A Lesson For Melissa -- PART 3

By Buckaroo Bonzai

In hindsight, it's pretty amazing that I didn't stop the 
'punishment' once it got to the next point. After all, I've 
always considered the humiliation of another person to be a 
dark type of fantasy, one that I usually imagined with a 
fantasy woman, rather than my wife. For some reason, I felt 
as though she might somehow see in my eyes how I'd been 
treating her in my fantasy, and that wasn't something I 
would be very comfortable with.

Yet by the time the next few scenes had played out, I was 
more vengeful than protective. And I guess that it was the 
pictures that did me in.

You see, after Shy Guy had deposited most of his seed on my 
wife's face and chest, Melissa called a temporary halt to 
the proceedings. "I gotta go to the bathroom, and I gotta 
clean up," she declared, pointing to the cum dangling and 
drying in her hair. "Yeah, we don't want her to look all 
used up for this next stuff," Punk added. "She needs to look 
fresh and clean, like the, you know,  pure, driven 
snow.""Well, I don't know about that, but I need to take a 
leak, too," Smoothy conceded, casting about for his pants. 
"Go with her," he said to Shy Guy. "Make sure her loverboy 
isn't looking for her. She's ours tonight."

As they all made for the door, I let myself out of the 
Producer's room, which had gotten quite stuffy. They'd 
turned the air conditioning on in the studio to help cool 
the place and rid it of some of the odors of sex. That 
super-strong odor will forever bring up the image of Shy Guy 
fucking my wife's tits, and shooting his wad straight into 
her mouth. After de-gaussing the tape they'd just finished 
recording on,  I noticed a manila folder poking out of Shy 
Guy's backpack. Ah-ha! At last, the incriminating photos.. 
Now I could see for myself whether all this stuff Melissa 
was putting herself through was actually worth it.

Spilling the photos onto the desk, I quickly flipped through 
them, keeping my ears cocked for their return. But after 
seeing the first few pictures, all I could hear was the 
blood pounding in my head. I didn't want to save her...I 
wanted to kill her.

Several showed Melissa in the usual positions...doggy style, 
missionary, giving head and receiving it. In one she lay on 
the edge of a table, stark naked, with her legs sticking 
straight up and locked around her lover's neck. Her head 
lolled to one side, with a look of pure ecstasy on her face. 
In another she was deep-throating this guy, something she 
claimed she could never do with me. In a close-up shot, his 
lips and tongue were caught capturing one of her erect 
nipples, with her hands below her tit, as if feeding it to 
him. But after the last hour, I'd become somewhat inured to 
seeing another man taking pleasure from my wife's body. It 
was the picture of her and him in "our" position, "our" 
special lovemaking style, that got my blood to boiling. 
Early on, while dating, we'd discovered how excited she got 
when she literally rode my cock. While standing, I'd lift 
her up by the ass and seat her on my cock, as she wrapped 
her legs and arms around me. Then I'd walk around the room, 
using different gaits like a walk, a bounce or a skip to 
stimulate her in different ways. And to make the pleasure 
even more excruciating, I'd lick, suck and chew on her 
nipples, connecting her clit and her nipples with a direct 
current of sexual electricity.

She'd said that she'd never done it like that with anyone. 
She'd said that she wouldn't even tell her girlfriends about 
it. And the picture in my hands showed her doing it with her 
lover, in all its tit-sucking, ass-jouncing, clit-heating 
glory. Just as I was deciding whether to keep the picture, 
the studio door swung open and the whole troupe bustled in, 
Melissa leading the way, her hair combed and makeup 
reapplied. On cat's feet I snuck back into the Producers 
Room, gently closing the door just before Punk returned to 
the control room for his shift. Horrified, I noticed that 
I'd left the pictures out, but Punk just stuck them back in 
the envelope and tossed them to the side. Evidently he 
thought that the last guy in there had been looking at them.

Soon I was safely ensconced in my lair, peering through my 
binoculars through the dark window, through the control room 
doorway, into the studio beyond. This time they wasted no 
time in stripping my wife totally naked. In the chill of the 
air conditioned studio, her nipples were already partially 
erect, and she held her back straight, though I could see 
she was already quite tired.

