Spoilt Little Cindy Ch. 02

Angie did not have the satisfaction of seeing men admiring her naked departing rear, and thinking even more enviously of Wally's prize for the evening. Bradley had intimated to each that he had done a good deal with Wally. Now they were thinking what they had to do to gain Bradley's grace and Angie's favour the next time.

Angie resigned herself to whatever pleasures Wally would take from her body as she mounted the stairs. She had gone from nervous apprehension to pleasurable exhibitionism to abject humiliation in a very short space of time. She would just have to live through whatever came next and avoid Bradley's anger at any disobedience. She was determined that whatever took place would not be in the master bedroom and she steered Wally along the corridor to a guest room. He just read that as a sign of consent, and mentally planned how to take full advantage of that delightful flesh. They passed the door that a few years' later would bear the porcelain plaque "Cindy's room".

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The guest room door closed on Angie's self-respect, which she was not to rediscover for many years to come. Wally slobbered over her breasts and naked buttocks. He pushed her into all sorts of sexually compromising and highly exposing positions and viewed her beautiful body from every position. He stood straddling her, knees slightly bent so that he could force his cock into her mouth and thrust, regardless of her gagging. He pulled her by her hair onto her hands and knees and fucked her from behind, doggy style, although withdrawing before he came. He leant forward on her back and grasped her tits and watched himself playing with them in the large mirror against the far wall. Then finally satisfied that he had explored every inch of her, he straightened up on his knees between her legs and let a glob of saliva drop down onto her butt crack, where it trickled down to her tightly puckered anus. She flinched when she realised the probable significance of the moisture, and prayed that she was mistaken. His fingering of her ass to spread his wetness disabused her of any hope otherwise. Then Wally's probing finger into her bottom confirmed her worst fear. More dribbles lubricated his finger as he worked her sphincter loose, then his still throbbing cock began to press into her virginal back cavity. She did not know what to expect, and might even have found the careful penetration of a stiff penis into her butt arousing, but for the circumstances and her lack of preparedness, and the man violating her.

She thought she had been humiliated enough downstairs, but this was far worse, a violation of her most private orifice, and by an undesirable stranger. She would have preferred to select a moment of her own choosing with a man whom she particularly fancied, to initiate her first anal penetration. She wondered whether Bradley would have allowed it if he had he been aware of Wally's intentions.

Wally, meanwhile, was gratified to find that this was a virgin butthole, and elected to proceed with caution, for fear of physically harming Bradley's wife. After all, this was no common prostitute. He fisted his cock for a few seconds to encourage some drops of pre-cum, then gently pushed its head as far inside her as he could, then slowly withdrew and let it rest before pushing in again. Angie realised that she could not fight him and did her best to relax her anal muscles. He felt her resistance dissipate and inserted and withdrew his cock several times more until she could take his whole length. Then he began to thrust.

Despite herself, Angie was beginning to enjoy this new sensation, and she felt an orgasm slowly building in her belly. Then the hot spurt of Wally's cum up her back passage pushed her over the top and she came in waves of pulsating pleasure, biting on her lip to prevent herself from crying out in pleasure. She was determined not to give Wally that satisfaction.

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Now in her mid-forties, Angie was a still-stunning, mature woman. Angie was much cleverer than Bradley but lacked his self-confidence and cunning.

Bradley repeatedly told her, "Your talent is your beauty and your body. Why not make full use of it?" He repeated it every time she doubted the correctness of what he asked her to do. And maybe he was right? Bradley had introduced her to a number of men, and she had enjoyed many nights of indescribable pleasure, along with the other nights of unimaginable torment or terror. Yet the painful occasions brought their own perverse feelings of satisfaction. Angie liked to be dominated, the subject of someone's interest and fascination. Over time, she learnt to sublimate feelings of anger and resentment, to earthier pleasures and sexual fulfilment. Her ambitions in life were limited to a good home, plenty of money to spend, and above all else, security.

