Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2012 09:03:45 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Lady Bentley. Part Nine.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

    Part Nine

     May came and I felt quite tired at having so much happen and now gave
thought to the keys I still had in my purse to the villa in Spain. But I
didn't want to go alone and no way was I going to ask Trevor and Rollo. So
I asked Violet if she wanted a fortnight's holiday with me. She was
thrilled at being asked and readily agreed and took no nonsense from
Samantha when she demanded that she had the time off at the same time as
me.

     So I booked a flight for the two of us in business class for the last
week of May and I told her of the villa and that we wouldn't need many
clothes only something to wear if we went out into the village to eat.

     We were both excited when the day arrived and I had a taxi pick her up
and then me and off we went to Gatwick Airport for the flight to San Javier
in Spain. It was a good flight of two and a half hours and you could feel
the difference in temperature as soon as we landed. The sun was shining and
it was lovely, not too hot and just right for sunbathing. We took a taxi
though it was rather expensive, but I'd brought enough money so I didn't
care, to La Azohia and could only give the driver directions when we got to
the small town.

     When I was sure we were at the right place, I paid off the driver and
we took our bags inside and Violet was highly delighted at the spaciousness
and even more so when she saw the size of the pool with its sparking
water. I went and dumped my case in the same room that I'd slept in with
Malcolm and told Violet to pick whichever she wanted. I liked my room
because it opened out onto the patio by the pool but there again, so did
the one that Violet chose.

     By this time, it was early evening and I said that I didn't feel like
cooking even though I'd checked the fridge and found it full, that we
should walk into town and have a snack or something in one of the bars.

     So we just freshened ourselves up and walked the five minutes that it
took to go into the small one street town and went into a bar. It wasn't
that big having about twenty tables and only about thirty people inside and
we stood at the bar and were quickly served by a very good looking man,
bronzed and about my own age. I ordered two beers to start with as we were
thirsty and apologised for only having a fifty Euro note for that was the
lowest note that I had. I'd changed my money in England into Euros and
finished up with over a thousand. No problem the man had said as he gave me
the change.

    We sat down at a table and drank half of our beer straight away and
discussed the various platters that they had under glass of the tapas that
were on display. Tapas being a variety of dishes that ranged from meat
through fish to vegetarian and a small plateful I found, only cost one Euro
each and that included hunks of fresh bread cut off of small long rolls
like French sticks.

     We finished our beers and went up to the bar again for gin and tonics
this time and selected three plates of tapas, one each and the other to
share. These plates we soon emptied and it was filling enough and as good
as proper dinner. I got a lovely smile from the young man behind the bar as
I ordered another round and I'm sure he was going to speak to me but he got
distracted by another customer.

     `Gorgeous isn't he,' Violet whispered to me. `I certainly wouldn't
kick him out of my bed.' I had to admit that I wouldn't have either. Full
with the tapas and drink, we now both felt tired and I called out goodnight
to him behind the bar and got a smile and a wave back as we left the bar
and went back up the short hill to the villa.

     I found the drinks cabinet in the lounge full and so I mixed us both a
nightcap and we said goodnight to each other, taking our drinks into our
respective bedrooms, unpacking to be done in the morning I said to myself
as I got undressed and got into bed.

     I was suddenly woken up by the sheet that was covering me being pulled
off and a body thumping down on the side and the legs being swung into the
bed until they touched me.

     `What the hell...!' exclaimed a man's voice and suddenly the bedside
light was switched on and there was that barman sitting up and looking down
at me.

     `What the hell are you doing in my bed?' he said and I could see his
eyes moving up and down at the naked top half of my body.

     `What do you mean by your bed?' I demanded, scrabbling with my hand to
get the sheet back up to cover me, which I couldn't for he was half sitting
on it.

     `Exactly what I said. I live here and this is my bed,' he said again
and I could see that he was now smiling and I knew it was because of what
he could see, and that was my breasts heaving with indignation.

     `You're the man from the bar,' I said now recognising him without his
clothes on.

