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Master Wade 123
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MRWADE.123 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1992
By Wade Mondegam
Girls in the Wood
Chapter Twelve
Kathy and I drove along the four lane highway that led to the
city nearest our retreat in the mountains. It was a bit of a drive,
but I needed to take her where neither of us was known. I've always
loved driving anyway, especially with someone like Kathy next to me
in the car.
I drove a bit faster than the speed limit, not because I was in
any hurry at all, but because I couldn't pass up the opportunity to
go by the eighteen-wheelers and pickup trucks along the highway,
giving their drivers an opportunity to look in at Kathy and her
exposed legs. When traffic permitted and when I could tell the view
I was providing was appreciated, I stayed alongside the trucks for
quite some time. This gave Kathy an opportunity to tease the men,
touching her legs and her wonderfully wet pussy. It also gave the
men time to fully take advantage of her exhibitionism and teasing, if
you know what I mean.
I loved watching Kathy as she showed herself to the men in the
trucks we passed. She was never flagrant in the way she toyed with
them, but seductive in a reserved kind of way. Doing it made her hot
and there was no way to hide that from them, or from me.
We were only about ten miles from the city when we pulled
alongside a bus which was marked "Lester County Correctional
Facility". It was obviously used to transport prisoners, and on this
occasion was filled with men who were definitely hungry for the view
they were about to get.
"Oh, Master!", Kathy sighed, as she realized how signficantly
her audience had increased. "Do you still want me to do this?"
"Of course, Kathy. These guys probably haven't seen anything
like they're about to see in a really long time. If anyone needs it,
you can bet they do."
"But there are so many of them, Master. There must be thirty or
forty of them!"
I glanced over at the bus and smiled as I noticed men from the
right side of the bus had now moved over to our side so that they too
could enjoy what the others were seeing and making such a big deal
over.
"Don't stop, Kathy. In fact, I think you should let the top of
your dress down too. It's showtime, precious. Do a good job for
your Master."
Kathy looked at me and swallowed hard, then slid the thin straps
of her dress over her shoulders and lowered it, totally exposing her
firm tits and now rigid nipples. It was possible to hear the
catcalls and whistles over the highway noises, and they inflamed
Kathy's passions. She toyed with her nipples, pinching them in front
of the prisoners, and worked two fingers of her other hand in and out
of her sex, masturbating herself. She had slipped down in the seat a
bit and her head was laying back against the seat, her eyes closed
tightly.
Suddenly I was aware of flashing blue and red lights in my rear-
view mirror. There was a State Policeman behind me and he was
pulling me over. Damn!
I pulled past the bus and moving to the right lane slowed up and
turned off onto the apron. Kathy hastily pulled the top of her dress
up and the bottom of it down.
"Your driver's license and registration, please," the Trooper
intoned, businesslike.
Kathy looked at me, wondering, I'm sure if the Trooper knew what
she had been doing, or whether he was stopping us for speeding.
"Mr. Wade, I pulled you over because your companion is violating
state laws regarding exposing herself in public. I think you were
aware that she was doing that, were you not?"
"Yes sir. I was not only aware, but she was doing it at my
request."
"I expected as much, Mr. Wade. Is this woman your wife?"
"No sir, she is not. She is a friend who is visiting me for the
week. May I ask how you knew what we were doing?"
"Well, Mr. Wade, your friend's activities have been the subject
of much discussion on one of the cb radio channels for quite a few
miles now. You may not be aware of it, but our patrol cars are
outfitted with cb radios and we monitor the conversations often."
Kathy's face had turned a deep shade of crimson, and she wrung
her hands nervously in her lap.
"This is not an offense that you really need to do anything
about other than make sure it's stopped, is it, Officer?", I asked,
hopefully.
"Well, I'm in a bit of a spot here, Mr. Wade. You see, other
officers have heard the conversations on the radio also, and they not
only expect me to take you and your friend into the station, but they
are looking forward to it."
"Then you're going to arrest me?!", Kathy asked, excitedly.
"I don't know that there will be any formal charges, Miss, but
we do need to at least pursue this a bit further. You may discuss it
with my superior officer once we get to the station house."
"There isn't anything I can do to change your mind about taking
me to jail?", Kathy asked, demurely, her hand sliding her skirt up
nearly to the top of her stockings.
