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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.147 - Latin Lust - Chapter Eighteen

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MRWADE.147                                   By Master Wade














                            Latin Lust





                         Chapter Eighteen











     Paul got to Renaldi's early, wanting to be sure there was no


problem in getting a booth that would afford them some privacy. 


Anzio, the headwaiter who understood well the meaning of the twenty


dollar bill that Paul pressed into his hand, led him to the back


corner of the Palm Court room, where the high backs of the booths


would shield Paul and  Anna Maria from prying eyes.  He had half-


finished his first drink when she arrived.


     Sliding into the seat across from Paul, Anna Maria smiled at


him warmly and reached across to take his hand.


     "I invited a friend," she said quickly, before she lost her


nerve.  "I just had to call Betty and let her know I was okay.  She


was my roommate in college and we've been renewing our friendship.


She's also been feeding the cats for me and checking on the house


while I've been away.  I hope you don't mind too much."


     Paul smiled.  He had been looking forward to meeting this


Betty.  It was actually working out better for it to be Anna


Maria's idea instead of his.


     "No, I think that's nice.  I'm anxious to meet all your


friends."


     "Well, I think you're really going to like Betty.  I want you


to, anyway.  We've always been close, but we've grown even closer


in the last week or so."


     "And she's the one who you said had heard about me, isn't


she?"


     "Oh yes, she is,"  Anna Maria replied, forgetting for a moment


that she had mentioned Betty to him before.


     "Will you do something for me before she gets here, Anna?",


Paul ask, an idea occurring to him on the spur of the moment.


     "Anything, Paul.  What would you like for me to do?"


     "I want you to slide your panties off and give them to me. I


think I would enjoy seeing you sitting next to your friend Betty


and knowing that you were naked under your dress."


     Anna Maria smiled with surprise, remembering her conversation


with Betty.  She worked her skirt up to her waist, glancing to the


side to make sure no one could see her, and rocked from side to


side gracefully as she tugged her little panties down off her ass


and down her legs.  She caught them with her right foot as they


fell down her calves and reached under the table to get them.  Then


bunching them into a compact little ball in her hand, she tugged


her dress back down and handed them to Paul across the linen


tablecloth.


     Paul looked at the panties in her hand, but did not take them


from her.  Anna Maria glanced to the side again, nervously, hoping


that someone wouldn't see her holding them.


     "Just lay them next to your water glass, Anna," he said.


     "But the waiter will see them," she said, a touch of


desperation in her voice.


     "Quite true.  Anyone who looks will see them.  The waiter, you


and I, your friend Betty.  Lay them there as I asked, Anna."


     Anna Maria swallowed hard and lay the crumpled panties where


he had asked her to put them.  They were a dark purple, with fine


lace along the legs, and they contrasted beautifully with the


bleached white of the tablecloth.  She felt her face growing red.


     Paul motioned for Anzio, who responded immediately.


     "We are expecting a young lady to join us, Anzio.  Please see


that she is seated with us when she arrives.  Her name is Betty,


and she is..."  Paul turned to Anna Maria for a description, as if


he didn't already know much more than that about the pussy eating


young blonde.


     "She's blonde and rather tall.  My age.  She's very pretty, I


don't think you'll have any trouble recognizing her.  And, she'll


be alone,"  Anna Maria said, pushing the words through the anxiety


she felt as Anzio's eyes focused on the panties she had just


removed and placed in full view.


     Anzio had no sooner walked away than the waiter arrived to


take their orders.  Paul ordered for the three of them, asking the


waiter to set a place for Betty as well.  When he had done so, Paul


spoke to Anna Maria again.


     "I think I would like for you to move the panties next to


Betty's water glass now, Anna Maria."


     "But Paul, not only will she know that I've taken them off,


but anyone who sees them will think they are hers!"


     "Well, now why didn't I think of that, Anna?", Paul asked,


teasingly, the tone of his voice and the look on his face clearly


sarcastic.


     "Of course, Master," Anna Maria replied, and moved the panties


as instructed.  She caught a whiff of her scent as she moved them,


and felt herself growing wet.





     Moments later, Betty arrived, and was escorted to the booth by


Anzio, whose smile revealed his having noticed the panties being


moved.  Betty looked at them nervously, and then at Anna, feeling


herself becoming light-headed.  She had hoped Anna Maria would take


her panties off, of course, but had hardly expected to see them


laying there at her plate, in front of Paul and everyone else. She


felt herself trembling inside.


