by Leo Barton
She eased her panties off, as Paco kneeled down on the floor, his mouth perfectly placed for the task she had in mind. She spread her legs wider for him, still kneeling on the coffee table before him and she imagined the sight he must have been enjoying. The beautiful creamy cheeks of her bottom, the little puckered hole of her anus and under, the swelling pink labial lips disappearing into the fringe of her wispy blond pubic hair.
With one hand on each of her bum cheeks he squeezed her apart and pushed his mouth between, tasting her plentiful love juices, flicking his tongue in and out of her, as Linda gyrated her hips so that her sex could press harder against the length of Paco's tongue.
Maybe she only had five minutes left. It was a shame because she could have knelt like that for a long time, feeling the tongue flick in and out of her, his hands tensing the flesh of her buttocks, Paco sucking on her as if on an enormous pink mussel.
Now was the time to lead him into the bedroom. She gently pushed his face away from her and climbed off the glass of the coffee table, pulled him up with her hand and led him into the bedroom.
She slowly stripped out of her dress, tantalisingly, pulling down the straps and then unzipping it from the side, slipping out so Paco was left a view of her triangle of pubic hair, two slender legs sheathed in white, sheer silk, and above the lace of her white matching bra.
She freed one breast from its lace cup and tweaked on it hard, stretching her nipple until it caused her pain. She did the same with her other breast before unhooking the bra altogether and throwing it on the floor.
She had forgotten the belt. The belt was essential. Touching her bottom lip she made a calming gesture with her forefinger, before slipping back to the living room and reclaiming his belt. She levered the belt around the bottom of the headboard and asked Paco to do the same with the other hand, before spanking herself quite hard, giving Paco another demonstration of what she wanted him to do.
It didn't take him long to get the knack of discipline. He splayed his fingers over her pubic hair with one hand, pressing hard against her, and then with the other he gave her a hard smack. Paco was a natural. As his fingers sneaked back into the moist folds of her velvet sex, he smacked her hard again, and again, until Linda was squirming with delight. This was not for the benefit of Paco at all, but as a consequence of the immense pleasure he was bringing to her, each slap a little harder than the last until she could feel her bottom tingle red under Paco's spanking.
It was precisely then that Suzanne walked in. She could not see Linda's face at first, and her mouth fell open in disbelief as she watched Paco administer such discipline. Paco wasn't sure how long she had been standing there, but she had obviously seen how hard Paco had been spanking the blond girl.
When Paco saw his wife he nearly jumped off the bed, letting Linda's body flop onto the white sheet.
'Yo puedo explicar,' he foolishly said. There was no way he could explain what he was doing was anything other than spanking another woman.
'Paco,' his wife said, 'como?'
It was then, and it had taken quite a long time, that Linda turned around and Suzanne recognised her. It didn't take Suzanne long to realise that she had been set up, the little note written in rather ungrammatical Spanish that had been handed to her at the institute where she studied telling her that she must return home immediately.
For the briefest of moments a smile flashed across her face, too rapid probably for Paco to understand, as he untethered the strange blond woman who had come into his bar and offered herself to him. He should have realised that the whole thing was just too good to be true.
Paco looked completely useless, standing there waiting for his wife to explode, as Linda now freed form her bonds, sat on the edge of the bed gazing into Suzanne's soulful eyes. Paco was even more mystified when Linda placed a hand on Suzanne's stockinged leg and slowly and steadily began to move it upwards, until it disappeared under the scarlet skirt. Her hand brushed against the lace of her scarlet panties, before her fingers delved inside to trail along the moist ridges of her outer lips, tickling her, then sliding down inside until she could feel along the ridges of the wall of her quim.
Suzanne knew that Linda had something like this planned, and she was not surprised to see her hand sliding up her thigh, but as Linda's finger slipped inside her she was unable to prevent a little yelp escaping from her mouth.
