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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.149 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty

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MRWADE.149                                     By Master Wade














                           Latin Lust





                         Chapter Twenty








     Anna Maria fell asleep in his arms.  Paul realized that he had


discovered something unexpected about her.  Then again, perhaps she


had taught him something about her.  Whichever it was, he now had


a much clearer picture of how to proceed with her than before.


     In a way, this new knowledge of Anna Maria robbed her of some


of her innocence, and Paul felt a tinge of regret at that, but only


a tinge.  They would cloak this side of her, now that they both


understood its existence and importance, and it would merely be one


of the foundations that supported what they shared.  It would not


be something they talked about, but simply something they both


understood.  A given.


     There were consequences which accompanied this new


understanding, and Paul rather liked them.  One was that he would


most likely be fucking Betty quite a lot, but as delightful as that


was, it was one of the minor ones.  More significant was the fact


that Anna Maria would respond to being punished for doing naughty


things, even though she had been made to do them.  The unreasonable


nature of being made to do something and then being punished


because she did it would only excite her more, because it would cut


through the facade they would so carefully maintain and strike at


the real trigger of her arousal, the fact that she did indeed want


to do the things she was being punished for.


     If he was right, and Paul was growing more and more confident


that he was, Anna Maria would respond feverishly to being made to


do those things which excited her most.  In her case it appeared to


him that those things involved exhibitionism, either her own or


that of others, and being with other women sexually.  Perhaps on a


broader scale he should include serving her Master, but that was


part and parcel of the relationship.


     There was still some important testing of limits which needed


to be done, but Paul was pleased with the progress they had made.


He closed his eyes and began drifting off to sleep, happy with the


changes that were taking place in his world.





     Saturday morning came, and Paul took Anna leisurely before


bothering with breakfast or their morning showers.  She was a


different fuck in the mornings; not as desperate perhaps, although


her deeply burning passion was just as real.  In the mornings it


was almost as if there was an acceptance by her that she could not


begin her day without being fucked.  It was not an acceptance which


came grudgingly, but more of an easy plea for Paul to confirm their


relationship through this first coupling of the day.  Much as she


was transformed each day by the attention she gave her makeup and


her clothing, she was transformed by his taking of her as well. The


day was fast approaching, she knew, when her mornings would not all


begin in this way, and she dreaded that, more than she had ever


imagined she would when this all began.


     Following their showers, Paul selected a shorts and top outfit


for Anna Maria to wear and they ate breakfast together on the


balcony.  They shared the morning paper and discussed the news,


especially as it related to situations impacting their work at the


firm.  The growing comfort they felt with each other was not only


sexual, but it touched everything they did together.


     "When shall I call Betty?", Anna asked, finishing her glass of


juice.


     "You haven't changed your mind about any of that?", he asked,


smiling.


     "No, and you needn't expect me to, either," she said,


returning his smile.  "But it was nice of you to ask," she added.


     "I suppose you should call her pretty early, in case she has


other plans."


     "She won't make any other plans until she hears from me."


     "Oh?", Paul asked, beginning to see the light. "Am I missing


something here?"


     Anna Maria grinned sheepishly. "Well, I did tell her that I


thought you might be wanting her today.  Sort of."


     Paul laughed. He was going to have to watch this girl.


     "You sneaky little devil, you.  I should have known."


     "Well, I wasn't sure that I could talk you into...that you


would make me accept you fucking her.  But Betty is a very


attractive girl. I did hope the subject would come up."


     He shook his head slowly from side to side and pinched her


nipple through the thin top quickly.  She squealed and playfully


pulled away.


     "I guess you'd better call her then.  Don't let me interfere


with any of your plans."  He grinned at her.  All those people who


are so convinced that dominants take advantage of their submissives


should meet Anna Maria, he thought to himself.


     Anna Maria blushed. She'd have to learn how to manipulate him


a little bit less obviously in the future.


     "You still like me, don't you, my wonderful Master?", she


asked, bending toward him so that her cleavage showed.


     "I still love you, Anna.  Just don't forget that your ass is


mine."


     That caught Anna Maria off-guard, and she felt her throat


tighten, even with him saying it in such friendly tones.


     "I don't think you'll let me forget that, Master," she said,


with conviction.


     "No, I'd agree, Anna.  That is highly unlikely."


     She cleared her throat.  "So...shall I call now?"


     Paul gave her his leave, and watched her from the balcony.


There was too much noise from the streets below and the morning


breeze whistling around the corner of the building for him to hear


what she said, but it was obvious that she spoke with excitement


and pleasure in her voice.  He was happy that Anna had such a good


friend in Betty, and it pleased him that they could share her.


     She was calling to him.


     "I'm sorry?  I couldn't hear you," he said, straining to


listen.


     "What time shall I have her show up?"


     "Oh...how about early?  Say, ten o'clock?"


     "Okay, thanks."


     She went back to her conversation, giggling like a school girl


with her friend.  Paul had surprised himself a little by saying


ten. He'd earlier thought that after lunch would be soon enough.


