Mr Wade: Story 107

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Our Hershey Honey - Chapter 1

"Ooooh, Yea, baby! I'd love to show you these tits!", she typed delightedly. "I used to wish they could be bigger, and I finally saved up enough to go ahead and get them worked on. Guys sure seem to like them now (smile)"

The hot little slut I was talking to over the computer lines had placed an ad on the BBS in search of a new Master. My reply to her ad had been recieved warmly, and she would soon be known to all as Shannon Wade.

"You show lots of guys your tits do you darlin?", I asked.

"Well, I do like to flash them at truck drivers at times, and I was in a wet t-shirt contest once. I didn't win cause I wouldn't show my pussy. My tits were the best though, honest they were."

"If you become my slave you'll have to show your little pussy to anyone I tell you to show it to...you understand that, don't you?"

"Sure, I'll show my little cunt to anyone you say, and I'll fuck them to, if you want me to. I love being a slut! Whew...just talking with you like this is making it so wet and hot!!"

Conversations such as this became commonplace over the next few months as my new slave and I got to know each other better. She did indeed appear to be everything she advertised herself to be, and possessed one hell of a body as well. Had she been so disposed she could have easily been a $500 whore.

Complicating the issue of her training were two factors. First, she lived thousands of miles from her Master, and second, she was married to a less than understanding man. Still, we were able to continue corresponding, using every means at our disposal, and Shannon slowly began to evolve into a most pleasing slave.

Foiled on more than one occasion in our attempts to meet for a real life encounter, Shannon and her I were finally able to set a date and place and were determined that nothing would interfere with us being together.

"I have reservations for two days at the hotel you suggested, Shannon", I wrote. "I will expect you to be in the lobby of the hotel on Thursday morning no later than 10:00 am. I'm sure I need say no more about how you should be dressed or what you should expect for the remainder of the day. You will of course be used like the dirty little slave slut tramp that you are, and your presence will indicate not only your acceptance of that, but your hunger for such usage. If you have any change of heart in the matter, please inform me prior to my departure on the twentieth."

Her reply was quick and not unexpected in content. "Master, you need not fear that I will change my mind about wanting to meet you. You know how much I want to be fucked like the slut that I am and how hungry I am for all the things you can and will do with me. I can't wait!!"

The day of our meeting finally arrived. Shannon awoke early that morning, anxious for her husband to leave the house and anxious to make the short trip to the nearby hotel where her Master was waiting. She came several times in the shower that morning, letting the warm water splash against her hungry slut cunt as she thought about what the rest of the day would bring.

Kissing her husband good-bye at the door, Shannon watched for his car to disappear around the corner and then rushed upstairs to dress for her long anticipated encounter. She felt so slutty sneaking around like this, but there was something about it that made it even more erotic for her. After all, she thought to herself, he can fuck me every fuckin day if he wants to, but he's always too tired or something. If he'd use my hot little body like it needs to be used I wouldn't have to be doing this.....but then I probably would anyway. Shit...a girl's gotta be fucked really hard sometimes, can't he understand that?

Shannon slid the black stockings up her legs and attached them to the garter's hanging from the lacey belt that caressed her waist. She loved wearing stockings, and loved the way they looked on her legs. She was proud of her legs, as well as the rest of her body, and was glad that so many men seemed to enjoy the sight of it as well. There were more than a few women who enjoyed it too.

The short little black dress slid over her body sensuously, hugging the curves of her breasts and hips. Looking in the mirror, Shannon could see that her hardened nipples could just barely be seen beneath the dark material of the dress. She loved the way her breasts were revealed by the dipping neckline of the dress and knew that her Master would enjoy be happy with her choice of attire. The dress was just barely long enough to keep her stocking tops from showing when she stood, it would be a struggle to keep them from showing when she sat.

Sliding the high heels on her feet and applying one last touch of lipstick to her ripe lips, the attractive blonde slave slut was ready at last. She felt her pussy growing moist already with anticipation.

When she arrived at the hotel Shannon was aware of the eyes of those in the lobby on her. She knew she looked hot and liked it. She only hoped she didn't look too much like a whore...it wouldn't be the first time she had been mistaken for one. I waited for my precious little slave slut in the lobby of the hotel I had suggested on the appointed meeting day. I was dressed totally in black, black slacks, black shirt, black underpants, black socks and black shoes.

