I spotted Edward returning with our drinks, and I deliberately uncrossed and re-crossed my legs, giving him a momentary glimpse beneath my skirt. He caught my eye and grinned mischievously. I smiled back. Good - his attention was firmly on me, which was as it should be.
He put the drinks on the table and I stood up to let him sit, then resumed my place on his lap. I reached across him for my glass, and made sure that my chest brushed his cheek firmly. He grinned again as I straightened up with my drink in my hand. We clinked glasses and kissed lingeringly.
Our kiss was interrupted by a commotion from over near the bar. A strident voice cut through the buzz of conversation and the music from the front bar. "I said STOP CROWDING ME, BITCH!" Edward and I both swiveled our heads in that direction - so did most of the other people in the room.
The speaker was a young woman in a sleeveless blue dress. She was barely more than a girl, tall but slightly built - coltish - with light brown hair that fell past her narrow shoulders and partway down her back. It seemed like she was part of a group, since there were two others of similar age and appearance standing with her - a blonde and another brunette.
Her outburst was directed at a group of Asian women who stood next to her and her friends. There were five of them, all older. Her immediate target seemed to be a petite woman, maybe in her early forties, black-haired like the rest, in a navy-blue dress. Her hair was pulled up and pinned behind her head. Even in heels she was easily six inches shorter than her younger antagonist, and even more slender.
She said something to the young woman - we couldn’t hear what - and the brunette suddenly lashed out with both arms, shoving the Asian backwards into the arms of her four companions. "BACK…OFF!"
The smaller woman would have fallen if her friends hadn’t held her up. She struggled back to her feet, her eyes narrowed. "Now you went too far!" she yelled. Her voice had no trace of an accent. She shook her finger in the brunette's face.
The younger woman"s lip curled scornfully. "And what are you gonna do about it, you little - ?" Her insult was cut off suddenly as the Asian fired a slap with her other hand, all the way from the waist. It caught the brunette across the cheek and whipped her whole body around sideways. She staggered against the bar.
I was surprised that the tiny woman could wield such a powerful blow, but also impressed. The shaken finger had been a ploy to distract her opponent. The Asian knew what she was doing. I put my drink down and snuggled against Edward to watch.
One of the other Asians called out encouragement. "Get her, Yumi!" I heard the name and realized the smaller woman was Japanese, or at least of Japanese descent. Maybe her friends were too. Not that that was important right now. I turned my thoughts back to the erupting fight.
The brunette straightened up, her pretty face twisted in rage. "You’ll pay for that, bitch!" She charged at Yumi. The older woman ducked to the left and her heavy, swinging slap went wide. Her momentum carried her into her opponent though. Grappling at each other, they stumbled away from the bar. The crowd parted to give them space.
The brunette’s blonde friend yelled out, "Kick her ass, Alyssa!" giving me a name for the younger woman too.
Alyssa drove Yumi out into the middle of the room and slammed her backwards into the edge of a table. The older woman let out a loud cry, "UNGGGHHH!!!" and arched her back in pain. I shivered against Edward. I could imagine how she felt.
The brunette regained her balance and seized her smaller opponent by the front of her dress. With a fierce cry of her own, she jerked Yumi up off the table, almost lifting her off her feet, and flung her away to the left - to our right. Yumi went stumbling across the room, her arms pin-wheeling as she tried to keep her feet. She failed, and went over backwards, but turned the fall into a backward roll and came up onto her knees.
"The taller one’s bouncing her around like a ball," observed Edward, his mouth close by my ear.
"Don’t be so sure," I replied without taking my eyes off the two fighters. "Yumi might be smaller but she knows how to handle herself in a fight. She fights smart."
"She’ll need to. The other girl's got twenty pounds on her." I thought he might be exaggerating a little - Melissa Windeyer knows how to size up another woman - but I didn’t bother to argue with him. We both turned our attention back to the battle.
As Yumi came to her feet, Alyssa charged her again. The younger woman had the advantage in size and strength - though she was still quite a bit smaller than me and I'd have destroyed her in a fight - but she didn't fight intelligently. She was all anger, out to overwhelm her opponent with the pace of her assault. That might work against an inexperienced fighter but I could see that Yumi was no novice.
Alyssa telegraphed her next blow far in advance. Yumi easily avoided it, ducking under the taller girl's outstretched arm so that Alyssa's slap whizzed over her head, close enough to ruffle her hair. She stepped forward and came up behind Alyssa. Without bothering to turn and face the younger woman, she reached up and grabbed Alyssa’s hair at the back of her head in both hands. With a loud 'NGHAAAHHH!!!' she jerked the brunette brutally backwards. Alyssa’s own momentum carried her feet out from under her and with a shrill scream of pain and surprise, she crashed to the floor on her back. Her short skirt was billowy and high-waisted - an Empire waist - and it flew up as she fell. I saw she wasn't wearing panties. Her bare, clean-shaven mound gleamed in the light.
I heard Edward chuckle softly. 'Interesting.' He had both arms wrapped around me, his left up high just beneath my breasts, his right lower down, across my belly. His fingers gripped my navel ring tightly. My tummy fluttered again, harder than before. I gripped his arm, biting my lip gently, my eyes still fixed on the fight.
Yumi spun away, backed off a few paces and kicked off her shoes. Now she was even shorter - not even five feet tall, I guessed - but she was also able to maneuver far better. Then she surprised us all - myself and certainly Edward, judging from his sharp intake of breath - by reaching up and ripping her own dress open. What I'd assumed were buttons were actually studs, and they parted all the way down the front. Yumi threw the dress away behind her and stood facing her enemy, fists, clenched, completely naked.
