Melissa (conclusion)

This is the conclusion of my second story (Melissa) in my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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After my first meeting with Melissa, I got home and showered and changed before Caitlin and the kids got home.

The scratches on my chest were noticeable, like five claw marks around each of my nipples. I'd have to be careful for the next week, there'd be no explaining this.

Fortunately, we never shower together anymore, and our closet/dressing area is in a separate area than the bedroom and bathroom, so I could navigate that easily enough.

Bed time would be tricky though. I usually sleep without a shirt on. I needed to think of something.

They got home and had already eaten dinner, so everyone cleaned up and went to bed. Caitlin was none the wiser. I waited until she was asleep, then climbed into bed with a t-shirt on.

I got up and showered and dressed the next morning before she got out of bed since it was a Saturday and she slept a little later. So far so good. Saturday night and Sunday morning were the same, but Monday morning she got up first and noticed my t-shirt.

She asked, "What's up with the shirt?"

I said I hadn't been feeling well and was cold at night.

She stepped back and said, "Don't give me the flu," and that was that. Easy.

I saw Melissa at our house Monday afternoon. She looked fantastic, and even more bubbly than usual.

I said, "Wow you look like you're in a good mood."

"Why wouldn't I be? I've got two great jobs, and got my pussy eaten and fucked by a nice big dick on Friday. I'm still glowing from all the orgasms!"

Thankfully the kids were out of earshot.

I said, "Well, there's more where that came from."

She replied, "I hope so. When?"

Since it was football season and I'm a fan, we decided I could get out on Sunday, Monday and/or Thursday evenings under the guise of "watching the game with the guys." We decided to make it happen that Thursday.

I slept with my shirt on for the next three nights, without further comment, and by Thursday all was healed and back to normal.

I told Caitlin that I'd be going out for the game Thursday night, she said fine, didn't even ask where or with who. This was not an unusual thing for me to do over our many years together, and in fact it was the fourth or fifth such time this season, although those were legit.

I got to Melissa's about 8:30, she had given me the codes to her building and apartment, so I walked in and found her just getting out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her wet hair and otherwise stark naked. She walked over and kissed me, I fondled her tits and grabbed her ass, my dick hardening to its full length immediately.

She said, "Get your cock out."

I lowered my shorts and she dropped to her knees, looked up at me, and took my cock all the way down her throat. I knew where this was going. This was an all-business blowjob. She wanted cum and wasn't going to stop until she had it. Thankfully for her I had a week's worth saved up.

I looked down and enjoyed her talents for a few minutes, watching her tongue my balls when my cock was all the way down her throat. This one was a treasure.

Eventually though I started concentrated on coming. I put my hands on her head (the towel had fallen off revealing her wet hair, a total turn on), and began to fuck her throat in earnest. She moaned as I did so, clearly signaling that she was enjoying what I was doing. Within a minute I was on the verge. I buried my cock in her throat, held her head still, and blasted a load of cum into her belly.

Melissa pulled my cock out of her throat to catch the last few dribbles of cum in her mouth, then stood up and gave me a big wet kiss. Some of my residual cum was lingering on her tongue, and Melissa stuck her tongue into my mouth as I eagerly accepted the cum swap. I figured that if women will kiss me after I've eaten their pussy, or put my cock in their mouth with their juices on it, how could I complain about tasting a little of my own cum? It was highly erotic.

Melissa broke our kiss and walked to her kitchen; bare ass naked.

"Want a drink?" she asked.

I asked for bourbon, on the rocks, and she returned with two of them. We sat in her living room sipping our drinks. I knew I needed about twenty minutes to get hard, so the drink break was necessary, but I also had that pussy on my mind.

I downed the last of my drink and walked over to her, standing above her sitting on the sofa. I knelt down and opened her legs, running my middle finger over her wet slit. I never broke eye contact as I slid my middle finger in slowly, and she met my gaze as it slid all the way in. The look in her eye changed as I slid it in deeper and deeper.

I moved in and out slowly about five times, then pulled the finger out and stuck it in my mouth, tasting her sweet juices, never breaking eye contact. Back to her pussy I went, sliding two fingers in this time, which was definitely tighter and got a more pronounced reaction from her eyes.

