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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.152 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-three

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MRWADE.152                                       By Master Wade














                            Latin Lust





                       Chapter Twenty-three

















     Paul awakened the next morning to his security bell ringing.


He got up and found his way to the buzzer to allow whoever it was


to come on up.  He ran a brush through his wild hair, taming it to


some degree, and then slipped on his smoking jacket.  He opened the


door to find Anna Maria and Betty standing there with huge grins on


their face and their arms full of grocery bags.


     "Go back to bed, Master," Anna Maria said as they entered.


"You look terrible.  Betty and I decided we would fix you breakfast


in bed.  So just go...on with you...and we'll bring it to you when


we're done.  You can still get some sleep in."


     "I could go with him if you wanted," Betty chimed in, rubbing


her breasts against his arm as she walked past him.


     Anna Maria laughed.  "Not on your life, girl.  You've got to


help me.  For now, anyway." She grinned at Betty and sat the bags


down on the hall table.  She pushed Paul toward his room, and when


she had gotten him far enough away from the blonde that she thought


he might stand a chance, she went back to begin fixing breakfast.


     Paul shook his head and finally allowed himself to smile


broadly and laugh at their silliness.  They had taken him so by


surprise that he was just now becoming aware of what was going on.


It was a lovely surprise, actually, and just knowing that the two


of them were there was making him grow hard already.  He climbed


into his bed, forcing himself to let sleep take him before he wound


up taking both of them.





     "Damn," Betty said, grinning at Anna Maria, "he looks awful in


the mornings!"


     "Oh hush! He doesn't look any worse than most men his age do


in the morning."


     "How would you know?", Betty asked her teasingly.


     "I just know.  Trust me."


     "Okay, but one of us should fuck him first thing every morning


and then push him into the shower and make him presentable."


     "Sounds like a plan to me," Anna Maria said, opening a package


of bacon.


     "I volunteer!", they both said at exactly the same time,


breaking into laughter at the chorus they had raised.





     Anne stood in the shower, letting the shower massage work its


magic on her body.  She carefully avoided letting it pulse against


her pussy, washing that part of herself by hand and then changing


the spray to a lighter degree of force before rinsing between her


legs.  It would have felt wonderful to let the stinging water make


her come, but she had decided to wait, knowing how good it would be


when Anna Maria's mouth was on her there, and how much more


powerful her reaction would be if she saved herself until then.


     The day should go smoothly.  Her husband was playing golf with


some of his friends, and they had conveniently decided to play at a


course which would make him even later getting home.  She told him


she would probably go shopping, something she often did on Sunday's


since she worked most Saturdays, or perhaps stop by Peggy's or the


club and workout a bit.  He didn't really care where she went as


long as she didn't hassle him about his golfing, and while he was


unaware of the reasons for it, there was a steadily decreasing


chance of her minding at all for him to be away from the house.


     I can't help it if I like pussy so much, Anne thought to


herself as she looked through her clothes closet to select just the


right thing to wear to Paul's.  Well, maybe I could help it, but I


sure don't want to, anyway.  It isn't like I don't like men, she


continued thinking, or even that I don't like being married. I just


love feminine things and find women powerfully erotic.  And I'm


good with women too, she thought.  I don't just kiss them there


because they like it, not like some women might; I do it because I


honestly love to kiss and lick pussies and taste the juice and suck


on clits and have my hands full of tits.


     She picked out a simple little dress that she knew made her


look even younger than her eighteen years.  Yes.  She would wear


that and go barelegged and braless and only wear a tiny little pair


of panties and some heels to make her taller and her legs more


attractive and she would make Anna Maria, and probably Paul too,


crazy for her.





     Anna Maria put her finger to her lips, motioning for Betty to


be quiet, as they slipped into Paul's room.  He was sleeping


soundly, and she sat the tray down on the floor beside the bed and


slid in beside him, motioning for Betty to get in on the other side


of him.  Then they kissed him on his cheeks, together.


     Paul awoke with a bit of confusion, still caught in the middle


of a dream.  It had something to do with being in a girl's school


surrounded by hot girls who wanted his body.


     "Might know I'd catch you in bed with another woman," Anna


Maria teased.  Paul turned to look at Betty.


     "Might know I'd catch you in bed with another woman," Betty


followed, a theatrical scowl on her face.


     "Fuck you both," Paul said, grinning and raised his arms to


pull them back down to him.  He kissed Anna hard on the mouth,


holding Betty and making her wait her turn.  Then he released Anna


Maria and kissed Betty, his arm still around Anna Maria's neck.


