Archive-name: wade

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser)

Subject: wade.3

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

A Nurse for Monica

As I dialed the phone I wished I had been able to call Donna earlier in the day. There was no guarantee that she would be at home, and if not, my plans for the rest of the evening would be foiled. I was soon smiling, however, as Donna's sweet voice answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Donna, how are you this evening?"

"MASTER!! What a pleasant surprise! I'm fine, thank you! Ohhh, how glad I am you've called! I've thought abou t you all day!"

"Good girl!" I replied with a smile. "Are you busy tonight?"

"No! I'm never busy when you want me, MASTER!"

"I'm glad to hear that. I've been wanting you to meet my wife, Monica, and I was hoping you would come over tonight and let me introduce you to her."

"Does your wife know about me, MASTER?"

"Not yet, Donna, and that's one thing which will make the evening so special. I want you to wear your nurse's outfit, if you will, and I'll be expecti'ng you to play along with me in a very special way with Monica."

"You know I'll do ANYTHING you want me to do, MASTER. Just tell me how you want to use me."

As I told Donna of my plans for the rest of the evening, I could tell that she was becoming very excited so stopped short of telling her all the details simply because I feared she might come just from hearing me talk about it. I gave her enough information to get us started, and I knew that everything would fall into place as thle evening wore on.

I let Monica sleep while I straightened up the house and prepared for Donna's arrival. About fifteen minutes before the time I had told Donna to come, I woke Monica and spoke to her gently about the rest of the evening.

"Monica, you've had quite a full day. It's been a bit of an unusual day for you, and I'm concerned that you may have been injured in some way by all those rough men. I've made arrangements for my doctor's nurse to come over and check you, just to umake sure you're alright."

"Oh, but MASTER, I've never felt better! I loved everything that happened to me today. I'm sure there isn't anything at all wrong with me."

"Still, I will feel much better if we have the nurse look at you and give us her opinion. Get up now, and fix your hair and put the little, white slip on that we bought for you last week and the white high heels, she'll be here shortly."

"Shouldn't I put on a robe?" Monica asked with a rather embarrassed look ron her face.

"No, just the slip and the high heels will be sufficient," I replied. "When you're ready, come into the living room."

Before Monica could prepare herself, the doorbell rang and I opened it to greet Donna. She looked just as lovely as I had remembered her, and was dressed in another white skirt and blouse just like the ones she had worn the other day in the doctor's office.

"Hi Donna. Come right in. Monica will be joining us in just a moment."

"It's nice to see you again, sir," Donna replied as I led her into the living room offering her a seat on the loveseat. I sat beside her, and we exchanged small talk for a moment or two before Monica entered the room. Rising, I introduced the two women.

"Donna, this is my wife, Monica. Monica, Donna is my doctor's nurse that I told you about. We certainly do appreciate your coming over to check Monica, Donna. I love her very much and want to be sure that she's OK."

Monica greeted Donna with oa warm but slightly embarrassed smile. I knew that she felt a bit uncomfortable about wearing just the slip and high heels, but I loved the way she looked, and I knew that Donna did, too. I sat back on the loveseat next to Donna leaving Monica the chair across from us.

"He's really being overprotective of me, Donna. I really feel just fine."

"Well, you have had quite an experience today, Monica, and it's important that you be checked out," I told her with a smile.

Turning to Donna, I began to explain what Monica had been through. "You see Donna, Monica called me from work today and asked me to come home because she needed to have sex...."

Monica interrupted my explanation. "It's not really necessary to tell Donna EVERYTHING, is it, dear?"

I looked at her and smiled and said, "Yes, Monica, it is." Turning back to Donna once more, I continued, "When I got home, I found that Monica was very sexually excited so decided we should go for a ride in the car. But as we were riding along in the car, she kept playing with herself, and the truck drivers we passed along the way..."

"Really, I don't think we need to tell Donna all of this..."

This time I interrupted Monica's interruption. "Donna, please excuse us for a moment. I need to talk to Monica alone." I motioned for Monica to walk ahead of me into the bedroom. Once there, she opened her mouth to speak, but the look in my eyes stopped her. "Monica, you're embarrassing me in front of our g uest. She has been kind enough to come to our home tonight to reassure me that you're alright, and I will decide what she is to be told, not you. But it's obvious that you need to be reminded of who you are and who I am, so assume the "lap position" for your punishment."

Monica was fully aware that Donna would now not only hear the full story of her afternoon, but was also going to hear her receiving a spanking from me, and without another sound laid herself across my lap. Sliding the slip tup over her lovely ass cheeks, I gave her a good spanking, making sure that the sound of my hand slapping her well- fucked ass could be heard plainly in the living room. Monica's cries could also be heard plainly. I could only guess what Monica thought Donna's reaction to this would be, but I knew for sure what was happening in the living room. I knew that Donna would have her hand up under that white dress and that at least two of her fingers would smell like cunt juice when we returned.

Leading her back into the living room, I then guided her to the corner of the room. Making her face the wall with her back to us, I sat down beside Donna to finish my explanation.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes, you see Monica allowed those truck drivercs to watch her masturbate as we rode along, and when we stopped at a rest stop, the car had hardly stopped before she jumped out of the car and, motioning for them to join her, took on a whole gang of them in the men's room." I was purposely avoiding any references to my part in the afternoon's activities because I knew it would be even more humiliating for Monica the way I was telling it to Donna.

"Oh my!" moaned Donna in mock alarm. "How many men were there?"

"Well, I saw 9 men ente r the restroom, but I think there were 11 who left just before she did. I think there were a couple of black maintenance men in there already. I assume that they fucked her, too, although I haven't asked."

"You mean they all raped her?" Donna asked.

"Well, raped is hardly the word, Donna. You see Monica is a slut and loves cocks and the taste of hot cum. She loves to fuck, so it really wasn't a matter of rape. When I brought her home and checked her, I found cum in all her holes, eso I thought it would be best if you examined her."

"Yes, I can certainly understand your concern," Donna replied. "I wish we could do this at the office, however. The examining table would be most helpful with this type of examination."

"Well, we can certainly improvise," I told her. "Why don't we place her on the kitchen table, and I'll hold her legs up for you."

Monica had stood in the corner listening to Donna and I talking about her and the sluttish afternoon she had expserienced, and in spite of everything, had found herself becoming more and more excited with every word. Rising and guiding Monica with my hand on her waist, I led her into the kitchen and watched as she obediently sat on the table edge and laid back on the table. I watched with delight as Donna slid Monica's slip up until it was bunched around her shoulders and neck. I slid Monica's body down toward the end of the table until her ass was positioned just at the edge. Donna sat in the chair directldy in front of Monica's bottom, lifted her legs and spread them open giving Donna full access to Monica's cunt and asshole.

Having followed my instructions to the letter, Donna had brought a bag full of instruments with her, and opening the bag, prepared to examine Monica's holes.

"She is dripping wet. Does she usually get this excited when she is examined?" Donna asked.

"Well, I'm not usually there when her doctor looks at her holes, Donna, but I would think so. Her doctor ise a handsome man, and it takes very little to make Monica wet. Of course she does enjoy being bound and gagged. And the fact that you're another woman no doubt is having an effect on her, as well."

"I see," Donna replied. "Well, she does have a very attractive pussy. And her asshole doesn't look as if it's a stranger to having things placed in it. The way her hair is trimmed to leave her lips slick, but still provide a little patch of hair at the top, is cute too. Was that your idea, or ihers?"

"Mine, of course," I explained. "I saw a pussy like that in an X- rated film once and decided that I would like for Monica's pussy to look like that."

"I'm going to have to soak up some of this juice before I can do the examination properly. I've never seen anyone so wet before." Having said that, she reached in the bag and took out several tissues and began wiping the cunt juice from Monica's slit and ass. I noticed that she was careful to stroke Monica's clit each time she made a swipe with the tissue. Looking up at Monica's face, I saw her eyes opened wide, and smiled at the way she was holding her head up off the table, wishing that she could have a better view of what Donna was doing to her.

"There, that's some better, but I think I'd better hurry with the examination. She seems to be lubricating very quickly."

Donna took out an instrument which I was unfamiliar with, but which I soon learned was used to look deep into a vagina. Sliding the end oft it into Monica's wet cunt, she showed me the very back of Monica's vagina. We could see her cervix easily and the walls of the back of her cunt.

"Well, its obvious that her cervix has been bumped into lots of times in her life, but I don't see any damage to it. Actually the vagina and womb are very resilient parts of the body and can take quite alot. Does she enjoy having her cervix stimulated?"

I had to admit to Donna that I wasn't sure, but that I was sure she would enjoy it. Doonna explained that many women did enjoy it when their cervix was stroked with fingertips, but that not every woman had learned to accept enough of a hand inside her to allow for that.

"I've been wanting to help her learn to accept a hand in her pussy. Do you think her cunt lips are elastic enough to allow for that without any damage?"

"Oh, without a doubt they are. Most women can do that without any problem...babies come out there, you know."

We both chuckled, and Donna removeod the instrument from Monica's vagina and made some adjustments to it in preparation for inserting it in her asshole. Laying it temporarily aside, she said, "Normally a lubricant such as KY jelly would be used on this instrument for anal insertion. But she is lubricating so nicely that I think we can use her own juices for that purpose." Reaching forward with her fingers, she inserted three of them quickly and deeply into Monica's cunt, moving them around and in and out gently, letting the copiousc juic cover her fingers. Monica began to hunch her hips in the air at the touch of Donna's slim fingers inside her.

"Oh my," Donna exclaimed. "I'm exciting her when I do that. Look at her hips move!"

Monica obviously wanted to say something in response, but could only grunt, and as she grunted, her hips seemed to buck even higher off the table.

Ignoring the hunching of Monica's hips, Donna removed the three fingers, eliciting a disappointed moan from Monica, and began to rubb the juices on the shaft of the instrument. Having coated it with Monica's fuck juice, she pressed the end to Monica's anus and slid it in gently.

"Yes, she is obviously accustomed to having things put in her anus. Look how much of the instrument I can insert without any resistance at all."

"I've been training her to accept things in her ass, Donna. She sleeps with a dildo in her asshole every night now and seems to love it."

"My, my," exclaimed Donna. "You do have quite a horny, young wife here, don't you?"

I smiled at Monica and replied to Donna, "Yes, I certainly do, Donna. I bet she's especially horny now, aren't you, Monica?"

Donna and I both watched as Monica nodded her head vehemently and began hunching her ass on the instrument which Donna had inserted in it. Donna left the instrument in her ass, and we both watched Monica fuck her ass against it for a very long time, commenting to each other about how eager she was and how hot and horny she soeemed to be.

"She just stays running wet! I know I've continually commented on it, but I just can't get over how wet she gets." Having said that, Donna leaned forward and licked at Monica's slit with her tongue, gathering a large amount which she then swirled around inside her mouth with obvious delight.

"She really tastes wonderful, as well!" Donna exclaimed, lowering her mouth back to Monica's pussy for more of the glistening juice.

By this point Monica was beside herself wi th passion. To have the attractive, young nurse licking her cunt and fucking her ass with the hard instrument was more than she could stand. Her hips were thrusting wildly up into the air and her head was rolling from side to side. Moans of delight and passion were seeping through the cunt-juice-filled crotch of the dirty panties in her mouth. Concentrating on her clit, Donna sucked and nibbled at it with her experienced lips until, with one huge thrust of her hips, Monica's climax began. I had aIll I could handle trying to hold her legs still as she came, and the air was filled with grunting noises as the passion washed through her body. Finally her moans and movements subsided and she lay limp before us. Things were going nicely already, and the evening had just begun.

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.4 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:51:47 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

In the years since my graduation from college, I've managed to stay in touch with several of the people who were friends of mine during those formative years. Usually once a year, three of my male college friends come to visit and spend the weekend with me. I'd not had the opportunity to introduce them to my new wife, and I looked forward to them coming this year perhaps more than any other in the past.

Monica had heard me mention the three tguys often. Jack was a judge now in one of the bordering states. He'd always been a handsome guy, a bit taller than me at 6'2" and weighing around 200 pounds, and he had somehow managed to stay single all these years. Mark was shorter than Jack and not quite as popular with the women, but still had a good, strong, well-shaped body because of the bicycling that he did almost every day. He was an examiner with the Federal Reserve System and was the father of two young boys. Tony was of Italian desicent and had that dark hair and olive colored skin that so many women love. His mustache and his big muscles from years of weight lifting made him a favorite of lots of women. Married twice before, Tony was now single once again.

I didn't have to tell Monica that I'd be sharing her with my friends while they were here. Just my avoidance of the subject was all the confirmation that she needed. Her training had taught her that unless I told her otherwise in advance she was to assume that she hwould be my slave when we were in the privacy of our home, and that included those times when there were others present. As the arrival of the guys grew closer, I could sense her excitement growing.

I had sent each of the guys a letter explaining Monica's role as my wife-slut and had told them that she would be serving them over the weekend while they were here. They knew me well enough to know that I wasn't kidding about it when they got the letter, and while the letter did result in some eixcited phone calls from them, everything was set and they were really anxious to come.

They all flew in to the nearest airport on Friday afternoon and rented a car together for the drive to our little town. I had told them to call me when they got to the airport to give me time to prepare things for them. I'm sure Monica wondered if Friday afternoon would ever come. In the days between her introduction to our nurse friend, Donna, and the arrival of my college buddies, she had been extremely hot, and I had to make her masturbate at least 3 times each day just to keep her calm enough to function normally. I fucked her during that time as well, of course, but a guy can't just stay home and fuck all the time, you know.

I came home early on Friday to make sure that Monica had the house ready for my friends. I had instructed her to make sure there were clean sheets on the beds and clean towels in the bathrooms and had told her to douche and give herself an enema around 2:00 so that sohe would be nice and clean, too. When I got home that afternoon, I checked to see if she had followed my directions. Everything seemed to be in order, except that if she douched it was difficult to tell from the state her pussy was in. She had always lubricated freely, so it wasn't too surprising to me to find her cunt extremely wet and aromatic when I checked her holes. I had her squat in the shower and douche once more for me to make sure that she would be as clean as possible, although I was sure that wouldn't last long.

After watching Monica douche, I laid out her outfit for the evening on the bed for her. I chose a tiny pair of pink panties which had almost no back to them at all, mostly just a strap which slid into her crack and often seemed to work its way between her cunt lips, as well. It would just barely cover her trimmed cunt hair in the front. In addition to the panties, I laid out the pink high heels and a nice, little summer dress that I had allowed Monica to modify jmust a bit in order to make it more sluttish. It was a pretty, pink sundress which had a very low cut top with just little, thin straps holding the top up. When we had bought it, it had already been quite short. But I had allowed Monica to hem it some more, making it just barely long enough to cover her ass when she stood. I also had her cut a three inch slit in each side of the dress from the bottom up.

Before allowing her to dress, I laid her on the bed and rubbed lotion all over her body , wanting it to be nice and smooth to my friends when they touched her. It soon became evident that she was going to have to douche again before they came, so I allowed her to do that before she dressed.

She'd just finished dressing when the door bell rang, so I instructed her to assume "the position" in the foyer prior to my opening the door. I led her to the foyer and watched as she knelt on the floor, sitting between her feet and placing her hands behind her back and lowering her head. T he short dress rode up just enough in that position to make her pantied crotch easy to see. And her arms behind her back allowed her hard nipples to push through the thin fabric of the dress.

Finding her position pleasing, I opened the door to greet my friends. As they came in we exchanged pleasantries and they stood around rather nervously as we chatted just inside the door, glancing down at Monica frequently, and no doubt wondering when I was going to introduce them and how long I was goin g to require her to stay in that position with her head bowed and her eyes lowered.

