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

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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.146 - Latin Lust - Chapter Seventeen

Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:49:19 GMT

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MRWADE.146                                        By Master Wade














                           Latin Lust





                        Chapter Seventeen














     Paul awoke early the following morning.  Slipping from bed


quietly, he stood and looked down at his sleeping slave,


remembering the beauty of her performances the night before.


     He pulled on a pair of swimming trunks and left her sleeping


soundly.  The pool was on the bottom floor of the condo, and as he


rode the elevator down he was aware of the lingering aroma of


perfume in the elevator, perfume he recognized from whispering in


Anne's ear.


     Paul forced his thoughts away from the previous night and swam


for nearly an hour in the pool, alone.  When he returned, Anna


Maria was still sleeping, and he stood on the balcony and watched


the morning sun burn away the evening dew.


     He felt such tenderness toward Anna.  He felt it deeply, and


he knew she deserved to be loved in that way.  He also knew that


she hungered for that other side of his passion, the side that had


brought tears to her eyes with the belt.  Youthful innocence and


adult lust.  Breathtaking loveliness and masochistic hungers.  A


woman to love and adore, but to just as carefully and diligently


take and possess.


     "I don't know if there is a pool down there or not, Master,"


she said, sneaking up behind him, "but it's too long a dive from


here, I promise!"


     He turned and gathered her to him, pulling her still naked


body to him and covering her mouth with a kiss.





     On the other end of the city, Anne slipped from bed and closed


the door to her bathroom, locking it.  She had awakened with


thoughts of the night before burning her up with lusty memories,


and had to do something before he woke up.  Slipping off her robe,


she ran the water until it was just the right temperature and got


in quickly, taking the shower massage in her hand and pointing it


where she needed it most.





     In yet another part of town, Peggy and Barbara lay nestled


like spoons in Barbara's bed, still sleeping.  They had almost run


into the house after taking Anne home, both of them understanding


the other's need and desperately eager to do something about it.





     Unaware of the reasons for all this passion, or that it


existed, Betty lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling. 


She hadn't heard a word from Anna Maria, and it was beginning to


bother her.  She wanted her to have a wonderful time, but she had


made Anna promise to call her.  Two full days had passed and there


was no call.  Nothing.  She made up her mind that if she didn't


call by lunchtime, she would call Paul's apartment herself.





     "So, what's on the agenda for today, Master?", Anna Maria


asked, smiling, as he held her in his arms.  "Whatever it is, I


know I'm going to love it."


     Paul returned her smile and pecked her on the cheek.


     "I want you to go to the office this morning and make sure


everything is going okay with your cases.  I'll meet you for lunch


at Renaldi's, and then I have a surprise for you this afternoon."


     "Mmm, sounds good to me, Master.  I love your surprises."


     "And I love you, Anna.  I love you more with every passing


moment."





     They kissed again, and then Paul sent her back inside to get


ready for work.  He fixed a simple breakfast of fruit and cereal


which they shared at the table on the balcony.


     When she was gone, Paul checked his watch.  Anne should be at


work by now, at least it was late enough to try calling.   It


dawned on him just as the phone was answered that he didn't know


Anne's last name.  He stammered something about needing to speak


with the girl named Anne in women's clothing, wondering if that


sounded as stupid to the person on the other end as it did to him


as he said it.  Evidently she knew just who he meant, for soon the


phone was ringing again, and Anne's voice was answering.





     "This is Paul, Anne, do you have a minute?", he said, pulling


off a white grape from the bunch in the bowl on the table.


     "Hi!  Yes, I have a minute, I'll just have to be careful what


I say."


     "May I speak freely?  Or is there a chance that someone will


pick up?"


     "No, no chance of that.  You're okay, I just might be


overheard by a customer or something.  I'm right out in the open


here."


     Paul smiled.  In other words, she was vulnerable.  He loved it


when a woman was vulnerable.


     "I want to be frank with you, Anne," he said, brimming with


mischief, "Anna Maria wants you so badly that she can hardly sit


still."  It was true, he knew, even if she hadn't actually said


that to him.


     The phone was quiet for a moment as Anne tried to figure out


how to respond to that in her situation at the moment.  Her


supervisor was walking by.


     "I'm sure we have just what she wants, sir," she said,


business-like.


     "Well, Anne, the three of you are something else, alright, but


I'm speaking of you personally.  She kept smelling her fingers last


night and wouldn't wash them before going to bed.  The fingers she


had been fucking you with, Anne."


     Her supervisor had stopped only a few feet away from her, and


was taking an inventory of dresses on a rack that was much too full


to suit Anne.  Her mind was racing, and she felt herself blushing.


     "I'll be happy to serve her personally, of course, if you


wish. It's very flattering to know that my services are


appreciated."  Her supervisor looked at her and smiled.  Obviously,


this young woman was making a very good employee.


     "Oh, honey, they will definitely be appreciated.  And little


Anna does love to have her pussy eaten.  But as much as anything


else, she wants to get between those sweet legs of yours."


