MRWADE .STY BY MASTER WADE

Lusty Leggy Leah

When I saw her the first time she was sitting beside Angela on
the couch at a party Monica and I had been invited to. She was
dressed in a silvery colored long dress that was slit up one side
nearly to her waist. As she sat talking to Angela her legs were
crossed and the slit revealed most of her left leg. Monica had
pointed her out to me.

"Leg slut alert, Master", she said, smiling and nodding in Leah's
direction.

I ran my appreciative eyes over the long legs being exposed so
freely and then up to the pretty face with laughing eyes and the
dark, dark long hair cascading over the full breasts which
protruded like ripe fruit under the silky material of the dress.

"Yes", I replied to Monica, "yes indeed!"

We moved around the room talking to those at the party with whom
we were already acquainted for quite some time. Monica went to
get a fresh drink for me and when she returned she told me she
had met Leah and wanted to introduce me to her. I expected to
find Leah still on the couch where we had first seen her, but
Monica led me instead into a sitting room off to the left of the
living room where we found Leah standing alone, waiting for us to
arive.

Monica closed the door behind us and after exchanging
pleasantries we sat on the couch in front of a glass topped
coffee table between us and Leah. Leah stood with with one hand
on her hip and her ass stuck out to the other side and smiled at
us warmly as she spoke.

"Monica tells me that you are her Master", she said with
interest. "She also says that you both find me very attractive,
and I'm quite flattered."

"You are very attractive, Leah, we both appreciate pretty women,
especially women with long shapely legs", I replied.

Leah smiled and stepped gingerly up onto the coffee table in
front of us and began raising her skirt slowly as we watched with
interest. When she had slid the silky material all the way to her
waist, revealing not only both of her long lithe legs, but her
most private part as well, she smiled broader and said sexily,
"How do you like this?"

Monica reached over to me and took my left hand and slid it under
her short skirt, pressing it against her damp pubis, beginning to
breathe hard as she stared at the naked beauty in front of us.

"Open it, Leah. Take your hands and spread your lips for us that
we might see deep into your womanhood", I instructed calmly.

Leah swallowed hard, obviously very excited by the act of
exposing herself to both of us and by the instructions I had
given her. She reached between her legs with both her hands, and
holding the dress up with her arms pressed tight against her
waist, she pulled at her labia with trembling fingers, pulling
them outward so that we might see the pink wetness of her already
spasming vagina. The lips were moist with vaginal fluids and the
longer she held herself open for us the larger the dark circle of
her hole seemed to grow.

"The clit, Leah, lift it with your finger and let it poke itself
out toward us. Show Monica and her Master your clit", I said.

Monica was pressing my hand hard against her now soaked pussy as
Leah placed her finger under her tender clit and lifted it,
encouraging it to snake out from under its hood and exciting it
even further as she pushed her finger against it. I began sliding
fingers into Monica's cunt as Leah stood there elevated in front
of us displaying her innermost charms so lewdly. Monica moaned
and fucked her hips toward my hand.

"Do you like Leah's vagina, Monica?", I asked.

"Ohhh yes, Master...I like it very much, Master!", she said
hotly.

"Her swollen lips and extended clit make you hot, don't they my
precious little slave?"

"Very hot Master, very, very hot!", she replied.

"Would you like to have my slave slut's pretty mouth pressed
against your wet sex, Leah?", I asked, smiling.

Leah's hips jerked forward involuntarily as I asked Monica the
questions and a rivulet of juice began running down the inside of
her left thigh.

"Oh, I would love it if she would kiss me there!", she said, her
hips moving even more regularly now as she stared at Monica and
the way she was fucking my fingers.

Turning to Monica I took my fingers from her hole and rubbed them
on her face as I spoke to her. "Love Leah for your Master,
Monica. Kiss her swollen and tender lips with your ripe mouth.
Slide your submissive tongue into her sex deeply and suck her
hardening clit into your mouth until she moans and screams with
delight. She has displayed her nakedness to your Master with
great skill and deserves to be rewarded for her efforts. Your
bi-sexual sluttishness will be her pay."

Rising from the couch I walked out of the room without looking
back, leaving the two very hot women to enjoy each other there in
the room only feet away from a whole room full of other men and
women.

Several days after the party I recieved the following letter from
Leah.


Dear Master Wade,

I want to thank you for giving Monica to me at the party the
other night. Frankly no one here knows that I am bi-sexual yet,
as I only moved here a little over a month ago and am rather slow
at making new friends. It amazes me that you were able to tell
that so easily and that you were able to do what you did to me
simply through the words that you used.

