10 comments/ 84414 views/ 33 favorites The Ex's Revenge By: dogs_of_phwoar Melanie entered the cafe and glanced around the interior awkwardly. It was a Friday afternoon and she'd finished work for the weekend - normally a time of the week when she would be ready to relax. But this week, dual concerns were pressing on her mind, and there was someone she was anxious to meet. The attractive blonde searched around the cafe nervously for a moment. He was already there, waiting with a reassuringly broad grin on his face. Mike, her ex-boyfriend. She'd been more than half expecting a smug smile and a harsh word as she entered, but he appeared warm and friendly. It put her at her ease. They greeted with the slight awkwardness of parted lovers, but he seemed genuinely pleased to see her. She hoped he was here because he wanted to help, and not just to gloat over her predicament. Perhaps asking for his assistance had been a good idea after all. She was glad they'd decided to meet in an uptown place, away from the centre of the Big Easy: it could have been almost any cafe in the southern States. "So, have you thought about what I said on the phone?" Melanie asked with barely disguised seriousness. Her light southern accent contrasted with the thicker drawl of a lot of the town's residents, being more at home in Florida than in this locality. Mike regarded her closely. Melanie was dressed down, in what he took as a deliberate attempt not to stir up old desires. Long blue jeans and a shapeless black t-shirt; little to no make-up. She was still the prettiest girl in the cafe, a natural beauty who seemed younger than her 30 years - a fact which, on most days since their breakup, would have caused him some angst. However, today this was not the case: she had approached him, effectively putting him in the driving seat during this meeting. And she was asking a pretty big favour. "I'll only need to borrow the money for a couple of months," she coaxed in her clear, gentle voice. "It's just to get me over the jump of taking on this extra rent, really. You know, my new place is fantastic, but the initial outlay..." "Of course Melanie, I totally understand." Mike was quick to reassure her. He wanted her to feel comfortable with him. "And I think I might be able to help you with this." Hope flickered across Melanie's face, mixed with relief - an emotion Mike was quick to quash. "It's just..." "Oh. What?" Now Melanie was disappointed, thinking she'd asked too much from her ex. But Mike still seemed so keen to help. She was in such a conflict of emotions, and the issue was so big for her, that she was a long way from realising he was playing her along. Mike enjoyed watching the changing emotions on her soft face. The hope and concern in her clear blue eyes, the nervous way she played with her soft, light-blonde hair, was quite arousing in itself. She needed his help, for something so important to her, and it was awkward that she had to ask him. He could read her like a book. It was time to put her in her place. "Well I want to help you, of course I do... But you've hardly been in touch, and now suddenly here you are hitting me up for money." Melanie's face fell as the words hit home. She knew Mike had a point. She'd been so busy with her new friends, changing her lifestyle, finding a new man to date, that she'd let things slide with Mike. And it had been she who had said they should remain friends. Her eyes fell to the table between them, failing to pick up the giveaway smirk on his face. He'd known he could handle her like this. Melanie took a breath and started: "If..." but Mike held up a hand to silence her. "Thing is Mel," he began. Even just shortening her name was establishing his authority here: he knew she hated the abbreviation, but wouldn't argue today. "I want to be friends with you, but I don't want to feel like you're just breezing back into my life, and then taking off with my money. Of course I want to help, but we should get closer again first." Melanie almost panicked. "But... Mike, I need that money early next week! Of course we should be close again, but can't you just trust me on that? We could meet up next weekend, after I get my flat..." "Why not this weekend? How about right now?" "Oh!" Melanie stopped dead. "Mike," she began slowly. "You're not trying..." He was ready for that question. His laugh was loud and genuine. "No, Melanie, I'm not trying to get back with you, and I won't try and jump your bones. Promise." He smiled, openly. He really meant this. Once more, her emotions were an open book. Her soft features, which had been so tense, visibly relaxed as she breathed a sigh of relief. "I just think we should spend some time together. Let's go out together, like we used to, but just as friends." Melanie smiled. At last, she could see a clear path to the money she needed. Mike, after all, just wanted reassurance she wasn't simply raiding his wallet! That was fair enough. And she had neglected him lately, focused on what she saw as her new and better life. "OK," she said. "That sounds like a good idea. What shall we do?" "You can come and eat at my place," he said. "I'll cook, and we can talk and catch up. Then we'll have a drink, and hit the town." "Oh sure Mike," she grinned. "What, you mean clubbing?" An air of superiority crept into her voice, exactly the emotion that had grated on him since their break-up. "Thing is Mike, I'm a bit past all that... I don't really do it any more..." Now, Mike knew, he had to keep his feelings in check. As far as she was concerned, he was happy for her in her new life, which he totally believed in. He steeled himself for the lie. "Oh I know that Mel, and I'm happy for you. But you know, the thing is..." He sighed. "I've been holed up at home so much, and it's not really good for me. I just need to start getting out for my own sake, and with someone I know well enough." He stared at her. "To help me find myself again. Won't you hang out with me this weekend? After all, I'm offering to lend you quite a sum of money, you could do me this little favour in return." Melanie sighed. "All right Mike, I take your point. I guess you've not grown out of it the way I have. Let's go out and party together, tonight, for old time's sake. It'll do you good." "Great!" Mike beamed back, his objective achieved. "I'm sure I'll feel more comfortable about this whole thing then." He looked genuinely excited as Melanie finished her coffee, a little less certain of herself, but feeling that she had pretty much got what she wanted. Melanie became more relaxed with Mike as they made their way toward his flat. One more night out with her ex-boyfriend was a small price to pay for the loan that was such an important part of her life. He left it to her to realise that she'd need an outfit for the night. They rushed around a store just before closing time, the buying of party gear suddenly becoming a game, and in their haste Mike managed to convince her to accept a skimpy outfit for this summer night out. Feeling relaxed with him and with her guard down, he even impressed her by paying for the clothes she would later wear. Melanie called her new boyfriend, cancelling their date for the night, a white lie covering the reason she was "suddenly called away" for the weekend. Back at his flat, Mike opened a bottle of wine and engaged Melanie in small talk, questioning her about life since their break-up. He tried to show interest, but her conversation was so predictable. She was seeing such great new