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Seska the Conqueror
Chapter Five

by Alex Firestone

I was having my way with Nathan.  Of course my way is whatever way the customer needs most.  I just have an instinct for these things.  Nathan Brentwood, Jr. was my most recent client at the time.  I never kept more than three clients on my roster at once.  Nathan was filling the vacancy of his father, a hotshot attorney going down the tubes for fucking a sixteen year old girl.  He was set up, to get him off a 60 million dollar class action law suit.  Nathan Junior, however, still green but very gifted, was now in charge of the firm, and I was now in charge of helping him keep his focus.

Nathan was strapped to my rack, feet-up-head-down at a 45 degree angle.  I stepped through the steel grid, one leg on either side of his face.  His cock was so stiff, though I had done nothing but abuse and deny him for the last hour.  He was well aware what I could do.  This was only his second session with me, but I more than broke him on the first one.

He nudged his pelvis upward at me.

"Do you think I'm going to suck your cock?"  I scolded.

"Only you know, Lady Seska," he replied.

I was astounded at how stiff his cock was.  Precum dripped from its tip onto his stomach.  I swatted his erection with my crop.

"You're engaged to a beautiful woman," I taunted, looking down between my breasts at him.  "Unless you think she's not the one for you, you should ask HER to suck your cock!"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"Does she suck your cock well?" I asked.

"Yes, Lady Seska."  He repeated.  "But not quite as good as you do it."

I whipped his right arm with my crop.  The snapping sound told me it would leave a mark for a week.  "I did NOT ask you to compare us!"  I shouted.  "I want to hear how good SHE is.  Tell me!"

"Yes, Lady Seska."  He complied.  "Melissa has a beautiful mouth and a beautiful tongue.  Even if she's not putting out much of an effort, her blow jobs feel so good.  I've had blow jobs from a lot of women, but Melissa, for some reason, just feels incredible to me.  I don't know if it's because I'm in love with her or if her mouth really is that fantastic."

"Does she swallow your cum?"  I asked.

"No, not yet."  He murmured, getting lost in his visions.  "I'm sure she will someday, but we have yet to cross that boundary."

I squatted over his face, leaving my steaming pussy just an inch out of reach of his mouth.  For some reason Nathan Junior really excited me more than most of my clients.  But I couldn't let that distract me from my job.  "You have ten minutes left in this session, Nathan.  Let's make them count."

"Yes, Lady Seska," he responded.

"Tell me more about what makes sex with Melissa great."  I ordered.  The words continued to flow from him.  He had no problem listing the reasons his fiancée was a great piece of ass.  The whole time I stared at his cock and really wanted to just suck him and put him out of his misery.  But I guess denying myself is almost as thrilling as denying others.

"Don't you wish Melissa's pussy was in your face right now?"  I asked.

"Yes, Lady Seska," my captive affirmed.

"Make me cum before your time is up or I'll grant you an extra hour of solitude on the rack free of charge."  I demanded, dropping my vulva onto his mouth.  He began to suck at my engorged clit.  We were both exhausted from this session.  His face was red enough from being angled downward for so long.  But there was still plenty of blood in his cock.  My large, bare breasts rested on his stomach.

I turned my head so he couldn't feel my breath against his cock.  Today's lesson was to make him want his Melissa, not me.  Nathan was born to spread his seed far and wide, but of the many disciplines he had to learn was restraint, and how to play an active role in appreciating what he's got.  But denial and release are the mainstays of my craft.  Both must be served and utilized.

Nathan's strokes were weak, fatigued, but effective.  My legs were spread wide over his face and I was waxed as bare as an eight-year-old.  My clit was an easy, throbbing target.  The pleasure peaked within me, lingered at its apex for half a minute, causing me to lustfully hump his head, and then my bubble burst with all the satisfaction I had been hoping for these past four hours.  I remained on him, breathing deeply and savoring my climax for a minute, then relaxed my tingling pelvic muscles and emptied my bladder on him.

"Good boy, Nathan," I said, unfastening the Velcro straps around his ankles and wrists.  "Your time is up."  I righted the rack and he wobbled onto his feet, rubbed the urine from his eyelashes and looked around.

"May I speak freely, Lady Seska?"  He asked, as though I were still on the clock.  He was a little disoriented--face and hair drenched, blood returning to his extremities.

