Meilin Massacre Pt. 04: Final

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Pam was full of surprises. I had half expected that her business with me might be more than personal — that her constant flirting had a real edge to it. But on this occasion I was a little disappointed, as she did not want my body, only my co-operation. (See: The Meilin Massacre: Pts 1, 2 and 3) She had asked two of her male friends over for a spot of threesome fun and she wanted to film it. Meilin’s verandah, which looked square into her lounge room, was one of the sites she had in mind for a camera.

“You don’t need to do anything,” she said airily, “Just set it up and I’ll take it from there.”

“I don’t want Meilin to know about this,” I said somewhat seriously.

“Of course. I’ll pick a day when she’s at work, you know, fucking with your buddies.”

She said this playfully and with the kind of coquettish smile so no offence could be taken.

“That was just a one-off Pam. I wanted to see what she was up to.”

“Come on Steve. We are two peas in a pod. It was a turn-on for you.”

I knew she was right. She knew me better than I thought.

“And for the record, if you want, you are welcome to join my little group. I wouldn’t mind a foursome.”

I wanted to fuck Pam but not with a small army of helpers.

“Maybe next time.”

And that was that. She left to key-up a date with her friends and I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Meilin. But I was lost in thought, wondering where things might go. It was very true that I enjoyed watching my girl getting rooted by other men, thought the context was safe enough. They were paying customers who came and went and Meilin put on a show for them. They were gone and she came home to love me. Part of me wanted to end all the deception. But another part, had an irrational yearning to push and push and see what happened. Such are the wages of lust.

A few days later Craig called me and asked if we could meet for a beer. I arrived at my local early and sat watching the door where the great man would walk in, doubtless chuffed at his success with Meilin. He had scored in every hole. I wondered if this was just a catch-up or if he was about some other business. My hunch was the latter and this was duly confirmed when he walked in, accompanied by a short stocky fellow wearing dark glasses. In the dim light he put me in mind of blind man, his glasses and hesitant steps suggesting a kind of reluctance. I guessed, correctly, that he was a fellow punter.

After the usual formalities Craig was straight down to business. Don, his friend, was very much up-to-speed on his exploits.

“Don would like to sample Meilin’s delights at ‘Sunflower’,” he said.

His friend smiled awkwardly but said nothing.

“You don’t have to ask my permission,” I said, feeling a little irritated.

“We think we should. You see, we wanted to take things a little further than on my last visit.”

“Further!” I exclaimed, “You scored bigtime. The trifecta, if I remember correctly.”

“And it was fantastic. Your woman is nothing short of a legend. You are one lucky guy.”

Craig had a look of genuine admiration on his face. He meant what he said.

“Look, it was very sexy to watch, I can tell you,” I said smiling, “Has Don?”

I trailed off to let Craig fill in the dots.

“Not yet. I wanted to ask you first. But I have told him all about it.”

Don looked up from his glass and said, “She sounds like a cracker.”

From my vantage point Don looked like the kind of punter who had been sized-up and taken every time. He handed over the cash and the girls did the bare minimum to get him out the door. I was to be proven wrong.

“She is,” I replied.

There was a long pause while the three of us got lost in our drinks.

“So, how do you two want to take this further?” I said, though even as I asked the question, the answer seemed to pop into my head.

“Well, if it’s okay with you. Don and I would like to ask Meilin for a threesome,” Craig said.

“Just the once,” he added.

I looked thoughtfully at both of them and then shook my head.

“Guys, there is no way she is going to let the two of you into her room at the same time. I can’t see you getting past the foyer.”

“Well, we can give it a go, don’t you think? If the answers no then she can take us one after the other.”

There was another pause while the three of us sat thinking. I was happy enough with the proposal but I couldn’t see how they’d get past first base.

Then it happened. My mind began whirling again and that surely meant trouble. I had an idea, a perverse idea.

“Look I have no problems with you trying it on. You know that. But I know Meilin and she won’t have two blokes in at the same time — it’s too risky for her and the business.”

“Oh well,” sighed Craig.

“But I do have an idea. It’s a bit crazy. Do you want to hear it?”

I explained to them my first impressions of Don as he walked in the pub door. I thought that he might be a blind man. So, what if Craig posed as a carer or friend and they went to ‘Sunflower’ together Bahçeşehir travesti just for a massage.

“So, how do we both get in?” said Don, looking flummoxed.

