Black Lipstick Kisses

by Monica Belle

  ‘Well?’

  ‘You want me to fuck Stephen with it?’

  ‘If you like. Ideally I’d want to watch.’

  ‘I don’t think he’d go for that, not in front of another man, and it’s pretty big. Where did you get it!?’

  ‘In a gay sex shop near Liverpool Street.’

  ‘A gay sex shop?’

  ‘Sure, they have all the best stuff. And if you think that’s big, you should see some of the butt plugs.’

  He held both his fists together and gave a meaningful nod. Both my pussy and bottom hole twinged in instinctive reaction and I grimaced. Michael laughed.

  ‘Obviously it’s for lesbians rather than gay men.’

  ‘Obviously.’

  Just holding the thing was making me feel ever more wicked. I knew Stephen would love it too, remembering the state of wanton ecstasy I’d put him into with the candle. Michael, I was beginning to see, fancied himself as something of a Svengali figure, a motif he frequently used in his stories. Not that his heroines usually needed much persuasion, if any. I certainly didn’t.

  ‘OK, I’ll see how it goes. Thanks, for this, and for being understanding. I’d better go over to wash and change.’

  His response was an enigmatic little smile. I gave him a kiss and left, taking the dildo with me in my bag. Stephen wasn’t due for quite a bit, but I wanted a leisurely wash and to choose my look carefully. Discovering about James O’Donnell had been something of a resolution for me, making me feel more confident and assertive. So had Michael’s understanding of my gift, Stephen’s ecstatic response to being sodornised by me, even having my piece on the gasometer played a part. I felt strong, and I wanted to reflect it in my look.

  Stephen saw me as naïve, or he had. He liked me on skates, in mini-skirts and crop-tops, in fishnets and no bra, preferably no knickers; anything sexy yet innocent. It made him want to spank me, which was not the result I was after. What I needed was a more refined look, Gothic of course, but not overstated, a long black dress, stockings and heels, my corset underneath.

  I was halfway through when I changed my mind completely. It was much better to be just as cutesy as I possibly could, all bare flesh and giggles. I could tease him, let him think I was up for spanking, maybe even buggering, then turn the tables on him at the last minute. It was a much better idea, so I stripped off and started from scratch, no panties, no bra, a mini-skirt so short the slightest puff of wind was going to flash my bare bum to the whole world. I added a little silver bell in my tummy button, a crop-top tight enough and thin enough to leave my nipples poking up like a pair of acorns, my hair loose, no more than a touch of make-up, bare legs, rolled down socks and skates.

  Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew it would drive him nuts. In fact, he was likely to whip me straight over his knee and spank me until I howled the moment he set eyes on me. However much he’d enjoyed my treatment of his bottom, there was every chance he’d be out for revenge, and the way I looked was quite simply an invitation to take it. I would be the one who ended up getting my bottom filled, and heated first.

  By the time I’d stripped off again the vestry looked as if a dozen cats had had a fight in it. Just about every dress, skirt and top I owned was out, along with boots, shoes, my rollerblades, bits of jewellery and gauze, and more. Both ideas had been good, but they weren’t perfect. I wanted to turn him on, and to lure him into a false sense of superiority, but I needed to be a little more subtle about it.

  Lilitu was looking at me with an expression suspiciously like despair. For her it was easy. Her beautiful black coat covered all eventualities, all occasions. I would have been happy to follow her example and go out stark naked, but I couldn’t see even the most bohemian of places letting us in. Simplicity was the answer, a simple black dress over nothing, barefoot and with just a touch of make-up, a Gothic waif. Stephen would be charmed, but entirely unsuspecting.

  I’d just begun to make-up when Lilitu alerted me to somebody approaching. It was getting on for six and I was preparing to tell Stephen to mooch around the graveyard for a bit when I caught Snaz’s voice. I’d seen her a couple of times since we’d got off, but always with Michael there. We’d exchanged the occasional knowing look, but nothing had been said, and I’d yet to have a chance to tell her what had happened with Stephen. I opened the door to find her in black jeans and a hoodie, her bag of paints slung over her shoulder.

  ‘Hey, Dusk, what’s up? Want to come out?’

  She tapped her bag, which was bulging with aerosol tins. I answered with genuine regret.

