## Archive-name: wade

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser)

Subject: wade.3

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

A Nurse for Monica

As I dialed the phone I wished I had been able to call Donna earlier in the day. There was no guarantee that she would be at home, and if not, my plans for the rest of the evening would be foiled. I was soon smiling, however, as Donna's sweet voice answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Donna, how are you this evening?"

"MASTER!! What a pleasant surprise! I'm fine, thank you! Ohhh, how glad I am you've called! I've thought abou t you all day!"

"Good girl!" I replied with a smile. "Are you busy tonight?"

"No! I'm never busy when you want me, MASTER!"

"I'm glad to hear that. I've been wanting you to meet my wife, Monica, and I was hoping you would come over tonight and let me introduce you to her."

"Does your wife know about me, MASTER?"

"Not yet, Donna, and that's one thing which will make the evening so special. I want you to wear your nurse's outfit, if you will, and I'll be expecti'ng you to play along with me in a very special way with Monica."

"You know I'll do ANYTHING you want me to do, MASTER. Just tell me how you want to use me."

As I told Donna of my plans for the rest of the evening, I could tell that she was becoming very excited so stopped short of telling her all the details simply because I feared she might come just from hearing me talk about it. I gave her enough information to get us started, and I knew that everything would fall into place as thle evening wore on.

I let Monica sleep while I straightened up the house and prepared for Donna's arrival. About fifteen minutes before the time I had told Donna to come, I woke Monica and spoke to her gently about the rest of the evening.

"Monica, you've had quite a full day. It's been a bit of an unusual day for you, and I'm concerned that you may have been injured in some way by all those rough men. I've made arrangements for my doctor's nurse to come over and check you, just to umake sure you're alright."

"Oh, but MASTER, I've never felt better! I loved everything that happened to me today. I'm sure there isn't anything at all wrong with me."

"Still, I will feel much better if we have the nurse look at you and give us her opinion. Get up now, and fix your hair and put the little, white slip on that we bought for you last week and the white high heels, she'll be here shortly."

"Shouldn't I put on a robe?" Monica asked with a rather embarrassed look ron her face.

"No, just the slip and the high heels will be sufficient," I replied. "When you're ready, come into the living room."

Before Monica could prepare herself, the doorbell rang and I opened it to greet Donna. She looked just as lovely as I had remembered her, and was dressed in another white skirt and blouse just like the ones she had worn the other day in the doctor's office.

"Hi Donna. Come right in. Monica will be joining us in just a moment."

"It's nice to see you again, sir," Donna replied as I led her into the living room offering her a seat on the loveseat. I sat beside her, and we exchanged small talk for a moment or two before Monica entered the room. Rising, I introduced the two women.

"Donna, this is my wife, Monica. Monica, Donna is my doctor's nurse that I told you about. We certainly do appreciate your coming over to check Monica, Donna. I love her very much and want to be sure that she's OK."

Monica greeted Donna with oa warm but slightly embarrassed smile. I knew that she felt a bit uncomfortable about wearing just the slip and high heels, but I loved the way she looked, and I knew that Donna did, too. I sat back on the loveseat next to Donna leaving Monica the chair across from us.

"He's really being overprotective of me, Donna. I really feel just fine."

"Well, you have had quite an experience today, Monica, and it's important that you be checked out," I told her with a smile.

Turning to Donna, I began to explain what Monica had been through. "You see Donna, Monica called me from work today and asked me to come home because she needed to have sex...."

Monica interrupted my explanation. "It's not really necessary to tell Donna EVERYTHING, is it, dear?"

I looked at her and smiled and said, "Yes, Monica, it is." Turning back to Donna once more, I continued, "When I got home, I found that Monica was very sexually excited so decided we should go for a ride in the car. But as we were riding along in the car, she kept playing with herself, and the truck drivers we passed along the way..."

"Really, I don't think we need to tell Donna all of this..."

This time I interrupted Monica's interruption. "Donna, please excuse us for a moment. I need to talk to Monica alone." I motioned for Monica to walk ahead of me into the bedroom. Once there, she opened her mouth to speak, but the look in my eyes stopped her. "Monica, you're embarrassing me in front of our g uest. She has been kind enough to come to our home tonight to reassure me that you're alright, and I will decide what she is to be told, not you. But it's obvious that you need to be reminded of who you are and who I am, so assume the "lap position" for your punishment."

Monica was fully aware that Donna would now not only hear the full story of her afternoon, but was also going to hear her receiving a spanking from me, and without another sound laid herself across my lap. Sliding the slip tup over her lovely ass cheeks, I gave her a good spanking, making sure that the sound of my hand slapping her well- fucked ass could be heard plainly in the living room. Monica's cries could also be heard plainly. I could only guess what Monica thought Donna's reaction to this would be, but I knew for sure what was happening in the living room. I knew that Donna would have her hand up under that white dress and that at least two of her fingers would smell like cunt juice when we returned.

Monica's wrists behind her head, and taking the shiny white panties she had worn earlier in the day from the pile of dirty clothes, stuffed them in her mouth to serve as a gag.

Leading her back into the living room, I then guided her to the corner of the room. Making her face the wall with her back to us, I sat down beside Donna to finish my explanation.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes, you see Monica allowed those truck drivercs to watch her masturbate as we rode along, and when we stopped at a rest stop, the car had hardly stopped before she jumped out of the car and, motioning for them to join her, took on a whole gang of them in the men's room." I was purposely avoiding any references to my part in the afternoon's activities because I knew it would be even more humiliating for Monica the way I was telling it to Donna.

"Oh my!" moaned Donna in mock alarm. "How many men were there?"

"Well, I saw 9 men ente r the restroom, but I think there were 11 who left just before she did. I think there were a couple of black maintenance men in there already. I assume that they fucked her, too, although I haven't asked."

"You mean they all raped her?" Donna asked.

"Well, raped is hardly the word, Donna. You see Monica is a slut and loves cocks and the taste of hot cum. She loves to fuck, so it really wasn't a matter of rape. When I brought her home and checked her, I found cum in all her holes, eso I thought it would be best if you examined her."

"Yes, I can certainly understand your concern," Donna replied. "I wish we could do this at the office, however. The examining table would be most helpful with this type of examination."

"Well, we can certainly improvise," I told her. "Why don't we place her on the kitchen table, and I'll hold her legs up for you."

Monica had stood in the corner listening to Donna and I talking about her and the sluttish afternoon she had expserienced, and in spite of everything, had found herself becoming more and more excited with every word. Rising and guiding Monica with my hand on her waist, I led her into the kitchen and watched as she obediently sat on the table edge and laid back on the table. I watched with delight as Donna slid Monica's slip up until it was bunched around her shoulders and neck. I slid Monica's body down toward the end of the table until her ass was positioned just at the edge. Donna sat in the chair directldy in front of Monica's bottom, lifted her legs and spread them open giving Donna full access to Monica's cunt and asshole.

Having followed my instructions to the letter, Donna had brought a bag full of instruments with her, and opening the bag, prepared to examine Monica's holes.

"She is dripping wet. Does she usually get this excited when she is examined?" Donna asked.

"Well, I'm not usually there when her doctor looks at her holes, Donna, but I would think so. Her doctor ise a handsome man, and it takes very little to make Monica wet. Of course she does enjoy being bound and gagged. And the fact that you're another woman no doubt is having an effect on her, as well."

"I see," Donna replied. "Well, she does have a very attractive pussy. And her asshole doesn't look as if it's a stranger to having things placed in it. The way her hair is trimmed to leave her lips slick, but still provide a little patch of hair at the top, is cute too. Was that your idea, or ihers?"

"Mine, of course," I explained. "I saw a pussy like that in an X- rated film once and decided that I would like for Monica's pussy to look like that."

"I'm going to have to soak up some of this juice before I can do the examination properly. I've never seen anyone so wet before." Having said that, she reached in the bag and took out several tissues and began wiping the cunt juice from Monica's slit and ass. I noticed that she was careful to stroke Monica's clit each time she made a swipe with the tissue. Looking up at Monica's face, I saw her eyes opened wide, and smiled at the way she was holding her head up off the table, wishing that she could have a better view of what Donna was doing to her.

"There, that's some better, but I think I'd better hurry with the examination. She seems to be lubricating very quickly."

Donna took out an instrument which I was unfamiliar with, but which I soon learned was used to look deep into a vagina. Sliding the end oft it into Monica's wet cunt, she showed me the very back of Monica's vagina. We could see her cervix easily and the walls of the back of her cunt.

"Well, its obvious that her cervix has been bumped into lots of times in her life, but I don't see any damage to it. Actually the vagina and womb are very resilient parts of the body and can take quite alot. Does she enjoy having her cervix stimulated?"

I had to admit to Donna that I wasn't sure, but that I was sure she would enjoy it. Doonna explained that many women did enjoy it when their cervix was stroked with fingertips, but that not every woman had learned to accept enough of a hand inside her to allow for that.

"I've been wanting to help her learn to accept a hand in her pussy. Do you think her cunt lips are elastic enough to allow for that without any damage?"

"Oh, without a doubt they are. Most women can do that without any problem...babies come out there, you know."

We both chuckled, and Donna removeod the instrument from Monica's vagina and made some adjustments to it in preparation for inserting it in her asshole. Laying it temporarily aside, she said, "Normally a lubricant such as KY jelly would be used on this instrument for anal insertion. But she is lubricating so nicely that I think we can use her own juices for that purpose." Reaching forward with her fingers, she inserted three of them quickly and deeply into Monica's cunt, moving them around and in and out gently, letting the copiousc juic cover her fingers. Monica began to hunch her hips in the air at the touch of Donna's slim fingers inside her.

"Oh my," Donna exclaimed. "I'm exciting her when I do that. Look at her hips move!"

Monica obviously wanted to say something in response, but could only grunt, and as she grunted, her hips seemed to buck even higher off the table.

Ignoring the hunching of Monica's hips, Donna removed the three fingers, eliciting a disappointed moan from Monica, and began to rubb the juices on the shaft of the instrument. Having coated it with Monica's fuck juice, she pressed the end to Monica's anus and slid it in gently.

"Yes, she is obviously accustomed to having things put in her anus. Look how much of the instrument I can insert without any resistance at all."

"I've been training her to accept things in her ass, Donna. She sleeps with a dildo in her asshole every night now and seems to love it."

"My, my," exclaimed Donna. "You do have quite a horny, young wife here, don't you?"

I smiled at Monica and replied to Donna, "Yes, I certainly do, Donna. I bet she's especially horny now, aren't you, Monica?"

Donna and I both watched as Monica nodded her head vehemently and began hunching her ass on the instrument which Donna had inserted in it. Donna left the instrument in her ass, and we both watched Monica fuck her ass against it for a very long time, commenting to each other about how eager she was and how hot and horny she soeemed to be.

"She just stays running wet! I know I've continually commented on it, but I just can't get over how wet she gets." Having said that, Donna leaned forward and licked at Monica's slit with her tongue, gathering a large amount which she then swirled around inside her mouth with obvious delight.

"She really tastes wonderful, as well!" Donna exclaimed, lowering her mouth back to Monica's pussy for more of the glistening juice.

By this point Monica was beside herself wi th passion. To have the attractive, young nurse licking her cunt and fucking her ass with the hard instrument was more than she could stand. Her hips were thrusting wildly up into the air and her head was rolling from side to side. Moans of delight and passion were seeping through the cunt-juice-filled crotch of the dirty panties in her mouth. Concentrating on her clit, Donna sucked and nibbled at it with her experienced lips until, with one huge thrust of her hips, Monica's climax began. I had aIll I could handle trying to hold her legs still as she came, and the air was filled with grunting noises as the passion washed through her body. Finally her moans and movements subsided and she lay limp before us. Things were going nicely already, and the evening had just begun.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.4 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:51:47 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

The Poker Party

In the years since my graduation from college, I've managed to stay in touch with several of the people who were friends of mine during those formative years. Usually once a year, three of my male college friends come to visit and spend the weekend with me. I'd not had the opportunity to introduce them to my new wife, and I looked forward to them coming this year perhaps more than any other in the past.

Monica had heard me mention the three tguys often. Jack was a judge now in one of the bordering states. He'd always been a handsome guy, a bit taller than me at 6'2" and weighing around 200 pounds, and he had somehow managed to stay single all these years. Mark was shorter than Jack and not quite as popular with the women, but still had a good, strong, well-shaped body because of the bicycling that he did almost every day. He was an examiner with the Federal Reserve System and was the father of two young boys. Tony was of Italian desicent and had that dark hair and olive colored skin that so many women love. His mustache and his big muscles from years of weight lifting made him a favorite of lots of women. Married twice before, Tony was now single once again.

I didn't have to tell Monica that I'd be sharing her with my friends while they were here. Just my avoidance of the subject was all the confirmation that she needed. Her training had taught her that unless I told her otherwise in advance she was to assume that she hwould be my slave when we were in the privacy of our home, and that included those times when there were others present. As the arrival of the guys grew closer, I could sense her excitement growing.

I had sent each of the guys a letter explaining Monica's role as my wife-slut and had told them that she would be serving them over the weekend while they were here. They knew me well enough to know that I wasn't kidding about it when they got the letter, and while the letter did result in some eixcited phone calls from them, everything was set and they were really anxious to come.

They all flew in to the nearest airport on Friday afternoon and rented a car together for the drive to our little town. I had told them to call me when they got to the airport to give me time to prepare things for them. I'm sure Monica wondered if Friday afternoon would ever come. In the days between her introduction to our nurse friend, Donna, and the arrival of my college buddies, she had been extremely hot, and I had to make her masturbate at least 3 times each day just to keep her calm enough to function normally. I fucked her during that time as well, of course, but a guy can't just stay home and fuck all the time, you know.

I came home early on Friday to make sure that Monica had the house ready for my friends. I had instructed her to make sure there were clean sheets on the beds and clean towels in the bathrooms and had told her to douche and give herself an enema around 2:00 so that sohe would be nice and clean, too. When I got home that afternoon, I checked to see if she had followed my directions. Everything seemed to be in order, except that if she douched it was difficult to tell from the state her pussy was in. She had always lubricated freely, so it wasn't too surprising to me to find her cunt extremely wet and aromatic when I checked her holes. I had her squat in the shower and douche once more for me to make sure that she would be as clean as possible, although I was sure that wouldn't last long.

After watching Monica douche, I laid out her outfit for the evening on the bed for her. I chose a tiny pair of pink panties which had almost no back to them at all, mostly just a strap which slid into her crack and often seemed to work its way between her cunt lips, as well. It would just barely cover her trimmed cunt hair in the front. In addition to the panties, I laid out the pink high heels and a nice, little summer dress that I had allowed Monica to modify jmust a bit in order to make it more sluttish. It was a pretty, pink sundress which had a very low cut top with just little, thin straps holding the top up. When we had bought it, it had already been quite short. But I had allowed Monica to hem it some more, making it just barely long enough to cover her ass when she stood. I also had her cut a three inch slit in each side of the dress from the bottom up.

Before allowing her to dress, I laid her on the bed and rubbed lotion all over her body , wanting it to be nice and smooth to my friends when they touched her. It soon became evident that she was going to have to douche again before they came, so I allowed her to do that before she dressed.

She'd just finished dressing when the door bell rang, so I instructed her to assume "the position" in the foyer prior to my opening the door. I led her to the foyer and watched as she knelt on the floor, sitting between her feet and placing her hands behind her back and lowering her head. T he short dress rode up just enough in that position to make her pantied crotch easy to see. And her arms behind her back allowed her hard nipples to push through the thin fabric of the dress.

Finding her position pleasing, I opened the door to greet my friends. As they came in we exchanged pleasantries and they stood around rather nervously as we chatted just inside the door, glancing down at Monica frequently, and no doubt wondering when I was going to introduce them and how long I was goin g to require her to stay in that position with her head bowed and her eyes lowered.

"This is my slave, Monica," I said extending my hand to indicate the kneeling woman in front of them. After allowing them to all look at her and giving them a chance to see that she didn't lift her head or speak even though they were speaking to her, I reached out and took her elbow and allowed her to stand and return their greetings. She spoke to each of them warmly, but in a reserved manner, an embarrassed lrook on her face as their eyes roamed over her.

"Show my friends how glad you are that they are here, Monica," I instructed.

"Yes, Master," she replied and moving from one to the other of them, she wrapped her arms around their necks and kissed them deeply on the mouth. She kissed each of them just long enough to make sure that their cocks were stirring in their pants. When she had finished, she moved back to my side and hooked her arm in mine.

"Bring your luggage on in guys," I isaid. "We've got alot of catching up to do!

Monica prepared a nice meal for us as we sat in the living room and talked about what all had occurred in the year since we had seen each other. While it was cooking, she set up the card table and chairs in the living room, doing an excellent job of showing off her sweet, little body to my friends in the process.

"Are we gonna play cards?" asked Tony.

"Yep. I thought after we ate dinner we'd play a little poker. The winner for the evrening gets to have Monica sleep with him tonight."

The idea of winning Monica for the evening excited all of them, and I knew we would have a spirited night of poker.

Before long Monica announced that dinner was served, so we sat around the dining room table and enjoyed the excellent meal she had prepared. Monica was allowed to eat in the room with us, standing and eating from her plate on the serving board at the end of the room. We sat around the table afterward, allowing our food to settle and giving Monica a chance to remove the dishes and clean up the kitchen before moving into the living room once more to begin the card playing. My friends seemed to really be enjoying themselves and were certainly warming to the idea of having a sexy, young slave at their disposal for the weekend.

While the cards were shuffled and dealt, I invited the guys to feel free to touch Monica whenever or however they pleased, and told them that they would find her very receptive to everythingv that happened the rest of the evening. I didn't have to say any more than that, and as she moved around the table bringing us drinks and snacks, they each reached out to fondle her ass and legs and tits, allowing their hands to roam up under the short dress. Monica stood obediently still whenever she was being fondled and did not move away until she received a sign from me to do so. As I had instructed, she did not speak unless spoken to, and although it was obvious to all of us that she was extwremely excited, she stood quietly and merely closed her eyes when she was being fondled.

After a couple of rounds of being fondled, I asked Monica if she was enjoying herself.

"Oh yes, Master. Your friends are very nice, and it's so kind of you to allow me to serve them!" she replied with a smile.

"Good girl! Remove your dress and panties now, Monica," I instructed in a level voice.

Monica lifted the short dress over her head and slid the tiny panties off her ass, twistinga her hips slightly to the right and then to the left as she worked them lower and stepped out of them. Tossing the dress and panties on the floor beside her, she stood quietly allowing us all to look at her nakedness. We all stared at her with interest, and the other guys complimented her on her perky tits and her nicely trimmed bush. Upon my signal she turned around, allowing them to observe her tight, young ass which elicited more compliments from them.

"You may lay on the floor and fingear fuck yourself now, Monica," I said.

She lay on her back on the floor near the table. Opening her legs wide and bending her knees, she began rubbing her clit and working her fingers in and out of her pussy. After watching for a few moments, we continued to play cards, only occasionally glancing over at her as she fingered herself to the brink of an orgasm.

"May I pleeeeasssee cummmmmmmm now, Master!!??" she moaned.

"Do you need to come badly, my little slut?"

"Oh yesssss, Master. I need to come soooooo badddddd!!!!"

"Will you suck us all if I let you come now, little, slave-slut whore?"

"Oh yesssss, Master!!!! I love to suck cocks...please, pleaseee, let me come now. Pleassssssssseee!!!!"

"You'll crawl under the table and take our cum if I let you come now, Monica?"

"Anythingggg, Master. You know I'll do anythinggggg. Just please, oh please, let me come!!!!!!"

"You may come then my little, cocksucking slave," I said with a smile and a wink to my friends.

We all watched as Monica hunched her naked hips into the air, using both hands on her dripping wet fuck hole. With her left hand she was rubbing her clit, and she had three fingers of her right hand deep in her cunt, pumping them in and out as if she needed to be fucked more than anything else in the world.

Finally, with a loud moan, the rapid thrusting of her hips turned into a slow, rhythmic, circular hunch, and her orgasm began sweeping over her. Her moans Hbecame animal grunts and the sound of her fingers fucking in and out of her sloppy, wet hole filled the room. Finally, her grunting and fingering slowed to a stop and she collapsed, a sweaty, panting, trembling bundle of skin and juice.

We continued to play cards as she recouped her energy. After about ten minutes she crawled on her hands and knees under the table to begin her service of our cocks. I felt her mouth nibbling at my cock through my pants, but aware of the excitement of my frienmds and wanting her mouth to already be wet with cum when she sucked me, I pushed her head away toward Tony's lap who was seated to my right.

She took her time with each man, licking and kissing each dick as if it were a lollipop. She made it very obvious to each of us that cocksucking was indeed something which she did because she liked it - no, loved it - and not simply because she was my slave. Each of us in turn spilled our hot fuck into her eager mouth and felt the lingering sucking of hker mouth afterward milking and drawing every little drop of spunk from us into her hungrily.

By the time she had finished sucking us all, we had completed the previously specified number of hands and had declared a proud and happy Tony the night's winner. I explained to Tony that Monica would spend the night in the bed with him and that he could choose to sleep if he desired or he could use her in any way he chose.

"Just remember," I said with a smile, "that we have two more days to go,y and if you wind up sleeping all day tomorrow, you'll miss some fun."

While Tony contemplated his delicious dilemma, I told the group that it was still a bit early to call it a night and suggested that we each take turns fucking Monica in her bed until it got to be bedtime. They all agreed, so I sent Monica into the bedroom, instructing her to lay on her back and take us all until we decided to stop. She did as I requested, and allowing my friends to go first once more, we began filling her ciunt with cum one at a time, watching TV in the living room in between fucks, allowing our cocks to rest and our balls to refill with more cum to pump into her.

The first time I fucked her, I discovered that she had merely been fucked in her middle fuck hole by the other guys, so I, of course, reminded them that she did have two other holes in which to take cum. On my second trip into the bedroom to pump her, I discovered that they had taken my advice and her ass and mouth had both been shot intso on the second round. Gradually the guys began dropping out, Tony because he had the rest of the night, and Jack simply because he couldn't get it up any more. Mark finally decided that he was ready for bed, so I entered the bedroom for the last time to hold Monica and talk to her about the evening before sending her to Tony's bed for the night.

Realizing how dripping wet she was with sweat and cum and her own juices, I suggested that she take a warm bath following our talk so that she woul d be nice and clean for Tony.

"You've been a very obedient and extremely pleasing slave, my sweet, darling slut," I said proudly.

"Oh, Master, I've had a wonderful evening. I really wish that I could sleep in your arms tonight, but I understand your wanting to share my body with your friends. I loved the cum and the hard bodies laying on me fucking my holes with their hard cocks, and I look forward to being your slave tomorrow, as well. Thank you so much, Master, for knowing who I am and what I am, and for using me so wonderfully!"

Kissing my precious wife warmly on her full lips, I sent her off to her bath and rolling onto my side fell asleep with a contented smile on my face knowing that Tony had won the poker game of his life.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.5 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:52:18 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

The Poker Party
part two

I awoke the following morning to find my cock growing hard in Monica's mouth. I pretended to be asleep and lay quietly feeling her mouth suck my thickening meat. She sucked it so lovingly and so patiently. Not as if she had a goal of making me come quickly, but as if she was simply entertaining herself. When my cock had hardened completely, she kissed her way down the shaft to my balls, and taking my cocnk in her hand, began to kiss and suck at my balls with the same kind of patience she had shown with my cock. Her hand slowly moved up and down the shaft as her kisses eventually moved below my balls, and she began to lick and suck at my asshole.

Although I tried my best to be unresponsive, wanting to allow her to continue for as long as she wished, her touch soon became more than I could stand and I began moving my hips, giving away my awakened state. While I'm sure she knew I was awake, she knever looked up, but kept trying to insert her tongue in my ass as her hand slid up and down my cock. Her strokes kept time with the movement of my hips, and as I felt myself growing nearer and nearer to orgasm, they increased their speed appropriately. Finally the warm spunk she had coaxed from my balls shot up through my shaft and shot out onto my belly and her pumping hand. She continued to lick and press her tongue at my asshole while her hand milked my cock draining every drop of cum from it.r

When my cock began to soften, she raised her head and looking in my eyes, began to lick the cum from her hand hungrily. Having cleaned her hand, her mouth moved to my belly where her tongue licked out at the gobs of white cum which lay there. When she had gotten it all, she crawled up over my body and lay atop me, kissing my neck and breathing in my ear, "Thank you, Master, for your cum."

We lay in bed for a long time that morning, both of us reliving the previous evening's excitemente in our minds and thinking about what lay ahead.

"How did your evening with Tony go?" I asked.

"Ohhh, Master, your friend, Tony, was very kind to me! He used my mouth all night long until he finally fell asleep. The first two times he simply let me suck him, but then he began fucking my mouth while he lay over me, humping his hips and thrusting his big dick into my mouth as if it were a cunt!" she explain excitedly. "And he also let me play with myself while he was using my mouth...hem's a very nice man."

"I'm glad that it went well, sweet slave," I said with a knowing smile. "Were you able to sleep any at all?"

"Yes, Master, I slept for a couple of hours, and when I woke up I wanted your cum so much. I hope you didn't mind me sneaking in here as I did."

"No, you did fine, darling girl. I'm sure Tony will be out for another hour or so anyway. He's not used to having evenings like he had last night, I'm sure."

Monica and I showered together, and I laidr out her clothes for our morning with my friends. I had chosen something which would be in one sense a bit demure when I had allowed her to wear the dress the day before. But now that she had been properly introduced to my friends as the slave-slut that she was, there was no need for as much clothing. I picked out the black garter belt, the black seamed stockings and the black high heels and laid them on the bed.

I watched Monica dress with delight. She had taken readily to all the trainineg I had given her, and the results were certainly paying off. I had made a tape many years ago which was a compilation of women putting on stockings. As a part of her training, I had allowed Monica to watch the tape and learn the proper way to hold her leg up and out and the way to point her toes as she slid each stocking up her leg. She had learned the importance of smoothing the stockings out with her hands and how to attach the garters in the most seductive of ways. And last, but not least, shes had learned how to stand and turn before the full length mirror, making sure that the seams were straight in back. I knew, and Monica was learning quickly, that the key to being a really good slave-slut was in paying attention to all the little details.

She busied herself in the kitchen preparing our breakfast while clad only in the garter belt, stockings and high heels. Slowly the other guys began to stir and to come in for their morning meal.

After breakfast, we retired to the living eroom while she cleaned up the kitchen. We discussed the previous evening, and of course, Mark and Jack were anxious to hear how Tony had enjoyed having the sexy slut in his bed for the whole night. Tony grinned like a Cheshire cat and told us about the use he made of Monica's very willing and seemingly insatiable mouth. It was obvious that the other two guys were envious and were hoping that their turn would come as well.

"Are we going to get a chance to have her for the whole night, too?" ,asked Jack.

"Well, in order to be fair about it, I want each of you to be able to spend a night with her in your bed. The only competition today will determine which of the two of you gets her tonight and which one will have to wait until tomorrow night," I explained.

"And how will we decide that?" Mark asked.

"I've invented a little electronic device that I think may prove helpful with that," I said. "I call it a Slut Meter, and it measures the strength of a slut's orgasms. At gone point in the day we will connect Monica to the Slut Meter and allow you and Jack to see which of you can provide our little slave with the strongest orgasm. The winner of that contest will have her in his bed tonight."

"Where did you ever come up with an idea for such a thing as that?" Tony asked.

I smiled proudly as I explained. "Several years ago I was invited to a party by a friend who lived in California. This friend was a doctor who was doing research on the muscles and their response to different kinds of stimuli. He showed me the device that he used and the way that he attached it to lab animals. It was really a rather simple device, mainly a series of electronic leads with sensors which attached to different parts of the animal's body and a meter which registered the movement which those muscles made. It was only after I met Monica that I began to get the idea for using such a device in measuring her orgasms. She isn't aware that I have such a thing, but she wills soon know."

"It's a bit early for that, though," I said. "We have some other things to do before we get started on that portion of the day's activities. Are you guys too worn out from yesterday for more sex now, or are you still as randy as ever?"

"Seeing Monica in that black garter belt this morning is all I needed to make me ready for more sex," sighed Jack.

"Me too!" echoed the other two men almost simultaneously.

"Good! I know Monica would be disappointed if we spent itoo much time today ignoring her. She's having a wonderful time."

Calling Monica in from the kitchen, I motioned for her to sit in the straight-backed chair I had positioned in the front of the room and stood behind her as I spoke to my friends.

"By now I'm sure you're aware that Monica is an extremely oral little slut who loves to suck cock and loves the taste of hot cum spewed into her mouth. There are still some things, however, that you don't know about Monica. One of those thingso is how much pleasure it gives me to see her perform in front of other people, and how accomplished she is becoming at it."

"Monica's training is not complete yet by a long shot, but she has learned alot about the art of being a slave, and you will notice that as she sits before you, her legs are opened wide and the lips of her trimmed cunt are easily observable. You will also notice that her hands are behind the chair as if they were tied there, and that the positioning of her hands causes h er breasts to push out toward you and gives you a good view of her nipples."

"I want her to give you a more complete view of her private parts than you have at the moment, even in her current position. Monica dear, stand in front of Tony and show him how hard your nipples can become."

Monica obediently walked over to Tony, and standing as closely as possible to him, began pinching and pulling at her nipples. Her eyes were focused directly on his eyes as her fingers worked on her nipplehs.

"Monica loves to have her nipples pinched really hard. As you will see later on during the weekend, her nipples can withstand a great deal of pressure and her pussy gets very, very wet when they are played with and used. Now...let Tony pinch them, Monica."

Monica reached out and took Tony's big, strong hands and placed them on her breasts. She kept her hands on his wrists as he kneaded her soft flesh in his palms and pulled her breasts out away from her body.

"Roll her nipplles between your thumbs and forefingers, Tony," I instructed.

He did as I had asked, and as his fingers tweaked and twirled the hard nubs, Monica's head rolled back and her eyes shut. Her hands were now rubbing his arms gently as he pinched and pulled ever harder on her lengthening nipples.

"Now, Monica dear, move over to Mark and let him see just how wet this has made your little, dirty, tramp-slut cunt."

Reluctantly she removed Tony's hands from her breasts, and moving directly gin front of Mark, she stood with her legs open. Reaching between her legs with both hands, she gripped the outer lips of her cunt and pulled them outward, exposing the inner part of her now dripping wet hole.

"Mark, notice how wet the stimulation of her nipples has made her. Look how the juices are thick inside her inner lips and how they have leaked out onto her thighs."

Mark eagerly bent down and looked closely at Monica's open and exposed cunt which she so compliantly held open for hoim.

"Pinch one of her nipples and watch as the juice begins to almost run from her hole."

Mark reached up and took her left nipple in his fingers and began to pinch really hard. He chuckled softly as the cunt juice bubbled in her middle fuck hole and began to drip onto the carpet between her legs.

"Now, Mark, take your free hand and thump her clit with your middle finger. Thump it as if you were playing caroms and trying to shoot the "shooter" carom across the board. Thump it r eally hard."

Holding his middle finger back with his thumb, Mark moved his hand close to her pussy and letting it fly with great force watched as the tip of his middle finger smacked her hard clit with an audible smack.

Monica's body jerked and her head rolled back and then forward again.

"Thump it again, harder," I instructed.

Quickly, Mark once more thumped the little slut's clit, this time eliciting a moan from her and causing her to bend her legs a bit at the knee.

h "Doesn't that hurt?" asked Jack.

"Does it hurt, Monica?" I asked teasingly.

"Yesssss, Master. It does hurt. Very much!" she breathed.

"Do you want us to stop doing that, Monica?" I asked.

"Nooooooo, Master, pleasssse don't stop thumping my hard, slut clit! It makes my pussy tingle so!!!"

Smiling at the three of my friends, I told Mark to continue thumping her clit and to note what happened to her juice flow as he did. I also suggested to Tony that he take over frotm Mark and pinch both of Monica's nipples for her while Mark was thumping her. Monica's fingers were pulling at her cunt lips now, stretching them and rubbing them.

"Monica, let Mark slide the fingers from his free hand up your twat now and reach back and expose your asshole to Jack by pulling open your ass cheeks. Jack, why don't you move around behind her so you can see how her ass cheeks clinch every time Mark thumps her clit? You might also notice her asshole opening and closing."

i Jack moved around behind the now trembling little slave and watched as she spread the cheeks of her ass open wide, allowing him to see her asshole plainly. Mark began inserting his fingers in her deliciously juicy cunt and pumped them in and out of her as he continued to thump her clit with the middle finger from his other hand.

"Ohhhhhh, Master!!!!...it feels soooooooo good!!! Please may I have something in my ass, Master?"

"Wet your finger with some of the juice on her thigh and slihde it up inside her ass, Jack. I'll get something she'll like even better than your finger while you get her lubricated."

Having said that, I walked to the bedroom and returned with the small dildo which Monica had become accustomed to having placed in her ass each night before she was allowed to sleep. Handing it to Jack, I instructed him to insert it slowly after coating the tip in some of the juice that was puddled on the floor between her legs.

"That's it. Now fuck it in and out o f her ass like a cock...she loves it!"

"Unnnnngggggh!!! Yesssssss!!" Monica moaned as she felt the dildo being fucked in and out of her ass. "More!!!...please give me more!!!!"

The sight was more than I could bear, and I took my throbbing cock from my pants and began to stroke it as I watched the three men using my nearly naked wife in front of me. Her head was rolling in small circles now, and her moans and cries came nearly continuously now. I knew her orgasm was not far away. Shre stood with her knees bent and her hips fucking back and forth on the hard intruders in her cunt and ass. Tony's fingers were pulling and pinching her hard nipples violently now as the other two men fucked her.

"Pleassssssse, Master!!! May I come now??!!! Pleasssssse!!!"

My own orgasm was not far away either, and I was silent only for a moment before shouting out breathlessly, "Yes, precious tramp slut whore, come for the men who are watching and using you! Come like the trembling fruck hole that you are!! Come now!!!!"

