Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

"After all," she said, making her tone hard. "You're giving me that nice job."

"Job?" He was not good enough an actor to appear genuinely surprised. "Oh yes, as Gene Drury's assistant. Yes, if I that for you…"

"My lips would be sealed."

"The job is yours!" he said anxiously. "And another thing…"

"Yes?" He knew what she was about to say and could not hide his eagerness to hear it.

"You must meet me here every Monday at noon."

"Please, I couldn't do that to Beatrix." He could not keep the excitement from his tone.

"You must. Otherwise…"

"Oh yes, yes, I'd be here!" he cried with mock fear aid genuine pleasure.

At the coffee break that afternoon Janet wolfed down two doughnuts, having missed lunch. Jimmy Marks paused by her desk long enough to mutter, "Meet me on the staircase."

He was leaning against the wall when she went out to join him. She started to give him back his keys.

"You keep them," he said. "They're duplicates. You did just fine. Only you should have told him to meet you at least a couple of times a week instead of just on Mondays. That's the only thing that disappointed him."

"He shouldn't be so greedy. What a deal! He has to believe he's being forced into it to satisfy him conscience."

"It takes all kinds. How do you feel?"

"Fine, I start the new job tomorrow."

"No, I mean how do you feel?"

He pressed the palm of his hand against her pussy. Janet drew in her breath. Her pulse raced.

"He's kinda quick on the trigger, eh?" he said.

"Not like me, eh?"

She hated his smug, handsome face. But she loved the hot masculine nearness of him. She saw the big bulge at his crotch.

"You been standing out here with that?" she said, hating the tremor of excitement in her voice.

"I've been carrying it around all afternoon," he said. "For you. I figured you'd need it."

"Bastard!"

He unzipped his trousers, pulled his hard cock free for her to see.

"Wet it for me," he said.

"Here on the staircase? You're crazy!"

"Nobody uses this staircase. Give it a quick kiss?"

"I will not," she said, although she was tempted. His hand went up her skirt to encounter the feel of her silk panties.

"Shouldn't wear underwear," he said. "I could love up your cunt a little with my tongue."

"My God, you are crazy," Janet said. Her voice was weak, trembly.

His fingers worked up under her panties. Two fingers moved across her clit.

"Ummm, just as I thought," he muttered, "nice and juicy and hot."

He took her hand and moved it to his stiff, twitching prick.

"Pull on it," he said thickly. "I want to go off in your hand."

"Jimmy, this is crazy," she said breathlessly, her throat tight. "Why waste it on a quickie here. Why not later… the apartment."

"We'll have it later too. I can't wait till then. I'll be better if you let me come off in your hand now. I'll last longer."

"Yes," she whispered. And she began to move her hand up and down his slick cockflesh.

"It's kind of exciting like this anyway, eh?"

He worked one of his fingers up her coozie. Yes, she thought. For a change. But dangerous too. What if someone caught them?

His finger twisted around in her quivering pussy. She felt his cock swell and throb harder. With his free hand he began feeling up her boobs, pinching at the hard nipples through her blouse. She thought she would go mad. Wildly she wished they could fling off their clothes and sink to the concrete floor, right here on the staircase. God, she wanted more than just his finger up her cunt!

"Hold off a minute," he warned, easing her hard away from his dick.

He crouched down and tugged her panties down her legs. He pressed his face tight against her snatch and dove his tongue into her cunthole. Janet leaned back against the wall, holding her skirt up to her waist, rolling her head from side to side, biting her lips to keep from moaning. She heard the slurping, smacking noises his lips and tongue made eating her out.

"Wild, wild, wild," she whispered.

She thrust her pelvis farther out. Her desperate fingers dug into Jimmy's shoulders. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from crying out. And she shut her eyes tight. Her body convulsed in orgasm. She clutched Jimmy's shoulders tight, almost toppling over. She bucked her hips back and forth until Jimmy's firm hands on her ass held her tight so that she couldn't move. His tongue lapped up the final deliciously bitter secretions. He stood up, grinning.

She fell breathlessly back against the wall. "Wow!" she whispered. She opened her eyes. Jimmy's cock twitched. Janet took hold of the slick hard meat and pulled on it. Jimmy slid his finger back up her gushy pussy and began finger-fucking her. She felt his cock swell harder.

"It's coming!" he gasped, shoving his finger farther up her cunt.

The milky jism shot hard from his dick, followed almost at once by another heavy spurt. Janet managed to catch most of it in the palm of her hand. He grinned and gave her his handkerchief.

"Let's make a night of it," he said. "How 'bout meeting me at that bar on the corner after work."

"Ummm," she moaned as he kissed her. The taste of her pussy still clung to his lips.

The bar, as usual, was crowded at the cocktail hour. Janet waved to several people from work.

Jimmy wasn't there.

Then she saw horse-faced Miss Blake wave to her from the end of the bar, inviting her to join her. She saw no way of getting out of it. She took the barstool next to Miss Blake.

"Janet, hello," Miss Blake said. "Let me buy you a drink in welcome."

"Welcome to what?" Janet smiled.

"To the best damn agency in California," Miss Blake said. "I haven't had a chance to before. What will you have?"

"A vodka gimlet. Thank you, Miss Blake."

"Now now, away from the office we are not so formal. You must call me Edith."

She ordered drinks for both of them.

"I knew you wouldn't be in the typing pool for long, Janet," Edith said.

"You mean you heard about…"

"News travels fast," Edith smiled. "The world of the agency is a small, small world. So – congratulations. It's nice to have the right kind of people to help you along – not that you're not capable of doing it on your own. You're intelligent and – beautiful."

Janet felt smothered. She wondered just how many drinks Edith Blake had drunk.

"You're way out of my league," Edith continued dolefully. "A few of the plain, timid little office drudges, hoping for a pussy little raise in salary – that's more my speed."

"Miss Blake, you shouldn't be telling me these things," Janet said, trying to sound formal and friendly at the same time. "You'll hate yourself in the morning."

"The hell with it. Everybody at the agency knows about me. It takes all kinds. And listen… I could tell you plenty about some of the others… George Anders for instance."

"What about George Anders?"

"Never mind," Edith said, with a crafty smile. "His sex life isn't the deep dark secret he thinks it is either… Anyway, here comes Jimmy Marks. I guess you're here to meet him."

The touch of Jimmy's hot hand on her hip, the fire of his lips crushed to hers… hot in the sack, cold out – the most dangerous kind. He had said that about her. But it applied doubly to him.

Ummmmmm… he did last, as he had promised that afternoon when she pulled his meat until he shot off in her hand. Lasting a delicious hasty long long time. His cock buried to the balls in her juicy gripping cunt. His torso flat against her, crushing down onto her full heaving breasts… hips moving in tiny arcs, his cock, his measured hot pace keeping them both at a tingling pitch… Holding back with a soft sensual laugh when it seemed for a moment they would tumble over the brink. Then the deliberately measured pace again… Ohhhhh, the burning thrust of rigid cockflesh in her cunt, how could such a languid movement of his body produce such delirious shock waves?