|
Master Wade 101
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
THIS IS A REPOST OF A PIECE FROM THE ARCHIVES. IT WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME, AND I AM POSTING IT AS A CESY TO THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE PKZIP. I WILL IGNORE ALL REQUESTS, BLAH... BLAH...
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY ARE, AND TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEM. IF YOU ARE LY OFFENDED, STOP READING THIS GROUP, AND GET A LIFE.
--OH YEAH- > ALL YOU UNDERAGE FOLKS-- STOP READING NOW!
++ MrWade101 ++
MRWADE.101 BY MASTER WADE
A Letter From Carolyn
Part Three
Things went pretty well for a while, with Madley making good use
of me on Tuesday and Friday nights. I really wanted three nights,
and was thinking about asking Madley about it, but I wasn't sure what
excuse I could come up with for being away from home that many nights
each week.
My preoccupation with cock was beginning to carry over into the
rest of my life now, and I suppose the fact that I was letting so
many strange men fuck me made me more careless. I started being very
free in exposing myself to strange men and women in public, and
finding myself turned on by the most insignificant things. In
addition to slutting for Madley twice a week I was fucking Jim more
often now and masturbating more often as well. I guess the change in
me didn't go as un-noticed as I thought, because pretty soon Jim grew
suspicious enough that he followed me to Madley's on a Friday night.
I suppose it is just as well that he caught me, although it
would have been better for him if he hadn't seen what he saw that
night in Madley's garage. Any other time would have been bad enough,
but this just happened to be the first time that Madley had invited
more than one other man to share me, and on top of that it was
several of Raiford's black friends.
Well, Jim may have thought he was prepared for the worst when he
followed me that night, but I'm sure the sight of me eagerly fucking
four men, three of them black, was more than he bargained for. He
wasn't even able to talk with me about it, but just threw my clothes
out in the front yard, where I found them when I returned home that
night. He stuck a note to the locked front door that said, "I saw
you at Madley's tonight. Don't come back."
I should have expected something like that to happen, but
honestly, I didn't. I guess I thought I could keep up my little game
forever without him finding out. At any rate, I slept in the car
that night, afraid to try calling Jim and unsure if Madley would
welcome my return. The next day I went to the garage to talk to
Madley about it.
"I live with my mother," he said, upon hearing of my
predicament, "I don't know how I can help you. Looks like you'd
better get a job and find an apartment somewhere."
"But Madley, I could help your mother out alot around the house,
and just think how often we could be together if I lived with you."
"Look, maybe you don't want to hear what I'm about to say to
you, but you had better listen just the same," he said, taking me
firmly by the shoulders. "I don't want to be married, or to live
with anyone. I especially don't need a hot pussied little slut
following me around all the time. You're a good lay, no question
about that. And I get off on watching you take cock too. But that
doesn't mean that you can just come horn your way into my life. You
came to me, begging for me to use your hot little holes, and I think
I've done that for you. But thats all you get with me, thats all,
period!"
The tears came uncontrollably, although I knew what his response
would be, and knew how he felt about me. The truth was that I didn't
want to be married to a man like him either. But I couldn't face not
having him provide the things I needed sexually either. I had
girlfriends, of course, but somehow I couldn't face the possibility
of them finding out about Madley any more than I had wanted to face
Jim finding out.
Madley held me closely to him. I know he didn't love me, but he
did seem to feel at least a bit sorry for me in my situation.
"Look, when Raiford comes in I'll talk to him about it. Maybe he
knows somewhere you can stay for a while. But other than that, I
don't know what I can do for you that I'm not already doing."
I was grateful that he had at least listened and seemed to
care. I had enough money for a few nights in a motel, so I went to
one nearby and checked in. Later, after having taken a long bath and
changing clothes, I returned to the station to see if he and Raiford
had come up with any new ideas.
Raiford lived about ten miles away, just on the outskirts of
town. He did have a building on his land that I could stay in for a
while, Madley said, and if I would come back later on that evening,
Raiford would help me get settled in.
I returned later in the day, as requested, and Raiford showed me
the accomodations he could offer. It was a real dump, to be honest,
but it was free and I was in no position to complain. It was an old
wooden shack that had at one time been used for the storage of farm
implements, and more recently had been used by Raiford's brother when
he was unemployed. There was an old bed in the center of the one
room, a salvage-store quality dresser against one wall and a frosted
old mirror above it. I piled my things against the far wall and
thanked Raiford for his kindness.
That night I discovered that Raiford wasn't offering the
building quite as freely as I had thought at first. He made it clear
that I was to fuck him in exchange for letting me stay there, and
that he would decide how often I had to make payment. Well, it
wasn't like I hadn't fucked him before, and I figured he'd get tired
of me long before I got tired of fucking him anyway. Lots of men
talk a good game when it comes to fucking, but not many can stick
with it, not with a horny little slut like me anyway.
Actually, my new lodgings proved to be pretty convenient.
Madley started coming out to Raiford's rather than making me meet him
at the station, and we had much more privacy than before. Raiford
was unmarried also, so there was little chance of anyone complaining
about our activities. Between Raiford and Madley and the occasional
friends that they brought along I stayed pretty busy, enough so that
it took my mind off the squalor of my surroundings.
I had been living at Raiford's for about a month when there
suddenly seemed to be a change in attitude in the two men. Neither
of them fucked me alone anymore, only choosing to use me when they
could both do it together, and sometimes for weeks at a time they
would always have one or two other men along with them. I didn't
mind the group fucks, in fact they excited me. But there was
something strange about the changes taking place, and I wasn't sure
what it was.
