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     Chapter 292
     
     
     
     
     Laura spent the day pressing her thighs together
surreptitiously on her tingling pussy, remembering last
night and anticipating tonight.  And yet Ada had to beg off.
Around noon she called and said a client had come into town
who needed her attention.  She still hoped they could meet
once more before Louise's return.
     
     Disconsolate, Laura realized that this was all it would
take to make her start thinking sad or troubled thoughts
about Makeeda again.  She needed the distraction that Ada
provided in order to keep those thoughts at bay.  At one
point, taking a brief break and walking around for exercise,
she drifted by Shaniqua's cubicle, hoping at least to pick
up some faint vibrations that would get her mind off
Makeeda.  To her surprise, she found an attractive woman
sitting in Shaniqua's chair, talking on the phone.
     
     Laura lingered.  The woman smiled at her, still talking
on the phone.  As it continued, Laura realized that the
smile was more than a merely friendly smile.  It had a kind
of disguised sexual heat behind it that Laura was very
sensitive to, that she could spot immediately, that she was
never mistaken about.
     
     "You must be Laura," the woman finally said, hanging up
the phone.
     
     "That's right," Laura smiled back.  "You aren't
Shaniqua, though.  I know Shaniqua."
     
     "I know you do.  She told me all about you."
     
     All? Laura wondered.  She and Shaniqua had fucked like
fucking was going out of style during Shaniqua's visit to
San Francisco.  It had taken Laura a little effort to get
her into bed, but once there Shaniqua had displayed an
enthusiasm for girl-girl sex that bordered on the obsessive.
Being beautiful to boot, she had found a willing accomplice
in Laura.
     
     Laura could not help flirting.  This woman, though
completely different from Shaniqua in looks as well as
manner, was very appealing, and the mysterious sexual
undercurrent in her smile that Laura had first noticed did
not disappear.
     
     "I hope it was all good," she said.
     
     The woman let her eyelids droop suggestively.  "It was
all . . . spectacular," she said softly, looking Laura
straight in the eye.  She swung her chair around and pointed
to the other chair in the cubicle.  "Want to sit down?"
     
     "Oh . . . I really don't have time," Laura stammered
nervously.  "I was just walking around to stretch my legs."
     
     "Oh sit down.  You can take a minute.  I'm Marie
Welles, Shaniqua's roommate.  She asked me to check her
messages while she was gone."
     
     She pulled the chair out for Laura, who could now
hardly refuse to sit in it, at least for a few minutes.
Shaniqua might be beautiful, but Marie had a sexual
magnetism that was very blatant and hard to resist.  She
appeared to be about thirty, with a very full figure, large
jutting breasts certainly as big as Ada's thrilling globes,
a very slender waist, and from what Laura could see, since
Marie was still sitting down, swelling hips and a big
bottom.  At this very moment Marie stood up briefly to clear
some binders out of the way of Laura's chair, and Laura saw
her very big and very shapely ass.
     
     As a rule, Laura was not wild about huge posteriors,
being instead wholly enchanted by tight bubble butts like
Jane's and Chanitra's and Dee Dee's.  And yet there was no
way she could ignore the magnificence of this woman's large
ass.  It was proof that a large bottom could also be
beguilingly shapely and curved and luscious, and Laura
realized that she was having a hard time keeping herself
from reaching out with one hand to caress it.  But this was
an office, after all, and she managed to keep iron control
over her impulses.
     
     As if to cover this feverish impulse, she was
excessively polite.  "How long have you two been rooming
together?" she asked.  "I don't remember Shaniqua mentioning
you."
     
     Marie gave her a significant look.  "You know, that's
an interesting question.  I had been trying to . . . shall
we say 'get friendlier' with her?  Long before she took that
vacation to San Francisco.  When she came back, we just . .
. sort of . . . clicked.  Know what I mean?  She was looking
for a place anyway, and she moved in with me a few weeks
later."  Again Marie's dark eyes seemed to pierce Laura to
the quick.  "I guess I have you to thank for that, Laura."
     
     Marie's eyes had a way of burning into yours.  Laura
found herself squirming.  Their conversation was so
obviously sexual, even though on the surface it did not
appear that way, that she found herself even breathing more
rapidly.  She didn't know exactly how to answer this remark
and so changed the subject.
     
     "You work here too, I take it?"
     
     Marie nodded.  "Customer care.  Shaniqua used to work
there.  That's where we met."
     
     "So now you're taking good 'care' of her, right?" Laura
make a lame joke.
     
     Marie smiled indulgently.  It was so dorky, Laura
thought, blushing a little, that both of them suddenly grew
uncomfortable.  On top of that, there was a really anxious
pause, as if neither knew how to continue, though there was
obviously something to be said.
     
     "If you're just hanging out in your hotel room," Marie
finally resumed, "maybe you'd like to drop by for dinner
later.  After all, I'm alone too until she gets back."
     
     It could not have been a more blatant invitation, and
Marie's eyes burned into Laura's again as she said it.
Laura swallowed, staring back.  It was not simply healthy,
straightforward, exuberant, wholesome screwing of the sort
she had had with Shaniqua that Laura was being offered.  And
yet this woman lived with the darling and very wholesome
girl.  Could it be that there was a secret Marie, one she
did not easily divulge to her regular lover but which she
was quite ready to reveal to Laura, a stranger, in a way,
and yet a stranger who had slept with Shaniqua?
     
     It was very intriguing to Laura, as well as shockingly
erotic.  She could barely keep from squirming still more.
"I . . . I think that would be nice," she said, swallowing
again, smiling to cover her sexual excitement.
     
     Marie gave her a bemused half-smile in return, one that
said: I can see you know what kind of dinner I have in mind,
Laura dear.  I hope you're ready for some flames, because
I'm doing everything I can to keep them in check at the
moment.
     
     "Fine," she said, standing up with Laura, as Laura
prepared to leave.  "Did you rent a car?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "I can walk to the hotel.  I
decided not to."
     
     "You can ride with me, and I'll bring you back later.
Meet you at five-thirty?  In the lobby?"
     
     Before driving to her apartment, Marie offered to stop
by Laura's hotel so that she could change, but Laura was too
sexually aflutter and nervous to accept.  When they got
there, Marie herself said she hoped Laura wouldn't mind if
she herself changed.  Laura said of course not and waited in
the living room until Marie reappeared in tight white jeans
and a loose lavender top that draped suggestively around her
firm, jutting breasts, which would have been her finest
feature were it not for her large and magnificently shaped
ass.  Laura had a hard time not looking at it too much.
     
     She was actually quite pretty, too.  Her face somehow
reminded Laura of the twins, Rina and Trina, which of
course, given her feelings about them, was an incentive to
instant lust.  It was animated and friendly, with thick
sensual lips and beautifully smooth dark brown skin, and big
dark brown eyes that were insistent and wide and somehow
burning within from some kind of emotional and sexual hunger
ambiguously swirled together into a potent mix of thrilling
invitation.  They fixed Laura's own eyes with a hot, naked
familiarity that made Laura wonder what in detail Shaniqua
might have told Marie about their encounter.  She tried to
remember it in detail herself to recall whether there was
anything that should embarrass her, and yet all she could
remember was that they had had exuberant, athletic, but
perfectly normal sex.
     
     "It's okay, you can look," Marie cracked with a
sidelong glance at Laura.  She let her eyes drift down, over
her shoulder, to her own ass, so beguiling in her very tight
pants, to let Laura know what she was talking about.  "If
you got it, flaunt it.  Right?"
     
     Laura was so embarrassed to have been caught looking
that she blushed hotly.  "Right," she gulped.  "You got it."
     
     "Thank you," Marie said politely, with a twinkle in her
eye.  "You hungry?  I can cook right now or we can wait."
     
     This was a rather disingenuous question, Laura
realized, for Marie certainly knew what she was hungry for,
and it wasn't dinner.  Marie fixed them each a vodka tonic
and they sat in the apartment's small living room, talking
and letting their eyes burn into each other, both wondering
how long it would take for the undercurrent of sexual desire
to erupt above their polite civility.  The vodka would help
that, Laura knew.
     
     In under twenty minutes, Marie had fallen into a
revealing candor that made imminent physical intimacies
almost inevitable.  Laura could do nothing but listen with
rapt attention.
     
     "I was adopted and raised by white people.  That's why
even Shaniqua finds me a little odd.  I'd be more
comfortable at a Vivaldi concert than a hip hop one.  I like
to go to museums.  I read Jane Austen."  She made a mordant,
satirical face.  "I'm more comfortable in the company of
white people, I guess, even though I'm very proud of my
African heritage."
     
     Laura nodded, afraid to interrupt.  Jane Austen?
Really?  Maybe I should try Jane again, she thought.
     
