3 comments/ 164531 views/ 49 favorites Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 01 By: Couture Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** I work at a home office of a large retail company in South Africa. It used to be a nice place to work until she came along - my boss the bitch. Now every day was full of dread - of worrying if and when she would call me to the office. Sally got the call the week before last and Angie last week. They each left the office crying and with a box. The box. The box in which they packed their belongings in the box and left. I had just gotten the call moments before. The call to report to the bitch's office. I wiped my sweaty hands on my skirt to dry them, and knocked on her door, looking through the crack to see if it was alright for me to enter. She put a hand over the receiver of the phone and said, "Can't you see I'm busy. I'll call you in when I'm ready for you." See, I told you, she was a bitch. She was hired a few months ago and my life has been a living hell ever since. To make matters worse, she was a woman of colour. She obviously wanted me out, so she could hire another black for my position. I had already been written me up twice in one week. One more strike and I was out the door. Did I mention I lived in South Africa? After Apartheid ended and with this new affirmative action crap, it was inevitable that I might end up working for a black. I did my best to delay this by transferring over to high-tech and the move served me well. I was well paid and happy . . . that is, until she came along. I tried to get along . . . *honest*, but you have to understand, I was from the older generation. At thirty five, in the back of my mind, I still thought of people of colour as maids and janitors, not supervisors -- and definitely not my supervisor. The worst part was, she was good, incredibly bright, and hungry for everything - money, power, the works. My only thoughts were of keeping my well paying job since my husband had been laid off and of my eventual retirement. With unemployment at over fifteen percent, a house payment, and a car payment, just keeping my job was my top priority. "I'm ready for you now Tracy," she said from behind the door. "Have a seat," she said, pointing in front of her as she leaned back imperiously, feet crossed on top of her desk. She was obviously reveling in her newly acquired power. I sat down and swallowed. I felt hollow inside. The dreaded pink color of the reprimand form lay atop her desk, beside it sat a box. The box my belongings would be packed. The box I would have to explain to my husband when I went home early. "Tracy, do you remember when I asked you to pull a report on the average business transaction ratio?" "Yes, ma-am." "Well, luckily I checked the numbers by hand, because the numbers you gave me were total shit." Oh God, this was it, I was going to be fired. Everyone makes mistakes, but lately I was making more than my share, just from the stress of knowing she was looking over my shoulder, watching my every move, waiting, patiently waiting for me to slip up. "Please Ms. Moore," I begged with tears welling in my eyes. "I need this job." She crossed her arms behind her head, the edges of her mouth turned up in a grin. The young black bitch obviously enjoyed putting the screws to me. "You don't act like it," she said. "I do," I said, tears now pouring down my cheeks, probably ruining my mascara. "Please, let me prove it. I'll work longer hours. I-I'll do anything. I promise. I won't let you down again." "Well," she said. "There might be *something* you could do." "What?" I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. I didn't like the way she said *something*, but *something* was better than *nothing*. "Here." She handed me a tissue to dry my tears. "Clean yourself up." "Thank you," I said, drying my tears. "You see Tracy, this job is very demanding. Doing my own work and checking after yours and everyone else's has left me with little time for myself. Without some relief, I keep getting more on edge and a little bitchier every day. That doesn't do anyone any good, does it?" I shook my head, afraid this was some sort of trick. Maybe if she knew she was being a bitch, maybe she could stop. "Good, we are in agreement then?" I nodded. "Great. You are officially my relief girl." "Relief?" I asked. What did she need help with? She looked down at her crotch. There wasn't a hint of grin left in her face, only hunger. "Relief," she said, sort of drawing it out, the f sticking to her lips. Jesus, this was harassment, but no one would believe me. If I tried to tell, I would just be a white woman with a grudge against the new black supervisor. "I-I'm not t-that w-ay," I stammered. "I'm not either," she said, as if she were offended by my suggestion. "But I need something to take the edge off and I'll take it any way I can get it." "D-do it y-yourself," I replied indignantly. "You mean, masturbate?" "Yes." I was blushing furiously. This wasn't the kind of conversation I wanted to have with anyone, much less my boss. "I've tried. It doesn't work for me," she said. "It has to be someone else. Will you do it or not?" "But, I'm married and I've never had sex with a woman before." "It isn't sex," she said. "Listen, you've had a maid before right?" I nodded my head. "And she was black, right?" I didn't like where this was going. I didn't like it at all, but again I nodded. I couldn't meet her eyes. "And she did the stuff you didn't want to do and for a lot less than you are making now correct?" Again I nodded. This nodding seemed to be getting me deeper and deeper in the shit. "Well, *I* don't want to have to masturbate and get my hands dirty as it were. I'm also willing to go through the office and clean house until I find someone who will, or get some people who will work so I can get it on my own. Now, will you do it or not?" I nodded my head - beaten. Sallie and Angie could afford to leave. Sally had a family she could move in with and Angie had a husband with a job. "I didn't hear you." "Yes," I whispered. "I-I'll do it." "Wise decision," she said, nodding at me. "Be a good girl and lock the door." Somehow I managed to walk with weak legs to the door and lock it. "Now," she said. "Take off your clothes and set them on the edge of my desk." "W-why?" I stammered. This was going further than I thought and much more quickly than I imagined. "I don't want there to be any mistake of who has the power here. If you see my body, I see yours." "I won't look." She signed the paper on her desk and threw it at me. "Go pick up your check and get the fuck out. Don't forget to clean out your desk." Tears ran down my cheeks as my fingers fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I was doing it. I was stripping in front of her -- stripping in front of the coloured girl ten years my junior. Soon, I was in front of her only clad in my panties and bra. "Those too." I turned around and finished disrobing. "Okay," she said, standing up and then sitting on the desk with her back to me. "Come here." I walked over to her and even though I was standing while she was sitting, she glowed with power. Her legs were splayed slightly and I could see the hint of her panties. I moved to sit down in her vacant seat, but she kicked it out from behind me. "Kneel down and take my panties off." I went down to one knee and looked up at her grinning face. This wasn't just about sex. It was obvious she was reveling in my humiliation. I made up my mind then and there; I couldn't go through with it. I would have to adjust my standard of living, but I rather deal with that than being humiliated by this-this . . . black. "I can't do this." I said getting back up. "I'll just pick up my check and leave." She grabbed my wrists and struggled with me. "Let go of me, you're hurting me, you crazy old bitch." She grew louder as she struggled, still gripping my wrists tightly. I was puzzled at first. What did she mean? She was the one holding on to me - forcing me to pleasure her. Then reality set in. Whoever came in would see her wrestling with a larger naked white woman. They would surely think that *I* was the one trying to do something to her. "Please-don't. Please be quiet." I begged, going back down on my knees. "Don't make me do this." My hands were already moving under her skirt. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down. They were small, thin, and silky. The crotch was damp. I could smell the hint of her musk. She leaned back on her arms and spread her legs to each corner of the desk. She was a pretty girl with dark skin and without an inch of fat. I was instantly jealous not only of her body, but her lack of inhibition, and her strength. "Get to work, slut" she said, smiling a superior grin, her eyes twinkling down at me. I've just got to get this over with, I told myself, reaching between her muscular thighs with my shaking hands. The hair on her crotch was darker and much curlier than my own. Her labia were almost purple in color. I parted them with my fingers and traced another along her wet opening. I was thankful she was wet, because I had no idea what I would have to do if foreplay was necessary. I had masturbated myself before and sought to apply my skills in as professional a manner as possible. Well, as professional as you can be, kneeling between your boss's legs. I slid my finger up and down the slit of her sex and alternately worked her clit in a tight circle. Soon she was breathing heavy and her sex flowed freely, coating my fingers with her shiny fluids. My wedding ring glittered next to her glistening clit. I couldn't help but think of my husband and be ashamed. "Look at me," she said. I was desperate not to have to look at my wedding ring, but I still couldn't bear to meet her eyes. "I said, *look at me*," she repeated in that same commanding tone. I reluctantly met her flashing eyes from beneath my bangs. "I give you an easy job like this and you can't even do it right, can you?" I was crying in humiliation. "I'm sorry," I whimpered, increasing the speed of my fingers. "I'm trying. I'm really trying. I've just never done anything like this before." "You better try harder, pussy girl." Her face screwed up and she licked her lips. "That's right. You're a pussy girl now. *My* pussy girl. My white pussy girl." God, why was she saying these things to me and why was it having such an effect on me? My nipples ached and I could feel my juices running down my ass. I prayed she wouldn't notice. I started using both hands in hopes of finishing her off, so I could get out of there. "That's it pussy girl, do my clit and finger fuck my pussy at the same time." She talked so filthy. She seemed so worldly. I worked her as fast as I could. Her musky scent filled my nose and her wet juices were all over my hands. "Goddamnit girl, a monkey could do a better job. Give me one reason why I shouldn't fire your ass and put you out on the street." I slipped another finger in - anything to please this demanding girl. "I'm sorry," I begged. "I'm trying. I'll do better - I promise." Her faced winced in agony. I slowed in case I was hurting her. "Don't you stop. Don't you dare stop. And keep looking at me. I don't give a shit what happens, you better look me in the eyes." She bit her lip, groaned, and clutched her breasts through her business suit. "Work that pussy girl - work that pussy," she repeated breathlessly. Her hips spasmed and her sex clutched at my fingers. She was cumming. Her legs fell from the desk, landing over my back. She trapped my head between her thighs, squeezing rhythmically with her orgasm. I looked her dead in the eyes, never ceasing the motion of my fingers, until she commanded me to stop. Afterwards, she propped her feet back on the desk and tossed the box of tissues down on the floor. I took some out and cleaned her soaked sex without being asked. When I was finished, she got up and I cleaned my fingers and the wet spot on her desk. "Your relief-work today was lackluster Tracy, but I don't hold you to blame," she said, sitting on the edge of her desk, with one leg crossed over the other. I was still on the floor with my legs pressed tightly together lest she discover the signs of my arousal. "Go on, get dressed," she said. I covered my crotch with my hand and made to get away from her to dress. "Stop," she said, blocking my path with a leg, and grabbing my wrist. "What are you hiding down there, Tracy?" "Nothing," I gasped. She moved my hand out of the way and observed my wet pouting sex. I had no idea why it did such a thing; I hated every moment of the experience and had never been so humiliated in my life. She chuckled before continuing, "Yes, I hold myself to almost entirely to blame. After all, it is my job to inspire my girls, isn't it?" "No, it's my fault," I said, thankfully able to put my clothes on. "I-I just never did anything like that before. I-I'm just not any good at it." No, not any good at it at all. She would just have to find someone else. "Am-am I finished?" I asked. Please dear God, let me be finished. "No," she said, tossing me her panties. "Go clean these and dry them. Then return them back to me." I hid them in my coat pocket and made my way to the restroom. God, what a bitch. I couldn't believe she had the audacity to make me clean her panties afterward. My face burned as I proceeded with the humiliating task of cleaning her soiled undergarmetns. I was drying them when someone else came in. Her eyes bulged out when she saw what I was doing. "I-I can explain," I said. "Sure you can," she said sarcastically as she locked herself in the stall. I dried them as quickly as possible before the girl got back out and went back to Thandi's office to give them back. "Well, don't just stand there," she said, as she got up and turned around, raising the hem of her skirt as she did so. "Put them on me." I had to get down on my hands and knees to do so. I think she deliberately pushed her bubble shaped bottom in my face. In fact I'm quite sure of it. I turned my face to the side and hurriedly pulled her panties up and in place. "Get them out of my crotch and smooth them out." That which does not kill me, makes me stronger, I said to myself, as I completed this new degradation. Somehow, I was able to summon a renewed strength. Yes, she would fuck up or either she would get promoted. Either way, all I had to do was wait her out. I pulled the panties out of her crotch and smoothed out the wrinkles. "Good job Tracy. You're a smart girl, the kind of girl who will keep her mouth shut. Aren't you?" "Yes ma-am," I said. The kind of woman who will be here long after you've gone Thandi. "Ma-am . . . I do like the sound of that. You'll call me that in the future, won't you girl?" "Yes, ma-am," I managed to force out. I wasn't a girl. I was ten years her senior. I couldn't call her what I wanted to, which was BITCH, so I would have to settle for ma'am. She reached in her pocket book, pulled out ten rand, and pressed it into my bra. "That's for being a good girl - a dutiful girl. Why don't you take off early today?" Thank heavens for small miracles. I needed to get out of there desperately, somewhere I could think. I couldn't bear the thought of being in the office with her for even one more hour. "Thank you, ma-am," I said, backing out of the door before she changed her mind. "Oh, and Tracy," "Yes?" "That money is for you - no one else. Spend it on yourself before you go home. Buy some earrings. I like big hoops by the way. Or get your nails done. It's up to you, but I want to see whatever you decide on tomorrow." The ten rand might have been beneath my bra, but it felt like a badge proclaiming, look here -- look at the whore - look what she does for ten rand. I couldn't bear to look at any of my co-workers as I went to my cubicle, picked up my pocketbook, and left. To be continued. *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 02 Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** "Fuck her," I said as I drove home. I wouldn't get earrings or my nails done. It was bad enough that she pulled that shit on me at work, but there was no way I was going to allow her to control my private life. Then I realized that if I went home, I would have to explain to my husband why I was home early. I fingered the ten dollar bill. Maybe I would get my nails done. I certainly derserved it after all I had been through, but there was no way I was going to wear trampy big hooped earrings to work tomorrow. No way in hell. I was a little late getting home after I had my nails done, but that wasn't unusual and Bill was watching TV in his boxers as usual. A bag of potato chips and several cans of beer were on the table next to his feet. He was home all day with nothing to do and the house was in worse shape than when I left this morning. I wanted to be mad. I deserved more than this . . . especially after what I had been through. I should cuss him out, but I needed something. *I* needed relief. "What's for dinner hon?" he asked, not bothering to look back at me. I reached beneath my skirt, shucked off my panties, then put them to my nose and inhaled my musky aroma. God, I needed a fuck. I strutted over to his chair, unbuttoning my blouse on the way. "Me," I said. I didn't even bother to take off my clothes; I just hiked up my skirt and sat in his lap. I ground against him until he grew hard. I fished his cock out of the fly of his drawer and he slipped easily into my pussy and soon we were making love. I was his wife again, not some cheap office whore. A pussy girl. At least I was until I leaned back and raked my nails over his chest. It was the nails that did it. They made me think about Thandi's demands and then about Thandi herself. I couldn't help but imagine I was back on the floor between her legs - pleasuring her. "Can't you do anything right?" she demanded. I shook my head to clear the forbidden images from my mind, but I began to doubt myself. What if Bill didn't enjoy me? Was I a bad lover? "Is it good for you baby? Am I doing it right?" I asked Bill. "Oh yeah baby," he grunted. "You're doin' real good." But he would lie, wouldn't he? Instead of Bill, I saw images of Thandi, looking down at me, disapprovingly. Yes, he would lie. I began to bounce harder. The sofa squeaked beneath us. "How's that baby? Is that better?" I kissed him deeply, tasting the beer on his breath, and tweaked his nipples through his t-shirt. "Oh God," he grunted. "Fuck, I'm cumming." I milked him with my pussy, trying to get myself off. I wasn't even close and he was rapidly growing softer. I reached beneath me and cupped my pussy so his cum wouldn't leak out as I stood. I walked pigeon-toed to the bathroom, looking at the clock on my way. Two minutes had passed. Fuck. I locked the door behind me, sat down on the toilet, spread my legs. Sometimes, if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. I lightly tweaked my nipples, while my other hand traveled down to my sex. Two fingers thrust in and out of my cum-filled pussy, while I circled my clit with my forefinger. I wish I could say that I was thinking of Bill, but instead my mind was on her - that coloured bitch Thandi. She was disappointed by my masturbation technique. Was I really that bad? Had I missed out on something when I masturbated myself? I fluttered my manicured nails over my clit and teased my opening with a finger, instead of my usual around the clit and in and out method. es, that felt good. I was missing out. I got intimate with my cunt for the next twenty minutes and experimented. It was something I should have done ages ago. I was sitting there, legs spread wide, one hand stretching my pussy wide, the other lightly spanking my moist pink flesh, sending jolts of pleasure through my body, when suddenly, my reverie was broken by a loud knocking on the door. "Did you fall in?" Bill said. "No." Goddamnit, I thought to myself. "I'll be out in just a minute." Asshole, you came, didn't you? Give me just a goddamn minute more. "Well hurry up. I'm hungry." I tried to finish myself off, but the moment was broken. I took a cold washcloth and wiped my steaming pussy. I'll be back for you later baby, I promised my aching sex. ************ Unfortunately, later came, but my pussy didn't. I spent the rest of the night cooking and cleaning. I went to bed early for some *alone time*, nobody but us girls. In five minutes my husband came to bed. His back was to me, but it was also touching me. I tried for a few minutes. Gently moving my fingers in tiny circles around my clit, but it is impossible to satisfy myself without being discovered. It was difficult to sleep, I kept thinking back to what happened with my new black boss earlier that day. The thoughts were arousing. I wondered what was wrong with me. ************* The next morning I dressed and went to work. By the time I walked through the door, my heart was pumping and my knees were shaking with fear. The urge to pee was overwhelming, so I stopped at the bathroom before I went to my desk. The morning passed without mishap. I was even in a meeting with Thandi and she ignored me, which I was glad of. Afterwards, I sat at my desk, slightly relieved that maybe yesterday was the end of our bizarre relationship. She did say that I didn't do a very good job, so it was possible that she decided to make someone else her 'Pussy girl'. I smiled at the thought, looking around the office and wondered who it might be. Then my phone rang. It was her. "Tracy, please report to my office." "Yes, ma-am," I said. I could hear the blood pound in my ears as I hurried to her office. Would I be fired? Or would she make me masturbate her again? Or would she act as if nothing ever happened. I opened her door and she was sitting there looking more than a little impatient impatient. "Close the door and lock it," she said. "When I ask you to report to my office, I expect you here promptly. Is that understood?" "Yes, ma-am." I hurried straight here, I wanted to argue, but bit my tongue and locked the door. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "You know the procedure." "Ma-am?" She shook her head disapprovingly. "Shit, what an incompetent," she muttered. "Take off your clothes and put them on the desk, then come over here and *report* to me." The way she said *report*, it left little to the imagination. She pointed down at her crotch, smirking all the while. Oh God, she was going to make me do it again. I started to take off my clothes. "I don't have all day, girl," she said. I hurriedly stripped, until I was naked, with my hands covering the more private areas. "Come here," she said. "Don't kneel down yet. I bought you a present." "Move your hands," she said. My pussy was inches from her face. I was turned on and humiliated beyond belief. I prayed she wouldn't discover my aroused condition. She ignored my distress, and proceeded to put a strange device on me. First, one hoop went around my waist and a smooth mound went over my crotch. Another hoop went between my legs and she fastened them all together. The crotch piece was covered by a form fitting piece of Styrofoam. I gasped when she removed it. The silver mound looked just like my own, only everything was exaggerated. It was puffy, the lips were distended, and the clit rose up from it like a tiny cock. It was a gross perversion of the female sex, and it cupped me and cradled me at the same time. She grabbed a small round protuberance, and turned it. "Now, pull it out and give it to me," she said. I pulled out what appeared to be a key and reluctantly gave it to her. Something inside told me things had just went to another level, but I her eyes told me to give it to her anyway. "What is it?" I asked. She arched an eyebrow at me. "What is it ma-am?" I corrected myself. She said, "I call it our new profit sharing plan. You remember yesterday when I said it was my job to motivate my girls. Well this is your motivation, a chastity belt." Oh shit, this was too much. I tugged at the device and tried to get it off. I looked for the key, but she locked it in her desk. "Are you finished yet?" she asked. "Give me the key," I demanded, grabbing at her hand. "This is going to way too far." "I'll give it to you when you've earned it," she laughed, smirking at me and easily keeping the key from my grasp. "I'll get someone to cut it off." "I'd like to see you explain how you got it. And just look at it," she said, her gaze traveling up and down it's very realistic looking lips. "It's so embarrassing, isn't it? No, I don't think you will be showing it to anyone." Tears welled in my eyes. In my heart, I knew she was right. I tried a different tact. Begging: "Please ma'am. Take it off. I don't won't to do this anymore." "Sure. But first I want some relief. I'm feeling a little tense today." I sank to my knees. Defeated. "I think I will stay in my chair today," she said, raising her hips, so that I could remove her panties. She placed her legs over the arms of her chair and leaned back. I proceeded to masturbate her. She smiled when she saw my nails. "Your nails are absolutely gorgeous," she said. "Are they mine?" "Yes ma-am." Somehow I was pleased that she noticed. Bill never mentioned them last night. "I love the way the color looks against my skin," she said. It was a French manicure. The nails were the white and the pink. They stood out, bright as neon, contrasting with her dark skin. I teased her clit with my nail, trailed it along her slit, before cupping her whole pussy in my hand and squeezing lightly, a move I had discovered last night, before I was rudely interrupted. "See," she breathed. "You are better already." I blushed, unable to meet her eyes. "Look at me." I still couldn't. I stared at my fingers and at her sex. "I said. Look at me. My eyes, not my cunt." It was harder to do than you would think, especially, when you are naked and kneeling between the legs of a fully clothed woman. I met her eyes and her gaze was penetrating. It fucked me. It fucked me to my soul. "That's it pussy girl. I can see you now. I can see it in your eyes that you are going to give me a good cum this time. Aren't you pussy girl?" I nodded my head. My flushed cheeks burned. This was what I dreamed of the night before, of servicing her, of her condescending attitude and her superior stare that bored from my eyes straight to my sex. I needed to cum so badly and now even that had been taken from me. "I love those soft white fingers, pussy girl. They've never been spoiled with calluses from hard work, have they? Have they?" She was breathing heavy. The corners of her mouth turned up - half sly grin - half sexy pout. "No ma'am." "Yes, so soft . . . so tender. I bet you are soft and tender all over." I thought back to my first maid. She was an older colored woman. She would massage my feet with her hard calloused hands after I came in from the office. I tried to imagine her servicing my pussy like I was servicing Ms. Moore's. Instead, my fantasy took a turn for the worse and I was on my knees in front my former maid. I gasped and opened my eyes due to a sudden pain shooting from my nose. Thandi held my nose between her thumb and forefinger. "I said, look at me girl and I meant it. Look at my eyes and my face while you work. That is how you know if you are doing a good job, little pussy girl." I concentrated on pleasing her again. My fingers dance and teased, prodded and probed. Her face softened and she was right, it provided a road map to her pleasure. A closing of the eyes, a gasp, or a biting of the lower lip, meant to continue. Her eyes opening to look at me meant she wanted me to do something else. A wince meant she didn't like it and I wasn't to repeat that again. "You're going to make me cum you pussy. My little pussy girl. Make me cum with your fingers. Your soft white fingers. Work those fingers girl. Look at me, not my cunt." God she was demanding and my hands were tired, but I continued on. Masturbating her to the best of my ability. Her face contorted. The veins in her neck stood out. Her breathing grew ragged. Her hips bucked. The chair squeaked. This is what an orgasm looks like, I thought. "God, I'm oh-oh-I'm cumming," she announced, as she grabbed both my ears and pulled my face into her pussy. I didn't know what to do since my fingers couldn't reach her, so I just held still and stared at her. Stared at her, while she used my face as some sort of masturbation device. Her face told the story of her orgasmic bliss. Gradually, it grew more relaxed, the thrusting of her hips fainter, and thankfully her grip on my ears lessened. Her eyes fluttered open and then widened in shock to see my face trapped between her thighs, pulled tight against her sex. She let go of my ears and I pulled back. "Did I hurt you, my tender girl?" she asked, rubbing my ears and then stroking my hair. "No," I said. "I'm alright." I kept my stare directed at her face. It was hard, part of me wanted to look at her pussy, to see what it looked like after all my hard work. Her eyes hardened. "Well, what are you staring at? Clean me up and do something with your face. It's a mess. Then, get dressed and get back to work. Don't think for a minute that this changes anything. I expect you to still do your job and I expect you to do it right." Thankless bitch. "Yes, ma-am," I said, trying my best to keep my thoughts hidden, as I cleaned her sex with tissues. Afterwards, I cleaned myself and dressed. She stopped me at the door. "Oh, and Tracy," she said as an after thought. "You did an excellent job. I'm very pleased with your performance." I couldn't believe she said that. I was naked, on my knees, giving her an orgasm and she commends me like I did good work on the Pittman project. What do you say to that? I was only doing it because you forced me, you psycho bitch. No, I couldn't say that. She still had the box in the corner and a pink slip with my name on it, not to mention the key to this damned belt. "Thank you ma-am," I muttered, my blushing face pointing to the floor, my eyes cast up at her from underneath my bangs. I caught myself in a bob. She did too and smiled condescendingly. "Get me a cup of coffee when you come back and don't forget to freshen your face." Yes, my face. My pussy scented face. I repaired the damage to my makeup, but I still smelled like her. I hurried to the bathroom, washed my face and fingers, reapplied my makeup, got her a cup of coffee, and gave it to her. She didn't even bother to look up, just motioned with her hands, as if to say; hurry along girl - my little pussy girl. I returned to work, still smelling the odor of her sex in my nostrils, and praying that no one else could. The steel chastity belt was uncomfortable. The way it hugged my sex, kept me aroused and always thinking about it. I found the only way to function, was to pour myself into my work. The day flew by. I had lunch with Ms. Moore, per her request. I could feel the stares of my coworkers, as if I had sold them out, by kissing up to the head bitch. I ate the salad she ordered for me. I didn't have a say in the matter and we chatted about work. As if we were friends and had a normal working relationship. Afterwards, we returned to work and I threw myself into it again. The phone rang, I looked down to see her number, and my heart started to pound. I picked it up. "Yes, ma-am?" "Report to my office at once, Tracy." "Yes, ma-am." I hurried to her office, my legs a blur beneath my skirt. I opened the door, locked it, and started to disrobe. "Leave them on," she said. "You've done a good job today Tracy, and I'm letting you off early to run a few errands." She slid a key ring to me and I took it. She handed me a map and fifty dollars. "The keys are to my house. I want you to go to the drycleaners and pick up my clothes, and pick up a take-out meal for dinner. Chinese would be nice. Get enough for two. Take it all to my house, you have a map. When you get there, I want you to change clothes and get on my treadmill. Just push start, don't touch the programming and do it until it stops. Don't leave until I get home." This was the second day she let me off early and co-workers were starting to notice. I kept my eyes downcast, unable to meet their agitated glances, praying they wouldn't see the outline of the steel belt, encasing my pussy. I did as she requested, and every time I got up or sat down, the belt cupped and caressed my sex. As I rode to her house, I realized I was hot. No, not just hot, I was desperate. I even felt like I could have molested the young clerk at the drycleaners. My hand snuck beneath my skirt and I tried to circumvent the belt, but I couldn't so much as wiggle a little finger beneath the cruel, unyielding steel. I pulled the car over, had a little cry and then summoned the strength to begin driving again. By the time I arrived at her house, I had resigned myself to the situation. A situation that couldn't last forever; I just needed to be patient. Her house was not quite what I imagined. For some reason I pictured a huge mansion. It wasn't. It was even slightly smaller than mine. I took the food and clothes in her house, and found the outfit she wanted me to exercise in, laying on her bed. I stripped and sat down on the bed, and instead of dressing, I tried once again to circumvent the belt. I couldn't. To my horror, I found that the outfit I was to wear wasn't much of an outfit at all, only a sports bra and a thin pair of shorts with a built in thong that left little to the imagination. I put them on, stepped on the stairclimber, and pressed start. It was hard work. My legs and ass burned like mad. I was tempted several times to turn the machine down, but I hesitated at the last moment. Her instructions were firm regarding this matter and usually the machine seemed to sense I was about to give up and the intensity would grow less. The wall was one giant mirror. It was impossible not to look at myself while I exercised. My sweat had soaked the white bra making my pink aureoles clearly visible. The shaped mound of the chastity belt was clearly visible through the bottoms. Even though I knew what I was seeing was only steel, my mind seemed drawn to the shape of a large gaping sex with a hard clit sticking out. Seeing myself this way in the mirror only served to stoke the flames of my increasingly frustrating need for sex. The exercise program finally ended, and I got off and took a shower. While I was there I tried to wiggle my soapy fingers into the belt, but it wouldn't yield. I had to settle for massaging my soapy breasts. It felt nice, but it did nothing to give me release and only served to let me know just how bad a fix I was in. Then I remembered the keys! I quickly dried off, wrapped the towel around me, and found her key ring by the door. I sat down on the couch and tried every key in hopes of opening the belt. No luck. Speaking of luck, it was at that moment she opened the front door catching me there red handed. "What the hell are you doing slut?" she demanded. "Nothing," I said, hiding the keys behind my back. She slid the thin narrow belt from the loops of her skirt as she approached me. "I see you need a lesson about lying *and* disobedience." "What are you doing?" I said, getting up from the couch and backing away from her. She couldn't do what it looked like she was going to do, could she? Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 02 She pursued. I fled. She grabbed the towel. Naked but for the belt I wore, I continued to flee. She caught me in the hall, forcing me down to the carpet and sat on my back to keep me there. The belt leapt out, kissing my backside painfully. I tried to shield myself from the blows with my hands, but she held my arms trapped between my sides and her thighs. She quickly made easy work of me, the belt whistling in the air, punctuated by the sound of leather on flesh, ending in my cries. It never seemed to end. I tried to fight, but eventually just have up, laboring for breath between sobs and clenching with each painful blow. Finally, I felt her getting up. I tried to push myself up. "Don't move," she warned me. "Or I'll start over from the beginning." She didn't have to tell me twice. I lay there obediently, not moving a muscle even as she stuffed something in my mouth. "I'm tired of listening to you blubber," she said. The taste and odor hit me. I realize what it is she's put in my mouth. Her panties. I spit them out. "It looks like I need to start your obedience lesson all over again," she says. "No, wait," I said. "Anything but that." She held the panties to my mouth again and I forced myself to open. "Ask me nicely." Dear God, she was going to make me to ask for them. "Please," I begged. "Please what?" "Please put your panties in my mouth." "Since you insist," she said, forcing her soiled undergarment into my mouth. I could taste her. Worse, I had begged for it. "It seems you have learned obedience," she said. "Now, let's address the lying." "Mmmmphhhh..." I cried through the panty gag. She removed them. "Something to say?" she asked. "Please, I-I can't take anymore on my ass," I begged crying. She rubbed her hand over my burning bottom cheeks. I could feel the ridges she had cut into me with the small belt. "Yes," she said. "These have been marked pretty good. How about you take the rest on your fat white thighs?" "Please don't," I muttered. "Ass or thighs," she said. "You pick." Damned if I did, damned if I didn't. ". . . thighs." I chose. "No," she said. "Ask me for it. And you better start showing me respect." Why was she doing this to me? What had I ever done to her to deserve this? "Please ma'am," I begged. "Can I have the rest on my thighs?" "Sure you can my little pussy girl," she cooed, stuffing her panties back in my mouth. "Just roll over for me and spread those pudgy legs of yours." I rolled over on my back and parted my legs. "Spread them slut," she ordered. "Spread them like you do for all those white boyfriends of yours." My cheeks burned with humiliation. I longed to tell her I had a husband not a bunch of boyfriends, but I couldn't due to the gag in my mouth. Instead, I spread my legs wide, obeying her, while she hiked up her skirt and sat down on my chest. "I think five on each of your fat thighs should be enough for you to learn your lesson," she said, before announcing, "Here it comes." She struck me with the end of the belt on the inside of one thigh, paused a second and then hit the other. It wasn't until she hit me the second time that the pain from the first blow registered and when it did, it really registered. It felt like I had been bee-stung all along the inside of my thigh. My legs flew closed and I rubbed my thighs together trying to lessen the pain, but only serving to rub one dark welt against the other. "Come on whore," she said, shifting her weight on my chest. "Get those legs apart." It was slow work getting back in position. My body didn't want to obey my mind, but eventually I was able to spread my shaking and trembling legs apart. "Wider, Tracy-girl," she said, shifting again on my chest. I became aware of what she was doing. She was grinding against me and getting off on this - getting off on punishing me and there was nothing I could do about it. I submitted to her, drawing my legs up and spreading them wide, knees and feet spread out like a common whore. "Two," she said, strapping my thighs with the belt on the inside of each of my thighs. This blow hurt even more, causing me to buck and squirm underneath her. "Ahhh," Thandi groaned. "Again." I was crying and sobbing through the panty gag. My hips pumped as the tried to dissipate the pain. I was also turned on. My pussy quivered, desperate for stimulation. My nipples were so hard, they hurt. I spread my legs again. Again and again, she let my body taste her leather belt. I could feel her wet pubes sticking to my chest as she ground against me. She kept going, whipping the insides of my spread thighs until I had five bright red stripes on each one. Her hips ground against me the whole time. At the end, I lay splayed underneath her. She idly traced one of the welts. "I love the way the red looks against your skin," Thandi said, looking back over her shoulder and looking down at me. "And do you know what else I would like to see?" I shook my head, unable to speak for the panties in my mouth. She spun around, straddling me now from the front. "Those pretty white fingers working my black pussy." This I could do. It was a task far simpler than being whipped. My fingers entered her easily. I fucked her with shallow thrusts, alternately bringing them out and diddling her clit. Her head rolled to the side, before rolling down and looking down at me with a superior grin. I blushed, looking down, unable to meet those piercing brown eyes. Not after what she had done to me. I was sure she would see my murderous rage. "Look at me, my tender little pussy girl," she cooed, tilting my head back, and pulling the panties from my mouth. I forced myself to meet her eyes and try not to get lost in her power. Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her lips. God, she looked sexy and the thought scared me to the core. I hate you. I chanted in my head as a mantra. She panted, rolled her hips in a circle, and gasped. "So angry the way you look at me little pussy girl, my white finger fucking pussy girl." I looked back down in fear. Afraid she would beat me again. She tilted my head back up. "No, I like it," Thandi said. "Tell me what you are thinking right now or I will whip those milky white tits of yours." I couldn't tell her; she would whip me anyway. And Jesus, she was going to do it on my breasts. "I hate you," I whimpered, looking back at her accusingly. "Yes!" she cried, squeezing her nipples and running her hand down her body. "Come on girl do my clit while you do my pussy." I worked her pussy with both of my hands. I hated her. I wanted to be her. I wanted my pussy playing with. "You're my girl now," she said. "I've turned you. I've turned you into a pussy girl. My pussy girl. How does it feel?" "I hate you," I spat. "I hate you. I hate this. I hate the way my ass burns. I hate the way my thighs feel. I hate the way people at work look at me. I hate the way my pussy aches. . ." "Oh-yes, I love it. Ugh-here-it-comes." "I hate you. I hate watching you orgasm. I hate. . ." Her hips bucked lewdly, displaying her carnal desires. As if to say, look at me orgasm, don't you wish you could? And I did. I wished more than anything to be sweating and humping in pleasure. Ah-ah-ugh-fuck-fuck-I'm-cumming," she cried, before collapsing on my face and smothering my tirade with her sex and thighs. I hated her. I hated her and I wanted to be her. I wanted an orgasm. I wanted to . . . taste her. She got off of me and to my disbelief, looped the belt around my neck and pulled me to the couch as if I were some sort of animal. "Mmmm-you tossed me off good that time," she said, running her fingers through my hair. I wanted to say fuck you bitch, let me up, I'm not a goddamn dog. Instead I said, "Thanks. Can I go please?" "Not yet. I think you deserve a treat," she said. She pulled a gift box out of her purse and handed it to me. I sat kneeling in front of her, with my hands covering my breasts, staring at the package as if it might blow up. "Go on. Take it." Her voice left no room for discussion. Reluctantly, I took my hands from my breasts and opened the package. I gasped at the first hint of glitter. It was a large gold bracelet and very nicely made and a pair of earring. There was a golden cats dangling from the bracelet, and it had jeweled eyes. The clasp was held together by a fairly large golden lock. The earrings were hoops, with identical cats in the loops. "I-I don't know what to say," I said. "Say thank you Miss Moore." "Thank you Miss Moore." "Here, let me put it on you," Thandi said, pulling her gold necklace from between her breasts. On the end of the chain was a gold key which she used to unlock the clasp on the bracelet. I knew at that moment it was the key to my chastity as well. "You like?" she said, dangling the key in front of my eyes. "Please, ma'am" I begged. "Unlock me." "You have to earn it first." God, how I needed that key. "How?" I asked. She replaced the key between her breasts and closed the lock shut on my bracelet. Then she held my arm up to the light and flicked the cat so that it rocked back and forth. "It's a pussy," she said. "And you are my pussy girl. If you want to get your little belt off, all you have to do is keep doing what you are doing. I want you to toss me off ten times. For each time, I will give you a new pussy for your bracelet. Once you have ten little pussies, I will unlock you." "Only ten times," I said. "Do the ones today count?" "Just the one tonight. It has to be a good one. Not like that shit from today or yesterday." "Please," I gasped, running my hands down my body and pushing against the chastity belt. "Just for tonight. I need it. It's been too long." I was telling her more than I meant to. "And I *want* you needing it. With great motivation comes great results, and I want you supremely motivated," she said laughingly, as she took off my earrings and put on the large hoops. "But-but," I sputtered. She stood up, holding the end of my makeshift leash slung above her shoulder, and walked to the kitchen. I did my best to shuffle along behind her without bumping into her. I felt so naked, so vulnerable, even more so by the fact that she was still dressed in her business clothes. Thandi opened the take-out trays and inhaled deeply. "Mmmmm," she said, doling herself a plate of food. When she was done, she placed the rest into two containers. "There should be enough left for you and your husband," she said. To my disbelief, she snorted and then spat into one of the containers and stirred it in. "This one is for your husband, okay?" She couldn't expect me to serve him that, could she? "Okay," she said, jerking on the belt and causing it to tighten around my neck. "Yes, ma'am," I answered. "Good," she said, removing the belt from my neck and giving one of the large earrings small thump. "Get dressed and go home. Be sure to wear my gifts tomorrow." ******** Afterwards, I drove home. I was an emotional wreck. I had been whipped, humiliated, and treated like a slave. Making matters worse, I was turned no beyond belief. I wanted more, I wanted lots more, but most of all, I wanted to cum. ********************* When I got home, the first words out of my husband's mouth were, "Geez, you're late. I'm about to starve." "Don't worry, I brought home Chinese," I said with a grin. This was going to be easier than I thought. "Oh, and don't bother getting up. I'll fix your plate." "Asshole," I muttered under my breath, as I went to the kitchen. If he only had an idea of how much I had endured to provide for us, he wouldn't take me for granted like he did. I fixed him a plate of food and for spite, I spit in his food as well and stirred it in. I returned to the living room with our plates, got us each a beer, and sat down to eat. He was watching football as usual. "Do you think we could watch something else," I asked. "Sure," he said. "Just let me watch the rest of this game. There's only ten minutes left." I felt a little guilty as he ate his spit-laden food, but twenty minutes later and the game still on, I wished I had tossed in some dirt as well. Finally, it was over and we watched the news. "There's something different about you," Bill said, looking at me critically. "But I can't quite put my finger on it." My face burned in shame. Maybe he recognized the fact that I was now a 'pussy-girl' for my boss. I carried so many of her marks on me now, there was no way I could volunteer anything to him. I sat dreading what he noticed. "Your earrings," he said. "They're new aren't they? Honey, you know you can't afford to waste our money like that." "They're old," I said, and after a sudden inspiration, decided to put him on the defensive. "I'm wearing them because I can't afford to buy any new ones." "Well, they look good on you," he said. The fact that he even noticed them, much less liked them, let me know just how garish and outlandish they looked on me. "Thanks," I replied, standing up and picking up our plates in the process. I smiled with the knowledge of what he had eaten. "At least pick up your shoes and socks while I clean up." For the rest of the night, I cleaned the house, took a cold shower to ease the need in my body, and went to bed. I was awakened to the sensation of someone caressing my pajama covered bottom. I responded, pushing my ass back to make myself more available. The belt! I realized with a start, catching his hand and moving away from my husband. "Leave me alone," I said. "I was asleep." I laid there, aroused and unable to go to sleep, but holding still and praying he would. He didn't. His hand returned to my bottom. I couldn't afford to let him discover the chastity belt. How could I explain that? I sighed, ducking under the covers and making my way to his crotch. He was already partially hard. I tongued the head of his cock, covered my teeth with my lips and sucked it into my mouth. I moved up and down on the head, until he was fully erect. With one hand moving up and down his cock with a twisting motion, while fondling his balls with the other, I bobbed my head up and down on his hard cock. I could hear him mutter something to the effect of, "Oh shit. Oh Jesus," while he pushed up and down on my head, however, I was too busy taking a personal inventory to pay it much mind. Yes, judging by my painfully hard nipples and my aching pussy, I was pleased to note that I was aroused and still thankfully straight. There was only one small problem: I wasn't as aroused as I had been with Thandi. I suppose it could have been that she held the key to unlock the chastity belt and no matter what Bill did tonight, there was no way he could bring me off. Speaking of bringing off, Bill grabbed my head and tried to shove his prick down my throat. Luckily, my hand was wrapped around the base. It stopped the progress of his prick, but did nothing to stop his bitter cum from spurting in my mouth. I guess that makes me a pussy girl and a dick girl; my existence solely to please other people, without any regard to my own pleasure. I milked him until he was spent, then got up, went to the bathroom, spit his sperm into a tissue and flushed it down the toilet. I washed my mouth out with mouthwash, spit it out, and looked in the mirror. My eyes were haunted and hungry with need. I locked the bathroom door and took off my clothes. My nipples were painfully tight, my chest flushed, and my pussy . . . I bet my pussy look just as aroused and open as the one molded into the surface of the metal belt covering it. Red streaks covered the inside of my thighs and only one thought screamed in my mind. I MUST CUM! I covered my abdomen with baby oil as lubrication and tried to sneak a finger in. Nothing. I tried pushing a cue-tip through the pee-hole. Nada. I tried pushing the cue-tip through the top. Nothing worked. Even when I could circumvent the belt, I couldn't get enough movement in order to get off. Using my baby-oil coated fingers, I even tried finger-fucking my ass, but the goddamn manicure prevented me from doing so. In the end, I played with my nipples and listened to the lock on the bracelet clack against my metal prison, as I fucked myself in the ass with a lipstick tube. The only thing I succeeded in was making myself even more horny and frustrated than before. I cried briefly. Took another cold shower and went back to bed, trying uselessly to sleep. Goddamn her. Goddamn that coloured bitch. *********** Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 03 Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** My night's sleep was fitful at best. I awoke several times with images of Thandi and of servicing her. God, what was happening to me? I went to the bathroom to get ready, doing my best to hide the dark circles under my eyes and get dressed, complete with my new earrings. I went to work with butterflies in my stomach. I worked at my desk, and tried to catch up on the work I missed, due to leaving early yesterday. The whole time I worked, I worried about The Call. The Call, that's what I referred to it as now. The Call was the key to my sexual release as well as my subjugation. At first, I was dreading the call, but by 10:30, I wanted The Call. Just so I could get it over with and I could stop worrying about it. Finally it came. My heart beat faster when I saw her extension flash on the phone. "Ma'am?" I answered the phone. "Report to my office, Pussy-girl," Thandi said. I blushed with humiliation at how I must look rushing to her office like a good little brown-noser. I entered her office, closed and locked the door behind me, and started to disrobe. "Wait," she said, spinning her finger in the air. "Turn around and let me see what you have on." I spun around, modeling my outfit for her. It was black turtleneck and a tight black skirt that went just above my knee. It wasn't something I wore to work, but it was the only thing that didn't look completely stupid with the large gold earrings I was forced to wear. "Very nice," she said. "That's the sort of stuff a professional woman with ambition should wear. Do you understand me?" It was the sort of stuff a woman who doesn't mind putting out for a promotion would wear and evidentially it was the sort of stuff I would be wearing from now on. "Yes, ma'am," I replied. She went back to working on the paperwork on her desk. "Good, hurry up, you know what you have to do," she said, without looking up. "I've got a report to give before lunch, but I need to relieve some stress first." I hate her for cheapening the act. She acted as if it what I was doing for her was nothing more than asking me to fill out a report. She had no idea of the sacrifice and how hard it was to bear this humiliation. But, there was nothing I could do about it, so I stripped, and laid my folded clothes on the chair. When I moved to her side of the desk, she slid her chair back and patted the desktop. "Hop up and spread your legs. I need to inspect your friend to make sure you haven't tried to sneak one in." God, I couldn't believe it. That was the last place I wanted to be. There would be no way I could hide my sexual arousal from her, but I did as she asked, cringing as she smirked at my flushed breasts and hardened nipples. She inspected the lock and then rubbed her hand along my welted thighs. "I bet you're creaming yourself right now, aren't you Pussy-girl?" I blushed, nodded my head, all the while avoiding her gaze. "Look at me girl. Look at me and answer my question." I looked into her piercing eyes. "N-no ma'am, I'm not c-c-creaming myself," I managed to force out, lying to her face. She scooted her chair back, grabbed my hair and pulled me forcefully off the desktop. "Stop fucking around and get to work you lying slut." I withered under her harsh gaze. Kneeling down, I reached underneath her skirt and removed her panties. Her sex was wet and aroused - the odor of her musk strong. I pushed back against the flesh on her stomach, causing her pinkish purple clit to stand at attention. It looked so powerful - so free, while my poor little pearl was locked tightly away within its steel prison. I lightly brushed my fingertip against her nubbin, before delving between her nether lips, coating my finger with her nectar before I began to manipulate it in earnest. "Look at me," Thandi commanded, tugging on my earring. I met her smugly superior stare. "Every time you lie, you lose a point. Do you get the point?" She must have read my confused look. "In other words Pussy-girl, you just lost a point. You now owe me ten good orgasms before I let you out of your snug little belt." "No please," I begged almost crying. I couldn't go back to the beginning again. "Get those delicate fingers back to work girl," she said, then continued as I resumed her masturbation. "I don't tolerate liars. You don't have anyone to blame but yourself. Now, tell me the truth. Are you creaming yourself?" "Yes, ma'am," I admitted. I plunged a finger into her pussy and she gasped. "Is your husband suspicious? Has he mentioned anything about your gifts?" "He's not suspicious yet." I couldn't believe it myself. My world had been turned upside down and all he noticed were the earrings. "The only thing he's noticed is the earrings." Her lip quivered. "Did he like them?" she asked breathlessly, grabbing hold of each of the large hoops in my ears. "yes-" I gasped. God I needed to cum. "Good. Deep inside it means he approves of your new position." She bit down on her lower lip, and thrust her pelvis. "Did he eat my other present?" she asked. My own hips humped in response. He ate it. He ate her spit. I fed it to him last night. "Yes," I breathed. "He belongs to me too. Has he wanted sex?" " . . . yes." "I love your earrings," she said, shifting her grip on my earrings, using them to pull my face just inches from her sex. I was forced to watch up close as my fingers probed and caressed her silken wet silken folds. "Now, tell me what happened." I told her everything that happened last night. She came close to cumming twice, but she made me stop until it passed and then begin again. She said she wanted to hear the entire story first. "What went through your mind when he touched your ass?" "I was panicked. Scared he would find the belt. More scared than I had ever been in my life." "How did it feel giving him a blowjob when you couldn't get any pleasure?" she asked. "Jealous and horny. I enjoyed it until he came and then he was tired, while I was frustrated and couldn't sleep. "While you were bobbing for prick," she said. "I bet you were thinking about me, weren't you?" God, I wanted-no needed to lie. "Yes," I breathed. "You're not turning queer on me are you?" "No." My faced flushed. "I'm a married woman." "I love the feel of your hot breath on my pussy. Tell me the rest and keep breathing hard," she said, as she placed her heels on her desk. I wanted to scream with my frustration. The sight of her there, so utterly without inhibition, while I knelt between her legs submissively giving her pleasure overwhelmed me. Yes, she was a bitch and I hated her, but at the same time I lusted for her. I wanted to rip the belt off and throw her to the floor. I wanted her to do for me, what she made me do for her. But instead, I fucked her pussy with my fingers, while making sure to breathe on her pussy. Telling her about what I did in the bathroom. Even telling her where I put the lipstick tube. "You are such a slut my pussy girl - an ass whore. But, don't worry, deep down, all white women are ass whores." Her hips humped, the seat squeaked. I worried that someone would hear. "Oh God, faster. Do it faster." My fingers sped to a blur. "Here it cums. Oh fuck - here it cums." She announced, pressing my face against her crotch while she bucked uncontrollably. After she came down from her orgasm, she released my head and lifted my head back up. "Last question pussy girl," she said, grinning. "While I held you between my thighs, did you want to taste me? Even just a little bit?" I blushed down to my marrow. Could she read my mind? I needed desperately to lie to hold on to any shred of my dignity . . .but I needed to cum even more. "Yes," I admitted, tears welling in my eyes. "But you didn't." She was grinning again. "Why not?" "Because I hate you," I spat, glaring up at her from between her thighs. "Oh, God," she gasped, her hands going to her breasts and squeezing them forcefully. She propped her legs back up on her desk. "Quickly, do it again," she commanded. I masturbated her again, more forcefully this time. Going so far as to use three fingers when I fucked her. "You wanted to taste me. You're turning queer. My little queer pussy girl," she gasped. "Tell me queer, how does it feel to be under the boss's desk earning your living?" "I hate it. I hate you." I took out my frustrations on her pussy. "But you respect me," she said, taking off the necklace that contained the key to my chastity. "Because I have power over you and with this I own your pussy." She dangled the key in front of my face taunting me. "Kiss it. Show me how much you want it." I kissed the shiny gold key. I even parted my lips, while she dangled it inside and fucked it in and out of my mouth. "Make me cum. Make me cum again my pretty white pussy girl. That's it. Oh-oh-oh-here it cums. Ugh-ugh- fuck-fuck-fuck-you make me cum so hard." Her legs lifted from the desk, and spread as far apart as they could due to the arms of her chair. So far apart her ass lifted up from her seat. Her stomach trembled and her hips bucked. My hands were coated with her sticky juices. After she was spent, she handed me a box of tissues. I blotted her pussy dry and slipped her panties back in place without having to be asked. She tilted my head up and looked into my eyes, causing my heart to pound. "That was a good one," she said, before frowning. "And your face is a mess. We can't have you leave looking like that. It's not professional" She cleaned my face off with tissues, occasionally, stopping to dab the tissues in her mouth before resuming her cleaning. Afterwards, she opened her purse and made my face. When she was done, she held the mirror to my face. I was stunned. I was beautiful - I was sexy. I was much too sexy for the office. I was also naked, kneeling between the legs of my boss - a woman I hated. I wasn't going to complain and ask her to do it again. "Am I finished now?" I asked. "Yes," she said, sliding her chair back. "You can get dressed now. Besides, I have some other work for you to do." I turned my back to her and dressed. She started handing me various papers and instructions. She said, "I'm sending you a few spreadsheets. I want you to make some pretty charts out of them and set them up with my comments in a Powerpoint presentation. Do you think you can handle it?" I burned in anger. I ordered the servers that housed all our company's web business. I could damn well do what she asked -- in my sleep. "Yes, ma'am," I answered. "How do the welts on your thighs feel slut?" I pressed my legs together in response. "Sore," I replied honestly. "Your breasts will match if you fuck my presentation up." "Yes, ma'am." I took the papers and hurried to the door. I turned hesitantly. There was something I needed to ask her. "Yes?" she said, not looking up from her computer. I rubbed my thighs together and contracted the muscles in my pussy. "Did that . . . count?" "What a slut," she mumbled. "Don't worry, you only have nine more to go." I hurried back to my desk, not daring to look at anyone, lest they see the changes in my appearance. I immediately began work on what she asked me for. To my horror, I discovered it was an analysis of doing our internet marketing in house as opposed to contracting it out. This was my job - mine and my co- workers. I was tempted to mess it up on purpose, but I thought about the tiny leather belt and my tender breasts. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would live up to her promise. I didn't botch the job. I gave it one hundred percent. While I was working, I brought my hand to my mouth and chewed on a knuckle like I usually do. I tasted her. I immediately went and washed my hands, but it was too late. The damage had been done. I had tasted her. I had tasted a woman. Was I a lesbian now? Was I really turning queer? I tried to put it out of my mind along with my aching frustrated sex. I threw myself into my task, working through lunch. I gave her the final results at three. The prospects of my employment didn't look good. "Thanks," she said, giving me a few bills. "Go to the cafeteria and get us a salad, will you?" When I returned, she was combing through my paperwork. "This looks good - real good. I want you at the meeting when I present this tomorrow. So tonight you're going to be working late at my house. But, first we have to go find something suitable for you to wear." "Yes, ma'am. Ma'am?" I asked. "Yes?" I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. I tried to blink them away. "Will I still have a job after this?" My body shook at the thought of enduring all this for nothing. "Aww, my poor pussy-pet," she said, getting up from her chair. "Come here my nimble fingered girl." I went over to her and she appeared to want to hug me. I opened my arms for her embrace. Instead she captured my hand, pulled it down between her legs, and up her skirt. "As long as you do like I tell you," she slid my hand up and down her crotch of her satin panties. I could feel crease of her sex against my fingers. "You'll *always* have a job with me." Yes, but what kind of job? I didn't go to college to end up as some sort of personal masturbateur. Later that day, after her meeting was over, Thandi tapped me on my shoulder. "Let's go," she said. "Yes, ma'am." I shut down my computer and left with my black supervisor. She handed me the keys. I unlocked the door, got in and popped the other locks as well. She looked back at me with a very dissatisfied look on her face. I hurriedly got out and opened the door for her, then closed it after she was safely in. The urge to slap the smug look off her face was overwhelming. I got back in and started the car. "Where to?" I asked. "The mall." ***************** Later, at the mall. "Please," I begged, struggling against Thandi. "Shhh. . . do you want someone to hear?" "But she'll be back at any minute." "You let me worry about that. The only thing you need to worry about is looking in the mirror. And you better keep those hands down unless you want some pretty pink stripes on your milky white breasts." I stared at the mirror, watching in horror, as Thandi reached from behind me, cupped my bare breasts, lifted them, and let the fall down. Then her dark fingers sought out my pink nipples, tweaking them, and tugging them roughly. It was painful to my cold, contracted, tight nubs, but it also sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. "Why are you doing this to me?" I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. "You need to be fitted for a bra and I want you in your natural slutty state." Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Keep those hand down," Thandi whispered, before facing me toward the door, and then opening it wide. The young girl's eyes widened in surprise at seeing me in such a state, and then moved up to my eyes in a cool professional stare. I wish I could be as cool. Instead, I blushed in humiliation, dying to cover myself, especially considering I was on display to everyone in the store, several of whom were men. The young girl closed the door. "Eager to get started, huh?"she asked. "Yes," I muttered. I wondered if she was making a joke at the eagerness of my nipples or the fact that I had already taken off my shirt and bra. "How about lifting your arms for me?" she said, circling me with the measuring tape. I lifted them up so she could put the tape under them, and went to lower them, but Thandi caught my elbows. "No." She brought my elbows and together behind my head. "Now grab the opposite elbow with each hand." I did as she bid. The girl looked more and more uncomfortable in our presence. "How's that?" Thandi asked her. "It's okay . . . I guess, but really I think they are supposed to be down, but nevermind." she said. She quickly took several measurements. I bit down on my lip to keep from embarrassing myself in front of her. "You're a 34C," she said. "Great," Thandi said. Then she moved her arms around me and grabbed each of my breasts from underneath - lifting them and pushing them together. "What I'm looking for is this effect. Something to give her some lift. Take away a few years of gravity if you know what I mean." She emphasized the 'you know what I mean' part by bouncing my breasts up and down, causing them to jiggle and quiver. The sales girl smirked. She hid her mouth behind her hand to stifle her giggles. I wanted to crawl under a rock, but the only thing I had to hide behind was my blush. The girl left, opened the door wide, making sure those that missed the matinee had a chance at the evening show. A few seconds later I heard several girls laughing out loud. Thandi pinched and tugged at my nipples without compassion. She humped her pelvis against my ass. "Are you wet? I bet you are, aren't you slut? A slut like you probably gets off on showing off her body. Tell me, have these young girls made you wet?" "Yes," I admitted. I dared not lie and risk losing a point. "Do you want her to see how I've got your slutty little pussy under my control?" "God no!" "Then get those nimble fingers into my panties. Go on, reach behind you. That's my girl." She was already soaked. I worked her pussy while she teased my breast. We - I mean I was in constant danger of being exposed. Thandi's body was hid behind mine. "Mmmm-I love your soft fingers," she whispered in my ear. "Look in the mirror, my soft girl. Tell me what you see." I looked in the mirror. Watched my hand working underneath her skirt. Watched Miss Moore tug and pull on my hard nipples. Watched as she held my body tight and pushed her hips against my arse. She could just as well have been fucking me, and judging from the expression on my face, the flush on my cheeks and breasts, and my hardened nipples, I was desperate to be fucked - by anyone. "A-a turned on woman," I admitted. "Look again," she said. "I see a horny little pussy pet. What do you see?" "Oh God," I groaned. "A horny- a horny little pussy pet. Please Miss Moore, please take the belt off. I'll do anything." She continued tugging at my nipples, further elongating them. "I know you will," she said. "And what I want you to do is show this girl how pretty, how long, how erect your nipples are." "Oh, please don't," I gasped, but made no move to stop her and she continued her manipulations. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Monique said, letting go of my nipples. I hurriedly removed my hand from her panties, and wiped away the stickiness on the back of my skirt. There were two girls now. "Wow," said the newer girl, staring at my nipples. I looked down in horror and realized that not only were they now erect, but they were decorated with reddened tell-tell pinch marks. "Go on Pet, raise your arms, so they can dress you. Quickly. You are holding up progress." There was nothing I could do, but meekly lift my arms up and lock my hands around the opposite elbows. The first girl looked hesitant, but the newer girl smiled and took a small bra from her. "This is a nice half-bra. It provides a lot of lift." She talked to Thandi, treating me as if I weren't there. Worse, she took her time fitting me, adjusting my breast this way and that until she was satisfied. "How's that?" "Perfect," said Thandi. "I'll take two of them. Black and red. What do you have there?" "That's a corset. You mentioned taking a few years off. This will sure do it," the new girl said. "Can I help put it on her?" "Sure," Thandi said. The little bitch did a good job of it. I thought she was going to crush my ribs putting the restrictive garment on me. By the time she was finished, I could barely breathe. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 03 "It looks good on your slave," the young girl said. A slave? I was a professional woman. Sure I was in a bind, but it was none of her business anyway. "I have you know, I'm a married woman," I chided the little bitch. Thandi put her arms around me, hugging me intimately, before cupping my breasts. I tried to pull her hands away, but I couldn't. "That's right, my pretty little Pet is a married woman, so don't you girls get the wrong idea about us. We have a perfectly respectable business relationship, don't we Pet?" "Exactly," I said. I would have to have a talk with her about calling me Pet later. The girls grinned a knowing grin. The little bitches didn't believe us! "Thank you for your help girls, I think we will take everything you've shown us. Pet, say thank you Miss." "Thank you Miss," I said, just wanting to get dressed and out of there. I used to enjoy shopping, but this was the worst shopping trip of my life. Everywhere we went, I ended up buying clothes that were much too risqu‚. Sometimes Miss Moore looked around and make sure no one was watching, then placed my hand underneath her skirt. "Hurry, no one is looking. Give me a rub, Pussy-princess," she said. I was sure we weren't caught, but it seemed like everyone who helped us, ended up with the impression that Thandi and I were lovers. Which was totally untrue. To make matters worse, I bought everything myself, from the heels, to the short skirts and thin blouses. I pretty much maxed out my card. "Think of it as an investment," Thandi said. The only thing Thandi paid for was the trip to the beauty shop. She picked out the hairstyle. She said it was more professional, but it looked like it was more suited to a runway model than someone who managed computers. I would have been really pissed off about the hair, but little did I know, Thandi could do much worse. "Is this the place that did your nails?" Thandi asked. "Yes." "Excuse me Miss, I need to talk with you about these nails," Thandi said. Thank God, maybe she would get them taken off as they were much to long for a professional woman. "Yes?" the oriental girl replied. "They are very good, but there is a slight problem with them." "I sorry. What problem?" Thandi grabbed my hand and lifted it up. She lifted up my index and middle fingers. "These two nails are getting in the way." People were turning to look. I blushed in humiliation. "Only two nail?" "Yes, only two nails. The rest are fine. Can you just shorten these two and make sure there are no sharp edges on them. I would hate to be cut." The girl's eyes widened in response, so did everyone else who heard. The girl went back and said something in Chinese. They became very animated, speaking in Chinese and pointing at me - tittering among themselves. I wanted to crawl under a rock. She came back to the desk smiling. "Okay, we fix." Thank God, I didn't have to wait long. She took me back and had someone make the necessary adjustments. When she was finished, Thandi rubbed her fingers over my nails, testing them. "Yes, that will be fine. Thank you so much." I had never been so humiliated in all my life. I shuddered at what all the white women that populated the nail salon must have thought of me. Thinking that I was the lover to this young black woman. I wanted to scream out that I had a husband and I loved him very much. Tell them that I only put up with this treatment and . . .provided additional services to my boss to keep from getting fired. We truly needed my income. To be continued. . . *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 04 Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** We drove back to Thandi's house and she asked me to make dinner. While I busied myself in the kitchen, she sat at the dining table looking over a stack of papers. I was worried about some of the things that had happened earlier that day, and I tried to think about dinner, but I just couldn't lose the sense of apprehension. Thandi came in and poured a glass of wine. "How's dinner coming along?" "It will be ready in a few minutes, ma'am." "You are going to turn heads tomorrow when you show up with your new look," Thandi said. "I've got to talk to you about that ma'am." Even after every humiliating thing that had happened at the mall, I could only think of one thing. "Is there a problem?" Her look suggested there better not be a problem. I steeled myself. "Ma'am, I can't take those clothes home. My husband . . . he's out of work and he'll be upset about-about . . ." "That you spent money. Why? It's your money." "We don't have a lot right now." "Leave the clothes here. You'll change at my house before and after work. Okay?" "Thank you," I said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Take off your clothes," she said. "What?" I asked, hesitantly undoing my buttons. "You heard me. Just because I said you could change here, doesn't mean it was okay. Now, take them off, or do you want to go for a strapping?" "No ma'am." I was a blur. Within seconds I was naked in front of her, my clothes piled at my feet. The chicken breasts popped and sizzled in the fry pan. "I'm afraid you've gotten me rather bothered," Thandi said. "Kneel." "But the food-" "Kneel NOW." "Yes, ma'am," I said, and did. She cut the heat on the stove down, opened a drawer, took out a wooden spoon, and stripped off her shoes and hose. "Time to test out those new fingernails little Pussy-girl. Go on do it. Get those nimble little fingers moving." I tickled my fingers through the soft curly hairs of her sex, teasing her and making sure she was ready. I needn't have worried. She was soaked. Then she leaned forward and . . . SPLAT! Pain radiated from my ass. She had spanked me with the spoon! The nerve! "Look at me girl," she warned. I did. It was difficult. You understand. I was on my knees, and she was standing there with her breasts in the way. I did my best, watching her from between her cleavage, with my fingers fumbling around, trying to bring her off, but having no such luck. The look of displeasure on her face grew more and more pronounced, while I grew more and more frightened. Afraid of what she would do to 'motivate' me. I soon found out when she leaned forward and rained blows down on my helpless and exposed bottom. My chance of bringing her off grew even more hopeless. I could barely reach her with her leaning forward as she was and the blows to my ass didn't help matters. Tears of despair welled in my eyes and my ass burned. What could I possibly do? "Girl you better figure out a way to entice me, cause your fingers aren't doing shit," Thandi said. I did the only thing I could think of, I threw my arms around her dark thigh and begged. "Please Ms. Moore. I'm trying so hard to be good. I want to be a good Pussy girl for you." The blows to my ass slackened. Seeing my opening, I sought hers, snaking my hand between her thighs, capturing her tiny nubbin between forefinger and thumb, and oh so gently manipulating it. "Does that feel good Miss? Do my fingers feel good?" I looked up hopefully, my heart leapt as her face softened, her lips parted slightly, and she dropped down to her knees. I had done it. I had finally brought the bitch down to my level! She must have somehow sensed what I was thinking, because her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a sly grin. She grabbed my ear and tugged me down onto my elbows. "Don't forget your place Pussy girl. Get down there and go to work." She started spanking me again and I was in just as bad a fix as I was in before. I had to support my weight with one hand, which meant I could barely pleasure her with the other. Eventually, I got around this by wrapping one arm around her waist, which I held her skirt up with, and with my other, I could easily pleasure her. This put me a little closer to the black bitch than I would have liked, but it was better than the alternative. Even without looking at her face, I could tell I was pleasing her. I could feel it in my fingers she clenched with her sex, I could feel it in my arm wrapped that rode on her dancing bottom, and I could feel it in my cheek that rested on her thrusting pelvis. She placed the wooden spoon under my chin and tilted my head up. "You still think I'm a bitch?" she asked. "Yes," I admitted. "Good," she said, smiling down at me. "Then you're not going to be disappointed when I do this." And then she took the spoon and spanked me on my flank. Then again between the cheeks of my arse. Then my other flank. Flank-arse-flank. She repeated it this over and over again, the blows landing in the same place each time, while I pleasured her. There was no way to escape the blows to my flanks, and I hate to admit the way I escaped the blows between my cheeks. Dear Lord, I arched my back and spread my legs wider, causing the flat of the spoon to land squarely on the sensitive flesh of my arsehole. I grunted as each blow landed. I felt the effects not only on my arse, but inside. I even felt it in my sex. It hurt, but somehow, I craved more of this wicked sensation. I went so far as timing her blows and even humping my hips back and up as the spoon landed. Soon the blows stopped landing on my flanks, and rained one after the other on my tender nether hole. The pain grew more intense, but so did the pleasure. "You're such a dirty whore," Thandi teased. "This is meant to be your punishment, but instead you like it. Just look at you humping your hips, you little ass whore. I bet you must have begged all your white boyfriends to fuck your dirty hole, didn't you? Didn't you?" "No, Mistress," I gasped. "But, I bet you wanted to," she groaned, pumping her hips in pleasure at the same time. "What stopped you? You didn't want them to know what a cheap whore you are." "Yes, oh God yes," I cried, admitting the truth to her. The blows rained harder and faster. So fast I could no longer buck my hips in time to them, only spread my legs and offer myself up to her. I held on to her tighter, as my knees grew weak. Thandi tossed the spoon away and pushed me down on my back. She climbed over me and straddled my shoulders. Her pussy towered over me. Over my face. "That's it," she said. "Bring me off my little Pussy- girl." I played her pussy like a piano, probing, thrusting, and manipulating her tender flesh. She undid her blouse and cupped her breasts, while she perched atop me. I watched her face. I had never seen her so out of control before. She bit her lip. She grunted and groaned like an animal. I you thought for a moment, it would make her less demanding you were wrong. "Fuck me you white bitch. Faster. Faster or so help me, you'll wear that belt for months. That's it. Right there. Faster. . . faster .. . oh-oh- oh- weeee!" she cried, as she orgasmed. Afterwards, she bucked thrice and curled atop my head, totally surrounding me - enveloping me in her thighs - her stomach - her sex. "Oh God-oh God" she panted, repeating it over and over again. It was hot beneath her, trapped under her skirt, as I was with her thighs on each side of my face, and my nose tucked somewhere in the region of her bellybutton, but I dare not move. Even though the very air was heavy with her musky fragrance. And then . . . I don't know what possessed me. Maybe the fact that we had shared something wonderful, even if she had been the one who received it, while I had been the one to give it. But whatever the reason . . . I kissed her. I kissed her lean stomach and tasted the salty flavor of her sweat. I tasted something else as well. The flavor of her sex. It was then I realized I was much lower than I thought I was. My chin rested in the groove of her sex. "Whew," she said, sitting back up, her aroused sex still too close to my face for comfort. "That was a good one. I'm tempted to give you two points for it, but you messed it up at the end. Do you remember what you did?" I wanted to whine. I wanted, no needed an orgasm. Needed it in my very bones. "No, ma'am." "Oh, I think you do." She smiled, closed her eyes in bliss, made a V with her fingers, and licked between them lewdly in an exaggerated manner. "Ring a bell?" I blushed. "I didn't do that. My-my lips were dry, so I licked them." "That better be all you were doing," she said. "Cause this is bizness relationship. Keep your mind and your eyes and *especially* your tongue off of my pussy." I realized I had been staring at her very well used sex, and tried to focus on her eyes, but her nipples were in that direction. What was happening to me? I wasn't sure, but I did know that if I didn't get an orgasm real soon, I was going to be in big trouble. She stood up and helped me to my feet. I tried to dress, but she just tossed me an apron instead. It didn't hide much. My breasts were constantly falling out of the sides and my ass was bare. God, it was humiliating. We ate dinner as if nothing in the world had happened. It was overcooked and dry due to inattention, but by then I was so hungry, it was the best meal of my life. Afterwards, I washed dishes and began to dry them and put them away. "Leave them, Tracy," Thandi said. "Let's get you showered and back home to hubby." She led me to the bathroom and began to put a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists. "I'm going to take off the belt, and I don't want you to get any funny ideas." Take the belt off? I didn't have to be asked twice. I meekly submitted as she bound me and secured my arms above my head. Then she stripped and joined me in the shower. Her body was lean and athletic, yet she still had a firm pair of breasts and a large rounded arse. She lifted the key to my belt from between her breasts and brought it to my lips. "Kiss it," she said. I kissed it with reverence. The power the key over me had been on my mind every waking moment. She unlocked the belt, winced, turned her head, and said, "What a slut." To say my fruit was ripe was an understatement. It was swollen, aroused, wet, and the musk from my constant arousal had been locked away until that very moment. "Don't get any funny ideas," she said, and began to lather me up. The sensation was exquisite. I couldn't stop myself from growing aroused, from gasping, from seeking her touch. Finally she rinsed me off with the shower wand. When the hot jets of water hit my sex, I thought for sure, I was going to have an orgasm before I had enough points, but she moved on at the last moment. "Please," I begged. "Please what?" "I need it." I didn't care if she was a woman, that she was blackmailing me, that she was my boss, or the worst bitch I had ever met. I just wanted her to grant me release. "Please, ma'am, I need to cum." "You're wasting your time and energy girl," she said. "Put your mind on something constructive like earning your points." With that, she cut the shower off, dried and chastised me. I did my best to stave off the tears that threatened to fall. I refused to let her see my weakness - my need. Afterwards, I dressed and boxed the leftovers from dinner up to give to my husband, who was not too please with how overcooked they were. I placed his dirty plates in the dishwasher, including the ones from lunch, but I would be damned if I was going to pick up the beer cans laying around in the living room. After changing into a T-shirt and a pair of sweats, I picked up a book and went to bed. After a couple of hours, the phone rang. I picked it up. It was Thandi. "What are you doing right now?" she asked. "Reading a book." The nerve of her, calling me at home at this hour. "I'm bored." "Well, I'm sure there's something good on TV right now." I was trying to be short with her, but not enough to give her reason to be mad. "Then why aren't *you* watching it?" A good question. I had long since given up on TV at our house. "Our TV only plays sports. I think it's on the All-football-all-the-time channel." "I didn't call to talk about your TV. I was thinking about tonight . . . when you kissed me." The way she said it, she insinuated like it was my idea. "I didn't-" I retored. "Shhh. . . I want you to do something for me, to set my mind at ease." I could hear her breathing heavily in the phone. Didn't she ever think about something other than sex? "What?" "I want you to call your husband to the room so I can be sure you aren't turning queer on me or something." Jesus, she couldn't expect me to have sex with my husband on demand could she? Besides . . .the bitch made sure I couldn't. "You know I can't. Not without the key." My leg slid up and down the other. God, I needed that key. "Give him a blow job," she said and in a more forceful voice. "Go on. Call him." I was already growing wet. I should tell her no. To fuck off. What was happening? Why was I so fucking randy all of a sudden. "Honey," I called. "Come to bed." "The game's not over yet," he called back. "The game isn't going to give you a blowjob though, is it Honey?" Did that come from me? I was such a slut. The TV was cut off. "He's coming," I whispered into the phone. "I've got to go." "No you don't either," Thandi said. "I'm going to listen in and make sure you do it." "I can't. He'll catch me," I whispered, just as the hall light cut on. Jesus, it was too late. I hid the phone beneath the covers just before my husband Bill entered the room. I smiled innocently at him, as he walked in, his penis swelling inside his boxer. I patted the other side of the bed. "Come to bed honey." He cut off the lights and climbed into bed. I slid down beneath the covers until I was at his crotch. He smelled of beer, corn chips, and sweat. Yummy, I thought to myself sarcastically. I kissed and sucked his manhood until it came to life. "Ahhh," he gasped, pushing down on my head to force his prick further into my mouth. With one hand, I held the base of his cock. With the other, I held the phone close by. "Oh Trace," Bill groaned. "I sure don't know what's gotten into you lately, but I like it." I tried to keep the sucking sounds to a minimum while I pleasured my husband, knowing Thandi was listening on the other line. "I can't hear anything. Is he there yet?" Thandi asked. My heart sped in panic. Had Bill heard? "What was that?" Bill asked. I moaned loudly, sucking and smacking on his cock. Loud enough for Thandi to hear and loud enough to keep Bill from hearing the phone, just in case. I bobbed my head up and down like a mad woman. "Oh fuck, here it comes!" Bill announced and then I felt his prick swell and his ball sack shrink. His sticky salty semen filled the back of my mouth. I heard Thandi's voice, faintly buzzing from the phone. I snuck it to my ear, careful to keep from hitting my husband's hand, which was pressing on top of my head. "Don't you dare swallow. Not one fucking drop. You understand me?" "Mmmmm-hummm" I said, my mouth full of prick. "You like it huh?" Bill said, running his hand through my hair. What could I say but "Mmmmm"? I kept the suction with my mouth and held my lips tight as I pulled off to capture every drop, just as Thandi ordered. I didn't think Bill could see, but just in case, I held the phone on the other side of my body, as I got of out bed, closed the door behind me and hurried to the living room. "Mmmm-mmmm." I said into the phone. "Are you alone slut?" "Mmm" I answered, hoping she would get the message I couldn't talk. "Once for yes, twice for no." "Mmm" "Are you in the kitchen?" "Mmmm-Mmmm." "No? Then get your ass to the kitchen and find a small container with a top to spit the cum into." Jesus, what was this bitch thinking? It took a minute but I found a small plastic container. I spit the cum from my mouth. By this time it was a mouthful, as I hadn't been able to swallow and it was now mixed with an equal amount of saliva. "It's out," I said. "Spit a few more times in there to be sure," Thandi said. I did. The mess in the container looked disgusting. "That's my girl. Now cover it and put it in the freezer. Make sure you bring that with you tomorrow okay?" Yuck! What a sick bitch she was. Well she was welcome to it. She could have all the cum she wanted. "So tell me," she said. "How did it feel?" "It was okay," I said. A nice safe answer. "Oh I bet it was more than okay. I never heard anyone suck like that. Slurping and smacking on it like it was a chicken bone or something. God, it was so lewd and disgusting, but kind of hot at the same time." Thandi said. Was it my imagination or was she out of breath? "I could tell right away that you weren't quite ready to turn queer on me. You love to suck a cock. I bet you sucked every one of your white boyfriends didn't you?" My face burned with humiliation. She was right. "I asked you a question." "Yes," I answered, but she didn't understand. It wasn't that I wanted to do it. I really didn't care for doing it. I found it degrading, but it was just an easy way to keep from going all the way until I was ready to. "How did it feel knowing that I was listening?" she asked, breathing heavily into the phone. "I hated it. Jesus, my husband heard you once," I said, being as forceful about it as I could. "Miss Moore, I won't let you ruin my marriage." "But you're hot aren't you? You were even hot then. I could tell. I could hear it in the way you slurped and smacked on that big bone," Thandi said. "Answer me slut. Did it make . . . you . . .hot?" ". . . yes," I admitted. "Ahhh. . ." she groaned. "And you hate it don't you? One last question girl." There was a long pause. "Didn't you think it was kind of short?" "Ma'am," my face was burning. "That is entirely none of your business, but my husband is average size as far as I know." "Poor baby," she rasped into the phone. "I meant the time. The sounds you were making were getting me all hot and bothered and then the next thing I know, Pop! It was barely over a minute. Are you sure he really came?" "Yes." The bitch. Did she think I couldn't satisfy my