Spoilt Little Cindy Ch. 02

He did so, fast. His clothes scattered around the carpet as he yanked them off. Shirt buttons went flying, and he yanked his tie, still knotted up over his head.

Satisfied with his obedience, Angie led him by her grip on his cock towards a coffee table. "Kneel," she commanded. He did so. She went to a cocktail cabinet and he heard clunk, clunk, clunk, as three ice cubes dropped into a glass. A trickling sound followed as she poured herself a double gin, then the hiss as the pent-up fizz in a bottle of tonic was unleashed. The tonic hissed as it was poured on top of the gin on the rocks. Silence, then he felt the very cold sensation of a glass tumbler balancing on his upturned left buttock. He shivered involuntarily and the glass was swept away before he could spill it. 'Slap'. He jumped with pain and turned to see Angie with riding crop in hand. "Naughty boy, you nearly spilled my drink."

Benjamin winced at the pain which was not at all pleasant. Angie realised that he would not find pain arousing and switched her approach. She kissed the rear of his left thigh just below his butt cheek, then the other, whilst stroking the riding crop down on his penis dangling between his inner thighs. He groaned with pleasure and prepared for tenderer foreplay. The shock of cold ice being forced into his anus snapped him cruelly out of his anticipation. He remained on all fours, now with gritted teeth, his obedience now strained by her cruel teasings. But the foreplay was at an end, for him at least.

Angie tapped him on the shoulder with the riding crop. "On the floor, on your knees." He did so swiftly. She opened her legs and said with gritted teeth, "Kiss my cunt." Benjy's face was inches from Mrs Watson's pussy, which was neatly trimmed with real blonde pubic hair. He wasn't sure, in his ignorance, what to do although he had worked out that the proximity of his face to Mrs Watson's pussy probably intended the deployment of his tongue. He had read about cunnilingus, of course, but none of his few girlfriends had asked for it from him.

Angie saw in Benjy the same weak, compliant nature she had learnt to adopt for the past 20 years of subservience to Bradley and his favoured guests. I wonder whether he has the same attitude with his girlfriend as he does with me, she mused? Or is he more dominant when he feels in control?

Benjy looked up towards Mrs Watson's face. Her skin was surprisingly evenly tanned. Her belly was smooth and almost completely flat. Her heavy boobs hung tantalisingly out from her chest above him like two balloons filled with water and bursting with the pressure. From below her nipples protruded out like snub barrels. They seemed too large, even for her humungous breasts. He could imagine they played a special part in entertaining Mr Watson. She seemed motionless all but for the slight quivering of those breasts.

His gaze dropped again to the pussy a few inches in front of him. He noted now that it was glistening with moisture. It confirmed that she wanted to be fucked - he knew that much. He reached up to Mrs Watson's hips with either hand and leant in to her pussy with his tongue. She responded by bending slightly at the knees and opening them further. As he dived in to search for whatever he might find in her pussy she pressed down on his head with her hands for support, and to push his face further into her groin. She was the Mrs Robinson to his Benjamin.

Angie gasped as she felt his first tonguing of her clit. It provoked a pleasant sensation in her pubic mound which spread to her inside thighs. At last, she was making sexual contact on her terms rather than Bradley's. This young man may not know what to do but he was doing it to her bidding. She moved her hips to ensure better contact with Benjy's tongue and dropped her head back, eyes closed to concentrate all her attention on her stiffening clit. She held Benjy there; he obligingly flicking his tongue backwards, forwards and sideways. Benjy, meanwhile, tried to ignore the developing discomfort in his cheek muscles.

Angie was at last ready for more penetrative action. She pulled away and reached for a clump of Benjy's rumpled hair and turned and walked towards the sofa with him crawling on all fours. He didn't attempt to stand; she would have pulled him up by his hair if she had wanted that. He had a first class, 'bird's eye' view of Mrs Watson's glorious bottom as she walked. It was lean and brown and pleasantly round, and showing hints between her upper thighs of quivering brown labial lips as she slunkily led him across the carpet. She halted at the sofa and bent forwards at the knees to rest her hands on the seat cushion, spreading her legs apart to suggest his next port of call. Her long, lithe legs, slightly apart, made an 'A' frame for her pussy at the apex, brown, moist, with quivering lips demanding his attention.

