Monday morning found Melissa no closer to a solution to her problems than she had been on Saturday. Martin had appeared completely ignorant of her sexual encounters and for that, she was thankful, but she continued to remember a voice-a man's strong voice that was screaming, "Melissa, you little bitch! So this is how you spendyour time when I'm not around!" She could still hear the harsh voice demanding, "What the hell are you doing? Are you holding a fuckathon?"
She purged her brain for an image but none appeared. She couldn't remember, just simply couldn't remember.
Noon came and went and she forced herself to eat, sipping coffee and nibbling at a green salad. Martin would be late again tonight, he had said. There was a new account to service and Nagel expected him to make a good showing.
By three o'clock Melissa was toying with the notion of going shopping again. Then she remembered she didn't have the keys for her car and that made her feel bad. She decided to call Sandino and have him send her things over to the house. Someone surely must have found them by now.
Sandino wasn't in. The girl at the switchboard took her telephone number and promised to have him call the moment he came in. Melissa said that would be suitable and hung up.
She started to walk away from the phone when it rang.
A masculine voice answered her hello with a warm Salutation.
"Hi, baby."
"Hello," Melissa said again.
"How's your cunt, baby? Still pretty sore?"
Melissa was taken aback and she answered in a state of bewilderment. "How's my what?"
"Your cunt, baby. You know, your gorgeous little cunt."
The voice was cooing in her ear. She was certain it was the same voice she had heard Friday night.
"Who is this?" "Your friend, baby. You should remember." "Sorry, but I don't."
"Don't be like that, baby. You know why I called."
Melissa was becoming irritated.
"Of course I don't know why you called," she rasped into the phone. "Why don't you tell me before I hang up."
"Don't do that," the voice said. "Things would happen you wouldn't like."
"Like what?"
"Like a bundle being sent to your husband's office. I don't think he would like what he found in it."
"What would he find in it?" Melissa asked suspiciously.
"Clothing… keys. He might want to know where they came from."
"Where would they come from?"
"Your little orgy room at the country club. You remember that, don't you?"
"Oh God."
The man at the other end of the line chuckled. "You do understand, don't you, baby?"
"Yes," Melissa agreed reluctantly. "I understand."
"That's the mason I called you, baby." "To tell me you have my clothes?" "Right-and to tell you to come after them." "Why should I. Why don't you send them to me?" "I'd rather have you over here." "Why?" she asked.
"That's the trip, baby. You come over here and we will have our own little party."Melissa squeezed the phone. "Doing what?" "Fuckin', baby. Just good old fuckin'." "Why should I fuck you?"
"Because I say so or daddy gets the bundle. Understand?"
Melissa did understand, only too well. The man on the phone had her by the short hairs. "When do you want me to come?" There was another chuckle.
"Now, baby. Right now. I've got a big stiff cock and want you to play with it."
"No!" Melissa said.
"Yes, baby," the voice insisted in a firm tone. "Right now."
Melissa knew it was useless to argue.
"I'll do it," she promised. "Where are you?"
He gave her the name of a motel.
"Take a cab, baby. Have the driver bring you up to the driveway and you walk in from there."
It took the cab only a few minutes to whisk her to the motel. Melissa paid him and walked briskly toward the room she had been directed to. She was almost afraid to knock when she reached the door.
The young man who opened the door looked vaguely familiar. His dark collar-length hair looked freshly combed and brown eyes looked at her from behind a faint smile. "Hello, Melissa," he said. He stood back so she could enter the room.
She stepped inside, peering into the face, aware that they had met before and recently. Then he grinned and the image was burned into her mind. Yes, she had seen him before. A young man in a limousine. This was the driver who had picked her up for Sandino's party. Melissa paused just inside the door and returned his greeting.
"Well," she said. "I certainly didn't expect you."
"Small world," he said casually.
She had to agree that indeed it was.
Now that she was face to face with the man, he didn't seem all that terrible. She gave him a big smile, a flash of teeth and said thanks.
"It was nice of you to get my things," she beamed. "I was worried."
She glanced casually about the room, noting the shoddy furnishings and the dirty drapes.
"I'll take my things now," she suggested.
He moved back from the door and pushed it shut. Then he stood looking at her.
He said, "You're funny."
"You did say you had them?"
He nodded.
"Then if you give them to me, I'll go back home."
His answer was another amused chuckle. "Why the big rush, baby. We haven't become acquainted yet."
