Videll Dais / New Story

Teaching Melanie
             
By Videll Dais
             
Chapter 4
 
           
Veronica Lincoln poured herself another JD, her second of 
the day, and splashed in a little coke to round it off. She 
turned up the music slightly (Sting, one of her favourites, 
singing about every breath she took) and sat on the plush, 
cream sofa. She stretched out her long, shapely legs, lit a 
Super Cool, then tilted her head back and exhaled a grey cloud 
Of smoke towards the ceiling, smiling in a self-satisfied sort 
Of way as she did so. Richard, her husband, didn't like Sting 
or any other of her tastes in music, and positively hated 
smoking period, especially in the house. But Richard wasn't here. 
He was half-way around the world on another of his lecture tours 
so, what he didn't know about he couldn't grieve over. Being 
absent also meant he was no longer as in control of her - of 
everything! - as he so liked to imagine. This was as much her 
house as his and, with Melanie safely out of the way, Veronica 
would do just as she fucking well pleased. 
And, right now, she was very pleased.
Smiling still, Veronica put her head back into the soft, deep 
cushions, closed her eyes, and wondered how her step-daughter was 
getting along with her beloved Uncle Edward. Boy, would Richard be 
pissed when he found out about his darling daughter, the apple of 
his eye, and what Veronica had done with her. But by then it would  
be too late for him to do a damn thing about it. He'd only been gone 
two days and the tour had been scheduled for three weeks. Three whole
weeks was a long time for a young girl to be cooped up in the 
company of a sadistic, domineering pervert like Edward Lincoln. 
Melanie would be a different girl upon her return home. Very 
different.
Veronica remembered vividly every detail of her enforced stay with Edward, 
the humiliation, the desperation; the complete sexual dominance he'd 
subjected her to from day one. She'd submitted, yes, and wholeheartedly, 
body and soul, but had been given no other choice. Richard, in his 
infinite wisdom, had seen fit to inflict Edward upon her as a weapon, a 
means of breaking her spirit, enslaving her totally and pitilessly to his 
every whim, and she'd never forgiven him for that; never would, either. 
Though she had no idea how, she'd resolved to get her revenge one way or 
another. 
Of course, before revenge, there were things to consider: like this 
house for a start, currently worth an estimated 990 thousand and rising. 
Then there were Richard's other sizeable assets; several bank accounts 
(none, be assured, in the red); stocks and shares, bonds, trust funds, miscellaneous investments, even a diamond mine or two in South Africa. There 
wasn't a snowballs chance in hell that Veronica was in any way going to 
jeopardise her share in that little lot. She was a patient woman. She 
would play the good, obedient, submissive wife for as long as it took.
Now, two years down the line, all the pieces were falling neatly into place. 
You fuck the right bank manager, suck the right broker's cock, it's 
surprising what information comes your way, what clauses get amended, deals
repackaged, signatures get added (or deleted!). The time was right to square things away. The only thing left for her to worry about was the how.    
Then, like a spark of light in the dark, it had come to her: Melanie.
Veronica had only thought of the plan a week ago, in the middle of being 
fucked actually. Richard had had her tied over the chaise lounge in the 
Master bedroom and was slowly, thoroughly {Richard was always very thorough) 
reaming her arse, not brutally (as Edward had done in the early days of 
her so-called 'training', the days when she'd been an anal virgin ), but 
slowly, precisely, and very deeply, just as he knew she liked it. And, 
God, thanks to Edward yet again, did she like it!
Veronica remembered:
                                          