     "I'll be looking forward to that, sir.  Do you know when she


might come?"


     "Considering how hot you made her last night, Anne, probably


about ten seconds after you put your lips around her clit."


     "I get off rather early, so she will need to come before five,


sir."


     "Well, she may well come that quickly, sweetie, but she


doesn't necessarily have to make it before you do.  But there's no


need to rush things, you know."  Surely they could make it last


longer than five minutes!


     Ann was beet red.  She couldn't stand much more of this.


     Paul was speaking again.  "Well, I won't keep you, precious.


But I did want to thank you, and to ask if you could come to my


apartment alone either some time during the day on Saturday, or


perhaps Sunday, if that's more convenient?"


     "I'll be working Saturday, and off on Sunday.  Shall we say


three o'clock?"


     "Three o'clock Sunday should be just fine, Anne.  And don't


say anything to anyone about it.  Just bring your sweet little body


on over, and my Anna will spend as much time with you as you wish."


     "I'll see you then, sir.  Thank you for calling Miller and


Rhodes."


     Anne hung up the phone, her heart pounding.


     "No need to blush, dear," her supervisor was saying.  "I'm


very proud of you for being such a popular salesgirl.  And you may


be sure that I'll make a note of this in your evaluation."





     Paul replaced the phone.  Nice girl.  A little strange, but


nice.  Five minutes?  Damn!





     Anna Maria tried her best to tell Sandra how much she had


enjoyed her date with Paul without letting her true emotions show.


She finally pulled herself away from the inquisitive receptionist


and made it to her office.  She shut the door and sank into the


chair.  What a change in me since the last time I was in here, she


thought to herself.  As much as she loved her work, it was


delightful to be the kind of serving girl that Paul was making of


her.  Doing it well appeared to require much the same kind of


devotion and dedication that being an attorney did.  Being a good


slave required the ability to negotiate, to understand the rules,


to carefully and accurately judge the "other side", and to know


when to settle.  She felt just as much pride in her accomplishments


as a sexual submissive as she did in being a good lawyer.


     But enough of that, for a moment, she thought to herself.


She'd look into the cases later, but right now she just had to call


Betty.  She picked up the phone and dialed.





     Betty was at work, and had the same problem being able to talk


freely that Anne had also experienced.  She called her back from a


more secure phone only moments later.





     "Why haven't you called me!  It's only been three whole days,


you know!", Betty said, miffed.


     "I know, and I'm sorry, but that's going to change, and soon.


I wasn't sure what Paul would think about us, so I was afraid to


call you from there.  But I am almost positive now that he is going


to be thrilled when he finds out, and once he knows, I'm sure I can


call you any time I want."


     "If he's going to be that excited about it, then get him to


send you over...you got me started with you and then cut me off!


I'm going crazy!"


     "I want you too, Betty," Anna spoke softly into the phone.  "I


would have totally devoured you last night if I'd had the chance,


and I need it almost that much now."


     Betty was relieved to hear those words from Anna.  When you


sent a girl off to be with someone like Paul you could never be


sure what she would be like when you got her back; or IF you'd get


her back, for that matter.


     "So when are you going to tell him about us?", Betty asked,


hopefully. 


     "Before the day is over, I think.  In fact, I was wondering if


you'd like to have lunch with us.  I'm supposed to meet him at


Renaldi's."


     "Do you think that would be okay?  I can, and would love to,


if you're sure it's alright."


     "If I know Paul, he'll love it, but if for some reason he


doesn't, I'm sure he'll make that clear too."


     "Whatever you think, baby," Betty said.  "I don't want to mess


up a good thing for you."


     "I want him to see us together once before I tell him what we


do with each other.  I think he'll figure it out for himself


anyway, if we give him the chance.  Meet us at 1:00?"


     "Sure!  I'll be there...if you promise me we can go to the


powder room together...just for a little bit.  Okay?"


     Anna Maria didn't have to ask why she wanted to go to the


powder room.  Thinking about it made her instantly hot, and she


could feel herself growing wet.


     "Okay, but don't wear panties," she said, trying hard to hide


the excitement in her voice.


     Betty swallowed hard.  "Right.  No panties.  And you?"


     "I'll think about it.  You'll just have to wonder, I guess."


     "Maybe something will happen and he won't show," Betty said,


teasingly and yet hopefully.


     Anna Maria laughed softly. "I suppose there is a chance he


could be late, but I wouldn't count on it.  Just hang in there,


we'll have our time soon, I promise."





     When their conversation was over, Betty went straight to the


ladies room, closed herself in one of the stalls and ran her hand


inside her panties.  Her busy fingers and the memory of Anna


Maria's voice purring to her over the phone made her hips buck. She


stood, supporting herself with one arm as she leaned toward the


wall, her legs apart, working herself into a frenzy, trying her


best not to cry out when her orgasm hit, and loving the release it


brought to her hungry body.  When she was done, she stripped the


panties down her legs and put them in her purse.  Checking her


watch, she knew the next three hours would be the longest ones of


the day.





Continued in MRWADE.147....