"Miss, if I were the only one who knew what you'd been doing it
would be a much different thing, I assure you. But we even have a
whole busload of prisoner's back there who saw you exposing yourself
and playing with yourself."
Glancing in the rear-view mirror I realized the meaning of the
Trooper's remark. The busload of prisoners had pulled over and was
now parked behind his patrol car.
"Officer, I don't want to get us in anymore trouble than we are
already in, but I do have an idea I would like to share with you.
Could we go back to your car for a moment? Just you and I?"
The officer agreed and we left Kathy alone in my car.
"I would really hate for my friend to have to suffer the
embarrassment of being taken to jail. She is really much more than a
friend to me and in some ways this is our first real `date'." I
realized that didn't make much sense, but it was the truth, anyway.
"She is a very lovely girl, Mr. Wade, and personally I don't
have a problem with what she was doing. Do you have a suggestion for
me?"
"When I noticed that the busload of prisoners had also pulled
over it gave me an idea. This may or may not be acceptable to you,
but then again you may be willing to consider it...."
A few moments later I was back in my car. The patrol car pulled
around us and I began following him.
"Well?", Kathy asked, impatiently. I could tell she was angry
now. This wasn't working out as she had expected. Not at all.
"Relax...everything is going to be alright. We'll have this all
taken care of by lunchtime. There won't be any charges pressed."
"Taken care of by lunchtime? Where are we going? Do we still
have to go in for questioning?"
"Did you enjoy performing for the prisoners, Precious?", I
asked, softly.
"Yes, but I don't know what that has to do with anything. Look,
I wasn't planning on getting in trouble. I don't like this. I want
you to take me back to the cabin."
"The officer and I came up with a plan that will keep you and me
both out of trouble, sweetie. Actually, it's pretty much in keeping
with the plans that I had for you anyway, so I think it will work out
just fine. You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes, you know I do...but I trusted you not to get me in trouble
with the law too. So what are these plans you've made for me without
asking me about them?"
"I made plans that are related to the exposure of your body. Is
that something I needed to ask you about?" Her attitude had been
understandable, but it needed a bit of softening at the moment.
"Well, no, I guess not."
"You guess not?"
"Okay. No, you didn't need to ask me about that. But what do
you mean? What am I going to have to do?"
"We're going to a fitness center that the state rents for a few
hours every Wednesday. Rather than taking up space that is badly
needed for cells, the local correctional facility transports some of
the prisoners one day a week so that they can workout."
"Okay. Then what?"
"Then the prisoners and any of the police officers who care to
come will be treated to a little show, Precious. A little show by
you."
"Damn."
"Damn? Would you rather we go to the station and let them press
charges?"
"No, of course not." She sighed, heavily, but I knew the idea
wasn't entirely against her wishes. "You're going to help me with
this, aren't you? I mean, I don't have any idea what it is you
expect me to do."
"Oh yes, I'll help you. I'll be right there the entire time,
and I promise it will all work out just fine. I made the officer
promise me that he would let me do it my way, and if he doesn't live
up to that promise then there will be some problems that he and the
other officers will have to deal with too, you can count on that!"
I lay my hand on Kathy's leg and stroked her gently along the
inside of her thigh above her stocking top. I could still feel the
warmth of her sex.
"This is really very exciting, Master. I mean, it isn't what I
expected, but the idea of putting on a show for prisoners and
policemen! Whew!"
"I know, Baby. All those men. All those horny men."
"They're just going to watch, right? No touching? I mean this
isn't going to turn into a gang-bang or something, is it?"
"Well, I told the officer there would be absolutely no touching
or sex, but actually I had thought perhaps we might let some of them
touch a little. What would you think of that?"
"I wouldn't mind so much letting them touch, if you want them
to. They won't get out of hand, if I let them do that?"
"The prisoners may be the hardest to control in that respect,
but then they will be watched closely by the other policemen. There
will be quite a few policemen there, you know. I'm sure we can
maintain order easily."
"And do you want them to touch me anywhere they like?"
"You mean do I want them to be able to touch your breasts and
your ass and your legs and your pussy?"
"Yes, Master. That's what I meant."
"What do you want, Kathy? Is that how you want it?"
"If it pleases you Master, yes. Yes, I would like that alot."
"Then that's how it will be, my precious little slut."
We drove the rest of the way in silence, my fingers gently
rubbing the silky smooth wetness of my adorable slave's cunt.
Continued in Chapter Thirteen
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