Melissa: Big City Girl?

Melissa: Big City Girl?    Part#3

(MMM/f, n/c  relec, humil, spank)

By: Jake Olive

Authors note: This is a continuation of part #2. The story and characters are entirely fictional. This is my first attempt at this type of work. Please provide any feedback to:  jkolive47@gmail.com

Melissa reached her car. Once she was safe within her vehicle she dropped the emotional defense that she had built up inside the bathroom. Melissa was overrun by all the emotions she had suppressed during the evening. Being naked and spanked in front of all the men had been difficult but tremendously exciting for her. Melissa had  been openly and obviously turned on by her own humiliation and that had made her feel like a cheap slut. A little piece of Melissa was disappointed when Dave stepped in and stopped Mike from fondling her. “What the fuck was that?” thought Melissa. She was disappointed at her behavior but she had never before been so sexually alive.

“How could I ever face Mike again?” As she drove up interstate 35 her mind was busily trying to understand everything that had happened and she was trying to figure a way out of her situation. Melissa knew that Mike saw the state of arousal she was in. “What if he told Paul? What if the older guy wouldn’t have stopped it? Would I have fucked those guys?” Melissa recoiled at her momentary lack of judgment. “What am I a fucking slut? What the hell is wrong with me?” Melissa continued the struggle in her head. She needed a plan, she knew she needed to stop her rehabilitation and get her little ass to New York.

Melissa parked the car and walked determinedly to her front door. She knew that Paul‘s flight didn‘t land for another hour and she needed to do some thinking. She went in the house, walked to the sofa,  pulled off the mustard colored outfit and then threw it at the stairs. Wearing only her baby blue bra and panties, she laid down on the floor and brought herself to the first of two very powerful orgasms.

Finished, Melissa Stanford went up stairs and put some clothes on, poured herself a glass of wine and went out on the back deck to think things over.

By the time Paul arrived home Melissa was long asleep. Paul had called Mike from the airport to see how Melissa was doing and to see how the poker game was coming along. He was surprised to hear that that Melissa had already gone home. Mike told Paul that she had done a great job but didn’t provide any significant details about the party or the spanking. Paul told Mike that he wanted to give Melissa a break tomorrow. It had been a late night and he told Mike that Melissa would resume her spanking on Sunday. Mike agreed to be there Sunday morning.

Paul was relieved to know that the party had gone well. Paul had agreed to Mike’s request but he had  some reservations about allowing his wife to attend the poker party. Paul had seen many positive changes in Melissa’s attitude and she had shown him a real commitment to both him and the marriage. While he was away, Paul had been giving serious consideration to ending Melissa’s rehabilitation period for good. The problem was, Paul was a proud man and he had difficulty admitting he had gone too far. It was hard for him to admit that he had made a mistake.

Mike Hayward silently cleaned up the mess from the poker party. He knew he was fortunate to be able to be able to spank little Melissa, but he wanted so much more from her. He had spent most of the last hour with his fingers wandering near his nose. He could still smell the sweet juice from Melissa’s pussy on his fingers and he wanted to inhale every fume of it until it was gone. He knew he would not be able to touch Melissa in that way with Paul in the room and he needed a plan to better explore the little girl’s sweet sexuality.

Mike’s problem was that he was not smart enough to understand that it was Melissa’s shame that had brought on her arousal nor was he bright enough to put together a plan to humiliate her again. Mike had an open opportunity to humiliate Melissa and take everything from her that he wanted but he wasn’t able to identify it. As Mike stood by the dirty dishes smelling his own fingers it was pretty clear why he had spent so many years alone with his cock. Mike didn’t understand woman very well.

Melissa woke up Saturday morning with the familiar knot in her stomach but also a new itch in her pussy. As she began to get herself out of bed, Paul told her that he had called Mike and told him to take the day off. Melissa sat on the edge of the bed now temporarily free of the knot in her stomach. She thought for a moment about being so completely humiliated in front of the men on the previous night. She thought about Mike touching her pussy while all of them had watched her, then she got back in bed and fucked her husband.

Paul was happy with all the progress she was making.

