From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.154 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-five
Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:57:15 GMT
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MRWADE.154                                         By Master Wade







                           Latin Lust



                       Chapter Twenty-five







     Paul stood and wiped his mouth against the back of his hand.

Eating Betty was a messy business, but a pleasant one.  He stepped

back and watched the girls rearrange themselves on the couch, doing

their own bit of cleaning up.  Anne was still trembling slightly

from being so delightfully caught between the two older girls.

     "Anne needs to be eaten some more, Anna Maria," he said,

staring at the eighteen year old's flushed face.  Anna Maria looked

at Anne.  She'd just had a very strong orgasm. Anna doubted that

she needed another one quite so quickly.

     "We probably should let her rest a bit first, Master," Anna

Maria said, smiling at him.

     Paul's entire demeanor changed.  It was enough to make all

three girls feel as if someone should say "Oh, shit," but they were

all speechless.  He walked up to Anna Maria and took her chin in

his hand, bending down so that his face was close to hers.

     "Have you eaten our guest yet?", he asked, his voice almost a

hiss.

     "No, Master," Anna Maria, replied, her eyes dancing nervously.

     "Do you love to eat pussy?", he continued.

     "Yes, Master.  I do," she replied.  It was almost a whisper.

     "Would you rather be spanked in front of these girls and tied

and placed in your closet for the rest of the day?"

     Anna Maria was terribly embarassed, but she knew he would do

it, and she knew they knew he would too.

     "No, Master.  I'm sorry.  I'll do whatever you say."

     He released his grip on her face and stood up straight again.

     "Then you will eat her ass until she begs for your mouth on

her cunt, Anna Maria.  Betty will stand behind her and hold her

ankles back near her head so that you can easily get to her

asshole. You will tongue her asshole and will continue to do so

until I tell you that you may have her pussy. It is something only

a nasty little slut would do.  But of course YOU will do it."

     "Yes, Master," Anna Maria said, quietly, sliding off the couch

to get on her knees in front of Anne.  Betty stood and moved behind

the couch.  Anne lifted her young legs obediently, allowing Anna

Maria to push them further back so that Betty could hold her

ankles.  Anne's pussy and ass was lewdly exposed, her unblemished

asscheeks spread widely, her puckered little anus easily available

to Anna Maria's mouth and tongue.

     Paul reached forward with his foot and pushed it under the

kneeling Latin girl. He raised the foot with his toes pushed

upward, wiping them through her slit and hearing her moan and push

back at him.  She slid her tongue from her mouth and pressed it

quickly against the eighteen-year-old's asshole.

     Betty looked at Paul, understanding better than she had before

how well he knew Anna Maria.  His sudden change of attitude and his

forcefulness in requiring her to do this thing had ignited a new

level of passion in the young attorney.  At some point he would

punish Anna Maria for this ass eating he was making her do, and

when he did she would respond to it just as hotly as she was

responding to being made to do it now.  And in time, if she didn't

already, Anna Maria would find herself longing for his punishment

as much as Betty found herself longing for it at this very moment.

     Paul was hard again, and he moved around behind Betty, lifting

her dress to her waist and standing behind her.  He pressed is cock

between her legs and felt her opening herself to him.  He slid in

easily, her wet lips sucking at him invitingly.  Sliding his arms

under hers, Paul filled his hands with her breasts and kissed her

neck as he looked down at Anna Maria eating eighteen year old

married girl ass.

     Betty staggered forward slightly as Paul began fucking her,

until Anne's head was pressing against her pubic bone.  She felt

Anne push back at her and began working her hips, grinding her clit

against the top of Anne's head and her cunt on the cock that was

filling her so wonderfully.  Her fingers tightened around the slim

ankles they held, and her eyes locked on the naked cunt so lewdly

exposed to her and Anna Maria's tongue, so busy now in Anne's

asshole.

     "You see who gets the most dick, don't you, you dress-up

whore?", Paul whispered in her ear.  "They haven't been fucked yet,

and already you're getting it a second time.  And after I've eaten

you to an orgasm as well."  Betty moaned, encouraging him to

continue.  "It just shows the value of a genuine leg slut and

proves the old saw that blondes have more fun.  Besides, I

especially like to fuck you when Anna Maria is watching.  She has

to eat a girl's ass and all you have to do is get fucked."

