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

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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.148 - Latin Lust - Chapter Nineteen

Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:51:19 GMT

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MRWADE.148                                        By Master Wade











                           Latin Lust





                        Chapter Nineteen








     Returning to the condo, Paul took Anna Maria immediately to


his bed where he made tender love to her, bringing her slowly to a


powerful orgasm.  She fell asleep in his arms afterward, no doubt


exhausted from the day's activities.  Paul lay on his back next to


her, thinking about his phone conversation with Anne, their lunch


with Betty, and Anna's reaction to his warehouse dungeon.  Two


weeks always seemed like a long time at first, but it was seldom


enough.  It certainly would not be enough with Anna Maria.


     Paul turned the TV set on with the remote control, keeping the


volume low enough that it would not disturb her sleep.  There was


a movie on Cinemax that had some appeal, especially since the


female lead was a Latino girl with a sweet body.  This girl played


the typical Latino so often portrayed in movies, and Paul smiled at


the difference in this fictional character and his Anna.  Anna


Maria had no accent at all, and it was impossible to guess her


ethnic background from her voice alone.  Paul liked that, but there


were times when he almost wished she could revert to that husky


rich accent the girl was now using on the screen.  He realized then


that he had never heard her speak Spanish, although he was sure she


must.  He imagined there would be something quite different and


exciting about hearing her speak that tongue.  He remembered the


scene with the Latino whore in the movie 9 1/2 Weeks, and pictured


Anna Maria doing that role.  It was an interesting thought, and he


filed that away in the back of his mind for future reference.


     Physically it was not difficult to tell that Anna Maria was


not a white Irish Catholic.  There was no coarseness at all to her


features, however, and her skin was a light olive color, only


slightly different from that of a golden tanned beach bunny. Her


nose was narrow, her mouth small, and her hair rich and wonderful.


     Paul got out of bed quietly, leaving the TV on, and went to


his computer.  He opened his file on Anna and entered some comments


about their day together:





Anna Maria: Page Four





Met Anna's friend Betty.  Blonde, long-legged, very hot.  Anna and


Betty obviously hungry for each other.  Ate each other in ladies


room.  Can probably fuck Betty and expect Anna wants that.  Betty


sub also, my guess is also masochistic.  Work on this.





Also talked with Anne, the young wife.  Will put Anna and Anne


together Sunday.  Anne very young but trainable.





Took Anna to warehouse.  High level of anxiety and of arousal. 


Went slow but feel she will ask to go back.  Crops need oiling.


Room also quite dusty.  Send Betty there alone to dust?





     He closed the file and slid on a pair of shorts before walking


out onto the balcony.  It was another warm night with a sky full of


stars.  There was a slight rumble of thunder in the distance, but


with no clouds in the sky Paul doubted it meant rain for them.


     Paul couldn't get his lunch with Betty and Anna out of his


mind.  He loved picturing them together, and he felt a little


guilty about keeping them apart for so long.  Somehow he had the


impression that they had been quite active together recently, and


he knew he had interrupted that.  But there were so many things to


do with Anna Maria and so little time to do them in.  He couldn't


let the involvement of others side-track him.  Besides, they only


had a little over a week left of her initial training, and after


that had been done there would be more time for Betty and the


others.


     Paul walked back into the kitchen and fixed them both a light


supper.  He took the trays into the bedroom and woke Anna so that


she could eat.  She appeared to have rested well, and he was glad


he had let her sleep.


     "I don't want to interfere with your relationship to Betty,


you know," he said, in between bites.


     "She probably feels a little left out at the moment, but


she'll be okay once I start back to work and everything."


     "Good.  I like her, and I'm glad the two of you are close,"


Paul said, smiling at her.


     "Would you do her for me?"  Anna took another bite of her


dinner so she wouldn't have to look at Paul before he answered.


     "Do her?  You mean fuck her, I suppose?"


     "Yes.  Fuck her. I'd like to watch it, but mainly I just want


you to fuck her."