people. Her new boyfriend was so fascinating. She had great new interests. She was no longer the girl Mike had known. So on and so on. As so often before, Mike found Melanie's professed change of direction terribly fake. She seemed to be trying to convince herself as much as him when she spoke about her new life. She kept returning to the theme of how decent, acceptable and proper her new life was. The party girl Mike had known was gone, she insisted - but she was not above accompanying Mike tonight, and she knew she would enjoy being out with him. They drank the wine as he cooked, Melanie finally slowing in her enthusiasm for herself as the bottle emptied. Over the meal they touched on Mike's life, but at the first opportunity he changed the subject onto local gossip, the music in the town, and places they used to go. Melanie began to enjoy the nostalgia. When the bottle was finished, he suggested they get ready. As Melanie disappeared into the bathroom to prepare, Mike grabbed for his phone and called the number he'd saved earlier. He spoke briefly. "Hey. It's on." He smiled. "No problem. Like a dream. Listen, let that Andy know too, will you? I think we'll need him like I said." Another pause. "Yeah, we'll be at the Razziza - just give me two hours." As they caught the downtown bus, anticipation of a night on the town slowly built. Mike kept up his act, and Melanie seemed happy enough to be his companion for the night. The wine made the journey whizz by, and in a short while they were in New Orleans proper, down by the familiar riverfront. It was a hot balmy night, and the street was full of life: the party atmosphere was everywhere in the French Quarter tonight. Mike noted how Melanie attracted attention as they walked along. She was grateful for the favour he was doing her, and she had readily accepted Mike's party clothes suggestions. Now, she was wearing a cute little party outfit for the first time she cared to remember, and memories of old times were coming back to her. She almost felt nostalgic for the girl she used to be. Mike had chosen her a pair of light blue, cut-off denim shorts, a classic cowgirl look and one which she was well able to carry off. Melanie had a round, full peach of an ass: it was big for a girl of her size, but pert - great booty, as she was often told. Watching that ass move inside the taut denim made it difficult not to stare, but Mike did his best. The shorts were cut devilishly short, leaving almost the whole of her firm, white thighs exposed. Melanie's legs were long and toned, her calves shapely and soft. The leggy blonde was getting plenty of attention from passing men as she strutted confidently alongside him, towards the venue he'd selected as their destination. Her high-heeled shoes clacked loudly as they made their way along. Inside the bar, Mike ordered them cocktails. Live music was playing, hot jazz fusion to start the evening off. Melanie seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, and made excited small-talk as they explored the venue together. She was showing a lot of flesh: the tight red top Mike had bought her was low cut, and left her midriff bare. Her cool white skin glowed in the bar's lights, while her straight blonde hair bounced around her bare shoulders as she moved. Mike noticed her attracting several lingering glances, and steered her clear of trouble for now. After another drink they hit the dancefloor. Melanie had always loved dancing, and it was easy to see that she had missed it. Mike noted that she had got nicely buzzed on the wine and cocktail: so far the night was going the way he'd hoped. After a while he dared to leave the beaming, gyrating blonde alone and went to fetch another pair of cocktails. On his way he spotted the face he'd been looking for. He recognised Sam straight away: a well-presented, tall man of African descent, probably in his late twenties. Although he'd never seen him in person, Sam seemed to spot Mike and made straight for him. "That's her, right?" Sam was straight to the point. "Blonde chick with the legs and booty?" Mike nodded, and Sam inhaled, whistling gently. "OK, well like you said, she's got the whole package. Good stuff. I brought Andy to help us out. He'll follow on after a bit." Mike beamed. He knew Melanie well, and felt sure his plan was going to work. "Just make sure you don't lose her in the crowd," he said. Sam laughed, and patted his shirt pocket. "No chance. Me and Andy have got it all worked out." The two men headed back towards Melanie together. When Mike reached the dancing blonde, she was on the verge of being approached by a couple of men. He had known he wouldn't be able to leave her alone here for long, dressed like that. But approaching with Sam seemed enough to warn them off. "Melanie," Mike began. "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, this is Sam, he lives on my block," he added the last part naturally. Sam held out his hand in greeting, and kissed Melanie's when it was offered. She giggled at the introduction, beaming at the dark-skinned young man. "Pleased to meet you Sam," she gushed. "Are you having a good night?" As Melanie and Sam got acquainted, Mike appraised her once again. The alcohol and dancing had gone to her head. Despite her frequent protestations that she was over her partying past, she was obviously having a high time. Her blonde hair danced around her smooth shoulders as she talked animatedly to Sam. Her shoulders were smooth, curved and almost entirely bare. The two thin straps of her dark red top hung flimsily off her shoulders, while the tight material itself stretched around her slim figure. Its scooping low cut showed off plenty of her soft, white skin and also the curve of her breasts; but it was cropped a few inches above her shorts, leaving bare waist on show. Mike noticed Sam glance down at her body more than once. He couldn't blame him. Melanie's pert, creamy breasts were an enticing sight, pushed up to their best effect by a black bra. It had been hard to keep his eyes off her while she was dancing. He did wonder how she had been coaxed into wearing such a skimpy outfit so easily... The lure of a man's money proving too much for the blonde's resistance, he supposed. Melanie was getting on well with the charming Sam. The sight of the black-skinned man talking to the blonde party girl was driving off the competition, as Mike had expected. He also noticed that, as he had guessed, Melanie was behaving herself with Sam. She liked him, but was not especially attracted to black guys. Sam's suit was stylish, but never likely to arouse Melanie's desires, He watched her as she laughed at some joke, knocking back more of her drink. For a moment, Mike doubted himself: was his plan really going to work? What if Melanie had really turned over a new leaf? It was too late to worry - just as he considered the thought, things swung into action. "Hey Sam! What you got here?" A tall, white man in a bandana punched Sam's arm. It surprised all of them, but Sam recovered first, turning to grin at his friend. He introduced the man to Melanie first, then Mike: this, he told them, was a friend from his work named Andy. Andy was an unkempt, rough-looking guy. He wore dirty-looking jeans, a torn sleeveless shirt, and sported perhaps two days' stubble along with a cocky grin. He immediately seemed to home in on Melanie, naturally attracted to the fun-looking blonde. Mike moved aside a little to make room: Andy was tall and wide-chested, and he stood confidently