     "Anyway," Marie went on, "I was married for about six
years to this white guy.  Can you believe that?  Six years?
Anyway, after a while it degenerated into this domination
thing.  He got a big charge out of dominating me, and I
guess I reciprocated.  I mean, I played my part.  He got us
into these swinging scenes where we would do it with other
white couples.  And he ended up getting a big charge out of
watching them-both the men and the women-put me over their
knees and spank my big black ass."  She grinned at Laura,
who she knew had been admiring that same item a few minutes
earlier.
     
     "Sounds a little . . . sick?" Laura interjected, more
to be participating than anything else since she was getting
a little titillation herself from this confession.
     
     Marie nodded.  "A little," she agreed.  "But it turned
out that I got a big charge out of it too.  Especially when
the white women were doing it."
     
     Laura blushed.  She didn't want to but couldn't help
it.  Marie saw her blush and tried to put her at ease.  She
smiled warmly.
     
     "Would you rather I didn't talk about it?"
     
     "Oh, no."  Laura shook her head.  "Please go on."
     
     "Shaniqua doesn't know any of this.  I would never tell
her.  I don't know exactly why.  I just feel I can trust
you.  It helps, I guess, to tell somebody."
     
     "I'm glad you feel that way about me."
     
     "So . . . after my divorce, which happened about three
years ago, I began to lean more toward the lesbian side,
mostly with white women, but a few black women too.  With
the white women I kept wanting to be dominated.  I didn't
tell them . . . I just kept feeling it.  Don't know why.
When I got involved with Shaniqua, I thought maybe it was
gone.  But when I saw you . . ."
     
     Laura swallowed and did not dare to speak for a few
seconds.
     
     "She's very sweet," she said to Marie.  "She probably
wouldn't understand."
     
     Marie nodded.  "She's a little na<ve.  For a while she
was so involved in this space alien thing that I thought I
might have to get help for her.  But then she bounced out of
it into Magic cards and competitions, which is her
compulsion now.  You're right, though.  She's sweet.  Not a
mean body in her wonderful body."
     
     "Maybe it's best you don't . . . tell her."
     
     Marie nodded.  "It's very politically incorrect, I
know," she said.  "Almost embarrassing to admit.  I mean, it
should be the other way around, right?  Don't people hire
black women to be their dominatrix?  That's what I've read,
anyway."
     
     Laura nodded, uncomfortably.  It seemed quite clear
that she was being invited to be the 'white woman' who would
'dominate' Marie.
     
     "Have you ever thought of . . . I don't know . . .
getting help?  Talking it over with, say, a professional?"
     
     "I thought of it," Marie half-nodded, her dark eyes
still burning into Laura's.  "But it seems like a harmless
little desire.  Not serious.  I can handle it.  But I sure
would like to do it."
     
     This veiled request aroused all sorts of troubling
feelings in Laura.  For one thing, the sexual atmosphere had
become electric while they were talking of it.  Or rather,
while Marie was talking of it, since Laura remained almost
silent, nodding and biting her lip and trying to control her
blushes.  For another, she didn't know in detail what Marie
was suggesting-just a little hot spanking of that marvelous
bottom? more?-but if it involved what she suspected it did,
she had renounced that pretty thoroughly when putting Karen
and Earlene behind her and was reluctant to resurrect it and
all the twisted, exciting feelings that went with it.
     
     Perhaps Marie intuited her ambivalence, for she
scrutinized Laura's face and finally asked, "How do you feel
about all that?"
     
     Putting Laura on the spot.  Laura chewed her lower lip
even more and twisted her fingers.  "I guess . . . there's
nothing wrong with it . . . if you get a kick out of it.
Who's hurt by it?"
     
     Marie's eyes glimmered with humor.  "Me, I guess.  I
mean, that's the point."
     
     Uh oh, Laura thought.  I'm getting in deeper than I
want to.  Nevertheless, she was unable or unwilling to draw
back.  She looked directly, deeply, into Marie's big brown
eyes.  "Okay . . ."  Cutting to the chase.  "What exactly
did you have in mind?"
     
     Marie gave her a sexy smirk and stood up from her
chair, beckoning Laura with her head.  "Come on, let me show
you something."
     
     Laura stood and followed her into one of the back
bedrooms, both dimly lit with curtains drawn, but this one
looking lived in, slept in, the other neat as a pin, clearly
Shaniqua's, who was currently out of town.  Laura's eyes
lingered on the half-made queen size bed, where she knew
they would soon be doing something together, whether it was
'domination' or not.  Marie went to the closet and took down
a box from the overhead shelf.  She brought it to the bed
and turned it upside down.
     
     God, everybody has their secrets, don't they, Laura
thought.  Just like me.  Out of the box fell several coils
of rope, in many colors; synthetic fiber rope, one coil red,
another dark blue, another white, another yellow.  Color
coded rope, Laura smiled.  There was also a ball gag with a
one-strap harness, and a shiny black strap-on dildo of just
average size.  There were no whips, clamps, handcuffs, or
any other alarming devices.  Laura began to breathe easier,
though there was still a strong impulse in her to draw Marie
aside and say, Look, why don't we just forget all this crap
and get naked together on this bed?  I'm sure we can both
find ways to please each other without the rougher stuff.
     
     Instead of saying it, she acted The Innocent.  "So . .
. what do you do with all these things?"
     
     "You're kidding," Marie said, deadpan.
     
     Laura grinned.  "Maybe a little.  I guess I mean . . .
what do you like?  What gives you that charge you were
talking about?"
     
     Marie smiled and picked up the coil of red rope.  "Want
me to tell you in detail?"  Clearly she thought it was cute
of Laura to be so embarrassed over this.  "Spell it out?"
     
     Laura nodded nervously.
     
     Marie's smile turned warmer, more friendly and more
intimate in the same instant, as if she could appreciate
Laura's discomfort but knew it also masked an intense
fascination and arousal.  "I'll tell you the sequence I
fantasize about all the time.  How's that?"
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     Marie uncoiled the red rope she was holding and
playfully looped it loosely around one of her jutting
breasts.  The rope slipped easily away since her top and her
bra kept it from surrounding her breast.  She grinned at
Laura.
     
     "Breast bondage.  Just tie them up a little.  Not too
tight.  Actually, I've only done it myself so I don't know
how I'd feel if someone else . . ." she looked deliberately
at Laura, "were to do it to me.  Tie them up.  Pinch and
slap them a little.  Not real horrible pain.  Just pinch and
slap a little.  Be mean."
     
     "Anything else?" Laura inquired, almost scientifically.
"Lick?  Kiss?"
     
     Marie grinned again.  "Of course.  But be mean."  She
glared significantly at Laura.
     
     The message was: Playing and kissing is okay, but I
need to be subjugated and roughed up to get the maximum
pleasure out of this, understand?  Laura did understand and
again was a little uneasy.
     
     "Next . . ." Marie continued, dropping the red rope on
the bed and picking up the yellow one, "hogtied.  Spanked
hard."  She picked up the strap-on dildo, which was thick
and coal black and shiny.  "Raped in the pussy, then fucked
hard in the ass.  Be mean," she said again, her breath
growing quicker as she riveted Laura with her eyes.  "Use
the 'N' word.  Call me degrading names.  Be as mean as you
can."
     
     Laura realized she was also breathing more heavily too,
and she could feel her pussy moistening during this
conversation.  "Does all this . . . make you come?" she
asked bluntly.  She felt like she probably knew the answer,
having come unbelievably in similar circumstances.
     
     A half-grin tugged at the corner's of Marie's sensual
mouth.  "I don't know," she confessed softly.  "Nobody's
ever done it to me yet.  But I've done a little of it by
myself . . . when I'm alone . . . and twice I came so hard
it took me almost half an hour to recover."
     
     This kind of conversation made Laura absolutely hot,
and she could see it was having the same effect on Marie.
Laura didn't know how much more of this exciting, agonizing
delay they could take.  She smiled at Marie.
     
     "Can I kiss you before we begin?" she said, again
bluntly.  "I like to kiss.  You have an enchanting mouth."
     
     Marie actually gave a tiny, nearly inaudible gasp, as
if she had not thought Laura would accept the invitation.
Then she smiled demurely, like a fresh young maiden, so
different from the woman who had just been describing how
she liked to be tied up and roughed up.  Laura's compliment
coupled with her willingness took Marie by surprise.
     
     "Thank you," she said softly.  "Kissing is for
afterward.  I want you to . . . slap me instead."
     
     "Are you sure?"
     
     Marie slowly nodded, her dark eyes now pulsing with hot
sex as she knew that Laura was giving in, that it was about
to happen.  "I'm sure."
     
     Laura's hand flashed out before either of them expected
it.  In a bold, disturbing move that startled and
electrified both of them, she gave Marie a quick, stinging
slap across the cheek with the flat of one palm.  It was
such a hard slap that Marie's head swiveled briefly to one
side.  When she turned it back, Laura could see the water
that had sprung up in her eyes.
     
     Laura was frightened at having initiated all this too
quickly.  We didn't even come up with a safe word or
anything like that, she thought.  What am I doing hitting
this lovely girl?  I want to just take her to bed and fuck
her.  I don't want to hit her.
     
