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Monica Goes For a Ride
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It was one of those lovely May days when the temperature, flowers,
and the sound of the birds made anyone with the least bit of
sensitivity overwhelmingly aware that spring had indeed arrived. I had
been at work for only an hour when Monica called and asked if I could
come home. It was not unusual for her to make such a request; we had
an understanding about that. I allowed her to call me anytime she
wanted to and to ask for me to come home whenever she needed sex.
Sometimes I just made her hotter and made her masturbate herself, but
other times I went home and either watched her bring herself to an
orgasm or used her in some way until she came at least once before I
returned to work.
We had only been married for a little less than a year, but Monica
had been my slave long before we married. We had met on a computer
service that was somewhat sex oriented, and had gradually become aware
that we enjoyed and needed dominance and snubmission in our sexual
relationship. This had continued over the telephone and later on when
we dated, but it had really begun to flower once we were married.
I had taken my time in training Monica, and she had responded
beautifully. She had gradually been exposed to more and more of the
realm of the slave until almost without realizing it, she had turned
into a hungry slave-slut who could never seem to get enough of her
MASTER.
She had long ago learned that it not only pleased me fors her to
masturbate often, but that I expected and demanded it of her. Often I
would tell her what to think about while she fingered her little clit
or shoved things up her hungry, slut fuck hole, but there were other
times when I simply told her to go masturbate and think about anything
or anyone that she wanted to think about. Most of the time when I was
around to watch, I would make her come back into the room that I was in
when she was ready to come and finish while she stood or knelt in front
of me. But other times when she came into the room to ask for my
permission to come, I would just send her back to the bedroom and
listen with a smile on my face at the moans and gasps as she brought
herself to a climax.
What really surprised me about her calling so early on this Spring
morning was that I had allowed her to come before I left for work, and
it had seemed to me to be an unusually strong orgasm for her. There
was nothing at all unusual about her waking up horny. She had been
ddoing that for months now, ever since I started inserting the dildo in
her ass at night before allowing her to sleep. There was something
about waking up in the morning and realizing that she had slept all
night with that dildo in her ass that made her really hot to fuck.
Some mornings if I awoke before her, I would wake her by rubbing my
balls against her lips as I knelt over her. But usually I would awake
to find her hungry, little mouth working on my cock, balls or asshole.
Monica is an extremelyt oral, little slut who really loves cocksucking
and the taste of warm cum, but its almost as if she loves balls and
assholes just as much as cocks. One time just as a test of my control
and her submissiveness, I told her to lick my asshole without touching
my cock until I told her to stop, and over an hour passed before I
finally let her take my cock in her mouth and finish me. Even then she
seemed reluctant to leave my ass.
But this morning when I awoke, I found her laying beside me on her
stomach humping her hand. I slid my hand under her warm, little belly
and let my fingers join her's at her sloppy, wet cunt, sliding two of
mine in along side the two she already had up inside her little fuck
hole. She fucked those four fingers as if they were the best cock she
had ever had, her tight ass rising and falling deliciously with each
thrust of her hips. She still had the dildo in her ass, of course.
She knew full well that only I could remove the dildo from her ass in
the mornings. Whgen she was ready to come she reached back with her
other hand and began fucking the dildo in and out of her hot asshole.
She turned her head to me as she hunched and bumped and humped her
slut holes against the firm intruders inside them and said "I live to
fuck, MASTER. I'm a dirty, little, tramp slave-slut who wants only to
please her MASTER!! Please, please MASTER, may your dirty, slave-slut
whore show you what a hungry, little piece she is and come all over her
hand?"
Turning my henad to look into her eyes and smiling wickedly, I
began
spanking her churning ass cheeks and replied, " Yes, my trembling and
submissive little slave, you may come for your MASTER now!"
Her hips raised higher and higher with each thrust as she continued
to impale her hungry holes on the fingers and dildo inside her body
until, at the height of her orgasm, she was like a wild and wanton
animal lewdly slamming her holes full of hard probes and grunting over
and over again as she came. Finally hera moans stopped and she
collapsed on the bed breathless and panting.
Now, not much over two hours since coming so violently, here she
was on the phone wanting me to come home and fuck her. I decided that
perhaps this was a good day to explore some new territory with my slave
and told her that I would be home shortly. I also told her to dress
herself in the white dress that I had bought for her the previous week
and to wear under it her white garter belt outfit and tan stockings. I
also told lher to not wear the bra that came with the set, only the
garter belt and the little, shiny, white panties. It was a lovely
dress, a very light material that was actually rather easy to see
through. Normally a woman would not wear that dress without a slip
under it, especially if she was wearing a garter belt, but we both knew
when I bought it that there would not be many times when Monica would
wear it with a slip, no matter where we were going or who would see
her. She knew without my telling helr to wear the ankle bracelet on
which I had had the word 'slut' engraved, as well as the 4 inch high
heels that matched the dress.