With Shy Guy handling the camera, Smoothy started directing 
the action for the next round. "Liss, I think we got some 
good footage that time, but I don't get the feeling you're 
really into this," Smoothy said, striking an exaggerated 
director's tone. "I'm thinkin' maybe you need a little more 
incentive. Or maybe some props would help."

We could all tell he was leading up to something, but what 
was it?

"I think maybe you need something to remind you that you're 
here for our pleasure, not for yours. So get on your hands 
and knees, and crawl over here. And keep your eyes down on 
the floor, where they belong!"

With the camera following every movement, I watched on the 
monitor as my wife crawled over to Smoothy, her ass cheeks 
and boobs wiggling in time with each other. Once there, he 
had her turn around and face away from him, as he reached to 
retrieve something from his backpack. Shielding it with his 
body, we all heard a "snap!", and then he let it drop right 
in front of her face: a dog collar, with leash attached. Not 
the sexy, black leather, silver-studded collar so popular in 
domination games, but just a plain, uninviting, domestic dog 
collar, with a brown, leather leash attached. Slowly, making 
sure that Melissa felt every movement, Smoothy buckled the 
collar onto my wife's neck. Then he took her on a tour of 
the studio, ordering her to lick Shy Guy's butt, sniff 
Punk's crotch like she was a dog, and generally act like an 
animal, with Smoothy whacking her ass with the leather leash 
whenever she didn't move fast enough. Finally, he tugged her 
back to the desk and sat atop it, his feet dangling near her 
face. "Now we're gonna add a few new rules to the game. Like 
you don't say nothin', or do nothin', unless we tell you to. 
And when you do talk to us, you have to call each of us 
'Master,' just like you're Jeannie or somethin'. And if you 
forget, you'll be punished. Now, to make sure you know who's 
boss, I want you to clean up the bottom of my feet...with 
your tongue!"

"No way. I'm not gonna do that," Melissa objected, 
forgetting the rules already.

 "You will or we'll show those pictures to your husband. 
Annnnd..." he cut off her rising objection, "because you 
refuse to be good, I'm gonna have to punish you."

Reaching back into the backpack, he pulled out a coin, 
flipped it, and let it bounce onto the floor. Then, pulling 
her along by the leash, he had her tell him what side was 
facing up."Tails, Master."

"Tails it is," he repeated with a leer, letting his fingers 
trail down her butt crack to her pussy, which he rubbed 
between his fingers. "Here's how the punishment works: every 
time you do something wrong, we flip the coin. And when a 
face comes up that matches a previous flip, we get to do 
that to you. So if the next flip comes up 'tails' again, 
then one of us gets to fuck you from behind. That's in 
addition to the six we got comin' to us. If the next one 
comes up 'heads,' you luck out. But if the one after that 
comes up 'heads' again, then you have to give one of us head 
until we cum. And it's not like we're changin' the deal, cuz 
you said you'd be our sex slave and do anything we want. So 
you only have to give us an extra fuck if you break the 
rules. And like you say, every production's gotta have 
rules."

Taking his seat back on the desktop, Smoothy had my wife 
kneel obediently in front of him. At his instructions, she 
took his foot in her hands and began licking it, starting at 
the heel and moving slowly upward. Meanwhile, he used the 
big toe of his other foot to reach past her arms and flick 
at her breasts and nipples, delighting in the way they 
bobbed up and down. Finally he roughly grabbed her hair and 
pulled her mouth up to his dick, forcing her to lick the 
shaft until it was hard and glistening.

At this point I half expected him to line her up for a good 
fucking, as had become his habit. But instead he ordered her 
to move the mattress next to the desk, and then sat with his 
back to the desk. With a few tugs of the leash, he had my 
wife sitting between his outstretched legs, hunched in with 
her back hard up against his chest, and his erection pressed 
between them. With Shy Guy shooting them face-on, I could no 
longer see the action through the control room doorway, and 
had to rely upon the monitor.

