MELODY IN LINGERIE
An Erotic Short Story
by Imogen Linn
Website: http://imogenlinn.com/ Twitter: @ImogenLinn
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Copyright 2011-2016 by Imogen Linn
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Melody loves lingerie.
It's the one thing that makes the socially-awkward college girl feel sexy and special.
While out shopping to indulge her secret vice, she meets a charismatic older man who
gradually and skilfully seduces her.
During a steamy encounter in the store's changing room, he brings out her submissive side,
and Melody learns to see herself through his eyes.
This, the first volume in the Melody series, is an erotic short story of approx. 8,000 words –
the first in a series following Melody on her BDSM journey.
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MATURE CONTENT
This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
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Melody in Lingerie
Lingerie was her naughty little secret.
Melody had always been shy. A bookish girl, more interested in her schoolwork than her social life, she’d been a straight A student her whole life. That had led to a scholarship at a great college, but she had always felt a little out of place.
In school, she’d never been particularly sociable. While all of the pretty, popular girls were dating and partying, she had thought herself clumsy and socially awkward.
She’d never felt particularly pretty either. In truth, Melody didn’t like her body all that much. Her hips were too skinny, and her breasts too small. She rarely bothered with makeup, preferring to hide behind her glasses and bury her nose in a book.
But, for all that, there was one thing that made her feel glamorous and sexy. Her little secret that gave her a warm feeling inside and put a little sway into her walk.
Melody loved lingerie. She loved to feel silk against her skin, and to know that underneath her practical college clothes were scandalously sexy scraps of lace.
The lingerie shops in the mall were her weekend treat, and she always looked over her shoulder before she went inside, sneaking a quick, guilty glance around to make sure no-one she knew would see her going inside.
Not that she thought anyone would care, but that tiny twinge of guilt – the feeling that she was doing something naughty – made it all the more fun.
This particular store was her favorite, selling a wide range of high-end lingerie along with designer shoes and accessories. Melody had already spent many happy hours in here, and today was no exception. She was happily engrossed in a rack of things she really couldn’t afford when she heard a cultured male voice.
“Excuse me, Miss. I’m very sorry to bother you, but could I possibly ask you something?”
The speaker was a tall man, impeccably dressed in an elegant suit and tie. He was considerably older than she was, but he could have been anywhere from late thirties to early fifties, for all Melody could tell. There was a touch of grey at his temples, but he looked both distinguished and vigorous as he patiently waited for her to finish her examination.
Melody blushed when she realized he’d caught her staring, and hurriedly averted her eyes. “Um. Yes, sure, I guess.”
“Well, it’s a little embarrassing. You see, I’m trying to buy some lingerie for...someone special. To be honest, I’m not terribly good at this sort of thing, and I’m finding it rather hard to imagine how these things look.”
He gestured at the racks, “They just seem to be scraps of cloth when they’re on the hangers, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding something she would like.
“Would you mind awfully just holding these up to yourself for a moment? She’s about your build, and it would really help me to choose.
“I would ask someone who works here, but...”
He and Melody shared a moment of understanding as they both looked over at the only person working in the store, a large, jolly lady who was about three times Melody’s size.
“Yes, I can see why that might not work,” she replied with a smile. “Sure, I don’t mind.”
He seemed like a sweet guy, she thought, and he was obviously making an effort to do something nice for his girlfriend. She had time to kill, so where was the harm?
For the next half hour or so, Melody chatted amiably with her new friend as the two of them roamed the store selecting item after item. Melody would hold the scraps of silk and lace in position while the man cocked his head to the side and looked her up and down. They talked about the merits of underwired bras, and the pros and cons of thong panties as they discussed each selection.
They hit the cosmetics counter, too, on the grounds that makeup might also be a suitable gift. Although he didn’t buy anything, Melody let herself be used as a model by the friendly shop assistant, and was soon wearing full makeup, including lipstick and heavy eyeshadow, which she hardly ever wore. She barely recognized her own face in the mirror.
Soon, the man had an armful of possible candidate items – lingerie, accessories and pairs of shoes, just one of which Melody would have to save for a month to buy – and she found that she was having a lot of fun.
It was almost like shopping with a girlfriend, except for his penetrating stare whenever she held something up for him to look at, his eyes traveling slowly up and down her body.
Knowing that he was imagining her wearing nothing but the lingerie as he did so brought a flush to Melody’s cheeks. She found herself wondering what it would be like to really be virtually naked under that searching gaze – to have him examining her body like that.
Would he find her desirable, if she were wearing these things for him? Melody felt her heart start to beat faster, and knew she was blushing.
“You know, Miss, you’ve really been incredibly kind, and thank you so much for spending the time to help me with this,” he said at last. “It’s a lot better than looking at them on the racks.
“To be honest though, they do seem a little silly when you hold them up outside your clothes, and I guess I’m not very good at imagining how they’ll actually look in real life. But, you’ve really helped me narrow things down quite a bit, so I think I’ll just pick a few of these things at random, and hopefully I’ll get something she’ll like.”
