In Part 4, Melanie's life suddenly gets much more intense. It's probably a good idea to read the other parts first: Part 1 , Part 2 and Part 3
"So I'll see you at seven, then. Can't wait. Uh huh. I've got just the place in mind. Bye," Jack hung up the phone and turned to Melanie.
"That was Veronique, an old friend of mine who's in town," he said. "We haven't seen each other in over ten years. She's going to stop by here for a minute before we go out so she can see the place, and you can meet her. I think you'll like her."
Melanie felt instantly panicked. She tried to calm herself. She shouldn't be jumping to conclusions, she told herself, but she had a basic fear for her status as his sole sexual outlet.
Veronique showed up a few minutes early, when Melanie was still trying to work out the best way to look nonchalant on the couch with her book. She was pissed at herself for being so worked-up. She had even changed twice, trying to find the best appearance for this meeting. She'd settled on what she hoped was an optimal cute-young-roommate look. Plain black skirt and tights, a "pirate radio" t-shirt which displayed her boobs well, and her short black hair in little pigtails.
She watched with a flutter in her stomach as Jack embraced Veronique in a long, close hug. She turned out to be a tall, truly beautiful woman, around Jack's age, with ice-blue eyes, cropped blonde hair and sensuous lips. She wore jeans and a short black motorcycle jacket, which hung magnificently on her lean fashion-model physique.
Melanie got up as Jack introduced them, and tried to mumble something intelligent. Veronique greeted her perfunctorily, then shrugged off her jacket and tossed it on the table, causing Melanie to shut down almost completely.
"What do you think," Veronique said with an impish grin, turning and displaying herself to Jack with her hands on her hips.
"Wow," said Jack, obviously surprised.
Veronique was wearing just a simple black tank top which encased her small breasts without a bra. Tracing out from under it a host of truly striking tattoos sprawled from her chest and over her finely muscled upper arms and shoulders.
"Well?" she said, clearly enjoying the effect, her growing smile giving her a radiant beauty. "Forgot how to speak?"
"Wow," he said again. "That's amazing work. When did you have that done?"
"It's been a project over the past several years," she answered, turning around so they could see that designs travelled across her back, twining together between her shoulder blades.
"How much more is there?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered mischievously. "Maybe if you play your cards right I'll show you later."
Melanie just stood there on the sidelines turning cold inside. She couldn't have said if she had cause to be jealous. This was something they'd never talked about, but she knew that their arrangement was really supposed to be a non-relationship. She tried to calm herself. She didn't even have any evidence that Veronique was anything to be worried about, but she didn't know what she'd do if she had to share Jack.
"Roommate, huh?" Veronique said, giving Melanie the once over with a brilliant smile, then turning back to Jack. "I didn't know you needed the money."
"Well, it's not about money. Melanie takes care of the place. Keeps it all together."
"Uh huh. So you're the live-in maid?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Melanie replied awkwardly.
"It's more than that, Veronique. I was tired of living alone. It's nice to have a roommate again."
Again Veronique's gaze travelled over Melanie's body. "I bet," she said.
Melanie couldn't think of how this could go any worse. As Jack got Veronique a drink and took her on a quick tour of the apartment, Melanie went back to her work on the couch, grateful that she'd put things in such order in the bedroom. She'd even put in an effort to make her room look like she actually slept there.
Then Jack and Veronique went out, leaving her alone at night for the first time since she'd moved in. She did her best not to mope around, and put in some productive hours of studying, but dinner alone was hard, and come bedtime when he was still not back she felt downright depressed. She stood looking at Jack's big bed for a time, and then trudged down the hall and wrapped herself in blankets on the little couch in her room instead.
When Jack still was not back in the morning, Melanie cleared out and went to campus. She just didn't know how to face him. She tried to tell herself that it would pass. Veronique lived thousands of miles away, her visit would end at some point, and Jack's rampant libido would bring his attention back to her. Still, she didn't like the way it had all gone. Jack's behavior especially had made the reality of their arrangement strike home. She was just there to clean the place, and provide herself for his use, when he actually needed it.
She was in for another shock, however. When she came in the door at the end of the day, they were there on the couch, laughing, and an unfamiliar suitcase was in the hall.
"Welcome home, cutie," Veronique called to her, with what looked like a genuinely warm smile.
"Hi," Melanie said dully, then quickly made her way to her room. She plunked her stuff down on the couch and then sat there, staring out the window. She wasn't quite sure if she could handle this. Jack came into the room and stood there.
"Hey... You look upset. I'm sorry."
She looked up at him, and he truly looked like he was.