The Japanese woman's body was pale, slender, small breasted and narrow-hipped. Her nipples were small too, dark and pointed accusingly at her enemy. Her flesh showed no piercings, and she didn't wear a chain at her neck either. Among the pierced and the collared, she was one of the unmarked. Unlike Alyssa, she wasn't shaven either, and a curly tuft of jet-black hair nestled in her crotch. "Get up, you piece of shit! I’m about to own you!"
Alyssa rolled over, pushed up onto all fours and rose to her feet, wincing. Her hair had flopped forward over her eyes and she pushed it aside with the edge of her hand. One strap of her dress had slipped off her shoulder but she didn't bother to correct it. "Bitch!" She kicked her own shoes away and strode forward. "Thanks for making it easier for me! Now I don’t have to strip you before I use you!"
Yumi backed up a couple steps, away from Alyssa. To some, it no doubt looked as though she was retreating. I knew better. She was drawing the younger woman after her. I admired her skill and her cunning. She was a clever fighter - not as clever as me, but close.
I turned myself on Edward's lap to face the fight. His knees were slightly spread and I slipped my own legs between them, keeping my knees modestly together. Melissa Windeyer always behaves like a lady - even at a time like that. Fighting arouses me, most of all when I'm fighting - and winning of course - but watching a fight, especially one like this, was a close second. Between that and Edward's fingers playing with my piercing, I was considerably turned on.
Alyssa threw a roundhouse right at Yumi's head. Again she telegraphed the punch well in advance, and Yumi ducked it effortlessly. Then I let out a sudden "Oh!" as I saw that the younger woman had been feinting. As Yumi lunged low at the brunette’s belly, aiming to ram her shoulder in deep, Alyssa pirouetted to the right like a bullfighter. Yumi’s shoulder scarcely brushed her hip.
As the Japanese woman surged past her, Alyssa thrust both hands into Yumi's hair. Leaning back, spinning on her heel, she yanked Yumi around by her hair in a half circle as the Japanese woman, bent over, shrieked in pain and anger. I expected her to use the impetus of the swing to hurl Yumi across the room again, but she surprised me - and her opponent - by jerking the other woman back toward her. Her knee rammed upward - once, then twice. The first blow lifted Yumi up on her toes and with the second, her feet actually left the ground.
"Little bitch!" screamed Alyssa, still holding onto Yumi's hair as the older woman sank to her knees, her eyes wide, mouth open in a silent but agonized 'O'. "You’re gonna be MY little bitch tonight!" She sent a ripping slap across Yumi’s face. The little Japanese woman would have sprawled on the floor if Alyssa hadn’t held her up. She sagged in her tormentor's grip. Alyssa jerked her upright and sent another knee smashing into her midriff. Yumi groaned.
I let out a tiny gasp of my own. I could almost feel the force of the cruel blow. My hand tightened around Edward's as he caressed my belly. In my mind, I'd been putting myself in Yumi's place. She was a strong, skillful fighter - a winner, just like me - and the sudden reversal had caught me unawares just as much as it had to her.
Much to my dismay though, it didn't do anything to diminish my arousal - quite the reverse. I consoled myself with the thought that it wasn't me fighting, wasn't me losing, wasn't me about to get - what? I didn't know what was about to happen to Yumi but I was inexplicably filled with vicarious dread on behalf of a woman I didn't even know. I shook myself, thought of icebergs - cold and vast - and turned my attention back to the action in the middle of the room.
Alyssa drew back her knee to drive it up into Yumi's stretched-out stomach again, but that was when the Japanese woman struck. At the precise moment her enemy was most off-balance, she threw herself forward, slamming into Alyssa's leg, wrapping her arms tight around the taller girl's thigh and surging up off her knees with a scream of rage. Her opponent was caught unawares and toppled backwards. Her squeal of surprise turned into a wail of agony as she hit the floor hard on her ass with a loud thud. She arched her back, clutching with both hands at the base of her spine.
Yumi stepped back, breathing hard, giving herself a moment to recover - but only a moment - before she leapt forward again and spun on the ball of her left foot, sending a spinning side kick arcing around to slam into Alyssa's head just above her left ear. The impact flung the younger woman over onto her side and even skidded her several feet across the floor. She lay there, sprawled on her side, limp and groaning. The strap of her dress had slipped even further and her left nipple was visible, puffy and rose pink.
"Yesss!" I exclaimed under my breath, not loud enough for anyone but Edward to hear. My respect for Yumi was growing. She wasn't only a smart fighter but a tough one too. If I were honest with myself - and Melissa Windeyer is nothing if not honest - my lust for her was growing too. I imagined her in my arms, kissing her, stroking that little body, those hard muscles. I took a deep breath. I could feel my own nipples erect against my cami, the heat in my belly and the dampness between my legs. I tried hard, without complete success, to keep myself from squirming in Edward's lap. That only made his fingers tug harder on my navel and I had to bite my lip hard to stifle a moan.
Alyssa was still dazed when Yumi, now back in control of the fight, stepped forward and grabbed her opponent's skirt, which had ridden up above the brunette's waist again. She jerked hard on the filmy fabric, pulling it up higher, trapping Alyssa's head and arms as she lifted the younger woman's upper body off the floor. I noticed a glint of gold at the brunette’s navel - a piercing much like my own. "We’ll see who’s going to be whose bitch tonight, you whore!" Yumi shouted as she sent her foot hammering into Alyssa's unprotected abs. The younger woman's anguished scream rebounded around the room.
