“That may well be,” Kim replied. “But it’s something I have to do. You do see that, don’t you?”
I did see that, but I was concerned as well. Ever since Kim had got me to lure her husband, my best friend Pete, into three way action with first Kim herself, then Suzy, a respectable academic by day, a complete sexual freak by night, he’d been acting a bit sheepish.
“The thing is,” Kim said, “I don’t know if I can stay married to Pete if he can’t… give me what I need.”
I nodded, but this was bad news. If Kim decided to divorce Pete, there was every chance he’d blame me for it. The trouble was, I was already in too deep to change that.
“It’s too bad,” Kim said, “because really he’s everything I thought I ever wanted in a man. Kind, loving, respectful, stable, dependable, predictable. I just wish he didn’t take that to bed with him.”
“You must have known that when you married him.”
Kim gnawed on her bottom lip. “I did,” she said. “I just didn’t know myself very well. I believed that sex should be slow and romantic and tender. I was fine with that to begin with, but over time I realised I was wired differently.”
“Officially sanctioned sex is pretty dull, isn’t it?” I agreed.
This made Kim laugh. “You can only convince yourself of something for so long before your real nature asserts itself,” she said. “I’m sure there are people who are quite happy with soft and slow. “Me, I have needs that go way beyond that, as you know.” She winked at me, and my heart leapt.
“Still, at least you know that Pete’s capable of it,” I said. Kim had witnessed the threesome she’d put me up to with Pete and Suzy.
“That’s the thing,” Kim replied. “The thing I never knew about Pete. He was capable of it when he thought he was shagging some chav slut, but at home… If anything he’s become even more solicitous in the marital bed since then, and it’s driving me nuts.”
“You make him sound positively Victorian,” I said, again making Kim laugh. “But I still don’t see why you can’t just talk things through with him.”
Kim twisted her face into an exaggerated tableau of disbelief. “This is Pete we’re talking about,” she said. “You know he’d just clam up. More or less.”
I did know this. I shrugged. “You’re the boss,” I said.
Kim smiled. Knowing her as I did, I wasn’t fooled into thinking that the coy gesture was anything but a front for armour-clad bloody-mindedness. “I’ve been taking lessons from Suzy,” she said.
“How’s it going?”
“Great. I’ve learned a lot. I don’t want my persona to be as low-rent as hers, but I’m working on one that suits me.”
“Well,” I said. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Don’t I always?”
I had my doubts, but the thing was, Kim almost always did, and she always got what she wanted.
The plan was this. Pete’s birthday was coming up. There was going to be a get together come the weekend, with friends and family, but on his birthday proper, I was to invite Pete round to my flat for a special surprise.
Given that the last time Pete had been round to my place, Suzy had turned up and serious orgiastic excess had taken over, maybe Pete was afraid a repeat was in store. He certainly seemed a bit reluctant when the idea was first mooted. Kim did her bit, ignoring the signs of guilt, and pushing for him to accept the invitation. When he finally did, he made no mention of his previous visit. Nor did he voice any concern, or anything. Yes, that was Pete, store everything away. Don’t mention it.
So it came as no surprise that he didn’t actually ask what kind of surprise was in the offing. Perhaps he was afraid to. We had a couple of drinks and talked about football and snooker and moaned about our jobs, and I think Pete would have been happy with that. He certainly didn’t show any signs of being inquisitive or expectant.
When the buzzer sounded, Pete didn’t show any emotion. He didn’t ask if I was expecting someone, or who it might be. He just nodded when I said, “I’d better see who that is.”
I knew who it was, but I was still taken aback when I opened the door. Kim had been to the hairdressers. Her chestnut ringlets had been chopped off and replaced with a red-dyed page cut. Her face was heavily made up. In a black leather jacket, a figure-hugging red dress, black nylons and high heels, she looked spectacular. I raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“The agency sent me.” Kim said.
So, straight into character. “Come in,” I said, closing the door behind her as she slipped off her jacket. I ushered her into the living room, where Pete looked astounded at the sight of his wife. As a disguise, Kim’s outfit wasn’t going to fool him, even though she looked different enough to fool a casual acquaintance, but that wasn’t the point. “Kim?” he said weakly, no doubt sensing that there were reasons for this new look, and that he was being kept out of the loop.
