Melissa Larson had spent much of the week in anticipation of this day. Since she had received the text telling her that her training as a slut would begin Saturday at a place called "The Studio." There were moments of guilt. How could she have enjoyed what happened with Wayne Simpson last weekend... and now looking forward to another encounter. But she rationalized, partly, she was doing this for her husband - for his work. She really didn't have a choice... or did she?
Melissa was instructed to drive to 415 Baker Street and meet Wayne Simpson's young attorney Jannette Davis. Melissa wasn't very familiar with this side of town though she had lived here for more than a decade. The area seemed to be a warehouse district with very little pedestrian traffic.
She pulled her white Lexus into a parking lot and took notice that there were only a few cars present. But it gave her reassurance to see several security cameras posted both around the lot and on the building itself.
Melissa had told her husband David that she would be shopping most of the day and had drinks planned with a few of her girlfriends. It was Simpson's request she make plans to be away most of the day.
Less than a week ago she had attended a Gala event in which the wealthy tech mogul had blackmailed her into her sexual servitude. Her complete submission in exchange for her husband receiving a $12.5 million dollar grant to continue his medical research. Only her husband David knew nothing of this special arrangement. Just that his life's work, and that of his staff, had been extended by at least another year.
Melissa was a very successful doctor herself and the thought of being bought in this manner should have repulsed her. Initially it did! But the more she reflected on it -- becoming Simpson's sexual plaything, his slut, it brought out feelings she had never known.
Melissa had dressed casually in a pair of old jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt. She also wore a baseball cap with her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail and out the back of the cap which she pulled down on her head.
Parking the car, and approaching the front of the building, she saw what appeared to be the front office and pushed in a speaker button. Within a second, she heard a male voice ask could he help her. It was then she saw a camera positioned in the upper corner. Looking at it she said, "I'm Melissa Larson, here to see Jannette Davis."
Melissa heard the door lock click as the security officer instructed her to enter. She walked a few feet down a hall which opened into a reception office with a black security officer greeting her behind the counter. "I've informed Miss Davis you are here. Just have a seat." Melissa did as he asked, taking a seat on a tan leather couch as she reviewed emails on her phone.
Melissa had been waiting about 10 minutes when Jannette came through the door. Like Melissa she appeared casually dressed in jeans tucked in a pair of brown leather boots with a thin cotton blouse. Melissa had only met Jannette on one occasion and that was at the Gala when she had been wearing an elegant evening gown. Still, there was no getting around, she was gorgeous with her chestnut-colored hair and warm hazel eyes. But it was the smile that put her at ease.
"Dr. Larson, I'm glad you're here. Please come on back," she motioned.
Melissa didn't bring in a pocketbook, leaving those valuables in her glove box. She shoved the cell phone into her back pocket as she followed Jannette down a corridor before turning into a room. "Please go ahead and undress putting your clothes in the plastic container on the table," the younger woman directed.
Melissa hesitated only for a moment -- she knew why she was there. There seemed to be little reason to resist her directive. She removed her hat and pulled the sweatshirt up and over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her small breasts were revealed with their already hard nipples. Melissa's eyes met Jannette's as the young woman signaled her approval. Mel leaned on a counter as she slipped off her sneakers, then socks and then stripped off her jeans, steadying herself as they clung to her trim legs. Soon she was left in a black pair of bikini panties which she hooked in her thumbs and lowered as well.
Melissa folded the garments, rolled the socks together, tucking them into her sneakers and placing them in the plastic Rubbermaid container as directed.
"Very nice," Jannette cooed. "Now follow me."
Melissa felt strange but not necessarily uncomfortable as she padded naked behind the attorney. Her bare feet coming into contact with the cool concrete floor. The counselor appeared young and she would later learn she was 29, ten years younger than Melissa, though she carried herself with an air of confidence.
"In here," Jannette instructed holding open a door. As Melissa walked through, she saw a man suspended by his arms. Like Melissa, he was completely naked. He had clamps on both nipples and what appeared to be a weight suspending from his ball sac. His wrists had two black leather cuffs which were attached to a chain which hung from a beam overhead. But what struck her was the red ball gag tucked into his mouth.
As she looked closer, she saw that the man was someone she knew! Her eyes grew wide in the acknowledgment that the nude man was one of the city council members. It was doubtful he knew Melissa, but Melissa had seen his face in the papers and on the nightly news. Greg Thompson was in his third term on the City Council and was being discussed as a candidate for state house.
But here he was in some type of bondage game playing out before her eyes. "Look baby," Jannette cooed as she took his face in her warm hand squeezing it hard. "I've brought along a play friend."
The councilman looked over but hardly acknowledged the newcomer, obviously on the verge of exhaustion from whatever activities they had been involved in before Mel arrived.
"You're just in time to see 'Greggy Boy' here fucked," Jannette smirked as she walked over to a table with a variety of sex toys and selected a large black dildo that she inserted into a leather harness. She slid the harness over her jeans and fastened it into place. The cock appeared to be at least nine inches and quite thick as she took some lube and stroked the ebony shaft.
"Greg likes a really big cock don't cha' sweetie," she teased as she rubbed the remaining lube between his ass cheeks.
Mel had never seen a strapon before, much less watched a man take a cock up his ass. She stood wide eyed as she watched the sexual scene taking place before her eyes.
Years ago, a friend of her husband David, had given him an X-rated video, but it was tame compared to this. Mostly couples pairing off and having sex but nothing remotely like the scene unfolding before her now.
Jannette took the large member in one hand as she guided the lubed head between his butt cheeks and then pushed slowly. Thompson raised up on his toes as she pushed harder with a muffled grunt escaping from under the gag.
As more and more of the invading phallus disappeared, Thompson seemed to relax, eventually his feet coming to rest flatly on the cool floor as Jannette moved slowly back and forth, "That's it lover. Take my cock, take it all."
"You like that cock filling you up. Don't you bitch," the woman asked almost in a whisper as she slid her face beside his, her mouth resting on his ear.
Melissa simply stood there watching it all. She could feel a warm rush over her body and she wasn't even aware when she allowed her fingers to touch her own hardened nipple. She was so aroused.
Simpson taking her in the manner that he did last Saturday - spanking her before forcing her to her knees, thrusting his hard cock into her mouth, before pushing her down roughly on the desk and fucking her raw. A man that she had only met just minutes before blew his load deep into her womb.