"This is my slave, Monica," I said extending my hand to indicate the kneeling woman in front of them. After allowing them to all look at her and giving them a chance to see that she didn't lift her head or speak even though they were speaking to her, I reached out and took her elbow and allowed her to stand and return their greetings. She spoke to each of them warmly, but in a reserved manner, an embarrassed lrook on her face as their eyes roamed over her.

"Show my friends how glad you are that they are here, Monica," I instructed.

"Yes, Master," she replied and moving from one to the other of them, she wrapped her arms around their necks and kissed them deeply on the mouth. She kissed each of them just long enough to make sure that their cocks were stirring in their pants. When she had finished, she moved back to my side and hooked her arm in mine.

"Bring your luggage on in guys," I isaid. "We've got alot of catching up to do!

Monica prepared a nice meal for us as we sat in the living room and talked about what all had occurred in the year since we had seen each other. While it was cooking, she set up the card table and chairs in the living room, doing an excellent job of showing off her sweet, little body to my friends in the process.

"Are we gonna play cards?" asked Tony.

"Yep. I thought after we ate dinner we'd play a little poker. The winner for the evrening gets to have Monica sleep with him tonight."

The idea of winning Monica for the evening excited all of them, and I knew we would have a spirited night of poker.

Before long Monica announced that dinner was served, so we sat around the dining room table and enjoyed the excellent meal she had prepared. Monica was allowed to eat in the room with us, standing and eating from her plate on the serving board at the end of the room. We sat around the table afterward, allowing our food to settle and giving Monica a chance to remove the dishes and clean up the kitchen before moving into the living room once more to begin the card playing. My friends seemed to really be enjoying themselves and were certainly warming to the idea of having a sexy, young slave at their disposal for the weekend.

While the cards were shuffled and dealt, I invited the guys to feel free to touch Monica whenever or however they pleased, and told them that they would find her very receptive to everythingv that happened the rest of the evening. I didn't have to say any more than that, and as she moved around the table bringing us drinks and snacks, they each reached out to fondle her ass and legs and tits, allowing their hands to roam up under the short dress. Monica stood obediently still whenever she was being fondled and did not move away until she received a sign from me to do so. As I had instructed, she did not speak unless spoken to, and although it was obvious to all of us that she was extwremely excited, she stood quietly and merely closed her eyes when she was being fondled.

After a couple of rounds of being fondled, I asked Monica if she was enjoying herself.

"Oh yes, Master. Your friends are very nice, and it's so kind of you to allow me to serve them!" she replied with a smile.

"Good girl! Remove your dress and panties now, Monica," I instructed in a level voice.

Monica lifted the short dress over her head and slid the tiny panties off her ass, twistinga her hips slightly to the right and then to the left as she worked them lower and stepped out of them. Tossing the dress and panties on the floor beside her, she stood quietly allowing us all to look at her nakedness. We all stared at her with interest, and the other guys complimented her on her perky tits and her nicely trimmed bush. Upon my signal she turned around, allowing them to observe her tight, young ass which elicited more compliments from them.

"You may lay on the floor and fingear fuck yourself now, Monica," I said.

She lay on her back on the floor near the table. Opening her legs wide and bending her knees, she began rubbing her clit and working her fingers in and out of her pussy. After watching for a few moments, we continued to play cards, only occasionally glancing over at her as she fingered herself to the brink of an orgasm.

"May I pleeeeasssee cummmmmmmm now, Master!!??" she moaned.

"Do you need to come badly, my little slut?"

"Oh yesssss, Master. I need to come soooooo badddddd!!!!"

"Will you suck us all if I let you come now, little, slave-slut whore?"

"Oh yesssss, Master!!!! I love to suck cocks...please, pleaseee, let me come now. Pleassssssssseee!!!!"

"You'll crawl under the table and take our cum if I let you come now, Monica?"

"Anythingggg, Master. You know I'll do anythinggggg. Just please, oh please, let me come!!!!!!"

"You may come then my little, cocksucking slave," I said with a smile and a wink to my friends.

We all watched as Monica hunched her naked hips into the air, using both hands on her dripping wet fuck hole. With her left hand she was rubbing her clit, and she had three fingers of her right hand deep in her cunt, pumping them in and out as if she needed to be fucked more than anything else in the world.

Finally, with a loud moan, the rapid thrusting of her hips turned into a slow, rhythmic, circular hunch, and her orgasm began sweeping over her. Her moans Hbecame animal grunts and the sound of her fingers fucking in and out of her sloppy, wet hole filled the room. Finally, her grunting and fingering slowed to a stop and she collapsed, a sweaty, panting, trembling bundle of skin and juice.

We continued to play cards as she recouped her energy. After about ten minutes she crawled on her hands and knees under the table to begin her service of our cocks. I felt her mouth nibbling at my cock through my pants, but aware of the excitement of my frienmds and wanting her mouth to already be wet with cum when she sucked me, I pushed her head away toward Tony's lap who was seated to my right.

She took her time with each man, licking and kissing each dick as if it were a lollipop. She made it very obvious to each of us that cocksucking was indeed something which she did because she liked it - no, loved it - and not simply because she was my slave. Each of us in turn spilled our hot fuck into her eager mouth and felt the lingering sucking of hker mouth afterward milking and drawing every little drop of spunk from us into her hungrily.

By the time she had finished sucking us all, we had completed the previously specified number of hands and had declared a proud and happy Tony the night's winner. I explained to Tony that Monica would spend the night in the bed with him and that he could choose to sleep if he desired or he could use her in any way he chose.

"Just remember," I said with a smile, "that we have two more days to go,y and if you wind up sleeping all day tomorrow, you'll miss some fun."

While Tony contemplated his delicious dilemma, I told the group that it was still a bit early to call it a night and suggested that we each take turns fucking Monica in her bed until it got to be bedtime. They all agreed, so I sent Monica into the bedroom, instructing her to lay on her back and take us all until we decided to stop. She did as I requested, and allowing my friends to go first once more, we began filling her ciunt with cum one at a time, watching TV in the living room in between fucks, allowing our cocks to rest and our balls to refill with more cum to pump into her.

The first time I fucked her, I discovered that she had merely been fucked in her middle fuck hole by the other guys, so I, of course, reminded them that she did have two other holes in which to take cum. On my second trip into the bedroom to pump her, I discovered that they had taken my advice and her ass and mouth had both been shot intso on the second round. Gradually the guys began dropping out, Tony because he had the rest of the night, and Jack simply because he couldn't get it up any more. Mark finally decided that he was ready for bed, so I entered the bedroom for the last time to hold Monica and talk to her about the evening before sending her to Tony's bed for the night.

Realizing how dripping wet she was with sweat and cum and her own juices, I suggested that she take a warm bath following our talk so that she woul d be nice and clean for Tony.

"You've been a very obedient and extremely pleasing slave, my sweet, darling slut," I said proudly.

"Oh, Master, I've had a wonderful evening. I really wish that I could sleep in your arms tonight, but I understand your wanting to share my body with your friends. I loved the cum and the hard bodies laying on me fucking my holes with their hard cocks, and I look forward to being your slave tomorrow, as well. Thank you so much, Master, for knowing who I am and what I am, and for using me so wonderfully!"

Kissing my precious wife warmly on her full lips, I sent her off to her bath and rolling onto my side fell asleep with a contented smile on my face knowing that Tony had won the poker game of his life.

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.5 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:52:18 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

I awoke the following morning to find my cock growing hard in Monica's mouth. I pretended to be asleep and lay quietly feeling her mouth suck my thickening meat. She sucked it so lovingly and so patiently. Not as if she had a goal of making me come quickly, but as if she was simply entertaining herself. When my cock had hardened completely, she kissed her way down the shaft to my balls, and taking my cocnk in her hand, began to kiss and suck at my balls with the same kind of patience she had shown with my cock. Her hand slowly moved up and down the shaft as her kisses eventually moved below my balls, and she began to lick and suck at my asshole.

Although I tried my best to be unresponsive, wanting to allow her to continue for as long as she wished, her touch soon became more than I could stand and I began moving my hips, giving away my awakened state. While I'm sure she knew I was awake, she knever looked up, but kept trying to insert her tongue in my ass as her hand slid up and down my cock. Her strokes kept time with the movement of my hips, and as I felt myself growing nearer and nearer to orgasm, they increased their speed appropriately. Finally the warm spunk she had coaxed from my balls shot up through my shaft and shot out onto my belly and her pumping hand. She continued to lick and press her tongue at my asshole while her hand milked my cock draining every drop of cum from it.r

When my cock began to soften, she raised her head and looking in my eyes, began to lick the cum from her hand hungrily. Having cleaned her hand, her mouth moved to my belly where her tongue licked out at the gobs of white cum which lay there. When she had gotten it all, she crawled up over my body and lay atop me, kissing my neck and breathing in my ear, "Thank you, Master, for your cum."

We lay in bed for a long time that morning, both of us reliving the previous evening's excitemente in our minds and thinking about what lay ahead.

"How did your evening with Tony go?" I asked.

"Ohhh, Master, your friend, Tony, was very kind to me! He used my mouth all night long until he finally fell asleep. The first two times he simply let me suck him, but then he began fucking my mouth while he lay over me, humping his hips and thrusting his big dick into my mouth as if it were a cunt!" she explain excitedly. "And he also let me play with myself while he was using my mouth...hem's a very nice man."

"I'm glad that it went well, sweet slave," I said with a knowing smile. "Were you able to sleep any at all?"

"Yes, Master, I slept for a couple of hours, and when I woke up I wanted your cum so much. I hope you didn't mind me sneaking in here as I did."

"No, you did fine, darling girl. I'm sure Tony will be out for another hour or so anyway. He's not used to having evenings like he had last night, I'm sure."

Monica and I showered together, and I laidr out her clothes for our morning with my friends. I had chosen something which would be in one sense a bit demure when I had allowed her to wear the dress the day before. But now that she had been properly introduced to my friends as the slave-slut that she was, there was no need for as much clothing. I picked out the black garter belt, the black seamed stockings and the black high heels and laid them on the bed.

I watched Monica dress with delight. She had taken readily to all the trainineg I had given her, and the results were certainly paying off. I had made a tape many years ago which was a compilation of women putting on stockings. As a part of her training, I had allowed Monica to watch the tape and learn the proper way to hold her leg up and out and the way to point her toes as she slid each stocking up her leg. She had learned the importance of smoothing the stockings out with her hands and how to attach the garters in the most seductive of ways. And last, but not least, shes had learned how to stand and turn before the full length mirror, making sure that the seams were straight in back. I knew, and Monica was learning quickly, that the key to being a really good slave-slut was in paying attention to all the little details.

She busied herself in the kitchen preparing our breakfast while clad only in the garter belt, stockings and high heels. Slowly the other guys began to stir and to come in for their morning meal.

After breakfast, we retired to the living eroom while she cleaned up the kitchen. We discussed the previous evening, and of course, Mark and Jack were anxious to hear how Tony had enjoyed having the sexy slut in his bed for the whole night. Tony grinned like a Cheshire cat and told us about the use he made of Monica's very willing and seemingly insatiable mouth. It was obvious that the other two guys were envious and were hoping that their turn would come as well.

"Are we going to get a chance to have her for the whole night, too?" ,asked Jack.

"Well, in order to be fair about it, I want each of you to be able to spend a night with her in your bed. The only competition today will determine which of the two of you gets her tonight and which one will have to wait until tomorrow night," I explained.

"And how will we decide that?" Mark asked.

"I've invented a little electronic device that I think may prove helpful with that," I said. "I call it a Slut Meter, and it measures the strength of a slut's orgasms. At gone point in the day we will connect Monica to the Slut Meter and allow you and Jack to see which of you can provide our little slave with the strongest orgasm. The winner of that contest will have her in his bed tonight."

"Where did you ever come up with an idea for such a thing as that?" Tony asked.

I smiled proudly as I explained. "Several years ago I was invited to a party by a friend who lived in California. This friend was a doctor who was doing research on the muscles and their response to different kinds of stimuli. He showed me the device that he used and the way that he attached it to lab animals. It was really a rather simple device, mainly a series of electronic leads with sensors which attached to different parts of the animal's body and a meter which registered the movement which those muscles made. It was only after I met Monica that I began to get the idea for using such a device in measuring her orgasms. She isn't aware that I have such a thing, but she wills soon know."

"It's a bit early for that, though," I said. "We have some other things to do before we get started on that portion of the day's activities. Are you guys too worn out from yesterday for more sex now, or are you still as randy as ever?"

"Seeing Monica in that black garter belt this morning is all I needed to make me ready for more sex," sighed Jack.

"Me too!" echoed the other two men almost simultaneously.

"Good! I know Monica would be disappointed if we spent itoo much time today ignoring her. She's having a wonderful time."

Calling Monica in from the kitchen, I motioned for her to sit in the straight-backed chair I had positioned in the front of the room and stood behind her as I spoke to my friends.

"By now I'm sure you're aware that Monica is an extremely oral little slut who loves to suck cock and loves the taste of hot cum spewed into her mouth. There are still some things, however, that you don't know about Monica. One of those thingso is how much pleasure it gives me to see her perform in front of other people, and how accomplished she is becoming at it."

"Monica's training is not complete yet by a long shot, but she has learned alot about the art of being a slave, and you will notice that as she sits before you, her legs are opened wide and the lips of her trimmed cunt are easily observable. You will also notice that her hands are behind the chair as if they were tied there, and that the positioning of her hands causes h er breasts to push out toward you and gives you a good view of her nipples."

"I want her to give you a more complete view of her private parts than you have at the moment, even in her current position. Monica dear, stand in front of Tony and show him how hard your nipples can become."

Monica obediently walked over to Tony, and standing as closely as possible to him, began pinching and pulling at her nipples. Her eyes were focused directly on his eyes as her fingers worked on her nipplehs.

"Monica loves to have her nipples pinched really hard. As you will see later on during the weekend, her nipples can withstand a great deal of pressure and her pussy gets very, very wet when they are played with and used. Now...let Tony pinch them, Monica."

Monica reached out and took Tony's big, strong hands and placed them on her breasts. She kept her hands on his wrists as he kneaded her soft flesh in his palms and pulled her breasts out away from her body.

"Roll her nipplles between your thumbs and forefingers, Tony," I instructed.

He did as I had asked, and as his fingers tweaked and twirled the hard nubs, Monica's head rolled back and her eyes shut. Her hands were now rubbing his arms gently as he pinched and pulled ever harder on her lengthening nipples.

"Now, Monica dear, move over to Mark and let him see just how wet this has made your little, dirty, tramp-slut cunt."

Reluctantly she removed Tony's hands from her breasts, and moving directly gin front of Mark, she stood with her legs open. Reaching between her legs with both hands, she gripped the outer lips of her cunt and pulled them outward, exposing the inner part of her now dripping wet hole.

"Mark, notice how wet the stimulation of her nipples has made her. Look how the juices are thick inside her inner lips and how they have leaked out onto her thighs."

Mark eagerly bent down and looked closely at Monica's open and exposed cunt which she so compliantly held open for hoim.

"Pinch one of her nipples and watch as the juice begins to almost run from her hole."

Mark reached up and took her left nipple in his fingers and began to pinch really hard. He chuckled softly as the cunt juice bubbled in her middle fuck hole and began to drip onto the carpet between her legs.

"Now, Mark, take your free hand and thump her clit with your middle finger. Thump it as if you were playing caroms and trying to shoot the "shooter" carom across the board. Thump it r eally hard."

Holding his middle finger back with his thumb, Mark moved his hand close to her pussy and letting it fly with great force watched as the tip of his middle finger smacked her hard clit with an audible smack.

Monica's body jerked and her head rolled back and then forward again.

"Thump it again, harder," I instructed.

Quickly, Mark once more thumped the little slut's clit, this time eliciting a moan from her and causing her to bend her legs a bit at the knee.

h "Doesn't that hurt?" asked Jack.

"Does it hurt, Monica?" I asked teasingly.

