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MRWADE.209 By Master Wade
Summer Time
Chapter Two
Master Wade turned on a few lights and turned to find Summer
and Monica embracing each other in the center of the living room.
Summer seemed to be the one who had initiated the kiss, and it
excited Master Wade to watch the hungry way she kissed his slave so
fully on the mouth. Already aroused, he felt his cock growing even
stiffer as they clung to each other and ground their bodies
together.
Summer reached between them and hastily worked Monica's skirt
up, pushing her hand down in the tiny panties, working her fingers
into Monica's already wet pussy. Monica moaned and struggled to
keep her footing as she opened her legs wider for the young
stripper. Opening her legs was one thing that Monica did
especially well, and Master Wade loved to see her do it, whether it
was for a sexy young girl like Summer, or for a guy with a raging
hardon.
Ordinarily, Master Wade would have watched for a while,
enjoying the play before involving himself in the action. But the
young blonde was so damn good looking that he was struck with a
sudden urge to fuck one of them.
Walking up behind Monica as he unzipped his pants and reached
in to take out his cock, Master Wade pulled Monica's dress up to
her waist and pressed his member between her legs. Grabbing a
handful of Monica's hair, he pulled her mouth away from Summer and
turned her head to kiss her full on the mouth. He kept his eyes on
Summer's face and saw her smile at his early involvement. He felt
her fingers against his cock as he pressed himself further between
Monica's thighs, and was not surprised when he felt Summer slide
her fingers out of his wife and begin pressing the head of his cock
into her sopping wet slit.
Bending at the knees, Master Wade hunched at Monica's ass,
shoving his dick up into her with long stabs which brought more
moans from her. Breaking their kiss, and pulling her head back
further away from Summer, he looked straight into Summer's eyes and
spoke to her:
"Monica loves to fuck, Summer," he said, hotly, his hips
pumping regularly against his wife.
"Does she?", Summer replied, smiling, her hand tickling at his
balls, her eyes locked on his.
"Yes, she does. And she loves to be pressed against a sweet
young thing like you when she's being fucked. Do you like watching
her get fucked, Summer?"
"I do, Master Wade," she replied, licking her lips sensuously,
her face only inches away from his.
"I like to kiss blondes when I fuck brunettes, Summer," Master
Wade whispered, his face moving closer to hers.
"Then kiss this one, Master," Summer replied, her voice soft
and full of promise.
Their lips met, Summer moving her free hand to the back of his
head, her long slim fingers pulling him closer. His hand still
full of Monica's hair, and her head still pulled to the side to
give him room to french kiss the other woman, Master Wade fucked
harder against his wife/slut's ass as his tongue met and danced
against that of the young stripper. He felt Monica's head turn
slightly so that she could watch the kiss, and he felt her cunt
muscles tightening against his cock. Monica loved being fucked
while he kissed another woman, and she ran her hands over Summer's
ass, cupping her cheeks, spreading them as much as possible within
the confines of the tight denim.
The blonde kissed hungrily, and the flavor of her lipstick was
new and exciting to Master Wade. He loved the way she played her
long fingernails against his balls, encouraging him to fuck Monica,
and he loved the smell of her perfume and the feel of her long hair
as it brushed his face.
Monica's mind reeled, as it often had in the past, with the
implications of what was happening. Her husband's mind was full of
the young blonde stripper, even though his cock was inside her.
Which of them was he really fucking? Was Monica the subject of his
desire, or was the other woman? Was she, at this moment in time,
only a cunt to recieve his throbbing cock and the outpouring of his
sperm? The humiliation of such usage, rather than angering her or
making her feel less special, only excited her. She felt his hand
pulling her head away roughly so that he could kiss the blonde,
moving her out of the way so that he could get to the lips and
tongue of someone else.
Perhaps he was even thinking of what it would be like to fuck
Summer, Monica thought. Perhaps he is pretending that his cock is
really in her pussy, that it is her spasming pussy which is milking
his dick as he works his hips back and forth.
Monica groaned and pushed her ass back at her Master. As long
as she had anything to do with it his sexual desires would always
be satisfied, no matter what it meant that she must do. It IS her
pussy, Master, she thought to herself as she hunched back at him.
Think of it as hers, my husband, my Master. Feel her clenching
cunt walls, fill her with your hot white cum. Let ME be the cunt,
the whore, the slut, the piece that helps you realize your every
fantasy, even those fantasies of being with other women!
Summer broke the kiss and pressed her panting mouth near
Master Wade's ear.
