The Game Ch. 06

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Michelle casually circled Molee who had the dog chain dangling from her neck between her large breasts. Michelle traced a finger across her ass as she came behind her and began talking, "You see Molinda is a wonderful woman, with a wonderful life, a wonderful family, and a wonderful husband... Molee, however, has no such life. She isn't really even a person. You see Molee is my slave. She has agreed to completely give over her free will to me for the rest of this evening."

Michelle paused for dramatic effect as she traced her finger up and down Molee's side and continued to slowly circle her. "You see Molee is my property. Don't think of her any more of a person of choice than you would my car or my house. She is mine for tonight. You see Molinda has been shaped by her parents, society, her husband, and others to believe in certain moral convictions about what is appropriate behavior. Molee has no such compunction. She exists only to serve me. She will do whatever I ask and she has willingly agreed to do anything I ask of her. So in a sense Molee is the more free than Molinda. By giving herself completely to my whims, she is no longer bound by the "rules" of society."

Michelle paused again and now ran her finger slowly around Molee's right nipple as she spoke. I could see Molee shivering as her nipple began to ripen before us. Michelle took the protruding nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently. Molee drew in breath sharply and trembled as Michelle held her on the delicate line between pleasure and pain.

"You see, her body is mine. Her will is to do only as I wish. And because we are all such special friends, I have decided to share her fantasy with all of you. She belongs to me, but I may allow each of you to use her just as I might loan you a sweater. But each of you must agree to certain ground rules..."

Once again she paused and we were all leaning forward in our seats in anticipation.

"Now Rachel and Tim have already agreed to my ground rules so I am quite certain there will be no problems there, but Sara and Ron need to be on board with this plan. I am sure it won't be a problem, but for the sake of clarity: Rule #1: Molee is my property and I decide if anything you ask of her is not acceptable. Rule #2: If I say 'Yes', Molee does what is asked of her. If I say 'No' she does not. Rule #3: You may use her for fun, but you are also part of her fantasy so you must be willing to let her fulfill whatever instruction she receives. So is everyone game?"

Ron immediately said, "Hell yes."

I stared at him wide eyes and then to Rachel who was nodding herself. I was torn as all eyes turned to me. I took a deep breath and said, "I think we need to talk."

I marched inside with Michelle following me. Rachel was shocked and surprised by my response but did not follow. When we got inside I turned to Michelle, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Her smile wavered and said, "What's wrong Sara? I thought you of all people would love this."

"I might if my niece was not sitting out there." I spat back.

"Jesus, I already talked to her and she was game for this." Michelle responded.

"Really? Did you tell her about your rules? Did you explain to her how insane this might get?" I huffed. "Who the hell is this Molee or whatever the fuck her name is anyway?" I asked with displaced anger.

Michelle met my anger with her own. "Hold on there bitch. Don't go holier than though on me now. I have seen you fulfill your fantasies. I've seen you fucked, sucked, and put away wet. So don't turn holy roller on me. Molinda is a nice woman; she just never gets her fantasies fulfilled because she holds back. Now she doesn't have to. It's just a fantasy for God's sake. I may push her way over her limits tonight, but I'm not going to drink her blood. And where do you get off criticizing me? So what if Rachel is here. I talked to her and she is okay with this; quite frankly I am surprised that you are not."

"Well hell yes I would be for this. It's an awesome fantasy and quite frankly I am turned on by it. I'm not forgetting who I am or what I have done, but Jesus Michelle Rachel's just a..."

Michelle smiled as I caught myself. "A what Sara? Kid?" she asked. "You may want to take a look at her sometime. She may not be your age, but she is NOT a kid. She wants to be part of this. She could have said 'no' and that's why I talked to her before hand so she could if she wanted to. She says she wants to experience this. She may not like it. She may be grossed out or turned off. She may love it. Either way its her experience and her decision. Why are you so afraid of letting the girl go? We all had first times that we loved and first times that we didn't. This just may be one of hers. Either way it will be an experience she will remember forever. I think you are the one with the problem. Not her."

We stared at each other. I was emotionally rung out, but could not think of anything to say to counter Michelle. Suddenly we heard the door open and turned to see Rachel standing there with an uncertain smile on her face. "Everything OK here?" she asked.

