Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

His eyes widened, his mouth hung open in stunned amazement as he leered greedily at her little white knickers. He was hard, his cock pushing his trousers up into a straining bulge.

Amey stood, allowing her skirt to fall back and cover her thighs, she moved into the isle and leant over, looking out of the window beyond the man. Her heart beat fast as she posed for him, aware that her breasts and cleavage were his main point of interest. She smiled broadly, blew him a kiss and walked away to the front of the bus swinging her hips.

As she alighted onto the pavement Amey took a deep breath and calmed herself, the thrill had been so very wonderful. She checked her watch, part two of her instructions had been completed, next was the tube and then to the park. She walked confidently, chest out and bathing in the many sexually loaded looks she received from passing men. At the entrance to the tube station she paused, composed herself once again and then walked in.

Robert, Claire's suffering husband was naked and bound, his hands behind his back and kneeling on the floor. His face was pressed hard down on the carpet where Claire's firm grip on his hair twisted his face painfully downward.

"Did you enjoy watching me get fucked?" She mocked.

"Yes," he muttered and winced in pain.

"He had a wonderful cock didn't he Robert. So big and thick, hard and powerful. So unlike your pathetic little offering."

He grunted in response.

Claire swung a leg over his head to straddle him, her thighs clamping around his head as she faced his body and her buttocks pressing his head down. Her open hand landed a sting slap on his buttocks.

"Tell me," she breathed excitedly. "What it was like to watch."

"Horny," came the muffled reply as a second stinging slap landed on him. "The way his huge cock stretched your pussy wide around it."

"Unnnh" Claire gasped. Her fingernails dug into his back as the surge shot through her.

"The way you took his whole length up inside you, you bitch and loved every second of it."

She dragged her fingernails down his back, peeling the skin from him in her deep excitement. She ground her clitoris hard against the back of his head, her hips jerking in a rush to sate her need.

"You took his come up you and then made him lick it whilst you sucked me."

She moaned aloud in deep ecstasy and increased the pace of her jerking hips. Her head was back and eyes closed as her nails tore at his back in fervent excitement.

"And then," Robert stuttered as he coped with the raw pain in his back. "You rotten bitch, you got him to fuck you again whilst you kissed me."

Claire came, her whole body stiffening and her strong thighs gripping around his head. Her back arched, she let out a long deep sigh and slumped forwards onto her husband's back. Her knee was wet with thick globules of Robert's sperm that had jetted out in his great excitement.

Arabella was in the gym watching the servants exercise. A daily routine that she insisted upon so as to maintain their strong athletic bodies for her viewing and use. She sat as always astride a vaulting horse, her favourite place at this time of day with the added advantage of pressure against her pussy. The firmly padded suede top angled beautifully to press hard against her clitoris. With so much wonderful sweaty male flesh on offer it helped to maintain the stimulation.

She would fuck one of them, at least one, but it was so very hard to decide which. All of them posed and strained as they worked, conscious of her presence and jockeying for attention and the reward of her body. It was the prize she offered for bodily perfection and they all them responded willingly to the challenge.

Muscles strained and bulged, rippling stomachs and sculptured thighs simply labouring to please her whims. Best of though for Arabella was the swinging cock between their thighs, some in states of semi-erection and anticipation of her body. She sat naked with only her nipple rings on her otherwise naked body, it she felt, add a little to their enthusiasm.

"Paul," she called and pointed, she paused. "Not you!"

She laughed aloud. It was her little joke, to raise their hopes, and their cocks mostly, only to dash those hopes and the erections that they may have gained. Her eyes roamed the gleaming buttocks of the big black boy but she had him yesterday. Her pussy was in need now, that wetness and the dull throbbing ache had started and it was time.

She lay back on the vaulting horse, her legs wide and her buttocks resting just on the edge.

"Clive can fuck me," she announced. "And Vincent, I will suck your cock."

Both men attended her readily, one cock slipping easily up into her pussy and the other offering its great head close to her mouth.

"Slow and sweet today I think," she murmured softly and closed her mouth over the glans of the erect cock.

Tantalisingly slowly the cock moved back and forth in her pussy, Arabella sucked equally as slowly on the cock in her mouth. With her free hand she motioned to the others and gripped an erect cock as it positioned itself for her. She worked with the three cocks, fondling sucking and gripping with her internal muscles as she mewed contentedly.

Two men came almost at the same time, sperm jetting into her mouth and her pussy. Her other hand worked to wank the third man and she moaned aloud as his thick seed jetted onto her arm and wrist.

Arabella sat up slowly, addressed her comment to the servant that had shot his seed over her arm. Her tone was level and calm but the sinister meaning was all too apparent.

"For that my dear boy, you will suffer."

The short journey on the underground had been every bit as thrilling for Amey as that on the bus. She was deeply enjoying her schoolgirl roll and had to admit that she felt good in the little uniform. She had squatted on the platform, pretending to search in her satchel. She had bent and sat whilst waiting for the train, showing her neat little body at every opportunity.

One thing was certain Amey felt, men liked schoolgirls. Young and old alike the men had leered at her, some furtively and others quite openly but it was a different type of ogling from the normal. The image and youth, innocence and naivety seemed to appeal to men in a very different way. Older girls and women received admiring and of course sexually loaded lusting gazes, but in her uniform she had drawn deeper, more hungry and wonderfully exciting wanting leers.

On the train itself they had continued, looking at her breasts, positioning themselves to stand over her as she had sat to look down her blouse. Seating themselves so as to try to look up her skirt. Amey giggled as she thought of the pouting little smiles that she had given them. Deliberate looks of blissful ignorance as to their sexual motives.

She sat in the park now, her legs crossed to show her slim thighs almost up to her sodden panties. She had become so excited during the journey that the whole of her gusset was not just damp but soaked through with her juices.

The tall, elegant woman that walked toward her seemed to take as much interest in her as the men. The chauffeur by her side certainly had noticed but the woman's looks were doubly thrilling to Amey. A different kind of tingling sensations play in her pussy, a naughtier and more forbidden type of feeling.

"How simply divine!" The polished accent enthused as the two reached and stopped before Amey. "My dear! You look the picture of innocence itself."

Amey watched the woman's hungry expression, excitement flared in her eyes, it was an expression that equaled those of men, one of deep sexual longing. The lustful gaze roamed over her, slowly and deliberately so as to leave Amey in no doubt of her sexual longing for her.