Hard Bargains: A Mischief Erotica Collection. Ashley Lister

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.