‘It’s the eyes,’ I say. ‘Or maybe the shoulders.’
‘He is certainly a prize. Have you thought about what kind of a cock he has?’
In the few conversations I’ve had with her it is clear that neither of us ever has any intention of mincing our words. It’s just not our style and it would be a pointless façade. I think there is an unsaid competition to try to shock each other, to be more blatant and worldly-wise than the other. Being the coolest chick of the bunch gets people jumping for you and has the clients eating out of your hand. So I don’t want her to think she can faze me by so openly discussing the private parts of our fellow guests. I’ve got to be all over this cock-thinking situation. One-upmanship is always the name of the game between cheetahs. It’s how we survive.
‘Of course I have,’ I reply, with little batting of eyelids. ‘Long and smooth and with a nice gentle upward curve to it. Uncircumcised. Iron-hard and hot against the palm. Delicious to suck upon and not too fat, either – I do love to take them all.’
I thought to stun her with the depth of my description but her eyes just glaze slightly and her smile spreads wider.
‘The perfect cock, perhaps?’ she says, as much to herself as to me. ‘I wonder what you would give for it?’
‘I’m sorry?’
I’m momentarily thrown again and she seizes upon it, fixing me with one of those confident looks that sees clients caving. She spells it out slowly and coolly, making each word count.
‘I said I wonder what you would give to have his cock inside you.’
The words hit me both in the mind and in the puss, scoring heavily. I can’t help the images or the pleasurable, needy twinge it produces between my thighs. My face probably gives me away but I need to fight back.
‘Give?’ I say, trying my best to scoff. ‘I never have to give anything for my pleasure. That must just be you.’
She doesn’t bite.
‘Then you will take him?’ she says, still as cool as a befridged cucumber.
As well as the extra rude images she knows this will give me, I can see the challenge in her eyes. It’s all about competition between the two of us: who is seen to come out on top; who can nail the biggest contracts in the quickest time with the lowest overheads. We are the two biggest guns – in my estimation, at least.
‘He is married,’ I say, not to fall into any trap she might be laying.
‘But what if that didn’t matter?’ she replies, and I can see the cogs of that swift predator brain whirring. ‘What if his wife wanted you to have him? What if I knew, in fact, that this was precisely the case?’
Now she has got me a little stunned, and she’s sticking out that sumptuous cleavage of hers even more towards me, as if to hit me from all angles.
‘And how the fuck would you know something like that?’
‘Oh, I know his wife very well indeed – very well. You know her too, as it happens. In fact, you are looking at her right now.’
The triumphant smile spreads to its widest. She’s got me more than a little stumped. She looks deadly serious too.
‘What? But you can’t be. You’re a …’
‘I’m a what? A free-thinker who finds beauty in all forms irresistible? A hedonist who believes that pleasure and jealousy are the worst kind of bedfellows? Is that what you were going to say?’
Well, it’s not like it couldn’t be true. I don’t really know her at all. She is certainly capable of ensnaring someone like him. Once she had her claws in there’d be no hope for him. I just didn’t have him down as her type. Or any him for that matter.
‘Strange that there is no ring on your finger,’ I remark, ‘since you are married.’
‘Only an amateur would go into the negotiations we do with a ring on. I want those fuckers wrapped around my finger, not some gold band. I want them thinking I am a prize they can win. I’m hardly going to do that by advertising that I am already taken, am I? So I wear my ring on a neck chain. I can’t be giving you the upper hand over me, can I?’
It is true. Enemies working for the same side, that’s us. Although we seldom work on the same project – two cheetahs in one room would lead to a catfight – we are nonetheless driven to outdo each other, and our managers encourage this. She is my constant invisible foe.
‘So now I know your weakness,’ I say, allowing myself a smile at last. She doesn’t blink, those calculating eyes on mine as she weighs this statement up. She does smell good.
‘A half-dozen smacks to your bare arse is the cost,’ she declares.
‘You what?’ I’m flabbergasted.