Later that Saturday morning, Melissa stopped by the grocery store. She waited until she saw Mike working in the produce department and then she shyly approached him. “hey little girl” the big man smiled.

“Hi” Melissa said not able to hold eye contact with him, can I ask you a favor?”

“Darling, you can ask me anything” Mike said as he trimmed a husk of celery.

“Is there anyway you can bring a couple of those guys from the poker game over with you tomorrow, in the morning? Except not Dave, the other guys?”

“I think I might be able to work that out” Mike said a little confused.

“thanks” Melissa said as she quickly vacated the store.

After his unexpectedly good morning, Paul had decided to take Melissa out on Saturday night. Melissa wore her little black dress and delighted Paul with her beauty, her wit and her charm. They had a few drinks, they had dinner and they enjoyed spending time together. Paul talked openly of their new apartment and all the things that they needed to do before they left for New York. Melissa could tell that Paul’s feelings had changed . She knew he wanted her with him as he began his new adventure in New York City.

Her nimble little mind remained busily at work.

After dinner and a great evening at Power and Light District they got into the car for the short ride home. After a few moments Melissa said to Paul, “you know I am reading those books you asked me to read.”

Paul looked at her and said, “Good, but I guess it’s really not that important.”

As Melissa sat in her heated leather seat she could still feel the sting of her last spanking in her well muscled behind, she stared out the window and she never said another word the whole way home.

Paul and Melissa arrived home at about 11:00, they went upstairs and prepared for bed. Paul took his second shower of the evening but by the time he came to bed Melissa was asleep.

The alarm went off early Sunday as it did every morning. As Paul slowly came to consciousness he noticed that Melissa was already out of bed. He reached for the alarm and turned it off. Paul walked to the bathroom and could hear the shower running. Knowing that Mike would be at the house in thirty minutes, Paul got dressed and went down stairs to make some coffee. Paul made the coffee, checked his blackberry and sat down at the kitchen table. He waited for the big man to show up, he knew he would.

He sat there and thought about the spanking. He thought about seeing Melissa naked with Mike again and he wanted it to stop. He thought of swallowing his pride and just admitting to Melissa that he had been wrong. He thought of meeting Mike on the street and just telling him it was all over.

Paul was a proud man with a problem and the problem was no longer Melissa, the problem was Paul. No, he thought at long last “I have made a commitment here, it is Sunday morning and she will be spanked.”

Three minutes later the doorbell rang. Paul walked past the closed living room blinds to meet the grocery man. To Paul’s surprise, Mike had three men with him.

“Mike, what the hell is this?” Paul said clearly irritated.

“You told me I could bring a couple of friends,” the dull man said as he and the men moved inside.

“well yes, but I think that….”

Before Paul could finish, Melissa was at the top of the stairs.

Paul, Mike and the men all watched Melissa Stanford make the entrance she had so carefully planned.

Melissa was cleaned up, she had her make up on and her freshly washed hair perfectly framed her beautiful face. Melissa Stanford descended the stairs looking like the confident young beauty she truly was. She was wearing low rise jeans, a tight fitting purple top complete with a push up bra that made her firm boobs look just a little bit bigger. It was Paul’s favorite outfit and naturally; she knew it.

As Melissa Stanford made her way down the stairs, she looked every bit like a woman who had figured out how to have her cake and eat it too. Melissa was about to reclaim her sexuality from Paul. Melissa was not a dumb girl and she knew her sexuality had great power. She also knew it could cut sharp as a sword.

Melissa walked past her husband and to her daily tormentor. She asked Mike if he would prefer to take his pictures before the spanking today. The big guy said yes. For the next twenty minutes Melissa posed and pranced for Mike and the men as she slowly removed her clothes. For the final few minutes she crawled around the floor on her hands and knees. As she posed for them, she was horny as a fifteen year old boy. Mike filled up the memory card of his camera and he was forced to make some tough choices. With Melissa Stanford now completely nude and Mike’s memory card full she told Mike that she was ready for her spanking. She then opened the front blinds wide, moved the kitchen chair into the living room and lay over the big man’s lap.

