She got paid at the end of the week, and over the weekend she found a small apartment on Powell Street. She would be able to walk to work from there.
Monday at noon she waited for George Andrew in Jimmy's apartment. It occurred to her that she had not once been inside his office. And he hardly exchanged a word with her except to say "Good morning", and "Good night".
As he had the first time, he went into the bathroom to undress. Again Janet found herself rather liking his big fleshy body. It was quits hairless, smooth. And quite warm, she remembered. His flesh felt almost feverish. He lifted her foot up to his lips. He kissed her toes. This time Janet was wearing red nail polish.
He licked the bottom of her foot. It felt marvelous, tingly.
"Ummm," she muttered. "Do that some more."
"Yes," he said eagerly. "Anything you want?"
He licked some more, then licked at the bottom of the other foot, making her whole body tingle and glow. She lounged back luxuriantly, moaning softly.
He ran his tongue up the inside of her leg. He laved her muff.
"Oh," she moaned. "Ohhhh, eat it!"
She remembered he had not lasted long enough last time when he fucked her. But if he ate her out first – "Yes," he said thickly. "Whatever you want!" He began eating her cunt. She squealed and moaned, body writhing. He grunted and slurped. She gasped his hair, pressing his face tighter against her snatch. She bent her legs, the soles of her feet into the bed. And she squealed louder, bucking up and down, fucking his mouth with her cunt.
A piercing scream tore from her throat and she pressed his face even tighter, rougher against her snatch, snapping her hips up hard, back, up hard again. Then with a loud sigh she straightened her legs again and lay quiet. His face was still on her cunt and his tongue lapped inside her gently.
They stayed like that a few minutes, then he got up. His chin dripped with cuntjuice.
"Wonderful," he muttered. "Wonderful."
And she knew with disappointment that he would not fuck her at all now. He had shot his load into his hand.
Not long before the afternoon coffee break Janet found time to pause a few minutes in her work, which was very unusual on this job. Gene Drury kept her quite busy. She watched him a moment as he finished a conversation on the phone. He had all the features of a handsome man. But just what was it that kept him from being really attractive?
No sexuality, she decided. He seems so sexless. The drab gray suit, the drab white shin and drab tie. Nothing bright about his clothes or his personality. Nothing sexy in his manner. His work seemed to be his only interest.
He began going through some papers. Then he became suddenly aware that Janet was staring at him.
"Something?" he asked, looking up at her.
"No," Janet smiled at him and got only a chilly stare in return. "What's Mr. Anders' office like?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've never been inside."
"And you're not likely to."
"Why not?"
"You have no business there. I am Mr. Anders' secretary. You are my assistant. There's no reason for you to have any direct contact with Mr. Anders." He gave her that knowing smile again. "On the job I mean."
His innuendo didn't embarrass Janet at all. Slit chuckled softly, which angered Gene Drury.
"I guess it's time for your coffee break," he mapped.
"Oh, I don't mind working through my coffee break," Janet said airily. "You always do."
That night Janet had dinner alone in her apartment.
At bedtime she got dressed in her cotton nightie. She brushed her teeth. She shut the bathroom door and looked at herself in the mirror. She pulled her gown up over her head and off. She looked at herself again, naked.
Any number of men would like this body tonight, she thought. And here I am alone.
She ran the palms of her hands up and down her heavy breasts. She pinched her tits. Shivering, she palmed her pussy mound and pressed gently. She fingered her cuntlips.
She sucked in her breath and plunged a finger straight up the tapering hole. She wiggled it around inside, tossing her head back. Her big boobs rose high, rosy tits swollen.
With a little whimper she withdrew her finger from her cunt. She was trembling now, her pulse racing faster. She tasted her sticky finger. She giggled and sucked at the finger until it was clean.
With trembling hands she pulled the small stool from the side of the bathtub and sat on it before the mirror. Her legs were wide apart.
Again she fingered her cunt. She leaned back and pried apart her pussylips to gaze upon the dewy pink, gleaming inside of her cunt.
Slowly she worked two fingers into her snatch and felt the warm juices flow around them. Slowly she moved the fingers around inside her, plunged as deep as she could reach. Inch by slow inch she pulled her fingers free again of her warm moist box. She licked the juices from her fingers, moaning, giggling softly.
The stool was low enough that she could lean all the way back to rest on her elbows. She spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Over the contours of her creamy high-rising breasts, she gazed at the reflection of her pussy in the mirror.
