13 comments/ 25675 views/ 1 favorites Melanie Ch. 01 By: StoryPal Chapter 1: May Meeting -- First Day - Meeting Todd This is a revision (April, 2008) of the original Melanie Ch 1. This story portrays sometimes surprising sexual relations between consenting adults, with no sluts, no degradation, no domination and no abuse. = = = = = = = = = = = = I swayed to the music, feeling the soft touch of the fabric of my skirt and blouse against my bare legs and butt, and especially my breasts. It was a wonderfully sensual experience. My erect nipples tingled as the fabric rubbed over them, exciting me to accentuate my swaying and enhance the feeling. With that increased motion, my skirt rubbed my butt and thighs even more and I felt the tingling spread over my entire body. I could feel my moisture dampening my panties as the stimulation increased and I danced ever more wantonly. My sensitive skin always gave me a thrill but this time was even more exciting. My husband wanted me to appreciate my body more and convinced me that I should try to experience his fantasy. So I was at the customer appreciation party for my employer, acting out a fantasy that was totally out of character for my day job. Part of my husband's fantasy was that I would appreciate my butt more if I experienced how much it turned on other guys. So in my fantasy dance, I chose a place where I could rub my butt against a pillar and pretend it was another man. Pushing my butt back, I rubbed and my pleasure increased even more. The rubbing enhanced the feeling of my skirt on my butt. I continued dancing, pressing my butt backward ever so gently, thinking about the pillar behind me. Then I realized that I wasn't rubbing on a wall or a pillar. Whatever I was rubbing on was too soft to be a pillar. I was rubbing my butt on a man behind me! - - - Before I continue with this, let me tell you how I got there. I'm in my late twenties and have been married for five years to my wonderful husband, Arnold. We have a great sex life and have never lacked for desire or interest in each other. If there's any fly in the ointment, it's that I don't think I have a good enough body for him. Don't get me wrong, he loves my breasts and legs and the fact that I love to be touched all over. My skin is like a second clitoris to me, so I can get turned on by a touch practically anywhere. My breasts are a little lower than when we got married but still don't show a crease underneath. And my stomach is as flat as it's ever been. My skin is clear and soft. My measurement numbers look really good, at 34-23-37, and two of those numbers give clues to the misgivings I have with my figure. The two things about my figure that bug me are the size of my breasts and the size of my butt. I have firm B-cup breasts and I wish they were larger. Arnold won't even let me think of enhancement surgery, he claims that they're perfect as they are. I have to admit that I probably couldn't enjoy them any more than I already do. I love having my breasts caressed and kissed, and particularly love it when Arnold licks or squeezes my nipples. So I guess I really can't complain about my breasts. In fact, if you had asked me about my best features, I would have had to say they were my breasts and my long legs. My butt, on the other hand, is another matter. I think it's way too big. Arnold disagrees but he hadn't been able to convince me otherwise. Oh, I love to have my butt caressed and massaged, but it's just too big. I've tried to exercise to reduce it but all I did was to make it more firm. I was so successful in making my body firm with exercise that the only thing left on me that bounces is my breasts. My butt doesn't bounce, it moves when I walk or even shift my weight from one foot to another. Arnold, of course, thinks that's great. He can't get enough of watching me walk and he loves to talk about my big beautiful bubble butt. I've tried to get him to stop saying that but there's no stopping him. And when we're making love and he's caressing my butt, I kind of forget my objections. I did tell you that my skin is very sensitive, didn't I? Arnold has been trying to convince me for so long that it has turned into a fantasy for him. He keeps saying, "Some day, you're going to find out that your big beautiful bubble butt is one hell of a turn-on for guys. When you do, you're going to believe me and you'll love your butt as much as I do." I, of course, don't believe him but I kind of shiver whenever he suggests the idea. In our jobs, Arnold doesn't travel at all, but I do. I attend product evaluation meetings with customers every couple of months. The meetings consist of feature presentations and pre-release hands-on experiences with long breaks between for customers to compare notes and do networking. In the evenings, we usually book a room with a band and dance floor and lots of room for customers to mingle and network some more. The meetings are great for my company because we ensure that our products do what customers want. They're also great opportunities for customers to relax with us and get to know each other. We get more referrals and interest from the meetings than we ever could from media advertising. In line with his fantasy, Arnold started to select outfits for me to pack and wear at our customer meetings. In turn, I've developed the practice of going to the first part of the customer evening party and returning to my room to call Arnold and pretend that I'm living his fantasy. We've always known exactly what was going on, but he has become more and more excited over the last several meetings. He has stressed more and more that he wants the fantasy calls to sound as real as possible. For my most recent trip, Arnold picked out two outfits for me to wear, knowing that there would be two customer parties in the three-day meeting. The first was a navy skirt and blouse combination made of a silk and micro-fiber blend. As a result, the fabric felt incredibly good on my sensitive skin. He said I shouldn't wear anything underneath it but I told him I wouldn't dare go to a customer party without underwear. Because it was dark, the navy fabric wouldn't show up much in the party room, since the lights were usually lower than in a normal meeting. The second outfit was a gray form-fitting number that accentuated my butt and hugged the rest of my curves as well. I modeled it for Arnold after we bought it. The stretchy fabric moved with me and was such a turn-on for Arnold that he practically dragged me to bed for some exciting sex. Fortunately, it was a soft gray, so I could hide off to the side and not too many people would notice. But if I ever emerged from the shadows, everyone who wanted to look would see my firm butt, my narrow waist, my flat stomach, and my B-cup breasts. Before I left for the trip, Arnold stressed that he wanted me to try to feel how much men would respond when they saw my butt. I didn't believe they would respond with all that enthusiasm but I said I would try. Knowing that I was dubious, he begged me to focus on the feeling. He begged so much and insisted that I do everything I could to imagine the feeling that I promised I would try. He knows how hard I will work to keep a promise so he let the discussion stop at that point. I wore the navy outfit for the first party. Knowing I could hide in the dark, I followed some of my husband's fantasy. I left my bra off so I could feel the soft fabric caress my breasts and especially my nipples. I wore a thong so I could feel as much of the fabric on my butt as possible. Trying a few moves in my room, I was almost overwhelmed with the pleasure the outfit gave me. I knew that Arnold would want to hear about it so I went to the party. When I arrived in the room, the party was in full swing, with the band playing, quite a few people dancing, and the room jam-packed with a standing room only crowd. I got a drink at the bar and moved to stand in a shadowed area between the bar and a row of small tables. There was a pillar behind me, which limited my space but I thought might be useful for Arnold's fantasy. I was too thirsty, so I downed the first drink quickly. I went back to the bar and got some water which I chugged, then another drink. Then I moved back to my dark refuge to stand, watch the crowd, and enjoy the music. I downed nearly all of my second drink and turned to face the band with the pillar behind me. The band was exceptionally good, so I was soon swaying and quietly moving to the music. My skirt and blouse caressed me wonderfully, on my legs as well as my butt and breasts, so I continued to move with the music. I focused on the feeling of the fabric and on moves that I imagined would be interesting if a butt-lover were behind me. With the two drinks and the soft fabric rubbing across my sensitive skin, it wasn't difficult to get into the fantasy. I closed my eyes, remembering my promise to Arnold, and immersed myself in the delicious feelings of my skirt and blouse across my butt and nipples. My nipples hardened and increased in sensitivity and I soon didn't even have to think about my promise. My nerves were afire with the stimulation. It seemed like they sent their message directly to my pussy and I felt the moisture gathering in my thong panties. It was such a sensual experience with my skirt and blouse, my sensitive skin, the buzz from my two drinks and imagining that the sensations were from men's hands all over my body. My pussy was soon so wet that I idly wondered when I'd feel it running down my bare legs. I imagined that someone might want to touch my butt. So I slowly moved backward to softly rub my butt against the pillar, then to pull away from the pillar and start again. I made it as close as possible to how it would feel if a man was occasionally rubbing me in appreciation of my butt. And this is where my story started. I didn't realize it but there was a man sitting at the first table in the row. And when I thought I was rubbing against the pillar, I was actually rubbing against his shoulder. I slowly realized that the feeling on my butt wasn't hard like I expected the pillar to feel, but soft, like a person. When the thought penetrated through my focus, I snapped out of my reverie with a shock and turned to see what was behind me. The man at the table looked up at me with a smile. "Oh my God, Todd," I exclaimed, recognizing one of our customers. A chill ran up my spine. Todd was several years older than me and was one of the most able customers in terms of networking. Nearly every one of our customers and representatives knew Todd and he knew all of them. If he told anyone about what I had done, I would be ruined. It surprised me that I felt a little thrill with the thought. It added a delicious edge to my fantasy. "I'm sorry, Todd, I didn't realize you were there." Todd laughed out loud, more than I expected and I felt my face burning. "What's so funny?" I demanded. "Why don't you sit down and I'll tell you about it," he responded. I moved tentatively to the other side of the table and sat so we could both watch the festivities. When I was seated, he resumed. "It has always been one of my fantasies to be in a sexually charged situation and hear an attractive woman say, 'Oh my God, Todd'. This just wasn't quite the kind of situation I imagined." My face burned again and I blurted, "I'm terribly sorry, Todd. I hope you don't think that I, . . ." I didn't know if I should be turned on by the situation and the risk or ashamed of my actions of rubbing on such a customer. In fact, my feelings included both and that confused me. "Why don't you tell me what I should think," he invited gently, skillfully easing me away from a response that might have been even more embarrassing. "I'm sorry about bumping you, Todd, I was just thinking about something else and didn't realize I was, . . . that is I didn't realize that you were, . . . " "Think nothing of it," Todd said. "I have to admit that I enjoyed the experience and I was beginning to wonder how long it would go on." "How long? How long was I bumping you?" I asked warily. My risk might be even greater than I realized. He looked concerned with my distress and said, "Just a minute or two, not much more. Don't worry about it Melanie." "You're being kind," I accused. "How long was it?" My stomach did flip-flops as I awaited and dreaded his answer. "It was maybe five minutes," he said. "And it was more rubbing than bumping, so it's not like you were knocking me out of my chair." "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Todd," I said, sinking my face into my hands. Embarrassment took over my reaction and I hoped he wasn't still being kind. What would I do if I had been rubbing on him for more than the five minutes he admitted? Todd touched me on the shoulder and suggested, "Melanie, you don't have to feel distressed about this, I certainly don't. And I can assure you that I won't tell anyone about it. So you can relax. I am curious, though. It seemed like you had a couple of things going on and I wonder if you'd care to tell me about them." "What do you mean? What kinds of things?" I asked defensively, sitting up more erectly and dropping my hands to my lap. His words hinted that he knew more of what I was doing than we had discussed. "I think you were thinking about something very intently," he said. "And it seemed like you were really enjoying the way your outfit moved with you. I'm really curious about what you were thinking and feeling. And I apologize for not noticing something else. Your drink appears to be empty. Can I get you another?" I looked at my empty glass and hesitated. I usually had just one drink at the party and managed to sip it all evening. If I accepted, it would be my third drink and I would definitely feel the effects. I already felt the effects of the first two. I decided that talking would leave my throat dry and I had a presentation to make the next day, so I said, "Thanks, Todd, I'd like that." I tried to relax while Todd went to refresh my drink and get another for himself. I wondered what I should tell him. By the time he returned, I had decided. Maybe I could ensure his silence by asking for his cooperation. "I'll tell you what I was doing if you'll promise to keep it private, between us," I said. "Of course I'll keep it private," he promised. "I was thinking about my husband," I started. "He loves my butt and I think my butt is too big. He has a fantasy that I will realize, someday, that my butt is a turn-on for guys and I'll love it as much as he does. I was trying to imagine my butt as a nice thing that someone would like. I thought about someone touching it and intended to bump the pillar to help with my imagination. But I got you instead. That's what I was thinking. For that other part, you were right about my outfit. It's a soft and delicious feeling fabric. And my skin is very sensitive. So when I move in this outfit, it's a very sensual experience. I guess I got carried away with my thoughts and feelings." Todd thought about my story and I started to get nervous again. Before I could get really bent out of shape, he said, "Melanie, I have to agree with your husband, at least in one thing. Your derriere is fascinating and I think it would be good for you to enjoy it." I laughed, "My derriere? I like that." I felt my face blush with pleasure at his compliment and again became aware that my thong was still moist. Then I felt a guilty start as I realized that something else might follow. I wasn't sure I should offer him any encouragement. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I use a little more crude language with Arnold when we're talking about my derriere," I explained. "I'd prefer to use more refined terms but he likes the more earthy expressions so I indulge him." Somehow, the admission made me more comfortable with Todd. He smiled gently, "I like that. What do you plan to do?" "I need to go back to my room and call Arnold," I said. "I do that every evening when I'm on the road." I sipped my drink, wondering just how much I would feel this one. "Let me guess," Todd said. "You're going to go and have a fantasy phone call where you tell him about pretending that someone liked your derriere, right?" "You're very perceptive, Todd," I responded, sipping my drink again. It was quite refreshing and I felt some of my tension draining away; some, but definitely not all. I still felt the chill of being discovered and wondered how I could get back into the mood I needed to talk with Arnold. "Will your distress at bumping me get in the way of being a convincing call?" he asked. I wondered if he could read my mind. He hit my concern right on target. "It might, it probably will. But what can I do?" I asked. I was concerned because I wanted to make my call with Arnold as convincing as possible. The shock I had just experienced left me a little cold and I knew that Todd was right that I'd be off my game. I felt my stress level increase and that started another cycle of worry. If this kept up, I'd be a basket case before long. The drinks helped but not nearly enough. "Maybe there's something I can do," he offered. "If you'd like, you can move to the music again and I can hold your skirt a little more still than it would otherwise. That might help to give you more of the feeling and help to erase the distress." I thought for a moment then took a slug of my drink. Todd was right. If I wanted to make my call convincing, I needed some help. Maybe the fabric rubbing on my sensitive skin would help. "I accept," I said, standing as abruptly as I had just made my decision. "Just don't do anything that will expose me. I don't want to get fired." "I won't," he promised. "I'm just trying to help you get the feeling you want." I moved to my sheltered spot. I started to get into focus, then turned and said, "Whatever you feel, don't get me exposed." I realized as soon as I said it that my words might sound like permission to do more than hold my skirt. But I knew I had to do something to get back into the right mood. Rather than spend time trying to be clear with Todd about what might be OK and what might not, I decided to go with the flow. I started to sway to the music. My conflicting feelings continued as I moved. To make my call with Arnold convincing and to fulfill my promise I had to put myself literally in Todd's hands. On the other hand, while I knew that Todd was reliable and personable in business, I had no idea of how he might behave in a sexually charged situation. And we were about to embark on a sexually charged situation. Feeling the buzz of my three drinks, I braced myself and moved hesitantly so that Todd could reach my skirt. Suddenly, I felt my skirt rubbing against my butt with a more sensual feeling than I had experienced from my swaying. I nearly fainted with the pleasure of it. I quickly turned to face him again and asked, "What did you do?" He held the fabric of my skirt in his hands and drew it across my hip, showing what he had done. Again, the pleasure of the contact was intense. "If anything will let me get the feeling again, that will be it," I said with a small smile as I turned to sway some more. The misgivings I had about Todd were quickly submerged by the delicious sensations Todd and my skirt gave me as he drew it across my swaying butt. What had been momentary pleasures before were now constant and growing. I closed my eyes and easily visualized a man, or several men, admiring my butt and lightly touching me as I moved. Arnold would be so pleased. Then I started to feel as though a hand were caressing my butt. The feeling was delicious until I realized it had to be Todd's hand. I briefly thought of asking Todd to stop but realized that he was helping with Arnold's fantasy. I rubbed across the hand and pushed against it slightly. Again, I felt my skirt being drawn across my butt, then my thighs. I had trouble standing because it felt so good and I didn't want it to stop. I allowed the seductive pleasure draw me deeper into the fantasy. Melanie Ch. 01 Author's note: You know who you are, my muse, my sweet editor. This story is complete fiction. ***** He relaxed as the Eurostar glided through the rolling countryside of northern France. It was cool in the train, but outside the sun beat down relentlessly on wheatfields and orchards. He was too excited to focus on anything, and a bit tired. He could never normally get enough kip on the overnight sleeper from Glasgow to London, and on this occasion the excitement of the trip had kept him awake half the night. Only six months after the publication of his first novel, he had been invited to read at a prestigious literary festival in Paris's Citée Universitaire. He must have finally dozed in the comfort of the crack express, was only jolted back to reality by the bustle of other passengers, as the train rattled over the junctions that heralded arrival at Gare du Nord. Fifteen minutes later he was on the Metro for the cross-city ride to his destination. As ever in a Paris summer, it was crowded and hot. He listened to the chatter of his fellow-passengers as they hung on the straps around him, breathed mingled scents and sweat. It was three years since he had last been in France, a camping holiday in Bretagne with his son. He knew his French was rusty as he struggled to follow fragmented conversations. Finally the train squealed to a halt, and he followed the crowd of students up under the elaborate art-nouveau iron gate of the station, and onto the blistering heat of the boulevard. Hot though it was outside, it was a relief after the sweaty ride in the Metro, and there was breeze enough to cool him as he stood trying to get his bearings. He realised he'd have to consult the map and directions the organisers had sent him, and settled for a beer in a pavement café, careful to choose a seat shaded by one of the plane-trees which fringed the street. He had of course forgotten his sun-cream. Christ, he loved this city. He had first visited Paris over forty years before, as a schoolboy of seventeen, and had fallen in love with it then. The affection had never died: he still felt the same excitement as on his first visit, just being in the place. He sipped beer contentedly, then realised it was early afternoon, and he hadn't eaten since a hasty breakfast at London Euston, after he'd got off the sleeper. Ordered a couple of hot filled croissants and another beer. Sat for a while eating, just absorbing the sights and sounds and scents around him. Paris even smelled wonderful, he thought, then smiled at his own silly romanticism. It was after three by the time he checked into the festival and found his room. It was a bit basic, just student accommodation. The festival had given him the option of a nearby hotel, but that would have cost money. The student room came with the invitation, and he was content with it. The small balcony faced east and he stood for awhile there, letting the breeze cool him in the welcome shade, before he turned to unpack. ***** By seven he was rested, showered, dressed, and ready for dinner. He'd brought his highland dress, as there were two black-tie dinners, and he didn't possess any other formal wear. Tonight was the opening dinner of the festival, and he wandered through the campus buildings – mostly unremarkable sixties architecture, same as many campuses round the world. He had always wondered what had hit architects in the sixties – mass system-building might be functional, but it was rarely good-looking. He took a glass of Moet as he entered the reception and stood at the side of the room, looking and listening. He really wasn't good at the stiff-lipped nonsense of such events, and didn't expect to meet anyone he knew. He wasn't comfortable at meeting and greeting in a strange setting, and here there was no reason to do so. So he stood on the edge, L'Etranger, and conducted a wee informal anthropology of the event, speculating about who was there. The only person he recognised was Margaret Atwood, though of course he'd never met her. She was the star of the show, and he'd followed her writing with relish for thirty years, since he had first discovered her. Her distinctive face was surrounded by a flock of hangers-on and admirers, and he wondered how someone as brilliant – and sensitive - could put up with it. He smiled: at least that would never be his problem! A ponderous announcement boomed over the speakers, and the congregation started drifting to the dining-room. There must have been two hundred people crowded round the placing-maps, and it took him a while to find his own table, and make his way to it. There were a dozen seats at the round table, and he was the last to find his place. He was beside a stately Malian woman, who turned out to be an author well-known in the Francophone world. After greeting Sandy politely, she returned to conversation with the man on her other side. On his right was a French poet, a younger man, maybe early thirties. He was very pleasant, and spoke poor English, so their conversation was in French. They chatted through the first course, but it became clear that the poet was gay. No problem with that, but it was obvious that he was more interested in making a play for Sandy, than chatting about literature, or anything else. Their conversation withered as the poet turned his attention elsewhere. Sandy focused on his food: standard mass-production conference stuff. And sipped the very potable Merlot as he glanced around the table attentively. He had noticed a very attractive woman opposite him when he sat down. She was engaged in lively conversation with her neighbour, in what sounded like Russian. She was striking-looking and quite dark, maybe middle-eastern. He speculated, as she was speaking Russian smoothly, that she was perhaps Armenian. She glanced across the table and caught his eye as it examined her shamelessly. His instinct was to look away, disconcerted at being caught studying her, but she held his gaze and smiled. Politely, but with maybe a hint of warmth. Sandy smiled back, embarrassed, and raised his glass to her. She laughed, followed suit. - Hi, she said across the space. I'm Melanie. - Hello Melanie. I'm Sandy, from Scotland. - I'd never have worked that out. I'm Australian, but excuse me for now, I don't want to be rude to Igor here. She smiled again and returned to her conversation. He ate and sipped wine alone in silence for a while, but his eyes were constantly drawn back to Melanie. There was something about her that excited him. Though he had had no thought of any sexual adventures on his visit to the festival – he was too preoccupied with his reading, knew that his appearance here could be important to his stumbling new literary career – he couldn't help speculating about her. Felt the first flutterings of a possible chemistry. As the sweets were cleared and the port and cognac placed on the table, the formal seating arrangement started to fragment. The Russian guy moved away, and Melanie was alone, looking pensive. Sandy moved round the table: - Hello again lass. Mind if I sit beside you? She started slightly from her thoughts, then smiled. More than just politely, he allowed himself to think. - Please do Sandy. Sorry, my head was miles away. She leaned towards him and he caught a whiff of her light scent. Not overstated, just the hint of a fragrance. - I'm so glad Igor has moved, she murmured. He was a bit boring I'm afraid, full of self-importance. He hardly asked me a question. I just can't be bothered with men like that. And unfortunately, I seem to be one of the few Russian-speakers around, so I was kind of trapped. But you have my full attention now. She smiled a bit shyly. - Mm. I do hope I'm a bit less self-absorbed, Sandy said. So what brings you here over all the continents? - I'm really not sure. I published a slim volume of poems last year, and someone here must have liked them. Imagine the University of Paris flying me all this way to read some poems? I'm so flattered! And especially as, till this morning, I'd never set foot in Europe. What about you Sandy, what brings you here? You sure brighten up the place, amongst all these suits! She smiled warmly now, but he knew it was from the pleasure of being here. His eyes ran over the shot-silk dress she wore, shimmering slightly over a slim well cared-for body. Her appearance, her slender allure, the discreet fragrance...and a poet? He was taken with her. Very taken. He smiled warmly into her deep brown eyes. - Much the same as you. My first novel was published a few months ago, and some time after, to my amazement, I received an invitation to this festival. I could barely believe it, but it seems to be true. I'm here! Keep pinching myself! And I'm glad you like my dress. I can't bear penguin-suits, don't own one. Fortunately Scots have an acceptable alternative. He remembered himself, asked her if she would prefer cognac or port? She nodded towards the cognac, and he poured two balloons. Not too much. Normal measures. She smiled. - I appreciate that, thank you. That boor's been trying to get me pissed all night, no doubt with the thought that he'd get inside my knickers. Her face screwed up in disgust: Stupid man. They clinked glasses companionably. Already he was beginning to find himself at ease with her. - So tell me about yourself.....they said it almost simultaneously, and burst out giggling. - SNAP! Right together. They were laughing now, and he noticed her serious-looking face had lovely crinkles at the corners of the eyes. She wiped tears from her face and said: I would never normally think of saying such a thing Sandy, but maybe we'll get on together? That was too funny! Quite relaxed now, they settled back to tell each other something of themselves. It was Melanie who leaned over the table to recharge their glasses with cognac. And he noted she poured more than he had. They continued chatting, easy as though they were old friends. It turned out they shared many interests from their very different lives: left politics, environmental concerns, mountaineering, literature. As she spoke he felt himself drawn into the liquid pools of her brown eyes. And to his pleasant surprise, she seemed to be warming as comfortably to him, as he was to her. He was always amazed when he felt an attractive woman drawn to him. Presently they were amongst the few folk left at the dining tables. There was a formal dance in an adjoining space, sounds of palm-court drifting through the rapidly-emptying room. He glanced at his watch: only nine-thirty. He wasn't interested in the dance, but would make a brave face of it if it was to Melanie's taste. He nodded towards the sounds, eyebrow cocked in question? Was relieved when she screwed up her face. He laughed, partly in relief, partly at the wonder of her expression. - So, lassie, if you don't want to dance – and I'm quite relieved you don't – what would you like to do with the rest of this balmy Paris evening? Want to explore a wee bit? Her eyes lit up. - I got some sleep this afternoon, so I'm recovering from nearly twenty hours in the air. Yes, I'd love to explore. D'you know this place? He explained that he'd been to school in Paris one summer as a teenager, lived with a French family. So yes, he still knew his way round, specially this area, the Rive Gauche. He suggested they take a wander down Boul'Mich into Cinquieme, the heart of the old university and cultural quarter. ***** They got the Metro the couple of stops to Avenue du Montparnasse, walked, chatting comfortably, down the nineteenth-century splendour of Rue Henri Barbusse. Passing Luxembourg, it became Boulevard Saint-Michel. Melanie slipped her arm through his. Whispered: Aren't I lucky to have found myself a handsome guide for my stay in Paris? And in a kilt too! He blushed. He knew what she said was in fun, but he was immensely proud to be walking in the Paris evening with this beautiful and intriguing woman on his arm. He slowed and faced her, smiling: - Just be careful with your flattery, my young Australian friend. You might be encouraging me to have the wrong ideas about you! She convulsed in giggles for a moment: Well, that's the first time in a very long while that anyone's called me young! And as to the wrong ideas? I have just no idea what you're talking about. You must have very strange customs in your savage land, sir. She giggled again, then recovered: But maybe I'd better watch my sharp tongue! I certainly don't want to be left alone in Paris because I've offended my guide! - You are in no danger of that happening, madame. I may come from a savage land, but I am a gentle man. I've said I'll be your guide, so your guide I will be. Notwithstanding your coarse Antipodean insults. And to his own surprise, he leaned his head to her and kissed her on the lips. Felt her beginning to respond, and withdrew, smiling. But his hand sought hers as he turned to continue down Boul'Mich. And her fingers twined round his firmly. He was beginning to feel like a nervous teenager on his first date. After some minutes of walk and banter he led her right, off the Boulevard. - La Sorbonne, he said, then le Panthéon. And if you're a very good girl, I'll show you the grim Lycée I attended as a teenager? - I'd love that Sandy. But I'm getting tired. Maybe we can stop for a coffee for a bit? Just take it all in? Over coffee he spoke of the privilege of his teenage explorations of the city, skipping classes at the Lycée to wander. Sometimes with a Scots school-friend, as often alone. Melanie was smiling warmly into his eyes now and he knew he was being appraised. Fair enough. He was certainly appraising her...and everything he learned attracted him further to her. Her left hand lay on the table and he touched her wedding ring with his ring-finger. His was empty, but the shiny white skin on his tanned finger spoke of recent occupation. He raised his brow as he looked up into her eyes. - Tell me? he asked. She met his eyes firmly: About my marriage, my family? Her brow cocked now: Precisely what business is that of yours? But there was a smile behind the mock-severity. And she spoke briefly of her husband, her three young children. Her tone was caring, loving. He knew she was no adventuress, and was somehow glad. Then she tapped the pale circle on his finger. - Now you must tell me? His eyes were drawn into her deep brown pools as she gazed into him, an ambivalent smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. He briefly considered editing things out. Briefly. He knew she had to have the truth. He stumbled a little: I've had three significant relationships in my life. Two have given me my three children. Whom I love unreservedly. They are the success stories of my life. I haven't been so good with my partners. I separated from the last one a few months ago. I don't really want to go into that now, still a bit raw. He knew she sensed his pain as her pools drew him into her again. - Thank you, she whispered: I know you're an honest man Sandy. Now, maybe you should continue my tour of Çinquième, my sweet guide? He blushed at her slight endearment as he rose and drew her up. Her lips were slightly parted and he kissed her again, but this time he lingered as she responded. Felt her warmth as her tongue sought his and they embraced now, gently but with slow passion. They pulled apart at the same time, both surprised at the kiss, each of them breathing heavily. - I'm sorry, he muttered: I shouldn't have.... - Don't be silly Sandy. She rose and kissed his ear: I'm not sorry at all. - You're right. I'm not really sorry. Melanie, I feel like a silly kid, falling in love. Now, on with the tour. In the deepening warm evening he led her to the severe eighteenth-century façade of Lycée Henri Quatre. - I can assure you it's as bleak inside as out. I couldn't believe the immaturity of most of my French peers, or the boring Victorian conduct of the lessons. Even my school in Edinburgh was better. And this was supposed to be one of the most distinguished Lycées in the country! Still is, I suppose. Anyway, I was bored out of my skull, and dodged as many lessons as I attended. Spent much of my time here exploring the city. I think I got a better educational experience that way. She smiled at him impishly: I don't suppose there were any girls at the school? - No chance! This was in de Gaulle's patrician France. - Mmm...so this poor schoolboy didn't meet any nice French girls? Or...any other sort of French girls? Her smile was wicked. - Lady, I am not at all sure that is any of your business. But yes, as it happens, I did. The mother of the family with whom I stayed positively encouraged me to date her niece. Annie was sweet, and definitely in the category of 'nice'. Melanie's brows lifted, but he said no more, and she left it. But she knew there was a story there. She couldn't help herself: knew now that she was strongly attracted to this rather restrained Scot. Wanted to know more about him. They wandered on through backstreets and narrow lanes, till they emerged onto what looked like a tree-lined circular park, overlooked by stately tenements. - Les Arènes de Lutece, he announced. My Paris home was over there – pointing to one of the tenements. This was the arena of Roman Paris, so the stonework you see – they were walking through the park now – is the remains of a structure two millennia old. Give or take. Today it's a park for kids and 'boules' players. Her eyes were taking it all in as she reflected on what a pleasant surprise this was for her first evening in Europe. Sandy glanced at his watch and looked at her. - It's getting late now Melanie, after eleven-thirty, and I know you must be tired. Maybe we should be heading back soon? We can get the Metro nearby. She paused and considered. They were in the shadow of the great trees around the park and he lifted her chin so there was a glimmer of light on her face. He remembered her reaction to his previous kiss as he gazed in her eyes. Lowered his mouth to hers. Her mouth opened against his and he drew her slender form into his arms as their kiss deepened. His fingers moved of their own accord to stroke her silkily-sheathed bottom, and she breathed softly as his kiss moved to her face, into the corner of her jaw, under her ear. When he licked her ear she shuddered and pushed him away slightly. - No Sandy, you're making me too excited. Please, you know I like you? They were both trembling as they drew apart. He sensed that something profound had been touched, and from the quivering uncertainty in her eyes, he knew she shared it. - Maybe we'd better head back? he murmured. I think we both need a good night's rest. We're both reading tomorrow: we need to be at our very best. She nodded wordlessly and lifting her face, offered him her parted lips. They kissed softly, briefly, this time. But he sensed that her offer presaged something deeper than a kiss. ***** They held hands like lovers as they walked the block or two to the Metro, and sat tightly together as the train rattled them under the streets of Paris. They were both staying in the same block of residences and he hesitated to speak as the lift took them up a few floors. - What? she whispered. - Please don't misunderstand me, he said quietly. But I have a very fine bottle of malt in my room if you would like a wee nightcap? Um, this is my floor now. She paused for a second as the door slid open, then followed him out. - Thank you Sandy. I would love to sample your whisky. - I'm so glad, as he opened his door. Welcome to my stateroom madame. He moved to the desk and withdrew whisky and glasses from a shelf, then sat on the hard chair. Melanie paused, sat on the one easy chair. As he passed her the whisky he noticed her legs for the first time: shapely but definitely muscled. No stockings. He raised his glass to her. Melanie Ch. 01 - Slainthe, Melanie. Here's to a pleasant and successful festival for both of us. And thank you for such a delightful evening. The glasses clinked in the still evening and she smiled at him. - Yes, here's to both of us. And thank you for a lovely time. I never expected my first evening to be so... but tell me Sandy, what are you reading tomorrow? He took a hardback from the desk drawer and, putting on his glasses, signed it with an italic fountain-pen, handed it to her. - I still haven't finally decided, but I'll probably go for chapter four. It's the shortest, and I should be able to read the whole piece in my allotted time. Better than a part-chapter I think. Not that I've much first-hand experience of readings! - Thank you Sandy. Excuse me a moment, she said, rising. I need to go and get mine for you. And she slipped from the door. During her brief absence he tried to pick his way through the turmoil in his mind. This woman fascinated and attracted him as few others had in his life. He knew it went far deeper into him than any old away-from-home opportunistic affair. But she was happily married, and lived, literally, on the opposite side of the world. He had to tread with such care. ***** She slipped in the open door and handed him a slim hardback volume. As she did so, he became aware of her elusive scent again - but it was stronger than he had noticed previously. He smiled his thanks and as he flipped the book open, noticed she had signed inside the fly-leaf. He couldn't read it without his glasses but its form was delicate and decisive. - And what are you going to read Melanie? - Ah...my task is both easier and harder than yours, she smiled. There is only one long poem, too long for the reading. So my choice is wide open, apart from that one. But I've slipped papers in to mark my shortlist. - I'll read them tonight before I sleep, he promised. And you'd better read well tomorrow. I'll be there, and expect me to be your sharpest but friendliest critic! - Hah. Then you need to be careful too. Your reading is before mine, so I get the first shot. So I too will prepare carefully tonight! - Hmm. Please don't be too hard on me Melanie? - Silly! She stood and bent to his head, lifted his chin, and kissed him warmly: We're both in the same boat here Sandy, festival virgins on our lonesomes. I think we could be a good mutual support team, don't you? Of course I'll be kind to you at the reading. The entrancing look of mock-severity flashed across her face: Always provided of course, that I think you deserve it! He rose to stand beside her: How late do you want to stay up lassie? - Why? She murmured. - Just had a thought. Would you like to read me something, now? A sort of dress-rehearsal for tomorrow? And maybe let me read to you? Briefly, of course? She glanced at her watch: It's after midnight, but you're not on till late morning, and I'm in the afternoon. Yes, why not? In fact, the more I think, that's a fine idea Sandy. - You go first then, he said. But excuse me if I get comfortable. You know that if you lie down, more blood goes to your brain? He took his whisky and lay down on the bed: Now, poetess, please read to me? She raised her book and flicked through the pages. But from the top of her eye she looked at Sandy as he lay on the bed, still in highland dress. Noticed the firm muscle on his legs. Felt the dampness in her groin. Then she coughed and began reading. Sandy closed his eyes, more fully to concentrate on the poem. Her voice was melodious. The poem was incisive and striking. He asked her to read it again, as it had taken a few lines before he had picked up where it was going. Her scent – definitely more powerful now – and her voice, drove the poem with a sensual immediacy. When she finished her face was slightly flushed, her eyes proud, but with the edge of a question as she looked at him. He rose to sitting and looked her in the eye: Melanie, that was one of the most powerful things I have ever heard. It was beautiful, so direct, so deeply human. You must read that one tomorrow, my dear. The endearment had slipped out before he noticed and he made to speak. But she collapsed onto him on the bed, clutching him, sobbing her heart out. He stroked her soft dark hair wonderingly. Whispered: Melanie my sweet, whatever is wrong? Her sobbing eased and she pulled back from him a little: I just don't know Sandy. You have no idea what went into that poem. I've read it to a few folk, but for the first time tonight, I saw it go right deep into someone. She sobbed through a wide smile: You have no idea how good that was for me. To know for the first time that I have truly communicated with someone with that little piece. He pulled a clean hanky from his sporran and wiped her tears, then offered it to her. She took it, sniffing: Thank you. - Melanie, you must know that your few perfect words told me something new about the human condition? It was wonderful, my sweet, and how nobody else has seen that so far I don't know. I haven't looked at the others yet, but if I were you, I'd save that for the last of the set tomorrow. If there are any human beings there, it'll bring the house down. She was lying across his lap now, looking up at him, and he saw the edge of uncertainty finally flee her eyes. Thank you Sandy, she whispered. That's the loveliest thing anyone has ever said about my poetry. - Ach weel lassie, he grunted, easing her up from him. My turn now! He shifted her onto the bed, then stood and reached for his novel. As he turned to look she was splayed untidily, following his every movement. He was pierced by a deep stab of care and ...yes, longing, for this beautiful and wonderful poet who lay on his bed, so open to him. He coughed, focused on his book. Started reading. He knew he read well, and he was so close to this chapter he could almost recite it. When he looked up at the end, she was fast asleep. He burst out laughing, quickly covering his mouth to stifle it. The poor lassie was totally exhausted from the long flight and the shock of a new world. He didn't dare waken her. So much for his powerful fiction! But he was still giggling as he put the book down and poured himself another dram. A large one. Slipped onto the balcony, carefully drew the door shut behind him, and rolled a cigarette. Inhaled deeply, first smoke since he'd left Glasgow twenty-four hours previously. Sipped his whisky as he gazed out on the now-cooling Paris night. ***** What the fuck are you going to do Sandy? Paris on a lovely summer night, and the most entrancing woman in the world is fast asleep on your bed. What the hell to do? He had no answer, so he drew on the fag and sipped his dram. Slipped inside to refill it, returned outside. Rolled another fag. Drew deeply on it. A new moon hung over the planes, limes, and poplars which dotted the campus. Wispy cloud drifted over it. But neither the moon nor anything else held any answers for him. But he knew what he had to do. He had three choices. He could doss down on the chair, or the floor, and make the best of it. He was a mountaineer, used to roughing it in more inhospitable places than this. Or he could go into Stephanie's purse, take her room-keys, and go sleep in her room. He ruled that out immediately. He could no more invade her privacy like that, than take a trip to the distant moon, hovering up there. Or he could share the narrow student bed with her. Non-starter. He would doss in the room. He finished his fag, returned inside. Couldn't see that he could sleep on the chairs. The floor it was. Searched the wardrobe: a pillow and a spare blanket. Perfect. Started to undress, hang his fancy dress up. Then he realised that Melanie was still in her gorgeous evening dress. She couldn't sleep like that. It would crumple, and it was so beautiful. And she'd be uncomfortable, sweaty. But could he, should he, dare to make her comfortable? Maybe the whisky blurred his judgement a bit, but he decided he had to undress her. He turned to where she was lying, contemplating her svelte form. The dress seemed to unzip at the back, and in the state she was in, he thought, hoped, that he could get it off without wakening her. He gently turned her over on her belly. The zip went down to below her waist. It was sleeveless. If he took the zip down, he should be able to wriggle the garment down off her fairly easily. He set softly to the task, had her on her back, working the dress from her shoulders, when he realised she was bra-less. Her breasts were small, sweet. He resisted the urge to suck them as he manoeuvred the silk fabric over them. But as it slid over her pink nipples, the fabric inevitably brushed them. He watched in awe as, gentling the garment down her, the nipples engorged and she moaned softly, moved a little. He stilled and she seemed to settle back to sleep. Lifted her buttocks and managed to get the dress over her hips. He could scent her sweet arousal as he bent over her groin: dared not even look at her enticing red silk panties. Eventually she was undressed. He moved to cover her near-nakedness, knowing he had intruded too far on her privacy already. Eased the duvet from under her sleeping form, and spread it over her. Then lifted the sensuous garment to hang it in the wardrobe. As