Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"Good news and bad news this morning girls," she announced in a slightly agitated fashion so rare in the usually confident Madam.

Arabella smiled across at Amey, her genuine pleasure beaming out momentarily from her gloom.

"Amey has agreed to be my personal slave," she said and paused. "This means that she is off-limits unless I am present."

The tone of her voice contained a warning that Claire and Natalie noted.

"The bad news now," Arabella referred to the letter she held. "Louise has refused my invitation."

The three girls were stunned, the sex-hungry and laugh-a-minute Louise was a popular girl and good friend to them, this was news of the very worst kind.

"Why?" Natalie asked.

Arabella sighed.

"I won't read the whole letter but basically she feels that she and I never saw eye-to-eye at school and there is no reason, in her thinking, why that should have changed. She in essence tells me to go fuck myself."

Claire laughed.

"Straight-talking Louise eh! Always to the point."

Arabella broke a smile.

"If only she knew, that I have eleven male servants to do exactly that for me. But the fact remains that she has refused and…"

"Could I try, talking to her – to persuade her I mean," Claire asked.

Arabella looked pensive and then cautioned.

"She would have to come willingly."

"She normally does!" Natalie quipped.

Her comment brightened the conversation with a round of laughter before Arabella spoke again.

"Very well you may try but she must plead allegiance to me first and that, sadly, I cannot see Louise doing."

Several moments of gloomy silence passed and then Madam took the lead. She raised her voice and smiled, clapping her hands together for emphasis.

"On to other business then," Arabella stated firmly. "Amey will come with me now to begin posturing training, Claire I will see you in the study in two hours to discuss costumes for the coming ball. "And Natalie," Arabella smiled broadly. "May amuse herself with the servants."

Delighted Natalie punched the air triumphantly.

"Look out cocks for here I come."

Arabella scolded her gently.

"Please my dear, a little deportment and restraint please. Our guests at the ball will expect to see well-trained and obedient girls under my care and such will not enhance my reputation one bit."

"Sorry," Natalie said as she stood, she hung her head in playful shame.

"Twenty lashes for you bitch," Arabella said sternly but her eyes portrayed her playfulness. "Later though."

"Oh goodie!" Natalie quipped and the meeting broke up on a light-hearted and positive note.

Long high-heeled boots added to her height and shaped her slender thighs. Tight black panties stretched tautly across her mons and the back string pulled harshly into the crease of her buttocks. Natalie's unpierced nipples stood out proud in erection and she tapped the crop again the side of her boot.

All of the servants were lined up the lawn facing her; two had semi-erect cocks and the others hung flaccid between their thighs.

"Press-ups!" Natalie commanded loudly. "Exercises, begin."

It was an erotic sight, eleven hunky men, all naked and down on their stomachs before her. Their tight buttocks pumping up and down in a mimicry of sexual activity. Natalie thrilled as she towered over them, her body aching its need for their attentions. Patience Arabella had told her to exercise, her own, staving off the burning desire to savour the moment for later. Natalie began to see what she had meant by her words. The slow and unhurried way she could command them, knowing that at time she could have any one or more of them in her. The waiting however, was better in a way, a teasing period of sheer sexual arousal and longing.

She halted them, their bodies pressed face down on the grass and buttocks sticking up tantalisingly. Natalie walked up and down the line strutting like a sergeant-major inspecting his troops. Her pussy was wet and clitoris gripping in excited little spasms, her nipples were hard as the blood pounded into them. At the end of the line she turned and paused, then stepped up onto the first man's back.

He grunted and tensed with the weight of her on him, her thin heels digging deeply and painfully into his flesh.

Natalie walked, stepping from one servant to the next in slow and unhurried strides. She received a jolt in her body with each cry of pain the men uttered and reveling in the cruelty she was exercising. As she stepped off the last man's back onto the grass once more she barked the command.

"On your hands and knees – now!"

Slowly she walked down the line of presented buttocks landing savage lash of the crop on each man's buttocks in turn. When she reached the end of the line she turned and repeated the beating in the reverse order. Three times in all she walked back and forth lashing out to give pain to the bowed men.

Her body was trembling with excitement, her breathing hard and laboured as she fought to control the urge to simply get down and suck one of them. The waiting was great but it was becoming unbearable, Natalie paused until her pumping arousal subsided a little.

In front of them now, she stood arrogantly, her feet set wide in an authoritative stance.

"Up on to your knees, grasp your cocks and wait."

One hand teased at her left nipple, a mischievous grin came over her face.

"You will all now wank for me. The one that holds out the longest and is the last may stop and," she paused for effect. "He may fuck me afterwards – go!"

The men's hands rubbed up and down their cocks slowly, each man trying hard not to come and to be the one that could fuck the relatively new Mistress.

Natalie posed and pouted, winking and sighing sexily to add to their discomfort. Her hand stroked down over her body in slow and sensual caressing to tease them all the more.

She gasped as the first man shot his seed, a great stream of thick white sperm jetting out excitedly from the hole on his cock. Natalie cupped her pussy, squeezing and gripping as she watched the horny spectacle. Each time a servant came it send a buzz of raw sexual thrill tearing through her. They all wanted her, to get inside her and to touch and feel her body; that thought was nectar to her and her arousal built to a hovering peak just short of orgasm.

At last only one man remained, he released the grip on his cock smiling broadly at his accomplishment. At the wave of Natalie's hand he stood, his cock bouncing slightly as he moved toward her.

She slipped off her panties and lay back on the grass with her knees raised and wide apart.

"Gather round and watch," she called excitedly.

The big servant hovered over her, his cock pushed up into her pussy to fill her completely.

"Hard," she whispered hoarsely. "Hard and fast."

He began a frantic thrusting that jarred her body and inched her along the grass with the power of his rutting.

She cried out in deep pleasure enhanced greatly by her very envious audience. Natalie came almost straight away, the servant pulled out of her as he came to send thick blobs of his seed squirting over her belly. She moaned contentedly and rested back bathing in the envious and wishful looks of the other men around her.

It had been a brilliant idea Claire thought and slipped the video cassette into the player. She moved back to sit on the settee next to the tall blonde Louise.

"This is pointless Claire," Louise protested. "I didn't like her at school and I don't like her anymore now."

"Bear with me, this isn't about liking or disliking Arabella it's about sex; good hot sex and plenty of it."

Louise giggled.

"Then you have my undivided attention."

The screen flickered and the video began. Louise squealed in delight as the male servant was seen walking out of the house and onto the patio. His long cock dangled down lazily between his thighs and his muscular body moved so very sensually.