From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.149 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty
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MRWADE.149                                     By Master Wade









                           Latin Lust



                         Chapter Twenty





     Anna Maria fell asleep in his arms.  Paul realized that he had

discovered something unexpected about her.  Then again, perhaps she

had taught him something about her.  Whichever it was, he now had

a much clearer picture of how to proceed with her than before.

     In a way, this new knowledge of Anna Maria robbed her of some

of her innocence, and Paul felt a tinge of regret at that, but only

a tinge.  They would cloak this side of her, now that they both

understood its existence and importance, and it would merely be one

of the foundations that supported what they shared.  It would not

be something they talked about, but simply something they both

understood.  A given.

     There were consequences which accompanied this new

understanding, and Paul rather liked them.  One was that he would

most likely be fucking Betty quite a lot, but as delightful as that

was, it was one of the minor ones.  More significant was the fact

that Anna Maria would respond to being punished for doing naughty

things, even though she had been made to do them.  The unreasonable

nature of being made to do something and then being punished

because she did it would only excite her more, because it would cut

through the facade they would so carefully maintain and strike at

the real trigger of her arousal, the fact that she did indeed want

to do the things she was being punished for.

     If he was right, and Paul was growing more and more confident

that he was, Anna Maria would respond feverishly to being made to

do those things which excited her most.  In her case it appeared to

him that those things involved exhibitionism, either her own or

that of others, and being with other women sexually.  Perhaps on a

broader scale he should include serving her Master, but that was

part and parcel of the relationship.

     There was still some important testing of limits which needed

to be done, but Paul was pleased with the progress they had made.

He closed his eyes and began drifting off to sleep, happy with the

changes that were taking place in his world.



     Saturday morning came, and Paul took Anna leisurely before

bothering with breakfast or their morning showers.  She was a

different fuck in the mornings; not as desperate perhaps, although

her deeply burning passion was just as real.  In the mornings it

was almost as if there was an acceptance by her that she could not

begin her day without being fucked.  It was not an acceptance which

came grudgingly, but more of an easy plea for Paul to confirm their

relationship through this first coupling of the day.  Much as she

was transformed each day by the attention she gave her makeup and

her clothing, she was transformed by his taking of her as well. The

day was fast approaching, she knew, when her mornings would not all

begin in this way, and she dreaded that, more than she had ever

imagined she would when this all began.

     Following their showers, Paul selected a shorts and top outfit

for Anna Maria to wear and they ate breakfast together on the

balcony.  They shared the morning paper and discussed the news,

especially as it related to situations impacting their work at the

firm.  The growing comfort they felt with each other was not only

sexual, but it touched everything they did together.

     "When shall I call Betty?", Anna asked, finishing her glass of

juice.

     "You haven't changed your mind about any of that?", he asked,

smiling.

     "No, and you needn't expect me to, either," she said,

returning his smile.  "But it was nice of you to ask," she added.

     "I suppose you should call her pretty early, in case she has

other plans."

     "She won't make any other plans until she hears from me."

     "Oh?", Paul asked, beginning to see the light. "Am I missing

something here?"

     Anna Maria grinned sheepishly. "Well, I did tell her that I

thought you might be wanting her today.  Sort of."

     Paul laughed. He was going to have to watch this girl.

     "You sneaky little devil, you.  I should have known."

     "Well, I wasn't sure that I could talk you into...that you

would make me accept you fucking her.  But Betty is a very

attractive girl. I did hope the subject would come up."

     He shook his head slowly from side to side and pinched her

nipple through the thin top quickly.  She squealed and playfully

pulled away.

     "I guess you'd better call her then.  Don't let me interfere

with any of your plans."  He grinned at her.  All those people who

are so convinced that dominants take advantage of their submissives

should meet Anna Maria, he thought to himself.

     Anna Maria blushed. She'd have to learn how to manipulate him

a little bit less obviously in the future.

     "You still like me, don't you, my wonderful Master?", she

asked, bending toward him so that her cleavage showed.

     "I still love you, Anna.  Just don't forget that your ass is

mine."

     That caught Anna Maria off-guard, and she felt her throat

tighten, even with him saying it in such friendly tones.

     "I don't think you'll let me forget that, Master," she said,

with conviction.

     "No, I'd agree, Anna.  That is highly unlikely."

     She cleared her throat.  "So...shall I call now?"

     Paul gave her his leave, and watched her from the balcony.

There was too much noise from the streets below and the morning

breeze whistling around the corner of the building for him to hear

what she said, but it was obvious that she spoke with excitement

and pleasure in her voice.  He was happy that Anna had such a good

friend in Betty, and it pleased him that they could share her.

     She was calling to him.

     "I'm sorry?  I couldn't hear you," he said, straining to

listen.

     "What time shall I have her show up?"

     "Oh...how about early?  Say, ten o'clock?"

     "Okay, thanks."

     She went back to her conversation, giggling like a school girl

with her friend.  Paul had surprised himself a little by saying

ten. He'd earlier thought that after lunch would be soon enough.

