Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:34 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 226 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.226 By Master Wade Morning Glory Copyright Wade Mondegam Wade looked up from the morning paper as his wife, Maria, walked into the kitchen. He gave a low whistle of appreciation. "Whoa! If you aren't the most beautiful woman in six states, I don't know who is," he said, letting his eyes run up and down her body. Maria was dressed in a straight red skirt that ended just above her off-white-stocking-covered knees. Her blouse was also off-white in color and fit her perfectly, draping sensuously across her C-cup breasts and tucking in tightly at her small waist. Her long dark hair, which nearly reached her waist when worn down, as it was now, was the perfect contrast to the offwhite blouse, and begged to be handled. Her legs, which were always wonderful in any setting, were made even more lovely by the affect of the red high-heels that he so loved to see her wear and the little gold ankle-bracelet that was always present, and always perfect. She was breath-taking, even more so than usual. "Why, thank you, Master," she said, turning to face him, with one hand on her hip. There was no hint of humor involved with her use of the word Master; only sincerity and depth of feeling. "What are you wearing underneath?", he asked, turning slightly to look at her. "A bra, and panties, Master," she replied. Without waiting for further instructions, the Cuban girl unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, allowing her husband/Master to examine the off-white bra which held the precious cargo of her breasts. When she had allowed him a good look, she released the blouse and moved her hands to her hips, gathering the red skirt as she raised it to her waist, so that he could see her also-off-white panties. Wade allowed his hungry gaze to rest on the area between the top of his wife's stockings and the gathered material of her red skirt at her waist. He loved her legs, most especially her thighs, and they were never more beautiful than at this moment, tan and ripe above the stockings, rising to meet panties which hugged the girl's pubic mound closely, threatening to expose more than it concealed. "Do you have any plans for tonight?", he asked, keeping his gaze fixed on her thighs, knowing she would keep the skirt raised as long as he continued looking at her. "No," she replied. "Nothing other than pleasing my Master in whatever way he chooses." "Can you make arrangements for us to be alone at home?", he asked, not moving his eyes. Maria's son lived with them, and Wade adored him, but they often found it convenient for him to play with one of his friends, at times like these. "Yes, if you wish," she said, a small smile playing at her lips. "Good. I'll be inviting some friends over for pizza. I'll call and have it delivered around 7:00." "That sounds like fun, Master," she replied, with sincerity. "Anyone I know?" "No, I don't think so. It's a couple that once lived here and moved away several years ago. But you'll like them, I think, and I KNOW they will like you." "Do they have children, Master? Perhaps Manuel would also like to enjoy the pizza." "Their children aren't along this time, precious piece. And this evening is not about pizza." "Yes, Master. I think I understand now." "Yes, you do. And I will want you dressed exactly as you are now...except with your blouse buttoned and your skirt down." "Of course, Master. And I will leave a note for the girl to put clean sheets on all the beds, if you like." "Yes, do that. How is your supply of condoms?" "There are enough for tonight, Master. I checked yesterday." Wade smiled and reached forward to stroke her a little, letting his fingers lightly graze her panty covered vaginal lips. He watched as she closed her eyes and changed her stance slightly, opening her legs wider, allowing him easier access to her crotch. As he fondled her, his thoughts were of her checking the stash of condoms. He had never told her, but he knew the frequency with which she opened the antique hand painted jar and glanced inside it. A day never passed that she was not drawn to the jar at least once to examine it's contents, almost as if she were afraid someone might steal her treasure trove from her and leave her un-supplied. She had no fears of anything of that nature happening, he knew. It was only her constant desire and the knowledge that her Master would not let her fuck other men if she happened to be caught without condoms for them to wear that guided her to it. There were a few men that he allowed to put naked cock into his girl, but only a few, and the rule was, no matter who was visiting, that there had to be condoms on hand. "I've never fucked this man's wife," he said, pressing a bit more firmly against the already wet fabric of his wife's panties, "but I have wanted to for years. She is a beautiful girl and I can tell she wants me as much as I want her. He's always hinting to me about how much she loves to fuck, but I've never said anything to either of them about playing with