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   MRWADE04.STY                                          BY MASTER WADE

                               The Poker Party

         In  the  years  since my graduation from college I've managed to
   stay  in  touch  with  several  of the people who were friends of mine
   during  those  formative  years.  Usually once a year three of my male
   college  friends come to visit and spend the weekend with me.  I'd not
   had  the  opportunity  to  introduce them to my new wife, and I looked
   forward  to  them  coming this year perhaps more than any other in the
   past.
         Monica  had  heard  me mention the three guys often.  Jack was a
   judge  now  in  one  of  the  bordering  states.   He'd  always been a
   handsome  guy,  a  bit  taller than me at 6'2" and weighing around 200
   pounds,  and  he  had  somehow managed to stay single all these years.
   Mark  was  shorter  than Jack and not quite as popular with the women,
   but  still  had  a  good  strong,  well-shaped  body  because  of  the
   bicycling  that  he did almost every day.  He was an examiner with the
   federal  reserve  system  and  was the father of two young boys.  Tony
   was  of  Italian descent and had that dark hair and olive colored skin
   that  so many women love.  His mustache and his big muscles from years
   of  weight-lifting  made  him  a  favorite  of lots of women.  Married
   twice before, Tony was now single once again.
         I  didn't  have  to  tell Monica that I'd be sharing her with my
   friends  while  they  were  here, just my avoidance of the subject was
   all  the  confirmation  that  she needed.  Her training had taught her
   that  unless  I  told  her otherwise in advance that she was to assume
   that  she  would  be my slave when we were in the privacy of our home,
   and  that included those times when there were others present.  As the
   arrival of the guys grew closer I could since her excitement growing.
         I had sent each of the guys a letter explaining Monica's role as
   my  Wife-slut  and  had  told them that she would be serving them over
   the  weekend  while  they were here.  They knew me well enough to know
   that  I wasn't kidding about it when they got the letter and while the
   letter  did  result  in some excited phone calls from them, everything
   was set and they were really anxious to come.
         They  all flew in to the nearest airport on Friday afternoon and
   rented  a  car  together for the drive to our little town.  I had told
   them  to  call  me  when  they  got  to the airport to give me time to
   prepare   things  for  them.   I'm  sure  Monica  wondered  if  Friday
   afternoon  would  ever  come.  In the days between her introduction to
   our  nurse  friend Donna and the arrival of my college buddies she had
   been  extremely  hot and I had to make her masturbate at least 3 times
   each  day just to keep her calm enough to normally function.  I fucked
   her  during  that  time  as well, of course, but a guy can't just stay
   home and fuck all the time, you know.
         I  came  home  early  on Friday to make sure that Monica had the
   house  ready  for my friends.  I had instructed her to make sure there
   were  clean  sheets  on the beds and clean towels in the bathrooms and
   had  told  her to douche and give herself an enema around 2:00 so that
   she  would  be  nice  and clean too.  When I got home that afternoon I
   checked  to  see if she had followed my directions.  Everything seemed
   to  be  in  order, except that if she douched it was difficult to tell
   from  the  state  her  pussy was in.  She had always lubricated freely
   and  it wasn't too surprising to me to find her cunt extremely wet and
   aromatic  when I checked her holes.  I had her squat in the shower and
   douche  once  more  for  me to make sure that she would be as clean as
   possible, although I was sure that wouldn't last long.
         After  watching  Monica  douche  I  laid  out her outfit for the
   evening  on  the  bed  for  her.   I chose a tiny pair of pink panties
   which  had  almost  no  back to them at all, mostly just a strap which
   slid  into her crack and often seemed to work its way between her cunt
   lips  as  well.   It  would just barely cover her trimmed cunt hair in
   the  front.   In  addition  to  the  panties, I laid out the pink high
   heels  and  a  nice  little  summer dress that I had allowed Monica to
   modify  just a bit in order to make it more sluttish.  It was a pretty
   pink  sundress  which  had  a  very  low cut top with just little thin
   straps  holding  the  top  up,  and  which  when  we had bought it had
   already  been  quite  short.   But I had allowed Monica to hem it some
   more,  making  it  just  barely  long enough to cover her ass when she
   stood.   I  also  had  her  cut  a three inch slit in each side of the
   dress from the bottom up.
         Before  allowing  her  to dress I laid her on the bed and rubbed
   lotion  all  over  her  body,  wanting  it to be nice and smooth to my
   friends  when  they  touched her.  It soon became evident that she was
   going  to  have  to douche again before they came, so I allowed her to
   do that before she dressed.
        She'd  just  finished  dressing  when  the  door-bell  rang and I
   instructed  her  to  assume  "the  position"  in the foyer prior to my
   opening  the door.  I led her to the foyer and watched as she knelt in
   the  floor,  sitting between her feet and placing her hands behind her
   back  and  lowering  her head.  The short dress rode up just enough in
   that  position  that  it  made  her pantied crotch easy to see and her
   arms  behind  her  back  allowed  her hard nipples to push through the
   thin fabric of the dress.
