From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)

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Subject: Master Wade's Latin Lust

Date: 8 Oct 1995 09:49:56 GMT

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MRWADE.143                                      By Master Wade











                           Latin Lust





                        Chapter Fourteen











     Paul slipped his paisley-patterned silk smoking jacket on and


checked his hair in the mirror.  What a shame he couldn't have all


this on video, or have his friend Dix here taking 35mm snapshots.


He walked to the door and opened it, smiling broadly at his three


guests.


     "Ladies! Come in, please.  I'm so glad you agreed to come."


     Peggy entered first, stopping long enough to wrap her arms


around Paul and give him a big kiss.  "Paul, you remember Barbara,


I'm sure..."


     "Yes, hello Barbara.  You're as lovely as ever."  He kissed


her cheek lightly.


     "And this is our friend Anne.  Anne, Paul Medlin."


     Anne had a flushed look on her face which Paul immediately


recognized as a mixture of excitement and having just been made to


come.  He glanced quickly at the other two women, making a wild


guess at which one it had been who had done that to her, but


keeping his guess to himself.


     "Anne, I can now understand why I never see Peggy anymore. You


are simply adorable!  I don't know how you got mixed up with this


crowd, but I'm really glad you did.  Please, come on in and make


yourself at home."


     Anne found herself almost at a loss for words. She hadn't


thought about all of this exciting her as much as it did, but the


combination of Barbara's head between her legs on the ride over,


and meeting this wonderfully virile and handsome man was almost too


much for her already, and the "fashion" show hadn't even begun yet. 


She got out a soft but genuine "thank you" and allowed herself to


be led into the great room.


     "I'll fix us all some drinks, but first you have to help me


turn this couch around."


     "Hey, do we look like the Mayflower movers or something?",


Peggy asked, teasingly.


     "You look like three angels from heaven," Paul replied,


chuckling, "and if you are, how about just snapping your fingers so


we don't have to strain our backs?"


     Peggy snapped her fingers, but nothing happened, so the three


of them put their shoulders to the task which was quickly


accomplished.  Paul invited them to take their seats, and began


mixing drinks at the bar.


     As he prepared the drinks, Paul watched the three women in the


mirror that ran the full length of the old antique bar.  He had


known Peggy for years, and could still remember every curve and


hollow of her delightful body.  Never one to be outdone, if she


could help it, Peggy was dressed to kill in a tight little mini


that showed her legs off wonderfully.  Outrageously high heels and


a blouse that must have had a button on it somewhere completed her


outfit.  Paul ran his eyes over her body, remembering the feel of


her baby soft blonde hair brushing his face and of her thighs


clamping him tightly. She knew him only too well, and winking at


him in the mirror, made a big show of crossing her racehorse legs.


     Barbara was a long drink of water, at least 5'10" in her


stocking feet.  Paul had enjoyed watching she and Peggy together,


the redhead and the blonde, and had often wondered what Barbara


would be like, but he knew of her reluctance with men and respected


her prejudices.  It was something of a miracle that anyone actually


ever preferred men to women.  Barbara wore black velvet pants, and


it was no mistake. She was the type of woman who would probably


look wonderful in pants forever.  She also had the biggest tits of


any of the three, a fact that was never lost on Peggy who made up


in exposure what she lacked in size, especially when she was with


Barbara.


     The new one, Anne, was so different from the others that she


almost looked out of place.  She could not have been much over 5'


tall, certainly not taller than 5'2".  Almost everything about her


was petite, from her tiny feet to her thin, short nose.  Only one


feature could be considered big, and that was her eyes, big brown


eyes which seemed to be always open wider than necessary.  They


were the perfect complement to her jet black hair which was cut in


a pageboy style.  Her skin was like Ivory, delicate and creamy,


with only enough faults here and there to confirm her humanity.


     Anne wore a sensible dark green dress with a square cut bodice


and a full skirt.  Paul could never look at a girl like Anne in a


dress like that without envisioning it bunched around her waist,


her legs open, her fingers holding her lips apart.  The soft fabric


of the skirt hung comfortably around her legs as she sat with them


crossed, revealing just a touch of thigh along the bottom of her


right leg.  She wore no stockings, and her pale skin glistened in


the indirect lighting of the greatroom.


     "Alright now, ladies," Paul said as he turned to pass out the


drinks, "here are the ground rules:  The young lady who is modeling


for you is Anna Maria.  If she has ever done anything like this 


before, I don't know about it, but I believe you will be surprised


by the job she does.  I have told her nothing at all about you; in


fact she is probably expecting an entirely male audience.  I can


only guess what here reaction will be when she sees you, but I am


confident she will find this to be a very exciting experience." He


paused to take a sip of his own drink.


     "Now, I hope you will allow Anna Maria to perform for you, and


by that I mean that I will appreciate it if you will exercise some


restraint.  I encourage you to flirt with her, and to exercise all


your subtle seductiveness to excite her, but please remember that


you are not at Chippendales.  You are going  to want to see more of


my little Anna Maria, and her reaction to this evening will have


much to do with whether that happens or not.  Just relax and enjoy


yourselves and follow her lead, please.  Any questions?"


     Peggy uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with her hands on


her thighs, purposely displaying her charms.  "Are we permitted to


touch, Master?"


     Paul smiled.  Peggy seldom called him Master in the presence


of others, usually only when she wanted something.


     "You may touch her anywhere, all of you. But even if she is


willing, even if she initiates it, I do not want her making love to


anyone but me tonight.  Make her want it all you can, and allow her


to turn you on all you want to, but save that for another time.


Okay?"


     The girls all nodded in agreement.  Anne, much to her


surprise, found herself blushing at his remarks.


     "Any other questions?  No?  Alright, bear with me one moment,


while I check to see if our little starlet is ready."


     Paul opened the door to the bedroom and looked in.  Anna Maria


was dressed, sitting at the makeup table putting the finishing


touches on her eyelashes.  He slipped in quietly and stood behind


her, putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing the top of her


head.


     "I'm so nervous, Master.  I really want to please you so


much."


     "And I know you will, Anna.  Just be your adorable, natural


self, and you'll be fine.  I'll be standing behind them, and you


will always be able to see me.  If I want you to do something


special I'll give you a signal you'll be able to understand.  Are


you ready?"


     Anna Maria turned and kissed his hand softly, laying her head


against his arm.  "Yes," she replied, quietly with a sigh of


resignation, "I'm ready."


     Paul walked through the door ahead of her, reached back to


take her hand, and presented his new slave to the anxious audience


of hungry women.


     "Ladies, allow me to present...Anna Maria!"


     Anna Maria had expected there to be at least one woman in the


group, but it had never dawned on her that they would all be women.


She felt a momentary twinge of disappointment, based primarily on


the fantasizing she had been doing all evening.  But as she took a


deep curtsy and looked at the three women, her disappointment


quickly changed to a mixture of relief and excitement.  She felt


much more relaxed already than she would have been had there been


men in the group.  She could almost pretend that she was just doing


it for Betty now.  But thinking of Betty would make her wet, and


goodness knows, she would be wet enough as it was.


     


Continued in MRWADE.144....





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