‘For my husband,’ she says. ‘With my open hand, I mean, not with a paddle. I want to feel the heat in your cheeks.’
It’s got me mentally reeling again. She has moved in closer and that delicious scent of hers keeps distracting my senses. And those inviting tits are practically brushing mine. My head is spinning and no one can usually have that effect on me. I cannot remember the last time I was anywhere near flustered. I need to restore my cool.
‘I don’t remember saying that I wanted him,’ I retort, trying to sound indignant.
‘But you do, and what’s more you can have him. However, the price is now a dozen spanks. Don’t worry – it will sting but it will make you tingle like you have never felt before. And it will be worth it, I promise. You nailed your description of his cock, by the way. It is every bit as gorgeous as you said – more so, even. Why else do you think I married him? And he does so love to have it sucked by someone who really knows what they are doing.’
Oh, dear. Wonderful thoughts provoked, plus a suck-off challenge laid down, to further befuddle me. She knows my instinct will be to rise to it, especially with the delicious images she’s conjured. I can’t have her thinking she’s a better cocksucker than me, the lesbian! I’m half-incredulous, half-bristling, my mind dodging back and forth. She’s got my pulse running, my head spinning and my pussy tingling. She is running rings around me here. That guy is something. I wish he’d stop looking at me in that way or we are going to have a moth-versus-flame situation to deal with.
‘I told you,’ I say with a sniff, ‘I don’t have to pay for my sexual pleasure.’
‘This time you do. But it will be worth it. The payment will be the most wonderful pleasure in itself, you’ll see. The charge has gone up to two dozen smacks now, by the way, although that’s not so high a price. Sometimes the more you get, the more sublime the feeling becomes. You presumably know this? I take it you have been spanked before?’
I haven’t but my mind is truly whirring, trying to find a response that wrests me back some of my lost ground. Any question coming from her must be loaded, so I need to give careful answers, if I can just think straight and forget the craving the two of them in tandem are giving me down below.
‘I can see from your silence that you haven’t,’ she says, jumping in before I have a chance to reply. ‘Perhaps you aren’t quite the make-life-your-bitch type I took you for? You know, for someone as gorgeous as you are, as strong as you are, it can feel like the greatest privilege to be spanked by someone who really knows how to bring you that most sublime of pleasures. Take my word for it. By someone who knows that to be truly adored you have to give someone the time of their life. And there is nothing so exquisite as the softness of a woman’s body and kisses afterwards. I take it you have been with a woman before?’
‘I only like cock.’
I essentially blurt this. It’s lame and I’m now looking even more like some fuddy-duddy convent girl, with weak excuses to cover my lack of adventure. I’m sounding like an amateur and our kind know exactly how to run over pitiful defences. She will see right through me too. Our kind can read people too well. She knows she’s got me thinking about holding her thighs apart and feasting upon her, first with my eyes and then with my mouth.
‘Nonsense,’ she says, her bosom squashing to mine. ‘You are simply scared of finding out just how incomparable a thrill making love to another woman i
s. You think it dents your armour but I know it just gives you other weapons. And now the price is two dozen spanks to the bare arse plus my fingers inside you, wherever I want them. You know I can make any girl come, at any time, with just my fingers? It is a gift I have.’
‘Why on earth are you going on about price increases when I’ve told you I’d never be willing to pay?’
Am I actually worried about what cost in sexual favours I’m going to accrue?
‘Because I am going to give you the most unforgettable night of your life, and that needs some reward. The longer you resist the inevitable, the more you will have to give to me before I let you have my husband. And the more I do to you, the more you will yearn for me afterwards, the more you will ache with desire for me above all others, above all cocks. That includes my husband, who happens to be the best male lover you will ever have inside you. I want you; you know that. You want my husband; we both know that. You can have him but first I will have you, and I know that when I’m done, however good he is – and he is – you will still want me more. And now the price is my tongue wherever I want it too. And I’m even more gifted with my tongue than with my fingers.’
