Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:35 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 234 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.234 By Master Wade The Training of Melissa Chapter Five "Come here my little ass-fucking slut," Master Don called. Melissa smiled and walked into the den. It was "shorts night", and she was dressed in the cheerleading outfit, a soft cotton sweater-type top with a big W on the front, a short white pleated wool skirt which just barely covered her ass, bobby socks and tennis shoes. "I dearly love being sodomized, Master," she said, pirouetting slowly in front of him. "As indeed you should, my delicious little fuck piece. Asshole." Melissa responded to the secondary command, turning her back to her Master and bending deeply. She reached behind her with both hands, tossing the hem of the little skirt back to her waist, and revealing her naked white ass which she spread widely with both hands, allowing Don a complete view of her anus. There would be no initial examination of the girl's anus this time, for it was far too fully packed with butt plug for that. Don had begun Melissa's ass training only three weeks ago, and he was pleased with the results. While Melissa had not been an anal virgin when they began dating, having allowed her high school boyfriends to fuck her in the ass so that she wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant, she had never really been analy responsive, and while she could accept it, it wasn't something she really enjoyed, in spite of her expressed love of being sodomized. Don was determined to change that, and the butt plug which now stretched her sphincter was only one of a series of plastic plugs which he had, over the last several weeks, regularly inserted in her young bottom. He loved the look of it there, the flat base so snug against her ass, the size of it reminding him that she did, indeed, have a sizable tapered plug inside her rectum. He pushed at the base with his finger, smiling as it entered a little bit more deeply, screwing her a little. "I wish you had come to me as a virgin, my little tramp, instead of letting all those other boys fuck your little asshole. I wish that I could have screwed you in the ass for your first time and that I could have made you cry." "I did cry the first time, Master," she said, the back of her thighs prickling with goosebumps as his nasty words hit home. "It hurt, but it felt good at the same time...sort of. I wish you were the only one too, but I can't help that now." "They fucked your little teenage ass and shot cum into it, didn't they, Melissa?", he asked, hotly, pushing again on the butt plug. "Yes, Master. And sometimes I had on this outfit too, and they pushed the skirt up in back and pulled down my panties and did it to me." "And you didn't come? They fucked your tight little ass and you didn't come?" "Not because of the dick in my ass, Master. But sometimes I rubbed my clitty while they did it and then I came." Melissa blushed at the truth, but she knew that Don couldn't see her face. "So you masturbated while you let them fuck your sweet little cheerleader ass, is that what you did, Melissa?" "I didn't really masturba...well...yes, Master, I guess I did. But they were going to come. I knew that...they always did. It only seemed fair." "Yes, I know. So you just stuck your little fanny in the air and let the boys fuck you in the ass and jerked off while they did it. How many boys did you let fuck you in the ass, Melissa?" Don pushed the butt plug more regularly now, letting it fuck in and out of her tight little bottom. "Only four, I think, Master. But not all of them did it more than once. Just one boy, I think, did me many times in the ass." "I see. And they didn't all fuck you on one night, or anything like that, right? I mean it wasn't like you just stuck your little ass up and let guys fuck it until they ran out of steam, is it, Melissa?" "Oh no, Master! Goodness no. I was a good girl...I mean I AM a good girl. It wasn't like that. They were all special to me at the time, and they didn't get to do it that easy. That was over several years." Melissa stumbled slightly, knocked off balance a bit by the pushing Don was doing at the plug. "And so it was just this one boy who fucked you in the ass whenever he wanted, right? Or was it two of them?" "Johnny fucked me in the ass more than anyone." Melissa felt a slight tremor run through her when she thought of the young Johnny. She'd been crazy about him, and while she wouldn't bring it up on her own, she had absolutely LOVED sucking his cock. "And other than Johnny it was mainly a guy named Charlie. He did me maybe three times, I'm not sure. The others just did me once." "I think you should rub your little clit while you tell me about Johnny's cock, Melissa," Don said, pausing to kiss the back of her thighs. "Oh, I don't want to talk about Johnny's cock, Master," she said, haltingly. "Your cock is the one I love. Johnny was years ago. A real long time ago." "Rub your clit, Melissa. Isn't that what I asked you to do?" "Yes, Master," Melissa replied, sighing. She was much wetter than she realized she was, and her finger quickly was coated with fuck as she moved it from her slit to her clit. "I know you must have sucked Johnny's cock too, you little tramp. Was it a big one? Could you