Melissa gestured and gave a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm not sure that I want to."
His smile became bolder. "You will, baby," he promised. "When I push my prick into your slippery little cunt, you will feel that I'm the best friend you ever had."
Melissa frowned. "What makes you think I want your prick in my cunt?"
"That's what it was made for, baby. Women were made to fuck and men are supposed to do the fucking. Take your clothes off and we'll get down to business."
Melissa shook her head. "I don't fuck men who force themselves on me!"
He was amused and showed it.
"Then lay down on the bed real quiet and I'll just push my prick into you. There isn't any reason to be unhappy when there is so much pleasure to be shared."
She moved uneasily. "And if I don't?"
"I may have to slap you around a little bit but you'll come around to it."
"You touch me and I'll scream!"
"Nobody cares. This motel is full of whores who scream. No one pays any attention to them."
"I could just walk out," she suggested.
He nodded in the affirmative. "Sure you could, but the bundle would go to your husband."
"And if I stay?"
"After I'm through with you, you can go any time you please," he promised.
Melissa set her lips and stared at his tanned face. "What do you want to do first?"
He grinned deeply and licked his lips. "Get your pants off. I've got a great big cock for you to play with."
It was so easy to undress that Melissa marveled at her own casualness. Only a few minutes before, she had feared this man and would have refused to remove even her blouse, but now she was slipping out of her bed, waiting and watching. She tossed her panties aside and stood before him naked and beautiful.
He liked her. She could tell by the way his eyes did the slow crawl, moving his gaze up from the patch of hair at her cunt, to the nipples of her firm round breasts. She would have to do what he desired, and perhaps she did owe him that much. After all, he had taken her away from an old man whose only interest in her was to find out how many positions she could get into and still make her cunt accessible to his cock. This man had taken her home, put her to bed and, in spite of the fact she had been naked, hadn't attempted to fuck her then.
"Why didn't you?" she asked suddenly.
He gave her a puzzled look. "Why didn't I what?" he asked back.
"Fuck me after you put me to bed?"
His grin came back and he didn't look so threatening. "You were spaced out, baby. There isn't any fun in fucking a woman who's out cold."
"You could have stayed until morning and fucked me then."
He shook his head. "Not after all the booze and pot they gave you. A man never wants to fuck a sick complaining woman."
Again, she had to admit that he was right.
As the fear of him ebbed from her thoughts, her mind began to accept the situation. She was here and she couldn't leave. Not until he had finished fucking her and was satisfied. Her face became set with a determined smile.
"Let's get on with it," she suggested.
His fingers unbuttoned his slacks. "You're going to get it, baby," he said.
When he opened the fly of his trousers, the white of his Jockey shorts was visible and a round bulge began to protrude. Melissa watched breathless as he pulled the zipper down, releasing the bulge, bringing it into full view. He looked so strong, so virile, so absolutely handsome that she could no longer associate him with the voice on the phone.
"It must be beautiful," she whispered.
She went down on her knees, grabbed the bulging fabric, rubbing her fingers over it, fondling, squeezing. The bulge began to grow. Her fingers probed for the opening of his shorts, seeking to pull that delicious prick free but the cock was pushing at the fabric so that she couldn't find the opening. She clawed at the mound, then, in desperation, grasped the waistband and jerked the garment downward. Her eyes feasted on his big prick as it was uncovered.
His huge prick flopped out, then hung dangling, like some immense sausage. She gazed at it, her lips quivering. She pounced on it, grasping it in her hand, lifting it, directing it between her lips. She was dying to suck his cock, to feel the force of that hot prick in her throat and to taste his hot cum. She knew it was wrong but she did want to suck his cock, then have him push it deep into her cunt.
She couldn't wait for him to undress, she wanted that beautiful cock fucking her mouth now. As her lips closed around his cock, she could see that he was vastly pleased.
Tuesday morning found Melissa suffering from a greater case of confusion and bewilderment than she had felt Saturday morning after she discovered Martin wasn't home. The fact that he seemed to know nothing about her Friday night orgy had lessened her misgivings. Then when Sandino's driver had called and stated ho was the one who had brought her home, it had lifted a load from her mind and reassured her that she was safe from being discovered.
But now she wasn't so certain. Her visit to the motel, her submission to the man she found there, and an afternoon of sexual bouts which could only have come from the foulest depths of a perverted mind, had served only to increase her anxiety. Now she didn't want to remember either him or his actions. She chided herself for giving in to the demanding sexual desires of her own body.
