Winifred found herself having more fun at the bar then she was expecting. She still wore her combat fatigues but the Brigadier was officially off the clock.
Beside her, Doris gave her an inquisitive look. “You and that young man seem to be getting along very well” she remarked.
“What young man?” Bambera asked.
“You know which one” she smirked.
Bambera blushed, unable to contain her smile. “Ancelyn? He’s…okay” she replied, sipping her drink. She could see the wife of her predecessor watching her about the corner of her eye, the redness in her cheeks growing pronounced. “He’s not as bad as I thought he was” she confessed.
Doris nodded. “I sometimes wonder what it is about a man in uniform that excites women like us” she mused.
Bambera laughed. “I wouldn’t call what Ancelyn wears a uniform. And its less about what he’s wearing that excites me” she whispered.
Doris perked up. “Oh? Do tell.”
Winifred grinned. “Let’s just say he can give as good as he gets” she smirked.
***
By that, the brigadier meant it was usually a battle between the pair of them in the bedroom. One where the Victor gets the spoils.
Their first scuffle at their first meeting really set the benchmark for the couple. Wrestling in the dirt got the knight very aroused and Winifred herself got a very good feeling when she managed to slap the cuffs on him.
Since then, every passionate embrace led to a battle of wits for dominance, which could get very aggressive and very steamy. The kiss would be intense as their tongues dueled one another relentlessly. Their clothes would be ripped away as the pair undressed each other in a hurry, eager to remove anything restricting their movement. They would tumble against walls slamming each other against furniture trying to pin the other one. Their groins would hump together through underwear or without. And when that underwear was gone, it was a race to get his cock in her vagina to begin fucking hard and fast. But the winner wasn’t decided until one of them got their opponent on the bed or the floor, pinned and helpless, usually with handcuffs or ropes restraining their wrists.
And more often than not, it was Winifred who came out on top.
The latest skirmish was such an example, with the brigadier pinning Ancelyn down with her on top, her hands holding his wrists, her smug grin inches from his face. “So much for the knight of the realm” she teased.
Ancelyn simply smiled back. He never grew frustrated when the woman bested him. It was a big turn on, leaving his erect and hard by the time she slips his wrists into cuffs to restrain ting to the bed. “You are a worthy opponent” he would say before capturing her lips, kissing her deeply before laying back so she could claim her prize. And her prize was him, however she wished to have him.
She had a particular favourite routine. She would kiss down his body, admiring his muscular chest before taking his erection into her mouth. She would suck that penis vigorously, making the man moaned and tremble, massaging his balls until they were ready to burst. But she wouldn’t let him burst yet. She liked to torment her lovers, leave them begging for more, desperate for something they can’t have. She would straddle them, tease them with her sexy athletic framed with its toned stomach and firm breasts, tantalizing them with her nipples before taking that cock and sinking down its thick shaft. Then she would ride them, slowly, fixing her eyes on theirs watching them stare up desperately until their hips would buckle trying to get more movement. She would hold them off for as long as she wished, torturing them with her powerful hips and tight walls, milking their dicks with rotating motions. She got off on the pleasure, drawn out and savored. And only when she had orgasmed would she bend down and be bouncing harder, giving them what they wanted.
She did the same with Ancelyn. Only he wasn’t like most lovers. He enjoyed the torture, aroused by a powerful woman riding him, watching her with adoration. She felt his affection and would sometimes uncuff him so he could take her onto her back, fucking her vigorously. They would make love hard and passionately until they both found climax. Sometimes it wouldn’t even get to the bed and she’d let him take her against a wall, from behind hard and fast. It all depended what mood they were in.
But she never let him win. She made sure she was in control. But he could see through the peri in stare whenever he had her pinned, had her breifly at his mercy. She would tremble with excitement, but her bottom lip, drip from between her legs. He knew one day he would best her and she would fall in love with him as he claimed his prize, dominating her body for his enjoyment. A woman who sought to be dominated was a common pleasure, but Winifred would make him earn that pleasure.
Someday, he will win this battle between them.
***
Winifred smirked, anticipating the day Ancelyn vanquished her in the bedroom. She looked forward to it. For now, she was content to drink as the reigning Victor with Doris and their young friends.
Speaking of which, where are Ace and Shou?
Doris looked at the empty table they were meant to be sitting at. “They must still be in the bathroom” she assumed.
Winifred looked at her watch. “How long have they been in there?”
She shrugged. “Fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty.”
The brigadier put her drink down on the table. “I should check make sure everything is alright” she said, excusing herself to enter the ladies toilet.
She stepped inside and scanned the bathroom. Immediately she heard noises coming from the toilet stalls, finding only one occupied. Furrowing her brow, she approached the closed door to investigate, tilting her head down to spy two pairs of feet under the door. The noises she heard sounded like gasps of pain, but before she could get worried they were followed by a moan and a squeal before the door rattled. She paused in front of the stall, listening to the erotic noises while watching the feet shuffle back and forth over a discarded biker jacket. She rolled her eyes and slipped into the neighboring stall, creeping up onto the toilet seat to peek over to the next one.
She found their two missing girls, one pressed up against the toilet door while the other fingered her front behind. “You like that?” Ace asked, molesting Shou’s breasts while her hand thrust into her ass.
The Asian woman whimpered, nodding her head. “Fuck me harder” she gasped, rubbing herself while arching her back.
Ace pulled her onto the toilet seat, reaching around to finger her pussy. The girl moaned, twisting her head to make out with the hot woman pleasuring her.
Winifred climbed down from her peeping spot and smirked. She marched out of the stall, made sure nobody else was around before banging on the door. “Open up. Now” she barked, grinning when she heard the shrieks from inside.
She waited by the sink for them to open the door and slip out with red faces, their clothes uneven and in a mess. She crossed her arms and looked at them while they looked down with embarrassment. “We weren’t doing anything” Shou muttered.
Winifred raised an eyebrow. “That’s not what I saw” she said.
Ace paled and gulped. “We were just…”
“Yes?”
She fell silent, mortified. “Please don’t tell anyone” Shou squeaked.
Winifred regarded them both. She had no intention about outing either of them. But a devious smile crossed her face. “On one condition” she said, deciding how to make this girls night more interesting.
***
Doris was delighted with the idea. She sat in the armchair on the private alcove Winifred scored for them from the landlord (in thanks for what occurred with Morgaine and her destroyer), sipping her drink while watching the two young woman tremble and moan in front of her. The dominant brigadier stood behind them, taking them both in her hands and fingering them senseless. “I haven’t had this much fun in ages” Doris chuckled.
“You’re welcome to participate if you’d like” Winifred offered.
She shook her head. “Oh no. Not for me I think. But you three have fun.”
Ace and Shou wasn’t sure how much fun they could have being humiliated like this. They were naked and bent over the table, side by side, and shaking like crazy. They had orgasmed twice from Winifred’s attention, which included a spanking and promised a fisting once she loosened them up. The two lesbians shared an apprehensive look as the women slipped her four fingers into their cunts, stretching them wider, preparing them for more.
They gripped the table hard. This was certainly a night none of them were going to forget.
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