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Part 2 – The Party
Telling Mom and Dad about Bonnie was not easy, and, of course, I omitted the parts about our forays into her bedroom. My description of Bonnie and her feelings toward me, however, was enough to worry Dad and prompt a suggestion that he talk to her father.
“Ah, I wouldn’t do that, Dad,” I demurred. “At least not yet. After all, you’re just starting your new job, and it might not be a good idea to start out on a…ah…negative note.”
“Look, John,” Dad replied, “Sam and I have been friends for years. If I [read more...]
Part 1 – Reunion
Bonnie and I have known each other since either of us can remember. She’s the daughter of my dad’s closest friend, and we spent a lot of time together as children. However, by the time we were in our teens, it was apparent to me that we were a mismatch; I had essentially stopped growing when I was 13 at 5′4″, and, not being particularly athletic, never topped 130 lbs. Bonnie, on the other hand, by the time she was 15 stood over 5′10″ of lush, full bodied, blonde beauty and, although she was almost three [read more...]
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Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade58.txt Archive-author: Master Wade Archive-title: MRWADE= Fax About Max
It was about two months ago when the document came. We hadn’t had the fax machine very long and not many people knew the number, so I expected before I even read it that it was from Jim.
It was a copy of a photograph of a very attractive blonde and a note from my friend. The note read as follows:
“Hey there, ole buddy….shakes to you. Thought you might like this picture of a [read more...]
I lay there suspended in the air, juice streaming from my hole into the can below and shreds of nylon stockings hanging from my legs. I know it sounds nearly unbelievable, but I began having another orgasm even before Master began using the cane on me. But as powerful as the orgasms were they still did not begin to satisfy this aching that I felt in my cunt. As the waves of passion swept over me in the orgasms that I experienced that afternoon I felt an emptiness in my hole which, if it could have been filled, would [read more...]
The basement room couldn’t fairly be called a dungeon, I don’t
suppose, for it was brightly lit and warm. The floor was even
carpeted, mainly I think because Master likes me on my knees and
doesn’t like for my legs to be scratched up. But it had many of the
accoutrements of a dungeon, a whipping post, a spanking bench, rings
on one wall to which he sometimes tied me, and a [read more...]
I’ve always had a thing for waitresses. I think its because often waitresses are women who really do enjoy serving men and enjoy serving them sexually as well as in other ways. Then too, waitresses often have a flair for showing off their legs. Especially in bars. I guess its the clothes that the management makes them wear some of the time. But would a woman wear a dress slit to her waist if it didn’t make her cunt juicy when men stared? I doubt it.
Over the years I’ve had great fun flirting with the sweet young things that [read more...]
The second stud on the tape was a really handsome guy too, but I was anxious to see what the movie with the women in it was like, so I replaced the tape with all the cocks with it and settled back down in the chair to rub my hard clit some more.
It took a moment or two for the action to really get started, but when it did, was it ever hot! The first actress to appear in the film was a very pretty blonde with the shapliest ass I’ve ever seen. Her tits were also very nice, [read more...]
The house was quiet when I walked in. I sat the bags down on the kitchen table and called to Master. When I didn’t get a response I went ahead and unloaded the bags and laid the items out on the kitchen table. What an assortment of things he had made me buy. I couldn’t wait to watch one of the movies!
I looked all over the house for Master, but couldn’t find him anywhere. Gawd, I needed for him to be there when I got home. My pussy had been running with juice the whole time I’d been gone [read more...]
I realized that there was no point in arguing with Master, and that I also would have to do exactly as he had instructed me to do. I was in enough trouble already, I surely didn’t need more. By the time I opened the door of the car the little white bikini bottom was soaked with my juice, simply from the anticipation of what I was about to do. Master liked my car and the leather seats and enjoyed making me wet before I sat on them. The leather was much slower to soak up my cunt juice than fabric [read more...]
After reading “Julia’s Begging”, I felt that it might be helpful for me to add a postscript to the story. Otherwise the reader might get the impression that I am allowed to do whatever I like sexually without first clearing it with my Master, which is FAR from the truth.
I purposely was friendly to the two young guys at the party for two reasons. The first, and most important one to me at the time, was that they were making my pussy drip. The second reason was that it had been nearly four weeks since my Master had disciplined [read more...]
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