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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.151 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-two

Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:54:21 GMT

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MRWADE.151                                      By Master Wade














                           Latin Lust





                       Chapter Twenty-two














     Paul opened the inner door of the old warehouse, the one which


opened to his "dungeon", and immediately had to fight to keep from


laughing.  Anna Maria was sitting cross-legged on the top of the


scarred old work-table which sat in the center of the room.  She


looked pitiful but terribly amusing at the same time, a little waif


with dirty smudges all over herself and her clothing, her usually


perfect hair now matted and laced with cobwebs and dust.


     Anna Maria stuck out her tongue at him, seeing the grin that


played at his mouth, and then he couldn't help it, and he laughed


in spite of himself.  Betty was right behind him when he came


through the door, freshly bathed and breath-takingly lovely in the


red suit and white stockings.  She put a had to her mouth, to cover


her own reaction, a movement not un-noticed by Anna Maria.


     "Go ahead and laugh...both of you," she said, with feigned


hostility.  "While you've been fucking and having a wonderful time,


this poor little Latino slave girl has been working her ass off!"


     Betty went to her immediately and wrapped her arms around her,


totally unconcerned about the results to her own clothes.


     "You poor baby," she said, clucking like a mother hen. 


"Someone needs to give you a good bath, and I'm just the one to do


it."


     Maria couldn't help but smile at that idea, and she hoped it


was an offer Betty would be allowed to carry through with.


     "Looks like you did a fine job, Anna," Paul said, looking


around the room.  The leather gleamed, the chrome on the workout


equipment shone and even the old wooden devices appeared to have


been polished.  Betty had released her now and Paul noticed the


dark smudge on the crotch of her shorts.  "One does wish he might


have watched you do your cleaning, though," he said, staring at her


dirty shorts.  "It looks as if you might have a novel technique."


     Anna Maria looked down at herself and noticed the dirty smudge


for the first time.  She covered it with her hand.


     "Is that just a hunch, Master, or do you have video cameras in


here somewhere that I didn't see?"


     "I'd say hunch was the operative word, Anna Maria," he


grinned, knowing she would catch his meaning.


     She grinned.  "Well, time does fly when you're having fun,


Master.  I trust things went well with the two of you?"


     Betty blushed and lowered her eyes.


     "Your friend is one fine piece of ass, Anna," Paul said,


wickedly.  "Much too fine to have only infrequently."


     Anna Maria beamed and jumped down off the table to go hug her


friend.  "Was my Master good to you?", she asked, holding her face


in her dirty hands.


     "Much too good to serve only infrequently," Betty mimicked, a


playful smile making her even more lovely.


     "Oh, I love you both!", Anna said, kissing Betty on the cheek


and then going to Paul to wrap her arms around him and kiss him.


     "Thank you, Master.  I knew you wouldn't be disappointed. 


Isn't she wonderful?"


     "Not a speck more wonderful than you, my precious little


slavegirl," he said, smiling at her and truly grateful that she had


such a strong desire for him to love her friend.


     "And not a speck less wonderful either!", she said, feigning


a punch to his chin.  "Now that you know what she's like and that


you can have her," she said, teasingly but with sincerity to back


it up, "if you don't take advantage of it I'll really be upset with


you!"


     "And that, my dear Anna, is something you will not have to


worry about, for sure," he said, kissing her mouth gently and then


pushing her away from him.


     "Now...it's time for us to blow this joint, as the saying


goes. As much as I want to be with the two of you together, I'm


going to ask Betty to take you home to your house, and to stay


there with you tonight.  She can clean you up and you can enjoy


being with each other.  I know it's been a while."


     "Oh, but Master..", Anna Maria began, but Paul interrupted


her.


     "Oh but Master nothing, Anna.  I can only stand so much in one


day, and frankly I would relish a little time alone tonight.  I've


explained to Betty that she is to bring you back here tomorrow and


have lunch with us.  Anne will be coming at 3:00, remember."


     Anna Maria blushed at the mention of Anne.  She hadn't said


anything to Betty about any of that.  She wondered how Betty had


taken it.


     "I tossed a few things in a bag for you, Anna," Betty said,


"and my car is outside.  We can go straight home."


     "Okay, if that's the way you want it, Master," she said,


kissing him once more.  "I'll miss you tonight, but it is sweet of


you to let us be alone.  See you tomorrow then."


     The girls left together arm in arm, excited and giggling, Anna


Maria anxious to hear all that had happened, and Betty eager to


tell her.


     Paul walked around the room and ran his fingers along the warm


wood of the racks.  He took one of the crops down and examined it,


seeing the loving care with which Anna Maria had applied the balm


and had worked it into the leather with her fingers.  He felt


almost like a kid in a candy store; having the two of them to bring


to this room, knowing that both of them would respond in their own


way and within their own limits to what he did with them there.


