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Master Wade 109
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MRWADE.109 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1992
By Wade Mondegam
Karri: Married Slut
I first ran into Karri in church; literally. I had turned to
respond to a hello from a friend and walked head-on into her. My
hand grazed her thigh in our encounter and there was a garter belt
under her dress. Nothing was the same for me after that.
Normally it's blondes who captivate me. Karri was anything but
a blonde. She wasn't even tall and skinny like the women who usually
catch my fancy. She was a short brunette who looked much younger
than her age of 23. Most people upon first meeting her would assume
her to be no more than 15 and many people would think her to be
younger than that.
There was something about discovering that this delightful young
married woman wore a garter belt to church that inflamed my curiosity
and desire to a degree that was unusual, even for me. I couldn't get
her out of my mind afterward. She and her husband were new to our
town and I began watching for her in my supermarket, hoping that she
would at least try shopping with us. Eventually she did, and I made
sure that she got the owner's personal attention, even to the point
of carrying out her groceries. She became a regular customer, and I
was a regular admirer.
One of the delightful things about Karri was that she always
wore dresses. I never saw her dressed in anything but a dress or a
skirt and blouse. While I was not always certain that she wore a
garter belt under her dress, I always expected there to be one there,
because of my first experience with her.
As we came to know each other better I discovered that Karri
obviously found me attractive, or at least enjoyed the attention that
I paid her. When I carried her groceries she always made sure that I
got a chance to watch her slide behind the wheel of her car, and
always made certain that I had a chance to see her legs as she swung
them inside the car. At first I thought it was my imagination, but
it seemed to me that her dress rode a bit higher every time I carried
her groceries out. The day that the dress rode high enough for me to
see her garters removed any doubt that I had about it being a dream.
I was so excited by actually having seen her garters that I
wrote her a short note and slid it into her groceries the next time
she shopped. It was a simple note, but I knew that if it was
unappreciated that it could get me into alot of trouble. It read:
"Karri...Forgive my boldness, but I simply must tell you how
much I enjoy seeing you. You're a beautiful woman, and the more I
see of you, the more I am affected by your beauty. Please show me
more. No one could be more appreciative."
I nervously awaited her next shopping trip. I had no idea what
her response to the note would be, but I figured a return to my store
would at least indicate a modicum of acceptance.
When I next saw her, Karri at first seemed slightly removed, and
I feared the worst. I carried her groceries to the car, and my heart
nearly stopped when once again I was treated to a view of her
garters. At first I didn't think she was going to say anything at
all about the note, but just as I was about to turn and walk away,
she spoke softly, stopping me.
"Wait. About your note...It was very sweet. It hasn't been an
accident that I have been showing you more and more of my legs, and
I'm glad you've noticed. I am a married woman, you know, and I have
to be careful, but...I do want to show you more. Why don't you call
me at home sometime? He's never home before six. I'd love to talk
with you."
Needless to say, I called her later on that day. It was a bit
awkward at first, but once I finally broached the subject of her
legs, it became easier.
"I love the fact that you always wear stockings and a garter
belt...you do, don't you? I mean, you always wear them...you don't
wear pantyhose at all, do you?"
"Sometimes, if I wear a very short miniskirt, and I do like to
do that sometimes, I'll wear pantyhose, or perhaps nothing at all.
But usually, yes, I almost always wear garter belts. I think they're
much sexier. They make me feel...I don't know...wanton, I suppose.
I like the feeling."
"I love that. You have beautiful legs, and when I can see your
garters as you get in the car it makes me so hot I can hardly see
straight. Its gotten to the point that I think about you all the
time now."
"That's good. I like to think about you thinking about me all
the time. Do you think about seeing me with my dressed raised to my
waist? Is that what you think about?"
"Yes, I do think about that. I know you're married, but I think
about it anyway, and I want to see it."
"Does it excite you that I show you my legs, even though I'm
married to someone else? Does the fact that I'm married make it even
more exciting for you?"
"Yes, I must admit that it does. I love the thought of someone
else's wife showing me her legs."
