Needs Supervision

Elaine Lockley stepped out of her panties, kicking the offensive material away with one flick of her dexterous toes. The negro girl took a breath, and averted her eyes from her image in the mirror.

Wrapping her fingers in a moist towlette, Elly slid her hand under Brand's shirt, and between her legs.

Cool, damp cloth wiped the teen's guilt away, one soft brown petal at a time.

"Ah - o-oh..."

W-wiped. Avoiding her thick, pulsing clitoris, Elly...

Elly licked her lips, wiping with the grain of her barely-there stubble, touching herself. Cleaning herself.

Wiping against the grain of her stubble, pulling and teasing her most sensitive skin, around her slit and up her pronounced mound.

She... Elly... Elly, d-done. Done.

Elly grabbed her second wipe, and risked one glance in the mirror.

She knew what the pretty brown girl looking back at her was thinking of doing.

... Going to do.

A generous, wide mouth... sad full lips moved silently in the mirror. Silently, soundlessly.

But Elly still heard what the girl said to her.

"Slut..."

Elaine closed her eyes, and moved the second, cool wipe between her legs.

Touched her fat clit.

"Nn... a-ahh..."

Elly's free hand grabbed the edge of the countertop in front of her. Her occupied hand rubbed - a circle, a slow circle, p-pressing firmly, pressing her protruding clitoris in, trying to fight with it, circle it, push and grind it inside her tummy while one leg sh-shook...

"Suh-slut..."

The colored girl, head down, didnt see it this time. She heard it - out loud. She...

"S-slut-"

Rubbed, and... and looked up, looked at herself in the mirror and...

"Slut," The virgin told the masturbating brown girl in the mirror.

"N-needy." Elly panted, t-touched... bent over, wishing Brand was behind her, that he wasn't working. He would know... he would know how to...

Bent over, shifting from her hand on the counter to her elbow, Elly pressed her nose tip up, pressed her clit in, and looked at her brown, piggy face - ashamed p-pink nostrils flared open, hairy and wide and wet little holes -

"Slut."

"N-nh!" Whispering, r-rubbing her tender pink button, legs spread, butt bumping the air, and looking, staring at her ridiculous reflection, looking inside her own - "N-needy. Greed - g-greedy. Sl-"

A tentative knock at the bathroom door nearly sent Elaine's face crashing into the stone countertop.

"Um, E-Elly?"

"Mom!" A guilty, scrambling Elly jumped, whirled, and pulling Brand's shirt over her butt she grabbed her swatter from the hand towel where she had stashed it out of sight - sending her mother's little heart key tumbling to the floor with the tinkle of metal on tile.

"M-Mom, what...?" God! Blushing a-and rubbing her nose, Elly grabbed the door handle, t-turned and - swatter at the ready...

She cracked the bathroom door to the image of her mother, battered face half buried in bundled bedding and clothing, wide eyes barely peeking over the mound.

"I - sorry. I just - Elly... Elly, um..."

She looked so... pathetic.

Elaine sighed. Jesus. The teen opened the door a little more - still concealing as much of her body as she could. Half her torso, her hips and legs.

... Her feet.

"Yes, Mom?" Elly tapped the door with a nail, "I'm kind of in the bathroom."

"Oh, um, I..." In front of Elaine, a pair of plucked black eyebrows furrowed in self-doubt.

"The pillows and the... the other stuff." The bundle in her mom's arms moved, gestured.

The pillows. Elly swallowed. That's what - the pillow, from Brand's room. The other, from her bedroom.

"Should I wash that, too? It..."

Brand's room. Her... mom's room. The master bedroom, Brand's room. The pillow she had soiled, and the other that she had...

"No." Elly flatly, curtly -

"O-oh. Um... then, what... what would...?"

Elaine resisted banging her head on the door next to her. "Nevermind. Yes, wash it, Mom."

"A-and the..."

"Mom - wash it all." Jesus. "Just wash it."

"... Is there anything else? I'm doing laundry." A-as if...!

Bundled bedding turned in the door frame. Shifting her body to the side, before her daughter could stop her, the negro mother was looking in, peering around the bathroom, the floor -

Some expression, some tell - her pupils dilated or... it was clear the moment that Elly's wet white panties got spotted on the floor.

"Um, I - I could - "

Jesus! Shoving the older woman out, Elly practically slammed the door in her mom's face. Shivering, shuddering, physically almost g-gagging - God!

God! Snatching her panties, her mom's key off the floor, not even caring - Elly opened the door up a moment after having slammed it shut and, "Fine!"

The teen threw her panties at her mom, over the bedding, draping her black face in wet, white panties - "Wash them. Throw them away. Whatever, just... ugh!"

Swatter, key in hand - using the cover of her surprise panty attack, Elly escaped from the bathroom. Shirt flying, pulled low in front, and up to her bedroom unscathed by peeps to her pumping legs and nearly naked brown butt.

Elly locked the door, and -

"Grrr!" Growled. Literally growled in her throat and threw the key in her palm across her room. She'd never unlock her mom. Her -

Mom. With wet panties stuck right on her face.

She must be having a party under there.

The brown teenager flapped her hands at their wrists, bounced on the balls of her feet, and l-laughed. "Eww-ew-ew-ew," The image - a queasy, bubbly laugh th-that...

Laughing, bouncing - what her mom must have thought when Elaine threw -

N-not laughing. Elly really didn't want to know what her mom thought. A-a party, under her panties. The thought... a-and, needy as she still was, wet and...

She just wanted to be covered. She didnt want to touch - she just... just wanted to be -

... Brand.

