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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.156 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-seven

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MRWADE.156                                       By Master Wade

















                            Latin Lust





                       Chapter Twenty-seven











     Paul opened the bottom drawer of the chest which stood along


the east wall of the room and took out a simple sheath dress made


from burlap material.  He tossed it to Anna Maria and told her to


put it on.  She obeyed, wincing at the rough burlap as it scraped


the red welts on her back and ass.  Paul opened the top drawer and


took out a finely crafted leather collar which he then placed


around her neck.


     "You are now totally and truly my slave, Anna Maria," he said,


as he turned her to face him. "Do you understand that your body


belongs to me now, to do with what I please?"


     "Yes, Master," she replied.


     "And you understand that I will give you pain just as quickly


as I will give you pleasure?", he asked.


     "Yes, Master.  I do understand," she said, her voice soft, her


tone of voice subdued.


     "The entire range of feelings that your flesh is capable of is


within my grasp at any time, Anna.  I can make you moan with


delight, or cry out with fear.  I can bathe you and kiss you


softly, or whip you and pour cum down your throat.  You will be


denied pleasure so that you may receive it.  You will feel pain so


that you may also feel pleasure.  You will have cock and cunt, man


and woman, juice and cum.  Even after our two weeks are over, when


you are in court, or working with clients, the legs under your


dress will belong to me, your cunt will belong to me, your asshole


will be mine."


     "Yes, Master, I know," she said.  "I love you, Master."


     "Now we will take you to your friend and let her see the marks


on your body while they are still fresh.  She will comfort you, and


you will make love to her, and you will push your tongue into her


ass, just as you did the young married girl, and tomorrow I will


bring you back here once more."


     "Does she have to see me like this, Master?  In this dress?


With my tear stained face?"


     "Yes, Anna.  She, above all others, must know how totally you


belong to me.  And she must see what will become of her, as well."


     "I understand, Master," she replied.  She sighed heavily. Some


of this was more difficult for her than she had imagined it would


be.


     Paul led her from the dungeon and out to the car.  Anna Maria


felt as if the eyes of the world were on her, even though there was


no one to see her in the collar and the burlap dress.  At the condo


it was different, and the guard at the front desk grinned when he


saw her.  Obviously, Anna Maria thought to herself, he had seen


something like this before.


     At last they were in the great room, the eyes of the world no


longer a concern.  Betty was there waiting for them, and Anna ran


to her, falling into her arms.  Betty held her closely and kissed


her tenderly.  Paul motioned for her to take her to the bedroom and


left them alone.  Betty had been instructed to bathe her and to put


a soothing balm on her sore body.


     Paul walked out onto the balcony.  The night air was heavy and


clung to him, sticky and damp.  He didn't feel sorry for Anna Maria


anymore than he hated himself for what he had just done with her,


but there was a melancholy acceptance of it which hung over him


like the night air.  It was all about intensity of feelings, about


creating an atmosphere which provided for maximum levels of


arousal. It was not about cruelty or twisted psyches.  It was


primitive and ancient, animalistic, but powerful in a special way.


Even now, he knew, Anna Maria was relishing what she had


experienced, and the marks on her body were making Betty hunger for


the same thing.  Paul felt badly for being so emotionally drained


by it all.  Certainly he had the easiest part in all this, but it


wasn't devoid of its own variation of pain to be the one


responsible for administering it.


     Paul walked to the bedroom and opened the door slowly.  Anna


Maria was on her stomach on the bed, and Betty was applying the


lotion gently to her body.  He sat next to the naked slavegirl and


kissed her softly on the cheek.


     "You don't know how marvelous you are...what a wonder you are.


You don't know how much I love you and want you," he said to her


softly.


     Anna Maria could hear the sincerity in his voice and was


pleased to hear him say such things to her, especially now, and


especially in Betty's presence.  She needed to know he still felt


that way, to know that the harsh words and the cruel punishments


were grounded in love and not hate.  She reached for his hand and


kissed his fingers lovingly, tears coming to her eyes once again.


