Cindy’s Surprise Visitors
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Cindy lay in bed thinking of her escape. She was almost tired of running the plan over in her head, but she forced herself to keep doing it so she could act without thinking about it when the crucial time came. It wasn’t as if she could write the plan down and carry the paper with her when she left. She had no pockets to conceal the paper, and hiding it risked someone finding it.
One good thing was she had nothing she had to take with her, other than the twins. That was also a bad thing, however, because it meant she had nothing to take, not even clothing. Her feet had long ago developed thick calluses on the soles, so she didn’t worry about not having shoes, though there were plants with thorny spines she could step on, and if the thorn went deep enough, it would hurt like hell. But that was not something she worried about. She would gladly run through broken shards of glass to get away from Pablo, and now she had even more reason to get away: the twins.
She lay there thinking of Sophia and Sonia, the two gorgeous eight-year-old angels, who in just a few days had grown quite good at lesbian sex. They delighted in making love with each other, except when Pablo demanded they entertain him. And they thoroughly enjoyed making love with Cindy as well. They saw her as their new mother, someone who loved them and would allow them to love each other, too.
She remembered the last time the three of them had engaged in lesbian sex and felt the stirrings in her pussy that signaled she would be masturbating herself to another orgasm soon.
Then she thought about Carlo. Despite the fact that Pablo had watched their first time making love, she had enjoyed the experience with the kind chauffeur. She was aware she was in love with him, but likewise accepted they would never be together. Besides, she recognized that her love may be borne more out of his desire to help her than a case of romantic love. Still, that one time had been heavenly. Unlike the men Pablo brought around, Carlo had been gentle with her. It had not been fucking. They had made love.
By the time Carlo had finished, she had come twice. The orgasms had been real, not the fake ones she was forced to have with other men, including Pablo, though he mercifully had grown tired of her in bed.
The evil man had watched Carlo and her making love, and once they were done, he stood, his penis only semi-erect. “You don’t know how to fuck a woman,” he said in Spanish to Carlo. “They enjoy being made to feel like they are being forced. That way they can accept the fun they’ve had with you. Women always feel ashamed to enjoy sex, so you must make them feel as if they have no choice in the matter. Like this.”
Turning to Cindy, he held out his prick. “Suck me, whore!”
She had done the evil man’s bidding, of course, and Carlo had been forced to watch her humiliation. Pablo had forced his entire length down her throat, making her gag. She had never mastered the art of swallowing an entire cock, or deep-throating, as it was often called because of the famous movie. Still, she worked hard to make him come so the misery would stop.
When she looked over at Carlo to see his reaction to this while Pablo got dressed, she saw the pain in his eyes.
Shying away from the memory of fellating her tormentor, she returned her mind to the twins. That experience had always been a good one. After several minutes of remembering what they had done, thinking of their extreme beauty, she once again felt the stirrings in her loins. The building moisture. The stiffening clit. The fuller labia.
Reaching down, she began to massage her cunt, bringing the pleasure only a few could now produce in her. She was just getting started when she heard the door to her bedroom creak.
Gasping, she called out in a harsh whisper, “Quién está ahí?!” Who’s there?!
“Es Rosalita,” came the reply. Rosalita was one of Cindy’s few real friends at the compound, one of Pablo’s housekeepers.
“What are you doing here?” Cindy continued in Spanish. “Pablo would not like it if you were here.”
“Pablo passed out drunk an hour ago. He will not wake til morning. I came to see you because I must.”
“Others could see you. They could tell him.”
“No. Nobody here would do that because they know what would happen to me if they did.”
“What is it then?” Cindy asked, wondering what could be so important.
“You must leave sooner than you have planned.”
“Why?” Rosalita was the only other person on the compound who knew of her plans, but she could not think of a reason to push her schedule up. Doing so could be dangerous because rushing something like this usually led to mistakes being made.
“Because of what I overheard,” Rosalita said. Even in the dim moonlight that filled the room, Cindy could tell that Rosalita was pale, frightened.
“Tell me,” Cindy said.
“I must, but I don’t want to.”
“Please, what is it you overheard?”
“Pablo plans to have you executed on Independence Day.”
Cindy felt a wave of nausea grip her. “What?! How do you know this?”
“I overheard –“
“Yes, I know you overheard it, but how do you know it’s true? Isn’t it possible you misunderstood?”
“Pablo was talking to Juan. You know who he is?”
“Yes, he’s Pablo’s executioner.”
