The Bacchanalia was the event of the year. Only the A-list of A-listers were invited. One had to be rich, powerful, influential, and beautiful. It was staged in a London manse, a labyrinth of posh rooms and dim corridors. Veils hung from the ceilings to create a haze of privacy, nests in which one could be seen but not clearly.
Belle stalked through the rooms in stilettos that added an inch to her height and sculpted her legs into perfection that more than one gaze imagined wrapped around a waist. Her shoes were black, as was her dress, a mid-thigh sheath that was perfectly engineered to both hold her breasts and display them. It was an ensemble that suggested black lace lingerie as a foundation, but that was a lie. The only other item of apparel Belle wore was a cat-mask.
All the guests were masked. It wasn’t for anonymity. One wanted to be known at the Bacchanalia. The masks were worn to create an atmosphere of danger and wantonness. The masks allowed one to step outside of oneself, outside of the bounds of society. The masks were freedom.
Belle was a whore, to put it bluntly, or, if one wished to emphasize sophistication, a courtesan. She was a woman of particular beauty and desires; one of the best and most-sought-after offerings of the Diamond Agency. She had a face that with subtle changes of make-up could swing from the open freshness of girl-next-door to smoky sensuality. Her mouth was wide and full and with a slight overbite. Her hair was the color of honey and she wore it so that it would fall in waves across her face when she was on all fours. She worked as furiously as any athlete to keep her body taut. She had no need to consider breast enhancement.
She was there to work., or one could call it an investment. She was there for business development. She moistened her lips and along with her lipstick she could still taste the last cock she’d sucked, a massive black one, belonging to some footballer. He’d taken her card afterwards with a dazed look on his face. Mentally, she already counted him as a future regular, full rate. She intended to add to that list before the night was through.
“Hello.”
The man who materialized at Belle’s arm was gorgeously handsome. The woman at his side was sleek. Instinctively, Belle arched her back slightly. His eyes were hungry in his half-mask; his companions were appraising. She placed her hand on his shoulder and Belle understood that this gesture of possession was for her benefit. The diamond ring on the woman’s hand was evident, the stone several carats in size. She contrasted with Belle in all the surface ways, and Belle knew that contrast was very likely why the couple had approached her. The woman’s hair was jet black and styled short, a cut that could be called boyish if not for the overt feminine pull of everything else about her posture. Her neck was swanlike. She wore white, both dress and mask, and her dusky coloring made it glow. She smiled at Belle without a hint of warmth.
Predator, Belle thought, and she felt the warmth in her pussy. Her nostrils flared, and if not for the incense and perfume that permeated the manse, she was sure that she would have scented the musk of this woman. The couple exuded sexual power, and they wanted a third.
The man introduced them to her, unnecessarily, as Jay and Rina. Belle recognized them from the ubiquitous London press. He was the best-selling author whose photo graced the back cover of the summer’s novel. She was his wife, the distant cousin to British and Spanish royalty. Belle kissed them both, cheeks brushing, and, in Rina’s case, breasts as well.
“Join us,” Jay said.
“Love to,” Belle murmured, and took his arm. Her mind was alert to every signal. Her skill in her profession was founded on understanding what her clients wanted of her, and in then convincing them that it was exactly what she wanted herself. A menage a trois with such an alpha couple …. Mmmmmm …. The first thing to divine was which of them was she to make her focus.
It was Rina, and there was nothing subtle for Belle to learn. The dark beauty stopped her with a hand in the center of her chest. “He belongs to me, whore.” The word was no stranger to Belle but the arrogant contempt with which it was spoken caused her eyes to narrow before she composed herself. Rina noticed, nonetheless. The moment that passed between them was electric, a spark of the sort that turned oxygen to the acrid bite of ozone. Belle nodded.
So the wife wants to dominate, she thought. But, what does the husband want?
They had a bedroom reserved. This was impressive. A bedroom at the Bacchanalia was not a trivial expense. It meant that they wanted privacy for their fantasy in a setting where open debauchery was the norm. As they entered, Belle brushed against Jay and her hand folded around his cock. He was not quite the footballer, but still …. she felt another pulse in her pussy.
“Wasn’t I clear?” Rina said. “Or are you wilfully stupid?”
“I’m sorry,” Belle said. Her tone was not.
“You are here to please me,” Rina said. “Don’t touch him again.”
Belle bit her lower lip, feigning contriteness. It was an expression that displayed her fetching overbite. She knew, because dozens of men had told her so, that it made them think of nothing but fucking her mouth. Jay was no exception.
Nor was Rina fooled. Her eyes gleamed behind her mask.
