Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

She was glad now that she was going. She wore her white pantsuit.

In the club she sat alone at a tiny table. And she was aware of admiring eyes. She enjoyed the show, especially the nude dance with Stella, Irene and their partner, Eric.

Most of the customers in the crowded club were business types with their well-dressed girl friends or wives. Janet almost expected to see someone from work there.

She met Eric and the girls in a nearby hamburger place when the club closed. Eric sat next to her in the booth. He was tall, sinewy, nice-looking. He sat close to her and rubbed his leg against hers. She was pleasantly surprised. For she found him quite desirable. But she had assumed he was gay. For some reason she just naturally assumed all mile dancers were gay.

When she responded to the pressure of his leg, he squeezed her knee then guided her hand to his groin. She cupped the palm of her hand around his big hard-on.

Stella and Irene had an old Volvo. Eric and Janet walked with them to the lot where it was parked.

"Goodnight you two," Eric said when they stood by the car. "Janet and I can walk over to my place. It's only a couple of blocks."

Eric's studio was adequate. Janet noted the big, comfortable-looking double bed. Eric said he'd borrowed it from a friend.

Janet thought it would be nice to sleep on a bed for a change. But as it turned out she didn't even get to have sex on it. Eric stood on a mat that was placed before a wide floor-to-ceiling mirror. And staring entranced at his mirror image he began slowly to undress.

He ignored Janet. He seemed to have forgotten she was there. So she followed his lead and began to undress too. She was naked before he was. Only when he had stripped down to his bikini flesh-colored briefs did he become aware of her again. He smiled at her in the mirror.

"You're very beautiful," he said.

"Are you talking to me or to yourself?" Janet asked teasingly.

"Okay, so I'm an exhibitionist or I wouldn't be dancing bare-assed in that club."

He peeled the bikini briefs down his narrow hips and off. His body was as perfect as any Janet had ever seen. And what a chunk of meat! His cock rose stiff and twitching before him when he stood up straight again after removing those briefs.

"D'you like big ones?" he asked huskily, waving his cock at her in the mirror.

"I like all sizes," Janet said. "Performance is what counts."

"I'd like to dance in public like this," Eric said. "With a hard-on. I did, once, at a private party. I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Come here."

Janet stood next to him. He took her hand. His touch was warm. And Janet knew that her body was flushed and warm too.

"We make a nice-looking pair," he said, still speaking into the mirror. He loosened his grip on her hand. "Play with my cock, okay?"

Watching in the mirror, she reached over and wrapped her fingers around his meat and stroked ft slowly. So smooth and hard and hot beneath her touch! He moved his hand to her bushy mound and fingered her cunt. He corkscrewed a finger into her tapering hole, drawing a shuddery moan from her.

"Would you get down on the mat on your knees and elbows?" he asked.

Janet did as he requested, turning her head sideways to look into the mirror. Eric crouched down on the other side of her so that she was between him and the mirror.

"You've got a great-looking ass," he said, stroking her smooth buttocks and still looking at the mirror. "And fantastic boobs," he added. And he caressed one of her low-hanging titties.

His warm hand worked in little circles across each mound of ass.

"Ummm," Janet muttered lazily. "That feels nice."

Eric dipped his head down and his tongue flattened against the crack between her ass-cheeks. He licked up and down the crack. He pulled the cheeks wide apart. His tongue swirled around her asshole and darted inside it.

He worked his tongue across the delicate tissue that separated anus from cunt.

"Ooooo," Janet moaned.

She pulled her legs wider apart so that he could put his tongue into her cunt-hole and lap up the rich sap. His tongue was flat against her crack, swirling into anus, darting into cunt-hole, slurping up pussyjuice.

Just as Janet was about to come, he stopped licking her and crouched down behind her. They both watched in the mirror as his hands molded the smooth melon fullness of her buttocks.

He lifted her ass up a little higher and slid his long thick cock into her cunthole. It was a tight fit and the friction was sensational. He fucked slowly, molding her buttocks, sending shivers of pleasure up Janet's spine.

He squeezed her breasts. He tugged at her nipples.

"Fantastic boobs," he said. "I knew I could make those tits touch the floor."

He milked her breasts with strong sure hands while his cock moved slowly inside her. Her vagina gripped it lightly.

"Better come," he said. "I can't last long in this position."

He moved his hips a little faster. Then he lifted his torso, and digging his fingers into the creamy flesh of her buttocks, he fucked hard and fast. His cock, diving into her cunt, made gushy sucking noises. His thighs slapped at her ass-cheeks, making them quiver.

She could feel her body building towards climax. She was not wildly excited. She was, instead, fascinated. Fascinated by the sight of them in the mirror – the Adonis driving his big cock back and forth into the sheath of her tightly-clinging cunt. And she, leaning on elbows, shapely ass raised high, dangling boobs, receiving the hot male-meat.

She could not escape the mirror image. Her climax hit her. He grunted with satisfaction when he felt her juices flood his dick. He fucked a little harder, absorbed in his reflection in the mirror. His muscles grew taut. But his face remained impassive, his eyes staring stonily into the mirror.

Janet felt spurt after spurt of hot cum spew against her womb. Her vaginal muscles quivered. He pulled his cock out to the head. Some of his cum dripped onto the mat.

He shoved his cock back into her cunt. Janet wanted him to fuck her again. But she felt his cock slowly soften.

"I'm a pretty potent guy," he said. "But I have to rest a while between bouts."

"Fine. But on the bed, okay?"

"Okay."

Eric got up. He placed his hands on Janet's hips, pressing his thumbs into the creamy flesh of her buttocks. He pulled his cock, still half-hard, out of her pussy. It made an obscene sucking sound when it popped free of her lightly-clinging pussy lips.

They had just taken turns using the bathroom when they heard a loud banging at the door. Eric didn't look at all surprised. He didn't even bother to cover his nakedness before opening the door.

"I've come for my bed."

"You're supposed to have it picked up tomorrow," Eric said.

"I want it tonight."

"Go home and sober up."

"You've got a cunt in there, haven't you?"

"What's it to you?" Eric said coldly. "I told you, me and you are through."

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that."

A middle-aged woman pushed her way into the room. Her clothes were expensive-looking but too small for her buxom figure. Once she had been pretty. But now her face was puffy, her makeup askew, her frosted hair disheveled.

"Just as I thought!" she cried, staring wild-eyed at Janet who stood naked by the bathroom door.

"A slut!"

"Get the hell out of here, Nancy!" Eric said with cold, icy fury.

"Why don't you go back to the gutter where he found you!" Nancy shouted at Janet.

"Out!" Eric said firmly, doubling his fists.

"I'm staying here," Nancy said, marching over to the bed. "I'm staying on this bed. It belongs to me. I paid for it."

She sat resolutely on the edge of the bed, her arms folded across her chest. She looked ridiculous, pathetic, funny. Eric looked at Janet and shrugged.