Melody frowned a little in disappointment. She’d been having so much fun, and he really did seem like a nice guy – so distinguished and handsome, and obviously a real gentleman.
Quickly, before she managed to come up with all the reasons why it was a really bad idea, she found herself saying, “Well, if you’d like, I could try a few things on for you.”
Blushing furiously, she continued, “I mean, so that you can see them properly. That is, I can see how hard this is for you, and you really should get the right thing for your friend. So, if I can help with that...”
Melody realized she was babbling, and closed her mouth with an audible snap.
There was a stunned pause as both of them realized what she had offered – to pose for this total stranger wearing nothing but sheer lingerie.
“You’d do that for me?” he replied, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Well, that would certainly be a huge help. But I really wouldn’t want to impose or make you feel uncomfortable. Are you sure?”
The die was cast, and Melody decided she couldn’t back down now. Putting on a jovial tone, she chuckled, “It’s fine. I think it’s really sweet that you’re putting so much effort into getting something nice for your girlfriend, and I’m in no particular hurry.”
“Well, as long as you’re sure. Thank you so much, Miss. You’re very kind.”
Melody checked to see that the shop assistant was busy in another part of the store, before ducking into the changing booths, relieved to see that there was no-one else around. “You’d better come into the booth with me. Men aren’t supposed to be here.”
What she didn’t notice, as she stepped inside, was the complicit look he shared with the shop assistant, who promptly hung a ‘Closed for lunch’ sign on the door.
The booths had actual doors, and were easily big enough for the two of them. Melody felt a frisson of excitement as he closed and bolted the door behind them. Now that she was standing alone with him, about to pose virtually nude for this total stranger, she found herself wondering just how she had managed to get herself into this situation.
He had been so charming and unthreatening outside, in public. Now that the two of them were alone, Melody realized just how tall and imposing he was. She could have sworn he hadn’t been that big outside, in the store. When she looked at his face, she imagined there was an almost predatory gleam in his eye which hadn’t been there before.
It was just nerves, she thought to herself. She was just helping a really nice man do something special for his girlfriend.
With that, she picked up the first of the items they had chosen earlier. This one was a fairly modest set consisting of a corset with matching underwear in green silk.
“Just turn around, and I’ll try this one on.”
He turned around politely, putting his hands over his face as Melody started to undress. She tried to hide her nerves behind a stream of chatter about the designer, the weather – anything at all except the situation she had gotten herself into.
“OK. You can look, now.”
He turned, and just as she had imagined earlier, Melody found herself under that intense gaze. There was no question now that there was a hunger in the depth of his eyes as he slowly examined her.
“Stunning. Simply, stunning.”
Melody blushed scarlet, unable to meet his eyes.
“Hardly. But thank you for saying so.”
He shrugged, letting this pass.
“I think that’s a keeper. Let’s try the next set.”
The rustle and swish of silk against skin filled the silence as Melody changed into a bra and
panties of burgundy silk. The fire in his eyes burned hotter this time when he turned to look at her, and Melody felt very vulnerable under his scrutiny.
“Turn around for me.”
His voice held a note of command now, replacing his earlier charm and diffidence. Melody sensed a thrill of some feeling coursing through her. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? Probably
something of all of those. He sounded very much like a man who was accustomed to being obeyed, and she found herself responding immediately.
Slowly, Melody turned around, certain she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin.
“Do you like it?”
“I’m not sure about this one. Put on the next set for me.”
Melody’s heart pounded as she considered the set of lingerie which was now at the top of the
pile – a tiny, very sheer bra and thong set which would hide absolutely nothing.
It had seemed like a good choice when they were roaming the store earlier. Now, the idea of modeling it for him was both thrilling and daunting, although far less daunting than the thought
of refusing him. “O...OK.”
Was that the ghost of a smile on his lips as he turned away, this time?
All too quickly, Melody was dressed – if that word could really be applied to a few small triangles of transparent material held together by thin strings.
Melody caught sight of herself in the mirror. As she had feared, the lingerie hid nothing at all. Her traitorously-erect nipples were very visible through the sheer material of the bra, as were the small triangle of hair between her legs, and even the lips of her pussy.
She looked over her shoulder to check the view from behind. If anything, it was even worse. The thin string of the thong panties disappeared completely between the cheeks of her ass, leaving her totally exposed.
Melody was mortified, her cheeks burning with humiliation.
As soon as she told him to turn around and look, she would be utterly exposed before this strange man. If anything, wearing this lingerie was even worse than if she were totally naked. The bra and panties simply drew attention to her most intimate parts, as they were designed to do, she admitted to herself, while hiding nothing.
She knew she should just call the whole thing off. Get dressed again in her sensible jeans and sweatshirt, and just leave. And yet, she knew she wasn’t going to do that.
Something inside of her was responding to this situation – to displaying herself for this stranger, and obeying his commands. Each time he told her to do something in that peremptory tone, an electric thrill coursed through her body, and dressing up (or down) to display herself for
him made her feel sexy and proud – especially the gleam she saw in his eyes whenever he looked at her that way.