The two women moved together as Jay unbuttoned his shirt. Belle felt herself grow even wetter as they kissed. It was focused, concentrated and intense. Rina was both tasting and testing her. Belle knew that even though the brunette wanted her submission, she craved her resistance first. Her tongue darted into Rina’s mouth. Her right hand found Rina’s left and their slender fingers intertwined.
Her left hand curled again around Jay’s cock as he brought it forth. She gasped into their kiss as Rina’s nails bit into her wrist. The brunette dragged her lips across Belle’s cheek. “Oh, you are a disobedient whore,” she whispered into her ear. Her thumbnail was a scorpion’s tail in Belle’s pulse.
She’s not playing a character, Belle thought. This is who she is. Perhaps this realization should have given her pause. It made her drip down her inner thigh instead. She released his cock, and Rina took it as a queen might accept a scepter.
“Also a coward,” she purred in Belle’s ear. The triumph in her voice was well-mixed with contempt. “I smell your cxnt now, now that we are away from all the others. You want to fuck him, don’t you? But you don’t dare.”
Bitch, Belle thought. Taunting me. She pulled her hand free from Rina’s, and turned her back to Jay, lifting her hair to offer him the clasp at the back of her neck.
“No,” Rina said sharply. “He is not to touch you either.” She undid the clasp herself, with one hand, pulling down on Belle’s bodice. Belle pulled her shoulders back instinctively and proudly. Her breasts were nearly perfect, soft but firm globes with jutting nipples. Rina dipped her head and took one into her mouth. Her other hand didn’t leave Jay’s cock, slowly gliding up and down, her fingers working. Rina sucked her areola deep, tugging on it, stretching it. She closed her teeth on its roots.
Belle moaned, and although any good whore lies at times, she was not pretending.
Rina’s face came up, and if their first kiss was reconnaissance, this one was an open skirmish. The two women pressed hard into each other, their mouths hungry. Belle dragged Rina’s zipper down her spine and caught her breasts as they came free and bare. They were beautiful. Rina’s tongue thrust into Belle’s mouth as Belle’s thumbs circled the brunette’s nipples. They were smaller than Belle’s own, and impossibly hard with arousal.
Belle angled her thumbnails into them, and Rina moaned as the blonde herself had only a moment before.
Their kiss broken, Rina pressed harder into Belle, working her dress over her hips. “Darling,” she said to Jay as Belle’s dress cascaded to her ankles, “whose tits are better - mine, or hers?”
“Yours,” he answered her. Belle felt a sting of anger. Bullshit, she thought. Rina smirked, reading her face and perhaps her mind. She released Jay’s erection abruptly and with two hands in her chest shoved Belle sprawling onto the bed. Her dress joined Belle’s on the floor and she joined her on the bed, twisting her hips and legs into a trib scissors. Both women gasped as their pussies met in a sopping new kiss. Arms braced, they stared into each other’s eyes, backs arched.
“Give her one taste,” Rina said to Jay. “I want her to know what I have.”
Naked now himself, Jay mounted the bed on his knees, gripped Belle’s hair, and sank his cock into her mouth. Rina’s hand shot forward and closed on Belle’s throat. “Enough,” she said, and Jay withdrew, leaving Belle gasping. He moved to Rina, and she sank her painted lips to the base of his cock. Belle watched, sullen, but also incredibly aroused. The brunette held there for a long heartbeat, then lifted her head with a gasp of her own. Jay’s shaft gleamed wetly from both their mouths. With a sudden thrust of her hips, Rina smeared her pussy along Belle’s.
“Fuck me, whore,” Rina purred. “Show me what kind of lover you are. Show me what kind of woman.”
Belle’s lips pulled back from her teeth. She thrust back at Rina, spreading her thighs as she did. The brunette matched her, their clits now swollen and unsheathed. Jay hovered next to them, his cock in easy reach for both. Belle stabbed her clit into Rina’s, and reached for him. Her fingers had just grazed him when Rina’s hand closed hard on her throat again. Belle’s hand slipped down, over his balls, to brace herself again on the bed as the wife fired a fast series of short hard thrusts with her hips. Belle’s head lolled back. She couldn’t breathe. Her breasts jarred and shuddered as her hips took the brunt of the sexual onslaught.
Rina forced her advantage with savage aggression. She surged into Belle, forcing the blonde to her back, mounting her. Now her weight pressed down on Belle’s throat. Now her pussy ground into Belle’s with savage intensity. Belle clawed at the bed as Rina’s clit dug into her clit, the ring of nerves in and around it firing madly. Rina’s clit slashed hers, gouged hers, whipped hers, and without breath she couldn’t even moan. She reached up for Rina’s throat, her chest heaving as she fought for air and to hold her orgasm at bay.
