She had timed it to arrive inside the park just before nine o'clock that Friday night. Natalie slipped in under cover of darkness and staying close to the railings squatted down in the bushes to wait. The keeper's tuneless whistling kept Natalie informed of his whereabouts as the park gates were slammed shut and locked. Her heart beat fast and a slight shiver ran through her despite the thick overcoat that covered her naked body beneath.
She waited in silence, frequent glances at her watch in the semi-darkness of the street lights saw thirty minutes pass before she moved.
It was a strange feeling, to be totally alone within the great park, the darkness simply added an extra thrill to it, a certain naughtiness that couldn't be described. As she found the path and strolled slowly, Natalie opened her coat and held the sides wide, it felt so exhilarating and wonderful to be naked in the night air. Her nipples hardened as did her clitoris, she felt alive with tingling sensation and expectation. In the stillness the only sounds were to be heard were the distant drone of traffic and the clicking of her heels on the Tarmac path.
Her confidence grew despite the long wait until midnight, Natalie slipped off her coat and folded it neatly over her arm. She walked naked, an electric buzz fizzling through her at the excitement of her escapade.
She sat, resting back on the cool soft grass that tickled teasingly at her enflamed pussy lips and thighs. Natalie turned over to lay face down on the soft blades of grass and stretched lazily. The surge that shot through her was intense, her whole body was caressed and stroked by the thin teasing blades.
Natalie pressed her mons onto the ground, her buttocks clenched tightly together as she began to rub herself on the hard ground. Feelings so delightful and powerful came to her, she raised herself on extended arms and increased the pace of her jerking hips. Thus raised, direct pressure was against her hard bud, she worked her legs and hips in tandem to grind her clitoris down onto the ground beneath her.
Faster and faster she rubbed her body, her eyes closed and her mouth hung open as she accepted the wonderful sensations it produced. She whimpered just once before tensing her whole body as it shook with the tearing tremours of orgasm. Natalie slumped down onto the ground, cradling her head on her arms as a pillow to savour the sensations that followed.
She woke with a start, fearful that she might have missed her rendezvous but her watch showed only eleven thirty and she sighed heavily in relief. So long she had waited for this moment now she needed to be ready.
She rose and walked slowly to the appointed place at the crossing paths. There, she folded her coat and placed it on the ground before her, clasped her hands behind her back and hung her head as she had been instructed to so. She closed her eyes and waited.
The sudden snap and the swift application of the handcuffs to her writs were her first indication that anyone was behind her.
"Hello bitch," the velvety smooth female voice droned.
A blindfold was slipped over her head, extinguishing the last remnants of distant street lights to plunge her into an eerie blackness.
Natalie gasped and shuddered as the hand came around her, cupping her right breasts and weighing it lovingly. A shiver of thrill shot through her as the thumb of the hand rubbed against her erect nipple. She could smell the heady perfume of her molester, feel the soft warm breath on her neck and then a second hand cupping up under her buttocks. Shock waves of raw pleasure tore through her deep in her pussy as long fingernails teased at the entrance of her anus. Light kisses started, fluttering tenderly down the side of her neck to thrill further and to excite much more. The silence and the inability to see heightened her sense of being touched.
"I watched you slut," the mysterious voice purred close to her ear. "Watched you rub yourself off on the grass back there."
Natalie gasped, the though of someone actually having seen her brought spears of stabbing pleasure rushing through her. A finger teased at her labia, delving between the backs of her thighs to stroke and caress the swollen lips.
Her molester moved around to Natalie's front, kisses touched lightly on her hard nipples in turn and then sucked the rosy buds into a welcome warm mouth. Moments later the mouth withdrew and then nothing but silence and stillness again. Natalie called out nervously, fearful that she might have been left alone and handcuffed in the park. Slight trembling rippled through her body, her heart beating fast as panic rose within her.
She came to orgasm instantly that the mouth covered hers and the soft warm tongue slipped in between her teeth.
It was her reward Madam had told her, for devotion and service. Claire rested back over the big barrel in the stables her feet tied to steel rings set into the concrete. The strong ropes around her wrists were stretched painfully back and down to be similarly secured far behind her. Her body was forced into an arch, her mons offered high and pussy open, her head face-up about three feet off the floor. She was stretched tightly as it on a rack but bent back and over the hard wooden barrel.
Arabella moved close to her head, parting her thighs to rest her shaven pussy over Claire's mouth. She lit the candle and rolled it around to melt the wax with the flame. Her hands working in a calm and unhurried fashion she reached out over Claire's naked body and tipped the candle.
A muffled scream of raw agony emitted from the tethered girl as the hot candle wax dripped into her navel. Her mouth worked to scream but was hindered by the inflamed pussy lips of Madam pressing down on her.
