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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Grand Opening
Chapter One
The head of the office typing pool was a blonde woman of
extraordinary beauty. It was rumored, but only slightly and then in the
most delicate tones, that she was studying to become something more
than just a typist. She was, it was, said, studying to become a dominatrix.
When Cindy first heard the term she didn�t know what it meant. Typing
was just a summer job for her. She was 15. She was just old enough to be
included in the rumors and just young enough to be more curious about
them than she should be. One evening, she stayed late, on purpose.
Veronica was just closing up, and on the pretext of asking for tips about
how she made her long blonde hair so lovely and beautiful, Cindy lingered.
Cindy was a blonde too, but she had just departed from that age when girls
still tie their hair back quickly in a ponytail or perhaps in separate
pigtails. Before that she�d had long, luxurious but quite messy hair, as
little girls so when they are playing. Now, she untied her hair from its
efficient ponytail, watching Veronica as she checked the office e-mail for
any last minute messages. Veronica�s hair was, as always, pinned up with
a loose sort of carelessness, yet absolutely luscious to look at, the
strands of hair that dangled down seemingly asked to hang in just that
way, fetchingly beautiful.
�See anything that matters?� Cindy asked Veronica. She leaned on
the back of the woman�s chair with girlish forwardness, her own long hair
now falling over her shoulders as she held her pulled-off scrunchie in her
hand.
�Mmmm, I don�t think so,� Veronica said. She felt the girl�s breath
on her cheek. Did little Cindy mean something by the gesture, Veronica
wondered, or was it merely accidental? She tapped her keyboard, moving
from one message to another.
�I hear you�ll be getting promoted soon,� Cindy said to Veronica. The
woman laughed, her blonde strands of hair bouncing with her laughter.
�Not before Mrs. Johanson retires,� Veronica said. She turned her
head slightly. �Why, thinking of moving up?�
�No, no,� Cindy said. The girl seemed clearly abashed; Veronica felt
her rise a little behind her. Veronica clicked her keyboard again, to see
the next message.
�We don�t need to buy any real estate, I don�t think,� Veronica said.
And then she quickly raised her hand, to try to block Cindy�s eyes from the
next message that appeared. It read:
�Sex party this Friday.�
�Oh my!� Cindy gasped. The girl�s breath again touched Veronica�s
cheek as the youngster leaned close.
�Sorry. You�re not supposed to see that,� Veronica said, but Cindy�s
interest was palpable, like a child suddenly finding forbidden candy.
�Could I ask you something?� Cindy said, as Veronica�s finely
manicured hand wavered in front of the screen. Veronica turned in her
chair, still hiding the screen with her hand. Her substantial breasts
quavered a little now as she looked at the girl, her twilled ivory-colored
sweater unable to hide the increased rate of her breathing. Cindy�s own
young bosoms were erotically close, almost within touching distance.
They moved too, with her breath, moreso even than Veronica�s. Was Cindy
aware that Veronica could love a woman with as much passion as a man?
Veronica wondered. In this intimate space, tits to tits, Cindy now said,
�I hear you�re a dom- uh, a dominatwist.�
�Dominatrix,� Veronica corrected.
�Um, yeah,� Cindy breathed.
�Why?� Veronica asked. Cindy gulped.
�I just wondered,� she said.
�Has someone in the office whispered that to you?� Veronica asked.
�Yes. But I don�t believe them,� Cindy said. Quite aware of what she
was doing, Veronica let her hand slip down from in front of her computer
screen. Immediately the young girl�s eyes darted to the e-mail message.
Veronica could see the girl�s lips move as she gulped in the message. �It
says there�s going to be sex party!� Cindy blurted, when she had read as
much of the message as the screen allowed. �Same time, same place.
What does that mean?� Cindy asked. Veronica turned and looked back at
the message. She hit the scroll button and up popped an advertisement for
bulk quantities of paper clips. Veronica laughed. It was a screen saver,
written right under the message for quick hiding purposes, if anyone was
looking. They had talked about adding such a thing to their messages but
this was the first time they had done it. Unfortunately for Veronica,
prying eyes had already seen her copy of the message.
�It means just what it says,� Veronica answered, in regards to
Cindy�s question. She deleted the message and then asked the girl, bold as
Cindy herself was, �Would you like to go?�
�I- I don�t know,� Cindy said. Her bright, inquisitive eyes clouded
with uncertainty. Yet Veronica thought she detected a sense of
unsatisfied mischief in the girl, even now, beneath her childish confusion.
�It is a place of absolute luxury,� Veronica said gently to Cindy. She
let her hand reach out and touch the girl on her shoulder. Cindy was
wearing a pink sweater. It was summer outside but cold in the air-
conditioned office. �But it is a place of other absolutes too,� Veronica
added. �Absolute pleasure, unhampered by the niceties of civilization.�
Veronica watched as Cindy�s eyes grew wide, then wider still. �Absolute
pain, total submission,� Veronica added, and Cindy�s breath caught in her
supple young throat. �Costumes of exquisite beauty and daring simplicity.
For they are noted not for what they conceal but for what they leave
uncovered,� Veronica said. She let her hand fall from Cindy�s shoulder,
extending a finger as she did so. It touched Cindy�s breast. To Veronica�s
surprise the girl did not say,
�Don�t!� as another child her age might have. Instead she continued
to listen eagerly, albeit with a kind of shocked shyness too. Her lips,
seemingly pursed in a kind of endless O, looked lovely to Veronica. She
wished to kiss them and suddenly, impulsively, right there in the office,
she did. Once more Cindy had an opportunity to say,
�Don�t!� but she didn�t. When Veronica�s lips left Cindy�s, the
woman�s breath exhaling into Cindy�s excitedly open mouth, mingling with
the girl�s sweet exhalations, Veronica knew she had her.
�Do you like romance?� Veronica asked Cindy.
�Yes!� the girl cried abruptly, and her mouth seemed to lean forward
and follow Veronica�s, as the woman drew back. At the same time she felt
the pressure of Cindy�s bosom. The girl was pushing her breasts out more,
inhaling now, her figure a picture of artless desire.
�There is a little bit there, but not perhaps as much as a female
would wish,� Veronica said. �Love is overshadowed always by physicality.
A young girl like yourself must not misapprehend,� Veronica continued.
�There are men there.� Cindy�s nipples rose, beneath her sweater.
Veronica, whose finger was already lightly touching Cindy�s right nipple,
pressed a finger into her ardent breast. She depressed the nipple as if it
were an elevator push button, a thing, unconnected to any human mind.
�Oooh!� Cindy gasped.
�You will be asked to do things,� Veronica told the girl.
�Like type?� Cindy asked. Veronica laughed. She lifted her other
hand and pressed a finger to Cindy�s other nipple, indenting them both now,
provoking another pretty �Oooh!� from the girl.