She’s got me breathing hard and leaning into her. I’ve got to fight it because I know it’s just playing into her hands, but my head feels hot and muzzy from the blood surge. My puss is crying out to be pressed to her, to anything. It’s him I want but somehow she has expertly used him to lure me into this weakness, to make me tingle at the thought of anything dirty coming my way.
‘Maybe I’ll just bypass you and take him,’ I say, sounding too breathy to be convincing. ‘He’s been looking my way enough to suggest he finds me irresistible.’
‘Oh, no doubt he does – he adores beautiful girls with peachy bottoms like your own. He’d do anything for you. That’s what is so uniquely special about him. Everything he does is for your pleasure. You might come three or four times before he has his turn. But he is no bitch. He will smear your lips with the drop of precome at the tip of his cock just as soon as he will patiently tease your skin with his nails. He will slip from inside you, hold you by the hair and beat your cheeks with his juice-wet cock just as soon as he will worship your puss with his tongue for a whole hour. He will press your face to the pillow and thrust into you like a beast from the rear just as soon as he will kiss you as he gently enters you from above, or looks into your eyes as he comes. You never have to tell him anything; he just knows. And everything he does is first and foremost for your pleasure. He truly is one in a billion.’
I knew my instincts were correct. My body knew he was not to be passed over.
‘So why do I need you?’ I ask her, images of naked him rampant in my head.
‘Oh, because he would never do anything without my acquiescence. It just isn’t in his nature to go against me. The thought is just such a turn-off for him. He wants beautiful women to adore and I give them to him from time to time. But I share them too, because I know that however fabulous a lover he is, it will still be me those girls are ringing the next day. It is me they can’t wait to have another dirty, exhilarating fuck with. He is happy but I am always the real winner. And the price has just gone up again. Now you will also have to eat my shaven, wet cunt. It is like velvet, you know. So hot, soft and sweet-tasting. It has brought every girl I’ve ever had to their knees.’
Now I’m almost dribbling. She sure knows how to sell an idea. I’ve got visions of him grasping me by the hair as I suck him, mixed with those of her holding her sweet-scented lips apart ready for me to sink my tongue into her. Imagine the bliss of him plunging into me from the rear as I slurp at her velvet cunt. My cheeks are flushed and she will know I’m fighting to stay off her hook. He’s casting me those shy looks, unaware just how defenceless that is making me. Those eyes! Those shoulders! And that hidden cock, the one that will give me more pleasure than any I will ever have. I know she’s right on this. I just know it. But I can’t just give in to her, whatever my body is crying out for. I know she’ll be in control if we get naked together.
‘Shame I don’t believe that a woman could give me more pleasure than a man,’ I say, although I’m pressed ever closer to her, that husband of hers able to see how drawn in I am and how close to being his for the night.
‘Yes, you do,’ she replies, quick as a flash. ‘Why would I lie? The proof is in the pudding I eat. You know I can have any man I want and yet I choose women above them, so I must have good reason. I promise you, to have a girl like me spank you and make love to you is an incomparable bliss. And now it is thirty smacks to your bare arse, which could be enough in itself, giving you the most intense orgasm you have known. It is quite a bargain I’m offering, is it not? Have yourself the man of your dreams and all it costs you is the most exciting, most unforgettable sex of your life.’
‘Yeah, well, shame there is nowhere for us to have this sordid little threesome you’re after,’ I say with my last bit of bravado. The dirty thoughts are simply cascading through my mind. The strength has gone from my legs.
‘Oh, but there is. We have rented a suite upstairs for the night. There is nothing to stop you having the most gorgeous man here. I must warn you that his cock fits so perfectly inside you that you might never want another. And he feels so silky smooth …’
She closes her eyes for a couple of seconds and I watch a little shiver pass through her at the blissful memory of him. The shiver is catching. I can almost feel him myself.
‘If this is all some prank, Meredith, be aware that I’m not falling for it.’
I can barely say this above a whisper.
