MRWADE= Julia’s Begging, · Part 2

MRWADE= Julia’s Begging, · Part 2 (2/2)
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And all those cucumbers and the vaseline! Have you used them yet?" I was getting more and more turned on as she talked about our encounter. The fist-fucking on the screen was doing its part in that respect as well. "No, I've not gotten around to that yet…listen…why don't you come over. My Master is not here at the moment, and I'm watching a movie I think you might like." "Your master? Oh my! Sure! I can't wait. Tell me where you live!" I panted out the directions for her and was pleased when she said it would take her less than ten minutes to get to me. I just hoped I could hold out that long.

Time flies when you're having fun, I guess, because in what seemed like only moments the door bell was ringing. I peaked out the window ahead of time and when I saw it was her I opened the door, my fingers still rubbing my rock hard clitoris. The moans of the women in the movie were easy for her to hear. Closing the door behind her, she took me in her arms immediately. "I'm Pat", she said, and it was only then that I realized what a stranger she still was to me. "I'm Julia… Gawd, kiss me!!", I moaned, pouring myself into her arms. She kissed me deeply on my mouth and ran her hands over my bare ass as she pulled my body close to hers.

I could feel the garters through her dress pushing against my naked thighs. Wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her dress with eager hands I backed toward the living room drawing her with me. "Do me just like the girl in the movie…please!!", I breathed hotly. She broke our kiss and looked over my shoulder at the screen as her fingers spread open my ass cheeks. "You want me to fist you, Julia?" "Ummmmm, yessssss!!!! I do want that!! Please fist me!" "Lay down then, just like she is. And spread your legs for me. I'd love to fist you!" She slipped the dress over her head as I lay on the floor, removing my halter top in the process.

She had beautiful cone shaped breasts with dark aureola and pert nipples that seemed to be growing harder even as I looked at them. The very sexy pink garter belt framed a beautiful pussy, completely rid of any hair and practically begging to be sucked. She knelt between my legs and licked her long wet tongue up and down my slit. She immediately began inserting fingers into my cunt and asshole as she licked at my slit, and the built up passion inside me began rising steadily. I pulled at my nipples with one hand and played with her hair with the other as she worked more and more fingers into me. "Yessss!!! Give me more!! Put another one in!", I begged hotly.

The room was filled with grunts and moans from women deep in animalistic heat, and her lips locked around my rigid clit as she slid the fourth finger into my cunt and the second one into my ass. "Ummmmmmmmm!!! Give me your thumb too, Pat! Please put the whole hand in me!!" My hips were bucking fiercely now as she fucked her fingers in and out of my holes. She began turning slowly around in order to move her bottom over my head, and twisted her fingers in my holes as she did so. I could smell the damp muskiness of her cunt and could see the moisture that had formed between her bare lips as she lowered her fuck hole to my face. I had never licked a shaved pussy before, and I loved it!!

She was so soft and smooth there, and the lips opened easily at the slightest pressure from my tongue. In no time I was fucking her with my tongue and kissing her lips with my mouth as she hunched my head. I felt the thumb pressing at the bottom of my clit and knew it would only be a matter of time before I had her whole hand in my hole. I hunched harder to encourage her and moaned deeply into her wet slit. She grew hotter and hotter and began to grind her hips against me as she worked more and more of the thumb inside me. The blonde in the movie was now calling the brunette all kinds of nasty things and talking to her about how it turned her on to see her wrist sticking out of her cunt.

The conversation turned us both on even more and I felt Pat begin to push hard against my cunt trying to get her fist inside. I pressed back. I knew I was wet enough to take anything, and her hands had looked smaller than Karen's and Eileens, although not quite as small as Laura's. I remember fondly that it had taken Karen nearly 45 minutes to get her whole hand inside, but what a feeling once it was there! Suddenly Pat made one strong lunge with her arm and I could feel my cunt stretching wide to make room for her hand to enter. When it did it made a loud popping sound as the air flowed around her hand and the lips snapped back around her slim wrist.

"Gawwwwd!!!" I moaned into her dripping fuck hole. She continued pushing her hand further and further up inside me until I could feel her fingers pressing at my cervix. I began to rotate my hips hotly, beside myself with passion, fucking myself on her arm. Her hand opened and closed deep in my cunt, caressing the walls of my hot pit as she did so. My right hand moved to her ass and I quickly slid one finger deep in her ass. That was just enough to make her climax begin and she fucked her pussy against my face wantonly and shoved her fist back and forth inside my fuck hole. I heard the door open, but was too lost in the passion of the moment to care who it was.

If it was Enrico I figured he would fuck Pat while she fisted me and that I'd get to lick his balls, so I didn't care. When he knelt beside me and pulled my mouth away from Pat's cunt to kiss me, I knew it was Master. I felt a bolt of fear course through my body along with the orgasm that was beginning deep within me, partly because of the surprise of his being home and partly due to his comments before the kiss. "I see you have a fist in your cunt, Julia. I can't leave you alone for even a moment, can I, my little slut?" He kissed me deep then, his tongue searching for every drop of the fuck juice that Pat had spilled into my mouth.

I screamed into his mouth as the peak of my orgasm hit me and as Pat sucked hard on my clit and worked her hand opened and closed inside me. Master continued to kiss me until the passion finally ebbed, and when he broke the kiss he held my face in his hand roughly, told me to get my bi-slut friend out of the house, and walked away. I apologized to Pat for having to ask her to leave, but she seemed to understand. "It's ok, Julia. Thanks for letting me come by. I think you're very lucky to have a Master. I hope I can meet him some other time and make up to him for this. Call me sometime!" I lay there panting until she closed the door behind her.

