Making Melissa

Melissa was lying on a wide rectangular bench on her back, facing upwards at the bare strip lighting on the ceiling. Its legs were metal and sturdy, topped with oak that had been polished to perfection giving it a delightful, glimmering shine. In the corner of the nondescript white room was a red leather-bound armchair, designed for comfort, angled to face towards the bench. Surrounding the bench were four metal poles, protruding from the ground, strong and sturdy, with a ball at the top of each, a couple of feet away from each corner of the rectangular piece of furniture she was laying on. The door directly opposite her feet swung open and an older man entered. His hair and beard were gray, matching his immaculate gray pinstripe suit. The sound of the man's polished black shoes could be heard clicking across the floor as he approached Melissa. He leant over her and looked her in the eyes through his thin silver framed spectacles.

"Are you ready?" he asked firmly, but with a hint of tenderness.

Melissa nodded in nervous anticipation as the man took a seat in the leather chair, making himself comfortable crossing one leg on top of the other. He leant back in the chair, resting his arms on the sides before ensuring everything was to his liking. When he was happy, he spoke in a calm, clear voice.

"Enter."

The door opened again and another man stepped into the room, dressed much more casually in a pair of joggers and a plain blue tee. He looked over to the man in the chair, who nodded at him, giving him permission to proceed. He quickly pulled off his clothes to reveal his muscular body, stepping closer to Melissa. She too, was naked, her small body looking weak and feeble as she lay on the bench. She was small, oh so small, barely standing over four and a half feet, her pale white skin a harsh contrast to her ginger hair, which was tied up in a pair of cute pig tails. Her small breasts were perky, the soft, supple flesh begging to be played with, her little pink nipples already standing to attention as she anticipated what was to come. Each of her limbs were tied with rope, stretching from her wrists and ankles to the metal poles surrounding the bench. The ropes were taut, ensuring that her legs were spread wide open and the man stared hungrily between them. Her delicate slit was already glistening with arousal and she couldn't help but blush as she felt the man's gaze dig into her most intimate place.

As he took in the delightful view before him he took his member in his hand, slowly stroking it until he was fully erect. He walked along the bench so that he was parallel with Melissa's face. She had been made up beautifully, her lips a bright red with heavy eye make-up to give a sultry, albeit slutty, look. The man stepped closer, bringing his throbbing head millimeters away from her face as she immediately opened her lips for him. He slid straight inside her mouth and into her throat, moaning lustily as he felt her wetness enveloping him. In this position Melissa couldn't move her head much, so she lay there, allowing the man to fuck her face, feeling his balls slapping against her cheek with every thrust.

She had been trained to take this kind of abuse, her gag reflex almost gone by this point. She knew it was her job, her purpose, to service men and she loved the role she had been given. As the man fucked her throat with greater gusto spit began to drip from her mouth, coating the man's cock and dripping onto the bench below her. Save for a few breaks to let her catch her breath, the man showed her no mercy and after a few minutes, her lipstick was smeared all over her face, mascara running as the tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. He pulled his cock from her mouth, rubbing his slippery prick all over her face before taking himself in his hand, stroking vigorously.

Melissa stared up into the man's eyes, hunger filling them as she whispered desperately, "Please."

That was what he needed to be pushed over the edge as he shot spurts of warm cum over her previously pristine face. Some landed on her forehead, some in her open mouth, and some dribbled down her chin. After he had calmed down, the man casually pulled his clothes back on and walked out of the room.

The man in the chair smiled, readjusting his position in the chair to stay comfortable, before speaking again in the same calm, cool tone. "Next."

The door swung open again and another man entered. He was older, with long black hair and a mustache, stripping as soon as he stepped through the door. He had a pudgy belly and a thick, wiry nest of pubic hair through which his already hard cock sprouted. He stepped up to the bench, positioning himself between Melissa's legs. Her arousal had only become more obvious after being used, streaks of her juices causing the skin on her thighs to glisten. She smiled at the stranger through her messed up, cum covered face and whispered, "Please."

He pressed his head against her opening, easily sliding inside her hungry hole. He quickly built up a rhythm, sliding in and out of her swollen pussy as her moans filled the room. The man sitting in the chair watched happily, before instructing another man to enter the room.

"Next," he shouted.