     But Marie was smiling through the glimmering tears.
"Yes," she said, panting roughly.
     
     "Take off your clothes . . . bitch," Laura said, a
little tentatively.  "I'm going to tie you up and teach you
a lesson."
     
     Marie could sense her hesitation, despite the slap.
"Are you really?" she snapped, almost testily.
     
     Laura realized that this was part of the charade.  She
felt her back stiffening.  "You want me to slap you again?
To prove it?"
     
     Marie didn't answer but grabbed her loose lavender top
at the bottom with the fingers of both hands and lifted it
slowly up over her head, making an effort not to muss her
hair, which Laura thought was a charming touch since they
were in minutes going to be undertaking a sharp and
unpredictable sexual struggle that would leave both of them,
or at least Marie, disheveled and helpless.  Marie tossed
the top across the room onto the floor.  Under it she was
wearing a simple white bra, which encased the large gourds
of her thrilling breasts.  They were about the same size as
Ada's, which was to say, big.
     
     Laura had no special love for large breasts, but having
spent the past night burying her face in Ada's bountiful
mounds and feasting on her shiny black bulbous nipples, she
found herself wanting to push her mouth into the deep
cleavage she suddenly was staring at.  Marie's upper body
had not an ounce of fat on it but was still very full and
voluptuous, and her breasts thrust out proudly.  She was
clearly proud of them, too, and smirked at Laura's stares.
Without speaking, she reached behind her with both hands and
unfastened the clasp.
     
     "Wow . . . I'll bet Shaniqua loves those," Laura said
under her breath as she watched Marie's bra slide down her
arms and into her hands, which discarded it in the same
direction as the lavender top.
     
     Her full dark breasts jiggled only slightly as she
flung it.  They were indeed shaped like gourds and reminded
Laura a little of the incredible breasts of Bernice,
Cecilia's friend, except that unlike Bernice's, and Ada's,
Marie's nipples were not coal black but instead dark
umber/caramel in hue.  They were also not puffy like Ada's
but had wide, flat areolas and springy thick centers that
Laura longed to touch with the tip of her tongue.
     
     Marie grinned, watching Laura's eyes lovingly devour
her naked breasts.  "She . . . enjoys them," she murmured.
She reached down to the bed and grabbed the coil of red
rope, holding it up to Laura, her dark eyes throbbing with
meaningful insistence.
     
     Laura, having briefly forgotten her role in the rapt
contemplation of Marie's gorgeous naked breasts, snapped
back into her function.  "Take it all off," she demanded,
indicating Marie's pants.  "Everything."
     
     Again, smirking, Marie dropped the rope on the bed and
unzipped her tight white jeans.  She inched them down her
thighs, watching Laura's eyes.  The pulse was beating in
Laura's throat.  She watched the hard brown flesh of Marie's
thighs slowly come into view, then felt her pulse accelerate
even more as Marie turned to display more of her ass as the
pants slid down below it.  She was wearing a pale blue
thong, which left nothing to Laura's imagination.
     
     Marie's ass was a magnificent sight, enough to make
Laura's blood pound.  It was curvaceous and round and fleshy
but also firm and opulent, a gorgeous swelling feast of dark
brown globes that made Laura itch to touch it, to kiss it,
to bite and suck it.  This was exactly what Marie wanted her
to do, and she tantalized Laura while removing the thong,
gyrating her fantastic ass in slow, circular motions as she
peeled the gauzy cloth away, watching Laura's eyes.  Laura
realized that something complicated was going on here, since
she had been offered the job of dominatrix and yet she was
being seduced into it very cleverly by Marie's subtle
striptease.
     
     Finally, Marie stepped out of the thong too and was
completely naked.  She turned to Laura, her hands on her
hips, looking wildly desirable.  Again Laura simply wanted
to drag her down on the bed and fuck her brains loose,
forgetting entirely about the 'domination' game.  Marie
could see it in her eyes and, to forestall it, reached down
for the red rope again, which she handed to Laura.
     
     "I'll feel silly doing this if I'm dressed," Laura
swallowed nervously.
     
     Marie smirked again.  The way her eyes were throbbing
and pulsing was a deep turn-on for Laura.  "Want to get down
to your underwear?  I think that'll make it even hotter for
me.  You're not exactly . . . shall we say . . . homely?
You look like a super model.  In fact, I could even think of
the one you look like, if you give me a minute."
     
     "We . . . haven't got a minute," Laura panted softly,
hurriedly shedding her outer garments, leaving on only her
bra and panties.
     
     Marie was right.  Laura in only her underwear made it
hotter than ever, for both of them.  As if by clairvoyance,
knowing this was going to happen, she had worn black lace
panties and a bra to match.  Marie's eyes widened when she
saw them, and feeling her eyes on her body made a stab of
hot sexual electricity zing through Laura's flesh.
     
     She reached out and took the coils of red rope from
Marie's extended hand.  She put the two ends together in
order to find the halfway spot, so that each end would be of
equal length, then looped a loose coil around one of Marie's
large, jutting breasts.  Marie nearly flinched at this,
probably, Laura reasoned, because she knew it was actually
going to happen, and now.  This loop did not fall away, as
the earlier one had, since Laura tightened it just enough to
stay, and it was easily held in place by the taut round
globe of Marie's breast.  Then she looped another coil on
top of it.
     
     "You want more than two?" she looked into Marie's eyes.
     
     "Make it three," Marie said softly, already panting.
     
     "We don't make them too tight," Laura said, as she
proceeded, "because we don't want to cut off the
circulation, which makes these beautiful boobs numb and
takes the fun away."
     
     "You've done this before," Marie said, again softly,
her words broken a little by her panting.  "I knew it.  I
could tell."
     
     "God, I hope not," Laura grinned.  "I hope you don't
mean I look like a sexual sadist in my work clothes."
     
     Marie shook her head.  "I didn't mean that.  It was
some deep . . . intuition I had."
     
     Laura knotted the rope, leaving enough to attach it to
the coils she would now loop around Marie's other breast,
using the other half of the rope she had measured out at
first.
     
     "If you're that intuitive," she half-teased, "you would
have seen that I really didn't want to get into this again.
Ever."
     
     Marie nodded.  "I did see it.  I just thought I could
talk you into it."
     
     "Speaking of talking," Laura said, lifting up the other
end of the red rope, "I think we ought to come up with a
safe word.  You know, if you say the word, I stop?  So we
don't go too far?"
     
     Marie shook her head.  She reached down to the mattress
and picked up the ball gag, dangling it in Laura's face.
The bright shiny yellow ball that went in your mouth looked
especially obscene and menacing somehow.
     
     "I want you to go too far.  I trust you.  I know you
don't want to hurt me.  I want you to hurt me just a little
more than you're willing to.  You'll be able to tell.  When
it's right, I mean."  She looked straight and deep into
Laura's eyes.  "I trust you.  You'll know."
     
     Laura looked grim.  "I'm glad to know you have so much
confidence and trust in me," she said, also softly.  "I wish
I trusted myself as much as you do."
     
     "I trust you," Marie repeated.
     
     Laura began to wrap the coils around Marie's other
beautiful naked breast.  When she was finished, she linked
the knots from both sides in the center.  The remaining rope
hung in two strands down from the underside of Marie's
entrapped and now slightly swollen breasts.  Her areolas
were shiny and taut.  The thick center stubs of her nipples
stood up longer than ever.  She and Laura looked at Marie's
breasts, fascinated.
     
     "Do they hurt?" Laura murmured.
     
     Marie shook her head slowly.  "They feel wonderful.
They feel ready."
     
     Here, Laura realized, came the hard part.  She enjoyed
the tying.  She would probably not enjoy the hurting, and if
she did a little, she would hate herself for enjoying it.
Still, Marie's two imprisoned globes were about as beautiful
as anything ever got, all round and swollen and shiny, the
skin taut, Marie's nipples bursting and hard.  Laura raised
her hands to them and cupped them, feeling Marie's jutting
nipples push into her palms, then squeezed each taut globe,
not roughly, but then, when Marie panted a little, harder.
     
     "You have such beautiful breasts," she murmured to
Marie.  "It's such a pity I have to . . . pinch them like
this."
     
     Her palms were coned over Marie's splendid, swollen
breasts, and she pulled them away slowly, dragging her
fingers down to the girl's protruding nipples, which she
then pinched fairly hard, using all her fingers.
     
     "Annhhhyyiii!" Marie suddenly yelped, tears again
springing quickly to her eyes.
     
     Laura wanted to ask if she had pinched too hard but saw
the fiery pleasure in Marie's eyes, despite the tears, and
knew she had delivered what Marie was hoping for.  To
deliver an extra little stab of pleasure, she twisted both
of Marie's nipples, which were still pinched by her fingers.
     
     "Unnnnn!" Marie half-grunted this time, her eyes
throbbing wildly as they caught Laura's.  This time a few
tears slid down her cheeks.
     
