Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade74.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= Monica's Vacation, Part Two
Dear Master,
Three days have now passed since my last letter to you. I hope
you are not upset with your slave for not writing sooner, but I really
have been unable to as you will see as I relate to you what has been
happening to me.
The morning after our night with Gary and Bob was a rather
uneventful one and we did little besides lay on the beach. This time,
however, Nancy made me take off my top and lay out topless which
caused quite a stir to say the least. I thought that surely she would
join me, but she said with a smile that the beach wasn't ready for
that yet. I expect she was right, too.
Everything went fine until later that afternoon when a policeman
walked up and arrested me for public indecency or something like
that. I remembered your instructions about traffic cops and offered
to suck him off if he wouldn't hassle me. I knelt in the sand beside
his car and in a short time had him spurting his thick creme into my
mouth. When I was done I thanked him for his kindness and turned to
go but he arrested me anyway and I had to spend the night in jail. It
was terribly embarrasing. He didn't even let me change clothes before
taking me in and paraded me through the jail in front of the other
policemen in my tiny little bikini, laughing and telling them that I
had tried to bribe him by offering to suck him off.
Luckily there were only three other officers on duty that night
and I only had to suck them once each before they left me alone. One
of them had planned on fucking me until their senior officer showed up
and put an end to their fun. Nancy bailed me out the following
morning. It wasn't so bad sucking off the policemen. You know how
much I love cum and they all had nice dicks. Still it was very
embarassing for me as I'm sure you can imagine.
When we got out of the building and into the car Nancy asked me
what being in jail was like. When I told her that I had been required
to give them all head she got very angry with me for some reason and
said that I would pay for being such a cock sucking slut. I
apologized over and over all the way home but she never said another
word until we entered her condo.
Once we got inside Nancy went straight to a closet in her bedroom
and took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed me to the shower door in
the Master bath. She then went back into the bedroom and I watched
with some fear as she began tossing things out onto the bed from the
closet. They were the same kinds of things which you keep in our
basement room, and seeing them accumulate in a pile on the bed as she
tossed them angrily in a pile made me tremble with anticipation and
dread.
Nancy came in the bath and began putting black leather ankle
cuffs on my ankles and similar cuffs on my wrists. They were very
much like yours, studded and having a silvery metal d shaped ring
attached on the outside edge of each cuff. When she had them all in
place she reached between my legs and pushed her fingers up into my
pussy, taking the wet bathing suit bottom along with them. In spite
of the fear I felt, or perhaps because of it, every bit of my
attention was now directed to my throbbing and needy bottom and to the
fingers she was so roughly shoving into me. I automaticly began
hunching myself against her hand hotly, unable to think of anything
except the pleasure between my legs.
Suddenly she pulled her hand away from my bottom and walked out
of the room once more. My lips were swollen with desire and my hips
continued moving even after my throbbing pussy had been emptied.
Nancy spread the pile of leather gear on the bed out to make room for
my body in the middle of it and uncuffing me from the shower door
pulled me roughly into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed.
Taking several lengths of chain in her hands she chained me to
the corners of her bed, hooking the clasps at the ends of the lengths
of chain into the d shaped rings on the black leather cuffs which
adorned my ankles and wrists. My eyes were wide with a combination of
fear and pleasure as I anticipated what was to come next.
Kneeling between my legs on the bed, Nancy shoved three fingers
into my bottom once more, the bikini bottom now far too soaked with
juice to offer any resistance at all. She fucked me like that for
nearly a minute and then took her fingers out again, causing me to
moan softly with frustration. Raising my head from the pillow
beneath it to see what she was doing, I saw her take a long rubber
band from the pile of things to my right and begin stretching it
between her hands with a nasty grin on her face.
I had never seen anyone do anything with a rubber band before and
didn't really know what to expect, but the look on her face told me
that I had better steel myself for the unexpected. Nancy pointed the
extended rubber band at my naked pussy and let one end go, causing
that end to fly forward with great force and strike me on my left
labia. I expected to feel pain, but rather than pain all I could feel
was a jolt of pleasure shooting straight into my clit. She pulled the
rubber back once more and released one end yet again, striking me this
time on the right labia. Once again intense pleasure flooded my
bottom and concentrated itself in my clitoris. My hips were bucking
upward now lewdly as the pretty woman shot my cunt with the rubber
band over and over.
My mind, clouded with passion and extreme sexual heat was begging
silently for my clit, begging Nancy to aim higher, to direct the
stinging blows of the rubber band to the direct center of my sexual
pleasure. My hips responded to the begging of my mind, hunching
wildly, as if trying to move my clit into the path of the stinging
rubber.
How long Nancy used the rubber band on my pulsating pussy I have
no idea, but I wasn't ready for her to stop when she did. I was
overwhelmed with passion and my body writhed on the bed as she
searched through the pile of things to my left for the next item she
would use on my trmebling body. When she had selected it she crawled
over my naked body and held it in front of my face so that I could see
it.