Elaine's closet became a flurry of activity.

N-no. Too slutty. Brand was working. And she already was so... seeming any more **** than she was - no.

Elly... Elly could still pick out something he might like, though. Something he might like a lot. Something...

Too childish.

Not bad... a moment later, rejected. Too plain, and stiff.

A denim miniskirt. Not her usual. A little juvenile, but...

A slender belt.

And top...

Top... a lavender top.

Panties. Elly hesitated. Th-

Thong panties. A thong wouldn't be too much, if he saw her at all. And if Brand did see her in thong panties, he might...

Hot pink thong panties, and a pushup bra to match. Stripping Brand's shirt off, kicking back some discarded choices, Elly looked at her bed.

...

How had she picked out that outfit? None of it felt like her. Not the miniskirt, not...

Elly didn't feel like her. Dressing in it, she didn't feel like herself.

She felt...

It didn't matter. She was dressed, at least. She wasn't changing. The colored girl struck a pose.

Almost as an afterthought, Elaine picked her mother's chastity key up off the floor. That, and with her swatter tucked into her belt, Elly felt like some kind of suburban jungle explorer.

A trip to the bathroom mirror, a readjustment of her bra, a couple good grabs of her full breasts and pulls and unbuttons and re-buttons of her shirt, and Elly...

Felt a little ridiculous. Felt a little everything. Start over - or at least take the swatter out of her belt, and... and some poses - she did look cute. Different, and new. And she somehow more confident with the swatter at her waist, even if it was a little much. She...

Elly didn't change outfits. And she impulsively unbuttoned her lavender top one lower than where she started, practically showing off the whole of her bra when she bent, when it folded with the movement if her body.

Eyes narrowed at the image in the mirror, hand on her hip, touching her swatter - just let her mom -

Slut.

E-Elly shuffled her feet, her toes nervously pulling at the bath rug beneath them. She buttoned her shirt back where it had been, and fluffed her hair. She still - even with the button back she was still showing the edge of her pink push-up at the right angle. The valley of her cleavage. Maybe too much... maybe another button...

Stop. Just...

Elly quietly, her hand never far from her hip, her face burning with... she made her way to her mom's office. The office.

To Brand, blessedly uninterrupted by her mom.

Just seeing him working, thinking, made Elly... she could watch him, just watch him -

"Everything okay, Elaine?" Fingers clicking and typing, gaze fixed on his laptop screen...

"Um," Oh, gosh. Standing in the doorway, swooning, she must have looked - "Sorry. Y-yes. Yes, Brand." Squeezing her shoulders together for effect, she stepped a little closer. Pausing, swallowing - hoping.

Gray eyes finally glanced up, drifted over the teen's body. "Oh, wow."

Elly blushed. All her dressing, agonizing - worth it, just for that reaction. And with her teenage heart fluttering...

"You changed clothes. Where are you off to?"

P-plummeting.

"Um..."

Irrationally crushed by - the man in front of her believed she'd dress up to go somewhere, anywhere, without him.

And, he wasn't considering going out with her. He was working.

"Um, nowhere." Nowhere. "U-unless you want to...?" A hopeful lilt, a **** smile -

"Mm."

Clearly working. She had known that, even before. She didn't want to be foolish. Needy. She just...

"Not likely. All this time away from the office - and then there's your mother... where is your mother?"

"I-I..." Elaine felt herself pout. T-tried not to, but - she had just gotten rid of her mother!

The white man frowned at her - searched her face with piercing eyes and slid his laptop aside with his hand. "Elaine - just how long were you changing?"

Guilt.

"Not long," The teen lied, and glanced - shivered. God, so strong and sure, even like this... even annoyed -

Elly squeezed her needy thighs together. Hard.

"Elaine, you're her daughter." Y-yes. "She needs your help right now - you've seen her. You know that."

"Sorry," Elly whispered, only half listening to the words. Responding more to Brand's tone - clear and male and...

A tall figure rose from the desk. Took a step in the colored girl's direction.

"Elaine."

Lips parted, chest rising... falling... breath... "Y-yes...?"

Hands touched Elly's elbows. Slid along her forearms, down, until her wrists and then her palms and fingers were held by Brand's strong white hands.

"Elaine, I know girls like you need lots of attention." Without warning Brand dropped a hand, slipping it inside Elly's blouse, touching her through her pink push-up bra - feeling, teasing a nipple out -

The black girl flinched, and then melted, open lips stretching up, straining for a...

The hand inside Elly's shirt rested heavily on her shoulder, putting her back down. "Be a good girl. I want your mom supervised. Keep her busy, little tasks and praises - or scoldings if she's wandering or inappropriate. I need a chance to work, before anything else. Give that to me, okay?"

"O-okay," E-Elly, her tummy, her... so...

N-no! Pouting! Elly...

Brand smiled and patted her butt before turning away. Turning to his work.

His work - leaving her standing. Ignoring her, ignoring her pouting brown face, her...

Frustrated, more frustrated than before, m-more... Elly walked away without a word. Down the hallway, past her mom in the family room -

Her mother took one look at Elly's face and turned her body sideways, made way for her daughter's long legs.

Some dark satisfaction followed that, and followed the teenager to the kitchen where she grabbed a bottled beer.

Elaine made sure she was back where her mom was waiting before she started underage drinking. Tipping the bottle way up, and letting the bitter liquid run down her throat.

Gulping it down, while her mom looked on, unable to stop her.

"Um, Elly..."

Gulping...

