John McKeon - Secretary in chains

Even the employees' rooms, however, revealed the class of the Grand View Tennis Resort. Fay's reflection stared back at her from the wall-sized mirror in the bathroom. She stepped out of her clothes, feeling the shame and humiliation returning as she watched her reflection. How could she have behaved so lustfully? She had never been that way with Erik, her ex-husband. She shivered and turned the water on in the shower, feeling the need to wash the remaining odor of sex from her body.

The telephone rang just as she prepared to step into the hot spray. Fay walked naked into the bedroom and lifted the receiver. Jerry's voice was low and sensual. "You were terrific, baby. We'll have to do it again real soon."

Fay gasped in shock. It hadn't taken Jerry long to find out her room number. The phone clicked dead in her hand before she could protest and beg Jerry to leave her alone and forget what had happened. Fay wanted to be left alone to lick the wounds of her divorce. That's why she had moved away and taken this job at the resort. San Diego had been cold to her when she first arrived and she was down to her last dollar when the offer came at the resort. She had accepted gratefully. She had to make good on the job or she would wind up having to beg her ex-husband for money.

Fay was terrified that Jerry or Leah would spread the word about what had happened in the sauna and she would lose her job. And the threat of "…doing it again real soon" frightened her frightened her because of the strong desire to have it happen again that bubbled up in her mind. Fay returned to the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror. A red rash of desire spotted her shoulders and tits. She felt her breasts throbbing with lust. Fay's cunt quivered; the sticky cum smeared into her cunt hair, its aroma wafting up into her nostrils.

What was wrong with her? She pictured Jerry Hunt's muscular body bound helplessly to a post while she ravished his huge cock. What frightened her was that she wanted to ravish Jerry Hunt more than he could possibly want her. Fay hated herself for the strange desires that tormented her thinking. Was she losing her mind? She had never had such wicked thoughts before.

Fay's reflection burned back at her from the mirror. Her naked body glistened with the perspiration of heated desire. Fay's fingers toyed with the outer lips of her pussy. She spread her fingers through her cunt hair and parted her lips to expose the tender pink flesh of her inner cunt. Fay caressed her slit, stroking the wet valley tenderly; her fingers circling her clit until it poked itself to attention. Maybe if she released more of the tension filling her flesh she could take her mind from its sudden perverted fascination with sex.

Fay stroked her pussy until it came alive with dripping desire, and she plunged her fingers into her cunt, one at a time, until all four fingers of her right hand were stuffed into her slit. Like an obscene animal, Fay masturbated in front of the mirror; her body curved forward, one hand pinching and twisting her nipples while her other hand stabbed her fingers in and out of her pussy.

Fay pictured Jerry's erect cock in front of her.

She pretended her mouth was sucking on its head, her tongue bathing it with the juices from her mouth. Fay gulped and flicked her fingers faster and faster over her clitoris. Her heated flesh surged with electric intensity as her arousal grew with each breath she took. Fay's firm, young body danced in a sensual rhythm as passion flared through her loins.

Cum! Cummmm! Make yourself cummmmm! Fay felt evil for the perverse thoughts of desire filling her mind. She wanted to punish herself for what she was doing. FPay's fingers tightened on her nipples and she began twisting and pinching herself until tears came to her eyes and her breasts stung with tortured sensation.

Pulling and stretching her breasts, Fay stabbed her fingers deeper and deeper into her pussy, forcing her tender flesh to take the most torturous punishment she could give it. She felt wicked. She deserved pain, not pleasure. She began slapping the insides of her thighs at the same time she pulled and tore at her breasts. Her fingers should not touch her cunt; she didn't deserve that pleasure. Fay began slapping herself all over. She was a wicked child that needed punishing.

But after a few swats to her buttocks, Fay realized it was no use denying the desire that flamed in her loins with never-ceasing urgency. She returned her fingers to her cunt and resumed masturbating herself. It was the only way to release the tension so she could get her mind on something else. And as her fingers stabbed in and out of her pussy, Fay suddenly exploded with violent intensity as her climax washed through her flesh.

As soon as her climax began, Fay stepped into the steaming shower spray. She exposed her breasts to the burning water, feeling the drops burning into her flesh like lashes as her body convulsed in spasm after spasm. Scalding water ran in a river between her big breasts that pointed straight and firm from her body like succulent melons. The spray kept her nipples pointed and hard with sensitivity.

With her knees spread, Fay's fingers plunged into her pussy. She used both hands, stabbing at her gaping slit so eagerly that her fingertips only succeeded in stabbing a small way into her hole. Finally Fay began stroking her pussy, her fingers fluttering up her thighs to caress over her mound lightly. Slowly her contractions subsided.

Fay picked up the soap and lathered her tingling body. The spray washed away the control her lust had on her. She began to relax. Maybe things would be all right now. Exhausted, Fay toweled herself dry and fell into bed. Sleep came quickly. Fay dreamed she was trapped in a hotel room and Jerry came in and gagged her and raped her. Fay tossed and turned. In her sleep the hands felt real, running over her body, pinching and slapping her flesh.

Suddenly Fay stirred in her sleep. The hands felt too real. She opened her eyes and sat up, wide awake! Jerry was naked beside her. Fay looked toward the windows. She saw streaks of red in the sky but could not decide whether it was evening or if she'd slept through till morning. Fay bolted against the headboard, trying to hide herself with the sheet, but Jerry's fingers pulled it away.

"How did you get in here?"

Jerry smiled, holding up a key. "I get around." His tennis shorts were on the floor. Jerry moved closer, his right fist pulling Fay's ankle, sliding her back to the center of the bed. "How about a quick fuck before I go to work?"

So it was morning. Fay tried to pull away from him, but her effort was useless. Not again! She pleaded with herself. But already she could feel her arousal growing as she responded to Jerry's advance. As though manipulating a child, Jerry spread Fay's thighs and lowered his head to her awakening pussy. She felt his tongue bathing her hairy mound, slurping wetly between her legs until her slit dripped with his saliva and his tongue easily lapped into her pink interior.

"Oh, please! No!" Fay begged. "Don't do this to me!"

But her fingers entwined themselves in his hair and locked his hungry mouth to her cunt. Even his hot breath blowing and puffing into her box aroused Fay's passion. She felt her need building and building like before until she again began losing control of herself. Her body took over, and she pulled his head harder and harder against her cunt until he was struggling for air.

Fay locked her thighs around his head. She turned around so her knees straddled his face and her own face hovered over his erect cock. Fay rested on her elbows, her fingers lifting Jerry's balls while her mouth engulfed his purple cock-head. She bobbed her head up and down, feeling his satiny knob caressing her tongue and cheeks. She tasted the salty flavor of his dick, sucking and swallowing as far down his shaft as she could.