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Master Wade 139
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MRWADE.139 By Master Wade
Latin Lust
Chapter Ten
Anna Maria was surprised, but pleased, when Paul served her
breakfast in bed the following morning. She sat up in bed, rubbing
the sleepiness from her eyes as he set the wicker bed-tray across
her lap. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, fried apples, even grits,
which she had never believed she could come to enjoy, but which she
truly did like, were served on that same beautiful china he'd set
the table with when they had dinner only two nights ago. The aroma
of the coffee and bacon was wonderful, and the buttered toast
begged for her attention, which it promptly recieved.
Paul set his own tray on the bed at her feet and pulled up a
small chair for himself. They made small conversation while they
ate. Paul was fascinated, but excited, by the ease with which Anna
sat there eating with her naked breasts totally exposed to him, and
while he saw no reason to comment on it, his eyes gave him away,
much to Anna Maria's secret pleasure. Anyone who knew her at work
would not imagine her to be so at ease with her own nakedness, but
that was exactly as she liked for it to be. The truth was that she
loved showing herself off. Exhibitionism was a passion to her, but
one which she carefully and pleasurably controlled, meting out just
as much exposure as she chose at any time, always aware of what she
was doing and of the effect it had on those who witnessed it. She
felt the power of her young body and thrilled at her ability to use
that power to get what she wanted. Even the most innocent and
simple things, the crossing of her legs, placing her hand at her
breast, bending without allowing her knees to flex, the careful
selection of the clothing that she wore, all those things could be
powerfully controlled, and with Anna Maria, they always were.
Paul ate more quickly, and while Anna finished, he ran a bath
for her, adding a sensuously aromatic herbal bath which Anna could
not identify, but which she very much liked. While she luxuriated
in the wonderfully hot water, Paul showered in the master bath (how
appropriately named in his case, she thought). When he was done he
slid on an elegant silk robe and sat on a small stool next to the
large tub, watching her wash herself with the fragrant soapy water.
"I made arrangements for us to be away from work for a while,
Anna," he said, as he drank in the beautiful contrast of the white
soap on her olive skin.
"Well, that's nice, but I have the Reynolds case, and it can't
wait. John Reynolds secretary has called nearly every day to check
on my progress on that one."
"I know. I spoke with John, and told him that you'd be out of
the office helping me but that the papers would be on his desk by
Friday."
"They won't be if I can't go to work, Paul."
"Miller will do the records search and prepare the deeds.
Sandra knows to get them ready and to send them over the first
thing Friday morning."
"And the other cases? I suppose you took care of all of them
too?"
"Yes. There were a couple of them that I could see would need
your personal attention, and I'll make sure you get to the office
to work on them during the week. But all the pressure is off,
Anna. You don't have to worry about anything except being here with
me."
"It's wonderful not to have to worry about that, Paul, but
really...I take my work very seriously, and I don't know how I feel
about you stepping in without my knowledge and assigning my work to
other people. I'm sorry, but I have to tell you how I feel about
it."
"I understand, and wouldn't expect you to feel any other way,
Anna. You must understand that this is an unusual situation. For
us to be really free from the office, I had to convince them that
you were indeed helping me, which in their eyes would have made it
natural for me to have made arrangements where your cases were
concerned. I'll never interfere in your work because of our
personal relationship. I merely handled this just as I would have
if we were indeed working on a legal case together."
Anna smiled at him and relaxed again. "Tell me honestly.
What do you think of my legal work?"
"You're very good. You would never have been hired if we had
thought you wouldn't be good, of course, but everyone has been
pleasantly surprised so far. You have avoided making many of the
mistakes that most of us made when we began, and you seem to have
a wonderful rapport with your clients. You don't seem to get
behind with your caseload and all the girls in the office really
like you. I read through the Wilson brief the other day and,
frankly, I was surprised at what a good job you did with it. That
would have been a tough one for any of us, but you handled it
really well. Probably better than I would have, to be honest."
"Thanks," Anna Maria replied, standing up and drying herself
off. "It makes me feel better to know that you can see me both as
a good lawyer, and a good fuck."
"Who ever said you were a good fuck?", Paul said, laughing and
making it through the door just as the double-handfull of water hit
him in the back.
Betty's first thoughts when she awoke that morning were of
Anna Maria. She was dying to know how her evening had gone, and
what it was like to be with Paul. She hadn't told Anna Maria, but
Paul had often been in her fantasies, even before she heard of his
interest in Dominance and submission. Paul, she was sure, wouldn't
remember her, but she had attended some aerobics classes at the
club, and had watched him working out on the weight machines. He
had fascinated her, and she knew in her heart of hearts that it was
not his tightly muscled body or rugged good looks that had excited
her most. There was an inner quality about him that spoke much
more loudly to Betty then, and to Anna Maria now.
