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Subject: Master Wade's Latin Lust

Date: 8 Oct 1995 09:48:38 GMT

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MRWADE.141                                          By Master Wade














                           Latin Lust





                         Chapter Twelve














     Paul walked back into the room and sat on the bed next to


Anna.


     "Are you okay, precious?", he asked, touching her cheek


lightly.


     "Yes, Master.  But I'm glad you're back.  I was getting


lonely."


     "I missed you too.  How's the plug?"


     "I've stayed wet the whole time it's been in there. Is that


good?"


     "Yes, I'd say so.  It doesn't bother you?"


     "No.  I think it might if it were any bigger, but actually, it


feels pretty good being in there.  Sort of a constant reminder."


     Paul smiled.  She caught on quickly.


     "I have another one that I want to put in your pussy.  Would


you like that?"


     "I'm hardly in any position to complain, Master," she replied,


smiling naughtily.  "You know I want something in there.  I must


admit I was thinking of your cock though."


     "It's good for you to think of my cock, little piece.  But


right now I want to try this plug."


     Paul got up and opened the drawer again.  This time he showed


her the plug before inserting it.  It was made very much like the


anal plug she now had in her ass, except rather than being tapered


from point to base, it was shaped exactly like a man's cock, only


shorter than most.


     Anna giggled.  "Ohhhh, I like that, Master!  That's cute! I've


never seen anything like that before."


     "Well, it's really made to go in your ass, like the other one,


but I think for now it will work better in your pussy."


     "Will you eventually be putting it in my ass?"


     "Yes, Anna.  When you can handle it okay."


     "When I can take that one in my ass you'll be able to fuck me


back there, won't you?"


     "Yes.  That's exactly right.  We'll work up to this one, and


when you handle it well, there won't be any question about whether


you can take me or not."


     "And then I'll be a really good assgirl, won't I, Master?"


     "Yes, precious.  You'll be the best."


     "I'm looking forward to that, Master."


     "I know, baby.  Now lets see if we can slide this thing in


that little pussy of yours."


     Paul touched her lips, checking their condition, and found


that Anna was right.  She was still very wet.  He pressed the head


of the cock-shaped plug into the soft folds of her sex and felt it


slide in effortlessly.


     "Mmmmmm...that's NICE, Master!", she cooed, wiggling her hips


slightly.


     "Now both your bottom holes have something in them, Anna.  I'm


going to untie you for a bit and let you enjoy a bit of freedom of


movement for a while."


     He undid the scarves that held her arms and legs together.  It


felt wonderful to be able to move them freely once again, but


underneath her relief, Anna Maria was suprised to find a bit of


disappointment lurking as well, and an inner, if momentarily


dormant, hunger for him to do it to her again.


     Anna rubbed her wrists and opened her legs, enjoying the


abililty to move them.


     "Oops...the one in my pussy is sliding out, Master," she said,


and reached down to push it back inside.  "Mmmmm...gee, I like that


sliding feeling...ooooh."


     Paul grinned and lay on his side and watched her push it back


up inside herself.  As much as he loved to have her bound, he had


to admit that watching her move was one of his greatest pleasures.


     "There, that's got it," she said, putting her legs back


together a bit to hold it inside of herself, and rolling over onto


her back.  She reached for him and pulled his head to hers, kissing


him fully on the mouth, her perfumed scent flooding him with


instant desire.


     Paul slid his hand to her crotch and placed his hand against


the two plugs that filled her pussy and ass.  He pushed gently on


both of them with his fingers, and felt Anna respond immediately. 


He began a rhythmic pattern of pushing the plugs in and letting


them slide back out slightly before pushing them back again,


fucking her with the two embedded adult toys.  Her legs opened and


her hips began moving again, encouraging him.


     If anyone had told Paul that he would be doing this to this


young girl who had so captivated him from her first day in the


firm, Paul would have laughed.  As much as he was inclined to


fantasize about women he found attractive to him, it had taken him


quite some time to even allow himself to consider that she might


allow such a thing to happen.  She was just so much younger, and so


terribly attractive.  Yet here she was, naked, her tongue dancing


in his mouth, her hips pumping hotly at rubber plugs he'd stuck in


her holes.


     These thoughts and Anna's eager mouth brought Paul's neglected


cock to full staff, and it sprung out of the opening of his robe,


touching Anna's hip.


     "Mmmmm, Master...what is this?", she teased, reaching for him.


Her hand caressed his cock, and she bent her head to look at him,


smiling and stroking him softly.


