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CINDY'S BARGAIN
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by J.P. Viddler
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Arnold stood up as Cindy came into his office.
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"What can I do for you, Cindy?" Arnold said.
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"I'd like to talk to you for a minute, Arnold," Cindy said.
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"Okay," Arnold said. "What's it about?"
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"I don't want you to fire my husband," Cindy said.
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"I don't think I can do anything else," Arthur said. "I'm
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sorry, but--"
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"I thought maybe I could talk you out of it," Cindy said.
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"What makes you think that?" Arnod said.
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"I thought that if you could do this for me, I could do
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something for you," Cindy said.
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"Oh?" Arnold said. "What did you have in mind?"
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"This," Cindy said, and she came up against him, pressing
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her body against him, all of her pressing into him, melting
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against his body from shoulders to knees. "This is what I had in
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mind," Cindy said, and she brought her mouth to his and kissed
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him, hard, mouth opening, lips soft and pliant and hungry against
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him, her tongue moving boldly but sensuously into his mouth,
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searching, probing, moving slowly against his tongue, around in
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his mouth, lips clinging, her arms tight around him, panting now
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into his mouth, body squirming against him, kissing him for a
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long time. At last she broke the kiss, slowly, but held her body
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against his. Arnold had an erection, and he knew Cindy could feel
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it probing at her body.
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"That's very persuasive," Arnold said.
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"Yes," Cindy said. "I can tell that it is." And she moved
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her torso against his hardness, her body sliding slowly,
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teasingly from side to side, pushing against it. "You want me,"
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Cindy said. "Don't you, Arnold? You want my body."
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"Of course," Arnold said. "Of course I do. And if I don't
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fire Arthur--"
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"It's yours," Cindy said, still sliding her lower body
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against him, still pressing her breasts hard into his chest,
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still brushing his thighs with her soft smooth thighs.
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"Anything," Cindy said. "Anything you want, Arnold. Anything."
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"Anything?" Arnold said.
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"Anything," Cindy said. "Anything at all."
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"That's good," Arnold said. "Because I have something in
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mind also."
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"What is it?" Cindy said.
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Arnold gently but firmly pushed Cindy away, until she was at
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arm's length. "This," Arnold said, and hit her with his open hand
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across the face, very hard, producing a loud cracking sound and
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causing Cindy to stumble backward across the room, almnost
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falling before awkwardly regaining her balance. A sharp cry of
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astonishment and pain came from her throat. She stood staring at
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him, one hand to her face, her eyes wide.
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"I had that in mind," Arnold said. "How about it, Cindy?"
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Cindy only looked at him for a long moment. Then she spoke.
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"If that's what it takes," Cindy said.
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"Well," Arnold said. "We might be able to make a bargain
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after all."
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"That's what I thought," Cindy said.
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"You have a great body, Cindy," Arnold said.
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"I know," Cindy said.
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"Your breasts are amazing," Arnold said. "The way they stand
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up and out, all round and firm and sexy-looking."
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"Do you want to see them, Arnold?" Cindy said.
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"Yes," Arnold said. "But I'll tell you when, Cindy."
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"All right," Cindy said.
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"And your legs are fabulously sensuous," Arnold said.
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"I know," Cindy said. "Think about having them wrapped
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around you, Arnold."
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"I do," Arnold said. "I think about a lot of things. Your
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mouth, for instance."
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"I'm awfully good with my mouth," Cindy said.
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"I'll just bet you are," Arnold said. "I know you can kiss
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with it. I'll bet you can suck with it."
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"I can suck your brains out with it," Cindy said.
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"And," Arnold said, "I'll bet you can scream with it, too."
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Cindy took a breath.
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"If that's what you want," Cindy said. "I'm sure I can do
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that to your satisfaction as well."
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"Come here, Cindy," Arnold said. "Come here and kiss me
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again."