  ‘I can’t, Snaz, sorry. I’ve promised Stephen he can take me out for dinner.’

  ‘Blow him out, or he can drive us around.’

  ‘No way! That he would never do!’

  ‘Nah, suppose not.’

  ‘I have to tell you something though. You would not believe what he suggested the last time I went out with him. He wanted to watch us together!’

  ‘You told him!? What we did?’

  ‘No. He got off on smacking my bum in front of you. He wanted to do it to both of us, then have us get it on together so he could watch.’

  I wasn’t being strictly accurate, but it made a better story than me teasing Stephen. It got the right response, shock and delight.

  ‘The dirty old pervo!’

  ‘That’s not all. He got seriously horny, and he asked to put it up my bum.’

  ‘Oh, you didn’t!’

  ‘No. I told him we’d toss a coin for it. He lost, so I did him with a candle, one of those.’

  Her mouth came wide as I nodded to the altar candles.

  ‘You are one mad bitch, Dusk! So what, did he get off on it?’

  ‘Yup.’

  She was laughing as she threw herself down on the bed, a sound so full of playful, uninhibited joy I immediately found myself wondering if I should go out tagging with her after all, and to bed afterwards. I was sure she’d be up for it, after a few beers, maybe without even that; maybe she’d be up for a quick cuddle before Stephen arrived.

  I glanced towards the door. She was completely casual, lying on her side, propped on one elbow, her knees up, a slice of creamy flesh and the waistband of bright pink pants just showing between her jeans and her hoodie. All I needed to do was make the right move and those jeans would come down, her knickers too, the hoodie up, for a feel, maybe a lick.

  The low purr of a car from outside brought my dirty thoughts to an abrupt halt. Lilitu had pricked her ears up but not bothered to rise, so it had to be Stephen. Sure enough, I caught the heavy thump of the Jaguar’s door, the crunch of leaves from the yew avenue, and he appeared in the doorway. He gave me a big smile, the quality of which became abruptly quizzical as he laid eyes on Snaz. I could tell exactly what was going through his mind. He looked at me.

  ‘Sorry if I’m a little early. Shall I wait outside?’

  ‘No, don’t be silly. I’m ready, anyway, just about. Do you like it?’

  I gave him a twirl, which pulled the dress against my body, making it quite clear I was naked underneath. He swallowed and gave an appreciative nod. I sat back down at the table and started on my lips again. For a while he was silent, and when he did speak he sounded nervous.

  ‘I um . . . I was thinking of this rather nice little place I know in the Chilterns, very tucked away. I er . . . I don’t suppose you’d like to come along too, Snaz? That is, of course, if you . . . you don’t mind, Angel?’

  ‘Why? Do you want to take us into the woods and spank our naughty bottoms for us?’

  He went from pale to purple in maybe a second. Snaz burst out laughing as he began to stammer.

  ‘No. I . . . er . . . I just thought, that . . . well . . . maybe dinner?’

  Snaz shifted lazily on the bed.

  ‘Yeah, great, I’m up for that – if you’re cool, Dusk?’

  I hesitated, then gave a smile and a shrug in acquiescence. It was quite obvious that Stephen wanted to get us into bed together, and Snaz knew damn
well what was going on too. I could play dirty as well as either of them, so it was fine by me. Besides, if it did happen, there was just a chance he would end up getting rather more than he had bargained for. So might she.

  ‘Yeah, fine. Just let me sort my make-up and I’m with you. Borrow some gear if you like, Snaz.’

  Stephen was fiddling nervously with his tie and pretending to look out of the window as Snaz quite coolly kicked off her shoes, pushed her jeans down and peeled off her hoodie and top. She began to look through my stuff, crawling in nothing but a pair of pink panties and her bra. Stephen was getting redder and redder, but she took not the slightest notice, trying on one dress, then another, each time turning to admire herself in the mirror. On the second attempt she was satisfied, and after a moment patting her pink hair into place declared herself ready.

  We looked a fine pair of urchins: punky, Gothic, full of attitude and cheek, which was just how I wanted to feel. Stephen was wavering between embarrassment and arousal, and while he hustled us quickly into the Jaguar I did notice a passing man give him a look compounded of envy and disapproval. He responded with his blandest politician’s smile and quickly climbed into the driver’s seat.