But the penny had dropped for Craig and I could see the wheels turning.

“Oh, you are a fucking legend Steve. What an idea!”

We both patiently explained to Don that he would be impersonating a blind man. Craig would be his career and support person, so when he came in for a massage, he would obviously want his unsighted buddy in the same room, say, just sitting quietly in the corner. Of course he would, and who could say no to that?

“Of course she still he might still say no, but it’s worth a try. And Don, you have to bung it on, dark glasses and a white cane and all that.”

Don wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer and he looked a little confused, so Craig offered to explain everything to him on the way home. I wondered if it could be pulled off or not, but the thought of two peckers inside Meilin made me very horny indeed.

Later at home I sent a text to Craig. I was worried that Don wasn’t up to the challenge.

“Don’t worry mate,” he wrote back, “We’ve punted together for a year or more and he will deliver.”

“Sure of that?” I replied.

“Yep. He will step up. Take my word for it.”

I was still musing on the matter when Meilin walked in the door.

“Hi honey.”

She looked tired. Today she opened and closed the shop. I guessed it must also have been busy. Later we sat on the sofa watching our regular Chinese dating show. The curtains were still open and I could see the silhouette of Pam in the adjacent room. I was pretty sure she could see us too, the TV glow throwing a light across our bodies.

Meilin began to slump into me as my phone lit up silently. Pam had sent a text. As discreetly as I could, I scrolled to the page.

“I can see you two. How about some action!” she wrote.

“She’s tired.”

It’s true that Meilin’s eyes were closing but I also felt my dick hardening, knowing that Pam was watching us.

“Honey, honey,” I said gently.

Her head slid further down into my lap. I knew that she would be able to feel the rising in my pants as her head rested there. The phone lit up again.

“That looks promising.”

Meilin opened her eyes and smiled.

“You’re horny.”

Without further discussion I unzipped my pants and allowed my aroused member air to breath. Tired as she was, I knew Meilin would take the cue. She slowly flipped on her belly and began to vigorously fellate my cock, starting with long, slow strokes and gradually building to her usual machine-like pace.

“Nice work,” read the text, “Bitch has been sucking dick all day. She can’t get enough.”

“I’m rubbing my cunt now Steve.”

I felt incredibly excited at the contorted voyeurism that was my present moment, the mixture of the visual, the texts and the known invisible.

I was reaching climax when another text came in.

“I’ll suck you one day.”

As I blew, I threw my head back in a kind of ecstasy, my rod squirting its warm load on her receiving tongue. She didn’t release me until the last drop was spent. Then she slept.

So, this was the women I was set to betray again in a worse way than before. I contemplated calling off the whole ruse, of texting Craig then and there. Where would I ever find a women like this again if I was to lose her? What if the whole thing blew up?

But I didn’t send that text. A week later, on a morning when Meilin was set to open the shop again, when the manager would be elsewhere, I got a message from Craig.

“Going in soon. Don is really doing the part well.”

“Good luck.”

I waited anxiously for the next expected message. Fifteen minutes later, Craig sent a thumbs up.

“She has taken us together. Stand by for an mpeg.”

How this was going to turn out was anybody’s guess. Just because Don had got himself a seat in the room did not mean he was going anywhere else. But I knew how charming and wily Craig was. He would have made plans to try to pull it off and had other plans to head off objections. He was also very generous. Meilin would be well payed.

Meanwhile, as if this was not enough for one morning, Pam popped over with a camera and tripod.

“Today?” I said.

“Yep. The boys will be here in an hour.”

She went out to the patio and carefully set up the camera.

“Is there a plotline?” I asked flippantly.

“Nope. Just fuck, fuck and more fuck.”

“Oh come on now. What about this – two internet repair men…”

She cut me off by putting her hand over my mouth gently.

“No story. Just sex.” She paused. “Are you sure you won’t join us? You have a nice cock for the movies.”

“Not today. But I’ll have a look at the footage and maybe next time…”

After she left I paced about, my mind on what was or wasn’t taking place at ‘Sunflower’. Thirty minutes passed, then an hour. I had told Craig to message me upon finishing up, with some news.

In the Bahçeşehir travestiileri courtyard below, I heard deep voices and glancing out discreetly, saw two middle-aged truckies (blue singlet tops, beer guts, brown as berries) entering the front door of Pam’s apartment block.

“Surely not!” I said to myself.