Paco couldn't believe it. Linda's head had now disappeared up his wife's skirt. Linda had pulled her panties aside and while still keeping her finger inside Suzanne was licking the little hillock of her clitoris in broad sweeping strokes of her tongue. Suzanne was raising her head to the ceiling and rearing back with each upward stroke of Linda's hot tongue.
He stood uselessly by the side of the bed as Linda gently pushed Suzanne onto it and kneeled between her legs, having raised the skirt above her waist, the gusset of Suzanne's panties pulled clear of her sex. Linda continued licking the moist, tumescent lips on either side of her prodding finger.
Paco's cock involuntarily began to rise, more so when Linda cast a sexy glance at him. Her fingers were clawing at the tender inner flesh of Suzanne's thighs, stretching the skin, the nails slightly digging into the flesh, intensifying the pleasure of Paco's wife.
Paco had never seen her so carnal before, so obviously enjoying the expert touch of another woman. She never looked like that during their sporadic and all too rapid bouts of lovemaking.
He could resist no more. He reached his hand over and placed it on Suzanne's lovely breasts.
'No, get off me,' she screamed at him, momentarily coming out of her sexual reverie to admonish her husband. Linda wanted to laugh. So this was to be his punishment. He could look but he could not touch. His enormous erection was to stay untouched by the two women. And even by himself so it would seem, as he placed his hand of the broad ridge of his helmet, Suzanne screaming reproachful obscenities, Linda assuming hitting him where it hurt most, in his machismo.
By this stage Linda had removed Suzanne's panties and pushed down on Suzanne's legs, so that they pressed into her chest, flattening her breasts. All of Suzanne was now lasciviously exposed, from the clitoral bulge down to the swollen lips, the taut flesh of her perineum and the little wrinkled skin around her anus. Linda, knowing how it would torment Paco, and further arouse her to think of him there so tortured, flattened her tongue all along Suzanne's exposed sex in one bold, expansive sweep. She repeated the action again, this time accompanied by a long, low pitched moan of appreciation from Suzanne.
Paco knew that he may not touch his wife, but he hadn't been forbidden to look. He kneeled on the bed next to his wife as Linda spread her tongue one more time over his wife. He then had the bright idea that even if his wife was off bounds she had said nothing about Linda, but the moment that he touched her ash-blond hair his wife, who had seemed oblivious, barked at him again to desist.
It was however a sweet kind of agony for the dumbfounded Paco. Linda had now swivelled her hips at the instigation of Suzanne over her head, and while Linda attended to the beautiful engorged clit below her, taking it lightly between her teeth and nibbling gently, Suzanne levered her head upwards to sink her mouth between Linda's legs. A devilish touch for the untouched Paco was seeing his wife slide her moistened finger into Linda's anus as she tongue fucked the English girl.
Suzanne was coming. She could not concentrate on returning the pleasure she was receiving as her consciousness subsided under the weight of her orgasm. Linda rode her spasming body as if she was trying to tame some wild animal, as her lips jerked violently upward in orgasmic satiation, all the time maintaining the pressure of her tongue on the palpitating spot. Suzanne let out an almighty shriek of pleasure increasing to a high, almost glass-shattering pitch before diminishing to a heavy breathy moan.
She yanked Linda up by her hair and pulled her mouth onto her own, kissed her passionately, tasting Linda's saliva mixed with her own love juice. Paco's mouth gaped open in his erotic despair. After th
e kiss was over he looked pleadingly with his hound dog eyes in the direction of his wife.
She sighed, then snorted derisorily. 'Okay big man,' she said equally as scornfully in Spanish, 'now you can fuck the blond bitch.'
Linda was delighted. It would have been such a pity never to be fucked at least one time in her life by the bull-necked Paco.
'Let's do her from behind.' There was a lusty enthusiasm in Suzanne's voice that Linda thought Paco must never have heard before. He was seeing his wife in a totally new light, a light that offered all sorts of imaginative possibilities that he had been too witless or lazy to consider.
Linda buried her head in the fluffed up pillow of the bed and grabbed hold of the edge of the mattress. Linda crouched down behind her, and taking Paco's cock licked its length, then nibbled on the thick dome before inserting it into Linda's moist quim.
