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   MRWADE.235 By Master Wade

   The Training of Melissa

   Chapter Six

   Don sat at his desk, staring at the screen of his computer.

   There was a spreadsheet there which tracked purchases made during

   the last six months, but his mind was not on those figures at all.

   It was on Melissa.  His door opened.

   "Hello?" It was Ann Revell, a co-worker who Don had once been

   rather heavily involved with.

   "Hi, Ann.  Come on in," he said, pushing his chair back and

   rising as Ann entered and took a seat across from him.  His eyes

   were drawn to her legs as she sat.  She always had a certain flair

   in crossing her legs that intrigued Don, and he watched with

   interest as she did so this time.  Ann noticed his interest, but

   she knew that was as far as his interest went.  It still pleased

   her.

   "What's up, Ann?", he asked, sitting back down.

   "Well, if anyone else needs to know why I'm here, you can tell

   them that I brought in our 743 forms.  But I'm actually just here

   to see how you're doing.  Word is you have a new roomie, and I

   didn't think you'd mind my getting the scoop straight from the

   horses mouth."

   Don smiled.  "No, I don't mind at all.  It sure beats the

   method that most people use, doesn't it?  I wondered how long it

   would take for that story to start circulating around here."

   "Well, they say she is a lovely girl and that you seem to be

   the happiest you've been in a long time.  So I hope that this time

   the office grapevine has the true grit."

   "I'd say they do, if that's the story.  Her name is Melissa

   Armstrong, and she's twenty-nine.  Never been married.  She's about

   your size and has long brown hair.  Fantastic legs.  And she's just

   as sweet as she can be.  We get along very nicely.  We met at a

   party that Jim and Mary Reeves gave."

   "I'm really happy for you, Don," Ann said, sincerely.  She had

   been very happy during the time that she and Don had dated, but

   even though the sex had been great, that had been about all they

   really had in common.  There was lots of friendship and sex there,

   but no magic, and they both realized it fairly early on.

   "It must be pretty serious," she continued, "if she's moved

   in...you don't usually go that route too quickly."

   "No, I don't and yes, I guess it is pretty serious.  Just

   between us, she is everything I have been looking for since Felicia

   died.  She's quite different from Felicia, but I love the

   differences."

   "And I bet I can guess what some of the differences are," Ann

   said, smiling.  She and Don had been pretty open about sexual

   fantasies, and Ann was pretty sure what this new girl's sexual

   preferences must be like.

   Don grinned.  "Yes, I suppose you would be able to guess that.

   But you know that isn't something that I can talk about without her

   approval."

   "Yes, I know.  And I respect that about you.  Goodness knows

   there would be plenty for people to talk about here if you hadn't

   been good about keeping your mouth shut."

   Don chuckled warmly.  "That's true.  Those were good times,

   Ann.  I'll always remember them fondly.  And I do think of them

   more often than you might imagine."

   "Like when you watch me cross my legs?", she said, teasingly.

   "Always when I watch you cross your legs," he said.

   "Well, I'm glad.  And you're always welcome to watch." She

   stood, as if getting ready to leave.

   "You don't have to go, do you?", Don ask, rising along with

   her.

   "Yeah, I do.  But listen...one reason I wanted to talk is to

   tell you that if you get to the point that you want to broaden

   Melissa's horizon's a bit...you know what I mean...please feel free

   to call me.  I'm mostly unattached at the moment, and a little of

   that kind of fun would be most welcome.  Okay?"

   "I sure will, Ann.  And thanks for everything."

   The door to the office closed, and Don smiled to himself as he

   sat back down.  One of the most enjoyable things about Ann had been

   that she loved threesomes.  They had really only had one while they

   had dated, and it had only been a partial success for various

   reasons, but it would be hard to count the number of times that

   they had discussed threesomes, or how many times he had brought Ann

   to orgasm while whispering into her ear about them.  Ann was a

   mixture of voyeur, exhibitionist, and bisexual, and a threesome

   with another woman was something she really got off on.  He'd have

   to keep her offer in mind.