“They were sitting at a table and drinking wine. I was passing by the door, which was open slightly, and I heard Pablo tell Juan that at his party for Independence Day, he was going to gain some independence from you. He named you specifically. He told Juan he wanted him to execute you by beheading you in front of everyone. Juan begged to be allowed more time to bring death to you, but Pablo wouldn’t have it, saying you have done nothing to warrant suffering.”
Cindy felt as though she would faint. He was going to have her beheaded? Why? What had she done to deserve this? And on Independence Day? That was July 20, and tomorrow would be July 17. Three days. Could they move the plan up that far and that quickly? They needed to get in contact with the woman who was helping her, Gwen. Gwen and Kayleigh were hiring a plane to take them back to California, but now how difficult would that be? She realized how happy she was that she had tortured herself to memorize every nuance, every detail of their escape, because now she would have to concentrate on moving things up in the schedule. Quite a bit up.
“Where is Carlo?” she asked. “I must see him as soon as possible.” Then she realized how silly the question was as Rosalita told her what she already knew but had forgotten in her panic.
“He will not be here until seven tomorrow morning, when the truck pulls in from Bogota to deliver the hired workers who don’t live here at the compound.”
“The moment you see Carlo, you must tell him to see me the first chance he gets. Don’t tell him why yet. I will do that. I don’t want him looking frightened or nervous should Pablo see him between seeing you and seeing me.”
“Okay, I will do that. I am so sorry, Señora Cindy.”
Señora Cindy. She was the only one of the staff here besides Carlo who referred to her with the title señora, as if she were more than a common whore. Cindy loved her for that.
“Thank you, Rosalita. You are a dear friend.”
“You are welcome,” the woman said, and Cindy was once more taken with the housekeeper’s beauty.
For some reason she felt herself being turned on by the beautiful housekeeper’s presence. She had heard of people facing death who sought to affirm life by showing their love to someone. The couple in love who were doomed to certain death soon taking the time they had left to make love. There had been numerous instances, apparently. Perhaps this was why she suddenly needed to make love to this beautiful woman. It was something she’d thought about recently, and what better time than now since she would likely never have another chance? Rosalita had said herself that Pablo would not wake until morning, and that nobody would tell that she’d been in here.
“Rosalita,” she said, “I have a very important request to make of you. A favor to ask.”
“Anything, Señora Cindy.”
“I am suddenly needing to make love with someone I care about.”
“Oh?” Rosalita said. Her breathing became quicker immediately. She had fantasized about making love with this gorgeous woman. “Do you mean me?”
Cindy blushed. “I’m sorry. I just get a sort of reaction when I see you. You are so beautiful.”
Rosalita’s blush was even stronger.
Cindy rushed into an apology. “If you don’t want to, I understand, it’s just that –“
“Oh, no! Señora, I am more than flattered. That you would want us to enjoy each other like this at such a time is a beautiful thing.”
“So, you’d like to?”
“Yes.” Rosalita looked directly into Cindy’s eyes before dropping them. “Señora, I have seen you, well, I have seen you with young girls. I walked in and saw you with the twin girls Pablo bought recently. When I saw this, I left the room, not wishing to embarrass you or the girls,” she said, her eyes on her lap.
“Oh,” Cindy said, her blush growing. “Please do not judge me for this. With Pablo’s forcing me to have sex with other men and women, I have come to enjoy the times with the children because they treat me much better than the adults.”
“I do not judge you,” Rosalita said. Then smiling in embarrassment, she giggled and said, “I am like you.”
Cindy felt the moisture building in her pussy. She couldn’t believe her ears.
“You mean you enjoy children sexually too?”
“Well, mostly girls. Young girls.”
Cindy smiled. “Then you are certainly like me.”
“Well, you see,” the housekeeper said, “there is a particular young girl I, well, enjoy. And she enjoys me as well. Not only that, but she has fantasies about you.”
Cindy didn’t dare to hope the young girl was who she thought she was. Could it be? “Who is this girl?”
Rosalita said, “Please do not shame me for this.” Pausing, she looked at Cindy to see if any hint of possible condemnation was in the blonde’s face. Then she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the possible response. “It is my daughter. Gabriela.” Then she rushed on. “She loves what we do! She would not want life to be any other way!”
“It’s okay,” Cindy said. Then smiling, she said, “That’s one of the biggest things I miss about not being with my own daughter.”
Rosalita laughed and pointed at the naked woman. “You? And your daughter? You mean, you two would make love with each other too?”