Not a great student of irony or a particularly grateful man, Mike spanked the Melissa harder than he ever had spanked her before.

Mike’s poker buddies sat in a line and watched from the sofa. Paul stood at their right unable to divert Melissa from her intended course. Paul thought that she was doing this solely to show him that he did indeed need her, that he didn’t really want others to see her this way. He also figured she was doing this to him as a pay back, “she was sticking it to him.” He understood. She had made the point, he just wanted this to stop.

Paul of course didn’t know was how much this whole thing had turned Melissa on. Paul did not know of her defacing at the poker party and Paul didn’t know how wet and horny Melissa was from again humiliating herself in front the men. Paul stood and watched helplessly.

Mike could feel his erection again growing into Melissa’s stomach. He spanked her hard because he enjoyed it, he loved the feel of Melissa’s young body and he loved to hear her cry like a little girl. To Mike, Melissa’s bottom was a wonderland. It danced and sang a song of his own creation. He smacked her bottom long and hard, the girls discomfort was a thought he was  incapable of understanding. Melissa’s ass was for his pleasure and Mike enjoyed it long as his arm could take it.  As Melissa’s fourteenth (at what was to be her final) spanking continued, she lay wet, still and quiet.

When the spanking finally ended, Melissa slid from Mike’s lap onto the floor. Mike remained seated and Paul moved very quickly draw the whole performance a conclusion. As Paul moved toward the door, he could see his wife was now knelling on the floor massaging the big mans cock through his pants. Paul had seem enough, “All right” Paul declared “Let’s go boys, we’re done all here. The show is over.” Mike remained seated and Melissa continued to her work. The three men sat motionless on the sofa. Paul was the only man standing.

Melissa kept rubbing Mike’s erection for at least a minute. Finally, Melissa looked up at Mike and said, “Mike, tell my husband to sit down and shut the fuck up.” Mike recognized the new pack leader and immediately complied with her request.

As Paul stood alone near the entry hall of his home, he saw Melissa begin to tug at the belt on Mike’s workpants. With the belt undone, Mike stood up and Melissa pulled his pants and boxers to the floor in one full motion. Melissa knew his penis was large because she had felt it pushing into her ribcage every morning, but  she was still a little surprised at it’s girth. Everyone looked at the thick cock standing fully erect in front of Melissa’s small face. Melissa then looked at her husband for the first time since she had descended the stairs, she proceeded to lick the tip and wrap her 23 year old mouth around the 52 year old grocers cock.

Paul had known from the minute he saw his wife at the top of the stairs he was beat and that the rehabilitation period was over. But there was so much that the young executive did not know. Paul watched the man he had invited into his house stand dumbly in his living room while his wife sucked at his cock. Paul watched the scene with shame, humiliation and regret.

Melissa didn’t give a blowjob like a porn star. At a time when every woman has adopted the same twisting turning super porn blowjob, Melissa gave soft, warm and very visual blowjobs. With a face like Melissa’s, you simply don’t have to work that hard at it. Melissa gave the kind of blowjob most guys remember from high school. There was a certain innocence to how she performed and it always reminded Paul of how young and inexperienced his wife was when he married her. Paul stood by the door and watched his wife give “her special blowjob” to Mike Hayward. He couldn’t stop it, he could only hope it wouldn’t go any further.

Through the window, he saw his neighbor.  The neighbor was holding a black lab on a leash and was lingering near his driveway, He was clearly enjoying the show. Making eye contact with Paul, he pulled once on the leash and slowly walked away.

Paul wanted to be in New York, he wanted to be anywhere but standing in his own house and watching his wife sucking off grocer. As he looked  over to the sofa, he could see the other men had all removed their cocks and were lazily stroking them as they watched his wife at her work.

Paul wanted to take it all back. Paul wanted to accept Melissa for who she was and Paul wanted to apologize for humiliating her with Mike Hayward. Paul simply wanted to talk with Melissa.

But she was busy.

