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From: U44759@uicvm.uic.edu (AVROM LITIN)

Subject: mrwade75

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Lusty Leggy Leah

When I saw her the first time she was sitting beside Angela on the couch at a party Monica and I had been invited to. She was dressed in a silvery colored long dress that was slit up one side nearly to her waist. As she sat talking to Angela her legs were crossed and the slit revealed most of her left leg. Monica had pointed her out to me.

"Leg slut alert, Master", she said, smiling and nodding in Leah's direction.

I ran my appreciative eyes over the long legs being exposed so freely and then up to the pretty face with laughing eyes and the dark, dark long hair cascading over the full breasts which protruded like ripe fruit under the silky material of the dress.

"Yes", I replied to Monica, "yes indeed!"

We moved around the room talking to those at the party with whom we were already acquainted for quite some time. Monica went to get a fresh drink for me and when she returned she told me she had met Leah and wanted to introduce me to her. I expected to find Leah still on the couch where we had first seen her, but Monica led me instead into a sitting room off to the left of the living room where we found Leah standing alone, waiting for us to arrive.

Monica closed the door behind us and after exchanging pleasantries we sat on the couch in front of a glass topped coffee table between us and Leah. Leah stood with one hand on her hip and her ass stuck out to the other side and smiled at us warmly as she spoke.

"Monica tells me that you are her Master", she said with interest. "She also says that you both find me very attractive, and I'm quite flattered."

"You are very attractive, Leah, we both appreciate pretty women, especially women with long shapely legs", I replied.

Leah smiled and stepped gingerly up onto the coffee table in front of us and began raising her skirt slowly as we watched with interest. When she had slid the silky material all the way to her waist, revealing not only both of her long lithe legs, but her most private part as well, she smiled broader and said sexily, "How do you like this?"

Monica reached over to me and took my left hand and slid it under her short skirt, pressing it against her damp pubis, beginning to breathe hard as she stared at the naked beauty in front of us.

"Open it, Leah. Take your hands and spread your lips for us that we might see deep into your womanhood", I instructed calmly.

Leah swallowed hard, obviously very excited by the act of exposing herself to both of us and by the instructions I had given her. She reached between her legs with both her hands, and holding the dress up with her arms pressed tight against her waist, she pulled at her labia with trembling fingers, pulling them outward so that we might see the pink wetness of her already spasming vagina. The lips were moist with vaginal fluids and the longer she held herself open for us the larger the dark circle of her hole seemed to grow.

"The clit, Leah, lift it with your finger and let it poke itself out toward us. Show Monica and her Master your clit", I said.

Monica was pressing my hand hard against her now soaked pussy as Leah placed her finger under her tender clit and lifted it, encouraging it to snake out from under its hood and exciting it even further as she pushed her finger against it. I began sliding fingers into Monica's cunt as Leah stood there elevated in front of us displaying her innermost charms so lewdly. Monica moaned and fucked her hips toward my hand.

"Do you like Leah's vagina, Monica?", I asked.

"Ohhh yes, Master...I like it very much, Master!", she said hotly.

"Her swollen lips and extended clit make you hot, don't they my precious little slave?"

"Very hot Master, very, very hot!", she replied.

"Would you like to have my slave slut's pretty mouth pressed against your wet sex, Leah?", I asked, smiling.

Leah's hips jerked forward involuntarily as I asked Monica the questions and a rivulet of juice began running down the inside of her left thigh.

"Oh, I would love it if she would kiss me there!", she said, her hips moving even more regularly now as she stared at Monica and the way she was fucking my fingers.

Turning to Monica I took my fingers from her hole and rubbed them on her face as I spoke to her. "Love Leah for your Master, Monica. Kiss her swollen and tender lips with your ripe mouth. Slide your submissive tongue into her sex deeply and suck her hardening clit into your mouth until she moans and screams with delight. She has displayed her nakedness to your Master with great skill and deserves to be rewarded for her efforts. Your bi-sexual sluttishness will be her pay."

Rising from the couch I walked out of the room without looking back, leaving the two very hot women to enjoy each other there in the room only feet away from a whole room full of other men and women.

Several days after the party I received the following letter from Leah.

Dear Master Wade,

I want to thank you for giving Monica to me at the party the other night. Frankly no one here knows that I am bi-sexual yet, as I only moved here a little over a month ago and am rather slow at making new friends. It amazes me that you were able to tell that so easily and that you were able to do what you did to me simply through the words that you used.

