Lady in the House

by

Michele Nylons

Part II

 

From Part I

Then the full light of the situation dawned on me. As I looked at the reflection of the trampy woman in the business suit I realised she looked just like a caricature of the 'sexy secretaries' I had seen posing in porn magazines just before they stripped off their clothes, page by page.

Now I knew why Eddie had called me his secretary! Oh my god! He had been planning this for weeks, having me help him pick out clothes, obviously getting his 'girls' to find out my sizes for clothes and shoes. And now I had no choice but to be Eddie's 'sexy secretary' or suffer an agonising beating and the loss of my limbs!

"Mike, now you are Michele, you look beautiful! I hope you enjoy your first time as much as I did," said Carmel as she slid past me and out the door.

And that is how I became to be dressed as a woman and standing in the far corner of a darkened cell on E Block of Chelmsford Correction Facility for Men, and waiting for the most dangerous inmate in the jail.

 

Part II

"She's all yours Eddie. She looks beautiful." I heard Carmel say as 'she' disappeared down the corridor, her high heels clicking on the tiled floor.

Eddie appeared at the door to the cell, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"So what do you think of the little nest I have here for you 'secretary bird'," he asked sarcastically.

"Eddie, what's going on, what's all this about," I implored.

"Well if you haven't figured it out by now hun, you are a lot dumber than I thought. I needed a secretary, but not just to be my accountant, I need a 'Girl Friday' who can help run my business and take dictation; emphasis on the DICK," he smirked.

"I recognised your potential early, so now I have made you into Michele, my secretary, confidant, and soon to be my personal assistant. Very fucking personal if you know what I mean!"

Eddie stepped towards me. He was dressed in a pair of light tan linen pants, a smoking jacket, and expensive looking moccasin slippers adorned his feet.

"You look beautiful hun, just what I was hoping for; come here," he whispered hoarsely and reached out to pull me to him.

I immediately tried to step back out of his reach but he gripped my forearm and pulled me forward. As he did his other hand came up and slapped me soundly across the face. It was what the inmates referred to as a 'bitch slap', and it really stung. My eyes started to water.

Eddie took a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it to my teary eyes.

"Now Michele, don't cry; I would hate to ruin all the hard work that Carmel did with your makeup," he said.

"Just behave yourself and there will be no more pain."

He lifted my chin and looked deeply into my eyes.

"God your just fucking beautiful," he whispered and put his arms around me.

Eddie embraced me, locking his strong arms around me. His faced moved forward and I sensed he was about to kiss me. My involuntary action was to move back. His right hand came up again and was held out flat near my face, ready to slap me again. I forced myself to stay still.

He enclosed me in his arms again and this time his lips came down on mine. It was the strangest feeling, I could feel the slight rasp of afternoon shadow on his face, smell the faint scent of his aftershave and the press of his thick lips against mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I could taste my lipstick mingled with his mouthwash. His tongue started to explore my mouth and he pulled me even closer.

I forced myself not to back away, rather I became limp. I knew there was no way out of my current predicament without extreme pain and punishment. Even then Eddie would take what he wanted from me. I tried to clear my head and just endure what was happening to me without further antagonising him.

Eddie was now kissing me passionately, his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue exploring under mine then slowly working its way around my mouth, flicking and probing. His body was hard against me and I felt a hand slide down my back and come to rest on my buttock. He rubbed his hand there, the material of my dress and half-slip whispered against the smooth nylon of my panties and hose.

"Mmmm," Eddie whimpered, his lips still against mine.

He lifted his face and looked at me again. I realised he was not looking at another man, but a gorgeous woman in her mid thirties, her hair styled in a bottle – blonde bob and wearing thick makeup, rouged cheeks and plum red pouting lips.

"God I just have to have you hun, my lovely little secretary bird; this is just how I imagined it would be!"

Eddie started kissing me again and I felt his other hand slide down so that he had both of my buttocks in his grip. I felt him lift up the hem of my business suit skirt and caress the material of my half-slip. His hands worked in a circular motion in time with his tongue, rubbing the silky slip against my tight pantied buttocks. I was so shocked that it took me a while to realise that he was also gyrating his hips against mine; pulling my lower half against his as his passion intensified.

I commanded myself not to move, to just take what was coming; it couldn't be worse than a beating or broken legs!

Then I felt it, I went from being a limp rag doll and tensed up, almost pulling myself away. Using the utmost self-control I forced myself to go limp again in his arms and allow him to ply my body against his. What I felt was a long iron bar that could only be an erection pushing against my stomach. I could feel it though the material of his slacks and my skirt.

