The Maestro (14 page)

'I had an
idea. Sitting down on the table beside her, I rolled her body over
so that she lay supine. I didn't untie her hands that her back now
pressed against, and again she looked so marvellously vulnerable,
her plump breasts with their distended tips unprotected by her
hands. I could not resist tugging roughly at her breasts again,
extending the ruby nipples between finger and thumb and then
pinching hard, watching her mouth twitch in pain and her eyes
dilate in pleasure.

'This though
was not my idea. I held up her tethered ankles towards Sebastian.
He sensed what I wanted him to do without me having to say
anything. With the lightest of touches he stroked the instep of her
foot with his index finger, driving Suzanne into a fury. Her feet
struggled against her bonds, against the exquisite torture of his
tickling, her whole body spasming, fighting against the delicate
movement of his finger on her. The lashing we had given her, the
stretching of her flesh, nothing had been as agonising for her as
Sebastian's deft touch. And we would not stop. I watched her face
contort in her torment, her breasts heave, as I held onto her feet,
grasping her ankles hard so that she could not find any release. We
did not want to stop, so horny did it make us both watching the
girl writhe like that, the only response she could make to
Sebastian's expert tickling.

'Eventually it
was Sebastian, not me, who stopped. He undressed quickly, revealing
his erection. He wanted release. I let Suzanne's legs flop back
onto the table...'

'Pronto,' Suzanne shouted over from where she stood, her face
breaking out into a half-smile, her eyes brightening. Neither Linda
nor Alfonso had noticed that her husband had disappeared behind the
door marked '
privado
' at the far end of the bar, nor that the old men gathered
around the television set had all left. Alfonso nodded back to
her.

'What's all
that about?'

'I'll tell you
in a moment, but first I want to finish the story.'

'Please
do.'

'Suzanne gazed
at both our bodies as we undressed, seeing how big and strong our
erections were, her eyes shone brightly in anticipation and maybe
relief that we had stopped torturing her.

'Sebastian
lifted up her still bound legs and kneeled on the coffee table. The
pressure on her legs forced her back harder onto her hands and this
must have caused her some considerable discomfort. I obliged
Sebastian by taking possession of her calves and pressing her knees
against her chest. Now the whole view of her beautiful body was
displayed before Sebastian's eyes. He rubbed his cock up and down
her, against the pink folds of her quim, up to the hard pebble of
her clitoris and all the way down to her bumhole.

'The sight of
the girl before me, her mouth opening with the tantalising delight,
her tongue pressing against her upper lip was too much to resist.
While Sebastian slid slowly into her I found the moist plum of her
mouth. She took me in slowly. I could feel her tongue licking the
thick ridge of my cock as I angled it between her lips.

'Sebastian was
fucking her slowly, and as I held her legs he pressed her thighs
harder against her chest exposing her juicy quim even more. The
fact that we had kept her legs bound made her tighter and easier as
I could see her hips jerking to clench Sebastian in the grip of her
cunny muscles.

'It was so
fantastic, Linda. I can tell you. I grabbed her head and pulled her
mouth harder onto me, at the same time that I thrust inside her,
both my hands encircling her head so I could feel the friction of
her mouth all the more. Sebastian was fucking her hard now, I could
see him pistoning into her, his cock swallowed by the machine of
her tight quim.

'I thought
that we would all come like that. Already I could feel my orgasm
building inside me, and the way that Sebastian was pummelling into
her, as well as the orgiastic jerks of Suzanne's body told me I was
not the only one. However, suddenly I caught Sebastian's eyes and
he pulled out of her, and with a wink invited me to take over from
him. We swapped positions. Suzanne looked bemused, but being the
submissive girl that she is, gladly took Sebastian's swollen tool
inside her eager mouth.

'There she lay
stretched out before me, her beautiful quim, all moist with her
love juices, her wispy pubic hair matted with vintage wine from her
own cellar, her body open and willing before me, as she bobbed up
and down on Sebastian's oiled cock. I mercilessly plunged into the
moist flesh and pulled completely out of her but only to plunge in
again. But the little winking eye of the orifice below was just too
enticing, caught me in its cyclopic stare. I pushed against the
tight flesh and pushed hard, until I eventually gained entry inside
her like that. Her eyes closed tight against her pleasure.

