Chapter 191
     
     A few months earlier, after persuading Yvette to bite
her nipples while hand-fucking her hard, Laura had joked in
passing that having her breasts tied up at the same time
made the orgasms even more intense.  Yvette had been so
intrigued that only time pressure had made her reluctant to
try it herself.
     
     Now, she sent Laura an email:
     
     Remember that thing with the rope?  You said I could
try.  Y.
     
     Laura felt warm fuck nectars flowing into her pussy,
embarrassingly, as she read it on her computer screen.
Worse, April was in her office at the time.  Hurriedly, she
deleted it.  Later, when she ran into Yvette in the hallway-
-stunning, as usual: long, spectacular legs, tailored burnt-
orange business suit, tiny waist, long black hair--she
lectured her sternly.
     
     "You should never send anything like that through your
email."
     
     Yvette smiled mischievously.  "Were you afraid your
little slave girl would see it?  I've seen the way you look
at that big ass of hers.  You've been licking honey out of
her little honey pot, haven't you."
     
     Laura blushed.  Shit, she thought, I'm always giving
myself away!  But she denied it.  In fact, she had to deny
it, since fooling around with an employee you supervised was
a crime and could get you fired.
     
     "Absolutely not!" she said.  "I've never touched her."
     
     "Bet you wanted to, then," Yvette smirked.  "She's
cute.  I wouldn't blame you, especially knowing how you like
us African girls."
     
     Laura whispered threateningly.  "If you want the rope,
you're motivating me more every second."
     
     Yvette batted her long lashes at Laura.  "Oh god, it's
so exciting when you get mad.  I'll bet it would add a whole
new dimension to our relationship."
     
     "I can guarantee it," Laura said softly, now believing
Yvette was serious.
     
     "Arthur is flying to Korea on a business deal.  He'll
be gone two weeks."  She smiled in a sinister way.  "That
ought to give me enough time for the ugly marks to go away,
right?"
     
     "When does he leave?" Laura asked her directly.
     
     A devious smile crossed Yvette's lovely face.  "In a
few hours.  I'll get my mother to watch my little girl
tonight, okay?"
     
     An even more devious smile crossed Laura's.  "Seven?"
she raised one eyebrow.
     
     Yvette nodded slowly.  "Are you going to be gentle with
me?"
     
     "Is that what you want?"
     
     Yvette smiled and slowly shook her head, her long silky
black hair, so unusual for a black woman's hair, swirling
around her shoulders.  "You know what I want," she almost
whispered, before turning and walking away.  "See you at
seven."
     
     But that evening Yvette arrived ten minutes early.  She
had not changed her clothes from work and still looked
stunning.  God, I haven't fucked this dear, beautiful girl
enough! Laura realized.  She is so gorgeous.
     
     She pinned Yvette against the door and kissed her as
she threw the bolt
     
     "You make the pulse in my neck just boom," she
breathed.  "Here, feel it."
     
     She lifted one of Yvette's hands to her throat and
pressed her fingers against the raging pulse.  Yvette
smiled, and they kissed again, ravenously.  Laura realized
that they would have to be careful.  As always, she and
Yvette tried to eat one another alive as soon as they were
alone.  Almost-fucking by the front door was nearly a
tradition with them.
     
     "Hold on, girl.  Don't rip it.  I told you he checks,"
Yvette panted as Laura tore at her business suit, trying to
get it off.
     
     "You have time to get it fixed."
     
     Yvette grabbed her face and kissed her hard.  "Look, we
have all the time in the world.  We don't have to hurry."
     
     "I want to hurry," Laura said, pulling her toward the
bedroom.  "I can never get enough of you."
     
     Yvette enjoyed being coy.  In Laura's bedroom, she did
a slow striptease for Laura.  "I'll bet you been licking
that little girl's pussy on this bed, that one with the big
ass who works for you," she smiled suggestively.
     
     Laura fought against blushing since it was true, and
also very dangerous.  "I have not," she said.  "You know
that's . . . sexual harassment."
     
