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   MRWADE09.STY                                          BY MASTER WADE
                           Michelle, College Coed

        Several  days  following the exciting weekend with Tony, Mark and
   Jack,  Monica  got  a  call  from  the  young  girl she had met in the
   restaurant  when I had taken them all out to eat.  I had overheard her
   saying  something  which  indicated  she  might enjoy being with other
   women  and  when I saw the pretty young girl go into the ladies room I
   told  Monica  to  go  in and see if she could strike up a conversation
   with  her.   She did much more than strike up a conversation with her,
   she  wound  up eating the girl before coming back out to join the rest
   of us.
        The  girl  was  calling  to  see  if  she could come visit Monica
   sometime soon.
        "I  hope  you  don't  mind me calling, Monica.  I've just thought
   about  you  so  much  since  that day in the restaurant and I'd really
   like to see you again" , she said in a slightly trembling voice.
        "No,  I'm  glad  you called, Michelle.  I'd like to see you again
   too.   I  should  tell  you  that  my husband knows what we did in the
   ladies room that day.  In fact he sent me in there to talk to you."
        "Ohhh,  he  did?  He doesn't mind if you do those kinds of things
   with other women?"
        "No,  in  fact  he  often sets up situations for me when I can be
   with  both  women  and  men.  Would you mind him being present when we
   are together and perhaps participating with us?"
        "Ummmmm,  well...I  guess  I'd  be  sort  of embarassed the first
   time,  with  him  being  so  much older than me and all, but I saw him
   with  his  arm around you after we had left the ladies room and he's a
   good looking man.  I guess it would be alright."
        "I'll  have  to  clear it with him before I can allow you to come
   visit,  but  I  don't  think  there will be any problem as long as you
   understand  that  he  decides  for me who I'll be with sexually.  I do
   anything he says sexually."
        "Really?   Anything?  You mean he can tell you to be with someone
   and you'll be with them?", Michelle asked excitedly.
        "Yes,  thats  exactly  how  it works.  He's my MASTER and I'm his
   sex  slave.   I  do anything with anyone he says, male or female.  How
   do you feel about that?"
        "Gee,  well,  it  sounds  kind  of exciting.  I wish my boyfriend
   would  make  me  be  with other men.  He's not really all that excited
   about me being with other women.  Too jealous, I think."
        "Maybe  you'll discover that you'd like for my MASTER to make you
   do things.  He might be willing to train you as a slave."
        "Ooooooh...that  sounds so wicked!  I'm not sure I could do that,
   but  it  is making me wet to think about it.  When can you let me know
   if its ok for me to come visit?"
        "I'll  call  him  right  now and ask and call you back, ok?  When
   can you come if he says its alright?"
        "My  classes  are  over  for  the day now and I can come any time
   today  or  tonight.   I'll  be  free  again  on  Friday night if today
   doesn't suit.  Ohhh, I hope he says its ok!"
        "You  do  understand  that  he  will  at the very least watch us,
   don't you?"
        "Yes,  I  understand,  and that will be ok...who knows after he's
   watched  me  for  a while and seen me naked I may not mind if he joins
   in.   But  I'd  like  it  if he'd go slow with me at first.  I've been
   with women before, but never in a threesome."
        "I'm  sure  he'll be very understanding.  Ok, let me call him now
   and see what he says...call you back in just a few minutes!"
        Monica  called  and told me of her conversation with Michelle.  I
   was  pleased,  of  course, and told her to let Michelle come over that
   night  after supper.  I was thrilled by the excitement I could hear in
   Monica's  voice and by Michelle's interest in learning more about what
   it might be like to have a MASTER.
        Later  on  that day, as we sat at the dinner table trying to eat,
   I  suggested  to  Monica that she wear the same white dress and garter
   belt outfit that she had worn that day in the restaurant.
        "Michelle  wants  you,  so there really isn't a need for seducing
   her,  except  that  we  want her to be very, very turned on.  The more
   exicited  we  can  get her the more responsive she will be to the idea
   of  giving  herself  to  us  more completely.  So I want you to really
   turn  on the charm with her, but to tease her a bit as well.  The idea
   is to get her so hot she'll do anything", I explained.
        "I  could  wear  something  more revealing, like the little satin
   gown, or maybe the cut-off's and a halter top if you liked."
        "No,  you'll  not  have  the dress on long anyway, but her seeing
   you  in  it  will remind her of how you ate her in the ladies room and
   will  have  an  immediate  warming effect on her young pussy.  Just be
   very,  very loose in the way you cross and uncross your legs and touch
   yourself  in  sexy  ways letting her see your hands caressing your own
   body.   You  might  also  talk  to her about our relationship some and
   tell  her  with  delight  some of the things that I make you do.  Just
   making  her sit there in front of us while we talk about very explicit
   sexual things will open her up quickly."
