From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Repost: MRWADE.148 - Latin Lust - Chapter Nineteen
Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:51:19 GMT
Organization: Wade's World
Mime-Version: 1.0
Message-ID: <45nq5n$h1k@hemisphere.neocomm.net>

MRWADE.148                                        By Master Wade







                           Latin Lust



                        Chapter Nineteen





     Returning to the condo, Paul took Anna Maria immediately to

his bed where he made tender love to her, bringing her slowly to a

powerful orgasm.  She fell asleep in his arms afterward, no doubt

exhausted from the day's activities.  Paul lay on his back next to

her, thinking about his phone conversation with Anne, their lunch

with Betty, and Anna's reaction to his warehouse dungeon.  Two

weeks always seemed like a long time at first, but it was seldom

enough.  It certainly would not be enough with Anna Maria.

     Paul turned the TV set on with the remote control, keeping the

volume low enough that it would not disturb her sleep.  There was

a movie on Cinemax that had some appeal, especially since the

female lead was a Latino girl with a sweet body.  This girl played

the typical Latino so often portrayed in movies, and Paul smiled at

the difference in this fictional character and his Anna.  Anna

Maria had no accent at all, and it was impossible to guess her

ethnic background from her voice alone.  Paul liked that, but there

were times when he almost wished she could revert to that husky

rich accent the girl was now using on the screen.  He realized then

that he had never heard her speak Spanish, although he was sure she

must.  He imagined there would be something quite different and

exciting about hearing her speak that tongue.  He remembered the

scene with the Latino whore in the movie 9 1/2 Weeks, and pictured

Anna Maria doing that role.  It was an interesting thought, and he

filed that away in the back of his mind for future reference.

     Physically it was not difficult to tell that Anna Maria was

not a white Irish Catholic.  There was no coarseness at all to her

features, however, and her skin was a light olive color, only

slightly different from that of a golden tanned beach bunny. Her

nose was narrow, her mouth small, and her hair rich and wonderful.

     Paul got out of bed quietly, leaving the TV on, and went to

his computer.  He opened his file on Anna and entered some comments

about their day together:



Anna Maria: Page Four



Met Anna's friend Betty.  Blonde, long-legged, very hot.  Anna and

Betty obviously hungry for each other.  Ate each other in ladies

room.  Can probably fuck Betty and expect Anna wants that.  Betty

sub also, my guess is also masochistic.  Work on this.



Also talked with Anne, the young wife.  Will put Anna and Anne

together Sunday.  Anne very young but trainable.



Took Anna to warehouse.  High level of anxiety and of arousal. 

Went slow but feel she will ask to go back.  Crops need oiling.

Room also quite dusty.  Send Betty there alone to dust?



     He closed the file and slid on a pair of shorts before walking

out onto the balcony.  It was another warm night with a sky full of

stars.  There was a slight rumble of thunder in the distance, but

with no clouds in the sky Paul doubted it meant rain for them.

     Paul couldn't get his lunch with Betty and Anna out of his

mind.  He loved picturing them together, and he felt a little

guilty about keeping them apart for so long.  Somehow he had the

impression that they had been quite active together recently, and

he knew he had interrupted that.  But there were so many things to

do with Anna Maria and so little time to do them in.  He couldn't

let the involvement of others side-track him.  Besides, they only

had a little over a week left of her initial training, and after

that had been done there would be more time for Betty and the

others.

     Paul walked back into the kitchen and fixed them both a light

supper.  He took the trays into the bedroom and woke Anna so that

she could eat.  She appeared to have rested well, and he was glad

he had let her sleep.

     "I don't want to interfere with your relationship to Betty,

you know," he said, in between bites.

     "She probably feels a little left out at the moment, but

she'll be okay once I start back to work and everything."

     "Good.  I like her, and I'm glad the two of you are close,"

Paul said, smiling at her.

     "Would you do her for me?"  Anna took another bite of her

dinner so she wouldn't have to look at Paul before he answered.

     "Do her?  You mean fuck her, I suppose?"