Her fingers dug hard into the cheeks of her ass and her hips pumped even more rapidly as the moans she had been emitting turned into a high pitched scream. Her extremely strong orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, and in the middle of it, she lost her balance and had to reach out to grab the shoulders of Tony and Mark to keep from falling. As her passion slowly subsided, she stood erect once more, and placing her hands behind her head her breathy voiace asked weakly, "Master, may I sit?"

"You may kneel in front of me and lick up the cum that I spilt on my thighs and stomach, Monica. And when that is done, you may rest."

The four of us sat quietly while Monica completed her assigned task. We had all been witness to a very special moment. A moment which would normally be a very private moment for a woman, but which for this woman had been shared with four men. When she had finished licking up my cum she sat in the submissive positsion she had been taught on the floor at my feet, her head bowed. For a long time none of us spoke. To a man, we were all still a bit in awe of the passion we had just witnessed. And we knew there was more to come.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.6 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:52:47 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

The Poker Party
part three

As I sat in the chair with Monica sitting beside me in the floor it slowly dawned on me that my three friends still had needs. They had been so busy working on Monica that they hadn't had the chance that I had to come. There could be little question of them needing it. Not after having seen Monica come so strongly only moments before.

"Monica, our friends no doubt have cum to dump," I said matter-of - factly.

"How may I serve you, Master?" she asked submissively.

"How many holes do you have, Monica?"

"I have three fuck holes, Master."

"And how many of your slut, fuck holes are empty at the moment, Monica?"

"They are all empty, Master," she replied with a sigh.

"And how many cocks do our friends have, my little whore?"

"Three, Master!...three wonderful cocks!" she beamed.

"I want you to take our friends into our bed, Monica. And I want you to tnake one cock in each hole and let them all three fuck you at the same time until they spew their hot cum into you. Would you like that?"

"Yesssssss, Master!!...I need to be fucked so badly, Master, and I love cocks so very much!! Pleassssse may I take them all now?"

As she spoke the desires of her body, her hand moved between her legs and began rubbing her clit.

"Yes, Monica...do it now....take all three of them, and fuck them well...and when you are done, come tell me which man shot his cum in which of your holes."

She rose slowly, and walking over to the men and stroking Tony's cheek, said sexily, "My Master is allowing me to be the receptacle for your cum....please come dump it into my eager holes!"

With that, she walked toward the bedroom, her naked ass swaying deliciously as she moved. My friends followed almost as if in a trance, shaking their heads in disbelief as they walked behind her.

While Monica was serving our friends, I took the time to plani the activities for the rest of the day. I had just about decided to go set up the Slut Meter when the phone rang.

"Master!..he was called out of town unexpectedly on business, and won't be home until tomorrow at lunch! May I serve you in some way?" Donna's wonderfully sexy voice crooned her request.

"Hi, Donna. You did right in calling me. However, I have some guests over, and I'm not sure that this is the right time for me to....no, wait a minute..I think it would be great for you tto come over today!...yes, it will work out just fine. Dress in something very sexy and come over at about 2:00...that should give us time to finish lunch, OK?"

"Ohhhh, yes!! Master, I'm so glad that you can use me. I'll see you at 2:00 then!!" she responded excitedly.

Hanging up the phone, the wheels really began to turn in my mind now. The unexpected, but delightful, addition of Donna to the day's activities would make for some interesting changes in the plans I had made. Very, dvery interesting!

I hadn't been off the phone with Donna long when Monica walked in and stood before me. Her hair was disheveled and there was a spot of cum still on her chin.

"Master, our guests have fed me their cum. Will it please you for me to give my report now?" she asked obediently.

"Yes, Monica, admit to me how your slut body has been used," I replied firmly.

"I was fucked thoroughly in all my holes, Master. Tony gave me his cock in my asshole, Jack shot a large ahmount of cum into my mouth and Mark fucked my slut cunt. All my holes have been sprayed well with their fuck as you requested."

"I can see the cum on your chin, Monica. Open your mouth and let me see if there is cum remaining there," I instructed.

Bending over in front of me and opening her mouth wide, she allowed me to search for traces of sperm in her mouth. I found much more than traces, and realized that she was awaiting my permission to swallow Jack's fuck.

"You may swallouw now, Monica," I said.

"Thank you Master," she said, and I watched as she swallowed the large gobs of his cum down her throat.

"Now, open your cunt for me and let me check for cum there, Monica."

She obediently opened her legs and bent at the knee, pulling her lips out and letting me look into the opening of her cunt. There was cum there, as well.

"Yes, I can see it....now turn around and show me your bottom fuck hole."

Her ass cheeks still were a bit red from her a ss fucking, and when she bent over there was white cum still oozing out of her hole.

"You have pleased your Master, Monica...you may go prepare lunch for us now."

"Would my Master like for me to clean up first?" she asked.

"No, leave their cum in your holes for now...just go fix lunch as I asked," I said rather sternly.

"Of course, Master," she replied and went into the kitchen to prepare our mid-day meal.

Later on, after we had all eaten and Monica had cleaned up the kitchen, we gathered in the living room once more.

"What do you have planned for us this afternoon?" asked Jack.

Looking at my watch, I replied happily, "I have a special treat for you this afternoon. A treat which Monica isn't even aware that I'm going to be able to provide. While the three of you were using my little slave so adequately earlier, the phone rang. It was a new friend of our's named Donna who was calling to ask if she could come over to visit today."

I looked at Monica and noticed the small grin that appeared on her face. I smiled back at her and continued. "One of the things about Monica that you've not had the opportunity to observe yet is that she is being trained to be bi as well as being allowed to enjoy the pleasures that men can provide. I thought you might find a little show by two bi-sluts interesting entertainment this afternoon."

This announcement brought big smiles to the faces of our friends and excited jabbering about how they had alwahys wanted to experience what we were going to be able to provide for them.

"Is this Donna a lesbian, or what?" asked Tony

"No, Donna is a slave-slut just as Monica is," I replied patiently. "But to answer your question more completely and honestly, I will say that Donna really finds being with Monica extremely exciting and enjoy's dominating her, while Monica is at the moment learning the world of the bi-slave, and is predominantly participating in bi-sexual activities merely to please moe. I think you will find, though, that it is difficult to tell that by the responsiveness which Monica displays. It should be quite exciting."

Just then the door bell rang and I opened it, inviting Donna into the living room. She was dressed in a lovely, red, wrap-around dress which came just above her knees and red high heels. Monica sat obediently on the floor with her head bowed as I introduced Donna to the men. Following the routine round of name giving, I stood beside Donna with my arim around her waist and said, "This afternoon Donna will be submissive to me, but dominant with Monica. That will in effect make Monica the slave of a slave, which is of course a very submissive position to assume. Donna will do everything which I tell her to do, but she will also be free to direct Monica to do anything which she might desire for her to do."

I could feel Donna's body begin to tremble as I talked. "Until you are told otherwise, I would appreciate it if you would merely observe our two slave-sluts as they perform for you...of course, you may feel free to masturbate at any time if you feel the need...which I expect you may very well do," I continued.

Turning to address Donna, I directed her to stand in front of the three men and lift her dress to her waist, displaying her legs and panties to them. She slid the soft material up slowly revealing her lovely legs which were encased in tan nylons and held up by a pretty, red garter belt. Her panties were red, as well, asnd barely covered her sparsely-haired pussy.

"Now, show our guests your nipples, Donna," I commanded.

Dropping her dress, she opened the top and pulled it to the sides. She wore no bra, and her nipples had already grown nearly a half-inch long. The contrast between her full, round breasts and Monica's smaller ones was not lost on our guests, who whistled with appreciation.

"Monica, remove Donna's dress for her now," I directed.

Rising eagerly, Monica moved to Donna, and staonding behind her in order to allow our guests to see, reached around to untie the belt holding Donna's dress together, and opened it. She then slid it gently off her body, kissing her shoulders and back as the material fell away. She folded the dress neatly and laid it on the table next to the couch.

"Monica, greet Donna properly now and tell her who you are."

Monica moved back to Donna, and sitting in front of her in the submissive position so familiar to us all by now, said with her hetad bowed, "I am your slave-slut, Mistress Donna, and I am pleased that you are here to use me in whatever way you choose. May I rise and kiss you please?"

Looking at me for approval and receiving it, Donna began to assume her role as Monica's mistress. "Yes, slave...rise and give yourself to me," she said with authority.

Monica stood and, pressing her body against Donna's, kissed her with open mouth, running her hands over Donna's back and squeezing her ass through the red panties. Dponna returned her kiss enthusiastically and pulled her submissive body tightly against her own.

The sight of the two garter-belt-clad women locked in a deep kiss in front of them was beginning to have an affect on the three men, and I watched with a smile as I saw them licking their lips and beginning to rub their cocks through their pants.

Donna's hands now moved to Monica's head and pressed it downward toward her chest. Monica kissed her way along Donna's neck and across her chest to her breasts, taking the right one in her mouth and sucking on it delightedly. Donna ran her hands through Monica's short hair as she suckled her tit. Moving her head back some now, Monica took the hardening nipple between her lips and sucked on it, feeling it grow longer and harder. Her teeth pulled and bit at it, eliciting a moan from her mistress. Donna was breathing hard now and her voice broke as she gave her slave the next command.

"Take my panties off, Monica, and lick me...now!!"

n Reluctantly leaving Donna's beautiful breasts, Monica kissed her way down the flat belly, her hands moving to the pretty and now soaking wet panties covering Donna's aching cunt. She slid them down the sexy legs and tossed them aside as her mouth moved to the wet pleasure pit in front of her. Donna opened her legs wider and pressed Monica's face against her crotch.

Reaching out to pick up the pretty panties which had landed near my feet, I held them to my face to smell the aroma of Donna'fs cunt juice and then tossed them across the room to the other men. They in turn sniffed the crotch, smiling at the soaked fabric and the delightful smell.

Monica was now eating Donna eagerly, licking her slit from her asshole to her clit, and Donna was humping her hips with earnest. I watched as Monica's right hand moved between her own legs and began to rub her hard clit. Donna had noticed, as well.

"Ohhh, so the little slave-slut is getting off on eating pussy, is she?" Donna aske d in mock disgust. "In that case, lay down on your back and open your legs for the men so they can see you finger your slave-slut hole, you tramp!"

"Yessss, Mistress!" Monica replied and lay back on her back spreading her legs with her pussy pointed at the three men on the couch. Her right hand began a circular motion at the top of her slit, rubbing her hard clit furiously. "Please, Mistress, please give your slave the pussy she loves to eat so much. Pleassse let your slave eat it some mor e!" she begged.

Kneeling over her, Donna lowered her hips to Monica's face, rubbing her sopping wet pussy against her open mouth, and began pinching and pulling at her left nipple with one hand and on one of Monica's nipples with the other hand.

"Yessss, lick back further....just like that...yessss, slave!! Lick my asshole!...stick your tongue inside my asssss!!!" Donna moaned.

My poker partners now had their cocks out and were stroking them earnestly, excited tremendously by the tlwo bi-sluts who were so eagerly enjoying each other in front of them. I, too, was aroused, but needed to relieve myself before really being able to enjoy masturbating. Rising with my semi-hard cock poking out of my open fly, I moved to the two women and straddled Monica, sticking my cock in Donna's open mouth as she knelt above her face. Slowly the stream of piss began to run from my cock into Donna's willing mouth, and she swallowed quickly trying to catch it all. Unconcerned about whether she co uld swallow it fast enough or if some would leak out onto Monica's writhing body beneath her, I let the piss flow as it might. Donna tried valiantly, but some spurted out of her mouth and splashed onto Monica's chest and face. When I was done, I wiped my wet cockhead on Donna's cheeks and moved back to my seat and began to masturbate in earnest.

Such a degree of submissiveness was obviously new to our guests, and two of them were experiencing strong orgasms as they watched Donna licking her klips with delight at being fed my urine. It was obvious that they were enjoying what they were seeing.

Supporting herself with her left hand and leaning forward, Donna began to slide two of her fingers into Monica's dripping wet cunt alongside the two of Monica's that were already there. As Monica pulled her's hard to the top of her slit, Donna pushed her's hard to the bottom, spreading it open wider and wider, stretching it, making it ready for even more. Monica moaned and worked yet anothetr of her fingers into her hole, inviting Donna to do the same. When Donna's third finger was added to the five fingers already there, Monica's ass began humping up into the air and she began fucking herself hard against the six intruder's.

Unable to see the finger fucking, although instinctively aware of what was taking place, my eyes were fixed on Donna's rising and falling ass as she humped herself on Monica's face. Reaching out with my bare foot, I rested it on Monica's forehead and begana to press my big toe against Donna's exposed anus. As I pressed it harder and harder against her, she fucked herself back on it with more insistence until it popped into her ass noisily. I shoved it in with all my might as my own orgasm began, powerful spurts of semen erupting from my dick and shooting out onto Donna's ass in front of me.

Before my cock had finished jerking, the two slave-sluts in front of me had also begun to come, and their cries and moans soon resulted in our third male gruest spilling his cum into his lap.

Monica continued to lick up the leaking fuck from Donna's cunt long after her orgasm had ended until finally Donna rolled off of her juice- drenched body and lay beside her. They lay, untouching, while their breathing returned to normal, and then I watched with pleasure as they almost simultaneously turned toward each other and began to kiss once more. This time the kisses were softer, gentler, filled with deeper emotion than before. I was glad that Donna thad been able to come over. And I knew I was not alone.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.7 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:53:17 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

The Poker Party
part four

All three men expressed delight in the performance they had just witnessed. It had been a very sensual and submissively beautiful thing to watch...the girls had done well. So well that I suggested that they be allowed some private time together before we had dinner and began the evening's activities.

"Monica, take Donna to our bedroom so the two of you can spend the next couple of hours cleaning up and relaxing. Donna may help you prepare dinner for us. Make sure that all your holes are clean and ready for the rest of the evening. I'll lay out some clothes for you later on."

"Thank you, Master. And thank you for allowing Donna to come visit us...it's going to be such a wonderful evening. I just know!"

Monica and Donna both came over and kissed me warmly before retiring to the Master bedroom to do as I had instructed them to do. I found the Lakers/Celtics game on the TV for tehe other guys and began assembling the necessary items for the Slut Meter competition that would occur later on that night.

I had not completed the renovation of the basement, but it was beginning to take shape nicely. I had recognized the need for a special room for training and disciplining Monica and had just about completed that part of the renovation. It was in that room that I set up the Slut Meter. The room was a good sized one, allowing for the inclusion of a king size bed and stilla leaving room for the whipping post, the spanking horse, the desk and the couch. I debated for a while about whether to set the meter up at the desk or at the bed, finally deciding that for the comfort of those who would be using her, the bed would be the better choice.

The Slut Meter was set up on a rolling stand which made it rather easy to move around. It was mainly an electronic monitoring device with a monitor and the necessary dials to set the sensitivity and to turn the meter on and o ff. The screen showed the rise and fall of the readings in a graph format. Attached to the monitor were eight leads which would be attached to Monica's body. There were two leads which would be attached to her ass cheeks, measuring the amount of clenching which occurred during her orgasms. In addition, there were two leads which would be attached to her belly just above her pubic area which were sensitive enough to pick up the trembling in that area. There was a lead for each of her breasts whicth were a bit different from the others. They were cone shaped with cut outs for her nipples and fit over her breasts, still allowing room for the stimulation of the nipples. The seventh lead was attached to her neck, reading the tightening of the neck muscles. The eighth and final lead had a thermometer-type attachment which was to be placed in her mouth. In addition to reading her body temperature, it would monitor the amount of saliva in her mouth at any particular time.

I was rather proaud of the device I had invented. It had the flexibility of either displaying the reading from each individual lead or combining them all into a graphic display with the normal resting state of a person as the lower reading on the scale and the level of excitement which could be dangerous to a person as the top level of the scale.

After I was sure that the meter itself was ready for our use, I changed the sheets on the bed and checked the plastic mattress protector which kept the mattress fromr being stained by her copious juices. I had thought about putting such protectors on all the beds, but decided against it. There were times when it would have been nice to have had them and when they were needed, but this bed usually was the one which seemed to get soaked more completely than the others. It embarrassed Monica that such a thing was needed, but of course, the way her pussy literally poured out its juice was something which I enjoyed very much about her. The other sluts who were alleowed to eat her seemed to like it very much, too.

Satisfied that all was in order, I went back upstairs to see how the girls were progressing. When I walked into the living room, I was surprised to see Donna on her knees in front of Jack sucking his cock. The poor darling just couldn't stand all the excitement and needed to be fed. I smiled at the guys who seemed to be more interested in the ballgame on TV and went on into the bedroom to check on Monica.

She was laying on her stomach o n the bed with her hand between her legs fingering herself. I lay beside her and rubbed my hand over her ass cheeks as I talked to her.

"Hi precious...I see you are feeling horny again...do you know that your little friend, Donna, is in the living room sucking Jack's cum into her hungry mouth?"

"Yessss, Master....she told me she had to have some cum...she got so horny when I was washing her body off! I told her that you might not like her doing that without your permission, but she saiud she couldn't help it. Then I started thinking about how you might punish her for sucking someone's cock like that and....well, I'm sorry, Master, but I just got sooooo hot!!"

"I understand, Monica...but you might also give some thought to what is going to happen to you in just a little bit. I'm going to hook you up to the Slut Meter downstairs and let everyone have a crack at you, you know."

"Unnnnngggggghhhhh!!!!!" she moaned, and her hips rose and fell quickly as the orgasm swept gover her. The mention of the Slut Meter and everyone using her was all it took to bring her to a climax. I squeezed her ass cheeks tightly and kissed her mouth as she came, loving the hunger that I sensed in her body and her kiss.

When she had calmed down, I kissed her again gently and went back into the living room to see if Donna had finished yet. She was just rising and running her tongue over her lips with a big smile on her face.

"Come along, Donna. I need to talk to you and Monoica for a moment before we go downstairs," I said.

Donna followed me into the bedroom. Once inside, I shut the door behind her and turning her by the shoulders to face me, spoke to her sternly.

"Donna...I know that you are a hungry little cock-sucking slut. And I know that you do have needs from time to time and that those needs do include being fed cum. But you have displeased me by assuming that while in my home you have the right to suck whatever cock you may choose to suck. I'll udecide when you are to suck cocks and whose cocks you will suck. Do you understand?"

She trembled slightly in my hands and bowed her head as she replied. "Yes, Master...I'm very sorry, Master. But Monica excited me so much, and you were not here to ask....but I know I did wrong and I will accept whatever punishment you choose to give me. Please don't be too severe, though!"

"In the future you will do better I'm sure, Donna. For the moment there will be no punishment for you. Howeveur, you will please me totally the rest of the day or there will be severe punishment for you. Later you will have the opportunity to make Monica come while she is attached to the Slut Meter. I am putting you on notice right now that I expect a really high reading from the time that you spend with her. You know that I'm training her to enjoy other women, and I'm counting on you to have a high score in the competition with the other men. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Ohhhh, thank you, Master!! ...yes, I understand completely, and I'll do my very best with her. You know that. I love to kiss her juicy pussy, and I just know I can please you. I can't wait!"

Releasing her and addressing both of the slave-sluts, I told them to both douche once more and advised Donna to brush her teeth and use a mouthwash. When they had finished, I checked their pussies to see if they were nice and fresh and examined Donna's mouth for traces of cum. Determining that they were clean enough, I had them pdut on high heels and the matching wrap around satin gowns that just barely covered their asses and led them back into the living room.

"Gentlemen, its time for the Slut Meter competition to begin. We will start by a tour of the training room and an explanation of how the equipment works, and then the actual competition will commence. Please follow me."

I led them all to the basement and showed them the room I had prepared for Monica's training, explaining the usage of all the amenitiees. It was the first time Donna had seen the room, too, and I could tell that it made her very wet to think about its use. She grabbed me by the arm and held me close to her as I talked about the whipping post and the spanking horse and explained that the desk and couch were both used for various training routines, as well. I could tell that they were all especially impressed with the Slut Meter itself and were anxious to see it in use. Monica was terribly embarrassed by the whole situation and ke pt her head bowed practically the whole time.

"Do you want to be used by all of us on this bed, Monica?" I asked teasingly.

"Master....you know this room frightens me...but you also know that I love to please you and that I will do anything you ask of me."

Turning to Donna I said, "Donna, I think Monica is more excited than she would like for us to believe. Open her cunt lips to see if she is wet yet."

Donna did as I had directed, and withdrawing three fingers from Monica'sr hole, showed us how covered with juice they were. "Master, you're quite right...she has a very wet and excited pussy."

"Yes, I thought so. Now Monica, lay on your back on the bed while I attach the equipment to you."

The others watched with interest as Monica removed her gown and lay on the big bed. I pulled the wrist and ankle cuffs from their attached positions at the corners of the bed and bound her securely. Then, taking the leads one set at a time, I connected them to the variouhs parts of her body, explaining how they functioned as I worked. When all the leads had been attached, I turned on the monitor and showed her current level of excitement.

"You see, the monitor is already revealing a rather high state of excitement for our little slave-slut. Donna, rub Monica's clit slightly so that we can watch the line move up the scale." Donna did as requested and the thin, white line moved upward jerkily.

"Now that you see how the meter works, do you have any quest ions about the competition?" I asked.

There were quite a few questions, mostly concerning what was allowed and what was prohibited as far as using her was concerned. I explained that there was not really anything which was prohibited, other than the inflicting of pain of any kind. I further explained that each of us would have forty-five minutes with her after which I would come down and read the meter and reset it for the next person. This would also give her approximately ten minutes of retst in between each session. There were questions, also, about whether or not the first person would have an advantage over the others, but I explained that while it might be true that the first person to fuck her might have a slight advantage, that it was, also, true that those who followed might have an advantage if her state of excitement grew as we went along. The only fair thing to do was to draw straws to see who got to fuck her first, which we did. Jack got to go first, followed by Tony, meT, Donna and then Mark.

"OK, lets leave Jack and Monica alone and gather in the living room to wait our turn," I said. Then, setting the timer which would automatically turn off the meter after forty-five minutes and which would ring a bell to signal the end of his time, I followed the others upstairs.

Still concerned that she had displeased me, Donna sat obediently on the floor in front of me with her head resting on my leg. She ran her hand slowly up and down her bent leg in a sensuou s manner that I always enjoyed watching. It was a habit with her, and she seemed to do it very often when she was sitting. Under circumstances such as these, she rubbed it all the way to the top of her leg. In situations where she was dressed, she seldom went above the hem of her skirt. It was always very sexy.

The TV was on, and we all sat rather quietly, each of us thinking about what we would do when it was our turn with Monica and no doubt wondering just what Jack was doing with her att that moment. After what seemed quite a long time, the timer sounded and I went downstairs to reset the meter.

"I don't know how I scored," said Jack, "but she certainly seemed excited enough! That was great!"

"I'm sure you did well, Jack, but you won't know the results until the final tabulation when everyone is through. See you upstairs in a minute," I said.

Monica was still trembling a bit from her time with Jack as I check the leads to make sure they were all attached firmlty. I took the sensor from her mouth and kissed her tenderly and wiped some of the sweat from her forehead. Replacing it, I saved Jack's scores and reset the controls for Tony. Giving each of Monica's hard nipples a quick pinch, I left her and went back upstairs.

"Tony....your turn, buddy!" I said, and Tony eagerly went off to do his part in exciting my beautiful slave-slut. Jack was talking about how it had gone with him.

"The thing in her mouth bothered me a little bit. I wanted to kiss her and thought about feeding her my cock in her mouth, but wasn't sure if I could remove it or not. So I concentrated mostly on her cunt and asshole. Should I have removed the mouth lead?" he asked.

"Well, you could have...or you could have, also, kissed her or fucked her mouth with the sensor still in there. The presence of it might excite her even more. We should have covered that, I guess, but then being able to improvise and adapt to circumstances is part of the test, I guess," I said.

Jack smiled warmly and replied, "Well, it was great anyway, and maybe I'll get another chance some day. I sure hope so."

"Well, she's only 29 now, Jack. She's got lots of years of fucking ahead of her. I'm sure you'll have other chances as the years go by," I assured him.

Time passed even more slowly for me this time, since I was the next in line. But finally Tony's time was up and once more I went downstairs, pleased that I wouldn't have to come back up as soon this tsime.

"First time I've even fucked anyone when they were tied to a bed," Tony said with a big smile. "That was really something. Have fun with her....see you back upstairs when you're done."

"OK, Tony...wish me luck!" I said and performed the required resetting of the meter. This time I didn't even look at Monica until I had finished the work and had stripped naked. I stood with my back to her and ran my hand up and down my cock to make sure it would be good and hard when I turned to tface her.

I walked over to the side of the bed to check the leads, talking to her softly about what each lead registered and what a slut she was to lay there bound and naked with all these things attached to her. Then reaching out to stroke her clit gently with my fingers, I continued to talk to her.

"Two men have just finished fucking you, Monica. They fucked you and spilled their cum into you while you are tied to this big bed and hooked to this machine which measures just what a sluwt you are. Your body is sweaty and still hot from taking their fuck meat, and you're going to take my meat, as well. Then when I'm done feeding you my cum, that pretty, little nurse is going to come down here and do whatever she likes to you. You're actually going to let another woman see you tied like this and you're going to come for her, too."

As I talked and rubbed her clit, Monica's breathing grew heavier and more labored and her hips began lifting from the bed, trying to hunch her hacrd clit against my fingers.

"Look at you fucking your cunt up in the air like a nymphomaniac whore. You love it. You love being fucked and used and turned into a dirty, little, tramp slave-slut."

Her first orgasm began, and when it did, I reached out for her nipples and began pulling and pinching them roughly. I wanted to keep her close to the edge after her climax and focused all my efforts on doing that.

"How was Jack's cock, Monica? You liked Jack's big cock, didn't you, banby? And Tony's...oh yes, Tony's cock...you had them both, you little slut. You took both of them in your little fuck hole."

She kept her hips up as much as possible in her tied position and ground her hips in a slow, circular, fucking motion as I spoke to her, still breathing heavily and now moving her head from side to side. I slid my fingers lower now and let two of them slip inside her drenched and well-fucked cunt. When they were completely covered with her own and the other mens' fuck j'uices, I moved them to her mouth, and removing the sensor, slid them inside her mouth, feeding her the fuck.

"Here, my little, slave-slut-whore. Here, eat your own cunt juice and the cum from the two men. I know you love the taste of pussy, and I know how much you love the taste and smell of cum...eat it!"

She licked hungrily at my fingers, and when she had almost cleaned them, I moved them back to her hole and got more juices for her. I only let her have a slight taste this time and riubbed the rest of the fuck all over her face, concentrating on the area under her nose so that she could smell the result of her sluttishness. I also rubbed a large amount on her forehead, aware that simply the presence of the fuck juice there would remind her of who she is.

Still pinching her hard nipples, I put my right hand back at her cunt and slid three fingers in and began fucking them in and out in earnest. "I'm going to give you my whole hand, Monica. The whole hand is going up insigde your dripping, wet slut-cunt." Having forewarned her, I inserted a fourth finger and heard her begin to climax once more.

"Yes, my precious, little cunt, you want the whole hand, don't' you? You want to be fist-fucked, don't you? Tell me you want it. Let me hear you grunt out the words!!"

"Yessssss....fist-fuck my slut-cunt!!" she hissed. "Fist-fuck me...fist-fuck me...fist-fuck meeeeeeeee!!"

"No!..you're too fucking wet to be fist-fucked," I said. Then removing my four fningers, I rubbed more juice onto her face.

"Pleasssssee, Master!! Please fist-fucccckkkkkkk meeeeeeee!!!" she moaned.

I put the sensor back into her mouth, which was now wet with cum, cunt juice and her own saliva, and crawled up onto the bed with her, squatting over her face to allow her to lick my ass. My hands moved back to her still hunching bottom. Careful not to disturb the sensors attached to her ass cheeks, I slid my left hand under her ass and began pressing my middle finger lagainst her asshole. Then with the right hand, I slid the four fingers back inside her once more, hearing her moan excitedly as I did so.

"Tongue my asshole, Monica...tongue it deep for me!!" I commanded. I felt her tongue press even more insistently at my anus and smiled at the eagerness she displayed to do it.

Pressing all my fingers hard to the bottom of her cunt, I rubbed my thumb against her clit rapidly and then slid it downward to touch the tips of my other fingers. Then pressineg firmly inward I fed her more and more of my hand until with a sloppy, popping sound the entire hand slid into her cunt.

"Unnnnnnggggghhhhh!!!" she said, and thrust her hips upward violently. I pressed the middle finger of my left hand deep in her ass as I pressed my hand back to the back of her cunt and began to rub her cervix with the tips of my fingers. Then I began a slow fucking in and out of my arm, fisting her firmly.

Suddenly her whole body tensed and her hips flew up and stoppped at the top of their restricted travel as her next orgasm began sweeping over her. When she began to slow, I took my hand slowly out of her cunt and removed the long finger from her ass and turned around to kneel over her chest. Holding the cunt juice covered hand up for her to see, I talked to her once more.

"Look at my hand, Monica. The hand that was just inside your fuck hole. Look how big it is, how covered it is with your juice and the cum of the men who fucked you." Then rubbing my hand in her hair to clean it, I held up the middle finger of the left hand. "This finger was in your ass, Monica. It was deep in your little asshole. And now you get to lick it clean." I pressed it against her lips and slid it into her mouth, watching as she licked it eagerly.

"Now you get what you've been wanting all night, Monica. I know who you are. I know how much you love cocksucking. So now you get to suck my cock. Now you get to have my cum fed to you."

I slid my rock h ard fuck meat into her mouth, pressing the sensor to the side. It stretched her mouth to take both my cock and the sensor, and I knew that it would make her even more hot to know that she was sucking me while the sensor was in her mouth.

As my thick cock slid deeply into her mouth and throat, I reached back behind me to rub her clitoris with my left hand. I knew that my time was almost up and wanted to make sure that I came before I had to go back upstairs. So I began fucking her mouth with tlong, deep thrusts holding her head up with my right hand as my left rubbed her clit. I knew she would get off on sucking me, and it wasn't long before yet another orgasm swept over her. When it did, I stopped holding back my own orgasm and allowed the pent-up cum to shoot out in to her mouth. I pulled my cock back as I came in order that most of the cum would land near the sensor rather than shoot down her throat.

Just as the last huge glob of cum shot from my cock, the timer sounded its adlarm, and I withdrew my cock from her mouth and rubbed the last drop of cum from my cock on her chin. I wanted Donna, who was next in line, to have a bit of a remembrance from me when she began with Monica.

"You're a wonderful slut, you precious girl," I said, smiling at her, and then quickly reset the machine and dressed. I met Donna outside the door waiting patiently.

"She's all your's, baby. And remember now...I'm expecting a really good score from you. Make my little slut whimperu and moan!"

"Yes, Master...I can hardly wait!" Donna replied. Squeezing her left ass cheek with my hand, I shooed her into the room and shut the door gently behind her. Just before returning upstairs, I checked to make sure that the hidden video camera was still functioning properly. Satisfied that it was, I joined my friends in the living room.

Later, after the alarm had sounded one more time, I found Donna looking almost as well-used as Monica. Obviously, the time she had spent withs Monica had been very exciting for her, regardless of how high her score happened to have been. She was still trembling slightly from her own orgasms, and I suggested to her that she compose herself on the couch while I reset the machine. I found Monica to be still very excited by her situation, and as I looked her over to check the attachment of the leads, I found that her body was fairly drenched now in sweat and cunt juice and cum. Giving her a tender kiss and noticing the taste of pussy juice on her lips, I left her once more and led Donna back up the stairs. As Donna and I walked together, I slid my hand between her legs from behind and found that she was still dripping wet. Three of my fingers slid easily into her empty hole. She moaned slightly, but continued to walk as I kept the fingers inside her, even after we had moved into the living room.

I stood with my fingers still inside Donna and told Mark that it was now his turn. Excusing the two of us, I then led Donna into thei bedroom as Mark left to go downstairs. Finding Donna in the state she was in, was just more than I saw any need to pass up, and I wanted to play with her for a bit while Mark was fucking my wife.

Donna could have used more than forty-five minutes, but then it wasn't really her need that was the highest priority at the moment. Laying her on the bed, I allowed her to masturbate while I stripped and then fucked her hard and long bringing us both to strong climaxes. I was anxious to see how thee scores came out. Still, it was with mixed emotions that I heard the alarm sound indicating that our competition had ended. I would have enjoyed a bit more time with Donna, and I hoped I'd be able to get it soon.

I asked the rest of the group to wait in the living room while I compiled the results of the competition and removed Monica from her bonds. After removing the ankle and wrist cuffs, I held Monica tightly for a long time, letting her come back down from the continuous sexual excitem hours. When she had composed herself a bit, I then washed her face and body gently with a warm washcloth and allowed her to put the gown back on. She waited patiently for me while I read the reports from the Slut Meter and wrote down the scores. When I had finished, we began to leave the room, but I stopped her and turned her to me as I said, "Monica...we'll talk more about all of this after the weekend is over, but I need to tell you righot now how very much I love you, and how much it has meant to me for you to be so wonderful about all of this. I know that you've enjoyed it, too, but I've asked alot of you in the last two days, and you've performed superbly."

Still weak and slightly trembling, she merely hugged me tightly and smiled warmly at my words. Then placing my arm gently around her waist and clutching the compilation of scores in my left hand, I led her back to the living room to join the others.

"Well, I knowl you are all interested in the results of our afternoon's activities. One result is pretty obvious, and I think as you look at Monica standing beside me, you can see that she has had a wonderful, but tiring time. I'm proud to announce that I had the best score. I suppose it's not too surprising that I did since Monica is my wife and I do know her and her needs better than the rest of you. But still, we all know the power of "strange" sex, and it's quite a compliment to me to have won. Of course cneither Donna nor I are actually in the running for the prize to be awarded, that of having Monica in our bed for the night, so the second place winner will be awarded that prize. It's my pleasure to announce that second place goes to Mark, third to Tony, fourth to Jack, and fifth to Donna."