Melissa had crafted her final strategy on the ride home the previous night. Melissa loved her husband but she also understood her husband pretty well. Melissa wanted to be Paul’s wife in New York City and she knew she had likely won that right the first Saturday night when she dutifully she laid over Mike’s lap. Melissa was a little too bright to simply accept thirty consecutive days of spankings. She may have been a spoiled little girl, but she figured that she had paid her dues. Melissa thought that if she simply took the power of her own sexuality back from Paul, she could end her rehabilitation pretty quickly and also teach her husband a nice lesson about what she was truly worth.

As a bonus, Melissa also recognized the opportunity to further explore the sexual effect of Friday night’s public shaming upon her. She saw the opportunity to orchestrate another scene of great degradation in which she could wallow, at no charge to herself like a two bit slut. And she was loving every minute of it.

Melissa Stanford was also very aware that the cock in the mouth was very much larger than her husbands. And she knew he would absolutely hate that.

Mike watched Paul’s wife suck his cock. The last blowjob he had received was in a massage parlor when George Bush Sr. was President of the United States. It was ugly,  it was awkward and it was tense. This blowjob was beyond anything he could have ever imagined from Melissa. He stood tall and never took his eyes off her. After a while, Melissa took her mouth off the cock and began to suckle at his testicles. Mike reached down and started playing with her firm little tits. As Melissa felt Mike’s inevitable tension growing, she once again wrapped her mouth around Mike’s cock. As Mike looked down upon her she innocently looked back up at him. She then proceeded to squeeze his balls with her right hand and she winked at him once, with her left eye.

Mike felt the orgasim coming very early. As it grew it picked up powerful momentum. He squeezed down on it as long as he could, determined to enjoy the executive’s young wife as long as he possibly could.

Mike very powerfully but predictably lost the battle; he shot four long torrents of sperm against the rear of Melissa’s mouth, it spread quickly over her tongue and onto the back of her lips. A very small bit of it escaped onto her chin.

She continued at her work and cleaned Mike’s considerable cock gently and fully. She swallowed every drop except the one on her chin.

Paul watched without a response. Paul had watched silently as Melissa directed the final scene in the feature film of his own creation. He could almost hear the narrator’s final cry, “This has been a Paul Stanford production!”

But the film was not over.

With the cock clean, Melissa rolled over onto her back and began to masturbate herself in the direction of the men on the sofa. She was awash in her own lust and she wanted to fully relive herself of it as the poker buddies watched. A moment later, the three men with their cocks at the ready knelt down on the floor with Melissa. The two young men on either side of her  and the older man directly behind her head.

All four masturbated steadily, the men never taking their eyes off the young girl. The two younger guys massaged her firm tits with their free hands. She sucked on the fingers of the older man‘s left hand.

The man on her left was the first to go. He blasted a thick stream that struck the underside of her left breast and then he fully emptied himself across her firm stomach.

The younger man on the right blew out soon thereafter. He fired an opening volley that struck Melissa on the chin, just under her bottom lip. He then forcibly directed his final shots at her small tits.

As Melissa felt the second mans’ blast strike her chin, her orgasm built and began to break free. It broke hard and trembled through the young girl’s body with a power that she was not accustomed.

As her tremor finally began to ease, the older man let go. He lofted a long arcing shot over the girl that landed near her left hip bone. He then dribbled himself out into her hair and on her forehead.

Epilog: They never saw Mike or the men again. The next weekend Paul and Melissa moved to New York and  have only spoken of these events once in the six years since they occurred.

After four more great years of jerking off, Mike died suddenly of a single massive stoke. All his great years of jerking off on planet earth had sadly come to an end.

Mike’s sister later found all of Melissa’s pictures on his old computer and deleted them; figuring they were from an internet download.

Paul and Melissa currently live in New York City and are very happy together. Paul’s career has continued to go very well. Melissa is now 29 and she enjoys the New York lifestyle every bit as much as she thought she would.

Paul still regrets bringing Mike into their lives. He knows now that he should have been more patient with Melissa.  He took responsibility for what happened that Sunday morning and he doesn’t like to look back at it.

When she is alone, Melissa often remembers both the night of  the poker party and the final morning with Mike and other men.

She can still feel a little bit of the humiliation she experienced six years ago, and she masturbates to the memory often.

Once, she even wrote a story about it.