As soon as Melissa found time, she opened up the Fetlife website and searched for a user called MelissaSucks. She found her and she found the same images that she had been sent in the email. She saw her profile, except she didn’t write it and it wasn’t finished. There were sections ready to be written and she wondered what they would say. The first section was already filled in and she was surprised to see images taken at Paul’s house but she didn’t know when he would have had the time to snap them. But, there they were, together with a small sentence from him praising her charms and compliance and detailing how hard he had fucked her and how she screamed that she wanted more.

Melissa couldn’t remember saying she wanted more, but then she remembered what she had said while he spanked her hard. No, she thought, the account was about right. Accurate enough.

A whole week of normal life and almost vanilla sex went whizzing past and then, out of the blue, a message came through while she was out shopping. She looked at it and saw that it was from him. Or at least she presumed it was him. It would have to wait until she got home, but all the while she shopped, it niggled away at her resolve, increasing her curiosity.

She knew something was up. She glanced at the Fetlife website and she could tell that she had made another friend. She couldn’t see any messages or emails but she knew he was sporty. His image showed him in a rugby top in the colours of the local rugby team. It made her wonder what it was all about.

Melissa dumped the shopping bags on the table as soon as she got home. She instructed her husband, John, to unpack while she rushed upstairs with the usual excuse. She sat on the toilet in peace and opened the messages on her phone.

They were more like instructions rather than a conversational message. His name was Brian, and as she read the instructions it became apparent that she was dead right about the guys' sporty outlook. The more she read, the more turned on she became, and she soon found herself biting the edge of her finger as she contemplated the possibilities. She sucked on her finger before letting it slide between her folds. Her eyes closed, her nipples ached, and her pussy craved satisfaction. It wasn’t going to get it, not until the weekend.

Even by Melissa’s standards, the instructions seemed downright lewd, and yet she started to make her excuses for the Sunday afternoon’s meeting. She couldn’t help herself. She almost laughed out loud at the meagre threats about her husband finding out if she didn’t go through with it.

This time, she replied to the sender.

I’ll be there. I don’t want him finding out. Please don’t send him those images.

She congratulated herself on the style of the response and the manner of her pathetic whimpering and then started to giggle. In all honesty, she only cheated on John very infrequently and only when she was desperate for an intense fuck and so it was a puzzle for her to understand how those images got into the wrong hands.

She pulled her knickers up and then her trousers.

One of those images, the one of her on her knees sucking off a bloke down a dark alley must have been taken two years ago. It was a dark and grainy picture at best, but you could see it was one of her, caught at precisely the right time when his cock spurted over her face.

She buttoned her trousers and turned to flush the loo.

The image of her exiting a Debenhams store changing room with another bloke in tow must have been fortuitous, she thought. She blamed the bloke for telling her that she would look nice in that bra and knickers outfit while she was browsing. She just needed to take the compliment and nod in his direction. She didn’t need to ask him to come to the changing room with her to see what they looked like and she didn’t need to blow him while wearing them. It must have been the longest anyone had stayed in a changing cubicle especially when she never had any intention of buying the items. She started to think about how these three images came together, in the hands of the one person that was now her Master, or so she believed.

She put the phone in her pocket and exited the toilet.

It was that last image that concerned her the most, the one of her splayed over a bench, hands tied to the legs with a guy about to cane her backside. The club was supposed to be legit. Aboveboard and genuine. Yet they must have let someone in that could take that picture. Someone that must have been so close to her, though she wouldn’t have known because she was blindfolded at the time. She remembered the pain of that encounter all too well until she climaxed and wet the bench and floorboards on the seventh stroke.

Melissa caught her breath and tried to calm herself before the evening’s conversation with her husband. He wouldn’t be pleased about her having to help out Sian on Sunday afternoon. The same Sian that she had forgotten to tell him about a promise she had made to her, but Melissa was never the one to break promises.

