Melia's Time
by ProofreadManx ©
Chelsea got to her knees, straddled Melia's upper torso and put her
left arm against the wall behind the bed to support and steady her.
She removed her right hand's fingers from her wet snatch, slid them up
her labia to spread her inner lips to present Melia with her favorite
view of her.

"Oh, now, lick it doll. You know how mistress likes to have her clit
and pussy lips licked by your hot tongue and mouth. Stick your tongue
up my hole. Don't be afraid now. Fuck my hole with your tongue until
mistress starts to get really hot and cums on your mouth," Chelsea
panted.

"Yes mistress. I want to lick it, and to suck it, and to tongue it
just the way you want me to," Melia obediently replied with virgin
innocence. Melia reached up to bury her mouth and tongue into her
lover's inner thigh, greedily lapping the moisture that gathered at
the inner creases of her red, puffy folds. Chelsea closed her eyes to
moan up at the bed's linen canopy. She put her hand behind Melia's
neck to pull her face up into her drenched open, red, swollen, pussy
lips.

Chelsea gasped and groaned for words, "Oh yes honey. That's my baby!
Suck me! Lick me! Lick it out! Swallow my honey wetness! I have more
for you sweetheart. Mistress is really hot this evening." Her face
contorted, her pelvis rotated; her swollen labia brushed Melia's chin,
lips and cheeks. Glistening precum smeared Melia's face from Chelsea's
languid grinding, humping, and thrusting. Chelsea's eyes fluttered as
she twisted to watch the escort's oral service. His face and mustache
beaded wet with clear, pussy slime. He caught her eye and waited for
instructions.

"Mistress," Melia muffled voice called out, "make him fuck me," she
pleaded.

Chelsea's pelvic undulations became more rapid after Melia spoke.
"Take that cock of yours and fuck her pussy!" she gasped, breathing
heavily. "Don't come until I allow you to do so."

The escort rose to kneel between Melia's legs. He grabbed each of her
ankles and lifted them to his shoulders. He held her right leg with
his left hand, while grasping his full, throbbing cock with his right.
The treasures of Melia's beautiful pussy and ass exposed themselves to
him, together, for the first time. Flicking his cock, he tapped
Melia's clit hood with the hard, rigid end of his cockhead. Then, he
gently placed his muscle's wet tip at the entrance of her red, swollen
crevice. No injury to her tonight, he thought. Her pussy easily
swallowed his cockhead and the first few inches of his shaft.

"Oh, fuck Chelsea! He feels so fucking good!" Melia cried from under
Chelsea's inner thighs. "Please, take him and fuck it up me like my
toy!"

Chelsea turned and gingerly walked her knees around her lover body.
She bent over to present her ass cheeks to Melia's mouth. Chelsea
stared directly at the escort as she reached to grab his fuck pole. He
released his grasp from his thickened, veined, muscle to close his
eyes and concentrate. Chelsea clasped his tool with her hand to remove
it from Melia's pussy. Separating Melia's cunt lips with two fingers
of her other hand, she slowly stroked Hunter's meaty organ along
Melia's wet slit. Melia and Hunter groaned in unison. Chelsea
increased the tempo of the up and down stroking, milking his precum
along Melia's slit. The trio breathed more heavily as the room filled
with the sounds of wet, stroking sex.

"Oh mistress!" Melia begged, "Please hurry. Fuck his cock into me!"

"Patience," Chelsea moaned to Melia. "First, I want you to tongue
mistress' asshole. You've been naughty and must please mistress now,"
Chelsea scolded.

Melia separated Chelsea's cheeks; her brown rosebud winked at her
invitingly. Melia closed her eyes to lick instinctively at the
familiar edges of her dark sphincter to moisten it and to prod it
open. Impatiently, she thrust the length of her strong tongue into the
tight hole to wiggle it around. It was difficult for Chelsea to
concentrate now. She grabbed the escort's cock, placed its engorged,
purple mushroom head at her own mouth, and then slowly, inch by inch,
swallowed it down.

"Mistress," moaned the escort quietly as her right hand stroked the
outside of his member while using her lips and throat as a surrogate
pussy. He closed his eyes; he gritted his teeth.

She withdrew his cock from his mouth and commanded, "Stay hard for her
after you shoot cum into my mouth."

Without looking at her, he gasped, "Yes mistress. Thank you."

"Now, cum in my mouth!" Chelsea demanded.