     Laura knew that if they continued this very long, they
would never get to the rest.  She wanted to pull Marie down
on the bed and suck and pinch her luscious, entrapped
breasts until Marie was completely devoured by her need to
come and would submit to Laura's tender rape.  She realized
she would have to cut this short, postpone it until later,
and yet she recalled in the back of her mind that Marie had
said she wanted her tied up breasts to be slapped too.
     
     Immediately, she released Marie's thick, hard nipples
from her fingers and with her right hand began to spank both
distended globes sharply.  Since Marie's large breasts were
immobilized by the tight coils of rope and could not sway or
move under Laura's blows, they absorbed a direct hit from
the flat of Laura's palm each time.  This, Laura quickly
realized, was something you could not do to yourself, and
Marie's reaction confirmed it.  As she watched Laura
spanking her strangled breasts, her sexual arousal seemed to
mingle with something like pleasurable panic, and her
breathing became punctuated by tight whimpering and mewling.
     
     "Ohnnnngg!  Mmmnnggeee!  Oh!  Oh!  Nnnggyyiii!"
     
     She quivered, and Laura could see her body dip slightly
as a weakness hit her knees.  God, she really knows what
she's talking about, Laura thought.  This stuff really gets
her going.
     
     Laura, loving to suck, wanted to bend her mouth to
these strangled beauties she was slapping, but she did not
dare.  It'll make her almost come, and I won't be able to
stop.  Instead, she adopted the gruff, dominant manner that
was expected of her and pushed Marie down face first on the
bed.
     
     "Down!" she commanded.  "I'm going to make you pay.
I'm going to make you suffer."
     
     She tried very hard to be convincing, though it sounded
a little silly to her.
     
     "Oh . . . Laura . . .please!" Marie grimaced.
     
     But it was unclear whether she meant 'Please stop' or
'Please do it even harder'.  Laura grabbed the yellow rope
and began to truss Marie's ankles with it.  Halfway into
roping them together, she realized that she would not be
able to spank or otherwise manhandle Marie's beautiful large
bottom if Marie's wrists were tied to her ankles; that is,
if she were hogtied, as she had requested.
     
     "We're going to have to change this a little bit,
darling," she said to her, aware that she was panting pretty
heavily herself.
     
     "Oh Laura!" was all that Marie could say, looking back
over her shoulder as Laura unwrapped her ankles and began
again, this time tying one wrist to one ankle, then the
other two the same way.
     
     Shoot, this isn't so hard, Laura reflected as she wound
the rope.  It wasn't at all like her experiences with Karen,
or Earlene.  Marie didn't want to be actually hurt so much
as pushed around and roughed up a little by Laura.  I can do
that, Laura thought.  I can boss her around and shove her
and pinch her a little, if that's what it takes to make her
come hard.
     
     The only thing she had to watch out for, apparently,
was becoming so sexually aroused herself by the sight of
Marie's gorgeous, voluptuous body encased in coils of rope
that she had to come desperately herself, which she realized
she was feeling now.  Marie was lying face down on the
mattress, her bulging breasts completely harnessed by the
red rope Laura had earlier wound around them, and now her
wrists tied individually to each ankle.  Working slowly and
methodically, Laura now drew the remaining strands of the
red rope down between Marie's thighs, then up over her
shoulders, then down again so that she could coil them
tightly around the girl's slender waist.
     
     Perhaps realizing that she had got more than she had
even imagined, Marie was now shaking uncontrollably and
moaning softly.  For the first time Laura could see the wet,
inflamed furrow of the girl's festering black pussy under
the large, swelling moons of her spectacular ass.  Without
even a moment's thought, Laura let the flat of one palm fly,
smacking it sharply into one jouncy, opulent cheek.
     
     A visible shudder gripped Marie's tightly trussed body.
"Oh god!  Unnhhhh!"
     
     The feel of her firm, resilient buttock impacting
Laura's palm stirred the flames in Laura's pussy almost
equally.  Oh god, what a beautiful ass! she found herself
thinking.  I am going to spank you so hard, honey!  She had
a little experience at this, having spanked Deshona, Randi,
Jane, even Dawn, and she now knew how hard to do it without
being truly brutal.  The trick was to do it just hard enough
to stir the flames and make them flare up wildly, and she
could not help pinching and twisting the taut flesh of
Marie's incredible ass now and then also as she spanked it.
     
     Marie went wild, writhing and pushing her face into the
sheet, whinnying almost hysterically and clenching her body
and shimmying her ass up into Laura's punishing hand, which
was hard to do in her twisted, contorted position.  She was
getting exactly what she had wanted, and Laura made sure
there was nothing lacking.  She whacked Marie's beautifully
shaped big brown ass mercilessly, sometimes pausing to run a
long forefinger up and down the crack between Marie's
beautiful large buns before striking them again fiercely
with the flat of her palm.
     
     Marie began squealing, grimacing and squirming
hysterically.
     
     "Unnmmggeeee . . . oh shit . . . ohnnmmgggnnnneeee  . .
. oh Laura . . . oh!  Oh . . . shit!  Oh god, yes!
Unnngggeee!"
     
     Pausing, Laura filled her hands with the firm,
round-and now very warm, from being pummeled hard- globes,
squeezing and pinching Marie's incredible ass while she
pondered her next move.  "Time for the gag, honey," she
murmured, leaning forward over Marie's back, her hands still
on Marie's inflamed ass, squeezing her cheeks roughly.
     
     Marie nodded wildly.  "Yes!"  She craned her neck to
look back over her shoulder at Laura, her eyes reddened and
flashing with the fury of a scorching sexual fire that was
burning throughout her body. "Quick!"
     
     Laura snatched up the yellow ball and strap and, with
Marie's eager compliance, had it fastened in place in under
twenty seconds.  The sight of Marie's mouth filled with the
obscene yellow ball was unmentionably revolting to Laura,
and yet sharply erotic too in ways that reminded her of the
emotional dangers of such practices.  You could get to like
it too much, as Marie clearly did.  Her eyes were now
roiling and flaring with an overheated sexual need that
would permit nearly anything if it brought her release.  And
yet, Laura knew, having been there herself, she wanted
release to be postponed indefinitely.
     
     Taking advantage of this desire, Laura rolled her onto
her side, since because of the way her wrists and ankles
were roped together it was nearly impossible for Marie to
roll onto her back, and hungrily assaulted again the bulging
gourds of her strangled breasts.  Again she pinched and
twisted Marie's bursting, shiny umber nipples, then began to
suck them, and not gently either, sucking hard, letting
Marie feel the edges of her teeth in her swollen areolas,
lashing the jutting center stubs with her tongue, while her
fingers bit into the firm swelling balloons of Marie's buns.
     
     Marie nearly went crazy, whimpering into the gag and
thrashing around, as much as her trussed body would permit.
     
     "Mnnneeeee!  Nnnngggeeee!  Mrrrnnneee!"
     
     Laura squeezed and sucked her beautiful, engorged
breasts with a frenetic and unwavering passion, almost not
believing her own hunger for them, sucking Marie's nipples
until they were wet and hard and fiercely erect.  At the
same time, though Marie had never mentioned it when she was
describing what she wanted earlier, Laura dropped one hand
to the girl's dripping, oozing, puckering pussy, rubbing it
heatedly, finding the nub of Marie's erect clit with her
fingers, a nice big one, and massaging it roughly, which
aroused frantic gyrations in Marie's pelvis, and clotted,
urgent whimpering deep in her chest.
     
     Oh, I've got to fuck this girl, Laura realized.  She
wants to come so bad.  She will come, she'll probably just
spontaneously combust, if I don't do something to bring her
off soon.  "Oh honey . . . oh honey, you need it," she
panted to Marie, again turning her onto her stomach before
reaching for the strap-on dildo Marie had provided earlier.
     
     In a flash she was into the harness and steadying the
large shaft with her hand.  She realized that Marie had not
provided any lubricant, and though the girl's pussy was
flooding with fuck juice, since she also wanted to be fucked
in the ass, polished off that way, as it were, a little oil
would come in handy.  Since Laura always carried a small
bottle in her purse, she had it out in seconds and placed it
beside them, beside Marie's writhing, squirming body.  Marie
was quivering and flexing almost maniacally now, so consumed
by sexual need that she was nearly mad with it.
     
     Laura knew the feeling.  Oh . . . I'm going to fuck
you, darling, she thought, positioning herself between
Marie's spread thighs, lowering the thick black dildo,
guiding it with her fingers toward the deliciously puckered
wet pink flower of Marie's long open pussy.  I'm going to
fuck your sweet pussy and then fuck your ass so hard you die
of coming.  I know that's what you want.  Here it comes.
     
     For an added touch, knowing it would thrill Marie, she
leaned forward over the girl's beautiful, contorted back and
whispered in her ear.  "I'm going to fuck you now . . . you
lovely black bitch, you cunt.  I'm going to fuck your pussy
and your ass until you beg me to stop."
     
