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>MRWADE.100 BY MASTER WADE
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> A Letter From Carolyn
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> Part Two
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> When I got my bathing suit back on and left the sex scented room
>there was no sign of Madley. The garage bay door was open again and
>my car was parked outside the station. Raiford was standing by the
>pumps.
>
> "Mr. Wilkes said to tell you he'd send you a bill for the tire,
>Ma'am", Raiford said.
>
> I thanked Raiford and drove home, still in somewhat of a daze by
>the events that had just transpired. I had never done anything so
>nasty in my life, in fact I hadn't even fantasized about anything
>quite like it before. But, without a doubt, it had been the most
>amazing sexual experience I'd ever known.
>
> I probably don't have to tell you what happened in the weeks and
>months to come. Needless to say, I put more miles on that car than
>ever before, desperate to find some excuse to stop by Madley's
>service station. My mind was full of him now, and I found myself
>masturbating and replaying the scene in the back room of the station
>over and over again.
>
> For the first several weeks I was frustrated in the extreme. It
>seemed that Madley was never at the station when I stopped, and even
>when he was, it would be Raiford who pumped the gas, Raiford who
>cleaned the windshield. I always was prepared for it to be Madley,
>and either wore shorts or the bikini, or at least slid my dress high
>on my legs, in anticipation of feeling his gaze on my body once
>more. I even began purposely teasing Raiford, hoping that he might
>say something to Madley that would make him want me again.
>
> Finally, my frustration grew to the point that I just couldn't
>stand it any longer, and I went to the station right at closing time,
>determined to confront Madley. We had never discussed what happened,
>in fact Madley had never said a word to me, even during that
>memorable time together in the back room. But something had to be
>done, I needed him, in ways that I thought only he could understand.
>
> Luck was with me this time, and Madley appeared to be there
>alone. He was rolling in the displays of motor oil and tires from
>the front, preparing to close the station for the night. Rather than
>pulling up to the pumps, I parked directly in front of one of the
>garage bay doors and sat in the car, waiting to see if he would ask
>what I needed.
>
> Much to my dismay, Madley ignored me, continuing to finish his
>chores. I had decided that I was going to have to get out of the car
>and approach him, when he suddenly raised the garage door in front of
>me. Not knowing what else to do, I drove into the bay. It was soon
>evident that I had made the right choice, as Madley closed the door
>behind me.
>
> I had chosen a white summer dress to wear that evening, and
>under it wore only a white garter belt and tan stockings. As I
>opened the door of the car I slid the dress up and when I stepped out
>of the car I knew Madley would be able to see my stocking tops and
>the white garter belt straps. Before I could swing both legs out of
>the car, he was standing there beside the door, his coverall's
>unzipped and his cock in his hand.
>
> Madley reached inside the car and took my head roughly in his
>hands and pulled my face to his crotch, causing me to nearly fall out
>of the car to my knees in front of him. I could feel the rough
>cement floor of the garage tearing my nylons at the knees, but
>nothing mattered to me now except a chance to feel my lips around his
>huge prick.
>
> As is his style, Madley fucked my face, not gently or patiently,
>but as if he were fucking a whore pussy. I gagged with nearly every
>stroke of his huge member, gradually being able to let the huge head
>slide down my throat without heaving. My nostrils were filled with
>the scent of his sex, and as I grew more and more able to take his
>dick down my throat I could feel those heavy cum-filled balls
>slapping against my chin as he fucked me.
>
> I've always liked sucking cock, Master. Even in high school I
>used to gladly suck my dates off, even on the first date, as long as
>I could make it seem as if they had initiated it. Having dick in my
>mouth makes me come really strongly, so I usually masturbate myself
>while I'm sucking, unless of course the man does it for me.
>
> In this case there wasn't any way that Madley could finger me,
>so I took care of it myself, bringing myself to two very quick and
>very strong orgasms before Madley began spurting his fuck into my
>head, in spite of the fact that he came quickly. I guess you could
>say I was primed.
>
> When he was done with my face, Madley wiped the last remains of
>cum in my hair and tucked his dick back in the dirty coveralls.
>
> "That WAS what you wanted, wasn't it, slut?", he asked me
>nastily.