the silk brushed his arms, he couldn't resist lifting it to his face. Relished the soft fabric, and the scent of her which lingered on it. Both the subtle fragrance she had chosen to wear, and the hint of her sweat. And maybe – as his nose ran over the silk – just the tiniest hint of her arousal? He sighed deeply, glanced at her sleeping form on the bed, then hung the garment carefully in the wardrobe. He was more deeply and completely aroused than he could ever remember. He arranged pillow and blanket for himself on the floor beside the bed – there was nowhere else he could lie. Turned to gaze once more on her shape under the duvet, shadowed in the lamplight. Her long dark hair fell over her face and it was all he could do to resist stroking it. He poured a whisky to steady himself , rolled another fag, and moved onto the balcony to cool off, let his excitement wither. Heard the last few residents return to the buildings, fragments of several languages drifting up in the still of the night. But his erection was insistent, and he knew he couldn't sleep beside her until it was attended to. He was ashamed to masturbate. It felt almost as if it would be a violation of her. But it was necessary. He touched his erection. Stroked it, thinking of her, wanting her...remembering her engorged nipples, the scent of arousal from her panties as he slid the dress from her. The relief when it came was enormous, and he stood trembling for some time. He switched off the small lamp and settled to sleep, calmed finally by the steady sound of Melanie's breathing, just a few inches away. Melanie Ch. 01 "Oh yes mike fuck me, yes! oh! oh! oh! yesss!" Melanie moaned as she lay on her back, legs rapped around her new husband of six months, Mike, who was going down on top of her. Mike slowly rolled off of Melanie and laid beside her exhausted from the sex they had just had. Melanie was a beautiful white woman of 28, she had long dark black hair which had gold highlights running threw it. She was 5'7 and weighed about 120 pounds, with a beautiful set of c-cup breasts, wide hips, nice round ass, flat stomach, and long sleek legs. Her face was absolutely gorgeous, and she had big thick lips. Despite her looks Melanie had a wild side to her, she had a nose piercing, as well as a tattoo on the small of her back. "So Mel how do you like your new job?" "It's good, I'm just doing billing stuff." "That's good it should be easy for you." "Yea it is. I just can't wait to be done and get home every day." With that both husband and wife went to sleep on Saturday night. Mike worked 3rd shift and Melanie worked the day shift so they both did not see each other a whole lot. Monday morning came around with Melanie getting ready for her second week of work. She wore a grey skirt that went 5 inches above her knees and a tight black top that showed some cleavage. She got to work at 8, and got right to work. Her boss Tyrone was black and was about 32 years old, unmarried and lived by himself about a mile from where they worked. At noon Tyrone asked Melanie if she wanted to go to lunch at outback steakhouse which was about five minutes away from where they worked. Once at outback they got a booth and began talking about how Melanie liked her new job. She explained that she liked it, and that it was good for her since she hadn't worked in a couple of months. The conversation kept going and Tyrone asked Melanie about her husband seeing the ring on her finger, she stated that she loved Mike a lot and that she feels good every time she's around him. After they were both done eating Tyrone drove them both back to work, and they worked until work ended at 4:00pm. As soon as Melanie walked in the door to there new home she went straight to the bedroom and took her cloths off; she jumped in bed with her husband who was just waking up. "How was work babe?" Mike asked. "It was good, same old shit." With that Melanie got under the covers and began to suck her husband's dick which was about 6in. He quickly got hard and Melanie climbed on top of her husband and began to ride him. It didn't take long before she was coming; her husband then threw her on her back and began to fuck her hard. "Oh mike yea baby, oh fuck me! Yes! Yes! ohhhh yes; ohhhhhh, ah, ah, ah, ah, yesssssss!" With that mike emptied his load into Melanie's tight pussy although she was still on birth control. "Oh mike that was so fuckin good." "Yea it was, and you were incredible." "You know mike I was thinking, do you want me to get off the pill? And start a family?" "Mel if that's what you want, I mean you just started working but I'm ready when you are." "Yea I'm going to get off the pill, I really want to start are family together." The next morning Melanie didn't take her pill so she could start her family with Mike. Unfortunately the sex started to dry up because her husband was working double and 12hr shifts for the next 3 months; because of company layoffs. During this time Melanie continued to work and was starting to get an itch because she wasn't having sex with her husband. One day at work Tyrone asked Melanie out to lunch again which really wasn't unusual because they had been doing this at least once a week since Melanie started working. Melanie and Tyrone were getting to know each other more and more with each lunch they spent together. Today Melanie was wearing some tight jeans with a pink stripped shirt with a couple buttons at the top. Once in the booth with Tyrone they both ordered there food and began to eat. During this time they talked about there lives and Melanie mentioned how much her husband was working. Melanie also mentioned that mike and herself were trying to start a family. Tyrone secretly has had a thing for Melanie since he first interviewed her. He loved how beautiful she was and her face looked like that of a model. As Melanie brought up the subject of how she and her husband were trying to start a family Tyrone put his hand under the table and rested it on Melanie's leg. "Melanie I am sure you and your husband will work this out, and if you need anything you know you can come and see me right?" "Yea I know, thanks Tyrone, why don't we head back to work I think I am going to take the rest of the day off." With that they both got into Tyrone's car and started to drive back to work. Tyrone saw Melanie wiping a tear from her eye and as they were pulling into the office parking lot; he once again rested his hand on Melanie's leg and asked if she was alright. "Yea I'm fine, thanks Tyrone." "You sure, you don't look like it." as he squeezed her tone beautiful leg "Yea I'm good." as Melanie looked into Tyrone's beautiful eyes. Tyrone saw this opening and took advantage of it. He leaned over and put his hand behind Melanie's head and pulled her over to him. They then both locked lips and began kissing each other with each others tongues rolling over each other. There lips finally parted and Tyrone moved lower and began kissing Melanie's neck as he pushed her down into her seat. Tyrone then moved his hand under Melanie's shirt and began to caress Melanie's right breast. It was then that Melanie shot back into reality and remembered she was married. "Stop, stop!" "What." "Please stop." "Why." "I can't do this I'm married, not now." "I'm sorry Melanie, I shouldn't have." "No, no it's not your fault; ill see you tomorrow at work." With that Melanie got out of the car and walked to hers. Melanie Ch. 01 Chapter 01 A beauty bound and packaged "Oh! oo. Haff erfy o me. lease, oo ore. etty ease." Roberta listened for a moment to Melanie begging for mercy through the makeshift gag. Tears rolled down Melanie's cheeks while silent laughter rocked her shoulders. Unmercifully Roberta resumed tickling her flatmate enjoying the squeals and helpless laughter. It was a hot Friday afternoon and the two flatmates had stripped down to their underwear. It was hot work packing up in preparation to move into another apartment. An apartment where the air conditioning worked! The two women got on well despite being opposites. Melanie was soft and feminine in body and soul whereas Roberta had a hard streak and worked out honing a muscular frame. Melanie was a busty blond smart enough, even at twenty-one, to act dumb to get what she wanted. Roberta was twenty-two, a long limbed, raven-haired beauty with flashing eyes and a short temper. Roberta was fractious after being ribbed all morning about a naughty weekend away with her boyfriend. She wasn't ashamed of what she had done but it just wasn't something she wanted to share with Melanie at the moment and knew the pest wouldn't let it rest. It was some relief to have stifled the questioning with a gag, if only for a short while. Roberta could move fast when she wanted, sometimes quicker than her thoughts, leaving it to later to think things through. While her friend was laughing helplessly on the floor she wound string around both wrists and ankles. Tying her up with the string and tape they used for packing had been just a bit of fun as well as sweet revenge. *** Roberta looked her in the eye. "I'll let Martin tell you all about it, I'm sure you'll enjoy the gossip. He can have you for his plaything until you learn not to ask so many questions." Roberta fastened her into a hog tie, with ankles attached to wrists, leaving her on her tummy in the lounge. Trussed like a chicken she had no choice but wait on Roberta's decision of what to do next. She tried to say enough was enough but Roberta wasn't listening even if she could understand the mangled clipped words dripping from the gag. Not believing Roberta would let the boyfriend see her in underwear, she thought herself safe. She didn't believe they would include her in their naughty games either. She was still curious as to what they had been up to and lay there wondering what it was like to play lewd games for a whole weekend in a sex club. The more she heard from Roberta the more she had wanted to know and had become excited at the idea of playing naughty sexy games. Melanie had heard of such games but up until then hadn't thought it would excite her. Listening to the phone conversation she began to wonder how much trouble she was in, but then realised her friend must have omitted a digit when she dialled. Her friend was playing a game pretending to talk to the boyfriend, Martin. Enjoying the efforts her friend was going through distracted her from realising how much she enjoyed being confined. Powerless to move she lay on the carpet amused at the effort Roberta was taking to frighten her into submission. The carpet smelt a little stale and there was plenty of dust under the sofa, apart from that she was pretty relaxed. Determined to remain calm, to avoid cramp and avoid becoming irritable, there was nothing she could do but relax and meditate. "OK. You're lucky. He was out." Roberta said. When Melanie chuckled she quickly added. "Perhaps I'll give you to someone else. I'm sure plenty of men would like a helpless naked woman to play with." Roberta pulled the gag away from Melanie's lips to see what she had to say for herself. The silliness and illogic of the statement was not lost to Melanie. "I'm not naked and if you give me away, how will you organise the move without me!" She laughed. Marching back from the kitchen with a pair of scissors Roberta tried again. Waving the scissors in front of her face Roberta told her. "A trim of those lovely golden tresses will change your mind. A short back and sides?" she asked. The sound of the scissors scrapping back and forth worried her for a moment but when no hair fell to the carpet Melanie realised it was the sound of an empty threat. Laughing with relief caused Roberta to growl in frustration. The scissors were cutting now but not easily. At first she thought her bonds were being cut but it was the toughness of a bra strap that was so difficult. The straps pinged back with the release of a heavy load. Snips in little bites at her panties soon had them in shreds. Roberta pulled the underwear from around the string in pieces pilling them next to her flatmate. "Now you're naked. Are you prepared to submit? Submit to someone who will teach you to do as you're told and not make mischief?" she said with a slight edge to the tone of voice. Melanie was outraged. "You'll pay for that underwear first! I won't give in until you get me some new underwear." Defiance and silence was a tactic she knew would work with Roberta, as the young woman would tire of the game long before she did. "OK. Have it your own way. I'll have you spanked like the spoilt brat you are then we'll see who gives in first. Anything to say?" Roberta taunted her. Melanie wondered what all this talk of being spoilt meant for it was Roberta who was being childish. She shook her head in defiance anyway. She was confident Roberta would give in soon. They could get back to the serious business of packing ready for the delivery men. "Yuck!" This was all Melanie could say at the spoon of lemon juice shoved between her lips. Her friend knew she hated anything sour. While she closed her eyes and exclaimed disgust she felt something rudely shoved into her open mouth. Deftly tying a ribbon behind her head, to hold the gag in place, Roberta smiled a little victory. "That will give you something to think about. I didn't tell you much about that weekend did I?" She left the statement in the air to thump down hard upon the prisoner. Melanie was taken by surprise, shocked even. Trying to speak, to give in, she found her voice effectively muzzled. Nothing reached her own ears but a muffled murmur. Exploring the intrusion she found her mouth was held open by a ball with ribbon through it extending out over both cheeks and tied behind her head. It was simple and more effective than the make shift one used before. It was stopping her from saying she was ready to give in. "Damn!" She tried to say but heard only a muffled hum. 'How the hell did this happen.' Melanie thought. It had only started as the usual friendly banter, now she was bound helpless on the living room floor. She had been helpless with laughter and tears rolling down her cheeks, but not now, this was getting too serious. Comfortable despite the situation she tried not to think about it in case she again fell into fits of laughter leading on into hysteria. It was ridiculous. Bound and gagged naked in her apartment. Why it was so funny, she couldn't understand. The familiar sound of the doorbell stilled the fidgeting completely, flattening out any comical feelings to a dull dread. The old fashioned bell had always been a joke between them as it represented the boring old couple that owned it before them. Now it represented an outside threat. An unknown element had been introduced, be it boyfriend or stranger, or even a mutual friend. This could be very embarrassing. With the door open a breeze from the outside world fell upon her whispering she was vulnerable. The door slammed closed. "What was the message you left on the answer phone all about?" The voice of Martin, Roberta's boyfriend echoed through the hall. His nasal ringing tones made goose bumps flesh out on her buttocks sending a little thrill along her spine. The hair on the nape of her neck stood out. He always did that to her. Now more than ever she would find it difficult to talk to him. She imagined a young man tanned and muscular with an obvious sex drive that drove her to a state of desperation. One night she had been in heaven when Roberta had shared him with her. He had shagged her brains out all night eventually sating her desire in the early hours of the morning. On waking next morning it had been a serious disappointment to be hugging just a pillow, but then again the obvious complications weren't there to face either. Obviously Roberta would steer him well clear of the living room. Would Roberta make noisy love to him in the bedroom next door while she had no choice but listen? Her lips were twitching at the thought he would find her naked. At his mercy she was bound to let him take whatever he wanted. He could simply use her on this carpet. She imagined the carpet burns with pleasure. It wouldn't matter about stains for they could be left for the next tenants to wonder over. No, he would not be allowed to see her naked. 'Pity', she thought. He might compare her favourably with Roberta. Her hair was longer and silkier and men seemed to like the slim waist for it accentuated a pair of firm large breasts. Not fat by any means but not skinny, or lean as Roberta insisted on calling herself. "Come on we can't wait all day. If you're ready how come you're in a dressing gown? The guys are here so I hope you and Melanie have packed up ready to be moved." Martin complained. "Yes, yes. Just go and make sure they don't back over someone in that truck." Roberta ran back into Melanie's narrow vision encompassing not much more than an unusual angle of the floor. After a few seconds of frustrated snipping she threw the scissors across the room then cursed as they disappeared into an open box. They were too blunt to tackle the string. "I can't get the bloody string undone!" Roberta exclaimed. In desperation she dragged an empty case over beside Melanie and rolled her friend into it. With a levered heft the box was upright with Melanie looking up at her, eyes wide in bewilderment. "Sorry Melanie! I can't get you free and the men are on their way up. I'll tell them to leave this box here and I'll release you when they've gone," she explained. Tipping a bag of white plastic snow into the box soon buried the accusing stare. As she snapped the last clips into place Martin and the removal guys walked in. "Don't say a thing! I'll be ready in a moment." Roberta said through gritted teeth stomping out to the bedroom. Pulling on the last set of unpacked clothes she wondered what she would do about Melanie. Her friend would be furious at being delivered to their new flat in a packing case. What could she have done? Leaving her friend for the delivery men to untie would be interesting but unreasonable. Roberta laughed out loud. Melanie wouldn't have thanked her for that humiliation! "We've got to pick up the keys and be at the apartment before these removal guys arrive. So come on shift yourself. Move!" Martin told her while making waving motions with his hands as though shooing pigeons from a park bench. Roberta's plan crumbled on realising she wouldn't be able to get back to the apartment soon enough to release her friend. Melanie would just have to be delivered to the new apartment by these guys. The men looked strong enough to carry her out to the van without dropping her and what else could she do but let things take their course. With Martin backing out of the drive Roberta watched the packing case being man handled onto the back of the truck. She should have put a handle with care sticker on it! She closed her eyes trying not to think about what Melanie was going to say about this indignity when unpacked. "I didn't know Melanie had an aunt. I thought she was an only child, well an only family member with her parents gone." Martin said, trying to break into her thoughts. "She doesn't. Oh! Yea! The friend of the family, she just calls her an aunt." Roberta recovered her thoughts remembering explaining Melanie's absence with a fabricated story. "The aunt must have been very ill to leave you to do all the packing. I'm sorry I shouted at you," he apologised, just in case it was that making her so withdrawn. It was unlike Roberta to be quiet and thoughtful and he didn't want her to remain so distant for he was hoping for a good first night in the new apartment. *** Melanie was furious. Why hadn't Roberta stalled them long enough to get her undone and dressed? "You stupid bitch!" She shouted around the gag. Taking a deep breath, trying for calm, she told herself it wouldn't be for long. Once they were out of the way her friend would release her. Then Roberta would be for it! Yet another deep breath and she was beginning to reach a peaceful Yoga meditation state. The small world inside the box began to recede until her mind expanded far greater than the small black packing case. A pleasant dream began involving Martin and a can of spray cream. *** Bob and Tommy lifted the lid on the packing case wondering if in this one there might be something of value. "What the?" At first Bob thought it was a dead body but the muted complaints and rustling movement of hundreds of plastic packing flakes left no doubt. Someone very much alive was in there. He picked himself up off the floor wondering if this was a set-up. With less imagination than his partner in crime, Tommy peered in, gawping, with a silly grin on his face. Bob looked again into the box where Tommy was smoothing away the loose packing, to reveal a naked body. The squirming had stopped, perhaps because Tommy's hands kept brushing against her breasts and thighs. The older man watched his partner's hands becoming bolder, caressing and pressing between the legs. When he started to rub hard the body began squirming once more but there was no escape tied up like that. This was no police set-up, unless there was a police fetish department. A department he hadn't been arrested by, yet. "Stop that. I've got to think. What are we going to do now? With this, I mean, with her. No not that! Leave her alone." She was lying on her back with arms and feet tied. Her head, breasts and knees were poking up out of the packing where Tommy had cleared it away. The loose piles had settled back between her legs. The problem was she had seen them. Her eyes were closed and there was a dreamy look on her face but they couldn't take the chance. Otherwise they could have dumped the packing case somewhere leaving the problem to someone else. She must have been kidnapped and now they were in the frame for it. They didn't have enough money to go on the run so what could they do? "Stop that." Bob told his partner. "Put the lid back on. Hang on." He said. Grabbing a bottle of water he dribbled water around the gag. He didn't want her to die on him. It took awhile but that didn't matter for he had thought of something. With the lid finally back on they loaded the packing case back onto the truck. *** "The phones just ringing, there's no answer. I guess they don't have anyone in the office on a Saturday, just the two guys moving furniture and stuff. Hey, don't worry, they just got delayed in traffic or had a flat. Besides, all the stuff is insured." Roberta growled again. They had been waiting over an hour for the truck and Martin had been reciting useless platitudes for forty-five of those long minutes. Should she tell him, or rather, when should she tell him her friend was in a packing case in that truck? "I'm going to the police." Roberta sputtered angrily at him. Her nerves couldn't take much more of this waiting. *** Melanie was in a cocoon of packaging and lost deeper still in her own thoughts. Dehydrating in the hot box her mind was wavering in the heat. When a hand gently stroked her body it merged with dreams of Martin finding her naked so she struggled to give him what she wanted him to take. Her own delirious fantasies had brought her to a state of heightened expectation until the fingers found her sex. She thrust up at them wanting more. She was ready for anything, only the sensations abruptly stopped leaving her unsure if it had happened at all. A moan of frustration went unheard. *** Back in the apartment it was plain nothing had been delivered. Roberta looked around at the bare walls, picture hook holes neatly filled in, and carpets smelling of cleaning fluid. Taking a deep breath she shot a stern look at Martin daring him to comfort her with more trying banality. "The police said to keep in touch meaning they don't intend to do anything about it. I didn't even have the truck number or much of a description of it or them. The removal outfit phone just rings. They said it might be a scam to pick up valuables and just to wait and see. They weren't interested! They just told me to claim on the insurance." Martin had learnt not to open his mouth and just shrugged. Worrying about Melanie she wondered if her friend were stuck in some lock up garage needing to pee. 'The first bloody sensible thing he's done all day.' She thought, as he put his arms around her for a gently cuddle. 'And, there's more!' She thought, on hearing bubbling sounds and the tangy smell of ground coffee brewing. So he wasn't completely useless. He had gone out to buy a coffee machine while she wasted time at the cop shop. Sinking onto the carpet she waited for the desperately needed caffeine. She just hoped Melanie had been discovered and this was all a ploy to upset her. It didn't matter so long as she was safe! She would give her a hearty hug just so long as the damn woman turned up safe. "Don't worry. Melanie will be OK. When she gets back from her aunt we might have recovered some of the stuff. They won't want photos and the personal junk that you treasure. We can get some furniture and have the place looking good before she get back. Come on, cheer up, its only stuff!" She hit him hard enough to wind him wanting to hurt but feeling already too guilty to harm another of her friends. What was she to do but bother the police and wait it out? *** "So it's you two lousy thieves. What ever it is I don't want it. In fact get it out of here before someone sees you." The large man barked at them. Bob smiled what might have been a winsome look if he had been a puppy, only his old craggy face split into a leer. "You will be surprised. Pleasantly, honest, Eddy." The two ruffians carried on into the back office ignoring the barrage of protests. "It's a woman." Bob whispered conspiratorially. This stopped Edward's protests long enough for them to place the packing case down in the middle of the office and for Tommy to unfasten the lid. Wondering what scam they were up to this time he peered in. Tommy pushed aside the packaging revealing areas of smooth skin. He pinched a nipple and both breasts rose up seeking a hand. Moving between the legs the hips thrust up obviously seeking more. "She's a fuck machine Eddy. We had to tie her down or she would've raped us. She needs it all the time. Just the kind of girl you need here." Bob began, wondering now if this was the right place to dispose of their awkward cargo. Would he buy it? "Bloody hell! You two into kidnapping now? That's a bit out of your league isn't it boys." Looking at the two of them and the girl he wondered what they were up to. He knew them long enough to play a game of patience, knowing they would break sooner than later. If he hadn't been intrigued they would have been kicked out by now. He just couldn't see what the scam was. Eventually Bob broke and explained what had happened, how a simple theft had gone wrong. For the past month they had put in low quotes to move furniture and riffled the belongings for anything valuable then dumped what they didn't want. "You stupid buggers! She isn't a part of your scam then. So you thought you would dump her with me. Nice one Bob. Bloody typical of you to share your troubles." Edward stroked her thigh watching the reaction. She had a nice face, lovely clear skin, and stunning figure. She was in a different league to the girls working for him. Melanie Ch. 01 "Leave her with me," Ed said, opening the door. "What about money?" Bob started to say. "I won't hear of it. What are friends for but to help in a moment of need? I'll dispose of your problem. Now you just forget all about it. Enough said, just forget all about it." Edward told them while steering them by an elbow, in each large fist, down the corridor. In the main entrance hall Bob nodded toward the lounge where a couple of ladies were preparing themselves for a busy evening. "What about something on the house?" "Don't even think about it sunshine. If I were you I would make yourselves scarce. Dump the junk and the truck and visit distant aged relatives. Another country would be better." Edward stated casually knowing his reputation would carry the weight of argument better than blatant threats. He turned back to the office more curious than ever. He couldn't use her here in the brothel but he did know someone. If that didn't work he could use her for the more discerning clientele at the private house. *** After some persuasion Martin drove Roberta aimlessly around the neighbourhood just looking. It was a long shot but she just couldn't sit around waiting. *** Edward fed his pet in a box some warm water, enough to keep her from dehydrating dangerously. She seemed to be in a world of her own, perhaps as a way of coping with the situation. He didn't know how long she had been in there or who had incarcerated her in the first place but she seemed to be coping in some way. His finger trickled over her lips and yet again the hips rose up seeking solace. She was certainly game for it. Edward thought again about keeping her for himself but the reverie was broken by a knock on the office door. He twisted the catches on the packing case back in place. "What!" Edward shouted. The doorman told him someone wanted to see him. "OK! You can help carry this out. Load it carefully. It's fragile, so, do NOT drop it." The client had been trusting of his assessment of the goods and quickly agreed to the price. It was Saturday night. In only four hours he had disposed of the woman for a very juicy sum. He should have changed the packaging from the original but there hadn't been time. *** Sunday morning Martin made it clear he thought it a pointless exercise. Driving around the lonely industrial parks and deserted office blocks was depressing. She kept meaning to tell him it was Melanie they were looking for but was too afraid. Roberta kept telling herself she was bound to turn up eventually. "OK! Let's go home. I give up." Roberta sighed. Melanie Ch. 01 Fully into the fantasy, I didn't even jump when I felt a bare hand on my bare butt, caressing me gently. I knew it was Todd and appreciated his understanding of the fantasy. The feeling was so good that I didn't want to end the fantasy. But I knew that I needed to call Arnold and tell him about this. As I withdrew from the fantasy but kept the wonderful feelings in my memory, I thought of a way to make the phone call fantasy more real as well. The thought made me uneasy but it seemed so nice that I had to ask. I turned to Todd and asked, "Would you like to help me do something else?" "Of course," he answered eagerly. "What do you have in mind?" I finished my drink before grabbing Todd's wrist, regretfully pulling his hand out from under my skirt. I led him out of the party room. "Will you help me pretend with Arnold?" I asked when we were just outside the door. "I'm not sure I know what you mean," he said. In spite of his words, he looked eager to hear what I had in mind. I braced myself, unsure if my idea was as good as it seemed inside the party room. "I'm going to make my call to Arnold," I explained. "I want you to come with me and make sure that I'm feeling what Arnold wants me to feel. It should be just like what we did here, so you shouldn't be in any danger." "Danger? Pretend?" he responded. "I don't see any danger and I certainly don't have to pretend. Your derriere is fascinating." "I mean to help me pretend," I said sternly. "Melanie, have you had too much to drink?" Todd asked. "Not at all," I responded. I felt the buzz of my three drinks just as I enjoyed the delightful memory of my skirt and Todd's hand on my butt. "I usually have just one drink and I've had three. But I can handle more than three drinks without getting out of control. Will you help me?" "I'd be delighted to help you," he agreed. His broad smile reminded me of a kid just discovering that he had a free trip to a candy store. We proceeded to my room where I faced him and said, "There's just one more thing. You can't make any noise at all." "I can agree to that," he said. I called Arnold and told him that I had just left the party. "Did anyone notice your outfit?" Arnold asked. "Well, one guy did," I admitted. "I thought about inviting him to my room so he could help with your fantasy call." I felt a little twinge of guilt at not telling Arnold that I had actually invited Todd to the room and that Todd had accepted. "You should have," Arnold said. "I wish he was there right now, with you." "Do you want me to talk like it's your fantasy or like it's real?" I asked. My guilt deepened as I misled Arnold some more. But I was afraid that he would be upset. And my whole mission tonight was to fulfill my promise to Arnold. He wanted me to enjoy my butt and this was the best way I could imagine to fulfill his fantasy and enjoy my butt. "Talk like it's real," Arnold answered without hesitation. "I want you to convince me that you really have a man there and that he loves your big beautiful bubble butt." I took a deep breath. "I'm putting you on the speaker phone so I can move around with the fantasy guy," I said. I hit the button and laid the receiver aside. "Can you hear me?" "I hear you just fine," Arnold acknowledged. "What's his name?" "His name? Who?" I asked. I hadn't thought far enough ahead to imagine that Arnold would want a name. "The fantasy guy, what's his name?" Arnold asked. "It will be more real if he has a name." "His name is Todd," I responded hesitantly. Then I worked my nerve up and focused on the fantasy. Arnold needed to be involved. "What would Todd be doing if he were here?" "Well, first he would sit on the bed and have you in front of him, facing away," Arnold said. Todd moved to the right position and I followed directions as well. "He would begin by caressing your butt through your soft skirt. Are you wearing the navy or the grey outfit?" "I'm wearing the navy," I said. Todd caressed my butt. He evoked some of the feelings I experienced at the party but not all, since he wasn't using my skirt to full advantage. "His hands feel good on my butt, Arnold. He has a very nice touch." I remained aware of Todd's presence, my subterfuge with Arnold and the feelings of my dress and Todd's hand on my skin. There was too much to keep track of. To make this work for Arnold, I had to rely on Todd to play his role. I had to keep my attention on Arnold and our fantasy. And I had to allow Todd's touch to stimulate me, the more the better. "He would reach down and slide a hand up under your skirt to reach your bare butt," Arnold continued. "Is your butt bare?" Todd repeated his move from the party, sliding his hand up under my skirt. His touch was very nice and the pleasure flowed from my butt to my pussy, re-igniting some of the sensations I felt earlier. My still-damp panties collected more of my moisture as I got into the fantasy and Todd's touch. Still, I was nervous. I hadn't expected Arnold to have Todd's hands on my bare butt so quickly. Where would this go? Then I realized that my fear would only get in the way. I couldn't let that happen. "I'm wearing a thong," I explained. "So yes, my butt is bare. His hand feels really good on my bare butt, Arnold." I didn't have to fake the sincerity in my voice, Todd's hand really did feel good caressing my butt. "What did it feel like when he rubbed up your leg?" Arnold asked. Todd caressed down my leg and back up, sliding his hand between my thighs as he did so. My pussy tingled with anticipation, even though he didn't touch me there. I really enjoyed his touch on my sensitive skin. "It felt wonderful, Arnold," I said. "Todd has a very nice touch and you know how I love to be caressed." I decided to escalate the fantasy. After all, Todd had touched my bare butt and I liked it, he might as well do a good job of it. "Now he's caressing my bare butt with both hands." Todd quickly slid his other hand under my skirt to follow directions. He kneaded and caressed my butt. I moaned a little, for effect, and continued, "What else would he do, Arnold?" "He wants to experience your butt some more," Arnold said. "He should flip your skirt over his head and kiss your butt." Todd didn't hesitate to follow directions. I jumped in surprise. I thought Arnold might stop with my fantasy man seeing and touching my butt. But Arnold left that possibility in the dust. "He's kissing my butt and it feels good," I said honestly. "Oh, Arnold, he has a beard and he's brushing my butt with it. That feels really neat." Todd, of course, was helping wonderfully and his beard really did feel neat. The waves of pleasure flowed over me even as I wondered how far Arnold would go with what he thought was a fantasy. I didn't know whether to fear the possibilities or follow my pussy's eager anticipation. Then I left both thoughts behind. My purpose was to experience all the pleasure I could and help with Arnold's fantasy. "That's the way, Melanie," Arnold encouraged. "Something like that makes it more real. You know, he wants to see your butt, not just touch and kiss it under your skirt." "You're right, Arnold," I confirmed, as I felt Todd nodding under my skirt. "I guess I'll lift my skirt so he can see." I matched my actions to my words, lifting the back of my skirt to my waist. With the light, Todd now had his first view of my smooth, well-rounded butt. He continued kissing and caressing and I almost laughed with the thought that it was now out in the open. "He should help you take it off," Arnold encouraged. "You should show him how much you enjoy what he's doing." "I'll try, Arnold," I agreed. "We're taking off my skirt now." I dropped my skirt over Todd's head. I unzipped it and released the button at the waist. Todd removed his lips and hands from my butt and the skirt fell to the floor around my feet. The fabric slithering down over my hips, butt and legs rekindled even more of the pleasure I felt earlier. I thought Arnold should stop the fantasy soon but the pleasure from my skirt and Todd's touch was building my desire to continue for more. But to continue, Arnold needed to be convinced that the fantasy was working. "Arnold, Todd's eyes are bugging out and he's smiling, really smiling big." "That's because he's surprised and delighted at how wonderful your butt looks," Arnold said. "He thinks your butt is the most magnificent butt he's ever seen." Todd nodded vigorously and grinned with pleasure. "Now he wants to nuzzle your butt and kiss and caress it some more." Todd quickly moved to comply with Arnold's directions. My pussy responded in sympathy and I was again as wet as before. By this time I had hopes, as much as I hesitated to admit them to myself, that my pussy would become more involved. "He's caressing my legs while he kisses and nuzzles my butt," I said. "One hand is caressing up between my legs. It feels really nice." Todd caressed me and it did feel nice. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling as he neared but didn't quite touch my pussy. I followed the lead of my pussy's desires and prompted Arnold. "Arnold, Todd is trying to take my thong off. I don't think I should let him do that." "Of course you should let him do that," Arnold scolded. "He wants to fuck you and experience how it feels to bounce off your beautiful butt when he's fucking you from behind. And he should already be naked so you can see how much he likes you." Todd pushed my thong down then hurried to strip. I tried to suppress the eagerness in my voice, speaking while Todd stripped. "Arnold, you can't mean that. I couldn't fuck anyone else. I thought you just wanted me to know that my butt was a turn-on for other guys." "Of course I mean that," Arnold confirmed. I beamed with delight. Arnold just gave me permission and encouragement to do what my eager, wet pussy had been anticipating. "He pushed my thong off, Arnold," I said, then giggled. "He kissed my butt while he pushed my thong off." I looked at the now naked Todd and eyed his hard-on. "You're right, Arnold, Todd really does like me. His hard-on proves it. And my pussy is wet. Maybe we really can let him fuck me." "Of course you can. Tell me about this young stud," Arnold demanded. "I want to know about this guy who's about to fuck my wife." Todd resumed kissing my butt and painting it with his beard, stroking my legs at the same time and teasing my pussy lips with gentle touches. "He's not a young stud, Arnold, he's a little older, an experienced lover. There's just a hint of gray in his beard. But his hard-on certainly looks healthy and firm. And he's stroking my legs while he's kissing my butt. Oooh, Arnold, he just touched my pussy lips. He's pushing a finger inside, no, two fingers. I think he has done this before, Arnold, he just found my clit with another finger. He's kissing my butt, stroking my clit and still has two fingers wiggling inside. I like this, Arnold. Todd has such a nice touch that I think he's a keeper." When I realized what I had just said, I felt that cold chill again, if only briefly. I didn't want Arnold jealous. But Todd's touch felt so good that I just blurted out what I felt. Todd was a little ahead of my description so I didn't have to make anything up. That was just as well because I wasn't thinking ahead right then. Todd's practiced fingers had quickly stimulated me into a blissful fog of pleasure, overwhelming the hesitation I felt earlier. I hadn't planned on having sex with Todd when I invited him to my room, but had no doubt now. The pleasure I felt from Todd's touches and Arnold's encouragement convinced me. "You should like it," Arnold said. "Do you see how much your beautiful butt turns a guy on?" "I guess so," I said. "This isn't bad for a fantasy." "I want this to be real for you, Melanie," Arnold said. "I wish you had a real guy with you and you were describing exactly what he was doing. Are you really getting wet thinking about how nice his prick will feel inside of you?" "I am," I said. "I'm wet and my juices are all over his fingers." A twinge of guilt surfaced again. I felt very uncomfortable about fooling Arnold. "Arnold, I have to tell you the truth. I really did meet Todd at the party. He's one of our best customers. When he caressed my butt, I invited him to my room. He has done everything you asked and everything I described. He's here naked and with a hard-on and my juices are all over his fingers. My pussy is wet and ready to be fucked." I waited, hoping Arnold wouldn't be too upset with me. "That's wonderful, Melanie," Arnold responded. I could hear the happiness in his voice. "I love it that you make it so real. And since your pussy is ready to be fucked, you should bend over the bed so he can put it in you," Arnold said. I was simultaneously relieved and frustrated. Arnold had taken my confession as an attempt to keep the fantasy real. With my relief and my pussy's eagerness, I turned and bent over the bed. Todd positioned himself behind me and placed his hard-on at the entry to my pussy. "His prick is pushing on my pussy, Arnold," I said. Todd pushed a little and the head started inside. He withdrew and pushed again. The head seemed to have trouble getting inside. I made a little noise with each push. "He's having trouble getting it inside, Arnold. Ohhh. I guess it's a little bigger than I thought. Ohhh." "Well push back and cooperate," Arnold encouraged. I pushed back as Todd pushed forward and his penis slid all the way in. It felt so good to be filled with his hard shaft that my pussy sent waves of ecstasy through the rest of my body, returning the favor for its anticipation. "Oh, you were right, Arnold," I said breathily. "I was so wet that we just had to push at the same time. He slid all the way in. It feels good inside and I feel his hips pressing against my butt." Todd withdrew then pressed into me again. He gripped my hips and began to stroke in and out. "He's bouncing off my butt, Arnold. He's all the way inside with each stroke and he's bouncing off my butt. He has his hands on my hips and butt, holding me where he wants me to be for each stroke. I like him bouncing off my butt but he feels even better inside." I moaned a little extra with each of Todd's strokes, to make sure that Arnold heard me. But the extra was tiny. I clutched his stroking hard-on with my pussy and thrilled at the sensations flowing through me. Todd kept his hands moving over my butt, thighs and back, caressing my sensitive skin and increasing my pleasure even more. "What's going on, Melanie?" Arnold demanded. "All I hear is you moaning." "He's fucking me, Arnold," I said. "And he's doing a great job of it. He's squeezing my butt with each stroke and I feel his balls bouncing into my bush. Oh, he's caressing my hips and butt. You know how much I like being touched and stroked. He's doing a great job, Arnold." I panted and moaned a little more, I didn't really want to be distracted from Todd's hard shaft by talking with Arnold. "Oh, Arnold, he feels so good stroking in and out. I think I'm going to . . .," I stopped talking and moaned, then moaned louder and for real when I came. I pushed back against Todd but he continued to stroke. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Arnold, I'm cuming. Oh, Oh," I moaned in time with Todd's strokes until my orgasm subsided. "What happened, Melanie? Tell me what's going on," Arnold demanded. "I just came, Arnold," I said. "But Todd didn't cum. He's still stroking. And he's still rubbing my butt. I think my butt is even more sensitive now. His rubbing feels so good. He slowed down a little when I came but he never stopped. He's fucking me again, or fucking me still, I don't care which. It feels good to have him fucking me, Arnold." "You're so hot, Melanie," Arnold said. "Do you know what I'm doing right now?" "I don't care what you're doing right now, Arnold," I said, totally immersed in the pleasure I felt from my climax, Todd's tool and Todd's hands. "I'm being fucked by a really nice cock and it feels so good going in and out. And now he's rubbing up and down my back but he squeezes my butt every time he gets there. Come on, Todd, fuck me harder." "That's the way, Sweetie," Arnold encouraged. "Make it real." "It's as real as I can make it," I said breathlessly, my voice pulsing with each of Todd's strokes. "It is real. Fuck me, Todd, fuck me.!" Todd picked up his pace and I moaned with each stroke. "Fuck me, Todd. Arnold, I'm going to cum again. Fuck me, Todd, harder, harder." I moaned as Todd grabbed my hips and rode like his life depended on it. I started to cum and tried to clench my pussy muscles, then felt Todd gushing inside. He clasped my hips and I pushed back on him as he pushed as far into me as he could. "Oh fuck yes," I breathed intensely, moaning with my orgasm. When my spasms subsided, Todd withdrew. I threw the bed covers aside and flopped onto my back on the bed. "Oh, that was good, Arnold," I said. "I came again. And Todd came too. Todd really knows how to handle that prick of his. And he certainly paid attention to my butt like he really liked it." "Of course he liked it, Babe" Arnold said. "Your butt is a wonderful thing." "I don't know," I said. "My butt is really all he has seen. For all I know he has a butt fetish and would like any butt he could get his hands on. How would I know if he really liked me and liked my butt as part of me? If he just has a butt fetish, we wouldn't have proven anything." I spoke my post-orgasmic musings without thinking. Then I realized that I was right. Arnold wanted me to appreciate my butt. I was willing to learn that but I also wanted Arnold to remember the rest of my body as well. In my state of post-coital bliss, it only made sense to ensure that Todd saw everything I had to offer. "Don't be silly, Babe," Arnold said. "Your butt is wonderful, the most wonderful I've ever seen and touched." "I'm still wearing my blouse, Arnold," I objected. "Todd hasn't even seen my breasts. And he hasn't seen how flat my stomach is." "You're making this sound very real, Babe." Arnold said. "That's good. But I have to go to sleep so I can go to work early tomorrow. You go ahead and have more fun with Todd after we get off the phone." I realized from Arnold's sudden change in tone that he had gotten off at the same time Todd and I did. Also, about the only time he called me "Babe" was when he just had a good sexual experience. So he got his rocks off and it was good for him. Without immediate attention and stimulation, Arnold would be ready to sleep soon. "You said you wanted it to be real," I said, trying to sound as pouty as I could. "I do want it to be real," Arnold said sincerely. "In fact, I wish you really had a guy in your room named Todd and that he just fucked you to two orgasms. Let me put it this way. If you have a guy named Todd in your room and he just fucked you, I want you to take off your blouse to show him your whole beautiful body. I want you to fuck him some more and do anything you want with him. And I want you to do more, tomorrow night." He paused. "That sounds like a good fantasy for tomorrow. I have some ideas. Call me before you go to the party and I'll explain. In the mean time, I have to go to bed." "Are you sure you want me to fuck Todd some more tonight?" I asked. "You know he's really here and he really fucked me." I tried again to make Arnold aware that this wasn't a fantasy. I didn't think it would convince him but I really wanted to tell him the truth. "Absolutely," Arnold answered. "I want you and Todd to have lots more fun tonight. Go wild and have a sexual feast. Let me put it this way. Todd, I'm Melanie's husband. I want you to fuck my wife tonight and make sure she has a really good time. If you make her happy, I'll tell her to include you in the plans we make for tomorrow night. Will you do that?" Melanie Ch. 01 I laughed. "Todd is nodding so hard I think he'll hurt himself, Arnold," I said. "I promise you, we'll fuck some more tonight and he will make me happy." "That's the way, Sweetheart," Arnold encouraged. "I have to go now. You enjoy yourself, sweetheart." "Thanks, Arnold, I'll try," I responded. "Love you." I turned off the speaker phone and made sure the phone was hung up. I turned to face Todd. "Todd, I want to apologize to you and thank you," I said. He looked surprised at my words. "What do you mean, Melanie?" he asked. I hesitated, then spoke. "You came up here to help me with my fantasy call with my husband. You followed Arnold's directions without any concern for your own wishes. Arnold didn't even realize that you were real, even though I tried to tell him. And I focused so much on Arnold's fantasy and on enjoying the pleasure of that fantasy that I didn't pay attention to what you might want. I apologize for being so inconsiderate. And I thank you for helping so selflessly." Todd laughed. "You're serious, aren't you?" he asked. "Of course I am," I assured him. Even though he agreed to come to my room and help, he didn't really have any say in the activities. "Melanie, I thoroughly enjoyed myself," he said sincerely. "I was literally thrilled to be able to help you out. And having sex with you was a real pleasure, I assure you." "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said. "But I made Arnold a promise without getting your agreement. I promised Arnold that we'd fuck our brains out." Todd laughed and smiled. "I can't really fulfill that promise without your help and cooperation." "I'll be delighted to help you with your promise," Todd said happily. "I hoped you would be," I said. "Is there anything I can do, or we can do that will make it more special for you?" "I know you're generous and capable in business," Todd said. "I think it's amazingly sexy that you show that same attitude in this situation. If you don't mind, I think it's time for me to see and touch your breasts. And since you told me just how sensitive your skin is, I'd like to touch and caress you all over." I quickly removed my blouse. Todd's eyes lit up when he saw my breasts. I blushed at the appreciation in his eyes as he looked over my entire body. "I think I'd like to cuddle a little," I said softly. "Your touch was so nice earlier that it might be really nice to slowly explore each other and feel what we want to do next." I reclined on the bed and motioned for him to join me. Todd reclined next to me on the bed and leaned to kiss me. It was a soft, gentle, sensual kiss and I sighed as I returned it in kind. I felt his hand touching and caressing my breast. Once again, his nice touch and my sensitive skin sent beginning waves of pleasure flowing through my body. Todd and I experienced a lot over the next few hours. He demonstrated considerable skill at caressing me and giving massages, so much so that I came two more times just from him rubbing my body. He was quite talented with his tongue and demonstrated that talent on my nipples and my clit. He managed to fuck me one more time and I sucked him off another time before he was totally unable to get it up any more. Somewhere in the process, I lost track of how many orgasms I had. "I have to get some sleep, Todd," I said. "I have a presentation to give tomorrow, as you know. But I want to thank you for a wonderful evening." I rested on the bed, naked and with my legs spread wide. Draining him had left me feeling deliciously lethargic. Todd reclined next to me and appeared equally lethargic. "I'm the one who should be thanking you, Melanie," Todd objected. "I don't remember when I've had a more wonderful evening at a customer appreciation party. Do you think there's a chance we could do some more tomorrow night?" "I don't know, Todd," I responded. "I need to find out what Arnold has in mind. He did say he had some ideas about doing more tomorrow. I don't know if he means another fantasy man, several fantasy men or more activities. Since he got off the phone instead of hearing more of our activities, I'd have to guess he wants one of the first two. Think about it and see what you can figure out. In any case, if we can work it out, I'd really like to help you work it in again. And since we can report that you made me happy when you followed his orders, I would guess that our chances are pretty good." Todd laughed. "I like that." He climbed out of bed and dressed. When he was ready to go, he looked at me, still spread on the bed. "I wonder," he started, then paused. "What do you wonder?" I asked. "I wonder if Arnold isn't the one with a butt fetish," he said. "I look at you and I know you're beautiful. Your butt is beautiful but it's just one of your wonderful attributes. It's delightful, just as your breasts, stomach, pussy, legs, face, hair and smile are delightful. Arnold seems to want to focus on your butt and tonight, he lost interest when you started to talk about anything other than your butt." I thought for a moment and wondered if I should tell Todd that I knew Arnold got his rocks off during the call. Instead, I answered, "You might be right. But that's not something you'll have to worry about, is it?" "No, I guess not," he agreed. "Let me know if I can help you at all, tomorrow or any time." "I will," I said. Todd let himself out of the room and carefully closed it behind him. I remained where I was, content in my after-sex glow and vaguely thinking about Arnold and what Todd had said. Then I got up, cleaned up a little and went to bed. = = = = = = = = = = = = The Melanie story has quite a few more chapters and I want to make it as entertaining and readable as possible. So if you like the story, have suggestions for improvement or might be interested in reviewing and editing subsequent chapters, please let me know. Melanie Ch. 02 Chapter 2: May Meeting -- Second Day -- Adding Ken and Jerry This story portrays sometimes surprising sexual relations between consenting adults, with no sluts, no degradation, no domination and no abuse. = = = = = = = = = = = = "Hi, Arnold, how are you doing?" I asked when Arnold answered my call. "You said you wanted me to call after the meetings and before the party." I tried to keep my voice neutral even though I was excited, looking forward to the evening and what he might ask me to do. "I'm doing fine," he said. I could hear the eagerness in his voice as he continued, "Did you enjoy the fantasy last night?" "I really did," I admitted. "I can't argue about making your fantasies more real. In fact, I had the real Todd here with me last night and we had a wonderful time. Last night was real." I was still conflicted about telling Arnold the truth and making him believe it. In my fear about Arnold's possible jealousy, I made the first part of our call the previous night sound like a fantasy. Now it would be difficult to get him to believe that I was telling the truth. My continued conflict still came from my fear. As enthusiastic as Arnold appeared, I was still afraid that he might get jealous when he figured it out. And, as conflicted as I was, I was also eager for more action. "Did you get yourself off after I hung up last night?" he asked. "Kind of," I said. "Actually, Todd got me off several more times." My pussy tingled with the thought. I couldn't help thinking that, if I started tingling like this so early, the rest of the evening would be totally amazing. "That's the spirit," he said enthusiastically. "Can you tell me about it?" "Of course I can," I agreed. "And you want me to convince you that it's real, right?" Inwardly, I swore at myself. I had just reminded him that he thought this was all a fantasy. I really wanted to tell him the truth. But I had just made it more difficult for him to believe me when I did tell him. I knew I would have to find some special way to tell him when the time came, some way that would be absolutely convincing. "I want it to be real," he responded. "Tell me everything." "Well, I took my blouse off and turned around so Todd could see me," I said. "When I faced him again, his eyes glazed over. He liked what he saw and told me so. He wondered if I liked being touched on the rest of my body like I like being touched on my butt. I encouraged him to try it and find out. We cuddled and necked for a little while. He rubbed and caressed me all over. He had such a nice touch that I came just from him rubbing on me. You know how sensitive my skin is." I couldn't help rubbing my body while I spoke. My caresses on my breasts, my butt, my torso and my pussy felt almost as good as Todd's had the night before. "Well, Todd had such a nice touch that I felt like he was an organist playing beautiful music of pleasure all over me. And I knew that he liked it, too, because he got hard again with very little delay." Even with this little bit of description, plus my own touching, of course, I felt more tingling and moisture in my pussy. "Arnold, I'm getting wet just from telling you about it." "What about your butt?" Arnold asked. His voice caught as he spoke so I guessed he was probably stroking himself as I talked. "He knew that you wanted me to appreciate my butt, so he fucked me from behind again," I said. "He caressed my butt so nicely while he fucked me that I came again twice before he came his second time." I reached between my legs, pushing my dress up so I could reach my target. I caressed my pussy through my thong panties and felt the moisture that was already there. "What do you mean he knew what I wanted you to do with your butt?" Arnold challenged. "How would he know that?" "Don't be silly, Arnold," I said. "He was following your directions while you and I talked on the phone. He couldn't help but know what you wanted. After he fucked me that time, he massaged and caressed me some more. His touch felt really nice on my breasts and he noticed how much I enjoyed that. So he kissed my nipples and flicked them with his tongue. He's really good with his tongue." I dropped my skirt so I could pinch my nipples through the thin fabric of the gray dress. That felt so good that I couldn't hold back a slight moan. "Mmmm. Then he wanted to eat my pussy." I pushed a hand under my skirt again to rub my pussy within my thong. "I was so turned on I couldn't say no, Arnold. So he crawled between my legs and started to eat me. I think he was really experienced, Arnold." I stroked my pussy more firmly as I spoke and slipped a finger under my thong to caress myself more intimately. My pussy and clit responded instantly, flooding me with pleasure that I hoped would soon be eclipsed by more time with Todd. I was surprised and delighted at how turned on I got from my touch, my memory of Todd's touch and his wonderful penis and telling Arnold about my activities with Todd. "He started slowly and lifted me up just a little at a time. I almost told him to get serious a couple of times but he lifted me a little more and I felt so good that I forgot to object." I gently rubbed my clit with the memory of Todd's talented tongue. "It felt so good that my clit is all tingly just thinking about it. And he figured out a neat way to rub my butt while he ate my pussy. I really liked what he did." "He rubbed your butt while he ate your pussy?" Arnold asked. His voice caught even more as he spoke, so I knew he was touching himself and enjoying it. "Oh, yes, Arnold," I affirmed. "I don't know how he did it but it felt so good that I didn't really care how. While he ate me, he rubbed my butt. He changed his touch every once in a while, reaching up to touch my breasts and around to caress my stomach. He also stuck a finger or two in my pussy while he tongued my clit. It was marvelous." By now I was actively rubbing my clit and feeling my excitement grow. I wondered if Arnold could hear the excitement I felt. "And you came?" he asked, his voice quavering. "I definitely came, more than once," I enthused. "He eased his touch each time and then stimulated me more. I don't remember how many times I came but I'd sure like to experience his tongue some more. I'm getting hot just thinking about it and stroking my clit in his honor. Uhhhhh." I know my voice showed my excitement. I experienced a small orgasm just as I finished telling Arnold about Todd's tongue. We were both quiet for a few seconds. "Was that all you did with him?" Arnold prompted. I thought his voice sounded a little more firm and I wondered if he liked hearing that part or if it bothered him to hear the signs of my orgasm. I wondered if he got off at the same time I did but I didn't think so. I continued my story. "No, that's not all, Arnold," I said as happily as I could. I didn't have to work to sound happy, I really had enjoyed my time with Todd. "After he finished feasting on my pussy, I decided to return the favor. He was still soft from our fucking so I sucked his penis all the way into my mouth." I heard Arnold catch his breath and I knew I was on the right track. "He still tasted so good because of his cum and my juices on his lollipop. I sucked and savored his tasty tool and it wasn't long before he was hard again. I thought it was fun to make his prick jerk by licking just under and across the tip." My description was true. It was also true that Arnold really liked that touch when I sucked his cock. "And he really liked that?" Arnold prompted. His voice was really shaky again. "Yeah, he really liked that," I affirmed with as thoughtful a tone as I could muster. "He also liked it when I sucked him into my mouth and swirled his penis around with my tongue." That was another touch Arnold really liked. Arnold moaned and could barely speak. "Uh, what else did you do?" "Oh, not much," I prepared to deliver the ultimate news. "I just cradled his balls in one hand and pressed up behind his balls, you know, just like you like. I even slid my fingers toward his asshole to tease him a little. But before I even got close, he came again. He pumped quite a load into my mouth. I swallowed all I could, then sucked even more to see how much I could get out of him. He gave me several more spurts before he was done for the night." Arnold moaned even more as I told about sucking Todd off. I heard a clunk as though he dropped the phone. After a few moments, I heard some rustling and Arnold spoke again. "Babe, you're so hot that you constantly amaze me," he said. I smiled as he spoke. In our married life, there were just two phrases he used that I didn't like. One was when he talked about my big beautiful butt. He and I were working so that I would love my butt as much as he did, so I didn't object to that any more. The other was him calling me Babe just after he had an outstanding orgasm. I stopped objecting when I realized the association. He didn't know how much he told me when he called me Babe, but I knew. He had just cum powerfully. He liked my story. "Babe, are you there?" "I'm here, Arnold," I responded. "It sounded like you dropped the phone." "I did," he confirmed. "Do you know how amazing you are?" "I'm really glad that you think so," I said. "Babe, you have no idea," he said sincerely. I was surprised. A three-Babe orgasm was unusual. "We didn't do much after I sucked him off," I said. "But it was a long, sexy night. We cleaned up the mess a little and he went to his room for the night." "Were you wet all the time?" Arnold asked. "I was wet from the time I rubbed my butt on him at the party," I confirmed. "You know how I get wet when I'm horny. I was soaking all night." "That's what I thought," he said. "Do you know what I'd like you to do tonight?" "I really don't know," I responded. "Does it have something to do with making it real and with my butt?" "You're very perceptive," he said. "Yes, I want you to make it as real as you can. And I want you to prove again to yourself just how wonderful your butt really is. I want you to wear the gray dress to the party tonight, with no underwear." "But that will show everything I have," I objected, "and if I get wet thinking about making love with you, my juices will make a spot on the dress that everyone will be able to see." "That's a good point," he admitted. "OK, you can wear underwear, but it can only be thong panties. Don't wear a bra." I tingled because that's what I was hoping he would say. "Are you sure, Arnold? I'll be in a crowd of people you don't know and some of them will be in my own company. If I put on too good a show, I could get fired." "I've thought about that," he said. "I want you and Todd to carefully select a few friends you can trust. When you're with them, I want them to surround you and caress your butt. I want you to find a corner of the room that's away from the main action. I want them to form a circle so nobody else can really see what's going on. Then I want you to dance for them, just as sensually as you possibly can. Rub your butt across the fronts of their trousers until you feel all of their hard pricks. When you've had enough of that at the party, bring them all to your room and call me." "You know I could never do that at a party," I chided. "Melanie, was Todd real for you last night?" Arnold asked. "Todd was very real," I answered. "I want you to do the same tonight," Arnold said. "I want tonight to be at least as real for you as last night was." "Arnold, would you want this if it were really real, not just a fantasy?" I challenged. Even if I couldn't get him to believe the truth yet, I wanted his clear approval for what he asked. "Absolutely," he answered. "If I knew how to set up this kind of situation and prove to you that your butt is the most beautiful thing in the world, I'd do it. I'd hold the clothes of all the men fucking you and help them to get reenergized when they wore out, just so you could appreciate yourself. I would do all of this, just for you, Baby." I smiled at the variant of Babe. He really wanted this. "So if I set this up with the real Todd and some of his friends, you would want me to go through with it?" I asked. "That's the spirit, Melanie," he said enthusiastically. "Yes. I give you my permission to find a real Todd and to have wild sex with him and a roomful of his friends. All I ask is that you use your butt to attract them so that you know you have a wonderful butt." "If you think so, I guess I can work with Todd and see what we can do," I said hesitantly, barely able to keep my broad smile from affecting my voice. "That's what I think and that's what I want," Arnold said firmly. "Now get dressed like I said, go down to that party and have fun." "Thanks, Sweetheart, I'll try," I said and hung up. I stood, already wearing the gray dress and thong underwear and no bra and looked at myself in the mirror. I really could see practically everything about my body. I called Todd's room. When he answered, I explained what Arnold had asked me to do. I asked if he had any friends who could be trusted to keep quiet while we acted the fantasy and keep their silence afterwards. He said he only knew two for sure but they fit all the qualifications. I told him to gather his friends, fill them in on the situation, and meet me at the party. I picked up my room key and some cash, leaving my purse behind, and left my room to head downstairs. Todd was waiting for me outside the party room with two other men. He introduced me. Both were younger than Todd, Jerry being shorter and Ken taller. As we walked inside, Todd was directly in front of me and the other two followed so close that they kicked my feet a couple of times. I tapped Todd on the shoulder then stopped. Jerry bumped into me. "Look, I want you close to me," I said, "but please be careful not to kick me or step on me. We can have a little space when we walk and get closer together when we stop, OK?" All three nodded and we turned to look around the room. Ken tapped Todd on the shoulder and pointed to a corner. Todd nodded and we started walking that direction. When we arrived, we found that the crowd was less dense and the corner was a little darker than the rest of the room. The reason for the vacant corner was quickly apparent. Buster, the funniest customer at our meetings, was entertaining a group of customers and my peers with his comic delivery. Everyone in his "audience" strained to hear his latest quips. As a result, our corner was surrounded by the backs of the people Buster was entertaining. I relaxed a little. I had been concerned that just the three guys wouldn't be able to hide our activities very well. With Buster's unwitting help, we had a much better chance of not getting caught as we acted out Arnold's fantasy. "What would you like to drink?" Todd asked. "I'd like a glass of water and a margarita," I said. "Here, I'd like you to hold my room key and my money." He accepted the room key and tried to give the money back. "I don't have any place to carry either," I said. "Whether I pay for my drinks or not, please hold the key and money." Todd got drink orders from Jerry and Ken, then went to the bar to get our drinks. "You look really nice," Jerry ventured. "Thanks, Jerry, I try," I responded. "I think he means you look really nice," Ken said, emphasizing the word really. "Is it true that your husband told you what to wear tonight?" "Yes, it's true," I confirmed. I turned around so they could see the entire picture, or as much as they could see in the dark corner. When I faced them again, their smiles and happy eyes told me that they approved. "He really wanted this dress to be in a really bright color but I insisted on toning it down." "Why did you tone it down?" Ken asked. "I want to keep my job," I said. "If it were really bright, as form fitting as this dress is, everyone would notice immediately. And that simply wouldn't be in keeping with the image my company wants to project." "In a way, that's a shame," Ken said, "because from here, that dress shows that you have a wonderful form. Do you realize how tempting it is to put my hands all over your form?" "Hold that thought," I said, avoiding an answer for the moment but thinking how nice his hands would feel roaming all over my form. "Why did your husband want you to wear that dress with several men escorting you?" Jerry asked. He smiled nervously. "I think I have a big butt," I said. "My husband thinks I have a wonderful butt. He has a fantasy that I'll learn to love my butt just like it is if I only realize that guys are really attracted to my butt." "I'm really attracted to your butt," Jerry said hurriedly. His hands twitched and I knew that he would like to get a grip on my butt. I smiled my encouragement. Todd showed up with a tray and our drinks. I drank half of my water then started to sip my real drink. "Have you explained everything to Ken and Jerry?" he asked. "Not everything," I said. "I told them that Arnold likes my butt and wants me to like it too. What did you tell them?" "I only told them that your husband wanted you to wear a very sensual dress and wanted you to have a close escort of more than one man," he said. "Let's pull up some chairs for a minute and talk," I said. When we were seated, I continued. "My husband wants me to love my butt. He has a fantasy that I'll love my butt if I realize that my butt turns men on. In his fantasy, men see and caress my butt. They get turned on. OK?" "That's OK so far," Ken responded. "Somehow I think there might be more to this." "You're right, there is more," I said. "Can I trust all three of you to keep this entire evening strictly between the three of us? And can I trust you to keep totally quiet when it's time to be quiet?" "Of course," Todd answered. Ken and Jerry looked confused but quickly agreed. "OK, here's the complete story," I said. "My husband wants me to be at this party and knock several guys' eyes out. He knows that I'm a little conservative in public so he wants the guys, you guys, to make sure nobody else sees when I'm showing off. So I'm going to dance for you three. I won't strip but this dress reveals a lot about my body. I'll probably rub against you as I dance. When I'm not dancing, and maybe sometimes when I am, we're going to stand really close together. When we do, you can touch me, especially my butt, and we can rub on each other. After we've done that for a little while, I'm supposed to go up to my room and call my husband for some fantasy phone sex. I want you to come to my room with me but I don't want my husband to hear that you're there. So you have to be completely quiet. I want you to act out his fantasy. I don't know what he'll say to do but we'll just have to find that out as we go. Does that make sense?" "I'm not sure whether it makes sense or not," Ken said, "but it sounds like such a kinky bit of fun that I'd like to be in on it." Jerry just nodded vigorously. "How do we get started?" Ken finished. "We just follow directions," I said. "Move these chairs out of the way and stand so nobody else can see what I'm doing." They three men followed instructions and I started to sway with the music. The gray dress wasn't quite as sensual for me as the navy skirt but it still felt good. And I knew from Arnold's excitement that it looked even better. I loosened my movements and started to step around, turning so the men could see me. I almost laughed when I noticed how much they tried to keep eye contact and not look at my body as I moved as sensually as I could. I danced so I could brush past each of them in turn. Ken and Jerry stood stiffly, as though afraid of making wrong moves. My mood darkened. I needed their help to make Arnold's fantasy work. I danced past them again, this time deliberately rubbing my butt against the fronts of their trousers before moving to the next one. I wanted to feel their pricks get hard but Jerry and Ken didn't seem to get that yet. If they didn't get with the program soon, this could turn out to be a dud of an evening. I wished I had agreed more obviously when Ken first hinted about getting his hands on me. Todd, at least, was getting noticeably firm. Melanie Ch. 02 Author's note: I am so indebted to my sweet muse and editor. Many thanks to all of you who have told me you enjoy Chapter 1, and other stories. Your comments, public and private, supportive or critical (or both), really do help me hone my skills. I will try to respond to everyone who leaves me a contact address. New readers might find it best to start with Melanie: Chapter 1. ***** Sunshine teased his eyelids apart long before the alarm rang. He had in his turmoil forgotten to draw the curtains the previous night, and the morning brightness streamed into the east-facing room. He lay for a while, listening to the sweet melody of a songthrush, and reflecting on the events of the evening. Knew without doubt that he was falling heavily for the beautiful and intriguing woman who lay, still fast asleep, on the narrow bed above him. Sat up and leaned over to watch her sleeping face, a soft mask of relaxation as she recovered from her long journey. He knew that she would be confused when she woke: her first morning on a far continent, still jetlagged, and with no memory of how she came to be lying in his bed, near-naked. She would surely be embarrassed, possibly even concerned at what might have happened to her. He thought carefully. He wanted her wakening to be as pleasant and unstressful as possible. Realised that the last thing she needed was to find him naked in the room with her. So he rose and donned a shirt and underpants. He paused before going to shower, realised that if she did wake before he was ready, she would be alarmed to find she couldn't move from the bed as she was near-naked. He spread his ancient silk dressing-gown on the foot of the bed for her. Then he padded to the tiny ensuite cubicle to shower. The morning was so wonderful, and he was so happy, that he couldn't resist singing softly to himself in the shower. His ablutions were nearly complete when his song was interrupted by a sound at the door. It opened a crack and Melanie's sweet Australian voice drifted through the noise of the spraying water, querulous: Sandy? - Good morning Melanie. I do hope you slept well? There was a giggle: Yeah, I did thank you Sandy. But may I enquire precisely who undressed me and put me to bed? He stuck his wet head round the shower-cabinet and found an impish pair of brown eyes twinkling at him from the door, a grin broadening around them. - Um, I ... I have to own up lassie. You fell asleep -- as I was reading to you actually -- and I ... err, I didn't want you uncomfortable, and your lovely dress all crumpled. He was immensely relieved that she didn't seem at all angry. - Well since you've already seen me in a condition of some intimacy, would you mind shutting that curtain and not looking for a minute, whilst a girl has a pee? I'm desperate, I need the toilet NOW. He would have suggested she wait till he was out of the shower, but she'd already swished into the tiny space in his gown and was lowering herself onto the toilet. He drew the curtain and modestly turned to face the wall. But the sounds of her release, and the knowledge that she was performing such an intimate and private act just inches from him, had their natural effect on his body. The toilet flushed and he heard her wash her hands. Thank you Sandy! and the door clicked shut. He stepped from the shower, dried, and shaved. Thankfully his arousal had abated a bit by the time he was finished, and had wiped the shower down in case she wanted to use it. He slipped on underpants and shirt, emerged into the room. She was standing on the balcony, and the morning breeze spread her hair in a tracery of black against the sun. - Sorry Melanie. He blushed. I ... um ... I thought you wouldn't be awake until I dressed properly. Let me just grab my suit, and then the shower-room'll be free for you. She turned and her eyes retained their twinkle, raking his partially-clothed condition. - Go and dress then Sandy, and while you're doing that I'll slip into my clothes and head off to my own room to get ready for the day. She moved into the room and stepped up to him as he stood, hair dripping from the shower. Kissed him lightly on the cheek. - And thank you for looking after me last night, Sandy. And putting me to bed like a gentleman. She stepped back. He scented her sleep-sweat. Now go and dress. See you at breakfast in about an hour? He moved into the shower with his suit and presently she sang a goodbye and the door clicked shut. He was half into his suit, but he wasn't sure anymore what he was doing. Was uncertain whether the suit was the best thing to wear. He made himself tea, half-dressed, and stood on the balcony reflecting. He really couldn't make up his mind how formally to dress now, and it was hard to focus as fragments of Melanie kept drifting through his memory. Wee looks, gestures, intonations.......her voice and the words of her extraordinary poem. He sipped the Darjeeling and listened to Paris wakening around him. ***** Melanie sat at a window table as he entered the dining-room, reading-glasses peering into Le Figaro. Simple white blouse and loose light skirt, sensible Paris dress. He was glad he'd forsaken his suit for tie-less shirt and slacks. - Good morning madame, would you mind if I share your table? She glanced up: Why not at all sir. A lady can get lonely amongst strangers over breakfast. They both laughed softly, lightening the morning together. As they ate they discussed the festival programme; which readings seemed the most interesting. Her focus was on poetry and his on prose, but they had a common list by the end of the meal. The programme didn't begin till ten that first morning. When they had eaten they took tea and sat on a terrace, as the dining room was noisily cleared behind them. She glanced in his face: Umm...Sandy? His brow cocked. I ... I really must thank you for helping me to bed last night. It was so sweet and gentlemanly of you. I slept so well. I really do appreciate it. A deep smile, slight flush. He blushed, slightly uncomfortable, and his laugh was a wee artifice. I -- he blushed deeper -- there, err, there wasn't really much else I could've done. Other than leave you dressed. Maybe I shouldn't have. Undressed you. I did have another couple of stiff whiskies before I decided to. It wasn't so hard. He looked up, finally able to smile at her. - I woke, you know, when you were taking my dress off. It was Melanie who blushed deeply now. How you managed I don't know. You must have realised that I was ... a bit aroused? And I heard you afterwards, on the balcony. She giggled. He wished he wasn't there. Didn't know where to look: I ... I umm, I do apologise. If I'd thought for a second you were awake ... ... you might have been tempted to join me? She smiled, face flushed. I had to ... after I knew you were asleep. Her eyes fell to the table, suddenly examining the cups. Regretted her impetuous words now. He leaned and touched her hair, a little stroke. Then touched the back of her hand as it lay on the table, feathered the length of her fingers methodically. Heaved a deep sigh. - Well. At least we both know where we stand lassie! He wondered where he'd found the courage to say that. There was an edge of unease between them after their exchange, a few minutes of awkward silence. Then they looked up at each other simultaneously, and burst out laughing. - I have never spoken to anyone like that in my life before Sandy. He rose and drew her up: And neither have I, sweet woman. Hesitantly, their lips met. ***** He was more nervous than he could ever remember as people began to enter the room. Not many, he thought, but enough. There were about twenty there by the time a distant clock struck eleven. Melanie entered at the rear of the room, slightly pink, as the convenor stood to introduce Sandy in French, then flawless English. He rose and thanked the woman for her kind remarks, in both languages. Said a few stumbling words of appreciation to the organisers for their invitation. A hush fell as he began reading. He sat down to a smattering of applause. Polite, he thought, not enthusiastic. But all he felt was relief as he sat, wiping his brow. Just a few questions at first, his use of vocabulary, what did he think of Kelman and others who often wrote in phonetic dialect. As the discussion became livelier, he was surprised at how knowledgeable several were about modern Scots literature. Began to enjoy himself as he opened up, expounded a bit. Only Melanie made direct and positive comments about his reading, said she had enjoyed it. Then a tall bearded man, who introduced himself as a Norwegian professor of English, stood. And methodically, clinically, took the chapter to pieces, in the context of the whole novel. Nobody else had given any sign of having read it. Sandy was hurt at first, but began to hear what the man was saying. The Norwegian closed by saying dryly that it wasn't a bad first novel. Few comments followed. The convenor rose to end the session, and folk began to drift out of the room. The Norwegian came up to shake his hand with a smile, said he knew a first reading was hard. Melanie hovered behind as a handful of others spoke briefly to Sandy. Then a striking familiar face said thank you, she'd enjoyed the reading, would have to read the novel in full. Moved away again. Margaret Atwood! He stared after the Canadian, too stunned and exhausted to give her a signed copy from the wee stack on the table. - Well, Sandy! You hardly need my praise after that, now do you? Melanie's smile glowed as she hugged him warmly, kissed his ear: You were wonderful. Well done! And she picked up a book, scurried after the famous author, said a few words to her. His arm went round Melanie as they moved from the now empty room. - Now Sandy, after all that excitement, I need your help. Please? He stopped and turned to her, kissed her brow. - Absolutely anything Melanie. How can I help? He was just coming back to earth after one of the most intense experiences of his life. He breathed her subtle scent as he looked in her eyes. Knew that he wanted her as he had never wanted anyone. - I really need your help in deciding what to read this afternoon. Come up to my room with me Sandy? ***** She was undecided about which of two poems to include in her set, and directed him to sit whilst she read. He shut his eyes and her confident voice washed over him. Asked her to read them again. Then he took the book from her and read himself. The distinctions became somehow clearer as he saw the words on the page. She looked on, a touch nervous perhaps, but otherwise unreadable. Finally he said: Maybe the second one has the edge? There is just the hint of an unwanted ambiguity here -- he read a few lines from the first -- which weakens it? She pondered: D'you know, I've never seen that before, but you're right. Imagine learning something new about my own poem from you! She kissed the top of his head -- the bald spot, he thought ruefully. - Thank you Sandy, I feel quite ready to face my critics now. But I think I'll skip lunch and maybe see if I can sleep for an hour or two before I read. D'you mind? Um ... and would you be a sweetie and knock hard on my door for me at the coffee-break at three-thirty? Just in case I don't wake in time? - He bent to kiss her smiling face: Happy to oblige lass. I'll see you then. But her lips opened to his and the kiss deepened as their arms wound round each other. Her breath quickened as his fingers stroked her back and their bodies pressed together. She had to feel his erection, he thought, but somehow it didn't matter. Her hands moved to his bum, drew him hard against her, and his fingers moved tentatively to one small firm breast, felt the nipple engorge under the flimsy bra. They were panting hard as they finally drew apart. - I want you Melanie. It was out before he knew he'd said it. She smiled. Her finger brushed his erection. I know. And I'm afraid -- she looked suddenly shy now, self-confidence evaporated -- that I want you too. But. You must know that it's just not in my character -- she kissed his cheek, still breathing deeply -- to open my legs for the first sexy man I meet at an event. Her eyes dropped and she flushed. Sorry. He drew back. She was happily married. He shouldn't have expected any other response. - That's fine, lass, he whispered, head bowed. I do understand. He looked up at her. And I really don't spend my life wandering round the place, expecting sex at every opportunity. Especially not from beautiful poets. He smiled. And you do know that, on my part at least, there is more than sex involved? I'm beginning to care for you, I'm afraid. - That's precisely the problem Sandy. I know there's more than sex involved. If I'd hadn't known that, I'd have pulled your face into my pussy as you undressed me last night. I was very tempted. I was so aroused. She smiled wanly at him. He gasped. Her openness, and her trust, melted him. His head, his entire being, was a maelstrom of emotion. He drew back from her, nervous at the power of what was happening between them. - Melanie, I'm so grateful for your directness. But maybe its time I left you to rest for a while? His stomach rumbled. - Maybe it is, Sandy. And I know that you at least need your lunch. Off you go! And please don't forget to knock me up later. They both exploded in laughter at the double-entendre. He went to eat alone, but ended sharing a table with a middle-aged couple from the US, Baltimore. They were friendly and chatty, and he enjoyed their company. Emily was a sweet quite plump woman who was here for the festival, an aspiring writer currently studying on a Creative Writing course. Her husband Jake was quieter, and seemed to be in Paris to accompany his wife, rather than from any burning personal interest in literature. The time passed pleasantly and they parted friends. There was half-an-hour before the next event on Sandy's list and he wandered out of the campus to buy a few bottles of Evian for his room. He'd forgotten how undrinkable Paris tap-water was. And he was glad to be clear of the place for a while: such events have their own claustrophobia. He returned for a session by a Malaysian writer in whom he was interested. Sat fascinated by the reading, and made a couple of contributions to the discussion. But his mind was only half-there. The other half was with his delicious Australian companion, drifting back through things they had exchanged ... He was thinking of her still as he rode the lift to her floor. She smiled as she opened the door to him: Thanks for remembering, but as you can see I managed to get myself organised. She had indeed. Unlike the morning, she had applied makeup. He didn't normally care for it, preferred to see people the way they were, but on her the subtle effects were stunning, and he told her so. - Normally I don't bother. I'm comfortable with how I look. But for something like this, when I'm very much on display ... I'm not sure what it is. Maybe a bit of warpaint helps to protect me? But Sandy? - Aye? - I'm a jumble of nerves. I've never exposed myself in public as I'm about to. Would you mind if I had just the tiniest sip of your whisky before I read? He laughed, drew her to him for a moment. Of course sweet woman. Please be my guest. The room held only a handful of people when they entered at four on the dot. She hadn't wanted to be there waiting as it filled -- or perhaps didn't fill. The convenor of the reading -- the Norwegian professor -- shook her hand warmly, nodded at Sandy. He explained that poetry readings normally attracted fewer folk than prose, and that her attendance was respectable. Melanie's unease was palpable. ***** She started to read, her clear voice filling the room. She read well, and Sandy felt the attention she commanded. She spoke briefly between each poem, and ended the set with the one which had transfixed him the previous evening. The wee gathering applauded with enthusiasm and she sat, flushed, surprise and relief on her drawn face. As the applause registered, a smile crept over her. Sandy was prepared to intervene in her support, but he didn't have to. Enthusiastic comments and questions filled the small room, and Melanie's face flushed deeply. He was so glad for her, felt privileged to be a small part of her day. As the pace of contributions slowed, he said a few words, and there was laughter for the first time during the reading. Her face glowed. The Norwegian said a few kind words to close the gathering, A queue formed to buy her book, clutching Euros. As the last folk left he approached her. She looked drained, slumped in her seat, eyes shut. He stroked her fine hair and she looked up at him. Tears were welling and Sandy crouched beside her, licked them from the corners of her eyes. He drew back a little: Well my sweet poet? Do you know how you touched them? Just about every person in the room. At one point lass, there was hardly a dry eye. Our stern Norwegian friend apart. But mine included. She looked at him through her tears, and he saw a pain he didn't understand. - Sandy, I didn't see them, was barely aware of them. I felt so ... totally exposed. As if I was naked in front of them. No, that's not right. There was a glimmer of laughter behind the tears. I might even have enjoyed that. No -- she giggled now -- that's not right either, might have enjoyed being naked compared to what I did feel. I ... I really don't know what I'm trying to say. She crumpled and his arms went round her, her head falling listless on his shoulder as the sobs wracked her. He crouched beside her for a long time, stroking her hair. Gradually the sobs subsided and he drew her up. She finally raised her eyes, looked tremulously in his. He stood back, still holding her firmly under her arms. - I think we need a wee walk Melanie? ***** The cab dropped them on L'Isle de la Citée and he handed her out of it. Her eyes lifted to the Gothic splendour of Notre Dame and she turned to him, smiling. She hadn't spoken a word as she huddled in the corner of the taxi, as far from him as she could be in the confined space. He led her onto the bridge and she stared at the murky water of the Seine swirling below them. After some minutes he pulled her from her reverie and kissed her eyes. She blinked at his unexpected touch and stroked his arm: Can we go inside now Sandy? she whispered. The hushed gloom of the ancient church enveloped them, and Melanie realised that this must have been one of the oldest buildings she had ever entered. Their footfalls echoed on the flagstones through the hushed tones of other visitors and worshippers. They breathed the slightly damp muskiness unique to old churches as their eyes surveyed the stone engineering of the building. Then they were at the front of the nave. They must have raised their eyes at the same time to the iridescent splendour of the huge rose window glowing behind the altar, for they gasped together and she turned to him. - Sandy, what a lovely idea to bring me here. I needed to get out of my head. And nobody, not even me, could remain in their own skull in here! He smiled and stroked a wisp of hair from her face, glad to see her back in the world again. By the time they left the church she was nearly herself, chattering and quipping with him. They wandered the quais of the tiny stone-ramparted island, watching pleasure-boats and barges churn through the turgid water. Then he led her up a flight of stairs and they were in a tree-lined square, overhung by buildings on two sides. The air was alive with bird-calls. Marché des Oiseaux, he whispered, and they wandered between stalls of cages full of tiny fluttering birds. Colours sparkled and song floated wherever she looked. It was very pretty, but it was cruel too. She knew they didn't belong here. But the colour and sound entranced her. She took his arm. They had hardly touched since her reading. Melanie Ch. 02 - Sandy, I think I need to sit down now. Can we find a café? His eyes twinkled at her, reassured that she was back on the same planet. - I'm sure we can find somewhere lass. Let's get back to the Left Bank, it gets dearer if you go the other way. As they reached the south side of the bridge she stopped to look at the long row of paintings and drawings erected along the river-wall, vendors lingering nearby. - Melanie? She glanced at him, attention on a water-colour. I thought you wanted a break? I'm dying for a beer You can look at the paintings all you like later, let's go sit down now? There was a pavement café nearby. They sat and ordered beers. She wiped her brow, glanced at him. - Sandy? He smiled her his attention, brows raised. - I don't know what I'd have done without you this afternoon. The reading emptied me. I've never been so drained in my life. As you know, I went away somewhere for a bit afterwards. Thank you for being with me, and for bringing me here. Her eyes looked down for a moment. Lifted to his again: It's so lovely to share this amazing experience with you. The colour rose on her face. He held her gaze: I do understand what happened to you. This morning was one of the hardest things in my life. I was so traumatised, I barely realised that Margaret Atwood came over afterwards. You rescued me graciously. It's been quite a day for both of us. He reached and brushed a tendril of hair from her brow, and his fingers dropped to stroke her cheek. She smiled, and he felt the glow pass through him: Yes, quite a day. He was light-headed, somewhere distant in his own brain. Not sure where his next words came from. - I think we need to go back now, don't you? They rose and he tossed a 10-Euro note at the desk as they left. ***** Melanie saw the cab first, hailed it. As they sank back in the big Citroen she said: Sorry, I just couldn't face the Métro. Her expression matched his heart, and he drew her to him, arm clasping tightly round her shoulder. As the cab moved through the lights up Boul'Mich they sat close, breathing each other, heads slumped together, faces touching. When they reached her room and the door shut behind them, he took her shoulders, turned her to face him. Her eyes, soul shining through them, welled something from the depth of him, and he felt the tears rise as he bent to kiss her slightly-parted mouth. They melted together as the kiss deepened, hands stroking each others' backs, clutching tightly. The urgency grew as her hips pressed his, open, willing. He eventually pulled away, panting, licking her eyes. His fingers fumbled to unbutton her blouse. They had barely