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As soon as Melissa found time, she opened up the Fetlife website and searched for a user called MelissaSucks. She found her and she found the same images that she had been sent in the email. She saw her profile, except she didn?t write it and it wasn?t finished. There were sections ready to be written and she wondered what they would say. The first section was already filled in and she was surprised to see images taken at Paul?s house but she didn?t know when he would have had the time to snap them. But, there they were, together with a small sentence from him praising her charms and compliance and detailing how hard he had fucked her and how she screamed that she wanted more.Melissa couldn?t remember saying she wanted more, but then she remembered what she had said while he spanked her hard. No, she thought, the account was about right. Accurate enough.A whole week of normal life and almost vanilla sex went whizzing past and then, out of the blue, a message came through while she was out shopping. She looked at it and saw that it was from him. Or at least she presumed it was him. It would have to wait until she got home, but all the while she shopped, it niggled away at her resolve, increasing her curiosity.She knew something was up. She glanced at the Fetlife website and she could tell that she had made another friend. She couldn?t see any messages or emails but she knew he was sporty. His image showed him in a rugby top in the colours of the local rugby team. It made her wonder what it was all about.Melissa dumped the shopping bags on the table as soon as she got home. She instructed her husband, John, to unpack while she rushed upstairs with the usual excuse. She sat on the toilet in peace and opened the messages on her phone.They were more like instructions rather than a conversational message. His name was Brian, and as she read the instructions it became apparent that she was dead right about the guys' sporty outlook. The more she read, the more turned on she became, and she soon found herself biting the edge of her finger as she contemplated the possibilities. She sucked on her finger before letting it slide between her folds. Her eyes closed, her nipples ached, and her pussy craved satisfaction. It wasn?t going to get it, not until the weekend.Even by Melissa?s standards, the instructions seemed downright lewd, and yet she started to make her excuses for the Sunday afternoon?s meeting. She couldn?t help herself. She almost laughed out loud at the meagre threats about her husband finding out if she didn?t go through with it.This time, she replied to the sender.I?ll be there. I don?t want him finding out. Please don?t send him those images.She congratulated herself on the style of the response and the manner of her pathetic whimpering and then started to giggle. In all honesty, she only cheated on John very infrequently and only when she was desperate for an intense fuck and so it was a puzzle for her to understand how those images got into the wrong hands.She bahis siteleri pulled her knickers up and then her trousers.One of those images, the one of her on her knees sucking off a bloke down a dark alley must have been taken two years ago. It was a dark and grainy picture at best, but you could see it was one of her, caught at precisely the right time when his cock spurted over her face.She buttoned her trousers and turned to flush the loo.The image of her exiting a Debenhams store changing room with another bloke in tow must have been fortuitous, she thought. She blamed the bloke for telling her that she would look nice in that bra and knickers outfit while she was browsing. She just needed to take the compliment and nod in his direction. She didn?t need to ask him to come to the changing room with her to see what they looked like and she didn?t need to blow him while wearing them. It must have been the longest anyone had stayed in a changing cubicle especially when she never had any intention of buying the items. She started to think about how these three images came together, in the hands of the one person that was now her Master, or so she believed.She put the phone in her pocket and exited the toilet.It was that last image that concerned her the most, the one of her splayed over a bench, hands tied to the legs with a guy about to cane her backside. The club was supposed to be legit. Aboveboard and genuine. Yet they must have let someone in that could take that picture. Someone that must have been so close to her, though she wouldn?t have known because she was blindfolded at the time. She remembered the pain of that encounter all too well until she climaxed and wet the bench and floorboards on the seventh stroke.Melissa caught her breath and tried to calm herself before the evening?s conversation with her husband. He wouldn?t be pleased about her having to help out Sian on Sunday afternoon. The same Sian that she had forgotten to tell him about a promise she had made to her, but Melissa was never the one to break promises.Two days later she opened Fetlife in a browser. There were no further clues as to what may be in store for her. Brian had gone quiet which was strange because he was often quite verbal in the forums and message boards. She wondered whether it was a condition of the meeting, one set by her Master.She would find out soon enough, one day to go, she thought. While her husband slept at night she found herself wide-eyed and contemplating all sorts of filthy things that two people could get up to. The attire she had to wear concerned her the most but it wouldn?t be the first time she would be dressed that smutty. She needed sleep. Deep sleep. She contemplated waking her husband for a quick fuck to settle her nerves but she knew that it would compromise the excitement of the following day.ooOooOn Sunday, Melissa almost jumped out of bed at six in the morning. Showered early, packed a small bag of clothes and then had to wait until two in canlı bahis siteleri the afternoon. At just gone midday, after