When she came through the door I felt my cock twitch like I had never felt it do before. The pretty black dress fit her tightly, cliinging to those legs I loved so much and to that delicious ass I had dreamed about fucking so hard for so long. Her huge tits pushed the material of her dress outward, the curved bodice revealing the swell of those beautiful whore tits when she grew closer. She had on black high heels and black stockings, and I knew without a doubt that there was a black garter belt under there holding them up.

I rose to greet her, and took her in my arms immediately in front of the people in the lobby, kissing her hard on the mouth and pulling her little slave body close to mine, my cock pressing against her flat belly. My hand roamed over her tight little ass, and I felt the garters through the material of her dress.

Finally, I pulled my head away from hers, feeling that had I not she might have fucked me right there in the lobby in front of everyone. I guided her toward the elevator, my cock hard and pressing the front of my black slacks out obviously.

The moment the elevator doors closed she fell into my arms again and I kissed her hard once more, sliding her dress up to her waist and feeling her slutty legs and garters and naked ass with my hands eagerly. I was dimly aware of the door opening and of other people entering the elevator, but I kept the slut's dress up and began working a finger into her already juicy cunt as we continued kissing. I knew they could see me finger-fucking the blonde whore cunt, but wasn't about to stop, let them watch, who gave a damn!

The elevator stopped again and the people on it got off, murmuring something about how she must be a prostitute, but that she was lovely nonetheless. I had just worked the third finger into her juicy fuck-hole when we reached our floor and I walked her to our room, still kissing her and still fingering her whore cunt while I walked her backward toward the door to our room.

Once inside the room I shoved her against the wall, and unzipping my pants struggled with my thick fuck meat to free it from my pants. When I finally got it out I shoved it firmly into her dripping cunt, just barely getting my fingers out in time and fucked her against the wall, my hands grabbing handfuls of slut tit and my cock driving into her cunt as if I had been waiting a life- time for a fuck like this, which was close to the truth.

In a very short time I had spilled a huge load of cum into her spasming cunt, driving her back against the wall hard and fast and feeling my cock jerk within her tight little deprived slut cunt as it spewed load after load of hot white cum into her.

When I had finished with that hole I allowed her to drop to her knees in front of me and lick my still dripping cock until she had cleaned it not only of my cum, but of her own cunt juice as well. Then slowly raising her to her feet once again I led her to the bed, stripping her dress from her and laying her on her back.

I took the black leather wrist cuffs from my slut bag and attached them to her wrists, tying them to the upper corner of the bed. Next, I took the ankle cuffs, and spread her legs open widely, tying them to the bottom corner of the bed and opening her dripping cunt and naked asshole to both my gaze and my touch.

She was talking to me the whole time, saying hungrily that I was her MASTER, and that she was my slut, my whore, my cunt, my slave, and that I could do anything I wanted with her, ANYTHING, she said. There was no question that she knew exactly what ANYTHING would entail, and knowing that made me hard again, needing to spill even more fuck into the hot-bodied garter-belt-clad blonde slave-slut-whore-cunt. But for the moment it wasn't other men's cocks that I wanted to give her, or the mouths of other hot bodied little cunts. It was my fingers, as many of them as I could get in her two bottom fuck holes, and I began inserting them, one after another, stretching her cunt and asshole open as I shoved more and more of my digits into her trembling slut holes.

The hot little married bitch was squirming now, pleading with me to give her MORE, MORE, always MORE, and I was adding finger after finger and shoving them in and out of her roughly. I knew what the little cunt needed, and what she had been hungering for all her life, and you can bet that I was gonna give it to her in spades. When she started cumming again I had four fingers in the slut's cunt and three in her ass, and she was pullin at the cuffs and hunching her whore ass off the bed like she had never been fucked before in her life.

When she finally stopped cumming, I pulled the wet fingers out of her and put them in her mouth and let her lick her ass and cunt off of them for me. Then straddling her head I put my big thick cock-head in her mouth and began fucking her mouth, not just letting the slut suck on it, but fucking it just like a whore cunt, plunging my hips forward and driving my male meat down her throat. I pumped a huge load of cum into her, smiling as she swallowed fast, trying to get every drop of my hot white sperm. Damn, what a hungry little slut she was!!

That first day, I never got around to using the whips and paddles on her, nor the clothespins and nipple clamps. I guess I was just too eager to eat her and fuck her, because thats mainly what we did the rest of our time together. When I did let her up she was so weak she could barely walk, and I had to help her get cleaned up and dressed so that she could go home to her husband. I left my cum in her cunt on purpose, wanting her to go back to him well fucked and with another man's sperm inside her slut cunt.

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