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  “But, you didn’t want to.”

  “How did you know?” Melanie asked, surprised at her insight.

  “Because it takes the right person to make you set aside your fears, at least it did me. Is this where Daniel comes in?”

  “Yep, and you’re right. I couldn’t have made that step with anyone but him,” Melanie sighed as she recalled the first encounter with her husband. “We were at a club, and I was sitting at Mistress Cindy’s feet, completely naked except for my collar and leash when he walked in. He says he took one look at me and knew he wanted me. From the determined look on his face as he approached us, I believed him.

  “He stopped in front of us, staring down at me out of those chocolate eyes; and, for the first time in my life, I got wet for a man.”

  “I can see why,” Sasha said. “What’d he say?”

  “He simply turned to my Mistress and asked how much.”

  “He bought you!”

  “Yeah. When I heard him offer for me I almost ran out of there screaming. But, Mistress Cindy must have seen something in both of us; some connection because she simply handed my leash to Daniel, kissed me on the lips, and said good luck. She walked away without looking back. We were married six months later, and she came to the wedding. That was five years ago, and I’ve never regretted my decision.”

  As love stories went, that was the most unorthodox and most romantic Sasha had ever heard. “Cool.”

  “Yeah, I know. Now, can I ask you something?”

  “Sure, but I don’t know what I can tell you that you don’t already know.”

  Melanie looked her in the eye and asked simply, “Would you be offended if I told you I was attracted to you?”

  Sasha had not been blind to the glances Melanie had been stealing at her, especially when her look lingered on her breasts or pussy. Of course, those looks made more sense now, and she found she was truly pleased by her interest. She had never even considered indulging in a lesbian encounter, and still didn’t, but it was flattering to be desired.

  “I’m not offended at all. As a matter of fact,” she added honestly, “I think I’m flattered.”

  “But it’s not something you reciprocate.” Melanie’s smile told her it was okay.

  “I’m sorry. It’s not that, it’s just something I’ve never given any consideration to. I wouldn’t even know how to…you know,” she finished lamely.

  “Have sex with a woman? It’s easy, and I’ve got lots of experience. Do you mind my asking what you’d do if Derrick wants you to be with me?”

  Sasha hadn’t thought of that, but she should have. So far there wasn’t much Derrick hadn’t expected of her, and she knew before arriving here with him that these few days with his friends were going to be spent in furthering her education by including others. “I don’t know,” she replied candidly. “Like everything else, I’m taking this one step at a time. But,” she added teasingly, “if it helps, I haven’t refused him anything yet.”

  Rising, Melanie said, “Good, then there’s hope. If we don’t get dinner going, we’re going to get our butts whipped.”

  Sasha stood, grabbing her towel, more conscious of her nudity now with Melanie’s revelations. “And that would be bad because?”

  Laughing, they both went to shower and met back downstairs to fix dinner. Sasha thought it would be awkward being completely naked, working side by side with her in the kitchen; but, to her surprise, she felt totally at ease. It wasn’t her nudity, or Melanie’s attraction that she found uncomfortable, but what Derrick might want her to do about it that had her on pins and needles.

  Derrick and Daniel were starving by the time they returned from an afternoon of golf. When they sat down to eat, Derrick sensed Sasha’s awkwardness when Melanie knelt at Daniels feet, content to be fed a bite here and there from his plate. He ignored it, letting her deal with it on her own. She had done a remarkable job of handling everything he had subjected her to thus far, and he was confident she could handle what was coming.

  He hoped so, because his dick was hard as a rock picturing her and Melanie together. Melanie still loved having sex with women, and Daniel indulged her quit often, thus indulging himself. The painting he had spoken to Derrick about was to be a woman/woman scene; and, hopefully, Sasha would be that woman.

  Daniel bent down and kissed his wife before rising from the table. “Join us quickly, girls. We missed you today.”

  Derrick followed him to the den, poured himself a drink, and sat on the sofa. The furniture was arrayed in a semi-circle in front of a fireplace that was rarely used due to mild winters. It still made a cozy and intimate setting. When Sasha and Melanie joined them, he grabbed Sasha’s hand and pulled her down on his lap. Melanie, having already received permission from Daniel, stood before them, waiting expectantly.