     Paul moved to a chair next to the bed and watched them.  They


made slow, sensuous love to each other, soft lips playing at each


other, slim fingers working nipples and labia, legs innertwining,


breasts being rubbed against breasts.  Paul was moved, not sexually


this time, but emotionally, and he watched intently, drinking in


the affection and desire so freely exhibited by the beautiful young


women.


     Betty, understanding her sensitivity, allowed Anna to be on


top, preventing her from the cruel friction of the sheets against


her welts.  She brought her to two concurrent orgasms with her


mouth, sucking, kissing and teasing her with expert touch. When it


was over they lay in each others arms, and Paul continued watching


them, letting them both rest until they were calm.  Then he spoke.


     "Roll her over onto her back and feed her your ass, Betty," he


said, his voice calm and even.


     Betty did as she was told, turning Anna Maria over, cringing


slightly at the soreness that she knew still must exist.  Then she


moved herself so that she was above the young Latin girl's face and


lowered her ass to her, holding her cheeks open widely.  She turned


to look at Paul, and no words needed to be exchanged.  Betty loved


this moment, this opportunity to be so lewdly and passionately


connected to her best friend, her college roomate, the girl she


went shopping with, the girl who's man she fucked.


     Paul loved it too.  Anna Maria was far too lovely and


innocent, too professional and reserved to be sticking her tongue


in another woman's asshole, but she was doing it, and she was doing


it eagerly, her back and ass and thighs still burning hot, knowing


that she would be taken back to the dungeon for doing this very


thing.


     Anna Maria sucked hotly at her friend's ass, determined to


make her come without touching her clitoris.  Her mouth and tongue


made it clear that there was no hint of reluctance or distaste for


their duties, and the clarity of that statement, though unspoken,


was in itself nearly enough to make Betty come. Growing hotter and


hotter she began working her hips, making Anna Maria move her head


to stay locked on her anus, making her work at it, making her


concentrate on staying connected to her ass.  She felt Anna Maria's


hands taking her by the waist and encouraging her to fuck at her


mouth and she saw Paul watching and she felt her nipples harden and


Anna Maria's hair grazing her thighs and she saw Anna Maria's


nakedness and remembered the red welts and she came and came and


came.


     Paul stood and carefully placed the burlap dress in the chair


he had just vacated so that it lay along the seat and the back of


the chair.  He picked Anna Maria up and sat her down in the chair,


telling her that she must simply watch, and that she could not


touch herself.  Then he moved onto the bed with the blonde girl and


took his time fucking her, using her mouth, then her pussy and


finally her ass.  Anna watched, and when her Master had shot his


cum in her best friend's ass, she moved quietly between those legs


and licked at the cum which leaked from the small little hole.  As


Paul's cock slid out, Anna Maria cleansed it with her tongue and


lips and then busied herself once again with Betty's ass, getting


as much of the cum as she could.  Then the three of them, naked and


spent, fell asleep together.





     Anna Maria wakened to breakfast in bed again.  Betty had


already left for work, and it was just the two of them.  Much of


the soreness of the day before was gone.  There was just enough of


it remaining  to convince Anna Maria that she had not dreamed it


all happening to her, and to remind her that it would be happening


to her again, and soon.


     The telephone rang, and Paul picked up the extension on the


table by the bed.  It was Anne.


     "Listen, I can't talk very long, but I just had to call you


again," she said, her voice low.


     "That's fine.  I'm sorry we haven't been able to get


together," Paul replied.


     "I know...me too.  I saw you in Betty's mouth, you know, and


you're so thick...I mean a lot thicker than my husband is and I


know I'm a little girl but I want a thick one real bad.  Do you


mind me being so honest?  I haven't been able to think about


anything else...well, except for the girls, I mean."


     "I don't mind.  I think a little girl like you should get a


thick one from time to time."  Paul felt himself hardening.


     "Shit...I have to go.  Call me soon, okay?"  She was gone.


     Paul hung the phone up and looked at Anna Maria.  She was


grinning at him.


     "At first I thought that might be Betty," she said, "but I


don't believe it was, was it?"