Eddie was gyrating against me now, his tongue working feverishly in my mouth, his lips crushing mine. The hands on my ass gripped my buttocks and pushed my lower body harder against him. He was 'dry humping' me I realised; pushing his erect member against me through our clothes. I heard and felt a deep humming from his throat and he was breathing heavily in and out of his nose as he continued to kiss me deeply.

Eddie suddenly stopped pushing on my buttocks and I felt a hand leave my ass, glide across my hip then move between us. He fumbled there, his hand between my navy blue skirt and his loose tan linen pants. My god I knew what he was doing! And then I felt the fruits of his efforts down there.

Eddie had freed his erect penis from the confines of his pants and it was now like a hard iron bar between us. His hand flew back to my ass and he again rucked up my skirt and used both hands to caress my buttocks through the slip as he pulled me back against him.

He ground himself against me, his cock hard against my lower abdomen. I could feel the girth of it though the layers of skirt, slip, panties and pantyhose. I concentrated harder on not panicking and just allowing Eddie to do as he wanted; surely this would be over soon.

Eddies kisses had now become a hard insistent invasion of my mouth; every few seconds he had to break to take a breath; I could feel my lipstick smeared over my lips and over my teeth. During these little gasps for breath he would pant,

"Yes! oh yes baby! so good! so good!!!"

"Gotta do it soon! gotta do it soon!!!"

Eddie again removed a hand and fumbled around down there between us. This time I felt him lift my skirt up completely so it was rucked up around my waist. He lifted me up and forced me to my toes, my heels left the ground and I fell further against him my face now level with his as I balanced in the awkward high heels that I had never worn before. Eddie struggled with his erection and I felt him push it down then release it so it sprag forward whilst at the same time he pushed our lower extremities together.

His cock was now wedged between my legs, hard against my crotch and encased in the silky sheer material of my half-slip.

"Oh my god!" Eddie groaned and began his hard circular humping against me yet again.

He got into rhythm, dry fucking me in time to his feverish kisses; slowly circling his manhood he had trapped between us. Eddie tugged hard on my slip and I felt it start to drag down my thighs until it was around the tops of my knees. Now I could feel his turgid penis trapped between my pantied crotch and gossamer hosed thighs. Eddie was pushing up now as he thrusted, fucking the silken trap made by pantyhosed thighs and nylon pantied crotch. I could feel the head of his penis rubbing itself along mine through my panties. My penis was still held in place tight between my legs by the gusset of my pantyhose.

Eddie had just what he wished for I guess. His slutty secretary forced to stand tiptoe in shiny black heels, her silken pantyhosed legs circled by her pretty peach half-slip just above her knees. Her dress rucked around her waist, her blonde bobbed hair framing a heavily made-up face that was locked to his in a powerful stream of kisses.

The big strong man held his sweet secretary in his tight embrace, sliding his tumescent member between her thighs, the gossamer of her hose and silken sheen of her panties serving to provide little electric shocks of pleasure through his body.

I felt Eddie quicken his pace and his cock begin to throb. He pushed against me harder and he held me so tight I though he would squeeze the breath out of me. His tongue was now a wild wet animal, thrashing in my mouth, fluttering and exploring every crevice.

Both his hands gripped my buttocks squeezing them roughly through the gauzy nylon panties and pushing me forward and back to the rhythm of his thrusts. Then he groaned and gripped my ass so tight that I felt the nylon panties tear and his fingers burst through and bury themselves into the gusset of my pantyhose. He forced me against him as hard as could and I felt his penis begin to pulse and throb.

Hot wet fluid suddenly soaked the tops of my thighs and the crotch of my panties. I felt stream after stream of his creamy seed shoot against my silken hosed thighs and being to slowly run down my legs. My crotch was soaked with hot sticky liquid and as I struggled to breathe I could smell the salty, slightly swampy smell that was associated with fresh semen.

Eddie had ejaculated against me. He slowed down his thrusts and slightly eased his grip on me. His spend had now invaded the layers of panty and hose and I could feel it warm and milky against my penis.

Eddie's hands slid up my body to my shoulders and he gently eased me back and lowered me to my feet. He looked down, pulled up my half-slip and smoothed down my dark blue skirt, the hem coming to rest against my sticky thighs. Then he did something that summarised in my mind how used I felt; he took a handful of my skirt and wiped his slowly deflating penis on it; the globs of semen and silvery seminal fluid staining the dark material as he cleaned himself on me.

"Not bad Michele," he chuckled, "Now clean yourself up sweetheart, you look a complete fucking Mess."

 

To be continued………………………………..

  

  

  

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