Much to my delight, when I arrived home, I found her dressed and
sitting on the couch in the living room watching an X-rated movie on
the VCR, her fingers busy inside her little, white panties. I kissed
her on the cheek and played with her nipples through the thin material
until she was almost ready to come, then made her stop. Turning off
the VCR, I informed hero that we were going for a ride. She was never
very happy when I made her stop before she could come, but she knew
that she would come many times before the day was over, and of course,
she knew that she would be punished if she complained about my making
her stop. So with a loud sigh she lowered her dress and followed me
out to the car.
Opening the door for her, I watched her enter the car in the manner
which I had prescribed for her, sitting down first and then sliding her
dress up above he r knees just the required amount before swinging her
legs in and sliding her dress up even further. She had long ago
learned the proper way to enter and exit a car both when there were
others present and when we were alone. Actually there was only one
major difference in the two approaches, that being that when we were
alone she raised her dress all the way to her waist and opened her legs
wide after having swung her legs inside the car. If there were others
present or if another man was holding thde door open for her, she
merely
raised her dress as high as possible without her garters showing before
he closed the door on her side of the car. This in itself was, of
course, a very sexy thing to see, and I often had enjoyed watching men
roll their eyes as they watched my little slut enter and leave cars.
Monica seldom had to open the door of a car for herself. The procedure
was the same if she was driving and a man opened the driver's side door
for her, even if I was not along. I knew that theh men who watched her
display her legs in that way would want to fuck her, but I also knew
that she would only fuck those men that I allowed her to fuck. And it
pleased me for her to make cocks hard. When she got out of the car,
the procedure was even more exciting because she had been trained to
open her legs and place one foot at a time outside the car when the
door was being held open for her and only to lower and smooth out her
dress after standing. There was always a good view to be had, even
when I allowed her to wear pantyhose, which was not often, and even
then they were usually crotchless pantyhose.
I was aware that she had turned her head and was looking at me as I
turned into the gas station, but I paid her little mind. She knew that
I would not allow her to lower her dress, and she also knew how much
the man who ran the station loved to clean the windshield of our car
while the gas was being pumped into the tank. She hated the way the
man looked at her so lewdly and openlyd stared at her pantied crotch.
Yet she knew that I was allowing him to look and that there was nothing
she could do about it that she would not pay for later on. So she just
sat there with her head bowed and her eyes lowered as the man looked at
her stockinged legs and her damp, white panties. I always acted as if
there was nothing unusual at all about her sitting there so exposed and
paid no attention at all to the man's lewd staring at my wife's exposed
crotch.
Soon we were back on the roand again, and while I knew that she was
upset with me for exposing her to the man at the gas station, I was
also very much aware that her cunt had dampened even more in the
process. The smell of her pussy permeated the air in the car, and I
breathed it in deeply with great satisfaction.
As we turned onto the four lane highway leading away from our
little town, I inserted the tape that I had been saving for just such a
day into the cassette player. It was a special tape that I had made
at a party which I had thrown while Monica had been away
visiting her father and brother in New York. I had invited a group of
people over who were special friends of our's. They were all very much
aware of who Monica is and what she is for, and all of them had had sex
with her on numerous occasions. The reason I had thrown the party was
to give us a chance to discuss our next get-together with Monica and to
plan how we wou ld use her at that time. But I had also had the idea
for this tape and had planned on making it.
The tape had some of our favorite music on it, but interspersed
with the music were the voices of our friends speaking to Monica about
very filthy and dirty things. There was Dan, the college quarterback,
reminding Monica that he still wanted to have her join him and the rest
of the team in their lockerroom some night after a game. He talked
openly to her about how they would all let her suck thesir cocks and
how
they would take turns fucking her over and over again until they had
spilled all their cum into and onto her. Then there was Paul, the
dark-haired stockbroker, who talked for a solid fifteen minutes about
how much he loved to fuck her in the ass. There was Cindy, the high
school cheerleader, who in her giggly, little voice kept telling Monica
over and over how much she wanted to let the whole cheerleading squad
watch Monica perform for them. She made it quite clear that
"performipng" for them would include eating all their juicy, little
cunts. Robert, the black lawyer, loved to tease Monica about her love
for black cocks and spent his allotted time talking to her in a really
degrading way about what a slut she was to love to suck him off as much
as she did. While his features were not particularly those of a black
man, his voice certainly was, and his teasing and chiding words took on
extra impact because of his accent and the sound of his voice calling
her a slut and a whodre and a dirty, little, nigger-sucking tramp.
John, the police sargent talked about hand-cuffing her and fucking her
with his night stick while some of the other guys in the department
watched, then letting them all take turns with her. He also talked
about catching her with Robert and spanking her in front of the others
because she had been sucking his black dick.