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Cindy walked up to him slowly, and again pressed her body
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hard against his, breasts mashing on his chest, thighs rubbing
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his, torso pushing into his hard-on, which swiftly began to grow
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again. Again her mouth was on his, open and moving, and her
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tongue was in his mouth, probing, caressing, stroking. Arnold
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kissed her back, passionately, with one arm around her waist,
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holding her against him. His other hand was in her hair, which
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was black and straight and hung almost to her shoulders. Cindy
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moaned softly into Arnold's mouth as her tongue reached for his
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throat, with her breasts flattening still harder against him with
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every panting breath. Arnold clutched a handful of Cindy's hair
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in his hand and closed it into a fist, pulling her hair sharply
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while holding her mouth against his. Cindy's moans got louder,
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and soon became sounds of pain as well as passion. Still kissing
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her, Arnold twisted his fist deliberately, as though trying to
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pull Cindy's hair out of her scalp. Cindy was groaning now,
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groaning and gasping into Arnold's mouth. Arnold held her as she
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was. Cindy pulled her tongue away, and Arnold thrust his into
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that gasping, moaning mouth, mashing her lips, holding her body
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hard against him. Cindy's body was writhing in a new way,
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writhing with pain, and tears fell from her eyes. But she did not
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attempt to pull away from him.
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At last Arnold broke the kiss and stepped back from her; but
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his hand was still in Cindy's hair, although his grip had
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loosened a bit. Cindy was gasping and panting hard, and tears
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were rolling coninuously down her face.
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"That's nice, Cindy," Arnold said. "That's very nice. I
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enjoy kissing you that way."
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Cindy said nothing, but her tear-filled eyes met his without
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dropping.
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Arnold took his hand away. "On your knees, Cindy," Arnold
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said.
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Cindy stood motionless. "I take it," Cindy said, "we have a
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deal."
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Arthur hit her across the face again.
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Cindy rocked, but did not move this time. "Don't touch me
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again, Arnold," Cindy said. "Not until you answer my question."
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"Provided you go through with your part, Cindy. Until I'm
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finished with you."
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"I will," Cindy said.
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"Then we have a deal," Arnold said.
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"All right," Cindy said. And she sank down to her knees in
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front of him.
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Arnold stepped closer, until Cindy's face was almost
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touching his crotch. His hard-on was bulging through his
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trousers. "Suck it, Cindy," Arnold said. "Suck it right through
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the cloth."
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Cindy did as he said, putting her mouth over the lump in his
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pants, taking it in as best she could. Arnold felt her lips
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rubbing him, her tongue licking at him through the cloth. He
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watched her mouthing that stiff protuberance.
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"That's good," Arnold said. "You can stop now."
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Cindy looked up at him. "Shall I take it out, Arnold?" Cindy
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said.
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"No," Arnold said. "Stand up."
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Cindy stood. "Wouldn't you like me to take my clothes off,
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Arnold?" Cindy said. "Don't you want to see me naked?"
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"Do you want me to hit you again?" Arnold said.
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"Not particularly," Cindy said.
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"Then shut up," Arnold said. "I'll tell you what I want to
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see."
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"All right, Arnold," Cindy said.
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"What I want to see right now," Arnold said, "is your legs.
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I always admired your legs, Cindy."
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"I know," Cindy said.
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"I want to see all of them," Arnold said. "Pull your skirt
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up, Cindy. All the way. Pull it up around your waist."
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"All right," Cindy said. She took hold of her skirt, which
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hung just below her knees, showing sinuous, intricately curving
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calves, and slowly, provocatively, pulled it up. Up over her
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knees, up, baring her thighs to him, baring them gradually, the
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sensuous, smooth white shapely enticing nakedness of her thighs,
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pulling it higher, higher, baring all of her thighs, all of her
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legs, pulling it up, up, past her hips, up around her waist.
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Holding it there. Revealing her brief white panties. And her
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long, luscious, sensuously voluptuous legs.
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Arnold looked at Cindy's legs for a long time.
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"Turn around," Arnold said finally. "Slowly. All the way
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around."
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And Cindy did. Arnold watched the delicate sensuous play of
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muscle in Cindy's thighs, the sinuous rippling of flesh as
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Cindy's legs moved, not taking his gaze away from them until
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Cindy was facing him again.
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"You do like them, don't you, Arnold," Cindy said.
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"I do," Arnold said. "I'm looking forward to having them
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wrapped around my waist."
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"Just say the word, Arnold," Cindy said.
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"Oh, I will," Arnold said. "But there's something else I
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want to do to them first."
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"What's that?" Cindy said.
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"Whip the shit out of them," Arnold said.
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"Oh," Cindy said.
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"Don't drop your skirt, Cindy," Arnold said. "Just keep
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holding it just as it is."
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Cindy stood, holding the skirt around her waist. With
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deliberate slowness, Arnold unbuckled his belt. Then Arnold
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pulled it from around his waist, sliding it out of the loops of
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the pants. It was a thick brown leather strap. Cindy, watching
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him, said nothing. Arnold wrapped the belt around his hand twice,
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holding it by the buckle, and let it swing from his hand, finding
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just the length he wanted.