He smelt her musky scent and looked excitedly at his first sight of a woman's sex from behind. This was an important lesson in his sex education. He noted with interest that her crevice and sexual parts were much darker brown than the tanned skin of her butt cheeks. Her pussy lips were now protruding from between her cheeks and glistening with the vaginal juices seeping from her crack. He looked up the line of her seam and saw her dark brown puckered anus fully exposed and inviting him by the spread of her cheeks. He took a chance and ran his tongue from as far forward as he could reach between her pussy lips, back along her crease and over her butt hole. Mrs Watson responded by angling her butt upwards, simultaneously indicating that he was getting it right whilst improving the angle for his ministrations. She breathed heavily in anticipation. He decided to extemporise by fingering her clit with his right forefinger whilst flicking her anal rose with his tongue. The sideways rocking of her hips suggested that she was enjoying this attention so he continued. Then he resolved to take command and do what he wanted now. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up, around, then down on her hand to signify she should kneel. 'Good boy' she thought, but made no sound.

His penis pointed into her face. It was hers to command. She gave it a few strokes in the hope that it might enlarge further then dived onto it with her mouth, sucking it in deep. Benjy groaned as a long-cherished dream came to fulfilment. Her mouth was warm, her tongue pressurising the underside of his cock whilst her lips squeezed against his shaft as she pumped her clasped fingers back and forwards alongst his cock. She gripped his hips to improve her purchase, and pumped him until she felt his body tightening. The she stopped abruptly and lay down on her back on the floor.

Benjy stood savouring the sexy sight of Mrs Watson lying on the carpet, her legs splayed apart, inviting him to drop between them and penetrate her. Their sexy play had stimulated her and she needed no more foreplay. Benjy knelt between her legs and leant down to suck on those magnificently rigid nipples. The sensation of sucking on such elongated nips excited him further and he spent some moments alternately teasing them.

Angie did not mind this temporary diversion from the main course and imagined this was what it would be like to nurture the grown-up son she had never had. Then her lover switched his attention back to her pussy once more. Benjy knew he would come instantly he entered Mrs Watson but did not want to disappoint her. He fingered her cunt whilst applying the pressure of his palm to her pubic mound. This was more familiar territory to him and he knew what to probe for with his fingers inside her pussy. With a few deft strokes and pressure he felt Mrs Watson pushing up with her hips as she began to climax. He thrust more urgently with his fingers as her moans morphed into a loud orgasm. His hand was wet with her cum. She was ready to welcome his cock.

It sank quickly and deeply inside her and enabled him to keep her at orgasmic peak as he thrust hard into her, slamming his mound against hers. Warmth quickly spread around his pelvic region as his orgasm built. Angie cried out with pleasure as she felt the spurt of warm male cum up inside her at her bidding. She lay still and felt the spasms in his cock pulsing against her vaginal wall as his climax subsided. She let him lie prone and heavy on top of her for a few moments and stroked his hair as he laid his head between her breasts. She thought with a bit of nurturing Benjy could make a fine, attentive and obedient lover.

Then slow ironic clapping from somewhere close made her raise her head and push the prostrate Benjy off her torso. Bradley stood by the door surveying the carnal scene with a frozen expression which communicated no emotion.

"Brad ... I ... don't know ... oh, Brad ..." Fear coursed through her body, mixing with her post-coital sensations to invoke rapid shivering. She felt totally naked and exposed once more.

"Alice told me you had gone to make a home delivery, sonny. What's your name, huh?" Mr Watson knew Bejamin's name all too well, but the question served to belittle and demean the young man. Alice was the chief buyer and Benjamin's immediate manager. She must have gone straight to Bradley after hearing Benjamin's explanation of his unauthorised order.

"Go and put on a robe and get back here," Bradley commanded Angie. He and Benjamin waited motionless until Angie returned. "Fetch some scissors." She obliged again and was gone again for several minutes. Benjamin's whole body quaked with fear. She returned and handed them to Bradley. He strode across to Benjamin's discarded clothes and searched inside the trousers with the scissors. He fished out Benjamin's underpants on the end of the scissors. He took them dangling accusingly over to Angie who was now seated cowering on the floor with her knees drawn up into her chest. Her back was against the sofa. "Cut this up into small pieces." As she seized the pants and began to cut he added, "Small enough for Benjamin to eat. We wouldn't want to give him indigestion."

Benjamin uttered an objecting "Hey," before remembering his status in the department store and Mr Watson's position. He watched dejectedly as Mrs Watson proceeded carefully to cut the garment into thin strips, then small squares.