  It was long drive, painfully slow up through east and north London, and not really picking up speed until we were well into the country. Snaz and I teased Stephen, not just by flirting with him and each other, but by talking about graff and shoplifting and all the other things to which he devoted so much professional disapproval. He’d been flustered and horny before we left, and he got worse, but we were well out in the country before he finally snapped. Snaz had found a soft spot, his car.

  ‘Yeah, right across the bonnet, Snaz and Dusk, big pink and gold dubs, and Witchz from Hell underneath, so’s everyone sees who’s done you.’

  He blew his breath out.

  ‘It shouldn’t be me who’s done, young lady, it should be you, and yes you would be on the bonnet of the car, bent over it for a spanking.’

  ‘Ooh! He’s threatening us, Dusk! Do you think he means it?’

  ‘Nah, he hasn’t got the guts.’

  ‘Haven’t I?’

  ‘No, you haven’t.’

  He didn’t answer. We were driving through a deep cutting, the sides dirty white chalk, with woods at the top on either side, so I knew it couldn’t be far to the restaurant. Sure enough, we turned off at the next exit, and immediately after, down a tiny lane between huge beech trees. A new piece of wickedness occurred to me.

  ‘Snaz, shall we tell the people at the restaurant that we’re his nieces?’

  She burst into giggles, but it was Stephen who answered.

  ‘Don’t you dare, and I mean that.’

  ‘Now he is threatening us, the big bully!’

  ‘What’re you going to do about it, Stephen?’

  ‘We’ll see, shall we?’

  He was pulling off even as he spoke, into the mouth of a track overgrown with weeds. There was sudden silence as the engine stopped. Stephen turned, his face flushed red, but grinning.

  ‘Out, both of you.’

  ‘Here? What are you going to do?’

  ‘What I said. Spank you over the bonnet.’

  ‘You are, are you?’

  ‘You and who else?’

  ‘I’m sure there are an awful lot of people who’d be only too glad to help me, railway staff for one. Now out you get.’

  ‘And if we don’t?’

  If his expression had hardened I’d have stuck to my guns, but it showed doubt for just one moment. I winked at Snaz.

  ‘Come on, girl, let’s let the poor old boy have his fun.’

  She made a face, a lot of her cheek gone even at the suggestion she be spanked, perhaps thinking of how far it was to get home. I took her hand and pulled her after me as I got out of the car. Stephen followed, taking his jacket off and laying it carefully on the roof. For all that I knew what I was doing, it was hard not to pout as I went to the bonnet and bent over. Snaz hesitated.

  ‘It’s a bit public, isn’t it?’

  Stephen answered her as he rolled his sleeve up.

  ‘Best get it over with quickly then.’

  She made a sulky face, still biting her lip in indecision. I gave her another, more urgent wink. She bit her lips, then came beside me, bending as I was, her hip just touching mine, her flesh warm through her thin dress. It was rather open, the car and high chalk banks concealing us from the road, but the old track disappearing behind us into the woods, our bums on plain view to anyone who came along it. Even Stephen glanced down it before he stepped up behind us.

  ‘Bottoms out.’

  We stuck our bums up. My tummy was tingling, and I felt a flush of shame as I made myself available for punishment.

  ‘Dresses up.’

  I shut my eyes as his fingers found the hem of my dress. Up it came, and I was bare, my naked bottom stuck out to the woods. I had to peep to watch Snaz given the same treatment, her face pink, giggling nervously as her panties came on show.

  ‘And I think we’d better have these knickers down.’

  Snaz gave a little gasp as her knickers were whipped smartly down, and we were both bare, and ready. Stephen didn’t waste time, taking her hard around the waist and laying on a volley of hard slaps, only a dozen or so, but enough to set her squealing and kicking her legs. Then he’d let go of her, I’d been grabbed, and I was given the same treatment, a dozen hard swats to set my bottom bouncing and leave me gasping and cursing him. Snaz was rubbing her bum, panties still down around her thighs, her flesh red and her face set in consternation.

  ‘Ow! That hurt, you pig!’

  Stephen’s answer was positively smug.

