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 MRWADE.305                                        By Master Wade

   

   

   

                            The D/s Convention

   

                               Chapter Six

   

   

   

        I awoke the next morning with my girl's mouth on my cock. 

   This happens often, and I dearly love it. I don't always come 

   easily first thing in the morning, but I do almost always have my 

   morning piss to attend to.  Maria has learned to take whichever 

   comes most easily for me at such times, and we've gotten the 

   timing down just right so that she can get all of my stream 

   without us having to leave the bed unless I want her to kneel or 

   want to give her an external wash.  This morning I awoke with a 

   raging hardon, so there was cum for my girl, followed by her 

   morning piss drinking.

        Having typed the above paragraph, I realize that I have 

   introduced the facts therein with the same casualness one might 

   employ when discussing the weather.  This is somewhat unfair to my 

   girl, since the service she gives in this manner is a deeply 

   submissive and beautiful one.  At the same time, I realize that 

   the tone used in my remarks comes from the attitude her depth of 

   submission allows me; I truly can, and am encouraged by her to, 

   treat the pouring of piss into and onto my girl as a right of 

   ownership, and may feed or wash her in this manner whenever and as 

   often as I choose; which I do.  The dominant reader, who most 

   probably does not know the joy of owning a beautiful and 

   intelligent girl whose submission drives her to her knees to beg 

   for her Master's urination, may be doubtful. Don't be. The 

   submissive reader, some of whom may even still be struggling to 

   "swallow", may want to reflect on the depth of their own 

   submission, and remember that what they gain from their 

   relationship is directly proportional to what they give. Any other 

   reader, who by this point in this narrative does not see 

   themselves as either dominant or submissive, may as well go back 

   to watching Gilligan's Island re-runs on TV.  But I digress.

   

        We showered together and waited for room service to bring up 

   our breakfast.  While we waited, we cuddled and talked about our 

   experiences thus far.

   

        "Master, I need to tell you something," she said, as we lay 

   in bed with her leg draped over mine.

        "Of course, Precious. What?"

        "I really liked having Dan shoot his cum in my face last 

   night on the beach," she said, snuggling more closely and hugging 

   me. "I like that...being jerked off on...cum on."

        "Yes, I know you do. It really turned me on to see it. You're 

   a wonderful cock-sucking girl."

        "Thank you, Master. Was her ass good? She was really turned 

   on, wasn't she?"

        "She got really hot, yes. And yes, she has a great ass. There 

   is something about the shape of it and the way it feels when it's 

   pressed against my belly that is very nice. She's tight, but not 

   as tight as one might think, for her age. I think Dan must fuck 

   her in the ass often."

        "That's good, isn't it, Master? That she's an ass fucking 

   girl like me?  Isn't that nice?"

        I smiled at my darling girl. It would be nice if every woman 

   were like her, that's for sure.

        "Yes, it is nice. Do you mind too much that I don't let other 

   men fuck your ass?"

        "No!  Not at all, Master. I like that you save that for 

   yourself.  Besides, it isn't like you don't let men fuck my other 

   holes. I do want to have them all full of cock sometime, but 

   you'll help with that, won't you, Master?"

        "Of course I will, little piece."

        "Do you think I could fuck Cindy's ass with a strap-on 

   sometime, Master?  Maybe while you and Dan also fuck her?"

        "That would be delightful, Precious. I bet we can work that 

   out."

        "Mmmmmm...I wish she were here so that I could eat her for 

   you, Master.  Aren't her legs wonderful?"

        "Oh yes. They are. But these legs are my favorites in the 

   whole world, you darling little whore," I said, running my hand 

   over my pretty girl's thigh.

        "I'm glad you like them, Master. They're yours. But it 

   doesn't bother me for you to like other girl's legs. I like them 

   too, you know."

        "I know, little fuck.  Are we going to find another pretty 

   pair of legs to put your head between today?"

        "Ooooh, yes, Master. And some more cocks for me too?"

