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Master Wade 105
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MRWADE.105 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1991
By Wade Mondegam
Dirty Sex Night
Our argument began at twilight and progressed quickly to the point
that I walked from the house and drove away from you. It was
October, and the cool air and my own anger gave me the shakes as I
drove aimlessly.
By now you had become accustomed to such things, and even in the
midst of your pacing and fuming as you watched me drive away you
could feel the moisture gathering down there. I never stayed gone
long on these drives and you knew from past experiences that I would
soon return, the issue still unresolved, and that I would, in effect,
rape you.
As always, the source of our disagreement had been some other man's
interest in you. It was important to me that every man who saw you
desired you. I had made that clear in every possible way from the
very start and even in this specific situation that had made me so
angry, I had provoked and encouraged the very actions and reactions
that upset me so.
Having every reasonable expectation that you would be ass-fucked when
I returned, you slipped into the white bustier and tugged the tan
stockings up your legs. Your scent was strong and the lips swollen
with passion. They rubbed against each other as you stepped into the
white high heels and looked at yourself in the full length mirror.
Your present attire was what you had been instructed to regard as
your "ass-fucking outfit", and the fact that you stood there in it at
this very moment was clear evidence of your submission to me as your
Master. The thought of that only increased your passion, and as you
watched your own movements in the mirror, you moved your right hand
between your legs and wiped it through your slit, gathering juices
and tranferring them to your tongue.
Upon my return I stormed through the back door of our house to find
you bent over the kitchen table, your ass presented to me for my
usage. Rather than immediately entering you, which was my usual
course of action, you felt me grabbing you by the arm and leading you
roughly out into the cool October air. Amidst your meaningless
protests I shoved you into the backseat of the car and quickly drove
away, leaving you to lay on your side, shivering and anticipating the
meaning of my actions.
I stopped the car in a part of the city you were only faintly
familiar with, and opening the door, dragged you from it and through
the door of an abandoned warehouse. It smelled of dust and grease
and in the dim light you recoiled at the scurrying movements of rats,
fleeing from our approach.
Your heart was beating so fast that you felt faint as I dragged you
along behind me toward what appeared to be a dimly lit former office
toward the back of the building. Slipping gracelessly in a puddle of
oil, you felt my grip tighten painfully on your arm as I kept you
from falling. Just as suddenly you found yourself being slammed up
against the wall of the old office, and felt my fingers entering your
sex roughly, my hand shoving three of them deeply into your cunt as I
moved my face close to yours. I spoke quickly and hotly, in the
voice that made your lips quiver when you heard it.
"Fuckin whore!!", I hissed, my eyes burning into your soul in the
semi-darkness. "Its cock you want, is it? Is that what it is?
No...dont' answer me!". I released your arm and pressed my hand
against your mouth, muffling your response. "I know damn well its
cock you want! It was written all over you this evening when you
showed yourself to that man across from us! And its written all over
you even now, you sluttly little cunt!" I fucked the three fingers
in and out of you, feeling you squat slightly and spread your legs
wider for me. "Well, bitch, if its cock you want, then its cock
you're gonna have!!"
Pulling my soaked fingers out of your clinging pussy and moving my
hand from your mouth, I grabbed you by both arms and spun you
around. Then, kicking the office door open with my foot, I shoved
you through it roughly, watching you stumble awkwardly forward until
you fell on the dirty mattress just inside the room.
There was a different smell in this room, and in spite of the
whirlwind of sensations confronting you, it was this smell that
overwhelmed you. It was not an unfamiliar smell to you, but seldom
had you been as aware of it as you were now, and never had you
experienced it filling a room as it did in this abandoned warehouse
office. It was the smell of semen.
Struggling to right yourself, you managed to reach a relatively
comfortable seated position long enough to look around the room.
What you saw made you gasp and cover your sex.
Seated just to the right of the door in an abandoned office chair was
a dishelved and dirty man whose blank expression told you far less
than did the piercing eyes which you felt caressing your body as they
roamed up and down the length of you. His pants were open and he was
stroking himself, still clutching a tattered and well-used men's
magazine in his other hand.
"No, Master...please! Take me home! I'll do anything you want...but
please, take me home now!" I smiled as I watched you scoot back into
the opposite corner, attempting to gain as much distance as possible
from the man in the chair. "This is too much...really...I know I was
bad..but Master!! Please? Can we please go back home? Please!!"
Your pleas were like a challenge to me, and I felt my resolve only
deepen as I watched you cower in the corner of the room, your legs
drawn up against your chest. While I knew you didn't intend it to be
such, it was a pleasing position to observe you in, and I made a
mental note to have you assume it for me on other occasions.
"I don't think you know my friend here, little whore," I said with a
modicum of gentleness. "You must forgive his ill-manners, as he is
unfortunately not especially versed in the social graces. His name
is Bugs, or at least that is how he is known to those in the
neighborhood. Bugs has an unfortunate mental condition which
prevents him from gaining suitable employment, but as he is not very
much of a bother to anyone, he is allowed to live here unmolested.
