In heat secretary

CHAPTER THREE

Laura confided in Terry. She told her she was in love with Brad and Terry decided not to make a pitch for him herself.

She had enough happening in her life now so that it didn't matter. She was dating a few of the salesmen in her department and one day a nice-looking client asked her out to dinner.

Mr. Young asked her to take some dictation from him, and before she went into the empty office she was using she went to the ladies room to freshen up.

The client's name was Greg Hillman and he reminded her a little of Brad Frazier. He had thick dark hair which he wore rather long and a nice, slightly stocky body.

The brunette secretary stood in front of the full length mirror in the ladies room and brushed her hair as she thought about him. She hoped he didn't talk too fast. Her dictation wasn't too good. Not that she'd had much chance to use it here at Century Ltd.. The men in her department mostly just told her what they wanted to say in a letter and asked her to compose it.

She leaned to one side and admired her long dark-brown hair as she brushed it over one shoulder. Occasionally she considered cutting it short, but she always decided against it at the last minute. There was nothing like long hair when a girl fucked. Men loved to run their fingers through it.

She finished brushing her hair and dabbing some lip gloss on her mouth. She thought about the fag hairdresser who was always trying to convince her to cut her hair short. Laura always said that fags were jealous of women and wanted to make them ugly. She said that's why so many of them designed women's clothes in a way that hid their tits.

Terry stepped back and smoothed her skirt. She wore high heeled pumps and sheer stockings and today she was wearing her first garter belt.

She lifted her skirt and gazed at her almost naked body. Laura had surprised her with the black lace garter belt. Then when Terry had slipped into panties, the blonde had made her take them off.

"You never wear panties with a garter belt, silly," she'd giggled. "The whole point is for a man to be able to get to your cunt."

Terry smiled at her image in the mirror as she thought about Laura. The blonde had taught her so much. They were the same age. But Laura had been around so much more, Terry felt like she was the kid sister and Laura the older, more sophisticated one.

Now she rummaged in her purse for some perfume and sprayed it over her neck and ears. Then on an impulse, she lifted her skirt again and sprayed some fragrance on her inner thighs and pussy-muff.

"Always be ready," Laura giggled when she handed Terry the box containing the garter belt. "You never know what might happen so always be ready for fucking."

Now Terry brushed, some blusher over her high cheek bones and fluffed up her hair. She thought about Greg Hillman and remembered he was waiting for her in the empty office they used for visiting clients.

Better hurry, she thought as she went to one of the cubicles and locked the door. She straddled the toilet and raised one foot to the seat before letting a stream of piss out of her pussy.

God, it felt good to pee! She watched the yellow flow as it hit the sides of the toilet bowl and squeezed out the last few drops. Then she dabbed some toilet tissue over her gash and dropped her skirt.

She left the cubicle and made her way back to the office. The door to the empty visitor's office was closed and she knocked before entering.

"Come on in, Terry," a voice said.

She knew it was Greg Hillman so she turned the doorknob and entered the room. Greg looked up from the desk and smiled warmly.

"Sit down, sit down," he said, his eyes raking over her. "You're the prettiest thing I've seen in an age. I just want to go over these figures and then we'll get to the dictation."

His eyes sparkled as she sat down in the chair across from the desk.

"Of course I'd rather go over your figure," he winked. "If you know what I mean."

She smiled back and crossed her legs. He turned his attention back to the paper in front of him and without looking up asked her where she wanted to have dinner.

"Anyplace," she said. "You decide."

"But what do you like to eat, Terry?" he grinned, finally looking up and meeting her eyes.

She gazed at him pointedly and licked her lips. "I eat everything, Mr. Hillman," she murmured.

He dropped his pencil and threw his head back and roared. "You're smart as a whip as well as being a sexy little thing," he said. "I think we'll skip the dictation and just concentrate on getting acquainted."

They chatted then. He told her all about his dog and his apartment. "It's a bachelor's paradise up on the hill," he said. "You'll love it. We'll go there later after dinner," he said, moving his chair close to hers and taking her hand.

"I'm a cat lover myself," she said. "I just love the little beasts." She gazed up at him with her most innocent expression. "Do you like pussies, Greg?"

He squeezed her hand and turned it palm up. He kissed her palm and ran his tongue over her fingertips. "I love pussies," he said, staring at her tits. "And I must say you've got the greatest knockers I've seen in a long time."