The process seemed to take an eternity whilst the two lovers, one naked and the other robed, and their fully dressed master looked on. Benjamin felt utterly dejected. Angie felt guilty for seducing him into this predicament. Bradley pondered how he could make use of this situation with this young subordinate in the future. But for now, the boy must be punished.

"Now eat."

Benjamin hesitated only fractionally then moved over to stand, naked, in front of the now huddled Angie. "Give him the first piece, Angie."

Miserably but without pausing she sorted through the snippets for a least objectionable piece. "Make him sit. Now stand over him. Remove your robe. That's right. Give him a good look at your sluttish body. Now pop it in his mouth. .. Eat it sonny! ... It's a beautiful body, ain't it? Was it worth fucking my wife's body for? Did you enjoy it? Now pay the price."

The young man retched but rolled the material up into a ball in his mouth and swallowed it. He gagged at the dryness of the bolus and felt it lodge in his gullet. He choked on it but kept it in his mouth. Bradley would have liked to see the young man continue to suffer this indignity and humiliation, but he was equally worried that Benjamin might vomit on his expensive Wilton carpet. "Take your clothes and get out!"

Benjamin obliged, scooping up his garments and fleeing from the room.

Bradley strode over to Angie who cowered before him. "You're damaged goods. I shall have to look elsewhere now for my pleasures." They both knew that he had entertained many ladies, discreetly, whilst also openly wife-swapping Angie and freely offering her to perform for his favoured business partners and cronies. But now he was threatening her role as the lady of the house. Her looks had been her ticket to a 'good' marriage and wealth. His money and assets were now tied up in trusts and offshore funds to an extent that if he were to cast her out she could be left with nothing. He raised his arm to strike her across the face with the back of his hand, but stayed it and pondered, then spoke. "No, we can't have you with a black eye on Friday evening."

With that he dragged her by her hair out of the lounge and along the corridor to a downstairs bathroom. He thrust her into a lying position on the cold marble tiled floor and quickly pulled off his clothes. She might in other circumstances have been aroused by him straddling her naked body with his powerful frame towering over her, and his huge cock poised for some form of creative sexual activity. But she sensed this time that she was to obtain no satisfaction from what he would do. He had retained an erection from watching the latter stages of Benjamin's seduction. He laughed, an evil sound, and began to masturbate over her. Initially, she opened her mouth and licked her lips, thinking he would arouse himself then include her in his climax - perhaps forgive her for her indiscretion.

But no, he brought himself to a climax then squatted over her at shoulder level and spattered his cum all over her face and tits. She stared up at his balls jiggling back and forth as he rubbed up and down his shaft, and looked at his crease and asshole which was being stretched by his squatting position. That, too would have been arousing for her on another day, but today, in her fear of what he might do next, it had no effect. He sat heavily on her belly and flicked her nipples a few times then leaned down and scooped the spunk from her breasts and face and smeared it all over her hair. In all their years of couplings she had always pleaded with him not to touch or spoil her hair. He had obliged her every time, until now. "No, don't do that," she sobbed as she felt his cum drying in her carefully coiffured hair, and tightening on her face. Was this to be the ultimate humiliation for her?

She closed her eyes and willed this mental torment to end, conscious that he had not yet left the bathroom. Then the splash of hot liquid on her face made her open her eyes in panic. He was peeing freely on her, directing his cock for maximum coverage, including into her hair once more. She held her breath and waited for the stream to subside. Now she felt his ultimate contempt for her, and for the first time in their marriage she truly hated him.

True to his word Bradley left his wife alone, but more significantly, did not host any swinging parties or special entertainments during their dinner parties. In fact, he seemed to have been as much affected by the discovery of his cheating wife as she. He thrived on exercising control, particularly of his beautiful and compliant wife. When he made love to her, he recalled the fuckings of her he had orchestrated, and watched. Now, finally, she had rebelled and the spell was broken.

He began to spend much of his free time away from the house, though he never told her where. Over the weeks that followed Angie grew horny and frustrated. She tried self-gratification but found that she missed the thrill of exhibiting herself she had developed at Bradley's insistence. She began to descend mentally into a slough of despond. She did not blame Bradley for her situation, but her own weak will and stupidity. She had been well aware that Bradley was master of the house and controlled her life. Without that attention, she felt lost and alone. Her daughter was little comfort to her. She knew that Cindy despised her for her weakness and compliance. Angie was beginning to fall apart.