I slid those fingers out, and I saw her mouth open like a baby bird. I moved my hand up to her mouth and stuck those fingers in her mouth, and she eagerly sucked them clean with a groan.

One more time I went back in, getting more juice on my fingers, which I then rubbed onto her hard nipples so I could taste her pussy while I was fucking her later.

Finally, I moved my head down to her pussy, licking the outside of her swollen labia and pushing my tongue in, out and around her hole. She had just shaved her pussy bare, and it was so hot. My wife Caitlin had a small bush, and Lauren had a little landing strip as Melissa did last week, so this was the first shaved pussy I had encountered since before I was married. I got her off once, then a second time when I sucked her meaty labia into my mouth.

Then I stopped quickly, and she looked confused. I reached over for my drink and put two ice cubes in my mouth. The realization of what was about to happen hit her, and her eyes got wide, almost scared. Must have been a first for her.

I rolled the ice cubes around in my mouth for a few seconds, making sure my tongue was very cold. Her pussy was so hot, and my freezing cold mouth on her cunt sent her into orbit. She grabbed my head and pushed it into her pussy. I worked one of the ice cubes up into her cunt, and continued sucking her clit with my ice-cold mouth and tongue. I shoved two fingers back up into her and she exploded with another orgasm, letting loose a string of profanities that would make a sailor blush.

We laid there silent for a full minute or more, with me just gently licking her pussy lips and kissing the inside of her thighs while she recovered.

Finally, I moved up next to her on the couch, grabbed a blanket (she was still naked) and laid down next to her.

I must have drifted off momentarily, because I woke to her slowly stroking my cock back to life through my shorts.

She said, "Let's go to the bedroom," and I followed her perfect ass, shedding my clothes on the way.

She had me lay on the bed while she lovingly gave me head. This was a different approach from her, slower and more loving than she'd been so far. She was playing with my cock and balls, stroking and slowly licking me all over.

Melissa looked at me and batted her eyes as her tongue flitted around the head and rim of my cock.

"I love this big beautiful cock," she whispered in a sexy, throaty voice. "These balls are amazing and hold so much cum for me. Your cum is so delicious, and this big dick hits me in all the right places. Please fuck me."

She stopped and got on all fours and looked over her shoulder at me, her perfect round ass calling my name. I couldn't resist a taste of her ass first, so instead of fucking her right away as she was expecting, I spread her cheeks and started to tongue her asshole.

I wasn't surprised at her reaction - she loved it. I slowly slid a finger into her pussy while I licked her asshole, and within a few minutes she was back to her normal self.

"That's it, lick my asshole you dirty pig, shove your tongue into my ass and finger fuck my pussy, taste my ass and my cum..."

Gentle, loving Melissa was gone and foul-mouthed sex maniac Melissa was back.

After she came again, she looked back at me again and said, "Fuck me right now you cock sucker, and fuck me hard!"

I slid up behind her and pushed into her, and she threw her ass back at me with a vengeance. I remained still while she backed that ass up and fucked me. She was cursing at me that I wasn't fucking her hard as she had ordered.

As a quick aside, I had always felt that I'd like to take a much more dominant role in the bedroom. My wife never responded to spanking, hair pulling, name calling, etc. She felt that couples were as equal in the bedroom as outside of it, and that there shouldn't be any kind of dominant/submissive roles in a marriage or a sexual relationship.

As my marriage began to fail and I did some research, I learned that many, if not most, women enjoy much more rough, dominant sex. The man should, for the most part, call the shots, and if it got a little rough and nasty, that was great, it established that the man was in control and the woman could submit and not have to think about what she wanted.

At this moment with Melissa on her hands and knees in front of me, I decided that, going forward, I would become that person sexually.

I grabbed Melissa's hips and started banging her like there was no tomorrow. I reached around and cupped her tits and pinched her nipples, then wrapped my fingers in her wet hair and pulled her head back by the roots, hard!!

I said, "Is this how you want it slut? Huh? You like it rough, getting fucked hard, your hair pulled and your nipples pinched?"

Now I was playing her game. I could be submissive and be bossed around, but I could dish it out too. Melissa seemed to be wired similarly; she liked to be bossy on occasion, and yet be treated like a slut once in a while too.