Shy Guy's camera followed Smoothy's hands as they roamed 
across every inch of my wife's body. A body, I needn't 
remind you, I had thought I had all to myself. His fingers 
traced down her velvety sides, over the smooth curve of her 
waist, back up the promising hills of her hips. I've always 
thought she had "fuck-me" hips, from the hypnotizing way 
they bob when she walks. His fingers probed her belly-
button, pinched far less than an inch on her waist, and 
reached far down to where the cleft of her ass met the taut 
skin of her legs. His fingers walked over her underarms, 
traced the bones of her back, and kneaded her thighs.

He seemed obsessed with her breasts, alternately caressing 
the nipples and then harshly squeezing their supple flesh, 
leaving white marks that faded to red. At times he would 
pull her head aside with the leash, to lick her earlobe, or 
leave a trail of saliva down the side of her neck. I could 
see on the monitor the tenseness in her neck; this wasn't 
quite like the bearable or enjoyable attention she had 
received earlier. Occasionally he would let his hand travel 
down towards her groin, enjoying the way her body would 
tense up. At the time it seemed curious to me that she would 
react that way to the anticipated invasion of her most 
private part. After all, his cock had nested there several 
times in the last hour. 

"Now it's time to enjoy our just desserts," Smoothy 
declared, his eyes gleaming maliciously. This time his hand 
traveled deliberately down between my wife's legs, forcing 
them open and once again exposing her pussy for all to 
inspect. Slightly swollen and pinkish, her cunt lips seemed 
to be straining towards the harsh lights, even while she 
pulled her hips back away from the probing eye of the 
camera. Ordering her to spread her legs farther apart, 
Smoothy thumbed each side of her slit, pulling it apart to 
expose the glistening velvet within. Opening her cunt lips 
even farther, he showed the world the actual hole within, 
looking for all the world like a bottomless well; its deep, 
dark secrets ready to be plumbed.

After getting a long, intimate shot of Melissa's juicy cunt, 
Smoothy had the camera focus on her mouth, revealing the 
similarities...the pouting lips, the velvety, wet interior, 
and the deep, dark tunnel farther within.

As Shy Guy lingered on her waiting, open mouth, Smoothy 
reached around for his backpack, his movement bringing a 
little dread into Melissa's eyes.

"It's snack time, guys. Get on in here!" he called to Punk, 
who was slowly stroking his cock in the control room. I had 
my own cock out again, and had also been slowly stroking it, 
using the cum-wet rag to keep it lubricated, so it wouldn't 
get too sore.

"It's time for a few munchies, and Liss here has volunteered 
to be our food machine!" 

He reached into the bag he'd taken from his backpack, and 
pulled out a huge, thick, ripe banana. With Melissa still 
splayed out between his legs, he peeled the banana halfway 
and stuffed the unpeeled portion deep into her cunt, causing 
her to gasp a little, and then look fearful, as though she 
might be punished for it. But Smoothy just chuckled, and 
invited Punk and Shy Guy to take a generous bite of the 
banana sticking out of my wife's pussy. Soon they had it 
eaten down to the nub, and Punk took the opportunity to lash 
her pussy lips with his tongue while Smoothy prepared the 
next treat.Next on the menu was a long salami stick, which 
Melissa had to clamp in place with her hands. I was amazed 
at how far it traveled inside her, as was Shy Guy, who 
filmed every inch of its insertion and subsequent eating. 
They screwed her with the obligatory cucumber, its 
circumference wide enough to stretch her pussy lips to the 
maximum. They snacked on a Payday bar, and took turns 
licking a bullet-shaped sucker embedded deep within her. The 
latter caused her to squirm and flex her lips, until Smoothy 
ordered her to stop.

