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Subject: RP:  Master Wade 150 Latin Lust 21


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.....




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