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Elevator

By: Dakota Ryan



It was late in the evening when I arrived at the motel, I checked in and headed up to the room with my bag in hand. I stopped at the elevator and pushed the button for the 9th floor, I entered and leaned against the wall and waited for the door to close when I saw a lady running towards the elevator.

I step forward and held the door for her, she was very attractive, long hair and a body to kill for. She wore a short dress with a low cut front and straps on the shoulders. She smiled and said thank you for waiting, I smiled back at her as my eyes explored her body at close range. She leaned over and set her bag down giving me a full view of her breast. My eyes were glued to the two perfect breast that were exposed, she turned her head and caught me looking, I blushed at getting caught, she smiled at me stood up and turned to look me in the eye. I hadn't even noticed the door hadn't closed yet, I still had my hand on it. I stepped aside and the door closed, she said with a sheepish grin on her face, you must really like the view.

The words came out before I knew what I said , yes I did and if the rest of you looks as good as your breast I have to see it all. She stepped back looked me in the eye as her hands went to the small straps, they slipped off and the dress fell to the floor. She had on a thong and nothing else, my mouth must have been hanging open with disbelief. She asked if the rest was as good, she bent over to remove the thong.

My hand hit the stop button and we came to a slow stop, I leaned back on the wall again and gazed at the goddess before me. As she stood with her thong in hand I walked over to her, we kissed passionately, my hand cupped her breast, the nipples were hard and her flesh soft as the morning dew. I held her close, her hand went to my already hard cock, my pants fell to the floor as her hand reached its goal. She stroked my cock with a sure hand, she whispered in my ear, we better hurry they will notice soon. She dropped to her knees and took my cock deep inside her mouth, sucked it hard and fast. She knew what she wanted from me that was clear.

My hands held her head as she worked on my cock, her hair was soft, silky and my fingers slipped through it pulling her face deeper into my cock. It was a strange feeling knowing we might get caught, did they know we were in here having sex and what if the door opens before we get dressed. At that moment I didn't care what happened all I new is this woman had my cock all the way down her throat and I loved it. Just then she stopped and stood, turned around and bent at the waist, her legs parted and she turned her head toward me. With a look of pure lust on her face she said Fuck me hard and fast baby before they come.

My cock entered her and went deep, she pushed back as I rammed it home, a moan of pleasure came from deep inside her as I sank my cock inside her. I pumped hard, with long strokes, I knew I wouldn't last long after the blow job she gave me so I pumped as fast as I could hoping she came fast. As the cum raced down my cock and shot inside her waiting cunt, she screamed I'm cumming , fuck me baby, fuck me hard. My cum shot for what seemed like a hour before the orgasm released its hold on me, I fucked her harder and faster, my legs got weak as she moaned loudly oh yes baby that was great. She pulled away from me and had her dress on before I knew what had happened, I pulled my pants up and the elevator started to move again.

She smiled at me as she went through the open door and said I am in 630 come on by later. I watched as she strolled down the hallway, the door closed and I started to move again, my mind wasn't sure what I had just done but I know this, later that night we didn't rush. It was a long night full of passion like none I had ever had before and would never happen again in this life time.

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"You know I don't do mornings," She said, looking across the table in the hotel lobby at Ren.

"Hey, don't blame me! It's your friend from out-of-town that is the reason we are down here. I'd have soon stayed in bed a little longer," he said, sticking out his tongue at her.

She brushed her hair gently with one hand, flipping him the finger as she did so. "OK, let me call her and motivate her ass." JJ rose slowly from the table, finishing off the last of her third cup of coffee, and walked over to the house phone in the lobby. Knowing he was following her movement with his eyes, she swayed her hips just a little extra for him. Arriving across the room to a phone on a table next to an armchair, she sat down gracefully, slowly crossing her long legs, enticing him from a distance as her short sundress rode up higher on her thighs. Smiling and nodding, the conversation took all of five minutes, and she slowly returned to the table.

"She's up and showered, so she said come up in a few minutes." JJ smiled.

"Works for me. We still planning to walk the Quarter?" 

"Yeah, I think so. If you can manage to tear your eyes away from my boobs for a while," she giggled.

Blushing slightly, he looked out the window at the hustle-bustle out on the street as guests checked in and out. Taking the last swallow of his coffee, he stood and gathered the cups and plates from their Continental breakfast as JJ brushed her hair. They left the small lounge of the hotel which doubled as a breakfast area in the mornings and headed for the lobby elevators. Pressing the "up" button, he waited patiently, standing next to JJ so their shoulders were touching. 

But Janet Julianne Garrison was not in the mood to be crowded this morning. Thrusting her hip away from him, she swung her hips and bumped Ren, sending him three steps over in the process. She smiled coyly at him and looked up to watch the numbers count down above the elevator.

"Message received, m'lady," he said, grinning. The elevator doors opened and he bade her enter with a bow and an elaborate gesture. She gave a mock-curtsey and sashayed through the door. He followed, staying a respectable distance behind. 

The doors closed and the elevator began moving upwards to the fifth floor. When the car had passed the second floor, JJ pulled out the red STOP button on the control panel, and the car same to a smooth stop. Closing the gap between them, she extended her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling him to her and kissing him gently, first on the cheek, then lightly on the lips. Her tongue explored his lips softly, then entered his mouth and met his, where she began to feverishly kiss him and rub her hips into his crotch. He moaned softly as his hands ran up her back, then down, grabbing the bottom of her sundress and hiking it up to her waist. 

Breaking the kiss, he ran his tongue back to her ear, blowing in it softly and barely nibbling on the lobe. Flicking her earlobe with his tongue, his hands ran under the back of her panties to cup her butt and give it solid squeeze. She gyrated her hips a bit as his hands ran up her back to her neck, massaging it gently, then hands running down the front of her sundress. His fingers found her nipples through the dress and drew them out further, hands occasionally pausing and cupping both breasts, then releasing and going back to the nipples. She was breathing audibly now as he lowered himself to his knees, hands leaving her breasts and hooking into her panties, pulling them straight down to her ankles.

Following his hands all the way to her ankles, his tongue started on the side of her left ankle, and slowly crept back up her calf, then outer thigh. Crossing over her hips and crotch, he ran his tongue down one inner thigh as he lightly scratched the other with his fingers. Tongue applying pressure on her thigh, he kissed and licked his way to her crotch, gently flicking her lips with his tongue.

Grabbing her butt in both hands, he suddenly slid his tongue in her pussy, probing deeply, then pulling back, flicking her clit and thrusting deep once again. She gasped, knees buckling, as he stopped a minute to ease her down to the floor of the elevator on her knees. Turning around, he lay down, positioning his head under in-between her legs. Reaching up, he grasped her hips on either side and eased her crotch down onto his face. Extending his tongue, he allowed it to penetrate her pussy slowly at first, then he pulled it back into his mouth and re-inserted it as deep as his initial thrust while she was standing.

JJ was gasping and breathing faster now, as she fell forward onto all fours. He continued to hold her hips and press them down into his face as his tongue worked its way in and out of her pussy, speeding up a bit with each thrust. With one hand pressing down on her butt, the other found her lips from behind and began to gently probe and finger her pussy as his tongue found her clit and began to flick…flick…flick…gently at first, then with more and more pressure as her gasps turned to moans. His single finger easily slid in, and he allowed a second to join it, moving in counterpoint with the flicks of his tongue on her clit. Fingers pulling out with each flick, re-entering as his tongue left her clit, he continued to work her in this manner for several minutes, feeling tension building in her thighs as her orgasm approached. Several more thrusts with fingers followed, then he reached his thumb around and pressed hard on her clit. His tongue joined in, and that sent her into a mind-numbing climax, she biting her lip to not draw attention to the rest of the world. She bucked her thighs up and down on his face, flooding it with her juices as she grabbed his legs with her fingers and shook from head to toe, writhing in orgasm.

She needed to lay there for several minutes, but also knew that this was not possible. Summoning her strength, she stood, reached to retrieve her panties, and pulled herself back together. Ren stood as she did this, shifting his pants around to do his best to conceal his erection. Once they were somewhat back to normal, she pushed the button and the elevator continued its trip upward. Upon arrival on the fifth floor, she smoothed over her sundress one more time, then exited the elevator, walking down the hallway to her friend's room. 

"I thought you didn't do mornings," Ren quietly observed.

"Well, it's a lady's prerogative to change her mind," she smiled.



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Gloria began to ride up and down and the old feeling electrified her body again. The tingle radiated from her stomach out to her extremities. She felt good again. She felt alive. She felt like a sexy woman again. She felt home. She felt Bernie's body start to tense up. Gloria began pumping harder to get the climax going faster in her body but it served to climax Bernie first. Gloria continued to ride his dick until he was entirely finished. 

Gloria stood up and sat down next to Bernie. "You owe me, Bernie. That was only a half," she chided. She wanted another ride on Moby Mullet to satisfy her. These girls were probably just as horny as Gloria and men instinctively want to bed as many different women as they can.

"I was protecting you, Gloria," Bernie replied. "Black girls can't handle all of this."

"You're too much. How would you ever know, Bernie? Have you even had sex in the last six months?" she asked.

"Tell her, Sophie," Bernie said. The mortified Sophie glared at Bernie and then looked away. "Answer her," he commanded.

Gloria and Leslie looked seriously at Sophie. "Yes, I mean, he has been telling me," she stumbled awkwardly. "He has been having sex about twice a week. I've met her. She is really pretty."

"I am shocked and I apologize, Bernie," rejoined Gloria, playing along with the obvious ruse.

"Apology accepted but don't let that scare you, Leslie and Sophie," Bernie continued. "Stud service is available night and day. And, I am primo, ain't I Gloria?"

"Primo in my book, Bernie," agreed Gloria, "And it's a very, very small book. Ha. Ha."

Gloria continued, "I'm hungry and I imagine you all are, too. Let's get quiet for awhile and pray the power comes back on. If not, later we'll discuss our plans for tomorrow and see who might be missing us if the power doesn't come back."