Michelle turned to her and let her anger go. "Everything is fine dear. Sara is just deciding if Molee and I are staying or going. I am not sure she is ready for tonight."

With that Michelle left me standing alone in Ron's basement. Rachel came tentatively forward and said, "Hey Aunt Sara. Are you OK?"

I turned to her confused. I had half expected her to go off on me about treating her like a kid again. I was glad she had not overheard our conversation. I turned toward her and saw a young vibrant beautiful woman staring back at me. "When the hell did she grow up?" I wondered to myself.

She came over to me and put an arm around my shoulder, "Hey its cool. We can jet if you want to."

Now I was confused. Was she having second thoughts? I asked her, "Do you want to?"

"Not really, but I am not going to stay here if what Michelle is proposing offends you."

Understanding dawned on me. She thought I was offended by Michelle and Molee's proposal. I laughed out loud in spite of myself. My niece was protecting me. I laughed harder until tears streamed down my face.

Rachel was obviously confused and when I finally had gained control over myself turned to her and said, "You are so sweet. I am not offended hun; I was concerned for you."

Now it was her turn to look confused. "Why?" she asked.

"Well do you have any idea what may go on here tonight?" I asked her.

"Well duh," she replied. "I am not a complete idiot. I am sure Molee will probably get laid. So what's the big deal? So I see a girl get laid? It might be cool. Besides I am curious as to what Michelle will make her do."

I stared at Rachel. She was so wise and so dense at the same time. "Yeah and what if Michelle decides that she wants Molee to suck on your tits or finger fuck you? You heard Rule #3: We must let her fulfill her instructions."

Rachel went pale. She clearly had not thought this through. She stuttered, "I just thought that meant that we could not interfere with her. I never..." Her voice trailed off as realization dawned on her.

"Now do you get it," I asked. "You have agreed basically to be Michelle's slave also. Do you really want to do that? Are you really game for THAT?"

Rachel could not speak. She shivered with an emotion I could not identify.

Her eyes met mine and she said, "So you would do it if I wasn't here?"

I paused and said truthfully, "Yes. I probably would, but that doesn't mean you have to."

"I know, but..." Her words trailed off again until, "Would Michelle make me do something I really didn't want to?"

"No. Michelle would not do that, but she has a tendency to make people want to do things they would never want to do on their own. When you wake up tomorrow, no one can undo what happens tonight." I replied honestly.

Rachel said, "Okay."

"Okay what?" I countered.

"Okay I'll stay," she said firmer this time.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Not really," she replied, "but what the fuck. I mean I am not going to die or anything. I mean at least I'll know."

"Know what," I asked.

"I'll know what tonight would be like. I mean if we leave it's not like I won't wonder, like every day for ever." With that she giggled and I knew her mind was made up.

I smiled at her and said, "Buckle your seatbelt little girl. This is a wild ride." I was still nervous, but I knew I had to let go.

******

When we returned to the patio, Molee still stood silently in place. All eyes turned to Rachel and I. We walked together out across the concrete terrace. Michelle watched us as we walked toward them. We reached Molee and I looked her over again. She was gorgeous and slutty in a way that I envied.

Rachel seemed entranced by her ability to stand so calmly in front of us dressed so provocatively.

"Well?" Michelle asked us.

Rachel said nothing so I said, "Well I think the first thing I would like your slave to do is make me a fresh drink."

Michelle grinned at me and everything was right between us. She came to me and we hugged and I whispered, "I'm sorry."

"No worries love." She said in my ear.

When we parted she turned to Molee. "Well you heard her slut. Go get us all drinks." And then she spanked Molee lightly on the ass.

Molee abruptly snapped to attention and said a curt, "Yes Ma'm" and walked inside. Rachel watched her go mesmerized by the evening's events.

"She's pretty isn't she?" Michelle asked Rachel who immediately blushed.

"Yeah." Was all she said.

Molee returned two minutes later and handed me my drink. "Is there anything else?" she asked obediently.

Michelle turned to all of us as if asking who would be the first to make a request of her new property. For a moment we all just fidgeted nervously which made Michelle laugh. None of us were used to having a bona fide slave at our disposal, and we were not sure what to do next.

Molee for her part shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other.

