Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

Nervously she dug into her purse, searching for her key.

"Having problems?" She heard his voice behind her.

She twirled round, dropping her purse. She saw the whiteness of his body. God, he was stark naked!

"Maybe I can help you," he said.

And his arms were wrapped around her and his hot breath was at her ear.

"Crazy!" she panted as he smothered her with kisses.

"It's even better out in the open," he whispered.

"Crazy," she said weakly again.

But passively she allowed herself to be led over to the clump of bushes by the side of the house… allowed him to almost tear the clothes off her. The night was chilly but their bodies were hot. They sank down onto the thick grass that was damp with fog. It would have to be fast and fierce – their hot bodies demanded that.

Her big creamy tits shone milky white in the darkness. His hot hands molded them as his cock sank into her cunt. She popped at once, squealing, bathing his dick with her juices, gripping it tight with her vaginal muscles.

"You were even hotter than I thought," he whispered thickly.

She sighed loudly and relaxed, yielding, yet still hot for it. He fucked deep and fast, pressing down on her titties. She felt it about to happen again. But he pulled his cock out and rolled her over onto her stomach. He gave her shapely white buttocks a few lingering strokes. Then he cased his cock into her ass. He went in slow and careful and his cock dripped pre-cum fluid. She relaxed her sphincter and it was not at all painful. Then it felt sensational – his cock moving slow but deep in her ass, and the damp grass beneath her, prickling her pussy and her big, hard breasts.

She squirmed, grinding her pussy against the thick grass. He laughed lustily. He kept fucking her deep but slow, holding back his cum. And she moaned, squirming faster, wishing the damp grass were longer, stiffer – reaching way up into her cunt!

He lifted her up and reached around, a finger entering her pussy. He moved the finger back and forth fast while he ass-fucked slow. She popped spin, gasping out a muffled squeal, pussy lips pulsating around his deeply-inserted finger.

He got her onto her back again. She stared up at the starless sky. Then she was aware only of his mouth at her cunt. He munched delicately, his nostrils flaring at the pussy-smell and the odor of damp grass. His tongue dug into her cunthole, and he reached up to mold her boobs and pinched her hard, pointed tits. A car drove by, casting its light briefly on them while Jimmy ate her pussy.

Janet squealed just as the car passed by them. She was right on the verge of popping again. But Jimmy moved away from her cunt. He mounted her and slid his cock into her cunt again and she squealed again, making it this time. She moaned softly, rolling her head slowly from side to side, her cunt bathing his dick with fresh juices.

He fucked fast and deep and she knew he was going to make it happen again. He drove his cock at her pussy with fierce swiftness. For a moment she felt ready to faint. Then her whole body tingled again.

God, his cock was so deep! Had a cock ever been so deep? She was sure none had – or so it seemed in that hot moment. She found the strength to cry out lustily… she clawed at his back.

Then she fell limply back onto the grass, panting, hardly able to speak.

"Please," she gasped. "Bathe – my titties – like before."

He chuckled softly. He knew what she wanted. He pulled his cock from the grip of her cunt just as his cum spewed hot and heavy-splashing cum on her breasts. She felt the damp grass at her back, the warm jism right on her breasts. She would not shower that night, she decided. She would not tell Jimmy, but she would wear his cum to bed.

Through half-opened eyes she saw that he was getting dressed. He had carried his clothes from the car to the edge of the porch.

"You gonna lay there all night?"

"No." She began to feel softly. "Help me up, will you?"

He pulled her to her feet. "Come to my apartment tomorrow at the noon hour," he said. His tone was so cool and demanding. It chilled her more than the night air.

"Maybe," she said.

"Be there," Jimmy said. And he moved his warm hand up and down the contour of her shapely buttocks.

"So you're to be my new assistant," Gene Drury said next day, giving her an appraising look.

She stared boldly back at him. He had an attractive face. But God, his eyes were so dull-looking. Not a hint of desire for her there. She wasn't used to such cool indifference.

He's a dull drab workhorse, Janet decided.

"I understand you don't take dictation."

"I intend to take a night course. I'm a fast learner."

"Yes, I'm sure you are," he said with a knowing smile.

Janet felt her ears burn.

She sat at her tiny desk all morning, typing letters. Gene Drury's larger desk was next to hers. They shared the little cubby-hole surrounded by frosted glass. Occasionally Drury went into George Anders' office and while he was gone Janet was to answer the phone on his desk.

"Moving up in the world I see," Dee McGuire said, peeking into the cubby-hole at noon.

"I'm not sure," Janet smiled. "It's a lot more work. But there is a slight raise in salary."

"And you are closer to a source of power," Dee said with a nod towards George Anders' office. "Are you free for lunch today?"

Words of refusal started to come from Janet's lips. Then she remembered the way Jimmy had told her to be at his apartment that noon – so smooth, so sure of himself. She wouldn't be taken for granted by any man.

So she accepted Dee's invitation. And she told herself that when she got her own apartment she would invite Dee over for a home-cooked meal.

In the early afternoon Jimmy went into George Anders' office for a conference. He barely nodded at Janet as he went in. But on the way out he pawed by her desk long enough to mutter, "Meet me on the staircase."

She fell a hot sensation in her cunt, remembering that other brief, frenzied session on the staircase. She took a deep breath but the hot sensation would not go any. And she knew she just couldn't resist.

At coffee-break time she went into the women's room and into one of the booths, taking her purse with her. With trembling hands she removed her panties and stuffed them into her purse. She took the purse back to her desk drawer.

Jimmy was sitting on the stairs when she joined him.

"What's the idea not showing up this noon at my apartment?" he asked angrily.

"I didn't say I would, I said, maybe," she said with a teasing smile.

"Don't get cute with me. I got you that job, remember."

"Only because I'm highly qualified," she said with a haughty tone of voice.

"Some job. Assistant to George Anders' secretary."

"It's a start," Janet said. "Only a start."

"Bitch," he snapped, standing up. He grabbed hold of both her arms roughly. "Bitch."

"I'm not wearing my panties today," she grinned.

He smiled back at her. And began backing her towards the wall. He smothered her with kisses. He dug his hand into her blouse.

"Not wearing a bra either, eh?"

"I never wear a bra with this blouse," she said breathlessly.

"Hot bitch. You're hot as I am. Hotter." He was nibbling at her neck, squeezing her tittie as he muttered the hoarse-voiced words. "You need it as much as I do – more."

"Jimmy," she whispered weakly, her arms around his neck.

"I ought to fuck you right here on the staircase."

"I don't care," she said wildly, clinging tighter to his neck.

"Wet it for me first," he said.

She got down on her knees and freed his stiff dick from his trousers. She went down on it to the root, held it down her throat, feeling it throb. She stood up, puffing her skirt up to her waist, baring her pussy for him. He worked her right breast from her blouse and started to suck her tit.