        "You  know,  she  really  has  a delightful pussy....its so young
   looking.   She  has  blonde  hair  there  too, and its very thin.  Its
   almost  bare  once you get down to her pussy lips.  And wait until you
   see her legs!  Ohhh, I wish she would hurry and get here!"
        I  sent  Monica  in  to change clothes and not long after she had
   finished  and  had returned to join me in the living room the doorbell
   rang.   All  three  of  us  chuckled  when  we  saw  what Michelle was
   wearing.   Remembering  the  dress that Monica had been wearing at the
   restaurant,  Michelle  had  worn  one almost identical to it.  If they
   had  been  more  alike  physically they could have passed for twins in
   their white dresses and high heels.
        Monica  introduced  us  and we led Michelle into the living room.
   She  was a striking young lady.  Her hair was shoulder length and worn
   straight  with  bangs.   It  was a natural blonde, and had that lovely
   color  and  sheen  that  so  many men are crazy about.  She was a tall
   girl,  slightly  over  5'8"  tall  and  had  long trim legs which were
   perfectly  proportioned.  Her ass had been the part that I had noticed
   first  at the restaurant and it was indeed a nice one, but as I looked
   at   her  in  the  white  dress  I  found  her  over-all  figure  very
   appealing.   Her  breasts  were  not particularly large, but they were
   also  not too small.  Something between a b and a c cup, but very pert
   and firm.
        I  sat  in the chair across from the couch and watched as the two
   "twins"  sat  on  the couch turned toward each other.  Monica had bent
   her  inside  leg  and was sitting with her ankle under her outside leg
   so  that  they  were wide open.  With the dress unbuttoned most of the
   way  from  the  bottom the tops of her thighs were very exposed, and I
   knew  that if she took her hand from her lap Michelle would be able to
   see  Monica's  pussy.   She had an excellent view of her stocking tops
   and garters as it was.
        Michelle  sat  more  demurely,  but her dress was also unbuttoned
   several  buttons,  and I could almost see the tops of her stockings as
   well.   I'm  sure Monica could see much more.  She reached forward and
   laid her hand on Michelle's knee as she spoke warmly to her.
        "You're  so  adorable,  Michelle...I'm really glad you could come
   over.  My MASTER and I felt it took forever for us to eat supper."
        "Do  you  always  call  him  MASTER?",  Michelle asked her with a
   nervous smile, glancing over at me and then back to Monica.
        "Well,  not  always,  of course...but he is my MASTER, and I like
   to  call  him  that.   You  know  I  haven't always enjoyed women...he
   helped  me  learn  to  like  having  sex  with  women,  and  I'm  very
   grateful."
        "How did he help you learn to like women?"
        "Perhaps  I  should answer that one, Michelle", I said.  "You see
   Monica  discovered  that  she has a very submissive nature in terms of
   her  sexual interests.  She was never able to give herself the freedom
   to  do  and  think  and  be  what she really wanted to, and her former
   husband  was  very conservative sexually and domineering in every area
   of  her  life except the area of sex where he was mostly non-involved.
   Once  she  began  allowing  me  to  decide  what  things  she would do
   sexually,  she  began  to  discover  that  there  were  alot of hidden
   fantasies  which  didn't  really have to always be fantasies any more.
   At  first  those  hidden fantasies were the things we concentrated on;
   sex  with  two men, sex with several men, sex in semi-public settings,
   those  kinds  of  things.  As she began to discover the joy that could
   be  hers  by  submitting  to  me  she was then able to relax enough to
   allow  me  to  encourage  her  to  fantasize about new things as well.
   I've  spent  many,  many  hours talking to her about watching her with
   other  women  and  requiring her to talk to me about what she would do
   with  another  woman  while  she  masturbated  me.  I've made her read
   novels  about  bi-women  and  made her look at pictures of naked women
   while  I ate her, and made her watch movies with women having sex with
   other  women  while  I  fingered  her or ate her.  Its been a learning
   process for her, but one which she has handled really well."
        Michelle  had  listened  intently as I had answered her question,
   only  partially  distracted by Monica's hand which was rubbing her leg
   seductively.
        "Have you had sex with many women, Michelle?", Monica asked.
        "Only  three or four actually, and they have all been in the last
   three  years.   My  first  time  was  with my dad's girlfriend. He's a
   paramedic  and is often on call.  One night when she was over visiting
   he  had to answer an emergency call and we were left there alone.  I'd
   had  a  fight  with  my boyfriend and she was consoling me.  One thing
   led  to  another  and  before I knew it we were kissing.  It was kinda
   strange  making  it  with  my dad's girlfriend, but we handled it well
   until  they  broke  up.   He still doesn't know to this day that there
   was  anything  going on between us.  The other girls have been friends
   I've met since I've been going to college."
