Roy Manning - Secretary in heat

"Oh?" Janet wondered why Amy was telling her all this.

"Listen, there's this Jimmy Marks," Amy said, leaning closer to Janet. "A prince of a man. He started here a year after Dee did and he's a chief copywriter and well on the way to being an executive."

"Really?"

"Don't waste your time on Dee," Amy said.

"Like I said, we just had lunch," Janet said, peeved, wondering what business it was of Amy's.

"Do you have a little free time after work?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Why don't we have a drink together?"

"Well…" Janet hesitated. She wasn't sure she liked Amy. But she couldn't think of anyway to get out of it. "All right. I guess I'll have time for just one drink."

They went to a large crowded bar on the corner from where they worked. Janet recognized some of the girls from the typing pool as well as some of the copywriters.

She was also surprised to see horse-faced Miss Blake sitting lonely at the end of the bar. She'd hardly thought Miss Blake was the bar-type. She waved at her and Miss Blake waved back, giving Janet her wide toothy smile.

"That ugly old queer," Amy said spitefully. "She seems awfully nice," Janet said. "Gotta watch out for her. She's always goosing the girls. Mr. Carpenter surely knows about her. I don't know why he keeps her on."

"What kind of man is Mr. Carpenter?"

"He's very handsome for an older man. And very down to earth and friendly. Not at all like a big executive. I had a nice talk with him recently at a party. Never met Mr. Adams though."

"Really?" Janet said, wide-eyed. "You were at a party with the head of…"

"Oh yes," Amy said off-handedly. "Oh, there's Jimmy Marks now. He wants to meet you."

A handsome, dark-haired man dressed in an expensive-looking suit was walking towards theft table.

"You're right, Amy. She's a knock-out," Jimmy said, taking Janet's hand, not waiting for Amy to introduce them.

"I've got to get goin'," Amy said.

Amy was gone and Jimmy Marks was sitting at the table with Janet almost before she knew what was happening.

"Are you ready for another drink?" Jimmy asked, still holding her hand.

"No thanks," Janet replied. "I have to get going, too."

"Oh, but we're having dinner together," Jimmy said, squeezing her hand, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh, but we're not," Janet answered frostily.

"You have another date?"

"No." Janet stood up, a tight little smile on her lips. "But I'm not having dinner with you."

He looked crushed, as if no woman had ever been able to resist him before.

She saw Jimmy a couple of times during that week as he hurried past her desk on his way to his office. He rushed by without speaking or even looking at her.

She had lunch daily with Dee McGuire. He was such pleasant company. She pictured him as her lover and decided it would be nice. But Dee never asked her for a date except for lunch.

She became friendly with another girl in the office. She was a sweet shy girl of twenty who had been with the company for six months. Her name was Linda. She shared an apartment with two other girls and asked Janet if she would like to move in too. But Janet wanted her privacy. She could hardly wait to get hex own place.

During that week, out at Sue and David's, Janet supposed she had become Kris' temporary chick. Betsy was away. And Janet spent her night with Kris.

His big cock fitted her pussy just fine. But he himself was not fulfilling. He was an insatiable lover though. Sometimes he fell asleep with his cock still in her – the long thick shaft grown soft, but the big meaty head buried deep in her cunt.

And just before dawn they would wake up and he would begin moving his hips slowly, his cock stiffening, the head diving deeper into her. And he would fuck her slowly until the room was bathed with light. Then he would tower over her, fucking hard, his huge balls slapping against her asshole… fucking her till she screamed in orgasm and fucking her beyond that. But what future could there be with him? He had no ambition. All he was interested, as he told her was, "Balling, pot, and a little vino."

On Friday at noon she looked up from her typewriter to see Jimmy Marks standing there. She'd expected it to be Dee. The surprise showed op her face.

"Dee – had to go out of town," Jimmy told her. "To a factory down the coast to take notes on some new product."

"Oh?"

"Would you give me another chance?" he asked. "I'm sorry I was so overbearing the other day."

Janet was taken aback by this new manner of his.

"Would you have lunch with me?" he asked. He smiled at her. And she could not help but smile back.

"All right," she said, putting the cover on her typewriter.

She was aware of Amy's eyes on them as they left the office.

They went to his apartment in a taxi. Janet was sure he would take her to his apartment. Food was not on his mind. Nor on hers either by the time they reached their destination.

He sat close to her in the back seat of the cab and she was very aware of his hot male-body. But he acted the part of a perfect gentlemen.

In the apartment he even served her a glass of chilled white wine.

But she saw that bulge at his crotch. And his handsome face and tail body were so exciting. She drank the wine fast.

He better hurry if intends to seduce me, she thought, trembling. He seemed so calm and smooth. She didn't want him to see how flustered she was.

He watched her closely with an amused little grin. She finished off the wine and set the glass on the end-table. Then, whistling softly, he got up and walked over to the other side of the room. With a swift movement he had opened up the wall bed.

"Well," Janet said dryly. "That's honest, anyway."

"Why not," he said. "We both know what we want."

"Exactly," she answered.

That was fine with her. A good purely physical encounter, with no emotional entanglements.

Jimmy began to undress. Janet stood up and began undressing too. It seemed so mechanical. Her ardor began to cool. He stood naked beside the iron bedstead, watching her, waiting for her. His cock began to erect slowly. It was long and slender. He waited for her to come to him and by the time she did his dick was completely stiff. But his face showed no emotion.

I'll make the handsome bastard show some emotion, she thought. Then his arms enfolded her and she was puffy in his hands.

"Hot pussy," he whispered, his breath warm at her ear.

"Yes!"

"You take your pills like a good girl."

"Yes, Goddamn it."

He chuckled. His strong hands stroked the soft silken flesh of her ass. Her big tits crushed against his hard chest. His tongue went deep into her mouth. She felt marvelously suffocated, over powered.

He pulled her down onto the bed atop him.

She felt his hard cock, imprisoned between their bodies, throbbing hotly against her belly. Stiff dick – male-meat she could not live without!

She lusted for him, had to have him, but he was simply a man to her.

And somehow that made her feel safer with him. She could let herself go completely, perform every wild sex act that came into her mind. And afterwards she would not feel bound to him, trapped by love.

She could enjoy sex as much – more – as the most potent and passionate man in the world. And after the frenzied act feel as unattached as they.

Her moan around his swirling tongue was deep, intense, sensual, fired by the vigorous sense of power that swept through her hot flesh. And fired by the delicious feel of the muscled male body beneath her, the hard pulsating cock against her flat belly.

She pulled away from him. She began showering his body with kisses – his neck, his hairy chest. She sucked on his nipple.

"Hey!" he said, laughing softly. "Hey!"

She sucked deeply at the tit, pinched gently at the other one until it was taut, sucked it. He writhed and moaned, his laugh soft and sensual.