With both hands that supported her torso, she grabbed the escort's
shaft to jack it off rapidly. Closing his eyes, he quietly moaned;
only a few additional strokes by Chelsea's strong hands did it. An
open red mouth enticed him to fill it. His breathing intensified; his
body stiffened. The escort gasped and groaned as a long, white, hot,
stream of sticky cream shot through Chelsea's open lips. His hips
thrust forward; another prolonged jet of liquid pearls landed on her
flicking tongue. The intensity of the orgasm surprised even him. It
was difficult for her at first to swallow the torrent of cum; some of
it missed its open target to streak across her cheeks. Yet, another
blast of shot rocketed from his muscle's pee hole. A pool of white goo
quickly puddled at the front her Chelsea's mouth and trickled down in
thick gobs and drops at the front and bottom of her chin.

Chelsea nervously gulped and gurgled, "Oh gawd! Umm . . . Mmm . . ."

Melia peeked above Chelsea's ass to squeal. Melia looked at Chelsea to
offer her supple lips for a taste. With cum splattered from her mouth,
face and chin, Chelsea turned around to Melia to offer her a chance to
lick it off. To Chelsea's delight, Melia mouthed and tongued the
dripping jizz from Chelsea' face and mouth. Chelsea placed the palms
of her hands across Melia's face to wipe the remaining wetness clean
of excess moisture; then, she licked her own hands. Her nipples and
areolas were hard and erect; Chelsea dropped her face to lick and suck
Melia's tits. Both breathed and moaned as they rubbed their hot, wet
slits with their stroking middle fingers. The gushing, slathering
sounds of the two females masturbating greatly excited the three of
them. Hunter's cock throbbed and grew fully erect again; he began to
slowly stroke it as excess cum dripped from its squirt hole onto the
bed.

"He may kiss me mistress," Melia purred.

Chelsea exchanged positions with Hunter; she slid along the bed sheets
to position herself between Melia's spread eagle legs. She motioned to
Hunter, who began to French kiss Melia while rubbing her neck and
breasts with his massive hands. Chelsea's blood boiled with excitement
as she saw her lover's shaved pussy dripping wet, warm, clear precum
that drenched her inner thighs. Chelsea separated Melia's pussy lips
with her fingers and began to lap her oozing moistures.

Melia reached for Hunter's tumescent, bobbing muscle. He lowered
himself onto her to smother and suckle her nipples while his pinching
lips vacuumed them between his teeth. He bit them gently. Melia
moaned. She reached around his stiff, pulsing shaft and began to
stroke it up and down, awkwardly at first; a rhythm soon developed.
Residual semen and fresh precum flowed from Hunter's cock onto her
stroking hand and fingers. Her large eyes looked at him naively while
she licked his mushroom head and her hand clean of his leaking fluids.

Hunter sucked Melia's nipples as Chelsea spread Melia's legs wider.
Chelsea gently bit Melia's clit hood between her lips and front teeth
to stretch it out slightly. She released it letting it snap back,
slightly stretched. Repeatedly, she bit it, then, released it. Melia
closed her eyes and opened her mouth to her pussy's radiating
pleasures. Her mouth and jaw opened and closed, but she did not utter
a sound. While grabbing Chelsea's face, Melia flung her head back onto
the pillow and tightly squinted her eyes shut.

Chelsea rapidly tapped Melia's clit hood hard with two fingers,
slightly numbing it for a surprise. Suddenly, Chelsea placed her
entire mouth over Melia's slit to slather her tongue along her folds
and down to her asshole. Melia drew her legs up to further invite
Chelsea to take advantage of her. Chelsea removed her face from
Melia's cunt to slide four fingers into its dark, red, wet hole.
Chelsea's fingers were coated with clear, wet cunt juice that dripped
along her arm; she removed them from her lover's hole repeatedly to
suck off the excess, dripping moisture only to stick her fingers back
into Melia's cunt to finger fist her for more. Melia thrashed her head
on the pillow, now lowly moaning. Chelsea sipped at Melia's cunt ooze
and tickled her clit with her mouth and lips; she tugged on her pearl
between her lips, drawing it up from their protective folds. Ready to
cum, Melia's pelvis thrust upward to force her inner thighs into
Chelsea's gaping mouth. She bucked her pelvis-her body stiffened-her
face contorted. As if ready to burst from the pressure, Melia
screamed; wave after wave of convulsive spasms raced along her frozen
body; her head and neck arched back onto the pillow.