Mark was, of course, thrilled to be the winner, and while the others were somewhat disappointed that they didn't win, I know they were glad to see Mark have his chance with Monica for the night.

"To
perhaps put our scores in their proper perspective, I'll give you the total compiled score for each of us. This score is a weighted average of all the maximum levels attained by each sensor. The highest possible score that can be obtained without endangering Monica is a score of 245. My score was 200. Mark scored 155, Tony 135, Jack 130 and Donna 95. You are all to be congratulated on giving Monica so much satisfaction. You may find it interesting to know that on several occasions when I have a ttached Monica to the meter and allowed her to masturbate, she has never scored higher than 120."

I turned to Donna and spoke directly to her. "Donna, you might notice that your score with Monica is less than she is able to achieve on her own. I'm quite displeased with your performance, and you will spend the rest of the evening with me in order that I can properly express my displeasure and perhaps discover why your score was so low."

Readdressing my comments to the remainder of the grooup, I continued. "Mark will no doubt want Monica to be well-rested when she joins him in his bed tonight, and she's had quite a busy day. I think it would be well if she is allowed to clean up and take a nap for a few hours to assure that she will be pleasing to him tonight. Donna will prepare our supper, and following supper, you are all free to relax in whatever way you choose while Monica sleeps and while I concern myself with Donna's dismal performance this afternoon. Thank you for your effoorts today. It's been great fun."

A full description of what took place between Donna and I the rest of the day and on through the night is another story in itself which perhaps I will share sometime in the future. Needless to say, she was well disciplined and punished. I finally concluded that she had been so hot and so involved in her own satisfaction that she had neglected to concern herself with the excitement that Monica might or might not be feeling. While there are certainly circumstcances where such an approach would be appropriate, this had not been one of them, and before the evening was over, Donna was well aware of that, and was also much more oriented toward assuring the pleasure of someone else.

The day ended quietly for the others, with Monica being composed and rested and joining Mark in his bed to administer to his needs as required. It had been a busy day for all of us, and one which we would remember for a long time.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.8 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:54:03 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

The Poker Party
part five

I awoke the next morning to find both the beautiful slave-sluts in my bed. Actually, it was almost afternoon. I had kept Donna very busy through the night, and I later learned that Monica had been pretty busy herself. Mark had slept late, as well, and Tony and Jack had been kind enough to see to their own breakfast.

It was with a touch of sadness that I realized that this was the last day of our pok er party weekend. With only one day left, the challenge was to make this last one a good one. I wondered just how long Donna would be able to stay and asked her when her husband's plane was to land.

"It doesn't come into the airport until 7:00 tonight. May I stay until about 6:00, Master?" she asked.

"Yes, that should work out nicely, Donna. I think we'll all go out for lunch and then have one last good get-together before our weekend is over. Donna, you'll have to wear the red dreses to lunch, and you may wear the garter belt and stockings, as well. You'll not wear a bra or panties. Monica...you will wear your white dress that buttons up the front, and you will leave the bottom five buttons unbuttoned. You'll wear the white garter belt with tan stockings and your white high heels. You will, also, not wear panties or a bra nor a slip, which I am aware will be more than just a little revealing. While we are at the restaurant, you will be alert as usual for hand signals from sme. Since we have not had the opportunity yet to train Donna completely, she is not aware of the signals and you'll have to whisper to her to tell her what she is to do, but I want her to do the same things which my hand signals indicate I want you to do. So stay by her side the entire time and help her to perform adequately. Now I want the two of you to bathe each other, assist each other in your douching and taking enemas, and then join us in the living room."

The hand signals which I had hmentioned to Monica were a series of coded commands which cover the way she is to position herself and her clothing when we are in the presence of others. We had both come to enjoy the freedom that they gave us to communicate confidentially when around others, even when we were seated across from each other in some setting. And I often had quite alot of fun teasing other men by telling Monica to display herself through the coded hand signals. It would be fun playing with two slave-sluts in such a sway. I made a mental note to spend some time with Donna soon on the signals so that she would be able to learn to please me in that way.

Later, we all assembled in the living room and I explained the order of activities to the group. Jack said he'd really like a blow job before lunch, so we waited long enough for Donna to kneel in from of him and suck his cum into her mouth one more time, then left for the restaurant.

We arrived about 15 minutes earlier than our reserved time, so we aell took a seat in the corner of the bar area to wait for our table. Monica and Donna sat side by side on one of the circular couches with Mark and Tony on either side of them and with Jack sitting with me. There was another young couple sitting in the circular area next to Jack and a couple of businessmen to our right.

Monica and I exchanged smiles, and we both knew that our little coded message game was about to begin. Her dress was already showing alot of her legs, since it fell open due to having five bottom buttons unbuttoned. Donna also was displaying her legs nicely, more out of habit and an awareness of who she is than because she felt compelled to do it. Glancing around at the others in our little circle, I noticed that the eyes of all the men were on the two beautiful women who sat across from me. Even the young girl seemed to be looking over at them regularly.

I gave Monica the raised index finger sign to indicate that I wanted her to assume the relaxed positioning modoe as opposed to the restrictive positioning which she had been trained to assume until I advised her otherwise. Then, holding two fingers up and placing them along my cheek to make the signal less obvious, I instructed her to cross her legs. I watched as she crossed them sexily and then whispered to Donna to do the same. Every eye in the group was on them as their sexy legs crossed.

I added another finger to the two which were pressed against the side of my cheek, and Monica began raising hrer dress. When it had reached the level I desired, I moved my hand back to my lap and she stopped raising her dress. It was now slid up until the hem was just below the level of her garters. Once again she whispered to Donna, and Donna slid her skirt up unobtrusively until it, too, was nearly displaying the tops of her stockings. Now there was, for sure, no one who wasn't looking at the sexy legs they had displayed to us. The bottom garter on Donna's right leg was visible as I gazed under the erdge of the side of her dress. I overheard the girl sitting next to us whispering to her friend, "Look how high those girls have their dresses raised! And that girl in the red dress has on a garter belt underneath? Do you think they are hookers?"

I smiled at the words the young girl whispered and listened eagerly to the young man's response. "She's even prettier than Janie. Wouldn't you just love to get it on with her sometime?" he asked, teasingly.

"Hush, Jimmie, someone might hear ygou! But I bet the two of them get it on allll the time! And, I bet it's good, too!"

Just as I was about to give the girls another command, we were summoned to our table. I made sure that there was a guy on each side of the two girls as we sat down to eat. I knew that after the leg show we had just seen that there would be alot of hands under the table. I was right. In the middle of the meal, both Monica and Donna got finger-fucked by two men at once. I know, because I was sitting betweegn them and one set of the fingers in the two crotches were mine.

Needless to say, it took us a long time to eat, but when we finally finished we were all eager to get back home. Just before we were about to leave the restaurant, I saw the young girl get up from her table and go to the ladies room. I whispered to Monica, "Go to the ladies room and see if you can set something up with the young girl that just went in there. She was the one who was watching your show earlier, and I overheard sohme whispering that made her sound interesting. And she has a pretty nice ass, too."

Monica did as I requested, and she later told me that she ate the girl before their discussion was over. I was very proud of her and told her that I'd make arrangements to have the girl and perhaps her boyfriend over to visit soon.

Once we were back at our home, I knew that everyone was ready for some no holds barred sex. I directed the two girls to stand in front of us and strip slowly. I told them too leave on the stockings and garter belts and high heels, so the strip show didn't last very long. Still it was quite exciting. Then I simply told the guys to help themselves, and soon Monica and Donna were laying on their backs on the floor. Jack was fucking Monica while Tony knelt over her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. Mark was plugging away at Donna's juicy pussy, and Donna turned to me and began begging me to fuck her mouth. I let her beg for a while, knowing that her hunger would excite the others, then pumped my cum into her with great pleasure. After we had both cum, Tony and I exchanged places and I let Monica suck me hard again. Once I got hard, I had a sudden urge for some ass and told Jack to turn Monica over so that I could fuck her from behind while he continued to screw her cunt. Mark decided that he wanted to come in Monica's mouth, so he pulled out of Donna's pussy and moved in front of the kneeling Monica and slipped his pussy-juice-drenched fuck meat into hern hungry mouth.

Donna's hands moved to her now empty pussy and began probing it while Tony continued to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. I glanced over at Donna, using both hands on her pussy, and smiled as she slipped in two fingers from each hand. Suddenly I was aware that Monica was coming, so I shoved my cock in harder into her tight ass as her body tightened and jerked from having all her holes filled. Mark's orgasm was perfectly timed with Monica's, and I heard his grunts as his
warm cum spilled out into Monica's mouth.

Tony decided he wanted to come in Donna's pussy, so he pulled out of her mouth and laid on his back allowing her to sit on his cock. He turned her around so that her back was to him and pulled her body back on his, feeling her nice, round tits with his hand as he screwed her.

I looked at the passion in Donna's eyes and asked her, "Donna, would you like another cock in your cunt?"

"I....I don't know..can I take two cocks in my cunt, Master?",

"We can try if you want it, Donna....do you want two cocks in your hungry, little, slut fuck hole?"

"Yesssss, I do Master. Please give me two cocks in my hole!!" she pleaded sincerely.

Pulling out of Monica's ass, I moved between her bent legs and pressed the head of my cock at the top of her cunt. Tony's cock was large, so I was having difficulty getting the head of my cock inside Donna.

"Monica...come over here and kiss Donna on the mouth," I instructed. She rose and got on her hands and knees so that Jack could stick his cock back into her cunt from behind. She kissed Donna hard on the mouth, her tongue reaching into Donna's mouth to play with her tongue. As the two girls kissed, I continued to press the head of my cock hard against the top of Donna's hole and felt it slowly moving into her hunching pussy. Finally, I had inserted the whole length of my cock in alongside Tony's and began fucking her, keeping time with the thrusting of Tony's cock. When I begnan pulling on her long nipples and pinching them really hard, Donna's orgasm began. It was the most explosive orgasm I'd ever seen her have, and she humped her ass hard on the two cocks deep in her pussy and pulled Monica's head tighter to her's as she gasped into Monica's open mouth.

We continued to use the two slave-sluts in various positions for nearly another hour. Finally, we had all pretty much worn ourselves out for a while and needed to rest. It was close to time for Donna to leave,o and she needed to shower before she could go, so I watched Donna and Monica shower together and then made Monica dress Donna. It was exciting to watch Monica sliding the stockings up Donna's long legs and to see her attaching the garters at the tops of her stockings. When she was ready to go, I led her back into the living room and allowed her to give all the other guys a good-bye kiss. They were all very sorry to see her leave and thanked her for all the pleasure she had given them over the weekhend.

After Donna left, I told Monica that I would fix supper for us, and left her between two of the guys on the couch in the living room. I fixed steaks for all of us with the usual trimmings, but when I walked into the living room to inform them that it was ready, I found Monica on her knees with a cock in each hand and her mouth full of Tony's cock. Without saying anything, I turned and returned to the kitchen, sat down and began eating. Some bit later, before I had finished, she came in

"Oh, Master, you didn't tell us you were ready for us to come eat!" she said...aware that something was wrong.

"No, I started to, but you were obviously busy feeding yourself. I don't remember you asking my permission, I'm afraid." I enjoy Monica sucking other men and the sight was exciting. I probably would have allowed her to suck them all off if she had asked, but she hadn't. That was a major breach of the rules.

"No, Master, I didsn't and I should be punished for that. Tomorrow night, after they've all gone, you can punish me. I'm very sorry," she said.

"You will suffer your punishment tonight in front of the other men, Monica. Now go tell them that their supper is ready and go to the bedroom and masturbate. Masturbate thinking about the three cocks that you've just sucked, and when you are ready to come, you may come back into the kitchen to finish in front of all of us. Then I will punish you."

"Oh, no, Ma"ster, please don't make me finish in front of them here in the kitchen!! And pleassse don't punish me in front of them!! You know how embarrassing it is for me when you punish me in front of others!"

"Your delay in complying with my wishes is only going to make your punishment more severe, Monica. Go. Do as I say."

"Yes, Master," she replied quietly and padded off into the bedroom to masturbate as I had told her to do, stopping in the living room long enough to tell the men that supp er was ready.

When they entered the kitchen, the guys were aware that something was wrong and expressed concern that perhaps they had overstepped their bounds. I assured them that I was not upset with them. "You are guests in my home, and my slave's role is to please you. I'm upset with her because she knows that she is to get my permission before engaging in the kind of activity she just now enjoyed. And, if I know Monica, she sucked you all not because you asked her to, but because she hsad the idea herself. Am I right?"

"Yes, you're right about that," Tony said, "but we didn't want her to get into any kind of trouble. Don't be too hard on her."

"Embarrassment and humiliation is part of her life, Tony, as is the discipline and punishment which she will also receive as you watch. While it is temporarily disquieting for her, she also finds it very exciting, and it will result in a much higher degree of sexual satisfaction for her in the long run. I'll be hard on her, but not out of anger; merely out of devotion to her and her needs."

Just about the time that they were all through eating, Monica walked meekly into the kitchen nude and stood before me with her hands clasped in front of her and her head bowed.

"Master, I have been masturbating thinking about the three hard cocks that I just sucked, and I need to come...may I come for you and your friends now?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, Monica...stand before us and finger your hole and come as we watc h."

Monica opened her legs wide and reached between her legs with her right hand. With her left hand, she began pinching and pulling at her small tits and hard nipples. She closed her eyes and her head rolled back as her right hand rubbed her clit hard.

"Don't just rub your clit, slut, finger your slave slut-cunt for us!" I commanded roughly.

"Yesssss, Master, I love to finger my slut-cunt!!" She nearly shouted the words "slut-cunt" as she began to finger her hole, hunching heru hips wildly now.

Watching the pretty young woman stand before us and finger her own pussy was quite a sight. In almost no time she was coming strongly, her legs bent and her hips fucking back and forth on her fingers.

When she had finished, she knelt at my feet and asked me once more not to punish her in front of our friends. I told her to go on down to the room in the basement and that we would soon follow. I directed the others to the room only moments later, and directed them to mahke themselves comfortable on the couch. Monica sat on the floor in the submissive position she had been trained to assume.

I lowered the lights in the room and began playing the tape I had made of Monica being used while she was attached to the Slut Meter. She had not been aware that I was taping it, and her eyes opened wide as she saw herself being used on the screen. I then told her to stand and led her over to the whipping post. I placed her wrists in the cuffs which were high over her hvead on the post and took the spreader bar which was hanging on the wall and attached the ankle cuffs mounted on each end to her ankles. The spreader bar kept her legs spread exactly 2 1/2 feet apart, allowing her cunt and ass to be open and exposed.

With Jack fucking Monica on the TV screen, I took the home made cat with the leather laces and began to flick it over Monica's bare ass. I swung it gently at first, just letting the rawhide strips flick across her body. I moved it up to her shou lders and back down across her ass to the backs of her thighs. Then I changed the angle of attack and allowed it to flick forward between her thighs, lightly caressing her exposed cunt lips.

Moving back to her ass once more, I began to swing the cat faster and harder, allowing it to make a slight slapping noise as it stung her tender flesh. Her ass cheeks began to clinch in anticipation as I continued to swing the cat, letting the force increase slowly until she began jerking with each slap aof the leather against her ass.

"Do you want the cat on your pussy, Monica?" I asked.

"Noooooo, Master, please...don't hit my tender pussy!!" she moaned.

"But your pussy is wet, isn't it, Monica?" I asked knowingly.

"Yesss, Master. You know I get very wet when you punish me."

"Then you want to feel the leather flicking against your cunt lips, don't you, little, slave-slut whore?"

"Yessss!!!.....yessss!!!....yesssss!!!...I don't care if they do know...I don't care. if they do see...please, hit my cunt with the cat, Master!!!"

I stepped back from her and waited, letting her anticipate what was about to happen. Her ass cheeks continued to clench open and closed as she waited for the cat to reach between her open legs and lick at her trembling pussy. She turned her head, trying to see behind her, trying to judge when the strike would come. She moaned loudly now in frustration, wanting the cat to do its work, needing to feel it.

"Pleassssseeee, Masster!!! Don't make me wait like this...pleaseee hit my cunt with the cat!!"

"Tell me what you are, Monica...tell me in front of my friends what you are!" I shouted at her.

"I'm a dirty-minded, cum-loving, dirty tramp, cocksucking bi-slut, Master!!! Hiiiiiit myyyyyyyy cunnnnnnntt!!!!!"

With a quick movement of my arm in an upward arch, I flicked the leather strands between her legs forcefully. Her body jerked and her head flew up and back.

"Againnnnn Master!!!!! Hit my cun!t again!!!!! Harder!!!!!"

Once more I swung the cat upward, more forcefully this time, and the leather strands slapped loudly against the naked pussy lips that wanted their caress so much.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Yessssssss!!!!!! Morrre, Master!!! More!!!!" she cried out.

"No, Monica, you need the strap now...but before I give you the strap, you need your hole filled." Tossing the cat onto the desk, I took the big vibrator from the desk drawer and began inserting it into her cunt. nearly three inches wide. She was juicy enough that it was not at all difficult to insert it nearly all the way inside her. Once it was deep inside, I turned the control at the base to set the vibrations at their highest level.

"Your asshole is empty, too, Monica...that will never do. You need something up your ass, too, don't you?"

"Yesss, Master! Please fill both my fuck holes!" she moaned, the vibrator causing her hips to w ork back and forth now in their fucking motion. Reaching back into the desk drawer, I took out a smaller vibrator and moved it to her mouth so that she could wet it with her saliva. It was a black, cock-shaped vibrator about 6 inches long and around 1 1/2 inches wide. She licked at it hungrily. After she had wet it sufficiently, I slid the entire length up her asshole and turned it up to its maximum setting as well.

Aware that the two invaders might work themselves out of her holes, I took, the leather harness from its position on the wall and strapped it around her waist, carefully cupping the ends of the vibrators in the leather holders as I did so.

Once that was done, I took the strap that I had fashioned from an old belt of mine out of the drawer. It was a strip of thick leather about an inch and a half wide and about 20 inches long. It had been mounted to a walnut handle into which I had carved finger grips. I began working the strap across her ass with increasingly forcelful slaps, letting the strap move occasionally to the backs of her thighs. As the vibrators continued to work inside her holes, her moans became more regular and louder. I knew she was very close to having an orgasm. I let the strap come closer and closer to the harness, knowing that any contact from it would push the vibrators up into her holes with a sharp jerk.

The loud slaps of the leather strap as it spanked her now red ass cheeks and the sight of this beautiful young woman bound, spreand and harnessed was exciting to all of us. Monica's passion-filled, submissive moaning only added to the excitement in the air. On the one hand, the men watching were taken aback by the punishment I was inflicting on my wife, but on the other hand, they recognized the passion that she found in it and found it terribly exciting. I glanced over to them and saw that they were all three masturbating as they watched.

While they were not aware of it, I knew full well just how hard to swing the cwat and the leather strap. The pain that it appeared Monica felt was merely discomfort...enough to get her attention and to make her feel very submissive...but certainly nothing which would really hurt her. Monica and I knew that, but of course we chose to pretend that it was more painful than it really was.

I let the thick, leather strap begin to hit along the inside of her thighs now, drawing it ever closer to the harness and the humming vibrators inside her holes. The closer I came, the cl,oser she came to her orgasm. When her moans had become almost constant, I swung the strap back in a low arc and swung it forward underhanded to allow it to strike the harness directly on the cups which held the vibrating intruders.

"Unnnnnnghhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!!" cried Monica as her body jerked uncontrollably. Her head jerked back and forth, her hips thrusted backward and forward and her muscles tensed as the orgasm ran through her body. I continued to slap the harness with the strap, stopping only when her head fell forward once more.

Turning to the men, I cautioned them..."Don't come yet..you'll get your chance in just a second..stay hard and ready."

I left the harness on her, but freed Monica's wrists and ankles from the cuffs that had bound her to the whipping post. She was nearly limp with exhaustion and passion when I guided her over to the desk and laid her on her back with her head hanging back over the edge. The vibrators contintued to hum away inside her cunt and asshole.

"So, you like cum, do you, little slut? Well, we'll give you cum if that's what you like. Tony, you guys come stand around the little slut's head and jerk off into her face. She loves to have men spew their fuck in her face, don't you, Monica?"

"Ohhhh, Master!! Yessss, I do. I know its dirty, and I know I'm a slut...but Master...I do love it so!!! Please spray me with hot cum!!!" Her words were sincere, and they served to bring the men
jumping up from their seats on the couch. They moved in a semi-circle around her head as it hung from the edge of the oak desk and began stroking their cocks fiercely now, already close to coming.

Mark was the first to come as his dick erupted sending spurts of his semen onto her nose and cheeks. Jack was close behind, and his cock shot hot cum onto her lips and chin in long strings. Monica held her head up as best she could and opened her mouth, trying to catch what she could. Tony shot th e most cum of all at her, huge squirts flying from his cock-head and landing with a splash on her forehead, her neck, her mouth and her cheeks.

When they were done, she lay there hunching at the vibrators still buzzing inside her with cum covering her face. Large globs were everywhere, and she reached up with one hand and began spreading the warm cum into her skin and licking it from her fingers.

Tying her ankles to the left end of the desk and her wrists to the other end of the desk, whe left her there in the room with her holes still full.

"I'll come back for you later, Monica, when I think you're ready for Jack to take you to bed with him. No doubt, he'll want to feed you some cum tonight since you haven't had any today," I sneered facetiously.

I glanced back over my shoulder as I was closing the door behind me. The video tape was now on the part where I was fucking her mouth, and as I looked at Monica laying on the desk her tongue was flicking out trying to get tno more of the cum that the men had shot into her face.

It was a very tired and very submissive Monica that I untied two hours later. She had had numerous orgasms while bound to the desk, and she said she wasn't sure she would be much good to Jack in bed that night. I told her I was sure that he would want to use her mouth and that I knew he would be understanding of her exhaustion. I took her to the bathroom and bathed her body gently. After drying her off, I laid her on the bed and gave hner a long and lingering massage with baby oil before leading her naked into the living room.

"Jack...Monica has had quite a day. She is very tired, and I expect that she will not be quite as active with you as she has been with Mark and Tony. I apologize for that, but we'll make it up to you some time in the future. But she will sleep with you tonight since you've not had the chance. And, of course, you may fuck her anyway you chose. Her pussy is quite sore from the strappings and the longt period of time with the vibrator inside her, so I would advise that you fuck her mouth most of the time for the rest of the night. Her mouth has been trained well, and she can take it in her mouth just like she does in her pussy, so feel free to lay over her and fuck in and out of it just as you would her cunt. She loves it."

Jack was very nice about it all, and said that he would enjoy every minute that he was with her and that he understood completely. Saying goodnight to each other, thet day ended for all of us but Jack and Monica.

I arose early the next morning to fix breakfast for everyone. The men all had to leave in a hurry since they all had jobs to get to. There wasn't time to have any sex with Monica before they left, but each one of them gave her tender kisses and thanked her for a weekend that they would never forget.

After they had left, Monica looked up into my eyes and said, "You know...you've put me through alot this weekend. Some of it was very embarrasysing and humiliating, and some of it was very, very exciting. All of it was wonderful, and I can't thank you enough for being my Master and letting me experience it all."

I held her tightly and kissed her soft, clean hair. No matter what happened in our future, there was one thing I was sure of. That was that I loved this woman with all my heart and soul. Whether I continued to be her Master or not and whether she continued to be my slave or not was really immaterial. What really mattered wtas that we had each other.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.9 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:54:33 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Michelle, College Coed

Several days following the exciting weekend with Tony, Mark and Jack, Monica got a call from the young girl she had met in the restaurant when I had taken them all out to eat. I had overheard her saying something which indicated she might enjoy being with other women and when I saw the pretty young girl go into the ladies room I told Monica to go in and see if she could strike up a conversation with her. She did much more than strike up a con versation with her, she wound up eating the girl before coming back out to join the rest of us.

The girl was calling to see if she could come visit Monica sometime soon.

"I hope you don't mind me calling, Monica. I've just thought about you so much since that day in the restaurant and I'd really like to see you again," she said in a slightly trembling voice.

"No, I'm glad you called, Michelle. I'd like to see you again, too. I should tell you that my husband knows what we did ian the ladies room that day. In fact, he sent me in there to talk to you."

"Ohhh, he did? He doesn't mind if you do those kinds of things with other women?"

"No, in fact he often sets up situations for me when I can be with both women and men. Would you mind him being present when we are together and perhaps participating with us?"

"Ummmmm, well...I guess I'd be sort of embarrassed the first time, with him being so much older than me and all, but I saw him with his arm around yoru after we had left the ladies room and he's a good looking man. I guess it would be alright."

"I'll have to clear it with him before I can allow you to come visit, but I don't think there will be any problem as long as you understand that he decides for me who I'll be with sexually. I do anything he says sexually."

"Really? Anything? You mean he can tell you to be with someone and you'll be with them?" Michelle asked excitedly.

"Yes, that's exactly how it works. He's my MASTE'R and I'm his sex slave. I do anything with anyone he says, male or female. How do you feel about that?"

"Gee, well, it sounds kind of exciting. I wish my boyfriend would make me be with other men. He's not really all that excited about me being with other women. Too jealous, I think."

"Maybe you'll discover that you'd like for my MASTER to make you do things. He might be willing to train you as a slave."

"Ooooooh...that sounds so wicked! I'm not sure I could do that, but itt is making me wet to think about it. When can you let me know if its ok for me to come visit?"

"I'll call him right now and ask and call you back, ok? When can you come if he says its alright?"

"My classes are over for the day now and I can come any time today or tonight. I'll be free again on Friday night if today doesn't suit. Ohhh, I hope he says its ok!"

"You do understand that he will at the very least watch us, don't you?"

"Yes, I understand, and that will be ok...wwho knows after he's watched me for a while and seen me naked I may not mind if he joins in. But I'd like it if he'd go slow with me at first. I've been with women before, but never in a threesome."

"I'm sure he'll be very understanding. Ok, let me call him now and see what he says...call you back in just a few minutes!"

Monica called and told me of her conversation with Michelle. I was pleased, of course, and told her to let Michelle come over that night after supper. I was thrilleds by the excitement I could hear in Monica's voice and by Michelle's interest in learning more about what it might be like to have a MASTER.

Later on that day, as we sat at the dinner table trying to eat, I suggested to Monica that she wear the same white dress and garter belt outfit that she had worn that day in the restaurant.

"Michelle wants you, so there really isn't a need for seducing her, except that we want her to be very, very turned on. The more excited we can get her the more responsive she will be to the idea of giving herself to us more completely. So I want you to really turn on the charm with her, but to tease her a bit as well. The idea is to get her so hot she'll do anything," I explained.

"I could wear something more revealing, like the little satin gown, or maybe the cut-off's and a halter top if you liked."

"No, you'll not have the dress on long anyway, but her seeing you in it will remind her of how you ate her in the ladies room and will have an very loose in the way you cross and uncross your legs and touch yourself in sexy ways letting her see your hands caressing your own body. You might also talk to her about our relationship some and tell her with delight some of the things that I make you do. Just making her sit there in front of us while we talk about very explicit sexual things will open her up quickly."

"You know, she really has a delightful pussy....its so young olooking. She has blonde hair there too, and its very thin. Its almost bare once you get down to her pussy lips. And wait until you see her legs! Ohhh, I wish she would hurry and get here!"

I sent Monica in to change clothes and not long after she had finished and had returned to join me in the living room the doorbell rang. All three of us chuckled when we saw what Michelle was wearing. Remembering the dress that Monica had been wearing at the restaurant, Michelle had worn one almost identsical to it. If they had been more alike physically they could have passed for twins in their white dresses and high heels.

Monica introduced us and we led Michelle into the living room. She was a striking young lady. Her hair was shoulder length and worn straight with bangs. It was a natural blonde, and had that lovely color and sheen that so many men are crazy about. She was a tall girl, slightly over 5'8" tall and had long, trim legs which were perfectly proportioned. Her ass had been hthe part that I had noticed first at the restaurant and it was indeed a nice one, but as I looked at her in the white dress I found her over-all figure very appealing. Her breasts were not particularly large, but they were also not too small. Something between a b and a c cup, but very pert and firm.

I sat in the chair across from the couch and watched as the two "twins" sat on the couch turned toward each other. Monica had bent her inside leg and was sitting with her ankle under her outside oleg so that they were wide open. With the dress unbuttoned most of the way from the bottom the tops of her thighs were very exposed, and I knew that if she took her hand from her lap Michelle would be able to see Monica's pussy. She had an excellent view of her stocking tops and garters as it was.

Michelle sat more demurely, but her dress was also unbuttoned several buttons, and I could almost see the tops of her stockings as well. I'm sure Monica could see much more. She reached forward afnd laid her hand on Michelle's knee as she spoke warmly to her.

"You're so adorable, Michelle...I'm really glad you could come over. My MASTER and I felt it took forever for us to eat supper."

"Do you always call him MASTER?" Michelle asked her with a nervous smile, glancing over at me and then back to Monica.

"Well, not always, of course...but he is my MASTER, and I like to call him that. You know I haven't always enjoyed women...he helped me learn to like having sex with women,w and I'm very grateful."

"How did he help you learn to like women?"

"Perhaps I should answer that one, Michelle," I said. "You see Monica discovered that she has a very submissive nature in terms of her sexual interests. She was never able to give herself the freedom to do and think and be what she really wanted to, and her former husband was very conservative sexually and domineering in every area of her life except the area of sex where he was mostly non-involved. Once she began all owing me to decide what things she would do sexually, she began to discover that there were alot of hidden fantasies which didn't really have to always be fantasies any more. At first those hidden fantasies were the things we concentrated on; sex with two men, sex with several men, sex in semi-public settings, those kinds of things. As she began to discover the joy that could be her's by submitting to me she was then able to relax enough to allow me to encourage her to fantasize about new things as nwell. I've spent many, many hours talking to her about watching her with other women and requiring her to talk to me about what she would do with another woman while she masturbated me. I've made her read novels about bi-women and made her look at pictures of naked women while I ate her, and made her watch movies with women having sex with other women while I fingered her or ate her. Its been a learning process for her, but one which she has handled really well."

Michelle had listened intenntly as I had answered her question, only partially distracted by Monica's hand which was rubbing her leg seductively.

"Have you had sex with many women, Michelle?" Monica asked.

"Only three or four actually, and they have all been in the last three years. My first time was with my dad's girlfriend. He's a paramedic and is often on call. One night when she was over visiting he had to answer an emergency call and we were left there alone. I'd had a fight with my boyfriend and she was c onsoling me. One thing led to another and before I knew it we were kissing. It was kinda strange making it with my dad's girlfriend, but we handled it well until they broke up. He still doesn't know to this day that there was anything going on between us. The other girls have been friends I've met since I've been going to college."

Monica's hand had now crept up under Michelle's dress and was rubbing the inside of her thigh above the top of her stockings. As she had spoken Monica had cont inued to lean closer to her and as I watched she placed her free hand behind Michelle's head and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Michelle returned the kiss eagerly and reached out to caress Monica's breasts through her dress.

Michelle let her kisses run along Monica's neck, working her way ever lower. As she did Monica glanced over at me and I motioned for her to slide Michelle's dress up higher. I wanted to see more of those long legs. She went one better. Moving her hands to Michelle's leap, she began unbuttoning the dress and didn't stop until it was completely open. She met no resistance at all from the young blonde and I watched excitedly as Monica spread the dress open allowing me to see all of Michelle's body. She slid it off of Michelle's shoulders letting it fall behind her on the couch.

Unlike Monica, who was not wearing any underclothes at all other than the garter belt, Michelle had a lacy white bra and a matching pair of bikini panties which she had knowingly wornn on the outside of her garter belt. Monica kissed her way down to the swell of Michelle's tits and reached behind her to unhook the bra.

Michelle was busy now unbuttoning Monica's dress and had spread her legs open wide. I could see the crotch of her tight, little panties and could tell that she was quite wet already. Before she could finish unbuttoning the dress, Monica suddenly got up and moved over to me, asking me to finish taking the dress off.

"Master...strip me for Michelle, plcease. I want her to watch you bare my slut body for her. Please show her my naked tits and my bare slut cunt."

Rising and standing behind Monica I reached around and finished unbuttoning the dress, sliding it off of her and letting it drop to the floor. Monica had wisely realized that Michelle would have to sit nearly naked and exposed in front of both of us as I stripped her. When the dress had been removed, I moved my hands to Monica's breasts and cupped them, offering them to Michelle. cThen letting my hands move down to her crotch, I reached in with both hands and pulled her cunt lips down and out, showing Michelle Monica's now wet fuck hole. Michelle began to rub the front of her panties as she watched in an almost trance-like state.

"Ohhhh, MASTER...it feels so good for you to touch me there! Kissing Michelle has made me so hot!" Monica moaned.

"What do you want, Monica? Tell your MASTER what you want," I teased.

"I want to eat her pussy, MASTER. I want to l ick it and kiss it and suck her juice into my mouth!!...Please...may I eat her now?"

"Do you want Monica to kiss your pussy, Michelle?", I asked.

Michelle at first just nodded as her hand moved more rapidly over her pantied crotch. When I said nothing further she finally responded quietly, "Yes, I do."

I watched Michelle swallow hard as she rubbed her crotch insistently, her eyes glued on Monica's nude body which was displayed to her. I began fingering Monica's pussy and pinchinag her nipple with my other hand.

"Show me your sweet pussy, Michelle," Monica whispered across the room hotly, as my fingers moved in and out of her.

Michelle closed her eyes and her head rolled back slightly at the request Monica had made. Then opening her eyes once more she reached down and slid the tiny panties off her bottom and down her incredibly sexy legs. Spreading the legs wide open she took her lips in her fingers and pulled them apart allowing us both to look at her open chunt.

Monica moaned and hunched her hips against my hand. "Ohhhh, MASTER...her cunt is so pretty! I neeeeeed to lick my tongue up and down her soft, wet lips...Pleeeeease let me kiss her pussy, MASTER."

