MELODY
By Taliesin the Bard


“I like to watch two women together.”
The man laid his jacket on the back of the chair, turned the chair so it faced the bed. He sat.
On the bed were Meri Dallas, a bubbly blonde, and a big-boobed, big-haired hooker who had given her name as Melody when they had met half an hour earlier. The three were in a cheap hotel room just off Hollywood Boulevard.
“You get ta see dat,” said the hooker, “but we see the money first.”
“Sure, sure. No problem.”
The man produced a wallet from his pants pocket, took out several bills, hundred-dollar bills. He gave three to Meri and three to Melody. “As we agreed. Right?”
“Right.” The hooker put the money in her purse. “So wha’chew want ta see? Wha’chew want us ta do?””
Meri was ready to do anyone and anything. The money was fine but her interest was the sex. She didn’t object to being paid for sex but she hadn’t asked to be paid. She wanted to fuck, and if accepting money got her a hard cock or a wet pussy that was fine with her. She set the bills aside. 
Walking along the street earlier that evening, looking for sex as she constantly did, Meri had stopped to watch as a rented red Mustang had pulled up next to the curb and a hooker had strolled over to it. The hooker leaned into the passenger side window, and Meri got a good view of her rounded ass cheeks undulating gently in the yellow glow of a corner street light as she spoke with the driver. The hooker was tall, very tall it seemed to five foot tall Meri Dallas, perhaps six feet two or three with an additional six inches added with heels and puffed up hair. Because of this tallness, her ass stuck out quite far when she bent over into the car. The short black dress the hooker wore had pulled up when she had leaned in and her pink panties were visible to anyone walking by. There were only a few pedestrians, however, and they, for the most part, ignored the hooker.
Meri could not ignore what she saw. She had felt herself go wet between her legs the minute the hooker had approached the car. The tall brunette had seemed to flow on her high heels, swaying her ass in a smooth rhythm and leading with her tits which bobbled gracefully as she moved. Her legs had taken even, fluid strides; her arms had swung easily with each step; shoulders, elbows, knees, hips were all in corresponding motion. Meri was sorry that the hooker’s cunt was covered. Her own cunt was bare (of course) and she fingered it as she watched. Meri too was ignored by most passerby.
The voice, the hooker’s voice, calling to her surprised her. It hardly fit the hooker’s image.
“Hey! He wants ta do it wit two girls. You want ta do it, honey?”
Meri realized that her slut clothes — light blue micro-mini skirt, tube top, jacket and go-go boots — must have made her appear like a hooker herself. Well she’d set them straight. She was a slut not a hooker. But this seemed like an opportunity to get some cock in her cunt and some cunt in her face, and she was not about to pass it up. She didn’t care if the man wanted to pay for it or not. She didn’t care if she did it with the man, the woman, both, or with the homeless fellow snoring fitfully in the nearby mouth of an alley.
Meri was one of the S.L.U.T.s, one of the Swinging Lifestylers United Together, a group of sexually insatiable women whose motto was Anyone, Anything, Anytime, Anyplace. These women were constantly on the go seeking any and all sexual adventure.
The young blonde walked over to the car, ready to fuck.  She would have liked to have knelt down behind the hooker, ripped off her panties and licked her cunt. But acting discreetly — well, in a manner that passed for discreetly in the mind of Meri Dallas — she took hold the hooker’s hand and placed it between her legs.
“I’m wet enough for whatever you want,” Meri purred.
“He wants ta do two of us together,” said the hooker. “A three-way.” She withdrew her hand from between Meri’s legs.
“And,” said the john, “I want to see the two of you together, y’know, with each other.”
“It’s more for doin’ it wit anutha girl.” The hooker immediately began a negotiation.
The john and the hooker talked. If the talk went on more than a minute or two hot-cunted Meri Dallas knew she’d have to jump the homeless man to get the cock she craved. Her last fuck — three sailors in an alley behind a bar not far from the corner where she now stood — had finished only an hour before. But, after a quick meal at a fast food restaurant, she had soon felt the need to fuck once more.
So now she waited.
Shortly a deal was struck.
“Get in,” said the john.
“Mind if we both get in back so we can get started?” Meri asked.
“Of course, yes. Yes. By all means,” replied the john.  He was anxious to see two women have sex, something he had only seen before in movies.
Meri wasted no time in going for the hooker. She took the brunette’s face in her hands and kissed her, passionately, tongue probing. The hooker returned her passion, which came as a bit of a surprise to Meri considering the financial haggling that had factored into getting to this moment. 
Still the kiss was ardent and long, the hooker’s lips and tongue flowing with the same ease and grace her body had earlier. It was a superb kiss. And when Meri took the hooker’s hand and put it between her legs this time the hooker did not take her hand away. This time she slid a finger into Meri’s cunt. 
Meri pulled aside the crotch of the hooker’s panties, baring her cunt. Though she could not see it clearly in the evening darkness Meri could feel the cunt, feel that it matched every other part of the hooker; the labial lips were long fleshy folds draping down then flowering out about the entrance to the fuck sheath itself; the clit was full, erect, proud in its protrusion from its covering hood; everything about that cunt was inviting, inspiring. Meri slid her own finger into the warm, wet, wonderful recess between the hooker’s legs. The hooker moaned and Meri felt a rush of hot cunt juice drench her hand.
“Oh that’s great,” said the john over his shoulder. “Great. But you’ll have to stop. We’re here.”
They were in the parking lot of a hotel three blocks from where they had started. It was at this point that introductions were made. The john was Sam, the hooker was Melody. Sam had the two women wait in the car while he rented a room. Meri had tried to get something going again with Melody while they sat in the car, but the hooker had told her to “Save it for later”.
