Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade20.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= Monica Goes To The Movies
Before we met, Monica wasn't interested in going to movies very
often. After all, she'd spent most of her life in Manhattan, and
with all the other entertainment there who needs the movies?
I, on the other hand, had lived in a small town all my life, and
the movies WERE our entertainment. We didn't have much in the way of
restaurants in my little town when I was growing up and usually when
we had a date we took her to the drive-in movie theater. Some guys
claimed they never saw the movie when they took a date there, seems
like I always did. Must have been the girls I dated or something.
Surely it wasn't me...right?
Anyway, by the time Monica and I met I had discovered that lots
of sexy things often happened in movie theaters. By the time we'd
been married a year Monica had discovered that too.
One of my rules is that when we go to a movie, no matter where
it is or who we go with, Monica is to wear a dress or skirt. No if's
and's or but's about it. Thats mainly because of another rule that I
have concerning our trips to the movies: When we are at a movie I AM
going to finger-fuck her. No if's, etc. about that either. She can
burn the cornbread, over-cook the roast, even let us run out of
toilet paper...but no way is she going to refuse me fingering her
little fuck hole at a movie.
So, when I informed her that we were going out to a movie last
Thursday night I didn't have to tell her what to wear or what was
going to happen while we were there. Didn't have to ask her if she
wanted to go either; she loves movies now.
She wore one of my favorite dresses that night. Its perfect for
going to the movies and she knows it. Its a light blue summer-weight
dress that is cut square across the top and loose enough that its
easy for me to slide my hand down inside the top to play with her
nipples. Its a long dress which comes well below her knees when she
stands, but its cut full enough that if I choose to I can get my
whole arm up under it and noone is the wiser. On the other hand the
color is just right because it shows up well in the dark of the
theater, and if I choose to slide it up its quite obvious that it is
up higher than it might normally be. It even seems to gather the
available light and reflect it on her thighs in those situations.
She was ready to go when I got home that afternoon and it wasnt'
until she had assumed her position in the front seat that I was aware
she had worn the pale blue garter belt that I'd bought her as one of
her specialty lingerie items. We even called it one of her "finger-
fucking garter belts", because we found it so nice for wearing at
such times. She has lots of garter belts and nearly all of them fall
into some kind of category like the pale blue one. Some of them are
"ass-fucking garter belts", some are "pussy-eating garter belts" and
some are "cock-sucking garter belts". Categorizing them like that
simply makes it easier for her to know how to dress appropriately if
she knows what kind of adventure we are about to have.
I noticed that she also wore the pale blue panties which match
the garter belt and a pair of white stockings. She looked lovely,
and as I laid my hand on her thigh and enjoyed the feel of the strap
of her garter and her bare skin under my hand I could feel the warmth
of her pussy radiating from behind the blue silk.
"How did you know I was in the mood for a movie?", she asked,
smiling at me.
"I'm your MASTER, dear...I'm supposed to know these things", I
replied with a broad grin. "Besides, you horny little tramp, you're
always in the mood to be finger-fucked. I learned that a long time
ago!"
Chuckling softly, Monica leaned over and kissed me sweetly on
the cheek. I had spoken the truth, and we both knew it. I was
particularly glad that it was the truth, perhaps even more than she
was. I love finger-fucking a nice juicy pussy and there isn't a
juicier pussy anywhere than Monica's.
There were very few people in the theater when we arrived and I
picked a row about midway from the front, leading Monica to about the
center of the row. We spent the few moments before the film began
talking about the events of the day and the time passed quickly as we
waited for the theater to grow dark and the movie to start. When it
did I immediately began caressing Monica's legs through the soft
fabric of the dress. I love to take my time when I finger her in the
theater. I like to start by feeling her garters through the dress
and then working it up slowly as I continue to touch her more
firmly. After a bit I then usually work my hand up under the dress
and ever so slowly move it up her leg to her cunt. Its always
dripping wet by the time I get there, and I'm always rock hard.
The movie had been on for about half an hour and I had just
begun to rub the front of her tiny little panties under her dress
when we were vaguely aware of a couple of other people joining us on
the row. They were sitting one seat away from Monica, but the
theater was pretty dark and we didn't pay much attention to them.
Monica knows that it doesn't matter who sits beside her when we're at
the movie, I'm not going to stop fingering her unless its some kid or
something, in which case we get up and move.
The crotch of her panties was soaking wet now and the silk
fabric covering her pussy stuck to her pouty little cunt lips as I
ran my finger up and down their length. When my fingers reached the
top I would linger long enough to rub her hardening clit for a while
before moving back down into her slit once more. My fingers were
getting coated with her juices and I began to rub them sideways
across her now spread opened crotch letting them deposit the fuck on
her naked thighs as my hand moved onto her leg. I knew it excited
her to feel her juices being wiped on her thighs as my hand moved
back and forth, spreading her lips to the side as it crossed her
crotch.