>
> No one had ever called me a slut before, Master, and as I knelt
>there on the greasy floor with cum in my hair and on my lips, I felt
>terribly dirty and nasty. But at the same time I knew that it was
>indeed what I had wanted, and I knew also how many times I had wished
>to be just where I was then, doing just what I was doing. How could
>I argue with his terminology?
>
> "Well, you wanted my cock, didn't you?", he repeated.
>
> "Yes. I did. What do I have to do to get it more often?", I
>asked, brazenly.
>
> "Come around on Tuesday nights. You'll get what you need", he
>said, zipping his coveralls back up, and re-opening the garage door.
>
> There was little doubt that he meant for me to leave then, and I
>did, although a bit reluctantly. I had wanted him to fuck my needy
>pussy, and the thought of having to wait a whole week wasn't
>especially pleasing.
>
> Over the next several weeks I showed up faithfully at Madley's
>on Tuesday nights, making whatever excuses I had to to be away from
>the house and Jim. True to his word, Madley gave me what I needed,
>fucking me nastily and hotly and then sending me home to my husband
>with another man's cum still warm within me.
>
> My addiction to the lurid usage to which Madley put me grew
>rapidly, and soon I was begging him to let me see him more often.
>
> "You know," he said in reply to my pleas, "I just might have
>better things to do with my time than keeping another man's wife
>satisfied."
>
> "But Madley, don't you like me? Isn't it good for you too? I
>try hard to make it good for you, honest I do! What can I do to make
>it better? Just tell me! I'll do anything you want, just tell me
>what it is! I just need it so bad sometimes...and the days go by so
>slowly!" I know I sounded desperate, but I was.
>
> "Well, we'll just see how willing you are to please me. Come
>back on Friday night this week, and if you're a good little tramp
>maybe I'll let you come twice a week." He smiled a wicked smile,
>unlike any I had seen on his face before.
>
> I was thrilled by the chance to prove my desire for him, and
>eager to start seeing him twice a week. Sex with Jim had become so
>meaningless that I dreaded doing it with him, but he didn't seem to
>notice, or care, and as a result, we did it very seldom. Usually,
>when we did, it was mainly because I was feeling especially naughty
>and wanted his cock to be inside a pussy that was still wet with
>Madley's cum. I could come pretty strongly even then, if I thought
>about it in that way.
>
> Friday night finally arrived, and I pulled into the bay as
>usual, eagerly anticipating being with Madley once more. I had begun
>wearing dresses most of the time when I came to see him, even though
>the weather was still very hot and other clothes would have been
>cooler. While he never complimented me on my attire, I fantasized
>that the strong contrast between our surroundings and the pretty
>dresses I wore would be more pleasing to him. For the same reason I
>always wore a garter belt and stockings outfit under the dress.
>
> He stripped the dress from me, tossing it into the car seat and
>pulled my body to his, caressing my warm flesh with his big hands.
>Then he repeated the sponge routine for the first time since our
>initial encounter, drenching me with cool water as I stood before
>him. It was at least as erotic as the first time, perhaps even more
>so than before due to the stockings and high heels I was wearing this
>time.
>
> I stood before him, eyes closed, reveling in the emotions I was
>feeling, when I suddenly felt him grab my right arm by the wrist and
>push my hand backward, only to find it being filled with another
>man's cock. Gasping, I turned slightly to see a naked Raiford behind
>me.
>
> This was so unexpected that it truly took my breath away, but
>the erotic power of being held between the two men was powerful and
>not unwanted in the least. I felt Raiford begin kissing my naked
>shoulder and could feel his cock thickening in my grasp. Madley's
>monster cock was pressing against my stomach now and he was kissing
>me full on the mouth, still holding my arm and beginning to move my
>hand back and forth on Raiford's black dick.
>
> Madley took my hand away from the now fully hard cock and placed
>it between my legs, rubbing my fingers in the wet juice of my sex.
>When my fingers were covered he placed it back on Raiford's meat,
>encouraging me to spread the hot fuck along the surface of the shiny
>black cock, greasing it.