husband? I had the mouth full of cum to prove it. "Make sure you bring me that cum to me tomorrow. I'm not sure I believe you," Thandi said. God she made me so fucking mad with her smug little attitude. I cupped the receiver in my hands so Bill wouldn't hear. "Look he came okay. You're gonna be amazed at how much he came. Just you wait and see." Bitch. I would show her. I would show her the container full of cum and she would see just how good a wife I was and just how much Bill was satisfied with me. "Sure-sure-" she said, patronizingly. "A minute. A minute a goddamned minute." I heard her groan and the phone went dead in my ear. Fucking bitch. Now I was not only horny as hell, but mad to as well. I opened the refrigerator, took out one of Bill's beers, popped the top and drank it. I drank another and the buzz hit me full force. Fuck Bill for putting me in this position in the first place and fuck Thandi for making it happen. I threw the beer can and knocked down the pyramid of beer cans Bill had built on the coffee table. Asshole. Let him clean them up. I went to bed with the world spinning around in circles. To be continued. . . *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 05 Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** The next morning brought the harsh reality of my situation home. The buzz was gone and I was left with a headache and the worst case of cotton mouth ever. When I saw the clock, my heart sped, as I threw on my clothes quickly, knowing that I was running late and that I would be changing again at Thandi's anyway. It wasn't until I was leaving that I remembered the cum. . . Jesus, it seemed so different last night. I felt proud of it -- proud that there was so much of it. But now I was only feeling shame and humiliation as I snuck the container from the freezer into my purse. I thought of leaving it, or better yet, throwing it away, but I knew deep down that I couldn't face Miss Moore. I mean, what if she made me start over at the beginning again? No, anything but that. *********** I sped on the way to Thandi's house, and ran to her door, just making it in time. "You're pushing it," she said, as she opened the door and looked down at her watch. "Sorry, ma'am." "Did you bring it?" My insides lurched. I had hoped she would forget. I should have known better. "It's in my purse." "Good," Thandi said. "Give it to me. Now, take off your clothes - hurry hurry we're running late." I stripped quickly, but evidently not quickly enough, because Thandi took off her small leather belt swatted my ass and thighs until I stood naked in front of her, save for the chastity belt. "Now get dressed," Thandi said. "Your clothes are on the bed." Slap! Slap! Slap! Again she took swats at me with the belt all the way into the bedroom. The licks weren't exactly painful, but they didn't feel good either. Nor did the licks give me time to ponder the tiny thong, the sheer push-up bra, the stockings, or the scandalously thin outfit she had selected for me. I threw them on and did my best to pull down the hem of the skirt to cover my stocking tops. She couldn't seriously expect me to wear this to work, could she? Thandi stood there and threw her arms wide. "Now you look professional," she said. A professional? Not a systems engineer, more likely the kind of profession you see on a street corner. I needed a mirror to see how bad my outfit was, but I didn't get the opportunity. "Come on girl, don't just stand there, get in the car, we have work to do," Thandi said. I teetered to the car on the too high heels. When I sat down in the car seat, my skirt rode up, exposing my panties and stockings. To my dismay, no matter what I tried, I couldn't cover them. I knew from the start it was going to be a bad day. ************ We arrived at work, and after we parked the car, Thandi took my chin and turned my face towards hers. "One final touch," she said, taking out a pencil and tube of lipstick. She outlined my lips with the pencil and applied the lipstick. Afterwards, she handed me a tissue to blot them. I looked down at the tissue. Lord, my lips were crimson red! "Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life," Thandi said with a smile. "Let's go knock 'em dead." Easy for her to say, she wasn't the one on display! I got out of the car and pulled the too short skirt down so that it covered the tops of my stockings. I made a mental note to keep them covered. We walked to the building. It felt much longer today than ever before. Maybe because it was harder to walk in the heels, but more than likely it was due to the ultimate humiliation I was to face. I still hadn't seen myself, except for a brief glance of my reflection in the car mirror. It wasn't until I met Sheila and her eyes opened in shock that I knew how outlandish I looked. I could feel the heat from my blush burning in my cheeks. I looked down at the ground so I wouldn't have to look anyone in the eye. "Don't look down there," Thandi said. "You're my girl, so be proud of it. Head up. Back straight. Look 'em in the eye and smile." Back straight meant chest out and my breasts were bouncing badly enough as it was. My nipples pointed at like flashing headlights. I didn't think I could do it, but I tried to imagine I was a Hollywood actress going onstage to get an award. It must have worked. It was amazing watching the men we met go out of their way to hold open the doors for us. ************ Later that morning, Thandi called me to her office. "I need to relieve a little stress," Thandi said. "But before we begin I want to do a few exercises with you. You know, to keep you straight." "But I am strai-" I protested. Thandi put her fingers to my lips, silencing me. "Shhhh," she said. "Listen, I understand. It's okay." "But-" She put her finger to my lips again and patted my hair as if I were some sort of pet. I felt my anger rising. "I understand completely and I don't blame you. Maslow said that people try to meet their primary needs first. You know, like food, shelter, etc. And let's face it; I'm the one meeting those needs for you, not your husband. It's perfectly understandable how you could lose your sexual identity." It made sense in some sort of vague way, but I loved my husband and I wasn't a lesbian. So, Maslow, whoever that was, must be wrong. She reached in her purse and pulled out the container that I had filled with my husband's semen. Her eyebrows lifted in surprise. "And while your husband seems to have plenty of spunk," she snickered. "His dickie doesn't seem have the ah-how should I say it? Staying power." Thandi reached back into the bag. "And that's why I got you this," and with a flourish she pulled out a large dildo - a very large *black* dildo. "It's about average size, wouldn't you say?" I could only nod my head in wonder. If this was average, then Bill must be tiny. It was much larger than him both in length and girth. Lord all mighty, I bet it could make me cum again and again. "You don't mind the color do you? It was mine, you understand. You're not racist or anything are you?" "No, ah-I don't mind," I replied hesitantly, looking up at her from between her spread thighs. Just take this chastity belt off and I'll show you just how straight I can be. I was going to fuck myself silly on her big dildo. Miss Moore took the monstrous black cock and wedged it in the V of her crotch, which puzzled me. How was I going to mount it? Next, she removed a spoon from the bag, dipped it in the container of semen and dolled the contents out on top of the black dildo. "Go on girl get started." Get started? I looked back up at her quizzically. She couldn't possibly mean. . . "If that shit hits my thighs, you lose a cum . . . maybe two or three." Oh God, she did mean it. I felt my anger rising, burning as she fanned the flames. I wanted to slap her and walk out on her. I wanted my life back. I wanted a lot of things . . .but I NEEDED to cum. I couldn't start over again. I quickly bent forward to lick it off, but she stopped me with a hand to my forehead. "You *suck* a dick. God, you white bitches can be so stupid sometimes." My husband's cum was trailing further and faster down the cock. I didn't have to think and there was no way I was going to lose a cum. Not after everything I had already done. I opened my mouth and sucked the rubber prick, but it was too big and long for me to get the stream of semen that was running down the base. I sucked at it again, making a loud slurp at the bottom, and was able to capture the errant stream. I lifted off to make sure none had contacted her chocolate thighs. Thankfully, they were still pristine. "You missed some," she said, pointing at a white ring of cum, just beyond where my lips were able to reach. I tried again, the head of the dildo hitting the back of my throat, before I was able to clean it. As I lifted off, I gagged, coughing and crying between her thighs. "Not a very good cocksucker are you? You sure sounded better at it last night. Well, don't worry, we have plenty of time to practice." She dipped the spoon in the container again and ladled out another dollop of bitter cream. "Now repeat after me. I'm a heterosexual woman and I have no wish to lick Miss Moore's pussy." The woman was demented. Thoroughly and absolutely deranged. I hated her and the hate made it easy to join in her madness. "I'm a heterosexual woman and I have no wish to lick Miss Moore's pussy," I repeated with a growl and went down on the cock again. "That's a girl," Thandi said, grabbing my ears and pushing me up and down the black cock, forcing me to blow it. "Up and down, up and down, suck it you little cocksucker. Let me hear you suck it like you did it last night. Come on you white bitch, suck that black cock." I obeyed, not once thinking that someone could come to the door and hear us. I slurped, I swallowed, I hummed, and I fucked the thick prick like I meant it. Making certain she knew what my sexual orientation was. I closed my eyes, so I wouldn't have to look at her sex, and tried to imagine my husband Bill, but it was impossible. Every time, I opened my eyes, I saw the large black cock. Nothing like that could ever belong to my husband. Nor, could I get the musky smell of her sex out of my head or the thought of where the dildo had been earlier. It was hers. Surely she had used it. She lifted up on my hooped ears, pulling me off the cock. She dolled out another spoonful of semen. "Remember to say it." "I'm a heterosexual woman and I have no wish to lick Miss Moore's pussy." But I did. God help me I did. For the next thirty minutes I sat between her legs and blew the fake cock, the whole time smelling her and wondering what it would be like to taste her. And Thandi was turned on too. I could tell from the way she was breathing and the slight shifting of her hips . . . the smell of her musk. Her pussy was just out of my reach, the cock parting her nether lips. I couldn't help myself, no matter what I said, or what I wanted, deep down inside, I wanted her. I wanted to taste her. A few times, I tried to swallow the cock, just so I could press my face to her crotch. It always caused me to end up gagging and coughing, but she didn't seem to mind. Finally, I was able to do it. The dildo was lodged uncomfortably in my throat, but my cheeks were planted firmly on her thighs, my nose buried in the curly tangle of her pubic hair. I moaned to make sure she noticed. "Oh," she gasped. "You've done it, haven't you slut. You've swallowed my big black cock all the way to the bottom." She thrust her hips against it several times before spreading her legs wide and tossing the dildo to the side. "God, you've got me so turned on. Fuck me now. Finger fuck my pussy you dirty white cocksucker." While, I worked her pussy with my fingers, my own cunt was afire with sexual heat beneath the confines of my chastity belt. She leaned confidently back in her chair, with her widespread legs propped on her desk, as I worked diligently between them, fucking her with my two fingers, fingernails trimmed for the task. With my other hand, I manipulated her clit, occasionally teasing it with my long nails. "That's it. Oh! God, you are good at this my nimble fingered pussy girl. Come on, look at my face, not my pussy. Don't start turning queer on me yet girl." But, the sight of her aroused sex was like a magnet to my eyes. It was so wet and swollen from her arousal. A plump apricot, ripe for the eating. She was my forbidden fruit. Her fingers were hooked through my earrings, drawing me close; so close I could hear the wet sounds of my fingers thrusting in her and smell the spicy musk of her scent. I could practically taste it. God, was she right? Was I turning gay? Looking up at her from between her long legs wasn't much better. She looked so strong, so powerful there in her business attire. I imagined her pushing me over her desk and taking me from the rear with the dildo that lay discarded on the floor. "That's it girl. That's it. Oh God, you are going to make me cum so fucking hard," Thandi moaned. "Fuck- fuck-that's it. Whatever you do, don't stop. That's it girl, that's it. Fuck-fuck-fuck-ah-I'm-cumming. . ." Her hips bucked and I could feel her squeezing my fingers. She leaked like a faucet. I had done it. I had made her cum and it looked like a good one. One that could bring me closer to my own satisfaction. "Taste my cum - taste my cum - you queer white dyke," she gasped, her executive's chair squeaking in time to the thrusting of her hips. I went to kiss her sex, only to be tugged away and up by my hair. As my head was tilted back, I could see it, the container of cum in her hand. She was pouring it already. I did the only thing I could to keep from getting it all over my face. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and even stuck out my tongue in order to capture all my husband's semen. "Oh my God," she groaned. "You are so *nasty*. Such a dirty little cunt. Spread my pretty pussy. That's a girl, spread it wide open." I spread her sex. Her pussy gaping and so pink in the middle. "Now tell me your little saying," she said with a smirk. "I-I am a heterosexual woman and I have no desire to lick Miss Moore's pussy." "Are you sure?" "Yes," I lied. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "Are you positive?" I looked down unable to answer. "Let's find out." She picked up the phone and made a call. "To whom am I speaking? Hello Bill, this is going to sound weird but I was wondering if you could help me and my friend settle a bet?" Bill? Oh my God, the bitch had called my husband. Butterflies danced in my stomach. "Here's the deal. You see my girlfriend, who's not too bright has gotten a little behind on her bills and she needs fifty rand. Yes, she needs it quite badly. So I told her if she licked my pussy, I would give her the fifty. You following me so far Billy boy? "Good. She told me she wasn't a whore, so I told her, hey why don't we call a random person from the phone book and if they want you to lick my pussy, I give you twenty-five rand instead. Otherwise, I give her a hundred. This way, she isn't a whore - she's either a slut or a very lucky girl, because a whore would never lick pussy for twenty-five rand and a lucky girl doesn't have to do anything to get the hundred. So, which is she Bill? A slut or a lucky girl? And before you answer, I'll tell you what, since I'm feeling *real* generous. Whatever happens, I'll let you listen. Oh yes? I thought so. Here, I want you to tell her yourself; maybe she can get you to change your mind." I took the phone with my shaking hands and held it to my ear. There was no way I could try to change his mind if it was Bill. He would recognize my voice. "Uh-hum?" I hummed to disguise my voice. "Lick her pussy you stupid cunt," the voice on the phone barked. It was Bill! God, what was this woman capable of? And why Bill why? Why would you betray me like this? Miss Moore took the phone from my ear and placed the receiver above her sex. She was going to make me do it. Right her in the office, with my husband on the phone. "You heard the man," she said. "Lick my pussy." She frowned at my hesitation. "Come on *Candy*. Do it." She emphasized Candy. She could have easily called me Tracy and sold me out. She could still just as easily call me Tracy. I would have done it for her if she had asked. I admit I was curious, I had been tempted by her and somehow attracted to her despite the awful way she treated me. But, I didn't want to do it, especially not like this. Not will my husband on the phone listening. Instead of letting me decide on my own, Thandi took matters in her own hands. Literally. She grabbed my nose between her thumb and forefinger and pulled me into her sex, using my mouth like some sort of masturbation device. I couldn't resist. I opened my mouth and tasted her. Dear Lord, I even licked her. Thandi switched the phone to her ear. "She's doing it Billy-by. Can you hear her? She's licking my pussy - ugh - for only twenty-five rand." To me: "Here slut, let the man hear you suck on my pussy," she said, switching the phone next to my mouth. I could hear Bill's throaty mutterings on the phone. "This is so hot. This is so goddamned hot," he said. The bastard was jacking off. I was furious. I wouldn't even be in this position if it wasn't for him and he was jerking off while I was on my knees. Worse, he was going to cum while I wasn't. I couldn't stop him, but I was going to make him pay. I was going to give Miss Moore much more pleasure than he would ever get with his hand. I sucked on her clit with a loud slurping sound. It vibrated between my lips. I moved down to her opening and did the same, drinking of her nectar. I stuck my tongue as far up her cunt as I could get it. I did every dirty thing I could imagine. I didn't care. I just wanted Bill to pay. I knelt between her dark thighs, my tongue rolling her clit around, as I looked into her dark eyes. She was talking on the phone again. "Oh Bill, you would not believe how soft her tongue is. She's really giving my clit a work-out." To me: "Shove those fingers in my pussy while you lick me little Pussy-girl. God I love your hot little mouth. Why didn't I do this sooner?" Thandi ran her fingers through my hair while I pleasured her. She took her legs off the desk and draped them over my back, holding my head firmly between her thighs. "Mmmm- I'm getting close now Bill. Before I do, let me tell you the best part. My new Pussy-pet is a white girl. That's right, this little white girlie is licking my beautiful black pussy for only twenty-five rand." I heard a click on the phone and then it clattered to the floor. Miss Moore grabbed me by the back of my head, gave a groan, and began to buck her hips against my helpless face. I couldn't even breathe. I just held on for dear life. Finally, she released me. She seemed dazed and weakened. I seized the opportunity. "Miss Moore, there's something I need to talk to you about" I began, after gathering up my courage. I needed to talk with her desperately. This couldn't go on. Not like this. I thought I could handle things, but these things she was doing were more perverted and more subversive than I ever imagined. "Tracy-girl," she said. "You've got fifteen seconds to get out of my office or I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish those pretty little titties of yours." "One-two-three," she counted. Argh! The bitch wasn't even going to listen to me. I hurried to get dressed. Thankfully, my stockings had elastic tops. I didn't bother to fasten them to my garters. I put on the tiny thong and the pushup bra, followed by the dress and heels. I fumbled with the strap to the heels. She was already at seventeen, by the time I was smoothing down the too short dress. "You didn't make it," she stated. "I'm very disappointed in you." "I'm sorry." Tears were already welling in my eyes. "Please give me another chance." "What are you crying for?" she said. "A slut you like you will probably enjoy it." She got up from her seat and advanced on me. I backed into the door, but she pressed closer, taking my nipples between her fingers. The thin fabric of the dress offered little protection. She teased my hardened nubs, circling and lightly pinching them. The feeling was sublime. But then when I least expected it, she would grab hold of my tiny nibs and jerk. Dear Lord, it hurt, but it also sent a stab a pleasure straight to my cunt. Miss Moore continued this torture until my legs grew weak and I began to slide down the door. I whimpered and moaned as she continued her manipulations. "Yes, a slut like you will probably love it." She smirked, reached into her breast pocket, and pulled out several bills. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 05 "Raise your skirt." I pulled the tight skirt up, exposing my panties. "Do it again. This time, put some hip into it. Dance for it. Earn it." I let my skirt fall, then took the hem and repeated the process, this time swinging my hips from side to side as if I were a stripper - a prostitute - or her slut. My humiliation was complete when she tucked the bills, the twenty-five rand into the band of my panties. I yearned to feel the touch of it against my sex, but all I felt was the steel confines of the chastity belt. "You earned it," she said. She reached beneath her skirt, I thought for a moment she was masturbating again. It wouldn't have surprised me, the bitch was insatiable. But when her hand came back out, it was slick with her juices, but it also held a small golden pussy. The kind I needed to earn an orgasm. "You also earned this." She went to hand it to me, but it slipped from her fingers, and fell to the floor. "How clumsy of me," she smirked condescendingly. She made no move to get it, so I bent down to retrieve it. I had to. I needed to cum more than anything. "Did I say to let go of your skirt?" "No Miss." I dropped down to my knees. The edge of the golden cat reflected from the bottom of her black pumps. I realized I would need my hands to get at the little cat. "Ma'am, may I use my hands?" "I'm sure you can figure something out, yes?" Yes, I'm sure I could, but I didn't want to. I only wanted to cum, not to be humiliated in this fashion. I pressed my face close to her pump and pulled at the tiny trinket with my lips. Her foot wouldn't budge. "Please Miss," I begged. She raised her foot up, but moved it directly over the golden cat. I was forced to work it out with my tongue and picked it up with my lips. It tasted of her sex and was gritty from the dirt that stuck to it. Afterwards, I struggled to get back to my feet, without using my hands. "You're learning," she said. "Now lower your skirt and go get yourself cleaned up." I went to open the door. "Did I say you could move your hands?" "No ma'am." Tears welled in my eyes. She opened the door for me. "Keep those hands where they are until you get to the restroom and let me see you shake those hips." Thankfully, it wasn't far to the restroom. Only about twenty meters. It was the longest twenty meters I had ever walked, shaking my hips like a whore, my erect breasts threatening to fall from my dress, and carrying a golden pussy in my mouth. When I got to the bathroom, I immediately spit out the cat, pocketed it and adjusted my skirt. The door to one of the stalls opened and startled me. It was Gina. "Are you okay?" she asked, coming entirely too close for comfort. "I'm fine. I just need a moment . . . in privacy please." I didn't mean to be snippy, but I couldn't let her discover the obvious source of my distress. "It's okay," she put her hand on my shoulder. "Tell me what happened. Did that black bitch chew you out?" Her eyes widened as she looked at me closer, my disheveled clothes, my damp face. She put her face near mine and inhaled. "My God, you chewed her out didn't you? Or maybe *ate* is the better word." "No," I said, blushing deeply. I hurriedly washed my face. "You're crazy, Gina. You know I'm married." "But, you did it didn't you? You ate her. Don't lie, I can smell it," she said. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone. Besides, she's been much nicer - almost human lately. We've been thinking she was getting some dick. We never imagined . . ." Almost human? She had no idea who she was dealing with. No, Miss Moore wasn't even close to human. She was a demoness, a black demoness, sent to earth to enslave and corrupt. "You girls need to spend less time gossiping and more time working. Starting now." "And is this why the change in wardrobe?" Gina continued. "The rumor was that you had taken up with one of the young programmers. My God, I guess this is as good a way as any to get a good appraisal. I just never imagined you with a woman. A black no less. I don't see how you do it - you know, with the smell and all." "Miss Moore smells just fine, thank you and so do I. Now get to work before I have write you up," I warned her. Gina turned her nose up at me. As if I was suddenly beneath her. The little bitch. Evidently, she needed a reminder of who was the supervisor around here. She turned on her heel and walked out. I heard her mumbling under her breath. "My God, with a woman . . . with a *black* woman," as the door closed. Shit, there was no help for it. I made up my face again, and I did my best to smooth down the nubs of my nipples that were sticking out from my blouse, but I could do nothing about the longing need I saw I my eyes. I need I prayed would be satisfied soon. I returned to work praying Gina would keep her big mouth shut. To be continued. . . *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 06 Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** I'm wasn't sure if Gina was keeping her mouth shut or not. No one has said anything outright, but I swear I was seeing my employees hiding smiles and sniggers just out of sight. Making matters worse, Ms. Moore called me into her office many times over the next few days. I never knew what to expect and I knew it was beginning to attract attention, but I was helpless to refuse her anything. *********** "How are you doing my pretty pet?" Thandi asked, as I walked into her office. "I'm fine ma'am," I answered, even though I was more uncomfortable that I ever imagined. I was standing there in her office while she walked around me, stopping every so often to unbutton, unzip, caress, or tweak. "But, you've been a very bad girl, haven't you? You shouldn't have licked me down there. Why did you have to go and lick my sweet pussy? Didn't you know that you were going to make me crave that hot little mouth of yours?" Ms. Moore exposed my breasts and pulled on my nipples, twisting them at the same time, even though they were still tender from before. "Answer me bitch. Was that your plan all along? Making me crave your soft lips and tongue so I'll take it easy on you?" "No ma'am," I gasped. "It wasn't a - plan. It just sort of happened. I-I couldn't help myself." I was so confused. She made like it was my doing when she had just as much to do with it as I had. "You mean to tell me you had no ulterior motive. You craved it then? You craved it and you had to help yourself to my black pussy didn't you?" "I-I-I" I stuttered. I didn't crave it; I just needed to wet my lips. She didn't understand, and she had forced me into a corner. I knew I would be punished severely if I said I had an ulterior motive. That only left one option. "I . . .craved . . . it." "That's a girl," she said, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me to my knees. Then, she lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. "Okay, but just a little taste this time. A sample of my chocolate delight." I knew what she wanted me to do. This was probably the tenth time this had happened today. It felt like it was the hundredth. I closed my eyes and moved closer to the moist folds of her sex. "Stop!" she ordered. "You know you have to savor it first. Who knows when I'll let you do this again?" If today was any indication, I would be doing this again in thirty minutes. I sniffed loudly inhaling her musky scent, so she would know that I savored it. "You like the smell, pussy girl?" "Yes, Ms. Moore, you smell wonderful." Her musky smell wasn't bad, I was used to it by now, but I wouldn't characterize it as wonderful. I kissed her chocolate thighs and made my way to her sex, where I cleaned the moisture from her dark curly hairs. "That's my girl. Now lick it." She ran her fingers through my hair while I licked the folds of her sex and nibbled her clit. She was so wet, it was unbelievable. It wasn't long before she pulled my head away. "Mmmmm," she said. "That's should be enough to satisfy your cravings for now. Give it a nice blow dry and get back to work." I pursed my lips and blew her sex dry, just as she had ordered. She was such a bitch - God, I hated her. She smiled as she looked down at me with her superior stare, practically cooing as I lavished attention on her sex. All the while, I was miserable locked away, not even able to even look at my very own pussy, much less touch it. A pussy that was in desperate need of attention. A pussy that was beginning to override all my inhibitions in its quest for satisfaction. And her pussy. Her dark orchid. So strong, so mysterious, so powerful. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see it in front of me, open, wet, and waiting to be served. I no longer knew what was happening with anything anymore, not my job, and certainly not my relationship with my husband. Nothing was the same. I wasn't even the same person I was a week ago. So much had changed. "That's my good girl," Thandi said. "Do you think that will satisfy your cravings for awhile?" "Yes, ma'am," I said truthfully. "Stand up," she said. "I'll help you get back in order. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes, ma'am." I really didn't like it. Whenever she helped me get in order, I always ended up feeling out of order. She resumed walking around me again, inspecting me, touching me, taking liberties with me, yet slowly but surely snapping and buttoning my clothes back into place. Afterwards, she stood in front of me looking critically. "You've got my juices all over your face," she said. "What are you trying to do, bathe in them?" "I'm sorry. . ." God, what was wrong with me? I had forgotten to clean my face. Lord knows, I didn't want to walk back in the office with a wet face. "Let me see what I can do." Thandi went back to her desk and returned with a handful of tissues. "Close your eyes." I did and I was caught be surprise at what she did next. She spit in my face! I opened my eyes with disbelief and the vision in my right eye was blocked by her saliva. The bitch! "I said close your eyes and hold still," she barked. It was disgusting, but I must admit it sent a shiver of pleasure through my sex that she took such liberties with me. She cleaned my face with the tissue and then re-applied my make-up. "Just one final touch," she said, and snuck her fingers beneath her skirt, then smeared her musky dew on my lips. "There, that should keep your cravings at bay." I was so horny. It wasn't fair. I needed it. I needed sex. I licked my lips without thinking. I could taste her mixed with the wax of my lipstick. "I expect more self control out of you than that little bitch," she said and repeated the operation, coating my lips once again. "This time save it for later." "Yes, ma'am." Was she right? Had I really sought out the taste of her sex? No, it couldn't be, it was just a natural reaction. "Good," she said. "Now get the papers together for the meeting today. I want you with me." My heart raced. The meeting? Dear Lord, it was bad enough being at work, dressed in this manner, and sexually frustrated as hell, but, to go to the meeting with the directors and even the president of the company. It was terrifying. "Ma'am?" I asked. "You heard me," she said. "Get your stuff together. You helped me with the presentation; you earned the right to be there." "Yes Miss." My hands shook as I got all the papers together and made sure the slideshow was in good order. We left for the meeting and my heart was pounding so in my throat. I could smell the scent of her rising from my lips. I wondered if she would get upset if I cleaned them. God, I was so nervous, I could pee myself. "Miss Moore," I said. "I have to go the bathroom." "I'm not sure this is the best time for you to be licking my pussy," she whispered in my ear. She caught me unawares. "I'm nervous. I-I-I have to go pee." "It's a good thing we have plenty of time," she said. I went to the bathroom, and just as I was cleaning the steel belt with tissues, Miss Moore knocked on the door. I unlatched it, and she pushed me back down on the seat, and hurriedly stepped out of her panties. "I'm nervous too," she said, as she lifted her skirt to her hips, straddled the commode, and threw her leg over my shoulder. "Hurry, please hurry before someone comes in." Dear Lord, she wanted me to do it right there in the bathroom. I had no choice. I licked her. It wasn't like before, when I gave her pleasure, paying attention to her every nuance. No, it was a frantic race to the finish. "Faster-harder-bite it you white slut. Oh fuck! Stick your fingers up my cunt. Fuck it. Oh that's it. That's it baby. Oh-oh-here it cums. Fuck, I'm coming!" Her hips bucked as she came with frenzied need. There was no small talk afterwards. She quickly dismounted, pulled her panties up quickly, and exited the stall, closing the door behind her, as if nothing had ever happened. I remained, kneeling and feeling abandoned. "Hurry up, Tracy, we've got to set up for the meeting," Thandi called. I went out, combed my hair and put my face back together. A woman came in and without a second glance went into one of the stalls. Luckily, it wasn't the one we were been in. I prayed she wouldn't be able to smell the scent of sex that lingered in our wake. Thandi touched my hand. I looked at it and caught her glance in the mirror. She nodded and mouthed a silent, 'Thanks." I blushed, not knowing how to take the compliment. Afterwards, we left the bathroom and hurried to the conference room. It was a good thing I was along, because as smart as Thandi was about some things, she was helpless with projectors and computer stuff. Needless to say, the meeting was a success. Thandi was brilliant as she gave the pitch on dismantling my department. I was even asked to speak about it. It was scary at first. It felt like every eye was on me, leering at my body that was displayed more than hid by the clothes I wore - clothes that Thandi picked out. I stuttered and stammered and then I looked over at Thandi with her innocent grin. It made me think of all the things she had done to me. It also made me realize that if I could do the embarrassing things I had done, this speaking at the meeting should be a piece of cake. As I said, it was a success. There were some questions and they said they needed to talk about it privately, but it was clear the decision had already been made. My job would be cut. I was more dependent on Thandi now than ever. I felt so helpless. Yet, I felt strangely tingly inside. I needed relief. And she held the key. ************ After the meeting, she took us out to lunch. She ordered a grilled chicken sandwich for herself and a salad for me. "Tracy," she said, between bites. "You did a good job today. I'm proud of you." "Thank you ma'am," I said, and hesitated. "Ah ma'am. What's going to happen with my job when the department is cut?" "Don't you worry about that girl. You just concentrate on keeping me happy," she said. "You trust me don't you?" "Yes, Miss Moore." I truthfully didn't know whether I could trust her or not. I prayed I could. "And you want to keep me happy, don't you?" "Yes, Miss Moore." "You made me very happy twice today. Do you remember what you did?" I felt my cheeks burn. I nodded my head. "Tell me." Why was she so determined to talk about things that should be best left unsaid? "I licked you ma'am." She smiled slyly and shook her head. "No baby, you worshipped my sweet black pussy. There's a difference. Now tell me again, this time say it right." I couldn't believe how we were talking like this in a crowded restaurant. I couldn't believe it was turning me on. "I worshipped y-your s-sweet black p-pussy ma'am." "You're damn right you did." Thandi shifted in her seat, and leaned forward. "And you may be white and you may be a woman, but you're a damn fine pussy licker. You positively curled my toenails." "Thanks." I think? She took a finger, dipped it in my salad dressing and ran it across my lips. A shudder ran down my spine. I couldn't bear to look around to see if anyone else in the restaurant was watching us. "Lick your lips clean. Let me see that hot little pussy licker of yours." She eyed me hungrily as I licked my lips clean. Then we repeated the process. "You're making me hot," she said. "And you've also given me an idea. There's a new rule I'm making. I want you to watch my face carefully and if you see me lick my lips like you just did, then you know what I want you to do. Do you know what that is?" "Lick my lips?" I asked hopefully, but knowing it wasn't the case. I was horrified, yet I was dripping and my nipples had hardened into tiny points. "One last guess and you better say it right." I was blushing furiously and shifting in my seat. "You want me to worship your sweet black pussy, ma'am." "Ding ding ding, the girl gets a prize." After that, I continued to eat silently, fearing to look up, and picking nervously at my food. I could feel her eyes boring into me. It made me anxious. I wondered if she was watching me eat and thinking about me . . . eating her. God, I was so wet. What was she doing to me? "Tracy-girl," Thandi said. I glanced up. Oh God, she wouldn't dare! I hurriedly looked back down again. "Tracy-girl," Thandi repeated. "Look at me." I looked up. Cold sweat ran down my armpits. She sensually licked her lips. "Miss Moore! Ma'am, we'll get arrested!" I squeaked. She smiled. Looking so knowing - so powerful. "Maybe you're right Tracy girl." She slid her clenched fist across the table. "Here take this instead." Thandi slid her hand back leaving a ball of fabric on the table. Her panties! I quickly snatched them before anyone could see. What would they think of me? "Smell them," she whispered. I shook my head. I couldn't. Not there in a crowded restaurant. Someone might see. Someone might know me. "Do it," she insisted. "Go on. They'll just think it's a napkin. No one will ever know." I kept her undergarment clutched tightly in my hand and held it to my nose. I inhaled her musky scent. Thandi smiled as her nostrils flared and she dropped a hand down to her lap. "That's my good girl - my pretty white pussy sniffer. Show me how you worship me." Her aroma was overpowering. I squeezed my thighs tightly together, but it did little good - how I hated the dreadful chastity belt. "Taste them bitch." A few days ago, if anyone spoke to me in such a fashion, it would have filled me with rage. Now, it sent a thrill a pleasure down my spine and straight to my sex. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the soiled fabric. It made me think of being between her legs. "Make them disappear," she whispered huskily. I looked at her closely. Saw her arm flexing. She was insane. She was playing with herself right there in the restaurant and she wanted me to play her sick games with her in front of everyone. Did she know no depravity? "Do it little queer. Make them disappear." I glanced to each side to make sure no one was watching and . . . pushed her panties in my mouth, and showed her my empty hands. "Ta-da," she said, as she stood up and picked up the check. "Good trick my little magician, can you taste me?" I blushed furiously, and nodded my head. The waiter came over and asked if Thandi wanted dessert. She ordered a piece of chocolate pie. "Anything for you Miss?" he asked me. "The young man asked you a question girl," Thandi said. I could feel cold sweat running down from my arms and between my breasts. There was no way to answer with her panties in my mouth. I smiled shyly, shook my head, and pretended I was chewing. "She's having her dessert as we speak," Thandi said, with a conspiratorial wink. "But would like a piece of pie." Thandi smiled as she ate her dessert. Taking her time while I suffered with her soiled panties in my mouth. "Let's go Tracy-girl," Thandi said once she had paid the check. I made to spit her panties from my mouth. "No, leave them there," she told me, pulling my hand from my mouth. As we made our way through the restaurant, Thandi's hand slid down my back until it was resting on my arse. As we approached the door, I swear I could feel the heat from all the stares at my back. To my horror, I felt her fingers slipping up and down along my crack. With her panties in my mouth, I couldn't even tell her to stop. And my body . . . my body didn't want her to stop. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing back against her and spreading my legs slightly, aching to feel her touch. Aching to feel anyone's touch. "You are such a slut, pussy girl. It's a good thing I've got you locked up, isn't it?" Was Thandi right? Was I a slut? I reminded myself that I was married, but the words seemed empty with another woman's panties in my mouth and her hand on my ass. *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 07 Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** After we left the restaurant, we didn't go back to work. In a way I was thankful, especially after being so publicly humiliated in the restaurant. It was clear to me that Thandi had no shame. None at all. Why, even as I knelt in the floorboard of the car, between Thandi's thighs . . .licking her, she picked up her phone and called the office. I stopped immediately, lest the receptionist hear or suspect. Thandi pushed my face right back and told me to get back to work. God, how she made me hate her. Then she spoke to the receptionist as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening and said that the two of us were going to see a hardware vendor and for the receptionist to call her on her cell phone if there was an emergency. When we arrived at Thandi's house, I knew she was going to push my limits, just from the look in her eyes. And she did, as soon as the door closed. She took off her thin leather belt and began to whip my thighs. "Get those clothes off slut. You know I don't allow animals to go around clothed in my house." God, she could be a bitch sometimes. Who did she think she was calling me an animal? And shit, that little leather belt hurt and it always seemed to strike the most sensitive areas. I quickly stripped, while she continued to walk around me, striking me with that wicked belt. "And animals sure as hell don't stand on two legs acting all high and mighty. Get down slut. Get down where you belong." I got down on my hands and knees for the depraved bitch. Was this how I was repaid for going down on her for helping with her presentation? I wanted to cry. As a matter of fact I did, but I did my best to wipe my tears on my shoulder so she wouldn't see that she had gotten to me. Thandi took off her clothes, looped her belt around my neck fashioning a makeshift leash, and knelt beside me while stroking my hair. "There's my pretty puppy girl," she cooed. Just when I thought she was being nice, was being human, she stood back up and pressed her pussy in my face. Her scent was strong. "Now kiss Mommy like a good pet." I kissed her nether lips and licked her from bottom to top, while she continued running her fingers through my hair. She lowered the key down to her sex, I kissed it too. 'Please please please undo this belt. Let me cum,' I silently pleaded. "Does the little puppy want to be let out of her cage?" Thandi asked. "Oh yes," I gasped eagerly. "Please ma'am, please let me out." She slapped my breasts with the end of her belt. "Puppy's don't talk," she warned. "Now, does puppy want to be let out?" I nodded my head. I felt so stupid. "My pretty pet must like being locked in her cage. If she was an excited puppy, she would wag her tail for me." God help me, but I did it, I wagged my bottom like an animal . . . her pet. My face burned in humiliation. Thandi moved behind me, reached under my hips, unlocked the chastity belt and removed it. A waft of my musky odor hit me. I was so ashamed. "I hate keeping my puppy all locked up, but it is for her own good. Smell that. The puppy's in heat alright. The male dogs would smell that and fill puppy's pussy full of sperm, and little puppy babies. And we don't want that now do we?" I shook my head, but I was lying. If I could have, I would have fucked anyone . . . anything. Thandi's hands moved over my back, scratching me lightly with her nails. "Puppy means well . . . but puppy girl is lying," Thandi said. Her hands moved through my hair and down to my breasts and over my stomach. Her crotch pressed tightly against my ass, as she spooned behind me. I wondered if this was how lesbians made love. I wondered if she would fuck me. I moved my arse up and down against her, to let her know I was ready. "Oh yes, the little bitch is in heat, isn't she?" Thandi said, her fingers traveling to my sex and in between my sticky and soaked lips. I let out a whining moan. I needed her so bad. "It almost hurts me to do it, but instead of playing with puppy I'm going to have to punish puppy for all the bad things she's done today." No-no-no. I shook my head. I humped my hips against her crotch faster. "Puppy doesn't remember what she did?" I shook my head. No, I didn't remember anything. I was good. I helped her with her speech. I helped her with . . . other things. "Puppy didn't get dressed in time and I promised to punish," she said, as she pinched my nipples. "These." "And most of all." Thandi's hands moved down my body, toward my sex. I trembled in her grip. "I'm going to have to think of an especially bad punishment for the worst crime of all. . ." Her finger plunged without warning into my hot wet welcoming hole. I pumped my hips and rotated them in a circle, all in an attempt to reach the blinding light of release. She pulled it out before it came, leaving me empty inside. My tears dropped to the floor below. "You've turned me into a dirty queer like you and for that I'm going to have to make you pay." My world turned upside down! Her a queer! Me? But I didn't have time to ponder what she said. Thandi stood up and tugged her makeshift leash. "Heel bitch!" And began to walk. *********** She took me to the spare bedroom she had converted to an exercise room. "I'm going to take the little doggy for a little exercise. Would you like that?" Thandi said. I nodded my head and wagged my arse stupidly, eager to avoid whatever punishment she had in store. "Good," she said. "Let's get the puppy ready." I looked back and noticed she held some sort of dildo in her hand. I arched my back and lifted my hips, making myself available to her. "Such an eager bitch," Thandi said. I felt her fingers graze my sex and I groaned desperately. Her fingers moved to my entrance, but, oh, to my dismay they kept going, passing it over. A finger probed at my arse. I fought against the volition briefly, but soon surrendered, desperate for any form of penetration, even there in my dirty hole. "That's a good bitch," Thandi said, her voice thick with passion. "Now let's try something bigger." The plug was cold and less forgiving than her finger. And it spread me, Lord, how it spread me. I felt so stuffed and yet, so open. "That black plug looks so pretty in your tight white ass Tracy. God, you're turning me on," Thandi said. "Now, let's get you up on the climber." She put a block under the pedals to the stair climber and had me stand on them. Next, she secured my hands behind my back. "I do believe I mentioned a punishment, didn't I?" Thandi smirked. I grew more and more scared as she continued with her plans for me. First, she gagged me with a stocking and a soiled pair of panties. Then came the worst part. I trembled in fear as she looped a cable over a pipe crossing her ceiling. One end of the cable she attached to the back of the climber. From the other end hung two clamps. The clamps were for me - one for each of my breasts. "Oh, yes, I promised a special treat for these big girls." She pinched and teased my nipples trying to get them erect. I thought of my husband sitting on the couch drinking beer and watching sports. I thought about all the problems at work. I thought about anything to keep from responding to her touch. But it was useless. My nipples betrayed me, growing hard almost instantly at her touch. The clips were unlike any I'd ever seen before. They pinched horribly as Thandi tightened the screws which attached them securely to my nipples. "You're my smart girl Tracy. I assume you know what will happen to your pretty pink nipples if you don't keep up with the stair climber." With that, the mean bitch smiled wickedly and turned the setting to expert. I shook my head and pleaded with my eyes, but she just laughed, pushed start and kicked the block out from beneath the pedals. I climbed those stairs for all I was worth. With every step, I felt the plug fighting against me, resisting the tug and pull of my internal muscles. Not only did I have to contend with the plug, but Thandi, as she walked around me and occasionally struck my tender flesh with a leather belt, urging me on. "Work you lazy slut. Slap! Get that white arse moving. Slap! No pain no gain my little pussy licker." I toiled. I gasped. Sweat rolled down my body in rivers. It felt like I climbed for hours, but it was only thirty-five minutes. My thighs burned and I watched in horror as the LED display showed that I was due for a really fast climb shortly. Then the realization struck me . . . I wasn't going to make it. The stepper sped, but I grew slow. My legs felt like lead, and I tried to pick up the pace, but they refused, regardless of the consequences. I felt nothing but numbness and burning. The belt didn't even sting anymore. I watched horrified as I sunk, the cable grew taunt, and my nipples stretched. "peeeez" I begged through my gag, tears mingling with the sweat down my face. "Don't worry pussy girl, I don't think I'll mind if you have stretched nips or not. I'm not sure about your husband though." I climbed faster. Momentarily moving back up, but then sinking again after only a minute. "Peeeez!" I pleaded. "Oh is that it. You want to stretch your tits for me?" Thandi said. "I said I didn't mind, but I don't know that I'd recommend it. I think it might hurt." I was going down. I wailed in anguish through the gag. My nipples were stretched as the infernal clamps held fast. Dear God, I was afraid I was going to be permanently maimed, but at the last moment, Thandi came to my rescue and unhooked the other end of the cable. She may have saved me, but when my breasts flopped down, it felt like I'd been kicked in the chest. Thandi caught me as I fell, as guided me to the floor. She undid the gag and freed my arms from behind me. "Tired?" she asked. I could only nod my head. "Let's talk for a minute pussy girl. You don't mind do you? Or would you rather exercise some more?" "No, ma'am. I want to talk." Lord, I was eager to talk. Anything but get on that fucking stair climber again. Ms. Moore picked up a towel and joined me on the floor, propping herself on an elbow. "You've been doing a good job of pleasing me girl. I'm really happy you decided not to get fired." She said, while wiping the sweat and tears from my face. "That's a compliment." "Thank you ma'am." "And you've been doing a pretty good job of keeping me happy," she said. "And how do you know when you've made me particularly happy?" I wasn't quite sure, it was an instinct by now. I could just look at her and tell. I could almost hear it in her voice, but mainly it was . . . "By your expression." "Very good," she said. "And would you say you make me particularly happy say 90% of the time?" Not really. She only seemed particularly happy when I was pleasuring her or when I was debasing myself for her. I shook my head. "80%?" Again, I shook my head. I already didn't like where this was going. "50%? 25%? 10%?" I finally nodded my head. "That's a good girl," Thandi said. "I think that's about right. Now, you're my number one pussy girl, and my number one pussy girl's job is what?" "Keeping you happy and satisfied," I answered. "So, number one pussy girl, do you think that 10% is acceptable performance?" "No, ma'am," I squeaked. "But, I think maybe I'm keeping you satisfied around 15% of the time." "Do you think 15% is enough?" Her look told me no. "No, ma'am," I answered. "And you'd like to do better, wouldn't you, number one pussy girl?" "Yes, ma'am." I was trembling. "Good girl," she said. "So I want you to pay particular close attention to my expressions and think about what you should do to please me all the time. Like for instance, say I do this." She licked her lips with her curled pink tongue. "What would you do to please me?" My gaze fell instinctively to her crotch. "I would lick you," I whispered. "Look at me bitch," Thandi grabbed my chin and pulled my head back up to her fierce gaze. "Can my pussy tell you how to please me?" "No, ma'am." I withered under her glare. "Good, now if I do this." Again she licked her lips again so close to my face I could feel the heat emanate from her. Even after the stair climber, I felt myself growing aroused. "What would you do to please me? And you better say it right." "I would - I would worship your s-sweet black pussy," I stammered. Butterflies flew in my stomach as a thrill of pleasure overcame me. "Now, say I was to look down at your titties, what would you do?" "Lick your beautiful black breasts?" "I like the way you are thinking, but no," she said. "What you should do is give me a coy smile and undo a button of your blouse in a teasing way. And if I look pleased and continue to look at your breasts?" "Another button?" "That's my smart girl. And you would keep going too, You would undo your buttons and give me a glimpse of your breasts, even your nipples. Then you would play with them. Whatever it takes to make me happy." I trembled inside. It felt like her eyes were going to swallow me whole. "And if I'm watching you walk, how should you walk?" "I should walk sexy." "And if I'm looking at your face?" "Look sexy for you?" "That's right, that's just the look I'm talking about . . ." Thandi said, moving from her side up to her knees. "Just like you're doing right now. I want to see pouty lips. Fluttering eyelashes. Licking lips. Oh, shit, you're making me hot. What if I look at you there?" She was looking at my sex. I spread my legs. I could feel the wet sticky lips of my sex open for her. "Very good." With that Thandi licked her lips and straddled my shoulders. "What do you want to do now, Tracy-girl?" asked Thandi. "Worship your sweet black pussy," I said. I was actually getting rather used to it. Licking her that is. As I leaned forward in an attempt to kiss the dark purple lips of Miss Moore's moist sex, she stopped me with an index finger to my forehead. Thandi removed the finger from my forehead and inserted it into the wet folds of her sex. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. "And it is a sweet pussy, isn't it?" "Yes," I admitted. It was a sweet pussy. Thandi's shiny wet finger moved from her sex to my lips, where and I couldn't resist the urge to lick it. "And you do want to worship it, yes? Worship my sweet black pussy." "Yeth," I said from around the finger, which was pulled free from my lips with a lewd pop. "Then beg for it," Thandi demanded. No, I wouldn't beg her - the bitch. It was bad enough that she had blackmailed me, forced me into this form of sexual slavery, but I wouldn't-couldn't beg for it. I was a human being, not some sex puppy or her pussy girl. I was a married woman, with a husband waiting for me at home. Thandi opened the lips of her sex and lowered herself until they touched my own. It was a kiss of sorts, but when I tried to respond and return the kiss, she pulled away. "Please," I begged, loathing myself for letting her break through my defenses and crumbling my resolve. "Please what?" She looked down at me, smiling with a superior grin. "Let me - let me worship your sweet black pussy." There, I said it. "Why?" she asked. Her smile grew even bigger. She had trapped me, verbally, maneuvering me into a corner. Such a simple question, but to answer it, I had to face a truth that I had been ignoring for some time. I looked up at her, straddling me, staring smugly down at me from between her high-set breasts. She was attractive and just being near her aroused me beyond belief. I wondered if I were truly bi-sexual, or if this was just a result of not having any sexual release, yet watching her, no, giving her sexual satisfaction time and time again. "Because I want to," I answered. Either way, whether I was bisexual or just sexually starved, I still wanted her. "I don't think I heard you," she said, lowering her sex until it was mere inches from my mouth. "Because I want to. I want to worship your sweet black pussy. I-I-I think you are beautiful." There, I admitted it. I hoped she was fucking happy. "I knew it," she said knowingly, as she lowered herself to my face. "I knew all along you were going to be my white little pussy slut . . .all along." I ignored her smug comments. I was in a heaven of decadent rapture, as I worshipped at her altar. She moaned and hugged my head between her thighs. It was good to feel so needed. I only had one other wish; I wished for release from the aching torment of need that throbbed through my empty sex. Thandi said something that I didn't hear. "Hhhhh?" I murmured between her thighs. "Whatever happens, don't stop." Stop? Why on earth would I stop licking? Then I felt her fumbling with the clamp on my left nipple. It was numb from a lack of blood flow. At first there was a slight tugging sensation, and then a tingling, which grew in power until it was a shooting pain. God, my nipples were overcome by a mass of raw sensation as feeling returned. My screams were muffled by Thandi's cunt. The rocking of her hips grew frantic and she freed my other nipple from the clamp, causing me to scream all the harder. Thandi's screams drowned my own. "Fuck-oh-fuck. Don't stop baby. Lick me bitch! Oh yes, I'm drinking your screams with my pussy. Oh-oh-oh-fuck-yeah-here-it comes - oh- oh-I'm cumming," she screamed, as she soaked my face in her secretions. Afterward, I just wanted to lay there, trapped in the warm embrace of Thandi's thighs, but it was not to be. Instead the makeshift leash was put around my neck and I was forced to follow her to the bathroom on all fours. Once there, she secured my arms behind my back again and helped me into the shower, where she coated me liberally with cold shower gel and turned on the shower. She bathed me by pressing her soft body against my own and rubbing sensually against me. There we were, face to face, thigh to thigh, breast to breast, sex against sex. "But you're my whore, aren't you?" Thandi continued. "Yes," I gasped. "Tell me," she demanded. "I'm your whore." I felt breathless and overwhelmed. "My personal pussy licker . . . my white queer." "Yes . . . yes." I humped my hips against her, my pussy against her own. God, I was going to finally cum! "I'm your pussy licker-your slut- your white queer - I'm anything you want me to be." Cum-cum-cum-cum, it was a mantra in my mind. But it wasn't to be. She pulled away at the last instant, robbing me of my release. "Kiss me like you mean it," she said, and then her mouth was upon me, devouring me. Soon, I was devouring her, suckling her large sensual lips, dancing my tongue against her own. We shared each other's breathe. She made love to my mouth with such ferocity, I forgot for a moment the aching need in my sex. The feel of Thandi's mouth and of her body sliding against my own, haunted me for the rest of the night, long after I had left her house bound again in that hated belt, even after I returned home and had dinner with my husband. While performed oral sex on my husband and deposited his ejaculation in a container, it was Thandi who was on my mind. Even while I lay in bed awake and unable to sleep, my thoughts were of the kiss of the few tender moments. I knew I was being a fool. The bitch had forced me, blackmailed me . . .she had even tortured me. My aching nipples and the plug that was still buried in my arse were proof. She had even made me perform oral sex on her while my husband was on the phone . . . and yet . . . and yet. . . To be continued . . . If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 08 (FF, M+F, denial, humiliation) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** I made sure I was at Miss Moore's house early the next morning, my punishment from the day before still fresh on my mind. She let me in and, without being told, quickly stripped off my clothes Thandi walked around my body, touching me here and there. "You're looking good. Coming along very nicely." I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and my heart leapt at her compliment. I had been losing weight due to her imposed regime of diet and exercise. It was good that *someone* had noticed . . . my husband surely had not. "Thank you Miss." "Yes, very nice," Thandi continued, caressing my nipple between a thumb and forefinger. "This calls for something special to wear." She led me to the bedroom, picked up the clothes that were lying on the bed, and put them back in the closet. She returned with a black outfit that was positively scandalous. The heels were an inch taller than they had been the day before. The stockings were sheer. The ensemble included another tight black skirt, tighter than yesterday's. A black jacket covered my blouse, and it was blouse that really made me most uncomfortable. It was a blouse unlike I had ever seen before. It was the same sheer material as my