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Subject: MRWADE.100   A Letter From Carolyn Part Two
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MRWADE.100                                     BY MASTER WADE
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                         A Letter From Carolyn
                               Part Two

     When I got my bathing suit back on and left the sex scented
room there was no sign of Madley.  The garage bay door was open
again and my car was parked outside the station.  Raiford was
standing by the pumps.

     "Mr. Wilkes said to tell you he'd send you a bill for the
tire, Ma'am", Raiford said.

     I thanked Raiford and drove home, still in somewhat of a daze
by the events that had just transpired.  I had never done anything
so nasty in my life, in fact I hadn't even fantasized about
anything quite like it before.  But, without a doubt, it had been
the most amazing sexual experience I'd ever known.

     I probably don't have to tell you what happened in the weeks
and months to come.  Needless to say, I put more miles on that car
than ever before, desperate to find some excuse to stop by Madley's
service station.  My mind was full of him now, and I found myself
masturbating and replaying the scene in the back room of the
station over and over again.

     For the first several weeks I was frustrated in the extreme. 
It seemed that Madley was never at the station when I stopped, and
even when he was, it would be Raiford who pumped the gas, Raiford
who cleaned the windshield.  I always was prepared for it to be
Madley, and either wore shorts or the bikini, or at least slid my
dress high on my legs, in anticipation of feeling his gaze on my
body once more.  I even began purposely teasing Raiford, hoping
that he might say something to Madley that would make him want me
again.

     Finally, my frustration grew to the point that I just couldn't
stand it any longer, and I went to the station right at closing
time, determined to confront Madley.  We had never discussed what
happened, in fact Madley had never said a word to me, even during
that memorable time together in the back room.  But something had
to be done, I needed him, in ways that I thought only he could
understand.

     Luck was with me this time, and Madley appeared to be there
alone.  He was rolling in the displays of motor oil and tires from
the front, preparing to close the station for the night.  Rather
than pulling up to the pumps, I parked directly in front of one of
the garage bay doors and sat in the car, waiting to see if he would
ask what I needed.

     Much to my dismay, Madley ignored me, continuing to finish his
chores.  I had decided that I was going to have to get out of the
car and approach him, when he suddenly raised the garage door in
front of me.  Not knowing what else to do, I drove into the bay. 
It was soon evident that I had made the right choice, as Madley
closed the door behind me.

     I had chosen a white summer dress to wear that evening, and
under it wore only a white garter belt and tan stockings.  As I
opened the door of the car I slid the dress up and when I stepped
out of the car I knew Madley would be able to see my stocking tops
and the white garter belt straps.  Before I could swing both legs
out of the car, he was standing there beside the door, his
coverall's unzipped and his cock in his hand.

     Madley reached inside the car and took my head roughly in his
hands and pulled my face to his crotch, causing me to nearly fall
out of the car to my knees in front of him.  I could feel the rough
cement floor of the garage tearing my nylons at the knees, but
nothing mattered to me now except a chance to feel my lips around
his huge prick.

     As is his style, Madley fucked my face, not gently or
patiently, but as if he were fucking a whore pussy.  I gagged with
nearly every stroke of his huge member, gradually being able to let
the huge head slide down my throat without heaving.  My nostrils
were filled with the scent of his sex, and as I grew more and more
able to take his dick down my throat I could feel those heavy
cum-filled balls slapping against my chin as he fucked me.

     I've always liked sucking cock, Master.  Even in high school
I used to gladly suck my dates off, even on the first date, as long
as I could make it seem as if they had initiated it.  Having dick
in my mouth makes me come really strongly, so I usually masturbate
myself while I'm sucking, unless of course the man does it for me.

     In this case there wasn't any way that Madley could finger me,
so I took care of it myself, bringing myself to two very quick and
very strong orgasms before Madley began spurting his fuck into my
head, in spite of the fact that he came quickly.  I guess you could
say I was primed.

     When he was done with my face, Madley wiped the last remains
of cum in my hair and tucked his dick back in the dirty coveralls.

     "That WAS what you wanted, wasn't it, slut?", he asked me
nastily.

     No one had ever called me a slut before, Master, and as I
knelt there on the greasy floor with cum in my hair and on my lips,
I felt terribly dirty and nasty.  But at the same time I knew that
it was indeed what I had wanted, and I knew also how many times I
had wished to be just where I was then, doing just what I was
doing.  How could I argue with his terminology?

     "Well, you wanted my cock, didn't you?", he repeated.

     "Yes.  I did.  What do I have to do to get it more often?", I
asked, brazenly.

     "Come around on Tuesday nights.  You'll get what you need", he
said, zipping his coveralls back up, and re-opening the garage
door.

     There was little doubt that he meant for me to leave then, and
I did, although a bit reluctantly.  I had wanted him to fuck my
needy pussy, and the thought of having to wait a whole week wasn't
especially pleasing.

     Over the next several weeks I showed up faithfully at Madley's
on Tuesday nights, making whatever excuses I had to to be away from
the house and Jim.  True to his word, Madley gave me what I needed,
fucking me nastily and hotly and then sending me home to my husband
with another man's cum still warm within me.

     My addiction to the lurid usage to which Madley put me grew
rapidly, and soon I was begging him to let me see him more often.

     "You know," he said in reply to my pleas, "I just might have
better things to do with my time than keeping another man's wife
satisfied."

