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MRWADE.305 By Master Wade
The D/s Convention
Chapter Six
I awoke the next morning with my girl's mouth on my cock.
This happens often, and I dearly love it. I don't always come
easily first thing in the morning, but I do almost always have my
morning piss to attend to. Maria has learned to take whichever
comes most easily for me at such times, and we've gotten the
timing down just right so that she can get all of my stream
without us having to leave the bed unless I want her to kneel or
want to give her an external wash. This morning I awoke with a
raging hardon, so there was cum for my girl, followed by her
morning piss drinking.
Having typed the above paragraph, I realize that I have
introduced the facts therein with the same casualness one might
employ when discussing the weather. This is somewhat unfair to my
girl, since the service she gives in this manner is a deeply
submissive and beautiful one. At the same time, I realize that
the tone used in my remarks comes from the attitude her depth of
submission allows me; I truly can, and am encouraged by her to,
treat the pouring of piss into and onto my girl as a right of
ownership, and may feed or wash her in this manner whenever and as
often as I choose; which I do. The dominant reader, who most
probably does not know the joy of owning a beautiful and
intelligent girl whose submission drives her to her knees to beg
for her Master's urination, may be doubtful. Don't be. The
submissive reader, some of whom may even still be struggling to
"swallow", may want to reflect on the depth of their own
submission, and remember that what they gain from their
relationship is directly proportional to what they give. Any other
reader, who by this point in this narrative does not see
themselves as either dominant or submissive, may as well go back
to watching Gilligan's Island re-runs on TV. But I digress.
We showered together and waited for room service to bring up
our breakfast. While we waited, we cuddled and talked about our
experiences thus far.
"Master, I need to tell you something," she said, as we lay
in bed with her leg draped over mine.
"Of course, Precious. What?"
"I really liked having Dan shoot his cum in my face last
night on the beach," she said, snuggling more closely and hugging
me. "I like that...being jerked off on...cum on."
"Yes, I know you do. It really turned me on to see it. You're
a wonderful cock-sucking girl."
"Thank you, Master. Was her ass good? She was really turned
on, wasn't she?"
"She got really hot, yes. And yes, she has a great ass. There
is something about the shape of it and the way it feels when it's
pressed against my belly that is very nice. She's tight, but not
as tight as one might think, for her age. I think Dan must fuck
her in the ass often."
"That's good, isn't it, Master? That she's an ass fucking
girl like me? Isn't that nice?"
I smiled at my darling girl. It would be nice if every woman
were like her, that's for sure.
"Yes, it is nice. Do you mind too much that I don't let other
men fuck your ass?"
"No! Not at all, Master. I like that you save that for
yourself. Besides, it isn't like you don't let men fuck my other
holes. I do want to have them all full of cock sometime, but
you'll help with that, won't you, Master?"
"Of course I will, little piece."
"Do you think I could fuck Cindy's ass with a strap-on
sometime, Master? Maybe while you and Dan also fuck her?"
"That would be delightful, Precious. I bet we can work that
out."
"Mmmmmm...I wish she were here so that I could eat her for
you, Master. Aren't her legs wonderful?"
"Oh yes. They are. But these legs are my favorites in the
whole world, you darling little whore," I said, running my hand
over my pretty girl's thigh.
"I'm glad you like them, Master. They're yours. But it
doesn't bother me for you to like other girl's legs. I like them
too, you know."
"I know, little fuck. Are we going to find another pretty
pair of legs to put your head between today?"
"Ooooh, yes, Master. And some more cocks for me too?"
I smiled down at her. "Yes, more cocks for you, baby. How
many men will you fuck for me today?"
"As many as you want, Master."
"Maybe I should take you to the gang-bang room and make you
do all the men who are there."
"I will if you want me too, Master. You'll stay and watch,
won't you? You wouldn't leave me there to get fucked, would you?"
"Never, baby. I might fuck some too, while I'm there, but I'd
never leave you there without me."
Maria hugged me tightly and moved her hips, grinding her
cunt against my leg. She was very wet and I could feel her juices
spreading against my naked thigh as she hunched me.
"I'm so empty, Master," she said, holding me tight and
working her hips.
"Poor baby. I would fuck you, but room service should be here
shortly."
"I don't care if they see me getting fucked, Master," she
said, sincerely.
"You like for people to see you getting fucked, don't you?",
I asked, smiling at her and pressing my leg hard against her wet
mound.
"I love it, Master. You know I do."
There was a knock at the door.
"There they are. I'll get the door. You sit here in bed on
top of the covers with your legs open so they can see you. I'll be
right back." I got up, smiling as I looked back at my girl doing
exactly as I had asked her to, sitting up against the headboard,
her legs open so that her pussy showed, totally nude, waiting to
be seen by a stranger.