     "Mmmnngggnneeee!" Marie whinnied frantically in
response, her dark eyes glazed with unbearable lust and need
as she turned her face to glance back at Laura.
     
     In response, Laura spanked her beautiful big ass hard
again with the flat of her palm, though it was difficult at
close range to make it sting they way she had done earlier.
But Marie whinnied and writhed nevertheless, and Laura was
encouraged to keep it up, whacking her a few more times,
pinching and twisting the hard, resilient, round flesh with
her fingers, working them both into a real lather.
     
     Marie's pussy was so wet and greasy that the thick
black dildo slid easily into it.  Laura guided it with her
fingers and pushed it with her hips until she felt it sunk
completely in the girl's tight honey pit.  Marie seemed
delirious with fierce pleasure, her body again clenching and
quivering as Laura began slowly to fuck her.
     
     "Oh yes, I'm going to fuck you, you bitch," she
repeated, knowing how words could often inflame the
sensations, especially when they were this intense, and the
buildup had been so keen.  "Feel me fucking you?  Unh!"  She
lunged forward, jabbing the dildo deep into Marie's pussy.
"Unh!  Ungghh!"
     
     The third time she held it again with her fingers and
really pierced Marie's pussy deeply with it, lunging forward
hard.
     
     "Ommhhngggnnneee!" Marie groaned, wincing as the dildo
crammed her cunt full and made her shudder.
     
     After this sharp lunge, Laura tapered off a little,
settling into a more gentle rhythm, in and out, in and out,
but pinching Marie's splendid round buttocks again with her
fingers, twisting the firm flesh, watching the effect it had
on Marie, which was to make her whimper and gyrate her ass
back into Laura's hands, her face grimacing as the tempo of
fucking began again to accelerate.  Soon Laura was fucking
her and pinching and twisting her fleshy ass with the same
relish, faster and more roughly, and Marie was squirming and
mewling almost deliriously under her thrusts.
     
     Laura, still aiming to deliver what Marie had
requested, remembered that she had said she really wanted to
be raped hard in the pussy before being fucked in the ass.
By now Laura was slamming her.  She had feared that she too
might really get into this in a fever once it got underway,
and now she could feel her frantic lust filling her whole
body as she stabbed the shiny wet black dildo deep into
Marie's pussy repeatedly, straightening up a little to watch
Marie's abnormally large vulva clinging to the wet black
shaft as she drew it out, then plunging it deep into her
vulnerable cunt once more, putting all her force behind it.
     
     Marie, though she was clearly enjoying the punishment,
was suffering from it too.  Now, instead of gyrating and
squirming, she was simply lying there as Laura fucked her,
her ass slightly uptilted as Laura had placed it to have
more leverage, to be able to slam the cock down into Marie's
inflamed slit as powerfully as possible.  She seemed unable
to move but was still whimpering and wincing each time Laura
stabbed the dildo deep into her body.  Laura eased up.  She
was not trying to kill her, after all.
     
     Again she began to fuck Marie slowly and rhythmically,
and Marie seemed to revive at this change of pace.  A brief
smiled of bliss even spread over her face as Laura fucked
her.  Laura took the opportunity provided by this gentler
rhythm to find the baby oil bottle with one hand and quickly
grease two fingers of her other hand.  She probed the tight,
pinched-shut, black ring of Marie's asshole with them,
preparing it for the ultimate invasion.
     
     Marie, knowing it was about to happen, smiled again and
finally opened her eyes, which had been tightly shut while
she was screwing her face down into the sheet, trying to
survive the fuck-pounding Laura had been giving her.  Her
large dark brown eyes were damp and glazed.
     
     "Mmmnnnnn!" she nodded, half-smiling up at Laura, as
far as it was possible to smile with your mouth stuffed full
of a shiny yellow rubber ball.
     
     Laura, though overcome by sharp sexual tension herself
and half-submerged in the mania of fucking she had been
administering to this very attractive woman, smiled back and
tried to resume her role.  I am the dominator, she told
herself, the dominatrix, the punisher.  I am the one on top.
Yes!  She removed her oiled fingers from Marie's tight
asshole and smacked the girl again hard on her beautiful
round ass cheeks, bringing a tight, choked off squeal from
deep in Marie's throat.
     
     "I'm going to fuck your beautiful ass, you cunt, until
you die," Laura hissed at her, trying to sound menacing.
"I'm going to ream you.  I'm going to ream and wreck and
ruin you.  After I'm finished, you won't be able to walk.
Unghh!  Unghh!"
     
     Laura found it absolutely impossible to use the 'N'
word, as Marie had suggested.  She knew Marie wanted it.  It
was part of the debasement experience she was seeking, one
that obviously sent her into paroxysms of weird, twisted,
and intense sexual pleasure, regardless of, or perhaps
because of, its political incorrectness.  But Laura couldn't
bring herself to go that far.  She felt troubled enough
about her own role in this without having to bear the guilt
of using That Word.  I can't.  I just can't, she thought.
     
     The most she could manage was, You black cunt.  "You
black cunt!" she gasped at Marie, spanking her ass hard
again, ripping the wet black dildo into her pussy, watching
Marie wince in pain.
     
     "Mmmnnggee!  Mmnnggeee!"
     
     Laura leaned forward, feeling Marie's tied together
arms and legs on either side of her, pushing her own
breasts, though they were still encased in her black lace
bra, into Marie's naked back, whispering threats into her
ear.  "I love your black cunt, you black cunt!" she hissed.
"I'm going to rape your black cunt . . . unghh!  Unghh!
Unggh!'
     
     "Mmmnnggee!  Mmnnggeee!" Marie squealed, writhing,
grunting.
     
     "And now I'm going to fuck your black ass!" Laura
hissed.  "Your big beautiful black ass.  I'm going to spank
and fuck your black ass until you die of coming!"
     
     Marie nearly went insane at this, squirming and mewling
more heatedly than ever as Laura withdrew the wet dildo from
her pussy and began to introduce it into her now-opened
asshole.
     
     "Hold still, you cunt!  You . . . whore!" Laura shouted
at her.  "You black whore!"  Oh god, you're so beautiful
like this! she thought crazily, wanting to tell this to
Marie instead of the fierce, hateful words she was spewing
out at Marie's request.  You are so incredibly desirable and
gorgeous.  I want to fuck you so bad.
     
     She realized that some part of her thought this was
kind of fun.  Part of her thought it was definitely
appalling, but another part got a big charge out of this
moment, with Marie writhing and whimpering and completely
immobilized and vulnerable under her, while she slowly slid
the shiny, wet black dildo into the girl's tight rectum.  It
went in slowly but steadily, disappearing inch by inch until
Marie's ass was totally filled by it, and Laura's creamy
thighs were pressing directly against the dark swelling
moons of Marie's ass.  She sank it in so deeply that not
even a half-inch of the dildo was visible between their
bodies.
     
     Marie seemed suspended in a sublime seizure of pain
mixed with pleasure so severe and intense that she couldn't
utter a sound but lay snuffling and cawing and groaning as
Laura began to fuck her ass with the dildo.  Laura, who
wondered how Marie could have got this far without coming
already-she knew she herself would have exploded several
times over-knew the girl was about to climax, and could not
hold it back any longer than a few more seconds.
     
     She worried a little about her cramping, too.  Marie's
body was very contorted because of the way Laura had tied
her in order to have backdoor access like this.  Though
Marie had agreed to it and encouraged Laura to proceed, she
could not have known how uncomfortable it would end up
being.  And yet fierce, and forced, discomfort at Laura's
hands was exactly what she desired, and what apparently
aroused her this wildly.  She writhed and strained at the
rope coils, face down on the mattress, her whole body
shaking each time Laura penetrated her ass with the slippery
black dildo.
     
     "Mnnnggg . . . mnngggg!" she hummed into the ball gag,
barely able by now to muster a good squeal, her body
punished by Laura's sexual assault but also straining and
quivering in preparation, Laura guessed, for a crushing
orgasm.
     
     She's got to come, Laura thought.  She can't endure all
this much longer.  I have to make her come.  I can get her
there.  I know I can.
     
     She leaned forward again over Marie's back, burying the
dildo deep in Marie's ass and hearing a delirious gurgle of
pleasure rise out of her chest.  "You're going to come now,
you cunt!" she hissed into Marie's lovely dark brown ear,
encircling Marie's hips now with both hands and running her
fingers into the girl's crotch from below.
     
     Of course she had no trouble finding the gooey,
splayed, warm and greasy mess of  Marie's open pussy with
her fingers.  She began rubbing it rapidly, letting the
fingertips of one hand find Marie's swollen clit, massaging
it mercilessly.  At the same time she shimmied her hips a
little, not really daring to thrust in and out of her ass
for fear the dildo would come loose, but shimmying to make
it move, so Marie could feel how completely impaled she was
on it.
     