     "But Madley, don't you like me?  Isn't it good for you too? 
I try hard to make it good for you, honest I do!  What can I do to
make it better?  Just tell me!  I'll do anything you want, just
tell me what it is!  I just need it so bad sometimes...and the days
go by so slowly!"  I know I sounded desperate, but I was.

     "Well, we'll just see how willing you are to please me.  Come
back on Friday night this week, and if you're a good little tramp
maybe I'll let you come twice a week."  He smiled a wicked smile,
unlike any I had seen on his face before.

     I was thrilled by the chance to prove my desire for him, and
eager to start seeing him twice a week.  Sex with Jim had become so
meaningless that I dreaded doing it with him, but he didn't seem to
notice, or care, and as a result, we did it very seldom.  Usually,
when we did, it was mainly because I was feeling especially naughty
and wanted his cock to be inside a pussy that was still wet with
Madley's cum.  I could come pretty strongly even then, if I thought
about it in that way.

     Friday night finally arrived, and I pulled into the bay as
usual, eagerly anticipating being with Madley once more.  I had
begun wearing dresses most of the time when I came to see him, even
though the weather was still very hot and other clothes would have
been cooler.  While he never complimented me on my attire, I
fantasized that the strong contrast between our surroundings and
the pretty dresses I wore would be more pleasing to him.  For the
same reason I always wore a garter belt and stockings outfit under
the dress.

     He stripped the dress from me, tossing it into the car seat
and pulled my body to his, caressing my warm flesh with his big
hands.  Then he repeated the sponge routine for the first time
since our initial encounter, drenching me with cool water as I
stood before him.  It was at least as erotic as the first time,
perhaps even more  so than before due to the stockings and high
heels I was wearing this time.

     I stood before him, eyes closed, reveling in the emotions I
was feeling, when I suddenly felt him grab my right arm by the
wrist and push my hand backward, only to find it being filled with
another man's cock.  Gasping, I turned slightly to see a naked
Raiford behind me.

     This was so unexpected that it truly took my breath away, but
the erotic power of being held between the two men was powerful and
not unwanted in the least.  I felt Raiford begin kissing my naked
shoulder and could feel his cock thickening in my grasp.  Madley's
monster cock was pressing against my stomach now and he was kissing
me full on the mouth, still holding my arm and beginning to move my
hand back and forth on Raiford's black dick.

     Madley took my hand away from the now fully hard cock and
placed it between my legs, rubbing my fingers in the wet juice of
my sex.  When my fingers were covered he placed it back on
Raiford's meat, encouraging me to spread the hot fuck along the
surface of the shiny black cock, greasing it.

     Then, taking his own cock in his hand and bending at the
knees, Madly began filling me with it, sliding his hot man meat
into my hungry slut cunt.  His strength was such that when he
fucked me standing up he could lift me from the floor with each
thrust of his hard prick.  As he began pumping me I could feel
Raiford taking my hand off his cock and directing it to the cheeks
of my rising and falling ass.  The head of his cock was bumping
into my anus now, and I knew he was trying to fuck me there.  I
moaned, unsure that I could stand having two cocks inside me at the
same time, but wanting it more than anything at the moment.  Madley
had fucked my ass, of course, so I knew that I could easily take
Raiford's smaller cock there, but I had never been fucked by two
men at the same time before, in spite of the many times I had
fantasized about it.

     I felt the slick black cock head pop into my back hole and
soon was very much aware of having his dick in my ass.  The two men
fucked me, imprisoned between them, their hands busy on my naked
body, their mouths licking and kissing me at random.  Unlike
Madley, Raiford seemed to need to talk when he fucked.

     "Mr. Wilkes be pumping yo cunt, white trash, and I be putting
my black meat in yo asshole.  Like it, don't ya?  You like having
Raiford's black pecker up yo ass?", he asked, lewdly.

     My mouth full of Madley's tongue, all I could do was moan my
response, which if it had been audible would have been an
unqualified "YES!!!".  I not only liked having Raiford's black cock
up my ass, but loved being so hungrily violated by two men, and
talked about in such a nasty way by the dark skinned man behind me.

     "Whew, Mr. Wilkes, this white cunt can sho take some dick!! 
Look at the bitch go! Hot Damn!!", he said, excitedly, pounding my
ass even harder with his slick rod.

     I started coming in the middle of Raiford's last vocal tirade,
quivering and jerking between the two randy slut fuckers as they
continued lifting me up off the floor with each thrust into me.  I
was not far away from another orgasm when Raiford began squirting
his cum into my ass, and his excited moans and continued references
to me as white trash, etc. pushed me over the edge, just as
Madley's orgasm spilled out into my other fuck hole.

     When the two men had pumped me full of their cum, Madley
pushed me to my knees and allowed me to clean his cock, as well as
Raiford's with my tongue.  I could taste myself on both cocks, and
couldn't resist rubbing my still trembling pussy to yet another
orgasm as I licked their meat clean.

     When I got home that night I fucked Jim with me on top, hoping
that some of Raiford's cum would run out of my ass and puddle up on
his balls.  Just thinking about it made me come almost as strongly
as I did with the two men's cocks inside me.

     It seemed that Madley was quite pleased with my response to
being with both he and Raiford, and I began visiting him on both
Tuesday and Friday nights.  Sometimes Raiford would join us, other
times he would not, and occasionally there would be some other
strange man there in Raiford's place, and I would never even learn
the man's name.  Over the next few months I fucked alot of strange
men in Madley's garage, taking whatever they would give me eagerly
and with growing passion.



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