         Finding  her  position  pleasing,  I opened the door to greet my
   friends.   As  they  came  in we exchanged pleasantries and they stood
   around  rather  nervously as we chatted just inside the door, glancing
   down  at  Monica frequently and no doubt wondering when I was going to
   introduce  them  and  how  long  I was going to require her to stay in
   that position with her head bowed and her eyes lowered.
         "This  is my slave, Monica" I said extending my hand to indicate
   the  kneeling woman in front of them.  After allowing them to all look
   at  her  and giving them a chance to see that she didn't lift her head
   or  speak  even  though  they  were speaking to her, I reached out and
   took  her  elbow  and allowed her to stand and return their greetings.
   She  spoke  to  each  of  the  warmly,  but  in  a reserved manner, an
   embarrased look on her face as their eyes roamed over her.
         "Show my friends how glad you are that they are here, Monica," I
   instructed.
         "Yes,  MASTER,", she replied and moving from one to the other of
   them,  she  wrapped her arms around their necks and kissed them deeply
   on  the  mouth.  She kissed each of them just long enough to make sure
   that  their  cocks  were  stirring  in  their  pants  and when she had
   finished she moved back to my side and hooked her arm in mine.
         "Bring  your  luggage  on  in  guys," I said, "we've got alot of
   catching up to do!
         Monica  prepared  a nice meal for us all as we sat in the living
   room  and  talked  about what all had occured in the year since we had
   seen  each  other.  While it was cooking she set up the card-table and
   chairs  in  the living room, doing an excellent job of showing off her
   sweet little body to my friends in the process.
        "Are we gonna play cards?", asked Tony.
         "Yep,  I  thought  after we ate dinner we'd play a little poker.
   The  winner  for  the  evening  gets  to  have  Monica  sleep with him
   tonight."
         The  idea of winning Monica for the evening excited all of them,
   and I knew we would have a spirited night of poker.
         Before  long  Monica announced that dinner was served and we sat
   around  the  dining  room table and enjoyed the excellent meal she had
   prepared.   Monica  was  allowed  to eat in the room with us, standing
   and  eating  from  her  plate  on  the serving board at the end of the
   room.   We sat around the table afterward, allowing our food to settle
   and  giving  Monica  a  chance  to  remove the dishes and clean up the
   kitchen  before  moving  into  the  living room once more to begin the
   card  playing.  My friends seemed to really be enjoying themselves and
   were  certainly  warming  to  the idea of having a sexy young slave at
   their disposal for the weekend.
         While  the  cards  were shuffled and dealt I invited the guys to
   feel  free  to touch Monica whenever or however they pleased, and told
   them  that  they  would  find  her  very  receptive to everything that
   happened  the rest of the evening.  I didn't have to say any more than
   that  and  as she moved around the table bringing us drinks and snacks
   they  each  reached  out to fondle her ass and legs and tits, allowing
   their   hands  to  roam  up  under  the  short  dress.   Monica  stood
   obediently  still whenever she was being fondled and did not move away
   until  she  recieved a sign from me to do so.  As I had instructed she
   did  not  speak unless spoken to and although it was obvious to all of
   us  that  she  was  extremely  excited,  she  stood quietly and merely
   closed her eyes when she was being fondled.
         After a couple of rounds of being fondled, I asked Monica if she
   was enjoying herself.
         "Oh yes, MASTER, you're friends are very nice and its so kind of
   you to allow me to serve them!", she replied with a smile.
         "Good  girl!   Remove  your  dress  and  panties  now Monica," I
   instructed in a level voice.
          Monica  lifted  the short dress over her head and slid the tiny
   panties  off her ass, twisting her hips slightly to the right and then
   to  the  left  as  she  worked  them  lower  and  stepped out of them.
   Tossing  the  dress  and the panties on the floor beside her she stood
   quietly  allowing  us  all to look at her nakedness.  We all stared at
   her  with  interest  and  the other guys complimented her on her perky
   tits  and  her nicely trimmed bush.  Upon my signal she turned around,
   allowing  them  to  observe  her  tight  young ass which elicited more
   compliments from them.
         "You may lay in the floor and finger-fuck yourself now, Monica,"
   I said.
         She  lay on her back in the floor near the table and opening her
   legs  wide  and  bending  her  knees  she  began  rubbing her clit and
   working  her  fingers  in  and out of her pussy.  After watching for a
   few  moments  we  continued  to play cards, only occasionally glancing
   over at her as she fingered herself to the brink of an orgasm.
        "May I pleeeeasssee cummmmmmmm now MASTER!!??" she moaned.
        "Do you need to come badly, my little slut?"
        "Oh yesssss, MASTER, I need to come soooooo badddddd!!!!"