For dessert, Smoothy laid Melissa out flat, with her head 
pillowed in his crotch, his hard cock just peeking out. He 
covered her tits with whipped-cream, poured a pool of 
chocolate sauce in her belly button, and plunged another 
partially-peeled banana in her cunt. Trading off on the 
camera, each would take a bite of banana, lick up some of 
the chocolate sauce, and then lick a swath of whipped-cream. 
In no time her chest was sticky with smeared whipped-cream 
and chocolate. Twice during the festivities Shy Guy tried to 
kiss her on the lips, but Melissa adamantly refused, 
twisting her head away, but leaving her face-to-face with 
Smoothy's throbbing cock.

With a meaningful look at Shy Guy, Smoothy forced his cock 
into my wife's mouth, then lay down next to her in an 
intimate sixty-nine. But instead of tonguing her waiting 
slit, he reached back into his backpack of goodies and 
brought out a tube I immediately recognized as K-Y Jelly. 
Admonishing Melissa to keep on sucking, he liberally applied 
the lubrication to her anus, with the camera catching every 
stroke of his fingers. But when he reached for the half-
eaten banana, she immediately spat out his dick, protesting, 
"Uh-uh. No way! Not even in your dreams! We agreed, no kinky 
stuff!"

With a triumphant grin that fled as fast as it came, Smoothy 
replied, "I don't know what you thought I was planning, but 
I'm certainly willing to make a deal. Tell you what. We'll 
skip the butt-fucking that you so richly deserve if you'll 
let us kiss you. That's the deal. One or the other. I mean, 
a slave can't be refusin' just any ol' time, right?" He 
tugged hard on the leash for emphasis.

"Okay," she said, sounding weary, "I'll go with the kissing. 
But if I so much as feel one finger back there, the deal's 
off."

"A deal it is. And now young lady," he said, pulling her to 
her knees with the leash, "you've got some punishment 
coming. I didn't hear one "Master" during that whole time, 
and I don't believe I gave you permission to stop sucking me 
off!"

Pushing his dick back into Melissa's mouth, Smoothy flipped 
the coin, caught it, and called out the verdict, "Heads it 
is! You're a lucky young lady. But just one more, and we'll 
be getting ourselves a freebie."

The camera panned down to where my wife continued to suck 
his rock hard cock. Her head bobbing furiously, I could see 
her cheeks hollow out as she sucked at him, and the roll of 
her tongue as she sought the sensitive helmet and ridge. 
Obviously enjoying himself, Smoothy lowered himself to kneel 
on the mattress, with Melissa's mouth never leaving his 
dick. Soon she was on her hands and knees, her legs spread 
out for balance, and her cunt clearly visible to the camera, 
its lips aflame with desire. The taut skin around her 
asshole gleamed in the lights, and it clenched and 
unclenched invitingly as she swayed back and forth. This 
sight proved overpowering for Punk, who left the control 
room and knelt behind her smooth butt. With one swift stroke 
he was buried up to the hilt in my wife's hot box. A sheen 
of sweat soon covered his body as he furiously pumped at 
her, and the cloying odor of her juices being suctioned out 
of her pussy filled the air, seeming to drive him to ever 
more violent thrusts. Soon Smoothy has withdrawn his cock 
from her mouth, fearing that the sudden jolts might cause 
Melissa to involuntarily bite him. Shy Guy circled the 
camera around the rutting couple, getting a tremendously 
lust-ridden shot of Melissa head on, her teeth gritted and 
arms straining to avoid being bowled over by Punk's thrusts. 
Her breasts swung this way and that, nipples rock hard, 
sweat dripping off them. Circling to the side, the camera 
revealed a juice-covered cock slamming into my wife's 
upthrust cunt, her ass cheeks shaking with every impact. 
Pounding faster than the camera could follow, he gripped her 
ass hard enough to leave marks. With an animal's cry, he 
paused halfway out, and then slammed hard into her, pumping 
his cum deep, deep into my wife's heated hole. Then he 
collapsed on top of her, sending them both sprawling to the 
mattress, their sweat mingling, his cock still embedded deep 
within her. After a few deep breaths, Punk pulled out of her 
with an audible "plop." 

