Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

Janet laced her fingers behind his neck. She lifted her left leg up and out, stretching her pussylips for him. His cock slid into her, snug as a sword in its sheath. She lowered her leg until her foot touched the floor and his cock pushed deeper into her.

He began to undulate his pelvis and she moved hers in perfect unison.

"You've been fucked standing before," he said thickly.

"Ummmm," she muttered. But not, she thought with a suppressed grin, not on a stairway, and fully clothed.

"I have to make it a quick," he said, breathing heavier, moving his hips faster.

"Ummmmmm." God the hot hard feel of prick moving inside her cunt – and as smooth as velvet too.

"You should a come for this at noon," he said breathlessly with no let-up in the pace of his fucking. "You're sorry now you didn't, eh?" He gasped and squeezed her slick buttocks. "Eh?" He emphasized the last word with an extra-hard thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He grunted and laughed at the same time and pumped a good dozen more strokes of his cock into her tight-gripping snatch… bathed it with jutting streams of cum.

"You didn't make it?" he whispered, moving the palm of his hand across the creamy flesh of her ass.

"No!" she whispered back desperately. He squeezed her ass tight again and began rolling his pelvis. She was so grateful… soooo grateful! Her pussy-lips quivered, sucked, gripped hungrily at his cock, that hot trustworthy cock… hard and driving inside her until… She held tight to his neck, every muscle in her body responding, body trembling, pussylips fluttering, flowing with sticky juices. She felt his finger corkscrew into her asshole at that precise moment, giving her cunt an extra electric charge.

"Ohhh," she muttered weakly, clinging to his neck.

He let her cling to him for a moment till they both got their strength back. Then with gentle firmness he began to pull away from her. She watched his cock slide from her hungrily-grasping pussy-lips.

His cock glistened. Droplets of cum dripped from the slit of the head.

"Want to clean it for me, sweets?" he asked. His voice was hoarse, sexy, but tinged with that arrogant tone of male superiority she hated so much.

But the temptation was too great. She sank down to her knees and took the fluttering, semi-hard cock into her mouth. She plunged down on it to the root and glided her tongue up and down it, licking away the succulent juices that her cunt had left there.

"Oh, sweets, you can just keep that up long as you like," he whispered. "Make me come again."

She stood up, a tight smile on her lips. Leave him wanting more, she thought.

"No time," she said. "Got to get back to work."

She got paid at the end of the week, and over the weekend she found a small apartment on Powell Street. She would be able to walk to work from there.

Monday at noon she waited for George Andrew in Jimmy's apartment. It occurred to her that she had not once been inside his office. And he hardly exchanged a word with her except to say "Good morning", and "Good night".

As he had the first time, he went into the bathroom to undress. Again Janet found herself rather liking his big fleshy body. It was quits hairless, smooth. And quite warm, she remembered. His flesh felt almost feverish. He lifted her foot up to his lips. He kissed her toes. This time Janet was wearing red nail polish.

He licked the bottom of her foot. It felt marvelous, tingly.

"Ummm," she muttered. "Do that some more."

"Yes," he said eagerly. "Anything you want?"

He licked some more, then licked at the bottom of the other foot, making her whole body tingle and glow. She lounged back luxuriantly, moaning softly.

He ran his tongue up the inside of her leg. He laved her muff.

"Oh," she moaned. "Ohhhh, eat it!"

She remembered he had not lasted long enough last time when he fucked her. But if he ate her out first – "Yes," he said thickly. "Whatever you want!" He began eating her cunt. She squealed and moaned, body writhing. He grunted and slurped. She gasped his hair, pressing his face tighter against her snatch. She bent her legs, the soles of her feet into the bed. And she squealed louder, bucking up and down, fucking his mouth with her cunt.

A piercing scream tore from her throat and she pressed his face even tighter, rougher against her snatch, snapping her hips up hard, back, up hard again. Then with a loud sigh she straightened her legs again and lay quiet. His face was still on her cunt and his tongue lapped inside her gently.

They stayed like that a few minutes, then he got up. His chin dripped with cuntjuice.

"Wonderful," he muttered. "Wonderful."

And she knew with disappointment that he would not fuck her at all now. He had shot his load into his hand.

Not long before the afternoon coffee break Janet found time to pause a few minutes in her work, which was very unusual on this job. Gene Drury kept her quite busy. She watched him a moment as he finished a conversation on the phone. He had all the features of a handsome man. But just what was it that kept him from being really attractive?

No sexuality, she decided. He seems so sexless. The drab gray suit, the drab white shin and drab tie. Nothing bright about his clothes or his personality. Nothing sexy in his manner. His work seemed to be his only interest.

He began going through some papers. Then he became suddenly aware that Janet was staring at him.

"Something?" he asked, looking up at her.

"No," Janet smiled at him and got only a chilly stare in return. "What's Mr. Anders' office like?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've never been inside."

"And you're not likely to."

"Why not?"

"You have no business there. I am Mr. Anders' secretary. You are my assistant. There's no reason for you to have any direct contact with Mr. Anders." He gave her that knowing smile again. "On the job I mean."

His innuendo didn't embarrass Janet at all. Slit chuckled softly, which angered Gene Drury.

"I guess it's time for your coffee break," he mapped.

"Oh, I don't mind working through my coffee break," Janet said airily. "You always do."

That night Janet had dinner alone in her apartment.

At bedtime she got dressed in her cotton nightie. She brushed her teeth. She shut the bathroom door and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled her gown up over her head and off. She looked at herself again, naked.

Any number of men would like this body tonight, she thought. And here I am alone.

She ran the palms of her hands up and down her heavy breasts. She pinched her tits. Shivering, she palmed her pussy mound and pressed gently. She fingered her cuntlips.

She sucked in her breath and plunged a finger straight up the tapering hole. She wiggled it around inside, tossing her head back. Her big boobs rose high, rosy tits swollen.

With a little whimper she withdrew her finger from her cunt. She was trembling now, her pulse racing faster. She tasted her sticky finger. She giggled and sucked at the finger until it was clean.

With trembling hands she pulled the small stool from the side of the bathtub and sat on it before the mirror. Her legs were wide apart.

Again she fingered her cunt. She leaned back and pried apart her pussylips to gaze upon the dewy pink, gleaming inside of her cunt.

Slowly she worked two fingers into her snatch and felt the warm juices flow around them. Slowly she moved the fingers around inside her, plunged as deep as she could reach. Inch by slow inch she pulled her fingers free again of her warm moist box. She licked the juices from her fingers, moaning, giggling softly.

The stool was low enough that she could lean all the way back to rest on her elbows. She spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Over the contours of her creamy high-rising breasts, she gazed at the reflection of her pussy in the mirror.