Yumi fired another kick into Alyssa's belly, then a third. The brunette's scream turned to a gasp, then to a strangled groan as her older opponent mercilessly pounded her. "You pick a fight with me!" she bellowed in a voice that was startlingly loud for such a tiny body. "You got way too big an ego, you skanky little slut!"
Alyssa flailed her arms wildly, trying to free them so she could defend herself. Yumi let go of her opponent with one hand, drew her fist back and, bending suddenly from the waist, sent it plunging into the other woman's enveloping skirt, right where her face was. Alyssa’s "UGGHHH!" was clearly audible even through the folds of cloth.
Yumi threw her enemy back to the floor and stomped hard on her belly. Alyssa's head and feet jackknifed upward as she let out a strangled gasp, then slumped down again. The brunette finally managed to free her arms, but right then all she could do was clutch at her tortured tummy as she lay on her back, sobbing in breathless agony.
She went to draw her knees up and roll onto her side, but Yumi moved faster. With another loud cry, "Suffer, BITCH!" she leapt into the air and came down with her entire body weight, such as it was, behind both her knees as they speared into Alyssa's battered belly. The blow landed squarely on the taller girl's encircling arms, but it didn't matter. The force of it blasted through Alyssa's defenses and crushed her belly almost into her spine. I sucked in my breath as my own abs tensed reflexively. Even though I was rooting for Yumi, I couldn’t help but feel for Alyssa as she shuddered under that devastating attack, her tremors growing in intensity until her whole body shook like a leaf.
Yumi slid her knees either side of the brunette, straddling her. She grabbed the front of her enemy's dress and jerked her up off the floor. The one remaining strap snapped under the strain and the dress slid down around Alyssa's waist, baring her small breasts.
When Yumi slammed her back down again, Alyssa didn't even make a sound. Her eyes were pinched shut, her face stained with tears that left dark streaks of mascara down her cheeks. Her lips trembled. She was shattered.
Yumi climbed to her feet, her own little breasts heaving. Her hair had come loose and strands hung down around her face. "Get up, trash!" she yelled. "Still think you can make me your bitch??? Get up and try!"
Alyssa whimpered, holding her ravaged belly. She couldn't even lift her head to look at Yumi, but she did manage to shake it weakly from side to side. She said something we couldn't hear, though she must have been pleading because Yumi snarled back at her, "Too late to beg now! Way too late!"
My stomach was churning with desire as Edward and I watched and listened. That was exactly what I would have said and done in Yumi's position. Alyssa had challenged her, and the challenge had been decisively defeated, but it wasn't yet time to show mercy. Maybe later, compassion would be called for, after the girl had learned the error of her ways, but right now it could be seen as weakness, letting Alyssa get away without paying the full price for her arrogance.
One of Yumi's friends called out, "Own her, Yumi!"
Yumi smiled over her shoulder at them. "Oh, I plan to!" She stepped forward, straddling Alyssa, staring down into the beaten younger woman's face. "Not down there on the floor though, but up here where everyone can see!" She squatted over her defeated foe, seized Alyssa by the hair with both hands and dragged the groaning girl to her feet.
Alyssa couldn't stand unaided. She hung limply in Yumi's grasp. Yumi held her up though, despite her own smaller size. My admiration - and desire - for this woman grew. I let out a little "mmmmm" to myself. She had strength, stamina and smarts, as well as the spirit of a true Domme. She was someone I could see myself befriending - and more.
Yumi half pushed, half dragged the whimpering Alyssa over a table - the same one Alyssa had rammed her into, back at the start of the fight. Showing an even more impressive strength, she heaved the bigger girl bodily onto the table on her belly. "You challenge me, bitch…" she mocked the conquered younger woman, walking slowly around the table, "…you better be prepared to pay a heavy price!"
When she reached Alyssa's head, Yumi grasped the brunette by her chin and lifted her head up so she could stare into her defeated enemy's eyes. "I'm going to make an example out of you!" She let Alyssa's head fall back against the table top with a thump, then boosted herself up onto the table, straddling Alyssa's shoulders and facing her feet, pinning the bigger girl's arms beneath her own shins.
She took a deep breath, swelling her chest, thrust her shoulders back and looked around her proudly at the onlookers. Every eye in the place was fixed on her - public sex might be passe, but the fight had gotten everyone's attention. "Shall I make her my bitch?" she called out.
There was a resounding "YES!!!" from the crowd - Edward and me included. I couldn't wait to see just what she would do to her beaten foe. My heart was pounding and my swollen nipples scraped at the inside of my cami every time I took a breath. There was a ball of fire in my belly and as I shifted on Edward's lap, I felt the warm wetness - more than moist now - on my thighs.
Yumi reached forward and grabbed Alyssa's legs below the knee, pulling them up behind the brunette. Alyssa groaned out loud as the older woman stretched her spine like a bow. I could see the pain on the girl's face and while I understood her fear, I had little sympathy for her. She had gambled and lost - and her loss was only just beginning.
Alyssa howled and her clawed fingers scrabbled in an agonized frenzy at the tabletop, as Yumi bent her spine almost in a complete circle. Tucking Alyssa's ankles beneath her armpits, the victor clamped her arms down, trapping the brunette's legs in place and freeing her own hands. The younger woman’s abs were stretched abominably - my own tummy trembled at the sight of it - and her shaven pussy was forced up and out, on display to the crowd.
