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MRWADE.208                                         By Master Wade





                           Summer Time



                           Chapter One





     Master Wade looked at his watch and shook his head.  Seven

Thirty. It was only a high school football game, but he still

didn't want to be late.  He walked down the hall to the bedroom and

looked through the partially opened door.

     Monica lay on her stomach on the bed, nude, her hands under

her body, one massaging her left breast, the other working at her

always-wet little pussy.  Her ass rose and fell as she masturbated,

the cheeks clenching from time to time, just as they did when his

cock was inside her anus.  The horny little slut moaned and with a

quick catch of her breath, spread her legs a bit wider and raised

her ass up into the air.  Her orgasm was near.

     Slipping quietly into the room, Master Wade picked up the belt

that was draped over a chair near the door and swung it hard toward

the naked girl's buttocks.  It landed before she was aware that he

had entered the room, and the impact of the blow, and the surprise

of its landing, pushed her up a step toward her climax.  He swung

the belt again, smiling at the way she pushed her ass out at him

now, knowing there was more of the belt to feel against her soft

skin.  Four or five more swats with the belt and she was coming,

her ass rising and falling rapidly, her muscles tense and beginning

to lock up, horny little-girl grunts and moans escaping with gasps

of breath from her painted lips.

     When Monica's body fell limply to the bed, Master Wade tossed

the belt into the chair and went back into the Den.  Moments later

she appeared, dressed and ready to go to the game.

     "Thanks for the help, Master," she said, a bit embarrassed. 

"I guess I've made us late, haven't I?"

     "Yes, you have, Monica.  But we still have time to see most of

the game.  Did you have your mind on anything interesting this

time?"

     Monica smiled.  She always had her mind on something

interesting.

     "Well, yes, I think so, Master," she said, as she slid into

the car.  She adjusted her hem, exposing her legs nearly to her

panties.  "I was thinking about the game and all those guys on the

football team.  Young guys really get horny sometimes, don't they,

Master?"

     "Yes, little piece, they sure do.  But I think I told you that

you don't get any young guys until you bring another girl home,

didn't I?"

     "Yes. I haven't forgotten.  I was only fantasizing about them

fucking me, Master.  It was pretty hard not to, with us going to

the game and all."

     "I understand.  Next time you'll start playing with it a

little earlier, though, won't you?"

     "Yes, I will, Master...of course."  The truth was that she had

already made it one time and had decided to go for seconds.  But he

didn't have to know everything.

     

     They arrived at the game midway through the second quarter. 

It was a closer game than anyone had expected, and the large home-

coming crowd was rocking the stadium with their enthusiasm.  There

being no seats left in the stands, they were forced to stand along

the sidelines, just below the cheerleaders.  Monica always

preferred to sit directly in front of the cheerleaders, where she

could keep her eye on the girls as well as the players, but that

was out of the question this time.  She looked over the crowd in

the stands while Master Wade became engrossed in the action on the

field.

     "Oh, God, Master," Monica suddenly said, taking his arm and

rising on her toes to whisper in his ear.  "Look at her!"

     Master Wade turned, and immediately saw the young woman who

had elicited such a response from his sexy young wife/slut.  She

stood in the stands in the company of a young man and another young

woman.  The girl was beautiful beyond words, and stood out from the

rest of the crowd to such an extent that it was almost shocking. 

The fact that her date for the evening was dressed in a black

leather biker's jacket and torn jeans added a touch of trashiness

to her which only served to highlight her beauty.

     The girl appeared to be in her early twenties.  Master Wade

estimated her height to be approximately 5'7", and her weight in

the area of 120 pounds.  She was blonde, her long straight hair

cascading perfectly a couple of inches past her shoulders.  She

raised her hand to run her fingers through her hair, and he could

see that her nails were expertly manicured and painted a bright red

to match her skillfully applied lipstick.  Her clothes were simple,

sparkling clean, and fit her like the proverbial glove.  The black

top was cut low, just low enough to reveal cleavage which hinted of

C cup breasts.  The thin material followed her body closely, over

the full breasts, across the tight young belly, and into stone-

washed jeans that he was sure she had struggled to get on.  She

turned slightly to look behind her, and the view from the back was

as perfect as from the front, her firm buns wonderfully shaped and

highlighted by the tight denim.

     "Isn't she something?", Monica asked, as they stared at her.

     "I'll say," he replied.  "I don't think I've seen anything

like that around here in years, if ever.  I wonder who she is?  Do

you recognize any of them?"

     "No...I don't.  She's with the guy, isn't she?  I mean, the

other girl must be his sister, or a friend of theirs, or something,

right?"