spoken a word since leaving the café. Her fingers went to his shirt as her blouse fell open and he gazed in wonder at her breasts, nipples protruding, hard and needing. Bent in awe to take them in his mouth. She shuddered and drew his open shirt from his trousers, stroked his back whilst he suckled her. His fingers slipped down her soft flanks and fumbled with the fastening on her skirt as her fingers tousled his hair. He could smell her arousal now and when her skirt and panties fell he was gazing at her nakedness. His tongue flicked over her mons and as her legs parted, slipped into her unfurling petals. He lapped eagerly, tasting her sweet honey, tongue delving in exploration between her folds. Her fingers moved on his shoulders, stroking soft. He heard her deep moaning and as his tongue flicked her clit she was shuddering against him, fingers now gripping his shoulders ferociously as the first wave of her orgasm shook her. He withdrew and glanced up, saw her face almost a grimace as her body shook against him. Her fingers moved to the back of his head, pressing it into her again. He lapped eagerly and her moans grew louder, her cunt spasming in his face. He withdrew and stood unsteadily, hands sliding up her back as he rose. She was still shuddering in his arms, panting, mouth hanging open, her irises upturned and hardly visible. He kissed her mouth gently, whispered his deep care for her. Slowly her eyes focused on his as her spasms lessened. Then her arms folded round him and she whispered: My sweet Sandy. He lifted her onto the bed and lay beside her, stroking her gently, licking the sweat from her neck. - I fear I'm in love with you Melanie. - No words sweetie, she whispered, arms winding round his back. Words are dangerous. Just treasure what we have now. He slumped beside her, knowing she was right. His fingers stroked her nipples and they kissed deeply again. His cock was throbbing against her hip. Her legs parted wide and he turned and slid between them. He was looking deeply in her eyes as his cock touched her open lips. - I want you Melanie. I have to be in you. She smiled and nodded faintly and he slid into her slowly. Her eyes widened as he pierced her, her delicious wetness absorbing him. She panted harder as her eyes glazed and he began to move on her, slowly. Grunted into her, pulling her knees over his shoulders. She responded as he filled her, hips beginning to move under him, and he smiled in her eyes This wasn't sex, it was a different world. Their union was ethereal, hips rising and pounding. He no longer knew where he ended and she began, but his body moved with hers and they soared together, melded completely. Eventually, slowly, he felt his balls tighten as she spasmed round him, and his deep release pumped into her. He fell on her and they lay gasping together, fingers exploring, stroking. The sweet softness of a total union he couldn't remember experiencing before. He licked her cheek as she lay panting below him, shivered as her hand ran down his spine. ***** They lay for a time, eyes locked, words superfluous. Then as he watched, her eyes flickered shut and he settled beside her comfortably, the most profound contentment washing over him. When his eyes opened again it was nearly nine. Heard the shower running and when he entered the small room, saw Melanie's form shimmering in the steam. - Do you prefer to be alone lass? A tinkle of gentle laughter: I think there's room for two. Just as well you're slim though. She looked up as he joined her, water streaming down her face. He kissed her brow and his fingers ran down her arm. - I think we've missed dinner dear, he whispered. What would you like to do about food? - Apart from eat you up, you mean Sandy? Their lips met and their forms clung together as the water cascaded. But she wriggled back smiling when his tumescence grew against her: Maybe we should attend to our other needs now my sweet? The night was close and muggy as they left the building, wee spatters of rain falling, distant thunder rumbling. Found a north African café nearby and washed down the spicy couscous and falafel with cheap Algerian wine. Their words were light and bantering and laughter exploded between them at mutual sillinesses. Their ease and total relaxation with each other meant they were unaware they were the last customers, till the proprietor stood by their table smiling, a little embarrassed to intrude. - Excusez-moi, madame, monsieur, mais je dois fermer maintenant. J'éspère tout va bien? They looked up together and Melanie grinned at him: Merçi monsieur, très bien, nous sommes tout content. He was stacking tables as they paid, and the heavy rain soaked them as soon as they left the café. They laughed at each other and Melanie pirouetted on the pavement, thin cotton clinging to her skin: Sandy, I feel like the silliest teenager in the world! She grasped him and clung to him, her thigh thrust hard between his, moving against him. A passing bus raised a huge wave of dirty water and it washed over them as she whispered: Sandy, sweet man, I need to fuck you. Before we go back. I need you. Now. They stumbled into an alley and he pushed her against a wall behind a couple of parked trucks. Knelt on the wet cobbles and slid her panties down her legs. His mouth moved to her cunt, her arousal confirmed by the throbbing engorged flower spread before him. When his tongue touched her clit she convulsed and fell back against the wall, shuddering as her fingers dug into his shoulders. As he tongued and sucked, she spasmed and fell forward on him, her tears joining the warm rain pouring over them. He rose unsteadily, arms supporting her, and washed her face with mouthlove. Her hooded brown eyes pierced his: Now Sandy. In me. Take me. She turned quivering to face the wall and bent for him, offering herself. His prick rammed into her, hard and wanting. He was possessed, love and lust for this amazing human being all for the moment in his cock, demanding urgent release. Thrust and lunged into her, feral, unhinged. Felt her cunt shut hard on him and roared as the spunk surged in her. Fell and lay panting on her back, fingering her throbbing nipples through soaking cotton, licking behind her ears: My sweet darling Melanie. I love you. Then she giggled: I told you before Sandy, words are dangerous. As the laughter seized her his cock was expelled and he stood, shaking with waves of irrational mirth, as he surveyed this amazing poet-woman, arse wet and shining in the sodium lights of the lane. - Melanie, for a poet and an intellectual, you look like a dreadful slut to me right now. She stood slowly and faced him, lust hazing her eyes, a mischievous twinkle shining through it: Maybe sometimes I am, Sandy. A girl can't be an intellectual and a poet all the time. Sometimes she just needs to be fucked. They remained trembling in each others' arms as the thunder boomed closer and raindrops became stair-rods of water, piercing in their intensity. His mind soared and swooped in uncomprehending love for her as he clutched her to him. He had never met anyone who had sliced through to his core as she had. In just over a day. Aeons later they kissed, and he whispered in her ear: Melanie darling, maybe we should get back now. It's ... err ... he tried to see his watch in the poor light. It's ... The waterproof watch had stopped at eleven-thirty pm. Melanie Ch. 02 Chapter 02 The beautiful mystery woman is drugged A short flight on a private jet brought the packing case to a large mansion house overlooking the sea. A short middle aged man eagerly undid the clasps and pushed aside the smelly packaging to find a pair of dainty feet. The other end of the box revealed a beautiful face at rest, in sleep. Bernard stepped back wiping his hands on expensive suit trousers then thought better of it. The urine would stain so he held his hands out away from him not wanting to be contaminated with the noxious substance. He nodded to one of the women standing at attention and she bent to the head, the only part of the body exposed apart from the feet. On pressing a vial of fluid to the lips the eyes opened. There was no sight in them just the look of surprise and confusion. Melanie accepted the water and though it tasted bitter greedily sucked it into her mouth taking a deep draught of it. Her lips were parched from dehydration and reached the point of hallucinating, unaware of where she was. Before she had a chance to come round properly her eyes began to flutter. A sign they waited for as the drug took hold numbing her thoughts. The box was gently leaned until she slid out onto a rug. Once more she studied a floor close up. It was a very expensive antique Persian rug although she saw it as slightly faded but very clean carpet. The string used to secure her body was cut away. It seemed such a long time ago that this strange journey started yet it was less than twenty-four hours. Sunday morning and she was lying naked in a huge room many miles from home. Even if she could have mustered the will to move, her limbs were too stiff to even flex. At a wave from the man's hand the two women helped straighten her limbs. "Beautiful. Very feminine, very shapely, she will do nicely." Bernard said. The man spoke gently with a refined voice leaving the impression a Boston banker had been appraising her assets. She was stretched out flat on her back facing him with legs spread wide while he examined his purchase. Still groggy and stiff she could do nothing to ward off those heavy serious eyes. "Take her." He said with an imperious gesture to the women. They were floating in her peripheral vision like fairies dressed in gossamer. In a daze she was taken away, supported by the two women, to be bathed. Her lower body was sticky with urine and other bodily fluids. "Where am I?" she croaked with a weak voice. They both raised a finger to their lips, and Melanie caught their meaning though she was too fragile to manage more so had to remain silent. Guided into a large bath she was pampered with lather and silky ointments. Once patted dry with fluffy bath towels she was led back along the same long corridors. Her eyes concentrated upon an oil painting for a moment as she passed the image carried with her for a few paces until another replaced it. It was all a dream with a string of disconnected images passing through her mind. The interior of the grand house was furnished simply and elegantly expensive. Led by the elbows she entered a book-lined study furnished with heavy masculine furniture. The master of the house was a slightly built man engulfed among documents strewn about the large leather-padded desk. She felt small and insignificant standing silently before him bringing back feelings of being an errant schoolgirl before the headmaster. It was difficult to concentrate and her eyes wandered around the room aimlessly. Her legs trembled beneath her and thankfully she was guided onto the floor to sit before she fell. The strange quiet women stretched her out on the floor and all she wanted was too sleep. The man gestured at the prone figure lying naked on the study floor. One of the women reached forward and stroked an inner thigh while the other ran open palms over both nipples. When Melanie lifted her hips both hands cupped her crotch engulfing her bottom and pussy. It was a surprise that her body responded to their touch so crudely. It seemed a part of her mind was still locked away concentrating on being taken by Martin. The hands pumped her breasts while fingers firmly worked upon a more intimate exploration of her vagina. An inner self agreed with the persuasive touches hoping this was the moment craved for; she was surely going to orgasm this time. Able to move her eyes Melanie looked up at the gentleman directing the two pairs of hands and assessed his suit as being the most expensive she had ever seen. Sensibly and coolly she waited for that other-self to reach its ambitious orgasm. The sensible self wanted to scream as she was spread-eagled before a stranger who was directing two women to expertly work her naked body into a state of ecstasy. This was some weird dream she thought. The other-self reached its climax, so long craved for, with an expected dramatic conclusion drawn out over many minutes, seeming to take forever. A small conscious mind felt the embarrassment wandering on and on as the stranger smiled at her in satisfaction. *** As soon as her head touched the pillow she was again dreaming, this time of floating with fairies being delightfully molested by them. It was early morning when the two women woke and dressed her. Although muscles were still stiff she could stand and the string marks were beginning to fade. Her mind seemed to be on the mend to. They gave her a drink which she greedily supped hoping the fuzziness in her mind would clear. They were both dressed in a transparent silk shift, slung low off the shoulder and well above the knee. Glancing in a mirror she saw she was too. Was this a continuation of that dream? Led to a kitchen she sat at a table while they prepared breakfast and the smell of food brought about a ravenous hunger. How long ago was it she ate? How long had she been in that damn box? Melanie wanted to ask questions but it seemed so difficult to focus, to form the words. They led her along a familiar corridor into the study. He took no notice of the indecent way she was dressed treating it as normal attire, which it seemed to be in this place. He looked at her and she couldn't help but look down, which was a mistake, for she became embarrassed at the sight of her nipples visibly pushing at the thin silk. Her nerves were already as thinly stretched as the material covering her body and now she wilted under his gaze. There was a sense of power in those eyes. He was middle aged, assured, used to order in his life and ordering those around him. "There is only one rule in this house. Obey. Do as you're told and you will be treated well." The man left the 'or else' as a silent threat. "I purchased you through an intermediary so I don't know your history. I am informed you are untrained but no leeway will be granted while you become used to this household and its ways." Melanie listened carefully like a student wishing to impress yet the words didn't seem to make sense. "Yes, Sir." She stammered. It was difficult to make sense of what all this meant. "Sophia and Sapphire will take care of you. I shall call you Ruby, yes that will be your name while here. Go now and learn your duties and be ready for my call," he told her. With a nod to Sophia the woman led her away before she had a chance to ask questions. 'What kind of game were they playing here?' she wondered. As though walking into a door she stopped, skidding slightly on the smooth marble floor on bare feet. This must be the game Roberta had been playing that weekend! The whole scene was so overpowering and masculine like a Roman film set. Was all this set-up for her? It couldn't be. Had she really been teased into an orgasm yesterday or had that been in her imagination? Her name was Ruby 'while here', so it wasn't a permanent situation. Until she found out how long the stay was - a weekend or maybe a whole week - and more particularly what the punishments were, she would have to obey the rules of the house. A little thrill ran up her thighs like the tickle of fingers earlier. Had Roberta arranged all this as a treat for her? Looking around it seemed rather an expensive place to hold naughty games. But then it depended on who else was involved and what was expected in way of game play. Perhaps she would be paying for this by playing to someone else's fantasy too. A tingle of fear of the unknown brought a shiver to her spine yet the goose bumps down her thighs revealed a quit different set of feelings. She was excited with the idea of playing at being purchased, of being owned by the master of the house, a trained slave in his household. She would see how it turned out, torrid or sad, but in the meantime she couldn't resist taking up the challenge. As usual she would work hard putting all her efforts into making this a special treat, something to remember. *** Bernard watched Ruby leave with a frown on his face. It was risky not knowing her background though William was a trustworthy finder and knew his job. If she didn't settle in she was still a sound investment if sold on. He called William, a member of their private circle. "Good to speak to you. Thank you for giving me first refusal. Yes. I think she will fit in well here. Are you sure you couldn't trace her origins. It's a pity. She will need training of course. Yes I agree he's very good. At the moment she seems to be accepting things for some reason, probably still in shock. Make an appointment with the trainer, the sooner the better. Thank you and you too." He hung up pondering how to treat this latest and unexpected acquisition. *** The two idiots had run out of money so decided to set up the scam again to get enough funds to leave town. On the phone Bob arranged a visit to estimate a price. He didn't recognise Roberta's voice as Melanie had made the arrangements last time. Roberta was growing tired of the removal men visiting uselessly. They were polite enough arriving but damn rude when she told them it had been a mistake. They scanned the empty apartment and hurriedly left. This time she recognised the truck and the two men approaching. She stood back inviting them in and was relieved they didn't recognise her. They looked around then turned to her with puzzled looks on their faces. That soon changed to fear. Roberta held a starting pistol close to her body pointing it at them, pleased with the effect. "Where is she?" Bob spluttered an incoherent reply. With awe in his voice Tommy said, "Are you the kidnapper?" Roberta creased her brow in confusion quickly changing it to anger. "Where is she?" Levelling the harmless gun at Tommy she repeated with a flat level voice the same question. They looked intimidated but needed an added incentive. Looking over their shoulders to the bedroom door she nodded. When they naturally went to turn around she barked at them. "Turn around and I'll fire. You don't need to see him." There was no one there but it had the desired effect. "Where is she?" Tommy looked petulant. Bob began to speak with half formed words. He licked his lips and tried again. "We don't have her. We took her somewhere I'm sure she's OK. No. I can't tell you where." She levelled the weapon at Tommy, making an exaggeration of squeezing the trigger. He realised it was pointing between his legs and burst out with the one name repeated a coupe of times as though it should be recognised. "Eddy! Eddy's got her." "Shit Tommy, you'll get us in trouble you stupid bugger," Bob cursed at his friend. "He didn't pay us did he?" Tommy complained. "Where is this Eddy?" Roberta asked. "She won't be there. He would have sent her somewhere. He has contacts." Under the stare Bob began to tell what little he knew from drinking with one of the heavies at the brothel. The two misfits walked quickly down the stairs then broke into a run for the truck. It wouldn't start then burst into life; as though already in gear it lurch down the street and away. Before it ran out of gas they would siphon someone's tank and keep going putting as many miles as possible between them and fear. Roberta got out of the taxi a block away from the address they gave hoping she hadn't been spun a yarn. It was a nice respectable street with large houses protected from prying eyes by high walls and hedges. The one she wanted was no exception. Buzzing an intercom she talked her way in. Talking her way further into trouble gave her a stammer and nervous gait. Her legs felt as if they would give way. At last sitting in a very male office, un-littered with paperwork she noticed, a large man walked in. She stood up nervously with an apologetic smile. She had seen what the place was on the way to his office. It was a brothel. "Sorry to bother you, sir," she said. "I only have a few minutes so best state your business quickly," he told her. The smile was designed to put her at ease but held little warmth. "I need money. A lot of money. In a bit of trouble too." Roberta stammered. He asked as expected and she mentioned names as references. The promise not to mention the bastard's names was broken but that was of no consequence. She had been accepted as having the right background. "I don't know anyone else to ask. I was thrown out of my apartment and owe money. My boyfriend is out soon and I don't want to be around when he hits town. Bob told me some time ago you might help," she said. The words plummeted from her mouth leaving her deflated in the chair. The little pathetic voice fitted the pathetic story and he was buying it. "I could make a phone call now. You could be far away from here living in a rich mans house. Once free of his service you would have a tidy sum to start over," he said. "Oh! Thank you, sir," she looked up to offer a little pleasant smile. He was looking at her slim body that wasn't hidden much by the cheap light summer dress she wore. She felt disgusted by that look but hid her face in the long black hair hanging over her face. "Stand up. Let me get a good look at you. You will be serving in a rich mans home so I need to be carful before recommending you. Take the dress off," he said. "But sir," she protested lamely. "It's alright I'll stay this side of the desk, I'm not interested in you like that. You need to learn to obey orders girl," he said. Knowing the put-down was a part of his assessment didn't help for she felt embarrassed anyway. "Yes sir. I'm sorry sir." Roberta meekly said, trying hard to turn the red faced anger into the appearance of the humiliation he expected. She stood with shoulders bent forward and with hands knotted in front of her trying to hide her body. "Stand up straight, shoulders back, hands at your side," he barked, as though she were on parade. Flinching at every command she meekly obeyed. She tried a weak smile as though trying to win his approval. It worked. "You'll do!" he told her. "Wait outside," he said with a dismissive tone. "Take that dress with you," he added. Roberta felt so clever at purposely moving toward the door without the dress she didn't care about bending over in front of him in the thong. She was on the track of her friend and could feel the guilt melting away. Perhaps she would have a peaceful sleep tonight at last. Melanie Ch. 02 When I passed Todd, I felt his hand caressing my butt. That was more like it. With my sensitive skin and thoughts of what I hoped to do later, my pussy quickly got wet. Or maybe I should say that it warmed up. I was still wet from my conversation with Arnold and my renewed moisture was warm. I looked directly at Todd and smiled. I decided it was past time to convince Ken and Jerry that I expected more. I danced past them a third time, starting with Jerry. I rubbed my breasts on his chest and made sure my pelvis rubbed across his trousers. I felt his penis respond. I turned to rub my butt against his trousers and felt his penis respond more. Finally, to make sure they all got the idea, I grabbed Jerry's hands and placed them firmly on my behind. He immediately squeezed and caressed my butt and I felt his growing hard-on. I pushed my butt into him to encourage him more and I heard him moan just a little. Then it was Ken's turn. When I rubbed my breasts and pelvis on him, his hard-on was definite and noticeable. My pussy responded, resuming its earlier tingling. If his penis felt as good as the hardness and size promised, this would definitely be an evening to remember. When I turned around to press my butt against Ken, he had his hands ready and immediately caressed my butt. This was more like it. When I moved from Ken to Todd, I glanced over the crowd and was surprised to meet gazes with Buster. He smiled and nodded so subtly that I wasn't sure if he meant to acknowledge me or if it was just part of his comic delivery. He did seem to be in rare form, holding his audience spellbound. When I moved on to Todd, he didn't wait for my derriere. I still smiled whenever I thought about his word for my butt. As soon as I rubbed against him, he groped my pussy through my dress. I pressed against his hand, welcoming the pleasure of his touch. I looked up at him and gave a big smile to show my encouragement. Jerry and Ken had remained passive when I rubbed my breasts and pelvis against them. I looked at Ken and Jerry and coached them, "Todd has the right idea. Let me give you a clue." I stepped slightly away from Todd and he kept his hand in my crotch. When it was clear that Jerry and Ken could see what Todd was doing, I put both of my hands on the front of Todd trousers to stroke and squeeze his hard-on. Then I lifted Todd's idle hand and pressed it to my breast. Todd obliged me by caressing my breast and obviously pinching my nipple. Looking at Jerry and Ken, I asked, "I was serious about being touched. Would you like to help?" They both nodded with eyes wide. I danced past Ken and Jerry again. When I rubbed my butt against the front of Ken's trousers, I definitely felt his bulge. He caressed my butt and squeezed it nicely. This was more like it. My dark mood dissipated. This was going to turn out all right after all. Keeping contact with his front, I turned slowly to face him and push my breasts against his chest. He had to lean over a little to reach my crotch but he stroked me nicely. I rubbed his bulge with my hands and smiled up at him. He flexed his fingers in my crotch and found my clit. I gasped and smiled with the pleasure. Then I moved to dance for Jerry. Again I started by rubbing my butt against the front of his trousers. I felt a bulge but was even more pleased at the way he used both hands to caress and squeeze my butt cheeks. He caressed down my butt crack and tried to poke a finger in between. I don't think he could tell where his target was because of the dress but he tried. I wondered if his attempt to goose me indicated a specific sexual interest. I slowly turned, keeping contact with him, until I was facing him and pressing my breasts into his chest. We were eye to eye and I gave him a huge smile as he groped my crotch. I felt his hard-on which was definitely smaller than Ken's but he looked very happy when I gave it a squeeze and stroke. Finally, I moved to dance with Todd. I reached to feel his hard-on as I came close so I decided to keep a little distance from him. He took advantage of the slight distance to caress me more thoroughly than the others had. He caressed one of my breasts, nicely squeezing my nipple between his fingers while he stroked my pussy with his other hand. He quickly found my clit and I luxuriated in the pleasure of his dual touch. I turned around, giving him more opportunities, then turned to face him and squeeze his hard-on again. When I stopped dancing, Jerry and Ken looked a little confused. Todd moved closer to me and started to touch me. Ken and Jerry quickly joined in and we had a touch-fest with the men touching me and me touching their hard penises. I looked past them and between the heads of Buster's audience. Buster met my gaze and smiled again. This time his nod was definite and unmistakable. I wondered how much he could see with all the people between us. Whatever it was, he seemed to have a good idea about what was going on. Never before had so many hands caressed me at once. I turned slowly as my three guys caressed and touched me. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feelings of six hands caressing my butt, stroking my clit, squeezing and tweaking my nipples, and caressing my torso when they couldn't reach other parts. This was what we were there for. The stimulation was enough for me to get into the fantasy. Except this wasn't the fantasy, this was the reality. Three guys were delighted with my figure and showed it with their touches. I stroked and touched their hard bulges each time I turned around and felt them throbbing. With my sensitive skin, my arousal at being touched so nicely, my awareness of their pleasure as exhibited by their hard shafts and my thoughts that Arnold wanted me to do this, I felt like I was dressed in a cocoon of pleasure. I stretched out the moment until my pussy was nearly drenched and decided that we were all sufficiently into the spirit of things. I picked up my drink and drained it. The men followed suit and I led them out of the party room. "I think you're in the mood to see what kind of fantasies my husband has, right?" I asked. All three men nodded. I led them to my room where Todd let us all in. He gave me my money and key and I put them in my purse. "Now remember, there are two rules," I said. "First, we do what Arnold wants us to do as part of his fantasy. Does everyone agree with that?" They nodded. "Good, the second rule is that none of you make any noise at all while the phone is open to Arnold. I'll have the speaker phone on and that will pick up any noise. So you're to be absolutely quiet. Do you agree?" They nodded again. I called Arnold. "Hi, Sweetie," I said when he answered. "I've been down to the party, just like you said. I'm wearing the gray dress, thong panties, shoes and nothing else." "You sound delicious," Arnold responded. "Did you make arrangements with Todd like I said?" "I tried, honey," I answered. "Todd and I could only come up with two other guys, though. So I hope three guys is enough of a roomful." "Did you dance for them?" he asked. "Of course I did," I said. "I made sure they could see how my dress showed off my body. I rubbed against them with my butt and breasts and they all got hard when I did. And it only took a little encouragement to get them to rub my butt and the rest of my body. They did such a nice job that my pussy was wet practically the whole time we were there." "Did they really like your butt?" Arnold asked. All three nodded vigorously. "They liked my butt very much, Arnold," I said. "And they all rubbed it very nicely. Jerry even tried to push a finger in my asshole but he couldn't because of the dress." "He tried to finger your asshole?" Arnold asked. "Did Todd and the other guy try that?" "No, just Jerry," I said. "Ken and Todd didn't try to poke me. But all of them rubbed my butt like they loved it." "Are they all there right now?" Arnold asked. "Yes, they're all here," I confirmed. "We're just waiting to hear what you think we're supposed to be doing." "That doesn't seem very real," Arnold objected. "I'm sorry, Arnold, but I just can't read your mind," I defended. "You'll have to tell me what you think. I have three horny men in my room and they're all here because they think my butt is a real turn-on. What do you think I should be doing?" "I think you should be dancing for them," Arnold said. "You told me that the party room was pretty dark. So you should dance to show them what they thought they saw before." "OK, I'm going to put you on the speaker phone, Arnold," I said. I wagged a finger at Todd, Ken and Jerry and they nodded their understanding. I set up the speaker phone. "Can you hear me, Arnold?" "I can hear you," he said. "Tell me what you're doing." "I'm in the middle of the room and the guys are in chairs around me. Well, Todd is sitting on the bed," I said. "I'm twisting and turning so they can see all my curves and they can see how the dress clings to my body." I discovered that I was having fun dancing for the guys. I had never been much of a show-off before but this was fun. It was even more fun thinking about what might come next. I hoped the guys wouldn't be as hesitant as they had been downstairs. "Are they close enough to touch you?" Arnold asked. "No, but I'm dancing toward them, kind of around the circle, so they can get a close look," I said. I waved my butt in front of Jerry but Jerry just sat there. "Oh, Arnold, Jerry just touched me." I waved my butt in front of Jerry again and he tentatively touched my butt. I backed toward him so that his touch was more definite. "He's still touching me. I think he likes my butt." Jerry finally put both hands on my butt and caressed me. I liked his touch but I wanted him to be more active. It was time to let him think about it for a little while. I danced toward Ken. As soon as I got within reach of his long arms, he started to caress my butt and legs. "Ken's touching me now, Arnold. He's caressing my butt and legs through my dress." Ken seemed a little reluctant to move too quickly. I wanted him to be more active, too. My body was eager to be touched and these guys weren't touching me nearly enough. I danced to the middle again and lifted my arms as high over my head as I could. My dress obliged by riding up until the hem was nearly at my crotch level. "I think these guys are shy, Arnold. They're not touching me nearly as sensually as I'd like. I'm going to see if Todd is shy, too." I danced to where Todd was sitting and waved my butt in his face. He caressed my bare legs and pushed my dress up over my hips. "No, Todd isn't shy, Arnold. Todd pushed my dress up over my hips. My bare butt is exposed, except for my butt crack where my thong is. Oh, Arnold, Todd is kissing my butt and rubbing me with his beard." Todd quickly followed my direction. "That's really neat. His kisses and beard feel really good on my butt. Arnold, I'm taking my dress off. I want them to see my breasts too." I matched my actions to my words and was quickly wearing only my shoes and thong. "What should the guys be doing, Arnold?" I asked. "After seeing your incredible butt, they should be totally undressed and have their hard dongs in their hands," Arnold said. The guys stripped in record time and resumed their seats. "You're absolutely right, Arnold," I confirmed. "They're all naked and holding themselves. They all have pretty penises." I danced to Jerry. I took his hard-on in my hand and gave it a few soft strokes, smiling at him to encourage him to get involved. Then I turned and rubbed my butt across his hard-on. "Arnold, I just rubbed my butt across Jerry's hard-on. I think it took him by surprise." I rubbed my butt across his hard-on again and Jerry stroked my butt with one hand, then two. He had a really nice touch that felt almost like he was worshiping my butt. He tried to find my asshole again but was stopped by my thong. "Oh, isn't Jerry naughty?" I observed. "He just tried to find my asshole again. My thong got in the way so he couldn't find it." Ken slid forward on his chair and I took the invitation to dance to him. I wrapped both hands around his big shaft and gave it some strokes. His eyes gleamed and I knew that he enjoyed my touch. I felt my pussy tingle even more with the thought that I might soon have him inside. I turned to rub my butt across his erection. He caressed my butt and thighs with both hands as I rubbed on his shaft. "Ken's inventive, Arnold. When I rubbed my butt across his shaft, he used both hands to caress my butt and legs. His shaft stood up all by itself for me to rub on." I danced toward Todd. "I wonder what Todd will do," I said. When I got close, Todd pushed my thong down. "Oh, Arnold, Todd's the practical one. He pushed my thong off and it's lying on the floor. I don't know if I dare to rub my butt on his shaft." "You'd better rub your butt on his hard-on," Arnold said. "You can't deprive him of that pleasure." I leaned to rub my butt on Todd's shaft but he caressed me gently, then kissed my butt again. He stood and rubbed his hard-on across my butt. Rubbing their boners and thinking about what else we would probably do with them got me even more excited. I always though a group scene should provide concentrated excitement. This one had started slowly but I still had hopes. After rubbing all of their boners and feeling the pleasure of their rubbing on my butt and legs, I was ready for more action. My pussy was wet with anticipation. "Arnold, I don't know what to do here. I have three guys with hard pricks and only one horny, wet pussy." "Which one is the biggest and which is the smallest?" Arnold asked. "Ken is the biggest and Jerry is the smallest," I said. "Jerry's the one who keeps trying to find your asshole, isn't he?" Arnold asked. "That's right, Arnold," I confirmed. "Then here's what you're going to do," he said. "Get Ken on the bed on his back." Ken quickly climbed onto the bed, his hard shaft pointing up in the air. "Is he there and are you wet?" "He's there and I'm very wet," I said. "Do you want me to mount him?" "That's exactly right," Arnold confirmed. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself over his shaft. He held it still while I rubbed my pussy over its head. That felt so good that I had to rub it through several more strokes. He smiled in response as I smiled with the pleasure. I positioned the head right at my hole and started to press. I had never had a cock that large before so I felt like it didn't want to go in. "He's big, Arnold," I said. "His cock feels good pressing into my pussy, but I'm going to have to try harder to make it fit." I raised and lowered myself, wiggling my hips from side to side and from front to back, feeling it penetrate just a little more with each movement. When I felt the head fully inside, I raised myself just a little and let my weight down on his hard-on. I gasped as his tool slid fully into my pussy. I raised myself half way off and lowered again, gasping again with the pleasure. "Oh, he fills me up, Arnold," I said. "I like being filled up." I was sure that Arnold would hear the sincerity in my voice. I was definitely telling the truth when I said that I liked it inside. "OK, now Todd needs to climb on the bed so you can reach him," Arnold directed. "I want you to suck on Todd like you've never sucked on anyone before." Todd shifted slightly and I obeyed my orders. I liked these orders. I slurped and moaned just a little extra for Arnold's benefit. Then it wasn't extra at all. Ken felt wonderful inside my pussy and I really liked having Todd in my mouth. My pleasure rose and I was eager to hear what Arnold wanted Jerry to do. "Now, it's time for Jerry," Arnold concluded. "Jerry should get the K-Y jelly and a condom out of your suitcase. I tucked them in when you weren't looking, just in case you wanted to think about letting me into your butt." I pointed the direction and Jerry rushed to retrieve the tube of lubricant and condom. "Your asshole should be easy to find now, with you bent over sucking on Todd. Jerry should lube up your asshole and enter there." He paused for a couple of moments. "Is Jerry inside you yet?" "Mmmmfff," I said around Todd's cock. "What did you say?" Arnold insisted. "I'm busy sucking Todd's cock, Arnold," I said. "I can't do that and talk, too. Jerry is just lubing me up. He had to take a little time to put a condom on. There, he's rubbing K-Y on my asshole and pushing his finger inside. It feels kind of funny. Oh, I guess it feels pretty good. He's using more K-Y and his finger slides pretty good. Now he's trying to push inside. It's tight, Arnold but it feels good. I'm going to rock on Ken to see if that helps." I reclaimed Todd's cock and rocked on Ken's hard shaft as Jerry attempted to penetrate my anus. He finally got the rhythm right and slid a little farther inside with each stroke until he was all the way in. It felt strange, but the combined pleasure of riding Ken's cock, sucking Todd's cock and being probed by Jerry's cock added up and I felt the pleasure from all three. "What's happening?" Arnold asked. I released Todd again and said, "Arnold, I'm trying to suck a beautiful cock here. I've got a cock in my mouth, one in my pussy, and one in my asshole. They all feel wonderful. But I'll be a little busy here until four people cum at least once each." I made loud slurping sounds as I sucked Todd's cock into my mouth again. Then I made sure I moaned and made other sounds to show how good it all felt as the four of us struggled to find rhythms that would get us all going. Ken reached with his long arms and moved the speakerphone closer so it could pick up my sounds. When we hit the rhythm, I didn't have to fake the moans any more, I was totally turned on by the three penises stroking inside me and the six hands caressing all over my body. I used Ken and Jerry as a backdrop as I focused my attention on Todd's wonderful penis. I made sure I slurped audibly when I made little changes to my attentions on Todd's cock. Jerry came first and I felt him thrust to get his throbbing penis as deep into my butt as he could. I drew up my stomach muscles and tightened my sphincter to try to hold him inside and I felt him throbbing even more. Then he was spent and I could tell that he was shrinking. He pulled out and took the condom to the bathroom. He returned to the bed and started licking my ass. I re-focused on Todd and he soon filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it and continued to suck, trying to get all the delicious stuff I could out of him. When he was producing no more and started to shrink, I made more slurping noises and licked the rest of the cum off of his penis. Then there was Ken. I was still riding Ken and neither of us seemed near the end of our session. "You know what, Arnold?" I said. "Todd's cum tastes really good. I sucked it out of him until I couldn't get any more. And Jerry came in my butt. When he was done, he started licking on my butt cheeks and he's still doing it. Ken still has his big one in my pussy and I'm bouncing on it. It's nice to feel full. And it's really nice to feel six hands caressing me." Now that I could focus completely on Ken's big boner, I rode it and thrilled at the deep penetration and stimulation it offered me. It was big enough around that it pulled on my clit with each stroke. I wondered if Arnold could hear the results in my voice as I tried to describe what was happening. "Who is doing something with your butt?" Arnold asked. "Jerry is licking it," I said. "Todd is a little drained for the moment and Ken is otherwise involved. It's a lot of fun to bounce on Ken." "Are you facing Ken or facing away from him?" Arnold asked. "I'm facing him," I answered. "You should turn around to face away from him," Arnold said. "Then he can see your beautiful butt while you're fucking him. In fact, you should be kneeling on the bed with your head down so he can fuck you from behind." Melanie Ch. 02 Ken and I moved to match what Arnold demanded, then Ken started to stroke me with even more intensity. "Arnold, Ken is fucking me from behind and it's wonderful." Ken started to caress my butt and hips. Jerry moved closer to caress my legs and back on one side and Todd moved to do the same on the other side. "Oh, this is getting better. While Ken is fucking me, Jerry and Todd are caressing my butt and my back. Now Jerry's rubbing my butt and legs and Todd is moving under me to kiss my breasts." Todd and Jerry followed my instructions. "Even while he's kissing my breasts, Todd is rubbing my butt and legs. And Ken is still rubbing my back and butt. I like having all these hands on me, Arnold. And it's wonderful feeling Ken's hips slapping my butt as he drives his big shaft into my pussy." The sensations quickly built until I exploded into a blast of orgasmic pleasure. I moaned loudly. "Oh, Arnold, I came and that was amazing," I said. "But Ken is still stroking, I don't think he came." Ken increased his rate. "No, he didn't cum but I think I'm going to again." I came again. "Wow, Arnold, I came again and Ken is still stroking. With Ken's long dong and all these hands on my butt, . . . Oh, That's another one." Ken increased his pace and I clutched the bed sheets in my hands. "Oh, my god, I'm going to cum again and Ken's still stroking faster. Oh, Arnold, your fantasy is so wonderful, I . . Oh good god, I'm cuming again." Ken impossibly increased his pace again, then blasted a load of cum inside of me. I felt it and wondered if it would end up in my throat from the force. "Oh my god, Arnold, Ken blasted me with a load of cum and I felt it all inside me. I feel so full and good." Ken thrust one more time to push his noble penis into my body. "I've never felt anything so deep inside of me before, Arnold. That felt so good." Ken finally started to shrink. Since I was facing away from him, there was nothing I could do about it. Soon, he pulled out. I flopped on the bed on my back and stared up at the ceiling, a big smile on my face. "What's going on, Melanie?" Arnold asked. "I don't hear anything." "Oh, baby, I've just been fucked in the ass, swallowed a really tasty load of cum and had I don't know how many orgasms from Ken pounding my butt with his long dong in my pussy," I said. "Let me catch my breath. In the mean time, you can think about what we should do next." "That's good, Sweetheart. I like that reality," Arnold said. "Tell me about Jerry. He came first, is he getting hard again?" I looked at Jerry who was smiling broadly and sporting another hard-on. "You're right, Arnold," I said. "Jerry's hard again and he has such a big smile on his face. I think he wants to poke me in the butt again." Jerry's brightened and he nodded vigorously. He grabbed his shaft and held it for me to see. I motioned for another condom and the K-Y. He hurried to comply. "Are you laying on your back, just resting?" Arnold asked. "You're exactly right, Arnold," I answered. "Well, lift your legs so he can get at your bung-hole," Arnold ordered. "His hard-on shouldn't go to waste." I lifted my legs and Jerry rushed to apply generous amounts of K-Y. "Jerry didn't need any more invitation than that, Arnold," I said. "He's already smearing me with K-Y and ... Oh, he's pushing inside, Arnold. His hard prick went inside much easier this time. Now he's pumping me with his hard-on." I grunted a little, in time with Jerry's thrusts. "But my legs are tired, Arnold. I can barely hold them up." "What are Ken and Todd doing?" Arnold demanded. "They should be helping." Ken and Todd hurried to position themselves one on each side of me. Each one hooked an arm behind one of my legs to hold it up. I pulled their heads to my chest so they could kiss and lick my breasts. I had a thought and giggled. "What's funny, Melanie?" Arnold asked. "It's funny with everyone trying to touch my butt," I said. "Jerry tried to butt-fuck me and keep his hands on my butt. He almost lost his balance and had to use his hands to prop himself up. Then Ken and Todd tried to hold my legs up with their heads so they could caress my breasts and butt at the same time." I clutched at Ken and Todd's heads to keep their attention on my breasts. This was one set of pleasures I wasn't going to give up for Arnold's fake fantasy. "It was just funny." "Was funny? What's going on now?" Arnold asked. "I want them to kiss my breasts, Arnold," I said. I grabbed my legs to match what I was about to say. "I'm holding my own legs up so that Todd and Ken can kiss my breasts and still reach to caress my hips and butt. Ken's long arms are really good for that." Ken and Todd took their cues, then Todd changed his approach a little. "Oh, Arnold, Todd figured out that he can reach my clit. Aahh this feels really good. Jerry is still pumping in my ass, Ken is caressing my butt, Todd is stroking my love button, and Todd and Ken are kissing my breasts. I like all of this." "They should be kissing your butt and touching your breasts," Arnold said. I could practically hear the pout as he spoke. But his voice shook and I suspected that he was rubbing himself again. "Not right now, Arnold," I objected. "Ken and Todd are doing such a wonderful job kissing my breasts that I want them to continue. Oh, now Todd has a finger inside my pussy and is still stroking my clit. Todd is so wonderfully inventive." I moaned for Arnold's benefit but relaxed into the pleasure my three lovers were giving me. Jerry picked up his pace and Todd worked my clit in time with Jerry's thrusts. Ken and Todd increased their tongue-flicking kisses on my breasts and I moaned louder and faster. "You sound like you're having a wonderful time, Melanie," Arnold said. I thought his voice shook even more and I hoped he was having his own fun with my description. "Oh, I am, Arnold, I'm having a wonderful time," I said. "Now fuck off while I enjoy all of this attention." I moaned more as I enjoyed all of the sensations being given to my body, climbing toward another orgasm. Jerry moaned as he came and Ken gave him a firm nudge. Jerry stifled his moans and continued to pump in and out of my butt, filling the condom with his cum. Todd tweaked my clit and I moaned loudly as I came. "Oh, Arnold, this feels so good. I just came and ... Oh, I'm still cuming." I moaned some more, expressing my pleasure in my orgasm. "It really sounds like you're cuming, Melanie," Arnold said. His voice shook noticeably. "I really am cuming, Arnold," I said. "I can't fake that. Ooooh." Todd fingered me some more and I continued to cum. "I'm cuming for real and it really feels good." I moaned some more as my waves