Neither of us had any idea what was going on in the movie, but
that was fine with us. Monica had laid her head on my shoulder now
and was slumping down in the seat beginning to breathe harder as
passion began to overtake her.
"Slide your dress up above the tops of your stockings, Monica",
I whispered to her. "I want to see your garters."
She obediently slid the blue fabric upward until I could see the
garters on both legs and a couple of inches of her thighs beyond the
tops of her stockings. Her legs were now spread open wide, her knees
at least 18 inches apart.
I began to press my middle finger insistently at the center of
her fuck hole, feeling it opening to take my finger and her panties
inward as I pressed hard against her. When I had my entire middle
finger inside and a good portion of the crotch of her panties, I
began to press the finger hard to the bottom of her slit and then
sliding it back to the top, press it hard there, rubbing my palm
against her clit. I felt her hips begin to move slightly backward
and forward in a fucking motion.
The dress was picking up the light from the film nicely and even
though the room was dark I could easily see my wrist as it stuck out
from under her dress as well as her thighs and her white stockings.
By now we were both aware that we were not the only ones who could
see those things. The man who had sat in our row was now looking
over at Monica and staring blatantly at her legs.
"He's watching, you know", Monica whispered quietly.
"Yes, I know he is. Slide the dress up to your waist now.", I
said.
"Are you sure?", she asked.
"Yes, quite sure...do it!", I replied.
I felt her body tremble as she moved her hands to her dress and
began to slide it upward. She didn't stop until it was bunched
around her waist and her panties and garter belt were fully exposed.
I tilted her head back with my free hand and kissed her hard on
the lips. It was a long and passionate kiss and when it was over I
looked deeply into her eyes and said, "I love you. I love you for
who you are and for what you are to me. I love you for pulling your
dress up to your waist so the stranger can watch me finger-fuck your
little slut-cunt."
I laid her head back on my shoulder and returned my attention
fully to her pussy. Sliding my finger back out of her hole I slid it
under the edge of her wet panties and felt the naked lips of her hot
cunt. I moved the tip of my middle finger to her clit and began to
rub it gently. Monica moaned hotly. Her chest was rising up and
down now with her labored breathing as I slid another finger under
her panties and began to work both of the fingers into her hole.
She was dripping wet and the two fingers entered her easily,
sliding in deeply. I pressed them hard to the bottom and then
pressing against the right side of her pussy, slid them back to the
top and pulled them hard to the top. I stretched her fuck hole open
wider, making it feel empty and needing more to fill it. Now my
fingers pressed hard against the left side and moved back to the
bottom once more, opening and stretching as they went. Her hips were
moving constantly now.
"Slide the panties down almost to your knees now, Monica", I
coaxed.
"But MASTER...the man will see me...", she said hesitantly.
"Do you want more fingers in your fuck hole, Monica?...do you
want more finger-fucking?....do you?", I asked, impatiently.
"Ohhhhh, Yesss...MASTER...you know I do, but the man..."
"Do it Monica!!", I hissed.
With an audible sigh Monica moved her hands to her hips and slid
the dripping wet panties downward nearly to her knees before
stopping. They were stretched lewdly by her wide-opened knees and
the juice filled crotch shone luminescently in the darkened room.
I had just added a third finger to her hole and she had just
laid her head back on my shoulder when the man next to her got up and
moved to the seat directly beside her, openly staring at her bare
pussy with the fingers fucking in and out of it.
Monica looked up at me in alarm but I merely smiled and
continued to finger her. "Ask the man to put his hand on your leg,
Monica", I said.
"MASTER!!", she exclaimed in a whisper.
Putting my mouth close to her ear I whispered to her, "Monica, I
can make you get on your knees on the dirty floor and suck the man
off if I wish. I suggest you do as I say and do it quickly."
She looked up at me for a long time as if sizing me up in an
effort to see just how serious I was about all of this. Then slowly
she turned her head and leaned over in the other man's direction.
Her voice was timid but loud enough that I could hear it.
"Please put your hand on my leg.", she said quietly.
I looked across at the man who was now staring in her eyes.
Slowly he moved his left hand to her leg just above her lowered
panties and began caressing it. Monica lay her head on the back of
the chair and closed her eyes, her passion mounting even more quickly
now. She slid lower in the seat now, her left knee pressing hard
against my leg, her right knee pressing hard against the leg of the
other man.
His hand molded her flesh through the white stockings as it
moved higher and higher. My three fingers were sliding in and out of
her soft pussy now and her hips were humping back at them hotly. The
man continued to slide his hand higher until it was above the top of
her stockings on her bare thigh. Monica moaned softly and looked at
me with lust filled eyes. I leaned over once more and whispered to
her. "Ask the man to put his fingers inside your pussy too, Monica",
I said. "Tell him you need it."
