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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.
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