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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.157 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-eight

Date: 14 Oct 1995 08:00:21 GMT

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MRWADE.157                                      By Master Wade














                           Latin Lust





                      Chapter Twenty-eight














     Paul sat at his desk, updating his file on Anna Maria.  Her


two weeks of training were nearly over.  That was the bad news. 


The good news was that Anna Maria would be moving in with him, and


that her training could continue.


     Anna Maria lay on the couch, her hair still damp from her


shower, wearing a white silk gown which was slit high on the left


side.  She was reading a humorous, yet sexy, story by Master Wade


entitled "He Who Laughs Last..." and Paul smiled as he listened to


her chuckle from time to time as she read. (It is here that we stop


and applaud our characters taste in erotica.)


     "Would you respond to a classified ad like that one?", Paul


asked her, referring to the story she was reading.


     "No, I don't think so...but I would love it if this girl who


did came to visit us sometime," she said.


     "You like the sound of her `prominent pubis', do you?"


     "Uh huh...that and her simple sexuality.  She makes my mouth


water."


     "I thought perhaps Betty and Anne would be enough to keep you


busy, Anna Maria," Paul said, teasingly.


     "You mean there is a limit to how much pussy I can have,


Master?", she asked, teasing him in return.


     "I wouldn't want to put it like that, Anna.  You find a girl


with a prominent pubis and we'll invite her over sometime.  Is that


fair enough?"


     Anna Maria grinned.  She just might run a classified ad of her


own, and see what happened.  "That's quite fair, Master," she said.


     "Our time is almost over, you know," Paul said, getting up


from the desk and sitting on the couch, placing her feet in his


lap.


     "Will things be very different after we move in?", she asked.


     "Some different.  You and I will be going back to work, so


that will be different.  And then Betty will be here too."


     "Will you take me to the warehouse on weekends?"


     "At times.  But not too often."


     Anna Maria didn't respond to that.  There was a part of her


that wanted to be taken there frequently, and another part that


never wanted to return.


     "How often can Betty have me?", she finally asked.


     "As often as she likes, Anna.  Just so it doesn't interfere


with my having you."


     "Every day?"


     "Yes.  Is that what you want?"


     "I think so, yes.  And will Anne come visit?"


     "I think we would enjoy that from time to time.  Don't you?"


     "Yes, I do, Master." She paused, deep in thought.  "Who will


you fuck most, Master?"


     "Betty, I think, Anna Maria," he replied.


     "Even more than you will fuck me?", she asked.


     "Yes."


     Anna Maria started touching herself through the silk gown.


     "Will you fuck Anne when she visits?", she asked.


     "Sometimes, I'm sure I will, yes."


     "And you'll make me watch it, won't you?"


     "If you're here, you will see it, I'm sure, Anna."


     Anna Maria slid her hand into the slit of the gown so that she


could touch her wet pussy.


     "But you'll fuck her sometimes when I'm not here?"


     "Yes.  Sometimes when you and Betty are out together I will


have Anne come over and I'll take her to my bed and fuck her."


     "Will you tell me afterwards that you've fucked her?"


     "If you like."


     "Yes, I'd like to know.  Sometimes I'd like to know ahead of


time, so I can be thinking about what you're doing while I'm out


with Betty."


     "Then sometimes I'll tell you."


     "Anne can fuck anyone she wants to fuck, can't she?"


     "Yes, I suppose so.  Anyone her husband doesn't catch her


fucking, that is.  She is married, you know."


     "Yes, I know.  She's married, but she can fuck anyone she


wants.  Betty and I aren't married, but we can only fuck if you say


we can."


     "You're a very bright girl, Anna Maria," Paul said, moving her


legs apart and pushing her gown up so that he could watch her


fingers playing at her little hole.


     "You know when I want to fuck, Master?", she asked, her voice


growing thick with passion as he watched her fingering her pussy.


     "When, Anna?"