* * *

She was blindfolded with a black silk scarf, wearing only black nylons 
and matching garter belt, leaning over the end of the chaise lounge, 
her arse raised high. Richard had secured each of her wrists to the 
wooded feet, her knees bent, her legs so widely spread they trembled with 
strain, so much so it had been unnecessary for him to secure them.  
Her quivering buttocks were striped with red welts where Richard had 
thrashed her a dozen times with a riding crop making her yell boisterously, 
administering her treatment a good deal more painfully than he might 
have done to one of his many horses.
Richard knelt behind her, gripping her hips, looking down, curiously 
watching as his fat cock slowly slid in and out of her anus, the tight 
ring of flesh stretching around his plunging, oiled length. "You 
like that, Veronica?"
"Oh ye-es! Yes! Fuck me, Master! Fuck my arse!" Veronica had wailed, trying 
to heave her rounded buttocks back into Richard's slow, methodical thrusts.
"That's it, bitch, fuck your arse back on my cock, get it in there deeper."
"Ooh!" Veronica moaned with burning frustration because as much as she 
tried to impale her anus on the throbbing pole of Richard's shaft, he 
would cunningly hold her hips firm, withdraw to the bulbous tip making it 
impossible for her to fuck at any pace other than his own. "Oh God! Oh 
Master! Ple-ease! Give me more! GIVE ME MORE!"
"More what?"
"Oh, please... M-Master!" Veronica panted. "Give me more cock. Fuck it in me! 
Deeper... Deee-agh!"
Richard yanked on her fleshy hips, sank his pole into her guts up to his balls, 
then held it still in there, soaking in the greasy heat. "Like that?"
"Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Yesss!"
"Keep still," Richard ordered. He took his hands from her waist, slowly rotated 
his hips, corkscrewing his cock in the tight, ribbed, slippery tube of her hot 
arsehole. His balls were bunched, bursting with bubbling fluids. He was close 
to coming, but was determined to stretch matters further, determined to make 
his darling, bitch wife suffer just that little bit longer. He gave her a couple more open handed slaps making the firm, flesh of her buttocks quiver. 
Veronica groaned, her head lolling on the end of the chaise lounge, helpless, 
feeling the thick rod churning her insides, stoking the flames of lust that licked at her clit, belly, breasts and aching nipples. 
"Lean back. I want to play with your tits again."
Veronica struggled against the ties to make room, to give Richard free 
access to her breasts already red and bruised from earlier handling. Her 
tingling nipples were clamped, a thin gold chain linking them. The tips were 
sharp, long and hard as acorns. 
Richard leaned over her rump, cupped each firm mound of her dangling breasts, fondled and weighed them in his palms, felt each resilient globe wobble as he 
ground his cock ever deeper into the hot clasping depths of Veronica's anus. He 
licked the side of her long neck, stuck his tongue wetly in her ear, put a 
hand under her belly and diddled her clit. Her cunt was soaking, the lips 
puffed, gaping wide. "Cum, bitch," he whispered, his breathing rushed, uneven. "Cum on my fingers like a good little whore. Then I'll cum in your arse."
Veronica's whole body thrummed under the sustained assault on her tender parts, 
quivered from head to toe. "Y-Yes Master...Yes ...Yes, I-I'll cum soon. Fuck me 
harder in the arse. Please... Harder!"
Like some demented animal, Richard growled low in his throat, straightened, took a firmer grip on the fleshy handles of her hips and began to pump his throbbing 
cock ever more quickly into her trembling bowels. A moment later and he was 
spurting thick globs of cum inside her.
Veronica felt it, the pulsing shaft and the hot spurting. It was enough 
to send her over the edge.
"Ye-es!" She screamed, ecstatically. "Yes, fuck it in my arse, Master! Ooh, fuck it in me!" 
As she came, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
"Who is it?" Richard snapped, his muscles taut, cock pulsing with after shocks, 
still stewing in Veronica's hot guts.
"It's me, Daddy. Can I come in a minute." 
"N-No, no not yet. I'm not decent, Melanie," Richard modified the tone of his 
voice, suddenly becoming Mister Nice Guy. He could do that; switch from 
hard to soft core in a split second. People rarely, if ever, saw this other side 
of him, but when they did it was a true wake up call. 
"What do you want, sweetheart? Everything all right?"
"It's movie night, Daddy," Melanie called through the thick barrier of the door. "You promised to take me. Have you forgotten?"
Without ceremony, Richard slid his semi-erect cock from the slimy depths of Veronica's arsehole and stood up. He headed for the shower. "No, darling," 
he called out. "Of course I haven't forgotten. Just getting ready now. Won't 
be long. Wait downstairs for me."
Veronica lay on the chaise lounge limp, completely spent, motionless, apart from the odd spasmodic twitch from her over-abused zones of pleasure. She was listening to the exchange between father and daughter, and thought, somewhat 
bitterly, how quickly she became a used cast-off when Melanie was around. It was a big bone of contention between her and Richard, always had been, but it 
was a no-win situation. Though Richard furiously denied it, Veronica knew deep 
down she would always be the runner-up, could never actually be 'first' in 
her husband's life all the time Melanie was around. She would love to 
teach that spoilt little brat a lesson and one she wouldn't forget in a 
hurry. What if...? 
Of course. It was obvious. 
Edward!
Not only would Melanie be taught a lesson, Veronica's revenge on Richard 
would be doubly sweet. 
Two birds with one stone.