of passion subsided. "Are you really cuming, Babe?" Arnold asked. My contented smile broadened. Arnold didn't know it but he just told me that he came while I did. "I really am, Arnold," I panted. My lovers continued to stroke and caress me. "It sounded like a guy moaned just before you came, Babe," Arnold said. "What was that?" "Damn it, Arnold," I said angrily. "At least let me come down from my climax. I don't need to be interviewed while I'm cuming." I relaxed a little more and nudged Todd and Ken to stop stimulating me. Jerry pulled out of my butt and took his condom to the bathroom. "Ahh, that's better. Now what were you saying?" "It sounded like a guy moaned," Arnold prompted. "I'm trying very hard to make this as real as I can, Arnold," I said, crossly. In the moment of my pleasure, I wasn't ready to explain everything to Arnold. I felt a little guilty for continuing to deceive him but I wanted to be more in control when he learned the truth. I tried to sound contrite, "Am I trying too hard?" "No, no, that's all right, Melanie," Arnold backpedaled. "You make it as real as you can. In fact, I hope we can make it really happen some time soon. I wish you really had three guys there with you right now and that this wasn't a fantasy. Nothing would make me happier than to know that Todd, Ken and Jerry are real and there with you right now." "I can't argue with that, Arnold," I said. "Just don't expect me to talk when I'm cuming and don't pull me down when I'm trying to make this good for you." "I'm sorry, Melanie," Arnold said. "I'm really glad that you're doing this. How is Jerry doing?" I looked. Jerry had a kid in a candy shop look on his face. "Jerry is really happy," I said. "I think he has a butt fetish. I think he would like to fuck my butt all night." Jerry nodded vigorously and happily. "As a matter of fact, I know that he would. He was the one who moaned. He got so excited about fucking my butt that he couldn't help himself. I told the guys they'd have to be quiet when we were on the phone but Jerry got carried away." "That's great, Melanie! Maybe Jerry will get that some more tonight," Arnold said. "I think he should, anyway. What about Ken and Todd?" "Well, I sucked Todd off earlier so I think he should fuck me," I said. "And Ken fucked me so I think I should suck him off. I don't know how much of his big boinger I can get in my mouth but I really want to try." "Somebody should be doing something with your butt," Arnold objected. "Oh, we'll let Jerry play with my butt in a little bit," I said. "He may be a little drained right now but he can grab my butt while Todd is fucking me." "Don't you want Todd or Ken to fuck your butt?" Arnold asked. "Jerry is a really good size for my butt," I said. "I'm afraid that anything bigger might stretch me out and cause problems." "Is Jerry bigger than me?" Arnold asked. "No, Sweetheart, Jerry is just a little bit smaller than you are," I said. "But you like him in your butt?" Arnold continued, hesitantly. "Jerry's hard-on feels good in my butt," I said. Ken and Todd got a little impatient with my talk with Arnold and waved their hard penises in the air. I motioned for them to join me on the bed. "But I have two beautiful penises here with me and they're hard again. I'm going to suck on Ken's long dong and I want Todd to fuck me with his wonder-tool." "If you're sucking, you won't be able to talk, will you?" Arnold asked. "It would be really muffled," I acknowledged with a giggle. "I don't think you'd understand a word I said. "I guess you're right," Arnold admitted. "Look, I'm going to bed. You keep playing with your friends and remember that they're supposed to convince you that your butt is perfect just like it is, OK?" "I'll try, Sweetheart," I said. "I'm sorry you're so tired." I smiled again, knowing that Arnold had cum and was probably ready for his after-sex snooze. Normally, if I were with him, I would stimulate him for another round. But right now, I was just as happy that he would sleep. That would let me play with my three guys without worrying about noise. "Me, too, but I have to tell you that I got off a couple of times while you were playing," Arnold admitted. "I'm really happy that you're trying so hard. I really do want to make it real for you sometime. And I'm serious when I say that I wish you had three guys with you right now." "Thanks, Arnold," I said. "Now I'll try to satisfy these three hard cocks and give their owners a chance to satisfy me. Love you." "That's the spirit, Melanie. Fuck 'em all," Arnold answered. "I Love you, too." I climbed out of bed, between the bodies of my lovers, and made sure that the phone was hung up and off of speaker. Then I turned to the guys. "OK, you heard the man," I said in a commanding tone. "I'm supposed to fuck you all. And you, Jerry, are supposed to fuck me in the ass two more times tonight. And I want to suck you, Ken, while Todd fucks me and Jerry plays with my butt. After that, I want somebody, maybe more than one somebody, to eat me. In the midst of all of that, my breasts had better not be neglected and somebody is supposed to convince me that my butt is perfect just like it is. Is everyone ready?" As I spoke, all three of the men looked extremely happy. They obviously understood that my stern tone was playful and they wanted to follow the sexual plan I described. Two hard pricks stood at attention, waiting for their opportunities. And Jerry was clenching and unclenching his hands as though he couldn't wait to help with his part of the action. We all climbed on the bed and they rubbed my body all over. I almost came from the pleasure of that stimulation. Then we got into the more penetrating action. Todd mounted me and started to stroke while I claimed as much as I could of Ken's big boner. Jerry massaged and kissed my butt like it was a religious experience. Jerry got his head bounced around some because he was kissing my butt while Todd was pounding into my pussy, but neither of them seemed to mind. Before Jerry got his third shot at my bung-hole, I decided I wanted to learn how to deep throat a cock. Jerry made sure his cock was clean and I started to suck him. I figured out how to relax my throat a little and managed to take him to the hilt. He begged me to let him finish in my butt, so I let him put on another condom and lube me up again. I had Todd lay on his back on the bed and I got over him on all fours. Jerry butt-fucked me while I took Todd's hard prick in my mouth. Relaxing my throat wasn't quite enough to get Todd in to the hilt, I had to have just the right angle. But I figured that out and both Todd and Jerry came at the same time. I swallowed everything Todd could give me, then tenderly licked his softening penis, making sure that it felt appreciated and clean. Then I looked at Ken. Ken was hard and absentmindedly stroked his hard shaft. Fortunately, it was just a little bigger around than Todd's but it was considerably longer. He joined me on the bed and I started to suck. I relaxed my throat and moved to align my throat to take as much as I could of that long challenge. When I pushed to engulf it, I found that I had to relax my throat some more. I concentrated on his tool and relaxing my throat and tried again. To my surprise and delight, it slid in and I had it to the hilt in one smooth motion. I pulled back and took a breath, then took it in again. I adjusted my position and rhythmically swallowed and backed off of his shaft. In a surprisingly short time, he spewed his cum deep in my throat. I adjusted my rhythm to his throbbing until he had no more in him. Then I paused to taste what was left of his cum and to lick his member clean. "Am I a good cocksucker?" I asked the three men. They all nodded vigorously. "You can talk now, you know. Arnold's not on the phone." "Actually, it's kind of neat to have silent sex," Ken said. "But I think it's time for us to eat you and make sure your butt feels really loved." We continued into the night and they convinced me that they loved my butt. Jerry was an easy sell because that's all he wanted in the first place. But Ken and Todd appreciated all of my charms and proved it with their loving attentions. = = = = = = = = = = = = The Melanie story has quite a few more chapters and I want to make it as entertaining and readable as possible. So if you like the story, have suggestions for improvement or might be interested in reviewing and editing subsequent chapters, please let me know. Melanie Ch. 03 Author's note: I've been overwhelmed by the welcoming posts this story has received so far. Just glad I've been able to write something that has been good for some of you. I hope this will meet your approval too. Sorry for the delay in getting Ch 3 up. I've been very busy getting started on a new University course, so I've been a bit distracted. There is however more to follow. My deepest thanks go to my muse. I couldn't have even imagined this tale without her. If this is the first time you've read of Melanie, you might like to read Chs 1 and 2 first. ***** They were still giggling as they staggered from the torrent and into the residence. She fell back against the lobby wall, water streaming from her: So, my alley-assailant, your place or mine? - I have the whisky. I could use one ... after I've washed my wildcat. - There's a problem with this place Sandy. The beds are too narrow. How'll we get comfortable? My student days are long past. - I'll just have to sleep on top of you. Or you on me? I think we'll manage for tonight. If we ever sleep that is? He pulled her to him suddenly, kissed her eyes: One thing's for sure, I'm not sleeping on the floor again. I'm not letting go of you all night Melanie. Just for now, you're mine, and you're going to stay mine. She shivered, suddenly chilled by the soaking from their outing. Smiled at him in a way he didn't recognise: I may be yours for now, but we'll see. I usually just belong to myself. But I tell you this Scotsman. You have no idea what you've taken on here. Now let's go and get warm and dry. And she led him to the lift. They shivered in the shower till the hot jet began to warm them. Her hand was round his limp cock as they embraced and she looked at him, still the gaze he couldn't recognise. - This is mine, she growled softly, glancing down again. Her fingers moved and the flesh stirred in her hand. He stood slightly unnerved as the water heated him, felt himself grow. She knelt and took him in her mouth and his fingers moved on her hair as her lips closed round him. He leaned back against the tiles and felt her fingernails sink into his buttocks while the sweet sensations rose in him. - I ... I'm sorry, he gasped, water pounding him as he looked down at this woman crouched before him, her knees spread lewdly round his legs. It registered in his mind that she had one hand at her own groin now. She was intent on his prick, didn't glance up. - Sorry, he started again. My cock won't get up again I'm afraid, twice is about it for one night. Her mouth left him and he felt her eyes flash, green tinge now to what had seemed brown irises. - Is that so? Then her head was down again and gradually he felt himself harden so his cocktip was against her throat. Gasped as he knew his arousal was upon him, unheralded as a shooting star. He looked down and her fingers were a blur between her legs. She released him momentarily, gasping. Spasmed and clutched him hard. A finger pressed between his cheeks and entered his anus as her other fingers dug deep in his flesh. Her face rose so he could see the length of it, long and drawn over her cheeks as the orgasm shook her. He stroked her face, wondering, and felt the tension in her fingers relax where they clutched him. Pulled her up so she was against him, shaking, and enfolded her. Felt the pressure of her nipples. Crouched and sucked them, love and care for his wildcat welling. Her entire body was still quivering. When he rose her eyes glinted into him: I think we're clean and warm now Sandy? I thought you said something about whisky? She stepped from the shower and as he emerged, handed him a towel: Dry me. He gazed as she stood, head up, shoulders back, breasts jutting proudly, and knew in that instant that he had never seen such a vision of sensuality. Wrapped the warm towel round her, began to pat and rub. There was love in his fingers. When they were both dry he hung his silk gown on her and put a shirt on himself, led her to sit on the bed. Poured the whiskies and they clinked glasses. Her eyes were fastened on his and she drained the whisky in one. He was sitting sideways on the bed, back against the wall, and she took the glass from his hand. - Lie down Sandy. He shuffled as she rose, looking at him: On your back. He lay watching her eyes as they focused on his cock. They glazed and hooded, hungry, and she bent to take him in her mouth. As her lips closed on him she lifted her leg over his body and her pussy descended on his face. - Ever been truly fucked Sandy? He shook his head unthinkingly and his beard brushed her cunt as she moved. She gasped and her teeth grazed him: Well, there's a first time for everything. Her mouth fastened round him and he felt his prick grow. Slabbered at her cunt as it moved on his mouth. Felt her engorgement under his lips and gasped as his cock hardened in her. She turned and mounted him and he was in a daze as he slid into her, swallowed by her sex. Her eyes were shut tight so he didn't speak, just thrust into her. He knew now he was being used sexually, almost for the first time in his life, and as his mind accepted this, his excitement grew. Her face was a contortion of lust and she leaned onto him and kissed him, biting his lips hard. Then she sat back: No more orgasms Sandy, you say? Mmm ... we'll see. I need you - in my arse. And she lifted and twisted, put her feet in his oxters and holding his cock, settled her anus on him, her body folded forward. He felt himself sink in her, fierce heat in his cock as he became slowly engulfed. - This is as close as it gets, uh? She husked, moving her ass on him now. He gasped, joy and exhilaration, his cock a hard pole in her. She moved again and he realised that he had met a woman who really loved him in her arse. She moved on him more, body twisting as his cock moved in her, rose and fell on him. They were both panting hard. Then she grimaced: But maybe just a bit ambitious. I like you raw, but I have to cum. More lube needed. She looked in his eyes: Don't you dare fucking move lover. She lifted off him and stepped to where her handbag lay on the desk. He watched her back as she moved, her legs slightly splayed, and his cock twitched as he saw the glint of moisture at the crack of her pussy when she bent over the desk. Then she was facing him, small breasts swaying, left hand clutching a small container. Her eyes were smiling, but not warmly: hard and hooded. He sensed her focus on his cock and she knelt and squeezed lube on it, smarmed it in with her fingers. Then she knelt over his face and presented her arse, pulsing, an animal in heat. - Wet me baby, she croaked. He took the lube and squirted, rubbed it deep in her anus. She sighed as his fingers penetrated her. Then she twisted suddenly and, using her knees, her hand grasping his slick cock, she lowered her arse onto him. He was looking in her lust-hazed eyes and they widened as he felt her enclose him, then her irises rose up and she settled on him. - You -- she gasped -- you Sandy. Now -- she grunted hard as she rose and fell on his cock. Now, you are mine. Her words were almost lost in the panting and gasping as she began to move on him. Hard and focused. His cock surged in her. He knew now he would come a third time in this woman tonight, and his hips thrust into her, seeking, needing. His fingers moved to her clit and he was rubbing hard, sensing what she required. He fucked into her and she rose on her knees, head back, proud breasts trembling high above his face. Her eyes were lost now and her mouth was open, panting, as they began to soar together. Then as his balls began to tighten, she groaned and her hips fell on him. Her face was a paroxysm of lust as his seed released into her. They hung there for moments, a trauma beyond words, suspended in something neither had ever felt. Then, slowly, she began to collapse on him, her arse clutching his cock as she fell forward. His fingers moved from her pulsing clit. He hugged her and licked her eyes: Melanie, darling, I love you totally. Physically he was wilting in her, emotionally he was somewhere he had never been. They gasped, eyes locked, for some minutes. Not one word. Then he said: Darling, I never met anyone like you before. Surely you are a lioness? She pushed herself up on her arms, eyes still on his, so her head was above him as his cock twinged in her arse. - ROOAAR! They collapsed giggling together, and her muscles expelled him. ***** They lay gasping. He fingered her eyelids softly, wondering at the incredible power and need of this woman. At what he felt for her. Sweat poured off them and he licked her neck, tasting it. She was drifting to sleep, coorying into him, but he knew sleep escaped him yet. Eventually, when she seemed settled, he murmured in her ear, slipped unsteadily from the narrow bed, and pulled the duvet over her. Shrugged his shirt on. Poured a large whisky and moved to the wee balcony. He glanced back and she was resting, sleeping now. He rolled a cigarette and gazed, mind almost blank, as the rain soaked the ground below, spattering heavily off the trees. He had in his life never been where he was now. He sipped whisky and wondered, the alcohol a familiar comfort in a strange new place. Leant over the balcony rail, rain splashing his head. Exhilaration suffused him. Then there was a touch on his back and he turned. She was in his gown, eyes drooping but wee sparkles showing as he gazed in them. - What's wrong love? she whispered. - Wrong? What d'ye mean, what's wrong? She blinked and he drew her gently to him: Nothing in the world is wrong Melanie. - You left me? You were with me and you left me? - Sweetness, I'm not still recovering from jetlag. I knew I wasn't going to sleep, not yet, and I didn't want to disturb you in that narrow bed, that's all. He kissed her and they melted together. You must know that I am totally lost in you woman? I needed to think, that's all, is that allowed? - And, he smiled, what's this 'love' word you just used on me? You told me words are dangerous? She grinned and her lips pursed as if to speak, but she remained silent. She kissed him, her full lips just brushing his. - This is fantasy Sandy. A wonderful fantasy, but fantasy nonetheless. We both have real lives at home. But you must believe, I have never been like this with anyone before? His lips grazed hers: I think I know that. I know that something awe-ful is in me too. Not sure what to do with it. That's why I knew I couldn't sleep then. He turned abruptly and took his whisky from the balcony railing, drained it. Held the empty glass before her: I need another. Join me? She nodded and he moved from her. His eyes didn't leave her as he poured the drinks and carried them back out. He rolled a fag -- stupid to need such props, he knew -- and looked at her as he lit it. - Melanie? Her brows rose. - Tell me about home? Your husband, your kids? - Yes, I should. Now ... She paused and her eyes left his for a moment. Then she looked up into him again: It wasn't relevant before, no need to tell you, was there? - No, no need, he breathed. But there is now. She nodded: He's a bit older than me. I love him dearly, care for him deeply. And of course for my littlies. She smiled, tears in her eyes: But. He's ill, has been for a while now. Years in fact. She smiled through the tears and he knew her love for her family. She crumpled in his arms and he held her gently, stroking her back. She spoke more of her home, her sick man, her children. - I don't need your pity Sandy, I'm fine, I'm in control. Or -- she smiled wanly, looking at him again -- I was till I fell for you. I suppose I've just been missing the caring bit, caring for me, that is. He does, of course, but ... - And the sex! Her eyes flashed in his, definitely green there now, he wondered. - So. That's me. In control, but a bit solitary. Needing to be loved. And -- she smiled again, but this time with a tinge of something like bitterness -- then I have to come here and meet you! She stood back from him, regarded him levelly. Her shoulders were back now and her nipples prodded the silk of the gown. - So tell me Melanie, what should I do with my daft feelings for you? I want what's good for you ... He reeled as her hand struck his face, just a wee slap, but he was surprised. - DAFT? What d'you mean, daft. She was bent over as the laughter swept her, barely able to speak: You ... you horrible man ... how could you have -- she gasped as the wave of laughter hit her again -- how could you EVER have ... daft ... feelings for me? He held her in wonderment and she fell into him. As her shaking subsided he held her reverentially, and he wondered at her power over him. He lifted her chin to kiss her and as the kiss deepened her hand led his to her groin. - I need you Sandy. Love me now. Please. He drew her into the room and slipped the gown from her. Pressed her back on the bed and knelt between her legs. She sighed and wriggled as his tongue moved up her inner thigh, and the sweet musk of her arousal transported him. His tongue probed and lapped and her hips began to move under him. After her orgasm they settled tight and contented on the narrow mattress, clinging to each other. Drifted off wrapped together. No words had passed their lips since they had returned to the bed. ***** A hand was shaking his shoulder and he slowly unwrapped himself from sleep. Melanie was leaning over him and when his eyes opened she bent to kiss him. He tasted fresh toothpaste as her tongue probed his mouth. - Good morning my love, want some tea? She kissed him again. He sat up slowly against the wall: Thank you. How did you know? Grabbed the mug, sipped, and the tea washed round his mouth. They played with each other as they woke, but the clock ticked and they both had readings they wanted to attend that morning. Eventually she slithered from his arms: Sandy? I need to get dressed now. But my clothes are still sodden. She giggled and pointed to a bundle on the floor. - Be a real sweetie and go fetch me some from my room? I can't go out there in your gown. She told him what she wanted, and exactly where to find it. He slipped into decency to run her errand and left the room. Eschewing the lift and walking up the couple of flights of stairs to her landing, his mind was still a confusion from the previous night. He knew he had entered a new world, but had no idea where it might lead. If anywhere. She was married and committed. She lived a million miles from Scotland. He had fallen for her, totally. Where could that take him, except problems and heartbreak? His rational mind knew it was daft, that he was just silly for allowing this to happen. But there had been no choice in the matter. He paused for a moment as he entered her room. She pervaded the space, her discreet scent, and maybe a trace of her sweat, even her arousal. He shook his head, searched for the clothes she required. Returned downstairs. The clock said seven-thirty when he entered his room. Splashing told him Melanie was in the shower. Yawning, he made more tea and settled on the bed for her to re-appear. Eventually they were both showered and dressed, and they walked into the breakfast-room hand-in-hand. They smiled at the few faces they recognised and settled to eat. ***** They attended different readings that morning, and over lunch discussed their experiences. He found the empathy they shared amazing, their ability to communicate how they had been affected by the pieces they had heard read. It was hard to believe that just two days previously they had never met. They were beginning to know the insides of each others' heads, wondering at how much they shared. At one point she nodded at him as she was about to speak. Their eyes met and he could see into her. He told her what she was going to say and she burst into giggles, lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes as her cheeks glowed with the joy of their intuitive cerebral melding. He wanted to kiss her, but he just pursed his lips and her laughter re-doubled. They were dancing on moonbeams somewhere. But still sitting over lunch at a literary event in Paris. They went and fetched coffee then, and as they sat back at their table the Norwegian professor approached them: Mind if I join you? His eyes were entirely on Melanie. She glanced at Sandy, he nodded assent. For the next few minutes the man focused entirely on her, and Sandy sat back. He knew he'd have to get used to this. She was married and from almost as far away as you could get on this planet. And therefore unavailable to him in any way other than in the immediate present. Already he knew that she was by far the most wonderful woman he'd ever met. She breathed not just sex but an enormous human vitality, and every sentient male around her had to feel it. He knew by now that he was besotted with her. He was unsure whether her assent to the Norwegian was because she wanted his company, or because she had too much human decency to turn him down. Sandy was upset at himself for feeling jealous, but he did. He felt as daft as a teenager. And it hurt a bit. He just didn't know what was happening. Eventually the Norwegian glanced at his watch and rose, bending to kiss Melanie's hand before giving Sandy's a desultory shake, then leaving them. He wanted to talk to her but she was rising, so he left it, feeling uncomfortable. The plenary lecture that afternoon was the highpoint of the event: Margaret Atwood reading from her new novella, The Penelopiad. The novelist's voice retold the ancient tale of Odysseus and Penelope, but this time from the woman's perspective. Sandy sat transfixed as the tale unfolded, Melanie's hand loosely in his. He had to touch her, couldn't think now of a world in which he wasn't in contact with her. Atwood's words washed over them as they sat, thighs occasionally brushing. The magic of the storyteller's voice, and the tale she told, resonated with how he felt about Melanie. He sensed she was somewhere similar. It was nearly four when the session finished, and the participants broke for coffee. Melanie turned to him, eyes sparkling. - Let's get out of here for a bit Sandy? I want you to myself. Unless -- she gazed the question at him, but she had to know what his answer must be -- unless you'd rather stay here? - No my sweet woman, I have to be with you, wherever you need to be. - I'd like to go for a walk Sandy. I've had enough of this place for now. Take me somewhere lovely, please? And she pulled his head down to brush her lips on his. Forty minutes later they emerged after two Metro changes, on the edge of the Bois du Boulougne. She gazed entranced at the rolling edge of woodland down the bank of the river: We're still in Paris, love? His heart melted as she voiced the endearment: Aye, Paris yet lassie. He drew her to a refreshment booth on the edge of the wooded parkland. - I could do with a beer. Melanie, I've no idea what's happening to me. All I know is, I'm in Paris, with you, but I really don't feel as though I'm on this planet properly. A waiter took their orders and she smiled into him: Neither do I. But I know that wherever we are, we're on the same planet. Together. She took his hand and her knee pressed his under the table. They chatted lightly for a bit and he slowly relaxed as he came to acknowledge internally that maybe she had no interest in the Norwegian, or anyone else. Except him. The idea overwhelmed him. He knew where he was, still wasn't entirely sure where she was. Dared not hope that, despite the awful intensity of their sex, she really wanted him. She was pulling him up from the table now: Hey! I said I wanted a walk Sandy! Are you with me? He jerked from his reverie and rose, drew her to him. Felt her warmth as she sank against him. Melanie Ch. 03 Chapter 03 The sex party Working hard all day had the advantage of distracting Melanie from what might happen to her this evening. With the two silent women, Sophia and Sapphire, a banquet was being prepared which meant visitors to the mansion were expected. Who they were and what was expected of her was still a mystery for they were forbidden to talk and so was she. They both wore just a short see-through shift and she had become used to wearing the same, but to be on display to complete strangers was more than a little daunting. Being drugged continued the confusion so she continued to believe Roberta had sent her there to play out a fantasy game. Melanie was determined to see it through. All she had been told was to obey and that she did easily as all they were doing was preparing diner for visitors. Was that when she would be expected to play some naughty game to earn her place here? It frightened her, yet excited too. At last the buffet was set with an ornate display, enough to feed an army. A lobster with an array of seafood was laid out under magnificent candelabra as the centrepiece. Exotic fruit carved into animal shapes, sliced meats, everything was there in plenty. The guests arrived without the expected change of clothing so she stood quietly trying to be unobtrusive, ready to serve from the buffet. The two women led men into the room, each one of them dressed in a Roman toga. Melanie found the men's companions fascinating. The women were dressed in risqué Roman fantasy costumes. That wasn't all. They either stood beside their seated gentlemen or kneeled at their feet. A young woman on hands and knees seemed to be fitted with a tray on her back, for her to be a piece of furniture. This was crazy, fascinating and exciting. This was one place a naked woman could avoid attention. Anyone could see her body clearly through the costume and so she had to remember not to get carried away in this intense atmosphere for they would be able to tell at a glance she was excited. Melanie felt as though she were being ignored yet despite earlier misgivings wanted to be a part of this bizarre gathering. They must be regulars she thought, though they didn't look like husbands and wives or even regular couples. "Let me show you off, Ruby," Bernard said, taking hold of her arm. With little choice she was marched across the room to a large rotund man hiding a chair under a fulsome toga. "This is my latest acquisition, he boasted. I've named her Ruby. She isn't trained, as you can see but has potential, I think." "Very nice, I'm sure. You should teach her how to greet her betters at least." The fat man sneered. "You could give her to me for the evening, I'll teach her for you." Bernard frowned and cut him short with a wave of his hand. Embarrassed at the way she had stared at the man, he led her out the room where he found Sophia. "Teach her to greet the guests properly then bring her back. She can join in the entertainment. Be quick." Sophia didn't say a word. She stood with head bowed until Melanie took the hint. With a foot she separated Melanie's feet splaying them outward. Could she stand displaying herself like that in a room full of strangers? The room wasn't dimly lit; everything would be clearly on display through the filmy material. Led back into the room she stood slightly behind Bernard head bowed, as he toured the room conversing with guests. When introduced she would open her legs and clumsily curtsy. This wasn't exciting at all, it was embarrassing and demeaning. She felt like a little devil being naughty among her elders, showing off for attention. These strangers were examining her body comparing her breasts with those of a companion. The shape and colour of her shaved vagina was even commented upon, as though she were a mere possession, a mare purchased for breeding stock. As much as the humiliation hurt there didn't seem a way out of this sordid game. She didn't know where she was and had no clothes or money to find a way home. 'If Roberta had been able to stand it then so can I,' she told herself. As the evening wore on she calmed down enough to find it disturbingly attractive. At least no one had touched her although there had been someone she wouldn't have made a complaint against if he had. What a strange way to meet someone. He was strong and handsome, a man with arms she could sink into and feel protected and loved. As though she were dressed in a ball gown or her little black dress sipping cocktails, she imagined them chatting together, getting to know each other. Instead she was almost naked acting as his servant, helping him with a plate of food. Dutifully following him back to his seat, he indicated casually where she should place the dish. She laid it carefully on the tray set into the outfit of a woman beside him, still patiently waiting on hands and knees. Forgetting herself she stood and stared in curiosity at this human piece of furniture. "You will be in trouble Ruby if your master catches you. The big man is taking an interest in you and that means trouble. Sit down here by me until he finds something else to complain about. You don't want to be given to him for the night do you?" He chided her. Melanie blushed that he had remembered her given name: no one here used a real name. It felt humiliating to be asked if she wanted to be given to some stranger. Eager to lose the fat man's attention she did as he told her. Squatting before him she almost rested her chin on his knee. It seemed so easy to become close here, to become carried away with the sexual charge atmosphere. So much sexual tension was in the air, it crackled, standing the fine hairs of her arms on end. She squatted at his feet gazing up at him, content to listen to his deep strong voice while he exchanged gossip with others. Inside she seemed to be reduced to a lovesick puppy wanting him to protect her. If he took a fancy to her could she complete her fantasy weekend with him? Her nipples were standing out proud and she dare not think about what was happening between her legs. A man marched into the large ballroom wearing a full Roman centurion's uniform and the room took notice, it fell silent with expectation. Twisting round to view the entertainment she leant against his knee. The six-foot tall athletic man made some announcement about returning from war with Caesar against the Gaul's; capturing slaves. As he toured the banqueting hall recounting vulgar adventures with foreign slave women he elicited cheers and laughter. She watched the conquering hero lift his tunic to reveal a huge erect penis, which bobbed as he walked, accompanied by appreciative course comments and applause. Closing in on the circle of chairs he stopped at each of the women offering his penis. 'He must be a porn star hired for the night's entertainment.' She thought. With everyone encouraging him with ribald remarks the male guests had little choice but order their women to pay homage. Melanie watched mesmerised as each in turn kissed the tip of the glistening member. One poor woman, obviously enjoying the evening too much, sucked at it. Accompanied by raucous laughter the master pulled her away by the hair. As the Centurion approached Melanie turned away wanting no part of this sordid game. She looked up at the man she was falling for knowing it was an infatuation, or a concentration of lust yet unable to prevent it. Her senses had been assaulted by so much sexual play and powerful fantasy she was ready to fall for anyone. At that moment she needed someone to protect her. If she had to pay a price for this lavish game she would be pleased if this handsome man collected it. The Centurion was close for she heard his sandals creaking. In the midst of rising off the floor she felt his large hands grasp her hips. As though once more gripped in bondage she was immobile bent forward. A sense of humiliation washed over on hearing the disgusting ribald remarks leaving her swooning. She knew what was happening but time stood still freezing her reactions. The horrid shouts receded into the distance as though nothing existed except the lips of her pussy when she felt its touch. "No!" She wanted to shout but the shock had constricted and silenced her throat. That monster cock was too big it belonged in a porn film not inside her. "Not here, not now, never!" She needed to shout but couldn't. She felt it large and powerful as it pressed at her lips and with that same forward movement pierced her without a regard for what she wanted. There had been no resistance. In one thrust it buried itself deep filling her up, demanding room, reaching further than anything before it. Pushing at the entrance to her womb it seemed to be demanding everything she had. With an extra thrust it stretched her limits further, forcing her legs outward to make room for the monster. Stretching her neck up gulping air she caught sight of the handsome stranger watching her. Her hands were on his knees with her open gasping mouth inches from his penis. For a moment a cloud of shame racked her mind. She had wanted this man to take an interest in her. She had wanted to get to know him, perhaps even play a game with him. He was watching her having her brains fucked out by an uninvited stranger. The humiliation and all thought was as suddenly swept away by an orgasm. He watched that too. As she came round the applause had died down and looking to her right she watched women, one after the other, cleaning the Centurions dripping cock with their tongues. How could she even look at her handsome stranger after this? Walking away was no easy task with her weak legs splayed out; she would have to lean on him to straighten up. Somehow it didn't matter about the others in the banqueting hall; just this one man had made personal contact with her. She couldn't just shrug off the squalid act as though she had deserted her wonderful stranger on a dance floor, returning with some excuse about it being a cousin she had danced with. Unable to stand she crawled round the edge of the room and out. In a rest room she washed and tended the slight make up she wore. It was too soon for tears but she was sure they would flood later. Before everyone in that room she had an orgasm. A short desultory one, but deeply humiliating nevertheless. She had been carelessly used and abandoned. Returning to the banqueting hall she found no one seemed to stare or point at the wanton hussy she now felt like. Melanie made a point of avoiding the handsome young man as much as the odious fat man. *** Next morning, after breakfast and the party had been cleared away, she once again stood before the master of the house. Even more than the previous day she felt guilty; the errant schoolgirl awaiting a headmaster's punishment. This time the guilt was well founded on what had happened last night and he didn't look amused. He looked at her sternly seeming to measure her up for a punishment. "I'm not pleased, Ruby. Some of what happened was my fault. I should have spent more time training you, how to behave and what I expect of you. It seems it wasn't enough for you to pick up good habits from Sophia and Sapphire. I have decided to send you for training. There is nothing to pack so you can leave immediately. Good luck and bon voyage." He told her. With his head once more buried in paperwork it seemed she had been dismissed. Had she broken the rules or was all this a part of the game? Perhaps she was being sent back home with the two days now over. It hadn't been what she had expected; not romantic at all. The feelings of excitement had been replaced with shame and humiliation. At the study door the ever-silent Sapphire walked her to the kitchen, out a back door and opened the door to a limo, all without speaking or revealing the slightest emotion. Melanie slid into the leather upholstery feeling her bare bottom on the seat, only then wondering how she was expected to get home dressed like this. It would be nice if the driver dropped her off at the end of the street, nice for the local men that is. After all that had happened recently it wouldn't matter if he did for she had sunk to her lowest ebb. In a secluded part of a local airfield she was quickly transferred from limo to private jet. Not seeing anyone during the flight she helped herself to drinks and packets of snacks. The plane taxied to a halt where a middle-aged man in jeans and t-shirt helped her down the steps into a waiting limo. All this was accomplished without speaking to anyone, not that she was in the mood for idle chat. This was not home. The rugged scenery was of the South West, maybe even south of the border. So it looked as though she was getting a full week not just a weekend. She would have to be home preparing for a new job by Saturday or Sunday at the latest. No longer convinced this fantasy stuff was for her she decided to give it one more try then pack it in. It was a little worrying how much all this was costing and who had paid for it. Roberta couldn't have done so. Was the irresponsible woman paying for this on a credit card? They didn't even seem to know what her fantasies were. Driving up a long dirt road they eventually came to what looked like a ranch house. The driver opened the door, "Come on out, you've arrived." Melanie squealed with pain on feeling the hot ground under bare feet. He scooped her up easily cradling her in his arms. Their heads were together as he walked with her around to the back of the house. He held her high with her breasts scrunched under his face, the dress no protection. He said nothing but grinned as the twin mounds squirmed like wild creatures, trying to escape, in rhythm with his long strides across the yard. The barn was dark, too dark to see details after the bright outside world. He let her down into a stall onto a concrete floor. It was cool beneath her feet. As he closed the gate she realised she had slid from his arms out of the dress and he was carrying it away with him. It hadn't been much but it was all she had. In the stall there was nothing but some straw. Gathering it together like a nest she tried to make a bed. 'What now!' Melanie thought. The drug administered by Sophia was wearing off and all that had happened was coming into a nasty clear focus. "What the hell am I doing here?" she exclaimed to the walls of the stable. As though magically answering the question a singsong voice chimed up surprising her. "Hi! I'm Sandy and I'm here to help you settle in. Before the training starts I will be teaching you some basics." The tall blond bimbo announced cheerily. At last someone to talk to. Melanie didn't know what to say. The woman seemed so vacuous was it worth trying to communicate. She needed to tell someone her pussy had been assaulted without her permission and she wanted to go home. Gritting her teeth she asked. "What do you mean the basics?" "Oh! All sorts of exciting things honey! Come on lets go get some chow then I'll get you something to wear." She said with a broad smile. Already Melanie missed Sophia and Sapphire. There didn't seem a way to shut off the inane chatter; no off switch on the life sized Barbie doll. If told only a few days ago she would be sitting around a stranger's home completely naked the idea would have seemed ridiculous but here she was eating and patiently waiting for the next humiliation. "We just have to fill out some paperwork and then get started. Those boobies look great where did you have them done?" She asked while pumping her own huge tight mounds of silicone. "There mine, I mean natural," Melanie said slowly enough for the little brain to understand. Sandy seemed to be impressed. Melanie was glad it kept the tiny brain thinking about the idea of them not being man made like her own. The daft thing didn't seem to be able to think and talk at the same time. Melanie wanted to tell her to hurry up and get some clothes but already she had become used to wearing little and now nothing at all. The young woman wore a miniscule flared skirt with a thong, revealed every time she swished around the kitchen. The top hardly covered her ample breasts; something a streetwalker would find embarrassing. Melanie dreaded to think what this woman might present as suitable clothing. At last it seemed they were going to find out what she thought a fantasy weekend should be. When a blood sample was taken dire thoughts of what that penis had deposited inside her surfaced. She shook her head trying not to think about it. In a backroom Sandy handed her a pair of ridiculous shoes. The heels were five maybe six inches. "Here, let me help you. This is the first lesson, how to walk in heels," Sandy offered. There were no other clothes just shoes. Melanie wobbled around until able to balance. It was a small achievement but still it was something, even if completely useless in the real world. She imagined, with a jaded smile, walking in to the new job as Administration Manager on Monday wearing these. It would certainly make an impression. Perhaps she would compromise and wear some clothes too. Giggling at the idea brought forth from Sandy a bright tinkling laughter. The laughter and enthusiasm were bringing Melanie around from the previous despair. "Well done girl. Now take them off and we'll try some positions." Sandy told her. What a provocative statement Melanie thought. Not even a steady boyfriend would dare suggest that. Melanie thought a good position would be the bimbo's neck in her tightening hands. The anger in those thoughts sobered her for a moment. The poor girl was trying her best. True to her word Sandy demonstrated how to stand with breasts thrust out and hands clasped behind her head. Melanie burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of the position and Sandy joined in, with a silly happy laugh. "This shows off my breasts so well, don't you think?" she asked innocently. "Yes, you'd gain any man's attention Sandy," Melanie mocked. "Oh No! Not any man, just my master," she complained in surprise. Melanie didn't believe she was expected to sit like that. Sandy was sitting on the floor with legs splayed out almost sideways then lifted her hips as though presenting her sex. Telling herself they weren't much different to yoga positions she enjoyed Melanie relented under the cajoling of the enthusiastic little Barbie doll. She elicited a promise of some clothing first. Giggling like a naughty school girl she followed the earnest sincere demonstrations. Next was how to squat on the floor with back arched back, again pushing out her large breasts. All were designed to present her body in a variety of sexy poses. It didn't take long before Melanie thought of those women at the Roman party last night sitting at their master's feet in these lewd poses. She sat on the floor with her legs spread out wide, head bowed, with hands gripping her shins. From this to another, then another pose, each one held for some minutes while she learnt to stretch her body. It was a good work out, especially after being cramped in the box, even though the poses were lewd. Repeating these in a gym would bring the place to a halt with cheers and applause even when dressed in a leotard. Despite herself she was becoming aroused thinking of herself like this in the banqueting hall. Darkness had descended and Melanie was becoming tired, desperately wanting to rest. To hasten the end of the training she jumped to it when Sandy gave her a command. It didn't matter that she felt like a dog performing tricks, she wanted to show how well she had learnt the poses to end the session. Woken up early by Sandy, bright and perky as usual, breakfast was eaten and she was ready for a change. The man who had collected her from the airport strode in. Melanie Ch. 03 "So Melanie, you did well yesterday but today the real training starts. I'm sure you've learnt there's just one important thing, obedience. Well now you have to do more than that." The trainer told her. She was getting a bit fed up of this. It was time to go home. "You must have pissed off Bernard for him to have sent you here so urgently. The training regime is his usual specification, well you'll soon see." Jimmy smiled. "He was pissed off! I was the one accosted." She didn't want to use the word rape, not even sure if it could be called that in the circumstances. "By a porn star in front of everyone, the other night." she began angrily. He stopped her with a hand in her face. "Whoa there girl, what do you think you were doing there in the first place?" "It was supposed to be a naughty weekend and I didn't think much of it!" She interrupted. "Just one moment. If you talk out of turn you will be punished. That is one you are owed already so don't go for another," he told her sternly. It was enough to shut her up and listen. "We're not talking about some fancy weekend here this is for life. I know you've not been trained or have much experience, maybe you're not even sure why you're here, so let me tell you. Bernard bought you off a finder." Seeing the dumb look on Melanie's face he explained. "A finder is someone who finds women needing to pay off debts, or in trouble and need to disappear, or whatever. He will settle the debts or fix the trouble for a fee. The finder then sells the woman to a rich man and makes a tidy profit. Another part of his expertise is in matching the right woman to the right man. It's a matter of temperament, body shape, fetishes or whatever. You with me so far?" he asked. Melanie nodded slowly, not sure she wanted to believe all this. The self delusion had been stretched far too thin for her to pretend anymore. She had been fooling herself, avoiding reality; unable to face up to what was happening. The drugs helped but they had cleared from her system. "I don't know where you came from or what your problem was but the finder paid for you and sold you on to Bernard. He owns you. He is your master. That won't change until he decides to put you up for sale when someone else will own you. That's how it is from now on. In the mean time you need training for whatever your master wants you to do and that is where I come in." He looked her over, assessing her mind rather than her body. She looked shocked. Was all this news to her or had it only just sunk in? "The sooner we start the sooner you get back to where you belong. Let's see what you learnt yesterday." The trainer firmly barked the one word command expecting her to jump quickly to thrust out her breasts. Melanie stood quit still staring at him. She tried not to believe it but everything that had happened began to slot into place. She felt so stupid for denying it all. It was too much to take in and began to sway on a decent into a faint. James roughly pushed her over a chair. He slipped a whip from his belt and slashed at her bare bottom repeating the phrase, "you will learn to obey." From then on she switched off to concentrate on his orders. With each word she quickly jumped into the positions holding the pose until commanded, again and again. It was obvious Roberta had nothing to do with this. A single thought rang through her mind over and over again. 