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Master Wade 1
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
MRWADE01.STY By MASTER WADE
The Nurse
The appointment with the doctor had been made for an insurance
physical. I'd had several of them over the last several years and
really didn't mind them at all, especially since the new nurse had
started working for my doctor. Her name was Donna, and she was a
petite little package, so cute that had her body been any less
voluptous she would have almost been one of those women who was
nearly too cute to fantasize about. You know the type I mean. Some
women are just so precious that its hard to imagine them naked and
hungry for a good fuck. Thats almost the way it was with Donna.
The first time I'd met her she'd had on a pair of white slacks,
pressed so crisply that there was not even a hint of a wrinkle
anywhere, even though it was nearly the end of office hours. She
obviously had on white knee highs or thigh highs, because the lines
of her bikini panties were so plainly obvious as she walked away from
me. Her ass was perfect in every way, proportioned ideally for the
rest of her body and just full enough to make your mouth water. And
the panties she chose to wear were just enough proof that there was a
sexually alive woman inside those clothes to make staring at her
tight little buns seem perfectly alright. She had worn a pale pink
and blue sweater that day, made of a rather smoothly woven fabric
that followed the curves of her breasts perfectly. I felt sure she
was wearing a bra, but was also just as sure that her perky breasts
would appear just as firm and full without one.
The wedding ring on her finger was a disappointment to me, of
course, and I was a good little soldier in my remarks to her, even
though her smile and her attitude told me that she found me at least
interesting. We exchanged small talk in between the blood pressure
and blood sample taking, and I learned that she had been married for
a little over two years and lived in a neighborhood between my work
and my home. Her husband was a salesman who traveled to nearby
cities during the week but was always home on the weekends.
Much to my chagrin, the next time that I was at the doctor's
office another nurse did the honors, but Donna walked by the door
often and looked in and smiled each time she passed the door. I had
run in to her a time or two since as I was shopping in our little
town and we had greeted each other pleasantly, but had never really
had much time to talk. Finally I had returned to the doctor one more
time and was really pleased that Donna was my nurse once again. She
seemed pleased too, and the examining room seemed charged with sex
the moment she entered.
This time she was wearing a white skirt and blouse and the
normal white stockings. She sat across from me asking the usual
questions for the insurance form and when she crossed her legs I was
in the perfect position to look up the sides of her little skirt as
she swung her foot to and fro nervously. I was enjoying myself so
much that I really didn't care whether or not she saw me staring at
her legs, and if she noticed she made no effort to let me know that
she was aware. She also never stopped swinging that foot, and every
time she did her skirt would raise just a bit letting me see mearly
to the tops of her stockings. I could see the thicker band near the
tops of them and although I really couldn't be sure she didn't have
on thigh tops or pantyhose, in my mind at least there was also a
pretty white garter belt under that crisp white skirt.
When she finished asking her questions and rose to take my blood
pressure I fixed my gaze on her chest trying my best to see if I
could see anything at all through the white blouse. But
unfortunately I couldn't tell for sure even if she had on a bra or
not until she bent lower to test my reflexes with the little hammer
on the knee trick and her blouse fell open just enough to make it
clear that she was not wearing one. I could see the swell of her
right breast and as she moved slightly to her right to check my right
knee I could see the darkening circle of the tip of her breast and
her pink little nipple as it poked forward out of the circle. My
smile must have told her that I'd seen something that pleased me,
because when she straightened up and saw my face she smiled at me,
and with a small chuckle handed me the specimen cup and said,
"Here...put those eyes back in your head and go fill this up for me".
I smiled a broad smile and without another word went to the restroom
and did as she had requested. When I returned I handed the cup to
her and jokingly remarked, "Here you go, now don't confuse that with
Mountain Dew". She smiled back and with a mischievous grin on her
face said, "Oh there's a big difference in this and Mountain Dew....I
don't like the taste of Mountain Dew". With that she turned on her
heel and walked away leaving me to wait for the doctor.
Over the next several days I couldn't think of anything but
Donna. The teasing views of her luscious body and the incredibly
sexy come-back to my teasing about the specimen had really had an
effect on me. I knew I was going to have to find out just exactly
what kind of girl this Donna was, no matter what kind of trouble it
got me into.
Several days after our last encounter I made the stupid mistake
of letting a chisel slip in my woodworking shop late one afternoon
and had to go over to the doctor's office for stiches in my arm.
Just as the doctor was finishing up he got a call to attend to an
emergency situation in the emergency room of the local hospital which
was just next door to his office. He asked Donna if she could put
the dressing on my injury and if she would close the office for him
as he was sure he would not be able to get back before it was time
for everyone to leave. She confidently told the doctor she could
handle it all and by the time she had finished bandaging my arm the
other nurses and doctors had all left.
