Belle had a thing about black guys ... a recurring fantasy that she knew one day would either get her up to absolute no good, or absolute very good.
It was the kind of thought that came to her whenever she saw one of those gigantic bulges on the construction site workers near her house.
Oh, she was a good girl, Belle was ... she knew that she had to behave her lily white self, because that was the respectable thing to do.
So why, she kept asking herself as she passed the site that day, why could she not keep her hands out from under her own skirt!
And worse, there was one of those black guys at her door!
How did that happen.
She was sure she hadn't given off any signals.
Right!
Right?
God ... had she ... unexpectedly lured him into her apartment complex?
God, and if she did, was it then she was supposed to ... supposed to ... let him have her way?
Wasn't that the law of the jungle?
Or some kind of jungle law?
She was worried all right, but not enough to prevent the big guy from coming in.
Prevent?
She practically had to drag him in by his dick! But when he shoved one of his huge, shovel hands into her panties, she knew she was in for it! Big and black! Not that!
He was going to expose her naked thighs ...
And she was helpless, tied to the stake as she was ... helpless to prevent the good-looking black guy from pushing her skirt all the way up ...
She could feel the breeze on her legs now, and knew that she was going to be totally exposed ...
Up higher ... Above her thighs ... Above her pussy ...
And then, he reached for a cord and tied it around her waist, so that he could hold her skirt up there ...
And now, his hands slid down the front of her thighs.
"OHHHH...."
She couldn't help it.
It just felt so good, the way he let his fingers lightly stroke her body ... So good ...
So hot and so good ...
She didn't think she was going to be able to take much more of it ...
"Yes ... baby ... you like it, don't you ... you like my hands...."
"God...."
"What is it, baby ... what...."
"Please...."
She was nearly hysterical now. The combination of forced bondage and light stroking of his fingers was driving her crazy. She knew that he was going to make her come. She could just tell ...
There wasn't anything else she could think of ... there was nothing else she could get into her head, except that those awful, and great black fingers were working the shit out of her ...
"I'm going to feel your pussy now ... I'm going to feel it...."
"OHHHH...."
"Yes ... and you have such a gorgeous bush for a white girl ... those thick black curls feel so good in my fingers...."
It was true.
His fingers were rolling through her curls, and she was loving it ...
Loving the way he was touching her ... Getting closer and closer to that spot ... To her most private parts ... To her secret charms ... Her hot garden!
Now, he was spreading her open ... spreading her pussy completely open ...
"What ... ohhh ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ... WHAT ARE YOU
DOING ... GOD ... PLEASE ... NO ... OHHHH...."
She was practically delirious with the pleasure ... she was feeling it so deep, she thought she was really going to lose it ...
And still, he was taking his time, making sure that ever step of the way, he was taking her down that hot road ...
Now, he let one of his fingers gently stroke her between her legs..
Gently take her and stroke her and feel how it was on her fingers ...
And God he loved doing it to her ... Watching her face, her naked and exposed face as he ran his fingers up and down her crack ... Working her all up, making her go crazy with it ... It was just so good ... So hot and so good ... It was incredible ...
And still she was not able to help herself ... she felt her pussy starting to cream up all over again, and spill drops of her love dew onto his fingers.
"You're so wet," he said to her ...
"OHhhh...."
"Come on, baby ... you know you want me to give you two full fingers right up your pussy, don't you ... come on ... don't you...."
"OHHHHH ... PLEASE...."
"Ask me nice ... come on, ask me nice...."
"Please ... touch me ... touch me...."
"Where...."
"In my ... in my ... God...."
"You have to tell me where...."
"In my pussy...."
He was right In front of her face, looking deep into her eyes ...
"Come on ... beg me ... beg me for it ... beg me ... you know you want it ... beg me for it ... come tin...."
"IN MY PUSSY ... TOUCH ME IN MY PUSSY ... USE YOUR FINGERS ... JESUS ... USE
THEM...."
He smiled, knowing thar she was as turning ... that her resistance was being broken down ... and that she was begging him for it.
It was so good ...
So hot and so good ...
He couldn't believe his luck in choosing this babe ...
This was the kind that you got once in a year, maybe ... the kind that didn't need much prodding ... that didn't need much to let her know what was expected of her and what she had to do ...
He just knew from the way she'd sashayed past his work site she wanted it.
A good white trash tramp ...
The kind you could jerk off over in prison for life!
But he was getting it now ...
Getting it nice and hot.
Oh yea, this babe was the kind that loved doing it ...
Loved pleasing black dudes like him ... That was what it was all about ... What everything was all about ... And now ...
Now, she was really starting to get hot ...
As he held her pussy wide open and shoved not one, not two, but three full fingers deep inside of her ...
"OHHHHHH...."
"Yeah, baby ... take it ... take it deep...."
"GOD, WHAT ARE YOU ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME ... WHAT...."
"OHHH ... JESUS ... JESUS CHRIST IN HEAVEN, DON'T ... PLEASE ... YOU'RE
DRIVING ME CRAZY...."
And now he was moving his fingers around inside her hot juicy pussy, all in different directions, making sure that she could feel it ... making sure that she was going out of her mind ...
That's what he wanted ...
To drive her totally crazy ...
To make her wild!
And now she was spreading her legs, and giving him the perfect view of her gorgeous thighs ... those thighs that she guarded so assiduously from all the boys and the college students who tried to get into her panties ...
Now, the one day she felt like going without them, she was being raped ... tied and raped ... and driven to a fever pitch by all that was going down ...
And she couldn't believe herself ...
She couldn't believe that he had her begging for more ...
What was she going to do ... what could she do? She didn't think she was going to be able to take much more ...
She just didn't ...
But still she continued ... Still she continued taking it ... As deep as she could ... As hot and as deep as she could take it ... Until she knew she was going to come ... Damn, but he was going to make her shoot her load ...
He was going to make her come ... All over ...
And there was nothing she could do about it ... Nothing at all ...
"OHHHH ... GOD ... WHAT ... WHAT ARE YOU ... WHAT...."
But she knew all too well what he was doing to her ... She knew and she loved it ... loved it and wanted more ...
Wanted so much more ...
Wanted to come for him ...
Wanted to reward him with her come ... with her warm, sticky cum clinging to her fingers ...
"YES ... OOOHHH ... YES ... YES ... THAT'S RIGHT ... YES ... GIVEITTO ME ... GIVE ME ALL OF IT ... OOHHH ... GOD ... YES ... rM COMING ... I'M COMING...."
And she was ...
Spending all over him ...
Spending so much that it ran out of her pussy, even as jammed-up as she was, and down the side of her naked inner thighs ... all the way past her knees ...
That's how much she came ...
And when he finally took his fingers out, her head just hung down, humbly on her chest.
She'd never been jerked off like that before.
Never.
And now, she was before him, naked and with much despair, not really knowing ... not really knowing what to expect next.
For all she knew, they were never going to let her go ...
She'd be there prisoner until they finished with her, and then she'd die ... Just like that ... Simply die ...
She couldn't bear the thought.
She was so young, and so alive ...
She didn't want to die.
Not now ...
Not like this.
"What's your name...."
She looked up.
He was standing in front of her, with his fists on his hips.
God, but she couldn't help but think to herself just how good-looking he really was.
With those broad shoulders, and that good-looking black face.
"Belle," she said, softly.
"Belle ... that's a nice name...."Thank you." The politeness only underscored the absurdity. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next. But she was waiting ... And she was ready ...
"I'm going to do everything to you that you ever dreamed of ... and probably things you never did...."
"Ohh ... why ... why me...."
"Because," he said, smiling, "You're the best looking chick out there tonight. Didn't your mama ever tell you not to be out alone in this type of neighborhood?"
He smiled.
She looked at him.
It was too strange, too bizarre for her.
"I ... please ... let me go...."
"If you behave yourself, and do anything and everything that we tell you ... we'll probably set you free...."
Probably.
That word.
That single word that lingered there. She couldn't believe the way it was driving her crazy. If only ...
If only she didn't have to go through this ... If only ...
It wasn't really fair ...
It wasn't ...
But she figured there was nothing more she could do.
She was trapped and that's all there was to it.
Now, though, she was looking for some sort of way to placate him.
"What's your name," she asked back.
"George. I'm George. That's my real name, mama ... and I don't mind tellin' you because if I do let you go it's 'cause I trust you...."
She didn't understand what he was talking about.
She didn't know that she was to be kept prisoner until she was so well turned she would be begging for more ...
And who would go to the police under those kinds of circumstances.
So she stayed tied and waited ...
Waited for what she knew was going to be the evening of her life.
He put his hands on her face again.
She liked that.
Even as she stayed tied up, with her shirt pushed around her shoulders and her skirt tied to her waist.
She was still very wet between her legs, and wondered if she were going to be kept wet the whole night.
From somewhere deep inside she wished the answer to that was yes.
She just couldn't deal with it too well yet, was all.
But she was working on it.
She was really trying.
Which didn't prevent her from letting out that gasp when she realized he was starting to unbutton his own shirt!
Slowly, one button at a time he undid himself, until finally, he was completely free of it, pulling it out of his pants and pulling it over his arms.
What a chest!
She had to admit, it was really something ...
Now, she looked at his body ...
At the rippling chocolate muscles.
He was really put together like a dream ...
And she hoped that he would ...
He was!
Just what she wanted!
And her stare gave her away.
She was staring at his crotch, hoping he was going to undo it and take off his pants ...
He was smiling as he slowly undid his belt buckle, letting his clothes fall away ...
He liked that ...
liked it a lot ...
And then, when his jeans fell to the floor, she breathed in again, sharply. No underwear!
He wasn't wearing any underwear!
She couldn't believe this!
It was just all too much for her.
How hot ...
How unspeakably hot that was!
And then she saw for the first time, George's big Johnson!
And what a Johnson it was!
It had to be at least ten inches long, and easily the biggest one she'd ever seen ...
She marveled at the way it stood stiffly at attention, over his big balls ...
"Ohhh...."
She couldn't help it.
She had to sigh appreciatively at his manhood.
And when he took it in his hand ... and held it ... she thought she was going to come again, right then and right there.
"Yes ... ohhh ... yes ... you're so pretty...."
She couldn't believe that she was actually saying that.
Pretty?
She was calling his penis pretty? She loved the way he was holding it, through, in his fist.
That was very sexy.
She'd never seen a man do that before ... a man or a boy ...
And it made her mouth water.
But then, when he started coming to her, she realized that he wasn't going to be holding himself forever.
He had something else on his mind, all right ... Something she wasn't sure that she wanted to participate in ...
As if she had any choice.
He was on her pussy again, attracted to it like a bee to a rose bush ...
And fondling her sensitive lips, trying her best to let him inside.
She was actually a little sore from all that he'd shoved in her before ...
But she winced only until she started to get juiced up ... and somehow the pain gave way to the most delicious pleasure ...
"I'm going to fuck you, Belle," he said, hotly, in her ear...."I'm going to fuck you ... so good ... so hard ... so hot and hard...."
"Ohh ... Jesus ... please ... please...." She wasn't sure if she was begging him to do it or begging him not to. It was hard to tell.
Now, though, she was starting to feel the head of that enormous prick wiping her pussy, up and down, from the top to the bottom ... And reality finally hit home. She was being fucked ...
She was going to take black cock up her clean white pussy ...
She was going to be made to take his seed ... She couldn't really believe it ...
She wished it wasn't this way ... She wished somehow that she could get out of there ...
At the same time loving every second of it!
Now, with one hard thrust, he was inside of her ... at least five inches all the way up ...
He was in her and loving the way she was moving her hips against him.
He looked down in front of him, seeing his black cock getting so deliriously coated with white cunt juice ... foaming up and going all over him ...
She was really loving it, and knew that he was going to go even deeper now ...
Even though this was as deep as any white cock had ever gone inside of her ...
"OH GOD ... THAT'S SO GOOD...."
She was a hot bitch all right.
George was amazed at her capacity to adapt.
She was almost begging for it now ... and that was driving him really crazy..
And made him fuck her that much harder ...
In and out ... in and out ... over and over, he continued to drive himself deep inside her pussy ...
Now, he put his black hands on that lilywhite ass of hers and squeezed her close to him, pressing her body hard into his.
The force of his pulling was so hard that it made her hands stretch even tighter behind her ... so tight that she thought she was going to lose herself totally ...
"Fuck me ... ohhhh ... fuck me ... please ... fuck me ...
"Yeah, baby ... you love it ... you really love it...." It was true ...
No matter how she might have been trying to deny, or to somehow ameliorate all that she felt, she knew that she loved his dick ...
Was a slave to his dick ...
Would die for his dick ...
And now, she tried to stretch her thighs as wide as possible ...
As wide and as far as possible ...
Until she thought she was going to go crazy ... Crazy from the fucking she was getting ...
And she was trying to take it like a good little girl ...
To please her new master ...
"Yes ... so good ... fuck me ... fuck me ... so good...."
And he kept it up ... kept on fucking her ... kept on fucking her for all she was worth ...
Now, as she felt herself about to pass down another dose of her juices ... she couldn't believe that he was still fucking her ...
That he was still doing the number on her ...
God, but he was good ...
He was so stiff and hard, and kept on working her ...
To within an inch of her sanity.
"Jesus ... so good ... so good ... please ... oohhh ... so good ... yes ... yes ... oohhhh ... fuck me ... fuck me please...."
And then, she felt his grip tighten on her ass, and his mouth lowering to take one of her nipples in ...
She was getting it standing up, and she didn't seem to mind ... Not at all ...
No indeed ... she seemed in fact to love it ... To love it quite a lot ...
And she knew that the more she moaned and sighed for him, the more she was going to get it.
Until, he started quickening his pace and she knew that it wasn't going to be much longer ...
"No ... oohhh ... no ... no ... don't ... come ... in ... me...."
But her pleadings were to no avail.
She knew he was going to coat her insides with his sperm.
She knew she would soon be feeling the hot shot of his cock working it's way up inside of her ...
And there was nothing she'd be able to do about it ...
And then, with a final burst of manic frenzy, he started to shoot his load up her ... deep up her pussy ... until she thought she was really going to lose it ...
Right then and right there ...
Oh, God, he was giving her black sperm right up her womb ...
And she was taking it ...
Taking it ...
With no choice ...
A black man's come ...
He held her a long time, until he let her nipple slip out of his mouth, and his cock out of her well-stretched pussy.
So good.
So hot and good.
Now, finally, she was ready ...
She was ready for a rest.
She hoped that she'd be untied now, that her hands would be let loose, like the rest of her. But that wasn't the party plan. Not by a long shot.
This was going to be a night she would never forget.
And now, they were prepping her for the next stage.
They, meaning that George wasn't alone anymore with her.
He was joined. By Honey.
She wasn't sure how this had happened. Had he let her in when he came in?
Or while she was swooning?
Whichever way it was, this was some kind of a plot, and he was part of it!
And so was this other babe.
What did he call her?
Who had the kind of look on her face that spelled nothing but trouble.
A black woman, Belle thought. A black woman animal.
God, what were they going to do to her now? When was she ever going to learn to listen to her dear dead mother's best advice.
Never talk to strangers!
Especially black ones with big dicks and bad girl friends!
CHAPTER TWO
She knew that if she thought about it, it was all very crazy.
But that was part of the joy of it, Belle knew.
For now, somehow, she'd gotten Honey was just drooling at the prospect of getting into Belle's panties first and pussy second.
Really getting into her.
Now, as she looked at her prey, she fell to her knees.
"OH!"
That startled Belle. She wasn't expecting it at all.
Now, as she watched, she realized that Honey wanted that skirt off of her.
"I'm going to strip you," Honey said, with a sound in her voice that could only be described as terrifying, to Belle.
Now, with hot fingers, she undid the string that was holding up the skirt, and soon she was working it down Belle's thighs and legs, against the protests of her prey.
"No ... please ... don't ... don't do that ... please...."
And then, finally, she was naked from the waist down ... completely denuded, in fact, except for her shirt, which was pinned behind her shoulders, as her hands were behind the pole.
Now, as she looked down, she saw Honey take each of her legs and stretch them as wide as she could get them ...
Which meant that each one was going to be cuffed and then shackled to the ground.
like so!
"NO...."
Belle was trying her best not to panic, but the fact that her legs were being pinned wide apart really gave her a start.
This Honey was on fire, and as George watched, from a seat at the side, Belle realized that she was going to be worked over by another woman ... ravished lesbian style ...
And she'd never so much as even thought about having sex with another woman ...
Yet here she was, getting tied up and stripped down by one ...
By one very hot lady.
Honey was wearing only a pair of hot stockings, black, with seams, and high heels, and that outfit really made her look like a first class hooker ...
A first class black hooker.
Now, with her work completed on Belle's feet, she looked up from her, kneeling position to the woman.
"Yes...." she said to her.