He has spent some short periods of time in the city jail on peeping
tom charges, but other than that is a rather law abiding citizen."
I walked slowly toward you and sat down on the mattress beside you,
facing Bugs as I continued to introduce you to him.
"Over the years, many of us have tried to help Bugs out, but
unfortunately our gifts of clothes and other niceties have not had
much impact with him. Clean clothes mean little to him, as they are
not long clean, and he much prefers the gift of cigarettes and
magazines, which as you may notice, he is well supplied with." I saw
your eyes move around the room as you took in the pile of magazines
next to the chair which spilled over into an even large pile next to
the mattress.
In the middle of my conversation with you, Bugs stood and began
removing his pants, leaving his partially buttoned shirt on. His
cock was only partially erect and hung menacingly downward as he
stood. I knew his size would appeal to you, even if other things
about him did not, and I slid my hand between your legs to feel your
openings once again. The legs parted almost automatically as your
gaze fixed on the large cock only a few feet away from you. You were
quiet now, still trembling, but somehow absorbed by the strange
events that were unfolding before you.
Bugs stepped closer, his hand finding his dangling organ and stroking
it slowly. He walked to the edge of the mattress and stood there,
looking down at you, masturbating himself.
My fingers were entering you again, gently this time, separating the
folds of your sex and sliding inside with ease. Your legs opened
more widely now in response to my touch and I was aware of you
swallowing hard as you continued to watch him.
"You're quite wet, you know." You looked at me quickly upon hearing
my remark, your face bearing an expression of mixed desire and shame.
You quickly looked away again, your eyes moving back to Bugs and his
ever growing member. You swallowed again.
"Its very nice of Bugs to touch himself for you, you know. To make
himself all hard and erect while you watch him. To let you see his
big thick cock all naked and throbbing, and to stand so close...so
close you can even smell his balls. You CAN smell them, can't you?"
You looked at me again, the desire even more evident than before, the
shame still alive within you, but paling in comparison. There was no
answer to my question, but your chest rose and fell more rapidly now
as you struggled with the sensations you were experiencing, the smell
of this man's balls inescapably one of them.
I rubbed your clitoris lightly with my thumb as I continued fingering
you. The noise was beginning now, the squishy noise that I loved to
hear when you were very aroused. I gently helped you change your
position to a more comfortable one, lowering your legs and and
opening them for you so that your openess faced our masturbating
companion. I slid my fingers out of you and felt you grab at my arm,
wishing them to still be in you.
"No...you touch it, little piece, you do it. If Bugs is kind enough
to play with himself for you, then surely you can do that much for
him. Show him how my little slut does it for her Master."
You looked at me long and hard this time, not taking your eyes off of
mine until you had opened yourself even further and had begun working
on your sex alone with trembling fingers.
"I do want his cock, Master", you finally said to me, still looking
deeply into my eyes. Your voice was soft and hesitant, but heavy
with lust.
"I know, baby...I know you do", I responded with equal softness,
brushing the back of my juice covered hand gently against your cheek.
"You want him in your mouth, don't you?" I lowered my hand, laying
it softly on your thigh, just above the stocking top.
"Yes!" Your eyes left mine as you answered me, your head turning so
that you could look upon him once more.
"I know. I know you want his cock in your mouth. I know you want
his balls. I know you do."
You stared ahead of you this time, your eyes fixed on Bugs and his
still growing cock, your hand moving more rapidly on your sex now as
you masturbated along with him.
"Yes, Master. I want his dick in my mouth. I want to eat him. I
want to eat his balls, Master."
"Can you smell them, little whore? Can you smell his balls and his
dick? Can you?"
"Yes, Master...I can...but not good enough, Master. Can he move
closer? Can I kiss it? Please, Master?"
I motioned for Bugs to step on up closer to you, and slid back away
from you a bit to give the two of you more room on the dirty
mattress. You looked over at me again as I moved away, your eyes
pleading now for permission to do that for which you hungered so
deeply. I nodded slightly and began touching myself through my
pants. It was all the answer you needed, and you began squirming up
closer to him, your hand still pressed against your sex, your
nostrils flaring.
With your free hand you reached for him gently, taking his now
throbbing and huge cock from him and stroking it yourself. I watched
as you looked up at him with overwhelming lust, feeling my own cock
grow harder and harder.
"I love your cock, Bugs", you said softly in that voice that alone
was enough to make men instantly hard. "See the lipstick on my lips,
Bugs? I want that lipstick on your dick, Bugs. I want my lips
around you. I want your meat in my mouth."
Lowering your eyes, you bent forward. I watched your tongue slide
between your lips and begin licking the length of his huge cock as
you caressed it lovingly from the base to the tip. You moaned softly
and then wrapped your hand around it again, moving your head lower so
that you could smell him. Your nose was pressed against his
scrotum, and I expected to see you take one of his balls in your
mouth, or to at least lick it, but instead you were inhaling deeply,
drinking in the smell of his balls as you stroked his cock and
continued to play with yourself. I could see your hips beginning to
move.
You turned your head toward me slightly, a smile playing at your
lipsticked lips as you continued stroking him.