This time Monica merely licked her lips and stared straight
ahead for a moment before complying with my wish. "Mister, please
put your fingers in my pussy with my husbands fingers. Please do
it. I need it so baaaad!", she moaned in his ear.
She continued to stare in his eyes as his hand slid further up
her leg and as his fingers began to spread her lips open trying to
gain access. I pressed my three fingers hard to the bottom of her
cunt allowing him room to insert two of his in above mine. When they
slid into her Monica's head rolled back over toward me and she moaned
hotly and began hunching her hips harder than before.
We fingered her like this for a long time, watching her passion
grow and hearing her breathing grow more and more labored.
"Put your hand in his lap and find his cock, Monica. Find it
and rub it. Rub it and ask him to open his pants for you so that you
can stroke his naked fuck meat."
I watched hotly as she moved her hand over to his lap and began
to rub her hand up and down his rock hard dick. She leaned over
toward him slightly and hotly spoke to him. "Give me your dick. Get
it out for me so I can stroke it for you. Let me feel your cock in
my hand. Let me jerk you off. Please, Mister!", she implored.
His free hand worked the zipper of his pants and he struggled to
pull out the big dick for the trembling slut who wanted it so badly.
Once he had freed it, Monica grasped it hungrily and began to slide
her hand up and down its shaft expertly.
I worked my own zipper down, removed my dick from my pants and
took her left hand and placed it on my cock. Her hands moved busily,
stroking the two thick hunks of fuck meat while our fingers pumped in
and out of her running wet slut-cunt. Her head was still laid back
on the back of the chair and was swinging from side to side now as
she was lost in a sea of passion.
The man next to her leaned over and kissed her neck as he
fingered her and I heard him whisper to her, "I have a friend with
me."
Confused by his statement, she mumbled her question back to
him. "What?...what do you mean you have a friend?"
"I have a friend who would like to fuck you...we both want to
fuck you...his cock is hard too, but you aren't jerking him off."
"I know...but...", turning her head to me and still fucking her
hips wildly at our intruding fingers, Monica looked at me with wide
eyes. "...MASTER...he says he has a friend..."
"Yes, I heard him Monica", I said interrupting her. "He and his
friend both want to fuck you...isn't that what he said?"
"Unnnnggggh!", she moaned now, her orgasm approaching quickly.
"Unnnnyyyessss, he said that!".
"I want you to fuck them, Monica. I want you to take their cum
into your body. But first I want to dump my cum in your mouth. Bend
over Monica and take my dick in your mouth...I have hot sperm for
you."
She bent over obediently and covered the head of my cock with
her mouth. It was awkward for her and she had to remove her hand
from the other man's cock to do it. He pulled her leg over his own
leg and began rubbing his cock against the stocking that covered it
while she sucked on my dick.
My hot cum shot out into her mouth and she gulped it down
hungrily, sucking and pumping with her tongue and lips. When I had
shot it all into her I lifted her head back up and she leaned back
against the chair back once more. The man took her hand back and
placed it back on his dick. Our fingers continued to work on her hot
pussy as she resumed the stroking of the strangers fuck meat.
I leaned over to whisper to her once more. "Tell the man that
you want to fuck him and his friend. Tell the man you're a slut and
you need to be fucked. Tell him you will fuck them in the men's room
and that you are ready to do it now."
She leaned over toward the man whose cock she was jerking and
without hesitation spoke to him hotly. "I'm a slut. I need to be
fucked so bad! I want to fuck you and your friend right now. I need
your dicks now!!! I want you and your friend to take me to the men's
room and dick me. Make me come, Gawwwwwd, I need it so
bad...Pleassse fuck me now!!", she moaned.
The man put her hand back in her lap and taking his fingers out
of her pussy zipped up his pants. "Pull your panties up little slut
and follow us. We'll fuck you. We'll fuck you like the dirty little
slut that you are. Come on, get what you need", he said.
Sliding her panties back up her pretty legs, Monica turned to me
and asked, "Will you be coming too, MASTER?"
"No, Monica, I'll wait for you here. Go with the men and let
them fill your holes with hot fuck meat. Let them pump their cocks
in and out of your body and fill you with their cum. When you get
back my cock will be hard again."
She kissed me hard on the mouth and rose, following the two men
as they walked toward the lobby.
Later on that night as we lay in our bed holding each other she
spoke to me softly. "Thank you for setting that all up for me
MASTER."
"How did you know?", I asked.
"Silly...I recognized those two men as being the same ones that
I "picked up" in the bar that night. You're so precious."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Monica. I thought maybe we could fool
you...its been quite a while since the time at the bar."
"Well, don't be disappointed...they didn't fool me, but the
three black guys who had me when they were through did."
"What!!!", I exclaimed.
"Gotcha!!", she said, smiling.
Note to the reader: I'm gonna get her for that!
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