        I smiled down at her.  "Yes, more cocks for you, baby. How 

   many men will you fuck for me today?"

        "As many as you want, Master."

        "Maybe I should take you to the gang-bang room and make you 

   do all the men who are there."

        "I will if you want me too, Master. You'll stay and watch, 

   won't you?  You wouldn't leave me there to get fucked, would you?"

        "Never, baby. I might fuck some too, while I'm there, but I'd 

   never leave you there without me."

        Maria hugged me tightly and moved her hips, grinding her 

   cunt against my leg. She was very wet and I could feel her juices 

   spreading against my naked thigh as she hunched me.

        "I'm so empty, Master," she said, holding me tight and 

   working her hips.

        "Poor baby. I would fuck you, but room service should be here 

   shortly."

        "I don't care if they see me getting fucked, Master," she 

   said, sincerely.

        "You like for people to see you getting fucked, don't you?", 

   I asked, smiling at her and pressing my leg hard against her wet 

   mound.

        "I love it, Master. You know I do."

        There was a knock at the door.

        "There they are. I'll get the door. You sit here in bed on 

   top of the covers with your legs open so they can see you. I'll be 

   right back."  I got up, smiling as I looked back at my girl doing 

   exactly as I had asked her to, sitting up against the headboard, 

   her legs open so that her pussy showed, totally nude, waiting to 

   be seen by a stranger.

   

        The porter was an older man, early sixties, I would guess, 

   and he glanced away quickly when he first saw my girl so lewdly 

   displayed. But he kept glancing over her way as he waited for me 

   to sign the check, and, of course, she smiled back at him each 

   time. I dawdled.

   

        "Isn't my wife beautiful?", I asked, handing him the signed 

   room-service bill.

        "Yes, sir, she certainly is. I hope you are enjoying your 

   stay with us?"

        "Very much. Listen...I put the customary tip on there, but if 

   you have a minute or two I would like to introduce you to my 

   wife."

        "Of course, sir. It would be a pleasure," he said, somewhat 

   nervously.

        We stepped to the foot of the bed. Maria had one leg out in 

   front of her, bent at only a slight angle. The other leg was bent 

   at the knee, held wide apart, and between them her naked sex was 

   pink and inviting.  One hand lay motionless on her thigh, the 

   other hand was idly toying with her hair. She was incredibly 

   beautiful, totally nude, fully exposed.

        "Maria, this is...(I looked at his name tag)..Mr. Archer, 

   our porter. Mr. Archer, this is my wife and slave, Maria."

        "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss," he said, fidgeting 

   slightly.

        "And it's a pleasure to meet such a charming gentleman," my 

   girl said, smiling. She bent the straighter leg, opening herself 

   even further.

        "You are a very fortunate man, sir," Mr. Archer said, turning 

   to me momentarily as he spoke.

        "Oh yes, I really am, Mr. Archer. I don't know if you know 

   what our weekend is like here or not, but the nature of our 

   relationship is very special. Maria does anything I want. In 

   fact, I was just telling her that I may take her to the gang-bang 

   room...one of the suites on this floor that has been set aside for 

   that. I think it will be great to watch her fuck a lot of men, 

   don't you?"

        Mr. Archer cleared is throat. "Yes, I...uh...I think it would 

   be very special, sir."

        "Older men are so yummy, Master," Maria said, moving her 

   hand to her sex and beginning to rub her clit in front of us.

        Archer stood with his mouth open, staring at her. Then, 

   before I could respond to Maria's teasing remark, he shook 

   himself and turned toward the door.

        "It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss," he said, glancing back 

   at her. "I hope you enjoy...uh...I hope you have a grand time." He 

   took a step or two toward the door.  "Sir...enjoy your breakfast. 

   And thank you for everything."  With that, he was gone.

   

        I climbed on the bed between my girl's beautiful legs and 

   kissed her hard on the mouth. "You are such a tramp," I said, 

   grinning, as I broke our kiss.  She giggled and put her arms 

   around my neck, covering my face with little butterfly kisses. 

