4 comments/ 27431 views/ 0 favorites Heat in the Heart of Texas By: voluptuary_manque Part I Melody watched the fields of Black-eyed Susans, Indian paintbrush and prairie broomweed flash by. Behind them the live oaks provided a somber green backdrop to the vibrancy of July in central Texas. She glanced down for the nth time at the dinner gown she'd bought for the occasion. Its deep red sequins set off the dark honey of her skin and the color was repeated in the dangling chains of garnets around her throat and below her ears. She fiddled with the necklace nervously. "Is this party absolute necessary, Scotty?" Her husband's face turned wistful. She could see that he was making some effort to keep his pale eyes on the road. Obviously, he would rather look at her. "Sweetheart, I only see three options. We go to the party and embrace the corporate culture or I kiss off any chance of promotion or I go find an entirely new job. The last would be desperate in this economy even if my particular set of skills were more general. The second would hurt a lot in the long run since the real perks and profit sharing start at the next level above mine. And the first worries you. So right now I'm just the pilot. The car is going to the Perkins' ranch. Unless you give me firm direction otherwise, it keeps going." His wife chewed her lips. Scott was right. It had been hard enough for him to land a job doing what he knew well and everything about the company had seemed almost too good to be true, at least at first. Then, quietly, they had started hearing about the 'corporate culture', especially about the parties the CEO and his wife threw. Somehow Scott had managed to get employed by a bunch of swingers and anyone who had any plans for advancement was expected to play with them. "Don't you know any details? I mean, will there be an orgy?" "No, I don't think so. All the men were told to reserve rooms in the better class of motel in the area. At least all the—uh—playtime will be in private." He ran a hand through his blond crew-cut. "Other than that it's as much a mystery to me as it is to you. I've been told not to worry and that nothing bad ever happens. I don't know what that means but I can say that I did some checking. PW Associates seems to be an unusually stable company and so are its people. According to what I can find no one ever seems to leave the company or get divorced despite the way they behave. Go figure." Melody smiled ruefully. "I guess that's some consolation. At least I won't lose you to some red-haired siren." "Fat chance of that! This white boy has a real preference to dark meat, my lady, especially yours." ***** The heat still shimmered on the pavement when they turned up the 'driveway' to the ranch house. White rail fences kept fat Hereford cattle and sleek quarter-horses off the gravel and huge, old pecan trees shaded their route. Evening may have been approaching but it was still hot. Scott parked the car in the wide turn around that fronted the ranch house. Melody thought that for people who were as rich as the Perkins, the house was remarkably unpretentious and homey. True, it had two and a half stories and the front porch was as large as some entire lots but the white clapboards and green shutters spoke of a casual life style that made her fear that she might have over-dressed for the occasion. The worry was relieved the instant the front door opened and Eva Perkins swept the couple up in an enthusiastic hug. "Darlin's, we're so glad you made it. Melody, what a wonderful dress! When things settle down just a bit you must tell me where you got that. I'd need a different color, of course, but the cut and those sequins? Girl, you are a sight to behold. Why you may even take some of these dirty old men's attention away from Sonya. She's the pregnant one in yellow satin? Over by the bar? Just look at all those lechers droolin' over the little thing. It's almost enough to make me want another baby—almost! Scott, honey, take your gorgeous wife around and introduce her." The modest sized crowd could only be described as brilliant. Every woman, no matter the age, seemed to be svelte and fit and if there was even one man who didn't spend at least an hour each day in the gym, he was well-hidden. Tuxedos fit close and gowns sparkled though Melody had to observe that a number of those dresses either defied gravity or were held on with costume adhesive. Cleavage and plunging backs seemed the order of the night and there were plenty of hems slit to the waist, as well. If she had any doubts as to the nature of the group, the overt sexuality of the other women made short work of them. Even Sonya Kwan, well into her second trimester, wore her belly like a pair of 'fuck me' heels. The evening's heat wasn't just meteorological. After her second glass of fine champagne, Melody began to relax and enjoy herself. The men drifted off to talk about deer hunting, dogs, college football and the Cowboys' chances for the coming season. The women clustered in little groups where the conversation started with clothes, children and the impossibility of husbands but soon worked its giggling way down to who did what in the bedroom. After an hour or so of conversation and hors d'oeuvres a bell sounded and the crowd flowed out onto the veranda next to the Olympic-sized pool. It was at that time that Melody felt a tap on her elbow. Scott's cubicle partner, Annabel Sanchez, leaned in close and spoke softly in her ear. "Nervous, Melody?" "Well—yes. Maybe even whatever is the next step up from nervous." "I understand. It's your first time here. And to be honest, I am too, always. This is a good company and a great bunch of people but there are just some men in the crowd I really would rather not have inside me. I've become quite the ace blow-job artist because of it and no one has ever complained but I think you will find that this helps, it really does." She held up a squeeze bottle to her nose and put a quick sniff up each nostril. She handed it to Melody. "Here, it's called PL-6983. The stuff is the only real aphrodisiac in the world. Believe me, honey, it works! You take a good sniff in each nostril now and by the time you need it, you'll be ready." Hesitantly, Melody complied. It felt like the sort of nasal spray she used when she had a cold. There was no scent, no sensation of any kind. Hmpf! It's probably a placebo. I'll have better luck with the champagne. Eva stood up on a platform and rang the bell a second time. "Now have all the gentlemen surrendered their car keys? Yes? Good. Just to remind everyone how it works, I've put all the keys into this big black fish bowl with the velvet over the top? I've got all the ladies names in this little ol' bucket over here? As I call your name, girls, you come on up and reach into the bowl, take out the set of keys and hold it up high in the air so the men can see. The owner of the keys will come up and claim both the keys and you. Those of you usin' the bedrooms here can just strip down at once but I'd suggest that those whose lovers-for-the-night have rooms down the road should keep your clothes on, at least until you get inside?" There was a titter of laughter and then Eva called out, "Gloria Fredericks." A tall, slim brunette walked briskly up to the bowl and pulled out a set of keys with a three-pointed star. She held it up and three men leaned forward but only one smiled broadly. "Ah, Gloria my dear, we couple again. And I just happen to have dibs on the bedroom upstairs under the gable." He walked up to her with his hand out. She dropped the keys into his open palm and then, smiling, reached up behind her neck. Unfastening the catch, she let her gown drop to the pavement, unhooked her bra from between her delicate breasts and pushed her panties down to her ankles. Now naked she too held out her hand and together they walked back into the house. Melody gulped. What surprised her most was how calmly the woman had taken it. She had actually stripped down naked in front of a bunch of people that her husband worked with or that she worked with and walked off to be screwed by a man chosen completely at random. This was not the way she understood swingers to operate. At least they usually got to know each other first. But then, the man had said something about "couple again" so perhaps they did know each other, at least in the Biblical sense. "Sally Ann McDermott" A compact woman with smile lines, a silver page-boy and a remarkable décolletage reached into the bowl and pulled out a set of keys that Melody found familiar. "Uh, those would be mine." Scotts discomfort was palpable. "Why Scotty," Sally Ann exclaimed with a grin, "what a nice surprise! Are you upstairs, too? No? Well, then," she put an arm through his, "we'll just wander off to your motel together? I can't wait to be your first company lover." "Don't worry, Melody," Annabel whispered in her ear, "Sally will take good care of your man and send him home