"Are you sure you want Monica's mouth on your cunt, Michelle?" I asked again.

"Yesss, I do!" she replied quickly and firmly this time as she rubbed her clit hard now, her pussy openly displayed.

"Yes, I do what, Michelle?" I teased.

"Yes, I do want her to kiss my pussoy, sir!" she replied.

"Put two fingers in your hole, Michelle," I demanded.

"Yesss, sir," she replied weakly and slid two fingers deep into her pussy.

"Look at Michelle fingering her pussy, Monica. She is very sexy when she masturbates, isn't she?" I slid another finger into Monica's now dripping pussy as I waited for her response.

"MASTER!!...Please, oh please let me eat her!!...she said she wanted me to..you heard her...Please, let me kiss her wet pussy...look how it glikstens with her juices!!" Monica pleaded.

"Yes, but Michelle keeps calling me sir, Monica. I'm not a sir, am I? Is that what I am, Monica...a sir?"

"Noooo, you're a MASTER!! If she calls you MASTER will you let me eat her?...Pleasssse????"

"Well, I can't be her MASTER, though, Monica...you trembling little bi-slut whore, unless she is a slave-slut, now can I? Is she a slave- slut, Monica?" I asked lewdly, as I fucked my fingers harder in and out of her hot cunt.

Michelle was fingering her cunt furiously now. I knew that we were working her up to the desired state and wanted to milk it for all it was worth.

"I think she is, MASTER...."

"You THINK she is?" I interrupted rudely. "You think? What kind of answer is that, Monica? Why don't you ask her to tell you, Monica, and then maybe you will know!"

"Ohhhhh Gawd, Michelle!!!...Pleasssse tell him you're a slave- slut!!..please do!..I need to taste your cunt juice in my mouth so baaaaaad!!!"

a Michelle swallowed hard once more, her eyes now glazed over with passion as her fingers flew in and out of her fuck hole. She opened her mouth and then closed it and then opened it again.

"Yessssss, Yessssss, yesssssss...I'm a slave-slut...I'm ...I'm a slave-slut...I'm YOUR slave-slut...I'm your bi-slave slut MASTER!!!!! Now can she eat my hot pussy, Pleeeeeeeeease??????" Michelle was beside herself with need now, and it showed all over her body. Her thighs were now wet with her juices andi her nipples stood out firmly on her rising and falling breasts.

Taking my fingers and rubbing the juice which covered them on Monica's face, I whispered hotly to her, "Now...eat the slave-slut, Monica....eat her until she comes all over your face!!"

Monica quickly knelt between Michelle's nylon clad legs and stuck her tongue straight into the hungry fuck hole which was already so wet and hungry for her touch. As she licked at the young girl's pussy she reached back between her legs andr began fingering her hole furiously.

I had grown incredibly hard during the teasing of my two sluts and the sight of Monica's up-raised ass and her busy fingers was an open invitation to me. Quickly sliding out of my clothes, I moved behind her and knelt, rubbing the head of my thick fuck meat up and down her dripping wet slit. I stared straight into Michelle's eyes as I fucked Monica doggy-style, and reached forward to pull at her rock hard nipples.

Michelle's head began swinging backn and forth, her blonde hair flying as it did so. Her orgasm hit her strongly and quickly as I pinched her long nipples hard and as Monica sucked on her clit with fervor.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhh!! Gaaawwwwddddd!!! Unggggggggghhh!!!!" she screamed wildly as she came. "Yessssss!!!!! Yesssssss!!!! Ohhhhh Yesssssssss!!!!"

The animalistic passion exhibited by the young blonde drove Monica and I both over the edge and our own grunts and moans soon joined Michelle's in a climactic chorus.

Finally we were all spent and Monica fell onto Michelle's body holding her tightly in her arms. I sat beside them on the couch, stroking their hair alternately with my hand and smiling at them.

"You did well, Michelle," I said quietly.

"I've never, ever experienced anything like that before!" she said earnestly. "I didn't know I was capable of feeling such extreme passion! The way you made me beg for her to eat me!!...Ohhhhhh, you are a MASTER!!! Thank you both so very much!"

u Monica looked up at her and smiled, dropping her head back to her belly and kissing her flat stomach tenderly as she continued to lay with her head in her lap.

"Michelle, you needn't thank us...it was our pleasure to share our passion with you. I know we both hope that you'll let us continue to help you discover more and more about what excites you."

All three of us slept especially well that night. Monica and I both knew that we had a new friend who would be our friend for many daysm to come. Michelle knew that she had opened herself up to more passion and excitement than she ever expected existed before and that she now was indeed a slave-slut who both needed and had a MASTER.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.10 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:55:04 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

The Shopping Trip

One afternoon not long after lunch, I called home to tell Monica that I was going to take her to a nearby city for some shopping. I told her to dress in the black dress with her black garter belt and stockings and that I would pick her up around 3:30. When she got in the car and assumed the position I had trained her to assume when getting in automobiles, I saw that she had worn the black panties which match the garter belt.

"Those pantieso will have to go, Monica...but you can leave them on for a while, I suppose, if you like."

"I'm sorry, MASTER. You didn't say whether to wear them or not...but of course if you like, I'll take them off right now! Did you want me to wear the bra?"

"No...did you wear it, too?" I asked with disappointment.

"No, you know I don't like to wear bra's much unless you request that I do..I left it off. Here, let me take these panties off, too. They'll only get soaked anyway." She slid thSe tiny, black panties down her pretty legs and began to place them in her purse.

"Here, let me have them" I said, reaching out for them. When she gave them to me, I pressed them to my nose to smell her juices. The crotch was already quite damp, and they smelled wonderful. I put the panties in my coat pocket. "I'll just keep these. Thanks," I said smiling.

It was a rather long drive to the mall to which we were going, and as usual I enjoyed fingering Monica's pussy along the way. Shee learned long ago to always bring a towel to sit on when we go for a ride. With some women, that might not be necessary...with Monica it always is. She returned the favor, of course, and was just finishing with my cock when we turned into the parking lot of the mall. I lifted her head from my lap and told her to brush her hair and wipe the cum off her chin.

"Anything in particular we are shopping for, MASTER?" she asked.

"Well, I want to take you to Victoria's Secret to look for some lingerie for you. You've been pretty hard on your stockings lately, and the order we placed with Fogal hasn't come yet. I thought we might find a new garter belt or two, also. I'd like to buy you a new bikini bathing suit now that your cunt hair is trimmed as it is. You can wear a much smaller one than you did last year. Anything you know of that we need?"

"You asked me to remind you to buy a new jar of KY jelly...you said the jar we got last week was almost empty...do you want to get it here?"

"Yes, thank you...I'll let you get that from the drug store for us. Oh, and buy some rubbers, too. We don't need them, but I like for you to buy them. Get one of the big boxes. Come to think of it, get a new enema bag and a copy of Penthouse for me, too."

"Yes, MASTER." I glanced over at her and saw the smile on her face. She was beginning to see that this was going to be a memorable shopping trip.

We entered the mall, and immediately inside the door we entered was thee shoe department of one of the larger chain department stores. The clerk who seemed to be on duty was a handsome looking young guy in his mid-twenties. I figured him to be a college kid who was working in the shoe department part time. He looked at us and smiled, his eyes roaming over Monica in her black dress. Hooking her arm, I steered her over to a display of high heels.

"Let's let you try on some shoes, Monica. These seem to be along the lines of the ones we like, and I'm sure the you ng salesman will be happy to let you try some on."

We picked out a pair of black pumps with a relatively high heel, and Monica sat down in one of the chairs as the young man went to get her size. I walked around looking at some of the other shoes on the wall across from where she sat. Looking back at her, I smiled and gave her the hand signal which directed her to change from restrictive positioning of her body and clothing to relaxed positioning. I also gave her the signal that told her tol raise her skirt.

When the young shoe salesman came back, he was greeted by a very pretty pair of crossed legs in black stockings and a skirt raised high enough that the band at the top of her stockings was just barely visible along the sides of her legs. He sat on the bench in front of her and took her foot in her hand and placed one of the shoes on her foot. Monica held her leg just a bit higher than was really necessary, allowing him a view which went above the tops of her stockings. Placging that foot on the floor, she held out the other one, raising her leg even higher this time, and very nonchalantly let her legs part as she did. Looking over his shoulder, I could see that he had an unobstructed view of her naked and partially shaved pussy. I watched him squirm rather awkwardly on the stool as he took much longer to put this shoe on than it should have taken him.

After he had put the other shoe on, Monica rose and walked around slowly in them, turning around in front of thet mirror and letting her dress swirl sexily as she did. Walking over to me, she asked, "Are these high enough, dear?"

"Turn around, Monica, and let me see from the back. That's it....your dress is too long for me to really tell....lift it just a bit for me in the back...yes, that's better...well..."

"I'll be happy to try on another pair if you don't like these dear! I love trying on shoes! Why, I could try on shoes all day long with a nice salesman like this one!" she purred.

Thdere was little doubt, judging by the bulge in the young man's pants, that he would love for her to try them on all day, too.

"Yes, I know you'd love that, Monica, but we really don't have all day. Perhaps if this young man is working tomorrow you could come back and try on some more shoes while I'm at work."

"I'll...ahem, cough, yessss...I'll be here tomorrow afternoon...not in the morning, though...come tomorrow afternoon and I'll help you try on all the shoes you like!" he said exciteddly.

"We'll consider that then. We really must move along now. Let's not get these right now, dear," I said impatiently.

Sitting back down to allow the man to remove the shoes, Monica raised her skirt much higher than necessary. She looked quickly from side to side to see if anyone was watching and then slid it up over the tops of her stockings. Then she smiled a sweet and sexy smile at him and said, "I hope you understand...it really wasn't that I didn't see anything I liked."

k "Noooo, of course not...please don't concern yourself. I get paid for letting people try on shoes, and believe me...it's usually not the pleasure this has been. Please do come back tomorrow. Perhaps I'll be able to help you `put your hands on something' that will really please you then," he smiled broadly.

Monica just smiled and touched his cheek gently as she turned and walked away beside me. After we had walked a few steps, she turned her head and winked at him as he stood shaking his hegad slowly from side to side. He'd never see her again, but he would sure remember her for a long time.

Just inside the mall entrance to the department store were the restrooms, and I stopped Monica as we neared the entrance to them. I reached in my pocket and handed her a set of ben waa balls and told her to go in the ladies room and insert them in her vagina. I wanted her to feel them moving around inside her as we completed our shopping.

While I waited for her, I walked over to the eedge of the wide walkway that looked down on the lower section of the mall. There was a sitting area just below, and there was a group of older teenage boys and girls sitting there talking and laughing. They were an attractive bunch, and pleasant to watch as I waited for Monica's return. When she joined me at the railing, I had her stand very close to it and look down at them. I had an idea that they would be able to see up her dress from their vantage point.

Sure enough we had only been sltanding there for a couple of minutes when the guys started whispering among themselves and then glancing up at us much more regularly.

"Those young guys are looking up your dress, Monica. I wonder if they can tell you don't have any panties on? Think they can tell you have ben waa balls in your cunt? Look at the blonde headed kid...nice body, huh? Bet you'd like to see what he's got in his jeans, wouldn't you? The guy next to him doesn't look so bad either, nor the other one. Maybe I sMhould let all three of them spend some time with you...It would be fun to watch three young guys use you for a while. Do you like exposing your naked pussy to them?"

Monica blushed at my words and whispered hotly, "Yesss, MASTER, I do enjoying exposing myself to them. And they are talking about me to each other, too. I can tell they are."

"Well, it's a shame to end their show, but we do have shopping to do. Maybe we'll run into them later on. Come along now." Taking her by the arm, I led her away and down the walkway toward the lingerie store at the other end of the mall. I could tell by the expression on her face that the ben waa balls and the teasing in the shoe store and at the railing was beginning to have its desired effect on her.

Once in the lingerie shop, we browsed around for a good while, both of us finding things which it would be fun to buy for her. There was an attractive, young sales girl on duty who did a good job of trying to be helpful without being heaevy on the sales pitch.

"I like to see her wear bra's around the house," I said to the young girl. "But I usually prefer for her not to wear bra's under her clothing. She has rather small breasts and doesn't need to wear one often anyway. Except that her nipples do get...well, they have a way of showing through some things, if you know what I mean."

The girl smiled a rather tight smile and replied that she did, in fact, know what I meant. Holding up a pair of panties that were so skimepy they were nearly non-existent, Monica said very seriously, "Do you have any panties in this same color that are smaller than these?"

"You mean a smaller size?" the young girl asked.

"No, I mean that don't cover so much up," Monica replied.

"You see dear, most of her hair...well, her hair down there, that is...most of it has been removed, and so she doesn't need much in the way of panties." Turning to Monica I said, "Those really are a lovely color, Monica. I'd like them alot ife they weren't so conservative looking."

The young salesgirl was blushing now, and it was obvious that we were not her normal run of the mill customers.

Monica addressed her once more. "You know, I realize that some women don't like panties like these, because they have a tendency of working up into you, but I guess that's one reason that I like them. I think it feels really good when they do that, don't you?"

The girl was really at a loss for words. I walked toward the other sihde of the store to help ease her embarrassment just a bit. Still close enough to hear the conversation between the two of them, I heard the girl ask Monica quietly, "Do you really have most of your hair trimmed off...down there?"

"Yes, I do. My MAST..er, well, my husband did that for me one night. He said it would make me more pleasant to kiss there after he did it. And so far no one has complained, and quite a few people have complimented me on it."

"You say everything so calmly, jucst like its not unusual at all for people to compliment you on having your private place shaved! I wish I could feel as free as you do to do things like that. It excites me to hear you talk about it all!"

"Monica handed her one of my business cards from her purse, and smiling, said to her, "Here...why don't you call me sometime. We'll get together, and maybe we can be friends. I'd love to help you learn to be more free and to feel good about yourself."

Before the girl could answer, I called to Monica, telling her that is was time for us to be moving along. We thanked her for her help, and Monica reminded the girl to call her at any time as we walked from the shop.

"That girl has some real potential," Monica said eagerly. "You should have seen her face when she asked me about having my pussy shaved. And when I said something about being kissed there, I thought the poor little thing was going to have an orgasm right there. Oh, I hope she calls soon!"

I smiled to myself at the changes that had taken place in Monica over the last year or so. She was beginning to really get the hang of being my little bi-slut, and I was loving every second of it.

"I'm going to sit down here and rest a minute. You run on down to the drug store and get the items I told you to get. Do you remember what they were?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so...KY jelly, condoms in a big box, a new enema bag, and a Penthouse magazine. Was that it?"

"Exactly right! Good girl! oOh, damn, we forgot to get the stockings for you while we were in the lingerie store. I'll go get them while you are in the drug store and meet you back here."

Blowing me a kiss and smiling, Monica left to do her shopping in the drug store. I walked back into the lingerie store and found the young clerk over by the cash register.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, miss, but we forgot to get stockings when we were in here earlier. Monica keeps getting runs in the knees of her stockings. oWe go through a pair nearly every day, it seems. At least with stockings, you can mix and match them rather than having to have a new pair just for one run."

The girl smiled knowingly and replied, "Yes, I know. That's one of the reasons that I enjoy wearing them so much, too."

"Well, I like them mainly because they look so sexy, and also because you can get to things...well, because they are so much more convenient at times."

"You and your wife are some couple!" the girl grinned.r "Did she tell you that she asked me to call her sometime?"

"Yes, and I'm really glad she did. I hope when you come over it will be sometime when I can be there, too. There's nothing more enjoyable to me than watching Monica with another woman...unless of course its helping her with another woman!" I said, grinning broadly.

"Help her? Ohhhh, you men! She just wants to be my friend, you silly, and all we'd do is just talk girl talk, I'm sure. But if you like, I'll try to come over aot night, when and if I do that is."

I winked at the pretty young girl and replied, "Well, I'll have a fresh blade in the razor just in case. But you surely won't need to worry about doing anything you don't really want to do. I hope you will come. You're a lovely and very sweet girl."

Handing the stockings to me, she thanked me for my compliment and assured me that she was even more anxious to visit now than before.

When I returned to the rest area Monica was already there, sittieng calmly, but with a rather red face.

"You do know how to embarrass me, don't you?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "The man who rang up my purchases had a grin as wide as the Hudson River the whole time he was waiting on me!"

I laughed heartily, and said with a grin almost as big as the East River, "Well, did it make your pussy wetter to stand there and have him grin at you while you bought all those things?"

"Of course it did. You know me!" she replied with a chuckle.

"kThen I'd call it `mission accomplished,' my dear," I said as I took her arm and led her away from the rest area.

With the exception of a bikini bathing suit and some more garter belts, we had bought everything that we had come to buy and were just about ready to go back home when I spied the three young guys who had been treated to a view up Monica's dress earlier. Stopping Monica, I whispered to her. "Look...there are the young guys who were looking up your dress. It's pretty close to clositng, and the mall has thinned out alot since we came. I think it's time for you to really be the slut you've been hinting at being all day long. Are you game?"

"You know I'll do anything you ask me to do, MASTER! What do you have in mind?"

"Look at their tight jeans and their crotches. I bet they have some young meat there that would literally explode if you got a hold of it. Just think of all the cum that they could shoot for you. You'd like to have their cum, wouldn't you, Monicao?"

"Yesssssss, I love young cocks, MASTER...but how and where..."

"Listen, I'll go check out the men's room. It's just around the corner. I bet there is no one in there at all at the moment. What I want you to do is to go up to those guys and offer to suck them all off in the men's room. You can do it in one of the stall's, and I'll stand guard just inside the door for you to let you know when its OK for you to take the next guy. I'll send them in one at a time until you've taken on

"You just want me to walk up to them and offer to suck their cocks?" she asked increduously.

"That's exactly what I want you to do. You do want to please me, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do! And you're exactly right, I'd love to have their young dicks jerk in my mouth and shoot gobs of white cum in my throat. Let's do it!!"

"Good girl! You go ahead and talk to them while I check out the men's room. I'll let you know if we need to wait for someone to leave before you enter with them."

I checked out the men's room and it was, as I had expected it would be, empty. In the meantime, Monica had walked up to the three teenagers and smiled warmly at them, staring at their crotches openly. She later told me what she had said.

"I said to them...Hi guys! You know I've noticed you guys ever since my husband and I got here. And just looking at you has made me so horny!! If I could, I'd just reach out and grab all three of you right here, but it i,s a bit too public. Listen, I want to take all of you in the men's room and suck each one of you off. I not only want to, but I need to! Will you help me out and let me do it? I'll do a good job. I promise!"

They all three had grinned big grins, and the blonde had replied to her, "Gosh, lady, are you serious? You're a fox! And you want to suck us all off in the men's room? How about your husband. Won't he care?"

"No, he will stand guard for us and let us know if anyone is comingi...well, if anyone is about to enter the men's room, I mean. Someone will be coming, that's for sure!"

"Lead the way, lady. This is outa sight!!" the blonde had exclaimed.

The men's room was still empty when they arrived, Monica walking in front with a huge grin on her face, and the three young guys nearly drooling at the mouth and sporting big bulges in their tight jeans already. I nodded to the guys and looking around to see if anyone would see, opened the door for them all to enterl. Once inside, I asked Monica, "Which one do you want first, you horny, little, cocksucking slut?"

"The guy with the cute mustache," she replied, and opening the door to the nearest stall, walked in and sat down awaiting her first young cock. The one she had referred to rubbed his hands anxiously and began unzipping his jeans before he ever got inside the stall door. Soon the three of us could hear the sounds of Monica's hungry mouth working on the boy's hard dick, and in less than two minu tes, we could hear him groaning as he shot his hot sperm into her.

He walked back out of the stall cockily, and with a big grin and a stuck-out chest, almost crowed out the invitation, "Next!"

I had seen Monica staring at the blonde a bit more than the others, so I gave the dark haired boy a slight push, indicating it was his turn. Might as well save her favorite for last, I thought.

In less than a minute this young guy had spilled his fuck into her mouth. She was either turning ein a remarkable performance or these guys were really ready...perhaps it was both.

"Ok, stud, you're next!" I said, smiling at the good looking blonde boy.

"Yummmmmy!!" we heard Monica exclaim only a short time after the blonde guy had entered the stall. This time the sucking noises seemed even louder than they had before, and once again in a very short time, we could hear the grunting sounds of another teenage climax. But this time the door didn't open and the sucking noises continued .

"She's gonna suck him off again!" one of the young boys exclaimed.

"Sure seems like it," I said with a smile. "Think maybe she found something she likes?" I asked.

"Ole Davey is hung like a horse!" he replied. "I guess she likes 'em big, huh, mister?"

"She likes 'em all, son. Believe me, she does," I said.

"Ohhhh, what a cock!!" Monica exclaimed from within the stall. "You've got to fuck me with that thing! Shove it up my cunt. Now!!"

I saw her hands appeahr at the top of the stall as she stood now, begging the young stud to fuck her doggy style.

"Sure lady!! I'll fuck you. I can't wait to get this dick into your juicy, little twat! Hey wait. Lady, you've got something in here. What is...hey, Sammy, the whore has some metal balls up her cunt!! You ever heard of such a thing? Fuckin' metal balls!! Damn!!"

"Wait, I'll get them out!" Monica cried. "Just don't go anywhere. I need that monster cock in my fuck hole!! Here, now fuuuuucccfckkk meeeeee!!!!"

After having already shot a big load of cum in my slave-slut's mouth, the blonde-headed Davey had much more staying power this time around, and he pumped his thick and long cock hard into Monica's dripping wet cunt. I watched her knuckles turn white as she grasped the top of the stall and really began to fear we would be discovered as what was supposed to have been a quick blow job turned into a marathon fuck.

"Damn! He's really screwing the whore!" exclaimed the darmk haired boy. "Listen to her moan and groan! Fuck her Davey!! Fuck her!"

"Yessssss, Ohhhh Yesssss!!!!. That's it!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.....fuuuuuuuckkkk meeeeeee!!!!" Monica cried, and suddenly her orgasm was sweeping through her impaled body. Davey began to come for the second time as Monica screamed her delight, and finally after what had seemed like forever, a pleased but exhausted Davey walked out of the stall.

"Mister, that's some wife you've got there! If you ever neeud our help again, I hope you'll let us know. I work at the Kroger store on Hanover Avenue every afternoon. Gimme a call. The name is Davey Anderson. Whew!!...what a piece of ass!"

The guys left the men's room amid profuse and sincere thank you's, and I walked over to the stall to check on my now obviously very satisfied wife. She was still holding on to the top of the stall, her dress rolled up in a ball and tucked under her belt. Her legs were still spread open widely and cum ran from haer hole and dripped onto the floor below her.

I took the ben waa balls from her tightly clenched hand and pushed them back into her cunt. Lowering my pants, I took my cock out and dipped it in the fuck that the horny young blonde stud had just deposited in her still trembling pussy. Removing it from that hole and positioning it at the opening of her ass, I pressed it forward feeling the head pop into her asshole. Without a word, I began fucking her in the ass, my hands holding her's to the stop of the stall.

I was vaguely aware at some point during the fucking of her ass that someone had entered the men's room, but it didn't matter any more. It also didn't matter that the door was open or that we were being watched. I had cum to dump, and there was only one hole left that didn't have the cum of some other cock in it.

Moments later, when I had spilled my cum into her ass, I lowered Monica's dress and led her out of the stall. The black maintenance man stood smiling at us, nleaning on his mop and obviously having enjoyed the show. "Hot stuff!" he exclaimed with a slow whistle.

"Hot stuff is right!" I said with a smile, and took my wife home.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.11 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:55:35 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Monica And The Delivery Boy

I know that you have to be careful when you live in a small
town. The gossip mill runs at high speed in most small towns and it
pays to be very discrete most of the time. Still I found it very
hard to resist making Monica tease the delivery boys who came to the
house from time to time. When it comes to teasing, noone is any
better than my Monica, and she has a special talent when it comes to
teasing horny young teenagers.
I'm sure some of it has to do with how much she enjoys cock-
sucking and the feel and taste of warm cum shooting into her mouth.
I know that its their nature to get hard quickly and that it
usually doesn't take long for them to squirt either, but when Monica
is helping those young guys its like watching an artist at work.
. At first I'd just make sure that she was the one that went to
the door. She's a little bitty thing, cute as a button, and doesn't
look to be 29. Even if she's dressed conservatively she gets lots
of second looks from men, but when she's wearing something pretty
sexy, watch out! I'd hear the guys stammer when they talked to her
at the door. She was always very friendly, but not overly so.
Still she had an effect on them.
Then I began making sure that she was wearing something sexy
when we were expecting a delivery boy to come. As time went on,
"something sexy" became more and more revealing, and the more of her
little body she showed them the more excited they became. The guys
loved it, Monica loved it, and I got quite a charge out of knowing
she was turning them on so much. Besides, she was always a good
fuck after a delivery boy had been to the house.
There was this one guy namged Jeremy who really seemed to get
off on Monica's flirting, and she unquestionably enjoyed turning him
on the most. He was a handsome young man, about 6'1" and somewhere
around 175 lbs. He delivered for the Chinese restaurant and we
seemed to be eating more and more Chinese food after he started
making the deliveries.
Finally I decided I'd just turn Monica loose on Jeremy and see
what happened. The next time we ordered from the Chinese h
restaurant, I had Monica dress for the occasion. She had a very
sheer black nightgown that was floor length, but which was slit up
one leg in front nearly all the way to her hip. It was held up by
tiny little spaghetti straps and was low cut enough to be very
sexy. Under it I had her wear a black garter belt with her matching
black g-string panties over it and her black seamed stockings. She
also wore a pair of black pumps with very high heels.
e As I looked her over in the outfit, I found that Jeremy would
easily be able to see her garter belt and the tops of her stockings
and the tiny panties through the sheer fabric. The bodice of the
gown was embroidered where her nipples were and it was difficult to
see them, but the slit opened with just the slightest movement to
reveal her leg all the way to the top of the garter belt on the left
leg. It was perfect. Just before time for him to arrive rwith our
food I spoke to Monica about what I wanted her to do.
"Monica, I know that you find Jeremy exciting. I also know
that he nearly pops his zipper every time he comes to our house. So
for you to wear what you're wearing, knowing that he will see you so
intimately is going to be extremely exciting for you. You'll see
his eyes roam over your body, boring through the sheer fabric and
you'll watch the bulge in his jeans grow larger and larger. rThen
your little pussy will get wetter and wetter and you'll wonder if he
can tell how wet and hot to fuck you are."
"I'm not sure how well Jeremy is going to be able to handle
himself when he sees you in this outfit. He may spill all his juice
in his shorts and stain his jeans just at the first glimpse of you.
If so he may become very embarassed and try to leave quickly. If
that happens then I want you to make sure that he is reassured and
does n't feel he has anything to be embarassed about."
"Then again he may handle it all very cooly until he goes back
out to the van, planning on jerking himself off like crazy on the
way back to the restaurant. We don't want that to happen either if
you can prevent it, and if you can't I don't know any woman alive
who could. Before he leaves tonight I want you to take his cum in
at least one of your holes. If he comes prematurely, then you get
him harid again before you let him get away, but make sure that you
get some of his fuck in you somewhere. Do you understand?"
Monica trembled slightly at what I was asking her to do, and
rubbing her crotch lightly through the gown she replied, "Yes, I
understand exactly. You want me to do whatever is necessary to get
him to shoot his cum into me...right?"
"Thats exactly right! Now...reach into your panties and get
some juice on your fingers and da b a little bit behind each ear.
There's nothing like the smell of cunt juice to get a guy's blood
flowing in the right direction", I said.
She was dabbing her sweet smelling fuck juices behind her left
ear when the doorbell rang. I glanced out the bedroom window and
saw the delivery truck in the driveway and Jeremy standing on the
front porch.
"Good, he's here! I'll be just inside the hall where I can
hear every word. As soon as you can , get him turned around with his
back to me so I can watch. When you've accomplished that, I want
you to say, "Oh, Jeremy, you're so tall!", and then I'll know that
its ok for me to watch. Now...go get the door, precious little
slut."
I positioned myself where I could not only hear them, but so
that I could step around the corner and watch what was happening. I
felt a rush of air as the door opened and new that the wind would be
whipping at i the slit in the gown and immediately revealing lots of
leg to the young boy.
"Hi!, Jeremy!", Monica exclaimed with obvious delight. "Come
in out of the wind...gee, its really blowing out there tonight!" I
heard the door shut as Monica continued. "Oh, Jeremy, you've gotten
so tall! How old are you now?", she asked.
Hearing the code words I stepped out so that I could watch them
in the foyer. Monica stood with her back to the door and Jeremy
e shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other as he looked
at her in the sexy clothes.
"I...I'm 18, Mrs. Wade...Well, I'm almost eighteen anyway, my
birthday is sometime in June...I mean its the 23 of June.
You...you...sure do look nice, Mrs. Wade!", he said nervously.
"Why thank you Jeremy! I love to think that men find me
appealing. Do you like my gown?"
"Yes, ma'am, its really beautiful. I've never seen one like it
e before."
"Do you like this slit? My husband really likes that part of
it, but then he is always bragging on my legs. Do you think I have
pretty legs, Jeremy?"
"I've never seen a woman with more beautiful legs, Mrs.
Wade...honest I haven't!", he replied hotly.
"Ohhhh, you're so sweet!!", Monica cooed. "Here, let me take
our meals and set them on the credenza here for a moment....you
deserve a big hug for saying such a nice thing eabout my legs!"
Monica took the two trays from him and set them down. Then
moving back in front of him, she slowly slid her arms around his
neck and standing on her tip-toes kissed him softly on the mouth.
Not removing her arms from around his neck, she looked in his eyes
and moaned, "Ohhhh, Jeremy...I've wanted to kiss you like that so
many times before tonight. Kiss me again, please!"
Jeremy slid his arms around her waist and kissed her back
harder than before. I saw Monica's hips begin to grind slowly
against his crotch as she kissed him fervently. I watched as his
arms moved lower, allowing his hands to cup her tight little ass
cheeks and squeeze them.
"Ohhh, I can feel your dick pressing into me, Jeremy!! Its so
big and hard!! Can I touch it with my hand...please can I take it
out of your jeans and touch it with my little hand?"
"Yessss, Ma'am...I'd like itl if you...you..you'd do that", he
stuttered.
Monica stepped back a bit in his arms and reached to his crotch
with a smile on her face. She struggled a bit, obviously having
some small problem in working the zipper down with his thick cock
pressing the crotch of his jeans out as it was. She slid her hand
inside and slowly worked at freeing his young but manly cock from
his tight jeans.
"Its sooooo nice and warmmmmm, Jeremy...and its sooooo big and
hard! I love big hard cocks so much!" She looked down at it as she
rubbed her palm over the big smooth head. "Can I lick it? I'd
really like to lick it, Jeremy...has a girl ever licked it for you
before?"
"Ye...yesssss, ma'am....my girl licks it for me sometimes, but
she doesn't really like to much", he confessed.
"Ohhh, she doesn't like to? How silly...I love to lick cocks,
Jeremy...I love to lick them and kiss them and suck them!!"
She knelt in front of the now very hot Jeremy and began to kiss
and lick at his long thick fuck meat with her hungry mouth. He
placed his hands on her head and watched the beautiful older woman
loving his dick as if she hadn't had one to love in years. She
licked it's entire length from the base to its tip so hungrily, as
if she were licking a lollipop or a popsicle. Then she began
concentrating on the head, licking around the rim,e letting her
tongue tease his hole.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, Jeremy!!...I love your cock!!" she moaned and
slid the thick head into her open mouth. Her head continued moving
forward taking more and more of the young cock into her mouth until
her lips were grazing in his pubic hair. Her head them began moving
back and forth, fucking his eager cock into her mouth.
Suddenly his hips started pumping furiously and his hands
grabbed her head and pullded it tightly to his crotch.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!....Gawwwwwwwd!!!!", he gasped, as his hot cum
shot out of his jerking cock into Monica's mouth. As the first few
big spurts of fuck shot out of his cock, he suddenly became aware
that he was coming in her mouth, and afraid he had done the wrong
thing, pulled back trying to correct his mistake. He managed to
pull his cock from her lips, but his still erupting cock sprayed cum
all over her face a s it continued to pump his juice.
"Ohhh, Mrs. Wade!!...I'm so sorry!!!...I didn't mean to do
that, but it just felt sooooo goooood!!...I'm terribly embarassed!
I know it tastes awful and now I've gotten it all over your
face!..Please forgive me!" Poor Jeremy was really distraught.
"Hush, silly!", Monica cooed and licked at the tip of his cock,
hungrily feeding on the cum that still oozed from his softening
dick. "I love the taste of speerm, Jeremy...here, watch me..watch me
as I wipe your cum from my cheeks with my fingers and feed it to
myself. See how I love your cum?"
"You don't really like it do you? You're just being nice to
me, I know", Jeremy said, still finding her delight hard to believe.
Smiling at him and taking one last lick at his meat, Monica
stood and said seductively, "Let me show you something, Jeremy. I
want to show you my pussy and how wet it is. My pussy only gets wet
when I am very excited. It never gets wet when I'm doing something
I don't want to do."
Reaching her hand into the slit in her gown and pulling it open
to expose her crotch to him, Monica leaned back against the door.
She spread her legs open wider and pulled the crotch of her g-string
to the side. With her free hand she pulled her lips open for the
young delivery boy.
"See how wet and juicy I am, Jeremy? That should prove to yoou
that I loved taking your cum in my mouth. Eating your sperm has
made me wet and hot to fuck...thats what it has done to me. Can't
you tell?"
Jeremy had begun stroking his cock with his hand as Monica so
lewdly displayed her fuck hole to him. As she had breathed the
words "hot to fuck" he had begun to pump it rapidly, and before she
had finished speaking he was hard as a rock once again.
"Fuck me, Jeremy...shove your hard cock into my ijuicy fuck hole
and hump me...I want it!!!...I neeeed it!!!!"
Transfixed by the trembling slut in front of him, Jeremy slowly
but purposely moved forward with his cock in his hand. Reaching out
for it, Monica guided it to her open pussy and slid the head up
inside her. Jeremy grabbed her hips and bending his knees began
fucking his cock up into her violently, pounding her against the
door. Each thrust of his hips lifted Monica off her feet as eshe
stood on tip-toe to allow the taller boy to screw her deeply.
"Ohhhhh, Yessssss....Jeremy!!!..like that!!...yessss, just like
that!!...fuccck meeeee!!" Wrapping her arms around his neck
tightly, Monica lifted herself and slid her stockinged legs around
his waist, locking her ankles behind him. He continued to ram his
dick into her trembling slut cunt, holding her waist in his hands
and slamming her small body hard into the door as he fucked hecr.
I rubbed my own crotch as I watched the two of them lost in a
sea of passion and lust. I was tempted to take my dick out and
shoot some cum of my own, but I wanted to save it for after Jeremy
had left. He pumped at her for a very long time, grunting with each
thrust of his hips. Monica continued to moan and cry out with
delight at the deep fucking she was receiving until finally she
began gasping and grunting and her climax overcame her.m
Jeremy had never known a woman to respond like this and her
lusty and lewd behavior drove him to his second climax just as her
body had begun to go limp from the power of her orgasm. When he had
finally spilled his load into her, he relaxed his grip on her and
Monica slumped back against the door weakly.
As if awakening from a dream, Jeremy looked at his watch with
alarm and exclaimed, "Oh, no!! I've been gone for nearly 45
minutes.m..if I don't hurry and get back to the restaurant Mr. Sun
Ling will fire me for sure!! I really have to go...but thank you
Mrs. Wade...it was wonderful!"
Monica wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and still
trembling slightly took the money laying on the credenza and handed
it to the young man who was now busily pushing his still semi-hard
cock back into his pants.
"Thank you, Jeremy..that was very, very special!..listen..don't
say anything to anyone about what we did. If you do, I know Mr.
Ling will find out and he'll not let you deliver to my home
anymore. We wouldn't want that, would we?"
"Oh, no ma'am...I'll not tell a soul! I hope you'll enjoy your
meal and that you'll call again soon...you're really a beautiful
woman... Mr. Wade is a very lucky guy!..Bye and thanks!!"
I had moved back to my hiding place just before Jeremy had
left, and I turned the corneer once more with a big smile on my
face. I held out my arms to a still weak Monica who walked slowly
toward me and fell into my arms tenderly.
"MASTER...you're a dirty ole man, you know that?", she teased.
"And I must be the luckiest little slut that ever breathed! Please
don't make me eat that food now...please take me to our bed and fuck
me some more. I need a real man! I need YOU!! Please fuck me
anyway you want for as long as you want...now!"
She didn't have to ask twice.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.12 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:56:21 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Karen, The Sorority Slave