     "She looks like she wouldn't mind a little harassment,"
Yvette said, removing her blouse, unzipping her skirt.
     
     Laura was paralyzed by lust.  She watched the skirt
come off.  Yvette now wore only her panties and her bra.
She teased Laura, posing.
     
     "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked in a soft,
provocative voice.
     
     Laura nodded.  Yvette reached behind her back, toying
with the clasp of her bra.
     
     "Are you going to tie me up and fuck me and get real
perverted?" she teased Laura.
     
     Now Laura was moving toward her, unable to resist the
pull.  "Do you want me to?"
     
     "Yes."
     
     Yvette was so fresh and lovely, a fierce and ardent
lover but really a stranger to the darker, sicker sexual
practices Laura had indulged in with Karen, Earlene,
Barbara.  Laura almost didn't want to give in, to lead her
down that path, to corrupt her, to introduce her to things
she would never be able to forget afterward, even if she
wanted to.
     
     Laura gave her a scorching kiss and unfastened Yvette's
bra clasp while they were kissing.  The bra slid down her
arms.  Laura plunged her hands under Yvette's panties,
filling her hands with the firm moons of Yvette's splendid
ass.
     
     "You have to get naked too," Yvette pouted as Laura
pushed her down on the bed.
     
     "I know," Laura panted.
     
     Together, she and Yvette hastily removed her clothes.
     
     "I just love the feel of it when we're both naked and
we can run our hands all over each other for the first
time," Yvette breathed.  "I can't believe I didn't want to
do this in the beginning . . . when you seduced me."
     
     "I did not," Laura pinched her.  "You were just sitting
there flashing your long beautiful legs at me . . . making
me want you."
     
     They kissed again, hungrily.  Their hands wandered
everywhere.  Both were very wet and very excited.
     
     "I don't know if I can wait for you to tie me up,"
Yvette panted.  "I think I want you to fuck me right now."
     
     "Do I get to eat the world's most beautiful pussy?"
Laura asked softly, sliding down the smooth black miracle of
Yvette's naked body.
     
     "Ohhnnnn!" Yvette moaned as Laura's tongue slipped
between her wet labia, into the glistening pink pit.  "Oh .
. . yes, Laura!  Unghh!"
     
     "I love this beautiful pussy," Laura murmured as she
began to lick and tongue-fuck Yvette's magnificent cunt
passionately.
     
     Yvette was so excited that her hips began churning in
circular motions, swirling her wet pussy up into Laura's
mouth.  She slid her hands down to her crotch and pulled
apart the outer lips of her pussy, as if to give Laura
greater access, and quivered and whimpered as Laura's
skilled tongue quickly brought her to a peak.
     
     "Oh!  Oh Laura!  Oh . . . oh Laura!  Yes . . . oh I'm
going to come!  Oh Laura yes!"
     
     There were a few pussies that came close to the beauty
of Yvette's, but none that could beat it for pure esthetic
perfection.  Laura almost didn't want her to come too fast,
since that would mean stopping.  She wanted to lick and suck
and toy with this gorgeous wet black flower with the shiny,
juicy pink interior, and it's little purplish soft marble at
the top protruding slightly from its glossy black hood.
     
     Each time she scraped her tongue along Yvette's clit,
Yvette would shudder and moan loudly.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn . . . god, Laura!  Oh god!"
     
     "Honey, moan into the pillow," Laura cautioned.
"Remember my neighbors."
     
     She remembered how Kendra had called Yvette the Black
Goddess, and looking at her now, supine and quivering and
mewling in a trance of sexual arousal and desperation, Laura
was forced to agree.  There was something divine about her
naked beauty.  She reached as if in slow motion for a pillow
and politely moaned into it as Laura began now to gently
suck her super-sensitive clitoris.
     
