Melora: Chapter 3: Glazed
Melora got off work early on December 24th. It’s a bit of a tradition to close early on Christmas Eve. Melora didn’t really have any plans for the evening, but she was glad to be out of work. Since she had some time on her hands and it was a nice evening, Melora decided to walk home.
She left the office block where she worked and headed off down Rampart Street. The Central Business District where she worked was clean and antiseptic. She lived in Midtown, a nice older neighborhood not too far away. The walk down Rampart took her through a funky area with strange little shops and the kind of dive bars frequented by college students and street people. Her walk took her through the semi-abandoned Warehouse district. The Warehouse district had some buildings that had been converted to condos, some active warehouses and light industry. A lot of building stood vacant while the owner’s waited to cash in on gentrification.
On the edge of the Warehouse district, Melora stopped at J & S Market to get a drink and say hello to Jean who owned the place. Jean was a tall, blond woman with a tough demeanor. She had to be tough to run a store in a rough neighborhood like that. Melora and Jean chatted for awhile while a steady stream of burly warehousemen came in to buy beer and wine for the holiday. Melora liked Jean because she was tough as an old sailor when the rummies gave her grief but sweet as a schoolgirl with friends. Melora admired Jean’s nice ass as she walked over to the cooler to get some milk for old Mrs. Jarvis. Melora hoped she’d look as good when she was in her forties. Jean still looked sexy in jeans and a sweatshirt, even if she did have a funny walk.
Melora left J & S with the feeling she was being followed. She often got that feeling around here. The vacant windows in the empty buildings gave the area a spooky air. They felt like big black eyes watching her progress down Rampart. Empty buildings lined both sides of the street now. There were few lights and even fewer people. She was thinking about playing on the internet as she approached the loading dock of the old York warehouse. As she drew abreast of the bays, she heard a crash behind her. She turned to look back up Rampart. Arms materialized out of the shadows immobilizing her. A thick leather glove covered her eyes and a strange smelling rag pressed over her nose and mouth. Another set of arms grabbed her about the chest. She felt herself being lifted into the air as she lost consciousness.
Melora’s head jerked back as the ammonia brought her around. The first thing she felt was cold metal pressed against her back and arms. Then she realized she was naked with her arms tied to a metal rod. She was kneeling on cold cement trussed up to a railing like she was going to be crucified!
Melora was terrified. She looked around wildly, but couldn’t really see anything. Very strong lights were shinning on her. She could hear voices. There were a lot of voices out in the darkness, but all she could see were shadows. A loud metallic crash sounded and a deep voice rang out, “Let it begin!”
Melora saw two huge black men step out of the darkness. They were naked except for masks and they were stroking huge cocks. They stepped in front of Melora stroking those huge cocks, which they held inches from her face. Melora wondered, ‘should I suck them or should I scream?” She didn’t have a choice. A massive jet of spunk hit her cheek. The spray covered the side of her face. Then the other cock let loose with a river of white spunk hitting her on the nose and chin. Reflexively, Melora opened her mouth to catch the jizz.
The first studs were gone but three more stepped up; a short white guy with a huge cock, a little Asian guy and a Mexican with a curved penis. She watched them stroking. She was definitely ready to suck. She opened her mouth waiting for someone to jam their cock in, but the guys just stroked. Then cum hit her again. One load landed in her hair, another hit her right eye and burned. The third splattered over her tits.