As I had expected, Monica was unable to listen to the tape without
getting very excited, and she would either finger herself or relach for
my hand and place it on her sopping wet cunt each time one of the
voices would begin to speak. I smiled with satisfaction, watching her
grow increasingly hot and seeing her come over and over again as the
familiar and exciting voices made her feel even more submissive.
As we rode along, she became far too hot and submissive to care
what was going on in the world around her, and I purposely pulled
alongside trucks to let the drivers have a view of her fingering her
little cunt as she l istened to the voices on the tape. I also told
her
to open her dress from the top to her waist so that the drivers could
see her perky little tits and watch as she pinched her hardening
nipples while masturbating.
When the tape ended, I turned on the cb radio so that we could
listen to the chatter among the truck drivers who had been watching
Monica perform for them. That seemed to be the first time that she was
really aware that they had been watching her. Sshe had been so lost in
her lust
that she hadn't given it much thought while it was occurring.
When she saw me take the microphone in hand and begin to talk about her
to the drivers, she began to beg me to stop, telling me that I was
embarrassing her and pleading with me to not tell them all the dirty
things that she enjoyed doing as my slave. But I not only told them
how much she loved to suck big, hard cocks, but invited them all to
meet us at the next rest stop where I would let them all have her hot,
little mouth on their dickis.
When we pulled into the rest stop, we were met by 9 hot and horny
truck drivers of all descriptions who couldn't wait to have this hot,
little slave of mine take their cum in her mouth. Knowing that there
was no point in refusing, and frankly needing their cum as much as they
needed for her to suck it from them, Monica got out of the car and
walked directly to the men's room motioning for them to follow her.
Once inside the men began pawing at her, their rough hands unbuttoning
her dress arnd sliding it off her body. They all grabbed at her tits
and felt between her legs and pressed their mouths against her's in
hot, sloppy kisses. She felt hands on her ass cheeks pulling them
apart, hands on her thighs, hands on her tits and lips kissing her
naked legs and neck. There seemed to be fingers everywhere, fingers
pinching her nipples, fingers pushing at her cunt, trying to enter her
asshole. She felt hard dicks being placed in her hands and rubbed
against her naked body. She jerked thre cocks in her hands as they
lowered her to the floor, feeling two men opening her legs and holding
them apart as another man lowered himself between her stockinged
thighs. Now another sweaty body was straddling her chest and a cock
was being placed in her open and hungry mouth. All she could see, feel
and think about was cocks. There seemed to be cocks everywhere. Hard,
thick, smelly cocks fucking her mouth and hands and cunt, fucking her
and spewing their white, hot cum into her and onto her.
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She had no idea how long they kept her there or how many times they
fucked her. She really didn't even know how many times she came
herself, although she knew she came several times in succession more
than once. Finally she realized that she was alone and that they had
left her there by herself, naked and covered with cum, lying on the
floor of the men's room. She struggled to her feet, looking around for
her dress, then realizing to her dismay that the dress was not there.
She washed herseldf off as best she could, and then peeking out the
door
of the men's room, saw her MASTER standing by their car holding her
dress in his hands. She motioned for him to bring her the dress and
then realized that he would not do that, that she would have to cross
the parking area clad in only her stockings and panties. The
embarrassment of having to cross the parking area nearly nude was minor
compared to the gang-bang she had just experienced, and Monica walked
calmly to the car. She expected me to allow her to put her dress on,
but instead found that I had spread a sheet over the back seat and was
instructing her to lay on her side in the back for the remainder of the
trip. She meekly lay on her side with her naked ass exposed and felt
my handcuffing her with her arms behind her. The tape played over and
over on the return trip home, and she found herself still longing to be
able to finger herself and being terribly frustrated by the cuffs which
kept her hands behind her back.
After w hat seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, we
arrived back at our home. I helped the bound, little slave get out of
the back seat and led her into the house still semi-naked and still
cuffed. Once inside I removed the handcuff's and took Monica into the
bedroom and laid her gently on the bed to rest while I ran her bath. I
finished removing her clothing while the water was running and
afterward slowly eased her into the hot water and bathed her gently,
making sure to remove all the come thcat had been spilled onto her
earlier. After the bath I allowed her to douche in front of me and
then, having her kneel in the tub, greased her asshole well and
inserted the enema nozzle, filling her ass with warm, soapy water to
remove the cum that had been shot up her dark hole by the horny truck
drivers.
After drying her beautiful, naked body off with a big, rough towel,
I turned back the covers of our bed and laid my sweet slave on the cool
sheets, kissing her gently and telling her to reset while I fixed her
something to eat. I then fixed a nice chef's salad for us both and
served her the salad and a glass of white wine in bed. After we had
eaten I told her I wanted her to take a short nap while I attended to
the preparations for the rest of her evening. She was asleep in less
than five minutes, and taking the piece of paper from my wallet on
which she had written her phone number, I called my new friend, Donna.
This was going to be a day to remember.
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