Still, she trembled with that same combination of fear, excitement and anticipation as she said, making a conscious effort not to cover herself with her arms, “I’m ready.”
This time, when he turned to look at her, there was no mistaking the gleam of hot lust in his eyes. Slowly, his gaze traveled up and down her body, devouring her inch by slow inch.
The silence stretched unbearably, and Melody found herself compelled to fill it.
“Do you like it?”
She felt like a deer pinned in headlights as he said nothing, just continuing to burn her with
his hot, penetrating stare.
“Shall I turn around for you?”
Without waiting for a reply, just wanting to be out from under that intense scrutiny, Melody
turned around to present her, in effect, naked ass to him. She could almost swear she felt his eyes like lasers on her skin, and imagining his expression was almost as embarrassing as facing it. Turning back toward him, she smiled shyly as their eyes met for a moment. She desperately wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she knew that would annoy him. Or, even worse, disappoint him, and something inside of her recoiled from the thought.
Finally, he broke the silence, gesturing to the small wooden chair in the corner of the booth. “Sit down. I think we need to add a couple of things.”
Melody sat, glad to be even just a little less blatantly on display.
He gathered a few items from the pile, and handed her a pair of sheer, black hold-up
stockings.
“Put these on, my dear,” he said in a gentler tone, a small smile of approval on his lips.
A warm wave of contentment swept through Melody at the thought that she had pleased him.
As she leaned forward to put on the first stocking, she could see more evidence of his approval, or at least arousal, presenting itself in the obvious bulge which was making a tent of his pants. She smiled, pleased that she had had this effect on such a powerful, dominant man.
Pulling on the second stocking, she mused to herself that this felt like such an intimate act – putting on underwear with him watching her so appreciatively. She found herself enjoying the sensation, almost performing for him as she adjusted the tops of the stockings until they lined up perfectly.
The next item he handed her was a pair of Louboutin stilettos with higher heels than she had ever worn before. Surprisingly, the shoes were exactly her size, and Melody realized with a start that neither of them had mentioned that ‘friend’ of his for quite some time.
Slipping on the shoes, she rose unsteadily to her feet, reaching out to catch his arm for balance.
“Better.” he said, “One more thing, I think.”
He picked up a large costume-jewelry necklace, standing directly in front of her as he reached behind her neck to fasten it. His fingers felt very warm on her skin, and Melody caught a whiff of his cologne – something warm and spicy, and very masculine. It made her think of leather chairs in front of an open fire, in a room filled with rare books.
Nodding approvingly, he continued, “Now, let your hair down for me.”
Although she usually kept it tied up in a sensible bun, not even Melody could find fault with her hair. She knew it was one of her best features. She shook her head as the glossy black waves cascaded down around her shoulders.
He kept his eyes locked to hers as she did this, and a moment of deep, wordless communication passed between them. Melody understood that whatever was happening here had nothing at all to do with a shopping trip.
He came to stand right behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he turned her towards the mirror. She shivered at his touch, then gasped as she saw her reflection in the mirror.
Instead of the usual studious-looking girl with a clean-scrubbed face wearing sensible college clothes, the mirror showed her a sultry vixen wearing heavy makeup, her long black hair falling past her shoulders as she posed, shockingly dressed in nothing but provocative lingerie.
“So, my dear. What do you think?”
“That...that’s not me. I don’t look like that.”
“On the contrary. This is exactly how I imagined you, the moment I first laid eyes on you.” “But...”
“Take a good look, and tell me what you see.”
Melody took a deep breath, then tried to look dispassionately at the mirror, as if she were a
stranger looking at a picture.
“I see a man and a girl,” she began, hesitantly. “Go on. Tell me about them.”
Her voice gained a little strength as she continued, describing him first.
“He’s tall, and very well dressed. He looks successful and powerful. A little older, but still very handsome. Distinguished. He looks like the head of a big company, or something.”
He chuckled, “Flatterer.”
His breath was warm against her skin as he leaned down to murmur into her ear, “Tell me about her.”
“She looks very nervous, a little frightened, maybe. Compared to him, she seems so small. Vulnerable.”
“Continue.”
A note of bitterness crept into Melody’s voice as she gave her usual, critical assessment of herself, “She’s skinny, with long dark hair. Not much in the way of hips or breasts, and her legs are too thin.”
“Hmm. Well, that’s definitely not how I’d describe her,” he replied, his warm hand still resting on her bare shoulder. “I’d say she was slender, with a beautiful figure.”
He moved his hand down from her shoulder as he described her. The feeling of his warm hand sliding over her skin made Melody’s heart pound, and her breath catch in her throat.
He continued, “I’d say her hips are just right, which is why she has such a wonderfully pert little ass.”
His hand slid over her hip and gently caressed her ass as he said this, softly cupping and squeezing. Melody’s mouth formed a small O and she sighed softly.
