Cindy's Humble Servant Ch. 08

"Yes Master," slave answered, breathless from humping with enough vigor to be able to cum instantly upon the rolling of the dice. His balls were seething with cum as he rubbed himself desperately against Brian's boot. Brian rolled the dice on the table. "Two," he said flatly, and pulled the boot away, and went to sit on the sofa beside Cindy. He whistled: "Come boy, take off my boot."

Slave knew how he had to do this. He crawled over and, crawling, backed up over the master's boot. He then reached back under his own spread crotch and took a hold of the boot. Today, he had not been permitted to wear underpants. He was mortified to consider that Cindy could see his asshole. Oh! The shame! He knew that he was not meant to pull at the boot, that he was simply meant to maintain his grip as master pulled his own boot off against slave's grip, but now Master did not move. He could tell that Master had pulled Cindy to him, and he listened to the heartbreaking sound of their kisses. They stopped, and Cindy giggled. Oh! Cindy could see his asshole! There was no way for him to hide this as he held onto master's boot between his own spread open legs. What must she think of him? Please let there be a small grain of mercy, and another of pity, in all that mass of contempt and disgust!

Master began to tug at his boot, but he made a game of it, forcing slave to clench and relax against his tugging, and pulling slave small distances across the carpet on his knees. Slave's cock had gone soft, had gone tiny. Cindy was laughing. Slave's winking asshole was the center of attention. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass," master asked slave as the heel of his foot almost slipped out of the ankle of the boot. Cindy snorted with surprised amusement.

"No, Master," slave replied meekly, and with trepidation. He didn't like where this might be going. The Master pushed his foot back fully into the boot, and slave re-established his grip. Slave was becoming sweaty. One side of his face was pressed into the carpet, and he could feel the makeup slipping out of place. Whatever choices he made, he knew he would wind up looking wretched.

Master began to push and pull at the boot, shaking slave around, causing his displayed asshole to clench and unclench under Cindy's silent, judging gaze. Master said: "Cindy, help me out here."

"Au?" Cindy replied in coarse Chinese style. Then, he felt the soft soled ball of her foot and toes against his right ass cheek, holding it in place, spreading it a bit. Master pulled slowly and smoothly against the boot and his foot extracted itself. Slave's body slumped, ass higher, back lower, still holding between his wide parted legs the empty boot. Cindy took away her foot, and then kicked slave sharply just under the right ass crease, at the very top of the thigh.

He waited for orders, not changing position, as he knew was required. "Position one, facing us," Master said calmly.

Slave stood, touched his wrists and elbows behind his back, and spread his feet to just past shoulder width, in a girly at-ease. He turned to face Master and Cindy. His makeup was a wreck, his wig was all over the place, and his cock had shrunk, so that the skirt hung straight down to just above the height of the now free swinging balls.

"My god, what a mess," Master laughed.

The left of Cindy's lip lifted with contempt.

"Do you know why I let you hang around?" master asked.

Slave looked down meekly, and then up to politely meet Master's gaze as he replied "No master, I'm sorry, I don't."

"Are you stupid?"

"Yes master," slave replied, holding Master's gaze. For an instant his gaze shifted to Cindy. She was observing him smugly, with a smirk.

Slave stood looking down at his feet for a moment, until he recalled his manners and looked up to face the gaze of the one who was addressing him.

Master lifted one of Cindy's breasts, and then he turned and they kissed moistly.

"Do you think Cindy is beautiful," Master asked.

"She is the only beautiful thing in this world, master."

"I keep you around because it gives me a buzz to know how much you want her," he massaged Cindy's firm tits, "and how firmly it has been established that you can never have her."

Slave saw in Cindy's fully unleashed smile something that he mistook momentarily for cruelty, and he wondered whether it was this cruelty he had sensed in her when he set her in his heart above all others, eclipsing all others. He realized then, though, that, it was not cruelty -- he wished it was – instead, it was something much colder than cruelty: it was indifference, and the total absence of pity.

"We made a deal," master said, "you, Cindy and I." We agreed that I would let you stay as a slave, and in return you would renounce your designs on Cindy."

"Yes master." Slave knew he was in trouble, and he resisted looking down, though it was like looking into the sun to see Cindy there so perfect, and master behind her, so glorious in his victory. Slave knew that he was utterly vanquished.

"Did he renounce his designs on you Cindy?"

"Au?" Cindy replied, curling her lip in a beautifully vulgar fashion.

"Did he give up on you, or does he still hope you will one day be with him."

"He didn't give up!" she spat out emphatically. "He still try love me. Disgusting," she sneered.