"Ohhh ... please...."
"Yes...."
Now, she took one outstretched hand of fingers and rubbed it slowly up and down Belle's still dripping pussy.
"Ohhh ... please ... ohhh...."
Honey smiled as she looked up at Belle, who was turning her head from side to side ...
"Yes ... that's right ... you love it ... you love it so much, baby...."
Honey was right and Belle knew it ... she did love it ...
She loved it a lot ... And wanted more ... More of it, if she could get it ...
And now, Honey reached behind her, and inside her stockings, where she'd been hiding the feather!
The strong, stiff feather that she had kept in her leg, hidden.
Now, she held the feather up so that Belle could see it, running her fingers up and down the stiff fronds.
"I'm going to work you over with this," she said, slowly, letting the words linger on her mouth. Belle swallowed hard.
What was she going to do with that feather?
She wasn't sure, but when she felt her pussy being spread open, she knew that she was in some kind of serious trouble ...
"No ... please ... no...."
"Yes ... oh yes...."
She took the feather in one hand, and using two fingers of the other, spread open the lips of Belle's cunny ... spread it open until it was really wide ...
For some crazy reason this really made Belle blush ... even though everything she thought could possibly have been done to her by George had already happened ...
Still, it was her private parts, and she knew that George's eyes were glued to them, and that really got to her.
"Jesus...."
She was mumbling softly, not able to do anything but stand well spread, as was the intention of the very hot Honey ...
Honey, who now looked up at Belle with a slick grin on her face, and took the feather and began to work on her pussy.
"NO ... NOT THAT ... NOT THERE...."
Now, Belle's pussy began to move like it had electrodes attached to it!
She was being made to hump and throw her hips around as if she were going out of her mind!
And she was ...
With that feather ...
That awful, punishing feather doing it's thing on her ...
Really working her into a frenzy ...
She was scraping the rough edge of the feather, against the grain, up against the inner lips of Belle's pussy ...
It was so good ... so hot and so good ...
And she didn't know how much she was going to be able to take it ...
"OHHH ... PLEASE ... PLEASE ... NO ... NO MORE ... PLEASE...."
But her pleas fell on deaf ears, as Honey continued to work on her, relentlessly ... working on her with everything she had ...
And it was driving her crazy ...
Really ...
She didn't know how much more of this she was really going to be able to take ...
Because each time the thing moved inside of her ... each time it worked it's magic, she thought she was going to die ...
It was so sensitive down there now, and her clitty, her little button clitty was standing rigidly at attention ... begging for it ... begging for some relief ...
She didn't care anymore that it was a woman ... she didn't care that she was tied up and being ravished by another woman at all ... all she wanted was that relief ... that much-needed relief ...
She could see, out of the corner of her eye, that George was hard again ... really hard from the sight of this torture ...
And she wished that cock were inside of her now ...
She could really use it ... But no ...
All that was happening was the inner lips of her pussy getting the rasping of their life! "Deeper ... shit ... do it ... deeper...." She was begging ...
She would have kissed Honey's feet ... or Honey's ass-hole, if asked ... And Honey ...
With that wicked smile on her face ... She knew that it was almost time ... Almost time to move the woman into the next phase ...
And so, keeping Belle's pussy wide open, she started to slowly shove the feather deep into her got, glistening pussy...."OHHHHHH...."
Belle started to weep, openly, groaning loudly ... really loving the way it was going in, needed the relief that she was finally getting ... she humped her hips as if she too were a hooker ...
Wanting to please Honey ... to thank her for all that she was now doing to her ...
She loved that feather going up her snatch ... she just loved it and couldn't get enough of it ... hoping ... wishing ... praying that she wouldn't stop doing it until she got off ...
She just loved this ...
And so did Honey ... who was working the feather expertly up the hot pussy in front of her ... working it up and pushing and pulling, driving Belle deeper into her tear-streaked state of agitation ...
"I'M GOING TO COME...." Belle screamed, and that only made Honey push the feather in deeper ...
She wanted to feel it ...
She wanted to feel it as deep as she could ... and as rough as she could ...
Because each time she felt it going up, it was being twirled ...
And now, Honey stood up ...
Slowly ...
Keeping her hand working that feather for all she was worth ...
"Yes ... baby ... yes...."
"Oh ... God ... what you're doing to me ... God...." She was really feeling it so good now ... so good ... she thought she was going to lose it ... and then, she was trying to keep her head from going from side to side ... but not having a very good time of it ...
"Tell me," Honey said, as she began to jerk the feather out of Belle's cunt ... 'Tell me...."
TM COMING ... I'M COMING ... JESUS I CAN'T BELIEVE ... I'M COMING FOR YOU...."
"Give me every drop, baby ... every drop...."
So Honey kept it up until she was sure that Belle was drained, and then, smiling, she slowly pulled the feather right out of the girl.
And went back down on her knees to use her tongue to lick out the excess juices that were there.
"Ohhh ... God ... no ... no ... nooooo...."
Belle wasn't ready for this.
Now the room grew completely silent, except for the lap lap lap of Honey's tongue on Belle's hot, blistering pussy.
It was so good to feel it working inside of her, working in and sucking on it ...
And she knew that the way Belle's hips were moving, back and forth, that it wasn't going to be long before the woman was going to spend again.
Thus, she continued, with everything she had, to suck on her pussy ...
Deep ...
Pushing her tongue in as far as she could get it ...
As far in and then slowly taken out ...
Over and over and over, every once in while using her tongue to lick all over the hot button of Belle's clit ...
Belle ...
Who'd never been touched by a woman before ... Belle ...
Who was really on fire ... loving what was being done to her.
She was really spread wide, and her pussy was so irritated ...
Until now, Honey was getting up again.
"Did you like that," she asked, huskily, until Belle had to answer.
"Yes," she said, averting her eyes.
And then, finally, she was licking at her lips.
She knew what she had to do.
She knew that there was nothing she was going to be able to do about it ...
Except take it ...
Take it as much as she could ...
Even when Honey slowly brought the feather up to her mouth.
"Open wide, darling," the black woman said, and Belle did as she was told.
Now, she could feel that feather going inside her mouth.
She'd never tasted pussy before ...
Never tasted it, and loved the way it felt and the wondrous aroma.
It didn't take long ... and didn't take any prompting by Belle.
She really got into sucking the thing ... and pleasing her new captor.
But still it wasn't over.
Now, while she was forced to keep the feather in her mouth ... forced to keep it there while she was being slowly rotated ... there was enough slack in the foot chains and in her bonds to allow her to he turned in this manner ... she saw another feather somehow materialize in Honey's hands.
Now what, she wondered ...
Now what was going to happen ...
She didn't have to wait long to find out.
She could feel the feather starting to creep up her ass ...
And she knew that it was going to be buried inside of her!
Oh, how she wanted it not to be this way ... how she wished that she were anywhere but here ...
Now her ass ...
Her lovely, private ass, was going to be abused ...
By this tight, hot black lesbian.
She held her breath as she felt her ass cheeks being pried apart, as Honey concentrated with all the skills of a practicing surgeon ...
She continued to have it work on her, until, as she was forced to gasp for breath, she could feel it being worked up her ass!
Right up her tight, hot and sweaty ass-hole! It was driving her crazy ... Just crazy ...
And she didn't think she was going to be able to hold it there ...
But she knew she had to.
She knew that was part of the deal ... that she'd have to hold it inside of her ... And that was fine with her ... Just fine ...
Because if she had to undergo a little discomfort to please her captors, she was ready ...
Which was why it was so funny ... she didn't realize that the feather up her ass, and the one in her mouth was going to feel so good!
Now, there was just one place left that didn't have one.
And yet another feather was produced, to take care of that little oversight.
"Just relax, darling, and soon your feathering will be deliciously complete...."
With that, Honey managed to work another stiff feather right up Belle's snatch!
When she was finally finished, and not before a real hot run of hip-swishing and muffled groans, the final blue feather was worked all the way up and into Belle's hot pussy. It was incredible.
Honey took a step back to look things over.
She had completely feathered Honey ... ass, pussy and mouth ... and now the girl was forced to stand there, nude and tied, with the feathers coming out of her orifices.
"Yes...." Honey said, soothingly as she looked over her handiwork ... lovely ... lovely indeed...."
Now, George got off his seat.
He was really hot now, and loved the way that Honey had done her work.
He took a cushion and sat it right down in front of Belle, who was still holding the pussy drenched feather in her mouth, watching as George sat down on his haunches.
No sooner was he down there that Honey got on her knees in front of him, and began to service his cock ...
"Mmmmmm...." Honey said as she put her hands right on his hot, molten shaft.
Belle was watching ... she was really being forced to watch, but she had to admit that the scene was getting to her ...
Really getting to her ...
She loved the way Honey was moving her hands slowly up and down George's gigantic shaft ... and only wished that it was her hands doing all the work ...
That it was her mouth that was now going down on that gorgeous cock ... that it was her own pussy that was going to sit right down on it.
She watched, in heat and fascination as Honey turned from the aggressive, lesbian torturer, to the submissive, loving slave babe of George, who watched her with obvious approval as she worked on him ...
She used her hands to move the skin of his cock all the way up, so that it covered the head ... covered it and all but buried it ... and held it like that until she began to strip it back, to strip it back and smooth it out ...
And he was loving it ...
Loving the effect it was having on her ...
She loved how she was being forced to watch this ...
As now Honey opened her mouth and let the tongue come out, and lick the head of that cock ... lick it for all it was worth ... lick it and lav it with juices ...
"Yes ... oohhh your cock tastes so good ... so hot and good...."
She was making a meal out of it now as she slid it into her mouth ... slid it deep down her throat, all the way to the base, until it was time to pull it out ...
Belle watched in disbelief ...
She couldn't believe that this woman could get that much of his cock inside of her ...
How ... she wondered ... how did she do it ...
But tied up as she was, she knew there was no way that she could get free ... there was no way that her watering mouth could be satisfied ...
Now, she was forced to just watch ...
To watch as Honey now took the cock in her mouth and let it slide out, all wet and hot, before being pushed back in again ...
Over and over this went on, until Belle thought she was going to come again, just from watching.
Now, Honey took George's balls in her hand and squeezed them ... hard ... harder than Belle imagined it was possible to do ...
And then, she was working on him again ... working on him and making him moan ...
"Ohhh ... suck that thing ... suck it ... suck it good, baby...."
"Mmmmmfff...."
"Squeeze my balls...."
"Mmmmmfff...."
"I'm going to come in your mouth ... I'm going to come in your mouth ... and you're ... going to swallow it ... swallow it...."
"Mmmmmmffff...."
She was going wild, as she continued to lick and suck at it ...
"That's right ... take it deep ... deeper...."
And then, he knew that he was going to come ... he could feel himself starting to let loose ...
He was going to shoot ...
He was going to shoot his load ...
And it only made Honey suck him that much harder ...
She had him in her mouth and she was working on him ...
Working on him for all she was worth ... Trying with everything she had to take him deep ...
"OHHHH ... OOOHHH ... OOOOHHHH...."
She was starting to feel his cock pulsing, and knew that it wasn't going to be long before he came ... in her mouth ...
And then he erupted ...
He erupted and his pale gray semen was pumping into her ...
Pumping deep into her ... And she was loving it ...
Scoffing it up, eating it out, and really doing a number on him ...
Until finally, she thought she was going to gag ... And just go crazy with it ... She loved the taste of cum ... Just loved it ...
And could think of nothing better than to have it deep in her throat, spilling out of her mouth ... and driving him crazy ...
She was working herself into a lather as well, with her ringers in her own pussy, until finally she took her hands away and slowly got up.
It was obvious she hadn't swallowed yet ... that her cheeks were still puffed out with the stuff ...
And when Belle saw her coming over, she got the uneasy feeling that she knew what for.
She stared at Honey, who looked deep into her eyes.
Yes ...
It was going to happen just as she feared ... She was going to be made to swallow the stuff, from George's cock, to Belle's mouth ... to her own! God ...
She thought she was going to go crazy now ... Just crazy from it ...
She tried to turn her head but it was no use ...
She couldn't get away from it ...
She was going to get it in her mouth.
Honey put her hands on either side of Honey's clean white face and held it firmly while she forced the stuff into her mouth ...
And Belle thought she was going to go crazy!
It was still warm and sweet ... like a fine pudding, and she was licking and sucking it down her own throat ...
It was so good ...
She was swooning now from what they'd done to her ...
And didn't think she was going to be able to handle much more ...
Finally, mercifully, she was fainting out. Just fainting dead out ...
And when she came to, she found herself in a different part of the Bad Boys hangout, with her hands above her head, tied together, her body stripped completely naked, and her legs once more shackled to the floor.
"She's awake...."
She turned her head to see Honey, standing there, with a smirk on her face. And a whip in her hand.
No, Belle thought, please ... not that ... not a whip ... don't let me feel that thing on my ass ... please ...
But it was like reading an open book.
"I'm going to whip you darling," she said, as George, in a new seat, with his arms crossed and his cock as hard as ever, made himself comfortable for the show.
He was going to watch all the action.
He was going to watch it take place ...
Watch it and love it ...
Love the way Belle was going to get the special treatment he saved for only his most favored captives.
He nodded.
Let the show begin ... and damn if it wasn't a damn site better than building buildings!
George smiled, wide and hot. This was some kind of shit!
CHAPTER THREE
"NOW this is more like it," George said. He turned to Belle.
"You're going to eat out my hot little black girlfriend...."
Belle's eyes widened.
She couldn't believe it.
She was actually going to have to go down on his friend, in front of them all.
She was led off the chair, by George and brought over to the same cushion where Honey was eagerly waiting, her pussy hot and ready!
She could clearly see Belle's dripping pussy ... dripping from where she'd just been worked over by Honey ...
Now, she looked behind her and saw George, who shook his head yes, slowly, up and down.
And then she went to work.
She placed her hands on her friend's naked thighs.
She couldn't believe her luck.
This was something she really wanted to do.
Something she was really going to enjoy.
She was friends with Belle for a long time ... and wanted very much to be able to get her tongue up this babe's snatch!
Maybe ...
Maybe that's why she chose to bring Belle here in the first place.
After all there were a lot of women who would have been ideal for this situation.
And without any trouble at all.
Still, she chose her best friend.
It had to be ...
It just had to be because she wanted to have her ...
She wanted to have her in front of her, spread apart and open ...
She was really loving it now ... loving being between Belle's legs ...
She was going to make a meal out of her friend ... She was going to eat her until she came ... and then some ...
Now, her lips were brushing Belle's pussy...."Mmmmmfff...."
Belle was sighing, right through the gag ...
"Yes ... baby ... you taste so good ... I love licking your lips ... I really love it...."
And now, she was scoffing it up ... really working hard on it ...
Working it hard and letting her mouth go down to the bottom ...
From the top to the bottom ... and back again.
She continued to lap at it, until the rosy pink lips opened of their own volition ...
And then she began again ...
To lick at it ...
Only this time she jabbed her tongue far up the hot glistening box ...
Far up, until she was able to lick and suck at it for all she was worth ...
"MMMMFFFFFFF...."
She was reallly into it now, moving her head back and forth, loving the way she was making her girlfriend juice up.
"That's right, suck her," George said, as he slowly started to take off his clothes.
He was on fire now, and knew that he was going to finish all of this with a great flourish ...
"Eat her good ... like I did ... when she comes she had a terrific taste...."
It was Honey, leaning behind Belle, putting her hands on her shoulders and helping her eat ...
So good ...
It was so good ...
She was loving it ...
Just loving it ...
And now, she spread open her own lips, and jammed her tongue far up into the hot, heaving cunt of her girlfriend, and with all the skills of an expert, sucking on it and lapping at it ...
"MMMMMMFFFFF...."
She was going nuts ...
Sucking on it ...
Eating it ...
Lapping it ...
All the while, as she felt Belle's hips starting to move ...
And now, she could feel Honey's hands exploring her ... taking her down, feeling her up ... She was going crazy with it ... Really crazy ... More ...
She wanted still more ...
And she was going to get it.
She took one of her fingers and slid it far up her pussy ... all the way up, and held it there until Belle went off ...
And that's exactly what she did...."MMMMFFFFF...."
She was humping that finger like it was a cock ... Humping it and spending all over it, passing her secret love juices down into it ... It was really making her wild...."MMMMMFFFF...."
And then, finally, Belle could taste it in her mouth ...
In her lovely, eager, hungry mouth ... Her girl-friend's come juice. At last.
She looked at Belle, who was really confused now ...
Trying to speak through the gag in her mouth. "MMMMMFFFF...."
Belle stroked the side of her face, making her feel all warm and good as she did so ...
"There, there, not so bad, right? It's not so bad ... you like me looking at your pussy...."
Before Belle had a chance even to moan and groan about it, George was coming up.
With nothing on but his smile!