Later, when she heard of Paul's sexual predelictions from her
sister, Betty began to understand more about the nature of that
inner quality of Paul's which had excited her so much. What she
found most difficult to understand was why she was attracted to
that part of him. Her father had been a dominant man, but goodness
knows, she had never had any kinky thoughts about her father. And
if that had anything to do with it, why hadn't her sister responded
to Paul's interests in the same way that Betty had? Then again,
perhaps she did, but couldn't let anyone know.
I guess what really matters, Betty thought to herself, as she
slid her hand down her belly and between her legs, is not why I
find him so compelling, but that my best friend in the whole world
is fucking him. My best friend with the pussy that is so good one
is tempted to slide a silver platter under her ass before eating
her. My best friend who kisses me with a passion that I've never
known in anyone before, male or female. My best friend who got so
hot thinking about ME fucking Paul that she was like a wild animal.
Betty kicked at the covers and simultaneously slid her left
hand under her ass. When it was time, she would come while rubbing
her clit furiously, as usual, but right now she wanted fingers
inside. At least two from the top, and two from the bottom.
Anna Maria did as Paul asked, and lay all her lingerie out on
the bed. While he sat in one of the two chairs in the grouping by
the window of her room, Anna Maria stood naked and held up each
piece for him to see, putting on items when he asked her to, but
immediately removing them, per his request, when he had seen her in
it as long as he wished to. It took quite a while to go through it
all; Anna was a lingerie fancier herself, and still a bit of a girl
scout. She was always prepared.
When she had satisfied his interest in her underthings, she
took the items she had hung in the closet out one by one and
allowed him to see them, holding them up to her body so that he
could have some idea of how they would look on her. None of this
was an unpleasant task for Anna Maria. She enjoyed it, especially
the fact that she was naked throughout most of the process. It was
one thing to dress in a dressing room or behind a screen, and then
to emerge to show a man how lovely you were. It was something else
to parade around nude in front of him, not even bothering to put
the clothes you showed him on.
"Do you know how to take up the hem on a dress, Anna?", he
asked, after she had shown him a very clingy violet colored dress
that she could tell he really liked.
"Of course. Who do you think hemmed all my sister's dresses?
The ones that got me through college?"
"Good. That dress needs to be shorter."
"This one? You haven't seen what happens when I sit down in
it yet. Besides, it's so tight it's almost like not having
anything on anyway."
"Will you hem it, or will I simply cut it off about four
inches shorter than I had planned on having you hem it, Anna?"
"I'll hem it, of course, Master," she replied, making another
mental note to herself. She loved a bit of exhibitionism, but she
didn't want to be arrested for indecent exposure. She was
beginning to see that Paul didn't need much help in making his mind
up about things.
By the time they had concluded Paul's examination of Anna
Maria's clothing it was lunchtime. When she had asked him to
select something for her to wear during lunch, Paul had handed her
a pair of red high heels.
"I guess this means we're not going out for lunch?", Anna
Maria said, a playful smile working at her lips.
"Good guess!", Paul replied.
"You know there are some people who think women look better IN
clothes," she said.
"That's probably true, Anna, but somehow, I doubt that there
are any of those people in this condo at the moment," he replied,
wondering if she could know the full meaning of his statement.
"I won't argue with you there, Master," she said, smiling. If
you only knew how much I enjoy seeing a woman naked, she thought to
herself, with visions of Betty filling her with a quick rush.
Paul didn't touch her during lunch, but it pleased him to
watch her eating nude, while he was fully dressed, albeit casually.
He allowed her to put the dishes away, taking in every movement of
her body as she walked around in the heels. He especially liked
the way her ass moved when she walked in the heels, and he made a
mental note to include that in his textfile in the computer when he
got a chance. Anna was very graceful, and she had none of the
"waddle" in her walk that some women did when wearing heels that
high. Paul actually found that rather awkward movement exciting at
times, but it was a very personal thing. It looked great when some
women did it, not so great when others did. He had a feeling that
Anna would look marvelous either way.
"Strip the covers off my bed, Anna," Paul said, when she was
done in the kitchen. "Leave only the bottom sheet, and then lay
down on it in the center, on your back."
Anna complied, without questioning him, and while she was
doing that, Paul removed some satin scarves from his dresser.
Going to each corner of the bed, he reached under the box-springs
and pulled out a leather straps with large D-rings at their
unattached ends and flipped them over onto the bed. He tied one
corner of each scarf to the D-ring and then to Anna's wrists and
ankles.
Anna was immediately aroused. She had never been tied before,
and as the soft scarves tightened around her extremeties she felt
a delicious sensation of being...of being "available", she supposed
it was. There was no way to close her legs, no way to cover her
breasts with her folded arms or to place her hands over her crotch.
"You've been mine from the start, Anna," Paul said to her
softly, as he slipped out of his own clothing. "You've been mine,
but you have never been as totally mine as you are at this moment.
Your mouth is mine, your breasts and nipples are mine. Your flat
little school-girlish belly is mine. Your naked cunt is mine. Your
hard little clitoris, your swelling labia, the inner lips that are
even now growing wet, your tight little virginal anus is mine."
"Yes, Master," Anna said, finding the calm quiet way he said
those words making her breathing difficult.
