Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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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.

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