Two days later she opened Fetlife in a browser. There were no further clues as to what may be in store for her. Brian had gone quiet which was strange because he was often quite verbal in the forums and message boards. She wondered whether it was a condition of the meeting, one set by her Master.

She would find out soon enough, one day to go, she thought. While her husband slept at night she found herself wide-eyed and contemplating all sorts of filthy things that two people could get up to. The attire she had to wear concerned her the most but it wouldn’t be the first time she would be dressed that smutty. She needed sleep. Deep sleep. She contemplated waking her husband for a quick fuck to settle her nerves but she knew that it would compromise the excitement of the following day.

ooOoo

On Sunday, Melissa almost jumped out of bed at six in the morning. Showered early, packed a small bag of clothes and then had to wait until two in the afternoon. At just gone midday, after she ate a ham sandwich, she kissed her husband on the cheek and made to say her goodbyes. At least he had come around to spending the Sunday afternoon on his own. An afternoon of binge-watching a new series he had started on Amazon Prime or so he told her.

Melissa was also looking forward to watching something. Not on the television though. No, she had ideas of watching a cock fill her pussy to the point of making her burst with pleasure. She rushed to the car and drove off, knowing that she had another two hours of driving around and waiting before her afternoon meet. She reckoned on being at the rugby club about half an hour before she needed to be and hoped that Brian wouldn’t be late. A message popped up on her phone from her Master, telling her that she hoped she would enjoy Brian, followed by the fact that it was another chapter in her life’s story. Melissa didn’t reply but she had a feeling she was going to enjoy every minute.

Melissa arrived at the rugby club with plenty of time to spare. She didn’t need to get dressed as such, more undressed. She stripped bare before reaching into her bag for the white T-shirt that barely covered her midriff and white ankle socks. She shook her head at the ankle socks but put them on anyway. She just about managed to squeeze her large breasts into the medium-sized T-shirt that she was told to wear and one that she had to purchase especially for the day. Her breasts just about oozed out of them and the garment never had a chance of covering the swell of her tit flesh from underneath.

She placed all her items in one of the lockers and stepped into the shower. She felt her nipples swell with the hot water and the stickiness of the T-shirt as it tugged on her breasts. Finally, she walked out of the shower and sat on one of the benches facing the door with her hands on her hips and her legs angled so that her shaved pussy was on full display. The clock on the wall indicated there were three minutes of waiting left.

Melissa calmed her nerves as much as she could. Her tummy fluttered with butterflies trying to escape and her breathing was shallow and fast. She wondered what Brian would be like in the flesh? Would his cock be as impressive as Paul’s? Would he use her as Paul had done? Would she be treated like another fuck toy? Secretly, she hoped she would be because that’s what turned her on the most.

Melissa knew this would be a just-for-sex session. Just like the other one. The more she thought about that the wetter the bench became underneath her and it wouldn’t be from the wet T-shirt. She couldn’t help but squirm around; moving her hands behind her which only caused her legs to open wider. She hoped that the next person that would walk through the door would be Brian, at least that’s what she hoped. Whoever would walk through the door would get an eyeful of her glistening wet pussy and the wet patch beneath it.

She couldn’t believe she was being this brave, this was exhibitionism at its naughtiest. Feeling somewhat impatient, she drummed her fingers against the bench, she could feel her nipples harden under the T-shirt with the few whisps of cold air that permeated the room and she loved the way she was behaving. Now and then her stomach muscles would clench with the sheer thrill of anticipation.

Her head shot up quickly as she heard the door open. Her eyes fixed on the edge of the corridor. She waited for the person to round the corner. Her mouth dropped open as a muscly God walked into the room. She immediately started to look him over as she straightened herself to sit upright. He appeared to have everything: broad shoulders, massive chest, tight shorts with an already visible and impressive bulge, and thick muscly thighs. Melissa bit her lower lip to stop herself from whimpering and pushed her chest out in an attempt to match his.

