Scandalicious (7 page)

A
t eight on the dot, she was at the front door. Melanee knew the drill. She rang the bell twice to announce her arrival, waited exactly one minute, and then let herself in.

Heart palpitating, she stepped into the entry, and then made strides down the corridor that led to the main room. And there he was. Her lover. Her master. The man she lived and breathed for.

Colden was sitting on the white leather sofa. Beside him was a plump white girl.

Melanee kept a straight face, though she wanted to frown at the sight of her lover’s broad arms, wrapped around a fat white chick. He didn’t acknowledge Melanee. His face was buried in the chick’s bosom.

The white chick had on black panties and bra. The straps of her black bra dangled over her shoulders. The bra was still hooked around her back, but the cups were pulled down. When she noticed Melanee, her blue eyes sparked in frightful surprise. Then she let out a gasp and pulled away from Colden. “Somebody’s…”

“Ah, our guest has arrived,” Colden said as if Melanee’s presence was an unexpected delight.

Guest!
It was shameful the way she’d been downgraded to being a guest in the place that was once her home.

“Why is she here?” The fat chick tugged on her bra, attempting to pull it up and cover her naked breasts.

Colden stilled her hand, firmly covering it with his, leaving her ample breasts and large pink nipples exposed. “Brandy, I want you to meet Melanee. She’s going to be joining us.”

“Hi, Brandy,” Melanee said, trying to put the white bitch at ease. She noticed that there was a cheapness about Brandy—tramp-like. Not like a paid prostitute, but more like the town slut who gave the goodies away in an unending quest for love.

She had a round baby face. Her blue eyes were decorated with a ton of dark mascara and eyeliner. And the way she spoke, well, Melanee could tell that Brandy hadn’t gone very far in school. She was nothing like the classy women Colden usually went for. He had a penchant for beautiful and elegant women. Women who spent hundreds of dollars at the hair salon, and who were into high-end fashion, Pilates, and other forms of body sculpting. Women who put Melanee to shame.

For the first time since she’d begun her twisted relationship with Colden, Melanee didn’t feel inferior. She felt a little sorry for Brandy. The naïve girl probably thought that Colden really had the hots for her. He didn’t. He was kissing and cuddling right now. But those acts of affection were merely a ploy to reel Brandy in. Very soon, he would begin to break down her will and any sense of value she might possibly have.

In a way, Melanee felt lucky. Colden hadn’t given her a false impression. He clearly defined their relationship, the moment he met her.

Melanee was earning extra money, working for a catering company. She met Colden while serving appetizers at a fundraiser that was held at the home of a married couple, who appeared to be morally upstanding citizens. It seemed to be a regular social gathering, but all of the guests indulged in an alternative, secret lifestyle.

Colden was flanked by two beautiful women when she approached, offering tasty tidbits from the silver tray she held.

The women declined, turning up their noses. Colden regarded her large glasses and bad hairdo and smiled. “You’re an interesting-looking
serving girl. I’m not hungry, but when you’ve emptied that tray, I’ll allow you to service me.” His female companions erupted in catty giggles.

Stunned and humiliated, Melanee scurried away. Her face burned with shame as she worked the room, offering the guests exquisite gourmet morsels. Though she tried to avoid any eye contact with the man who had ridiculed her, she kept sneaking glances. He had a commanding presence, and his crude words had ignited something strange inside her. Intrigued and inexplicably sexually excited, she sought him out after she’d finished serving the guests.

She had hoped to find him alone, but he was still chatting with the same two women. Afraid that he’d leave before she gave him her number, Melanee approached him.

“Um, excuse me. Can I speak to you in private?” she said, eyes lowered, her face aflame with mortification.

He looked at her as if her presence was offensive. “Give me a minute,” he said. After making her wait five minutes, he walked a few steps away from his female companions.

“What can I do for you?”

“I want to give you my phone number,” she said in a quivering voice.

“And why would I want your number?” he asked, and then let out a rumble of laughter. The two Barbie dolls sneered at her and shook their heads in disgust.