"Shoot."

"I still have 90 seconds," he begged.  "Did you intend to finish me off?"  His handsome 6 inch cock was so firm and swollen.  He probably needed to piss nearly as bad as he needed to come.

I just looked at him until he knew the answer, but I spelled it out anyway.  "I told you your time was up.  Let Melissa finish you off.  Alessandro has the washroom ready for you."

"Well, thanks, I guess."  He mumbled, then staggered off toward the shower.  Being so male, Nathan couldn't help but feel a bit of disappointment.  But Nathan does have an excellent sexual outlet if Melissa is all that he said she is.  Besides, before Nathan's previous session, he thought I was just a whore, and I did let him fuck me in the ass for a while, and I did deep throat him while he came.  But that session was to impress him with what I could do with both my body and mind.  This session wasn't for him to get off, and I know he trusts my judgment in these matters.  If they don't learn to trust me on lesson one, I've failed them.

What I didn't realize was that at the end of Nathan's session, Alessandro's gay lover had come over to visit.  Terrence was in the parlor as Alessandro showed Nathan out.  Terrence, a hairdresser at Salon Salvaje near the boardwalk, got a good look at Nathan, and Nathan's car.

Later that week, Melissa Bradley, Nathan's future bride, was getting her hair colored at Salon Salvaje.  Terrence had been Melissa's hairdresser for almost three years.  He enjoyed the girlish banter with her.  She was a clever, impulsive, calculating go-getter sort.  A brazen redhead who preferred to be blonde.  She was in to see Terrence twice a week--cuts, styling, coloring, touch-ups, waxing, massage, peels, and endermologie (all the rave at the time, though she didn't need it).  He knew her past and present.  She was going to marry a wheeler-dealer in town.  She had been talking about him for months.  Terrence often thought that if he was a straight man, he'd be proud to show off a specimen like Melissa.  Nevertheless, he was happy to socialize with her--only at the Salon, though.  Melissa existed in a higher realm.

"So, girlfriend," Melissa teased.  "How are you and that hot Latin lover of yours?"

"Girl," he said, adding pretreatment to her freshly-washed scalp.  "Alessandro really does it for me.  He's so collected, reserved, dark and brooding.  Almost like loving a vampire.  He's not the catty bitch type I'm so used to.  And you know, he's not the type to run around.  He keeps his life very simple--one lover at a time."

"Great," Melissa smiled with her perfect teeth.  "You need someone stable for a change.  How long have you been seeing him, now?"

"We've been seeing each other for about two months now." Terrence lisped.  "My Portuguese is getting good.  We don't talk that much, but damn that man can cook."

"You mean in the bedroom?" She laughed.

"No, honey." He snorted.  "He don't have to cook in the bedroom, all he has to do is look at me and I melt like butter!  I mean Alessandro is like a queer Emeril Legasi!  He's a friggin' god in the kitchen."

"Didn't you tell me last time that he works as a butler for some diva or something?"

"Well, actually she's a dominatrix.  Apparently she's some international big shot of a dom and revered like a goddess by the upper crust.  Unlike any dominatrices I've heard of, this woman has made millions and millions in her craft.  Alessandro says I'm not supposed to talk about her."  Terrence paused, his eyes drifted away from his client as he continued to ramble.  "He's been her subservient little gopher for ten years.  She picked him up when she lived in Rio.  I actually got to meet her the other day.  God, that woman has man-control just dripping from her--I'm jealous.  Gave me the chills."

Melissa smiled with amusement watching her flamboyant stylist's expressions.  "Did you meet her at a party?"  She asked.

"Naw, honey," Terrence huffed, waiving a comb in his plastic-gloved hand. "I was actually at her lair.  She's got a deluxe top floor condo on Sunset at that big gated place near the Boulevard.  Vaulted ceilings, at least four bedrooms.  Lord knows what some of those rooms are used for.  I was there in the evening waiting for her to finish with a client so that Alessandro could serve her dinner and then take me out on her boat."

Melissa was a boating enthusiast, but even more intrigued by the vamp lady.  "So did you actually see her with the client?"  She pried.

"I saw the client as he was leaving.  Apparently she does like these half-day sessions that completely wear men out.  This guy was showered and leaving in a nice suit.  Good looking, well-bred kind of guy.  Rich guy, too.  He had a green Jaguar XK8 convertible."

