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. –