"No! For pity's sake not in there please no!"
She screamed a pitiful wail of deep despair as the head pushed hard and slipped inside her tight little tunnel. Her body shook in deep sobs of humiliation and pain, her head threw back and her screams renewed as the long cock pushed ever upward. On and on the agony went until his body was pressed against her buttocks and the whole length of his cock up inside her.
The soothing laps of the tongue on her clitoris at first didn't register above the pain in her backside but after several moments it began to feel good. It was a weird sensation, the cock inside her anus remained stationary if painful, her body gripped around it in little spasms as the tongue on her pussy worked its magic.
Natalie found herself responding, her brain telling her that it was not possible but her body screaming its need in denial. She was becoming aroused, more aroused than she had ever known and it felt so very good. It was the abuse, the violation of her private entrance, the indignity and the sheer thrill of not being able to resist.
The cock in her backside began to twitch, her own body responded in excited little grips of pleasure around it. Natalie gurgled as he shot his thick cream deep up inside her rectum and teeth gently gripped around her clitoris. She came, the orgasm tearing through her like a steam train to hurtle her unstoppably toward her peak. She mumbled her pleasure, as her body jerked in spasms and she cried out as the cock slipped out of her. The burning pain in her backside remained, a fire that lingered long after the huge cock had left her body.
Drained and sore, Natalie hung there murmuring softly. A hand removed the ear muffs and then gripped her hair roughly behind her head. A mouth kissed hers, a woman's mouth, sensual and loving in its applied passion. The smell of her own pussy juices was thick on the covering mouth and that simply added to the thrilling excitement.
"Welcome to the manor Natalie," Claire's thick voice said as the kiss ended.
The three women sat around the small table on the terrace as was usual at the start of the day. It was Natalie's first real look at the vast estate and the house itself. She had arrived blindfolded and had slept if somewhat fitfully afterwards to wake this morning and to come down onto the terrace.
Natalie stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the naked man servant. Her hungry gaze roamed his big body and then fell between his legs as carried out the tray of glasses and placed one on the table before each of the women. She flushed as Arabella casually extended a hand, gripped his cock and wanked it slowly as he served the table. Her actions were so natural and unashamed, it was as though he was simply there to use as his boss pleased. Instant stirring sensations rushed to Natalie's pussy, she felt herself instantly aroused at the erotic sight.
"Nice?" Arabella asked brightly. "Like him?"
Natalie swallowed hard and nodded, her voice cracked as she tried to reply.
"Yes, very much."
"Nice cock don't you think," she stated as she massaged his erection. She flicked her thumb across the tip to cause the man to draw breath.
Natalie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze held on the stiff member of the servant. Her throat dry and pulses racing, she felt embarrassed that her growing arousal might show. Her gaze however, would not move from the arousing hand of Arabella as her delicate slim fingers coaxed his big cock.
Arabella addressed her speech to the servant, her tone was playfully mocking.
"Your naughty cock invaded our guest's backside last night didn't it?"
Anger and hatred welled up instantly in Natalie, she stood and in one swift move slapped the servant hard across the face. The soreness in her backside remained as a reminder of a most unpleasant experience and a restless night. She grabbed at his hair, pulling and spitting pure venom and seeking revenge.
"Calm yourself!" Arabella snapped sharply. "I won't have you attacking my servants."
Natalie halted and turned to Arabella, she was shaking with emotion her fists clenched tightly and her face red with anger. "He attacked my backside last night didn't he?"
"On my instructions yes he did," Arabella retorted firmly. "And you came to orgasm as a result of it – now sit down!"
Natalie had no answer, she backed away slowly and lowered herself into her seat defeated.
"Later, Arabella's soothing voice calmed. "You will have the opportunity to repay his kindness."
"Kindness? Huh!" Natalie snorted in disgust.
"Oh dear," Arabella stated softly but firmly. "It appears that you need some the fight knocked out of you my dear for we simply cannot tolerate personal vendettas here."
Natalie nodded her acceptance of the reprimand.
"I apologise to you Arabella, I've abused your hospitality and I'm very sorry."
Arabella smiled back, her voice low and serious.
"But of course you are my dear, more sorry than you realize, for I will be supervising your punishment."
Natalie cast a nervous glance at Claire and then to Arabella, the set expressions on their faces made her begin to tremble.
Little Amey was hooked, she still couldn't believe that she had actually come simply by opening her legs to man. Natalie had coaxed her and she was thankful to her for it. That day on the coffee shop veranda would remain in her mind for always. Never had she told her friends, nor anyone come to that, but it was her first orgasm ever. Okay she joined in the sexual banter and had always given the impression that she was man -mad but the truth was that she remained a virgin.
Desperate though she was to lose it, her virginity still remained intact. Men simply weren't attracted to tiny women she had told herself many times, but she hadn't convinced herself. That orgasm, the powerful and wonderful sensations that she had received she knew instinctively was merely a taste. What lay ahead, the delights that a cock actually inside her could bring would be so incredible, and she meant now to experience it.
The time was near, she trembled slightly, pulling her robe across her near nakedness as she stood at the lounge window looking eagerly out. She had read it somewhere but couldn't remember exactly where. The story of a bored housewife that phoned salesmen to give her quotes. Once in the privacy of her home they were seduced and frantic sex took place on each occasion. Amey doubted that is was reality but it was a God-given way of getting a man into her house and she had taken it.
She took a deep breath as the car pulled up outside, she rushed to the mirror, checking her hair and wishing the flushed redness on her cheeks to fade rapidly. Trembling fingers pulled the neck of her robe open to show a good amount of tight cleavage that her little black bra had created. She dabbed again drops of her favourite perfume on the sides of her neck, the heady scent adding to her arousal. Her heart missed a beat as the doorbell chimed, she straightened and steeled herself before walking through to the hall.
"Mason's carpets," the suited young man announced formally as she opened the door.
Her stomach gripped in little flutters and she fought to control her quavering voice as she stepped aside to allow him in. The feelings had started already, those wonderful pulling sensations deep inside her vulva. She noticed his furtive glance down the neck of her robe as she closed the door behind him. Her nipples were hard, pressing delightfully against the insides of her bra cups and a rhythmic pulsing in her clitoris nagged constantly. Her pussy was wet and she tingled all over with sexual anticipation and arousal.
Once in the lounge she sat on the settee, crossing her slim legs and allowing the silky robe to fall to the sides. Her legs and thighs were exposed indecently wonderfully she thought, stopping just short of her crotch but only just maintaining her modesty. It thrilled her to see him leering at them as he seated himself opposite.