Melissa stopped breathing for a moment.  "Brand new green convertible Jaguar XK8?"

"Looked brand spankin' new." He nodded.  "God I'd kill to have one of those."

"Was this guy in his early thirties, about six feet tall, brown hair, blue eyes?"

"Why, yes, honey," Terrence mused.  Then he gasped.  "Oh my gosh, honey, if you do know him you've gotta keep it hush hush, I don't want to ruin my good thing with Alessandro!"

Melissa strained to contain her uneasiness.  "Oh, don't worry, Terrence.  You know you keep my secrets as much as I keep yours.  I might know the guy.  Is he one of her regulars?"

"I heard him tell Lady Seska he'd see her next Friday.  I guess the guy's got every Friday with her."

Naturally, Melissa canceled all her plans for Friday, and followed Nathan at a distance in her BMW.  She tried to stay at least two cars behind Nathan, but he did notice the white 5 series in the rearview mirror and wonder if it might be her.  He didn't give it another thought until he got to the office.  After checking his messages and leaving instructions with his secretary, Nathan looked out his window for a minute at the cityscape and saw the double-parked white BMW in the back of the parking lot.

As Nathan drove from the law firm to Seska's, he was aware of his shadow.  He concluded that it was Melissa, and that she knew something.

Melissa picked up her cell phone and dialed Nathan's office.

"Brentwood Barney & Smythe."

"Hi, I'd like to speak with Nathan Brentwood, Jr., please." She said.

"I'm afraid Mr. Brentwood is out of the office, would you like to leave a message for him?"

"Denise, this is Melissa.  I need to catch Nathan before he gets to his appointment.  Did he say where he's going?"

"Yes, Melissa.  He's going to see his therapist.  He should be back this afternoon.  He just left a minute ago.  Should I get him on the phone for you?"

"No, Denise.  That's OK.  I'll call him on his cell phone."  Melissa hung up.  "Therapist my ass!"  She wasn't about to call Nathan, of course.

Nathan, though, was making a phone call to me.

"So you understand I can't make it today." He announced.

"Nathan," I replied.  "If you don't show up, you still pay me ten thousand dollars.  But you will show up.  Do you understand?"

"But my girlfriend is following me!"

"You already explained that to me.  If your girlfriend is following you, you're already in trouble.  If you come here, I can get you out of trouble.  Just trust me and act natural."

Melissa couldn't follow the green XK8 through the security gate, so she parked across the street at the aquarium and watched closely.  Nathan parked and went up the stairs to my condominium, reminding himself not to look behind him.  He rang the doorbell.

"Good morning, Nathan." I said, standing in the doorway in a black, see-through gown.  "Where is she."

"White BMW across the street," he mumbled.  "She can see you, you know."

"I know."  I said.  "Go inside and wait in the bedroom on the right side of the hall.  I'll call you on the intercom when I'm ready for you."

"God, I hope you know what you're doing." He groaned.

I shut the door behind Nathan, then walked into my studio and turned on the television.

Five minutes passed.  Melissa approached my apartment on foot.  She climbed the stairs with her senses on high alert, looking and listening for her Nathan.  She came to the front door and put her ear against it.  She could hear the unmistakable sounds of a woman being fucked--gasping, moaning.

"Oh, you asshole!"  Melissa hissed.  "Caught you in the act!"  She turned the doorknob, which I had left unlocked.  As the door opened inch by inch, Melissa peered through the widening crack for us.  But all she saw was the marble floored foyer.  The sounds of fucking were louder now.  Melissa tiptoed into the foyer, then to her left through the living room toward my studio.

The door to the studio was wide open.  Melissa stood against the doorway and scanned the studio for the fornicators, but didn't see them.  She took a step inside and saw the alcove on the far side of the room.  She took took a deep breath, then lunged into the alcove.

"Aha!"  She shouted.

Instead of seeing her startled Nathan fucking some high-priced whore, she saw my Sony 42" flat screen TV playing a pornographic DVD.  Twist of Fate with Juli Ashton and Kylie Ireland, I think.  The alcove consisted of an entertainment center and a futon.  One wall contained bondage gear.  The other two walls were large windows facing the ocean, lined with heavy curtains to block out light during a session.  I was hiding behind these curtains.