     Laura slid her hands under the girl's firm, squirming
bottom, only slightly less breathtaking than her sister
Chanitra's, and squeezed the hard round moons, sucking
Yvette's clit relentlessly.  Yvette could only take about
twenty seconds of this.  Her lovely body twisted and flexed,
her long legs scissoring over Laura's shoulders, her moans
increasingly out of control.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . oh Laura!  Yes yes!  Oh god yes now oh
god Laura Laura---"
     
     She came and let out a fierce cry of ecstacy at the
same instant, too quickly for her to turn her head into the
pillow.
     
     "Auunnggghhh!  Unnnghhiieee!  Oh shit . . . ungghhhh!"
     
     She then turned her head sideways and moaned into the
pillow, still pumping frantically with her pelvis, and
whinnying softly, squeezing her breasts and pulling her
nipples as the aftershocks of a thrilling orgasm shook her
body.  Laura's mouth was glued to Yvette's beautiful,
flowing pussy, and she rode out the convulsions happily,
thrilled as always by Yvette's explosive climax.
     
     "Oh . . . you delicious creature," she murmured,
sliding up to embrace Yvette, who was still quivering and
mewling softly.  "I'm so lucky to have you here in my bed,
letting me make love to you."
     
     Yvette smiled wanly at her.  "You really believe that,
don't you," she said.
     
     "Yes.  I do."
     
     "I thought you were going to tie me up and fuck me,"
Yvette grinned playfully.
     
     "Mmmm," Laura smiled, with a faint touch of menace, "I
am."
     
     She pulled the rope out from under the bed with one
hand and dangled it in front of Yvette's face.  Yvette
suddenly stopped smiling.  It occurred to her that this was
a dangerous game.
     
     "You won't hurt me, will you?"
     
     "Only a little," Laura teased.
     
     "Then I don't want to."  Yvette pouted.  "I don't like
pain."
     
     Playful herself, Laura looped the rope quickly around
both of Yvette's wrists, yanking it tight and pushing Yvette
onto her back.  She kissed Yvette's long, smooth, black
neck, then bit it softly but hard enough to send a squirt of
fear and a hot shiver of sexual excitement through Yvette.
     
     "Oooohhh shit!" she gasped.
     
     "Does it make your pussy throb?" Laura asked in a
sultry, threatening voice.
     
     "God, yes!"  Her dark eyes turned vulnerable.  "Go
ahead."
     
     "You're sure?"
     
     Yvette nodded.
     
     Laura, who had not yet even touched Yvette's
scrumptious naked breasts, dropped her mouth to them, still
holding Yvette's wrists tight in the rope behind her back.
She mouth-mauled the firm, dark globes, licking and sucking
Yvette's swollen nipples roughly, nipping them with her
teeth.  Yvette squirmed excitedly.
     
     Laura had to decide quickly whether to tie her wrists
to the headboard or use the handcuffs.  The handcuffs were
much faster.  She jumped off the bed and dashed to the
closet, retrieving them and the gag at the same time.
     
     Yvette was wildly aroused sexually, but she flinched
when she saw the handcuffs.  "Oh shit . . . not that," she
said, physically shrinking from Laura.
     
     "Who are you going to trust if not me, honey," Laura
said calmly.
     
     She quickly handcuffed Yvette to the bed, arms spread
out to the sides above her head.  This lifted her already
high breasts even more.  Laura returned to them, unable to
stop herself.  Yvette's naked body had always sent her into
frenzies of hot lust.
     
     "God, you are so beautiful," she said under her breath,
squeezing Yvette's marvelous naked breasts, pinching the
thick black nipples.  ""I'm going to tie these beautiful
breasts up now and then fuck you hard, darling," she
whispered.
     
     Yvette moaned and whimpered softly, her lovely face
reflecting her fear as she saw Laura begin to loop a strand
of white rope around one small, beautiful breast.  Laura was
an expert at it and could have tied up both of Yvette's
marvelous breasts in under a minute, but she went slowly
instead, letting both of them savor the experience.  She
looped three coils of rope around one breast, pulling them
only tight enough to make the perfect globe bulge slightly
and Yvette's shiny black nipple swell and throb.
     