     `Yes,' he said and began pulling at the sheet himself, having to move
himself to do so for I could quite clearly see that he was getting an
erection and I knew why. He pulled it up over his lap and it allowed me to
at least cover the nipples of my breasts at his moving. `Now what are you
doing in my bed?'

     `Oh God,' I said in almost a whisper. `Don't say I'm in the wrong
villa. Are all the villas alike along here?'

     `Not that I know of,' he replied.

     `Do you know which one belongs to Sir Malcolm Falconer?' I asked.

     `Yes. This one.'

     `Then I'm in the right place,' I said quite indignantly. `Now get out
of my bed.'

     `No. It's my bed. I live here,' he said almost as indignantly.

     `You mean Sir Malcolm fucks you?' I asked incredulously.

     `No!' he cried, `and I don't fuck him either.'

     `Then get out of this bed because he fucks me!'

     `Oh, I see,' he said giving a little laugh. `You're the bit of stuff
he came over with last year while I was in England.'

      `I'm not a bit of stuff as you call it, I'm...I'm, not that sort,' I
finished lamely. `You must be his caretaker and pool man then.

  Why were you working in the bar?'

     `It pays for my food and I can't clean a pool in the dark. It also
pays for the drinks in the lounge,' he said, eyeing my glass by my side of
the bed.

     `I'm sorry but I'm a guest in this house.'

     `Villa,' he corrected me.

     `Villa, house, bungalow or shack, it's all the same to me. Get out of
my bed!'

     `No,' he said, plonking himself down now alongside me. `I'm not
getting out.'

     `Neither am I,' I retorted, settling myself down too.

     `Well goodnight then,' he snorted and turned out the light. I could
see from where I was lying that the pool lights were on and it gave the
room quite enough to see by.

     `Do you always leave the pool lights on?' I asked.

     `Yes,' he replied. `I like to see them on and it tells other people
that the place is occupied so that I don't get intruders coming in thinking
the place is empty.' I got the message from that short speech and gave him
a snort myself.

     We lay there together in the bed in the dim light for at least fifteen
minutes without speaking, our bodies not quite touching but I could feel
his body heat though.

     `What's your name?' I eventually asked softly, breaking the silence
knowing that he was still awake and remembering that he'd had an erection
at seeing my tits.

     `Royce. Alexander Royce,' he replied and I gave out a groan.

     `You're sure that your first name isn't Rolls?' I asked.

     `That was my nickname in school yes, why?' I gave out another groan.

     `A Bentley in bed with a Rolls Royce!'

     `What!' he exclaimed in a puzzled tone of voice.

     `My name is Magenta Bentley and I said that I'm a Bentley in bed with
a Rolls Royce.'

     `Oh, that's good. That's rich,' he said as he began to laugh and shake
the bed and he leaned up on his side and I could see his eyes shining and
the smile on his face as he looked down at me.

     `Then you should be aware then that you can always get a smooth ride
with a Rolls Royce,' he said softly and I could feel his erection now
touching my side and I'm sure he had moved deliberately so that I could
feel it.

     `That's corny. Do you get many falling for that line?' I asked feeling
my nipples suddenly start to stiffen up and begin to ache as well as
getting that warm glow in my belly.

     `I've not really had much of a problem with it so far,' he
said. `Though I must say that I do admire the headlights of the Bentley
I've seen.'

     `Oh God, that's an even worse line,' I said with a smile and knew now
that I wanted him.

     `How about this then when I say that I've never ridden in a Bentley
before and would like to compare the difference.'

     `That sounds better,' I said.

     `How about when a Bentley and a Rolls Royce are in bed together,
shouldn't they merge and become one company?'

     `That is even better,' I said as I reached down and took hold of his
erection and gave it a gentle squeeze. `As a Director of Bentley's, I would
like that merger to happen very soon.' His smile got wider and he leaned
down and kissed me and I let go of him and put my arms up round his neck
and half pulled him on top of me. `Don't break the headlights when you
crash,' I breathed as he moved over properly on top of me and we merged and
became company.

     The man Violet had wanted in the bar was now in with me and it was
lovely to have this young stud sliding his length into me and he was
big. Big enough for me and I sucked him in and had him play havoc with not
only my insides but with my emotions.

