Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:40 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 280 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.280 By Master Wade Mitzi: Party Girl Supreme Chapter One Dear Master Wade, My name is Mitzi, and I am a twenty-eight year old housewife. I'm writing to tell you how much I enjoy your stories, and to tell you about myself. I suppose my story is a bit unusual, but sometimes I wonder if there are not other women with similar stories who never share them with anyone. Anyway, since you write such juicy stories, I thought you might like mine. A little over two years ago I completed eighteen months of therapy for what my family said was my addiction to sex. They encouraged me to have counseling because they said my sexual appetite and interests were abnormal. I agreed to the counseling because they were so concerned for me, and I took it seriously and was pronounced "normal" by the therapist at the end of the sessions. I'm happy to say that I got over that and am abnormal again. I finally decided that we were all made differently and that "normal" is not all it's cracked up to be sometimes. I do try to be a bit more aware of other people's feelings and prejudices than I was before, but I am determined to enjoy sex as much as possible and in the ways that it excites me most. My mother and my husband were the two people who pushed the therapy the most. I love them both, but I now realize that they had their own reasons for wanting to change me. My husband, who is a handsome man and a very good lover, feels inadequate because he is not the center of my universe where my sexual satisfaction is concerned. There is NO man who could be that, and I've tried to tell him in ways that would reassure him, but nothing seems to help. I thought that the therapy might change me and make our marriage better, but now I am convinced that it is his insecurities which need help, not my sexual appetite. My mother's concern is rooted in the fact that I was "abused" by my uncle at an early age. I used quotation marks around the word abused because there has never been a moment in my own life when I felt badly about what my uncle used to do to me. I suppose it may have played a role in my being who I am, but since I like myself I have no problem with that at all. From the moment that my mother found out about Uncle Joe and I she has been afraid that something terrible would happen to me because of what he did. She wanted me to have the therapy to cure me of the illness that he brought to me. Of course she really wanted to do something to get rid of the guilt she feels about her brother having sex with her young daughter. Uncle Joe, who was killed in an automobile accident seven years ago this coming September, was a wonderful guy. He was my favorite relative even before he introduced me to sex, and I always loved being with him. My mother caught us in bed together when I was seventeen, but by then we had been having sex together for almost four years. It caused quite a rift in the family, and Uncle Joe even moved away not long after that. I only saw him a time or two after he moved, but he wrote to me regularly while I was in college. I miss him a great deal, and will always love him. I'm sure that my relationship with Uncle Joe is one of the reasons that I like older men so much. My husband is only three years older than I am, and I must admit that, generally, I prefer men who are in their forties and fifties now. Just writing that down excites me, but don't ask me why. If Uncle Joe had lived he would be forty-five now. He was thirty when he started playing with me. I was thirteen. For Uncle Joe and I sex was like a game. It was something we did to have fun with each other, and I had as much fun as he did, always. He encouraged me to tease him, and I did it unmercifully, using every trick in the book at every opportunity. I learned quickly that giving him a beaver shot would drive him crazy, so I was always opening my legs for him, even if it was just for a second or two in our den, with my parents in the same room. My breasts were fully developed by that time. They're not real big breasts (34C), but I guess they looked even bigger on me when I was thirteen. Uncle Joe really loved them, and I'd go without a bra whenever I could so that he could see my nipples push against my tops. It was also easier and safer that way because I could pull my top back down after flashing him or letting him have a feel or suck and there was less likelihood of us being caught. Uncle Joe never made me do anything. He would do what he wanted with me, which was okay by me, and if he wanted something from me he would ask for it. If anything, I was the more aggressive one. I asked him to teach me how to suck his cock, and I was also the one who first suggested we have intercourse. And I was forever putting his hand between my legs so that he could finger fuck me. Well, I didn't mean for this whole letter to be about me and Uncle Joe, but I did want you to know about the counseling and what brought it on. And I think maybe my relationship with him did have an impact on why I like the things I like. Anyway, after Uncle Joe and I had to break it off I dated a lot of guys. I wasn't promiscuous, but I did get in trouble with my parents for staying out too late quite often. I guess they were right to be concerned. If I was out past midnight it was because someone was fucking me, which was just what they were afraid of. Uncle Joe had started me on birth control pills, and I never got pregnant or anything. Since then I've discovered that I can't have children, so I don't suppose I would have gotten pregnant anyway. But I don't think I was that much more sexually active than some of the other girls my age. I didn't say no very often, but I didn't want to say no very often. It was actually after I graduated from college and began working full time that I started having some pretty hot sex. I was working as a legal secretary at the time and still living at home with my folks when I started dating a man who was into Street Rods (old antique cars with modern engines that people drive on the road instead of pulling on a trailer to car shows). The man's name is Dan and he had the most beautiful 32 Ford Roadster I have ever seen. It was black with a red leather interior