Edward rolled my navel ring even harder between his finger and thumb. I gripped his arm tight, pressing his hand against my belly. I could taste Yumi's triumph like it was my own, but strangely enough I felt Alyssa's shame and desperation too. I was so hot I was actually shaking. I squeezed Edward's thigh hard with my other hand. He kissed the side of my neck, just beneath my ear, and I moaned out loud.
Yumi placed her hands on Alyssa's butt cheeks, gripping them hard, squeezing and separating them. Alyssa whimpered again. Her face was shining with her tears – tears of pain and tears of shame. "Now who’s the bitch…bitch?" Yumi taunted her pitilessly. She slid her hands inward, her thumbs pressing down into the younger woman's crotch. I couldn't see from our angle, but I knew exactly what Yumi was doing - spreading her beaten foe's lips apart, opening her up, then pausing, waiting, prolonging the agony of anticipation. It was just what I would have done in her place.
Alyssa’s voice wasn't loud enough to carry to us, but I could read her lips. "Please…please…" Then she stiffened, bucked and yowled in anguish as Yumi slid a finger or two inside her. "NO!!!"
"You don’t like that, bitch?" Yumi teased her. The older woman lifted her elbow higher and I knew she'd shoved another two fingers into her vanquished enemy's sex. "Then why are you so damn wet?" She reached down with her other hand, closer to Alyssa's belly, and the brunette bucked again. "And why is your clit as hard as a bullet?" Alyssa wailed in torment. The crowd laughed.
"Please…PLEASE!!! STOP!!!" begged the brunette. "I'll…I'll…"
"You'll what? Cum like a little whore? Oh, you'll do that all right!" Yumi twisted her wrist and Alyssa writhed against the table on her belly. I imagined Yumi's little hand fully inside her now. Despite her painful position, Alyssa’s hips began to gyrate. Yumi laughed. "See? Like the weak whore you are!" Her other hand moved. Alyssa's eyes went wide and she cried out. Her head whipped forward, then back again in helpless, humiliated pleasure.
Yumi played the beaten, captive brunette skillfully and mercilessly. I soon began to detect a different tone in Alyssa’s frantic pleas. For sure, the shame was still there on her face and in her voice, but her cries grew less and less about protest, and more about increasingly desperate need.
The crowd had grown quiet but no less attentive. I noticed a tall redhead standing bent over another table to our left. Her eyes, and her guy's, were fixed on Yumi and Alyssa as he took her doggie-style. I could feel Edward's breath, hot on my cheek, as I leaned back against his chest. He was hard and since I'd turned around, his cock was now pressing not against my thigh but between my legs, through my skirt and the now-sopping crotch of my black lace thong. "She’s going to have Alyssa cumming like crazy any minute now," he whispered in my ear.
I leaned my head back on his shoulder and murmured in reply, "If Yumi's smart…and I'm betting she is…she won't let Alyssa cum straight away. She'll draw it out, make her humiliate herself…make her beg for relief." Edward kissed my neck again. I arched my back and ground my bottom against his erection.
That was exactly what Yumi did. She worked Alyssa's writhing, twitching body cleverly and ruthlessly, taking her to the very edge of climax over and over, each time denying her, until the younger woman was a whimpering mess, pleading urgently at the top of her voice. "Please! PLEASE!!!" She was doing her best to hump Yumi's fist - no mean feat considering the way her body was bent. "Let me…let me cum, PLEEEAAASSSE!!!"
At last Yumi took pity on the screaming, sobbing wreck of her ravaged foe, and the next time she didn't pull the brunette back from the brink. With a piercing screech that blended rabid lust and overwhelming shame, Alyssa exploded. She thrashed beneath Yumi like a wild bull at a rodeo, tossing her captor up into the air, tearing her legs free with the ferocity of her orgasm. Yumi rode her expertly, bouncing wildly on the bucking brunette, wrapping one arm around Alyssa’s flailing left leg while she continued to fist the younger woman with her other hand.
She kept Alyssa cumming uncontrollably for several minutes. Finally the bigger girl's violent throes grew weaker, her screams of degraded pleasure began to diminish, until she lay quivering on the tabletop underneath Yumi. By that time, I was quivering too on Edward's lap, my own knees trembling. My nipples were so hard they hurt.
Yumi climbed carefully off the table. Her own arousal was evident, her pale skin flushed, her nipples poking out from her little breasts, hard and dark. She grabbed one of Alyssa's limp arms and flipped the younger woman over onto her back. Alyssa lay there gasping like a fish out of water, her head lolling over the edge of the table.
"Slut!" Yumi slapped her face hard. Alyssa moaned. "Weak whore!" Another slap whipped the brunette's head back the other way. "Next time, think before you pick a fight with me!"
"I'm…I'm sorry…" Alyssa blubbered tearfully.
"Too late to be sorry!" Yumi snapped back at her. "Now you're going to pay the price! Now you’re going to serve me!" She looked around her at the crowd of lustful onlookers. "Not to mention the rest of the room!" There were cheers at that.
Yumi stepped forward, grasped Alyssa beneath her neck with both hands and thrust her hairy mound hard against the beaten brunette's face. "Do it, bitch! Lick me...stick your tongue in me...eat me...taste your defeat!" Her words became a moan of pleasure. She rolled her hips, grinding herself on Alyssa's nose and mouth. Her taut little butt cheeks tightened further. I imagined gripping them in my own hands, and I shivered.