"Fuck me!", she whispered hotly. "Feel my pussy! Fuck me deep
and hard....God how I love your hot cock inside my young body!"
Master Wade's head shook involuntarily at the hot whispering
comments of the fully-dressed stranger who was pushing him closer
and closer to orgasm. He felt his legs growing weak and a
tightening in his stomach which matched the whirring buzz growing
in his head.
Releasing Monica's head, Master Wade moved his hands to her
hips and held her tightly to him as he drove his cock in and out of
her from behind with a vengeance. Summer stepped back, breaking
their hold on her and watched them fuck, her hands moving over her
young body, caressing her full breasts, sliding across the tight
denim to caress her own sex.
Monica bent over, her hands on her knees, and braced herself
as best she could against the driving force of his fucking. She
raised her head and watched the blonde touching herself. She
tightened her cunt muscles, begging her Master to come inside her.
With a raspy, almost eerie moan, Master Wade began coming
inside the bent over wife/slut's horny little pussy. He drove
himself against her, fucking her with such force that they clung
desparately to the edge of the balance necessary to remain
standing. His cock jerked and spasmed inside her, his cum spurting
out into the bent-over-brunette.
When it was over, Master Wade released his slave and pushed
his still leaking cock back into his pants. Monica's hand moved to
her pussy and began rubbing it hotly. She needed to make it
herself!
"Stand up and let Summer see you do it, Monica", he said,
smiling at her.
Monica stood from her bent over position and raised her skirt
with one hand while she rubbed at her sex with the other. The two
girls stood, their eyes glued on each other as they caressed their
bodies, separated by a distance that could be closed at any moment
by the speaking of a few words.
Walking around behind the young blonde, who was still
caressing herself through her clothes, Master Wade brushed her hair
back and kissed her on the neck. He slid his arms around her and
began unzipping the tight denim jeans as he watched Monica rubbing
her crotch.
"Do you want her pussy, Monica?", he asked, teasingly, as he
began tugging the tight jeans down over her full hips.
Monica tried to reply, and her mouth moved to form the words,
but nothing came out. She rubbed hotly and nodded, her eyes glued
to his hands and the revelation of Summer's body. She knew she
could come at any moment, and she wanted to desparately, but she
didn't want to miss what would come next. With her Master, there
was always something coming next.
Master Wade knelt behind the blonde and pulled the jeans down
her long, beautiful legs. She stepped out of them gracefully,
managing to get her feet out of them without losing her high heels
in the process.
Standing again, Master Wade began tugging the tight top upward
over the wonderful breasts. The material caught them and pulled
them upward, and they sprang heavily free when he pulled it past
the long rigid nipples. Now the girl was nude except for a tiny
white g-string and the black heels. She ran her hand down into her
panties, tossing her head back as her fingers entered the hungry
opening of her sex. His hands moved around to cup and fondle her
breasts, and Summer moaned as her excitement grew by leaps and
bounds.
"Look at her tits, Monica," he said, hotly, kissing the naked
shoulders of the young stripper. "She likes for her tits to be
looked at, Monica. See the legs? How long they are? How full the
thighs, and how soft? Her thighs are for girls to kiss, Monica."
Monica trembled visibly, her right hand working feverishly at
her pussy.
"I want some, Master," she cooed, her voice hot and broken
with passion.
"She wants some of your pussy, Summer," he whispered to the
young blonde girl. "Everyone wants your pussy. The girls who
strip with you want it. The men who pay money to watch you take
your clothes off want your pussy. Monica wants her tongue inside
it."
Summer pulled her fingers out of her hole and pushed her g-
string downward, expertly working it off her legs without bending
over or moving away from his grasp. Monica stared at her, seeing
the well-trimmed triangle of pussy hair which stopped just at the
top of her slit. Her mouth watered.
"Spread it open for her, Summer," Master Wade hissed. "Show
the hungry little pussy eating girl what you have waiting for her."
Summer moved her hands to her sex and pulled the lips back,
exposing her pink, wet, inner lips to the other woman. She bent
slightly at the knees, pushing her sex out toward Monica.
"I'm ready," Summer said, hotly, her hips moving in tiny
circles.
Master Wade grinned broadly. "You are, huh? You're ready to
be eaten?"
"Yes!", Summer replied, quivering slightly, eager to rub her
clitoris again, but not wanting to move her fingers or close her
opened cunt to Monica's gaze.
