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Master Wade 144
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MRWADE.144 By Master Wade
Latin Lust
Chapter Fifteen
Paul gave Anna Maria's hand a squeeze and kissed her softly on
the cheek. Leaving her, he walked to the stereo and began
Brubeck's Brandenburg Gate album. He didn't expect any of the
others to know it, or perhaps to even care for it, but he liked it,
and it would serve as a good background for Anna Maria; rhythmic
and sensual without being distracting.
Anna Maria walked in an arc in front of the couch, her posture
perfect, her steps slow and fluid, her arms hanging naturally at
her sides. She turned at the far end of her arc and retraced her
steps, smiling at each woman in turn, and then moving to the center
of her half circle, where she stopped and turned around slowly.
"Anna Maria has chosen a very naughty dress for her first
round," Paul said as he stood behind the couch. Anna Maria had not
expected him to make comments, but she was glad that he was guiding
things. "Can you see the natural blush that wearing such a dress
brings to this innocent girl?", he continued. "Notice how it hugs
her body, how it is cut daringly low at the top, and scandalously
short below her tiny waist." He paused and watched with pride as
Anna Maria very naturally batted her eyes at just the right time,
moving her hands in front of her, and clasping them together at her
waist.
"The slit in the back of this dress is guaranteed to tease
unmercifully," he went on, as Anna turned around to reveal the back
of the dress. "Even as she stands there is the promise of upper
thigh, of stocking tops and garters." Anna stood with her back to
the girls, watching herself in the mirror of the bar. She put her
right foot out to the side, and her left hand on her hip, an action
which made the slit in back part, teasingly, and Paul could hear
someone breathing heavily on the couch in front of him.
"Come closer, Anna. Let them touch the marvelous material
that barely covers you."
Anna turned and walked directly at Barbara who was seated in
the middle. When she stopped she resumed her previous pose, one
foot out to the side, hand on her hip. She looked straight into
Barbaras eyes, almost as if daring her to look up and down her
body.
Barbara kept her eyes locked on Anna's, but reached up to run
her long fingers along the neckline of the dress, her nails grazing
her skin lightly. Anna felt goosebumps forming on her thighs, and
the hair raise slightly on the back of her neck.
Peggy reach forward from her side, touching the skirt and
feeling the garter straps under the dress. She pressed her fingers
against the outline of them, making it clear that she was touching
more than the fabric of the dress.
Barbara ran her fingers down across Anna's breasts slowly and
then down her stomach, stopping and sitting back only when she had
come dangerously close to her crotch. Her eyes left Anna's and
took in the curves before her.
Anna moved slightly to the left, more in front of Peggy,
responding to her touch by making it easier for her. Peggy licked
her lips as she touched first one side of the dress, then the
other, purposely tracing the outline of the stockings and garters
underneath. She watched Peggy, surprised but excited by her
obvious arousal. Slowly, she turned to put her back to Peggy,
holding her feet apart slightly. She turned to look over her
shoulder, and when she saw Peggy reaching for her again, she bent
slightly at the waist, making the dress rise higher in back, the
slit working upward toward her ass.
Peggy's heart pounded, and she reached into the slit to touch
Anna's stocking covered thighs. Just as her fingers made contact,
Anna giggled and moved away, walking to the other side of the group
to stand in front of Anne.
Anne uncrossed her legs and wrung her hands together in her
lap, slowly, but noticeably. Paul could see her head moving up and
down and knew that she was drinking in the sight of this lovely
Latino girl in front of her. He raised his hand, catching Anna
Maria's attention, and motioned for her to raise the skirt.
He saw Anna take a deep breath and then move her hands to the
skirt, grasping it midway down its length with both hands and
raising it slowly. She kept her eyes on Paul, waiting for a signal
to stop. The hem moved past her stocking tops, no signal. She
raised it higher, exposing the red garter straps the shiny metal
garters. No signal. She paused, holding the dress there, feeling
the eyes of the three women on her, her eyes burning into Pauls,
waiting. No signal.
Taking her eyes away from Paul and focusing them instead on
the eighteen year old girl in front of her, Anna Maria raised the
skirt higher and higher, her eyes glued on the girl, defiantly
planning on ignoring any signal that Paul might give her, showing
more of herself, raising her dress, wanting Anne to see.
Finally the skirt was bunched around her waist, and Anne
stared with her big brown eyes at the olive thighs which rose like
sentinels out of the shiny silk stockings. Red was the perfect
compliment to the color of her skin, and Anne felt a seeping of
moisture in her panties as her eyes moved up the straps higher and
higher until she was staring at the red panties and the arched
bottom of the bustier. The panties were thin and clung tightly to
the Latino girl's pubis, crushing her little mound of pubic hair,
clinging to the lips below, outlining them, forming to their shape.
Almost without thinking, Anne reached for her, and when she
had almost allowed her to touch her panties, Anna Maria moved to
her left, holding the dress up as she walked, stopping in front of
Barbara who was quicker and who touched her inner thigh, sliding
her hand up her leg until the side of it grazed the damp crotch of
the red panties.