I let go of her hair and slapped her ass HARD about a dozen times, leaving red handprints on her cheeks, then I decided to tickle her asshole a bit with my thumb. It was very wet from the previous licking. Just as I was about to penetrate her ass with my thumb, before I could do it myself, she reached back and grabbed my wrist and shoved my thumb into her ass to the base.

She screamed, "Oh God!"

I immediately yelled, "I'm coming" and I dumped another huge load into her. I pulled my thumb out and collapsed on top of her, sweaty and out of breath.

We laid there catching our breath, and finally she said, "Holy shit" and we both started laughing.

We were no doubt thinking the exact same thing - that we were so lucky to be enjoying some off the charts sex with no strings attached, that we were a completely compatible match sexually, and it was going to be a blast as long as it lasted.

Thinking back to our earlier cum-sharing kiss, I decided to take it to the next level. I rolled her over and worked my way down her body, kissing her tits and stomach as I descended.

Melissa opened her legs and welcomed me, and I was soon face to "face" with her open, used vagina. Her cunt lips were folded back, and a large dollop of my cum was poised at the entrance.

I looked up at her and said, "I guess this is what they call a 'cream pie' huh?"

"Mmmm yeah," she breathed in response. "No one has ever done this to me. Yeah baby, eat that pussy, suck all of that cum out of my cunt."

I attacked her with a vengeance, driving my tongue up into her and sucking as much cum as I could into my mouth. I was turned on beyond belief, and the taste of her pussy combined with my cum was immediately my new favorite cocktail.

I gathered up a half a mouthful of cum, then moved up and hovered over her.

Melissa understood, and as she rubbed her pussy, she opened her mouth and watched as I opened mine, cum sliding over my lips and dripping into her mouth. She groaned as my cum hit her tongue and she shuddered with another release, coming again as I filled her mouth with cum for the second time that night.

We kissed, sharing the remnants of my load, then I collapsed next to her again, both of us spent from some unbelievable, intense and satisfying sex.

I checked the time, jumped in the shower and went home with promises of another meet up soon.

Our next date was set for about five days later. Since our last time together, I had been thinking of how I ate Melissa's ass and how she really wanted me to finger her ass.

To this point in my life at that time, I had not had anal sex. With my ex-wife Caitlin, with Lauren, with Melissa and with some others that I had been with prior to meeting my wife, I had played around a little bit with my fingers and tongue, but no anal sex. Caitlin always enjoyed a finger or a thumb when I was fucking her, but the subject of licking her asshole or sticking my dick in her ass was always rejected.

I had a feeling Melissa would be different, and I intended it to be the focus of our next sex date. And I would take, rather than ask, using my new "I'm the boss" sexual personality.

That afternoon, I texted her:

"Listen you fuckin' slut. I'm taking your ass tonight. When you get home, take a good shower and be waiting for me in nothing but a useless old t-shirt when I get there. Your hair should still be wet. I'll be there at eight."

Melissa didn't reply at all, and I wondered what that meant.

I arrived a few minutes late. I let myself in. I didn't call out or announce my presence. I simply walked back to the bedroom, where I found her sitting on the edge of her bed in a skimpy, faded Levi's t- shirt, her hair still damp, as instructed. Her hands were folded in her lap as she sat motionless. I spied a tube of astroglide on her nightstand.

I walked up to her and stood in front of her. She remained still, but her eyes and breathing told me that she was turned on by tonight's possibilities.

"Stand up," I ordered, and she complied.

Reaching for the collar of her shirt, I suddenly ripped it right down the middle, splitting it in half and watching it fall to the floor at our feet. Melissa gasped at the force and quickness with which I did this, and I saw glimmer of increased arousal in her eyes.

"On your knees, slut," I commanded, and Melissa immediately dropped to her knees.

"Take my shorts off."

Melissa again did as I instructed, lowering my shorts as I stripped off my shirt. I was fully hard.

"Stroke me and open your mouth."

With that, I stepped forward and shoved my cock right down Melissa's throat. I gripped her head and forced her to deepthroat me. She coughed and gagged initially, but never resisted, allowing me to use her throat as I pleased. This was a new experience for me -- this role of complete dominance -- but I was relishing it and planned to continue under the right circumstances and with the right person.

I abused Melissa's throat for a good three minutes.