"Yesssss, Master. It does hurt. Very much!" she breathed.

"Do you want us to stop doing that, Monica?" I asked.

"Nooooooo, Master, pleasssse don't stop thumping my hard, slut clit! It makes my pussy tingle so!!!"

Smiling at the three of my friends, I told Mark to continue thumping her clit and to note what happened to her juice flow as he did. I also suggested to Tony that he take over frotm Mark and pinch both of Monica's nipples for her while Mark was thumping her. Monica's fingers were pulling at her cunt lips now, stretching them and rubbing them.

"Monica, let Mark slide the fingers from his free hand up your twat now and reach back and expose your asshole to Jack by pulling open your ass cheeks. Jack, why don't you move around behind her so you can see how her ass cheeks clinch every time Mark thumps her clit? You might also notice her asshole opening and closing."

i Jack moved around behind the now trembling little slave and watched as she spread the cheeks of her ass open wide, allowing him to see her asshole plainly. Mark began inserting his fingers in her deliciously juicy cunt and pumped them in and out of her as he continued to thump her clit with the middle finger from his other hand.

"Ohhhhhh, Master!!!!...it feels soooooooo good!!! Please may I have something in my ass, Master?"

"Wet your finger with some of the juice on her thigh and slihde it up inside her ass, Jack. I'll get something she'll like even better than your finger while you get her lubricated."

Having said that, I walked to the bedroom and returned with the small dildo which Monica had become accustomed to having placed in her ass each night before she was allowed to sleep. Handing it to Jack, I instructed him to insert it slowly after coating the tip in some of the juice that was puddled on the floor between her legs.

"That's it. Now fuck it in and out o f her ass like a cock...she loves it!"

"Unnnnngggggh!!! Yesssssss!!" Monica moaned as she felt the dildo being fucked in and out of her ass. "More!!!...please give me more!!!!"

The sight was more than I could bear, and I took my throbbing cock from my pants and began to stroke it as I watched the three men using my nearly naked wife in front of me. Her head was rolling in small circles now, and her moans and cries came nearly continuously now. I knew her orgasm was not far away. Shre stood with her knees bent and her hips fucking back and forth on the hard intruders in her cunt and ass. Tony's fingers were pulling and pinching her hard nipples violently now as the other two men fucked her.

"Pleassssssse, Master!!! May I come now??!!! Pleasssssse!!!"

My own orgasm was not far away either, and I was silent only for a moment before shouting out breathlessly, "Yes, precious tramp slut whore, come for the men who are watching and using you! Come like the trembling fruck hole that you are!! Come now!!!!"

Her fingers dug hard into the cheeks of her ass and her hips pumped even more rapidly as the moans she had been emitting turned into a high pitched scream. Her extremely strong orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, and in the middle of it, she lost her balance and had to reach out to grab the shoulders of Tony and Mark to keep from falling. As her passion slowly subsided, she stood erect once more, and placing her hands behind her head her breathy voiace asked weakly, "Master, may I sit?"

"You may kneel in front of me and lick up the cum that I spilt on my thighs and stomach, Monica. And when that is done, you may rest."

The four of us sat quietly while Monica completed her assigned task. We had all been witness to a very special moment. A moment which would normally be a very private moment for a woman, but which for this woman had been shared with four men. When she had finished licking up my cum she sat in the submissive positsion she had been taught on the floor at my feet, her head bowed. For a long time none of us spoke. To a man, we were all still a bit in awe of the passion we had just witnessed. And we knew there was more to come.

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.6 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:52:47 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

As I sat in the chair with Monica sitting beside me in the floor it slowly dawned on me that my three friends still had needs. They had been so busy working on Monica that they hadn't had the chance that I had to come. There could be little question of them needing it. Not after having seen Monica come so strongly only moments before.

"Monica, our friends no doubt have cum to dump," I said matter-of - factly.

"How may I serve you, Master?" she asked submissively.

"How many holes do you have, Monica?"

"I have three fuck holes, Master."

"And how many of your slut, fuck holes are empty at the moment, Monica?"

"They are all empty, Master," she replied with a sigh.

"And how many cocks do our friends have, my little whore?"

"Three, Master!...three wonderful cocks!" she beamed.

"I want you to take our friends into our bed, Monica. And I want you to tnake one cock in each hole and let them all three fuck you at the same time until they spew their hot cum into you. Would you like that?"

"Yesssssss, Master!!...I need to be fucked so badly, Master, and I love cocks so very much!! Pleassssse may I take them all now?"

As she spoke the desires of her body, her hand moved between her legs and began rubbing her clit.

"Yes, Monica...do it now....take all three of them, and fuck them well...and when you are done, come tell me which man shot his cum in which of your holes."

She rose slowly, and walking over to the men and stroking Tony's cheek, said sexily, "My Master is allowing me to be the receptacle for your cum....please come dump it into my eager holes!"

With that, she walked toward the bedroom, her naked ass swaying deliciously as she moved. My friends followed almost as if in a trance, shaking their heads in disbelief as they walked behind her.

While Monica was serving our friends, I took the time to plani the activities for the rest of the day. I had just about decided to go set up the Slut Meter when the phone rang.

"Master!..he was called out of town unexpectedly on business, and won't be home until tomorrow at lunch! May I serve you in some way?" Donna's wonderfully sexy voice crooned her request.

"Hi, Donna. You did right in calling me. However, I have some guests over, and I'm not sure that this is the right time for me to....no, wait a minute..I think it would be great for you tto come over today!...yes, it will work out just fine. Dress in something very sexy and come over at about 2:00...that should give us time to finish lunch, OK?"

"Ohhhh, yes!! Master, I'm so glad that you can use me. I'll see you at 2:00 then!!" she responded excitedly.

Hanging up the phone, the wheels really began to turn in my mind now. The unexpected, but delightful, addition of Donna to the day's activities would make for some interesting changes in the plans I had made. Very, dvery interesting!

I hadn't been off the phone with Donna long when Monica walked in and stood before me. Her hair was disheveled and there was a spot of cum still on her chin.

"Master, our guests have fed me their cum. Will it please you for me to give my report now?" she asked obediently.

"Yes, Monica, admit to me how your slut body has been used," I replied firmly.

"I was fucked thoroughly in all my holes, Master. Tony gave me his cock in my asshole, Jack shot a large ahmount of cum into my mouth and Mark fucked my slut cunt. All my holes have been sprayed well with their fuck as you requested."

"I can see the cum on your chin, Monica. Open your mouth and let me see if there is cum remaining there," I instructed.

Bending over in front of me and opening her mouth wide, she allowed me to search for traces of sperm in her mouth. I found much more than traces, and realized that she was awaiting my permission to swallow Jack's fuck.

"You may swallouw now, Monica," I said.

"Thank you Master," she said, and I watched as she swallowed the large gobs of his cum down her throat.

"Now, open your cunt for me and let me check for cum there, Monica."

She obediently opened her legs and bent at the knee, pulling her lips out and letting me look into the opening of her cunt. There was cum there, as well.

"Yes, I can see it....now turn around and show me your bottom fuck hole."

Her ass cheeks still were a bit red from her a ss fucking, and when she bent over there was white cum still oozing out of her hole.

"You have pleased your Master, Monica...you may go prepare lunch for us now."

"Would my Master like for me to clean up first?" she asked.

"No, leave their cum in your holes for now...just go fix lunch as I asked," I said rather sternly.

"Of course, Master," she replied and went into the kitchen to prepare our mid-day meal.

Later on, after we had all eaten and Monica had cleaned up the kitchen, we gathered in the living room once more.

"What do you have planned for us this afternoon?" asked Jack.

Looking at my watch, I replied happily, "I have a special treat for you this afternoon. A treat which Monica isn't even aware that I'm going to be able to provide. While the three of you were using my little slave so adequately earlier, the phone rang. It was a new friend of our's named Donna who was calling to ask if she could come over to visit today."

I looked at Monica and noticed the small grin that appeared on her face. I smiled back at her and continued. "One of the things about Monica that you've not had the opportunity to observe yet is that she is being trained to be bi as well as being allowed to enjoy the pleasures that men can provide. I thought you might find a little show by two bi-sluts interesting entertainment this afternoon."

This announcement brought big smiles to the faces of our friends and excited jabbering about how they had alwahys wanted to experience what we were going to be able to provide for them.

"Is this Donna a lesbian, or what?" asked Tony

"No, Donna is a slave-slut just as Monica is," I replied patiently. "But to answer your question more completely and honestly, I will say that Donna really finds being with Monica extremely exciting and enjoy's dominating her, while Monica is at the moment learning the world of the bi-slave, and is predominantly participating in bi-sexual activities merely to please moe. I think you will find, though, that it is difficult to tell that by the responsiveness which Monica displays. It should be quite exciting."

Just then the door bell rang and I opened it, inviting Donna into the living room. She was dressed in a lovely, red, wrap-around dress which came just above her knees and red high heels. Monica sat obediently on the floor with her head bowed as I introduced Donna to the men. Following the routine round of name giving, I stood beside Donna with my arim around her waist and said, "This afternoon Donna will be submissive to me, but dominant with Monica. That will in effect make Monica the slave of a slave, which is of course a very submissive position to assume. Donna will do everything which I tell her to do, but she will also be free to direct Monica to do anything which she might desire for her to do."

I could feel Donna's body begin to tremble as I talked. "Until you are told otherwise, I would appreciate it if you would merely observe our two slave-sluts as they perform for you...of course, you may feel free to masturbate at any time if you feel the need...which I expect you may very well do," I continued.

Turning to address Donna, I directed her to stand in front of the three men and lift her dress to her waist, displaying her legs and panties to them. She slid the soft material up slowly revealing her lovely legs which were encased in tan nylons and held up by a pretty, red garter belt. Her panties were red, as well, asnd barely covered her sparsely-haired pussy.

"Now, show our guests your nipples, Donna," I commanded.

Dropping her dress, she opened the top and pulled it to the sides. She wore no bra, and her nipples had already grown nearly a half-inch long. The contrast between her full, round breasts and Monica's smaller ones was not lost on our guests, who whistled with appreciation.

"Monica, remove Donna's dress for her now," I directed.

Rising eagerly, Monica moved to Donna, and staonding behind her in order to allow our guests to see, reached around to untie the belt holding Donna's dress together, and opened it. She then slid it gently off her body, kissing her shoulders and back as the material fell away. She folded the dress neatly and laid it on the table next to the couch.

"Monica, greet Donna properly now and tell her who you are."

Monica moved back to Donna, and sitting in front of her in the submissive position so familiar to us all by now, said with her hetad bowed, "I am your slave-slut, Mistress Donna, and I am pleased that you are here to use me in whatever way you choose. May I rise and kiss you please?"

Looking at me for approval and receiving it, Donna began to assume her role as Monica's mistress. "Yes, slave...rise and give yourself to me," she said with authority.

Monica stood and, pressing her body against Donna's, kissed her with open mouth, running her hands over Donna's back and squeezing her ass through the red panties. Dponna returned her kiss enthusiastically and pulled her submissive body tightly against her own.

The sight of the two garter-belt-clad women locked in a deep kiss in front of them was beginning to have an affect on the three men, and I watched with a smile as I saw them licking their lips and beginning to rub their cocks through their pants.

Donna's hands now moved to Monica's head and pressed it downward toward her chest. Monica kissed her way along Donna's neck and across her chest to her breasts, taking the right one in her mouth and sucking on it delightedly. Donna ran her hands through Monica's short hair as she suckled her tit. Moving her head back some now, Monica took the hardening nipple between her lips and sucked on it, feeling it grow longer and harder. Her teeth pulled and bit at it, eliciting a moan from her mistress. Donna was breathing hard now and her voice broke as she gave her slave the next command.

"Take my panties off, Monica, and lick me...now!!"

n Reluctantly leaving Donna's beautiful breasts, Monica kissed her way down the flat belly, her hands moving to the pretty and now soaking wet panties covering Donna's aching cunt. She slid them down the sexy legs and tossed them aside as her mouth moved to the wet pleasure pit in front of her. Donna opened her legs wider and pressed Monica's face against her crotch.

Reaching out to pick up the pretty panties which had landed near my feet, I held them to my face to smell the aroma of Donna'fs cunt juice and then tossed them across the room to the other men. They in turn sniffed the crotch, smiling at the soaked fabric and the delightful smell.

Monica was now eating Donna eagerly, licking her slit from her asshole to her clit, and Donna was humping her hips with earnest. I watched as Monica's right hand moved between her own legs and began to rub her hard clit. Donna had noticed, as well.

"Ohhh, so the little slave-slut is getting off on eating pussy, is she?" Donna aske d in mock disgust. "In that case, lay down on your back and open your legs for the men so they can see you finger your slave-slut hole, you tramp!"

"Yessss, Mistress!" Monica replied and lay back on her back spreading her legs with her pussy pointed at the three men on the couch. Her right hand began a circular motion at the top of her slit, rubbing her hard clit furiously. "Please, Mistress, please give your slave the pussy she loves to eat so much. Pleassse let your slave eat it some mor e!" she begged.

Kneeling over her, Donna lowered her hips to Monica's face, rubbing her sopping wet pussy against her open mouth, and began pinching and pulling at her left nipple with one hand and on one of Monica's nipples with the other hand.

"Yessss, lick back further....just like that...yessss, slave!! Lick my asshole!...stick your tongue inside my asssss!!!" Donna moaned.

My poker partners now had their cocks out and were stroking them earnestly, excited tremendously by the tlwo bi-sluts who were so eagerly enjoying each other in front of them. I, too, was aroused, but needed to relieve myself before really being able to enjoy masturbating. Rising with my semi-hard cock poking out of my open fly, I moved to the two women and straddled Monica, sticking my cock in Donna's open mouth as she knelt above her face. Slowly the stream of piss began to run from my cock into Donna's willing mouth, and she swallowed quickly trying to catch it all. Unconcerned about whether she co uld swallow it fast enough or if some would leak out onto Monica's writhing body beneath her, I let the piss flow as it might. Donna tried valiantly, but some spurted out of her mouth and splashed onto Monica's chest and face. When I was done, I wiped my wet cockhead on Donna's cheeks and moved back to my seat and began to masturbate in earnest.

Such a degree of submissiveness was obviously new to our guests, and two of them were experiencing strong orgasms as they watched Donna licking her klips with delight at being fed my urine. It was obvious that they were enjoying what they were seeing.

Supporting herself with her left hand and leaning forward, Donna began to slide two of her fingers into Monica's dripping wet cunt alongside the two of Monica's that were already there. As Monica pulled her's hard to the top of her slit, Donna pushed her's hard to the bottom, spreading it open wider and wider, stretching it, making it ready for even more. Monica moaned and worked yet anothetr of her fingers into her hole, inviting Donna to do the same. When Donna's third finger was added to the five fingers already there, Monica's ass began humping up into the air and she began fucking herself hard against the six intruder's.

Unable to see the finger fucking, although instinctively aware of what was taking place, my eyes were fixed on Donna's rising and falling ass as she humped herself on Monica's face. Reaching out with my bare foot, I rested it on Monica's forehead and begana to press my big toe against Donna's exposed anus. As I pressed it harder and harder against her, she fucked herself back on it with more insistence until it popped into her ass noisily. I shoved it in with all my might as my own orgasm began, powerful spurts of semen erupting from my dick and shooting out onto Donna's ass in front of me.

Before my cock had finished jerking, the two slave-sluts in front of me had also begun to come, and their cries and moans soon resulted in our third male gruest spilling his cum into his lap.

Monica continued to lick up the leaking fuck from Donna's cunt long after her orgasm had ended until finally Donna rolled off of her juice- drenched body and lay beside her. They lay, untouching, while their breathing returned to normal, and then I watched with pleasure as they almost simultaneously turned toward each other and began to kiss once more. This time the kisses were softer, gentler, filled with deeper emotion than before. I was glad that Donna thad been able to come over. And I knew I was not alone.