Part One

A year or so before I met Monica I had met a pretty young girl
named Karen in a rather unusual way. I was staying in a hotel in
Chicago on business and one evening after having been out rather late
I walked down the hall to my room and noticed someone sitting in the i
floor outside one of the other rooms. It soon became obvious that it
was a woman sitting there, and that she was completely nude.
I was afraid that she might be in some need of help, so I walked
past my room until I confronted her, asking her if I could be of help
in some way. She never raised her head, but continued to sit there
naked with her head bowed. I could tell that she had been crying;
there were tears still glistening on her bare legs. Shes made no
effort to cover herself and her cross legged position allowed me to
see her naked pussy as well as her bare tits. While her tits were
quite small they were still attractive, and her nipples seemed to be
quite hard and red looking. Her pussy was completely shaved.
"I don't mean to intrude, but its a bit unusual to find a naked
woman sitting in the hall....are you locked out of your room?", I
asked.
"They locked me out", she answereed quietly, still not raising
her head from its bowed position.
"Who are they?", I asked, perplexed.
"The girls sent me out here to sit."
It all sounded so matter of fact in the way that she said it.
It was as if it should all make sense to me, but regardless of how
calmly and matter-of-factly she said it, it didn't make sense at all
to me. Who were these girls, and why did they send her out in the
hall naked, and why did she allow herself to be sent out, and why did
she just continue to sit here naked? I had lots of questions, but
she didn't seem to be to quick with answers to them.
"Look, I'm in room 410 just down the hall...why don't you come
down to my room and let me loan you a robe? Then, if you like, you
can call the room and talk to them about letting you back in, whoever
they are."
"No, they wouldn't like that, and they would punish me", she
sighed.
Just t hen the door opened and two young black teenage girls came
out of the room.
"Who is this honkey white man Karen, you little slut?", one of
the girls asked menacingly.
"I don't know him, honest!", Karen said with an obvious amount
of fear in her voice.
"Look...what's going on here?", I asked. "If this girl is a
friend of yours why is she sitting out here naked? Who are you
people?"
The two young girls brushed past me and liftedn Karen by her arms
and led her back into the room, closing the door in my face with no
further explanation. I walked back to my room shaking my head and
wondering if I should call the front desk or perhaps even the
police. But still the girl they had called Karen didn't seem to want
any help from anyone, even though she did seem to be being taken
advantage of in some way. She seemed several years older to me than
the black girls. It really seaemed as if she could have perhaps been
their school teacher or chaperone or something, but there was little
doubt who was in charge for the moment at least.
I had just about decided to call the desk when the phone rang.
"Yes?", I answered.
"Mister, this is Karen, the girl you just talked to in the
hall. I just wanted to make sure that you understand that I'm ok and
in no danger. We wouldn't want you get worried about me and have you
cause trouuble for us."
"Well, honestly, I was just about ready to call the front desk.
Would you mind explaining to me just what is going on? After all
they could be forcing you to make this call or something too, you
know."
Just then one of the black girls took over the phone.
"Hey, Mister, why dont' you come on down to our room and we'll
explain it all to you so you won't worry so much. You may be just
what we're looking for anyway", she saids.
"Ok, I'll do just that, but you'd better have a good explanation
and you'd better not try any funny stuff with me!"
The whole situation was pretty wierd, and I wasn't about to get
messed up in something that would get me in trouble. Still, I knew I
wouldn't be able to sleep until I knew that this Karen was going to
be ok.
"I'll be right down", I said, hanging up the phone.
When I entered their room I found Karen sitting in the center of
r one of the queen size beds, in much the same position as she had been
in while out in the hall. There were in total six black girls in the
room along with Karen and I and the one who seemed to be the leader
motioned to a chair and asked me to have a seat.
I sat in the chair and looked at the girls curiously. The
situation seemed far less ominous now than it had before. The girls
were all young, probably college age, and all really quite
at
and sundry types.
"You see, Mister...hey what is your name anyway?", the leader
asked.
"My name is Wade, and I'm from Virginia", I replied.
"Well, Mr. Wade, we're all in a sorority at a nearby college.
Its an all girls school, and this is sort of an initiation ceremony
we're having here. Its nothing for you to worry about."
"Well, that all makes sense, except that tthis lady you call
Karen seems to be the one being initiated. She seems old enough to
be your chaperone or something, and it is a bit odd that she's the
only white woman here. How do you explain that?"
The black girls all giggled. "Its really very simple. Karen is
a slave-slut. Her husband has some ties with the President of the
college and he sent her to our sorority house to be our slave. She's
a very bi little slut and loves for us to use her sand we all have
great fun doing just that. Feel better now?"
"Is what they are telling me the truth, Karen?", I asked her
directly.
"Yes, it is the truth, Mr. Wade. And the whole truth is that I
love every second of it. Nothing turns me on more than being the
slave of these black girls and doing whatever it is that they ask me
to do."
Her response was quite clearly spoken and seemed to be quite
sincere, but still there was seomething about it all that bothered
me. Perhaps I just wasn't used to the idea of a woman wanting to be
the slave of a group of black teenagers.
"You spoke of punishment out in the hall...do these girls punish
you often Karen?", I asked.
"Not really", she replied, "you see they only punish me when I
don't do the things they request of me, and that very seldom
happens."
"Just what sort of things do they make you do?", I wondered.
The black teen who had been acting as spokesperson smiled and
said, "Why don't we just show Mr. Wade some of the things we make you
do? He might find it very interesting."
"Anything you say, Mistress", Karen said calmly.
The other girls all clapped and giggled and the "Mistress" Karen
had referred to opened the drapes which covered the large window at
the end of the room and cleared off the low table which sat in front
of it. She then instructed Kareen to stand on the table and to show
her body to us. I watched with wide eyes as Karen moved from the bed
to the table, standing in the open window completely nude and
spreading her legs lewdly in front of me and the other girls who had
now all sat down in the floor and on the bed to watch her
performance.
I was slowly aware of music playing on the radio in the room and
Karen moved her naked and quite pretty body sensuosly to the beat of
t the song which was playing. Her hands played at her tits, pinching
her nipples and making them hard and then cradling them and lifting
them in an offering kind of way to those of us who watched. Slowly
her hand moved down her stomach to her belly and on further to her
crotch where she reached between her now wide open legs and pulled
her outer cunt lips down and out opening her pussy to the view of
those who were watching her.
"Now, show ush your ass, dirty white slut!", commanded her
Mistress.
Karen turned slowly, exposing her bare tits now to anyone who
might be watching from the outside and bending over slowly reached
back behind herself to spread her ass cheeks open wide, giving us all
a clear view of her shaved pussy and her little brown asshole.
One of the black girls seated in the floor now produced a dildo
and handed it to Karen as she straightened up once more and turned
back to face us. It was a big dildo, one of the largest ones I'd
ever seen, and it was totally black and shaped like a cock in every
way, complete to the veins along the sides of the shaft and the big
head at the tip.
Karen seemed to have this routine down to a science and didn't
have to be directed as to what to do next. Bending her knees and
assuming a semi-squatting position, she began to insert the big dildo
in her now dripping wet cuwnt. I watched excitedly as she slowly
inserted more and more of the huge cock like rod up into her pussy.
I was not the only one becoming excited. Some of the girls who
watched were now playing with their nipples and running their hands
into their panties as they watched their white slave performing for
them.
The expression on Karen's face had slowly changed during her
performance. At first it had been a rather blank look, much like she
hhad no emotion at all about what was happening. But as she had
become involved in showing off her naked body she had begun to smile
and show signs of honest enjoyment and genuine excitement. Now as
she began fucking herself with the dildo in earnest, the look on her
face was one of extreme passion. It was a sight to see, for sure.
Two of the pretty young girls now came and knelt beside my chair
and reaching over into my lap began rubbing my crotch. Myh cock had
grown quickly hard watching the horny little slut display her
nakedness and the touch of the two young hands rubbing me made me
even harder. I wasn't sure whether to allow them to do what they
were doing or not, but the sight of Karen fucking herself with the
huge dildo made it very hard to say no.
The room was beginning to smell strongly of sex. I was sure
that Karen's pussy was not the only wet one in the room and as I
looked around at the young girls they were all freely fingering their
pussies. While Karen continued fucking herself on the table, two of
the young girls crawled up onto one of the beds and stripping off
their clothes began sixty-nining. Karen's eyes became glued to the
sight of the two girls eating each other and her movements with the
huge fake cock grew more rapid and intense.
The two girls who had knelt beside my chair now had removed my
throb bing member from my pants and were alternately stroking it and
licking at the head with their pink tongues. Karen's eyes darted
back and forth from the bed to my chair and her breathing became
suddenly audible throughout the room.
The two girls who were left rose and stood next to Karen on the
table. One of them reached behind her and began to insert a finger
up her ass. The other moved her mouth to Karen's breasts and began
sucking at her harhd, pink nipples. Standing on her tiptoes, the girl
who was fingering Karen's ass moved her mouth to Karen's mouth and
began kissing her deeply. The whole room reeked with the smell of
cunt juice and reverberated with the sloppy sounds of wet pussies
being licked and fingered and fucked.
I felt my cock being taken deeply in one of the girls mouths and
began hunching my hips up to stroke my cock in and out of her wet,
red lips. The sight of Karefn being made love to by the two young
black girls was really getting to me, and I knew that it wouldn't be
long before I would be spewing my hot white cum into one of the girls
mouths who knelt beside me. I ran my hands down the backs of the
girls on either side of me and reached into the tiny panties to find
the wet pussies which were by now begging to be filled. Sliding my
fingers into both of them at once I began to finger-fuck two black
teenage girles as I watched two more sixty-nining on the bed and as I
watched two more of them bringing their exhibitionist white slave to
a climax in front of the big window.
When Karen began to moan in the young girls mouth and hunch her
hips violently back and forth against the huge black dildo the chain
reaction began. Suddenly all over the room orgasms were occuring.
My own came swiftly and the hot cum shot out of my jerking cock into
the mouth of the tiny littnle black girl on my left who was sucking me
at the time. She sucked and sucked and sucked and while I was aware
that she didn't seem to be swallowing any of it, she seemed intent on
getting every drop of my cum from my cock.
Her very strong orgasm now over, Karen was led over to the bed
in front of my chair, the big dildo still inserted in her cunt. They
laid her on her back in front of me, and all surrounded her as they
watched the girl who had taken my cum rise and move over her
outstretched body. She lowered her face to Karen's and kissed her
mouth deeply, spilling the cum which I had filled her mouth with into
Karen's hungry and waiting mouth. They each took turns kissing her
now, letting her slide the still warm cum from her tongue to theirs
as they french kissed her with abandon.
I was certainly convinced now that Karen was not being held
against her will by the young teen black gbirls. And my attitude
toward the entire evening had changed quite a bit since my return to
the hotel. I was no longer considering calling the front desk. Nor
was I in any hurry to return to my room. I was sure there was more
that I needed to learn about this sorority to which these girls
belonged, and about the white slave they so eagerly used. s

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.13 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:56:52 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Karen, The Sorority Slave

Part Two

The sight of the big black dildo still sticking out of Karen's
shaved cunt was more than I could handle sitting down. So I did the
obvious thing. I knelt between her legs at the foot of the bed and
started fucking her with it. I worked it slowly at first, watching r
with interest the way her lips hugged it when I pulled it outward. I
worked the dildo with my right hand and rubbed her hard little clit
with the thumb of the left one. I loved the sound the big hard fake
cock made fucking her almost as much of the sight of it. She was so
wet that the fucking made a sort of sloppy, slurpy sound. Sort of a
"Sworp, Sworrrrp, Sworrrp".
She had great legs, and there were little goosebumps on the
insides of her o pen thighs. If she hadn't looked so good with the
high heels on I would have taken them off so I could watch her toes
curl. I knew they were. A tiny rivulet of cunt juice began running
downward from her full hole to the empty one below it, and I
watched the ring of her asshole catch the juice. I couldn't look at
it for long without wanting to taste it, and I reached forward with
my head, searching for it with my tongue. It was good juice. I
could understand why the girls liked their white slave. I mean, I
know a slut when I see one. This Karen was a slut.
The black girls were taking turns sitting on her face now. I
have to admit, the contrast of their black asses and her white skin
was pretty exciting. I smiled at the way they humped her face. If
they were worried about whether she liked it or not, it certainly
didn't show. But then the juice that continued to flow from her baby-
ylike little hole wasn't all from the dildo either. I knew better
than that. She liked eating pussy. No question about it.
When her hips started working overtime I sped up the fucking I
was giving her and rubbed her clit even harder. I even thumped it a
few times with my middle finger, just for good measure. Two of the
girls started sucking at her tiny tits while another was hunching her
face, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she started coming. Whegn
another black face appeared at her belly and a long pink tongue
started licking at her clit, I moved my hand to her ass and started
sliding in my long middle finger. All the flags went up then. I
thought she was going to buck us all off the bed. If she hadn't had
wet black girl pussy spread all over her face I'm sure they would
have heard her all over the hotel.
We could have stopped then. I know some people would have. But
after allt, I hadn't fucked the slut yet. And seeing her fuck her
hungry little ass up in the air like that had really gotten me
going. Besides, the young black girls hadn't shown any sign of
stopping either.
I slid the big black dildo out of her well used cunt and started
pressing it against her asshole. I wasn't sure if she could take the
thing there or not, but we were about to find out. Nothing better
than a slut who can take it up the ass, eI always say. I had to go
slower than I had thought I might. The damn dildo was so fuckin
big! But the girl who had been licking Karen's clit had now begun
licking at her shiny pussy lips and it wasn't long before the little
bi-slut's hips were working once more. The head of the dildo slipped
in with a small popping sound, and I slowly worked more and more of
it up her chute. I heard a muffled moan from her still covered mouth
that told me everything ywas going to be just fine.
I had just worked the full length of the long and thick black
fucker into her ass when one of the girls who had sucked me off
earlier said, "Here...let me do that for you..climb on and fuck the
bitch!!"
Sounded like a great idea to me! Dropping my pants to the
floor, I crawled up onto the bed and slid the full length of my now
throbbing cock immediately into the wet slut cunt that was so ready
for more. No way my cock could compete with the huge fucker that had
been there before me, but still I knew how to use the thing, and I
know there's always something special about having the real thing. I
worked my hips in slow circles, letting the shaft touch all of her
wet hole. The movement of the big black dildo in her ass was
exciting to me, and I knew without a doubt that it certainly was for
Karen.
There were still two girls kneeling on each side hof Karen, but
now instead of sucking on her little tits, they were pulling at her
nipples with their fingers. They also had taken her hands and put
them to work in their wet little cunts. They worked like twins or
something. With their inside hands they pinched and pulled at her
nipples. Their outside hands were holding her wrists and pulling her
hand ever tighter to their humping fuck holes. The girl who was
using Karen's mouth was now squatwting over her facing me. She had
her hands behind her pulling her ass cheeks open, and I could see
Karen's tongue working hungrily on the girl's pink asshole.
Just for the heck of it I reached forward and tried out one of
the young black girls' ass, just to see if she liked a finger there
or not. I knew the girl couldn't have been over 19 years old, but
her little backdoor was obviously very used to having something
inserted in it. In no ti me I was working a third finger in it and
she was humping our two hands like crazy.
Karen was having a string of orgasms now and they were
beginning to run together so that it was hard to tell when one ended
and another began. The earlier blow job had been good for me, and I
had just about convinced myself that I could fuck the little slut all
night long when I felt that familiar feeling at the base of my dick.
I started ramming her really hard thhen. I could feel the head of my
cock hitting the back of her cunt with every stroke now, and I humped
at her as if I was trying to make it go all the way up into her
womb. The cum shot out with such force that it almost made my eyes
cross, and I pumped the hot fuck into the quivering slave cunt
beneath me in what seemed to me like such great amounts that I
envisioned it squirting out of her hole and spraying the face of the
young black girlk who was fucking her with the dildo. Finally I had
dumped all the cum I had to dump and suddenly feeling very weak,
moved back to the chair to rest once more.
Eventually the girls had their fill too, and one by one began to
lose interest in their slave. Finally she was left laying all alone
on the bed, still spread-eagled and covered with cunt juice and cum.
I watched as her breathing finally slowed, smiling as a river of cum
leaked out of her cunt andu ran down the crack of her ass.
"Now do you believe our story?", asked a smiling black girl I
later learned was named Suzie.
"Yes, I must say there is little question about you having a
slut on your hands here", I responded happily.
"Oh, yes, we sure do!! And, believe it or not, Mister, you
haven't seen anything yet!!"
I felt that just a bit hard to believe. There wasn't much else
that they could put Karen through. She'd been wdell used and well
fucked already. "Oh, I expect she's finished for the night, dont'
you think?", I asked.
Their laughter told me that, at least in their eyes, my
appraisal of what would happen the rest of the evening was very short-
sighted.
"Let's clean the little whore up girls, and show our new friend
just how wrong he is!", laughed Suzie.
They all gathered around Karen, who had reverted to her almost
stupor like state, and l,ifting her, carried her roughly into the
bathroom. "Come on, Mister," one of them taunted, "you don't want to
miss anything."
I followed, and watched as they laid her in the tub. She sure
could use a bath, no question about that, I thought. The bath she
got was not exactly what I had envisioned, and as much as she seemed
to be willing to take what they gave her, I had to really grit my
teeth to keep from stopping them. One by one they squatted ovter her
naked body and pissed on her. Most of them squatted over her face,
and I guess it was the way she opened her mouth like a little bird
and tried to drink the piss that made me decide not to intervene.
But by the time they were done they had coated her whole body with
their yellow urine. Laughing as they completed her drenching, the
girls all filed out of the bathroom.
"You aren't going to just leave her there like that, are you?",
I asked in dismay.
"For right now we are, and if you know whats good for you, you'll
leave her there to soak too, Mister!", said one of them menacingly.
While I'm not one to let teenage girls stop me from doing what I
believe is right, the look that I saw on Karen's face told me that it
was ok, so I left the bathroom and rather embarrased for her and
somewhat ashamed that I hadn't stopped it, I cleaned myself up and
put my clothes back on.
Finally one of the girls went in and turned the shower on the
beautiful naked girl who had laid there so submissively and let them
all urinate all over her. Perhaps if they had been white I would
have been able to take it better. But the fact that they were all
black and so much younger than her made it all seem so odd. I
debated about leaving, but I really wanted to make sure that Karen
was going to be alright, so I stayed.
Sometime afteer hearing the shower stop, the girl who had
evidently been assigned the job of washing the slave off came out
leading Karen by the hand. She led her to the center of the room
where she stood submissively, her head bowed and her hands clasped
behind her.
Suzie spoke to her with a tone of authority. "Now Karen, show
us your holes, so that we may check to see if they are clean!"
Karen reached between her legs and pulled her cunt lips down andd
out while the girls all paraded by and looked closely at her open
pussy. Some of them sniffed at it and made ugly faces and held their
noses.
"Gonna have to douche that whore cunt, thats for sure!", said
Suzie, in an ugly tone of voice. "Now the asshole, slut!"
Obediently, Karen bent turned around and bent over, pulling her
ass cheeks open to allow them to check her asshole. Once more they
paraded by her, checking her ass just as they had heer pussy.
"Hell, that ain't gonna do either!" said Suzie, and slapping
Karen's ass roughly, she told her to go prepare herself for her
cleansing.
Karen sighed, but obediently turned and walked back into the
bathroom. One of the girls handed her a douche bottle and they all
filed into the bathroom behind her to watch her squat in the tub and
douche herself. When she had finished, she stood, and handing the
now empty bottle to one of the girls, assumed the submissive
position I had observed her assume earlier in the living room.
Suzie hung a water filled enema bag from the shower rod and
rubbed the long nozzle with ky jelly. "Ok, slut, bend over and lets
clean your dirty little ass out", she sneered.
Karen bent over as before, opening her cheeks with her hands.
Suzie inserted the long thin nozzle into Karen's asshole, twisting
and turning it as she did so. Then sheh squeezed the bulb letting the
warm water enter the slave slut's ass. I was quite sure that they
had pumped more water into her than was necessary, but she took every
bit of it with only a slight moan. When she felt that Karen had held
the water inside for an appropriate length of time, Suzie once more
spoke to her.
"Now, Slave Karen, stand up straight in front of us with your
legs spread wide and tell us who you are!"
"I'm the slave of a whole sorority of black girls, MISTRESS!! I
love to eat black pussy and I love to do whatever it is that my
MISTRESSES demand of me!! I'm yours to use in any way you please!!
Please let me be of service!!"
"Good girl!", replied Suzie. "Now open your asshole for us and
let us watch the water run from your full bowels and stream down your
slut legs!"
Closing her eyes with embarrassment, Karen did as she was told.
The water squirted out of her ass with a rush and sprayed out over
her thighs and calves. Suzie took the flexible shower head down from
its perch, and turning on all cold water sprayed Karen's pussy and
ass once more. The water must have been icy cold, for after only a
moment of contact with the water her teeth began to click and her
body covered with goosebumps. Finally Suzie stopped spraying her and
turned the shower off. They filed out, leaving her to dry herself
off.
When she came out of the bathroom this time I was struck by how
very lovely she was. She had taken time to fix her hair, and there
was a look of contentment on her face that was almost angelic. Her
nipples stood out from her small but pleasing tits, no doubt partly
because of the cold water, but also I was sure from the continuing
excitement which she felt. I ached to take her to my room and hold
her tightly in my bed for the rest of the night. I knewI she must
need a good nights rest after what she had been through. As she
passed by my chair I reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her
to me as I whispered to her.
"Let me take you back to my room now. I'll give you a nice
massage and I promise you can sleep the whole night without me
bothering you. I know you must be exhausted."
Karen smiled a warm smile and replied quietly, "You're very
kind. There may be a time in the future when I can take you up on
your offer. I'd like it very much. But as you'll see if you stick
around, the night is still young. They aren't through with me yet,
and even if I wanted them to be, which I really and truly don't, the
punishment for going to your room would be more than I even care to
think about." Her eyes confirmed for me the the truth of what she
had said. Warmly, she squeezed my hand, and then releasing it, she
turned back to her waiting MISTRESSES. Moving to the center of the
room once more, she sat naked before them, her legs spread and her
hands behind her back.
"Satisfied now, Mister?", asked Suzie.
"Yes, I am, Suzie...but if you dont mind, I'd like to hang
around for as long as you'll let me. Its all very interesting to
me."
"Sure, just don't get in our way. And hang on to your hat, its
gonna be one hell of a ride!"
I knew she spoke thes truth, and something told me that I really
had alot to learn. I looked forward to learning it.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.14 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:57:22 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Karen, The Sorority Slave:Part Three

Suzie, the leader of the young black girls, tossed a dress over
on the bed as she addressed her white slave. "Ok, slut, put on the
dress and your high heels, its time to take you out in to the world
for a bit!"
Karen obediently slid into the white dress. It was not much of a
dress, frankly. Just a plain white dress with a rather low circular
neckline and no sleeves. It was quite short as well, showing at
least 8 inches of her legs above the knees when she stood. They had
allowed her no underwear, of course. After she had slid the dress
over her naked body and slipped on the white high heels, Suzie
continued her instructions.
"When we get downstairs, you're to walk over to the bell captain
and ask him to get us a limo with a horny driver. If he asks why you
want a horny driver, you're to tell him because you're horny too.
Don't worry about the bell captain coming on to you. If he asks if
you'd like to fuck him or something like that, you can just ask me if
it will be ok, and I'll tell you no, maybe later, but not at the
moment. It will be embarrasing for you to have to ask the permission
of a young black girl, but then who gives a shit?" The rest of the
girls laughed aheartily, and Karen blushed a deep red. "Now, when the
limo comes, you are to sit in front with the driver...not in the back
with us. If he says anything about it, you just tell him that those
young black girls are always trying to touch your private parts when
you ride with them, and that you'd rather be up front with him if its
ok. Whatever happens, you have to ride in the front with him, so
promise anything you have to do get to ride up there with him. You
see, slut, what you've got to do is get us a free limo ride while
you're up there. We aren't gonna pay for the damn limo trip, and so
you've got to please the driver enough that he won't charge us
anything. Either that, or you'll have to pay, and of course you
won't have any money." This brought another round of chuckles from
the now excited girls.
"When the driver asks where we want to go," continued Suzie,
"you ask him if he know s where there is an adult book store that also
has the twenty-five cent peep show booths. Tell him you're in the
mood to buy some magazines and toys and watch a movie or two. You'd
better hope he knows where one is, if not we'll have to pay him off
and find another driver who does know, and you'd have to start all
over again."
Suzie paused for a moment and reaching over to the dresser
behind her took a wide black leather studded dog collar frolm the top
drawer and handed it to Karen. "Here, put this on too...when we get
to the book store we'll hook the leash to it and lead you around
inside. You're to pick out some magazines on bondage and lesbianism,
and of course if you can find some on black men and white women, or
even better on white women and black women together, then get them
too. We'll lead you over to the counter where you will then ask the
man behind the counter for the biggest idildo that he has also. When
he adds it all up and tells you how much it is, you then will have to
tell him that you were hoping you could suck him off to pay for the
merchandise. If he hesitates, then you tell him you'll also suck off
some of his peep show customers if he likes, but that you really need
the merchandise you've selected. After you've done whatever it is
that you have to do to pay for all the trashy magazines and the huge
dildo, then we'll goe back to the limo and come back to the hotel. Do
you understand what you're to do Karen?"
Karen swallowed hard and nodded quietly, dropping her head and
staring at the floor. The studded collar was so obvious around her
neck and contrasted so much with her sweet appearance, even in the
short white dress. There was no mistaking it for anything other than
a dog collar. I was amazed at the really sluttish things they were
going to make her do, but I kbnew without a doubt that she was going
to do them all.
"Ok, lets go then...Mister Wade, you stay in the background now,
and be a good boy...don't mess us up!", Suzie says.
"Oh yea, I'll be good, Suzie...this is going to be something to
see!", I said.
When we got downstairs, Karen walked over to the bell captain
and made the request she had been instructed to make. Sure enough
the bell captain, laughing at her, told her that if she was all tha t
horny he could take her in the baggage room and take care of that.
And, as instructed, Karen asked Suzie if it would be alright. The
neat thing was the really excited way that Karen asked her, and the
disappointment that she showed when Suzie told her no. Since he had
some hope that he'd have another crack at her, the bell captain took
no for an answer, and said he thought he knew just the driver for
us. In less than ten minutes the limo drove up.o
I was really impressed with the well laid plans that Suzie had
come up with. The conversation in the front seat went almost exactly
as she had invisioned it, except that the guy did know where there
was a dirty book store, and except that it was the driver who struck
the free ride for a blow job deal, not Karen. Maybe it was the way
her legs looked with that short dress on, or maybe it was the way she
licked her lips when he got in the drivers seat. sWhatever it was, it
worked perfectly, and Karen's head had disappeared before we had
driven a mile.
After about ten minutes of wondering if the limo driver was
going to wreck us or not, Karen sat back up wiping her mouth on the
back of her hand and smiling. The satisfied driver slowly shook his
head from side to side in disbelief. He turned to her and said with
a big smile, "Honey, you can ride with me ANYDAY!!", and laughed
heartily.
r The book store/porno shop was, as most are, in a pretty shoddy
section of town. I wondered to myself how often limo's graced the
parking lot, and decided that the answer was probably more often than
most people realized. Suzie had decided that three of the girls
looked too young to go into the book store, and would only allow the
older looking girls to accompany us inside. The other three stayed
in the limo with the now satisfied driver.
Ju st before we got to the door, Suzie stopped Karen and attached
the long black leash to the dog collar. Then she went in ahead,
leading Karen behind her. I waited just a moment or two before I
entered, not wanting to give away the fact that I was with them.
"What the heck," I thought to myself with a sneaky smile, "I might
want to be one of the customers when it comes time for her to pay for
her purchases."
Once inside I saw Suzie leading aKaren over to a wall of
magazines. I glanced at the man behind the counter and smiled at the
look of surprise mixed with delight on his face. He'd seen alot, I'm
sure, but I don't think he'd ever seen anything quite like this. I
walked over near them so that I could watch Karen select the
magazines. She chose some good ones, every one of them sure to make
her blush a deep red as she laid them on the counter. She picked up
three on bondage andg discipline, a couple on lesbianism and one
entitled, "White Girls Sucking Black Cunts". She looked at Suzie as
if to ask if that was sufficient, and Suzie pointed to one more which
Karen obediently added to the stack. It was entitled, "Girls Who
Love Dog Dicks".
Suzie then led Karen over to the counter. Karen laid the
magazines down, and as instructed said to the clerk, "I'd also like
the longest and thickest dildo that you have."
Th e man behind the counter was a young guy, probably in his mid
twenties. He had long blonde hair and a mustache that was more brown
than blonde. He was wearing a Harley-Davidson t-shirt and had a
rattlesnake tatooed on his right arm. He smiled broadly at Karen and
said, "Lady, we've got some pretty big dildo's....are you sure you
can handle the biggest one we've got?" While he waited for her answer
he began looking through the magazines she had selected and dringing
them up. He grinned broadly at the choices she had made.
Karen blushed a deep red and replied, "I'm quite sure, sir,
please give me the very biggest one you have. I'd prefer that it be
cock shaped if possible and if it is black it will be even better,
sir."
He laughed out loud and reaching under the counter produced
almost exactly what she had asked for. The biggest and most
realistic looking dildo I had ever seen.e It even had balls attached
to it. Laying it on the counter, he said with a grin, "This is the
biggest they make lady...its 14 inches long, four inches across and
made out of a new material that feels a hell of a lot like the real
thing. Unfortunately, its not black, but then when its in use you
won't be able to see it anyway, huh?" He laughed loudly at his
little joke. Feeling a sharp tug at her collar and glancing over at
Suzie, Karen realizerd immediately what her mistress wanted her to do
next. Looking once more to Suzie, Karen said loud enough for the
clerk to hear her, "Mistress, may I have the dildo, Pleasssse? It
seems to be very near the size I've been wanting. Pleasse, may I?"
The clerk grinned at the exchange and waited patiently for an
answer from Suzie. Suzie frowned and replied, "Ain't no white man
got a cock like that slut, but I guess it will keep you busy for a
while. ..go ahead and get it."
"Ok, that will be $78.83 then", said the clerk.
"Sir, I don't have any money", Karen said embarasingly. "But
I'd love to please you in payment for the merchandise if there is
somewhere we can go."
"Look lady....I've got to work here at the counter, I can't go
anywhere...and besides, I'll have to put that money in the register
to make it balance, and no blow job is worth 78 bucks!! Either pay
up or get the fuckt out of here." This part wasn't going exactly as
Suzie had planned. I watched with interest from a distance.
"Could I please some of your customers as well?", asked Karen,
visibly beginning to become upset. "I'll do anything, sir, but I
have to have these items, and I really don't have any money. Please,
help me sir!"
"Look you tramp," snarled the man, "if you want to whore around
in the booths for a while and see if you can come up with the moneye
its ok with me...but you aren't getting any of this stuff until I get
$78.83, and thats final!"
Walking up to Suzie and taking out my wallet, I said with a
smile, "Miss...I'll give your slave $5 for a blow job back in one of
the booths, if thats ok with you."
Karen looked at her mistress with pleading eyes and said,
"Mistress....I know five dollars isn't very much for a blow job, but
perhaps there are some other men back there who will alswo let me suck
them...I really want the magazines and the dildo...please let me take
his money!"
Suzie looked at Karen with mock disgust, and slapping her ass
hard with the leash, said roughly, "Go ahead, cheap white tramp, suck
all the cocks you can, but hurry up about it, we haven't got all
night." I handed Suzie the five dollars and taking the leash from hr
led Karen into the room where the quarter movie booths were. Once
inside, I slipped lmy arm around her waist and spoke to her softly.
"Look, this part has turned sort of sour on you, I know...let me give
you the money and you can watch a movie or two with me and then we'll
go back out and tell them that you earned it all, ok?"
Karen smiled warmly at me and rubbing my cheek with the back of
her hand said, "You're a really nice man...and I think I'll have to
take you up on your offer, even if I pay you back sometime, because I
don't see many occupied booths in here. But you still don't realize
how much I need to do these things, do you? Sure, its terribly
embarassing for me to have to suck cocks to pay for dirty magazines
and dildo's and even limo rides....but I need that embarassment! it
makes me horny as hell to be embarassed and humiliated like that!
So, yes, I will accept some of your help this time....but dont' do me
too many favors, or you'll ruin it all for me...Ok??"
Shaking a my head slowly, I replied. "Sure...Look, I'm
sorry...all this is pretty new to me. I've never met anyone like you
before. I mean, you're wonderful, so beautiful and so very
submissive...and the things that you'll do to please other people!
I'll wait here for you while you earn what you can from some of the
others in here, if thats what you want. But don't take long, I'll
make up the difference for you. Just promise me that you'll give mge
your telephone number so I can get in touch with you after I've gone
back home to Virginia. I'd hate to think that I'll never see you
again."
"Thanks, Mr. Wade!", she said in a voice much like a child at
Christmas. "And listen, don't you worry about not seeing me
again...I'll make sure that you do. I'll give you my phone number
when we get back to the hotel." Then she started to walk toward the
nearest booth with a red light onl, and smiling broadly at me again
said, "Don't go away...I won't be long."
I watched as she put her head close to the door and said loud
enough to be plainly heard and understood, "Hey, mister...if you'll
let me in I'll suck that big cock of yours!" Needless to say the
door opened and pretty soon I heard the sound of her wet mouth
sucking off the man inside the booth. In less than five minutes she
emerged again and flashing a ten dollar billa at me and smiling she
moved on to the next occupied stall.
Fifteen minutes and forty dollars later she came back over to me
and said, "Well, I earned over half of it anyway. Looks like I need
about twenty-five dollars."
Glad to see her time in the booths come to a close I handed her
the extra $25 and walked back out of the booths with her. She
proudly approached the counter and handing the money to Suzie, bowed
her head and said submissivebly, "Thank you MISTRESS! I have enough
now I think to pay for the items you allowed me to get." Suzie
handed her the money which Karen then paid to the clerk. He began to
bag up her purchases, but was stopped by Suzie who told him there
would be no need of a bag. He smiled a knowing smile and handed the
magazines and the big dildo to Karen, inviting her back at any time,
but advising her to bring at least some money the next time.
Suzie led Karen across the parking lot with the leash attached,
and took it off only as she allowed Karen to enter the front seat of
the limo again. As we drove off Suzie and the other two girls who
had witnessed Karen's performance began telling the other girls all
about it, and I watched as Karen's head once more disappeared, this
time with no negotiation required at all.
As we turned into the hotel parking area, I glanced at my watch
and was amazed to see that itt was nearly 5:00 am. I had a plane to
catch that morning at 7:30 and still had to pack and get to the
airport. As much as I hated to do it, I said my good-byes.
"Young ladies, you're creativity has amazed me. I must say that
you've provided a very interesting and enlightening evening for me,
and I appreciate it. Best of luck to you and your slave. She's
really quite something, and I hope you realize how luck you are. I
have a plane to catcoh in just a few hours, so I will have to say
goodby to you now. But if you don't mind, I'd appreciate just a few
words alone with Karen before I go."
"Glad you enjoyed yourself, Mister", said Suzie, "go ahead and talk
to Karen for a bit if you like, but dont' keep her too long, we've
still got plans for her."
Thanking her, I walked Karen over to the side of the lobby out
of the ear-shot of the others. "Thank you once again Karen. Here's
my card.y..it has both my work and home numbers on it. I guess you'll
want to have your husband's permission before you call me. If so I
certainly understand. He's quite a lucky fella, and I'd love to meet
him someday. If he says its ok, please give me a call sometime.
Maybe I can entertain both of you in Virginia sometime, or meet you
back here in Chicago the next time I'm here on business."
Karen wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply on
th
special, Mister Wade. I'm sorry that we didn't have more time
together alone, I would have really enjoyed that. I'll tell my
husband how helpful and nice you were, and I'll have him send you a
check for the money you lent me. You're right, I will have to see if
its alright with him before I can call you, but perhaps he will let
me. I do hope so, really I do. Now you go back home anod find you a
girl who will be submissive to you as I am to my husband. You
deserve a woman like that!"
"I'd love to think I could find one someday, Karen", I said with
a warm smile. Taking her hand in mine and squeezing it one more time
I turned and walked to the elevator. I glanced back just before the
doors opened to see Suzie talking to the bell captain as he motioned
toward the baggage claim room. He handed Suzie what looked like
money and Karen was led into the room behind him. Smiling softly I
entered the elevator and watched the doors close on one of the most
interesting nights of my life.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.15 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:57:51 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Monica and The Sales Lady

