"Like to see more of them?"
He swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes wide in excitement.
"Ask me," she breathed excitedly. "Ask me and I will."
"Show me more," he said in a thick voice.
"Please, you have to say please and tell me what you want."
"Please," he panted. "Please show me your knickers."
Her little hands were trembling as she gripped the hem of her skirt at the front and slowly pulled the skirt up to her waist. She stood brazenly whilst his hungry eyes took-in the slim upper thighs, the little hips and the way her panties pulled tightly across the mound of her pussy. Amey turned and lifted the back to show her per little bottom and the way the thin white material pulled across the firm flesh to follow every contour.
She turned back to face him and hooked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties. Amey paused there, the wild thumping in her chest and throat rendering her unable to speak. She looked at him, her smouldering eyes transmitting all her sexual need and longing. At the rapid nodding of his head she began to slide them down over her hips and thighs, the dark bush of her pubic hair standing out dark against her creamy white thighs. Amey dropped the panties to the floor and stepped out of them, tossing them casually onto the bed.
He moved instantly, gabbing the panties and putting them to his nose, he grunted in delight as he sniffed heavily. Both his hands crushed the flimsy material to his face as he muttered his delight.
A thunderous bolt of sensation shot through her at his act, to see a man sniffing her scent was so erotic. She moved, climbed on the bed and lay back parting her knees. Amey drew her knees up to offer herself open and exposed. It felt so good, to control him with just her body and a few words. To have him comply, willingly and desperately simply to be able to view her firm young flesh. The look of delight on his face and the hard bulge in his trousers simply added to her deep excitement. Her pussy was wet, this she knew, her coral-pink inner lips would be glistening in her arousal and in turn arousing him further. He would be wanting, wishing and praying perhaps to be able to touch or sniff her sex. The feelings rushing through her became stronger and more wonderful by the second. She felt wanton and a slut but she didn't care one bit, the pulsing in her clitoris and pussy were simply too good to want to stop.
"You can watch but not touch," she said softly.
He stood at the end of the bed, his eyes fixed firmly between her open thighs. His look was hungry and longing, a film of perspiration coated his forehead and his face was flushed bright red.
"Show me yours," she said throatily and gripped her pussy with her right hand.
The man gasped aloud as she touched herself and watched her slim fingers stroking idly at her open pussy.
He fumbled clumsily with his fly and with some difficulty ease his stiff cock out.
Amey held his stare as she rubbed herself.
"No touching," she murmured sexily. "Yourself yes, but not me."
She groaned in pleasure as he gripped his cock in his hand and watched in fascination as he began to slide his hand back and forth along his cock. Amey rubbed her clitoris as she watched his foreskin roll first over to cover the rounded head and then back along the shaft. In slow and deliberate movements he wanked himself as he in turn watched her.
Her hand rubbed fast, swirling her hard bud around in little circles of drumming pleasure. She was building fast, the pounding sensations coming to her faster and faster.
"Sniff it," she panted breathlessly. "Sniff my pussy.
He hesitated and then knelt on the bed, one hand supported himself and the other resumed the grip on his cock. His head lowered close to her open pussy and then he began sniffing loudly.
It was such a high for that she almost came, she paused in her rubbing breathed deeply so as to delay the moment a little longer. Her body was afire with hot burning need, older he may be but she needed his cock – any cock up inside her.
"Fuck me," she moaned softly.
She started in surprise as the thick globules of his sperm splashed against the undersides of her buttocks in warm little spurts.
He was groaning and wanking his cock to finish himself as he sniffed continually.
Deep disappointment filled her, she had been robbed of a stiff cock inside her and was livid at his premature ejaculation. Amey grasped his hair with both hands and forced his face down onto her wet pussy.
She ground her hips to press her pussy hard onto him and began to wail as his tongue slipped into her warm, wet interior. His top lip rested hard against her clitoris as he tried to get as much of his tongue up inside her as he could. It circled inside her, curling to explore and to taste her fresh young interior, brushing the sides and delving deep toward her cervix. One of his thick stubby fingers stroked at her anus and she tensed in delight. It hovered tantalisingly over the rosy little opening and then began to press inward.
Amey screamed loudly, her hips bucked up high, her hands pulled hard on his hair as the sensations ripped through her. Up the finger drove, spurred on by wild excitement and heated sexual passion to stretch her little tunnel. Her buttocks clenched and her body locked rigid in orgasm. She wailed her pleasure as she came and then slumped back onto the bed cooing softly in satisfaction.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Natalie was kneeling on Madam's bed her arms outstretched to the front and sides with soft red cords binding them to the bed-head. Her ankles were bound; the cords stretching back to the bottom legs of the huge bed and cords around one knee passed under the bed and up to the other to ensure her helplessness.
She screamed as the wide leather strap slapped hard across her raised buttocks to burn deeply into her soft flesh. The hand that administered the lash was obviously experienced in the use of the strap and wielded it with devastating effect. Five more hard lashes stung at the girl before Arabella paused.
"Quite a performance you put on today, slut."
Natalie grunted a reluctant 'thank you Mistress' through gritted teeth.
"You are wrong on one very important point though you little whore. Your body – and all of its orifices are there to be used as and when I wish."
"Not my backside, " Natalie uttered.
She screamed as the strap hit her backside, the end whipping around the curve to sting cruelly at her open pussy.
"All orifices," Arabella restated firmly.
"No," was the simply answer."
Two more stinging lashes with the strap bit at her body to draw pained wailing from the trembling Natalie.
"Yes! Tell me yes."
Natalie shook her head and steeled herself. Her head threw back and she gulped in air as the strap lashed savagely across her back. The pain was incredible, burning sting that seemed to seep down into her very soul.
"Yes."
"No!"
Thwack. The sequence went on, first demand and then refusal followed by the slap of the strap against flesh. Twenty three times the strap landed on Natalie's body before she at last relented and nodded her head sobbing loudly.
Arabella ran her hand over the curve of Natalie's buttocks, trailing her finger down the crease between them to rest threateningly over the entrance of her anus.
"You are a defiant little bitch Natalie, I remember you were at school too. You must however learn here that to defy me brings pain and you have defied me many times tonight – twenty-three times to be precise."
Natalie gave a deep groan. From the corner of her eye she could see Madam exchanging the strap for a wickedly thin cane and began rapidly to mumble her apologies.
At first there was nothing, she waited, her body tensed to feel the lash of the cane but it didn't arrive.
The cold feel of the gel was her first indication, it touched against her anus to send little shivers of fear running through her. The thick rubber plug pushed in and up, squeeze her buttocks as she might Natalie couldn't prevent its intrusion. She sobbed her misery as the plug pushed up and in, sliding over the gel to give her a feeling of fullness inside her. Thin little straps were secured around her upper thighs to hold the plug in place and she sobbed softly in humiliation and discomfort.