Maybe he was getting into this a little more than he had thought.

     "Well, that's all set," Anna said, returning to the balcony.

     "And she's okay with it all?", Paul asked, curious about what

their conversation had been like.

     "No, Master, she doesn't want the most wonderful and handsome

man in the state to fuck her," she said, teasing him.

     "Whew!  That's good to hear.  Maybe she'll settle for me then,

afterall."

     Anna Maria laughed.  It was so nice to be in love with a man

who combined good looks, a wonderful sense of humor, and such

delicious sexual perversity all in one package.

     "She's thrilled, of course, silly.  Everything is cool." She

was grinning from ear to ear.  One would almost think she had just

negotiated a peace settlement between the Arabs and the Jews

instead of having set up her girlfriend with her lover.

     Paul looked at his watch.  Betty would be arriving in less

than an hour now.  It had only been a little over an hour since

he'd pulled his leaking dick out of Anna Maria.

     "Maybe you shouldn't have fucked me so good this morning,

slavegirl.  What if I can't get it up when she gets here?"

     Anna grinned.  "Well, I don't think you have to fuck her the

minute she walks through the door, Master.  Unless you want to, of

course."

     And we both know which you would prefer, Paul thought to

himself, smiling back at his Anna.

     "What is she wearing?"

     "Gosh, I don't know, Master," Anna replied, the lie written

all over her face.

     "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh, Anna?  The little

slutty slavegirls are going to keep secrets from their Master?"

     Her smile broadened.  "We're girls first, Master.  Slutty

slaves second."

     "I guess that's exactly the way it should be too," he added,

warmly.  "Well, then, lets take you down to the warehouse, so that

you can get to work.  We'll stop and pickup something for you to

have for lunch.  And I'll try, I'll really try, Anna, to finish up

with Betty by suppertime."

     She knew he was only kidding, but the thought of him busy with

Betty from ten until dinner was exciting to her.

     "Don't rush, Master.  I'll be just fine," she said, pleased at

the feeling of warmth she felt in her belly just by saying those

words to him.



     The warehouse wasn't that far away, and traffic was light, the

morning rush over.  Paul placed the bag with Anna's lunch in it on

the table and set out the cleaning supplies and leather

rejuvenating balm that he had brought from home.  He showed her

which items needed the most attention, and gave her a few more jobs

she could do just in case she got bored.

     "There is a beeper in the window-sill by the door, Anna. Don't

use it unless you have to, but if you should get hurt or too

frightened, don't hesitate to push that button on the front.  It

will ring my security system and I'll be here in less than ten

mintues.  Okay?"

     "I'll be fine, Master, but thanks for caring enough to provide

that."  Anna hated for him to leave her, but that was part of what

made it as exciting as it was, and she felt that strongly.

     "I love you, Anna Maria," Paul said, turning to her as he

opened the door to leave.  "I love you and I can't wait to get my

cock inside your girlfriend."  Before she could say anything, he

was gone.

     Anna Maria shuddered at his last words and rubbed herself

through her shorts.  She was torn between wanting to watch and

wanting to be imprisoned here in this dungeon with the knowledge

and understanding that he would be fucking her best friend.  She

would watch on other occasions, she was sure, and this was her time

to be forced not to see it, but instead to work for her Master in

his dungeon.



     Paul drove back to the condo.  He still had a few minutes

before Betty was to arrive.  He showered and shaved again, putting

Anna Maria's favorite cologne on afterwards.  He slipped into the

smoking jacket that she liked to see him in so much.  Moving into

the great room, he put on some music and made sure that there was

fresh ice at the bar.  He had no idea how Betty would respond to

him, but he would make love to her just the same way he had Anna

Maria, with the same intensity and the same longing.  At least he

would try.  If it came naturally it would be easy, and he knew it

might, in spite of how much genuine affection and desire he felt

for Anna Maria.  Anna Maria wanted it this way, and that helped.

     The security bell rang, announcing Betty's arrival.  Checking

his appearance in the mirror and starting the music over again,

Paul went to the door and let her in.

     She was lovely, even prettier than he had remembered, but then

he also knew that she had dressed just for him.  He asked her in

and showed her around the apartment, giving her a chance to feel at

ease.

     "Anna Maria isn't here?", she asked, just a touch of

nervousness in her voice.

     "No, our Anna is doing some domestic chores in my dungeon

downtown.  She is locked in quite securely, in fact."

     "Oh.  I see.  I didn't know if she would be here or not. She

didn't say."

     "Come over here and sit down," Paul said, kindly, leading her

to the circular couch.  Betty followed his lead and sat her purse

down next to her.

     Paul watched her sit and took a moment to let his eyes run

over her body.  She wore a solid red suit with a white blouse and

white stockings.  Her matching red high heels were just high

enough. As she crossed her legs the skirt worked its way up to a

length which was highly satisfying, revealing all it could without

exposing her stocking tops.  Paul could see the slight rise under

the fabric where her garters were attached and it pleased him.  Her

hair was done simply and attractively and the blonde tresses were

lustrous and wonderful.  He sat next to her, turning with his arm

on the back of the couch to look at her.