Drip after drip of hot wax burned cruelly at her tender flesh, tracing a line up in between her breasts. Claire's slight body bucked against its bonds as the next drip fell on her left nipple to send searing pain tearing through her. The right nipple received the same treatment to send white hot pokers of raw agonising pain to her brain.
Claire found herself forcing her tongue eagerly up into Madam's wet pussy as the drips began a downward direction over her body. She whimpered and licked in a fervent hunger and fear mix, the intended goal of the series of hot wax both excited and frightened. Grunting hard and forcing her tongue far up inside Arabella, Claire sought to please and perhaps avoid the coming pain.
She cried out as a searing hot drip landed on her shaven mons. She steeled herself for the next white hot drip to land. Her mouth sucked with all the passion she could muster, her tongue roving rapidly around inside Arabella's warm interior in her effort to placate. A vivid explosion of brilliant colour flashed in her brain and eyes as the searing hot wax burned in her sensitive clitoris. Her slim body bucked and locked rigid, her toes curling and hands bunching into tight fists. At the second drip that hit the side of her clitoris and part of her labia Claire came. A tearing torrent of intense sensation the like of which she had never known ripped through her. Every nerve end was wrenched and ripped to fuel her body's need and to feed the thirsty orgasm that drained her little body.
She slumped back, her body relaxing and the taste of Arabella's orgasmic juices filling her mouth.
Natalie had not the faintest clue as to her surroundings. Following her orgasm in the park she had been led, still blindfolded to a waiting car. Sound deadening ear muffs had been placed over her ears to further add to her feelings of isolation. Both the deprivation of her sight and hearing had made each and any light touch against her bare flesh seem amplified many fold. The material of the car seat, the brush of cloth against her all now took on a very different feel indeed.
She had been guided and maneuvered out of the car, up steps, along wooden and carpeted floors to the place she now was in. Her handcuffs had been removed only briefly to be secured once again around her wrists but this time in front of her. She had been stretched, still standing but her hands pulled up high above her head to raise her onto her toes. There she had been left alone in total darkness and silence for what seemed to her like hours.
She gasped as the hard cock suddenly pressed against her lower stomach. So long and thick it felt wonderful as its warmth pulsed excitedly against her body. This, she thought, his was her very reason for being here. To be fucked, to experience the delights of plentiful and varied sex in whatever form it might take.
She groaned her disappointment as the throbbing cock moved away from her and the dark, silent loneliness returned. Many minutes passed before she felt the huge head of the cock nudging at the lips of her pussy. Natalie assisted eagerly by parting her thighs as much as she could but the cock simply withdrew once again.
"Oh please," Natalie moaned in frustration. "Please, whoever you are, just do it to me please."
Nothing, just the tantalising silence that filled each moment with the hope of the cock returning to tease at her willing body.
It hit her like a tornado, the shock stunned her to silence, her mouth gaped but no sound emitted. She felt the red-hot searing pain across her buttocks burn deeply into her flesh. It took several seconds for it to register in her mind that she had been hit. At the second lash she screamed, a pitiful wailing of sheer pent-up frustration and pain combined. Her slight body shook with racking sobs of emotion as the third and forth lashes stung her. A whip or stick it must have been for the pain was concentrated into a thin stripe as it cut into her time and again.
Natalie felt so alone, she could not see and she could not hear, she could only scream her agony and need to the person that was torturing her so brutally teasingly.
A long period of nothing followed. Her mind played tricks on her, her body shrinking fearfully at the expected sting of the lash but it never came. Again and again she tensed and steeled herself only to realize that it was her that had conjured up the expected pain. Her body and mind were now tuned to expect pain, the senses too multiplied the effects of that pain to make it a fearful thought.
For many minutes, perhaps longer the inactivity continued. It was a welcome relief to feel the big strong hands grip her hips from behind. Natalie couldn't stifle a little sob at the wave of emotion that swept over her. Visions filled her mind of that wonderful warm cock pushing up between her thighs to fill her grateful pussy. These were furthered as the whole length of his cock was pressed flat against and along the cleft of her buttocks. Her pussy contracted in involuntary little spasms, she wished and urged it silently to move down and to at last fill her wet pussy.
She tensed and held her breath as the head of the cock slid down and hovered threateningly, pressed lightly against the entrance of her anus. Natalie sucked in breath, her brain screaming its disbelief and revulsion as the pressure against her little ring of muscles increased. She cried out pleadingly as the burning pain came to her, the great head was forcing in and prizing her tight little entrance apart. The big hands slid down to hold her buttocks, the thumbs stretching them apart to gain unhindered access to her most secret of places.
"No! For pity's sake not in there please no!"
She screamed a pitiful wail of deep despair as the head pushed hard and slipped inside her tight little tunnel. Her body shook in deep sobs of humiliation and pain, her head threw back and her screams renewed as the long cock pushed ever upward. On and on the agony went until his body was pressed against her buttocks and the whole length of his cock up inside her.