     "Yes.  Fuck her. I'd like to watch it, but mainly I just want

you to fuck her."

     "Is that all you want me to do with her?  Just fuck her?"

     "Well, no...doesn't have to be.  Do you want to do something

else with her?"

     "I think you brought the subject up, Anna.  I'm just trying to

figure out exactly what it is you do want.  You don't have to beat

around the bush with it, you know."

     "I'm sorry.  You're right.  But I guess I do wonder how you

feel about her and what you'd want to do if I wasn't involved in

your decisions."

     "Well, I only just met her today, you know. But she's a doll,

and I think she has more in common with you than just being

bisexual.  Probably, if I had met her under different

circumstances, I'd want to have her for slave.  Is that what you

were wondering about?"

     "Yes.  Thanks for being honest with me."  She didn't say

anything else for a while, and her silence bothered Paul a little. 

Sometimes people aren't really ready for the truth, even when they

ask for it.  Finally she spoke again.

     "I don't know much about how all this works, you know.  Does

anyone ever have two slaves at one time?"

     "Sometimes, yes.  Some Masters have more than two, or so they

say.  I've only had them one at a time so far though.  I imagine it

must be pretty hard to make it work with two or more."

     "Why is that?  Because of jealousy?"

     "Yes, that and the amount of attention one slave requires. It

might be hard to keep a good balance going, you know?  Someone

could easily felt left out at times, or less special than the other

one."

     "I guess so.  That's too bad though, isn't it?"

     "In a way, yes.  But then when a Master has someone as special

as you, Anna, he could hardly feel jilted because he only had you."

     Anna Maria smiled at him warmly and bent to kiss him on his

cheek.

     "That was really sweet of you to say, Master.  I guess I was

just thinking that Betty probably feels left out now anyway.  She

wouldn't feel any more left out if she were a slave of yours too,

would she?"

     "No, I'm sure she would feel less left out, Anna, but you

might be the one to feel less attention.  Wouldn't that bother

you?"

     "Maybe. I don't really know.  I think if it was Betty I

probably wouldn't, because I would love knowing she was being with

you.  It might bother me more if it were someone else."

     "I suppose that could make a big difference." Paul wasn't sure

where all this was heading, but he had to admit to himself that he

liked what he was hearing.

     "Well, I won't bring it up again until after you've fucked

her, but will you think about it?  I mean you will fuck her for me,

won't you?"

     "Yes, of course I'll fuck her, assuming she wants me to do it,

that is.  But she may not have any interest at all in being a slave

of mine, you know.  You probably should find out how she feels

about that too."

     "That's true.  Tomorrow is Saturday and she's off on

Saturday's...maybe I could talk to her?  It would be a good day for

her to come here, that is if it suited you okay. Do you have

anything against fucking blonde's on Saturday's, Master?", she

asked, her mouth turning to a teasing grin.  She reached for his

crotch and laid her hand on him.  It wasn't a full erection...yet.

     Paul smiled at Anna Maria and laid his hand on top of hers.

Her insistence was interesting.  She almost had him convinced that

this was something she really wanted.  The last thing Paul wanted

was Betty to come between Anna Maria and himself.

     "Actually, odd coincidence that it is," he said, teasing her

back a bit, "Saturday just happens to be the one day of the week

that I set aside for fucking blondes, now that you mention it."

     Anna's grin widened and she squeezed his cock with her little

hand.  "Then you'll do it?", she asked, beginning to stroke him

slowly.

     Paul took her hand away from his cock gently, but firmly.

     "You're getting things a bit mixed up here, Anna," he said,

his voice growing more stern. "I'm the Master, you're the slave. 

I pick the people you'll fuck.  You don't do that for me."

     Damn, Anna thought to herself.  She never imagined she'd have

this much trouble talking Paul, or anyone else, for that matter,

into fucking Betty.

     "I'm sorry, Master.  You're right, of course.  It was just

something I wanted.  I don't mean to push you."

