Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

"Ted… Ted… I love you, Ted!" she said, her tongue thick.

"You worship me, eh?"

"Yes!" She sank down on her knees. "Yes!"

As if in a dream, she began kissing his feet.

She heard Ted's laughter… heard the vile words he called her. Then heard the stem command: "Suck my cock, bitch."

The room seemed to be swirling around and around as she lifted her head. Passionately she kissed his balls, his stiff prick.

"Suck it, bitch!"

She felt the sting of the belt across her back. She took his cock into her mouth. She sucked down to the root of it. He bent his legs, bunching down. He grabbed hold of her tits, squeezing and tugging at them as she deftly moved her moist lips up and down on the length of his prick from cockhead to root.

He let go of her titties.

"Go 'round the world like a good whore," he said thickly.

Mac Saunders had used that phrase – around the world. That was something else he had taught her that summer.

Janet licked at the inside of Ted's left thigh. She licked around the muscular leg. His buttocks were smooth and shapely. Her ears were assailed again turn.

"How many," Ted said, grabbing her hair, forcing her to look at him.

"Six others," she said evenly. "Exactly six others."

He slapped her hard across the side of the face.

"Don't get haughty with me, bitch. Six others besides Sue you mean."

"Yes, but with Sue – that wasn't an affair… we only did it a few times together. I thought I was in love so many times. It always had to be with someone older – I was so mature for my age."

Janet's voice was subdued, matter-of-fact, despite the situation – Ted tugging at her hair, glaring at her with such loathing.

Her voice wavered, "But I really did fall in love for the first time."

"Me, eh?" Ted's lips twisted. "Bet it was a new experience for you – a guy not trying to get into your pants. And actually proposing marriage to a…"

He let go her hair and stood up. His cock twitched.

"Better finish that drink," he said. "You may need it. You've had a lot of different experiences… Now you're gonna have another one – one you'll never forget!"

She took the pitcher and drank directly from it. Some of the liquid dripped onto her naked body. Her face was flushed. She felt giddy, resigned to with the vile names he called her. But his voice seemed far away. Only the flesh was near.

She pried apart his ass-cheeks as she ran her tongue up and down the crack. He leaned forward and she dug her tongue into his whole. She bathed it with her tongue. She puckered her lips and blew into it. Ted laughed.

She went around him and licked his balk.

"Suck it, bitch! I'm coming!"

She put her mouth back on his twitching cook. She felt it throb in her mouth as she plunged down on it… felt it throb down her throat. He clutched the back of her head and pushed her face tight against his crotch. His big dick didn't gag her, nor did the huge load of hot cum that shot into her mouth. She drank it down – that essence of the man she loved!

"Bitch!" He pushed her away from him like some nasty, pesky thing.

She lay on the floor, nearly passed out.

"There's more where that came from, bitch." His voice sounded farther away than ever.

She didn't know how long she lay in a heap on the floor like that before she felt herself being backed onto the bed. She lay on her stomach and he beat her with his belt again. Then she was rolled over and he whipped lightly at her breasts with a strap.

He was fucking her then, and she heard strange wild laughter. She was shocked to discover that it was she who laughed through the blessed orgasm. He chewed hard at her tits, bit her neck. He rolled her over onto her stomach again. She felt her asshole being invaded with his greasy cock. She lay inert, her breasts crushing into the mattress while he ass-fucked. Then he lifted her hips and slammed at her hard, his thighs slapping against her silken buttocks, making them quiver.

He leaned forward, his chest resting on her soft back, fucking slow as his fingers toyed with her pussy lips.

"I'll wear your pussy out, bitch," he whispered fiercely.

"Can't," she muttered, her tongue thick. "Can't!"

She laughed hysterically as he plunged three fingers deep into her gushy cunt while his cock fucked slow but deep into her ass.

She squealed. But he kept finger-fucking her and fucking her in the ass. She could hardly stand it. But she climaxed again. She began whimpering, moaning, crying, all at the same time it seemed as his fingers grew more active in her pussy, as they stretched her cunt.

She couldn't – no, she couldn't stand another one. But it happened. Again. She didn't squeal. The sound was more like a strangled sob. Then she whimpered, almost happily. For she felt his hot load of cockjuice shoot into her asshole.

Now he'll stop, she thought. He'll stop, he'll slapped her again.

Nothingness again. Then she was being lifted up. He was carrying her. Her arms dangled. He carried her into the bathroom, into the shower stall, and set her on the tile floor. She leaned back against the wall. She felt something warm splash against her titties. She opened her eyes.

Tad was pining on her! The warm liquid splashed onto her breasts, trickled down her belly and onto the furry mound of her pussy.

She watched him, a tight smile on her face. He moved closer and aimed the piss directly at her cunt. He chuckled, and she found herself giggling. The shower stall seemed to swirl round and round and she couldn't stop giggling.

From some place far off, she heard his voice – cutting the air like a knife: "You loved that didn't you, bitch – all that. Yeah, look at the expression on her face. You loved it, bitch."

He turned the shower water on. It was a shock at first, and she gasped and snapped out of her stupor. But she still sat on the floor while the water soaked her. He grabbed her and carried her back into the bedroom. He dumped her onto the bed. She still felt dizzy and weak.

"Yeah, you loved that," he whispered hotly at her ear. "You love me so you loved that. And there'll be more… there'll be others… don't worry. But I want you to go to sleep stop."

He pulled his cock roughly from the tight grip of her anus. She fell flat onto the bed again. Brief darkness. Or was it brief? She awoke to the feel of something huge in her pussy. She was on her back, her legs resting on his shoulders. His cruel blue eyes glared down at her. He was fucking her with a long thick dildo attached to his dick.

"Oh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhh!"

"Like that?" he panted. "Ever had anything that big in your pussy before?"

The dildo was at least twelve inches long. And he fucked it into her hard, fast, deep. She tried to claw the air with her hands. But she discovered that her arms were tied behind her back, bound at the wrists.

She was too weak to even try to move. The hot palms of his hands pressed down hard on her heaving breasts. Strange sounds escaped from her dry throat. She could not speak, could not cry out. Ted's laughter was deep, lusty.

He fucked the huge dildo into her. She gasped, her throat growing tighter, the blood rushing to her face. And Ted laughed louder, pumping the dildo into her pussy harder.

Darkness swept over her again. For how long? Dimly she was aware that Ted's cock was fucking her in the regular way. She whispered his name – tenderly?

He slapped her across the face, laughed, then now… "Drink this."

And she drank again – this time it was straight gin, right from the bottle.

She opened her eyes. The room was hot, bathed in sunshine. She ached all over. She closed her eyes again. Then she remembered the horrible dream. Slowly the knowledge came to her that it hadn't been a dream. She moaned.