She remembered that time with Jimmy Marks the meaty head of his cock aiming right at her creamy titties… the vigorous spurts of hot cum shooting suddenly onto her breasts… lots of his hot cum splashing on her tits.
She clutched her big, swaying tits. She squeezed her tittie flesh. She pinched hard at the swollen nipples – writhing, moaning.
Goddamn it, she thought wildly. If only I had a vibrator to shove up my cunt!
One hand wildly clutched the air… fingers fondling her pussy, plunging in to new depths in her stretched-wide snatch. Furiously she finger fucked, nudging her clit.
Juices flooded her fingers. She squealed louder, lifted her head up from the floor, squeezing her tit harder. Then she felt limply back. Whimpering, she slowly cork screwed her finger from the folds of pussy flesh.
She began to sob softly in release. But she knew that the sobs were also from frustration. The frustration of a woman only partially satisfied.
On Wednesday she got a chance to speak to George Anders. He happened to be at the water cooler in the hall when she came out of the lady's john right after the morning coffee break.
"Mr. Anders," she said when he straightened up from the fountain.
"Good morning," he said curtly.
"Mr. Anders, I won't say anything else on this subject at work, but I wanted you to know I have my own apartment now. And also you don't have to wait until Monday to visit me. You could come over at least two times a week if you like."
"I couldn't possibly," he whispered.
But Janet saw the flush of excitement on his face. She played a hunch.
"I think you better come, Mr. Anders," she said. "I think you better come tomorrow at noon."
"I-I…" He was so excited he could barely speak. "Yes!"
She told him the address.
She could hardly wait for noon to come Thursday. When she heard the sound of the buzzer, she was excited. After all, she'd had nothing since Monday but a finger-fuck.
Today she decided to try something a little different with George Anders. First, she had decided to meet Anders at the door fully clothed today.
He looked a little disappointed when he saw her all dressed.
"Go on to the bathroom and get naked," she told him with a smile but a firm tone of voice.
She lounged back on the couch. She felt her pussy grow warm and juicy. She had removed her bra and panties when she got back to the apartment. The linen dress felt soft and snug against her flesh. Yesterday after work, she had shopped for a pair of black-net stockings and pastel-blue garters. She wore them now and she felt deliciously sexy. What would George Anders' reaction be when he saw them?
She crossed her legs, her skirt hiked well above her knees.
He walked naked into the room, hit fat cock half-hard. He stopped dead in his tracks when he aw her.
"Oh," he moaned.
"Come here, George," Janet said.
She uncrossed her legs. She pulled her dress up, exposing her dark muff to him.
"Oh!" he moaned again, rushing across the room to her.
He sank to his knees. He was trembling and his excitement was infectious. Janet's pussyjuice flowed hotter. With delicate tenderness he lifted her foot and kissed the toe of her shiny black shoe.
Then he lifted the other shoe to his lips with the same care. Such graceful movements for a big man!
He removed the shoes and kissed the stockinged feet. Janet lounged back, titties heaving with her excited breaths. With slow adroitness he removed the garters, then rolled the net stockings lingeringly down her long shapely legs.
He began to kiss her naked feet passionately. He sucked gently on the toes, licked at the soles, relishing each petite, high-arched foot as he would a gourmet feast. The tingly feel of his tongue on her feet – just that wet hot touch of his tongue there – seemed to reach into the pink membranes of her pussy.
"Yes, yes!" she rasped. "Lick some more! Yes, my toes now! Oh yes, and the bottoms! Oh up here. Come up here and get my pussy! Yes, lick it like that some more and – ohhhh eat it!"
She lay back against the wall, spent for the moment, holding his face tight against her cunt. With a loud sigh she released him and he foil to kissing her feet again.
"George," she said softly, her voice husky. "Carry me – around the room." She quickly pulled her dress up over her head and off.
He looked up at her, not understanding what she had just said. Pussyjuice dripped from his chin.
"Carry me around the room, George," she repeated.
She longed to feel a man's protective arms around her. And George had such nice strong looking arms.
"Yes," he panted. "Anything. Anything you want."
But he did not get up from his knees. Instead he placed the palms of his hands on the floor so that he was down on all fours. He turned sideways. Janet was disappointed for a moment. Then she gave a delighted little squeal end mounted his broad back.
"Giddy up, George!"
She chuckled softly – he began moving fast across the room with her. She felt the powerful body move beneath her. She squeezed her soft thighs tight against his ides.
"Giddy up, George!"
He went faster. She began moving her pelvis back and forth, letting him feel her hot damp pussy across his wide back. She was heating up again, flowing with fresh juices.