Now they were in the hotel room and it looked like things were finally heating up.
“Kiss her breasts. I like to see that,” Sam said. “Yeah, start that way.”
Meri pulled the stretchy fabric of Melody’s dress away from the brunette’s boobs, exposing the large, firm mounds to view. She bent forward and began licking the left one, swirling her tongue about the nipple, nibbling, kneading the flesh with her fingers. Melody cooed.
“The other one, lick the other one too.” Sam had his dick out, and obviously liked what he saw.
Meri switched boobs.
She had barely begun licking when Sam issued his next instruction. “Now lick her pussy.”
“Maybe we should get undressed first?” Meri suggested.  Sam seemed to have a ‘kid in a candy store’ mentality of sex. Meri could have spent an hour just on Melody’s breasts, worshiping the soft, smooth spheres, spent another in veneration of her voluptuous vulva. If she could set the pace all of them would have more fun.
“Yeah,” added Melody. “I bet you’d like ta see us naked.  You like to be naked don’tcha Meri honey?” She caressed her breasts as she spoke. “An’ I bet Meri would keep her ass high up so you could see it real good while she licks my pussy.”
“Uh, yeah, sure, do that,” Sam eagerly agreed.
Meri got off the bed and stood facing Sam a few feet away from him. She removed her jacket. Then her top, then her skirt. “I’ll leave the boots on, if that’s okay with you,” Meri said, knowing that it would be. “I love to fuck with my slut boots on.”
Sam gulped, and nodded.
Meri began caressing her cunt standing there in front of Sam. She had three fingers of one hand up her twat; with the index finger of her other hand she touched her clit.
Hands came around her from behind to grab her tits.  Melody’s hands. The hooker’s breath was hot on her neck; the nipples pressed against her back were hard.
“We’re gonna have a good show now,” said Melody. “A real good show.”
Melody and Meri walked backward a few steps until they reached the bed. Meri could feel that Melody was into it now, into the sex, the flow. They were synchronizing sexually, becoming attuned to one another. Meri hoped Sam would be able to feel the flow; he’d be a much better fuck that way.
Meri helped Melody pull off her dress and panties and then got between the woman’s spread legs. Meri went to work hungrily, greedily, sucking Melody’s sweet cunt. She tasted sperm — left over from a previous client, perhaps several clients, of Melody’s — and sucked harder. Meri happily recalled the three sailors she had fucked. She hoped Melody would like the taste of the sperm in her cunt. Meri, a slut through-and-through, always liked to have some cum inside her.
As promised, Meri kept her ass in the air. Sam was torn between watching Meri’s ass, watching her licking Melody’s cunt, watching Melody playing with her tits. 
It was too much for Sam. He tore off his clothes and charged forward from the chair. His hands grasped Meri’s ass cheeks tightly, and he began licking her slut cunt.
Meri moaned. She wondered if Sam would even notice the semen in her cunt. Or if he would care. 
Sam continued lapping but not well. And it wasn’t the sperm inside her turning him off. With her ass up as it was, little of the sperm remained near the entrance of her cunt. Sam seemed excited but hesitant somehow. He had the services of a hooker and a slut; he could do whatever he pleased. So why was he not getting into the flow?
Meri moaned again to encourage Sam, then looked up at Melody. Nodding, the hooker acknowledged the unspoken communication, and swung her left leg up and over Meri’s head. She rolled into an all-fours position similar to that of Meri. The blonde slut resumed pussy licking, imitating as best she could the lip and tongue movements that the john was using on her.
Melody felt the difference immediately. “He’s not very good,” she whispered to Meri.
“Why don’t we see what kind of meat he’s packing?” Meri whispered back.
“What’re you two talkin’ about?” Sam asked.
“Uh, we wanna suck your cock,” Melody told him.
“Oh yeah yeah, suck my cock.” 
Sam had gotten only part way onto the bed when he had been licking Meri’s cunt. He got fully on now, lay on his back and Melody took his cock into her red lipped mouth.  The cock was thick, uncircumcised, and fully hard.  Melody’s mouth danced over and around it. Her fingers tugged on the hot flesh, teased the skin. She made a soft humming sound.
Meri, meanwhile, was busy on Melody’s pussy, licking it now as it should be licked. And while she licked she poked a finger into Melody’s ass hole, wiggled it around.
“Now you, uh, Meri, you suck my cock.” Sam was back to giving instructions.
“Yeah, Meri, you suck him. He’s gota good one.”
Meri was reluctant to part from the hot pussy before her, but she was anxious to suck cock. She loved sucking cock.
The tiny blonde moved around and got Sam’s cock in her mouth. She swallowed the length of it in one gulp.
“Honey,” exclaimed Melody, “I never seen nobody suck cock good as you.”
Sam whined incoherently, shaking in sheer joy from the oral skills of Meri Dallas. He felt even more overwhelmed when Melody added her mouth to Meri’s oral assailment of his cock. What surprised all of them the most was that Sam hadn’t yet cum. Perhaps he was too nervous, too much out of the flow to cum. Melody and Meri were determined to change that. The oral sex had been just the beginning.
Melody began fucking him. She got atop him, slid her cunt down on him, and fucked him with that same grace and ease with which she seemed to do everything (except speak). She fucked him until he came in a gusher of cum, a gusher seemingly to him like more cum than he had ever ejaculated before. He emptied every ounce of sperm he had into Melody’s cunt. His orgasm drained him. Completely. 
When Melody got off him he could not move. Not for many minutes. He lay still and exhausted while the two women brought each other off with tongues and teeth, touches and teases, fingers fucking deep into their cunts, lust roaring between them. 
It was a hell of a show, but Sam didn’t get to see it.  He simply stared at the ceiling, breathing slowly. It had all been too much for him.