>
> Then, taking his own cock in his hand and bending at the knees,
>Madly began filling me with it, sliding his hot man meat into my
>hungry slut cunt. His strength was such that when he fucked me
>standing up he could lift me from the floor with each thrust of his
>hard prick. As he began pumping me I could feel Raiford taking my
>hand off his cock and directing it to the cheeks of my rising and
>falling ass. The head of his cock was bumping into my anus now, and
>I knew he was trying to fuck me there. I moaned, unsure that I could
>stand having two cocks inside me at the same time, but wanting it
>more than anything at the moment. Madley had fucked my ass, of
>course, so I knew that I could easily take Raiford's smaller cock
>there, but I had never been fucked by two men at the same time
>before, in spite of the many times I had fantasized about it.
>
> I felt the slick black cock head pop into my back hole and soon
>was very much aware of having his dick in my ass. The two men fucked
>me, imprisoned between them, their hands busy on my naked body, their
>mouths licking and kissing me at random. Unlike Madley, Raiford
>seemed to need to talk when he fucked.
>
> "Mr. Wilkes be pumping yo cunt, white trash, and I be putting my
>black meat in yo asshole. Like it, don't ya? You like having
>Raiford's black pecker up yo ass?", he asked, lewdly.
>
> My mouth full of Madley's tongue, all I could do was moan my
>response, which if it had been audible would have been an unqualified
>"YES!!!". I not only liked having Raiford's black cock up my ass,
>but loved being so hungrily violated by two men, and talked about in
>such a nasty way by the dark skinned man behind me.
>
> "Whew, Mr. Wilkes, this white cunt can sho take some dick!!
>Look at the bitch go! Hot Damn!!", he said, excitedly, pounding my
>ass even harder with his slick rod.
>
> I started coming in the middle of Raiford's last vocal tirade,
>quivering and jerking between the two randy slut fuckers as they
>continued lifting me up off the floor with each thrust into me. I
>was not far away from another orgasm when Raiford began squirting his
>cum into my ass, and his excited moans and continued references to me
>as white trash, etc. pushed me over the edge, just as Madley's orgasm
>spilled out into my other fuck hole.
>
> When the two men had pumped me full of their cum, Madley pushed
>me to my knees and allowed me to clean his cock, as well as Raiford's
>with my tongue. I could taste myself on both cocks, and couldn't
>resist rubbing my still trembling pussy to yet another orgasm as I
>licked their meat clean.
>
> When I got home that night I fucked Jim with me on top, hoping
>that some of Raiford's cum would run out of my ass and puddle up on
>his balls. Just thinking about it made me come almost as strongly as
>I did with the two men's cocks inside me.
>
> It seemed that Madley was quite pleased with my response to
>being with both he and Raiford, and I began visiting him on both
>Tuesday and Friday nights. Sometimes Raiford would join us, other
>times he would not, and occasionally there would be some other
>strange man there in Raiford's place, and I would never even learn
>the man's name. Over the next few months I fucked alot of strange
>men in Madley's garage, taking whatever they would give me eagerly
>and with growing passion.
>
>Continued in Part Three...
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MRWADE.137 By Master Wade
Latin Lust
Chapter Eight
Anna Maria and Betty spent most of Sunday together. They rose
early and slipping into jogging clothes took a circular route which
conveniently led them by a Krispy Kreme Donut house, where they
stopped for crullers and coffee.
They showered together, made love and showered together again,
and changing into something more appropriate, had lunch at an inn
not far away where the food was served family style in big bowls
filled with genuine home-cooked delights.
The Redskins were playing Dallas that afternoon. Deciding it
was time to be silly girls together, they dressed in the flashiest
garter-belt and stocking outfits they could find in Anna's lingerie
chest, slid on unthinkably high heeled shoes, donned authentic NFL
Redskin hats which looked marvelously ridiculous in combination
with their lingerie, popped a huge bowl of popcorn, and cheered the
Skins to victory like mad teenage groupies, jumping to their feet
with their backs arched, doing high kicks and anything else their
playful mood demanded of them.
After the game, Betty helped Anna dress, loaded her suitcases
in the trunk of the car for her, and kissed her goodbye tenderly.
There was a part of her that felt cheated, as much as she hated to
admit it, but only because she wanted to be a part of everything
Anna would experience over the next two weeks. Good things come to
those who wait, she thought to herself, and resigned herself to do
just that. If anyone was waiting for, Anna Maria was. That much
was certain.
Paul placed Anna's bags in his guest room, a room which was
decorated in a distinctly feminine way. It was beautifully done,
but she had to wonder how many women had stayed there before her.
