"Try them and choose one – you can't sleep alone here – why, I should never forgive myself for such inhospitable behaviour," Arabella grinned.
She cupped one servants balls in her hand and weighted them lightly.
"Come on!" She urged sternly. "Have a feel and make your choice."
Her pussy gripping in little light flutters, Claire moved behind the bending men and slid her hand beneath the balls of the first one. She gasped at the waves of sensation it produced in her. Arabella gripped Claire's pyjama bottoms and slid them down with not a hint of protest from the girl.
"Feel the other one then," Arabella directed and pulled the top up over Claire's head to leave her stark naked.
This one," Claire's excited voice quavered as she teased at the second man's balls.
"Excellent choice, my dear," Arabella said gleefully. "Now kneel on the bed, Claire."
With heart beating fast and pussy moist, Claire complied. On all fours she positioned herself with back arched and buttocks high. She trembled in delight as the servant moved in between her parted legs and pressed his cock flat against the crease of her buttocks. His big hands gripped her hips and pulled her hard back against him.
Under Arabella's direction the second servant positioned himself on the bed in front of Claire with his long cock level with her head.
"But I've never…" Claire protested weakly.
"What? Sucked cock?" Arabella asked with casual ease. "Nothing to it. Just get it in you mouth for starters and take it from there."
Hesitantly Claire opened her mouth as the huge head of his cock moved inward. She closed her eyes and shivered involuntarily as the first contact was made. It felt as though her mouth would split open as he pushed gently inside her warm cavern.
It was warm, hot even and throbbing in excitement, his cock felt so very big in her mouth yet so wonderful. Claire relaxed and took more of it into her, Arabella' soft coaxing voice eased the passage of the huge member into her mouth and Claire was grateful for her guidance.
He began to move, a slow and gentle fucking of her mouth. The long thick rod sliding back and forth between her soft inviting lips.
So pleasant now did it feel that Claire began sucking and using her tongue, the pounding excitement inside her building rapidly. She gasped and almost came as the man behind shifted his hips to locate the head of his cock at the entrance to her open pussy and then pushed in.
The incredible feel and thrill of two men at once was beyond description. Claire sucked harder and more greedily as the cock moved up inside her pussy to fill her completely. She felt a whore, a loose woman who would have any cock she could and the best part was, that she didn't give a damn. Claire mewed contentedly and pressed back against his hips as the cock began driving hard into her from behind. Wild pulses of sensation and pleasure filled her, her need was urgent and her responses frantic. So enthusiastic was her sucking and fucking that she didn't hear Arabella wish her goodnight and leave the room closing the door quietly behind her.
CHAPTER THREE
Claire had risen early, showered and dressed she stood on the patio looking out once again over the stunning panorama of the estate. Her pussy felt a little sore and her nipples were still tender from the two servant's eager attentions during the night.
In just one day and night Claire had experienced more sex than she had had in nearly a year and far better sex than she had ever had. To have two such good-looking men laying by her side, their hands roaming her freely and taking her as they wished in an alternating system of virtually continuous sex. She felt so desirable and wanted, so sexually alive it almost hurt. Claire stretched lazily and turned back to the house.
She stopped in her tracks, stunned into immovable silence at the sight before her. The tall Arabella stood arrogantly, her feet planted wide and in her hand an evil-looking riding crop. Her black hair had been styled to hug closely to the sides of her head and cheeks, bright red lipstick and heavy mascara gave her a menacing yet sensual appearance. It was her clothing though that increased the sinister look of the tall Madam. A tight leather suit clung to her body like a second skin, pulling harshly across the swell of her breasts and down over the mound of her mons. So tight was the suit that is seemed that Arabella's body had been painted to leave just her face and hands showing as bare flesh.
"Strip," Arabella growled menacingly.
It took a moment for Claire to respond, the shock of seeing Arabella dressed so had thrown her completely in her thoughts. There was confusion, conflict even, in her brain as she pulled her sweatshirt up over her head and slipped down her jeans.
Arabella looked so commanding and confident, so sensual and so bloody attractive. Why? Claire asked herself as she threw her bra aside, should she feel aroused at the sight of another woman?
Her panties discarded, Claire stood naked and unashamed before her tall friend. A ripple of nervousness gripped her, for Arabella's expression remained severe her stare harsh and uncompromising.
Arabella moved, her long slim legs seemingly endless as the tight leather hugged close around them. She circled Claire menacingly, inspecting her closely in an unnerving silence. The crop rested lightly on the top of Claire's right shoulder to sent a shiver of fear running through the girl's body.
"When I give you a command," Arabella said in a low voice close to Claire's ear. "You will obey and you will obey quickly. Do you understand bitch?"
Claire gasped. 'Bitch!' To be insulted so felt so good, demeaning and humiliating but so very exciting.
"Yes," she uttered softly.
Claire yelped as the crop stung her buttock, her hand instinctively clamped over the affected area to soothe and protect.
"Madam!" Arabella hissed venomously. "You will call me Madam!"
Claire swallowed hard. Fear ran through her body yet her clitoris jerked in response to add to the confusion in her mind.
"Yes," Madam."
"Louder!" Arabella screamed. "And keep your hands by your sides."
Instantly Claire moved her hands to stand rigid and motionless.
"Yes, Madam," she almost shouted."
Again Arabella circled her menacingly, her look was one of distaste and displeasure with the girl.
"So. You want to learn do you bitch?"
"Yes," Claire said nervously and screamed as the crop stung harshly at the outside of her thigh.
"Madam!" Arabella screamed angrily. "Madam! You will call me Madam!"
"Sorry! Sorry, Madam," Claire uttered quickly with tears forming in her eyes.
The tone softened to a velvety coaxing but containing a harsh threat..
"I will teach you bitch and you will learn or suffer the consequences you most certainly will."
"Yes, Madam," Claire said quickly and loudly.
She tensed as the tip of the riding crop touched beneath her buttocks and slid gently between her thighs to tease at her labia.
"Was your hungry little pussy well fucked last night bitch?"
"Yes Madam."
The crop pulled rapidly away from her and Claire flinched in anticipation of the blow that she expected to land on her.
"Clive!" Arabella yelled loudly. "Assemble the servant's immediately."
Arabella turned again to face the trembling Claire.
"And whom?" She demanded. "Gave you permission to sleep with my servants?"
Claire looked at her quizzically.
"But you did…Madam!"
"Liar!" Arabella screamed loudly, her face close to Claire's and spittle spraying out in her anger.
The servant's came out onto the terrace and formed a single line facing Claire. All were naked as was usual and black bow ties around their throats.
"This bitch" Arabella announced loudly to the servants. "This worthless slut, has the audacity to call your mistress a liar!"
"No!" Claire protested tearfully. "I didn't mean that!"