During the course of the afternoon and evening, she had been subjected to every form of sexual involvement that could be thought up by the mind of man. She had sucked his cock, licked his scrotum and even helped the young man undress so she could continue a tongue massage under his balls. All the time, he was licking her cunt and biting her clit. After that, he had decided he wanted a handjob and showed her how to do that. She learned to do a "round the world" which consisted of licking his asshole until he grew another hard-on. Then he insisted on fucking her in the ass. It left her very resentful and unhappy about the experience.
After hours of rolling on the bed, draping herself over chairs and going down on fours like an animal in heat, she had told him it was enough, that she wanted her clothing and was going home.
He gave her an amused grin. "You're funny," he told her. He burst into laughter.
"I'm leaving," Melissa said in a firmer tone.
The man glared at her. "You're going to shit!" he barked at her. "I called you because I want to fuck and that's what you're going to do-fuck!"
Melissa cringed.
"Please," she begged.
His eyes rolled and he drew his lips back in an evil grin. "Please," he mimicked.
Melissa peered helplessly at the pile of clothing beside the bed. She wanted to grab it, to dress and run, but she knew she couldn't. He would never permit her to dress and she couldn't leave naked. The man had become an animal. She tried to think.
"You can at least let me go to the bathroom," she pleaded.
"Sure, go shit, baby. Then I've got some more hot cock for you."
She reached for the pile of clothing, grasping for the skirt. Immediately he leaped at her. His hand swung around, landed with a loud smack on the side of her face. She rocked back in pain.
"Don't try that on me, you little bitch!"
Melissa fell back on the floor, tears welling up into her eyes. She could see him standing over her, arm raised, as if to hit her again. She raised her hands to shield her face. She began to cry.
Someone rattled the door.
The man turned away. He strode quickly to the door and threw it open. Two men sauntered in. He stood back, waved them inside.
"There she is fellows," he said, with a nod toward Melissa. "Fifty bucks gets you the best fuck this side of St. Louis."
"She really put on a show," one of them said. The driver laughed again -and pushed the door shut. He looked at the two newcomers. Then he grabbed the bills they pulled from their wallets. "She's still got a lot of good cunt left," he said. "Fucking doesn't hurt her any.
One of the men slapped him on the shoulder. "You always was a picker, Bucky," he exclaimed. "This time you really got a lulu."
Melissa grabbed for the bundle of clothing, climbed clumsily to her feet and headed for the bathroom. Bucky leaped in front of her. He jerked her arm and pulled her back to the bed.
"She's full of shit and vinegar," he said, panting. "You may have to hold, her down. What she needs is a good stiff prick right up her ass!"
Strong hands pushed her to her knees and she could see faces milling around her. One man was opening the fly of his pants. His cock flopped out. "I've got a good prick right here," he bragged. "That little ole gal is going to get a real ass-fuckin'."
Both men were undressing and Melissa watched them with tenor-stricken eyes.
Someone was standing over her, staring down at her. She could see a huge bag of balls and a gigantic prick. Then huge hands were forcing her back, flat on the floor. Then he was kneeling over her, thrusting his hand into her cunt while his friends looked on.
"Don't spoil it, Stacy," a voice said. "Make her eat your cock, first, then fuck her in the ass.
She could see the driver, the man whom the others had called Bucky, leaning over her.
"This gal is prime cunt," he said, grinning down at her. "She sucks you off like a saint but her fucking is like being in heaven. Don't spoil things, fellows. This cunt is top choice. Don't waste a load on her ass when she's such a good cocksucker."
Stacy made a face and rubbed his bloated cock. "You let her mouth-fuck you, Marty. Buck can bite her tits and I'll fuck her asshole."
Bucky cackled. "Do it any way you please. For another fifty, you guys can fuck her any way you want."
The third man was standing over her. He appeared to be aiming his prick at her face. "Ill take her mouth," he chirped. "I want to blow her full of good hot cum, My prick is just throbbing for action."
"Then fuck her mouth, stupid," Stacy said.
Melissa heard Bucky laugh and she shuddered. She tried to clamp her mouth shut but a hand at her chin, with fingers pressing her cheeks from each side, forced her mouth open. Marty lowered himself over her and aimed his prick into her oval cavity.