And his cock was so hard, no one in the room could believe it!
He was holding it in his fist, and looked like he was ready for some action.
Belle smiled.
She leaned into her girlfriend and lightly played with the hair on her head as she stroked the side of her face.
"He's going to do such nice things to you...."-"MMMMMMFFF...."
"Yes, he is ... he's going to work your pussy so good ... you'll see ... so hot and so good ... you'll see, you'll love it...."
Belle was struggling for all she was worth, trying to get out of the bonds that were holding her.
She was petrified at the situation, and furious with Belle.
How could she do this? How could she be so awful?
It wasn't fair ... It wasn't right ...
Her private charms being raped this way ... But, she knew, there was really nothing she could do about it ... Nothing at all ... She was trapped ... And being used ...
And now, as she let herself take a look at George, the black stud with the huge cock, she felt a warm wave coursing through her body.
She hated to admit it ... she really hated to admit it, but ...
She was turned on by the sight of his hammer. And she knew that he was going to use it on her ... That he was really going to let her have it ...
She was on fire! Really!
And didn't understand why ... Was she really looking forward to getting fucked while being tied up?
It was too much to bear ... Just too much ... And now. Now ...
She was tied helplessly in front of him, her pussy well spread apart.
She nearly ripped the bonds off her wrist when she felt his fingers going right to her naked and dripping pussy.
"So hot, mama," he said to her, as he stroked her body lightly.
"MMMMFFF...."
Now, he reached up and undid her gag. He wanted to see her mouth ... he wanted to see it and to feel it ... to make it really hot for him ...
"OHHHH ... PLEASE ... DON'T ... DON'T...."
"If you keep on complaining I'm going to gag you again ... do you understand?"
"Ohhh...."
He put his hands behind her bare ass and gave her a hard slap on her cheeks...."I asked you a question...."
"OHHHHH...."
"All right, I'll have to gag you...."
"NO...."
"Then answer my question, bitch...."
"Yes ... Yes ... I understand...."
"Good...."
Now, George took his cock in his hand and began to stoke the head up and down Belle's gorgeous blonde-haired slit ...
Belle was watching, with her eyes wide open ... loving the way her girl-friend was being worked over.
She wanted to see her fucked so badly she could taste it ...
Yes ...
Do it ...
Do it to her..
Now, she saw Belle s face moving from side to side...."OHHHHH...."
"You like it, don't you...."
"OHHHH...."
"Don't you...."
"Yes ... yes ... God ... yes...." George smiled ...
Another one not able to withstand the magic of his big prick.
He used the fingers of one hand to gently pry open her pussy lips ... loving the way the gave in to him ... squish ... squish ...
And then he took his cock and he began to shove it in to her ... Slowly ...
Ever so agonizingly slowly ...
Until he could hear her strong, soft moans ...
Belle was going crazy with it, he knew ...
And she would never be able to withstand taking it up her ass ...
For that was where he was going ...
First, though, he was going to continue to give her some good hard cock ...
The regular way ...
Splitting her open ...
Deep ...
Deep and strong ...
Until she wouldn't be able to take much more ...
"OHHHH...."
"Yeah, baby ... yeah...."
"Please ... I can't...."
"Yes. you can...."
"OHHHH...."
"Take it baby ... take it all the way...."
She was going crazy with it now ...
Not able to control herself ...
Not able to take much more ...
She was losing it, she knew ...
She was losing it and that was the worst part ...
The worst and the best ...
Ohhhh, to have him like this ...
Doing things to her ...
She just couldn't believe it ... And yet ...
Yet, there was so much more, she knew ...
Her face was flushed with the heat of knowing that she was being exposed like this.
And, if she hated to admit it that would be understandable, but the truth was, this boy could fuck!
Fuck like nobody's business ...
And that was wonderful to her ...
Wonderful and delicious ...
"More...."
She couldn't believe it was her own voice she was hearing ... But it was ...
So loud and hot and thick with lust...."More ... give me more ... please...."
"Yeah, baby ... more ... you want more ... don't you...."
"Yes...."
"What am I doing to you?"
"Uhh ... fucking you ... I'm fucking you...."
"Yeah, baby...."
"Please ... please...."
"I know ... and I'm going to ... I'm going to come ... in you...."
"Yes...."
And with that, he began to pound her, very hard, and very deep ...
Deeper than he ever had before ...
Until he was wedged inside of her and she was unable to squirm very much ... That's how tight he'd done her! "You love it, don't you...."
"Yes...."
"I'm going to come...."
"Ohhhh...."
"That's right, baby ... deep in you...."
"Nooo...."
Her pleas were meaningless now as she realized she was going to have to take it ... Take it all the way ... Deep ...
Deeper than ever before.... And the more he came the more she knew she was going to come with him.... If only....
If only they could come together ... How wonderful that would be ... How truly wonderful! "I'm going to...."
Her words were choked now with emotion ...
It was going to happen!
It was really going to happen ...
She kicked back even stronger and harder, and now ...
Now he was shooting in her and she was answering ... With her pussy ...
With her pussy deep and hot! So good ...
So hot and so good ...
Yes ...
Yes ...
"OOHHHHH...."
The boy couldn't believe how hot this chick was. Good ...
He liked that ... He liked it a lot ...
And that just showed how good he really was.
When he finished her, he pulled out slowly ...
His cock was glistening.
"God...." she said, with a hot choke to her voice.
"You like my prick, don't you...."
"I love your prick."
"Kiss it...."
She didn't hesitate, not even for a second, to get her mouth on it ...
And when she did, she gave it the kind of love and kisses that a truly devoted woman gives to a man.
She was on fire now! On fire and loving it.
"More," she murmured, from the stupor of her sexuality...."
"Sure ... but only when you turn over...."
She heard the words and knew it was going to happen ...
So good ... So hot and so good. Slowly, but irrevocably, she began to turn over ... To reveal to him in all it's glory the sweet curvi-tures of her lovely ass. He licked his lips. Yah!
He liked that one ... So hot and so sweet ...
He was going to have a good time with it, he promised himself ... A really good time.
Now, he put his hands on each of her cheeks and slowly spread them open. God!
How ... embarrassing, she thought to herself ...
To have to take it this way ...
To have to be exposed in ... such a way ...
But it was true ...
She was taking it ...
Taking it all ...
And reveling in the heat!
Now, her little brown hole was fully open to him, and that afforded him the opportunity of putting his tongue down there ...
All the way down, to lick and caress it ...
To gobble it ...
He was hungry for her, for all of her, and how he was getting it ...
Every last drop ...
Not satisfied, he began to nibble at the cheeks, taking small bites out of them until finally, when he knew he wasn't going to be able to stand it any longer, he inched up on his haunches and started to rub his cock all over her ass ...
"OHHHH ... YES ... YES ... YES...."
She was going crazy with it!
She loved the way his ivory felt on her soft cheeks!
"Put it in ... ohhh ... please ... put it in...."
Begging for it!
She was begging him for it.
That's what he was waiting for. He knew he'd break her ...
He knew he'd make her submit.
And now she was ...
She was taking it long and hard and deep, and there was nothing that could stop them ... Either of them ...
Now, he spit into one of his hands to make sure he was lubricated.
He took the wet hand and rubbed it the length of his cock.
The girl turned her head for a second to see what he was doing ...
And blanched again when she realized he was getting himself ready for her ...
He was going to fuck her in her ass!
With his wetted cock!
Easy now, he started to move it into her ... So slow and so easy ... And still she felt it!
The sudden pressure made her cry out...."No ... no ... it's too big ... it's too big...." But that didn't stop him, or even slow him down. He was too far gone for that ... Instead, he continued to move it in, literally screwing with the motion of his cock as he tried to get it all the way in. "OHHHH...."
"Deeper, baby ... I'm going to screw your ass even deeper...."
"God...."
"That's right ... I'm God ... I'm God to you and your ass...."
She was going crazy with it ... Just crazy ...
And couldn't stand any more ... Until ... Slowly ... Inevitably ...
The feeling began to change ... He began to move a bit easier inside of her and she began to take it...."Ohhhhh...."
He heard the change in her voice. She was loving it!
Just loving it and that was what he wanted ...
Now he could open up and really give her a good lucking ... leach her what her ass was all about!
He moved swiftly, easily, letting the grease of his spit and her natural juices make it even easier ...
"Ohhhh...."
He humped her like crazy, leaning over so she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck ...
"You like it, don't you...." he said in a choked voice ...
"God...."
"Don't you...."
"Yes ... ohhh ... yes ... YES...."
She was out of it now ... completely in her own world as he continued to fuck the shit out of her. leach her a lesson ... leach her what fucking was all about ...
That's what was on his mind ...
That was his goal ...
And he'd reached it ...
He'd done it ...
Shown her a thing or two ...
And he liked that ...
It was the way to go ...
The way to do it ...
Now, as he rested atop her supine body, he smiled to himself.
What a dick he had!
What women would do for him and it!
There was no end, he knew ... No end at all ...
And always, there would be no worlds to conquer ...
New women to fuck ...
New women to enslave to the joy of feeling, again and again the thrust of his big dick.
He smiled to himself as he took it out and her softly moan.
Yes ...
She knew how to take it ...
She knew how to take it really good ...
A very apt pupil ...
A very apt pupil indeed ...
And she only hoped that in time, she could learn to please him each and every time he wanted.
Because, she had to face it, she was hooked on big black dick!
CHAPTER FOUR
And now, emboldened, Belle turned her attentions to big, black George.
"Do you want to see my pussy," Belle asked him, as she came over to where he was sitting, on the bed, and let her skirt hang just in reaching distance from his hands.
"You know I do," he said, smacking his lips in anticipation.
"How bad? How bad to you want to see it?"
"Real bad," he said.
"Well, have you been a good boy?"
"Yes, Miss Belle...."
"Did you go right home last night, and get into bed?"
"Yes, Miss Belle...."
"And did you jerk off? Did you masturbate under the covers?"
He wasn't that quick to answer the last question.
"Come on," she said, coyly, pressing him, wanting to hear him tell her what he did.
"I'm waiting," she said, taking a step backward.
His eyes were glued to her gorgeous thighs, the very muscular, and pure whiteness of them sending him an erection the-likes of which he hadn't had since ... yesterday afternoon, when all this had begun.
"If you don't tell me, I'm going to send you home," she said, with a sound in her voice that said she meant what she was saying.
"I did," he finally said in a choked voice. "I went right home and whipped it out and masturbated, Miss Belle...."
She smiled now and stroked the side of his face.
"Good boy. See? That wasn't so hard to say, was it...."
"No...."
"And what were you thinking about when you did it...."
Poor George! He didn't know how much more of this he was going to be able to take!
"I ... I didn't think about anything...."
She put her hands on her hips.
"You're lying, George. All the boys think about something when they do it. That's why they do it! Come on now, you have to tell me...."
He was looking down at the floor, his black skin turning purple with the blush that was rising there.
"I was thinking about ... your pussy...."
"That's right," she said, as she continued to pet the side of his face, noting with her eyes the deep contrast between her white, white skin and his black, black, skin.
She loved it.
"What about my pussy? What were you thinking about it ... and look at me when I talk to you...." She put her hands underneath his chin and made him look up to her.
His eyes met hers. "I was thinking ... about how I loved to ... lick your pussy ... yesterday, and how about how I'd love to fuck it...."
"Is that when you came? When you thought about fucking me...."
"Yes...."
"OH!" Belle was really turned on, and holding his face in both of her hands, she bent over and gave him a deep kiss, pushing her tongue down as far into his mouth as she could get it.
He responded with his own tongue, and every time the tip of his touched the tip of hers, it was like two live wires touching.
When she took her mouth away from his, she set him just the way she wanted him, so that his legs were dangling over the edge of her bed, and his feet were touching the floor.
"Open your pants," she said to him, "And take it out."
He hesitated, and she wasn't in to that. "I don't like to be kept waiting," she said, as she urged him to continue.
He unzipped his pants, and reached in. Obviously, he wasn't wearing any underwear, and Belle liked that.
"Let me see it," she said, and George held it in his fist.
He was so big that there was enough for him to hold with two hands, one on top of the other. However, he just used one hand, and that left a lot of his black dick free.
This set Belle's pussy on fire.
"Do you want to kiss it," she asked him, and he shook his head up and down.
Slowly, with her legs between his, she reached underneath her skirt and let her hand disappear there.
"I'm not either," she said, "Wearing any underwear, that is. Just like you."
She had him, again.
Now, she took her hand out from under her skirt. "Do you know where my hand just was."
"No...."
"It was in my pussy...."
She watched him swallow, and saw his hand begin to slowly stroke his cock. She was loving this! "Do you want to smell it."
"Yes...."
"How much? How much to do you want to smell my hand?"
"Oh, God ... I can't ... a lot ... I want to smell it a lot ... a whole lot, Miss Belle...."
"All right then ... close your eyes...."
She watched him squeeze his eyes shut, and as he did so, his hand began to beat on his meat faster.
She let her fingers trail under his nose, giving him a strong dose of her very sweet and musky pussy.
He took a deep breath, and let out a strong sigh.
"Open your eyes," she said to him.
"Now," she continued, "How did you like that?"
"Yes...."
"What does yes mean," she said, trying to sound a little annoyed, in her best, petulant fashion...."
"It means ... I really liked it ... It smelled so good...."
"What are you doing with your hand, George?"
"What? I'm ... oh, God...."
"Come on ... you have to tell me ... come on, George...."
"I'm ... masturbating, Miss Belle...."
"Does it feel good...."
"Oh yes, Miss Belle...."
"That's too bad, because I want you to stop ... right now...."
"Oh, God, Miss Belle ... I don't think I can...."
"You better ... you better stop, right now...."
"I don't think...."
"You'll have to leave then...."
Slowly, reluctantly, he took his hand away from his throbbing cock, and looked at her with a pained expression on his face.
"Aww," she said, trying to show sympathy. "I'm sorry I had to make you stop, but I want it for myself...."
With that, she slowly lifted her skirt, and let him see her pussy, in all it's wet glory.
His eyes widened as he looked at it. He couldn't believe how gorgeous it was, with her pink lips in a nice, cool contrast with her pale pussy hairs.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes ... oh yes," George said.
"Do you want to kiss it...."
"Yes ... God, you're driving me crazy!"
"I know. Let me see you pucker your lips...."
He did as he was told, and she drew his face closer to her cunt.
She let him get within an inch of it before she stopped him.
"That's far enough."
"Oh God, I really want to...."
"What...."
"I really want to ... kiss it...." George said, sounding desperate.
"Well, maybe I'll let you give it one kiss ... but no tongue, do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Belle...."
"Okay then...."
She brought his head closer to her pussy, and let his lips just gently brush it.
She knew she was driving him crazy, and it was getting her all wet!
Now, she felt his warm lips giving her the nicest, sweetest kiss imaginable. She let him stay there for awhile, before taking his mouth off if it.
She could see that some of her juice had gotten on his lips.
"Lick them. Lick your own lips," she said to him, and he did as he was told, making loud smacking noises as he took the cream off of them.
Now, she asked him if she could fuck him.
"Oh, yes," he said, and with that, she lifted her skirt so that it was well above her thighs, and she put one of her knees on either side of his hips, just about ready to lower herself on to him.
She couldn't believe it. It was the moment she was waiting for, for two days!
She could feel his enormous prick head opening her up and spreading her out, pushing into her, opening her outer lips and then working their way into her inner ones.
She thought she was going to go crazy!
"It ... it's so big...." she said, putting both her hands around George's big black neck and holding on to him, while she carefully worked herself still lower down on him.
"How does it feel," she managed to ask him.
"Unnhhhh ... it feels ... so good," he said, and he began to push his hips up inside of her.
"No," she said, firmly. "I don't want you to do that! I'm going to do the fucking, remember? I'm fucking you this time...."
And with that, she continued the action of her hips, moving them slowly up and down, coming so far up on his cock that it almost fell right out of her pussy, before she sank down on it, all the way to the hairs, where she let their bodies mingle and their curls intertwine, before lifting herself off and starting all over again.
Now, she was starting to move more regularly, and she felt George's big black hands coming up over her back and holding her by the shoulder blades as he continued to work her over.
"I'm fucking you...." she said, as she watched his face...."I'm fucking you, aren't I...."
"Yes...."
"You're getting into my fabulous pussy, aren't you...."
"Yes ... oh yes...."
"Everyone wants to fuck me, but you're the one who's ... doing it...."
"Yes...."
"You know ... why I ... OH GOD ... I let you follow me home ... you...."
"Why ... oh, shit ... that's ... why...."
"Because you have such a big ... black ... cock...." she said, and with that, she could feel him about to come.
"Oh, God, you're going to ... shoot me ... you're going to shoot in me...."
She threw her head back, and suddenly all sexual hell broke loose as she could feel him filling up her pussy with his stuff!
