From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)

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Subject: MRWADE.274 - Her Beginning - Chapter One (D/s,ritual,M/f)

Date: 14 Oct 1995 08:03:51 GMT

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   MRWADE.274                                          BY MASTER WADE


   


   


                              Her Beginning


   


   


   


        The note on the door said, "The door is open.  Bring this 


   note in with you."


        She took the note off the door and stared at it in her hand. 


   It wasn't what she had expected, but who knew whether any of it 


   would be what she expected or not?  She opened the door slowly and 


   walked in.


        He was sitting in a chair at the window, slowly moving his 


   glass to make the ice turn in the amber liquid.  Closing the door 


   behind her, she walked toward him, nervously toying with the note 


   in her hand.


        "Hi," she said.


        "Hello.  Glad you came."


        "Me too, I think.  I mean, yes, me too."


        He just sat there, staring into her eyes, almost as if her 


   eyes were the only part of her that he was interested in.  It was 


   making her even more nervous.  She wanted him to get up and 


   embrace her, or something. Anything would be better than his 


   continual staring into her eyes.


        "So," she said, laying the note on the table and setting her 


   pocketbook next to it, "how was your flight?  I would have met you 


   at the airport, you know.  It can be hard sometimes to get a cab.  


   I mean, I suppose you took a cab, didn't you?  I guess you could 


   have rented a car or something.  I didn't think to ask which you 


   were going to do."  God, she wished he'd quit staring at her like 


   that!


        "Why are you here?", he asked, still looking deeply into her 


   eyes.


        "What do you mean?  I'm here because...well, you wanted me to 


   meet you, didn't you?  I mean, I wanted to meet you, and I thought 


   you wanted to meet me, and so here I am.  Is something wrong?"


        "We could have met at a restaurant, or you could have met me 


   at the airport, as you mentioned.  Why are you here in this hotel 


   room?"


        "Oh.  You didn't want me to meet you at the airport.  You 


   said to come to your room, and so here I am.  Isn't that what you 


   wanted me to do?  You're confusing me."


        "You're not here in this room, standing by this bed, talking 


   to a man you've never laid eyes on before just because he told you 


   to come here, are you?"


        "Well, no, not only that, I guess.  I wanted to be here too."


        "Yes.  Now, why did you want to be here?"


        "So we could...so we could do the things we talked about, I 


   guess."


        "What did we talk about?"


        "Well, we talked about many things.  Mostly sex though."


        "Yes, mostly sex.  So you're here so we can do what?"


        "You're trying to get me to say that I came here to have sex 


   with you, aren't you?  Is that it?"


        "I'm just asking you why you're here."


        "I'm here because you said you would make me do things I've 


   never done before.  Because you excited me when you told me the 


   things we could do together."


        "Were the things I told you I'd make you do the kinds of 


   things that nice girls let a stranger make them do?"


        "Well, no.  But it isn't like you're really a stranger."


        "Perhaps not.  Have I ever kissed you?  Have we ever held 


   hands, or dined together?"


        "No."


        "Do you like to fuck?"


        She cleared her throat, and, in spite of herself, looked at 


   his crotch.  Her palms were sweaty, and she was suddenly aware of 


   every piece of clothing she wore.  She could feel the bra against 


   her nipples, the straps of the garter-belt against her thighs, the 


   crotch of the panties grazing her swollen lips.  She was 


   powerfully aware that her body was hidden from him behind the 


   blouse and the skirt.


        "Yes, I like it.  With the right person."


        "But sometimes you need to fuck so badly that almost any man 


   would be the right person, don't you?"


        "I guess so.  Sometimes.  Yes."


        "And sometimes your needs are so great that even after a man 


   has fucked you, you wish you could have it again, right away, 


   don't you?"


        "Yes."


        "Did you come here to get fucked?"


        "I don't know.  Maybe.  I mean, I did think that would be 


   part of it."


        "Part of it, yes.  You came for that and more, didn't you?"


        "Yes."


        "But you do want to fuck, don't you?"


        "Yes.  I want to fuck."


        "Good.  Raise the skirt to your waist."


        She gathered the material of the skirt in her hands and 


   lifted it obediently, raising it until the hem was at her waist. 


   She held it there and looked at him.


        His eyes were on her legs now, and she could see him  taking 


   in every detail of them.  She could sense what he was seeing, and 


   was aware that his gaze had fixed on her crotch. Almost without 


   thinking she moved her feet further apart, opening her legs for 


   him so that he would be able to see between them.  A small smile 


   played at his lips, which she took as confirmation that she had 


   done the right thing, and that he liked what he saw.


        He kept staring at her crotch, his expression fixed, as if he 


   were looking through her silk panties and seeing the moist lips of 


   her pussy.  Thinking of him looking at her pussy made her even 


   wetter, and she began wondering if the crotch of her panties was  


   wet enough that he could see it.


        "You do like to fuck, don't you?"


        "Yes.  I love to fuck," she said, her voice betraying her 


   rising passion."


        "You love to fuck."


        "Yes."


        "Do you love to fuck up the ass?"


        "Yes, I do."