and every piece of metal that wasn't painted was chrome plated. The car even had flames painted on it in bright yellow and orange and red. It was really hot looking, and when Dan came by the office everyone inside had to go out to see his car. He offered to take me for a ride in it after I got off work and from the moment he roared away from the curb I was hooked. My therapist says that the roadster was a throwback to the convertible that Uncle Joe drove and that Dan was a replacement for him. I suppose there may be some truth to that, since I did love Uncle Joe's Olds convertible and since Dan and Uncle Joe were about the same age. Anyway, I liked Dan a lot and loved riding in his rod. Dan and I had been dating for a month or so when he invited me to go with him to what they called a Rod Run. It was a car show which lasted over a weekend and which people drove to from hundreds of miles away. It was pretty much a family affair and very well coordinated with lots to do for everyone and an astounding variety of hot cars, many of which were just as nice as Dan's. The cars were judged and there were trophies to be won. Dan's car won something, but I don't remember now what it was. Anyway, it turned out that the host car club which was putting on this event had some "non-family" events which were not publicized, but whispered about among those in attendance. There was a bikini contest and a wet t-shirt contest, but as much fun as they were they were mainly fronts for some more adult events held more privately. I don't think that Dan knew about these events before we got there, although he could have. He did tell me, when he asked me to go with him, that there were always a lot of good looking girls at the shows and that he would be especially proud for people to see him with me on his arm. He said it was a great opportunity to show me off, since we would be far away from anyone who knew us in our "real lives", and he said he wanted me to bring all the "Daisy Duke" shorts that I had and anything else that would show my body off. That was right down my alley and I even did some shopping for especially revealing things before we left. I worked on my tan too, and by the time we arrived I was ready. Dan was right about there being a lot of good looking girls there. There were some real knock-outs...the kinds of girls you see in magazines or on TV. And there were plenty of them who didn't mind showing what they had, either. It made it pretty easy for me to feel comfortable walking around the car show in my short shorts and skimpy halter tops, and I loved feeling the eyes of all those people on me. I could almost feel their eyes caressing my tan legs and full breasts, and I couldn't count the men who turned their heads to watch me walk by so that they could see my ass. It made me really hot. Dan was real cool about it. Right after we first arrived, when we were getting settled in the hotel room and getting ready to go out to see the cars, he told me how excited he was about my being there with him. "Put on the sexiest clothes you have, Mitzi," he said. "I'm going to parade you around and let all the men have a good look at that beautiful body of yours. Every one of them is going to want to fuck you, and it's alright with me that they want to. After I've let them all get their eyes full I'm going to bring you back up to the room and shoot the biggest load of cum into you that you've ever had in your life." Dan's saying that was all it took to make me incredibly hot, and I walked out into the parking lot full of cars feeling as if I was only there to show off my body and fuck. I loved the feeling, and it was one of the most exciting moments I've ever known. Dan was right about my being a hit with the men there. He could have said that there would be quite a few women staring as well, but maybe he didn't realize it would be that way. Anyway, we walked around for a hour or so, looking at the cars and letting the men look at me, until finally Dave took my arm and guided me toward the hotel. I don't know if the load he shot into me was the biggest one I've ever had or not, but I do know that I've never wanted to be fucked any more than I wanted it at that moment. It was wonderful. The next day, while we were looking at cars and showing a bit more skin, a man approached Dan and asked him if he could speak with him privately for a moment. Dan excused himself and left me alone for a few minutes. He hadn't been gone long before a man walked up and started telling me how much he loved my outfit. The guy was quite nice, and if I had been alone I probably would have wound up fucking him. But Dan made it back, and while I did see the man watching me a few times after that, I never got to speak to him again. "What did he want?", I asked Dan, as we walked down one of the aisles. "He wanted to tell me what an incredibly beautiful woman I was with," Dan said, smiling. "Yeah, sure," I replied. "Honest. And he wanted to tell me about a bikini contest and a wet t-shirt contest they're having tonight. He thinks you should enter both of them." "Mmmmm...what do you think about that?", I asked, hoping he liked the idea as much as I did. "Sounds great to me. I think you'll win them both," he said. "I don't know about that. There are some really beautiful women here. But it might be fun to do it, anyway. Are you sure it's okay with you?" "Heck yeah," Dan said. "I told you I loved showing you off. I think it will be a hoot." The bikini contest and wet t-shirt contest were held in another hotel about five miles from the car show. Evidently the guys from the host club picked out women that they thought should be in the contests and invited them quietly and individually. There were only about forty people in the audience, which was not very many considering the number of people at the car show, but that was fine with me. I finished third in the bikini contest, out of twenty entrants, and sixth in the wet t-shirt contest. Dan was a little disappointed in that and said he thought the judges were crazy, but there were some really big breasted girls there, so I didn't feel badly at all. It was great fun, and I got to flash my tits at lots of horny guys, so it would have been worth the effort even if I hadn't finished well in either of them. They asked the top ten in each contest to stay afterwards for some