Angie had tried to instil similar dutiful, wifely values and aspirations in Cindy who was a slow developer. "You must always bear in mind that you need security in life. Someone to provide for you; who will make sure that you never go without money, food and a good home." Yet as she surveyed her daughter's waif-like form she doubted the wisdom of that advice. Angie's own self-doubts also periodically broke through to the fore in her mind, and caused her to seek solace in the gin bottle.

Cindy listened to her mother's sermons without comment. She was smart enough to realise that antagonising her mother would be unproductive. But she had spied enough on her parents enough through cracks in partly open doors to realise that her mother was totally subjugated by daddy, and she despised her mother's weakness. At the same time, Cindy clung to her father, for his emotional support and approval. He was proud of his little girl's academic and athletic achievements, and he did not mind at all that she had not developed physically. It contented him to have her for as long as possible as the one female he could admire for herself rather than as a sex object.

She willed herself never to be ruled by daddy in the same way that he dominated Angie. She knew how to get her way with him; how to invoke his approval, and merit his cuddles and affection. She liked being daddy's girl. She never wanted to grow breasts and be the subject of male sexual domination. She feared to follow her mother's fate.

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Cindy had been a top student throughout senior school and she had achieved three grade 'A's at A Level. A university place beckoned, but daddy had put his foot down. "Who will look after your mother if you leave home? I'm working all hours to provide the money to keep you both comfortable, as is my duty as the man of the house. The least you can do is support your mother when she needs you." That was when Cindy had been 15 - when her mother began to be her burden.

What Bradley intended was that Cindy keep her mother mentally stimulated and off the booze, so that Angie could continue to fulfil her pre-destined role as wife, hostess, and prize fuck at dinner parties. Cindy understood some of that, but would have railed against it had she not been so emotionally dependent on her parents through her lack of an independent social life.

Angie leaned heavily on Cindy for the moral support she did not receive from her husband, and she rewarded her daughter in turn with just about any material possessions she desired. Thus her daughter earned the epithet from her school mates of 'Spoilt Cindy'.

But Bradley and Angie's protectiveness towards Cindy began to unravel once she left school at 18. Deprived of the sporting facilities which had thus far dominated her spare time, she dropped most of her sporting activities and contented herself with jogging, swimming and workouts in daddy's home gym. The drastic reduction in her physical exertions prompted a late spurt in Cindy's hormonal development. Her body finally began to fill out. Within a year, her hips broadened and her breasts sprang out from her chest. Men started to take an interest in her. Yet that interest proved to be purely sexual, and Cindy had been conditioned by her daddy never to dally with boys, 'who want only one thing'. That, after all, had been the sum total of Bradley's interest in women other than his beloved daughter.

Cindy's best - indeed only - friend at school was Bethany. They shared a passion for progressive music which few of their school contemporaries understood. Bethany learnt about non-popular music from her boyfriends and grew to like it long after she had tired of each boy's advances. Her world was filled with Savoy Brown, Ten Years After, Jethro Tull and East of Eden. She liked Cindy initially because of Cindy's awkwardness, allied with her youthful beauty. Cindy was like a private possession, an enigma that no one else cared to understand. But their relationship blossomed into a genuine friendship.

Bethany was a part of the elite clique at the Church of England Grammar school, but she did not always follow the crowd. She was popular because of her vibrant personality and sense of humour. She was permitted by the group to dip in and out of social activities because she was cool, a natural leader. And Cindy was her friend, which was therefore cool too.

Cindy spent a lot of time at Bethany's house, and didn't mind when Bethany's much younger sister, Annie, intruded on their private time. It gave her a sense of the family life she missed at home. When Bethany went off to university, it seemed natural for Annie to step into Bethany's place with Cindy. But she could not fully replace her older sister. Bethany had been Cindy's mentor, and Cindy lost her at a crucial time in her physical development. Had Bethany been around for longer, maybe she would have protected Cindy from the ravages to come.

Annie benefited from the same social genes as her older sister and belonged to her own elite clique, but she never forgot her ties to Cindy, and often invited Cindy to tag along in activities with her friends. After a while, Cindy was tolerated as Annie's friend, a hanger-on, which was made easier because she seemed so much younger than her real age.