It was a strange looking device, made from the same type of
silvery metal that the d shaped hooks on the cuffs were made of. It
was shaped very much like a football, except much, much smaller and
seemed to have some nuts like you use in your shop on some rods or
something inside the outer edges of metal that formed its football
shape. I'd never seen anything quite like it, but it was frightening
and seemed very much out of place there in her bedroom.
"This my trembling little slave slut cock sucking jail bait whore
is a cunt stretcher!", she hissed. "The smooth curve shaped outer
edges are placed between your wet lips and these nuts turned to move
the outer edges wider and wider apart both at the top and the bottom.
Here, let me show you!"
A wrench appeared in front of my face and Nancy began turning the
nuts on the rods. As she did the football shape began growing larger
and wider and the outer edges opened making the gap inside larger and
larger. I began trembling with the thought that she was seriously
going to place this object between my lips and use a wrench down there
to spread it open! My eyes widened with fear and I began begging her
not to use it on me. My begging was to no avail.
Nancy tightened the cunt stretcher back up once again and then
moved back between my legs. The silvery metal felt cool and slick as
she slid it between my swollen lips and I felt myself responding in
spite of my fear as she moved the wrench between my legs and began
turning the nuts outward on the rods at both the top and the bottom.
I felt my lips being pressed to the sides all along the length of
my slit as she worked the nuts with the wrench. Cool air rushed into
my pussy as I was spread opened wider and wider by the silvery metal
stretching device. I felt so exposed, so wide open! It was as if
anyone who looked at my bottom could see plainly into the depths of my
womanhood, all the way to the back of my cunt!
Satisfied with the opening of my pussy by the strange metal
device, Nancy lay the wrench down between my legs and held up a make-
up mirror at my crotch so that I could see what she had done to me.
Gazing with a mixture of horror and extreme submissiveness into
the mirror I could see the shiny metal lips of the cunt stretcher
holding my labia open lewdly. The rods at the top and bottom were
now easily visible and my hard clit poked through the v-shaped opening
at the top of the stretcher and was gently laying on the top rod. I
could feel the threads of the slim metal turning device now as I
realized it was there. It was such a bizarre sight, a mixture of
something one might expect to see done in a doctor's office and what
one might see in an automobile garage. My vagina was gaping open wide
enough for a fist to have been inserted, yet there was no pain to
speak of, only the real and very powerful humiliation of being opened
in such a way. The inner walls of my pussy were glistening with
moisture and a heady aroma of fuck juice was filling the air as it
escaped from the wide open hole between my spread opened legs. My
head fell back heavily on the pillow, my neck strained from holding it
forward to look into the depths of my own cunt in the mirror.
"See what a huge cunt you have, you dirty little tramp?", Nancy
asked nastily. Ever seen a dick that big? No, of course you haven't,
and yet you tremble and moan thinking about having big cocks put
inside you. Dirty little slut! Hunching big cunted cock sucking
whore!"
I was slowly aware that the rotating of my hips did not seem to
effect the stretching device and that in fact, as I rotated them, that
my clit was pushed harder against the threaded rod beneath it. My
entire bottom was feeling a glow of pleasure as my hips rose and fell
and moved in small circles. Forgetting the lewd device between my
labia I was overcome once again by the passion that was coursing
through my naked body.
Nancy crawled up over me once more and held yet another strange
and unfamiliar device in front of me. It was a thin wooden rod
approximately ten inches long with a small ball shaped object attached
to one end. Threaded through the ball on the end was a multitude of
thin leather strips which extended out from the ball for about an
inch in all directions. There appeared to be hundreds of loose ends
of leather.
Nancy placed the thin rod between her hands and twirled it,
rubbing her palms together rapidly. As she did the leather strands
stood out from the ball shaped object on the end, whirling through the
air as it turned around and around in front of me.
As she moved back to my gaping hole I realized that I needed no
further information about what she intended to do with the new object
and was not surprised as she began inserting the end with the ball and
leather strips between the stretched open lips of my vagina and began
twirling it inside me.
What did surprise me was the reaction of my wet cunt walls to the
rapidly flying leather strips that flicked against them as she twirled
the strange device inside me with increasing speed. Each thin strip
of leather was like the tip of a whip as it struck the soft skin of my
vaginal walls. Immediately my hips flew up into the air with great
force and a low moan formed somewhere in the back of my throat. I
felt the leather cuffs pulling at my ankles and wrists as my body
writhed in delicious torment at the strange mixture of pleasure and
pain that ran through my body like electricity. Over and over the
tiny strips lashed out at the innermost sections of my sex organ as
Nancy moved the ball back and forth inside me touching every portion
of the inside of my pussy with the stinging leather.