so that he took up a fair amount of space. Mike was now some distance from Melanie, and he watched her reaction carefully. Melanie began talking to Andy, who was totally focused on her. A familiar, focused look was coming over Melanie's blue eyes, as she glanced down at Andy's tattooed biceps. She seemed to hold her gaze on his muscles, and rather too long on his open shirt, before locking eyes with him once again. For his own part, Andy was here to do a job of work, but found himself entranced by Melanie's heavily made-up eyes, the black liner framing their soft blue to great effect. He could hardly fail to notice her full, red lips pouting at him as he introduced himself. Mike and Sam exchanged a glance. It was time to leave them together. "Time for a round of Sazerac," Mike offered as an excuse, as the pair melted away to leave Melanie with Andy. * Soon after they were left alone, Andy pulled a ready-rolled joint out of his shirt. "Fancy a quick toke?" Melanie hadn't smoked for months, and the idea of doing so now was thrilling. As long as she was partying, she might as well go the whole course... Anyway, it was pretty much par for the course around this part of town. "Sure, spark me up." Andy watched as Melanie inhaled the thick, pungent smoke. The relaxing high of the weed mixed with her alcoholic haze, chilling Melanie out further. She was up for the party, and all out of inhibitions now. As she passed the spliff back to Andy to finish off, she was beginning to wonder why she didn't do this more often these days. She thought it was funny how it had taken Mike to get her back in touch with this part of herself. Melanie was really loving her night out now. At first she had had her doubts, especially when Mike had chosen such a tiny outfit for her to wear; but now she was loving the atmosphere of fun and liberation from worry. Earlier she had been caught up in a little nostalgia for her old lifestyle - memories of old parties, old lovers, and times with Mike had come flooding back to her. But now she was simply enjoying the night for what it was, a great opportunity to party and meet new people. She felt like she was on a little holiday from her new life and boyfriend, just dropping in to see how things were back in the French Quarter that she had known so well. Melanie could tell Andy was into her, and she didn't see the problem with a bit of harmless flirting. She smiled as she saw him glance down at her body: she loved to be desired, and she loved the way he was just treating her as if she was just some plaything. Andy was straightforward in his conversation, and everything seemed to lead to an innuendo, or an indirectly sexual remark about her. What's more, he seemed to regard her as a bit of a wild child: sexy, but a bit out of line. While Melanie tried to take exception to that, telling him how she wasn't that kind of a girl, her laughter and her body language told quite a different story. She drank some more, and a certain look crept into Melanie's gaze as she glanced at Andy's muscular torso: a purposeful, lustful stare which crept inevitably down to his groin before returning to look meaningfully into his eyes. Her eyes were deep, blue, and lustful; Andy noticed with pleasure that she actually fluttered her lashes, which were boosted by mascara. Knowing how to treat a girl like this, he suggested a dance. She readily accepted: there was a DJ playing between bands, so they found a spot to move together. Melanie's dancing was flirtatious and sexual now. She strutted confidently and moved her long, shapely legs fluidly in her black high heels. She ground her hips readily: Andy couldn't help fixing his eyes on those tiny denim shorts as she wiggled and shook her round ass right in front of him. Her breasts quivered visibly inside the tight red top as she shimmied towards him. She seemed to be delighting in showing herself off, and her pretty face beamed with enjoyment, accentuating her well-defined cheeks. In a short space of time, Melanie had become so focused on Andy that she had forgotten all about Sam, and about Mike: the cocktails and the grass even made the importance of the loan appear diminished compared with the fun she was having. She pouted her red lips at Andy as her hair fell across her face, and she flicked it away. Andy found that a minimal amount of dancing on his part enabled him to get up close with the sexy blonde, and watch her lush figure as she moved in time with the music. She was still staring at him lustfully, and didn't seem to care what anybody might think. When a surge in the crowd pushed the two together, Andy seized his chance to lean in to kiss her, and was not disappointed: the sweet taste of alcohol and dope, mixed with a woman's arousal filled his mouth. On their second kiss, Melanie slipped her pink tongue into his mouth. The Ex's Revenge Andy knew a green light when he got one, and moved his bulky torso in on the lithe, wiggling young woman. He slipped his hand onto her bare stomach, then traced the curve of her waist down and grabbed hold of the ass that had been driving him crazy. Melanie's clear voice raised to a high pitch in fake surprise. "Hey! What are you doing, you bad boy?" She giggled as he squeezed her. "Mmm, that's nice." "Sure is, doll," Andy muttered. Melanie let out a low grunt of acceptance as Andy kissed her full-on, probing her warm, wet mouth with his tongue. Their clinch became longer, and she thrilled at Andy's rough hands as he felt up her nubile body while they kissed. Melanie had been with enough guys to recognise the hardness in Andy's jeans without needing to check. She was having an effect on him alright. She was right in the moment now, and didn't care who saw. After all, nobody here would know her new boyfriend: and as long as she was out on the town, she might as well enjoy herself. Andy's stubble was both uncomfortable, and arousing to her: he was the exact opposite of what her new life contained. She felt her heart pumping with lust, and the desire for a furtive foray back into her party-girl past. She wanted to show this guy how wild she really was. "Let's go somewhere," Andy suggested, spotting his cue perfectly. "There's a part of the bar over there that's usually pretty quiet." Melanie giggled and purred flirtatiously as she let Andy lead her to the area of the club he had indicated. Andy slid his muscular arm around Melanie's bare waist and guided her through a door into a smaller bar area, then down a further corridor, until they emerged into the open night air. There was a small courtyard which was entirely deserted: it seemed to serve no purpose, apparently a forgotten corner during an extension to an older part of the building; but now it gave Melanie and Andy the chance to be alone. The couple resumed their clinch, with Andy slipping a rough hand into Melanie's top and wrenching it down to feel her soft flesh. Her breasts spilled out of the black bra, momentarily exposed, and she sighed with delight as Andy briefly ducked to lap at her hard nipples. As she moulded her soft body against him, Melanie felt his hardness growing. She remembered before when she had met guys like Andy, who drove her crazy with their tough, casual attitude toward her. But for one reason or another, such as the presence of a boyfriend, she wasn't always in a position to act on it. With the drink and the smoke inside her, and with the feeling that she had been missing her wilder days, she knew exactly what she wanted to do for him. "Nice