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Leslie stopped kissing and pulled her head aside to look at the white penis held in Gloria's black hand. "What did I tell you, Leslie? The great white whale is back," retorted Bernie.

Leslie give Bernie a mild push off on the chest and said, "Lay back down, Bernie."

After Bernie was on is back, Leslie straddled his body but with her back to Bernie and squatted down. His penis easily fit into her wet lips. She began to gently lower and raise her hips to achieve the in and out motion she desired. Bernie grasped Leslie's hips and thrust up and lowered when he could. 

"Why don't you turn around so I can see you pretty face and bouncing tits?" Bernie called out.

"No fuckin' way. Gloria said to imagine someone else and that is what I am doing. If I saw your ugly face, Bernie, I'd immediately throw up. You're just the meat supplier here," replied Leslie, "nothing else." Sophie snickered at the insult to her boss or former boss, she couldn't be sure which.

Gloria knelt beside Bernie and began to kiss him. Bernie responded with his tongue to impassion the kissing. He also probed the area for Gloria's large, dangling breasts and began to fondle them. Gloria then spread her stance, grasped the hand on her breast, and moved it to the soft spot between her legs. His hand spent its time manipulating her clit and feebly trying to penetrate her vagina. Gloria reciprocated by gently slapping his face with her soft breasts.

Soon Leslie began to quicken the pace and her body stiffened as her head flailed from side to side. Her torso spasmed with the pleasure and Leslie climaxed with her imaginary lover. Then she raised herself off of Bernie and sat in the corner. "Thanks, Bernie," was all she could muster.

Bernie was surprised to have his partner finish before him and then to stop everything without regard for him. "Sure, Sugar," he responded. "Gloria, would you finish me off?" he asked.

"Sure, Sugar," she smiled as she swung her leg over him and looked him squarely in the eyes. "See if you can find the magic place," she said. Bernie directed his penis to once again find her pussy. She raised her body slightly so that she could bend over him and, once again, slap-dangled those lovely black breasts in his face. In this position, he had to move his hips and she had to move her hips to keep the coitus going. 

"Are you sure, Gloria?" called out Leslie in a weak voice.

"I'm not going to let this erection go to waste, either. I'm a conservationist, I guess," she mused. "Save the planet! Yahoo! Ride 'em, cowboy"

They locked into their embrace with joy. Gloria could feel the ball of sexual tension well up in her abdomen. She quickened her pace and Bernie followed to accommodate her. The tension ran to her toes and hands. In her mind's eye she reviewed the scenes of Bernie's ass in her office, Bernie screwing Rhonda on her desk, Bernie's ass in her dark office, Bernie with the foot long corkscrew dick screwing her, Bernie's ass on the island beach, Bernie's two foot long corkscrew dick screwing her again, and before she got any further, the pleasure was too intense to dream. "Oh god! Oh god!" was all she could say. She tensed up gushed out all the liquids left in her body. 

Bernie stopped thrusting and Gloria rolled off of him. They were both breathless. For Bernie, he could go no further with sex in the elevator. For Gloria, it was the best sex she'd ever had. It was the first time that a man did not climax before her. She looked upon Bernie with grateful, loving eyes. It became clear to Sophie and Leslie that this was a couple forming.





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My new job takes me from branch to branch 'problem solving', sorting through old accounts, chasing old clients and sometimes organising personnel.

My latest assignment took me to the company's new 'flagship' building. It had just opened but due to problems with the internal layout the top two floors were not finished yet; I was to liaise with the building planner to make sure that it would be ready by the end of the month.

The company had put me up in a local hotel with a car at my disposal, I had been visiting the contractors office to find out the planned date for completion so when I arrived for my meeting it was almost mid morning, I signed in at reception was given a visitor ID card to cover fire regulations and told both the floor and meeting room number that I needed.

I walked to the elevator and pushed the button, as I waited two other people joined me, Jenny a tall brunette from accounts and Peter one of the office managers.

Jenny was wearing a smart charcoal grey suit; nice but a little too severe for my taste, her blazer cut to hide rather than compliment her curvy torso and her trousers had a generous cut so as not to accentuate her backside.

She finished it off with a dark red blouse buttoned to the neck and flat pumps.

In contrast I wore a pale blue silk blouse, sheer enough so that the pattern of my lacy bra showed through, worn over a solid black pleated skirt that ended well above my knees showing a generous portion of my smooth tanned legs.

It was just short enough to be 'interesting' without being unprofessional.

While Jenny thought that showing any 'flesh' undermined a woman's professional image I thought that it was only right to use what advantages I had, especially if it distracted the office males long enough for me to complete a deal before they realised that they were being screwed over. Not that I wasn't brighter than most of them.

I had topped it off with a short matching jacket and rather than wear flats I had on a pair of light blue heels that accentuated my calves.

Peter I always thought of as 'the grey guy' because that was the only colour he ever wore, although today he seemed to have pushed the boat out and was wearing a black tie and shoes. He was slim and slightly effeminate, always immaculate with every hair, (going grey) in place, beautifully manicured nails and he always smelled nicely of expensive aftershave. Rumour around the office juniors was that his marriage had broken down because he was gay; I thought it a little cruel but had my own suspicions because one of my friends, (who is gorgeous) had twice invited him for a drink and twice had been politely but firmly told that dating work colleagues was unprofessional.

Perhaps Jenny had been giving him advice.

They both greeted me with a curt nod and carried on with their conversation not missing a beat, neither of them were my kind of people and I only had to work with them once every few months so the snub didn't bother me.

We entered the elevator without exchanging words, Jenny and Paul standing at the back still deep in conversation. On the second floor the door opened and several people crowded in forcing me to move back as far as I could. The doors closed and elevator began to rise, reaching my destination, the fourth floor, in seconds.

The doors started to open then stopped, the lights went out and we were left in the dark with just a sliver of light coming through a small gap in the doors and a dull emergency light over the control panel to illuminate the car.

To my surprise no one panicked.

"Is this the second or third time this has happened?" someone said.

"Third," a woman's voice replied.

"Security says that it's a glitch in the system, the doors start to open before it has registered that the car has stopped so it shuts everything down.

As she said this as an apologetic, if weary voice came from the tiny speaker on the control panel.

"Sorry for the inconvenience again ladies and gentlemen, we will have you out of there and where you need to be in within the next 20 minutes".

When you are stuck in the semi dark with a bunch of strangers you truly do feel like a sardine in a can, packed in for a few seconds between floors you don't really think about it but this was bloody annoying, everyone seemed 'too close' with no room to stretch or move around.

All of a sudden I felt a hand gently rest on my right buttock, I tensed up but couldn't turn to see who it was or move away from it. The contact had been deliberate, nothing like an accidental brush of the hand that can happen in such situations.  

I let out my breath and willed myself to relax.

I hadn't screamed or yelled but I tried to move my hips in an attempt to dislodge the hand, the owner must have mistaken the lack of a vocal protest and my movements as a positive sign and pressed harder against my butt, exploring the shape of each cheek through my skirt cupping them in turn while rubbing a thumb back and forth.

My curiosity as to who it was overcame any feelings of annoyance as I tried to mentally picture who had got into the lift. Besides there was nothing I could do other than scream, the 'perv' was only making contact over my clothes and anyway it was kind of nice, I was quite enjoying the stimulation.

Then the hand moved away.

I was just thinking that the 'perv' had satisfied his craving for a cheap thrill when the hand touched the back of my thigh just below my hem line, it paused for a moment then began to move back up towards my buttocks, the fingers feather light on my naked skin. I realised that my lack of protest must have only served to boost his confidence and that this time the owner of the hand intended to touch me underneath my skirt. However the minor sense of shock that someone would be so bold quickly turned into a slight tingle of sexual excitement as the hand travelled slowly upward over the delicate skin at the back of my thigh, creeping further and further up my skirt until it gently circled over the firm globes of my buttocks, caressing bare skin as I had worn a low waist thong to go with my skirt.

As the hand came into contact with my nakedness it stopped moving, the fingers only touching me with the briefest of contact.

I thought that perhaps he had been expecting to encounter the soft texture of a pair of panties and was disappointed when instead he had found only bare skin.

But he hesitated for only a moment.

A single finger traced the curve of my buttock and pressed between my cheeks until it found the delicate string of my thong, tugging the skimpy undergarment and gingerly slipping inside.

The toe of a shoe was pressed against my ankle nudging my feet apart and at the same time the index finger tucked into my thong pulled the silky material from between my buttocks, it slipped down following the tiny string to where it nestled between my legs, then back up again.

I could tell that it was an index finger because a thumb had now been tucked over the waist band of my panties as the hand dragged my tiny panties down, peeling the string from between my cheeks the thumb pressing them apart while caressing the soft skin there, briefly tickling over my most sensitive intimate area.

A second hand was rubbing my left cheek in slow circular movements, cupping my buttock to pull my cheeks apart as my thong was tugged down from between my legs, the damp crotch stuck to me for a moment, tugging gently at my lips as it was prised away.

My breath caught in my throat and I stifled a moan, turning it into a cough as I felt a single finger stroke my vagina. It teased along the slit then pressed harder spreading the folds and probing along my tender flesh with long slow strokes, keeping up the exploration of my pussy until I was soaking, the single finger was joined by another.

I suddenly felt the tip of a finger pierce my pussy; I was so wet that the rest of it slipped between my labia easily as my 'abuser' finally pushed the finger up all the way into me with one excruciatingly slow movement until I could feel the rest of the hand crushing against my lips.

It was wrong and I should have said something long ago to stop this but things had progressed so quickly from a harmless grope to being finger fucked, that I had hardly had time to catch my breath, my curiosity as to what would happen next had allowed things to go this far so here I was being sexually abused stuck in a lift with at least seven other people who didn't have a clue what was happening...

and I was so turned on.

