Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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Marsha was sitting in a red leather wing chair in the center of the lobby, just as we had agreed. Her legs were crossed and I was hooked, immediately.

I stood at the door of the bar and looked at her, knowing that she wouldn't recognize me. She was swinging her foot back and forth, her red high heel dangling from her toes, and her stockinged legs were wonderfully shaped. I could hardly take my eyes off them.

Marsha was reading a magazine. She was very relaxed, believing that it would be some time before I arrived. Her hair was just over shoulder length, a dark blonde that was much prettier than dark blonde usually sounds in print. The breasts she had tried to play down in describing herself to me stood high and firm behind the fabric of her dress, and I knew there would be much to enjoy about them. She was lovely...just absolutely lovely.

I stepped back into the bar and used their phone to dial his room.

Carl had been a friend for some time, and I had promised him a blonde. He liked white women of all sorts, of course, but he had a bit of a preference for blondes with great legs. He was sure going to love Marsha.

"She's here, Bro. Red dress, red wingback, in the center of the lobby. Come on down and see what you think."

"Whew...you sure this girl is gonna take to this?" He sounded just a bit nervous.

"Hey, man, didn't I tell you she likes dark meat? You're not gonna chicken out on me are you?"

"No way...I just want to make sure it's okay. You are going to ask her first, right?"

"Of course. You'll have to give us some time alone first, you know. But

I'd say she'll be ready by five. As long as YOU are, that is."

"Is she really a looker?"

"She is that, my friend. Now you just remember who's running the show, okay? Give me any trouble and you'll wish your black ass had never been born. You know that, right?"

"Relax,

Wade. I know you, and you don't have to worry. I don't want to cause trouble...I just want some of that white girl pussy."

"Trust me...she wants that black dick too. Okay...I'll call you when it's time. You gonna come down and have a look?"

"I can't resist. See you in a few."

I hung up the phone and walked back to the door of the bar.

Before long I saw Carl get off the elevator and walk through the lobby.

He saw her right away, and I could tell he was thrilled by what he saw. Marsha looked up and then did a double-take as he walked by. A good sign. I stepped back into the bar out of sight, just in case she followed him with her eyes.

"Damn...you weren't kidding!", he said, as he walked through the bar doors. "She is a doll! What legs!"

I smiled at my friend. "I told you. Now, remember,

Carl...you may be a bit big for her, so go slow at first, okay? I don't want you hurting my girl."

"No problem, man. You work on her good and I'll go slow and she'll get everything she wants, just the way she wants it." "Okay. You have yourself a good time thinking about what you're about to get. I'll call your room when its time."

I left the bar and walked over to Marsha. As soon as she saw me approaching she realized that it must be me. We greeted each other warmly, and it seemed very natural to both of us to be together, finally, after all this time. "Ready?", I asked, smiling at her. "You have to ask?", she replied, taking my arm.

The suite was large and well-lit by the big windows whichlooked out over the skyline. The double entrance doors led to a large living area which included a big screen tv, a large and very comfortable looking semi-circular couch, and a grand piano. The bedroom was off to the right and included a king size bed, a hot tub and two private baths.

I could tell that Marsha was pleased with the suite, but that was hardly what either of us had on our mind at the moment. I led her over to the couch and we sat down, immediately falling into each other's arms. Her kiss was passionate, and her desire real, and her body melted against mine as I gathered her to me, our tongues dancing that age-old dance of passion. My hands explored her body, working the hem of her dress up her legs. It pleased me that she lifted her hips to allow me to slide it to her waist, and it pleased me to feel the damp warmth trapped by the tiny white panties as I ran my fingers along her panty covered slit. She slid lower on the couch, her legs opening wider, her kisses growing even more passionate.

"I want you so much, Master! You can have anything. Anything at all!"

I took her there on the couch, her dress bunched around her waist, the top pulled down, the bottom shoved up, my pants merely unzipped to allow me to take my throbbing cock out. There would be time for more relaxed love-making between us, but the animal lust that had been building inside us over the past months cried for release, and found it in our coupling.

With her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist, Marsha thrust herself up at me, her face frozen with desire and lust, her chest heaving, her nipples rock hard. I had sworn that I would ride her through more than one orgasm, but I couldn't live up to my vow, and

I felt the orgasm burning within with such force that I couldn't possibly hold it back. I drove my cock into her over and over, grunting without shame as the hot cum spurted from me into her warm cavern.

Her own orgasm followed mine almost immediately, and I felt her vaginal lips clamping down on my jerking cock as the passion ran through her.

"Yes, little piece, fuck your Master! Fuck me, Marsha.

Fuck

Master hard, like the precious little blonde slut that you are!

Yes, Marsha...like that! So good! So good, my precious girl!

Yes!!!"

I undressed her when it was over and lay her on the cool white sheets.

We held each other there in the bed, two spent lovers, knowing that all we had dreamed of would now be ours. She slid her body down the bed and took my soft cock in her mouth, suckling it back to life. At first I thought she was readying me for another voyage into her soft inner folds, but then it became obvious that she only wanted to taste me.

I turned around so that I was facing her still wet pussy, pushing her legs apart so that my view was unobstructed. I rubbed her clit gently with my finger, watching her hips move as her head continued to bob up and down, my cock sliding back and forth between her wet and wonderfully talented lips. I spoke to her as

I toyed with her, reminding her of all I knew about her, of her desires and hungers, and of my promises to fulfil her every fantasy.

"You will have it all, my precious slavegirl. You will have

Master's cock and cum, you will have his mouth on you, his fingers inside you. You will please him in so many ways, and you will know his strength and his passion. You will have everything you've ever fantasized about. Everything, Marsha. Even the black cocks."

Marsha slid my cock out of her mouth and stroked me with her hand.

"I want it all, Master. I thought I did, but now I KNOW I do.

I want everything you will give your girl. I want to do everything you want me to do. And YES, Master. I want the black cocks. I want black cock really badly, Master!" Her mouth covered me again, and her sucking confirmed the truth of her words.

"You'll fuck anyone I say, little piece?"

"Yes, Master. If it will please you, I'll fuck anyone."

"Even today, Marsha? Right now?"

"Anything,

Master. Anything you want."

I reached for the phone and dialed Carl's room. Marsha continued sucking me, oblivious to my movements. It was only when

I spoke into the phone that she slid me from her mouth and looked at me with wide-open eyes.

Continued in Chapter 2