'It's all a mistake,' whirled through her mind on a continual loop with the terror numbing her mind. Satisfied with the now compliant woman he looked her over. Was it the silky smooth skin, the waist looking too small to support such large breasts or the long blond hair and sultry looks? What was the best asset needing emphasising? The more difficult objective was determining how far she could be pushed before breaking. Keeping just this side of the line was the aiming point. He didn't want to make the same mistake made with Sandy. The client had arranged for her to disappear after she had ruined one of his companies through fraud. The instructions had been to turn her into a Barbie doll to be returned to serve as an obedient slave. He wanted her to remember she had been an important high flying executive and suffer every moment of servitude. The training had started too soon after the surgery. The poor thing had been in shock after having her body drastically altered and ended up a mindless compliant doll. James would find a buyer for her as there were plenty out there wanting an obedient big breasted blonde Bimbo. At least the law would never catch up with her as she was unrecognisable and no longer the self assured business woman she had once been. *** Melanie was in the stable exhausted from another day of physical exercise ready to collapse into sleep. The demoralising thought that she was owned by someone kept her in a state of shock. Given no time to think it was only now, near exhaustion that she could bear to bring it to mind. She had been bought and sold! She had fallen into this horrifying trap by accident. Roberta had only rolled her into that packing case to get her out of the way of the removal men. So what went wrong? She vaguely remembered being loaded onto the truck but nothing more. Someone must have found her in that packing case tied up. Could it have been the mysterious finder or had she been passed on to him. None of that mattered now. She was in the clutches of these rich men who thought they could own a person like a racehorse or pet. "Shit!" Those women at the party were like her, owned, slaves. What was so frightening was how docile they were. "I'm a slave!" she said to the empty stable. There, she had said it. She was a rich man's pet being trained for his use. Exhausted she fell into a fretful sleep waking suddenly from one nightmare after another with a silent sob. With little sleep and no time alone during the day there was never a chance to think or to plan. Could she escape from here when she hadn't a clue where she was? Miles from anywhere, no money, no clothes, it would be impossible. She would have to wait for someone to rescue her. There's no family and she had recently moved away from friends and colleagues, so there was just Roberta, her only hope. Could she find her? *** Another day arrived with Melanie in a deeper state of despair. She was reduced to trying hard to avoid punishment by quickly obeying the trainer. On command she had learnt to jump to it. She followed orders however degrading for she had learnt to obey. Night seven was scratched as a line on the concrete floor. A little whimper escaped the usual self-control on realising it wasn't just the physical indignities she suffered but something more dangerous was happening. Little by little her self-respect had been whittled away leaving her evermore vulnerable. She had reached the lowly state of those poor creatures in the banqueting hall and felt so useless. It was impossible to fight it. As she fell asleep images of human furniture surrounded her, whispering to her, mocking her. Melanie Ch. 03 -Aye lass. I'm fit for a walk. They started on a path through the oaks and elms towering above them, but presently the urgent chattering of a woodpecker's beak against timber drew them off and into the undergrowth, searching. They watched the bird fly off, a sharp black form against the sunlight so he couldn't identify it properly. Then she clutched his hand tightly: Sandy! The sound of panting came from a clump of rhoddies. They both knew it was sex. They crouched to see through the leaves. Two naked men were fucking in the undergrowth. He had never seen this before, had never had interest in sex between men. But Melanie was crouching, absorbed, watching the contortions of the two as a cock sank repeatedly into a spread arse, and the urgent sounds reached through the damp foliage. Sandy looked at her as her fingers went to her groin under the dress. Saw her face as she touched herself, her entire being focused on the scene before her. He couldn't help it, his hand moved round her bum as she crouched on all fours on the wet ground. His fingers moved her silk panties aside and slipped into her crack, sought her arsehole, as she wanked watching the guys fucking. His finger eased into her spread arsehole and she grunted, her fingers flying on her clit. The lower of the two gays glanced up at her noise, maybe caught her eye. He moaned deeply as his partner's face contorted in orgasm and the two of them sank to the leafmould floor. Melanie jerked hard under Sandy's fingers and she fell forward onto the damp ground, her frame wracked hard, twisting and writhing. Sandy pulled her hips up and lifted the silk garment to the side. His cock sank into her cunt from behind. He panted to his orgasm and his seed flooded her. The two men were gathering themselves, dressing. Finally clothed, they waved at Melanie and Sandy as they moved off. She groaned under him as they both returned to their senses. His cock remained deep in her, spent but still hard. He bent to lick up into her hairline: I had to fuck you darling. Her head twisted round and she smiled wanly: I know. I'm glad. Jesus, that was so hot. He tried to kiss her mouth but couldn't reach. She giggled at his efforts and as her cuntmuscles contracted, his cock was expelled from her. He pulled her up then, drew her to him, kissed her mouth gently. His cock dribbled spunk down the front of her dress. They gazed in each others' eyes for a moment. Then she said: You awful man. I didn't want a fuck, I wanted a walk. But -- her eyes twinkled -- the fuck was pretty good. Thank you. Now, about the walk? ***** The setting sun was washing clouds strange hues of pink and orange behind the piercing form of the Tour Eiffel as they walked toward the Metro station. He turned her and drew her to him: Melanie? - Sweetness? - You know I'm yours now? - I know. As I am yours, lover. - Um. You may be mine, but I think you must be hungry? He resisted her grin: No, not for more sex! Maybe for food, now? She nodded and he took her hand: So let's go and eat lover? They found a café and ate slowly, eyes seldom apart. It wasn't a fancy place, just honest local cooking. Sipped vin ordinaire. He was part of this woman now, and was becoming scared that the event would conclude the next day, that their time together would soon end. Her smile-lines crinkled: Sandy? We have till the morning after tomorrow darling. Before I go back to Adelaide, and you to Glasgow. Let's not waste our time together? We need to get back. To bed. To lovefuck. He hailed the taxi this time. They sat back in the big Merc, fingers stroking each other softly. Wordless. Hardly touching. They entered the room and stripped each other silently. He knelt to kiss her breasts as they were exposed to him, then, as her dress slid to the floor, bent his head between her thighs. Lapped into her as her legs spread, scenting her and tasting her. Nothing in the world had ever been as good for him. He breathed her as his tongue curled round her clit and she moaned. He rose and lifted her onto the narrow bed. Crouched over her and gazed in her eyes. - Sweetness. How did we live all these years? Her legs parted under him and his cock slid into her. She shivered as he entered her cunt, and he felt it close round him gently. Their lips met and the kiss deepened as they surged together, an immutable force binding them. Her face was transforming now, eyes half-shut, irises disappearing under her upper lids. He gazed in awe as his member pulsed in her, thrusting and withdrawing, her muscles spasming round him, gripping him. He knew now he loved this woman. She was almost soundless as his cock thrust his urgency into her, demanding, insisting. Her responses electrified him and his penis inside her engorged further till it felt as though it must fill her completely. He sensed her flower spread fully under him, wet and swollen and welcoming. This was lovefuck, slow and delicious, but he knew now the crisis was near. Balls tensed as her hips thrust and rose hard under him and she was moaning loud now, squirming under him as she sought her release. He fucked into her, hard and needing. Felt her tense round him. Pulled back and fucked hard again. Felt the explosion build, in both of them. Her back arched against him. Lifting him, and they hovered, aching together in a different world. Then it crashed between them, the terrible fusing of need met. They fucked desperately, in agony for seconds. The torrents poured unbidden, released together. Such an agonising explosion. They hung, moving more gently now, caressing and crushing. Expended. Finally collapsed. No more was possible. They slept, clutched close together. Melanie Ch. 04 Author's note: Thank you, all of you, who have posted such encouraging comments, and contacted me directly. I am so sorry for the long delay, but life got in the way. A new university course, family, work, that sort of thing. All good things, if this story is a good thing, take time. Chapter 4 was going to be the last, but it just Topsied, so tis penultimate now. But 5 is nearly done, so not long to wait for it. A loving thank you to my muse, who has not only inspired, but has also edited everything for me. Any problems, blame her! If this is your first encounter with Melanie, you might like to read the earlier chapters first. ***** [Sandy awakes after their second night together in Paris] The exquisite sensation on his cock roused him from the sensual dream. As he moved in his awakening, her eyes rose and met his. She raised her mouth from him to speak: Good morning darling. I hope you don't mind, I was feeling hungry. Now just lie back and let me feed, and waken you properly. He groaned as her mouth resumed its devotion to his penis. - Sweetheart, please move round so I can pleasure you too? Ahhh... Her head rose again: No, I need to focus on you right now. Just lie back and allow me, please? Her head bowed again and he grunted as she opened her throat and his cock disappeared into her. This was a new sensation for him: never had a woman taken him right down her throat before, and the feeling was intense as her muscles closed around him, embracing his sex and his entire being. He momentarily wondered how she was breathing, before surrendering himself to her exquisite ministrations. Throat, tongue, lips, suction and teeth combined to take him soaring, and his hips began moving under her face, driving himself up into her. As her finger slid into his arse to stroke his prostate, his balls tightened, the electricity rose through him and he fucked wildly into her, seeking release. Her teeth closed on him and his spunk pumped into her throat. He lay quivering as she continued sucking, drawing the last of the semen from him. Eventually her head rose, last loving licks, and she crawled up the narrow bed above him, her breasts hanging over his chest as she lowered her head to kiss his mouth. Then she settled on him, her thighs spread over his so her wetness was on his limp prick. - You taste delicious, my darling man, and very nutritious too. She raised her head now and smiled into his eyes. - You never cease to amaze me Melanie. I can't remember ever experiencing such intense sensations. He was still panting, as she was, her face moulding into the most beatific smile as he spoke. - I'm so glad sweetie. It was all for you, but it gave me great pleasure to make you that gift. In fact -- her hips wriggled on him and he felt her wetness spread on his groin and thigh -- I'm very wanting now, perhaps... He kissed her quiet as his fingers ran over her arse and curled round to cover her engorged peach: Mmm, there does seem to be a wee problem down here. I think I need to investigate. And he rolled her gently off him and onto her back, left the bed. Knelt beside it and lowered his face to her groin, easing her pussy wide with his fingers. Moved his face closer to sniff: Ah yes, madame, definitely matters requiring attention here. You require a slow careful treatment. He moved to kneel at the foot of the bed and raised her left foot to his mouth. Pursed his lips round her smallest toe and sucked wetly. Watched her eyes widen as he worked his way along her foot, sucking each toe in turn and licking between them, fingers stroking her calf the while. Completed his mouthworship of her foot and laid it down to start on the other. Melanie was wriggling on the bed now, and her fingers moved to her cunt. - No lass, you're not allowed to touch yourself. I'll get there in due course. Just a wee bit patience please? Presently his mouth moved to her left calf, licking the top of it wetly up to her knee, then bending her leg over her shoulder to lick up the muscles at the back. He allowed his fingers to trail slightly over her labia as he did this and she trembled. He could scent her arousal now, tongueing into the softness behind her knee. When he had kissed every inch of her lower legs he laid them on the bed and started on her thighs. Spread them wide to focus on the soft skin of the inner part, closing his teeth to nip the flesh as the scent of her arousal became overpowering. She was moaning and twisting and he had to hold her thigh firmly to treat it. Her flower was completely open now, a tracery of pink wetness, and the temptation to move his mouth there was as strong as her obvious need. He watched fascinated as he licked closer, at the wee tremulous nerve movements in her folds. When the fronts of her thighs had all been kissed he allowed his tongue to trail lightly down her outer lips, then the inner ones, but was careful not to touch her clit. She moaned and bucked her hips at this but he raised his head and lifted her body from the bed, flipping her over onto her belly. - The backs need attention now, he growled. She was squirming harder as his tongue laved the backs of her thighs, and her hand slipped under her belly. He grabbed it out before she could touch herself and slapped her arse hard twice, once on each cheek. - No you don't, sweetie, no cheating. It's my job to give you pleasure, as it was yours to pleasure me. Now, hands behind your neck please, and raise your hips high. I need to get in to treat your arse. She didn't say a word but obeyed, clasping her hands behind her neck and shuffling onto her knees so her arse was raised before him. He licked her fine muscular architecture all over, biting into it a couple of times, before instructing her to pull her cheeks wide for him. His tongue delved between the spread cheeks and he inhaled her forbidden anal aroma, till his tongue was probing into her and she was twisting and bucking under him. - Sandy, eat my pussy, she needs you... He stretched his body over hers then, resting on his arms, and bent to lick the back of her neck, in behind her ears: Say please, my sweet slut? - Please. You bastard! She giggled and twisted her head round so she was profiled against the pillow. He studied her distinctive face, knew he was more deeply in love than he'd ever been. Lowered himself to kiss her nose. - I have to taste you now darling. She giggled and her arm reached down to pull at his cock, now erect again. She wasn't gentle and he cried out. But she silenced him: -Eat me, you bastard. Then fuck me, if you can. He rose from the bed, turning her onto her back, and gazed deep in her eyes: I want you Melanie, now and forever. I know I can't have you forever, not after we leave here. So -- his grin was wicked -- I suppose I'd better eat you now, if that's what you want. His lips had hardly closed over her labia and she was bucking and writhing under him, thrusting herself onto his mouth. He slabbered her wetness greedily; knew she was close after all the teasing. His lips pursed round her clit as his fingers entered her and her panting quickened. He was with her now, part of her world as he felt her rise under him, knew she was transported and he was travelling with her, soaring upward. His fingers moved to a blur at her cunt, pressing up into her gspot, and his teeth closed gently round her clit as she rose to him, a high prolonged wail now. As her body convulsed sharply his face was drenched by a jet of cum. He rammed his cock hard into her and erupted as she was yet shivering in her orgasm. They lay entangled and panting, drenched in sweat and their juices. It was some time before either could speak. Then she smiled with her whole being: I never squirted before my love. - Never had my face so deliciously wet, he smiled. Ach, my dear, what am I to do with my love for you? - Treasure it and remember it, she whispered. It won't go away, but there's not much we can do with it after we part, my sweet. But it has reminded me that I am a desirable person, and my world is better for knowing how wonderful you are. In my rational head I know there's not much point in even keeping in touch with you when we leave here, but I know I'll have to. He sighed, tears threatening to well: Aye, I know. Now -- he glanced round at the alarm clock -- are we going to have breakfast, cos if we are we'd better move? He rose from her, wiping his eyes, and drew her up from the bed. ***** There were two final sessions of the event after breakfast: a reading by the US poet Jorie Graham, and the announcement of the Festival awards. Melanie had read Graham's work and was enthusiastic about hearing her read, otherwise they might have followed his inclination and returned to the bedroom. The lecture theatre was full when they entered and took their seats. Graham was escorted on the stage by a couple of dignitaries from the University, and addressed the gathering first in fluent French, then in English. She was a woman about his own age, Sandy reckoned, a thought confirmed when he read that she'd been expelled from the Sorbonne in the aftermath of the famous événements of May 68. She read for an hour. Her earlier stuff was discursive, sometimes wandering a bit self-indulgently, but Sandy felt himself warming to her as the words sank in. It was clear from her work that she had a left/green agenda, and he wasn't surprised she was a controversial figure in a country in which this was considered extremist by some. She read well, and her words had depth and poignancy for him. By the end of her reading he was glad he had attended it. Both he and Melanie bought copies of her newest volume when the session finished. Over coffee afterwards they chatted about the poet, and knew both had been similarly affected by the reading. Melanie's eyes sparkled as she spoke of the impact of some of Graham's work on her, and how it had affected her own writing. They inscribed the two volumes they'd bought, each for the other, and exchanged them. At eleven they rose to go to the final session, joining the queue of participants to enter the theatre. Melanie wore the same understated, elusive scent she had the first night they'd met, and as he stood behind her in the line of folk Sandy was suddenly overwhelmed by all that had happened between them. He stroked her shoulders lightly, the silk slipping under his fingers, and she shuddered before turning to him. - Kiss me Sandy. She moved into his arms and he melted as their lips touched, then fused. They were parting the next day, probably forever. There were tears in both their eyes as they drew apart, other participants brushing past their embrace, occasional words about them audible. As they parted, Melanie's hand knocked Sandy's down as it rose in a V-sign at the back of a particularly unctuous French gentleman who had muttered his view of their behaviour: Silly, what does it matter what he thinks? She laughed at Sandy and he knew she was right. But what right did the old bastard have, to pass judgement on them? They took their seats in the theatre. There were three prizes to be announced: for best novel, short stories, and poetry, from the authors invited to participate. The gathering hushed as the hosts assembled on the podium. After some formal and slightly pompous meanderings from the platform, the Malian woman next to whom Sandy had sat on the first night, rose and moved forward to receive the award for best novel. As her applause faded, a Vietnamese man was invited up to receive the short story prize. He was about Sandy's age, small, and walked with difficulty, with a pronounced limp. He was a veteran of the war, on the Vietnamese side, and after he'd received his award Sandy couldn't help but notice that a few in the gathering didn't applaud him, including the US couple with whom he'd lunched on the first day. Then the poetry award was being announced. The speech from the podium was long-winded, but Sandy was listening carefully to the French diction. He slipped out of his seat and gave Melanie his arm, to help her rise. She was trembling, not quite believing what she'd just heard. As she moved to join him on the tiered aisle of the theatre she whispered: Sandy, I can't get down there on my own. Help me please, darling? They descended slowly, arms around each others' waists, and she stepped up to the podium alone, bowed, and received the envelope she was given by the dignitary. She was sobbing as they stepped together up the aisle, his arm firmly round her shaking body. Please, let's just leave now? she whispered. Outside the theatre she collapsed in his arms. He stood in wonderment, holding her tenderly, licking the tears as they streamed down her cheeks. Sweetheart, he said, I just don't understand why you're upset? You've just won yourself a considerable literary distinction. And from what I know of your work, it was entirely deserved. These things don't just get handed out, you know that. She looked into him: Sandy, did you see that some of those Americans refused to applaud the Vietnamese guy? I've read his stories, he's a decent human being and an incredible writer, even in translation. He was just a conscripted soldier then, he didn't have any choice. And unlike the Americans in the war, he really was fighting for his country. It was directly threatened. Vietnam never threatened the people of the USA. It wasn't his tiny country that invaded the USA, it was they who invaded his. How can folk be so hurtful? ***** As they entered the refectory, Sandy noticed the Vietnamese man sitting on his own. He nodded to Melanie and they approached the table, asked the man in French if they could join him. Over the meal Sandy felt himself warming to the man. He had been a student in Lyons when he was conscripted, and had abandoned his studies to return and fight for his country. And received a leg injury which had left him crippled for life. He had been nonplussed by the capitalisation of his country during recent years, and had retreated into writing, shifting in some disillusionment from the larger stage of politics to the smaller but more immediate one of interpersonal relations. By the end of the meal he was firm friends with Melanie and Sandy, and, taking them for an established couple, invited them to visit him in Hanoi. They embraced in the warm French manner when they parted. The rooms in the residence had to be cleared by two pm and as they walked back to the building through the gardens in warm afternoon sunshine, Sandy was struck forcibly by the fact that he and Melanie had only till the next morning together. She had booked into a pension in Montmartre for the last night before her flight back to Adelaide, and Sandy had altered his Eurostar booking to the next day so that they could have this last night together. He drew her to a stop in the gardens and turned her to face him. - Not long now, my sweet woman. How do you want to spend our last afternoon together? They embraced softly. Then she drew back from him a little, gazing into him. The tears were running down both their faces. - We need to get our luggage to the pension. Then just be together in this strange and wonderful city. Darling -- she fell against him -- I don't know how I'm going to get on that plane, but I know I must. He nuzzled her to him, arms tight round her, fingers stroking her back: Aye, I know. Just as well our departure times are so close. I couldn't bear to be here without you. His Eurostar left Gare du Nord at eleven the next morning, in time to get him to London for a mid-afternoon train to Glasgow. She had to leave at the same time for her flight to Singapore from Charles de Gaulle. They gathered their luggage and hailed a taxi to Montmartre, booked into the pension. It was three by the time they were finished. Melanie drew him to her, her bodyscent flooding him as they kissed in their room in the pension.: Sweetheart, there is one place I'd like to go. Her teeth nipped his earlobe. - Hmm? - When you took me to Notre Dame, on our first day, there was a painting I liked on the stall above the quais. Remember, you were so desperate for a beer that you pulled me away? She giggled and he responded, and they collapsed against each other, shaking with laughter. - I remember love. I didn't know that you had your heart set on a painting though, or I wouldn't have been so inconsiderate. - Well, that's where we're going now. I want it. They caught the Métro to Cluny and emerged on the south bank of the river under the classic art-nouveau arch over the station stairway. Melanie soon found the stall above the quai, and her painting was there yet. Sandy donned his reading-glasses to peer at it. It was a simple water-colour, one of hundreds sold each day to tourists, almost off an artistic production line. But something held him. It was a representation of the famous rose-window of Notre-Dame, from inside the cathedral. The colours glowed, almost iridescent, hard to achieve in a cheap water-colour. The artist had caught something of the transcendent beauty of the window. He remembered the moment when he and Melanie had looked at it, and had become aware of the other's absorption. The pricetag on the painting said a hundred Euros. - It's worth it darling, he whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. It's so lovely. - That was the moment I knew I loved you, when we looked at that window together, she smiled. That's why I want it. - Well, I must buy it for you darling. He found a hundred note for the stall-keeper, and the painting was rolled into a cardboard tube. - So, love, what now? I've got my shopping! She drew him to her and they kissed, breath coming faster it deepened. Her fingers were on his bum, drawing her hips on his thigh, and his were stroking her breasts, feeling the nipples hard through silk. - Luxembourg, he said simply, taking her hand and drawing her south, up Boul'Mich. It was quiet when they entered the famous gardens, only a few folks about. His recollection was clouded over four decades, but he had a memory of a corner here, largely hidden by hedges, where he had fantasised about taking his brief Paris girlfriend, all those years ago... They wandered a bit, chatting and touching, and eventually he found it. It wasn't quite as he remembered it, but, he thought, it would do. He had told Melanie nothing of his intentions, but her eyes were alight as she turned to him in the corner of the hedges. - I know what's on your mind, my sexman, she smiled, and leaned over sideways. It took him a moment to realise that she was removing her panties, stepping out of them. She leaned over the back of a bench, facing in the direction of any possible intruders, and lifted her silk dress so her arse was bare in front of him: I need you Sandy. Our last al fresco Paris fuck, please? He stood transfixed for a second, Melanie's delicious arse before him, the lips of her cunt pouting below. But only for a second. His trousers and underpants were down and his erection nudging her, almost before he had time to think. - Our last al fresco Paris fuck maybe my love -- his cock sinking into her warm wetness -- but not our last. He moved in her for a while, their excitements building, but he knew this wasn't right. - Now darling, can we change round a bit. I want to see your face as we make love? He withdrew from her and moved to sit on the bench. She looked round nervously, then drew up her dress and straddled his knees. Their lips met as she impaled herself on him, and they knew each others' need. This was deep and complete love, carnal yet so much more. They moved slowly and slightly at first, tiny shifts of texture and need as their mouths clung together, eyes in each other. Melanie Ch. 04 Roberta arrives on the scene: Roberta felt pleased with her performance convincing Eddy to accept the hastily invented story. She had pretended to be in trouble, needing to escape the area, and was now in a plane being sent to a rich mans home as a servant. That's what Eddy had told her, but she knew the truth. The two stupid oafs had told her all about this nefarious business. The thieves had carted off the two friends belongings and mistakenly carried Melanie with them. In their panic, finding Melanie in a packing case, they had taken her to Eddy. He in turn sold her to a rich man as a slave not a servant. Now Roberta was on her way, also sold, but Roberta was not as compliant as her friend and intended to free her. It had been over a week since Melanie had gone missing but the police hadn't been much help. Not that Roberta had dared tell them the whole story. They thought it a case of missing property not a missing person. Roberta didn't have much of a plan. She intended to find her, get back home, and that was about it. Roberta was aware Melanie was a submissive and would be susceptible in a slave role and was worried how she had survived what was in effect a kidnapping. Feeling guilty over her stupid mistake Roberta had jumped at the idea without thinking it through, until now, on a plane to an unknown destination. She was inclined to make sudden decisions and relied on Melanie's sensible advice to talk her out of making a mistake. It was no good worrying now she would just have to get on with it Roberta noticed they were travelling south but how far it was hard to tell. The landing was on a private strip out in the desert. The pilot didn't push but guided her out of the plane in a hurry to take off again. A jeep was waiting and so she walked toward it wondering what trouble she had gotten into this time. "Jump in," Joe cheerily told her. The jeep sped away with Roberta's arse slamming into the seat. A cloud of dust swirled behind them and in the distance a ranch house with barns and stables appeared through the shimmering heat haze. Roberta stole glances at him while trying to study the terrain in an attempt to establish where they were. The ranch house didn't look as impressive as expected. If this was a rich man's home he didn't exactly flaunt his wealth. Relieved to be out of the morning heat she stood by the air conditioning tempted to lift the back of the dress to cool her bare ass. He seemed a rugged yet cute kind of guy. Under different circumstances she would have considered getting to know him. She had expected some old pervert, someone she could kick until he told her where Melanie was. With this one she considered a more tactful approach was called for. "So, what now?" she asked. Joe looked her over assessing this new trainee. The finder had been right; she needed a lot more work before selling on to a master. Apparently she had blustered her way in to the finder's office with some preposterous story. If he hadn't been warned by a friend what she was up to he would have sent her on her way. "So you're in trouble at home and need to get away for awhile. You can't get much further away than this," he told her. Holding up a hand to stop what might have been a repeat of the boring story he added. "I don't want to know. I'm a trainer and you are here to learn the rules. Be warned though. If you don't keep to the rules you'll be sent straight back to where you came from," he lied. "First thing is to get some details down. Health and safety is important so you need to provide some information, then we can join the others," he smiled. His disarming smile left her feeling more confident than on the journey. He hadn't given her a chance to say anything which was fine while finding out what in hell went on here. This wasn't what she had expected when thinking of being sold as a slave, though it had been hard to imagine such a thing happening at all. Images of the Far East or a harem in the Middle East came to mind, but not this. Roberta plonked down in the large padded chair before a computer screen. "Ouch!" she screeched. "Be carful there are scorpions around here," he told her. He watched her jump up rubbing her bottom under the dress and laughed. "Not here in the house though. It's an old chair but comfortable. Just some of the horse hair stuffing working its way out I guess." Roberta gave him a withering look then turned to the screen to read through the list. He didn't seem to be much of a threat and the rules looked innocuous enough. By the time she got to five her eyes were so heavy she couldn't keep them open. Next moment her head fell against the keyboard. A hypodermic needle in the seat of the chair had injected a tranquiliser. "You look almost innocent asleep," he sighed. Taking a hold of her hands he pulled the inert body out of the chair, up and over his shoulder. In the stable he lowered her gently onto a pile of straw. He slipped the dress off then pulled the panties down with the shoes coming off entangled with them. Unclipping the bra was next. Careful not to snag the skin he snapped manacles over wrists and ankles. Joe pulled her hair up to fasten a collar around the neck and snapped its lock shut. The manacles were connected by chains and one of these he clipped to the collar and locked that too. He rolled her over and tightened a thick leather belt around her waist. He pressed a button on a small black box attached to the back of a belt to test the battery. The chains slowly slipped through it pulling on her wrists and ankles. Once her legs and arms had been pulled up behind her back into a hogtie it stopped. From a back pocket of his jeans he pulled out another control box, looking much like the one on her back. Joe pressed the release button watching the chains reverse allowing her limbs some freedom. Her arms flopped to her sides where she lolled, snoring loudly. Next he filled a water bottle and a food container. Glancing around the barn he noticed the two slaves had cleaned it and strode out to check on them. Walking in to the practise barn he found Sandy at the computer busy paying bills and generally looking after the accounts. At least she was making herself useful until he could find a buyer for her. Curiously the last two prospects had declined the offer, saying the price was too high, so he was considering placing her into an auction. This was tricky as he kept a low profile with none of his customers ever meeting him. He arranged for a friend to fly the slaves in for training avoiding direct contact. Taking Sandy to an auction would necessitate meeting potential buyers and getting his face known by too many people. Melanie was practising slave positions on a soft leather mat. He watched her settle over a dildo fixed to the floor poking through the mat. Easing her torso down over it he watched fascinated as it disappeared into her body. With strong legs she began to push up the length of the dildo until only its head was still inside her. The movement was repeated with deliberate downward thrusts squashing her cheeks on the mat. A slave wasn't allowed to look directly at a master but he could see the pleading look in her eyes as they implored him to give permission. She didn't have to say anything, he knew what she wanted. Since the chores had been completed she had been practising movements designed to strengthen her body. She could almost split herself in two and hold most awkward positions for an hour. Taking on this large dildo was meant to improve inner muscles as later she would have to grip a small one. On her back with legs spread she would have to push it almost out then pull it back in. An hour a day over the past week had improved her grip to perfection. All morning she had been teasing her body and mind so now she was ready. All through the routines she was only too aware all this was to improve her sexual ability for a master. This thought was humiliating yet added to the arousal. Looking almost directly at him she pleaded with her eyes for relief. He smiled at her adding to the torment. It was all the more frustrating that he had her so well trained she couldn't orgasm without permission. The harsh punishment for disobedience had her completely subdued. After just a few days the state of slavery had been accepted so the trainer found excuses to punish Melanie, pushing her further into the role. Now all she needed was to learn the techniques and duties of a slave. She was nearly there. Little sobs of anguish were choked off knowing a punishment would be earned. The trainer looked at her waiting to see if she could bring herself under control. She tried hard to obey though desperately needing to plunge down on the dreadful thing. Instead she slowly, agonisingly, controlled the descent and upward movements. Intently looking out of the corner of her eye for permission she almost missed it, a slight nod of his head. The damn thing was almost lost in eagerness to finish. Plunging down on it her bottom hit the mat, burying the hated thing deep inside her pussy. With great will power she lifted her body up its length and again plunged down. Faster and faster, with frenzied movements straining leg muscles she fucked herself on the large dildo. Eventually she pushed her body over the edge into the abyss. Her head fell to the mat with the dildo still deep inside. Pulling her legs together she squeezed it, imagining a master had used her. This thought was bad enough but knowing the trainer had merely nodded his head to allow this tremendous orgasm crushed her self worth. Lying on the mat gasping, Melanie shivered at the thought of having learnt to use her body for someone else's pleasure. A master could watch and control her in a number of lascivious acts, or have her pleasure him using an uninhibited well trained body. Having learnt to avoid punishment she was now addicted to receiving the rewards of obedience. With a well trained mind and body the orgasms were tremendously rewarding. There was no need for punishments for she was now pushing herself into the role of slave. Sandy turned from the computer to submit to the trainer. Kneeling on the floor, with legs spread, she linked her fingers behind her head to thrust out a pair of large breasts. With head down, buried in the long blonde hair, she stole a look at him. He was watching the new slave performing lewd tricks. At least she no longer had to submit to such degrading exhibitions. As a mature woman wearing a Barbie doll outfit and talking like a stupid teenage cheerleader it was bad enough. The trainer considered her broken in enough to leave her alone and even help in the training. With a flick of his hand she was dismissed to continue with the task of organising the accounts. This demonstration of submission was the first of the day so from now on would be left alone to get on with humdrum tasks. Roberta came round feeling drowsy. The fine chains didn't clank or restrict movement much but were a potent symbol. She sat looking at them knowing they were a message declaring stridently she was a slave. Being in a barn sleeping on straw added to the effect meant to make her feel insignificant. She had been lulled by his welcome into thinking this would be easy. She had presented the image of being just another soft pliable woman easily subdued but he had seen through the deception. Taking advantage of his absence she decided to explore the place as well as needing to walk off the effects of the drug. With determination she stood and looked around. One of the other stalls looked as though it was lived in with what looked like a nest in the clean straw. Roberta hoped to find Melanie or at least discover a way to escape this dreadful place for when she found her. There were more chains, harnesses and what looked like torture instruments hanging from the walls. What might be lurking inside the cupboards she didn't want to think about. A brazier with branding irons was set up in a stall giving her a moment of anxiety on realising what this meant. On examination she found it rusty so it was probably for effect. Looking around she wondered how Melanie had survived this frightening place. A small door set into one of the barn doors squeaked. Looking out into the bright sunlight she blinked and saw the coast was clear. With small steps on bare feet she daintily crossed the yard between the house and two other barns forming a square. First she would take a look at the outside world to try and establish where this was. Looking for hills or some landmark might help. The flat land shimmered in the heat revealing nothing but scrub and she wondered why a farm would have been built out here in the wilderness. A city girl could only wonder but there were more important things to consider especially as there was no convenient town nearby. No taxi to call! Where was Melanie and where was the trainer. Who else was here and would they help or hinder an escape attempt. Feeling confident from such clear thinking she stepped away from the barns to take a look behind them. Perhaps in that direction there might be something useful. As soon as she stepped away from the square a noise like a motorised toy car started up. Roberta turned around startled for it sounded loud in the silence. The creaking of heating metal distorting under a hot sun was all she heard, apart from the soft mechanical sound. Even the insects had the sense to stay out of the midday heat. Where was the noise coming from? Before she could dismiss it as irrelevant she felt the chains to her feet tighten. Intending to reach down to them the movement was caught short. The chain to her wrists had shortened too. Her head was being pulled back and her knees had to be bent to gain some slack. Intending to return to the relative safety of the barn she stumbled unable to straighten her legs. Roberta knelt on the ground before she tripped over for she wouldn't be able to defend herself with both arms being pulled behind her. It carried on, despite struggling, until she lay in the dirt face down. Both lower legs had been bent upward behind her with hands still being pulled up her back. When there was little slack left in the chains it pulled her head back. This reminded her of putting Melanie in a hogtie a week ago, only she was lying naked in the dirt, not on a soft carpet. This was no silly game either. The whirring mechanism had stopped at last with the chains gripping her naked body tight. "Damn!" she shouted. "Damn! Damn and shit!" One last struggle was enough to show there was no escape. Deflated from the previous elation she tried to hold on to the anger, her only defence. Joe looked out of the window. As expected the latest acquisition was out in the yard face down. 