I sprang out and grabbed Melissa from behind, hurling her onto the futon.  Melissa struggled with me, but I was taller and much stronger than her and had her hog-tied in record time.  Hog-tying much larger men was part of my profession--binding Melissa was easy work.  She was so busy struggling with me she forgot to scream until too late, when I popped a ball gag into her mouth.

"Now who is this pretty little woman in my home?"  I asked my victim.  "You're not really dressed for a burglary."

Melissa tried to shout something at me, but the ball gag prevented her.

"I'm going to call the police."  I announced softly.  "The last person who broke into my home was given six years.  I know a couple of local judges rather well."

Melissa again attempted to talk around the ball.

I knelt beside her and rolled her over onto her side.  "My goodness, what a beautiful little intruder.  You look so smart and refined in your white skirt and pearls.  Elegant glasses and your make-up is so subtle and well applied.  Perhaps you're a Mary Kay representative that didn't ring the doorbell?"

Melissa shook her terrified head in disagreement.  Her eyes were tearing, streaking her mascara.

"You look a little too classy for a strip-o-gram.  The little librarian gig isn't quite up my ally unless you're a very naughty librarian."  I pulled her short skirt up a little higher and discovered the tops of her thigh-high white stockings.  White garter straps clung to the tops.  "Oh, how pretty.  Almost looks like wedding night!"

Melissa just looked at me with frightened, tearful eyes.  She surrendered to the ball gag.  Instead of speaking, she just made a couple of pleading whimpers.

"I'm sorry," I said.  I will not remove the gag.  You'll have to wait until the police arrive."

My captive shook her head once again.

"You don't want me to call the police?"  I asked.

Mel kept shaking her head.

"Then I'll punish you myself."  I declared.  "Agreed?"

The captive princess reluctantly nodded.

I dragged her from the futon into the studio and fastened manacles on her wrists and ankles, then untied the ropes.  I shackled each of her ankles to an O ring on the floor and bent her over a bench.  I secured each of her arms underneath the bench so she was hugging it.

I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down to her ankles.  She wasn't wearing panties, just a lacy white garter and the white stockings.  Her ass was firm, like a swimmer or dancer.  She was certainly trophy wife material.  Melissa's legs were tightly pressed together, protecting her privates.

I placed a hook-shaped knife at her collar and sliced her blouse from top to bottom in one swish.  The knife was a special garment cutter like they use in emergency rooms.  I peeled the halves of her blouse over each of her arms, revealing her lean, V-shaped back.

"My heavens," I mused.  "You look almost as good as I did fifteen years ago!"

My victim was silent and still.  God, I love manacles and ball gags.  I ran my hand down her back.  I liked how it felt.  She was a fine woman.  Nathan was indeed lucky to have her.  But I had a lot of work to do to earn Nathan's $10,000 this morning.

I unfastened Melissa's bra and continued to stroke her back.  I sensed a lot of tension.  I stroked her ass and legs, too.  In the background you could still hear someone fucking Kylie Ireland.  I picked up the remote and changed the entertainment to soft jazz.

Since white was my victim's color of the day, I fetched a white silky blindfold from my toy chest, along with a white leather paddle.  Melissa didn't struggle as I covered her eyes.  Saliva was dripping from the ball gag.

"Young lady," I said.  "I will remove the ball gag if you agree to only speak when I address you, and always address me as Lady Seska.  Do you agree?"

Melissa nodded.

"Very well," I said, unfastening the buckle on the head straps.  "But I warn you, I will not tolerate you breaking from the appropriate protocols.  So I will say this only once more--speak only when I address you, and call me Lady Seska.  I don't want to hear any threats or whimpering about who your daddy is."  I removed the slimy ball from her soft lips.

"Thank you," Melissa whispered.

"Excuse me?" I said, sternly, then slapped her ass with the paddle.

"Thank you, Lady Seska?" She winced, with uncertainty.

"That's better."  I said.  "Now if you obey me you'll be out of here in time for lunch.  If you disobey me, I'll call the police and torture you until they get here.  But first things first.  In one sentence, tell me why you broke into my home."

"I was looking for my boyfriend, Nathan Brentwood.  I thought he was here."  She stammered.

I slapped her other ass cheek firmly with the paddle.  "That was two sentences!"  I shouted.  Then I popped her ass again.  "And you didn't address me as Lady Seska.  If you're not going to take this seriously, I'm not going to waste my time with you!"