     Then, careful to leave enough rope between each breast
to separate them, she looped the rope around the other one
and tied it the same way.  Yvette's marvelous young breasts
were now hard, shiny balls of flesh, encased in coils of
white rope, her swollen black nipples gleaming and flaring
up, the centers pointing excitedly.  She bit her lower lip,
her eyes watering.
     
     "Oh shit, Laura . . . I didn't know it would be like
this," she whimpered.
     
     Laura smiled.  "What did you think it would be like?"
     
     "I don't know.  But my pussy is aching so much . . . I
think I could come in a second."
     
     Laura kissed her, a deeply emotional, passionate tongue
kiss.  They were both panting heavily as she broke it off.
     
     "You could probably come in a second," Laura breathed.
"But you will only come when I allow you to come."
     
     "Ohhhh!" Yvette whimpered.
     
     To tease her further, Laura twirled both of her
protruding, silky black nipples and areolas in her fingers,
pinching them harder each second, until Yvette was mewling
deep in her throat.  Then Laura took the strand of rope that
now fell between her throttled breasts and drew it down to
Yvette's crotch.
     
     Yvette watched each of Laura's moves with rapt
fascination.  Laura had begun using this treatment on Randi
with explosive results, and she decided to use it on Yvette
too.  Randi had shattering orgasms this way, and begged for
more.
     
     Slowly, carefully, Laura guided the strand of rope
between Yvette's already-open cuntlips, letting it sink into
the shallow external groove of her pussy.  When it was
eventually yanked, it would sink deeper into her pussy, and
the cord would mash into her clit, sending her into
delirious paroxysms of fierce pleasure.  But for the moment,
Yvette's pelvis was gripped by an involuntary shudder.
     
     "Oh Jesus . . . you can't be serious," she panted,
looking down at the rope splitting her beautiful black
pussy, certainly one of the two or three most beautiful
Laura had ever seen.
     
     Laura leaned forward and kissed her smooth cheek.  "I'm
perfectly serious."
     
     "I . . . don't know whether I want to go on," Yvette
said, her voice now tinged with panic.
     
     "I thought you wanted me to fuck you hard . . . to fuck
you rough," Laura whispered to her, massaging Yvette's
swollen nipples with her fingers.  "I thought you were just
waiting for this moment, dying for it."
     
     "Oh god, you're right!" Yvette gasped.   "I was!"
     
     "Is your pussy throbbing?" Laura breathed hotly into
her marvelous black ear.  "Is it saying 'Fuck me . . . fuck
me'?"
     
     Yvette's eyes caught Laura's, burning, flashing with
sexual need.  She nodded.  "Fuck me hard, Laura.  Do it.
Quick."
     
     Laura reached for the gag, realizing that Yvette was
nearly out of control.  She slipped the ball into Yvette's
mouth, feeling the girl panic again as she realized now that
there was no escape.  Yvette began to whimper into the ball
that stuffed her mouth, but Laura quickly fastened the
buckle.
     
     Now she returned to the loose end of the rope, pulling
it up between Yvette's gorgeous asscheeks, up over her
shoulder, then down between her strangled breasts, slipping
it under the knot between them.  Now, when she pulled the
rope up, it bit into Yvette's splayed pussy, into the crack
of her ass, and also pulled up on the coils of rope
encircling her breasts at the same time.  A few rough yanks
would be enough to unleash wild waves and spasms of fierce
coming in the girl.
     
     And Yvette was so sexually aroused that she was
trembling and moaning uncontrollably, straining against the
handcuffs.  Laura was fiercely aroused too and realized that
she had not even had an orgasm yet.  But her desire for the
Yvette's bound and gorgeous body was hotter and more urgent
than she had ever felt it.
     
     She knew Yvette was so excited that the slightest
stimulation might make her come immediately.  But she wanted
to prolong it, especially to feast on the hard, shiny balls
of Yvette's beautiful, engorged breasts, so cruelly
imprisoned in the tight strands of rope.  She held them in
her hands and lowered her lips to one bulging, unnaturally
swollen, gleaming black nipple.  The center stem protruded a
half an inch from the puffy, silky black cone surrounding
it.
     
