Maria wasn't. She stormed into my office an hour later, brandishing her mobile phone. "Have you heard?" she shouted.

I nodded, laughing. "Best get that backside of yours warmed up, honey," I teased. "Big Pamela's gunning for you, and she packs a smack, let me tell you."

"No bloody chance! She's not won. All she's done is fuck him! That's not the point at all: the point is to deliver them into our trap. That's when one of us wins, not when we get them to wiggle their little hard-ons at us. Jesus, where's the challenge in that? Get a guy to fuck you? May as well give a prize for making a bird sing, or a dog piss against a lamppost. It's nature."

I had to agree with her, but I wasn't about to admit it. She was frighteningly sexy when she was angry, her black hair flouncing around her head and eyes blazing with indignation. She had lips - pouty and crimson red - which demanded to be kissed, and I rose to appease her. Gently drawing my lips to hers, I kissed softly, patting her backside and stroking my hand up her side to her breast. We stared at one another, the anger in her eyes subsiding as desire grew.

"There, there," I soothed, "don't get so agitated." She relaxed and returned my kiss, her tongue flicking against mine and body pressed towards me, hands sliding around my waist and gripping my buttocks. "It's still not fair," she breathed.

I pressed my hand to her breast, stroking my thumb over her growing nipple. "I know." Her breath, hot and sweet against my cheek, was sending shivers through my body. "Tell you what: Pamela managed to lay Nigel within three hours of starting work. You start work at four: if you can conquer little Stephen within three hours...

"I win."

"No, not necessarily." I had unbuttoned her blouse and my fingers slid her bra over her right breast, revealing it to my gaze. It was firm and round, her nipple dark, upturned invitingly towards me. I stroked it, longing to take it into my mouth and kiss. "But if you can do it, we'll change the rules so that the winner is the first to deliver their man into our trap."

"Deal."

Resistance was pointless: Maria's body summoned me and I answered its call. I lowered my head and kissed her, sucking her nipple into my mouth and biting gently. She tasted of peaches and felt like warmed marble. She was irresistible: poor Stephen had no chance against her. Reluctantly, I drew myself away from her breast and looked into her eyes. "I want you to fuck him here, though."

"Here?" "Mmm, on my desk." I returned once more to her breast, dragging my tongue across it, feeling the nipple grow harder.

Maria's breathing was erratic. She stroked my hair, pressing me to her as my tongue rolled round and round her areola. She sighed. "Okay."

"And I want to come in and catch you." I sank to my knees and raised her skirt over her thighs, revealing her panty-less crotch. She was hairless and beautiful and I kissed reverently.

"No problem."

I knew it wouldn't be. I had faith in Maria, and I knew that young Stephen, only eighteen and probably a virgin, would be no match for her scheming ways. I gripped her thighs and pulled her towards me, tongue outstretched. It stroked the length of her lips, my head pressing against her thighs for access. She parted her legs accommodatingly and I darted forward, my tongue sliding between her lips, feeling the first trace of moistness from her. I breathed her aroma and tasted her juice, nibbling gently on her right lip and sucking it into my mouth. After a couple of minutes, she was wet, her lips engorged, inviting my tongue between them, inside her.

I sank to the floor and lay on my back, arms gesturing up towards her. She stood above me and smiled, before bending to her knees and straddling my face. Edging into position, she remained poised above me, her slit tantalisingly close.

"Give me it," I told her. "I want it. Now."

She nestled forward, dropping on to my waiting mouth, her pussy resting graciously against my lips. I gripped her buttocks and pulled her towards me, fixing my mouth around her clitoris. My tongue flicked up and round, circling it as I drew it inside me, sucking, gently at first and then harder, harder. Maria shook and shivered as the pain and the beauty mingled, as darts of emotion, too raw to classify, spurred through her. I felt an animal lust whip through me, all thoughts of tender lovemaking overwhelmed by the urge to suck, the imperative to make her come. Maria fell forward onto her hands, her body flattened against my face, suffocating me, but I didn't care. Her hardened clitoris was in my mouth, on fire, and I sucked harder and harder, listening to her breath, to the sighs and cries, to the yells as I bit and the croons as I licked. Her hips were grinding against me, the lower reaches of her stomach covering my eyes, blinding me to everything but the moment of ecstasy unfolding in my mouth. My jaw ached, but I licked and sucked, onwards and onwards, while Maria's disjointed cries gradually settled in to a rhythm, the rhythm which would lead her to her climax.

"Yes, yes, yes," she sighed as I sucked and caressed. Her buttocks tightened and I felt her muscles tense as the climax began to wash over her. She lost control of her senses and lay against me, a dead weight, as the waves flushed through her body, on and on, seemingly forever. Finally, I felt her relax, her legs parting and weight lifting from my face. Above me, red and soaking, was the most beautiful pussy in the world, one I had just made love to, and which had made love to me.

I smiled. "Well," I said, "I think that's you primed and ready for action."