     One of the things bothering Paul was that he couldn't be sure

that Anna Maria wasn't just offering him Betty so that she could be

with her.  There wasn't too much wrong with that, but he didn't

want her to make it look like something else if that was what it

was.  If he came right out and ask her that she'd probably deny it,

even if it was true.

     "The dungeon is in need of a good cleaning, Anna," he said,

putting her hand back on his cock.  "I suppose I could send you

down there to dust and to oil some of the leather implements while

I fuck your girlfriend here in my bed, if you like."

     Anna Maria's hand slid between her legs, and he saw her eyes

darken with passion at his words.

     "I'd LOVE that, Master," she said.

     "You may not see her at all, Anna.  And it may take several

hours. I don't like to be rushed."

     "I understand completely, Master," she cooed, turning so that

she could cover his cock with her mouth.

     So much for that concern, Paul thought to himself, surprised

but pleased to see that what excited Anna Maria was actually his

fucking Betty.  He lay back on the pillows and played with Anna's

hair as she began sucking him.

     "You'll be there all alone, in that dusty and dark old room,

Anna, and your cute little blonde friend with the wonderful legs

and ass will be here getting fucked.  I may fuck her several times,

Anna, if she's good.  And somehow I just know she's going to be

wonderful."

     Anna grunted something that almost sounded like "Uh Huh", and

Paul could see her ass beginning to rise and fall as she worked her

fingers against her sex.

     "I'll fuck her like I fuck sluts, Anna," he said, tightening

his grip in her hair. "Only a slut would fuck her best friend's

man, you know.  And after I've fucked her I may have to spank her,

to remind her of what a bad girl she's been."  He pushed his hips

up, forcing his cock deeper into Anna Maria's mouth and throat.

     Anna Maria's fingers and hips were moving hotly now as she

threw pretense to the wind and allowed herself to be totally

inflamed by exactly the words she wanted to hear.

     Paul grunted lustily as he shoved up into her mouth once more.

"She'll probably be wanting your Master to fuck her all the time

after that, Anna.  She'll be calling, wanting to know when she

can come over to fuck.  And it will be good stuff, Anna, so I'll

let her come over, and I'll fuck her.  Maybe I'll even go over to

her house and fuck her.  I'll fuck her so much that you'll hardly

be able to put your mouth on her without tasting me when you do."

     Anna's ass flew up and her hips locked and she grunted out her

orgasm, still trying to keep her lips tight around his shaft.  Paul

moved both hands to her head and grabbed handfulls of hair and

fucked up into her, his cum beginning it's powerful ride up out of

his balls and through his shaft, into her.

     After it was all over, Anna Maria climbed up next to him and

lay her head on his chest.  He held her, loving her responsiveness

and even feeling a little bit guilty at finding thoughts of fucking

her friend so exciting.

     "I'm a very naughty girl, huh Master?", she asked, quietly, a

smile playing at her lips.

     "Very naughty, Anna Maria," he replied, stroking her hair.

     "Is that okay, Master?"

     "Yes, precious. It's okay.  I like it."

     "I think it's that...well, I don't know...I think what it is

is that I want to be MADE to be really, really, naughty.  It's

something of a game, I know, because I'm really only doing what

excites me most.  But it excites me more if it seems like you're

forcing it on me."

     "I know, Anna."

     "Like just now...I wanted so much for you to agree to fuck

Betty, but you made it so hard.  You made me almost beg you to do

it.  It's very naughty to want that, but even naughtier to beg you

to do it."

     Paul smiled.  "I did notice that you became rather aroused,"

he said, with teasing understatement.

     "Yes!  And then when you said you would send me off to clean

the dungeon and you would take your own sweet time fucking her, and

you'd probably fuck her often after that, whenever you

wanted...Damn!  Suddenly it wasn't me making you fuck Betty any

more, but you making me be a good little slave who simply

understood that you WOULD fuck her when it pleased you. That's what

really got me."

     "I think we're beginning to understand each other, Anna

Maria," he said, turning her head toward him, so that he could kiss

her once more.



Continued in MRWADE.149.....