  ‘Well deserved.’

  He was trembling, his cock a hard bulge in his trousers, his face redder than ever. I stood, embarrassed, my bottom smarting, not sure if I wanted to slap him or go down on him. It might have happened, both of us with our bottoms rosy, Stephen hard and ready, but as a car drove past the moment was lost. Stephen climbed back in, starting the engine even as we followed.

  It had really put him in the mood, and I could see why, with two spanked girls in his car and the prospect of more later. Snaz was quiet and fidgety, unsure of herself in a way I’d only seen when she’d been hurt, and my own feelings were pretty mixed. I held her hand as we drove on, Stephen doubling back, and stopping after just a mile or so.

  As with all the places he took me, it was discreet, a little country pub that made an effort with its food and wine but was hardly going to attract anyone who might recognise him. We didn’t play the niece joke, and maybe it was because our bottoms were smacked, not for shame, but because I could feel the heat in my cheeks and pussy and it was making me horny.

  We ordered steaks and Stephen got us a bottle of strong red wine, declining any himself because he was driving. I needed it, and the first glass barely touched the sides of my throat, or the second. As soon as the bottle was empty Stephen ordered another, sweet this time, and even stronger, which Snaz and I downed as we tucked into sticky toffee puddings and ice-cream.

  Stephen was in a lavish mood, ordering us huge Irish coffees with whipped cream on top, another bottle of the sweet wine for the journey back, and one of brandy. He had us where he wanted us, horny and drunk, ready to play, and ready to do as we were told. I didn’t care, drinking from the bottle as we drove, in the back, warm and drunk and giggly, acutely aware of being bare under my dress, of my smacked bottom, of Snaz cuddled up beside me.

  The roads had cleared and we drove fast. In no time we were back among the lights of London, then pulling up outside All Angels. I was dizzy with drink. Snaz worse, leaning heavily on me and giggling at nothing as we staggered down the yew alley. Lilitu greeted us as we pushed into the vestry, whining softly and snuffling at our legs. I patted her head, holding the door as Snaz and Stephen came in, and pushing it to, almost.

  I knew what I wanted, and it was going to happen. Stephen was urgent, Snaz drunk and horny. I
let my hand stray to her bottom as we stepped fully inside, feeling one rounded, meaty cheek. She purred in response, called me a bad girl, and kissed me, full on my mouth. For a moment I let my mouth open beneath hers, tasting her lipstick and the sweet wine, then forced myself to pull away.

  ‘Not here. Michael might come over. Down in the crypt. Stephen, take the mattress.’

  He didn’t hesitate, spilling my things off it and dragging it through the door. I grabbed up the bags I wanted and my new black candles, and followed, nipping ahead of Stephen in the nave. Down in the crypt I began to set my candles out, spacing them beneath the goat’s head in a distorted pentacle. I could immediately feel O’Donnell’s presence, a gleeful lust urging me to be dirty, to indulge my darkest passions. I made a quick genuflection to the goat as Stephen and Snaz appeared with the mattress.

  ‘Put it here, Stephen, darling, and make yourself comfortable. Snaz and I are going to give you a little show.’

  I’d pulled the old chair up to the edge of the circle of candlelight as I spoke. With the mattress in place among the candles, Stephen sat down. Snaz threw herself on the mattress, her eyes glittering in the light, her mouth a little open, drunk and aroused, ready for sex. I poured a brandy, half a coffee mug full, and passed it to Stephen, bobbing him a curtsey as he took it. He replied with a cool, superior smile, and adjusted his cock in his trousers as I skipped away.

  ‘Come on, Snaz, let’s give him a good perve over us.’

  She was ready, opening her arms to take me in without the slightest hesitation. I kissed her mouth, cuddling into her, her body warm against mine, her breasts pressing to my chest. Folded in each others arms, our mouths came open together, kissing with real passion. I let my hand stray to her bottom, feeling the full softness of her cheeks and thinking of how she’d been spanked, her bottom bare in a lonely wood, and mine, side by side together. She responded, inching my dress up my legs, and higher. I paused, kneeling to pull it off, my sudden nakedness sending a new thrill through me. Snaz pulled me down, to kiss my face, my neck, my breasts, taking my nipples into her mouth.