The Maestro Page 10

  'We set up an interesting rhythm, as my grip on the beautiful rose-tipped breasts slackened, Sebastian's would tighten and vice versa. Suzanne loved it, her beautiful mouth opening, her eyes looking ceiling-ward. "Si, si, si," she began to moan with each firm pinch.'

  As Alfonso had been telling his tale, Suzanne had replaced her husband behind the bar and, with dilatory movements of her hands, wiped a few glasses dry with a cloth. Linda could see the enticing, broad expanse of her chest, and she imagined how pleasurable it would be to take her teats between her own finger and thumb and squeeze them hard.

  Alfonso continued. 'Our hands reached lower down her body, down to her nylon leg and then crept up to the patterned tops of her stockings. "I love stockings," Sebastian said. "I hate them," replied Suzanne in a husky whisper, "but my useless bastard of a husband... ah" I stopped her talking. I didn't want to hear her. My hand found her beautiful, juicy quim.

  '"Stand up, Suzanne!" I ordered. When she had raised herself to a standing position, Sebastian pulled up her dress and gazed at her skimpy panties barely covering her little bottom. I pulled up her skirt from the other side and gazed at her moist panties. I slid my hand under them and slowly inserted my forefinger inside her, while Sebastian located her bumhole and slid in his finger. I could feel the pressure of his finger against mine on the other side of the intimate fleshy wall between. Suzanne was gasping now. No man had ever been there before, let alone two men.

  'We began to frig her with our fingers, Suzanne trying to stifle her squeals of delight in case the neighbours heard.

  'I suggested in English to Sebastian that we take off our belts and give her a good thrashing. I think that the idea excited him.

  'I took off my belt first and as Sebastian struggled with the buckle of his belt, I tugged down Suzanne's panties, slipped off her skirt and removed her bra. By the time that Sebastian was ready, Suzanne stood before us wearing only her stocking and her garter belt. She looked at both of us curiously, so innocent that she did not yet realise why we were completely removing our belt from the loopholes of our trousers, perhaps thinking that it was some quaint English custom I had learned from Sebastian.

  'I could not resist any longer. As Sebastian eventually pulled his belt loose, I lashed Suzanne with my belt.

  'At first, Suzanne was not sure whether she liked what I had done or not. I lashed her again, thinking that before she brought my pleasure to a halt I would have as much fun as I could, but with the second lash I could see her eyes dilating and her teeth biting down hard on her beautiful bottom lip. I know about these things, Linda. I have had enough experience. This was not a woman in pain; this was a woman relishing her pain.

  'I commanded that she stand up straight and began to lash her with the buckle end of my belt, not across her round bottom, that pleasure I left to Sebastian, but across the more tender flesh of her breasts aiming for the puckered, rubbery tip of her nipples.

  'She took all the punishment that we gave her, the tanned skin of her rump blushing red, her large ruby, pointy nipples swelling under the lash of the belt. I moved my belt down and caught her midriff. Sebastian lashed her on the back of her thighs. She tried to lessen each blow with her outstretched hands, but she knew it was futile. It became a game that we couldn't lose. It wasn't difficult to see where she would place her hand, so it was easy for us to aim our belts higher or lower, or if we so chose, to catch her hand, make her jerk it back with the sudden pain and then land the belt across her unprotected flesh.

  'She could have complained, Linda. If she had raised her voice then we would have automatically stopped, but she didn't.

  'There is something delicious about hitting a Spanish woman, Sebastian said to me later. I'd never thought about it until then but he was right. English women say 'ow' or 'ouch' or moan and sigh, but Spanish women make a special noise, a two-syllable noise, an 'aye-yah' that is very arousing. And I could see then how turned on Sebastian was by the sight of Suzanne's smarting bottom, his eyes widening with every stroke of the belt, his mouth opening in the pleasure of giving hard punishment. You look shocked, Linda.'

  Linda was shocked and upset, because Sebastian had never given her such treatment, and she recalled how sometimes she had wanted him to go further, hit her harder, find a cane or a belt and lash her with it. Maybe it seemed a perverse kind of betrayal, but it seemed a betrayal nonetheless.

  'From what you were saying Sebastian had done this before?'

  'Not with you it would seem, Linda, but yes, I think many times. It was his speciality, his taste.'

  She had always thought that Sebastian had known how much punishment women liked to take. How could he have been so wrong about her? It led her to the conclusion that there must be so much he didn't know about her. Maybe he had imagined a completely different woman to the one he had married.

  'Please Alfonso, finish your story,' Linda said, meeting the eyes of Suzanne who was still standing over the bar, a knowing smile on the waitress's lips as if she knew exactly what it was they were discussing. Linda averted her gaze, passing her eyes over the white blouse, imagining the breasts unfettered being lashed by Alfonso's belt.

  'I brought the beatings to a halt, grabbed Suzanne by the hips and pressed her body against the glass-topped coffee table. Sebastian lifted up her legs then fastened them with his belt so that she could not move. Seeing what Sebastian had done I pulled her arms behind her back and tied her hands together.

  'Oh, Linda it was such a beautiful sight to see the young woman, that beautiful woman standing watching us over there; her breasts flattened on the cool of the glass, her hands and feet bound by our leather belts, her curvaceous bottom plumped up before us, red and hot and raw with pain. She was completely immobile, completely in our power.

  'I rolled my hand over the heat of her buttocks and pulled the cheeks apart stretching the skin tight. She had a fantastic little anus, very small, very tight.

  'Sebastian had removed the glass and the bottle of wine that we had been drinking onto the floor when he had seen me push her down against the glass. As I peered into that delightful little aperture that I suspect no man had ever viewed so closely before, Sebastian picked up the half-full bottle of wine and poured a little onto where my fingers had pulled her apart. Some of the wine fell over my outstretched hand, some fell directly into her hole, making it glisten under the light. Another delightful sight: her tiny stretched temple filling with Rioja, the air heavy with its woody aroma. He poured more wine onto her buttocks, the wine trickling down the side of her bottom, settling in tiny pools on the glass table.

  'Later when I talked to Suzanne about it she said how marvellous the experience was, to feel so exposed, so vulnerable, to feel the touch of the wine and the tickling sensation on her bumhole.

  'I could not resist the temptation to spread my tongue all over where the wine had alighted, the taste of the wine mingling with the heady, musky aroma of Suzanne. Taking the bottle in my hand and reaching down to the tumescent lips of her sex and spreading the liquid all over her eager quim. Then, watching her head nodding her approval, I rubbed her little engorged hillock of love with my fingers; all the time Sebastian, licking her salty, wine-covered flesh with his tongue, from the small of her back up her spine sending delectable shudders of pleasure through her entire body.

  'I wanted to prolong the scene for as long as I could. I wanted to take my pleasure with her conventionally and unconventionally, and I could see by the jerking movements of her body and the viscous moistness of her that encircled my fingers that Suzanne would soon come. Maybe she understood this too: a passive look of resignation crossed her face, as Sebastian and I stopped pleasuring her.

  '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, exten
ding 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.

  Chapter 8

  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 ha
d 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.