To my surprise it was Ron who spoke next. "I think it would be fun to watch your slave dance for us."

Molee bit her lower lip nervously at his words.

"I think that is a great idea Ron," Michelle said.

Ron pulled a remote from his pocket and pushed a few buttons. Within seconds the outside speakers came alive with the throbbing bass of dance music. With a few more button touches he brought the outside lights up and the effect was incredible. With a sudden change in lighting from soft to brighter and the addition of music he had effectively turned the pool area into a dance floor.

The addition of the remote lights and sound system was new from the last time I had been on the pool patio, and I wondered what his intent in installing them had been. I made a mental note to ask him.

Rachel began clapping in time to the music as everyone moved to take a seat in front of Molee. The woman was obviously nervous, but she began to sway her hips in time to the music. Ron sipped his drink and grinned with Tim. Michelle clapped with Rachel and I.

As the music got going, Molee relaxed some and began dancing more in the spirit of the evening. She swayed her hips seductively and raised her arms above her head in time with the music pushing her more than ample breasts even tighter against her blouse. Her nipples showed through her shirt even more in the bright lights.

Her arousal was noticed by all and now Tim and Ron were high-fiving like the over-aged adolescents all men became when a sexy woman is around. Tim came forward and did a ridiculous little dance up to her and handed her a one dollar bill which she accepted by tucking it in the waist of her tight mini-skirt.

She then whirled around and the centrifugal force pushed her skirt out to reveal her black satin thong underwear which was so sexy when contrasted with the creamy white moon of her ass.

The boys hooted an hollered which only inspired Molee further.

"Take it off," Tim yelled.

Molee stumbled slightly not knowing if this was a serious request. Michelle gave her no doubt when she said, "Yes take it off for us."

Rachel was now mesmerized as Molee slowly stripped out of her shirt, pulling it above her head allowing her large full breasts to fall free. She continued to dance albeit somewhat more nervously. She then unzipped the skirt down the side slowly; teasing the boys who had their tongues almost to the floor.

I noticed both Ron and Tim looked like they had a tent pole in their pants. Rachel fidgeted nervously as if she were imagining what she would feel like up there dancing. I remember the night in the bar and smiled inwardly.

When her skirt hit the concrete and she stood before us in nothing but her thong, she was perhaps the most sensuous looking person I had ever seen. I knew the courage she must have in order to strip naked in front of strangers. But this was just he beginning for her if she would go through with Michelle's evening and we all knew it.

"Lap Dance", Ron called holding a ten dollar bill over his head.

Molee was now much more in the spirit of the night having overcome her initial embarrassment or uncertainty of being topless in front of us. She danced over to Ron and shook her thong covered ass inches from his face. Then she backed up until she briefly made contact with his chin as if giving him a kiss with her butt. Rachel, Michelle and I laughed.

Then she turned to face him and straddled his crotch. She ground her pussy into his hard on. She was both gentle and rough, and there was no doubt that Ron loved it. He dry humped her pussy a couple of times before she pressed her ample tits into his face and hugged him closely cutting off all oxygen to him. She then stood up and took his ten dollar bill and continued dancing.

Ron was smiling ear to ear and the tent in his pants was impressive. Rachel giggled seeing his thick cock outlined in his shorts. Molee continued to dance in her undies shaking her tits to the hooting men.

"Full Monty", Tim yelled waving another ten dollar bill in front of her.

Molee blushed again, but seemed less uncertain this time. She slowly turned away from us and bent over slightly and slowly peeled her thong underwear down over her curvaceous hips exposing her ass to all of us. She continued slowly sliding them down her legs and gracefully stepped out of them leaving the small back fabric on the concrete at her feet.

She was now completely nude and seductively turned to us, but used her right hand to cover her pussy. She danced naked, but not naked. She was completely nude except for that one area covered with only her hand. The effect was a mind bending tease for the men (and women). She artfully managed to dance like this allowing only small glimpses of dark brown pubic hair as she swayed her hips. When her back was to us giving us a spectacular view of her perfect ass, she would slide her hand away and caress her hips, only to slide it back in place just before her beautiful pussy could be seen as she turned back to us.