hard cock," she breathed. "I'll show you what a bad girl can do with that." Melanie slid down to the floor and crouched with her pretty face by Andy's bulging crotch. She wrestled quickly with his jeans, pulling them down quickly to reveal his thick, hairy thighs. She hardly paused, easing his boxer shorts over the head of the stiff member they contained. As she stared at the quivering cock just inches from her face, Melanie licked her soft red lips purposefully, then leaned forward to kiss the swollen organ. The kiss turned into a slow, length-long lick as Melanie savoured what she was doing. Andy barely moved, shifting only to make himself more comfortable by leaning back against a wall. He left the blonde to do what she wanted with him now, grinning as the tipsy, slightly stoned chick showed off her moves. Melanie stroked Andy's rough thighs, then gently cupped his balls in her slender fingers before finally parting her pouty lips and sucking the head of his cock into her mouth. She ducked her head further down his shaft, working her tongue at his tip, French-kissing the hard cock as she took it further into her soft mouth. She heard Andy grunt with pleasure and took the first involuntary movement of his hips with ease, squeaking as the tip of his cock pushed her cheek gently outwards. Melanie's blue, heavily made-up eyes glanced upwards to meet Andy's as she began first to rock her head back and forth, then to bob up and down as she sucked on Andy's now rock-hard member, still massaging his testicles with her hand. As she gained momentum he slipped out of her mouth with a resounding slurp and she giggled girlishly, noting that his cock really did have a good shape to it. She grabbed it, glistening with her saliva, and pumped it once or twice. Still squatting, she shifted her long legs on the floor to get more comfortable, her heels clattering gently, and then upon hearing Andy groan she spat on his cock and took it back into her mouth. The third time she repeated the process, Melanie rubbed him harder. Sounds of the party were still around her, and she marvelled at how they had found this oasis of calm where she could perform her lusty act for this guy who turned her on so much. It seemed too good to be true: when they'd finished, she would head back to the party as if nothing had happened. A distant part of her was ashamed of what she was doing, but she knew that she would return to her respectable life when she had her new flat. This was just a one-off. Things were turning out perfectly for her. Melanie savoured her own lewd behaviour. Her nipples, which had hardened under Andy's attentions on the dancefloor, seemed to be pulsing gently, sending little waves of pleasure through her breasts. She could feel that her pussy was moist with desire, and excitement at what she was doing. She shifted onto her bare knees now, kneeling up at full height, then went back to purposefully bobbing her head. Her straight blonde hair bounced in all directions. She was slithering her tongue around his shaft when Andy bucked and gasped aloud. With satisfaction, Melanie slipped his throbbing member out of her wet mouth. She gazed up at the muscular man and slapped his hard cock against her face, just in time for him to shoot his first jet of sticky cum onto her soft cheek. She giggled with pleasure, then gasped as she felt the second hot, sticky load erupt onto her nose and lips. God, this was what she'd needed, she thought to herself. She watched Andy writhe in pleasure as his climax swept over him. The feel of the man's spunk on her face after her slutty behaviour turned her on unbearably. Nothing had made her panties this wet for longer than she cared to remember. Suddenly there were quick, shuffling footsteps at the courtyard entrance behind her. Melanie froze, feeling horrified. There seemed to be more than one person, and they had arrived at exactly the wrong moment! Melanie turned around awkwardly, just in time to see Mike emerge fully into the courtyard, digital camera in hand. Click! He caught the surprise on her cum-spattered, guiltily upturned face perfectly. Click! A new angle caught Andy's still-hard cock an inch from her face, one last drop of cum just missing her as she struggled to work out what was happening. Whirr... Click! Click! Click! Mike had zoomed out and taken the full portrait, the leggy blonde kneeling on the floor, struggling onto her haunches, remembering too late to wrench her top up to cover her exposed breasts. Mike laughed at the scene before him. Sam laughed too, entering the scene holding a camera of his own and taking his own shot of Melanie's distressed face. Andy, too, let out a wicked guffaw. Only Melanie was not laughing. "What... What is this?" she implored. Mike grinned. "A blowjob, from what I saw. And a pretty slutty one at that." Melanie groaned. Still confused, she glanced accusingly up at Andy. "What's going on?" "Mind you," Mike continued. "Those last few shots... They're the most fun, but you should see some of the earlier ones. I especially like this." He turned the camera so that Melanie could see the viewfinder screen. It showed a shot of her on her haunches, her ass bulging in her tight shorts, her toned thighs arranged awkwardly, while Andy's cock entered her mouth at an angle and pressed out her cheek. Her blue eyes, covered in grey shadow and black liner, burned with lust. "Now I'd say a lot of guys would pay good money just to see that kind of thing, wouldn't you, Sam?" Sam nodded. "And so many good shots too. Even the ones from the dancefloor are pretty hot." Melanie was still trying to take it all in, the shock of discovery having snapped her out of her lusty mood, but she was still confused by the alcohol and weed. It was only when she heard Andy zipping himself up behind her that the awful truth dawned. "Yep," Andy answered in response to her questioning glance. "They were watching the whole while. I'm surprised you didn't see them, but then you were kind of preoccupied at the time." Melanie was furious with the situation: angry with herself, with Andy, and Sam, but most of all with Mike... Without bothering to get up, she demanded an explanation. Her lilting southern accent was infused with anger. "Why? Why did you do that? I was only having a good time, I didn't think you'd mind. It's not like we're..." Mike interrupted her. "Too right Mel," he argued. "We're not. You were a complete bitch, remember? Don't you remember how you were a complete fucking bitch to me?" She stared at him in shock. "But, I thought..." "You thought you could treat me how you liked, and I'd let you get away with it? But now it's payback time. I'm going to teach you a lesson, Mel." He continued, deliberately shortening her name to get a rise. She winced a little, but let him continue. "You can't leave your real self behind quite so easily. How do you think things will go for you when people see these? They'll know what kind of girl you really are! What if I show them to this new boyfriend of yours?" Melanie was aghast. "Oh no! You wouldn't! Please!" "And then there's this money you're after. You're still keen on that, I take it?" Melanie could feel everything she wanted slipping out of her control. Suddenly Mike seemed to hold all the cards. The money, the pictures... It was so demeaning, and conducting this conversation with Andy's cum still on her face wasn't helping. The blonde staggered to her feet, wiping herself clean with a tissue. "Of course... but Mike, I don't understand. Why