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.

***********

"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.

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