From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.155 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-six
Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:58:13 GMT
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MRWADE.155                                          By Master Wade







                           Latin Lust



                       Chapter Twenty-six







     Paul updated his computer files, adding historical information

about the day's events and adding comments related to the girl's

interests and responses.  His file on Anna Maria was growing big

now, and it would soon be complete enough that he could add to it

on a monthly basis rather than a daily one.  He made himself a note

to consider checking on a condo with three bedrooms but then

deleted it.  It would probably work out just as well for Anna Maria

and Betty to share a room together, especially since Anna seemed to

love it so when he fucked her friend.



     Betty and Anna Maria lay in bed nude, talking about all that

had happened and all that could happen in the future.

     "What will he do to me tomorrow, in the dungeon?", Anna Maria

asked her friend.

     "I can't be sure, of course, but I expect he will put you on

the xframe and whip you somehow."

     "Will that hurt a lot?", she asked, her palms growing moist at

considering it.

     "Yes," Betty replied.

     "Sheesh, just yes?  Is that all you're going to say about it?"

     "Well, it will feel like bee stings at first, hot stinging

licks of the leather, probably on your back and your ass and maybe

the backs of your thighs.  But the pain will change quickly and

won't be so immediate, except where the cat is landing next.  You

may feel the welts forming, but they won't be like bee stings and

continue to ache sharply.  It will be more of a warm dull ache, and

you'll find that exciting you, almost as if it is making your whole

body a sexual instrument in the way you are so accustomed to your

pussy and tits being.  And then he'll probably wipe his hand

through your sex and you'll be wetter than you would have believed

and you will find that embarassing, but also exciting that his

whipping you has made you that wet."

     "And is that when I will find myself wanting him to use the

crop on me some more?", Anna asked, somewhat relieved by what she

heard Betty saying, but still frightened.

     "Yes, it is.  It will be like when he spanks you.  Your first

reaction will be to hate it and him for doing it, but then you'll

discover that you want it, and that you need him because he will do

it to you and satisfy that need."

     "I loved having my tongue in her ass," Anna Maria said softly.

     "I know. And he knew you would.  And he knew you would love

him making you do it."

     "How does he know so much?  How could he know I'd want it all

so much?"

     "We're all quite a lot alike, Anna," Betty said, kissing her

shoulder.  "All of us who are the `special ones', anyway, as we are

sometimes called.  You and I have our differences, but inside we

are much alike.  Paul knows the hungers that we have and how to

make them even stronger.  And, thank god, he knows how to feed them

and satisfy them.  Not many men can do that."

     "Will you come live with us?", Anna asked, circling Betty's

nipple with her finger.

     "Are you going to move in with him?  Really?", she asked.

     "Yes.  And we both want you to move in too."

     "Paul wants that, or you do?", Betty asked.

     "Oh, believe me, Paul wants it.  I think he probably wants it

more than he feels able to share with me.  But I want it almost as

much as I want Paul."

     "Could you hear what he was saying to me today?  How he was

saying that I got fucked when you didn't?"

     "Yes.  It was driving me crazy.  I don't know when I've been

more excited by anything he's said.  Didn't you love it?", Anna

Maria asked her.

     "Yes, I loved it, and I loved that it was true.  If I move in,

Anna, I will want him to fuck me more than you."

     "He said we can't keep count and be jealous, Betty.  But he

will fuck you more than me.  I'll see to it.  You don't know how

much I love that."

     "I think I do, honey," Betty said, kissing the top of Anna

Maria's head. "But I just want to be honest with you.  As much as

I love being with you and even watching him with you, I love making

him want me even more than that, and I want to be free to excite

him and free to let him fuck me."

     "And you will be,"  Anna said, tilting her head back to kiss

Betty's cheek.  "So you'll move in with us?"

     "I want to talk to Paul about it first, but yes, I want to do

that very much."

     Anna Maria held her close and closed her eyes.  The world of

court cases and legal work seemed so far away and so insignificant.

Nothing could be more exciting or wonderful than what was happening

to her at this very moment.