She had been touched before, of course. She’d had a few rather unsatisfactory sexual encounters with boys her own age – mostly hurried fumbles that left her wondering why she had bothered.
This couldn’t have been more different. His touch was slow and assured. No rushing, no nervousness (at least, none on his part). Melody felt she was being played like a musical instrument as his confident hand glided smoothly over her body, sliding around her waist and along the smooth, flat planes of her stomach.
“I would say her breasts were just the right size,” he said, cupping one in his hand. Her hard nipple nestled into his palm, “perfectly formed, with beautiful nipples.” Gently gripping one in between his fingers, making her gasp. “And, judging by how hard they look, I’d say she was quite aroused at the moment. Wouldn’t you, my dear?”
She struggled to make her voice work, her throat suddenly dry, “Y...yes.”
She could feel his body at her back, the pressure of his hard-on pushed against her as he stood behind her with her breast still cupped in that confident, virtuoso hand.
“What about the way she’s dressed?” He went on, “If he looks like a successful businessman, what does she look like?”
Melody’s voice quavered as she forced herself to continue. Looking at the image in the mirror, she could only think of one answer. “She looks...she looks like...” her voice dropped to a mere whisper, “...a whore.”
Melody felt as if her cheeks were on fire and she burned with humiliation. Dropping her head, she peeked out from beneath her hair to see his reaction in the mirror.
He chuckled, softly, “Well, I suppose that’s one possibility. Although, probably not the word I would have chosen.”
Melody looked up, curiously, as he continued. “No, I wouldn’t say she was a whore. I think she’s something else.”
Keeping his eyes locked to hers in the mirror, he drew out the next sentence, “I think she’s...” “Yes?”
His voice dropped to a soft murmur, warm lips brushing at her ear as he slowly delivered the
last word, rolling it in his mouth like a rich, sweet candy, “...a slut.”
Melody gasped in shock, an instinctive protest on her lips, “I’m not a...”
Her voice trailed off, uncertainly. She looked at the girl in the mirror. After all, they were
talking about that girl, weren’t they? Not straight A student Melody. Not dowdy Melody, the awkward outsider. No, they were talking about the sultry girl in the mirror, with her slender hips, pert ass and ‘perfectly formed’ nipples. They were talking about that girl, the one wearing nothing but sexy lingerie and high heels as she stood there with a perfect stranger gently caressing her body.
And, the way he’d said that word... Melody had only ever heard it used as an insult before, but the way he said it made it sound like something special, something precious. As if it were a title to which one should aspire.
Melody shuddered. After a long pause, in a barely-audible voice she whispered, “Yes, that’s what she is. She’s a... a slut, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” he said in an approving tone, “yes, I do believe she is. But,” he continued, “look at them, carefully. She’s not just anyone’s slut, is she?”
“No,” Melody whispered. “no, she’s not a slut for anyone else. She’s his slut. She’s only a slut for him.”
Her mind was awhirl. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Just a few short hours ago, everything had been normal – just another ordinary day. Now, everything was different.
This situation. Him. She felt as if, rather than simply looking into a mirror she had, like Alice, actually stepped through it into another world. A world where all the safe, comfortable things she thought she knew had been turned upside down. But, at the same time, she had never felt so alive, or so aroused.
Everything felt incredibly intense; the feeling of his warm hands on her skin, the smell of him, and the sensation of his strong body pressed against her. Whatever else was going to happen here, Melody knew she didn’t want to go back to that other, dull, humdrum world.
She felt his teeth bite gently on the lobe of her ear, before he murmured, “And, what does she want, that beautiful little slut?”
“She wants...she wants to please him. To do whatever he tells her.”
“Well then, I’m sure she shall,” he replied.
As he continued, she heard the earlier note of command enter his voice once more, and felt it
stirring something deep within her. “Now, put your hands behind your back...slut.”
Melody let out a low moan at the last word; the first time he had directly referred to her that way. As instructed, she placed her arms behind her back, and watched in the mirror as he slid both his hands over her body, caressing her smooth skin as he cupped her breasts, gently rubbing on her nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra. She felt as if her nipples were connected directly to her pussy, electric jolts of pleasure coursing through her as she felt her nether lips swell. Behind her back, her hands were pressing on the hard bulge in his pants, and she started
slowly rubbing them up and down, stroking him through his clothes.
He pinched both her nipples harder, sending a quick spike of pain through her body, making
her gasp. She looked into his eyes in the mirror, and saw the satisfaction in them. He had enjoyed hurting her and, she knew, at some level she had enjoyed letting him do it.
He started to slide a hand down her belly, fingertips slipping under the waistband of her thong. Suddenly desperate to be touched there, she moaned, “Oh, yes,” only to groan in frustration as his hand stopped.
“What do you want, little slut?”
“I want...I want you to touch me.”
“Then ask, slut. Ask nicely.”
“Please,” she moaned, “please touch me.”
He chuckled, “But I am touching you.”
“No,” she moaned, “touch me there. Touch my...my pussy, please.”