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"Bend over my desk, Cindy," Arnold said. "Don't let your
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skirt go. Hold it where it is, but just turn around and bend
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forward over my desk."
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Cindy stood still for a moment. Then she turned and moved
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slowly to Arnold's desk, and bent over it.
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"All the way, Cindy," Arnold said. "All the way down."
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Cindy, holding her skirt in front of her, bent sharply
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forward, until her face rested on Arnold's desk. her panty-
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covered rear thrust up and out, and her tawny-skinned thighs were
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taut and straining. Arnold took in the sight of her long, bare,
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curvaceous legs.
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"That's good, Cindy," Arnold said. "That's just lovely.
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Don't move now." And Arnold swung his belt swiftly up and back,
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and then brought it down with all the strength of his arm across
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the tight skin of Cindy's upper thigh. It made a sharp cracking
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sound. Cindy's body jumped, and a loud cry came from her mouth.
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Arnold was smiling. "Did that hurt, Cindy?" Arnold said.
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"Christ!" Cindy said. "Yes. It hurt like hell."
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"That's good," Arnold said. "Stay right there, Cindy." And
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he hit her again, just above her knee joint.
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"Oh, Christ! Jesus! Cindy yelped. "Damn it, Arnold--"
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"What, Cindy?" Arnold said. "Is something wrong?"
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"No," Cindy said after a pause. "No, Arnold."
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"Good," Arnold said, and swung the strap again, hitting
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Cindy halfway down those voluptuous thighs. Cindy cried out
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loudly, twisting on the desk, but said nothing. "I love this,"
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Arnold said, and he whipped Cindy's straining thighs again, and
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then again, and again, lashing the strap across the reddening
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flesh, as Cindy yelled and gasped, squirming and rolling on the
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hard unyielding surface of Arnold's desk.
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Cindy's thighs were now striped with the marks of Arnold's
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whipping. Arnold paused to take in that luscious sight.
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"Arnold," Cindy said, gasping and panting. "You'll make me
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scream. I'm going to scream if you don't stop."
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"Good," Arnold said.
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"But--but they'll hear--outside--"
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"I don't care," Arnold said. "Do you care, Cindy?"
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"I--I--" Cindy said.
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"Pull your pants down for me, Cindy," Arthur said. "So I can
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hit your ass."
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"Oh, god," Cindy said. But she brought her hands to the
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waistband of her panties and slid them down her hips, baring her
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round, firm bottom, sticking up provocatively in her bent
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position.
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Arnold lashed his belt down across it. As hard as he could.
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Once. Twice. Three times. Four.
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Cindy screamed.
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"Good," Arnold said. "Now they know"
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Cindy was moaning.
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"All right, Cindy," Arnold said. "You can stand up now."
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Cindy slowly stood, unsteadily, turning to face him, still
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holding her skirt around her waist, with her panties still
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clinging halfway down her thighs.
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"You can strip for me now," Arnold said. "You wanted to show
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me your body, Cindy. Now's your chance. Do it slowly, Cindy."
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"All right, Arnold," Cindy said. She was still breathing
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hard, still swaying slightly on her pain-wracked legs. But she
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still stood proudly, almost defiantly, watching Arnold's avid
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gaze as she began to take off her clothing for him. First she
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discarded her skirt, opening it and letting it drop, and swiftly
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slid the panties down her legs. Although Arnold had now already
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seen all that was thus revealed, Cindy in just a blouse, naked
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below the waist, was a fabulously erotic sight. And Cindy knew
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it. Turning slowly before him, Cindy smiled slightly at his rapt
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attention.
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Now Cindy's hands rose to the buttons on her blouse. "I'm
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not wearing a bra, Arnold," Cindy said. "Just this."
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"I know," Arnold said. "I can tell. I could tell that when I
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had you against me and I could feel your nipples through my
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shirt."
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"Do you want to look at my breasts, Arnold?" Cindy said.
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"You know I do," Arnold said. "Take it off, Cindy."
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"All right, Arnold," Cindy said. Slowly she unbuttoned the
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top button. And then the next button. And the next. Slowly. All
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the way down. Watching Arnold watching her. With all the buttons
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open at last, Cindy, looking directly into Arnold's eyes, smiling
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slightly, slowly pulled the blouse open, baring her breasts to
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him. And took it off. And let it fall. Cindy stood tall and naked
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as Arnold's gaze raked her breasts, lingered.