The Japanese woman tossed her head back, thrust harder, eyes shut and mouth open, holding Alyssa tight, thrusting and grinding as she took her pleasure from her beaten foe. It wasn’t long before her back arched suddenly and she screamed at the ceiling as she came. Her orgasm went on at least as long as Alyssa's had done, before she collapsed forward over the brunette's body. The audience applauded. Edward and I joined in. It seemed only right.
At last Yumi slowly pushed herself upright with both arms, using Alyssa's twitching tummy for support. She turned and looked around the room. "Enjoy her!" she called out, her voice still trembling with the aftermath of her orgasm. "Anyone who wants her, take her! I’ll have her back when you're done!" She looked down at the panting younger woman. "A night and a day, slut…you know the rules. Now you're going to be the whole room's bitch…then you’ll be mine again."
Yumi's friends were already moving toward the table. One had removed her jeans and was naked from the waist down, her black sweater pulled up and hooked behind her neck to expose her breasts, which were a lot bigger than Yumi's. Another had taken off her dress and was naked apart from her high heels. They gathered around Alyssa, and they weren't alone. Others, men and women, also clustered at the table, eager to share the spoils of Yumi's victory.
Trembling even harder, I clutched at Edward's arms. The spectacle brought back memories of Chatro - some of them extremely pleasant memories. Others were not so pleasant. Some of them were almost unthinkable, but still - I clamped my thighs tight together and thought of icebergs. Cold and vast - cold and vast, dammit!
Edward's lips were close by my ear. His breath on my cheek made me shudder. I didn't dare move. His cock was pressing up hard through my skirt. If I moved and rubbed against it, one of us was going to cum. I wasn't sure it would be him.
"Shall we join the party?" Edward whispered. "Go get a piece of the action?" I didn't need to look at him to sense his smile. "Seems like you want to."
I moaned out loud at the thought. Yes, Melissa Windeyer moaned out loud. Even a strong, powerful Domme like myself has urges - I’m a healthy twenty-first century woman, after all - and I was sorely tempted to indulge them just then. A girl has needs, and I couldn't see any harm in it. It wasn't like I'd be the one getting used. I’d be one of those doing the using - part of the crowd. Strangely though, it was that thought which changed my mind. I steadied myself. Part of the crowd - Melissa Windeyer is never just part of the crowd.
"Shall we?" asked Edward again.
With an effort, I shook my head. I turned to smile at him. "Do we really want the whole room's sloppy seconds?" I replied with more conviction than I felt. "I promise you, you'll do a lot better than that when we get back to the hotel."
He kissed me, his tongue sliding along mine. I shivered hard on his lap. "I'll hold you to that promise," he warned me when we broke the kiss. He glanced past me though, and I followed his eyes to where Yumi stood in a circle of people, obviously congratulating her on her win. "Maybe we should buy the winner a drink though."
I grinned and kissed his nose. "Edward Packenham, I know exactly what you’re thinking!" In truth, I was thinking the same thing - a drink with Yumi, or more likely several, then we'd invite her back to our suite for an all-night three-way triste in the king-size bed.
With even more effort, I pushed that thought too out of my head. Yumi was the victor in tonight's fight, and she deserved to be the center of attention. If she went with us, she'd be our plaything - after all, Melissa Windeyer plays second fiddle to nobody - and it wouldn't be fair to her. "No," I kissed him again. "Call me greedy but I want you all to myself." I'd composed myself to the point where I could wriggle a little in his lap without disgracing myself - just.
He frowned and pouted in feigned disappointment, but then grinned. "Greedy girl." He kissed me back. "I just hope you know what you're in for."
I wriggled again, feeling his cock against my crotch, and giggled. "I think I can guess."
We were interrupted suddenly. "Excuse me, Ms."
I turned my head to stare up at a young woman who stood before us. She had a broad face with large brown eyes that were so dark they were almost black. Her hair was black too, cut short in a bob. She wore a black patent leather collar, an inch wide, with a gold D-ring set in it. Her long-sleeved black dress extended down to mid-thigh, though 'modest' wasn't the right word. It clung to her body like a second skin - or rather clung to parts of it, since the dress had a zipper at the front which was open all the way to her waist, exposing her big round breasts and hard, puckered nipples. A little gold padlock attached the zipper to a matching ring in her belly button, preventing her - or anyone else - from covering herself. She had good legs that were set off nicely by her black patent leather pumps with ankle straps and D-rings that matched the one in her collar.
Everything about her said slave. I tilted my head back and looked down my nose at her. I could feel Edward's eyes on her too. His cock twitched against me through my skirt. "Yes, girl?"
The slave lowered her eyes respectfully as she spoke. "My Mistress sent me over, Ms, with her compliments." Her head still bowed, she looked off to my right.
I followed her gaze and caught sight of a woman, perhaps a little older than me, dressed all in white, with jet black hair cropped short in a pixie cut. She was sitting at a table in the corner, with a slender blonde whose hair tumbled in thick waves over her black dress and down to her waist.
The dark-haired one had high cheekbones, a narrow chin and piercing dark eyes. When they locked with my own, I sucked in my breath involuntarily as I felt a sudden jolt deep in my belly. There was no doubt in my mind that the dark-haired woman was the girl's Mistress. She radiated power - a powerful Domme like myself knows how to recognize it in others. I turned my attention back to her slave. "What’s your name, girl?"
"Carla, Ms." The girl sank gracefully to her knees in front of me, her arms crossed at the wrists, behind her back.