  “Sasha.”

  Sasha looked from Derrick to Melanie and knew what they wanted. Even knowing this was coming, she was nervous and scared. She didn’t want to be the cause of anyone’s disappointment. Melanie knelt in front of them; her hands soft on Sasha’s waist as she waited for her acquiesce.

  Derrick moved Sasha’s hair aside and ran his lips up her neck, trying to ease the stiffness in her tense body. “Just let her kiss you, baby. That’s all for now. See if you like it.”

  Sasha simply nodded; her throat too dry to speak. Melanie leaned forward and placed her lips against Sasha’s; her tongue running over her until she opened for more. Her lips were soft, so unlike Derrick’s, and her tongue was small, but, oh God, she felt and tasted so good. Sasha couldn’t believe how exciting, how sensuous it felt to kiss another woman; and, without further hesitation, she sank deeply into the kiss; their lips wet and clinging; their tongues caressing each other intimately. When Melanie started to pull back, Sasha groaned, slipped her hand behind her head and continued feasting on her mouth.

  Derrick was surprised and pleased at her enthusiastic acceptance of Melanie; his cock a rigid pole and growing uncomfortable in his tight jeans. Daniel seemed to be having difficulties also, and the two men grinned at each other.

  “Please, Sasha,” Melanie said, pulling her mouth away. “Let me taste you. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Sasha nodded then gasped when Derrick cupped her breasts and lifted them for Melanie’s mouth. The feel of soft lips on her nipple caused Sasha to groan loudly, the gentle suckling sent tremors of need straight to her pussy. Melanie continued suckling her, her teeth nibbling, and her tongue soothing as she moved from breast to breast, seemingly unable to get enough.

  Sasha held her head to her as she hesitantly reached out to fondle Melanie’s breast. Melanie was larger, fuller than Sasha, and she liked the feel of all that soft flesh and hard tip in her palm. She had always loved playing with her own breasts, and now she discovered that another woman’s breasts were just as enjoyable to touch.

  “Sasha.” Derrick kissed her neck, trying to get her attention. It wasn’t easy. “I want you to lie on the rug in front of the fireplace with Melanie and let her touch you. I’m going to be taking pictures and giving you instructions. I want you to obey me, do you understand?”

  Sasha cleared her mind long enough to look into his dark grey eyes. “Yes, I understand.”

  They moved to the floor where Daniel had tossed several large soft throw pillows. Lying back against them as Derrick instructed, her legs spread wantonly, Sasha allowed Melanie free access to her body, no longer shy or unsure about this new experience.

  Derrick got his camera and started snapping as Melanie kissed her way down Sasha’s body; her tongue licking a path to the top of her mound. Per his instructions, Melanie softly explored her pubis and damp folds; her fingers touching every square inch of Sasha before sliding between her slit.

  “That’s it Melanie, start with one finger. Show me how wet she is. Good, good. Spread some of that pretty cream on those puffy lips, get them all shiny.”

  Sasha was quickly thrown into a maelstrom of sensation, Derrick’s commands and
Melanie’s hand driving her higher and higher until she was writhing unashamedly. When Derrick ordered Melanie to finger her and then expose her clit for her tongue, she nearly came off the floor.

  Just in time she remembered to plead for her release. She was so far gone, she didn’t know what she’d do if he refused her. Thankfully, he didn’t.

  “Yes, Sasha. Come for us. We’re all watching, waiting for your beautiful climax,” he said as he continued snapping pictures, Daniel speaking softly to Melanie next to him.

  Under the ministrations of Melanie’s very experienced mouth, Sasha exploded, her body spinning out of control as the pleasure over took her. By the time Melanie was crawling back up her damp body, she was reduced to mild shudders of aftershock. Automatically, her arms wrapped around the other woman, and their mouths met in a heated kiss. Sasha could taste herself on Melanie’s tongue, and she remembered the time Derrick had coated his penis with her juices and made her lick it off. She now realized that lesson was in preparation for this encounter. Everything he had done thus far was preparing her for something else, making her acceptance of new adventures easier.

