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Master Wade 129
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MRWADE.129 By Master Wade
Marsha and the Mandella
Chapter Three
"Hi," Marsha said, biting her lip and turning her head toward
Carl, as he shut the door to the bedroom. She felt more than
naked, bound by her instructions to not move her arms or legs. She
knew how exposed she was to this stranger. She recognized him from
the lobby, and it only excited her more to know that he was the one
who would be fucking her. In spite of her desire she had to
struggle to keep from closing her legs. She wanted him to see it,
but she was unaccustomed to showing it so early on, so lewdly.
"You look even better without clothes on," Carl said, softly,
stepping to the foot of the bed and letting his eyes roam over her
naked body slowly. "This is okay with you?"
Marsha clenched her fists and felt her pussy juicing.
"Yes, I've wanted something like this for a long time. You're
a very handsome man."
"Thanks." He unbuttoned the starched white shirt and slid it
off his shoulders. His chest was broad and muscular, his arms
well-formed with large biceps. Stepping around to the side of the
bed, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them
fall around his ankles. Marsha turned her head to watch. She
could see his big cock trapped behind the black bikini shorts he
wore. He wasn't even hard yet, but he was already as big as most
men when they are. He rubbed himself slowly through his shorts as
he continued to look at her.
"I'm so wet, Carl," Marsha said, softly, feeling frustrated by
her inability to reach out and touch him, or to rub her throbbing
clitoris.
"You've got white man cum in you, don't you?", Carl asked, as
he began sliding the shorts down his legs. His cock sprang free
and fell downward, dangling toward the floor, only semi-erect.
"Yes, my Master's cum."
"You're married, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"So it isn't your husband's cum that's inside you?"
"No, it's my Master's cum."
"And now you want a black man's cum in there too?"
Marsha swallowed hard. His implications were clear and on the
money. She hadn't just met some other man, getting a little on the
side, fucking outside her marriage. She had given herself as a
slave to a Master, and now, with his cum still leaking out of her
swollen little pussy, she was going to be fucked by a black man.
And she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything.
"Yes! Yes, I do. Please?"
Carl sat next to her on the bed and began touching her body
softly, teasing her nipples with his long dark fingers, letting his
tan-colored fingernail graze them. He let his fingers play down
her belly, circling her navel, through her trimmed pubic hair,
teasing her clitoris. He cupped her vaginal mound with his big
black hand and quickly thrust two of his fingers into her.
Marsha was so wet that his intruding fingers made a slurping
sound as they slid almost effortlessly inside her. She gasp, her
hips pumping, and fought the urge to grab him.
Carl fucked his fingers in and out a few times and then
removed them, moving them to his mouth and licking them clean of
her juices while she watched.
"Later, after you've cleaned all the cum out, I'm going to
slide my tongue inside that sweet little white-girl honey pot of
yours," he said. "White pussy is so pink and sweet. I have a long
tongue too."
Placing his big dark-skinned hand along the side of her face,
Carl bent down and kissed Marsha on the mouth, tenderly at first,
and then sliding his tongue into her mouth. His hand slid back
down her body, and he rolled her left nipple between his fingers,
feeling it grow even harder and longer.
He kissed her for a long time, forcing her to breathe through
her nose. His scent was rich and different, erotic and pleasing,
and Marsha grew even hotter. Her tongue danced back at his, and
her hips worked slowly, even though she was empty there.
Finally he broke the kiss, and stood again, standing beside
the bed and stroking his cock. He had hardened almost to his full
length now, and Marsha's eyes focused on his hand and the cock that
would soon be inside her. The head of his cock appeared small at
first, but Marsha quickly realized that it was mainly because his
shaft was so thick. This skin was a deep black, except at the head
where it lightened to a cafe aulait shade. A small drop of pre-cum
formed at the hole and Marsha licked at her lips, wanting to taste
it.
"Please fuck me," Marsha said, imploringly, her eyes moving up
to Carl's face and then back to his mesmerizing cock again.
Carl switched hands and rubbed the entire upper portion of her
vagina with the fingers of his right hand while he continued
stroking his dick with his left.
"You want this black dick, little white girl?"
"Yes! God yes," she said, breathily, her hips working in
response to his caresses.
Carl knelt on the bed at her head, and holding his massive
dick toward the base, slapped it across her face playfully.
Marsha's mouth opened, as if begging to have the cock shoved
inside, and Carl wiped just the tan head through her opened lips,
leaving a small deposit of black man cum on her pink tongue.
"Lick the head, slavegirl, and make it wet."
Marsha's tongue slid from her mouth and caressed the smooth
tip of his cock, circling it, her neck straining as she reached
forward. Carl watched excitedly, loving the contrast of his black
cock with her pale white skin and her lipsticked lips.
Turning her head to the side, Carl pushed the head into her
mouth, choking her. He worked his hips once, then twice, pumping
black fuck meat into white slavegirl slut mouth. Then pulling his
dick from her, he moved to the foot of the bed and knelt between
her legs. Slowly, Carl wiped the wet head of his black dick
through the pink folds of her trembling sex. She opened to him,
the center of her opening inviting him to enter her, and when he
felt it, he moved forward, inching his thick cock into the naked
white girl who was so obviously eager to feel all of him inside
her.