"And why did your Mistress send you to me, Carla?"
"Mistress said I'm to take care of you, Ms. She said to tell you that you look like you could use my services, Ms."
I looked back at the girl's Mistress again. She met my gaze with a Mona Lisa smile, and tilted her head just a little. I smiled back and nodded slightly, a gracious acknowledgement of her gift. She obviously recognized me as a kindred spirit - an equal - and had sent her girl over to pay homage.
I looked down at Carla again. She was gazing up at me through her long, dark eyelashes. I could well imagine what her 'services' would entail. I licked my lips.
Carla slid forward on her knees, reached up, placed both hands on my knees and gently eased them apart. She leaned in toward me but I stopped her with a light touch against her forehead. "You dare to touch me uninvited, girl?" Even though I wanted it - good grief, how I wanted it! - there were rules to be observed. Melissa Windeyer doesn't open her legs for just anybody.
"Please Ms…I’m under instructions," said Carla. "May I?"
I looked at her, so delectable, so subservient. A little voice in the back of my mind sounded a warning, reminding me of the dangers of unknown subbies. I thought of Colleen, who had so treacherously flipped me in Chatro, of Jimmy and Brooke who had filled my head with darkly delicious thoughts as they'd played me for their own wicked schemes. But surely this was different. I was with Edward. He would protect me in the event of any danger, and besides I couldn't see any danger from this girl or her Mistress. They were simply giving me the respect and honor that was due to me.
I smiled, trying not to quiver with anticipation at the thought of this lovely slave doing wondrous things to my body. "You may."
Carla leaned forward again, her head between my spread thighs. I leaned back against Edward, closing my eyes, tensing myself for the first delicious contact of the girl's lips and tongue against my flesh. She surprised me though, by not pushing up my skirt and kissing me through my thong as I expected. Instead she aimed higher, above the waistband of my skirt, flicking her tongue across the ring in my navel. I barely had time to tremble at that before she thrust her tongue deep into my belly button. The sudden sensation was so unexpected and so intense. It felt almost like a cock being driven inside me. My tummy clenched tight. So did my pussy. My feet instinctively lifted up off the floor, my knees spreading wider.
Edward held me tight against him, still with one arm across my ribs just beneath my breasts. His other hand was up higher now, cupping my left breast. I arched up against him, head back on his shoulder, moaning out loud. He kissed my neck from my shoulder to my ear. I tried to hold still but I couldn't help myself. Between his attentions and Carla tongue-fucking my belly button, they had me writhing in his lap, grinding myself against his cock. I thought desperately of icebergs, not to calm myself down - there was no chance at all of that happening - but just to retain some shred of self-control, to keep myself from cumming immediately, to prolong the pleasure.
Carla ran her hands up and down the insides of my thighs, from my trembling knees to the edge of my sopping wet thong, her tongue fluttering across my quaking tummy before she returned to my navel again, sucking the ring into her mouth, tugging it with her teeth, then spearing her tongue back into my belly button and swirling it in a circle. My hips bucked as a mini-orgasm shot through me.
My eyes snapped open as someone - someone new - touched my face. I saw Carla's Mistress standing at my shoulder, looking down at me with the same mysterious smile on her face. She was quite slender, though the vee neckline of her wraparound dress showed quite a lot of cleavage. Again I felt that jolt of electricity as her eyes met mine.
A scarlet nail traced along the chain at my throat. She spoke, but not to me. "Who does she belong to?" Her question was directed to Edward. "Is she yours?"
It took a moment for the question to sink in through the fog of my lust. By the time I opened my mouth, Edward had already replied. "No, she's not mine." I could hear the desire in his voice - not that I needed reminding, with his member digging into me from underneath. "She belongs to Justeen Northcliffe."
I couldn’t argue with that - itwas Ms Justeen's collar that I wore - but that wasn't the point! I'm Melissa Windeyer! I don't 'belong' to anyone. I started to correct him, "I’m a - "
The woman cut me off. "Justeen Northcliffe!" she repeated. "Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while." There was a slight accent in her voice but I couldn't place it. I wasn't in a fit state to judge, just then.
She extended her hand. "I'm Aisha Pashir." I tried to remember where I'd heard that name before, but it was hard enough to think at all.
Edward took it. "Edward Packenham," he replied. "And this is Melissa." I whimpered aloud as he pinched my nipple firmly, though not painfully, between finger and thumb.
Aisha smiled. "Pleased to meet you…both of you."
"You know Justeen?" Edward asked. It felt completely incongruous that they were chatting amiably while Aisha's slave was licking my belly and sending me into a paroxysm of pleasure.
"Oh, we're old friends, though I must confess we've lost touch recently." She hooked her finger under my chain and lifted it slightly, bending forward to examine it. I felt her breath on my flushed cheek and shivered yet again. "Ah, each link engraved with a name...exactly Justeen's style." She chuckled under her breath and turned her gaze back upon me. "Are these all people who've taken you, girl?"
The way she said 'girl' - like I was some mere subbie - cut through me like a knife. I'm Melissa Windeyer! I'm a Domme! But Edward's fingers, Carla's lips and tongue, Aisha's eyes, rendered me incapable of protest. The words I managed to get out were garbled and inarticulate. "I’m not…" I gasped as Carla's tongue sent a shudder through me. "…I don't…"
Aisha stroked my cheek. Her touch was like fire. "Oh, I think you are," she murmured with another smile, "…and I bet you do." She turned to gaze down at Carla. "Take his cock out, darling," she instructed her slave, before she turned back to me and added, "And you will…right here, right now, with your man."