"I guess we should have talked about this sort of thing before," he said.
"I guess so," was Melanie's curt reply. She looked back out the window. She felt him sit down next to her.
"How long is she going to stay?"
"Just a few days." They sat in silence a bit.
"I'm thinking maybe I'll go and stay with Susan. Give you guys some room."
"Melanie, I want you to stay," Jack said. "You don't need to feel threatened by this thing with Veronique. It's not going to grow into something. She and I just..." He sat and thought. "We have unfinished business, I suppose."
"And what am I supposed to do while she's here?"
"Well..." he started and trailed off awkwardly. "Veronique's an interesting woman. Very open-minded. I think you should try and give her a chance."
Melanie turned and looked at him for a bit.
"Open-minded? What's that supposed to mean? You trying to set something up?"
"Not necessarily", he replied, though she wasn't convinced. "Can you just come out and get to know her a bit? Decide what to do after dinner?"
So she reluctantly agreed.
"OK. Give me a few minutes," she said, and he left her alone.
Veronique definitely treated her much more attentively than in their first meeting, and they actually had a good time. Jack cooked an awesome dinner, and they polished off quite a bit of wine to go with it. Melanie was feeling comfortable and completely included. She even found herself flirting back with Veronique a bit. When she flashed that dazzling smile on one it had quite an effect.
Then Veronique fixed her piercing eyes on her over the rim of her glass and said, "You know, there's no secret Jack can keep from me."
Melanie blanched, and waited to see what came next.
"I'm actually quite impressed with you two. Quite the modern arrangement, and we all know what Jack's needs are like. He must keep you busy, but he tells me you're quite up to the task." She took a sip of wine. "I must admit he's picked a luscious young thing for it."
Melanie blushed, but she was now relaxed enough to listen to this without getting completely flustered. Then Veronique leaned forward and put her hand over Melanie's. She felt the warmth of her fine fingers stroking the back of her hand, and felt a little thrill. It had been a long time since a woman had touched her like that.
"Jack and I want to show you something," she said, still staring into her eyes. She turned to Jack, "Don't we, Sir?"
As the word left her lips, a transformation seemed to come over both Jack and Veronique. Having dominated the conversation until then, she was suddenly silent, her eyes downcast as she waited for Jack to speak. Melanie looked at Jack, who's eyes had narrowed. He was watching Veronique with a small, controlled smile on his lips.
When he spoke, his voice was like silk. "Yes, I think we do." He turned to Melanie. "Have you ever seen complete surrender, Melanie?"
This was a surprise turn. She had just been getting used to the idea of the threesome she thought they were headed for. Now, however, she wasn't at all sure what would happen.
"Um, I don't think so," she ventured.
"Well then, I think you'll find this interesting." He turned back to Veronique, sliding his chair from the table and turning it sideways in her direction. "Show Melanie how a true sub awaits her master, slut." The way he pinched off the word lent a remarkable air of command.
Without hesitation Veronique slid from her chair and moved around the table to kneel at Jack's feet. Her knees were apart as she sat on her feet, her arms were behind her back with her hands clasped. She had her shoulders back, thrusting her chest forward. It didn't look like a terribly comfortable pose to hold, but she appeared quite content as she waited for whatever happened next. Melanie watched in silence, suddenly incredibly curious.
"Good slut," he praised, leaning forward in his chair and stroking the side of her face. "Are you ready to obey me?"
"Yes Sir," Veronique replied, still staring at his feet.
"What would you like me to do with you tonight?" he asked, stroking along her neck, running his long, fine fingers under the collar of her blouse.
Veronique closed her eyes, clearly enjoying the caress. "Whatever you want, Sir. I am yours to use for your pleasure."
"I know you are, but I intend to put it to the test tonight."
Melanie watched him undo a couple of the buttons on Veronique's blouse and reach his hand inside. She could see him cup her small breast in his hand completely. Veronique breathed in a bit as he rolled her nipple in his fingers, then he pinched it hard, causing her to let out a little gasp, but maintained her pose faithfully.
"Is my slut ready for it?"
"Yes Sir," she said wincing a bit, "Oh! I'm ready to do anything that pleases you."
He yanked her blouse open the rest of the way, sending buttons flying, to reveal her tattooed chest, the ink swirling around her small breasts with her crinkled, aroused nipples. Melanie realized she could feel her own nipples pucker as well as she watched this display of dominance. Jack leaned further and ran his hand over the crotch of Veronique's jeans, rubbing her pussy through the rough fabric.
"What's this, slut?"
