For Mel C

Unknown Number (Whatsapp): ‘Hey J. I’m Rick here. Just want to ask if you know Mel, the blogger.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘Mel? Yeah I know her. How did you get my number?’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Ah. Don’t bother about how I got your number. You free tonight?’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘I’m working. On most nights.’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Oh! In that cafe right? Tell me the address, I’ll bring a surprise for you.’
Me (Whatsapp): ‘Postal code 428XXX’
Rick (Whatsapp): ‘Alrighty bro. I’ll be there past midnight. I’ll text you to make sure it’s empty before going up.’

Apart from being distracted by what we spoke about earlier, time passed pretty quickly for a Monday night. There wasn’t many people and I was done closing the shop at about 12am. Rick had been messaging me since he found out the shop was empty and at 12.30am, the glass door pulled opened to a familiar girl in a sports jacket and a guy following closely behind her.

Me (confused frown): ‘Mel?’
Rick: ‘You recognise her? (Talking to Mel) You didn’t tell me you are in contact with him.. now things are going to get interesting.’

A whisper from Rick into her ears, her jacket unzipped and a collar with chains leading down to a set of nipple claims showed themselves. That darting eyes on her face, fists opening and rubbing and closing themselves, the quick blinking, I had no idea if she was unwilling or just glad that it was me.

For a start, Mel and I are perfectly normal friends. We spoke about what we write, thought I never understood the motivation of her stories. Bluntly put it, I wasn’t that much into her level of BDSM. But now, she’s right in front of me, quiet and looking somewhat confident of herself. She knew me from my stories, mostly sweet and nice. I wouldn’t be able to do half of what her friends (or enemies) did to her on her blog.

Rick: ‘Stap, don’t be shy. Tell her what to do.’
Me: ‘I don’t know.. I’m not really into that kind of torture.’

Another whisper sent Mel in my direction and I exited the bar. No matter if she had staged this or was forced to do, I had to say something I would prefer not to say – I am easy. To get her out of this mess, I probably just have to cum, I guess?

Mel went over to the sofa in the middle of the cafe and Rick took a seat at the bar. The first thing I did when I went over to her was to ask if she was alright. That few seconds made Rick to shout to her, clearly not wanting her to think that I deserved any less than what she was made to do in her stories.

Rick (shouting): ‘Mel! Shut up and remove your skirt.’

Her tanned skin did not suit her in a skirt, but she had to wear it for obvious reasons. It was easy to remove. She bared her pantyless bottoms and sat on the couch, waiting for me to start.

Rick: ‘Stap, just do anything you want man.’
Me: ‘Can I just let her do anything she wants?’

He spurted a phrase ‘you can try!’ between his laughters and I turned my gaze back to Mel. She gave me a tilted head look and proceeded to remove my jeans, where I had problems getting it up given how much respect I had for her.

Right then, Rick came over and flung my hand over the chains on her nipples. I yanked on it accidentally and a scream echoed in the quiet cafe. Only then, did I feel a reaction below. Am I.. no. I shouldn’t be. I tugged at the metallic chains once again and the pitiful adjustments of her body trying to reduce the pain slowly got the better of me.

Without much contact, my dick had hardened into rock upon seeing this Medusa. I grabbed her hair and guided her mouth to my cock, which I was sure was reeking of perspiration from the day’s work. Pushing her head before her mouth opened, I swung a slap across her face for being slow.

Me: ‘I’ll try to hold back k?’

Before I knew it, my hands had been holding her deepthroat over my dick for five seconds. It was nothing less than heavenly. This athletic girl whom most guys would not be able handle was in my control. It was indeed, power given to someone who never had the chance of domination. Soon, she was choking as I slammed my groin in her face, splashing saliva all over as she tried to keep up.

Rick: ‘Bro, not going to fuck her ah?’

‘Fuck’ huh? In this case, love-making or sex would totally not fit this occasion. I picked up the clanging chains and led her behind the bar, where a chest freezer filled with ice was opened.

A strong push bent her chest over the bags of ice and resistance was immediate. I kept my force on her back and her nipples became the only contact on the ice.

Mel (shivering): ‘J.. it’s really cold. It hurts.’

Just as I was about to loosen my grip, something caught my eyes. It was an ice cube tray in the corner where sticks of ice were in, frozen for use in tall glasses. Best of all, I remembered a size that would fit her well.