I wanted to object, to tell her that I didn't do such things in public, but my words, my very thoughts were drowned out by the pounding of my heart, the rush of desire through my veins. I bucked on Edward's lap as Carla's hand slid up higher between my legs, brushing my slick, swollen folds through my thin thong, then pushed beneath my butt. My squirming had ridden my skirt up around my waist. My bare butt cheeks rested on Edward's lap - on his cock. I arched myself upward, making room for the slave girl.
Carla's hand found Edward's zipper and drew it down. I felt the hard, hot head of his cock burst free of his pants, jabbing up against my pussy. I moaned and pumped my hips up and down in urgent need. At that moment, I didn't care that I'm a strong, powerful woman who prides herself on her self-discipline. All I cared about was Edward’s cock and having it inside me.
The slave's deft fingers hooked the edge of my thong and pulled it aside, exposing me to Edward. My pussy lips flared open and kissed his shaft. I ground myself down on him, but the angle was wrong. His cock slid forward and the head grazed across my swollen clit. I growled out loud in hunger. I needed to lean forward, to lift myself up and position myself so I could take him inside me, but I couldn't while he was holding me tight against him. Besides, I wasn't sure my quivering muscles would obey me if I tried.
Carla came to my rescue. She reached beneath me, grasped the base of Edward's shaft and guided him between my lips. I closed my eyes and let out a long, quavering moan as I felt his heat inside my velvet folds. I bit my lip and wriggled my hips to ease him inside me - but then Carla's hand pushed his cock backward further, past my entrance, back between my butt cheeks.
My eyes flew open wide. "I can't!" I cried out as I realized what the slave was doing. "Not there! I CAN'T!"
It was her Mistress who took my chin firmly in her hand and forced me to stare up at her. "You can," Aisha told me in a voice that brooked no argument. "You can and you will."
My lips trembled. I wanted to tell her no, that I couldn't, that I wouldn't, that Melissa Windeyer doesn't take it publicly in the ass - but the words wouldn't come. Instead I arched my back further as Carla pressed Edward's thick, hard cock against the tight little star of my anus. The head was slick with my own juices and felt like a red-hot poker against me. I groaned.
"Do it," Aisha ordered. I didn't know if she was talking to me or to Edward. It didn't matter. I felt him buck up against me, just as Carla, head forward against my twitching tummy, stabbed her tongue into my belly button again.
I squealed. My ass opened for Edward and he pushed a little way inside. I cried out at the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Part of me, a last shred of dignity, wanted to raise myself up away from him. There was another part of me though, a stronger part, a part that urged me to sink down on his cock and take it all inside me - and that was the part my body obeyed. I threw my head back and wailed out loud in sudden shameless fulfillment as I impaled myself on him.
Carla held me with a hand beneath each of my knees, lifting my legs so that I leaned back onto Edward. He held me with both hands on my breasts now as he thrust up into my ass, his tongue lapping at the side of my neck, his teeth nibbling at my ear. I felt his shaft stretching me wide, each thrust stroking the head of him against the walls of my pussy from the inside. I was shocked that he was doing this to me, shocked even more that I was letting him, and shocked most of all that I was loving it.
The slave's lips and tongue roved freely over my churning, trembling tummy, from hip to hip, from my navel to my mound. My entire body was shaking like a tree in a storm. My chest heaved, my breasts arched up against Edward's hands, nipples aching. My fingers clutched weakly at Carla's hair as I rubbed my belly on her face, moaning wantonly, needfully, craving the climax that hovered just beyond my reach. I felt like an over-inflated balloon, about to burst. "I…please…I must…I can't…I need…PLEASE!!!" I was horrified to recognize the desperate, whining words as my own.
Aisha slipped a hand behind my neck, holding me by the hair, stretching my head back onto Edward's shoulder. Her face hovered over me. "Make her cum, Carla darling." As Carla's tongue lashed my throbbing clit, Aisha's own tongue slid between my lips and deep into my mouth. I shrieked into her kiss as the balloon finally burst. I felt my belly clamp down tight, my juices squirting out of me like a fountain. My ass squeezed hard around Edward's cock and that set him off too, though I scarcely felt him erupt as my climax consumed me.
I lost myself completely in my orgasm. There was no holding back, no thought of myself at all, no dignity, no decorum. I bucked and writhed on Edward's cock, squirmed and shuddered against Carla's tongue, howled and screamed into Aisha's warm, moist mouth. It went on and on, wave upon wave, crashing over me, engulfing me, overwhelming me, crushing me until there was no Melissa, no me - nothing at all except the pleasure.
It was a long time later when I came around, back to myself. I still lay limply in Edward's lap, his arms holding me up. I could feel his cock, only half-erect now, but still inside my ass. Carla knelt between my splayed legs. Her hair was a tangled mess where I'd grasped at her in my frenzy. Her face and bare chest were glistening, bathed in my juices.
I noticed I'd lost a shoe - I supposed I'd kicked it off in the throes of passion. The other one dangled from my toes. My skirt was a twisted rope around my waist. I still had my cami and my jacket on. I couldn’t feel my thong, though I supposed it was down there somewhere.
Aisha stood over me, stroking the back of my neck. "You gave quite a performance, girl," she said with her same smile. "I hope it helped relieve your need."