Breasts still heaving, she turned to lick his dick clean, 
the shaft twitching with every stroke of her tongue. Then he 
took the proffered camera from Shy Guy, who immediately sat 
on the mattress next to Melissa and placed her hand on his 
own stiff shaft. Pressing her back to the mattress, his lips 
covered hers, engaging her in more and more passionate 
kisses. Soon their tongues were fencing as he insistently 
probed into her mouth, his tongue caressing her lips, 
flicking her teeth and exploring every inch of her mouth. 
She seemed to be responding in kind, sucking his tongue 
inside her mouth, nibbling his lips, and stroking the 
massive cock nestled in the palm of her hand.

But her excitement was cut short when Shy Guy abruptly 
grabbed hold of the leash with one hand, and forced her legs 
apart with the other. By now she was facing the control room 
door directly, and I could easily watch him sexually 
dominate my wife. I liked using my binoculars to get a 
close-up view, but during particularly hot scenes I often 
had to drop them in order to jack off a bit. So mostly I 
caught the action on the TV monitor. I watched spellbound as 
Shy Guy none too gently traced around her cunt with the end 
of the leash. Then he pulled the leash taut, forcing her 
into a semi-upright position, so that she could watch and 
'enjoy' the proceedings. Using his thumbs, he pulled the 
cunt lips open, and then told Punk to get a close-up shot. 
As before, you could see far inside, to the sticky, milky 
goop that was all that remained of Punk's massive cum shot. 

After stroking the sides of her pussy until the lips were 
prominently erect, Shy Guy directed Melissa to dip her hand 
inside and bring out some of the milky mixture. In the light 
it had more of a translucent color, with globs of thick cum 
intermixed with Melissa's more watery juices. At Shy Guy's 
order, she first inhaled the musky odor, as though sampling 
a fine wine. Then she placed a little behind each ear, as 
though it were an expensive perfume. And then he had her 
lick it off each finger, pausing often to make sure that she 
got the full taste of it. Though she'd licked used cum and 
her juices off their dicks many times, now it seemed much 
more raunchy and demeaning. And that showed on her face.

Which might be why she made her next mistake. Instead of 
waiting for her next orders, she wiped her hand off on the 
sheets, an indiscretion which Shy Guy noticed immediately. 

"Now I don't remember telling you to do that," Shy Guy 
admonished, a lecherous grin on his face. "Looks like it's 
time for another punishment." 

Taking the coin from the desk, he flipped it into the air, 
and everyone watched as it landed on the mattress right 
between my wife's legs. "All right, bad girl. What's the 
call?"

"Tails, Master," she replied dutifully.

"Ahhh, good. An extra fuck. So nice of you to volunteer to 
spread your legs for us another time. Now, since you seemed 
to enjoy your last meal so much, I think we should try it 
again. So spread your legs some more, Liss, and tell me what 
you want."

"I want to eat some more cum."

"Not very convincing, my dear. And you forgot to call me 
'Master'. That's another punishment."

Though she obviously didn't agree with this ruling, Melissa 
bit her tongue as Shy Guy flipped the coin again, this time 
causing it to land right on her belly.

 "What is it, my honey pot?"

"It's heads, Master. Heads."

"Nice. An extra fuck and an extra blow job. You're being 
very generous with your body. Now if you would be so kind as 
to reach down into your hot little honey pot and dig out 
some of that nectar, I'm going to let you lick it off my 
big, ol' dick."

Spreading her legs wide, I watched as Melissa stuck three 
whole fingers deep into her cunt, wiggled them around, and 
withdrew them covered in cum and juice. This she smoothed 
onto Shy Guy's twitching cock and tight, hard balls. Pulling 
her flat on her back with the leash, he straddled her head, 
and directed her to lick every inch of his balls and dick. 
Before she could begin, several large globs trickled down 
onto her face, clinging to her flushed skin as though glued 
there. I could tell she longed to brush them away, but knew 
she'd face another punishment. Instead, she grasped Shy 
Guy's buttocks in her hands, and lifted her head to work. 
With his cock being so long and stiff, it was hard for her 
to keep her head up. So she asked permission to pause 
several times, repositioning herself to get the best access 
to his cum-slicked tool. Soon he was nearly clean, but he 
enjoyed it so much he ordered her to dip deep inside again. 
This time her fingers didn't come out nearly as wet, and it 
only took a few minutes to lick his dick clean. "Looks like 
it's time to replenish the honey pot!" he declared, hooking 
his fingers in her collar and dragging her to her feet.

