From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.146 - Latin Lust - Chapter Seventeen
Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:49:19 GMT
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MRWADE.146                                        By Master Wade









                           Latin Lust



                        Chapter Seventeen









     Paul awoke early the following morning.  Slipping from bed

quietly, he stood and looked down at his sleeping slave,

remembering the beauty of her performances the night before.

     He pulled on a pair of swimming trunks and left her sleeping

soundly.  The pool was on the bottom floor of the condo, and as he

rode the elevator down he was aware of the lingering aroma of

perfume in the elevator, perfume he recognized from whispering in

Anne's ear.

     Paul forced his thoughts away from the previous night and swam

for nearly an hour in the pool, alone.  When he returned, Anna

Maria was still sleeping, and he stood on the balcony and watched

the morning sun burn away the evening dew.

     He felt such tenderness toward Anna.  He felt it deeply, and

he knew she deserved to be loved in that way.  He also knew that

she hungered for that other side of his passion, the side that had

brought tears to her eyes with the belt.  Youthful innocence and

adult lust.  Breathtaking loveliness and masochistic hungers.  A

woman to love and adore, but to just as carefully and diligently

take and possess.

     "I don't know if there is a pool down there or not, Master,"

she said, sneaking up behind him, "but it's too long a dive from

here, I promise!"

     He turned and gathered her to him, pulling her still naked

body to him and covering her mouth with a kiss.



     On the other end of the city, Anne slipped from bed and closed

the door to her bathroom, locking it.  She had awakened with

thoughts of the night before burning her up with lusty memories,

and had to do something before he woke up.  Slipping off her robe,

she ran the water until it was just the right temperature and got

in quickly, taking the shower massage in her hand and pointing it

where she needed it most.



     In yet another part of town, Peggy and Barbara lay nestled

like spoons in Barbara's bed, still sleeping.  They had almost run

into the house after taking Anne home, both of them understanding

the other's need and desperately eager to do something about it.



     Unaware of the reasons for all this passion, or that it

existed, Betty lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling. 

She hadn't heard a word from Anna Maria, and it was beginning to

bother her.  She wanted her to have a wonderful time, but she had

made Anna promise to call her.  Two full days had passed and there

was no call.  Nothing.  She made up her mind that if she didn't

call by lunchtime, she would call Paul's apartment herself.



     "So, what's on the agenda for today, Master?", Anna Maria

asked, smiling, as he held her in his arms.  "Whatever it is, I

know I'm going to love it."

     Paul returned her smile and pecked her on the cheek.

     "I want you to go to the office this morning and make sure

everything is going okay with your cases.  I'll meet you for lunch

at Renaldi's, and then I have a surprise for you this afternoon."

     "Mmm, sounds good to me, Master.  I love your surprises."

     "And I love you, Anna.  I love you more with every passing

moment."



     They kissed again, and then Paul sent her back inside to get

ready for work.  He fixed a simple breakfast of fruit and cereal

which they shared at the table on the balcony.

     When she was gone, Paul checked his watch.  Anne should be at

work by now, at least it was late enough to try calling.   It

dawned on him just as the phone was answered that he didn't know

Anne's last name.  He stammered something about needing to speak

with the girl named Anne in women's clothing, wondering if that

sounded as stupid to the person on the other end as it did to him

as he said it.  Evidently she knew just who he meant, for soon the

phone was ringing again, and Anne's voice was answering.



     "This is Paul, Anne, do you have a minute?", he said, pulling

off a white grape from the bunch in the bowl on the table.

     "Hi!  Yes, I have a minute, I'll just have to be careful what

I say."

     "May I speak freely?  Or is there a chance that someone will

pick up?"

     "No, no chance of that.  You're okay, I just might be

overheard by a customer or something.  I'm right out in the open

here."

     Paul smiled.  In other words, she was vulnerable.  He loved it

when a woman was vulnerable.

     "I want to be frank with you, Anne," he said, brimming with

mischief, "Anna Maria wants you so badly that she can hardly sit

still."  It was true, he knew, even if she hadn't actually said

that to him.

     The phone was quiet for a moment as Anne tried to figure out

how to respond to that in her situation at the moment.  Her

supervisor was walking by.

     "I'm sure we have just what she wants, sir," she said,

business-like.

     "Well, Anne, the three of you are something else, alright, but

I'm speaking of you personally.  She kept smelling her fingers last

night and wouldn't wash them before going to bed.  The fingers she

had been fucking you with, Anne."

     Her supervisor had stopped only a few feet away from her, and

was taking an inventory of dresses on a rack that was much too full

to suit Anne.  Her mind was racing, and she felt herself blushing.

     "I'll be happy to serve her personally, of course, if you

wish. It's very flattering to know that my services are

appreciated."  Her supervisor looked at her and smiled.  Obviously,

this young woman was making a very good employee.

     "Oh, honey, they will definitely be appreciated.  And little

Anna does love to have her pussy eaten.  But as much as anything

else, she wants to get between those sweet legs of yours."