don't you just tell me what you want for the money? I'll do anything you want!" The three men laughed as the ill-advised words left her lips. "I know you will," Mike answered. "You'll have to if you want this new life of yours. Money, reputation... They're yours to have, or mine to take away." Melanie sighed and admitted defeat. "Well, like I said, I'll do anything - just tell me what you want." "I want my revenge on you, bitch!" It was good to tell her at last. "Then you can have your loan, and I'll give you the pictures when you pay it back. Or if you don't like that, I'll keep the money, and start handing the pictures around your new friends." Mike was enjoying himself now. He knew he had her where he wanted her. "Or shall I put them on the internet?" Melanie couldn't take that thought, panicking again. "OK, Mike, whatever it is I'll do it! Just - Wh-what sort of revenge?" Her full lips trembled a little as she spoke, her vulnerability attracting close attention from all three of the men present. "Till you get the money - next week, wasn't it? - till then, you're mine. You do whatever I tell you." Melanie sighed with relief. It wasn't so bad. Maybe she would have to fuck Mike a few times over the weekend, and then get the money - this was an easy way out for her. But then Mike continued. "You do whatever I tell you, and you do whoever I tell you... And you do it exactly the way you're fucking well told. Or the cash stays in my account, and the pictures go webwise." Her mouth hung open. Was that better or worse? She still didn't quite get what he was after. But she could tell he meant it. This was his ultimatum. If she accepted, he was promising her everything she wanted; and if she refused, disaster! She knew Mike well enough to know he meant it. Melanie was defeated. "OK Mike," she sighed. "I guess I have no choice." The men laughed together, sharing high-fives. Mike's game was on. Melanie stared at her shoes, suddenly noticing that her long legs were gently trembling. Melanie was allowed to clean herself up in the bathroom before they left the Razziza. She reappeared meekly, having reapplied her makeup and lipstick. The three men ushered her to a waiting cab, where she sat in the back seat, awkwardly sandwiched between Sam and Andy. Mike gave directions to the driver, then turned to face his ex-girlfriend as the journey began. "We're not going far," he told her. In her tight party top and denim shorts, Melanie felt overexposed among the men: Sam wore a suit, and Andy's dirty clothes covered him for the most part. As they rounded the first bend, Sam's hand fell onto her bare thigh and gently caressed her. Even when Andy slipped an arm around her, she failed to react: she was looking vacantly at Mike, trying to work out what was on his mind. Sam was stroking her soft hair appreciatively as the journey ended. Next Melanie was guided into a hotel foyer, and after Mike collected the keys, into a lift and up several floors. The desk clerk made no remark: a pretty blonde sharing a room with three guys was normal enough this close to the French Quarter. As the entered the room, Sam took Melanie's hand and guided her to the low bed, where she sat with perched awkwardly on its edge. Andy and Mike locked the door and took seats as Sam hung up his jacket. Then he took off his white shirt, revealing a dark black, toned body. Finally he slipped off his shoes and carefully hung up his trousers. Melanie simply waited, her legs together, one hand on each thigh. Mike broke the silence. "Like I said Mel, it's payback time. You're going to be my entertainment for the weekend. And you'd better make sure you do everything you're fucking well told." Unable to argue, Melanie hesitated and then nodded in acceptance. Mike laughed. "I'm going to enjoy seeing this." He turned to Sam. "OK dude, she's all yours." Melanie's eyes darted to the black man who sat beside her. She was pouting her lips in a way that she knew made her look cute, hoping desperately that somehow this would give Sam a change of heart. Suddenly aware that he was wearing only boxer shorts, she pulled away slightly, making him laugh. "Yeah, I heard you'd never had black yet." He reached out ran a hand slowly over her thighs, savouring the soft white skin, than snaked his other arm around her waist. "That's a funny thing, with you being so pretty." His grip on her waist tightened and he leant forward to kiss her hesitant lips. As she was already pouting cutely, he found them soft and yielding, easily sucking her bottom lip between his. Melanie's heart was beating fast and loud. She was acutely aware of the two men watching every move Sam made on her. It felt awful, but there was nowhere to hide. At least now she knew what was going on. Mike wanted to watch her with this other man: this was how he wanted his revenge. She was going to be his own captive porn actress. The feeling shocked her, but to her alarm she felt a twinge of excitement. Sam was still kissing her. Melanie had heard that even prostitutes didn't kiss, it was considered too personal, too intimate; why should she have to? But she was in no position to make the rules. She realised that she had less power than a whore, who was able to set her own price, and reject punters if she wished. Melanie, on the other hand, had been coupled up with Sam, and had no say in the matter. If she wanted Mike to keep his side of the bargain, she knew she would have to go along with whatever he wanted to happen. The alcohol she'd drunk was a help to her now. She parted her lips, allowing Sam to probe her mouth with his tongue. His dark musky scent filled her mouth as his hands roved over around her soft, white body. He enjoyed her legs and thighs, her waist, her shoulders and chest. He traced his fingers around the curve of her breasts within her tight red top, probing at the softness of her cleavage, then moving down to her thighs as he kissed her neck. Melanie wriggled a little under his touch, unable to prevent herself from responding to him. As he ran his hands over her tight denim shorts, Sam grunted with pleasure. "Let's get these off you." Obediantly, Melanie took off her shoes and wriggled her tight shorts down over her thighs, then slid them slowly down over her calves and off. Sam whistled gently as he saw what was underneath. Her ass was every bit as firm as it had appeared inside the shorts: full and round, the delicate soft white skin contrasted with the black silk panties stretched around it. Sam reached over and grabbed a handful. Melanie groaned gently as he touched her, unable to deny the excitement of being manhandled. She couldn't understand why her breathing was so shallow. Her breasts rose and fell sharply as Sam reached behind her and untied her red top, then lifted it over her head. Suddenly she was wearing only her black silk bra and panties. She could see three pairs of eyes watching her closely. Her soft, straight blonde hair had fallen forward, so she brushed it back with one hand. Sam gently pulled her silk bra downwards, kissing between the intimate scoops of soft flesh as he did so. Then he played his trump card. Taking Melanie's hand, he placed it on the bulge which had formed in the front of his boxers. Her blue eyes widened. "Oh..." Sam grinned and chuckled to himself. "That's right girl. You ain't never been fucked like this before." Melanie felt him again. "But that's..." Sam interrupted. "Take my shorts down." She knew Mike was watching her, and she needed to show him she