“Who’s Kim?” Kim said. “My name’s Slutface. I’ve got a mouth like a sewer, a cunt like ‘eaven, and I want 300 up front, or it ain’t gonna ‘appen.”
I had the money in the same drawer I keep items for kinky sex games. When I turned to hand Kim the money, Pete was still staring wide-eyed as if he couldn’t believe what was happening, that it was happening or why it was happening.
Kim took the six fifties, and made a good show of counting them, before hitching up her dress and stuffing the notes inside a stocking. She smiled. “The agency said you ordered no ‘olds barred, but I ‘spect you gents want to inspect the merchandise first.”
She was looking at Pete, but the poor sod was looking so lost it was hard not to feel sorry for him. On the other hand, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the luscious Kim, and I knew the feeling was mutual.
I went up behind her and pushed myself against her. Even through my trousers and her dress, she couldn’t fail to feel my eagerness against her buttocks. I reached round to squeeze her full breasts through the dress.
“My, you are a big boy, aren’t you?” Kim said, pushing back against me. “Lucky me! What about you, birthday boy, don’t you want a feel of Slutface?”
The last bit was clearly aimed at Pete; silent, passive, bewildered Pete. Yes, it was easy to feel sorry for him, but if Kim thought this charade was necessary, that was how it must be. I gave Kim’s boobs an extra squeeze and whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you get down all fours, lovely.”
Kim giggled in a way she never did otherwise; part playful innocent, part experienced professional. “Your wish is Slutface’s command,” she said.
Down on all fours, Kim proceeded to back up towards Pete. When she was within touching distance, she said, “Am I what you wanted? I ‘ope I am. I’ve been lookin’ forward to this.”
As she spoke, Kim looked up at me with wanton eyes. The strange thing was that Pete was looking at me too, as if asking my permission. I didn’t know why. She was his wife, after all. But clearly there was nothing to be gained from acquiescing in his hesitancy. “Don’t be shy,” I said. “Inspect her. The whore’s costing me enough. Might as well get our money’s worth, eh?”
The look on Kim’s face was priceless. Fancy that, I thought, feeling stupid for not realising earlier that this little charade was designed to satisfy another of Kim’s little fantasies; being paid for sex.
Thankfully Pete seemed to have overcome his initial gobsmacked hesitancy. He leaned forward and roamed Kim’s dress with his hands where it fit snugly across her bottom. When he lifted it, I moved round to get a better look. I saw Kim’s round, fleshy buttocks appear, with just a strip of thong between them.
Pete was stroking, but I bent over to give Kim’s near side buttock a hard slap. As Kim gave a little yelp which was more pleasure than pain, I said, “So what makes you so special, Slutface?”
“Eh?” Kim said.
“The agency said you were the best little whore they had to offer. What is it about you that’s so special?”
Both Pete’s hands were roaming Kim’s buttocks as she said, “I love my job. I love suckin’ and fuckin’.”
I patted her stockings where the fifty pound notes were visible through the nylon. “And getting paid a fucking fortune for it, I bet,” I said.
“Oh my customers always get their money’s worth,” Kim said smoothly.
“I bet they do,” I said, darting in between Pete’s hand movements to administer a new slap. “Any limits?”
“The customer’s always right,” Kim said. “You can use Slutface any way you like. The kinkier you get, the more I like it!”
Pete was still doing little more than fondling Kim so I straddled her, facing Pete, and reached down to pull her buttocks apart, revealing how the thong had its work cut out to cover her pussy lips. “Stick your fingers in her twat,” I said. “See if you reckon she’s a shaggable little whore.”
Pete looked a bit embarrassed to tell you the truth, but he did as I said, pulling the thin strip of material out and fidgeting fingers into Kim, who gave a little gasp. Then she gave that little giggle. “Well,” she said, “is Slutface a shaggable little ‘ore?”
Pete swallowed, but remained silent. I watched as his fingers moved, teasing slightly, nothing more.
“Don’t disappoint me now, boys,” Kim said. “I’ve been lookin’ forward to this.”
I slapped her buttock hard. “Anyone would think you were paying us, whore!” I said sternly. “You’re our little fuck toy, remember?”
“Slutface is your little fuck toy,” Kim said. “Slutface wants to be your little fuck toy. Slutface is glad to be your little fuck toy.”
“That’s more like it,” I said.
