Latin Submission

by Leo Barton

  'Let's remove these panties, Mr Rose.'

  I reluctantly withdrew my finger to enable this manoeuvre, and the flimsy garment was soon lying discarded on the plush carpet.

  'Right, Miss Torres, on the desk please,' David directed.

  Marta placed her naked buttocks on the polished wood of David's long and broad desk.

  'Remove your blouse please. Slowly...'

  Every little thing Marta did quite simply oozed sex, although she seemed oblivious to this fact. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. I watched her lip trembling as she stared at the two of us and took the clasp which lay in her deep cleavage between her manicured fingers.

  'The bra, no. Keep the bra on for the time being.'

  She seemed relieved to be able to retain at least some modesty, but the fragile garment which thrust her breasts together and upwards only enhanced the beautiful vision.

  'Now kneel, please.'

  Marta, looking a little bemused, again did as she was told and knelt up on the desk. Her skirt slithered back into position and swayed around her sculptured thighs as she leant forward on her elbows.

  'Could you move a little further over, please, Miss Torres?'

  She moved so her bottom perched out over the edge of the desk.

  'Now, while Mr Rose continues to examine your rather lovely culo, I must remind you of another talent you will require. That is, sucking a penis. Have you ever sucked a penis, Miss Torres?'

  She shook her head.

  'You may not be a virgin, but your sex-life has not been very experimental,' David said, admonishing the poor girl as he removed his shoes and socks and unbuckled his belt with clear intent.

  Again she shook her head, keeping her eyes on David as he pulled down his trousers and then his underpants, revealing his erect cock. Marta gasped at his naked tool, its huge head, its prodigious length. Climbing up on the desk in front of her, he angled his helmet towards her lips.

  'Open your mouth, please, Miss Torres.'

  His erection prodded her moist lips, and then they peeled apart and he slid inside. I saw him shudder a little with pleasure. 'That's very good, Miss Torres. Very good.'

  Marta's head began to bob gently on the stalk that filled her mouth, and I could hear her avid suckling.

  I pulled up her skirt to expose her firm, young buttocks, framed by her suspenders and quivering before my eyes. I parted her buttocks and gazed at the little entrance that nestled there. Her bottom clenched lightly as David pulled her further onto his cock.

  I pressed the tip of my finger against her anus again, feeling her body spasm a little as I did so. There was a little resistance, and then my straightened digit popped inside. I began to gently frig her bottom, watching the tremulous surge of her buttocks in response to each careful push and withdrawal.

  She was sucking David more and more ardently now. I could see the fringe of her copper hair swinging in unison with every jerk of his hand on the back of her head.

  With one finger frigging her bottom, I reached for her wet sex-lips. She moaned at my light touch and then moaned again as I found and teased her clitoris, matching the rhythm in her bottom.

  'Mr Rose, if you would be so kind as to administer to the girl,' David said, passing his belt over her bobbing head. Marta tried to strain to see what I was about to do, but David held her tight so she could not move.

  I lashed her unsuspecting buttocks with the belt. Marta recoiled as the leather stung her skin, and David's grip tightened in her hair. I struck again. She flinched and squealed around the column of flesh that stretched her mouth.

  Her bottom quickly glowed a delicate shade of red. I hit her again with the loose leather, and her legs slumped slightly with the full weight of the pain. I immediately repositioned them, so her bottom was held high and her pussy-lips were exposed for my delectation.

  'Delightful, Mr Rose,' David said after watching me whip her. I admired his confidence that she would not convulse too much and ruin him for life with her neat white teeth.

  My erection was bursting by now, grossly distorting the front of my trousers.

  'I'm going to come in your mouth now, Miss Torres,' David said, still bizarrely maintaining the air of an interviewer. Her face was clamped into his groin, his fingers were entwined in her hair, and he had the audacity to wink at me just before his expression contorted and his hips jerked and I heard the kneeling beauty swallowing frantically.

  'Now,' David eventually panted as he released Marta from his grip, 'Mr Rose will need to fuck you. We must assess your willingness to comply in every way. You do understand, my dear, don't you?'

  Marta looked up at him with doe eyes, then over her shoulder at me, and then nodded.

  I swiftly removed my pants, helped the lovely girl down from the desk, and bent her forward over its lustrously polished surface. Without pausing I positioned my cock between her parted thighs, and she braced herself on straightened arms as I entered her. Sheer lust instantly consumed the both of us, and Marta began grinding back against me as fervently as I was plunging into her. She really was a very horny young lady, and her performance was second to none.

  'Oh, very good, Miss Torres, very good,' David enthused. He unclasped her bra again and his eyes bulged as I released her hips and her large swinging breasts tumbled into my upturned palms. 'Very good indeed... You're just perfect; a natura...'

  Marta began to writhe so lewdly I was barely able to remain mounted. Even the sturdy desk began to creak.

