Warming Pauline

Warming Pauline


I had taken the adjoining room to Charlie and Pauline's room for
convenience sake and after leaving the restaurant I got settled down
there and waited for Charlie to prepare Pauline for our use. To
prepare her he had her strip naked and then tied her to the bed on her
back. A solid black blindfold was affixed and nipple clamps were
tightened up at the tips of her huge tits. He put four labia clips on
her cunt lips, inserted a ball gag in her mouth and fingered her for a
while til her juice was beginning to leak out of her hole. He then
took a few photographs of the spread-eagled slut which he told her he
was going to give to the waiter who waited on them next in the
The sound of the clicking camera shutter was my cue to go to the
door of their room and knock. I was greeted at the door by Charlie,
camera in hand and a big smile on his face.
"Well, hello there! Pauline!", he called out to her, "its Master
Wade!! Come in, Master Wade, come in! My little slave slut is bound
and spread for your total examination. Make yourself at home."
Realizing that Pauline would recognize my voice from the
encounter in the restuarant, I affected a slightly different accent.
Her blindfold would prevent her from visually recognizing me as the
Master Charles and I walked toward the bed as we talked. "Thank
you, Master Charles. I've been looking forward to this opportunity to

see your slave slut's cunt." I knelt between Pauline's open legs and
began flicking at her already hard clit with my middle finger in a
carom shooting type motion. She jumped with each pop of my finger
against her clit and moaned deeply with heated passion into the
leather gag.
"Look at her little clittie jump when I flick it, Master
Charles! Perhaps she would like for me to flick the labia clips as
"Yes, she would like that, Master Wade", Charles replied. "Look
how wet she is already. But before you flick them, let me open her a
little wider for you. Look deep inside at how pink and wet her little
fuck hole is!" Master Charles took a labia clip in each hand and
pulled her cunt lips to the sides, lewdly opening her juicy pink fuck
hole to my hungry gaze. I wiped my fingers against the full length of
her hole, first the fronts of my fingers and then the backs, coating
my digits with hot wet slut juice. Balling my hand into a fist I
pressed all my knuckles against her spread-opened hole, not really
trying to enter her, but merely testing her fuck muscles against the
huge intruding shape of my big fist.
"I think your little fuck is a fist fucking piece, Charles. You
really have wonderful taste in cunts. My congratulations."
I wiped the fingers of my other hand against her warm pink inner
lips as Charles replied. "Yes, she loves having big things shoved

inside her. She'll take your fist if you like or any thing else we
decide to stick into her. Just enjoy....thats what her little hole is
I reached inside and tried to grasp the inner lips of her cunt
with my fingers, but the hot fuck juice that coated them was so
copious that it made gripping them difficult. Removing two of the
labia clips that were pinching her outer lips I re-attached them to
the inner ones and pulled them open further as Master Charles held her
outer lips apart for me. There was a nice neat round hole now visible
to us which ran back into her whore body like a cavern into the side
of a mountain.
Pauline was panting now, deeply involved in our conversation
concerning her most private part and very much aware of the total
examination we were making of it.
"Its a very adequate hole, Master Charles. Good for pressing
against mouths and kneecaps and toes and door knobs and most anything
else. It appears to me to be a hole that we can enjoy stretching and
pulling at with abandon and into which we can dump large and frequent
loads of cum. You do allow the squirting of large quantities of male
fuck juice into and on your slut, do you not?"
"Of course, Master Wade. Pauline is a clench-assed twat, made
for fucking and practically insatiable. Perhaps by the time we
conclude her training she will be totally insatiable and good for

nothing but using over and over again. I certainly hope so."
"Well, its obvious that she doesn't have far to go now to reach
that zenith", I replied. "After seeing her cunt, I think I may have
to extend my visit to this fair city and use her a bit more than I had
originally planned, if its ok with you. I can see now that her middle
hole will be able to take at least twice the attention which I had
originally planned for it, and from my casual examination of the rest
of her body I would say that probably holds true for it was well."
"I think that would be very nice, Master Wade. You're quite
right, the rest of her body can use lots of attention as well, even
though she still is a bit sore from the usage to which I put her last
week. How do you like her tits?"
"They are truly awesome, Charles. Are they plastic, or is she
one of those early developing little sluts who made cocks rock hard
even when she was ten years old?"
"They are one hundred percent authentic, Master Wade. As to her
early sexual exploits, I think perhaps you should ask her to tell you
about that sometime when you have an audience to hear the juicy
details. It is very humiliating to her to have to talk about her
early usage, and it will make the juice literally stream out of her
cunt and run down her thighs...a most pleasing sight and one
guaranteed to make cocks hard and bi-slut mouths water."
"That's an excellent suggestion, Master Charles, and one which I

