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   MRWADE.246 By Master Wade

   Letters to Monica

   Seven

   Dearest Monica,

   The Negro girl arrived day before yesterday.  She is sleeping

   now, nude and in the floor at my feet.  There is just a trace of

   cum showing now on her inner thigh from one of the fuckings.  I am

   very pleased.

   Your method of announcing her arrival was delightful.  The

   telegram came (and who sends telegrams anymore?  It was a

   delightful touch) at a time when I must confess to a bit of

   melancholy.  I had been watching you with the waiter again.  Somehow

   I am compelled to watch that part of the tape over and over, and

   while I never fail to orgasm, it does leave me somewhat shaken to

   see the reality of it all.  "Shonetta arriving by plane 10:45am

   Tuesday.  Enjoy." What good news!  And there was little doubt what

   the telegram referred to.  Shonetta.  What an interesting name, and

   certainly not that of an Irish Catholic, would you say?

   I picked her out immediately, of course, even though there

   were others of her race on board.  What a beauty!  She wore (in

   case you are not aware of her attire, which seems unlikely since it

   was so well chosen) a yellow dress and bore a small yellow bow in

   her hair at back.  Only black women can look so good in yellow.  I

   was immediately taken with her.  I did find her height to be a bit

   of a surprise, although it certainly is often the case that women

   of her height have the better legs.  Still, she was only a little

   bit taller than I, and the high heels were responsible for that.  I

   straightened up a bit and there was very little difference,

   actually.

   Shonetta seemed pleased when I introduced myself to her, and

   we fell quickly into comfortable conversation.  I had not expected

   that the girl you would find would be quite as intelligent, but

   that is a discredit to myself, I fear.  Her flight appeared to be

   rather uneventful, with the exception of a pass being made at her

   by one of the stewardesses, which she says is not uncommon for her

   to experience.  She did get the woman's name and phone number,

   which pleased me.

   The ride home in the car was very pleasant.  Shonetta was not

   wearing stockings on this occasion, which was acceptable since the

   yellow dress was too short for stockings and she hardly needed

   pantyhose.  Her legs are indeed wonderful, my Monica, and you are

   to be commended.  I chose not to raise her skirt on this ride, but

   to watch and see how much of herself she would reveal to me on her

   own.  It is obvious that she is quite the exhibitionist, and while

   she was not blatant in her exposure, she did afford me a compelling

   view of her upper thighs, nearly to the top of her legs, but not

   quite.  It was as if one careless movement would show panties, but

   somehow she was always in control and kept that view from me.

   The dress was not cut so as to expose her breasts, but it was

   obvious that they were exactly as I had requested of you, conical

   in shape and bordering on large.  I longed to see them naked and

   also to see her ass, which I had only fleeting glimpses of prior to

   our arrival at my home.  I had seen quite enough to know that it is

   of the African type and was, therefore, excited by the

   possibilities.

   "Do you know that I am being paid for this?", she asked, once

   we were inside the house.  (And yes, I did get just a glimpse of

   panties as she exited the car, and they were yellow also)

   "It was an option which I allowed Monica," I said in response,

   setting her bags down in the foyer.  "How much are you being paid?"

   "Quite a bit, actually," she replied, smiling.  "And after

   meeting you, I can say it is more than is necessary."

   "After meeting YOU I doubt that it is more than I would be

   willing to pay, but I appreciate your sentiments."

   "You're too kind.  I'm not a whore, by the way.  I've never

   done anything like this before."

   "If all goes well you will do many things you've never done

   before," I replied, taking her arm and leading her into the living

   room.

   "I would like to see what we're getting for our money," I said

   to her, sitting in my favorite chair and leaving her standing in

   front of me.

   The girl smiled and removed the bow from her hair, allowing it

   to fall sexily around her shoulders.  It is beautiful hair, quite

   Anglo-Saxon except for it's color, which as you know is a lovely

   dark brown with tints of auburn.  She then reached behind her and

   unzipped the dress from the back, her movements making her breasts

   press deliciously against the material of the dress.

   "You move like a model," I said, watching her.  "Is that what

   you are?"

   "Actually, I'm a nurse," she said, beginning to move the dress

   off her shoulders.  "I did a little modeling once, and that is

   where Monica got my name.  But they said I was too busty and that

   my hips were too big." She lowered the dress sexily, exposing her

   breasts slowly.  Teasing me.