“Jesus,” moaned Jay, as Rina hate-fucked Belle, her teeth clenched as Belle choked her back. She bore down on the courtesan even harder, her breasts flying apart and slapping together as she rode the blonde’s pussy. She arched her back, and Belle’s hand slipped from her throat and down her chest, echoing how it had been driven from Jay’s cock moments before. Seconds later, Belle convulsed as her orgasm tore through her. Her nipples puckered, the skin of her areolas drawn tight. She squirted uncontrollably into Rina’s pussy and up her hard belly. Her pussy clenched and spasmed but was helpless as Rina’s clit drilled relentlessly into hers.
“Yesssss,” Rina hissed. “Cum for me you weak-pussied bitch!”
Belle’s mind bristled at the insult but her body was beyond any action as her orgasm continued. She broke the choke, drawing in a long, shuddering lungful of air, her back arched into a bow. Rina twisted her onto her side and pulled away, leaving her sobbing for breath. On her hands and knees, Rina presented her ass to her husband. He plunged into her dripping pussy from behind, and in the space of three thrusts they both came, shatteringly hard.
Belle closed her eyes against their sounds. She had never been so utterly dominated sexually, so easily humiliated.
She hated it.
She hated Rina.
“Shall we find a new whore?” Rina said to Jay once they had recovered their breath, and her voice dripped with contempt.
Still lying curled on her side, Belle said “Fuck you.”
Rina laughed.
“Give her some money, Jay,” she said.
Belle sat up. “Fuck you, bitch,” she said.
Rina was still on her hands and knees, now turned to her husband and languidly cleaning his semi-erect cock like a cat might lick her paws. She looked at Belle over her shoulder. “Be careful,” she said.
Belle rose to her knees. “I want more,” she said. She was breathing hard, her breasts lifting and falling.
“She’s challenging you, dear,” Jay said to Rina. The dark-haired woman rose to her knees as well, pivoting to face the blonde in the center of the bed. What passed between them was silent and instinctive and primal.
Their mouths joined in a savage kiss. Their breasts collided, their nipples buried together. They each plunged one hand into the other’s hair at the back of her head, and the other hand into her pussy. Belle choked back a moan, Rina’s tongue forcing her tongue back into her throat. The brunette’s fingers unerringly found Belle’s g-spot, her nails scraping across it. Belle’s hips bucked from the lightning bolt of pain and pleasure that shot through her. She pumped her fingers into her rival, desperate to match her. Rina’s pussy was slick with cum from all three of them. Belle felt her constrict, squeezing her fingers, trying to force them out. She twisted her hand and found the spongy tissue of Rina’s g-spot, and viciously stabbed her nails into it.
Rina broke their kiss. Her entire body shuddered against Belle’s. Belle dug her nails deeper, and shook her hand. Rina flinched. Her fingers in Belle’s pussy faltered momentarily. “What’s wrong, darling?” Belle whispered in her ear. She shook her hand again, hard back-and-forth pulses. Rina’s head snapped back, and a keening whine burst through her parted lips. Belle bore down and the brunette’s fingers squirted out of her, forcibly ejected. She gripped Rina even harder, her thumbnail in her clit and three fingernails raking her g-spot.
“Stop,” Rina mewled. “God……sssssstop……”
Belle’s bicep bulged as she pressed her tits into Rina’s and took her pussy full hostage. “She’s my fuckpuppet now, Jay,” Belle hissed. Jay watched his wife violently orgasm at Belle’s hand, her lithe body slick with sweat. It was clear from his face that this was not what he had expected. As Rina collapsed in the aftermath, Belle licked her fingers.
“Now, you cxnt,” she said to the panting brunette. “Not all that, are you?” It was no way to speak to a client, she knew. But somehow, this wasn’t business. It was very personal.
Rina lifted her eyes to Belle and her gaze was frozen hate.
“That was two for you, yeah?” said Belle. “And right after giving one up to hubby? Who’s the weak-pussied bitch?” She turned to Jay and let her hair sweep across his stomach as she went down on him.
“No!” hissed Rina.
“You wanted competition,” Belle said. “You thought I’d just let you win, though? Be your submissive whore? Fucking bitch.”
Jay moved between them as Rina pushed up to her knees.
“How can we settle this little contretemps?” he said, and the way he said it made Belle even wetter. She had never wanted a cock inside her more than she did in that moment. And realizing why almost made her moan.
She spent her days and nights fucking men whose wives didn’t fuck them. But this - this was different. He wanted his wife. He had just fucked his wife. This wasn’t about him or his needs.
This was about Rina’s need to prove herself the alpha over an equally desirable woman.