Master Wade pinched her nipples with his fingers, taking them
tightly between his thumb and forefinger and clamping down on them,
pulling them out away from the show-girl tits. He pinched them
harder and harder until she cried out and then released them
suddenly.
"Sit on the couch and spread for her, Summer," he said, moving
away from her.
Summer walked to the couch and sat in the center of it, with
her ass carefully positioned at the edge. She leaned back, opening
her legs widely, her feet planted flat on the floor and wide apart.
She looked fantastic, all naked and spread open, her lips wet with
juice, her nipples hard and long, the expression on her face one of
genuine need and desire.
"Now, Master?", Monica asked, eager to go to her.
"Take the fingers out and lick them clean, Monica," he
replied. "Pull the dress down. This will not be a naked stripping
girl who eats our Summer. This will be a fully-dressed married
woman with cum in her pussy. Do you want her juice on your face,
my little slut?"
"Oh yes, Master!", Monica replied, pushing her dress down over
her legs and licking the last drop of her own pussy juice from her
fingers.
"Kneel between her legs, Monica. Begin at her knees and kiss
her soft young flesh. Smell her cunt and ass and feel the slick
wet juice of her adorable pussy on your lips and tongue."
Monica walked quickly to the couch and knelt as her Master had
ordered her to do. There had been a time when she could not have
considered doing what she was about to do...when she would not have
even thought it pleasant, much less exciting. That time was long
past, however, and she knelt between this young stripper's legs
with the full knowledge that she would have done it gladly and
freely, even if not commanded to do it by her Master. She WANTED
this juice in her mouth. She WANTED to eat the girl, to sniff at
her vagina and anus. She wanted to lick her crack, to smell and
taste her, to make her come and feel the rise and fall of her sexy
young hips.
Summer looked over at him as Monica took her position between
her wide-spread legs. She liked being watched, even in as intimate
a situation as this one. She had known for years that her body was
special and beautiful, and it gave her great pleasure to show it,
to expose it, to let people see her most intimate parts. She
wanted this man to watch her orgasm, to see her grow hotter and
hotter and to see her grind her pussy against his wife's face. She
wanted him to hear the embarassing grunts of her orgasm, to see how
lewdly and lustily she would come. She wanted him, both of them,
to know how much she needed exactly what she was about to get.
Master Wade pulled a small chair up close to them so that he
could see well what his slave was about to do. He loved to watch
pussy eating. He loved seeing his slave put her mouth on the other
woman's pussy, seeing her tongue lick deeply into the folds of her
vagina, seeing her put her tongue against the rosebud of another
woman's asshole.
At this moment, Master Wade envied his slave. He wanted to
kiss the thighs himself, to smell the young blonde girl's sex, to
taste her sweet juices. And he would. But now it was time for the
girls to play and for him to watch with fascination and amusement.
Monica trembled with excitement as she kissed her way along
Summer's left leg. There was something almost unbearably erotic
about another woman holding her legs so wide apart. And these legs
were perfect, with skin like alabaster, shaped as if modeled
carefully by a skillful artist.
She kissed with her eyes opened, glancing from time to time
between the legs to the ultimate object of her attention. She
watched as Summer moved one hand slowly down her stomach, using two
fingers to spread the lips open once more. Monica marveled at the
beauty of the young girl's cunt. Her lips were smooth, almost
totally unwrinkled, the little hood covering her clitoris perfect
and pink, the opening which led up into the girl's body clearly
defined and round, not stretched, but not virginal either. It was
a pussy which had been used and taken, fucked and fingered, and
which perhaps more than anything else, begged to be kissed and
tongued.
Summer arched her back as Monica neared her sex. She loved
the feeling of her breasts pushing out away from her chest, and she
loved the way they looked, the stiff nipples rising like little
sentinels, offering themselves sacrificially with passionate
disregard for what might be done with them.
Monica could smell it now. It was a smell she had come to
love, and yet this pussy was somehow different than the others in
it's own unique way. Summer pussy, she thought to herself, summer
pussy ripe and blooming, hot and simmering before her. She licked
her lips and moved her mouth more quickly toward the sex of the
young girl who so anxiously awaited her kisses.
Summer quivered at the first touch of Monica's tongue on her
sex. She felt her nipples grow even more rigid, and she pushed her
chest out even further, turning again to look at the woman's
husband who sat calmly, watching it all unfold before him. When
her eyes met his, she felt herself speaking mentally to him, trying
to communicate her pleasure without words. Yes, I do love that she
is there, that her tongue is now licking me. And yes, I do love
that you are watching me give it to her, that you are seeing how
hot her mouth makes me. We are pussy eating girls, your wife and
I. See how we love to perform for you? See how much pleasure you
give us by allowing us this freedom with each other?
