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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.144 - Latin Lust - Chapter Fifteen

Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:47:15 GMT

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MRWADE.144                                     By Master Wade














                           Latin Lust





                         Chapter Fifteen











     Paul gave Anna Maria's hand a squeeze and kissed her softly on


the cheek.  Leaving her, he walked to the stereo and began


Brubeck's Brandenburg Gate album.  He didn't expect any of the


others to know it, or perhaps to even care for it, but he liked it,


and it would serve as a good background for Anna Maria; rhythmic


and sensual without being distracting.


     Anna Maria walked in an arc in front of the couch, her posture


perfect, her steps slow and fluid, her arms hanging naturally at


her sides.  She turned at the far end of her arc and retraced her


steps, smiling at each woman in turn, and then moving to the center


of her half circle, where she stopped and turned around slowly.


     "Anna Maria has chosen a very naughty dress for her first


round," Paul said as he stood behind the couch.  Anna Maria had not


expected him to make comments, but she was glad that he was guiding


things.  "Can you see the natural blush that wearing such a dress


brings to this innocent girl?", he continued.  "Notice how it hugs


her body, how it is cut daringly low at the top, and scandalously


short below her tiny waist."  He paused and watched with pride as


Anna Maria very naturally batted her eyes at just the right time,


moving her hands in front of her, and clasping them together at her


waist.


     "The slit in the back of this dress is guaranteed to tease


unmercifully," he went on, as Anna turned around to reveal the back


of the dress.  "Even as she stands there is the promise of upper


thigh, of stocking tops and garters."  Anna stood with her back to


the girls, watching herself in the mirror of the bar.  She put her


right foot out to the side, and her left hand on her hip, an action


which made the slit in back part, teasingly, and Paul could hear


someone breathing heavily on the couch in front of him.


     "Come closer, Anna.  Let them touch the marvelous material


that barely covers you."


     Anna turned and walked directly at Barbara who was seated in


the middle.  When she stopped she resumed her previous pose, one


foot out to the side, hand on her hip.  She looked straight into


Barbaras eyes, almost as if daring her to look up and down her


body.


     Barbara kept her eyes locked on Anna's, but reached up to run


her long fingers along the neckline of the dress, her nails grazing


her skin lightly.  Anna felt goosebumps forming on her thighs, and


the hair raise slightly on the back of her neck.


     Peggy reach forward from her side, touching the skirt and


feeling the garter straps under the dress.  She pressed her fingers


against the outline of them, making it clear that she was touching


more than the fabric of the dress.


     Barbara ran her fingers down across Anna's breasts slowly and


then down her stomach, stopping and sitting back only when she had


come dangerously close to her crotch.  Her eyes left Anna's and


took in the curves before her.


     Anna moved slightly to the left, more in front of Peggy,


responding to her touch by making it easier for her. Peggy licked


her lips as she touched first one side of the dress, then the


other, purposely tracing the outline of the stockings and garters


underneath.  She watched Peggy, surprised but excited by her


obvious arousal.  Slowly, she turned to put her back to Peggy,


holding her feet apart slightly.  She turned to look over her


shoulder, and when she saw Peggy reaching for her again, she bent


slightly at the waist, making the dress rise higher in back, the


slit working upward toward her ass.


     Peggy's heart pounded, and she reached into the slit to touch


Anna's stocking covered thighs.  Just as her fingers made contact,


Anna giggled and moved away, walking to the other side of the group


to stand in front of Anne.


     Anne uncrossed her legs and wrung her hands together in her


lap, slowly, but noticeably.  Paul could see her head moving up and


down and knew that she was drinking in the sight of this lovely


Latino girl in front of her.  He raised his hand, catching Anna


Maria's attention, and motioned for her to raise the skirt.


     He saw Anna take a deep breath and then move her hands to the


skirt, grasping it midway down its length with both hands and


raising it slowly.  She kept her eyes on Paul, waiting for a signal


to stop.  The hem moved past her stocking tops, no signal.  She


raised it higher, exposing the red garter straps the shiny metal


garters.  No signal.  She paused, holding the dress there, feeling


the eyes of the three women on her, her eyes burning into Pauls,


waiting.  No signal.