"Take me back to the couch, George," she said thickly. "My pussy's hot again. Take we beck to the couch and fuck me."
Hot as they both were, she instructed him to go slow and easy at first. She swooned beneath his bulky body, pressed tight to her, his fat cock buried in her to his big balls as his fleshy hips moved in a tiny are. Her nostrils flared at the rich masculine odor of him.
"Please," he panted. "Can I go faster now?"
"No!" she said sternly. "Just keep on like that. You're going to fuck me until I get off again."
"Yes!" he whimpered.
Big delicious man! And he did everything she asked. He fucked her quickly towards her climax. She wanted to let go, tell him to pound it to her. But she also wanted it to last at least a little longer.
"Yes, like that!" she panted hotly. "Like that!"
She scratched at his back. Then she realized he might not be able to explain scratches on his back to his wife so she stopped.
"Now now!" she cried.
Whimpering with excitement he began to fuck harder. She held his smooth, damp torso tight to her. His barrel chest crushed flat against her tits. But his fleshy hips were free, and he lifted them high and slammed back down, ramming his fat cock deep into her cunt.
"Yes," she said in a raspy whisper. "Now!"
Her body twitched beneath his sweating, bulky weight.
"Oh," he gasped. "I'm comin' too."
He jerked his hips forward. He grunted as his cum mingled with her pussyjuice. Then he lay still.
She let him rest a good fifteen minutes. His powerful body atop her was warm and comfortable. She did not feel at all crushed by it.
"George," she said softly. "George Anders!"
"Eh?" He lifted his head.
"I need a tongue-bath," she said. Her tone of voice was sensual, husky, yet demanding. Just what George Anders wanted.
"Oh God, yes!" he said thickly.
His tongue began on her long, velvet-smooth neck. He licked down the cleavage between her breasts… licked each snowy mound, saliva dripping onto the flesh of her tittie. Puckered lips sucked at her swollen hard tits.
His tongue swirled around her belly-button and glided down to her pussy hairs, dripping more saliva there. He massaged her legs with his hot hands while his hot tongue moved to her feet… and he was licking her soles again… sucking her tits… kissing, licking her feet, sending electric shivers up her spine.
He placed a hand on her hips and pushed gently. She rolled easily over onto her stomach. She felt the wet tongue at the back of her neck. Felt it glide slowly down the center of her back… down the crack between her buttocks.
He licked her ass-cheeks, kissed them… pried them apart and swirled his tongue around in her asshole, dug it into the puckered hole as far as it would go. She giggled. She wiggled her ass, encouraging him to keep on rimming her. He sucked and licked and smacked his lips, feasting on her delectable feminine ass.
Her laughter became raucous, coarse, as he sucked harder on her anus, pried apart the cheeks even wider to dive his tongue in deeper – bathing her pink puckered hole with saliva.
He sensed the right moment to cease the rimming and, go on to something even more exciting. He lifted her up higher. She spread her legs wider. And he lapped at her pussy until she squealed.
She began turning and he helped her on over onto her back again. His head dipped down. She pushed his face tight against her cunt. His juicy lips began to move – munching pussy while she squirmed, clasping the back of his neck tightly.
"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!" she rasped.
She heard his passion-charged groan.
"Eat it!" she cried, releasing the hold on his neck so he could move his head faster.
He groaned louder.
"Damn… damn!" she panted between piercing squeals as he ate and sucked deeper on her snatch.
She lifted her head up from the studio couch-bed. The room seemed to whirl around her. She felt savage. Somehow George aroused that strange, barbaric, Amazonian emotion in her.
And she began to claw, scratching like a cat, hissing between gritted teeth, "Eat it eat it!" Her fingernails dug and scratched at the flesh of his back. His groans were supercharged. His hot, big, strong hands pressed upwards beneath her ass, lifting her delicious pussy to his drooling lips.
With one hand she pressed tight at the back of his neck. With the other hand she scratched hard and deep across his back. She had never felt more strong that in that brief, yet ever-lasting orgasmic moment. And his loud, but pussy-muffled moan told her the experience was pure ecstasy to him.
"Oh!" she sighed heavily.
Then her body relaxed. Her arms dropped limply by her sides. George continued to lap gently at her cunt. She giggled softly. She began to feel drowsy. She wished she could lie there all afternoon and let George lap her cunt like that while she half-dozed. But she had to get back to work.
She gently pushed George away from her pussy. And without a word he got obediently off the bed and padded into the bathroom.