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"Do you like them, Arnold?" Cindy said. "Do you like my
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body?"
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"It's fantastic," Arnold said. "It's just fantastic, that
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body."
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"I know," Cindy said. "And you want it."
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"And I'm going to have it," Arnold said.
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"It's all yours, Arnold," Cindy said.
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"All right, Cindy," Arnold said. "You can get back on your
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knees now."
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Cindy shrugged. "All right, Arnold," Cindy said. "If that's
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what you want." And Cindy sank down to the floor and knelt in
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front of him. Arnold unzipped his pants and took out his penis,
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which was hard and stiff.
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"Suck for me, Cindy," Arnold said. "Suck it good."
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"Of course," Cindy said. And Cindy slowly took Arnold's
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penis into her mouth. All the way into her mouth. And Cindy began
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to make love to that penis with that mouth. And with her lips,
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and her tongue, and her throat. For a long time. As Arnold stood,
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swaying slightly, moaning occasionally, looking down at Cindy's
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slowly bobbing head.
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"You're good," Arnold said softly. "God, you're really damn
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good at this, Cindy."
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"Mmm-hmmm," Cindy said.
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"I'm going to come in your mouth, Cindy," Arnold said.
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"Mmm," Cindy said, licking him.
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"Cindy," Arnold said. "I'm going to come in your mouth. But
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I don't want you to swallow it, Cindy. Not yet. Okay?"
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"Mmmnnhh?" Cindy said.
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"No," Arnold said. "I want you to hold it in your mouth. All
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right, Cindy? Do you understand me? I want you to just hold it
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all in your mouth until I say different. All right, Cindy?"
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"Mmm-hmm," Cindy said, her head moving.
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"Good," Arnold said. "Good, Cindy. Oh, good, Cindy. That's
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so good. It's coming, Cindy. Hold it now. It's coming right into
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your fine little sucking mouth, Cindy. Here it is, Cindy. Now.
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Here it is. Here...it...is..." And Arnold, panting, jerking,
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holding on to Cindy's long dark hair, shot hard into Cindy's
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sucking mouth, again and again and again.
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Finally, happily, Arnold pulled himself out of Cindy's
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mouth. Now Arnold crouched down by the still kneeling Cindy, her
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mouth now full of his gism.
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"Hold it, Cindy," Arnold said softly, watching Cindy's
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tightly closed lips, her distorted cheeks, her rising and falling
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bosom as she panted hard through her nostrils. "Don't spill a
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drop, Cindy. That's a good girl." Arnold reached out and put a
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hand over Cindy's breast, then ran that hand slowly and lovingly
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over her body. "All right, Cindy," Arnold said. "Put your head
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back a little, so I can watch you swallowing my scum. Don't
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swallow yet, though." Cindy tilted her head back, giving him an
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unobstructed view of her soft smooth throat. "Slowly now, Cindy,"
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Arnold said. "Swallow it down. All of it. Swallow it all down,
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Cindy, while I watch you." Holding her head back, Cindy did as
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Arnold said, slowly swallowing the stuff in her mouth, swallowing
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and swallowing, taking it all down her throat, as Arnold watched
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the slow, rhythmic movement of her throat, swallowing again and
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again. And again. Until there was nothing more to swallow.
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"That's fine, Cindy," Arnold said. "You are without a doubt
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the most talented cock-sucker I know."
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"Thank you, Arnold," Cindy said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
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"Do you suck like that for your husband?" Arnold said.
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"No," Cindy said. "That was just for you, Arnold."
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"That's bullshit," Arnold said.
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"Can I go now?" Cindy said.
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"Why, Cindy," Arnold said. "I haven't even fucked you yet."
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"I didn't know if you still wanted to," Cindy said.
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"But I do," Arnold said. "Isn't that what this was all
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about? You don't expecxt me to not fire old Arthur if I don't get
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to fuck that magnificent body, do you?"
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"All right, Arnold," Cindy said. "Anything you say. That's
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the deal, isn't it? If you still want to fuck me, I'll be the
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best fuck you ever had."
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"I'll bet you will, too," Arnold said. "But since I just
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came so beautifully in that mouth of yours, Cindy, it's going to
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take something particularly arousing to put me back in condition
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to fuck you properly."
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"I see," Cindy said. "And what might that be, Arnold?"
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"Well now," Arnold said. "What might that be?" He put a hand
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on Cindy's breast again, and squeezed it hard. "What do you think
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that might be, Cindy?"