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.7 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:53:17 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

All three men expressed delight in the performance they had just witnessed. It had been a very sensual and submissively beautiful thing to watch...the girls had done well. So well that I suggested that they be allowed some private time together before we had dinner and began the evening's activities.

"Monica, take Donna to our bedroom so the two of you can spend the next couple of hours cleaning up and relaxing. Donna may help you prepare dinner for us. Make sure that all your holes are clean and ready for the rest of the evening. I'll lay out some clothes for you later on."

"Thank you, Master. And thank you for allowing Donna to come visit us...it's going to be such a wonderful evening. I just know!"

Monica and Donna both came over and kissed me warmly before retiring to the Master bedroom to do as I had instructed them to do. I found the Lakers/Celtics game on the TV for tehe other guys and began assembling the necessary items for the Slut Meter competition that would occur later on that night.

I had not completed the renovation of the basement, but it was beginning to take shape nicely. I had recognized the need for a special room for training and disciplining Monica and had just about completed that part of the renovation. It was in that room that I set up the Slut Meter. The room was a good sized one, allowing for the inclusion of a king size bed and stilla leaving room for the whipping post, the spanking horse, the desk and the couch. I debated for a while about whether to set the meter up at the desk or at the bed, finally deciding that for the comfort of those who would be using her, the bed would be the better choice.

The Slut Meter was set up on a rolling stand which made it rather easy to move around. It was mainly an electronic monitoring device with a monitor and the necessary dials to set the sensitivity and to turn the meter on and o ff. The screen showed the rise and fall of the readings in a graph format. Attached to the monitor were eight leads which would be attached to Monica's body. There were two leads which would be attached to her ass cheeks, measuring the amount of clenching which occurred during her orgasms. In addition, there were two leads which would be attached to her belly just above her pubic area which were sensitive enough to pick up the trembling in that area. There was a lead for each of her breasts whicth were a bit different from the others. They were cone shaped with cut outs for her nipples and fit over her breasts, still allowing room for the stimulation of the nipples. The seventh lead was attached to her neck, reading the tightening of the neck muscles. The eighth and final lead had a thermometer-type attachment which was to be placed in her mouth. In addition to reading her body temperature, it would monitor the amount of saliva in her mouth at any particular time.

I was rather proaud of the device I had invented. It had the flexibility of either displaying the reading from each individual lead or combining them all into a graphic display with the normal resting state of a person as the lower reading on the scale and the level of excitement which could be dangerous to a person as the top level of the scale.

After I was sure that the meter itself was ready for our use, I changed the sheets on the bed and checked the plastic mattress protector which kept the mattress fromr being stained by her copious juices. I had thought about putting such protectors on all the beds, but decided against it. There were times when it would have been nice to have had them and when they were needed, but this bed usually was the one which seemed to get soaked more completely than the others. It embarrassed Monica that such a thing was needed, but of course, the way her pussy literally poured out its juice was something which I enjoyed very much about her. The other sluts who were alleowed to eat her seemed to like it very much, too.

Satisfied that all was in order, I went back upstairs to see how the girls were progressing. When I walked into the living room, I was surprised to see Donna on her knees in front of Jack sucking his cock. The poor darling just couldn't stand all the excitement and needed to be fed. I smiled at the guys who seemed to be more interested in the ballgame on TV and went on into the bedroom to check on Monica.

She was laying on her stomach o n the bed with her hand between her legs fingering herself. I lay beside her and rubbed my hand over her ass cheeks as I talked to her.

"Hi precious...I see you are feeling horny again...do you know that your little friend, Donna, is in the living room sucking Jack's cum into her hungry mouth?"

"Yessss, Master....she told me she had to have some cum...she got so horny when I was washing her body off! I told her that you might not like her doing that without your permission, but she saiud she couldn't help it. Then I started thinking about how you might punish her for sucking someone's cock like that and....well, I'm sorry, Master, but I just got sooooo hot!!"

"I understand, Monica...but you might also give some thought to what is going to happen to you in just a little bit. I'm going to hook you up to the Slut Meter downstairs and let everyone have a crack at you, you know."

"Unnnnngggggghhhhh!!!!!" she moaned, and her hips rose and fell quickly as the orgasm swept gover her. The mention of the Slut Meter and everyone using her was all it took to bring her to a climax. I squeezed her ass cheeks tightly and kissed her mouth as she came, loving the hunger that I sensed in her body and her kiss.

When she had calmed down, I kissed her again gently and went back into the living room to see if Donna had finished yet. She was just rising and running her tongue over her lips with a big smile on her face.

"Come along, Donna. I need to talk to you and Monoica for a moment before we go downstairs," I said.

Donna followed me into the bedroom. Once inside, I shut the door behind her and turning her by the shoulders to face me, spoke to her sternly.

"Donna...I know that you are a hungry little cock-sucking slut. And I know that you do have needs from time to time and that those needs do include being fed cum. But you have displeased me by assuming that while in my home you have the right to suck whatever cock you may choose to suck. I'll udecide when you are to suck cocks and whose cocks you will suck. Do you understand?"

She trembled slightly in my hands and bowed her head as she replied. "Yes, Master...I'm very sorry, Master. But Monica excited me so much, and you were not here to ask....but I know I did wrong and I will accept whatever punishment you choose to give me. Please don't be too severe, though!"

"In the future you will do better I'm sure, Donna. For the moment there will be no punishment for you. Howeveur, you will please me totally the rest of the day or there will be severe punishment for you. Later you will have the opportunity to make Monica come while she is attached to the Slut Meter. I am putting you on notice right now that I expect a really high reading from the time that you spend with her. You know that I'm training her to enjoy other women, and I'm counting on you to have a high score in the competition with the other men. Do you understand?" I asked.

"Ohhhh, thank you, Master!! ...yes, I understand completely, and I'll do my very best with her. You know that. I love to kiss her juicy pussy, and I just know I can please you. I can't wait!"

Releasing her and addressing both of the slave-sluts, I told them to both douche once more and advised Donna to brush her teeth and use a mouthwash. When they had finished, I checked their pussies to see if they were nice and fresh and examined Donna's mouth for traces of cum. Determining that they were clean enough, I had them pdut on high heels and the matching wrap around satin gowns that just barely covered their asses and led them back into the living room.

"Gentlemen, its time for the Slut Meter competition to begin. We will start by a tour of the training room and an explanation of how the equipment works, and then the actual competition will commence. Please follow me."

I led them all to the basement and showed them the room I had prepared for Monica's training, explaining the usage of all the amenitiees. It was the first time Donna had seen the room, too, and I could tell that it made her very wet to think about its use. She grabbed me by the arm and held me close to her as I talked about the whipping post and the spanking horse and explained that the desk and couch were both used for various training routines, as well. I could tell that they were all especially impressed with the Slut Meter itself and were anxious to see it in use. Monica was terribly embarrassed by the whole situation and ke pt her head bowed practically the whole time.

"Do you want to be used by all of us on this bed, Monica?" I asked teasingly.

"Master....you know this room frightens me...but you also know that I love to please you and that I will do anything you ask of me."

Turning to Donna I said, "Donna, I think Monica is more excited than she would like for us to believe. Open her cunt lips to see if she is wet yet."

Donna did as I had directed, and withdrawing three fingers from Monica'sr hole, showed us how covered with juice they were. "Master, you're quite right...she has a very wet and excited pussy."

"Yes, I thought so. Now Monica, lay on your back on the bed while I attach the equipment to you."

The others watched with interest as Monica removed her gown and lay on the big bed. I pulled the wrist and ankle cuffs from their attached positions at the corners of the bed and bound her securely. Then, taking the leads one set at a time, I connected them to the variouhs parts of her body, explaining how they functioned as I worked. When all the leads had been attached, I turned on the monitor and showed her current level of excitement.

"You see, the monitor is already revealing a rather high state of excitement for our little slave-slut. Donna, rub Monica's clit slightly so that we can watch the line move up the scale." Donna did as requested and the thin, white line moved upward jerkily.

"Now that you see how the meter works, do you have any quest ions about the competition?" I asked.

There were quite a few questions, mostly concerning what was allowed and what was prohibited as far as using her was concerned. I explained that there was not really anything which was prohibited, other than the inflicting of pain of any kind. I further explained that each of us would have forty-five minutes with her after which I would come down and read the meter and reset it for the next person. This would also give her approximately ten minutes of retst in between each session. There were questions, also, about whether or not the first person would have an advantage over the others, but I explained that while it might be true that the first person to fuck her might have a slight advantage, that it was, also, true that those who followed might have an advantage if her state of excitement grew as we went along. The only fair thing to do was to draw straws to see who got to fuck her first, which we did. Jack got to go first, followed by Tony, meT, Donna and then Mark.

"OK, lets leave Jack and Monica alone and gather in the living room to wait our turn," I said. Then, setting the timer which would automatically turn off the meter after forty-five minutes and which would ring a bell to signal the end of his time, I followed the others upstairs.

Still concerned that she had displeased me, Donna sat obediently on the floor in front of me with her head resting on my leg. She ran her hand slowly up and down her bent leg in a sensuou s manner that I always enjoyed watching. It was a habit with her, and she seemed to do it very often when she was sitting. Under circumstances such as these, she rubbed it all the way to the top of her leg. In situations where she was dressed, she seldom went above the hem of her skirt. It was always very sexy.

The TV was on, and we all sat rather quietly, each of us thinking about what we would do when it was our turn with Monica and no doubt wondering just what Jack was doing with her att that moment. After what seemed quite a long time, the timer sounded and I went downstairs to reset the meter.

"I don't know how I scored," said Jack, "but she certainly seemed excited enough! That was great!"

"I'm sure you did well, Jack, but you won't know the results until the final tabulation when everyone is through. See you upstairs in a minute," I said.

Monica was still trembling a bit from her time with Jack as I check the leads to make sure they were all attached firmlty. I took the sensor from her mouth and kissed her tenderly and wiped some of the sweat from her forehead. Replacing it, I saved Jack's scores and reset the controls for Tony. Giving each of Monica's hard nipples a quick pinch, I left her and went back upstairs.

"Tony....your turn, buddy!" I said, and Tony eagerly went off to do his part in exciting my beautiful slave-slut. Jack was talking about how it had gone with him.

"The thing in her mouth bothered me a little bit. I wanted to kiss her and thought about feeding her my cock in her mouth, but wasn't sure if I could remove it or not. So I concentrated mostly on her cunt and asshole. Should I have removed the mouth lead?" he asked.

"Well, you could have...or you could have, also, kissed her or fucked her mouth with the sensor still in there. The presence of it might excite her even more. We should have covered that, I guess, but then being able to improvise and adapt to circumstances is part of the test, I guess," I said.

Jack smiled warmly and replied, "Well, it was great anyway, and maybe I'll get another chance some day. I sure hope so."

"Well, she's only 29 now, Jack. She's got lots of years of fucking ahead of her. I'm sure you'll have other chances as the years go by," I assured him.

Time passed even more slowly for me this time, since I was the next in line. But finally Tony's time was up and once more I went downstairs, pleased that I wouldn't have to come back up as soon this tsime.

"First time I've even fucked anyone when they were tied to a bed," Tony said with a big smile. "That was really something. Have fun with her....see you back upstairs when you're done."

"OK, Tony...wish me luck!" I said and performed the required resetting of the meter. This time I didn't even look at Monica until I had finished the work and had stripped naked. I stood with my back to her and ran my hand up and down my cock to make sure it would be good and hard when I turned to tface her.

I walked over to the side of the bed to check the leads, talking to her softly about what each lead registered and what a slut she was to lay there bound and naked with all these things attached to her. Then reaching out to stroke her clit gently with my fingers, I continued to talk to her.

"Two men have just finished fucking you, Monica. They fucked you and spilled their cum into you while you are tied to this big bed and hooked to this machine which measures just what a sluwt you are. Your body is sweaty and still hot from taking their fuck meat, and you're going to take my meat, as well. Then when I'm done feeding you my cum, that pretty, little nurse is going to come down here and do whatever she likes to you. You're actually going to let another woman see you tied like this and you're going to come for her, too."

As I talked and rubbed her clit, Monica's breathing grew heavier and more labored and her hips began lifting from the bed, trying to hunch her hacrd clit against my fingers.

"Look at you fucking your cunt up in the air like a nymphomaniac whore. You love it. You love being fucked and used and turned into a dirty, little, tramp slave-slut."

Her first orgasm began, and when it did, I reached out for her nipples and began pulling and pinching them roughly. I wanted to keep her close to the edge after her climax and focused all my efforts on doing that.

"How was Jack's cock, Monica? You liked Jack's big cock, didn't you, banby? And Tony's...oh yes, Tony's cock...you had them both, you little slut. You took both of them in your little fuck hole."

She kept her hips up as much as possible in her tied position and ground her hips in a slow, circular, fucking motion as I spoke to her, still breathing heavily and now moving her head from side to side. I slid my fingers lower now and let two of them slip inside her drenched and well-fucked cunt. When they were completely covered with her own and the other mens' fuck j'uices, I moved them to her mouth, and removing the sensor, slid them inside her mouth, feeding her the fuck.

"Here, my little, slave-slut-whore. Here, eat your own cunt juice and the cum from the two men. I know you love the taste of pussy, and I know how much you love the taste and smell of cum...eat it!"

She licked hungrily at my fingers, and when she had almost cleaned them, I moved them back to her hole and got more juices for her. I only let her have a slight taste this time and riubbed the rest of the fuck all over her face, concentrating on the area under her nose so that she could smell the result of her sluttishness. I also rubbed a large amount on her forehead, aware that simply the presence of the fuck juice there would remind her of who she is.

Still pinching her hard nipples, I put my right hand back at her cunt and slid three fingers in and began fucking them in and out in earnest. "I'm going to give you my whole hand, Monica. The whole hand is going up insigde your dripping, wet slut-cunt." Having forewarned her, I inserted a fourth finger and heard her begin to climax once more.

"Yes, my precious, little cunt, you want the whole hand, don't' you? You want to be fist-fucked, don't you? Tell me you want it. Let me hear you grunt out the words!!"

"Yessssss....fist-fuck my slut-cunt!!" she hissed. "Fist-fuck me...fist-fuck me...fist-fuck meeeeeeeee!!"

"No!..you're too fucking wet to be fist-fucked," I said. Then removing my four fningers, I rubbed more juice onto her face.

"Pleasssssee, Master!! Please fist-fucccckkkkkkk meeeeeeee!!!" she moaned.

I put the sensor back into her mouth, which was now wet with cum, cunt juice and her own saliva, and crawled up onto the bed with her, squatting over her face to allow her to lick my ass. My hands moved back to her still hunching bottom. Careful not to disturb the sensors attached to her ass cheeks, I slid my left hand under her ass and began pressing my middle finger lagainst her asshole. Then with the right hand, I slid the four fingers back inside her once more, hearing her moan excitedly as I did so.

"Tongue my asshole, Monica...tongue it deep for me!!" I commanded. I felt her tongue press even more insistently at my anus and smiled at the eagerness she displayed to do it.

Pressing all my fingers hard to the bottom of her cunt, I rubbed my thumb against her clit rapidly and then slid it downward to touch the tips of my other fingers. Then pressineg firmly inward I fed her more and more of my hand until with a sloppy, popping sound the entire hand slid into her cunt.

"Unnnnnnggggghhhhh!!!" she said, and thrust her hips upward violently. I pressed the middle finger of my left hand deep in her ass as I pressed my hand back to the back of her cunt and began to rub her cervix with the tips of my fingers. Then I began a slow fucking in and out of my arm, fisting her firmly.

Suddenly her whole body tensed and her hips flew up and stoppped at the top of their restricted travel as her next orgasm began sweeping over her. When she began to slow, I took my hand slowly out of her cunt and removed the long finger from her ass and turned around to kneel over her chest. Holding the cunt juice covered hand up for her to see, I talked to her once more.