As the finger started to pump in and out with a nice slow rhythm my hips started to move in an involuntary response to the stimulation, as I became more aroused the finger began to move more rapidly in and out of my wet hole, pushing up as far as possible so that the hand tickled against my lips on the upstroke.

My legs were trembling and I sagged a little at the knees as the stimulation started to get to me, the other hand left my buttock and gripped my hip so tightly that I she was sure the fingers would leave red marks on my skin, even through the material of my skirt. It held me steady as the initial gentleness of the finger vanished, probing a little rougher as the muscle of my inner thigh started to twitch.

I flinched a little as the single finger was joined by a second, biting my lip to keep from making a sound until the dry finger started to slip in a little easier as it was lubricated by my juices.

The fingers plunged in and out, stretching my pussy as they twisted in a corkscrew

motion, then were suddenly drawn out and rubbed over the outside of my pussy, dragging through the sensitive lips in a torturously slow movement until they brushed my clitoris with the briefest of touches, making my thigh muscle twitch again, my stomach doing somersaults as they were pushed back into me hard.

I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from making a sound as my juices ran over the hand assaulting me, trickling over the fingers and wetting the inside of my thighs.

There was nothing I could do except close my eyes and succumb to the sensations tingling between my legs as I began to climax.

It wasn't the earth shattering orgasm that comes with direct clitoral stimulation or being filled with a hard cock, rather a gentle release that flooded through my lower belly pulsing through my groin and making me hold my breath, lasting for a long time until the warm glow between my legs started to calm down.

And all through it the fingers rubbed on the outside of my pussy working the juices flooding out of me over my slippery swollen lips.

The hand was held tight over my pussy as the little tremors subsided and the twitching muscles of my inner thighs calmed, the flood of juices becoming a damp dribble.

When it eventually withdrew from between my legs the fingers were dragged slowly over my lips and up between my buttocks, spreading my juices there in a last lingering tease.

As a last parting gesture my panties were very gently pulled over my buttocks and up between my legs.  I realised that throughout the experience my eyes had been closed, luckily for me the lights stayed off as I reached into my bag and took out some tissues, cleaning up the best I could.

Not a minute later the lights came back on and the doors opened, I glanced around but thankfully nobody seemed to be paying me any attention, nobody appeared to have seen or heard anything although there was a slight musky odour in the air.

I knew that I must have looked flushed but anyone who noticed this would have probably put it down to being stuck in the elevator.

As everyone started to file out I kind of shuffled to one side to let whoever had been standing behind me pass.

To my surprise the only one who could have possibly touched me was Peter, 'the grey guy' I was actually in shock! I didn't know whether to congratulate him for proving the 'gay' theory wrong or slap his face for taking advantage.

I cleaned up in the ladies washroom, luckily there was no evidence of what had happened on my black skirt and it wasn't creased or ruffled, although I had to ditch my soaking panties and was forced to take the meetings 'commando', which in itself was kind of exciting.

After the last meeting of the day I returned to my office, on my desk was a single rose and a typed note in a small envelope, it read.

Juliet,

From your wonderful reaction to my touch I know that you enjoyed our little game as much as I did. I took a chance because I have heard exciting things about you and on advice from a mutual friend I read your stories; from those I knew that you liked a little fun in public.

Sorry but this morning was too tempting an opportunity to pass up.

Hope you will not be mad at me.

A friend.

X

Peter had been in the meetings with me most of the day and I had been surprised that his attitude had not changed one bit, he gave me a few puzzled looks as I perhaps looked in his direction for a little too long while giving my presentation and was just as quiet as usual when I tried to engage him in conversation during a break.

He was either ashamed and was trying to blank the whole episode or obviously arrogant enough to think that he could get away with it without being confronted.

To be honest I was a little angry that he would think it was acceptable to 'touch me up' in a lift and then not even speak to me when I gave him the opportunity and had every intention of letting him know how I felt when the phone rang.

It was Phil from security, he had transferred from our old building and I had known him for a few years, he was always quick with a smile and full of stories.

"Hello Jules." He said "I wonder if you could spare a moment in my office."

Thinking that the firm had eventually sorted out my pass key so that I wouldn't have to report to reception I took the elevator down to the basement level where the security office was located.

Phil had his usual coffee in hand, "pull up a seat Jules." He said, indicating a chair in front of a bank of monitors.

"I was thinking I would hear from you earlier today." He said.

Puzzled I asked why.

"Check out the far left screen." He said, leaning forward to press a button.

The image came up and it took me a minute to realise it was the elevator I had taken that morning, Phil reached forward again and fast forwarded to the moment it had stuck.

"You see Jules," he said, "the lift system has its glitches but the CCTV is state of the art, it even works well in low light and I picked up something interesting this morning."

The camera was angled down from one side of the car; it zoomed in as a hand moved forward and pushed up my skirt, it was impossible to see what was going on from the position of the camera, but pretty obvious from the way the hand and arm were moving. The camera pulled back and I gasped in shock.

It hadn't been Peter who had touched me.

It had been Jenny.

I was in a daze as Phil said. "I can only guess what she was doing Jules, but if you want to take it further I can have the tape burned to a disk, we only keep these for a few days before they are wiped as they are in low security areas."

He turned the coffee up around in his hands.

"Must say I was surprised you didn't say anything."

I smiled at Phil. "What can I say; if I had screamed I might have gotten the wrong person in trouble...I thought it was Peter."

"Anyway I kind of enjoyed it at the time."

I thought for a moment and said. "Can you get a copy to me anyway; I would just like to let a certain person know that I know it was them."

Phil promised that I would have a copy by the next morning, as soon as I had it I left it on Jenny's desk with a note of my own.

Next time ask,

Jules



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Karen glanced at the clock, frowned, and realized she had probably missed the director of accounting by fifteen minutes. It was 6:45 in the evening, she was hungry and stressed, and this folder of papers was promised to be on his desk before he left the building. She picked up her phone and dialed the extension of his assistant. Three rings ... four ... voicemail. No one there. She pushed the handset hard into the plastic cradle in frustration, slid her feet back into her high-heeled shoes beneath the broad oak desk and pushed up from her tall, black leather seat. She reached to take her glasses off, as she usually did when she left her office, but decided on the slim chance he was still at his desk, he might want to review a few things. So she left them on.

She took the manila folder of documents and smoothed a hand down the front of her jacket, checking herself for rice cake crumbs. Seeing none, she buttoned up, reassured she was in good enough condition to visit with the high brass.

She strode down the hall toward the elevators, past the many empty desks of those who were fortunate enough to get to leave at 5:00 every night. Behind her, an intern working late leaned out of his cubicle to appreciate her womanly form and perfectly turned legs, wrapped in black, seamed nylon stockings as they carried her down the hall and through the glass doors to the foyer and elevators. He whistled low to himself; she usually wore slacks to work but on those uncommon days she wore those knee-length skirts, he could never repress his urge to admire her.

Karen's mind wandered to her husband, probably home by now with the kids, with pizza in the oven no doubt. Weeks like this were always gladly received by the children who loved nothing more than pizza and Doritos, or Eggo waffles with maple syrup for dinner. But as this week was Convention Week, everyone at the company was needed to burn extra fuel and get their jobs done so that their annual convention would come off without a hitch and make everyone look good. That meant Eggos and pizza for a while at home.

And late nights downtown, 45 minutes from her house and family, which had once been a source of excitement for her. Pure, lusty, illicit, wrong excitement. She shivered when she remembered those nights she could have returned home at 7, but lied to stay for additional hours while she and Grant would lock themselves in his office, close the blinds and fuck passionately on his desk, desperately holding their moans and cries to barely contained whimpers and whispers of ecstasy. Neither of them had any illusions that she would leave her husband, or he his wife. It was torrid, it was primal ... it was so wrong. But oh, the sex. She closed her eyes a moment as the feelings returned to her, like a warm wave passing through her. She let herself indulge in the memory of him, his eyes, his smell, the taste of his skin, the way he rabidly devoured her sex with his lips and tongue, the way he couldn't bear to keep from slamming his thick cock into her as soon as the blinds were shut. For four months they danced on a razor's edge of danger, until they'd finally had one close call too many and mutually agreed to call off the affair. Karen was ready for it to be over by that point; the guilt and anxiety, the subtle panic that ran through her every time her husband's name appeared on her ringing phone... she had had enough.

The elevator gave a soft chime as it swooped down and stopped behind the twin golden doors. As they parted, she saw the young face of Miranda Fuller. Twenty-six years old, Miranda was the daughter of CEO Gordon Fuller, the multi-millionaire patriarch of the company and icon of the industry (having been featured on the cover of Forbes no less than three times in the course of his career). Miranda, a small, compact woman with bright, conniving brown eyes and a short black bob cut, was the very definition of corporate nepotism. One of the youngest people to reach the third tier of executive management, Miranda was in charge of their enterprise computer systems, in spite of her total lack of management acumen. 

No one could argue the woman was brilliant; conversant in three languages, MBA, national honor societies... she even regularly penned articles for trade publications, her coquettish portrait and byline too irresistible to refuse in an industry dominated by overweight men. And she understood complex computer systems, that was unquestionable. But where her I.T. skills were strong, her executive skills were at times disastrous, forcing her subordinates to clean up her messes on a regular basis and nurture deep, unspoken resentment toward her. But as the messes would be made, so too would the coverups come. Miranda was learning to be a manipulative, cynical woman, using her physical beauty and charm to coax any of the men in her employ—and others, as needed—to keep her in the best light, out of blame's way.

Karen feigned a smile to the young woman as she boarded the elevator, holding her manila folder to her chest. "Evening Miranda," she said, pressing the button marked 32. The glass ring around the quarter-sized circle glowed golden.

Miranda gave Karen a somewhat puzzling smile. "Hello Mrs. Brinks," she replied smoothly, knowingly. She knew she could get away with calling anyone in the company by their first names, but she often patronized them by starting with the proper honorific, then using their first name when she needed to assert social dominance. As Karen turned back, she caught the young woman's sweeping gaze over her body and felt a subtle, barely conscious unease at being contained in this small box with the devious young woman, as the doors slid closed.

