From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Master Wade's Latin Lust Date: 8 Oct 1995 09:47:13 GMT Organization: Wade's World Mime-Version: 1.0 Message-ID: <4586n1$kbc@hemisphere.neocomm.net> MRWADE.139 By Master Wade Latin Lust Chapter Ten Anna Maria was surprised, but pleased, when Paul served her breakfast in bed the following morning. She sat up in bed, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes as he set the wicker bed-tray across her lap. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, fried apples, even grits, which she had never believed she could come to enjoy, but which she truly did like, were served on that same beautiful china he'd set the table with when they had dinner only two nights ago. The aroma of the coffee and bacon was wonderful, and the buttered toast begged for her attention, which it promptly recieved. Paul set his own tray on the bed at her feet and pulled up a small chair for himself. They made small conversation while they ate. Paul was fascinated, but excited, by the ease with which Anna sat there eating with her naked breasts totally exposed to him, and while he saw no reason to comment on it, his eyes gave him away, much to Anna Maria's secret pleasure. Anyone who knew her at work would not imagine her to be so at ease with her own nakedness, but that was exactly as she liked for it to be. The truth was that she loved showing herself off. Exhibitionism was a passion to her, but one which she carefully and pleasurably controlled, meting out just as much exposure as she chose at any time, always aware of what she was doing and of the effect it had on those who witnessed it. She felt the power of her young body and thrilled at her ability to use that power to get what she wanted. Even the most innocent and simple things, the crossing of her legs, placing her hand at her breast, bending without allowing her knees to flex, the careful selection of the clothing that she wore, all those things could be powerfully controlled, and with Anna Maria, they always were. Paul ate more quickly, and while Anna finished, he ran a bath for her, adding a sensuously aromatic herbal bath which Anna could not identify, but which she very much liked. While she luxuriated in the wonderfully hot water, Paul showered in the master bath (how appropriately named in his case, she thought). When he was done he slid on an elegant silk robe and sat on a small stool next to the large tub, watching her wash herself with the fragrant soapy water. "I made arrangements for us to be away from work for a while, Anna," he said, as he drank in the beautiful contrast of the white soap on her olive skin. "Well, that's nice, but I have the Reynolds case, and it can't wait. John Reynolds secretary has called nearly every day to check on my progress on that one." "I know. I spoke with John, and told him that you'd be out of the office helping me but that the papers would be on his desk by Friday." "They won't be if I can't go to work, Paul." "Miller will do the records search and prepare the deeds. Sandra knows to get them ready and to send them over the first thing Friday morning." "And the other cases? I suppose you took care of all of them too?" "Yes. There were a couple of them that I could see would need your personal attention, and I'll make sure you get to the office to work on them during the week. But all the pressure is off, Anna. You don't have to worry about anything except being here with me." "It's wonderful not to have to worry about that, Paul, but really...I take my work very seriously, and I don't know how I feel about you stepping in without my knowledge and assigning my work to other people. I'm sorry, but I have to tell you how I feel about it." "I understand, and wouldn't expect you to feel any other way, Anna. You must understand that this is an unusual situation. For us to be really free from the office, I had to convince them that you were indeed helping me, which in their eyes would have made it natural for me to have made arrangements where your cases were concerned. I'll never interfere in your work because of our personal relationship. I merely handled this just as I would have if we were indeed working on a legal case together." Anna smiled at him and relaxed again. "Tell me honestly. What do you think of my legal work?" "You're very good. You would never have been hired if we had thought you wouldn't be good, of course, but everyone has been pleasantly surprised so far. You have avoided making many of the mistakes that most of us made when we began, and you seem to have a wonderful rapport with your clients. You don't seem to get behind with your caseload and all the girls in the office really like you. I read through the Wilson brief the other day and, frankly, I was surprised at what a good job you did with it. That would have been a tough one for any of us, but you handled it really well. Probably better than I would have, to be honest." "Thanks," Anna Maria replied, standing up and drying herself off. "It makes me feel better to know that you can see me both as a good lawyer, and a good fuck." "Who ever said you were a good fuck?", Paul said, laughing and making it through the door just as the double-handfull of water hit him in the back. Betty's first thoughts when she awoke that morning were of Anna Maria. She was dying to know how her evening had gone, and what it was like to be with Paul. She hadn't told Anna Maria, but Paul had often been in her fantasies, even before she heard of his interest in Dominance and submission. Paul, she was sure, wouldn't remember her, but she had attended some aerobics classes at the club, and had watched him working out on the weight machines. He had fascinated her, and she knew in her heart of hearts that it was not his tightly muscled body or rugged good looks that had excited her most. There was an inner quality about him that spoke much more