     He moved smoothly in and out of me like a well oiled piston, me
providing the lubrication for my juices were now really flowing as the heat
built up inside me and as I came close to my climax, I held him tight and
urged to have him come at the same time and with some very powerful strokes
he came surging into me and I loved feeling his cock swell that much bigger
as it pumped out his semen into me.

     `I've run out of fuel,' he breathed out as he came to a stop, still
keeping himself inside me and giving his cock a few twitches. I responded
by given him a couple of good squeezes with my vaginal muscles.

     `That's another old line,' I panted, feeling the sweat trickle down
between my breasts, the nipples just being grazed by his chest. `Maybe the
drive shaft's broken?'

     `No, but it is a little bent,' he replied with a laugh.

     `Then I'd better inspect it to see if I can repair the damage. The
Bentley has just had a service so the engine of the Rolls Royce had better
be overhauled. But I can't do it in the dark so we'd better have it out in
the open for me to see to it.' He grinned and slowly pulled himself out of
me, feeling every inch of his withdrawal and giving out a little cry when
it finally emerged leaving me feel empty.

     He rolled over onto his back as I got up onto my knees to inspect the
damage.

     `It's almost dying,' I said. `It needs resuscitation,' and bent down
and took him into my mouth and felt him stiffen as my mouth closed over
him. It was a lovely prick to suck on and I even massaged his balls into
the bargain he'd been such a good fuck. I went so far as to nibble and rake
his shaft with my teeth and after I licked him clean, slid up the bed and
into his arms.

     `As a specialist in this kind of engine repair, I've done what I can
for the moment but recommend that it be given a short rest.'

     `How long would you say?'

     `Well judging by the cubic capacity I would say two hours but
considering the age of the engine, it not being very old, I would say about
an hour, maybe a bit less.'

     `What do we do in the meantime?' he asked, the smile still on his
face.

     `You can always inspect the Bentley's headlamps to see if any damage
was sustained in the encounter.'

     `Gladly,' he said and moved down a little and over me and began to
check out my headlights with his mouth, tongue, teeth and hands, much to my
pleasure.

     Inside the predicted hour he was up and ready again and this time I
went on my knees to be serviced from behind as he fucked me said that he
found that he very much liked riding in a Bentley. It was a lovely night of
fucking we had and finally fell asleep exhausted.

     `Bloody Nora!' were the words spoken by Violet in the doorway of my
room as she woke me up. `How the hell did you get him into your bed so
quick? I just don't believe it!' I had come wide awake in an instant and
felt like shouting for joy at the night I'd just had. I jumped out of bed
leaving the bleary eyed Alex there as I hustled Violet out through the
patio doors and dragged her to the side of the pool.

     `Noooo,' she cried as I tumbled the pair of us into the cold water
which shook me up I can tell you for it was colder than I thought it would
be. `You beast!' she shouted at me as we surfaced. `This is bloody cold!'

     `Serves you right for bursting into my room like that,' I said as I
swam to the side and climbed out, shivering. I put down my hand and helped
her out.

     `How was I to know you had him in your bed?' she said shivering, even
though she was still wearing her dressing gown.

     `Come on, I'm cold too. Let's go to your room and get dried off.' We
hurried away to her room and there used the towels to dry ourselves. Violet
had seen me naked several times now and this was the first time I had seen
her in the buff. Not a bad figure at all, I thought and tried to picture
her against that of Dorothy Whiteman, the lesbian I'd had a couple of
sessions with. But then mentally slapped myself about thinking of lesbian
acts when I had a bloody good looking fucker in my room at that very
moment.

     I had her really laughing by the time I'd finished telling her about
what had happened that night. We then put on clean robes and went back to
my room to find it empty. We went on into the lounge without finding Alex
but found him in the kitchen. The first sight of him made my legs tremble
and I felt my nipples harden up again and got that same glow in my stomach.

     He had his back to us but he was completely naked and what was more,
he was a golden brown colour all over. His shoulders were broad and went
down to a slim waist, firm buttocks and he had sturdy thighs which denoted
a swimmer and he had a decent haircut and not have a pony tail thing
hanging down his back.