I followed the sting of my paddle with a gentle stroke of my hand down her back, letting her contrast the comfort of my touch with the pain of my discipline.

"You must be Nathan Brentwood's mistress, since you're half his age.  You should know better than to look for him here, unless he's escaped from prison."  I chided.

"No, Lady Seska.  Nathan Brentwood, Junior.  He was here, Lady Seska."

"Oh."  I said.  "That must have been the young man that was here a few minutes before you."  The paddle struck her round ass once again.

"Yes, Lady Seska."  She gasped.  "Is he still here?"

I drove the paddle again.  "You dare ask me a question?"  I snapped.  Melissa's beautiful buttocks were now pinkish red.  The color went very well with the white lace garters and silk hose.  What a contrast we were--good and evil--her with her wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, thin frame and white attire, then me, with my straight, jet black hair, black gown and muscled feminine body.

"Your Nathan," I explained, "came here to settle a bill from one of his clients.  I had him leave out the back way rather than the front."

"But he was here last week, too, Lady Seska!"  She added.

I was surprised to know that.  POP!  "I did not ask you a question!"  I shouted.  "You ask one more question or speak out of turn again, and I turn you over to the police, do you understand me?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"But if it will help you keep your silence, I am involved in one of BB&S's defense cases as a witness.  Nathan Junior has visited in the past to gather information and prep me for my testimony."  The leather struck her flesh again, then three more times.

I dropped the paddle and gently soothed her inflamed skin with my fingertips.  "So we're here alone," I added.  "And I have you for two hours.  If you perform to my satisfaction, I'll forgive you for breaking into my home and forget this ever happened.  Now when I talk to you, I expect completely honest responses.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

I continued stroking her glutes.  Then I began to squeeze them.  As I pulled at the fleshy mounds they parted enough for me to verify that Melissa shaves her crotch.  She obviously had done so very recently, and a terrific job.  "What is your name, young lady?"

"Melissa, Lady Seska."

"A woman who shaves and doesn't wear panties."  I said.  "I'm impressed."  I continued kneading her buns.  My penetrating touch was relieving her tension.  "Have you ever been tied up and spanked before, Melissa?"

"No, Lady Seska."

"Have you ever been undressed by a woman before?"

"No--I mean yes, Lady Seska."

"Yes?  You nearly said no.  Tell me when you have been undressed by a woman."

"When I was thirteen a friend of mine and I swam naked in her pool, and in college my roommate and I got drunk and had sex."  She confessed.

"Have you ever told anybody about this?"  I interrogated.

"No, Lady Seska."  She said, then sighed.  "You're the first and only person I've ever told."

"Did you enjoy playing with your teenage friend and your roommate?" I asked.

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"It was pleasant for you?"

"Yes, Lady Seska.  Very pleasant."

"And now you have been undressed by me."  I stated.  "Would you like this to be a pleasant experience as well?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

I continued stroking and rubbing her body as I questioned her.  "What was pleasant about your previous experiences?"

"The beauty and softness of their bodies, and how new and daring it all was, Lady Seska."

I circled around the bench and stood in front of her.  I pulled aside the shoulder straps of my transparent gown and let it fall to my feet.  I knelt naked before my captive.  "Look at my body.  How old do you think I am?"

"Thirty-three, Lady Seska?"  She guessed.

"I am forty-two."  I said.  "And men pay $10,000 to $25,000 per visit to receive my treatments.  I am granting you a couple of hours with me in spite of your intrusion.  I hope you are grateful."

"I am, Lady Seska."

"Would you like me to turn you over now and let you experience something else?  Or should I continue to spank you?"

"Something else, please, Lady Seska."

I detached her shackles one by one, removing her blouse, bra and garter belt as I worked.  She was wearing nothing but her stockings and white high heels and pearls.  She looked spectacular.  I secured her to my rack--legs and arms spread.  Now we were face-to-face.  Her nipples were erect.  Her anxious eyes followed my every move.  I stood directly in front of her, breathing on her.  Even though I'm three inches taller than she, our nipples were touching--her perky, upturned breasts seemed to reach toward my fuller, more mature breasts.  The longer I stood there, the more her arousal was becoming evident--dilating pupils, flushing cheeks, deeper breaths.