'I took her
clit between my finger and thumb and pinched on it lightly as I
rode and rode her, splicing her with my manhood, as Sebastian
kneeled above her on the edge of the coffee table and directed his
throbbing meat deep inside her mouth.

'I could not
fight the temptation to come. I felt her bottom clutch against me
and I shot my seed into her, triggering off her own orgasm, her
mouth in turn gripping Sebastian as he came inside her. Her body
thrust upward with the pleasure we had brought her, and then
wrenched against her constraints.

'Afterwards we
freed her from the belts and she kissed and caressed us avidly,
telling us that she had never had a fuck like it before. Sebastian
suddenly realising the time made his excuses and went back to meet
you at the hotel.'

Linda realised
as she recalled his entrance that he had looked rather flushed, and
after the merest peck on the cheek had headed straight for the
shower, the site of many of their sexual encounters. She remembered
how, for a change, he had resisted her, saying that he was tired
after such a long shoot; and that they hadn't made love until much
later when they returned from the restaurant. She also recalled
that during the meal when she had returned from the bathroom she'd
seen the two men deep in what looked like a conspiratorial
conversation. She understood now what they had been talking
about.

'Why did you
tell me all this, Alfonso?'

'For two
reasons. One to show you that Sebastian might have erred but it was
under my strong persuasion. And as you can see for yourself the
woman certainly would tempt stronger men than us.'

'And two?'

'Maybe you
have noticed, but as the story continued I became a lot more
agitated, in fact I still am.'

'Yes, I saw
you looking towards the door as if you were waiting for somebody to
come in.'

'Yes, Suzanne
too.'

'Why?'

'In a couple
of minutes you will watch Paco walk out, and if there are no more
customers you will find that Suzanne will come over, close the door
and then we will disappear upstairs. On Sunday night Paco goes to
watch Barcelona play football, if they are playing at home that is,
leaving Suzanne alone.'

'But me too,
Alfonso?'

'I told her
last week that I was bringing you here, and she is very interested
to meet you. She's never had a sexual relationship with a woman, or
so she told me.'

'She certainly
seems to have come on a little from the shy, inexperienced
housewife.'

'We opened up
something of a pandora's box that afternoon.'

'And you come
to see her regularly?'

'It means that
every Sunday that I am in Barcelona I check to see if the football
team is at home, and if they are I know that Suzanne is waiting for
me.'

'So,' Linda
said looking a little amused, 'the story was a little bit of
foreplay.'

'Exactly. I
noticed how interested you were. How you kept on glancing at
Suzanne. She is beautiful. It made you wet, didn't it, the
story?'

'Yes.'

'You want to
see and touch and feel her body.'

'Yes, I do,
but I also feel a little deceived.'

'By what I
told you about Sebastian?'

'No, by you
Alfonso. I feel I've been set up, manipulated.'

'But I get the
impression, Linda, that you like to be a little manipulated,'
Alfonso said taking her hand in his own.

Paco, as
predicted, came lumbering out into the main bar in a capped
tee-shirt and wearing jeans. It was a pity that he was so
unimaginative with his wife, Linda thought, because there was
something quite alluring about him, if in a strange kind of way.
Possibly it was the meanness of his eyes, or the hard, callused
hands, the thick bull neck, the muscularity of his build, or maybe
it was just that in Linda's present state anybody or anything would
have aroused her. She was still glad when he disappeared out of the
door and no customers had entered.

As soon as he
was gone, Suzanne went over to where Alfonso and Linda sat, nodded
and smiled at the English woman and then told Alfonso to wait for
just a moment, in case Paco returned having forgotten
something.

The minute's
wait was unbearable. Linda felt the light touch of Suzanne's hand
on her shoulder, and she could see how Alfonso's hand had
recklessly crept up the stockinged leg, under the black crinoline
of her skirt. She could see the outline of his hand over her
bottom, see Alfonso slide his finger into her panties and press it
hard against her anus, Suzanne giving a slight start, but not
making any effort to stop him.

