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Master Wade 125
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MRWADE.125 BY MASTER WADE
Copyright 1992
By Wade Mondegam
Girls in the Wood
Chapter Fifteen
We pulled into the parking lot of Sports World and stayed in the
car while the bus unloaded. I rubbed Kathy through her soaked
panties as the seemingly endless stream of men in orange coveralls
walked past us.
Unlike the general population of the prison, which like most
prisons was probably 80% black, there seemed to be a more equal
balance of races in this group of men. Only those prisoners who
wanted to work out made this trip, and most of these men had been
working out for years. It showed.
We waited for the patrolman who had pulled us over to usher us
into the fitness center. While we were waiting more police cars
arrived, some with two or more officers inside them. The policemen
gathered at the door to the center, laughing with each other and
glancing frequently over at our car, trying to get a look at the
young woman who had been exposing herself to men along the highway.
Finally, Trooper Mabe, the only officer either of us knew, came
over to the car and spoke to me through the window.
"Okay...here's the way we'll handle this. The prisoners are
inside now, changing. We'll give them another moment or two to get
started exercising. They don't know what's about to happen, but of
course the rest of us do." He motioned to the other policemen.
"Once we get inside, there is a small office on the right. The
two of you can go in there and wait while we station ourselves
throughout the exercise area. We'll make sure that no one gets too
carried away and, of course, will also enjoy the show. If I
understood you correctly, Mr. Wade, you'll have your friend...what is
your name, Miss? I feel odd not knowing it."
"Kathy," she replied, quietly.
"Yes, Kathy. The way I understand it, you'll have Kathy move
around the room, allowing her to do her thing, and perhaps have her
put on a bit of a show in the center of the room after she has done
that. Our agreement specified full nudity, except perhaps for the
stockings, and that once you had complied with that you were free to
go. Understood?"
"Yes, that's what I agreed to," I said.
"I will mention that there is an executive lounge next to the
office. If, after the show is over, you would like to take Kathy in
there so that she can meet some of the officers, there will be plenty
of time for that, and I'm sure they would enjoy it. I know I
certainly would."
I looked over at Kathy and she shook her head, indicating a lack
of interest in that.
"I think we'll want to be on our way as soon as the show is
over, but we do appreciate your offer. Mabe?"
"Yes sir?"
"We're a bit at your mercy in some respects, but I hope you
understand that I'm the one who runs this show. Any bullshit from
anyone, police officer's included, and I'll come unglued. Got it?"
"Understood, Mr. Wade. Well, are you ready?"
We followed Trooper Mabe into the center and entered the office
he had spoken of earlier. There were big glass windows which looked
out into the exercise area, and we watched as the officers took their
positions around the room. I counted ten policemen and twenty-nine
prisoners.
"I can't believe this is happening!", Kathy said, growing even
more nervous as she watched the now-scantily-clad prisoners working
out on the nautilus machines, uniformed policemen standing close at
hand, their arms crossed or hands resting on holstered weapons.
"It's time, Kathy."
"Okay, but what do I do? How do you want me to do this?"
"I'll take you in and introduce you. Then you'll simply walk
around the room, pausing at the machines to tease the men. You know
how to do that, I know. Show them what they want to see, Kathy. By
the time you get around the room you should have the dress and
panties off, and you can then come to the center of the room where
I'll have a straight-back chair waiting you. I'll be right behind
you all the way, so you can let them cop a feel and things like that
without having to worry. Once you get back to the chair, I want you
to sit in it and play with yourself. You can decide how long you
want to do that, but at least let them watch that for a while. When
you're done, we'll go."
"Master, you do want me to do this, don't you?"
"I wouldn't have suggested it to the officer if I didn't Kathy.
Don't think of it as something you have to do to stay out of legal
trouble. Think of it as making men hot. Think of it as pleasing
your Master very much. Just be the precious, sexy girl that you are
and enjoy yourself. Okay?"
Kathy smiled and hugged me tightly. I led her out into the
exercise room. She was immediately the center of attention. Taking
a chair from the wall to my right and placing it in the center of the
room I motioned for Kathy to sit. As she sat I spoke to the group
who were now very quiet and, suffice it to say, very interested.
"Gentlemen, this is Kathy. Kathy is my sex slave and loves to
please me by doing very naughty things. I know you enjoyed the
little show we gave you as we drove by the bus on the way here, and I
know you're going to enjoy the show she is about to give you now.
This will not be all you might like for it to be, but it will be a
memory that you will be able to count on keeping you company on many
lonely nights in the future.
"The first thing you need to know is that I'm the one in charge
here and I won't take any crap from anyone. Kathy is a lady, not
some run of the mill slut that puts out for just anyone. She is
simply a very hot and very sexy woman who enjoys showing off to
others. You can touch her a bit as she moves around the room if you
like, and you can talk to her if it pleases you to do that, but you
will not attempt to grab her or pull her to you, nor will you expose
yourself to her. When I say it's time for her to move on to the next
man, she will do that freely, without any interference from you."
Trooper Mabe walked up to me at this point and handed me his
nightstick and a can of mace. The meaning of this gesture was clear.
I was surprised how quiet the men were. In contrast to their
rowdy behavior on the bus they were almost frozen in place, as if
this was a dream and they might wake up if they said anything or even
moved.
I slid the mace into my pants pocket, and took Kathy by the
arm. I led her over to the first exercise machine to my left. She
turned to me and kissed me hard on the mouth, wrapping her arms
around my neck. I returned her kiss and played with her ass with my
free hand, letting her dress ride up purposely in front of the young
black man who watched eagerly and the officer who stood smiling just
behind him.