ready to do you tomorrow night. It's a talent she has." "Annabel Sanchez!" Annabel pulled a set of keys from the bowl and grinned when a patrician voice announced, "Those are mine." "Oh! Mr. Perkins, this is an honor. And I assume we will be using the master suite?" She started to undo her clothing even before the company president retrieved his keys. Mr. Perkins inclined his head in affirmation and when Annabel was completely naked tucked her arm through his elbow and started for the back of the house. By now Melody was more intrigued than alarmed. In fact, the whole idea was getting interesting, somehow. She was not sure why, maybe the growing tingle between her thighs had something to do with it. "Melody O'Keefe." She squeaked just a bit and clapped her hand over her mouth. This is it. I just hope he isn't someone yucky. Forcing one foot to go in front of the other Melody put a trembling hand into the bowl and pulled out a set of keys. She noted absently that the key was old, had wings and said 'Jaguar' on the face. "Well, this is my lucky day." A compact man with a thin mustache walked up to her and with a bow held out his hand for the keys. "Darlin', I have a room not ten minutes down the road so if you will just come with me to the roadster? And allow me to introduce myself, I am Coral Lafayette." "P-pleased to meet, you," Melody stammered. And since it seemed the proper etiquette for this kind of encounter, she put her arm through his and let herself be led away. Coral put his left hand softly on hers and took her over to a Jaguar CK 120 painted a dark British racing green. He opened the passenger door and gallantly bowed her in. She flushed darkly in response. He certainly seems like a nice man, and a rather attractive one, too. Maybe this won't be too terrible. The tingling in her loins increased. Maybe it will even be fun. The thought made her blush even more. As they motored down the road, the growl of the engine and the vibration of the tight suspension reinforced the tingling. Melody was perspiring slightly and it was not just from the heat. "I've taken the liberty of making sure the room isn't too cold, darlin'. I don't know about you but I hate making love with cold hands." That brought Melody up short. He actually said 'making love' not 'having sex' or 'screwing' or 'bonking' or 'humping' or any of the other blunter ways of describing the act. "You—you really mean make love?" "Oh yes. You see, darlin', this goes back to when Mr. Perkins and the late Mr. Wallace were fighter pilots over Viet Nam. Thunderchiefs were havin' a terrible war and getting' shot down somethin' awful. Eventually the Air Force came up with a technical solution. Before that the pilots were frettin' about their wives bein' left widowed with no one to take care of them. So they revived a tradition that began in WWII, the car key party. It sort of bonded the squadron together real close and made sure that any widow still had a 'family' to take care of her and her children. When Mr. Perkins and Mr. Wallace started this company they decided to do the same thing. We don't just jump into bed for recreational sex, Melody. We make love and care for each other. I think it's the glue that makes PW Associates the business power that it has become." "The PWA management is all in love with each other?" "Absolutely, darlin', and my object tonight is to make you love me and to love you. And here we are at the motel where it all begins." He pulled into the parking place in the rear of the lodge and handed her out of the car then, as he keyed open the room, wrapped his hand around her one bare shoulder and caressed her back. Her skin was slick with perspiration and he ran his hand down farther to gently cup one buttock and propel her into the room. Melody found herself trembling as he drew her against him with a smile. The warmth and the scent of his body seeped into her and she laid her head on his chest, surprised at her feelings. Yes, he did seem to be a man both nice and attractive. She wriggled just a little in his arms. "Melody, we've got about an hour before everyone is due back at the ranch. That will be long enough for me to make love to you twice." He bent his head down to sniff her hair and then her shoulder. "Darlin' you have the most provocative perfume on tonight. Frangipani is the most erotic scent I know. Let me taste you." And he took the shell of her ear in his lips and sucked. Melody had been snuggling until now but at that gesture she suddenly pressed her body hard against his. Damn, Annabel was right. That stuff she gave me works. I want him, Annabel, just like you said I would. I want him inside me! Coral ran his hands down her sides and slid them into the slits of her skirt. She smiled as she felt him take her thong in both hands and pull it down over her ass and let it drop to the carpet. He stroked the stockings on her thighs. "And those panties are mine. It's traditional to take your lover's underwear home and add it to your collection. Mmmm, you just leave those stockin's on, honey, and the opera gloves, too. Women do look so elegantly sexy in stockings, gloves and jewelry. Let me see if you are ready, yet." His hand ran down the curve of her belly and his fingers found her sex, already swollen and wet. "Well how 'bout that. Our little new girl is already in the spirit of the game." Melody raised the fingers of his other hand to her lips and nipped the tips. "Yes, Coral, I'm ready, really ready. Undress me, Coral, then lay me down and love me, love me hard." He smiled and unfastened the hook at her shoulder, pulled the front strap from the back and pushed it off and down her body. "Mercy, Melody, no bra? And waxed smooth? Were you lookin' forward to tonight or do you always go out this way?" She blushed again. "Uh—I don't know. I wasn't really looking forward to tonight but I guess I just thought it was the right look?" "It's a wonderful look, darlin', and now it's time for you to get in bed." Melody lay down in the center of the king-size bed, her dark skin against the white sheets and watched Coral take off his tuxedo. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth curled up at the corners. She ran her tongue across her lips. Coral was definitely fit and she was happy to see that he wore a well-filled pouch instead of plaid boxers. Then he was beside her on the sheets. When he leaned down to smell her perfume again Melody ran her tongue along his neck, savoring the slightly musky flavor of his skin and the salt of his sweat. One hand palmed her breast, warm to the touch, and tweaked the nipple. She twitched in melting response. "I'm ready for you, Coral," she whispered, "all wet and slippery. I want you inside me all hard and eager. Love me, Coral, love me hard." He rolled over on top of her and she lifted her knees. The blunt knob of his cock pressed against her sex and slid in. Melody gave a little moan and a sigh. She pushed her hips up. "Oooh! Pound me into the mattress, Coral. I want you so bad." He smiled and began to drive in and out. She looked into his eyes as he thrust. As the excitement rose she felt like he was drawing her up into his eyes, pulling her soul up to blend with his. Melody had felt like this the first time Scott made love to her, marking her as his forever she thought. Now she knew that he was just the first of her loves. How many more might there be she could not know but she was sure there would be many. I'm going to be shared. My lovers will hand me from one to the next and when it's my turn, I'll strip naked in front of the company and go off to be fucked just like Gloria and Annabel did. It's my fate. I can feel it. Her tension rose until it was unbearable and when the orgasm hit she screamed. Coral smiled, the sweat dripping from his face onto her breasts. He reached back and pulled her knees up against her chest and drove deep into her body finally jetting his seed into her with a roar. ***** She lay spooned against his chest and belly, humming contentedly in the afterglow. His hand absently stroked her breasts and ran down her belly then circled her hip and started over again. Nothing makes me feel safer than a man's arms around me. She began to understand what Coral meant when he had said he wanted to make love to her to make her love him. It was working. Her hand wandered back behind her to cup the smooth skin over his balls. "Coral?" "Hmmm?" " Do people in the company ever—I mean, do they meet—uh, informally. Like outside the company parties?" "Well, there a few couples we see privately. We just leave the kids with a baby-sitter and get together somewhere we can trade off for a while. I guess that means the answer is 'yes'. Why?" "Because—because I don't want to have to wait a whole year to be with you again, that's why. And I was hoping that maybe Scott would like your wife or something?" Coral pushed his hips against her butt. She felt a stirring under her hand. Her eyes grew wide