Melanee wanted to go through the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought—”

“What did you think?”

“That…you know…maybe you wanted to hook up sometime.”

“I live in the moment. If you want to service me, then you can do it now.”

Melanee looked around. People were mingling and socializing. The other catering staff was going about their duties. Maybe she wouldn’t be missed if she slipped away to one of the bedrooms for a quickie. This man had a magnetic personality. He aroused her in a way that she didn’t quite understand.

“Okay,” she shamefully agreed.

In the midst of the party, he took her to an alcove—not a bedroom—he didn’t even seek out the privacy of a bathroom. He pulled her into shadowy recesses of the large room.

He unzipped his pants and presented a large and venous dick. “Kneeling is the only way you’re going to service me properly.” He spoke to Melanee as if she were a dull-witted child.

“You want me to…” her voice trailed off as she looked around worriedly. “You want me to do it, right here?”

“Why not?” Amusement gleamed in his charcoal-colored eyes.

She had assumed that servicing him meant sexual intercourse. He was so confident and physically attractive, Melanee had been looking forward to getting a good, hard fuck. But Colden made it clear that he only wanted a blow job. And for some reason, she couldn’t deny him.

On her knees, sucking a stranger’s dick in a corner while the party was in full swing, Melanee was quite a spectacle.

Colden must have had some kind of pull because the hosts and the other guests looked the other way, pretending not to notice the debauchery that was occurring in the alcove.

“Swallow it,” he demanded when he released a load inside her mouth.

As if caught up in some kind of love trance, she immediately obeyed. It took three gulps before she got all of his creamy mixture down. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

Colden didn’t offer her a hand to help her up. With a hand pressed against the wall, she struggled to her feet.

Sucking dick on command was the most humiliating, yet insanely erotic thing that she’d ever done.

But while the attendees didn’t appear offended, Melanee’s boss, on the other hand, was irate and indignant. “You should be arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior,” he told her after firing her.

Instantly hooked on sexual degradation, Melanee’s life changed the night she surrendered her will to Colden.

“What do mean, she’s joining us?” Brandy’s confused voice brought Melanee back to the present.

Melanee patiently waited for Colden to bring Brandy up to speed. If the poor girl had been looking for love, she was in the wrong place.

“Are you trying to get me involved in a threesome or something?” Frowning, Brandy crossed her arms in front of her enormous breasts.

“Something like that.” Colden cut an eye at Melanee. He gave her a conspiratorial smile, and she nearly swooned from the attention.

“I’m not into that,” Brandy said with much distaste.

“How do you know you won’t like it? Try it. It turns me on. Do it for me,” he said in a placating tone.

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to do anything. Just open your legs and allow Melanee to eat your pussy.”

“I don’t know.”

“I know it’s your first time, but you don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be right here. Holding you, kissing you.” His voice was velvet as he stroked Brandy’s streaked hair. “You’re my good girl, right?”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Shh.” Silencing her protest, he covered her mouth with his lips. Seduced her with kisses while his dark hands were busy, groping and squeezing her melon-like breasts as if checking for ripeness.

“Come over here, Melanee.”

Given a direct order, Melanee crossed the room and stood before Colden and Brandy. Colden tugged on Brandy’s arm, urging her to sit on his lap. Once she was in place, he gyrated on her wide rear end; his long finger rubbed her panty crotch.

“Melanee is going to be especially gentle with you,” he said softly. “She’s going to show you the pleasure of a woman’s tongue.”

Melanee yearned to taste the dick that was bulged inside Colden’s pants. The dick that was pressed against the white girl’s ass. But she had to earn the right to even touch Colden’s private parts.

Brandy squirmed, uncomfortable with Melanee standing over her.

“Relax, love,” Colden whispered. He held one of her hefty breasts, offering it to Melanee.

Kneeling, Melanee drew the big pink nipple inside her mouth. She wasn’t attracted to women in the least, but if she expected to get the treat that she really wanted, she’d have to suck titties and lick pussy until the white girl was persuaded to bust a nut.

“That’s enough.” Colden nudged Melanee away from Brandy’s titty. “Take her panties off and make her cum.”