     Anna Maria introduced them, patting Betty on her thigh as she


sat down next to her, hoping to reassure her that everything was


alright.  Betty was extremely nervous, but even more excited, and


she managed to get through the introduction without embarrasing


herself.


     The conversation was totally non-sexual, which somehow made it


seem almost other-worldly with the purple panties sitting there on


the white tablecloth.  Anna Maria kept her hand on Betty's leg and


caressed it under the table, sliding it up slowly, almost to her


crotch and then back down to her knee again.  It was driving her


mad, and she longed to touch Anna in the same way, but she knew


their arms would cross and get in each others way.  It would be far


to obvious to Paul.


     "Give me your purse, Betty," Paul said, quietly but firmly.


     There were very few situations where Betty would give her


purse to someone upon request, but this seemed to be one of them.


She handed it to Paul across the table, confused, but anxious to


see why he had asked for it.


     Paul opened her bag, smiling when he saw the pair of panties


she had removed earlier and placed there, never dreaming that


anyone else would see them there.


     "Put your panties inside for her, Anna Maria," he said,


locking his gaze on Betty's face.


     Anna Maria didn't say anything at all, but simply complied


with his request, pushing the panties down into the leather bag on


top of the panties which were already there. When she had finished,


Paul closed the purse and handed it back to Betty.


     "We wanted you to have them, Betty," he said, evenly.


     Betty was floored.  She didn't know if Anna Maria had told him


everything since their conversation on the phone or not, and she


still wasn't sure how to react.


     "I wonder if you would excuse me...I need to powder my nose,"


she said, sliding out of the booth.


     "Wait, I'll go with you," Anna said, quickly, sliding out


behind her.  She winked at Paul before walking away.


     


     "Oh, God!", Betty said, turning to face Anna Maria immediately


upon entering the vacant ladie's room.  "Did you tell him


everything?  I couldn't believe those panties being there, and him


putting them in my bag!"


     Anna Maria grinned.  "I didn't tell him anything! Only that we


were close friends and that I hoped he would like you.  He made me


take the panties off and leave them there for you."


     "I'm a nervous wreck!", she said, reaching for Anna Maria and


pulling her toward one of the stalls.





     Nearly fifteen minutes had passed when they returned to the


table.  They had been served, and Paul was waiting for them


patiently.  Before allowing her to sit, Paul pulled Anna Maria to


him, kissing her full on her mouth.  He broke the kiss and looked


directly at Betty, saying to her, "Very nice bouquet, light and


flowerly."


     Betty blushed profusely while Anna Maria giggled. She was


still a wreck, but as they ate and she became more comfortable with


the idea that her relationship to Anna Maria was a secret which the


three of them now shared, she began relaxing.  Quite obviously Paul


had no problem accepting what they did together, and that was


certainly a relief.  It would next to impossible for her to give


that up now.


     After lunch they bid goodbye to Betty, assuring her that she


would see Anna Maria again soon, and expressing a desire to have


her over to Paul's for dinner sometime during the next week.  Betty


drove away happy with how things had gone, and patting her purse


which still held Anna Maria's panties.





     "How did you know?", Anna Maria asked Paul, as he pulled away


from Renaldi's.  Her car would be fine in their lot for a while.


     "I have to confess that I did a bit of research on your friend


after you mentioned her.  Her bisexual tendencies did not go un-


noticed at the University, although I don't think it was a wide-


spread bit of information particularly."


     "Someone at the college knew we were involved?", Anna Maria


asked, a touch of concern in her voice.


     "No, the only information about the two of you was that you


roomed together.  I only hoped that you had been involved.  Your


response to Peggy and her friends, and your remark about being very


close to Betty made me confident enough to follow through on it."


     Anna Maria smiled.  At first it had bothered her for Paul to


be looking into her friend's background, but considering that his


doing so had smoothed the way for them all, she was glad he had.


     "She had already made me promise to give her a few minutes


alone in the ladie's room, but when you put my panties in her purse


it really drove her crazy."


     "And if I had kissed HER when you returned?"


     "Slightly tart with an underlying sweetness,"  Anna Maria


replied, a naughty look on her face.


     "Thought so," Paul said, grinning.


