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MRWADE.140                                      By Master Wade











                           Latin Lust





                         Chapter Eleven











     Anna Maria was only barely aware that he had left the room. 


She had never come so hard in her young life.  She had hated the


words he had made her say.  She was no slut!  But in spite of her


denial, she knew she would never have come as strongly if he had


not required that of her.  And she certainly had come like a slut,


and begged like a slut to be allowed to come.  These thoughts and


others all kept her company while Paul was out of the room.  She


looked around, trying to see a clock, but there was none in the


room within her field of view.


     Her body began cooling off, and she cold feel the change in


temperature on her pussy lips more than anywhere.  It's my juices


evaporating, I guess, she reasoned.  If he stays gone long enough


I'll get dry, probably.  That is if I don't have to pee before that


happens.  Suddenly that was a troubling possibility which she


hadn't considered before.  What if he didn't come back before that


happened?  Shit.  Literally!  No...she wouldn't do that. She


couldn't do that.  Besides, he wouldn't stay gone that long.  There


should be a clock in here!


     Time seemed to be standing still, and Anna could feel her arms


growing tired of being forced in their position.  What was he


doing?  She strained to listen, hoping she would hear his movements


in the other room, but she could hear nothing.  What if he had left


the condo?  Who knows where he might have gone, or when he might


let her go.  She grew more and more concerned as she considered all


the possibilities, and although she couldn't discount the


possibility that it was all in her head, her bladder suddenly felt


very full.


     Paul came back at almost the precise moment that she had vowed


she would scream for him if he didn't.  She was full of questions,


and she asked them all in a rush, not even stopping to allow him to


answer.  When she finally did, Paul only smiled warmly at her and


told her that he had only been out of the room for fifteen minutes,


that he would certainly allow her to go to the bathroom when she


really needed to, and that it was time for her to come again.


     He made her say the same words over again, stimulating her in


the same slow and tantalizing way he had before, and once more she


had lustily hissed and hunched and writhed in her bonds until yet


another powerful orgasm overcame her.


     This was repeated every fifteen minutes.  Not once did he put


his cock into her, or even allow himself to come, although he


often grew hard from witnessing her passionate responsiveness.


     After her fourth orgasm, after calling herself practically


every slutty phrase she had ever imagined, and a few she had not,


and after reaching a point where she was genuinely beginning to


hope that this delicious torture would never end, Paul untied her


wrists and ankles, and allowed her to make a trip to the bathroom.


When she returned, he lay her back on the bed on her side and bound


her once more, her arms behind her back this time, wrists and


ankles tied together with the soft scarves.


     She felt something cold touching her ass, and then there was


the realization that he was using something to lubricate her anus.


She felt his fingertip slide inside her, and gave a little gasp,


but the pain was nothing, really.  It was merely a momentary


feeling of discomfort, which was quickly replaced by a new and


interestingly different feeling of arousal which was centered there


where he was pushing more of his single finger into her.


     Paul went as slowly as possible, allowing her sphincter to


relax just a little before putting more of his finger inside.  When


he had inserted most of it, he simply held it there, allowing the


young attorney to become accustomed to having a finger up her ass.


     For some reason, Anna Maria felt no compulsion to speak, nor,


apparently, did Paul.  He simply sat there quietly, caressing her


ass softly with his free hand, while he held his other hand at her


opening, his middle finger poked inside her.  Very slowly he moved


his finger slightly, watching her response.  Seeing no sign of


pain, he slid the finger back and forth just a little, continuing


to watch her face.  When he was satisfied with her state of


acceptance, Paul slid his finger out of her.


     It hurt a little when Paul took the finger out of her ass, and


she felt him get up from the bed and heard a drawer opening


somewhere behind her.  His weight settled on the bed once again,


and again there was the coldness against her anal opening.


     "This is a very small butt plug, Anna," he said, quietly.


     Anna turned her head, trying to see exactly what a butt plug


looked like, but she couldn't see.  She felt the tip of it pushing


against her, and felt her sphincter tighten on its on.


     "It won't hurt you.  It isn't much bigger than my finger,


Anna. Just relax."


     His words were comforting, and she felt her hole yielding to


the entrance of the invading plug.  She felt him push harder,


although still slowly, and there was a moment which had the


markings of pain, but it disappeared quickly as he reached the apex


of the plug's taper and as she felt her sphincter closing around


the smaller base of the plug.  She felt full, but not uncomfortably


so.  Oh well, she thought to herself with a touch of amusement, I


won't have to worry about that bathroom problem as long as that's


in there.