�No,� Veronica said. Several strands of her blonde hair had gotten
into her eyes. She tossed them back, out of the way, exuding her
confident, professional air as she did so. �Here you are a girl with a mind,
with a home, with parents. There you would be just a body,� Veronica
said. She looked into Cindy�s wide eyes and wondered if the girl were
absorbing this point, or if the girl was too aroused with Veronica�s
fingers, which were now gently circling and stroking the girl�s upraised
nipples. �Some consideration will be given to your feelings, to your youth
and inexperience,� Veronica said. �But surely not as much as a well
brought up woman like you would expect. You will have duties there, just
as you do here. But the difference is that here you are told to do this, or
do that. There is a little of such direction there but much more one�s duty
is simply to receive, with as little complaint as possible,� Veronica said.
�To receive?� Cindy asked, her breath warm as it flowed out with
her question, bathing Veronica�s face, which had drawn close to her kiss
her again. The kiss was planted, on the child�s lovely red beestung lips.
Cindy accepted it without complaint. Veronica smiled.
�Yes. Like that,� Veronica said. �But it will not be merely a
woman�s lips kissing you there.�
�Oh!� Cindy said. Concern clouded her features again.
�As I said, there will be men there,� Veronica went on. She looked
into the girl�s face. It was still oval-shaped, prettily fatted with the
flesh and innocent cheeks of youth. In the delicate features she perceived
frowns, worried lips, startled cries and pitiable screams, all waiting to
burst forth. She was a child still in experience, that was obvious, yet she
had adult dreams, did she not, in her bed at night, hugging her favorite
teddy bear? Veronica had had such dreams, til quite recently in fact, for
after a long Catholic school girlhood, followed by an errant foray into
feminism, she had at long last arrived at the pleasures of adulthood. Of
men. Love, romance, all the pretty things girls dream about, plus some
they dare not confess: sex, the raw and torrid kind, and the games people
play, men and women, when they are naked together. �After all that I have
said, do you still want to come?� Veronica asked Cindy. The girl�s eyes
flashed. Veronica felt the thump of her heart, so fast! �You do not need to
answer,� Veronica told the girl. �Do as I say and you will agree, or not, if
you wish not to. Hold still,� Veronica said. She took a finger off Cindy�s
right breast. She reached down and raised the girl�s skirt. Cindy had
started with skirts falling below the knee when the summer began. Now,
in mid-july, they were above her thigh and rising, becoming almost too
short to allow. Veronica pulled Cindy�s skirt up with the utmost delicacy,
as if unwrapping a living gift. The girl gasped as her panties came into
view. To Veronica�s astonishment they were not white, like a school
girl�s, but rather made of black silk. �Oh my,� Veronica said. She looked
up from the girl�s panties, keeping her skirt raised. Cindy had turned red
in the face. �I want you to hold your skirt up,� Veronica said to the girl.
Wordlessly, Cindy obeyed. Gently Veronica pulled down Cindy�s black
panties. She stopped at the girl�s knees, letting the fabric bind her pretty
legs there. Veronica eased Cindy back a little to give herself room. Then
she rose out of her chair.
�Wh- what are you doing?� Cindy asked.
�I�m going to make sure the office door is locked,� Veronica
answered. Cindy�s eyes followed the woman as she walked to the door.
She checked it, then went down the cubicle-formed hallway inside the
office to check the back door. When she returned to her desk, Cindy was
still standing in front of it, holding her skirt up.
�Spread your legs,� Veronica told the girl. Cindy gulped. At first
she did nothing and then, when the woman patted her exposed rump, she
obeyed, awkwardly, her high heels hindering her as she strove to open her
legs wider without losing her balance. She could open only so far; her
panties, hugging her knees, prevented her from standing as widely as she
might have in her school�s cheerleader practise. �Now bend your knees.
Put your bottom out more,� Veronica told the girl. Again Cindy obeyed.
Her face was quite red now; she was clearly quite embarrassed, but
Veronica could see that, in the privacy of the office at least, with a
trusted friend, she was willing to comply.
For ever since Cindy had arrived, at the beginning of June, she had
looked up to Veronica. The blonde woman could feel the young girl�s
adulation and she quietly reciprocated. Whenever Cindy needed training,
with typing or making out a spreadsheet or even just using the copier, she
always went to Veronica. And the woman, no matter how busy she was,
always stopped what she was doing and helped her. Now it was as if
Veronica was helping Cindy again, the same feeling of trust was present.
It was not even lost when Veronica, seeing that Cindy had thrust back her
bare bottom with suitable poise, slapped her hard on her cheeks.
�OOoch!� Cindy cried. The cheeks of her face exploded with
outflowing breath as her bottom bounced to the slap. Veronica watched
the girl�s bottom tighten reflexively. Cindy obviously wanted to reach
back and grab herself, to assuage the sting with her hands, to ask why
such a punishment had been delivered, but Veronica snapped,
�Keep holding your skirt!� She pressed her fine long nails to the
girl�s flinching ass. She rubbed it a little with her warm fingers, feeling
the touch of heat her slap had imparted. Then she said, �I�m going to do it
again, Cindy. Do you think you�re ready for another?�
�NO!� Cindy said loudly, in a heartfelt voice.
�Nonetheless I�m going to do it again, Cindy,� Veronica insisted.
Still smoothly rubbing the girl�s bottom, which flexed furiously with both
fear and a touch of pain from the earlier slap, she asked,
�Have you ever been spanked before?� The response was immediate.
�NO!� Cindy cried.
�When you feel my hand again I want you to imagine something much
harder,� Veronica said. �This is but a taste of what awaits you at the
party, what awaited me, indeed, on my first time. Are you ready?�
�No,� Cindy gasped, but her bottom arched back as if in preparation
for what she was to receive. With a pleased look on her face, not at all
unhappy with the girl�s performance, Veronica brought her hand down
considerably more swiftly.
Whack! Veronica�s bare hand stung as she hit Cindy�s bottom. For
the girl, the effect of this new slap was like being slammed with a jolt of
electricity. It hurt, and the pain seemed to shoot right up her spine from
her bottom and make her nipples poke more into her sweater. At the same
time, between her legs, her pussy lips seemed to reverberate with the
sting, clinging to each other as if for protection against a slap to be
delivered there. Again Cindy felt a sudden urge to drop her skirt. But this
time the wish to assuage her bottom was outweighed by a desire to frig
herself between her legs with her fingers.
�Ooooh! Ooooh!� Cindy yelled with what Veronica could only call
sweet abandon. The youngster�s bottom alternately swung forward and
then arched back again with the burning sensation delivered by her hand.
Her cheeks waggled, hunched one second and opening wide the next, then
tightening again, as if trying to clamp at the air with her succulent
cheeks. On those cheeks Veronica could now see the print of her hand, red
upon creamy white.
