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   MRWADE.129 By Master Wade

   Marsha and the Mandella

   Chapter Three

   "Hi," Marsha said, biting her lip and turning her head toward

   Carl, as he shut the door to the bedroom.  She felt more than

   naked, bound by her instructions to not move her arms or legs.  She

   knew how exposed she was to this stranger.  She recognized him from

   the lobby, and it only excited her more to know that he was the one

   who would be fucking her.  In spite of her desire she had to

   struggle to keep from closing her legs.  She wanted him to see it,

   but she was unaccustomed to showing it so early on, so lewdly.

   "You look even better without clothes on," Carl said, softly,

   stepping to the foot of the bed and letting his eyes roam over her

   naked body slowly.  "This is okay with you?"

   Marsha clenched her fists and felt her pussy juicing.

   "Yes, I've wanted something like this for a long time.  You're

   a very handsome man."

   "Thanks." He unbuttoned the starched white shirt and slid it

   off his shoulders.  His chest was broad and muscular, his arms

   well-formed with large biceps.  Stepping around to the side of the

   bed, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them

   fall around his ankles.  Marsha turned her head to watch.  She

   could see his big cock trapped behind the black bikini shorts he

   wore.  He wasn't even hard yet, but he was already as big as most

   men when they are.  He rubbed himself slowly through his shorts as

   he continued to look at her.

   "I'm so wet, Carl," Marsha said, softly, feeling frustrated by

   her inability to reach out and touch him, or to rub her throbbing

   clitoris.

   "You've got white man cum in you, don't you?", Carl asked, as

   he began sliding the shorts down his legs.  His cock sprang free

   and fell downward, dangling toward the floor, only semi-erect.

   "Yes, my Master's cum."

   "You're married, aren't you?"

   "Yes."

   "So it isn't your husband's cum that's inside you?"

   "No, it's my Master's cum."

   "And now you want a black man's cum in there too?"

   Marsha swallowed hard.  His implications were clear and on the

   money.  She hadn't just met some other man, getting a little on the

   side, fucking outside her marriage.  She had given herself as a

   slave to a Master, and now, with his cum still leaking out of her

   swollen little pussy, she was going to be fucked by a black man.

   And she wanted it.  She wanted it more than anything.

   "Yes!  Yes, I do.  Please?"

   Carl sat next to her on the bed and began touching her body

   softly, teasing her nipples with his long dark fingers, letting his

   tan-colored fingernail graze them.  He let his fingers play down

   her belly, circling her navel, through her trimmed pubic hair,

   teasing her clitoris.  He cupped her vaginal mound with his big

   black hand and quickly thrust two of his fingers into her.

   Marsha was so wet that his intruding fingers made a slurping

   sound as they slid almost effortlessly inside her.  She gasp, her

   hips pumping, and fought the urge to grab him.

   Carl fucked his fingers in and out a few times and then

   removed them, moving them to his mouth and licking them clean of

   her juices while she watched.

   "Later, after you've cleaned all the cum out, I'm going to

   slide my tongue inside that sweet little white-girl honey pot of

   yours," he said.  "White pussy is so pink and sweet.  I have a long

   tongue too."

   Placing his big dark-skinned hand along the side of her face,

   Carl bent down and kissed Marsha on the mouth, tenderly at first,

   and then sliding his tongue into her mouth.  His hand slid back

   down her body, and he rolled her left nipple between his fingers,

   feeling it grow even harder and longer.

   He kissed her for a long time, forcing her to breathe through

   her nose.  His scent was rich and different, erotic and pleasing,

   and Marsha grew even hotter.  Her tongue danced back at his, and

   her hips worked slowly, even though she was empty there.

   Finally he broke the kiss, and stood again, standing beside

   the bed and stroking his cock.  He had hardened almost to his full

   length now, and Marsha's eyes focused on his hand and the cock that

   would soon be inside her.  The head of his cock appeared small at

   first, but Marsha quickly realized that it was mainly because his

   shaft was so thick.  This skin was a deep black, except at the head

   where it lightened to a cafe aulait shade.  A small drop of pre-cum

   formed at the hole and Marsha licked at her lips, wanting to taste

   it.

   "Please fuck me," Marsha said, imploringly, her eyes moving up

   to Carl's face and then back to his mesmerizing cock again.

   Carl switched hands and rubbed the entire upper portion of her

   vagina with the fingers of his right hand while he continued

   stroking his dick with his left.

   "You want this black dick, little white girl?"

   "Yes!  God yes," she said, breathily, her hips working in

   response to his caresses.

   Carl knelt on the bed at her head, and holding his massive

   dick toward the base, slapped it across her face playfully.

   Marsha's mouth opened, as if begging to have the cock shoved

   inside, and Carl wiped just the tan head through her opened lips,

   leaving a small deposit of black man cum on her pink tongue.

   "Lick the head, slavegirl, and make it wet."

   Marsha's tongue slid from her mouth and caressed the smooth

   tip of his cock, circling it, her neck straining as she reached

   forward.  Carl watched excitedly, loving the contrast of his black

   cock with her pale white skin and her lipsticked lips.

   Turning her head to the side, Carl pushed the head into her

   mouth, choking her.  He worked his hips once, then twice, pumping

   black fuck meat into white slavegirl slut mouth.  Then pulling his

   dick from her, he moved to the foot of the bed and knelt between

   her legs.  Slowly, Carl wiped the wet head of his black dick

   through the pink folds of her trembling sex.  She opened to him,

   the center of her opening inviting him to enter her, and when he

   felt it, he moved forward, inching his thick cock into the naked

   white girl who was so obviously eager to feel all of him inside

   her.