I walked around to the back of the rack and viewed her outstretched body through the grid.  She looked delicious.  I reached through the cold iron bars and felt her stomach.  One hand wandered down toward her thighs, the other cupped one of her firm breasts.  I relished the feel of her form, as I'm sure she was enjoying my skilled touch.  I didn't touch her vulva.  She would have to beg for that later.

I knelt and beheld her long legs and touched them as well.  I looked up at her bare pussy.  It's outer lips were full, yet the inner lips and clitoral hood still jutted out from between them.  A shiny effluence was beading up between her slick labia.  She had been aroused for a while, perhaps as early as my spanking her, or even when I first tied her.

My next torment for her involved a large strap-on dildo.  I belted the thick rubber dick onto her crotch and pulled the straps tight.  A few drops of Astroglide on the tip made it ready for action.  I tilted the rack back 45 degrees and climbed up the grid three bars like a ladder, with one foot on either side of Melissa's hip.  I was crouched over her, and we were both off the ground.  She raised her head off the rack and looked down to see a hefty, 9 inch long, 2-1/2 inch thick dong fastened to her pubic mound.  She probably wanted to comment how she could feel her clit throbbing against its base, and that she felt tingles every time it swayed left or right.  But she dared not speak.  She was also looking at my shaved pussy and round breasts.

I lowered my hips so that the slick head of the dildo touched my vulva.  With a simple twitch, the cock was pressing into my opening.  I slowly eased the fat head inside me.  Melissa was still watching.  She couldn't take her eyes off the sight of herself in a man's position.  "Melissa, fuck me!" I ordered.

"Yes, Lady Seska."  She strained to lift her torso off the rack, and nudged the dildo farther into her captor.  I felt my tissues stretching as the shaft filled my cunt.  The inside of my pelvis pulsated.  Melissa dropped back onto the rack and the monster penis slid back.  She lunged again and drove the dildo deeper into me.

"That's right, fuck me!"  I encouraged.  Melissa kept thrusting, and as my wet pussy loosened and slickened the phallus, the thrusting became easier.  The more Melissa pumped, the more determined she became.  She even began to coo and sigh with arousal.  "Can you feel your clit rubbing against the cock every time you push it into me?"

"Yes, Lady Seska!"  She purred.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Yes!  It feels good, Lady Seska!"

I took her innocent, flushed face in my right hand, pressing my fingers into her cheeks, making her lips pucker.  I made her look me in the eye.  "Fuck me harder, Melissa!"  I ordered.

Before she could answer, I assaulted her mouth with mine, sucking at her lips and exploring her mouth with my tongue.  She kissed back and fucked me with harder, faster thrusts.  I sat back and reached behind my ass and felt her pussy below the dildo harness.  My fingers pressed against her juicy crevasse.  For a strap-on virgin she was fucking me nicely.

I watched her face carefully to make sure she didn't get too close to cumming.  After another minute of fucking, I stood up off her cock.  "Do you want to get fucked, Melissa?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"Beg me."

"Please, fuck me, Lady Seska."

"Only if you do something for me, first!"  I offered.  I climbed up to the top of the rack and put my pussy in her face.  Without hesitation, my hostage buried her face in my snatch.  She quickly found my clitoris and slurped on it with her full lips.  "That's right, Melissa.  Get your pretty pink lipstick all over my pussy!"

I let her service me for about two minutes, then I descended to the floor and returned the favor, probing the pouting folds of her cuntflesh with my tongue.  I sucked her beneath the strap-on until she was once again on the verge of cumming.

I unshackled my quivering student and pointed at the bench.  "Go kneel over the bench again, and shackle your feet."

"Yes, Lady Seska."  She was now free for the first time since I captured her.  Rather than escape, she chose to stay, even to shackle her own feet.

I walked over to the intercom in the alcove and pushed the talk button and announced, "60 seconds.  Turn on number 2 and bring it."  Melissa couldn't hear me, of course, with the jazz music playing in the studio.

I returned to the bench and my slave was waiting for me.  I sat down under her face and reclined.  Melissa planted her hungry mouth on my clit once again and resumed her sucking and licking.  With her free hand she masturbated.

"Oh, that feels nice, Melissa.  Do you like knowing what a good job you're doing?"  I asked.

"Yes, Lady Seska."

