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Master Wade 143
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MRWADE.143 By Master Wade
Latin Lust
Chapter Fourteen
Paul slipped his paisley-patterned silk smoking jacket on and
checked his hair in the mirror. What a shame he couldn't have all
this on video, or have his friend Dix here taking 35mm snapshots.
He walked to the door and opened it, smiling broadly at his three
guests.
"Ladies! Come in, please. I'm so glad you agreed to come."
Peggy entered first, stopping long enough to wrap her arms
around Paul and give him a big kiss. "Paul, you remember Barbara,
I'm sure..."
"Yes, hello Barbara. You're as lovely as ever." He kissed
her cheek lightly.
"And this is our friend Anne. Anne, Paul Medlin."
Anne had a flushed look on her face which Paul immediately
recognized as a mixture of excitement and having just been made to
come. He glanced quickly at the other two women, making a wild
guess at which one it had been who had done that to her, but
keeping his guess to himself.
"Anne, I can now understand why I never see Peggy anymore. You
are simply adorable! I don't know how you got mixed up with this
crowd, but I'm really glad you did. Please, come on in and make
yourself at home."
Anne found herself almost at a loss for words. She hadn't
thought about all of this exciting her as much as it did, but the
combination of Barbara's head between her legs on the ride over,
and meeting this wonderfully virile and handsome man was almost too
much for her already, and the "fashion" show hadn't even begun yet.
She got out a soft but genuine "thank you" and allowed herself to
be led into the great room.
"I'll fix us all some drinks, but first you have to help me
turn this couch around."
"Hey, do we look like the Mayflower movers or something?",
Peggy asked, teasingly.
"You look like three angels from heaven," Paul replied,
chuckling, "and if you are, how about just snapping your fingers so
we don't have to strain our backs?"
Peggy snapped her fingers, but nothing happened, so the three
of them put their shoulders to the task which was quickly
accomplished. Paul invited them to take their seats, and began
mixing drinks at the bar.
As he prepared the drinks, Paul watched the three women in the
mirror that ran the full length of the old antique bar. He had
known Peggy for years, and could still remember every curve and
hollow of her delightful body. Never one to be outdone, if she
could help it, Peggy was dressed to kill in a tight little mini
that showed her legs off wonderfully. Outrageously high heels and
a blouse that must have had a button on it somewhere completed her
outfit. Paul ran his eyes over her body, remembering the feel of
her baby soft blonde hair brushing his face and of her thighs
clamping him tightly. She knew him only too well, and winking at
him in the mirror, made a big show of crossing her racehorse legs.
Barbara was a long drink of water, at least 5'10" in her
stocking feet. Paul had enjoyed watching she and Peggy together,
the redhead and the blonde, and had often wondered what Barbara
would be like, but he knew of her reluctance with men and respected
her prejudices. It was something of a miracle that anyone actually
ever preferred men to women. Barbara wore black velvet pants, and
it was no mistake. She was the type of woman who would probably
look wonderful in pants forever. She also had the biggest tits of
any of the three, a fact that was never lost on Peggy who made up
in exposure what she lacked in size, especially when she was with
Barbara.
The new one, Anne, was so different from the others that she
almost looked out of place. She could not have been much over 5'
tall, certainly not taller than 5'2". Almost everything about her
was petite, from her tiny feet to her thin, short nose. Only one
feature could be considered big, and that was her eyes, big brown
eyes which seemed to be always open wider than necessary. They
were the perfect complement to her jet black hair which was cut in
a pageboy style. Her skin was like Ivory, delicate and creamy,
with only enough faults here and there to confirm her humanity.
Anne wore a sensible dark green dress with a square cut bodice
and a full skirt. Paul could never look at a girl like Anne in a
dress like that without envisioning it bunched around her waist,
her legs open, her fingers holding her lips apart. The soft fabric
of the skirt hung comfortably around her legs as she sat with them
crossed, revealing just a touch of thigh along the bottom of her
right leg. She wore no stockings, and her pale skin glistened in
the indirect lighting of the greatroom.
"Alright now, ladies," Paul said as he turned to pass out the
drinks, "here are the ground rules: The young lady who is modeling
for you is Anna Maria. If she has ever done anything like this
before, I don't know about it, but I believe you will be surprised
by the job she does. I have told her nothing at all about you; in
fact she is probably expecting an entirely male audience. I can
only guess what here reaction will be when she sees you, but I am
confident she will find this to be a very exciting experience." He
paused to take a sip of his own drink.
"Now, I hope you will allow Anna Maria to perform for you, and
by that I mean that I will appreciate it if you will exercise some
restraint. I encourage you to flirt with her, and to exercise all
your subtle seductiveness to excite her, but please remember that
you are not at Chippendales. You are going to want to see more of
my little Anna Maria, and her reaction to this evening will have
much to do with whether that happens or not. Just relax and enjoy
yourselves and follow her lead, please. Any questions?"
Peggy uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with her hands on
her thighs, purposely displaying her charms. "Are we permitted to
touch, Master?"
Paul smiled. Peggy seldom called him Master in the presence
of others, usually only when she wanted something.
"You may touch her anywhere, all of you. But even if she is
willing, even if she initiates it, I do not want her making love to
anyone but me tonight. Make her want it all you can, and allow her
to turn you on all you want to, but save that for another time.
Okay?"
The girls all nodded in agreement. Anne, much to her
surprise, found herself blushing at his remarks.
"Any other questions? No? Alright, bear with me one moment,
while I check to see if our little starlet is ready."
Paul opened the door to the bedroom and looked in. Anna Maria
was dressed, sitting at the makeup table putting the finishing
touches on her eyelashes. He slipped in quietly and stood behind
her, putting his hands on her shoulders and kissing the top of her
head.
"I'm so nervous, Master. I really want to please you so
much."
"And I know you will, Anna. Just be your adorable, natural
self, and you'll be fine. I'll be standing behind them, and you
will always be able to see me. If I want you to do something
special I'll give you a signal you'll be able to understand. Are
you ready?"
Anna Maria turned and kissed his hand softly, laying her head
against his arm. "Yes," she replied, quietly with a sigh of
resignation, "I'm ready."
Paul walked through the door ahead of her, reached back to
take her hand, and presented his new slave to the anxious audience
of hungry women.
"Ladies, allow me to present...Anna Maria!"
Anna Maria had expected there to be at least one woman in the
group, but it had never dawned on her that they would all be women.
She felt a momentary twinge of disappointment, based primarily on
the fantasizing she had been doing all evening. But as she took a
deep curtsy and looked at the three women, her disappointment
quickly changed to a mixture of relief and excitement. She felt
much more relaxed already than she would have been had there been
men in the group. She could almost pretend that she was just doing
it for Betty now. But thinking of Betty would make her wet, and
goodness knows, she would be wet enough as it was.
Continued in MRWADE.144....
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