     Taking her eyes away from Paul and focusing them instead on


the eighteen year old girl in front of her, Anna Maria raised the


skirt higher and higher, her eyes glued on the girl, defiantly


planning on ignoring any signal that Paul might give her, showing


more of herself, raising her dress, wanting Anne to see.


     Finally the skirt was bunched around her waist, and Anne


stared with her big brown eyes at the olive thighs which rose like


sentinels out of the shiny silk stockings.  Red was the perfect


compliment to the color of her skin, and Anne felt a seeping of


moisture in her panties as her eyes moved up the straps higher and


higher until she was staring at the red panties and the arched


bottom of the bustier.  The panties were thin and clung tightly to


the Latino girl's pubis, crushing her little mound of pubic hair,


clinging to the lips below, outlining them, forming to their shape.


     Almost without thinking, Anne reached for her, and when she


had almost allowed her to touch her panties, Anna Maria moved to


her left, holding the dress up as she walked, stopping in front of


Barbara who was quicker and who touched her inner thigh, sliding


her hand up her leg until the side of it grazed the damp crotch of


the red panties.


     Anna Maria was shocked by her quickness, and awkwardly moved


further to her left, to offer herself to Peggy, her movement


forcing Barbara's hand away from her prize.


     Much to her surprise, Peggy remained still, reclining against


the back of the couch, making no effort to touch her, but fixing


her eyes on her revealed charms.  When she did move, it was not


toward Anna Maria that she moved, but instead she took Barbara's


hand in hers and moved it to her face, where she turned it so that


the edge of it which had touched Anna Maria was under her nose. 


She moved her eyes to Anna Maria's eyes and inhaled the lingering


aroma from Barbara's hand, closing her eyes briefly in homage to


the girl who was sharing herself with them so beautifully.


     The building passion in her body shook Anna Maria, and she was


suddenly aware of her nipples, hard like little stones inside the


bustier.  With her eyes still locked on Peggy's flagrant


confession, Anna Maria turned and walked back to the center of her


stage, allowing the dress to fall only when she had completed her


turn and was facing them again.


     She reached behind her, her eyes downcast to the floor, and


unzipped the dress all the way.  When she was done she continued to


stand, her head bowed, her arms hanging loosely by her side, and


turned full circle without raising her head or her eyes.  When she


was facing them again, she slid the dress off her shoulders,


catching it and stopping it momentarily as it fell to her breasts,


her head still down, avoiding their eyes.


     Little by little she let the dress fall from her body, helping


it over her breasts, guiding it slowly to her waist and then past


the edge of the bustier, down her legs, allowing it to fall in a


puddle at her feet.  Tilting her head to the side with a shrug of


embarrasment, Anna Maria wrapped her arms around her waist below


her breasts and hugged herself, raising the toe of her right foot


and bending that leg slightly.


     Paul looked on in wonder at the childlike bashfulness she so


beautifully portrayed, and knew without looking that it was not


lost on the rest of her audience.  Anna Maria continued to stand


there, and no one made a sound, their hearts nearly stopped, until


finally Peggy breathed audibly a sigh which was laden with lust.


     As if it were the prompt she had been waiting for, Anna Maria


stepped out of the dress at her feet, turned so that her back was


to her audience, bent at the waist with her knees locked and picked


up the dress, stopping to allow them to gaze at her now exposed ass


and the backs of her thighs.  Then she straightened gracefully,


slung the dress over her shoulder, and walked away from them, her


hips swaying, into the bedroom where she shut the door.


     The room was still for a moment, the only sound the rewinding


of the tape in the stereo.  Barbara broke the silence.


     "You bastard.  You dirty bastard," she said, softly, without


turning to look at Paul.  Peggy and Anne continued to stare at the


bedroom door, and said nothing.