     "Come, you black bitch . . ." she panted into Marie's
ear, now fucking her really harder than she ever had up this
moment, even though the strap-on dildo was only moving an
inch or so in and out of Marie's crammed asshole.  You
lovely, exciting black bitch! she wanted to add, but didn't
dare.  "Come now . . . come now!  Ungghh!  Ungghh!"
     
     "Mnnnggg . . . mnngggg!" Marie half-squealed again,
helplessly, tossing her head wildly from side to side.
     
     And then, as Laura had predicted, she was coming, her
orgasm suddenly flowing directly out of her writhing,
groaning, flexing body right behind her choked off squeals
without any other warning.  Even though Laura was already
holding her, still encircling her hips with her arms and
rubbing her pussy hard with her hand, she now had to hold
Marie to be sure she didn't hurt herself, so extreme were
the violent spasms that shook her flesh.  The ropes, she
realized, were a good idea until you got to this moment;
then, they were a bad idea.
     
     Marie was coming so hard it looked to Laura like she
might rip her arms right out of their sockets.  She was
flexing and straining and shuddering, whimpering maniacally
into the ball gag, her cheeks wet with the tears that had
gushed from her eyes, her body rocking and swaying as Laura
held her, feeling the fierce jolts of a shocking orgasm rip
her.  For a brief moment when Marie had started to come,
Laura had got the idea of suddenly pulling her hair too,
which would surely deliver multiple wrenching orgasms to her
that might exceed her wildest dreams.  But now, as she
watched and felt this mass of sexual dynamite going off
under her, she definitely drew back from that idea and
merely held Marie through the never-ending paroxysms of this
savage climax.
     
     "Nngggeeeee . . . ohhmmmnngg . . . nnnggeeeee . . ."
Marie wailed, surging, clenching, her spasms finally slowing
enough for Laura to release her and to try to untie the
ropes binding her wrists and ankles even while Marie was
still fluttering and twitching from the sharp aftershocks
that periodically struck her.
     
     It was not exactly easy to untie someone while she was
still climaxing, especially when you were intimately
connected to her by a long, embedded dildo, but Laura
managed to get the knot loose on one side.  Marie's freed
arm and leg plopped with seeming relief to the mattress, and
she sighed as if the worst killing spasms of her orgasm were
past.  She even turned her head so that Laura could see her
face again, and smiled a little, knowing that Laura was
trying to help.  Laura quickly freed her other arm and leg
too.
     
     "Oh god, honey, let me get that off you so you can
breathe," she murmured to Marie, quickly unfastening the
strap behind her head that held the ball gag in place.
     
     Finally, Marie was free, though Laura's thighs still
pressed up against her large, beautifully shaped ass, and
the black dildo was still buried completely in her tight
little rectum.
     
     "Annggghhh!" she gasped and gurgled, almost
uncontrollably, as if the after effects of her crushing
orgasm were still permeating her body, which they probably
were.
     
     "Oh . . . here . . . I'll take it out . . ." Laura
said, in a burst of solicitude.
     
     "No . . . don't!" Marie gasped.  "Leave it there for a
moment.  I want to enjoy this moment and remember every bit
of it."
     
     Laura smiled and did not move, even though now that the
fucking was finished, at least temporarily, she felt a
little foolish on her knees behind Marie with the strap-on
dildo still attached to her and sunk deep in Marie's body.
Finally, after about a minute or so, Marie began to stir
again.  She looked dreamily back over her shoulder at Laura.
     
     "You are a miracle," she said hoarsely.
     
     Laura shook her head, easing the dildo out of Marie's
splendid ass, now that she knew the precious moment Marie
wanted to enjoy had passed.  It was still hard to keep her
hands off those large, swelling moons, and she caressed them
aggressively even now, watching the greasy, shiny black
shaft slide back out of Marie's tight, puckered ring.
     
     "You are the miracle," she said to Marie, slipping out
of the harness and drying the wet stalk off on the edge of
the sheet.  "All I did was what you asked.  Was I 'dominant'
enough?"
     
     Marie rolled onto her side.  She smiled warmly at Laura
and held up one hand, beckoning her closer.  "We can do the
kissing part now," she murmured.  "I have so much to thank
you for."
     
     Though they had not kissed or embraced yet at all,
Laura came into her arms as if they had been doing it for
hours already, and their mouths met in a slow, expressive
melding of passion.  After all, we just did something pretty
wild together, Laura thought as she felt Marie's fingers
unclasping her bra.  This is a very sweet and sexy woman.
With a fantastic body.  Shaniqua may be out of her league
with this one.  Too bad you go overboard for that domination
thing, darling.  I hope that little binge will be enough to
get it out of your system.
     
     Marie stopped their kiss and pulled back a little so
that she could get Laura's black lacy bra off.  She kissed
Laura's bare shoulders and cupped Laura's small breasts in
her hands.  "You got any requests?" she smiled.  "I mean,
after what you gave me, how could I refuse you anything?"
     
     "Mmmm," Laura purred, watching Marie drop her mouth to
one of her nipples and tease it.  "My request," she said
softly, "is for you to fuck me.  Any way you want to do it.
Just do it."
     
     Marie smiled slyly.  "I feel like I should do even more
than that after what you did for me."
     
     "What you're doing is just fine," Laura panted, her
eyes rolling up as Marie's large, sensual lips closed again
over her sensitive nipple.
     
     Marie, starting slowly but gradually increasing the
heat, cradled Laura's breasts in her palms and sucked
Laura's coral nipples lovingly for a few minutes, until
Laura, already overheated from what they had just been
doing, began to squirm and whimper.
     
     "You know," Marie murmured, lightly pinching Laura's
erect, saliva-wet nipples with her fingers, looking up at
her, "I always wanted to have breasts like these?  I never
really wanted to be white, in spite of my upbringing, but I
always admired white girls' titties.  At least the ones like
yours.  So pretty and upswept, you know?  Not these huge
bazoomas like I've got, with those dark brown humongous
nipples."
     
     Laura smiled down drowsily at her.  "If you don't shut
up I'm going to rape you again," she threatened softly.
"Your boobs are to die for.  I could've swallowed them."
     
     Marie raised one eyebrow.  "Better watch out.  What if
I take you up on it?"
     
     The phrase 'dark brown humongous nipples' sent a hot
little squirt of lust through Laura's already aching pussy,
and she raised her hands to Marie's breasts and twisted them
with a brief frenzy of passion while Marie returned to her
task eagerly.  Laura planned to respond with some witty
remark but was unable to speak as Marie sucked one of her
nipples deep and hard into her warm, wet mouth, much deeper
and harder than before.
     
     This very passion signaled to Laura that they weren't
going to dance around the issue any longer.  Marie knew
Laura needed to come and was about to make it happen.
     
     "Unnhhhh!  Unhhhhh!" Laura gasped, looking down at
Marie's mouth engorged by her breast.  Marie had drawn into
her mouth much more than Laura's nipple and was sucking
hard.  "Unhhhh!  Oh!"
     
     Marie seemed to be very in tune with Laura's body and
knew just what to do to bring Laura to a quick climax.  Her
mouth on Laura's breasts became fierce and heated, and at
the same time she rolled Laura onto her back, swarming over
her, pushing her own warm voluptuous body into Laura's and
dropping one hand to Laura's crotch, where she spread
Laura's very wet cunt lips open and began rubbing her pussy
hard.  They both knew there was a time for slow and easy and
also a time for fast and urgent, and this was the latter.
Laura could do nothing but surrender, not that she wanted to
stop Marie anyway.
     
     In only seconds, Marie had slipped down from Laura's
mouth-mauled breasts to her pussy.  She sucked and tongue-
fucked it hungrily, wasting no time with gentle
preliminaries, but going directly for the money, slipping
two long fingers up into Laura's slit and fucking her
rapidly with them while frenetically lashing Laura's
throbbing clit with her tongue.
     
     "Unhh!  Unhh!  Ohhnnnn!" Laura panted, gyrating her
hips frantically, pushing her pussy into Marie's mouth,
clawing the sheets with her fingers.  "Yes!  Unhhh!"
     
     Then, as if to polish this thrilling moment off with an
extra little dash of spice, she slid one of the long, greasy
fingers she had just been using to fuck Laura's flooding
cunt with quickly, without warning, up into Laura's asshole.
She wriggled and twisted it, sucking Laura's pussy hard and
fucking her asshole rapidly.  Laura exploded.
     
     "Auunngghhh!" she cried out, almost frightened herself
by the fierce, raucous sound of her ecstatic cries.
Remembering, even though she was coming in hot, clenching
spasms that filled her body with sweet honeyfire, that this
was an apartment, much like the one she had once inhabited,
where the sound was likely to carry, she tried to muffle her
next moans but found it impossible.  Marie's busy mouth on
her pussy quickly spurred another sharp cry.
"Annngggghhhhhnnniieeee! Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Her body convulsed and strained, and her pelvis
shuddered, and then almost as quickly as it had arrived, it
fell away.  She was gasping and panting and half-laughing,
embarrassed at her helpless outburst.  "Oh god, I'm so
sorry," she gasped.  "I . . . hope your neighbors didn't
hear me."
     
