"Clive can fuck me," she announced. "And Vincent, I will suck your cock."
Both men attended her readily, one cock slipping easily up into her pussy and the other offering its great head close to her mouth.
"Slow and sweet today I think," she murmured softly and closed her mouth over the glans of the erect cock.
Tantalisingly slowly the cock moved back and forth in her pussy, Arabella sucked equally as slowly on the cock in her mouth. With her free hand she motioned to the others and gripped an erect cock as it positioned itself for her. She worked with the three cocks, fondling sucking and gripping with her internal muscles as she mewed contentedly.
Two men came almost at the same time, sperm jetting into her mouth and her pussy. Her other hand worked to wank the third man and she moaned aloud as his thick seed jetted onto her arm and wrist.
Arabella sat up slowly, addressed her comment to the servant that had shot his seed over her arm. Her tone was level and calm but the sinister meaning was all too apparent.
"For that my dear boy, you will suffer."
The short journey on the underground had been every bit as thrilling for Amey as that on the bus. She was deeply enjoying her schoolgirl roll and had to admit that she felt good in the little uniform. She had squatted on the platform, pretending to search in her satchel. She had bent and sat whilst waiting for the train, showing her neat little body at every opportunity.
One thing was certain Amey felt, men liked schoolgirls. Young and old alike the men had leered at her, some furtively and others quite openly but it was a different type of ogling from the normal. The image and youth, innocence and naivety seemed to appeal to men in a very different way. Older girls and women received admiring and of course sexually loaded lusting gazes, but in her uniform she had drawn deeper, more hungry and wonderfully exciting wanting leers.
On the train itself they had continued, looking at her breasts, positioning themselves to stand over her as she had sat to look down her blouse. Seating themselves so as to try to look up her skirt. Amey giggled as she thought of the pouting little smiles that she had given them. Deliberate looks of blissful ignorance as to their sexual motives.
She sat in the park now, her legs crossed to show her slim thighs almost up to her sodden panties. She had become so excited during the journey that the whole of her gusset was not just damp but soaked through with her juices.
The tall, elegant woman that walked toward her seemed to take as much interest in her as the men. The chauffeur by her side certainly had noticed but the woman's looks were doubly thrilling to Amey. A different kind of tingling sensations play in her pussy, a naughtier and more forbidden type of feeling.
"How simply divine!" The polished accent enthused as the two reached and stopped before Amey. "My dear! You look the picture of innocence itself."
Amey watched the woman's hungry expression, excitement flared in her eyes, it was an expression that equaled those of men, one of deep sexual longing. The lustful gaze roamed over her, slowly and deliberately so as to leave Amey in no doubt of her sexual longing for her.
"Don't you think, Clive," the woman sought confirmation from her chauffeur. "That the little slut is simply perfect?"
It took a few moments for it to register in Amey's brain.
"Arabella!"
"I though for a moment that you might never recognise me. One thing is certain little Amey, that you are to sit on my lap in the car – all the way to the manor."
Claire and Natalie had been entrusted with the task of writing the many invitation cards in preparation for the coming ball. They sat opposite each other at the desk in the study of the manor, naked and giggling.
It had been Natalie's idea and a little competition agreed between them had resulted. Both were seated on the lap of a naked servant, one beneath each girl. The men sat unmoving with their cocks up inside the girls' pussies.
"You wriggled your backside you cheat!" Natalie accused giggling.
Claire feigned innocence.
"I did not! Anyway you are using your internal muscles to try to get your man to come first. That wasn't in the rules."
"I am not," Natalie sang in a childish tone.
"You were too!" Claire responded laughing. "I can see the expressions on your face."
Natalie shrugged.
"Well, perhaps just a bit," she said seriously and the two girls exploded in a fit of giggling.
The laughter stopped and the writing resumed continuing for several minutes in complete silence. Natalie broke the quiet with her comment.
"My hand is shaking so much that they will never be able to read this."
Claire fell back against her servant, tears of laughter running down her cheeks, her slim body shaking as she enjoyed the quip. Her expression changed and she bit her bottom lip, her face flushed and her body tensing.
"You rotten bitch!" Natalie shouted laughing. "Yours has come hasn't he?"
Claire remained silent, her eyes widened and her expression changed again to one of deep satisfaction. Her voice rose to a high pitch and she smiled as she replied.
"Rather!"
They both laughed again, enjoying the light-hearted sex session before Natalie became silent. Her hands gripped the desk top and her eyes closed. She sat as though in meditation for a moment and then let out a long deep sigh.
"Mmmm," she moaned sensually. "So has mine now."
Claire watched her friend and allowed her to savour the wash of sperm being injected up inside her before speaking again.
"Mine came first though so I win."
"Did not! You cheated."
"So did you!"
A moment passed before Claire made the suggestion.
"I know, we'll have a second round to decide the winner. I'll cane your servant and you cane mine, the first of them to scream is the loser."
Natalie looked thoughtful.
"Tied up?"
"Naturally.
"Beaten hard and severely?"
"Is there any other way my dear Natalie?"
Again Natalie looked thoughtful and responded lightly.
"Okay, deal it is."
Madam had rushed Amey straight to her own bedroom, her excitement obvious to all including the male servant she had called in with them. Throughout the car journey Arabella's hands had roamed the little Amey's body, feeling her breasts and stroking her thighs. Madam had sighed a low and meaningful groan of pleasure when her fingers had stroked Amey's sweet little pussy for the first time.
Amey now was bent over touching her toes, the little uniform skirt lifted and rested bunched up on her back. Her panties had been removed and her little buttocks, so taut and firm offered themselves like fresh rounded peaches. The first lash of the cane stung hard but little Amey as unmoved and remained silent. The second blow swished down hard to thwack noisily on the delicate little bottom. The girl simply grunted and remained as she was, the bright red stripes showing brightly on her pale skin.
"You take the cane well you little bitch," Arabella said in a thick excited voice.
She swung the cane down again and again, her pussy jolted in spasm as each cruel lash landed.
"You will be mine," Arabella panted breathlessly. "My own personal property and unavailable to others."
She paused in the beating to run her hand over the tiny buttocks, her finger slipping into the wetness of Amey's sex.
"All mine," she moaned softly as she moved her finger around inside the girl. "So long I have waited for someone like you little Amey. You fill my desires and my fantasies, but now in reality."
At the wave of her free hand, Arabella beckoned the servant around to the front of Amey. His erect cock jutting out hard and close to the girl's mouth.
As Madam continued to finger the girl, Amey gripped the thick member and circled her fingers around it just below the head.