�Stay open for me, Cindy,� Veronica admonished the girl. She went
from behind her to her desk drawer. Her cheeks puffing, Cindy watched the
woman as she opened her drawer. The computer was still humming, but
both women ignored it now as it announced cheerily,
�You�ve got mail!�
With slightly frightened, inquisitive eyes, Cindy saw Veronica draw
a feather out of her desk drawer. It was long and pretty, a flamingo
feather. It seemed just the perfect length to fit into Veronica�s drawer
without being bent and the woman now twirled it before Cindy�s eyes.
�Imagine this is something much longer and harder than this,�
Veronica smiled at Cindy. Guiltily the girl watched as the feather was
slowly inserted between her legs. Then up it went, and Cindy nearly
exploded as it touched, ever so cautiously, to her cunny.
�OOOOOOH!� Cindy cried out in her loudest voice yet.
�Quiet! The janitor will hear you,� Veronica cautioned. Then she
began a slow exploration of the girl�s cunt lips, first on the outside of
them, tracing their small delicacy, then within, just a little, the feather�s
pointed tip producing new outbursts from Cindy, both loud fevered moans
and even animal grunts. �Oh my,� Veronica said. Suddenly there was a
knock on the office�s front door. Veronica looked up. A worried frown
creased her forehead. �Pull up your panties, there�s someone at the door,�
Veronica scolded Cindy. The tone of her voice made the girl think of her
mother, catching her doing something indecent, like running naked in front
of her mother�s boyfriend when she was 5-years-old. Veronica left the
girl�s side. Cindy, looking mortified, dropped her dress. She then yanked
on her panties. They seemed stuck round her legs as her hands tried to
pull them up. She was still working them up, awkwardly, her eyelashes
fluttering and her heart pounding wildly, when Veronica opened the door.
�Yes?� Veronica asked.
�Oh, it�s you. I thought I heard something,� a voice said.
Immediately Cindy recognized the voice; it was the janitor! He was a man
of about 60 years of age. It was reputed that he had a crush on Mrs.
Johanson. To everyone�s surprise she was not indifferent to the attention,
despite being well above the man in both income and education. The
janitor came in, clearly delighted to see such a beautiful creature as
Veronica, wanting to see more, though perhaps wishing he had found Mrs.
Johanson here instead? Then his eyes alighted on Cindy. A grin, already
on his face, dimmed a little. �Are you alright?� he asked. For the young
girl clearly looked out of sorts. Her hair fell all about her shoulders, and
streamed down over her bosom as well as down her back, a little wildly,
as if she had been exerting herself in some emergency. Her face was
flushed, almost beet red now as the embarrassment of being spanked was
amplified by the shock at being overheard. Her eyes were as wild as her
hair, roving first to the janitor and then to Veronica and then back to the
60-year-old man again. She still had her hands up under her skirt, trying
hard to straighten her black silk panties, her skirt hardly hiding the
dishevelment beneath. Her chest, wrapped in a lovely pink sweater, moved
rapidly with her breath up and down. Her nipples, despite being covered by
the sweater and also by a filmy bra underneath were noticeably risen.
Even her legs betrayed her stunned, anxious attitude, for their long perfect
length seemed to wobble as she stood there, in her black high heels, behind
Veronica�s desk.
�Just a little problem,� Veronica said to the janitor. She smiled at
the man. He had been known to keep more than one secret over the years
and she toyed with letting him in on another. Briefly she glanced back at
Cindy. It would be a good test for the girl. Good training if she passed,
and a good way to eliminate her if she was unsuitable for the party.
�A problem? What sort of problem?� the janitor asked. Veronica
gazed serenely at the man�s eyes. A smile touched her lips. No doubt he
was expecting, even with his knowledge of the occasional secret, a
problem with the trash or perhaps with the coffee pot. After all, there
were only two girls here. Most secrets involved a liaison between a man
and a woman.
�I had to spank Cindy,� Veronica told the janitor. Behind the woman,
behind her desk, there was a sudden shocked outcry.
�What?!� Cindy gasped. The janitor looked as surprised as the girl
sounded.
�What?� he said.
�I�m afraid that for reasons that will have to remain private, I had
to spank Cindy�s bottom,� Veronica explained to the janitor. �And now I
would like to punish her a little bit more. It is something I cannot do
myself. I am wondering if you would be willing?� Veronica asked the man.
�S- Sure,� the man, whose name was Harvey, said. Veronica smiled
at the power she felt, both over him and the girl standing at her desk.
�Do you have a condom?� Veronica asked Harvey. There was an
immediately squeal behind Veronica. The woman turned around and
snapped,
�Quiet!� When Cindy gave the woman a scared, questioning look, she
added, �There are janitors on the other floors. Would you like them to
come too?�
�Nooo,� Cindy managed to gasp in reply, after a moment. Looking
rather like a hillbilly digging for chewing tobacco, Harvey rummaged
through his pockets for a condom.
�I always carry one, in case I get lucky. With, uh, Mrs. Johanson,�
Harvey added. He blushed a little, and more when he did in fact locate the
lone condom he carried. It was in his back pocket, wrapped in a half-used
cleaning rag. �Here it is!� Harvey beamed.
�Put it on,� Veronica told him.
�But Veronica!� Cindy blathered. The woman turned around and
looked at her.
�Are you a virgin?� Veronica asked the girl.
�Yessss!� Cindy said, with as much desperate emphasis on the word
�yes� as she could muster.
�How about your mouth?� Veronica said to the girl.
�Never!� Cindy answered. There was a sound of unzipping. Harvey
was undoing his fly. With one hand, Veronica reached back and took Harvey
by the lapel of the work jacket he was wearing. Then she pulled him
forward, his hands meanwhile ripping open the condom and pulling it over
his penis. While he might not have become swiftly erect with Mrs.
Johanson, he had no trouble, despite his age, sporting an immediate
erection in the presence of Veronica. And Cindy! His eyes glowed at the
young girl as he approached her. His penis stuck out, ruler straight and
ready for action, albeit covered now neatly in latex.
�We must not have any messes. You understand,� Veronica said
quietly to Harvey. Then to Cindy, in the same delicate voice, she said,
�You must learn to take whatever is offered. Not in your private life, but
at our party. You must have no reservations. Your qualms must be only
those allowed to a girl of your youth and inexperience. Even then, much is
expected. Open your mouth,� Veronica told the girl. She had reached out
to straighten Cindy�s hair a little as she spoke to her. When the girl did
not do as she was told, Veronica let go of her hair and reached up to her
mouth with her fingers. The girl fought her, a kind of bitter defiance
showing suddenly in her eyes, but Veronica managed to prise Cindy�s lips
apart. When the girl saw the battle was lost, she unclenched her jaws,
opened her pretty teeth. �I want you to kneel down. Take him in your
mouth and suck him until he comes,� Veronica told Cindy. Reluctantly the
girl allowed Veronica, pressing now with one hand on her shoulder, to push
her down onto the floor. The office had a plush shag carpet and as Cindy
felt her knees touch the carpet, and her fingers also, her hands reaching
down to steady herself, she kept her mouth open. Inexplicably, she
thought, gazing up at Veronica with a worried look in her eyes. �Look at
Harvey�s penis,� Veronica told her. Cindy obeyed. There was an agonized
look in her eyes now as she beheld the member. It was big; doughty and
hard as a board.