     "Now that you know that, there are some other things that


Betty and I have discussed that I want to tell you about.  Things


which involve you."


     Paul resisted the urge to grin widely.  "Sure, Anna.  We can


discuss anything you like."


     "Good.  But right now, I want to know where we are going. Is


this part of the surprise you promised me?"


     "Yes, it is.  We're going downtown, to an old warehouse that


I


rent from time to time."


     Anna Maria couldn't imagine what interest she would have in an


old warehouse, but that was the nature of surprises, after all;


they seldom made sense at first.


     "Whatever you say, Master.  Are you going to fuck me on a


bundle of tobacco leaves?"


     Paul laughed heartily.  "No, not exactly, precious, although


that's an entertaining idea, for sure.  Actually, what I am about


to show you may frighten you.  And if it does, that's quite


alright.  In fact, I think it should frighten you a bit."


     "I don't know why you want to frighten me, Master, but I trust


you.  I don't suppose you're going to tell me any more until we get


there, are you?"


     "No, but we're almost there.  Close enough that you probably


should begin feeling some butterflies in your stomach."


     Anna Maria sat quietly, feeling the butterflies he had


mentioned begin to do a number on her, as if by his command.


     


     Paul turned left on the cobblestone street, across railroad


tracks which had not seen traffic in over forty years.  He pulled


up next to a boarded up loading dock and cut off the engine.


     "No one will know we are here, Anna," he said, quietly. "This


is a very large building, as you can see, and currently it is only


used for a few months each year to house tobacco which is in


transit from the auctions to Phillip Morris."


     He slid out of the car and opened her door, leading her to a


smaller door which he opened with one of several keys which were on


a large round metal key-ring.  He shut the door behind them, the


heavy sound of it's closing echoing through the immense area. 


There were several very large windows along the north and south


walls, but years of accumulated dust and dirt reduced the entering


sunlight to a fraction of itself.  The ceiling appeared to be two


stories high, and large heavy wooden rafters criss-crossed over


their heads, supported at several places by large brick sentinels.


In the center of this huge area there was another brick room which


looked oddly out of place.  Only one story high, but with a higher


than average ceiling, the room almost appeared to be a house, with


a center door flanked by windows on both sides.  The windows were


boarded up, and it was impossible to see inside them as they


approached.





     "It is highly unlikely that anyone could hear you scream even


now, Anna," he said, selecting another one of the keys on the


ancient looking ring, "but once we enter this door, no sound you


could possibly make would reach the street.  When I bring you here


it is as if I have taken you to another world, where only you and


I


exist."


     Anna Maria felt her heart begin to pound. Why would she need


to scream, anyway?  Why would she want anyone to hear her?  She was


afraid to ask.


     Paul pushed the heavy door open.  The room was dark, and Anna


could only see a gray and dusty wooden table in the center of the


room.  Reaching behind the still open door, Paul retrieved what


appeared to be a bath towel, and spread it out on the floor between


them and the table.


     "Take off all your clothes and lay them on the towel, Anna,"


he said, his voice sounding somehow more strict and serious than


she had ever heard it sound before.  With trembling fingers she


undid the buttons on her blouse, and the zipper on her skirt.  Only


when all her clothing lay on the towel and she stood totally nude,


did Paul shut the heavy door behind her, leaving them in total


darkness.


     Paul reached into his pocket and took out a small penlight


which he turned on and placed in his mouth.  He moved behind Anna


and pulled her arms behind her, roughly.  Cold metal touched her


wrists and she heard a clicking sound which she quickly understood


to be the sound of handcuffs closing.


     Anna Maria tested the cuffs, feeling their sharp edges cut


against her skin as she pulled her arms apart.  Wincing, she


resigned herself to her bondage, and tried to make her eyes grow


accustomed to the darkness, wanting to see what else was in the


room.  She saw Paul move to the towel and bend over, the penlight


which he still held in his mouth illuminating her clothing.  He


folded the towel and lifted it, walking away from her, leaving her


totally alone in the dark.  A shiver ran through her, and she


almost called to him, begging him not to leave her, but she knew he


would never leave her there for long.  Less than a minute passed


before she could see the bobbing penlight and hear his approaching


steps.