Oddly enough he already knew more about what Betty's limits would


be than he did Anna's, but that excited him.  Betty was quite


capable of satisfying any sadistic tendencies he had, and while he


didn't particularly like to phrase them in that way and never


dwelled on them, he knew there were some there inside him, and that


she would afford him the opportunity to express them.  That meant


that with Anna he would be free to totally concentrate on what


excited her, not feeling even the slightest compulsion to encourage


her to do something solely for his benefit.  He had a strong


feeling that she would surprise him and he looked forward to


finding out if his instincts were on the mark.


     Paul hung the crop back on it's hook and almost missed the


brown pubic hair that clung to the handle.  He lifted the crop to


his face and smelled the leather handle along its length and at the


end where the Turks Head knot formed a cap.  It was there,


partially covered by the smell of the balm, but not totally so; the


unmistakable smell of Anna Maria's cunt.





     "Yes, yes, yes!", Betty replied excitedly to Anna Maria's


machine gun speed questions.  "Yes! We did all those things and yes


it was wonderful and I can see now why you've let him totally


disrupt your life!"


     Anna Maria reached over and pushed Betty's dress up above her


stocking tops, trying her best not to get her clothes dirty.


     "I wish I could have seen him when you stripped for him," she


said, grinning, still brimming over with excitement.  "What did he


say?  What did he like best?"


     "He said I was made for it, just like you said, and he said I


was an assgirl...he really liked my ass and it got him hot to know


I love taking it up the ass.  And my nipples...he really liked them


a lot and that's good cause I'm going to use that little bit of


knowledge with him, you just wait."


     "And your legs...I know he must have loved your legs," Anna


said, staring at Betty's bare thighs above the stocking tops.


     "I think so.  I hope so.  Well, I'm sure he did.  Is that


something I should use with him too?"


     "Oh, definitely," Anna Maria replied.  "Never let him see you


in pants, in spite of how good you look in them.  We'll both use


our legs a lot with him, especially when we're all together.  Okay? 


I mean that's really going to work with him, I just know it."


     "Legs, ass and nipples," Betty said, grinning.  "That just


about covers everything, doesn't it?"  She laughed.


     "Or uncovers it, depending on how you look at it," Anna Maria


countered, joining Betty in her laughter.  She loved being able to


share Paul with Betty.  Just being able to talk about it together


and plan things together made it so exciting and so much fun.


     Betty glanced at her friend and loved that her eyes were still


almost glued to her thighs.  It sounded like between raising her


skirt for Paul and raising it for Anna Maria she would hardly ever


have it down, but that was just fine with her.  She knew how good


her legs were, and turning people on with them was one of her most


favorite things in the whole world.  One more mile and then she


could wash her darling little olive skinned friend and cover her


with kisses, at last.





     Finally, Anne thought to herself as she watched her husband


fall asleep in front of the TV.  She got up quietly and went into


the bathroom, locking the door behind her.  Tomorrow was the day,


the day when she would go to Paul's condo again for the sole


purpose of having sex with Anna Maria.  Well, he hadn't put it to


her exactly like that, but she knew that was what it was all about,


and she wanted it more than she could tell anyone.  She wondered if


Paul would want to fuck her too.  She would let him, of course, if


he did.  Then again, he might not be into that.  It hardly mattered


to Anne, as long as she got to be with the woman.  Oh, she loved


cock, and she knew it would be especially good with Paul, just by


looking at him and from hearing the way he spoke to her, whispering


in her ear so hottly while Barbara had eaten her.


     Sure, she would love to fuck, but what she really wanted was


Anna Maria.  She'd never told anyone, but she'd always wanted to be


with someone with dark skin.  Anna wasn't as dark as the negro


girls that Anne had often fantasized about, but she wasn't as white


as Peggy and Barbara, either.  And she'd certainly never seen


anyone, black, olive or white, who was more erotic than Anna was as


she had danced around the room stripping for them.


     All these thoughts made Anne really hot, and she slid her hand


under the waistband of her panties, her fingers guiding the way to


her wet and hot pussy.  She felt for the clit, pushing the folds of


her upper sex to the side and massaged herself there, feeling the


response that she so loved to feel.  Tomorrow, with any luck, it


would be Anna's tongue that would be touching her there like that. 


Damn, she needed to come so bad!


     The doorknob on the bathroom door rattled.


     "Anne?  Are you in there?  Why do you have the door locked?",


her husband asked, groggily.


     Anne felt her heart fall to her stomach.  She hated to be


startled like that when she was masturbating.  The worst part was


that now she'd have to either hurry up, something she also hated to


do, or just forget it, something she desperately didn't want to


have to do.


     "Yes, I'm in here.  I must have hit the button by mistake.


