The weekend it seemed had passed so very quickly. It was Sunday evening and tomorrow Claire would once again return to her normal drudge of a life for another week. The weekend here at the manor this time had been so much better and more thrilling than ever. So much she had learned in two days about sexual delights and about herself.
The servants worked to strap her into the strong wooden framework, kneeling and with her arms outstretched in front of her. Strong leather straps secured her wrists and knees to hold her firmly against the crossbar beneath her stomach. Heavier weights were attached to her nipple rings to stretched her nipples down harshly beneath her body.
Madam approached and stood close, her pussy only inches from Claire's face.
"You have pleased me with your progress to date slut," Arabella's velvety voice stated. "Now you will be rewarded. A little gift to maintain you through the coming week until you return here."
Arabella moved close in to press her pussy against Claire's face.
"The servants will now use your delightful little pussy to sate their sexual desires – all eleven of them."
Claire gave a low groan of deep excitement in response.
"You may also lick my pussy whilst you enjoy your rewards."
Claire's whole shook as the servant's big hand slapped hard on her buttocks; a numbing and thumping slap of such power that the breath was knocked from her. Two more heavy slaps of his hand stung her pale flesh before he positioned himself behind her and pushed his cock in.
It felt wonderful, to again have a lovely thick cock up inside her. All the waiting and her self-induced orgasm had been good and now proved to be worth the wait.
He gripped her hips and lunged hard into her, brutal and uncaring in his quest for satisfaction. The big black boy, Claude was a veritable stallion, he rutted with a frantic energy of wild desire and battered into her slight body.
Claire found difficulty in holding her head still as she worked her tongue, the ramming of the man against her buttocks was so violent. The thick musky juices of Arabella's pussy was delightful, teasing even as Claire tried desperately to work her tongue inside.
Claude came, his thick seed squirting deep up inside her soft interior.
Once again, three thumping slaps of the next servant's hand on her buttocks preceded his forcing up into her. Again a frantic rutting began and Claire mewed softly as her tongue lapped at Arabella's wet labia.
Claire came at the same time as he shot his seed, thrilling at the feel of the second wash of sperm inside her. The slaps from the next servant were spiteful and agonising, the metal rings on his fingers unforgiving on her flesh.
The thrill, the sex and the quantity; eleven men, eleven different cocks and all for her. Claire grunted her acceptance of his hard lunges into her and tongued Madam excitedly as the sensations pulsed through her. She felt a deep and loving devotion toward her mistress and licked to please, to repay a little of the pleasure she herself was receiving.
Four times Claire had come during the session; four intense and wonderful orgasms that had further confirmed what would now be her way in life. No more the infrequent missionary style sex that Robert offered, she needed far more, was getting far more and intended to increase that yet again. Claire felt proud too that she had made Madam come. Clumsy and inexperienced though it may have been and Madam had said this was the case, but she was learning. Claire had been prepared to learn, wanted to learn but now with a greater and more fervent hunger to acquire the knowledge.
She sat now in the tepid water of the bath soothing her sore pussy lips. Uncomfortable but so satisfying, it felt good to have conquered them all. Each and every servant had had her but the better part really came afterwards when Madam had promised that Claire would soon herself control them all herself. That thought thrilled her immensely.
The parcel that had been left in her room intrigued her; large and bulky it had written instructions to open at her own home and not before. Impatient and excited she had thought of peeking but thought better of it for every instruction Madam gave was a for a good reason. The parcel could wait and so would she, the training depended on it.
It was the blue-eyed chauffeur that drove Claire home. She couldn't remember his name or when he had taken his turn in fucking her but she liked him. So smart in his uniform and the thick blonde hair that made his tanned skin seem even darker and more attractive. Her pussy ached both from want and from the many cocks she had had but the nagging ache simply wouldn't leave her.
As they moved speedily along the lanes Claire could contain herself no longer. That burning ache and the need to exercise her new-found authority came to the fore.