photographs, and ushered us into another conference room. After they had taken a few shots of us, one of the club members stood at the front of the room and spoke to us. "We have some more competitions that some of you may be interested in entering," he said. "Let me say right up front that these events are highly sexual in nature and very private, and that we will require you to sign a release before you enter them. If you have no interest in hearing about them, please go ahead and leave and thank you for your participation." There were one or two girls who left at that point, but most stayed to hear what it was all about. I guess girls who show their tits aren't too easily scared away. I certainly wasn't about to leave. "Okay. Let me give you one more chance to leave. We don't want to offend anyone, nor do we want trouble with anyone over these events, so if you're easily offended or if you're going to spread word of this around to everyone else, then please leave." He waited a moment or two but no one left. "We began this part of the competition last year after having an impromptu get together after the bikini contest the year before. It was a blast last year and everyone seemed to enjoy it, so we're trying it again this year. "We have four events which you may enter. You must enter at least two of them, and only entrants and their male companions may witness the events. The first event is a Miss Nude contest, and the men here will judge the entrants to determine who wins. That event should be pretty self-explanatory...you strip and let everyone see you nude. Oh...there will be first, second and third place winners in the Miss Nude contest. "The second event is a finger-fucking contest." The man paused for a moment and watched the reaction of the group. There were a few chuckles and more than a couple of hoots, but no one seemed offended. "In the finger-fucking contest, you will all sit nude in chairs on the stage and masturbate for us. If you need it, your companion may stand behind you and whisper in your ear, but usually the men like to be out front where they can watch. Judging is done on a point basis. The first girl to come gets ten points, the second, nine, and so forth. The girl who comes the hardest gets ten points, the others nothing. Any girl who comes while she has her finger in her ass gets ten bonus points. And there will be another ten bonus points given to the girl who the judges deem to be the prettiest while masturbating. "They should give bonus points if you put three fingers in it..." I whispered to Dan. "Shhhhh," he hushed me, "Let's listen to the rest of it." "Our third event is a big pussy contest." A few of the men laughed at this one. He continued. "We only have enough dildos for three women to use at a time, so we'll have to do this one in groups of three. Each contestant will be given six dildos, ranging in size from average to huge. Some of you will want to work your way up, starting with average. Others of you may want to start a little higher up. Whichever way you need to do it, the girl who brings herself to orgasm with the biggest dildo inside wins." "Suppose there are more than one who take the biggest dildo?", one of the women up front asked. "You haven't seen the dildos yet. We haven't ever had anyone take the largest dildo. But in the event of a tie at any level we will break the tie by allowing the men to vote by secret ballot for the girl that they think looks the sexiest with the dildo in her pussy. Each man will walk by and take a close look at the dildo while it's inserted and mark his ballot." That really made me hot, Master Wade. I was hoping that I'd tie with someone, just so I could let them all look at me with a dildo stuck in it. Anyway, he went on to tell about the fourth contest. "Our fourth event is a cock-sucking contest." Dan elbowed me at this point. I think he liked the sound of this one. "We have printed score cards for this event which each man here will receive. There is a line on each score card for each contestant who enters. The entrants will form a line on the stage, and the men will line up as well. The girls will suck the cock of each man for just a moment or two. Then we'll blow a whistle and the men will move to the next entrant who will suck his cock, and so forth until all the men have tried out all the women's mouths. Now, men, don't forget to mark your score card before you move on to the next woman. We want this to be as fair as possible." "What happens if you shoot your load before you get through the line?", one of the guys asked. "If that happens, you still need to let the other girls suck you, otherwise you won't be able to score them. It's better if you try not to come, but we know that may happen. Just make the best of it. Now, after the girls have given each guy a little suck we will add up the score sheets. The girls with the top five scores will then compete against each other for the top prize by seeing which one of them can suck to orgasm the most men." "What are the prizes for these events, other than the joy of winning?", one of the girls asked. "Oh, I'm glad you asked that," the man said. He'd obviously forgotten to tell us that part. "Miss Nude gets a hundred bucks. The finger-fucking winner gets two hundred. The big pussy winner gets two hundred. And the cock-sucking winner gets five hundred." Some of the girls whistled at the five-hundred. I think it changed a few minds about whether to enter or not. "And anyone who doesn't finish first in any event?", a cute little blonde asked, "They don't win anything?" "We have some t-shirts printed up for all the entrants in the Miss Nude and cock-sucking contests. The Miss Nude t-shirt has printed on it, `I strip for guys with hot rods', and the cocksucking t-shirt has printed on it, `I'm in heaven when I have my ass in a rod and a rod in my mouth'. And anyone who likes may stay after the competition and party. Sometimes that's the best part." No one had any more questions after that, and after signing the releases he had mentioned earlier, we began lining up for the Miss Nude contest. But I'd better tell you the rest of my story in another letter. My husband wants me to suck him off before he goes to bed, and you know I don't want to miss that. Kisses, Mitzi Continued in MRWADE.281..... 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.