     "Will you be okay for a while now?", he asked her gently.


     "Yes, I think so.  Are you leaving the room now?"


     "Yes, for a while.  I won't leave the condo, so don't worry. 


I'll never be out of your hearing if you need something.  Are the


scarves okay?  Nothing's too tight?"


     "It's all fine, Master.  Don't stay gone too long though. 


Please?"


     Paul wondered how any man could stay away from such a


delightful girl for very long, but he assured her that he would be


coming back shortly.  Before he left her, he took one last look at


her ass, seeing the flesh colored base of the butt plug pressed


against her olive cheeks.


     "You look good with a plug in your ass," he said, walking out


the door without giving her time to respond.





     Paul slid on his robe and sat down at the computer table.  He


made notes of his reactions to Anna Maria thus far in the file he


was building on her, tracking her progress and adding any new


information that he had about her to the growing list.  Something


she had said earlier caught his attention, and he picked up the


phone to dial his friend Dean at the law school.


     "Hey, buddy," Paul said, as Dean answered.


     "Look, I need another favor.  Anna Maria mentioned that she


roomed with a girl named Betty while she was there.  Can you check


it out for me and have someone stick a photo in my box downstairs? 


Give me everything you've got on her, okay?  Yes, everything. 


Especially that."


     He hung up the phone.  Nothing to do now, but wait.





     Betty drove staight to Anna's house when she got out of work.


She had promised to feed the cats and to check her mail for


anything that looked important while she was at Paul's.


     Seeing nothing in the mail that looked as if it needed


attending too, and feeding the lonely looking cats their alloted


portions, Betty walked into the bedroom, remembering with fondness


their heated love-making.  The clothes hamper next to her chest


caught Betty's attention, and her mouth began watering as she


walked to it and considered what she was about to do.  Opening the


lid, she reached into the clothes inside, searching for and finding


exactly what she had hoped to find, the last pair of panties that


Anna had worn the day they were together.


     Sitting on the edge of the bed, Betty raised the tiny panties


to her face, breathing in the smell of her girlfriend.  Her first


awareness was of the perfume, one of the terribly expensive french


perfumes that Anna had eagerly purchased on one of their shopping


trips.  She turned the panties in her hands, orienting the crotch


so that it faced her.  She pressed her nose into the still damp


material, finally breathing in the most beautiful perfume she knew,


the sweet yet pungent smell of Anna Maria's pussy.  With her eyes


closed and the panties held tightly to her face, Betty lay back on


the bed, her hand sliding quickly under the waistband of her


slacks.





     Paul heard the announcement tone of his security system,


alerting him that someone had placed something inside his mail box


downstairs.  He called the security desk and asked that they send


his mail up, which was done promptly.


     Accepting the package from one of the young girls the


building employed to run such errands, Paul wondered for a moment


what her reaction would be if she could see Anna Maria laying on


the bed in the other room.  They were much the same size, although


this girl was anything but Latino.  Her skin was pale almost to the


point of whiteness, but there was a youthfulness about her that


made it erotic rather than unattractive.  He imagined for a moment


what the contrast of their skin would be like as it touched, but


then tipped her and closed the door.


     He opened the door to the balcony and sat in one of the chairs


outside, the sounds of the city barely reaching him from below.  It


was good to have a friend like Dean who could be of so much help


and who always responded so quickly to his requests.  He must


remember to repay the favor sometime.


     The dosier on Betty was remarkably complete, including, at no


great surprise, knowing Dean as he did, information on her sexual


preferences.  It was a good photo, her senior picture, and Paul


studied it for some time.  There was something vaguely familiar


about her, but on the other hand she could be one of a hundred


blonde college girls that he had eyed and briefly fantasized about.


He read the specifics on her height and weight, her measurements,


and grinned broadly when he found the words he almost knew would be


there: "Bisexual".  That didn't have to mean that she had been


involved with Anna Maria, of course, but the odds were good.  At a


minimum it was a good sign that Anna would be open-minded about


such things, having lived with someone who enjoyed other girls.


     Paul noted her current address, checked again to make sure


that she was still single, walked back into the great room and


dialed the number listed as her home number on the sheet.


     The answering machine cut in on the third ring.


     "Hi, I'm not home at the moment, but if this is Anna, I'm


dying to hear from you.  Call me at your house!"


     Paul hung the phone up and smiled to himself.





Continued in MRWADE.141....





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