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"I don't know," Cindy said. "But I'll bet it involves
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hurting me. Doesn't it, Arnold?"
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"That's a good speculation, Cindy," Arnold said. "Hurting
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you is indeed just about the most arousing thing I can thing of
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right now."
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"That's what I thought," Cindy said. "How are you planning
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to do that, Arnold?"
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"Oh, my," Arnold said. "I can think of a lot of ways, Cindy.
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An awful lot of ways. All of them truly stimulating. But I'll
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have to keep it simple, won't I? Nothing too fancy. Although some
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day I'd like to--ah, well. I'll stick to practical things. You
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don't smoke, do you, Cindy?"
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Cindy swallowed. "No," she said.
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"Nor do I," Arnold said. "So no cigarettes. What a shame.
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But that's all right. Let's stick to the tried and true, okay? My
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trusty belt did pretty well on your legs, didn't it, Cindy? And I
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think it will do just fine to go on with. All right, Cindy?"
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Cindy swallowed again. But she said, "Anything you say,
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Arnold."
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"Good," Arnold said. Standing up now, Arnold reached for his
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belt. Cindy watched him, still kneeling. "Lie down, Cindy,"
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Arnold said. "Right there on the floor. Lie down and spread out."
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"All right, Arnold," Cindy said. She started slowly to lie
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down on her stomach.
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"No, Cindy," Arnold said. "On your back."
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Cindy stopped still.
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"On--on my back?" Cindy said.
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"That's right," Arnold said.
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"Oh, good Christ," Cindy said softly.
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Arnold waited.
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Cindy, slowly, turned her body and lay down on her back on
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the floor.
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"Spread out," Arnold said. "Spread wide. Stretch it out for
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me, Cindy."
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Cindy did as Arnold said, spreading her luscious body,
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stretching her arms up and out, splaying her legs wide apart.
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"More," Arnold said. And Cindy stretched that body still
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harder, arms reaching, legs straining, body flatly taut, breasts
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pulling up, muscles tight, all of her open, exposed, straining.
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"That's fine," Arnold said. "Just stay that way, Cindy. You
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just stay exactly that way, no matter what. All right, Cindy?"
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"All right, Arnold," Cindy said.
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"Lovely," Arnold said, raising his belt. And bringing it
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down hard across Cindy's unprotected stomach.
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Cindy screamed.
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"Don't move, Cindy," Arnold said.
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"Oh, Jesus," Cindy said. "Oh Christ Jesus. Oh god."
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"That was just practice, Cindy," Arnold said. "So is this."
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And he cracked the strap down across Cindy's outspread thighs.
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Cindy howled. Again Arnold's belt lashed across her stomach.
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Again Cindy screamed loudly.
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"That's so nice, Cindy," Arnold said. "I love hearing you
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scream, Cindy. I told you your mouth was made for screaming,
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didn't I?"
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"Oh god, oh god," Cindy said.
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"What do you suppose they're thinking out there, hearing
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you, Cindy?" Arnold said.
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"Christ, Arnold," Cindy said, moaning. "How much more?"
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"Don't move, Cindy. It won't be long now." Arnold began
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taking off his clothes. Cindy still lay spread out, breasts
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rising and falling with her panting, gasping breath. "As you can
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see, I'm very excited by your pain," Arnold said. "And I can
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hardly wait to get into that gorgeous body." His clothes were all
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off now, his penis sticking straight up, throbbing. "But I can't
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stop hurting you so enjoyably and just leave those marvellous
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breasts untouched, can I? They're so tempting, just waiting like
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that, all ready for the strap."
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"Please, Arnold," Cindy said. "Please."
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"Please what, Cindy?" Arnold said. "Are you backing out of
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our deal at this late date?"
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"I--no," Cindy said. "No, Arnold. Do what you want."
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"That's what I thought," Arnold said. He raised the strap.
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Cindy flinched slightly, but stayed as she was. Arnold took a
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long breath, brought himself up on his toes, and with a loud
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grunt, swung the strap down, whipping Cindy directly across the
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nipple of her right breast, the strap making a sound like a
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pistol shot. Cindy screamed as loudly as she could, and, moaning,
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clutching at her striped breast, rolled halfway over on the
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floor, shaking, holding on to her breast, sobbing softly.
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"As you were, Cindy," Arnold said sharply. "Get back in
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position. Now."
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Slowly, gasping, Cindy lay down again. Slowly she again
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spread her arms and legs. Shaking.