  'Oh, si... si...' she moaned, her back arching and her hips tilting so my penetration forged even deeper. The timid beauty who had entered the office such a relatively short time before was transformed beyond belief. She really was too much.

  I was aware of David watching us closely as I pulled her back onto me, and I joyfully erupted in her pussy.

  'You are perfect, Miss Torres. Absolutely perfect,' David said as she relaxed and collapsed on the desk, my slowly wilting erection still buried inside her. 'You may use our facilities to freshen up.'

  Marta gathered her blouse and panties from the floor. As she drifted dreamily to the door he had indicated, her sexiness highlighted by her dishevelled clothing, we both watched the alluring sway of her hips. She stopped and turned before disappearing into the hospitality room. 'I very much thank you,' she said in a husky whisper that made my cock twitch afresh, her eyes twinkling mischievously. 'I very much hope I please you both.'

  When she slipped from view, David smiled and dressed.

  'Bloody hell, old chum,' I enthused. 'After that I think I could do with a little freshen up too!'

  'Of course.' He nodded towards the room where Marta had gone. 'Go ahead, and I'll pour us both a drink.' He grinned broadly. 'I think we deserve it.'

  In the hospitality room I found Marta, naked apart from her suspenders and stockings, bending her bottom towards a basin and soothing her tender buttocks with a dampened towel. She looked an absolute picture.

  The room was surprisingly capacious. There was the obligatory sofa, a large TV, a fridge, the wash-basin where Marta posed attending to her injuries, seemingly unaware of her immense sexual appeal, and next to her a glass shower cubicle. A panoramic window afforded a fantastic view over the river, which shimmered in the afternoon sun.

  Marta looked up and smiled at me as I closed the door.

  'Oh, Mr Rose, you give me best sex in my life. I never have such pain, such pleasure. You and Mr Hutton make me come. Never I come so well before.'

  I pulled Marta to me and kissed her gently, savouring the taste of her rich red lipstick. Her suspenders rasped seductively against my thighs. My cock lurched and prodded against her flat lower belly. She smiled seductively. Without bothering to remove her suspender belt or silk stockings, I guided her back into the shower and turned on the mixer.

  There was indeed a large drink aw
aiting my return.

  'You don't suffer from the old brewers droop, I hope.'

  'Never. Why?'

  'You'll see.'

  As we sipped on our whisky, David explained about the soundproofing, how the staff outside the office would know nothing about our fun with Marta.

  He also told me she had been accepted for the film and that, if she was willing enough, she could make a lot of money from the business. 'We treat our girls well. Any time they want, they can back out. For most of them, though, it's an education. I don't know one girl who's looked back. They all do well, make a lot of money, and go on to better things. I always do my research: social background, psychological questionnaires and the like. You know how good I am at talent-spotting.' David grinned and winked at me.

  'Come on, we have another interviewee arriving soon.'

  'What? But I'm knackered.'

  'Tough. This is what it's going to be like from now on. We'll get Marta back in here once we're sure of the new girl. We can check out the female female angle.'

  'No more,' I said, holding my hand up in mock surrender.

  'What are you, man or mouse?'

  I squeaked at him.

  'You'll cope,' he insisted. 'I'll give you five minutes before your old man's rock-hard again. Besides, I have a few ideas for how the girls can perform for us.'

  'Okay, okay,' I relented. 'Let's hear them. Oh, and one more thing. You have a deal.'

  'You'll come and work for me?'

  'I'd be an idiot not to.'

  'Good man. I knew you'd see sense.' He took my hand and shook it, smiling confidently, as though he had always been sure of my decision.

  That evening I walked through the cooling streets of Buenos Aires. David had offered me a lift back to the apartment in the limo, but I fancied a little time on my own.

  I thought of David, and suddenly realised that as much as I cared for the bloke, he would always be my enemy. The thought of working for him still bothered me. A future scenario appeared in my mind: David lambasting me for some error I had made. David, in short, lauding it over me, reclaiming that superiority which we both knew was his.

  But still I knew I would keep my word and take the job.

  I considered my enemy. The dawning truth was that I loved his wife. I would take the job for her; to be near her. Ultimately, unlike all the other women that we had enjoyed together, I did not want to share Andrea. A sad pang of melancholia cut through me at the thought of David returning to her, the epiphanic realisation that I wanted Andrea more than I had ever wanted anything in my life; more than success, more than Marie, more than my sexual liberty.

  I thought that when I had come to Buenos Aires, what I needed from life was sexual excitement with neither ties nor commitment. I had been wrong. What I needed was somebody like Andrea to share my life, and this desire overrode all others. With Andrea, I could have everything.

  A new story was beginning, a new story that was the oldest story in the world; the lamentable eternal triangle. I would have to fight with David for Andrea's love, that much was clear now.

  That much was perfectly clear.

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