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Master Wade 140
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MRWADE.140 By Master Wade
Latin Lust
Chapter Eleven
Anna Maria was only barely aware that he had left the room.
She had never come so hard in her young life. She had hated the
words he had made her say. She was no slut! But in spite of her
denial, she knew she would never have come as strongly if he had
not required that of her. And she certainly had come like a slut,
and begged like a slut to be allowed to come. These thoughts and
others all kept her company while Paul was out of the room. She
looked around, trying to see a clock, but there was none in the
room within her field of view.
Her body began cooling off, and she cold feel the change in
temperature on her pussy lips more than anywhere. It's my juices
evaporating, I guess, she reasoned. If he stays gone long enough
I'll get dry, probably. That is if I don't have to pee before that
happens. Suddenly that was a troubling possibility which she
hadn't considered before. What if he didn't come back before that
happened? Shit. Literally! No...she wouldn't do that. She
couldn't do that. Besides, he wouldn't stay gone that long. There
should be a clock in here!
Time seemed to be standing still, and Anna could feel her arms
growing tired of being forced in their position. What was he
doing? She strained to listen, hoping she would hear his movements
in the other room, but she could hear nothing. What if he had left
the condo? Who knows where he might have gone, or when he might
let her go. She grew more and more concerned as she considered all
the possibilities, and although she couldn't discount the
possibility that it was all in her head, her bladder suddenly felt
very full.
Paul came back at almost the precise moment that she had vowed
she would scream for him if he didn't. She was full of questions,
and she asked them all in a rush, not even stopping to allow him to
answer. When she finally did, Paul only smiled warmly at her and
told her that he had only been out of the room for fifteen minutes,
that he would certainly allow her to go to the bathroom when she
really needed to, and that it was time for her to come again.
He made her say the same words over again, stimulating her in
the same slow and tantalizing way he had before, and once more she
had lustily hissed and hunched and writhed in her bonds until yet
another powerful orgasm overcame her.
This was repeated every fifteen minutes. Not once did he put
his cock into her, or even allow himself to come, although he
often grew hard from witnessing her passionate responsiveness.
After her fourth orgasm, after calling herself practically
every slutty phrase she had ever imagined, and a few she had not,
and after reaching a point where she was genuinely beginning to
hope that this delicious torture would never end, Paul untied her
wrists and ankles, and allowed her to make a trip to the bathroom.
When she returned, he lay her back on the bed on her side and bound
her once more, her arms behind her back this time, wrists and
ankles tied together with the soft scarves.
She felt something cold touching her ass, and then there was
the realization that he was using something to lubricate her anus.
She felt his fingertip slide inside her, and gave a little gasp,
but the pain was nothing, really. It was merely a momentary
feeling of discomfort, which was quickly replaced by a new and
interestingly different feeling of arousal which was centered there
where he was pushing more of his single finger into her.
Paul went as slowly as possible, allowing her sphincter to
relax just a little before putting more of his finger inside. When
he had inserted most of it, he simply held it there, allowing the
young attorney to become accustomed to having a finger up her ass.
For some reason, Anna Maria felt no compulsion to speak, nor,
apparently, did Paul. He simply sat there quietly, caressing her
ass softly with his free hand, while he held his other hand at her
opening, his middle finger poked inside her. Very slowly he moved
his finger slightly, watching her response. Seeing no sign of
pain, he slid the finger back and forth just a little, continuing
to watch her face. When he was satisfied with her state of
acceptance, Paul slid his finger out of her.
It hurt a little when Paul took the finger out of her ass, and
she felt him get up from the bed and heard a drawer opening
somewhere behind her. His weight settled on the bed once again,
and again there was the coldness against her anal opening.
"This is a very small butt plug, Anna," he said, quietly.
Anna turned her head, trying to see exactly what a butt plug
looked like, but she couldn't see. She felt the tip of it pushing
against her, and felt her sphincter tighten on its on.
"It won't hurt you. It isn't much bigger than my finger,
Anna. Just relax."
His words were comforting, and she felt her hole yielding to
the entrance of the invading plug. She felt him push harder,
although still slowly, and there was a moment which had the
markings of pain, but it disappeared quickly as he reached the apex
of the plug's taper and as she felt her sphincter closing around
the smaller base of the plug. She felt full, but not uncomfortably
so. Oh well, she thought to herself with a touch of amusement, I
won't have to worry about that bathroom problem as long as that's
in there.