"E-Elly - your... your, um -"

"Ahh..." Elaine let loose an unladylike sigh of satisfaction and tapped her bottle with a finger.

"I'm what?" Eyes looking at her - the teen almost crossed her shirt over her cleavage.

Almost. But, after a moment, a small motion to start, didn't bother covering up. After everything she'd seen of her mom...

And - she was supposed to keep her mother occupied, after all.

... J-Jeez. Half smirking, tummy turning at that thought, the college girl took another, smaller sip of beer. Shirt still unbuttoned almost to her bra.

"E-Elly, your, um..."

Elly, l-lowering the bottle from her lips, founder herself staring back - while the older woman fondled her own breasts.

She was so, utterly, cringingly embarrassing. It was almost fascinating, in how awful it was.

"Uh, make yourself useful, Mom. Grab the remote, would you?" Elaine, pulling her short denim skirt down over her legs as much as possible, gently lowered herself down to the couch.

Little tasks. Keep her occupied. K-keep her hands occupied.

Sipping... cool, harsh... the beer helped settle Elaine's stomach.

Her mom staring-not-staring - didn't. Grabbing the remote, the older woman looked away as she crept toward her daughter, around the ottoman - s-somehow even worse, even more obviously pervy by the unnatural shuffle-without-looking forward she was managing.

Unable to resist, Elly casually put a bare foot up on the ottoman and wiggled her toes, intercepting her mom's sideways gaze, her gawky attempts to keep her roaming eyes off the teen's semi-open bust.

W-wow.

Elly swallowed, and covered her stress smile with one hand. Her mom's slow, shameful shuffle turned into a snail's pace. A distracted, inattentive waddle while big brown eyes looked at her feet, her smooth leg -

And a snake-quick glance into Elly's dark little mistake.

"Jesus, mother!"

Not used to miniskirts - displaying her foot, bending her knee, and slouching, had opened up Elly's legs. Opened up her short denim skirt all the way to her wet little thong.

"I'm your daughter!"

Elaine snapped her legs closed. Jolted to her feet.

Disgusted, shuddering, disgusted with her mom and herself, Elaine grabbed the edges of her blouse and yanked them closed.

That's when... the rubbing of fabric on her skin - her... her nipple. Her nipple was still poking out, above and over her bra.

Had been poking out.

"M-Mother!" Raw accusation, driven by her naked embarrassment -

"I-I tried to say - ! I tried! Th-then I thought you were... that you were showing me..." The fluffy-haired negress's protest trailed off.

"Showing?!" Her thong?

Her nipple?!

"T-t-teasing..." From indignant to... "Um... I-I..."

Teasing?! H-her...? Like she would - !

"I..."

Angrily, Elly adjusted herself, stuffed and grabbed and shifted her chest and tried to relax her nerves. She had maybe teased a little - but...

But, at that moment, trying to regain her balance, trying to accept that, maybe, she had a part in it -

Elly saw it.

One more peek. Her mother, stealing a sneak peek.

Not obvious. The colored girl would have missed it completely if she hadn't been paying attention to her peripheral vision. To her mother.

She would have missed it, if she hadn't been looking for it.

An icy chill swept over Elaine. Over her whole body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Had her mom always... always p-peeped? Looked? Not her blatant stares - that was new. But... what Elly had just witnessed?

Head spinning, taking a deep breath, steadying herself, the college girl revealed a little more. A delicate pinch - her finger and thumb made no effort to disguise that she was pulling open the folds of her top. Just so her mother couldn't deny it, deflect. Just so she'd know.

"How long have you been looking?" The words tumbled slowly, softly from Elly's lips. "Peeping?"

The thought hadn't even fully formed, really occurred to Elly with all its implications until it was in the open, in the air.

"When I was in high school?"

"N-n- " Shaking her head in denial, her mom looked suitably shocked.

Stomach dropping straight to her feet, Elaine quietly -

"...Middle school?"

The negro mother gasped. "E-Elly! No! That's sick! I-I never - would never...!"

Elaine rippled her fingers under the hem of her skirt, hooking, ever-so-slightly pulling, and saw her mom's eyes follow the subtle movement - practically bulging while even while a pair of fat lips flapped in moral outrage.

Her mom.

"I - !"

"You," Elly calmly interrupted, watching her mother's protest evaporate, "... Never dated much after Dad."

Disgusting. But... but when Elly pulled up a little more, even while she was accusing her mother of awful things - even while the older woman denied it...

Her mom didn't stop looking. Looking for the chance of panties. Less than panties - her hot pink thong.

"Just us girls, right?" A little smile.

Every word dripped seduction - warmth, while Elaine's eyes coldly searched her mother's face for answers.

"Did you look at my girlfriends?" Fingers still curled, Elly stepped a little closer. "I bet you would have loved for me to stick with cheerleading. Like you wanted - all those... girls. Can you imagine...?"

Something tumbled into place. Elly cocked her head, looked up a bit, the corner of her lip twitching into a knowing smirk.

"... Was that why you never liked James?" Her voice was quiet, sly, but inside Elly was electric.

Gotcha'.

Elaine removed her hand from the hem of her denim skirt, firmly tugging it back down.

A hazy puzzle piece clicked into place - a piece that made sense of her whole topsy-turvy world.

"Did he make you jealous, Mother?" A sudden shift of tone. Nasty, scornful, Elly's voice lashed through the open air and she stepped forward - physically intimidating the older woman, while her understanding teenager's smirk turned into a harsh sneer, "Jealous for your own daughter you sick - "

WHAP!