     "There's more," he said, moving around the couch toward his


Anna, "don't go away."


     


     When Paul walked through the door, Anna stood facing it, still


clutching her dress to herself.


     "Was I terrible?  Tell me honestly, please.  Was I?  They


didn't say anything!  And you quit talking."


     "Silly girl!", Paul exclaimed as he moved to take her into his


arms. "You can't be serious!  You were wonderful!  They didn't say


anything because they couldn't.  That was beautiful and probably


the most erotic thing any one in that room has ever seen.  You were


absolutely fantastic."


     He finally convinced her that he was sincere, and she began


changing into the blue and white garter belt set and the Navy


dress. It was almost more than Paul could do to watch her dress


after having witnessed her previous performance, but he knew he


needed to be strong for her.  No matter how much any of them wanted


to just stop and devour her, they had to let her finish.


     "Anna, I'm going to put something you can really move to on


the stereo this time.  We've got to lighten this up just a little


bit, or we'll never make it to the last outfit.  Come out smiling


and moving and dancing, and keep up the pace to the end of this


set, okay?"


     Anna nodded in agreement, and Paul left her to finish getting


ready.  When he re-entered the greatroom he found all three girls


at the bar, refreshing their drinks.  Peggy grabbed his arm as he


came through the door and walked with him to the stereo.  She spoke


to him quietly her lips hidden from the view of the other two


girls.


     "God, Paul...where did you find this girl?  Is this really one


of your lawyers in the firm?  Seriously?"


     Paul smiled warmly at his old friend.  "Isn't she something,


Peggy?"


     "Honestly, did you know she would be this good?  You must have


known."


     "No, I'm just as surprised as you are.  She had playfully


modeled a little bit for me, and of course her beauty certainly


hadn't escaped me, but I had no idea she would be the natural that


she is."


     "Well, what do you think so far?  Is she, or isn't she?",


Peggy asked, although she'd already formed her own opinion.


     "I swear, Peggy, I'm not sure yet.  I thought I would know the


minute that one of you touched her, but I'm still not sure.  What


about you?  What do you think?"


     "Paul, darling, if that girl isn't bisexual, I'll eat her!"


     Paul couldn't help laughing, even though it was a terrible


perversion of an old cliche.


     "What you mean is that if she isn't you'll do everything in


your power to change her mind, isn't it Peggy?"


     "Yes, and I won't be alone, either.  Those two over there have


it just as bad as I do, you know.  You actually expect us to just


go home after this is over with?"


     "Yep, I sure do, Peggy.  If you don't go, I'll throw you out."


He smiled as he said it, but Peggy knew it was the truth.  No point


in pushing it.


     "Well, all I can say is, you're going to be a very unpopular


guy until you let us have her."


     "Maybe you won't have to wait long, Peggy.  I'm on your side,


remember.  Just don't any of you forget who her Master is."


     The music started.  Talk about a change!  It was Jerry Lee


Lewis; the soundtrack from the movie about his life, Great Balls of


Fire.


     Almost as soon as the song started playing, Anna Maria danced


into the room.  The girls hadn't taken their seats yet, and she


danced from one to the other of them, teasing them by tossing her


hair in their faces as she moved by them, skipping from place to


place, stopping occasionally to stand in one place and Shake it


Baby, Shake it.


     If her previous performance had been subdued, this one was


exactly the opposite.  A brilliant smile lit Anna Maria's face, and


her dance movements were professional enough to have been


choreographed and practiced for weeks.  The navy dress clung


tightly to her body and no movement she made was lost.  She swayed


to Crazy Arms, gyrated to Breathless, rubbed up against them slowly


on That Lucky Old Sun, and when the tape stopped to begin the


second side, she froze like a statue in the center of the room, her


dress caught wildly half way up her thighs, a hint of the suntan


stocking tops showing, her hair in wondrous disaray.


