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MRWADE.137                                     By Master Wade











                           Latin Lust





                          Chapter Eight








     Anna Maria and Betty spent most of Sunday together.  They rose


early and slipping into jogging clothes took a circular route which


conveniently led them by a Krispy Kreme Donut house, where they


stopped for crullers and coffee.


     They showered together, made love and showered together again,


and changing into something more appropriate, had lunch at an inn


not far away where the food was served family style in big bowls


filled with genuine home-cooked delights.


     The Redskins were playing Dallas that afternoon.  Deciding it


was time to be silly girls together, they dressed in the flashiest


garter-belt and stocking outfits they could find in Anna's lingerie


chest, slid on unthinkably high heeled shoes, donned authentic NFL


Redskin hats which looked marvelously ridiculous in combination


with their lingerie, popped a huge bowl of popcorn, and cheered the


Skins to victory like mad teenage groupies, jumping to their feet


with their backs arched, doing high kicks and anything else their


playful mood demanded of them.


     After the game, Betty helped Anna dress, loaded her suitcases


in the trunk of the car for her, and kissed her goodbye tenderly.


There was a part of her that felt cheated, as much as she hated to


admit it, but only because she wanted to be a part of everything


Anna would experience over the next two weeks.  Good things come to


those who wait, she thought to herself, and resigned herself to do


just that.  If anyone was waiting for, Anna Maria was.  That much


was certain.





     Paul placed Anna's bags in his guest room, a room which was


decorated in a distinctly feminine way.  It was beautifully done,


but she had to wonder how many women had stayed there before her.


     "You're the first," Paul said, smiling, perfectly capable of


reading the look of melancholy on Anna's face.


     "Oh, so you're a mind reader too, are you?", she said,


playfully, reaching up to kiss him and silently grateful that she


had her answer without asking for it.


     "Among other things, yes.  Come," he said, guiding her out the


door of the guest room and into the great room, "lets sit and talk


a bit.  There is a lot I have to tell you."


     They sat on the circular couch that faced the windowed walls.


Paul felt in love with her all over again as he looked at her. 


There was a virginal quality about her which wasn't as obvious when


she was dressed more formally, as she always was at work.  She wore


a simple dress with a square neckline which stopped just below her


knees when she stood.  It was gathered by a row of elastic bands at


her waist, emphasizing her wonderful figure, and was white with


pale pastel flowers adding a splash of color to its design.  Her


hair was in a pony-tail, making her look even more youthful and


innocent.


     "Do you know what Dominance and submission is, Anna?", he


asked her, taking her hand in his.


     "I think so.  At least, in nature, and I suppose among people,


it's where one party is the stronger one and the weaker party


submits to him.  It can apply to groups of people within a


particular society also, I suppose, sort of like majority's and


minority's.  Right?"


     "Yes, although I'm speaking of Dominance and submission as it


applies to the sexual relationship between two people."


     "Well, in that case I would suppose that one of them would be


dominant, and control the submissive one."


     "Exactly.  But it's important that you understand that the


submissive person is not necessarily weak.  She surrenders.  That's


the key word, surrender.  It isn't that she is any less a person,


or any less powerful than her dominant party, but she surrenders


herself to his dominance and control."


     "I can understand that, yes."


     "For many years, more than I care to admit, actually, I have


been strongly aware of my own dominant tendencies in sexual


relationships.  While I am not always happy with the term or what


people sometimes imply when it is used, I am what is often referred


to as a Master of sexually submissive women."


     "Is that what I am?", she asked, with obvious sincerity and


curiosity, "am I a sexually submissive woman?"


     "I think so, Anna.  Yes.  You've never thought of yourself as


being either dominant or submissive, have you?"


     "Not really, no.  But then I'm really not very experienced


sexually.  I do usually seem to be able to get what I want


sexually, which I guess sounds more dominant than submissive."


     "Not necessarily.  You get what you want by making those


people who can give it to you want you.  You're magical where that


is concerned, I know.  I've felt it myself, and I feel it now.  But


that isn't being dominant.  It is being wonderful sensuous and


attractive, which you definitely are."


     "What is it about me that makes you think I'm submissive?"


     "Primarily it's the passion that I sense in you when you


surrender.  You respond to my dominance, to my strength, to the


understanding that you have inside yourself that giving me what I


want will excite you more than taking what you want from me.  Am I


wrong?"


     "No, not at all.  That's exactly what I do feel when I'm with


you, or even when I think of you."


     Paul lifted her small hand and kissed it tenderly, brushing it


against his cheek afterward, his eyes closed.


