Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires
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Annabelle was walking the perimeter of the room, running her hands over the smooth wood of the bench and the cross, trailing her fingers through the tails of the floggers.
Sophie watched her, her nipples so hard, completely visible through the silk nightie. The soft material sliding across them was turning her on even more.
“So you’re into all of this, are you?” Annabelle asked.
Sophie bit her lip and shrugged, deciding to be completely honest. “I’d like to be, but so far I haven’t found anyone who is willing to take control of me.”
“So this is all virgin equipment?” Annabelle asked, taking down a small paddle and testing it on her hand.
“Almost,” Sophie confessed.
“Almost?” Annabelle echoed. “Have you been a naughty girl, Sophie? Have you been playing with yourself?” She came towards her, spanking the paddle onto the palm of her hand.
Sophie backed up against the door. “I only used the flogger,” she almost whispered as Annabelle looked at her.
“The flogger? Nice choice. And what did you flog? Your bum? Your breasts?”
“No, my pussy,” Sophie gulped, the offending part pulsing between her legs as her juices ran freely now, not caring if Annabelle could see the wet on her thighs.
“Oh Sophie, you bad, bad girl. Your pussy?” Annabelle ran her fingers over Sophie’s breast, pinching her erect nipple through the silk, making her moan. “Did you enjoy it? Did you make yourself come?”
Sophie could only nod as Annabelle slid the paddle between her thighs, forcing them apart as wide as she could. She pulled up her slip, exposing her cunt, and without warning delivered two sharp slaps to Sophie’s inner thighs.
“Ow,” she squealed, taken by surprise.
“Tut, tut,” Annabelle scolded. “That was nothing. I can’t have you squealing already.”
With that, Annabelle pulled her over to the wall and fastened her wrists to the ropes hanging from the ceiling until she was suspended on her toes.
“I need to see that wet little pussy,” she said, and in one move she pulled up Sophie’s slip and secured it over her head, leaving her blindfolded and exposed. “Now spread your legs.”
Sophie did as she was told, shaking with a carnal need that she had never experienced before. She was desperate for Annabelle to spank her.
Annabelle started with several light slaps to her thighs, moving higher and then without warning, delivered a sharp slap directly onto her swollen labia.
Sophie screamed and moaned, the pain and pleasure a heady mix of sensation through her pussy. She wanted more, tilting her pelvis blindly towards Annabelle’s paddle.
Annabelle span her on the ropes until she was pressed against the wall, and then delivered a flurry of spanks across her soft white buttocks. Sophie felt the heat spread through her and imagined her flesh turning a delicate shade of pink. Annabelle hit her harder, turning up the heat on her skin. Sophie wondered if Annabelle was wet as she kept her dangling on the ropes, her virgin arse so pretty with the marks of the paddle.
“I want to fuck you,” Annabelle said. “I’m going to fuck your arse with a big dildo while I flog your pussy and you’re going to beg me to do it.”
“Yes, miss,” Sophie moaned, her bum throbbing and warm.
Annabelle ran her cool fingers over the marks, making Sophie squirm, which only earned her another spank.
Annabelle undid the ropes and pulled Sophie by her hair over to the day bed, throwing her down on her back. She pulled her nightie off, leaving her completely naked. Sophie felt exposed and vulnerable and she liked it.
“Put your legs in the air and don’t move,” she commanded, and Sophie did as she was told, raising her legs as high as she could, revelling in the fact that she was completely open to Annabelle’s gaze.
Annabelle searched through the selection of butt plugs until she found the perfect one. Titanium with leather tassels. She liked her girls to have a tail. Leather ankle and wrist restraints completed the look and she wondered if she should go with a ball gag. She looked at Sophie and decided she wanted to hear her scream and moan this first time. She had a feeling she was an anal virgin and she’d need to gauge how far she could push her. She didn’t want to scare her off too soon.
She placed the items next to Sophie on the bed and slipped off her dress to reveal a black thong and a demi cup bra which showed off her big pink nipples. Sophie moaned and Annabelle straddled her face in order to fasten the wrist restraints. She slowly rubbed her mound over Sophie’s face, letting her smell the musky scent of her pussy.
Sophie tried to lick her, her nose nuzzling against her lips through the thin material, grazing her clit and Annabelle reached around and slapped her pussy.
“You don’t touch me unless I tell you,” she said, snapping the restraints shut, pulling her arms straight up behind her head.
Sophie nodded.
“Yes, Mistress,” Annabelle barked. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sophie moaned as Annabelle turned around to fasten her ankles too.
“You look very pretty all tied up for me,” Annabelle said. “But there’s something missing.” She held up the shiny butt plug. “I think this will finish off the look perfectly.”
Sophie struggled as she saw the plug.
“Has anyone ever taken your arse?”
Sophie shook her head, a look of fear on her face.
Annabelle poured a generous amount of lube over the tip of the plug and teased it across Sophie’s tight pucker. It was cold and thick and Sophie tensed her body.
“I’m going to be the first then,” Annabelle said. “Relax or I’ll have to punish you some more.”