Cindy laughed with her. Then in mid-laugh, she suddenly became serious and pulled the beautiful young mother into her arms. Kissing her, she felt her heartbeat double. A corresponding tremor touched her clitoris.
When the kiss broke, Rosalita got control of her breath to ask, “And Gabriela? What do you think of her?”
“She is beautiful too.”
“Do you think we are –” she hesitated a second before plunging on, “– sexy?”
“Rosalita, I –“
“It is okay,” Rosalita said, and reached a hand out to touch Cindy’s arm, repeating, “It is okay” as she looked into Cindy’s eyes, repeating Cindy’s own words of comfort from before.
Dear God, Cindy thought. Is this happening?
“Give me a moment. I will return soon,” Rosalita said and stood, walking out the door to the bedroom, leaving it open. Cindy could see the darkness beyond it.
When Rosalita entered the room again, she had Gabriela with her. The nine-year-old was naked.
Cindy stared at the pre-pubescent beauty standing beside her bed, taking in the lovely form of the child. She was thin. Not starved by any means, just rather tall with no hips and long arms and legs that fit her frame well. Her pussy, of course, was complete devoid of any pubic hair. Then a thought occurred to her.
“Has Pablo had her?”
“No. He does not want her,” Rosalita answered.
“Why not? She’s so beautiful, and her body is just his type.” Cindy could not imagine why he would keep his hands off the little girl, given that he always took what he wanted, and she couldn’t see why he wouldn’t want Gabriela, not that she wasn’t thrilled the girl had been spared the horror of being raped by him.
Rosalita stared at her lap again. “He is her father.”
Cindy felt her eyes widen at this unexpected news.
“That’s funny, because I never thought something like that would stop him,” Cindy said, continuing to stare at the angelic child. Rosalita simply shrugged, as if saying she didn’t understand it either but was happy a reason existed to prevent Pablo from raping her daughter. Cindy didn’t ask for the details of how Rosalita became pregnant. She knew Pablo well enough to fill in the blanks.
“All I know is that I am thankful for my little beauty,” Rosalita said, stroking the girl’s black hair.
Cindy looked at Gabriela. “Sweetheart, do you want to do this with me and your mother?” She had to be sure. Even when she was forced to have sex with a child against her will and probably the child’s too, she hoped the experience was one of the better ones they would endure.
Gabriela looked at Cindy with her dark eyes, so brown that even in bright sunlight they would appear almost black. “Yes, ma’am. I have always thought you were as pretty as my mother.”
Rosalita placed a hand softly on the girl’s back and rubbed it softly before urging the child forward to kiss the woman, saying to Cindy, “She has masturbated to orgasm thinking of you.”
Gabriela locked herself into the kiss as if she were starving and Cindy’s lips held the nourishment she needed. Feeling the woman’s lips on her own, the girl touched them with her tongue, silently requesting them to open and allow her to enter and explore.
Cindy had been about to masturbate when Rosalita entered her room, and now her fluids fairly gushed from her weeping vagina, lubricating her most sensitive area in preparation for the sex she was about to enjoy. The idea of needing to escape so soon to avoid her death made this moment even more precious to her.
It was her fantasy come true.
Rosalita stood and started to undress. The beauty she hid beneath her clothes revealed itself to Cindy as each garment was removed. She did not have large breasts, and Rosalita apologized for what she saw as a shortcoming.
“No. They are beautiful. I have always loved natural breasts, no matter their size. Yours are lovely,” Cindy said, before adding with a smile, “They look good enough to eat.”
Rosalita smiled as well as she removed the last article, her panties.
Looking at the bare mound, Cindy said, “Mmm… that looks good enough to eat as well.”
Gabriela leaned in for more kisses and Cindy returned the child’s advances. Sitting on the bed next to Cindy, Rosalita waited for her daughter to finish her kiss before moving towards Cindy’s mouth herself. She kissed much like her daughter, which didn’t surprise Cindy since the girl’s mother was probably the one to teach her the nuances of the erotic art of kissing.
The housekeeper reached down and massaged her own pussy, which she shaved daily. She loved the feel of her bald pussy, a larger version of Gabriela’s.
Breaking her kiss, she said to Cindy, “Would you like to see something unusual that we can do?” The naughty smile that painted her face only made Cindy more anxious to see what these two lovely angels could do that the young mother called unusual.
“Please,” Cindy said, and Rosalita stood up.
“Gabriela, let’s show the señora our special trick.”