�There is no harm in sucking it. He has the condom on,� Veronica
purred to the girl at her feet. �Take him now. Lean forward and take
him,� Veronica told Cindy. Anxiously Cindy leaned forward. Veronica put
her fingers to the girl�s lips again, for they were threatening to close.
She prised Cindy open once more and then Harvey lunged forward, his lance
eager.
�GOOOOO!� Cindy gurgled, in a loud voice, as the rampant male
member plunged into her lips. It was her first cock; her first anywhere,
except for the cock of her mother�s boyfriend, which she had once
entertained in her hands at age nine.
�Do not choke her, Harvey, but do not go too easy on her either. She
must learn,� Veronica told the janitor. Harvey shoved himself in more
deeply. There was another cry from Cindy. It sounded like the frightened
bleat a lamb makes when it first tastes the farmer�s shears. Finding
himself a quarter of the way in, Harvey now withdrew a little, showing
some skill in the matter. This allowed Cindy to gulp a breath, over his
jaw-widening cock. Then the man plunged in again, and Cindy felt him
push all the way back to her tonsils.
�OOOOK!� Cindy said, and nearly retched. But Veronica was leaving
the two to their own devices, now, for her attention had once more trained
itself further back. She reached down and lifted Cindy�s short skirt. The
girl let out a yell as she felt her pantied bottom exposed. But her next
yell, when she felt her undies pulled down, baring her ass, was silenced,
by the thick length of Harvey�s cock plunging into her throat!
�Mmmm, such a nice ass,� Veronica smiled. She retrieved the
feather, which had fallen to the carpet. She aimed it back between Cindy�s
legs as Harvey negotiated with the girl, silently and unspeaking, about
how deep he could put himself into her. He was indeed striving not to
choke her. He heard her retch once, pulled back a little and allowed her to
gulp in another breath. Suddenly, when he had just reinserted himself
almost to her tonsils again, she seemed to nearly burst under him. He
looked and saw Veronica�s wrist and arm making a twirling motion. The
girl was being masturbated! Harvey felt his balls roil. He pulled back.
The sight of the little girl under him getting it at both ends, mouth and
cunt, was almost too much for him.
�Suck. Suck it like you would a lollipop,� Veronica said to Cindy.
The girl, despite her wild eyes, which seemed to be rolling with disbelief
at what was happening to her, obeyed. She fought the urge to vomit and
felt Harvey�s bulk resting just inside her mouth, the remainder of him
sexily exposed beyond her lips. She sucked him. Her cheeks drew in, then
eased a little, then drew in some more. For Harvey, it was a dream come
true. Mrs. Johanson was enjoyable, but this little girl, nervous in her
obvious innocence, was pure heaven. And Veronica, poised over her and
urging her to mess herself between her legs, was unbelievable. Harvey
felt himself lose control. He jetted suddenly, the condom catching his
urgency and holding it within the latex. The covering bulged with his seed,
but it didn�t break. Cindy looked quite grateful for the durability of the
condom when she was allowed to stop sucking and remove her lips. But
her ass arched backward more ardently than ever, despite her nudity, and
her legs strove to widen despite the panties ringing her thighs.
�Ooooh! Ooooh! Oooh!� Cindy gasped, almost howling now as the
feather worked its magic. Her bare legs were trembling as never before.
With her free hand Veronica suddenly raised her own skirt and shoved
down her panties; just a little, just enough to finger herself!
�Sweet Jesus!� Harvey cried. Despite having just cum, he began to
stiffen again. Veronica threw her head back and gasped at the ceiling;
never, however, losing her posture as she continued to bend close to Cindy
and give her the feather.
�This is an outrage!� a voice suddenly cried. Everyone looked up. It
was Mrs. Johanson. Her sturdy frame stood in the door, petunia-shaped,
inverted however, owing to her age. Her grey hair was done up in a proper
matronly bun. Her attire however was an elegant dress, for she was after
all an executive secretary. �What is going on here?� Mrs. Johnson asked.
Her frowning face and glaring eyes took in Harvey, his penis still out and
covered with the condom. She had only to move a little to one side, out of
the doorway, to see the entire affair behind the desk: not only Harvey,
who foolishly turned and showed the woman his cock, but Veronica, her
hand inbetween her legs, lifting her skirt with her wrist, and still holding
the feather in her other hand. On her knees, burying her face now in the
carpet out of shocked embarrassment, was little Cindy. Her bottom was
upraised, showing its bare cheeks, complete with the fading handprint
Veronica had given her earlier. With her legs spread, Cindy offered herself
to the woman�s feather. When she did not feel it move she was too close
to bliss to allow herself rest. She thrust back one of her own hands and
began playing in her cunt, right there in front of Mrs. Johanson.
�Ooooh! Ooooh! Oooh!� Cindy bleated. She completed her pleasure,
thinking not only of the grey-haired woman who stared down at her but of
what she was surely letting herself in for. It sounded so awful, and yet so
dangerously tantalizing! Could she really do it, allow herself to be used by
men, like she had just been used by Harvey? Thrills of joy rushed through
her, just like they sometimes did when she lay alone and desperate in her
bed at home, thinking of a favorite boy, but unwilling to give him what he
yearned for. Could she do such a thing now? Somehow the idea of being
presented to older men left her feeling marvelously guiltless. Yes, from
Veronica�s words she had already guessed the guys at the party wouldn�t
be her age. Nor would they be the age of any of the older boys that she
liked at her high school. They would be experienced, mature men, like her
mother�s boyfriend! What would they do to her? How would they treat
her? Veronica had said they would spank her, but much harder than that
which she had received today! And they would, yes, she was sure of it--
they would fuck her! With things much bigger and more demanding than
Veronica�s feather. And of course they would use her mouth, that was the
easiest and most guilt free for them wasn�t it? Her pretty mouth, her
narrow supple throat. Would they wear condoms when they plunged into
her mouth or would they---?
�Ooooh! Oooh! Oooooh!� Cindy shouted. She felt the shag rug
pressing against her face and imagined its many long tendrils were sperm,
coating her face and insistent in their touch, drenching her, completing
her pleasure even as she imagined men showering her with themselves.
�Ooooh,� Cindy gasped at last, raising her face up, this final �Ooooh� more
restrained than the others, a sense of embarrassment now turning her face
red again. Redder even than when Harvey had found her.
�I�m sowwy,� Cindy gasped to Mrs. Johanson, who had come close and
now seemed to tower over her.
�I want you both in my office. Skirts up, panties down,� Mrs.
Johanson barked. She looked at little Cindy, kneeling on the floor, then at
Veronica, her hand finally out from her undies, straightening her skirt.
The feather lay on the floor again.
�But-- Mrs. Johanson!� Veronica said. The woman ignored her, turned
to Harvey.