"You're the first," Paul said, smiling, perfectly capable of
reading the look of melancholy on Anna's face.
"Oh, so you're a mind reader too, are you?", she said,
playfully, reaching up to kiss him and silently grateful that she
had her answer without asking for it.
"Among other things, yes. Come," he said, guiding her out the
door of the guest room and into the great room, "lets sit and talk
a bit. There is a lot I have to tell you."
They sat on the circular couch that faced the windowed walls.
Paul felt in love with her all over again as he looked at her.
There was a virginal quality about her which wasn't as obvious when
she was dressed more formally, as she always was at work. She wore
a simple dress with a square neckline which stopped just below her
knees when she stood. It was gathered by a row of elastic bands at
her waist, emphasizing her wonderful figure, and was white with
pale pastel flowers adding a splash of color to its design. Her
hair was in a pony-tail, making her look even more youthful and
innocent.
"Do you know what Dominance and submission is, Anna?", he
asked her, taking her hand in his.
"I think so. At least, in nature, and I suppose among people,
it's where one party is the stronger one and the weaker party
submits to him. It can apply to groups of people within a
particular society also, I suppose, sort of like majority's and
minority's. Right?"
"Yes, although I'm speaking of Dominance and submission as it
applies to the sexual relationship between two people."
"Well, in that case I would suppose that one of them would be
dominant, and control the submissive one."
"Exactly. But it's important that you understand that the
submissive person is not necessarily weak. She surrenders. That's
the key word, surrender. It isn't that she is any less a person,
or any less powerful than her dominant party, but she surrenders
herself to his dominance and control."
"I can understand that, yes."
"For many years, more than I care to admit, actually, I have
been strongly aware of my own dominant tendencies in sexual
relationships. While I am not always happy with the term or what
people sometimes imply when it is used, I am what is often referred
to as a Master of sexually submissive women."
"Is that what I am?", she asked, with obvious sincerity and
curiosity, "am I a sexually submissive woman?"
"I think so, Anna. Yes. You've never thought of yourself as
being either dominant or submissive, have you?"
"Not really, no. But then I'm really not very experienced
sexually. I do usually seem to be able to get what I want
sexually, which I guess sounds more dominant than submissive."
"Not necessarily. You get what you want by making those
people who can give it to you want you. You're magical where that
is concerned, I know. I've felt it myself, and I feel it now. But
that isn't being dominant. It is being wonderful sensuous and
attractive, which you definitely are."
"What is it about me that makes you think I'm submissive?"
"Primarily it's the passion that I sense in you when you
surrender. You respond to my dominance, to my strength, to the
understanding that you have inside yourself that giving me what I
want will excite you more than taking what you want from me. Am I
wrong?"
"No, not at all. That's exactly what I do feel when I'm with
you, or even when I think of you."
Paul lifted her small hand and kissed it tenderly, brushing it
against his cheek afterward, his eyes closed.
"During the next two weeks we are going to explore your
sexuality, Anna. Together we are going to learn as much about what
excites and pleases you as we can. We'll go slowly, which is part
of the reason that I asked you to stay with me for two weeks in the
first place. I will ask things of you which may frighten you at
first, or which may at other times seem too silly for words. You
must understand that I'm not testing you, not attempting to measure
you against some standard, or to compare you with other women I
have known. What I will be doing is making an attempt to know and
understand you even more completely than you now know and
understand yourself. The goal of all of this will be to chart a
course for the two of us, to in some way draw a map that we can use
to make our sexual sharing more exciting and wonderful than it
could ever be without this effort."
"It sounds wonderful, Paul. Wonderful, but also so very
serious."
"It's serious only because you are so important, Anna.
Important to me, because I see so much in you that I love and
desire, and because I want you so very much. But it's also
important that you be freed to experience sexual pleasure on a
higher and more powerfully erotic plane than you might ever know
otherwise. You are far to special and wonderful to have it any
other way. Do you trust me?"
"More than I've ever trusted anyone, Paul."
Paul spoke to her at greater length about the term Master, and
the term slave, and what their relationship would be like during
the next few days. He explained to her the importance of being
honest with him about her reactions to the things they did, and
made certain that she knew how to stop him at any time. He made it
clear that she could ask for anything she wanted sexually, but that
she must always accept his decision.