loudly to Betty then, and to Anna Maria now. Later, when she heard of Paul's sexual predelictions from her sister, Betty began to understand more about the nature of that inner quality of Paul's which had excited her so much. What she found most difficult to understand was why she was attracted to that part of him. Her father had been a dominant man, but goodness knows, she had never had any kinky thoughts about her father. And if that had anything to do with it, why hadn't her sister responded to Paul's interests in the same way that Betty had? Then again, perhaps she did, but couldn't let anyone know. I guess what really matters, Betty thought to herself, as she slid her hand down her belly and between her legs, is not why I find him so compelling, but that my best friend in the whole world is fucking him. My best friend with the pussy that is so good one is tempted to slide a silver platter under her ass before eating her. My best friend who kisses me with a passion that I've never known in anyone before, male or female. My best friend who got so hot thinking about ME fucking Paul that she was like a wild animal. Betty kicked at the covers and simultaneously slid her left hand under her ass. When it was time, she would come while rubbing her clit furiously, as usual, but right now she wanted fingers inside. At least two from the top, and two from the bottom. Anna Maria did as Paul asked, and lay all her lingerie out on the bed. While he sat in one of the two chairs in the grouping by the window of her room, Anna Maria stood naked and held up each piece for him to see, putting on items when he asked her to, but immediately removing them, per his request, when he had seen her in it as long as he wished to. It took quite a while to go through it all; Anna was a lingerie fancier herself, and still a bit of a girl scout. She was always prepared. When she had satisfied his interest in her underthings, she took the items she had hung in the closet out one by one and allowed him to see them, holding them up to her body so that he could have some idea of how they would look on her. None of this was an unpleasant task for Anna Maria. She enjoyed it, especially the fact that she was naked throughout most of the process. It was one thing to dress in a dressing room or behind a screen, and then to emerge to show a man how lovely you were. It was something else to parade around nude in front of him, not even bothering to put the clothes you showed him on. "Do you know how to take up the hem on a dress, Anna?", he asked, after she had shown him a very clingy violet colored dress that she could tell he really liked. "Of course. Who do you think hemmed all my sister's dresses? The ones that got me through college?" "Good. That dress needs to be shorter." "This one? You haven't seen what happens when I sit down in it yet. Besides, it's so tight it's almost like not having anything on anyway." "Will you hem it, or will I simply cut it off about four inches shorter than I had planned on having you hem it, Anna?" "I'll hem it, of course, Master," she replied, making another mental note to herself. She loved a bit of exhibitionism, but she didn't want to be arrested for indecent exposure. She was beginning to see that Paul didn't need much help in making his mind up about things. By the time they had concluded Paul's examination of Anna Maria's clothing it was lunchtime. When she had asked him to select something for her to wear during lunch, Paul had handed her a pair of red high heels. "I guess this means we're not going out for lunch?", Anna Maria said, a playful smile working at her lips. "Good guess!", Paul replied. "You know there are some people who think women look better IN clothes," she said. "That's probably true, Anna, but somehow, I doubt that there are any of those people in this condo at the moment," he replied, wondering if she could know the full meaning of his statement. "I won't argue with you there, Master," she said, smiling. If you only knew how much I enjoy seeing a woman naked, she thought to herself, with visions of Betty filling her with a quick rush. Paul didn't touch her during lunch, but it pleased him to watch her eating nude, while he was fully dressed, albeit casually. He allowed her to put the dishes away, taking in every movement of her body as she walked around in the heels. He especially liked the way her ass moved when she walked in the heels, and he made a mental note to include that in his textfile in the computer when he got a chance. Anna was very graceful, and she had none of the "waddle" in her walk that some women did when wearing heels that high. Paul actually found that rather awkward movement exciting at times, but it was a very personal thing. It looked great when some women did it, not so great when others did. He had a feeling that Anna would look marvelous either way. "Strip the covers off my bed, Anna," Paul said, when she was done in the kitchen. "Leave only the bottom sheet, and then lay down on it in the center, on your back." Anna complied, without questioning him, and while she was doing that, Paul removed some satin scarves from his dresser. Going to each corner of the bed, he reached under the box-springs and pulled out a leather straps with large D-rings at their unattached ends and flipped them over onto the bed. He tied one corner of each scarf to the D-ring and then to Anna's wrists and ankles. Anna was immediately aroused. She had never been tied before, and as the soft scarves tightened around her extremeties she felt a delicious sensation of being...of being "available", she supposed it was. There was no way to close her legs, no way to cover her breasts with her folded arms or to place her hands over her crotch. "You've been mine from the start, Anna," Paul said to her softly, as he slipped out of his own clothing. "You've been mine, but you have never been as totally mine as you are