Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"Bastard!" She screamed excitedly as she thrashed the backs of his thighs. "You utter bastard."

At length she stopped, panting hard from her exertions. Her expression was set and serious as she paced confidently up and down the line of watching servants.

"Anyone," she announced loudly. "That should consider defiling my backside in the future will know what to expect."

No one answered, their fearful eyes looked straight ahead of them, avoiding making contact lest she should direct her boiling anger at them.

"I like her," Arabella said firmly. "She's a natural commander."

Natalie turned, placed her left hand on the small of the servants back to steady herself and positioned the huge black dildo at the entrance of his anus. A rippling murmur ran down the line of servants at the sight of her poised so.

The servant screamed as the dildo pushed in, the great bulbous head forcing his tight ring of muscles easily apart.

"Now you know how it feels," Natalie yelled excitedly. She reveled in his discomfort and forced the whole length up his backside. Natalie straightened her body, her hand still holding the handgrip of the dildo, she began a hard thrusting up inside him.

His body shook with the force that she slammed into him with, his head shook rapidly in a wild denial that this could be happening to him. He wailed and sobbed at the brutalizing of his little tunnel continued.

On and on she pounded into him, her whole body braced so as to gain purchase. She violated him with a fury that made even Claire winch at the sight.

"Enough!" Arabella shouted aloud. "Enough! The punishment is now over."

Natalie slowed, took a deep breath to calm herself a little and stepped back away from him. She turned and walked to stand before Arabella, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide and flashing anger and excitement.

Arabella's hand was between her own thighs, her fingers stroking over the puffy lips of her labia. Her face was flushed in excitement and her nipples hard, she was trembling with deep arousal.

"Go to my bedroom and wait for me there," she said, her voice quavering as she spoke the words.

Claire had never seen Madam so excited, she felt a pang of jealousy and envy at what the two of them would get up to. She hoped against hope that she wouldn't now fall out of favour with Arabella now that Natalie was on the scene.

Little Amey stood at the top of the stairs pointing up in explanation to the decorator. She throbbed with excitement, her short skirt pulled up with her body as she stretched out her arm, her panties fully on show to man below her. She had rehearsed for his visit, posing and finding the best positions before he had arrived.

He was older, much, much older and not at all sexually attractive to her but he could provide good entertainment. He could give that thrill, the pumping heady thrill of showing herself, he would lust and want and that in itself excited her.

The man as sweating, his face flushed and his pencil poised uselessly over his notepad. From six steps down below her he could see right up her skirt, her firm little mound and her tight swelling buttocks. He was hard for her, his cock erect and pressing painfully against the inside of his trousers. The little bitch was fully aware of what she was doing to him and seemed to delight in it. She needed a damned good fucking and he could think of little else as he viewed the flesh of her upper thighs. In the bedroom it continued, she bent and stooped, squatting and reaching to further her teasing of him. In front of the low dressing table mirror she bent, fully aware of his stare into the reflection of the mirror that gave a back view up her skirt.

She stood deliberately silent for a few moments, feigning embarrassment and using a squeaky little voice filled with naive intonation.

"Oh dear, you must have been able to seen my knickers."

He croaked, his response stalled as he cleared his throat. Before he could reply Amey spoke again, this time in a low and sensual tone that jolted his cock in excitement.

"Like to see more of them?"

He swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes wide in excitement.

"Ask me," she breathed excitedly. "Ask me and I will."

"Show me more," he said in a thick voice.

"Please, you have to say please and tell me what you want."

"Please," he panted. "Please show me your knickers."

Her little hands were trembling as she gripped the hem of her skirt at the front and slowly pulled the skirt up to her waist. She stood brazenly whilst his hungry eyes took-in the slim upper thighs, the little hips and the way her panties pulled tightly across the mound of her pussy. Amey turned and lifted the back to show her per little bottom and the way the thin white material pulled across the firm flesh to follow every contour.

She turned back to face him and hooked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties. Amey paused there, the wild thumping in her chest and throat rendering her unable to speak. She looked at him, her smouldering eyes transmitting all her sexual need and longing. At the rapid nodding of his head she began to slide them down over her hips and thighs, the dark bush of her pubic hair standing out dark against her creamy white thighs. Amey dropped the panties to the floor and stepped out of them, tossing them casually onto the bed.

He moved instantly, gabbing the panties and putting them to his nose, he grunted in delight as he sniffed heavily. Both his hands crushed the flimsy material to his face as he muttered his delight.

A thunderous bolt of sensation shot through her at his act, to see a man sniffing her scent was so erotic. She moved, climbed on the bed and lay back parting her knees. Amey drew her knees up to offer herself open and exposed. It felt so good, to control him with just her body and a few words. To have him comply, willingly and desperately simply to be able to view her firm young flesh. The look of delight on his face and the hard bulge in his trousers simply added to her deep excitement. Her pussy was wet, this she knew, her coral-pink inner lips would be glistening in her arousal and in turn arousing him further. He would be wanting, wishing and praying perhaps to be able to touch or sniff her sex. The feelings rushing through her became stronger and more wonderful by the second. She felt wanton and a slut but she didn't care one bit, the pulsing in her clitoris and pussy were simply too good to want to stop.

"You can watch but not touch," she said softly.

He stood at the end of the bed, his eyes fixed firmly between her open thighs. His look was hungry and longing, a film of perspiration coated his forehead and his face was flushed bright red.

"Show me yours," she said throatily and gripped her pussy with her right hand.

The man gasped aloud as she touched herself and watched her slim fingers stroking idly at her open pussy.

He fumbled clumsily with his fly and with some difficulty ease his stiff cock out.

Amey held his stare as she rubbed herself.

"No touching," she murmured sexily. "Yourself yes, but not me."

She groaned in pleasure as he gripped his cock in his hand and watched in fascination as he began to slide his hand back and forth along his cock. Amey rubbed her clitoris as she watched his foreskin roll first over to cover the rounded head and then back along the shaft. In slow and deliberate movements he wanked himself as he in turn watched her.

Her hand rubbed fast, swirling her hard bud around in little circles of drumming pleasure. She was building fast, the pounding sensations coming to her faster and faster.

"Sniff it," she panted breathlessly. "Sniff my pussy.

He hesitated and then knelt on the bed, one hand supported himself and the other resumed the grip on his cock. His head lowered close to her open pussy and then he began sniffing loudly.