"Will you be okay for a while now?", he asked her gently.
"Yes, I think so. Are you leaving the room now?"
"Yes, for a while. I won't leave the condo, so don't worry.
I'll never be out of your hearing if you need something. Are the
scarves okay? Nothing's too tight?"
"It's all fine, Master. Don't stay gone too long though.
Please?"
Paul wondered how any man could stay away from such a
delightful girl for very long, but he assured her that he would be
coming back shortly. Before he left her, he took one last look at
her ass, seeing the flesh colored base of the butt plug pressed
against her olive cheeks.
"You look good with a plug in your ass," he said, walking out
the door without giving her time to respond.
Paul slid on his robe and sat down at the computer table. He
made notes of his reactions to Anna Maria thus far in the file he
was building on her, tracking her progress and adding any new
information that he had about her to the growing list. Something
she had said earlier caught his attention, and he picked up the
phone to dial his friend Dean at the law school.
"Hey, buddy," Paul said, as Dean answered.
"Look, I need another favor. Anna Maria mentioned that she
roomed with a girl named Betty while she was there. Can you check
it out for me and have someone stick a photo in my box downstairs?
Give me everything you've got on her, okay? Yes, everything.
Especially that."
He hung up the phone. Nothing to do now, but wait.
Betty drove staight to Anna's house when she got out of work.
She had promised to feed the cats and to check her mail for
anything that looked important while she was at Paul's.
Seeing nothing in the mail that looked as if it needed
attending too, and feeding the lonely looking cats their alloted
portions, Betty walked into the bedroom, remembering with fondness
their heated love-making. The clothes hamper next to her chest
caught Betty's attention, and her mouth began watering as she
walked to it and considered what she was about to do. Opening the
lid, she reached into the clothes inside, searching for and finding
exactly what she had hoped to find, the last pair of panties that
Anna had worn the day they were together.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Betty raised the tiny panties
to her face, breathing in the smell of her girlfriend. Her first
awareness was of the perfume, one of the terribly expensive french
perfumes that Anna had eagerly purchased on one of their shopping
trips. She turned the panties in her hands, orienting the crotch
so that it faced her. She pressed her nose into the still damp
material, finally breathing in the most beautiful perfume she knew,
the sweet yet pungent smell of Anna Maria's pussy. With her eyes
closed and the panties held tightly to her face, Betty lay back on
the bed, her hand sliding quickly under the waistband of her
slacks.
Paul heard the announcement tone of his security system,
alerting him that someone had placed something inside his mail box
downstairs. He called the security desk and asked that they send
his mail up, which was done promptly.
Accepting the package from one of the young girls the
building employed to run such errands, Paul wondered for a moment
what her reaction would be if she could see Anna Maria laying on
the bed in the other room. They were much the same size, although
this girl was anything but Latino. Her skin was pale almost to the
point of whiteness, but there was a youthfulness about her that
made it erotic rather than unattractive. He imagined for a moment
what the contrast of their skin would be like as it touched, but
then tipped her and closed the door.
He opened the door to the balcony and sat in one of the chairs
outside, the sounds of the city barely reaching him from below. It
was good to have a friend like Dean who could be of so much help
and who always responded so quickly to his requests. He must
remember to repay the favor sometime.
The dosier on Betty was remarkably complete, including, at no
great surprise, knowing Dean as he did, information on her sexual
preferences. It was a good photo, her senior picture, and Paul
studied it for some time. There was something vaguely familiar
about her, but on the other hand she could be one of a hundred
blonde college girls that he had eyed and briefly fantasized about.
He read the specifics on her height and weight, her measurements,
and grinned broadly when he found the words he almost knew would be
there: "Bisexual". That didn't have to mean that she had been
involved with Anna Maria, of course, but the odds were good. At a
minimum it was a good sign that Anna would be open-minded about
such things, having lived with someone who enjoyed other girls.
Paul noted her current address, checked again to make sure
that she was still single, walked back into the great room and
dialed the number listed as her home number on the sheet.
The answering machine cut in on the third ring.
"Hi, I'm not home at the moment, but if this is Anna, I'm
dying to hear from you. Call me at your house!"
Paul hung the phone up and smiled to himself.
Continued in MRWADE.141....
The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The
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