"Her name is Allison, and she has the longest legs! And not
only that but she crosses them just like you taught me to cross mine,
and once while she was talking to me she laid her hand on my thigh,
really high up and squeezed it real sexy like, and it was all I could
do to keep from falling in her armls, cause she had these big..."
"Monica!! Whoa!! Slow down! I want to hear all about it, but
you're talking so fast I can't get it all!"
"I'm sorry, I guess I'm still excited....but if you had been
here you would understand...Oh, I can't wait for you to get home!!"
"What time did you tell her to come?"
"I told her you'd probably get home around 6:00 and I asked her
to come for supper around 7:00. You didn't mind my inviting her to
come back did you?"
I smiled warmly at the enthusiasm and excitement that I heard in
Monica's voice. The Allison she was so excited about was a lady who
had come to the door selling life insurance. Monica's training
allowed her to let lady salesperson's in the house as long as they
were attractive and not accompanied by a male. It also encouraged
her to determine if possible whether or not the sales lady might have
any interest in the things we were i nterested in, and if so to try to
set up a meeting with me if possible. Thats exactly what she had
done, and it pleased me to see her so excited about it.
"No dear, thats exactly what you were trained to do. You did
well. Now tell me once more what this Allison looked like."
"Well, she is really tall...she must be around 5'10" or maybe
even a bit taller...she had on high heels so I may be over-estimating
her height just a little. She has lights brown hair, not too long,
and green eyes. She was dressed conservatively, very business-like
in a skirt and blouse. But I could tell she didn't have on a bra
under her blouse by the way her nipples pressed the front of the soft
material out. When she sat on the couch she crossed her legs and
then tucked the ankle of her right leg back under the ankle of her
left leg...just like you showed me...and slid her supporting foot
back at that angle thnat makes legs look so pretty...you know what I
mean."
"Was she wearing stokings?..or could you tell?", I asked.
"I really tried to tell, but it was difficult. She had on
either stockings or pantyhose one, but I'm not sure which." I heard
a small laugh come across the phone lines. "Maybe she'll wear the
same skirt and blouse tonight and you can find out for yourself."
Chuckling, I replied, "Yes, or perhaps I'll make you find out
for me. "
"Yesssss, MASTER!, whatever you say!", she giggled into the
phone.
"Did she say anything to make you think she might be bi?"
"Well, it wasn't so much what she said as it was the flirty way
she said everything she had to say. She did say that I was very
attractive and that she loved petite women. Then when she rose to
leave she put her hand on my thigh, very near to my crotch and
squeezed it quite hard. I didn't want her tot move it, but I wasn't
sure whether to say anything or not."
"I think you did everything exactly right, precious little slave-
slut! I can't wait to get home...in fact I may come home just a bit
early to help you get ready. This could be a fun filled night."
After we hung up I made a call to the Chamber of Commerce to
check on the insurance company that this lady supposedly worked for.
It was a well known company and she was listed as their saleis
representative for our area. She worked out of Chatanooga, Tenn. and
came through our area once every three months they said.
Finally around 5:00 I got caught up enough that I could leave
work. When I got home I heard the shower running and slipped into
the bathroom quietly to find Monica laying back in the tub with her
eyes closed. She had the Shower Massage showerhead in her hand and
was letting the warm water pulse against her spread open cunpt. It
had almost gotten to the place that there wasn't anything that Monica
did anymore that she didn't do in some kind of sexually fulfilling
way. I loved it.
I slipped back out just as quietly as I had entered and slipped
out of my clothes and into the nice navy smoking jacket that Monica
had given me for Christmas the year before. I took the white silk
wrap-around gown that I had given her out of the closet and laid it
on the bed. It was a very pretty gown, quite short, but still very
attractive on Monica. I found the white slippers with the very high
heels and laid them beside the gown.
I was in the kitchen fixing a screwdriver for her when I heard
the water finally stop. I made the drink stronger than necessary,
but then she expected the drinks I fixed for her to be that way. I
held the drink out to her as she came through the bathroom door
rubbing her still hard nipples with b oth hands.
"Oh!!, you scared me, you silly! When did you get home?"
I smiled at her and kissed her gently on the mouth. "I've been
here for a while. I saw you were, ahem, "busy" in the bathroom and
decided to give you some privacy."
With an embarrased giggle she sipped the strong drink and
replied, "Yes, I was sort of "busy", wasn't I? I'm afraid I stayed
in there too long, I've not even started supper yet."
"I called for some rsupper to be delivered when I saw that you
hadn't started anything yet. It should be here shortly. In fact, I
think I hear a car in the driveway now. Here...slip a towel around
you and go open the door for the delivery boy."
She gave me that "You're something, aren't you?" look, but
obediently wrapped the small towel around her and opened the door for
the teen-age delivery boy. I didn't have to watch to know what
effect she would have on him.o She told him to please put it on the
dining room table for her since she couldn't let go of the towel, and
turned her back giving him a good view of her cheeks as she came back
in to get the money to pay him.
"Is it the kid with the big one?", I teased.
"Yes, you devil, and its even bigger than usual now...must be
the towel."
"Well, too bad we've other plans, he could stay awhile...maybe
another night."
Grinning a big sexy grin she toonk the money from me and paid the
boy off. I heard him whistle an appreciative whistle as he walked
away from the door toward his car.
"I think he heard us talking", she said with a smile, "his face
was a beet red when I walked back in and gave him the money."
Together we set the table in the dining room and no sooner had
we finished than the door-bell rang once more. This time I did the
honors.
"Hello...you must be Allison, the insurance laday that Monica was
telling me about. Please, come in."
"And you must be Mr. Wade. Monica was so kind to invite me for
supper, I really didn't expect that...she's a delightful woman."
"Yes, she is delightful in many, many ways!" I said as I ushered
Allison into the dining room. Monica was certainly right about
Allison looking like something we'd be interested in. She wasn't the
kind of woman who struck you right away as being beautiful, but she
s had an air about her which told you there was alot there both to look
at and to learn about. She was quite attractive.
"I hope you'll forgive the casual way we're dressed. We enjoy
the privacy of our own home and usually wear something comfortable
when we are here."
"Oh, no...thats just fine. I dont' blame you, I don't wear much
at home either, frankly."
"Well, we certainly want you to make yourself at home while
you're with us", I sa"id with a mischievous grin as I pulled out the
chair for her.
Dinner was fine under the circumstances. I knew that Monica and
I were anxious for it to be over with, and I got the impression that
Allison felt the same way. Finally we were all through and we
retired to the living room.
Monica and I exchanged smiles as Allison seated herself in the
same manner she had earlier in the day. This time I seated myself on
the couch next to her and hMonica sat in the straight chair opposite
us. I gave Monica the code to open her legs and smiled to myself as
she sat open legged in the short gown. Her pussy was plainly
obvious, but the look on her face gave not the slightest hint that
she was aware of it.
Allison obviously had on the same outfit which Monica had
described. I could see her nipples plainly through the material of
her blouse, but it was very difficult to detect any garteyrs through
the tight skirt. She began her presentation as if there was nothing
at all else on her mind, although I caught her glancing up often and
looking between Monica's legs. Each time she did I could detect a
nervous twitch of her eyes and watched as she swallowed hard before
speaking again.
Several times she laid forms in her lap and on two or three such
occasions I reached to her lap and took them to look at for myself.
In doing so I was osoon able to brush my hand against her thigh enough
to tell that she did in fact have on a garter belt under her skirt.
Her nipples grew harder and harder behind the blouse until they were
literally poking out through the silky fabric.
"This is an unusual question, I'm sure, Allison", I said, "but
I've always wondered what the answer is. Is there a clause in
insurance policies which gives the company an out in the event that
the insured dies while engaged in an unusual sexual activity?"
Allison brightened and smiled warmly. "I guess that depends on
what you mean by unusual...just what do you mean by that?"
"Well, you see Monica is a rather unusual woman. By that I
mean that she has needs which are somewhat more....well, I mean she
often has to be....I guess what I'm trying to say is that..."
"Pleassse, please, Mr. Wade...feel free to say exactly what you
mean to me, I'm a big girl, and I'vae seen it all, I assure you!"
"Well, ok then...Monica is a slave-slut, Allison. Its not
unusual at all for Monica to be involved in group sex situations with
both men and women, and believe me, sometimes they can be very
physically draining. I've just often wondered what would happen as
far as insurance is concerned if she had a heart attack or something
under such circumstances."
Recrossing her legs and sliding her skirt higher on her fnull
thighs, Allison rubbed her hand along her calf sexily as she answered
my question. "Well, thats really a very good question, and its the
kind of question that more people should ask. Luckily for you, I
know the answer", she smiled broadly. "For insurance purposes a
heart attack is a heart attack unless it can be proven that the
insured suffered a self-induced heart attack as a way of committing
suicide. There is no case where an insurancne company ever tried to
prove someone attempted suicide by fucking themselves to death."
While she had been giving her explanation to me, I had given
Monica the hand signal which indicated that she was to rub her legs.
I had displayed the signal long enough that the signal had
additionally informed her that she was to also touch her pussy.
Allison saw her hand moving on her legs out of the corner of her eye
as she spoke and when she hads completed her answer focused her eyes
directly on Monica and watched calmly as her hand moved to her pussy.
Monica had now laid her head back and closed her eyes and
without any further instruction from me was now also rubbing her
breast with her left hand inside the gown.
"Would you like something to drink, Allison?", I asked with a
smile.
Without taking her eyes off of the busy little slut who was
performing for her, Allison repilied breathlessly, "Yes, that would be
nice...a good cold strong drink would be very nice."
I took my time in the kitchen fixing the drink. I knew that
Monica would not stop playing with herself now unless I told her to.
I also knew that Allison would not stop watching her.
What I saw when I came back into the living room proved me right
on both counts. Monica's robe was now completely open, revealing
her small sexy body. Her left hand was pinchsing and pulling at the
nipple on her left breast while her right hand was busy pumping two
fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt. She had slid down on
the chair now until her pussy was right at the edge of the seat, and
her head was still laid back and her eyes closed tightly.
Allison had pulled her dress up to her waist and was slumped
down on the couch. Her eyes were fixed on Monica and both hands were
playing in her shaved and naked fuck hofle. She didn't even look at
me as I entered the room.
Sitting beside her, I lifted the glass to her lips and watched
as she sipped from it thirstily. She still made no sign whatsoever
that she was aware of my presence. Moving her drink to my right
hand, I began to unbutton her blouse with my left hand, not stopping
until I had it completely unbuttoned and had pulled it back to the
sides to reveal her hard nipples and full breasts. Having done thdat
I began to play with her nipples with the fingers of my left hand,
pinching and pulling at them, twisting and turning them like radio
knobs. She had two fingers from each hand inside her cunt now and
was fucking herself with the same gusto that Monica displayed across
the room. I began to talk to her in a soft sexy voice.
"You love watching her, don't you, Allison?....You love
watching the hot little bi-slut fingering her dripping wet fucke hole,
dont' you?....Look at her nipples, Allison, don't you wish you were
sucking on them now?....think how good her juices must taste...think
how good her mouth would feel sucking on your naked fuck hole....do
you want to eat her Allison?...do you?....crawl to her, you dirty
little cunt sucking tramp, crawl to her and suck her juice into your
mouth...do it now!!!"
She fell forward immediately to her knees, crawled across the
carpeted floor, fand pressed her mouth tightly against Monica's wet
cunt. She slid her arms under Monica's trim thighs and pulled her
pussy into her face with her hands.
Meanwhile I moved behind her and slid her tight skirt up over
her ass. Slipping off my robe, I stroked my cock once or twice and
then knelt behind her. I rubbed the head of my thick fuck meat in
her sloppy wet slit and then began fucking her as her mouth worked
noisily on the slut cunt in fro nt of her. Monica grabbed her head
in her hands and pressed her mouth even more tightly against her
trembling pussy.
I began pumping my cock in and out of Allison's hot cunt,
grabbing her by the hips as I stroked my meat into her. When I had
established a nice comfortable rythym, I moved one hand to her ass
and began pressing a finger against her asshole. Realizing that I
needed lubrication, I slid my hand up Allison's back and past hepr
head to Monica's cunt and slid my finger in between Allison's bi-slut
mouth and and the juicy dirty tramp fuck hole on which it sucked.
Coating it quickly with the juice that Allison so obviously
hungered for, I moved it back to her ass and slid it quickly into her
tight little shit-hole. Her hips really began moving now as she
fucked herself back and forth on my thick cock and on my finger that
was moving in and out of her chute.
Monica boegan to moan softly, and her breathing began to come in
gasps. I knew her orgasm was beginning and wanted Allison to come
with her. I picked up the pace of my assault on her holes and was
rewarded by a continually more frenzied movement of her hips. When
Monica's ass began to lift from the chair and thrust itself into
Allison's face, I felt Allison's cunt and asshole both clench
noticibly. The small of her back started dipping and rising in time
to the fucking of my cock in and out of her hole and I heard a deep
scream begin in her throat, muffled only by the juice that filled her
mouth and the pussy against her lips. Monica's climax was a very
strong one, and she grabbed Allison's hair and pulled at it trying to
draw her head tighter against her crotch as she came.
The scream that had started in Allison's throat grew stronger
and moved through the juice and cunt to her own lips and escape d
strongly now. Her whore hips bucked high and strong as my cock
began spewing hot wet fuck into her. She jerked from the waist back
and thrusted outward from the waist up, both ends fucking, one end
taking, the other end giving. Suddenly her whole body locked up,
tight as a drum, and then just as suddenly she went limp, falling on
the floor. My now soft cock slid out of her hole and Monica was
forced to release her head from her grasp.
. Rolling Allison over on her back I checked her breathing to make
sure she was alright. I'd seen a similar response to orgasm before
with Donna, so I knew she had just momentarily passed out. She
stayed out longer than Donna had, however, and it was nearly five
minutes before she came to. By that time Monica had knelt beside her
also, partly out of concern for her safety, and partly out of
gratitude for the orgasm she had just helped her achieve.
When she did come to we all smiled at each other and hugged
warmly. It had been a very pleasant and exciting introduction for
us. Monica had been right about Allison, and I was proud of her for
being able to tell. How right she had been we wouldn't know until
later on. But we all knew then that there would be more times for
us in the future, and we were glad. Boy, were we glad! l

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.16 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:58:48 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Monica Reveals Her Thirst

"I love it when you use me. I mean really use me. When you
make me be a really dirty little tramp. When whether I want it or
not you make me do terrible dirty sluttish things. I love it when
you call me a whore, a slut, a tramp, a cock-sucker, cunt-eater, all
those filthy things you call gme. I love it!! Why are you asking
me? Noone knows better than you what I like and what turns me on! I
love for you to decide for me. Honestly...there isn't anything you
can't do to me or with me. I mean ANYTHING!!!"
"But Monica, I have such a dirty mind sometimes...and I think of
some of the most depraved things that I could do to you and with
you. But I love you with all my heart, and I don't ever for even a
second want to do something that you won't enjoy. I just want to
make sure...you've done so many things for me already, and you've
been so wonderful about all of them."
"Look....I don't know how to tell you so that you'll believe me,
but there really isn't anything you can make me do, or that you can
do to me or with me that I won't love. I know you. I know that you
would never permanently hurt me or do anything to cause me to be
seperated from you permanently. I know that you ltove me and that no
matter who you fuck or who you bring into our home that I will always
be your wife. I know that! So while I know that by giving you the
freedom that I'm talking about giving you I'll be scared to death
sometimes...still, I know that I am safe with you, ultimately safe.
I want to feel fear...I want to feel pain...I want to feel every
emotion you can possibly make me feel...because I know the pot of
gold is at the end of the orainbow, and that the storm has to come
before the rainbow can. I love you more than I could ever love any
man...and I want to be totally yours to do with as you please."
"But still, Monica, I know you remember Karen, the girl I told
you about and how the sorority girls used her. Suppose I wanted to
use you like they used her? Suppose I did some of the things to you
that they did to her? I don't ever want to do anything to make you
lose respect for t me or to cause you to find anyone else more
attractive to you than me. What would I do if I ever lost you?"
"Silly, silly man!! Of course I remember you telling me about
Karen. Don't you remember what happened that night? Don't you
remember that it was the first time I was ever able to take your fist
in my cunt? Don't you remember that I came over and over and over
and over again? In case you don't remember, it was hearing about
Karen that made me want to be your slave in the first place."
"Oh, Monica...I just want to be sure that...."
"What is it that you want to do? Do you want to piss on me? Do
you want to take me to a dirty book store and make me suck off men in
the peep shows? You want to sell me like a whore? You want me to be
with some animal or something? What do you think I mean by
anything? I mean ANYTHING!!! A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!! What I want most
in the world wis for YOU to decide what to do to me or with me and
then do it. Whatever it is. I love you, I trust you, and I'm your
slave-slut. Period!"
Finally I smiled and began to relax. I thought I knew her and
that I understood what it was that she wanted. But it doesn't hurt
to have some reassurance from time to time, now does it? I mean,
after all, I ask you...Just how far can you take a woman before she
starts to say no? Before Monica I had a mhuch different answer to
that than I do now, I can tell you that.
"Ok...you've convinced me. And I can't tell you how much I love
you. From now on, anything that makes you come and that ultimately
makes you tremble and moan and beg to be fucked is within bounds.
And I plan on doing alot of things with you. Some things we've never
done before. You do remember the code word, don't you? The word
you're to say to me if something happens to make you wanyt out? Or if
you are really being hurt and want me to stop?"
"Yes...I remember well. And I promise that I will use it when
and if I ever really feel the need to. But no matter what you decide
to do to me, I doubt that that day will ever come. Just promise me
one thing...if I ever pass out again, like I did that one time...wait
until I regain conciousness and allow me the opportunity to use the
word before you begin again."
"Of course...I'll alwa'ys do that", I replied.
"And one more thing...promise me that if I do ever use the code
word that you will still love me, and that you will not necessarily
never do the same thing to me again simply because I used the code
word when you did it before. I want to please you, and if I can
build up some tolerance to the thing that you do that causes me to
say the code word, then I want to do that. Please promise you'll
give me another chance."
c "I promise!...you darling little slut you! Now, enough talk!
Lets get on with using you as you were made to be used. You do have
fuck holes, don't you?"
Monica smiled a big broad smile at me and eagerly replied, "Yes,
MASTER....I have three fuck holes...and they are all empty...poor,
poor, me!"
"You're a slut aren't you Monica?"
"Yessss...I'm such a slut, MASTER!"
"And you have a slut mouth, and a slut cunt and a slut asshole,
h don't you, Monica?"
"Yesssss, MASTER, I do! All my holes are slut holes!"
"What does a slut do with her holes, Monica?"
"MASTER....A slut takes any cock into her holes that is
presented to her!"
"But you wouldn't just take any cock into your holes that was
presented to you, would you Monica?"
"No, MASTER...never would I do that!! Never!!!"
"But you said you are a slut, Monica!! Why wouldn't you?"
"Because I'm more mthan a slut, MASTER!!!...I'm a SLAVE-slut!!
I'm YOUR slave-slut! Only if you tell me to take a cock in my holes
will I take it! But if you tell me to take them, I'll take cock
after cock after cock after cock after cock! I'll fuck any number of
men you say! I'll kneel and suck as many cocks as you tell me to
suck! It doesn't matter what kind they are, what color they are,
nothing matters to me except pleasing you, MASTER!!"
"Yes, you're a li ttle slave-slut. And when you agree to be my
slave-slut, you automatically become a whore and a tramp and a bi-
slut, don't you?"
"Yessssss, I DO!!! And it makes my cunt juice run down my
thighs to be those things for you!! It makes my cunt juice puddle in
my panties, makes me soak my jeans, makes me drip onto the floor!!
It turns me into a nymphomaniac fucking and sucking machine!! And I
love it!!!"
I smiled at Monica and told her tod kneel in front of me. She
was already naked except for the gold belly bracelet and the gold
ankle bracelet and the tampon I had told her to insert in her cunt.
No, she wasn't having her period... I just wanted her to put a tampon
in her hole. I sort of like seeing the string hanging out, and
besides, I knew she'd get very very wet when we talked.
"Take the tampon out now, Monica."
She did as I requested, pulling the cunt juice filled tampon t
from her hole and handing it to me.
"No...I can see its filled already with your juices. Just put
it in your mouth and suck on it for me."
She shuddered slightly, but put the soaked tampon in her mouth
and sucked her juices from it.
"How do you like the taste of whore juice?", I asked.
"Mmmmmmm, its very good, MASTER!! I really do love it! Honest,
I do!"
She continued to suck on the tampon and there was no doubt in my
mind tha t she meant every word she said. She did love the taste of
her own juices, and not only her juices, but the taste of cunt juice
in general.
"Have you ever sucked a bloody tampon before, Monica?"
She blushed a deep red as she replied, "No, MASTER, I've never
done that before."
"Good! I may let you do that sometime for me. But I can't
promise that it will be your menstrual fluid that you suck from it.
It might be the mentrual juices of ac black whore. Or perhaps a woman
that I fuck often. You'll still suck them into your mouth and
swallow them, won't you?"
She had put the tampon back in her mouth and had been sucking on
it eagerly while I talked to her. She hesitated in replying to my
question, but it was obvious that it was only because she didn't want
to take the tampon out of her mouth. Finally with a big sigh she
removed it and replied, "I'll suck any woman's bloody tampon tfor you
MASTER! All you have to do is tell me to do it."
"Good girl! Then I can call you a bloody tampon sucking bi-slut
whore, can't I Monica?"
She was trembling noticably now, and her nipples had grown rock
hard on her rising and falling breasts. "Yessss, MASTER, you can!
Thats exactly what I am!"
Monica closed her eyes and sucked hungrily on the almost dry
tampon now. Her hips had begun fucking back and forth. I knew she
needed to touch herself, and I wasn't surprised when she asked the
question.
"MASTER, may I please touch my slut-cunt? You're making me so
hot and so horny! Please let me touch my hole!"
"Well, Monica...if thinking about sucking the menstrual fluid of
a black whore makes you need to touch yourself, then perhaps you'd
like to drink some piss. Would you like that?"
"I'd love to drink your piss MASTER! Please...let me touch
myself while you piess in my mouth!! Please do it!"
"Have you ever let a man piss in your mouth before, Monica?"
"Nooooo, MASTER!! Never!! I promise!"
"How about a woman's piss, have you ever tasted a woman's piss?"
"Ohhhh, MASTER! Do I have to answer that?"
"Only if you want to be allowed to touch your dirty tramp clit,
Monica."
"MmmmmmmmmmmASTER...I have tasted my own piss...I wanted to see
what it tasted like after you told me about the black girls pisising
in Karen's mouth."
"Good girl...now rub your clit for your MASTER...let me watch
you. What did you think of the taste of your piss, Monica?"
Monica's hand slid down her tight belly to her pubic mound and
becan rubbing the hard little nub of her clitoris in circles. She
moaned as she answered my question. "I was afraid it would make me
sick, MASTER. At first I just stuck my finger into the stream and
then licked my finger clean...cbut then when it really didn't taste
bad I decided to try more of it."
I was rubbing my cock through my robe as Monica confessed her
exerimenting to me. Her shoulders were shaking slightly and her
thighs were covered with goosebumps as she continued.
"I stopped before I had emptied myself and got a small glass
from the kitchen. Sitting back down on the toilet, I pissed into the
glass, nearly filling it. Ohhhh...MASTER...this is sooooo dirty..dor
I have to tell you all of it?"
"Yes, little whore...tell me every tiny bit of it...unless you
want to stop rubbing your fuck hole."
"Ohhhhhhh noooo!!!...it feels so good, I'll tell you all, just
let me keep touching my clit...I'm so hottt!!"
"Put the tampon back in before you finish your story,
Monica...you're dripping on the carpet and making quite a mess."
With much embarassment Monica did as I requested, the tampon
slidi ng easily into her dripping wet hole. Her tongue snaked out of
her mouth and she shuddered visibly as she continued her degrading
story.
"The glass was quite warm to my touch, and I swirled the liquid
slowly around in the glass. I held it close to my nose and smelled
the strong fragrance. Pushing a finger up into my pussy, I placed
the glass to my lips and drank a small sip of my urine. Strangely
enough it reminded me of the first time I tasted ta man's cum. It was
a taste I had never experienced before..not altogether pleasant, but
not really as bad as I had thought it might be. I think connecting
it with cum is what allowed me to finish the glass in one large
gulp."
Monica was rubbing her clit furiously now as she paused in her
story and closed her eyes, remembering.
"How did you like it, Monica? Did you enjoy drinking a glass
full of your own piss?"
"I...ohhhhhh MASThER....I came!! I fingered my dirty little hole
while I sat there and drank my piss, and I came and came and came!!
I feel like such a slut telling you this!"
"You look like a slut now, Monica...kneeling there nude in front
of me with the string hanging out of your cunt and your fingers
rubbing your clit, your hips hunching back and forth."
I reached forward and began to pinch one of her nipples very
hard. "Take the tampon out again and feel hofw empty your fuck hole
becomes, Monica. You're nothing but a dirty little piss drinking
slut-cunt whore!"
With trembling hands Monica slid the re-soaked tampon from her
cunt and without having to be told placed it in her mouth and sucked
on it hungrily. Her fingers flew back to her clit and began to rub
it again. I pulled her nipple away from her breast, nearly causing
her to lose her balance. She was beginning to pant now, her breath
coming in ragged gasps as she sucked on the tampon. She looked so
lewd and nasty kneeling there with it sticking from her lips.
"Go ahead Monica...finger-fuck your hole. Finger-fuck yourself
like the trembling good fuck piece of pussy that you are."
Still rubbing her clit with her right hand, Monica's left hand
now moved between her legs and she slid two fingers slowly in her
open and dripping hole. She pushed them deep inside her and then
began movging them in and out with determination.
Watching her perform for me had made me hard as a rock. I stood
quietly in front of her and letting my robe fall open began jerking
my cock in front of her face. She stared at the hard cock being
stroked in front of her and continued to suck on the tampon as if it
was the cock that filled her field of vision.
Her grunts and moans became nearly continuous now, and I knew
she was merely waiting for me to teell her that she could come. She
could come any moment now with merely a word from me.
"Don't you come yet, you little whore you...wait until I tell
you that you can. You come too fast and I'll spank your little slut
ass!" She nodded jerkily to indicate she understood.
I felt the cum moving up into my shaft and jerked the thick fuck
meat harder and faster. Suddenly I could hold it back no longer and
a thick stream of sperm shot out of the end of my cofck and landed on
her nose. It was followed by another even larger gush of fuck that
sprayed her cheek and the corner of her mouth. I continued to jerk
my dick, coming in her face with great delight. She fought hard now
to keep from coming, and I could see the strained expression on her
face as she struggled to control her emotions.
I could hear the sloshy sounds of her fingers fucking in and out
of her cunt now. She usually tried to do it so that it hdidn't make
any noise, but she was beyond that now and the air was filled with
her grunts and moans and the squishy, squishy sound of her finger-
fucking. As the last drop of cum dripped out of my dick I reached
forward to her mouth and pulled the string of the tampon. She opened
her mouth reluctantly to allow me to remove the tampon from her
mouth. As soon as it was empty I promptly filled it once more, this
time with my softening cock.
"N o cum for you this time little cock-sucking slut mouth. This
time you drink piss. Your MASTER'S hot piss!"
I began to release the warm liquid in her mouth slowly, feeling
her mouth suck on my cock as my urine entered her mouth and throat.
Gradually I increase the speed of its release until I was literally
pouring a stream of piss into her mouth.
"Now you can come little whore! Now you can fuck yourself on
your hand and come like the little piss-edrinking slut that you are!!
Come for your MASTER!!"
She swallowed hard and fast, trying not to gag on the copious
yellow fluid which was now streaming into her throat. Her whole body
suddenly went stiff and a muffled scream gurgled from within her.
Finishing the dumping of my piss, I pulled my cock from her wet mouth
and sat back on the couch, watching as she continued to come.
She had three fingers in her hole now and she humped and fucked
at her hand wildly. Her eyes were glazed over and fixed on mine.
There was cum dripping from her face, piss dripping from her open
mouth.
"Unnnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!....Gawwwwwd!
!!", she screamed loudly, her body beginning to jerk all over.
Suddenly it was all over and she lost her balance and fell
forward onto my lap, her head resting on my thigh. Her breathing was
still ragged and gasping and I ran my fingers through hrer hair gently
as she began to come down from the tremendous orgasm.
Weakly and haltingly she began to speak, never raising her head
from my thigh. "Ohhhh, thank you my wonderful MASTER! Thank you for
letting me be your slave! Thank you for giving me everything that I
need and want! Thank you...thank you."
When her breathing had slowed I gently helped her to her feet
and led her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. I lovingly washed
her face r with a warm washcloth and then lay beside her on the bed,
holding her hand in mine.
Anything, she had said. Anything. Damn! !

