John McKeon - Secretary in chains

Leah pushed her pink tongue between Fay's outer cunt-lips and lapped at the slick fluid still oozing from her slit, a delicious mixture of Jerry's cum and Fay's aroused juices. Leah's fingers parted Fay's cunt-lips, stretching them apart until her inner pussy glistened open and exposed to Leah's hungry mouth. Leah covered Fay's pussy-lips with her mouth, sucking and stabbing her tongue as deeply into Fay's hole as possible.

Fay felt the invasion of Leah's tongue like the hungry thrust of a cock, its slick sides pushing into her canal and filling her with shuddering sensations of delight. Fay spread her thighs wider, her fingers locked in Leah's dark hair, encouraging her with moans and whimpering to continue feasting. Fay realized that Leah's tongue moved with a skill beyond any pussy-eating her ex-husband had ever employed.

As Fay's pussy responded to Leah's tongue, she felt a sense of obligation to reciprocate the pleasure she was receiving. Thinking about sucking Leah's pussy sent a perverse thrill of delight coursing through her veins that surprised Fay. Changing positions, Fay scooted under Leah's hips until she looked directly up into Leah's pussy. Leah's dark curls were the same as her own. It was like getting ready to eat herself. Fay lifted her head and pressed her lips against Leah's succulent vulva, feeling the juices moistening her lips as she pressed her face further into Leah's curls. Fay opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into Leah's slit, feeling the slick juices pouring onto her tongue.

The fluid tasted delicious. Fay felt a twinge of joy coursing through her pussy as she lapped at Leah's cunt. Nothing could be more perverse than bending down to eat one's own pussy, but that was the feeling Fay had as she feasted in Leah's hot cunt. Again and again, Fay jabbed her tongue into Leah's sucking gash, pushing into Leah's insides with eager enthusiasm.

Fay tasted Leah's pussy like she was sampling the rarest wine in the world. But once tasted, she could not restrain herself from gobbling and eating like a pig, her tongue plunging in and out of Leah's cunt with slurping sounds of pleasure. Fay's mouth devoured Leah's cunt. She sucked the juices into her mouth like a starving person. The faster she lapped at Leah's pussy, the more aroused Fay became.

Both women moaned and purred on the bed, rolling and twisting like two people caught in a trap of compelling delight. They sucked and clawed at each other like beasts, trying with increasing need to draw themselves to climax. Slurping wetly, Fay inhaled the aroma of Leah's steaming box. Even the fragrance caused her to burn closer and closer to orgasm.

Fay caught sight of their reflection in the mirror against the back wall. They looked, like two savages, locked together in mortal combat. Fay felt her breasts burning with sensual desire. Her nipples tingled with constant currents of energy as Leah sucked harder on her pussy and twisted her fingers viciously around Fay's nipples.

And then their climaxes came at the same time, baking out of their flesh in violent eruptions of bliss. They both screamed and snarled, their bodies twisting and writhing like snakes, slithering around in the center of the bed until one could not be distinguished from the other. Sweat streaked their flesh, causing their skin to glisten with slick moisture.

Their climaxes went on and on, keeping them locked in each other's arms, their mouth feasting, their hips churning and thrusting. Fay felt like everything in the world disappeared except herself, blasting again and again into sensual explosions. No one existed other than herself. Even Leah was fused into herself, her climax was Fay's climax. The passion drained away slowly.

Leah continued puffing and slurping her tongue up the sensitive slit in Fay's vulva. Fay copied Leah. They nursed and tasted each other's feverish flesh with the tenderness and sensitivity they would exhibit on themselves. Fay felt herself slowly returning to normal. As her passion began to drain away, her guilt began to return. She had done something her mind in the past would not even have thought about. She felt shame creeping like an unwanted serpent up her neck.

Leah rolled away from her and sat up, pushing her hair away from her face and smiling. "I told you you'd enjoy it, didn't I?" Leah stood up and began putting on her clothes. "I guess you'll have to go to work now."

Fay glanced out the window. The sun was much higher now. She would have to hurry. Fear for her job shot through her. "Please don't tell anyone what happened."

"Why?" Leah answered teasingly. "Afraid the rest of the world will find out you like sex?"

"But I don't like it…" Fay stopped talking and thought about the silly thing she had said.

"No, that's not true. What I mean is, I'll lose my job if Mr. Capatosto finds out about this."

"You're trying to continue being the sweet, virginal little girl from Small Town, U.S.A. Forget it." Leah lit a cigarette and resumed her chair. "I'll show you what life is all about. You look to me like someone who's just been divorced and now is running away to hide from the bad thing that happened. Well, there's only one way to get over something like that, and it's not to dig a hole and bury yourself in it. You've got to go out and get your pleasure while you can. Take it! It's out there for you."

Fay walked naked to the dresser and began selecting her clothes. She wanted Leah to leave so she could take a long shower before dressing. She was embarrassed by Leah's talk, yet fascinated at the same time. She could not argue with herself that she had not enjoyed the surprising thing that had happened in the last two days. She knew if she allowed her frightening relationship to go on with Leah that she would be exposed to a world she had never known before. She needed time to think.

Finally, Leah saw her hesitation and laughed, stabbing out her cigarette. "Think about it. You're too beautiful not to be enjoyed." Leah stood and turned around in the center of the room. "Look at me. We both look alike yet we're complete opposites. You're going to work and I'm going out, to have fun. You can have the same thing if you want it." Leah walked to the door and turned.

"Meet me for lunch in the Crest Room."

"I can't afford that."

"Then the coffee shop?"

"Maybe."

When Leah left, Fay showered quickly. Dressed for work, she hurried to the coffee shop in the Grand View Clubhouse. She barely had time for breakfast before she had to report to Mr. Capatosto. As she ate her eggs, Fay looked around at the other morning breakfasters. Most of them were dressed in casual clothes. Their day would be spent either on the tennis courts or swimming or horseback riding or playing golf or skeet shooting. The club had everything to offer those who could afford it.

Fay felt a twinge of jealousy. Leah was right, she was going to work and the other people around her were going to play. Yet Fay was glad to have the job. Without it she didn't know where she would be – out on the street. Still it wouldn't hurt to get to know Leah better. Maybe there was some magic way to enjoy the finer things in life without being born to richness.

"The finer things in life include satisfying your senses," Leah said at noon while they sat across from each other in a booth at the coffee shop. Leah wore a chic tennis outfit, her shapely tanned legs tucked comfortably under her. Fay felt slightly foolish the way Leah seemed to have all the answers. "And sex is at the top of the list," Leah continued. "If you are afraid or ashamed to enjoy sex, you're missing the most enjoyable part of claiming female independence."

Fay sipped her coffee, her eyes glancing around the coffee shop. "So how does enjoying sex get me out of work?" As soon as she said it the obvious answer came to her. She looked at Leah, her face a question.