     "It excited Anna Maria to know that you would be coming here

today, Betty.  And it excited her to be locked in my dungeon while

you and I are together.  She wanted it that way.  She is a girl

with some very naughty wants, Betty."

     Betty managed a small smile.  "Yes, I know she is.  But she is

also very special to me."

     "And to me.  The two of you appear to want many of the same

things.  Would you say I'm right about that?"

     "I wouldn't be here if you weren't, would I?"  Betty was

anxious to get past this point.

     "Well, you could be here for any number of reasons, of course.

Perhaps to see for yourself that Anna Maria is being treated well.

Perhaps to satisfy your own curiosity about what my condo is like,

or what I'm like."

     "Why did Anna Maria want me to come here?", she asked,

challenging him.

     "Anna Maria wanted you to come because Anna Maria wants me to

fuck you," he replied, his voice even and calm.

     "That's why I'm here."

     "You're here because Anna Maria wants me to fuck you?"

     "Yes."

     Paul stood up and took Betty's hand, urging her to stand also.

     "I hope you'll come back sometime, Betty.  It's been

delightful meeting you.  I'll tell Anna Maria that you were here."

     He led the speechless Betty to the door and opened it for her.

She walked through it in a daze, not sure what was happening.  Paul

shut the door quietly behind her.

     Betty stood outside the closed door with her purse in her

hands, trying to figure out what she had said or done.  She didn't

want to leave, and she wouldn't.  At least not without finding out

what she had done wrong.  She knocked on the door.

     Paul opened the door immediately.

     "Do you want me to fuck you, Betty," he said, almost in a

whisper to her.

     Betty swallowed hard, but answered, "Yes, very much."

     Paul stepped back and allowed her to enter.  When she did, he

turned her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth.  She

dropped her purse in the floor and returned his kiss hotly,

pressing her body against him and wrapping her arms around his

neck.  His mouth toyed with her, crushing her lips one moment and

nibbling at them another, his tongue darting at hers and at her

lips. He allowed his hands to roam freely over her, feeling her

lingerie under her clothing, cupping her asscheeks, raising her

skirt to touch her bare skin and then letting it fall again, his

cock hardening against her belly, her breath coming in gasps.

     "What do you want, Betty?", he whispered hotly in her ear as

he continued to hold her.  "Say it!"

     "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice trembling.

     "You want to fuck?", he hissed.

     "Yes. Fuck," she replied, her tongue darting into his ear.

     "Fuck your best friend's lover?", he teased, still whispering.

     "Yes!  Anna's lover.  Fuck him!", she said, her hips starting

to move of their own volition, her heart pounding.

     "Anna can't watch.  Not this time, Betty."

     "I don't care, fuck me," she said, so hot now that all she

could feel was his cock pressing against her.

     "Maybe I won't ever let Anna watch, Betty.  Maybe I'll just

fuck you on the side."

     "I don't care.  Just fuck me," she said, her hips pumping at

him now, dry-fucking him as they stood there in the foyer.

     Paul pulled her skirt up roughly and lifted her, leaning her

back against the wall.  Betty clung to him with one arm around his

neck and reached down to pull her panties to the side as he

unzipped his pants and took it out.  He pressed it between them and

it slid into her effortlessly, her lips parting and the wetness

greasing him quickly.  Paul felt her garter belt straps against his

arms as he slid his hands under her ass to hold her while he fucked

up into her.  She was tight and good and she made soft heated

noises as he drove his dick up into her, banging her ass against

the wall of his foyer.  She pulled her head back and kissed his

mouth, her tongue diving into him, her pussy wet and hot, squeezing

his cock as she fucked Anna Maria's Master.



     Anna sneezed for the fourth time as she tried to dust.  She

wished she had something to vacuum with instead but this was not a

room full of modern conveniences.  She wiped her brow with the back

of her hand, unaware that the dust mixed with her prespiration to

leave a black smudge on her skin.  She felt so alone and there was

no sound to be heard unless she made it.

     She wondered if Betty had gotten there yet and if they were

getting along alright.  She was a little bit afraid that one or

both of them might not be able to go through with it.  No, he would

go through with it, she thought to herself, and he would make sure

that she did too.  She pictured Betty in the red suit, the one she

had helped her pick out.  She could see betty with the skirt around

her waist and she could hear Paul breathing the way he did when he

fucked.  Those thoughts made Anna Maria hot and she reached for

herself, making black smudges on the crotch of her shorts as well.



     Paul lowered Betty gently, allowing his cock to slip out as he

continued kissing her mouth.  He felt her skirt fall back down,

covering her, making it appear almost as if she hadn't just been

fucked, but his cum was inside her and she knew she'd been fucked.

No doubt about that.

     Paul put his cock back in his pants and zipped them. He slid

his arm around her waist and led her out onto the balcony. Now they

would be able to talk.



Continued in MRWADE.150.....