  Sasha ran her hand down Melanie’s body, wanting to give her pleasure in return. Pulling back, she said, “Let me know if I don’t do it right.”

  Apparently, Melanie had no complaints as, less than ten minutes later, Sasha had her screaming out her climax as she buried her face between her legs, her come coating Sasha’s tongue. They ignored the men, too intent and happy with each other to care about their needs. For the next hour, they rolled around on the floor, slowly exploring each other, bringing each other to orgasm time and time again.

  Derrick had taken enough pictures that they could surely come up with something for him to paint. Setting aside his camera, he and Daniel decided to take back control. Stripping, they each grabbed their woman, pinned them on their backs and thrust their hard cocks into their pulsing, wet cunts.

  An hour later, Sasha and Melanie drug themselves upstairs, exhausted beyond reason. As Melanie opened the door to her and Daniel’s room, Sasha noticed a large dog crate near the bed.

  Curious, she asked, “Do you have a dog? I haven’t seen one.”

  “No, that’s mine.”

  Sasha looked from the crate to Melanie’s smiling face and shook her head. “I don’t think I want to know. At least not tonight.”

  Sasha found out about the crate the next evening, their last night with Melanie and Daniel. They were again gathered in the den after dinner, conversing lightly; Sasha wondered what new exploits were on the agenda for tonight, when Daniel said quietly, “Melanie, pet, it’s time to go to your crate. Do you have to use the restroom first?”

  “No, Master, I’m all right.”

  “If you need to go later, you’ll have to wait. I won’t be interrupted,” he added sternly.

  “I’d better try.” Melanie rose and went into the small half bath in the den, leaving the door open. The commode was clearly visible, and Sasha was embarrassed for her as she used it and returned to her husband.

  Derrick didn’t say anything to her, leaving her in suspense as the four of them went upstairs. Melanie watched wide-eyed as Daniel retrieved a pair of wrist cuffs from a cupboard in their bedroom and clasped them on his wife’s wrists before opening the crate door and instructing her to get in.

  Melanie crawled willingly into the crate, raising her hands to the top so Daniel could secure her wrists, leaving her in what looked to be an uncomfortable crouched position. “Be good, and I’ll reward you later,” Daniel said as he latched the door and turned toward Derrick and Sasha. “Don’t worry about Melanie, Sasha,” he said, kissing her lightly. “She likes to watch.”

  A smile and nod from Melanie did little to reassure Sasha; but, as the men quickly undressed and Derrick approached her with her set of handcuffs and a black silk scarf, she ceased to think about the other woman. “Turn around, Sasha, so I can fasten this.”

  Sasha turned, her heart skipping with trepidation and excitement. Derrick tied the scarf securely over her eyes, leaving her in the dark. Next, he cuffed her wrists, laid her on the bed, and attached the cuffs to one of the bars of the headboard in a manner that left her free to twist and turn from front to back.

  If the past two weeks were lessons in submission, then the following two hours were indulgences in carnality, Sasha decided as the men joined her and began an all out assault on her body and her senses. Two pairs of lips covered her nipples while hands and fingers invaded her pussy and anus. Sasha cried out, never having experienced being pleasured everywhere at once before. The onslaught was too much; and, as she begged for her release and was answered negatively, she knew she’d never be able to keep from coming.

  “Please, Derrick, stop if I can’t come. Please, it’s too much.” Tears of frustration seeped from behind her blindfold. Her need was so overwhelming, she thought, that if it wasn’t for being restrained, she’d thrash off the bed. But they ignored her cries and the inevitable happened, her climax bursting upon her unbidden.

  Hands and mouths left her immediately, and she was rolled over and given ten very hard swats from the paddle. No sooner had her spanking finished than lips were on her reddened buttocks, hands separated her cheeks, and a tongue licked her anus. A strong hand lifted her thigh, another mouth latched onto her pussy and the onslaught began anew. Again, her pleading left them unmoved; but, mercifully, this time, they ceased their ministrations before she could climax again.