Elly's world spun to the side. Burning shock. Pure shock, and burning pain.

Her mom hit her!

The underdressed negress opposite Elly, holding her own trembling hand, eyes wide with surprise and fear -

"I- E-Elly, I didn't mean to... I - "

Elly had never felt anything like it. Being hit. Being hit by her mom. And her hand was on her belt - on her swatter.

"Elly!"

Whsss...!

The teen tennis player swung, connecting only with air. Considering all her recent klutziness, Elly's mother evaded -

Whss... Whsss...!

E-Evaded, frustratingly dodged and jumped - inches or less from each full-arm swing. Hopping like a fluffy brown bunny, jiggling, leaping over the ottoman, running in circles around the coffee table, while Elly pursued - her swings wilder and her heart beating faster.

Her cheek - her face was burning! She had been hit, she...!

In a red haze, growling, stumbling and catching herself, chasing her bouncing mother in circles around the family room -

"Girls!"

Brand. Elly's mom stopped.

And Elaine got her opening to give the older negress one good -

WhssP!!

Elly whipped her mother - right across her flip-flopping thinly-clad boobs.

"NNNh-!" Protective hands warded away Elly's follow up, defensively -

"Elly!"

Looming, powerful, Brand t-took Elly's swatter away. Held her wrist steady with one hand, and pulled it right from the teen's guilty fingers with the other.

"Elly, explain this!" Still holding Elaine's wrist -

"Brand," Elly looked around the white man's body, glaring at her cowering mother, "It was her. I had to - she's been peeping and, Brand, she hit - "

"She was teasing me!" The older woman blurted, voice whining and cracking, pointing right at Elly.

Oh, no she did not! Aghast, Elly stepped around Brand, forward and to the side. Her mom was not about to pin this mess on her! In front of -

"Unbelievable!" Pulling on the hand restraining her, Elaine backhanded her mom's accusatory finger away with her remaining hand. "You slap me... you stare at my nipples and feet and up my skirt like some - some peeping perv, and you think - !"

"Both of you, stop and shut it."

O-oh...

It hurt worse than the slap. It... E-Elly...

"Elaine, it's been an hour since the last time. An hour that Ive been able to sit and work. And this...?"

E-Elly... silence. Elly... Elly...

"... She was the one peeping. She - she hit me," The teen finally whispered.

... Brand sighed.

"Yes. Yes, I heard. But, Elaine - you have the tools to handle your mother quietly, without all this ruckus. I was counting on you."

"I'm... Brand - I'm..."

Looking down at her, Brand held, squeezed Elaine's shoulders between his hands.

S-sorry.

E-Elly... Elly dropped her eyes to her feet.

Brand's body abruptly turned to the side, creating a passage - holding a shoulder each, mother and daughter.

"And, Nessie. We both know what is to blame for this."

Y-yes. Attention off her, rubbing her sore cheek, Elly's eyes shot up, shot daggers at her mom.

"Vanessa - is this how you treat your daughter? Is this how you want her to feel?"

Nappy black curls shook, swaying side to side.

"No more of this nonsense, understand? You are mother and daughter. Hug, and apologize."

... What?

No! Elly took a step -

A step nowhere, her shoulder held firmly in Brand's hand.

"Elaine."

The black girl froze. S-stopped. A gentle, reasonable male voice...

"Elly... show your mom its okay. That you're okay. That you love her." The hand on Elly's shoulder left, and -

"-Eep!" F-found her butt, with a grab and a squeeze. Glaring - this time at Brand -

"Elly, you're a good daughter, you can give your mother a hug." Serious gray eyes calmly returned her glare.

Serious, and strong. "Be a good example to your mom."

Prompting - light pressure on Elly's backside, on her miniskirt a-and the bare cheeks beneath...

Still resentful, still unsure and unwilling, Elaine felt her chest t-touch...

Her chest touched her mom's, her mother's free-hanging s-stuff, underneath her thin slip.

"Um, Elly..." Pressing, squishing - then female hands and arms gently wrapped around the teenager. Around her shoulders, around her limp elbows and small waist.

"Good girls. Say what you need to say."

Stiff in her mother's arms, feeling the other woman's... first awkwardness. Silence. But as Brand backed away, as Elaine didn't struggle, her mom's need, her need and her love slowly pulled at Elaine, tightening, literally pulled her -

"Elly... Elaine..." A whisper. A whisper for Elly, in her ear, her mom's jaw resting on Elly's shoulder, moving with her quiet words, "My... it's my fault. All of this. Everything. I'm sorry."

"I-I... I'm so sorry. Elly."

Something wet touched Elly's ear. A salty tear, tickling her, dripping down until it dangled from her earlobe.

"I never... never... I didn't mean for..."

For a time... quiet.

Quiet. In her mother's arms.

And Elaine, unresponsive, inhaling as little as possible...

"E-Elly, what you said? Earlier?" The hands on Elly's back, wrapped around her unresponsive arms, tightened. Clung, drawing the teen in further. Pressing mature curves against Elaine's body, h-her... "It's not true. You have to believe me. You have to - I love you. I-I never looked at you like... that. In school, or... not you, or girls or... never, before. Never."

Never before. Elly... Elly... sighed. Maybe. Neck and jaw on her mom's shoulder, she finally took in a real breath. Allowed her chest to move, to unfortunately move against her mom's breasts - and with the rush of air came the scent of her mother's hair, her shampoo, her lotion.

And her... musk.

"... Never before now," Elly whispered back. Feeling the press of heat and curves against her body - some soft, some firm... all of them feminine. All of them her... her mother's.

