Marvin Cox: Secretary in shackles

"Goddddd!" she gasped. "I… I can't stand it!"

"Now," Mark grunted, heaving his body upward, planting the first glob of cum inside her pussy. "Fuck my cock now, baby!"

When Gina felt the scalding, bubbling cum burst into her pussy, the pressure inside her cunt became almost unbearable. Her own climax seemed to be never reaching fulfillment, yet never going away.

"Nooooo!" she screamed, thinking her cunt would explode from the agony.

"Take it all, Gina," Mark growled, plunging in the last of his cum. He held his prick inside her cunt for a few long moments, then slowly relaxed. "Ahhhhh… that was the best ever," he moaned, falling back.

Gina was exhausted, but, not so exhausted that she didn't feel a sense of frustration and anger. She exhaled loudly and got off his prick and lay on her side.

"How about that drink now?" Mark said, giving her a smile. "You into that?"

"No," Gina said slowly, "I… I think we should talk."

"About what?" he asked innocently.

"Why can't you fuck… my way?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked, frowning. "You want me to… choke you?"

"Well, yes, I did," Gina admitted, although without the heat of passion her request did sound a little foolish.

"Look, Gina, I'm just not that kind of person," Mark said patiently, as if she were a slightly backward child. "I believe that a man and woman should make love, like I said. We don't have to humiliate each other and stuff like that."

"I see," Gina said, her tone conveying that she obviously didn't see at all.

"If you're into ropes and whips and leather boots and all that, you'll just have to find someone else," Mark continued. He then gave her a rather stunned look. "You aren't into ropes, are you?" he asked.

"I… I could be," Gina admitted. She then flushed with anger. "Well, it's not like I'm asking for the world," she snapped. "Couldn't we just try it my way?" she asked reasonably.

"And why can't we try it my way?" Mark countered.

It was an obvious standoff, and they both realized it. They looked at each other for a long while, then averted their eyes.

"I guess I'd better go," Gina said, her voice sad.

"Don't, please," Mark said. "We can work this out. I'm sure we can."

"Perhaps, but not now, not tonight," Gina said, getting off the bed.

She dressed in silence, then gave him a light kiss before she went to the door. Mark was looking confused and a little guilty, wandering around the living room as if didn't live there.

"You have to understand," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I… I'm just a straight arrow, I can't help it."

"And I thought I was, too," Gina said, her hand on the doorknob. "Well, I'll see you Monday at work," she said, opening the door.

After she'd gone, Mark sat down on the couch and tried to sort out his feelings. Christ, he'd been in love with Gina since he'd first seen her a couple of years before. And, it was only this week he'd managed to get her in bed. She seemed so sweet, so… well, almost virginal. That was the woman he'd fallen in love with. Not this, this… wildcat.

What if he couldn't do as she asked? Was he to blame? He'd always done what was right. He'd graduated from high school, finished college just four years later, taken his CPA two years after that and started his business. He'd gone completely by the book. Next, was marriage. Couldn't Gina understand that?

Sure, sex was meant to be fun, but wasn't the real purpose to have children?

Oh well, he'd work on her. She'd see his point of view and thank him for it. After all, they weren't kids anymore.

Outside, Gina was feeling alone and depressed. Why couldn't Mark see her point of view? Can't people change if they want to? Christ, can't they do something just for the fun of it?

Hell, she'd lived her whole life by the book, and until she'd seen that construction worker they called Tony, she'd been miserable.

Couldn't Mark realize that sex wasn't just for having children? That it was meant for fun? And, neither of them were getting any younger. They weren't kids anymore.

Oh well, she'd work on him. He'd see her point of view and thank her for it.

Until then, however, she had to have time to think, explore her own feelings. She started the car and headed toward Cooper Street.

She knew the construction site would be deserted, but she had to go anyway. She wanted to see the element that had spawned Tony, to feel the same dirt under her feet that he felt.

She parked her car on a side street and walked toward the site, her heart thundering. Without realizing it, she knew where she was going. She wanted to enter the shanty if it wasn't locked, to see where Tony sat and talked on his breaks. Perhaps even the smell of him would be lingering.

She felt her cunt twitch as she neared the building.

Cautiously, she pushed against the door, finding it open. She peered into the darkness, then stepped inside. Slowly she closed the door.

Somehow, she found a light switch and flicked it on. The room brightened with a pale, amber glow from a small, naked bulb in one corner.

It was almost as she'd imagined it would be. Dark and dirty, all sorts of tools lying about, rickety table and three battered chairs. It struck her odd, however, that an old, smelly mattress was thrown in one corner. The place smelled of sweat and gasoline, oil and stale beer.

Again, her pussy twitched with desire. She could almost feel his presence. She walked over and touched the back of one chair, wondering if his sweaty, naked back had leaned against it just hours ago.

Without knowing why, she leaned down and kissed the cold, paint-peeling wood. The twitch in her cunt became a delicate flutter. She pressed her right hand against her pussy, then gave a gasp.

Suddenly, the door flung open and there stood Tony.

Gina looked at him with a horrified expression, wondering if he were real or a product of her imagination. She felt her knees go weak.

"You!" she finally managed to splutter out. "I followed you here," the man said, a cocky smile was on his handsome face. "I thought we might get together sooner or later. I guess it's gonna be sooner."

"Excuse me, I… I…"

"Why'd you come?" the man asked, taking a step inside the shanty and closing the door. "You wanted to fuck me, right?"

Gina couldn't imagine feeling more terrified, more ridiculous. What could she say? Yes? And have him throw her down on that filthy mattress, and fuck her.

"How did you know I was here?" she finally managed to say.

"I followed you," Tony said. "I thought maybe when you left that guy's house, I might pay you a visit."

Gina shivered with fear. How long had he followed her? From the first time she'd seen him? And, he probably knew where she lived, if he knew where Mark lived. What if she'd gone home instead of coming here?

She suddenly realized just how foolish she'd been. He could be a maniac. He could, do anything to her, even kill her!

Gathering her courage, she bolted toward the door, hoping she could race past him. Even as she thought it, she knew it was a ridiculous idea. Sure enough, he grabbed her arm with his large, rough hand.

"You came to fuck, didn't you?" he said, his tone cruel. "Well, by God, baby, that's exactly what we're gonna do. I fucking saw you prancing around here today, showing off these big knockers, giving me that look. So don't play Miss Frost with me."

"Let me go… you're hurting me," Gina gasped.

"Baby, you don't know what hurt is," the man said.

Before Gina knew what was happening, his mouth was on hers. More than a kiss, however, it was like receiving a wound. She felt as if her jawbone would crack under the pressure. She tasted tobacco and beer on his breath.