Anna Maria found herself clinging to Paul's every word. His
obvious desire to dedicate himself and his efforts to making sex a
wonderful adventure for them both excited her, and made her even
more determined to do whatever he asked.
"So, are you going to tie me up now?", she asked, eager to
admit that she had heard some things about him.
He laughed softly. "I didn't mention bondage. What makes you
think I would want to tie you up?"
"My friend Betty said that you do that too. At least she
heard that."
"Betty. I don't think I know her, but I'm sure people have
heard many things about me."
"So you aren't into bondage?"
"I didn't say that," he said, smiling warmly. "What do you
and your friend Betty think about bondage?"
"We decided it sounded pretty hot," Anna Maria said, grinning.
"Well, in that case, I expect I should tie you up often, don't
you think so?"
"Yes, I do!"
"Well, you must tell me more about your friend Betty sometime,
and where she got her information about me. Did she tell you that
I often spank naughty girls?"
"No, she didn't say anything about that. Do you?"
"Yes, I do, Anna."
Anna was a bit surprised. She hadn't really thought about the
possibility of being spanked.
"Well, that really doesn't apply to me anyway. I'm always
good."
"I spank good girls too, Anna."
"You do? You'd spank me? Why?"
"Because it would make your pussy wet, and my cock hard."
It was the first time she'd heard him use words like that, but
his frankness and the underlying insistence that he would do as he
pleased excited her.
"Maybe. But it would hurt too, wouldn't it?"
"Yes, it would hurt, Anna. I'll make you a deal. If it
doesn't make you wet, I won't continue doing it. How's that?"
"I never said you could do it the first time, did I?", she
asked, deciding to push him just a bit.
"Would you like for me to put your bags in the car for you
now, Anna?", he asked calmly, standing.
"No, wait. What makes you ask that?"
"You appear to have some reservations. No one is forcing this
on you, Anna. You can leave at any time."
"I'm sorry. Please. Sit down. You can spank me if you want
to. You can do anything."
"Don't say that if you don't mean it, Anna. You must trust
me. If you don't, nothing we do will mean anything."
"I do mean it. I'm really sorry, I just wanted to see how
serious you were. I really do trust you, Paul, completely."
Paul sat back down and pulled her to him. Anna buried her
head in his chest, fighting back tears. His strong arms enveloped
her, soothing her sudden fear that she had blown it all.
"I love you, Anna Maria. I'll never do anything to you that
you don't want me to do." He kissed the top of her head, then
stood again, gathering her up in his arms and carrying her to his
bed.
The room was dark, lit only by the light from the great room
that filtered through the partially opened door. Paul lay next to
Anna Maria on his side, holding her hand and kissing her lightly
from time to time on the cheek as he allowed her the time she
needed to regain her composure.
Anna Maria was frightened, not by Paul or his declaration that
he would spank her, but by the estrangement that she had felt,
however briefly, only moments before. Something he had said kept
running through her mind, over and over again, like an electronic
billboard message: "I'll never do anything you don't want me to
do." How interesting it seemed to her as she lay next to him that
his statement to her was so similar to what she wanted so much for
him to know about her intentions. She wanted him to know that she
would always do whatever he wanted her to do. It was a mutual
promise. She promised to always obey, and he promised to never
disappoint her by what he required of her.
"Paul, would it have been over if I had left just now?", she
asked, still unsure that she knew what his answer would be.
"Do you think I could let you go that easily, Anna?", he
asked, softly.
"You wouldn't have stopped me. You wouldn't have tried, would
you?"
"Tonight? No. But that wouldn't have been the end of it.
Not if you hadn't wanted it to be."
"I would have turned around before I got even half way home.
You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, Anna. I know."
She turned toward him and put her arms around him, kissing him
fully on the mouth. With the kiss all her fears and feelings of
separation began to dissolve. This was not a man to possess, but
a man to be possessed by, and that truth was exactly what drew her
to him so strongly.
Anna slid her hand between them, feeling Paul's growing
erection through his slacks. She took him in her hand and stroked
him gently, touching him there for the first time.
