John McKeon: Secretary in chains

Suddenly Leah turned and walked away from them. Fay was too preoccupied with sucking Roger's cock and feeling Roger's tongue slurping in and out of her pussy to pay any attention to what Leah was doing. Fay dug her fingers into Roger's buttocks and pulled his hips as hard as she could against her face in order to cram his cock as far down her throat as possible. Fay worked her mouth and lips wider and wider apart as Roger's shaft was driven farther into her mouth. At last, Fay managed to work Roger's entire cock into her mouth.

Fay felt Roger's shaft crammed into her throat like a hot club, quivering and pulsing with a delicious life of its own. Fay pulled harder on Roger's buttocks, bobbing her head up and dawn, breathing air into her lungs on her out-strokes. Roger's shaft caressed against her cheeks and tongue like honey. Fay could not get enough of the delicious taste of his hard cock.

And then Roger began pulling his prick from her mouth, slowly and tantalizingly. Fay pouted and pulled at his hips to return his dripping cock to her mouth, but Roger twisted around until his hips were positioned between Fay's thighs. He lowered his hips until his slick cock-head pushed against Fay's dripping pussy-lips. With one deft thrust of his hips, Roger buried his prick into Fay's slit, his swollen cock-head stretching her cunt walls apart until it accommodated his large shaft.

Fay felt his cock burying itself up her box, rushing along her canal in a hungry thrust of desire that filled Fay with a thrilling surge of sensual energy. Fay spread her thighs and wrapped her ankles around Roger's hips. Roger had other ideas. Gripping Fay's ankles, Roger pushed her legs up until they were wrapped around his neck. Fay was doubled over until her knees pressed against her breasts. Roger's big cock filled Fay's cunt to the bursting point.

As Roger drove his tool in and out of Fay's eager cunt, Fay gave herself up to the sensual pleasure. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling boiling through her crotch. Fay's arousal fanned through her entire body as Roger plunged rhythmically in and out of her pussy, drawing his rod back until only the swollen head separated her cunt-lips, and then driving forward savagely until his entire cock crammed all the way into her box, forcing the air from Fay's lungs.

Again and again, Roger ground his stallion-sized cock into Fay's feverish hole. Fay began moaning and groaning as passion swept through her flesh and caused her to writhe helplessly under Roger's assault. Fay's climax drew closer and closer as Roger's hot cock tore into her box. And then Fay felt Roger's orgasm explode in his body, shooting cum into her cunt until her pussy was filled with his fluid.

Fay felt his cum dripping down into her ass crack. Her pussy sucked at his juices, struggling to keep his cum inside her, but his discharge was so copious that it continued pouring from her pussy in sticky gobs. Fay's own climax erupted moments after Roger's. She felt herself being pitched into a delirious suspension of time and space in which she felt every nerve in her body erupting with sensual spasms. Her body arched against Roger, tossing and bucking him in and out of her ravished gash.

With her eyes clenched, Fay heard clicking noises and saw spots of light flicking. At first she thought the flashes were in her head, but when she opened her eyes, she realized Leah had returned with a camera and was rapidly taking pictures of them, catching Fay in the lewdest positions and expressions. Leah snapped picture after picture. Fay felt humiliated, but she couldn't stop lusting and displaying herself as her orgasm continued to grip her.

"That's it. Keep fucking," Leah said. "You're going to love seeing yourself when these are developed."

Leah kept changing her position, shooting the fucking couple from as many angles as possible.

The first suspicion that she had been tricked began to flicker into Fay's consciousness as her orgasm began waning. The fear that there was more to her invitation to enjoy herself than she'd first thought caused Fay to begin reevaluating what she was letting herself in for. She didn't like the idea of Leah taking pictures. Pictures like that could be used against her. She shuddered at the thought of the pictures being distributed to people who would know her. And if they were shown around the club, she would not be able to look anyone in the eye again.

As the last of Roger's cum drained into Fay's cunt, Fay realized something bad was going to happen. She should not have trusted Leah.

"Don't be silly," Leah said. "You'll enjoy the pictures yourself when they're developed."

She hung the camera on a hook behind the studio door and began removing her clothes as though that ended the discussion Fay had started about the pictures. Naked, Leah added, "Surely you want a record of your liberation?"

Still lying on the floor with Roger's cum oozing from her pussy, Fay decided not to press the point about the pictures. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe Leah had no other reason for taking the pictures other than what she said. But Fay could not shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to her as a result of the pictures.

"Let's go down to the game room," Leah said, opening the studio door and stepping into the hall.

Fay started to gather her clothes together from the floor, but Roger grabbed her wrist.

"That can wait. He won't need any clothes in the game room."

Holding Fay's tight hand, Roger led her behind Leah into the hall and down the stairs.

The game room was in the back of the house and turned out to be a room designed for only one game: sex! Two of the walls were solid minors. An amazing collection of sexual equipment from dildos to whips and chains hung on a third wall while the final side of the room was glass with a sliding door that opened onto a small, enclosed sun area. Odd-looking hooks were secured to different parts of the ceiling. The only furniture in the room other than a few straight-backed chairs was a canopied waterbed with mirrors above it.

As soon as she stepped into the room, Leah felt like she was being watched. She was given no time to think about it however, as Roger and Leah immediately led her to the bed, each of them holding one of her wrists. They stretched her onto her back on the bobbing surface. Fay saw her reflection in the mirror and for the first time realized the extent of the degradation she had allowed herself to be drawn in to.

Suddenly the only thing Fay could think of was getting back upstairs to her clothes. She wanted to hide in the security of her room at the club. They gave her no chance to escape or even talk. Immediately Roger's head went to her crotch and he began licking and sucking at her cunt, eating away the remaining juices of their recent fuck. Leah crawled to the head of the bed and leaned over to kiss Fay's mouth.

As Leah forced her tongue deeply into Fay's oral cavity and Roger slurped thirstily at Fay's pussy, Fay slowly began to relax. Passion began to build again despite her uneasy feeling. Fay watched Roger and Leah making love to her in the overhead minor. Roger lapped hungrily at Fay's cunt, his tongue slurping up her slit like a fat cock. Leah kept her mouth pressed against Fay's lips while her fingers massaged and tantalized Fay's breasts.

Fay felt herself being aroused with surprising rapidity considering she had just finished fucking Roger upstairs. Roger's tongue lathered her hot box with the skill and experience of an artist. Slurping loudly, Roger plunged his stiffened tongue as deeply as possible into Fay's dripping cunt, his lips circling Fay's cunt-lips, his mouth a suction cup that drew her juices onto his tongue.

Leah began kissing and licking her way down Fay's neck until she reached Fay's breasts. Leah sucked Fay's right nipple into her mouth and flicked her tongue over the aroused tit like a butterfly. Bunching both of Fay's breasts together in her hands, Leah bathed Fay's large globes with her hot tongue.