Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

She got up from the executive chair. She became suddenly all that George Anders wanted. She heard him whimper softly from beneath the desk. She took off all her clothes. She stood naked, feeling cruel, sexy, determined and hot… grasping the whip tight.

"Come out from there," she said.

Whimpering softly, George crawled out from beneath the desk. He crawled on his belly to where she stood and began licking her feet. She looked down at his broad beefy back.

She leaned way down and grabbed a handful of his thick black hair. She tugged hard.

"Get your face on my cunt!"

She emphasized the command with a crack of the whip across his back. The way his body writhed was strangely sensual.

His face was pressed tight against her cunt. She rolled her hips, feeling his deeply penetrating tongue thrust up her juicy tapering hole. She fucked his mouth. "Eat it, you cunt lapper!"

On the edge of orgasm she pushed him away and let him experience the full thrust of her fury. All the pent-up resentment against Jimmy Marks and men like him… all the bitter memories of she and Ted on her wedding night were released at last in those next moments.

He lay on his back, writhing, whimpering softly.

His thick cock was bone-hard. Janet kicked at his shoulder.

"Cunt lapper… you can do better than that!" She kicked him harder.

"Yes… yes!" he gasped.

She placed the sole of her foot on his face. She wiped the bottom of her foot across his face as he darted out his tongue and licked at it.

"Turn over," she said. "Workhorse!"

He rolled over and got onto his hands and knees. She mounted his strong back. She grabbed a handful of his hair. Her cuntjuice flowed hot and sticky, chipping onto his slick, sweaty back as she rode him around the room. She squeezed her thighs tight against his sides and reached back to work the whip across his buttocks.

"Get back to the desk!"

She lay across the desk. Her big titties rose high with each panting excited breath she drew.

"Massage my tits!"

His hulking body hovered over her. His big, hot moist hands cupped around her big breasts. Fervidly, yet with tender care, he kneaded them.

"Beautiful… beautiful!" he whispered feverishly.

He leaned down to suck one of the pointed tits into his mouth.

"Get that tongue down on my box!"

The rough moist tongue glided down the soft flatness of her belly. Janet opened her legs wide, stretching open her pussy lips to receive his tongue inside. He got down on his knees and went after her pussy with feverish tongue-dipping haste.

"Suck it!"

He sucked at her pussy mound until she ordered his tongue back inside her. She clutched at the air and her heavy tits rolled from side to side as she popped. George grunted and slurped like a hungry animal, his head between her legs, lapping up the final drippings of her orgasm.

"Now," she panted. "Pick me up!"

He lifted her up from the desk and held her in his powerful arms. Such strength in those arms… arms that could crush the life from her. And she was in full command.

"You can put me down now," she said, scratching at his back. "Onto the floor."

The thick rug felt soft and comfortable. But she rolled over onto her knees and elbows and lifted her ass as high into the air as she could.

"Get your tongue into my ass!"

His tongue speared into the puckered little hole. He tongued it and sucked at it and he clamped his lips round it and blew gently. It made a deliciously vulgar sound and Janet chuckled. "Get to my pussy."

He dipped his tongue into her pussy. He lapped at her cunt and she began to roll over. He followed with his tongue. His hands pushed up beneath her buttocks, holding her cunt to his lips for his pussy-feast. He munched at his meal of cunt.

She began to squeal as he sucked up her cunt.

She fell limply back onto the rug as he kept sucking up her juices. But his lapping tongue enflamed her again, reaching deep into her hole again.

"Stop!" she cried.

He looked up at her, startled.

"Please… don't I please you?" he asked in a trembly voice.

"Not bad," she teased. "But it could still be better. Maybe you need a little lesson."

"Please!" he pleaded excitedly.

She pushed him away from her and he lay limp and yielding on the floor. She stood up and kicked him, watched him writhe and whimper and grovel.

She straddled him and premed her pussy tight against his face. "I may make you eat me all night."

"Oh!" he whimpered.

She pound her pussy into his face, feeling his tongue dip deep into her cunthole. She grasped him behind the neck and again mouth-fucked him with her pussy. Her muff was damp and sticky and she let him lick at it a while before she sent back to smothering him with her pussy-fucks.

She held his face as tight against her muff as she could while she popped.

"Oh God… God," he whimpered happily.

He reached up to fondle her titties. She scooted her pussy back across his face. Soon he was moaning again in sheer ecstasy. She was coming. And the warm sticky urine was trickling across his cheeks, down his chin.

Janet was the center of attention in the hotel suite at Lake Tahoe. She was hosting another party for clients from all over the world. There was a particularly handsome Frenchman she had her eye on.

She wore a green taffeta gown, emerald earrings.

"Janet!"

She turned to face Jimmy Marks. He was handsome, dressed in a white formal jacket. A plain, almost ugly, somewhat nervous woman hung on his arm. He introduced her as Emily, his wife.

"You seem to be doing great," he said. "I've heard about you all the way down in Hollywood."

"Oh? What have you heard?"

"That you're the best hostess any agency's ever had," he said with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

"Ummmm."

"Janet," Frank Carpenter said. "I don't think you've met our president yet. Keith, this is Janet Sullivan."

Janet looked into the eyes of a handsome ruddy-faced, middle aged man whose smile was warm, genuine.

"How do you do?" she said breathlessly.

"I don't know why it's taken us so long to meet," Keith Adams said. "I've just not been able to attend any of George's other parties. Very lucky man to have you for a secretary. I may have to steal you from him."

"Well, well," Jimmy Marks said when Mr. Carpenter had moved Keith Adams on to meet more people. "You are doing all right."

"Dear," Emily Marks said with a whiney voice. "Will you excuse me for a moment?"

"Sure," Jimmy said coolly.

"She's gone to take some pills. So, little Janet got old Drury's job after all."

"I'm not sure I like it," Janet said, her voice hollow.

"You mean it isn't enough?"

"Maybe. I don't know what I mean."

"That's your big problem. You don't quite fit in as a cool business broad. And you're too independent to be a sweet little housewife."

"I haven't heard such pearls of wisdom for so long. What would I have done without you?"

"You've done just fine, that's what… Frank Carpenter calls you by your first name. And you could work your way right into the president's bed if you wanted. I saw the way Keith Adams looked at you."

"Oh, you think so, do you?"

"I know so. But you better get busy. Fern Edwards has him in tow. Now there's a barracuda."

Janet glanced across the room. Mr. Carpenter and Keith Adams were talking to Fern, a girl from the typing pool Janet could not stand. She was being very gushy with Keith Adams.

"She couldn't stand a chance if you went after him," Jimmy said. "She's not really his type. Too brassy."

"You always were good at fixing me up with useful men."

"How about us? How about meeting me later?"

"I'm afraid not," she said with a cool smile. "I'll be busy later."