From: walexand@hemisphere.neocomm.net (Wade Mondegam)
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Subject: Repost: MRWADE.150 - Latin Lust - Chapter Twenty-one
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MRWADE.150                                       By Master Wade









                           Latin Lust



                       Chapter Twenty-one









     Betty looked out over the city, feeling Paul's arm still

tightly around her.  She lay her head on his shoulder, the cool

breeze feeling almost as good as the wetness inside her.  Well, she

had done it now.  She had fucked Anna's Paul.  Or he had fucked

her. She wasn't sure which way it went, but they had fucked.  It

sure wasn't hard to see how Anna could have grown so quickly fond

of him or why she had been willing to submit to him as she had. Had

anyone ever made her feel more sexually devoured than that before?

More taken?  More madly crazed with need than that?  Maybe Anna,

but certainly no man she could think of.  Maybe not Anna, either.

     "You are quite wonderful," Paul said to her, kissing her

forehead.

     Betty looked up at him and kissed his cheek.  Then she put her

head back on his shoulder and nuzzled against him, pressing her

head to him lovingly.  She wanted to say something, but she didn't

know what to say.

     "Are you glad we did that?", he asked her, simply.

     "Yes.  I'm very glad," she replied, without looking at him.

     Paul gave her to her thoughts for a moment before continuing.

     "What Anna Maria wants is important to both of us, Betty. But

what is also important is what we want.  Don't forget that."

     "I know," Betty replied, seriously.  "I've thought a lot about

that."

     "She wants something that it may be hard for her to have.  It

may even be impossible for her to have it the way she wants it."

     "Do you think it is?", Betty asked, looking up at him now.

     "I don't think it depends on me as much as it does on the two

of you.  For me, especially now, after having had you and now that

I am alone with you, it is possible.  It is more than possible.  It

is something I think I want very much."

     "You don't have to say that.  You may not know me well enough

yet to say that," she said.

     "It is early, I know, and there are other things I need to

know about you, and about the two of you together.  Will you make

me want it?"

     "I want to make you want it.  I didn't know how I would feel,

fucking Anna's man.  I want you to want me often."

     "Do you want to possess Anna?"  It was an easy thing to want.

     "Only if you don't.  Anna is like the air.  One owns it and

must have it and cannot do without it, and yet it is not something

that one can ever keep only to themself.  I want her to belong to

you and for me to belong to you and for us to crave each other like

the air we breathe."

     Paul hadn't expected to hear such things from Betty.  She had

given all of this much thought.  Perhaps even more thought than

Anna Maria, at least on a deeper level.  He was impressed.

     "What do you know about Dominance and submission?", he asked

her.

     "Only what I've read, which hasn't been that much.  The Story

of O, The Beauty Books, Exit to Eden, some amateur erotica on

computer systems."

     "You've read more than Anna Maria, I expect.  She wants you to

both be my slaves.  Did you know that?"

     "Yes, we talked about it.  And she really does want it.  She

isn't playing...about herself I mean."

     "She really does want you to be a part of it too, Betty.  She

isn't playing about that either.  What do you want?"

     "It isn't fair to ask me now.  I want it too much to answer

you yet."

     Paul loved her answer.  It was mature but showed such deep

passion at the same time.

     "There's no rush, Betty.  Anna will want to know, but knowing

that you want it now will be enough for all of us.  We'll take it

a day at a time."

     "I'll be very good.  There isn't anything I won't do," she

said, turning to look up at him again.

     "Anything is a very big word, Betty," Paul replied.

     "I read the books.  I know what I'm saying," she answered.

     Indeed you may, Paul thought to himself, as he thought about

the books she had read and the depth of slavery and sexual

encounters they covered in their pages.

     "Let's go back inside," he said, leading her back into the

great room.

     Paul walked her to the center of the room and released her

just a few steps in front of the couch where they had been sitting

earlier.  He stepped away from her and sat down, and as she began

to move toward him he raised his hand, motioning for her to stop.

She did.

     "Turn around," he said, sketching a circle with his hand.

     Betty turned slowly and gracefully, not embarassed at all to

move at his command.

     "Take off the clothes, Betty," he said, quietly, leaning back

and relaxing.



     Anna Maria sat on the cold stone floor of the dungeon room

with a large pile of leather implements laying next to her. Her

hair and clothes were full of dust and she could still see it

floating in the light which filtered in through the windows. Her

nose was running and there were no tissues and she wiped at it with

the back of her hand.