Her mother. Her mom. Elly bent her elbows, and hugged... hugged her mom back.

Kind of.

"Elly... E-Elly..." Softly repeating her name, almost whimpering in her arms -

"Maybe you really believe that, Mother," One of her hands drifting up, higher, Elaine stroked the older woman's fluffy hair.

Elaine could never... it was her entire world. Her childhood, her everything was tainted.

She gave her mom a perfunctory squeeze.

"I'm sorry, Elly. I..."

Elly couldn't take any more. Her stomach was tightening, her lungs aching for fresher air.

Extracting herself, removing her mom's clingy hands... one removed, the other - u-ugh. The first again. God. Elly... Elly...

On some instinct - it was the part of her mom's body Elly could touch best while creating physical distance... a-at maximum distance, Elaine leaned and pat-patted the side of her mother's hanging breasts.

"O-okay, Mom."

B-blush. Eew. Elly - her mom's shocked face, her big eyes and a big, audible swallow...

"Much better, Elaine. Like we talked about - it's not just punishment. A little appropriate affection and understanding will go a long way."

As of to emphasize the point, the white man pinched... pinched and patted Elly's butt in turn.

Her mom - even Brand. Elly needed to get away. To forget the clinging feel, the clinging scent of her mom, for just a moment. To d-deal with...

"I'm going to change the water, Brand. For the flowers. Our... our flowers."

Flushing, confused, retreating -

"I'm sorry."

Bare feet walked quickly to the kitchen. To the red and yellow roses. Passion and forgiveness - and Elly, face nearly buried, sniffed.

S-sff...

Sniffed deep. Sniffed a-and, cloying, underneath the clean smell of flowers - feminine musk followed her from the family room. Followed, as if her mom had f-

Elaine glanced behind her, and swallowed. Not followed. Her - her musk. God, her own frustrated...

E-Elly touched the flowers. Cared for them. Brought them to the sink. The poor things had been bedraggled from the start.

The colored girl carefully pinched, removing a wilted yellow petal.

Just a couple days old. It seemed like a lifetime ago - in her wet dress, Brand tall in the hallway...

Brand touching her.

Leaving the vase, the flowers, right where they were on the counter, Elaine walked... and with no sign of her mom, she quietly quick-stepped back to the older man's study.

The open door looked into the hallway, and Elly...

"I thought you might be by." Hands working and typing...

"You left this." A pair of fingers tapped some slim object - Elly's swatter.

"Oh." In the doorway, E-Elly... "Okay."

Elly... Elaine really wished she didn't have to ask. That Brand would simply tell her, enable her to... to be swept away, instead of coming to him like...

"Brand?"

The teenager brushed the opening of her blouse, feeling tension pull at her button.

"I'm really sorry. I don't... I don't want to be a nuisance. I don't."

"What happened - maybe I can make it up to you?" The black girl whispered, a-and... "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Pulling, Elly felt the button give. Slip through, opening her shirt nearly to her navel.

"A-anything? Brand?" Elly bit her lip.

Please. Opening her shirt, she - she wanted to. Wanted him to...

"Come here, Elaine."

Oh... gosh. Leaving the entryway behind, unable to keep a grateful smile off her face -

"Lift up your skirt. Let me look."

Elly -

Hands at the bottom of her too-short skirt, playing with her hem, E-Elly hesitated, smile disappearing into worry.

"The door's open. I - "

"Shh..." The white man shushed her, and touched Elly's hands. "This will only take a moment."

Indecisive, unmoving, Brand... Brand touched her hands, and helped her lift - sliding tight denim up Elly's thighs until between her legs, her thong... the wet edges of her puffy brown lips...

Two thick fingers touched, stroked the black girl's wedgie-opened slit through stretchy pink fabric, pressing and parting -

"Tuh-uh-umm... um, Br-"

"That's too sweet. You're wearing a thong. Was that for me?"

With a man's fingers between her bare legs, Elly nodded nervously. Needily. The - the door, the hallway...

"Bend over, Elly. Show me what you wore for me."

Elaine's mouth opened - opened too late. With her already turning, facing away. And a hand held her hip, steadying her, while another gently... firmly pushed her lower back.

"You're such a pretty girl, Elly."

Pushed until she was bent over, her barely covered butt and buttcrack on display, her holes hot and wet, peeking and grasping past and around their inadequate covering.

"The-the door..."

"Shh... dont complain."

Elly - Elly, shushed again, stopped. Tried to, really, stop complaining while Brand massaged her, grasping, kneading, s-spreading Elly's sensitive cheeks... "You're doing so well."

It was her doing - she should have... stupid. She didn't close the door, she came to Brand. She...

She... she couldn't stop the words. The buzzing complaints. Tried - couldn't. Glancing down the hallway nervously - just the door, and she'd be good, she - "Brand... the..."

"It's okay. Come on under the desk. It'll be our secret."

E-Elly, bent over -

"I need to keep an eye and ear on the hallway. Nobody will see you there - nice and safe."

God, blushing -

"Thank - "

Balancing...

"Thank you," Elly squeaked, wincing anxiously at the open hallway as Brand took a final long grope to her upturned black bottom.

F-finally. He let it go with a little slap.

Freed, skirt bunched at her hips, the bare-bottomed negro girl got down on her hands and knees and crawled headfirst into the dark, warm space underneath her mom's heavy office desk.

Um...

Elly pushed on Brand's knees... wiggling her thonged butt, rolling his chair - making room and turning awkwardly in the confined space. Trying... trying to be quiet, secret, while her heels and buttcheeks bumped... crawling and shifting until her head was oriented the right way - in the direction of Brand's genitals.