   Actually, Don hadn't thought too much yet about involving

   Melissa with another woman.  It was one of the things spelled out

   in the contract, of course, and Melissa had told him of one

   bisexual encounter she had allowed herself while in college, so he

   knew it was among the list of possiblities.  He'd been so busy

   training her that he just hadn't given it much thought.  But

   perhaps that would change soon.  Perhaps it just might.

   Melissa filled her coffee cup, very much aware that she was

   being watched by more than one person.  Don's influence on her

   choice in clothing, combined with a new aura of sexuality which

   seemed to envelope her these days, had certainly served to make her

   more appealing at work.  She felt the eyes of the men in the office

   on her wherever she went.  Even now she knew there were three of

   them who were staring at her ass and the backs of her legs.

   It mystified Melissa that they would notice her that much

   more.  The dresses weren't that much shorter really, nor that much

   tighter fitting.  A little, perhaps, but nothing flagrant.  And

   she'd always worn high-heels to work, though perhaps not always

   one's quite this tall.  She even wondered if perhaps she walked

   differently because of all the fucking she was doing, but

   discounted that as an extremely unlikely answer, even though there

   was a perverse corner of her mind that almost wished it to be the

   case.

   "You seem to be almost glowing these days, Melissa," remarked

   Earl Petway, one of the partners in the firm, as he took a cup from

   the table.  "Is it true that you've found romance in our fair

   city?"

   Melissa looked up at Earl and smiled.  Amazing how fast the

   word traveled.

   "Well, yes, I have met a wonderful man that I'm seeing quite

   a lot of, Earl.  And I'm glowing, am I?" She chuckled softly as

   she took a sip of her coffee.

   "Positively.  It's very noticeable, in a highly pleasing way.

   We all wish you the best, of course."

   "Thanks," Melissa replied, smiling, and turning to go back

   into her office.  Off to her left, Henry Blanchard and Doug Peters

   stood chatting, and Melissa could feel their eyes on her as she

   moved away from the coffee machine.  Just for fun, she

   "accidentally" dropped her napkin, and quickly knelt on her heels

   to retrieve it.  She felt the skirt slide up her legs and knew she

   was giving Henry and Doug a great view of her thighs as she did so.

   She could almost hear the intake of breath as they watched.

   Standing without acknowledging them, Melissa walked on into her

   office, grinning to herself.

   Three months ago I would never have done anything like that,

   she thought, as she sat at her desk.  But it was fun.  I liked

   knowing that they were watching me, and I liked giving them a look.

   I don't think I'd want to fuck either one of them, really, but it

   was still nice knowing that I could turn them on so easily.

   The phone on her desk rang.  It was Don.

   "How's your day going, little piece?", he asked, happily.

   "I'm having a wonderful day, Master," she said.  "And I did

   something just a little bit naughty today that I can't wait to tell

   you about.  But it can wait until we're home.  Are you having a

   good day?"

   "Well, I don't know that I'm getting any work done, but I'm

   certainly having a wonderful day thinking about you.  Five more

   hours till we're home again.  I can't wait.  What is tonight,

   anyway?"

   "Tonight is "Nude Night", Master," Melissa replied, her voice

   thick with emphasis on the word Nude.  "And it's also the night you

   promised me we'd watch some X-rated movies.  You haven't forgotten,

   have you?"

   "No, precious, I haven't forgotten.  Shall we watch guys with

   big dicks fucking horny college coeds, or shall we watch something

   else?"

   "Mmmmm...you choose, Master.  I know I'll love whatever you

   pick out.  Oh...that reminds me, Master.  I got a call from my

   sister earlier this morning.  She wants to come visit soon.  I told

   her all about you, and that we were living together, and that I'd

   ask you and see if it was okay with you if she stayed with us a few

   days.  They're having an after-exam break, and she will be out of

   school for four or five days.  Sound okay?"

   "Of course, Melissa.  I'll look forward to meeting your

   sister.  We'll talk about it more tonight.  We might have to make

   a few changes in our routine, but I'm sure we can handle that."