     Paul smiled back at her.  "No, that was our little married


friend Anne.  She's quite a hungry little girl."


     "And hungry for cock this time, it sounds like," Anna Maria


said.


     "Yes, I think so."


     "Well, you must do something about that, my handsome Master."


     "It isn't the most unpleasant task I can think of, but I do


have my hands full at the moment."


     "Well," Anna Maria said, running her finger along his back,


"you could invite her over today and let me make her good and wet


for you...instead of whatever else you had planned, that is."


     Paul chuckled.  "Instead of taking you back to the dungeon,


you mean?"


     "Oh, well, yes, I guess so, if that's what you were planning."


     "Uh huh.  I think that would be unfair to you, my sweet Anna.


Unless I did both things, that is."


     Anna Maria fell back on the bed and sighed.  "You are going to


whip me some more, aren't you?", she asked, her voice trembling


slightly.


     "I'm going to whip someone, Anna.  I suppose I could take


Betty there instead of you.  Or Anne.  She's been a bad girl,


calling me, begging me to fuck her.  It doesn't have to be you."


     "If you took them to your dungeon would you whip them as hard


as you did me?"


     "Betty, maybe, but mostly because she wants it so much.  Anne,


no, certainly not."


     "Why do you want to whip me so hard?", she asked, her eyebrows


wrinkling.


     "Anne is a side-piece, Anna Maria," he explained.  "She


doesn't belong to me, and she could never be everything I need in a


slave.  Betty is terrific, and in combination with you she is


simply delicious, but even she can't be what I want and need. You


are different.  Everything you receive at my hands has to be more


intense, more special, more personal and real.  I have to own you


in a way that I don't care to own anyone else.  Whipping you hard


is only part of that."


     "I think I understand.  It did make me very wet.  And I do


feel even more your slave because you can and will do that to me."


     "Feed your Master, Anna," Paul said.  She knew he didn't mean


breakfast.


     Anna Maria moved the breakfast trays and straddled Paul, her


knees on either side of his head.  Supporting herself with one hand


against the wall behind the bed, she held her lips open and moved


her pussy to his mouth.  It was so like him to do this; one minute


threatening to take others to his dungeon instead of her, another


minute telling her that he would whip her harder than any of the


others, and then eating her pussy relentlessly, totally unconcerned


about his own orgasm, intent only on making her come with his


mouth.





     Later, after they both had showered, Paul dressed Anna Maria


in silk stockings and a lace garterbelt.  He slid red high heels


onto her feet and placed the collar back around her neck.  He


nodded at the burlap sack dress and watched her slide it on.


     "Walk around in it.  Tease me," he said, and he watched as she


performed for him, the burlap slave dress and the expensive


underthings an exciting but totally incongruous combination.  She


moved sensuously, dancing and moving like a model, lifting the sack


dress to show her legs and her naked pussy, doing all the things


she knew he, or any other man, would love to see her do.


     Paul let her play for quite a long time, but he had his limits


too.  He stood, adjusting his cock in his pants and led her out of


the condo and to his car.  Ten minutes later they were in the


converted old office.


     Still in the mood to be entertained, Paul had Anna Maria work


out on the Nautilus machines, still dressed in the burlap.  He


loved watching the dress rise as she worked her legs, seeing it


slide up above her stocking tops, watching as her legs opened, her


naked pussy exposed to him so lewdly.


     Anna Maria felt the rough burlap abrading her nipples and the


welts from her previous whipping.  She felt her prespiration


wetting it and making it stick to her body, causing it to pull at


her skin when she moved.


     He moved her from one machine to another, watching her work


out.  She wasn't dressed for such things, and seeing her on the


machines in that outfit was very pleasing.  He resolved to take


photographs of her doing the very same thing on some future


occasion.