     Marie, smiling wryly, slowly withdrew her finger from
Laura's ass.  Her thick, wonderful lips were smeared with
Laura's cunt nectars, which she seemed in no hurry to wipe
away.  She shook her head.
     
     "You can't hear much.  I know, because I listen."  She
smiled.  "I try to hear them.  I can get pretty heated up if
I hear somebody doing it in the next apartment.  But I can't
hear much, only a little distant squealing now and then.
You should hear the noise Shaniqua and I make in here.
Nobody ever complains."
     
     "They're probably over there with their water glass to
the wall," Laura grinned at her.  "God, you really . . .
made everything come out beautifully, I can say that.  I
thought I was going to . . . I don't know what.  You made me
come so fast."
     
     They stretched out and embraced, kicking all the ropes
and other apparatus off the bed onto the floor.  To Laura it
seemed the first opportunity she had had to simply run her
fingers over Marie's naked body, without having to worry
about whether she was living up to expectations.
     
     "I'm sorry I called you all those names," she whispered
as they kissed.  "I know you aren't sorry . . . but I am.  I
don't like them.  I think you're very lovely and would like
us simply to make love, you know?  We don't need all that
domination stuff to give each other pleasure."
     
     Marie smiled.  "Speak for yourself, Laura.  I never
came like that in my life.  It just confirmed what I had
known all along, that it would be the top for me."
     
     "Was it really that good?"
     
     Marie nodded.  "You knew just how far to go.  Just how
much to hurt me but not too much."  She quivered visibly and
shut her eyes briefly.  "See?  I can almost come again just
remembering it."
     
     Laura knew it was true.  She was both deeply moved to
have enabled this perfect ecstasy for Marie and again
troubled that she had been the agent of such perverted
pleasure.  You have to learn how to have terrific orgasms
without ropes, honey, she wanted to say, but did not trust
herself.  Anyway, she knew Marie would turn a deaf ear to
it.
     
     The good part for her, of course, was that she had not
thought about Makeeda the whole time.  In fact, thinking of
her now was almost embarrassing.  What would she think of me
if she knew I allowed myself to be talked into this? she
wondered.  If she could've seen me while Marie and I were
doing it?  She would have wanted to vomit.
     
     And yet it was impossible to ignore this warm, sensual,
voluptuous woman whose naked body was everywhere touching
her own, and her thoughts soon veered away from Makeeda and
back to Marie.
     
     "I'll make you dinner, if you'll do it to me again
afterward," Marie said to her, with a devilish grin.
     
     "What's wrong with just a little ordinary screwing?"
Laura pouted.  "I'm not very comfortable being a
dominatrix."
     
     "You're very good at it," Marie murmured, kissing her
again in a sensual, persuasive fashion, pushing her large
naked breasts into Laura's.  "Maybe you missed your
calling."  She paused, caressing Laura's cheek.  "Maybe it's
the fact that you hate yourself for doing it that makes you
so hot at it."
     
     "You are a shrewd psychologist," Laura purred, sucking
her full lower lip.  "Maybe just a little," she conceded.
"Not as rough as before . . . but just a little more."
     
     She realized that both of them were again overheating,
despite the fact that they had each climaxed sharply only
minutes ago.  She could not keep her mouth off those 'dark
brown humongous nipples' Marie had been self-disparaging
moments earlier and dropped her mouth to them immediately,
aware that this probably meant they were going to fuck again
before dinner.  Neither seemed to mind a bit.
     
     Sucking Marie's beautiful big breasts seemed an
entirely different experience this time, except for the way
Marie responded so rapidly and dramatically.  This time,
though still firm and resilient, they were not hard and
bulging due to the tight rope coils, and her large,
protruding nipples were not swollen and shiny but instead
pointed and rigid under Laura's busy lips, and clearly so
sensitive that Marie began squirming and gasping almost
immediately.  Laura held the luscious globes in her hands
and devoured them patiently and thoroughly.  She loved to
suck, and this was now a feast for her painstaking
enjoyment, unhurried by any more urgent agenda.
     
     Still lying on her side, looking down at Laura's mouth
and fingers on her breasts, Marie was clearly enjoying it so
much that she wanted to help.  She raised one hand to her
breasts and held them for Laura, as if to say, Go ahead,
I'll hold them and you do it harder.
     
     "Hhhhh!  Hhhhh!" she breathed roughly as Laura love-
assaulted her dark, erect, wet nipples.  "Bite them," she
panted.  "Just a little . . . bite them, Laura.  Oh shit . .
. oh shit, it feels so good.  I love it when you suck them
hard.  Yes . . . like that!  Unhhhh!  Yes, like that!
Anngghh!"
     
     Laura sucked and lightly bit her large dark brown
nipples until Marie was shaking and whimpering again,
descending quickly into a frantic fuck frenzy.
     
     "Oh honey, they're so beautiful," Laura panted to her,
truly in heaven sucking and mouth-mauling these beautiful
large globes.
     
     "Bite harder . . ." Marie panted back, now twisting and
grimacing deliriously as Laura sucked her large, pointing
nipples harder and harder.  "Bite . . . ohnnnggg!  Yesss!"
     
     But Laura had no intention of letting her come too fast
this way, the second time.  She intended instead to get her
hands and her mouth on that delicious ass before Marie
brought this second passionate encounter to a premature
conclusion by an unexpected orgasm, which seemed very
possible to Laura at this moment, because Marie seemed so
frenzied and out of control already.
     
     "Mmmmm, no you don't," Laura purred to her, laughing
softly, moving her lips to the deep valley between Marie's
magnificent breasts, still massaging her wet nipples with
her fingers but kissing her way again up to Marie's sensual
mouth.  "You're not going to come again so quick and ruin
all my fun.  I want this body.  I want all of it.  I don't
want to tie it up or anything, just kiss it all over and
make you wait."
     
     Marie, though she was very sexually aroused already,
her eyes dilated and pulsing, her body twisting, could not
help half smiling at Laura.  "Now who's the bitch?" she
asked playfully.
     
     "Mmm, I want this body," Laura purred, ignoring her,
kissing her mouth hungrily, running her hands all over
Marie's voluptuous flesh.  "I want this ass . . . this
terrific ass."
     
     Marie knew everybody wanted her ass, and again she
smiled to acknowledge Laura's hunger for it.  "Want me to
roll over so you can have your way with me?"
     
     Laura couldn't help but grin at this agreeable
passivity, which was so in character for Marie, for whom the
prospect of Laura making love to her ass might yet involve a
little spanking, pinching, or biting, the kind of thing that
really got her off.  "I think that would be perfect," she
murmured, running her hands down to the incredible swelling
moons.
     
     Marie eagerly obliged by rolling onto her stomach.  She
looked back over her shoulder at Laura, almost flirting. "I
hope you're not going to make me wait too long."
     
     "Mmmmm, I'm going to make you beg."
     
     And Laura did.  She knew how to do it, had done it
often before, and now had an absolute paradise of beautiful
dark brown flesh to work with to create her masterpiece.  On
top of that, Marie loved to be dominated, subjugated,
manipulated, and otherwise used in the process of a sexual
encounter, and so was the perfect subject for Laura's
artistry.  She started by kissing and caressing her way
slowly down Marie's naked back, from the nape of her neck,
which she had to reach by spreading aside the thick cascades
of Marie's curly hair, to her shoulder blades, to the smooth
valley of her spine, to her delicious curved sacrum.
     
     Now she began kissing the large, swelling moons of
Marie's beautiful big ass.  She began very gently, simply
brushing her lips against the smooth dark brown skin,
feeling the taut, bulging flesh under them, planting the
most exquisitely soft kisses she could, which she realized
aroused both her and Marie, at least at this point, almost
more than rough, aggressive kisses would have.  Her lips
excited Marie especially when  they roamed below her smooth
round cheeks to the creases where they met her upper thighs.
There Laura's fingers gingerly opened the tight dark crack
between them so that she could briefly slither her tongue
into it.
     
     "Oooooohhhhhh!  Ummmmmeeeee!" Marie squealed, half-
laughing, trying not to squirm away as the sensations became
intense.
     
     Marie's moons, though large, were also taut, hard
balls, and so actually getting the tip of your tongue into
her anus, Laura discovered, would require a little more
aggressive intent, which she was willing to postpone.
Instead, she bared her teeth and began gently biting the
smooth, bulging flesh, taking big chunks between her teeth
and gnawing them, until she could feel and hear Marie nearly
going crazy with excitement.  Marie whinnied excitedly and
shimmied her ass back into Laura's face.
     
     "Oh god!  Oh god!  Oh shit . . . I can't take it . . ."
she gasped, her pelvis churning wildly as Laura kept biting.
     