She tried to lighten the mood of the car with small talk. "Working late?" she asked.

Miranda gave a soft "Mmmm," which Karen took as dismissive. But something about the way the younger woman was looking at her made her nervous. The numbers above the console of buttons steadily climbed as the elevator car smoothly ascended its column toward the summit of the building.

The ascent came to an abrupt halt with a sudden lurch, and the two women were suddenly enveloped in darkness. They each gave a surprised gasp, seizing the brass handrail to steady themselves. Karen lost her grip on the manila folder and documents scattered to the floor. She gave a frustrated groan as she realized what was happening. A few moments later, a low light clicked on and the elevator car was bathed in low, yellow light from the battery-powered emergency lamp.

"Oh great!" Miranda exclaimed angrily, looking up at the lamp that had come on. "What the hell is this?"

Karen sighed and bent down to begin reassembling the papers into her folder. "Guess we didn't pay our light bill this month," she answered dryly. She prayed it would only be a momentary interruption of power. She didn't think to bring her phone with her; it was still on her desk.

Miranda made no move to help Karen. She instead leaned against the wall and let her eyes devour the succulent curves of the older woman's body as she folded herself to pick up the mess. Capturing her lower lip between her teeth, her lips curled into an appreciative smile as she subtilely moved her heel to pinch one of the pages to the floor before Karen could reach for it. When she did, Miranda did not lift her foot, but held the page to the ground, forcing Karen to look up at her from her crouched position.

Karen's eyes couldn't help but travel slowly. The young woman was a fit, well-proportioned specimen wearing a sharp Donna Karan navy suit that stopped a full two inches above the knee, with dark blue stockings enveloping her toned, strong and shapely legs. Karen realized Miranda had more than likely been a cheerleader when she was in high school, by the fitness of her legs and the social status she could never have done without.

Her eyes continued up Miranda's body until they met hers. Miranda gave a sly wink. "You look hot like that, Mrs. Brinks," she purred. It was a shockingly harassing thing to say, and Karen's eyes widened, her jaw going slack.

"Excuse me?" She could barely believe her own ears.

"Oh nothing," Miranda giggled. "Just teasing you." She lifted her foot and released the paper. She smiled as she saw Karen's face darken in the golden light with embarrassment and confusion. Surely the lovely older woman could never have expected to be flirted with in a situation such as this. But Miranda's appetite had moved beyond seducing her father's golfing friends, and "securing" ridiculously low bids from certain preferred vendors (based on clandestine rendezvouses in neighboring towns' premier hotels, with the promises of future such encounters if contracts were signed). She was bored with cheating husbands and drooling frat-boy interns. Now she wanted to see if she could seduce a woman. A woman in the company. Starting with the most alluring one she knew. Karen Brinks.

Karen snatched the remaining papers from the floor and quickly righted herself again, stuffing them into the folder. The light was too low to try to sort them; it would have to wait until the power came back. She frowned, jarred by the young woman's playful tease.

Miranda enjoyed watching Karen recover her composure, her eyes occasionally glancing to the lovely curves of her calves, brazenly leering. She gave a soft giggle. "Sorry," she offered. "I just can't help that you're so gorgeous. And I haven't been with a woman in so long."

Karen was again struck by the sheer cheek of the CEO's daughter, making comments that could get a man officially reprimanded, quite easily. Sexual harassment was nothing this company took lightly, but here was princess Miranda Fuller acting like... well, acting like the boss' daughter. Karen shot her a look. "That's a little personal for my comfort, Miss Fuller."

Miranda ran her fingers behind her ear, bringing her hair back to show more of her face. She was leaning back against the handrail and crossing her ankles in front of her, very aware of the presentation she was making of her legs. "I bet you'd like being with a girl. Ever done it before?"

"I'm not interested in this topic of conversation, Miss Fuller," Karen said pointedly, emphasizing the name.

"Oh that's too bad... you know there's not a woman in this building who hasn't fantasized about you."

Karen gaped, stunned. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Miss Fuller, are you coming on to me?"

Miranda giggled. "Of course not Mrs. Brinks. I know you're married. I'm just saying, you're gorgeous and everyone here wants you. That's all."

"That's good. I'd hate to have to make an official complaint to the effect that I've been sexually harassed."

Miranda's eyes widened in mock fear. "Oh, that would be terrible, please don't do that. I promise I'll be a good little girl."

Karen frowned at her and leaned against the wall, trying to read her watch in the dim light. "Fuck," she muttered to herself under her breath.

"What?" Miranda chirped. "What did you say you wanted to do?"

"Miss Fuller, you need to knock it off. It's not particularly funny. Maybe the boys think so, but I'm not in the mood." She shot Miranda a look over the rim of her glasses.

Miranda's eyes sparkled as she pushed off the handrail, moving closer to her prey. "Yet."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're not in the mood... yet, Mrs. Brinks. But I can fix that."

Karen was not only stunned that Miranda would say such a brazenly actionable thing, but that the younger woman was now drawing closer with dangerous eyes. "Are you stupid? Are you trying to get yourself written up by HR?"

Miranda's gaze didn't waver. "I'm fucking Director Solomon, Mrs. Brinks. He won't lift a finger against me. And neither will you."

"Get away from me."

Miranda's smile broadened as she closed the distance and pinned Karen's body to the wall with her own, letting her hips fully collapse against hers. "Make me," she whispered hotly.

Karen glanced up to the glass dome in the corner of the car. "I'll have your job for this," she seethed. "The security footage from the camera shows incontestable harassment. Boss' daughter or not. Get off of me this instant or I throw the fucking book at you."

"That camera isn't recording, because the power is out, Mrs. Brinks. Battery lights only."

Karen lunged for the hatch covering the emergency phone, but Miranda seized her and forced her lips to hers, taking Karen's face in her hands. The smaller woman was quite strong, for her size, and she pinned the older woman's body to the wall hard. Karen struggled to turn her face away from the forced kiss, making desperate, panicked sounds, trying to push Miranda away. Finally she managed to break loose of the kiss and lunge for the emergency phone, but what Miranda said next made her blood run cold and her face ashen.

"I know about you and Grant!" Miranda stabbed, playing her ace-in-the-hole.

Karen froze. These rapier words shook her to the core. Her vision narrowed and she felt a sickening swoon come over her. Her heart pounded in her ears. It can't be true .. it can't be! How could she know? she pleaded to herself. In an uneven voice, she replied, "Grant who?"

But her body's visceral response was all the confirmation Miranda needed, and she twisted the knife. "Grant Parrone, in retail ops. Go ahead. I dare you to deny it." Miranda was looking her dead in the eyes.

Karen trembled; her vision clouded. She fought to replace panic with anger. "I don't know what you think you know, little girl, but if you don't let me go this instant, I'll not only have your job, but I'll sue you for threatening to extort me!"

The thin smile told Karen her threat wasn't going to work. "You won't do that, Mrs. Brinks," Miranda replied cooly, deliberately drawing out the "Mrs." to drive her point home. "Because if you do, I will be forced to trot out the photographs, and the recording that I have of both of you on the night of April 17th, about 8:30 in the evening, when I just happened to leave my voice recorder on the bookcase in his office. And, oh yeah, it was set to 'voice-activated', oopsie. It recorded nearly 40 minutes." She waited and watched Karen's face change as she remembered the exact date of one of their more heated encounters.

"Mmmm, yes, you remember, don't you Mrs. Brinks? You get the cutest little squeak in your voice when you orgasm, don't you? And Grant ... mmmm, what a delicious man to throw away your marriage vows for, I must agree. I just loved how he would do that—" she inhaled breathily, mimicking the very sound Grant made when he climaxed. It was a sound only someone who'd been with him would know. And she knew how she sounded when she herself came. Her voice climbed, and when she fought to restrain her peals of ecstasy, they emerged as soft chirps of pleasure.

Karen's fight dissipated as she stared, cornered, quite literally. "What do you want, Miranda?" she demanded in a low tone.

Miranda's eyes danced. "I want to fuck you, Kathy. I want to hear you make those little squeaks just for me."

"You can't do this!"

"I can do whatever I want, and right now I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck me. It's very simple .. we fuck, we have our fun, and then I give you the photos and the recordings and we pretend it never happened."

Karen glared into Miranda's confident gaze. She imagined the horror that would cross her husband's face if confronted with the truth of her infidelity. She knew he would leave her, and a bitter divorce would wreck her whole life. She'd been witness to the hell of divorce, the emotional trauma the children would be forced to endure, as one of her closest friends had to go through it a year past. The nightmare of her friend's ordeal hit home, and was one of the reasons she'd called off the affair with Grant. She had no idea anyone else could have known. But now the grave reality of her naiveté hung above her head like Damocles' sword revealed. She knew she could never call Miranda's hand. She had everything to lose ... Miranda risked nothing.

She set her jaw and turned her face away. "Get it over with," she said quietly.

Miranda took Karen's face in her hand and turned it back to face her, staring into the older woman's eyes victoriously as she leaned into capture her lips in a hard kiss. Karen tensed instinctively, pushing, jerking her head to try to slip away, but Miranda held her fast and forced her tongue into Karen's mouth. Karen whimpered in protest, but parted her mouth to allow the insistent wet tongue to explore her own. She glanced worriedly up at the glass orb in the corner covering the camera, wondering if anyone in the security booth was watching.

Miranda's hold on Karen relaxed as she realized she had won over her prey. Her kiss deepened and her hands slid up Karen's body, giving a low moan of arousal. Karen shifted her head to the side, allowing Miranda's kiss to penetrate deeper, and let her hands fall to her sides. The young woman's tongue was smaller and more delicate than her husband's, and she was surprised at how different it felt to be kissed by a woman than a man. Although she'd done the same drunk kissing and picture-taking as every other college girl, it was something she barely remembered and hardly thought of since. This was new to her, after nearly a decade of marriage, and her heartbeat thrummed in her chest to a different kind of energy, still colored by the very real threat to her family and future that Miranda's disfavor held.