     Paul had her lay on the table with her legs apart, still


wearing the burlap rag, and handed her a vibrator to use on


herself. It was standard vibrator fare, a simple chrome finished


plastic bullet which any woman could work up into herself if she


liked.  He watched her work the tip of it against her clitoris, and


slide the end between her lips.  He stood beside her and played


with her breasts through the rough burlap, feeling her hard nipples


stiff and sore under the cloth.  She grew quickly hot and Paul had


to stop letting her use the vibrator.  He did allow her to use her


fingers for a bit, but even that brought her too close to orgasm,


and he stopped her once more.


     Taking two butt plugs, like the ones he had used in her


before, Paul filled both her bottom holes and then had her kneel on


the spanking bench, a low leather-covered contraption that pushed


her ass up at him.  He pushed the dress up around her waist and


spanked her with his hand slowly, warming her bottom, preparing her


for more.  He took his leather paddle from the chest and returned


to her, smiling at the loud slapping noise the two layers of thick


leather made as they hit her olive ass which was now tinted with a


red blush.


     Anna Maria felt a warm glow all over her body from the


exercise she had done, the rough touch of the burlap against her


tender skin, and the burning slap of the leather on her ass.  Every


time she jerked, every time the paddle struck her, she felt the


plugs in her cunt and ass move inside her.  She wanted to fuck at


them, but there was nothing holding them there except her own


clinging muscles and their tapers.  How she wished he would push


his fingers against them and hold them in place so that she could


work her holes on them.


     Paul ended the paddling and helped her to her feet.  He stood,


facing her, and ripped the burlap dress off of her, tearing it


roughly and quickly down the middle, ripping it in half.  The


sudden violence of this startled Anna Maria and she cowered


slightly, feeling goosebumps forming on her thighs.  She felt so


helpless.  He could and would do anything he liked to her here, and


she had no idea what would come next.


     Paul moved her to the center of the room and lowered the bar


which hung from the rafters.  There were wrist cuffs attached to


each end of the bar, and he closed them around her wrists, the bar


lifting her arms above her head.


     Paul liked the way she looked, standing there in stockings and


garterbelt and high heels.  He took a riding crop from the wall and


smartly cracked it against the backs of her thighs, making her jump


and twist, jerking away from the stinging blows.  He grinned,


chuckling at her awkward struggling.  She couldn't move away from


him, but she tried, hopping and skipping, turning her little olive


skinned body feverishly to try to avoid the thin leather covered


shaft of the crop.


     "Nasty little slut," he said, his voice ugly.  "Nasty little


pussy eating, ass licking, show off girl."  The leather cracked


against her again and again.  "Sticking your tongue in Betty's ass,


wanting so much for me to fuck her, loving to watch your Master


fuck other girls.  You are a very bad little girl, Anna Maria."


     Paul kept this up for what seemed to Anna Maria to be a very


long time, but which was really only a few minutes.  The wrist


cuffs chafed her skin, and her arm and leg muscles ached from her


evasive dancing movements.  Then he stopped and attached her ankles


to yet another spreader bar.  This held her legs apart widely and


prevented her from moving away from him.  She shuddered at the


knowledge that she was now totally unable of escaping the crop.


     Paul stepped in front of the bound little attorney and kissed


her hard on the mouth, pushing at the two plugs inside her holes


with his hand between her legs.  He worked them up into her,


pushing them and then releasing them, fucking her with them, as he


continued kissing her deeply, and then he stopped.


     Stepping away momentarily, Paul returned with clothespins,


which he placed on each of her nipples, making her groan and wince


from the sharp pain they caused.  She closed her eyes tightly, her


nipples on fire.  She was now almost unaware of the pain she had


felt so strongly on her ass and thighs only seconds earlier. 


Everything else was a dull ache compared to the stinging heat of


her nipples.  Her breathing grew ragged, and her hands closed


tightly, her fingernails digging into her palms.


     Paul took the plug from her pussy and began greasing a large


dildo with mineral oil.  He poured some oil into his hand and wiped


it through her already wet slit, making her even slicker and more


easily entered.  The dildo was cock-shaped, and much bigger than


anything he had used on her before.  It quite possibly would be too


big for her to take, he couldn't tell for sure at this point.  He


held it up for her to see, holding it in front of her face, and saw


the look of fear in her eyes.


