If you are under 18 please go away.
Otherwise, since this is a series, I recommend you click on my username and read parts one-three because they set the scene.
This is a story about consenting adults who just happen to be distantly related, and enjoy D/S role-playing. All parties are 18+. All activities are consensual. I don't condone sex with minors, or disrespect or violence against women.
Enjoy!
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Glenn
I met Melanie the following Saturday night.
Marie went to pick her up so she could 'prepare' her, whatever that meant. They got back to the house about seven. They'd been drinking. She was bright eyed and excited when she made the presentation.
"Melanie Glenn. Glenn Melanie."
Melanie appraised me mischievously. She wore a fawn, full-length coat that hid everything except her very pretty but slightly overly-made up face. Her lipstick in particular was a very bright red, matching the nails on the hand that held the coat together.
Marie said in a demanding tone, "Take off the coat and twirl."
Melanie slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it on the couch, then slowly turned around so I could admire her.
She was late thirties, maybe twenty pounds too heavy for cover girl work, but in all the right places. Tallish, she carried it well. She had the same dancer's legs as Marie but thicker thighs. Her nipples are pierced with little pins with keepers. The packaging was all white: bra, white stockings, heels. A choker with a bow. Slut bracelets around both ankles. Her blonde hair was in a pageboy and framed her lovely face perfectly. The high points though (pardon the pun) were her tits. They were simply gorgeous, 40's and all the D's. I wanted to suck on them there and then.
Marie said, "Well? Curtsey!"
Melanie did a little dip and then dropped to her knees, lowered her head and kissed both my feet. It was surreal. I reached down and lifted her up by one shoulder strap. She smiled at me beatifically. I wondered if she was on something.
Marie switched to normal conversation, saying, "I'm gonna go change. Will you make Melanie feel at home?" She headed upstairs.
Melanie and I went in the front lounge and I closed all the curtains. She sat on the couch. I went in the kitchen and poured three big glasses of 2014 Vintner's Reserve Kendall Jackson Chardonnay. I'm not a big drinker. Years of underwater work. You have no idea what a hangover at seventy five feet feels like. But that's a great wine and they had a head start on me.
When I went back the lounge I started a tentative conversation. I was surprised to find Melanie was a terrific talker. Funny, smart, engaging and knowledgeable. We got on to education and I learned she went to UCLA on a dance scholarship (which I didn't even know they had) and got her fine arts degree.
I enjoy smart women. If she were younger and it wasn't for what she was wearing and showing, she'd be the perfect girl-next-door dream date. I also noticed the diamond ring on her hand holding the wine glass. A huge multi-carat rock that sparkled in the reflection from the wine. The lady had depth. And radiated class. Was this the submissive slut I'd expected? It was hard to believe.
We were talking about places I'd seen in the Navy, when Marie came down and sat next to Melanie. She was wearing a black negligee and a lot of perfume, and carrying a long thin cane and a blue fabric thing with a thin chain attached. She put them down on the coffee table and picked up her wine glass. I noticed Melanie shiver.
I said, "So you still dance?"
"Oh yes. I still love to."
"What's the best part?"
She thought for a second, and then locked eyes on mine. "It's when I get to rub my wet pussy up and down the pole. It gets between the lips and makes me hot as hell. Men love to see a bit of color. At the end of each session I have juices running down my legs."
This came out of the lovely scarlet-lipped mouth of a half-naked, drop-dead beautiful lady. It was as fucking erotic as heck.
She smiled as she watched my reaction then said "Your wine is done. Can I get you another?"
"Thank you."
Bitch said "Yes you can get us both one. And do it on your fucking hands and knees you fucking slut whore!"
Melanie smiled primly, said "Yes Marie," and dropped to her knees.
"And you will point your fat ass at Glenn as you crawl and keep your fucking legs apart so he can see your wet hole, where I made you finger fuck yourself in the car."
Melanie said "Yes Marie" and assumed the position. From this angle her cunt really was wet.
She moved forward a little and Melanie jumped out of her chair. She grabbed the cane and took a big swing and hit Melanie's ass so hard it left a long red mark.
"Not like that you stupid cunt. You know how to do it. Rub those big cow tits on the carpet. I know you like it! That's why you have those things in them for people to pull on."
