Ms. Cindy Gets Her Finger Dirty Ch. 03

A few days later, Ms. Cindy was at it again, watering the plants.

It was a sunny Sunday, and the church crowd had recently let out, drifting about here and there like dandelion seeds spreading on a very confused wind which cannot make up its mind.

One family ended up at the store, looking at flowers.

Ms. Cindy immediately had eyes for the woman.

She had one of those overly stretching cheery and smiling faces which looked like it had been stapled to the rest of her body, which made valiant attempts to catch up, but instead went through the motions of not being annoyed at everything.

She wore a cooling sun dress on her Sunday best white dress because churches usually treated A/C with the same embraciveness that candy store owners treat ants. She wore a large pink ribbon in her hair; her dress dotted with tiny pink ribbons which clashed with the gnawing grin on her face. Her three little girls were dressed similarly.

Meanwhile, her husband was also dressed in his Sunday best suit with a black tie. Their four sons were dressed the same.

With seven children, Ms. Cindy could see why the woman wore the plastic grin so willingly. It did not help that her husband took on the same interest in corralling the children that a beagle heeds its owner's call when a steak dangles in front of its face.

The family perused through the flowers with the same quiet dignity as that beagle.

After looking through some of the annuals, occasionally shaking her head, the woman approached Ms. Cindy, who looked at her. Were it not for the frightening smile, the woman would have been quite attractive, Ms. Cindy thought to herself, maybe at one time a former fashion model kidnapped by this group of tiny terrorists.

"I will be right back," the woman said sweetly to her husband, who looked upon the prospect of looking over the children with the abject bravery of a raw steak being pursued by that damn beagle again.

She turned to Ms. Cindy. "Excuse me, sweety," she said with a voice full of honey, maple syrup, raw sugar, and ground subflooring. "I have it upon good advice that you could tell me a little bit about azalea?"

Ms. Cindy smiled and fell to the floor laughing on the inside. "I certainly can, ma'am. They are outside the gate. Please follow me."

The woman nodded curtly, looked at her husband, mouthed that she would be right back, and followed Ms. Cindy's beautiful behind to the side of the store.

The moment they were out of view, the woman rushed into the cubby hole, practically tore off her panties, and lifted her dress.

"Not to be rude, but mom needs a good ass fucking and I heard you are the best out there," the woman said.

Again, smiling to herself and shrugging internally, Ms. Cindy reached into her pocket to grab her lube.

"No lube," the woman grunted, bending over and grabbing onto the plant rack. "Not a fucking drop of fucking lube," she reiterated.

Ms. Cindy shrugged and jammed her middle finger into the woman's asshole, who grunted loudly.

"Could give a girl a warning," the woman grunted as Ms. Cindy began to finger fuck her.

"I could, but I shan't," Ms. Cindy replied politely, watching as juices already dripped slowly down the woman's leg.

The pair was silent for a moment, the silence broken by the woman's grunt.

"Fuck, bitch, you are not too bad," the woman grunted.

Something pleasant snapped in Ms. Cindy's mind. She had a game afoot.

She slapped the woman's ass, leaving a little white mark on her shapely behind. "What did you call me, you bitch?"

"I called you a fucking bitch, you bitch," the woman grunted. Ms. Cindy noticed more liquid dripping down the woman's leg.

Ms. Cindy positioned herself perfectly and gave the woman's ass another, more brutal slap, one hard enough to echo through the hills for decades.

The woman gave another pleased grunt.

Ms. Cindy gave her ass another slap, this one inconceivably even harder.

The woman let out a small scream of pleasure.

With all her might, Ms. Cindy laid into the woman's ass with a slap which vibrated the moon, causing the woman to scream and gasp as her pussy gushed all over their shoes.

"Keep going, you bitch!" the woman grunted.

Ms. Cindy kept fucking the woman's ass with finger. She added a second finger for good measure. The woman moaned with pleasure. Ms. Cindy grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. The woman grunted with pleasure, moaning hungrily.

"You like that, you fucking spoiled cunt?"

The woman's pussy once again exploded.

"More! More!'

"Like this, you fucking cunt?" Ms. Cindy asked, drilling her asshole with her fingers, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, slapping her ass, then reaching around and grabbing one of her tits.

The woman exploded a third time.

A change almost immediately hit the woman.

She stood up, with a serious look on her face, which almost looked angry. She let out a long, relieved breath.

She glanced down at her behind. Ms. Cindy's fingers were still in her asshole.

Ms. Cindy let out a quick apology and pulled them out.

"I do appreciate that. I have been needing relief like that for quite some time." Without further ado, the woman handed Ms. Cindy a stack of 20s, spun on her heels, and walked back towards the store entrance.

Ms. Cindy daintily sniffed her two fingers, then quietly hummed herself as she returned to her watering duties.