Sophie squirmed away from the plug and Annabelle shook her head. With a flourish she produced the mini flogger and delivered five blows across her wet flesh, making Sophie gasp and stretch her legs as wide as the restraints would let her. Annabelle flogged her tits for good measure then squeezed lube across Sophie’s arsehole, working it in with a slim finger as she bucked and squealed beneath her. Annabelle slid another finger inside her, stretching the virgin hole until the tip of the plug could be easily accommodated. Applying a little pressure and a lot of lube, Annabelle pushed the plug a little deeper into Sophie, waiting as she got used to the intrusion.
“Please, no,” Sophie said, trying to pull back, “it stings!”
“But it’s good, Sophie, admit it. You like it, don’t you?”
As she spoke Annabelle pushed a little harder, slipping a finger into Sophie’s pussy to relax her then pushing deeper again as she felt her arse relax around the slim plug.
“Oh, oh, oh, God,” Sophie murmured as her arse swallowed the bulbous end of the plug, leaving nothing but the flared base and tails visible.
“Good girl,” Annabelle crooned, wiggling the plug inside her willing victim. “I think you deserve a little treat for taking all of that.”
Annabelle dipped her head and buried her face in Sophie’s pussy, lapping her sticky juices. She circled her clit with her tongue and slipped two fingers inside her, stroking her as she finger-fucked her.
Sophie threw her head back and bucked up against Annabelle, who immediately stopped and pulled out of her, leaving Sophie desperate and babbling.
“You don’t get to come until I say. And I’m not going to let you come for a long time. There’s a lot I want to do with you first.”
With that she spread Sophie’s legs again and brought the flogger down over and over across the delicate flesh. She loved to hear the hiss of Sophie’s breath and the squeal with every stroke. She brought the flogger up and over her own nipples between strokes to Sophie’s quickly reddening pussy, revelling in the bite of the leather across her breasts, marking her tits to match Sophie’s cunt.
Sophie lay back and let her orgasm build. Letting someone beat her was everything that she had imagined it would be and more. The tails were catching her clit and teasing her lips and she was so close, but Annabe
lle managed to keep her hovering on the brink of ecstasy. It was driving her crazy.
Suddenly, Annabelle stood up and wandered over to the basket of toys. Sophie moaned and wriggled. Her arse was full but her pussy was empty and she was so desperate to come.
“Quiet,” Annabelle said, a wicked glint in her eye.
She picked up a large wand and plugged it in, switching it to a low level. Sophie’s eyes widened, knowing that Annabelle was going to torture her with it and she didn’t know if she could stop herself from coming. She was a slave to having her clit teased and along with the sensation of the plug in her arse she was already right on the edge.
Annabelle pulled her by the ankles, stretching her arms further and spreading her legs to the maximum. Then with a smirk, she pressed the head of the wand onto her clit and held it there.
“Oh fuck!” Sophie almost screamed, her whole body convulsing under the onslaught of the vibrations.
“Don’t you dare come, you little slut,” Annabelle warned, turning up the power until Sophie was trembling.
She squeezed her eyes tight shut, desperate to do as she was told, but at the same time desperate to be punished too. As if sensing her disobedience, Annabelle removed the wand and stood up, quickly removing her knickers and pressing the toy against her own clit. She stood astride Sophie’s face giving her a perfect view of her tight little cunt as she pleasured herself.
“I want to fuck you,” she said, looking down at Sophie, tied and helpless beneath her.
“Yes please, Mistress,” Sophie said, her need to be filled and to come consuming her completely.
Annabelle picked out a huge dildo from the box, along with a thick double-ended toy and came and knelt beside Sophie. She brandished the wand again and teased her heated flesh with it, touching her clit then sliding the fat head against her lips.
Sophie’s head dropped back and she begged Annabelle to fuck her. Annabelle unlocked one of the wrist restraints and placed the wand in Sophie’s hand, directing her to hold it tight against her clit while she slicked the toys with lube until they glistened as wetly as Sophie’s cunt.
Then with a flourish Annabelle grabbed Sophie’s ankles and plunged the thick dildo between her slick pout, working it in and out, watching its bulbous head stretch Sophie wide. The tails on the butt plug twitched as Sophie rocked her hips upwards, wanting more of it inside her. She had never been so full, her arse and her pussy at the same time, her clit pulsing under the relentless vibrations of the wand and she could feel her orgasm building again.
Annabelle removed the thick cock and discarded it as Sophie screamed with frustration.
“Mistress, please, don’t tease me anymore. I need you to make me come. I need to watch you come.”
Sophie struggled against the remaining wrist restraint, trying to reach Annabelle. She was rewarded with a swift slap on each buttock with a flat wooden paddle Annabelle had hidden behind her. It only served to make her more desperate.
Annabelle picked up the heavy double-ended toy, and, spreading herself wide with her fingers, she slowly inserted one end until it was buried to the hilt, a gaudy purple cock protruding from her cunt. Then, with a grunt of satisfaction, she positioned the tip at Sophie’s entrance. With a thrust of her hips she was inside her, her clit resting on the head of the wand as they slammed together. Annabelle gripped Sophie’s legs as they fucked each other, reaching around to twirl the plug inside her arse, pulling it out as she slid her cock in.