     "During the next two weeks we are going to explore your


sexuality, Anna.  Together we are going to learn as much about what


excites and pleases you as we can.  We'll go slowly, which is part


of the reason that I asked you to stay with me for two weeks in the


first place.  I will ask things of you which may frighten you at


first, or which may at other times seem too silly for words.  You


must understand that I'm not testing you, not attempting to measure


you against some standard, or to compare you with other women I


have known.  What I will be doing is making an attempt to know and


understand you even more completely than you now know and


understand yourself.  The goal of all of this will be to chart a


course for the two of us, to in some way draw a map that we can use


to make our sexual sharing more exciting and wonderful than it


could ever be without this effort."


     "It sounds wonderful, Paul.  Wonderful, but also so very


serious."


     "It's serious only because you are so important, Anna. 


Important to me, because I see so much in you that I love and


desire, and because I want you so very much.  But it's also


important that you be freed to experience sexual pleasure on a


higher and more powerfully erotic plane than you might ever know


otherwise.  You are far to special and wonderful to have it any


other way.  Do you trust me?"


     "More than I've ever trusted anyone, Paul."


     Paul spoke to her at greater length about the term Master, and


the term slave, and what their relationship would be like during


the next few days.  He explained to her the importance of being


honest with him about her reactions to the things they did, and


made certain that she knew how to stop him at any time.  He made it


clear that she could ask for anything she wanted sexually, but that


she must always accept his decision.


     Anna Maria found herself clinging to Paul's every word.  His


obvious desire to dedicate himself and his efforts to making sex a


wonderful adventure for them both excited her, and made her even


more determined to do whatever he asked.


     "So, are you going to tie me up now?", she asked, eager to


admit that she had heard some things about him.


     He laughed softly.  "I didn't mention bondage.  What makes you


think I would want to tie you up?"


     "My friend Betty said that you do that too.  At least she


heard that."


     "Betty.  I don't think I know her, but I'm sure people have


heard many things about me."


     "So you aren't into bondage?"


     "I didn't say that," he said, smiling warmly.  "What do you


and your friend Betty think about bondage?"


     "We decided it sounded pretty hot," Anna Maria said, grinning.


     "Well, in that case, I expect I should tie you up often, don't


you think so?"


     "Yes, I do!"


     "Well, you must tell me more about your friend Betty sometime,


and where she got her information about me.  Did she tell you that


I often spank naughty girls?"


     "No, she didn't say anything about that.  Do you?"


     "Yes, I do, Anna."


     Anna was a bit surprised.  She hadn't really thought about the


possibility of being spanked.


     "Well, that really doesn't apply to me anyway.  I'm always


good."


     "I spank good girls too, Anna."


     "You do?  You'd spank me?  Why?"


     "Because it would make your pussy wet, and my cock hard."


     It was the first time she'd heard him use words like that, but


his frankness and the underlying insistence that he would do as he


pleased excited her.


     "Maybe.  But it would hurt too, wouldn't it?"


     "Yes, it would hurt, Anna.  I'll make you a deal.  If it


doesn't make you wet, I won't continue doing it.  How's that?"


     "I never said you could do it the first time, did I?", she


asked, deciding to push him just a bit.


     "Would you like for me to put your bags in the car for you


now, Anna?", he asked calmly, standing.


     "No, wait.  What makes you ask that?"


     "You appear to have some reservations.  No one is forcing this


on you, Anna. You can leave at any time."


     "I'm sorry.  Please.  Sit down.  You can spank me if you want


to.  You can do anything."


     "Don't say that if you don't mean it, Anna.  You must trust


me.  If you don't, nothing we do will mean anything."


     "I do mean it.  I'm really sorry, I just wanted to see how


serious you were.  I really do trust you, Paul, completely."


     Paul sat back down and pulled her to him.  Anna buried her


head in his chest, fighting back tears.  His strong arms enveloped


her, soothing her sudden fear that she had blown it all.


     "I love you, Anna Maria.  I'll never do anything to you that


you don't want me to do."  He kissed the top of her head, then


stood again, gathering her up in his arms and carrying her to his


bed.


     The room  was dark, lit only by the light from the great room


that filtered through the partially opened door.  Paul lay next to


Anna Maria on his side, holding her hand and kissing her lightly


from time to time on the cheek as he allowed her the time she


needed to regain her composure.


     Anna Maria was frightened, not by Paul or his declaration that


he would spank her, but by the estrangement that she had felt,


however briefly, only moments before.  Something he had said kept


running through her mind, over and over again, like an electronic


billboard message: "I'll never do anything you don't want me to


do."  How interesting it seemed to her as she lay next to him that


his statement to her was so similar to what she wanted so much for


him to know about her intentions.  She wanted him to know that she


would always do whatever he wanted her to do.  It was a mutual


promise.  She promised to always obey, and he promised to never


disappoint her by what he required of her.


     "Paul, would it have been over if I had left just now?", she


asked, still unsure that she knew what his answer would be.


