Amazon dot cum Ch.6
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, denial, humiliation)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit
stories and situations.
(c) 2003 Couture
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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