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   MRWADE02.STY                                           By  Master  Wade




                            Monica Goes For a Ride



             It   was   one of those lovely May days when the temperature,
   flowers,  and   the   sound of the birds made anyone with the least bit
   of   sensitivity    overwhelmingly   aware   that   spring  had  indeed
   arrived.  I  had been at work    for  only  an  hour when Monica called
   and  asked  if  I could come home.  It    was  not  unusual  for her to
   make  such  a  request;  we  had  an  understanding    about  that.   I
   allowed   her  to  call  me anytime she wanted to and to ask    for  me
   to   come  home  whenever  she  needed  sex.  Sometimes I just made her
   hotter   and  made  her masturbate herself, but other times I went home
   and     either   watched  her  bring  herself  to an orgasm or used her
   in some way    until she came at least once before I returned to work.
            We   had  only been married for a little less than a year, but
   Monica     had  been  my  slave  long  before  we  married.  We had met
   on  a  computer     service  that  was  somewhat  sex oriented, and had
   gradually  become  aware     that   we  enjoyed  and  needed  dominance
   and   submission   in  our sexual    relationship.   This had continued
   over  the  telephone  and  later on when we    dated, but it had really
   begun to flower once we were married.
            I   had   taken   my   time  in  training  Monica  and she had
   responded     beautifully.    She   had   gradually   been  exposed  to
   more  and  more  of  the     realm   of  the slave until almost without
   realizing  it she had turned into    a  hungry  slave  slut  who  could
   never seem to get enough of her MASTER.
       She  had  long  ago  learned  that  it  not  only  pleased  me  for
   her  to    masturbate  often,  but  that  I expected and demanded it of
   her.   Often  I     would   tell   her  what  to  think about while she
   fingered  her  little  clit  or    shoved  things  up  her  hungry slut
   fuck  hole,  but  there  were other times    when  I  simply  told  her
   to   go   masturbate  and  think about anything or    anyone  that  she
   wanted   to   think  about.   Most of the time when I was    around  to
   watch   I   would  make  her  come  back  into  the  room that I was in
   when   she   was   ready to come and finish while she stood or knelt in
   front     of   me, but other times when she came in the room to ask for
   my  permission     to   come  I would just send her back to the bedroom
   and  listen  with  a  smile    on my face at the moans and gasps as she
   brought herself to a climax.
             What  really  surprised me about her calling so early on this
   spring     morning   was  that  I had allowed her to come before I left
   for  work,  and  it     had  seemed  to  me  to  be an unusually strong
   orgasm  for her.  There was    nothing  at all unusual about her waking
   up  horny,  she had been doing that    for  months  now,  ever  since I
   started  inserting  the  dildo in her ass at    night  before  allowing
   her  to  sleep.  There was something about waking up    in  the morning
   and  realizing  that she had slept all night with that dildo    in  her
   ass   that   made  her  really  hot  to fuck.  Some mornings if I awoke
   before   her   I  would  wake  her by rubbing my balls against her lips
   as  I     knelt  over her, but usually I would awake to find her hungry
   little  mouth     working   on my cock, balls or asshole.  Monica is an
   extremely  oral  little     slut   who  really  loves  cocksucking  and
   the  taste  of  warm  cum, but its    almost  as  if  she  loves  balls
   and  assholes just as much as cocks.  One    time  just  as  a  test of
   my  control  and  her submissiveness I told her to    lick  my  asshole
   without   touching   my  cock  until I told her to stop and    over  an
   hour   passed   before  I  finally  let  her  take my cock in her mouth
   and finish me.  Even then she seemed reluctant to leave my ass.
             But  this  morning  when I awoke I found her laying beside me
   on  her     stomach   humping  her hand.  I slid my hand under her warm
   little  belly  and     let   my   fingers   join hers at her sloppy wet
   cunt,  sliding  two of mine in    along  side  the  two she already had
   up  inside  her little fuck hole.  She    fucked  those four fingers as
   if  they  were  the  best  cock  she  had  ever had,    her  tight  ass
   rising   and   falling   deliciously  with  each thrust of her    hips.