         "Will  you  suck us all if I let you come now, little slave slut
   whore?"
          "Oh   yesssss,  MASTER!!!!,  I  love  to  suck  cocks...please,
   pleaseee, let me come now, Pleassssssssseee!!!!"
         "You'll crawl under the table and take our cum if I let you come
   now, Monica?"
         "Anythingggg,  MASTER,  you  know  I'll  do  anythinggggg,  just
   please, oh, please let me come!!!!!!"
         "You  may come then my little cock-sucking slave," I said with a
   smile and a wink to my friends.
         We  all  watched  as Monica hunched her naked hips into the air,
   using  both  hands  on her dripping wet fuck hole.  With her left hand
   she  was  rubbing her clit and she had three fingers of her right hand
   deep  in  her  cunt,  pumping  them  in and out as if she needed to be
   fucked more than anything else in the world.
         Finally  with a loud moan the rapid thrusting of her hips turned
   into  a  slow,  rythmic, circular hunch, and her orgasm began sweeping
   over  her.   Her  moans  became  animal  grunts  and  the sound of her
   fingers  fucking  in  and  out of her sloppy wet hole filled the room.
   Finally   her  grunting  and  fingering  slowed  to  a  stop  and  she
   collapsed, a sweaty, panting, trembling bundle of skin and juice.
         We continued to play cards as she recouped her energy, and after
   about  ten minutes  she crawled on her hands and knees under the table
   to  begin  her  service of our cocks.  I felt her mouth nibbling at my
   cock  through  my pants, but aware of the excitement of my friends and
   wanting  her  mouth  to  already be wet with cum when she sucked me, I
   pushed  her  head  away  and  toward  Tony's  lap who was seated to my
   right.
         She  took  her time with each man, licking and kissing each dick
   as  if  it  were  a  lollipop.  She made it very obvious to each of us
   that  cock-sucking  was  indeed  something  which  she did because she
   liked  it,  no...loved  it,  and  not simply because she was my slave.
   Each  of us in turn spilled our hot fuck into her eager mouth and felt
   the  lingering  sucking  of  her  mouth  afterward milking and drawing
   every little drop of spunk from us into her hungrily.
         By the time she had finished sucking us all we had completed the
   previously  specified  number  of  hands  and had declared a proud and
   happy  Tony  the nights winner.  I explained to Tony that Monica would
   spend  the  night  in  the  bed  with him, and that he could choose to
   sleep if he desired, or he could use her in anyway he chose.
         "Just  remember,"  I  said  with a smile, "that we have two more
   days  to go, and if you wind up sleeping all day tomorrow, you'll miss
   some fun."
         While  Tony  contemplated his delicious dilema, I told the group
   that  it  was still a bit early to call it a night, and suggested that
   we  each  take turns fucking Monica in her bed until it got to be bed-
   time.    They  all  agreed,  and  I  send  Monica  into  the  bedroom,
   instructing  her  to  lay on her back and take us all until we decided
   to  stop.  She did as I requested, and allowing my friends to go first
   once  more, we began filling her cunt with cum one at a time, watching
   tv  in  the  living  room in between fucks, allowing our cocks to rest
   and our balls to refill with more cum to pump into her.
         The  first  time  I  fucked her I discovered that she had merely
   been  fucked in her middle fuck hole by the other guys and I of course
   reminded  them  that  she  did  have  two other holes in which to take
   cum.   On  my  second  trip  into the bedroom to pump her I discovered
   that  they  had  taken  my  advice and her ass and mouth had both been
   shot  into  on  the  second  round.  Gradually the guys began dropping
   out,  Tony  because  he  had  the  rest  of the night, and Jack simply
   because  he couldn't get it up any more.  Mark finally decided that he
   was  ready  for bed and I entered the bedroom for the last time of the
   night  to hold Monica and talk to her about the evening before sending
   her to Tony's bed for the night.
         Realizing  how  dripping  wet she was with sweat and cum and her
   own  juices,  I suggested that she take a warm bath following our talk
   so that she would be nice and clean for Tony.
         "You've  been  a  very obedient and extremely pleasing slave, my
   sweet darling slut" I said proudly.
         "Oh, MASTER, I've had a wonderful evening.  I really wish that I
   could  sleep  in your arms tonight, but I understand you're wanting to
   share  my body with your friends.  I loved the cum and the hard bodies
   laying  on  me  fucking  my  holes  with  their hard cocks, and I look
   forward  to  being  your  slave  tomorrow as well.  Thank you so much,
   MASTER,  for  knowing  who  I  am  and  what I am, and for using me so
   wonderfully!"
        Kissing  my  precious wife warmly on her full lips I sent her off
   to  her  bath  and  rolling  onto my side fell asleep with a contented
   smile  on  my  face,  knowing  that Tony had won the poker game of his
   life.