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.