‘No joke,’ she says, deadly serious. ‘You and I simply must fuck. To not do so would be the biggest waste under the sun of two gorgeous, same-minded queens of decadence. It would be my only-ever regret. And your hesitation has just seen me add something very kinky to the price. We both know you are going to give in so why not just strike the deal now? You know, if it was just a few spanks, maybe just the dozen, then you might have been able to resist me. But I know now that you are going to be mine. Your stubbornness has made it so easy for me.’
My head has only one card left to play. My body has already given in to her.
‘Well, I only have to have you,’ I say, ‘if I have him. What if I choose not to?’
‘Then you lose. You lose the thrill of a lifetime and for what – just so you can tell yourself you didn’t agree to my suggestion? That is the hollowest victory ever. All you have to do instead is trust me.’
She’s sold it and she knows it. She is already leading me by the hand towards him. He is going to cost me but the fizz in my veins at the sight of him up close tells me it will be worth it. There aren’t even any words needed, just a smile between us as she leads us out of there.
* * *
The smacks set fire to me. She makes me take every one of them too, on all fours as he watches and slowly brings that fabulous cock of his to life. I cry out as the twin stings of pain and humiliation burn me. The tears blur my vision as that cock looms ever closer to my open mouth, just tantalisingly out of reach. I can vividly feel the shrinking of my skin, and the coolness at my wet puss as she blows on it between slaps. I’m all open for her, streaming my excitement. The hurt quickly leaps beyond frantic panic and turns to a bloom, a tingling electric glow all across my skin and through my flesh. I whimper with the utter bliss and the need for more.
It is like being immersed in red-hot rapture. It is like the euphoria of climax but without the racking finish. The desperation to be filled is ongoing but beautiful, not aching or frustrating, because it is all part of that wondrous glow that promises even more. It is like being bathed in ecstasy. Then her tongue, feeling so deliciously rude, in me from the rear. Her fingers too: slipping, slipping, easing inside to stir in slow circles as her thumb presses where the throb is greatest, all of it making me shout with the thrill and screw my eyes tight shut. And no, I have never felt intensity like it.
The kisses are as
soft as she said, the warmth of her body on mine every bit as scintillating. She makes love to me with her hands, mouth, tongue and teeth. She goes slow because he has patience in everything she does, even though that long cock of his looks so hard that the ache to bury it must be hurting him. She is so good that all I can do is stay in my trance of bliss, trembling and whimpering and coming. Why does she need him at all? Perhaps he is just her linchpin and security, an adoring slave to serve her while she seeks women. I want him though. My puss will not let me forget that. Half the joy is to watch him as she pleasures me.
The taste of her brings new life, new excitement where I thought I was done. She writhes, looking as gorgeous as ever, and I feel I am winning. I never thought I would be this greedy but I want my tongue deep. I want her smeared all over my face as a sign of her gratification. I want to grasp her soft arse and hold her in to me, knowing my own backside is stuck out and ready for his plundering erection, just as soon as she is finished. The thrill of her body, of her softness, of her squeals and gasps, it all has me wet again.
She lies there holding herself once the orgasm subsides. I’m already onto him. The kisses are harder but I feel elation that they are exactly the type I want most. She hasn’t defeated me like she said she would. I want the smell of his maleness, the bigger hands clutching and grasping. Fuck, I want the muscle of him. I want the hot press of his solid meat against me. I want that adorable shaft wiped around my face and then fed into my hungry, waiting mouth. I want to gorge upon him, to hold those tight, fat, smoothly shaved balls. She can’t bear to watch, slipping off to the shower because she knows she has lost.
He fits just as perfectly as she said – whatever way he takes me. Whether he is eased into me as we spoon, or on top just filling me and kissing me with no other movement, or behind me, sending the flesh-slapping judder through my still scarlet, still glowing rump. There is nothing nerdy about him. He must be an impostor. Everything he does is flawless. I could fall in love and I might just let myself, if only to prove to her that she hasn’t swayed me as she planned, not completely anyway. He waits until another climax is rocking me, his eyes on mine as he grunts and gasps and unloads deep within me. Then he smiles and kisses me, Mr Perfect. It’s still just the two of us and the triumph is all mine.
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