Someone began clapping, and before long all the prisoners were
clapping in unison, a steady, rythmic expression of encouragement.
I turned Kathy to face the black man and slid the nightstick
into my belt. Reaching around her, I cupped her breasts in both
hands and kissed her on the neck.
"Show the man your legs again, baby," I whispered to her. "He
saw them in the car earlier. Raise the dress for him. Show him."
Kathy's eyes were glued on him as she moved her small hands to
comply with my instructions. She slid the dress up slowly, exposing
first her stocking tops, then her bare thighs, and finally her tiny
white panties and her garter belt.
The young prisoner licked his lips and sat up straight. Kathy
smiled at him and began moving her hips from side to side slowly,
teasing him.
Her response was what I had waited for, and I released her
breasts and stepped back slightly from her. She was getting into it
now. She'd be just fine.
Kathy lowered her dress a little and then slid it back up once
more, bending over toward him a bit without taking her eyes off of
him, allowing him to look down into her dress. She let the dress
fall, releasing its hem, and then turned around with her back to him,
looking at him over her shoulder. She bent slightly at the waist
and with both hands began sliding the dress up once more, exposing
the back of her legs and the full rounded shape of her ass.
Straightening once more, Kathy pirouetted gracefully, and then
again as she danced her way to the next group of men. She repeated
most of the same movements she had done earlier for these new
admirers, but included the lowering of one of her shoulder straps and
a flash of naked tit. I followed along behind her, finding myself
highly aroused by her skillful exhibitionism, and keeping a close eye
on the movements of the men who watched her so hotly.
The clapping had grown louder and more enthusiastic, and I knew
they were all eager to see the dress go. Kathy's timing was perfect,
however, and it was only when she had reached the halfway point of
her journey around the room that she finally allowed it to slide from
her body sensuously.
The room came alive at this point, and the once reserved group
of men began calling to her, teasing her with their words, applauding
her efforts in their behalf. A huge black prisoner with the arms of
a wrestler reached out for her and ran his hand along the inside of
her thigh. I fully expected her to bolt and run, but instead she
moved closer to him, took his arm and slid his hand up until his huge
hand was pressed against her wet-pantied crotch. Looking over her
shoulder at me, Kathy winked, and then dropped his hand and moved
quickly to the next prisoner. She was something else!
From that point on, nearly every man she approached had to touch
her in some way. She handled them beautifully, allowing them to run
their hands up her legs, to cup her ass, to pinch her nipples, and
even to run their fingers along her wet slit. I kept one hand on the
nightstick and the other on the can of mace, but no one seemed
willing to ruin what was an unbelievable opportunity for them, so
things remained in control.
We had made it nearly all the way around the room and there was
nothing left for Kathy to remove except for her panties and the
stockings and garterbelt. She teased the man she was standing in
front of, running her thumbs along the top of her panties, tugging
them down a bit and then pulling them back up tightly. She turned
with her back to him and bent over, tugging the panties down once
again, halfway off her ass, and then back up, the slickly wet crotch
pulling into her lips.
Unexpectedly, Kathy walked sexily away from the man she had
teased so unmercifully, across the room to the other side. She
stopped before a handsome and very well built white prisoner who had
been the first to see her naked tits. I realized quickly, however,
that it wasn't this prisoner that Kathy wanted to treat, but the
officer who stood next to him. He was young, much younger than the
other officers and good looking in a GQ kind of way. Kathy stepped
boldly up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissed him
hard on the mouth, her naked breasts pressing against his starched
uniform shirt, her bare belly feeling the cool slickness of his
leather gunbelt.
The prisoner turned to watch, and as he did, Kathy broke her
kiss and turned, pressing her pantied ass into the young officer's
crotch. She reached out and took the prisoner's hand and placed it
at the top of her panties. Realizing what she had in mind the
prisoner took hold of them and tugged them downward. The officer's
hands were now full of Kathy's beautiful breasts and he kissed her
softly on the neck, watching as her panties were stripped from her.
Kathy gingerly stepped from the panties and took them from the
prisoner who had removed them for her. Turning once again and
kissing the officer quickly on the mouth, she danced away, walking
around the room once more, allowing the men to see her pubic hair and
her naked buttocks. She swung the white panties sexily from her
finger, teasing the men, and when she reached the huge black prisoner
who had been the first to touch her, dropped them in his lap,
smiling. He reached for them excitedly and pressed them quickly to
his face, breathing in the wonderful aroma of hot slut white girl
pussy.
A bit more teasing at the end of the semi-circle of rowdy men
and Kathy walked to the chair and took her seat. She slid downward
in the chair, her legs splayed open and began rubbing herself with
one hand, while her other hand cupped and squeezed her naked breasts.
She was really hot and really into showing off, and I felt sure she
would come really hard for them.
Just when I thought she was about to go off like a rocket, Kathy
stopped suddenly, rose from the chair and took my arm, indicating
that she was ready to go. The room exploded in applause, the men
genuine in their appreciation of what really was a magnificient show
of sexual power and heat.
Kathy waved over her shoulder to the men as we walked toward the
exit. I handed her dress to her as we neared the office door, but
rather than taking it from me, she gripped my arm tightly and guided
me toward the executive lounge instead.
"Are you sure, precious?", I asked her, before we reached the
door to the lounge.
"Yes, Master. Is it okay? I want it alot, Master, I really
do!"
"Then yes, it's okay, baby. You deserve it."
Continued in Chapter Sixteen
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