Monica was wonderful in every way. She ate me as if her very life depended on it, not as if it were an obligation she had to perform, but as if she needed it and enjoyed it every bit as much as I did. After it was over and I asked her if I could see her again, she suggested that I write you this letter and tell you something about my background.

I was struck by the term that Monica used when she said that you loved "leg sluts". I have thought of myself as just that for years and wasn't aware that anyone else but me ever thought in those terms. I've always known that I had especially attractive legs. I've just always had them. Even when I was young, as young as ten years old, people would comment on how pretty my legs were.

I suppose some of that had to do with my mother and her legs, for she was a very beautiful woman with lovely legs as well. My dad often commented that I was going to have legs just like my mom's and did so in front of lots of people. Both of my parents enjoyed having me wear things which would show off my legs, and encouraged me to always be aware of my blessings and use them to my advantage. In all of my twenty-five years I don't think I've ever had on a dress that didn't show them off in some way, and to this day have only owned three pairs of pants of any kind. Two pair of them were jeans which fit very tightly and still showed off the curves of my thighs.

When I started dating, as luck or fate would have it, my first dates were with a boy named Mike who was crazy about my legs. Men have always liked them, but Mike was especially excited by them and to please him I got to the point that whenever we were together in a car I would pull my dress up nearly to my panties so that he could see them. He was a very popular guy and I was really flattered that he wanted to date me. I never made love to Mike but would often pull his penis for him as he touched my legs so that he could have some relief.

The second guy that I dated was also my first lover. He was Dan, a tall handsome boy who was the best athlete in the school. I was a cheerleader and Dan and I often sat next to each other on the bus to and from basketball and football games. The little cheerleader's skirts that we wore exposed most of my legs and Dan always had to be touching them. Sometimes he would kneel in the dark in the bus and kiss them all the way back home.

I dated a couple of other guys in high school, and while they were both appreciative of my legs they seemed to be more interested in my tits and in getting their hard dicks into me. I was in my freshman year in college before I once again dated someone who seemed obsessed with my legs.

His name was Jerry, and Jerry was perhaps the best lover I had all through school. A senior and several years older than me, Jerry had obviously made love to many women. I could understand why after my first time with him. He was very large and even though he came quite easily seemed to get hard almost immediately all over again. My legs were so exciting to him that he would often take his penis out of me and rub it against my thigh for just a moment or two after coming and then plunge it back inside me and start doing me all over again.

I had experienced guys wanting to fuck my tits before, but Jerry was the first to ever want to fuck my legs. I didn't mind it at all, especially since he got hard so fast after he spilled his juice out onto my thighs. His favorite way was for me to be on my elbows and knees on the bed with my ass upraised and my legs tight together while he pushed his long hard tool through my thighs and fucked it back and forth. Once when we had the whole day to spend together and my parents were out of town we made love six times and he fucked my legs four of those times as well.

Even with Jerry talking about what a great "leg fuck" I was it wasn't until I met Paul that I began thinking of myself as a "leg slut". Paul was a man that I worked with in my first job after graduation from college. We worked in pairs often and had numerous opportunities to be alone and it was obvious that we found each other very attractive. From the very first day we met Paul would openly stare at my legs, never moving his eyes from them even when he was aware that I saw him staring. I liked it so much that I never did anything to discourage his staring and as time went on began to cross and uncross my legs for him as he watched and sometimes to even touch my legs with my hands sexily while he stared.

The odd thing about Paul was that for months, even though he was obviously wild about my legs, he never asked me out or even said anything vaguely romantic or suggestive to me. He was all business except for his obvious delight in the curves of my calves and thighs.

Frankly this began to get to me, because I wanted very much to be dating him. Some of the other men in the office were asking me out and I really didn't want to go out with anyone but Paul. I felt sure he would ask me out most any day. Week after week passed, however, and Paul seemed uninterested in dating me. Finally it got to be more than I could take and I decided to do something to change his behavior.

The day that I made up my mind to begin seducing Paul seriously, I chose a thin white dress which Paul had enjoyed on numerous occasions. This time, however, I didn't wear a slip under it, even though I knew that I should. It wasn't a long dress, coming to just above my knees when I stood, and it fit rather tightly, caressing my ass cheeks when I walked. I knew that my tiny bikini panties would be very obvious through the thin white material and just hoped that there wouldn't be many of the other guys at the office yet when I got to work.