"Stop the car," she ordered.
Instantly the car slowed and pulled to the side of the road. The chauffeur applied the handbrake and turned around in question.
"Find a quite spot," Claire said firmly, her heart pounding fast in excitement.
"Yes, Madam," he said simply and moved the car off again.
Within minutes the car turned into a gateway of a field, stopped and the chauffeur switched off the engine.
"Get out and drop your trousers," Claire ordered in a thick husky voice. Her mouth was dry and her nipples erect, the power she felt simply pulsed within her.
She watched as he complied, in smooth confident movements he stood next to the car window and dropped his trousers. Both his hands held his shirt and jacket up around his waist to expose his erect cock.
A casual wave of Claire's hand brought him shuffling closer, she wound down the window, reached out and gripped his throbbing member. So warm and firm, it pulsed its excitement in her hand, the huge head purple in colour and the shaft dark with pumping blood.
Claire brought her glossy painted lips close to the tip, delighting in his groan of anticipation. Her tongue flicked across the tip to send little involuntary jerks of pleasure tugging at his bloated cock. She covered the head with her mouth, holding her lips loosely and circling her tongue around the big bulbous head. Her hand squeezed his thick shaft, her fingertips caressing and kneading.
To her delight and disappointment he came instantly, his thick salty seed gushing into her mouth and throat in powerful spurts. Claire licked and sucked, drinking the creamy liquid with much relish until he was finished.
She dabbed at her mouth with her handkerchief.
"Dear me," she stated coldly. "That deserves punishment."
A bolt of sensation ripped through her as he replied obediently.
"Yes of course, Madam."
Her hand slid beneath his balls to cup them, her long fingernails poised threateningly to press hard into the flesh. Her hand clutched claw-like and menacing.
"Apologise to Madam."
"Madam, I am sorry, please forgive me," he said earnestly and gasped as she gripped him.
His face contorted in a mask of pain as her nails dug harshly into his soft tender ball-sac.
Harder she squeezed, her body thrilling in the pain she was giving him. Claire released her grip and then pinched again, delighting in his pained grunts of deep suffering. Every nerve end in her body cried out for sexual release, the pounding excitement was bringing her close. Patience, she told herself, be patient for that is what Madam would expect of her.
He sighed loudly in relief as she at last released him and withdrew her hand.
"Next weekend," she sneered menacingly. "I shall complete your punishment."
He panted his reply, glad that the pain in his balls was now subsiding.
"Thank you, Madam," he said dutifully. "Thank you."
It was delightful! The contents of the parcel has been accompanied by a handwritten note from Arabella. The message was short but it contained everything in the few words that Claire could wish for. 'To a most responsive student' it had said.
The suit was made of thin black latex that clung to her body so very tightly. Claire posed before the full-length mirror in her bedroom to admire the effect, she seemed taller, erect and authoritative. The glossy material pulled over and under her breasts to lift and to separate them into desirable peaks of firmness. It clung to her buttocks to hug every contour and to leave nothing whatsoever to the imagination. It stretched across her slim waist and stomach but best of all, it pronounced the mound of her mons so nicely.
The long sleeves of the suit gave her arms a sleek yet powerful appearance and the way it clung to her slender thighs delighted her more so. In the high-heeled boots and with her hair styled harshly she had a wicked and menacing look about her. Tall, elegant and so firmly honed in all the right places she turned to admire herself, the blood-red lipstick, darker than her usual at Madam's suggestion added to the devastatingly stunning look.
"Aren't you ready yet?" Natalie's voice called through from the guest bedroom.
"Patience slut or you will incur my wrath," Claire shouted back to her excited friend.
"Over half-an hour I've been waiting to see this new outfit of yours – I'm losing any patience I might have had."
Claire smiled at her reflection. "You'll soon learn to maintain it," Claire said softly to herself.
She turned smartly and strode confidently out of the bedroom.
Natalie sat motionless on the bed, staring wide-eyed in shocked amazement, her mouth hanging open.