"Is there any way that you could ever love this. . .thing" he said, gesturing dismissively at slave.

"Never!" She made sure slave caught her gaze, and that he held it meekly, as she repeated with grim finality, "Never. Never ever."

"Read my lips," Master joked.

Cindy grinned at Brian, gave him a light slap on the chest, and again forced slave to meet her gaze. Humor and contempt played in the glimmer of her eyes, and in the delicate compression of her lips. "Read my lips," she said. "Never. Never. Never ever. I will never love you."

Slave's mascara was running in tears, and he could not hold her gaze, and so he looked down and began to whimper.

Master said "tsk tsk," and Cindy giggled. "Position Two," Master said, and slave got down on his knees, with his ass cheeks on his ankles. He held his back arched and his chest out. He crossed his wrists behind the small of his back. He could not look up into their eyes. The movement to a new position had stopped the tears, but he needed a moment before he could face them again.

"Look at me when I am speaking to you! Is that good manners?"

"No, Master. I'm sorry, it's not good manners." Slave looked up at them. Cindy was relaxed and amused, sitting in close to Master. His arm over was her shoulder, and his hand was stroking her hip.

"How many cocks have you sucked?" Master asked.

Slave looked down, abashed, as Cindy's grin widened, creating dimples at either side of her lips.

"Don't look down again you little slut, or I will send you to visit Laura for a caning."

Slave met their gazes. Cindy was grinning like a cat, and rubbing the hard head of master's cock through his trousers.

"I'm not sure Master, maybe twenty" slave answered meekly.

"Did you swallow every time?"

"I tried to, Master." Slave was so mortified, but he resisted looking down, and held their gazes.

"Which one tasted worst?"

"The first one, the Arab guy, Jared, Master."

"Why was that?"

"The flavor was very strong, Master."

"Well, you're the expert."

Cindy snorted in derision, and slave almost looked down again.

"Which one tasted best?"

Slave almost looked down.

"Careful," Master warned, "and quickly."

Slave looked up. Mr Liu, Master, or the young American guy."

"Which one is it?"

"The young American guy, Master." Slave knew the American's name was Brad, but he did not want to say this name.

"What a slut! The best cum you've ever tasted, and you don't even know his name? The young American guy's name is Brad. Later you can phone him to give him the compliment. I'm sure he'll be flattered."

Slave groaned and huffed through his nose. He did not dare to look down though, or show his displeasure in any other way. How could he phone this boy that they were thinking of turning his business over too, and tell him he liked the taste of his cum?

"Here's the deal. Tonight I am going to let you see what you are missing. He lifted Cindy's tit to punctuate this, and she puckered her lips and looked down her nose smugly at slave, right into his humble gaze. "In return for this privilege, you let me take away the last scrap of your dignity, and your last chance to dream that Cindy would ever see you as anything other than rubbish. You've sucked a lot of cocks. Tonight, I want Cindy to see you get your ass fucked."

She lifted one corner of her upper lip, and the nostril on that side flared slightly in contempt. Her Siddhartha eyes held slave at bay. She was not being looked at, she was doing the looking. The thing at which she looked did not have the value to be perceived as something capable of looking: she was looking at an object, at something that could not look back.

"Do you think my cum would taste good?" Master asked.

"Yes Master," slave answered, mostly to do his best for good will, but also because Master was very virile and healthy and he imagined it would taste good, relatively speaking.

Cindy smiled, and Master said "Good boy," and chuckled.

"I'm not a half-half faggot like the guys who have done your mouth and are going to do your ass, but. . .maybe you would like to watch us fuck and then you could clean up Cindy."

Slave exhaled. He nearly swooned. "Oh! Please master," he moaned. He had never seen Cindy naked, and he would do anything for this opportunity. Cindy and Brian broke into peals of laughter at the earnestness of slave's reply.

"I will let you watch us fuck, and clean Cindy up after, if you agree to let as many guys as I choose fuck your ass this evening, and you pay each guy who fucks your ass 100 RMB. Is it a deal?"

Slave looked down, to gather his strength, and then back up. Though he knew he faced a terrible ordeal, he would do anything to see Cindy naked, and so he nodded grimly, and said: "Thank you for this opportunity, Master." Cindy's face broke into her broadest and cruelest smile, and her eyes glittered.

"Lovely," Master said. "Ok, let's go." He stood, and took Cindy's hand, and led her toward the bedroom. He snapped his fingers at slave, and gestured for him to follow. Slave crawled behind them, mesmerized by the rich swaying of Cindy's buttocks, and the soft alabaster of her calves.