   Melissa smiled warmly.  She really hadn't told Don much about

   her sister thus far.  "Well, maybe we won't have to make quite as

   many changes in our routine as you might think, but we'll see.  She

   is my sister, after all.  But anyway, we'll talk about it tonight.

   I'm getting a call on my other line...give me a call later if you

   want, okay?"

   Don hung up the phone and thought for a moment about their

   conversation.  All he really knew about Melissa's sister was that

   her name was Liz and that she was a junior at UNCG.  He was sure

   that Melissa must have a photograph of her somewhere, and he was a

   little surprised that she had never shown him one.  But then his

   interest had always been on Melissa, and not on her family.  Such

   family as there was, that is.  Her mother and father had been

   killed in an automobile crash when she was in college, and her

   sister had been raised by foster parents.

   So much for our little sex games, for a few nights at least,

   he thought.  But it was okay.  He certainly wasn't so selfish that

   he couldn't allow Melissa to have her sister for a visit.  It was

   all the more reason to take advantage of every moment of privacy

   they did have, and tonight was going to be fun.  Nude night.  He

   grinned.  He liked nude night, but then he liked all of them.  Oh,

   and the videos.  He had to stop by the rental store and pick out a

   couple.  After talking with Ann, he might just pick out one with

   some girl/girl scenes in it, or some threesomes.  Yes, that just

   might be fun.

   Later that day, Don arrived home to find Melissa greeting him

   at the door with a drink, totally and deliciously nude except for

   the required high-heels.  He grinned broadly, immediately aroused

   by her beauty and the naughtiness of her compliance, and took her

   into his arms.  She was fresh from the shower and smelled of

   jasmine, and her body seemed to melt in his arms.  He dropped the

   bag of movies and cupped her ass-cheeks as they caressed, feeling

   the tight mounds jiggle ever so slightly as Melissa widened her

   stance, making her lower openings more available to him.

   Don slid the fingers of one hand between her legs and through

   her slit, finding it to be soaking wet, and not from the shower.

   She seemed to always be wet when he touched her there, and he loved

   that about her.  Always wet, always ready, always highly fuckable.

   He pushed two fingers into her sex and smiled as she moaned hotly.

   But enough of this, he thought, sliding his fingers back out and

   releasing her.  Better at least have some supper before we start

   fucking.

   Melissa told Don about her day at work during their evening

   meal, including the little leg show she had given her male coworkers. 
It amused Don to see how much she had enjoyed doing that.

   It was just another sign of how much she had changed since they had

   first met.  She was not only more sexual than before, but more

   alive, more full of fun and just plain happier.

   She also told him quite a lot about her sister.  It seemed

   that the two of them had been quite close, in spite of the nine

   years that separated them.  Melissa had taken great pains to be a

   part of her life after their parents died, even though it had been

   difficult for her since she was in college at the time.

   "And, Liz is very liberated sexually, Master, so you won't

   have to be quite as concerned about changing our routine as you

   might think.  In fact, unless you feel it necessary for some reason

   that I can't think of, I don't know that we need to change

   anything.  I haven't told her about our Master/slave relationship,

   but it isn't anything that will shock her too much.  I think the

   two of you are going to get along really well."

   "You don't think she'll be uncomfortable with you going around

   nude, or my calling you into the room to show me your tits?  She

   won't object to my calling your my little cock sucking whore?

   Surely you're kidding, Melissa."

   Melissa chuckled softly.  "Well, we can play it by ear, after

   she gets here.  But Liz has always been more open about sexual

   things than I have, at least until now, and has shocked me on more

   occasions than I can count.  I figure what's good for the goose is

   good for the gander, if you know what I mean.  Once, when I picked

   her up from a High School social function, she gave her boyfriend

   a blow-job in the backseat, while I was driving.  And while I never

   have seen anything to indicate she's telling the truth, she says

   that she has sex with her foster father.  So you see, she isn't

   naive at all, where sex is concerned.  I love her, but she's

   definitely a bit of a tramp."

   "Don't you have a photograph of her?  I've never seen one."