   "Let's have them bring lunch up too, Master!  I liked doing 

   that!", she said, wrapping her wonderful legs around my waist. 

   "You know that poor man is in the men's room right now thinking 

   about you and making his cum fly, don't you, you merciless 

   tease?", I asked, continuing to kiss her between phrases. Maria 

   chuckled softly, and then a look of reflection came over her 

   face.  "Master...is it wrong for me to hope he's doing that?" I 

   smiled warmly at her. "No, Precious. It's okay."  "Good, Master. 

   Because I do hope it, and I wish I could clean him with my mouth 

   afterwards, to thank him for thinking of me."  I gave my girl a 

   long hard kiss on the lips.  She hadn't always been able to admit 

   such naughty and often embarassing things to me, and I loved her 

   for doing it, whenever she did.

        I slowly broke our kiss and slipped from the embrace of my 

   girl's legs.  Still somewhat lost in thought, her question didn't 

   come until I was already off the bed and looking over the tray Mr. 

   Archer had brought us.

   

         "Will you fuck your girl before breakfast, Master? Or are 

   you going to make me wait?"  It was hard to tell from her tone of 

   voice which was the most appealing option to her. I shared her 

   indecisiveness.  Waiting to get fucked was something she hadn't 

   had to do much of thus far, and would not have to do often during 

   the rest of the weekend. But showing her off to Mr. Archer had 

   rejuvenated me, and she hadn't come yet. I picked up the tray of 

   food and re-joined her on the bed

   

        "Well," I said, kneeling between her legs, "to tell you the 

   truth, grape jelly and cunt juice sounds like a combination that 

   I'm very hungry for at the moment."  "Oh, but Master," she said, 

   grinning, as I reached for the crystal serving bowl, "you should 

   have your eggs before eating anything that sweet." I wasn't sure 

   if she meant the grape jelly, or her cunt, but I knew she was 

   right.  I set the bowl back down on the tray and picked up one of 

   the plates, putting it on the bed in front of me.

        "Scoot down, little-pink-cunt, and hold your legs up for me," 

   I said, grabbing her ankles and pushing them back toward her head, 

   so that she could grab them. Her entire bottom was now offered to 

   me, an almost horizontal plateau upon which to dine. She raised 

   her head, straining to watch, and I slid another pillow behind 

   her, to make it easier.

        Wiping my fingers through the slutty girl's cunt, I found her 

   to be soaked, as she always is when so lewdly exposed, and usually 

   is at any other time.  Sneaking a quick lick of my fingers, I 

   switched hands, using my left to open her sex, and with the right, 

   scooped up a handful of scrambled eggs and pressed them into her 

   pink wetness with twisted delight.  "Oh, God, Master," she moaned, 

   but I simply smiled and continued my happy task, pushing eggs into 

   her pussy until the plate was bereft of them.  There was sausage 

   on the plate too; links, happily, and I picked up a couple and 

   began fucking the girl with them, one in her ass, one in her cunt. 

   One in her ass?  Well, the girl had to eat too, you know.  When 

   she began whimpering from the fucking her breakfast-laden holes 

   received, and deemed too close to orgasm for me to continue her 

   fucking, I removed them, and we munched on the sausages, mine 

   tasting wonderful with it's coating of cuban whore fuck, her's 

   being devoured hungrily as a slave should devour such things.  

   This continued until the sausages too were gone, and I thought 

   briefly of how pleased our Mr. Archer surely would be if he could 

   know the usage to which his delivery was being put.  As if reading 

   my mind, the long-haired brunette with her legs in the air chewed 

   her last bit of sausage and remarked, "We should have asked Mr. 

   Archer to stay and have breakfast with us, Master."