     "Do you think I could let you go that easily, Anna?", he


asked, softly.


     "You wouldn't have stopped me.  You wouldn't have tried, would


you?"


     "Tonight?  No.  But that wouldn't have been the end of it. 


Not if you hadn't wanted it to be."


     "I would have turned around before I got even half way home.


You know that, don't you?"


     "Yes, Anna.  I know."


     She turned toward him and put her arms around him, kissing him


fully on the mouth.  With the kiss all her fears and feelings of


separation began to dissolve.  This was not a man to possess, but


a man to be possessed by, and that truth was exactly what drew her


to him so strongly.


     Anna slid her hand between them, feeling Paul's growing


erection through his slacks.  She took him in her hand and stroked


him gently, touching him there for the first time.


     Paul unzipped the dress, touching Anna's bare back gently,


caressing her soft skin.  He reached lower and slid her dress


upward, exposing her legs, eager to touch them, eager to have her


dress around her waist.  He felt Anna struggling with his zipper,


and turned slightly to allow her more freedom. 


     There was something about having to fight the restrictions of


the clothes that made this first time more special for both of


them.  Perhaps it was a throwback to their youth and their first


sexual encounters, when such small victories as a button undone, or


the hiking of a skirt was major in its significance and its erotic


value.


     Paul almost laughed as he thought of this, almost wishing that


he could hear her say, "Paul, we shouldn't."  She seemed young


enough and fragile enough to him to make such a statement seem


almost normal, but Anna Maria was only a girl in terms of her


youthful charms and figure.  In every other way she was all woman.


     Her hand slid into his pants and closed around his naked cock.


It was warm and it jerked in her grasp as she held it.  Paul moved


his hips slightly, almost as if fucking her hand, and she began to


stroke him softly, her hand facing the base of him, upside down,


the head of him touching her wrist as he grew longer and thicker.


     Paul was playing with her ass now, caressing it, squeezing it


through her panties, staking out his claim, showing her that it was


a favorite part of her body, and one that he would do many things


to, besides spanking it.  She moved under him, wiggling sensuously,


confirming his domination of her body, raising herself in an


unacknowledged attempt to make him touch her increasingly wet and


hungry pussy.  Finally he moved his hand lower.  Pressing first on


the inside of the leg nearest him, and then on the inside of the


one farthest away, Paul spread them apart to allow him access. Her


response was compliant and willing.  He placed the flat of his hand


on her panties, feeling the wetness seeping through the crotch, and


the swollen shape of her lower lips.  He pressed his hand against


her, his middle finger ahead of the others, pushing her lips apart


gently.  Anna moaned softly.


     Breaking their kiss, Paul moved his lips to her shoulder,


kissing the part of her back which was exposed by her opened dress. 


Anna moved onto her stomach, turning her head to the side, and


raised her ass higher as he continued to press against her with his


strong hand.  She moved her wonderfully round little butt up and


down as Paul pushed her panties up inside her.  No one had ever


fingered her with like that before, pushing her panties up inside,


entering her but not touching her.  She could feel the waistband


being pulled down her cheeks as more and more of her panties were


shoved into her hole.  A girl wasn't supposed to let a man push her


panties up inside her pussy.  The thought of that made her even


hotter, and she moved her hips more lewdly, encouraging him.


     "You like that, don't you, Anna?", he asked, softly,


continuing to kiss her naked back and shoulders.


     "Mmmm, yes, I do.  It's naughty."


     "And you like being a naughty girl?"


     "I like it a lot."


     "Even if naughty girls get spanked, Anna?"


     "Especially if naughty girls get spanked," she said, smiling


to herself.


     Paul slid his finger out of her, amused and pleased by the way


her panties stayed inside, a little opened channel lined with silk


and wet with latino pussy juice.  Standing, he removed his shirt


and pants.  Anna moved as if she were going to get up as well.


     "No, stay there.  Don't move.  I'll do it," Paul said,


stripping the rest of the way and kneeling on the bed beside her.


He very gently slid the dress off Anna's shoulders, tugging it from


under her and down her legs.  He folded it carefully and laid it in


the chair next to the bed.  She was a vision, lying there with


nothing on but the white panties that were in disarray from being


pushed up inside her.  One part of him wanted to kiss her


delightful young body until the sun came up, and another part of


him wanted to use the cat on her and make her cry.


     He moved so that his knees were on either side of her legs and


gently tugged the panties down, pulling them free of her clinging


lips and down her wonderful legs.  The crotch was soaked, and her


aroma was thick and rich and mouth-watering.  Tossing the panties


to the floor, Paul slid toward the end of the bed and began kissing


her legs, beginning at her calves.  He massaged her feet, one at a


time, while he kissed the firm but rounded muscles of her legs, in


no hurry to do anything other than enjoy every inch of her.