again. "Oh, you won't have to wait a year, darlin'," he whispered, "In fact, you won't have to wait five minutes. How about you just get your pretty little self up on your hands and knees, hmm?" Melody complied at once. She felt him get between her shins and run his hands all over her bottom before stroking her labia with his cockhead. She shut her eyes and dropped her head to the mattress with a smile on her face. He entered her all in a rush and she moaned. Then a sharp slap on her butt made her squeal. "Coral!" He spanked her on the other side and then set up a rhythm. Thrust, slap, thrust, slap. The pressure inside her and the sharpness of the spanking were a new set of sensations. After a couple of protests, Melody stopped her complaints and the squeals turned to excited whimpering. The heat on her buttocks was spreading down between her thighs until she cried out just as Coral grabbed her hips and with a final shove filled her again with his semen. He leaned over her back and whispered, "I love you, sweet Melody." ***** When they returned to the ranch house, most of the other couples were cuddling together. Sally Ann sat on Scott's lap. She was naked again and had pulled his shirt off, stroking and caressing his chest and running her face against his. Coral sat down next to him and pulled Melody onto his thighs, deliberately pulling her dress up to show that her panties were safely stowed elsewhere, probably in his coat pocket. "Is she as good as he is?" Sally Ann asked with a leer. Melody blushed again as Coral responded. "She's a definite hottie, Sally Ann. The O'Keefes are gonna fit right in with PW Associates. The naughty thing even asked if people in the company ever met outside of official functions." Sally Ann reached over and tapped Melody on the tip of her nose. "See, darlin', it's like I told your hubby. We're not fuck-buddies here, we're lovers, all of us. And yes, we do meet 'informally' on occasion. So the next time I feel like bein' shared by some stalwart men, I'll make sure you bring your Scott along. You just make sure you get your share of sharin', too." Heat in the Heart of Texas ***** On the way home, Scott ran his hand along Melody's thigh. She grabbed his wrist and guided it between her legs and against her mons. "Now don't start that, Melody. After having Sally Ann twice tonight, I'm not up for more." "Then I guess I'll just have to have 'sausage' for breakfast, studly one. Mmmm, that feels good. So, when do we throw a party?" Part II After the maid had poured the coffee, Melody watched her retreating form. A hundred years ago, I'd have been her leaving instead of me sitting here. And two hundred years ago, I'd have been here because the Perkins would have bought me! She lifted the porcelain to her lips and took a tentative sip. It was superb but that was only to be expected from her hostess. The Perkins town home was a far cry from the deliberate informality of their ranch. Melody had made sure that she was properly decked out in a well-cut suit for the visit but still felt under-dressed among the Louis XIV furniture and carefully chosen art. Fortunately, Eva Perkins was just as warm and embracing here as she was out in the country. "Okay, ladies, now that it's just the three of us, I really need reports back from you on your first night with your new company lovers." Sally Ann McDermott dropped a lump of sugar into her cup. "I don't think there is anything to worry about, Eva. Melody's man was so sweet and shy I felt like a school girl on a first date. I could tell he really wasn't happy about taking me to the motel and leaving his wife behind but a little reassurance (and the PL-6983) soon had him raring to go." "And he came twice?" "Oh, yes. Normal, healthy male response. I understand when Melody teased him on the way home he begged off because he didn't think he was good for a third?" Melody blushed, her dark honey skin darkening further. "Yes, he did. But when we woke up the next morning I got some serious 'sausage' for breakfast with my coffee. He was really ardent. I think he was trying to make up for having had Sally Ann the night before." "And were you 'specially ardent to make up for submittin' to Coral?" Eva's tone was gentle and she put her hand on Melody's. Melody sucked her lower lip in and chewed on it. "I feel like I should say 'yes' but that wouldn't be honest. I loved it, of course. Scotty is a wonderful lover and he makes me cum every time. Sometimes, like if he's been gone for a while, he can send me into those continuous, rolling orgasms? Those are special times. But for some reason I didn't feel any guilt or regret about the night before. I mean, shouldn't I? But Coral was so gentle, at least the first time, and so sweet and considerate. He made love to me. We didn't have sex, we made love and it made me love him, too." "Well, good. That is what's supposed to happen." Eva sat back in her wingback chair with a satisfied look on her face. "We learned that back in the Air Force. To make someone love you, you have to make love. Just jumpin' on and getting sweaty don't cut it, ladies. There has to be emotional attachment, especially if you're tryin' to get pair bondin' extended to a group. And, of course, that's the secret behind PW Associates' management success. We are family." "I'm not sure Scotty has gotten that, yet," Sally Ann raised a silver eyebrow, "but it's only a matter of time. Melody, you can help, of course. Since you have bonded with Coral already you can encourage Scott when it comes time for us to all play together again. Just make sure you don't seem too eager to get him out of the way. He may take that badly and he's so good at his job we really don't want to lose the boy. What a synthesist!" "I—I did broach the idea of our having a small party at our house." Melody was hesitant. "Coral and Sally Ann both said that sometimes people get together informally? Aside from the main key parties at the ranch?" "Melody honey, that would be a wonderful idea. And if I may be helpful, do make them small at first. I think you could just start out with Sally Ann and her Charles. Two couples sharin' each other's love is a good way to start. One or two little get-togethers where you each go to separate bedrooms followed up by another one where you switch back half-way through should make him much more comfortable with the idea." "Mm-hmm," Sally Ann agreed, "and then we can widen the group to include Coral and Judy Lynn. Scott will love her." Eva snickered. "Scotty will love her hooters! She has the biggest, firmest set of natural boobs I've ever seen. Why the force of gravity doesn't affect her the way it does normal women I don't understand. But make sure the windows are tight shut, Melody. Judy Lynn is the screamer's screamer. When she cums everybody at the party knows it, even some of the couples in motels!" Both other women laughed and refilled their cups. Melody found that she was enjoying herself hugely. Being about to talk frankly about sex with a couple of very experienced women was uplifting. It was a little weird, though, since one of them had been her husband's lover only a week before. She should feel jealous and betrayed, she thought. Instead she felt embraced and supported. Maybe there really was something to this idea of group bonding through love. "Uh, can I ask a question, maybe two?" "Oh, Melody, of course you can. And we promise to answer like a couple of worldly aunts. I don't know your mother but I doubt you want her kind of answer." "Oh for sure! Mama must never know what Scott has gotten me into. She wasn't terribly pleased when I brought home a white boy friend, anyway, but I reminded her of all the famous black men who married blondes and since Scott is one, too, it just seemed fair. Anyway, sometimes when Scotty and I make love, we're a little rough? Sometimes the games get kind of 'incorrect'? Does the company—uh—approve if we get that way outside just the two of us?" Eva and Sally Ann's open, friendly faces switched to wicked, mischievous grins. "You wanna tell her?" Sally Ann asked. Eva sat there for a few minutes, letting the tension build. "Melody, that depends on how much of the company you're talkin' about. Certainly when we have the entire group out to the ranch the emphasis is on romantic love. That's the underlying key. However, there are a few of us who appreciate something rowdier. How 'incorrect' are you willing to be?" Melody blushed again. "It's really terrible for me to admit it, but I love being his slave girl. I like dressing up in see-through silk and lots of jewelry. And I love bringing him tidbits and feeding them to him. And then he 'captures' me and forces me onto the pillows to have his way with me? It's so exciting!" "You go girl!" Both older women applauded. "That's just the kind of thing we love." "Really?" Melody looked so eager Eva had to laugh. "Darlin', you talk it over with Scott. If he's okay with the idea, let me know. We're