"Look at my hand, Monica. The hand that was just inside your fuck hole. Look how big it is, how covered it is with your juice and the cum of the men who fucked you." Then rubbing my hand in her hair to clean it, I held up the middle finger of the left hand. "This finger was in your ass, Monica. It was deep in your little asshole. And now you get to lick it clean." I pressed it against her lips and slid it into her mouth, watching as she licked it eagerly.

"Now you get what you've been wanting all night, Monica. I know who you are. I know how much you love cocksucking. So now you get to suck my cock. Now you get to have my cum fed to you."

I slid my rock h ard fuck meat into her mouth, pressing the sensor to the side. It stretched her mouth to take both my cock and the sensor, and I knew that it would make her even more hot to know that she was sucking me while the sensor was in her mouth.

As my thick cock slid deeply into her mouth and throat, I reached back behind me to rub her clitoris with my left hand. I knew that my time was almost up and wanted to make sure that I came before I had to go back upstairs. So I began fucking her mouth with tlong, deep thrusts holding her head up with my right hand as my left rubbed her clit. I knew she would get off on sucking me, and it wasn't long before yet another orgasm swept over her. When it did, I stopped holding back my own orgasm and allowed the pent-up cum to shoot out in to her mouth. I pulled my cock back as I came in order that most of the cum would land near the sensor rather than shoot down her throat.

Just as the last huge glob of cum shot from my cock, the timer sounded its adlarm, and I withdrew my cock from her mouth and rubbed the last drop of cum from my cock on her chin. I wanted Donna, who was next in line, to have a bit of a remembrance from me when she began with Monica.

"You're a wonderful slut, you precious girl," I said, smiling at her, and then quickly reset the machine and dressed. I met Donna outside the door waiting patiently.

"She's all your's, baby. And remember now...I'm expecting a really good score from you. Make my little slut whimperu and moan!"

"Yes, Master...I can hardly wait!" Donna replied. Squeezing her left ass cheek with my hand, I shooed her into the room and shut the door gently behind her. Just before returning upstairs, I checked to make sure that the hidden video camera was still functioning properly. Satisfied that it was, I joined my friends in the living room.

Later, after the alarm had sounded one more time, I found Donna looking almost as well-used as Monica. Obviously, the time she had spent withs Monica had been very exciting for her, regardless of how high her score happened to have been. She was still trembling slightly from her own orgasms, and I suggested to her that she compose herself on the couch while I reset the machine. I found Monica to be still very excited by her situation, and as I looked her over to check the attachment of the leads, I found that her body was fairly drenched now in sweat and cunt juice and cum. Giving her a tender kiss and noticing the taste of pussy juice on her lips, I left her once more and led Donna back up the stairs. As Donna and I walked together, I slid my hand between her legs from behind and found that she was still dripping wet. Three of my fingers slid easily into her empty hole. She moaned slightly, but continued to walk as I kept the fingers inside her, even after we had moved into the living room.

I stood with my fingers still inside Donna and told Mark that it was now his turn. Excusing the two of us, I then led Donna into thei bedroom as Mark left to go downstairs. Finding Donna in the state she was in, was just more than I saw any need to pass up, and I wanted to play with her for a bit while Mark was fucking my wife.

Donna could have used more than forty-five minutes, but then it wasn't really her need that was the highest priority at the moment. Laying her on the bed, I allowed her to masturbate while I stripped and then fucked her hard and long bringing us both to strong climaxes. I was anxious to see how thee scores came out. Still, it was with mixed emotions that I heard the alarm sound indicating that our competition had ended. I would have enjoyed a bit more time with Donna, and I hoped I'd be able to get it soon.

I asked the rest of the group to wait in the living room while I compiled the results of the competition and removed Monica from her bonds. After removing the ankle and wrist cuffs, I held Monica tightly for a long time, letting her come back down from the continuous sexual excitem hours. When she had composed herself a bit, I then washed her face and body gently with a warm washcloth and allowed her to put the gown back on. She waited patiently for me while I read the reports from the Slut Meter and wrote down the scores. When I had finished, we began to leave the room, but I stopped her and turned her to me as I said, "Monica...we'll talk more about all of this after the weekend is over, but I need to tell you righot now how very much I love you, and how much it has meant to me for you to be so wonderful about all of this. I know that you've enjoyed it, too, but I've asked alot of you in the last two days, and you've performed superbly."

Still weak and slightly trembling, she merely hugged me tightly and smiled warmly at my words. Then placing my arm gently around her waist and clutching the compilation of scores in my left hand, I led her back to the living room to join the others.

"Well, I knowl you are all interested in the results of our afternoon's activities. One result is pretty obvious, and I think as you look at Monica standing beside me, you can see that she has had a wonderful, but tiring time. I'm proud to announce that I had the best score. I suppose it's not too surprising that I did since Monica is my wife and I do know her and her needs better than the rest of you. But still, we all know the power of "strange" sex, and it's quite a compliment to me to have won. Of course cneither Donna nor I are actually in the running for the prize to be awarded, that of having Monica in our bed for the night, so the second place winner will be awarded that prize. It's my pleasure to announce that second place goes to Mark, third to Tony, fourth to Jack, and fifth to Donna."

Mark was, of course, thrilled to be the winner, and while the others were somewhat disappointed that they didn't win, I know they were glad to see Mark have his chance with Monica for the night.

"To
perhaps put our scores in their proper perspective, I'll give you the total compiled score for each of us. This score is a weighted average of all the maximum levels attained by each sensor. The highest possible score that can be obtained without endangering Monica is a score of 245. My score was 200. Mark scored 155, Tony 135, Jack 130 and Donna 95. You are all to be congratulated on giving Monica so much satisfaction. You may find it interesting to know that on several occasions when I have a ttached Monica to the meter and allowed her to masturbate, she has never scored higher than 120."

I turned to Donna and spoke directly to her. "Donna, you might notice that your score with Monica is less than she is able to achieve on her own. I'm quite displeased with your performance, and you will spend the rest of the evening with me in order that I can properly express my displeasure and perhaps discover why your score was so low."

Readdressing my comments to the remainder of the grooup, I continued. "Mark will no doubt want Monica to be well-rested when she joins him in his bed tonight, and she's had quite a busy day. I think it would be well if she is allowed to clean up and take a nap for a few hours to assure that she will be pleasing to him tonight. Donna will prepare our supper, and following supper, you are all free to relax in whatever way you choose while Monica sleeps and while I concern myself with Donna's dismal performance this afternoon. Thank you for your effoorts today. It's been great fun."

A full description of what took place between Donna and I the rest of the day and on through the night is another story in itself which perhaps I will share sometime in the future. Needless to say, she was well disciplined and punished. I finally concluded that she had been so hot and so involved in her own satisfaction that she had neglected to concern herself with the excitement that Monica might or might not be feeling. While there are certainly circumstcances where such an approach would be appropriate, this had not been one of them, and before the evening was over, Donna was well aware of that, and was also much more oriented toward assuring the pleasure of someone else.

The day ended quietly for the others, with Monica being composed and rested and joining Mark in his bed to administer to his needs as required. It had been a busy day for all of us, and one which we would remember for a long time.

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.8 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:54:03 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

I awoke the next morning to find both the beautiful slave-sluts in my bed. Actually, it was almost afternoon. I had kept Donna very busy through the night, and I later learned that Monica had been pretty busy herself. Mark had slept late, as well, and Tony and Jack had been kind enough to see to their own breakfast.

It was with a touch of sadness that I realized that this was the last day of our pok er party weekend. With only one day left, the challenge was to make this last one a good one. I wondered just how long Donna would be able to stay and asked her when her husband's plane was to land.

"It doesn't come into the airport until 7:00 tonight. May I stay until about 6:00, Master?" she asked.

"Yes, that should work out nicely, Donna. I think we'll all go out for lunch and then have one last good get-together before our weekend is over. Donna, you'll have to wear the red dreses to lunch, and you may wear the garter belt and stockings, as well. You'll not wear a bra or panties. Monica...you will wear your white dress that buttons up the front, and you will leave the bottom five buttons unbuttoned. You'll wear the white garter belt with tan stockings and your white high heels. You will, also, not wear panties or a bra nor a slip, which I am aware will be more than just a little revealing. While we are at the restaurant, you will be alert as usual for hand signals from sme. Since we have not had the opportunity yet to train Donna completely, she is not aware of the signals and you'll have to whisper to her to tell her what she is to do, but I want her to do the same things which my hand signals indicate I want you to do. So stay by her side the entire time and help her to perform adequately. Now I want the two of you to bathe each other, assist each other in your douching and taking enemas, and then join us in the living room."

The hand signals which I had hmentioned to Monica were a series of coded commands which cover the way she is to position herself and her clothing when we are in the presence of others. We had both come to enjoy the freedom that they gave us to communicate confidentially when around others, even when we were seated across from each other in some setting. And I often had quite alot of fun teasing other men by telling Monica to display herself through the coded hand signals. It would be fun playing with two slave-sluts in such a sway. I made a mental note to spend some time with Donna soon on the signals so that she would be able to learn to please me in that way.

Later, we all assembled in the living room and I explained the order of activities to the group. Jack said he'd really like a blow job before lunch, so we waited long enough for Donna to kneel in from of him and suck his cum into her mouth one more time, then left for the restaurant.

We arrived about 15 minutes earlier than our reserved time, so we aell took a seat in the corner of the bar area to wait for our table. Monica and Donna sat side by side on one of the circular couches with Mark and Tony on either side of them and with Jack sitting with me. There was another young couple sitting in the circular area next to Jack and a couple of businessmen to our right.

Monica and I exchanged smiles, and we both knew that our little coded message game was about to begin. Her dress was already showing alot of her legs, since it fell open due to having five bottom buttons unbuttoned. Donna also was displaying her legs nicely, more out of habit and an awareness of who she is than because she felt compelled to do it. Glancing around at the others in our little circle, I noticed that the eyes of all the men were on the two beautiful women who sat across from me. Even the young girl seemed to be looking over at them regularly.

I gave Monica the raised index finger sign to indicate that I wanted her to assume the relaxed positioning modoe as opposed to the restrictive positioning which she had been trained to assume until I advised her otherwise. Then, holding two fingers up and placing them along my cheek to make the signal less obvious, I instructed her to cross her legs. I watched as she crossed them sexily and then whispered to Donna to do the same. Every eye in the group was on them as their sexy legs crossed.

I added another finger to the two which were pressed against the side of my cheek, and Monica began raising hrer dress. When it had reached the level I desired, I moved my hand back to my lap and she stopped raising her dress. It was now slid up until the hem was just below the level of her garters. Once again she whispered to Donna, and Donna slid her skirt up unobtrusively until it, too, was nearly displaying the tops of her stockings. Now there was, for sure, no one who wasn't looking at the sexy legs they had displayed to us. The bottom garter on Donna's right leg was visible as I gazed under the erdge of the side of her dress. I overheard the girl sitting next to us whispering to her friend, "Look how high those girls have their dresses raised! And that girl in the red dress has on a garter belt underneath? Do you think they are hookers?"

I smiled at the words the young girl whispered and listened eagerly to the young man's response. "She's even prettier than Janie. Wouldn't you just love to get it on with her sometime?" he asked, teasingly.

"Hush, Jimmie, someone might hear ygou! But I bet the two of them get it on allll the time! And, I bet it's good, too!"

Just as I was about to give the girls another command, we were summoned to our table. I made sure that there was a guy on each side of the two girls as we sat down to eat. I knew that after the leg show we had just seen that there would be alot of hands under the table. I was right. In the middle of the meal, both Monica and Donna got finger-fucked by two men at once. I know, because I was sitting betweegn them and one set of the fingers in the two crotches were mine.

Needless to say, it took us a long time to eat, but when we finally finished we were all eager to get back home. Just before we were about to leave the restaurant, I saw the young girl get up from her table and go to the ladies room. I whispered to Monica, "Go to the ladies room and see if you can set something up with the young girl that just went in there. She was the one who was watching your show earlier, and I overheard sohme whispering that made her sound interesting. And she has a pretty nice ass, too."

Monica did as I requested, and she later told me that she ate the girl before their discussion was over. I was very proud of her and told her that I'd make arrangements to have the girl and perhaps her boyfriend over to visit soon.

Once we were back at our home, I knew that everyone was ready for some no holds barred sex. I directed the two girls to stand in front of us and strip slowly. I told them too leave on the stockings and garter belts and high heels, so the strip show didn't last very long. Still it was quite exciting. Then I simply told the guys to help themselves, and soon Monica and Donna were laying on their backs on the floor. Jack was fucking Monica while Tony knelt over her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. Mark was plugging away at Donna's juicy pussy, and Donna turned to me and began begging me to fuck her mouth. I let her beg for a while, knowing that her hunger would excite the others, then pumped my cum into her with great pleasure. After we had both cum, Tony and I exchanged places and I let Monica suck me hard again. Once I got hard, I had a sudden urge for some ass and told Jack to turn Monica over so that I could fuck her from behind while he continued to screw her cunt. Mark decided that he wanted to come in Monica's mouth, so he pulled out of Donna's pussy and moved in front of the kneeling Monica and slipped his pussy-juice-drenched fuck meat into hern hungry mouth.

Donna's hands moved to her now empty pussy and began probing it while Tony continued to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. I glanced over at Donna, using both hands on her pussy, and smiled as she slipped in two fingers from each hand. Suddenly I was aware that Monica was coming, so I shoved my cock in harder into her tight ass as her body tightened and jerked from having all her holes filled. Mark's orgasm was perfectly timed with Monica's, and I heard his grunts as his
warm cum spilled out into Monica's mouth.

Tony decided he wanted to come in Donna's pussy, so he pulled out of her mouth and laid on his back allowing her to sit on his cock. He turned her around so that her back was to him and pulled her body back on his, feeling her nice, round tits with his hand as he screwed her.

I looked at the passion in Donna's eyes and asked her, "Donna, would you like another cock in your cunt?"

"I....I don't know..can I take two cocks in my cunt, Master?",

"We can try if you want it, Donna....do you want two cocks in your hungry, little, slut fuck hole?"

"Yesssss, I do Master. Please give me two cocks in my hole!!" she pleaded sincerely.

Pulling out of Monica's ass, I moved between her bent legs and pressed the head of my cock at the top of her cunt. Tony's cock was large, so I was having difficulty getting the head of my cock inside Donna.

"Monica...come over here and kiss Donna on the mouth," I instructed. She rose and got on her hands and knees so that Jack could stick his cock back into her cunt from behind. She kissed Donna hard on the mouth, her tongue reaching into Donna's mouth to play with her tongue. As the two girls kissed, I continued to press the head of my cock hard against the top of Donna's hole and felt it slowly moving into her hunching pussy. Finally, I had inserted the whole length of my cock in alongside Tony's and began fucking her, keeping time with the thrusting of Tony's cock. When I begnan pulling on her long nipples and pinching them really hard, Donna's orgasm began. It was the most explosive orgasm I'd ever seen her have, and she humped her ass hard on the two cocks deep in her pussy and pulled Monica's head tighter to her's as she gasped into Monica's open mouth.

We continued to use the two slave-sluts in various positions for nearly another hour. Finally, we had all pretty much worn ourselves out for a while and needed to rest. It was close to time for Donna to leave,o and she needed to shower before she could go, so I watched Donna and Monica shower together and then made Monica dress Donna. It was exciting to watch Monica sliding the stockings up Donna's long legs and to see her attaching the garters at the tops of her stockings. When she was ready to go, I led her back into the living room and allowed her to give all the other guys a good-bye kiss. They were all very sorry to see her leave and thanked her for all the pleasure she had given them over the weekhend.