get it all in your hungry little cock-sucking mouth?" "Yes, Master. I mean, no, Master. I mean, yes, Master, I did do that, but no, Master, it wouldn't all go in. Master...do we have to do this? You're making me very hot, but I don't have to talk about Johnny." "No, you don't have to, Melissa. Only if you want to do what your Master asks you to do. And, of course, I can't force you to talk about it. But I can force you to stay bent over like this, and to continue rubbing your clit. I can't make you think about his cock while you rub your clit either, even though I think you remember it very well, and that you can probably picture it clearly in your mind. I want you to think about Johnny's cock and the head of it and how you used to lick around the head with your tongue and how hot it made him, but you don't have to, of course. Just rub your little clitty and think about whatever you like, unless of course you want to do as I ask of you." Melissa felt her thighs quiver slightly, and she swallowed hard. She could, in fact, remember Johnny's cock perfectly. She certainly should, considering all the times she had sucked him off and jerked him off and let his cum splash on her tits and face and pile up on her tongue. She rubbed her clit a little faster, feeling her knees grow weak. "Well...Master...it wasn't all that big...not as big as yours, of course. But yes, I did lick it, and the head was smooth and big." "Good girl, Melissa. Rub harder, and tell me more. I like hearing you tell me. You're a good slave girl." Melissa moaned softly and rubbed her hard little nub harder, as commanded. "It was big and smooth and I licked at the hole in the end and some of the cum came out, but only a little bit. It was always salty, but I never thought it was yucky like some girls. The head was big, but once he got it inside my ass it wasn't so bad. It was getting it in that hurt, and always made me cry a little. I always licked it to get it wet before I let him put it in my ass. That helped some." Melissa felt herself squirm, pushing back at the butt plug, wiggling her ass in small circles. "Yes. But lots of times you licked Johnny's dick because you wanted to, didn't you, Melissa? Because you loved the taste and feel of his cock and you loved knowing that you could make him squirt, and because you wanted him to squirt all his hot white cum in those big heavy squirts into your mouth, so that you could swallow it. Isn't that right?" Melissa's hips were bucking now as she rubbed her clit feverishly. She hadn't meant to let herself get so excited by all of this, but it was pass the point of no return now. There was no point in hiding her arousal. "Ohhhh...Master! I know you're going to punish me after this is over, but yes! I did love sucking his cock. I loved the taste and the smell and I loved how hot it got him and how quickly I could make it jerk and how much of the cum he would shoot." "And you swallowed it all, didn't you?" "Yesss, Master! I swallowed Johnny's cum and licked my lips and he never had to ask but once to get me to suck it, and I even sucked him off once several years later after he was married just so that I could eat his cum, and we were in his car and his wife was in a store and could have come out and caught us at any....Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Her orgasm hit her suddenly, without warning, and Melissa fucked her hips wildly, pushing at the butt plug, shaking her fingers back and forth across her clit, unabashedly aflame with arousal. Her ass rose and fell as she bent her legs, lustily milking her orgasm for all it was worth, memories of her old boyfriend's cock and cum igniting her to an extent that they never had before. Straightening without permission, Melissa turned and sat heavily beside Don, laying her head on his shoulder and putting her arms around him. She sobbed quietly, her tears flowing onto his shirt, a mixture of emotions which she wasn't sure she understood flowing through her. Don put his arms around his young slave, and kissed her hair. "It's alright, precious. It's alright. You did good, and I'm proud of you." "I only did it because you asked me to, Master. I'm sorry. Really, I am." "I'm glad you did it, Melissa. I wanted you to do it. And I'm glad you came. I wanted you to do that too. You're precious, and wonderful, and you did nothing wrong, nothing at all." "Master?", she said, questioningly, wiping her tears on his shirt. "Yes, Melissa?" "I think maybe if you count all the times that Johnny did it and all the times the others did that it might add up to twenty times. I want you to hurry up and catch them, and when you have done it twenty times I want you to keep on doing it. And I want you to do it a lot. Whenever you want to. Any time you want to. And I will never say no or that I don't feel like it or that I want something else. And you don't ever have to make me cum or let me touch my clit just because you want my asshole. Will you do that, Master? Please?" Don lay back on the couch, pulling Melissa with him and reaching behind him to turn off the lamp. "If it will make you happy, Melissa," he said, smiling and holding her close. Continued in MRWADE.235... The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The Mansion, the adult area of Wade's World BBS, (703) 694-5460, Ansi terminal emulation, 8,N,1, 1200-9600 baud.