plannin' a lil' ol' party next month. The two of you are more than welcome. After last week, Harold was mutterin' about pullin' rank and gettin' you to himself. He has quite the eye for the ladies, especially company ladies." ***** Melody looked at herself in the mirror. The Brazilian wax job was still good, her face was made up and she had her most elaborate dangling earrings on. She fastened a set of gold chains around her neck and a couple dozen bangles on each wrist. Bending down, she put a gold chain on one ankle and a set of bangles on the other. Now, what to put in between? There's this hip belt with the bells. If I hook this mesh triangle onto it and arrange it over my pussy? Oh, that will get his attention! And another chain around my waist? Right! Now the nipple jewelry . . . She rubbed each nipple to erect perkiness and slipped the loop of the large bangle over it. She pulled it tight to give just the proper tweak of discomfort. She was ready. She listened. The shower had stopped. That gave Scott about ten minutes to dry himself and shave. Melody closed all the doors that led anywhere but the family room. She lit a dozen candles and turned off all the other lights. Incense? Absolutely, and a big pile of pillows on in the middle of the floor. She heard the bathroom door open and hurried to the kitchen doorway. She picked up the tray with the pitcher of Tom Collins and a single, ice-filled glass and stood there, waiting. "Melody?" The rest of the house was dark but Scott could see the flickering light in the family room. Oho! Melody was in the mood to play. He wondered what game she had in mind this time. He hoped it didn't involve handcuffs and a St. Andrews cross. The time they had tried that out had been no fun at all, he thought. Tying her down was juicy but riding crops? Uh-uh! He didn't like getting spanked and wasn't comfortable spanking her. He paused for a moment, deciding, and then wrapped a dry towel around his waist and walked into the family room. "If Master would lie down?" Scott turned, saw his wife and quietly removed the towel. Tossing it away, he reclined on the pile of cushions. He clapped his hands peremptorily. Melody entered with the tray held out and her eyes downcast. Now it could start. First the drink, then the fruit and bits of cheese and then he would demand she lay down beside him. She would look frightened, refuse and try and run away. She could hardly wait. "Come closer, slave. I am hungry and thirsty." "Yes, Master." She set the tray on the floor and poured the mix over the ice in the glass and handed it to him, still not looking at his face. "Would Master like something to eat?" "I want bread and oil, slave. Fetch them." "Yes, Master" Bread and oil? That's a new one. What does he want—? Oh-oh, he's wants the oil because he's after my ass. Well, I started this game so I really can't back out now. I hope it doesn't hurt too much. He gets so upset if I don't enjoy something. She returned as directed and then knelt down to sit on her heels. Melody tore off little chunks bread, dipped them in the oil and held them to his lips. Each time Scott took the bread he pursed his lips over her fingers and sucked them lasciviously. She shivered. "Come here, slave." "No, Master, I am afraid." "Come here!" Her eyes deliberately wide, Melody turned and tried to scrabble away but Scott was too fast for her. He grabbed an ankle and pulled her back and up onto the pillows. She squealed in delight as he pinned her down on her belly. His hands clutched both breasts and he grabbed her shoulder in his teeth. "Ow!" "Don't 'ow' me, little minx. I'll teach you to tease Master." His hard cock between her buttocks, Scot began to hump her behind. He paused just long enough to grab the olive oil bottle and pour some on Melody's butt, then went back to riding her. He had never dry-fucked her ass before and Melody thought the sensation was strangely sexy. Being used was part of this little game and he was using her in a new way. She bucked against him in response. He didn't last long. Moments later he grunted and shot a streak of semen up her back then collapsed on top of him. When he stopped panting, he leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Gee, Scotty, you never did me like that before. I thought when you wanted bread and oil you were going to sodomize me." "I kind of was going to but your bubble butt was so tempting I couldn't restrain myself long enough to relax you. All the books say that's really important if the guy doesn't want to hurt his lady." "Mmm, Master is a considerate slave owner. Would Master like some other slaves to play with?" Scotty sat up, his front both slick and sticky. "I don't think PW Associates approves of that kind of kinkiness, Melody. Sally Ann was very emphatic on the importance of romance in love-making. Come on, you, let's get cleaned up." ***** The next day, after his morning run and swim, Scott was finishing breakfast while Melody fed the pets and poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat across the table from him and pursed her lips into an air kiss. "Sally Ann thinks you're almost too cute, Scotty." "Mmm?" "She really likes you and wants us to get together, just the two couples." Scott almost choked on his eggs. "Melody, gentlemen never kiss and tell. Don't tell me ladies gossip about . . ." "Sure we do. I had coffee with her and Eva Perkins at the boss's town house yesterday morning. Eva wanted to know how the newest 'company lovers' responded to the car key party." He put his fork down and looked at her with his face dead blank. "And?" "Understand. Sally Ann just thinks the world of you. Okay? As for me, I have to say that Coral Lafayette is a gentle, sweet and skilled lover. He isn't you and can't ever replace you but he certainly makes a good case for PW Associates' belief in bonding through love. So, be honest and tell me how your evening went." Scott relaxed but blushed beet red. "She guided me to the car and waited for me to open the door for her. Melody, it was like taking an aunt on a date or maybe a favorite teacher. Once we go to the motel room she undid my tie and opened my collar. She held me gently by the front of my shirt, looked me in the eye and said that I needed two things, a stiff drink and something called PL-6983." That brought a sly smile to his wife's face. "Go on . . ." "Well, she gave me a shot up each nostril and did the same, herself. Then she took a hip flask out of her purse and poured me a glass of single malt Scotch. Good? Man! So I sat down in a chair to savor my drink and she did a slow strip that had my serious attention. Melody, Sally Ann must be at least twenty years older than we are but she had my attention. Once she was naked, she plumped down on my lap. I guess she could see I was nervous because she was just—kind of—friendly sexy. After about fifteen minutes, though, I had a hard on like you wouldn't believe. That's when she undressed me." Melody grinned. "And that's when you did her twice, right?" "Uh-huh. I guess that nasal spray stuff works, don't it?" "It sure does. And that brings me back to the original question. When do we throw a party? We'll make it a small one, just the two couples. Later we can add three as we get to 'know' other people in the company. Would you like to do Eva Perkins? She strikes me as one horny broad." "Melody!" "Well she is. She even told me that she likes the kind of games we play, like the one last night." "What? The CEO's wife likes to play sex slave? But I thought it was all about love and bonding and . . ." "We like to play Slave and Master and we're bonded and in love." "Uh—well, yeah we are. Wait a minute! Are you telling me that sometimes management plays that way?" Melody leaned over the table letting her cleavage get his attention. "Yes, a few of them do. And if it's okay with you, I'll let her know that we'd like to be included. And it is okay with you, isn't it?" Scott sat in silence, staring at her chest with his mouth slack and open. At last he nodded. "If you say it is." ***** The young couple stood on the porch of upscale home in the Austin suburb. The oversized lot was planted in a combination of magnolias and long leaf pine, effectively obscuring it from both the street and the neighbors. After waiting impatiently for a long minute, Melody elbowed her husband. "Ring the doorbell, Scotty, for Pete's sake. This isn't a lion's den it's the McDermott's house." He swallowed dramatically and complied. Seconds later the door flew open to reveal Sally Ann in a filmy gown that displayed her figure while obscuring it. "Lovers, you're right on time! Come through the house. We're barbecuing in the back yard. And don't worry; the only way anyone can see into it is by helicopter." She led them through the house and into the back yard where her husband, clad only in a sarong, was adjusting the flame on a gas barbecue. "Hi, kids. I must apologize for this hi-tech device