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 themboth the men and the womenput 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 naïve. 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 suggestingjust 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, roundand 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 alreadyshe knew she herself would have exploded several times overknew 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.