Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

Her pussy got warmer. Juice leaked out and onto Jimmy's thigh. He squirmed beneath her. She moved her lips from his nipples, leaving him wanting more.

She let him feel her hard, pointed tits on his chest as she glided her head down. His twitching cock pointed upwards at the ceiling. She gazed at it hungrily. She licked teasingly at the slit.

She saw the thin streak of her pussyjuice on his thigh and she lapped it up. She nipped gently at the inside of his thigh. She could feel the heat of his burning, throbbing prick at the side of her face.

"Goddamn it," he whispered fiercely.

Clutching her hair, he forced her face to his cockmeat. She went down on his cock to the balls. And she heard his loud sigh. She slid her mouth up and down, lips caressing snugly the slick cock-flesh.

She felt the shaft begin to expand.

"Take it easy," he warned.

Delicately she licked any the fresh flow of pre-cum at the slit.

"Flop around," he said hoarsely. "Lot's do a sixty-nine."

Ardently she complied, hungry for his cock, yet careful not to get him off too son. He pressed his handsome face against her juicy cunt. She licked at his balls. Cautiously she took one of the balls into her mouth and sucked gently.

With the tips of her fingers she delicately tickled the dark hairs between the cheeks of his ass. She felt his tongue probe into her pussy. She felt him lick her clit over and over – tongue swirling and darting and nudging her clit.

She moaned around the hairy ball sac. She cork screwed her finger into his anus.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. He was licking the juice from her dripping cuntwalls.

She rolled from her side till she was on top of him. His mouth was on her pussy mound. Gently he chewed at the meaty tender flesh. He sucked at her hot pussy till she was wild.

He lifted his legs, brought his knees down to his chest. Janet licked at his scrotum. She heard the slurping noises his mouth made feasting at her cunt. She parted his buttocks. The hair between the cheeks was softer than the coiled-hair that grew on his chest – furry. She ran her tongue up and down the crack. It smelled clean, masculine, spicy.

She pushed her tongue inside his asshole, swirled it around. She could feel his body shudder with electric pleasure. He ate and tongued her pussy more fervently.

He ate pussy. She licked asshole. And they loved every frenzied second of it.

She was keenly aware that his cock was waiting for her hungry mouth – twitching, full, hotter than ever after the passionate rim job she was giving him.

She felt that wonderfully familiar frenzy building inside her and she let it go, pressing her lips tight against his anus. She gave a muffled squeal and heard his guttural moan as her cuntjuice flooded his face.

She felt limp and spent for a moment and kept her mouth pressed against his asshole. Then she slid her tongue up his balls, up the underside of his long slender cock. When she reached the cockhead, he flattened his legs onto the bed. And she dove her lips down on the stiff dick.

She showed him what an expert at sucking cock she was.

Her hot tongue coiled around the staff from the base up to the head. Slowly, but at an even pace, she worked her lips and swirling tongue up and down the slick cockflesh. And he munched her cunt, delicately at first, then slowly built to a fervor – slurping, sucking loudly, tongue lapping deep into her dripping pussy.

Her body tingled again. She sucked his cock faster, wanting to taste his cum before she again rocked in feverish orgasm. He moaned around her cunt mound, bit gently into the meaty flesh. A heavy spurt of hot cockjuice struck the back of her throat. She savored it, squealing softly around his expanded, throbbing dick.

He began mooning and laughing softly, rolling his head from side to side, his face wallowing in her juicy pussy. And another spurt of his cum joined the first one at the back of her throat. She swallowed all the warm delicious fluid.

He buried his face in her snatch, keeping his cock in her throat. She felt it go slowly soft.

She turned round to lay at his side. Pussy juice dripped from his chin. With a husky laugh she licked it off. He grabbed hold of her and kissed her lips hard, his tongue fencing with hers to savor the juice she had licked from his chin.

Without a word he got up and padded out of the room, on his way, she supposed, to the bathroom. She sat up, waiting, not bothering to full the covers up over her.

In a few minutes he was back. He paused to ogle her nakedness.

"You've got a damn nice body."

"So do you," she answered.

He got onto the bed, snuggled up to her. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"How'd you like to spend all your noon hours like this?" he said softly.

"Ummmmm. Lovely."

"Well, nearly all. And not necessarily with me," he said.

She stiffened. "What are you getting at?"

"You've got a nice body," he said. "Use it."

"I do. All the time."

"But only for pleasure," he said.

"How else?"

"For profit."

"What's on your mind?" she said.

"Terrific set of boobs," he said, idly fondling them.

"Tell me," she said impatiently.

"George Anders would like to be where I am right now."

"Who the hell's George Anders? Oh yeah, one of the executives."

"Right." He pinched her tit tenderly. "What about him?" she asked.

"George Anders has a male secretary who has an assistant. The assistant is quitting next week to get married. So the job is open."

"I see," Janet said. "If I do a nice favor for George Anders, he'll see I get the job."

"Why not?" He was rolling her stiff nipples between thumbs and forefingers. "George isn't a bad guy. He's no slob. But he has to be discreet. And I've got an apartment close to work."

"Uh-huh, and what do you get out of it?"

"I'll be doing him a favor. He'll owe me."

"I see."

"How about it? How about noon Monday?"

"Thanks for the tip. Maybe I'll put him off for now. Maybe later, when I get my own place, then I won't need you to arrange it."

"Don't want to be indebted to me, oh?"

"Nor to anybody else. Especially to any man."

"You women libbers are dikes anyway…" He took his hands from her titties.

"I'm neither," she said.

"You're forgetting one thing," he said petulantly.

"If you wait, the job will be filled."

"Hey, that's right," she said lightly. "I better strike while the iron's hot. See that he's here Monday at twelve-fifteen."

"You serious?"

"Sure I am. Maybe I do need you right now, to get my foot in the door as it were. But the nice thing is, you need me more than I need you."

"Cold bitch."

"Cold?" she teased. She took his hand and placed it on her warm cunt.

"Cold out of the sack. Hot in. The most dangerous kind," Jimmy said.

"Fuck me," Janet said.

She woke up late Saturday morning. She was alone on Kris' mat. Kris had left Friday with a pack on his back to spend a few days in the commune.

Often this past week she had awakened him with her tongue on his big dick. This morning she didn't.

She thought about Jimmy Marks. So handsome. But so conceited. And she wouldn't trust him any farther than she could spit, which wasn't far. Terrific in the sack, though. She got an itchy, eager snatch just thinking about that wild fuck he had given her yesterday.

The day passed quickly. She had a date for that night. At first she had been sorry she had accepted it. Stella and Irene insisted that she catch their show over on North Beach. They were leaving town next day with their male dancing partner to work in Las Vegas.

"It won't cost you a thing," Stella had told her. "We'll get you in free and the drinks will be on us. I just can't see you spending Saturday night alone. And Eric would love to meet you – he's our partner."