Paul unzipped the dress, touching Anna's bare back gently,
caressing her soft skin. He reached lower and slid her dress
upward, exposing her legs, eager to touch them, eager to have her
dress around her waist. He felt Anna struggling with his zipper,
and turned slightly to allow her more freedom.
There was something about having to fight the restrictions of
the clothes that made this first time more special for both of
them. Perhaps it was a throwback to their youth and their first
sexual encounters, when such small victories as a button undone, or
the hiking of a skirt was major in its significance and its erotic
value.
Paul almost laughed as he thought of this, almost wishing that
he could hear her say, "Paul, we shouldn't." She seemed young
enough and fragile enough to him to make such a statement seem
almost normal, but Anna Maria was only a girl in terms of her
youthful charms and figure. In every other way she was all woman.
Her hand slid into his pants and closed around his naked cock.
It was warm and it jerked in her grasp as she held it. Paul moved
his hips slightly, almost as if fucking her hand, and she began to
stroke him softly, her hand facing the base of him, upside down,
the head of him touching her wrist as he grew longer and thicker.
Paul was playing with her ass now, caressing it, squeezing it
through her panties, staking out his claim, showing her that it was
a favorite part of her body, and one that he would do many things
to, besides spanking it. She moved under him, wiggling sensuously,
confirming his domination of her body, raising herself in an
unacknowledged attempt to make him touch her increasingly wet and
hungry pussy. Finally he moved his hand lower. Pressing first on
the inside of the leg nearest him, and then on the inside of the
one farthest away, Paul spread them apart to allow him access. Her
response was compliant and willing. He placed the flat of his hand
on her panties, feeling the wetness seeping through the crotch, and
the swollen shape of her lower lips. He pressed his hand against
her, his middle finger ahead of the others, pushing her lips apart
gently. Anna moaned softly.
Breaking their kiss, Paul moved his lips to her shoulder,
kissing the part of her back which was exposed by her opened dress.
Anna moved onto her stomach, turning her head to the side, and
raised her ass higher as he continued to press against her with his
strong hand. She moved her wonderfully round little butt up and
down as Paul pushed her panties up inside her. No one had ever
fingered her with like that before, pushing her panties up inside,
entering her but not touching her. She could feel the waistband
being pulled down her cheeks as more and more of her panties were
shoved into her hole. A girl wasn't supposed to let a man push her
panties up inside her pussy. The thought of that made her even
hotter, and she moved her hips more lewdly, encouraging him.
"You like that, don't you, Anna?", he asked, softly,
continuing to kiss her naked back and shoulders.
"Mmmm, yes, I do. It's naughty."
"And you like being a naughty girl?"
"I like it a lot."
"Even if naughty girls get spanked, Anna?"
"Especially if naughty girls get spanked," she said, smiling
to herself.
Paul slid his finger out of her, amused and pleased by the way
her panties stayed inside, a little opened channel lined with silk
and wet with latino pussy juice. Standing, he removed his shirt
and pants. Anna moved as if she were going to get up as well.
"No, stay there. Don't move. I'll do it," Paul said,
stripping the rest of the way and kneeling on the bed beside her.
He very gently slid the dress off Anna's shoulders, tugging it from
under her and down her legs. He folded it carefully and laid it in
the chair next to the bed. She was a vision, lying there with
nothing on but the white panties that were in disarray from being
pushed up inside her. One part of him wanted to kiss her
delightful young body until the sun came up, and another part of
him wanted to use the cat on her and make her cry.
He moved so that his knees were on either side of her legs and
gently tugged the panties down, pulling them free of her clinging
lips and down her wonderful legs. The crotch was soaked, and her
aroma was thick and rich and mouth-watering. Tossing the panties
to the floor, Paul slid toward the end of the bed and began kissing
her legs, beginning at her calves. He massaged her feet, one at a
time, while he kissed the firm but rounded muscles of her legs, in
no hurry to do anything other than enjoy every inch of her.
Anna Maria had never had anyone show such patient pleasure in
her body, not even Betty, and certainly none of the men she had
known in the past. His touch was firm and yet full of gentleness.
It was almost as if he touched her with reverence.
Little by little Paul moved up her legs, loving them more with
each new section he covered with his kisses. In time he had
reached her ass, but his kisses did not stop. He pressed his lips
to her full cheeks, held them apart with his hands, let his tongue
slide from his lips into her crack to tease her and make her want
his touch deeper and deeper.