stockings. It was tight and squeezed my breasts up and out. They looked like the breasts of a twenty- five year old. That was the problem at the moment- the material was just as translucent as my stockings! Anyone looking could see every detail from my nipples to my breasts. "You like?" Thandi asked. I looked in the mirror in disbelief. The sexy woman within was alien to me. "Yes," I sighed, buttoning the jacket up to preserve my modesty. I was still showing *a lot* of cleavage, but I was at least presentable for work. "Good," Thandi said, coming behind me and wrapping her arms around me. "I'm glad you like it." She nibbled at my earlobe, making my knees grow weak. I heard it before I saw it. Snip-snip. I tried not to look down, but I couldn't resist. With a pair of scissors, she was cutting off the buttons to my coat one by one. Oh God! I was wet. I was gushing. I grew so lightheaded I could hardly stand. "I hate buttons, don't you my pet," she asked. Her tongue delved into my ear. How I wished she were licking me somewhere else. With the buttons gone, she opened my jacket, exposing my breasts, raising them up and pushing them in. "That's better. . ." What was she doing to me? "Please. . ." The word came out as a whimper. "Please what?" she taunted. Why was I so hot? Did I want this? Surely I didn't. No, I couldn't. What would everyone think? "I can't. . . . Everyone will see. . ." "See what?" Thandi teased, while she continued to toy with my aching nipples. "My nipples," I gasped. "My breasts." "So what," Thandi said. "You have beautiful breasts and your nipples practically beg for attention." She rolled my nipples between her forefinger and thumb to emphasize her words. "Please. . ." I was too aroused to argue. "Come on now Tracy-girl," she said. "Say it for me. I have beautiful breasts and my nipples practically beg for attention." Oh, she was so frustrating. Didn't she know what she was doing to me? "I have beautiful breasts and my nipples prac-ti-ohhhhhh!" She tweaked my nipples hard, breaking my concentration. "Say it again, until you get it right." It took five times before I could say it without messing up, due to her malicious teasing. "Come on my little Pussy-girl; let's go to work before we are late." I summoned the last of my courage. "Please Miss Moore, I'm scared." How could she do this to me? Force me to show my naked breasts in public. She helped pull me to my feet and hugged me close. "Who's going to be there with you today Tracy-girl?" "You are," I muttered. "And who will be there to protect you?" Oh God, but how could she protect me from what was to come, my mind screamed. However, "You will," was what I answered. "Good girl. Let's go." ******** I know what you are thinking. You probably think Thandi left me out to dry. Well, you would be wrong. She did protect me . . . in a fashion. Whenever my coat fell open, my breasts . . . my nipples rather, were exposed due to the translucent top. Well, I was exposed and someone would stare wide-eyed at my display, Thandi would be there to come to my rescue. "What the fuck are you staring at?" she asked a man in the elevator, who was practically slobbering on me. "Nothing. . ." he mumbled. "Yeah," Thandi sneered. "I saw what you were looking at. She ought to report you. Matter of fact, maybe I'll report you." "No-look-I'm sorry," he stammered, blushing at least as red as I must have been. "She's the one you need to be apologizing to," Thandi said. "Not me." "Look Miss," he said, he looked at my nose carefully avoiding my breasts and my eyes, his cheeks turning even redder. I couldn't help but to glance down at his crotch. His bulge was obvious. "I'm sorry for ah-staring." "Well, Miss," Thandi, said to me. "Do you accept his apology? Or should I turn the pervert in." "Yes. . ." I replied. "Yes, what?" she said. "You want me to turn him in?" "Yes - I mean no Miss Moore," I said. "I don't want you to turn him in. "Fucking pervert." Thandi stopped the elevator at the next floor. "Get the fuck out, before I change my mind." He rushed out of the elevator, and it was good to see someone else under Thandi's thumb . . . someone other than myself that is. The doors closed and just as the elevator resumed its ascent, Thandi pressed the stop button. After that, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me forcefully. Her hand traveled into my coat and found my nipple. She tweaked it -- *painfully*. She smothered my cries of anguish with her mouth and probing tongue. Her eyes were smoldering and furious. "Don't you ever let me catch you staring at a cock again without permission or . . . so help me God!" "I'm sorry," I begged. I had no idea what she would do, and I sure as hell didn't want to find out. I took a chance and kissed her lips. I even suckled at her full lower lip. "I'm sorry. . . I'm sorry." I looked in her eyes and watched her anger fade. Her tongue searched for mine. I met it and we danced together. "Whose pleasure do you exist for?" Thandi asked. "Yours." "And how will you know to please me?" "By watching you." "That's right bitch, not cocks, *me*." She grabbed my hand and pulled it up her dress to her crotch. "And who do you belong to?" "You," I sighed. I slid my finger in her panties and found her wet slit. I circled her clit and then thrust my digit into her tight tunnel. "That's right bitch. You're my girl. My sexy white pussy girl." She pulled my hand from her crotch and started the elevator back up. Her eyes were still smoldering as she stared at me and glanced down at my wet sticky hand. I held her gaze as I cleaned them of her sweet musky essence. "Good girl," she purred. "Besides, when I want you to stare at a cock, it will be to suck it. And you'll know to suck it because I will tell you to suck it. Do you understand?" "Yes, ma'am." Was she serious? It was one thing to do it with her, but it would be quite another to do it with another man. Besides my husband, I mean. "You'll be my little chicken head girl if I ask, won't you? My little chicken head cock sucker." I blushed furiously. For the woman who had me in her thrall-nothing was too depraved. "Yes, Miss Moore," I breathed. I couldn't bring myself to meet her eyes. "Say it," she demanded. Oh God! I glanced up. We were almost at our floor. "I'll do it ma'am. I'll suck whomever you tell me to suck. I'll be your . . ." My cunt was running like a faucet. Fuck me fuck me, it screamed. My nipples were so hard they hurt. God, how I wanted her! I wanted her more than anything I ever wanted before. "I'll be your chicken head cock sucker girl. I'll be whatever you want me to be." I fought to keep my body under control but it was consumed by a warm infusion of pure pleasure. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was a close substitute. I craved more, and yet at the same time it scared me half to death when I realized what the feeling was. It was my complete and utter submission. Thandi grinned. Enjoying my discomfort. Did she suspect? "That's my girl." Her hand grabbed my ass possessively. "But if you do it, you'll do it for my pleasure, not yours, and certainly not his. And how will you know it's my pleasure," she asked. The doors slid open. It was our floor. "I'll know," I assured her. I would know all right. I could recognize her pleasure easily by her wicked smirking smile and her dark flashing eyes. I could even her it in her voice. ******* I was by myself most of the morning. Well, not by myself, but without Thandi, so I just did my best to ignore the looks everyone gave me. I even tried to ignore the men trying to catch a glimpse of my breasts, which were barely covered by my jacket. I kept my head down and refused to meet their leering eyes. I slid around on my chair trying to get comfortable. God, I was hot. I wished Thandi were there. She would know just what to do. It was over an hour before Thandi called me to her office. "Hang your jacket up," she said. "Yes, ma'am." I took off my coat and hung it up, standing before her with my nipples growing even harder due to her cold office. "So chicken head, you been looking at any more cocks?" she asked. "No ma'am." I couldn't help but to blush. Thandi stood up and walked over to me. She looked at me slightly disapprovingly, and then she looked at the ground and smiled. I knelt down in front of her, hoping that it was what she wanted. "Good girl, cause I got something you can look at all you want," Thandi said. "And do you know what that is my little chicken?" "Your vagina?" "My pussy, bitch," she said. "Now say it right or we'll have a little session right now." "Your pussy, Miss." "Then why the hell aren't you pleasing it?" I could tell by her voice that she was growing frustrated with me. Moreover, one thing for sure, that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I hurriedly raised the hem of her skirt up and clutched the band of her panties. "Use your teeth," she said. I bit the band with my teeth, careful not to nip her in the process and pulled her panties down to her feet. I made to kneel there, my face pressed to the carpet, while she took her time stepping out of her panties. As she did so, she placed her foot on top of my head, trapping me against the floor. "What do you want to do now little hen?" I should have been angry and mortified. Instead, I was tremendously aroused. My submission was growing easier and easier. I was starting to crave it and it scared me. "I want to worship your sweet black pussy, Miss." "I know you do baby, I know you do," Thandi sighed, as she removed her foot from my head. "Now, sit back up and hold my skirt up. That's my girl. Now, I want you to kiss it. Kiss my black pussy and show me how much you love it. Show me how much you want to please me." I moved in close to her sex until her pubes tickled my nose. I inhaled her musky scent. The scent was heavenly, and to think, I was the cause. I kissed her labia lightly. Thandi sighed and leaned back against the chair for support. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth as far as it would go and engulfed her beautiful black pussy. I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to worship it, and I wanted her whole womanhood inside my lips. "Oh God . . . oh fuck," Thandi moaned. "Goddamn you're a greedy little pussy girl." Her hips bucked and her thighs clenched as she came. And then . . . and then she was pushing me away. I tried to kiss her again, but she kept my head in her hands and tilted my chin up so that I was looking at her. "You were made to give pleasure, did you know that Tracy-girl?" she said, and I felt my cheeks growing warm with her compliment. "No ma'am," I answered. "Oh you were," she said. "Your tongue and fingers are like silk. I can see why your husband only lasted a minute with you. However, that is going to be a serious problem for what I want you to do today." "What do you want me to do?" I asked, as a shiver of fear and desire licked down my spine. Her finger delved between the lips of her sex and then disappeared in her dark wet sex. When she brought it back out it was shiny wet with her desire. She brought it to my lips. "I want you to suck a cock." Oh God! It was one thing to give Thandi pleasure. I mean, because she was a woman, it didn't really count as cheating, but a man. A man. I was pretty sure it would be considered cheating, even if I only gave him a blowjob. But God, dear God, I would do it if she asked. I shivered thinking about it. In answer, I took her finger in my mouth and sucked it, bobbing my head up and down as I cleaned it. "But none of that chicken head shit," she said. "Your job is teasing, not pleasing. You think you can handle that?" She pulled her digit free and fingered herself again. She held it back to my lips. "Just lick it." I did as she asked. God it was so hard. I didn't want her finger fucking me, I wanted her to be fucking me- with something big and hard and able to make me cum! "Good girl. Now I want you to take it all the way in your mouth, but just hold it there, don't suck it. That's my girl. You're going to make a good little teaser, but listen to me very good. Listen to me real goddamn good." Thandi grabbed my by my large hoop earrings and stooped over me, getting right in my face. "We're going to go visit someone very important. You had better mind me, and you had better behave, or I'll be on you like stink on shit. Do you understand me?" "Yes ma'am." God, I had never seen her so forceful. It astounded me. I also needed to pee --bad. "Nobody and I mean *nobody* comes unless I say," she demanded. "You got me." "Yes ma'am. I promise ma'am." "Good girl," Thandi said, and sealed it with a kiss. Then her demeanor changed and she was friendly again. "Now let's get your face back together. Go fetch my pocketbook, will you?" *********** A few minutes later, I was dressed and made up. The lipstick was a little heavy. "I want anyone who sees these lips to want to feel them," Thandi had said. I could only imagine the thoughts going through my co- workers minds as I walked to the elevator with Thandi. "Remember to tease until I say, take care of business. Understand?" "Yes, ma'am." "Then say it." I hated it when she treated me like an idiot. "Tease ma'am, until you say to take care of business." "Good girl," Thandi said, her hand patted my ass lightly and then she held open the door. Dear Lord, we were here already. My knees grew weak and it too all my concentration to keep from falling in my too-high heels. Why did I agree to this? What was wrong with me? And who would it be? A janitor with a mammoth cock? Some young boy from the mailroom? How would I be able to look my husband in the eye? "Remember what I said. And take off your coat before you sit. And when I say, 'next', you move to the next," Thandi said in a hushed tone as I passed her. I could barely hear what she said. I mean really, I just stood there dumbly in the doorway of the conference room. I had good reason too. There was no janitor in the conference room. There was no mail boy either. No, instead it was full of people's names that all started with C. As in CEO, CIO etc. God! I couldn't think! Thandi pushed me toward a chair and I just let her lead me, numbly stumbling to my demise. "Well, here's the reason I called you in today gentlemen," Thandi said, then turned to me. "Go on Tracy, take off your coat, and show them your blouse." Oh dear God, no! What was she thinking? She was going to get us both fired. My cheeks were burning hot as I blushed. The moment I slid my jacket from my shoulders there was an collective intake of breath. Then the formerly noisy conference room was dead silent. I dared not look. After hanging my jacket on the back of the chair, I sat down, my legs crossed, my arms demurely at my sides, my eyes cast down staring fixedly at the grain of the wood tabletop. "I know exactly what you are thinking gentlemen," Thandi said. "I was thinking the same thing myself when I first saw Tracy's blouse this morning. I was going to send her home, but then, to cover myself, I read the dress code before I did. I must say it came as a surprise when I read that bras aren't mandatory and nowhere in the code did it specify for the opacity of the employee's clothing. And then Tracy told me it was all the style in Paris this year, isn't that right Tracy." I had said no such thing. She was making me out to be some sort of slut, and I just sat there and let her. "Yes, ma'am," I answered. "Ahm-all the uh-models are wearing them." "So gentlemen," Thandi said. "Should she go home and change, or is this acceptable company attire?" As one, the men all glanced at one another, smirked, and then looked back at my breasts. "I don't have a problem with them, I mean it," said Mr. Johnson. "What about you George." "Not me," he said. "I'm all for keeping up with the new styles. How about you Ralph?" "Well, I don't know," began Mr. Slate. "Shut up Ralph," Mr. Johnson said. "Great," said Thandi. "I just wanted to check to make sure it was appropriate. Being so new in my position, I wasn't quite sure on the company policy of such things." "No, you did quite all right bringing this to our attention," Mr. Johnson said. "And don't hesitate to bring any other occurrences like this to my attention." "Certainly," Thandi said. "And while I'm here . . . I was wondering if this would be a good time to talk about a raise and perhaps to discuss Tracy's future with the company." "I've um got a meeting in a few minutes," said Mr. Slate. Thandi looked at me with feral gleam in her eye. "Tracy," she said. "Mr. Slate looks a little out of sorts. Maybe you could help him feel a bit better." She took her pen and put it between her pursed lips. My insides twisted and my body buzzed with nervous energy. 'This is not me, this is not me,' I told myself. I'm a systems analyst. The head Systems analyst. I'm married-married-married. I have a no good husband who builds towers of beer cans while I'm at work. I have a cruel boss that has enslaved me and is going to use me to get a raise. Oh, this is not me at all. But even as I slipped out of the chair and onto my knees, I could feel my pussy gushing. God, how it craved what I was going to do. A familiar sexual rush flooded my body again. God, what was wrong with me? Why was I feeling this way with every growing submission and humiliation? I crawled beneath the conference table on my hands and knees. I crawled to the chair of Ralph Slate, one of the biggest geeks in the company. I maneuvered myself between his legs and pulled down his zipper. His cock was already hard. No, this was not me at all. This was Miss Moore's pet, her pussy girl, her chicken head cocksucker. I opened my mouth and took Ralph's cock in. This was it, no matter what the definition; I was officially cheating on my husband. I bobbed up and down. I licked him along his shaft. I teased the slit with my tongue. There in the cramped confines beneath the table, surrounded by legs, I felt safe. Maybe I associated it with being back in the womb. I forgot about everything but the cock in my mouth. And until she nudged me with the pointed tip of her shoe, I even forgot about Thandi's warning. No coming, just teasing. "Well, Mr. Slate seems to concur." I heard Thandi saying. "What about you Mr. Jones?" Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 08 "I'm not so convinced," he said. Thandi nudged me with her shoe again, pushing me toward where Mr. Jones was sitting. I left Ralph and hurried between Mr. Jones's legs. In seconds, I had his cock buried in my mouth. Even as I did so, I reached over and undid the next zipper, freeing the next cock in line. Slurping, bobbing, gobbling, I did my duty. I was Thandi's chicken head girl. Thandi's foot nudged me on. Even as I went down on the next cock, her foot persisted, spreading my legs and moving up my thigh. I only caught snatches of conversation. "Thandi, you have pleased me...your bonus is approved...and you have the promotion . . . but for Christ's sake, let her finish me off." "But what about Tracy? As you can see, she is my best employee. I want her with me." Tears fell from my eyes and melted into Mr. Jones's crotch. Thandi wanted me. She was taking me with her. I felt her high heel exploring between the cheeks of my bottom. "I want her to have a new title, Personal Executive Trainee. And a raise as well . . . say 7%?" Thandi said. I spread my legs, arched my back, and pushed back against Thandi's heel, pushing the hard implement into my asshole. It was not lubricated, and hurt like hell, rasping into me, but oh, how I wanted it! I pushed back again and it was all the way inside of me. Inside my ass, a place my own husband had never been. I tongued the slit of Mr. Jones' cock. I could taste his salty precut. "Fisheen peeshent." I said with my lips still around his cock. "What?" he gasped. "Fissheen peshent," I repeated. "Ugh, fuck. . ." he grunted. "Nine percent." "Shmelve," I countered. "Ten percent raise. Personal Executive Trainee or whatever the hell else. Gah. . . fuck, just finish me off goddamnit." I sucked him all the way down. His cock buried in my throat. Up and down. Faster and faster. He gave a loud moan and his hips lifted off the chair. I sucked hard, squeezing his balls, and sneaked an index finger in his asshole. His tight ass clenched at my finger with every spurt of his cock. I sucked greedily, swallowing all his come. I'm not sure if it was because of all the teasing, but the quantity of his discharge was amazing. It was all I could do to keep it all in my mouth. I did the same thing for every man at the table. The whole time my pussy tingled, begging for attention beneath the steel confines of the chastity belt. When I finally crawled out from under that table, only Thandi remained sitting upright and smiling primly. Everyone else had slumped down in his chair, collars and ties loosened a dazed and vacant look in their eyes. There was cum on my face and in my hair. Not only had I cheated on my husband. I had turned into a whore. Worse, I wanted nothing more than to coax every cock back to life and fuck them until they went soft again. I knelt there patiently, while Thandi dabbed at the cum on my face with a tissue. I've finally hit rock bottom, I thought. But little did I know what was to come. To be continued . . . * If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 09 Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2004 Couture *********** Back at her office behind closed and locked doors, Thandi was livid. "You bitch! You fucking ungrateful whore," she stormed. I trembled in fear, wondering what she would do to me, but most of all, wondering . . . "What did I do wrong ma'am?" I squeaked. She grabbed me by the ear and pulled me so close my chin touched hers. "Job number one Tracy - what is it?" "Pleasing you ma'am," I answered automatically. "Better . . ." she said, letting my ear go and stepping back. "Let's try this again." She looked me up and down, but her eyes were narrowed, like lasers they cut into my soul. Sometimes it was so hard to read her expression, how was I to know what she wanted at all times without her telling me? But knowing Thandi, it was a good bet that it had something to do with sex. I bit my lower lip and took a chance. I began to strip. Her hard expression softened just a bit and there was a lull in the storm that roared behind her eyes. She glanced down at her sex. I dropped to my knees and shuffled forward, oblivious to the rough carpet digging into my flesh. Thandi sneered, placed her foot on my shoulder and kept me away. "Please ma'am," I begged. "Please what, pussy girl?" she asked. "What is it that you want?" "Your pussy Miss Moore," I said, my voice husky with sexual desire. "I want to worship your sweet black pussy." Thandi leaned further back against her desk and she placed her other foot against my right shoulder. Her hips rocked from side to side as she slid her skirt up, exposing her small sexy panties. "This pussy?" she teased. Not only was she teasing me, she teased herself, her manicured fingernail traveled up and down her slit. I tried to push forward, but she held me back digging her heels into my shoulders. "Yes Miss. . . please. . ." I gasped. "Oh I don't think so little-miss-thang," she said, as she pulled the gusset of her panties to the side, exposing her swollen ripe fruit. "This pussy feels a little neglected. All you seem think about are cocks and fifteen percent raises." "I'm sorry Miss Moore." I kissed her feet. I licked the dirt from her heels in submission. "I won't - I won't let it happen again." "Bitch, you better not let it happen again," Thandi sneered. "When I give you an order, you better follow it goddamnit. . . instead of adlibbing an extra raise for yourself. But I'm not the one you need to make it up to." Miss Moore pointed down to her damp sex. "Now apologize to pussy." She spread her lips between her fingers, baring her wet inner recesses to my gaze. "You are my pussy's girl, aren't you?" "Yes ma'am," I said without hesitation. It felt strange looking directly at Thandi's sex after being forced to look her in the eyes so many times. "I'm sorry," I said. "Please forgive me." Thandi still held me away from her. "I'm sorry pussy," she corrected. I could feel my cheeks warming. It never failed for Miss Moore to make me blush like a schoolgirl. I couldn't believe she had me on my knees begging fro forgiveness from a sexual organ. Worse, I couldn't believe the feeling of lust that overtook me as I did so. "I'm sorry p-pussy. Please forgive me. I won't- I won't let it happen again." Thandi let me move closer this time, but stopped me just shy of three inches. I could smell her humid lushness. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as far as I could reach, yet it wasn't enough. "I forgive you pet, but *she* still isn't happy with you," Thandi said. "Perhaps you can think of something that would excite her. Something you could do to prove your worth." I could only think of three things that excited Miss Moore, and the first one didn't count because I couldn't touch her. That only left two other choices, my humiliation, or my pain. I would have accepted either, but I didn't have the creative mind to come up with the humiliating ideas that Thandi always had on hand. That really only left one final option, and even that would be difficult since we were at work. I locked my hands behind my neck. Thandi's gaze penetrated me, boring into my innermost hidden thoughts. Dear God, could I go through with this? "Miss Moore, would you . . ." I was trembling. Goosebumps covered my naked body. I took another deep breath to find my voice. "Would you punish my breasts please? Do you think that would make pussy forgive me?" My submission had summoned my aching need from deep inside my sex. My nipples were so hard they already ached. I wondered if I would be able to manage. A low rumble sounded in Thandi's throat as she purred in ecstasy. "Yes, I think that will do nicely," Thandi said, her hands roaming my full breasts as she contemplated what she would do to them. She slipped her panties down her legs and held them to my mouth. "Open up pet." She took her time putting them in my mouth, making sure that her soiled crotch rested against my tongue. "Okay close," she said, and I closed my mouth. "That's a good girl. Now, you can taste my pussy and it can remind you of why we have to do this. It will also keep you quiet, and you do understand that we have to be very quiet, don't you pet?" With her panties in my mouth I could do little more than nod my head. "If it gets too much for you and you need me to stop, then let the panties drop, okay?" I nodded again. "But I will be very disappointed . . . and most importantly. . .pussy will be disappointed," she warned. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, to prepare myself, as she took my nipples between her fingers. "Open your eyes, slut," she commanded. "Look at me this time and not at my pussy." I did as she bid. My body trembled either from fear or submission, it was impossible to tell. Her face was just inches from my own; her eyes bore into my soul. "Here we go. Nice and slow . . ." She massaged my nipples between her fingers. Then she stopped and flicked the hard nubs up and down with her fingernails. There was no pain, only exquisite pleasure. I was melting like putty in her hands. Then she grew rougher. Pinching and twisting them harshly before going back to delicate caresses. I sucked at the crotch of her panties imagining she was in them. Ouch! Fuck! I tried to squirm away as she pulled and twisted my sensitive breasts. "Stop-stop-hold still," she calmly ordered. "Good girl. Now open your eyes and look at me, cunt. I want you right here and now, not in your little daydreams." Then she resumed her mauling of my delicate breasts. It wasn't sensuous anymore. It was painful. But even so, I could feel an echo of pleasure shoot through my long denied sex with every painful caress. "Now I don't want a dumb cunt," Thandi continued. "I want you thinking and sharp. And if you get any smart ideas then you better ask yourself one question before you proceed: Am I doing this for Thandi and her beautiful black pussy, or am I being a selfish goddamned bitch?" The pain grew more than I could bear. I feared she would do permanent damage to my tender nipples. Of their own volition, my hands left my back and rush to protect my defenseless flesh. "Get those hands back," Thandi spat. "I said get them back." I was crying in pure helplessness and somehow willed my hands behind my back. "Good girl." Miss Moore's voice grew softer and so did her touch. "No more selfish bitch anymore, right?" I nodded my head. No more selfish bitch. Never. "And you'll think of me and pussy, and only of pleasing us?" The question was rhetorical, but I nodded my head anyway. Oh how I nodded. At that moment, she was my whole world. The panties were pulled from my mouth. They were replaced by her full sensual lips. Oh God, she was kissing me! Her hungry mouth devoured my own. "Je-sus," Thandi moaned. "I need you bitch. I'm on fucking fire." She grabbed my head and pushed my into her sex. Her cunt was soaked in her sweet nectar, which I drank hungrily from her fountain like fine wine. The pleasure I gave her wasn't my usual sweet submissive caresses. It was rough animal sex. I'm not sure what possessed me. Maybe I had become so in tuned with Thandi that I knew instinctively what she needed, and somehow I knew that this was what she needed. She trapped my head between her tightly closed thighs and held on for dear life while I licked her through a series of orgasms. I came up for air when I was finally released. Thandi was still in a daze, her athletic legs spread wide, one of her breasts was exposed, and the panties that had formerly gagged me, were now in her own mouth to silence her own cries. It didn't take her long to come to, upon which she immediately started putting herself back together. "We can't do it like this anymore," she said worriedly. "Come on girl, get yourself back together. That was much too loud and we've been here behind closed doors for entirely too long." We worked efficiently, dressing, and then making sure each other's makeup was in place. Once we were ready, we stood there at the door in each other's arms. Thandi traced the line where my steel chastity belt met my skin. God, how I wanted her to touch me and to feel her on my sex. "Please. . ." I begged. "Soon my love," she said. "Perhaps tonight. I have something very special planned." Oh how my sex ached, how it yearned to be touched. It was no secret. . .I wanted her. I wanted her to touch me. "I'll call my husband and tell him I'll be late." There it was out. I had admitted that I would cheat on my husband of my own volition. She put her finger to my lips. "Hush. You'll do no such thing. Besides, I said special. I didn't say how special. Now hurry back to your desk my little pussy girl. Hurry before someone gets suspicious." I left quickly. And needless to say there was a spring to my step and a saucy swish to my hips that had been missing for quite sometime. I knew I should be horrified. I mean I was married for Christ sakes, but my mind kept going back to that moment and playing it over and over again. No, not the oral sex I had given her. Nor, the punishment of my breasts. Except for a little soreness, that was already fading. What I kept imagining was the kiss. She had kissed me. And yes, she had kissed me before sex, but even so- even so, I couldn't help but wonder if she had feelings for me. And I couldn't help but to wonder about my feelings for her. I mean, I should hate her for all she had done to me. For turning me life upside down, for treating me like a second class human being, some sort of sexual slave. By all rights I should hate her guts. Only . . . I didn't hate her. