"What?" She squealed in surprise. "You actually…have sex with him?"
Arabella smiled broadly and nodded.
"All eleven of them actually."
A casual wave of her hand brought Vincent the servant to her side. Arabella raised her hand to rest his thick cock lightly in the palm of her hand. Her slim, delicate fingers closed around its girth and kneaded the huge member casually.
"Vincent," Arabella said casually as she caressed him. "Is one of my favourites, he does so respond to a good blow-job. Don't you Vincent."
"Yes, Madam," he replied dutifully.
Claire sat spellbound, watching intently as the huge cock twitched and rose in hardness under the gentle coaxing of Arabella's hand.
"Like to try it?" Arabella asked casually as though offering a biscuit.
Claire flushed and shook her head. Her insides were taut with tension, she wanted so very badly to be doing exactly that but her sheltered upbringing and strict social code were too deeply ingrained in her.
His cock was fully hard now; the foreskin pulled back tightly and seemingly painfully along the thick shaft, the velvety head rounded and full seemed to pulse its excitement.
"Mind if I do?" Arabella asked politely and glanced at Claire for confirmation.
Claire simply nodded and watched in amazement as Arabella closed her soft lips over his bulbous glans and slid her mouth far down onto the thick cock.
Mewing her contentment, Arabella sucked and moved her head on him, her cheeks pumping in a steady rhythm of pure sexual greed.
Great stabbing sensations in her vulva brought Claire close to her peak as she watched the erotic act, her gaze flicking up on occasions to see the delight etched on the servant's face. Every nerve end in her body cried out to be in Arabella's place, she cursed herself for being so hesitant and reserved. She gave a stifled gasp as the man came to orgasm, shooting his seed deep into Arabella mouth and groaning loudly as she sucked hard to drain him.
Arabella, sat back smiling, her lips coated with a smear of his seed, she wiped them clean with a tissue and looked across at Claire.
"You haven't changed have you?" She stated kindly. "Still the prim and proper Claire that I knew at school. You are here for the whole weekend, perhaps after a little while you might loosen up a bit."
A guided tour of the house followed, it was truly enormous Claire thought. An indoor swimming pool to the rear side of the house built within a huge glass conservatory complete with sauna and small gymnasium. Games room, study, lounge and dining room all made up the ground floor. Upstairs was equally grand with many large bedrooms all en-suite with lavishly decorated bathrooms and accessed by the maze of corridors that ran the length of the house.
The two women rested now in the comfort of the lounge, Arabella lounging back casually with her feet up and resting lazily on the coffee table between them.
"You aren't getting any are you?" Arabella stated firmly to break the silence.
"Sex you mean?" Claire asked and shook her head slowly.
"Problems?" Arabella probed gently.
Claire flushed and shifted a little uncomfortably.
"Some," she said simply.
Arabella's irresistible smile broke, infectious as always it lightened the gloom.
"Use the servants, you are female and to them a mistress – order them to whatever you want and they will obey."
That surge of thrill passed through her again, Claire desperately wanted to agree but still that in-built reserve was holding her back.
"Me! I couldn't – really I couldn't," she protested weakly.
"Why not?" Arabella demanded icily.
Claire was thrown momentarily by the harsh tone of her friend's voice.
"I don't really know – just not me really I suppose."
Arabella's tone was softer and coaxing, warm and sympathetic toward her hesitant friend.
"You want a good cock – a damned good shag don't you?"
A little shocked at Arabella's choice of words, Claire agreed.
"Yes of course but…well…"
"Guilt at being the unfaithful wife eh?"
"No!" Claire responded firmly and then softened her tone. "No, that's not it. I just feel that it should be private and you know…more loving than the way you did it earlier."
"Prudish then."
"Perhaps, but I couldn't bring myself to tell them to do it."
"Would you like me to tell them for you?"
Claire at silently, the thought of that muscular youth lying on top of her, his powerful hips forcing her thighs apart driving his big cock hard into her pussy made her shiver.
"Well…"
"That's settled then!" Arabella clapped her hands in finality and stood up.
"I'll leave you to freshen up and unpack before lunch – that will be on the patio at about twelve – then we can look around the grounds together."
The third turning left along the long corridor, Claire recited to herself as she made her way to what was her bedroom for the weekend. The maze of turnings off made finding her room all the more confusing because of the identical look all of the many doors.
It was so sudden, she didn't even have time to scream. The hand came around from behind to clamp hard over her mouth, the air crushed from her lungs as a strong arm pulled at her waist to pin her slight body back onto his. Claire was propelled forward at mind-blurring pace, her feet clear of the floor she was carried hurriedly into one of the rooms. A powerful hand clamped onto the back of her neck to force her face down on the bed and to push her face deep into the soft quilt. Her legs flailed uselessly against the powerful man as her blouse was roughly ripped from her body, the knee pressing down in the small of her back forced most of the fight from her.
She winced as her bra strap was brutally torn from her body to bare her back, she murmured into the bedclothes as her skirt was flipped up and her thin panties ripped unceremoniously from her body.
Claire froze as she felt the head of a cock nudging between the tops of her thighs. The knee was removed, the hand on her neck moved down to press hard in the centre of her shoulder blades. She let out a great gasp as the big cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy and pushed up inside her.
Wonderfully hard and warm, filling her so completely and stretching her little used pussy lips tightly around its great girth the feel of the cock thrilled her. As it began a steady pumping into her soft interior Claire moaned in delight. It felt so wonderfully welcome and horny. Gone was the guilt for she hadn't asked for this but knew that she needed it so badly. Her hands bunched into tight fists, gripping at the quilt as the sensations washed over her. Hard and brutally he rammed into her, jerking his hips on the inward strokes to force every last inch of his cock into her.
It was a high, a charge like no other, to be raped, had against her will and fucked so very savagely into the bargain. Claire moaned her pleasure, moving her buttocks gratefully upward to meet his pounding hips.
Great waves of exquisite sensation tore through her, her head felt light and her mind distant. Bolts of electric stabbing pleasure tore at her insides and then she came. Her little voice cried out, her back arched and she shuddered with each jolt of pleasure that shook her body. Claire gasped as his wash of sperm warm and powerful shot up deep inside her body and then she slumped sated into the thick quilt.
In the misty stupor of post-orgasmic bliss it was Arabella's voice that she heard from somewhere seemingly far away.
"Cock at last eh? Don't forget now – lunch is at twelve."
Claire rested her head and allowed the blackness to envelope her.
Sitting at the little table on the terrace in the bright sunshine Claire looked out over the distant hills. She felt complete, better than she had in months. Her body seemed to glow and radiate her happiness, she felt like smiling and did so broadly. She wore jeans and ankle-boots, a baggy sweatshirt in pale cream and her hair tried back in a ponytail. Bathed and rested, she felt ready to take on the world, a whole new confidence bubbling away inside her.