"Hey, beautiful," Brand smiled warmly at the trapped black girl peeking up from between his thighs.

"H-hi," Elly shyly smiled back, up. "Is this okay?"

"Mm..." A heavy hand patted the top of Elaine's head, petted her hair. Y-yes. Okay.

"I'm going to be working. Our secret, like I said." With the flip of a lever, the office chair sunk until it was well under the lip of the desk. "This is a little - kind of a little job training for you."

Oh. Elly... Elly swallowed.

"Do you need help?"

Help?

Elly - "No." Flushing, h-hands touched, nervously fumbled with the white man's zipper, "No, I..."

Oh, god. She could feel It through his pants. Feel Brand's growing warmth - feel him responding to... to her. Unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping...

"I've g-got it."

Pulling, until...

It was very nearly at full attention. Thick, veiny, and... and hers. In her hand, in her face.

"Wow..."

B-Big. In the light of day, above her face...

A chuckle, just above her head, and then the staccato rhythm of typing and clicking.

Big. And Elly...

Elly, eyes wide, she didn't know - under the desk, she put her fingers between her legs.

"Hhh..." Her fingers parted her thick, dark lips. Lips... lips touching Brand's shaft... His fat dick...

A hand snaked around the back of her head pushing and smooshing her face right into it.

"Mmfp?"

"That's right," Brand whispered above her. S-secret. And still working. "You're a big girl - give it a good big desk girl suck."

D-desk girl. In her confined, enclosed space, hard white penis squishing her cute brown face, Elly opened her mouth wide.

Awkwardly turning her neck, tilting her head perpendicular to Brand's upright dick, the black desk girl got to work.

Sucking, sliding, putting her dick sucking... her thick dick sucking lips to work, Elaine -

Sslll-pP!

Slurped. S-slurped, and licked, and rotated her head and stuck out her long tongue and licked a-a-all the way up to the older white businessman's juicy purple helmet.

Gl-mMp!

Elly planted her mouth firmly on it. Deep. F-far, and h-head bobbing, eyes seeking approval, the colored teenager peeked out from underneath the edge of the office desk...

A-approval. Brand's attention was straight ahead. On his work, while Elly -

Glmmp... gmmp... Gl-glmp...

A final hard keystroke, and warm gray eyes met Elaine, working hard.

"There's a good helper..."

Eyes wet, mouth full, Elly managed a small smile.

Brand stroked her cheek, inched his chair back, and h-helped her off.

"Thank... th-thank... " Fresh air - Elly...

"Good girl." Brand pushed her back down, not on his dick - alongside it, underneath it.

"Don't be afraid to sniff and smell. I think it'll feel normal for you."

E-Elly...

"Go on. I find it very respectful, very sweet. Try it."

Elly couldn't really say no. She...

S-sff...

Sniffed. Elly kissed... k-kissed, licked, a-and...

Ssfff...

"That's great, Sweetie. Do you like sniffing it?"

Y- "Um, mm-hmm..." Elly... kind of. Yes. It felt weird, and embarrassing, and smelled... smelled. But...

"The balls, too. Sniff and lick, cutie."

O-oh. Holding Brand's strong white shaft up... pulling and removing fabric, a-accessing... Elly tentatively...

Elaine tenderly, carefully extracted Brand's balls. And... a-and...

Sff...

Sniffed Brand's hairy, soft sack.

Ssfff...

Sniffed it, and licked her lips.

And kissed it. Kissed his sack, and sucked... gently sucked a delicate ball into her soft lips. Sucked, sniffed, while her hand grabbed his penis... slowly, closing her eyes, moving her hips, she sucked, and stroked, and r-rubbed strong white penis on her face, pressed soft warmth with her face and held it with her hands and sucked with her mouth and...

And, letting Brand's scrotum drop from her lips -

Ssffff... sff-sff-sff...

Elly sniffed her way up Brand's shaft. Sniffed, and firmly planted her nose on the tip of Brand's penis, on his small slit, and -

Ss-SSFfff - !

Brand laughed.

L-laughed! Elly retreated, almost banging her head on the desk above her. Embarrassed, utterly... Elly knew she was doing it wrong! O-or overdoing it, or -

"That was perfect."

Working above her, clicking his mouse, a hand rested on Elly's head, and pushed her down. This time pushed her lips and tongue and mouth back on the white man's fat dick.

"You're getting so much better. You'll be a great cock sucker in no time, Elly."

Blushing, flushing, Elly... Elly didn't answer that sentiment. G-god, she...

Butterflies in her tummy, she tried even a little harder. To... to suck. To suck c-cock.

"Stay on it. Don't stop."

Sucking, bobbing, trying to find space to... getting in a rhythm, trying to find space under Brand's desk to attend her own needs, concentration to not - not stop...

The stiff fabric of her denim skirt in the way... her thong, frustratingly slick and wedged between her engorged outer labia...

Dutifully, uninterrupted, attending Brand's -

Brand leaned back, almost **** the working black girl as his dick rested against the back of Elly's throat.

"You got the report, then, Frank?"

He, without saying anything - he was on the phone! With Elly stuck on his penis h-he was c-calling! Elly -

"Mm, that's right. Yes. Yes, I know, I will."

A hand tapped Elaine's suddenly motionless head, p-prompting her into shameful movement.

"I know."

While Brand talked, conducted business. E-Elly...

Elly quietly bobbed her head, and pulled aside her thong.