"Oh, yes ... oh, God, yes ... oh, Give it to me ... all of it ... all of it, you fucker...."
She was going crazy, as she felt him coming inside of her.
She couldn't believe how much stuff he still had, after all that she'd taken from his yesterday, and how much she was sure he'd jerked off the night before.
She's always heard this kind of thing about black guys, and now she was finally learning for herself that it was all, all, true!
"Yeah, baby ... oh yeah," George was saying, as he buried his face into her sweet tits, right through his shirt.
"That's so good...."
"Yes," she said, and with that, she slowly lifted her pussy off his dick.
As she did so, she could feel her insides all bubbling, and suddenly, from down the side of her thighs came a long, juicy stream of his stuff.
"OH, GOD, LICK IT OFF," she screamed, and she grabbed his face and yanked it over to her thighs, where he hungrily lapped up his own stuff.
"I have to suck your cock," she said, as she went down on her knees and grabbed his wet thing in her hands, and began to lick it.
"I love ... it...." she said, and with that, she opened her pretty sweet lips and put them around the head of his purple cock.
She sucked on it for a long time, trying her best to force her tongue into the little pee-hole that was there, trying her best make him go crazy, as crazy as she was.
"Mmmmmffff...." she cried, as she parted her lips and went all the way down on him, taking as much of his twelve inches as she could get into her mouth and down her throat.
Now, she could feel his hands on her head, holding him there, and although she didn't like it when she wasn't in charge, she loved the way he was holding her, and forcing her to suck him.
"Come on, you white chick ... suck that cock ... come on, suck it...."
She was making loud smacking noises with her mouth as she worked on him.
"Yeah, my balls too ... do my balls...."
"Oh my God...." she wailed as she was taking his cock out of her mouth and throat, and feeling his hands forcing her down to his balls.
They were hot and thick, and they'd just filled her up with a fresh load of their jism, and now she was kissing them and hugging them into her face, and drinking up the dribble that had come down on them, and she just couldn't get enough of it.
When she was finally finished, she rolled over on the floor, one hand on her stomach, where she could still feel the remains of his cock, and the other across her forehead.
"That was ... so great...." she said to him, And he chuckled, and had to agree.
"Well, what should we do now," she said, to him, and he said something quite unexpected.
"I want something to eat, woman."
She didn't go for that woman bit, and she wasn't about to make something for him, but on the other hand, he'd just fucked the shit out of her, and if he was hungry, what was so bad about making him a little something.
So she smiled at him and asked what he wanted.
"How about a big steak, from the butcher?"
She had to laugh at that. George had a terrific sense of humor, she decided, and went to the refrigerator and pulled out a nice steak for him.
She lit the oven, the broiler part, and put the steak on the tray.
She went to her father's liquor cabinet and get out a bottle of red wine.
She handed it to George and he opened it with the corkscrew.
Next, she set the table for the both of them, and lit the candles.
While she was waiting for the steak to cook, she went to the bathroom and took a hot oil bath, while she allowed George to wait in the other room.
"Now," she said, when she came back in, as the steak was almost ready, "I hope you're hungry because there's enough food here for a horse!"
She got the food out, and placed it on a couple of plates, and served them.
They took their time and ate slowly, looking across the candlelit room at each other.
It was a most enjoyable meal, and when they were finished, she put the dishes in the sink, and got up from the table, and took George by the hand.
"Where are we going," he asked, and she told him that she wanted him to bathe now.
"I don't need no bath," George said, and she turned and looked at him.
"Look, just because I fed you, that doesn't mean that I'm through being in charge here. Let's not forget how this all began...."
George looked at her, without saying anything. She had to bring him down a peg, and that was that!
Now, she wasn't going to take anything more from him.
She still had on her skirt and her shirt, and she took him, naked, into the bathroom, where she put the hot water on and filled the tub.
"I hope you can take it real hot," she said, "Because that's what I'm going to give you. A hot bath."
George didn't say anything. When it came time to step into the water, he put only one toe in, and then jerked it back.
"It's too hot," he said, looking at Belle forlornly.
"GET IN THERE," she said, with a tremendous amount of authority.
He did as he was told, holding his breath and blowing some air out of his mouth as he slowly sank into the near boiling tub.
He was very uncomfortable, but she made him stay in a long time sitting on the edge of the tub, and watching him suffer.
"Is it hot enough," she asked him, smirking.
"It's too hot," he cried, but she made him stay there as long as she thought he could take it, until she saw the beads of sweat welling up on his face, and she knew that he was in danger of maybe fainting, which was something she didn't feel like putting up with.
"Have you had enough?"
"Oh, God, yes...." he said.
She knew that it was even worse on a full stomach.
"Are you ready to come out?"
"I am, Miss Belle...."
"Will you listen to everything we tell you."
"I will ... I will, I promise...."
"And ho more sass."
"No more...."
"All right then," she said, crossing her legs and continuing to drive him crazy, "Then you can come out."
She watched his gorgeous body as he stood out of the water, dripping wet, and onto the rug.
She handed him a towel and let him dry himself off.
"I'll be waiting for you in my bedroom," she said, and with that, left him alone to do whatever it was he had to do.
She chuckled to herself. "I've got everything I could possibly want."
Now, she turned her head and it was a good thing she'd hung up when she did, because she let out an audible gasp when she saw George.
He was standing in the doorway, with a slick grin on his face.
His body was completely dry, and in his hands he was carrying ... some clothesline.
"What's that," she asked him.
"Clothesline," he said.
"Well, I know that. What's it doing here?"
"I'm going to use it on you," he said, simply.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to tie you up. You're just another white chick to me who needs some discipline. In case you don't know, slavery ended about a hundred years ago."
"Come on...."
"Get on the bed and put your hands behind your back."
"You've got to be kidding...."
"No way. Put them behind your back...."
"I'm warning you, you'll get into a lot of trouble."
"Maybe ... but for now I'm going to take the chance ... do what I tell you."
She looked at him for a long time and got the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that he wasn't kidding around. Slowly, reluctantly, she got on the bed and let her hands go behind her back.
"like this," she said, gloomily.
"Just like that," George said, as he took the clothesline and started to tie her up.
"You'll be so sorry...."
"Maybe," he said, with a grin on his face. "And maybe not."
She swallowed hard.
It was time for those fabulous tables to turn again. Round and round they went, and where they landed, only she and her hot pussy knew. And George's big, black, pumping dick. And Honey's hot, black pussy! Gosh!! !
CHAPTER FIVE
The next time they got together was even better than the last!
George was in a mood to watch, participate and have fun with his two babes, one black and one white and pretty. Now, Belle was getting the shit fucked out of her by Honey, a black girl dressed only in leather with the white dildo strapped to her hips.
It was outrageous and incredible, and she had to admit that she was loving it. She'd never been fucked like this before, and the very thought of it, only a day earlier, would have sent her screaming with fear. But now, as Honey effectively stretched and opened her pussy, moving the thing around inside of her, up, down, to the left and to the right, only served to make her even hotter and homier than she already was.
It was an interesting phenomenon, the more she was fucked and fucked over by Ray and Honey, the more she wan ted ... more!
"Are you going to come ... bitch," Honey said, as she moved her hips forcefully, in and out, almost to the limit before speeding up and then slowing down and then speeding up again.
"Yyess ... yyess...." Belle moaned, knowing that she was going to be forced to spend, under the strict sexual tutelage of this hot black couple.
Finally, after it seemed that she was never going to have the white dildo out of her pussy, it was removed, and Honey inched up, so that she could sit on the girl's tits.
She held the thing in her hand, waving it in front of Belle's face.
Belle had never seen one of these things be fore, and marveled at the way it was exactly shaped, to look like a very big male cock.
She knew what she was to do next, even without being told. She was becoming a very good student, and wanted more than anything to please her captives.
She opened her mouth, and let Honey slide the thing in, so that now she was being mouth-fucked by the very bi-sexual Honey.
She was forced to do this until with her mouth and tongue she had completely cleaned off the thing.
Once again she had tasted her own juices, feeling the thick remnants of her own spending down her throat.
"I think she's had enough," George said, helping Honey to her feet. "You better get cleaned up."
It was obvious that he wanted some time for himself with her.
"How do you feel," he asked, when he surveyed the spread-eagled Belle on the bed. His eyes took in the feast. She was a golden, bronzed, teen beauty, the best looking Wasp in the class, and he was a working-class black boy, and here he was totally in charge of her!
It was the kind of social vengeance that did George's heart good.
"I'm ... okay, I think...." Belle finally answered.
"I guess you're a little pissed off at me...."
She looked at him for a long time. She didn't know how to react to a statement like that.
"What do you mean...."
"Well, I've tied you up on the bed, and forced you to have sex with another woman, and...."
"I liked it," Belle said, suddenly, surprised at her own speed of saying such a thing.
"You did?"
"Yes ... oh, yes."
"Well, what did you like about it?"
"Well ... do I really have to tell you?"
"Yes," George said, smiling, and sitting back down on his chair, crossing his naked legs.
"I love to be fucked ... by black men and women ... and when your friend did it to me ... it was like being fucked by a really big black guy with a gorgeous white prick...."
There. She'd said it. She'd given him exactly what he'd wanted.
"Will you let me loose now," she asked.
George stared at her, wondering if that was the thing to do.
"All right," he said, quickly. "If that's what you want."
"I really do," she said. "I need to be let go. You've had me in bondage for most of the day ... and I need to be able to roam free now...."
George could understand something as simple as that. It was the kind of statement that was free of any pretense, a refreshing change from the earlier haughtiness that had driven him to decide that this woman had to be taught a lesson.
Now, he went over to the bed and began to undo her bonds.
In another instant she was free.
As she sat up on the bed, she slunk her hands around his neck and brought her mouth close to his.
"I need to kiss you," she said, just before she glued her lips to his.
He could taste her like that, and he could taste the vague remains of sex inside her mouth.
He'd had her in every part, or almost every part, and he still wasn't through. But he knew enough to let her alone for awhile. So, even as they kissed, he was planning the next stage of his takeover of her white, middle-class sexuality.
"I have to go now," he said, and he could see the hurt in her face.
"Oh...." she said, gathering her sheets over her body, suddenly covering up.
"But I'll be back."
"When?"
"Tomorrow night, I think. Why?"
"Because I want to come back. Tomorrow. Early in the day. I want to come back and do things ... to you. Is it all right? May I return?"
He waited for her to answer.
"I ... I guess so...."
"Well, if you don't want me back, I won't come."
"I do," she said quickly. "I want you back very much. You know that. You must know that by now...."
He smiled. It was the first time she'd seen him smile in a long time.
"That's better," she said. "Tomorrow, then."
At this point, Honey came back into the room.
"I see that the bitch has gotten you to untie her."
"That's okay. We're leaving anyway."
George took Honey by the arm, and without saying another word, the two of them went down the stairs and out the door.
Belle took a deep breath and flopped back on her bed.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her. She'd been taken utterly against her will, and she had to admit that it had been glorious!
She could only hope that the next day would come, as fast as time would allow, and that George would once again have something special in store for her much-eager body to experience.
Saturday night. She had no idea what to do. She'd lost all sense of time and proportion, as she sat flicking the TV stations around with the remote control.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Belle...."
It was her friend, Sally, from the office typing pool. The office that seemed today so much duller than it ever had before, and that was pretty dull!
"Sally...."
"What have you been up to...."
Belle giggled. If she only knew ...
"Not too much. What are you doing tonight...."
"Not much ... I thought you might want to come over and keep me company...."
That sounded like a good idea. And not only because studying was something safe and that she should be doing, but also because she'd always wanted to see Sally's cunny, and with her new, emboldened sexuality, she might just get the chance.
"I'll be over in about an hour, okay? Unless you want to come here...."
"I would! But my car isn't working. A dead battery I think."
Belle laughed. She knew the feeling. "Okay, then, I'll be over in about an hour. See you then."
"Right."
Belle hung the phone and went into the bathroom to take a nice, long shower, making sure that her entire body was squeaky clean, and totally rid of any sign of the sexuality that she had just been exposed to.
Satisfied that she was completely clean, she then went to her closet and picked out, with extreme care, her clothes for the evening.
She chose a short suede blue skirt, something that would be easy to manipulate, and a pullover sweater with a turtle neck.
She slipped into a pair of black shoes with medium lifts, and was ready to go out.
She took a jacket with her, slung over her shoulders, and went for the fifteen minute walk over to Sally's.
She got there and knocked on the door and in a couple of seconds, Sally opened it.
Belle was surprised to see that Sally was dressed in nothing more than a teddy nightie, the kind of thing that girls wear at pajama parties, instead of social calls.
"Cute," Belle said as she came in the door.
"You like it? I got it for my birthday and I thought I'd put it on."
Belle couldn't help but notice that in that outfit, Sally's high, sweet tits were clearly visible, including the nipples, and that the whole thing only came down to her thighs. She could also see that Sally wasn't wearing any panties and wondered if this was some sort of invitation on the girl's part.
"Now, let's see, do you want some hot cocoa? I'm going to have some...."
"Sure," Belle said, amused at the way her girlfriend was nervously flitting around the house.
Sally was the second best looking girl in the office, so the general consensus went, and there wasn't that much difference between first and second place. Both girls were blondes, and both were in great shape, with those perfect noses and shapely bodies, and high-society snooty attitudes toward most of the men.
And both were exceptionally hot when it came to petting.
And both masturbated frequently, and told each other about all the new techniques they discovered in doing so.
And now, both were alone in the house, so why, Belle wondered, did she have the distinct feeling that there was another purpose to the invitation that found her over here on this Saturday night.
And there was one more thing. The house smelled like the best perfume that money can buy.
Belle liked that. A lot.
And, she decided, she was up for anything. All that Sally had to do was give her the right sign, and she'd show her something that she'd never forget.
There was still a lot of unused sexuality tingling around in her body, from the severe tying up and domination that she'd experienced back at her house, and it had served to generally raise her temperature. Now, she wanted only to please her friend, and to have a good time doing it.
"Let's see," Sally said, fumbling with her cups at the kitchen table, as she put her cocoa down beside her. "What should we do...."
They talked this way for sometime, until it became rather boring.
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"Why don't we move up to my bedroom," Sally said. "At least there we can stretch out on the bed while we chat. It'll be so much more comfortable than being on this hard table. What do you say?"
Belle shrugged her shoulders, trying to look and sound blase, although she knew that this was the sign she'd been waiting for.
A couple of minutes later they were upstairs, in Sally's bedroom.
They talked yet, again, this time stretched out on Sally's big bed, their legs dangling over the edge as they lay crosswise.
It was now that Belle decided to make her move.
Keeping her head buried in her own cup, she casually let her hand come out and caress the backside of her girlfriend.
She began by letting her fingers easily graze the back thigh skin, and when she saw that Sally was not going to stop her, she gently prodded her friend to spread her legs so she could get her hand up in there.
"What ... what are you doing...." Sally said, as she turned her deeply blushed face in the direction of Belle.
"I'm just feeling your pussy," Belle said, as she started to stroke the soft, hot slit that was peeking through the back thighs.
"Do you like it...." she asked her girlfriend, as she carefully inserted a single finger only about an inch inside.
"Yes ... I do...." Sally said, closing her eyes and taking a bite out of the top sheet.
"You wanted me to do this all along, didn't you," Belle said, as she continued to stroke and massage pussy.
"Yyyes ... I did ... I've wanted it ... for so ... long...."
With that, Belle plunged her finger the rest of the way up the girl, until it was buried to the knuckle.
"What am I doing to you...."
"Feeling ... up ... OH GOD! ... my pussy...."
"That's right...." Belle said.
Next, she put her hands on the girl's shoulders, and still taking possession of her pussy, she rolled her over and kept her on her back, while she put a second finger up her snatch and leaned over her to give her a big, hot kiss on her lips.
"There," she said, as she finally took her mouth away...."How was that...."
"Wonderful...." Sally said, who returned the first kiss with a second, burying her mouth on her girlfriend's, making sure that her tongue went in as deep as she could get it.
"I want to ... I want to see it...." Belle said, as she made Sally stretch out on the bed, and slowly lifted the flimsy material, all that was between her cunt and her gaze.
When Belle saw it, she took a deep breath of air.
The lips were so soft and thick, and pink, with not a trace of the ugly brownish lips that a lot of the girls in the gym had.
And the hair was thin and wispy, so that it served only to illuminate, rather than bury, the gorgeous crinkles and shape of the lovely, private cunny that she was so fastidiously examining with her eyes and hands.
"I want to kiss it," Belle said softly. "Yes...."
"Do you want me to...."
"Oh, yes ... I do ... I really do...."
"Spread your legs, Sally...."
Sally immediately did as she was told, kicking back strong and hard, making sure that she was open and wet for her friend.
Belle licked her own lips in anticipation of sucking her girlfriend.