She broke the kiss. "Miranda," she said breathily, "If I'm going to do this, do I have your word you'll give that recording, and those photographs you mentioned, to me, and never use them against me or my family?"

Miranda softened her tone. "Yes. I don't want to fuck with your life. I just want to have sex with you. After that, I'll give everything to you. I won't even tell Grant. I don't even really care. What happens in this elevator stays in this elevator. I swear."

"And if the power comes back on?" Karen hedged. "The camera will come on too."

"Not until they restart the system from the security booth. It will take a few minutes for them to boot their recording software. That means if the lights come back on, we'll have a few moments to get dressed." Miranda concocted this fabrication smoothly and easily. Whereas a decade earlier it might have been true, she knew that newer systems had been installed since then to keep power going to security systems in the event of an outage.

Karen glanced again at the glass dome, then looked back to Miranda and answered just above a whisper. "Okay. But if the lights come on, we have to stop." She was trembling.

"We will. Don't worry."

"Okay."

Karen placed the folder of documents on the floor, rose and slid her arms around the young girl, drawing closer to kiss her. Miranda canted her head and let her lips close over Karen's, giving a soft sigh as she relished the pleasure of her conquest, her hands again exploring the body of the woman she'd just won. She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the flavors of Karen's hair, perfume, and makeup. The bouquet of femininity lighted her senses like an accelerant, and she felt the warmth collecting between her legs. She ached to feel Karen Brink's mouth and tongue licking it out of her, and send her home to hubby, making her look into his eyes knowing she'd tasted another woman's cunt.

The kiss grew firey and passionate. Karen wanted only to satiate the young company princess, preferably before the lights came back, as that would only mean they would have to temporarily postpone their sex rather than resolve it here and now. She too could taste the scents and flavors of Miranda's cosmetics and perfume, and it had a strangely exciting affect on her; perhaps her being a woman, and the extramarital sex, were illicit pleasures awakening within her she wasn't conscious of before. Grant had been a magnificent lover, but she knew that part of the pleasure of being with him was the wrongness of it, the danger inherent, the risk of being caught. Although with Grant it was a different danger, a danger they shared to be together. Kissing Miranda was like playing with the very thing that could destroy her, at any moment. Like charming a cobra.




Elevator



Not playing with her, Karen knew at this point, would be the greater risk. So she concentrated on returning the kiss with as much passion as she could muster.

She felt a pang of discomfort when she felt Miranda's little hand undoing the buttons on her blazer, and push her hands beneath the shoulders. Karen straightened her arms and pushed off the wall enough to let the jacket slip down her arms to the floor, revealing her white silk camisole. Miranda's fingers played over her breasts, delicate, soft... so unlike her husband's thick and insistent hands. Karen felt a sound emerge from her throat and could not tell if it was one of protest, of fear, or surprise, or arousal. The emotions were tumbling together so quickly within her, it was difficult to discern just what she was feeling. Her knees were weakening and she felt her body responding to the young woman's desire, her sex throbbing as it awakened.

Miranda's fingers pinched at Karen's nipples beneath the cami, and they dutifully swelled into taut little buds. Karen's breaths came more heavily as she struggled to contain her body's arousal, her nipples tightening and tingling beneath the pinch of Miranda's forefinger and thumb. The kiss came apart and the women's eyes met... Miranda's lustful gaze met Karen's reluctant, nervous one.

"Take off your top for me," Miranda commanded, softly.

Karen's trembling was noticeable. She realized there now was no going back; the line was behind her. She slowly found the hem of her camisole with shaky fingers, and pulled it slowly up her body, revealing her breasts to the warm, stagnant air of the stranded elevator. Lifting the garment over her head, she turned her head away and blushed hard, letting the cami fall to the floor and feeling the ardent stare traveling over her nakedness. Miranda gave a low groan, and leaned down to capture one of Karen's vulnerable breasts in her mouth.

"Ohhh!" Karen breathed, the sudden rush of sensation cascading through her from the tiny, warm mouth that enveloped the peak of her size-C breasts. Miranda's hands each took one and fondled gently, as she pressed her teeth down over the clenched, sensitive nipple. Karen inhaled deeply and gave a soft whimper of disbelief .. both that this was even happening to her, and that it felt as good as it actually, unexpectedly, did.

Miranda feasted on her prey's breasts, alternating back and forth, her hands gently kneading, fondling, savoring. She suckled and licked, feeling the arousal heightening in Karen's body the longer she remained. She enjoyed giving deep, low groans as she imagined sitting across from Karen at senior staff meetings, or passing her in the hallway, and remembering that she had personally tasted the beautiful woman's tits, and made her moan in pleasure. This was an experience she wanted to keep fresh in her mind for a long time to come.

Again Karen's knees threatened to fail her, and she parted her legs wider to keep herself up against the wall. She opened her eyes again and stared up at the little glass dome, not knowing for certain if there was someone staring back at her coming undone under the younger woman's lust. She couldn't take her eyes away, even as she felt Miranda's hands sliding down to her skirt, finding the concealed zip at her hip with her fingers, and sliding the silk sheath down her legs. Karen swallowed and lifted her leg to step out, then the other, and Miranda dropped the skirt over the rest of Karen's discarded suit, leaving her only in her black thigh-high stockings and panties.

Miranda purred to herself as she lowered herself to a crouch, and nudged Karen's legs apart wide. Karen leaned back against the elevator wall and obeyed, widening her stance, then again further as Miranda again nudged them, wanting even more access. Karen felt more vulnerable now than she ever had before, nearly naked, fully exposed, unsure if the camera was on or if she could trust the cruelly manipulative creature now poised between her legs, feasting her eyes on the mound of warm, moistening flesh beneath the lacy black panty.

She felt the betrayal in her heart as warm lips enveloped her mound, and a soft but hungry tongue began nuzzling into the fabric protecting her womanhood. Her head rolled to the side and she moaned lightly, thoughts of her husband at home passing through her mind, this time stirring a deep and troubling guilt. She never wanted to have to lie to him again, and now here she was, her body in the arms of another. The fact that it was blackmail was of little comfort, given how much pleasure she was struggling to control.

Miranda's little fingers slid up her thigh and curled around the rim of the panty's crotch, and slowly pulled it aside, revealing the goal of her machination, the treasure she sought to plunder. Karen's eyes glanced down, feeling the exposure, and her vulnerability filled her eyes from behind her glasses as she stared at her boss' daughter, now free to ravish her in the most intimate ways. Miranda felt the eyes on her and glanced up to return the look, fully aware of the power she held. As she kept her eyes fixed on her prey's, she leaned in and with the tip of her tongue, lightly caressed the puffy, velvety petals.

Karen drew a hard breath and struggled to keep from moaning aloud. The sensation of watching Miranda Fuller, crouched between her legs and staring hungrily, resolutely, up at her as she tongued her labia, was a mixture of trepidation and an almost insurmountable ache to surrender to the pleasure. Never before had another woman put her mouth there. It made her feel illicit, dirty, adulterous ... and wonderful. She rolled her head back again and this time gave a sigh of pleasure, and with the most subtle of movements, shifted her hips forward in the younger woman's kiss.

Miranda felt the movement, heard the sound, and felt the victory firing her desire. She pulled harder at the nylon fabric in her fingers, exposing more of Karen's body. Her tongue eagerly split the puffy, swollen petals and lapped upward, drawing in the nectar, tasting it, then lapped again, and again. She groaned, drinking the succulent, rich, forbidden honey, feeling her own body ache to be touched and tongued. She knew there were men (and probably more than a few women) who fantasized, even coveted, the flavors and sensations she was enjoying now. Karen Brinks was desired by many, but above everyone's reach. Everyone else's reach. Tonight, the ravishing Mrs. Brinks belonged to no one else, not even her own husband. She belonged to Miranda.

Her tongue began flicking over Karen's hooded button, lightly. Karen again rocked her hips forward, the sparkles of pleasure that glittered through her like electricity coaxing another, deeper moan from her parted lips. She heard the sound she made and couldn't believe she herself had made it. It sounded like a woman lost in ecstasy, almost out of control. Could she actually be feeling so much pleasure? The butterflies in her stomach became tremors of pleasure, her fear steadily and quickly becoming consumed by her arousal. She would worry about her betrayal, the threat of her affair's exposure, the unknown status of the camera, all of it later. All that mattered now was the pleasure coursing through her from the young woman's tongue ravishing her.  

Even the pleasure of the spritely, exquisitely feminine tongue on her clitoris was overcome by a new sensation, that of two slender fingertips suddenly nuzzling up against her opening, worming their way inside and opening her as they slid inside. She gasped loudly and clutched the bar behind her, her chest heaving as Miranda's fingers penetrated her sex and buried themselves within her. 


"Oh god," she breathed huskily, and having steadied herself, lifted one hand to slide up the side of her face, feeling the heat of her blush beneath her own skin, her fingers running into her hair. Miranda twisted her wrist, letting her fingers explore Karen's inner warmth. She glanced up and teased, "Do you like that, Karen? Do you like my fingers being inside you?"

"Oh ... I .. Miranda ..."

"Tell me ... tell me you like my fingers in you." She gently began bicycling her fingertips against her upper wall. Karen again gave a breathless moan, a sound that curled Miranda's toes with desire.

"Yes," Karen finally surrendered. "Yes .. I do."

"You do what?"

"Like your fingers inside me."

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, Mrs. Brinks," Miranda ordered in her most velvety voice.

Karen stared down at her, eyes pleading. "I ... I ... "

Miranda continued gently pedaling her fingertips against Karen's upper wall within, occasionally letting the tip of her fingernail drag into the soft, warm flesh. "Come on," she coaxed. "I want to hear you say it so badly, Karen. Say it for me."