Then one night, completely out of character, Raiford said he and
Madley were taking me to a cock fight. Well, they never took me
anywhere, much less to something like that, which I knew was
predominantly a male oriented activity. Still, I looked forward to
getting out and doing something different, and had never been to a
cock fight. It sounded like it might be interesting.
Not knowing how they expected me to dress I slid on a pair of
bluejeans and a plaid shirt, not figuring a cock fight to be a dress
up occasion. Madley was very displeased when he saw me in the jeans,
and made me change into a dress, complete with high heels and hose. I
figured he or Raiford one wanted to play with me on the way to the
fight or something, and thats always fine with me.
I attracted at least as much attention at the cock fight as the
fighting cocks did, even from the minute we arrived. As I had
expected, it was a totally male gathering, and my presence, dressed
as if I was going to church, was especially noticable. But, being no
stranger to being looked at and lusted over, I took it all in stride
and found myself getting caught up in the action in the ring. The
liquor flowed freely and perhaps helped me loosen up a bit as well.
Everyone seemed to be having a marvelous time.
Finally, a champion was declared and the fight appeared to be
over. I was prepared to leave when Madley walked into the center of
the roped-off ring area and called for quiet. He motioned for me to
join him in the limelight, which I did, somewhat reluctantly.
"This here's Carolyn. She's what ole Raiford and I call our
little white trash slut. There ain't never been a woman in this
county that takes to fuckin like this one does, and I want you boys
to have some fun with her before you go home."
I began to protest, trying to talk Madley into telling them it
was all a joke and that he wasn't serious. But it was obvious he was
deadly serious and that all the pleading in the world wouldn't make
any difference. It was also obvious that the old barn was full of
twenty or thirty men who were suddenly in no hurry to leave. I
looked over at Raiford with pleading eyes, but the glimmer in his eye
and the big smile on his face told me there was no rescue forthcoming
from that quarter either.
"Now boys, she may be a tad reluctant at first, cause she ain't
never fucked more than five or six at a crack. But don't you let
that slow you up any, cause I promise ya that she can take everything
you can give her, and that she'll warm to the task in just a bit.
There ain't a hole on her that can't be fucked, so don't hold back
any with her. Just take her any way ya please, but do be kind to
each other while you're at it."
Having made his speech, Madley took hold of the bodice of the
pretty pink dress and tore it down the front, stripping me of it and
leaving me clad only in the garter belt, stockings and high heels
under it. The men whistled and started closing in around me.
Frightened, I covered my breasts with one arm and my crotch with my
free hand, but in no time there were men pulling my arms away from my
body and lowering me to the straw-strewn floor of the barn.
Looking back on it, I would like to be able to say that I fought
them the entire time and cried tears until it was over. But the
truth is that even before the first man had dumped his load of cum
inside me, I was just as eager a participant as anyone in the barn.
I have no idea how many men fucked me, although I think its safe to
assume that all of them did at least once. I can remember some of
them coming back for seconds, and I know of at least two men who
fucked me four times that night. One by one they grew tired of
pumping fuck into me, and by the time the sun came up there were only
five of us left there in the barn, Madley, Raiford, myself, and two
of the men who wanted to be the last ones to take me.
When they were all done I was quite a sight. "Covered with
cum", doesn't really begin to describe my appearance, as it might had
I been with ten or twelve men. My mouth, my cunt and my ass were all
so sore that I could hardly move, and I had abrasions on my elbows
and knees from the many times they had wanted me doggy style during
the night.
I knew by now not to expect any tender loving care from Madley
and Raiford, but I did think that they might clean me up some before
taking me home. Instead, they carried me out to Raiford's broken
down old pick-up truck and laid me in the bed of it, and upon our
arrival back at Raifords, carried me straight to my bed and left me
there alone. Grateful to at least have a chance to rest, I soon fell
asleep.
How long I slept I have no idea, but I was awakened by the sweet
caring voice of a woman. She was bathing me with a warm wash cloth,
cleaning the dried up cum and bits of straw from my body.
"Karen is coming for you, Carolyn, and you'll be away from here
before Raiford gets back home. You just rest now, darlin, and
everything is going to be just fine", she said.
I suppose it was the mention of Karen's name that caused me not
to protest being taken away. On the one hand I was frightened by
what Madley and Raiford had felt free to do with me, but on the other
hand I was still addicted to the sex that they had made it possible
for me to enjoy.
Later, at Karen's house, I told her the whole story of my
deepening involvement with Madley and the course it had eventually
run. She was wonderful about it, not only understanding how such a
thing could happen, but also understanding the needs that I felt and
still feel. She is letting me stay with her until I can make other
arrangements, and wanted me to be sure to stay until I had heard from
you in return to this letter.
Is it really possible for me to find satisfaction sexually
without having to give myself to a Madley, Master? Just what is this
Dominance and submission that Karen talks about? What makes it
different from what I experienced with Madley? I really do hope you
will take the time to help me work through all of this. Karen is
trying, and I understand some of what she is saying. But it all
sounds very complicated to me, much more so than just slutting for
Madley. I'm so confused.
Sincerely,
Carolyn
Note to the Reader:
I'm pleased to be able to report that Carolyn finally did understand
the very big difference in giving oneself to a true Master and in
being used by men who have no respect or admiration for women with
great sexual needs. With Karen's help, we found a Master for Carolyn
who now sees to it that her hungers are met in ways that provide for
her personal safety and self-respect as well.
The entire Master Wade series, along with hundreds of stories by other
authors, may be found in The Mansion, the adult section of Wade's World
BBS (703)-694-5460.
++++
|
|