Then daddy started to take a greater interest in his little girl.

It would be true to say that Cindy was spoilt. She could have just about anything she wanted. The fact that she didn't exploit that power to the full was simply through a general lack of interest in material things. Daddy lavished her with gifts anyway. Being a social outcast at school, she had no reason to attempt to impress her friends with the latest trendy clothes or gadgets. But a trip to the lido in a one-piece swimsuit which was too small for her, led her to realise that boys were beginning to take an interest in her. The material had stretched across her crotch and ended up riding up into her bottom crack when she pulled herself out of the pool. She had been more concerned about her fast growing boobs showing through the thin material, that she had been unaware at first how much her butt cheeks were exposed. Only when she realised from men's stares and reactions as she walked past them that part of her attraction had been her bottom, did she get the first thrill from exhibitionism, but she had to do something about her swimwear.

Unknowingly, she was about to trigger Angie's start on her long path to self-realisation.

Angie had taken Cindy to the cinema to see a re-run of an old James Bond movie, and Domino's black and white bikini in Thunderball had given her her first interest in another woman's body. "Mummy, I want that bikini," she demanded. Mummy had obliged, but not without some considerable shopping around and then much searching by the clothing department head buyer at her husband's department store.

The buyer was twenty years younger than Angie, but still susceptible enough to her feminine persuasion to make extensive enquiries amongst suppliers until the garment was found. He was shy and sexually inexperienced, and smitten with Angie's mature, self-assured manner. She was the sexiest and most beautiful woman who had yet impinged on Benjamin's thus-far sheltered world.

He called at the house one day to show Angie the garment. "Why Benjamin, how kind of you to go to all that trouble."

"The truth is, Mrs Watson, it's got me into a bit of bother at the store. It isn't a line we normally stock, and the price is way above the limits for swimwear. The truth is, I was told off by the Chief Buyer. I had to make up a story that I had ordered it for you as a special favour."

"That was sweet of you, Benjamin, but it's surely too young an item for me to wear, as she would know. And who paid for it?"

"Oh, I've done that already, discreetly. I had to, to avoid any more questions. I told her you had given me the money in advance."

"Oh, well I must reimburse you for it then."

"No, please don't do that. Consider it as a gift ... if only ... if only you will model it for me. I should so much like to see you wearing it. It looks so ... elegant and I can't imagine what it looks like, just lying there in the box." The truth was he couldn't afford the expense of such an outfit, but the thought of Angie modelling it for him had driven him insane with lust from the moment he handled it. He was taking a risk, but Benjamin was a chancer, with a charm which attracted older women.

"Oh dear, I can't let you go without some recompense for your such generous gesture. Wait here, and I'll try it on. I hope it will fit me - it was intended for my daughter, you know." She thought the bikini was likely to be too large for Cindy's more slender but developing frame.

Angie went upstairs to the bedroom, thrilled to have her own potential conquest - one not supplied by Bradley. She undressed and put on the bikini. She looked in the mirror and was immediately impressed with how well the bikini showed off her slim but well-endowed figure. It pushed up her boobs and she saw with satisfaction that it gave her a pleasingly cock-teasing cleavage. The bikini bottom looked good on her still pert bottom and rounded hips, too. She swung her hips from side to side and imagined how she would look to a young admirer.

What would Benjy think of it? She had to admit to herself that the thought of showing her body off to the young man in such a slight item of clothing turned her on. She plumped up her breasts within the wire-reinforced cups so that her nipples were almost protruding from the top of the black and white material. Then she pushed the side straps of the panty further down her hips, almost pulling the front below her panty-line. Too late, she felt the inside crotch of the panty moisten from her pussy juices. She would have to rinse the bikini set through before she gave it to Cindy.

Benjamin was stunned when Angie came back into the lounge. Not only had she acceded to his request, but the effect was stunningly sexy. He had no idea Mrs Watson had such a killer body.

She had put on white high heels to elongate her legs, which gave her the air of a catwalk model. She walked into the middle of the room and turned to face Benjamin who was sitting on a wide sofa. "What do you think Benjy, does it suit me?"