Using two fingers of one hand, she gently prodded the outer lips open, revealing the inner, pink ones, already soaking with the juices of sexual heat.
She put her mouth down, and began, while still holding the girl open, to kiss the inner thighs, making sure that her tongue left a hot trail behind them.
She worked her way slowly up, toward the garden of delight which she was holding firmly with her fingers. Then, when she knew that the girl couldn't wait any longer, by the moaning and the groaning she was listening to, she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and gingerly gave one clean lick to Sally's pussy.
"Jesus...." Sally sighed, as she felt the soft, probing stab go inside of her, right to the very innards of her pussy. "I can't ... stand ... it...." she cried, as she felt Belle's tongue continue to stab at her, making some sort of inroad each time, until, by bucking and kicking, she though she was going to go crazy!
There was no way she wasn't going to come now, and she reached down and grabbed the head of her friend, trying to hold her there until she went off.
But Belle had other ideas.
In spite of the strong hold on her, she managed to get her mouth off the girl's pussy, and looked into it, with half-closed, humid eyes, as she took three full fingers of her hand and slowly began to work them into Sally's pussy.
"No...." Sally cried...."It's too much ... too big...."
But Belle wasn't having any of it. She knew that as she pushed and probed ,and worked her fingers, that she was eventually going to be able to open up this tight little wasp pussy in front of her and make her take all that she had to give.
"Come on...." Belle said.
"It's too big...." Sally moaned, as she tried to keep her legs as wide apart as possible. "You can take it...."
"I can't ... I really can't...."
"Yes you can...." And with that, Belle pushed her hand even further up, until now, it was almost buried in her girlfriend's cunt.
"There ... you see ... you see how much you've opened...."
"Oh, God ... it's ... oh, Jesus ... I can't...."
But there was no stopping Belle now. She took the hand and kept it shoved as far into the girl's glistening pussy, while with her lips she sought out Sally's clitoris. She put her mouth around it and shaped it so that she could take it just behind her teeth and give it a good sucking.
She moved it in and out and up and back, and all around, and it all was too, too much for Sally, who was kicking and screaming, and going out of her mind, wanting so much to come, and feeling now her own juices starting to spend, down the side of Belle's arm, and into her eager, waiting mouth.
It was a delicious spend, and it kept up for a long time, until finally, she was able to subside for a couple off seconds, allowing for Belle to remove her fingers.
"Did you like that," Belle asked, and Sally eagerly shook her head yes.
"It was soo good," Belle said, licking her own fingers, which had so recently been up her girlfriend's cunt.
They were so into what they were doing to each other, that neither of them realized they'd awakened
Sally's younger sister.
There, in the hallway, stood Meg, the fifteen year old blonde little beauty, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.
"I was sleeping ... you guys woke me up ... and I saw what you did...."
"Oh, my God," Sally cried, as she realized that Meg had seen everything!
"What are we going to do?"
"Don't worry," Belle said. "I can be very persuasive."
She turned to Meg.
"Well, don't just stand there, little girl. Come on in."
"I don't think I better. I'm going to tell mother...."
"Now why would you want to do something like that? Come over here, we just want to talk to you."
"If you promise not to touch me...."
"Oh, come on," Belle said, pretending to sound annoyed.
Meg walked slowly over to the bed.
"Grab her," Belle said, and Sally sprung for her sister, getting her around the arms.
"Now put her on the bed."
The two girls got Meg on the bed, and in a flash, Belle and Sally were tying her down, using nylon stockings from Sally's drawer to bind her legs and feet to the bed.
It didn't take long, and they had the girl spread-eagled, face down, so that her lovely ass was sticking up in their faces.
She was nude, except for the robe she'd had on, which Belle now threw over the top part of her back, covering her back, neck and face.
"What are you ... going to do to me...." Meg cried out from under the robe.
"Teach you not to threaten your sister, "Belle said.
"I think we need something to drink," Sally said, "Before we do anything serious here."
"Good idea," Belle said. "Let's make ourselves some thing, and come back for her later. It'll do her good to think about it for a while."
So while they went downstairs, Meg was left trussed and stripped on the bed.
The girls had themselves some whiskey sours, made with the rye and drink mix that Sally's parents had left in the cabinet, and that served to loosen them up even more.
"I think I'm ready now," Sally said, and Belle eagerly agreed.
"Let's do it to her!"
It was the kind of idea that either had instant appeal, or no appeal at all.
In this case, the answer was obvious.
They lost time in ravishing the little sister and bringing her into their very real world.
CHAPTER SIX
Well, there was no getting around the fact that the night Belle spent at Meg's was fun.
How could it not be with that teen twat in their face for most of the evening.
Still, it was George who occupied most of Belle's fantasies, and sure enough, the next night, when it finally came, proved to be a memorable one.
"I'm going to eat you, my own private white pussy." She was on the bed, and that's all Carl got out before lowering his mouth and starting to work on Belle again.
This time he let his tongue roam over her newly shaved area, and it nearly drove her wild, almost immediately she began bucking and kicking at the sensations. She'd never felt anything like it in her life! Over and over, the waves of pleasure went through her, filling her with the most delicious type of agony.
If only she weren't tied up, she told herself, she would have fucked this guy a million times already. She was being driven by him, and loving every minute of it.
Now he used to fingers to open up the lips of her pussy, and both of them could clearly hear the squish of her lips as, sticky, they reluctantly parted, only to be devoured by his mouth.
He sucked on her hard and brutally, once again winding up her and bringing her to nearly the brink, only to let her go and take his mouth off her.
"NO ... OH GOD ... I CANT STAND THAT...." she said, as she buckled and shoved her hips up and down, no longer the least concerned about the very private and lascivious show she was being forced to perform for him.
Was there no end to his cruel lust?
He reached back into his black box and produced a small, rather sinister looking vial.
"What's that?" she asked him.
Naturally, he didn't respond to her questions. Instead, he opened the cap of the vial, carefully, and laid it on the floor. Then he took a long, thin spatula looking device and dipped it in. When he removed, it it had a reddish tint to it. Belle kept her eyes glued to it, not have any idea what was about to be done to her.
He put the vial down and recapped it, holding the wetted stick in the air. Then he let his free hand go to the inside of her thighs, letting his knuckles graze along smoothly, until he came to her pussy, but he didn't stop there.
Instead, he went down lower, lower to where her ass-hole, which also was fully exposed by virtue of the position she was tied to on top of the pillow, and stuck a finger just on the edge of it.
"Oh!" Belle said, jumping a bit as she felt his cool finger caressing her there.
She'd never before been touched in that magical spot by a man. She liked the way it felt, and enjoyed the way it made her contract.
However, she had no idea what he was going to do next.
He took the spatula, and opened the crinkle of her ass-hole, so that it was no gaping.
"AAAHHH," Belle said, as she was now feeling more helpless than ever at his ministrations. Carefully and deliberately, he took the spatula and put it up inside her ass!
"Jesus," Belle moaned, as she felt the thing inside of her.
That wasn't so bad, but what happened next was totally surprising. Emanations of pleasure started to race through her bottom, like a million tiny teeth taking small nips out of her.
"What's happening ... what's ... what's it doing ... to me...."
George said nothing. He was fully aware of what the girl was feeling. The special, secret lotion was like an enervator. It was a combination astringent and relaxant, so that, in spite of anything that she might have been feeling, her ass-hole was relaxing, and opening.
"That's right," George said, softly, as he watched her ass-hole expanding, enough to receive a finger from him.
Which it did.
Belle squirmed as she felt the man's finger going deep into her ass-hole. She tried to squeeze her ass-hole around it, to somehow let him know how good it was feeling.
"Ooohhh ... that's so ... that's sooo good...." Belle said, as he worked his finger all the way up to her, until it was completely buried in her ass.
When he was securely up, he then took the spatula, and started stroking her pussy with it. She knew what she was in for now, as the stinging, enervating feeling began to spread out on her pussy.
He was opening her up from the front and hack, and was putting his fingers were the spatula was. He worked up two, three, and then four fingers up her snatch, and now he had her in the eternal grip of love, as he clutched at her clinging, longing pussy, and tight, virginal ass-hole.
"I'm going to ... I'm going to...."
This time, instead of letting her off the hook, and making her fall down, George increased his rhythmic actions, until, finally, after she thought it was never going to happen, he let her have a shattering, earth-cracking orgasm.
"YES ... YES . ... OH, YES...." she cried, as she came, over and over again, coming in waves, sighing and breathing and now crying, as the tears came streaming down her face.
Never. Never in her entire life had she ever had such an orgasm. As the cream from her cunny came cascading down, the special lotion that she had made to take made it sting in the most delightful way.
Finally, when George had made her spend as much as he did, he took his fingers out of her and let her try to regain her strength.
Her head fell forward, and a track of spit ran down the side of her chin. She'd been ravaged all right, without ever having been fucked by the man. She had no idea what, if anything, was left to do to her.
She only knew one thing.
She couldn't believe it was true, but it was.
In spite of everything.
In spite of having been raped, in effect, by this man, cruelly tied up, stripped and ravaged.
In spite of it all, she knew the simple truth.
She was falling in love with him.
The next thing she did was even more unbelievable than anything that had come so far.
He untied her.
"What ... what are you doing?" she said to him as she felt her hands go free for the first time in several hours.
"I'm untying you. I'm not some kind of animal, or something," he said, smiling at her. "You don't think I'm going to keep you tied up beyond a reasonable time, do you?"
She laughed. "No, I guess not. Now what?"
"Now I go home."
She looked down at herself. She was still fully exposed to his gaze. She fixed herself, as reasonably as she could, and then slowly, with his help, she was able to stand up off the couch.
"You mean you don't want to stay the night?"
"No, I don't. Not this night anyway. I will call you whenever I feel like it, and you will answer my call. You will return when I say, and do as I say. Is that understood?"
She couldn't believe she was hearing herself say it but she shook her head and said, "Yes."
"Yes what?"
Belle blushed heavily. She knew what she was supposed to say. "Yes master."
Naturally, she got very little sleep that night. She was able to masturbate herself to orgasm nearly a dozen times, as she replayed the scenes of her domination over and over and over again. She'd never imagined that such things were able to go on between men and women in New York City. Which just went to prove to herself once more how naive she really was. Of course this sort of thing went on. Everyday. With people you rode the subway. With people who served you in restaurants. With people who went shopping next to you for clothes, for food, for the morning paper.
With people who loved sex as much as you did.
The weekend was, well, what could she say, a little anti-climactic. There was no one she particularly wanted to see, nothing she really wanted to do. On Saturday she went to the movies, and made sure that she left her phone machine on when she went out, lest George would call and not find her home.
She wasn't sure if he expected her just to hang around the house or what, but she wasn't about to stop living. So she did some shopping Saturday night, and yet, even though she was determined not to let this thing get out of hand, she found herself racing home to see if there were any messages on her box. There weren't.
The next day, Sunday, she spent quite leisurely. She bought The Times, read it section to section, made a couple of perfunctory notes about a film she wanted to see, and an appliance that was on sale, but for the most part there was nothing of real interest there for her. She watched a little television, and went to bed rather early. Another day with no George.
The next morning she dressed herself for work, and, just as she was choosing her clothes, decided to wear her garter belt, the black one with the little red roses on the side, and her sheer black stockings. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was hoping that if George was going to call her again, and there was no guarantee that he would, that she'd have one of her sexiest outfits on. like this one.
She took a cab to work, and soon found herself at her desk, surrounded by paperwork. She began to analyze the accounts of the previous week, and to go over their new proposed commercials. It was a fun job, and the morning flew by. By the early afternoon, she'd all but put George out of her mind, satisfied that what had happened last week was just a one time situation, and that it was never to happen again.
Then the phone rang on her desk.
She was taken quite by surprise when she heard the voice. She was a million miles away from Friday night, embroiled in a deskful of material, when George's smooth, authoritative tone came jazzing through her receiver.
"I will see you this evening. Directly after work. At five thirty there will be a car waiting for you in front of your office."
And with that he hung up.
How did he know where she worked? How did he know she'd be so ready to see him. How did he know so much about her anyway, and the fact that she would do anything he wanted.
He knew. He knew because he had explored her most intimate sensitivities the other night, and everything about her said take me, fuck me, abuse me, and do it again tomorrow twice as bad.
Belle couldn't wait for five o'clock to come around. As the working day ended, she spent the last hour of it getting her self freshened in the ladies lounge of the advertising agency.
"Big date, huh?" Sylvia, one of the other female executives of the company, said to her as they both sat in front of the make-up mirror. All Belle could do was shake her head yes. Could there ever be any way of explaining to anyone what was going on inside of her?
She stepped out of the building precisely at five thirty, not daring to be late. She didn't want to incur George's wrath, which she knew would be terrible, if she ever had to.
Sure enough, just as he said could she ever doubt his word? there was the car, a stretch black limo, with a driver behind the wheel, waiting for her. She swallowed hard, opened the door, got in, and before she could say anything to him they were off.
The drive lasted only ten minutes, before they were in front of George's apartment building. The chauffeur came around, opened her door, and helped her out. She couldn't help but notice the slightest smile on his face, as if he knew all that she was about to experience. Why did she think he looked less like a chauffeur and more like a drinking partner?
She couldn't think about that now. Her head was locked into other, more immediate things. like how to keep her pussy from dripping as she rode up to the top floor apartment.
She got to George's door and was about to knock when the door opened. It was George, in a thick robe, with his hair slicked back and his face clean shaven. She stepped in. The place smelled like a man's locker room, filled with heavy male deodorant aromas, and a very interesting after shave.
She smiled as she walked in, and was about to say hello, when George pointed to the floor.
"On your knees," he said to her.
She immediately dropped down in front of him.
"Hands behind your back." Again, she obeyed, doing exactly what was asked of her.
George went around behind, and producing a length of the red silky rope, the kind that he could make as tight as he needed without causing any rope burns, he quickly bound her wrists, so that they were tight against the small of her back.
He walked around her slowly, surveying his handiwork.
He liked the way she was dressed; smart, sexy skirt, sheer black stockings, interesting white ruffled shirt, and her hair and make-up impeccable. She was reminiscent in her look of a well-done maid.
He intended to make her well done.
He bent down behind her and put one hand on the back of her neck. Pushing her forward gently, he was able to convey what he wanted from her without having to waste words saying it.
She leaned over, so that her head hit the floor in front. George leaned over and produced a soft pillow to allow her forehead to rest upon. She was grateful for the way he was always taking her comfort into consideration. His use of pillows for strategic parts of her body was most appreciated.
He was behind her now, gently stroking her ass through her skirt. Then, with a single flourish, he lifted it from either side, and flipped it over her back, so the material covered her tied hands.
The view was glorious. Her perfectly shaped, pure white thighs shone above the end of her stockings, with the black straps of her garter belt making a gorgeous feast for his eyes, he ran his hands up and down the backs of her naked upper thighs, and then, stuck a hand between her pantyless legs and began to stroke her pussy.
"Ooohh...." Belle moaned, as she felt his hands beginning to explore her. She wondered what joyous punishment he had in store for her.
Imagine her surprise then, when she heard his zipper slowly opening. Could he? would he?
He could. He would.
He took his enormous black dick out, the one he'd not allowed her as yet to see beyond the bulge in his underwear the previous time they were together. He began to rub it up and down the crack of her ass, sending tingles of chills deep inside the recesses of her spine. Then, placing his two hands outward inside the warm, cuddly thighs, he gently spread them, and introduced his dick to her dripping cunny.
"Jesus," Belle hissed, from the sheer delight of being rewarded his big cock into her pussy. She let her head push deep into the soft pillow, and tried to spread her legs as much as she could to allow her to take his big cock all the way up.
In a matter of seconds she had all of him. He must be twelve inches, at least, she thought, as he began the multi-rhythmic thrusts of his cock deep into her hungry, waiting pussy.
"Yes ... oh, yes...." she moaned as she felt him fucking her. She was on her knees before him, stripped and tied and forced to take his dick up her pussy. She was being taken in the lowest, most demeaning way imaginable to her.
And she was loving it.
He moved one hand around, and slipped it between the front of her legs, not missing a chance to stroke the inside of her thighs. She began to moan and sob at the same time as she felt his hand close in on her bobbing clitoris. He took it in two fingers and began to pinch and squeeze it, until she thought she was going to completely lose it.
"SHIT ... THAT'S SO ... OHMYGOD ... THAT'S SO ... UM-
MHHH ... MMMMMHHHH ... AAAHHH...." She moaned and sighed and pushed and heaved, wishing her hands were free so she could hold on to his balls as he did her.
Then, as she knew the time was approaching, she was about to come, with a shattering, mind crackling orgasm.
And he pulled out.
"NO...." she screamed, suddenly emptied and vacant. "DON'T DO THIS TO ME...." she screamed, but it was no use. She knew this was one of his favorite things, to bring her to the brink and then let her hang.