The minute
passed and Suzanne went to close the door.

'
Vamos
,'
Suzanne said with some urgency, as Alfonso led Linda through the
door at the back of the restaurant and then upstairs to Suzanne's
living room.

The room was
exactly as Alfonso had described it; in the centre was the long
glass-topped coffee table where Alfonso and Sebastian had had their
wicked way that afternoon, and above the television was the
three-dimensional photograph of El Papa.

Suzanne came a moment later. It gave an added
frisson
of pleasure to
Linda's anticipation, knowing that she was about to take the same
girl that her husband had, no matter how disappointed Alfonso's
story had made her with Sebastian's behaviour.

Suzanne led
them into her bedroom. It was clean and comfortable, but as
characterless as the living room they had just walked through. It
had plain white walls; a rustic, kitsch print above the headboarded
bed, pale blue blinds half closed against the window, a parquet
floor.

Just as Linda
felt that she had been set up by Alfonso before by being led to the
little cafe, she also felt conspired against now, as Alfonso,
smiling at her, lifted up her short, lilac sleeveless dress and
revealed her matching coloured panties. Suzanne knelt in front of
Linda, and just as Alfonso had done to her, moved her index finger
under the silk of her panties and traced the line between her bum
cleft before inserting the tip of her index finger into her bottom
hole.

Linda could
not believe that Suzanne had not had any sexual experience with a
woman before. She seemed to know exactly how to bring pleasure to a
woman, or Linda at least.

Linda felt the
finger jabbing repeatedly into her, as Alfonso stood behind her,
pressing against her side, his cock already stiff in his trousers.
He lifted the cotton straps of her dress over from her shoulders,
Linda obligingly poking her elbows through the gap to let the dress
flop down over her waist.

Alfonso began
french kissing her, greedily taking her breasts in his hands over
the silk of her bra, and then delving into the cups to feel the
tumescent tips.

She was
reminded of the recurring dream that she'd had about the two Greek
girls, which hadn't even occurred to her when Delgado had been
lashing her with his riding crop. Now it came startlingly back to
mind, that feeling of release, of letting go, or as Alfonso had
said, being manipulated.

She wanted to
be passive. She did not want to do anything but to let everything
be done to her, whatever admixture of pain and pleasure, she would
gladly submit to their wills.

It was as if
Alfonso sensed this, as with his arms already threaded through hers
and firmly squeezing her breasts he dragged her onto the white
sheet of the bed.

It was better
lying down. Not even to have to make any effort to stand, simply
watching Suzanne as she pulled her white blouse from the waistband
of her skirt and tantalisingly undid each button staring amorously
at Linda, her prey, until Linda could see the separating crease of
her lavish breasts.

Suzanne
removed her shoes and then Linda's shoes, Alfonso now toying with
the swollen tips of Linda's breasts, tickling the underside, his
fingers joining over the swollen tips, nipping at them, pinching
hard, or squeezing the creamy mounds with his strong hands, making
Linda gasp.

Suzanne
hitched up her skirt a little and straddled the supine English
girl, rubbing her white panties over Linda's flat stomach, her
breasts now unhooked from her bra flopping into Linda's face.

'
Chupame!
'
Linda understood that she was being ordered to suck on the
magnificent orbs of Suzanne's breasts. Just to make sure that she
understood, Suzanne took her head roughly just by the soft down on
the nape of her neck and pressed Linda's mouth hard onto the rosy
nipples. At the same time, she began to passionately kiss Alfonso
who was now kneeling behind the two excited women.

'
Duro, duro, mas
duro
,' the girl ordered Linda, and Linda
did as she had been instructed, sucking as hard as she could, as
Suzanne propelled her against her chest. Linda reached up her hands
and scrunched both breasts together so hard that Suzanne gave out a
little yelp. Then, holding out both nipples towards her, she took
one in at a time and began nibbling on them and then chewing on the
tawny flesh.