Karen's face turned a deep crimson as she closed her eyes and turned her head away. In a soft voice, she relented, "I want you to fuck me Miranda."

The words hung in the air like a prayer. They echoed through both women's ears, an utterance that could not be taken back or ignored. Miranda swallowed, nearly swooning from the nigh-dizzying effect the erotic words had on her. Barely breathing, she pressed her advantage. "Say it again."

Defeated by her own body's raging desire, Karen repeated, "I want you to fuck me," her voice cracking before she could finish the sentence. She felt hot tears of shame stinging in her eyes, threatening to humiliate her even further. "Fuck me... Miss Fuller."

Miranda nearly gasped at the unexpected coda, and eagerly complied, slipping her fingers nearly out completely and then plunging them back inside Karen's throbbing vagina. She felt Karen's muscles bearing down, clutching at her fingers as they impaled her. Karen gave a breathless moan, her hips coming unglued, rolling and undulating lustfully with each deep thrust of Miranda's fingers into her. Wide-eyed, Miranda couldn't help but stare at the exquisite eroticism of the woman before her, so desperately lost in the rapture of being fucked by another woman's fingers. Karen's head turned back and forth, her body moving fluidly, one hand clutching the grab bar behind her, her other hand balled in a fist in her own hair as she writhed.

Faster went the slender fingers, quickly becoming coated with Karen's rich, syrupy nectar. The younger woman again leaned in and began frantically tonguing Karen's clit, sending another torrent of ecstasy storming through her body. An uncontrolled moan burst from Karen's throat, at a volume easily heard by anyone standing outside the elevator doors, but she couldn't think past the currents of pleasure now dominating her senses. The fingers plunging in and out of her, the tongue flicking and suckling at her little pearl, the illicitness, the danger, the threat of being watched, all poured through her in one profound cocktail of ecstasy like nothing she'd ever felt. Her moans climbed, becoming stifled cries, writhing helplessly against the elevator wall as her orgasm gathered within her.

Miranda wanted desperately to reach between her legs and touch herself, but bid herself to be patient. First things were first. She drew her dewey fingers out of Karen's sex just long enough to fold a third in with them, arranging the tips in a little triangle and sliding the new triplet into Karen's quivering sheath.

Karen again gave a barely contained cry as she felt herself being opened even more by the increased girth of Miranda's invading fingers, and tightened her fist in her hair, as she did whenever a self-induced orgasm threatened to break. She opened her eyes, staring hazily at the little dome in the corner, and again wondered if ... but another tremor of ecstasy spilled through her and pushed the thought away. Miranda's relentless tongue dodged and fluttered over her clitoris, her fingers fucking her with strong, fluid strokes. She drew a breath just as the waves crested within her. The exhalation fixed in her throat as they carried her violently away.

Karen Brinks tensed every muscle in her body and shuddered wildly against the elevator wall, causing the car itself to heave in its support lines. Her orgasm shattered her, sending her into transports of intense ecstasy like she'd never known ... not with her husband, not with Grant. Even the young woman between her legs was taken aback by the severity of the climax that was consuming her, scorching her within. The lock in her throat gave just enough for Karen's orgasm to be released as soft, light chirps as she convulsed against the elevator wall, like a baby bird pleading for sustenance, her head thrown back in oblivious euphoria, lips parted in bliss.

The waves and aftershocks finally receded, and Karen panted hard, releasing the grip in her hair and steadying herself on the handrail. Miranda stared up at her in amazement, victorious. She pressed her lips to Karen's sex once more and carefully replaced the crotch of her panty over it. "Mmmm, Mrs. Brinks, that was ... you were ... just magnificent."

Without warning, the elevator's lights snapped on and a loud whirr could be heard outside the car. From behind the elevator panel came a soft beep. Karen gasped and pushed off the wall, quickly slipping into her clothes again and trying to straighten herself. Miranda rose to her feet and calmly smoothed her hands down herself, wiping the glistening wetness from her lips and chin with her fingers, and enjoying the taste on them as she suckled them. Karen twisted her skirt around her hips and bent again to pick up the document folder. The elevator car trembled and gently resumed its ascent up the shaft until it again slowed, chimed, and opened its doors. Miranda stepped out, turning to look back to Karen with an impish, and victorious, smirk.

"Enjoy your evening," she said as the elevator doors slid closed again. She licked her lips, still tasting the flavors of her succulent conquest. Yes, the camera had seen and recorded everything, and that recording would be cashiered for more encounters with the ravishing Karen Brinks. She thought of a few vendors she'd been having trouble moving from the figures they were insisting couldn't be negotiated down. Surely Mrs. Brinks could bring her ample negotiating skills to bear on the problem. Her marriage, and her reputation, could hang in the balance.

She smiled to herself as she made her way back to her office to call the head of building security. Next time, she thought, Karen was going to be taught the art and technique of cunnilingus.

Her smile broadened as she realized she could have as many next-times with Karen Brinks as she wanted. 



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Katie walked up the steps to Jonathan's building where she pressed the buzzer and waited for him to answer. Thinking to herself that he was probably late again she pulled out her phone to quickly check her mail. As the email opened she heard the intercom.

"Katie sorry, I'm running late. Go ahead and come on up."

She nodded and headed over to the elevator. Katie had not been on a single date with Jonathan without going through this annoying ritual. It wouldn't have been so bad except for the run down condition of the building where Jonathan lived. There was always something going out, falling over or just disappearing. And now, as she pushed the elevator call button she remembered just how frightening the ride up to his apartment was.

Now nothing had happened in her previous visits but that was only due to her fervent prayers and an incredible amount of luck. Sure enough, as the door opened she saw the large cable on the floor and as she pushed the number 10 button she had to reach carefully to avoid several loose wires hanging out of the control box. Katie just leaned back against the wall as the door closed and the elevator began to rise.

Returning her attention to her email she didn't notice the cable on the floor begin to move. Before she noticed anything the end of the cable had risen completely off the floor and, without touching her, coiled around her leg up as high as her thigh. When she finally felt something brush against her leg the cable quickly tightened around her.

Katie quickly tried to pull her leg away dropping her phone in the process. She was about to scream when she felt a light tingling run up her stomach and onto her breasts. Immediately she felt an odd sensation on her nipples, a light touch accompanied with some mild electrical shocks. The shocks were so gentle that instead of it hurting or burning it actually felt nice. Better than nice, it was actually very arousing.

She felt her nipples harden as the tingling became more intense. In just moments she was so consumed in the sensation that when she felt the cable work up from her thighs and slip under her panties she simply opened her legs wider surrendering completely to what was happening to her.

The sensation she felt on and then in her pussy as the cable penetrated her was even more intense than what she felt on her breasts. She moaned as she was filled like no cock had ever done before, all the while thousands of electrical fingers touched the entire depths of her like tiny fingers, no tiny soft tongues working in and around every inch of her.

Just when she thought it couldn't be any more intense she felt something work its way up between her lips to her clit. Once again she was consumed in the electric softness as she immediately came, her pussy convulsing on the entity buried so deep inside her. It began to withdraw leaving her feeling so empty, longing for... for whatever it was to take her, fill her again.

Then ecstatically it thrust, once again filling her like no man had ever done. It moved deeper and deeper until the point she thought she could take no more and then it withdrew again only to plunge back inside her. Again and again she felt it take her and then pull away, all the while rippling through the very depths of her in electric ecstasy. She came twice more before she heard a loud ding as the elevator slowed to a stop.

Leaned on the wall to catch her breath she saw the elevator door open. Looking around she noticed the cable back on the floor and the smaller wires still dangling from the control panel. Leaning down to pick up her phone she stumbled out into the hallway quickly adjusting her disheveled clothing. She reached into her purse, grabbed several tissues and lifting her skirt she dabbed up the wetness that soaked her panties and coated her thighs.

Still a bit wobbly she braced herself against the wall as she moved over and dropped the tissue into a nearby trash can. Pausing for a few more moments, she pulled a small mirror from her purse and looked herself over. After adjusting her hair a bit she slowly walked down the hall to apartment 1025 and rang the doorbell.



Elevator



You would think that a one-story elevator would have no chance in the world of breaking down, but... there it went. Right in between the ground floor and the mezzanine, there was a grinding sound, the power cut out, and we were left standing in darkness.

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, probably hoping that it was just a minor glitch. Five minutes passed, then ten. We both checked our cell phones. No signal, of course. The emergency phone in the elevator had been removed a few years ago due to the fact that everyone had cell phones now. Apparently we were stuck in one of those spots where absolutely nothing worked.

Colleen checked her radio (which, of course, didn't work either), then pulled off her blazer and hung it over one of the side rails. "I guess we're stuck here for a while," she commented.

"Yep."

I slid down the wall I was leaning against and sat down, putting my head back and shutting my eyes. Might as well relax for a minute.

Colleen, however, didn't seem so comfortable. She kept shifting positions; I heard her sit down then stand up again a few times, then finally a groan.

I opened my eyes back up. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess." She kind of laughed a little, then continued, "It's pretty stupid...um, I guess I should have used the bathroom a few minutes ago," she continued, blushing slightly. She then crossed her legs and uncrossed them just as quickly. Bending one knee, she pressed her thighs together and grabbed on to one of the side rails.

"Oh, okay." I nodded and shut my eyes again.

"Are they ever going to fix this damn thing?" I heard her ask about ten minutes later. Her voice seemed a little more stressed than it had been before.

"I hope so. I thought it was just the elevator, but it must be more complicated than that."

After a while I just stared at the reflection in the doors, halfway hoping that they would open soon. The other half was concentrated on my colleague, who seemed to be in more and more distress as time passed. She also didn't seem to notice that I could surreptitiously watch her in the doors, or didn't care at that point.

I scooted into a corner and pretended to lean my head into it, letting out a small sigh as arousal shot down my body and settled between my legs. Colleen had squatted down into the other corner and was bouncing up and down a little; a thrill ran down my spine as I realized she was trying to hold everything in with her heels. I reached up and idly stroked my right breast, pretending to adjust my shirt as I did so. For some weird reason, I was so turned on it wasn't even funny.