Unable to control her desire for the helpless girl beneath her, Annabelle plunged into her over and over until she was on the brink of orgasm.
“Now you can come,” she said, “come for me you naughty little slut, let me feel your pussy clutching my cock.”
Her words tipped Sophie over the edge and she did as her Mistress demanded, her orgasm shaking her whole body, over and over as she gave in to every sensation that rolled through her.
Annabelle closed her eyes and gave into her own release, pinching her nipples hard as she came, leaning breathlessly against Sophie’s aching legs.
As they caught their breath, Annabelle pulled the dildo out of both of them and gently eased the plug out of Sophie’s arse.
She moaned as her body released the intrusions and as Annabelle unbuckled her restraints, she rubbed her legs to get her blood circulating again. Annabelle lay down next to her and Sophie curled her body into hers, craving the warmth of skin on skin, reaching her arm around her. Annabelle wrapped her in the blanket that covered the bed, kissing her neck and shoulders and holding her tightly to her. Sophie listened to the beat of her heart and closed her eyes, exhausted, sated, her abused body tingling. Annabelle trailed her fingers across her skin, following them with kisses.
*****
Sophie woke a little later and stretched her aching body. Annabelle was already awake and smiling at her.
“I think you and I have more in common than I first thought,” Annabelle said. “I thought you were avoiding me because you found me bossy and overbearing.”
“I sort of was,” Sophie admitted, “but because I liked it, not because it annoyed me.”
“Well,” Annabelle laughed, “all the security for the apartment is covered now, so all we need to do is look at how often I can secure you in here.”
“Oh, I can answer that straight away,” Sophie said. “I think we should be very strict with security and monitor things at least once a day.”
Annabelle laughed again as she traced the pink marks on Sophie’s breasts, watching as her nipples stood to attention immediately.
“I think we can manage that, Miss Barnes-Lovett. In fact I think I’m going to really enjoy this job.”
Sophie pressed her lips to Annabelle’s. “Maybe you can show me again just how bossy and overbearing you can be?”
“Bossy and overbearing? Really? I think someone needs to learn a little respect.” Annabelle raised an eyebrow at Sophie.
“I think you need to teach me a lesson, Mistress.”
“By the time I’m finished with you this afternoon, you won’t be in any doubt as to who’s in charge here.”
As she spoke, Annabelle got up and with a flourish picked up a large wooden paddle from the stand in the corner. She smiled a wicked smile at Sophie and indicated that she should get up.
Sophie stood, her legs shaky.
“Bend over the bench, Sophie. I’m going to punish you for keeping this a secret from me for so long. You don’t keep secrets from your Mistress. Do you understand?”
Sophie nodded and Annabelle brought the paddle down across her arse.
“I want to hear you say it. That will be five spanks for forgetting. I want you to count. Do you understand?”
Sophie smiled, her body trembling with the anticipation of the beating. She had finally found someone who understood what she wanted.
“Yes, Mistress.”
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Lexie lives with her two daughters on the south coast of England, and spends her days working in accounts. She loves the adrenaline rush of the unexpected, craves peace to write every day, likes to lose herself in the realms of fantasy and has a thing for smells that take her back to her childhood. She started writing to immerse herself in a world where women are adored and men fall at their feet but it didn’t take long before she realised that sometimes men do that so you can stomp all over them in your sexy stiletto boots. Ever since then she’s been creating stories that stay true to her original romantic dream while exploring the erotic, the kinky and the downright filthy.
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The Chase
Kay Jaybee
Picking his way through London’s slumbering homeless, Cameron spotted her on his third sweep of the tunnel.
The girl wasn’t asleep. She wasn’t even pretending to be. Her red hair, lank and in need of a wash, hung around her shoulders. Already he could picture it clean and cut into a sharp bob around her ears, making the most of the green eyes that were currently staring at the arched brick roof above what must once have been the pride of Victorian Britain.
The first words he said were important. They made all the difference between him sounding like a pimp hunting for girls, and a man looking for a potential business assistant. Experience told Cameron the only approach that would work here would be a combination of honesty and good timing.
“Hello.”
“What do you want?” The young woman tucked her hair behind her ears and rested up on her elbows, already suspicious.
“I have three questions for you. How badly do you want to get out of here, do you have an open mind, and can you run?”
*****
Hovering anxiously at the edge of the wood, Mia wasn’t sure if it was the promise of a hot bath, or the offer for a job with accommodation that had made her trust her instincts and go with Cameron.
It had to have been the bath, because she hadn’t believed the job would exist. Although, as the previous day looking around the opulent offices of Richards Computing Company had proved, Mia had been wrong about that.
As they’d travelled through the street light illuminated city to his home, Mia had made her plans. She’d get clean, maybe have a decent meal, and then when the coast was clear, make a hasty exit. And if he wanted a little payment...well, Mr Cameron Chesterfield was a rich, handsome man. Paying him in kind wouldn’t exactly have been a chore. In fact, it would be good to feel a man against her naked flesh again.