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.17 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:59:18 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Allison Brings A Friend: Part One

"Allison called today and we talked for a long time on the
phone", Monica told me at supper. "You wouldn't believe some of the
things she has done. So far she makes me seem more like a nun!
She's self-educated in the ways of the slut, I think...she didn't
mention having a mast er or anything, but she has earned a master's
degree in slutology for sure", she said, smiling.
"Really?", I asked. "What sort of things has she done?"
"Well, for one thing, she's had over 300 lovers. Over 60 of
them have been women, too. She used to keep a list of them all
complete with their drivers license numbers and other pertinent
information. She let a whole paramedic squad take her on one
afternoon....about 12 guys...and sh.e's fucked men in the restrooms of
restaurants and shopping malls, and behind dumpsters...you name it.
I tell you, she is one hot number!"
"Well, she was certainly hot enough when she was here the other
night. Did she say anything about coming by again anytime soon?", I
asked.
"Yes, I was getting to that...she has a friend coming in this
weekend from Ohio that she said she'd like to bring over Saturday
night. I told her I'd check with you anhd see if it was ok."
"This friend...is it a man or a woman?"
"Oh, a woman...a girl about my age and size, except she sounds a
bit more filled-out than me. Allison seems to be crazy about her...I
could hear the passion in her voice as she talked about her. Her
name is Kristi and she's a gymnastics teacher. Sounds like she's got
a great body, and I think Allison is teaching her to be submissive."
"I guess this Kristi is bi then, right?"
"I as sume she is, although Allison didn't say for sure. I
suppose she could be letting Kristi fuck her husband when she visits,
but I sort of got the idea that she and Kristi get it on alot. Sound
ok to you?"
"Sure...sounds great to me! I'm getting hard already thinking
about seeing you with two women...and to have three drippy little
sluts to fuck sounds like heaven! Call her back now and tell her to
plan to come."
I fingered Monica's hot l'ittle slave slut cunt while she talked
to Allison on the phone, bringing her to an orgasm for Allison's sake
as much as ours. Allison evidently fingered herself as they talked
and had a very nice orgasm too.
"Its all set", Monica told me when she had hung up the phone.
"She and Kristi will be here around 6:00 on Saturday night and will
leave just after lunch on Sunday morning. Oh, and she said that
Kristi is very embarassed about being submisssive and even more
humiliated by her bi tendencies. She's hoping that the weekend with
us will help her overcome some of that."
"Well, you know how torn up I get over a little juicy pussied
slave-slut being embarassed and humiliated", I said, laughing. "But
it will be fun helping this new girl feel better about herself and
what makes her tremble and moan. I hope she takes it up the ass as
readily as you and Allison do. Those gymnastics girls usuallly have
great asses."
It seemed to both of us that Saturday would never come. Finally
it did, and Allison's car drove up the driveway to our home about 5
minutes earlier than we had expected. Monica watched through the
curtains as the two women walked from the car to our front door. She
whistled softly, long and slow. "Whewwwwwwwwww....this Kristi is
going to be great!! Wait till you see the way she looks in the
shorts she has on!", Monnica said delightedly.
"Well, it shouldn't be much longer", I said, "there's the
doorbell now."
I opened the door and found Allison and Kristi standing there in
some of the shortest and tightest shorts I'd ever seen women
wearing. Allison had on a pair of pink ones with some stacked heeled
pumps and a matching pink top. She looked very, very sexy. Kristi
was dressed completely in white...a top which seemed to hug every
curve of vher breasts and did little to hide her hard nipples, and a
pair of shorts which seemed to ride up into her crotch as she stood
there and clung like a second skin to her tight and muscular little
ass. She wore a pair of running shoes, also white.
I gave Allison a warm embrace and she introduced me to her
friend. "Kristi...this is MASTER Wade, who will be our MASTER while
we are here. You are to be completely and totally submissive to him
and to obe y his every command, as will I. And this is his wife-slut-
slave Monica."
I pulled Kristi's body close to me, interupting her saying hello
to the submissively seated and naked Monica beside me. My hands on
her hips, I pulled Kristi's crotch against my hardening cock and
kissed her long and hard on the mouth. She seemed to melt in my arms
and her tongue busied itself with mine as we kissed. My hands roamed
over her back and down to her ass cheeks wheere I spread them open
wider, restricted somewhat by the tight shorts. She did indeed have
quite an ass!
"Welcome, Kristi! Its nice to have you as a slave in our home.
Allison tells us that it's your desire to be a submissive bi-slut, is
that right?"
Kristi blushed profusely, but her nipples were poking through
the white top, giving away her excitement. "I do want to please you
MASTER, and I want to please Allison as well. You have a vervy
attractive wife by the way...why is she sitting like that?"
It was obvious that Kristi still had alot to learn about being a
submissive slave. "That is the basic position of the slave-slut,
Kristi. If you desire to be a slave-slut and to please your MASTER,
you too will have to learn that position as well as a good many other
things. The role of the slave-slut is not an easy one, nor is it
simple and uncomplicated, but if you like for your fuck holue to feel
highly excited, and if you would like to have continuous orgasms over
long periods of time with each one increasing in strength, then I
think you'll enjoy learning what there is to learn. But enough "shop
talk" for the moment...come in the living room and lets get better
acquainted", I instructed.
"Monica you may greet Allison and Kristi now", I said.
Monica replied, "Thank you, MASTER", and rising, crossed the
room to Allison, posuring her naked body into Allison's arms and
kissing her deeply.
"Do you mind if Monica kisses you, Kristi?", I asked.
Kristi blushed deeply again and said, "No, I suppose it will be
fine...she's very attractive!"
Monica and Allison stopped their kissing and Allison reluctantly
released Monica, allowing her to greet Kristi.
"Monica," I said, "before you greet Kristi, stand in front of
her and display your private parts to her. Let her sete how wet and
hot you are already, and tell her who you are."
"Yes, MASTER!", she replied, and stood a couple of feet away
from Kristi cupping her small breasts in her hands and saying to her,
"Kristi...my small tits are very sensitive. I love for my tits to be
sucked and fondled. My nipples get very hard as you can see, and I
love for them to be kissed and licked and sucked and bitten and
pinched...pinched hard!...like this!!" Monica pinched her ndipples on
both breasts between her fingers and pulled them out from her tits,
moaning as she did so. I watched Kristi swallow hard as Monica
pinched her tits and rolled her head back with delight.
After a bit Monica stopped playing with her nipples and let her
hands slide down her belly to her crotch. She opened her legs widely
and using both hands, pulled her cunt lips down and out, allowing
Kristi to see deep into her cunt.
"This is my slut-cunt, Kristi. Its my dirty little tramp fuck
hole. My middle fuck hole. It loves tongues and fingers, lots of
fingers. It loves dildo's and vibrator's and it especially loves
cocks...big thick hard cocks. When you finger it you can try to put
your whole hand in if you like. You can try to fist me anytime. Its
a slut cunt, and I'm a slut. I'm a hot to fuck bi-slut whore who does
anything and everything my MASTER tells me to do. If my MASTER
E chooses for me to be, I'll be your slave-slut at times too, and I'll
do anything that will make you feel good. I'll eat you, kiss you,
suck your cunt, try to insert my tongue in your ass, finger you,
pinch and pull your nipples...anything, Kristi...anything."
"That is sufficient, Monica," I said, "you may kiss Kristi now."
Monica moved sexily into Kristi's arms and I was pleased to see
Kristi responding nicely. She slid her hands over Monica's naked asse-
cheeks and even seemed to be trying to work a finger in her cunt as
they kissed. They looked good together..about the same height and
similar skin tone. It was going to be a very nice evening, I could
tell.
Allison had quickly stripped while watching Kristi and Monica
kissing, and was rubbing her clit with her right hand and playing
with a nipple with her left. The long drive from Tennessee had given
Allison and Kristi both plenty of ttime to anticipate what would
happen when they got here. Allison was obviously very, very hot
already.
"Kristi, strip for us and let us see your naked little slut
body. Ahhh..you are a slut, aren't you Kristi?", I asked.
Kristi blushed a deep red as Monica moved away from her and back
to my side. I was sure that Allison talked to Kristi in much the
same way, but we had just met after all. Still, the excitement and
desire that she felts was written all over her.
"Yes...yes, MASTER...I am a slut. I'm your slut." The words
were spoken quietly and with a slight tremor in her voice, but she
slowly began removing her clothing for us as she spoke. The tight
white top moved upward as she pulled it over her head, revealing a
beautiful set of tits, not very large, but well formed and very firm
and perky looking. Her nipples were rock hard and standing out
proudly from the dark ciracles behind them.
She dropped the top next to her and unzipped the tight shorts at
the side, lowering them sexily as her hips swayed from left to right
to allow them to slide down over her ass.
"The panties and shoes too, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, Kristi...make your whole slut body naked for us", I
replied hungrily, my hand moving gently over Monica's bare ass as she
stood next to me.
The panties were very small and lacey white bikini pantieis, and
as she slid them down her sexy legs it was obvious that they had
soaked up quite a bit of juice from her hole while she had worn
them. In no time the shoes and panties had joined the other clothes
in the floor next to her and Kristi stood before us, her hands
clasped in front of her.
"Mmmmmmm...MASTER!...she has a lovely body, doesn't she?", asked
Monica, as her eyes ran over the naked girl in front of us.
"Yes, she does, Monieca. Turn around Kristi and let us see your
ass."
Kristi turned slowly, allowing us to see the wonderfully taut
and well shaped ass. Giving us time to observe her she then turned
back around to face us.
"Allison, thank you for bring us such an attractive slave", I
said. "Does she have any particular talents which would interest
us?"
"MASTER, she is still learning to be a good bi-slut, but she has
claimed to be very talented at cocek-sucking. Would you like for her
to suck you?", Allison replied.
"Actually, I think she might find too much normality in that for
our purposes at the moment, Allison. But of course, I will want to
spill my cum in her mouth while you're here." Turning back to
Kristi, I spoke to her. "Open your mouth and form it as if you were
going to suck my cock, Kristi. Let me see how you look when you are
ready to take a big dick into your mouth."
Kris ti formed her lips into an oval shape and held them there
until I was satisfied.
"Yes, you look good like that, Kristi. You'll look good with a
cock in your mouth. Do you like to be eaten, little Kristi?"
"Yessss, MASTER! I love to be eaten!", she said hungrily.
"Allison, let our new slave-slut sit on the couch and open her
legs for you, and show us how much you enjoy the taste of her pussy."
Allison guided Kristi over to the couch and kneltd between her
open legs and sliding her hips to the edge of the couch began to kiss
and lick the girls very wet and very eager fuck hole.
"Monica...sit next to Kristi and enjoy her in whatever way you
like while Allison eats her."
"Ooooooh, thank you MASTER!", Monica crooned and sat next to
Kristi, sliding her arm behind her on the back of the couch and
beginning to tease her left nipple with the palm of her hand.
I sat in the chair acroass from them, content for the moment to
watch the women enjoy each other. I had a wonderful view. Monica's
legs were open wide and her cunt lips glistened with moisture
already. Allison's ass was pointing straight at me, and her cunt and
asshole were exposed as her spread-eagled kneeling stance presented
them to me lewdly. I could see Kristi's face with its look of
extreme passion and could watch Monica playing with her full
breasts. sSlowly and tenderly Monica began kissing Kristi tenderly on
the neck.
Allison ate at Kristi's fuck hole skillfully, using all her
experience coupled with her own knowledge of what felt good to excite
the spread-eagled slut before her. Kristi moaned softly and began to
run her fingers through Allison's hair. Monica's legs opened and
closed jerkily now, her empty pussy beginning to bother her. She
reached forward slowly and taking Allison's right hrand from Kristi's
thigh placed in on her crotch. Allison began rubbing Monica's
hardening clit with her fingers, occasionally slipping down to her
slit to gather juice to spread over it.
As Monica became more excited she turned Kristi's head slowly to
her and began kissing her mouth deeply. The rising and falling of
Kristi's hips and the feel of Monica's juicy cunt began to get to
Allison and she reached back between her legs to finger henr own
dripping fuck hole.
In almost no time, Kristi was humping up against Allison's face
wildly and moaning her expressions of delight into Monica's mouth.
Her climax swept over her quickly causing her to jerk and tremble in
the embrace of the two women who had her in their grasp. As her
tremors subsided Allison began to raise her head from Kristi's lap.
"Don't stop eating the slut, Allison! I'll tell you when to
stop eating pussy...yosu just keep at it!", I commanded firmly. She
obediently went back to licking and sucking Kristi's still trembling
pussy and Kristi rolled her head back on the back of the couch taking
even more of Monica's tongue into her mouth.
By this time my cock had become rock hard and I knew I was going
to have to make a decision about which hole to dump the cum in.
Allisons rising and falling ass was too much of a temptation to pass
up, and I knelt behind her ru bbing my cock against the hand which was
working at her huge pussy.
"Leave your fingers in, Allison...just press them toward the top
and give me some room. I'm going to fuck Allison now Kristi, while
she has two of her fingers in her cunt. If you listen carefully you
may hear the sound of my fuck meat moving in and out of her hole
along with her fingers."
The sound of my voice describing the lewd fucking I was going to
give her friend had th e expected effect on Kristi and she began
moving her hips faster once more. Monica moved her kisses from
Kristi's mouth downward to her breasts and began sucking on the
nipple nearest to her. Allison by now had worked three fingers into
Monica's cunt and was fingering her deeply.
I slid the head of the thick cock along the palm of Allison's
hand and let it slide into the hot and wet opening her fingers had
prepared so nicely for me. It we nt in easily and I began fucking her
in earnest. Reaching forward I pulled Kristi's head toward mine and
began to kiss her mouth hard as Monica continued to suck and bite on
her hard and long nipple. Kristi's tongue was wild in my mouth and I
knew her second climax was not far away.
It didn't take long for the feel of Allison's cunt with her
fingers inside and Kristi's tongue playing with my tongue to make my
orgasm begin. The hot fuck juice shot out of me forcefully and
filled Allison's extremely well used hole quickly. The feel of my
jerking cock ignited Allison's passion and she humped back at my
spewing dick as her own orgasm swept over her as well.
Not able to stand it any longer, Monica released her hold on
Kristi's tit and fell back with her head against the back of the
couch and reached for Allison's hand with both of hers, fucking
herself wildly on her intruding fingersf, exploding in a violent and
loud climax of her own. Kristi joined the chorus of grunts as she
hunched her cunt against Allison's face roughly, her mouth now open
wide as I continued to play with her tongue.
When it was over, and I had withdrawn from her spasming fuck
hole, Allison slid her body up onto Kristi's and began to kiss her
gently, the taste of Kristi's cunt juice still on her lips and
tongue. Kristi wrapped her arms around AllisonA and held her tightly
as her breathing began to slow and return to normal. Leaving the two
trembling bi-sluts in their embrace, I motioned for Monica to follow
me into the kitchen.
"This is going to be a great night, baby", I said with a smile.
"I want you to go get the strap on dildo out of the drawer in our
bedroom and the poloroid camera. Load the camera and lay it on the
kitchen table and then bring the dildo to me. The night is still
you
As Monica left to retrieve the items I had asked her to get, I
smiled softly and thought about the fun that was yet to come. Yes,
it was going to be a great night. A really great night.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.18 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:59:49 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Allison Brings A Friend: Part Two

Monica and I walked back into the living room to rejoin Allison
and Kristi. They were still holding each other tenderly on the
couch. Holding the strap on dildo up in front of me, I asked, "Do
you girls know what this is?"
Allison slid her body off of Kristi's and sat next to her on the
crouch. "I do MASTER", was her reply. "No...well, maybe..I'm not
sure", stammered Kristi.
"Tell Kristi what it is, Allison", I said, handing it to her.
"Its a strap on dildo, Kristi", Allison explained. "You see, it
is alot like the double dildo that we used one night, but it has a
strap on it that lets one girl wear it. It also has a shorter end
for the girl that straps it on. It lets one woman fuck the other one
much like a man does."
" Have you ever been fucked with a strap on dildo, Allison?", I
asked.
"Oh, yessss, MASTER...many times. Its wonderful!!", she
replied.
"I think that Monica and I would enjoy watching Kristi fuck you
with the strap on dildo, Allison...would you like that?", I asked,
smiling.
"Ummmmmmmmmm...Ohhh, that would be great!! Will you Kristi?
Will you fuck me with it? Please??!!??"
Kristi smiled a wicked little smile. She see med to be over-
coming some of her shyness now. "You need it, don't you Allison?",
she asked lewdly.
"Ohhh yesss, Kristi! I need it so baaaad!", Allison moaned.
"But what will you do for me if I fuck you with it?" she asked,
teasingly.
"What would you like, Kristi...just tell me...I'll do anything
for you...just tell me!"
"Will you let me fuck Abacab when we get back to your house?
Will you do that for me?", Kristi asked hotly. I later learned that
Abacab was Allison's pet name for her husband.
"Yessssss...and I'll kiss you while he fucks you!
Anything...just please fuck me with the dildo!", Allison said.
"MASTER, will you help me strap the dildo on?", Kristi asked,
with a sexy smile.
"Of course Kristi...come here", I said.
It was a pleasure to strap the dildo on Kristi's sexy body. It
looked very sexy on her and she moaned as I slid the short end of tehe
dildo up into her still wet pussy. Tightening up the buckle in back
I turned her around to see how she looked with a fake cock sticking
out from her crotch.
"You look like a real slut fucking bitch now Kristi", I smiled.
"Like the way our little slut looks, Allison?", I asked her
teasingly.
"I love it!!!!", Allison exclaimed, and slid off the couch to
lay on the floor on her back with her legs spread open wide. "Do me,
Kristi. ..do me good and hard...fuck me rough, use my cunt!!"
Kristi knelt between Allison's opened legs and slid the head of
the dildo into her hot pussy. She hunched forward roughly and began
screwing her wildly, fucking the hard shaft of the fake cock all the
way into her hole with every thrust. Each time she slammed the dildo
into Allison she was of course slamming the short end up into her
own fuck hole. She began to writhe and twist on it as much as
possible, trying to rub her hard clit against the top of it as she
screwed her friend and lover.
"You're a good fuck, Allison!!", Kristi said lewdly, as she
continued to pound the plastic dick into the moaning whore beneath
her. The two of them became lost in their passion as Monica and I
watched them with wide eyes. Kristi had surprised me and was taking
to this like a duck to water. I slipped into the kitchen to get the
camera.
Whe n I came back I motioned for Monica to move over to Kristi's
right as if she wanted a better view of what was happening. As
Kristi turned her head slightly to glance at Monica, I snapped the
first picture from the left, getting a good shot of the dildo as it
moved back on its outward travel.
The flash startled Kristi and she jerked her head back to the
left and stared at the camera with wide eyes. "Nooo, don't take
pictures of me doing thisn!!...Please don't!", she pleaded. I laughed
and took another quickly, this time with her contorted face turned
toward the camera. The camera flash had done nothing to dim her
passion for fucking the horny slut beneath her, however, and she
continued to pump away at Allison who was now moaning softly.
Kristi's eyes closed with passion and she shook her head wildly as
her own lust mounted.
"Oh, fuck! Who cares? Take all the pictures cyou want. Take
them...I'm nothing but a dirty tramp slut anyway, fucking an even
dirtier bi-slut whore. Unggggggggggghhhh!", she moaned as she fucked
away, her hips pumping lewdly.
As I continued to take pictures of them, Monica stepped over
Allison's naked body and presented her naked pussy to Kristi's
mouth. Kristi leaned forward and began licking Monica's cunt avidly
as I snapped yet another picture.
When I had finished the roll of film I walked behind Monica and
pushing on her shoulders, lowered her to her knees over Allison.
Kristi began kissing Monica's open mouth as I knelt over Allison's
head with my legs spread and began rubbing my cock up and down
Monica's juicy slit. I felt Allisons head rise toward my ass and
soon felt her wet tongue licking at my asshole. The feel of her
tongue probing my anus sent my hips forward quickly and my cock
rammed up into Moinica's fuck hole.
"Ohhhhh, yessss...fuck the slut, Kristi", I moaned. "She's
licking my ass while I fuck Monica, Kristi...fuck her hard, the dirty
little tramp!!"
Unable to reply because of the battle her tongue was doing with
Monica's, Kristi merely moaned hotly and fucked ever harder into the
trembling cunt of her very busy friend.
I discovered that I could reach around Monica and Kristi both
and did so, my hands kneeding the soft buts tight flesh of Kristi's
ass and caressing the straps of the strap-on dildo as they crossed
her skin. I pulled her hips forward roughly, helping her to fuck
Allison even harder.
Slowly I slid my fingers closer to the crack of her ass, pushing
Monica closer to her as I did. Their breasts were rubbing each
others breasts as they kissed now and I slid my finger into the space
between Kristi's ass cheeks, searching for her hole. Finding it, I
pIressed the tip of my middle finger against it and pressed gently.
Kristi moaned loudly and hunched her ass back at the intruding
finger, taking half of it inside in the one lunge of her hips.
I began fucking my finger in and out of Kristi's tight little
bunghole as she continued to fuck Allison over and over with the fake
cock strapped to her waist. Suddenly Allison reached up and wrapped
her arms around my waist and pulled my ass closer to her oface,
sticking her tongue inside. My hips flew forward, my cock hitting
bottom now in Monica's tight and juicy cunt.
Suddenly we all began coming at once, the air filled with
passionate moans and groans and dirty, hotly spoken words. My cum
shot up into Monica's body and filled her hole to capacity. I felt
her lips gripping my cock and milking all of the cum she possibly
could as her mouth continued to press itself hard against Kristi's
mouth.
Kristi's ass cheeks were clenching my finger now, squeezing it
as the sphincter muscle tightened and released, tightened and
released. Suddenly Allison's head fell away from my ass and her arms
dropped to her sides. I slid my dick from Monica's slut-cunt and sat
next to Allison. She had passed out as I had expected, and I watched
her carefully to be sure she would be alright.
Meanwhile, Kristi and Monica had grown weak themselves andv had
struggled off of Allison's now still body and were sitting quietly
watching her and letting their still trembling bodies return to
normal.
"Is she alright?", asked Kristi, concerned. "I didn't hurt her
did I?..please...is she ok?"
"She'll be fine Kristi...she just comes very strongly at times
and drifts off for a moment or two. She'll come to in a bit", I
reassured her calmly.
"In a bit" turned out to be nearly fivea minutes, and I was
concerned by the time she did finally come to.
Allison opened her eyes and looked around her and then smiling
weakly, said, "Ummmmmmm, that was great! Thank you MASTER, for
letting Kristi fuck me so nicely!"
With a sigh of relief from all of us we smiled back at her and
marvelled at the passion that had filled the room. I sent the girls
off to shower together and fixed a good supper for them all. After
we ate we sat w around and discussed the joys of sex, with Kristi
learning alot about what being a submissive slave-slut could mean to
her in the days to come.
It had surprised me somewhat when Monica had asked if she could
sleep with Allison that night, but I consented amiably, of course. I
was glad to see Monica displaying more interest in our experienced bi-
slut whore friend, and to be honest was excited about the prospect of
having Kristi in my bed for the night. Evidently that prospect
excited Monica as well.
"Kristi hasn't been fucked yet, MASTER, nor has she been able to
take your cum in her mouth. Besides, I want her to get a taste of
what its like to be with you so that the next time she comes she will
be willing to do some submissive things for me if I allow her to fuck
you!", she said, smiling.
"Well, Monica...aside from it being a rather romantic notion
that you could ALLOW her to fuck me, acs if a slave has any say so
over what holes her MASTER'S cock dumps its cum into, your sentiments
are very kind and understanding. But I have an idea that you have
Allison's huge pussy on your mind. No doubt you'd like to do a
little fist-fucking before the night is over...am I right?"
"Ohhh, MASTER...you know me so well!", she said with a grin.
Allison was quite excited about the plans for the rest of the
evening, and Kristi seemed to be willieng enough. I sensed that her
small amount of hesitation was partly out of desire for Allison's
feelings to not be hurt and partly out of concern for what it might
be like to spend the night with a MASTER. Both concerns were
understandable.
A bit later, after Allison and Monica had had their turn, Kristi
and I showered together in preperation for bed. Her body felt
wonderful as my soapy hands traveled over her breasts and her ass.
.The time we spent in the shower was good time. It allowed Kristi to
feel more at ease with me and allowed us both to rejuvenate somewhat
from the tremendously exciting events we had already shared.
I dried her off gently with the big soft towel and laying her on
the bed massaged her body firmly with baby oil covered hands. She
lay with her head turned to the side and her eyes closed, smiling
warmly at the sensations the massage was causing her to have. I
spent an inordinate amount of time on her ass, transfixed by its
beauty and the way it felt as I massaged the oil into her soft skin.
When I rolled her over and massaged the front of her body it was the
same with her breasts...I couldn't seem to get enough of rubbing them
and spreading the oil over them. The longer I massaged them the
longer and harder her nipples seemed to grow.
Finally my throbbing cock told me the massage was over, and I
lay on top of Kristi and kissed her mouth gently. She returned my
kisses eagerly and as I began to move my hips rubbing my hard cock
against her soft belly, she whispered softly, "Lay on your back...I
want to fuck you."
Smiling warmly at her and content to let her have her wish, I
lay beside her on my back and watched as she straddled me. She
lifted my cock with her hand, holding it straight up and slowly
lowered her cunt down on my long pole. She didn't stop until she had
the full length of it inside her and then just sat there hardly
moving at all. Slowly she began clenching and unclenching her
muscles, milking my cock as she did so.
I looked up at her swaying breasts and her small smile and began
slowly moving my hips in tiny circles. Her hips joined the movement
of my hips as we ground our pubic bones together. She leaned
forward, letting her body rest on mi ne and kissed me deeply. Her
hips began to rise and fall now, her cunt sliding up and down the
length of my thick fuck meat. My hands moved to her ass and pulled
at her cheeks, massaging them, spreading them, pulling her body back
down onto me when it pulled away.
We fucked slowly like this for a very long time, both of us
struggling to hold our passion in check and to take time to enjoy the
long slow fuck.
Breaking our kiss and breathing haotly in my ear, Kristi began to
whisper to me as her hips began to move more rapidly up and down.
"Teach me...please teach me..I have so much to learn. Teach me to be
totally submissive, teach me to love it all and need it all as Monica
and Allison do. Let me come back and be your slave again. I need to
be trained and used. Be my MASTER!"
Later, when we had both come strongly and had rested while
holding each other tightly, I lay on my side ansd spoke to Kristi
quietly as I let my fingers run up and down her body lightly.
"You'll make a wonderful slave Kristi. You have the body and
the mind and spirit to be a perfect slave. But you're strong-willed,
and not used to being submissive, I can sense that. It won't be easy
for you to learn to be totally submissive to a man. I can do it,
with Monica and Allison's help, but you have to promise me that
you'll try very hard, and that you won't giove up easily."
"I know...you're very right about it all. But I will try hard
and I won't give up, I promise. When I want something badly enough
I'll do anything to get it. I want this. I want this very, very
much."
I kissed her warmly and smiling into her eyes, said, "Sleep now,
Kristi. There will be other nights for us...other times for you to
take my fuck in your mouth...other times for me to use your slut body
to make my cum shoot out oof my cock. Rest now and sleep."
I awoke only once during the night, and smiled softly at the
sounds of the moans coming from the other room. My last thought
before drifting off to sleep once more was the recognition that I was
in bed alone.
The next morning I made no mention of the fact that I was aware
that Kristi had slipped from the bed in the night, nor did she. She
was there beside me when I opened my eyes to see the sunlight
sttreaming through the windows. As I looked at her peacefull and
pretty face I could see a slight film of dried cunt juice on her
cheek. I slid the covers slowly off her and looked at the youthful
firmness and fullness of her ripe body. I continued sliding the
covers down until she lay completely nude on her back with her legs
slightly parted. I stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her
quietly, enjoying the sight.
The door opened pslightly and I saw Monica sticking her head in
and smiling warmly at me. Holding my finger to my lips I motioned
for her to come in and she moved to my side and slipped her arm
around my waist. We stood together quietly and looked at Kristi in
her nakedness. Looking up at me, Monica whispered the question
softly.
"Will she make it?", she asked.
"Yes...she'll make it just fine", I said.
Quietly we slipped from the room.

Later after Allison and Kristi had left I sat holding Monica in
my lap as she slept with her head on my shoulder. I didn't know when
Kristi and Allison would be back, but I knew they would. Kristi
would be different when she came back, Allison would see to that.
But she still would be hungry to learn, and learn she would. l

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.19 Date: 27 Jun 92 21:01:01 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Allison Brings A Friend: Part Two