"It's your pussy, Sir," Veronique replied.
"Is it ready for me?"
"Then why is it encased in this decidedly unfeminine fabric?" he asked.
"I'm sorry Sir," she answered, with distress visible in her face.
"You know my sub should never put anything between her holes and my hand but fine lingerie, don't you?"
"Yes Sir, I do know that. I'm so sorry, Sir. I can change right now. Please let me change for you, Sir."
Jack now pinched both nipples savagely, causing Veronique to cry out.
"Ouch! Thank you, Sir."
"Yes slut, go and change for me, then return to us with your toys."
"Oh, thank you so much. Thank you Sir." She stood up and took her suitcase to the bedroom.
Melanie watched all this spellbound. Sure, she knew some people got off on dominance and submission, but it was now dawning on her that this was exactly what she herself found so arousing about her time with Jack. Now that she saw the interplay between Jack and Veronique she wondered just how far they would go, and even more, how far she herself would.
When Veronique returned they had moved to the couch. She took up her position again before them, knees on the floor, hands behind her back, thighs spread to leave her crotch exposed. Her attire was completely transformed. She was dressed in short corset that revealed and accentuated her small breasts, along with sheer panties, stockings, and a slim black leather collar. All in black.
Jack began by flogging Veronique's tits. Melanie watched him casually flick the black leather tendrils across the pale exposed flesh. It looked deceptively gentle, but for Veronique's reaction each to each blow. She flinched, grunted and gasped, eyes closed, with a look of intense concentration on her face. Melanie saw red marks begin to show, and her nipples hardened to the point of aching with sympathy for Veronique's impossibly rigid, angry-red little points.
Veronique just seemed to get hotter, her grunts more and more animal, though she would still manage to call out, "Thank you, Sir" from time to time. Eventually she slumped forward, losing her pert posture entirely. Jack dropped his arm with the flogger and grabbed a handful of her sweaty hair. He tilted her head back, returning her to her position. She opened her eyes and stared back at him, and Melanie witnessed an entirely feral look in there.
Not breaking her gaze, Jack tossed the flogger aside and unbuttoned his pants, removing his big, hard cock, drooling with pre-cum. Veronique's had a hungry look, riveted to the sight, her lips parted. Still holding her by the hair, and his cock in the other hand, he smeared the slimy wetness first on her full, pouty lips, then around her cheeks, before finally feeding her his cock. Veronique let out soft moans as he slowly worked it in and out of her mouth, controlling her completely.
"Ever seen someone so turned on, Melanie?" Jack asked.
"Um, no." She slowly struggled out of her dazed position as a spectator. "No, I don't think so."
"Check how wet she is."
Melanie eased herself from the couch and moved next to both of them. She reached down and gently put her hand over Veronique's panty-covered crotch, feeling the heat before she even touched her. The fabric was soaked with hot, slippery wetness. It had been a long time since she had touched another pussy, and Veronique moaned louder around Jack's cock as Melanie savored the feeling through the flimsy fabric.
"She's really, really wet," Melanie reported, not stopping. Without thinking, she slipped her fingers under the edge of Veronique's panties and traced them through the smooth, slippery, open labia. Veronique's noises became more urgent, and she moved her hips against Melanie's hand.
"You like playing with pussy, don't you?"
"Oh, yes." Melanie replied, dipping her finger between Veronique's folds.
"Think you could make her cum?"
"Yeah, I think it would be pretty easy right now."
"Go ahead," he said, removing his cock, and sitting back. Veronique's eyes followed him as he left, with a desperate look about her. Jack returned it with a cold smile.
Melanie proceeded to move her fingers more insistently over the lovely, wet cunt presented to her. She teased at the swollen clit, smoothly fucked her with one slim finger, deep inside, and very quickly Veronique was moaning loudly. Still her eyes were on Jack, who stared right back at her. Melanie went right at her clit, and rubbed slow, firm circles over it. Veronique cried out and convulsed, clearly on the brink. Little by little Melanie sped up her motions, as Veronique bucked against her hand, panting, moaning, grunting.
Finally she spoke, "Please Sir. Please may I cum?"
"No slut, you know better than that." He roused himself from the couch and came close again. "You are going to show Melanie how well trained you are," he said, as he reached for an abused nipple and twisted it gently but firmly, causing her to scream in a mix of pain, pleasure and frustrated arousal.
"Go ahead Melanie, see if you can make her cum."
Melanie really went at it now, fucking Veronique with her fingers, and rubbing hard and fast over her button.
"Oh, Sir, please!" Veronique desperately cried out. "Please, please let me cum."
