Amazon dot cum Ch. 4
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, MF, domination, chastity)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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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. . .
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