them." "Will he let you fuck her tonight, Master?", Maria asked, her eyes still closed. She squatted just slightly, to open herself more for her Master as he continued rubbing her pussy. "I think he'll have to, Maria," Wade replied, smiling. "At least he will think he does, if he wants to fuck you." "And you think he will want to fuck your girl, Master?", she asked, moving her hips. "Oh yes...by the time he has seen you with your blouse open and your skirt around your waist he will be so hot to fuck you that he would let me rape his wife if I had to. But that won't be necessary, I'm sure." "No, Master, I'm sure it won't be. She will want your wonderful cock inside her. Just like your Cuban girl does now." "You want me to fuck her, don't you?", he asked, pulling the crotch of his wife's panties to the side with his right hand, as he slid two of his fingers into her wet hole. "Yes, I do, Master. Very much." It was simple truth, and truth not affected by her desire to be fucked herself, which he knew was also there and strongly felt by his wife. "I know, Baby. I wish that I didn't have to wear a condom for her, but you know I'll have to do that." "Yes, Master." She stopped and swallowed hard as her Master's fingers pumped her hole. She felt the thumb of his right hand begin working her clitoris as his fingers pressed firmly against her lower belly. "Can I pretend that you filled her with your cum and suck at her pussy anyway, Master?" "Yes, of course you may, precious girl," he answered. His Cuban whore was now working her hips hotly, her eyes still closed, her hands full of her breasts as she massaged them eagerly. "You'll fuck her very hard, won't you, Master? Won't you?" "Yes, you know I will." "And you'll make her grunt when you fuck into her?" "Yes." "I want you to love fucking her, Master." "I know, little piece. I will love it. It will be good pussy and you will see me getting it. You'll see her taking my cock, and you'll see and hear her come." "And I'll see and hear you come too, Master. Your cock in another girl's slutty cunt. She needs fucking, Master." "Oh yes, she needs it bad, baby." "She loves cock? I know she does. She LOVES cock! She wants my Master to fuck her! God...Master..make me come..I'm sooo close!! Please, Master? Please?" "I know what you want, little tramp. You want my friend's dick inside you. You want to spread your pretty Cuban legs and let him fuck you like the slut you are. You want cock inside...another man's cock...a man you have never met, fucking you, sticking dick in you, screwing my girl...fucking right in front of me, fucking another man while I watch, fucking and telling me how good it is, how much you love his cock, how much you love to fuck...." "Unnnnghhhhhhhyyeeeesssss!! Ohhh Yesssss, Maaaaster!!! Oh fuck! Ungggh! Ungggh! Ungggh! Yessssohhhhhhhunnnghhh!! God!! I do wannnnnnntttt...oh goddddddd!! Unngggghhhh...unnnnnghhhh...Unngggghhhh....unnnghhhuuhh...unnghuugg gh...unnghuggh....Ohyesssss...Againnnnn...I cannnnagainnnn don't stop Massssster!!! Fuccckkk!! Fucckkkk!!! Yessssss I ammmm..agaiannnnnnohgod...ungggghuh...ungghhhuh...unghhhuh...." Wade held his fingers tightly inside the hunching slavegirl's cunt as she worked her hips wildly, mauling her bra-covered breasts, her eyes closed, her hair flailing about. His thumb rubbed her clit continuously as she continued coming, one orgasm after another, a stream of them, each one as strong as the last, each one spilling into the next, the kitchen full of the lusty grunting fucking sounds of a beautiful Cuban girl with fingers stuck inside her hole. When she had spent herself on her Master's fingers, Maria knelt in the floor and unzipped her Master's pants. Reaching inside she took his hard and thick cock out of his pants and covered it hungrily with her mouth. A very short while later, her hair in disaray from her Master's grasping hands, cum dripping from her lower lip and hanging from the roof of her mouth, the beautiful Cuban girl rose to her feet, straightening her clothing. "Will you need to use your girl any more before she goes to work, Master?", she asked. She was nearly fifteen minutes late already, but she would stay there and fuck for him all day long if he wished it. "I don't think so, pretty girl," he said, smiling, and tucking his cock back into his pants. "Go clean up so the people you work with won't smell cum and cunt juice on you when you walk by." "Yes, Master," she said, smiling. "Master?", she queried. "Yes, cum eating girl?" "There isn't anyone coming tonight, is there?" "No, little fuck. But how did you know?" "Because today is my birthday, Master! And I know you like to give me YOUR cock on my birthday. Isn't that right, Master?" "Why yes, of course, precious piece." Maria smiled broadly and kissed her Master on his cheek before heading to the bathroom to clean herself up. When he heard the water running, Wade dialed the number. "Hey....how are you and the little missus these days? Great. Listen...I was wondering if the two of you wouldn't like to come down to help my new wife and I celebrate her birthday tonight. I thought I'd order in some pizza....." The End