"No, slut," was his simple reply, roughly pinching her nipples.
Melanie was spellbound by this display, urged on by a desire to see Veronique have the powerful orgasm that was so clearly built up inside her, and fascinated by the level of control that kept her from letting it go.
"And how about your cunt, chica? It must be wet, too. Isn't it?" Jack asked her.
"Very wet, Sir," she replied, unaware till she spoken that she would use that word.
"You see, she won't cum. She knows that the orgasm I allow her will be the best she can have, so she will wait. But look at that desperation," he said, as he twisted a nipple again, causing her to cry out.
"OK, that's enough. I think it's time to use our whore a different way. Lick the maid's pussy, slut," he commanded, pushing Melanie back towards the couch by her shoulder. Melanie followed the command in that hand and dropped herself down, spreading her legs. Veronique panted for a minute there, then Jack roughly pushed her head down to Melanie's own steaming cunt.
On her knees between Melanie's thighs, Veronique pulled her panties aside and began by lapping up her flowing wetness. She went at it with obvious skill, and Melanie was soon in heaven. She just lay back there, watching Jack over the top of the blonde head at her crotch. Jack rummaged in Veronique's toy box and pulled out a butt plug, which he approached with.
"How does that look, Melanie?"
With the tongue dipping between her folds, she couldn't find words to answer just then, but she stared at it intently as he brought it close for her inspection. It looked like something she definitely couldn't take in her own ass, but she could tell it wasn't for her, and was eager to see what he would do with it.
"Want to see it in the whore's ass?"
"Mmm, yes," she managed, as his words made Veronique moan into her cunt.
"Need to get it good and slippery," he said, bringing it to her mouth. Melanie's eyes never left his as she wrapped her lovely full lips around the smooth black silicone. In the corner of her eye she could tell that Veronique was watching while she lapped and nibbled at her labia, and she ground her cunt against her face as she slobbered over the butt plug as sensuously as she could.
Then Jack took it from her and moved back behind Veronique. He took the now glistening toy and slid it along her crack, then gently pushed and twisted. Veronique arched her back and pushed her ass against him, moaning as it began to open her up. Melanie gasped and lost her breath as Veronique latched onto her clit and sucked it hard. When she opened her eyes again she saw Veronique looking up at her, a ferocious look on her face, while Jack was clearly working the big toy around in her ass.
Finally he shoved it firmly in, and then gave her ass a solid smack. He then stood up and removed his belt.
"Make her cum, slut." He commanded, bringing his belt down across Veronique's plugged, upturned ass with a soft smack. She responded with a little grunt, and applied herself with fresh vigor to Melanie's pleasure. With her hands she pulled Melanie's swollen lips open, and Melanie assisted by spreading her thighs even wider.
The feeling of her experienced tongue probing deep into her, then traveling up and flicking over her clit was marvelous, and the blows of Jack's belt across her ass seemed to just egg Veronique on further. Melanie looked up to see Jack with a look of intense arousal in his eyes as he watched the two women before him, continuing to bring the black leather down over Veronique's waiting ass.
Now the noise of the belt was louder, as was Veronique's response to each blow. She was crying out into Melanie's cunt, bucking her ass, but always presenting it for more. Jack paused now and then to work the butt plug around, and she would always moan with pleasure and push back against his hand.
Soon Melanie was at the point of no return. This intensely nasty, erotic scene would have aroused her no end even without Veronique's cunnilingus skills, and the combination had her at a level she'd rarely experienced. She let herself go to it, arched her back, and pushed her pussy into Veronique's face. Veronique recognized that cue, and went right for Melanie's clit, flicking it with her most dextrous tongue. In no time at all Melanie's body was thrashing through an amazing orgasm, clamping her thighs on Veronique's head, gasping as the waves of pleasure crashed through.
She relaxed and fell back against the couch, looking up at Jack, who was calmly smiling, then at Veronique's face between her legs, shiny with her juices.
"That's a good whore. You gave the other slut a good orgasm. Didn't she, Melanie?"
"Mmm, yes. She certainly did," Melanie mumbled as she stretched a bit on the couch.
Jack put the belt aside and reached for Veronique's ass again, gripping the toy and slowly fucking it in and out of her stretched hole. Veronique's noises of pleasure were obvious, as she lay her head against Melanie's thigh and thrust her rear out for more.
"See how much she loves the ass play?" He asked, looking at Melanie. "A true anal whore. What shall we do next, slut?" He said with a smack of his hand. He pulled the plug out most of the way, then worked it back in, making Veronique moan loudly.