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"That's my girl," Arnold said, and with a mighty effort
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brought the strap whipping down again, this time across Cindy's
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left breast. Again Cindy screamed like a animal, rolling her
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body, clutching frantically at empty air, though this time she
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stayed on her back.
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"Damn," Arnold said. "I love this."
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"Fuck me, Arnold," Cindy said, sobbing and gasping. "Please
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fuck me. You don't have to hurt me any more. You want me. Take
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me. Please. Please. I'll be so good, Arnold, I'll fuck you so
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good--"
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"I know," Arnold said, and whipped her right breast again.
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"I know," he said, above Cindy's ear-splitting screaming. "Stay
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still, Cindy." And whipped her left breast. Cindy couldn't stay
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still any more. She began rolling over and over on the floor.
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Arnold followed her, lashing at her body, hitting that turning,
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twisting, scrabbling body anyplace he could reach, whipping
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Cindy's thighs, her breasts, her buttocks, her back, her stomach.
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"Stop, Cindy," Arnold said, panting. "Stop and spread out
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for me and I'll stop hitting you."
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Cindy, with a great effort, stopped rolling and lay again on
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her back, spread out under Arnold's lash. And Arnold stopped.
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Looking down at the gasping, writhing, heaving, straining body.
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"Now, Cindy," Arnold said, and dropped down on top of her,
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covering that body with his own. "I'm going to fuck you now,
|
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Cindy," Arnold said. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. And
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you're going to fuck me too, aren't you, Cindy? You're going to
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make it real good for me, right?"
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"That...that was...the deal..." Cindy said. "Do it, you
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bastard son of a bitch. Do it."
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"Here, Cindy," Arnold said, and slid his stiff penis slowly
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but forcefully into her vagina. "This is it, Cindy," Arnold said.
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"I'm inside you. Inside Cindy's body." Arnold began to move.
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"Fuck for me, Cindy," Arnold said, moving. "Fuck for me and for
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your husband."
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"All right, Arnold," Cindy said, moving with him. "All
|
|
right. I'm fucking you. Just like I said I would. I said I'd do
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anything you wanted, Arnold. And I did, didn't I?"
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"Yes, you did," Arnold said. "So far, anyway."
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"And I still am," Cindy said, moving rhythmically. "I'm
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fucking you, Arnold. And it's nice, isn't it, Arnold? It's good,
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isn't it?"
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"Yes," Arnold said. "It's good, Cindy. You're a good fuck."
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"I know," Cindy said. They were moving strongly now.
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"Cindy," Arnold said. "Put your legs around me."
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"All right," Cindy said, and did so, locking her ankles
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behind his back. "How's that, Arnold? Do you like that?"
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"I love it," Arnold said. "Squeeze me with your legs, Cindy.
|
|
That's it. That's so good. I love your legs, Cindy. I can feel
|
|
all of them around me, all of them touching me, rubbing against
|
|
me. Oh, that's good. Oh, that's so nice."
|
|
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"I told you I'd be good for you, Arnold," Cindy said. "You
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|
didn't have to hurt me so much."
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|
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"Yes, I did," Arnold said. "Fuck harder, Cindy."
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|
And Cindy did.
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|
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"Do you hurt now?" Arnold said.
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|
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|
"Yes," Cindy said. "Does that turn you on, Arnold?"
|
|
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"It does," Arnold said, moving harder against her body. "I
|
|
could fuck you all day long, Cindy."
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|
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|
"As long as it takes, Arnold," Cindy said, squirming for
|
|
him, twisting for him, arching and bucking and writhing for him,
|
|
holding him in the sexy vise of her legs.
|
|
|
|
"Kiss me, Cindy," Arnold said.
|
|
|
|
Cindy gave him her mouth, moaning and panting into his, and
|
|
with her tongue probing his mouth, her lips moving against his,
|
|
her body matching his rhythm stroke for stroke, Arnold was in
|
|
ecstasy. "Cindy," Arnold said, sliding his mouth from hers. "I'm
|
|
fucking you and I'm going to come. I'm going to come in you. Fuck
|
|
me, Cindy. Fuck me good."
|
|
|
|
"I'm fucking you, Arnold," Cindy said, moving harder. "I'm
|
|
fucking you. You can come in me now."
|
|
|
|
"Fucking," Arnold said, panting. "Fucking Cindy. Beautiful
|
|
Cindy. Sexy Cindy. Fucking. So good. Coming. Fucking."