"Like it?" Claire asked brightly as she entered the guest room.
She turned and strutted, delighting in her friend's reaction, a wonderful tugging sensation in her vulva resulted from Natalie's deep shock.
Natalie blinked several times, her mouth closed at last and she tried to speak but no words emitted from her. She cleared her throat and came back to the present.
"Good God!" She gasped. "Is that really you Claire?"
Claire moved close, standing before the woman, her feet set wide in an arrogant stance. She loved the way Natalie's eyes flicked over her breasts then down to the tight mound of her mons and back up again. Claire turned, offering her taut buttocks for her friend's approval.
"Is that," Natalie asked hesitantly. "What you wear at the manor?"
Claire ran her delicate hands down to smooth sensually over the curve of her buttocks, her pale skin contrasting harshly against the jet black material. She caressed herself slowly for Natalie's benefit.
"Haven't yet but I will from now on."
"Incredible," Natalie sighed enviously. "I always admired your body…er…your beauty, but this…"
"Tell me!" Claire said firmly and turned back to face her. "Tell me what you see and what you like."
Natalie flushed and shifted a little uncomfortably.
"Do it!" Claire demanded.
"Well, your neat waist and hips, the way your breasts are emphasised…you look so very attractive."
Claire began striding back and forth, pacing the room to show herself to her friend.
"More!" Claire urged firmly. "Tell me what you imagine underneath the suit."
Natalie swallowed, her face was flushed, her expression simply radiated sexual arousal and excitement.
"A slim, neat body, firm and warm. Your slender thighs and tight buttocks."
"Yes!" Claire moaned aloud in deep satisfaction.
She moved again to stand close to and in front of the trembling Natalie, towering over her in a commanding and controlling manner.
Natalie cleared her throat, she continued not through obligation but through genuine delight.
"Your nipples," Her squeaky voice blurted slightly hesitantly. "So long and firm, so thrilling and inviting."
Claire moved in closer, her mons now only inches from her friend's face, her voice low and excited.
"More bitch," she demanded. "Tell me more."
Natalie was having difficulty now, her eyes roamed the tightly clad body before her, thoughts distracted her to muddled her words and she fought to construct them into a coherent sentence.
"Your body excites me…"
"Pussy!" Claire demanded. "Tell me about my pussy."
"Hairy," Natalie moaned absently. "I think it would be so hairy and soft, wet and so…"
"Bitch," Claire hissed. "Dirty little bitch! Tell me bitch what you are."
Natalie's voice was now thick and excited, low and husky as she complied.
"I'm a bitch."
"Mistress!" Claire snapped harshly. "Call me mistress!"
A low whimper of delight came from Natalie's throat then a deep groan of extreme excitement. In one move she leaned forward to grip Claire's hips in both hands and pressed her cheek against the firm mound of Claire's pussy. She clung to her suited friend hugging her admiringly.
"Mistress," she breathed lovingly and came to a thunderous orgasm that shook her body violently.
Arabella took the lead, pulling a naked servant along with a cord around his cock. Long and thin the cord was looped tightly around the shaft of his cock just below the head and his hands were bound tightly behind him.
Through the house she led him, walking fast and giving no thought to his discomfort as he struggled to keep pace with her. As she pushed through the swing doors of the small gym the servant yelped when the heavy doors swung back to hit at his shoulders; he cried out again as Arabella tugged impatiently on his leash. Without slowing she pulled across the gym to face the wall bars and hoisted the cord over one of the high spars. As she tied the cord off securely he was raised onto his toes, his hips forward to try to ease the strain on his cock. Silently Arabella raised his bound wrists high up his back and secured those also to clear his buttocks.; a rope around his neck pulling hard against his wrists.
His position was most uncomfortable and painful for each time he lowered slightly on his toes the cord stretched his cock cruelly. The precarious position threatened to unbalance him at any time to etch fear into his already pained face.