The soothing laps of the tongue on her clitoris at first didn't register above the pain in her backside but after several moments it began to feel good. It was a weird sensation, the cock inside her anus remained stationary if painful, her body gripped around it in little spasms as the tongue on her pussy worked its magic.
Natalie found herself responding, her brain telling her that it was not possible but her body screaming its need in denial. She was becoming aroused, more aroused than she had ever known and it felt so very good. It was the abuse, the violation of her private entrance, the indignity and the sheer thrill of not being able to resist.
The cock in her backside began to twitch, her own body responded in excited little grips of pleasure around it. Natalie gurgled as he shot his thick cream deep up inside her rectum and teeth gently gripped around her clitoris. She came, the orgasm tearing through her like a steam train to hurtle her unstoppably toward her peak. She mumbled her pleasure, as her body jerked in spasms and she cried out as the cock slipped out of her. The burning pain in her backside remained, a fire that lingered long after the huge cock had left her body.
Drained and sore, Natalie hung there murmuring softly. A hand removed the ear muffs and then gripped her hair roughly behind her head. A mouth kissed hers, a woman's mouth, sensual and loving in its applied passion. The smell of her own pussy juices was thick on the covering mouth and that simply added to the thrilling excitement.
"Welcome to the manor Natalie," Claire's thick voice said as the kiss ended.
The three women sat around the small table on the terrace as was usual at the start of the day. It was Natalie's first real look at the vast estate and the house itself. She had arrived blindfolded and had slept if somewhat fitfully afterwards to wake this morning and to come down onto the terrace.
Natalie stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the naked man servant. Her hungry gaze roamed his big body and then fell between his legs as carried out the tray of glasses and placed one on the table before each of the women. She flushed as Arabella casually extended a hand, gripped his cock and wanked it slowly as he served the table. Her actions were so natural and unashamed, it was as though he was simply there to use as his boss pleased. Instant stirring sensations rushed to Natalie's pussy, she felt herself instantly aroused at the erotic sight.
"Nice?" Arabella asked brightly. "Like him?"
Natalie swallowed hard and nodded, her voice cracked as she tried to reply.
"Yes, very much."
"Nice cock don't you think," she stated as she massaged his erection. She flicked her thumb across the tip to cause the man to draw breath.
Natalie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze held on the stiff member of the servant. Her throat dry and pulses racing, she felt embarrassed that her growing arousal might show. Her gaze however, would not move from the arousing hand of Arabella as her delicate slim fingers coaxed his big cock.
Arabella addressed her speech to the servant, her tone was playfully mocking.
"Your naughty cock invaded our guest's backside last night didn't it?"
Anger and hatred welled up instantly in Natalie, she stood and in one swift move slapped the servant hard across the face. The soreness in her backside remained as a reminder of a most unpleasant experience and a restless night. She grabbed at his hair, pulling and spitting pure venom and seeking revenge.
"Calm yourself!" Arabella snapped sharply. "I won't have you attacking my servants."
Natalie halted and turned to Arabella, she was shaking with emotion her fists clenched tightly and her face red with anger. "He attacked my backside last night didn't he?"
"On my instructions yes he did," Arabella retorted firmly. "And you came to orgasm as a result of it – now sit down!"
Natalie had no answer, she backed away slowly and lowered herself into her seat defeated.
"Later, Arabella's soothing voice calmed. "You will have the opportunity to repay his kindness."
"Kindness? Huh!" Natalie snorted in disgust.
"Oh dear," Arabella stated softly but firmly. "It appears that you need some the fight knocked out of you my dear for we simply cannot tolerate personal vendettas here."
Natalie nodded her acceptance of the reprimand.
"I apologise to you Arabella, I've abused your hospitality and I'm very sorry."
Arabella smiled back, her voice low and serious.
"But of course you are my dear, more sorry than you realize, for I will be supervising your punishment."
Natalie cast a nervous glance at Claire and then to Arabella, the set expressions on their faces made her begin to tremble.
Little Amey was hooked, she still couldn't believe that she had actually come simply by opening her legs to man. Natalie had coaxed her and she was thankful to her for it. That day on the coffee shop veranda would remain in her mind for always. Never had she told her friends, nor anyone come to that, but it was her first orgasm ever. Okay she joined in the sexual banter and had always given the impression that she was man -mad but the truth was that she remained a virgin.
Desperate though she was to lose it, her virginity still remained intact. Men simply weren't attracted to tiny women she had told herself many times, but she hadn't convinced herself. That orgasm, the powerful and wonderful sensations that she had received she knew instinctively was merely a taste. What lay ahead, the delights that a cock actually inside her could bring would be so incredible, and she meant now to experience it.