We were both getting very worked up.  "Don't make yourself cum," I cautioned.  "You haven't been fucked yet."

"Yes, Lady Seska."

As she spoke Nathan appeared in the studio doorway carrying a camcorder.  I had him waiting in my video room.  I gave him credit for figuring out that "number two" was camera number two, clearly marked and on its tripod.  Melissa didn't see him.

"Do you like sucking my pussy, Melissa?"  I asked.

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"Would you like to make me cum?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"Fuck me with your fingers while you suck me."  I commanded.

"Yes, Lady Seska!" She eagerly responded, then slid two fingers inside me without taking her mouth off my clit.  Nathan was now just ten feet away, filming his bride-to-be voluntarily and eagerly having sex with someone else.  I gestured to Nathan to put the camcorder down on the table by the door.  As he complied, I held firmly to Melissa's head.

"Melissa, you're going to get fucked now!"  I declared.

She looked up at me with confusion, since her goal at the moment was to make me cum.  She didn't know Nathan was right behind her, quietly stepping out of his pants.  His cock was already hard from watching his naked, writhing, sexy girlfriend sucking my pussy.

"Keep your mouth on my pussy, Melissa."

She kept swabbing my vulva with her tongue and plunging her fingers in and out of me.  Nathan was now squatting behind her and lubricating his cockhead with his own spit.  I nodded to Nathan and he surged forward.

Melissa's eyes popped wide open and looked at me with alarm.

"Keep your mouth on my pussy, Melissa."  I repeated.  She remained frozen as Nathan's cock filled her from behind.  I was still holding her head so she couldn't look to see who or what was fucking her.  "Make me cum!"  I urged.

Melissa was in a moral dilemma, but she was also too turned on and occupied to think clearly.  The cock pistoned through her vagina four or five times and the pleasure won the argument.  Melissa's eyes closed and she returned to French kissing my clit and rubbing her own.

I wasn't far from coming.  Neither was Melissa.  Nathan gripped Melissa's hips with his hands, making it unmistakable that a man was fucking her, not just some mysterious pleasure machine.

"Oh, Melissa, do you like this?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"You have no idea who is fucking you, do you, Melissa?"

"No, Lady Seska."

"I'm sure you would like him."  I smiled.  " Do you want him to stop?"

She took her mouth off my bucking snatch long enough to answer.  "No, Lady Seska!"

"Fuck her harder, boy!"  I ordered.  Nathan obeyed, his balls slapping her as he banged his hips into her jutting ass.

"Melissa, do you like pleasing me?"

"Yes, Lady Seska." She mumbled through my labia.  She was squinting from the pounding she was getting.

"If your handsome boyfriend was here, would you let him fuck me if it pleased me?"

"Yes, Lady Seska!"  She gasped.

"You would?"  I repeated.

"Yes, Lady Seska!"  She confirmed.

I stood up off the stool.  Both Melissa and I were on the threshold of an orgasm.  Nathan stopped fucking her.  Melissa looked over her shoulder and realized with whom she was fornicating.

"Nathan!"  She gasped.  "I--"

"You were having sex with another person on your own free will." He scolded.  "And you were letting some anonymous guy fuck you, as well!"  Nathan knew exactly how I had tipped the scales in his favor.  He'd be a lousy trial attorney had he not.

"This was a trick?"  Melissa gaped.

"Silence, both of you!"  I shouted.  Melissa, have you decided to stop pleasing me?"

She was stunned, but looked at my body, then back at my eyes.  "No, Lady Seska."  Her right hand returned to her dripping crotch.

I bent over and held one of the posts that supports the rack.  "Now you said your boyfriend could fuck me if it pleases me.  So I'd better feel his hard cock inside me in the next five seconds!"

Nathan approached me from behind and plugged my ready cunt with his tool.  He was noticeably smaller than the dildo I was riding earlier, but I was glad to feel Nathan's cock inside me once again, especially slickened by Melissa's sweet juices.  He wasn't fucking me gently, either.  That was good.  I looked under my arm at Melissa.  She was still obediently kneeling on the floor by the bench, touching herself.  I have to admit I was rather pleased with my work, once again.

"I'm about to cum, Nathan," I breathed.  "Don't you cum yet, just keep fucking me."

"Yes, Lady Seska."  He whispered for only me to hear.