“Well, Melissa,” he said, “you are a lovely slut and so ready to be fucked, aren’t you?”

Melissa nodded and placed her hands on her hips as per the instructions. Her tits heaved, her nipples protruded and her whole body was on heat.

Brian didn’t waste any time. He walked straight up to her and stood inches away and with his fingers poised under her chin and lifted it to look into her eyes. Melissa moved her body slightly forward as she looked skyward before dropping her eyes to the bulge that lay directly in front of her.

Melissa knew what was coming and yet it seemed a lifetime before he pulled his dick from his tight shorts as he shoved them down around his ankles. His semi-hard cock hung before her eyes, trying to hide the heavy balls behind them. Melissa licked her lips, after all, what was a girl to do? The thought of what it would look like erect, caused little electrical pulses to shoot between her nipples. She wanted to pounce on it but she was told not to behave too eager.

Brian’s hand rounded the back of Melissa’s head and grabbed a handful of hair, he pulled her closer so that her mouth was inches away from his cock. With his other hand, he grabbed his dick and started to swipe it across her lips. When it stopped moving, Melissa started to suck hard on the end, feeling it grow and stiffen in her mouth; a feeling she always relished.

Melissa’s hand reached out to hold the base of his cock as she started to lick along its length, teasing the head with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth, bobbing up and down and taking more and more on every downward stroke. Swallowing it for him. Her mind was crying out for him to fuck her with it but she had to pleasure him with her mouth first.

Just as she was on her way down she heard the door creak once more and then more voices. Her immediate reaction was to stop sucking and pull off his cock, and wrap her arms about her to cover herself up. She experienced an intense feeling of embarrassment. Brian held her still with the flat of his hand on the back of her head. His grip tightened as he fucked her mouth slowly and all the while Melissa heard voices talking, people walking, footsteps getting closer and all she could do was suck cock.

Her eyes closed in shame when she finally heard one of them speak.

“What’s going on here?” said one person.

“Who’s this little whore?” said the other.

“Hey lads, she’s a toy I found on a sex site, I thought we could play with her for a while. Her profile put her down as a submissive slut. Are you two going to join me?”

The conversation was happy-go-lucky, as if she didn’t exist or wasn’t in the room, lads talk. Throughout the conversation, Brian stuffed his cock into her mouth a little harder each time causing him to moan and groan as he spoke rudely about her.

“She sucks pretty well. And seeing there’s three of us – we can have one each.”

Melissa groaned on the cock in her mouth, three of them, thought Melissa. Fuck!

Suddenly, hands started to feel her ample breasts over her T-shirt as she sat on the bench sucking dick. Their big, strong hands made her feel even more like a sex toy than she did when it was just Brian. One guy let his hands wander down her side and onto her thighs and before she knew it fingers tickled and rubbed at her slit.

The men laughed telling themselves what a needy little whore she truly was. Suddenly, the touching stopped and the next she knew, their cocks were tapping her on her shoulder; clearly in some need of attention.

Brian kept hold of her head and kept feeding his cock into her mouth while Melissa took a cock in each hand and started to work them. As they grew and stiffened it became apparent that they were just as large as Brian’s dick. The wet patch on the bench got bigger as she imagined them filling her up. Her senses were overloaded with thoughts of what might happen. How would this scenario play out?

Melissa let go of the cocks one by one, and let her hand stray to her pussy to gather up her juices before stroking them once more. Her hand slid far better over their warm flesh when it was lubricated, and what better juices to use than the ones leaking from her pussy.

As she sat there being face fucked and with rampant cocks in each hand, she wondered when the door would open again or when they would use her holes for their pleasure.

It was Brian that suggested they all change positions indicating that Melissa should get on the floor.

“Tim, relieve her of that top, she won’t be needing that anymore,” said Brian.

Tim lifted Melissa’s wet top over her boobs as she stood up and raised her arms in the air. She felt even more exposed now that her huge tits were on display but she also felt more confident and excited. As soon as her puppies were out, Tim sucked on them in turn, holding them tightly in his hands almost raising Melissa on tip-toes. Her hands came down on his shoulders.