'Now slowly and don't you dare come too soon,' she warned her husband.
His cock was long and thick, so thick that she felt her pussy walls bulge as he butted into her. He grabbed hold of her by the hips and impaled her on him. Without moving his cock he pushed her a little off him and then slammed her back onto him, his cock reaching even further inside her. She liked the way he fucked her, manipulating her hips, pinching the skin, while Suzanne took the bud of her clitoris between her fingers and nipped on it, surprising her with a sharp jolt of pain amongst the pleasure of being rammed onto Paco's hard stiff meat.
His rhythm increased slowly. From what Suzanne had said she was so frightened that Paco would come and the rough pleasure he was bringing to her would be as swiftly taken away. Her fears were confirmed when she felt the muscles in his thighs stiffen as he rammed her extra hard. But Suzanne saved the day, nipping the base of his shaft and then withdrawing the cock altogether, letting the crisis pass before inserting the cock once more inside her.
'Slowly,' she advised him again.
This time he heeded her and slamming Linda down as ferociously, probably more ferociously than before, allowed more time between strokes. This was fantastic; a long, slow almost languorous fuck, with the added bonus of having Suzanne's deft fingers squeezing her clit, knowing exactly when to add pressure and when to release her grip.
Paco rode her with seeming calm assurance, as if every night of the week he was called to sexually administer to a beautiful blond English girl while his wife crouched down and nipped her clitoris.
But the pressure was building up inside him again, but this time Linda didn't mind so much because she knew she was on the outer limits of her own climax. She knew that as soon as he ejaculated inside her it would consequence her own orgasm.
But Suzanne did not seem happy with the prospect and pulled Paco out again.
'How about there? I would like to see that. Why don't you put your cock into her here,' Suzanne said, now suggesting more than telling. 'Don't worry about her. She looks like a girl who would like to have a cock in her ass,' she said in Spanish.
The mere prospect ascended Linda to a higher plane, as she felt the slicked dome of Paco's cock pressing against the knotty surrounding flesh, moistening the whole cleft of her bottom in his attempt to gain entry. Then she felt the tip of his phallus expanding the outer flesh to what seemed impossible lengths, and slowly sliding down her, making her gasp in amazed pleasure as Paco pushed further and further into her, while Suzanne crept between her legs and began to suck rapidly on her clitoris.
Paco seemed to have his whole length inside her. Linda could not believe how his could go any further but it did, edging inside her until it was almost unbearable. Then as he had done before, he began to move her on and off him, manipulating her with his hands, but this time it was even better, even tighter as she felt the pressure of him inside her. Now Paco was coming. She clenched her muscles over him. As he rammed into her he squeezed hard on her hips. She felt his burning seed shoot up her, searing the clenched inner muscles of her. She threw up her head in orgasm, the waves and waves of pleasure that had been accumulating with each stroke exploding into one of the most overwhelming orgasms she had ever had.
Afterwards, as Paco exhausted from his exertions dozed on the bed, Suzanne escorted Linda to the bathroom where she took a quick shower. When she was finished, Suzanne helped dry her body.
'I don't know if it will work,' Suzanne said smiling, 'but thank you for trying. He has seen me differently. He knows I am not the woman he thought I was. Now it's up to him. But if he doesn't change, I don't think I can stay. My life is not for wasting.'
At the door as they said goodbye, Suzanne turned and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
'I'm going to wake him up and see if he has any more lead in his gun,' she said, laughing as she closed the door.
Linda laughed, then walked out into the humid night air, feeling alive and human again after all those weeks of isolation, wondering what tomorrow would have in store. It would be Alfonso first, then maybe Delgado. Alfonso could give her the potential monetary value of the paintings, but she felt that it was only Delgado who could tell her their artistic worth.
Chapter 11
'They're great, absolutely. There is nobody doing this kind of thing,' Alfonso exclaimed when they met in La Cafe de L'Opera. He'd told her that he'd looked at every single one and that he had done nothing else that morning.