|
|
|
|
"Fucking you, Arnold," Cindy said. "Fucking. Come in me,
|
|
Arnold. Come in Cindy. Right into Cindy's body. Come into Cindy.
|
|
Come, Arnold. Come."
|
|
|
|
"Coming," Arnold said. "In you, Cindy, you beautiful slut,
|
|
you sexy gorgeous cock-sucking slut, you screaming hurting cock-
|
|
sucking slut, I'm coming in you."
|
|
|
|
"Oh, yes," Cindy said, moving. "I'm a cock-sucking slut,
|
|
Arnold, I'm a filthy dirty fucking screaming crying cock-sucking
|
|
slut and I'm fucking you and you're going to come up my cunt,
|
|
Arnold. Do it, Arnold, fuck the shit out of me."
|
|
|
|
"Coming," Arnold said. "Now. Fucking Cindy. Coming. Now.
|
|
Take it, Cindy. Take it, Cindy. Take...it...now! Now! Now! Now!
|
|
Now! Now!" Pulling at her hair, pounding at her body, as Cindy
|
|
kept her wonderful shapely legs locked around him, Arnold shot
|
|
into Cindy, wildly, voraciously, barbarically. Shot into her over
|
|
and over and over. And over. Until at last he was still.
|
|
|
|
Cindy still held him with her thighs. "Was it good, Arnold?"
|
|
Cindy said. "Did you enjoy it all? Did I do everything you
|
|
wanted? Just as I said?"
|
|
|
|
"Yes," Arnold said.
|
|
|
|
Cindy's legs came down slowly. "Thank god!" Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"But we're not finished," Arnold said.
|
|
|
|
"What?" Cindy said. "You're kidding!"
|
|
|
|
"No," Arnold said. "But don't worry, Cindy. I won't hurt you
|
|
any more. I don't even want your body any more. In fact, there's
|
|
only just one more thing I'd like you to do." Arnold stood up and
|
|
began to dress.
|
|
|
|
Cindy sat up slowly. "What is it?" Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"All I want you to do," Arnold said, "is to go out there
|
|
into the office and tell your husband the good news."
|
|
|
|
"Why?" Cindy said suspiciously.
|
|
|
|
"Just do it, Cindy," Arnold said. "Go out there and inform
|
|
old Arthur that I'm not going to fire him. Won't he be glad to
|
|
hear that?"
|
|
|
|
"Yes," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"Then do it, Cindy. And our deal will be done."
|
|
|
|
"All right, Arnold," Cindy said, standing up slowly. A bit
|
|
stiffly, she reached for her discarded blouse.
|
|
|
|
"No, Cindy," Arnold said. "Don't put your clothes on."
|
|
|
|
"What?" Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"I said I don't want you to put your clothes on, Cindy,"
|
|
Arnold said. "I want you to go out there just as you are."
|
|
|
|
Cindy stared at him.
|
|
|
|
"You mean go out there--naked?" Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"That's right," Arnold said.
|
|
|
|
"But--oh Christ--all those people--you want me to--"
|
|
|
|
"I'm sure they're all most curious about what's been going
|
|
on in here," Arthur said. "I mean with all that screaming and
|
|
all. They must be imagining all sorts of things. And if you go
|
|
out there like that, it will probably show them that their
|
|
imaginings were true. Not to mention allowing them a look at your
|
|
exquisite body, which I'm sure they'll all appreciate."
|
|
|
|
"Arnold--" Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"Yes, Cindy?" Arnold said.
|
|
|
|
"I--I can't do it," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"That's too bad, Cindy," Arnold said. "Going back on our
|
|
bargain now. I guess I'll have to fire Arthur after all."
|
|
|
|
"Arnold," Cindy said. "For god's sake--"
|
|
|
|
"Whereas," Arnold said, "if you just do as I ask, Cindy, and
|
|
go out there, just as you are, and go to Arthur and explain to
|
|
him that I'm going to keep him on--we'll be all through, you and
|
|
I, and Arthur will have his job, and we'll all be happy."
|
|
|
|
Cindy stood very still. For a long time. Arnold said
|
|
nothing. Just waiting. Finally Cindy swallowed, and took a long
|
|
breath.
|
|
|
|
"All right, Arnold," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
She walked slowly to the door. Drawing herself up to full
|
|
height, head up, gloriously naked, Cindy opened the door and
|
|
walked through it.
