It was so erotic, to have this gorgeous naked man only inches in front of her and playing with himself so unashamedly.
Her pussy gripped in excitement as the man rubbed harder and faster in growing arousal, his hand almost a blur as he pumped his cock furiously.
Arabella ate on almost disinterestedly with only an occasional glance up at the servant.
He groaned and Claire sighed, she squeezed her thighs together as he approached his climax.
"Ahh!" Claire gasped aloud as he came.
A thick stream of his sperm jetting out high into the air and landing in thick globules on his stomach and chest. She felt a terrific surge pass through her and wished that she could have had the privilege of dong it for him.
Arabella rose from her chair, leaned over and covered the end of his cock with her mouth. Her head bobbed and loud sucking noises were heard as she cleaned the servants cock with her mouth.
Several moments passed before she straightened, licking at her lips in satisfaction. Not a hint of embarrassment or excitement showed on her face, it was as though she had just eaten a cream cake and nothing more.
"Come," she said casually to Claire. "Let's walk in the grounds, I have something to tell you."
Claire stood on the front steps in her suit and boots, her legs set wide in a confident and arrogant stance. In her hand she held a riding crop and on her finger a huge gold ring. 'The symbol of acceptance' Arabella had called it when she had presented it to Claire. She glowed, recalling Madam's words as they had walked in the grounds.
" You Claire," Madam had said. "Have proved to be a most worthy student. Whilst your education is not yet complete you have shown rapid and willing acceptance and compliance. You now hold the title of 'Mistress' the ring will ensure that all servants will obey you without question. Today you have a special task, for this weekend we have two house guests, they will arrive shortly and be completely under your command. See to it Claire," Arabella had emphasised. "That they suffer -most miserably."
Claire glanced again at her watch and slapped the crop hard down on her other palm in impatience. The guests were late, not a good start for them she, she thought. The time on the steps had given the opportunity for her to plan their demise, she would certainly make them suffer and that suffering would certainly be miserable indeed.
At last the black limousine swept up the driveway and pulled to a halt at the foot of the steps. The polished bodywork looking regal and so important, the black-tinted windows hiding the occupants from view.
The chauffeur acted dutifully and opened the back door whilst the two suited men got out. They stood in awe, looking up at Claire from the base of the steps, their greedy eyes roaming her body hungrily.
Claire felt pulsing snags of excitement grabbing deep in her vulva, her nipples were hard and pressing against the tight material of her suit; her clitoris too formed a neat little bump at the mound of her mons.
The chauffeur turned to Claire to offer his apologies for the late arrival.
"Madam, the delay was my fault and not…"
"Silence!" Claire snapped angrily from the steps above the three men. "I will deal with you later, now leave us."
She moved to the retaining rail and looked down, her arm pointed the crop distastefully at the two visitors.
"Remove your shoes and socks," she commanded. "And be quick about it."
Both men hesitated and then complied, to stand barefoot on the hard stones of the graveled driveway.
Claire was aware of the men's frequent glances up at her, between her thighs to where the tight suit pulled into the shape of her pussy. Those leering looks pleased her much and her pussy responded by flowing its juices readily within the tight covering.
"Jackets and shirts now – take them off," she ordered coldly. "And walk around as you strip."
She watched them hobbling gingerly over the hard uneven stones, grunting their discomfort as they stripped to the waist.
One was older, in his early fifties she guessed, the other much younger, a son perhaps. Both men were well dressed and fairly fit with good lean bodies. The younger of the two was extremely good looking but that would pull no favours in softening his punishment.
They stood now like two pathetic little puppies waiting for their Master to command them. At the casual wave of the crop in instruction they loosed their trousers and underpants to drop them to the floor.
Claire laughed aloud, enjoying herself greatly as she inspected the naked men and their cocks.
"Small and inadequate," she chuckled. "Your tiny little cocks that you offer offend me."
Her tone then lowered to a menacing growl.
"And for that, you will both suffer."
In long loping strides Claire moved along the terrace and down the steps, aware of the lusting gazes that followed her every movement. At the bottom step she paused.
"Come here both of you."
They began to move but where halted instantly by the cutting voice of Claire.
"Crawl you worthless shits, crawl on your hands and knees."
Their pain and great discomfort pleased her much as she watched them scrabbling toward her. "Nothing though," she said softly to herself. "Compared with what is in store for you both."
Natalie's heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembled and her body felt alive with pulsing pleasure as she slowly parted her knees.
He sat opposite her on the tube train as it rattled toward Oxford Circus station, his frequent glances at her legs hadn't gone unnoticed by her. The man's eyes widened in delighted surprise as his gaze fixed beneath her skirt. His face flushed excitedly and he shifted in his seat, his big hands held the folded newspaper firmly across his lap.
Natalie received a terrific jolt in her pussy as she displayed herself for him. So secretive and naughty, the few other passengers further down the carriage blissfully unaware of her flashing. He would be able to see her inner thighs, the creamy white flesh above her socking tops and the tight white triangle of her panties. The thumping sensations in her body simply got stronger and more delightful. She slid forward slightly, opening her knees further as her confidence and excitement grew. She looked at him with wide moon-like eyes and smiled knowingly, parting her lips sensually. Natalie's fingers toyed idly at the buttons of her blouse, slipping one open to show the very beginning of her tight cleavage.
She slowly closed her knees, watching his expression change to one of disappointment before parting them wide again. Slowly back and forth she moved her knees teasing him with alternating glimpses of her hidden secrets. Natalie delighted in his obvious excitement, he was perspiring, his face red and stare fixed.
She stood slowly, towering over him and adjusting her skirt casually. As Natalie moved toward the doors she turned and winked before stepping out onto the platform and walking away. Once in the exit tunnel, she stopped, leaned back again the wall and sighed heavily.
She was excited, her whole body crying out with the aching need and the sheer thrill of showing herself. It had been so good and so powerful, horny and simply wonderfully exciting. The pulling sensations deep in her vulva cried out for more, her nipples throbbed in agreement and her hard clitoris ached a dull nagging to further her need. She straightened herself, pushed out her chest and arched her back, Natalie undid another button on her blouse before walking happily towards the exit and the main street above.
She bathed in the many admiring glances as she made her way through the crowds. Natalie stopped often at some of the many small stalls that lined the main streets; leaning forward more than necessary to give the stall holders ample glimpses of her cleavage. It maintained her high, the pumping need and thrill of the show. Her blouse was open down to the join of her bra, her breasts were swelled by the restricting bra to offer her firm orbs in a tight and firm cleft of temptation. Her pussy literally throbbed its delight at the sensations that were pumping through her.