Lucy Salisbury - S is for Spanking

She giggled, which meant she knew what I meant and wasn’t as sweet and innocent as she looked.

‘Pussy as currency.’

Her voice was soft, wistful even, and I found myself slightly shocked, for all that I’d been thinking almost exactly the same thing.

‘You bad girl!’

She’d gone pink, but she’d caught the tone of my voice just as I’d caught hers, and went on.

‘We haven’t any money, so what else are we supposed to pay with?’

I nodded, then swallowed the sudden lump in my throat. Maybe it comes of living a secure life, maybe it’s the way I can’t help but link sex and shame, but I’ve always found the idea of having to prostitute myself appealing. Wendy seemed to be the same, but I wasn’t sure how far she’d go.

‘You wouldn’t dare.’

‘Would you?’

I made a face at her. She’d put the ball straight back in my court, neither of us wanting to be the first to admit to being capable of actually doing anything so inappropriate.

‘We could always ask. Maybe he’d be nice about it, or maybe …’

She smiled as I trailed off, perhaps thinking the same as I was, that maybe he was the sort of dirty bastard who’d put us on our knees together, side by side as we worked on his cock and balls with our mouths and lips and tongues. Without speaking again we climbed down the stile and ran on, angling down towards the valley. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, let alone if I would dare to actually proposition the farmer, with or without Wendy there, but even to be heading towards him felt brave and naughty, a pleasant combination after my earlier feelings.

We soon lost sight of the men, then of Stacey and Juliette, with the flank of the hill sheltering us from the high ground. I was half hoping the farmer would drive away in a different direction, allowing me to escape my decision without losing face in front of Wendy, but he’d stopped beside the little stream at the bottom of the valley and was pouring what was presumably tea into the lid of a thermos. As we drew closer I saw that he was quite young, maybe younger than me, but well built, with a mop of untidy black hair and several days’ worth of stubble, giving him just the sort of rough edge I’ve never been able to resist. Even then I’d have run past with just a nod, only he was far less shy.

‘Morning, girls, out for a run? Time to stop for a dish of tea?’

I came to a halt, leaning my hands on my knees for a moment to get my breath back and let Wendy catch up before I spoke.

‘Thank you, that would be lovely. It’s hot.’

He nodded, his eyes flicking from my face to my chest, where my nipples showed stiff through my top, then to Wendy, who was in a similar condition although she at least had a bra on. I accepted the thermos lid and took a swallow before passing it to Wendy as he went on.

‘I don’t get it myself, all this running about. I get enough of that working.’

It was just the feed I needed, and I couldn’t resist.

‘We’re on a sort of exercise, but I’d much rather hitch a ride on your quad bike.’

He seemed to think about it.

‘Where to?’

‘Fur Tor, it’s …’

‘Oh I know Fur Tor, right up on the tops, that is. I can take one of you, two if the other doesn’t mind clinging on the back.’

I gave the quad bike a dubious look. It was a big square thing, obviously designed for agriculture rather than sport, with plenty of room for a pillion passenger and even a low rail to cling on to, but anybody standing on the ledge at the back while it went over rough ground was almost certainly going to end up getting thrown off.

‘Perhaps one of us could sit on your lap?’

Wendy shot me a meaningful glance, which he didn’t see. I hadn’t expected him to proposition us on the spot, as few men are that rude, but there was no mistaking his tone as he answered.

‘I can’t say I mind a pretty girl on my knee, if it’s alright with you? I’m John, John Runyon.’

‘Lucy, how d’you do? This is my friend Wendy.’

I was far from sure of myself, but excited, and fairly certain that if I showed the slightest interest I was going to end up riding more than just the quad bike. He was keen to go too, and no surprise, with Wendy’s thighs spread across his backside and my bottom perched on his leg, so close in that I could feel the bugle of his cock and balls beneath his trousers. I couldn’t even move, or he’d have been unable to drive properly, and from the moment we set off the vibration of the engine and the motion of the bike on the rough ground had my bottom bouncing on his leg and his cock rubbing against my crotch.

He didn’t say anything, at first, beyond laughing or cursing as he negotiated obstacles, but I could feel him getting hard against my thigh. Obviously he knew, and he must have guessed that I knew, because as we reached a narrow part of the valley he came to a halt, his voice full of embarrassment as he spoke.

‘I suppose you’ll be wanting to get off? I’m sorry, only some things a man can’t help.’

In my fantasies the men were always assertive, even downright rude, ordering me to get down on their cocks or down from the cab, but it was far easier to respond to his shy, almost apologetic manner.

‘I don’t mind at all, really. In fact, it only seems fair, as you’re taking us all the way to Fur Tor, that we ought to, er … pay …’

My face was hot with blushes and I couldn’t bring myself to finish, but Wendy was no better. I was hoping he’d realise and take control of the situation, but unfortunately he wasn’t very quick on the uptake.

‘Oh no, I couldn’t take any money.’

I had to do it, and I was red-faced and babbling as I replied.

‘I mean pay by … by being nice to you, and anyway, if you’re getting … getting a bit of a problem, it only seems sensible for us to help you with it, and fair.’

His eyes had gone round.

‘You’re offering me a hand job?’

I nodded, reaching out to squeeze him through his trousers, only for Wendy to interrupt.

‘Er … shouldn’t we get up to Fur Tor first, Lucy? Otherwise the others will beat us.’

‘Are you in a race?’ John asked as his hand closed on top of mine. ‘I’ll get you there, but you don’t do this to me and leave me. I’ve got to come.’

He was certainly hard enough, and I glanced at my watch, then at Wendy.

‘I’ll get him off. You pose for him or something.’

‘No! I’ll get him off. You can pose!’

‘OK, but …’

I’d been massaging John’s cock through his trousers as we spoke and his voice was little more than a moan as he cut in.

‘Just pull your tops up, that’ll be fine, and you can both do it, but let’s get out of sight first.’

We stopped just a few feet away from a stand of rocks and quickly moved in among them, not completely sheltered but probably safe for a few minutes. I could see Wendy’s point about hurrying and didn’t waste any time, quickly tugging my top up to bare my breasts as John pulled his cock and balls free of his fly. Wendy hesitated only a moment before she too pulled her upper clothes high, exposing two rounded, pale boobs, both splashed with freckles. I already had John in hand, tugging on his stiff shaft, and she took hold of his balls. His hand went around our waists, then lower, pushing into the back of my shorts, and Wendy’s, to squeeze and stroke our bottoms as we masturbated him.

I wanted my shorts down, and I wanted to suck, so I quickly got to my knees, stripping myself behind as Wendy took hold of his erection and opening my mouth to let her guide it in. John gave a deep moan for the feel of his cock in my mouth and Wendy giggled to see me so urgent and so dirty, her eyes full of laughter and mischief as she masturbated him in time to the motions of my sucking. I was wishing we had more time, so that I could suck him properly, and perhaps more, maybe even find an excuse to play with Wendy, but I knew we had to hurry. My hand went to his balls, I slid one finger between his muscular bum cheeks and I found his anus, teasing the tiny hole even as I wondered at my own filthy behaviour.