Melissa was so entranced by the pounding she was receiving that she didn't even notice the third man enter until his twitching cock pressed against her lips. She flicked over her eyes to look at him and gleefully took him into her mouth, opening her throat to another strange man. The two men moaned huskily as they each used her holes for their own pleasure and gratification. She was loving every second, completely submitting and switching her brain off as pleasure overtook her body, focusing on the feeling of being stretched and used. It didn't take long for the first orgasm to hit her, shaking and spasming on the hard bench, vibrations radiating through her throat, causing the third man to twitch, quickly withdrawing from her eager mouth and unloading over her face.

"Next!" The man in the chair shouted and within a matter of seconds, a fourth man had taken the place of the third, sliding into Melissa's well used mouth with reckless abandon.

"Harder," the seated man instructed as he lazily stroked his throbbing cock through his suit pants. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the show happening in front of him, not even wanting to blink for fear of missing a single second.

Both men followed his instructions and after a matter of seconds the pudgy man unloaded deep inside Melissa's pussy, causing her to cum again as she felt the warmth spread inside her and radiate through her body. He admired his handiwork, breathing heavily as he watched his cum slowly start to trickle out of her hole. He smiled to himself and then the man in the chair before leaving.

Once the door closed, the man in the chair spoke up again, faced flushed red with arousal. "Take the position."

Climbing onto the bench, the fourth man obliged his request, placing his knees either side of Melissa's slim shoulders. A pigtail was grabbed in each hand, pulling her head upwards and forcing his cock past her pretty lips. Using this angle he slid as deep into Melissa's throat as he could, pulling on her pigtails until he was buried in her up to the hilt. He held his cock deep inside her until her eyes started to bulge and water. As she was running low on breath he withdrew, before once again burying himself deep, continuing this process several times as the previous men's cum mixed with her tears and running makeup. Finally after several minutes, Melissa felt his balls tense and he came deep down her throat, firing two ropes straight into her belly before he could pull his hips back, his cock slithering from her wet hole with a slurping sound. He continued to cum on her face until there was only a dribble left, flicking his cock towards her to splatter her face with the remaining drops of seed. Like the men before him, he got up and left with a wide smile on his face.

The man in the chair stood up, readjusting his swollen phallus before walking over to the bench. He stroked Melissa's hair lovingly as he took in the view before him. Her pigtails were barely still in place, her hair messy and soaked with cum and sweat. Her make-up was smeared and stained, cum covering her face, some dry, some still running down her cheeks and onto the bench below. The wood was slick and shiny with a mixture of spit, sweat and cum. He reveled in what he had created, a perfect little slut, who was loving every moment of this. Melissa's smile was wide and her eyes, while tired, gleamed with excitement and arousal.

"Are you ready to continue?" He asked softly as he continued to gently play with her hair and look into her eyes.

"Yes Master, I'm ready!" She replied eagerly.

"Such a good girl," he replied. He pulled a box cutter from his pocket, sliding out the blade with a metallic click. He moved around the bench to each of Melissa's wrists, cutting the rope, finally freeing her arms. Melissa clutched her hands close to her body, rubbing her sore wrists as she smiled up at her Master.

"Thank you Master." She whispered softly.

He smiled at her warmly, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead softly before returning to his seat. He got comfortable again, repositioning his member before folding his arms, ready to watch the show continue. "Enter!" He shouted.

Once again the door swung open and four men entered in quick succession. They were all tall, six feet plus and well built, with rippling muscles barely contained by their clothes. They all stripped quietly, each of them were extremely well endowed, long, thick, veiny cocks that were already hard and twitching with anticipation for what was to come. Melissa's Master had deliberately chosen these men based on their physical attributes, knowing that while such a sweet girl would never ask for it, she desperately wanted to be dominated by such hulking, masculine specimens. As Melissa looked at the four men nervously, they surrounded her, one between her legs, one next to her head and one on each side of her.

"Begin," the puppet master of this hypersexual performance ordered from his chair, licking his lips with excitement at what was to come.

Within seconds, Melissa was filled once again, her mouth and pussy stretched like never before as thick cocks delved deep inside her. The two men besides her pulled her hands onto their cocks as she started to stroke them without even thinking. She'd never been with a man this big before, let alone four at once and the overwhelming sensations of pleasure washing over caused her to cum again, shaking, muffled moans filling her throat but unable to escape. Her hands dropped to her sides, but were quickly put back in place by the men besides her, as each took one of her small breasts in their rugged, manly hands, squeezing them roughly another orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, causing her back to arch as she shuddered and shook as if possessed.

