(This was the hardest chapter to write and special thanks goes to Victoria Penndragon, AvailableSlave4u and Brightdawn for helping me.)
Melissa took her time driving home. In her mind, she started to piece together the pieces of the puzzle that George had placed before her. She began to remember the first encounter with Roger, the delivery driver. Roger, as far as she could recall, was having intimacy problems with his wife and was only at the initial party because George promised him anonymity. The fact that Roger brought her George's dinner invitation a few days afterwards was a total shock to her even though her seduction was not exactly planned.
Then there was the afternoon with Dan in his garage. Based on what she saw, Dan was the son of one of the partners at the law firm she worked for. Based on his admission, he was unwilling to follow in the family law business and instead chose to work on classic cars. Missy's encounter with him was to allow him to assert his own will on another, which explains his taking of her anal cherry during their time together. George had obviously wanted him to explore that side of him, and of her, but was he attempting to show Dan that it was the proper thing to do or was it to encourage him to further follow his own path?
'How did he guess or know I'd even accept Dan's doing that to me," she thought as she continued driving.
'And what about Frank?' This thought came fast on the heels of her thought about the encounter with Dan.
According to George, Frank had been used and abused by his previous spouses and Missy was George's way of helping Frank get over the nagging anxiety that had become the result. As she remembered the loving way Frank had grabbed the towel for her to clean off with, she saw it as a chivalrous move.
Frank had treated her like a lady even though Missy had acted more the whore instead. Missy's mind spun as she pondered the links and all her mind could turn up was George.
As Missy arrived home from her latest invitation, George was already waiting for her. As their lips met, George could smell the tell tale scent that Missy had had some fun with Frank while he was working. The lingering scent of Frank's essence around Missy's lips told him that she had taken his chocolate monster 'head on', just as he had figured she would.
It was hard for George to deny the way Missy's new openness was a turn on for him. Even after her seduction of Dan at the garage and Roger in the back of his delivery truck, he was very excited about the prospects of what was to happen the Saturday following. Just the thought of his new girlfriend on his special table covered with the seed of five guys, including his own, made the whole thing worthwhile.
Missy slowly flipped off the black ball cap she wore and began to remove the AC/DC half shirt she had worn to allow herself the chance to relax. The time spent with Frank that night had been nice, but it was not the way she had wanted to end it. As she turned towards George, she could see the bulge appearing in his shorts already as she reached her hands up to conceal her nipples a bit just to tease him.
She started licking her lips, tasting a small remnant of George's kiss as she did so. George began to walk slowly towards her before she bent down to unzip his shorts. A few breaths later, she already had George's manhood in her mouth sucking him hard as her hands began to reach below to tickle the sensitive skin underneath. George was expecting her to be aggressive.
Missy always got a little aggressive after succeeding in one of her personal challenges and this time, this blowjob, was no different. As he felt his tool slide down her mouth and throat, he surmised that she had attempted to take as much of Frank in her mouth as she could.
George had very little time to react as he felt his own essence signal its desire to rise as well. George quietly looked down and moaned softly as Missy pulled his waist towards her. The shot was quick and expected as she swallowed George's cum then looked up at him giving him her innocent puppy dog eye look. Now deflated from her assault on his member, his tool slipped out of her mouth as she began to stand up then headed to the bedroom where she went to lie down.
George took a moment to admire the view as he saw Missy laid there, spread eagle on the bed, her arms outstretched, breasts up and nipples erect, and a warming fuck me smile across her face. Her legs were folded on the bed and slightly opened revealing her naked pussy to his view. He wasted no time in kneeling down and slurping her love juice from that juicy peach. Missy's head thrashed from side to side as she placed her hands on her breasts to pinch her nipples as George continued his attention.
The taste of her fuck from earlier that night caused him to begin to lick a little lower. He wanted to lick her sensitive rosebud and see what would happen.
His attentions made Missy squeal a bit more while his middle finger played with her anus. He could tell that someone had already conquered her in that way recently. He figured it was probably Dan cause of his constant desire to be rough. His tongue found her clit yet again and stayed there until he felt her rise and fall from her own climax. Her pussy was a welcome way to finish off the busy day he had and he climbed up the bed to lie next to his beloved for the night.
The next morning, Missy awakened to the aromas of warm coffee and freshly toasted bread. She sat up and realized that she was still essentially naked except for her miniskirt. As she went over to her closet to find a suitable outfit, she could hear George singing something. She couldn't tell what because honestly George had the worst singing voice ever. But what he lacked in ability, he made up in volume.
As she quickly found a shirt and a pair of underwear; she was still trying to determine who the final participant from the party was. Missy realized she only had one more day to figure it out and invite the person before the party if she was to complete her task. Missy made it out to the kitchen where George was wearing a red "Kiss the Cook" apron over his T-shirt and shorts. As she leaned over for an innocent peck on his lips, Missy looked at the easy breakfast George made. In her mind, she started to figure he was up to something. It wasn't long until she discovered he was.
"So, Missy, Did you figure out who is our last invitation?"
Missy looked at him as she grabbed a piece of toast that he slathered it with strawberry jelly.