Monica was wonderful in every way. She ate me as if her very life
depended on it, not as if it were an obligation she had to
perform, but as if she needed it and enjoyed it every bit as much
as I did. After it was over and I asked her if I could see her
again, she suggested that I write you this letter and tell you
something about my background.

I was struck by the term that Monica used when she said that you
loved "leg sluts". I have thought of myself as just that for
years and wasn't aware that anyone else but me ever thought in
those terms. I've always known that I had especially attractive
legs. I've just always had them. Even when I was young, as young
as ten years old, people would comment on how pretty my legs
were.

I suppose some of that had to do with my mother and her legs, for
she was a very beautiful woman with lovely legs as well. My dad
often commented that I was going to have legs just like my mom's
and did so in front of lots of people. Both of my parents enjoyed
having me wear things which would show off my legs, and
encouraged me to always be aware of my blessings and use them to
my advantage. In all of my twenty-five years I don't think I've
ever had on a dress that didn't show them off in some way, and to
this day have only owned three pairs of pants of anykind. Two
pair of them were jeans which fit very tightly and still showed
off the curves of my thighs.

When I started dating, as luck or fate would have it, my first
dates were with a boy named Mike who was crazy about my legs. Men
have always liked them, but Mike was especially excited by them
and to please him I got to the point that whenever we were
together in a car I would pull my dress up nearly to my panties
so that he could see them. He was a very popular guy and I was
really flattered that he wanted to date me. I never made love to
Mike but would often pull his penis for him as he touched my legs
so that he could have some relief.

The second guy that I dated was also my first lover. He was Dan,
a tall handsome boy who was the best athlete in the school. I was
a cheerleader and Dan and I often sat next to each other on the
bus to and from basketball and football games. The little
cheerleader's skirts that we wore exposed most of my legs and Dan
always had to be touching them. Sometimes he would kneel in the
dark in the bus and kiss them all the way back home.

I dated a couple of other guys in high school, and while they
were both appreciative of my legs they seemed to be more
interested in my tits and in getting their hard dicks into me. I
was in my freshman year in college before I once again dated
someone who seemed obsessed with my legs.

His name was Jerry, and Jerry was perhaps the best lover I had
all through school. A senior and several years older than me,
Jerry had obviously made love to many women. I could understand
why after my first time with him. He was very large and even
though he came quite easily seemed to get hard almost immediately
all over again. My legs were so exciting to him that he would
often take his penis out of me and rub it against my thigh for
just a moment or two after coming and then plunge it back inside
me and start doing me all over again.

I had experienced guys wanting to fuck my tits before, but Jerry
was the first to ever want to fuck my legs. I didn't mind it at
all, especially since he got hard so fast after he spilled his
juice out onto my thighs. His favorite way was for me to be on my
elbows and knees on the bed with my ass upraised and my legs
tight together while he pushed his long hard tool through my
thighs and fucked it back and forth. Once when we had the whole
day to spend together and my parents were out of town we made
love six times and he fucked my legs four of those times as well.

Even with Jerry talking about what a great "leg fuck" I was it
wasn't until I met Paul that I began thinking of myself as a "leg
slut". Paul was a man that I worked with in my first job after
graduation from college. We worked in pairs often and had
numerous opportunities to be alone and it was obvious that we
found each other very attractive. From the very first day we met
Paul would openly stare at my legs, never moving his eyes from
them even when he was aware that I saw him staring. I liked it so
much that I never did anything to discourage his staring and as
time went on began to cross and uncross my legs for him as he
watched and sometimes to even touch my legs with my hands sexily
while he stared.

The odd thing about Paul was that for months, even though he was
obviously wild about my legs, he never asked me out or even said
anything vaguely romantic or suggestive to me. He was all
business except for his obvious delight in the curves of my
calves and thighs.

Frankly this began to get to me, because I wanted very much to be
dating him. Some of the other men in the office were asking me
out and I really didn't want to go out with anyone but Paul. I
felt sure he would ask me out most any day. Week after week
passed, however, and Paul seemed uninterested in dating me.
Finally it got to be more than I could take and I decided to do
something to change his behavior.

The day that I made up my mind to begin seducing Paul seriously,
I chose a thin white dress which Paul had enjoyed on numerous
occasions. This time, however, I didn't wear a slip under it,
even though I knew that I should. It wasn't a long dress, coming
to just above my knees when I stood, and it fit rather tightly,
caressing my ass cheeks when I walked. I knew that my tiny bikini
panties would be very obvious through the thin white material and
just hoped that there wouldn't be many of the other guys at the
office yet when I got to work.

