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   MRWADE.288 By Master Wade

   Desert Heat

   Kouros and Barbara

   Chapter Seven

   My Cuban whore knelt in front of me, handing me the bag

   of clothespins and clips.  Laying it in the chair beside me, I

   played with her tits a bit, milking them out toward her

   nipples, pinching the little brown nubs and twisting them hard

   like radio knobs, making them stand out firm and stiff like

   whore nipples should.

   I took two brand new, unused, clothespins and quickly put

   one on each nipple, ignoring her groaning.

   "Stand up, little piece, and hold your cunt open for

   Master." I said, reaching back into the bag for more

   clothespins.  Maria stood up, close to me, her legs apart,

   and held her outer cunt lips open for me, so that her pink

   inner lips were exposed, and the hole where the cocks go.  She

   was wincing, and it was easy to tell the clothespins were very

   painful on her tender little Cuban nipples.  I thumped her

   clit with my finger, letting it smack the little cock-like

   wonder smartly.  Her hips jerked.

   "What are you, Maria?", I asked, preparing to place a

   clothespin on her pussy.

   "Just a little Cuban girl, Master," she said, watching me

   nervously.

   "Yes.  What else, Maria?"

   "A whore, Master," she said.

   "Yes, but not just a whore.  What kind of whore are you?"

   "Your whore, Master," she replied.  I attached the

   clothespin to one of the outer lips my girl held open for me.

   She groaned deeply, her lips tightening.

   "Yes, my whore.  But what else?  What kind of whore are

   you?"

   "I'm Cuban, Master.  A Cuban whore girl.  Your Cuban whore,

   Master." There are no whores like Cuban whores.  There are no

   girls like Cuban girls.  There is no one like my girl.

   "Yes, my Cuban whore.  You know I love you, don't you?"

   "Yes, Master, I do.  Master...my pussy hurts very much!"

   "Yes, I'm sure it does, little cunt.  Perhaps I should let

   you lay down while I do this.  But here, let me put one more on

   first.  Tell me what else you are."

   "I'm a slut, Master," my girl said, her fingers trembling

   as she continued to hold her pussy open for me.  I placed

   another clothespin on her, this one on the opposite labia from

   the first.  She whimpered and her knees buckled slightly.

   "Yes, a slut, Maria.  Now, lets get you on the bed." I

   turned to Barbara as I stood.  "Maria, we'll need you to get up

   for now.  Let me get this slut tied down to the bed."

   Barbara did as requested, and taking some nylon rope and

   the wrist and ankle cuffs from my "slut" bag, I bound the

   naked Cuban girl to the four corners of the bed, giving her

   just enough freedom of movement that she could writhe a little

   bit.

   "Maria," I said, looking over my shoulder at the Mexican

   girl, "is your pussy still wet?"

   "Si, Senor Wade, it is very wet."

   "Good.  Crawl up here on the bed, then, and wipe your

   cunt and ass on my girl's face while I put some more clips on

   her."

   Barbara complied, eagerly and knowingly, straddling Maria

   with her ass toward the headboard and lewdly rubbing her cunt

   and anus all over the pretty Cuban's mouth and nose and chin

   and forehead.  I saw Maria's tongue coming out, licking at

   the two holes when they passed her mouth.

   I took a small, U-shaped metal bar with four lingerie

   clips on it out of the slut bag and attached the four clips to

   my girl's two cunt lips.  I had made it to hold a cunt open,

   and it worked well.  The girl cried out, but her cries were

   muffled by ass and Mexican pussy.  There were now eight clips

   on my girl's body.  Two on her tits, six on her cunt.  Not

   enough.

   With Barbara still gladly hunching her crotch and bottom

   all over my girl's face, I took some small but stiff aligator

   type clips from the bag and began attaching them to the Cuban

   whore's inner cunt lips.

   "Press down harder on her mouth, Barbara," I said, when the

   Cuban girl started screaming.  No need in arousing the

   curiosity of someone outside the motel room.

   I put four clips on the tender pink insides of my girl's

   cunt lips, two to a side.  They made her body tremble and

   quiver, but Barbara kept her ass tight against her face, so that

   she didn't make too much noise.  I thumped her clit a couple

   of times, stuck a finger inside the hole and fucked her a bit,

   and then went back to putting clips on her, fastening three

   more on each side of her inner lips.

   The inside of the Cuban cunt was filling up now, and I

   noticed how lonely her little anus looked below it.  Taking the

   cock shaped butt plug from the slut bag, I shoved it into her

   ass, dry, making her scream out again, but only momentarily.

   She loved having something in her ass, even if there was some

   pain at first.  After she stopped twisting in her bonds, I put

   more clips on her pussy, lining them up and down the outside

   lips until they too were crowded and there was nowhere left to

   attach more of them.  Her whole cunt was a solid mass of clips

   and clothespins now.  It looked really bizarre.  I loved it.

   Realizing, suddenly, that I had forgotten her poor

   clitoris, I took a small C-clamp from the bag and turned the

   crank, closing the screw so that it tightened against her hard

   little center of pleasure.  This really seemed to light her

   up, and she grunted hotly into the wet cunt on her mouth and

   twisted and jerked miserably in her bonds.  Smiling, I

   tightened the clamp until there was just too much resistance

   to overcome without doing damage to her, and then sat back to

   watch her continue squirming.

   I was having a grand time.  That may bother you, but so be

   it.  Barbara, who probably knew exactly what my girl was feeling,

   also seemed to be enjoying herself, and watched my efforts

   with a gleem in her eye.

   I took the butt plug out of my girl's ass and handed it

   to the Mexican girl.

   "Here, lick this off for me, Barbara," I said, reaching in

   the bag for something else I'd just thought of using on my

   girl.  The Mexican slut put the cock shaped, ass-scented, butt

   plug in her mouth and sucked on it like it was a real dick,

   cleaning all the ass off of it with her tongue and lips.  She

   handed it back to me, wet, but clean.

   I opened a small tube of Mentholatum Heat-Rub and

   squirted out a glob of it almost two inches long along the

   side of the butt plug.  Smearing it all around the cock until

   it was well-coated, I then slid the butt plug back into my

   girl's ass.  Unable to see my actions, her view blocked by

   pussy and ass, I knew it would only be moments until my whore

   could feel the growing warmth in her ass and would know what I

   had done.  The warmth would grow until it was not so much heat

   as fire against her tender anus, and she would have yet

   another feeling to deal with.

   While I waited for that realization to come to her, I

   reached back into the slut bag and took out a long taper which

   I had warmed into an arc, so that the wick portion was bent

   back over the candle's base.  Holding the cunt lips apart with

   my fingers, so that the hole of her sex was exposed to me

   again, I inserted the base of the candle into my girl and

   fucked her a few times with it.  She was extremely wet, in the

   midst of all her pain, and the fucking was smooth and

   enjoyable.  It was a small candle, after all, much smaller than

   the things she is usually fucked with.  When I had fucked her

   as much as I wanted with the candle, I left it stuck inside

   her, turned so that the wick was standing straight up,

   directly over her clamped clitoris.  Then, I lit it.

   Continued in Chapter Eight.....