I apologized to Donna for being responsible for her having to
stay late, to which she replied "Oh, don't apologize, I don't get the
chance to "play doctor" often, and after all, you are my favorite
patient...and besides, Frank is out of town and I don't have anything
to do the rest of the evening anyway."
"Well, Doctor," I replied with a smile, "are you sure you don't
need another specimen from your favorite patient?...seems like you
ask for one every time I come".
"Come to think of it," she smiled, "why don't you give me one,
just in case you have gotten some kind of infection or something?"
I chuckled as I took the cup and went to the bathroom to comply
with my new "doctor's" wishes. When I returned to the examining room
I handed the cup to Donna and with a sly smile said, "Well, it does
look a bit like Mountain Dew, doesn't it?"
"Ummmmm, now that you mention it, it does! Now, I wouldn't put
it past you to try to trick me by giving me a cup of Mountain Dew
instead of what I asked you for. Maybe I'd better check this and
see, just in case!" With that she lifted the cup to her face and
swirling the yellow liquid around like brandy sniffed the aroma. "It
doesn't smell like Mountain Dew....but the the only way to be sure is
...." and with that she placed the cup to her lips and took a small
sip. Swirling the still warm piss around in her mouth as if she were
tasting wine, my sweet and cute little nurse then smiled and said,
"Oh, no, this certainly isn't Mountain Dew, this is wonderful!" and
tilting back her head she drank the remainder of my piss into her
mouth.
Without another word I took the cup from her hand and set it on
the small table and staring directly into her eyes began unbuttoning
her blouse. Tugging the hem of her blouse from her skirt and
spreading it open, her beautiful breasts were exposed to my hungry
gaze. I slid the blouse off her shoulders, but rather than
completely removing it, I left it half way off her back, letting the
white fabric serve as bonds on the young nurses arms. She stood
quietly without moving, allowing me to do whatever I chose to do with
her clothing. Her breasts were now completely exposed to me and I
reached out taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger
and pinching it. "How do you like for your nipples to be pinched,
Donna, lightly, or very hard?" She swallowed visibly and closing her
eyes breathed her response: "I love for them to be pinched very, very
hard!" Tightening my grip on her nipple I clamped down on it with
increasing force, twisting it and pulling it out away from her
breast, reaching forward with the other hand to perform identical
ministrations on her other nipple with my free hand.
Donna's head rolled back and her eyes glazed over as I played
with her hardening nipples. I could feel them growing longer and
longer between my fingers, and by the time I had satisfied myself
with the pinching and pulling they had grown nearly an inch long.
"Play with them for me Donna, while I remove your skirt," I
commanded. With absolutely no hesitation whatsoever, Donna's hands
moved to her breasts and took over the pulling and pinching that my
hands had begun.
Reaching to her waist, I slid the zipper on the side of her
skirt downward, unhooking the small clasp and lowering her skirt to
the floor. I knelt in front of her, lifting her feet one at a time
and removing the skirt from around her ankles. For the first time I
was now sure what my favorite little nurse wore under her skirts and
the sexy white garter belt that met my gaze as it moved up her
curvaceous legs framed her young pussy beautifully. Evidently Donna
only wore panties when she wore pants, because her sweet cunt was
completely exposed as she stood before me.
Without having to be told, Donna opened her legs wider, standing
with her feet a good 2 feet apart. Rising, I walked slowly around
her looking at her ass and the backs of her thighs. Her right hand
moved downward toward her obviously hot cunt, but I stopped her.
"No, Donna, don't touch your hot little slut cunt yet, I'm not
ready for you to do that."
"Yesssssss, Yesssss....oh Pleeeassee, let me touch it!!...Its so
hot and ready!!!"
"I said NO!! Donna...you do want to do everything I tell you to
do, don't you?"
"Yesssss...but...oh, God,....how did you know how much I've been
needing you? How did you know how much I need a MASTER, how much I
miss being trained and used? How did you know???!!!"
"Its my job to know, Donna," I smiled, " and besides, only a
cheap little tramp slave slut enjoys drinking piss."
Donna's eyes closed tightly and a low moan escaped from her
mouth at the sound of my words, and her hands worked even more
feverishly on her long and hard nipples. Reaching forward I lightly
let the tips of my fingers graze the damp folds of her pussy through
the thin whisp of cunt hair. Her cunt hair was like that of a young
girl, so sparse and thin as to be almost non-existant, and her hips
bucked and she moaned more loudly as my fingers touched her already
throbbing nether lips. Even with that slight touch my fingers had
become coated with her fuck juices and I held the fingers up to her
nose allowing her to smell the aroma of her own cunt.
"Smell your cunt, my little whore, smell the juice that is
pouring from your hot little hole!"
"Ohhhhh, MASTER!!!," she breathed hotly, and her tongue reached
out and licked at the wet fingers being offered to her.
"You love pussy juice, don't you my little slave?" I teased.