        Monica's  hand  had  now  crept up under Michelle's dress and was
   rubbing  the  inside  of her thigh above the top of her stockings.  As
   she  had  spoken  Monica  had continued to lean closer to her and as I
   watched  she  placed  her  free hand behind Michelle's head and kissed
   her  deeply  on  the  mouth.   Michelle  returned the kiss eagerly and
   reached out to caress Monica's breasts through her dress.
        Michelle  let her kisses run along Monica's neck, working her way
   ever  lower.   As she did Monica glanced over at me and I motioned for
   her  to  slid  Michelle's  dress  up  higher.  I wanted to see more of
   those   long  legs.   She  went  one  better.   Moving  her  hands  to
   Michelle's  lap  she began unbuttoning the dress and didn't stop until
   it  was  completely open.  She met no resistance at all from the young
   blonde  and  I  watched  excitedly  as  Monica  spread  the dress open
   allowing  me  to  see  all  of  Michelles  body.   She  slid it off of
   Michelles shoulders letting it fall behind her on the couch.
        Unlike  Monica, who was not wearing any underclothes at all other
   than  the  garter  belt,  Michelle had a lacy white bra and a matching
   pair  of bikini panties which she had knowingly worn on the outside of
   her  garter  belt.   Monica  kissed  her  way  down  to  the  swell of
   Michelle's tits, and  reached behind her to unhook the bra.
        Michelle  was  busy now unbuttoning Monica's dress and had spread
   her  legs  open  wide.   I  could  see  the crotch of her tight little
   panties  and  could  tell  that she was quite wet already.  Before she
   could  finish  unbuttoning  the dress Monica suddenly got up and moved
   over to me, asking me to finish taking the dress off.
        "Master...strip  me  for  Michelle,  please.  I want her to watch
   you  bare  my slut body for her.  Please show her my naked tits and my
   bare slut cunt."
        Rising  and  standing behind Monica I reached around and finished
   unbuttoning  the  dress,  sliding it off of her and letting it drop to
   the  floor.   Monica  had  wisely realized that Michelle would have to
   sit  nearly  naked  and  exposed  in front of both of us as I stripped
   her.   When  the  dress had been removed, I moved my hands to Monica's
   breasts  and  cupped them, offering them to Michelle.  Then letting my
   hands  move  down  to  her  crotch,  I  reached in with both hands and
   pulled  her  cunt lips down and out, showing Michelle Monica's now wet
   fuck  hole.   Michelle  began  to  rub the front of her panties as she
   watched in an almost trance-like state.
        "Ohhhh,  MASTER...it  feels  so  good  for you to touch me there!
   Kissing Michelle has made me so hot!", Monica moaned.
        "What  do  you  want, Monica...tell your MASTER what you want", I
   teased.
        "I  want to eat her pussy, MASTER.  I want to lick it and kiss it
   and suck her juice into my mouth!!...Please...may I eat her now?"
        "Do you want Monica to kiss your pussy, Michelle?", I asked.
        Michelle  at  first  just  nodded  as her hand moved more rapidly
   over  her  pantied  crotch.   When  I said nothing further she finally
   responded quietly, "Yes, I do."
        I  watched  Michelle  swallow  hard  as  she  rubbed  her  crotch
   insistently,  her eyes glued on Monica's nude body which was displayed
   to  her.   I  began  fingering Monica's pussy  and pinching her nipple
   with my other hand.
        "Show  me  your  sweet  pussy, Michelle", Monica whispered across
   the room hotly, as my fingers moved in and out of her.
        Michelle  closed  her  eyes  and her head rolled back slightly at
   the  request  Monica  had  made.   Then opening her eyes once more she
   reached  down  and  slid  the tiny panties off her bottom and down her
   incredibly  sexy legs.  Spreading the legs wide open she took her lips
   in  her  fingers and pulled them apart allowing us both to look at her
   open cunt.
        Monica  moaned  and  hunched  her  hips against my hand.  "Ohhhh,
   MASTER...her  cunt  is so pretty!  I neeeeeed to lick my tongue up and
   down her soft wet lips...Pleeeeease let me kiss her pussy, MASTER."
        "Are  you  sure you want Monica's mouth on your cunt, Michelle?",
   I asked again.
        "Yesss,  I  do!", she replied quickly and firmly this time as she
   rubbed her clit hard now, her pussy openly displayed.
        "Yes, I do what, Michelle?", I teased.
        "Yes, I do want her to kiss my pussy, sir!", she replied.
        "Put two fingers in your hole, Michelle", I demanded.
        "Yesss,  sir",  she replied weakly and slid two fingers deep into
   her pussy.
        "Look  at Michelle fingering her pussy, Monica.  She is very sexy
   when  she  masturbates,  isn't  she?"   I  slid  another  finger  into
   Monica's now dripping pussy as I waited for her response.
