He busied himself, laying out sample squares of carpet on the floor between them, looking up often to her exposed cleavage as she leaned forward to inspect them. Blonde and young, tall and so very good looking, the man thrilled her so very much. She mentally undressed him, trying to imagine if his cock matched his bulky strong body. Mental images came to her; of him on top of her, his taut little backside pumping into her like a rabbit mating and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
He was talking but she didn't hear him, his voice seemed distant and detached somehow as her interest lurked between his thick thighs.
Amey parted her knees seemingly absently to offer a glimpse of the tight white triangle of her panties for his searching blue eyes. A bolt of powerful sensation shot through her as his eyes flicked beneath her robe to accept the offered view. Casually she shifted and moved, feigning deep interest in the carpet samples but checking frequently the growing bulge in the front of his trousers. Little by little she allowed robe to slip to the sides, the silky material sliding easily against her smooth skin. Her whole thighs were now on show almost up to her hips, the little panties plainly on view including the side strings across her lower hip. The robe joined just around her waist and held precariously by the wrapping cord. Above it and below it her bare flesh was uncovered, soft pale skin that bore the aura of innocence.
Again and again she parted her knees, leaning forward and offering her body so blatantly. It was a heady pounding excitement that throbbed in her little body. Great waves of pure and exquisite pleasure rushed through her body to grip down in her pussy. Each series of waves became stronger, growing in frequency to signal her approaching climax.
"Fuck me," she breathed excitedly without looking up from the samples.
He choked, cleared his throat and sat back startled.
"What? What did you say?"
Little Amey looked up with an impish grin, she stood slowly but confidently. Her hand pulled at the cord around her waist to allow her robe to fall open.
"I said fuck me," she repeated sexily and dropped the robe to the floor.
He sat stunned, his eyes flicking first to her breasts and then to her pussy and back up to her face. He was flushed, very excited and nervous but he stood up self-consciously. The front of his trousers pushed out hard and tent-like in his arousal, he was trembling but delighted, it showed clearly in his expression.
A little gasp slipped from Amey's lips as he stepped forward and took her in his arms. He kissed her passionately as his eager hands groped clumsily at her buttocks. In a heated frenzy of urgent need the two worked as one to remove her bra and panties. Amey's searching hand gripped his long cock as it was freed from his unzippered trousers.
She was alive with pumping excitement, the feel of it, warm and throbbing in her hand, so thick and yet so very nice. A flutter of apprehension soon was dissipated in her longing to feel it inside her.
He kissed her again, her legs raising to clamp around his waist, her arms locked tightly around the back of his neck. He lowered her slowly onto his stiff cock to bring great sighs of appreciation from the kissing Amey. In the big head slipped, pushing her sweet little labia apart and stretching her innocent pink inner lips tightly around his girth. Lower he moved her, paused and then pushed fully home up inside her little body.
A little sigh and whimper came from the little girl before her mouth hungrily sought his again in a fiery passion of longing desire.
The man backed her to the wall, crushing against her frail little body and trapping it, he began pumping hard into her in his excitement. It was a frantic and wild passion that drove them both in urgent need. Seconds only it lasted before he shot his seed deep up inside her little body and Amey came to climax. As he lowered her to the floor, Amey positively glowed, she felt now that she had become a complete woman at last.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Natalie was in Madam's study, naked and leaning forward on the desk. Her hands were planted firmly on the top and her legs spread wide apart. Her slender long legs and thighs were braced as were her arms. The smooth curve of her arched back flipped up to the rise of her taut buttocks and her head was held high.
"Six strokes today," Arabella said firmly. "A mere introduction to the cane for you and a little part of your punishment as a starter."
Arabella moved close, the fingers of her left hand eased the lips of Natalie's labia apart and she slipped the plastic vibrator fully up inside.
Natalie grunted at the stiff intrusion, her clitoris jolting in response to the warm fingers on her sex. Her body closed around the long probe inside her to gain delightful little ripples of exquisite pleasure.
"You will," Arabella stated. "Hold this inside with your internal muscles during the caning. Should you not – then we start all over again."
Arabella stepped back, raised the cane above her shoulder and paused.
"Count them bitch."
She swung hard down, the thin cane slicing through the air to land with sickening thud on Natalie's backside.
Natalie screamed, her body tensed and bucked, the vibrator plopped out and fell to the floor.
"Oh dear," Arabella said in a level tone. "I think we may be here for quite some time."
She picked up the vibrator and reinserted it inside Natalie's pussy, allowing herself a loving stroke of the girl's wonderful full buttocks.
The cane bit deep, stinging harshly at the firm rounded flesh. A deep burning sensation seeped through Natalie's buttocks, she gripped with all her might to hold the vibrator inside her. The combined clamping action and pain produced the most wonderful sense of pleasure in her. Hurt and sweetness both introduced as one to mingle, to tease and then tear at her nerve ends. Her head threw back and she screamed loudly as the next lash stung at her lithe body. A cruel and devastating blow that cut across the buttocks just at the top of her thighs. The vibrator was propelled out of her body to thump heavily on the floor.
"Dear me," Arabella tutted mockingly and pushed the vibrator back in again. "Your pretty little backside will certainly suffer today."
Further caning saw the vibrator drop from Natalie's pussy on several more occasions. It seemed to happen all at once, Natalie felt her pussy grip but in a different way. The warming heat of her pain seemed spread over her buttocks and down between her thighs to excite her pussy. Her muscles gripped around the stiff rod inside her to envelope its whole length and to send the wildest of exquisite sensations pounding through her. The thwacking cane on her sore flesh was welcome now and her body pulsed in eager expectation of it's cruel sting. Her heady filled with sound deadening mist that swirled around confusing her emotions further still.
Natalie jerked forwards, the force of the surge taking her breath form her. She braced her body and began to howl then screamed a long and high-pitched wail of deep pleasure. Her body quivered, her head and arms slumped to rest on the desk top and she shook uncontrollably in orgasm.
From somewhere far off she heard voices, the words mumbled and mixed so as to be intelligible to her. The after tremours racked her body sweetly and she rested there accepting them. Her hair was roughly grabbed, her head pulled back hard to raise her head up and to strain against her shoulders. The vibrator was pulled roughly from her sated body, slipping out easily over her orgasmic juices. She cried out as the huge cock pushed into her pussy in one easy move to fill her completely. Natalie grunted in tandem with the servant's hard thrusting as he slammed his hips hard against her firm buttocks.
The introduction of the cock into her pussy, so warm and pulsing after the hard feel of the vibrator was so wonderful. Her pussy, still sensitive following her orgasm was buzzed by a thousand little sparkles of sheer teasing delight. As Arabella's hand cupped her breast and pinched at her nipple Natalie came again.