The Widow's Web

 This was a story I wrote for a reader.

‘This resort used to be exclusive, but I can see that is out the door, Curve agent, known only by her code

name, The Black Widow said as she sat on the chaise lounge by the pool. 

‘You shouldn’t put yourself down like, there are plenty of people who will do it for you, I’m one,’  Curve agent Ramona said as she turned around to face the widow.

‘I take it this isn’t a social call?’ Ramona mused.

‘There’s a private cabana, up the trail, it's isolated so we won’t be disturbed and no one will hear you scream as I destroy the body of yours,’ the widow smiled.

‘Four this afternoon, don’t be late. I have a dinner date at six so that will give me plenty of time to refresh after a light workout.  See you then.’

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‘Apologies for not being on time, but men just can’t seem to get enough of me, I got stopped several times,’ Ramona smiled.  ‘Oh, sorry, my bad.  I’m guessing that might be a sore point with you,’ she added in a catty voice.

‘When you have a set of guns like these, they start the conversation for you.  The only time anyones at a loss for words is when they have something already in their face and this body seems to create a loss for words among male agents.  They just can’t get enough of me until, well, they’ve had too much of me,’ the widow shot back.

‘Male agents are easy, maybe that’s why you think you’re so good. Low hanging fruit is the easiest to pick.  Female agents are much more interesting, just a tad more difficult than men, but not much, after all, they might have similar equipment, but it's nowhere near as developed.  I’ve lost count of the number of female agents I’ve wrapped around my thumb and other parts of me for fun and pleasure before disposing of them, again, for fun and pleasure,’ Ramona boasted as she stepped closer to the Widow and flexed her form while running her hands up and down it.  ‘Go ahead, it's free to touch, well. At least the first time, after that, I make no guarantees.’

‘Why would I when I have all this to cover,’ the Widow smiled, pushing her body against Ramona’s.  Firm and fatal, but fantastic to hold,’ she added.  Mmmm, you’re not without promise girl,’ the Widow cooed as her hands caressed Ramona’s torso drawing her opponent to caress hers.

‘Same, but I actually prefer my own body, I mean you can’t improve upon perfection,’ she whispered in the Widow’s ear before pulling the strings on her bikini bottom.  ‘Opps!  How did that happen,’ Ramona said, her tongue flicking in the Widow’s ear.

‘Turnabout is fair play,’ the Widow said as Ramona lost her bottoms then her top.  ‘It’s good to be free, I love no restrictions, let’s an agent truly express herself.’

‘I agree, so be free,’ Ramona added as the Widow was rendered nude.  Hands explored each other, each offering compliments about how good the other was but still not quite as good as they were.  Each could never get the other truly under their sway so they had to push it to the next level.  

Each one tried a series and spins, kicks, punches and holds, all would have been completely successful on a standard agent, but, Curve agents, they were a cut above so all they duo managed to accomplish was to wet each other in their labours, their bodies damp  and glistening from the effort.  

The Widow stepped back and smiled, she could smell the arousal of her opponent and knew just how to use her experience to take and gain the upper hand.  Her fingers slowly circled her nipples, wicking away the perspiration with tiny flicks of her nails until and had the attention captured fully in her opponent's face.  

‘Mmmmm, you taste salty and sweet, just as a good girl should,’ she seductively offered as her hand reached out, grabbed the ponytail of Ramona, curled her hand into it and pulled her close before a hand slammed into her paradise.  ‘Pussy Punch,’ she said as Ramona winched but then soon found her orbs in the clutches of the woman’s hands.  

‘The Widow pulled back, but Ramona spun her about and pulled her back into her chest pressing them together where one hand found a breast, the other surrounded her paradise.  The Widow threw her head back over the shoulder of Ramona, turned her head and lightly bit her neck.  

‘I’m impervious to the escape attempt of my Sandtrap Stimulation.  As the Widow weakened, she was bent over herself and Ramona gleefully watched her head slip into the deadly confining suffocation of her breasts.  The Widow bucked for a few moments as she fought for air before slowly pulling herself out and smiling.  

‘The glasses not only make me look great, they are also a handy weapon.  A needle in the arm, releases upon pressure injecting my victim with a muscle relaxant, Curve strength of course,’ she smiled as Ramona fell from her arms to the floor where the Widow quickly joined her.  

‘Such as waste not to taste victory before the final bell,’ she said as she kissed Ramona who was helpless to return the favour.  As sweet as I thought, but nowhere near as sweet as victory will be.  It's one thing, as we told each other, to beat a normal agent, but to achieve victory over another Curve, that is the ultimate prize and you my dear are a prize to be savoured,’ she added, kissing her softly again while a hand massaged her paradise.  

‘Do what you want with me, but don’t kill me, please,’ Ramona begged as the Widow slipped her powerful legs around her opponent's waist.  

‘That’s the game we play baby, you know that, but if you're worried about a quick demise, don’t, as I said, you’re to be savoured.  A taste of my lips on yours, the curl of my tongue against yours, the feel of my constrictors wrapped and squeezing about your torso and just as an added bonus, the Widow smiled picking up her bikini top and wrapping it about the neck of Ramona, then pulling tight so that the to cups covered her nose.’  The smell of me right to the end.  

‘Please, please, Ramona whimpered a little as the top and legs got tighter about her.  

‘Hush sugar.  The widow needs to feed,’ she said closing her lips around her victims.