     "Mmmm, you have to take it," Laura purred to her,
"because I'm not stopping or letting you go."
     
     "Oh god, Laura, you make me so fucking horny!" Marie
groaned.  "What did I ever do without you?"
     
     Not knowing how to answer that, Laura kept biting
Marie's smooth, round ass cheeks, also sliding one
forefinger down below them to the smooth perineum between
Marie's burbling, flowing cunt and her asshole, massaging it
purposefully, knowing how sensitive it was in everyone and
how Marie would go wild at this touch.  Marie did.  She let
out a low, half-tortured moan, and her entire lower body
clenched and shuddered.
     
     "Ahhnngggg!  Ohhhh . . . shit!"
     
     Her eyes reddened and glazed, she glowered back over
her shoulder at Laura.  The sexual momentum was becoming so
great that Laura had to back off for a few moments, removing
her finger from Marie's sensitive perineum, and kissing and
licking her gorgeous buttocks instead of biting them.  This
reduced Marie's panting urgency only minimally.  Laura's
hands and mouth were still all over her ass, peppering it
with hot kisses and gentle pinches, and Marie was whooping
uncontrollably and gyrating her large round cheeks back and
up into Laura's assault.
     
     "Oh god, yes!  Oh god, yes!" she gasped, her eyes fiery
as she again caught Laura's.  "Oh god, if you spank me I'm
going to come!"
     
     "Mmmm, that's what you think," Laura teased her.  "I'm
going to make you wait.  I'm going to make you beg."
     
     "I am begging!" Marie cried.  "I am!  Please make me
come . . . now!  Oh, Laura, please!"
     
     Laura merely smiled at her mysteriously and began
biting her ass cheeks again, this time a little harder,
pinching and twisting the hard dark brown flesh in her
fingers and moving her mouth closer and closer to the deep
crack between them, knowing how that would drive Marie crazy
with anticipation.  When she began to pull it open with her
fingers, pulling both of Marie's large round ass cheeks
apart, letting her tongue wander into the upper regions of
the warm dark split, Marie nearly went wild.  She wanted to
be spanked and knew it would make her come, but Laura knew
this would too, and she was in control.
     
     "Mmmmm, I'm going to fuck your pretty ass with my
tongue and make you come," Laura purred to her as she
finally exposed the little dark rosebud between the large,
swelling cheeks of Marie's beautiful ass.
     
     She knew these words would inflame Marie, who began to
quiver and moan as she felt Laura's tongue licking her
moist, sensitive asscrack from top to bottom.  At the
bottom, of course, she arrived again at Marie's perineum and
began licking it vigorously, which drove Marie into near-
paroxysms of sexual pleasure.
     
     "Ummnneeeee . . . ummnneeeee!" she squealed, her whole
pelvic girdle shaking wildly, threatening to expel Laura
from her sweet task.
     
     Laura knew they could not keep this up, but before
bringing it to a sharp conclusion, she wanted a taste of
Marie's beautiful long, black-lipped pussy, which as yet she
had not even kissed.  With one hand she fished around on the
bed until she found a pillow up above their bodies and
quickly pulled it down, stuffing it under Marie's belly so
that her whole crotch would be raised a little higher in the
air, making it more accessible to her mouth.  Marie, though
writhing and panting wildly in a sexual fever, knew what
Laura was doing and eagerly helped Laura arrange her body
for the final ecstasy.
     
     Now that the entire wet dark pink seam of Marie's pussy
was available, all puckered and shiny and inviting, Laura
pushed her mouth directly into it.  She sucked and tongue-
stabbed it fervently, feeling Marie's body tense and then
quiver, hearing her low, incredibly sexy moans as she let
herself enjoy Laura's cunt hunger.  Since Marie was on her
stomach, with her splendid ass now uptilted and her whole
crotch accessible to Laura's attack, her clit was at the
very bottom, and Laura began to flick it passionately with
her tongue as she slurped the girl's tangy pussy juices.
     
     "Oh yes!  Oh yes!" Marie chanted, clenching her teeth,
groaning, seeming to seize up each time Laura's tongue
touched her nice big clit.  "Auunngghh!  Yes!  Oh god,
Laura, please!   Please!"
     
     She was certainly begging, and Laura knew she could not
last much longer.  If she didn't stop teasing Marie's clit,
she was going to come all of a sudden, before Laura could
complete her plan.
     
     "Oh honey . . . yes . . . you're going to come now . .
. yes . . . Mama's going to let you come . . ." Laura
murmured to her, moving her mouth back up to Marie's ass
crack and pulling open her large firm cheeks.
     
     Just to give in a little bit and provide the special
squirt of hot pleasure Marie so desperately desired, Laura
gave one moon a sharp whack with her palm, bringing such a
squeal of delirious pleasure from Marie that Laura was
afraid she indeed might come, as she had threatened.
     
     "Aiiieeeeee!  Mnnnggeeee!" Marie wailed, squirming, her
delicious naked buttocks clenching.
     
     Laura decided not to risk any more and immediately
determined to go for the big one.  Pulling open Marie's ass
moons again, she drove her tongue as far as she could into
the girl's tight little rectum, which was still partly
relaxed from the earlier dildo invasion, and also still
tasted a little of the oil Laura had used to lubricate it.
At almost the same instant, she brought the four fingers of
her right hand up to Marie's swollen, warm, buttery pussy
and began rubbing it hard, especially her clit.
     
     Now she had Marie in the final clinch, and she poured
on the heat and passion.  Marie had already been very close
to a climax, especially after Laura had delivered a final
flat palm to her ass, and since Laura was really fucking her
hard now, rubbing her pussy maniacally while stabbing her
tongue sharply into Marie's rectum, she came in a hot
flurries, simply erupting, whinnying and exploding in a
sudden storm.
     
     "Mmmnnggggeeee!  Oh!  Unnmmmggghhiiiee!  Oh !  Oh!
Ungghh!  Aungghh!" she groaned, coming wildly, her body
flipping and shuddering as Laura continued to tongue-fuck
her asshole and bring on more shocks.
     
     In the middle of her orgasm Laura rolled Marie's body
off the pillow and onto her back, sure that she could help
her go multiple if she could on get her mouth again on that
gorgeous wet pussy.  Within seconds she was mouth-mauling
the gooey, spasming slit, and fucking it hard at the same
time with two fingers, unwilling to let Marie down,
unwilling to let her finish without another thrilling
rapture.
     
     Her wishes were not disappointed.  On her back, Marie
dug her heels into the mattress and gyrated her cunt hard up
into Laura's mouth and hand, seeming to know as Laura did
that another, spectacular orgasm was there for the taking.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she panted desperately, her hips
shimmying, her fingers clawing the sheet.
     
     "Come on, honey . . . come on . . ." Laura encouraged
her, sucking her pussy and her clit now passionately, still
fucking her rapidly with two fingers.
     
     "Unhhh . . . unhhhh . . . AUUNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!" Marie
suddenly cried out.
     
     The final orgasm hit her like a load of bricks.  After
her first scream, it seemed to knock the breath out of her,
and she was reduced to wheezing and mewling as fierce,
wrenching jolts shook her lovely, voluptuous body.  With her
mouth still on Marie's throbbing, flooding pussy, Laura ran
her hands back up the girl's body to her rolling breasts and
squeezed them lovingly, waiting for the worst jolts to pass
and holding on to Marie's body, wanting to be a part of
every last wince and spasm.
     
     Finally, after several minutes the storm passed
completely, and a groggy Marie surfaced from her sweet
ordeal.  Laura slid up her body and held her, cradling
Marie's head in the crook of her arm.
     
     "You, my dear, have some really powerful orgasms," she
purred to Marie.  "I am almost jealous."
     
     Marie, though exhausted and drained by her deep
physical pleasure, smiled wanly at Laura.  "Not with anybody
else," she half-gasped, still not breathing quite normally.
"You are a miracle, Laura.  Can I send Shaniqua to San
Francisco so you can teach her how you do that?"
     
     Laura kissed her forehead, still caressing Marie's
marvelous large breasts with one hand.  "I thought you said
it had to be a white woman."
     
     Marie's smile turned rueful.  "Unfortunately, it does.
You are a dream come true."
     
     "Maybe you ought to see . . . you know, someone
professional.  Maybe they could help you transfer all that
excitement you get from me to her."  Laura knew this sounded
a little lame but tried it anyway.
     
     Marie wasn't buying it.  She shook her head.  "Don't
think it would work.  It might be a little sick, but no one
is harmed by it but me.  If I can come like that again only
once a year, it's worth it.  I did it twice with you.  Maybe
that will hold me two years."
     
     Soon Marie cooked them dinner, as promised, and then
they returned to her bedroom again for another round.
Before she drove Laura back to her hotel at midnight, she
had stored up enough orgasms to last her three instead of
two years, and Laura had had two more thrillers of her own,
enough to make her forget Makeeda entirely until she lay in
bed staring up at the ceiling of her hotel room, trying to
get to sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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