They sat together on the floor and Cindy watched as they each clasped their legs above the knees and pulled their thighs toward their faces. Just prior to accomplishing their feat, Cindy guessed what it was they could do. She had seen videos of women who could do this, but this was the first time she was witnessing the amazing ability firsthand. They each seemed to fold themselves in half and began to lick their own pussies. She could see it was a physical strain to complete the act, but it also seemed they could stay this way for a long time.
“Oh, my God!” Cindy whispered. “I think almost every woman in the world wished at some time in her life that she could do that.”
Gabriela giggled then went back to her feast, but Rosalita stopped and allowed her body to straighten itself out again.
“Can you make yourselves come that way? Can you stay with it long enough?”
“Oh, yes. We have reached many orgasms in this manner,” Rosalita said before turning to her daughter. “Go ahead, my lovely, take yourself all the way there.”
The girl began licking her clit in earnest now, working herself up to the orgasm that seemed to live just beyond her reach. It was called auto-cunnilingus. Cindy was fascinated by the display, not to mention very turned on. She recalled finding an erotic novel in her father’s bedside drawer when she was about twelve or thirteen that had a character who could do this. She had tried unsuccessfully to complete the act and instead of an orgasm, she had only a sore back to show for her exertions.
Gabriela’s breathing began to change, sounding like a sprinter near the finish line. Then she was there, Cindy watching in awe while the nine-year-old girl brought herself to an orgasm by licking her own pussy.
Finally, the girl unfolded herself and lay on the floor for a few moments, catching her breath.
The child looked up at her mother and Cindy and saw that their hands were busy with their own pussies.
“May I lick you now, Señora Cindy?” she said, rising from the floor to begin her journey to her next orgasm. She hoped it was from having her pussy licked by the woman who was now moving herself into position to allow the child to lick her wet cunt.
Gabriela began licking Cindy’s pussy just as the woman said, “Rosalita, I want you to lie beside me and kiss me while Gabriela moves from one pussy to the other to bring us to a climax.”
Rosalita smiled and said, “That would be my pleasure. And my daughter’s.”
Cindy began by watching the little girl move from her pussy to her mother’s, spending a half-minute on each before shifting to the other. Then Cindy lay back and let the girl bring her to the orgasm she so desperately needed.
Gabriela was also plunging two fingers into each woman’s vagina as she licked and sucked, drinking in the tasty juices from the women’s pussies while driving each woman mad with the desire to come. When she was licking one woman, the other still was able to enjoy the finger-fucking the girl was providing.
Cindy tensed as she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm. Then she was there. She pulled the ragged pillow over her face to muffle the sounds of her groans, more out of habit than the need for discretion, as wave after wave of bliss cascaded throughout her body.
Moments later, Rosalita came as well, trembling as the orgasm overwhelmed her.
They enjoyed a three-way kiss after that until Rosalita and Cindy moved down the little girl’s body to feast on her hairless mound.
Gabriela began squirming immediately as the women pleasured themselves by pleasuring the nine-year-old. The child always loved having her mother bring her to orgasm, which she’d been doing since Gabriela was seven. Being able to enjoy how Señora Cindy used her lips and tongue to satisfy her was sheer heaven for the girl.
Soon, she felt the familiar approach of her second orgasm of the night. It hit her like a large sea wave, washing over her and enfolding her body in total delight.
After they finished, they lay together on Cindy’s worn-out bed, enjoying each other’s company. Cindy was especially touched when Gabriela said she wished they had become involved sooner because she loved how Cindy licked her and made her feel special.
“You are special, little one,” Cindy said. “I don’t know that I’ve ever met anyone your age who was as pretty and talented as you are.” Then Cindy told her about her attempts at eating her own pussy, which made the girl giggle as Cindy described how hard she tried, but she could only get about four inches away from the delicious slit.
“It was maddening being that close but still unable to taste myself directly with my mouth. From then on, I had to be satisfied with licking my fingers clean after masturbating,” she told Gabriela.
Finally, the time came when the mother and daughter had to return to their own room to sleep. After taking Gabriela to their room, Rosalita returned to Cindy to wish her luck in her escape. Cindy thanked her — for everything — and Rosalita returned to her room to join her daughter.
Cindy slept well that night, but the morning brought worry. She had to talk to Gwen today. The problem was that the next call wasn’t scheduled until the day before Independence Day, and that would be too late to take care of the many details that must be seen to.
Cindy had been there for over five years, and that was the first day she’d spent since her first week at the compound that she worried she would die very soon if she didn’t manage to escape.
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