     "Is that all you want me to do with her?  Just fuck her?"


     "Well, no...doesn't have to be.  Do you want to do something


else with her?"


     "I think you brought the subject up, Anna.  I'm just trying to


figure out exactly what it is you do want.  You don't have to beat


around the bush with it, you know."


     "I'm sorry.  You're right.  But I guess I do wonder how you


feel about her and what you'd want to do if I wasn't involved in


your decisions."


     "Well, I only just met her today, you know. But she's a doll,


and I think she has more in common with you than just being


bisexual.  Probably, if I had met her under different


circumstances, I'd want to have her for slave.  Is that what you


were wondering about?"


     "Yes.  Thanks for being honest with me."  She didn't say


anything else for a while, and her silence bothered Paul a little. 


Sometimes people aren't really ready for the truth, even when they


ask for it.  Finally she spoke again.


     "I don't know much about how all this works, you know.  Does


anyone ever have two slaves at one time?"


     "Sometimes, yes.  Some Masters have more than two, or so they


say.  I've only had them one at a time so far though.  I imagine it


must be pretty hard to make it work with two or more."


     "Why is that?  Because of jealousy?"


     "Yes, that and the amount of attention one slave requires. It


might be hard to keep a good balance going, you know?  Someone


could easily felt left out at times, or less special than the other


one."


     "I guess so.  That's too bad though, isn't it?"


     "In a way, yes.  But then when a Master has someone as special


as you, Anna, he could hardly feel jilted because he only had you."


     Anna Maria smiled at him warmly and bent to kiss him on his


cheek.


     "That was really sweet of you to say, Master.  I guess I was


just thinking that Betty probably feels left out now anyway.  She


wouldn't feel any more left out if she were a slave of yours too,


would she?"


     "No, I'm sure she would feel less left out, Anna, but you


might be the one to feel less attention.  Wouldn't that bother


you?"


     "Maybe. I don't really know.  I think if it was Betty I


probably wouldn't, because I would love knowing she was being with


you.  It might bother me more if it were someone else."


     "I suppose that could make a big difference." Paul wasn't sure


where all this was heading, but he had to admit to himself that he


liked what he was hearing.


     "Well, I won't bring it up again until after you've fucked


her, but will you think about it?  I mean you will fuck her for me,


won't you?"


     "Yes, of course I'll fuck her, assuming she wants me to do it,


that is.  But she may not have any interest at all in being a slave


of mine, you know.  You probably should find out how she feels


about that too."


     "That's true.  Tomorrow is Saturday and she's off on


Saturday's...maybe I could talk to her?  It would be a good day for


her to come here, that is if it suited you okay. Do you have


anything against fucking blonde's on Saturday's, Master?", she


asked, her mouth turning to a teasing grin.  She reached for his


crotch and laid her hand on him.  It wasn't a full erection...yet.


     Paul smiled at Anna Maria and laid his hand on top of hers.


Her insistence was interesting.  She almost had him convinced that


this was something she really wanted.  The last thing Paul wanted


was Betty to come between Anna Maria and himself.


     "Actually, odd coincidence that it is," he said, teasing her


back a bit, "Saturday just happens to be the one day of the week


that I set aside for fucking blondes, now that you mention it."


     Anna's grin widened and she squeezed his cock with her little


hand.  "Then you'll do it?", she asked, beginning to stroke him


slowly.


     Paul took her hand away from his cock gently, but firmly.


     "You're getting things a bit mixed up here, Anna," he said,


his voice growing more stern. "I'm the Master, you're the slave. 


I pick the people you'll fuck.  You don't do that for me."


     Damn, Anna thought to herself.  She never imagined she'd have


this much trouble talking Paul, or anyone else, for that matter,


into fucking Betty.


     "I'm sorry, Master.  You're right, of course.  It was just


something I wanted.  I don't mean to push you."