but the price of mesquite has gotten so high I refuse to use it for anything but smoking. Help yourself to the beer and feel free to slip into something more comfortable." Sally Ann handed the couple a pair of bright colored cloths. "Here, darlin's, a sarong for each of you. Melody, young as you are, you just go topless, y'hear? Only old ladies like me need to cover up a bit." Scott and Melody looked at each other and shrugged. Hesitantly they doffed their shirts, slacks and underwear and wrapped the sarongs around their hips. Sally Ann handed them each a frosty bottle. "Melody, I know the original idea was for us to go to your house but I thought that since we're so much more senior in the company than you are we should be the one's hostin'. We have so much room here after all; we can play indoors, outdoors, on the picnic table, wherever we want." She chuckled. "And of course that means when you're ready to add another couple there will still be no crowding." Melody threw an air kiss to her husband. "Eva says that Coral's wife has knockers into next week. I really want to see your reaction when she pops 'em out." "Better than yours? I'm looking forward to that then." Scott made a wry face. He was used to his wife's body but somehow the sight of her half nude in a beach chair in someone else's backyard was more erotic than usual. She was preening and putting on a show for both him and Charles McDermott, even though she'd never laid eyes on the man before. And yet, Scott felt no jealousy. Why should he, with Sally Ann snuggling up close to him on the chaise lounge? She ran her hand down his back. "You gonna need some more aerosol foreplay, tonight, Scotty?" she murmured. "Or are you comfortable enough just taking me to bed straight tonight?" As he ran the question through his mind, Scott absently put an arm around the older woman to find that his hand had somehow homed in on her left breast. She raised her face and closed her eyes, lips pursed. His face descended and he sucked her lips into his mouth, running his tongue back and forth over them before plunging it deep into her waiting mouth. Her hand dropped softly onto his crotch, stroking his cock through the cloth. When he came up for air he glanced over at Melody who raised her bottle in approval. "Je vous salue, Scotty. I guess you answered her question, didn't you, you horny rascal?" She stood up and swayed over to where Charles was laying out the burger patties. "Charles, I do believe your wife and my husband might just be more in the mood for dinner in about a half hour? What say we put it on hold and go find ourselves somewhere private?" A noise behind them turned out to be Scott lifting Sally Ann off her feet and starting to carry her into the house. "Why I do believe you are correct, young lady, and I have just the place. But first . . ." He wiped his hands and undid her sarong. She put down the beer bottle and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Can you make me love you, really love you?" "I sure can, and I'll show you how." He took her by the hand and led her farther into the yard and around a screen of hollyhocks. A large stone had been cut into a curved reclined seat and then polished smooth. He put his hands on her hips. "Now I want you to concentrate on my right eye, sugar. Whatever else we do, focus on my eye and take long deep breaths." Charles' hands ran up her body to stroke the underside of her nipples. She put her arms around his neck again and started to breathe. Focusing on his eye she thought to herself. This is another kind of Master/Slave game. He dictates and I obey, just like the old days. The difference is I'm doing it by choice. I want to be his slave, want to have him use me, make me his lover. Oh god, that feels good. His hands roved farther, cupping her buttocks, her mons, dipping into her sex, spreading her thighs and still she stood quietly, focusing on his eye and breathing. He pulled her against him, looking down into her eyes and matching her breathing. His phallus pressed hard against her belly. Heat in the Heart of Texas "Now Melody, I'm going to lie back on this bench. You sit on me and rub yourself against me anyway that feels good. And keep breathin' and don't lose focus." He reclined on the stone. Feeling hypnotized, Melody straddled his body, took his cock in her hand and put it to her labia. She sat down, impaling herself on him. Then she began to rock, rubbing her clitoris against his pubic bone. I'm falling into his eyes. She put her hands on his chest and ground her hips. The tension grew and her breathing grew faster. All she could see now were his eyes. She felt her soul flow out her mouth and into his nose and back through his mouth to her. The spirit flowed between them. I am his. He's the older, richer man. I want his child. Scott would raise it as his but I would know who the father really is. What am I thinking? I'm on the Pill. But I wish I wasn't. "Oh god, Charles, I'm cummmmmmminnnnnnnnng!" He pushed her off and stood up. Bending her over the end of the bench he pulled her arms tight behind her forcing her breasts out ever further. Then he entered her, hard. Pulling on her arms and driving into her he drove the tension higher and higher until they both exploded in orgasm. Back at the table, she sat on his lap nuzzling his neck as he fondled her in the afterglow. "Are Sally Ann and Scot doing the same thing?" They were. In the master bedroom on a bench just like the one in the yard Scott looked up into Sally Ann's eyes. He massaged her breasts as she ground against him hyperventilating herself into a continuous orgasmic state. Like his wife, Scott was drawn inexorably into his lover's eyes, blending souls with her, falling in love. She knew it, she planned it, and she held him captive until she felt it time to let him go. Then she sped up and brought him to climax and when he went limp, bent down and kissed him gently on the forehead. "I love you, Scotty." "And I love you, Sally Ann." "And after dinner, my love, you must do it again with Melody. Reinforce your love for her 'cause I don't want you to love her less just 'cause you love me now. C'mon, let's clean up." ***** "Perkins residence." "Hello, Eva, it's Sally Ann." "Sally Ann, so good to hear from you. Have you any news?" "Mission accomplished, Eva, the O'Keefe's are fully in the fold." "Oh, good. They're so cute. I'm glad we can gather them in. Did you have any trouble at all?" "None whatever. Melody did tell me later that she felt a little odd, like Charles took total possession of her but she was smiling and snuggling with him when we came out of the house. Do you think that's something left over from her and Scotty's slave play?" Eva chuckled. "It sure sounds like it. I'll have her back over for coffee in a day or two and make sure. If it is, I foresee a great future for the little darlin' pinned down and used in one of our pavilions." "Mmm, pinned down and used. Eva, you're getting me all hot and bothered." "Sally Ann, you know that's the way we like you. See you in two weeks at the ranch." Part III "Thank you for inviting me to coffee, Eva," Melody O'Keefe took the cup the maid handed her. "I was trying to decide whether or not to call you when the phone rang." "I'm not surprised, darlin'," Eva Perkins handed the younger woman the sugar bowl. "Over the years I have learned to judge pretty accurately when a new lover is going to have questions, and you do have questions, don't you, Melody?" Melody spooned in the sugar and stirred it, her eyes on the cup. "I—I do, Eva." She didn't say a thing for a very long time, just sipping her coffee and looking out the window. Eva sat quietly, a benign look on her face. She knew that if she said nothing the girl would eventually get nervous and need to fill the silence so she just waited. "Eva, Saturday Scott and I went to the McDermott's house. Sally Ann seduced Scott very quickly so I went off with Charles and he showed me something he called the Wave of Bliss." "Mm-hmm. Wonderful, isn't it?" "It—it is. And kind of magical, too. I fell in love with him, Eva, in one single love-making, just one." "I'm sure you did darlin', most of us do." Eva sipped her coffee. "It's an old Tantric technique. With more experience you can use it to hit rollin' orgasms that last for half an hour or more. And the men can have as many as eight in the same time." "We can? They can? That's amazing. I didn't know such things were possible." "Oh they are darlin', a couple of times a week in our house. And you did it again with Scott a while later?" "Yes, we did. Sally Ann insisted that we do it together. She said she didn't want Scott to love me less just because he loves her, too. But that isn't what my question is about." Eva raised her eyebrows enquiringly. "When—when Charles was inside me? I had this terrible urge to get pregnant? I wanted to have his baby and make Scotty raise it? What would—I mean . . ." "Honey, I know that