Monica pressed her tongue between the folds of Summer's sex,
deeper and deeper until her lips were pressed against the wet
vaginal lips and until she could feel the brush of Summer's soft
pubic hair against her nose. She felt and tasted the wetness, and
her nostrils flared to gather in the scent. Pussy. God, how she
loved it.
Moving her head back ever so slightly, Monica slid her tongue
back and up, searching for the stiff little nub of Summer's
clitoris. She felt the young blonde raise her hips slightly,
orienting and aiming her sex, making it easier for Monica to lick
the hot little clit. Finding it, Monica circled it with her
tongue, flicking and licking, sensitive to the reaction of the hot
long-legged blonde, eager to bring pleasure to her with her mouth,
tongue and lips.
Summer gasped slightly, her eyes still glued on Master Wade's,
and moved her hips slightly in response to Monica's skillful
caresses. She wished her clitoris was six inches long so that the
hot little slave girl could suck her off, and she pushed up at
Monica's mouth, trying to shove the little nub into her mouth. She
felt Monica slide her tongue back into her mouth and was aware of
her swallowing. It pleased her to know that her juices were now
inside the brunette's body. Then the tongue was stabbing at her
clitoris again, circling, teasing. Now the touch of lips and a
suck, now the tongue, flicking, making her squirm in her nakedness
on the couch.
Summer could feel the silk blouse which Monica wore against
her naked legs as Monica's hands slid sensuously up and down her
thighs. It had been a long time since anyone other than the
strippers had eaten her. None of them were any hungrier for her
than Monica, and none of them had ever excited her more. Yes, I
was made to be eaten, she thought to herself. Made to open my
legs, to spread them, to give juice to hungry mouths.
And to fuck, she thought, her mind dancing back to Master Wade
momentarily, but only momentarily, as she felt Monica's tongue
leaving her clitoris and sliding down through her wet lips toward
her anus. She raised her hips, hoping to give Monica the room she
needed. She felt her body tremble slightly as she lifted herself
off the couch, her body now more off the couch than on.
Monica's nose was now sliding through the lips as her mouth
and tongue moved lower and lower. She felt the juice wetting it,
and was filled with the wonderful aroma of the blonde girl's sex.
She could eat this sweet young thing for hours, and would gladly.
But now it was not pussy that she sought, or which filled her
imagination, but ass. Sweet young slut ass.
Master Wade watched the stripper raise her body off the couch.
Every movement she made was a dance, every minute change of
position a stroke of the artist's brush. She was sex personified,
in everything she did, and it struck him that his position was in
one way superior to that of his hungry slave, who could not see the
big picture, but only the intimacy of the other woman's crotch.
Monica felt her tongue slide out of the girl's slit and across
the little spot between pussy and ass. She searched for her anus
and found it, circling it with the tip of her tongue, wetting it
and pushing against it. It was a naughty thing to lick an ass,
even the ass of a beauty such as this one, but Monica did it with
relish, hungry for the taste and smell of it. She felt Summer
quiver again and pressed her tongue more forcefully against the
puckered little opening, trying to put it inside.
"Unghh!", Summer moaned, her first vocal outburst. She moved
her hands to Monica's head and pulled it tightly to her, pushing
her asshole against the tongue of the married slave slut. Her eyes
were not on Master Wade now, but on the head of the girl between
her legs. She wanted to fuck her ass on the girl's tongue, to
screw the girl with her anus. She felt Monica's nose being pressed
into her pussy and ground back at it, wanting a double fuck, nose
in cunt, tongue in ass.
Monica found it hard to breathe, but she struggled
cooperatively to do so, wanting to keep her nose and tongue where
they were. She loved all the sensations she was experiencing,
especially the way Summer pulled her face and head tightly, forcing
her cunt and ass against her. She was aware of a mixture of pussy
juice and cum leaking and running down her leg, and she wanted more
than she could say to rub herself, but there was no time for that
now. Now it was time to eat ass. Blonde girl ass. Sweet young
ass.
"Let me suck you hard," Summer suddenly said to Master Wade,
turning to him, her eyes glazed over with lust.