Pulling her along, he roughly laid her out on the desk, 
spreading her legs wide and placing his diamond-hard cock at 
the entrance to my wife's pussy. This time, Melissa was 
facing away from me, and all I could see of her was her tits 
sticking up in the air. Beyond that, his stiff cock lay 
pointing straight at me like a poised rattlesnake, ready to 
strike at any moment. Pinioning her legs up against his 
chest, he spread my wife wide open, the camera zooming in on 
her inviting, wet hole. I watched on screen as his massive 
cock slowly slid into the depths, her pussy lips gaping 
wider and wider to engulf his width. Inch by inch he put it 
in her, causing her to gasp as he once again went deeper 
than anyone had ever been. Finally his balls were wedged 
against her ass cheeks, as he notched himself in to the very 
hilt. Melissa's hands grasped the edge of the desk, as 
though bracing herself for the coming storm. And like a 
hurricane hitting the coast, Shy Guy pounded her with sudden 
ferocity. Pistoning in and out of my wife's sopping wet 
cunt, he quickly built up a devastating rhythm. On every 
stroke, he would pull his cock almost all the way out, and 
then slam it back home, tunneling down until his pelvis 
crashed into hers, sending her skidding back on the desktop. 

His cock filled her so completely that I imagined on every 
up-stroke he was creating enough suction to draw the very 
essence out of her body. He did, in fact, suction a great 
deal of her cunt juices out, slathering his dick and 
streaming out around her pussy. For several minutes he 
punished my wife with his rock-hard hammer, her legs locked 
against his chest, her arms searching for any purchase. 
Every movement jiggled her tits, and I could tell by the 
angle that her clit wasn't getting any direct stimulation. 
This was all for him; she was just a convenient hole.

Finally, without pausing at all, he grunted loudly, and shot 
his semen very, very deep into my precious wife's pussy. It 
was impossible to tell how many spurts he got off, as he 
kept on stroking for another minute or so, before releasing 
her legs and climbing atop her, his cock still enjoying its 
hot, velvety home. His lips sought hers, and he gave her a 
long, languorous kiss; but she didn't return it as she had 
earlier. Rolling off her at last, his cock slid out with a 
soft, wet sound. Hardly any cum clung to it at all, so tight 
was the fit in her pussy. Still, she licked it clean, and 
was rewarded by a few shining white drops of cum, which he 
squeezed out of his now limpening dick. As the camera zoomed 
in for an ultra-close-up, she touched the tip of her tongue 
to the cum drops, flattening them, before engulfing the 
whole head in her mouth and sucking it dry.

Throughout it all, Smoothy had been sitting in the corner, 
watching intently and stroking his own cock. Now he stood 
and went to the control room, seeming to look straight at me 
before retrieving the manila envelope. Back in the studio he 
called his friends over to one side, where they whispered 
and gestured animatedly for a few minutes. Meanwhile, 
Melissa lay exhausted on top of the desk, her pussy beet red 
and covered with cum, her nipples just softening, and her 
entire body smeared with a patina of rapidly drying sweat, 
cum, chocolate and whipped cream.

Finally Smoothy returned to her side, pulling her up to a 
sitting position with the leash, which also gleamed with 
drying cum.

"Before we finish up tonight's festivities, I thought you 
might like to know what's coming up next week," Smoothy told 
my wife, once again running his hands over her sore breasts. 
"First off, you owe us two more fucks, one from behind, and 
a blow-job, which you're very good at. Two, that is, unless 
you forget yourself and have to be punished some more 
tonight. 