I backed up until I was a yard or so in front of Kim. I watched as Pete kept on fingering her pussy a little too sheepishly as I undressed. All the while Kim kept her eyes on me. When I revealed my stiff cock and grabbed hold of it, she winked at me. “No disappointments there,” she said. “Slutface loves a big cock.”
I moved forward, holding my cock an inch away from Kim’s mouth. Her head moved as she craned her neck. The instant I felt her lips graze the bulb, I took a step back. “You are a greedy little whore, aren’t you?” I said. “You want my cock, Slutface, you come and get it.”
The gleam in Kim’s eye was a sight to behold. Her lips were gently parted as she crawled forwards, and once again I took a step back as she came in contact with my throbbing meat. “I like a whore who’s eager to suck cock,” I told her.
“I wouldn’t be much of an ‘ore if I didn’t like suckin’ cock, would I?” Kim giggled.
“Well then, come and get it, Slutface!”
Kim crawled towards me with her tongue extended and once again I backed up at the first minute contact. There was no doubt in my mind that this was just the sort of thing Kim had fantasised about. There was a look about her that suggested extreme heightened anticipation.
The important thing was perhaps how Pete was taking this. I watched him as I continued the little game, making Kim crawl across the room in pursuit of my cock. There was disbelief in his eyes, but I thought I saw something more there. I was standing an inch in front of Kim. “You really do want my cock in your mouth bad, don’t you?” I said.
“I’m very skilled,” Kim said.
“Well, practice makes perfect,” I said. “How many cocks have you sucked in your career, Slutface?”
“’Undreds!” Kim giggled.
We all knew that Kim, like her husband, hadn’t had very many lovers at all, but the thought seemed to do something to Pete, who finally rose and began to undress.
Kim gave me a surreptitious wink. “And they call me Slutface ‘coz there’s nothin’ I like better than ‘ot, sticky loads all over my face!”
“My kind of whore,” I observed. Then, “You want my cock, Slutface, you come and get it.”
As Kim crawled towards me, Pete sat back down, now bollock naked, holding his stiff rod in his hand. Kim’s lips grazed my glans, and I stepped back, but this time it was Pete who spoke. “Slutface! Come over here!” His voice had the nervous tension of a schoolboy saying a naughty word in front of his elders and betters for the first time, but Kim’s face lit up.
She crawled across to Pete, who sat there, legs apart holding his cock. Voice trembling slightly, he said, “Lick my balls!”
However uncertain he sounded, this was definitely a step in the right direction. I watched as Kim stuck her face between her husband’s thighs and began sliding her tongue over his scrotum. Was this the moment? The moment when everything turned, hopefully in the right direction?
I walked over to the drawer where I kept a selection of toys. I chose the little vibrator that I could slip onto my finger. That should be enough for now.
Kim was still busy licking Pete’s balls when I came up behind her. “Get your legs further apart, whore,” I told her.
She complied. As I pulled the thin strip of thong out of the way, I noticed that her tongue began to slide its way up Pete’s shaft. I put my hand up between her thighs and activated the vibrator as I pushed it against her clit.
“Ooooh!” Kim cried in surprise.
“Don’t stop,” Pete told her. Immediately Kim resumed slithering her tongue all over his shaft. Everything seemed to glisten as Kim treated her taste buds to her husband’s cock meat. The vibrator hummed, stimulating her clit. She began giving soft moans as a few drops of pre-cum oozed out of Pete.
These drops proved irresistible to Kim, whose tongue swept over the bulb. “Mmmmm!” she exclaimed, then she went back to sweeping her tongue all over the stiff rod.
There was pre-cum oozing out of me too. I grabbed my cock and wiped it on Kim’s buttock, shifting my vibrating finger slightly. “Mmmmm!” Kim said. “So when are you gonna stick that big boy inside me?”
Not yet, I thought. I continued wiping the head of my cock against her buttocks, vibing her clit, and watching the way her moist tongue continued to tease Pete’s cock. His reaction to all of this was impossible to gauge, but he seemed to have no complaints. I slowly slid my cock across Kim’s skin towards her puffy folds. As I did so, she wriggled her arse, letting me know she was in the mood for more than that. I was so turned on that I would have penetrated her immediately had it not been necessary to draw this out.