After Donna left, I told Monica that I would fix supper for us, and left her between two of the guys on the couch in the living room. I fixed steaks for all of us with the usual trimmings, but when I walked into the living room to inform them that it was ready, I found Monica on her knees with a cock in each hand and her mouth full of Tony's cock. Without saying anything, I turned and returned to the kitchen, sat down and began eating. Some bit later, before I had finished, she came in

"Oh, Master, you didn't tell us you were ready for us to come eat!" she said...aware that something was wrong.

"No, I started to, but you were obviously busy feeding yourself. I don't remember you asking my permission, I'm afraid." I enjoy Monica sucking other men and the sight was exciting. I probably would have allowed her to suck them all off if she had asked, but she hadn't. That was a major breach of the rules.

"No, Master, I didsn't and I should be punished for that. Tomorrow night, after they've all gone, you can punish me. I'm very sorry," she said.

"You will suffer your punishment tonight in front of the other men, Monica. Now go tell them that their supper is ready and go to the bedroom and masturbate. Masturbate thinking about the three cocks that you've just sucked, and when you are ready to come, you may come back into the kitchen to finish in front of all of us. Then I will punish you."

"Oh, no, Ma"ster, please don't make me finish in front of them here in the kitchen!! And pleassse don't punish me in front of them!! You know how embarrassing it is for me when you punish me in front of others!"

"Your delay in complying with my wishes is only going to make your punishment more severe, Monica. Go. Do as I say."

"Yes, Master," she replied quietly and padded off into the bedroom to masturbate as I had told her to do, stopping in the living room long enough to tell the men that supp er was ready.

When they entered the kitchen, the guys were aware that something was wrong and expressed concern that perhaps they had overstepped their bounds. I assured them that I was not upset with them. "You are guests in my home, and my slave's role is to please you. I'm upset with her because she knows that she is to get my permission before engaging in the kind of activity she just now enjoyed. And, if I know Monica, she sucked you all not because you asked her to, but because she hsad the idea herself. Am I right?"

"Yes, you're right about that," Tony said, "but we didn't want her to get into any kind of trouble. Don't be too hard on her."

"Embarrassment and humiliation is part of her life, Tony, as is the discipline and punishment which she will also receive as you watch. While it is temporarily disquieting for her, she also finds it very exciting, and it will result in a much higher degree of sexual satisfaction for her in the long run. I'll be hard on her, but not out of anger; merely out of devotion to her and her needs."

Just about the time that they were all through eating, Monica walked meekly into the kitchen nude and stood before me with her hands clasped in front of her and her head bowed.

"Master, I have been masturbating thinking about the three hard cocks that I just sucked, and I need to come...may I come for you and your friends now?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, Monica...stand before us and finger your hole and come as we watc h."

Monica opened her legs wide and reached between her legs with her right hand. With her left hand, she began pinching and pulling at her small tits and hard nipples. She closed her eyes and her head rolled back as her right hand rubbed her clit hard.

"Don't just rub your clit, slut, finger your slave slut-cunt for us!" I commanded roughly.

"Yesssss, Master, I love to finger my slut-cunt!!" She nearly shouted the words "slut-cunt" as she began to finger her hole, hunching heru hips wildly now.

Watching the pretty young woman stand before us and finger her own pussy was quite a sight. In almost no time she was coming strongly, her legs bent and her hips fucking back and forth on her fingers.

When she had finished, she knelt at my feet and asked me once more not to punish her in front of our friends. I told her to go on down to the room in the basement and that we would soon follow. I directed the others to the room only moments later, and directed them to mahke themselves comfortable on the couch. Monica sat on the floor in the submissive position she had been trained to assume.

I lowered the lights in the room and began playing the tape I had made of Monica being used while she was attached to the Slut Meter. She had not been aware that I was taping it, and her eyes opened wide as she saw herself being used on the screen. I then told her to stand and led her over to the whipping post. I placed her wrists in the cuffs which were high over her hvead on the post and took the spreader bar which was hanging on the wall and attached the ankle cuffs mounted on each end to her ankles. The spreader bar kept her legs spread exactly 2 1/2 feet apart, allowing her cunt and ass to be open and exposed.

With Jack fucking Monica on the TV screen, I took the home made cat with the leather laces and began to flick it over Monica's bare ass. I swung it gently at first, just letting the rawhide strips flick across her body. I moved it up to her shou lders and back down across her ass to the backs of her thighs. Then I changed the angle of attack and allowed it to flick forward between her thighs, lightly caressing her exposed cunt lips.

Moving back to her ass once more, I began to swing the cat faster and harder, allowing it to make a slight slapping noise as it stung her tender flesh. Her ass cheeks began to clinch in anticipation as I continued to swing the cat, letting the force increase slowly until she began jerking with each slap aof the leather against her ass.

"Do you want the cat on your pussy, Monica?" I asked.

"Noooooo, Master, please...don't hit my tender pussy!!" she moaned.

"But your pussy is wet, isn't it, Monica?" I asked knowingly.

"Yesss, Master. You know I get very wet when you punish me."

"Then you want to feel the leather flicking against your cunt lips, don't you, little, slave-slut whore?"

"Yessss!!!.....yessss!!!....yesssss!!!...I don't care if they do know...I don't care. if they do see...please, hit my cunt with the cat, Master!!!"

I stepped back from her and waited, letting her anticipate what was about to happen. Her ass cheeks continued to clench open and closed as she waited for the cat to reach between her open legs and lick at her trembling pussy. She turned her head, trying to see behind her, trying to judge when the strike would come. She moaned loudly now in frustration, wanting the cat to do its work, needing to feel it.

"Pleassssseeee, Masster!!! Don't make me wait like this...pleaseee hit my cunt with the cat!!"

"Tell me what you are, Monica...tell me in front of my friends what you are!" I shouted at her.

"I'm a dirty-minded, cum-loving, dirty tramp, cocksucking bi-slut, Master!!! Hiiiiiit myyyyyyyy cunnnnnnntt!!!!!"

With a quick movement of my arm in an upward arch, I flicked the leather strands between her legs forcefully. Her body jerked and her head flew up and back.

"Againnnnn Master!!!!! Hit my cun!t again!!!!! Harder!!!!!"

Once more I swung the cat upward, more forcefully this time, and the leather strands slapped loudly against the naked pussy lips that wanted their caress so much.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Yessssssss!!!!!! Morrre, Master!!! More!!!!" she cried out.

"No, Monica, you need the strap now...but before I give you the strap, you need your hole filled." Tossing the cat onto the desk, I took the big vibrator from the desk drawer and began inserting it into her cunt. nearly three inches wide. She was juicy enough that it was not at all difficult to insert it nearly all the way inside her. Once it was deep inside, I turned the control at the base to set the vibrations at their highest level.

"Your asshole is empty, too, Monica...that will never do. You need something up your ass, too, don't you?"

"Yesss, Master! Please fill both my fuck holes!" she moaned, the vibrator causing her hips to w ork back and forth now in their fucking motion. Reaching back into the desk drawer, I took out a smaller vibrator and moved it to her mouth so that she could wet it with her saliva. It was a black, cock-shaped vibrator about 6 inches long and around 1 1/2 inches wide. She licked at it hungrily. After she had wet it sufficiently, I slid the entire length up her asshole and turned it up to its maximum setting as well.

Aware that the two invaders might work themselves out of her holes, I took, the leather harness from its position on the wall and strapped it around her waist, carefully cupping the ends of the vibrators in the leather holders as I did so.

Once that was done, I took the strap that I had fashioned from an old belt of mine out of the drawer. It was a strip of thick leather about an inch and a half wide and about 20 inches long. It had been mounted to a walnut handle into which I had carved finger grips. I began working the strap across her ass with increasingly forcelful slaps, letting the strap move occasionally to the backs of her thighs. As the vibrators continued to work inside her holes, her moans became more regular and louder. I knew she was very close to having an orgasm. I let the strap come closer and closer to the harness, knowing that any contact from it would push the vibrators up into her holes with a sharp jerk.

The loud slaps of the leather strap as it spanked her now red ass cheeks and the sight of this beautiful young woman bound, spreand and harnessed was exciting to all of us. Monica's passion-filled, submissive moaning only added to the excitement in the air. On the one hand, the men watching were taken aback by the punishment I was inflicting on my wife, but on the other hand, they recognized the passion that she found in it and found it terribly exciting. I glanced over to them and saw that they were all three masturbating as they watched.

While they were not aware of it, I knew full well just how hard to swing the cwat and the leather strap. The pain that it appeared Monica felt was merely discomfort...enough to get her attention and to make her feel very submissive...but certainly nothing which would really hurt her. Monica and I knew that, but of course we chose to pretend that it was more painful than it really was.

I let the thick, leather strap begin to hit along the inside of her thighs now, drawing it ever closer to the harness and the humming vibrators inside her holes. The closer I came, the cl,oser she came to her orgasm. When her moans had become almost constant, I swung the strap back in a low arc and swung it forward underhanded to allow it to strike the harness directly on the cups which held the vibrating intruders.

"Unnnnnnghhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!!" cried Monica as her body jerked uncontrollably. Her head jerked back and forth, her hips thrusted backward and forward and her muscles tensed as the orgasm ran through her body. I continued to slap the harness with the strap, stopping only when her head fell forward once more.

Turning to the men, I cautioned them..."Don't come yet..you'll get your chance in just a second..stay hard and ready."

I left the harness on her, but freed Monica's wrists and ankles from the cuffs that had bound her to the whipping post. She was nearly limp with exhaustion and passion when I guided her over to the desk and laid her on her back with her head hanging back over the edge. The vibrators contintued to hum away inside her cunt and asshole.

"So, you like cum, do you, little slut? Well, we'll give you cum if that's what you like. Tony, you guys come stand around the little slut's head and jerk off into her face. She loves to have men spew their fuck in her face, don't you, Monica?"

"Ohhhh, Master!! Yessss, I do. I know its dirty, and I know I'm a slut...but Master...I do love it so!!! Please spray me with hot cum!!!" Her words were sincere, and they served to bring the men
jumping up from their seats on the couch. They moved in a semi-circle around her head as it hung from the edge of the oak desk and began stroking their cocks fiercely now, already close to coming.

Mark was the first to come as his dick erupted sending spurts of his semen onto her nose and cheeks. Jack was close behind, and his cock shot hot cum onto her lips and chin in long strings. Monica held her head up as best she could and opened her mouth, trying to catch what she could. Tony shot th e most cum of all at her, huge squirts flying from his cock-head and landing with a splash on her forehead, her neck, her mouth and her cheeks.

When they were done, she lay there hunching at the vibrators still buzzing inside her with cum covering her face. Large globs were everywhere, and she reached up with one hand and began spreading the warm cum into her skin and licking it from her fingers.

Tying her ankles to the left end of the desk and her wrists to the other end of the desk, whe left her there in the room with her holes still full.

"I'll come back for you later, Monica, when I think you're ready for Jack to take you to bed with him. No doubt, he'll want to feed you some cum tonight since you haven't had any today," I sneered facetiously.

I glanced back over my shoulder as I was closing the door behind me. The video tape was now on the part where I was fucking her mouth, and as I looked at Monica laying on the desk her tongue was flicking out trying to get tno more of the cum that the men had shot into her face.

It was a very tired and very submissive Monica that I untied two hours later. She had had numerous orgasms while bound to the desk, and she said she wasn't sure she would be much good to Jack in bed that night. I told her I was sure that he would want to use her mouth and that I knew he would be understanding of her exhaustion. I took her to the bathroom and bathed her body gently. After drying her off, I laid her on the bed and gave hner a long and lingering massage with baby oil before leading her naked into the living room.

"Jack...Monica has had quite a day. She is very tired, and I expect that she will not be quite as active with you as she has been with Mark and Tony. I apologize for that, but we'll make it up to you some time in the future. But she will sleep with you tonight since you've not had the chance. And, of course, you may fuck her anyway you chose. Her pussy is quite sore from the strappings and the longt period of time with the vibrator inside her, so I would advise that you fuck her mouth most of the time for the rest of the night. Her mouth has been trained well, and she can take it in her mouth just like she does in her pussy, so feel free to lay over her and fuck in and out of it just as you would her cunt. She loves it."

Jack was very nice about it all, and said that he would enjoy every minute that he was with her and that he understood completely. Saying goodnight to each other, thet day ended for all of us but Jack and Monica.

I arose early the next morning to fix breakfast for everyone. The men all had to leave in a hurry since they all had jobs to get to. There wasn't time to have any sex with Monica before they left, but each one of them gave her tender kisses and thanked her for a weekend that they would never forget.

After they had left, Monica looked up into my eyes and said, "You know...you've put me through alot this weekend. Some of it was very embarrasysing and humiliating, and some of it was very, very exciting. All of it was wonderful, and I can't thank you enough for being my Master and letting me experience it all."

I held her tightly and kissed her soft, clean hair. No matter what happened in our future, there was one thing I was sure of. That was that I loved this woman with all my heart and soul. Whether I continued to be her Master or not and whether she continued to be my slave or not was really immaterial. What really mattered wtas that we had each other.

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.9 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:54:33 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

Several days following the exciting weekend with Tony, Mark and Jack, Monica got a call from the young girl she had met in the restaurant when I had taken them all out to eat. I had overheard her saying something which indicated she might enjoy being with other women and when I saw the pretty young girl go into the ladies room I told Monica to go in and see if she could strike up a conversation with her. She did much more than strike up a con versation with her, she wound up eating the girl before coming back out to join the rest of us.

The girl was calling to see if she could come visit Monica sometime soon.

"I hope you don't mind me calling, Monica. I've just thought about you so much since that day in the restaurant and I'd really like to see you again," she said in a slightly trembling voice.

"No, I'm glad you called, Michelle. I'd like to see you again, too. I should tell you that my husband knows what we did ian the ladies room that day. In fact, he sent me in there to talk to you."

"Ohhh, he did? He doesn't mind if you do those kinds of things with other women?"

"No, in fact he often sets up situations for me when I can be with both women and men. Would you mind him being present when we are together and perhaps participating with us?"

"Ummmmm, well...I guess I'd be sort of embarrassed the first time, with him being so much older than me and all, but I saw him with his arm around yoru after we had left the ladies room and he's a good looking man. I guess it would be alright."

"I'll have to clear it with him before I can allow you to come visit, but I don't think there will be any problem as long as you understand that he decides for me who I'll be with sexually. I do anything he says sexually."

"Really? Anything? You mean he can tell you to be with someone and you'll be with them?" Michelle asked excitedly.

"Yes, that's exactly how it works. He's my MASTE'R and I'm his sex slave. I do anything with anyone he says, male or female. How do you feel about that?"

"Gee, well, it sounds kind of exciting. I wish my boyfriend would make me be with other men. He's not really all that excited about me being with other women. Too jealous, I think."

"Maybe you'll discover that you'd like for my MASTER to make you do things. He might be willing to train you as a slave."

"Ooooooh...that sounds so wicked! I'm not sure I could do that, but itt is making me wet to think about it. When can you let me know if its ok for me to come visit?"

"I'll call him right now and ask and call you back, ok? When can you come if he says its alright?"

"My classes are over for the day now and I can come any time today or tonight. I'll be free again on Friday night if today doesn't suit. Ohhh, I hope he says its ok!"

"You do understand that he will at the very least watch us, don't you?"

"Yes, I understand, and that will be ok...wwho knows after he's watched me for a while and seen me naked I may not mind if he joins in. But I'd like it if he'd go slow with me at first. I've been with women before, but never in a threesome."

"I'm sure he'll be very understanding. Ok, let me call him now and see what he says...call you back in just a few minutes!"

Monica called and told me of her conversation with Michelle. I was pleased, of course, and told her to let Michelle come over that night after supper. I was thrilleds by the excitement I could hear in Monica's voice and by Michelle's interest in learning more about what it might be like to have a MASTER.