        "Do you love to suck cock?"


        "Yes."


        "So, you like to take dick in all your holes, is that right?"


        "Yes."


        "Turn around slowly and show me your ass."


        She turned gracefully, keeping her skirt up, her hands moving 


   to raise the back of it, so that he could see.  She looked over 


   her shoulder at him, her hair hiding half her face from him.


        Once again she could feel his eyes on her.  They moved up her 


   legs, from the high heels, along the seams of her stockings, 


   across the expanse of her bare thighs, onto the curve of her panty-


   covered ass.  She was certain the panties were soaked now.  There 


   would be a stain there that he could see.


        "You're an ass girl.  Bend over, make it stick out at me."


        An ass girl.  No one had ever called her an ass girl before. 


   She bent at the waist, keeping her knees locked, positioning her 


   body so that her ass would be prominently displayed to him.


        "Pull the panties down halfway to your knees."


        She did it.


        "Reach back with both hands and pull the cheeks apart.  Show 


   me what lies between them."


        She did it, turning slightly so that she could see him.  His 


   eyes lingered for a moment at the panties which were stretched 


   between her legs.  He was seeing the wet spot.  Then they moved 


   higher, until he was looking at her naked holes.  Both of them.


        "You're going to be a very good fuck.  Now, the tits.  Show 


   me the tits."


        Her breath escaped her in a rush, and it surprised her.  She 


   hadn't been aware that she was holding it.  She dropped the skirt 


   and turned around again, the panties falling down her legs as she 


   moved.  No need to worry about the wet spot now, he'd seen it 


   already.  He'd seen the lips too, and the anus.


        She worked at the buttons, her fingers struggling at a job 


   they had done thousands of times before.  He was making her expose 


   herself.  Making her strip for him.  He sat there, still twirling 


   the ice in his glass, telling her how to display herself, talking 


   about fucking.


        She pulled the blouse open and unsnapped the bra, pulling it 


   open, exposing her breasts to him.  The eyes were on her again, 


   moving from breast to breast, taking in the fullness of them, her 


   aureoli, her nipples.


        "Your nipples are hard and long.  You like showing yourself, 


   don't you?"


        "I guess so."


        "Will you show my friends?"


        "Your friends?  You mean like this?  Do this for your 


   friends?"


        "Yes."


        "I've never done that before."


        "That wasn't what I asked you."


        "I know.  If you wanted me to, then I guess I would."


        "Could they touch you?"


        "If you wanted them to, yes."


        "What if I wanted them to fuck you?"


        "They could fuck me."


        "Take off the clothes.  Leave the stockings and heels."


        She slipped out of the blouse and lay it on the bed.  Then 


   the bra, the skirt, the panties.  All piled in a neat little pile. 


   With no clothing to hold open for him her hands suddenly felt 


   awkward.  She held them together in front of herself.


        "Clasp the hands behind your head and hold your elbows back. 


   Keep your back straight. Make the tits push out for me.  Keep the 


   legs apart.  Yes, like that.  A little wider.  Yes."


        He moved from the chair and sat between her legs. Moving his 


   head toward her, he ran his tongue along her slit toward her 


   clitoris and began licking her.  His first touch of her was his 


   tongue on her pussy.  No kiss, no fond embrace, licking her wet 


   cunt.


        She felt his hands moving up her stockinged legs as he 


   continued to wipe the juices from her sex with his tongue. He ate 


   her as one who liked to do it, and she bent her knees slightly, 


   spreading herself open even further for him.  His right hand moved 


   to her lips and his fingers held her open, his tongue sliding 


   deeper inside her, licking at her inner lips.  Her clitoris was 


   hard and swollen, and he skillfully found it with the tip of his 


   tongue, flicking it, making her quiver with excitement.


        Her hands moved to his head, to pull him more tightly to her, 


   but he pulled his head back and looked up at her.  Quickly she put 


   her hands back where he had instructed her to put them, too hungry 


   for his mouth to be on her again to argue.  Still looking up at 


   her, he thumped her swollen clitoris with his middle finger, 


   holding it back with his thumb and then letting it fly forward, 


   his fingernail striking it, making her jerk her hips.  She moaned, 


   biting her lower lip, wanting him to do it again.


        He thumped her, watching her jerk her hips, watching her eyes 


   close tightly, teasing her, quick thumps, one after another, then 


   no thump, waiting until she thought it was over before doing it 


   once more.


        Then his mouth was on her again, the lips and teeth working 


   at her clitoris, her juices flowing onto his tongue, him 


   swallowing them eagerly, her lips held apart by his strong 


   fingers, standing for him, legs apart, hands behind head, naked 


   girl in high heels and stockings, feeding him.


        She came like she had never come before, her knees buckling, 


   her hips grinding her wetness against his face, standing there 


   hunching, grunting lustily in a hotel room, fucking his face.


        When it was over, he stood, and pushing her to her knees, 


   opened his pants and put his organ in her mouth.  He held her 


   head, her hair gathered in his hands and fucked his hard cock in 


   and out of her mouth until he had spewed his warm semen in her.


        And thus, it began.





   Continued in MRWADE.275....