sounds terrible but it's perfectly normal. Many of us have the same feeling at some time in our lives." "Normal? You can't be serious!" "Oh, I am. You see, darlin', you're young and brand new to our way of life. Charles is older, richer and much higher in the company hierarchy than Scott is. Women have sought out high status men as fathers for their children all through human existence. Even today, a good three per cent of children born are not biologically related to their mother's husbands. PW Associates recognizes this. I personally know just what you were feelin'. As proof just look at the kids' photos over there on the wall. My youngest's father is a four-star general, not Howard." Melody's jaw dropped. "Does Howard know it?" "We've never discussed it but I suspect he knows. And he doesn't care. Heather Lynn was Daddy's little girl from the day she first smiled at him. Still is." "But what am I supposed to do? I don't want to hurt Scott but the feelings were so strong . . ." Eva put her coffee down and leaned forward. She took Melody's hands in hers and cocked her head to one side. "Melody, what you do is get pregnant by Scotty. Start tryin' next month. You have a couple of babies by him and then if you still want one or two by other men, go ahead. Remember, Scott will be climbin' the company ladder, too, and as new lovers join, young ladies will feel the same way about him. He's a very handsome, virile man, Melody, and I would bet money that his genes get spread around. Trust me on this." "Will he know it?" "Only if the girl tells him. I certainly didn't tell the general I was pregnant. Why would I? "Uh, Eva, is Sonya's baby her husband's?" "Darlin', Sonya is single. Just who the daddy might be is her business, not mine. And it may relieve you to know that Charles had a vasectomy several years ago, largely because he knew about the drives of young women. So you two go ahead and keep playin' with the McDermotts. They're great people. You won't find anyone better to dip your toes into polyamory with than Charles and Sally Ann." Melody sighed and relaxed back into her chair. "Thank-you, Eva, that does make me feel a whole lot better. I was really getting afraid of myself." "Pshaw! This is a new world to you two; no one's going to expect you to slip in without a little sand in the grease. Just keep both Sally Ann and me on your speed dial, darlin', and whenever you have questions call and ask. And if you don't feel comfortable talkin' about such things over the phone, I have a bottomless coffee pot." She winked. "And now, young lady, I have a question. Did you talk to Scott about comin' over to the ranch for some Master and Slave play?' Melody's nose wrinkled up in a grin. "I did. And I told him that you said that we could come if it was okay with him." "And?" "And then I told him it was okay with him!" Eva almost dropped the cup laughing. She put it down on the coffee table until she recovered and then wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. "Girl, you are too much! I remember an old Harry Belafonte song about the woman being smarter than the man. I think I know where he might have gotten the idea. Any of your relatives Jamaican, by any chance?" Melody giggled. "No, but Mama always kept Papa on a very short leash, I know that much. Maybe I'm just taking after her." "Could be—but about the party. It'll be a week from Saturday. I'll pick you and Sally Ann up and we'll drive out to the ranch in the late afternoon. I have to make sure the pavilions are set up and all the collars work. Charles will bring Scott by later. I believe Harold wants the men for part of the day. He didn't say why but if it mattered to the party he'd have told me. You only need to wear just enough to be out in public. A sun dress or something will be fine and forget the underwear." "Shall I bring lots of jewelry?" "No, dear, not unless you really want to. We'll be lying around the pool and fetching drinks for the men. The most important piece of jewelry is provided. I'll be by around three." ***** Melody had the cleaning finished and was just about to start dinner when the phone rang. "O'Keefe's." "Hi, Baby, I've got good news." "Scotty, let me guess. You got the promotion?" "I did. Mr. Perkins came down to the department and announced that Morganthau was retiring at the end of the month, that there would be a farewell party for him at Hernandez' restaurant that Friday and that I'd been selected to take his place. I get a private office, profit sharing, bonuses in good years, everything!" "Oh, Scotty, that's wonderful." "Mm-hmm, and for that you just walk your little ol' self out of the kitchen. Put on that dress you wore to the car key party because we are going to paint the town red!" ***** Dinner had been wonderful, the dancing had been wonderful, sex had been wonderful and in the afterglow Melody lay with her head on Scott's chest. "Honey, you're going to make a lot more money now, aren't you?" "Damned straight. Probably twenty-five percent more, including bonuses and profit sharing." "Mmmm , then this might be a good time to start a family?" Scott was quiet a long time. Melody could almost hear the wheels turning in his head. "Well, yeah, I guess it is. Of course we'd have to skip any car key parties until the test is positive." "Yes, we would! I'm your wife and I'm having your babies. So, after the Master and Slave party I go off the pill and you do me every other night. Oh, this is gonna be fun!" "Uh, Melody, did I ever tell you I've got a pregnancy fetish . . .?" ***** All three women sat in the back of the Rolls with the chauffeur's window closed. "Golly, Eva, when you said you'd pick me up I never dreamed . . ." "Darlin', it's because of talented people like your hubby that Howard can afford things like this. And he knows it. That's why PW Associates has the highest profit sharing margin in the industry. Shoot, girl, it could be worse. The dealer wanted to know if I wanted mink upholstery!" After the laughter subsided, Eva's face grew mischievous. "The way this party works is that we all get naked before the men show up. We all put on bracelets, anklets and a collar that has a little chime in it. Whenever a master wants to fuck, he goes over to the board and picks up a token. When he does that the collar with the same code chimes and the slave with that collar steps up on the little podium. Master clips a leash to the collar and takes his slave to whichever pavilion he wants. Once she's inside, anything goes. He gets whatever he wants. And from past experience I know that what he wants is a blowjob and a hard lay. And all of those guys are good for two tries. Normally, you'd think that means you get laid by two different men. Ain't gonna happen like that. I'm the boss's wife and Melody's the new girl. The two of us are going to get most of those second shots. Once we're fastened in place we're not gettin' up until the last guy has shot his last load. Isn't that right Sally Ann?" "It is. When I was the new girl, I was fucked by no less than seven men and you know how it always takes a lot longer with the second fuck. The next morning I was walkin' bow-legged." Eva nodded. "Y'see Melody, the guys know immediately who has whom and the guy who gets either me or you on the first try won't even have time to get his token hung back up before a guy who has been resting takes it from him. This game is great. It makes Howard just jealous enough to screw me senseless every night for the next week. Gawd, I love that man!" Melody hadn't said a word for ages. She just sat in the luxury taking in all the other two were saying. She took a deep breath. "You know, it's a good thing Scott and I agreed to start trying for a family next month. If I'd stopped last period it could have gotten complicated. I majored in biology and I know about sperm wars." Eva shook her head. "We have had those now and again. Not recently, mind, but they have happened. Howard doesn't think they're good for the company so we not-too-subtly discourage them. The baby's daddy is up to mommy, not random chance or the vagaries of Darwinian competition. So you're still on the Pill?" "Yup, and I'm staying that way until August. Naturally, that means afterwards we won't be at any parties until the test comes back positive. And would you believe that last night Scott told me he has a pregnancy fetish?" Sally Ann giggled. "Does he, now? I'm too old, of course, but from what I hear through the grape vine, he's going to have himself one hell of a time deciding who to pursue. Sonya's only the first one. There must be—oh, another ten or eleven due everywhere from March to May of next year." "Well, the more I show, the hotter I bet he gets. Except for the morning sickness, the next nine months are going to be choice!" ***** The luxury sedan glided down the road until it turned in at the pecan tree-shaded drive winding up to the main ranch house. The Perkins' spread wasn't large. It