Maybe he was getting into this a little more than he had thought.


     "Well, that's all set," Anna said, returning to the balcony.


     "And she's okay with it all?", Paul asked, curious about what


their conversation had been like.


     "No, Master, she doesn't want the most wonderful and handsome


man in the state to fuck her," she said, teasing him.


     "Whew!  That's good to hear.  Maybe she'll settle for me then,


afterall."


     Anna Maria laughed.  It was so nice to be in love with a man


who combined good looks, a wonderful sense of humor, and such


delicious sexual perversity all in one package.


     "She's thrilled, of course, silly.  Everything is cool." She


was grinning from ear to ear.  One would almost think she had just


negotiated a peace settlement between the Arabs and the Jews


instead of having set up her girlfriend with her lover.


     Paul looked at his watch.  Betty would be arriving in less


than an hour now.  It had only been a little over an hour since


he'd pulled his leaking dick out of Anna Maria.


     "Maybe you shouldn't have fucked me so good this morning,


slavegirl.  What if I can't get it up when she gets here?"


     Anna grinned.  "Well, I don't think you have to fuck her the


minute she walks through the door, Master.  Unless you want to, of


course."


     And we both know which you would prefer, Paul thought to


himself, smiling back at his Anna.


     "What is she wearing?"


     "Gosh, I don't know, Master," Anna replied, the lie written


all over her face.


     "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh, Anna?  The little


slutty slavegirls are going to keep secrets from their Master?"


     Her smile broadened.  "We're girls first, Master.  Slutty


slaves second."


     "I guess that's exactly the way it should be too," he added,


warmly.  "Well, then, lets take you down to the warehouse, so that


you can get to work.  We'll stop and pickup something for you to


have for lunch.  And I'll try, I'll really try, Anna, to finish up


with Betty by suppertime."


     She knew he was only kidding, but the thought of him busy with


Betty from ten until dinner was exciting to her.


     "Don't rush, Master.  I'll be just fine," she said, pleased at


the feeling of warmth she felt in her belly just by saying those


words to him.





     The warehouse wasn't that far away, and traffic was light, the


morning rush over.  Paul placed the bag with Anna's lunch in it on


the table and set out the cleaning supplies and leather


rejuvenating balm that he had brought from home.  He showed her


which items needed the most attention, and gave her a few more jobs


she could do just in case she got bored.


     "There is a beeper in the window-sill by the door, Anna. Don't


use it unless you have to, but if you should get hurt or too


frightened, don't hesitate to push that button on the front.  It


will ring my security system and I'll be here in less than ten


mintues.  Okay?"


     "I'll be fine, Master, but thanks for caring enough to provide


that."  Anna hated for him to leave her, but that was part of what


made it as exciting as it was, and she felt that strongly.


     "I love you, Anna Maria," Paul said, turning to her as he


opened the door to leave.  "I love you and I can't wait to get my


cock inside your girlfriend."  Before she could say anything, he


was gone.


     Anna Maria shuddered at his last words and rubbed herself


through her shorts.  She was torn between wanting to watch and


wanting to be imprisoned here in this dungeon with the knowledge


and understanding that he would be fucking her best friend.  She


would watch on other occasions, she was sure, and this was her time


to be forced not to see it, but instead to work for her Master in


his dungeon.





     Paul drove back to the condo.  He still had a few minutes


before Betty was to arrive.  He showered and shaved again, putting


Anna Maria's favorite cologne on afterwards.  He slipped into the


smoking jacket that she liked to see him in so much.  Moving into


the great room, he put on some music and made sure that there was


fresh ice at the bar.  He had no idea how Betty would respond to


him, but he would make love to her just the same way he had Anna


Maria, with the same intensity and the same longing.  At least he


would try.  If it came naturally it would be easy, and he knew it


might, in spite of how much genuine affection and desire he felt


for Anna Maria.  Anna Maria wanted it this way, and that helped.


     The security bell rang, announcing Betty's arrival.  Checking


his appearance in the mirror and starting the music over again,


Paul went to the door and let her in.


     She was lovely, even prettier than he had remembered, but then


he also knew that she had dressed just for him.  He asked her in


and showed her around the apartment, giving her a chance to feel at


ease.


     "Anna Maria isn't here?", she asked, just a touch of


nervousness in her voice.


     "No, our Anna is doing some domestic chores in my dungeon


downtown.  She is locked in quite securely, in fact."


     "Oh.  I see.  I didn't know if she would be here or not. She


didn't say."


     "Come over here and sit down," Paul said, kindly, leading her


to the circular couch.  Betty followed his lead and sat her purse


down next to her.


     Paul watched her sit and took a moment to let his eyes run


over her body.  She wore a solid red suit with a white blouse and


white stockings.  Her matching red high heels were just high


enough. As she crossed her legs the skirt worked its way up to a


length which was highly satisfying, revealing all it could without


exposing her stocking tops.  Paul could see the slight rise under


the fabric where her garters were attached and it pleased him.  Her


hair was done simply and attractively and the blonde tresses were


lustrous and wonderful.  He sat next to her, turning with his arm


on the back of the couch to look at her.