     Betty moaned again and fucked back at Paul.  Even if Anna

Maria didn't want him to fuck her she would have to fuck him.  He

knew just what buttons to push with her.  She hadn't been so turned

on since she had let her sister's boyfriend fuck her in living room

that night, thinking that she might walk in on them at any minute.

     "God she's a good fuck, Anna," Paul said loudly, squeezing the

blonde's tits hard in his hands.  Anna Maria's eyes looked up at

them and twinkled, but she kept her tongue pressed into the

asshole.

     Anne moaned and moved her right hand to her hole and started

rubbing her pussy hotly.  Paul released one of Betty's tits and

slapped Anne playfully on the face.

     "Don't touch that little pussy, you married slut," he said.

"You can have tongue on it when you need it, but no cheating."

     "I need it now.  Please let her lick it,"  Anne mewed.

     "Oh, but she loves your ass so much, Anne.  Can't you wait

just a little bit?", he asked, teasing her, still fucking his dick

in and out of the blonde who held her legs apart.

     "I don't...know," she said, grunting slightly.  "I'm so hot. 

I'm just so hot."

     "If I let her lick your little clit will you promise to come

play with my girls again sometime?", Paul asked, gathering a

handful of her hair and pulling it just enough to make her head

move.

     "I love to play," she said, her voice heavy with passion. 

"I'll play anytime you want me to.  Anyway you want me to.  Just

let her lick it, please?"

     Paul hunched hard into Betty, the young married girl's words

pushing him closer to a climax.

     "That's all the ass you can have for now, Anna Maria," Paul

said, nastily.  "Eat the little whore before she starts crying."

     Anna Maria pulled her tongue out of Anne's ass and moved her

mouth immediately to the wet pussy just above it.  Anne's hands

flew to her head and pulled it tightly to her, pressing Anna

Maria's mouth to her wet pussy.  Betty moaned again.

     "You like watching her eat pussy, don't you, Betty?", he

asked, whispering again, his mouth close to her ear, both his hands

back on her tits again.

     "Yes," she hissed.  "She's so good.  She...eats...so good."

     "When she's done you can kiss her and you will taste Anne's

ass and cunt on her lips.  Will you like that, my long-legged

blonde model fuck?", he teased.  He slid one of his hands down her

belly and between her pussy and Anne's head.  He began rubbing her

clit with his fingers.

     "Yes!  I want to taste it...I want to smell and taste...oh

God, fuck me!", she called out loudly, surrendering to the orgasm

that was beginning inside her.  She was bending over now, pushing

her ass back at Paul as he continued fucking her, her feet apart,

her stockinged legs locked tightly, the sheer black stockings

glistening beautifully.

     Anne was going crazy now, fucking her pussy at Anna Maria's

face, prespiration glistening on her young body as she was brought

to yet another orgasm by these wonderfully attractive and terribly

naughty people.

     Paul felt his cock jerk and his cum begin shooting out of him.

He squeezed Betty's right tit as tightly as he could, his left hand

locking in place on her pussy, his face tight now, showing the

strain of pouring himself out into her.  She was coming now as

well, her hips jerking, her head back, her mouth open.

     When he had emptied himself in the blonde, Paul slid out and

pushed her dress back down.  Once again she looked as if she might

have just gotten off work, or be on her way to an upscale

restaurant for dinner.

     "Strip and go put the ankle and wrist cuffs on, Anna," Paul

said to her as she stood up, her face coated with eighteen year old

pussy juice.  "Then wait on your bed for us."

     Anna Maria stood and removed the white dress. She lay it on

the couch and walked away to do as Paul had asked.

     "The two of you will bathe her with your tongues while she is

bound to her bed.  When I am satisfied with your work on her, I

will then spend some private time alone with her while you prepare

us a bite to eat.  Just leave your dresses here on the couch with

hers."