*******


Sam finished dressing, walked toward the door. “Uh, the room’s paid for. All night. You, uh, can use it for… whatever, if you like. I’ve got a plane to catch in the morning.”
“Goin’ back ta the wife?”
“How did you—— ?”
“I been hookin’ long enough to pick up on the subtle clues, startin’ wit the fact that you really weren’t into this,” Melody said. “Then there’s the weddin’ ring on your finger, fer example. An’ the plane tickets I saw on the seat in the car.”
“Hah! I didn’t even think to take it off, the ring. My weding ring. I… well, this was a business trip and I had this fantasy, and….”
“Some fantasies are better as fantasies,” Meri stated.
“Maybe you’re right. Well, if I ever come out to LA again I’ll look you up.”
“Sure ya will.”
“Bye, Sam,” said Meri.
“Well, uh, yeah.  Bye.”
Sam walked out and Melody stretched her still nude body on the bed. It was a graceful, catlike stretch.
“You are so attuned to your body,” observed Meri. “I dance at a strip club a couple nights a week and I don’t move that well.”
“Certainly you do. You move quite well indeed. It’s less pronounced on you because your bone and sinew are rather more compact than mine.”
Meri stared. The voice and inflection were completely different.
“In other words, because I’m rather tall and you’re rather short the grace of your body is less noticeable, but believe me, sexually, you move extremely well.”
Meri continued to stare. Questions were leaping to her mind but she could not make the words come out of her mouth.
“My name is Melanie Roth. Melody is but a personality I adopt when plying the prostitute’s trade. The prostitution provides income for my educational expenses. I’m a med student. Is Meri your real name?”

“Meri Dallas, that’s me. Well, Meredith Joy Dallas in full.” Meri found her voice. “But I’m not a hooker, I’m a slut. I just wanna fuck.”
Meri looked around, found the three hundred-dollar bills on the nightstand. “If you’re hookin’ to pay for college, this might help.” She handed the money to Melanie.
“I cannot accept. The money is yours. You earned it.”
“I wanted the cock and the cunt, the fucking. I got what I wanted. Take it.”
“Thank you. It will help.”
“So how many guys a night do you do?”
“Perhaps eight, perhaps ten. On average. But I only hook two nights a week. Someday I’m going to settle down and make some man quite happy, because I really am a good fuck.”
“You are a great fuck. If you ever want more work let me know, I can fix you up stripping, or doing porn movies.  Shame to let such talent go to waste.”
“Thank you, but this is all I wish to do for the present.”
“But you’re still working more tonight? And the guys pay more for two women, right? So why don’t I help you out some more? You do what you do on the street out there, and I’ll tag along. If they’re willing to pay for the two of us I’ll give you the money.”
“You wish no recompense in return?”
“I want more of your sweet pussy. That’s what I want, and if we’re doing the guy together I’m sure to get some of that.”
“Meri, you have a deal.” Melanie stretched catlike again, stretched into Melody. “But before we go on out my pussy could use s’more of that tongue a yours. Just a little somethin’ ta warm me up.”
Meri smiled and began licking between Melody’s legs.



Copyright © 2002 Taliesin the Bard. All Rights Reserved. Used With Permission.