at this moment. Your mouth is mine, your breasts and nipples are mine. Your flat little school-girlish belly is mine. Your naked cunt is mine. Your hard little clitoris, your swelling labia, the inner lips that are even now growing wet, your tight little virginal anus is mine." "Yes, Master," Anna said, finding the calm quiet way he said those words making her breathing difficult. He sat on the bed next to her, circling her navel with the tip of his finger while he continued. "I can fuck you any way it pleases me now, Anna. You can't stop me. All you can do is take dick. And if I don't want to fuck you, there's nothing you can do about that either. All you can really do is just lay there naked with your legs apart and your hot little cunt juices leaking out onto the sheets, clenching your ass and wishing that you could feel me deep inside your little hole. The time you spend being bound can either be a constant rush of pleasure for you, or a frustrating voyage on a rolling sea of need which you think will never end." Paul moved his eyes from hers and purposely stared at her nipples, sliding his finger down her belly to the top of her slit, probing for her clit. The moisture he felt there pleased him, but he knew there would be much more of it soon. "You see, Anna, one of the nice things about having all this time with you and being so free of all our obligations, is that I can take all the time I want with you. I don't have anywhere to go, or anything else to do. And you're not really in any position to go anywhere or do anything yourself, are you?" "No, Master," Anna replied, having to clear her throat to get the rest of the words out, "not while I'm tied here like this, for sure." "Yes, and I'll decide how long you'll be tied there like that. And I'll decide whether your clitoris is to be played with like this, or whether it is to be licked with my wet tongue, or whether you can have anything inside you or not, or even whether or not you can come or not." "I want to come, Master. I want to come hard, and often." "I know you do, precious," he said, working her hard little clit more seriously, and still staring at her tits. "I think I can come right now, Master," Anna said, her hips beginning to work. "But I just started playing with you, Anna. Professional women don't come that fast, do they? I thought only sluts came that fast." "I'm not a slut, Master," Anna said, her hips working faster. "No, I'm sure you aren't, Anna," he said, taking her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and pinching it softly. "Make me come, Master. Please." Her hips moved more deeply now, pushing her ass down into the mattress, her wrists and ankles pulling at the scarves as her passion grew to a fever pitch, more quickly than either of them had expected it might. "Professional women don't beg to come, either, do they, Anna? I thought only sluts begged to come." "I don't care, Master. I just want to come." "You don't care, Anna? You're begging to come. Surely you must care." "I don't care if sluts beg. Put a finger in!" "Well, we need to know whether you're a professional woman or a slut, Anna, before you can come." He held her slippery clit more tightly, almost feeling it swell between his fingers. He could very slightly rub it between his fingers and make her go off like a firecracker, but instead he held her very still, making her hunch at him. "I don't know which, Master. Please. Make me!" Her body was rolling now as she struggled at the scraves, her hips pumping. God, she wished he would move his hand more! She needed to be rubbed, rubbed really hard and fast! Paul released her clit and stood up, moving toward the door. "Well, you think about that, Anna, and when you figure it out, you call for me." He started moving through the door. "I'm a SLUT!!, damn it! Don't leave me!!", she cried, raising her head from the bed, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and deep desire. "You needn't yell, Anna," Paul said softly, as he moved back to the bed. He sat beside her again, his hand moving back to her pussy. This time he began rubbing the entire upper part of her sex with his fingers in small circles, feeling her pubic hair tangling from his movements. "Now, Anna, very quietly you can tell me what you are if you like." His voice was so soft she could barely hear him, and he stared straight into her eyes. "I'm a slut, Master," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "Again, Anna," he said, rubbing just a bit faster. "I'm a slut, Master. A very hot slut. Your slut." "Good girl, Anna. Just keep saying it. Keep thinking it." "Slut. Hot slut. Master's slut girl. I'm a slut," she repeated very softly, her voice thick and heavy with need. Paul bent down to her chest and took one of her nipples between his teeth. He bit it, gently at first, but at the same time he that he took hold of her clit once more, he bit down more firmly on the little nub in his mouth. Anna's voice grew louder. "Slut..slut...slut..I'm Paul's slut...Anna slut..lawyer slut..Professional slut...God...slut,slut,slut,slut..." Paul's thumb and forefinger clamped down on her clit like a vice, and he opened his mouth, quickly working as much of her tit into his mouth as he possibly could. He sucked hard, working at her tit with his mouth, drawing it deeper into his mouth as he squeezed and rubbed her clit between his thumb and finger. Anna Maria's recitation abruptly stopped and she drew in a deep breath, which she held for nearly five seconds, her legs stiffening, her back arching. Then in a great outrush of air and a trembling that caused her thighs to quiver, Anna Maria came. When she was done, and while her chest was still rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, Paul kissed her softly and the mouth, and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Continued in MRWADE.140..... 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