All the way

Mel's apprehension melted away and was replaced by pure lust. This is what she wanted. This was what she'd always wanted. She had simply denied to herself that she wanted to be Faith's submissive little slut. If Faith wanted to show her off and share her then so be it.

"Isn't it hot how Scott can't do anything about this? You're mine. Give yourself to me," Faith continued. She was rubbing her thighs together, trying as hard as she could not to finger herself openly. Leave that to the slut. She had to show that she was in charge.

"Yes Mistress," Mel said, taking the initiative to address Faith correctly. She realized that it _was_ hot, watching Scott blend into the crowd. He was just another member of her audience enjoying the show, and she loved that. She loved that Faith was in charge. She fingered herself in earnest now, doing far more than putting on a show. She couldn't help herself.

Faith felt like she was in a trance of lust, like all of her dreams were coming true. She stood behind the masturbating Mel, put her hands on the woman's shoulders, and leaned her back for a kiss. There was no resistance to her tongue parting Mel's puffy lips. One of the men in the room cheered, his lesbian fantasies were playing out before him.

Faith scanned the room, grinning, too lost in her own power to be embarrassed. Scott had seen it before so he wasn't phased, but most of the men in the room seemed to have enjoyed it nearly as much as Faith had. One of the women, older, with her arms crossed over her suit jacket, scowled like she didn't approve.

"What's wrong, Babe, don't you think women kissing is hot?" Faith held Mel's face in her hands, squeezing her lips into a kissy face. "I don't care how straight you think you are, isn't this body sexy enough to get passed that?" With her words, once again a change came over Melissa, but this one was imperceptible, even if the ring had allowed it witnessing the changes. Melissa couldn't get much hotter, physically, but she started to gain an effect on anyone who wouldn't normally be attracted to her. No one could deny how sexy she is.

"Well whatever, go ahead and sample the stuff. See how well it holds up when you fuck the Hell out of her." Faith waved the audience over, giving her friend to the wolves. And Mel wouldn't have it any other way.

They came in a hurry, as if they had been just waiting for permission. Mel positioned herself so that her pussy was available. One guy who had been seated farthest away made it to her fastest. He was an older guy, but apparently spry. Or maybe he was just most motivated. He pulled off his pants in one go, not caring about his belt. His cock was fully erect and probably had been for this entire meeting. He plunged it into Mel's pussy, fully dedicated to the pursuit, though his eyes never left her tits. He whispered, "thank you" when he came less than a minute later.

The other men followed suit. They hadn't so much lined up as clumped up so they could watch the show, and most were feeling themselves either through their suits or in the open. One woman, who Faith suspected had been a model a decade ago and worked her way up the corporate ladder of whatever company she represented (at this point Faith didn't care who they were or who they represented), had a conveniently short skirt. She had it hiked up and her panties were pulled aside, her fingers going to work on her clit. She looked confused to be there, but no less excited to get her turn. Faith patted the table behind Mel. "Mel, turn over. You, get up here," Faith commanded, positioning Mel so that one of the men was doing her doggy while she ate the woman in the skirt out.

"Yeah, I heard you were a fucking whore," the current guy said, pounding at her pussy. "I heard you got passed around the office. I wasn't gonna invest in a company led by a man that would let his wife do this, but with a pussy this good we'll see." He looked at Faith when he said that last part, as if issuing her a challenge.

"I guess it's all on you. You can do better than that, can't you Slut?" Faith gave a good slap to the blonde's perfect ass. The moment she did, Mel began pitoning her ass backward against the man's cock, matching his rhythm perfectly. The man's head rolled back in a state of bliss, looking like his soul was being sucked out through his dick. He came pretty quickly.

The next man stepped up but seemed a little nervous. He was just staring at the pussy in front of him until the older guy who had boldly made it to Mel first and had just been talking with nervous guy said, "Just ask!"

"Umm, miss, would you mind if I put it in here?" the nervous guy said to Mel. He poked her butthole timidly to indicate what he was talking about, since Melissa was still face down in the woman's pussy.

Mel almost lifted her head to answer, but Faith put her hand on her head and held her down. Faith said "of course you can." The man slowly worked his penis into the cleaner hole, which didn't resist him much at all.

A groan came from the group and Faith looked up to see Scott stroking his own cock, deeply aroused. "Are you about to cum?" Faith mocked. Scott nodded and shot his cum onto the floor in front of him, narrowly missing another woman's shoe. "What a loser. You literally _can't_ fuck your wife because you're too busy getting off watching other people do it." She grins, feeling a sick satisfaction.