'That's reassuring.' She was slightly wary of Alfonso's artistic judgement. It wasn't so much that she didn't value his artistic opinion, but that she knew he was an inveterate flatterer and flirt with women. She could not be totally certain of him, because she could not envisage, unlike Delgado, Alfonso pronouncing her work to be rubbish. That little statement for example about nobody doing anything like her, could there be a tinge of the euphemistic about it?
'How much?'
'Individually or collectively?'
'The whole lot.' It was not that she was so concerned about how much money she could get for her work, it was more that it might draw some honesty from Alfonso. Flatterer though he was, he was an art dealer and art dealers did not talk rashly about money.
'Well that really is hard...'
'Don't prevaricate, Alfonso.'
'I'm not prevaricating. The problem lies partly in their originality. You know all that thing about Van Gogh only selling one painting when he was alive. Well it's just as true today that sometimes it takes people a long time to catch up with the artist.'
'You mean I have to wait until I'm dead.' She slurped on her wine, and peered into Alfonso's eyes seeing if she could detect what he really thought.
'Well I hope not. But as I said the art world has always been conservative, but it is probably even more conservative now. You've seen the swimming pools and the expensive life styles, mine included to know that art is big business, and once things turn so horrifically commercial then people get very cold feet about taking risks with new artists.'
'Is this a way of telling me that it's all been pointless.'
'Linda, don't be so defeatist. I like them. I think they can sell. And I, being an artist, am prepared to put my money where my mouth is.'
'What do you mean?'
'I mean I think that they are absolutely fabulous and I am prepared to risk a lot of money on them, even before you have an exhibition. After the exhibition we should have a better idea of their value, but I'll buy them all off you now if you want.'
She didn't particularly like the idea of giving over all her work so quickly, though a couple of months ago to be sitting with Alfonso talking money would have been a dream.
'I'm not so sure.' The other thing was that as she didn't trust Alfonso's objective opinion, nor did she trust him as a businessman. She had heard him boast in London about the great deals he had made, and she had surmised that these were often at the expense of the poor artist.
'Listen, I want to get involved. I really do value your work both as an artist and an art dealer. You know that these are two separate things,' he smiled at her, 'I'll give you a choice if you like. Either I'll
buy everything of you and give you a damn good price for them considered that nobody has seen them yet, or I'll be your agent. You know I have some great contacts.'
'I know, Alfonso, but I just wouldn't like to make any decisions at the moment. I want to get more than one opinion. I've got a meeting with Delgado this evening. You don't mind if I take him around to see them.'
'Yes I do.'
'Why?' Linda was angry. Even if Alfonso was storing the paintings for her, he didn't really have ownership of them, or have the right to stop her from showing them to anyone she wanted to.
'Because I don't trust him. There are things I know connected with my trip to Zurich and New York that I can't tell you about. I can't stop you showing them to him, I know, but you asked me if I minded and I do. I worry for you, worry that he'll destroy you as an artist, maybe as a woman.'
'What is it you know about Delgado?'
'Look, Delgado is a powerful man. I'm not just talking about his personality, we all know about that. I mean he's a powerful man in the art world. He has contacts, many more than I have. At least three galleries in Barcelona are run by him, although his name does not appear anywhere. He can break you.'
'I know about the galleries. That doesn't mean that I don't value his opinion. He's a great teacher, you said so yourself.'
'He is a good teacher, and I certainly believed in him, but what I've learnt in the last couple of weeks...'
'And what have you learnt?'
'I've learnt that he's dangerous, especially to someone like you, and that he's not to be trusted by anyone.'
'Couldn't you be more specific?'
'Linda, there is nothing I would like more, but I really can't, I gave my word, and I keep my word.'
'If that is the way you feel about it then Alfonso, I think that you can forget any business relationship between us or any kind of relationship at all,' she said standing up, turning her back on Alfonso and walking stridently out of the cafe.