     The stone floor was hard and she rocked to give her ass a

break from it.  Her back was beginning to ache a little too and she

felt dirty and cold and hungry.  She wondered how long it had been.

She had no watch and there were no clocks in the room.  Surely he

had fucked her by now, at least once.

     Anna Maria stuck her fingers into the small container of balm,

feeling it's smooth waxy consistency and smelling the sweet aroma

of it.  It smelled good enough to eat and she wondered why pussy

didn't smell like that or maybe like honeysuckle or jasmine.  Then

she felt bad for making it sound like she didn't like the smell of

pussy because she did really and thinking of smelling pussy made

her think of Betty.

     Anna Maria unzipped her shorts and tugged them down to her

knees with the hand that wasn't coated with leather balm.  Then she

pushed her panties down with that same hand and lay back on the

cold stone floor.  She put the hand that had the balm on it between

her legs and pressed it against herself, spreading it on her lips

and enjoying the cool slickness of it.  She worked her fingers

inside, coating herself in there.  Then she reached for the braided

handle of the cat of nine tails that lay beside her, and pushed it

up inside her cunt.



     Betty tossed the skirt in the growing pile of clothing in the

floor.  She slid the little nothing of a slip down and added it as

well.  Then she reached to unfasten her bra.

     Paul stopped her with another motion of his hand.  She dropped

her hands to her side and seeing him motion for her to turn again,

revolved in front of him, feeling his eyes running over her

lingerie-clad body as she turned slowly.

     "You were made for this, you know," he said to her, as she

continued to turn.

     "Yes.  Anna too," she said, stepping her right foot a few

inches to the right to open herself wider as she stood in front of

him, putting her hands on her hips.

     "Yes, Anna too, for sure.  But Anna does not have your height,

nor your perfect breasts.  You will be the model slut."

     "Yes, Master," Betty replied, feeling his words inflame her.

     "How are you with sodomy?", Paul asked her, as if he had asked

her for the time.

     "I never get enough, Master," she replied, her eyes fixed on

his, happy to be able to speak the truth so plainly to him.

     "I thought so.  Turn and bend over and pull the panties down

very slowly.  You know what I want you to do."

     She did know.  Exactly.  And she did it to perfection, her

legs together, bent at the waist, the panties moving down so slowly

that he wanted to reach out and rip them from her.  Once they

passed her cheeks she slipped them on off, stepping from them and

adding them to the pile in the floor.  Then moving her feet apart

again, she bent over once more, her hands moving to her cheeks and

spreading them open for him, showing him her anus.

     "Do you come when fucking in the ass?", he asked her, while

she held her position.

     "Often, Master, but not always.  With you, probably always."

     "And has Anna stuck her tongue inside it?"

     "Yes, Master," she replied, and Paul could hear the slight

breaking of her voice when she said it.

     "Are you an ass-eating girl also?"

     "Yes, Master."

     Paul did not reply immediately but merely let her hold the

position while she thought about her confessions.

     "Show me the tits," he said, finally, certainly not tired of

looking at her ass, but anxious to see the rest.

     Betty straightened and turned to fast him, unfastening the bra

and allowing it to fall away from her.  He was not disappointed.

They rode high and firm, the nipples almost at an upward angle, the

aureola puffy and youthful looking, the breasts themselves unmarked

and smooth like alabaster.  She turned slowly, letting him see them

from an angle and he was surprised at the length of her nipples as

she turned.  She completed her circle and he told her to pinch

them, watching as she took them tightly between thumb and

forefinger of each hand and crushed them.  Her eyes closed tightly

and she caught a quick breath, the tendons in her wrists tightening

as her fingers clamped the nipples and hurt them.

     "Enough," he said, quietly, and he watched as she moved her

hands away, the nipples even longer now, easily more than a quarter

inch from the puffy auroela to the tip of them.  Maybe half an

inch. Or in between.

     This was also his first chance to see her pubis now and his

eyes fell to it, across the slight swell of her young belly and

down to the nearly white tuffs of pubic hair which were trimmed

neatly and narrowly.  The white garter-belt framed her crotch and

she was a vision.  She opened her legs when she saw him staring at

her there and little fine whisps of pubic hair caught the light

between her lips, just enough to be entertaining. Her lips were

swollen slightly and he could easily make them out.

     "It isn't hard for me to see why Anna Maria needs to be with

you so often," he said to her, smiling.