"Good, I like that too. I love being married and showing other
men my body. I like the fact that I'm a good girl...a church going
girl whom most people would never suspect doing what I do. I know
they think I'm little miss purity. If they only knew what excites
me."
"When we first met, I felt your garters under your dress at
church. I suspected then that you might have a bit of the slut in
your nature."
She laughed softly into the phone. "Yes, a bit of the slut is
in my nature, for sure. I especially enjoy wearing garter belts and
nylons to church. Sometimes I don't even wear panties to church, but
I have to be careful that my husband doesn't realize that. He'd
never understand. Sometimes I don't wear panties when I come to your
store."
"Oooooh, that's an exciting thought. I just wish I knew when
you had them on and when you didn't."
"Well, maybe I'll let you know from now on. Would you like
that? Would you like knowing that this little married girl is naked
under her skirt?"
"I'd love knowing that. But how will you let me know?"
"I suppose I could show you...would you like for me to raise my
skirt and show you that I'm naked underneath?"
"You'd raise your dress and show me your naked pussy? You'd
show me your married cunt?"
"Yes...I'd do that for you. You won't tell on me, will you?
You won't tell my husband that I go around showing other men my
private parts, will you?"
"No, you can count on me...I'll never tell. Will you open your
legs for me too, so that I can get a good view? Will you spread your
legs and let me see it real good?"
"Sure, I'll spread my legs for you. Who knows, maybe I'll even
put a finger in it for you, so you can watch that. Maybe I'll even
let you smell my finger, or lick it. Would you like that?"
"I'd love it, Karri. I've dreamed about you finger-fucking
yourself for me, and about smelling and tasting your sweet young
pussy."
"Oh, honey, you're making me so hot, and my little married girl
pussy is soooo wet! Can I make it? Can I come while you tell me how
much you want to smell my sweet pussy? Please?"
I talked to her for another fifteen or twenty minutes, long
enough for her to make it twice. She sounded wonderful when she
came, and it seemed that the fact that she was married, but still
exciting other men was a sort of trigger for her...just focusing on
that was enough to make her moan.
After our conversation on the phone, it became a regular thing
for Karri to treat me to a view of her sweet young pussy every time I
carried her groceries out to her car. We also began to talk
regularly on the phone, and we both enjoyed our mutual masturbation.
It wasn't enough for either of us.
"I want you to fuck me real bad, honey," she sighed into the
phone, in her little-girl voice. "I get fucked alot by my husband,
but it isn't enough. I need other men...I need men who aren't my
husband. I need to do it behind his back."
"Karri, darlin, you know I'll fuck you...but that won't be
enough for you either, will it? You need more than just one other
man, don't you?"
"I need alot of different men, honey, but Rome wasn't built in a
day. You can be my first...can't you? Won't you be my first affair?
Please? I'll be real good...I promise!"
"Are you still gonna fuck me after you find the other men,
Karri? Or will I be forgotten then?"
"How could I forget you, Honey? Besides, it isn't a string of
men that I want, but alot of regulars. I'll still need you even
after other men start fucking me. You won't mind if other men fuck
me too, will you? I'll let you watch sometimes, if you want
to...would that make it better?"
"Yea, it would make it alot better, Karri. I'd love to watch
you fuck. How many men do you want? How many other men do you want
to fuck your husband's little church-going wife?"
"God, just thinking about it makes me so wet! I wish you could
see me now. I'm sitting her with my legs so wide apart that my thigh
muscles are straining, and my juice is getting the couch wet. How
many men do I want to fuck me? God...I dunno...how many do you think
I can get? How many do you want to fuck me?"
"Well, I want you to fuck alot, Karri. I'm not like your
husband...I don't want you to only have one dick. I want you to take
alot of cum, from alot of different men. How many? Well, I think
you should at least be ABLE to take a different cock every day if you
want. That would mean seven guys. But then you shouldn't just be
limited to seven different men, unless you only wanted that many.
Maybe you could have seven regulars and some others who you just
spread your legs for from time to time."
"Could I have more than one of them at a time sometimes? Would
you like to see two or three of them doing me at once?"
"Mmmmmm, yes, I'd love that, Karri. I'd love to see you being
used by three men at once. Do you fuck up the ass, Karri?"