The time was near, she trembled slightly, pulling her robe across her near nakedness as she stood at the lounge window looking eagerly out. She had read it somewhere but couldn't remember exactly where. The story of a bored housewife that phoned salesmen to give her quotes. Once in the privacy of her home they were seduced and frantic sex took place on each occasion. Amey doubted that is was reality but it was a God-given way of getting a man into her house and she had taken it.
She took a deep breath as the car pulled up outside, she rushed to the mirror, checking her hair and wishing the flushed redness on her cheeks to fade rapidly. Trembling fingers pulled the neck of her robe open to show a good amount of tight cleavage that her little black bra had created. She dabbed again drops of her favourite perfume on the sides of her neck, the heady scent adding to her arousal. Her heart missed a beat as the doorbell chimed, she straightened and steeled herself before walking through to the hall.
"Mason's carpets," the suited young man announced formally as she opened the door.
Her stomach gripped in little flutters and she fought to control her quavering voice as she stepped aside to allow him in. The feelings had started already, those wonderful pulling sensations deep inside her vulva. She noticed his furtive glance down the neck of her robe as she closed the door behind him. Her nipples were hard, pressing delightfully against the insides of her bra cups and a rhythmic pulsing in her clitoris nagged constantly. Her pussy was wet and she tingled all over with sexual anticipation and arousal.
Once in the lounge she sat on the settee, crossing her slim legs and allowing the silky robe to fall to the sides. Her legs and thighs were exposed indecently wonderfully she thought, stopping just short of her crotch but only just maintaining her modesty. It thrilled her to see him leering at them as he seated himself opposite.
He busied himself, laying out sample squares of carpet on the floor between them, looking up often to her exposed cleavage as she leaned forward to inspect them. Blonde and young, tall and so very good looking, the man thrilled her so very much. She mentally undressed him, trying to imagine if his cock matched his bulky strong body. Mental images came to her; of him on top of her, his taut little backside pumping into her like a rabbit mating and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
He was talking but she didn't hear him, his voice seemed distant and detached somehow as her interest lurked between his thick thighs.
Amey parted her knees seemingly absently to offer a glimpse of the tight white triangle of her panties for his searching blue eyes. A bolt of powerful sensation shot through her as his eyes flicked beneath her robe to accept the offered view. Casually she shifted and moved, feigning deep interest in the carpet samples but checking frequently the growing bulge in the front of his trousers. Little by little she allowed robe to slip to the sides, the silky material sliding easily against her smooth skin. Her whole thighs were now on show almost up to her hips, the little panties plainly on view including the side strings across her lower hip. The robe joined just around her waist and held precariously by the wrapping cord. Above it and below it her bare flesh was uncovered, soft pale skin that bore the aura of innocence.
Again and again she parted her knees, leaning forward and offering her body so blatantly. It was a heady pounding excitement that throbbed in her little body. Great waves of pure and exquisite pleasure rushed through her body to grip down in her pussy. Each series of waves became stronger, growing in frequency to signal her approaching climax.
"Fuck me," she breathed excitedly without looking up from the samples.
He choked, cleared his throat and sat back startled.
"What? What did you say?"
Little Amey looked up with an impish grin, she stood slowly but confidently. Her hand pulled at the cord around her waist to allow her robe to fall open.
"I said fuck me," she repeated sexily and dropped the robe to the floor.
He sat stunned, his eyes flicking first to her breasts and then to her pussy and back up to her face. He was flushed, very excited and nervous but he stood up self-consciously. The front of his trousers pushed out hard and tent-like in his arousal, he was trembling but delighted, it showed clearly in his expression.
A little gasp slipped from Amey's lips as he stepped forward and took her in his arms. He kissed her passionately as his eager hands groped clumsily at her buttocks. In a heated frenzy of urgent need the two worked as one to remove her bra and panties. Amey's searching hand gripped his long cock as it was freed from his unzippered trousers.
She was alive with pumping excitement, the feel of it, warm and throbbing in her hand, so thick and yet so very nice. A flutter of apprehension soon was dissipated in her longing to feel it inside her.
He kissed her again, her legs raising to clamp around his waist, her arms locked tightly around the back of his neck. He lowered her slowly onto his stiff cock to bring great sighs of appreciation from the kissing Amey. In the big head slipped, pushing her sweet little labia apart and stretching her innocent pink inner lips tightly around his girth. Lower he moved her, paused and then pushed fully home up inside her little body.
A little sigh and whimper came from the little girl before her mouth hungrily sought his again in a fiery passion of longing desire.
The man backed her to the wall, crushing against her frail little body and trapping it, he began pumping hard into her in his excitement. It was a frantic and wild passion that drove them both in urgent need. Seconds only it lasted before he shot his seed deep up inside her little body and Amey came to climax. As he lowered her to the floor, Amey positively glowed, she felt now that she had become a complete woman at last.