"Fuck," she muttered; she then stood up again quickly, moaned, and stuck both her hands in between her legs, blushing as she did so. "I'm sorry," she nearly whined. "I don't know how much longer this is going to take, but I really need to pee."

"It's cool," I replied offhandedly, pretending to stare off in the other direction and trying to ignore the wetness of a different sort that was beginning to soak my own pants. "That really sucks... I hope they fix it soon too."

She rocked back and forth on her heels, hands still between her legs, muttering curses under her breath. "Oh my God, no," I heard her gasp all of a sudden. In the reflection of the door I could see a small dark spot spread in the crotch of her khaki uniform pants as she removed her hands and squatted back down.

"It can't be that much longer," I tried to reassure her.

"I know... I hope so..." I glanced over at Colleen; she was rocking back and forth on her heels again, a hand futilely trying to hold anything else from coming out. "Oh, fuck," she said again. "I can't... oh shit, I can't hold it much longer..."

I couldn't help but glance over; she tried to stand halfway up, grabbed one of the side rails, then doubled over. "Oh, no," she whispered, eyes closing as a larger gush of pee soaked through the crotch of her pants, down her thighs, and dribbled onto the floor.

I crossed the small space of the elevator and knelt down next to her as she squatted back down into the corner. "It's okay," I said softly, placing an arm around her shoulders.

"No, it's not. God, this is so embarrassing... " She put her head down and placed a hand on my knee to steady herself. Boldly, I reached my free hand over and stroked her hair. "It's all right," I reassured her again. "I won't tell anyone."

"Oh, God," she whispered again. "I'm so sorry... I can't help it... oh shit, it's coming..."

I felt her body tense up, then release as a huge torrent of piss gushed out of her. It completely soaked her crotch instantly; I glanced down and watched the stream as it hit the floor with an unmistakable hissing noise. "Oh, fuck," Colleen whimpered; she managed to stop for a moment, then burying her face in her hands, spread her knees a little and finished what she couldn't help but start.

As Colleen squatted, crying, pee still flowing out of her, I couldn't help but move away a little, unbutton my pants, and quickly bring myself to a shallow orgasm. As I came, I silently thanked the elevator gods for providing me with such an amazing opportunity.



Elevator



I smiled as I walked with you, hand in hand. I felt so happy that I was with you once again, going about the various errands that we needed to run. It was a particularly hectic day, so many places and things to do now that I lived with you in Brooklyn. Forms, papers, tax information, and new toys for Mal Mi to buy from the naughty shop, like the one that was now in the bag at my side.

You turned and looked at me with your beautiful smile. 

"Hi," was all you said, as you gripped my hand more tightly.

We walked up to the bank of elevators and pushed the up button. I turned to face you and looked at you. You had your hair done up in a pony tail, held back by your purple scrunchie. You were wearing a tight fighting top, made of a soft cotton material. It was purest white and hugged your slim form enticingly. QQ pressed out in two firm impressions. It was tucked neatly into a new, black skirt that seemed to be painted onto your legs. It molded to your waist, hips and thighs so well, stopping a few inches above your knee. Of course, you wore no stockings and your feet were tucked into your very comfortable black platforms.

"Hmmmm, cute toes" I say softly.

You look down and wiggle your toes as best you can. Looking up into my eyes, you flash me a smile that warms me from head to toe. I bend forward and give you a quick kiss, just as the elevator door opened. A woman appeared from behind the door and she quickly hid a smile at seeing us. Chuckling, we entered the elevator.

"Which floor?" you ask.

"Sixty nine" I reply with a growing grin on my face.

"hmmmmm, good floor" you reply.

You press the button, the door closes and we feel our stomachs being pressed down as we are lifted high.

I turn to you and drop the back, pressing you into the side of the elevator. I cover your mouth with my own and kiss you deeply, passionately; having wanted to ever since we left the house that morning.

My right hand moves up and cups your left breast and massages it. I hear you gasp and moan at my touch. I decide to be a little naughty.

Pulling you away from the wall, I press you against the buttons, making sure the STOP button is hit. The elevator lurches to a halt.

"Oooooooh," you say "you ARE being naughty"

"Time for a Big O" I whisper.

You look at me, shocked as a drop to my knees in front of you. I pull your skirt up, exposing more of your thighs to me. Grasping your butt in my hands, I begin to squeeze and massage your firm buttocks and kiss the front of your thighs. Gently, I kiss and suck the skin on the front and inside, near your knees, never moving up too far. Left, then right, then back to the left leg, I kiss, caress, suck and lick you.

I move my head down and under your skirt. Moving my mouth up your legs, I kiss and lick you as you spread your legs wide. I begin to smell your familiar scent. Still caressing your bum, I begin to kiss your inner thighs near your pussy.

I kiss you as I feel you slide slightly down the wall, opening your legs so that I can caress more of your thigh. I gently suck and caress the delicate flesh on the inside of your thigh. My nose passes close to your treasure, but does not touch. I can feel the heat coming off of you and intensifying as I continue to caress and kiss you with my mouth and hands.

I inhale deeply as I pass my face over your treasure, taking your musky scent in deeply, savoring it.

I remove my hands from your buttocks and slide them up, under your skirt. You spread your legs further and my mouth presses against your pussy firmly. I can feel the fabric of your panties, soaked with your juices. I kiss and suck, tasting you within the fabric.

You gasp as I press my mouth against you. My mouth covers the top of your treasure, pressing your flesh against your clit. As I kiss and suck, I gently caress your little nub. As I continue, you feel your clit grow more sensitive as it expands, responding to the touches and sensation of my mouth and fabric against you.

My hands move up and grasp the bands of your thong. Gently, I pull it down, and off as you close your legs to allow me to do so. You move to open them again when I stop you.

"Turn around and press against the wall. I want you to push your bum out at me."

You look at me wondering what I am doing. You are curious and wondering what I am up to as you hear me rustling in the bag. A moment later, you know as you feel the vibrator we purchased for you press against the opening of your vagina.

I press firmly, already have coated the vibrator in a lubricant. I watch as you press back against my hand and the vibrator, taking it into you. You stop and gasp as the little finger that poked out from the side of the rubber penis pressed against your clit, as it was meant to you. You pull forward and press back. I help in the motion, pulling and pressing in rythym with you.

You feel the toy inside you. It is filling you, but it not as large as I am. You jump and an entirely new world of pleasure floods through you as I turn on the vibrator, causing it to shiver within you. The sensation is heavenly. In and out I pull it, back and forward you press. You draw closer, closer, closer to a climax, feeling the sensation moving down your belly. You are pressed against the hard metal of the elevator, I with my hand pressing the toy into and out of you, against your clit.

You feel the building up of pleasure and pull forward, further than normal and grab the toy, pulling it free from you.

"Enter me" you gasp.

You are surprised as I quickly stand and insert Little Anthony with little effort. I was so turned on and playing with him as I played with you, ready to enter you at a moments word.

You feel me fill you even more. I lean forward against you. My right hand moves around and down, rubbing your clit as I begin to move in and out of you. My left hand reaches for yours as our fingers interlock.

I begin to pump and you press against me and pull away, drawing my penis into and out of you. I massage your clit, giving you the sensations you desire. You are filled.

The sensation fills you again, not having subsided much as I move within you. You feel my breath deepen and quicken.

You tense as my rhythm increases. The sensation moves down your tummy quickly. You feel my fill you, pressing against your cervix, you feel my finger massaging your clit.

You turn your head and my mouth covers yours once again.

Our breathing grows frantic, deep and in sync as we breathe through one another.

I feel you begin to shiver and shudder, clenching around Little Anthony and your sharp intake of breathe.

I begin to spasm and shoot within you. Stream after stream fills you and you feel it entering you, filling the space within you as the waves of the orgasm sweep over you. Over and over you feel me throb within you, leaving my seed within you. Over and over I feel you clench as the orgasm takes you.

Over and over we breathe as one.

Over and over until, at last, we are finished and pull apart.

You smile at me as you pull your thong back up and I place the dildo back into the bag. You press the button and our elevator continues up.

We clasp hands and smile as the elevator door opens and we step onto the 69th floor, with little beads of perspiration running down our faces,. Smiling and giving each other a knowing glance, we enter the door of our destination, to face our next meeting.



Elevator



This story has a very interesting beginning. I was told the idea by a very friendly man in a sexy phone conversation. I wrote this nice little story with my twisted imagination.

I want to thank my friend for influencing my imagination. Thanks a million for inspiration.

I hope everyone enjoys.

***********

It was her day off and she decided to visit one of the local landmarks. From what she had heard over the years, the view from the observatory was breathtaking. There stood the Empire State Building, as tall as ever. She had waited a long time to look down over the city from the top. Today was a perfect day; the sun was shining brightly over the metropolitan area. It was not too cold or too hot.

Feeling happy and relaxed, she entered the first elevator to ride it to the floor where she would have to change to the second elevator, would take her to the observatory. There was a man in the first elevator that kept staring at her making her blush and feel a bit nervous the first couple of floors.

The man was not just handsome; he also had a sinister smile. Since he made her feel uncomfortable by the way he looked at her, she stayed on the opposite side of the elevator. Feeling safe where she was, she moved backwards with the growing crowd. She was surprised when something poked her in the back. Unbeknownst to her, he had inched over to her side of the elevator until she stood in front of him.

She cautiously reached behind her to find out what was poking her, only to discover it was his erection. As soon as she touched him with her fingers, he groaned. Quickly, she pulled her hand away, only to hear him chuckle to himself. She was sure others in the elevator heard it too.

She did not know what was happening when she felt something intruding between her legs. Trying to move, she found he held her by the chain belt around her skirt. Her hand went to release the belt, only to discover it had been attached to his belt by some means. Then, to add to her alarm, she felt that the back of her skirt had been pushed up also. She found this invasion of her person even more embarrassing than the imprisonment caused by her chain belt. Her only thought now was to get as far away from this stranger as she could. That was when she realized his rigid cock was slithering in between her thighs, snuggling up to her panties.