     `My God! An Adonis,' Violet breathed out in awe at this back view of
him.

     `Hello,' he said turning round, a frying pan still in his hand and we
both saw exactly what he had between his legs and it looked impressive even
in this comatose state.

    `Oh!' Violet gasped again, her hand going up to her mouth. He looked at
her and saw where her eyes were directed but it didn't seem to faze him.

     `Sorry. I didn't think of dressing. I never wear clothes while I'm in
the villa,' he said. `You must be Venus,' he said to Violet. `I've already
met Aphrodite. Eggs, Bacon?' I stifled the laugh at the sight of Violet's
face and at the way Alex had handled his nudity. He'd turned back to the
hob with his pan. `Sunny side up or turned over easy. Which way do you like
it?' I couldn't help but burst out laughing at this and to give Violet a
laugh, gave him a reply which got them both going.

     `I'll have whatever you've got and I will take it into my mouth, give
it a chew and enjoy it. I will even swallow it.'

     This then set the tone of the place for the rest of our stay
there. After breakfast, we got Violet to strip off and lie out naked in the
sun as we did, taking care to put on sun lotion at first which Alex was
most happy to apply to our bodies. Violet blushed when his hands rubbed the
oil all over her breasts for the first time but by the end of the week, she
had another man doing it for her. But that took another night before he
turned up.

     Meanwhile, we lazed out by the pool, Violet's body as well as mine
slowly turned from a pale white to a rosy pink as Alex told us of how he
came to be there at the villa.

     His father had close links, business wise, with Sir Malcolm and when
Alex dropped out of college, basically because of laziness, and not knowing
what to do with his son had mentioned this to Sir Malcolm who had suggested
that he could waste his time by living in this villa, looking after the
place and seeing to the upkeep of the pool.

     He had jumped at the chance of living out in the sun, learning Spanish
and even learned how to cook and so when Sir Malcolm came out, Alex was
able to drive the black Mercedes out to the airport to collect him, saw to
his meals and generally kept the place spic and span in case of a surprise
visit. It didn't take much to keep clean or see to the pool. He then, with
his Spanish, began to work in local restaurants at night for pocket money
for he was only paid a small wage considering he lived rent free for the
little he did. He was never out of a job though he did take time off from
bar work when Sir Malcolm was at the villa, but because he was such a nice
friendly man, he was always taken back to work in the evenings in the bar.

     He admitted to one of Violet's questions that he did indeed pick up
many girls and they were impressed that a barman lived in such splendour
and envied him the life he had.

     I was somewhat envious too of having all this sunlight and the feeling
of peace and that you could just let things drift in a place like this.

     He gave us a salad lunch and showed his expertise by cooking a lovely
early dinner after we came in from the sun for he started work at seven in
the bar. He also added that he didn't finish till one in the morning.

    But between lunch and dinner, I saw the look on Violet's face when I
took him into what I now thought of as our bedroom and saw him rise up at
the thought of what were going to do and loved having him fuck me on the
bed. Because of that look from her, I asked him to parade a few men for us
in the bar that night for Violet to pick one if we could have him to stay
over with us. He agreed to that and told us to come into the bar about nine
o'clock and he would indicate to me which men were available.

     So we went into the bar that night at nine and didn't have to buy one
drink. There were four men that I was told could be picked from and we had
all of them at different times, buy us a drink and sit at our table and I
managed to get in each time by asking Violet if she fancied any of them.

     There was one she got her eye on and I passed this on to Alex and so
that guy sat with us for the rest of the evening. His name was Alonso, a
Spaniard, young and rather good looking . He was shorter than Alex but
stockier and had very dark eyes that didn't look brooding as some people's
do. He spoke good English even though he did miss the odd word or two and
had a lovely smile. I just hoped for her sake that he was as well endowed
as Alex was in that department.

     We stayed in the bar till one and when it finally closed, the four of
us went back to the villa, Violet and Alonso saying a shy goodnight as they
went off to her room and I was happy enough to go to bed with Alex.