"Now I can smell his balls really well, Master," you said, lust
dripping off your voice. "Watch me smell him. It only makes me want
to eat him even more, you know." You turned back momentarily and
took another deep drag of your drug, then looked at me once again.
"I want him to fuck my mouth, Master. I want his long cock down my
throat. You knew I'd want it, and I do, Master. I really do." As
you spoke you rubbed your hair up against his scrotum, teasing it,
loving it.
"Are you his head fuck, baby?", I asked, my hand now busy on my
exposed cock, jerking it. "Are you his ball licking, cock sucking,
head fuck? Smell him some more...I like to watch you smell his
balls."
Before answering my questions, you turned your attention to him as
instructed, pressing your nose up close to his hairy balls, the tip
angled toward his anus, sniffing, drinking in the smell of him, your
hand still manipulating him. You moaned loudly, your ass churning
now as you ground your cunt against your fingers. You were so
absorbed in the smelling of his crotch that I was afraid you had
forgotten my questions. Finally, you turned you head toward me once
again, your eyes wide now, wild looking.
"Yes, Master. I'm his head fuck. You know I am. Its a good cock,
Master...a really good one...and I want it..God!..I want it sooo
much!" Your tongue licked outward, even before your head moved, and
I watched with amazement as you licked hungrily at his balls, lathing
them, cleaning them, your throat working to swallow the saliva that
was so busily tantalizing your taste buds as you ate him.
"I wore these earrings for you, Master", you said, turning toward me
again. "I wore them because I know you love the way they jangle when
you fuck my ass. I want Bugs to make my earrings jangle, Master..can
he? Can he fuck my mouth hard and make my earrings jangle, Master?
Please?"
I fought back the urge to come, knowing there was still more to see,
but feeling my passion ignited by your slutty remarks and genuine
desires. I straightened out my left leg, wanting to touch you in
some way, and rubbed the dirty sole of my shoe against your
stockinged thigh. My voice was raspy and broken as I answered you.
"Yes, cunt. I want to hear your earrings jangle, you know I do. I
want Bugs to shove his thick man-meat down your fuckin throat until
you gag on it, thats what I want! I want those smelly balls you love
to lick so much to bang against your whore chin and for him to fuck
your face like it was a cunt. Do it!!"
Pulling the thick cock in your hand downward, you opened your mouth
and placed the thick head of his cock between your red lips. I saw
you close them, circling the head with your lips, painting it with
the expensive lipstick you wore. I knew your tongue was caressing
the tip inside your mouth and that you were searching for pre-cum
with it. I watched as your hand moved to his balls and began cupping
them, lifting them, squeezing them gently.
Bugs moaned, the first sound he had made the entire evening, and
grabbed at your head with both hands. He held it like a basketball
and shoved his hips forward with all his might. Instantly his entire
dick disappeared into you with such force that he almost knocked you
over, and I saw you reach backward with both hands to brace yourself
against the mattress.
Taking your hair in his fingers, Bugs pulled you back at him, letting
his monstrous member slide back out only momentarily before ramming
the entire length of it back inside you once more. He gradually
moved into a steady motion, fucking back and forth inside you, his
cockhead sliding into your throat and then out again, his balls
banging against your chin with regularity. I watched your hand move
back to your cunt and could hear the squishy sounds begin again as
you began fucking yourself with your fingers. Your nostrils
continued to flare open and then close, and I knew that even now you
were still trying to smell his scent.
It was my sudden realization of the jangling earrings and my recall
of your pleas concerning them that took me over the edge and brought
my own cum spurting from within me. I saw the first release of it
land on your back and quickly moved to a kneeling position so that
the remaining streams would also land on your body.
Bugs also began coming, his heavy balls pumping out great quanties of
the semen that had so perfumed his living quarters, only this time
pumping them down your throat instead. I saw you swallowing madly,
gulping down the silky white fuck, your hips rising as your own
orgasm began deeply within your body. You rode your fingers up and
down as he continued his squirting, and the room was alive with the
hissing and haunting sounds of male-female sex, the squishing, the
moaning, the grunting and the gasping.
I fell back, weak-kneed, as I watched the last few moments of your
head-fucking being administered by our homeless friend. Your orgasm
was a strong one, and I watched your body go limp as it ended, your
head still held in his strong hands, his cock still being slid back
and forth between your lips. When he was done with you, he held you
by your hair and slid out his dick, wiping the head of it along your
cheek before simply letting go of you and moving back to his chair
where he sat calmly, his face still the portrait of what had always
been an empty shell of a man.
You crawled to me, wrapping your arms around me when it was over. I
held you for some time, letting you recover there in the dim light of
the abandoned warehouse, kissing the top of your head gently as it
rested against my chest. When your breathing returned to normal I
gently helped you to your feet, and we left our friend to his world.
As we drove back to our home, you held my arm and snuggled closely to
me, warming yourself. After a few moments of quiet, you looked up at
me and sighed softly.
"You're STILL going to fuck me in the ass when we get home, aren't
you?"
"Yes, of course I am."
"Good!"
--The End--
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