     "Mmmm...I think I could get used to this," he said, releasing


them and crossing his hands on his chest.


     "Well, assuming your dick doesn't fall off, you may get a


chance to do just that," Anna Maria teased, making Betty giggle.


     "Ahem..", Paul cleared his throat loudly, "you will pay for


that remark, my little olive skinned slut.  You already have some


time in the dungeon coming to you."


     Betty sat the tray across Paul's lap and sat next to him on


the bed, grinning at the trouble that Anna Maria was so eagerly


getting herself into.


     "Oops.  I'm sorry, Master.  What else have I done that earned


me a trip to the dungeon?"  She sat cross-legged and took a piece


of bacon from his plate.


     "Well, lets see.  Aside from making that comment about my dick


falling off, and eating bacon from my plate without my permission,


there is the little matter of fucking yourself on the handle of my


favorite crop when you were supposed to be cleaning."


     Anna Maria's mouth fell open and she looked at Betty with


disbelief.


     "How did you know that?", she asked, genuinely surprised.


     Paul turned to Betty and winked at her.


     "You see, Betty, it isn't important that she laid in the floor


and stuck the crop handle up her little twat, what is important is


how I know she did it.  Isn't that interesting?"


     "Yes, Master.  Only a very naughty girl would do something


like that," Betty said, stealing her own piece of bacon when he


turned his head toward Anna again.


     "Well, yes, of course I did," Anna Maria said, haughtily. "I


got hot thinking about the two of you fucking, and I made myself


come with it.  So spank me.  I don't care.  But I still want to


know how you knew."


     "Ahhh, spank you?  So you will also tell your Master how he is


to punish you?  What do we make of that, Betty?", he asked, turning


to her, and giving Anna Maria another crack at the bacon.


     "Well, Master, in most of the things I read a girl who fucked


herself on something like that would have it used on her as her


punishment.  She would seldom be spanked."


     "Yes, you're quite right.  And our little Anna Maria will not


be spanked either.  At least not in payment for that."


     "What will I be spanked for then, Master?", she asked, her


tone of voice softening as she considered having the crop used on


her.


     "For eating all my bacon," Paul said, looking at his nearly


empty plate.


     Both the girls laughed, and Betty jumped up to go get more


bacon.  Anna Maria kissed him while they waited for her to return.


     "I love you so much, Paul," she said softly. "And I love


having Betty here, don't you?"


     "Yes, I do. The two of you are really cute together.  I'm glad


you came back early.  And I love you too, you know."


     "Yes, I know," Anna replied, kissing him again.


     "Can she stay and meet Anne?", Anna Maria asked quietly and


somewhat hesitantly.  She wanted him to say yes, but she was afraid


to ask.


     "I'm not sure what Anne would think of that, Anna," he


replied. "She wasn't expecting there to be anyone here but you and


me, you know.  It might not be fair to her.  Does Betty know all


about Anne?"


     "Yes, I told her.  I thought she should know.  It didn't seem


to bother her at all, but she did say she wished she could be


here."


     "Well, I don't know how long Anne can stay.  Maybe Betty could


wait in my room and watch through the door.  If it looks like Anne


wouldn't mind her being here we could invite her to join us.  I


just wouldn't want to spring it on her."


     "That would probably work," Anna Maria said, and kissed him on


the cheek.  "Thanks."


     Betty walked in with a plate full of bacon and sweet rolls.


She sat the plate down and turned her back to them, looking over


her shoulder.


     "Now, if that isn't enough bacon," she said, bending at the


waist and raising her dress to show her ass, "you'll just have to


make some."


     Paul reached out and slapped her precious ass and they all


laughed and made a dive for the bacon at the same time.





     Later, after Paul had showered, shaved and dressed, he stood


on the balcony, leaning against the railing and watching the two


girls who sat on the couch looking at magazines together. He


wondered if they had ever had a cross word between them.  If so


there certainly was no sign of it.  He had expected there to be


some area of conflict between them, some topic that had to be side-


stepped.  So far they seem to be as happy together as two eight-


year olds, playing and laughing and totally unfettered by such


things as jealousy and envy.


     Sooner or later they would have to decide whether to maintain


their current living arrangements or to move in together.  Paul


wanted both of them there with him, and it seemed wasteful to


maintain so many residences when it seemed they could be so happy


sharing one.  But, there were a lot of questions about how well


that might work.  The other members of the firm might not be too


accepting of Paul and Anna Maria living together, unless they


married, much less accepting Betty sharing a home with them.