�Get me a ruler,� she told her sometime lover. Harvey tried to
protest, then thought better of it and went for the door. He had just
managed to restore his trousers when, passing out through the door,
another janitor hailed him from down the hall.
�I say! Did a jumbo jet crash up here or something?� the voice
asked. Harvey stood stunned outside the doorway for a moment, then
called suddenly,
�No, a rat! Two actually.�
�Shit!� the voice answered.
�Don�t worry. I got them,� Harvey said.
�You want me to go get some bait?� the voice asked.
�No. Not necessary. They were actually pets. Brought in by the
owner�s son. I caught them both, though.�
�Oh.� A pause. �I didn�t know the owner had a son.�
�Well, somebody�s son. Go back down and clean your floor.
Everything�s under control here.�
Several minutes later Harvey stood eagerly to one side in Mrs.
Johanson�s private office. Her office door was shut, and locked, as were
the office doors beyond. Harvey had checked them twice to make sure
nobody else walked in unannounced. The grey-haired woman looked gravely
at the two younger women poised bottom-up over the front of her desk.
They had done as she�d asked, though not without additional protests from
both. Their skirts were up round their waists, held there by pins from Mrs.
Johanson�s hair. Their panties, black satin for Cindy and pure white silk
for Veronica, ringed their ankles. They both still wore their high heels.
Cindy�s were black like her panties. Veronica�s were white, matching her
sweater and her undies. In addition Veronica wore thigh-high stockings,
tan in color, sheathing her perfect long legs. Mrs. Johanson had allowed
the woman to keep her stockings up, had even required her to pull them
taut. Harvey marvelled at the sight of the two females.
�I am not going to ask the reason for your shocking conduct,� Mrs.
Johanson told the two women. �And I�m going to spare you the black mark
of having it reported to management. This is a professional office. I
expect professionalism at all times from my subordinates. Especially in
the typing pool!� the woman added, for as a private executive secretary
she had other executive secretaries under her. �You are both young. Some
indiscretions are no doubt allowable, but two girls masturbating is not! I
would have preferred finding you both with a man, though NOT with my
man!� Mrs. Johanson added. She tested the ruler Harvey had brought her,
slicing the air with it. The sound made both bottoms in front of her flinch.
�We will settle this in the same carnal way the sin was committed,� Mrs.
Johanson told the two women. �Then we shall hear nothing more of it.
Are you two ready?� Cindy looked around, peering over her shoulder.
�Will- will it hurt?� Cindy asked. Her voice quavered fearfully.
�It is meant to, dear,� Mrs. Johanson answered. There was
compassion in her voice, enough to reassure Cindy, who looked forward
again and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Veronica reached for her hand,
took it. Cindy felt the woman�s grip and sighed. If only she had not read
that naughty message, this wouldn�t be happening to her!
�Mirabelle, this isn�t necessary,� Veronica said to Mrs. Johanson,
without however looking back. For wasn�t this just the most choice way
to complete little Cindy�s introduction to the party? Mrs. Johanson knew
nothing of it, of course, she was not meant to. She was too old. But
Veronica would bear up under the ruler if it would determine once and for
all whether Cindy was truly ready for what Veronica had proposed. The
men could be difficult and cruel. Veronica could not control all their
moods. She could barely stand them, sometimes, when they turned their
need for pain-enhanced pleasure on her; forcibly raping her, beating her,
savoring the humiliations they required her to endure, both great and
small. Yet for all her suffering at the parties, and she had only been to
two of them, Veronica never felt more utterly female there. When she left
she seemed expanded in her femininity, so much so that she had even taken
to buying a bondage encyclopedia at her local bookstore. It was full of
perversions even greater than those that the men had subjected her to.
When she was finished reading it she handed it over to a man at work, a
man who went to the parties. She told him she felt guilty for having read
it. He promised to help her expiate her guilt at the next party.
Whack! Veronica�s thoughts were suddenly shattered by the feeling
of wood slamming into her bottom. She screamed. It was so unexpected,
this sudden contact, despite her lowered panties and her raised skirt. Her
hand let go of Cindy�s. It flew back, along with her other hand, to clap
itself to her wounded ass.
Whack! Sounded again, but this time it was the girl beside Veronica
who screamed. Cindy had never felt such pain! It was as if an extremely
harsh, narrow seat had suddenly been planted against her ass, except that
it bounded away as soon as she bucked at the awful sting.
�Whooo Hoooo!� Cindy shouted. She was sure the janitor on the floor
below could hear her as she shook her burning bottom. Her hands flew
back and cupped herself. Ah! The very touch of her fingers seemed to
inflame the sting!
�Keep your hands away, or I�ll smack them,� Mrs. Johanson said. She
waited however for the two females to finish rubbing themselves. When
at last, at another barked command from her, their hands slipped back
under their breasts, she aimed her ruler. �Three more,� Mrs. Johanson
said. �I want you both to remember this when you�re sitting and typing
tomorrow.�
�Oh I will not be able to sit at all!� Cindy wailed, and for her
outburst Mrs. Johanson gave her one, then another, in rapid succession.
�Ooooch! Whoooo!� Cindy howled, and tears were streaming down her
face when her hands flew again to cover her ass.
Whack! Whack! Two blows assailed Veronica, even as Cindy moaned
with pain beside her.
�That counts as one,� Mrs. Johanson informed the two women. �Any
unneeded outbursts will give you both double treatment!�
The punishment continued, and there was no love in it, as there
sometimes was at the party. Neither female thought she could hold out
for the final two strokes. There was something truly awful in being
disciplined in this way, but how could they protest? Had they not seduced
Mrs. Johanson�s lover? Had they not been caught in what the older woman
surely took for a lesbian act, that of mutual masturbation? They did not
wish to quit the company, certainly Veronica didn�t, for all her partying
friends worked here. And little Cindy was too new to the world of work to
think of quitting. However much she might scream at the ruler, it seemed
to her very much deserved, especially after she had made herself cum
right in front of Mrs. Johanson! So the final strokes were delivered, and
then both woman lay over the desk for some time, crying, and holding
hands again, and finally kissing. When Mrs. Johanson was satisfied that
the two women were truly remorseful, albeit just a little bit lezzie again,
she had them straighten up and restore their clothing. Then Veronica and
Cindy left, hand in hand and looking quite chastened when they met one of
the other janitors in the elevator, going down.
�Those must have been some rats,� the janitor said to the two
disheveled women.
�It was awful,� Veronica said.
�Awful!� Cindy echoed. Meanwhile upstairs Mrs. Johanson, so stern
minutes earlier with the girls, now raised her own dress and lowered her
panties.
�Ah, God, Harvey! What a pleasure it was to give those young ladies
their due,� Mrs. Johanson confessed to her lover.
�Yes, I enjoyed it very much,� Harvey agreed.
They sat in a coffee shop, the two women, the next day after work.