'Eat dirt slave,' he thought and almost laughed at the corny saying. The training and the isolation of the abandoned farm had an effect upon him too. Perhaps he might use her to break the monotony. She didn't have an owner yet and might provide some conversation before being broken. He had become sated with sex from pliant women. Even that palled after awhile. Perhaps that was why most masters sold them on after awhile, hoping the next one might be something special. It was ironic that the possibility of having something special, the individuality, was being trained out of them. Once enough money had been earned he would look for a partner, not a slave. Someone to share his life with, someone equal, someone interesting and challenging was needed. "Oh well, back to work," he sighed. "Slave, Doll, with me," he told them. Joe led them out to where Roberta lay. She didn't sob rather she gritted her teeth, not caring what came next. He pressed a button on the control box through the jeans pocket. The chains began to slacken giving her the chance sit up and massage her limbs. "Help the slave back to where it belongs, in the barn," he told them. When she opened her mouth with an obvious protest he slapped her face. It was dirty, so covered in dust Melanie didn't recognise her. Pulling a crop from his belt he pushed her over into the dirt with a boot and flicked it across her bare ass. "No back-chat slave. You are here to learn the rules and obey them. No complaints, this isn't a health farm," Joe told her. The calm voice was more threatening than a shouted command. He spoke from experience and a sure knowledge that all would submit eventually; easily or the hard way. Following them into the barn he watched the new one looking for signs of arousal from rough treatment. There weren't any so added this to his assessment of how to break her. In a corner of the barn he clipped the collar to a dangling chain. She stood on tiles over a drain. He turned on the hose and began to wash the dirt form her face and body. The long hair flew around her face with the jet of water. She would need shaving too, he noted, as the water bounced over her pussy. This ordeal had no effect either but he would find out the weakness soon. It was hot in the barn and the water wasn't exactly cold yet sometimes the humiliation of being hosed down in a stable like an animal was enough. It was the little discomforts and humiliations that did it in the end, not the obvious punishments with a whip or spankings. Subtlety was the key to making a woman into a well behaved slave. Dressed in a ball gown being humbled at his feet did it for one while another would be brought to heel in a short skirt showing off a pair of frilly panties. One slave may be turned on while another would be deeply embarrassed. Either way it would be used against them. "Look after it and fill it in on what I expect of a slave, even a trainee," he harshly said. Shining clean Roberta was led to her stall. Sandy had no sympathy for a young woman running away from trouble only to land in deeper shit. Having suffered at the hands of those self-important wealthy, so called masters, she wasn't going to add to the woman's suffering either. Melanie stroked the hair away from the new slaves face. She gasped out loud. "Roberta! What the hell are you doing here?" Her eyes were wide with shock showing white in the gloom of the barn. It had been too easy to succumb in this threatening place, especially with the thought of no escape bearing down on her. Suddenly confronted by a friend from that other world, it all came flooding back - its normality and moral fences began to reform. She took a step back trying to cover her naked body with both hands. "Trying to rescue you, fool!" she tried to laugh only it was an ironic cackle. She lifted both hands showing off the manacles. "Not doing a very good job of it. Guess I need a clever thought out plan, any ideas?" she plaintively asked. "You give up too easily. I'm surprised you got this far." Melanie said, sounding more like her old self. Roberta told them her story guessing the two thieves had given her away to the finder called Eddy. She explained he ran a brothel and probably recruited desperate women if they were suitable as slaves. Melanie told them about the bizarre house she had been delivered to and how she had been sent for training as the master required complete submission. She was nearly there too only her friends presence gave her fresh heart to resist. Seeing the two friends cuddling each other for comfort Sandy suddenly felt very alone. For once she let her guard down and told them her story. How she had stolen company funds for the sheer hell of it. "Just because I could," she said. "Doing it under the very noses of those pompous men was thrilling," she laughed. Melanie noticed the silly voice had been dropped and she no longer lisped. She wondered what the woman had been up to on the computer while supposedly helping with her training. When the trainer wasn't around she was constantly playing with the thing. Melanie Ch. 04 "Sure, we'll find a way out of here," Melanie said to her friend. "You going to join us? Three intrepid slaves fighting for freedom?" Roberta asked Sandy. Sandy looked away, once more donning the coy little dumb blonde look. Melanie knew her well enough to figure she was retreating into an act. So that was it, she was acting a part, to fool the trainer, no-one else. She didn't think it was just a mental escape from this awful place either. The woman was planning something. Melanie Ch. 04 But the void was in both of them and it was imperative that it was filled. Their movements quickened, almost imperceptibly at first, and he sucked her neck as she gasped, rising and falling on him as he thrust deep into her. Their ride together became a maelstrom of emotions and sensations as they thrust and twined, melded together yet still apart, wanting to remain in the almost-painful moment of joy, yet seeking the release which transcends it. His finger sank in her arse and she arced over him, face a paroxysm of wonder at where she was, and as she sank on him yet again his balls tightened. - My sweet darling, he grunted, you are my world. Her mouth opened on his and the explosion shook them as they orgasmed together He licked her eyes as the lids fluttered, eyeballs almost out of sight upwards. Held her close as they both came down, eventually re-emerged into les Jardins de Luxembourg. His fingers stroked her back through the silk and he drew her tight into his shoulder. Her eyes slowly rose to meet his: Darling? He stroked her cheek and she shivered. - No words, my sweetness, no words. No need for them. And they nuzzled close and warm, his cock still inside her, till a white miniature poodle trotted up to where they sat, and sniffed around them. Melanie hastily lifted herself off him, spunk running down her thighs, and they had just rearranged themselves by the time the patrician lady owner of the poodle appeared. She merely nodded at them, called her dog, and stalked off again. Sandy kissed Melanie's head, loving her soft long locks: Ach darling. I know this is total madness, but I am in love with you. When you leave Paris you'll take all my love with you. She turned her face up to his: I know that, my sweet dill. But nobody has to leave yet? He knew the look by now, the half-closing as her eyes hooded over. Loved it, loved her need, and though his cock was finished for the present, his mouth and fingers weren't. He knelt at her feet and moved his head up under the silk, absorbing her fragrance as he licked into her. Her legs parted wide as his tongue cleaned his spunk from her thighs and she moaned when it touched between her legs. He flicked at her clit, knowing her need, no teasing now. She flinched as he brushed her, eager to please her, worshipping at the altar of her sexuality, and as her body flexed before him, his mouth fastened on her clit. His fingers sought her anus and she rose from the bench -- how well he had come to sense her in just a couple of days -- and as his fingers sank in her she arced further up, keening as his mouth adored her sex. Then she went rigid. And groaned, the most intensely sexual sound he'd ever heard. He continued licking and sucking but she pushed his head away as her body subsided. - My sweet lover, she muttered. I'm done, I can't take any more. - Thank fuck for that, he smiled, leaning over her now, pulling her mouth to his. But she was spluttering with laughter. - Uh, had enough now, have we? He muttered: I thought you were supposed to love me? And she folded over, her face flushed and smooth in the afterglow of orgasm, consumed with giggles. ***** They walked in the gardens for a while, the empty tug of their imminent parting bearing heavily on them. Then he remembered something. - Melanie, you haven't opened your envelope yet? She blinked uncomprehendingly: Envelope? Oh! My prize you mean? No, I haven't, silly me! Must have been too busy. She dug in her handbag and withdrew the paper, nails digging to open it. Read for a minute, looked up into Sandy's face: Um, Sandy, it's Glasgow you live in, isn't it? An equivocal smile played round her mouth. - Aye, Glasgow, why? What's the prize love? She passed him the letter and he read. Looked in her eyes, something close to disbelief in his: This is real, right, you didn't make it up? You didn't forge it for a joke? - No, it's real. At least I think it is. She took the letter from him and re-read it: No, it's quite clear. My prize is that I am invited to do a reading, and some tuition, at a Poetry Festival in the School of Creative Writing at the University of Glasgow. In three months time. All expenses paid. From Adelaide. Oh Sandy! Her face crumpled: Maybe there is a god after all? She flung herself at him, arms round his neck. They clung to each other for minutes, sobbing and laughing, kissing all over each others' faces. Then he drew back from her: But will you be able to attend lassie? - Will I be able to attend? Too right I will! Come hell or high water I'll be there! What a privilege, an honour! Even if you weren't there I'd want to go, but Sandy! It lasts a nearly a week! We can be together for a whole week. And I'm sure I can make arrangements at home to allow me a holiday whilst I'm there. You will have time to give me a holiday, won't you darling? - Oh, my love... He drew her to him and their mouths fused, arms tight around each other as they absorbed the news. Both sensed that this extraordinary coincidence could change their lives. Eventually they moved apart. Their eyes were sparkling into each other but there were unspoken questions there too. Sandy glanced at his watch: nearly five. Maybe we should get a coffee, a glass of wine? This has changed everything. We need to talk. Melanie Ch. 05 Author's note: You are all wonderful people. Thank you for your support. Thank you to my muse, who has not only inspired, but has also edited everything for me. If this is your first encounter with Melanie, you might like to read the earlier chapters first. This is the final chapter of Melanie. ***** They settled in a pavement café on Boul'Mich, a bottle of Chateauneuf du Pape between them. - Tell me more about your family Melanie? he asked softly. How will you be able to get away? Your husband, your kids ...? And how do you really feel about us? I mean -- he hesitated -- up till now it's been, well, it's been ... one of these things that can happen between a man and a woman, when they're away from home, and there's a spark, a bit of chemistry. But now, if you're coming to Glasgow ... that puts it in, umm, a different category? - I should slap you hard for saying that. I thought you loved me? But she was smiling. 'One of these things that can happen...?' Sandy, you know I've never done anything like this before, allowed myself to ... oh christ, TOUCH another man, let alone fall in love like this? But yes, I know what you mean. Until now, we thought we'd never see each other again. Now we know we will. So it's different. Yes. Sandy had rolled a cigarette whilst she spoke. Watched her eyes as he lit it: Yes, it is. I thought we'd just part and it'd be terribly sore for a while, probably a long time. But that I'd never see you again. I can't imagine ever having any business that'll take me to Adelaide. But Melanie, you know I love you deeply, that there is some impossibly powerful force between us. Tell me more about your husband? Please, darling? Her face shadowed. He could see her struggling, a turmoil in herself, and he knew better than to press her further. But he needed to know more about her life, hoped she would be able to talk to him about it. Eventually her face composed itself. - George has MS darling, multiple sclerosis. A rotation of carers look after him: I did it for years, but it got far beyond my abilities, lifting him and so on, long before he got the care package he needed, and should have had a long time previously. We're friends, we still share a lot -- not least our littlies of course -- but we haven't been lovers for a very long time. He just can't, progress of the illness. It's a disease of the nervous system and sex is often one of the first things to go. In his case quite a lot has gone. I -- she looked in his eyes, tears in hers -- I'm not sure how much more I can tell you. - And your bairns, he asked gently, how are they? She saw only compassion in his eyes, smiled into him as she paused to think, irises moving sideways and up as she focused her thoughts. - They are normal lovely children. They love him to bits, and of course they don't really understand that it's unusual to have a parent with a progressive disability. It's their life, their normality. But physically I suppose, and maybe emotionally, I work hard to try and compensate for what they can't get from their dad. They are OK, just lovely decent small folk. They are my life. He leaned to her and stroked the lines engraved on her brow: I can see that darling. It's written all over your face. Thank you for helping me understand a wee bit more. They sipped wine and spoke more of their families: Sandy's all grown up and in charge of their own lives; Melanie's still young and vulnerable. Swapped tales of children's idiosyncrasies and parents' foibles. Laughed together till the tears ran down both their faces. It was nearly seven when he next glanced at his watch. - Sweetheart, it's getting near dinner-time, are you hungry? She smiled in his eyes: I was so carried away with our chat, and the wine helped too. But yes, I'm getting hungry. Where will we eat? - There's somewhere in Place Mouffetard, maybe ten minutes walk. It used to be wonderful, but I don't know that it's even still there now. If it is, it might be a suitable place for our last dinner in Paris together. They wandered through backstreets in the warm evening, nineteenth century tenements towering over them. They breathed the distinctive scents of the city. Then they paused outside a sex shop, a fairly upmarket one, a bit like a French Anne Summers, Sandy thought. Melanie took his hand, whispered: I've never in my life been in a place like this darling. Always wanted to look, but never had the courage, on my own. They wandered between the displays of lingerie and sextoys: Anything you want love? Sandy asked. She drew him back to the display of bondage toys, fingered a soft black leather collar with interest. - Sandy? - Yes darling? - How do you think this will look on me? His mouth fell open, and he leaned to kiss her. His heart was pounding suddenly. He had had no idea ... but his cock was rigid at a vision of her naked and collared before him. He drew the soft leather artefact from the display and took it to the desk. As they stepped from the shop she drew the bag from him and removed the label. Stopped outside in the fading Paris evening. She fastened the collar on her neck, her eyes on his. Moved back from him and turned on the pavement. - Does it suit me? she husked. He moaned incoherently and drew her in his arms, scenting the fine leather as he licked her neck: It's perfect my love. I need to fuck you now, but waiting will only make it better when we do. His fingers slid under her skirt and she was wetter than he'd ever felt her. ***** The wee restaurant was still there. It didn't offer a big menu, but once he established that the chef he knew was still in charge, Sandy was confident that everything would be good. He chose the traditional rabbit stew after they shared fragrant garlic escargots; Melanie went with lamb cutlets. He had insisted on a bottle of Moet, over-riding her protests at the extravagance: This is our last night in Paris, darling. As they ate she spoke more of her family, the nature of her husband's illness, and Sandy was humbled by her trust in him. It was clear that she loved George: clear too the enormous stress his awful illness had placed on her over many years, intensifying as his condition worsened. Sandy's friend's wife had MS and he had watched in despair as two lives imploded, so he had some understanding of how Melanie's world must be. Meals finished and dishes cleared from their table, he held her hand as she finally broke down sobbing. He stood and moved behind her, kneading her shoulders gently through the silk. - Darling, do you want coffee? A liqueur? To finish our evening? She turned and looked up at him, tearstained: I think I just want to go back now Sandy. In the taxi she cooried into him, clutching him tightly. He sat holding her, watching the Paris evening pass through the windows of the vehicle, overwhelmed with love for this woman. A love which he knew, her visit to Glasgow notwithstanding, was quite unsustainable. He couldn't share her life, help her with her husband and children. But he ached to be able to do so. Ach, the world is so fucking hard sometimes. He stroked her hair with one hand, the other feathering her face. Then they were in Montmartre, outside the pension. When they were out of the taxi she whispered: Sandy, could we walk for a while before we go in? He took her hand and led her through quiet lanes behind the bustle of the Folies Bergere, knowing what she needed to see. Then they were in the Place in front of Sacré Coeur and her eyes lifted to the neo-classical splendour of the white basilica: What is this darling? He explained the history: that the church had been conceived as part of the right-wing reaction to the Paris Commune of 1871. As a socialist he was equivocal about its genesis and history, but there was no doubting the immense architectural impact of the domed building, atop the highest point in the city. It was built on the graves of thousands of Communards who had been entombed in the old mines below, as right-wing forces crushed the Commune. It had been until its brutal repression, the first-ever government in the world to attempt to represent the working-class majority. - Isn't it strange that something so beautiful could be built to celebrate the destruction of such a brave ideal? Her eyes were in his and he leaned to kiss her. - Ach, love, so much of our built heritage, almost everywhere, celebrates the achievements of the rulers of societies, and rulers have almost always been a minority who gained their wealth and power at the expense of the poorer majority. Tis how the world is, and unfortunately I see little sign of it changing soon, anywhere. But you have to admit, it is a very powerful building? Sacré Coeur shimmered white, high above the bustle of the city, rising over the glow of streetlights, up into the darkness. Kissed by the faint light from a crescent moon peeping through clouds, eerily illuminating its sepulchral paleness. She shivered and turned to him: It's getting cooler and I'm tired. Let's go in now? She stood on her toes to kiss him and it was his turn to shiver. She reached into parts of him he hadn't known existed before. His hands went to her silk-covered arse and he felt her tremble in her need. He kissed the collar on her neck. - Aye, let's go in. The door to the tenement opened to her key and they nodded to the concierge before climbing the two flights of stairs to their landing. Slipped into the room. Between a couple of buildings the dome of Sacré Coeur was partly visible through the window. Melanie gazed at it before shutting the window and drawing the curtains, then turned to him. - Sandy? - Yes, love? - I noticed the bath when we dropped our stuff off earlier. It's very big. Can we share it? Come and have a look! The ensuite bathroom indeed had a big bath, a corner affair, triangular and spacious. - I think there's room for two there, he breathed. Enfolded her in his arms, fingers going to the buttons at the back of her dress. She fumbled with his cufflinks and shirt buttons as the dress fell to the floor. She wore no bra and he knelt to suckle her proud breasts as she lifted his shirt off. Their breathing was coming faster now and his hands went to her silk panties, stroking in her groin through the sleek fabric. She twisted to put the plug in the bath and turn the water on and his mouth went to the sweet arse now before him. Just began licking it through the silk when she straightened and turned back, and his mouth was tasting cunt through silk. He looked up at her. - Melanie, I have never felt as close to another human being. Ever. His fingers moved to pull the scant silk garment down and she sighed as his tongue licked into her groin, flicking round the trimmed bush atop her mons, then moved down, into the crease between thigh and trunk. He tasted her sweat and looked up. Her face was drawn with want, mouth slack, eyes hooded. He knew she needed his love now. Stood and hastily removed the remainder of his clothes as she watched. He checked the bath and turned the taps off. Rolled her stockings down. Kissed her hungrily, then sat in the bath. - Sit on my cock darling? Please? She stepped into the bath and lowered herself onto him. As his cock sank into her he removed the leather from her neck: I don't think this wants to get wet? She moaned and rose on her powerful thighs, then sank on him again. He bit her throat as she juddered, his cocktip brushing her gspot. Then she pushed him back against the end of the bath and fucked him hard. In seconds she was a shuddering mass of womanflesh, her irises so upturned they were invisible. When eventually she came down from her climax he kissed her fluttering eyelids, cock still hard in her. He didn't want to cum then, needed to wait. Started washing her gently, soaping her upper body, then nudged her up so he could attend to her arse and thighs. Soaped and kissed her. Finally she was clean and she took the sponge to attend to him. When she was done they rose from the bath, both trembling with the intensity of their togetherness. He moved to the washbasin and got his shaving gear ready, knowing his face was rough now. Melanie bit the back of his neck. - Don't start yet love, I need the camera. She returned seconds later and as he lathered himself to trim round his goatee, she busied herself taking pictures. As he finally splashed cold water on his face she kissed him. She took the collar and fastened it round her neck, her eyes piercing his. She was naked and collared before him. She bent her head. - Take me to bed Sandy. Use me. I'm your slut now. All yours. He gasped and took her in his arms: No slut darling, you're my lover, my treasure. And he took her hand and led her to the bed. She crawled onto it and crouched in submission, folded arms behind her neck, arse in the air, peach pouting beneath her parted bumcheeks. Then she reached back and pulled the cheeks wide. - In my arse Sandy. Now. He eased forward and his cock slid into her moist anus. He grunted in amazement, thrust hard. She moaned gently and her fingers slipped to finger her collar: Use me Sandy, I need to be used darling. By you, always by you. He was in a frenzy now, hot animalfuck in this beautiful woman's arse. Lost himself totally, his existence nothing but cock in her, surging, needing, demanding release from his near-agony. As she moved and sounded beneath him he knew she was in the same place. They were together, utterly. His balls clasped tight to him and the long slow buildup continued, hovering on the edge, moving slowly in her now, feeling her need build too. Then the explosion was there, and he felt her muscles grasp him as she screamed. And he voided in her. He kissed the collar as they sank back onto the pillows, eyes searching each other, questioning, loving. Sleep came as he stroked her back, knowing nothing but the purest bliss with this wonderful woman. ***** He stroked her cheeks after he placed the cup of Darjeeling beside her on the bed-table: Morning now my darling. Her eyes fluttered and he kissed them, exuding love. - What an incredible experience, she muttered. I've won an award, and even better, I've found the most wonderful man in the world. - You stole my line sweetheart. You are a terrible thief. But I know you stole nothing to create your poetry, so I forgive you. In her awaking tiredness she laughed, and he smothered her mouth with his. She pushed him off. - Stop this Sandy, I can't breathe properly! He withdrew and gazed on her face in adoration: You know I love you? And bent to take a soft nipple in his mouth, felt it harden as he sucked. She still wore the collar and he touched it. - Take it off and put it on me? he whispered. She looked long and clearly into his eyes. He felt her penetrate his core. She smiled shyly and her fingers went to the buckle at her neck. - This is mine, she smiled. Why should I put it on you? - Because you have to? You at least need to know if it fits me? Otherwise -- he glanced at the clock -- we might have to go back and get a bigger one? But my neck is just a fifteen-and-a-half, so it might fit? - Lie down man. She was unbuckling the collar: I need to fuck you. She rose and as he lay back on the bed, she fastened it round his neck. Then she hesitated. - I've changed my mind, there's something I need to do first. Now that I know I own you too, I need to give you a present. I hope you like it. Come with me. He rose, collared, and she led him to the bathroom. - Lie down in the bath. He obeyed her and slithered down in the bath. He had no idea what was coming but was very excited, trusting her completely. He watched entranced as she stepped into the bath, her cunt stretched open to him as she lifted her legs over the side. She placed her feet outside his thighs and squatted over him. His gaze flickered up and down her from her glowing excited face to her open cunt, and his cock was rigid. Christ, how he loved her! She crouched over him and kissed his mouth, her breasts hanging over his chest. Then raised her head from him, and her face tensed. Then he watched in awe as the stream of piss jetted from her urethra and sprayed his cock. It took him a second to realise what was happening: Ohh, Melanie! The scent of her pungent urine filled his nostrils as he watched and felt the splattering spray move up his belly to his chest. Then it became a dribble, slowly spattered back down his body. The last few drops landed on his cock and he looked directly in her eyes. - Oh my darling Melanie. Thank you for your beautiful gift. I have never felt so close to anybody before, nobody has given me that. I... I need to lick you dry now. Please stand love. She stood on shaking legs and he leaned forward to lave her thighs with his tongue, up into the folds of her cunt, lapping the liquid from her. - Now you do me Sandy, please. His brow raised a question but she held his gaze and he rose, understanding. Stepped behind her and she took his place in the bath: Piss on me Sandy, I want this. On my cunt. All over me. He was in shock, but excited at the strange intimacy she had performed on him. Excited by the lingering scent of her urine. This was somewhere he had never been, never even thought of. He aimed his cock straight down at her cunt and released. Watched her eyes as the piss splattered between her legs, saw them glaze and hood as he directed aim on her clit. - Tits now, on my tits. He couldn't believe this was happening but it was, and his cock was hardening now so the stream inexorably rose up her body. He had to bend to lower his aim and stop it splashing her face. She smiled as her hand went to her piss-soaked cunt and wanked, still watching his eyes. He stood transfixed, hard cock still in his hand, as her excitement rose to her own ministrations. - Wank for me darling. Wank. Cum on my face. His hand began moving on his cock. He was instantly hard and in seconds electricity flashed through him, balls to cocktip. He felt the spunk rising. Watched her face as it contorted beautifully, her orgasm imminent. - On my face .Now. I want your cum. He aimed as well as he could and the spunk pumped from him, miraculously spattering her face as it spasmed. ***** Once they were cleaned up it was time to pack and head out. During their dressing she removed the collar from him and fastened it round her own neck again. The taxi took them to Gare du Nord through the heat of a fine Paris morning. The exciting city was all around but they had no eyes for it, so consumed were they in each other. They had exchanged email addresses before the taxi dropped them in front of the fine nineteenth-century façade of the station. He noted from the station clock that they had half-an-hour before her train left, and cursed himself that they hadn't stayed longer in the pension. He wanted her again now, needed her fragrant cunt. Three months was a long time, he reflected ruefully. She excused herself to go to the toilet and when she returned he held her to him, breathing her bodyfragrance: Sweetness, I need to kiss you. They embraced and felt the warmth of each others' bodies close, and when they drew back from the kiss his cock was hard against her again. As she looked at him, her eyes were hooded. He shivered, glanced at his watch. Just twenty-five minutes before she had to catch the train to the airport, and his Eurostar was soon after. - We need to find somewhere to fuck, he said. We need to fuck again before we part. She nodded acquiescence. Then she looked up in his eyes. - I imagine that Disabled toilets are unisex here, as they are at home? His mouth dried. He needed her again, this last time: I imagine so. They are in the UK anyway. There's certainly one in the station. Melanie Ch. 05 Chapter 5 Roberta's training starts "She's planning something I just know it. Every time we're alone Sandy's on that computer, until he comes in, then she switches the screen to the business accounts. If he gets close she asks him some mundane question which he runs from. He hates to even look at the accounts let alone check up on her," Melanie explained. "Maybe she's planning to escape but that doesn't mean she'll take us too," Roberta pointed out to her friend. "She couldn't just leave you to be sold to some stranger and I'd be sent back to that awful man," Melanie complained. "Are you sure about that? How can someone be a slave these days! Surely you could have just walked out and reported him," Roberta said. The skepticism was still there but less definite. "OK! We can't walk away from here, across the desert, but if we worked for some guy in a big house we could get away surely," she said in exasperation. "You don't know what its like," Melanie snorted. "What was it like then?" Roberta asked, trying to get her to talk. "I'd rather forget about it," Melanie said, once more. She looked away not wanting to recall the images of such a painful memory. "If we don't get out of here I'd like to at least go to the same place as you. I assume you're going back to the same place?" Roberta asked. "You don't understand, of course I'm going back to that man, he owns me, I'm his slave," Melanie said, through gritted teeth. "You won't be asked where you want to go, you'll be sent to whoever pays the highest price," Melanie told her angrily. "We are slaves and you had better get that into your head or you'll have a hard time of it," she warned her. "Help me out then, tell me what its like," Roberta sighed. She looked around the barn wondering if it might be preferable living in a comfortable house, even if it meant submitting to a so-called master. It would be uncomfortable sleeping in a barn, in a stall, on a bed of straw. The thin old blanket didn't hold back the prickly straw enough or keep out the cold. Melanie looked at her friend seeing the look of wretchedness that was so unlike her and relented. She was always full of fun and this look of misery was too much to bear. She decided to tell her what had happened since they played around packing ready to move into the new apartment. She intended to convince her friend it was possible to become a slave and that's exactly what they had become. They were slaves and the sooner she realized it the easier it would be to withstand the training. "It was a big expensive house, richly decorated in a Roman style. He must have had a thing about ancient Rome. Anyway, I just had to do as I was told it is as simple as that. It was at a party that I got into trouble and was sent here to be trained. All the slaves were dressed in brief outfits showing off their bits. Yes, me too, in front of about twelve men and their slaves," Melanie recounted. "Of course I didn't want to, I just had to wear what I was given, that's what slaves do," she explained. "When first there I gave in because I was drugged, but later the oppressive atmosphere of the place pushed me into just going along with it," Melanie said, trying to excuse her behavior but still feeling pathetic for giving in so easily. "The master expected me to obey him and I just went along with the other slaves. You know, when in Rome!" Melanie tried to make light of it. "A large muscular man strode in, dressed as a gladiator or Roman soldier or something; he was a part of the entertainment. As he strode around the room he recounted an epic battle with a big loud voice throwing in bawdy remarks. He goosed or even spanked the slaves as he toured the room which I decided to avoid." "My master was away somewhere so to keep out of the way I squat at another mans feet, hoping to be missed out." "Yes, I suppose he was well built and handsome in a rugged sort of way. He stopped behind me and goosed me like some of the other slaves. Unlike the others I pushed away from the man in front of me trying to get up ready to give the stranger a telling off," Melanie shivered at the memory. "He must have realized I was a novice and didn't know how to behave like a disciplined slave. The other slaves just kissed the head of his cock, or pretended to depending on their master's wishes," Melanie said. "You're joking! These women were dressed as slaves and actually kissed a strangers cock at a party?" Roberta laughed, in embarrassment. "Not all of them. Some masters ordered them to pretend. He only stopped for a moment at each one, all the time blaring out the story. Anyway, before I could make a fuss he grabbed my hips and thrust in. In my pussy of course! I didn't have a chance to do anything I was still bent over trying to get up. Of course I didn't enjoy it!" she complained at another of Roberta's interruptions. "Everyone was watching and cheering as though my being fucked were a part of the show. I wasn't ready for him either," Melanie suddenly cut off, reddening with embarrassment. "So who were you ready for?" Roberta chuckled. She prodded her friend's shoulder with a hard finger, "Come on you can tell me," she goaded. "This nice guy, I was leaning on his knees. Don't be so crude, I wasn't doing anything naughty to him. Because I wasn't his slave that's why! I know, I can't help referring to myself as a slave but after that experience and the training here, well, you'll find out," Melanie sighed. "He wasn't my master so of course I wouldn't have blown him, as you so crudely put it," Melanie said, in a far away voice, then shrugged her shoulders. "You mean you would blow a man's cock just because you're told he's your master?" Roberta asked her friend. She looked at her with eyes wide in astonishment. She knew this woman had refused to blow a steady boyfriend. Melanie just didn't like it and wouldn't do it. "I've been practicing," she said, and lifted her head with pride, before realizing what she had admitted. All Roberta could do was flap a pair of open lips in astonishment, unable to produce a word. "I haven't told you the worst bit yet! I'd been talking to this nice man, didn't ask his name, getting on fine with him. When the Roman entertainer thrust in I was pushed into his lap. The nice guy watched, with a look of surprise turning to amusement, while I was being fucked by that nasty stranger. His piercing blue eyes held mine so I couldn't close them or look away. I couldn't say a damn thing either. What could I say, 'do you mind if I brace myself on your knees while this complete stranger fucks me', Melanie angrily spat. She calmed herself and continued. "I tried to keep my head from nodding in rhythm with the man's powerful thrusts. It was terrible, the most humiliating moment of my life. A man I wanted to get to know, that might have helped me escape and he was watching me being taken by a stranger." "I felt like a stupid bitch on heat pounced on by a stray dog. I remember now, I gripped his knees real tight when that stranger shot his load into me. I must have cum too for I slumped across his knees. Hell! No wonder my master was so angry," Melanie giggled. "Next day my master sent me here to be trained," she said. Roberta managed to close her mouth and shook her head to clear it. This was certainly not the virtuous young woman she had shared an apartment with for two years. The giggle sounded as though it might rise to hysteria so she interrupted with another question. "What happened to you here?" Roberta asked. The anxiety in her voice surprised her. A little shiver shook her naked body. The sun was going down and it was getting cold but it was a touch of fear that shook her. "We get up early so best get some rest. If I know you you'll fight him all the way so save your strength, get some rest. Shush! You aren't me so he'll use a different tactic on you. He fits the method to the slave," Melanie said, trying to avoid telling her. Melanie didn't want to frighten her friend or reveal how degrading the training had been. Since her friend had turned up she had become aware of how much she had given in to it and how debased her behavior had become. It had been easier to accept out here with no-one to compare with or anyone to judge her. "Here, let's snuggle up, to keep warm," she offered. Roberta looked as though she might refuse the close contact, as they were both naked except for a leather harness. She quickly relented. It was easy to see they both needed the closeness as a comfort, their only comfort for the foreseeable future. Next day, just before dawn, Sandy woke the two girls with a shake of their shoulders. They were like spoons in a draw and had been all night, only waking just long enough to turn in unison. Melanie pulled Roberta up onto her feet for she found it particularly hard getting up so early and wasn't used to such rough conditions. "You're kidding me right?" Roberta asked when she was led to a metal grid set into concrete in the middle of the barn. Melanie held onto Roberta's shoulders as the young woman tried to position her ass over the hole. "Try not to make a mess, we have to clean it afterwards," Melanie explained. Roberta splashed her legs but got most of her waste down the hole. She would have to manage for herself next time Melanie warned her. Roberta looked at the metal grid set into the concrete hardly able to accept she had just peed and shit into it. She led her to an open corner of the barn where Sandy had already showered. "A shower next," Melanie yawned. The cold shower stung Roberta like a cattle prod. A startled look together with the stiff pose left her looking as though she had downed a jug of Turkish coffee in one. "Shit! Why didn't you warn me?" She came from under the freezing water shivering, pulling a thin cloth that tried its best to be a towel, around her body. "I'm used to it I guess, its cold water off the mountain," Melanie said. They ate breakfast together in the exercise barn, a bowl of cornflakes with dried fruit and nuts. The two friends were ravenously hungry and licked the bowl out. Sandy was more polite and so Melanie suspected the woman had a supply of contraband food in the house. After all she was processing all the orders for supplies on the internet. Melanie helped her friend clean and oil the leather harness. "You'll need to keep it clean or you'll receive a punishment," Melanie told her. "What kind of punishment," Roberta asked. It wasn't just idle curiosity she needed to know what to expect from the trainer. Melanie just shrugged her shoulders so she asked Sandy who was also noncommittal. "What kind of training is it," she asked both of them. "The trainer will decide that. Better get on with your exercises," Sandy reminded Melanie. Melanie casually walked over to a blue padded mat placed on the concrete floor. The mat was a reward for concentrating on her slave positions. With finesse she lowered her naked body into a personal slave position. She sat firmly on her bare ass with legs stretched out almost straight and both hands rested lightly on her thighs palm upward. Her head was lowered in supplication. She held the position for three minutes with a good judge of the time after so much practice. She lifted her head pushing it back, thrust out her breasts and pushed back her arms to lift her sex off the floor as an offering to a master. Again she kept this awkward position for three minutes. Melanie was pleased not to have wobbled for a thigh muscle sometimes let her down. Her body was certainly more flexible under the strict training. She purposely didn't look at her friend so as to concentrate and not be distracted. She was sure Roberta was watching and hoped her friend was impressed being proud of the moves she had learnt. Roberta gawped at her friend practicing what looked like the Karma Sutra without a partner. It dawned on her these were the slave positions they had mentioned last night. These rude poses were obviously meant for a master. It was so demeaning, how could she present her sex to someone like that? Not even to a husband would she expose herself so crudely. Roberta couldn't bring herself to interrupt for it was so fascinating. The concentration it took to complete the moves was also a means of controlling her. Melanie was obeying a master even though he weren't present. Melanie was impressing upon her own mind that she was a slave through these exercises. It had become his body because he owned it and that was reinforced when she obediently exercised it according to his command. Roberta shuddered with a sudden fear of its efficiency but couldn't help admiring the symmetry of the training. Was this what it meant to be a slave? If Melanie was just an object owned by someone then of course showing off its best features made sense. It wasn't hurtful to Melanie, showing off her sex, for she was just an object like a piece of furniture. She could imagine a rich man explaining the features of a rare seventeenth century cabinet then turning to another of his possessions. He would point out to his guest the even ripple of its pussy lips as they flowered and the pertness of its breasts. 'Go ahead and tweak its nipples to see how large and hard they grow.' Roberta shivered again wondering if that momentary dream might be her fate after the training. She believed it was possible to be reduced to an object in a rich mans collection. In their luxurious well guarded mansions, stolen works of art are hidden away for their eyes alone. So now she knew some collected women as art objects. They kept them in golden cages, isolated homes, unvisited except by like minded men. Some were so well trained the slave no longer thought of escape. Melanie shuffled backward a little and lifted her bottom right off the mat. Poised over the centre of the mat she hesitated in preparation. Taking a deep breath she used her imagination to work up the enthusiasm to continue. With legs stretched out sideways there was little time left before thigh and calf muscles started to tremble and give way. If she didn't do it soon her whole body weight would drop to the mat with a thud and she had to complete this move in a smooth controlled movement. Melanie lowered herself an inch and almost gasped on feeling it. Just in time her sex had started to flower. Another second and she would have plunged out of control with her whole body weight onto the mat. The large dildo would have pierced her cruelly. With practice the descent was under control and her sex was ready for it. The tip of the black dildo nudged her lips ready to push them aside as though hungry to feast in her sex. It wanted to gobble her up but she held back. There was little strength left so it would soon have its way with her. As her thigh began to waiver she knew the black monster had won and would take her yet again. It was a pleasant little game she liked to play. A gasp was heard and she thought it was from her lips. Looking up she saw Roberta looking down at her. The expression of revulsion on her friends face took her by surprise and overrode her concentration. It was no good though, she was committed with no going back. There was no turning back from the black devil she would have to consume it or it would wreck her. For a moment she wondered if she dare sit on it, but that would be worse. Melanie had forgotten how disgraceful this looked the first time it was seen. Her friend hadn't even contemplated such a degrading act so this must be a big shock to her. Melanie dragged her thoughts back to the exercise shutting out her friend's dismay. Her muscles couldn't hold her up any longer so she would have to start now. With great strength of will and well built muscles she slowly lowered her body onto the dildo. It was fixed to the floor and stuck up through the mat. It squelched noisily into her. Of all the times to make such a disgusting noise this was the worst. Her friend stood staring at her. With legs stretched out sideways she had impaled her vagina on the large phallus. It was clear to see its full length was now stuck up her cunt. If she could have sprung up and run across to the far corner of the room to hide she would have done. However, she was impaled on this sword and could only extricate her pussy from it by careful manipulation. She didn't have the strength to pull herself up its length and it was impossible to roll backwards off the damn thing. It was fixed to the floor and was inflexible so rolling forward was out too. All she could do was hump the damn thing in front of her friend. She pushed up, an inch or two, with her hands. It was just enough to start raising her bottom off the mat using thigh muscles. Nervous in front of her friend left her pussy drying and tightening up. Lifting up its length she managed to reach as far as its head, knowing this was as far as she could go. Slowly lowering aching muscles down its length brought forth an agonizing squish of air and pussy juices. It sounded loud in the room where all that could be heard was the quiet hum of a computer. Her breathing became more rapid as she struggled upward again. Pushing with all her strength she managed to rise up its length to just under its head. It looked as though her pussy was reluctant to let go or it had swallowed something too large to spit out. Again she slid down its length. She hoped this time it would trigger the spasm she hoped for. After a random number of lifts it would spurt into her and then deflate enough for her to slide off the damn thing. Would it take her to the limit while in front of her friend? She hoped not to be riding it for much longer. At last she felt it spurt into her with a fake orgasm and fake sperm. She rolled backward for it to squish from between her lips. As it did she gave a loud pussy fart. Unable to continue with the exercises she pushed her head down to the floor covering it with both arms. Silent sobs rocked her shoulders and chest. With her friend here came the realization of how depraved she had become. Roberta couldn't move forward to comfort her she just stood trembling in shock. How could a sensible and honorable young woman like Melanie behave in such a disgusting manner? She had squatted on that dildo so casually as though she were practicing a demure yoga position. She had ridden the damn thing hard like a professional. It was the fact that her sensible friend had been trained to do this willingly, rather than the act itself, that shocked Roberta so much. If they could reduce Melanie to this state of degradation in two weeks what chance did she have to withstand their abuse? The trainer walked in and complimented Melanie for having started practicing so early. Roberta watched Melanie recover from her embarrassment, forgetting Roberta's presence altogether. Her friend's eyes shone with pathetic gratitude on receiving the compliment. The open unaffected deference the two women showed him had to work on Roberta too. He turned to Roberta and she very nearly jumped to attention. It was partly from fear of the unknown punishments he might dish out as well as a grudging respect that was growing in her. She didn't like it but had to admit he had tamed these two women and she was next. She was in no position to refuse his orders so stood still awaiting the worst. "You have no choices, none at all and have had none since stepping foot on this farm. You are a slave and will be trained to obey, do you understand? You can disobey but you will be punished for such stupidity until you learn the lesson, obedience in all things," the trainer stated. He flicked the back of her legs with a crop eliciting a hiss of anger and a look of disdain. He pushed a button on the remote control in his jeans pocket and watched her struggle against the tightening chains. As they drew together she knelt on the floor with both arms pulled up her back. The chains continued tightening about her body with a steady drone of an electric motor. Eventually her limbs were pulled into a hogtie position. Melanie Ch. 05 She gave up struggling at some point with a heavy sigh. It was no good the thin chains looked fragile but wouldn't give. All he had to do was press a little button and she was helpless. Besides that he looked strong enough to over-power her or beat her into submission. There was nowhere to run to so this would have to be endured. "You were whipped because you refused to answer a question promptly. You have been confined because you reacted with dissent, you hissed at your master," he stated. "You will learn to respond promptly to your master and to show respect at all times. Do you understand?" he asked, annunciating each word carefully. "Yes, master," she quietly uttered, as though trying out a foreign language. She sniffed. Thankfully he interpreted the sniff as resulting from a sob. She certainly sounded contrite but then how else could she react while hogtied. He picked her up in a pair of muscular arms carefully placing her on a table. He looked into her eyes. "Don't look at me, look down at your masters' feet," he shouted, at her. So unexpected was the shout she looked down at once. Leaning over her naked body he lightly flicked her back and bottom with the crop. Roberta screwed up her face from the sting, refusing to let it beat her. "What have I told you?" he asked, reverting back to the firm deep tone. "To respond quickly, show respect and to look down, master," she nervously responded. "Very good," he said. He stroked her bottom and back between the chains soothing the reddening flesh. He started to rub oil over her skin and to massage the tight muscles. The other two looked on wondering if they too might experience this privilege soon. He was standing behind her and she was lying on the table helpless, with little chance of the other two rallying round if she yelled for help. She felt the cold belt