Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

He stepped towards her before Janet could answer. The tip of his cockhead peeked out from the sheath of foreskin. Janet could not resist reaching out to touch his big dick. It stirred quickly to life. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and felt the slow swelling in the palm of her hand.

She toyed with his low-hanging balls. Delicately, with the tips of her fingers, she eased the foreskin back to uncover the thick head. She flicked her tongue around the glans. She sucked the glans into her mouth and caressed the rubbery flesh with tight-pressing lips.

Her tantalizing fingers tickled his big balls which had begun to grow tight. He took one step closer, pushing his cock into her mouth. She let her throat muscles relax completely as he cased the throbbing shaft of her throat. He buried it in her to the balls. She felt it pulsate against the walls of her mouth.

She became passive and let him mouth fuck her with delicious lingering slowness. Slick, savory cockmeat slid back and forth down her throat – out again to the corona and in to the balls again. Cockmeat had never tasted so good.

He ceased the movements for, a moment. Keeping his cock buried deep to the balls, he reached into her gown and cupped one of her breasts. She felt the vibration of his dick, deep down her throat, felt the trickle of pre-coital juices. She eased her mouth up the long length of cock to the tip of the head. Sticky drippings oozed from the big slit. She licked them away, relishing the spicy taste.

His hot hand squeezed harder at her breast, and she managed to get out of her robe, holding just the heavy cockhead between her lips. He took his cock from her just long enough to help her pull her gown up and over her head.

She whimpered softly, staring at his robust cock. God, it must weigh almost as much as Kris' skinny body did! She gobbled it hungrily back into her mouth. He hunched down to squeeze her breasts, pinch her tits.

She moved her head vigorously back and forth, sucking strongly at every inch of dick-meat, swirling her tongue around the swollen shaft on the downward plunges of her saliva-dripping mouth. She paused to bathe the thick rubbery cockhead with spit and to lick away the fresh sticky juices that dripped from, the big slit.

She began fingering her cunt while she sucked. She heard his approving moan and knew he was watching with lusty interest as she dug two fingers between the slippery folds of cuntflesh and began finger-fucking herself.

He began moving his hips again – fucking her in the mouth, faster, harder than before. His huge, sperm-filled balls slapped against her chin.

"Oh!" he cried, as she felt spurt after spurt of his hot cum strike the back of her throat. She swallowed part of it and savored the rest of it, holding it in her mouth while her fingers worked frenziedly in the gushy depths of her pussy.

"Ummm, yeah," he said hoarsely. "Get yourself off, babe."

He rolled his hips and she felt his heavy cock swirl around, still buried deep in her throat. She squealed around it as pussy-juice bathed her two fingers. Her lips clung to his meat, never wanting to let it go. She whimpered softly around his cock as it slowly contracted. It was still semi-hard and felt so fantastic in her mouth – slick, juicy, rubbery and flexible. She felt his rubbery dick flop back and forth against the walls of her throat. Her shrill little whimper was a plea for him not to take his meat from her mouth.

"Let me have your hand," she heard him say. She started to lift her left hand.

"No, the other one," he said.

She pulled her fingers from her cunt and held her hand up to him. He grabbed hold of it and began licking her sticky fingers. His cock began to firm. It kept expanding in her mouth until she thought her jaws would break. He sucked lustily at her fingers, cleaning them all of the cuntjuice. He smacked his lips, begging for more.

She dug two fingers of her left hand into her pussy and got them soaked with succulent juices. He licked them clean while she sucked his cock which was now stiff and throbbing again. And she finger-fucked herself, first with one hand, then the other, feeding the sticky, juice covered fingers to his mouth.

She sucked deep and strong from head to base on his mammoth cock.

She heard the wild animal grunt that tore from his chest. He laced his fingers behind her head and thrust his dick savagely into her mouth. Violent spurts of cum spewed into her mouth. He held her cock flat against his groin so that her nose was against his pubic hairs. And she could smell the rich odor of cum very keenly.

She plunged two fingers up her cunt. She squealed through a body-shattering orgasm. Then she was down again. And licking at the cum that clung to his dick as he slowly pulled it from her mouth. She lapped off the one remaining droplet of cum that clung to the slit of his cockhead.

"Best head a chick ever gave me," Kris said later, pouting more wine.

"Well, I'm a woman of experience," Janet said. "You're not much older'n me."

"I guess not. Maybe a couple of years."

"Betsy's going back home in a couple of days," Kris said. "How'd you like to be my old lady?"

Janet chuckled. She saw his hurt look. "I'm sorry, Kris," she said. "But I'll be moving out soon too, I have a job."

"Yeah. Sue told me. How come you wanna go that route?"

"It's what I want."

"Yeah. Well, how 'bout we shack up together just till you move out?"

"As long as you understand…"

"No sweat," Kris said. "We'll see," Janet smiled.

Monday morning, promptly at eight-thirty, Harry Owens introduced Janet to the office manager – a skinny woman in her thirties named Miss Blake. She had a horsey face, wore a seven dark suit and her thin mouse-colored hair was tied in a bus. She smiled in a friendly way, revealing big teeth. Janet felt wary of her without quite knowing why.

Miss Blake introduced her to some of the other girls in the typing pool and put her to work, typing reports from the Public Relations department which Janet didn't understand at all.

Miss Blake looked over her shoulders a few times, muttered, "Fine, fine," then moved on. Janet discovered that her neck was stiff by the time the coffee-cart came around at ten.

Several junior copywriters came out from behind their frosted glass cubby-holes to select rolls or doughnuts from the cart. All of them were men.

"You're the new girl," one of the copywriters said. "My name's Dee McGuire."

"Janet – uh, Sullivan," Janet said, giving him her maiden name.

Dee sat on Janet's desk, sipping coffee from a paper cup. He was attractive, maybe thirty years old.

"I'm not married," he said.

"How'd you know I was checking you over for a wedding ring?" Janet laughed.

"How 'bout having lunch with me?"

"Fast worker."

"Have to be in this place. Somebody else would beat me to it. How 'bout it?"

"Sure, why not."

During lunch Dee McGuire seemed honest, straight-forward. And he wasn't overbearing – despite his moving in on her so fast.

When the three-o'clock coffee cart came around, Janet looked for Dee, thinking he would spend his coffee break at her desk. But he wasn't there.

"He's up in George Anders' office," another typist said. Her name was Amy. Blonde was probably not the natural color of her hair. She was attractively full-bodied. Janet had an uneasy feeling that Amy had been watching her all morning, for some secret reason of her own.

"Pardon?" Janet replied icily.

"Dee McGuire, he's up in George Anders' office. Mr. Anders is an account executive," she said, making it sound like a very important title.

"He sure gave you the rush, didn't he?"

"We had lunch together."

"He gave me the rush too, when I first started working here," Amy said. "But I can't be bothered with Dee McGuire. He'll never be anything but a junior copywriter. I don't think he even wants to be anything else."