     Anna Maria had never had anyone show such patient pleasure in


her body, not even Betty, and certainly none of the men she had


known in the past.  His touch was firm and yet full of gentleness. 


It was almost as if he touched her with reverence.


     Little by little Paul moved up her legs, loving them more with


each new section he covered with his kisses.  In time he had


reached her ass, but his kisses did not stop.  He pressed his lips


to her full cheeks, held them apart with his hands, let his tongue


slide from his lips into her crack to tease her and make her want


his touch deeper and deeper.


     "Spread your legs, assgirl," he said, wishing he could read


her mind as she heard the words.


     Anna opened her legs, shifting her body to move them apart one


at a time.  In the process she felt her lips parting and her cheeks


opening, and she thought of his ability to see her secret treasures


now, even before had seen her breasts or her pubic hair, or even


her navel.  He seemed to be in no hurry to see the rest of her,


content to enjoy the backs of her legs and her ass.  Assgirl.  She


liked it.


     "Good girl.  Now, raise your ass a little.  Make it stick up


in the air a bit for your Master."


     My Master!, Anna thought.  How she loved the sound of it.  She


lifted her hips, pushing back with her upper body to raise her ass


higher, per his request.


     "You have a wonderful ass, Anna," he said, softly, touching it


lightly with his fingers.  "There will be times when your ass will


be all I'll want. I may just want you to show it to me, to perhaps


bend over in front of me and lower your panties.  Or I may spend


hours playing with it, fingering your little asshole, licking you


and kissing you there.  Or I may fuck it deep with my thick cock,


driving you toward the head of the bed with my thrusts.  A good


assgirl will always give her Master her ass, any way he wishes to


have it.  Are you my assgirl, Anna?"


     "Yes, Master," Anna replied, feeling a rush of moisture


gathering at her lips, "I will always be your assgirl."


     Paul knelt between her legs and immediately pushed his tongue


against her anus, by-passing the wet slit below it, in spite of the


hunger he felt to taste her and to wet his face with the juices


that he knew were there.  Anna moaned and worked her hips.  No one


had ever kissed her there before and his tongue was wet and firm


and she wanted to skewer her asshole on it.  Paul pushed as hard as


he could, but she was a tight assgirl and his tongue only flattened


against her.


     "I can't get my tongue inside your ass, Anna," he said,


teasingly.


     "But Master, I want your tongue in my ass."


     "Then we will work to teach you to relax so that Master's


tongue can slide in easily and fuck his little assgirl's ass, won't


we, Anna Maria?"


     At that moment there was nothing that Anna Maria wanted more.


     "Yes, Master.  Please teach me to relax my ass for you."  All


this talk of her ass and Paul's conversational tone of voice which


seemed to wrap all the naughty, nasty, dirty words in fine silk


made Anna Maria crazy with desire.  He hadn't even touched her


clitoris yet, or sucked her breasts and yet she was afire with lust


and hunger for him to take her and use her any way he wished.


     SLAP!!  Paul's hand landed heavy on her left asscheek.


     "Ouch!", Anna Maria exclaimed, her body jerking, the sting


burning at her tender cheek.


     "Now, roll over for me, quickly," he said, moving back to


allow her to turn her body over.  When she complied, he moved


between her legs quickly, lowering his head and putting his mouth


immediately on her sex, kissing her wet lips hungrily and sucking


at her hardened clitoris.  His hands moved to her breasts and


molded them, his thumb and forefinger searching for and finding her


hard little nipples, twirling them and pinching them lightly as his


mouth caressed her wet cunt.


     The suddenness of it all disoriented Anna Maria, and all the


feelings merged together; the sharp stinging pain of his slap, the


incredible sensation of his mouth hungrily working at her wet


pussy, and the tingling eros of his manipulating fingers on her


breasts.


     She felt a rush begin somewhere in her which ran through her


body like a bolt of electricity, lifting her hips from the bed. 


Her hands flew to Paul's head and she instinctively pulled him


tight against her as the orgasm burned its way through her.  With


her head back and her eyes closed tightly, Anna Maria voiced a


plaintive cry which was almost a yelp it was so animalistic. Her


body locked and then shuddered and then locked again.  Only dimly


aware that her wail had changed to something more like grunts, Anna


Maria, the attorney who was barely out of law school, bucked her


hot little hips at her Master, fucking his face lewdly with her wet


and trembling pussy.


     When it was over she collapsed, weakly, her hands falling to


her sides.  Paul moved to lay beside her, his cock a raging demigod


who wanted to fuck this young creature more than it had ever wanted


anything, but denied by the Master who was curiously content to lay


next to her with his hand cradling her breast.





Continued in MRWADE.138....





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