I didn’t trust myself to speak. I just nodded weakly. I knew I was in a lot of danger at that moment. If Aisha wanted to take me, she could. Even Carla could have flipped me right then and there. I prayed that, if they tried, Edward would - and could - come to my aid.
To my great relief, Aisha just continued, "You may show your appreciation." She reached up with her free hand and tugged the front of her wraparound dress aside. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Her left breast was the size of an apple, bronzed and rounded. She leaned forward and guided my lips to the little dark nub of her nipple. "Kiss me."
I did as I was told. I didn’t have the strength to disobey - not that I wanted to. The touch of her nipple on my lips sent another jolt of energy coursing through me. The word power leapt unbidden into my mind. My body jerked and my ass clamped down momentarily once again on Edward's cock. I heard him moan softly and he kissed my neck.
"What do you say?" asked Aisha as she straightened up and pulled her dress back into place.
I swallowed hard. My voice trembled as much as my body as I replied, "Th...thank you," though I was appalled to hear myself add, "Ms." I blushed dark.
"Carla, take Melissa to the ladies' room and clean her up." The slave rose to her feet. "She's made quite a mess of herself."
"Yes Mistress." It suddenly occurred to me - Mistress Aisha. That was what the younger woman in the bathroom back at Waves had said. Mistress Aisha was Aisha Pashir, the commanding presence who stood before me, the woman who had gotten me and Edward to have anal sex in public, just moments ago. I trembled.
Aisha stepped back and Carla helped me up off Edward. I shuddered again when his cock came out of my ass. Another tiny spasm surged through me and I almost fell. I hardly dared to look around me, expecting the whole room to be staring, sneering, the way they would have in Chatro or Ronaldo, but to my surprise no-one seemed to be paying me much attention.
My legs were wobbly and I held onto Carla for support as she found my other shoe and held it for me to put it on. She was several inches shorter than me, even though her heels were taller than mine, but she steadied me with my arm across her shoulders as she led me across the bar, out into the hallway to the restroom.
There was a long counter with at least a half dozen sinks. Carla leaned me against the counter and went to work with some warm water and paper towels to clean her saliva, my own sticky fluids and Edward's cum off me. I gasped and almost climaxed again when she wiped the rim of my still gaping ass, even though she was gentle, and I did cum when she accidentally - or I think it was accidentally - rubbed the paper towel across my painfully sensitive clit.
Ten minutes later, my skirt back in place, hair brushed and makeup touched up, I followed her back into the bar. My little lace thong was in my purse - it was too soaked to wear, and trying would only have been uncomfortable and undone much of Carla's cleanup work.
Somewhat to my surprise, Carla didn't bother to clean herself up, apart from tidying her hair a little, mostly by slicking it back with her fingers. Her face, neck, chest and even her belly were coated with the eruption from my orgasm, but she left them alone. "Oh no, Ms, it wouldn't be right to clean myself...not until I'm home. Being used is what I'm for, and I like to look the part, like I'm being a good girl and serving well." I didn't know what to say to that, so I just smiled.
Edward was standing beside the table, talking to Aisha. I blushed when I saw the dark stain on the front of his jeans. The blonde who had been sitting with Aisha when I first noticed them, had joined the pair. She was much taller than Aisha, as tall as Edward. She smiled at me as Carla and I approached, and introduced herself, "I'm Jenni Haversham…Aisha's wife," though she didn't offer her hand.
"Nice to meet you." I didn't offer my hand either.
"Aisha's invited us to lunch tomorrow, at her house," Edward informed me.
I smiled at Aisha. "That's so kind of you," I said, though I couldn't help but feel a little anxiety at the thought of spending more time with this woman, her wife and her slave. A few minutes earlier, I would have surrendered to them - any or all of them - and I didn't relish the thought that I might be put in that position again.
That feeling of trepidation only increased when Aisha replied, "Think nothing of it. I know some people who'll be fascinated to meet you." I wasn't sure if I detected the slightest hesitation before she said 'meet you', but I wrote it off as mere paranoia. After all, she'd just given me the most marvelous treat.
"And thank you for letting me use Carla just now," I said, being gracious.
Aisha and Jenni smiled at each other before Aisha answered. "You’re most welcome, Melissa."
Edward placed his hand in the small of my back. "I think it's time we called it a night though, don't you?" I smiled and nodded. He bowed slightly to the others. "Until tomorrow, ladies."
"We look forward to it," said Aisha. "Remember, the Spanish style house at the top of the hill as you come into Blue Water Village. You can't miss it."
"Till then." Edward offered me his arm and we walked outside. Edward offered me his jacket but I politely declined - the cool air felt wonderful against my fevered skin. I leaned heavily against Edward and he kept his arm around my waist as we made our way along the beachfront, back to the car.
Edward kissed me when he opened the door for me, and squeezed my butt gently. "You were magnificent, Melissa." I smiled at him as I slid gingerly into the leather seat, but I wondered whether to be elated or dismayed at what had happened. Melissa Windeyer does not do slutty - but I had, and I had to admit I'd enjoyed it.
Why had I done that? No-one had forced me. They could have, but they hadn't. I'd done it because I wanted to, because it felt right, like it was the most natural thing in the world to behave like a common slut. And just like all the other displays of debauchery we'd witnessed that night, nobody even seemed to pay attention.
Edward climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. We weren't halfway up the hill heading out of town, when his hand strayed from the shift lever to my thigh. I looked across at him and winked. "Edward Packenham, you’re insatiable!"
He grinned back. "I think it’s something in the water."
THE END