"Which brings us to what you need to do to get your hands on 
the negatives for all these pictures. I just talked to my 
bro's," he said, nodding to Shy Guy and Punk, "and they 
agreed to give you a choice. See, what we originally planned 
on doing was fucking you every which way, but not here in 
the studio. I was gonna take you out in the cafeteria. 
Poetic justice, right? Then I thought maybe a while in the 
ladies room, or maybe the elevators. He wanted to have at 
you in the reception room, on the conference table, and out 
in the parking lot in his car. And Meat over there...that's 
what we're gonna call him from now on...well he planned on 
doin' you out on the picnic table, and then right in the 
parking lot, under the street lights. We know we wouldn't be 
able to film all of it, but that'd just free us all up to, 
you know, join in. Plus, there'd be the added excitement of 
getting caught, by the cleaning people, or whatever."

Melissa blanched at that thought, as Smoothy continued his 
pitch, "But watching you get screwed by Meat, I had another 
thought. We have this friend, Terry, see, who's real 
interested in these classes we've been takin' with you. 
Terry wants to be a director in the worst way, and this 
would be a great chance to get started."

"But..." Melissa blurted, before Smoothy cut her off. "Now 
before you say 'no', Terry would have to follow all the 
rules we do. No talkin' about this to anybody. No showin' 
the tapes to nobody. And it'd just be for one night, next 
week. Then you'll never see Terry, or us, again. "

I could see the predicament Melissa was in as she thought 
this over. Getting fucked in the studio was one thing; but 
the chances of getting caught multiplied greatly once you 
stepped out into the office building. Then again, this 
'Terry' person was an unknown quantity, and they had two 
extra fucks coming to them, which Terry could use. As 
Melissa mulled over her options, Smoothy led the boys into 
the control room for another private discussion.  I could 
hear them perfectly well as I'd left the Producer's room 
door partially open after my last dash to de-gauss a tape, 
which Smoothy was now turning over in his hands. 

"This is what, 12, 13 tapes?" he asked. Shy Guy nodded, 
"Yep, that's 13. We got plenty left."

"But we ain't got plenty of times left with that sweet 
pussy," Punk complained. "I could go at her every night for 
a month!"

"Who says we can't," Smoothy replied, a leer on his face. 
"We can trade her one night of fuckin' for every one of 
these tapes, and we still got that extra set of negatives 
stashed at your house!"

"That's breakin' the deal," Shy Guy warned.

"So? What's she gonna do? Call the cops? Tell her old man? 
Shit, we could have her pussy as long as we want, until 
she's all used up and we're sick of her. That's when we'll 
cut her loose. So, you all gonna go along?"

Shy Guy and Punk nodded their eager assent, as Smoothy 
warned, "Now we'll just play it straight until next week, 
OK?"

With that they trooped back into the studio, as I decided to 
set in motion the plan I'd been working on, just in case 
these 'boys' decided to back out of their deal. Back in the 
studio, Smoothy approached Melissa for her answer. 

"So, my little honey pot, what did you decide?"

"Well, Master," she said carefully, "I've decided on letting 
Terry direct, but with one change. Instead of getting five 
fucks next week, you're back to only getting three."

Smoothy tugged on her leash, "You're not in a position to 
bargain." 

"Well, then I'll just take my chances on getting caught 
outside the studio," she replied, tactfully adding 
"...Master."

He chuckled. "Okay, how about this. Terry joins us next 
week, and we get four shots at you. You gotta take your 
punishment like a man, you know."

After briefly considering this, Melissa agreed, thus adding 
a wild card to the plans I had for the next week. But I had 
no doubt I could keep these guys from having a hold over my 
wife, and my life.

The negotiations completed, Smoothy bent to the task of 
relieving the pressure that had been building for more than 
an hour in his cock. With Shy Guy on the camera and Punk 
back in the control room, Smoothy directed them to get a 
close-up of my wife's soggy cunt. All through the 
conversation beads of juice-soaked cum had been dripping out 
from between the lips of her cunt, trailing down her crack 
to puddle on the desk. Now, Smoothy ordered her to lick the 
puddle from the desk, as he positioned himself behind her 
ass for her final fucking of the night. He smoothly stroked 
in, and then immediately pulled out. "Our honey pot's so 
full, I can't feel anything!" he said in amazement. "Hop up 
on that desk, Liss. I've got just the thing for this."