Arabella wore simply a strap that circled her waist then dipped down and between her legs to pull up harshly against her pussy and buttocks. The front of the strap was split, divided in its length to allow her hard clitoris to peak out tantalisingly. It not only allowed unrestricted access to her hard bud, but the sides of the straps rubbed and massaged it with each step or body move she made. Her nipple rings were joined by a thin chain, tautly it pulled her breasts inward together as it stretched the rings toward each other. As was normal she wore her high-heeled boots in deep shiny black that added to her height and stature.
"Tell me!" She demanded. "Tell me your failing this time."
The servant grunted his reply, clenching his teeth to try to bear the excruciating pain in his member.
"I broke a glass Madam."
Arabella walked back and forth behind him, her heels striking the wooden floor noisily and threateningly as it echoed in the room.
"You did indeed," she stated firmly. "And what is the punishment for failure?"
"Six lashes Madam," came the grunted reply.
He screamed loudly as the crop stung his bare buttocks; a savage lash that almost tipped his balance. The servant murmured his agony as the stripe of red-hot pain burned deep into his soft flesh.
"Not six!" Arabella screeched angrily. "I tire of your constant mishaps – twelve! Twelve lashes and I hope you will learn from it this time."
"Oh God," the servant mumbled and braced himself.
Arabella's voice was soft and mocking, she bent close to his ear to say the words.
"He can't help you now, you will suffer for your clumsiness."
She stepped back away from him, raised the crop high above her shoulder and brought it down hard on his buttocks. Scream after scream reverberated around the gym as Madam laid the lashes on him. In a furious assault of sheer anger she swung the crop again and again. Arabella grunted with pleasure at each stroke she gave him, the satisfying smack of leather on his bare body and the pulling of the strap between her legs. It drove her to higher and higher planes of arousal that brought her close to the brink of orgasm itself. She paused, panting hard and composing herself to allow her rising orgasm to subside.
His white flesh was stained; wide red stripes raised welts on his backside, deeply coloured bruising that bore testament to the savagery of the beating. He was murmuring incoherently in his agony, struggling now to maintain his upright stance and in imminent danger of falling.
Madam released the cord attached to his cock, a great and grateful sigh of relief came from him as she did so. She freed too his hands, allowing the numbed limbs to fall uselessly to his sides.
"Down!" She barked in command. "Down on all fours."
The man was confused and dazed, the stinging pain still rushing through his body and mind. Another hard lash of the crop across his back helped urge him into the required position.
Madam straddled him, sitting astride his back in a riding position; her erect clitoris located against the hard bone of his spine. She began jerking her hips, rubbing herself against him. His warm body gripped between her thighs and her wet, open pussy pressing down on his skin. Arabella rode him frantically, gripping his hair as reins for purchase as she took her pleasure. Her back was arched, her chest out, her head fell back and she grunted with each urgent thrust of her body. Faster and faster she spurred him with her hips, her hard clitoris sensing the wonderful feel of him on her intimate parts.
She dug her long heels back painfully into his thighs as her passion mounted. She was lost in a world of frantic pounding desire as her hips jerked wildly to bring herself off. Rubbing herself violently on his skin she came to her peak.
His head was yanked back cruelly as she came, her mouth opening to emit a low and long wailing of deep satisfaction. Arabella's thighs gripped vice-like around his body to crush the breath from him. She rode on, savouring every last blissful sensation before dismounting to lay on the floor murmuring softly in pleasure.
Natalie was laid back on the bed murmuring softly in the blissful state of post-orgasm. From where she had sat on the edge of the bed during her climax she simply fell back sated and had remained there since.
"Fantastic," she moaned softly. "The best orgasm ever."
"Just the beginning bitch," Claire purred in satisfaction.
Natalie roused herself, lifting to support her upper body on her elbows.
"My God!" Natalie enthused. "It was so thrilling – so naughty – and so very nice."
"Glad you enjoyed it. Ready for another?" Claire asked smiling.