     While she stood in the quiet of the room, the three girls took


their seats again, feeling an entirely different kind of arousal


than they had during her first set.  She had been an ingenue in the


first one, an innocent, sweet girl, reluctantly showing them her


body.  Now she was a wild thing, a madly erotic animalistic sexual


being who could possess you simply by allowing you to watch her


dance.


     When the music began again, she danced straight toward them


and then backward away from them, skipping sexily to and fro,


bending when she neared them and almost kissing them, but then


pulling away, leaving them gasping.


     While the music pounded, she suddendly stopped at the back of


her runway and with quick, almost violent movements stipped the


dress over her head, leaving herself exposed in the most feminine


lingerie imaginable, the soft blue and sparkling white garter belt


and stocking outfit.  The cups of the bra were cut to reveal the


tops of her breasts, the panties french cut and minimal, more a


decoration than anything else.


     She danced toward them again, more aware than ever, if that


was possible, of her body and how to move it in ways that drove her


audience mad with desire.  This time it was she who took their


hands and placed them on her body, almost forcing them to touch her


breasts, to cup her mound, to feel the silky bronze softness of her


inner thighs and the growing wetness of her barely covered cunt.


     Then with a pounding and erotic dance away from them, she


turned at the door to her room, blew them a kiss, and was gone.


     As soon as she disappeared through the doorway, Barbara turned


to Anne and pulled her to her, kissing her mouth hotly and shoving


her hand up the young girl's dress.  Anne's legs opened with a


rush, and she pulled her dress fully to her waist, sliding lower on


the couch to push herself at Barbara's probing fingers.


     Paul looked at Peggy with a raised eyebrow, only to see her


shrug, as if to say, `stop them if you can, but I wouldn't even


want to try'.  Paul didn't really want to stop them, and he felt


sure that Peggy was right, there really was no use in trying.  But


even with the obvious delight that Anna Maria had shown for their


touch, he wasn't about to let her catch them.  Not yet.  Looking


back over his shoulder at them and shaking his head slowly, the


went to Anna once more.


     "Are you sure this is okay with you, Master?", Anna said, as


she stood naked in the center of the room, drying herself with a


towel.


     "You are wonderful, Anna.  I wouldn't change a thing.  Are you


enjoying yourself?"


     She laughed.  "You really have to ask that?"


     "Well, no, not really," he smiled, "but of course you could


just be a really good actress."


     "The really wonderful thing about this, my adorable Master,"


she said, as she walked toward him and kissed him on the lips


tenderly, "is that I'm not having to act at all.  I'm only being


myself."


     That was all he needed to hear, and exactly what he had wanted


to hear.  Paul cautioned her to wait for him to bring her out for


the last set, choosing not to explain why, and left her to finish


dressing for the last time.


     Peggy had obviously decided that self-control was not a virtue


in this case, and had joined the other two girls with eager and


hungry participation.  Someone had removed Barbara's tight velvet


pants, and Peggy was on her back, her head between those tightly


muscled thighs, her mouth busily working on her friend's pussy.


Barbara for the second time that evening had her face pushed


between the tender young thighs of the married girl, who appeared


to be lost to another world as she clung tightly to Barbara's red


hair with her clenched fist, her head back, her little mouth open,


and her breath coming in gasps.


     As much to see if he could, as for any other reason, Paul


stepped behind Anne and bent over to whisper in her ear.


     "You are a precious little pussy loving girl, Anne," he


whispered.  "That's what you are, isn't it?"  Anne grunted a reply.


"Yes, you are.  And your wet little lips make these other girls


crazy, honey.  Your soft nether lips, your little honey pot, the


nasty little hole down there that your husband sticks his dick


into, the one that Barbara has her tongue in, the one you wish Anna


Maria would put her pretty little mouth on.."


     By the time he got to Anna Maria, Anne was beside herself,


humping up at Barbara's face, trying to push her inner lips into


the older woman's mouth.  Her orgasm hit her with full force, and


Paul walked away, smiling, shaking his head and looking forward to


the day when she and Anna Maria could be together.





Continued in MRWADE.145.....