At one point she raised her eyes to meet mine, and I scolded her, "Don't look at me, fuckin' whore!"

Finally, I relented, withdrawing my cock without warning, leaving Melissa gasping for breath as she fell to her hands and knees to gather herself, forcibly spitting excess saliva onto the hardwood of her bedroom floor.

"Get up," I said coldly.

Melissa stood and faced me, eyes down toward the ground.

"Turn around, bend over the bed," I directed as I reached for the lube.

I applied a generous amount to my shaft, then dropped to my knees and spread Melissa's ass cheeks, rimming her asshole with my tongue and fingering her pussy with the other hand, jamming two fingers into her roughly.

I applied some more lube to my fingers, using them to finger her ass and prepare her for my cock. I pushed my dick into her pussy with one hard thrust, my middle finger buried deep within her ass.

Melissa was silent the whole time, playing the submissive role perfectly. I synched up my thrusts -- my dick and my fingers penetrating both of her holes, in and out, fast and slow.

Finally, I removed myself from her holes, then lined up my dick with her asshole.

Melissa held still obediently.

"Do it," I ordered.

Melissa pushed her ass back at me as I pushed forward, her ass swallowing the first third of my cock. Three thrusts later and I was deeply buried in her bowels.

I was so turned on, and her ass was so tight and her body so hot. Holding her hips, I thrust wildly, the waves in her delicious ass rolling up the small of her back.

I wasn't going to hold out much longer. I slapped her ass, then grabbed a handful of her wet hair by the roots, yanking her head back.

"Look at me."

Melissa twisted her head and our eyes met.

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm a slut. A useless whore to be used for your pleasure."

"Don't forget it," I said, and with that, I blasted my cum into her ass, driving deeply to get to maximum depth.

For the first time Melissa made a noise, an involuntary grunt signaling her hidden pleasure. She was resting on one hand, and I could feel that she was fingering herself with the other, doing her best to keep her orgasm silent so as not to upset me.

Spent, I pulled my cock from her ass. A wet bubbling sound escaped from her asshole, and my abundant cum flowed out, finally stopping as her sphincter closed shut again, trapping the remaining cum inside.

I held my hand under her to catch a wad of cum that had escaped.

"Stand up and turn around," I ordered, and she dutifully complied.

I smeared my cum all over her face, marking her as my slut. Her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips and chin glistened with my semen.

"Cum slut," I scolded.

I walked toward her bathroom and said, "let's go," and Melissa quickly scurried along behind me.

She had a small bathtub/shower in her apartment. Not big enough for any good sex, but enough for my purposes. I turned on the shower and motioned for her to get into the tub.

I got in with her and handed her a washcloth. I moved so that the spray was only hitting me on the back, leaving her naked and cold on the other side of the tub.

I handed her a washcloth and said, "Clean me off."

Melissa knelt and soaped up the washcloth, then lovingly cleaned the anal sex off of my dick, paying attention to my balls as well. She gave me a thorough scrubbing, and then I turned around and let the warm water wash over me.

Once I was clean, I turned off the water and stepped out, leaving her wet and cold in the bathtub.

"Stay there," I ordered, then I turned to her and said, "get over here and face me."

Still on her knees, Melissa turned towards me. When she realized what was about to happen, I saw a look of incredible desire wash over her face.

I pointed my cock at her and unleashed a steady stream of piss on her. Melissa groaned as pissed on her, first on her face, rinsing some of my dried cum off of her, then alternating between her tits and on her chest just under her chin. She reached out and cradled my balls as I unloaded my full bladder on her.

As I dribbled to a stop, I said, "stand up and turn around."

Melissa complied, and I slapped her ass once again, a red handprint left behind as a brief reminder of my dominance over her on this day.

Wordlessly, I left the bathroom, got dressed quickly and left, slamming her apartment door on the way out.

Later that evening, I got a text from Melissa.

"Holy shit, that was awesome! So fuckin' hot! I've never role-played like that, thank you. So good. Kisses."

Melissa and I kept up a regular pattern for the next couple months. I did show her the security camera that monitored the living room door, so she started giving me blow jobs in the kitchen, and I even fucked her there a few times. I knew if she was in a skirt when I got home that she was "commando" and was prepared to get bent over the table and fucked from behind.