She came before she could answer me. Something told me she
liked the idea of fucking up the ass.
"God, what an orgasm! YES!! I LOVE being fucked in the ass.
Jim has only fucked me there a couple of times, but I do it to myself
nearly every day with a big vibrator that Jim doesn't even know I
own. Will you fuck my ass, honey...will you?"
"Yes, baby, I'll fuck your sweet little asshole. And I'll hold
your cheeks open so that other men can stick their big cocks up your
ass too. I love an ass-fucking married slut."
I started fucking Karri regulary. She'd call me from home,
usually in the afternoons, so hot she could hardly talk. Her voice
would be soft and timid, but the words she spoke were heavily laden
with lust. I'd play with her just long enough on the phone to make
her even hotter, and then I'd drive the short distance to her house,
walk brazenly to her front door, enter unannounced, and fuck her.
Sometimes she would be standing in the hallway, and I'd just fuck her
up against the wall. Other times she would be in bed, her beautiful
legs spread wide, her vibrator already humming away inside her young
anus.
Occasionally it was possible for Karri and I to have some really
private, extended time with each other. On those occasions we could
have a more relaxed time with each other, and it was a real treat to
give her a chance to perform for me. She was a dyed in the wool
exhibitionist, and loved to dress for me, dance for me and pose for
me. She had a delightful young body, and showing it off really made
her hot to fuck. I knew she was dying for a chance to involve some
more men in our fun. I was too.
I had one friend whom I was particularly interested in watching
fuck Karri. His name was Carl.
"Karri...We have spoken of you fucking other men many times, and
I think it's time for you to do it for me. Will you fuck one of my
friends?"
Karri was sitting on her couch when I asked her the question,
and she immediately opened her legs and began rubbing her swollen
clit.
"Yes...I'll fuck your friend. Tell me about him."
"His name is Carl. Carl and I went to college together. He
lives several hours away, but he's coming for a visit this weekend.
I'd love to see him fuck you."
"I'd love to fuck Carl. I'll do him real good for you, honey, I
promise."
"He's got a really big cock, Karri. Do you think you can take
it okay?"
Tanna started putting fingers in her pussy at the mention of his
size.
"Yes...I'll take any size cock you'll give me...I don't care how
big it is. I don't care if it stretches me and hurts at first."
"Carl is black, Karri. Will you fuck my black friend?"
She immediately inserted a third finger upon hearing of his
color. She swallowed hard, hunched her hips hotly at her hand, and
then replied.
"I want his black dick. I want it in my mouth and in my pussy
and up my ass. I've never let a black man stick his dick in me
before, although I did let one finger my pussy once. Are you really
gonna let Carl fuck me? Can I really get it?"
"Yes, my little married tramp, you can fuck Carl. He'll fuck
you rough, but you'll be okay, I'm sure. Carl has a special fondness
for little white girls like you, and he'll be in heaven, especially
when he sees how much you want him. He's six three...you'll know
you've been used when he's through with you."
"More! Don't stop talking....please!" She was fingering herself
wildly now, her right hand busy at her pussy, her left working
fingers into her asshole.
"Carl has a nine inch dick, Karri...and he has huge balls...I
don't think I've ever seen balls so big. He's rather good
looking...and very dark...and he really does go crazy over white
women, especially young ones. He's fucked some girl's for me in the
past. Some won't fuck him again because he's so thick...other's
can't get enough of him. He'll stretch your little fuckhole...in
fact your husband may notice."
Karri grunted and lifted her hips off the couch as she continued
abusing her bottom holes.
"I don't care! Let him notice! Let him notice that men with
huge cocks have been fucking his little bride! I can't help it...I
need it! I need fucked! I want his huge black pecker, honey, I want
it soooo bad! Let me fuck him...watch me fuck him...I'll spread real
wide for him, baby...I'll take his huge cock in all my holes, honest
I will...let me fuck him!"
I sprayed cum all over her face while watching her finger both
her holes and beg for Carl's big black dick. The girl was a hot
little number, that was for sure. She wasn't lying about needing to
be fucked, either, in spite of her bad grammar. She needed it...she
needed it bad!
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