The office in which Paul and I worked was along the east side of
the building, and the east wall of the office was one vast
expanse of glass. We usually kept the blinds closed in the
mornings because of the bright morning sun, but on this day I
opened them as wide as they would go and was standing with my
back to the door at the window looking over a report as Paul
walked in to the office. I was wearing a pair of 4 inch heels and
was standing with my feet approximately two feet apart Paul came
in. I had heard him coming down the hall, and while my head was
bent as if I was reading the report, my eyes were upraised and I
could see his reflection in the window. I pretended that I didn't
realize he was there as he stopped in his tracks in the doorway
and leaned against the doorframe looking at me.

He stood there transfixed for quite some time, his eyes taking in
the view before him. The sunlight was streaming through the
window and through the white dress, outlining the perfect shape
of my legs as it illuminated the white material to the point of
near transparency. As he stood there I was aware of his hand
slowly moving to his crotch, and smiled quietly to myself as I
saw the refection of him stroking himself through his pants.

Acting as if I was totally unaware that anyone else was in the
room, I reached back behind myself and began scratching one of my
ass cheeks idly with my left hand, letting my dress rise ever
upward as I did so. Paul's hand moved even more rapidly as the
hem of the dress rose higher and more of my legs were exposed.

I was really enjoying my little game and decided to carry it just
a bit farther before letting on that I knew he was there. Tossing
the report on the chair to my right and keeping my back to Paul,
I began stretching slowly with my arms upraised, feeling the
dress ride up my long legs as I did so. I began exercising, as if
I did it every morning, spreading my feet farther apart and
bending forward at my waist to touch my toes. Each time I bent at
the waist the dress would ride up the backs of my legs, exposing
my naked thighs nearly to the edge of my tiny panties. Paul had
now slid quietly into the room and shut the door and was rubbing
himself freely as he watched me performing for him, unaware that
I knew he was there.

I had set my purse down on the chair to my right and after
exercising for a while turned to it and took a bottle of lotion
from it, my back still to the door. I placed my right foot on the
edge of the seat of the chair and began applying lotion to my
leg, beginning at my ankle and sliding my hands senuously up over
my calves and along my thighs, letting the dress slide all the
way up as I rubbed the lotion into my soft skin. When I got to
the top of my thigh I let my hand graze the crotch of my now wet
panties and moaned sexily. I could hear Paul breathing heavily as
he pulled at himself behind me. Glancing into the glass once more
I became aware that he had now taken his cock from his pants and
was stroking it openly, so excited by the show I was putting on
for him.

Placing my right foot back onto the floor I replaced it in the
chair with my left foot and repeated the application of lotion on
that leg as well. At the top I once again let my hand rub my
pussy, moaning even more loudly this time and rubbing it even
more obviously. I let my head fall back as I continued to rub
myself and without stopping to massage my wet and hot pussy put
my foot back onto the floor and turned back to the window once
again, lifting my dress all the way to my waist, my legs still
opened widely and my hand caressing my damp pubic mound.

"Look at me, anyone who will", I said, addressing the world
outside the window in a rather theatrical tone. "Look at these
legs, this body, this empty space which needs so much to be
filled." I stuck two fingers inside the edge of my wet panties
and began fingering myself, angling my hand from below so that
there would be no doubt that Paul could see me plunging my
fingers into myself through the gap in thighs. I came quickly,
turned on by the show I was giving Paul as well as by standing in
front of the wall of glass fingering myself for the world to see.

When I opened my eyes once more and looked into the glass to see
what Paul was doing, I realized that he was no longer in the
room. Turning around I looked at the empty room and the only
evidence of his having been there, the closed door and the puddle
of cum on the dark rug where he had stood as he masturbated.

I never let Paul know that I had staged that whole experience for
him, even when he asked me to dinner that same night. I dated him
off and on for nearly a year after that, until he was transferred
to another city, and I can't begin to count the times that I used
my legs to get what I wanted from Paul during that time. Since
then it has become standard operating procedure for me to display
my greatest asset whenever I think it will help me get what I
want.

I know that some of the women where I work would disagree with me
for being willing to let men see my inner thighs in return for
things which please me, and I know there are plenty who recoil at
the word slut and would never let anyone call them that. I don't
care what they think. I love making men salivate and prespire by
teasing them with the flesh of my lower limbs. I love it when men
or women want me because of the smooth skin of my thighs or the
curves of my calves. I love for my legs to be looked at, touched,
kissed and fucked and nothing makes me hotter than pulling up my
dress to the delight of anyone who may be watching man or woman,
friend or stranger.

I am a leg slut and will be as long as my legs can make cocks
hard and pussies wet. If there is ever a time when you can use an
exhibitionist leg slut I hope you will call me. I'd like very
much to give myself to you as one of your slaves if you like and
of course I would love to spend some more time with pretty Monica
whenever you would allow it. I promise you won't regret it.

Submissively yours,

Leah