Terry blushed. Her boldness didn't come naturally. She always felt self-conscious when she first met a man and now she crossed and uncrossed her legs as he placed his hands on her thighs.

"I don't think either of us can wait until later!" he hissed as he stroked her thighs through her skirt.

She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. "Why, whatever do you mean?" she said.

"You know damn well what I mean," he said, moving his hands up her skirt and caressing the skin that showed at the top of her stockings. "You're a real tease, but I can handle you. I love girls who can dish it out. I find them exciting."

She noticed his cock swell inside his pants. He wore a three-piece suit and now he slipped his suit coat off and returned his hands to her thighs.

"I think maybe you've noticed that you've got my friend here all hot and bothered," he said.

"Hmmmm, yes, I must admit I noticed," she said.

He leaned closer and kissed her lightly on the lips. She shivered when he dabbed his tongue over her lower lip. God, he was turning her on!

She giggled sexily when he darted his tongue over her ear. "You've got a great laugh, you know?" he said.

He slid his hands over her hips and finally up to her tits. She was wearing a tight turtlenecked sweater and he barely touched his fingertips to her upthrust boobs.

He yanked his tie open and pulled it off his neck. "I can't stand these damn things," he said. "When I'm president of the company, I'll abolish them."

He rose up then and pulled her to her feet. He pressed himself against her and kissed her. This time he kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth and crushing his chest against her tits.

"Feel my cock," he whispered in her ear as he ran his tongue over her neck. "Feel how hard I am, you sexy cunt!"

"I feel it!" she whimpered, folding her arms around his neck and returning the hot embrace.

Her pussy tingled and she pressed herself against him. His prick felt hard. And big. She wished he'd take it out and fuck her right now. Without any preliminaries. Just push her against the desk and stick it in.

"How do you like it?" he whispered, tonguing her ear and squeezing her ass. "Do you like it slow and easy or hard and fast?"

The feel of his stiff prick, stabbing her belly had turned her knees to jelly. "I love it all," she said.

"But haven't you ever had any wild fantasies?" he said.

"Well, yes, doesn't everybody?"

"But that's what I want to know about. Tell me your wildest fantasy."

Terry felt herself grow warm all over. She pressed and strained against his chest and crotch. She caressed his neck and ears and the back of his hair. The heat in her pussy-jungle made her feel faint and she clung to him as she searched her mind.

"I'll help you out," he said. "Have you ever pretended you were getting it from an animal?"

"Lord, no!" she giggled.

She felt warm thick juice flowing out of her pussy and dribbling down her thighs. She wore no panties so there was nothing to catch the flow. She wondered if he knew how turned-on she was.

Now he squeezed her ass with one hand and her tits with the other. "My fantasy right now," he said, "is to bite your boobie through that fucking sweater."

He leaned over and bit down on a mouthful of her tit flesh. She rested on his shoulders and sighed as he lashed his tongue over the wool of her sweater.

The sensations made by his tongue and teeth and lips on her covered tit were incredible. He continued sucking and in a few minutes her sweater was soaked with his saliva and she stroked his hair as he sucked.

He crouched down as he sucked her tits. He went from one to the other until both nipples were stiff and throbbing and the front of her turtle-neck was totally drenched.

He slipped one hand up her leg and she parted her thighs as his fingers reached her pussy. He explored her cunt, snickering when he discovered her bare pussy. He gently massaged her lust-dampened cuntflaps as he gobbled up her tits.

He rose up then and plastered his lips over hers. He eased his tongue hungrily into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it in. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled his head down to her.

She sucked hard on his tongue and he hugged her so tightly against him she thought he might break a rib.

"I'll be careful," he smiled as he broke the kiss. "Let's just get that sweater off."

He suddenly tugged at her sweater and pulled it over her head before she had a chance to object. In a moment she was standing before him, her bra-covered tits bursting out of the flimsy lace cups, and her hair disheveled.

He grinned as he unsnapped her bra and yanked it off her body. Her massive, pointed tits stood out from her chest. He gazed at her, his eyes narrowed to a slit.

She knew she had gorgeous tits. Her rib cage was small as was her waist, making her already-huge tits appear even larger.