Monica and I walked back into the living room to rejoin Allison
and Kristi. They were still holding each other tenderly on the
couch. Holding the strap on dildo up in front of me, I asked, "Do
you girls know what this is?"
Allison slid her body off of Kristi's and sat next to her on the
crouch. "I do MASTER", was her reply. "No...well, maybe..I'm not
sure", stammered Kristi.
"Tell Kristi what it is, Allison", I said, handing it to her.
"Its a strap on dildo, Kristi", Allison explained. "You see, it
is alot like the double dildo that we used one night, but it has a
strap on it that lets one girl wear it. It also has a shorter end
for the girl that straps it on. It lets one woman fuck the other one
much like a man does."
" Have you ever been fucked with a strap on dildo, Allison?", I
asked.
"Oh, yessss, MASTER...many times. Its wonderful!!", she
replied.
"I think that Monica and I would enjoy watching Kristi fuck you
with the strap on dildo, Allison...would you like that?", I asked,
smiling.
"Ummmmmmmmmm...Ohhh, that would be great!! Will you Kristi?
Will you fuck me with it? Please??!!??"
Kristi smiled a wicked little smile. She see med to be over-
coming some of her shyness now. "You need it, don't you Allison?",
she asked lewdly.
"Ohhh yesss, Kristi! I need it so baaaad!", Allison moaned.
"But what will you do for me if I fuck you with it?" she asked,
teasingly.
"What would you like, Kristi...just tell me...I'll do anything
for you...just tell me!"
"Will you let me fuck Abacab when we get back to your house?
Will you do that for me?", Kristi asked hotly. I later learned that
Abacab was Allison's pet name for her husband.
"Yessssss...and I'll kiss you while he fucks you!
Anything...just please fuck me with the dildo!", Allison said.
"MASTER, will you help me strap the dildo on?", Kristi asked,
with a sexy smile.
"Of course Kristi...come here", I said.
It was a pleasure to strap the dildo on Kristi's sexy body. It
looked very sexy on her and she moaned as I slid the short end of tehe
dildo up into her still wet pussy. Tightening up the buckle in back
I turned her around to see how she looked with a fake cock sticking
out from her crotch.
"You look like a real slut fucking bitch now Kristi", I smiled.
"Like the way our little slut looks, Allison?", I asked her
teasingly.
"I love it!!!!", Allison exclaimed, and slid off the couch to
lay on the floor on her back with her legs spread open wide. "Do me,
Kristi. ..do me good and hard...fuck me rough, use my cunt!!"
Kristi knelt between Allison's opened legs and slid the head of
the dildo into her hot pussy. She hunched forward roughly and began
screwing her wildly, fucking the hard shaft of the fake cock all the
way into her hole with every thrust. Each time she slammed the dildo
into Allison she was of course slamming the short end up into her
own fuck hole. She began to writhe and twist on it as much as
possible, trying to rub her hard clit against the top of it as she
screwed her friend and lover.
"You're a good fuck, Allison!!", Kristi said lewdly, as she
continued to pound the plastic dick into the moaning whore beneath
her. The two of them became lost in their passion as Monica and I
watched them with wide eyes. Kristi had surprised me and was taking
to this like a duck to water. I slipped into the kitchen to get the
camera.
Whe n I came back I motioned for Monica to move over to Kristi's
right as if she wanted a better view of what was happening. As
Kristi turned her head slightly to glance at Monica, I snapped the
first picture from the left, getting a good shot of the dildo as it
moved back on its outward travel.
The flash startled Kristi and she jerked her head back to the
left and stared at the camera with wide eyes. "Nooo, don't take
pictures of me doing thisn!!...Please don't!", she pleaded. I laughed
and took another quickly, this time with her contorted face turned
toward the camera. The camera flash had done nothing to dim her
passion for fucking the horny slut beneath her, however, and she
continued to pump away at Allison who was now moaning softly.
Kristi's eyes closed with passion and she shook her head wildly as
her own lust mounted.
"Oh, fuck! Who cares? Take all the pictures cyou want. Take
them...I'm nothing but a dirty tramp slut anyway, fucking an even
dirtier bi-slut whore. Unggggggggggghhhh!", she moaned as she fucked
away, her hips pumping lewdly.
As I continued to take pictures of them, Monica stepped over
Allison's naked body and presented her naked pussy to Kristi's
mouth. Kristi leaned forward and began licking Monica's cunt avidly
as I snapped yet another picture.
When I had finished the roll of film I walked behind Monica and
pushing on her shoulders, lowered her to her knees over Allison.
Kristi began kissing Monica's open mouth as I knelt over Allison's
head with my legs spread and began rubbing my cock up and down
Monica's juicy slit. I felt Allisons head rise toward my ass and
soon felt her wet tongue licking at my asshole. The feel of her
tongue probing my anus sent my hips forward quickly and my cock
rammed up into Moinica's fuck hole.
"Ohhhhh, yessss...fuck the slut, Kristi", I moaned. "She's
licking my ass while I fuck Monica, Kristi...fuck her hard, the dirty
little tramp!!"
Unable to reply because of the battle her tongue was doing with
Monica's, Kristi merely moaned hotly and fucked ever harder into the
trembling cunt of her very busy friend.
I discovered that I could reach around Monica and Kristi both
and did so, my hands kneeding the soft buts tight flesh of Kristi's
ass and caressing the straps of the strap-on dildo as they crossed
her skin. I pulled her hips forward roughly, helping her to fuck
Allison even harder.
Slowly I slid my fingers closer to the crack of her ass, pushing
Monica closer to her as I did. Their breasts were rubbing each
others breasts as they kissed now and I slid my finger into the space
between Kristi's ass cheeks, searching for her hole. Finding it, I
pIressed the tip of my middle finger against it and pressed gently.
Kristi moaned loudly and hunched her ass back at the intruding
finger, taking half of it inside in the one lunge of her hips.
I began fucking my finger in and out of Kristi's tight little
bunghole as she continued to fuck Allison over and over with the fake
cock strapped to her waist. Suddenly Allison reached up and wrapped
her arms around my waist and pulled my ass closer to her oface,
sticking her tongue inside. My hips flew forward, my cock hitting
bottom now in Monica's tight and juicy cunt.
Suddenly we all began coming at once, the air filled with
passionate moans and groans and dirty, hotly spoken words. My cum
shot up into Monica's body and filled her hole to capacity. I felt
her lips gripping my cock and milking all of the cum she possibly
could as her mouth continued to press itself hard against Kristi's
mouth.
Kristi's ass cheeks were clenching my finger now, squeezing it
as the sphincter muscle tightened and released, tightened and
released. Suddenly Allison's head fell away from my ass and her arms
dropped to her sides. I slid my dick from Monica's slut-cunt and sat
next to Allison. She had passed out as I had expected, and I watched
her carefully to be sure she would be alright.
Meanwhile, Kristi and Monica had grown weak themselves andv had
struggled off of Allison's now still body and were sitting quietly
watching her and letting their still trembling bodies return to
normal.
"Is she alright?", asked Kristi, concerned. "I didn't hurt her
did I?..please...is she ok?"
"She'll be fine Kristi...she just comes very strongly at times
and drifts off for a moment or two. She'll come to in a bit", I
reassured her calmly.
"In a bit" turned out to be nearly fivea minutes, and I was
concerned by the time she did finally come to.
Allison opened her eyes and looked around her and then smiling
weakly, said, "Ummmmmmm, that was great! Thank you MASTER, for
letting Kristi fuck me so nicely!"
With a sigh of relief from all of us we smiled back at her and
marvelled at the passion that had filled the room. I sent the girls
off to shower together and fixed a good supper for them all. After
we ate we sat w around and discussed the joys of sex, with Kristi
learning alot about what being a submissive slave-slut could mean to
her in the days to come.
It had surprised me somewhat when Monica had asked if she could
sleep with Allison that night, but I consented amiably, of course. I
was glad to see Monica displaying more interest in our experienced bi-
slut whore friend, and to be honest was excited about the prospect of
having Kristi in my bed for the night. Evidently that prospect
excited Monica as well.
"Kristi hasn't been fucked yet, MASTER, nor has she been able to
take your cum in her mouth. Besides, I want her to get a taste of
what its like to be with you so that the next time she comes she will
be willing to do some submissive things for me if I allow her to fuck
you!", she said, smiling.
"Well, Monica...aside from it being a rather romantic notion
that you could ALLOW her to fuck me, acs if a slave has any say so
over what holes her MASTER'S cock dumps its cum into, your sentiments
are very kind and understanding. But I have an idea that you have
Allison's huge pussy on your mind. No doubt you'd like to do a
little fist-fucking before the night is over...am I right?"
"Ohhh, MASTER...you know me so well!", she said with a grin.
Allison was quite excited about the plans for the rest of the
evening, and Kristi seemed to be willieng enough. I sensed that her
small amount of hesitation was partly out of desire for Allison's
feelings to not be hurt and partly out of concern for what it might
be like to spend the night with a MASTER. Both concerns were
understandable.
A bit later, after Allison and Monica had had their turn, Kristi
and I showered together in preperation for bed. Her body felt
wonderful as my soapy hands traveled over her breasts and her ass.
.The time we spent in the shower was good time. It allowed Kristi to
feel more at ease with me and allowed us both to rejuvenate somewhat
from the tremendously exciting events we had already shared.
I dried her off gently with the big soft towel and laying her on
the bed massaged her body firmly with baby oil covered hands. She
lay with her head turned to the side and her eyes closed, smiling
warmly at the sensations the massage was causing her to have. I
spent an inordinate amount of time on her ass, transfixed by its
beauty and the way it felt as I massaged the oil into her soft skin.
When I rolled her over and massaged the front of her body it was the
same with her breasts...I couldn't seem to get enough of rubbing them
and spreading the oil over them. The longer I massaged them the
longer and harder her nipples seemed to grow.
Finally my throbbing cock told me the massage was over, and I
lay on top of Kristi and kissed her mouth gently. She returned my
kisses eagerly and as I began to move my hips rubbing my hard cock
against her soft belly, she whispered softly, "Lay on your back...I
want to fuck you."
Smiling warmly at her and content to let her have her wish, I
lay beside her on my back and watched as she straddled me. She
lifted my cock with her hand, holding it straight up and slowly
lowered her cunt down on my long pole. She didn't stop until she had
the full length of it inside her and then just sat there hardly
moving at all. Slowly she began clenching and unclenching her
muscles, milking my cock as she did so.
I looked up at her swaying breasts and her small smile and began
slowly moving my hips in tiny circles. Her hips joined the movement
of my hips as we ground our pubic bones together. She leaned
forward, letting her body rest on mi ne and kissed me deeply. Her
hips began to rise and fall now, her cunt sliding up and down the
length of my thick fuck meat. My hands moved to her ass and pulled
at her cheeks, massaging them, spreading them, pulling her body back
down onto me when it pulled away.
We fucked slowly like this for a very long time, both of us
struggling to hold our passion in check and to take time to enjoy the
long slow fuck.
Breaking our kiss and breathing haotly in my ear, Kristi began to
whisper to me as her hips began to move more rapidly up and down.
"Teach me...please teach me..I have so much to learn. Teach me to be
totally submissive, teach me to love it all and need it all as Monica
and Allison do. Let me come back and be your slave again. I need to
be trained and used. Be my MASTER!"
Later, when we had both come strongly and had rested while
holding each other tightly, I lay on my side ansd spoke to Kristi
quietly as I let my fingers run up and down her body lightly.
"You'll make a wonderful slave Kristi. You have the body and
the mind and spirit to be a perfect slave. But you're strong-willed,
and not used to being submissive, I can sense that. It won't be easy
for you to learn to be totally submissive to a man. I can do it,
with Monica and Allison's help, but you have to promise me that
you'll try very hard, and that you won't giove up easily."
"I know...you're very right about it all. But I will try hard
and I won't give up, I promise. When I want something badly enough
I'll do anything to get it. I want this. I want this very, very
much."
I kissed her warmly and smiling into her eyes, said, "Sleep now,
Kristi. There will be other nights for us...other times for you to
take my fuck in your mouth...other times for me to use your slut body
to make my cum shoot out oof my cock. Rest now and sleep."
I awoke only once during the night, and smiled softly at the
sounds of the moans coming from the other room. My last thought
before drifting off to sleep once more was the recognition that I was
in bed alone.
The next morning I made no mention of the fact that I was aware
that Kristi had slipped from the bed in the night, nor did she. She
was there beside me when I opened my eyes to see the sunlight
sttreaming through the windows. As I looked at her peacefull and
pretty face I could see a slight film of dried cunt juice on her
cheek. I slid the covers slowly off her and looked at the youthful
firmness and fullness of her ripe body. I continued sliding the
covers down until she lay completely nude on her back with her legs
slightly parted. I stood at the foot of the bed, staring at her
quietly, enjoying the sight.
The door opened pslightly and I saw Monica sticking her head in
and smiling warmly at me. Holding my finger to my lips I motioned
for her to come in and she moved to my side and slipped her arm
around my waist. We stood together quietly and looked at Kristi in
her nakedness. Looking up at me, Monica whispered the question
softly.
"Will she make it?", she asked.
"Yes...she'll make it just fine", I said.
Quietly we slipped from the room.

Later after Allison and Kristi had left I sat holding Monica in
my lap as she slept with her head on my shoulder. I didn't know when
Kristi and Allison would be back, but I knew they would. Kristi
would be different when she came back, Allison would see to that.
But she still would be hungry to learn, and learn she would. l

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.19 Date: 27 Jun 92 21:03:33 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Out For Drinks

Monica doesn't drink often. Usually only when I fix them for
her or when we go out. There are times when I require that she be
rather high on alcohol, knowing that the things I am going to require
her to do will be enhanced by the effects of the alcohol. Sometimes
she would just offer too much f initial resistance without it. Of
course there are other ways to overcome that resistance, and I
suppose thats why she doesn't drink often.
Early in our marriage, however, I decided to take her out for
drinks to a bar in a nearby city. It wasn't really the drinks that I
wanted her to get at the bar, but a couple of the patrons. So I
started her drinking well before we left home.
I had her take a nice relaxing bubble bath and fixed her an icry
screwdriver to drink while she soaked in the hot water. I refilled
it for her while she dried off and let her sip it from time to time
while she put on the clothes I had laid out on the bed for her.
The dress was a very short spandex tank dress I'd picked up for
her at Trashy Lingerie in California once while on a visit there. It
was hot pink with a very high top, but it clung to her small body
like a second skin and her nipples, even when soft, sshowed through
the material easily. It was cut out in the back nearly to her waist,
revealing the fact that there was no bra underneath. Under it she
wore only a pair of black suspender pantyhose which had roses running
up the back of her legs in the place of seams. A pair of 5 inch high
heels completed her wardrobe for the evening.
She looked so good it was hard for me to pass up fucking her
before we left, but I did. I wanted her to be especially horlny when
we got to the bar. I fixed another drink for her to sip on along the
way, and watched with delight as she got into the car in the tight
little dress. No way to be discrete with that dress on. A girl just
had to figure the men were going to see it all.
Monica assumed the position she had been trained to assume in
the car, pulling her dress up to her waist and spreading her legs.
I handed her the drink, and reaching into my coat pocket, pulled out
the little black dildo that I've since begun to require her to sleep
with up her ass. I handed it to her.
"Here, fuck yourself with this on the way", I said.
She was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, and she
giggled quietly and replied, "Yes, MASTER, it will be a pleasure!"
Then she began sliding the head of the dildo up and down her naked
slit and before we had gone far was fucking it in and out of her cunt
with delight.
g She continued to fuck herself lewdly there in the seat beside me
until we stopped for a red light at a busy intersection downtown.
With half-opened eyes she turned to me and said, "May I come now,
MASTER? My slut-cunt is trembling and I need to come very badly."
"No, Monica...take the dildo out if you're close to coming and
lick your juices off for me", I replied. There were people walking
and standing all along the sidewalk next to our stoppedt car. She
knew they would see her licking the cock-shaped pussy fucker. So did
I. Looking at me with a knowing smile, Monica pulled the fake cock
from her juicy cunt and lifted it to her mouth and began to lick it
sexily. She had begun to attract quite a bit of attention when the
light changed and we turned the corner, only a couple of blocks from
the bar.
When we parked the car, I took the dildo from her and told her
of the rest of my plans. p"When we go inside, Monica, I will sit at a
table close to the bar. You will sit at the bar without me. Either
find some man who appeals to you and sit next to him, or sit on a
stool that has empty stools to either side of you. Order another
drink and let the men in the bar have time to discover you. Once
they do you will allow them to come on to you in any way they
choose. If you find the men who come on to you attractive and you'd
like tlo fuck them, then you will flirt back with them and encourage
them all you can. They can touch you anywhere they like Monica. If
they slide their hands up your dress, or pinch your nipples, or feel
your ass...you let them. Anything. Do you understand?"
Even with the alcohol buzzing in her brain this was still quite
an adventure for my young wife. She swallowed hard and replied
quietly, "Yes, MASTER....anything."
"Your goal is to get two of thoem to come home with us. You'll
have to tell them that you're married, of course, because I want to
be able to watch it all. Just tell them that I'm your MASTER and
that I like to watch."
She had begun rubbing her pussy with her right hand and her eyes
were closing as I told her of my desire to watch her with the two
men. "Are you going to let the men fuck me, MASTER?", she asked with
a trembling voice, her hand moving in tiny circles on her cunt.
u "Oh yes, Monica. They will fuck you over and over. Do you want
that? Do you want to be fucked by two strangers that you pick up in
a bar?"
"Unnnghhh....anything to please you MASTER!!" she moaned.
"Thats not what I asked you, you dirty little tramp!...I said do
you WANT two strangers to fuck you?!?", I hissed.
"YESSSSS!!..I do want it!!..Please!!..Please let them fuck me!"
"Thats better. Now take your fingers out of your little fuck
hkole and get on in the bar. I'll walk in behind you in just a moment
or two."
She obediently got out and walked sexily and a bit drunkenly
into the bar. I waited an appropriate length of time and followed
her.
When I got inside I took a seat at a small table only a few feet
from where she had seated herself at the bar. The little dress had
ridden up her thighs nicely and her legs looked wonderful exposed as
they were. The bartender had jrust brought her a tall drink when a
young man who looked as if he might be an actor moved to the stool
beside her. He was dressed comfortably but sharply in a pair of
black slacks and a white shirt that was opened to reveal a chest full
of black hair. He began to engage her in conversation. Normally I
would have been close enough to hear at least some of what they said,
but there was a small band playing for the dancers on the dance
floor, and I conuldn't make out much of the exchange.
They had talked for a short while when there appeared another
man who took a seat on her right. He was another attractive man, but
looked like a businessman away from home to me. He was still dressed
in a dark suit and appeared to me to be in his late thirties. Soon
Monica was talking to both the men and they began to laugh and joke
with her loudly.
Between the two of them they kept her well supplied with drinkhs
and before long I noticed the older man's hand on her back, rubbing
the bare skin there in little circles with his hand. The younger man
soon had his hand on her left leg and was moving it higher and higher
as they continued to talk. I watched as the men continued to test my
little slut by caressing her sexy body more and more intimately.
Finally the younger man got his hand up under her short dress and I
watched with a smile as her legs spread acceomodatingly open. The
other man must have realized what was happenening, because as I
watched, his right hand moved to her right leg and was soon working
its way up her leg as well.
Before long it was obvious that at least one hand had found its
way to her naked slit. Monica had laid her head on the shoulder of
the young man on her left and her legs were trembling slightly and
opening and closing slowly. Just then the band stopped to take a
break and as the music stopped I began to hear them talk to her.
"Baby...you're so wet!", the young man whispered hotly to her.
"I've never known anyone to be so wet! Isn't there somewhere we can
go?"
The older man was not to be denied either. "You need some lovin
sweetie, I can tell that. The two of us will be good to you, we'll
make you feel real good!"
Monica raised her head and with glassy eyes moaned her response
to the two men whoo were fingering her under her dress. "Ohhhh, I do
need it sooooo much! Will you men come home with me? Will you
please? I'm married, but my husband won't mind if you do it to me at
home, really he want. And I need it so bad!"
"You sure your husband won't mind, lady?", asked the younger of
the two. "I don't want to have to deal with some jealous husband!"
"No, honest...he's been watching us. He's my MASTER, and he
brought me here. He likees to watch. Please come home with me and
fucccckkkk meeeee!", she replied hotly.
Walking up behind Monica I kissed her on the back of the neck
and smiling at the two men who had been playing with my wife's naked
fuck hole, said to them. "I do like to watch, and I think my wife
deserves some real pleasure, don't you? We live about 20 minutes
away and you can either ride with us or follow us, whichever you
prefer. She's very horny...I'd appreciapte it if you'd come home with
us...both of you."
That was all the confirmation the men required and they both
agreed to follow us home. We left the bar and on the way home I had
to continually keep Monica's hand away from her hot little pussy to
keep her from fingering herself to an orgasm. She hadn't been joking
about need it bad.
Once inside the house I led the hungry men and my even more
hungry slut to the bedroom and turned her over tro them. Perhaps it
would be more correct to say turned them over to her. She
immediately fell to her knees in front of them and began unzipping
their zippers and taking their very ready cocks out of their pants.
She held them in her tiny hands and stroked them gently as her mouth
moved from one dick to the other licking them, kissing them, sucking
them. I sat in the chair to the left of the bed and watched eagerly.
Finally she stopped lickding their fuck meat and stood in front
of them and began sliding the sexy pink dress over her head. They
began to strip as well, and in no time the three of them were on the
bed. The older man knelt between her open legs and began to lick at
her dripping wet slit while the younger man kissed her hotly on her
mouth, playing with her hard nipples as he did so.
Monica's hips began to rise and fall as the talented tongue and
mouth of the older man excitede her more and more. "Fuck me!...Fuck
me!...someone please fuccccck meeeeee!!", she moaned as the man who
had been kissing her let his mouth travel downward to her hard
nipples.
The businessman raised his head, his face covered now with her
copious juices and slid upward between her legs lifting them as he
pressed his huge cock forward toward her trembling pussy. Monica
reached between her legs and guided his large member, rubbing the
hhead of his thick fuck meat up and down her slit and then hunching
forward and taking it deeply into her hole. He began to fuck in and
out of her slowly, probing her, his hips moving in circles as he
screwed the hot little slut.
"I want your mouth, pretty little wife-slut", said the younger
man as he straddled her chest and began to rub his cock along the
side of her face. Monica moaned and her tongue flicked out of her
mouth trying to lick othe ready fuck meat that was being waved lewdly
in her face. Holding his cock by the shaft, the man placed the head
of it at her lips and began to slide it into her hungry mouth. As he
slid the length of it deeper and deeper, Monica's mouth accomodated
it, soon taking his whole member into her mouth and throat. He
grunted and began to fuck back and forth into her face.
My own balls heavy with sperm, I stroked my cock as I watched
the two men fillning my wife's mouth and cunt with hard thick fuck
meat. They fucked her with increasing force and heat, ramming their
big dicks into her holes however they pleased. She loved it. She
trembled and moaned and shook and writhed beneath them as they fucked
her over and over and over again.
Trying very hard to control my own orgasm, I watched as the men
switched places and as Monica took the cunt juice covered fuck meat
into her mouth and began to suctk it deep into her throat. The
younger man fucked her pussy even harder than the older man had and
Monica's body was being shoved roughly up the bed until her head was
banging the headboard.
I was relieved when I saw the older man obviously begin to cum
in her mouth. My own cum was begging to be released and I needed to
dump it soon. He grunted deeply as his long and thick cock shot long
streams of hot sperm into her mouth and throat. Finally he had hshot
it all and removed his cock from her mouth rubbing the wet head of it
on her cheek. Quickly, I moved to the side of the bed and turning
her head toward me stuck my dick in her mouth and let my own cum
shoot out into her upper fuck hole.
Watching Monica take the cum from two hard dicks into her mouth
and feeling the squeezing movement of her muscular cunt lips on his
own cock, the younger man now began to pump his fuck into her lunging
pussy. His jabbing tool lifted Monica from the bed with each thrust
from his hard body and in no time she was holding onto me tightly and
coming hard, gasping and moaning as the waves of her orgasm overtook
her.
Leaving the panting Monica spreadeagled on the bed, her pussy
dripping with the fuck that had been shot into her, the men dressed
and I walked them to the door. I smiled at the two of them and
thanked them for their help.
"Thanks guys.. .here's the money I promised you", I said, handing
them each an envelope containing $100 each. Glad you could help me
out tonight. I'll call you again if I need you. You both did fine."
"Sure thing Mr. Wade...just give us a call. Hot little number
you have there, it was a pleasure", replied the younger man.
"Well, I have an idea about a little fun at the movies for her
too. Maybe I'll call you when I get ready for that. Take care guys,
and thanks agaain", I responded happily.
Note to the reader: Don't you tell Monica now. Don't you dare.

| David Zavatson | Beware of health books, you might die of | | dhzavatson@ucdavis.edu | a misprint. --Mark Twain |

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.20 Date: 27 Jun 92 21:04:43 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Monica Goes To The Movies

Before we met, Monica wasn't interested in going to movies very
often. After all, she'd spent most of her life in Manhattan, and
with all the other entertainment there who needs the movies?
I, on the other hand, had lived in a small town all my life, and
the movies WERE our entertainment. We didn'mt have much in the way of
restaurants in my little town when I was growing up and usually when
we had a date we took her to the drive-in movie theater. Some guys
claimed they never saw the movie when they took a date there, seems
like I always did. Must have been the girls I dated or something.
Surely it wasn't me...right?
Anyway, by the time Monica and I met I had discovered that lots
of sexy things often happened in movie theaters. By the time w e'd
been married a year Monica had discovered that too.
One of my rules is that when we go to a movie, no matter where
it is or who we go with, Monica is to wear a dress or skirt. No if's
and's or but's about it. Thats mainly because of another rule that I
have concerning our trips to the movies: When we are at a movie I AM
going to finger-fuck her. No if's, etc. about that either. She can
burn the cornbread, over-cook the roast, even let us run outr of
toilet paper...but no way is she going to refuse me fingering her
little fuck hole at a movie.
So, when I informed her that we were going out to a movie last
Thursday night I didn't have to tell her what to wear or what was
going to happen while we were there. Didn't have to ask her if she
wanted to go either; she loves movies now.
She wore one of my favorite dresses that night. Its perfect for
going to the movies and she knows it. Itsi a light blue summer-weight
dress that is cut square across the top and loose enough that its
easy for me to slide my hand down inside the top to play with her
nipples. Its a long dress which comes well below her knees when she
stands, but its cut full enough that if I choose to I can get my
whole arm up under it and noone is the wiser. On the other hand the
color is just right because it shows up well in the dark of the
theater, and if I chofose to slide it up its quite obvious that it is
up higher than it might normally be. It even seems to gather the
available light and reflect it on her thighs in those situations.
She was ready to go when I got home that afternoon and it wasnt'
until she had assumed her position in the front seat that I was aware
she had worn the pale blue garter belt that I'd bought her as one of
her specialty lingerie items. We even called it one of her "finger-
fucking gkarter belts", because we found it so nice for wearing at
such times. She has lots of garter belts and nearly all of them fall
into some kind of category like the pale blue one. Some of them are
"ass-fucking garter belts", some are "pussy-eating garter belts" and
some are "cock-sucking garter belts". Categorizing them like that
simply makes it easier for her to know how to dress appropriately if
she knows what kind of adventure we are about to have.
I noticed that she also wore the pale blue panties which match
the garter belt and a pair of white stockings. She looked lovely,
and as I laid my hand on her thigh and enjoyed the feel of the strap
of her garter and her bare skin under my hand I could feel the warmth
of her pussy radiating from behind the blue silk.
"How did you know I was in the mood for a movie?", she asked,
smiling at me.
"I'm your MASTER, dear...I'm supposed to know these things ", I
replied with a broad grin. "Besides, you horny little tramp, you're
always in the mood to be finger-fucked. I learned that a long time
ago!"
Chuckling softly, Monica leaned over and kissed me sweetly on
the cheek. I had spoken the truth, and we both knew it. I was
particularly glad that it was the truth, perhaps even more than she
was. I love finger-fucking a nice juicy pussy and there isn't a
juicier pussy anywhere than Monica'sM.
There were very few people in the theater when we arrived and I
picked a row about midway from the front, leading Monica to about the
center of the row. We spent the few moments before the film began
talking about the events of the day and the time passed quickly as we
waited for the theater to grow dark and the movie to start. When it
did I immediately began caressing Monica's legs through the soft
fabric of the dress. I love to take my time whenm I finger her in the
theater. I like to start by feeling her garters through the dress
and then working it up slowly as I continue to touch her more
firmly. After a bit I then usually work my hand up under the dress
and ever so slowly move it up her leg to her cunt. Its always
dripping wet by the time I get there, and I'm always rock hard.
The movie had been on for about half an hour and I had just
begun to rub the front of her tinhy little panties under her dress
when we were vaguely aware of a couple of other people joining us on
the row. They were sitting one seat away from Monica, but the
theater was pretty dark and we didn't pay much attention to them.
Monica knows that it doesn't matter who sits beside her when we're at
the movie, I'm not going to stop fingering her unless its some kid or
something, in which case we get up and move.
The crotch of her panties was soaaking wet now and the silk
fabric covering her pussy stuck to her pouty little cunt lips as I
ran my finger up and down their length. When my fingers reached the
top I would linger long enough to rub her hardening clit for a while
before moving back down into her slit once more. My fingers were
getting coated with her juices and I began to rub them sideways
across her now spread opened crotch letting them deposit the fuck on
her naked thighs as smy hand moved onto her leg. I knew it excited
her to feel her juices being wiped on her thighs as my hand moved
back and forth, spreading her lips to the side as it crossed her
crotch.
Neither of us had any idea what was going on in the movie, but
that was fine with us. Monica had laid her head on my shoulder now
and was slumping down in the seat beginning to breathe harder as
passion began to overtake her.
"Slide your dress up aboveu the tops of your stockings, Monica",
I whispered to her. "I want to see your garters."
She obediently slid the blue fabric upward until I could see the
garters on both legs and a couple of inches of her thighs beyond the
tops of her stockings. Her legs were now spread open wide, her knees
at least 18 inches apart.
I began to press my middle finger insistently at the center of
her fuck hole, feeling it opening to take my finger and her panties
inwa rd as I pressed hard against her. When I had my entire middle
finger inside and a good portion of the crotch of her panties, I
began to press the finger hard to the bottom of her slit and then
sliding it back to the top, press it hard there, rubbing my palm
against her clit. I felt her hips begin to move slightly backward
and forward in a fucking motion.
The dress was picking up the light from the film nicely and even
though the room was dmark I could easily see my wrist as it stuck out
from under her dress as well as her thighs and her white stockings.
By now we were both aware that we were not the only ones who could
see those things. The man who had sat in our row was now looking
over at Monica and staring blatantly at her legs.
"He's watching, you know", Monica whispered quietly.
"Yes, I know he is. Slide the dress up to your waist now.", I
said.
"Are you sure?", she as,ked.
"Yes, quite sure...do it!", I replied.
I felt her body tremble as she moved her hands to her dress and
began to slide it upward. She didn't stop until it was bunched
around her waist and her panties and garter belt were fully exposed.
I tilted her head back with my free hand and kissed her hard on
the lips. It was a long and passionate kiss and when it was over I
looked deeply into her eyes and said, "I love you. I love you for
wh o you are and for what you are to me. I love you for pulling your
dress up to your waist so the stranger can watch me finger-fuck your
little slut-cunt."
I laid her head back on my shoulder and returned my attention
fully to her pussy. Sliding my finger back out of her hole I slid it
under the edge of her wet panties and felt the naked lips of her hot
cunt. I moved the tip of my middle finger to her clit and began to
rub it gently. Monica moaned ohotly. Her chest was rising up and
down now with her labored breathing as I slid another finger under
her panties and began to work both of the fingers into her hole.
She was dripping wet and the two fingers entered her easily,
sliding in deeply. I pressed them hard to the bottom and then
pressing against the right side of her pussy, slid them back to the
top and pulled them hard to the top. I stretched her fuck hole open
wider, making it fe el empty and needing more to fill it. Now my
fingers pressed hard against the left side and moved back to the
bottom once more, opening and stretching as they went. Her hips were
moving constantly now.
"Slide the panties down almost to your knees now, Monica", I
coaxed.
"But MASTER...the man will see me...", she said hesitantly.
"Do you want more fingers in your fuck hole, Monica?...do you
want more finger-fucking?....do you?", I asked , impatiently.
"Ohhhhh, Yesss...MASTER...you know I do, but the man..."
"Do it Monica!!", I hissed.
With an audible sigh Monica moved her hands to her hips and slid
the dripping wet panties downward nearly to her knees before
stopping. They were stretched lewdly by her wide-opened knees and
the juice filled crotch shone luminescently in the darkened room.
I had just added a third finger to her hole and she had just
laid her head brack on my shoulder when the man next to her got up and
moved to the seat directly beside her, openly staring at her bare
pussy with the fingers fucking in and out of it.
Monica looked up at me in alarm but I merely smiled and
continued to finger her. "Ask the man to put his hand on your leg,
Monica", I said.
"MASTER!!", she exclaimed in a whisper.
Putting my mouth close to her ear I whispered to her, "Monica, I
can make you get on yeour knees on the dirty floor and suck the man
off if I wish. I suggest you do as I say and do it quickly."
She looked up at me for a long time as if sizing me up in an
effort to see just how serious I was about all of this. Then slowly
she turned her head and leaned over in the other man's direction.
Her voice was timid but loud enough that I could hear it.
"Please put your hand on my leg.", she said quietly.
I looked across at the man who nwas now staring in her eyes.
Slowly he moved his left hand to her leg just above her lowered
panties and began caressing it. Monica lay her head on the back of
the chair and closed her eyes, her passion mounting even more quickly
now. She slid lower in the seat now, her left knee pressing hard
against my leg, her right knee pressing hard against the leg of the
other man.
His hand molded her flesh through the white stockings as it
moved higher and higher. My three fingers were sliding in and out of
her soft pussy now and her hips were humping back at them hotly. The
man continued to slide his hand higher until it was above the top of
her stockings on her bare thigh. Monica moaned softly and looked at
me with lust filled eyes. I leaned over once more and whispered to
her. "Ask the man to put his fingers inside your pussy too, Monica",
I said. "Tell him you need it."
This time Monica omerely licked her lips and stared straight
ahead for a moment before complying with my wish. "Mister, please
put your fingers in my pussy with my husbands fingers. Please do
it. I need it so baaaad!", she moaned in his ear.
She continued to stare in his eyes as his hand slid further up
her leg and as his fingers began to spread her lips open trying to
gain access. I pressed my three fingers hard to the bottom of her
cunt allowing him room tor insert two of his in above mine. When they
slid into her Monica's head rolled back over toward me and she moaned
hotly and began hunching her hips harder than before.
We fingered her like this for a long time, watching her passion
grow and hearing her breathing grow more and more labored.
"Put your hand in his lap and find his cock, Monica. Find it
and rub it. Rub it and ask him to open his pants for you so that you
can stroke his naked fuck meat."
t I watched hotly as she moved her hand over to his lap and began
to rub her hand up and down his rock hard dick. She leaned over
toward him slightly and hotly spoke to him. "Give me your dick. Get
it out for me so I can stroke it for you. Let me feel your cock in
my hand. Let me jerk you off. Please, Mister!", she implored.
His free hand worked the zipper of his pants and he struggled to
pull out the big dick for the trembling slut who wanted it so ibadly.
Once he had freed it, Monica grasped it hungrily and began to slide
her hand up and down its shaft expertly.
I worked my own zipper down, removed my dick from my pants and
took her left hand and placed it on my cock. Her hands moved busily,
stroking the two thick hunks of fuck meat while our fingers pumped in
and out of her running wet slut-cunt. Her head was still laid back
on the back of the chair and was swinging from side to side now as
w she was lost in a sea of passion.
The man next to her leaned over and kissed her neck as he
fingered her and I heard him whisper to her, "I have a friend with
me."
Confused by his statement, she mumbled her question back to
him. "What?...what do you mean you have a friend?"
"I have a friend who would like to fuck you...we both want to
fuck you...his cock is hard too, but you aren't jerking him off."
"I know...but...", turning her head to me and still fucking her
hips wildly at our intruding fingers, Monica looked at me with wide
eyes. "...MASTER...he says he has a friend..."
"Yes, I heard him Monica", I said interrupting her. "He and his
friend both want to fuck you...isn't that what he said?"
"Unnnnggggh!", she moaned now, her orgasm approaching quickly.
"Unnnnyyyessss, he said that!".
"I want you to fuck them, Monica. I want you to take their cum
into your body.u But first I want to dump my cum in your mouth. Bend
over Monica and take my dick in your mouth...I have hot sperm for
you."
She bent over obediently and covered the head of my cock with
her mouth. It was awkward for her and she had to remove her hand
from the other man's cock to do it. He pulled her leg over his own
leg and began rubbing his cock against the stocking that covered it
while she sucked on my dick.
My hot cum shot out o into her mouth and she gulped it down
hungrily, sucking and pumping with her tongue and lips. When I had
shot it all into her I lifted her head back up and she leaned back
against the chair back once more. The man took her hand back and
placed it back on his dick. Our fingers continued to work on her hot
pussy as she resumed the stroking of the strangers fuck meat.
I leaned over to whisper to her once more. "Tell the man that
you want to fuck ohim and his friend. Tell the man you're a slut and
you need to be fucked. Tell him you will fuck them in the men's room
and that you are ready to do it now."
She leaned over toward the man whose cock she was jerking and
without hesitation spoke to him hotly. "I'm a slut. I need to be
fucked so bad! I want to fuck you and your friend right now. I need
your dicks now!!! I want you and your friend to take me to the men's
room and dick me. Make me come, Gawwwwwd, I need it so
bad...Pleassse fuck me now!!", she moaned.
The man put her hand back in her lap and taking his fingers out
of her pussy zipped up his pants. "Pull your panties up little slut
and follow us. We'll fuck you. We'll fuck you like the dirty little
slut that you are. Come on, get what you need", he said.
Sliding her panties back up her pretty legs, Monica turned to me
and asked, "Will you be coming too, MASTER?"
"N o, Monica, I'll wait for you here. Go with the men and let
them fill your holes with hot fuck meat. Let them pump their cocks
in and out of your body and fill you with their cum. When you get
back my cock will be hard again."
She kissed me hard on the mouth and rose, following the two men
as they walked toward the lobby.
Later on that night as we lay in our bed holding each other she
spoke to me softly. "Thank you for setting that all up afor me
MASTER."
"How did you know?", I asked.
"Silly...I recognized those two men as being the same ones that
I "picked up" in the bar that night. You're so precious."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Monica. I thought maybe we could fool
you...its been quite a while since the time at the bar."
"Well, don't be disappointed...they didn't fool me, but the
three black guys who had me when they were through did."
"What!!!", I exclaimed.
e "Gotcha!!", she said, smiling.

Note to the reader: I'm gonna get her for that! !

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