The pounding in my pelvis finally released the avalanche of ecstasy we were all wishing for.  I yelped and shuddered from my shoulders to my knees.  Melissa was watching with her mouth open.  I gripped the post and rocked with each contraction in my vagina.  "Slow and deep, Nathan."  I said.

Nathan slowed his fucking.  He huffed and puffed a little, trying to keep himself from cumming.  Melissa's hand was a blur as she was diddling herself into a frenzy.

"Melissa," I called.  "Would you like to swallow Nathan's cum?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."  She moaned.  She started to unfasten her ankles.

"Stay there," I said, kneeling beside Nathan and taking his slippery bone in my hand.  "I'll bring it to you."

Immediately I buried his entire cock down my throat and forcefully churned my head up and down it.  My thumb pressed behind his scrotum into his prostate.  I was the only woman to ever deep throat Nathan, and I was certain that he reminisced about it since the one and only time I had done it to him weeks before.  He held my head and fucked it, clenching his teeth.

"I'm going to cum!  I'm going to cum!"  He growled.

I stilled my head and firmly sucked his cock as it pumped my mouth full of his semen.  "Mmmmmm," I hummed, letting Melissa know that Nathan's fuckjuice was squirting.

"Holy fuck!"  He swore.  "God damnit!"

I kept my lips around his cock until I was certain I had coaxed the last drop out of his urethra.  I rose up and walked over to Melissa and bent over to kiss her.  She understood and took my face in her hands.  Our mouths opened and met, tongues sliding together as Nathan's sperm cascaded from mine to hers.  Melissa swallowed once, then continued kissing me until the cum in her mouth caused her to swallow again.  Melissa was fucking herself with two fingers.

"Shall I finish you off now?"  I asked.

"Yes, please, Lady Seska."  She begged.

I picked up the harness and strapped on the thick dildo.  I released her legs from the shackles and led her by the arm to the futon and threw her down on it.  Nathan marveled.  I knelt between Melissa's thighs and pressed the oversized penis into her vagina.

Melissa gasped in blissful shock.

I pushed the dildo deeper into her, then backed it out.  "Nathan, get in here."  I insisted.

He knelt at the edge of the futon.

"Suck her clit while I fuck her."  I commanded.

He bent over and and began tonguing her hot spot while he pinched her nipples with his fingers.  I plowed the dildo into her again.

"Unnnnnhh," she squealed.

I knew it was a strain for Melissa to take this cock inside her, but the intensity wasn't holding her back.  With each thrust of my hips she was closer to bursting.  Nathan was a very capable clit sucker.  Melissa stroked his back, occasionally clutching at it with her perfect nails.

"Aaaaaaaah!"  Melissa cried.

"Are you going to cum now?"  I asked.

"Yessssss.  Aaaaah!  Ladeeee Seskaaaaa!"  She wailed, then began to violently shake all over.  Her hips kicked up off the futon and she hugged Nathan's torso, shrieking from her overstimulation.  She twisted and bucked for nearly a minute, hyperventilating and whispering "Oh my God!"

I tossed aside the strap-on and stood up.  "Melissa?"

"Yes, Lady Seska?"  She answered.

"I don't appreciate people breaking into my apartment, spying on my home or on my clients.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"I've got a videotape here showing you in a very provocative situation that could shame your family and end your marriage.  I don't want you following Nathan here again, and I suggest you have more faith in your fiancee.  I also suggest you leave and not come back without an invitation.  Do we have an agreement?"

"Yes, Lady Seska."

"Now I want you out of my home in no more than one minute.  Go!"

Melissa jumped up from the futon and hurriedly put on her skirt.  It was fun watching her scramble around the studio in her heels and ruffled stockings.  When Nathan realized her blouse was destroyed he took off his oxford shirt and threw it to her.  She picked up her keys, garter belt and bra from the floor and scurried out of the studio.

"See you at home tonight, darling!"  Nathan shouted.

"Okay!  Bye!"  Melissa called as she pulled the front door shut behind her.

"You're amazing."  Nathan drooled.  His cock was hard again.

"You should see me when I've got more than ten minutes to plan."  I smiled, then shoved Nathan down on the futon.  "You've got 90 minutes left in your session, little boy.  Don't fuck it up by talking out of turn."

"Yes, Lady Seska."

- End of Chapter Five -

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