He pushed her hands away and jabbed downward, forcing his stiff prick into her mouth. "You bite me, girl, and I'll put out your eyes!" he threatened. He jammed his cock home, banging it against her throat. He grunted as his cock hit bottom. Then he pulled it back and did it again.
Melissa stiffened, moaned, and tears flowed down her cheeks. She was hurt and humiliated. She wasn't a whore or a paid prostitute. It wasn't right that they should treat her this way. In desperation she lifted her hands and grasped for the man above her.
"You like it, hun?" Marty cried. "Then here's some more cock." He began thrusting with great speed, pumping his ass up and down, driving his stiff prick into her mouth.
"Close your lips tight, baby," he told her. "I'm building a big load for you."
Stacy was working at her buttocks, probing for the hole he wanted to play with. "She's too flat on the floor," he complained. "I can't get my cock in her ass."
Marty grunted, but didn't slow his action. "Then stick it in her cunt, you damn fool," he panted. "I ain't goin' ta spoil this fuck because you ain't got no sense.
Bucky was eyeing the situation, looking for a way to improve Stacy's position. "Stick a pillow under her ass," he suggested. "That always makes fuckin' better.
Stacy found a pillow.
"Raise your ass, girlie!" he bellowed. I want to get a good look at your cunt!"
"Martin, honey, you're a wonderful cocksman," Melissa muttered. "Aren't you tiring, darling?"
Marty glared at Bucky, who was sitting on the floor, squeezing Melissa's tits. "What's this stupid bitch muttering about?" he growled. He stopped fucking for a moment. "She won't hold her lips tight and my cock don't want to come. Can't you do something with her, for Christ's sake?"
Bucky frowned. "You wanted to fuck her that way," he snorted. "If you can't get your load off, that ain't my fault. It still costs you a hundred bucks."
Marty slapped Melissa on the stomach. "Close your mouth, you stupid whore! I want to get junior to pissin like he's supposed to."
"No rough stuff," Bucky cautioned. "This babe isn't from Anderson's."
Marty slowed down. "You mean she ain't a real whore?"
"She's just a friend," Bucky said.
"Then I ain't gonna give you a damn dime! You said you had a gal who could cock suck. This one ain't worth a shit!"
"You blow your rocks and give me the money or you might find yourself at the bottom of the bay!" Bucky pointed an accusing finger at Marty. "Don't pull a rip off on me or you're dead!"
Marty said, "Oh shit!" He started jacking up and down again.
"I love the way you fuck, Martin," Melissa moaned. She tried to move her head but the prick in her mouth held her fast. "Can't we stop now? You must be very tired."
Marty slapped her on the cheek. "Shut up you stupid slut! Ole junior is building up a wad and you're going to get it."
He braced himself on his arms while he fucked up and down, ramming his throbbing cock into her mouth.
"Oh Jesus, baby," he gurgled.
"Here comes a hot batch!"
He grunted. "Jeeesssuuus!" He jabbed his flaring cock deep into her oral throat cavity.
"Take it, you fuckin' slut!" he bellowed. "Have a mouthful of cum!"
Stacy was attempting to force his inflated cock into her cunt. "This is a hell of a mess," he complained. "This here bag ain't giving me no help at all."
Bucky stopped squeezing her tits and glared at Stacy. "Then get your goddamn cock outta her ass and get the hell outta here! Her husband will be here to get her in about ten minutes."
"Oh Jesus Christ!" Stacy pulled his cock free from her reluctant cunt.
Marty had removed himself from above Melissa's face and was wiping his cock on his dirty shorts. "It wasn't worth no hundred bucks," he said, giving Bucky an approving wink. "But it wasn't bad."
"Then take your damn clothes and get your ass out of here! I'm leaving for Reno just as soon as I can get to the airport!"
"What about the whore?" Marty cast a satisfied glance toward Melissa. "What you gonna do about her?"
"Her husband can take care of her. I'll call her a cab on the way out."
"Bucky, you bastard!" Marty chirped. "You sure do know how to handle women!"
"And men, too," Buck answered. "Don't forget that."
Then they were gone and the last hours of Monday night were now a memory of pain and discomfort. Melissa remembered climbing to her feet and dragging her aching body to the bathroom, then creeping out into the night. The cab was there, waiting in the driveway entrance and in a few minutes she was home and in bed, throwing herself into the arms of a fitful sleep, beset by dreams of animals and people and she couldn't tell which was which.