        My reply was simply to pick up a bunch of grapes from the 

   tray and begin inserting them one at a time into my whore's 

   asshole.  There were many of them, and while I had never 

   considered doing such a thing before, I was struck by the thought 

   that it was very much like putting anal beads in the girl, except 

   that there were so many of the grapes, and of course, no string 

   with which to retrieve them later.  Without allowing this to be 

   anything more than a passing concern, I stripped the cluster 

   branches of their fruit, feeling very proud of myself for not 

   having eaten even one of them, but having delivered them all 

   safely through her sphincter, amidst some moaning and whimpering 

   from the girl.  I stuck my middle finger into the ass to see if I 

   could feel a grape inside it.  This caused some hunching, and 

   brought a hungry reminder from the slavegirl.

   

        "Eggs...uhhh...Mas...ter...don't forget to eat 

   your...unnnghhhh...eggs, Mas...unngghh...ter!"  It was rather 

   embarassing to hear her begging so unintelligibly, but I pretended 

   not to have heard her, and while I continued finger fucking her 

   grape-filled asshole, I used my free hand to slather a handful of 

   grape jelly along the insides of both the whore's thighs.

        I simply must pause here to remind the reader of the sight 

   which I beheld at this moment.  Anyone who has watched an xxx 

   rated movie has no doubt seen a girl in this position before, 

   laying on her back, nude, holding her legs back with her own 

   hands, her sex as exposed as it could ever be.  As you consider 

   that, consider also that this intelligent and educated woman in 

   front of me was, and is, equally as pretty as any of those women 

   you will see in such films.  Now you may fairly picture her with 

   scrambled eggs sticking out of her neat little cunt, a minimum of 

   twenty grapes lined up inside her anal canal, dark purple grape 

   jelly both coating and dripping from her luscious thighs, and may 

   be able to appreciate the beauty of her lusty moans and whimpers 

   as I fingered her ass.  Though I didn't mention it to her at the 

   time, her Mr. Archer would have died.

        The coating of whore legs having been accomplished, I went 

   about the joyous work of licking the jelly from them, my finger 

   still working away in her lower hole.  There was some garbled 

   mention of eggs from her again, and I was set to address that 

   issue with my tongue and lips when there came a knock at the door. 

   "Don't go anywhere," I said, grinning at her, and went to see who 

   was visiting at such a delightful time.

   

        "It's Dan and Cindy!", I called out to Maria, happily, as I 

   looked through the peephole.  "You're just in time for breakfast," 

   I said, grinning, as I opened the door and invited the delightful 

   couple inside.  "Oh, we don't want to intrude," apologized Dan, as 

   they came in. "Don't let us stop you from having your breakfast." 

   They could not quite yet see the pitiful little breakfast plate on 

   the big bed.  "Oh, you're not intruding at all.  Maria is just 

   about full, and there is still much to eat," I said, winking, and 

   leading them past the closets to the foot of the bed.

   

        "Oh my God!", Cindy said, putting her hand to her mouth as 

   she looked at my slave, who still lay with her legs up in the air, 

   but who had now succumbed to her own desire and was rubbing her 

   clit hard with one hand, while trying to get at the grapes with 

   one of the fingers on her other hand.  She tried to say hi, but it 

   came out more as a grunt than anything else.

   

        "Dan, please help yourself to some eggs. I'm afraid I filled 

   up on grape jelly and sausages.  And don't worry about leaving 

   anything for Cindy. We've saved her some grapes."  Dan had learned 

   not to question me by now and went to work at once, sucking the 

   scrambled eggs into his mouth from my darling girl's twat, causing 

   her to lower her legs around his neck and lock him in place amidst 

   much grunting and moaning.

   

        All this breakfast preparation and the joy with which my 

   Master friend was partaking of Maria's offering had made me 

   turgid, and more than a little impestuous.  With no more ceremony 

   than the lifting of her skirt and the ripping off of her tiny 

   little panties, I threw the long-legged blonde slut down on the 

   other bed and began fucking her, both our heads turned to watch 

   Master Dan with my Maria yet another time.

   

   

   Continued in Chapter 6.....















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