        "MASTER!!...Please,  oh  please  let  me eat her!!...she said she
   wanted   me   to..you   heard   her...Please,  let  me  kiss  her  wet
   pussy...look how it glistens with her juices!!", Monica pleaded.
        "Yes,  but Michelle keeps calling me sir, Monica.  I'm not a sir,
   am I?  Is that what I am, Monica...a sir?"
        "Noooo,  you're a MASTER!!  If she calls you MASTER  will you let
   me eat her?...Pleasssse????"
        "Well,  I  can't  be  her  MASTER  though  Monica...you trembling
   little  bi-slut  whore, unless she is a slave-slut, now can I?  Is she
   a  slave-slut, Monica?", I asked lewdly, as I fucked my fingers harder
   in and out of her hot cunt.
        Michelle  was  fingering  her cunt furiously now.  I knew that we
   were  working  her  up  to the desired state and wanted to milk it for
   all it was worth.
        "I think she is, MASTER...."
        "You  THINK  she  is?",  I  interrupted rudely, "you think?  What
   kind  of  answer  is that, Monica?  Why don't you ask her to tell you,
   Monica, and then maybe you will know!"
        "Ohhhhh  Gawd,  Michelle!!!...Pleasssse  tell him you're a slave-
   slut!!..please  do!..I  need  to  taste your cunt juice in my mouth so
   baaaaaad!!!"
        Michelle  swallowed hard once more, her eyes now glazed over with
   passion  as  her fingers flew in and out of her fuck hole.  She opened
   her mouth and then closed it and then opened it again.
        "Yessssss,  Yessssss, yesssssss...I'm a slave-slut...I'm ...I'm a
   slave-slut...I'm  YOUR slave-slut...I'm your bi-slave slut MASTER!!!!!
   Now  can  she  eat  my hot pussy, Pleeeeeeeeease??????"   Michelle was
   beside  herself  with  need now, and it showed all over her body.  Her
   thighs  were  now wet with her juices and her nipples stood out firmly
   on her rising and falling breasts.
        Taking  my  fingers  and  rubbing the juice which covered them on
   Monica's  face  I  whispered  hotly to her, "Now...eat the slave-slut,
   Monica....eat her until she comes all over your face!!"
        Monica  quickly  knelt  between  Michelle's  nylon  clad legs and
   stuck  her tongue straight into the hungry fuck hole which was already
   so  wet  and  hungry for her touch.  As she licked at the young girl's
   pussy  she  reached back between her legs and began fingering her hole
   furiously.
        I  had  grown  incredibly hard during the teasing of my two sluts
   and  the  sight  of Monica's up-raised ass and her busy fingers was an
   open  invitation  to  me.   Quickly sliding out of my clothes, I moved
   behind  her  and  knelt, rubbing the head of my thick fuck meat up and
   down  her  dripping  wet slit.  I stared straight into Michelle's eyes
   as  I  fucked  Monica  doggy-style, and reached forward to pull at her
   rock hard nipples.
        Michelle's  head  began  swinging back and forth, her blonde hair
   flying  as  it  did  so.  Her orgasm hit her strongly and quickly as I
   pinched  her  long  nipples hard and as Monica sucked on her clit with
   fervor.
        "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!Ohhhh!!Gaaawwwwddddd!!!Unggggggggghhh!!!!",   she
   screamed  wildly  as  she  came.  "Yessssss!!!!!Yesssssss!!!!,  Ohhhhh
   Yesssssssss!!!!"
        The  animalistic   passion  exhibited  by  the young blonde drove
   Monica  and  I  both  over  the edge and our own grunts and moans soon
   joined Michelle's in a climactic chorus.
        Finally  we  were  all spent and Monica fell onto Michelle's body
   holding  her  tightly  in  her  arms.  I sat beside them on the couch,
   stroking their hair alternately with my hand and smiling at them.
        "You did well, Michelle", I said quietly.
        "I've  never,  ever, experienced anything like that before!", she
   said  earnestly.  "I didn't know I was capable of feeling such extreme
   passion!   The  way you made me beg for her to eat me!!...Ohhhhhh, you
   are a MASTER!!! Thank you both so very much!"
        Monica  looked  up  at  her and smiled, dropping her head back to
   her  belly  and  kissing her flat stomach tenderly as she continued to
   lay with her head in her lap.
        "Michelle,  you  needn't  thank us...it was our pleasure to share
   our  passion  with  you.   I  know  we  both  hope  that you'll let us
   continue to help you discover more and more about what excites you."
        All  three  of us slept especially well that night.  Monica and I
   both  knew  that  we had a new friend who would be our friend for many
   days  to  come.   Michelle knew that she had opened herself up to more
   passion  and excitement than she ever expected existed before and that
   she now was indeed a slave-slut who both needed and  had a MASTER.