A minute later I saw the same gentleman standing in Pam’s lounge.

“Where is that girl’s taste?”

I had little enough time to ponder my own question when a text came in. I rushed to open it, my heart beating faster.

“Mission accomplished bud. I’ll put a video together for you.”

“So it was good?”

“Yep. Fantastic. Don’s over the moon. We gave a big tip!”

I made a coffee and sat in a spot where I could see into Pam’s lounge area without giving myself away, though as for that, I knew that she couldn’t care less. There had been much talking and laughter and the clinking of glasses. Now and then I saw Pam checking a camera or moving a lamp. It seemed to take forever before anything actually happened.

Suddenly a burst of heavy rock started up on the stereo and I realized that we were getting under way. Pam appeared again in the open double doorway to her porch, this time stark naked. She had a great body, firm tits, a shapely bum and knockout looks. I could overlook the collection of tattoos she had plastered all over her skin in favour of her great figure. Her two suitors were both on a sofa, erections already set in motion. Viagra? I wondered.

Thereafter followed scenes that might have been staged by an over-zealous porn director. Pam dominated the whole shebang, like some deranged and horny ringmaster barking out commands.

“Fuck this pussy! Fill me up with your cock! Get your dick in my arse now bitch!” These were the kinds of things she was belting out, in between moaning, butt-slapping and general cursing. The men performed like marionettes, totally in her thrall, dominated by her fierce determination.

To be honest, it was not my cup of tea, though I was not going to tell her so. Later I returned her camera and instead told her that she was wonderful. She smiled and kissed me.

When Meilin came that evening in she was in a very happy mood. Given what I knew, she appeared lively and not at all tired.

“Good day honey?” I said, pecking her on the cheek.

“Yes darling. Good day. Very good tips.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, some customers very kind.”

I was looking forward to seeing just how kind these customers were. If it really was just a matter of money, then was there anything that she wouldn’t do?

A few days later Craig called me.

“Where is that mpeg?” I asked, sounding a little impatient.

“Steady on mate,” he replied, “It’s a big production.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. If you must know. We had three cameras going and it’s taking me a while to put something together,” he said.

“Three? Really? Where did you hide them?”

Craig explained that he already had two pager cameras which could be left anywhere in the room.

“I just tell the girl I’m on 24 hour call and that I need to see if they light up.”

“And the other?”

“Don bought a pair of sunglasses with a camera in the nose bridge. Pure genius if you ask me.”

Another week passed. Finally a text arrived with good news.

“Incoming. Enjoy.”

The extracted file was enormous — I reckoned that there might be an hour of video or more — and I promptly downloaded it to my computer and mobile. But before I could even watch the opening scene, Meilin came home from work and I had to dump the idea for the night. My sexual frustration was running on extreme but I couldn’t risk her finding out what I had. That would be a give-away.

The next morning I barricaded myself in the flat, shutting doors and windows and switching off my phone. I did not want to be got at. Alas it was not to be, for Pam began pounding on the door at 10 am and somehow she knew I was home.

“What’s up? Why didn’t you answer?” she blurted, pushing her way past me.

“Um, nothing really.”

But this girl could read me like a book.

“You watching porn?”

“Nooo,” I said flatly.

“I’ve got the video from my threesome. Do you wanna watch it?”

“Yeah. Great.”

Pam could tell that I was hiding something. After a relentless barrage of questions and guesses on her part, I finally gave in and told her all about Don and Craig and Meilin.

“What, you’ve done it again! Fuck man — you’re a bigger perv than me.”

I explained that it wasn’t my idea — except for the blind man bit.

“So, a threesome. I guess there’s some DP action.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t watched it yet.”

Pam plonked herself down in a chair by the computer screen. I realized that I was not going to get rid of her. She gave me a knowing wink and off we went.

“I have no idea how this went, so.”

“Shut up and play it,” she said with mock crossness.

This video did not disappoint. Here is what we saw.

Suzy (Meilin) travesti Bahçeşehir was finishing up Craig’s massage, the video cutting skillfully between the three cameras.

Craig flipped over and sat up. Meilin already knew what he was going to ask for.

“Full service?” she said cutely, kissing him on the cheek.

“69 honey. You on top.”

Meilin popped of her bra and panties and climbed on astride Craig.

“Oh it’s pencil dick again,” exclaimed Pam.