     "Whenever you say.  You can just snap your fingers and I'll


fuck."


     "Yes, I know that.  You were made to fuck.  Should I let other


men fuck you too, Anna?"  Paul slid his hand up her leg, loving the


smooth softness of her inner thigh.


     "If you want to, Master.  Just snap your fingers."


     "Any man?"


     "Yes."  She worked two fingers in and out now, and Paul saw


them glistening with juices as they moved in and out of her.


     "That's good to know, Anna.  I may save you during the week


and put other men's dicks into you on the weekends."


     "I wouldn't fuck at all during the week?", she asked.


     "No, I'd fuck Betty instead.  You'd just have to watch and


then get some dick from my friends on Saturday and Sunday."


     Anna Maria's hips were moving now as her passion increased


rapidly.


     "You'd probably fuck Betty every night, wouldn't you?"


     "Yes, I'm sure I would."


     "But you wouldn't fuck me at all?"


     "No, probably not.  You'd be for the boys when they visited."


     Anna Maria groaned and her hips bucked upward.  "For the


boys...God...how many would there be, Master?"


     "That would be hard to say, Anna Maria.  Does it matter how


many?"


     "No, I guess not.  But they'd fuck me good, wouldn't they?"


     "Yes, they would.  Your mouth, your cunt, your ass.  They'd


fuck you real good, Anna."


     "You're making me crazy, Master," Anna Maria said, pushing her


other hand under her ass and working her middle finger into her


anus.


     "I know, little latino slut girl.  You like hearing about the


boys fucking you.  About them taking turns.  About how much cum


they'd spill into you and how many times you'd get it.  Look at


your fingers working so busily.  Look how you move your hips.  And


I'm not even talking about Betty's pussy, or Anne's pussy.  I'm


only talking about cock, Anna, about men fucking you, fucking you


over and over and spilling hot cum into you until it leaks out of


you and you don't even know the men's names sometimes but you open


your legs anyway and let them all put their hard cocks in and fuck


as long as they want, and you fuck them until you are sore and your


body is tired and you never say no and you keep wanting more and


taking more and fucking and fucking and fuck...."


     "Ohhhhhhhh...Godddddddd!!!!!!!!!!", Anna Maria screamed out,


her orgasm crashing through her.  Paul quit talking to her and


leaned forward and kissed her thighs, pressing his hand against the


fingers that were so deeply shoved into her young cunt.  She rode


the orgasm out, hunching at the fingers, her eyes opened widely,


her breath coming in ragged gasps.


     When it was over she licked her fingers and ran them through


Paul's hair as he rested his head against her leg.


     "Are you really going to do that, Master?", she asked him,


softly.


     "Perhaps, Anna.  Perhaps not.  It does excite you though,


doesn't it?"


     "I love hearing about it.  Probably more than doing it.  But


promise me you'll talk to me about it often.  Especially when Betty


can hear you saying those things too.  Will you promise?"


     "Oh yes, I promise, Anna," Paul said, kissing her inner thigh


and then looking up at her and smiling.


     The security bell rang and Paul rose to open the door.  It was


Betty, and he took her in his arms quickly, kissing her full on the


mouth.  Anna Maria rose to greet her, but the phone rang and she


stopped to answer it.  It was Anne.


     "Anna!", she said, excitedly, "I don't have too long, but my


husband is gone for an hour or so, and I wanted to know if Paul


could meet me somewhere.  I'm so horny, Anna...I just don't know


what to do."


     Anna Maria grinned broadly.  Poor thing.  Paul had put her off


several times lately.


     "Hang on a second, Anne," she said, "let me talk to him about


it.  I'll be right back."  She lay the phone down on the table and


came over to Paul, kissing Betty lightly before she spoke to him.


     "Anne is on the phone, Master.  She really needs it badly. 


Can't you spend just a little time with her?"


     "Where does she want me to meet her?", Paul asked.