     The next morning, Betty dropped Anna Maria off at Paul's on

her way to work.  Paul took her to bed and made slow, easy love to

her before allowing her to bathe and prepare herself for her trip

to the dungeon.  An air of anticipation filled the condo, and hung

heavy over Anna Maria.  Betty's words the night before had been

helpful, but the moment of truth was growing closer and closer now.

     Anna dressed in shorts and a sleeveless top, but Paul chuckled

at her choice and made her change into a long dress that came

nearly to her ankles.  He offered no explanation, but it slowly

dawned on her that she would need to hide her legs after it was all

over, at least until the welts went away.  The thought made her

shiver as she changed into the dress.

     Anna Maria was quiet on the drive to the old warehouse, and

Paul chose to leave her alone with her thoughts.  For his part, he

was filled with the usual mixed emotions.  On the one had, his love

for her made him want to pull her to him and protect her and calm

her fears, assuring her that she would be alright.  On the other

hand, he knew how important it was for her to tremble at what was

going to be happening to her.  To deprive her of the intensity

these next hours could have would be to rob her of something very

important to her, and his genuine affection for her would not allow

that.  He supposed it must be something similar to the "tough love"

sometimes required of parents, and yet it was unique in various

ways as well.

     Paul led her through the warehouse and into the old office. 

He closed the door behind them and instructed Anna Maria to remove

all her clothing.  Naked in the dungeon she looked so small and

helpless, her nipples rock-hard, small goosebumps of fear forming

on her legs and arms.  He guided her to the xframe and closed the

clamps on her wrists and legs.  She faced the old brick wall, her

body only a few inches from it.  She could push herself forward

enough to make her nipples graze the brick, but she was not aware

of that, yet.

     Paul took a black scarf from the old chest and folded it,

placing it in front of her eyes and tying it behind her head.  Anna

Maria felt her level of anticipation jump at being blindfolded. 

Her eyes darted behind the blindfold, her ears listening intently

now for his movements, trying desperately to tell what he was

doing. She felt cold, suddenly, and her thighs began quivering.

     Paul took the crop from the wall, the same crop that she had

fucked herself with two days prior to this moment.  He draped the

strands of the crop across her shoulder, letting her feel the

instrument with which he would begin.  Then he slid it off her body

slowly, swung back his arm, and laced the strands against her ass

with blistering force.  Anna cried out, her body jerking, hot

stinging pain lighting up her butt.

     Paul stood, the crop hanging beside him, and let her

anticipate the next landing of the leather on her naked body.  He

saw her flinch once, fearing that she had heard him move his arm

again. He waited, in no particular hurry, interested in watching

her.  Then suddenly his arm moved back once more and he struck her

again with the cold leather strands of the crop, a hard swing, a

stinging swing which caused her to jerk again.  This time he didn't

wait at all, but came back with the crop once more, lighting up her

tender young asscheeks again, and then a third time, only then

pausing and watching her once more.

     Anna Maria was breathing heavily now, her eyes dancing madly

behind the blindfold. Her hands were clenched tightly into balled

up fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.  She stood on her

tip-toes, the muscles in her legs tight.  Paul stepped back a step

and swung at her again, missing her on purpose, content with

letting her hear the movement of the crop in the air, knowing she

would feel the air cool against her hot welts as the leather moved

so closely to her naked ass once more.

     Paul began working her back now, employing much the same

technique, but avoiding the small of her back where there was more

danger to her internal organs.  He watched as the laces of the crop

turned her skin to a bright red, and worked the leather skilfully,

painting new stripes where there were none before, coating her back

with warmth.  One more landing on the asscheeks, to make her think

more would follow, and then Paul began on the backs of her adorable

thighs.  He smiled at her jerking body, at the rising onto tiptoes

that followed each swing of the crop.  He swung the leather without

mercy now, lighting up her thighs, swing after swing, no pauses, no

waiting, and then her ass again, watching as her tender and red

asscheeks clenched tightly and as her pitiful cries grew more and

more heated.  And then he stopped.