Both of them had been punctual to leave work; they didn�t want a repeat of
yesterday�s affair.
�A man will come to get you,� Veronica said to Cindy. She blew on
her coffee, observing the girl�s expression.
�Someone from work?� Cindy asked.
�No,� Veronica smiled. �That would be too easy, don�t you think?�
Cindy nodded, though she didn�t know why she was agreeing with the
woman. Going along with Veronica had already earned her a wounded
bottom, which was only now becoming comfortable to sit upon, after a
rather long and pained day at work. Her only consolation in the matter,
regarding her behind, was that Veronica, the woman she had come to
idolize, had suffered right along with her!
�You will not know him,� Veronica said. She handed Cindy a key.
�This is for the hotel. You are to go there. Wait for the man. He will
come for you.�
�And then?� Cindy gulped. She looked at the key. Whether by
accident or design, the number on it read �666�.
�Then he may have requirements for you, or he may not,� Veronica
said. She tossed back her lovely head, clearing the blonde strands of hair
from in front of her eyes. �In any event you will both board a flight at
four o�clock. I�ve already arranged for all of us to be only at work for an
hour in the morning on Friday.� She smiled. �Mrs. Johanson thinks its a
conference.�
�A conference?� Cindy asked.
�For secretarial duties, and management,� Veronica said. Then her
brow furrowed a little and she said, �Your parents understand that you�ll
be away for the entire weekend, including Monday and Tuesday?� Cindy
nodded. Then a grin lit up her child�s features.
�Mom thinks it�s a secretaries and management thingie. A...
conference,� Cindy said, exploring the new meaning of the word as she
spoke it, for always before this �conference� had meant something
between her mother and her teacher at school.
�And your dad?� Veronica asked.
�I don�t have a dad,� Cindy said.
�Oh,� Veronica nodded, remembering. And as she recalled Cindy�s
one-parent family arrangement she wondered if that was another of the
reasons Cindy had agreed to come along to the party. Veronica had a dad,
but he had been away a lot when she was younger. She felt a craving for
men�s attention that she wasn�t sure other women felt. Did little Cindy
feel the same way?
�It will hurt, won�t it?� Cindy asked in a suddenly solemn voice.
�What will, dear?� Veronica asked.
�The spanking,� Cindy said.
�Oh. You mean at the party,� Veronica smiled, letting her mind come
back to their shared future, after pausing momentarily to see in her
mind�s eye her father. �It will be like you�ve already experienced, dear,�
Veronica said, but she could feel the lie on her lips as she spoke. It would
be worse. She hated to tell the girl that; she didn�t want her to back out.
Yet she didn�t want to deny her the truth, either. She wished to preserve a
bit of the girl�s innocence, enough to tickle the men, without leaving her
feeing betrayed. Veronica reached out and took Cindy�s hand. Actually,
she took her wrist, as one might hold a skittish child who was facing a
busy street. �You will be both proud and frightened,� Veronica told Cindy,
the girl staring at her wide-eyed. �Like with Mrs. Johanson. Did you not
feel just a little awful pride at doing yourself right in front of her?�
Cindy gasped. �A little?� Veronica pressed. The girl blushed a deep red
and hung her head.
�A likkle,� Cindy said, her voice lisping. �She�s so old,� Cindy added.
Veronica gripped the girl�s wrist. �And when she struck you with the
ruler?�
�That hurt!� Cindy said, looking up again. She squirmed in her seat.
�My bottom still hurts,� she added. A person drinking coffee at another
table looked over at them.
�Shhhh!� Veronica said. She smiled. �With proper training you will
learn to savor it, not in the application but afterward,� Veronica said.
�Even if I can�t sit down?� Cindy asked, still in a too-loud voice.
�Shhhh!� Veronica scolded. �You will be able to sit down, silly, after
a little while. You are sitting down right now,� Veronica said. �Even I am
sitting down, and she hit me harder than she hit you.�
�No she didn�t. She hit us both the same,� Cindy said.
�Ah, do I sense a touch of pride in your voice?� Veronica asked. She
beamed at the girl. �There is pride in taking the most, especially when a
man delivers it,� Veronica said.
�I don�t think so,� Cindy countered, but Veronica hoped she sensed a
contradiction in the girl�s eyes.
�There is pride in taking the biggest too,� Veronica told Cindy.
�I�m going to be a virgin forever,� Cindy promised Veronica.
Despite her pledge to eternal maidenhood, Cindy found herself
immured in room 666 on Friday, just after noon. Veronica had seen to it
that the girl visited the beauty parlor after checking in at work. Together
they�d enjoyed the pleasures of the place and then moved on to lunch.
Veronica took Cindy to a very expensive restaurant, just the two of them,
but despite enjoying the view, for it was atop the Mercantile Building,
which was 90 stories, Cindy didn�t eat very much. After lunch Veronica
bid her goodbye, after calling a cab to take her to the hotel. Veronica
would not accompany her. Cindy must decide for herself, without any
influence or coercion, that she wanted to go to the party. However
Veronica paid the cab fare, even tipping the driver in advance. Before
Cindy was entirely sure she had made up her mind she was there, standing
in front of the hotel, gripping her purse. A gallant-seeming doorman came
down the hotel steps to get her and ushered her inside. She showed him
the room key; he took her upstairs and showed her the room. She was too
young to realize she should tip him, but he didn�t mind. He left her there
with a grin, to wait for the man who would come for her. He was not a
guest at the parties but he had some vague sense that the young women
who were sometimes left in the room had plans that did not include
staying the night. They always left with a man, sometimes the same man
and sometimes a different man. The man always tipped the doorman
outside, before he went up. It was the sort of tip designed to keep
secrets; the doorman was quite good at it.
Robert Underwood marvelled at the girl. She was the youngest yet.
She was dressed as if for a business function. She wore shades of
conservative blue, except for her stockings and small platform shoes,
with the elevated square heels, which were black. Everything she wore
was new, the shoes without any scuff marks, the stockings pulled taut and
flawless on her ivory legs. Well, they were almost ivory, perhaps beige
was a better description. She had the look of summer on her, but the look
of someone who had spent most of her summer in an office. Robert felt
glad for the chance to get the girl away from the office. He worked in
another building, but he had heard of her beauty. He had no idea it was she
who awaited him in the hotel room. He had thought perhaps it was the girl
who worked in the cafeteria; a quite attractive specimen, as all the girls
were, but nowhere near this one! This little blonde seemed to have all the
right qualities of submissiveness and daring that the role would require,
and was stunningly beautiful besides, though Robert felt a little uneasy at
her youth. Would she be ready for all that the party had to offer her?
Indeed, would require of her? Robert wasn�t sure, but he�d heard she�d
been �broken in a little�. Seeing her now in her quite modest attire, she�d
obviously need a little bit more.
