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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."
********
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.
*******
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?"
***********
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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