Natalie lingered on stairways; close to the edge to afford unhindered sight up her skirt to the many interested men that passed beneath. She squatted and bent over often; all in seeming innocent actions of looking at goods on sale but each movement sexually loaded. She posed and moved to excite and delight, positioning herself so as to give the best sights of her body. For hours she moved along the various streets and locations, savouring the feelings and arousal of her secretive offerings.
At last she could hold-out no longer, it was in the toilet of a small cafй that she bolted the door and was at last alone. Her hand slipped urgently down inside her panties to cup her mons and pussy. She pressed and rubbed on her excited bud and came almost instantly to orgasm.
It was to the back of the house that Claire had herded the two men, lashing out with the crop often to guide them in the desired direction. They now knelt on the hard cobblestones of the back yard, their hands tied firmly behind their backs.
Claire stood before the elder man, her mons only an inch or so away from his face.
"Can you imagine my pussy beneath the suit?" She asked huskily.
"Oh Yes," the man answered longingly.
She struck swiftly, cutting the crop hard down across the shoulder of the younger man.
"Your friend here will suffer each time you fail to use my title," she stated casually and then snapped harshly. "Madam! You will call me Madam!"
"Yes Madam, sorry Madam."
She moved close to press her latex covered mons against his face.
"Would like to have me?" She asked in a teasing little voice. "To fuck me and to get your silly little cock up inside me?"
"Yes," he muttered in excited response.
She directed her speech to the younger man and tapped at his arm with the crop.
"And you? Would you like to fuck me, perhaps from behind?"
His face broke a huge smile.
"Yes please Madam!"
Claire paused as though considering the possibility. She leaned down close to their faces and used an even tone of voice.
"Well," she teased. "You can't"
Claire laughed loudly, enjoying the crestfallen expressions on their faces and the twitching spasms of expectation in their cocks. She mocked the helpless men in their dejection and flaunted her slim body for their pitiful pleading gazes.
"Now. To begin the proceedings of your weekend at the manor we will have some exercise. You will both run around the full outside of the main house and buildings." Claire paused. "To meet with me back on the front steps of the main house. The first one of you arrive will receive ten less lashes than the second of you."
She paused again.
"Well? Off you go!" She snapped impatiently.
Both men struggled to their feet, both shouldering each other aside in their haste as they ran fast towards and around the potting sheds.
Claire was aware of someone moving up behind her, she moaned in delight as Arabella's hand cupped her buttocks from the back.
"You are progressing well with our guests young Mistress, don't however be too easy on them will you now."
"The weekend is yet young," Claire giggled back.
"Would the new Mistress care to share Madam's bed tonight?" Arabella's silky soft voice purred.
Claire closed her eyes to savour the caressing fingers on her body and murmured.
"It would be my pleasure Madam."
The waiter had the advantage and Natalie helped him to gain it as she hunched her shoulders. He placed the coffee down on the table and lingered looking straight down her open blouse. She sat at the pavement table outside the small cafй basking in the sun and the admiring glances. Again and again he had returned to her table to clear, wipe it over and to wipe it again, his obvious interest pleased Natalie greatly.
The rubbing of herself in the toilets earlier had helped ease the ache but it hadn't satisfied her; only one thing could do that, a man's warm and hard cock. She needed that now so desperately, the morning's teasing had maintained her wonderful high level of arousal but had not allowed it to subside.
She smiled up him, a knowing and encouraging smile. Words were unnecessary between them as he returned her gaze and smiled back. She rose to her feet, standing close to him, her chest pushed out invitingly.
"Are the toilets free do you know?" she asked sexily.
He led off, almost running in his urgency to lead her through the back of the cafй and into the corridor beyond. Natalie was almost dragged into the small cubicle as he pulled excitedly on her wrist. Once the door closed she was shoved roughly face against the door, one of his hands groping coarsely at her breasts the other lifting the back of her skirt. For several minutes he fondled and groped, his hands running over her firm buttocks and little panties.
Natalie gasped as her panties were pulled roughly down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, instinctively shifting her legs apart. The pumping excitement bringing her closer to her peak. She prepared to receive the strangers cock gratefully up inside her.
He was against her in an instant, his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her buttocks, one strong hand clamping on the back of her neck to press her face to the door. She was trapped, squashed hard between the door and his excited body. It happened suddenly, he simply grunted once and shot his sperm up over the top of her buttocks and clothing.
Natalie was livid in her disappointment, she turned in fury and brought her knee sharply into his groin. He fell back onto the seat with both hand clamped between his legs to ease the excruciating pain.
Her pussy had been ready to be sated, her mind too had welcomed the promised sex and now it was for nothing. The anger within her tuned her senses, adding to her level of arousal, she breathed deeply several times to maintain control. She gripped the man's hair roughly and pulled his head up to look at her. Natalie was amazing calm in her actions, she leaned back against the door, parted her legs and lifted her skirt.
"Lick me you bastard," she hissed. "Lick me."
Claire stood waiting on the lawn in front of the house, a naked male servant by her side and her hand caressing his buttocks.
It was the younger of the two visitors that arrived first, panting, his face eagerly seeking acknowledgement he halted in front of Claire.
"I lied," she giggled. "You now get ten extra lashes."
He was deflated, his devastation and his exhaustion combined to lower his spirits admirably. They waited until the second and older visitor finally came along struggling hard to complete the course.
"Right!" Claire announced loudly. "Now a picnic for you my little teddy bears – off to the woods we go!"
With liberal use of the crop on their naked bodies Claire herded them across the wide expanse of grass and into the wooded area. At a point about two hundred yards into the wood she halted them and turned to the servant.
"Tie them as instructed," she told him.
The servant busied himself, selecting the necessary ropes from the small holdall that he carried. Both men were each tied to a tree either side of the small path and facing one another. With their backs against the trees, their arms were pulled harshly backward and securely bound; likewise their ankles were firmly roped to the trees. Claire watched intently as the servant looped a thin cord and attached a small weight then slipped it over the head of the younger man's cock. The resulting downward pull of the weight on his cock made an erection a fearful prospect indeed. The older man was treated to the same and grunted as the weight was released to hang free.