MRWADE46.STY BY MASTER WADE
The following story is one I found in my grandfather's files
shortly after my father's death. Why my father never shared them with
me, I don't know, but I expect he also thought that he had managed to
keep his interest in submissive women a secret, which he had in fact
failed to do. I came across several of his adventures as well, which
I will share with you someday. Hope you enjoy this story about my
grandfather and Ashleigh.
Ashleigh--1932
Part One
It wasn't an ordinary Lincoln. Big Roy had spent more than
enough on it to have bought a much flashier car, but it was important
to him that it not attract too much attention. The casual observer
wouldn't notice the burgundy leather upholstery or the walnut and ash
trim that graced the inside of the big sedan, but Big Roy took great
pride in the interior as well as the big engine that he had also had
installed at great expense.
When Anthony opened the back door the first thing I was aware of
was the smell of all that leather. The second thing was her legs.
The temptation is to say that after seeing her legs I don't remember
much else, but thankfully for the preservation of life's significant
moments I remember every detail.
Her name was Ashleigh. She had been variously employed as a
model and as a dancer prior to meeting Big Roy, and was now blissfully
unemployed, but nonetheless quite busy. Those outside the family
assumed Ashleigh to be Big Roy's wife and seldom saw them when they
were not in the company of each other. The truth was that they had
never married and that Big Roy treated her quite differently than one
might his wife.
Nothing could have please Ashleigh more, frankly. It was a
comfortable life she led, much more comfortable than the life she had
been accustomed to prior to her "selection" by Big Roy. She lived in
more splendor than she had even dreamed of and found her every need
supplied. Supplying those needs was no small job either. Thats where
I enter the story.
Ashleigh was important to Big Roy for a number of reasons. It
was important in those days for a man of his stature to be seen in the
company of beautiful women, and Ashleigh certainly was beautiful.
When I first met her she was in her mid twenties. She was a tall,
striking blonde, standing something over 5'10" in her stocking feet.
Her hair was shoulder length and had a sheen to it that made it appear
lustrous in any light. Her facial features were perfect and her body
matched her face, every single body part wonderfully proportioned and
remarkable in its symmetry. She never appeared in public in anything
but the finest that Chicago had to offer and was guaranteed to turn
heads wherever she went. Her experience as a dancer gave her a
fluidity of movement that accented her beauty to the extent that it
was difficult to take one's eyes off of her whenever she was around.
She was, indeed, poetry in motion. To be seen with Ashleigh on one's
arm was a statement of success which few men could match.
She also served as the perfect alibi for Big Roy on numerous
occasions, and he made sure that if there were murders to be done, as
there often were, that he was by her side whenever that time came.
She was always willing to do anything that would further Big Roy's
"career", and often the offer of a weekend with Ashleigh was just
enough to turn the tide of a negotiation in his favor.
But as I entered the back of the big sedan on that late September
evening all I knew about Ashleigh was that she possessed, without a
doubt, the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. They extended from a
black silk dress that was split up the side nearest me and were
crossed in that wonderful way that so impresses men who can barely tie
their own shoes. The slit revealed much of her luscious thigh,
including a portion above the top of her stocking and one of the
straps of her garter belt, which also appeared to be black silk.
Taking off my hat, I sat next to her and nodded in greeting. Her
smile lit up the inside of the big Lincoln and she politely extended
her hand as she introduced herself to me. Her skin was as soft as
that of a baby and in spite of the attraction of her exposed thigh I
found my eyes glued to hers, the deep pools of green drawing me to
her emotionally in a wildly sensuous way.
"I take it that you know Big Roy?", she asked, as the driver
drove away from the curb.
"Everyone knows OF Big Roy", I said, smiling. "We met once at a
party several years ago. I was, you might say, in charge of the
entertainment for the evening."
Her broadening smile told me that she had a very good idea what I
meant by that. I had, in fact, been employed to provide some
extremely submissive women for the enjoyment of some of Big Roy's
associates. He had been both pleased and impressed by the quality and
performance of the ladies I had provided. I had been extremely
pleased by the income I derived from that and other evenings,
especially in light of the fact that the women I provided were not
"ladies of the evening", but merely women who wanted what Big Roy paid
for as much or more than he did. It was only recently that I had
discovered his knowledge of my lack of need to share the bounty of his
generous payment with the women.
"I like a man who is knows how to take charge", Ashleigh said
warmly, placing my hand on her thigh precisely where the garter met
the top of her stocking.