  A hard cock was pushed between her lips while another well greased one invaded her ass. They fucked her ruthlessly with no regard to her pleasure. Her pussy was left untouched, but she didn’t care. She loved the feeling of their hardness filling her; she loved hearing their moans and taking in their come.

  Thankfully, she was given a drink of water, but her respite didn’t last long. Again, lips teased her nipples while hard hands spread her thighs and fingers invaded her pussy. Sasha didn’t even plead this time, she simply came. The fingers replaced by a tongue and teeth sent her careening over the edge. She came down to earth with a sharp slap against her pussy. Hands held her spread wide while a hard palm rained down smack after smack on her vulnerable flesh, driving her into a state of mindless bliss, teetering again on the edge of fulfillment.

  “Not yet, baby,” Derrick whispered as he uncuffed her hands and rolled her on top of him. Spreading her thighs, he thrust up into her hot pussy, his cock filling her completely. “Now,” he said, his hands going to her buttocks and spreading them, “you’ll feel what we can do for you.”

  Daniel slid into her from behind, leaving her impaled on two hard cocks. In a perfect synchronized rhythm, they fucked her orifices, one in as one came out, over and over as Derrick wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her to his heaving chest.

  “Derrick, now?” she asked, feeling her orgasm building, wanting, needing to do as he ordered.

  “Soon. Hold on a little longer.”

  His voice was rough in her ear; his arms a comfort as the two of them rocked her skyward; and, when Derrick shouted “Now!” she saw stars.

  Sasha was beyond exhausted as she lay with her back against Derrick on the bed, her blindfold off, her legs spread tiredly. Daniel rose from the bed and went to retrieve a small object from the same cupboard he got Melanie’s cuffs. Unhooking her cuffs, he opened the crate and helped her stand.

  “Are you ready for your reward, pet?” he asked, rubbing her shoulders to ease their stiffness.

  Melanie looked at the small object in his hand that resembled a tongue depressor, and her eyes lit with excitement. “Oh, yes, Master. Please.”

  “Lie on the bed and present yourself to me then.”

  Sasha watched as Melanie, seemingly unconcerned with the excesses she had watched the past two hours, sat back on the pillows next to them and spread her legs wide.

  “Do you know what that is?” Derrick asked her as Daniel sat next to Melanie and ran his hand over her bare, glistening mount.


  Sasha shook her head, her eyes glued to Melanie’s pussy and Daniel’s hand. “No.”

  “It’s called a pussy whip, even though it’s really not a whip. Watch.”

  Daniel flicked his wrist and the thin wooden slat slapped against Melanie’s cunt, raising a red line on her mound. Melanie gasped, reaching behind her to grasp the bars of the headboard. Again and again he swatted her until her flesh was bright red, and she was jerking lewdly, inviting each swat.

  Sasha watched the display closely, noting that Daniel was really very gentle with the spanker. She imagined the small object could do quite a bit of damage to such a tender area, but this was about pleasure, not abuse. But, when he ordered Melanie to spread herself, Sasha couldn’t help but cringe.

  Melanie released the bars and spread her pussy lips, revealing her red, swollen clit and damp passage. “Hold, Melanie,” Derrick ordered as he flicked her clit once, twice, three times. On the fourth strike, Melanie exploded; her hips jerking with her orgasm as she came over and over. Daniel dropped the small spanker and buried his mouth between her legs, slurping up her juices as she continued to come.

  Sasha found the whole episode extremely enlightening and highly arousing, and as Daniel kissed, licked and soothed his wife’s reddened flesh bringing her to another peak, she found it oddly touching.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Three days later, they were nearing the end of their journey. Derrick said they should be at his home in West Palm Beach by early the following afternoon. It was three weeks ago today he had landed on her doorstep, literally, and swept her away on a rollercoaster ride of decadence. A ride filled with dips and turns, exciting and scary, eye opening and wrought with painful bumps and screaming pleasure. A ride she knew she wasn’t ready to get off of, not until she had experienced the full scope of its run.