Why?  Do you need something in here?"


     "Uh huh," he said, and she could tell he was leaning against


the door, almost asleep standing up.  "I need to brush my teeth and


floss.  Then I'm going to bed."


     "I'll be out in just a minute," she called to him.  Brush his


teeth and floss, she thought with disgust.  Like that's more


important than me getting mine.  Asshole.





     Paul walked into the condo and was immediately struck by how


alone he felt.  Anna had only been there with him for a little less


than a week, but having here there was wonderful.  Maybe he liked


living alone less than he realized.


     It hadn't been easy for him to send her off with Betty. He was


even more anxious to see them together than before.  But he wanted


them to have this chance to speak freely with each other now that


he had been with Betty.  If they did, and he was sure they would,


and afterwards they still wanted it all to happen, then he'd have


many opportunities to be with them in the future.  If they had


problems dealing with it, then he wanted them to find it out as


early as possible.


     Paul felt himself stirring inside just thinking about what he


had experienced earlier with Betty.  He really wanted this to work.


He wanted it more than he had allowed either of them to see, and


yet he was trying to be realistic about it and not set himself up


for too much disappointment if it didn't.  He hadn't expected Betty


to look so good out of her clothes, nor for her to be as much into


D/s as she was already.  Between her legs and her nipples and her


ass...the girl came when she was fucked in the ass...damn...she


would be a constant delight.  Add that to how delightful the


physical contrasts between she and Anna Maria would be, their


mutual exhibitionist tendencies, their deep hunger for each other,


and Anna's almost unquenchable hunger for him to fuck both of them,


and you had a mixture for heaven on earth if there ever was one.


     Paul almost wished now that he'd not been so quick to involve


Peggy and her two friends.  There were only so many hours in a day,


afterall, and as delightful as all three of them were, Anna Maria's


bisexual needs could easily be met by Betty alone, he was sure.


     Then again, this Anne was some good stuff too.  He wouldn't


necessarily have to involve Peggy and Barbara, except perhaps to


let them try Anna Maria out occasionally, which would be easy


enough to do.  He could send her off to play with Peggy and Barbara


and keep Anne and Betty home to play with himself if he wanted to,


for that matter.  He liked that Anne was married and that she was


so young.  Those two things made her just that much more exciting,


and he knew they would make her more exciting to Anna Maria and


Betty as well.


     Paul considered whether or not he should fuck Anne while she


was visiting.  He primarily had invited her so that he could see


her with Anna Maria, but he had to admit that he'd like to have


some of it too.  He'd probably follow Anna Maria's lead and let her


make up his mind for him.  He had, afterall, only just finished


fucking her girlfriend.  No point in pushing his luck.  Besides, he


really wanted Anna Maria more than anyone else at the moment


anyway. Perhaps he'd just let Anne watch him fuck Anna and save a


trip into her little pleasure pit for another time.


     Paul straightened up a bit, doing the dishes in the kitchen,


putting in a load of clothes, making Anna Maria's bed.  He almost


changed the sheets on her bed, but decided to leave them.  They


smelled of Betty and of fucking and he wanted Anna Maria to lay in


them and smell it and relive it in her mind.  When he was done, he


updated his file on the two girls in the computer, adding two full


pages of new information on Betty, information that made his mouth


water.  Then he went to bed.





     Anna Maria and Betty lay nestled like spoons in Anna's bed,


both of them naked, both of them smelling like pussy, and both of


them sound asleep.  When they arrived they had immediately headed


for the shower and bathed together, their wonderful young bodies


glistening in the water and responding hotly to the soapy hands


that roamed all over them.  They french kissed in the stream of


water, tits pressing tits, hands grabbing asses, two playful little


girls who could care less what anyone else outside their little


circle thought of their hungers for each other.


     When they were clean they toweled each other dry with the big


soft towels and went straight to bed where they ate each other


slowly and leisurely.  Toward the end, when their passion was


mounting at a feverish pitch, Anna Maria pushed herself over the


edge by thinking that it had only been a few hours ago that Paul's


cock had been in this very same pussy she was kissing and sucking,


and Betty longing for the opportunity to suck his cum out of Anna


Maria's sweet hole.


     


     Anne lay on her side, trying to make sleep come.  She had


wound up having to let her husband fuck her.  Worse than his in and


out mindless plunging into her, which always seem to be a race to


see who could come first, was his unusual decision to read in bed


afterwards, rather than falling asleep almost before he pulled out


of her, which was his usual course of action. Now she couldn't even


slip off to the bathroom to finish what she had begun earlier.


     Maybe it was better this way, she told herself.  Maybe she


would just let herself get more and more hungry and needy for Anna


Maria and when tomorrow came and she was finally with her, she


would make up for these moments in spades.





Continued in MRWADE.152......