Master Wade smiled. He could oblige her, although he was sure
it wouldn't take long. He stood, pulling his cock from his pants
once more. Monica's pussy juice had begun to dry on his dick, but
it would soon be cleaned by the hungry stripper's mouth. Moving to
the couch, and laying one of the side cushions down to help raise
himself to her level, he knelt beside the naked blonde and moved
her head toward his crotch.
Summer opened her mouth and found the semi-erect cock quickly.
She loved the feeling of it sliding against her tongue and between
her lips and immediately felt it begin to grow harder inside her
warm cavern. Monica was stabbing her tongue against her anus now,
and she loved the feeling of being entered at top and bottom, cock
in mouth, tongue in asshole, nose in pussy. She sucked, swirling
her tongue around the thick shaft of Master Wade's cock, feeling it
grow in length, feeling his balls slap against her chin.
Summer was struck by a sudden desire for Monica to know what
she was doing, and she grabbed a handful of her hair and raised her
head abrubtly so that she could see her Master fucking her mouth.
Her own need quickly overcame her, however, and she pushed Monica's
head back down again, hunching back at her as the cock in her mouth
grew ever longer and harder.
Master Wade reached down and began working the blonde's
nipples again, as he watched Monica hungrily tongue fucking her
asshole. He pinched them hard, as hard as possible, thrilled by
the responsiveness of the sweet young girl to the pain he brought
her breasts. If anything, she sucked him even more eagerly,
cleaning his cock of Monica's juices, stroking him and making his
balls fill with cum once more. He placed his left hand behind her
head and began fucking in and out of it, pinching her nipples,
watching her arch her back, seeing her legs spread wide, his
wife/slut hungrily at work between them.
Releasing the girl's nipples, Master Wade slid his hand down
her belly, pushing his fingers between her pubic mound and his
wife's face until he found her clitoris. He rubbed the little nub
back and forth quickly and forcefully, grinning as the cock sucking
blonde began hunching faster and faster. He listened with
amusement as she began grunting, and allowed her excitement to grow
quickly until she was just at the point of orgasm before stopping
and moving his fingers back to her nipples once more. He repeated
this over and over, making the quivering blonde squirm and moan,
only to stop her without letting her come. She sucked at him
greedily, hoping to make him squirt, sure that she could somehow
take his mind of this teasing voyage he was so unmercifully taking
her body on.
Monica pressed hard with her tongue, pushing it against the
resistance of the young blonde girl's sphincter muscle. Little by
little she got her tongue in, opening her mouth to push as much of
her tongue as possible up into the girl's ass. She felt her
Master's fingers moving rapidly against her forehead, and she knew
that the blonde would not be able to last much longer. Summer's
pussy was drenched now, and the juices bubbled and gurgled in
Monica's nostrils as she breathed the sweet aroma of the girl's sex
and tasted the acrid nastiness of her asshole.
Summer felt it coming like a train. Her body locked, every
muscle clenching, her back stiff, the muscles in her legs
quivering. She felt Master Wade grab her head more tightly and fuck
at her mouth more rapidly, his cockhead striking the back of her
throat and pushing down into it as he fucked her deeply. The first
wave of her orgasm hit her hard, in the pit of her stomach, and
then it came wave-like, rushing from all parts of her to her pussy,
exploding in her clitoris and her nipples, in the small of her
back, along the length of her calves.
Suddenly she was aware that he was coming in her mouth and she
swallowed quickly, almost gagging, her own orgasm still exploding
in her, the tongue still screwing her ass, the fingers still
rubbing her clitoris raw, the nose still poking into her young
cunt.
After what seemed like an eternity, during which time Master
Wade had pulled himself out of her mouth and wiped the last drops
of cum in her blonde hair, Summer's orgasm wound itself down, until
she was filled with a warm glow and laying limp on the couch.
Master Wade and Monica sat on either side of her, holding her,
taking turns kissing her softly and lovingly, and caressing her
soft nakedness, allowing her to catch her breath.
"Master, may I please eat her some more before she goes
home?", Monica asked, softly, her head laying on Summer's shoulder.
"I think it's my turn," Summer said, taking Monica's hand in
hers. "I want to taste you too, you know."
"I think that Summer may want to call her friends and let them
know that she'll not be coming home for the night, Monica.
Wouldn't you like to just spend the night with us, Summer?", he
asked.
"Yes. I still want you to fuck me," she said, kissing Master
Wade tenderly on the cheek. "I want you to fuck me, and I want
Monica to watch. And I want you to take some photographs of me.
And tie me up. And spank me. Do you have a dog?"
The End
P.S. For those of you who always want to know if the things in my
stories really happened or not....
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