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I wasn't aware of the stares from the people in the office. It wasn't until I got back to my desk that I became aware of them looking at me out of the corner of their eyes - their amused looks and sniggers. I worried that I had forgotten something. That somehow they had surmised what was going on in Miss Moore's office. But, that wasn't the case at all. When I got back to my cube, I knew the reason for their smug stares. My nameplate on the front of my cube was gone. Replacing it was one that looked just like it only the text was different. Yes, someone had taken quite a bit of time and effort to play a joke at my expense. Tracy Langston - Ass Kisser People could be so cruel sometimes. I took hold of the offending placard and tugged, yet it was stuck fast. I could feel the tears coming, so I braced myself and tugged even harder. With a rip, it finally came free. The bitches had taped it up there with double sided tape. Cowardly bitches. Cowardly backstabbing bitches. I repeated this over and over again as I walked purposefully back to Thandi's office. On the way back, I refused to look around. Refused to let them see me . . . Fucking traitorous whores. I hated them. I hated them all. No, they wouldn't see me cry. I refused to give them the satisfaction. I finally made it back to Thandi's office and closed the door behind me. I was just in time, because when the tears started, there was no stopping them. Soon, I was bawling helplessly in Miss Moore's arms. It took a bit, but Thandi was finally able to get me calmed down and the truth out of me. "So, who's it gonna be?" she asked. I had no idea what she was talking about and told her so. "You can't let people walk over you like that," she said. "You are *my* girl. When I ask you to tell people to do something, I expect it done. So you need to command respect. . .you can't let this slide. I won't let it slide." "But I don't know who did it," I explained. "And no one is going to own up to it." "I didn't ask you who did it," Thandi said. "I asked you to pick someone. You have three seconds to make a choice. One-two-" "Gina." I just blurted it out, but I instantly regretted it. We were never *really* close, but of my employees, I was probably closer to her than anyone. But, she did know about Thandi and me, or at the very least, she suspected. Thandi handed me a tissue to dry my tears. "Listen pet, you have fifteen minutes to go out there and fire Gina. If she leaves in fifteen minutes, I'll authorize separation pay. If not, she's out of here with nothing but the 'ass kissing' incident on her record. "But-but," I sputtered. I certainly never meant for Gina to be fired. Reprimanded maybe. . . "The fifteen minutes starts now." What was I going to do? I couldn't just fire someone. Not on such short notice. There were rules - procedures. Thandi pointed to the corner. "I just happen to have a box over there in the corner." I went over and picked it up. It had been my box. The box that I could have put my pictures and knickknacks in and walked out the door back when all this began. Instead, I filled it with my self respect and submission, and gave it back to Thandi. Became her *pussy girl*. Now, it was Gina's box. "Head high, shoulders back," Thandi encouraged. "I want to see you strut out there. I want to see you do it with authority." "Yes, ma'am," I murmured. I certainly didn't feel authoritative. I felt like a traitor. I felt like what my employees said I was . . . an ass kisser. "You can do better than that," Thandi said, her eyes narrowing. She came up to me and took the box from my hands and tossed it down to the floor. "You better do better than that. You are a bad bitch. Come on . . . say it. "I am a . . . I am a bad bitch." I said it, but I felt as scared as ever. But, I could her it in Thandi's voice that she really was bad - a bad bitch. If I only had her strength. "Do I need to work on those titties some more?" Thandi asked. "I can you know. Now say it again. With some fucking feeling." The memory of my earlier torment was still fresh in my mind. No way could I let that happen again. Not this soon at least. "I am a bad bitch," I said, and amazingly enough, I did feel stronger. "*I* am a *bad* bitch." I repeated with conviction. "That's right," Thandi moved close and put her arms around me. Her hands traveled from the small of my back down to my thighs where they met the tops of my stockings, traveled up along my garters to my bottom. She squeezed my firm arse possessively, even going so far as to stray her fingertips to my arsehole and tease it. "But don't you forget that you are *my* bad bitch," she said. "And I'm the baddest fucking bitch of all. Now get your sweet arse out there and send that bitch packing to teach them all a fucking lesson." I reached down and snatched up the box. When I left Thandi's office, I was strutting. I was going to teach Gina a lesson . . . I was going to teach them all a lesson. And as I walked with that box straight to Gina's desk, I could feel every eye on me. And in the outfit I was wearing, who could blame them. With my high heels, tight skirt, and breasts constantly risking exposure from my jacket, I was a walking sex advertisement. I put the box down on Gina's desk. "Gina, I'm going to have to ask you to pack your stuff." "But but Tracy," she stuttered, her chin began to tremble. "I didn't do it, I swear." She probably didn't do it. I felt sorry for her in a way. But I had committed to my course. And besides, I couldn't let Thandi down. "Gina," I said firmly. "You don't have a choice. Pack your things quietly and leave, and you'll be given a severance package with your resignation. Otherwise the 'ass kisser' comment is going on your record along with a dismissal." "Please. . ." Gina was openly crying now. "I didn't do it. I swear. You can't fire me for something I didn't do." "Look around Gina," I said. "Do you really think that someone is going to come forward and take your place? It'll never happen. Not in this job market." "Please. . ." She gave one final straggling plea. Begging for her job. But she had taken the box in resignation. "Do it Gina," I said firmly. "There really is no other choice." Gina wiped at her tears and started to pack. Me? I felt like dirt from the guilt. Not so much from her firing. I had no choice in that. But, instead of feeling sorry for her, I felt strangely powerful. I felt it in my deep in my cunt. Doing this to her, Dear God, it was making me hot. It was turning me on. When it was over and I went back to Miss Moore's office, I noticed something. No one would look at me anymore. The smug stares were gone. They were afraid of me. Literally afraid to be caught looking at me. "She took the severance," I told Thandi. "I know," Thandi said. "And I know something else Pet. You liked it. It made you hot, didn't it? Admit it." God, how she could see right through me. "Yes. . ." I admitted. "Good girl," she said. "Tonight we will celebrate our success. But for now, I want to give you your little pussy. You've earned it well enough. All you have to do is one little thing for me." "What is it, ma'am?" My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. If she was talking about one of the charms, the golden cats that I wore around my wrist, then it would be the last one. I only had to earn this one last golden pussy, and I would finally be let out of the chastity belt that was locked around my waist for what seemed like an eternity. "I had a new nameplate made for you. Now I know it's early and we haven't moved to our new offices . . . but since they took yours. . ." Thandi gave me a placard that she had wrapped using office paper. "Why don't you go put it up in its place?" She held her other hand out, and in between her forefinger and thumb, glistened a gold pussy cat - the last gold pussy. "Why don't you open your present," she said with a sly smile. I knew what it was; I don't know why she was making such a big deal about it. But, I went ahead and tore away the makeshift wrapping and prepared to give her a fake excited smile . . . but instead gave a surprise gasp. The nameplate read, Tracy Langston, Personal Executive Trainee, just as she had requested my new position be. God, I hated to admit it, but when I was down on my knees, sucking off the board members earning that title, I had been so proud. Executive. That's the word I heard. It was the word that made me suck his prick like there was no tomorrow and swallow his bitter come. But now, seeing it on my new nameplate. Seeing all the words there together. How one earth would I bear the humiliation? Tracy Langston Personal Executive Trainee PET. I was to be Thandi's pet. In truth I already was. Only now I was going to advertise it. "Do you like it?" Thandi asked. I felt my cheeks warming in embarrassment, but what could I say. "Yes Miss." My mind rebelled. It hated the thought of what I was about to do. But, some other part . . . some dark part located deep inside yearned for it. It craved the feeling of utter and delicious submission that Miss Moore constantly required of me. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 09 "Do you still want a little pussy?" she asked, her eyes shining at least as bright as the gold trinket in her fingers. "Yes ma'am." "Then say it," she grinned. "I want a little pussy." God, I looked her right in the eye when I said it and didn't even stutter - didn't even blush. What was I becoming? "Then come and get it." She put it in her mouth and teased me by wiggling it on the tip of her tongue. I kissed her, exploring her mouth, our tongues playing hide and seek for the gold trinket. But finally I captured it and stole it away, breaking the kiss. "When?" I asked. I had to get out of the chastity belt. I was so hot and I had been teased so much - for so long - I would fuck anyone . . . anything. "You haven't earned the key yet," Thandi grinned, her eyes twinkling evilly. She must have read look of despair on my poor distraught face. "But don't worry - I'll give you your chance tonight. I may even be generous and let you out early." Dear Lord! Would she? I needed out. I needed out so bad - so fucking bad it hurt. "Now go put your new nameplate up and get some work done," Thandi said. "I have plans. . .Oh do I have plans for you tonight." . . . to be continued. *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. ************ Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 10 Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** All day long I worked, stewing in my own juices. All this time that I had been locked up, my cunt had yearned for stimulation. The need, the yearning, it was always there. I fingered the gold cats on the charm bracelet Thandi had given to me. No, she didn't give it to me, I reminded myself. I had earned every charm, there on my knees, between her legs, my mouth giving her sexual release, while my own release was made impossible due to a steel chastity belt. How appropriate the charms were gold cats - little pussies. I earned them by pleasing her pussy. And now, knowing that release might occur as early as tonight, my own pussy had long since stopped purring as it ached to be petting. It was know an angry lion, a hungry predator, roaring between my legs. It didn't help that Thandi kept calling me and making it worse. "Is your pussy horny little slut?" her breath whispered into the receiver. "Yes ma'am." "Squeeze your thighs together for me. Come on - harder - as hard as you can. Now - hold it for me." I could hear moisture being squeezed out of the metal cup that protected my pussy. Oh God, I was so wet. My thigh began to cramp, but I continued to obey. "Hold it - hold it - good girl - now release." I couldn't help but sigh. I hoped no one had heard. She called again. "Hey pet, put the phone up close to your ear for me and listen real careful now. Are you listening?" "Yes, ma'am." I listened for a several seconds. I could hear her something sliding on cloth and a muffled sigh, but that was all. "Did you hear that?" "No, ma'am." "Listen dammit!" she said sternly. I put a finger in my other ear to block out the sounds of the office. It was very quite on the phone. I couldn't hear anything. But then I realized I wasn't listening for the right sound. I was expecting to hear a voice. Instead, what I heard was a rhythmic wet sound. Shlorp-shlorp-shlorp. In a flash, I knew what I was hearing. It was the sound of a pussy . . . of something going in and out of a pussy - Thandi's pussy. "Mmmmm- did you hear it this time?" "Yes ma'am," I practically gasped into the receiver. "Do you know what it was, my little pussy pet?" "Yes ma'am." I dared not tell her for fear that someone would overhear. "That could be your pussy being fucked," she breathed. 'Would you like that?" "More than anything. I need - I need -" "Shhh. . ." she said. "Say no more. I know what you need." The next forty five minutes lasted an eternity. I couldn't work. I couldn't think. The only thing I could hear was the sound of her pussy being fucked. The only thing I could think of was *my* pussy being fucked. It was awhile and then I got another call from Thandi. "Are you getting any work done for me today, Pet? I would hate to think that I had given you a raise and the only thing I got for it was someone who fantasized about sex all day." "I'm sorry Miss. . ." "Do you know what a kegel is, Pet?" "No Miss." "A kegel is when you squeeze the muscles in your pussy, Pet. Like you were trying to stop peeing or to squeeze a fat hard dick," she said. "Try one for me." I did. Jesus I was horny. It was like every nerve ending in my cunt was on fire. My pussy was a tyrannosaurus rex, ready to rampage through the office and fuck every dick in sight. "Can you see the clock on the wall from where you are Pet?" Thandi breathed huskily into the phone. "Yes. . ." I wanted nothing more than to shove the phone up my cunt and make her listen to the wet music. "When you see the red hand reach 12, I want you to squeeze," she said. ". . .and then when it reaches three, I want you to relax. Do it again when it reaches six. That's twelve to three and six to nine. Do you understand Pet?" "Yes ma'am. . ." "Good," she said. "Now be a good girl and tell me when the clock reaches twelve." I waited as the red hand spun past six and traveled to nine, finally it reached twelve. "It's there." "Squeeze that hot little pussy," Miss Moore breathed. "Harder-harder-that's it-now hold it-keep holding it - and relax. . ." Before I could even catch my breath, the hand had traveled to 9. "Okay, do it again. . ." Oh God. . . Thandi hung up the phone, and I just sat there at my desk, watching the clock. Squeeze - release - squeeze - release. I was soon able to do it without looking at the clock at all. Squeeze - release - squeeze - release. . . My world was my cunt. My world was the clock. Tick - tock - squeeze - release. I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my sides and between my breasts. It was even sliding down the back of my calves. Drip - drop - tick - tock. I was a sexual zombie, under the spell of the please boiling in my cunt. Under the spell of a dark powerful woman - my boss - Thandi Moore. It wasn't until I felt someone shaking my shoulder that I came out of the spell. "Come on Pet, it's time to go," Thandi said. "I said come on girl, we have things to do." I came out of my daze with a start, looked around and noticed that we were the only ones in the office. I couldn't help it, my legs spread wide and my hips bucked of their own volition. God, how I needed release! "Not now Pet," Thandi said. "Just be patient and it won't be long. I promise." "Please. . ." I begged. "Come on," Thandi said, tugging at my arm. "Let's go." My weak trembling legs rebelled as I tried to stand up. Miss Moore had to help me to me feet and she lent a helping hand as we made our way to her car. She drove us back to her house and we went inside. "I have a little dinner planned tonight to celebrate our success today," Thandi said. "That's nice ma'am, but you don't have to," I responded, but really I wanted nothing more than the belt off and a chance to cum to my hearts content. I had a lot of catching up to do. "Oh but I insist," Thandi said. Her tone meant just that...there were no other options. "You'll see, it will be so much fun, we'll dress up and go out to a nice restaurant. You'll love it. I've got so many surprises planned. Now come on, let's go take a shower together and afterwards, we'll dress to the nines." I undressed and then I helped Miss Moore disrobe. Thandi slipped the key to my chastity belt from her neck. "Would you like to get out of your belt my Pet?" "Please. . ." I begged. "Kiss my feet." Her feet still smelled from her hose, but I could care less. I didn't just kiss her feet, I worshipped them. I made love to every toe and crevice. I would have done anything to get out of the belt that prevented my sexual release. Thandi pulled her foot from my mouth, and teased me with it, pretending like she was going to let me kiss her toes, but pulling it back just as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. "You're quite a deviant little queer, aren't you?" she mocked. "Yes Miss," I admitted, feeling my cheeks blush with shame. "Suck it," she said, stuffing her foot in my mouth. "Suck it like a cock." I opened my mouth and she pushed her toes in until they were buried up to the ball of her foot. She smiled in twisted delight, her fingers moved in circles around her panty clad sex. They were visibly wet from desire. "I want you to swear to me that you won't touch yourself down there until I give you permission," Thandi said, pulling her foot from my poor stretched mouth. "Otherwise I'll just leave it on until later." "I won't touch myself, ma'am," I assured her. But she wasn't satisfied until I swore my sincerity several times. Then she had me roll over on my back and she unlocked my chastity belt and took it off. Oh God, the mere feeling of air on my pussy felt so foreign after being locked away for so long. "You smell like a whore," Thandi said, causing me to blush. "Let's get you cleaned. But remember, no touching." She turned on the water and we stepped into the shower. I could feel her body pressing close to my back as her arms reached around me, caressing me, soaping me, and bathing me. Next, she turned me around and slid to her knees. Was she going to lick me? God, I wanted her to. But, it wasn't to be. Instead, she squirted some shaving cream into her hand, and began to lather my sex. "God, Thandi," I groaned. "What are you doing to me?" But even then I knew the answer. "I'm shaving your pussy bare," Thandi said as she picked up a razor. Then she pinched my pubes between her fingers and tugged sharply. "And if you call me Thandi again, I'll tug them out one by one." "I'm sorry ma'am." Oh dear God, she was shaving me, shaving every last protection from my cunt. "But my husband. . ." I weakly protested. She ignored my objection and continued to denude me. I made no move to stop her. "I want you bare," she continued with each swipe of the razor. "Hairless . . .unprotected . . . defenseless . . . powerless . . . exposed . . ." God, what she did to me! How she made my blood boil and my sex burn with lust. My body was like putty in her strong black hands. When she turned me back around and rinsed me, I was as bare as the day I was born. "Now it is your turn to bathe me, Pet," Thandi said as she stood up behind me. I reached for the shower gel, but she got to it before I did. "Ah-ah-ahaahh," she said, while she wagged her finger in my face. "You aren't allowed to use your hands." And then she pointed the bottle at my breasts and squeezed, squirted the cold gel over my swollen breasts. "Ha-ha, I'm cumming on your breasts," Thandi taunted me, and then squirting the chilly liquid on my breasts again and again. "I bet all your little white boyfriends loved coming all over these big melons of yours." She put down the gel and massaged my breasts, working the lather up, and paying particular attention to my hard aching nipples. "Sweet Jesus, I want to feel these beautiful babies rubbing all over my body. Bathe me with your breasts." Thandi leaned back against the wall and spread her legs. Her eyes were dark pools of lust. "Do it," she ordered. "Start at the bottom and work your way up." And that's what I did. I knelt at her feet and enveloped her calves between my breasts. I held them against her firmly, my hands lifting them up and pushing them in, while I slid them up and down, washing her. My face pressed against her crotch, as I moved up to her strong black thighs. When I rubbed my nipple along the soft pink flesh of her sex, I couldn't resist sneaking a finger down to my own hungry cunt. "Bad girl," Thandi scolded. She grabbed me by the nose, pinched it, and pulled me up by it. Then she trapped my wrists together between her fingers and lifted my arms above my head. "Good things come to pets who wait," she finished, and then kissed me. "I'm sorry," I said. "I just - I couldn't help it." I really couldn't. My body didn't just crave sexual relief. It *needed* it. "I see we are going to have to do something to control those naughty hands tonight," Thandi said. "And I do believe I have the perfect idea." We got out of the shower, and dried one another off. Then she led me into the bedroom, pulled a present from beneath the bed and gave it to me. "Don't just stand there," she said. "Open it up." I approached it with a nervous excitement. Gifts from Thandi weren't the typical gifts that I got from other people. Her gifts were expensive, creative, and very generous. But most importantly, they had thus far been the instruments of my sexual subjugation. I could feel my cheeks flush and my sex gush as I opened her gift. What could it be? I had no idea, somehow she always seemed to surprise me. "Wow," I gushed in surprise. Again she had surprised me. Inside was a shimmering silk evening dress, stockings, and white high heel shoes. "Thank you ma'am." I stroked the soft fabric again. It felt very expensive. It was probably without a doubt the most expensive dress I had ever worn . . .outside of my wedding dress that is. "Go ahead and put it on," Thandi said. "I want to see you in it." She stared at me as I dressed. Her look was hungry, almost predatory. When I first opened the present, I had thought perhaps that there were no sexual strings attached to this gift. However, as I put it on, it became apparent that this was not the case. The outfit was beautiful, but it was also scandalous. The dress came up so high on my thighs that one wrong move would expose every inch of my sex. The neckline plunged between my breasts. As if that wasn't bad enough, it was also backless. I was a walking sex pot. "That's perfect," Thandi said. "It's too small." "It's just right." "You can see everything." "No, it just hints." "It screams," I said. "You can see my nipples through the fabric." "Your nipples are hard you horny little slut. Don't blame the dress." "But, you can see the dimples on my ass." I turned around and showed her the back of the dress. "That's your back, not your ass. Besides your dimples are sexy." "It's too small. Look - one false move and. . ." I bent over and showed her the final outrage. I felt a cool draft waft over my exposed privates. The feeling of the cold air was foreign to me after being trapped within the steel confines of the chastity belt for so long. "Well . . ." she said, her grin was feral. "In that case, I suggest you watch how you move." "But ma'am. . ." "Enough." She pointed her finger at me and by the look in her eye; I knew I dare not disobey. "Now, help me get ready. We have reservations at Le Chope' in an hour." You would think that I would be used to being so subservient to Thandi. After all, I had knelt between her legs and given her sexual pleasure with no gratification for myself for quite some time now. But, it was times like this, when I knelt on the ground in front of her and helped her into her shoes that my role in our relationship was made crystal clear. I was a servant. Her servant. I finished dressing her, following her every command. And then I dressed myself. The impossibly tall heels, the choker, the stockings and garters, even my makeup; they were all her idea. I had no say in anything. As I polished off the final touches on my makeup, Thandi came behind me and snuck her hands beneath my dress. Her touch, God her touch was electric as it stroked my denuded sex. "You are wet my pet," Thandi said, then giggled. "Hey that rhymes. My wet pet." "Oh God Thandi," I moaned. My body melted. My hips thrust of their own volition. "I have a final surprise for you." She picked up a tube of toothpaste. She winked and grinned wickedly, as she squeezed a small amount on her index finger. "Lift your skirt, and put your foot on the counter," she commanded. I followed her instructions. I knew what was in store, but I was powerless to stop her. She spread the toothpaste all over my nether lips, my clit, even into my wet hungry passage. When she was done, I felt it burning in my steaming sex. My cunt was gushing like a faucet. I wanted more of her touch, but she withdrew her finger and again squeezed out another dollop of toothpaste. With a gasp I cried out as she applied it. Oh God, this time she pushed her finger up my ass. "Get yourself together pet," Thandi said, as she washed her hands in the sink. "The limo is here to pick us up." "Limo?" I asked. My mind was in a hazy fog of sexual torment. I barely remember walking with her out to the limo. But, I do remember the limo driver, a nice young black man, politely holding the door open for us. I also remember the astonished look of shock on his face, as my skirt rode up and he caught a glimpse my shaved wet cunt. I did my best to cover my sex from his leering eyes, but he merely tipped his hat, and closed the door to the limo. "You little exhibitionist," Thandi said. "I saw you flash your pussy at that nice young man." "I didn't," I explained. "It was an accident." "Sure it was. . ." The driver got into the front seat and the car lurched forward. "Why don't you make us a drink." It wasn't a question, but an order. And it wasn't a bad idea. I slid over to the opposite seat and opened the bar. Amazing! A bar in a car. In case you wondered, it was my first time in a limo. It was amazing. I poured two glasses of scotch and resumed my seat beside Miss Moore. The drink was strong. I felt it burn down my throat and my stomach grew warm. But the heat of the drink was nothing close to the remains of the toothpaste burning in my sex and ass. Thandi downed her drink, the reached her arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. "My pussy is so wet," Thandi said. "How about you? Is my little queer turned on?" I felt Thandi's other hand slid from my thigh up under my dress. "Yes Miss." No use lying, not only was I horny beyond belief, the toothpaste had transformed my cunt from a spigot to a geyser. Her finger slid easily into my inflamed wet sex. My desire was obvious. To my dismay, she withdrew her finger and then she held it up to my mouth. I knew what she wanted, but when I looked toward the front of the limo, I say the driver watching me intently from the rear view mirror. "He's watching," I whispered. "I know." Oh God. My cheeks burned in shame as I took her soiled digit in my mouth and sucked it clean. It tasted of mint and musk. The limo driver's eyes never left my own. "I want you to sit here between my legs," Thandi said. I felt a tremor run through my body, as I slid into Thandi's lap. I had no idea what she had planned, and though my mind was terrified, my body was willing. She ran her hands up and down my small frame - possessing me. She tweaked my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress. The driver eyed me hungrily. No way he didn't know what was going on in the back seat. "You love being watched. Don't you slut?" "Yes, Miss Moore," I admitted. I gave a gasp as she pinched my nipples. Hard. Pulling them away from my body and twisting. "Yes, Mistress," she warned. "Yes, M-Miss-tress," I stammered. I didn't know what to think with this new development. It was the first time she asked that I call her Mistress. The implications, though uncertain, were that that ante had just been upped. "Oh, I do like the sound of that," Thandi said. She snuck one hand beneath my short dress and caressed my sex. Her touch was electric. With her other hand, Thandi bared my breasts to the driver's view and continued to toy with them. "Say it again, my little pussy pet." "Miss-tress." It came out half as a gasp, half as a moan, as she picked that moment to plunge a fingertip into the mouth of my hungry wet sex. "Again . . . slave." Her tongue snaked into my ear, causing me to squirm in her grasp. "Mistress. . ." Mistress and slave. The words had so many connotations. Owner and owned - that's what she was saying. The thought of it was terrifying. Part of my brain screamed for me to open the door and run from her as fast as I could. No way was the other part going to leave with her teasing me so expertly. "Squeeze my finger slave." I summoned all my strength and tightened internally against the intrusion of her digit. "Harder," she said. "Please mistress," I begged. "I'm so close." One touch, God, one breath and I would lose control and climax right there in her arms, the driver could look all he wanted. "Mmmmmm," she whispered again. "I love how hungry your cunt feels slave." Then she removed her finger from my hungry sex, and presented it to my mouth. I sucked it clean without being asked. "That's a good slave." She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, as I listened to her command, I felt my cheeks redden and my pulse quicken. It was hard to remember that there was a time before Thandi. A time when her command would have been more than I could possibly bear. Her suggestion was scandalous, but I did it. I looked back at the driver, who was still looking back in the rear view mirror every chance he had. "Sir," I told the driver. "If you can find a safe place to pull off the road, would you like to come back and play for awhile?" Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 10 I could see his big white teeth in the rear view mirror as the driver's face broke out in a big grin. He was driving much faster now. The limo's tires squealed as we went around a curve. "You ladies wait for me you here?" He said. "I'll be back there in just a minute. I'm going to take *real* good care of you ladies." He put on the brakes so hard, I almost fell out of my seat. "If you get us all killed," Thandi said. "There won't be anything left to take care of." "Sorry Miss," He called back. "We're here anyway." He had parked us at a hotel, a fairly nice one at that. We would be as safe there as anywhere. The driver got out of the car, got into the back with us, but sitting in the opposite seat. He reached over, locked the car doors, and took off this hat. "No," Thandi said. "Leave it on. I like it." He grinned and put it back on his head. "Whatever you ladies say. By the way, my name is. . ." "No names," Thandi said. "Your name is driver." Then she pointed to me. "And this is slave." I felt my face grow hot under their hungry gaze. "And you may refer to me as Ma'am," Thandi finished. "Wow," the driver said, reaching for my breasts, but Thandi beat him to it, cupping them in her hands possessively. "Not yet," she said. "Just lean back and enjoy the show Driver." His look was slightly disappointed, as he sat back in his seat with his legs spread. I could see the outline of his large cock bulging against the fabric of his dark polyester slacks. "Slave," she said. "What are you looking at so intently?" How she could tell the inner workings of my mind, even when my back was to her, I didn't know. "His cock, Mistress." "Have you ever held a black cock before?" she asked. "No." "Would you like to hold his big black cock?" "Yes, Mistress." "Well, ask the driver." "Driver," I said. "May I hold your cock, please?" "His big *black* cock," Thandi corrected. "Your big . . . black cock." You may think that there wasn't much difference in what I was made to say. However, to me, it was all the difference in the world. I had been taught since I was a little girl that blacks were taboo. Especially black men. "Sure," he replied, smiling and reaching for his zipper. "No," Thandi said, swatting his hands away. "Just relax and let my slave to the work." Thandi switched seats and moved over next to the driver. "Go on pet," she urged, pointing down at the floor between the driver's feet. I slid out of the seat and knelt down on the floorboard. I undid his pants and fished out his cock. God, it was huge and hard as a rock! "Is it larger than your husband's?" Thandi asked. "Yes, Mistress," I replied. Was it ever. I could barely circle the width with my fingers. The length was a good two inches longer than my husband's. "She's married?" the driver asked in disbelief. "Do you mind?" Thandi said, gliding her fingernail along his earlobe. "No, I just - I just figured you two were dyk - I mean - I mean," he stammered. "You calling me a dyke?" Thandi wrapped her long fingers around his cock and pumped it a few times. With her other hand, she grabbed me behind the head, and guided me toward his balls. I briefly inhaled his masculine scent and began to lick his swollen orbs. "Baby, do I look like a dyke to you?" Thandi said. She guided his black cock into my mouth and then up and down about three inches of his length. "I guess not," he replied. "Tell me baby, does that feel good?" Thandi asked. "Is my slave doing a good job on your cock?" "Oh yeah." The driver's voice was heavy with desire. I could feel my own desire running wetly down my thighs. "I know it does baby," Thandi said, guiding me further down his prick. "But could you just imagine how it would feel if she knew your every sensitive spot? When to go fast." Thandi pumped my head faster. "When to go slow." Thandi forced me to go slower. "When to squeeze your balls. . ." By now I needed no further guidance. I squeezed his orbs knowing that it was what Thandi wished. "And when to suck it all the way down." I went all the way down as far as I could. But I couldn't take him all the way in. Thandi took control once again. She pushed the back of my head, forcing me on his cock. I felt it slip down my throat, and then began to gag. I pulled my head away and coughed. God, his cock was big. Oh how I wanted his big black organ inside of me. "*All* the way down slave," Thandi said. I pulled my hair away from my face, placed his cock in my mouth, took a deep breath, and then went down on his cock as far as I could take it. But, I still hadn't reached bottom, so I relaxed as much as I was able, then swallowed it into my throat, until my lips pressed against his pubes. I looked over to Thandi for approval. She smiled and stroked my hair. She was sitting there beside the driver, leaning close, her long legs were crossed, and her hand was busy at her crotch. She was masturbating while watching me suck the driver's cock. "So tell me driver," Thandi said. "Having someone to do that for me, having someone who will do anything, anything at all that might please me, does that make mean I'm a dyke, or does it mean that I'm one smart bitch?" "Smart," he groaned. "Fuck, but if she ain't gonna make me come." "Not yet," Thandi said. She grabbed my hair and pulled me away from his crotch. Then she unwrapped a condom she pulled out from her purse, and placed it over the head of his cock. "Pet," she said. "I want you to put it on him using only your mouth. And watch those fucking teeth." I licked my lips. I prayed silently that she would let me fuck him. And oh how I needed fucking after being locked away in a chastity belt for so long and enduring countless days of teasing and denial. With the condom on, I didn't have to worry about pregnancy or disease from the driver. I proceeded to use my lips to wrap the condom around his large phallus. It was a harder task than I had imagined. My mouth made disgusting wet sounds and my saliva ran down his cock and pooled at his crotch. But eventually I made my way to the bottom. I pulled away to look at results of my work. "Very good slave," Thandi said, taking his cock in her hand, and then straddling the driver. "No," I said in disbelief, when I saw what she meant to do. His cock was mine. I deserved it. I had certainly earned it. With a low moan, Thandi lowered herself down on his beautiful phallus, paying no heed to my objections. "I've been wanting some of this big cock," she said as she sunk down to his lap. I watch jealously as her hips began to rock. "Fuck," the driver grunted. "Oh pet, you wouldn't believe how good this feels," Thandi said. To the driver: "Driver, I want you to hold my breasts." To me: "And slave, I want you to suck my pussy, and you better not disappoint me." I lowered myself and blew on her sex. She was so wet it was unbelievable. I began to lick the lips of her labia, then licked her orifice where his cock filled her. God, it was so unfair. She was so fucking selfish. It should have been me riding him . . .not her. But the very thought of my current situation. That I was down on my knees, submissively serving my black mistress, eating another woman as she took pleasure from a man that I wanted, sent a bolt of pleasure running through my cunt. It was absolute submission. I groaned in pleasure, while I sucked her clit hard, fluttering my tongue over her tiny nubbin. "Fuck I'm getting ready to come," the driver groaned. "Not yet. Wait for me," Thandi said, pulling me tighter into her crotch. "Faster," she urged me. My jealousy of the driver's cock had passed, but a new jealousy possessed me. For some reason, I didn't want him to make her come. She was mine. So, I sucked harder on her clit, but at the same time I wormed a finger into the driver's ass. "Oh fuck," he yelled, and bucked. I felt his ass spasm around my finger. He was coming. The seat squeaked as Thandi bounced on his lap, trying to join him in orgasm. But it was no use, he may have come, but Thandi hadn't. Her eyes flashed in anger as she got off his cock. She held his softening organ. Her disappointment was obvious. "Goddamnit," Thandi said, as she took his condom off, and tied a knot in the end. "I told you to wait." "I couldn't help it," he said, casting an accusing glance my way. "She put a freak on me." "Did she now?" Thandi's eyes gleamed. I knew in my heart that she was thinking of some diabolical way to get even with me. "And just what kind of freak did she put on you, hmmm?" "Nothing," he said, glancing down as he pulled his pants back up and fastened them. I was sure he must be blushing. "Shouldn't you be driving or something?" Thandi said, dismissing him. Thandi slid back and took his place, as he left, with me between her legs. "And driver," she called up. "Drive real slow." Now, I had Thandi all to myself again. I leaned forward and began to feast upon her hot sex. While I dined, she made sure that I kept my hands on each of her knees so I wouldn't be tempted to touch myself. I licked her through two orgasms, and was on my way to giving her a third when the driver called back. "We're almost there," he said. "That's enough," Thandi said, pushing me away, and then turning my chin back and forth, as she inspected my face. "You really are a messy little cunt licker, you know that? It's as if you want to see how far up my pussy you can lick. Not that I'm complaining, but we're going to have to switch you over to some water proof makeup." Thandi opened her bag and revived my face with a new application of makeup. Then she gave me a couple of sprays of perfume behind each ear. "I've got a surprise for you," she said. Turn around so I can give it to you." I turned around with my back to her. I fully expected her to fasten some new jewelry around my neck. "No Pet," she said. "Not like that. Climb up there on your knees. Now lean forward over the seat. Arch your back. Raise your skirt. Now, reach back and spread your cheeks." "I can't." It was too embarrassing. "He'll see." "Do it, or would you rather let him watch me turn that white ass of yours a nice shade of red." I reached back and spread my bottom. Exposing my most intimate place to the driver. My face and sex felt hot as my blushing face felt. "Perfect," Thandi said. I felt the car sway to the side as the driver ran over a curb. I could only imagine how I must look to him, there in the back of the limo, spread out like some whore, with my ass and my aroused sex on display. Thandi grabbed the cheeks of my bottom and pulled them even further apart. I burned in humiliation. If there was anything the driver hadn't seen before, he could surely see now. "Oh!" I gasped as Thandi spit in my crack. I gasped again as she pushed a finger into my tight rosebud. She withdrew it and spit again. The thought of what she was doing was so dirty - so disgusting. Dear Lord, but it was also so sexy and out of control. This time a second finger joined the first. It was pure pleasure - and slightly painful. "You are tight back here," Thandi said. "You ever play with your ass?" "Ugh - yes," I groaned. "You ever let a man fuck you there?" "Ahh - no Mistress." "You put a freak on the driver, didn't you?" "Yes. . ." I admitted. "And now I'm gonna put a freak on you." I was startled when I felt something cold pressing against my rosebud. I tried to flee, but the seat held me firmly trapped. It wasn't so big at first, but by the end, Dear Lord, I thought for sure I would be damaged for life. Finally, I felt it slide home and it was no longer painful; I just felt uncomfortably full. My insides protested trying to force the intruder out, but it was stuck fast. "Oh please, take it out," I begged. "No pet," Thandi said. "This is going to stay there for now. I know how much a white whore like you needs something big and black in her ass." "But it's too big." "It may be, but it's also too fucking late," Thandi said. "We're here now." "Oh God!" I looked out the window and saw a crowd of people gathered in front of the restaurant; every last one of them looking at me with my rear raised, and a plug forced into my ass. I had never felt so humiliated in all my life, even though they looked at me as if nothing in the world was out of place. It took a few seconds for it to register that they couldn't see through the tinted windows. "Are you ladies ready?" the driver asked. "Yes driver," Thandi said. I knew that I only had seconds to adjust my dress before the driver opened the door. I sat back down in the seat, catching myself unawares the plug Thandi had pushed inside me, was driven up even further. But I didn't have time to ponder my discomfort, I barely had time to push my breasts back into my dress and pull the hem down to cover my denuded sex, before the driver opened the door and helped Thandi out. Then he extended his hand for me. I took a deep breath to work up my resolve, took his hand, and stepped out of the car. I caught a few startled looks from some of the onlookers. They had obviously caught a glimpse of my bare sex. I wondered if they had seen the plug wedged in my bottom or the moisture I felt cooling between my thighs. "Come Pet," Thandi said. I felt her hand gently stroking down my bare back and then brush against my hand. I took her hand in my own and she led us up to the maitre de. He looked us up and down. Me especially. By his look, he obviously disapproved of us and had no intention of letting us in. "Do you have a reservation ladies?" he asked. The way he said ladies suggested that we were anything but. "Yes," Thandi said. "Langston - party of three." He looked down at his list. His finger moved quickly from the top to the bottom. "I don't see anything here by that name." Party of three? I wondered who else was there. What other surprise Thandi had in store for me? I shivered as a cold wave of foreboding passed over me. "Look again," Thandi said. "We're here to meet a record executive. If we don't show up, then I don't think he will be coming back to your fancy little restaurant." Record executive? I didn't know any record executive, and I didn't think Thandi knew one either. "Ahhh. . . here we are," the maitre de said, as if he had just now found the name he had obviously seen the first time. "Right this way ladies." As we walked hand in hand to our table, I felt like a deer walking into a pack of wolves. Conversations stopped. Silverware clanked as it was dropped into plates. Every eye watched Thandi and I walk hand in hand into the finest restaurant in town. Thandi, dressed so sexy and smart, the only black woman in the restaurant. Me, looking like I should be performing at a strip club instead of walking into a fine restaurant. I knew our table well in advance of our arrival. I watched as the man at the table glanced our way. Watched as his eyes moved from my high heels, up my bare legs, to my indecently short skirt. Watched as he hungrily stared at my breasts bouncing unencumbered beneath my too thin evening gown. Watched with growing apprehension as his eyes widened in shocked recognition when he made it to my face. The man at the table? My husband. "Hi sweetie," I said, pulling my hand free from Thandi's grasp, acting as if everything was normal. "Honey?" Bill replied, eyes wide, asking it, wondering if I were really me. "It really isn't polite not to introduce me to this hunk of a man," Thandi said, her hand unseen by my husband, slid between the cheeks of my bottom and nudging the plug embedded in my ass. "Bill, this is my boss, Thandi Moore. Thandi, this is my husband Bill." I don't know how I managed to speak while I was in such a state of emotional duress, not to mention my state of near undress. I knew that Thandi must have invited Bill to meet us here, but I had no idea what else she might have told him, or what she could potentially tell him during dinner tonight. They shook hands. "Tracy has told me so much about you," Thandi said. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." "It's nice to meet you too," Bill said, now eyeing my dress with a look of dissatisfaction. "Here," Thandi said, pulling out a chair. "Why don't you sit here, Pet? Right next to your husband." "Sure," I stammered. In the back of my mind I knew that I was supposed to be the one holding the chair for Thandi, yet from the look in her eye, she seemed quite happy with doing it for me. I shivered with the thought of what else she may have planned. I sat down in the chair and two things immediately happened. One, the plug in my ass pushed home, deep in my ass, catching me unawares. Two, Thandi has somehow managed to catch my dress with the seat of the chair, and as she pushed it underneath my bottom, my backless gown was now totally underneath me. Anyone looking at me from the rear would assume that I was naked. To make matters worse, Thandi pushed down on my shoulders making sure that I was fully impaled. "What was that Pet? I didn't hear you?" Thandi said in my ear. You mean me gasping, "Oh God,"? The bitch! She knew very well what had happened, but no way could I admit as much to my husband. "I said, thank you Miss Moore," I replied. "You're very welcome." Her hand, hidden from my husband's view traced the naked skin of my back, making sure I was aware of just how exposed I was. "If you don't mind," Thandi said, as she walked around to the other side of the table. "I think I will sit over here so that we can share your hunk of a husband." She sat down and then turned to my husband. "You don't mind being shared, do you?" "Uh . . . no . . ." Bill managed to force out. But, it was obvious that he was uncomfortable. He shifted over towards me. "Why are you running sweetie?" Thandi asked. "Are you afraid that someone will think you are with a black woman?" "No," Bill said. He didn't mean it. "If your wife doesn't mind," Thandi said, while stroking Bill's arm. "Then why should you?" "I don't," he said. I was glad when the waiter finally showed, and interrupted Thandi's interrogation of my husband. "Would you like to see our wine list Sir?" the waiter asked, as he handed the list to Bill. However, Thandi quickly took it from his grasp, scanned down the list, then ordered a bottle of Riesling. The waiter, now confused, looked to Bill for final authorization. "Did I not just order a bottle of wine?" Thandi asked. "Hey you. Look at me." The hapless waiter turned back to Thandi. "Did I not just order a bottle of wine?" "Yes ma'am." "Then why are you looking at him?" Thandi said. "Go fetch us a bottle of wine." "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am." The waiter gave one last glance at Bill, giving him the opportunity to take control of the situation. Bill just shrugged his shoulders; he was clearly not in charge, and not paying the bill. "Idiot," Thandi hissed at the retreating waiter. "Good help is so hard to find these days. That's why I'm so lucky to have your wife. Speaking of which, did you know she had received a promotion and a raise?" "Wow, that's great news honey!" Bill said. Thandi looked at me slyly. "Yes honey, why don't you tell him how you earned it." I could feel my face grow flush with warmth. Images of me down beneath the conference table, with hot pricks in my mouth, flooded my mind. How could I tell my husband about that? "You know Pet," Thandi prodded. "The outsourcing thing." With Thandi's reminder, I once again found my voice. "That's right. What we did, Bill, was to transfer our data facilities. . ." My husband looked at me with a quizzical expression, wondering what was wrong, why my voice had seized. Little did he know that underneath the table, Thandi's foot had wormed its way between my thighs. Amazon-dot-cum Ch. 10 "Do continue," Thandi said. Then to Bill: "You wife is so modest. Isn't she lovely." "Yes she is," Bill said. "Look," Thandi said. "See how she blushes." Her stocking covered toes stroked up and down my wet slit. She was molesting me in front of my oblivious husband. How could I not be blushing? Thank heavens the waiter showed up with our wine. Thandi ordered the rest of our meals. This time the waiter dared not contradict her. Even my husband sat in silence. "Your wife tells me that you are quite the sports fan," Thandi said to Bill after the waiter left. "How about those Boks this year?" "Hell yeah!" Bill said. He was in his element and began talking excitedly about the tri-nations. To me, Bills voice was some sort of droning sound, much like the background noise in the restaurant. Like everything else, he had become a great big blob of noise and shape. My consciousness, my very being was centered on Thandi's foot and my hungry cunt. At first she had been content to run her toes up and down my slit, even teasing my hole momentarily. But, now, as Bill droned on, she had taken to touching her toe against my clit and then withdrawing. Each time she touched it, the feeling was electric. But, for the few seconds she wasn't touching it, it was a void of sensation. I needed more! I looked over at Bill, ignoring me and blathering on about the Aussies. I slid lower in my seat, my cunt now rested on the edge of the chair. I spread my legs as wide as I dared. When Thandi glanced my way, I took a chance. 'Please' I mouthed. I dared not say it where Bill could hear. The corner of her mouth turned up in a wicked wry grin. She resumed molesting me with her foot, there in the restaurant, and with my husband right beside us. "It must be killing you to be here with us tonight instead of watching the game," Thandi said. "Well. . ." said Bill, after glancing in my direction. "I thought I saw a big-screen at the bar," Thandi said. "Why don't you go see what the score is?" Bill looked at me once more to make sure it was okay. "It's okay," I said, urging him to go. I could care less about the game; I just wanted to be alone with Thandi's foot. "Go ahead," said Thandi. "We'll send the waiter over when the food comes. As soon as Bill was ten steps from the table, Thandi said, "I want to see your tits." I looked around to make sure the coast was clear. It wasn't. We were surrounded on all sides by other patrons. I leaned forward so that Thandi could look down my top. "No lover," Thandi said. "I want to *see* them." "Please Thandi." She couldn't make me do this. My husband was there. "Do it." I slid the fabric of my top to the side, exposing my entire left breast to her. I heard the harsh sound of a fork clattering against a plate, and I risked a glance over. Dear Lord, my actions had been spotted. A man sat blushing; the woman with him looked at me angrily before returning to fussing at her date. Thandi watched me. Watched their reactions to my display. The corners of her lips turned up in a smug grin. Her eyes burned into my own. "Slide down and spread," she said. I slid down lower into the seat and opened my legs. Thandi explored around with her toes until she found the end of the plug in my bottom. She pushed it with her toes again and again. Fucking me there in a restaurant full of patrons. Fucking me when my husband could return at any moment. "You're whore," Thandi said, after teasing me relentlessly for ten minutes or more. "You love this don't you?" I dared not speech for fear of crying out in sexual need. I could only nod my head. "Here comes the waiter with our food," Thandi said. "Be sure to tell him he's cute. I also want you to show one of your hard little nipples to him." "I can't." The thought of doing so frightened me to the core. Yet, I also found the thought highly arousing. "Yes, you can." Thandi said, touching her foot to my sex and then withdrawing. "And you will if you want me to continue. "You dinner ladies," the waiter said, placing steaming dinner plates on the table. "May I get you anything else?" I gulped down the rest of my wine. It was now or never. "Perhaps you could pour me some more wine." And as he poured, I flashed him my breast. "You're cute," I giggled, feeling the heat rush to my face. He looked down at me, his eyes widened, but that was all. "Anything else?" he asked. "Yes," Thandi said. "Could you go find the gentleman who was here? I believe he's at the bar watching the game?" "Certainly." The waiter gave a last look at my now covered breasts before leaving. The moment he left, Thandi pulled her pocketbook to the table and rummaged through it. When I saw what she held, I felt my panic rising again. "What are you doing?" I asked in a hushed voice. Thandi glanced up at me briefly before returning to work unknotting the used condom from earlier that evening. "Special sauce," she said, and emptied its milky white contents on her food and quickly disguised it with her fork. Thandi looked me in the eye and smiled. She switched our plates keeping her eyes on mine the whole time. Oh God, I was going to be forced to eat another man's come, right there at the table with my husband looking on. I could feel the color rising to my cheeks. I should have been mortified, yet my pussy tingled with anticipation. Then Thandi did something totally unpredictable. She switched my plate with my husband's. "Thandi," I said. "You can't." She couldn't seriously expect Bill to eat that. "Then you take it." I mulled it over. I had eaten Bill's cum, but this was a strangers. What if he had some disease? But then wouldn't Bill give it back to me. It was too late. There was Bill and there was no way to switch them now, even if I wanted to. And then he sat down and began to eat. We were surely found out. But we weren't. He kept eating. "How's the food?" Thandi asked. "Great," Bill said, as he shoveled the food in his mouth. "I never get food like this." "You like the sauce?" "Sure," he muttered between mouthfuls. He turned in his seat to see if he could see the TV screen. Meanwhile, Thandi's foot continued working stealthily under the table. Touching and teasing my denuded sex, then moving down briefly to plunge the plug further into my ass. I was so close. So close. I knew I should stop. Close my legs. But I couldn't. Couldn't. And Bill, he ate the drivers come. And the waiter would come frequently, with his knowing smile, fill up our glasses and look down my blouse. I began top gently pump my hips in time with Thandi's administration. Up and down. Up and down. The sounds of the restaurant began to blend in with each other. So close. I could feel my muscles begin to tense. I was in my own world. A world of Thandi's foot, the plug in my ass, and my own very wet hungry sex. Then I heard Thandi say something. She said it again. She didn't. "What?" Bill said, turning his attention from the game. "I said," Thandi uttered each syllable distinctly. "You wife is my slave." "What?" Bill said again, but this time with his full attention. He looked over at me. What I sight I must have been. Sweat had risen to my forehead and chest. I was breathing hard. My lips trembled. My cunt ached. I needed it so bad I couldn't even form words with my mouth. "Are you stupid?" Thandi said to Bill. "Open your eyes. Look at your sexy wife. Look at that outfit. Those hard nipples on display. Her collar. That hot hungry white twat. Can't you smell it? I can. I own your wife now. I own that sexy white ass." Bill turned to me. "What in the hell is she talking about." "Bill-" I couldn't talk. Couldn't explain. "Look under the table," Thandi said. I couldn't close my legs for fear of losing contact with Thandi's foot. Couldn't, even as my husband looked under the table to see my wet aching sex eagerly trying to maintain contact with my boss's foot. "I called you the other day on the phone. You listened as your wife licked my cunt. She was my slave before that, but that was when she became a queer. My white queer slut." "You're crazy," Bill said to Thandi. Then to me: Ordering me: "Let's go. Right now." I sat defeated. Legs akimbo. Looking to Thandi's face for guidance. "Which is it slave," Thandi said. "Your husband." She pushed her digit into my sex. "Squeeze," she ordered. I did. "Or your mistress." Thandi undid her necklace and took off my wedding ring and put it on the table. Reaching into her purse, she removed a collar. There was a metal tag hanging from it. The word engraved on it was, "Slave." My pelvis pumped. I couldn't think of anything except my orgasm. "No." Thandi said, withdrawing her foot. "Please," I begged. "Decide." My legs trembled. Electricity ran from my spine to my toes. A ring or a collar? It should be an easy decision. Why hadn't I taken my ring back? This was so wrong. So perverted. Deviant. And yet. And yet, my body felt like it felt when I was in my twenties. I felt hot. I felt sexy. Needed. I wanted to make Thandi - my mistress happy. I wanted to fuck - really fuck. But poor Bill. My husband Bill. We had said vows. Till death do us part. My fingers reached for the ring . . . pushed it over to Bill - boring Bill. It could never be again. I would never be satisfied with that sort of life. Not after this. Not after Thandi. I picked up the collar. "I want you Mistress." "Good Pet," Thandi purred, her foot slipped between my thighs again and found its very wet and willing target. "That's my girl. That's my little queer pussy-girl." I pumped against her foot, heedless of my husband's presence. God, I was so close. "Who's Mistress's favorite little pussy licker?" she asked. "I am," I gasped. "Tell him" She brought a wet digit up from beneath from underneath the table and pointed at my husband. "I'm her favorite," I groaned. The debauchery of doing this, of submitting to this ultimate indignity was actually spurring me on. Fueling my desires. "I'm her favorite pussy-licker." "I want you to lick your plate," Thandi said breathily. "I want you to show -mmmm- oh fuck- show your husband how you lick my pussy." Thandi's hand was down in her lap. Her arm flexing as she frigged her sex. She was getting off on this. Getting off showing Bill just how far her ownership of me extended. I didn't even blink. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick. An animal. A pervert. A sex starved slave. And her foot, exploring me, fucking me, driving me out of my mind. My body bucked. Pleasure flowed down my spine and flooded my cunt. "Oh fuck. Oh yes! Oh yes!" I was oblivious to the patrons. I was oblivious to Bill. "Oh fuck yes - I'm coming! Fuck me! Oh please keep fucking me!" My only thought was my red hot cunt and riding the wave of the orgasm that was flooding my body. When I came to, Bill had left. The maitre'd loomed ominously over the table. He was livid. "Out. Out. This moment. Out." He repeated in his little voice that reminded me of Hitler. "Come Pet," Thandi said. Then her voice grew louder. "Obviously this place has a problem with people of color." Every eye that wasn't already on us, turned in our direction. I followed quietly behind Thandi, watching her muscular bottom swish from side to side in her tight skirt. Blushing from the stares I felt, I wondered if they could see juices that were flowing down my thighs. With the collar in my hand, I followed meekly behind, to my new life - my new adventure - with Mistress Moore. The End *********** If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. ************