     "Your clothing has been placed where you cannot find it, Anna


Maria.  Both of the doors we entered have been locked and can only


be opened with the keys that I have also hidden.  There is no


escape for you, other than the escape that I provide you.  You


could be no more totally deprived of your freedom or your personal


will if you had been kidnapped by terrorists."


     "Why are you doing this to me, Master?", she asked, her voice


heavy with genuine fear.


     "Thus far, Anna, I have asked nothing of you that you didn't


hunger for deeply inside.  My demands have only freed you to do


that which you longed to do already.  But in this room, Anna, your


hungers and desires are secondary.  In this room everything you


experience will be done only because I wish to do it.  If you


delight in some of the things I do, that will be fine, but it will


only be a happy circumstance.  I will do whatever I please."


     "But I can stop you, can't I?  If I ask you to stop, you will,


won't you?"


     "At this point in your training, I'm afraid not, Anna. 


Perhaps later on I will allow you to stop me, but not now.  For now


you are totally at my mercy.  Nothing you say or do can stop me


from having what I want from you."


     "Why is it so dark?  What are you going to do to me?  I know


you'll stop if I say to.  Why are you frightening me so?"  Her


voice was shaky, her emotions on the edge.  She felt her knees


growing weak and her thighs trembling.  She had never felt more


naked.


     Paul moved in front of her and held the light focused on her


crotch.  He reached down and began massaging her pubic mound with


his hand, teasing her clitoris.  After a moment of this he ran his


fingers between her lips.  She was soaking wet.  Even Anna could


tell that she was as wet as she had ever been in her life, and the


realization of that frightened her even more.


     "Don't make me hot.  I don't want to be hot like this.  Don't


Paul."  Her voice was weak with fear, but laden with passion as his


fingers continued working her sopping wet little cunt.


     "You had pussy at lunch, and you got your own sweet little


pussy eaten, Anna Maria.  Now you're naked and being played with,


and you're dripping wet and you know it.  You can't stop me from


playing with you, even if you want to, which of course, you don't,


really."


     "But I do! It's dark and cold in here and you're scaring me.


I


don't know why I'm so wet.  I can't help it."


     "You don't want to come, Anna?", he asked, working her


clitoris between his thumb and forefinger.


     "No. Yes!  I want to, but not like this.  I don't know. I hate


you!"


     "You don't hate me, Anna.  You hate that part of yourself that


is finding this so damned exciting.  You hate wanting whatever it


is that I'm going to give you."


     "Okay, so what of it.  I want you to stop!"


     Paul said nothing, but leaned down to suck on one of her


nipples as he continued working her pussy.  His hand moved around


to her ass, and he felt her raise her wrists higher, giving him


room to play with her.  Still holding her rigid little clit


tightly, he pushed his lower three fingers between her lips,


spreading them further apart and poking at her hole.  He felt her


hips begin working, slight but unmistakable movements which pushed


her sex at his hand.


     "If I stopped now and took you home you would beg me to bring


you back.  There are women who would pay to have this done to them,


Anna.  Perhaps even your wet pussied friend Betty would pay for it.


If not Betty, I bet our little Anne would."


     Anna considered his words, feeling his fingers on her and the


bite of the handcuffs on her wrists.  He was right.  He didn't need


her to do this.  She could see Anne being here, stealing time away


from her husband to do it, perhaps even stealing money from him to


pay for it.  And Betty?  She wanted Betty to want something like


this.  She wanted Betty to know the feeling.  And if she wanted


Betty to know it, then she must want to feel it herself.  She moved


her hips openly, fucking at his hand.


     "Shit! I don't care.  Do it," she said, hotly, feeling his


fingers tighten even more tightly on her clit.


     "It doesn't matter if you care or not, Anna," he said, his


voice still calmly nasty in its tone.  "I'm doing what I wish with


you, and only that."  He released her clit and pushed three fingers


into her little pussy.  She groaned, but opened to them, bending at


the knees slightly to allow him to fuck her more easily.


     Anna threw her head back and gave herself to the feelings.  It


really didn't matter where she was, or what he did, she just needed


him to do it.  Her life as an attorney seemed like a dream to her


at the moment.  She had no occupation, no community or professional


status, no fancy clothes or aromatic perfumes.  She was at this


moment 75% pussy and the other 25% tit and ass. The worst part was


that she loved it.