"Right. Yes. Better than anticipated. Yes, faster too. It's delicate, but the project is proving both feasible and, at this time, sustainable."

Brand l-looked, looked down at Elly, dutifully, uncomfortably, somewhat unhappily sucking his cock, and winked.

"Good girl..." Brand mouthed.

G-good...

Brow furrowed in distress, Elaine... she tried to look pleasant. She...

G-Glmmp!

"Yes, Ill send over all the relevant materials. I think you'll be more than impressed at the developments Ive put together."

For the virgin girl, it was almost worse with Brand looking down at her. Stroking her hair, her cheek, talking to... to whomever while looking, while Elly -

Elly, tongue extended past her bottom lip, head in motion, c-clit wagging between her legs - finally free and pulsing with need... Elly sucked. Sucked her best, and touched herself and...

"Yes... no... yes. Yes. Of course, Frank. It's going quite a bit better than even I anticipated. I think the whole team will be quite literally blown away."

Quiet, for a moment quiet, and Brand. Brand looking at Elly... touching her hair with his fingers and her cheek with his thumb -

Elaine nuzzled his hand, tentatively touched her clit and quietly slurped her lips and tongue along hard -

"MmnH!"

Elly f-flinched as Brand slapped his thigh, right next to her face, laughing loudly at something said on the other end of the phone call.

"Yes, I'll be back in the office soon. No need to worry."

"Y- Ah, I'd best be getting back to it. Something important is coming up. ...Yeah, soon, Frank."

"... Whew!" The phone clattered on the desk, "Almost there. You're doing such a good job - my little desk secret."

Elly - shameful p-pride at Brand's words... pride, humiliation and... she was still up-upset with...

"My helper."

Bobbing, bobbing her pretty black girl face on the older man's dick, Elly flushed.

"It's coming."

O-oh. Elly braced... tried to brace. Cramped, unbalanced -

"Now."

Wait -

"Swallow."

"W-mmn!" Wait!

Off balance, one foot trapped underneath her, fingers still on her clit - stuff hit the back of Elly's throat. Increasingly familiar, unwelcome, gooey -

Gasping.

"HhhN- NNK!"

Male slime sucked in, was pulled into Elly's throat as a single slippery mass with her gasp, and got immediately ejected by sneezing, coughing, **** -

"NnK - NkK!"

"HnNKK! KhnK!"

Sperm and more shot out of Elaine's broad negro nostrils, twin gray-white stream that stretched across her quivering lips.

In the **** black girl's dark little alcove, light shifted -

Brand leaned down.

H-horror. "Don't... don't look!" Pure, mortified, horror.

Twin streams of cum bubbling from her nose - Brand couldn't see her like... R-retreating, Elly - "Don't - !"

"Elaine, don't be ridiculous. I've seen - " Gray eyes pierced the dim light.

"Oh. Wow."

Oh, god. Half covering her face with her hand...

"I - I tried..." Voice squeaky as Elly s-suh-suppressed a cough, "I - t-too... -KnK!"

"T-too fuh-fast." Elly, failed again, messy again, concluded miserably.

Brand laughed.

L-laughed. "You just cant catch a break there, can you?"

Elly sh-shook her head, trying to keep more g-gross... dripping -

Half sobbing, half laughing with Brand herself, the black girl shook her head. Sh-shook her ch-chest and sh-shoulders -

"Khh-K!"

And s-snorted out... and s-swallowed. Swallowed to help s-stop...

"Come on, Sweetie." Reaching between Elly's legs, B-Brand touched -

Touched Elly's thong. Grabbed, and pulled, and stretched...

"Legs." Pulled... "Legs, Elly."

"I'm..." Confused, stuck, dripping, "I'm trying." Elaine untwisted, extended her legs, and almost rolled onto her back.

While her thong panties were peeled off, and removed into Brand's hands.

"It's not much," Brand stretched the sides of Elaine's hot pink thong to demonstrate, "... But maybe you can get clean enough to - ah."

A casual grunt was all the warning Elaine got before her thong was shot to her face like a rubber band and the white man shoved his rolling office chair in, shoved Elly back and tipped her on her back for real. Onto her back with her knees jackknifed towards her shoulders and her head against the far side of the foot well, cramping the black teenager into a bare-bottomed upside down ball.

Elly, trapped, squished in her tiny wooden - "Bran-!"

"Be a quiet girl." The white man murmured.

Quiet? E-Elly - !

Elly's feet pressed hard against the roof of the foot well, as Brand and Elly sorted out their cramped space. A chair and four human legs and one compacted colored girl...

"muh - "

One leg, Brand's leg... his ankle and foot found room right in the cradle formed between Elly's legs.

Right on her puffy little -

"Don't lurk about in the hallway, Nessie. Its just me."

Mom?!

Elly's instantly tense runner's legs nearly lifted the heavy desk above her into the air.

She waited, filth dripping from her nose, not daring move a muscle...

"Um, sorry. I..."

Some muscle moved on its own. Her needy, tender lips parted by the back edge of Brand's shoe, the black girl... it was tiny, inaudible, hardly noticeable.

A hump.

"I'm a little busy, Vanessa. What is it you need?"

Qu-quiet! Elaine's hands found her lips, and silently, desperately stuffed her thong into her mouth as...

A little click signified the office door closing behind her mother. L-leave! With the door closed the balled-up black girl feel somehow more trapped. Trapped and so close to discovery...

"I... Elly. I haven't seen her, a-and..."

