Love For Rent Read Free

head.”
    “In the top pocket of my pack!”
    Melanie retrieved the key to Michael’s cage and fell to her knees in front of him. “Shorts off,” she ordered.
    He pushed them down. His cock was red and straining inside the cage. Melanie unlocked it and tossed it into the trees. She took Michael’s cock, now fully erect, into her mouth.
    “Bitch! You bitch! Sucking my husband’s cock and I can’t even touch myself!”
    They ignored her. His cock popped out of Melanie’s mouth, and she started stroking him.
    “How long since your last draining?” Melanie asked.
    “Month or so.”
    Melanie pumped harder, her other hand cupping his balls. He was facing Junie, still writhing against the tree, straining the strap, as the other woman masturbated her husband. He bent is knees as pre-cum seeped out of his dick. Flecks flew off as Melanie beat him off faster and faster.
    Michael exploded, his splooge arcing out in long, white threads that landed on his wife, hitting her stomach, breasts, face and hair as she thrashed. “You fuckers! You’ll be sorry!” she screamed. A final shot of cum hit her in the eye. Junie sobbed
    Michael helped Melanie to her feet and kissed her. Turning to Junie: “Stop crying,” and he released the strap and handcuffs.
    Junie shot to the other side of the clearing, wiping semen off her face, then clutching her breasts in both hands.
    “You bastards! You hurt me! I was bitten! Right on my nipple!”
    Melanie walked over to her and pushed her hand away. “I don’t see anything.”
    Michael stepped up and examined her breasts. “Excuse me, Junie, but you come back from a weekend with Gordon with bite marks all over your body, including your tits. And your pussy so sore you can barely pee, much less masturbate. And that time with the black eye.”
    “That was an accident.” She had stopped crying and was wiping herself down with a towel she had pulled from her pack. “Four people on a bed and sometimes, you know…”
    Michael gave her a sour look.
    “Fuck you. See you at the car!” Junie turned and stomped off.
    “It’s the other way,” Michael shouted.
    She reversed course and walked back across the clearing without a glance toward him or Melanie. Picking up her pack, she stomped down the trail.
    Melanie threw her arms around Michael. “When do you think she’ll remember that she’s nude?”
    “Trust me, she couldn’t care less.”
    “I suppose it’ll be lovely trip home in the car.”
    “She’ll get hungry and horny, then apologize. She always does.”

    Melanie set down her suitcase and looked around the living room. Things had changed since she left three days before to visit her parents in Ohio.
    Junie was slumped in a chair, a hand to her brow. Michael sat opposite her on the couch, his head back, staring at the ceiling. Newspapers and magazines littered the coffee table and the floor.
    “Uh, hi ?” she asked tentatively.
    No reaction.
    “Something… wrong ?”
    “Have a seat.” It was Michael. His head was still back. With a tremendous effort, he righted himself and stood. Picking up a newspaper from the coffee table, he thrust it into Melanie’s hands.
    “’Head librarian in sex scandal’?” she read. She looked up. Michael was back on the couch.
    “Keep reading,” he said, looking at the ceiling.
    “’The chief of one of the city’s largest university libraries was arrested last night on charges of statutory rape, sodomy, oral sodomy, indecent exposure, and moral turpitude,’” Melanie read. “Oh, shit.”
    “’Oh, shit’ isn’t the half of it. Go on.”
    “The 28-year-old woman, whose name is not being disclosed because the victim is a minor, was arrested last night in a city park performing a sex act on a 17-year-old boy, the driver of a delivery van. The woman, viewed on security cameras in the delivery bay of the library less than 20 minutes before her arrest, was observed performing oral sex on the victim.”
    Junie spoke. “How can a