     Just when she had finally resigned herself to being nothing


more than a bitch in heat who needed to come more than anything


else in the world, Paul took his fingers out of her and walked away


from her.  She strained at the cuffs again, wanting desperately to


touch herself and make her come on her own, but she could do


nothing at all to make it happen.  She remembered the table and


briefly considered rubbing herself against one of the corners of


it, squatting just enough to hunch her cunt against the rough gray


wood of the old tabletop until she came.  What would it matter?  So


what if he watched her do it?  So what if he saw how slutty she got


when she was this hot?  But then she had never been this hot


before, and she had never hunched the corner of a table to come.


     In the midst of all these naughty thoughts, the lights came


on.


     They blinded her at first, causing her to blink her eyes and


to squint to shield herself from their brightness.  Her previous


thoughts about lighting had considered the possibility of bare


lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling, or perhaps even kerosene


lanterns lit along the walls.  This sudden explosion of light took


her breath away.


     Anna Maria's surprise at the brightness of the light was soon


replaced by surprise by what the light revealed.  She looked around


the room, half in shock, almost believing her vision to be


decieving her.


     The room she had previously assumed to be nearly empty was


instead full of equipment and fixtures of all kinds.  Nautilus


machines with their gleaming chrome and black vinyl crowded against


ancient looking wooden devices with dark leather straps and seats


which appeared to be stained from the sweat of other bodies.  It


was a combination of Body World and Dr. Frankenstein's Mansion, the


old and the new, all of it confusing and frightening.  Her eyes


widened as she saw whips and crops of various sizes and types


hanging from hooks along the brick walls.  Stocks and pillories,


much like she had seen in her visits to Colonial Williamsburg stood


against another wall.  Heavy chains hung from the ceiling with what


appeared to be leather cuffs attached to their ends.  And in the


center of it all, looking totally out of place, was a gleaming


modern fixture, a reclining chair, of sorts, covered in rich


burgundy leather, which even as she watched was revolving slowly on


it's heavy chromium base.


     


     "I'm going to take the handcuffs off of you, Anna Maria," she


heard Paul saying to her.  "When I do, you will sit in the


revolving chair.  Clamps will hold your wrists and ankles in place


and I will continue to use you in whatever way I please."


     "Yes, Master," she said, her voice sounding as if it came from


someone else.  What else could she have said?


     He unlocked the cuffs and Anna Maria rubbed her wrists.  Then


without another word from Paul, she walked to the burgundy leather


chair and climbed up on it, her naked body feeling the cool leather


touching her whole length.  Almost in a daze, Anna felt the metal


wrist restraints move into place and close over her wrists.  Then


she felt her legs being opened further and the ankle restraints


tightening against her skin.  The chair began to move once more,


slowly circling.





     "Everything you see in this room is here because it will be


used on your body, little Latino whore," he said, his words filling


the room.  "I will bring you here when it pleases me.  At times I


will bring you here to use the whips on you, to make your ass and


legs and back red with stripes from your whippings.  At other times


I will bring you here to watch you workout on the nautilus machines


in the nude, photographing every movement you make.  At still other


times you will be bound to the x-frame and whipped on the front of


your body, the cat of nine tails licking at your naked breasts, the


insides of your thighs.  Or perhaps you will hang from the heavy


chains, your cunt at mouth level, easily eaten.  In this room you


are slut flesh, only a slave girl whose body will be used."


     Paul stopped the chair and began fondling Anna Maria again,


kissing her on the mouth this time as he fingered her and rubbed


her hard little nub.  He continued without pausing, until he had


nearly brought her to orgasm.  Then tilting the chair backward, so


that her feet were higher than her head, he removed his hard cock


from his pants and placed it in her mouth, his balls hanging


against her forehead.  He drove his dick into her willing mouth


over and over again, nearly gagging her, until he shot his heavy


load deeply into her throat.


     When he was done, Paul repositioned the chair to its upright


position once more and undid the clamps which had held her tightly.


     "Get your clothes on, Anna. It's time to take you back home."


     Anna Maria wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, feeling


remnants of her Master's cum spreading themselves on her skin.  Her


pussy still burning with need, she slid her skirt and blouse back


on and stepped into her high heels.  Giving the room one last look


as he turned out the light, Anna Maria followed her Master through


the door and away from the most exciting combination of fear and


passion she had ever known before.





Continued in MRWADE.148.....