A glance around his front showed clearly that in his pain he had achieved orgasm, globules of his thick seed trickled down the central post and stained the grass below.
Her pussy was wet, her nipples firm and her hard clitoris throbbed its aching need for sexual release. Arabella was pulsing with excitement, punishment sessions always seemed to bring out the very best in her along with that compelling and irresistible urge to have a cock up inside her. Beating a man, punishing him so soundly and made all the better by ten leering men wanting to have her body. They would be imagining what lay beneath her thin clothing, her silky soft skin and puffy pussy lips. Her firm breasts and rosy pink nipples, her taut little buttocks an her sweet little anus.
She moved quickly between the two rows of young men, pulled down her leggings and panties and got down onto all fours. A quick nod of her head to him brought Claude, the big athletic black boy, eagerly around behind her. He positioned his big cock at the entrance to her pussy and pushed fully home up inside her. Both his hands gripped her hips to pull her slim frame hard back onto him as he began a frantic pumping into her. Large and powerfully built, he had an athletic body that glistened like ebony in the bright daylight, the stamina that he possessed seemed almost without end.
Arabella's mouth hung open, her head and body shaking in time with Claude's powerful thrusting as his hips crashed against her soft buttocks. It excited Arabella to be had whilst the others watched; their cocks rising to erection in need, all of them wishing that it could be them serving the mistress.
She arched her back, her head threw up and she began to wail. A low and animal-like howling of deep satisfaction as the thick cock pumped urgently into her. Arabella met his thrusting, forcing herself hard back onto him to gain the whole length of his cock deep up inside her soft interior. Her body locked and shook in violent tremors of pleasure. She grunted and her head hung down between her arms, for a moment or two she fell silent and then screamed aloud as she came.
Claude pulled out of her, his huge cock rearing up to spurt a thick stream of his sperm onto Arabella's buttocks and lower back. He pressed hard against his mistress's backside and rubbed himself to a slow finish as he knew she liked him to.
Paul, never having seen such a spectacle moaned as his cock jerked. At first just a little dribble of his seed appeared then his cock jetted long spurts of his sperm forcefully out in front of him. Paul's great excitement Arabella noted, and it pleased her greatly.
Claire was alone, the red-silk robe the only material covering her otherwise naked body as picked up the thick manila envelope from the doormat. With a mug of steaming coffee in hand she settled herself at the kitchen table and tore the envelope open.
Different, weird even, the instructions from Arabella were precise if a little strange. A surge of excitement rushed through Claire's body as she read them aloud to herself. A tingling in her nipples and little flutters in her vulva made Claire pause to question her feelings. "Written instructions, that is all they are," she scolded herself. "Nothing remotely sexual about them at all."
Deny it as she might the excitement she felt was building within her, dippy Amey had for once been right.
Claire found herself squeezing her thighs together, squashing her enflamed labia around her hardening clitoris and to massage it comfortingly.
On the appointed day she was to dress in the prescribed manner, make her way to a point outside of town where she would be collected. A sketched map was attached and a typed list of points added as where exactly to stand and which direction even that she should look in.
A sip at her coffee and a delighted shiver couldn't stem Claire's rising feelings of thrilling anticipation. She and Arabella had always got on well at school, the others saw her differently but Claire harboured a liking for the woman. Her hand rested now over her pussy, her fingers gripping lightly in a steady rhythm to try to feed the nagging ache that simply wouldn't leave her.
She wouldn't, Claire decided, say anything to the others. Okay she had agreed to share the information on the instructions once they arrived but now, now it all seemed so very different. She sighed aloud, shifting her thighs apart to allow her hand access to her pulsing clitoris. Claire looked apprehensively at the kitchen window and tried to make her rubbing movements less conspicuous.
As the wonderful sensations increased, Claire slid forward on her seat, stretching her legs out beneath the table. Her three fingers now rubbing steadily to circle and to press on her hard bud. Faster and harder she stroked herself, eyes closed and head back she moaned her pleasure to the silent kitchen.
She gave several little whimpers as her body shivered in light convulsions of pre-orgasm. Her legs locked straight, her back arched and she cried-out as she came.
For several minutes she sat as she had finished, bathing in the warm and blissful state of post-orgasm. Claire was mewing softly, her hand still rubbing slightly at her sex to savour every last ripple of sensation from it. Her eyes opened, she flushed and sat upright in the chair, embarrassed at inability to resist her urges. She pulled her robe tightly across her body and ran upstairs to the shower.
The huge marbled bathroom was larger than most normal lounges. Pale grey tiles lined the walls with long mirrors fixed horizontally to give ample opportunity for one to admire themselves fully. The large sunken bath, more like a small swimming pool had steps at one end that descended down into the foamy suds that covered the water. It was on these steps that Arabella stood naked, her body glistening with droplets of water and streaks of creamy suds.
"Work the lather in well, Vincent," she purred in delight.
The naked servant stood close to her, his cock erect and twitching as he ran both hands lovingly over his mistresses' body to soap her completely. His thick fingers roamed freely, rubbing across her breasts to excite her hard nipples, sliding down over the curve of her firm buttocks to slip between her legs.
"Unnnh!" Arabella groaned in delight as contact was made on her labia.
The fingers probed and searched as she shifted her feet apart to accommodate them. Her hand slipped around her side to grip and to hold his throbbing cock, her head rested back on his broad shoulder. One hand now fingered her pussy, the other covered one breasts and pulled her back onto him as he squeezed and kneaded it.
"Fuck me," Arabella breathed urgently. "Fuck me now."
He pulled her onto him, manoeuvring his cock up under her buttocks and between her legs. The great head of his cock pushed into her inner lips and then on up inside her moist interior. His finger and thumb pinched and rolled her nipple, the other hand circled her waist to rub slowly at her clitoris. Vincent began a slow thrusting up into his mistress, sliding his cock almost out of her pussy before ramming hard back up inside her.
Arabella moaned her pleasure, her internal muscles gripping him momentarily as each inward stroke peaked. Her whole soft inside closing around his great length to feed back total pulsing sensations from his firm rod.
Only moments he lasted before she felt the warm wash of his sperm deep up inside her. She came at that moment, air forcing from her lungs as she savoured the feel of his thick warm cock up inside her.
"Good, Vincent, very good indeed," she praised breathlessly.
"Thank you Madam," came the dutiful reply.
"Now, wash yourself and sit of the side of the bath, I have yet to eat," she said firmly and then softened her tone to a sensual drawl. "And you know just how hungry I can get."