     "I would think so.  Damn, she's beautiful!"  The football game

was suddenly forgotten, and Master Wade stared into the girl's

face, hoping to make eye contact with her.  Monica did the same,

only vaguely aware that they now had their back to the game, as if

it didn't exist.

     "May I try, Master?", Monica asked, pressing her left breast

against his arm.

     "By all means, Monica, although I'm not sure how to advise you

to do it.  Do whatever works, though.  At least get a phone number

or something...we can't let this one slip away."

     "Maybe the other girl is her lover," Monica said, keeping her

eyes on the blonde.

     "Maybe.  No, I don't think so.  I don't think she is

especially pleased that the other girl is there.  The guy MUST be

her date, but he's paying the other girl a lot of attention."

     "I see what you mean.  The grass is greener, huh?"

     "There IS no greener grass than that, Monica.  Unless she's a

prude or something.  You never know."

     "Well, if that girl is a prude, I'm Mary Poppins, Master,"

Monica said, grinning.  "She knows just how unthinkably beautiful

she is and wants to turn as many people on as she can...otherwise

she would have dressed differently.  She couldn't look ordinary if

she tried, but those clothes sure don't hide any of her charms."

     "She'd make a good dress-up girl, wouldn't she, Monica?"

     "Mmmmmmmmm...don't you know it!  Garter belts, stockings,

heels, french cuts, bustiers, bikini's...she can wear anything and

make it look good."

     Master Wade leaned down to Monica and whispered in her ear:

"Would my cum taste good in that, Monica?"

     Monica swallowed hard and grasp his arm more tightly.  She

nodded slowly.

     "Would you rather fuck football players, or eat her ass,

Monica?", he whispered, lewdly.

     "Her ass, Master," Monica replied, breathily in his ear.  "Or

both," she added, quickly, grinning.

     "Get me that and you can have all the football players you

want, you little whore," he replied, pinching her nipple through

her blouse.

     Monica chuckled to herself.  It was doubtful he would live up

to that promise, in spite of how much he meant it at the moment. 

Except for a few first and second year college guys, he'd not let

her have any young cock in more than a year.  Doing the team would

be great, but it would be too hard to keep it quiet.  But it didn't

matter...she'd do almost anything to get a chance to smell this

sweet blonde's cunt, young cock or not.

     The two girls began working their way down the bleachers,

leaving the young man alone.  Obviously they were headed for the

restrooms.

     "Maybe this is my chance," Monica said, releasing her Master's

arm.

     "Could be.  Be careful.  We don't want to mess this up by

going too fast for her, okay?"

     "I won't.  Wish me luck."

     Monica headed for the restrooms, only a few steps behind the

two girls.  The other girl was cute, but not at all stunning like

the blonde.  She was several inches shorter and not nearly as

pretty.  Her dark hair was curly and short, her body compact, if

ordinary.

     Inside, when she got her chance, Monica approached the blonde.

     "Excuse me, but my husband and I couldn't help but notice how

very beautiful you are.  Are you a former homecoming queen or

anything like that?"

     The shorter girl chuckled at Monica's question, and the blonde

looked at her, as if they shared some secret.

     "I get asked that sort of question quite often, and, of

course, I'm always flattered, but no, I've never been any kind of

beauty queen.  I was one of the ugly ducklings in high school, I

guess."

     "I find that hard to believe.  How long have you been out of

high school?", Monica asked.

     "Three years.  Carol and I are roomies in college.  She

graduated from here and I'm just visiting."

     "And the young man with you...is he your date?", Monica asked.

     Once again the shorter girl laughed.

     "Well, he's OUR date, I guess you'd say," the blonde replied.

"He lives with us too."

     "He looks a bit older than the two of you," Monica replied.

     "Yes, he's not in school.  I guess you could say he's our

landlord, sort of."  The girl laughed again.

     This time, Monica laughed too.  "I think I know what you mean. 

I lived with my husband for a while before we got married.  He

never felt the need to charge me any rent, you can be sure of

that."

     The younger girls laughed knowingly and began to work their

way toward the door.

     "Before you go," Monica said, trying to hide the desperation

she felt, "my husband would be very disappointed in me if I didn't

introduce you to him, or at least invite you to have drinks with us

after the game.  Do you have plans?"

     "We don't exactly have any plans," responded the blonde, "but

why do you want to have drinks with us?  You don't know anything

about us."

     Monica's self-confidence waned a bit.  This could go either

way.