     One of the things bothering Paul was that he couldn't be sure


that Anna Maria wasn't just offering him Betty so that she could be


with her.  There wasn't too much wrong with that, but he didn't


want her to make it look like something else if that was what it


was.  If he came right out and ask her that she'd probably deny it,


even if it was true.


     "The dungeon is in need of a good cleaning, Anna," he said,


putting her hand back on his cock.  "I suppose I could send you


down there to dust and to oil some of the leather implements while


I fuck your girlfriend here in my bed, if you like."


     Anna Maria's hand slid between her legs, and he saw her eyes


darken with passion at his words.


     "I'd LOVE that, Master," she said.


     "You may not see her at all, Anna.  And it may take several


hours. I don't like to be rushed."


     "I understand completely, Master," she cooed, turning so that


she could cover his cock with her mouth.


     So much for that concern, Paul thought to himself, surprised


but pleased to see that what excited Anna Maria was actually his


fucking Betty.  He lay back on the pillows and played with Anna's


hair as she began sucking him.


     "You'll be there all alone, in that dusty and dark old room,


Anna, and your cute little blonde friend with the wonderful legs


and ass will be here getting fucked.  I may fuck her several times,


Anna, if she's good.  And somehow I just know she's going to be


wonderful."


     Anna grunted something that almost sounded like "Uh Huh", and


Paul could see her ass beginning to rise and fall as she worked her


fingers against her sex.


     "I'll fuck her like I fuck sluts, Anna," he said, tightening


his grip in her hair. "Only a slut would fuck her best friend's


man, you know.  And after I've fucked her I may have to spank her,


to remind her of what a bad girl she's been."  He pushed his hips


up, forcing his cock deeper into Anna Maria's mouth and throat.


     Anna Maria's fingers and hips were moving hotly now as she


threw pretense to the wind and allowed herself to be totally


inflamed by exactly the words she wanted to hear.


     Paul grunted lustily as he shoved up into her mouth once more.


"She'll probably be wanting your Master to fuck her all the time


after that, Anna.  She'll be calling, wanting to know when she


can come over to fuck.  And it will be good stuff, Anna, so I'll


let her come over, and I'll fuck her.  Maybe I'll even go over to


her house and fuck her.  I'll fuck her so much that you'll hardly


be able to put your mouth on her without tasting me when you do."


     Anna's ass flew up and her hips locked and she grunted out her


orgasm, still trying to keep her lips tight around his shaft.  Paul


moved both hands to her head and grabbed handfulls of hair and


fucked up into her, his cum beginning it's powerful ride up out of


his balls and through his shaft, into her.


     After it was all over, Anna Maria climbed up next to him and


lay her head on his chest.  He held her, loving her responsiveness


and even feeling a little bit guilty at finding thoughts of fucking


her friend so exciting.


     "I'm a very naughty girl, huh Master?", she asked, quietly, a


smile playing at her lips.


     "Very naughty, Anna Maria," he replied, stroking her hair.


     "Is that okay, Master?"


     "Yes, precious. It's okay.  I like it."


     "I think it's that...well, I don't know...I think what it is


is that I want to be MADE to be really, really, naughty.  It's


something of a game, I know, because I'm really only doing what


excites me most.  But it excites me more if it seems like you're


forcing it on me."


     "I know, Anna."


     "Like just now...I wanted so much for you to agree to fuck


Betty, but you made it so hard.  You made me almost beg you to do


it.  It's very naughty to want that, but even naughtier to beg you


to do it."


     Paul smiled.  "I did notice that you became rather aroused,"


he said, with teasing understatement.


     "Yes!  And then when you said you would send me off to clean


the dungeon and you would take your own sweet time fucking her, and


you'd probably fuck her often after that, whenever you


wanted...Damn!  Suddenly it wasn't me making you fuck Betty any


more, but you making me be a good little slave who simply


understood that you WOULD fuck her when it pleased you. That's what


really got me."


     "I think we're beginning to understand each other, Anna


Maria," he said, turning her head toward him, so that he could kiss


her once more.





Continued in MRWADE.149.....