Amazon dot cum Ch.8
by Couture
(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 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."
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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.
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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?"
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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?"
"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 . . .
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