     "She didn't say, but I was just thinking that perhaps Betty


and I could drive you over and you could do her in the car while we


drove around a bit.  We wouldn't feel as left out like that."


     Paul smiled, and saw Betty grinning at Anna Maria's


suggestion.


     "Yes, I suppose we could do that.  Tell her we'll be over in


about fifteen minutes."


     Anna Maria ran back to the phone and gave Anne the good news.


Then she slipped a dress on over her naked body and they all left


the condo and headed for Anne's house.


     Anne slid into the back seat next to Paul and immediately fell


into his arms.  She was wearing a halter top and a pair of shorts,


and as she kissed him her fingers worked at the zipper on her


shorts struggling to get it down and the shorts off.


     Anna Maria adjusted the rear view mirror so that she could see


what was happening and slowed the car down as much as was safely


possible.  Betty turned sideways in the seat and rested her chin on


the back of the seat, watching.  She felt Anna Maria's hand resting


on her knee and opened her legs as she began to slide it under her


dress.


     As the horny little housewife struggled to get out of her


shorts, Anna Maria began talking to Betty about her, loudly enough


that they could all hear her.


     "She's only eighteen, Betty.  Eighteen and married and so hot


she fucks in the backseat."


     Betty grinned and joined in the commentary.


     "I know.  You should see her trying to get naked as fast as


she can.  The girl loves to fuck, that's all there is to it."


     "Yes.  I can smell her juice already, can't you?  That sweet


sexy cunt juice she has?"


     "Mmmmmm, yes, I can smell it...it's making me so wet to smell


it and to see her opening her legs for Paul.  Fuck her, Paul.  Do


her real good," she said, hotly, as Anna Maria's fingers moved past


the elastic band of her panties and began rubbing her clit.


     Paul pushed her halter top up above her tits, baring them, and


fastened his mouth on one nipple as he joined in Anne's struggle to


free his dick from his pants.  She said nothing, but her breathing


was ragged, as if she'd been jogging.


     Paul felt his cock spring free and Anne's hand close around


it.  She squirmed in the car seat, positioning herself for fucking,


her legs opening widely, her pussy offered up.


     He pushed himself closer to her and felt the wet warmth of her


sex engulf him, the head sliding into her effortlessly.


     "Unnnnnggggghhhh....", the young married girl moaned as Paul's


thick cock drove into her tight little pussy.  She wrapped her arms


around his neck and pulled him down to her, crushing her mouth


against his as he began working his hips, fucking is cock in and


out of her.


     "Damn," Anna Maria said, finding it hard to concentrate on her


driving, "listen to the little slut...what a hot little whore she


is, huh, Betty?"


     Betty was having problems of her own.  She hadn't fucked in


quite some time herself, and as good as Anna Maria's fingers felt,


she wanted Paul's cock inside her too.  She felt her mouth growing


dry. She reached for Anna Maria's dress and shoved it quickly up


around her waist, baring her naked sex.


     "Yes...she is a whore, Anna.  A hot little married whore girl.


You should see her...you should see her wrapping her legs around


him, and how her ass moves."  She spread Anna Maria's lips open


with her fingers and pushed at her inner lips.


     Anne peaked quickly, her long desired orgasm exploding inside


her as Paul fucked her.  He rode her hard, driving her head against


the door of the car as he pounded his meat into her.  His own


orgasm came quickly too, and he spilled his cum into the married


girl in long streams, fucking until his cock began to grow soft.


     "Okay, pull over somewhere, Anna, and we'll switch places,"


Paul said to her, zipping his pants back up, leaving the panting


Anne laying on her back, her halter top bunched around her neck.


     Anna Maria found a vacant parking lot and pulled into it. 


They switched places quickly, and Anna Maria went down on Anne


immediately, pressing her mouth against the cum streaked lips of


their young friend.  She sucked at her pussy, seeking cum with her


tongue, her ass pushed up into the air.  Betty reached back over


the seat and put fingers into the pussy eating Latin girl, fucking


her with her fingers as she brought Anne to yet another orgasm with


her mouth.