Rummaging around in his backpack, Smoothy pulled out a 
cigar-shaped object wrapped in white paper. A tampon!

"Don't forget," Smoothy said, cutting off her protest, 
"there are other ways to clean out your pussy. And 
punishments for not following orders."

Eyes closed in shame, Melissa leaned back, unwrapped the 
tampon and swiftly inserted it, closely watched by Smoothy, 
Shy Guy and the camera. After she tossed away the applicator 
tubes, Smoothy bent to inspect the string trailing from her 
vagina. "Ha! Now she's got another leash!" he joked, pulling 
at it playfully, to the guffaws of Punk. "I bet it tastes 
juicy!" Melissa, however, seemed to be close to crying, and 
I once again felt the urge to charge in and put an end to 
this.

But after he pulled the sopping wet tampon out of my wife's 
cunt, he took one look at her stricken face and decided not 
to push the issue, instead throwing the tampon into a nearby 
waste can. Then he pulled her by the leash down to the 
mattress, bent over her, and began kissing her face and 
lips, ordering her to respond in kind. Smoothy and my wife 
french kissed ardently, her hand kneading his balls and 
caressing his dick. His hands squeezed and pinched her 
nipples, when not caressing and invading her cunt. 
Occasionally his lips would leave hers for a foray down to 
her breasts, which he would suck at so forcefully that the 
skin would stretch, it seemed, nearly to the breaking point. 
With his cock visibly throbbing, he reached down between his 
legs and used it to caress my wife's pussy, causing her to 
arch her back for more. Grinning at her submission, he 
placed a roll of her clothes under her hips, so her pussy 
was now about six inches off the mattress. Then, kneeling 
between her legs, he plunged his cock into her twitching 
cunt, pushing the engorged lips well into her steaming cave. 
The camera caught every clench of her pussy, every twist of 
his cock, every bead of juice on their pubic hair. Sometimes 
he would pull himself completely out, enjoying his mastery 
of my wife's body. His cock would sway just above her 
waiting slit, juice dripping from the purple tip. With a 
harsh leer he would reach down between the soaked lips and 
find her clit, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. 
Pulling and tugging at it, he seemed to delight at how she 
squirmed under him, unwilling to beg for more but unable to 
quell her response. Then he would dip his cock back into the 
dark red target, and punish her with a dozen or more savage 
strokes, before pulling out again. Finally he could contain 
his lust no longer, and Smoothy banged at my wife with a 
fury, nearly knocking her off her nest of clothes. 

Back in the Producer's room, I also worked my cock 
furiously, determined to cum in concert with the young stud 
now savaging my wife. Punk, too, was greatly affected, and 
he made his way out to the studio, where he stood over the 
two figures humping in rhythm on the floor. Straightening, 
using Melissa's upstretched legs for leverage, Smoothy 
slowed and smashed into her cunt with three, no, four 
massive thrusts, before pulling out a final time and 
disgorging a stream of white, shimmering cum all over her 
body. Wrapping his hands around his dick, he pumped at it, 
this time aiming at her pussy, which strained upwards, as 
though searching for that which had most recently filled it. 
At about the time the last drops dribbled onto my wife's 
slick pussy lips, Punk's cock erupted, sending an avalanche 
of saucy cum onto her face, into her hair, and over her 
tits. Seconds later, my own cock spurted a stream onto the 
floor where I knelt; the subsequent spurts dribbling wet, 
warm and sticky onto my hand. Unlike the gentlemen inside 
who were now enjoying the clean-up services of my wife's 
tongue, I had to use my handkerchief to clean my hands, cock 
and the floor. As the three guys enjoyed their tongue-bath, 
I crept out and de-gaussed the remaining two tapes, taking 
care to place them back exactly where I found them. Then I 
packed up my stuff and crept out the back way. I had a lot 
of plans to put in motion before next week.