‘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.
‘I can stay inside you if you like,’ he says, ‘until I’m hard again.’
I smile back up at him to show that this is a very good idea indeed.
‘So what’s it like being married to Meredith?’ I ask, fishing for some chinks in her armour.
‘Oh, no, neither of us are married,’ he says back, unperturbed. ‘She’s a friend I know from the outside world.’
‘What, so you don’t even work for our company?’
‘God, no. You think I dress like that out of choice? It was a cunning disguise to ensnare you. Meredith and I met at a fetish club. I am teaching her how to be a true dominatrix. I think she’s starting to nail it, don’t you?’
None of this surprises me as it should. He’s not a nerd at all. I knew it!
‘So why are you wearing a wedding ring?’ I ask, quietly.
‘That was her idea. She’s wanted you for ever. She thought the only way you’d let her bed you was if you thought you were scoring some kind of victory into the bargain. She guessed that you cuckolding her husband in front of her eyes was the ultimate lure. I must say, I can see why she wants you so much.’
His smile is too friendly to get mad at, the bright eyes too adorable. What’s more, I can feel his cock pulsing and starting to thicken inside me once more, and that will be enough to drive all the indignation and humiliation away. I’ve been royally had, there’s no denying it. And these two, I know, are going to keep on having me.
Three of a Kind
Casey Lorne
‘Do you really think Sofia would play strip poker with us?’ Farhan was talking, too boisterously, to my boyfriend, Shawn. The cabin walls were not insulated and I could hear the conversation from my favourite place to read, the cedar chair on the back porch.