     "I'll be looking forward to that, sir.  Do you know when she

might come?"

     "Considering how hot you made her last night, Anne, probably

about ten seconds after you put your lips around her clit."

     "I get off rather early, so she will need to come before five,

sir."

     "Well, she may well come that quickly, sweetie, but she

doesn't necessarily have to make it before you do.  But there's no

need to rush things, you know."  Surely they could make it last

longer than five minutes!

     Ann was beet red.  She couldn't stand much more of this.

     Paul was speaking again.  "Well, I won't keep you, precious.

But I did want to thank you, and to ask if you could come to my

apartment alone either some time during the day on Saturday, or

perhaps Sunday, if that's more convenient?"

     "I'll be working Saturday, and off on Sunday.  Shall we say

three o'clock?"

     "Three o'clock Sunday should be just fine, Anne.  And don't

say anything to anyone about it.  Just bring your sweet little body

on over, and my Anna will spend as much time with you as you wish."

     "I'll see you then, sir.  Thank you for calling Miller and

Rhodes."

     Anne hung up the phone, her heart pounding.

     "No need to blush, dear," her supervisor was saying.  "I'm

very proud of you for being such a popular salesgirl.  And you may

be sure that I'll make a note of this in your evaluation."



     Paul replaced the phone.  Nice girl.  A little strange, but

nice.  Five minutes?  Damn!



     Anna Maria tried her best to tell Sandra how much she had

enjoyed her date with Paul without letting her true emotions show.

She finally pulled herself away from the inquisitive receptionist

and made it to her office.  She shut the door and sank into the

chair.  What a change in me since the last time I was in here, she

thought to herself.  As much as she loved her work, it was

delightful to be the kind of serving girl that Paul was making of

her.  Doing it well appeared to require much the same kind of

devotion and dedication that being an attorney did.  Being a good

slave required the ability to negotiate, to understand the rules,

to carefully and accurately judge the "other side", and to know

when to settle.  She felt just as much pride in her accomplishments

as a sexual submissive as she did in being a good lawyer.

     But enough of that, for a moment, she thought to herself.

She'd look into the cases later, but right now she just had to call

Betty.  She picked up the phone and dialed.



     Betty was at work, and had the same problem being able to talk

freely that Anne had also experienced.  She called her back from a

more secure phone only moments later.



     "Why haven't you called me!  It's only been three whole days,

you know!", Betty said, miffed.

     "I know, and I'm sorry, but that's going to change, and soon.

I wasn't sure what Paul would think about us, so I was afraid to

call you from there.  But I am almost positive now that he is going

to be thrilled when he finds out, and once he knows, I'm sure I can

call you any time I want."

     "If he's going to be that excited about it, then get him to

send you over...you got me started with you and then cut me off!

I'm going crazy!"

     "I want you too, Betty," Anna spoke softly into the phone.  "I

would have totally devoured you last night if I'd had the chance,

and I need it almost that much now."

     Betty was relieved to hear those words from Anna.  When you

sent a girl off to be with someone like Paul you could never be

sure what she would be like when you got her back; or IF you'd get

her back, for that matter.

     "So when are you going to tell him about us?", Betty asked,

hopefully. 

     "Before the day is over, I think.  In fact, I was wondering if

you'd like to have lunch with us.  I'm supposed to meet him at

Renaldi's."

     "Do you think that would be okay?  I can, and would love to,

if you're sure it's alright."

     "If I know Paul, he'll love it, but if for some reason he

doesn't, I'm sure he'll make that clear too."

     "Whatever you think, baby," Betty said.  "I don't want to mess

up a good thing for you."

     "I want him to see us together once before I tell him what we

do with each other.  I think he'll figure it out for himself

anyway, if we give him the chance.  Meet us at 1:00?"

     "Sure!  I'll be there...if you promise me we can go to the

powder room together...just for a little bit.  Okay?"

     Anna Maria didn't have to ask why she wanted to go to the

powder room.  Thinking about it made her instantly hot, and she

could feel herself growing wet.

     "Okay, but don't wear panties," she said, trying hard to hide

the excitement in her voice.

     Betty swallowed hard.  "Right.  No panties.  And you?"

     "I'll think about it.  You'll just have to wonder, I guess."

     "Maybe something will happen and he won't show," Betty said,

teasingly and yet hopefully.

     Anna Maria laughed softly. "I suppose there is a chance he

could be late, but I wouldn't count on it.  Just hang in there,

we'll have our time soon, I promise."



     When their conversation was over, Betty went straight to the

ladies room, closed herself in one of the stalls and ran her hand

inside her panties.  Her busy fingers and the memory of Anna

Maria's voice purring to her over the phone made her hips buck. She

stood, supporting herself with one arm as she leaned toward the

wall, her legs apart, working herself into a frenzy, trying her

best not to cry out when her orgasm hit, and loving the release it

brought to her hungry body.  When she was done, she stripped the

panties down her legs and put them in her purse.  Checking her

watch, she knew the next three hours would be the longest ones of

the day.



Continued in MRWADE.147....