�Hello sir,� Cindy said. She remained seated as Robert walked over
to her. The suite was luxurious; the girl seemed to still be taking in its
sumptuous furniture and original art on the walls. She bowed her head
slightly as he approached. He gazed at her blue long-sleeved jacket, her
matching blue dress, fashionably cut to mid-thigh, her starched white
shirt, covered by the jacket except for its collar. As a kind of flourish,
she wore a long and very broad tie. It was covered in a blue herringbone
pattern. Little dots on her tie, where the herringbones sometimes
converged, gave it the look, from a distance, of being buttoned. As if her
close-fitting jacket and skirt, complete with starched shirt and tie, were
not enough to make her look ready for a fashionable well-clothed function,
she wore atop her head a little hat. It was round, and under it her hair had
been pulled neatly back, held in a ponytail by a blue scrunchie. Barrettes
in the side of her hair, made of blue plastic, made sure that her hair
stayed exactly in place. Looking in a mirror behind her, where he saw the
ponytail and the scrunchie, he saw that her hair was not quite so primly
efficient as he first supposed. The ponytail fell down her back in
luxurious blonde curls. Liberated, they would bounce easily all around her,
down her back and in front of her lovely breasts, which the jacket, even
now, could not hide the protuberance of.
�You are dressed very nicely for the airplane,� Robert said to Cindy.
�Thank you,� the girl replied.
�You know we will be going to Montana for the weekend?�
�Yes,� Cindy said. She looked up at the man. �Including Monday and
Tuesday.�
�Very good,� Robert said. �I want you to get up and get me a drink.
Will you do that for me?� Cindy got up at once out of her chair, and then
was amazed at the speed with which she complied with the man�s request.
She hurried to the wet bar.
�What do you want?� Cindy called over her shoulder. Admiring her
little outfit, Robert, who was now sitting in the chair she had occupied,
said,
�A gin and tonic.� Cindy nodded. Using the rudimentary knowledge
of fixing drinks that her mother�s boyfriend had taught her, she made what
the man requested. She brought it over to him. As she gave it to him and
watched him drink it, the last thing Veronica had said to her flashed
through her mind.
�When you see me again I won�t look like this,� Veronica, who had
been dressed in a very fashionable vest and skirt had told her. �Topless,�
Veronica had said, explaining with a single word how she would look when
they met again. It had produced a gasp from Cindy, which Veronica kissed
away. Then she had paid the cab driver, and left Cindy sitting in the cab
alone, shutting her in by closing the door. Cindy had pressed her nose to
the cab�s window. Veronica had waved, she had waved back.
�Your sister?� the cab driver had asked Cindy.
�No. I mean, yes,� Cindy had said, and her blush had left the cab
driver wondering exactly what her double answer meant.
When Robert had finished his drink, he looked at Cindy, who still
stood before him as if awaiting further orders. In fact the girl was
simply so awed to be alone with a man in a hotel room that she had
remained standing simply to look at him, close up, gazing at his handsome
features as he swallowed down what she had made for him.
�Did you enjoy it?� Cindy asked with girlish innocence when the man
had finished. There was something in her voice that seemed to hint that
she thought this was all that was expected of her. Drinks, perhaps only
one drink. Robert frowned. This girl was awfully young.
�I liked the drink,� Robert said.
�I can make another if you weally need it,� Cindy offered. Robert�s
frown deepened. She was clearly nervous; now she was mangling her
words like a five-year-old! Robert reached out and took the girl�s hand.
She flinched.
�You look very pretty in your clothes,� Robert said to Cindy. �But
I�m afraid our circumstances require more than just a drink or two.� He
gazed into her face with seeming compassion. �Have you ever given a man
a blow job?� Cindy gulped, looked guilty.
�A- A few days ago,� she said. Robert nodded.
�I want you to give me one now. Suck me until I come.� Cindy stood
perplexed, Robert�s hand on her wrist. He squeezed her wrist gently. It
was so lean, so thin! He felt that if he squeezed hard enough his grip could
break it, single-handed. �Do you know how to give a blow job?� Robert
asked Cindy. The girl tossed her head back, making her curls bounce where
they hung down her back.
�Yes,� Cindy told Robert. �I�m waiting for you to put the condom on.�
Robert laughed.
�You�ve only given a blow job to a man wearing a condom?� Robert
asked.
�Yes,� Cindy said, her gaze betraying that that�s how she thought it
was always done. Robert grinned and unzipped himself. His grip on the
girl�s wrist tightened further. She bent suddenly, just a little.
�Ow,� Cindy said. But Robert didn�t let go of her wrist. Instead he
caused her to gasp by unzipping his trousers. He produced his penis. It
was large, she gasped again looking at it. The thing quivered on the air,
fat and long and pulsing. Robert�s put a hand to his erection. He arched its
stiffness higher. He aimed his pee hole at her face.
�You are going to suck me, wearing your pretty clothes,� Robert told
the girl. �You�ll blow me until I come in your face. You�ll have to swallow
if you don�t want to mess what you�re wearing. Now get down!� Robert
said. Cindy complied, though not without uttering another pained,
�Ow!� as Robert pulled her by her wrist to her knees. Kneeling in her
perfect black stockings on the carpet, her dress just touching as she now
bent to take him, she was the picture of submission. Owing to her obvious
inexperience he did not force himself on her. He simply reached for her
face and, clasping her childish cheeks, pulled her forward a little. The
pressure of his hands caused her lips to extrude, her mouth to form an O.
Suddenly Robert felt his tool touch her mouth; she had to open wide to
take him. And then he was in! He warned her again to swallow everything.
There would be no condom to save her nice outfit from being spermed; the
white of her starched collar becoming whiter if she failed, her blue
herringbone tie becoming gaudily speckled, her conservative jacket and
perhaps even her skirt bearing his mark. She sucked; he did not force her
throat but allowed her to control the depth. She could not control the
width, however, and it bothered her, for it felt as if he might somehow
split her wide-spread lips. Then he came, abruptly, sooner than she�d
expected, and she fought valiantly to save her suit. Some of him however
spilled out of her mouth. It got on her collar, ran down her tie, spattered
her jacket and dress. It was not too much for a trip to the bathroom to
solve, however. When she had finished swallowing as much as she could of
him, he congratulated her. He had her zip him up. Then he took her to the
bathroom and wet and towel and wiped himself off her. When he was
finished there were only wet spots where the towel had been used;
perhaps a bit of staining but nothing the casual observer would notice.
Then he brought her, still by her wrist, back out into the suite�s sitting
room.
�Now I want you to take off your clothes,� Robert said. Cindy
blanched.
�But what will I wear on the airplane?� she asked him.
�You won�t wear anything on the airplane,� Robert said. �It�s a
private jet. You will be the only female on the airplane and there will be
myself and four other men.�
�Oh!� Cindy gasped. Before she could utter the word �Veronica�,
Robert filled in the details about her friend.
�She is going on another flight. It�s leaving right now,� Robert said.