"Switch!" Master ordered and each man rotated one place to the right, before continuing using the tiny fuckdoll laid out before them.

This process continued for the next several minutes as Melissa came again and again as she was brutally stretched and used, the sensations completely overwhelming her. Each new cock in her hands and inside of her was a new experience, different thicknesses, lengths and curvatures, but she was so far gone at this point, she could barely process what was happening. She was covered in sweat, body exhausted and sore, but she never wanted this to end as what must have been at least her tenth orgasm of the day rocked her body. Her muscles ached, tears streamed from her eyes, but every time the men changed position, she continued to beg desperately.

"More...more...more."

After what felt like forever, her Master's voice cut through the haze of pleasure and pain overtaking her body, like a rope extended to a drowning man.

"Time to give the little slut what she needs gentlemen!"

Just like Pavlov's dogs, each of the four towering, hulking men withdrew from Melissa's mouth, hands and pussy, stroking themselves furiously to reach climax. The one at her head came first, Melissa barely even able to feel the hot cum splattering across her face. The ones besides her followed her in quick succession, cumming over her chest and stomach, a small puddle of ejaculate forming in her cute little belly button. Finally the man between her thighs grunted and groaned, firing jet after jet of hot semen all over her crotch as she wearily wriggled on the bench.

"Thank you kind sirs," Master said, "Your payment is waiting for you in the lobby."

The four men smiled, high fiving each other on a job well done, before grabbing their clothes, heading out of the door and leaving Melissa and her Master alone in the plain white room.

He sat there for a moment as she continued to moan and softly buck her hips, as if still desperate to be filled further, despite the hour-long sex marathon she had just endured. He lazily traced his finger across his throbbing cock, enjoying the pressure against his shaft. She had done so well and made him so proud, he had wondered if she would be able to take it all but she had, like a pro.

He pulled himself up from his chair and walked over to the bench. Melissa's eyes were still clenched closed as she moaned and whined ever so softly as she recovered. Her make-up was barely even noticeable at this point, her face covered in a mix of cum, sweat and spit. Her pigtails had come loose and her hair looked like a crow's nest, her face flushed red and skin blotchy from the exertion. As his eyes roamed down her body, streaks of jizm crossed her body like police tape at a crime scene, evidence of the depravity she had been subjected to. Her pussy was still twitching and clamping, stretched wider than he had ever seen, her juices covering her entire crotch and upper legs. The bench was absolutely soaked with the combined fluids of Melissa and the several men that had used her. He absent mindedly touched the wood, bringing his fingers to his face and sniffing. Intoxicating.

Finally satisfied that he had seen every inch of the beautiful artwork he had created, he leant down to Melissa's ear, whispering softly. "Let's get you cleaned up sweetie."

Melissa's eyes snapped open at the sound of her Master's voice as the nodded weakly. "Please sir..." she whispered through aching lips.

He swept her up gently in his arms, her small frame snuggled safely against his manly chest. He carried her from the room and down a corridor to his bathroom. He had a large, walk-in shower and had earlier placed a plastic chair inside for her to sit on. He placed her down delicately in the chair, before stripping of his clothes to ensure they weren't ruined by the water. He turned on the shower and a hot jet of cleaning aqua cascaded down. He took a loofah and lovingly and meticulously washed every inch of her body as Melissa continued to try and recover from the most intense sexual experience of her life

Once he was happy that her body was clean, he squirted some shampoo into his hands and delicately sudded up her ginger locks. As he did, he whispered reassuringly in her ear.

"You did so well..."

"I'm so proud of you..."

"You're Master's good girl Melissa..."

Once he was finished cleaning her, he turned off the water and wrapped her in a towel. He wrapped her up in it and carried her once again, this time into his bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed on top of the towel, grabbing another one from the cupboard and gently drying her off. The feeling of the luxurious cotton against her skin helped to bring Melissa back into the room. She was still exhausted and sore, but she knew where she was and smiled lovingly at the man who had arranged all of this, just for her.

"Hold me Master." she said weakly, lifting up her tired arms towards him. He smiled, finishing drying himself with the towel before laying down next to her. He cautiously helped her onto her side and snuggled up beside her, gently kissing her and holding her aching body against his. Melissa and her Master lay on the bed, holding each other, until sleep overtook then both.