was willing to do whatever was asked of her to fulfil her side of the bargain. Whatever happened, it could not be as bad as those awful pictures getting out, and losing her new flat... She lifted the waistband of Sam's boxer shorts over the bulge, letting out a gasp of surprise as his huge, almost erect cock sprang out. Sam pulled the shorts off, letting the shocked girl get a full view of his oversized manhood. Melanie had heard about super-hung guys of course, but always imagined a long cock of average girth. Sam's was not just the longest she had ever seen, but significantly thicker than she had imagined possible. The stunned look on the blonde girl's face was priceless as she gently stroked the black member with the wide grip of her hand, trying to get used to its size. She glanced at the silently watching faces of Mike and Andy, then watched surprise with and mounting alarm as the huge black cock hardened in her fingers. "But... I can't..." Sam grinned. "You'll be surprised, girl. I just know a sexy doll like you can handle it." He reached forward and took hold of her little black silk panties, pulling them to the side. He ran his middle finger through her little patch of blonde hair, then down to the warm soft folds of skin which guarded her entrance. Melanie had moistened during her excitement in the bar, and being manhandled in the taxi and on the bed had kept her juices flowing. His finger gained easy passage down, right into her pussy and emerged glistening. He wrenched down her bra and her breasts fell free. They were not large, but perfectly proportioned and shaped to her frame. They sat up pertly, awaiting his touch. He cupped them gently at first, squeezing the hard nipples between his fingers. His hand moved down to her ass, and he grunted with approval as he groped the ample flesh he found there. Melanie wriggled under his attentions and he smacked her squirming ass, grinning broadly as he did so. The sudden sharp sound filling the room, together with her little squeal of protest. She was still stinging as he removed her bra altogether. Melanie knew what was next and reached down to remove her own silk panties. She slid them down over her long legs, following the denim shorts; now she was entirely naked, locked in a strange hotel room with three horny men. Her head spun with the situation - and quite possibly with the drink from earlier. The Ex's Revenge After groping at her breasts once more, Sam guided her further backwards onto the bed, his hand sliding down her stomach. With no choice but to comply, Melanie parted her thighs for him and let out a gentle gasp as the black-skinned fingers brushed against her aroused clitoris, then dipped again through the folds of skin and into her aroused pussy. She was wetter than before as he inched his muscular body ever closer to her shapely figure. He slid a hand behind her, holding the womanly curve of her back as he moved a little further on top of her. Melanie groaned with concern as she felt his thick tip rubbing against the wet entrance to her pussy. "You better spread your legs, girl," Sam warned. Melanie heard Mike's voice chuckle somewhere else in the room. "That's what she's good at." She lay right back and parted her thighs as Sam moved above her into the missionary position. Her long legs were splayed well wide, either side of the dark-skinned man perched on top of her as he pushed the head of his cock firmly into her tight hole. Melanie let out a soft cry. He was only just inside her, and she was already stretched wide open. "The slut's wet," Sam reported to his audience. "That's gonna help." He thrust forward at the waist, shoving another inch of himself into her. Melanie groaned with dismay as he entered her deeper. "Fuck, she's tight though." Another thrust, and Melanie's eyes widened as she let out an involuntary squeal. "You're too big! It won't go any... Eeehh!" She was cut short as Sam shoved at her again, instantly proving her wrong. His cock was halfway into her now, and Melanie had never felt so impaled. She let out a series of sharp little gasps as Sam began to gently rock back and forth, loosening her pussy's grip on him. She was pinned beneath him and barely able to move, but somehow struggled into a slightly better position. She tried to force her legs wider apart as Sam moved slowly inside her painfully stretched pussy. She managed to catch Mike's eye. "Oh God, he's too big, it hurts... Please Mike, I can't take any more of him!" Mike was relishing the sight of the hugely hung black man entering his ex-girlfriend. Her distress was exquisite. "She can handle more than that, Sam," he encouraged. "She loves cock. Force your way into the little bitch." Sam's feet reached backwards and found the floor, so that he raised his angle a little. He grinned at Melanie's flushed face as she gazed up at him, full of concern over his next move. Her hair was splayed around her head on the bed covers, her red lips parted in a wide "O" shape. With his feet on the floor for leverage, he thrust down hard into her again, grunting with the pleasure as more inches of his manhood were enveloped by her tight cunt. Melanie let out a high-pitched little scream. As Sam went back to his rocking motion, she breathed out in a long, low, quivering groan. Her pussy was stretched further than she thought possible, and Sam still wasn't using all of his cock. She'd never thought sex could be so hard on her. Sam was squeezing her soft breasts, rocking against her gently, and Melanie expected and feared another rough thrust deeper into her. She didn't know how many of those she could take, and feared she might never be the same again. She couldn't believe Mike was just watching this and letting it happen, and he even seemed to be enjoying what he saw. Surely he hadn't planned things to be all this bad for her? To her despair, Melanie found that her pussy was indeed loosening around Sam's cock yet again. Sam moved back: at last, Melanie found a moment's respite as he slid out of her slightly. But even as she let out a sigh of relief, Sam was grabbing at each of her legs, pulling them together towards his body, raising them up. He was so strong, there was nothing she could do to control the position he was forcing her into. Now only the top half of her back was in contact with the bed, her long legs raised up and in contact with the front of Sam's body. Her firm ass came into view as it left the bed and he held her up, then hung each of her soft calves over his muscular shoulders. Melanie felt herself even more exposed and vulnerable than before. "Oh, no..." Melanie groaned as she felt the position opening her pussy up further. She realised Sam knew what he was doing, and had probably developed techniques to help accommodate his size in the past. She looked up at his face, noticing his wiry dark hair and the concentration on his face. He had seemed so nice when Mike had introduced them in the bar, but now an intentionally cruel light burned behind his eyes as he regarded her soft, white, up-ended body. Held in her helpless position by the black stud, to her surprise Melanie could not prevent a thrill of anticipation running through her body at what would come next. She hated herself for it, but could not stop her moment's excitement. Mike watched with delight as Sam's thick cock thrust downwards and into Melanie's soft pussy. She gasped at the first stroke, almost controlling herself. The second followed so quickly that it caught her out of breath. She let out