Lenore and Mr. King would spent several months with Melissa and Anderson at the mansion. The girls slept together most nights, often after a round of athletic sex.
Melissa soon realized how much she enjoyed the companionship of another girl. She had never been close to her mom and Lenore soon felt more like sister than Karen ever had. It seemed a bit perverted, however, caring for someone like both a sister and a lover, but it was her master's will, so that was a great reason not to feel guilty about it.
After a few weeks of the guests staying with them, however, instead of going to the small bedroom, as usual, Melissa was directed by Anderson to go to her regular bedroom first, change into the clothes laid out on the bed, then report to one of the rooms at the back of the house.
The outfit laid out on her bed was a short, pleated skirt, in a plaid pattern and a white tie top. There were also thigh-high, white stockings with black platform heels and two white bows with instructions that they should be used to put her brunette hair into pigtails. Looking in the mirror it was obvious she was dressed as some kind of sexy fantasy school girl. Her underwear was limited to a tiny white g-string.
Arriving at the back of the house she gently knocked at the door and a voice said, "Come in."
Melissa had expected a bedroom, but this room was set up like a school room. Several very old school desks and in front of them a chalkboard. It occurred to her that this place had been used to educate the children of the Anderson family, who undoubtedly got a private tutor instead of having to rub elbows with the coal miner's kids in the town below.
Mr. King, in his dark suit, was sitting at the teacher's desk. "Close the door and lock it," he instructed.
She did as she was told, then turned back to him.
"I've never... never been with any man, but Mr. Anderson," she said hesitantly.
King smirked. "I have no doubt he had instructed you in the ways to please a man. If not, isn't this the perfect environment in which to learn?" he said, waving his hand around at the room. Then he beckoned her, "Come here!"
Melissa walked up and stood by his chair. He reached a hand out and encircled her left thigh, then let his fingers slide upward, under the skirt and squeeze her bare ass cheek. The other hand moved across her belly and under her top till it got a hold of her tit and then gently started massaging it.
Melissa stood quietly staring at the wall as he felt her up. She had gotten used to, even desired, Anderson's touch, but this felt wrong. As if allowing this was a violation of Anderson's property rights. Still, her master had directed her to dress this way and come here, so it must be her master's desire.
King stood up. "Lean over the desk," he ordered.
She obeyed, bending at the waist and laying her torso flat on the top of the low desk. He then lifted the skirt and ran his hands over her bare bottom kneading and squeezing her soft flesh. Clearly he was enjoying her smooth buttocks.
"Not much in the tit area, but you do have a tight ass," he laughed, slapping her bottom.
She felt him grab the G-string with his hand and rip it free, tossing it across the room. Lifting her right leg up, he made her place her knee on the top of the desk, which opened the spot between her legs. His hand firmly gripped her pussy and squeezed it hard in an act of dominance. Then he started playing with her clit.
Melissa felt her cunt start to get wet in response to his manipulations.
"I see you like my ward, Lenore," King stated as continued to fondle her.
His tone was.. odd. Was he angry? Pleased? Indifferent to her lovemaking with the blonde?
"I was instructed by my...my master to sleep with her in the small bedroom," she stated as matter-of-factly as she could. This wasn't easy because King's exploitations of her pussy were having a definite effect on her. She was starting to drip.
"Oh, don't worry about me being jealous," he chuckled. "Watching you two little minks go at it like feral animals has been most entertaining!"
So, Lenore was right. They had been watched.
She was so wet now King easily slipped his thumb into her pussy. He gripped the base of her clit between his thumb, insider her, and his fingers, outside her, and rolled the organ between them. Melissa had no choice, but to let out a deep moan of pleasure. His hands were very strong and skillful. She felt her heart start to race and a tingling sensation pulse through her body. She bit her lip, trying not to show her arousal, but it was like trying to bail out a badly leaking rowboat with a teaspoon.
She realized she found it disturbing that this man, practically a stranger, within ten minutes of being alone with her, could make her not much more than a moaning lump of aroused flesh. She realized she was just a slut, powerless to resist creatures like King and Anderson.
Melissa lay sighing and whimpering on the wooden surface, for several minutes, then King stopped diddling her and she heard him unzip his pants and let them drop to the floor. Something hard and long probed at her pussy, until the tip forced her open. He pushed his way into her in a single, solid thrust. His cock was large and very thick, stretching her pussy lips out till it almost seemed as they would be torn apart.
His hand reached out and turned her head till her right cheek rested on the desk, then she felt his bare foot come to rest on her face, pinning her to the wooden surface. He proceeded to fuck her like that: One foot on the ground, the other on her face up on the desk. It was easily the most humiliating position she had ever been in, but aroused her so much she had a noisy climax within five minutes.
As she shook and moaned she heard King chuckle at her inability to control her body.
The shame of being used and forced like that seemed to make her orgasm even more intense than ever. It felt like it was never going to end though it couldn't have lasted more than a minute. It was so extreme she seemed to lose consciousness for a few moments. Finally, he removed his foot from her face, and pulled out of her pussy letting their combined lubricants drip down her thighs. She had no strength left, and without his support, she slid off the desk collapsing on the floor. There she lay like a broken doll, gasping for breath.
King wasn't done with her yet, however. He sat down on the rolling chair, grabbed her by her pigtails and dragged her to a position kneeling in front of him.
"Open," he commanded.
She opened her mouth and he thrust his penis inside. It was so thick she immediately started gagging on it so violently that her teeth accidently raked his cock. He pulled out of her, slapped her face hard as a warning and re-entered her. She was careful not to make that mistake again, even when she gagged.
He fucked her face using his grip on her pigtails to control her head. Tears streamed down her eyes. Finally she felt him push so deeply inside her that her nose was buried in his abdomen and his thick man juice started pouring into her throat. She gagged again and some of the ejaculate came up and out her nostrils, dripping down her face.
When he was done with her, he released Melissa and she slumped to the floor again. She lay there, on her side recovering. Gasping for breath like a fish out of water. And still very aroused.
King had more orders. "Get up. Get the pointer by the chalkboard and bring it to me."
Melissa staggered to her feet. Her knees were weak, but she managed to reach the board. On the ledge beneath it lay an wooden pointer about three feet long and a half inch in diameter with a point on the end. Probably used by the teacher back in the day to indicate locations on an old map now long gone.
She picked it up and carried it to him, holding it out to him using both hands. He took it from her.
"Lean over the desk again and lift your skirt," he said.
She obeyed and fully expected that the pointer would be used to flog her. Wasn't that how teachers disciplined their students in the old days?
Instead she felt the pointer being inserted into her still dripping, wet pussy. He swirled it around in there as if to cover the stick with her juices, then withdrew it. Then she felt the tip press against her anus. She tried to pull away, but his hand was heavy on her back, pressing her into the desk.
"Please, no!"
Her pleas were in vain. The pointer entered her ass as she felt it being shoved up deep inside her. Even covered with pussy juice, it was hard and unyielding and painful.
"Please, I beg you. Stop!" she cried.
"I will, if you are cooperative. If not... well. Now, little girl, tell me why your master is so protective of you?" he asked.
His words made no sense to Melissa. King seemed to have free rein to do whatever he wanted with her and she told him that.
He shoved the pointer further up her ass an started fucking her with it. Tears flowed down her face as she started a new round of begging.