Elaine couldn't be here for this. And - couldn't leave. With her mother a mere half room away she wanted to yell, scream, tell her mom, tell Brand...

Any movement might -

Oh! Oh... biting on her thong, Brand flexed his heel, flexed it right into a tiny negro hump.

"I..." Some tight hesitation... "I was coming to ask you, Daddy."

Daddy?!

Elaine almost choked on her own thong gag. Biting on the fabric with her teeth...

Daddy. She - her older... her mother - !

"I thought she might be... might be... u-um..."

Elly was closer than ever to her intruding mother - locked in a humid box, commanded by the needs of her throbbing sex, slimy and silently sucking in recycling musk through her own thong.

"Maybe she's just hiding from all those peeps, Nessie." Somehow Brand's voice had no edge. Calm, reasonable, a little amused... "Did you get in trouble again?"

"No! I... I don't... didn't..."

The streams of cum on Elly's face was no longer dripping from her nostrils - it was sleepily dripping towards the twin caverns. Dripping thickly.

"You couldn't help yourself, could you? Peeping?"

"A-anyone would have noticed - anyone. Her nipple was out! Sh-she..."

The pervert - !

"Listen to yourself, Nessie. You really do need extra supervision, don't you?"

The smirk in Brand's voice got punctuated by a real tap followed by a firm press - smooth leather against Elaine's need.

"I..."

G-grinding...

"Like work, maybe? Like Peeps and Keeps with Miss Cheryl - with Mommie and the girls, Nessie? Is that what you were looking for?"

Elly was defenseless. Completely … 'Peeps and … ' Huh?

"N-no!"

"That's... no." Her mom's breathy voice, hovering over the desk... she was so close, just above - above humping, stomach-tightening Elly. "Daddy, no. Don't - don't say that."

She sounded firm, disgusted.

She sounded completely unconvincing.

"Daddy... don't. My key. Don't put her in charge of my key. I cant ask her - and shed never let me out, not..."

Elaine's eyes fluttered and rolled as the trickle of ejaculate flooded her nostrils, sucked in with what oxygen she had managed and flowing through her sinuses.

"Please. Brand, I'll be good. Better. I need... Please!"

Hot. Light-headed, upside down and silent.

And flexing her stomach. Humping Brand's shoe, ankle, a-anything...

"Then you had better show some self control, Vanessa. Whatever else - this is for your own good. Elaine is going to get your full respect - respect that you've been working on."

Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod -

The goopy runoff... the back of her throat. The doubled-up black girl had to - had to swallow, or gag.

"Then, maybe, you'll get a peep, or a pat, or a sniff, or time out of your belt. But you will not get that kind of privilege from me around this house any more while she's in charge. Is that clear?"

Teary eyes open and bulging, staring at shadowed wood, Elly quietly flexed her **** throat, and swallowed...

"That's - !"

Humping, her slit slipping up and down, her clit mushing, the teenager silently gulped sperm and more i-into her tight tummy.

"Nessie, say you understand."

Down her throat, no tasting, no... no gagging. She couldn't - her mom's voice, so close...

She swallowed.

"Respect... I... D-Daddy."

Swallowed, a continual trickle, swallowing and biting, grinding her clit on Brand's tapping shoe -

"Daddy, please, our... what we talked about - "

Sweating, swallowing, humping and grinding, Elly... please. Please -

"You heard me, Vanessa. You're only going to get into trouble. Keep yourself occupied until Elly gets around to you - lunches, work. You're a hard worker, Nessie."

It dissipated. Slowly, in waves, the thing thrumming in her belly, making her clit ache, driving her mad, dissolved with a small sigh.

"My hard worker. Go. Elly will be along."

Oh, god. Disgust, and... thank you.

Sucking on her sweet thong, Elly - thank you thank you -

"Thank you. I-I mean, yes. I..."

Elaine nearly spasmed.

"Th-thank you, Daddy."

Did spasm - not from her slow, half-ruined orgasm, but from loathing, private humiliation.

"Be a good girl. Close the door behind you, Nessie."

The pressure holding Elaine's back in place - Brand's chair vanished. But uncomfortable as she was, as much as she needed fresh air to breathe, Elly didn't move. Showing her face, removing herself from her dark corner s-seemed...

"She's gone."

At Brand's prompt, Elly couldn't...

Extracting the panties from her mouth, lowering herself, Elaine sucked in precious oxygen.

Breathe.

"Elly?"

A shoe lightly prodded, tapped the black girl between her legs, her swollen lips and nub -

S-stop.

"N-no."

Elaine pushed her palms against the shoe, s-stopped it. She... scooting her butt carefully away...

"No more. I... I, um - "

Please... Brand was leaning down, looking, frowning, puzzled -

"I, um, I already..."

Elaine rubbed her knees.

"You came?" Elly... " Like that - when you were down there?" Lifting his leg, Brand inspected his slickened shoe.

Elly suppressed a whimper. Nodded. N-nod- nodded.

"Interesting."

Humiliation.

"Not much of a squirt." Oh... oh god. "Are you sure?"

Still stuck bottomless in the dark...No, no more. No more words. The mournful black girl nodded again.

The handsome white man raised a skeptical eyebrow, and Elly - the words tumbled out after all.

"I don't usually - didn't ever squirt before..." Before... "Um, be-before."

More waiting - as if... as if Elly could explain...

"I-I'm sorry." Elaine finally whispered.

"Sorry." Elly apologized, and looked away.

A-and slowly, self-consciously, flexed her back, stomach and legs, lifted her butt off the floor, to try her best to tug her skirt back into place - to cover herself before she got up.