He swallowed at her familiarity. "Purely as a professional buyer," he gulped, "I have to say that you sell it very, very well."

"Does it fit me? Is it the right size for me?"

"I should think so, but if you will allow me ..." He stood up and moved across to stand in front of Angie, and waited for some sign of her consent.

"Please do."

"If I were fitting you for this bikini - and of course it would normally be a lady buyer - I would need to check that the ... er ... bra was the correct fit for your ... superb ... assets." He moved smoothly up to Angie, as if he did this sort of thing every day, and with barely a pause to check her acquiescence, he moved to the side and slipped his hand into a bra cup, whilst pretending there was a professional reason for his action. His cock sprang up instantly in his loose suit trousers at the feel of her soft, warm, yielding breast flesh. A sexual tremor ran through the whole length of Angie's body.

He composed his face with his most professional expression. "One should check to see that the breast sits correctly in such a carefully tailored top. It should be supported whilst not being overly constrained. Yes, I can see that it is a perfect fit." His hand briefly pulled Angie's left tit almost fully out of the bra cup then let it slip back in whilst allowing his thumb to stroke the nipple in passing. It was a very deft and slight touch - and the first time that he had done something so outrageous.

Angie's body trembled at his fingertip touch. She gasped and felt her nipple harden. Her cunt was moist in the bikini panties. She looked at Benjy. His face was deadpan, giving no indication of flirtation. A glance down to his trousers told an altogether different story, though. She felt very turned on.

Turning to face him she asked, "And the other cup?"

Surprised at her compliance, he moved to the other side of her and reached in with his right hand. Her left breast slid out of its confinement and stayed resting on the top edge of the bra cup. Neither of them moved or spoke, but Angie's breathing deepened, betraying her growing arousal by the manner in which her half-exposed tit rose up and down.

Continuing the conceit, Benjamin suggested, "Perhaps the bra strap is a little tight for your well-endowed figure ..." and with that he snapped the clasp of the rear bra strap. The bra cups sprang away from her breasts. As Angie stood motionless and unresisting he pulled the bra straps off her shoulder, down her arms and off her wrists, and made to look on the straps for a buckle. The action was outrageous, yet on the face of it plausible in his role as buyer, yet she was now topless. Her breasts were full and well-shaped - the sexiest sight he had ever seen. Mrs Watson was rapidly spoiling Benjamin for other women. He made no move to touch her breasts again, perhaps fearful that he might already have over-played his hand. The next move would have to be hers.

She turned to face him once more, cupped her breasts in her hands, and said wryly "And do the panties need adjusting too?" So far, neither of them had departed from the play of a swimsuit fitting, no matter how unorthodox it might be for a man to arrange such a fitting in the customer's own home. Yet Angie had tossed the ball back to Benjy to make the next move. Swallowing, he squatted down and proceeded to pull down the black and white bikini panties. Mrs Watson breathed heavily as she stepped out of them and was now completely naked in front of him.

Benjy hesitated. He had intended to flirt with Mrs Watson, but he had not anticipated that she would allow him to strip her. What risk did he run, for letting the bosses' wife seduce him - and in shop time? How would he explain this visit and the length of his absence?

Angie interrupted his thoughts. "Do you aim to give your customers complete satisfaction? Her heavy emphasis on 'complete' spurred him on and he moved in close to her naked body. As his clothed body touched against her naked one she reached out and grasped his erect cock straining to expand within its now tight suit trouser confines. "I think you need to salute your customers, like at the most select stores, but you can keep your hands free," she added saucily.

She reached for his buttoned flies and began to undo them, one by one, slowly, deliberately, prolonging the action to excite him all the more. The top of his trousers opened and she reached down inside his waist-high pants to fish out his now straining cock. It pushed out eagerly over his elasticated waistband. She pushed both his trousers and pants down to his knees and grasped his cock tightly in her fist. He stumbled over his trousers at half-mast as she moved backwards, pulling hard on his cock. "I think you need to get rid of your baggage - quickly," she commanded.