Gratifyingly, the way Pete was looking at me, he wouldn’t object at all if I penetrated his wife. He wasn’t going to say as much, but it seemed that Kim was right, that her strategy was working. Kim was moaning as she applied herself to Pete, once again licking his balls. I pressed the vibrator hard against her clit, opening her folds with the head of my cock and pushing the bulb against her slick opening.
“Ooooooh!” Kim moaned. “Get that big boy up me! I wanna feel it!”
I looked at Pete, who nodded imperceptibly. But no, not yet. This had to be good. Really good. So I wriggled my cock there, wriggling my vibrating finger as well.
“Aaaaaah!” Kim moaned. “Fuckin’ get your cock up me now! I need it!”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not feeling it. You’re a whore, after all. How do I know you’re not just faking it?”
Kim angled her head slightly as I removed the vibe from her clit. She stood there on all fours with Pete pushing his cock up against her cheek while mine continued to rest at the entrance to her self-described heavenly cunt. “I told you,” she said. “I love my job. I love ‘avin’ cock up me!”
I paused for a moment. “I’m not convinced,” I said. “You’ll have to make me want to fuck you; make both of us want to fuck your dirty cunt.”
Kim gave a wicked grin, as if my sordid words had hit the exact right spot. Then she pulled away from the two of us, to stand up and clear the table of the few items that were there. The tight, red dress stayed up round her waist as she did so, affording us a great view of her buttocks, which she made sure to wiggle tantalisingly. She deftly pulled the thong down and tossed it onto the couch, before bending over and placing her hands on the table. Pete was on his feet, both of us standing behind Kim. “Do you want me like this?” Kim said. “Do you want to fuck me from behind? Most punters do.”
“What do you want, whore?” I asked.
“I love it any way you wanna give it to me,” Kim replied. “But I want it now. I need it now.”
I waited, wondering if Pete was going to say something. When neither of us spoke, Kim moved. She flashed us a wicked smile and ended up on her back on the table. Good job it was sturdy. She spread her legs, sliding a finger in her slit. “Come on,” she said. “Which one of you two big boys wants to fuck my juicy cunt?”
“Coin toss?” I suggested to Pete, but he was just staring at Kim.
“What are you waitin’ for?” Kim said. “I told you. I’ve got a cunt like ‘eaven. Get stuck in. I fuckin’ need it.”
“You really are a horny little whore, aren’t you?” I said.
“You bet,” Kim giggled. She used both hands to separate her labia. She was deliciously pink and shiny. “An ‘orny little cock ‘ore, that’s me. Can’t get enough.”
“So how many punters have you had up you?”
“’Undreds,” Kim giggled. “My ‘orny cunt has pleasured ‘undreds of cocks.”
Pete was shifting uncomfortably next to me. Something was happening inside him, but quite what was not easy to fathom. “And when was the last time you had one?” I asked.
Kim giggled. “Three… No, two ‘ours ago. ‘E wasn’t as big as you two, but he warmed me up nicely.” She giggled again. “He fucked me like ‘e ‘adn’t ‘ad sex in years, and then ‘e gave me a nice big load of cum all over my tits. I could’ave gone with it on my face, but what the punter wants the punter gets.” She was looking deliberately at Pete now. “Mind you, an ‘our before that I sucked a punter off in an…”
Suddenly it was kicking off. Something in Pete responded to his wife’s roleplay, her telling about her recent, albeit fictional, adventures. In a flash he was on top of her on the table, driving his cock into her pussy.
“Oh yeah!” Kim gasped. “Fuck me, big boy, and maybe I’ll tell you about the time…”
“Shut up!” Pete snarled. “Shut up!” His hand went over Kim’s mouth as his buttocks worked, thrusting his cock into that heavenly cunt.
Kim was staring at me, and I gave her a wink. Pete’s education was nowhere near complete, but this was definitely a step up from the faintheartedness I’d witnessed in him previously. It was looking increasingly like Kim had been right all along with her tactics. At least so far. She was moaning lustily, though Pete kept his hand over her mouth.
I stroked my cock as I watched. My eyes fell on the notes stuffed inside Kim’s stockings. Again I thought that I should have realised that the money aspect was a turn on for Kim; that the pretence that she was being paid to fuck fuelled her desire. And Pete? Well the pretence that his wife was a woman of no great distinction, who offered her favours for hard cash, seemed to make him lose his hesitation. As an expression of classism it was hardly commendable, but I didn’t think Kim cared. I remembered the moment with Suzy, when I told him she had a PhD, and he’d just stopped dead in his tracks.