   She was tight, but not too tight, and he was amazed by how wet

   she was.  Little by little he fed all of himself into her, feeling

   the back of her yield enough to allow him to put it all inside.

   Her pussy clenched at him, squeezing him as he held himself buried

   deeply inside.  Suddenly Marsha remembered that she could move her

   arms and legs at this point, and she raised her knees and planted

   her feet on the bed next to him, pushing her sex up at his massive

   cock, reaching for his head at the same time with her now free

   hands.

   Marsha pulled Carl's face to hers, lifting her body from the

   bed at the same time, hungry to kiss his pink lips while he was so

   deeply embedded in her.  His massive chest crushed her breasts, and

   he felt her rock-hard nipples pushing into him as her tongue danced

   wildly within his mouth.

   Reaching back, Carl slid his arms behind Marsha's knees and

   pushed them back toward her head as he continued kissing her.  He

   raised himself slightly, repositioning himself on the bed, and

   began fucking his cock in and out of the balled-up little white

   girl under him.  She grunted with each thrust of his huge dick into

   her, but she worked her hips as well, encouraging him to pump her,

   to continue his assault on her young sex.

   Marsha felt his balls begin slapping at her ass, and almost as

   if that was a switch that had triggered it, an explosive orgasm

   began racking her body.  Carl picked up the speed of his thrusts as

   her orgasm began, keeping his mouth pressed tightly against hers,

   muffling her grunts as he fucked her with long fast strokes,

   driving her tight little butt against the mattress as he slammed

   into her.

   "Oh, God!", she said, breathlessly, when he finally pulled his

   mouth away from hers.  She ran her fingers down his chest, toying

   with the tight curls of his chest hairs, as he rocked back to a

   kneeling position between her legs, his cock still deep inside her.

   He pulled her hips up onto him, keeping her drenched vagina tight

   around his dick.  Without moving his hips at all, she felt him

   jerking rythmicly inside her, his big dick continuing to caress the

   inner walls of her sex as he calmly looked down at her.  He was

   waiting, patiently, letting her catch her breath, giving her time

   to begin a slow journey back to yet another feverish pitch of

   arousal and hunger.  His thumb gently rubbed at her clitoris, his

   black fingers splayed out across her lower belly, pressing against

   her gently.

   "Are all black men like this?", she asked, dreamily.

   "Are all white men like your Master?", he asked her, smiling.

   Marsha smiled back.  Silly question.

   "If I'm good do you think he'll let me have you often?", she

   asked, seriously.

   "Honestly?  I don't know.  If you aren't good, you'll probably

   never have me again.  I do know that."

   "Not even if you wanted it?"

   "I'll always want it.  Especially now.  But I know him, and we

   trust each other, and I only take what he gives me."

   "Then I'll be the best he's ever had.  I'll be the best and

   I'll beg to have you.  And I'll do anything he wants."

   "And what if he says you can never have me again?  Even after

   all your begging?"

   "Then I'll still do anything he wants."

   Her hips began rotating as the passion built again in her

   body.  Thinking of doing anything he wanted was exciting her more

   than ever now.  Only he could give her what she hungered for so,

   including moments like this with Carl.

   "You're a horny little tramp, Marsha," Carl said, softly and

   without malice.

   "Yes.  A very horny little tramp who loves your big black

   dick."

   Carl took her legs in his hands and flipped her over, his cock

   still inside, turning her onto her belly, lifting her hips so that

   her butt was sticking up at him, her breasts flattened against the

   bed.  He raised himself to his knees and held her by her hips and

   began fucking her doggy style, his juice covered cock sliding

   effortlessly in and out of her white and pink cunt.

   He felt bigger in this position, and Marsha could feel his

   heavy black balls swinging at her lips as he worked back and forth

   inside her.  His right hand moved under her, and she felt him begin

   to rub her clitoris again with his long slim fingers.  His left

   hand slid back to the center of her ass, and he began pushing his

   long middle finger lightly at her anus.

   A new jolt of passion coursed through her body, and her belly

   rose and fell as she fucked back on the black man who was so deeply

   inside her.  She tried not to grunt too loudly, but his pounding

   member drove her breath out in gasps as he slammed himself against

   her from behind.

   Marsha was inflamed by her passions, every touch of his finger

   on her hard little clitoral nub an electric jolt, every thrust of

   his black cock pushing her closer and closer to the edge.  His

   finger was pressing more insistently on her anus now, and she knew

   it would soon pop into her and that the damn would break when it

   did.

   Almost as if reading her mind, Carl pushed his finger into her

   ass, doubling his efforts on her clitoris and fucking her faster.

   "Now, white girl!  Come for me!", he said, loudly,

   interrupting the stimulation of her clit long enough to slap her

   hard on the ass with his right hand, and then moving it back under

   her quickly to rub her there once more.

   The entrance of his finger, his unexpected vocal outburst, and

   the sting of his big palm on her naked ass sent Marsha over the

   edge, and it was obvious that he would come with her this time as

   he pumped his hips rapidly into her.  He came loudly, his need

   pouring itself out along with his seed as he jerked inside the

   kneeling woman, shoving his finger all the way inside her ass,

   taking his hand away from her pussy and grabbing her waist almost

   in desparation as his white cum spilled out of his black cock.

   Finally it was over, and he turned her onto her back, kissing

   her body gently from her knees to her mouth, his semi-erect cock

   still leaking cum onto her thigh as he hovered over her body and

   kissed her mouth.

   When their breathing had returned to normal, Carl got up from

   the bed and went to the door of the room.  With his hand on the

   knob he looked back at her.

   "You were amazing," he said, softly, and then he opened the

   door.

   The End

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