   "Oh, yes, of course.  Silly me.  Hang on, I'll get one."

   Don watched Melissa walk away, her tight ass swaying

   wonderfully as she walked in the heels.  So her little sister fucks

   her foster father, huh?  Maybe her visit won't be so boring, after

   all.

   "Here you go," Melissa said, handing Don several photographs.

   "This is one we took at the beach a couple of years ago.  That's

   me, and that's Liz, and the other girl is a friend of Liz's."

   Don looked at the photo with great interest.  All three of the

   girl's were in bikini's, and all three of them were beautiful.  Liz

   was just a shade shorter than Melissa, but she had a great body.

   If anything, her tits were even larger than Melissa's.

   "Nice tits, huh, Master?", she grinned, almost reading his

   mind.

   Don smiled.  "Well, she is a doll, isn't she?  Whew...I had no

   idea you had a sister that looked like this.  And she was, what?

   Fifteen or sixteen at the time this was taken?"

   "No...I guess she was almost eighteen here.  But she looked

   just like that at fifteen too.  An early bloomer, I guess you could

   say." Melissa smiled.  She was glad that Don thought Liz was

   attractive, but of course she had known that he would.

   Don looked at the other photos, which also showed Liz to be a

   delightfully attractive young woman.

   "So, when is Liz coming to visit?", he asked, handing the

   photos back to his nude slave.

   "She wants to come next Thursday, and plans to stay until

   Sunday night, if that's okay."

   "It sounds fine to me," Don replied.

   "Great!  I'll call her tomorrow and let her know that

   everything is "go".  I'll make sure that you're not sorry you let

   her come, Master.  I promise." She kissed him on the cheek.

   Don had selected two X-rated movies which he had never seen

   before, but which promised to be full of threesomes and girl/girl

   sex.  After seeing the photos of Liz, and hearing of her

   inclinations, he was glad that he had.

   He mixed a drink for Melissa, something that he didn't often

   do, since neither of them drank very much.  Tonight, however, he

   wanted Melissa's inhibitions to be as reduced a possible, and he

   knew the Vodka would help with that.

   He had Melissa stand in front of him with her back to him as

   the previews of other movies ran on the screen in front of them.

   While she sipped her drink and watched the short scenes of fucking

   and sucking, he played with her slit through her opened legs,

   pushing fingers up into her while he commented lewdly on the sex

   displayed on the screen.

   When the first feature began, Don pulled her down into his

   lap, and smiled as she spread her legs and idly played with her

   naked sex as she watched the screen and sipped at her drink.  He

   was fully dressed, still, and enjoyed the contrast of her

   nakedness.

   The first scene in the movie showed two female co-workers in

   an office environment walking down a long hallway.  Their skirts

   were ludicrously short and the camera took full advantage of that

   fact, as well as the exagerated sway of their hips.  Melissa

   immediately thought about the way she had been stared at at work

   earlier that day and felt herself growing even wetter.

   The two girls turned into a small office, obviously to make

   copies at the copy machine which almost filled the little room.  But

   it was quickly also obvious that they had much more than copies on

   their minds, as they began undressing each other and kissing

   sensuously.  Don kissed Melissa on the shoulder and tenderly

   caressed her naked breast.

   Melissa watched the two girls with growing interest, and Don

   noticed that her sipping of the drink turned into gulps.  He also

   noticed that her nipples had grown hard and that he fingers worked

   busily at her sex, rubbing her hard little clitoris with rapid

   circular movements.

   "You like that, do you, Melissa?", he said, kissing her

   shoulder again.

   "Yes, Master.  I do like it.  Can you put it on pause and let

   me fix myself another drink?  Do you mind?"

   Don didn't mind at all.  The one drink was already working on

   his little piece, and he knew that two would put her in exactly the

   right frame of mind.

   Melissa returned and bent to kiss Don, her rich full lips hot

   with passion, her naked breasts hanging down heavily toward him.

   Then she sat in his lap once more, opening her legs immediately and

   taking a big drink from her glass.  Don began the movie again.