     Laura flicked the stiff nipple rapidly with her tongue,
feeling Yvette's body clench in response, hearing her tight,
panicky mewlings.  She squeezed the hard, shiny ball of
Yvette's breast with her fingers and sucked the whole big
nipple deep into her mouth at the same time, sucking hard,
harder, even harder.  Yvette writhed and whinnied
hysterically, but her hips churned frantically in rapid fuck-
motions.  She was trying, desperately, to make herself come
without Laura's help.
     
     Yvette's frenzy whipped Laura into an equal lather, and
she pinched Yvette's other nipple at the same time,
assaulting both beautiful, strangled breasts more hungrily.
She let Yvette feel her teeth now on the stiff, wet nipple
she had sucked first.  Yvette whimpered into the gag, her
eyes flashing with terror as she saw her nipple between
Laura's teeth.
     
     Laura, unwilling to take Yvette all the way down to the
depth of depravity she was used to exploring with Karen and
Earlene, bit the thick bud of the girl's nipple only gently,
beginning now to tug the rope at the same time.  This pulled
the strand into Yvette's cunt and her ass, and it tugged up
the tight coils binding her breasts.  She writhed, hanging
from the headboard of Laura's bed by her wrists, tossing her
head from side to side and emitting muffled shrieks into the
ball that gagged her mouth.
     
     Laura knew that once they reached this point, it would
be only seconds until Yvette exploded in a killing string of
orgasms.  She squeezed and devoured Yvette's other breast
the same way, pulling the rope, then yanking it up
rhythmically, until Yvette nearly became delirious in an
urgent frenzy of lust.  Then suddenly, in the midst of
flexing and twisting, Yvette began to come, almost
surprising herself as the sharp spasms of her orgasm began
to wrack her flesh.
     
     Her long, lovely body stiffened, then undulated in
waves of wrenching pleasure.  Laura relaxed the pressure on
the rope long enough to let Yvette come, but she continued
to suck and bite Yvette's swollen, hard nipples.  Then she
yanked the rope again, and Yvette came a second time,
arching and quivering, keening into the gag, her body
visibly wrenched by another wave of spasms.
     
     "You want to come again, darling, don't you, don't
you," Laura panted to her, now pinching and biting Yvette's
stiff, wet nipples more passionately, and yanking the rope
again, again, again.
     
     "Nnhhhh!  Owwmmggnnnn!" Yvette groaned into the gag.
     
     She did not come as quickly this time, but Laura was
undiscouraged.  She stopped yanking the rope temporarily,
licking Yvette's nipples, cooing to her in a low,
threatening, menacing voice, and then increased the tempo
again, until she was sucking the taut, rubbery black nipples
hard, and pulling the rope again relentlessly.  Whimpering
and moaning, tears sliding down her black cheeks, Yvette
felt her body being slowly brought up again to an inevitable
peak of sexual tension.
     
     "Anngghh!  Nnngghhhh!  Unggh . . . nhhhh!"
     
     And then she suddenly came a third time, a shocking,
volcanic orgasm that jerked and throttled her poor, trussed
body as the excruciating spasms of a shattering climax
gripped her.  This time Laura dropped the rope and slid down
between Yvette's trembling thighs, pulling the wet strand
out of her pussy, her beautiful pussy, and pressing her lips
directly to the inflamed trench.  Now she licked and tongue-
fucked Yvette's breathtaking pussy with feverish passion,
bringing Yvette to another irresistible climax in only a few
more seconds.
     
     She gave up only after concluding that Yvette was
incapable of coming any more, at least at that moment.
Yvette slumped against the headboard, hanging from the
handcuffs, sobbing and gasping and quivering from the
aftershocks of four powerful orgasms.  Laura kissed her as
she quickly removed the gag, so that Yvette could breathe,
and then the coils of rope from her breasts.
     