Now Greg bent down and opened his mouth. He rubbed his moist lips over one pink nipple and his tongue over the other. Her nipples quivered like two ripe berries and her pussy twitched as he licked around her massive jugs.

She held his head and moaned as he sucked and nibbled and licked her boobs. His hands were busy exploring her bare ass and cunt and thighs. He stroked her damp snatch-hair and ran his finger up and down her quivering cuntlips.

He caressed the skin showing at the top of her stocking and snaked his fingers into her asscrack. Terry strained against him and trembled as he touched her most sensitive spots.

"What about it, Terry?" he said at one point. "Have you decided how and where you want it?"

"You decide," she whispered.

"That's the trouble with you girls," he said, standing straight now and toying with her tits. "You want equal rights, but you don't want to make any decisions."

Terry was so aroused, she didn't even listen to his words. "But I don't care," she said. "Surprise!"

"Okay, baby," he said, releasing her and unzipping his pants.

He pushed his pants down to his knees and then off his feet. He reached for her again, his cock straining against his shorts and the hot secretary had never been so excited in her life.

"Wait," he said. "Let me get these off."

He slipped his shorts off then and his cock sprang up, rock-hard and throbbing. Terry's heart pounded so loud and fast she wondered if he could hear it.

Once again he crouched down on the floor, running his tongue up and down her thighs and stroking her ass and belly and tits. He lapped his tongue slowly and teasingly over her smooth belly and navel.

He held her ass in his hands and pried her asscheeks apart. He rubbed her bung and stabbed a fingertip against the tight little hole.

"Did you ever get it in the back door?" he said.

"Not really," she said, her voice quavering.

"We'll have to do it sometime," he said. "But now bend over this chair, honey. Bend over the arm and stick that pretty ass up in the air."

She did as she was told. When she was as hot as she was now, she needed to be told what to do. Maybe all women did. She didn't know. But as she bent over the chair and stuck her ass out, she felt like Eve offering the apple to Adam.

Greg pressed his cock against her ass and reached around to caress her tits. He guided his prick over her snatch and with one thrust forward placed the head of his cock inside her drooling cunt flaps.

The pressure on her clit almost made her come. Her blood raced as he rubbed his cockknob against her pussy-pocket. And then with one smooth motion and a lurch of his hips, he drove his ramrod-stiff prick into her slime coated cunthole.

He grunted as he pushed forward and filled her fuck-hole with his boner. "Shit, you've got a tight cunt," he hissed.

He moved his hips back and forth as he plunged his dick in and out of her inflamed gash. Terry gasped as she felt his prick invade her body. Her tits hung over and swung back and forth as he jarred her with his thrusting prick.

He held her around the waist now as he pushed his cock balls-deep into her twat. His balls slapped her ass and she wondered what it would be like to have his stiff seven-incher in her asshole.

Suddenly he pulled out and grabbed her hand. "Come here," he said, pulling her over to the wall. "Lean against the wall and spread your legs," he said. "I wanna try something."

His eyes glittered as she leaned against the wall, her ass stuck out. Once again he guided his prick against her cunthole and shoved it inside.

She leaned the palms of her hands against the wall, crouched down with her legs spread wide. But his cock slipped out of her cunt and he chuckled as he pushed her down onto the floor.

"Come on down here," he said as he mounted her.

He stuffed his fuckpole into her gash and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He began driving in and out of her snatch with pile-driving thrusts of his dick.

The horny secretary's body was wracked with the exquisite spasms of her climax and her cunt contracted and sucked his prick. She shuddered and moaned, but Greg held on and controlled his orgasm.

"Shit, do you always come that fast?" he panted.

He stroked harder and faster and in a moment sent a gusher of ropy jism shooting into her pussy. She draped her legs over his shoulders and fucked back at his spurting dick.

She squeezed her cunt-muscles around his prick as he continued plunging his fuckpole in and out of her depths. When his balls were drained, he left his limp cock inside her and they rocked back and forth together on the carpet.

He hovered over her, caressing her hair and moving a strand out of her eyes. She felt his prick stir and grow inside her and he began fucking her again.

"What do you say we have a good steak somewhere?" he said, as he plastered his lips over one of her jutting tits.

"Whatever you say, Greg," she whimpered. "One of these days you're going to have to make a decision," he said, lazily stroking her gash.

"But not now," she sighed. "Now, just fuck me, Greg. Just fuck me."