                                            
* * *

Veronica chuckled, got up from the sofa and stubbed out her cigarette 
in the crystal ashtray on the onyx occasional table. She went to the 
kitchen to replenish her bourbon. 
So simple. She wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. 
As soon as she was certain Richard was out of the country, she'd 
made one tentative phone call to Edward and the deal was done. Melanie 
would stay with him for the next three weeks. He would have a free hand. No 
restrictions. The bastard could hardly conceal the excitement in his voice. 
Afterwards, she'd phoned the airline, booked a one-way ticket to Trinidad, 
then made another call to her bank manager. One more call to a city broker 
with the unlikely name of Shaft and her future was comfortably assured.
Thinking about that last fuck with Richard had turned her on. She felt quite 
Horny and needed to get her rocks off. With her JD freshened and another Super 
Cool lit, she slowly made her way upstairs.
Veronica removed what little clothing she was wearing. The sunshine coming 
through the bedroom windows felt hot on her skin and she stood for a 
moment, head back, eyes closed, arms and legs splayed, enjoying the warm rays 
on her voluptuous body. She went to the dresser and removed a small, discreet 
satchel containing her toys from the bottom drawer, toys Richard had bought 
and used on her quite frequently; toys she liked. 
At the end of a bed the size of Wembley Stadium, there was a huge combined flat 
screen TV and DVD player. She fired it up and then sprawled naked on the 
bed, propping herself up with several pillows. By now, the third JD was really 
hitting the spot. 
This time, when she extinguished her Super Cool, she didn't bother with an 
ashtray, but savagely stubbed it out directly on the shiny surface of one of 
the bedside cabinets. Jesus, she chuckled again, Richard would definitely be 
pissed upon his return.
Veronica opened the satchel and removed a sizeable dildo, a perfect replica 
of a heavily veined dick complete with balls. It was a bright purple colour 
and made out of some sort of special, jelly-type substance that had a surprisingly life-like texture in the hand - and cunt. She placed it gingerly 
beside her. 
Next she removed a longer, narrower version of the first. Naughty stuff, she 
thought, and giggled. Not only was she horny, she was drunk as well.
She clicked the remote on the TV and the screen came to life. The DVD 
switched in and the screen suddenly filled with a huge, naked black guy. He was 
in the process of feeding his substantially proportioned trouser snake into a 
diminutive, naked white girl who looked as though she was being split apart - 
and thoroughly enjoying it.
Veronica watched with glazed eyes. Christ, that was some cock! A fucking 
monster. So big, the guy had to feed it into the girl's stretched, sopping cunt a bit at a time. She thought of Trinidad and what might be waiting for her 
when she set up her new life there. She'd always wanted to try a black cock. 
It was, in fact, one of the priorities on her 'things-to-do' list.
As she watched the on-screen action hot up, Veronica idly caressed her breasts 
with her left hand, squeezing the resilient flesh, tweaking each nipple into a 
long erect nub. Her other hand sought and found the thinnest dildo. It was pink. 
She raised it to her mouth, stuck her tongue out and steadily licked the end 
covering it with saliva. She flicked a tiny switch and the toy began to buzz 
and vibrate in her palm.
On screen, the black guy was really getting into his stride and pumping his enormous length fully into the little white girl. She was literally screaming, 
tossing her head from side to side, long black hair flaying the pillows, her 
cunt wet, stretched into a wide O, and sucking the whole fat, black length
balls deep. 
Veronica raised her knees and let them fall limply apart, felt her cunt 
lips part stickily. God, she felt so itchy, so fucking turned on. She 
reached down and touched the vibrating toy to her clit. 
Sparks of pleasure made her belly and thighs twitch spasmodically. 
Veronica moaned. "Mmm!"
Without further preamble, Veronica slid the thin vibrator between her 
swollen cunt lips, found her entrance, and sunk it deep. 
"Oh, yeah! Oh, God!"
She rapidly fucked it into her wet, tingling quim a couple times, churning her 
juices up, then slid the instrument out and lowered it to the crinkled star of her anus. Biting her bottom lip, she relaxed her sphincter, and gently eased 
the vibro into her arse the whole way. 
The toy purred nicely. 
So did Veronica.
The black guy on TV was groaning and spurting pearloid strings of thick cum by the bucketful over the white girl's pretty face and heaving tits. His huge 
cock filled Veronica's mind from horizon to pleasure-filled horizon as she fucked her arse with the pink vibro. With her free hand she reached for the purple monster. She fed it into her juicy, gaping cunt and pressed the switch.
Jesus!
It was like being fucked by two guys at the same time.
Veronica howled and creamed her load in seconds.