will be sure to remember. You know...the more I look at her tits and
ass and fuck hole the more I feel that somehow they should be strapped
and whipped on occasions. You do make her slut flesh jump with the
sting of leather from time to time, don't you?" I leaned forward,
holding the clips on her inner lips apart as widely as possible and
began licking at the inside of her cunt with my tongue. Her juice was
tasty, aromatic and sweet and of a consistency which made it slow to
"Oh yes, Pauline is quite accustomed to discipline and punishment
and in fact needs it more often than you might imagine. She has
acquired a very pleasing tollerance for pain, not so much that one has
to be especially careful, but just enough that one can employ a full
range of disciplinary tools with comfortable enthusiasm."
"That is really wonderful...on so many occasions one encounters
slaves who are at either extreme...they are either so sensitive that
to whip them becomes boring, or they are so immune to the sting of the
whip that one finds oneself laboring excessively for very little
result. Few things are more pleasing than a trembling little fuck
hole slut whose quivers and moans rise equally to the sound of the
leather on her wet skin. Speaking of wet skin...does she always get
this wet?" The question was a well timed one...Pauline's cunt was
leaking juice to an extent that it was now puddling up on the bed
under her ass.

"Actually, only on very rare occasions does it get quite this
wet. But I will say that there has only been one time when anyone I
allowed to fuck her had to fuck her dry, and that was under extremely
unusual circumstances. It did turn out to be a highly erotic
experience for her, as the intruding dick was perhaps the largest one
which I've even seen plunge into her hole. The veins along the sides
were like ropes and with nearly no lubrication I was forced to hold my
hand over her mouth to cover the sound of her screams. The stud who
fucked her came three times inside her without ever having to remove
his monster cock from her hole. Her dry lips and his huge size, even
when soft, made it possible for her to squeeze him hard over and
over. She came at least five times in the hour he pumped that fore-
arm sized fuck meat into her. Its just too bad that he died soon
after that in a freak automobile accident."
"Yes, that is most unfortunate. Perhaps we will find a way to
duplicate that feat sometime in the future, however. I would enjoy
very much watching Pauline get fucked just like that someday. But in
the meantime, hold her open and lets use some fingers on the dirty
little tramp. I love finger fucking pretty little whores!"
Master Charles pulled her labia open as I began inserting fingers
from both hands into her dripping wet cunt. Knowing that her fuck
hole was mine to do with as I chose and aided by the ropes holding her
hands and legs in their tied position I began sliding fingers into her

however it pleased me, stretching her open and adding more and more
fingers as her hips rose and fell with passion. It was no challenge
by now to get five fingers inside, three from the left hand on top and
two more from the right hand on the bottom. I conciously rubbed my
palm against her clit as I fingered her, unconcerned about the
frequency of her orgasms. The sixth finger required some force, the
seventh and eighth ones entered only after much pushing and twisting
of the ones already inside. When I finally got them into her they
were clasped much as if I were praying, the thumbs together at the
top, rubbing her clit as the hands fucked her.
It was obvious the little slave slut loved to be finger fucked,
and we talked to her about her enthusiasm for it as we pulled and
prodded at her opened and stretched hole. She begged to have the
clips and clamps pulled as we fingered her and as the orgasms swept
over her quivering and jerking body.
Taking my hands from inside her and leaving her gaping hole
uncomfortably empty I suggested to Master Charles that he pull at the
clamps attached to the huge mounds of flesh on her chest as I inserted
the balled up fingers of my right hand into her. He pulled at them
roughly, stretching her tits outward from her body, causing her to
moan deeply with sincere appreciation.
My large fist popped as it entered her and I slid it deeper and
deeper into her cunt, feeling the juicy wet walls stretched wide open

by the fist fucking she needed now so desperately. The orgasms were
now coming one on top of the other and it was increasingly difficult
to tell where one began and another one ended. How long they
continued and how many she experienced neither of us was able to say
when we finally stopped using her. The only thing we knew for sure
was that she still wanted more, and that it was nearly five o'clock in
the afternoon. All that and a man dick had still not touched her
sweet naked slave flesh. There was much more to come.