Natalie looked at her in amazement.
"What? Two straight off?"
Claire beamed a smile back at her.
"Why not bitch?"
The girl moaned and sighed deeply. Her voice was thick with arousal when she replied.
"I love it when you call me that. 'Bitch' it's so very…well…demeaning and insulting but at the same time so very horny."
"Mistress," Claire prompted gently. "You will call me Mistress."
Natalie nodded her agreement.
"Okay then," Claire said firmly. "Stand up and strip ready to come again."
Natalie quickly sat upright.
"What? Take my clothes of in front of you!"
Claire's hand shot rapidly our from her side to grasp a handful of Natalie's hair; she twisted it cruelly to bring a gasp of pain from her friend.
"Do as I tell you slut!"
Natalie whimpered in delight at the name Claire used to address her and the force she was using on her. She immediately began unbuttoning her blouse whilst the hold on her hair remained firm.
Claire towered over the trembling girl, looking down at the firm swell of breasts as the blouse parted. Her friend's soft orbs were firm and inviting, pushed together and upward by her bra to create a deep and tantalising cleavage. Claire's pussy throbbed its need as she commanded her friend, giving pain and having her under control was so exciting. Those feelings increased as Natalie's breasts were bared, her rosy pink nipples sticking out firmly in erection.
Pulling on her friend's hair Claire hoisted Natalie to her feet and released her grip.
"Now the trousers slut."
Natalie was trembling with high excitement and just a little apprehension as she complied, opening her trousers and slipping them down to the floor. She hesitated as her hands held the sides of her panties and then she slipped those down also to reveal and dark brown thatch of pubic hair. She stood naked and a little ashamed before her latex-clad friend.
Claire made much of inspecting her friend's body, her gaze lingering first on her nipples and then moving slowly and methodically down to her pussy.
"Turn," Claire ordered.
Natalie couldn't contain a gasp, the surge that washed through her as she was commanded so curtly thrilled her tremendously. Silently she turned and stood, aware that Claire was behind her but not knowing what would come next. It seemed all so exciting and wrong yet simply too thrilling to want to stop. Her friend's eyes would be roaming her naked buttocks and back, inspecting her thighs and legs. She felt pounding waves of deep sensation flooding through her at the thought.
"Part your legs," Claire's velvety coaxing voice said.
Natalie complied, shifting her feet to adopt a wide stance. When instructed, she bent over and placed her hands on the bed, her whole pussy exposed so wantonly between the backs of her thighs. Her heart beat fast, her breathing was laboured as the sexual thrill rushed through her entire body. Claire was aroused, highly so, her voice portrayed the fact.
"Lift your head and arch your back bitch."
Natalie almost came at the terrific jolt she received, the position and the sheer naughtiness of the situation bringing her closer and closer toward her peak. She felt every bit a slut as she did as she was bid; arching to raise and offer her buttocks high in a base and unashamed fashion. She tensed slightly and let out a stifled gasp as she felt just the tip of Claire's fingernails touch between her shoulder blades. She sighed in deep pleasure and wild throbbing anticipation and uncertainty as the nail traced a slow line down her back and toward her private parts.
"Closer bitch," Claire breathed excitedly as her finger dipped over the small over Natalie's back and paused at the crease of her buttocks. "I'm moving closer to your secret passage."
"Oh God!" Natalie murmured softly as the nail began to move slowly down the crease of her buttocks. It passed the tight little ring of her anus, pausing threatening before continuing downward.
"Almost at your pussy," Claire purred sexily. "Should I?"
Natalie nodded, her breathing fast and urgent.
"Yes," she whispered almost inaudibly.
Claire's tone became harsh and demanding.
"I asked you a question you cock-sucking little slut!"
"Oooh!" Natalie gasped and then added more loudly. "Yes! Yes! Do it – please do it!"
Claire's fingernail was teasing between the open lips of Natalie's pussy, probing lightly at the soft, pink inner lips.