The porter was an older man, early sixties, I would guess,
and he glanced away quickly when he first saw my girl so lewdly
displayed. But he kept glancing over her way as he waited for me
to sign the check, and, of course, she smiled back at him each
time. I dawdled.
"Isn't my wife beautiful?", I asked, handing him the signed
room-service bill.
"Yes, sir, she certainly is. I hope you are enjoying your
stay with us?"
"Very much. Listen...I put the customary tip on there, but if
you have a minute or two I would like to introduce you to my
wife."
"Of course, sir. It would be a pleasure," he said, somewhat
nervously.
We stepped to the foot of the bed. Maria had one leg out in
front of her, bent at only a slight angle. The other leg was bent
at the knee, held wide apart, and between them her naked sex was
pink and inviting. One hand lay motionless on her thigh, the
other hand was idly toying with her hair. She was incredibly
beautiful, totally nude, fully exposed.
"Maria, this is...(I looked at his name tag)..Mr. Archer,
our porter. Mr. Archer, this is my wife and slave, Maria."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss," he said, fidgeting
slightly.
"And it's a pleasure to meet such a charming gentleman," my
girl said, smiling. She bent the straighter leg, opening herself
even further.
"You are a very fortunate man, sir," Mr. Archer said, turning
to me momentarily as he spoke.
"Oh yes, I really am, Mr. Archer. I don't know if you know
what our weekend is like here or not, but the nature of our
relationship is very special. Maria does anything I want. In
fact, I was just telling her that I may take her to the gang-bang
room...one of the suites on this floor that has been set aside for
that. I think it will be great to watch her fuck a lot of men,
don't you?"
Mr. Archer cleared is throat. "Yes, I...uh...I think it would
be very special, sir."
"Older men are so yummy, Master," Maria said, moving her
hand to her sex and beginning to rub her clit in front of us.
Archer stood with his mouth open, staring at her. Then,
before I could respond to Maria's teasing remark, he shook
himself and turned toward the door.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss," he said, glancing back
at her. "I hope you enjoy...uh...I hope you have a grand time." He
took a step or two toward the door. "Sir...enjoy your breakfast.
And thank you for everything." With that, he was gone.
I climbed on the bed between my girl's beautiful legs and
kissed her hard on the mouth. "You are such a tramp," I said,
grinning, as I broke our kiss. She giggled and put her arms
around my neck, covering my face with little butterfly kisses.
"Let's have them bring lunch up too, Master! I liked doing
that!", she said, wrapping her wonderful legs around my waist.
"You know that poor man is in the men's room right now thinking
about you and making his cum fly, don't you, you merciless
tease?", I asked, continuing to kiss her between phrases. Maria
chuckled softly, and then a look of reflection came over her
face. "Master...is it wrong for me to hope he's doing that?" I
smiled warmly at her. "No, Precious. It's okay." "Good, Master.
Because I do hope it, and I wish I could clean him with my mouth
afterwards, to thank him for thinking of me." I gave my girl a
long hard kiss on the lips. She hadn't always been able to admit
such naughty and often embarassing things to me, and I loved her
for doing it, whenever she did.
I slowly broke our kiss and slipped from the embrace of my
girl's legs. Still somewhat lost in thought, her question didn't
come until I was already off the bed and looking over the tray Mr.
Archer had brought us.
"Will you fuck your girl before breakfast, Master? Or are
you going to make me wait?" It was hard to tell from her tone of
voice which was the most appealing option to her. I shared her
indecisiveness. Waiting to get fucked was something she hadn't
had to do much of thus far, and would not have to do often during
the rest of the weekend. But showing her off to Mr. Archer had
rejuvenated me, and she hadn't come yet. I picked up the tray of
food and re-joined her on the bed
"Well," I said, kneeling between her legs, "to tell you the
truth, grape jelly and cunt juice sounds like a combination that
I'm very hungry for at the moment." "Oh, but Master," she said,
grinning, as I reached for the crystal serving bowl, "you should
have your eggs before eating anything that sweet." I wasn't sure
if she meant the grape jelly, or her cunt, but I knew she was
right. I set the bowl back down on the tray and picked up one of
the plates, putting it on the bed in front of me.
"Scoot down, little-pink-cunt, and hold your legs up for me,"
I said, grabbing her ankles and pushing them back toward her head,
so that she could grab them. Her entire bottom was now offered to
me, an almost horizontal plateau upon which to dine. She raised
her head, straining to watch, and I slid another pillow behind
her, to make it easier.