     "I don't want to frighten you.  We both enjoy young people

very much.  Spending time with them helps us to stay young

ourselves.  We both just find you very compelling."

     "I think what she is trying to say, Summer," the shorter girl

said, "is that they want you to go home with them.  You don't

really want all three of us to have drinks with you, now do you?",

she asked.

     "Certainly all of you would be welcome.  Please don't take me

the wrong way.  The last thing we want to do is offend you."

     The blonde, Summer, the girl had called her, looked into

Monica's eyes deeply.

     "I'm not easily offended, so relax.  Just say what you want.

Carol and Todd don't have to go with me everywhere I go."

     "Well, your friend was right.  My husband wants you to come

home with us."  Monica blushed slightly.

     "But what do you want?", the blonde asked.  She was perceptive

and persistent.

     "Oh, believe me...I want you to come home with us too.  Maybe

even more than he does."

     Summer smiled at Monica and waited to see if she would say

anything further.  When she did not, she asked Monica to write

their address and telephone number on a piece of paper so that

Carol and Todd would know where she was.  When that was done she

told Carol not to worry about her, that she would call her by

midnight.

     "You will see that I get a ride home, won't you?", she asked

Monica.

     "Of course.  We'll have you home whenever you say."

     "Okay," Summer said, ending the discussion.  "I'll meet you

and your husband at the front gate after the game.  See you then?"

     "Yes!", Monica said, smiling.  "Thanks for agreeing to come. 

You won't be sorry."

     

     Needless to say, Master Wade was pleased with the results of

Monica's efforts.

     "Does she know what we have in mind?", he asked, watching the

blonde's ass move in her jeans as she and her friend moved back up

the bleachers to join their male friend.

     "Well, we didn't specifically discuss any plans, other than

her coming to our house for drinks," she replied.  "But she and her

girlfriend both knew it was sex we wanted.  And I'm pretty sure she

knows it involves being with me, too."

     Monica told her Master about their conversation, including the

bit about the relationship between the three young people.  "As

best I can tell, the girls fuck him so they don't have to pay rent.

And I have a feeling they play with each other too, but I could be

wrong about that."

     "Hard to believe a girl as drop-dead gorgeous as that would

fuck some biker son-of-a-bitch for rent money.  If she's willing to

be a whore she could be rich in no time."

     "Well, she's still young, and I don't think she has quite come

to grips with just how lovely she really is.  She's no dummy

though...I think she's just doing what she wants and not worrying

too much about what anyone else thinks about it.  Maybe she's a bit

of a free spirit, you know?"

     "Well, we're going to find out pretty soon just exactly what

she is, and I'm proud of you, Monica."

     

     The game finally ended.  Summer was waiting for them at the

front gate, just as she had promised.  Monica slid next to her

Master, leaving room for Summer in the front seat with them. 

Monica slid her dress up, as she had been trained to do.  Summer

watched her actions with interest, but made no comment.

     "I'm glad you could come home with us, Summer," Master Wade

said.

     "Me too," Summer replied.  "Do you do this often?"

     "Have guests, you mean?"

     "Have guests...pick up girls...whatever you want to call it."

     Her frankness brought a smile to Master Wade's lips.

     "Not that often, really.  But then it isn't often we meet

someone as lovely as you are.  How about you...do you do this

often?"

     "Well, it's usually guys who hit on me.  That happens a lot,

but they don't succeed very often.  I've been with a few couples

before, but not that many times.  Except for Carol and Todd, that

is.  But that's different."

     "Carol and Todd...are they a couple?", Monica asked.

     "Yes. I lied about Carol and I being roomies in college.  Todd

has a topless club, and Carol and I both dance there.  And they let

me live with them."

     "So you and Carol and Todd are together sexually fairly

often?", Master Wade asked.

     "Yeah.  A lot, actually.  But more at work than at home, I

guess.  See, there are six of us who dance.  We each do six sets a

night on stage, and then we do table dancing in between our sets.

Most of the girls are either bisexual or lesbians, and it's gotten

to be a regular thing for them to play with me after my sets.  It's

a different girl each time, so Carol gets her turn, and then Todd

gets a turn sometime during the night too, usually."

     "The other girls play with you, but not with each other?",

Master Wade asked, trying to get the picture clear in his mind.

     "Well, sometimes they play with each other, but we don't have

that much time, really.  Todd wants us out there table dancing, and

of course that's where we make most of our money, so we want to be

out there too."

     "But they always play with you, right?", Monica asked.

     "Uh huh.  Usually we follow a sort of routine...Jade dances

first on stage, so she's the first one to do me after my first set.

