"My boys," she whimpered lovingly. "Take me my boys – all of you."
It was an unusual but thrilling step that Claire had taken. Her husband Robert was tied to a dining room chair in their lounge; his hands roped firmly behind him and his ankles secured to the font legs. He was naked and aroused, his cock stiff and jutting up from his lap as he ogled his wife longing.
She stood confidently and arrogantly before him in a short pleated skirt and white blouse. Her legs covered by the sheer nylon of her black hold-up stockings and her high-heeled shoes forcing her body erect. When she spoke her voice was thick with arousal, the thrill and excitement pumping hard through her.
Something special for you today," she said with difficulty. Her pulsing body throbbed and her throat was dry as she prepared herself. She inched closer to the side of the spare dining chair next to her and called out one word.
"Paul."
Robert sat stunned as her favourite blonde servant entered. Her husband gaped in silent awe as the big muscular servant walked slowly in to the room. His broad hairless chest and thick thighs, his handsome face and the long thick cock dangling semi-erect between his legs.
Paul moved as he had been instructed and sat himself on the chair next to Claire, his cock now standing up ready and excited to show his deep arousal.
"This is Paul," Claire said excitedly. "A very good friend of mine."
She gasped aloud as the servant's hand slipped up to touch the back of her thigh just below the hem of her short skirt.
"Oh God Robert!" She moaned in delight. "He's touching my leg."
Robert watched in silence as his wife's expression changed to a deep and longing smile of sheer bliss. His cock pulsed hard in response to her teasing and the fact that she was allowing another man to touch her. The bitch was loving it, her eyes half-closing in ecstasy as the man's hand touched her.
"His hand is under my skirt now Robert, stroking so nicely at my buttocks."
She gave a soft gasp and whimpered sexily.
"His fingers are probing, slipping under the elastic of my…unnnh! Panties."
"My pussy!" Her voice raised excitedly. "He's touching my pussy!"
Robert was shaking, not in anger but in pure pumping excitement, his eyes flicked greedily at the hem of her skirt in an effort to see the act itself.
Claire let out a deep groan of satisfaction.
"His fingers are up inside me now Robert," she teased sensually. "So thick and wonderful, moving around inside me to feel my warm pussy juices."
Claire gripped the hem of her skirt at the front and raised it to her waist. The moving bulge of the man's hand was clearly visible beneath his wife's panties, it made him groan aloud in deep excitement.
"You dirty little bitch," he uttered.
"Yes," she purred sexily in response. "I am, a very dirty bitch."
As the servant slipped her panties slowly down, Claire held her skirt up with one hand, her other tearing open her blouse buttons.
"He loves my breasts Robert, don't you Paul?"
"Yes Madam," came the dutiful response. "I love to feel them and to kiss them whilst I fuck you."
Robert grunted and tensed, trying desperately to stem his rising climax.
Claire shifted to hover with her back to the servants lap, her pussy just above his erect cock. She lowered herself, moaning in delight as his big cock slipped easily up inside her lubricated pussy. She moaned again as the huge cock filled her completely, both hands holding her skirt high to afford her husband sight of its entry.
"So good Robert," she breathed excitedly.
"So good to have a proper cock up inside me."
As she began to ride the servants cock Robert came, his sperm jetting out forcefully in a high arc of deep excitement. Claire plunged her body wildly down on the stiff rod of flesh to sate her own pounding thrill. She watched her husband in orgasm, reveling in the teasing of him that she had so wanted to prolong but had failed to do.
Paul's hands came around to cup her breasts and he began forcing his hips up to meet her descending buttocks.
Faster and faster the couple pounded against one another until finally Claire screamed as she came. Slowly she rose to her feet, copious quantities of his thick seed dribbling from her sated pussy. Claire moved to kneel before her husband, she held his softened cock and smiled up at him.
"Lick me Paul," she said without turning around. "Lick my pussy clean."
Her head descended and she took her husband's soft, wet cock into her mouth. She moaned in contentment as the servant's tongue began probing into her moist pussy from behind.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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.