“Please what, slut?”
“Sir,” she gasped, “Oh, please touch my pussy, Sir.”
Melody watched in the mirror, fascinated, as his hand slowly slid beneath the sheer thong.
The touch of his fingertips on the moist softness of her pussy brought a low moan from deep in her chest, and he began to slowly stroke up and down the length of her swollen lips.
Behind her back, she carried on stroking the large bulge of his cock, gripping and squeezing it as his fingers started teasing the hood of her clitoris. Frustrated by the material, her fingers discovered his zipper. Pulling it down, she reached in to claim her prize. She curled her fingers around the soft, silky skin, slowly sliding her hand up and down the burning shaft. So hard, she thought to herself, happy to have affected this man so powerfully.
He groaned with pleasure as she stroked him, his fingers working busily across the hood of her clit while he tugged and pinched her nipples with his other hand.
Melody kept her eyes on the mirror. It was hard to believe that she was the wanton hussy she saw reflected there. She had never had any submissive tendencies before, or none that she was aware of anyway. But something about letting this dominant man use her as his slut struck a powerful chord within her. It felt right, somehow.
Letting him take control made her feel safe and, at the same time, more sexually charged than she could ever remember being in her whole life.
His fingers brought her to the edge of orgasm and held her there, denying her release as she gasped and moaned. Clutching the hard shaft of his cock, she begged for release, her mind lost in the images from the mirror.
“Oh, Sir. Please, Sir. Make her cum. She wants it so badly. Please.”
He chuckled, softly, “Not just now, my sweet little slut. You have a way to go yet before you’ll be allowed that.”
Melody groaned softly as he continued, “Now, take off that pretty underwear.”
She hurried to comply, eager to do anything she was ordered to as she fell deeper and deeper into her role as his slut. Soon, she was standing in nothing but stockings, high-heels and the necklace.
“Good girl. Now, get down on your knees, where you belong.”
As Melody sank gracefully to the floor, she looked at the tableau in the mirror. She saw a slender, naked young girl kneeling at the feet of a suited businessman, his hard cock jutting aggressively toward her face. The blatant sexuality and submission in the image was almost shocking.
God, she thought to herself, I look like I’m in a porno movie or something. The thought thrilled her. She, the shy and awkward one, was now a sexy, wanton slut. She felt confident and desirable. Powerful, even as she gave complete control to this stranger – and it was complete. She knew she would do anything he told her to do. Be the perfect slut, for him.
I don’t even know his name, she marveled to herself. That made it even sexier, the mystery of it – giving herself to an unknown man she’d only just met.
She reached for his cock, only to pull her hand back as he snapped, “No. Hands behind your back, slut.”
“Yes, Sir.” she nodded, meekly.
Clasping her hands behind her back, she waited for her next command.
He reached down to gather up her long, dark tresses into his hand, making a fist in her hair.
“Open your mouth, slut.”
Melody did as she was told, opening her mouth wide as his hand guided her head towards his
cock. She looked in the mirror, the image she saw there making her pussy throb before the feeling of his hard shaft entering her mouth drove all coherent thought from her mind.
She strained to keep her mouth open wide enough to take him without letting her teeth touch his shaft, the spongy head pushing into her mouth and the soft, silky skin of his cock gliding over her tongue. His fingers were pulling on her hair as he fed more and more of his shaft into her mouth before pulling back, his cock glistening with her saliva when he withdrew it, only to thrust forward once more.
On her knees, obediently keeping her hands clasped behind her back, Melody surrendered control to him, letting him fuck her mouth. The feeling of being used for his pleasure was a warm glow inside her. His hard shaft slid smoothly in and out of her mouth as she sucked him, the taste and the masculine smell of him filling her senses.
“Mmm. That’s good, slut. You’re an excellent little cock-sucker.”
The crude words, which would have horrified and insulted her just a few hours ago, made her smile. Melody looked up, her green eyes gazing adoringly at the man who was ravishing her mouth.
“Now, deeper slut,” he growled, “I want to see you swallow my cock like a good little whore.”
So, it seemed she was a whore after all, Melody thought wryly.
Taking a firmer grip on her hair, he pulled her head forward, feeding her more of his rock- hard shaft. She felt the head pressing against the back of her mouth, making her gag, and a feeling of panic rose up inside her. He continued to push, his cock pressing harder and harder at the entrance to her throat, and Melody couldn’t take it any more. Putting her hands on his thighs, she pushed herself back, coughing as his cock slipped from her mouth. When she looked up, his eyes were bright with anger.
“I told you to keep your hands behind your back, slut.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry. I panicked.”
He raised an eyebrow, sardonically, “I can see I’m going to have to be a bit more strict with
you, slut.”
Picking up a black silk scarf from the pile, he crouched down behind her. “Give me your
hands.”
Melody placed both hands behind her. As he quickly and confidently tied her wrists, she felt
conflicting feelings warring inside her. A part of her knew she should feel outraged. Was she insane, letting a strange man tie her up so he could force his cock down her throat? But, another side of her was enjoying this. Against all reason, being bound made her feel safe and secure.