                                                
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Not too far away, in the annexe attached to the south wing of the house, 
Richard Lincoln's personal security officer, Jez Roland, was doing his job 
checking the surveillance cameras around the property and its grounds. He was ex-military, as broad across the shoulders as he was tall (6'3 in his socks.) Of Italian extraction, Roland was handsome, with typical slicked-back black hair and permanent tan. Though his job was strictly security, he pretty well looked after everything to do with the Lincoln household. Nothing escaped the penetrating gaze of his deep brown eyes.  
Veronica didn't like the way Roland looked at her sometimes, was suspicious of his cagey ways, and kept her distance. She thought he was more Mafia than military, and told Richard as much.
Typically, Richard dismissed her fears as complete nonsense, accused her of seeing too many gangster movies and told her to get over it. As far as he, Richard, was concerned Roland had his explicit trust. So that was the end of that.  
When Jez Roland had finished doing his usual checks of the property and estate,  he decided to have a look at the minicam he'd secretly installed inside the TV in the master bedroom. He got lucky and expelled a heaving gasp.
What a sight.
There, in wonderful full-colour close up, in all her naked glory, Veronica Lincoln was spread out on the bed giving herself a right royal fucking with a couple of vibro's.
Oh Christ!
For Jez Roland, this was a regular sight which never failed to raise him to 
a full eight-inch head of steam. He loved to watch his boss fuck her as well and 
knew she was a raver of enormous appetite and talent; game for anything and 
everything in the bedroom gymnastics field. 
He smiled, a hand cupping his balls, his prick all ready rigidly standing to attention. Roland loved to masturbate while watching the fun and games. It was like having his own private stock of very exotic blue movies. He never knew what he was going to see next, but one thing he could be damned sure of, whatever the action, it would turn him on quicker than a fucking light bulb. 
He made himself comfortable in a conveniently placed armchair, removed his rampant cock from the tight confines of his clothes and proceeded to keep Mrs. 
Lincoln company.
Maybe, in a day or so, he'd make his play for her for real. Ok, so she wasn't exactly charmed by him, didn't like him very much at all, he suspected, but even though she might get a bit uptight, might protest and get antsy, from what he'd witnessed in the Lincoln bedroom over the last few months, he reckoned she liked to be forced to perform. Whatever, he was going to get a piece of her great arse whether she liked it or not. 
She was every man's wet dream in the sack. Roland had determined a long time ago to fuck her at least once - no matter the Consequences.
With his boss abroad for the next few weeks, and that brat of a kid out the way, it looked like there couldn't be a better opportunity.   
As he watched Veronica writhing in orgasm, he brought himself off at the same time, gasping loudly as copious gobs of potent cum broiled from his cock, covering his pumping fist. 
Oh God, he thought. Couple more days, she's going to be gagging for a length of real meat.
And she was going to get it.

End Of Chapter 4