Roy Manning

Secretary in heat

CHAPTER ONE

Janet stood in the bathroom, trembling. She was a woman who loved cock and had had plenty of it from the age of fifteen. She was now a beautifully developed twenty-one.

But tonight she would fuck the only man she had ever truly loved. Ted – the man she had married that afternoon. During the two months she had known him, been mad for him, he had given her no more than innocent good-night kisses. Two months of cold showers. Two months of hot sleepless nights, aching for him, her sticky finger working in and out of her dripping pussy.

Now at last he would be hers. He had graduated with a degree in Business Administration. He had a job all lined up. He was an old-fashioned guy, insisting they wait till their wedding night to fuck.

I haven't even seen his cock, she thought, but tonight I'll have it in me. I'll caress it. Kiss it!

She was naked before the full-length mirror. She pulled her shoulders back. Her big breasts rode high. The long rosy nipples were taut. They're yours tonight, Ted darling. Everything I have is yours.

Her cunt was warm and damp. She slipped a black, see-through negligee over her creamy smooth body. She took a final look at herself in the mirror. Her smile was ecstatic. Her eyes sparkled with love.

She walked into the bedroom. Ted was in bed, sitting up, the covers pulled up to his waist. His torso was bare. Ted – the man she had lusted after for weeks. Ted – tall, muscular, thick wavy dark-blond hair. And so sweet and considerate. The ideal man she'd always dreamed of.

The room was bathed in a soft light from one small lamp. They exchanged smiles. But she thought she detected a hint of fear in his eyes. Or was it something far worse than fear?

She sat on the edge of the bed letting the negligee flow open. She heard him draw in his breath at the sight of her exposed titties. But he did not touch them, even when she arched her back, her heavy breasts lifting higher, making them more delectable-looking.

"Get into bed," he said hoarsely. His tone was flat, neither tender nor harsh.