   She   still  had  the  dildo  in her ass, of course, she knew full well
   that   only  I could remove the dildo from her ass in the mornings, and
   when     she   was   ready   to  come  she  reached back with her other
   hand  and  began     fucking  the  dildo in and out of her hot asshole.
   She  turned  her  head to    me  as  she  hunched and bumped and humped
   her  slut  holes against the firm    intruders  inside  them  and  said
   "I   live   to  fuck, MASTER, I'm a dirty    little  tramp  slave  slut
   who  wants  only  to  please  her  MASTER!!  Please,    please  MASTER,
   may   your   dirty   slave  slut whore show you what a hungry    little
   piece  she  is  and  come  all over her hand?"  Turning my head to look
   into   her  eyes  and  smiling  wickedly, I began spanking her churning
   ass     cheeks   and   replied   "   Yes,  my  trembling and submissive
   little slave you    may come for your MASTER now!"
             Her   hips  raised  higher and higher with each thrust as she
   continued     to  impale  her  hungry  holes  on  the fingers and dildo
   inside  her  body,    until  at  the  height of her orgasm she was like
   a  wild  and  wanton animal    lewdly  slamming  her holes full of hard
   probes  and  grunting  over and over    again  as  she  came.   Finally
   her  moans  stopped  and  she  collapsed  on  the    bed breathless and
   panting.
             Now,  not much over two hours since coming so violently, here
   she  was     on  the  phone  wanting  me  to  come  home  and fuck her.
   I  decided  that     perhaps  this  was  a  good day to exlore some new
   territory  with  my  slave     and   told  her  that  I  would  be home
   shortly.   I  also  told her to dress    herself  in  the  white  dress
   that  I had bought for her the previous week    and  to  wear  under it
   her  white  garter  belt outfit and tan stockings.  I    also  told her
   to  not  wear  the  bra that came with the set, only the garter    belt
   and   the   little  shiny  white  panties.   It  was  a lovely dress, a
   very      light   material   that  was  actually  rather  easy  to  see
   through.   Normally  a    woman  would  not  wear  that dress without a
   slip  under  it,  especially  if    she  was  wearing  a  garter  belt,
   but  we  both  knew when I bought it that    there  would  not  be many
   times  when  Monica  would wear it with a slip, no    matter  where  we
   were   going   or  who  would  see her.  She knew without my    telling
   her   to   wear  the  ankle  bracelet  on which I had had the word slut
   engraved as well as the 4 inch high heels that matched the dress.
             Much   to   my   delight   when   I  arrived home I found her
   dressed and    sitting  on  the couch in the living room watching an x-
   rated  movie on the    vcr  her  fingers  busy  inside her little white
   panties.   I  kissed  her  on    the  cheek and played with her nipples
   through  the  thin material until she    was  almost  ready to come and
   then  made  her  stop,  turning off the vcr and    informing  her  that
   we   were  going for a ride.  She was never very happy    when  I  made
   her  stop  before  she  could come, but she knew that she would    come
   many   times   before  the  day  was  over  and of course she knew that
   she     would   be   punished  if  she  complained  about my making her
   stop.   So  with  a     loud sigh she lowered her dress and followed me
   out to the car.
