Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

He licked her ass-cheeks, kissed them… pried them apart and swirled his tongue around in her asshole, dug it into the puckered hole as far as it would go. She giggled. She wiggled her ass, encouraging him to keep on rimming her. He sucked and licked and smacked his lips, feasting on her delectable feminine ass.

Her laughter became raucous, coarse, as he sucked harder on her anus, pried apart the cheeks even wider to dive his tongue in deeper – bathing her pink puckered hole with saliva.

He sensed the right moment to cease the rimming and, go on to something even more exciting. He lifted her up higher. She spread her legs wider. And he lapped at her pussy until she squealed.

She began turning and he helped her on over onto her back again. His head dipped down. She pushed his face tight against her cunt. His juicy lips began to move – munching pussy while she squirmed, clasping the back of his neck tightly.

"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!" she rasped.

She heard his passion-charged groan.

"Eat it!" she cried, releasing the hold on his neck so he could move his head faster.

He groaned louder.

"Damn… damn!" she panted between piercing squeals as he ate and sucked deeper on her snatch.

She lifted her head up from the studio couch-bed. The room seemed to whirl around her. She felt savage. Somehow George aroused that strange, barbaric, Amazonian emotion in her.

And she began to claw, scratching like a cat, hissing between gritted teeth, "Eat it eat it!" Her fingernails dug and scratched at the flesh of his back. His groans were supercharged. His hot, big, strong hands pressed upwards beneath her ass, lifting her delicious pussy to his drooling lips.

With one hand she pressed tight at the back of his neck. With the other hand she scratched hard and deep across his back. She had never felt more strong that in that brief, yet ever-lasting orgasmic moment. And his loud, but pussy-muffled moan told her the experience was pure ecstasy to him.

"Oh!" she sighed heavily.

Then her body relaxed. Her arms dropped limply by her sides. George continued to lap gently at her cunt. She giggled softly. She began to feel drowsy. She wished she could lie there all afternoon and let George lap her cunt like that while she half-dozed. But she had to get back to work.

She gently pushed George away from her pussy. And without a word he got obediently off the bed and padded into the bathroom.

During the next several weeks Janet entertained enough clients to be able to afford a nicer apartment.

Three nights a week she attended a business college, studying stenography.

"Gene," George Anders said one day, pausing by Gene Drury's desk. "Would you come into the office?"

"Could you give me just a few minutes, Mr. Anders?" Gene Drury was involved in paper work.

"Don't make it too long," George said curtly.

"Oh, Mr. Anders," Janet said, quickly taking advantage of the opportunity that may have come at last. "If Mr. Drury is busy right now, I could take dictation."

"Oh?" The offer obviously pleased him, but he tried to bide his excitement from Drury with a frown. "Very well," he said quickly, before Drury had a chance to say another word.

Drury gave her a murderous look.

At last she entered the sanctuary of George Anders' office. She looked around at the mahogany-paneled walls, the big mahogany desk.

"Such a nice office, Mr. Anders," she said. "Such privacy!"

"Yes." His face flushed red. His voice went thick.

"Before I take that dictation…"

"Yes?" he said eagerly. "My cunt needs lapping!"

"God…!"

He sank to his knees. He began to lick at the shiny black shoes she wore. She leaned back against the desk, pulling her skirt up to her waist.

"Eat my pussy," she demanded. "Slave!"

Yes, that was it… to George, she was a beautiful, demanding queen, and he was her obedient slave. He worked her pandas down her knees, down to her ankles.

She thrust her pelvis forward, baring her cunt to him. With a moan he buried his face into her warm muff. She grasped the back of his neck, holding his face tight against her hot pussy. She heard his stifled moans.

She lay all the way back on the desk, her feet barely touching the floor. Her pussy was stretched wide for his lapping tongue. She heard the slurping noises he made, licking and eating her juicy flesh.

"Eat it! Eat it, slave!" she gasped.

Excited, he moaned louder into her cunt, spearing his tongue deeper, lapping up the juices. She squealed in orgasm and lay panting atop the desk. He lapped her pussy a moment longer. She wished he would get her off again. But he licked at her shoes another moment before getting a little unsteadily to his feet.

"I-I hope I pleased you," he said humbly.

"It was pretty good," Janet said, surprised at the hardness in her tone of voice. "But next time you'll have to do better. Or I'll…"

"Yes?" George said, giving her an eager look.

"I'll think of something," she said, making light of it.

She pulled herself together and picked up pad and pencil. Alter all, they had business to do now.

Her pussy itched all the rest of the long morning. That brief session with George in the office had only warmed her up. Jimmy Marks was out of the picture now. By way of promotion he had been transferred to the Hollywood branch and there was a rumor that Jimmy was engaged to marry the daughter of a wealthy client.

But damn… damn… her pussy itched. She never had managed to seduce Dee McGuire. He and that sweet little Linda spent lunch hours together now. Dee and Linda seemed made for one another.

George Anders returned from a late lunch carrying a large package. He pawed by Janet's desk.

"I wonder if you're doing anything this evening – special I mean," he said, speaking softly, hoping that Drury would not overhear.

"Why – no," Janet answered.

"Then would you mind working overtime a while? I have a few things that need to be cleared up." He glanced furtively at the package he carried.

"I'd be happy to," Janet smiled.

She glanced at Drury. He had obviously heard everything. He was furious. That made Janet smile wider.

The place seemed strangely deserted and quiet at five-fifteen. Only she anti George Anders, alone on that entire floor.

He poked his head out of the door of his office. "You can come in about five minutes," he said, his voice thick with excitement.

Janet waited, outwardly cool, filing her nails. But inwardly she felt a strange kind of excitement. Her relationship with George was about to enter a wilder phase. She was sure of that.

After five minutes had passed, she got up and walked slowly towards the office door. She didn't see him at first. Then she spotted him, cowering naked beneath the big mahogany desk. She strolled over and sat in his swivel executive chair.

From beneath the desk George began licking her shoes. He removed her shoes carefully and began kissing her stockinged feet. She felt his warm hands caress her legs, felt trembling fingers roll the stockings slowly down her shapely calves. She heard a worshipful gasp and he fell to licking, kissing her naked feet, sucking her toes.

She pulled her skirt up around her waist to show him that she had removed her panties. She spread her legs wide, scooting to the edge of the big plush chair, feeding him her cunt.

From beneath the desk he began eating her pussy.

"Eat it, slave!" she said huskily.

He whimpered and buried his face tight against her muff. She grasped the arms of the chair tighter, laughing softly as he ate her cunt.

She noticed then that one of the desk drawers was partly opened. She pulled it all the way opened and gasped at what she saw. She felt a chill of excitement as she removed the coiled, three stranded whip from the drawer.