     "I think I would very much like to have it in your mouth,


Anna," he said, flatly.


     "Professional women don't suck cock, do they, Master?", she


asked, wickedly.


     "Perhaps not, Anna.  But you will, won't you, my pet?"


     "Any time you snap your fingers, Master.  ANY time."


     Paul's smile spread across his face, and he raised his hand


from her crotch and snapped his fingers loudly.


     Anna raised herself and turned around, putting her hand


between her legs to prevent the plugs from sliding out as she


repositioned herself.  She straddled his head with her knees,


supporting herself on her free arm.  Paul reached up and began


working the plugs again, enjoying the close proximity of them to


his face as she hovered above him, her legs apart, her ass high.


     Freed from the responsibility of holding the cock-shaped plug


in her pussy, Anna Maria took Paul's cock in her hand and pointed


it toward her descending mouth.  Her tongue slithered from between


her lips to wet him, and then flattened in her mouth to allow the


head and shaft of him to slide into her mouth toward her throat.


     Paul's body tensed with the touch of her tongue.  It was a


moment he wanted to relish, this first acceptance of his cock by


her mouth.  There had been other slaves who had been required to


kneel in front of him in the floor and suck his ejaculate out of


him before he would even begin training them, and the temptation to


require that of Anna had been there as well.  But the truth was


that Paul was having to acclimate himself to seeing Anna Maria as


a slave, just as he was opening her own eyes to that vision of


herself.  It was almost too powerful an image to be able to accept


it all at once, and to maintain any kind of control at the same


time.


     But now her mouth was on him, working him between lips and


tongue, and she took him so deeply that her throat yielded and her


nose pressed against his balls and there was no question that this


mere girl had taken cocks in her mouth before.


     There was a touch of regret in that.  He wished selfishly that


he had known her when no cock had touched her before.  She still


projected that image, and yet her skillful manipulation of his


rigid shaft in her mouth denied such a fantasy.  He pushed at the


two plugs harder, a welcomed mini-punishment for having been with


other men.  He would use whatever disappointment there was that she


had serviced other men in her past and channel it to make her


passion and desire for him even greater.  Before she had been


almost too perfect to spank or to whip, but this confirmation of


her as a cock-sucking girl would allow that now.  His discipline


and his punishment of her would come to him now more easily and the


red flush of her trembling cheeks would wash her as white as snow.


     She was very good.  So good that Paul sped up his efforts with


the two plugs in her butt, knowing that her mouth was on an almost


undeniable quest for cum.  She moaned deeply, the sound heard in


her throat, and worked her hips above his face, loving the feeling


of the two plugs filling her and of his fingers pushing at their


protruding bases.


     There was no escaping arousal.  With his eyes open he was


faced with a closeup view of her inner thighs, her olive skin moist


and fresh and young, and of her naked ass working in lewd circles,


the two fucking toys stuck inside her.  With them closed his


attention was severely draw to her mouth and the fucking it was


giving his thick cock.


     The quick pumping up and down of her hips told him that she


was on her way, and she slid her mouth to the head of his dick,


pumping his shaft with her hand, almost begging him to feed her at


the same time her own orgasm screamed away inside her.  This double


exhibition by her body that she was exploding within was just the


push over the edge needed to make Paul empty himself into her, and


he thought that he could feel her mouth smile at the results, even


as she continued to hold him between her lips.


     The cum came hard after all the denial he had forced upon his


cock, and it shot wildly into her.  His ass clenched, and he


grabbed at her hips, and spurt after spurt jerked into her mouth.


     Her hips jerked as she matched him, and in a momentary loss of


body control her knees slipped on the sheets causing her to fall


down at him, her plugs now mashed against his face. In spite of


this she continued hunching, now grinding her plugged butt against


his chin and nose, her mouth locked on his spewing meat, her throat


muscles working to swallow the rapid outpouring of his semen.





     When it was over, he bathed her and lay her on the sheets and


rubbed scented lotion onto her body.  He pulled the top sheet over


her and kissed her, telling her to rest.  She was asleep in


moments.  While she slept, Paul cleaned the plugs and put them


away. Then he sat at his computer and added to the growing list of


things Anna Maria had experienced and that he had learned about


her. When he was done, he picked up the phone and dialed.


     "Peggy?  Paul.  I was wondering if you'd do me a favor?"


     "Probably, Master.  Especially if it has something to do with


your new girl!  Is that what it's about?", replied Peggy, the


sounds of the busy weight machines in the background.


     "Yes.  Is the trio still intact these days?"


     Peggy smiled warmly.  She was pleased he remembered.