     "Anna is a wonderful lover, Master," she said.  "But my need

for her is just as strong, perhaps even stronger.  Especially my

need to taste her with my mouth."

     "I will find it hard to get enough of you," he said, hoping

she recognized the truth he spoke.  "Or of you with Anna."

     Betty smiled.  She was enjoying the tone of formality with

which they played.

     "Perhaps you will become a rich man, Master, and you will free

me to serve only you and our Anna.  If so you may have all you want

of me."

     Paul grinned.  Not only what she said, but the way she said it

was delightful.

     "Perhaps Anna and I will both become rich and we will keep you

as our slut and whore and if so we will use you constantly and you

will service us on demand and yet we will never tire of you."

     "Nor I of being used, Master, should that be the case."

     "Rub the clit while I speak to you," Paul said, his expression

and tone serious once more.  Betty complied, holding her lips apart

with one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the fingers of the

other hand.  It was like watching an angel masturbate.

     "If our Anna were not in the dungeon," Paul said, taking his

cock out of his pants again and stroking it slowly while she

watched him, "I would take you there and whip you until your

alabaster skin was red and whelping and you would cry hard tears."

     It was unexpected, and his words sliced through her to the

core of her passion.

     "Then make her go away, Master, and take me there and do to me

what you will."  Her fingers were moving faster on her clit now. 

Much faster.

     "No.  She is oiling them now, making them ready for use on

you. But you will be whipped, and often."

     "Yesss, Master!", she said, unable to hide the excitement it

brought her to hear his words.

     "You will be spanked and whipped and made to cry and the

nipples will be clamped and you will be bound and used and there is

nothing that I may desire to do to you or with you which I will not

do."

     Betty closed her eyes tightly and rubbed herself lewdly, half

afraid he would make her stop and half afraid he would quit talking

to her.  She bent slightly at the knees.  She had never seen

herself look like this because she could not assume such a position

with her eyes open.  It was too lewd and dirty.

     "Perhaps I will make you live in the dungeon and will only go

there to beat you or make you eat pussy or take cum and you will be

only for such things and will be a naked girl who never gets

enough."

     "If...you...wish, Mas..ter," she said, her breathing ragged

and her hips pumping.  She was rubbing herself raw.

     Paul was raging hard and he stroked himself faster, pushed

quickly to the edge by watching the beautiful blonde in such

contorted lust.

     "No," he said, his voice now changed by his own passion, "you

will be the model girl, the sodomy girl, you will always be

beautiful and sleep in sheets of silk.  We will bathe you and

perfume you and hunger to touch you."  His hand was moving very

fast now.

     "Anything, Master," she said, growing very close now.

     "You will go to the dungeon dressed in silk and lace and the

leather will strip it from you in shreds and you will beg and cry

and whelp but you will not live in the dark cold but will only be

taken there so that you will know what you have...become...for Anna

Maria...and her ...Master!!"  The cum flew from him and shot out

onto the carpet as he jerked off watching Anna Maria's friend make

it in front of him, her hips jerking wildly, her hand flying, her

left hand moving to her breast to press her long fingernails into

the nipple as she cried out in heated lust.



     Anna Maria hung the last of the leather implements in its

place along the wall.  She wondered if he would somehow know that

she had fucked it up inside herself and what he would do if he did

know it.  He had used none of them on her, and they frightened her.

But they excited her as well, and she longed to have him use her in

that way, if he wished.  She thought about Betty and how hot she

got when she slapped her ass or bit her long nipples with her

teeth. Maybe she would learn to find that much enjoyment in such

things.  She hoped so.



     Paul bathed Betty and took her to Anna Maria's bed and ate her

slowly, savoring her juices.  Finally his neck and mouth grew tired

and he rested, kissing her so that she could taste herself on his

lips and tongue.  He held her close to himself, noticing the

difference in her body and Anna Maria's.  It was a good difference,

nothing that made him prefer one over the other, but which only

made them both wonderfully unique and beautiful in their own way.

He suckled at her breasts, enjoying each one slowly and tenderly

and resisting the urge to clamp down on her long nipples with his

teeth.  It would only make her come and that was not his intent at

the moment.  He rolled her over onto her stomach and kissed her

shoulders and her back and the small of her back and the rise of

her cheeks and the backs of her thighs and knees and calves and

feet and then held her cheeks apart and ran his tongue through to

wet her.  Then, hard simply from being with her, he drove into her

ass and pounded her to another orgasm, pleased to see that she had

not lied.



Continued in MRWADE.151.....