Later on that day, as we sat at the dinner table trying to eat, I suggested to Monica that she wear the same white dress and garter belt outfit that she had worn that day in the restaurant.

"Michelle wants you, so there really isn't a need for seducing her, except that we want her to be very, very turned on. The more excited we can get her the more responsive she will be to the idea of giving herself to us more completely. So I want you to really turn on the charm with her, but to tease her a bit as well. The idea is to get her so hot she'll do anything," I explained.

"I could wear something more revealing, like the little satin gown, or maybe the cut-off's and a halter top if you liked."

"No, you'll not have the dress on long anyway, but her seeing you in it will remind her of how you ate her in the ladies room and will have an very loose in the way you cross and uncross your legs and touch yourself in sexy ways letting her see your hands caressing your own body. You might also talk to her about our relationship some and tell her with delight some of the things that I make you do. Just making her sit there in front of us while we talk about very explicit sexual things will open her up quickly."

"You know, she really has a delightful pussy....its so young olooking. She has blonde hair there too, and its very thin. Its almost bare once you get down to her pussy lips. And wait until you see her legs! Ohhh, I wish she would hurry and get here!"

I sent Monica in to change clothes and not long after she had finished and had returned to join me in the living room the doorbell rang. All three of us chuckled when we saw what Michelle was wearing. Remembering the dress that Monica had been wearing at the restaurant, Michelle had worn one almost identsical to it. If they had been more alike physically they could have passed for twins in their white dresses and high heels.

Monica introduced us and we led Michelle into the living room. She was a striking young lady. Her hair was shoulder length and worn straight with bangs. It was a natural blonde, and had that lovely color and sheen that so many men are crazy about. She was a tall girl, slightly over 5'8" tall and had long, trim legs which were perfectly proportioned. Her ass had been hthe part that I had noticed first at the restaurant and it was indeed a nice one, but as I looked at her in the white dress I found her over-all figure very appealing. Her breasts were not particularly large, but they were also not too small. Something between a b and a c cup, but very pert and firm.

I sat in the chair across from the couch and watched as the two "twins" sat on the couch turned toward each other. Monica had bent her inside leg and was sitting with her ankle under her outside oleg so that they were wide open. With the dress unbuttoned most of the way from the bottom the tops of her thighs were very exposed, and I knew that if she took her hand from her lap Michelle would be able to see Monica's pussy. She had an excellent view of her stocking tops and garters as it was.

Michelle sat more demurely, but her dress was also unbuttoned several buttons, and I could almost see the tops of her stockings as well. I'm sure Monica could see much more. She reached forward afnd laid her hand on Michelle's knee as she spoke warmly to her.

"You're so adorable, Michelle...I'm really glad you could come over. My MASTER and I felt it took forever for us to eat supper."

"Do you always call him MASTER?" Michelle asked her with a nervous smile, glancing over at me and then back to Monica.

"Well, not always, of course...but he is my MASTER, and I like to call him that. You know I haven't always enjoyed women...he helped me learn to like having sex with women,w and I'm very grateful."

"How did he help you learn to like women?"

"Perhaps I should answer that one, Michelle," I said. "You see Monica discovered that she has a very submissive nature in terms of her sexual interests. She was never able to give herself the freedom to do and think and be what she really wanted to, and her former husband was very conservative sexually and domineering in every area of her life except the area of sex where he was mostly non-involved. Once she began all owing me to decide what things she would do sexually, she began to discover that there were alot of hidden fantasies which didn't really have to always be fantasies any more. At first those hidden fantasies were the things we concentrated on; sex with two men, sex with several men, sex in semi-public settings, those kinds of things. As she began to discover the joy that could be her's by submitting to me she was then able to relax enough to allow me to encourage her to fantasize about new things as nwell. I've spent many, many hours talking to her about watching her with other women and requiring her to talk to me about what she would do with another woman while she masturbated me. I've made her read novels about bi-women and made her look at pictures of naked women while I ate her, and made her watch movies with women having sex with other women while I fingered her or ate her. Its been a learning process for her, but one which she has handled really well."

Michelle had listened intenntly as I had answered her question, only partially distracted by Monica's hand which was rubbing her leg seductively.

"Have you had sex with many women, Michelle?" Monica asked.

"Only three or four actually, and they have all been in the last three years. My first time was with my dad's girlfriend. He's a paramedic and is often on call. One night when she was over visiting he had to answer an emergency call and we were left there alone. I'd had a fight with my boyfriend and she was c onsoling me. One thing led to another and before I knew it we were kissing. It was kinda strange making it with my dad's girlfriend, but we handled it well until they broke up. He still doesn't know to this day that there was anything going on between us. The other girls have been friends I've met since I've been going to college."

Monica's hand had now crept up under Michelle's dress and was rubbing the inside of her thigh above the top of her stockings. As she had spoken Monica had cont inued to lean closer to her and as I watched she placed her free hand behind Michelle's head and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Michelle returned the kiss eagerly and reached out to caress Monica's breasts through her dress.

Michelle let her kisses run along Monica's neck, working her way ever lower. As she did Monica glanced over at me and I motioned for her to slide Michelle's dress up higher. I wanted to see more of those long legs. She went one better. Moving her hands to Michelle's leap, she began unbuttoning the dress and didn't stop until it was completely open. She met no resistance at all from the young blonde and I watched excitedly as Monica spread the dress open allowing me to see all of Michelle's body. She slid it off of Michelle's shoulders letting it fall behind her on the couch.

Unlike Monica, who was not wearing any underclothes at all other than the garter belt, Michelle had a lacy white bra and a matching pair of bikini panties which she had knowingly wornn on the outside of her garter belt. Monica kissed her way down to the swell of Michelle's tits and reached behind her to unhook the bra.

Michelle was busy now unbuttoning Monica's dress and had spread her legs open wide. I could see the crotch of her tight, little panties and could tell that she was quite wet already. Before she could finish unbuttoning the dress, Monica suddenly got up and moved over to me, asking me to finish taking the dress off.

"Master...strip me for Michelle, plcease. I want her to watch you bare my slut body for her. Please show her my naked tits and my bare slut cunt."

Rising and standing behind Monica I reached around and finished unbuttoning the dress, sliding it off of her and letting it drop to the floor. Monica had wisely realized that Michelle would have to sit nearly naked and exposed in front of both of us as I stripped her. When the dress had been removed, I moved my hands to Monica's breasts and cupped them, offering them to Michelle. cThen letting my hands move down to her crotch, I reached in with both hands and pulled her cunt lips down and out, showing Michelle Monica's now wet fuck hole. Michelle began to rub the front of her panties as she watched in an almost trance-like state.

"Ohhhh, MASTER...it feels so good for you to touch me there! Kissing Michelle has made me so hot!" Monica moaned.

"What do you want, Monica? Tell your MASTER what you want," I teased.

"I want to eat her pussy, MASTER. I want to l ick it and kiss it and suck her juice into my mouth!!...Please...may I eat her now?"

"Do you want Monica to kiss your pussy, Michelle?", I asked.

Michelle at first just nodded as her hand moved more rapidly over her pantied crotch. When I said nothing further she finally responded quietly, "Yes, I do."

I watched Michelle swallow hard as she rubbed her crotch insistently, her eyes glued on Monica's nude body which was displayed to her. I began fingering Monica's pussy and pinchinag her nipple with my other hand.

"Show me your sweet pussy, Michelle," Monica whispered across the room hotly, as my fingers moved in and out of her.

Michelle closed her eyes and her head rolled back slightly at the request Monica had made. Then opening her eyes once more she reached down and slid the tiny panties off her bottom and down her incredibly sexy legs. Spreading the legs wide open she took her lips in her fingers and pulled them apart allowing us both to look at her open chunt.

Monica moaned and hunched her hips against my hand. "Ohhhh, MASTER...her cunt is so pretty! I neeeeeed to lick my tongue up and down her soft, wet lips...Pleeeeease let me kiss her pussy, MASTER."

"Are you sure you want Monica's mouth on your cunt, Michelle?" I asked again.

"Yesss, I do!" she replied quickly and firmly this time as she rubbed her clit hard now, her pussy openly displayed.

"Yes, I do what, Michelle?" I teased.

"Yes, I do want her to kiss my pussoy, sir!" she replied.

"Put two fingers in your hole, Michelle," I demanded.

"Yesss, sir," she replied weakly and slid two fingers deep into her pussy.

"Look at Michelle fingering her pussy, Monica. She is very sexy when she masturbates, isn't she?" I slid another finger into Monica's now dripping pussy as I waited for her response.

"MASTER!!...Please, oh please let me eat her!!...she said she wanted me to..you heard her...Please, let me kiss her wet pussy...look how it glikstens with her juices!!" Monica pleaded.

"Yes, but Michelle keeps calling me sir, Monica. I'm not a sir, am I? Is that what I am, Monica...a sir?"

"Noooo, you're a MASTER!! If she calls you MASTER will you let me eat her?...Pleasssse????"

"Well, I can't be her MASTER, though, Monica...you trembling little bi-slut whore, unless she is a slave-slut, now can I? Is she a slave- slut, Monica?" I asked lewdly, as I fucked my fingers harder in and out of her hot cunt.

Michelle was fingering her cunt furiously now. I knew that we were working her up to the desired state and wanted to milk it for all it was worth.

"I think she is, MASTER...."

"You THINK she is?" I interrupted rudely. "You think? What kind of answer is that, Monica? Why don't you ask her to tell you, Monica, and then maybe you will know!"

"Ohhhhh Gawd, Michelle!!!...Pleasssse tell him you're a slave- slut!!..please do!..I need to taste your cunt juice in my mouth so baaaaaad!!!"

a Michelle swallowed hard once more, her eyes now glazed over with passion as her fingers flew in and out of her fuck hole. She opened her mouth and then closed it and then opened it again.

"Yessssss, Yessssss, yesssssss...I'm a slave-slut...I'm ...I'm a slave-slut...I'm YOUR slave-slut...I'm your bi-slave slut MASTER!!!!! Now can she eat my hot pussy, Pleeeeeeeeease??????" Michelle was beside herself with need now, and it showed all over her body. Her thighs were now wet with her juices andi her nipples stood out firmly on her rising and falling breasts.

Taking my fingers and rubbing the juice which covered them on Monica's face, I whispered hotly to her, "Now...eat the slave-slut, Monica....eat her until she comes all over your face!!"

Monica quickly knelt between Michelle's nylon clad legs and stuck her tongue straight into the hungry fuck hole which was already so wet and hungry for her touch. As she licked at the young girl's pussy she reached back between her legs andr began fingering her hole furiously.

I had grown incredibly hard during the teasing of my two sluts and the sight of Monica's up-raised ass and her busy fingers was an open invitation to me. Quickly sliding out of my clothes, I moved behind her and knelt, rubbing the head of my thick fuck meat up and down her dripping wet slit. I stared straight into Michelle's eyes as I fucked Monica doggy-style, and reached forward to pull at her rock hard nipples.

Michelle's head began swinging backn and forth, her blonde hair flying as it did so. Her orgasm hit her strongly and quickly as I pinched her long nipples hard and as Monica sucked on her clit with fervor.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhh!! Gaaawwwwddddd!!! Unggggggggghhh!!!!" she screamed wildly as she came. "Yessssss!!!!! Yesssssss!!!! Ohhhhh Yesssssssss!!!!"

The animalistic passion exhibited by the young blonde drove Monica and I both over the edge and our own grunts and moans soon joined Michelle's in a climactic chorus.

Finally we were all spent and Monica fell onto Michelle's body holding her tightly in her arms. I sat beside them on the couch, stroking their hair alternately with my hand and smiling at them.

"You did well, Michelle," I said quietly.

"I've never, ever experienced anything like that before!" she said earnestly. "I didn't know I was capable of feeling such extreme passion! The way you made me beg for her to eat me!!...Ohhhhhh, you are a MASTER!!! Thank you both so very much!"

u Monica looked up at her and smiled, dropping her head back to her belly and kissing her flat stomach tenderly as she continued to lay with her head in her lap.

"Michelle, you needn't thank us...it was our pleasure to share our passion with you. I know we both hope that you'll let us continue to help you discover more and more about what excites you."

All three of us slept especially well that night. Monica and I both knew that we had a new friend who would be our friend for many daysm to come. Michelle knew that she had opened herself up to more passion and excitement than she ever expected existed before and that she now was indeed a slave-slut who both needed and had a MASTER.

From: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu (The Gentleman Looser) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: wade.10 Date: 27 Jun 92 20:55:04 GMT Organization: Computing Services, UC Davis Originator: cccdavid@othello.ucdavis.edu

One afternoon not long after lunch, I called home to tell Monica that I was going to take her to a nearby city for some shopping. I told her to dress in the black dress with her black garter belt and stockings and that I would pick her up around 3:30. When she got in the car and assumed the position I had trained her to assume when getting in automobiles, I saw that she had worn the black panties which match the garter belt.

"Those pantieso will have to go, Monica...but you can leave them on for a while, I suppose, if you like."

"I'm sorry, MASTER. You didn't say whether to wear them or not...but of course if you like, I'll take them off right now! Did you want me to wear the bra?"

"No...did you wear it, too?" I asked with disappointment.

"No, you know I don't like to wear bra's much unless you request that I do..I left it off. Here, let me take these panties off, too. They'll only get soaked anyway." She slid thSe tiny, black panties down her pretty legs and began to place them in her purse.

"Here, let me have them" I said, reaching out for them. When she gave them to me, I pressed them to my nose to smell her juices. The crotch was already quite damp, and they smelled wonderful. I put the panties in my coat pocket. "I'll just keep these. Thanks," I said smiling.

It was a rather long drive to the mall to which we were going, and as usual I enjoyed fingering Monica's pussy along the way. Shee learned long ago to always bring a towel to sit on when we go for a ride. With some women, that might not be necessary...with Monica it always is. She returned the favor, of course, and was just finishing with my cock when we turned into the parking lot of the mall. I lifted her head from my lap and told her to brush her hair and wipe the cum off her chin.

"Anything in particular we are shopping for, MASTER?" she asked.

"Well, I want to take you to Victoria's Secret to look for some lingerie for you. You've been pretty hard on your stockings lately, and the order we placed with Fogal hasn't come yet. I thought we might find a new garter belt or two, also. I'd like to buy you a new bikini bathing suit now that your cunt hair is trimmed as it is. You can wear a much smaller one than you did last year. Anything you know of that we need?"

"You asked me to remind you to buy a new jar of KY jelly...you said the jar we got last week was almost empty...do you want to get it here?"

"Yes, thank you...I'll let you get that from the drug store for us. Oh, and buy some rubbers, too. We don't need them, but I like for you to buy them. Get one of the big boxes. Come to think of it, get a new enema bag and a copy of Penthouse for me, too."

"Yes, MASTER." I glanced over at her and saw the smile on her face. She was beginning to see that this was going to be a memorable shopping trip.

We entered the mall, and immediately inside the door we entered was thee shoe department of one of the larger chain department stores. The clerk who seemed to be on duty was a handsome looking young guy in his mid-twenties. I figured him to be a college kid who was working in the shoe department part time. He looked at us and smiled, his eyes roaming over Monica in her black dress. Hooking her arm, I steered her over to a display of high heels.

"Let's let you try on some shoes, Monica. These seem to be along the lines of the ones we like, and I'm sure the you ng salesman will be happy to let you try some on."

We picked out a pair of black pumps with a relatively high heel, and Monica sat down in one of the chairs as the young man went to get her size. I walked around looking at some of the other shoes on the wall across from where she sat. Looking back at her, I smiled and gave her the hand signal which directed her to change from restrictive positioning of her body and clothing to relaxed positioning. I also gave her the signal that told her tol raise her skirt.