I felt an explosion inside me like none I had ever felt before as
my orgasm struck. It was such a sudden and unexpected gush of sweet
pleasure and so powerful that my eyes flew open widely and my mouth
gaped open in shock. The first wave of spasms seemed concentrated
exclusively in my pussy and I could even seem to locate them in the
walls themselves. It was as if the walls of my gaping cunt were
reaching out to the tiny leather strips and hugging them, kissing
them, making love to them! The spasms seemed to travel in circles
inside my hole along with the flying leather and then suddenly they
ran directly to my clit, striking it like a hammer blow and giving me
the brief impression that it had jerked outward to attention with
extreme force and might indeed be inches long, much like a tiny cock
with a hard on. No sooner had the extremely sharp pangs of pleasure
coursed through that tiny cock at the top of my pleasure hole than
they began running upward through my stomach and into my chest,
seeming to make even the inner organs in that part of my body come
alive with electric passion. My nipples felt as if they were suddenly
clamped with extreme force, even though I knew they were unencumbered,
and my neck muscles stifened as the scream came from somewhere deep
inside me and erupted from my open mouth filling the room.
The next thing I remember was waking up to find a tall man clad
only in a black leather throng and hood standing at the foot of the
bed. His body was covered with dark hair, his muscular arms and legs
rippling with strength and mystery. In his right hand he held a
leather strap and without warning he began working my lower body over
with the thick instrument of torture. I tried to scream out for
relief from this menace, but found to my horror that my mouth was
filled with what tasted like a leather gag, similar to the one which
you have used on me often. I could only gurgle as the loud slaps of
the falling leather filled my ears and the pain filled my body. The
strong arm of the leather clad stranger moved the strap up and down my
legs, stinging them, punishing them and then ever upward closer and
closer to my still naked and exposed pussy.
There was a part of me that wanted desperately to end this
nightmare, to wake up and find this tormentor gone, and yet there was
a more powerful part of me that wanted the hot leather strap to hit my
clit and to drive me over the edge once again in the manner I still
remembered so forcefully. Part of me won, but not the part that
wanted it all to end. The thick leather strap was now landing
squarely on my already sore clit and my body was jerking once more
with the combination of pain and pleasure that I have come to know and
love and need so very much.
I felt the strap hit my breast, the left one, just below my
nipple and then it was striking my clit once more. Next I felt it on
my right breast and then the clit again. On and on, over and over the
leather swung downward and lashed at my sex parts, driving me upward
and upward and upward until I was coming over and over and over again
with such rapidity that everything was a blur except for the powerful
cloud of orgasmic delight on which I was being carried like a babe.
Suddenly the leather strap was no longer being applied to my
slave body and I found the stranger kneeling over me and removing the
leather jock that encased his hairy balls and thick hard cock. He was
facing my feet as he straddled my head and lowered his ass and balls
to me. He had removed the gag from my mouth now and I felt the heavy
cum filled balls grazing my nose as he moved his body forward. I
stuck out my tongue to lick the soft sacs as they moved downward,
tasting the sweat and hair that covered them. My nostrils filled with
the smell of him, his cock, his balls, his asshole.
The only sounds in the room were the squeeking of the springs as
my body continued lifting my hips upward and the panting of my eager
mouth as it licked at the strangers hairy and sweaty bottom. The
balls slid from the grasp of my tongue and grazed my chin as his
asshole moved to take their place. I pressed the tip of my tongue
against his tiny hole, feeling the cheeks of his hairy ass pressing
against my face as he began moving himself back on my tongue.
I was consumed by my submissiveness and by the feelings that ran
through me of delight in being used so wonderfully for so long. I
longed to taste this stranger's ass, to fuck him with my tongue, to
give him pleasure as he had never known before regardless of what he
required of me. He worked his bare ass backward and forward, my
tongue seeming to have a life of its on as it pushed lewdly from my
mouth trying to bury itself in the dark recesses of this man's body.
My muscles were aching as he fucked his ass on my tongue and as
my neck muscles clenched in an effort to meet the thrusts of his
hips. My lips pressed against the cheeks of his ass, kissing it,
sucking it, loving it lewdly.
Suddenly he pulled away and turned, taking his thick meat in his
hand and jerking it in front of my face, my tongue still hanging
lewdly out of my mouth, hungry now for the taste of his sperm, his
fuck, his creme. With eyes glazed with lust I stared at the angry red
head of his dick and at the hood which covered all but the deep blue
eyes which were alive with need and passion and the mouth which was
contorted with heat and lust.
He grunted, deeply, and the angry red head began spitting its
load of white gunk into my face. I felt the warm sticky fluid
covering my nose and lips and tasted it splashing onto my tongue. The
smell of sex was overwhelming now and my almost un-natural love of cum
washed over me as he continued filling my hungry slut mouth with more
eruptions from his jerking member.
When he had dumped all of his fuck into my face he began whipping
me once more with the leather strap, until finally after another
extremely strong orgasm I passed out once more. When I awoke this
time I was unbound and Nancy was washing my sweaty body tenderly with
warm water. She smiled at me warmly as she saw me coming to, but did
not speak. I returned her smile but neither did I speak as there were
too many emotions running through my mind to know which ones to choose
to share.
When she had washed my entire body and rubbed sweet and fragrant
oil onto my skin she turned me onto my side and nestling close to me
with her perfect breasts pushing against my back held me closely. The
sliding doors to the patio were open and the sound of the waves
crashing on the beach filled the room. I closed my eyes and began to
think of all I would have missed had I not given myself to you. We
slept.
All my love,
Monica
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