Think of the slut. The buzzer sounded. Pete’s body gave a jerk, as if he’d been shot, then he lay completely still on top of Kim. He was groaning, so he was still alive. I went to answer the door, leaving Pete to deliver a load of spunk in his wife-cum-whore.
“Welcome,” I said to Suzy.
“How are things going?” she asked.
“Pretty good,” I said. “Nice timing.”
Suzy gave me a kinky smile. She was wearing a leather jacket which almost reached her knees, but not for long. Underneath she was wearing nothing but a pink, fishnet dress, black leather panties, black stockings and high heels. No bra, and her nipples swelled as my eyes feasted on them.
“Someone’s keen,” I remarked.
Shocking pink lips formed a smile which went right the way up to eyes dramatized by the careful application of black cosmetics. Today her cheeks had been brushed with glittery rouge. “When have you ever known me not to be keen?” Suzy asked.
True enough. I placed a hand on her arse, ushering her into the main living area. “Welcome once again to my den of iniquity.”
Suzy giggled. It was her Suzy the Floozy giggle. At a stroke she had gotten into character. Time to really get the party started.
But this was a dicey moment too. Pete didn’t know that Kim had been instrumental in getting him and me to have that threesome with Suzy, and wouldn’t want Kim to know what had happened. Kim didn’t want Pete to know that she was behind all of it, nor for him to know that she knew Suzy. Consequently, Suzy had to pretend she didn’t know Kim or Pete. By contrast, I had the easy job, just pretending the threesome with myself, Pete and Suzy had never happened, while nevertheless knowing all three of them. Talk about a soap opera.
Kim was still on the table when Suzy and I entered the room. She was resting on one elbow, sucking on her own fingers. A dribble of sperm on her chin told me she’d been treating herself to the cum Pete had delivered inside her. There was a little puddle of the stuff between her open legs.
“Ooooh!” Suzy squealed. “A party! Lucky me!” She turned her attention to Pete first, who was looking understandably nervous. “So oo’re you, ‘an’some?”
“I’m Pete,” Pete said, sounding as nervous as he looked. “And who are you?”
“Suzy. But me friends call me Suzy the Floozy.” She stared deliberately at Pete’s half flaccid dick. “Don’t worry, ‘an’some; I’ll get ya ‘ard again in no time.” She half-turned to look at Kim. “An’ oo’s this?”
Before Kim could speak, I said, “Oh that’s just some whore we’ve rented for the evening.”
Yes, this was very definitely Kim in fantasyland, I could tell by the look of delight in her eyes. “My name’s Slutface,” she said.
Suzy cackled a laugh. “Hin-ta-rest-in’,” she said, aiming her next question at me. “She swing boaf ways?”
Kim cleared her throat. “I signed up for two,” she protested. “She wants in, it’ll cost you 150 extra.”
“You’d better make sure we get our money’s worth,” I muttered, moving across the room to retrieve three more fifties from the drawer.
“Oh I know ‘ow to provide satisfaction, never you mind,” Kim replied.
There was a strange tension in the room, no doubt caused by all these people trying to remember who and what they were and weren’t supposed to know. I walked across to Kim with the money. She held out her hand, but I wiped the notes in the pool of cum between her legs, before stuffing them half way into her quim.
“What’re you doin’?” she cried.
I shrugged. “We both know it’s the money that gets your cunt all juiced up,” I told her.
Kim shrugged. “You’ve got a point, I s’pose.” She pulled the notes out and stuffed them down her other stocking leg.
Pete was still looking extremely sheepish, but Suzy had moved across the room, and found an angle where Kim couldn’t see her put her finger up to her lips as she looked at Pete, telling him she intended to keep his “secret”. Meanwhile Kim was looking at me in a way that told me that all of this was very much to her liking. I got the feeling that however insulting I behaved towards her, it would never be enough.
Of course, the same thing applied to Suzy. I went across to her, standing by her side as I groped her arse. “Suzy’s the next best thing to a whore, who’s not actually on the game,” I announced.
“Cheek!” Suzy exclaimed.
“Slutface here,” I said, gesturing in Kim’s direction, “is the best little whore on the agency’s books.”
“An’ she swings boaf ways, duz she?” Suzy asked.
“Whatever you want, darlin’,” Kim said.