     He watched the two women disrobing and smiled at how desirable

they each were in their own unique way.  He sat down on the couch

and allowed them to go do his bidding, instructing Betty to bind

Anna Maria before they began.  Less than ten minutes had passed

when Paul heard Anna Maria coming.  Then the room grew quiet again

and he knew that they were continuing with her.  Some fifteen

minutes later she was coming again, and this time he could hear

giggling coming from the room.  Supper time.

     Paul sent Betty and Anne to prepare supper and sat on the bed

next to the naked and spread-eagled attorney.

     "Are you a happy girl?", he asked, touching her leg with his

hand and smiling at her.

     "How could I be anything but happy, Master?", she asked, her

face still flushed from her orgasms.  Then: "Will you be sending

Betty home tonight, Master?"

     "Yes.  Why do you ask?"

     "I was wishing she could stay, but it's okay.  Whatever you

want."

     "If she stayed I would probably fuck her again," he said,

softly.

     "I know, Master.  She is hard to resist.  I wish she could be

here all the time with us."

     "Work on her.  There is room here for both of you."

     Paul let his fingers play in Anna Maria's pubic hair.

     "You would let us both live with you?", she asked.

     "As long as it is understood that I use either or both of you

as it pleases me.  No one can worry that the other one is being

paid more attention to, or being fucked more."

     "I'll talk to her, Master.  Can I tell her that you will use

her often?  She will want that, I know."

     "You may tell her that we will both use her often, Anna. If

she lives with us she will be a very busy girl.  Perhaps even

busier than you."

     "I will tell her that, Master.  And I will beg her to come

stay with us.  And she will."



     Paul took Anna Maria slowly with her bound to the bed. 

Afterwards he allowed her to eat with the rest of them at the

table, only requiring that she remain nude while the others were

required to dress.  Anne left, reluctant to go but forced by

circumstances to be home when her husband returned from his day of

golfing.  Paul spoke to them after Anne had left.



     "You both pleased me very much today.  To reward you I want

the two of you to have some time alone at Anna Maria's house

tonight.  Then tomorrow, Anna, I will take you to my dungeon and

punish you for sticking your tongue inside that young bride's

asshole.  It will be a frightening experience for you and when I am

done with you, you will be too exhausted for sex, even with Betty.

Nevertheless, Betty will be here waiting for you, and you will

stick your tongue inside her ass, just as you did Anne's today.

That will mean another trip to the dungeon for you, but you will do

it, and do it well."

     "Yes, Master, I will," Anna Maria said, softly, wondering what

would have happened if she had NOT pleased him.  Betty grinned

slyly, similar thoughts on her mind as well.  She wondered when HER

turn in the dungeon would come.  It made her quiver to think about

it.

     Paul closed the door behind them as they left.  The first week

of Anna Maria's training had gone by much too quickly, and he knew

the second week would fly by as well.  The good news was that both

girls seemed to be eager for it to become a permanent situation,

and that was something he would relish.

     Not long afterward the phone rang.  Paul answered it to find

Anne on the other end.

     "I have to talk softly, because he is in the other room.  Can

you hear me alright?", she asked.

     "Yes, I can hear you just fine, Anne.  What's up?"

     "I just wanted you to know that I loved what we did today.  It

was wonderful.  But I also want you to know that I want you to fuck

me.  You pick the time and place and I'll be there if I can get

away from him.  I really want it a lot."

     "You're a sweet girl, Anne, and I'll take you up on that.

Thank you for calling."

     "But I really mean it.  I could sneak out tonight after he's

asleep if you wanted.  We could just do it in your car on the

street in front of the house if you wanted to."

     "We'll do it soon, Anne.  You'd better go before he catches

you."

     "Okay.  But I'm real tight and you'll like it.  Let's do it

real soon, okay?"

     "Very soon, Anne.  Go now.  And thank you."

     Paul hung the phone up before she could say anything more. 

Too bad she didn't want to be fucked, he thought to himself,

chuckling softly.  Hot little piece.  She was delightful, but he

pretty much had his hands full at the moment.  Still, he would do

her sometime, and it probably would be sometime soon.



Continued in MRWADE.155....