He came around to the front of her, put his hands on her shoulders and made her sit erect, up on her knees, like an obedient puppy. He didn't say anything, but held a glass up to her.
Oh, God, she thought to herself, another one of his potent mixtures. She really didn't want to drink it, didn't think she needed anything to get her any hotter than she already was, but thete was no way out of this. She lowered her head, and making small sob, waited for the hand she knew was coming, under her chin, to gently lift and force her to drink it.
She felt the coolness of the glass between her lips, and then, the strange, hot and sweet liquid pouring into her mouth and down her throat.
Carefully, he forced her, while her hands were still bound behind her and her pussy was still palpitating from the hard fucking he'd given her, to drink every drop, and not to spill any. The small track of liquid that did manage to escape her mouth was scooped up on the end of one of his fingers, and she was forced to lick it clean.
"Good," he said as he surveyed the empty glass.
He watched her as the potion almost immediately began to take effect. Her eyes became a little less bright, and her mouth relaxed at the corners. He could tell she was starting to ease into a new level of passion.
She smiled at him as his hands went to the front of her shirt. She remembered her experience well from the other night, and now, as he undid the bottom button and pulled the shirt out of her skirt, the front of which had fallen back down to her knees, making it now graze the floor, he forced the bright white ruffled thing over her shoulders, and went to work on her bra.
This time, in anticipation of even the vaguest hopes of being called by George, she'd worn a strapless bra that snapped together in front, between her tits. Therefore, with one smart move, he was able to open it and remove it completely, without having to undo her hands or readjust her shirt.
"There," he said, as he exposed her pretty, uplifted tits to his eyes.
He began to gently, expertly fondle them. She knew at once her nipples were still sore from the punishment he'd inflicted on them the other night, but the pain was a strange combination of pleasure and humiliation. She wasn't used to having a man expose her private parts to his indulgent explorations. She bent her back a little so as to be able to thrust her breast charms toward him, to let him know she enjoyed this.
He answered her thrust with a hard slap across her tits.
"I'll tell you when to do that," he said, and with that, he slipped a hand behind her neck, so as to brace her, and began to punish her for her impudence.
"No," she moaned as he slapped her across her breasts, hard and direct, making her eyes pop out.
It was not the sort of treatment she had in mind.
Again and again she felt the hard sting of his hand hitting first one, then the other, slapping her and punishing her.
Her breasts, as if in response, grew harder and more firm as she endured the beating being inflicted on her.
"No ... please ... I'll be good," she moaned as he kept at it, first on one breast, then the other, increasing his level of punishment, making her all the while sit up stock straight and take all he had to give.
"This will teach you," he said firmly, as he continued to work her over, causing the skin of her tits to turn a lovely crimson hue, and her head to turn slowly from side to side, her face wincing with each blow.
"Oowww...." she moaned as he kept at it, until finally, with a burst of sobs, the tears came to her eyes and flowed down the side of her face.
He had brought her down. Forced her to submit to him sexually, and now had beaten her to tears. He loved the sight of the sophisticated, beautiful woman who was now bound and on her knees before him, weeping uncontrollably, begging for him to stop.
"I'll ... do anything...." she sobbed, as finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he took his hands away from her breast and the back of her neck.
Her head immediately fell to her chest, and she heaved in soft sobbing, until she was able to regain her composure.
At this point, he merely leaned back and drank in her exposed, beaten body. "Of course you will," he said softly.
He was the baddest black dude she'd ever met, ever imagined, and she was going to really go to town on him.
She hoped.
Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe it was she who was going to go to town on him.
Either way, they were up for some hard sexual traveling!
CHAPTER SEVEN
NOW, with his big, black hands he reached underneath Belle's delightfully soft yet somehow firm ass. She had no idea what he was up to now. Was he going to masturbate her, or shove his entire fist up her snatch?
Neither. He was placing his forearm so that as her pussy came to rest on it, he was able to loop his other arm around her shoulders and left her off the ground. Her arms were still secured behind her back at the wrists by the red cord, and her shoulders were also somewhat restrained by virtue of the shirt that was pushed down around her shoulders. She was helpless to resist, and could do nothing when she realized she was being lifted off the floor and taken away, somewhere, into the recesses of one of the many rooms in this place.
George placed her on the bed, the kind with several vertical columns, making all types of fantasies distinct possibilities in the realm of reality.
Once she was on the bed he flipped her over with one single move of his hand on her back. Now, he shoved another pillow, this one a little larger, under her hips, and at the same time he raised her skirt back up above her hips. He opened the zipper on the side, making it even easier for him to get the material to bunch, now just above her ass.
"So beautiful," he murmured as he gently stroked it.
"Aaahh...." Belle moaned as she felt his hands giving her a nice anal massage, all over both her ass cheeks. The pain in her tits was finally beginning to subside, and as the legends of sexuality had it, when the pain of physical, sexual punishment abated, it was usually replaced by an intense, sexual heat, that needed to be fulfilled in the most immediate, sensual way.
She was enjoying what was being done to he, grateful she didn't have to remain on her knees, which had become somewhat sore from being rested upon in the living room. Now, she was able to relax, except of course for the hands still tied behind her, and let him do whatever he wanted, to her.
Which he fully intended to do.
Wordlessly, he spread the cheeks of her luscious ass, and lowered his head, so that his mouth could rest on her lovely ass-hole.
"Mmmmmm...." she sighed, through closed lips. She loved the feel of his mouth on her ass, and the way he expertly used his tongue to get into her most private of pleasure palaces.
She didn't even mind when he reached over for the bottle of pale pink liquid that had been resting on one of his night tables, and with one deft motion, opened the tapered spout and brought it to the tip of her ass-hole.
"Now just relax, bitch," he said, softly but firmly. "This is going to cause you intense pleasure."
She swallowed, and soon enough, as two of his finger spread her ass-hole open for him, she felt the nozzle of whatever it was that was entering her, slide up and go into her ass-hole.
He held it there for a while, letting the feeling sink in. Then, when her bottom stopped wiggling and her sighs became less frequent, he suddenly squeezed the soft bottle, sending a fiery liquid blast of heated, burning, yet very oozy liquid deep into the recesses of her rectum.
"Oh, my God ... what is that...." she gasped, but knew enough not to expect any type of answer. Whatever it was, it was having an incredible effect on her insides. She could feel it creeping up, almost as if it were a loose solid, into her bowels, grabbing at the end as if it were a million tongues, and gently massaging her in the most delectable way.
There was no way that she could remain motionless under this kind of treatment. Almost instantly she began to buck her hips, moving them around, trying almost to fuck the air. She blushed deeply, knowing that her motions were putting on the most lascivious, private performance for George, who showed his appreciation by gently patting her bottom with his open hand.
"Yes, baby," he said, encouraging her on.
Then he gave the bottle another squeeze, and another blast of the special liquid shot up inside of her.
"OH ... THAT'S SO ... INCREDIBLE," she shouted, as once again, he'd sent her on a sexual spasm of delight, making her toss and turn and cream, struggling to remove her bonds.
Again he squeezed the bottle, and again it performed it's magic on her, making her twitch and scream in a mixture of pleasure and pain, as the stuff inside her began to increase in temperature, and pull at her bowels. It was the most delectable of high colonics, and something she had never experienced before.
On top of this she felt his lips, heated now with the passion of the special show she was forced to put on for him, covering her ass with kisses. He squeezed her bottom cheeks and lightly smacked them, as he gently removed the nozzle from her ass, causing her to sigh in the most delighted manner.
"Oh ... that was so ... good, George ... you ... you treat me so ... good...."
She didn't have long to wait for the treatment to continue.
He reached for a tube of what appeared to be some greasy kind of jelly.
Meanwhile, Belle had the vague desire that she had to vacate, that the liquid inside of her was a cleansing formula. Knowing that George wouldn't let her do anything without his permission, she had to hold it in, causing her to squeeze the cheeks of her ass together, a pleasant viewing for George that brought a smart slap down on them.
"Ouch...." Belle said, as the sting of his slap caught her up in surprise. Then, she felt once again her ass-hole being worked on, this time having the grease applied to it in such a fashion as to make it easier to get something very big and very long inside of her.
She had to admit to herself she was filled with dread as she felt the tip of his enormous dick exploring her dark secret passage.
"Not there ... oh, God, not there...." she moaned, but her pleadings fell on predictably deaf ears. With one sure thrust, he was able to get the head in.
In spite of the pain, which was to be expected, there was a sudden burst of pleasure, which was not. She tried to spread her thighs for him,to get more of him inside of her, and George, not missing the signals, slowly began to move up and in, until, a full ten minutes later, his dick was buried deep into her ass-hole.
"What am I doing to you...." he asked her in a firm voice, which underscored his thrusts.
"Fff ... fffucking me...." she managed to get out, as her whole body rocked under his motions.
"Where," he demanded to know.
"In ... in my ... IN MY ASSHOLE...." She screamed as the waves of erotic passion swept over her, and in a heated flush, made her come, pussy juice flowing out of her like fresh squeezed orange drink, as she bucked and kicked up against the bed and once again lost her fragile lock on her emotional state, as the tears began to flow.
George put his hands on either side of her garter-belted hips and began in earnest to give her a thorough fucking of her ass. He was determined to make this the most memorable fucking she'd ever received.
To date.
He had many more plans for her, and this was his way of letting her know, yet again, that she was nothing but his slave, nothing but his usable, disposable, slave woman, at his beck and call, ready to be humiliated, stripped, tied up and abused at his whim.
It was so nice to be needed.
When he felt himself about to come, he redoubled his efforts yet again, and with a hot, supercharged bang of his cock, he shot Jetstream after Jetstream of his hot, smoking semen deep into her ass-hole.
The effect was incredible. The cum from his cock mingled with the potion to produce a gurgling, bubbling effect.
"I have to ... I have to go...." Belle begged, as she lay there, squeezing her ass together to try and prevent anything from coming out that wasn't supposed to.
"I know," George said, once more scooping her up with his hands and carrying her, this time to the big bathroom at one end of the room, where he carefully placed her on the seat.
All right, she told herself, now what.
"You may go," he said, folding his hands and standing before her.
"With you here?" she asked, humbly.
He smiled and shook his head.
"That's right, darling. With me right here."
She'd never been so humiliated in her life. She was being made to defecate before his eyes. Closing hers, she let the liquid combination come shooting out of her, and the feeling was wonderful indeed, as if some cork had been pulled that had kept her-jammed up for all this time.
George studied her face, and watched as she went before him.
When she was finished, George made her stand and bend over completely, so he could bathe her bottom and finish her off, making sure she was squeaky clean.
Then he led her back to the living room, told her to stand erect, and undid her bonds.
"You may go now," he said to her.
"That's all?" She asked.
"For now," he said.
"Thank you ... master," she added on, this time without having to be told.
There was something very pleasing to her to being a white slave-type for a black dude like George. It made for a hell of a way to pass a Monday night, for one thing among others.
Later, Belle decided to treat herself to a huge dinner. She was, after all, cleaned out in several senses of the word, and a good meal was just the thing she needed to make her insides feel refilled.
She took herself to the most expensive restaurant she could find, over on the east side where the linen on the table was finer that the sheets most people slept on.
She ordered a huge salad, a martini, she had a couple of vegetables, and a filet steak, which she enjoyed with a glass or two of red wine.
Finally, sated, both sexually and otherwise, she was ready to take herself home.
She entered her apartment and stripped her clothes off, including her garter belt and stockings. She was stark naked and about to take a shower when the phone rang.
No, she thought to herself. It couldn't be. He couldn't be calling me now. So soon.
She ran to the phone and picked it up. Her heart nose-dived as she heard the familiar voice of Steve on the other end.
Steve was her sometime boyfriend, a junior Exec who was the type to fuck and run in the entire space of five minutes.
If she'd never met George, she might almost have been content to keep fucking Steve, giving him the blowjobs he so coveted, and not thinking too much about how what she really wanted to get fucked.
The differences between Steve and George were the differences between night and day. Between a big black cock and a normally small white one.
"Hello, baby," Steve said, trying to sound sexy, but coming off as only silly.
"What do you want," Belle heard herself saying.
"You know," he said, greasier than a Pizza's.
"No I don't. I really don't." There was enough ice in her voice to chill a soda pop.
"I want to ... come over." for the first time, she heard the insecurity in Steve's voice. Usually when he phoned, it was as if he were doing a favor, and Belle always said sure, come on over and fuck me, hoping he'd be able to stay hard more than the couple of minutes he did.
"Well you can't," Belle heard herself say.
"Why not? Is someone else there?"
Poor boy, she thought. There was almost a panic in his voice.
"No, silly. I wouldn't do that to you."
"Oh," he said, sounding relieved.
"I just came from somebody's house. A man. A real man." She emphasized the real, to make sure Steve didn't miss the point.
There was a long silence on the phone.
"What do you mean," he finally said.
"I mean that I've just been so thoroughly fucked up my ass that I'm afraid if you came over with your little dick, I wouldn't even know if it was inside of me. So fuck off and leave me alone, okay?"
She waited for his answer. He was silent for a long time before saying anything.
"Belle...." was all he could get out.
She chuckled, took the phone away from her ear, looked at it the way people do sometimes, and slammed it down.
The nerve of some guys.
The phone rang again. She picked it up and shouted into it. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU. "Told me what?" It was George.
Belle blushed a deep, long, crimson mushroom.
"Oh...." she stammered. "I'm sorry. I ... I didn't know ... I thought...."
"I just wanted to tell you thanks for a lovely evening."
"Really?" Her heart fluttered.
George laughed. "Of course really. Why else would I be calling you?"
"Right. That's right. Well, I rally had a...."
She didn't have time to finish her sentence. The phone went dead in her hand.
She took a deep breath and finally got into that shower.
Afterwards, as she was drying her hair, she sat by the window, doing some serious thinking. She was sure now what she had felt the other day was real. There was no denying it. She was falling in love with George, as much for his abuse as for his willingness to heap it upon her.
No man she had ever known had been able to break down her barriers as effectively as he'd done and open her up. He'd found all her secret places, and made her feel like a new, completely supercharged woman. He gave her the courage to tell ass-holes like Steve that there time was over, that she was no longer going to be the free pickings that they'd become used to.
So, she concluded, in her own way, becoming a slave was the true road to her liberation.
Would she be able to bear it until she next heard George's voice?
The day broke early for her, and she rose and took another shower, and except for the slight pain in her ass-hole from being so thoroughly stretched, and the remnants of the slapping across her tits, she was feeling better than she ever had.
A quick breakfast, and on to work.
She was in her office, dressed in a gorgeous black dress, with, of course, her stockings, garter belt, and this time no underwear at all. It was that kind of a Tuesday.
There was a knock on her office door as she was studing the story boards for the new beer commercial her client's had ordered.
"Come in, it's open," she said.
It was Steve. He came in, looking rather sheepish as he stood there.
Belle looked up at him, then down at her work as she spoke. "So what do you want? Didn't I make myself perfectly clear on the phone?"
"Yes, you did, but...."
"Oh, stop that stammering," she said, as she threw down the storyboard and stood up.
"Please ... I've got to see you."
"Really?" She smiled, got around her desk and went up to him. "Over there." She pointed to the sofa at one end of her office.
He looked at her, and went to where she was pointing.
"Sit down."
He did as he was told.
"Take it out," she commanded.
"What?"
"You heard me. Take it out of your pants."
"Here? Now."
"This is the last chance I'm going to give you. If you don't do exactly as I say...."
She didn't have to finish her sentence. It was whipped out as fast as he could get it, and in another instant it was hard.
"All right, go ahead," she said, smiling, standing in front of him, her arms crossed on her chest.
"Do what...." he said. "I don't understand."
"Yes you do. Masturbate. Now!" There was an edge of threat to her voice.
Steve blushed deeply, looked around, then down, at his own pulsating cock. Slowly, in severe humiliation, he placed one hand on his dick and slowly began to move it back and forth.
"That's right...." Belle said, watching him jerk off in front of her.
"Mmmmmmff" he said, involuntarily.
"What are you doing?" She said to him, sternly. "You ... you know...." he said, ashamed to look her in the eye.
"Say it. Say it or you'll be sorry," she said to him. Tm ... I'm...."
"Come on, Steve. Say it!"
"Jerking off," he managed to say, and-at that moment, he came, sending short spurts of his own cum shooting into the air.
She smiled as it came down on his pants, over his shirt and on his hands.
"That's a good boy," she cooed.
"Thank you," he said, out of breath.
"Now lick your fingers clean. Go ahead, lick them."
She was merciless.
Almost in tears, he began to lick them. She watched, fascinated, as he did exactly as he was told.
When he was finished, she tossed him a box of tissues, for which to clean the rest of himself, as best he could, knowing that the stains would be visible to everyone the rest of the day, the inevitable stains of self-abuse.