"Is it time for a cock in here?"
"Oh, yes please, Sir," came Veronique's reply.
"Do you deserve your master's cock?"
"Oh, please, Sir. Use my ass for your pleasure. Fuck my ass hard, please," she begged.
With that, he removed the toy from her ass in a single motion, causing Veronique to gasp and convulse. He stripped off his jeans, revealing his entire slim body, with his beautiful cock standing out rigidly from his tangle of dark pubic hair. He lifted Veronique by her shoulders and pushed her forward so she dropped over Melanie's body, cradled between her thighs, head resting on her big, sweaty breasts.
Jack knelt behind Veronique and rubbed his cock up and down her slippery little cunt lips, parting them just a bit more with each pass. Veronique pushed back for more, and he restrained her by a strong hand on her hip, then with measured slowness sunk himself all the way into her dripping cunt. She let out a long, low moan into Melanie's soft breasts as he stroked in and out a couple of times, and then pulled out.
Now he positioned himself against her asshole and began to press in through her tight ring. Melanie strained to watch as slowly and inexorably his thick, glistening cock stretched her tiny anus open impossibly. Veronique was making an animal noise half way between a growl and a cry, her body writhing against Melaine's as if torn between escape and pushing back for more.
Melanie rocked her hips forward, bringing her own wet cunt against the stiff fabric of Veronique's corset, and wrapped her arms around Veronique and held her close, moving with her. Soon Jack's cock was buried all the way, and he held still for a while. Veronique lay in Melanie's arms panting.
"How's that feel, whore?" He asked.
"Oh god, so good. Thank you, Sir," she replied.
"What are you?"
"I'm your anal whore. Fuck my ass, please. Fuck me hard, Sir," Veronique replied.
With that, Jack began to fuck Veronique's ass in earnest, thrusting in and out of her ass faster and faster. Veronique's moans and cries were definitely all pleasure now, and Melanie was really getting off as she ground her pussy against the little buttons on the corset. She was mesmerized by the sight of that fat cock sliding in and out of Veronique's amazingly stretched anus.
With one hand gripping Veronique's hip tightly, he began to slap her ass with loud smacks. Each time his hand came down she gasped and clutched at Melanie and thrust her ass back on Jack's cock.
"Oh Sir, fuck me hard. Oh, yeah. Use your sluts ass. Fuck me like the whore that I am. Oh fuck. Oh Sir," came the stream of filth from Veronique's lips as Jack pounded her ass.
"You like it best in the ass, don't you, whore?" Jack asked.
"Oh yes, Sir, I'm a complete anal whore."
"Then cum for me, whore. Cum from my cock in your ass. Now."
With that, Veronique completely flipped out. She rammed her ass back on Jack's thick cock and rotated her hips, thrashing around against him and screaming and panting. This clearly sent Jack over the top, and he grunted and slammed his hips forward ramming Veronique harder against Melanie's body. Soon all three of them were cumming, and Jack pulled out of Veronique's ass and continued to release his load over her back, with some of it splattering onto Melanie as well.
When he was done, Jack released Veronique and she collapsed to the floor and lay there panting, wet with sweat, marked by his hand, and by his seed. For a time all was quiet in the room, and then Jack and Melanie helped Veronique to the bedroom, undressed her and tucked her into the big bed. As they lay there, Jack in the middle, with two very different, but both very arousing women on either side of him, he quietly spoke to Melanie.
"You seemed to enjoy this evening," he observed.
"Wow, it was intense. Yeah, I loved it," she admitted.
"Would you like to try more?"
"Oh yeah, definitely."
"You called me Sir," he observed, after a pause.
"Mm hmm. I guess it kind of slipped out," she replied, chuckling a bit.
"Do you really understand what that means?" he asked, his tone sobering her a bit.
"Um, I think so."
"Would you want a master? To commit to doing anything he asked?"
She thought about it, and realized that it was true. What she had seen tonight was the culmination of the feelings she'd been having for the past few weeks, and there was nothing she wanted more.
"Yes," she said, in a smaller voice. "I want you to be my master."
"I don't want you to say that idly, Melanie. Think about what you're promising. You're a marvelous young woman, I would be delighted to have your gift of submission, but it's a big commitment. Are you really ready to give yourself, body and mind, to your master?"
The feelings that these quiet words of his stirred inside her body were some of the most intense she'd felt all evening, almost crowding out her intellect, and she realized that there was nothing she wanted more. She turned and looked at him in the dim light.
"Yes, Sir, please let me call you master," she said in a voice barely audible, just more than a whisper.