             Opening  the  door for her I watched her enter the car in the
   manner     which   I   had   prescribed for her, sitting down first and
   then  sliding  her     dress   up  above  her  knees  just the required
   amount  before  swinging her    legs  in  and sliding her dress up even
   further.   She  had  long  ago  learned     the  proper  way  to  enter
   and   exit   a   car  both when there were others    present  and  when
   we   were   alone.    Actually  there  was only one major    difference
   in   the  two  approaches,  that  being  that  when  we  were alone she
   raised   her   dress  all the way to her waist and opened her legs wide
   after     having   swung her legs inside the car.  If there were others
   present  or  if     another   man was holding the door open for her she
   merely  raised  her  dress     as  high as possible without her garters
   showing  before  he closed the door    on  her  side  of the car.  This
   in  itself  was  of  course a very sexy thing    to  see  and  I  often
   had   enjoyed   watching  men  roll  their  eyes as they    watched  my
   little   slut  enter  and leave cars.  Monica seldom had to open    the
   door   of   a   car   for  herself.   The procedure was the same if she
   was     driving   and  a man opened the drivers side door for her, even
   if  I  was not    along.   I  knew that the men who watched her display
   her  legs  in  that  way    would  want  to  fuck  her, but I also knew
   that  she  would  only fuck those    men  that  I  allowed her to fuck,
   and  it  pleased me for her to make cocks    hard.   When  she  got out
   of  the  car  the procedure was even more exciting    because  she  had
   been   trained   to  open  her  legs  and  place  one foot at a    time
   outside   the   car  when  the  door  was  being  held open for her and
   only     to   lower  and  smooth  out  her dress after standing.  There
   was  always  a    good  view  to be had even when I allowed her to wear
   pantyhose,  which  was     not  often,  and even then they were usually
   crotchless pantyhose.
             I   was aware that she had turned her head and was looking at
   me  as  I     turned  into the gas station, but I paid her little mind.
   She  knew that I    would  not  allow  her  to lower her dress, and she
   also  knew  how  much the    man  who  ran  the  station loved to clean
   the  windshield  of our car while    the  gas was being pumped into the
   tank.   She  hated  the  way  the  man  looked    at  her so lewdly and
   openly  stared  at  her pantied crotch and yet she knew    that  I  was
   allowing  him  to look and that there was nothing she could do    about
   it  that  she  would  not pay for later on.  So she just sat there with
   her   head   bowed   and  her  eyes  lowered  as  the man looked at her
   stockinged     legs  and  her damp white panties.  I always acted as if
   there  was  nothing     unusual   at   all   about her sitting there so
   exposed  and  paid  no attention    at all to the man's lewd staring at
   my wifes exposed crotch.
             Soon   we  were back on the road again, and while I knew that
   she  was     upset   with   me   for exposing her to the man at the gas
   station  I was also    very  much aware that her cunt had dampened even
   more  in  the  process.   the     smell  of  her  pussy  permeated  the
   air in the car and I breathed it in    deeply with great satisfaction.
             As we turned onto the four lane highway leading away from our
   little     town   I   inserted the tape that I had been saving for just
   such  a  day  into    the  cassette  player.   It  was  a  special tape
   that  I had made just for    Monica  to  listen to while we were in the
   car  together.   It had been made    at  a  party  which  I  had thrown
   while  Monica  had been away visiting her    father  and brother in New
   York.   I  had  invited  a  group  of  people over who    were  special
   friends   of   ours.   They  were  all very much aware of who    Monica
   is   and   what   she  is  for, and all of them had had sex with her on
   numerous   occasions.    The  reason I had thrown the party was to give
   us  a    chance  to  discuss  our  next get-together with Monica and to
   plan  how  we     would   use  her at that time, but I had also had the
   idea for this tape and    had planned on making it also.
              The  tape  had  some  of  our  favorite  music  on  it,  but
   interspersed  with     the   music   were   the   voices of our friends
   speaking  to  Monica about very    filthy  and dirty things.  There was
   Dan  the  college quarterback reminding    Monica  that he still wanted
   to   have  her  join  him  and  the  rest  of  the  team     in   their
   lockerroom   some   night   after  a  game.   He  talked  openly to her
   about   how  they would all let her suck their cocks and how they would
   take     turns   fucking   her   over   and  over  again until they had
   spilled  all  their     cum   into  and  onto her.  Then there was Paul
   the  dark-haired  stockbroker     who   talked   for   a  solid fifteen
   minutes  about  how  much  he loved to fuck    her  in  the ass.  There
   was  Cindy,  the  high  school cheerleader who in her    giggly  little
   voice  kept  telling  Monica  over  and  over how much she wanted    to
   let   the   whole  cheerleading  squad  watch  Monica perform for them.