I glanced toward the driver, unsure just how free we were to
continue our conversation in the direction it seemed to be taking.
Reaching to her right and pushing a button on the door of the big
sedan, Ashleigh set in motion a solid divider which rose from the back
of the front seat and completely shielded us from that portion of the
car. Another push of a button and similar dividers rose at each of
the back windows until we were completely shut off from the rest of
the world. When the thick armor settled into its uppermost notches,
small lights became lit at both doors and along the back of the seat
in front of us.
Reaching into her purse, Ashleigh removed a piece of paper which
she extended to me. Unfolding it, I held it so that the light
illuminated it enough for me to read it.
"Mr. Wade", the note read, "I'm very much aware of your interest
in women and the types of women with which you seem to be so
successful. Ashleigh, in addition to being an extremely beautiful
woman also has needs which I neither have the time nor inclination to
provide for her personally. I would appreciate it very much if you
would excercise your particular talent with her and if you would make
every effort to see that she never wants for anything you can provide
her. You may rest assured that you have my blessing and that you will
be richly rewarded for your cooperation. Sincerely, Big Roy."
"It appears that my services are again being required", I said
with a warm smile. "Are you as interested in them as Big Roy seems to
be?"
"Roy assures me that you both understand my needs and can help
satisfy me. I don't lack for men to fuck, I'm sure you know that.
And anytime that I want a woman, Roy will provide that as well. My
deepest needs are much more specialized than that, and if you can
provide what he says you can, you'll never find a more interested
woman than I am", she replied seriously.
"I can tell a great deal about you simply by what I see in your
eyes, Ashleigh, and there is no doubt that I can help you. There is
also no doubt that if I do agree to help you that I will be placing
myself in a very precarious position. Big Roy has the ability to
shorten my "career" permanently with the simple nod of his head, and
there must be no chance whatsoever that you will decide midway through
our series of encounters that you are displeased with me. What kind
of assurance can you give me that I won't be placing my life in
jeopardy?"
"Big Roy would be disappointed that you show such a lack of trust
in him", she replied with a smile. "But I both understand and
anticipated your concern, and I have something which I think will help
to reassure you."
Reaching back into her purse again she handed me a small envelope
from which she took several photographs and a hand-written note.
"These are some pictures of me with Tony The Greek and some of his
friends. The note is from Tony, thanking me for the good time and
assuring me that he would never tell Roy. If Roy ever knew that I had
fucked for his biggest enemy I'm sure you know that he would have me
killed. Take the pictures and the note, and if I ever disappoint you
you may feel free to show them to Roy."
"You surprise me in both your understanding of the situation and
the extent to which you have prepared for our meeting, Ashleigh. If
you apply yourself as diligently to obeying me as your Master we will
get along well."
Laying her purse on the floor, Ashleigh began unbuttoning her
dress. The buttons ran to the waist of the beautiful dress, and when
she had unbuttoned them all she spread the material open revealing a
pair of breasts that could have been sculpted by an artist. They were
conical in shape and so firm that they stood perfectly out from her
chest, no matter what position she was in. The aureola were dark and
large, silver dollar size, and at their center they curved upward into
the base of her nipples with such grace that it was hard to say where
they ended and the nipples began. The nipples themselves were almost
half an inch long and stood proudly from the tip of her perfect
breasts.
When she had given me a moment to observe her naked tits,
Ashleigh took the hem of her dress in her hands, and lifting her body
slighly from the leather seat, slid it up her long legs, not stopping
until it was gathered around her waist. The hand nearest me now
guided her leg toward the back of the seat, knee bent, opening herself
to me so that her naked cunt was totally exposed. She pulled the long
black gloves from her hands slowly as I let my eyes roam over her ripe
young body.
"Talk to me, Ashleigh, tell me who you are", I said, evenly.
"I'm a gangster's whore, Master. I'm a slut who will fuck anyone
those in charge of me tell me to fuck. I need for a man to be in
charge of me, to tell me when to fuck and who to fuck. I need for a
man to make me do things, hot nasty terribly dirty things. You know
what I need, Master", she said, sexily.
"Oh yes, I know what you need, Ashleigh. I know what will make
you tremble inside and what will make you beg for more. I know what
will make your cunt juice run like a river from your hole and puddle
on the seat beneath you. I know how to make you claw at your slut
cunt with your fingers, so hot that you would do anything for a cock.