Anna Maria was shocked by her quickness, and awkwardly moved
further to her left, to offer herself to Peggy, her movement
forcing Barbara's hand away from her prize.
Much to her surprise, Peggy remained still, reclining against
the back of the couch, making no effort to touch her, but fixing
her eyes on her revealed charms. When she did move, it was not
toward Anna Maria that she moved, but instead she took Barbara's
hand in hers and moved it to her face, where she turned it so that
the edge of it which had touched Anna Maria was under her nose.
She moved her eyes to Anna Maria's eyes and inhaled the lingering
aroma from Barbara's hand, closing her eyes briefly in homage to
the girl who was sharing herself with them so beautifully.
The building passion in her body shook Anna Maria, and she was
suddenly aware of her nipples, hard like little stones inside the
bustier. With her eyes still locked on Peggy's flagrant
confession, Anna Maria turned and walked back to the center of her
stage, allowing the dress to fall only when she had completed her
turn and was facing them again.
She reached behind her, her eyes downcast to the floor, and
unzipped the dress all the way. When she was done she continued to
stand, her head bowed, her arms hanging loosely by her side, and
turned full circle without raising her head or her eyes. When she
was facing them again, she slid the dress off her shoulders,
catching it and stopping it momentarily as it fell to her breasts,
her head still down, avoiding their eyes.
Little by little she let the dress fall from her body, helping
it over her breasts, guiding it slowly to her waist and then past
the edge of the bustier, down her legs, allowing it to fall in a
puddle at her feet. Tilting her head to the side with a shrug of
embarrasment, Anna Maria wrapped her arms around her waist below
her breasts and hugged herself, raising the toe of her right foot
and bending that leg slightly.
Paul looked on in wonder at the childlike bashfulness she so
beautifully portrayed, and knew without looking that it was not
lost on the rest of her audience. Anna Maria continued to stand
there, and no one made a sound, their hearts nearly stopped, until
finally Peggy breathed audibly a sigh which was laden with lust.
As if it were the prompt she had been waiting for, Anna Maria
stepped out of the dress at her feet, turned so that her back was
to her audience, bent at the waist with her knees locked and picked
up the dress, stopping to allow them to gaze at her now exposed ass
and the backs of her thighs. Then she straightened gracefully,
slung the dress over her shoulder, and walked away from them, her
hips swaying, into the bedroom where she shut the door.
The room was still for a moment, the only sound the rewinding
of the tape in the stereo. Barbara broke the silence.
"You bastard. You dirty bastard," she said, softly, without
turning to look at Paul. Peggy and Anne continued to stare at the
bedroom door, and said nothing.
"There's more," he said, moving around the couch toward his
Anna, "don't go away."
When Paul walked through the door, Anna stood facing it, still
clutching her dress to herself.
"Was I terrible? Tell me honestly, please. Was I? They
didn't say anything! And you quit talking."
"Silly girl!", Paul exclaimed as he moved to take her into his
arms. "You can't be serious! You were wonderful! They didn't say
anything because they couldn't. That was beautiful and probably
the most erotic thing any one in that room has ever seen. You were
absolutely fantastic."
He finally convinced her that he was sincere, and she began
changing into the blue and white garter belt set and the Navy
dress. It was almost more than Paul could do to watch her dress
after having witnessed her previous performance, but he knew he
needed to be strong for her. No matter how much any of them wanted
to just stop and devour her, they had to let her finish.
"Anna, I'm going to put something you can really move to on
the stereo this time. We've got to lighten this up just a little
bit, or we'll never make it to the last outfit. Come out smiling
and moving and dancing, and keep up the pace to the end of this
set, okay?"
Anna nodded in agreement, and Paul left her to finish getting
ready. When he re-entered the greatroom he found all three girls
at the bar, refreshing their drinks. Peggy grabbed his arm as he
came through the door and walked with him to the stereo. She spoke
to him quietly her lips hidden from the view of the other two
girls.
"God, Paul...where did you find this girl? Is this really one
of your lawyers in the firm? Seriously?"
Paul smiled warmly at his old friend. "Isn't she something,
Peggy?"
"Honestly, did you know she would be this good? You must have
known."
"No, I'm just as surprised as you are. She had playfully
modeled a little bit for me, and of course her beauty certainly
hadn't escaped me, but I had no idea she would be the natural that
she is."
"Well, what do you think so far? Is she, or isn't she?",
Peggy asked, although she'd already formed her own opinion.
"I swear, Peggy, I'm not sure yet. I thought I would know the
minute that one of you touched her, but I'm still not sure. What
about you? What do you think?"
"Paul, darling, if that girl isn't bisexual, I'll eat her!"
Paul couldn't help laughing, even though it was a terrible
perversion of an old cliche.
"What you mean is that if she isn't you'll do everything in
your power to change her mind, isn't it Peggy?"
"Yes, and I won't be alone, either. Those two over there have
it just as bad as I do, you know. You actually expect us to just
go home after this is over with?"
"Yep, I sure do, Peggy. If you don't go, I'll throw you out."
He smiled as he said it, but Peggy knew it was the truth. No point
in pushing it.
"Well, all I can say is, you're going to be a very unpopular
guy until you let us have her."