     `Whose bed is this?' I asked as we both climbed in naked, my breasts
swinging about nicely enough for him to look at them rather than into my
eyes.

     `Ours,' he said as he grabbed me and wrestled me onto my back and
quickly entered me and gave me a bloody good fucking. Violet missed out on
a afternoon bit of sex because Alonso still had to go to work, but was with
us every night. I had Alex in every room of the villa as well as having him
fuck me while we were in the pool together.

    We all stayed naked for that fortnight, getting brown all over like
berries and if Alex wasn't on top of me I was on top of him. That's not
taking into account when we went into the sixty nine position to suck and
chew at each other till we came.

     It was the night before we were due to go back when I made a decision
that I wasn't going.

     It was a crying Violet who said goodbye to Alonso before he left to go
to work and we had more when Alex drove us to the airport for Violet to
catch her flight back to England. We kissed her goodbye and she left us
with tears still streaming from her eyes. We drove back to the villa in
almost total silence, me wondering if I was doing the right thing and I
just don't know what was going through his mind, but I knew now that I was
in love. For the first time out of I don't know how many men that had been
through me, I'd found one that I didn't want to leave or lose.

     In the entrance of the villa I turned on him and literally tore the
shirt off him, the buttons flying everywhere as I pulled and tugged his
trousers off I wanted him so bad and I had him fuck me there on the cold
floor tiles, urging him to push harder and to fuck my brains out. I had two
orgasms in an unbelievable short time, clawing his back and being propelled
across the lounge floor in the frenzy of our coupling.

     Sweaty and exhausted, we had finished up squashed in a corner, our
breathing ragged and now feeling a wreck but an exalted one, I kissed him
hard and told him that I loved him. He said that he too had found that he
loved me and had been over the moon since I'd declared that I wasn't going
back with Violet. We unglued ourselves finally to the squelching sucking
sounds as he pulled his now soft prick out of me and we staggered out and
dived into the cool clean water of the pool to freshen up.

     We swam about, constantly touching each other, kissing and saying that
if this was love, never let it end. In spite of the coolness of the water,
he was still able to rise up again and I had him fuck me again on the steps
while still half submerged in the pool. It was a glorious, fabulous and
most exciting day of my life and because of the sex we had, better than my
wedding day.

     After a month of happiness and me being as brown as he was, he said
that he wanted to marry me and I sobered up instantly and had to tell him
the truth that I was already a married woman. He was crestfallen at this
news and didn't go to work in the bar that night as we sat and talked and
was even more astounded when I eventually told him that I was a Countess
and no way could I ever get a divorce.

     He came to realise that I did truly love him when I told him that I
would have to return to England at intervals but would always return as
soon as possible to be with him.

     I spent every evening in the bar and became acquainted with the locals
that frequented it. I was attracting men like a candle draws the moths but
they were disgruntled when they found out that I only had eyes for
Alex. Alex, my love Alex. As time moved on the tourists started to arrive
and he was kept busy the whole time the bar was open.

     On his one night off a week, we would go and try out various
restaurants in the Port of Mazarron but the best one we found was almost on
our own doorstep. It was hidden behind the La Azohia hotel and called the
Barbacoa. The food and service was impeccable and that's where we finished
up going once a week.

     August came and it became too hot to lay out in the sun all day so we
would lie in the coolness of the bedroom and have sex, very slowly so as
not to get too sweaty. It was a glorious time for me but I started to get
pangs of conscience that nobody knew where I was and so I had better make a
trip back to England. A short one I told myself for I didn't want to leave
this paradise.

     So I told Alex that I would be going back for a short while and he was
most downcast and swore to love me even if I didn't come back but would
pray that I did. I began to get a germ of an idea in my head and kept on
assuring him that I would when I had sorted out a few things back home.

     I'd set the date and we had two weeks of making frantic love to each
other, to keep us going for the few weeks that I said I would only be
away. We chewed, sucked and fucked each other silly that last night and
didn't get to sleep at all and him with an almost raw prick and me with a
sore vagina, finally went to the airport where we kissed goodbye and I got
on my flight to England.

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