Master led Cindy by the hand to his bedside. Slave slowed his crawl, and Master snapped his fingers and pointed to indicate a place closer to them. Slave scurried there and halted. He lowered his ass to his ankles, and crossed his wrists at the small of his back. He thrust out his chest, arched his back, and stared straight in front of him. He had butterflies in his stomach. His face was at the level of their hips. He could see their hands so clearly. Cindy's hands! To be touched in any way by these hands, from kindness or from anger, from compassion or from contempt.

Cindy pulled her turtleneck over her head, and untied her hair. It was wavy, and shoulder length. Her belly was taught, and her waist was slim. She stepped over to slave and, looking down at him with no recognition in her eyes, but a slight curve of a smirk on her satisfied lips, gestured for him to pull of her soft soled shoes. She held out toward him one foot, and then the other, and he slid them from her feet. He wanted to press the insides of these shoes to his mouth and nose, but he didn't dare, so he put them down neatly.

Cindy unbuttoned her skirt, and pulled this and her stockings off. She steadied herself with a hand on slaves head as she pulled the stockings over her ankles. She unsnapped her bra, and her perfect breasts fell forth. Now, she wore only small cotton panties with a plain floral print.

Ah! The exquisite majesty of her naked form: the excruciating spectacle of her naked presence. It all came down to this: everything was about this. Slave was transfixed. His eyes fixed on her, his brain numbly number crunching, trying to seize all the data running through his RAM. He knelt numbly as his brain attempted to soak in every detail of her image. His nostrils dilated to seize any scent of her. His mouth hung slack and gawking. His mascara had run from earlier tears, his wig was scattered and askew. He looked a mess. His cock, locked in an extended spasm, seemed a rocket that would tear itself loose and fly to Cindy, its promised land. His tight nut sack seared in its extended straining into maximum contraction.

Oh! Cindy! How the slim waist tapers gracefully into the rich, rounded hips, the prominent Venus mound, the lush and ample buttocks, the graceful tapering again into slim, smooth alabaster thighs. He groaned softly. It was more than he could bear. How could any man be so lucky as to have the chance to touch and be touched by Cindy.

Master stepped over to Cindy. He had taken off his shirt. He was fit and healthy. He pulled down Cindy's panties, and she stepped out of these. Master took them, stepped over to slave, and dangled the inverted crotch of these an inch from slave's nostrils. Slave's eyes and nostrils focused on these like four data gathering probes. He carefully edged his nostrils nearer. His appearance was as of one enraptured.

Cindy giggled, and his focus shifted from the crotch of her panties to her near gaze. Her expression was of amused disgust, curling along a smooth line of scorn.

"Go ahead," Master said to slave warmly, "enjoy yourself." Slave focused on the crotch of the panties. He breathed deeply through his nostrils, and he could smell her so clearly. What from any other being would have been loathsome excrement was from her the content of the Holy Grail. He put out his tongue, and followed. Master toyed with him, leading the obsequious, outstretched tongue. Master tossed the panties onto the bed, and slave sank his ass cheeks back down on his ankles, and returned his focus to Cindy's nakedness. His gaze was seized and held by the supple curves of Cindy's hips, their fluid reactions to the shifting of her balance and her weight.

Cindy pointedly shifted her gaze to Brian. She gave Brian a full smile, and let it linger softly and welcomingly as they shared the gaze. How slave wished that he could share such a warm smile with her. She undid master's belt, and the buttons of his trousers. He pulled them down, and stepped away from them. Master's cock was small but perfectly formed, his buttocks firm and muscular. He sat down on the bedside, and pulled Cindy over to him. She stood between his outspread knees, facing him. This was the first chance slave had had to see Cindy's buttocks straight on. Slave let out a sigh of religious adoration, and Cindy and Master turned to look at him, smiling. He knew that they were looking at him, but he could not take his eyes from Cindy's luscious buttocks. Master and Cindy giggled to see his engrossment.

"This is what it's all about, is it?" Master asked. Slave could not speak, he was a gaping idiot. Cindy looked away from slave, back to Brian. Her hands were soft on his shoulders. Master stroked her smooth thighs.

"Come," Master commanded benignly, and slave scuttled close to Cindy's ass. His face was less than a foot from her perfect cheeks.

"This is what it's all about, hey?" He lifted one of the buttocks gently, and let it drop. "Would you like to kiss it?"

"Oh please, Master, please," slave pleaded desperately.

Master chortled. Oh, how the rich ass cheeks became slim, graceful thighs in the subtle shadowing of the creases of the ass.