"Chelsea!" she whimpered, almost inaudibly.

Chelsea removed her mouth from Melia's inner thighs to instruct the
escort firmly, "Fuck her Hunter! Fuck her now!"

Melia continued to cum as Hunter quickly knelt between Melia's legs to
present his long muscle to the entrance of her pussy. With one quick,
easy, deep thrust into her wet, gaping, hot, juicy opening, he deeply
fucked her womb. As her red face and neck muscles strained and her
open mouth went silent, Melia stiffened again into uncontrolled
ecstasy; her back arched slowly off the bed. Suddenly, she thrust back
her cunt onto Hunter's thick cock as her orgasm peaked; she remained
rigid for several moments as she surrendered to the spasms of her sex.
Finally, Melia collapsed moaning onto the bed. Spent, trying to catch
her breath, her eyes blinked to re-focus on the room, her lover, and
the stranger. A warm calm slowly settled over her.

As she placed a wet finger in her mouth, she turned her head to
Chelsea with her large eyes to beg, "Straddle my face so I can lick
your wonderful cunt. Now honey!"

"Oh my baby," Chelsea cried. She quickly knelt over Melia's gorgeous
face and mashed her dripping pussy onto her lover's lips. Melia's wet,
gooey fingers reached around Chelsea's perfectly round ass cheeks to
feel for her damp, humid asshole. She fucked two fingers into the
entrance of Chelsea's rosebud. Melia grasped Chelsea's waist to pull
her hot gash down onto her open lips and mouth. Chelsea rotated her
pelvis to grind her inner thighs and throbbing clit over her lover's
cheeks and nose.

With her eyes only half open, Chelsea glanced behind her at the escort
to moan, "Now, escort, fuck your cock up that tight little ass of
hers! Fuck it hard!"

Without hesitation, Hunter grabbed both of Melia's knees raising them
high to expose her tight, round, ass globes.

"You heard mistress, Hunter," Melia gasped staring at him, "fuck that
tight, hot, man-virgin asshole of mine-hard!"

Without his hands, he positioned his cock head right over her brown,
winking orifice and pressed against it. It was already moist and
supple, and initially accepted his cock head at the first stage to her
ultimate submission to him. Instinctively, it seemed Melia relaxed her
sphincter for a brief moment; Hunter took this cue to spear his turgid
shaft up her ass in one deep, penetrating thrust. Only a muffled moan
came from Melia from under Chelsea's wet pussy. He withdrew his cock
slowly, still leaving the thick head within her. Then, his rigid tool
drove into her, hard, again. Hunter panted; Melia moaned. With each
successive thrust that lubricated her dark channel, Hunter drilled her
ass more easily while increasing his speed and depth of penetration.
Rhythmically, he pistoned her dark depths as Melia moaned at the
delight of each plunge.

Melia's frenzied moaning drove Chelsea wild. She gyrated her hips in
an oval as Melia tried to mouth and suck the slime from her lover
inner thighs. Chelsea aimed her throbbing clit over Melia' mouth, then
thrust it onto her puffy, sucking lips. Chelsea whimpered as Melia
continued to fuck Chelsea's asshole with her fingers. Only a few more
strokes, Chelsea thought. She grabbed the back of Melia's head to pull
her up into her steamy, hot pussy; her back stiffened.

Unplanned, the trio was going to cum at the same time. Chelsea spilled
over first; her orgasm was a tidal wave that echoed through her tight
body. Her pelvis thrust violently onto Melia's mouth. "Darling, I'm
cumming . . ." Chelsea froze and squirted a clear, ribbon of femcum
into Melia's anticipating mouth. Melia slurped and swallowed all of
it. Catching her breath, Chelsea said, "Cum in her ass, Hunter."

Watching closely, Hunter allowed his pressurized cock and balls to
rocket fluids. Without additional control, he blasted hot creamy jizz
up Melia's ass. Convulsively, stream after stream of hot gooey fluid
spurted into her hot, juicy, dark tunnel. Melia felt the warm spray
coat the walls of her inner depths. One last long thrust fucked her up
to the root of his cock; his final spurts jetted into her deep
recesses.

"Oh . . . fuck . . ." Melia squealed.

It pushed her over again. She stopped masturbating, surrendering,
submitting, finally, to Hunter. Quivering, she closed her eyes and
screamed unintelligibly in one single, long, shudder.