a helpless little squeal as he entered her deeper than before, then withdrew and roughly thrust back in again, deeper still. Mike stood up and moved around the bed to get a better view of the penetration. Sam's black rod was glistening with her juices now, and he watched it thrust roughly into her again and again, settling into a rapid rhythm. Melanie saw him watching, but no words came as she gasped helplessly: she had given up begging him now. Sam's black shaft drove deeper and deeper into her pussy, the intimate surrounding skin glistening with a thin sheen of her own sweat. Melanie arched her back to try to get comfortable as Sam fucked her. He was so deep inside her now, she could feel his tip banging against her deepest wall, his girth stretching her wide and painfully. Her sweet, soft voice was letting out a light gasp on each inward stroke. "Oh... Oh... Oh..." She was utterly trapped, unable to do anything but take the rough, unbearable fucking. "Oh... Oh... Oh..." It seemed to go on forever. Sam kept up the rhythm for dozens of well-paced strokes, and Melanie's reaction remained the same, until he grew bored and decided to give it to her harder. "Oh... Oh... OH!! OHH!! No, I can't... AHH!! AAHH!! AAAHH!!!" Sam's balls slapped against Melanie's inner thighs and he grinned as the sound added to the sexual noises filling the room. He kept up the hard rhythm for what must have been thirty more solid strokes; the slapping of skin on sweaty skin, and Melanie's shrieks, just kept on coming. Tears welled in her eyes. She couldn't take any more of this, she just couldn't! She hated the way Mike was just staring at her face, and the way he kept glancing down where she couldn't see - she felt sure he must have a straight view of her stretched pussy, the black cock entering it. How could he just watch all this? What was worse, part of her was enjoying what was being done to her. Fucked with such a huge cock... She tried to deny the thrill that surged through her body, and hoped that Mike wouldn't recognise what he was seeing. Sam paused and Melanie gasped with relief as he unhooked one leg from his shoulder, then passed it over his head. But her respite was short-lived, as he pushed her two legs together on one side of him, then simply resumed fucking her. Except this time he was using almost the whole length of his cock, the strokes slower and more deliberate. His groin thumped loudly against her ass cheeks, making a duller thumping sound on her body. He held her long, shapely legs together, scanning her curves with his eyes as he fucked the beautiful blonde beneath him. He began to grunt with her, feeling her squeezing him tight with her pussy. Her own cries had become louder gasps, punctuated with the occasional sob as she tried in vain to struggle against the stud's rough grip. Finally, Sam needed to rest. He slowed his pace, letting the strokes become longer and slower, making use of the whole of his length. He was gliding smoothly into her now, and Melanie panted with relief as he fucked her gently at last, revelling in the sensations of her used, twitching pussy. At length he stopped and slipped out of her, letting her go and allowed the exhausted, flushed young woman to collapse on the bed. After a minute's rest, Sam was ready for more. "Now it's your turn to do some work," he told her. He lay back on the bed, his erection standing tall above him. "Face me and climb on." Melanie's face was startled. "Oh, no! No, I can't!" Her sweet accent made her protests sound all the more sensual. "You better do it while you're still good and open." It was obvious what Sam meant: Melanie's opening was swollen from the rough fucking, and she had a better chance of taking him now. Well, she supposed if she was going to have to do this to keep Mike happy, now was the best time. Awkwardly, she staggered up and knelt astride him. Her hair clung to her sweaty brow in little clumps of light blonde, and her pert breasts rose and fell in short gasps. Tentatively, she moved into position above Sam's throbbing hard member. "Ah! Er... Oh! Ah!" Melanie eased herself down his shaft, gently at first; then forcing herself determinedly, her mouth opening in surprise as she felt him fill her up again. Finally she gasped as bumped down onto the base. She was in a kneeling position now. "Good girl!" Sam grinned feeling her tightness around him again. "Now fuck me till I come." Melanie was shocked. Not only did she have to take the monster cock, but she was expected to do the work too? Still, there was one good idea about this... If she made him come, she could have a rest from the whole thing. The idea of escaping from this fucking drove her along. Melanie grimaced and raised herself up, then let gravity gently force her back down. Again, but faster, she used her strong thighs to give herself a raise, then slammed herself down towards Sam's base, feeling him slide back deep into her. Her pussy was wet with her juices: at least she could move on him now. Again and again she humped the big black cock, changing angle, watching as Sam savoured her efforts. After several attempts, she started to feel him twitch, and the look on his face turn from mocking to pleasure. She knew she looked like a cheap whore, struggling to ride the black man's huge member, and she knew the watching men were loving the sight. There was just no other way out of this. Melanie's pert, round breasts bounced gently as she grunted with the effort, sliding up and slamming down, grunting and rocking on his cock as she rode him, feeling his excitement grow. Sam talked dirty to her as he neared his climax: "Yah, come on, you cheap white floosie! Fuck my cock! Ride me, you fucking whore!" She hated it, but knew she had to keep going or he'd never finish. Finally, with one last effort she slammed into his groin and felt him jerk beneath her. Sam grasped Melanie's legs as he came, shooting his load deep into her well-fucked body. Melanie let out a cry of relief as she felt him drench her innards: the sensation of that huge cock pumping its hot liquid into her couldn't fail to arouse her, and despite her elevated position she wriggled helplessly as he filled her up with his hot cum. Some of the thick liquid was already leaking out of her as she struggled off Sam's cock, finally collapsing onto the bed and panting with exhaustion. After a minute, Mike's voice broke what had almost become silence. "Good work, Sam. You sure earned your money there." He grinned back at Mike in agreement, but Melanie stirred. "Wha- what do you mean, he earned his money? What money?" Mike laughed. "Oh don't worry, this isn't your loan we're talking about... You'll still get that, so long as you keep doing exactly what I want. But studs like these guys don't come for free, you know. I hired myself a pair of gigolos, especially for you, Melanie! How do you like that?" She was confused. "But... How did you know..." "Oh, I put a lot of thought into choosing the right guys. Sam is here to give you a really hard time, of course. But as for Andy..." Mike was pleased with himself. "I don't understand! Before you took those..." She shuddered, remembering how she'd got herself into this fix. "Before the pictures... How did you know...?" "How did I know that you'd fancy Andy, and want to get off with him? And walk right into my little trap with your tarty legs wide open?" Mike grinned, and Melanie could only nod as she raised herself up on the bed. Sam moved over to sit in a chair, as Mike continued. "Easy. I've