   She     made  it  quite  clear that "performing" for them would include
   eating  all     their   juicy   little   cunts.    Robert,   the  black
   lawyer,  loved  to  tease     Monica   about   her   love   for   black
   cocks,   and   spent  his  allotted  time     talking   to   her  in  a
   really  degrading  way  about  what a slut she was to    love  to  suck
   him    off    as  much  as  she  did.   While  his  features  were  not
   particulary   those  of  a  black  man his voice certainly was, and his
   teasing     and  chiding  words  took  on  extra  impact because of his
   accent  and  the     sound   of  his  voice  calling  her  a slut and a
   whore  and  a  dirty little    nigger  sucking tramp.  John, the police
   sargent  talked  about  hand-cuffing     her  and  fucking her with his
   night-stick  while  some  of  the  other  guys  in     the   department
   watched,   and   then  letting  them  all  take  turns with her.     He
   also   talked   about  catching  her  with  Robert  and spanking her in
   front    of the others because she had been sucking his black dick.
             As   I  had expected, Monica was unable to listen to the tape
   without     getting   very  excited and she would either finger herself
   or  reach for my    hand  and  place  it  on  her sopping wet cunt each
   time  one  of  the voices    would  begin  to  speak.   I  smiled  with
   satisfaction  watching  her  grow     increasingly  hot  and seeing her
   come  over  and  over again as the familiar    and exciting voices made
   her feel even more submissive.
             As   we  rode  along she became far too hot and submissive to
   care  what    was  going  on  in  the world around her, and I purposely
   pulled  alongside     trucks   to  let  the  drivers have a view of her
   fingering  her  little  cunt  as     she  listened  to  the  voices  on
   the  tape.  I also told her to open her    dress  from  the  top to her
   waist  so  that  the  drivers  could see her perky    little  tits  and
   watch     as     she    pinched    her    hardening    nipples    while
   masturbating.
             When   the   tape  ended,  I  turned  on the cb radio so that
   we  could     listen   to  the  chatter  among  the  truck  drivers who
   had  been  watching     Monica   perform  for  them.  That seemed to be
   the  first  time  that  she  was     really   aware  that they had been
   watching  her,  she  had been so lost in her    lust  that  she  hadn't
   given  it much thought while it was occuring.  When    she  saw me take
   the  microphone  in  hand and begin to talk about her to the    drivers
   she   began   to   beg  me  to  stop, telling me that I was embarrasing
   her   and  pleading  with me to not tell them all the dirty things that
   she     enjoyed   doing   as   my  slave.  But I not only told them how
   much  she  loved     to   suck  big hard cocks, but invited them all to
   meet  us  at  the next rest    stop where I would let them all have her
   hot little mouth on their dicks.
             When   we   pulled   into  the rest stop we were met by 9 hot
   and  horny    truck  drivers  of  all  descriptions  who  couldn't wait
   to  have  this  hot     little   slave  of  mine  take their cum in her
   mouth.   Knowing  that  there  was     no   point   in   refusing,  and
   frankly   needing  their cum as much as they    needed  for her to suck
   it  from  them,  Monica  got  out of the car and walked    directly  to
   the  mens  room  motioning  for them to follow her.  Once inside    the
   men   began  pawing  at  her,  their  rough hands unbuttoning her dress
   and     sliding   it   off  her body.  They all grabbed at her tits and
   felt  between    her  legs  and  pressed  their  mouths against hers in
   hot,  sloppy kisses.     She  felt hands on her ass cheeks pulling them
   apart,  hands on her thighs,    hands  on her tits and lips kissing her
   naked  legs  and  neck.   Their  seemed     to  be  fingers everywhere,
   fingers  pinching  her  nipples,  fingers  pusshing     at   her  cunt,
   trying   to   enter   her asshole.  She felt hard dicks being    placed
   in   her   hands   and  rubbed  against her naked body.  She jerked the
   cocks   in  her  hands  as  they  lowered her to the floor, feeling two
   men     opening   her   legs   and   holding  them apart as another man
   lowered  himself     between   her   stockinged   thighs.   Now another
   sweaty  body  was straddling    her  chest  and a cock was being placed
   in  her  open and hungry mouth.  All    she  could  see  feel and think
   about  was  cocks.   There  seemed  to  be  cocks    everywhere.   Hard
   thick   smelly   cocks   fucking   her  mouth  and  hands  and    cunt,
   fucking  her and spewing their white hot cum into her and onto her.