Melinda dances second on stage, so she's the second one to do me. 

Like that."

     "Why you?  I mean, the answer to that is pretty obvious, I

guess...all it takes is one look at you, but why is it ALWAYS you?" 

Monica was excited by the conversation, but she was still a little

confused.

     "It all started when Todd fucked me between sets one time. It

was when I first started dancing, and I guess he liked my dancing. 

Anyway, he didn't try to hide it from Carol or the others, he just

did me right after I came offstage.  Carol said that was okay with

her, but she was going to get some too, so after my next dance, she

ate Todd's cum out.  That got to be pretty regular, and I guess it

turned the other girls on to know what was happening.  Anyway, they

each wanted a turn, and asked Todd about it and Todd asked me, and

so now they do it every night.  I get really hot dancing, and I

like knowing someone is waiting back there to get me off."

     "All the girls eat you?", Monica asked.

     "Mostly that's what they do.  Sometimes we just make out and

finger each other, but usually they go down on me."

     "You don't return the favor by eating them?"

     "I do Carol sometimes at home, but I don't do the other girls,

unless they come over to Todd's or something.  They don't usually

give me a chance.  When Jade first started...Jade's the youngest

one, and I was her first woman...she wouldn't eat me, but she would

just push her nose into my panties and smell me while I fingered

her and got her off.  She's really cute and probably the best

dancer, so I was glad when she finally started taking my panties

off like the others.  She's really good with her tongue, and makes

me come real hard."

     All this talk of pussy eating was getting to Monica and her

Master.  He rubbed Monica's pussy through her panties during most

of Summer's explanation.

     "I bet you're really wet after stripping for all those men on

stage, aren't you, Summer?", Master Wade asked, his fingers

drenched by Monica's seeping juices.

     "Always.  That's why they like to do me as soon as possible

after I dance.  They laugh about it sometimes and talk about

getting me while I'm fresh."

     Master Wade smiled.  "I think Monica's just about

fresh...would you like to feel what I mean?"  Monica slid her dress

up higher as Summer looked down at her crotch.  Summer moved her

hand across the wife/slut's naked thigh, caressing it gently as

Master Wade moved his fingers away from Monica's soaked panties.

Monica's knees danced toward each other slightly at Summer's first

touch, and then opened again, wider than before.

     "I see what you mean...she really gets wet too, doesn't she?",

Summer asked.

     "Yes, she does, Summer.  You're anxious to get our dancing

friend home, aren't you, Monica?"

     "Oh yes, Master," Monica replied, forgetting that Summer knew

only that they were married.

     "Master?  Do ya'll do that Master/slave thing?  I was with a

couple who did that once.  Very kinky!", she said, her fingers

rubbing up and down the crotch of Monica's wet panties.

     "Yes, Monica is my slave and my wife," Master Wade replied.

"She is very well trained, as you'll notice, I'm sure."

     "I guess you make her pull her dress up like she did when she

got in the car, huh?  Is that one of the things you do when you

train her?"

     "One of many things, Summer.  Monica wasn't a pussy eating

girl when we first met, either."

     "But now she is, huh?"

     "Oh yes."  Master Wade smiled broadly.  "Not often enough, but

yes, she will eat pussy for me now.  Or is it for you, now,

Monica?", he teased.

     "You know I like it very much, Master," Monica said, her voice

soft and relaxed.

     "When we get to your house you can have some of mine if you

want it," Summer said, flicking her middle finger across Monica's

clit through the panties.  "They all say I taste better than most. 

But they probably just say that."

     "Do you want some of Summer's pussy, Monica?", Master Wade

asked, pinching Monica's nipple through her dress.

     "Yes, Master...I'd like that very much," she replied, her hips

moving slightly in a rocking movement.

     Summer moved her hand away from Monica's panties and held the

fingers under her nose, sniffing them.

     "Mmmmm...she smells good.  Maybe I can have some too?", she

asked.

     "I think we can arrange that, can't we Monica?", he asked,

clamping down harder on the nipple.

     "Ungh...yes! Yes, Master...she can have some, if you want her

to."

     "Oh, I want her to, Monica.  But mostly I want to see you

licking her.  Do you like having your ass licked, Summer?", he

asked the young blonde, his voice now growing heavy with desire.

     "Only Melinda ever does that," Summer said, putting her hand

back between Monica's legs.  "But I love it when she does.  Not

many girls will get that nasty."

     Master Wade smiled again.  "True, but Monica will.  Anytime I

say."



     They turned into the driveway and entered the house, Monica

clinging to her Master's arm.



Continued in MRWADE.209



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