She was tight, but not too tight, and he was amazed by how wet
she was. Little by little he fed all of himself into her, feeling
the back of her yield enough to allow him to put it all inside.
Her pussy clenched at him, squeezing him as he held himself buried
deeply inside. Suddenly Marsha remembered that she could move her
arms and legs at this point, and she raised her knees and planted
her feet on the bed next to him, pushing her sex up at his massive
cock, reaching for his head at the same time with her now free
hands.
Marsha pulled Carl's face to hers, lifting her body from the
bed at the same time, hungry to kiss his pink lips while he was so
deeply embedded in her. His massive chest crushed her breasts, and
he felt her rock-hard nipples pushing into him as her tongue danced
wildly within his mouth.
Reaching back, Carl slid his arms behind Marsha's knees and
pushed them back toward her head as he continued kissing her. He
raised himself slightly, repositioning himself on the bed, and
began fucking his cock in and out of the balled-up little white
girl under him. She grunted with each thrust of his huge dick into
her, but she worked her hips as well, encouraging him to pump her,
to continue his assault on her young sex.
Marsha felt his balls begin slapping at her ass, and almost as
if that was a switch that had triggered it, an explosive orgasm
began racking her body. Carl picked up the speed of his thrusts as
her orgasm began, keeping his mouth pressed tightly against hers,
muffling her grunts as he fucked her with long fast strokes,
driving her tight little butt against the mattress as he slammed
into her.
"Oh, God!", she said, breathlessly, when he finally pulled his
mouth away from hers. She ran her fingers down his chest, toying
with the tight curls of his chest hairs, as he rocked back to a
kneeling position between her legs, his cock still deep inside her.
He pulled her hips up onto him, keeping her drenched vagina tight
around his dick. Without moving his hips at all, she felt him
jerking rythmicly inside her, his big dick continuing to caress the
inner walls of her sex as he calmly looked down at her. He was
waiting, patiently, letting her catch her breath, giving her time
to begin a slow journey back to yet another feverish pitch of
arousal and hunger. His thumb gently rubbed at her clitoris, his
black fingers splayed out across her lower belly, pressing against
her gently.
"Are all black men like this?", she asked, dreamily.
"Are all white men like your Master?", he asked her, smiling.
Marsha smiled back. Silly question.
"If I'm good do you think he'll let me have you often?", she
asked, seriously.
"Honestly? I don't know. If you aren't good, you'll probably
never have me again. I do know that."
"Not even if you wanted it?"
"I'll always want it. Especially now. But I know him, and we
trust each other, and I only take what he gives me."
"Then I'll be the best he's ever had. I'll be the best and
I'll beg to have you. And I'll do anything he wants."
"And what if he says you can never have me again? Even after
all your begging?"
"Then I'll still do anything he wants."
Her hips began rotating as the passion built again in her
body. Thinking of doing anything he wanted was exciting her more
than ever now. Only he could give her what she hungered for so,
including moments like this with Carl.
"You're a horny little tramp, Marsha," Carl said, softly and
without malice.
"Yes. A very horny little tramp who loves your big black
dick."
Carl took her legs in his hands and flipped her over, his cock
still inside, turning her onto her belly, lifting her hips so that
her butt was sticking up at him, her breasts flattened against the
bed. He raised himself to his knees and held her by her hips and
began fucking her doggy style, his juice covered cock sliding
effortlessly in and out of her white and pink cunt.
He felt bigger in this position, and Marsha could feel his
heavy black balls swinging at her lips as he worked back and forth
inside her. His right hand moved under her, and she felt him begin
to rub her clitoris again with his long slim fingers. His left
hand slid back to the center of her ass, and he began pushing his
long middle finger lightly at her anus.
A new jolt of passion coursed through her body, and her belly
rose and fell as she fucked back on the black man who was so deeply
inside her. She tried not to grunt too loudly, but his pounding
member drove her breath out in gasps as he slammed himself against
her from behind.
Marsha was inflamed by her passions, every touch of his finger
on her hard little clitoral nub an electric jolt, every thrust of
his black cock pushing her closer and closer to the edge. His
finger was pressing more insistently on her anus now, and she knew
it would soon pop into her and that the damn would break when it
did.
Almost as if reading her mind, Carl pushed his finger into her
ass, doubling his efforts on her clitoris and fucking her faster.
"Now, white girl! Come for me!", he said, loudly,
interrupting the stimulation of her clit long enough to slap her
hard on the ass with his right hand, and then moving it back under
her quickly to rub her there once more.
The entrance of his finger, his unexpected vocal outburst, and
the sting of his big palm on her naked ass sent Marsha over the
edge, and it was obvious that he would come with her this time as
he pumped his hips rapidly into her. He came loudly, his need
pouring itself out along with his seed as he jerked inside the
kneeling woman, shoving his finger all the way inside her ass,
taking his hand away from her pussy and grabbing her waist almost
in desparation as his white cum spilled out of his black cock.
Finally it was over, and he turned her onto her back, kissing
her body gently from her knees to her mouth, his semi-erect cock
still leaking cum onto her thigh as he hovered over her body and
kissed her mouth.
When their breathing had returned to normal, Carl got up from
the bed and went to the door of the room. With his hand on the
knob he looked back at her.
"You were amazing," he said, softly, and then he opened the
door.
The End
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