"Now get out of here. You make me sick."
He got up, tried to say something, realized it was futile, and left the room.
Belle began laughing when he closed the door behind her, and kept it up until there were tears coming out of her eyes. He was so pathetic! He was so ... eager to jerk off in front of her eyes! She loved it. Absolutely loved it.
Now she was able to go back to her work, feeling even better than when she had come in, earlier that day.
She spent the rest of that morning and part of the afternoon in a series of conferences. She told her pool secretary, outside in the main hall, to keep a close watch on her phone, that she was expecting an important phone call.
One of the secretaries gave her that special smile that women reserve for each other when they know there is sexual business in the air. She wasn't stupid. She knew that the sudden change in Belle's dress and demeanor wasn't due to a new diet, or a great movie she'd seen, there was only one reason why a woman changes her look so radically, only one reason why a woman has the certain blush to her skin, only one reason why a woman moves her hips in that certain fashion.
It mean she was getting fucked by some new cock, and she was feeling head to toe, with pussy in between, like a brand new woman.
Or a brand new prostitute.
That was more like it.
"Sure, honey," the woman said, wondering if maybe Belle's new guy had a friend for her. If she only knew.
The rest of the afternoon passed with no word from George.
Belle had to admit it, she was disappointed. She was hoping he'd call, as he did the day before, and instruct her to get into the waiting limo at the end of the day, and be driven over to be thoroughly ravished by him, and his huge dick.
But no call came.
She went home and decided that he would have to call her at home this evening. How could he let a day go by without inflicting some new private treat in her, and making his daily deposit of semen into the very innards of her being.
But no call came.
Nine o'clock came and went.
So did ten.
He wasn't going to call. She knew that now.
She got into bed, and a wave of sadness crept over her, as she suddenly became quite certain that she would never hear from him again.
What had she done wrong?
She tried to figure it out as slowly, the black relief of sleep came and took over her mind.
She dreamt of being fucked in the ass by George, while Steve was made to sit in a corner and jerk off.
Not bad ... not bad at all.
She was able to get herself off, but it just wasn't the same thing.
She knew that, of course, but still, white slave beggars can't be choosers, she told herself.
Whatever that meant, as she drifted off into a blissful sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
There was no doubt about it as morning came soon enough.
Belle was depressed, and knew why. No word from her black lover.
Lover?
Is that what she was calling him now? She noticed that for the first time, she was actually thinking of him in those terms. It sent a chill down her spine and a tingle in her clitoris. What she wouldn't give to fuck him now. Right now. Right this second.
And of course, she knew that was part of his plan. To make her literally beg to want to be fucked there.
What a man.
Breakfast, off to work.
Another routine day. Could it be possible, would she have to learn to live without him? The phone rang. like clock work.
She picked it up, her breath almost short from anticipation. She was hoping, against hope. It had to be him. It had to be ...
"How are you darling?"
Aah.
"Fine. I missed you yesterday."
"Too bad. I never said it would be everyday."
"Yes, master."
"But it is today. There is a limousine waiting for you downstairs. You are to be there in fifteen minutes, ready to come to me."
"But...." she stammered, "I can't. I'm not ready. I have too much ... work to do. I can't just...."
"Yes you can. And you will. Those are my terms. Remember our agreement. You don't have to obey me, but the first time you don't...."
"All right. I'll get out of my work. Somehow."
She heard the phone go dead at the other end.
What was she going to do.
She looked at her desk, piled with paper. Fuck it, she thought.
She got up and walked out, wearing another knockout outfit, and past Jamie, telling her that she had some important personal business she had to attend to, and that she'd be back soon.
"Of course," Jamie said, smirking.
Belle made a mental note of that smirk. What the hell was so funny, she'd like to know.
Jamie had been listening in on the switchboard, that's all. Important personal business. Yeah, sure.
The limo was there. Belle enjoyed getting into it in broad daylight, in front of the people teeming by her on either side. She was made for limos, she decided.
A few minutes later she was up the elevator and in front of her door, which opened before she knocked.
Only it wasn't George on the other end. It was Honey.
"Come in, please," the woman said.
It was clear she intimidated Belle by her presence. And she didn't look like she was leaving.
"Sit over there, darling," The woman said. Belle was about to protest, to ask where George was, but something inside of her told her she should listen to this woman and take any and all orders from her. It was, after all, still George's place.
So Belle sat down on the sofa, and immediately felt herself sink in.
No sooner was she trapped by the cushions, than she felt Honey, who'd walked around behind her, taking her hands and securing them to the hidden red cords.
No, Belle thought to herself, not this. Not a woman.
It was only when her hands were tightly secured, that George emerged from the bedroom, wearing nothing but his leather underwear.
Her eyes went immediately to his bulge. He pulled up a chair about ten feet in front of Belle, and sat down, crossing his legs and lighting a cigarette.
He was going to watch! He was going to watch Honey ravish her!
The thought made her go wet.
Still from behind, without being able to see her, Belle felt Honey's fingers start to play with her hair, letting the strands flow through her fingers. She enjoyed the woman's light touch, and loved the gardenia scent she wore. Then, without warning, she felt a rubber band being put around her hair as it was pulled back behind her head.
Now that that was accomplished, Honey undid the buttons in the back of Belle's dress. Having them opened, she loosened the front, so that with one pull down, she was able to expose Belle's tits.
Which she did.
Carefully, slowly, and from behind, she began to massage them, working her fingers delicately into the thick, pliant white skin, until the nipples responded and stood up.
"That's right...." Honey cooed into her ears.
Then she reached down lower and started hiking up Belle's skirt. Belle, in spite of the fact that it was a woman, in spite of the fact that George was watching, and that everything inside of her told her she should not help, she spread her legs.
"Good girl," Honey whispered. Now she had the dress well above the tip of Belle's stockings and began stroking her naked thighs
"That's ... that's so good...." Belle said, as she let her head go back.
"Yes," Honey said.
Now for the first time she came around to the front, and sat next to Belle. Her fingers went immediately to work on the bound slave, working on her shaved pussy, stroking it and petting it, and causing Belle to involuntarily jump and jerk at her ropes, cooing and sobbing and losing her breath. She'd never had a woman's hand anywhere near her private parts before, and although she'd heard about the mysterious tugs of the Lesbos within all women, she had no idea that it could anything this terrific!
And of course, with George scrutinizing every movement, everything was heightened ten-fold. Honey was spreading the lips of Belle's pussy, as if to show the inside to George. Then, when George shook his head yes, Honey came off the sofa and got on her knees in front of Belle. She put her hands on the insides of Belle's thighs and spread them as far as she could, and then.sticking her tongue far out, so that Belle, whose eyes were wide and staring, watched in fascination as the woman moved her head slowly toward her pussy.
Honey's tongue started to slowly start licking, up and down, from bottom to top, leaving a trail of wet heat.
"Oohhh...." Belle cooed, wanting to spread herself even further.
"Yes...." Honey said. Then, snaking her hand around her thighs, so that she could now open up Belle's pussy from the top, Honey stuck her unusually long tongue far up into Belle's box, causing the woman to jerk spasmodically with delight.
"Mmmmm" Honey hummed as she expertly ate Belle out, increasing her tonguing action and being totally unrelenting until at last, with a final plunge, working her head up and down and all around, she extracted a long, sobbing, dripping orgasm from the woman.
"Yes," Honey said again. She stood up, and began to take her clothes off. Belle, who was reeling, without benefit even of one of the special potions that George was so good at conjuring, watched until the woman was down to her panties. What was going on, Belle wondered? What was going to be next.
She didn't have to wait long.
Honey went behind the sofa again, and when she returned, she was holding a huge dildo, attached to a belt, a dildo that was easily fifteen inches.
"You're not ... going to use that ... on me...." she said, watching in fear as Honey tied it around her waist.
"Oh, yes, darling ... I'm going to fuck you so good now...."
"No...." Belle moaned, but it was useless to protest. With George still watching, Honey put her knees onto the edge of the sofa, so that her own thighs pushed Belle's still further back, opening her pussy lips, to accept anything anybody wanted to put in.
Honey put one hand on Belle's shoulder, and another on the head of the huge dick. Nestling it between her lips, she felt the woman jiggle herself beneath the ministrations. Then, with a forward thrust of her hips, she was able to get about seven inches into Belle, who yelped with passion as she felt the thing entering her.
Then Honey put both hands on either of Belle's shoulders, and began the rhythmic fuck-thrusting, methodically opening Belle deeper than she'd ever been opened before.
As the inches disappeared into her pussy, Belle could feel them entering where she'd never felt anything go before. Deep, deeper into her womb than any cock, she felt as if it was going to reach up and come out of her mouth! It felt like nothing she'd ever dreamed of. It was so good. So good ...
She strained at her bonds, trying with every ounce of her energy to get free, but it was useless. All she could do was sit back, her hands spread apart, and bound, her legs trapped between the Honey's, pushed back by the woman's knees, and accept the fucking she was getting.
Honey took her hands off Belle's shoulders and put them on her face.
"Suck them," she said, softly, surely, as she forced Belle to take her tits in her mouth. Belle went from one of Honey's tits to the other, hungrily sucking them, giving up all resistance, as the woman continued her actions, until at last, a full forty-five minutes later, Belle felt herself coming, over and over and over again.
"aaah . ... that's . ... so ... oh, God, thank ... thank you ... soooo much...." she moaned, as slowly, Honey pulled the dick, inch by inch, out of Belle's pussy.
When she was finished, she turned and smiled as George, her hand on Belle's shoulder, as if to pet her captive.
And still she wasn't through. Now she undid Belle's bonds, but instead of letting her get up, she forced her over and moved her legs so that now she was lying along the length of the sofa. There were new hidden cords revealed now, and in a flash, Honey had meticulously bound Belle's hands above her head. Satisfied that she was helpless, Honey raised one leg and brought it around to Belle's chest, and sat down on it, so that she was on her tits.
"Mmmmm. Very soft," Honey, as she bounced easily up and down. Then she put her hands on Belle's head, and moved herself up, so that he pussy was hovering over Belle's mouth.
"Open it," Honey commanded.
"Please...." Belle said, begging not to have to be made to suck.
"I said open it," Honey repeated, grabbing Belle by the hair. , Having no choice, Belle opened her mouth, and for the first time in her life, felt the delicate, delicious warmth of a real pussy on her mouth.
At first she started tentatively, taking little licks and trying not to breathe. Now, though, in a very short time, she found herself getting into it, more and more and she started chewing on the lips, and licking and sucking and lapping up Honey's flow.
"Right ... that's right ... good, baby ... so good...." Honey said, urging her on, until, when she was about to come, she grabbed Belle by the back of the head and forced her mouth to stay glued to her pussy while she came, all over Belle's face.
Thick, creamy streams of discharge ran all over her cheeks, down to her neck. Honey, all fired now and lusty, bent down and licked the face of Belle clean, getting every drop of her own cum, and then, when she finished, kissed her heavily on the mouth, pushing her own tongue deep down inside of her.
When they were finished, she rolled off and looked at George, smiling at the man responsible for this wonderful afternoon.
"Untie her," he commanded, and Honey immediately set Belle free.
"That's all for today. Get dressed and go back to work."
Belle did as she was told. Honey was gone, into one of the other rooms. George said nothing to Belle as she went to the door, and a moment later she was out.
As she rode down the elevator, she wondered if this meant she was a lesbian as well as a slut and a whore.
What a lovely way to spend an afternoon.
Belle was able to get back to the office before five. Refreshed, having just eaten her first pussy, she plunged herself into her work.
No one seemed to have noticed she was gone. No one except that girl at the desk who was still smirking, just as she was when Belle left.
There was something wrong there.
"Did you have ... enough time to take care of your personal business?" she asked.
"As a matter-of-fact I did."
Belle made a mental note to take more care around the office. If she didn't know better, she would swear that this one knew everything that was going in.
Well, there were ways of finding out.
And maybe ... Jesus, she thought to herself, what was she thinking?
Well, was it so bad? For that matter, she wouldn't mind seeing her stripped naked, bound at the wrists and made to take some deep fucking. Maybe she could bring her along some time and give her to George as a gift.
She could be so generous at times.
But she couldn't think about any of that now. She had to run off to a meeting. Hurriedly, she gathered her papers and went to the advertising committee, to present her analysis of all the work.
The meeting didn't end until well after seven, unusual for these clods, Belle thought, who normally were out the door the second the clock struck five.
It was just her luck to have been fucked, ravished eaten and forced to suck black pussy and black cock, and then have to work late that night.
Wasn't there any rest for the weary.
That night, after she got home, she figured it was safe to go out. After all, she'd already done service to her master there she was again, calling him that so why not go and have a little fun on her own.
She wanted something to drink. She went to a bar, not the same one she met George in, for no particular reason, but she just didn't think it was such a good idea, had a martini, and then another.
Several people came in, and a couple of guys even made tentative moves toward her. Why not? She was good-looking, she knew that, and she was this day looking like a woman who'd just had the shit fucked out of her, that was kind of obvious, so why shouldn't she look good.
The trouble was, none of these ass-holes who came on to her had anything going for them. No kind of moves at all. Ever since she'd met George, things had turned around so drastically. Did she ever dream she could make Steve jerk off so often?
It was nice to do a little table turning in life.
She was no longer hungry. She decided to take a walk instead.
As the martinis went to her head, she thought about George and Honey, and decided that yes, she was going to have to get some more pussy. Now who did she know who would let her have their quim? She let her mind race, and of course it came up on the logical name.
Why hadn't she thought of it before? The one woman she'd bet anything on she could seduce.
The receptionist outside.
Lovely. Belle decided to go home and see what she could do about this situation.
She hailed a cab and a few seconds later she was back in her house.
She went to the phone machine and was stopped dead in her tracks. The call light was blinking!
No, she told herself. It couldn't be.
She retrieved the message, and indeed, it was George!
"Well, I'm sorry you're not home. I was going to invite you over for some after-dinner follies. My friend, the lady with the red hair, wanted to have dessert with you. Or rather, wanted you for dessert. Next time, I'm sure."
With that the phone went dead.
Belle was beside herself. How could she have messed this up so badly. Why waste time going to a bar when she could have been dessert for the Honey.
She made herself a drink and took her clothes off, preferring to roam her apartment totally nude.
Then, after her third martini, she remembered that she was a woman with a mission. She was going to turn that other girl!
She got her address book out and looked up the home phone number of her secretary. With trembling fingers, she dialed her number.
The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. On the fourth ring, someone picked up.
"Hello?"
It was the girl. Jamie. Belle recognized her voice.
"Jamie?"
"Yes?"
"It's Belle."
"Belle!" There was a noticible change in Jamie's voice. "Well, this is a surprise."
"I bet. What can I do for you?"
Belle was tempted to tell her.
"Well, I was doing some late work here, and, well, you know I could really use some help."
"At home? Tonight?"
"That is if you aren't busy...."
The phone was silent for a long time. Belle didn't say anything, letting instead the implications of her words sink in. When Jamie began talking in a quite different tone once more.
"Well, this is most unusual ... and I was thinking about watching the baseball game tonight ... it's a must game for the Yankees...."
What? Belle didn't know anything about baseball, but she knew that this was only May, and there was no such thing as a May must game.
"Well, I'll put it on in the background for you. How's that."
"You really want me to come."
Oh, yes, Belle thought to herself.
"I'll make it worth your while."
"Promise?"
"Promise. Cross my heart." And your tits.
"Okay. I'll be over in fifteen minutes.
"That's wonderful. You have my address?"
"Why don't you give it to me."
Belle told Jamie were to go, and then, after she hung up the phone, decided the place needed a little straightening up. She took some perfume from the bathroom and sprayed it all around the house, making the place smell luxuriously decadent, like an elegant east side townhouse whorehouse.
Next, she sprinkled the bed with her finest bath talc.
And finally, she changed into something obviously seductive; her see-through nylon negligee, under which she wore her garter belt, stockings, and on her feet high heels.
She made herself still another drink and sat down, waiting patiently for her downstairs buzzer to go off.
It didn't take long.
About fifteen minutes later she heard the buzzer. She got up, pressed back, and in another minute there was a soft knock on the door.
"Jamie," Belle said when she opened the door.
Jamie was wearing jeans and a leather jacket. She smiled as she came in.
"Well," she said. "I see that you're dressed for work." She smiled and smirked.
"Well, it was late, and I thought...."
"Who are you trying to kid?"
Belle was surprised at Jamie's words.
"Whatever do you mean."
"You must think I was born yesterday. You have no evening work to do. I take care of all your scheduling, remember? And what kind of work do you think you're going to doing that get-up?"
Belle blushed. Fuck it, she thought. I'm going to come right out with it.
"Pussy work, darling. I'm going to work on your pussy."