she ate a ham sandwich, she kissed her husband on the cheek and made to say her goodbyes. At least he had come around to spending the Sunday afternoon on his own. An afternoon of binge-watching a new series he had started on Amazon Prime or so he told her.Melissa was also looking forward to watching something. Not on the television though. No, she had ideas of watching a cock fill her pussy to the point of making her burst with pleasure. She rushed to the car and drove off, knowing that she had another two hours of driving around and waiting before her afternoon meet. She reckoned on being at the rugby club about half an hour before she needed to be and hoped that Brian wouldn?t be late. A message popped up on her phone from her Master, telling her that she hoped she would enjoy Brian, followed by the fact that it was another chapter in her life?s story. Melissa didn?t reply but she had a feeling she was going to enjoy every minute.Melissa arrived at the rugby club with plenty of time to spare. She didn?t need to get dressed as such, more undressed. She stripped bare before reaching into her bag for the white T-shirt that barely covered her midriff and white ankle socks. She shook her head at the ankle socks but put them on anyway. She just about managed to squeeze her large breasts into the medium-sized T-shirt that she was told to wear and one that she had to purchase especially for the day. Her breasts just about oozed out of them and the garment never had a chance of covering the swell of her tit flesh from underneath.She placed all her items in one of the lockers and stepped into the shower. She felt her nipples swell with the hot water and the stickiness of the T-shirt as it tugged on her breasts. Finally, she walked out of the shower and sat on one of the benches facing the door with her hands on her hips and her legs angled so that her shaved pussy was on full display. The clock on the wall indicated there were three minutes of waiting left.Melissa calmed her nerves as much as she could. Her tummy fluttered with butterflies trying to escape and her breathing was shallow and fast. She wondered what Brian would be like in the flesh? Would his cock be as impressive as Paul?s? Would he use her as Paul had done? Would she be treated like another fuck toy? Secretly, she hoped she would be because that?s what turned her on the most.Melissa knew this would be a just-for-sex session. Just like the other one. The more she thought about that the wetter the bench became underneath her and it wouldn?t be from the wet T-shirt. She couldn?t help but squirm around; moving her hands behind her which only caused her legs to open wider. She hoped that the next person that would walk through the door would be Brian, at least that?s what she hoped. Whoever would walk through the door would get an eyeful of her glistening wet pussy and the wet patch canlı bahis beneath it.She couldn?t believe she was being this brave, this was exhibitionism at its naughtiest. Feeling somewhat impatient, she drummed her fingers against the bench, she could feel her nipples harden under the T-shirt with the few whisps of cold air that permeated the room and she loved the way she was behaving. Now and then her stomach muscles would clench with the sheer thrill of anticipation.Her head shot up quickly as she heard the door open. Her eyes fixed on the edge of the corridor. She waited for the person to round the corner. Her mouth dropped open as a muscly God walked into the room. She immediately started to look him over as she straightened herself to sit upright. He appeared to have everything: broad shoulders, massive chest, tight shorts with an already visible and impressive bulge, and thick muscly thighs. Melissa bit her lower lip to stop herself from whimpering and pushed her chest out in an attempt to match his.?Well, Melissa,? he said, ?you are a lovely slut and so ready to be fucked, aren?t you??Melissa nodded and placed her hands on her hips as per the instructions. Her tits heaved, her nipples protruded and her whole body was on heat.Brian didn?t waste any time. He walked straight up to her and stood inches away and with his fingers poised under her chin and lifted it to look into her eyes. Melissa moved her body slightly forward as she looked skyward before dropping her eyes to the bulge that lay directly in front of her.Melissa knew what was coming and yet it seemed a lifetime before he pulled his dick from his tight shorts as he shoved them down around his ankles. His semi-hard cock hung before her eyes, trying to hide the heavy balls behind them. Melissa licked her lips, after all, what was a girl to do? The thought of what it would look like erect, caused little electrical pulses to shoot between her nipples. She wanted to pounce on it but she was told not to behave too eager.Brian?s hand rounded the back of Melissa?s head and grabbed a handful of hair, he pulled her closer so that her mouth was inches away from his cock. With his other hand, he grabbed his dick and started to swipe it across her lips. When it stopped moving, Melissa started to suck hard on the end, feeling it grow and stiffen in her mouth; a feeling she always relished.Melissa?s hand reached out to hold the base of his cock as she started to lick along its length, teasing the head with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth, bobbing up and down and taking more and more on every downward stroke. Swallowing it for him. Her mind was crying out for him to fuck her with it but she had to pleasure him with her mouth first.Just as she was on her way down she heard the door creak once more and then more voices. Her immediate reaction was to stop sucking and pull off his cock, and wrap her arms about her to cover herself up. She experienced an intense feeling of embarrassment. Brian held her still with the flat of his hand on the back of her head. His grip tightened as he fucked her mouth slowly and all the while Melissa heard voices talking, people walking, footsteps getting closer and all she could do was suck cock.