Wiping my fingers through the slutty girl's cunt, I found her
to be soaked, as she always is when so lewdly exposed, and usually
is at any other time. Sneaking a quick lick of my fingers, I
switched hands, using my left to open her sex, and with the right,
scooped up a handful of scrambled eggs and pressed them into her
pink wetness with twisted delight. "Oh, God, Master," she moaned,
but I simply smiled and continued my happy task, pushing eggs into
her pussy until the plate was bereft of them. There was sausage
on the plate too; links, happily, and I picked up a couple and
began fucking the girl with them, one in her ass, one in her cunt.
One in her ass? Well, the girl had to eat too, you know. When
she began whimpering from the fucking her breakfast-laden holes
received, and deemed too close to orgasm for me to continue her
fucking, I removed them, and we munched on the sausages, mine
tasting wonderful with it's coating of cuban whore fuck, her's
being devoured hungrily as a slave should devour such things.
This continued until the sausages too were gone, and I thought
briefly of how pleased our Mr. Archer surely would be if he could
know the usage to which his delivery was being put. As if reading
my mind, the long-haired brunette with her legs in the air chewed
her last bit of sausage and remarked, "We should have asked Mr.
Archer to stay and have breakfast with us, Master."
My reply was simply to pick up a bunch of grapes from the
tray and begin inserting them one at a time into my whore's
asshole. There were many of them, and while I had never
considered doing such a thing before, I was struck by the thought
that it was very much like putting anal beads in the girl, except
that there were so many of the grapes, and of course, no string
with which to retrieve them later. Without allowing this to be
anything more than a passing concern, I stripped the cluster
branches of their fruit, feeling very proud of myself for not
having eaten even one of them, but having delivered them all
safely through her sphincter, amidst some moaning and whimpering
from the girl. I stuck my middle finger into the ass to see if I
could feel a grape inside it. This caused some hunching, and
brought a hungry reminder from the slavegirl.
"Eggs...uhhh...Mas...ter...don't forget to eat
your...unnnghhhh...eggs, Mas...unngghh...ter!" It was rather
embarassing to hear her begging so unintelligibly, but I pretended
not to have heard her, and while I continued finger fucking her
grape-filled asshole, I used my free hand to slather a handful of
grape jelly along the insides of both the whore's thighs.
I simply must pause here to remind the reader of the sight
which I beheld at this moment. Anyone who has watched an xxx
rated movie has no doubt seen a girl in this position before,
laying on her back, nude, holding her legs back with her own
hands, her sex as exposed as it could ever be. As you consider
that, consider also that this intelligent and educated woman in
front of me was, and is, equally as pretty as any of those women
you will see in such films. Now you may fairly picture her with
scrambled eggs sticking out of her neat little cunt, a minimum of
twenty grapes lined up inside her anal canal, dark purple grape
jelly both coating and dripping from her luscious thighs, and may
be able to appreciate the beauty of her lusty moans and whimpers
as I fingered her ass. Though I didn't mention it to her at the
time, her Mr. Archer would have died.
The coating of whore legs having been accomplished, I went
about the joyous work of licking the jelly from them, my finger
still working away in her lower hole. There was some garbled
mention of eggs from her again, and I was set to address that
issue with my tongue and lips when there came a knock at the door.
"Don't go anywhere," I said, grinning at her, and went to see who
was visiting at such a delightful time.
"It's Dan and Cindy!", I called out to Maria, happily, as I
looked through the peephole. "You're just in time for breakfast,"
I said, grinning, as I opened the door and invited the delightful
couple inside. "Oh, we don't want to intrude," apologized Dan, as
they came in. "Don't let us stop you from having your breakfast."
They could not quite yet see the pitiful little breakfast plate on
the big bed. "Oh, you're not intruding at all. Maria is just
about full, and there is still much to eat," I said, winking, and
leading them past the closets to the foot of the bed.
"Oh my God!", Cindy said, putting her hand to her mouth as
she looked at my slave, who still lay with her legs up in the air,
but who had now succumbed to her own desire and was rubbing her
clit hard with one hand, while trying to get at the grapes with
one of the fingers on her other hand. She tried to say hi, but it
came out more as a grunt than anything else.
"Dan, please help yourself to some eggs. I'm afraid I filled
up on grape jelly and sausages. And don't worry about leaving
anything for Cindy. We've saved her some grapes." Dan had learned
not to question me by now and went to work at once, sucking the
scrambled eggs into his mouth from my darling girl's twat, causing
her to lower her legs around his neck and lock him in place amidst
much grunting and moaning.
All this breakfast preparation and the joy with which my
Master friend was partaking of Maria's offering had made me
turgid, and more than a little impestuous. With no more ceremony
than the lifting of her skirt and the ripping off of her tiny
little panties, I threw the long-legged blonde slut down on the
other bed and began fucking her, both our heads turned to watch
Master Dan with my Maria yet another time.
Continued in Chapter 6.....
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