He sat on the bed next to her, circling her navel with the tip
of his finger while he continued.
"I can fuck you any way it pleases me now, Anna. You can't
stop me. All you can do is take dick. And if I don't want to fuck
you, there's nothing you can do about that either. All you can
really do is just lay there naked with your legs apart and your hot
little cunt juices leaking out onto the sheets, clenching your ass
and wishing that you could feel me deep inside your little hole.
The time you spend being bound can either be a constant rush of
pleasure for you, or a frustrating voyage on a rolling sea of need
which you think will never end."
Paul moved his eyes from hers and purposely stared at her
nipples, sliding his finger down her belly to the top of her slit,
probing for her clit. The moisture he felt there pleased him, but
he knew there would be much more of it soon.
"You see, Anna, one of the nice things about having all this
time with you and being so free of all our obligations, is that I
can take all the time I want with you. I don't have anywhere to
go, or anything else to do. And you're not really in any position
to go anywhere or do anything yourself, are you?"
"No, Master," Anna replied, having to clear her throat to get
the rest of the words out, "not while I'm tied here like this, for
sure."
"Yes, and I'll decide how long you'll be tied there like that.
And I'll decide whether your clitoris is to be played with like
this, or whether it is to be licked with my wet tongue, or whether
you can have anything inside you or not, or even whether or not you
can come or not."
"I want to come, Master. I want to come hard, and often."
"I know you do, precious," he said, working her hard little
clit more seriously, and still staring at her tits.
"I think I can come right now, Master," Anna said, her hips
beginning to work.
"But I just started playing with you, Anna. Professional
women don't come that fast, do they? I thought only sluts came
that fast."
"I'm not a slut, Master," Anna said, her hips working faster.
"No, I'm sure you aren't, Anna," he said, taking her clit
between his thumb and forefinger, and pinching it softly.
"Make me come, Master. Please." Her hips moved more deeply
now, pushing her ass down into the mattress, her wrists and ankles
pulling at the scarves as her passion grew to a fever pitch, more
quickly than either of them had expected it might.
"Professional women don't beg to come, either, do they, Anna?
I thought only sluts begged to come."
"I don't care, Master. I just want to come."
"You don't care, Anna? You're begging to come. Surely you
must care."
"I don't care if sluts beg. Put a finger in!"
"Well, we need to know whether you're a professional woman or
a slut, Anna, before you can come." He held her slippery clit more
tightly, almost feeling it swell between his fingers. He could
very slightly rub it between his fingers and make her go off like
a firecracker, but instead he held her very still, making her hunch
at him.
"I don't know which, Master. Please. Make me!" Her body was
rolling now as she struggled at the scraves, her hips pumping.
God, she wished he would move his hand more! She needed to be
rubbed, rubbed really hard and fast!
Paul released her clit and stood up, moving toward the door.
"Well, you think about that, Anna, and when you figure it out,
you call for me." He started moving through the door.
"I'm a SLUT!!, damn it! Don't leave me!!", she cried,
raising her head from the bed, her eyes flashing with a mixture of
anger and deep desire.
"You needn't yell, Anna," Paul said softly, as he moved back
to the bed. He sat beside her again, his hand moving back to her
pussy. This time he began rubbing the entire upper part of her sex
with his fingers in small circles, feeling her pubic hair tangling
from his movements.
"Now, Anna, very quietly you can tell me what you are if you
like." His voice was so soft she could barely hear him, and he
stared straight into her eyes.
"I'm a slut, Master," she said, her voice almost a whisper.
"Again, Anna," he said, rubbing just a bit faster.
"I'm a slut, Master. A very hot slut. Your slut."
"Good girl, Anna. Just keep saying it. Keep thinking it."
"Slut. Hot slut. Master's slut girl. I'm a slut," she
repeated very softly, her voice thick and heavy with need.
Paul bent down to her chest and took one of her nipples
between his teeth. He bit it, gently at first, but at the same
time he that he took hold of her clit once more, he bit down more
firmly on the little nub in his mouth. Anna's voice grew louder.
"Slut..slut...slut..I'm Paul's slut...Anna slut..lawyer
slut..Professional slut...God...slut,slut,slut,slut..."
Paul's thumb and forefinger clamped down on her clit like a
vice, and he opened his mouth, quickly working as much of her tit
into his mouth as he possibly could. He sucked hard, working at
her tit with his mouth, drawing it deeper into his mouth as he
squeezed and rubbed her clit between his thumb and finger.
Anna Maria's recitation abruptly stopped and she drew in a
deep breath, which she held for nearly five seconds, her legs
stiffening, her back arching. Then in a great outrush of air and
a trembling that caused her thighs to quiver, Anna Maria came.
When she was done, and while her chest was still rising and
falling as she tried to catch her breath, Paul kissed her softly
and the mouth, and left the room, closing the door softly behind
him.
Continued in MRWADE.140.....
The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The
Mansion, the adult area of Wade's World BBS, (703)-694-5460,
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