     Paul also didn't know what Betty's anticipations were where


other men were concerned.  As much as she seemed to be enthralled


with them both, Betty might have other plans for her future, plans


that involved someone special in her own life; someone other than


Paul.  He felt a knot form in his stomach as he thought about Betty


being with another man.  It was amazing that he could become so


immediately territorial with her.  He certainly had no right to ask


her to avoid relationships with other men, not if he was going to


continue in his relationship with Anna Maria, and there was no


doubt about that.  He wouldn't give that up for anyone.  Not even


Betty.  Only time would tell, but Paul knew he must guard his


emotions where Betty was concerned.  At least until he knew better


what her feelings were about all of that.





     Paul was suddenly jarred back to the moment by the realization


that the two silly girls on the couch had changed their positions,


and were now laying on their backs with their legs thrust into the


air.  All he could see was two pair of wonderful legs waving at him


over the back of the couch.


     "You're both crazy! Crazy, crazy, crazy!", he said, laughing,


as he walked into the room and to the couch, gathering legs in his


arms and looking down at them.


     The two girls had their dress up around their waists, and were


cupping each other's pubic mounds through their panties.  They


smiled up at Paul with playful grins that were tinged with just


enough guilt to make the situation even more erotic.  He ran his


hands down their legs, olive skinned legs on one side of him, tan


but still much lighter skinned blonde slut legs on the other side


of him.  He shook his head from side to side slowly, his mouth


widened by a huge smile.


     "Some girls just wanna have fun, Master," Betty said, little-


girl-like.  She stuck her thumb in her mouth.


     "And that you shall have," he said, "as often as you want it."


He turned his head to kiss Anna Maria's ankle, and then back to


give Betty's the same gift.  "This is much too wonderful to be


real, you know," he said, his voice growing somber.  They both


could tell he was serious.


     "Lots of girls like pussy, Master," Anna Maria said, smiling


warmly at him.  "You just happened to find a couple who don't mind


letting you enjoy the fact that they do.


     Paul returned her smile.  "If that was all there was to it, it


would be wonderful enough," he said.  "Or, if I could touch either


one of you like this, and see you with your dress raised as it is,


that alone would be enough.  Even if I could feel for one of you,


what you both make me feel for you, that would be wonderful, almost


a miracle." He kissed their legs again.


     Anna Maria turned her head toward Betty and kissed her mouth,


her fingers pressing against the damp crotch of Betty's panties.


Kissing Betty was kissing Paul, in a way, and they all understood


that.  Paul slid his hands down their legs as they kissed, until he


was touching their hands.  He pressed against their fingers,


pushing Anna's fingers more tightly against Betty's pussy, and


Betty's more tightly against Anna's.  He pressed and released,


pressed and released, as if he were fucking them.  He continued


pushing against them, watching their passion grow, seeing them hold


their legs slightly more open, watching their breasts rise and


fall. Then he tugged the crotch of their panties to the side,


watching as the two girls slid fingers into each other and began


finger fucking.


     "Go get in my bed," he said, finally, unable to resist them


any further.  "I want you both."





     Anne waved goodbye to her husband as he drove away with his


friends. She was almost trembling inside she was so excited about


what she was about to do.  Strangely, this was more exciting to her


than being with Peggy and Barbara, although she did love Barbara's


hunger for her and the naughtiness of being with two women.  Maybe


it was because Paul would be there watching, freely allowing the


very thing that Anne had to keep so hidden from her husband. Or


maybe it was the darker skinned Anna Maria.  She didn't understand


all the reasons for it, but she didn't have to.  All she had to do


was just go to them and do what came so naturally to her. If she


was good, and she definitely planned on being good, perhaps they


would invite her back and she could do it again, sneaking out of


her house to let another man watch her eat his girlfriend's pussy.


     It occurred to Anne at that moment that she probably would not


find it nearly as exciting if she could do it freely.  Being


married and going outside her marriage for it made it even hotter.


Especially if Paul would fuck her, which she knew he might.  If not


today, then certainly some other day.  If she played her cards


right.  She counted her lovers in her mind.  Peggy, Barbara, Anna


Maria, Paul.  Maybe there would be more. She could handle more.


Especially more women.  Anne slid her hand into her panties and wet


her fingers.  She moved them to her mouth and sucked the juice from


them hungrily, remembering the smell and taste of Anna Maria.  I'm


only eighteen, she thought to herself as she sucked the fingers. I


can have lots of pussy, lots of cock.  I can have as much as I


want. She wet the fingers again.





Continued in MRWADE.153....