"You want me to touch you?" Claire teased in a little-girly voice. "You want my finger inside you?"
Natalie's head nodded rapidly in agreement.
"God yes! Please yes just do it!"
Claire moved around to Natalie's side, her finger still poised teasing at the entrance to her friend's pussy, her left hand gripping Natalie's hair. She lifted Natalie's head, pulling back to arch the girls back and to open her pussy fully. In one move she stiffened her finger and pushed fully home up inside Natalie's soft interior.
"Nnnnh!" Natalie breathed in pleasure as the long digit entered.
Her body shook uncontrollably as Claire's other delicate fingers teased at the girl's hard clitoris.
"Move it around – please move it," Natalie pleaded in a low and desperate voice.
Claire pressed her latex covered mons against the side of her friend's hip.
"I need to punish you first slut. Do you accept my punishment?"
Natalie nodded her head several times in quick succession without realising what had actually been said.
"Yes! Anything, but just do it!"
Mistress withdrew the finger and landed a stinging slap with the flat of her hand across Natalie's left buttock. She received a thunderous jolt in her pussy as the slap landed.
Natalie was shocked, her body tensed and her head snapped around in surprise only to have it wrenched back by the restraining hand. Another hard slap stung her and she cried out, wave after wave of mixed pain and high pleasure pulsing through her body and mind.
"Dirty bitch," she heard Claire's voice spitting in disgust. "Filthy little whore!"
The incredible feelings became more intense, each slap the stung her seemed to jar right through to her hard clitoris. She began moving her body in time with the spanking, forcing her buttocks back to receive each one of them.
Faster the pain and pleasure came to her, pounding waves of extreme sensation fogged her mind and pleased her body. Natalie cried out, three of Claire's fingers pushed roughly up inside her and began moving within her moist interior. She came instantly, her internal muscles clamping hard around her friend's fingers to bring even sweeter and more powerful pounding pleasure.
Natalie collapsed forward onto the bed and whimpered softy as the after tremours of sweet pleasure rippled through her. The soft caressing hand that roamed over her reddened buttocks simply added to the wonderful warm sensations that she experienced.
Robert was naked in the lounge, standing with his cock only semi-erect; he was fearful of his wife's severe tone and attitude.
"Pathetic!" Claire snapped angrily. "You are a pathetic little wimp!"
"Yes, Mistress," he mumbled obediently in reply.
She circled him menacingly, dressed in just a pair of little panties and a tight bra both in black, she had a commanding and menacing manner about her. The high-heeled shoes that she wore raised her height to a powerful and commanding level that equally that of her husband. They added too to the overall sense of command and control that she felt flowing through her.
"Your licking techniques have not improved at all," she said in a severe tone. "Fumbled and displeasing to me – not at all acceptable. My pussy is a prized possession and yet you lick it like an ice-cream. I am most dissatisfied with your efforts."
"Sorry," he muttered and quickly added. "Mistress."
"Your silly little cock," she continued to mock him. "It doesn't even get hard, just hangs there uselessly like yourself.
Her tone changed to a taunting low purr.
"Perhaps it's time for me to find a real cock to fuck me."
Robert gasped, his cock jerked in involuntary spasm of delight and began to stiffen and rise.
Claire nodded the response and changed her voice to a low and coaxing sensual tone. Her manner softened too, she adopted a sexy gliding motion that simply oozed sexual teasing.
"Mmmm, I see the though of me having another man's cock excites you Robert."
He shook his head slowly in denial, his face etched with a serious frown.
Claire moved close, cupping his stiffening cock in her hand to hold it gently with her warm fingers encircling the shaft.
"I think it does," she sang playfully.
Robert tensed at her delicate touch and again shook his head.
Claire's voice was now soft, low and very sensual, her face close to his and her red painted lips opening slowly.
"A nice firm cock Robert," she breathed huskily. "Another man's cock is what I need up me."
He whimpered and then groaned as she caressed him tenderly.