I need it too, Belle thought.
“Take me home with you,” she said. “We will settle it there.”
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It began in the car.
It was a proper limousine, with the driver sealed away from them. Rina and Jay sat facing forward, with Belle across from them facing rearward. Before they had gone five minutes, Rina unzipped him and took him out. Her eyes locked with Belle’s as she went down on him.
Belle tugged her skirt up to her hips and opened her thighs. She slipped her fingers through her labia and bared the pearl of her glistening clit. “You saw me squeeze her fingers, Jay,” Belle purred. “I know you want to feel my pussy do your cock the same.”
“Shut your fucking mouth and legs,” Rina said thickly as she worked him.
“I’m keeping him hard for you, bitch,” Belle said. She pushed two fingers deep into herself and smiled as Jay shifted. “Your mouth isn't enough - his eyes are on my prize. Something far better than another tired blowjob from his little wifey. Tell her, Jay. Tell her how much you want to fuck my tight pussy.”
Rina surfaced with a gasp again. A string of pre-cum and saliva ran from her mouth to Jay’s cock. She reached behind her neck and released the halter of her dress. From Jay’s left, she spat on his cock and brought it between her breasts. “He isn’t thinking about your filthy pussy,” she said to Belle.
Without hesitation, Belle tugged down her bodice and swept in from Jay’s right, shoving her breasts into Rina’s. His cockhead barely rose through the crevice of their crushed cleavage. Nose-to-nose, the two women locked tongues in another vicious kiss, grinding together, sliding up and down.
“Do you still think her tits are better, Jay?” said Belle. “Now that you’ve felt mine? Cum on my tits, Jay. Please?” She reached across him and grabbed Rina’s boyish hair. Rina made a soft sound of pain as her head was forced back. Jay’s cock pulsed, and Belle saw it. She pushed, her voice even more urgent. “She didn’t moan from that, Jay. She moaned because my nipple is jammed into hers and it’s harder than hers. It’s as hard as you are. Give me your cum, baby. Give it to me!”
Even with her head twisted back, Rina didn’t retreat. Her hand blindly found Belle’s throat. She arched her back and forced herself harder into Belle. The swell of their breasts swallowed Jay’s cock to the tip.
“His cum belongs to me, whore,” Rina said through clenched teeth. “You won’t get a drop of him.” Her fingers dug deeper into the blonde’s throat, into her carotid and jugular. Belle twisted, fighting for air. “She can’t breathe, Jay,” Rina said. “Now it's her nipples that are going soft. Just like when my pussy made her squirt.”
Jay looked down on both upturned faces, both women with their eyes cut to the very corners as they strained to see each other. Belle’s mouth was open, her teeth gleaming white. Rina’s lips were drawn back in a feral grimace. Each of them poured her soul into this clash; both of them were unbearably erotic. He flexed his abs, and ass, and that slight thrust of his hips was all he could bear.
Hot cum surged from his cockhead like a lava flow. They fought for it as it filled their joined cleavage, as it spread across the upper curves of their breasts, as it found its way into the crush of flesh where their nipples thickly wrestled. Belle wrenched free of Rina’s choke and filled her lungs, her breasts swelling over the wife’s to claim the lioness’s share. The slick heat of their breasts massaging his cock together brought pulse after pulse from him.
“He doesn’t cum like this for your tits, bitch” Belle gasped. She wrenched the wife’s head sideways to an agonized angle, to see Jay’s face. His eyes were turned to Belle.
Rina literally snarled, an inarticulate sound of fury.
The two women pulled apart, retreating slightly across the seat, Jay between them. Belle gloated at having won most of his spunk. She dipped her fingers in it, and tasted it. She spread it over her breasts and massaged it into her rigid nipples. Every slow, deliberate movement was a silent taunt. But Belle had no intention of remaining silent for long.
She leaned across him and gripped Rina’s hair again, pulling her to meet her nose-to-nose again directly in front of Jay’s face. They kissed, and Belle pushed the thick wad of cum she held in her mouth across Rina’s tongue. Beneath their arched torsos, Belle ran her fingers up and down his slick cock.
“I think he likes seeing you bested,” she whispered into Rina’s ear, but of course he could hear her as well. “When I get to your home, Rina….when I get to your bed….do you want to watch him fuck me?” She felt Rina’s hand join hers.
“When we get home, he will watch me ruin you.” Rina’s voice was a dark promise. “No more games, whore. No more play.” They nuzzled each other’s cheek. Belle felt the thrill of the threat deep in her body. There was no need to say the words out loud. They understood each other perfectly.
To be continued in Catfights... the contest will escalate....