   I must say, Monica, that I had not expected nipples like

   these.  The photos that I have seen of black women generally seem

   to show them with rather large aureola.  Shonetta's, however, are

   rather small.  Perhaps it is because they flow so gently into her

   nipples, or perhaps there is some white blood in her somewhere, but

   the effect is delightful.  At first, the nipples themselves seemed

   to be smaller than my preference, but as the cool air hit them they

   grew longer, until they were easily three quarters of an inch long.

   Nursing nipples.  How appropriate.  I will want to see the Eloise

   one suck on these.

   Ever so slowly the girl continued removing the dress until she

   was standing there only in the yellow panties and her high heels.

   I motioned for her to turn slowly and was more than pleased by what

   I saw.  Her stomach is flat as a board, and her ass truly the

   epitome of what I had hoped it to be.  Those wonderfully round

   globes have an almost obscene inward tilt to themselves, and rather

   than the cheeks sagging in the lower corners, they lift upward,

   almost as if they possess some natural opposition to gravity

   itself.

   I immediately required her to remove the panties while her

   back was to me.  I heard her chuckle softly as I demanded it,

   obviously aware of her own physical strengths.  What struck me most

   powerfully, as she slid the panties down over her asscheeks and

   down her thighs, is the depth of the cleft formed by those

   wonderful globes.  It is almost cartoon-like the way her ass

   seethes with overstatement in almost every regard; as if someone

   surely must have drawn it, it being impossible for nature to form

   something so perfect.

   I stopped her from turning around, wanting to look at the ass

   a little longer.  She watched me over her shoulder, her hands on

   her hips.

   "Do you fuck in the ass?", I asked her, my voice a bit heavy

   with desire.

   "Mmmmmm...", she sighed, "I love to do it.  I think sometimes

   it's my favorite way." She shifted her weight from one leg to the

   other and the cleft opened and closed again, winking at me.  She

   was bent slightly at the waist, and it was possible to see her

   pubic hair and just a trace of her labia between her legs.

   "Bend over and spread your cheeks for me," I said, and my

   breath grew labored as I watched her comply.  She stepped apart

   slightly, her red nailed fingertips pulling back the globes of her

   brown ass, widening the deep gulf of the cleft until her anus was

   fully revealed to me and the rear portion of her Negro girl cunt.

   She looked back at me from between her legs as she exposed herself

   to me, her long hair hanging down toward the floor.  I could see

   her pendulous breasts hanging obscenely downward, the nipples

   highlighted against the beige carpeting of the floor.

   I took her then, pushing myself into her and helping her

   stagger to the coffee table where she braced herself with her

   hands.  Right up her ass with no lubrication.  A quick push and I

   was in it and fucking.  That simple.  In the middle of the fucking

   I fondled the tits and fingered the pussy, but it was the ass that

   drove me to orgasm, and quickly.

   Since then I have used all her holes repeatedly and regularly

   with great pleasure.  She seems to find my techniques pleasing, and

   is always eager to submit to my usage of her.  I have not, as yet,

   experimented much with her, content to simply toy with her and fuck

   her various openings.  I do mean to dress her and photograph her

   some and to perhaps see how she responds to a spanking.  Was there

   ever an ass which so begged to be spanked?  Perhaps Patti's, and

   yours, but no more so than this one of the Negro girl.  I have

   heard only a little whimpering thus far, this sample being brought

   about by pinching her nipples roughly, but I can say that it will

   be a pleasant sound to hear from her.  She is a very calmly

   dispositioned woman, not inclined to seek anything other than my

   pleasure.  I know she has hungers of her own and I look forward to

   discovering more fully what they may be.

   I do wonder if you have had sex with her yet.  If so she has

   not mentioned it to me.  Seeing her lay here nude in the floor it

   is unthinkable to me that you would not have desire for her, and of
course

   it was one of the stipulations I tried to stress.  I will ask her

   when she awakes if she has made it with you, and perhaps I will

   even show her a tape of you with Patti.  I may even show her a tape

   of your waiter friend.  She may not know that white men CAN jump.

   She is stirring, so I will end this note to you.  You have

   done especially well, my beautiful white slave girl!  In fact, I

   think as soon as the Negro girl awakens I will allow her to suck me

   while I call your waiter friend and suggest that he take you to

   dinner tomorrow night.  You have earned it.

   Your very own,

   Master Wade