"Really," Jamie said, smiling. "And what makes you so sure that I'm going to let you?"
"I'm sure," Belle said. With that, she put her hands on either side of Jamie's face and brought her mouth on to hers, forcing her tongue deep into Jamie's throat. She kissed her long and hard, and when she was finished, she smiled at her visitor, and turned her head a little to the side.
"Let's go in the bedroom, Jamie," Belle said.
Jamie made no move to resist as she was led by the hand inside.
She knew it! Belle knew this young one was hot!
Now, all she'd learned from her black lover and teacher was about to be put to some really good use! epilogue
NOW, it Was time! Belle led Jamie into the bedroom by the hand. She could feel the perspiration beading up in her friend's hand.
She's always thought Jamie attractive, and at times daydreamed about who the woman must be fucking, what type of man, what profession, how tall, how much money he made.
Who could possibly know, by looking, that there was the definite streak of the Lesbos within her, and that in addition to liking other women, that she was going to allow herself to be turned into a sex slave. Oh, Belle had no doubts about that last decision. There was no way Jamie would consent to come over if she didn't want to, long to, need to be dominated. Even by a woman. Especially by a woman.
So much had changed in Belle's life these last few days. Never, in her wildest fantasies, daytime or night, could she ever have dreamed that she'd be so dominated and abused by a man such as Carl, who, ironically, by tying her down and restricting her movements had at the same time liberated something much more divine, something much more in need of freedom.
Belle's right to be a slut.
God bless America!
Belle's room had the classic scent of sex floating through it, as the perfume and talc that she had so carefully laid down now clung to the air like so many lapping tongues.
Jamie still had that same smirk on her face, and it only made her sexier in Belle's eyes. She always thought Jamie one of the more attractive potential sluts in the office.
"Now, Jamie, why don't you sit down on the side of the bed, and just relax."
"All right. If you think you know what you're doing."
"Don't worry, darling...." There was that same word again. Funny how domination had it's own dialogue...."I know exactly what I'm doing, and I know exactly what you'll be doing. To the very last movement, bitch."
Those last words bit into Jamie, sending a flurry of heat waves down her spine. She'd never heard her boss talk in that manner, in that tone of voice, with that type of language.
She loved it.
Jamie sat where she was told. Belle, with a wicked smile on her face that said more about her intentions than perhaps anyone might have wanted to know, went to her dresser drawer and retrieved a length of clothesline that she'd put there earlier. It was purchased originally for hanging clothes up in her bathroom, to let them dry naturally, but now she had a much better use for it.
"Put your hands behind your back, Jamie," Belle said, in a soothing, seductive, stroking tone of voice. Jamie did as she was told.
In a flash, Belle had put seven turns of the rope around the girl's wrists, so that they formed a neatly wrapped restraint, finished off with a double hitch knot, making it virtually impossible to escape. The more struggling against this type of bond, the tighter it usually got.
Belle then went into the bathroom and filled a large quart container with warm watet. She returned and began to pour the water over Jamie's bonds. Belle knew that as the water evaporated, the bonds would automatically become tighter, and even more restrictive. She was out to make Jamie; to turn her and reduce her to a total, whimpering slave, before the night was out.
"Comfortable?" Belle asked, with a soft, mocking tone in her voice. Jamie, whose smile was now starting to recede, shook her head yes.
"Good," Belle said. "Stand up."
Jamie did as she was told. She was led to the other side of the bedroom, where Belle produced a wood stool. The stool was kept in the closet, and used by Belle for things like changing light bulbs. Now, though it was to take on a much more interesting, and useful role.
She commanded Jamie to stand in front of it.
Jamie did, and Belle went behind her, moved the stool a little to the side-these actions designed to keep Jamie a little confused and less-well oriented-and undid the buttons at the back of Jamie's dress.
Jamie said nothing, as, once the garment was loosened, Belle pushed it over the front of her the girl's arms and, down, so that it hung like a loose frock, held up by the bound wrists from behind.
Next, Belle squatted down and picked up the skirt from the bottom, so that it was tucked up around the waist. Belle was thrilled to see that Jamie had worn no underwear of any kind. There was no doubt now that this was exactly what Jamie was hoping for when she ran over to meet Belle.
"Sit,". Belle said, sounding as if she were commanding her French Poodle to go down on it's haunches.
Jamie moved back slightly, and found the stool which Belle had moved back into place.
Once on the chair, Belle went swiftly and assuredly to work on the woman. She looped the rope around Jamie's neck a couple of times, so that the girl would understand that she wasn't to move very much later on, when she would most-likely not be able to contain herself very well. She brought the end of the loop down behind, to meet the wrists, bound still under the expense of red dress. There, she secured that length of rope, forcing Jamie to sit up tall. Any slumping would put pressure on her neck. Belle wanted her beauty slave to be erect!
Now, she came around the front, and gently lifted one of Jamie's legs, pushing it wide to the side and around one of the legs of the stool, so that she could tie the ankle in such a position as to make sure it was wide and immobile. Then she did the same to the other side.
When she was finished, she surveyed her work.
"Very fine," she said, putting a couple of fingers under Jamie's very pretty chin, and moving them back and forth. "So, darling, how do you feel now?"
"Lovely," Jamie said, more softly than Belle had ever heard her sound before. "Just ... lovely...."
Belle surveyed her work. It made her pussy wet to see her friend, the same woman who sat day after day in her office, so efficiently answering the phones, sitting here in her bedroom nude and bound, made to sit erect, with her legs spread apart and her very bushy pussy wide open for any and all comers.
"Now, darling, I just want you to relax," Belle said, moving up close to the girl, and putting her arms around her waist, she looked deeply into the eyes of her captive, and without saying anything else, planted a long, deep kiss into the mouth of Jamie.
She liked the feel of the girl's thick, lush lips on her own, and enjoyed the feel of her body as she pressed her own into it. Belle was still in her robe, and intended to keep it on for awhile. Seeing her nude, she decided, was a privilege Jamie was going to have to earn.
When she took her mouth away from the girl, she looked again into her eyes, and noticed that now, Jamie's face was turned a deep crimson. Belle wondered if she'd ever been kissed by a woman before. She was sure she'd never been tied up. There are some things you can just tell about women. Especially other women.
Slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on Jamie's, so much so that the woman tried to turn away, feeling too intensely Belle's gaze, Belle began to run her hands over the other woman's breasts. When she saw Jamie turn away, she sternly moved her face back to hers, and gave the woman a hard, unexpected slap across her cheek.
"OH!" Jamie said, not expecting that. Belle's fingers left a huge imprint on the girl's face. This was followed by a stern warning. "If you take your eyes off me again, it won't go well for you, my dear," Belle said. "Understand?"
Jamie slowly shook her head yes.
Belle was delighted. This was going to be an excellent student for her to train. Just excellent!
Belle now returned to her breast massage tactics that she was about to begin in earnest. When her hands finally went to Jamie's lovely, full and yawning breasts, she could hear the audible sigh let out by her captive.
"Aaaahh...." Jamie said, slowly, with her mouth dropping open, and her eyes obediently fixed on Belle's.
"There ... there, now ... doesn't that feel wonderful?" Belle asked, and Jamie, her voice hoarse now from lust, tried her best to answer.
"Yes...."
"Yes, what?" Belle herself had learned her lessons well, and was delighting in passing them on. "Yes ... mistress...."
Belle smiled. "Very good, darling. For that you deserve a special reward."
Belle now stepped up the actions of her fingers on Jamie's very sensitive breasts, causing the woman to squirm and move about in her chair, all the while keeping her eyes where they were supposed to be. Now, she began to work on the nipples exclusively, squeezing and pinching them, working them up and pulling on them, delighting in their immediate and eager response. Each of them perked up hard and straight, like loaded .22 calibre bullets.
Belle seemed please at their enthusiasm, and still keeping her eyes on Jamie, lowered her wet mouth onto one of them, slowly letting her tongue push up against the tip of the nipple, then brushing it lightly, sending spasm of delight to the trussed Jamie.
"Ooohhh...." Sheila cooed, as she twisted against her restraints; not for anything like wanting to be freed, just from the sheer delight of how delicious Belle's mouth felt on her tits.
Belle went hungrily from one to the other, licking and sucking and eating them, until, within a matter of minutes, she had Jamie effectively undulating in a sitting position, trying, if it was at all possible, to spread her legs even farther than she was already forced to do.
Belle lightly dropped the fingers of one hand to Jamie's ample bush, and began to easily stroke her pussy.
"Jesus," Jamie hissed, as if she were not expecting to wonderful a sensation to coarse through her.
"What is it, Jamie?" Belle asked, a smile on her face and a leer in her voice.
"That feels so ... goood...." Jamie dripped out of her mouth.
"I know...." Belle said.
And then she stopped.
This caused Jamie to snap to attention. She wasn't prepared for this sudden withdrawal of pleasure.
She didn't understand that Belle had something else in mind, than simple stroking. Belle wanted to see Jamie squirm in her seat, and to come with an orgasm so intense she wouldn't know what hit her.
Leaving her captive erect and naked on the stool, Belle went to her drawer and took out her favorite private toy, a very expensive, black vibrator in the shape of a twelve inch cock. It was one of those custom jobs, where the sheath actually looks and feels like human dick, and the vibration is as intense as anything on the market today.
"Jesus," Jamie said, her eyes widening, her mouth watering when she saw the thing. "You're not going to ... mmmffff...." She wasn't able to finish her sentence, because Belle, holding the woman's face in one strong hand, forced the tip of it into her mouth.
"Suck it," Belle commanded. Jamie did as she was told.
Belle loved the way the girl went at it, having to suck on, the vibrating dildo that she knew in a few minutes was going to make her squirm and bounce with joy.
When Belle pulled it out of her mouth, saliva had run down the side of her face, as she had been overwhelmed with the pleasure of sucking Belle's dildo. She could taste the warm, tangy flavor of Belle's pussy on the thing, and knew that it must have lived inside of her love channel for hours on end.
Just like her own did back home.
However, she'd never let anyone see hers, let alone use it on her. She was now panting in anticipation of what promised to be a most delicious experience.
Slowly, Belle tracked the thing down Jamie's stomach, between her tits and on to the small triangle of hair just above her pussy. Jamie's body went into a series of minute mini-spasm, as each movement cause ripples of thrills to rip through her.
Then, quite efficiently, with a smirk of real joy on her face, Belle took the thing away and holding it up to Jamie's face, switched it on.
Jamie could hear the loud ZZZZZ of the vibrator, and watched, in fascination as it moved back and forth in a blur in Belle's hand, it was obviously much more powerful than her own vibrator, and she swallowed hard when she realized she was going to get worked over by this instrument.
Belle, now satisfied that she'd set up Jamie for the final payoff, put a hand down to the girl's pussy, to spread open the waiting, eager lips. She didn't have to probe very deeply to be met with a warm, sticky flow. She liked that. She spread the lips open, and with one deep thrust, pushed the whirring device as far up into the woman's glistening love cunt, causing Jamie to buckle and kick into her restraints, and let out with a very loud, piercing scream.
"AAAAAIIIIII...." It was like nothing she'd ever, ever experienced. Belle quickly withdrew the thing and slapped Jamie once more, hard across the face.
"How dare you make such a noise in my house" Belle said. She went to the drawer and took out a long kerchief, whirling it about a couple of times so it was tight and long, and without saying a word, came around behind the captive girl and gagged her. Jamie tried to move her head to avoid the silken gag, but it was no use. She was now effectively silenced. The shock of the vibrator's power was still reverberating through her. She was afraid she was going to be made to feel it again, and really didn't know if she'd be able to take it. it felt like nothing else in the world. Certainly like no man could ever make her feel. She watched with wide, frightened eyes, as Belle slowly brought the thing home again.
Why, she thought to herself, why did I ever consent to letting myself be tied up in such a disgraceful manner. This woman, she thought now, this woman is going to kill me with pleasure!
A not altogether unpleasant thought.
Belle pushed the humming vibrator back up inside Jamie, this time all twelve inches, causing Jamie's pussy lips to cling to it, like it had glue on it's ends, as the vibrations caused Jamie to shake and kick, and now to start crying, as the tears dripped out of her eyes. Belle had to put one hand on the small of the girl's back as she began to manipulate the vibrator, moving it around, in and out and up and down, from side to side fast, then slow, then fast again, as she slowly worked up her captive into an hysterical frenzy.
It was a good thing she'd secured her as tightly as she had to the stool, otherwise the woman would have been over on the floor long before now.
Then it happened. Jamie lost her voice, threw her head back as far as she could, and even though she was gagged, it was evident that she was experiencing the most intense, the wettest and the longest orgasm she'd ever have in her life.
Seeing this, Belle pushed the vibrator up as far as she could get it, so that just the very end was still visible. Then, holding it in there with her thumb, she lowered her lips to Jamie's outstanding clitoris, and putting her lips on it, sucked it hard and brutally. This was all too much for Jamie, who with one final, muffled shriek of abandoned lust, suddenly went turgid and sweaty all over, with beads of cold sweat pocking her body, just before her head fell forward and slumped in a dead faint.
What a feeling, Belle thought. Fainting from coming. A most delightful, rare experience.
Now that Jamie was out cold, there was no sense in going on. She turned off the vibrator and removed it.
Next, she got a couple of warm towels from the bathroom and toweled down her captive, until slowly, the girl started to come around.
When she did, Belle removed her gag, and kissed her on the mouth.
As if to show her intense, eternal gratitude, Jamie returned the kiss with an eagerness that surprised Belle. She knew the woman had enjoyed this, but she had no idea how much so.
There, there, darling," Belle said. "Are you all right now?"
"All right?" Jamie echoed. "That was the most ... oh, thank you, Belle ... thank you so much...."
Belle petted her face.
"That's all right, darling. This was only the beginning."
She slowly untied her charge, who slumped forward into her arms when she was free.
Belle caressed her for another hour or so, until Jamie felt strong enough to put her clothes back on properly, and get ready to leave, promising that she would always be available, anytime of the day or night, for something as wonderful as this.
By the time they said goodnight, Belle knew they were now more than friends, and would be for a good long time.
Alone now, Belle made herself a drink, and stared out her window. It was a lovely night, she told herself, and one where she knew that both girls would sleep well, each in her own bed, each more than sated.
Belle now knew what it was like to be in charge. She longed now for her phone to ring again, for Carl, to whom she knew she owed so much, to call her for another debasement. She hoped that when he did, the redhead would be there. There was something about a beautiful woman working over another woman that was, well, just about the most exciting thing than one could imagine.
Belle fell quickly and contentedly to sleep.
The next morning was lovely, and Belle decided to wear another of her knockout outfits to work. A black leather skirt, a white top, and of course the garter belt and stockings. She knew that the leather outfit would cause some talk about the office, but she really didn't care. What was important was that if Carl called, she knew that he would appreciate what she was wearing, that he would recognize the true devotion of the slave!
She got to the office on time, and when she walked by Jamie's office, she smiled at her sexy little friend, whose face blushed a deep crimson.
"Would you come into my office, please?"
Jamie shook her head, and, still blushing deeply, followed her boss inside the executive cubicle.
"So, how are you this morning?" she asked.
In response, Jamie, now smirking once more, came over to her boss and put her arms around her, kissing her long and lovingly, pushing her tongue as far down into her throat as she could get it.
"Well, this is delightful," Belle said.
"Mistress," Jamie whispered, "Can I do something?"
"Now, what is that," Belle asked, smiling and stroking Jamie's hair. "Can I ... can I...."
"Come now, darling, don't be afraid, come right out and say it. I won't hurt you."
"I want to ... kiss you ... there...." she said, furiously blushing and burying her face.
"Aawww...." Belle said. "You're so sweet. Of course darling."
Belle lifted herself up on the desk and leaned back on her elbows. She saw Jamie's mouth water as the friend slowly pushed up the leather skirt, the smell of the material acting as an addition aphrodisiac, as if one were needed.
Jamie loved the fact that Belle wore no panties. Her white thighs, contrasted by the blackness of her stockings and garter belt, sent her into a frenzy. She put her mouth on Belle's pussy, and with loud, smacking noises, began to eat her out.
Belle watched in a glazed delight as she saw the girl's head moving around in eager enthusiasm as she sucked and licked her mistress' pussy.
"That's ... right ... lick it, you little slave slut ... lick it all around...."
"Mmmmm ... ffrmmmmmffff...." Jamie said, the animal sounds coarsing through her lips, sending a pleasant buzz into Belle's pussy, until, under the inexperienced but enthusiastic sucking of Jamie, she soon was brought to the edge of orgasm. Then, thrusting a finger up into her mistress' soaking pussy, Jamie brought Belle off in the most delicious way.
All that was needed now was some good hot black cock!
And Belle knew there was an easy solution to that.
Just a phone call away.
Eagerly, she reached for the receiver, her finger trembling as she began to dial. ...