existed mostly to let the world know that Harold Perkins was very rich and that he was Texan through and through. Where some could be scathingly labeled 'all hat and no cattle', Harold was enough hat and plenty of cattle but mostly financial savvy. The sleek horses and white-faced Hereford beeves that contentedly cropped the grass on both sides were as much artwork or lawn decorations as they were actual livestock. When the Rolls came to a stop the uniformed chauffeur silently opened the door and bowed the ladies out. She and her machine disappeared as the three women entered the house. "I always give the staff the day off when we're throwin' a party," Eva said, "I'm sure they have a fair idea of what goes on here but I've never felt they needed too much detail." "I wondered about that," Melody replied, "Keeping children innocent of their parents' naughtiness must be hard enough. Household staff must be very hard to fool." Eva grinned. "I don't even try. I just give them the day off. They know that silence preserves employment and when you've checked their background and treat them well it's enough. Now we'll just mosey through to the patio and see how things look." Things looked subtly decadent. Contoured chaises under umbrellas were strategically situated around the pool and on the surrounding lawn stood small, brightly colored tents. A bar stood off to one side and behind it was a board with fifteen hooks. Each hook held a colored token with a symbol emblazoned in the center. Eva took Melody over to one of the tents. "You see darlin'? There's a nice comfy mattress here to lie on while you're bein' fucked but look close. See the pegs and the chains? When you're hooked onto those you're not goin' anywhere until he lets you up. If he decides to hand your token off to another Master, all you can do is wait until the next one comes in to use you. This is my favorite game of all. I guess it's because I really wasn't born to the kind of wealth and luxury I have these days. I get guilt spells now and again. Yes, darlin', I know all about the wonderful charitable work people are always congatulatin' me for but it takes a shot of sexual punishment for it to really go away. If you hear me screamin' it's just because a good spanking deserves a good scream. It's one of my major kinks." "Coral spanked me the second time he took me. I squealed but didn't tell him to stop. The sting kind of adds spice to the sex." "It does. That's why Harold has worn out three floggers in the years we've been married. Now, we need to check the collars." At the bar, Eva pulled out a large box containing cloth bags. In each bag was a collar, twin bracelets and a pair of ankle rings. She looked at the pendent on each collar in turn, turned it over and told Melody to take a token off the board. Each time she did, the matching collar would chime until the token touched the pendent and shut it off. "Very good," Eva nodded as she spoke, "each one in perfect order, just like it should be. Ah, I hear another car. The rest of the girls must be arriving. Okay, everybody strip." As the other women came out into the yard, Melody could see they were all 'old hands' a this sort of party. All of them had doffed their cover-ups in the house and walked out into the back nude. Teasing and compliments were the main topic of conversation as Eva handed each participant a bag with her jewelry in it. When she was handed hers and tumbled them out on the counter she got a shock. These ornaments were not just clipped or fastened on but required the use of small Phillips head power driver. "Uh, once these are on they don't come off without the driver?" Annabel Sanchez laughed. "That's right, Melody, this is an eighth grade boys fantasy come to life. Slave collars, obedient females, tethering—it has it all. Funny that some women relish being the object of an eighth grader's imagination, isn't it?" Melody watched anxiously as each bangle was attached to her body. She looked closely. Without the driver, there seemed no way the collar could be removed short of a bolt cutter. "Are these things hardened?" "No, darlin'," Eva sounded amused, "if some sort of unimaginable emergency required gettin' them off in a hurry, simple diagonal cutters will shear right through those things. They're not made for real slavery, just fantasy." Sally Ann came out of the house with a box of perfume misters. "Here you go, ladies, exotic and alluring scents of your choice. Melody, if you want them, the ones with the purple squeeze bulbs are pretty waterproof. You can play naiad and still smell like spices and flowers." Melody thought about that. "It probably would be a waste of time. From what I've been told I won't get much of a chance to swim once the play starts. If I'm the new girl that every guy has to 'try out', I'll spend most of the evening on my back." Annabel nodded pensively. "Good point. And if not on your back, at least in some equally available position. A couple of those pavilions have padded benches to get tethered over. Have you ever had anal sex, Melody?" "Just a few times. Scotty only started doing me that way since the car key party. Did you have him bugger you, Sally Ann, is that where he got it?" "I sure did. And the next time you two come over I'm gonna peg him! That's sort of my modus operandi. I let a new lover bugger me and then I return the favor. Men who've never tried it before are always amazed at how good it feels. He'll be shopping for a dildo harness for your anniversary or birthday or something. You watch." Melody looked down at her wrists and ankles. She thought about the snaps that would attach her to the ground anchors in the pavilions and the fact that there were fifteen men due there soon. If Eva's estimate was right, she'd be one well-fucked woman by the time they started the drive home. She shivered. Heat in the Heart of Texas "Eva?" "Yes, darlin'?" "About spanking—that is only by prior arrangement, isn't it?" "Absolutely. The men here know that everything we do at play has to be by prior arrangement. All they are gonna be lookin' for from you, like I said, is a blow job and a good fuck." "Unless Scotty decides to buttfuck me, I guess." Melody made a wry face. "And I don't really think he will. That's sort of our little secret so far." Once the women were set up, Eva started assigning positions around the yard. Some served drinks, other canapés, a couple held giant feather fans and the rest simply lay languidly on the chaises. Melody reclined on her side with her head on her palm bending her body into a classic 'S' curve. "Girl, that is so exotic lookin' I can see the boys droolin' already." Eva gave her a 'thumbs up' before kneeling down to sit on her heels. "I always like to start in the submissive pet position next to one of these loungers. It gets me stroked and petted before I'm hauled off and gang banged." Annabel sniffed. "I should be so lucky. It will be better next time when there isn't any competition from new pussy and I can have my hot seconds back." Sally Ann had been standing in the doorway leading back into the house, listening. "Places, everyone, the men are here." At once the women were silent. Melody was facing away from the house so her only knowledge of the men's entrance came through her ears. They entered, chatting quietly about nothing that mattered to her and then began to make admiring comments about the displayed women. Footsteps approached Melody from behind and then stopped. A hand ran firmly down her sweat-glistened back and over her hip. "On your back, Slave," Coral's voice was familiar, "and open yourself." She looked up and saw that he was dressed in baggy harem trousers and an open vest. He smiled at her with a predatory look as he sucked his fingers and covered them with saliva. His hand covered her well-waxed mons. "Spread your thighs, woman." When she complied he slipped two fingers just inside her and began to firmly stroke her G-spot. Melody gasped and then whimpered when he started brushing her clitoris with his thumb. The combination of sensations was intense and much sooner than she expected the wave of emotion hit and she climaxed, shuddering and moaning. "There," he said with satisfaction, "I do believe you are ready, Slave. This will be a good night." As she recovered, Melody heard chimes and looked over to see several women walk to the dais and stand with bowed heads. Men took leashes from their waistbands, clipped them onto the women's collars and led them away. When one of the serving women was taken away, Annabel smoothly rose from her couch and took her place, offering iced drinks to those men still looking at the available slaves. A movement caught her eye and she saw her husband in quiet conversation with the CEO. He nodded agreeably at something the president said, shook hands with him and they both walked to the token board. Both men reached up and carefully chose two tokens that at once set off both Melody's collar and