   By the time the two girls on screen had totally stripped and

   one of them had knelt in the floor so that she could kiss and lick

   the other girl's naked sex, Melissa had downed half of her second

   Screwdriver.  Don pinched her nipple hard, causing Melissa to turn

   and smile at him.

   "Those girls are hot, huh Master?", she said, her voice

   slurred just slightly from the alcohol.

   "Yes, Baby, they are.  A couple of pussy eating girls, for

   sure.  That one really does want some of her friend's cunt juice,

   doesn't she?"

   "Uh huh," Melissa said, hotly, her eyes back on the screen,

   and her fingers working her clit rapidly.  "She likes to eat pussy.

   You can tell.  I bet she does in real life too."

   "Yeah, I bet so.  I like girls like that, Melissa."

   "Yeah, I do too, Master," she said, her legs opening even

   wider.

   "Today I had a little talk with a bisexual girl at work that

   I used to date, Melissa," Don said, quietly.  "She had heard that

   you were living with me.  Said that if I ever wanted you to play

   with someone she would be interested."

   "Really?", Melissa said, turning momentarily from the film to

   look at him.  "She doesn't know what I look like though, does she?"

   "I don't know, but that certainly would only make her more

   willing, I'm sure."

   Melissa turned back to the movie and took another deep pull

   from her drink.  The girls were in the floor now, sixty-nining each

   other.  Every now and then they would zoom in on one of the girl's

   pussies, and you could see the lips and tongue of the girl working

   at her wet sex.

   "Would you be a pussy eating girl for your Master, Melissa?",

   Don asked, pinching the nipple again.

   Melissa didn't respond at first, but took yet another drink

   from her glass.  Then she reached back with her hand and squeezed

   Don's cock through his pants.

   "Yes, Master," she said, heavily, "I'll eat pussy for you."

   Don slid his hand between her legs, his fingers replacing the

   ones she had used to rub her hard clitoris.

   "Watch those little sluts go, Melissa.  So hungry for pussy.

   So hot and horny.  I'd love to watch you do it, Melissa.  I'd love

   to see you with your head between a girl's legs, your tongue

   reaching out for the girl's pussy and asshole.  I want to watch

   you."

   "I'll do it, Master.  I'll do it real good.  What's the

   woman's name that you want me to do, Master?" Her eyes were glued

   to the screen, and she rubbed Don's cock slowly in his pants.

   "Her name is Liz, Melissa," Don replied, clamping her clitoris

   between his thumb and forefinger.

   "Really?", Melissa said, still watching the screen.  "The same

   as my sister.  That's funny."

   "No...you misunderstand, Melissa," Don said, hotly, moving his

   other hand around her to cup her left breast.  "It IS your sister."

   Melissa's body stiffened, but she didn't turn to look at him.

   Instead, she raised the glass to her lips once more and downed the

   remaining drink.  Then before replying, Melissa unzipped her

   Master's pants and and pulled his cock from his slacks.  She

   wrapped her hand around the shaft and began stroking it.

   "You want me to have sex with my sister?", she asked, her eyes

   still on the screen.

   "Yes, Melissa.  I want to watch you eat Liz's pussy." His

   fingers tightened their grip on her clit.

   Melissa sat the glass down on the table next to the chair and

   released her grip on his cock long enough to turn around in his

   lap.  She immediately kissed her Master full on the mouth, hard,

   her tongue diving inside his mouth.  Her hand found his cock again

   and began pumping it with resolve, jerking him off.  Don struggled

   to push fingers up inside her dripping wet pussy, his passion

   ignited by the feverish way she kissed him and stroked his member.

   Melissa broke the kiss, continuing to stroke him and whispered

   hotly in his ear.

   "I want her, Master," she said, hotly, her whispers thick with

   lust.  "I've always wanted to eat her, even when she was much

   younger.  I want to smell and taste it, Master, smell and taste her

   sweet little box.  I want to eat her out, eat my sister's pussy out

   and get her juice all over my face.  Liz, Master.

   Liz...god...Master...Ohhhh, God, Master!!!!"

   Continued in MRWADE.236...

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