"Maybe you won't have to wait long, Peggy. I'm on your side,
remember. Just don't any of you forget who her Master is."
The music started. Talk about a change! It was Jerry Lee
Lewis; the soundtrack from the movie about his life, Great Balls of
Fire.
Almost as soon as the song started playing, Anna Maria danced
into the room. The girls hadn't taken their seats yet, and she
danced from one to the other of them, teasing them by tossing her
hair in their faces as she moved by them, skipping from place to
place, stopping occasionally to stand in one place and Shake it
Baby, Shake it.
If her previous performance had been subdued, this one was
exactly the opposite. A brilliant smile lit Anna Maria's face, and
her dance movements were professional enough to have been
choreographed and practiced for weeks. The navy dress clung
tightly to her body and no movement she made was lost. She swayed
to Crazy Arms, gyrated to Breathless, rubbed up against them slowly
on That Lucky Old Sun, and when the tape stopped to begin the
second side, she froze like a statue in the center of the room, her
dress caught wildly half way up her thighs, a hint of the suntan
stocking tops showing, her hair in wondrous disaray.
While she stood in the quiet of the room, the three girls took
their seats again, feeling an entirely different kind of arousal
than they had during her first set. She had been an ingenue in the
first one, an innocent, sweet girl, reluctantly showing them her
body. Now she was a wild thing, a madly erotic animalistic sexual
being who could possess you simply by allowing you to watch her
dance.
When the music began again, she danced straight toward them
and then backward away from them, skipping sexily to and fro,
bending when she neared them and almost kissing them, but then
pulling away, leaving them gasping.
While the music pounded, she suddendly stopped at the back of
her runway and with quick, almost violent movements stipped the
dress over her head, leaving herself exposed in the most feminine
lingerie imaginable, the soft blue and sparkling white garter belt
and stocking outfit. The cups of the bra were cut to reveal the
tops of her breasts, the panties french cut and minimal, more a
decoration than anything else.
She danced toward them again, more aware than ever, if that
was possible, of her body and how to move it in ways that drove her
audience mad with desire. This time it was she who took their
hands and placed them on her body, almost forcing them to touch her
breasts, to cup her mound, to feel the silky bronze softness of her
inner thighs and the growing wetness of her barely covered cunt.
Then with a pounding and erotic dance away from them, she
turned at the door to her room, blew them a kiss, and was gone.
As soon as she disappeared through the doorway, Barbara turned
to Anne and pulled her to her, kissing her mouth hotly and shoving
her hand up the young girl's dress. Anne's legs opened with a
rush, and she pulled her dress fully to her waist, sliding lower on
the couch to push herself at Barbara's probing fingers.
Paul looked at Peggy with a raised eyebrow, only to see her
shrug, as if to say, `stop them if you can, but I wouldn't even
want to try'. Paul didn't really want to stop them, and he felt
sure that Peggy was right, there really was no use in trying. But
even with the obvious delight that Anna Maria had shown for their
touch, he wasn't about to let her catch them. Not yet. Looking
back over his shoulder at them and shaking his head slowly, the
went to Anna once more.
"Are you sure this is okay with you, Master?", Anna said, as
she stood naked in the center of the room, drying herself with a
towel.
"You are wonderful, Anna. I wouldn't change a thing. Are you
enjoying yourself?"
She laughed. "You really have to ask that?"
"Well, no, not really," he smiled, "but of course you could
just be a really good actress."
"The really wonderful thing about this, my adorable Master,"
she said, as she walked toward him and kissed him on the lips
tenderly, "is that I'm not having to act at all. I'm only being
myself."
That was all he needed to hear, and exactly what he had wanted
to hear. Paul cautioned her to wait for him to bring her out for
the last set, choosing not to explain why, and left her to finish
dressing for the last time.
Peggy had obviously decided that self-control was not a virtue
in this case, and had joined the other two girls with eager and
hungry participation. Someone had removed Barbara's tight velvet
pants, and Peggy was on her back, her head between those tightly
muscled thighs, her mouth busily working on her friend's pussy.
Barbara for the second time that evening had her face pushed
between the tender young thighs of the married girl, who appeared
to be lost to another world as she clung tightly to Barbara's red
hair with her clenched fist, her head back, her little mouth open,
and her breath coming in gasps.
As much to see if he could, as for any other reason, Paul
stepped behind Anne and bent over to whisper in her ear.
"You are a precious little pussy loving girl, Anne," he
whispered. "That's what you are, isn't it?" Anne grunted a reply.
"Yes, you are. And your wet little lips make these other girls
crazy, honey. Your soft nether lips, your little honey pot, the
nasty little hole down there that your husband sticks his dick
into, the one that Barbara has her tongue in, the one you wish Anna
Maria would put her pretty little mouth on.."
By the time he got to Anna Maria, Anne was beside herself,
humping up at Barbara's face, trying to push her inner lips into
the older woman's mouth. Her orgasm hit her with full force, and
Paul walked away, smiling, shaking his head and looking forward to
the day when she and Anna Maria could be together.
Continued in MRWADE.145.....
The entire Master Wade series of erotica may be found in The
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