Eva's. Each man turned to the dais with a smile as the women approached it. Eva got there first and Scot clipped on her leash. Those stinkers! Harold must have known exactly where my token and Eva's was and the two of them have deliberately decided to swap wives. I wonder what this is all about. Harold Perkins was the tall, lanky kind of man the Texas elite like to imagine themselves. Though the years had whitened his full head of hair and the curly mat that flowed down his chest and belly, had creased his face and put just touch of a paunch on his belly, he was every inch an aristocrat. As Scott led Eva away, Melody stepped up onto the little platform. Instead of immediately taking possession of her, Harold walked all around her. There was a clear sense of the proprietor about him as his eyes took in every inch of her toffee colored figure. Melody began to perspire from his glance. The conflicted feelings she had gotten about Charles McDermott came on even stronger. Was she grateful she was baby-proof or did she crave being bred by this man? Eva was not kidding when she spoke of young women's desire for men of high social class. He ran his hand through her hair with a lop-sided smile then rubbed her butt very familiarly. "Welcome to PW Associates, dear Melody," he muttered so only the two of them could hear, "your husband has such a great future with the company that my wife insists on being sure he doesn't get away. In a few years he'll be a full partner so we think we ought to make sure you two are fully 'married' in. But the Wave of Bliss can wait for next time. Tonight I'm just going to thoroughly enjoy your hot little body, Slave." He snapped the leash to her collar and walked off with Melody in tow. Through her lowered eyelashes Melody saw that they were going to the tent next to the one Scott and Eva were in. As Howard pulled the door flap aside, she heard a sharp smack and a yelp from Eva. Apparently some arrangement had been made. She wondered if another might have been. The thought of submitting completely to the company president sent thrills down her spine. I'm going to be owned, tonight! Will he really share me or is he just going to fuck me for hours? She looked into the tent and saw a padded bondage bench. Next to it was a low table with a selection of squeeze bottles. The tingling reached her bottom. That must be what they were shaking hands on. Eva gets her spanking and I get buttfucked by the boss. Howard pushed her to her knees and stood close to her face. "Pleasure me, Slave." Without raising her head she reached up to his waistband and pulled the loose trousers down to puddle at his feet. Already he was half erect, obviously aroused by her. Melody opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out slightly. Closing her eyes she took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked, sliding her tongue around the frenum. She could feel him swell. His hands took her hair and held her close. Her nostrils filled with the musky male scent of his perspiration and she could feel herself getting wet in response. Quickly he was fully erect and straightening her neck Melody swallowed, taking him deep in her throat. "Well done, Slave." Harold thrust and withdrew, thrust and withdrew. Melody opened her eyes and looked up at him swallowing faster and faster to keep time with his driving. She saw him breathe deeply and as he increased his pace he began to pant. Suddenly, he pulled her face into his pelvis and held her there as he spasmed and shook. Then just as suddenly he pushed her back, giving her a chance to breathe. "Very well done, indeed, Slave. Assume the position." Oh my god, he's multi-orgasmic! And I bet he intends to keep me to himself all evening. I really am going to be his slave by the time this is done. And not just his slave, his broodmare. My first child will be Scott's but after that . . ." Staying on her knees Melody turned and bent over the bench. She put her head on the rest and heard the 'click' of the tethers on either side of her collar. Harold put her hands into stirrups and fastened her wrists to them and finally there was another click on either ankle. She was held fast. "You are well trained, Slave. I see you keep yourself smooth for a Master's pleasure. That is commendable. You must be a very valuable Slave." He knelt behind her. His fingers played around her labia, spreading her juices about. Then he put the head of his cock against them, took hold of her by the hips and entered her in a rush. Ah! Plant me, Master, breed your Slave! Damn, I've got it bad. We can't come back until I'm pregnant or I swear I'd stay with him until I was—by him! She relaxed into the frame. Since it looked like she was going to be in it for several hours she had to be grateful for the padding under her belly, her forehead and her knees. She was a slave to his desire but at least she was a comfortable one. Melody felt the tension in her sex rise and spread out to her thighs, her belly and up to her shoulders and face. Recalling something she'd read, she went completely limp, letting the orgasm flow through her and as it reached its peak, she panted. Yes, just like those special times when Scott sent her into rolling orgasm, the electricity sent her twitching uncontrollably. She moaned in passion and still her Master drove into her. The cries in the next tent had stopped. By now Scott was using Eva as Harold was using her. Melody felt somehow connected. When Scott learns to be multi-orgasmic, we will have to go to the Perkins. Eva and I will lie on the master bed and the men will go from one of us to the other, switching back and forth. Maybe they'll both come in me and we won't know whose baby I'm carrying. "Oh Master, give me your child," she cried. Time had lost all meaning for Melody when Harold withdrew. She raised her head in confusion, but immediately felt the tip of a lubricant bottle on her anus. Her last orifice was about to be his. She relaxed again. After so many climaxes there was no need for her to try and relax, she was utterly limp and languid. With a smile she waited. "And now, Slave, I have you utterly." His hard cock rested for a moment at her rear entry, then pushed inside. He must have known that she was already totally relaxed for he penetrated her in a single thrust. She whimpered in response and then moaned making a duet with the passions next door. Her Master drove on like a machine. She had never climaxed from sodomy before but now she again hyperventilated and panted until the climax hit and continued on and one into the evening. At last Howard grunted and collapsed onto her back, spent. The game was over and he hugged her tenderly from behind then withdrew and unsnapped her from her bonds. "Master?" "No, honey, not Master anymore, at least until the next time we play this. Here, let's get cleaned up and go for a swim. Don't worry about the pavilion; the staff will clean it up in the morning." To her amazement, Scott and Eva also emerged into the dark, torch-lit patio. Did he know something he'd been hiding from her? Was Scott already multi-orgasmic? Melody didn't care. She clung to Harold's arm just as Scott held Eva close to his side. Other couples lay entwined together or floated side by side in the big pool. None of them had the energy to dive in so they just sat on the edge in the heat of the night and then slipped into the tepid water. "Melody, honey," Eva purred in her ear, "Here, take your lovely man home. He did a wonderful job on me but he's gonna need a good night's sleep. Better get him to bed before he nods off on the road." "No," Howard was quietly emphatic, "You two stay here tonight and then drive home in the morning. I'm not going to risk two new lovers having an accident. But you should sleep together, I think. Eva and I have had enough fun with you for one day." ***** Several couples stayed in the Perkins' guest rooms that night and in the morning fond good-byes were the order of the day. Melody found herself tucked close into Howard's chest for a long hug. She nuzzled his neck. "Howard, about last night . . ." "Hush, sugar, those were a young woman's hormones talkin', not the woman herself. You're just baby-high right now so you go home and start makin' one with Scott and we'll see your fecund little self in September for the equinox party." "But I still want one by you." "Right now you probably do. And if you were single, like Sonia, I'd be more than happy to oblige. After all, I can support a whole lot of kids given what I've made. But I really don't think you'll feel the same way in another five years or so. By then Scott will be a full partner and my position won't look near so high as it does today. So give me a kiss like a good little lover and take your man home and get bred, y'hear?" Melody sighed. He was right and as she'd said, she was Scott's wife and she was going to have his babies. She kissed Howard's cheek. " 'Bye, lover." " 'Bye, Melody."