Arabella let out a groan of approval. The tiny hand and fingers around the thick cock made it appear ever larger than it was. Impossibly long and thick, seemingly too huge to fit into the tiny mouth of Amey.
"Suck it," Arabella commanded and increased the pace of her fingering.
She watched spellbound and excited as Amey's mouth stretched wide open to fit around the tip of the big bulbous head. The girl adjusted the angle of her head to accommodate the cock and slid slowly down on it. Arabella came, not a thunderous orgasm but a rippling and delightful one that was merely a prelude to a building torrent. Arabella withdrew her finger and sucked lovingly on the thick musky juices of the little girl, she watched the hungry mouth sliding up and down the huge shaft of the servants cock.
"Fuck her" Arabella commanded excitedly. "I want to see you fuck her."
The servant withdrew with some reluctance, he moved around to Amey's rear and positioned himself with he head of his cock at her pussy.
Madam looked on lovingly, the pert little bottom of the girl and the great bulk of the man and his cock seemed set to split the tiny little body in two. A thunderous surge passed through her as she nodded her consent.
Amey screamed a half-cry as the big cock pushed inside her. Her body lifted to try to straighten but a powerful male hand forced her back down. She sobbed in pained pleasure as he began thrusting up inside her. Amey's whole body was jarred and shaken as he lunged brutally into her, her frail little body battered by his great powerful bulk. She whimpered as the assault on her soft interior continued, her head jarred into nodding motion as the man battered against her little backside.
Madam came where she stood, the delightful scene before her simply too much to resist. She shuddered in orgasm as she watched the servant tense and then shoot up inside the squealing Amey. Wave after wave of terrific sensation tore through her, Arabella's body shook violently as she accepted the racking orgasm. Her knees buckled and she sunk to the floor murmuring softly.
"Amey, my very own little Amey."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The girls were gathered in the sun on the terrace and both Natalie and Claire had welcomed little Amey with genuine affection and pleasure. The talk of the morning between them was the beautiful bodies and huge cocks that the male servants possessed. Amey had been relating the previous nights experience when she had first sucked and then been fucked by one such cock. She sat wide-eyed listening to some of the stories the others told her. Of using the servants as they wished, of getting good hot sex whenever they wanted it and of abusing the servants as they saw fit.
Amey had a child-like innocence about her; not only in her looks but in her speech and mannerisms, it was easy to see why Madam had insisted on the schoolgirl look for her.
Arabella strode out of the house, her expression serious and a frown on her forehead and in her hand a letter. She slapped Amey's backside playfully as she passed her and sat down to join the others.
"Good news and bad news this morning girls," she announced in a slightly agitated fashion so rare in the usually confident Madam.
Arabella smiled across at Amey, her genuine pleasure beaming out momentarily from her gloom.
"Amey has agreed to be my personal slave," she said and paused. "This means that she is off-limits unless I am present."
The tone of her voice contained a warning that Claire and Natalie noted.
"The bad news now," Arabella referred to the letter she held. "Louise has refused my invitation."
The three girls were stunned, the sex-hungry and laugh-a-minute Louise was a popular girl and good friend to them, this was news of the very worst kind.
"Why?" Natalie asked.
Arabella sighed.
"I won't read the whole letter but basically she feels that she and I never saw eye-to-eye at school and there is no reason, in her thinking, why that should have changed. She in essence tells me to go fuck myself."
Claire laughed.
"Straight-talking Louise eh! Always to the point."
Arabella broke a smile.
"If only she knew, that I have eleven male servants to do exactly that for me. But the fact remains that she has refused and…"
"Could I try, talking to her – to persuade her I mean," Claire asked.
Arabella looked pensive and then cautioned.
"She would have to come willingly."
"She normally does!" Natalie quipped.
Her comment brightened the conversation with a round of laughter before Arabella spoke again.
"Very well you may try but she must plead allegiance to me first and that, sadly, I cannot see Louise doing."
Several moments of gloomy silence passed and then Madam took the lead. She raised her voice and smiled, clapping her hands together for emphasis.
"On to other business then," Arabella stated firmly. "Amey will come with me now to begin posturing training, Claire I will see you in the study in two hours to discuss costumes for the coming ball. "And Natalie," Arabella smiled broadly. "May amuse herself with the servants."
Delighted Natalie punched the air triumphantly.
"Look out cocks for here I come."
Arabella scolded her gently.
"Please my dear, a little deportment and restraint please. Our guests at the ball will expect to see well-trained and obedient girls under my care and such will not enhance my reputation one bit."
"Sorry," Natalie said as she stood, she hung her head in playful shame.
"Twenty lashes for you bitch," Arabella said sternly but her eyes portrayed her playfulness. "Later though."
"Oh goodie!" Natalie quipped and the meeting broke up on a light-hearted and positive note.
Long high-heeled boots added to her height and shaped her slender thighs. Tight black panties stretched tautly across her mons and the back string pulled harshly into the crease of her buttocks. Natalie's unpierced nipples stood out proud in erection and she tapped the crop again the side of her boot.
All of the servants were lined up the lawn facing her; two had semi-erect cocks and the others hung flaccid between their thighs.
"Press-ups!" Natalie commanded loudly. "Exercises, begin."
It was an erotic sight, eleven hunky men, all naked and down on their stomachs before her. Their tight buttocks pumping up and down in a mimicry of sexual activity. Natalie thrilled as she towered over them, her body aching its need for their attentions. Patience Arabella had told her to exercise, her own, staving off the burning desire to savour the moment for later. Natalie began to see what she had meant by her words. The slow and unhurried way she could command them, knowing that at time she could have any one or more of them in her. The waiting however, was better in a way, a teasing period of sheer sexual arousal and longing.
She halted them, their bodies pressed face down on the grass and buttocks sticking up tantalisingly. Natalie walked up and down the line strutting like a sergeant-major inspecting his troops. Her pussy was wet and clitoris gripping in excited little spasms, her nipples were hard as the blood pounded into them. At the end of the line she turned and paused, then stepped up onto the first man's back.
He grunted and tensed with the weight of her on him, her thin heels digging deeply and painfully into his flesh.
Natalie walked, stepping from one servant to the next in slow and unhurried strides. She received a jolt in her body with each cry of pain the men uttered and reveling in the cruelty she was exercising. As she stepped off the last man's back onto the grass once more she barked the command.
"On your hands and knees – now!"
Slowly she walked down the line of presented buttocks landing savage lash of the crop on each man's buttocks in turn. When she reached the end of the line she turned and repeated the beating in the reverse order. Three times in all she walked back and forth lashing out to give pain to the bowed men.