Obediently, Melanee worked the black panties over Brandy’s hips. Brandy shivered as Colden pulled her thighs wide apart, presenting Melanee a close-up view of wet pussy.

Crouched on the floor, Melanee licked the pussy drippings that began flowing freely.

Brandy moaned when Melanee’s tongue snaked inside her pussy. She wriggled in sexual excitement. “Oh, my God, this is so freaky!” Brandy exclaimed, sounding shocked that her body was responding to the caresses of a female’s skilled tongue.

“Lick it, baby. Show me how much you love eating pussy,” Colden crooned.

Motivated, Melanee lapped with pleasure, totally disregarding
the fact that she wasn’t really into women. She ate pussy for Colden’s pleasure. And for the reward he gave her afterward.

Brandy moved her hips and moaned, caught up in the excitement of forbidden pleasure. And Melanee was so thrilled to be back in Colden’s good graces, she moaned along with Brandy.

Brandy grabbed the back of Melanee’s head, undulating and grinding on her face.

Colden tapped Melanee on the shoulder. “She’s ready. Go for it. Suck the cum out of that pussy.”

Lips locked around Brandy’s outer lips, Melanee’s tongue swirled around her clit. When Brandy began moving her hips and breathing heavily, Melanee then penetrated the woman’s plush walls. It only took a few minutes for Brandy to begin vibrating; practically screaming when she climaxed.

Brandy panted, palm against the center of her chest, as if trying to slow down her heart rate.

“You okay, baby?” Colden asked, smiling with pride as if he’d made Brandy cum.

Melanee didn’t like hearing him still being so affectionate with this newcomer. She’d done what he expected, and it was her turn now.

“How was it?” Colden asked, still focusing on Brandy.

“Oh, my God. So good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out.”

“Not anymore. All you have to do is put your trust in me, and I’ll introduce you to a world of kinky pleasure.”

“I trust you,” Brandy murmured, sounding exhausted and satisfied as she made herself more comfortable in Colden’s lap.

Melanee was jealous. She wanted to get off the floor and get some of Colden’s affection, but she kept her feelings to herself. She would have to really behave if she wanted to suck Colden’s dick.

She missed waking up and serving him. She was suffering—literally withering without him. Every day, she asked herself why she had ruined their relationship—being defiant and challenging his authority. Now he only saw her occasionally, and she missed him so much. Hopefully, the day would soon come when she had proven herself worthy and obedient enough to be allowed to return home.

“Brandy,” Colden whispered.

“Hmm?”

“When you’re with me, you have to learn to share.”

Brandy frowned.

“It’s Melanee’s turn.”

Brandy’s eyes popped open. “I don’t eat pussy.”

“You will. Eventually.” He patted her ass, urging her to move over to the other cushion of the leather sofa.

Melanee’s lips replaced Brandy’s. She whimpered in appreciation as Colden’s dick glided along her tongue. Tasting him was like heaven; she could have cried from sheer pleasure. But Melanee knew better than to lollygag. She went to work on his dick. Worshipping it with her tongue. Sucking it slowly, pulling it in deeply until the head was practically down her throat. She cupped his balls reverently, giving them a light squeeze.

Colden’s tempo changed, and Melanee cracked her eyes open. She observed him as he motioned Brandy to join them.

Melanee wanted to keep Colden’s dick sheltered inside her mouth, but knowing what he intended to do, she released the suction hold.

“Take over,” he told Brandy as he eased his dick from Melanee’s mouth.

Brandy looked confused. “Do you want me to finish blowing you?”

“No. Jerk me off.”

Unsure of what Colden expected, Brandy took his dick and held it delicately.

“Jerk me off.”

Brandy gripped his erection tighter, sliding her hand up and down.

“Aim at Melanee’s face.”

“Huh?” Perplexed, she looked down at Melanee as she delivered hand strokes.

Still on her knees, Melanee edged closer. With her chin jutting upward, she anticipated a splash of sticky fluid—the kind of facial that couldn’t be purchased from a store.