     It took several minutes for her panting to subside
completely, and for her to regain her composure.  During
that time, Laura stashed the rope, and the gag, and the
handcuffs, just to get all the frightful implements out of
sight.  But Yvette's body was relatively unmarred by the
experience.
     
     She had a few crinkly rope marks around her breasts
that would soon disappear, and her wrists were a little
chafed from the handcuffs.  Laura ran her fingertips lightly
over the rope-pinched skin under one delectable dark breast.
     
     "I think you'll be good as new before you leave," she
murmured, bending her head and kissing the spot.
     
     Yvette quivered involuntarily.  "You bitch, I could
have you arrested for what you did to me," Yvette said
calmly, softly.
     
     "Or fired."
     
     "That too."
     
     Laura embraced her and kissed her.  "It looked to me
like you were coming harder than you've ever come before.
With me, at least."
     
     Yvette smiled, unable to suppress it.  "I never came
that hard in my life.  But I'm not forgiving you.  You hurt
me."
     
     Now Laura could not suppress her own need.  She had
given Yvette extravagant, thrilling orgasms, many of them,
and still had not climaxed herself.
     
     "Now's your chance to get revenge," she purred, pulling
Yvette's mouth down to her breasts.
     
     The next twenty minutes were purest bliss for Laura as
Yvette fucked her passionately, not so much getting revenge
as devouring Laura's body exuberantly in payment for the
sharp, devastating raptures she had experienced herself
moments earlier.  Laura came three times in a row.  Somehow
the mild torture Laura had given her turned Yvette into a
rougher lover, and she treated Laura's body more
aggressively than she had ever done, which excited Laura
more than ever.
     
     Afterward, Laura teased her.  "I don't know if either
one of us can take two weeks of this."
     
     "You're just worried you won't have any time to spend
with your other sistas, Laura," Yvette said caustically.
"That big-ass slave girl you got working for you now is
probably sitting at her desk this very minute wondering when
you gon' lick her again."
     
     Laura frowned.  "You are mean.  She's a nice kid."
     
     Yvette grinned.  "You been fucking her right in this
very bed.  Go on, deny it."
     
     "I do deny it."  Laura lied with a straight face,
trying not to protest too much.  "And I am not worried about
the others.  I never get enough time to spend with you."
     
     "Well," Yvette said, very coy, "you can't have all of
me.  Rhonda gets her share, and Johnny Pinkus at work has
been trying to nail me for a year."
     
     Laura was floored.  Even though she had continuous
affairs going with April, Randi, Charise, and Mavis, she was
hurt and scandalized that Yvette would think of sleeping
with someone other than her in Arthur's absence.  Especially
that witch Rhonda!
     
     She tried to ignore the pain.  "Who is Johnny---?"
     
     "Pinkus?  He's the Director of Offer Management.  Maybe
you don't know him.  He wants my black pussy so bad he can
taste it, darling.  I think he might be able to make me a
director since he's going to be promoted to Executive
Director soon."
     
     "So you're going to let him fuck you, while Arthur's
away?"
     
     Yvette twirled a long strand of her silky black hair
around one slender finger.  "I was thinking of it.  If you
didn't ruin my gorgeous boobies with that rope."
     
     Laura softened.  After all, Yvette's habit of trading
her body for favors at work was not exactly something new.
Laura caressed the marks under her other breast.  They were
already fading.
     
     "I could never ruin these," she murmured.  "I worship
them too much."
     
     She cradled both of Yvette's marvelous little breasts
in her hands and began artfully making love to them, kissing
and tenderly sucking Yvette's nipples this time instead of
abusing them.  And Yvette responded as she knew Yvette
would.
     
     In seconds they were coiling together again, sixty-
nining in a joyful, writhing rhythm.  And even though Laura
knew Yvette had other plans to carry out during Arthur's
absence, and though she was fierce with jealousy over them,
she was very glad they had the rest of this evening, at
least, to enjoy.  Yvette stayed the night, and they did not
sleep until the wee hours.