“Fuck!” exclaimed Melissa and Tim at the same time. The sound from the full force of the hand on her backside reverberated through the room. A second slap followed immediately. The pain focused on her pussy but the heat spread across her bottom. Her nails raked across Tim’s shoulder blades and down his arms.

“Carl, for fuck’s sake, spank her gently, she’s hurting me just as much as you’re hurting her,” said Tim.

Carl just smiled and slapped Melissa hard on the bottom once more, the fingers of his other hand clawed at the folds of her pussy, soaking them in the process. Tim stood at a distance from Melissa as pain rippled through her body, the glow from her cheeks spreading outwards with every slap.

A hand grabbed Melissa’s arm and she found herself directed towards a blue crash mat that had been placed on the floor. She knelt on it before opening her legs wide as she rolled onto her back. Brian positioned himself between her legs as soon as she stopped, his cock completely inside by the time his hands had taken up position on either side of her head. His fucking was fast and furious and her hands clawed at his back as he pumped his cock into her.

Melissa moaned and groaned and mumbled to herself until her orgasm exploded inside her like fireworks on bonfire night. Her climax was certainly not the kind that required any degree of gentle buildup. It was a full-on orgasm, flushed out of her by the sheer excitement of being filled.

Melissa opened her eyes to find Tim and Carl waiting their turn. Their cocks were close to her mouth so that she could suck on one while stroking the other; taking it in turn, to give both blokes a bit of each and taste the pre-cum from them while Brian, intent on humping her to a second orgasm, fucked her needy hole.

After five minutes of continuous fucking, Brian pulled out of Melissa giving the other lads a chance to savour her charms.

Tim was quick to lie down on the floor, instructing Melissa to straddle him. She slowly took him inside; letting her pussy get used to his fatter cock. With her hands on his chest, she started to fuck his cock in an upright position. Carl, however, had other ideas as he pushed her forwards so that her silky smooth breasts dangled and swung in Tim’s face. A contact that he was quite thankful for and he soon found himself sucking on her extended nipples as his cock was swallowed by her juicy cunt.

Melissa soon realised that her starfish opening was being caressed and tickled. Not opened by a finger or a toy, though she had used toys before, no, this was something more substantial than a finger. This was Carl’s cock.

The shocked look on her face as she strained to make eye contact with Carl over her shoulder was completely lost and by this time, Tim’s hands were around her waist keeping her close to him so that he could suck on her tits. Carl’s hand held her hips as tight as they could while the other fed his cock into her ever-widening anus.

Melissa shook her head unsure as to whether she wanted his cock in her private little hole.

“Don’t you worry, this is what you’re here for after all? You wanted this,” explained Brian, his hand gripping her lovely face as he looked into her eyes. His voice was calm, reasoning with her rather than demanding.

Her mind focused on his words, realising that whoever had set this up had also arranged for her to behave like this. The person that held those images. The person controlling her. Her Master. She realised that all of this had already happened in email and message exchanges that she couldn’t see. She smiled at Brian, accepted her fate and then looked over her shoulder once more.

“Come on then, fuck my ass,” she commanded as she relaxed her body and allowed the presence of Carl’s cock inside her.

Melissa was no stranger to anal play, she had experienced anal sex before, once or twice while at University but nothing recent, unless you count butt plugs as anal sex of course, which she didn’t. Double penetration, however, was new to her. Very new. She smiled at Brian and nodded and realised that she suddenly couldn’t wait for Carl to get himself inside.

Melissa remained as still as she could while Carl’s cock slipped past her sphincter and into her arse. She let him slide all the way in before she started to move by pushing her bottom back to meet him. Tim’s cock slid in as her bottom slid backwards but at a very different angle. The eye contact she made with Brian said it all. Her mouth was opening and closing as if she desperately wanted to say something but nothing came out of her smiling lips.