       She   had   no   idea   how  long  they  kept her there or how many
   times  they     fucked   her.    She  really  didn't even know how many
   times  she  came herself    although she knew she came several times in
   succession  more than once.        Finally  she  realized  that she was
   alone  and  that  they  had  left her    there  by  herself,  naked and
   covered  with  cum,  lying  on  the  floor  of the    mens  room.   She
   struggled   to   her   feet  looking around for her dress,    realizing
   to  her  dismay  that  the  dress  was  not  there.  She washed herself
   off   as  best she could and then peeking out the door of the mens room
   saw     her   MASTER  standing  by  their  car holding her dress in his
   hands.   She     motioned   for   him   to bring her the dress and then
   realized  that  he would    not  do  that,  and  that she would have to
   cross  the  parking  area  clad in    only  her  stockings and panties.
   The  embarrasment  of  having to cross the    parking  area nearly nude
   was  minor  compared  to the gang-bang she had just    experienced  and
   Monica   walked   calmly   to   the  car.   She expected me to    allow
   her   to   put   her   dress  on, but instead found that I had spread a
   sheet   over   the   back   seat  and was instructing her to lay on her
   side  in     the   back  for the remainder of the trip.  She meekly lay
   on  her side with    her  naked  ass  exposed  and  felt my handcuffing
   her  with her arms beind    her.   The tape played over and over on the
   return  trip  home  and  she  found     herself  still  longing  to  be
   able  to  finger  herself and being terribly    frustrated by the cuffs
   which kept her hands behind her back.
             After   what  seemed like hours but was only a few minutes we
   arrived     back   at  our  home.   I helped the bound little slave get
   out  of  the back    seat  and  led her into the house still semi-naked
   and  still  cuffed.   Once    inside  I removed the handcuff's and took
   Monica  into  the bedroom and laid her gently on  the bed to rest while
   I  ran  her bath.  I finished removing her clothing while the water was
   running  and  afterward  slowly eased her into the hot water and bathed
   her  gently,  making  sure to remove all the come that had been spilled
   onto  her  earlier.  After the bath I allowed her to douche in front of
   me  and  then  having her kneel in the tub greased her asshole well and
   inserted  the  enema  nozzle,  filling her ass with warm soapy water to
   remove  the  cum that had been shot up her dark hole by the horny truck
   drivers.
          After  drying  her  beautiful  naked  body  off with a big rough
   towel,  I  turned back the covers of our bed and laid my sweet slave on
   the  cool  sheets,  kissing  her gently and telling her to rest while I
   fixed  her  something  to eat.  I then fixed a nice chef's salad for us
   both  and served her the salad and a glass of white wine in bed.  After
   we  had  eaten  I  told  her  I  wanted her to take a short nap while I
   attended  to  the  preperations  for  the rest of her evening.  She was
   asleep  in  less  than five minutes, and taking the piece of paper from
   my  wallet  on  which she had written her phone number, I called my new
   friend Donna.  This was going to be a day to remember.
             Once in the living room Monica was placed in a straight chair
   in  the     middle   of   the  room  and  her  ankles were bound to the
   back  legs of the    chair.   Her  hands  were  tied behind the back of
   the  chair  and  she  found     herself   bound   and  naked  with  her
   legs   open   and   her  cunt and tits    exposed.   Cheryl  bent  down
   and   kissed  Monica  warmly  on  the  mouth,  her     tongue  slipping
   between   her   lips   to   tease  and  touch her own hungry    tongue.
   She  then  explained  to  Monica  that  they  were going to observe her
   for   a   while   before   allowing  her to eat them, and slowly Monica
   became    aware that others were entering the room.


   To Be Continued...