Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"Don't you think, Clive," the woman sought confirmation from her chauffeur. "That the little slut is simply perfect?"

It took a few moments for it to register in Amey's brain.

"Arabella!"

"I though for a moment that you might never recognise me. One thing is certain little Amey, that you are to sit on my lap in the car – all the way to the manor."

Claire and Natalie had been entrusted with the task of writing the many invitation cards in preparation for the coming ball. They sat opposite each other at the desk in the study of the manor, naked and giggling.

It had been Natalie's idea and a little competition agreed between them had resulted. Both were seated on the lap of a naked servant, one beneath each girl. The men sat unmoving with their cocks up inside the girls' pussies.

"You wriggled your backside you cheat!" Natalie accused giggling.

Claire feigned innocence.

"I did not! Anyway you are using your internal muscles to try to get your man to come first. That wasn't in the rules."

"I am not," Natalie sang in a childish tone.

"You were too!" Claire responded laughing. "I can see the expressions on your face."

Natalie shrugged.

"Well, perhaps just a bit," she said seriously and the two girls exploded in a fit of giggling.

The laughter stopped and the writing resumed continuing for several minutes in complete silence. Natalie broke the quiet with her comment.

"My hand is shaking so much that they will never be able to read this."

Claire fell back against her servant, tears of laughter running down her cheeks, her slim body shaking as she enjoyed the quip. Her expression changed and she bit her bottom lip, her face flushed and her body tensing.

"You rotten bitch!" Natalie shouted laughing. "Yours has come hasn't he?"

Claire remained silent, her eyes widened and her expression changed again to one of deep satisfaction. Her voice rose to a high pitch and she smiled as she replied.

"Rather!"

They both laughed again, enjoying the light-hearted sex session before Natalie became silent. Her hands gripped the desk top and her eyes closed. She sat as though in meditation for a moment and then let out a long deep sigh.

"Mmmm," she moaned sensually. "So has mine now."

Claire watched her friend and allowed her to savour the wash of sperm being injected up inside her before speaking again.

"Mine came first though so I win."

"Did not! You cheated."

"So did you!"

A moment passed before Claire made the suggestion.

"I know, we'll have a second round to decide the winner. I'll cane your servant and you cane mine, the first of them to scream is the loser."

Natalie looked thoughtful.

"Tied up?"

"Naturally.

"Beaten hard and severely?"

"Is there any other way my dear Natalie?"

Again Natalie looked thoughtful and responded lightly.

"Okay, deal it is."

Madam had rushed Amey straight to her own bedroom, her excitement obvious to all including the male servant she had called in with them. Throughout the car journey Arabella's hands had roamed the little Amey's body, feeling her breasts and stroking her thighs. Madam had sighed a low and meaningful groan of pleasure when her fingers had stroked Amey's sweet little pussy for the first time.

Amey now was bent over touching her toes, the little uniform skirt lifted and rested bunched up on her back. Her panties had been removed and her little buttocks, so taut and firm offered themselves like fresh rounded peaches. The first lash of the cane stung hard but little Amey as unmoved and remained silent. The second blow swished down hard to thwack noisily on the delicate little bottom. The girl simply grunted and remained as she was, the bright red stripes showing brightly on her pale skin.

"You take the cane well you little bitch," Arabella said in a thick excited voice.

She swung the cane down again and again, her pussy jolted in spasm as each cruel lash landed.

"You will be mine," Arabella panted breathlessly. "My own personal property and unavailable to others."

She paused in the beating to run her hand over the tiny buttocks, her finger slipping into the wetness of Amey's sex.

"All mine," she moaned softly as she moved her finger around inside the girl. "So long I have waited for someone like you little Amey. You fill my desires and my fantasies, but now in reality."

At the wave of her free hand, Arabella beckoned the servant around to the front of Amey. His erect cock jutting out hard and close to the girl's mouth.

As Madam continued to finger the girl, Amey gripped the thick member and circled her fingers around it just below the head.

Arabella let out a groan of approval. The tiny hand and fingers around the thick cock made it appear ever larger than it was. Impossibly long and thick, seemingly too huge to fit into the tiny mouth of Amey.

"Suck it," Arabella commanded and increased the pace of her fingering.

She watched spellbound and excited as Amey's mouth stretched wide open to fit around the tip of the big bulbous head. The girl adjusted the angle of her head to accommodate the cock and slid slowly down on it. Arabella came, not a thunderous orgasm but a rippling and delightful one that was merely a prelude to a building torrent. Arabella withdrew her finger and sucked lovingly on the thick musky juices of the little girl, she watched the hungry mouth sliding up and down the huge shaft of the servants cock.

"Fuck her" Arabella commanded excitedly. "I want to see you fuck her."

The servant withdrew with some reluctance, he moved around to Amey's rear and positioned himself with he head of his cock at her pussy.

Madam looked on lovingly, the pert little bottom of the girl and the great bulk of the man and his cock seemed set to split the tiny little body in two. A thunderous surge passed through her as she nodded her consent.

Amey screamed a half-cry as the big cock pushed inside her. Her body lifted to try to straighten but a powerful male hand forced her back down. She sobbed in pained pleasure as he began thrusting up inside her. Amey's whole body was jarred and shaken as he lunged brutally into her, her frail little body battered by his great powerful bulk. She whimpered as the assault on her soft interior continued, her head jarred into nodding motion as the man battered against her little backside.

Madam came where she stood, the delightful scene before her simply too much to resist. She shuddered in orgasm as she watched the servant tense and then shoot up inside the squealing Amey. Wave after wave of terrific sensation tore through her, Arabella's body shook violently as she accepted the racking orgasm. Her knees buckled and she sunk to the floor murmuring softly.

"Amey, my very own little Amey."

The girls were gathered in the sun on the terrace and both Natalie and Claire had welcomed little Amey with genuine affection and pleasure. The talk of the morning between them was the beautiful bodies and huge cocks that the male servants possessed. Amey had been relating the previous nights experience when she had first sucked and then been fucked by one such cock. She sat wide-eyed listening to some of the stories the others told her. Of using the servants as they wished, of getting good hot sex whenever they wanted it and of abusing the servants as they saw fit.

Amey had a child-like innocence about her; not only in her looks but in her speech and mannerisms, it was easy to see why Madam had insisted on the schoolgirl look for her.

Arabella strode out of the house, her expression serious and a frown on her forehead and in her hand a letter. She slapped Amey's backside playfully as she passed her and sat down to join the others.