"Spread your legs, assgirl," he said, wishing he could read
her mind as she heard the words.
Anna opened her legs, shifting her body to move them apart one
at a time. In the process she felt her lips parting and her cheeks
opening, and she thought of his ability to see her secret treasures
now, even before had seen her breasts or her pubic hair, or even
her navel. He seemed to be in no hurry to see the rest of her,
content to enjoy the backs of her legs and her ass. Assgirl. She
liked it.
"Good girl. Now, raise your ass a little. Make it stick up
in the air a bit for your Master."
My Master!, Anna thought. How she loved the sound of it. She
lifted her hips, pushing back with her upper body to raise her ass
higher, per his request.
"You have a wonderful ass, Anna," he said, softly, touching it
lightly with his fingers. "There will be times when your ass will
be all I'll want. I may just want you to show it to me, to perhaps
bend over in front of me and lower your panties. Or I may spend
hours playing with it, fingering your little asshole, licking you
and kissing you there. Or I may fuck it deep with my thick cock,
driving you toward the head of the bed with my thrusts. A good
assgirl will always give her Master her ass, any way he wishes to
have it. Are you my assgirl, Anna?"
"Yes, Master," Anna replied, feeling a rush of moisture
gathering at her lips, "I will always be your assgirl."
Paul knelt between her legs and immediately pushed his tongue
against her anus, by-passing the wet slit below it, in spite of the
hunger he felt to taste her and to wet his face with the juices
that he knew were there. Anna moaned and worked her hips. No one
had ever kissed her there before and his tongue was wet and firm
and she wanted to skewer her asshole on it. Paul pushed as hard as
he could, but she was a tight assgirl and his tongue only flattened
against her.
"I can't get my tongue inside your ass, Anna," he said,
teasingly.
"But Master, I want your tongue in my ass."
"Then we will work to teach you to relax so that Master's
tongue can slide in easily and fuck his little assgirl's ass, won't
we, Anna Maria?"
At that moment there was nothing that Anna Maria wanted more.
"Yes, Master. Please teach me to relax my ass for you." All
this talk of her ass and Paul's conversational tone of voice which
seemed to wrap all the naughty, nasty, dirty words in fine silk
made Anna Maria crazy with desire. He hadn't even touched her
clitoris yet, or sucked her breasts and yet she was afire with lust
and hunger for him to take her and use her any way he wished.
SLAP!! Paul's hand landed heavy on her left asscheek.
"Ouch!", Anna Maria exclaimed, her body jerking, the sting
burning at her tender cheek.
"Now, roll over for me, quickly," he said, moving back to
allow her to turn her body over. When she complied, he moved
between her legs quickly, lowering his head and putting his mouth
immediately on her sex, kissing her wet lips hungrily and sucking
at her hardened clitoris. His hands moved to her breasts and
molded them, his thumb and forefinger searching for and finding her
hard little nipples, twirling them and pinching them lightly as his
mouth caressed her wet cunt.
The suddenness of it all disoriented Anna Maria, and all the
feelings merged together; the sharp stinging pain of his slap, the
incredible sensation of his mouth hungrily working at her wet
pussy, and the tingling eros of his manipulating fingers on her
breasts.
She felt a rush begin somewhere in her which ran through her
body like a bolt of electricity, lifting her hips from the bed.
Her hands flew to Paul's head and she instinctively pulled him
tight against her as the orgasm burned its way through her. With
her head back and her eyes closed tightly, Anna Maria voiced a
plaintive cry which was almost a yelp it was so animalistic. Her
body locked and then shuddered and then locked again. Only dimly
aware that her wail had changed to something more like grunts, Anna
Maria, the attorney who was barely out of law school, bucked her
hot little hips at her Master, fucking his face lewdly with her wet
and trembling pussy.
When it was over she collapsed, weakly, her hands falling to
her sides. Paul moved to lay beside her, his cock a raging demigod
who wanted to fuck this young creature more than it had ever wanted
anything, but denied by the Master who was curiously content to lay
next to her with his hand cradling her breast.
Continued in MRWADE.138....
The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The
Mansion, the adult area of Wade's World BBS (703)-694-5460 (8,N,1,
Ansi Terminal Emulation, 1200-9600 baud).
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