     Paul sat on the edge of the old table, watching Anna Maria

listening intently, wondering when the leather would burn her

again, when it would make her jerk and cry out.  He had given her

a safe word to use, a code word to speak when she had reached her

limit.  It pleased him that she had taken so much from him without

using it.  He slammed his hand down on the table.  The sudden noise

made Anna Maria jump. Paul smiled, watching her legs tremble

slightly as she stood there bound, not knowing what would happen

next.

     Paul got up from the table and walked up to her quietly.  He

ran his fingers along her back, touching the red marks on her back

and ass and the backs of her thighs with his fingertips.

     "Why am I whipping you, Anna Maria?", he asked her softly, his

mouth close to her ear.

     "Because I ate the girl's ass, Master," she replied, her voice

jerky, tears not far away.

     "But it pleased me for you to eat Anne's ass, Anna Maria," he

said, reaching around to pinch one of her nipples tightly between

his thumb and forefinger.

     "Yes, Master, I know," she replied, gasping at the pain she

felt as her nipple was crushed.

     "And it pleases me to whip you and make your nipple hurt like

this, Anna Maria.  Do you like it?"

     "No, Master," she said, her voice breaking.

     Paul ran his hand between her legs, wiping her lips with his

fingers.  He moved the hand to her face and rubbed the juices his

fingers had gathered onto her face.

     "Your pussy likes it, my little Latino whore girl," he said,

nastily.

     "Yes, Master," she replied, her tongue licking at her lips to

catch some of the juice.

     "I can't decide whether to whip you more or fuck you, Anna,"

he said, putting his hand back between her legs and rubbing her

clit.

     "Fuck me, Master," she said, quickly.

     "I didn't say for you to tell me what to do, little tramp," he

said, taking his hand away from her clit and pushing his long

middle finger into her ass.  She groaned, her hips moving away from

his hand as much as possible.  She felt her nipples grazing the

brick wall in front of her and it gave her the shivers.

     "I think I'll whip you some more," he said, moving his finger

out of her ass and stepping away to take up the crop again.

     Paul went to work on her ass once more, striking it five times

quickly with the crop and then stopping, watching her flinch as she

waited for more.  One flinch, a pause, then another, and he struck

again, the leather striking her just as her second flinch ended. 

Then he waited again, letting her anticipate it, making her

frantic.

     "No more, Master, please...no more," she cried, her legs

trembling now.

     "Have you forgotten the safe word, Anna Maria?", he asked her,

listening carefully to her breathing, watching the expression on

her face.

     "No, Master.  I haven't forgotten," she said.

     Paul was beginning to reach his own limit, but he would not

let her down.  He stepped back and slowly but steadily began again,

keeping up a regular rythym, one she could become accustomed to. 

He watched as she braced for each landing of the cruel leather on

her soft, burning butt.  Then he broke rythym again, counting to

four instead of three, then six instead of four, then eight, then

two, then five, then eleven, and then he stopped.

     Quickly Paul released the trembling Latin girl and took the

blindfold off of her.  He held her in his arms and hugged her

gently, comforting her.  She began crying, sobbing against his

chest.  He continued holding her for quite some time until the

sobbing ceased.  Then he led her to the mattress in the corner and

lay her down on her side.  Straddling one of her legs, Paul raised

the other one.  He took his erection in his hand and pushed himself

into her.  She took him easily, and he raised her leg higher,

resting her ankle against his shoulder.

     He fucked her slowly but deeply, his rock-hard cock touching

the back of her before coming back out again.  With his left hand

he rubbed her clitoris gently and then with growing intensity. 

Resting her leg against his shoulder, Paul ran his fingers along

the welts on her asscheeks, feeling her jerk, her pussy gripping

him tightly as she began fucking him back hotly.  Over and over he

plunged into her, feeling her passion rising.  Her eyes were open

wide, locked on him, and her mouth opened as her body froze

suddenly, her orgasm rushing through her.

     Paul held onto her, continuing to fuck her, watching her come

wildly underneath him.  When she had spent herself, he slid himself

out of her and moved so that he was kneeling beside her head.  Then

placing his cock in her eager mouth, he fucked her until he came,

pouring his seed down her throat.



Continued in MRWADE.156....