My heart was beating ninety miles an hour, partly from the strength of the orgasm and partly from the way Master had spoken to me so roughly. Slowly I got up and took the tape out of the vcr and went to look for Master. I found him in the bedroom. "Did I tell you to bring home a whore, Julia?" he asked immediately upon my entering the room. "No master. She called. I ran into her in the grocery store", I answered meekly. "Tell me exactly what has happened since I last saw you this morning", he commanded. I told him everything, leaving out only the call from Jeff and the mouth fucking by Enrico. No point in making him any madder, I thought.

"How do you explain the cum that I noticed in your mouth when I kissed you, Julia?" Damn! I thought to myself. How could he tell that? "Errr… I don't know Master, unless Pat had just been fucked by someone. I guess that must have been it." "You didn't let our gardener fuck your mouth?", he asked, pointedly. "Master!! I wouldn't have….but you see…well, what happened was…." "I know what happened, you dirty little tramp. Enrico just walked in the house and spilled his fuck into your mouth. Thats what happened. Go put on some black stockings and the black garter belt and a pair of black high heels and meet me in the basement.

You have quite an afternoon ahead of you, I'm afraid." I was shaking visibly. Master is very fair with me and allows me to fuck mostly anyone I want to fuck. But he doesn't take kindly to me either eating pussy that he doesn't ok first or especially to being with a man without his prior approval. To have let the gardener fuck my mouth was something I knew I was going to pay for and pay for dearly. Having donned the stockings and heels that he had demanded I wear I walked down the basement steps with shaky legs. I hated this room he had made in the basement. He called it his discipline room. I called it a torture chamber. —

Part 7

More from Julia

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 have taken me higher than I have ever been before.

As Master approached me with the cane I began grunting, trying to beg for something to fill me, but unable to form the words, due to the pain and the passion interspersed within me. I grunted the word, "cock", over and over, but was aware that it was too garbled to be understood. Master began at my feet again, hitting me with the cane with short, swift strokes that set my skin on fire. This time he moved quickly up my body and I began to long for it on my nipples, but he never touched me there and moved quickly back down to my legs again. Up and down my body he moved, caning me, using me, making me more submissive than I ever believed that I could be.

The orgasms were coming almost continuously now, sweeping over me one after another. I needed something in my hole so much, and I tried to move both of my hands to my belly to touch myself there, but was too weak to even move my fingers. The cane was moving up my legs once again, and I suddenly realized that perhaps he would use it on my cunt! I trembled violently with that realization, filled with fear, but even more tremendously with a need to feel that very thing. He was striking the insides of my thighs now and moving higher and higher. I couldn't make the words come, but in my mind I was screaming at him: Higher! Pleaaaaaaaaase Master!!! Cane my slut cunt, Master!!! Hit my pussy!!!

Beat my fuck hole!!! Hurt your slut, Master!!! Whip my my hungry, empty, cock-loving, juice dripping hole!!!!! Now!!!! When the thin cane did in fact strike my cunt it hit both of my cunt lips, my clit, and my asshole all at once. My body was filled with a jolt of pain and pleasure that made me go rigid with such force that, as Master later told me, it knocked the cane from his hand. He retrieved it quickly and swung it immediately at my cunt again, continuing to strike me there over and over as spasms wracked by body and as one long scream escaped my lips. I passed out then and hours later when I finally came to I found myself still suspended from the rings in the basement room.

Master had waited patiently for me in the leather chair, and when he saw that I had awakened, gently took me down from by spread-eagled position above the floor and lay me on the mattress. My body ached with pain from the whippings and beatings, but there was a calm and a sense of fulfilment that I hardly know how to describe that accompanied the pain and which made it totally acceptable to me. He lay beside me on the mattress, holding my hand and telling me how precious I was to him and how much he loved me as he allowed me to recover from the ordeal which I had experienced.

After quite some time he asked me to sit, and I struggled to a sitting position, very much aware of the pain that I still felt in my ass-cheeks and even in the lips of my cunt. Reaching beside him on the floor, Master took the coffee can and showed it to me. It was full to the brim with cunt juice that had run from my pussy while I had been suspended in the rings. "There was more, Julia. The can overflowed and your juice streamed out onto the carpet. Look at the stain where it spilled out." I looked over to the spot where the can had been placed and saw a dark stain on the carpet which was approximately three feet wide in one direction and at least two feet wide in the other direction.

I shuddered at the submissiveness that such a sight indicated. "It took more than just the discipline to create the opportunity for such an out-pouring of fuck, Julia. Every experience that you had today was planned to bring us to this very moment. It was no accident that you "ran into" Pat in the grocery store. I had told her to expect you and had told her what to do when she saw you. Jeff did not just call on his own, but called at my request, and was prompted to say exactly what he said to you. Enrico came to you just at the moment that I had instructed him to, and fed you his fuck just as I had asked him to do. Pat rang the doorbell and fisted you, just as I had planned for her to do.

As my slave slut you are entitled to the most erotic encounters that any woman could ever hope to experience, and it is a joy for me to provide them for you. Drink the juice, Julia." Shaking my head slowly in amazement, I turned the coffee can up carefully and drank my own fuck juice as I stared into my Master's eyes. It took a long time to drink it all, but in spite of the fact that it is embarrassing for me to admit it, I loved every drop of it, and can only hope that my Master will allow me to drink it again very soon. Perhaps I will suggest that he get a bigger can. —

MRWADE= Julia’s Begging, · Part 2 (2/2)
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