As she let her choices slip away, she felt a new clarity. Even though she didn’t want to be free, she struggled, testing her bonds, feeling a deep satisfaction when she found that they held her hands firmly in place.
She knew he was going to use her hard, pushing her beyond her limits. But she had surrendered control, and it was all OK. She was his to use, and she was content.
“Let’s try that again, slut.”
Grasping her hair once more, he fed his cock into her willing mouth. As the head butted against the back of her throat, Melody made an effort to fight her gag reflex and relax.
He pressed harder. “Now swallow, slut.”
Melody did as she was told, the muscles in her neck spasming as she tried to imagine she was taking an enormous pill. She felt the head of his cock slip into her throat.
“Good. Very good. Now, relax and breath softly through your nose.”
She found that she could take small, slow breaths through her nose, and tried to stay relaxed as she felt his cock pushing deeper. Slowly, she felt it entering her throat, and fought not to choke.
Finally, Melody felt his zipper scratching at her lips as her face was pressed to his crotch, the full length of his hard cock shoved down her throat. As slowly as he’d forced it into her, he pulled out, the shaft glistening as it slowly emerged from her lips. Melody coughed and spluttered when it was finally withdrawn. Her throat feeling raw. But, his praise and the look of approval in his eyes was worth it.
“Well done, little slut. The first time is always the hardest. Now, let’s fuck that pretty little mouth properly.”
So saying, he tugged her head forward, fingers pulling painfully at her hair. Melody barely had time to understand what was happening before his cock was deep in her throat again. This time, there was no slow preparation, no patiently feeding her his shaft. He simply thrust into her, viciously, his cock pumping in and out of her mouth as he fucked her face, pressing her lips to his crotch again and again as he all but raped her mouth.
Tears streamed down Melody’s cheeks. She couldn’t think, she could hardly even breathe – barely managing to snatch some air whenever his cock was pulled from her mouth.
As he yanked her head back and forth, Melody felt helpless and utterly used...and she loved it. Her pussy throbbed every time he thrust into her, and when he looked down at her and growled, “Look at me, slut. Let me see those pretty green eyes while I’m fucking your face.” she almost came.
Then he pulled out and turned away. Melody regarded her image in the mirror. Disheveled and sweating, her eye makeup had run in long streaks down her face. She knelt, panting for breath.
Taking the chair from the corner of the room, he positioned it in front of the mirror before grasping Melody by the shoulders and bending her over so that she knelt on the floor with her body across the chair, her breasts pillowed on the velvet padding of the cushioned seat, hands still tightly bound behind her back.
They way he had positioned her, both of them had an excellent view in the mirror as he knelt behind her.
Melody felt the tip of his cock brush against the lips of her pussy, and her eyes drifted closed as she sighed with pleasure. She wanted this so badly. But all that she felt was his the very tip of him rubbing against her, sliding maddeningly slowly up and down her swollen cleft as he teased her. He chuckled when she wiggled her hips, trying to push back to get his cock inside her, but to no avail.
“Ohhh, Sir. Please.”
“Please what, slut?”
“Please don’t tease me, Sir. Give it to me, please,” she moaned, voice hoarse from her recent,
brutal throat-fucking.
“Tell me what you want, slut. Be specific. I want to hear you say it.”
Melody groaned in frustration as the teasing continued. She tried to focus her mind to come
up with the right words to end this torment. Suddenly, she knew just what to say. She was his slut, and she was damned well going to be the best and sluttiest slut she could possibly be.
“Please Sir, fuck me. Fuck your slut’s tight, wet cunt. I need it so badly. Shove your cock in me. Fuck me hard, like the nasty little whore I am.”
She felt his hands grip the cheeks of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her hips back, his cock suddenly stretching and filling her. He penetrated her, burying his shaft inside her in one long thrust. Melody grunted as she was filled, the breath driven out of her body. She was still very tight, and the sudden invasion was almost painful in its intensity.
“Oh my god. Oh yesss.”
She watched in the mirror, spellbound at the sight of herself getting royally fucked. His cock pistoned in and out of her, his hands on her hips yanking her backwards, slamming her ass against his body as he drove himself into her, pounding her pussy.
Her body gleamed with a sheen of sweat, and she looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror, rapt at the expression on his face as he relished the sensations of her tight young body squeezing his shaft.
Her hands clenched into fists as she strained against her bonds. The feeling of being tied up and fucked was so extreme, so mind-blowing, that Melody soon felt herself approaching her climax. Without missing a beat, he slid a hand down the length of her body, pressing his fingertips against her skin as if he were raking his nails down her back, his hand sliding farther and farther down.
She felt the pad of his thumb rubbing against her anus. Such intimate contact, coming so unexpectedly, threw Melody over the edge. Her mind exploded in bright flashes of color as she screamed, wordlessly. Her body shook and spasmed on the chair, wave after wave of pleasure obliterating all thought. Never had she come so hard, or for so long, and the feeling of his cock still moving inside her kept her riding the crest of her orgasm until she thought she might actually pass out.