When the young shoe salesman came back, he was greeted by a very pretty pair of crossed legs in black stockings and a skirt raised high enough that the band at the top of her stockings was just barely visible along the sides of her legs. He sat on the bench in front of her and took her foot in her hand and placed one of the shoes on her foot. Monica held her leg just a bit higher than was really necessary, allowing him a view which went above the tops of her stockings. Placging that foot on the floor, she held out the other one, raising her leg even higher this time, and very nonchalantly let her legs part as she did. Looking over his shoulder, I could see that he had an unobstructed view of her naked and partially shaved pussy. I watched him squirm rather awkwardly on the stool as he took much longer to put this shoe on than it should have taken him.

After he had put the other shoe on, Monica rose and walked around slowly in them, turning around in front of thet mirror and letting her dress swirl sexily as she did. Walking over to me, she asked, "Are these high enough, dear?"

"Turn around, Monica, and let me see from the back. That's it....your dress is too long for me to really tell....lift it just a bit for me in the back...yes, that's better...well..."

"I'll be happy to try on another pair if you don't like these dear! I love trying on shoes! Why, I could try on shoes all day long with a nice salesman like this one!" she purred.

Thdere was little doubt, judging by the bulge in the young man's pants, that he would love for her to try them on all day, too.

"Yes, I know you'd love that, Monica, but we really don't have all day. Perhaps if this young man is working tomorrow you could come back and try on some more shoes while I'm at work."

"I'll...ahem, cough, yessss...I'll be here tomorrow afternoon...not in the morning, though...come tomorrow afternoon and I'll help you try on all the shoes you like!" he said exciteddly.

"We'll consider that then. We really must move along now. Let's not get these right now, dear," I said impatiently.

Sitting back down to allow the man to remove the shoes, Monica raised her skirt much higher than necessary. She looked quickly from side to side to see if anyone was watching and then slid it up over the tops of her stockings. Then she smiled a sweet and sexy smile at him and said, "I hope you understand...it really wasn't that I didn't see anything I liked."

k "Noooo, of course not...please don't concern yourself. I get paid for letting people try on shoes, and believe me...it's usually not the pleasure this has been. Please do come back tomorrow. Perhaps I'll be able to help you `put your hands on something' that will really please you then," he smiled broadly.

Monica just smiled and touched his cheek gently as she turned and walked away beside me. After we had walked a few steps, she turned her head and winked at him as he stood shaking his hegad slowly from side to side. He'd never see her again, but he would sure remember her for a long time.

Just inside the mall entrance to the department store were the restrooms, and I stopped Monica as we neared the entrance to them. I reached in my pocket and handed her a set of ben waa balls and told her to go in the ladies room and insert them in her vagina. I wanted her to feel them moving around inside her as we completed our shopping.

While I waited for her, I walked over to the eedge of the wide walkway that looked down on the lower section of the mall. There was a sitting area just below, and there was a group of older teenage boys and girls sitting there talking and laughing. They were an attractive bunch, and pleasant to watch as I waited for Monica's return. When she joined me at the railing, I had her stand very close to it and look down at them. I had an idea that they would be able to see up her dress from their vantage point.

Sure enough we had only been sltanding there for a couple of minutes when the guys started whispering among themselves and then glancing up at us much more regularly.

"Those young guys are looking up your dress, Monica. I wonder if they can tell you don't have any panties on? Think they can tell you have ben waa balls in your cunt? Look at the blonde headed kid...nice body, huh? Bet you'd like to see what he's got in his jeans, wouldn't you? The guy next to him doesn't look so bad either, nor the other one. Maybe I sMhould let all three of them spend some time with you...It would be fun to watch three young guys use you for a while. Do you like exposing your naked pussy to them?"

Monica blushed at my words and whispered hotly, "Yesss, MASTER, I do enjoying exposing myself to them. And they are talking about me to each other, too. I can tell they are."

"Well, it's a shame to end their show, but we do have shopping to do. Maybe we'll run into them later on. Come along now." Taking her by the arm, I led her away and down the walkway toward the lingerie store at the other end of the mall. I could tell by the expression on her face that the ben waa balls and the teasing in the shoe store and at the railing was beginning to have its desired effect on her.

Once in the lingerie shop, we browsed around for a good while, both of us finding things which it would be fun to buy for her. There was an attractive, young sales girl on duty who did a good job of trying to be helpful without being heaevy on the sales pitch.

"I like to see her wear bra's around the house," I said to the young girl. "But I usually prefer for her not to wear bra's under her clothing. She has rather small breasts and doesn't need to wear one often anyway. Except that her nipples do get...well, they have a way of showing through some things, if you know what I mean."

The girl smiled a rather tight smile and replied that she did, in fact, know what I meant. Holding up a pair of panties that were so skimepy they were nearly non-existent, Monica said very seriously, "Do you have any panties in this same color that are smaller than these?"

"You mean a smaller size?" the young girl asked.

"No, I mean that don't cover so much up," Monica replied.

"You see dear, most of her hair...well, her hair down there, that is...most of it has been removed, and so she doesn't need much in the way of panties." Turning to Monica I said, "Those really are a lovely color, Monica. I'd like them alot ife they weren't so conservative looking."

The young salesgirl was blushing now, and it was obvious that we were not her normal run of the mill customers.

Monica addressed her once more. "You know, I realize that some women don't like panties like these, because they have a tendency of working up into you, but I guess that's one reason that I like them. I think it feels really good when they do that, don't you?"

The girl was really at a loss for words. I walked toward the other sihde of the store to help ease her embarrassment just a bit. Still close enough to hear the conversation between the two of them, I heard the girl ask Monica quietly, "Do you really have most of your hair trimmed off...down there?"

"Yes, I do. My MAST..er, well, my husband did that for me one night. He said it would make me more pleasant to kiss there after he did it. And so far no one has complained, and quite a few people have complimented me on it."

"You say everything so calmly, jucst like its not unusual at all for people to compliment you on having your private place shaved! I wish I could feel as free as you do to do things like that. It excites me to hear you talk about it all!"

"Monica handed her one of my business cards from her purse, and smiling, said to her, "Here...why don't you call me sometime. We'll get together, and maybe we can be friends. I'd love to help you learn to be more free and to feel good about yourself."

Before the girl could answer, I called to Monica, telling her that is was time for us to be moving along. We thanked her for her help, and Monica reminded the girl to call her at any time as we walked from the shop.

"That girl has some real potential," Monica said eagerly. "You should have seen her face when she asked me about having my pussy shaved. And when I said something about being kissed there, I thought the poor little thing was going to have an orgasm right there. Oh, I hope she calls soon!"

I smiled to myself at the changes that had taken place in Monica over the last year or so. She was beginning to really get the hang of being my little bi-slut, and I was loving every second of it.

"I'm going to sit down here and rest a minute. You run on down to the drug store and get the items I told you to get. Do you remember what they were?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so...KY jelly, condoms in a big box, a new enema bag, and a Penthouse magazine. Was that it?"

"Exactly right! Good girl! oOh, damn, we forgot to get the stockings for you while we were in the lingerie store. I'll go get them while you are in the drug store and meet you back here."

Blowing me a kiss and smiling, Monica left to do her shopping in the drug store. I walked back into the lingerie store and found the young clerk over by the cash register.

"I'm sorry to bother you again, miss, but we forgot to get stockings when we were in here earlier. Monica keeps getting runs in the knees of her stockings. oWe go through a pair nearly every day, it seems. At least with stockings, you can mix and match them rather than having to have a new pair just for one run."

The girl smiled knowingly and replied, "Yes, I know. That's one of the reasons that I enjoy wearing them so much, too."

"Well, I like them mainly because they look so sexy, and also because you can get to things...well, because they are so much more convenient at times."

"You and your wife are some couple!" the girl grinned.r "Did she tell you that she asked me to call her sometime?"

"Yes, and I'm really glad she did. I hope when you come over it will be sometime when I can be there, too. There's nothing more enjoyable to me than watching Monica with another woman...unless of course its helping her with another woman!" I said, grinning broadly.

"Help her? Ohhhh, you men! She just wants to be my friend, you silly, and all we'd do is just talk girl talk, I'm sure. But if you like, I'll try to come over aot night, when and if I do that is."

I winked at the pretty young girl and replied, "Well, I'll have a fresh blade in the razor just in case. But you surely won't need to worry about doing anything you don't really want to do. I hope you will come. You're a lovely and very sweet girl."

Handing the stockings to me, she thanked me for my compliment and assured me that she was even more anxious to visit now than before.

When I returned to the rest area Monica was already there, sittieng calmly, but with a rather red face.

"You do know how to embarrass me, don't you?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "The man who rang up my purchases had a grin as wide as the Hudson River the whole time he was waiting on me!"

I laughed heartily, and said with a grin almost as big as the East River, "Well, did it make your pussy wetter to stand there and have him grin at you while you bought all those things?"

"Of course it did. You know me!" she replied with a chuckle.

"kThen I'd call it `mission accomplished,' my dear," I said as I took her arm and led her away from the rest area.

With the exception of a bikini bathing suit and some more garter belts, we had bought everything that we had come to buy and were just about ready to go back home when I spied the three young guys who had been treated to a view up Monica's dress earlier. Stopping Monica, I whispered to her. "Look...there are the young guys who were looking up your dress. It's pretty close to clositng, and the mall has thinned out alot since we came. I think it's time for you to really be the slut you've been hinting at being all day long. Are you game?"

"You know I'll do anything you ask me to do, MASTER! What do you have in mind?"

"Look at their tight jeans and their crotches. I bet they have some young meat there that would literally explode if you got a hold of it. Just think of all the cum that they could shoot for you. You'd like to have their cum, wouldn't you, Monicao?"

"Yesssssss, I love young cocks, MASTER...but how and where..."

"Listen, I'll go check out the men's room. It's just around the corner. I bet there is no one in there at all at the moment. What I want you to do is to go up to those guys and offer to suck them all off in the men's room. You can do it in one of the stall's, and I'll stand guard just inside the door for you to let you know when its OK for you to take the next guy. I'll send them in one at a time until you've taken on

"You just want me to walk up to them and offer to suck their cocks?" she asked increduously.

"That's exactly what I want you to do. You do want to please me, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do! And you're exactly right, I'd love to have their young dicks jerk in my mouth and shoot gobs of white cum in my throat. Let's do it!!"

"Good girl! You go ahead and talk to them while I check out the men's room. I'll let you know if we need to wait for someone to leave before you enter with them."

I checked out the men's room and it was, as I had expected it would be, empty. In the meantime, Monica had walked up to the three teenagers and smiled warmly at them, staring at their crotches openly. She later told me what she had said.

"I said to them...Hi guys! You know I've noticed you guys ever since my husband and I got here. And just looking at you has made me so horny!! If I could, I'd just reach out and grab all three of you right here, but it i,s a bit too public. Listen, I want to take all of you in the men's room and suck each one of you off. I not only want to, but I need to! Will you help me out and let me do it? I'll do a good job. I promise!"

They all three had grinned big grins, and the blonde had replied to her, "Gosh, lady, are you serious? You're a fox! And you want to suck us all off in the men's room? How about your husband. Won't he care?"

"No, he will stand guard for us and let us know if anyone is comingi...well, if anyone is about to enter the men's room, I mean. Someone will be coming, that's for sure!"

"Lead the way, lady. This is outa sight!!" the blonde had exclaimed.

The men's room was still empty when they arrived, Monica walking in front with a huge grin on her face, and the three young guys nearly drooling at the mouth and sporting big bulges in their tight jeans already. I nodded to the guys and looking around to see if anyone would see, opened the door for them all to enterl. Once inside, I asked Monica, "Which one do you want first, you horny, little, cocksucking slut?"

"The guy with the cute mustache," she replied, and opening the door to the nearest stall, walked in and sat down awaiting her first young cock. The one she had referred to rubbed his hands anxiously and began unzipping his jeans before he ever got inside the stall door. Soon the three of us could hear the sounds of Monica's hungry mouth working on the boy's hard dick, and in less than two minu tes, we could hear him groaning as he shot his hot sperm into her.

He walked back out of the stall cockily, and with a big grin and a stuck-out chest, almost crowed out the invitation, "Next!"

I had seen Monica staring at the blonde a bit more than the others, so I gave the dark haired boy a slight push, indicating it was his turn. Might as well save her favorite for last, I thought.

In less than a minute this young guy had spilled his fuck into her mouth. She was either turning ein a remarkable performance or these guys were really ready...perhaps it was both.

"Ok, stud, you're next!" I said, smiling at the good looking blonde boy.

"Yummmmmy!!" we heard Monica exclaim only a short time after the blonde guy had entered the stall. This time the sucking noises seemed even louder than they had before, and once again in a very short time, we could hear the grunting sounds of another teenage climax. But this time the door didn't open and the sucking noises continued .

"She's gonna suck him off again!" one of the young boys exclaimed.

"Sure seems like it," I said with a smile. "Think maybe she found something she likes?" I asked.

"Ole Davey is hung like a horse!" he replied. "I guess she likes 'em big, huh, mister?"

"She likes 'em all, son. Believe me, she does," I said.

"Ohhhh, what a cock!!" Monica exclaimed from within the stall. "You've got to fuck me with that thing! Shove it up my cunt. Now!!"

I saw her hands appeahr at the top of the stall as she stood now, begging the young stud to fuck her doggy style.

"Sure lady!! I'll fuck you. I can't wait to get this dick into your juicy, little twat! Hey wait. Lady, you've got something in here. What is...hey, Sammy, the whore has some metal balls up her cunt!! You ever heard of such a thing? Fuckin' metal balls!! Damn!!"

"Wait, I'll get them out!" Monica cried. "Just don't go anywhere. I need that monster cock in my fuck hole!! Here, now fuuuuucccfckkk meeeeee!!!!"

After having already shot a big load of cum in my slave-slut's mouth, the blonde-headed Davey had much more staying power this time around, and he pumped his thick and long cock hard into Monica's dripping wet cunt. I watched her knuckles turn white as she grasped the top of the stall and really began to fear we would be discovered as what was supposed to have been a quick blow job turned into a marathon fuck.

"Damn! He's really screwing the whore!" exclaimed the darmk haired boy. "Listen to her moan and groan! Fuck her Davey!! Fuck her!"

"Yessssss, Ohhhh Yesssss!!!!. That's it!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.....fuuuuuuuckkkk meeeeeee!!!!" Monica cried, and suddenly her orgasm was sweeping through her impaled body. Davey began to come for the second time as Monica screamed her delight, and finally after what had seemed like forever, a pleased but exhausted Davey walked out of the stall.

"Mister, that's some wife you've got there! If you ever neeud our help again, I hope you'll let us know. I work at the Kroger store on Hanover Avenue every afternoon. Gimme a call. The name is Davey Anderson. Whew!!...what a piece of ass!"

The guys left the men's room amid profuse and sincere thank you's, and I walked over to the stall to check on my now obviously very satisfied wife. She was still holding on to the top of the stall, her dress rolled up in a ball and tucked under her belt. Her legs were still spread open widely and cum ran from haer hole and dripped onto the floor below her.

I took the ben waa balls from her tightly clenched hand and pushed them back into her cunt. Lowering my pants, I took my cock out and dipped it in the fuck that the horny young blonde stud had just deposited in her still trembling pussy. Removing it from that hole and positioning it at the opening of her ass, I pressed it forward feeling the head pop into her asshole. Without a word, I began fucking her in the ass, my hands holding her's to the stop of the stall.

I was vaguely aware at some point during the fucking of her ass that someone had entered the men's room, but it didn't matter any more. It also didn't matter that the door was open or that we were being watched. I had cum to dump, and there was only one hole left that didn't have the cum of some other cock in it.

Moments later, when I had spilled my cum into her ass, I lowered Monica's dress and led her out of the stall. The black maintenance man stood smiling at us, nleaning on his mop and obviously having enjoyed the show. "Hot stuff!" he exclaimed with a slow whistle.

"Hot stuff is right!" I said with a smile, and took my wife home.

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