John McKeon - Secretary in chains

Leah shook her head, smiling. "I didn't mean selling it like a whore, although if worst came to worst, I'd do that, but there are easier ways than selling it to everyone. I believe in giving it away." Leah changed positions; her legs stretching forward under the table until her knees touched Fay's. "I believe in taking sex anywhere I can find it, from whoever turns me on, any time I feel like it."

"If you don't work and you don't sell sex, how do you live at Grand View?"

"I have a boy friend who provides what I need. In that sense, I suppose you could say I sell sex. I don't live at the club, though. I live in a house not far from here. I'm a member of the club and I spend most of my days here. I make contact with people here. The attractive ones I take home and enjoy." Leah's bare toes began stroking the insides of Fay's thighs under the table.

At the first contact with Leah's toes, Fay's eyes widened in surprise. Quickly Fay looked around the room. Leah's legs were hidden from view by the booth and tabletop. Fay felt a rush of forbidden desire at the first touch of Leah's toes on her panties. Leah's touch was deft and sure. Fay could not resist the desire to spread her thighs. Leah's heels rested on the seat between Fay's thighs. Leah's toes wiggled eagerly into Fay's crotch. Fay took it as long as she could, then pushed Leah's feet away as shame flushed her cheeks.

Leah only smiled at her. "The problem with you," Leah said, "is you can't loosen up." Leah continued stroking Fay's legs below her knees. "You can't enjoy sex if you won't even let your mind think about it. Have you ever seen a sex show?"

Fay shook her head, feeling her skin blushing even deeper.

"I'll pick you up after work and take you to one with my boy friend as the live performer. He is the most perverted prick in the world. That's why he's my boy friend. But you'll understand all that when you see him. Right now I have him chained to his work." Leah's toes began stroking higher up Fay's legs as she talked.

Fay's entire being argued with herself. But somehow as Leah's toes worked their way back into her crotch, Fay could not find the strength to refuse. Leah's toes aroused her pussy to the point that she could think of nothing else other than watching a live sex scene, especially a perverted one. Fay was shocked at the way she felt, but she agreed to meet Leah after work.

Fay's cunt tingled all afternoon with the memory of Leah's toes tantalizing her in the coffee shop. Fay's cunt was still excited that afternoon as they drove away from the resort in Leah's sports car.

Tucked away in the countryside, Leah's house was equally as plush as the club. Amazed, Fay followed Leah through the Spanish decor to an upstairs bedroom. Leah pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Meet Roger," she said.

He stood naked at an easel. Tanned and bearded. He looked like a Greek God. As soon as he saw them, his large cock began to grow rigid. Light streaming from the balcony windows caused his youthful body to glisten deliciously. Fay sucked in her breath at the sight of him standing in the center of the bedroom that had been turned into a small studio. The room was filled with paintings of nude women.

"Roger is my sex slave," Leah said, approaching him and lifting her skirt above her hips. "How does my slave greet his mistress?"

Immediately Roger knelt until his face was level with Leah's crotch. His hands pulled down Leah's panties so she could step out of them. As Leah spread her thighs, Roger eagerly buried his face in her dark curls, his tongue coming out and lapping rapidly up and down Leah's pussy slit.

Fay noticed for the first time that Roger's right ankle was chained to the floor near the easel. As Roger feasted at Leah's cunt, Leah entwined her fingers in his hair and guided his mouth where she wanted it. She pulled him slowly up her body, allowing him to lick her stomach and cleanse her navel before nursing and bathing her breasts with his tongue. At last she pulled him to her mouth and they kissed deeply and passionately. Leah pulled away, giggling. She bent and unhooked the chain from Roger's ankle.

"I brought a guest for you to entertain. From the look on her face, I'd say you're entertaining her just being naked."

Fay blushed. She felt overpowered by Roger's nakedness. She wanted to run and hide. Wishing now she had not agreed to come, Fay tried to steady herself. "It's nice to meet you," she said.

Immediately Leah began laughing. "Greet her like you greet me, Roger."

Roger obeyed eagerly. He knelt in front of Fay and lifted her skirt. Fay was too shocked to do anything other than stare down at him as he pulled her panties down. Fay stepped out of them automatically, as though she had no choice in the matter. And then Roger's face pressed into her crotch.

Fay shivered at the first touch of his tongue along her cunt slit. She felt his wet organ probing expertly and quickly into her tunnel and flicking up and down until she felt her clitoris arousing itself in its pink sheath. Fay's thighs spread to make his path easier. She staggered back against the wall as Roger nudged harder and harder against her.

Fay entwined her fingers in Roger's hair the same way Leah had. She moved Roger's head up and down between her thighs, feeling his slurping tongue bathing her pubic hair. Fay's pussy oozed with passion. She felt her breasts swelling in her bra. Leaning against the wall, Fay spread her legs wider and pulled Roger's face hard against her crotch. His tongue stabbed deeply into her hungry cunt.

As Roger continued eating Fay's pussy, Leah began unbuttoning Fay's clothes and stripping them from her until Fay was as naked as Roger. Fay allowed herself to be tantalized into performing. She knew she should protest, but she had no desire to. Who was she hurting? What was wrong with just having sex? In the past she had denied herself. Why should she any longer?

Fay pulled Roger's head up her body, again copying Leah. She felt Roger's tongue on her flesh like fire inflaming her nerves to excruciating intensity. When Roger's mouth reached her breasts, she guided him from one tingling nipple to the other. Fay rocked Roger's head back and forth, his mouth sucking on her breasts and stretching them sensually.

Roger's fingers cupped Fay's legs, pulling them out until she felt herself forced to slide down the wall. With her buttocks resting on the floor and her head leaning against the wall, Roger spread Fay's knees until her pussy gapped open like a juicy red meal. Roger lowered his head again to her crotch and began lapping at her dripping slit, his tongue slurping up her juices noisily.

Roger turned around so his huge erect cock hovered over Fay' face. His swollen purple cock-head glistened like satin near Fay's lips. A tiny clear drop of semen glistened on the slit in the head. Fay's mouth watered to have his beautiful cock in her mouth. Her lips parted and she moved forward, gripping his cock between her lips. She tasted the drop of cum on her tongue. It tasted slightly salty and rubbery. It reminded her of a doll she'd had as a child. Fay licked his shaft, bathing it until her saliva dripped down his shaft to his balls.

Roger cupped the back of Fay's head as she continued exploring his cock with her mouth, sucking the head inside and bobbing her head up and down, forcing Roger's mammoth cock to push against her throat muscles. Fay relaxed her muscles in an attempt to get his prick deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Lying on their sides, Fay and Roger slurped hungrily at each other's genitals while Leah stood above them watching. It gave Fay an added excitement for someone else to watch the perverted things she was doing with a complete stranger. Fay held Roger's heavy balls in her fingers, separating them and hefting them in her palms. She stroked her fingertips along the area under his sac, watching his testicles drawing themselves up, preparing themselves to unleash their load of cum.