He looked down at his watch. �Then the plane will return and pick up the
rest of us,� he said. He looked at the girl. She was indeed young but he
was not going to spare her. He could fly with her sitting beside him,
clothed as she was now, a pampered princess, untouched. But he didn�t
want it that way. It would only needlessly delay the inevitable. �Take off
all your clothes,� Robert said. �Your jacket, your tie, your shirt, your bra
and panties. And your hat, of course. Unpin your hair, take that scrunchie
out of it, let it down. I want you to serve me my next drink bare-assed, as
you will be in front of the men, on the airplane.� Cindy obeyed, not
comprehending why she did, perhaps only because she knew he had locked
the suite�s door when letting himself in. When she had stripped to her
stockings and shoes, folding her things neatly and placing them on a
nearby chair, he stopped her. He told her to leave her stockings and shoes
on, she didn�t have to take them off. She felt a little relief; though why
she wasn�t sure. Her bottom bulged no less behind her, despite the
stockings. Her pubic bush was no less on view. Her titties were as
bouncily visible as ever. She tugged at her stockings; they were thigh-
high elastic ones that needed no garters or belt. Robert admired her as
she fidgeted with her stocking tops. Then he cleared his throat and,
looking at her as she stood only a short distance from him, her back
slightly to him as she folded her clothes, he told her this: �I want you to
contemplate what the men and I can do to you on the airplane. If you fail
in any way to please us,� he said. Looking directly at her ass, which was
white as milk and perfectly split between, he said, �There will be no
protection for your bottom. I do not mean to shock you, but there will be a
chain provided for your wrists, to keep your hands always in front of you.
The chain will be long enough to allow you to fix drinks. But it will be too
short for you to reach around and defend yourself, your ass I mean. For
your mouth, if you complain when we hit you, and we will certainly do
that, for nobody�s perfect, there will be a gag. You will have some choice
in the matter. A cloth gag, black, to match your pretty stockings and
shoes. Or a red rubber ball gag, to match your lips.�
�Oh!� Cindy gasped. She wasn�t sure whether to believe the man or
not. But when he told her to fetch him a Coke, she obeyed immediately,
despite her frightened eyes and the way she walked unsteadily now in her
black heels. Robert downed the Coke she brought him, all in one lusty gulp.
Then, with his cock beginning to tent his trousers, he told Cindy to
practise walking back and forth in front of him.
�You�re too wobbly,� Robert said to the girl. �I don�t want you
falling over in those heels on the airplane.�
Cindy practised walking in her heels. She had bought them new
yesterday, with money Veronica had insisted on giving her. In fact she had
bought the whole outfit, now folded over the chair, with money Veronica
had given her. But the woman had not told her what to buy, even when
Cindy had pressed her, letting her make up her own mind. Now Cindy felt
somewhat mortified wearing just her birthday suit, plus her new
stockings and shoes, in front of this strange man. Yet she practised as he
told her to, and when he told her to arch her back more, throw her
shoulders back and offer her breasts more, she did so. And when he said
this, she obeyed too,
�Stick out your bottom,� he said. �Wiggle it all around as you walk.
Invite the punishment that�s coming to it. Tease us with the brazenness
of your naked ass. I will spare you in direct proportion to the sauciness
with which you can show your behind. Have you ever had anything put up
it?� Robert asked.
�NO!� the girl cried, stopping her walking suddenly and letting her
hands zip round to her ass.
�Not anything at all, not even a finger?� Robert asked, laughing at he
spoke.
�No,� Cindy said.
�You will not have a virgin bottom when we return,� Robert told
Cindy. For the first time, the girl scowled.
�I thought this was supposed to be romantic,� Cindy said. Nervously
she felt her cheeks. Would they really open them and force something up
them?
�Before there can be romance certain elemental considerations must
be taken care of,� Robert said. �Take your hands off your bottom.� To his
satisfaction, Cindy obeyed, albeit hesitatingly.
�Have you ever ridden a horse?� Robert asked.
�Yes,� Cindy said, frowning. She had taken riding lessons when she
was 12. Her mother had stopped them when she became worried that the
girl liked horses too much, that she might burst her hymen riding one of
the beasts.
�Good,� Robert said. �In that case we will ride horses to the party.
To the house, I mean.� He grinned at the girl. �How many ways are there
to ride a horse?� he asked her.
�T- Two,� Cindy said.
�Side saddle and with your legs spread over the back?� Robert asked.
�Yes,� Cindy said, her frown still remaining. Her hands whisked back
and forth along her stockinged thighs. She longed to again cover her
bottom with them. Then, realizing suddenly that the man could not see her
ass except in a mirror that was some distance behind her, as she was
standing now, she put her hands suddenly over her pussy and breasts.
�Take your hands away!� Robert barked. Cindy gulpingly complied.
�There is another way to ride a horse,� Robert told her. �It is for naughty
little girls who have had too much punishment to ride any other way. It�s
bottom up, lying sideways on your belly over the horse�s back. Pray you do
not have to ride in such an embarrassing fashion, little one, for you
certainly will if you fail to obey me in every particular.�
�Y-Yes,� Cindy gasped.
He made her walk back and forth some more, until she was utterly
wanton with her naked behind, tossing it to and fro like a whore who fucks
without any regard to the amount of money she�s given. This made her
breasts, which were quite large on her small frame, bounce with
extraordinary gracelessness, just as he liked to see them, seemingly
liberated balls which were only by happenstance attached to her chest.
�Now you are the perfect slut,� he congratulated her. �I love the
way your innocent body seems to ask for punishment. Come over here,� he
told her. When she did, he pulled her close, grabbing her by her tits. She
cried out as he seemed to crush her tits in his hands. He had large hands,
not big enough to encompass her breasts completely but big enough to hurt.
He kissed her, on her pretty gasping mouth. When he let go of her breasts,
she stood up again. �I am going to give you something to put on,� he told
her. You will wear it under your clothes, instead of your bra and panties.�
He grinned. �You�ll be without it on the plane, of course. But when we
land, if you�ve been good, by which I mean showing your figure off like an
utter slut, you will be allowed to put these things back on. But only these
things,� he added. He pulled something from his pocket. It seemed mostly
to be made of strings, with only three tiny triangles of fabric wadded up
amidst the strings. Cindy could not restrain giving another gasp as she
took the strings, unwillingly, and began to untangle them.
�It�s a bikini!� Cindy said.
�Yeah,� Robert replied. �You will wear it when we ride horses to the
party house,� he said. �So that you are not utterly nude for any passersby
who might see you, or for that matter for the men who hang around the
small airport we�ll be landing at.�
�But--!� Cindy cried.
�Do not complain,� Robert said. �If you complain you will surely be
hit, too hard for you to sit on the horse. You will have to ride ass-up over
it, the panties pulled down to let your ass cool in the passing air.�
�Oh God!� Cindy said. But there was something poetic in the way
Robert talked of the horse and the air, and her panties at half mast.
Despite her rising fright as she dressed again, in her bikini and then in her
clothes, she half wished she would fail to please him.
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