     "It excited Anna Maria to know that you would be coming here


today, Betty.  And it excited her to be locked in my dungeon while


you and I are together.  She wanted it that way.  She is a girl


with some very naughty wants, Betty."


     Betty managed a small smile.  "Yes, I know she is.  But she is


also very special to me."


     "And to me.  The two of you appear to want many of the same


things.  Would you say I'm right about that?"


     "I wouldn't be here if you weren't, would I?"  Betty was


anxious to get past this point.


     "Well, you could be here for any number of reasons, of course.


Perhaps to see for yourself that Anna Maria is being treated well.


Perhaps to satisfy your own curiosity about what my condo is like,


or what I'm like."


     "Why did Anna Maria want me to come here?", she asked,


challenging him.


     "Anna Maria wanted you to come because Anna Maria wants me to


fuck you," he replied, his voice even and calm.


     "That's why I'm here."


     "You're here because Anna Maria wants me to fuck you?"


     "Yes."


     Paul stood up and took Betty's hand, urging her to stand also.


     "I hope you'll come back sometime, Betty.  It's been


delightful meeting you.  I'll tell Anna Maria that you were here."


     He led the speechless Betty to the door and opened it for her.


She walked through it in a daze, not sure what was happening.  Paul


shut the door quietly behind her.


     Betty stood outside the closed door with her purse in her


hands, trying to figure out what she had said or done.  She didn't


want to leave, and she wouldn't.  At least not without finding out


what she had done wrong.  She knocked on the door.


     Paul opened the door immediately.


     "Do you want me to fuck you, Betty," he said, almost in a


whisper to her.


     Betty swallowed hard, but answered, "Yes, very much."


     Paul stepped back and allowed her to enter.  When she did, he


turned her in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth.  She


dropped her purse in the floor and returned his kiss hotly,


pressing her body against him and wrapping her arms around his


neck.  His mouth toyed with her, crushing her lips one moment and


nibbling at them another, his tongue darting at hers and at her


lips. He allowed his hands to roam freely over her, feeling her


lingerie under her clothing, cupping her asscheeks, raising her


skirt to touch her bare skin and then letting it fall again, his


cock hardening against her belly, her breath coming in gasps.


     "What do you want, Betty?", he whispered hotly in her ear as


he continued to hold her.  "Say it!"


     "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice trembling.


     "You want to fuck?", he hissed.


     "Yes. Fuck," she replied, her tongue darting into his ear.


     "Fuck your best friend's lover?", he teased, still whispering.


     "Yes!  Anna's lover.  Fuck him!", she said, her hips starting


to move of their own volition, her heart pounding.


     "Anna can't watch.  Not this time, Betty."


     "I don't care, fuck me," she said, so hot now that all she


could feel was his cock pressing against her.


     "Maybe I won't ever let Anna watch, Betty.  Maybe I'll just


fuck you on the side."


     "I don't care.  Just fuck me," she said, her hips pumping at


him now, dry-fucking him as they stood there in the foyer.


     Paul pulled her skirt up roughly and lifted her, leaning her


back against the wall.  Betty clung to him with one arm around his


neck and reached down to pull her panties to the side as he


unzipped his pants and took it out.  He pressed it between them and


it slid into her effortlessly, her lips parting and the wetness


greasing him quickly.  Paul felt her garter belt straps against his


arms as he slid his hands under her ass to hold her while he fucked


up into her.  She was tight and good and she made soft heated


noises as he drove his dick up into her, banging her ass against


the wall of his foyer.  She pulled her head back and kissed his


mouth, her tongue diving into him, her pussy wet and hot, squeezing


his cock as she fucked Anna Maria's Master.





     Anna sneezed for the fourth time as she tried to dust.  She


wished she had something to vacuum with instead but this was not a


room full of modern conveniences.  She wiped her brow with the back


of her hand, unaware that the dust mixed with her prespiration to


leave a black smudge on her skin.  She felt so alone and there was


no sound to be heard unless she made it.


     She wondered if Betty had gotten there yet and if they were


getting along alright.  She was a little bit afraid that one or


both of them might not be able to go through with it.  No, he would


go through with it, she thought to herself, and he would make sure


that she did too.  She pictured Betty in the red suit, the one she


had helped her pick out.  She could see betty with the skirt around


her waist and she could hear Paul breathing the way he did when he


fucked.  Those thoughts made Anna Maria hot and she reached for


herself, making black smudges on the crotch of her shorts as well.





     Paul lowered Betty gently, allowing his cock to slip out as he


continued kissing her mouth.  He felt her skirt fall back down,


covering her, making it appear almost as if she hadn't just been


fucked, but his cum was inside her and she knew she'd been fucked.


No doubt about that.


     Paul put his cock back in his pants and zipped them. He slid


his arm around her waist and led her out onto the balcony. Now they


would be able to talk.





Continued in MRWADE.150.....