Amazon dot cum Ch.9
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) 2004 Couture
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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.
"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.
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1/28/04 Hello Couture fans, it's been awhile since the last update. I guess I
haven't felt very creative lately. I'm forcing myself to finish up the loose
ends to two of my series before doing any more short stories. I don't know if
I'll have the will power to do so, but we will see. So here is Amazon-dot-cum
Ch.9 of 10. I hope it is worth the wait.
For those interested, I'll try to have the last and final Amazon ready in
February. Then I'm going to finish up the last chapter of Harriet Hotter.
