Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:42 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 291 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.291 By Master Wade Desert Heat Kouros and Barbara Chapter Ten After letting the dog piss all over her and giving me the mother of all blow jobs, my Cuban whore showered and came back to bed, falling asleep with her leg draped over Barbara's naked body and her hand holding onto my cock. When I awakened the following morning, Barbara was not in the room. She had left no note that I could find, and I was hoping we'd hear from her again when the door opened and it was her, returning. "Good morning, Senor Wade," she said, smiling. She was wearing a much too tight and short pair of cut-off jeans and they looked wonderful on her. The question was not whether to fuck her again, it was only whether to fuck her while my girl slept, or wait until she was awake to enjoy it. That being not much of a question, I waited. Actually, the two of us awakened Maria by sucking on her nipples, one of us on each tit. That's a sure way to make certain she wakes up in a good mood, and she eagerly sat in the chair and watched me fuck the Mexican girl before we went to breakfast. Barbara is really good stuff, and I fucked her hard and good. Maria loved it. In the restaurant, we chatted amiably about our plans for the remainder of our trip, telling Barbara all about our plans to drive through most of California before heading back toward the east coast. We both expressed a wish that Barbara could go with us, but she declined, with what I believe was genuine reluctance. While she was talking, I noticed a male patron kept staring at my girl. "Raise your skirt some, honey," I said to her. "There's a guy over there looking at you. "How high do you want it, Master?", she asked, her hand moving to her lap. I saw her glance to the left, into the mirror on the wall, searching for her admirer. "Don't show him any panties yet, but get close. For now." "Yes, Master," she said, smiling, her hand moving her hem up her pretty thighs, showing the man her legs. I glanced his way and saw his eyes lighting up. "You two are something else," Barbara said, grinning widely, and avoiding the temptation to look to see who the man was. "He likes that, baby. Open your legs a little wider." Maria smiled and shifted in her seat, slightly. My cock was growing really hard, and it wasn't alone. I saw the man move his hand to his lap. "I love this girl so much, Barbara. Isn't she something?" "Yes, Senor, she is an adorable woman. I can see how you love her so very much. "Okay...show him panties, Maria. Raise it on up and open your legs some more," I said, feeling my cock jerk. Maria looked around, out of curiosity to see who else might be seeing her show, and did as I asked. I could see her panties myself now, and could tell how widely she had her legs spread for our friend. "Master, this is making me very wet. I don't know if he can see it or not, but I'm soaked." "It makes you want to get fucked, doesn't it, darling girl?", I asked her, quietly. "Yes, Master. Open my legs a bit wider?" "Yes, baby. Spread your legs wider for him." I watched Maria swallow hard and then saw her legs part even more. He surely had a clear view of her crotch now. "You're showing the man your cunt, you little Cuban fuck piece," I whispered to her, trying not to be too obvious, my cock pushing my slacks outward. "Yeah, I am," she said, her eyes glazing, and her voice showing her hunger. "You want to fuck him, don't you?" "Yes," she replied, quickly, and simply. "You're a fucking whore," I said. "Yes, I am. Let me fuck him." "Maybe he doesn't want to fuck you," I replied, putting my hand on her leg under the table and caressing it. "Oh, he does. I'm making his cock hard." "You're a slut, Maria," I said. "You gonna let me fuck him or not, Master?", she asked, turning and looking directly into my eyes. "No, you can't fuck him," I said, looking back into her eyes and sliding my hand up her thigh. "Damn!", she hissed, and tried to push my hand away from her leg. I chuckled and winked at Barbara. "See how she gets sometimes, Barbara?", I asked. "He shouldn't do that, Barbara," Maria said, closing her legs and pushing her dress back down as she leaned toward the Mexican girl. "He makes me show the man my panties and then won't let me fuck him!" "I apologize for my girl, Barbara. She really is not usually like this. She usually knows who owns her and who decides when she'll fuck and when she won't. I guess I've not let her fuck enough men lately to suit her." "You're just being mean, Master, and showing off in front of Barbara. Any other time you'd let me fuck the man." "Well, little cunt, you don't get to fuck every man you show your panties to, and you know it. But yes, you're right, I suppose I was showing off a bit to Barbara, and that wasn't really fair of me. You still want to fuck him?" "Sure," Maria replied, a bit too non-submissively for my taste. "I don't think you know who owns you. I can't let you fuck when you don't know who owns you." Maria's head turned quickly to me and she started to say something, but then she checked herself and sat quietly for a few secondds. "I'm sorry, Master. You're right. I'm not being a very good slave, am I?" "No, you're not," I replied. "Can I show the man my panties some more, Master? You don't have to let me fuck him. Just let me please you by showing him. Okay? I love you, Master." "I love you too, precious. And yes, go ahead, show him. I do like that." Maria raised her skirt again, this time looking at the man while she did it, and opening her legs at the same time. I saw her wink at him. Her hand moved to my lap, and she squeezed my cock through my pants. "Thank you for letting me spread my legs for the man, Master," she whispered to me, stroking me gently. "Give him a card, baby," I said, softening. "Really, Master? Do you want me to? Really?" I'd made some business cards for us to use when there was someone I wanted my girl to fuck. It made it somewhat easier to approach men who were slow to approach us, and if they were unavailable at the moment, but interested for another time, it gave them a way to contact us. "Yes, go ahead. Just dont stay over there and chat with him. Come straight back." "Okay, Master," she said, smiling, and taking one of her cards out of her purse. She walked over to his table and sat across from him long enough to hand him the card and wait for him to read it. They spoke a few more words and she came back to the table, a little breathless with excitement, but happy. "He wants to fuck me, Master," she said, quietly, but with satisfaction. "I'm sure. When does he want to fuck you, little Cuban girl?" "Anytime you'll let him, he said," she replied, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "He'd fuck you now if I let him?" "I think so Master. He said I turned him on and that he could see I was wet." She blushed a little, but not much. "Okay. Go back over to his table and asked him to fuck you in the backseat of his car. Tell him he can park it in front of our room, next to ours. I'll stand watch in case someone comes along." "In his car, Master? He could fuck me in our room." I gave Maria an icey look. "He can fuck you in the backseat of his car, or he can't fuck you at all. Go ask him for that. Go!" Maria went back over to the man's table and I saw him nodding and smiling. I dont' think the backseat of the car thing bothered him too much. She soon came back. "Okay, Master. He said that was fine. He's driving an older model Cadillac, he says, and I told him I'd be standing in front of our room. He'll come over when we leave." "Good. Now, quit being so pissy and relax and enjoy it." "Yes, Master," she said. "I'm sorry. I just don't understand why it has to be in the backseat of his car." "Because it's what I want, Maria. Because you're my tramp and you're going to fuck like a tramp fucks. Because I say so." "Yes, Master," she replied, with a small sigh of resignation. "Well, I'm going to fuck him really good, Master." "I know, baby, I know," I said, smiling at her, and knowing how totally she meant ever word. Continued in Chapter Eleven...