"Kiss it," Master invited warmly. Slave scuttled forward one small hop, and his face was inches from her ass. He kissed one cheek chastely, afraid to seem over eager, and have Master accuse him of showing not enough respect, and perhaps withdraw the privilege. He kissed the other ass cheek reverently, and then he sighed, and ran his tongue along the underside of the flesh above the crease of the ass, and his open mouth traced carefully the smooth and pendulous flesh. The ass pushed out a bit toward him, forcing his face away. He sank down a bit, sighed, and faced the lowest portion of the crack of her ass, that silken temple of shadows. He leaned forward, pushed his face fully between the cool, heavy flesh of the smooth cheeks. He carefully placed the tip of his tongue on her asshole, as a sign of deepest obeisance. She remained motionless. His nose was buried between her cheeks. He rested, breathing deeply, his eyes examining closely the flesh of the small of her back. She leaned forward, allowing his face to slip deeper between the crack of her ass, and slave could hear Master and her kissing again. Slave moved his tongue slightly, attempting to spoon up something of her essence. She let out a tickled shriek, and then turned and slapped him. "Tao yen!" -- annoying -- she scolded. He did not cringe, or attempt to move away from the hand raised for another slap, but focused completely on Cindy's pussy, which was now little more than a foot from his face. She slapped him again sharply, and then turned back to Master. Master leaned back, and she straddled his thighs. Master slid his cock into her pussy, and she began to rock back and forth on him, her amazing waist and hips and thighs and ass undulating miraculously.

How could any man be so lucky as to become one with this being? It was beyond slave's imagination. Master truly was the master. Cindy sank down on his front, draping her breasts over his chest, gripping his shoulders, and crushing her lips against his, seeking out his wet tongue with her own. They moved together frantically, athletically. Slave could hear a wet, squelching sound from Cindy's pussy. She ground her hips down into where they were connected, and made tiny, tender noises.

Master rolled over on top of Cindy. They were in profile to slave. Their pace quickened: Cindy groaned. Slave could hear the slapping together of their flesh, and their ecstasy. Slave cupped his own balls with one hand, and began to rub his turgid cock with the other. He was actively drooling. Master looked up from sucking Cindy's nipple, with his Clooney eye, and warned "don't come, bitch." Cindy rolled her head to the side and surveyed slave briefly, Siddhartha eyes, as if he were a thing. Master and Cindy began to kiss deeply again, and again picked up the pace of their lovemaking. They were gasping together in excitation. Cindy let out a high pitched sigh, and then sank back. Master thrust again, and let out a loud, throaty grunt, before letting down his weight onto Cindy. She held his shoulders tightly, and they breathed deeply. He rested fully inside her. This, thought slave, still pulling at his own cock, must be the best thing ever. He so envied master. Slave was panting like a dog, and drooling too, but he tried to be quiet, as he did not want to disturb these gods in their sacred moment. Slave wondered, with slight terror, whether or not they would allow him to cum now. He had never needed to shoot so desperately. His cock was overworked. Its turgidity had been worked out of it, and now it was dangling, heavy and ropey, but still he pumped at it, urging it on, his throat dry, while Cindy and Master lay together breathing heavily, flesh pressed to flesh, kissing tenderly, drinking at the fonts of one another's mouths.

Master rolled off Cindy. He turned her legs gently, so that her knees hung over the edge of the bed. He spread her knees, and said to slave: "Enough wanking. Come here." Master was up on one elbow, massaging one of Cindy's breasts. Her nipples were hard. Slave could not see Cindy's face. Thick, white cum was beginning to ooze out of her damp pussy. Slave kissed one of her knees devotedly. His hips were pumping mechanically, beyond his control. He felt the smooth, cool alabaster of her inner thigh with his cheek. He began to lick his way along her inner thigh toward her cum filled pussy. He could already smell its sharp, rich odor. He could hear them kissing. As he neared her pussy, Cindy lifted her heels to the edge of the bed. The movement allowed a rivulet of Master's sperm to migrate toward Cindy's asshole. Slave lapped at this rivulet, and then scooped at her soft, soaking pussy with his tongue, drawing out the biggest globs. He swallowed this, and his mouth filled with saliva. He began to suck hungrily at the remaining cum in her pussy, snaking his tongue deep in after it. Her pussy was so soft and moist: he buried his face in it. Cindy began to groan, and to writhe her hips. Slave sucked at her clit, and pushed his tongue deep and drinkingly into her pussy. She locked her thighs to his ears, and held his temples steady with her fingertips.