When she could think again, she heard amusement in his soft voice, “I told you you would be allowed to cum, eventually, little slut.”
“Mmm, yes Sir, you did,” she said with a languid smile.
Melody realized with a shock that his thumb was slowly pumping in and out of her ass. In the throes of her climax, she hadn’t even noticed when he pushed it into her. It was a strange feeling – not unpleasant, exactly. In fact, as she lay across the chair, basking in the afterglow, she found that she was enjoying it, but it was so very intimate – even more so than having him inside her.
“Ooh, Sir,” she sighed, her eyes drifting closed.
His thumb slowly withdrew, and she felt his fingers rummaging at her pussy as he anointed them with her copious juices before pressing the tips of two fingers to her asshole.
“Ohhh, Sir,” as he slowly pushed, stretching her as she accepted this intrusion. Lubricated with her secretions, his fingers slid smoothly inside her. He pumped them slowly in and out, finger-fucking her ass.
His other hand was at the back of her neck, fingers gripping gently. It made Melody feel owned, like a cherished pet. She relaxed bonelessly, enjoying the feeling of his fingers moving in and out.
“Sir?”
“Yes, my sweet slut?”
“Are you going to fuck my ass, now?”
“Yes, slut. I am.”
“I’ve never done that before, Sir. Will it hurt?”
“It doesn’t have to, my dear. As long as you’re well-prepared, it needn’t hurt at all.”
Melody considered this as she watched herself in the mirror, naked and bound as he held her
neck and pushed his fingers into her ass. She thought about how it might feel when that hard cock was pushed into her – looking at herself in the mirror as she gave herself utterly to this man, watching him take her anal virginity.
“Sir? Would you...I mean, please could you...” she stammered, unable to get the words out.
Blushing crimson, she spoke in a rush, eager to finish before she changed her mind, “Please, I want you to make it hurt, Sir. I want it to hurt when you fuck my ass.”
He looked into her eyes, and Melody squirmed as his gaze seemed to penetrate deep into the core of her. Her cheeks burned with shame, and she could hardly believe what she had just asked of him. Finally, he bent over her and placed a single, soft kiss on her cheek.
“My sweet slut,” he murmured, “you have no idea how much it pleases me for you to ask me that.”
He knelt behind her. Turning her bound hands he placed them palm-down, one on each cheek of her ass.
His voice hardened, taking on the now-familiar tone of command.
“Now, spread those lovely cheeks for me, little slut. Show me that gorgeous, tight little asshole and ask nicely for me to fuck it.”
Melody groaned, fully committed now to her role as his slut. The wickedness of the act made her pussy moisten as she did as she was told, her hands spreading the cheeks of her ass to expose the tiny rosebud of her anus for his perusal. Despite everything that had gone before, she blushed as she revealed herself so intimately for him.
“Oh god, yes. Please fuck my ass, Sir. I want you to shove your cock up my tight ass and make me your bitch. Fuck my ass hard. Make your nasty little slut scream for you, Sir.”
He placed the tip of his cock at her anus, and started to push. As her ass was stretched wider and wider, Melody’s resolve wavered. His fingers had prepared her somewhat, but his cock felt enormous as it slowly forced her open.
“Oh no, no, no, no. Oh god, it’s too big. Sir. You’re going to rip me open.”
“Just relax, little slut, relax and let it happen. It will only hurt for a little while, I promise.” Taking comfort in his tone more than his words, Melody tried to make herself relax. She had
asked him to make it hurt (in a moment of utter madness, she now thought), and it did. Her ass burned as the head of his cock finally forced its way inside her. Thankfully, that eased the pressure a little, and she panted breathlessly as he held still for a little while, allowing her to adjust.
“That’s the worst of it over with, slut. Just a little more pain, and then nothing but pleasure.”
Melody watched herself in the mirror as he slowly eased more of his hard shaft into her ass. Her eyes were wide and fearful as she was buffeted by strange sensations.
Her ass still hurt although, just as he’d promised, the pain was dwindling. But, she had never in her life felt so thoroughly filled. She could almost swear his cock was pushing up to her throat, stealing her breath away.
Finally, the full length of his shaft was buried in her ass. Melody’s breath was coming in short gasps, and the feeling of being completely stuffed was almost frightening, it was so intense.
Very slowly, he started to move inside her, making small, gentle strokes as he rocked his hips back and forth, beginning to fuck her ass.
Gradually, he increased the tempo, and started to take longer strokes. Melody watched herself in the mirror, as she had said she would. Her mouth made a small O as she gave a little gasp at each thrust.
“Your ass is magnificent, slut. You are a truly superb fuck.”
Looking at his face, she knew he was being deliberately crude. Nonetheless, any praise from him gave her a warm feeling of happiness, making her so glad that she had pleased him. As he had promised, there was no pain anymore. In its place, she could feel a rapidly-building warmth as his hard cock drove in and out of her, waves of sublime pleasure lifting her up.