"Yesssssss MASTER!!, I do love pussy juice!!!...please, please,
please feed me more of my fuck!!!"
Moving my fingers back to her hot hole I slowly inserted two of
them deeply inside her and moved them back and forth letting them
become drenched with the warm and slick juice that bubbled in the
heat of her passion pit. Moving them back to her mouth I slid them
between her open lips and watched with delight as she sucked hungrily
at them.
"You love piss and you love cunt juice...what else do you love
my little slave slut whore?"
Her breathing now was ragged, coming almost in spurts and her
hips were moving back in forth in a fucking motion even though there
was nothing at all touching her cunt or ass.
"I lovvvvvve cummmmmm, MASTER!!!!...I love your cummmmmmmm and
want it in my mouth sooooo much!!!!!!"
My fingers moved back to her spread and exposed cunt as she
moaned her answer, and I added yet another finger, now sliding three
hard fingers into her dripping honey pot. The thrusting of her hips
now picked up speed and I knew that if I continued she would surely
come. My cock was pressing the front of my trousers out violently
now. I couldn't remember a time when I'd been as excited. This
wonderfully attractive young nurse had in the space of a few moments
turned into a quivering slave who I now knew would do anything and
everything that I asked her to do.
"Morrrrrrrrrrrre, MASTER...... pleeeeeeeeeeease, pleeeeeease,
fuck me harder and give me morrrrrre!!!!"
"Do you love cocks, Donna?"
"Ohhhhh MASTER!!!...YESSSSSSS!!! You know I love cocks!!"
"You love to suck big hard cocks and take the warm cum in your
mouth, don't you Donna?"
"Yesssssssssss!!, MASTER!!!"
"Do you like to fuck, Donna?"
"MASTER!!!!!!, don't tease your little slave anymorrrrrre,
pleassseeee!!!!!...Fuck me!!!!!, Fuck me!!!!!, Fuck me!!!!!"
"Will you do anything I say, Donna? Will you suck anyone, eat
anyone, fuck anyone I tell you to?"
"Annnnnyyyyything!!!!, MASTER, I'll do annnnnyyyything you tell
me to do...just Fuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkk meeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!"
Reaching forward I took one of Donna's hands and moved it from
her breast to her cunt and pressed her own fingers up inside her
hungry pussy as I removed my fingers from her. She immediately began
fucking herself while I removed my clothing and watched the young
slave performing for me. Once stripped, I backed her up to the
examining table and laying her down on it lifted her stockinged legs
in my arms. My throbbing member stood straight out and as I moved my
hips forward the head of hard cock was sucked into her sloppy wet
hole as if it had a mind of its own.
Feeling my thick meat slide deeply into her pleasure hole,
Donna's hips lifted upward off the table empaling herself even
further on my cock. She gripped the sides of the table with all her
might and her head now moved from side to side as she fucked herself
on my dick. Reaching forward I pinched her long nipples hard,
twisting and pulling and pinching them roughly.
"Unnnggggh!!, Unnngggggh!!, Unnnnggggghh!!!!....fuuuuucccckkkkk
meeeeeeee!!!!! Ohhhh!!! Yessssssss!!!! I'm soooooooo hotttttt!!!
MASTER!!!!! FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK MEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"
I was aware that she was coming at first by the look in her eyes
and the way her head suddenly stopped turning from side to side. Her
eyes were opened wide and every muscle in her neck suddenly stiffened
as she lifted her head from the examining table, staring down at her
still jerking hips. Then her whole body tensed and her hips rose one
final time stretching upward in the air and holding my fuck meat all
the way in her trembling pussy.
My own orgasm exploded within me as I watched her come and
unable to move my cock in and out of her because of the raised
position of her body, I felt my whole shaft jerk inside her, the hot,
copious cum spurting out wildly with each jerk of the imprisoned
dick.
Her eyes still transfixed and every muscle tensed, she made two
more hard thrusts of her hips and then collapsed on the table, her
eyes closed and her head falling to one side. Her arms fell loosely
to her sides and I was afraid for a moment that something was wrong
with her. But her chest still rose and fell and it was obvious that
she had simply blacked out. Withdrawing my cock from her as I
lowered her legs, I leaned forward to kiss her mouth tenderly. With
a slight start she came to and returned my kiss tenderly, her arms
reaching around me to hold me close to her sweat covered body.
Neither of us could believe that it was already 7:00 when we
recovered enough to look at our watches. Our first sexual encounter
had lasted nearly two hours and yet had seemed like only minutes.
Kissing Donna goodbye at the door of the doctor's office I did
not have to ask if I would be seeing her again. We both knew that
she had found what she had been searching for all her life, and I had
never before been with a woman who was more hungry for a MASTER and
who would as unquestioningly do anything and everything that I asked
her to do. The best was indeed yet to come.
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