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update jan 28 - 2010

Another story by Jake Olive | Lexy’s Bad Choices

MMM/f, D/s, n/c reluc, humil, spank

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Melissa: Big City Girl? Part#3

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 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.

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