buckle nudge her sex when he leaned in massaging her back. So her sex was at the right level for him to easily take it, if he wanted her. A palm was caressing in a circular motion her cheeks. Fingers were massaging between both cheeks down to her crotch and she was trying hard to ignore every disturbing sensation. A trickle of oil escaped his light grazing touch which she felt dribble across over-sensitized lips. Was it his touch opening her up or was it her vulnerability that brought such lively vivid thoughts. Either way she was travelling past just being available, becoming inexorably drawn toward insatiable desire. All she could hear was the rush of her breathing loud in her ears. In a deep breath was pulled then out it was expelled in a long low outpouring. Giving up holding back she let out a little trembling sigh. The sound became a personal expression of being pleasurably occupied, developing into a moan of pleasure. Her head filled with delightful sensations demanding absolute attention cutting off all other awareness. Roberta grunted short guttural sounds like a pig happy to be routing in muck. Fingers were exploring her sex hunting down the inner button that would fire her rocket. A finger gently pried its way up her rectum as it opened up unafraid after all reservations were abandoned. On the table her body undulated like a snake moving fast over flat ground. The trainer held her in place with fingers in her asshole and vagina while a free hand gripped the harness. Roberta had a deep set orgasm. Inside was a voluptuous mess of sensations driving feelings, overriding the mind to drive out all rational thought. As hard and as suddenly as it hit, the storm subsided. Roberta tried to stretch only to feel and hear chains grinding. In a moment of sudden anger she cursed the man who had forcibly done this to her. It should have been with a man she loved and wanted to give her body to. He took her face in both hands and kissed her gently on the lips. She couldn't strike out or hold him tight. She became conscious of a need to hold him and to have him hold her. He had taken her body but she wanted him to know she wanted him to have it. She puckered her lips for another soft kiss. Her mouth opened to him as had her sex. She felt his tongue lock on to hers and she held him. Her tongue entwined his and it became so very meaningful in her helpless state. She focused on this point of contact as though their bodies were in an all embracing seal of approval. Tears dripped down her cheeks and he held her chin in one hand while dabbing at them with a tissue. As though a barrier had been crashed through she felt a rash desire to give everything to him. "Thank you master," she sighed. The words were a small sign of the total surrender she felt overwhelming her mind. "Thank you master," she said again. The words were repeated to test the sincerity of meaning and to roll the unfamiliar words around her tongue for the sensual feel of them. It was difficult to understand. Was this it? Had she lost her independence? Was she now a slave? Melanie Ch. 05 They searched the concourse and found a toilet with the distinctive wheelchair sign above it, against a far wall. - You're not well, she said: Act ill Sandy! He slumped against her and she caught him, dragged him, her arm round him, to the toilet. It was unoccupied. She opened the door and drew him in, shut the door behind them, locked it. Moved to the wall, bent, arms straight out: In my arse Sandy, fuck my arse. Now darling. He knelt behind her and lifted the silk dress. She wore no panties His mouth moved to her, licking wetly up the backs of her thighs. Flicked up the engorged labia, presented bulging under her arsecheeks. Flicked again, deeper this time, so he tasted her cunthoney as his tongue parted her lips. One of her arms left the wall and moved back, to pull an arsecheek aside. His pulled at the other and she was open to him, the star of her anus winking at him. His free hand slipped to her pussy as his mouth closed on her arse, tongue probing, his cock electrified at her scent. His fingers stroked her cunt as his tongue entered her anus and he felt her quiver against the cold tiled wall. His fingers and tongue worked her and her sighs told him she was climbing the wonderful slope. He stood and dropped his trousers and pants, parted her cuntlips with his fingers, and thrust hard into her. She jerked and moaned, a long-drawn sound which would have aroused a eunuch. He bent to kiss her neck and whispered: Sure you want me in your bum darling, I'm quite happy here? - Arse, man, fuck my arse. Now. His cock withdrew and pressed against her anus. Her realised her muscular control as it visibly relaxed and opened, and he pressed into her, his fingers still working her cunt. His cock slithered into her hot arse and he grunted at the tightness, fingers harder and faster on her clit now. She started moving against him, thrusting back, and he was all the way in, her arsemuscles tight around him. - Melanie, my sweet, I love you, he gasped, as she clutched him even harder. - And I you my love. Now hurry please, I need you. His hand worked harder on her pussy, three fingers in her, the ball of his thumb crushing her clit. Cock reamed her hard, and her arse thrust back on him at every withdrawal. They were both grunting and moaning now, animals in heat, nothing but release important. Then she began to shudder under him, and her muscles gripped him in a spasm of near-pain. He wrenched himself into her hard, heard her sobbing, fucked again, so intense he could barely stand it. Then as she spasmed under him, her body wracked by urgent movement, he felt himself finally rise into her release. They exploded together. He sagged onto her back, exhausted, licked her neck, twisted his head round to lick her face. She turned her head and they kissed, just the edges of their mouths together, but it was his sweetest kiss ever. She glanced at the watch on her wrist stretched in front of her and giggled, and his cock was expelled from her. - Hey, lover. I have a train to catch in five minutes, I've a two-hour check-in at the airport. She straightened, silk slipping back down her thighs. - I need to clean you up before you can go darling, bend again please, won't take a few seconds. She sighed dramatically and bent, and his mouth went to suck his spunk, oozing from her arse. - OK, that's the best I can do, he said, straightening and fastening his clothing. As she turned to face him he caught her and held her: I love you Melanie. Now and forever. However it works out. - I know. As, for better or worse, I do you. But now --glancing at her watch again -- I need to catch a train to an airport. I'll see you in three months. That's a serious promise - she patted the collar round her neck -- this says so. - Now Sandy, let's go, please? Melanie Ch. 06 Chapter 6 Escape Roberta hadn't yet recovered from the deepest and most satisfying orgasm of her life. The trainer pressed a button on the remote control tucked into a jeans pocket releasing her from the hogtie position. With the whine of an electric motor her limbs unfolded leaving her prone on the table. He put a hand on the limp form to prevent it falling off the table for the new slave was only semiconscious. The sweaty dishevelled state of the attractive young woman, spread over the table, left her looking like the leftovers after a banquet. Roberta moaned from the touch of his cool hand on her hot skin. She wanted to shout the word 'Bastard!' at him for what he had done to her. Not for giving her the most wonderful orgasm ever but because it had happened while she was tied up helpless and he had made it happen so casually. He should have been in animal lust too not taking advantage of her when helpless while he nonchalantly sent her into such an overwhelming state of sensual need. He had taken her over so very completely she had hardly known where she was or what was happening. How dare he send her into paroxysms of ecstasy in such a careless way! She had lost control before a friend, and a stranger too, leaving her feeling sullied as well as angry. Her mouth was too dry to speak otherwise she would have earned a punishment for speaking out of turn for showing her master disrespect. He let her calm down, gauging the mood by the breathing rate, which was deep and heavy. He could feel her heart beat return to almost normal through the light touch to her back. Her back was marked by the crop but its redness would disappear by tomorrow for they had been light strokes. "You have learnt something about punishment and reward, Slave," he said, emphasizing the word 'Slave'. He noticed she didn't balk at the provocative word this time as she lay without even a flicker of an attempted censure. He had given the woman more serious issues to think about. He flicked her ass with the crop to gain attention. She hardly moved. Her hands and feet drooped over the edge of the table and it was these that flickered into life first. "What have you learnt from your master, Slave," he demanded. He watched her suck in a deep breath attempting to gather spinning thoughts. "To respond quickly and show respect, master," she sighed. This wasn't perhaps the best answer but she was struggling to say anything at all. He smiled and stroked her hair. It was matted with sweat like the rest of her body, she needed a shower. Before that was allowed she would need to work hard. Roberta looked up through half open glazed eyes. Seeing her friend looking at her she concentrated on focusing. Meaning to apologise for her wanton behaviour she instead looked at her in astonishment. Turning her head to the other woman she was surprised to find the same reaction. They were both looking at her not with scorn as expected but a plain look of envy. They both wanted the attention she had received and was still getting. The trainer lifted her off the table onto a mat. He pulled her limbs into the shape desired and once she mastered it she was ordered to stand up. "Now assume the position. Hold it for three minutes. It will seem a long time having to squat in an uncomfortable position but you will get used to it," he laughed. The young woman brought out a playful side of his character and so was enjoying the training session. Melanie too looked wistfully at him wondering if she could achieve a move that might impress him. It was difficult to reconcile feeling protective for a friend and resentful of the attention she was getting. Despite what he had done to Sandy she too was feeling jealous. Despite the earlier protests the new slut was enjoying displaying herself! She had managed to spread her legs out sideways just to impress the master. Even from a glance it was possible to see how excited she had become, yet again. As for that performance on the table, it was positively vulgar. Surely she wasn't really carried away like an animal in heat from just being touched by him. Perhaps she was planning on seducing him as part of an escape plan. Well, there would be no luck there for she had tried to get him off guard with sex and it didn't work. Roberta found it hard work despite having practised yoga positions at home. These poses were unusual and he was very demanding, making sure she held the exact position. She felt a fool when it suddenly hit her what she was doing. Each of the poses was designed to flaunt her sex or strengthen muscles for a sexual encounter. Thrusting out her sex, asshole and breasts was degrading but she had to do it or suffer the devious Sirik chains pulling her body into a helpless hog-tie position. Most of the positions were demanding on muscles never before used that way. Completely naked except for the chains meant her soft private flesh was now on public show. It was daunting to find flaunting her body was turning her on. Being ordered quickly from one position to another gave no chance to reflect on the demeaning positions. The style of training was working on her. With lots of encouragement, little teasing strokes from his finger tips, biting slaps of the crop and the ever present threat of being hog-tied, she was soon trying hard to please. He held his hand out, in place of a master's penis, while she positioned her splayed legs. She moved forward slightly but was puffed from the previous exertion. "Just a little more," he said. As way of encouragement he stuck out a thumb. She realised she was meant to impale herself on it. This morning she would have spat at him for making such an awful proposal. Exhausted, needing a shower and wanting a meal, she tried harder. On the hard floor she pushed with her hands and feet lifting her hips up in a mighty effort. With eyes closed, her teeth clenched, she felt his thumb nudge her sex. Or rather Roberta had pushed her sex up to his thumb to nudge it. 'I'm expected to push my sex onto his thumb!' she cried inwardly. The dreadful thought slapped her face bringing a bright red colour to it. She knew there was nothing she could do to avoid it. Like it or not she was giving in to this awful demand. With a desperate effort, using the very last spark of energy, she thrust her hips forward pushing her sex onto his thumb. She felt his digit slide over her wet lips and enter her gaping hole. Fingers prodded her little hard bud and it felt as though her whole sex was blossoming at his touch. She rocked back but he held her in place with that intruding thumb. So well balanced was she, upside down in a crab position, her whole body swayed with the slightest movement of that invasive thumb. It was both terribly humiliating to be at the mercy of just his thumb yet at the same time devastatingly erotic. It was as though he had her suspended on the end of this digit, keeping her dangling while he made up his mind what to do with her. Twisting the thumb round rubbed her clit. She felt the palm of his hand cup her crotch and knew this was a symbol, that he had her in the palm of his hand. He could do anything he liked with her! As his captured Slave Heart she would fervently obey. A sweet heart was an innocent girl, but a Slave Heart was anything but innocent; rather it was earthy, it was sensuous and intoxicatingly carnal. She felt him push a little finger into her asshole and whimpered. Roberta was a strong willed woman who would never let anyone probe her there. He was demonstrating a strong power over her, letting her know he could use her anywhere and anyhow. He had her wrapped around his little finger and waggled it inside her virgin ass. When he pulled his hands away from her crotch she collapsed back onto the ground. "Come on, up you come, one more time, one last effort," he told her. This time he slipped a bench beneath her torso to rest on. Her feet were flat on the floor with both arms dangling beside it. She had at least learnt not to close her legs and kept them wide open. It gave her crotch a chance to cool down too. "Open wide slave," he told her. He watched her mouth open, unaware of why or even that she was doing it. He slid his cock between a pair of strong sensuous lips. Her eyes flickered open showing the whites in a state of surprise. She shouldn't have been startled for hadn't he just fucked her mind, pussy and ass. Admittedly he hadn't used those holes extensively but the last hole was inevitable. Her luscious pouty lips were an obvious target that any man could imagine using. He was getting to use them, though only briefly for there were more pressing requirements to train her for. Still in a state of need she sucked on it like a pacifier drawing the head into her mouth. He felt the powerful suction and almost gave in to the enticing thought of an orgasm. He shoved deep into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She choked and the vibration hummed tantalisingly over his hard penis. He withdrew until the head was in the grip of her lips. Again he plunged in. Despite the rough treatment she tried to accommodate him. This test of her resolve showed how easily and thoroughly she had succumbed to the training. The trainer had guessed correctly over which buttons to press and how deeply to press them. Caresses with occasional whipping brought her to a state of need that made her susceptible to his demands. The stimulation from pain needed to be sparing for this one. Her friend Melanie was the other way round. He looked at the two women looking on with longing looks. It was very satisfying to realise they too needed his cock. They gasped in unison as his penis pushed at her throat. They whimpered in harmony with this slave as she made pathetic little sounds seeming to arise from deep within her body. It sounded as though his cock was nudging some kind of squeaky toy in her belly. The three women were moaning and groaning together. With gentler pushes his penis went deeper down her throat as she learnt to take it. It was often this way. Once resistance had been broken the slave quickly learnt to obey and became eager to learn new tricks. Roberta had run to the shower and quickly returned where she found the trainer working her friend into a state of passion. Melanie was looking so eager to please Roberta felt sorry for her despite her own dismal performance only minutes earlier. "Assume the position," the trainer told her. Roberta immediately sank to the floor to spread her legs with hands on knees thrusting out her breasts. The pride she felt in achieving this position shook her for a moment but she calmed herself with the thought they were going to escape. She could see Melanie enjoyed being humiliated but she never would. It was the heightened sexual sensual arousal that had brought her to heel. She knew it but couldn't seem to do anything about it. As much as she loathed it she needed to find out what else he could do to her. Sandy tried to concentrate on the computer but the other two slaves were in such a lather of sexual arousal it was affecting her. For the first time in ages she wanted to play with herself. He too was excited which brought together the final part of the escape plan. He had kept her back from the auction for a few months trying to give her time to recover thinking she had been over trained. She was less saleable as a completely broken woman but that was all and act. In just a week there was an auction and he had the audacity to get her to enter the three of them into it. Not only did he expect her to complete the details on the computer but expected the other two to be fully trained slaves. The usual female measurements entered onto the forms were one thing but the intimate details were humiliating. The capacity of pussy, assholes and mouths and what they could do with them were blatantly spelled out. The slave personality, what they had been trained to be, were crushing. It was true she had been subsumed into becoming a sex doll and her body modified to resemble a Barbie doll which made it all the more shameful. Sandy remembered losing the bank so much money it made her submit to punishment by the chairman rather than face imprisonment. At first she thought he would let her go after submitting to his whims but as the weeks progressed realised it was more than she bargained for. In a surprisingly short time she was accepting a new life as his slave. It frightened her but instead of fighting it she formed a protective personality letting him dominate her. One day she awoke after surgery in a private clinic having undergone surgery. It was obvious her breasts had been enlarged but the subtle changes to her body left her feeling all the more like his sex doll. Her voice had changed pitch so she squeaked like a dumb blonde and her asshole enlarged. Instead of being returned to him she had been sent here for training. Too weak to resist she gave in to become a Barbie sex doll. The boss wanted her to remember the powerful position she held, wanting her to suffer every day the indignity of being his sex doll. When the training seemed to have gone too far, leaving her accepting it, he no longer wanted her and told the trainer to sell her on. She shuddered at the thought of being re-designed as a sex object trained to please men and squirmed on the seat. She had been a major player in the commodities market and was now facing life as a living sex doll. She was going to be auctioned off to the highest bidder until he too became bored with a compliant blonde bimbo, only to be sold on again and again for the rest of her life. Sandy shook her head. This was not going to happen! She looked at the trainer playing with the new toys knowing he had his weaknesses too and she had recovered enough to take advantage of them. *** "How did you know it's my birthday?" Joe asked, then realised she had complete access to the damn computer. "Well it's a complete surprise, thank you Sandy," he smiled. In one go he blew out the candles and the three girls sang happy birthday. Sandy chirruped like a chipmunk as usual flapping around organising the other two slaves. "No master," she exclaimed and immediately put her and to her lips, "Oh! Sorry master, did I really say that naughty word to you," she apologised with wide open innocent eyes. "We are supposed to undress you, it's a part of your birthday treat!" she cajoled him, still able to seem coy and girlish. The three slaves laughed and giggled while removing the t-shirt, stealing touches of his tanned muscular body. They cooed approval on removing his pants commenting on the wonderful penis they revealed. "I'm first because I was here first and it was my idea," Sandy told the other two. They squabbled over him in good spirits until he clapped is hands for their attention. "This is supposed to be my treat, so be good girls and get on with it," he laughed. They had him on the floor of the training room on a soft mat. Sandy massaged his shoulders licking his neck and face like a pet puppy. Melanie massaged his chest and stomach while licking his nipples. Roberta was meant to be massaging his legs but took a hold of his balls to practice another art she had been taught. Her mouth opened up to suck his cock into her mouth and couldn't wait to deep throat him. She dived on him consuming all eight inches of cock, unhesitatingly pumping up and down its length, taking a lung full of air around its head on each upward stroke. Sandy watched him carefully. He was nearly there and at his most vulnerable. Massaging both hands she stretched his arms a little further slipping both hands into a restraint. Melanie, right on cue slipped a loop over an ankle then struggled to get the other tethered too. "Hey! Stop that, what shit are you playing at! Fuck! Let me go right now!" Joe demanded. "No!" Sandy said with force right into his face. Despite the incongruously squeaky voice the unexpected power in it stopped him struggling. "You can stop now Roberta," she said. "Roberta!" She continued slurping on his cock, sucking every last drop from his balls then licked him clean like the well trained slave she was. Sandy had picked Melanie to help tie him up and had been right to. Roberta was all talk. She seemed the least affected, especially next to her submissive friend Melanie, yet after all the protestation she submitted the most. Sandy clicked her tongue in exasperation and ignored her. "Listen to me! You are in serious trouble and we don't have much time," Sandy was pleased to see he was taking her seriously. "Over the internet I've alerted the FBI to those slave traders where suck girl here came from. I hacked that bastard Finder guy's computer and passed it on to the Feds. It won't take them long to find your name and locate this place. I can get you out of this, if you do as I say. Is it a deal?" she spoke clearly and forcibly. He didn't look scared but thankfully was taking it all in and believed her. The shadows of thoughts worked across his face as he tried to figure out what the deal might be. "Do I have a choice?" "Yes! Either you come with us or we leave you here for the FBI to collect. I've arranged for a plane to pick us up, not your friend but someone else. I just need your promise to do as you're told and we'll set you free. You can come with us or ride off into the sunset, that's another choice you'll have to make," she stated plainly. "What about this place? I've sunk a lot of money into it, it's my retirement plan. I've got money in the bank but not enough to live on for long," he mused. Sandy mentioned a figure. He laughed. "It's not that much!" She cut him off. "That's your share if you walk with us out of here, or should I say fly. What do you think I've been doing spending all that time on your computer? I re-mortgaged the farm and invested it. I've made enough for each of us to retire on, if you're careful," she smiled. "How do you know you can trust me?" he asked with a serious frown creasing his brow. "I know where the money is!" she laughed. The initial tension had lifted now he seemed to be falling into line. "Get me some clean underwear and I'm with you, Sandy. Or, should I call you, Mistress," he said, shaking his head in wonder at such a dramatic change in her. "Better stop her or she'll wear it away," he added, nodding at Roberta. Melanie Ch. 1: Oriental Night The women in the multicolored and glittering oriental dresses were clapping their hands – applauding to their teacher Soraya, as well as to each other and themselves. It was the last evening of the belly dancing course we had been attending for the last 6 months and we all were exited about the progress we had made. A little sad about this being the last evening, I glanced over to Melanie. We had become very close friends during the last weeks, and with each lesson that had made our bodies more flexible and sensual we had shared more secrets and dreams. By now we were the best of friends and I knew I would be missing those evenings. We all had decided to meet again after the summer break to continue the lessons though – and so the general atmosphere was not one of farewells but rather of "till next time." While Soraya once again displayed her skillful dancing to the exotic flutes and strings from the tape to show what we should be expecting from the next course, I couldn't help looking at my friend again... Melanie looked just lovely in the gold and copper colored scarves and layers of veils. Her slim body was firm and well toned, and you could see she was a dancer as she, while watching Soraya, softly swayed her hips with the tantalizing rhythms that filled the room. Her shiny brown hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes seemed to constantly have a mischievous sparkle that underlined her warm and caring personality. I was ripped out of my musing when everyone applauded and then Soraya announced that, as she had already told us the last time, she had a surprise for us all... she had organized a oriental evening with her family and friends in her husband's restaurant (it was in a back room there, where we had taken our lessons) and we all were invited to show our newly acquired skills before an audience if we wanted – or just have some food and fun if we preferred. With a lot of cheering we gathered our street cloths, and remaining dressed in the fancy and mostly hand made costumes we walked over to the restaurant... to just find ourselves facing the empty guest room. Now – that for sure was not the party we had been expecting. With puzzled looks and a few nervous giggles we were staring at each other, when a clap of hands drew our attention... with a secretive smile Soraya motioned us towards the back door. The next thing that could be heard were the surprised gasps of those stepping through the door. As Melanie and I walked out, we too just couldn't refrain from taking a deep breath. Before us unfolded a fairy tale display from 1001 Nights. The garden was decorated with multicolored tents and everywhere were small tables set with flowers and candles. The scenery was bathed in the hues of the magnificent sun set – and from the people already sitting, walking and talking in the garden there were the sounds of conversations and laughter in the sweet evening air. Immediately I was in what I call a "Champagne mood," almost bubbling over with the sheer pure joy of living, and I could tell Mel was too, by the way she smiled at me. It was quite a while later – and the sunset had made room for a velvety night sky with the stars like shining diamonds pinned to it. Melanie and I were enjoying ourselves tremendously... we were dancing like whirlwinds – she in her copper and golden dress an incarnation of fire and earth, whereas my blue and silver tones were more like waves of water and air washing around my body – we were captives of the exotic music and of the warm night air caressing our bare shoulders and bellies... and too soon the end of the marvelous evening was approaching as due to the neighbors living so close Soraya had to put an early end to the celebration. With a lot of hugging and kissing we all said good-bye and giggling and chatting Melanie and I called a cab to take us to my little house in the suburb area. Since it was quite a drive for Melanie who lived out of town and it had been announced that there would be some kind of celebrating we had agreed on Melanie staying with me over night. We were both in a silly and lighthearted – and somewhat dizzy – state of mind. The evening had been perfect and neither of us felt any desire to go to bed yet, so we decided to open a bottle of wine and chat a little, knowing it probably would be a while before we would be having a chance to one of those intimate talks. The little gem stones and shining decorations on our dresses sparkled in the soft light of the candles I had lit on the small table, and Melanie to me looked like a fairy out of another world – I thought that must have been the way the sultan had looked at Sheherazade in the spicy desert nights under a yellow moon. I put in one of the tapes that we had bought during the course and soon we were both drifting off into our dream world again, bare feet dancing in the grass, carried on the soft chimes of little bells and cymbals... daring to use the most sensual and erotic steps and movements we had learned, while our veils were flame and water, earth and air once again. It was only a little later that I noticed the shadow behind the blinds on the first floor of the neighboring house. From all I knew that was one of the bedrooms of the house that was inhabited by three male students. Obviously one of them had been drawn to the window by our music and laughter... I didn't pay any more attention for the moment - too much was I absorbed by watching Melanie dance as I paused for a moment to take another sip from my wine. It struck me that I had never seen another woman that desirable and sexy, that sensual... and never before had it occurred to me to see more in my friend than just that... but watching her slim firm body sway in the moonlight I could feel plain sexual desire build inside me. Just to draw my eyes from her – too stunned and slightly embarrassed about the feelings I was experiencing - I let my eyes wander to the shadow behind the blinds again, to see if he was still there watching us. And yes – he was... and Melanie's dancing must have had the same impact on him than it had had on me obviously. He had opened the blinds to better see us – and I doubt he was aware that we in return could see his lighter body against the dark background of the room. I couldn't resist and danced close to Melanie, almost feeling sorry to drag her out of the trance she was almost in... but that was too good to not share with her. I bent close to her ear and whispered that we had some audience from next doors. As I had expected, she replied with a chuckle and shot a quick glance over to the watcher in the dark, just to turn back to me and tell me she wasn't sure, but was it possible he was naked and touching himself??. Being that close to her plus the drinks I had had plus this last remark – combined with Melanie's perfume and the atmosphere I couldn't resist to whisper into her ear "How about we give him something to... work... on?" I was glad it was dark and my intense blushing couldn't be seen – I just couldn't believe myself having made such a bold suggestion. But an even bigger surprise was the whispered response of Melanie – almost an excited moan against my burning cheek "ohhh yesss – that sounds like a fun idea." That was all the encouragement I needed – I never had been with a woman before – but it felt the most natural thing to pull her into my arms and gently kiss her cheek and the soft tender spot behind her ear while whispering "Let's get him sweating then, my sweet." We embraced and as if we were just doing it for the sake of the dance and the hidden lurker I lifted Melanie's hands over her head and traced down the insides of her arms with my fingertips while she most seductively was rotating and swaying her hips... I slowly made my way to her back... shooting a glance to the window above to now be sure the young man in the half shadows was in an obvious state of arousal as a stray beam of moonlight so conveniently fell on his erection. I gently started to kiss Melanie's neck and my hands started to caress her body... the curves of her hips, then up and further up till I could feel her almost wiggle her breasts into my hands. I couldn't resist and unhooked her top that closed in the front to bare her breasts. With a soft moan she shook it off her shoulders, while never ceasing to move and dance. I could not resist and wrapped my arms around her from behind. We both had turned around a little, so that we could watch the young man in the open window. I was wondering how long it would take him to figure out that we knew he was there while I started to caress Melanie's nude breasts now, gently rolling her hard nipples between my fingers while whispering sweet little nonsense into her ear, kissing her neck now and then. We could tell that our little show had the desired effect on our "guest." His hand, at first only idly playing with his cock, now was closed tight around his shaft, moving in a still slow but steady rhythm up and down along his quite impressive tool. This in return was quite a turn on for us again... and I could feel Melanie rub her butt against me when I slowly allowed one hand to leave her breast and trace down to her navel... and further down over her veils to her thighs. I was not sure if it only was my imagination when I heard a moan – unable to tell weather it was Melanie or the young man in the shadows. Melanie was leaning her wonderful body against mine and bent back her head... I could not resist, even had I wanted, and my lips locked on hers... at first a little hesitant exploring each other, but soon our tongues were meeting in a most passionate kiss. I felt a flood of hot moisture shoot into my tingling pussy as I felt Melanie's tongue lick my lips while her butt rubbed against me. My hand slid between the layers of the thin soft fabric that was wrapped around Melanie's waist and I could feel the heat radiating from her sensual body. We both looked up to the young man – and he was pumping his cock in an increasing frenzy now. Melanie and I, we both were needing the excuse of him watching I guess to make ourselves have the excuse of still putting on a show to tease him – although we both knew deep inside that it was our own desires for each other that drove us by now... I think we were not yet willing to admit it... Melanie gasped when my venturing hands outlined her panties that were quite moist in the crotch, and I froze, wondering if I had gone too far. But I immediately was taught different as she started to rub herself against my hesitating hand. That moment I realized I wanted this for myself and not for anyone watching... and I was determined to seduce Melanie should she have any doubts about it. I softly whispered into her ear "Come over to the deck chair, darling, please... " and I gently shoved and pulled her with me as not to give her any choice or time for consideration. Before I let her sit down I reached under her skirts and pulled down her panties. She sat back and I handed her the wine. We both took a sip – deeply looking into each others eyes – reading there that the attraction and desire were mutual. I bent down to once again passionately kiss her after I had placed my glass on the table again, tasting the wine on her lips, before I then ventured down over her body and after a moment of sucking and licking her erect and hard nipples I dropped to my knees between her legs. I never before had given a close look to another woman's most intimate parts, less touched another woman, but now I wanted to feel her – smell her - taste her... I could feel my own panties soaking with the desire and lust that was building within me. I slowly pushed up her skirts and the layers of veils until they were piled and wrapped around her waist, while my licking tongue and kissing lips followed my hands up the inside of her thighs. I was sure I could now hear some moaning from behind me, and Melanie whispered that our hidden guest sure was about to cum any moment. She started to tease me by describing how he was pumping his cock, the moonlight reflecting in the drops of precum on the head of it. I did not care weather she was telling the truth or not... it did the trick for me anyway and with a sigh I finally centered my attention to her pussy. My tongue licked along the velvety folds, slow long strokes, then circled around her clit before giving it a few soft flicks with my tongue. Just relying on what I would like to be done to me, I continued my attention on her, enjoying the sweet taste of her juices, while she, between tiny little moans and sighs, kept me updated on the young stud who in her opinion was now ready to shoot his load. The moment I carefully let one finger part her pussy lips and slid it into her moist cave she reached out with the hand that wasn't holding the glass and pulled my head into her crotch while arching her back and pressing her clit against my probing tongue and sucking mouth. Her muffled "He is cuming" accompanied by her own body freezing for a heartbeat and then shivering in a wave of her orgasm was almost enough to make me climax too. We just lay there for a moment – panting – her hand idly stroking my hair while I was kissing her inner thigh, my cheek resting on her hot and moist pussy. "He's gone" she said. "Do you think he knew we were watching him watching us?" I asked. Melanie giggled. A cool breeze brushed over our heated bodies and we both shivered. I got up on my knees and reached down to Melanie, giving her a hand by pulling her out of the low deck chair. "Let's go inside darling – I wouldn't want you to catch a cold" I whispered, before this time kissing her softly, gently... and holding hands we gathered our stuff and blew out the candles before leaving the enchanted night to other lovers and dreamers... Melanie Ch. 2: Dawning Sensation Melanie and I were entering the house hand in hand, leaving the garden and the now chilling night air behind us. I was still surprised about what just had happened outside ... the enchanted evening, the lurker in the dark, the exotic music – Melanie dancing in the moon light, barefoot in the grass with her veils like a flame in a magic lamp ... and I had dared to rub it and free the captured spirit inside. The memory of Melanie giving in to my seduction made me shiver and involuntarily I clasped my fingers tighter around her hand. I turned my head when I felt her respond to the increasing pressure by stroking the back of my hand with her thumb, and was rewarded with a happy, almost mystified smile on her lovely features. I was wondering for a moment if she had really realized what had happened, if she was fully aware that I had taken the deep friendship between us to another level by seducing her, and I was a little afraid if she would still feel good about it after waking up the next morning, looking back at the past night's events in the light of the day. We slowly made our way up the narrow stair case to the bedrooms on the first floor, and with delight I realized that Melanie was not stopping at the door of the guestroom she had occupied on similar occasions before, but followed me to my own bedroom. We didn't bother to turn on the lights, the stray beams of moonlight sneaking through the only partially closed shutters were all the illumination we wanted. In the darkness I could hear Melanie breath and I could not resist the urge to pull her closer again. She did not resist and a moment later our lips were locked in a sensual, gentle yet passionate kiss. It was different from all the kisses I had exchanged with men before – there was something docile in holding Melanie, her fragile frame so light in my arms, her skin so soft against mine, her curves so inviting to outline them as if begging my hands to follow the soft bend of her waist and hip. With a hoarse moan I finally broke our kiss. It had been different out there in the garden with the excuse of putting on a hot show for the masturbating lurker in the shadows – but there was no excuse for what I was feeling and wanting right now in the secluded space of my bedroom. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was throbbing with desire for the touch of Melanie's hands and mouth, but I still was not too sure how she would take it if I tried to repeat my earlier advances. I was afraid to destroy our wonderful friendship if I took things too far, and that was the last thing I wanted. So I decided to be strong and extinguish the flame of lust the vision of her wonderful body in the scarce light continuously sparked inside my groins. In silence we undressed and minutes later we lay cuddled close under the sheets, Melanie's butt gently rubbing against my tummy while my arm rested on her shoulder, my fingers playing lazily and barely noticeable with her nipples. I was wondering if the continuous sway of her hips was just the response of the dreamlike state of my darling's mind since she seemed to be almost asleep already, or if maybe my baby was a shy but most effective seductress herself. With those pleasant thoughts and hopes on my mind I too finally drifted off into dream-land, Melanie snuggled tight in my arms. I awoke – only partially – I would say. Something was definitely good. The grayish light that crept through the shutters indicated that it was still very early in the morning. With a low sigh, gratefully acknowledging that there was at least another two hours to be spent in bed before even considering getting up, I turned around and... was staring into the wide open eyes of Melanie. I returned her smile, anxious to see how she would react to finding herself awakening undressed in my bed. "Good morning, love. Mmmhhhh..." I stretched and turned towards her, my head resting in my hand propped up on the elbow, "... it still is early, can't you sleep?" I was hoping my voice would sound just nonchalantly and relaxed about the unusual situation. Melanie looked at me, searching my face for signals maybe as intense as I had been searching hers. "Oh, don't worry. I always am up early, I hardly need any more than four or five hours of sleep ... and I have slept very well in your arms." It was the cutest blush I had ever seen that now spread about her lovely face as she uttered that last phrase. Secure now that everything was alright I felt like a bottle of Champagne that someone had shaken – ready to burst from joy – and willing to overcome the fears and resentments that had stopped me the evening before. With a moan I pulled Melanie into my arms and passionately kissed her. This time I knew her body was responding to my attention, I knew that she wanted it just as much as I did ... but I knew too that she was shy and maybe too shy to discover herself in this and let go. But I wanted her – that much I knew even in my half-asleep mind. "How about you give me another hour of sleep .. or two ... actually darling .. you know, you could just give me a nice relaxing back rub, that always is great to fall asleep again. What do you think?" The plan was to get her to touch me under those chanced conditions – without forcing anything else on her. And she had given me those wonderful massages on previous occasion and they were just delightful. So I rolled over on my tummy and cheekily looked at her from that angle. Oh my god – that naughty smile on her face that minute was almost enough to make me grab her and force her head down between my legs immediately. Instead I closed my eyes and slightly spread my legs, awaiting what she would be doing – and she did not disappoint me. With a giggle she straddled me, and soon her hands had set up a forceful rhythm on my shoulders and back. While I was laying there, eyes closed and my pussy throbbing, I could not help those pictures of Melanie with a collar and a leash trailing from there into my hand. Melanie, kneeling at my feet and me bending down to kiss her, pulling her wonderful lips in reach by means of the collar ... my butt and hips started to develop a mind of their own it seemed upon those thoughts, since I realized that I was grinding my rear against Melanie's pubic area. When Melanie finally became bolder and started to cover my sensitive neck and back with kisses I couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan I turned around under her. Her hands now rested close, so torturing and delightfully close, to my aching erect nipples, and her face hovered about a foot above mine "Kiss me darling – please, kiss me .. " and this time my voice was not steady at all but shaking with anticipation and excitement. And as if I was watching a slow motion part of a movie I saw Melanie bend down, holding back her long hair with one hand, and then our hungry mouths met. I was feeling in heaven – this time enjoying the moment in the clarity of a new day, and the conscience that it was mutual attraction and desire that made this happen. Given new confidence by me obviously enjoying the treatment, Melanie whispered into my ear: "Close your eyes darling – and return to your dreams... let me take care of you this time." And I was more than willing to do as she had suggested when I felt her thumb and index-finger close around my one nipple and her lips around my other. It was a sweet eternity Melanie dedicated to my nipples but before too long I started to feel too horny to be satisfied with this kind of attention. I reached out buried my hand in her mane, gently forcing her to look at me as I said "Hmmm – that feel wonderful .. would you mind doing that a little further down?" And with a chuckle my sweet torturess slid further down, kissing and licking her way along my tummy till I finally with a gasp and an intense shiver of pure delight felt her lips making the first hesitant contact with the burning skin between my legs. Immediately Melanie withdrew and looked at me puzzled about my heavy reaction and insecure about what to make of it "Oh...?" "Don't spot – please darling .. it was so good that was why I shivered.... " the urgency in my voice must have convinced her since she immediately started to once again shy and hesitant kiss along the outer rim of my pussy lips. "Hmmmm ... " my moans grew louder and more and more strained, " just do whatever you think you would like to have done to you baby... oh yes .. please... don't stop ... oh darling .. Melanie ... just lick around my clit babe ... and suck ... a little harder..." I could not remember having had my pussy eaten so well, actually I never was really too much into oral sex being on the receiving end, but Melanie just pushed all the right buttons, and I soon was helplessly moaning and wiggling, my crotch attached to her nibbling mouth. And when she finally, encouraged by my moans, her wanting to please me and her own curiosity, inserted first one and then two fingers into my dripping pussy I couldn't help it any longer but exploded into a brain shattering orgasm. After a few moments of just laying and panting, waiting for the waves of this incredible climax to subside I looked down to Melanie. She had kept licking, but they were flat long slow strokes, wonderfully soothing and calming, to not abruptly deprive me of the contact – I adored her for this little considerate gesture. When our eyes met, I once again had the vision of Melanie in a collar and leash (held in my hand), this time she seemed an exquisite cat of prey, purring gently and satisfied, still licking her whiskers after she had devoured a bowl of sweet cream. After just looking at each other for several heartbeats, Melanie climbed up over my limb body and stretched out next to me. I remember hearing her ask "Did you like it? Was I any good?" and I remember a vigorous nod and "Ohh damn baby – you were ... WOW!" from my side before pulling her once more into my arms, and snuggled tightly together we slept for another hour or two ... well, at least I did, till the smell of freshly brewed coffee and fresh muffins crept into my conscious mind. Yes – I knew I was waking up to something good!