     "Yes, it is.  As a matter of fact, we're having dinner


together tonight."


     "Wonderful!  Do you have any plans after dinner?  The three of


you?"


     "Nothing that can't be changed, for sure, Paul.  What do you


have in mind?"


     Paul told her of his plans and was pleased by her eager


acceptance of them.


     "That sounds great, Paul.  I wish there could be more, but


that will come in time, won't it?  Or do I even have to ask?"


     "I won't forget you, Peggy.  If it works as well as I think,


there will be lots more, for all three of you.  Is ten too late?"


     "No, that should be fine.  Paul...thanks alot."





     Paul placed the reciever back on it's cradle and wrapped the


robe around himself.  He walked out onto the balcony again and


leaned against the railing.  The street below was busy with traffic


from the emptying parking deck nearby. He thought about all that


had happened so far and how conveniently things seemed to be


slipping into place. It was amazing how smoothly things worked at


times, and how impossible they could be at other times.


     Paul suddenly realized how late it was and that neither of


them had eaten since breakfast.  Daylight savings time was nice,


but it almost forced one to wear a watch, something Paul detested.


He checked the clock in the kitchen.  Damn! It was nearly seven


thirty.  He was even more amazed that Peggy had agreed to help him


on such short notice.


     There wasn't time for anything really special, and he would


just have to hope that Anna Maria would appreciate his home-made


pizza.  He checked the freezer.  Luckily some of the crusts he had


prepared and frozen were still there.


     Twenty minutes later the pizza was done, and he carried it and


a couple of beers into the bedroom.  He set the food on the small


table between the chairs and gently woke Anna.  He had wanted her


to sleep longer, but there was not time for that now.


     She awoke, groggily, but happily, smelling the pizza and


understandably hungry.  Paul handed her one of her gowns and she


slipped it on and sat down, helping herself to a slice of pizza as


he opened the beers.


     "Have you ever thought about being a model, Anna?", he asked


her, between bites.


     "Funny you should ask that," she said, smiling and wiping the


corner of her mouth.  "My friend Betty is always saying what a good


model I would make.  As I told her, I'm not tall enough for that.


I think I'll make more money practicing law too, don't you?"


     "Probably, yes.  Not all models are so tall though, you know.


It's the body that counts, and you've certainly got that."


     "Thank you, Master.  I like modeling, it just isn't anything


I ever really considered doing for a living."


     "Will you be my model, Anna?"


     "I think I am already, don't you?", she said, remembering


fondly how he had shown him all her clothes.


     "Yes, but I mean will you model things for my friends?"


     "Ohhhh...I see.  What sorts of things, Master?"


     "Whatever I choose, Anna."


     "Yes, I guess I should have known that would be the answer.


How many friends are we talking about here, Master?  Betty and I


model for each other all the time, but I've never done that for a


group of people before."


     "Just a small group.  Three or four people maybe.  A very


private showing."


     Anna Maria grinned suspiciously.  "Very private, huh?  I


suppose I'll wind up showing them everything, won't I?"


     "If you would rather not, you don't have to. You tell me what


your limits are, and I'll respect them."


     "But you want me to show everything, don't you?"


     "Well, Anna...everything you have is beautiful.  My friends


are very discreet.  If they weren't I wouldn't even suggest it."


     "Is showing all there will be?  I mean, are these friends


going to fuck me too?"


     Paul chuckled softly.  Find a pecker on these friends and you


win a prize, he thought to himself.


     "No, they won't fuck you, Anna.  I guess that means one of


your limits is not fucking my friends?"


     "I'm not really sure about my limits, Master.  Somehow I think


you're going to change them all anyway.  When do you want me to do


this for you?"


     "Tonight."


     "Tonight!  Gosh...that's pretty soon, isn't it?"


     "Well, perhaps I should have mentioned it to you sooner.  I


can call them and ask them to wait until another time, if you


prefer."


     "No, it's okay, I guess.  I mean, I'm not going anywhere, am


I?" She smiled warmly at him.  "You just sort of caught me by


surprise."


     "Good.  They'll be here at ten, which still gives us some time


to think about what you'll model for them."


     "Well, it isn't very much time.  I need to spend some time on


my makeup, and do my nails...gosh, I'd better get busy!"


     She drank the rest of her beer and jumped up, disappearing


through the door and into her room.  Paul grinned at her


enthusiastic willingness.  This might be something that Anna Maria


had wanted more than he had imagined.  Yes, this might work out


very well, indeed.





Continued in MRWADE.142....





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