The office in which Paul and I worked was along the east side of the building, and the east wall of the office was one vast expanse of glass. We usually kept the blinds closed in the mornings because of the bright morning sun, but on this day I opened them as wide as they would go and was standing with my back to the door at the window looking over a report as Paul walked in to the office. I was wearing a pair of 4 inch heels and was standing with my feet approximately two feet apart Paul came in. I had heard him coming down the hall, and while my head was bent as if I was reading the report, my eyes were upraised and I could see his reflection in the window. I pretended that I didn't realize he was there as he stopped in his tracks in the doorway and leaned against the door frame looking at me.

He stood there transfixed for quite some time, his eyes taking in the view before him. The sunlight was streaming through the window and through the white dress, outlining the perfect shape of my legs as it illuminated the white material to the point of near transparency. As he stood there I was aware of his hand slowly moving to his crotch, and smiled quietly to myself as I saw the refection of him stroking himself through his pants.

Acting as if I was totally unaware that anyone else was in the room, I reached back behind myself and began scratching one of my ass cheeks idly with my left hand, letting my dress rise ever upward as I did so. Paul's hand moved even more rapidly as the hem of the dress rose higher and more of my legs were exposed.

I was really enjoying my little game and decided to carry it just a bit farther before letting on that I knew he was there. Tossing the report on the chair to my right and keeping my back to Paul, I began stretching slowly with my arms upraised, feeling the dress ride up my long legs as I did so. I began exercising, as if I did it every morning, spreading my feet farther apart and bending forward at my waist to touch my toes. Each time I bent at the waist the dress would ride up the backs of my legs, exposing my naked thighs nearly to the edge of my tiny panties. Paul had now slid quietly into the room and shut the door and was rubbing himself freely as he watched me performing for him, unaware that I knew he was there.

I had set my purse down on the chair to my right and after exercising for a while turned to it and took a bottle of lotion from it, my back still to the door. I placed my right foot on the edge of the seat of the chair and began applying lotion to my leg, beginning at my ankle and sliding my hands sensuously up over my calves and along my thighs, letting the dress slide all the way up as I rubbed the lotion into my soft skin. When I got to the top of my thigh I let my hand graze the crotch of my now wet panties and moaned sexily. I could hear Paul breathing heavily as he pulled at himself behind me. Glancing into the glass once more I became aware that he had now taken his cock from his pants and was stroking it openly, so excited by the show I was putting on for him.

Placing my right foot back onto the floor I replaced it in the chair with my left foot and repeated the application of lotion on that leg as well. At the top I once again let my hand rub my pussy, moaning even more loudly this time and rubbing it even more obviously. I let my head fall back as I continued to rub myself and without stopping to massage my wet and hot pussy put my foot back onto the floor and turned back to the window once again, lifting my dress all the way to my waist, my legs still opened widely and my hand caressing my damp pubic mound.

"Look at me, anyone who will", I said, addressing the world outside the window in a rather theatrical tone. "Look at these legs, this body, this empty space which needs so much to be filled." I stuck two fingers inside the edge of my wet panties and began fingering myself, angling my hand from below so that there would be no doubt that Paul could see me plunging my fingers into myself through the gap in thighs. I came quickly, turned on by the show I was giving Paul as well as by standing in front of the wall of glass fingering myself for the world to see.

When I opened my eyes once more and looked into the glass to see what Paul was doing, I realized that he was no longer in the room. Turning around I looked at the empty room and the only evidence of his having been there, the closed door and the puddle of cum on the dark rug where he had stood as he masturbated.

I never let Paul know that I had staged that whole experience for him, even when he asked me to dinner that same night. I dated him off and on for nearly a year after that, until he was transferred to another city, and I can't begin to count the times that I used my legs to get what I wanted from Paul during that time. Since then it has become standard operating procedure for me to display my greatest asset whenever I think it will help me get what I want.

I know that some of the women where I work would disagree with me for being willing to let men see my inner thighs in return for things which please me, and I know there are plenty who recoil at the word slut and would never let anyone call them that. I don't care what they think. I love making men salivate and perspire by teasing them with the flesh of my lower limbs. I love it when men or women want me because of the smooth skin of my thighs or the curves of my calves. I love for my legs to be looked at, touched, kissed and fucked and nothing makes me hotter than pulling up my dress to the delight of anyone who may be watching man or woman, friend or stranger.

I am a leg slut and will be as long as my legs can make cocks hard and pussies wet. If there is ever a time when you can use an exhibitionist leg slut I hope you will call me. I'd like very much to give myself to you as one of your slaves if you like and of course I would love to spend some more time with pretty Monica whenever you would allow it. I promise you won't regret it.

Submissively yours,

Leah

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