Melissa soon started to bite her bottom lip in ecstasy. Both cocks were stroking her and playing with her sensitive areas like nothing on Earth had done before. With her eyes closed, she found herself shaking her head in approval. Oh! Why hadn’t she tried this before?

When both men started to move in unison, Melissa started to moan. Both of them fed their cocks in and out of her holes at the same time, her arms could hardly hold her in place as the thrusting pushed and pushed her over the top of Tim’s head. At least her tits were in a more favourable position for his mouth, she thought.

Melissa started to moan aloud. She was pushing her bottom back but the length of their cocks didn’t need any help from her. They were ploughing both of her furrows while trying their best to keep themselves in check. Her moans were soon hushed when Brian stuffed his cock back between her waiting lips.

“What a beautiful, compliant slut you are,” said Brian.

His words resonated with her. Call it a light-bulb moment if you like, but Melissa suddenly realised that she was made for times like this. Times where she craved cock, craved fucking, being used for pleasure, being a slut and just letting herself be taken. She felt free and at that moment would quite happily have serviced the whole rugby team had they walked through that door.

It wasn’t long before Melissa climaxed harder than she had ever done before. Her body shook violently and she momentarily lost the cock in her mouth. It was soon replaced. Her juices dripped over the cock that was fucking her cunt but both men didn’t let up, in fact, they fucked her faster, pushing her through her first orgasm and onto the next.

Brian held her head as still as he could and despite gagging a little, and climaxing some more, she managed to slip her lips up and down his length. Melissa’s orgasms started to roll from one to the other and she let herself be taken like a well-fucked rag doll. Every one of her movements was caused by someone else. Without any announcement, Carl gripped her hips tightly and forced his cock deep into her anus, unloading the contents of his balls deep inside her. Melissa felt the throb from his cock and relished his cream as it filled her up. Instantly, she was aware of Brian’s cock emptying down her throat. The sudden spurts erupted between her lips. She swallowed as much of his musky juice as quickly as she could and was intent on swallowing all of it. Missing a drop was not an option. The load from Tim spurted into her cunt while he gripped her waist and forced his cock upwards. His moans lost between Melissa’s mounds. She swore that his spunk reached places that she didn’t know were possible.

All three men eventually peeled themselves from Melissa one by one. Brian pulled out and sat on the bench. Carl slipped from her anus and sat back on his haunches for a while allowing Melissa to fall onto Tim’s chest, gasping for much-needed air, until she finally rolled off him. He had to admit that the sight of voluptuous ass and gaping pussy was awesome.

Melissa started to giggle. Her only thought was that her body was now a cum-filled happy mess on the floor as she rolled onto her back. She could hardly move and couldn’t have been more satisfied. Cum from her holes started to leak out as she lay on the floor, unable to move and feeling well and truly fucked. Brian knelt beside her, stuck a finger in her pussy and scooped up some of Tim’s spunk and offered it to her lips. Melissa readily sucked on it like the slut she was.

The men left her to wallow in her post-orgasmic bliss and busied themselves in the shower before starting to get dressed.

“You have about twenty minutes before people start turning up here. You’d better tidy yourself up.”

Melissa nodded.

“Melissa,” he added, “thanks for a great fuck.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” she replied.

Moving, getting up and showering while trying not to get her hair wet was a challenge but she managed it. By the time she had dressed, Brian, Tim and Carl had said how wonderful she had behaved and managed to kiss her goodbye accompanied by a few gropes of her wonderful flesh.

Melissa was the last satisfied person to leave the rugby club and she pondered her time with the three of them as she looked at the clock in her car. It was four o’clock. She didn’t need to be back for another two hours.

People in cars started turning up at the club as her hand slipped to one of her nipples to play with it. She watched them gather their sports bags and enter the club’s changing rooms. She contemplated what would have happened if she had stayed on the floor, naked and available. Would there be outrage?  Or fuckrage?