|
|
|
|
Arnold followed her to watch what took place. Cindy's sudden
|
|
appearance, stark naked, was causing a sensation. All action
|
|
stopped, all heads turned, all eyes bulged with astonishment, and
|
|
with lust. Nobody moved. Everybody was staring. Cindy, head still
|
|
high, stood looking back at them. Now, slowly, she began to move
|
|
across the office, toward the far end, where Arthur was sitting.
|
|
As Cindy got to Arthur's desk, she turned, again boldly staring
|
|
back at all the faces staring at her.
|
|
|
|
"All right," Cindy said loudly. "Take a good look, all of
|
|
you. You've always wanted to see this, right? Well, look hard. I
|
|
hope you're all satisfied." Now turning to her husband, Cindy
|
|
said, "Arthur, it's all right. Arnold is not going to fire you.
|
|
You can work here as long as you like. I love you, Arthur," Cindy
|
|
said, and turning, began to walk back to Arnold's office.
|
|
|
|
But halfway there Arthur's voice stopped her.
|
|
|
|
"Cindy!" Arthur said.
|
|
|
|
Cindy stood still. In the midst of all the still-staring
|
|
eyes.
|
|
|
|
"Yes, Arthur," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
Arthur said, "You're a whore, Cindy."
|
|
|
|
A murmur from the watching crowd.
|
|
|
|
"Am I, Arthur?" Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"Yes," Arthur said. "You are. My wife is a whore. A whore
|
|
and a slut. Aren't you, Cindy?"
|
|
|
|
"If you say so, Arthur," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"I do," Arthur said. "That's just what I say."
|
|
|
|
"I love you, Arthur," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"I don't care," Arthur said. "You're a whore and a slut. And
|
|
since that's what you are, Cindy, I think you ought to give all
|
|
these people a crack at you, too. Don't you, Cindy?"
|
|
|
|
"Is that what you want, Arthur?" Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"It's only fair, isn't it?" Arthur said. "First you give
|
|
your body to Arnold, and now you show it off to all these people.
|
|
Why not do it for them too?"
|
|
|
|
"I did it for you, Arthur," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"I see," Arhtur said. "You made yourself a whore for me. But
|
|
don't stop with that, Cindy. Look at all these people wanting
|
|
you. Lusting for you. Why should they miss out on such a good
|
|
thing. Why, Cindy? Why?"
|
|
|
|
"Arthur," Cindy said. "If that's what you want I'll do it.
|
|
If it's what you want, Arthur, I'll go down on my knees, right
|
|
now, and suck them all off. Every one of them. One by one."
|
|
|
|
"Do it, Cindy," Arthur said.
|
|
|
|
"All right, Arthur," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"And that's not all," Arthur said. "I want you to come back
|
|
here every day. Every day, Cindy. And I want you to take your
|
|
clothes off, just like now. And I want you to do what you said.
|
|
For anybody who wants it that day. Will you do that, Cindy?"
|
|
|
|
"If you want me to, Arthur," Cindy said. "Do you want me to
|
|
fuck them too?"
|
|
|
|
"Why not?" Arthur said. "Anything they want. Isn't that what
|
|
a whore does?"
|
|
|
|
"All right, Arthur," Cindy said. "I will. I love you,
|
|
Arthur."
|
|
|
|
Cindy now got down on her knees. "All right," Cindy said.
|
|
"If you'll all line up, I'll suck you all off in turn. If you'd
|
|
like to fuck me, just wait until I'm finished and I'll accomodate
|
|
you."
|
|
|
|
"And if you have any horny friends," Arthur said, "bring
|
|
them around tomorrow, and Cindy will take care of them. This is
|
|
going to be a daily occurence. Isn't it, Cindy?"
|
|
|
|
"If that's what you want, Arthur," Cindy said.
|
|
|
|
"Arthur," Arnold said. "Do you smoke?"
|
|
|
|
"Yes," Arthur said. "Why?"
|
|
|
|
"So you usually have cigarettes with you," Arnold said.
|
|
|
|
"That's right," Arthur said.
|
|
|
|
"Good," Arnold said. "I think they'll come in handy."
|
|
|
|
Cindy began to cry. She was crying as she sucked off the
|
|
first man, and still crying as she sucked off the last.
|
|
|
|
It was hours later that Cindy came into Arnold's office.
|
|
|
|
"I want to make a bargain with you, Arnold," Cindy said, and
|
|
she took off her clothes, and then she laid a full pack of
|
|
cigarettes on Arnold's desk. Crying...
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