His hands were on her shoulders now, pulling back hard with every thrust, forcing his cock as deep into her ass as he could. Melody loved feeling his strong hands on her body as he fucked her. His strokes were coming faster and faster until, with a loud cry, she felt him let go – his cock shoved deep into her ass as it twitched and jerked, jets of his cum shooting inside her depths.
She felt his cock slide out of her ass as he stepped back; Melody felt completely spent as she slumped across the chair
Carefully, he tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped himself up before lifting Melody to her feet. Turning her around, he quickly undid the bonds at her wrists.
His eyes were shining, and Melody thought that she saw genuine affection for her in them as he smiled down at her.
“Get dressed, little slut.”
“Yes, Sir,” she nodded. Then, “Sir?” she asked, in a small voice.
“Yes, my dear?”
“Sir, is this?...I mean, was it just today?”
He smiled, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her forehead, “I most certainly hope not, my
beautiful little slut.”
Reaching into his pocket, he handed her a card bearing nothing but an anonymous email
address.
“Take some time and think it over, my dear. After a few days, and if you feel you want to
meet again, I would be very happy to hear from you.”
Melody gave a small, shy smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I’m going to leave now, little slut. Take your time getting dressed.”
With a casual wave of his hand, he indicated the pile of expensive lingerie, shoes and
accessories, “Why don’t you keep all of this? I’ll take care of it on my way out. You never know,” he continued, with a twinkle in his eye, “if you do decide to contact me again, you might need some of it.”
With that and a smile he left the booth, closing the door behind him.
Melody slowly gathered her thoughts and put her regular college clothes back on. The whole episode felt unreal, almost as if it had all been a dream. But her sore throat and pussy, not to mention her abused ass with his cum still trickling out, left her in no doubt that it had all really happened.
If she had been able to hear it, Melody might have been very interested in the brief conversation taking place at the checkout desk.
“How was she?”, asked the shop assistant, with a knowing smile.
“Superb.” He replied, “Everything I could have hoped for. In fact, I’m doubling your finder’s fee for this one. She’s truly exceptional.”
“Always happy to be of service,” she replied, pocketing the large wad of bills he handed to her. “I’ll let you know if I notice any other promising candidates.”
“Please do,” he smiled, walking out of the shop.
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Back in her normal life, Melody found herself daydreaming frequently, over the next few days. In idle moments, her mind kept drifting back to that day in the lingerie store. There was no doubt that her life had changed. She was filled with a calm self-confidence that must have shown, because she found she was getting a lot more attention from her classmates and teachers.
She felt happier than she had in a long time, and sexier too, which would explain the looks she was suddenly noticing from the boys around campus. One of them even summoned up the courage to ask her out (she politely declined).
After a few days had passed, Melody dressed herself up in her favorite lingerie – the outfit he had made her wear – and her new high-heeled shoes, and took a long hard look at herself in her bedroom mirror.
Was this what she really wanted?
Yes, she decided. Yes it was.
Melody sat down at her computer and started to type an email. “Hello, Sir...”
Melody’s story continues in...
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Melody Exposed
Melody learns more about the new world she has discovered. Following her unseen Master’s texted instructions, Melody finds herself in the video booth of an adult bookstore, watching porn as she touches herself in front of an unseen audience, and learns just how far she is willing to go.
EXCERPT
It was strangely liberating. Melody couldn’t relate to the men groping her as people – they were nothing but hands. So, she could abandon herself utterly to the pure sensation of being touched. And yet, she was perfectly aware that she, formerly-shy Melody, was standing virtually naked in an adult bookstore letting at least three totally unknown men grope her while others looked on. The thought brought a wicked smile to her lips as she luxuriated in the feeling of being touched and lusted after. Her skin tingled, and every caress seemed to send her arousal spiraling higher.
One of the hands which had been groping her thigh withdrew. Melody glanced down at the corresponding hole and saw a long, hard cock being slowly thrust through the wall. The anonymous hand and arm replaced by an equally anonymous prick, jutting into the room and pulsing gently in time with its owner’s heartbeat.
She stared at it, licking her lips and studying it intently. Shifting to one side, she let her hips brush against the shaft, feeling the heat of it through her skin. Melody loved the thought of this unknown man getting so hard for her. Her Master’s instruction to keep her hands clasped above her head was a maddening frustration. She wanted so badly to reach down and...
“Touch it.” The beep of her phone startled her as the message popped up on the screen. Melody smiled to herself, loving the fact that he knew her desires so well. She reached down to circle the fingers of her right hand around the cock, feeling it twitch in her grasp as she squeezed it. So hard, she thought to herself. Gripping it firmly, Melody started to slide her hand up and down the shaft. She heard a masculine groan of pleasure through the wall behind her, and smiled to herself.
Then, it was her turn to moan as the hand at her crotch pulled her panties to one side, and she felt fingers pushing roughly into her pussy.
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