     At this point Anne's orgasms were of little consequence to


anyone except Anne.  Anna Maria just wanted to eat the girl, and if


she came that was fine, if not, that was fine too.  She squirmed


back on the fingers that Betty was pushing into her and came in a


series of flashes that burned through her hotly, making her moan


into the wet sex of the still trembling girl who held her legs


apart with her hands.


     "Pull over, Paul," Betty said, taking her fingers out of Anna


Maria and licking the juices from them.  "My turn," she said.


     Paul stopped the car at his first opportunity, and Anna and


Betty changed places.  Anna Maria leaned over and kissed Paul on


the mouth, letting him taste Anne's juices on her lips and tongue.


     Betty pulled open her blouse, baring her own tits, and lowered


herself to allow Anne to suck on them.  She felt Anna Maria


reaching over the seat and pushing her skirt up around her waist,


eager to finger her, eager to give Betty the same pleasure she had


given her only moments before.


     Anne sucked hungrily at Betty's luscious tits, fastening her


lipsticked lips to first one and then the other, making her nipples


hard against her tongue.


     Betty felt two of Anna Maria's fingers going into her again,


and pushed back at them, letting them screw her.  Anne's mouth was


desparate, clinging to her tits, milking them and suckling them so


tightly that it was almost painful.  She grew hotter and hotter.


Finally, she awkwardly turned herself around, requiring Anna Maria


to take her fingers out, so that she could lower her wet still-


pantied crotch to Anne's mouth.


     She felt Anne pull the crotch of her panties to the side and


then the stab of her nose against her anus as Anne tried to work


her tongue into her pussy.  She pushed Anne's legs open roughly,


diving for a taste of juice for herself.  Her mouth found Anne's


little honey pot quickly, and she sucked her left labia into her


mouth like a spaghetti noodle, making the married girl moan against


her sex.  She ate at her already heavily used cunt as if she were


starved for pussy, mashing her labia with her lips, grinding her


chin againt the top of her sex, feeling the grazing of her short


pubic hairs against her soft skin.


     Anne awkwardly pressed her nose deeper into Betty's crack,


trying her best to fasten her lips on the blonde girl's clitoris.


     In almost no time both of them were coming, their hips pushing


up and down at female heads, assholes opening for noses, clits


crushed by lips, jism spreading on cheeks, smeared makeup mixing


with cum and cunt juice on cover-girl faces.  They rode and hunched


each other, almost oblivious to the running commentary that Anna


Maria was giving Paul as she described what the two girls were


doing to each other.


     Paul slowed the car, stopping in front of Anne's house.  Her


husband's car was not parked in the driveway, and he allowed Betty


to finish with her there in front of her own home.  When they were


done, Betty worked the tight little shorts back up Anne's legs and


over her ass while Anne pulled the halter top back down over her


tits.  Her hair was a matted mess, her face coated with cunt juice


and cum which was beginning to dry in the night air.


     "I've got to run in before he gets back," she stammered, "that


was so good....damn...so fuckin good....", and then she was out the


door and running across the lawn.


     The three of them watched her enter the house and then almost


as if on cue they began laughing together.  They weren't laughing


at Anne.  Far from it.  They were laughing at their own wildness,


at the crazy fervor with which they had attacked the horny young


girl, and at the unforgetable sexual experience they had shared


with her.





     They were quiet on the rest of the drive home, each of them


alone with their thoughts.  No matter what happened now that Anna


Maria's training was over, they had formed a bond which would never


be severed.  Their special understanding of each other and of each


others needs and hungers was only one of the many things which


endeared them to each other, but it possessed a power which was


magical and spectacular, a power that could never be matched and


which was so wonderful that it demanded to be nourished.  Nourish


it, they would.  That, they would always do.








                             The End