seen you in the past, eyeing up guys like Andy here. Don't think I didn't notice. All those times, all those men you undressed with your eyes when you were supposed to be with me. I know just exactly the kind of girl you are. And I knew you'd be all over him given half the chance." Melanie saw what had happened at last. The last buzz of the alcohol had gone now, and she saw all too clearly. The whole thing had been a deliberate set-up, with Andy as the bait. And she had walked right into it. Why had she been so stupid, so shallow? A few drinks and a quick smoke, and she'd been desperate to suck some stranger's cock... It was a feeling worse than what Sam had just done to her. She'd well and truly fucked herself. "And now," Mike continued, "You're stuck with being what you are. Nothing but a cheap slut. A party girl that'll screw anyone. And I think it's time you got fucked again, after all it seems that's what you want." He turned to Andy. "She's all yours, man. I'm interested to see what you do with her." Andy stood up and started to take off his shirt. Melanie sat up on the bed in alarm. "Mike, give me a break! I'll do anything you want..." She tailed off, realising the futility of her protests. Mike really had her here. He just laughed: "You'll have to. I've got the money, and the pictures too." Andy was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling off his boxers. Watching Melanie get fucked by Sam had already given him a hard-on and she had already sucked his cock, so he saw no sense waiting. "Now then babe," Andy said to her. "We have unfinished business." His tattooed arm snaked around her figure, pulling her to him by the waist. Already naked, she knew she just had to let him get on with it. Melanie let him kiss her face, then responded by opening her mouth as he fondled her breasts. Damn! Why did he have to be so good looking? Maybe Mike had a point about her taste in men... She was accepting as he French-kissed her, but being watched like this just felt so awful. Andy manhandled her and groped at her, roughly pulling her on to his thighs. The slim blonde struggled to find the position he wanted, but finally realised he was getting her to sit in his lap. Melanie could feel his hard cock pressing against the warm cushioning flesh of her ass. She knew her movements would be pleasuring him as she wriggled, but there was nothing else she could do as Andy groped at her breasts from behind. She gasped and groaned, feeling him leak onto her flesh as she struggled gently against him. As the muscular, tattooed arms closed around her, Melanie weakened and felt her legs parting as he pulled her down onto his cock. Andy grunted with satisfaction as he slid into her tight pussy in one swift motion. She was still wide open from Sam, and easy to penetrate. Andy thrust his hips upwards, meeting her downward motion and holding her against him with his hands around her waist. He held her in place and fucked her. Suddenly finding herself unable to move, Melanie groaned. "Oooww-w-w, nooo, not again..." Her face took on an alarmed expression as Andy thrust upwards into her, again and again. Her ass quivered as it was slapped on each stroke, forcing her to bounce up and down on Andy's hard cock. Her lithe body wriggled and she stared forwards, a look of mounting desperation and filling her face, as she realised she was stuck in this position. Andy's thighs slapped again and again against her ass. Her gasps were quieter than before - Andy's cock was not of the same size as Sam's - but they were empassioned. "Oh. Ow! Oh... Oh... Ow! Urgh. Oo! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Melanie's pretty face was contorted with the insistent fucking as she stared ahead helplessly, straight into the faces of Mike and Sam, who watched her bucking and writhing display with interest. Her pert breasts bounced freely, her supple body moving exquisitely. She hated the perverted way they just leered at her. "Ow! Oh. Oh! Oooh!" Her blonde hair danced around her face wildly as she juddered up and down. Melanie couldn't believe she was being screwed by another man so soon after Sam. They'd both had their hands all over her now. Her ass and tits felt especially sore, and her pussy felt unbearably used. She felt like she'd had more than enough, but knew more was to come. No matter what she thought or felt, she had to keep moving as Andy's cock pounded into her relentlessly. After several minutes, Andy grew bored of having her squirm in his lap and pushed her off him. Melanie lay panting, trying to recover, but he gave her no time. "You were a horny little cocksucker in the club," he told her. "I just know you're gonna love this." Instinctively, Melanie fluttered her eyelashes at him, suddenly feeling feminine and flirty again: she had, after all, wanted this man earlier. But not like this. He roughly pulled her hips up from the bed, and she raised herself by her arms also. She was positioning her on all fours. She gasped as she felt him hold her tightly by the waist and kneel behind her. Damn! She always liked it this way if she was up for it with a rough guy. It was like he knew her! "Spread your thighs." Andy's instruction came from behind her, but she hesitated. She would be facing Mike again if he fucked her in this position, and she didn't want that. "Spread your thighs, slut!" Andy smacked her pert ass and she squealed, immediately parting her legs as he instructed. She felt him probing for her entrance with the tip of his cock. To her annoyance, Mike leaned forward to get a closer view of her face. "Aaahh!" Melanie tried not to react as Andy entered her, but the cry escaped her lips and her face contorted sexually. A second thrust heaved him right inside her body, their groins bumping together. She bit her lower lip and tried to remain quiet to frustrate her audience, but a gentle "Uhrrnng" sound escaped her lips, obviously delighting her ex-boyfriend. "Fuck her good and hard man," he encouraged. She resisted a little at first, then quickly submitted to the new position. His thrusts forward made her gasp, her strong, nubile body quivering as he drove his cock into it. He reached forward and felt her shapely arse as he fucked her pussy, then ran his hands to her waist and grabbed a hold of the soft skin there. She could feel herself getting wet again. Once again slaps from Melanie's ass resounded around the room, her soft gasps becoming noisier, confirming that she was getting good and nailed. "Nnn! Ohh. Uh! Mmm! Ah!" With his hands on her waist, Andy picked up the pace, slamming into her harder. Melanie's face screwed up a little as she felt the change, and her gasps became groans. "Oooh, Nnnn, Gg-nnn, oh, shit, nnn-uh!" Her soft, southern accent was developing a gentle rasp as she groaned her way through the humping. "Aah. Oh! Nnn. Augh! Agh! AAUGH!" She was incredibly wet, her pussy slopping noisily in rhythm with the strokes. Part of Melanie was enjoying this. Getting laid this way, by a rough, muscle-bound, tattooed guy, was a favourite fantasy of hers. Ideally of course, it would not be for her ex-boyfriend's entertainment, and she wouldn't have been blackmailed into doing it - but still a small part of her revelled in the treatment she was getting. To her surprise, she could feel pleasure building up inside her. Once she noticed it, each stroke into her made the sensation a little more inevitable. Her breasts swung back and forth beneath her, a sensation she could not help but find erotic.