     "It's too big! Don't fuck me with that, please!", she cried.


     Paul merely grinned and slid the slick plastic dick between


her tits and down her belly.  He placed the head of it at her lips,


kneeling in front of her.  He pressed upward, feeling the


restrictive pressure of her swollen labia.  He pushed harder,


hearing Anna Maria continue to plead with him to stop.  He was


causing her no pain, he was sure of that.  It was fear that caused


her trepidation, and only that.  The head began to slide into her,


the mineral oil easing the entrance of the cock that was much


bigger than his own.


     Paul was suprised.  He hadn't expected to get it inside the


small girl.  Her mouth opened in a gasp as the entire head slid


into her, and Paul wondered how aware she was of her nipples at


this point.  He held the dildo in place, just keeping the head


inside her, and reached up to take the clothespins off her nipples.


     The pain increased as Paul removed the clothespins, and Anna


Maria yelped.  Paul pushed the dildo into her more deeply as he


took the clothespins off, and when both of her nipples were


unburdened, he pushed it further until he could feel it striking


the back of her cunt.  He held it there, embedded inside the bound


young woman, waiting for her to become aware of it more fully.  The


pain in her nipples gradually subsided, and Anna looked down at the


dildo sticking out of her hole.  She had never felt so full in her


life, and as frightened as she was by being so stuffed, she felt


herself responding to the idea of it, and the feeling of the fake


dick inside her.  She moaned hotly, throwing her head back,


ashamed, but excited, nevertheless.


     Paul began to fuck her slowly, working the huge dildo back and


forth inside her.  He felt her trying to fuck herself back at it,


but her movements were restricted and she was only able to squat


slightly and work her hips in small circles.


     "That's a good girl," he said, hotly, screwing her with the


dildo, "fuck the big dick.  Fuck the cock that's bigger than any


cock you've ever had before, Anna.  That's my little piece, screw


it, feel it fucking you.  You love that, don't you, you little


Latino whore?  Don't you?"


     "Yessss," Anna Maria grunted, lustily, "I love the big


cock...fuck me with it, fuck me harder with it!"


     Paul grinned and worked the dildo faster inside her.  As he


did it, he unfastened the ankle cuffs and tossed the spreader bar


to the side.  Then he put the clothespins back on her nipples


again, and holding the dildo deep inside her, released her from the


wrist cuffs.  She rubbed her wrists encouraging her circulation,


and then her hands moved to her breasts, where she squeezed her


tits, being careful not to touch the clothespins which stuck out


from her nipples so lewdly.  Paul worked the dildo in her again,


and now she squated lower, fucking her hips back at the huge fake


cock inside her.


     Paul pulled the cock out of her, pulled the clothespins from


her nipples roughly, tossed the dildo onto the mattress and told


her to finish herself.  Anna stared at him, angrily, but waddled in


her high heels to the mattress and lay down on it, grabbing the big


plastic dick in her hands and pushing back inside her, as she held


her legs wide apart. She held the big cock with both hands, fucking


herself on it, her eyes closed, her nipples red and sore, rising


like little missiles on the ends of her tits.  Nothing mattered to


her now except fucking this thick thing inside her, and she worked


her hips and hands, pumping and hunching, lewdly laying on the bare


mattress in the old warehouse, fucking herself while Paul watched.


     Paul knelt beside her on the mattress and pulled his cock out


of his pants.  He stroked himself, his cock pointed at her face as


she fucked herself, oblivious to his presence.  She worked herself


faster and faster, on a quick rise to orgasm, and the feverish


fucking she gave herself pushed Paul over the edge with her, his


hot cum splashing out onto her face, landing thickly on her cheeks


and lips and chin.


     When it was over, Anna lay on the mattress, weak from


exertion.  Paul pushed his cock to her tongue, letting her lick him


clean, and then allowed her to rest.  He slid the big cock from


her, and the buttplug from her ass, and draped the burlap over her


to keep her warm.  And then she slept.





Continued in MRWADE.157....