"Shall I get one?" She teased. "And have it up inside my wet little pussy?"
His cock was throbbing in response, the blood pumping fast and hard into it in his excitement. It pulsed its delight and high arousal at her teasing.
Claire released him and stood back, delighting in his loud groan of disappointment. It was so thrilling to tease him, to see the way that he became instantly excited by the thought, his usually reluctant cock responding readily.
She slipped off her bra and cupped her breasts as he watched her. Her slim fingers kneading and caressing her soft orbs lovingly for his benefit.
Claire drew breath to add emphasis to her next taunting words.
"Would another man like to see these do you think? To play with them, feel them and to…kiss them?"
Robert groaned deep from his throat, his cock now at full erection twitched in delighted little jerks. His face was flushed red in excitement, his eyes following closely the movements of her fingers as they teased at her nipple rings. Her red painted nails pulling and twisting in her excitement.
Claire slipped down her panties and kicked them casually aside. She stood before him offering herself for his inspection and delighting in his obvious discomfort.
"He'd like to see me like this I'll bet, totally naked and ready for him. His cock would hard, Robert. Hard and wanting for me."
She turned and bent over, paused then got down onto all fours on the carpet.
"Perhaps I'd let him have me like this, from the back."
Claire moaned softly as though imagining the very act.
"Would you like to watch me being fucked Robert," she asked lightly.
"No," he muttered, cleared his throat and repeated the word louder and more forcefully.
"No! Never!"
Claire shifted her presented buttocks sexily.
"Yes," she teased. "Yes, I can imagine him now pushing it up inside me, mmm! So thick and so long."
"Bitch!" Robert spat angrily.
Claire was delighted by his angry response, her clitoris ached and her whole was crying out in need but she wanted to delay and to savour the moment a little longer.
"Can you imagine it Robert?" Her husky voice intoned. "His big thick cock sliding in and out of my warm, wet pussy, giving me what you can't – a nice hard fucking."
"Enough!" He shouted. "I've heard enough."
Claire giggled.
Like to come Robert?" She asked teasingly. "Is your pathetic little cock ready to come?"
"Yes," he panted urgently. "Yes!"
"Come and kneel behind me then Robert but don't put your cock in me yet."
He was there in an instant, she could hear his excited breathing behind her but it pleased her to make him wait. For several moments she waited there knowing that his would be ogling her body, her open pussy and just longing to get his aching cock inside her.
"Just the very head now," she said firmly. "Any more than that and I stop immediately."
He complied, guiding the head of his excited cock just into the entrance of her pussy, resting against the warm, wet inner lips. Robert paused there and then at her command pushed fully in and waited as he had been told to.
"Please," he whimpered pathetically. "Please Mistress."
"Please what Robert," Claire teased.
"Let me move – to fuck you – please!"
The pounding excitement was almost too much to bear, she wanted to relent but was enjoying his agony much more. She squeezed her internal muscles around his length inside her several times to bring low groans of approval from her husband.
"I wonder," she posed the question almost absently. "What another man's cock would really feel like."
She felt his cock jerk inside her.
"Bigger though," she stated raising her voice. "It would need to be much bigger than your silly little willy. A proper cock, with a proper man to fuck me as I need fucking."
His cock was pulsing rapidly in excitement, each little spasm transmitting its delight to her soft insides.
Her voice changed to a mischievous and taunting tone.
"Perhaps I have Robert."
"Have what?" He grunted almost in disinterest.
She giggled lightly.
"Had another man's cock up me."
No reply came, Robert remained stationary and silent; stunned at the very suggestion as the possibility that she could have hit him.
"Perhaps," Claire taunted further. "I have already been fucked by another. Possibly more than one."
She laughed aloud as she felt his cock jerking inside her, the little excited spurts of his sperm jetting deep within her interior. Then she came, a gripping series of intense and satisfying surges of deep sensation fed by flashing images of the servants at the manor.