Taking an ice cube, I ran it down her back till she gave in and left her body hovering the freezer. Splitting the covers of the tray quickly, I took a stick about thick fingers thick, rinsing it to smoothen the edges.

Rick: ‘Nice one.. ‘
Mel: ‘What is nai.. ‘

I had positioned the tip of the popsicle-dildo at her pussy and ran it along her slit a few times.

Me: ‘You have faced a cold hot dog before right? This shouldn’t be worse.’

A cold hot dog IS the opposite of a frozen ice stick. Her body stiffened and I could sense more strength in her. As soon as the first inch poke into her pussy, I pulled it out.

Me: ‘Mel.. I’m sorry for doing this.’
Mel: ‘It’s okay.. I know you didn’t.. ‘

A high pitched scream interrupted her sentence as I slipped the dildo into her ass. It was wet and totally harmless. I just sank it as deep as I could till it was being forced out by her innards.

Mel (screaming): ‘Fuckk!’

A brief brush along her slit told me how wet she had gotten and I shoved my dick right into her pussy. Using my belly to hold the dildo in place, both rods, hot and cold was sinking into her repeatedly. Inside her, I could feel the cold upper walls and warm underside. She had embraced the freezer in her body at that moment.

Mist started pouring out as her body got warmer, jerking the freezer as I rear-ended her. Of course the dildo would get smaller, and that was what I wanted her to do – melt the ice.

Going for almost three minutes, it was long enough to change our positions. I pulled out of her and kept my index finger in her dripping ass, giving her a genuine command from my heart.

Me: ‘I don’t want to see any stains on the bags of ice. Hold it in.’

Her anus tightened and I turned her around, lifting her to sit on the ice bags. Her hands clenched my arms tightly to express the pain but what was I supposed to do? Let her off?

She opened her legs and held my dick gently, pointing it in her direction as I stepped forward. Her arms went around me in an attempt to lift herself off the ice bags, but I wasn’t going to move.

Me: ‘Let go of me.’

Mel had no choice but to lean back on her hands, which were having difficulty finding a less cold spot to hold. By the time I was at my full speed, the ice had melted a little and causing her to slide. Time to change places.

Me: ‘Hug me.’

She jumped into my arms and I checked if she had leaked. So far so good. The lid was put back on and I brought her back to the couch. This time, I wanted a royal treatment. She went on her knees and crawled between my legs, sucking me autonomously without saying anything. The only sounds I could hear was the melting dildo, and her slopping blowjob.

Lightly, I placed my palm on her cheeks and brushed them. Mel.. who would have imagined a girl like you.. sink to such deep ends that you have probably lost yourself. The slim figure, on her fours, sucking on a friend that she knew wasn’t into BDSM but ended up making him like it more. My impression of her had not changed though, but the photos that Rick had been snapping secretly.. I knew I could make use of them.

Me: ‘Hey Mel.. ‘

I got on my feet and went behind her, sinking my erection right back at her cold, wet pussy. The dildo had melted and had unintentionally soaked her with the coldness. It was just a matter of time before I was done.

Just as I embarked on the final lap, I held her ponytail and rammed with all the energy I am left with.

Me: ‘Fuck! I’m cumming Mel!’
Mel (pleading): ‘Inside me please.. all of it!’
Me: ‘Arghh.. ‘

In an attempt to make her realise she doesn’t get what she wanted even with me, I felt her pussy clamped my dick really tightly, as though preparing to hold in the load I was about to unleash.

Instead, I pulled out and sprayed it over her legs, where huge blobs of it just stay stuck on her calves and thighs, some of it forming sticky strands behind her knees.

Mel: ‘Whattt?’

I got up and went to my clothes, biting my lips in satisfaction. I needed to see her expressions when she realised why I picked her legs to cum on. Mel got herself up too and went to her clothes, forbidden by me to wash anywhere clean. As she pulled her skirt up her legs, the cum smeared themselves all over, leaving obvious white substance no one would miss.

On top of that, the length of her skirt and the amount of skin exposed on her legs, eyes would gather there.

Mel: ‘Shit. You really.. ‘

Rick kept tapping on his phone as he went ahead of her, causing my phone to keep buzzing to the influx of pictures.

Rick (shouting): ‘Thanks bro! (Talking to Mel) Aren’t you going to say goodbye?’
Mel (shouting): ‘See you soon J.’

Deed done, no mess. An old friend met. Not too bad to start the week off.

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