The video cut to the different cameras periodically, one looking side-on at the massage table, another long-on at the head of the table, and the other, Don’s sunnies, facing the reverse end. This meant one could get a very satisfying view of the 69.

Craig was munching on Meilin’s pussy, his face ducking and swaying as he went from pussy to arse with his tongue. All the while Meilin kept up a relentless blow job.

“Fuck Suzy,” he moaned, “That is so good.”

“What’s happening?” said Don, trying to sound genuinely puzzled.

“Don’t worry bud. Just having a little fun.”

“What about me? I’m just sitting here, bored!” grumbled Don.

Meilin looked up from her bj and regarded Don with a look of sorrow.

“Your friend is sad,” she said.

Craig made a reluctant show of sitting up and looking out of sorts. Then he leaned into Meilin and whispered something inaudible. She bristled slightly and shook her head. He leaned in again and this time she smiled, though not entirely convincingly.

“I can help you Don.”

“Help me. Well thank you,” he replied somewhat pitifully.

Pam snorted with laughter.

“Fuck. Who would believe these two? I mean seriously.”

“You’re a native speaker Pam. She can’t tell if the acting is woeful,” I said.

Craig and Meilin led Don to the table, undressed him and sat him up side-ways upon it. Craig sat next to him.

“It’s my shout buddy,” Craig said, putting a mock arm around his friend.

“Thank you. But what do I do now?” Don was playing the innocent card for all it was worth.

“Suzy is going to help us both.”

I have to say that Don’s glasses were a brilliant touch. It meant he could get fantastic POV shots of remarkably good quality. It also made close-ups possible, something the more remote cameras could not do.

Meilin pushed Don’s legs gently apart and began to kiss and lick his limp cock. It sprung almost immediately to attention, a smallish squat stump with a large mushroom head.

“Nice cock,” she said in a soft voice, “I like this fat top, like ice-cream.”

Don’s mushroom disappeared through her lips and she slowly began a rhythmic action, keeping eye contact all the while. It was a force of habit — she had forgotten that he was ‘unsighted’.

“Your balls cute,” she said, “Lots of cum for me, yes?”

“Yes, all for you,” Don puffed.

“You cum in my mouth honey.”

It struck both Pam and me that Meilin was trying to get an early exit with Don, such was her seductive sucking and wordplay.

“She’s never had a threesome so far as I know. So maybe she’s uncomfortable,” I said.

“Don’t blame her really,” Pam replied, having conveniently forgotten her own recent history.

But just at that moment Craig hopped off the table and began slapping Meilin’s butt.

“You keep sucking babe. I’ll come from behind.”

Being the gentleman always, he fetched his own condom, sheathed up and presented it for Meilin’s inspection.

“Good boy,” she said, widening her legs.

She continued sucking the ‘blind man’s’ dick as Craig maneuvered into position behind her, gradually sliding his dong inside her. Being a tallish man, this presented no difficulty.

“I’m fucking a pussy Don,” he said with mock malice.

“You fuck that,” crowed his friend.

Craig continued pounding her from behind, her firm breasts shaking from each impact. Every so often she would look up lovingly at Don, massaging his balls and whispering soft words.

“Enjoying his cock Suzy,” said Craig.

“Mmm,” murmured Meilin, “Sexy cock.”

A few minutes passed when Craig said,

“Don, you want some pussy action?”

It must have been clear to Meilin that the man she was blowing was not going to come any time soon. Standing, she found Craig embracing her, then kissing her long on the lips. Don slid unbidden onto the table and lay down.

“You get on top of him baby. Ride him out.”

Meilin turned and went for a condom, a look of mild displeasure on her face. She was out of her comfort zone. Returning, she slipped the franger on Don’s erection, before climbing on the table astride him. She began wriggling his oversized head into her twat.

“Come on baby, get it in there. The poor man’s desperate.”

From Don’s perspective, Meilin’s jugs were hanging like ripe fruit right in front of his face. He groped at them and squeezed them. Meilin struggled to get his mushroom into her lubed passage.

“My cock too big?” smirked Don.

“Maybe there’s more space in her bum?” replied Craig.

Meilin laughed a little nervously but remained perfectly in role.

“Big head makes me horny. Fuck now.”

With that she began riding him smoothly, building gradually to her characteristic high strokes, where the cock almost pops out before being thrust deep inside again. Her tits shook with the motion, driving the two men mad.

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