Spent, breathing heavily, the trio collapsed to the mattress in an
unconnected triangle. Milea's eyes remained closed as she moaned and
trembled. Minutes passed before anyone moved. Melia finally managed to
sit upright. Without a word, she crawled on hands and knees to the
escort, caressed his face with the palms of both her hands, closed her
eyes, and French-kissed him deeply. She then turned to Chelsea, slid
along side her, placed her right arm under her neck and caressed her
cheeks and face with her left. Chelsea looked deeply into her moist
eyes to blink once. Melia gently grabbed and squeezed Chelsea's cheek
to plant a passionate, wet, kiss on her lover.

Chelsea kissed Melia back, then, gently uncoupled from her arms,
slowly rose from the bed to look down at her, and said, "Stay here my
love, I'll be back." Smiling, she looked at Hunter, "Time for you to
go. Meet me downstairs after you dress."

The escort quickly removed his naked frame from the bed, walked to the
bedroom door, and looked back to smile at a sitting, smiling, Melia,
and said, "Happy birthday, Melia." Leaving the bedroom to return to
the sitting room's bath, he sponged his body down with a wet, cleaning
washcloth and mild soap, toweled off quickly, and dressed all within
four minutes. Spiraling down the staircase, he met the naked Chelsea
as she proffered a white, unsealed envelope.

"Thank you, Hunter," she said. "We must do this again," were her final
words to him as she tiptoed to hand him the envelope and fully kissed
him on his lips. As her nude body ascended upward a final time for the
evening, he watched her through the open staircase treads; her large
eyes and smile remained glued to his face. She disappeared from sight.

Nice body he thought. "Good night, Chelsea. Thank you," he replied
softly. He turned around, aimed his weakened body for the front door,
while opening the envelope, to count enough money for a week's worth
of work. She clipped a small, hastily scribbled note to the wad of
cash.

I want to call you again for a real date. BTW, 'we' means just you and
me. Romantic dinner on my folk's yacht sailor?
Thanks doll.
XXXOOO Love, C."

He smiled as he stuffed the envelope with her note in a hidden pocket
inside his jacket. Exiting the house on weakened knees and closing the
heavy door behind him, he stood on the front steps to savor, again,
the seascape's salty, damp air. He removed his cell phone from his
jacket's pocket to call for a taxi.

Craning his neck, he scanned the clear, star-studded night for two of
his favorite celestial wonders. Spotting Venus, he blinked a good
evening at the planet's bright, lazy, winking eye as she hovered above
the horizon. Come closer to me, he urged. Do Adonis and Mars chase you
still? He always paused for her to answer. Yes, he thought. Of course
they do.

Stepping off the front step, he glanced back to peer over the roof
ridge at a rising gibbous moon; she flushed orange-red from the chase,
he thought. And Diana, you know me the best. Do you stalk me? Are your
arrows for me? He paused again. She never, ever answered him. But I am
seemingly an arm's length away.

"Romans," he quietly chuckled at himself.

Within fifteen minutes of his call, the escort waved down a sparkling,
clean, yellow cab to stop it within feet of him. "Good evening sir,"
came the courteous greeting from the crafts youthful, eager skipper
who quickly exited his door to circle the front bumper. "And how are
you this really fine night?" the cabbie asked genuinely as he opened
the rear door to invite his passenger to embark.

Smiling, Hunter quickly replied, "Satisfied." But, a sudden,
unexpected, ethereal chill shot up his warm spine to urge a more,
honest truth. "No, I suppose, I'm just fine this evening my good man."
Reluctantly leaving behind his sea and heaven temptresses, Hunter
managed a difficult smile as he crouched to sit; his back bounced hard
against the taxi's back seat. For a brief moment, he reflected on his
hard, former life?surely?the best of times. He glanced back at his
moon through the cab's large rear window. Hesitantly, he looked
forward into the cab's interior: cramped, dark, synthetic. "Back to
the city please," Hunter said. "There's a twenty dollar tip in it for
you if we're there in less than twenty minutes."

"Yes sir!" replied a puzzled but an even more cheerful cabbie as he
quickly returned to grab the steering wheel. And with the final clunks
of two heavy doors, clicks of the electrical locks, squeals of
hydraulic steering, and chugs of the accelerating engine's exhaust,
the yellow taxi spat dust and gravel into the air as they sped noisily
away.