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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
***********
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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