This woman was hot and sexy as hell. I found myself biting my bottom lip in anticipation remembering my own striptease in St. Louis. But I could not hold a candle to this woman. She was amazing. I knew I would look like an uncertain teenager if I danced next to her.

The boys were silently watching now totally enthralled by the sensuality of this woman. Michelle's breathing was harder now as she watched, and Rachel was by far the most intrigued. Her eyes were affixed to Molee and her mouth hung slightly open as if she were entranced. I don't think a nuclear detonation would have distracted her attention.

Molee danced closer to us now still holding her hand over her sex as she swayed her sensual hips. She came to Michelle, her puppet master, as if looking for approval. She slowly turned in front of us. Michelle sat between Rachel and I, the guys were two seats to my left, and in this moment were no longer the focus of Molee's intense attention.

She turned slowly for Michelle now less than a foot away. Michelle put her hand gently on her ass cheek and then suddenly gave her a quick spank. Molee inhaled deeply with the resounding "smack" that brought a light outline of Michelle's hand on her right ass cheek.

"Good Slave," Michelle said playing her role well.

Molee continued to turn and Michelle took her right hand in her own finally exposing her slave to us completely. Her pussy was trimmed neatly and the anticipation of finally seeing her in all her glory made the experience even more sensual.

Michelle then took Molee's left hand and stood up facing her holding both her hands. Michelle began to dance seductively with her naked slave and their eyes locked on each other. The effect was to make the rest of us feel as if we were watching a sport. To the two of them we did not even exist.

They danced slowly and Michelle drew her closer. Never touching but they were so close. So close. They danced together slowly now; hips moving in time. Michelle stood off center so that her right leg was between Molee's legs and Molee's right leg was between hers. They moved closer until their upper thighs grazed each other's pelvis. Molee shivered at the sensation of Michelle's leg touching her most intimate flesh.

And then Michelle stepped back. The moment ended abruptly leaving every one of us wanting more. None more so than Molee who groaned with desire as she stepped backwards and sat down between Rachel and I once again. Michelle was a master of eroticism.

Molee stood naked before us now, shivering with desire. Her nipples erect on milky white breasts that were not accustomed to seeing sunlight. Michelle sipped her drink and said, "Continue dancing slave. No one told you to stop. Dance for Sara."

Molee then moved in front of me. I smiled at her taking every inch of her perfect body in. Her hips swayed for me and she then climbed on top of me much like she had done to Ron. Lacking a cock to grind against, she urgently ground herself on my pelvis. Her breasts were in my face and unconsciously I licked her nipples. I was lost in my own desire and powerful sexual feelings.

The "dance" between us lasted a minute or two and then she stood up. She was flushed and so was I. Tim and Ron applauded and whistled for us. Molee laughed nervously, as the reality of what she was doing came back to her. And then she moved to Tim.

Tim was by far the most aggressive with her as she straddled his crotch to give him a turn at a lap dance. He ground his cock into her with urgent thrusts as he "dry fucked" her through his shorts. His cock was straining at the materials and Rachel was enthralled by it once again.

And then she climbed off of him as one song melded into another through Ron's stereo system. Next she moved to Rachel who was nervously chewing her bottom lip. Molee sensed her hesitation, and I knew Rachel had never been this close to a naked woman.

Molee danced for her without touching her at first enjoying Rachel's discomfort. It was as if Rachel's uncertainty only emboldened Molee. She was smiling now really playing up her role of the party stripper.

She put her right leg on the arm rest of Rachel's chair giving Rachel a up close and personal view of her pussy that none of the rest of us had enjoyed. Rachel's eyes locked on her sex in wanton curiosity.

Then Molee straddled her. She took Rachel's hands and placed them around her until they rested on her ass cheeks. I could see Rachel gently squeezing the soft flesh of her ass as Molee slowly rocked her pussy on Rachel's pelvis. Their breasts were pushed tightly together until Molee leaned back pushing her pussy harder into Rachel. She arched her back pushing her large breasts out further and would have fallen if not for Rachel's hands on her ass. Then she reached forward with her own hands and placed them on Rachel's shoulders. She bounced gently up and down on Rachel's lap as if fucking an imaginary cock, and then let her hands slowly wander down across Rachel's breasts. Rachel could not stop her. If she let go of her ass, Molee would fall.