Your holes were made to be stretched and prodded, to be dumped full of
hot fuck. Your nipples were made to be pinched and pulled. Your ass
was made to spank and fuck and use in anyway your Master so chooses.
You long for the feel of ropes on your wrists and ankles, leather
against your smooth skin, sperm in your mouth, cunt juice on your
face. If there is anything you would rather feel than hot to fuck it
is the feel of cum running from your holes and dripping off your naked
body. You are indeed a gangster's whore, but as of this moment you
are more importantly my sex slave and you will obey my every command.
When you fail to obey and sometimes whether you obey or not you will
be punished by your master. Your body will perform always at my
command and in accordance with my every whim, no matter what I direct
you to do or where you are at the time. You will, of course, continue
to please Big Roy, and my rule over your whore body will aid you in
that, but you will tremble at MY commands, whimper for the
satisfaction that only MY mastery can provide you, beg to do MY
bidding. Do you understand?"
Long before I had reached the questioning portion of my response
to her, Ashleigh had begun rubbing herself with both hands. Her
fingers pulled at the lips of her now drenched pussy, opening her hole
wide and spreading the hot fuck juice with trembling hands. Her clit
had become hard and now stood firmly at the top of her mound where her
hands brushed it, rubbed it, teased it, mauled it.
"Oh, God! You DO know, don't you!?!? I do understand, Master,
and I do need you sooooo very much!! Make me your slave...use me, use
me, use me!!", she replied hotly, her fingers slaving away at the
increasingly wet hole between her legs.
As I watched Ashleigh fingering herself in front of me I thought
of the many other women I had seen displaying similar traits of hunger
and submissiveness to me in the past. Many of them became much less
attractive physically when they became very hot, but Ashleigh
displayed no tendency of that sort at all. In fact, her beauty seemed
to increase if anything. With her mouth slightly open and her eyes
partially closed in passion, her face assumed an aura of a wonderful
mixture of great beauty and extreme heat. The movements of her body
as she pleasured herself seemed to almost be choreographed for their
effect on anyone who might watch, they were so perfect and graceful.
I found my cock growing rapidly inside my pants and my desire to fill
her with my seed grew in proportion.
"Look at you, my little slut, pawing at your fuck hole like that.
You're such a sex-hungry tramp, doing that in front of me. Perhaps I
should just have Anthony stop the car and let some men crawl in and
fuck you til they tire of you. Complete strangers who would just
shove their meat into you and pump you until they spill their hot cum
into you."
"Yesssss, Master! Anything..I'll fuck anyone you say, give me
cocks, Master, Pleeeeeeease give me cocks!"
"On the other hand, it pleases me to just watch you. Perhaps you
don't need cocks badly enough yet and I should wait until you are more
in the mood."
"Nooooo, Master! I've never needed to be fucked any more than I
do right now! Give me your cock! Pleeeeease fuck me...look...look at
my cunt and how empty it is!! Ohhhhhh, Pleeeeeease sweet Master, fuck
me...FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!"
She pulled her lips apart showing me the glistening interior of
her cunt as she begged to be fucked. Her heat would allow her to
leave it empty only so much longer, however, and with a deep sigh of
resignation she released the lips and immediately shoved three fingers
of her right hand deep inside herself and began humping them with
strong thrusts of her hips. Her left hand moved to her breasts and
began pulling and pinching at the nipple on her right breast. She
shook her head from side to side, her blonde hair flying across her
face as she fucked her own fingers in and out of her trembling pussy.
Leaning over her I placed a deep kiss on her opened mouth and
reached past her to the buttons on the door. When the divider
seperating the driver from us had receded into its housing in the back
of the front seat, I instructed the driver to stop the car at the
corner. When the car came to a stop I opened the door and got out,
instructing Anthony to drive Ashleigh home, and leaving her with a
look of despair on her face and her fingers still franticly digging
into the depths of her cunt. In spite of her obvious hunger and my
increasing desire I believed the long term relationship that we were
building would be enhanced by leaving her in her present state.
I was right. My secretary screened her calls over the next
several days, informing her that I would get back to her as soon as I
could. Having served as my secretary and as one of my slaves for
several years, Jane was familiar with this procedure, and by the end
of the week was urging me to see Ashleigh again. "She sounds so
pitiful!", she said. "I don't know what you did to her or just who
she is, but if anyone has ever been ready, I promise you that she is!"
I smiled at Jane's evaluation. I was sure it was correct, and I
looked forward to being with Ashleigh once again. I told her to make
an appointment with her for the following evening around 8:00.