She gasped at being an object used by this man to get his sexual jollies. Part of her enjoyed this playful invasion, while another part wanted to scream 'Cop, help!'

"You scream and you'll regret it." His words slithered stealthily into her ear, carried by a strong, stern voice.

She shook with fright, feeling his cock edging nearer to her pussy. Other passengers turned to look at her to see what was wrong when she gasped.

She felt humiliated by what was happening to her. What was worse, her bodily actions betrayed her own sexual desires. She was rubbing up against this man who by all rights was sexually assaulting her. Even now, the first few drops of her excitement began lubricating her hot quivering love nest!

"I knew you wanted to do this, you little slut," he spoke softly in her ear.

"No, I don't," she protested, as he pressed the head of his cock even closer to her wet lips!

"Liar," he said with a laugh as he pulled her closer to him with his arm around her waist. The others in the elevator simply thought they were lovers getting a little frisky.

The other passengers exited with an amused look on their faces when the elevator doors opened. Unfortunately for her, no one got back on to go down. She would now be at this man's mercy even though she tried to pull away from him.

He pushed her upper body forward, exposing her buttocks while taking out his knife to cut away her panties. After removing them he noticed that her panty crotch was soaking wet, which gave him great pleasure causing him to become harder. He then pushed his trophy into his pants pocket.

She struggled to brace herself against the wall as he started to penetrate her from behind. Her screams and moans only resulted in him slapping her ass with reverberating wallops. She still tried to escape as he placed his hands on her hips, forcing his hard cock firmly inside of her.

"Push the stop button, TRAMP," he ordered, spanking her again. He enjoyed the red hand marks on her ivory white butt.

"No," she replied and continued to try pulling away. Then she felt the point of something sharp drawn across her stinging bottom and down her crack to stop at the entrance of her back hole. She believed it was the knife he used to cut away her panties.

Part of her knew that she had to stop him from ripping her open. She could feel his breath on her neck. He forced her forward but before she could push the button, the elevator stopped on its own. She was surprised when the alarms did not go off right before the lights went out. * Now what? * She wondered to herself, becoming terrified at the thought of what could happen next.

He used her body without mercy, pounding into her as hard as he could. Her balance slipped away from her a little more with each of his pounding thrusts. The lights came back on as he pulled his thick pulsing cock out of her. Without a care, he dropped her unceremoniously to the floor, terrifying her further with his monstrously revolting treatment. He then mounted her once again, this time from the front.

His hands moved to play with her hardening nipples after he pushed her blouse and bra out of the way. His teeth and tongue found their way to her left nipple, pulling painfully. Her nipples were so sensitive. With each nibble, the twinge of pain caused her to wince, but each nibble also made her hotter and she wanted it all the more.

Holding her down firmly with his hand on her belly, he pulled out of her, moving lower to replace his hard cock with his tongue. His fingers opened her lips to reveal her throbbing clit. His tongue licked and played with it before his teeth got a hold of it. He pulled on her clit and flicked his tongue over it, around it; making her body wiggle at his ministrations. His hands reached up to play and tease her sensitive breasts. Her juices were flowing from her pussy. She had never wanted to be in a situation like this, but for some reason she did not want it to stop either. The total loss of control she felt at the hands of this stranger gave her amazing excitement. He seemed to know which of her buttons to push.

She moaned while fighting to keep from giving him his victory over her body. Yet her ability to protest melted away when she squirted her juices into his awaiting mouth, and soaking his face.

He swallowed most of his reward except for a mouthful. He climbed back into a position to mount her like the bitch she was. His face glistened with her juices. He French kissed her, giving her some of her own sweet juices to swallow. He could feel she was resisting, so he pinched her nose forcing her to swallow in order to breathe.

That was when he started his rhythmic thrusting into her dripping entrance. With her body so greedy for sexual pleasure she started to match him thrust for thrust. With her body betraying the sex-driven tramp she could be, her wanton actions served only to increase his pleasures until he could hold back no longer, exploding his load of pent-up beastly passion into her pulsing vagina.

He was spent for the moment, while she continued to milk him for every ounce of pleasure she could pull from his softening cock. He only laughed at her greed to get more than he was willing to give to her.

Her hands moved down to her crotch to masturbate herself. She needed more, she wanted the ultimate orgasm. She could feel the combination of her wetness and his seed. Her pussy ached for more. It demanded to be satisfied further. Her clit was still throbbing and hot. He just sat back and watched the show taking place on the floor of the elevator. He was thoroughly thrilled by the slut's reaction. He thought she could make a nice little fortune selling her body to various men who would take her hard and unmercifully.

After he finished fucking her for the last time, he pulled his pants back into place. He ran a comb through his hair, cleaned his face with the inside of her blouse, and then answered the ringing phone.

"Hello . . . Yes we are done. You can start the elevator again. Hope you enjoyed the show. You were right about her greedy sexual nature. If you were here, you could smell her sweet slut musky sent. I'm glad I made the wager I did. I'm going to like having her in my stable of whores." He looked at her and saw the shocked expression registering in her eyes. "Yes, you little tramp, you have just performed before the camera, your old Master, plus several of our friends. I'm glad to say, you just won a sizeable wager for me, and I now own you."

She was appalled at his devilish laughter and the idea he had bet on fucking her in a public elevator. Why did her Master use her in this wager? She remembered hearing evil things about this man, once she recognized him. What would this new Master do to her for the kind of performance she had just given? Would she be punished or rewarded?

"Get your sorry ass up, bitch, and pull yourself together," he ordered, as the elevator started to go down once again.

She got up to dress herself, concealing her chain belt under her cloths and then stood next to him. He watched her carefully, noticing what she was doing and chuckled to himself. * Hiding the belt was stupid * he thought as he reached roughly under her blouse to pull the belt out, letting it hang over the top of her skirt. When the elevator stopped, he took hold of the dangling chain, jerked on it for her to follow. He then walked out of the elevator onto the main floor and out the front doors of the Empire State Building.

With her in tow, they walked several blocks before getting into the back of his limo.

She was embarrassed, walking on the streets with her eyes downcast. Everyone they passed on the streets would know what they saw, what she was, whose property she was, to be used as he wished, when he wished, and how he wished. He had just proved that she could be used any time, even if she belonged to another Master. Now her new Master would use her for entertainment and betting purposes again. She knew anything could happen in her future and hated the idea.

*************

Back at the descending elevator, the maintenance workers went about the business of cleaning up the mess left behind. In the sub-basement, the elevator came to a stop putting it out of commission for a few hours.

The elevator had become known as the "Sex Pen." After one of the sexual escapades, the carpeting always needed shampooing and the walls polishing. When the elevator was operational again, it was left open with a heater init to dry everything quickly.

With the drying phase in place, the workers headed for the private lounge to have their lunch and enjoy the morning events on DVD.

"This one is a real hottie. Look at those gorgeous knockers," one of the male workers said.

"Yeah, great pair of knockers, but look at the full bush the guy is devouring," commented the second male worker.

"That's nothing compared to that nice red ass he's spanking. MMMM, I would love to get a hold of this bitch," the third male worker said.

They continued to watch and make comments on the sexual activities. It was not long before a couple of their female co-workers came in to see the guys watching the latest naught events.

What happened next is only known to those maintenance workers.

*************

This story was inspired by a friend during a sexy phone conversation.

Thanks for taking the time to read my story. Please leave your comment, vote or send me your comments about the story. I will answer those with return email address.

Copyright (c) 2006



Elevator



It's a crowded elevator, in one of those interminably tall city buildings, and you, of course, work very near the top floor. You're being squished between crowds of people. A wonderful start to the day, you think. 

Suddenly, you feel it. There, again! Definitely more than just accidental contact. A pair of hands is stroking your ass through your skirt. You'd normally be offended, but the contact feels so good, strong, yet tender. This is not aggressive groping. These hands are exploring the contours of your butt as though it were a work of art. Stifling a low moan, you push ever so slightly back into the hands, and are rewarded with more vigorous stroking. Because of the crowd in the elevator, you can't turn your head to see who it is that is feeling you up. 

The hands are becoming bolder now, lifting your skirt up and feeling your bare flesh. You sigh softly, hoping no one notices. No one does - at this time, in this situation, everyone is looking straight ahead, wrapped up in their own thoughts. The fingers trace around the lacy edges of your panties. You feel hot, sweet smelling breath on the back of your neck and in your hair. It feels incredible, and you feel your panties getting soaked as your pussy grows wetter and wetter. 

The elevator continues to ascend. The hands now push down your panties slowly, sliding them over the smooth curves of your butt. You're amazed that no one seems to notice - all you can focus on is the delicious sensation of being felt up, and the growing wetness between your legs. One of the hands now slides up beneath your skirt and begins stroking your pussy from behind. You try to stifle a gasp, ending up with a slight hiccup. You're finding it harder and harder to concentrate. 

But you know that this is hardly a fair situation, Reaching your hand back, you feel for the hard lump you know is there. You hear a low grunt as your hand finds the hard shaft in the dress slacks. Somehow, you manage to squeeze and stroke it without disturbing the other passengers. 

The elevator dings and the doors open. Some people get out, and some get on. As the car unloads, you feel the hands between your legs gently pull you back towards the corner of the elevator. You're amazed that no one can see. However, you soon realize in this position, your coat and bag are helping to shield your activities from obvious detection. The hands lift up your long skirt from behind and continue their assault on your pussy. The fingers are also returning to your ass. In this position, in the corner of the elevator, no one but you knows what is going on. You gently ease the zipper down on the pants behind you and pull the hard flesh out, stroking all around the knob with your thumb. You grin as the finger pushing into your pussy increases its tempo. 

The elevator stops again, and more people get out and in as the hands continue working on you and you continue working on the cock behind you. Your pussy feels like it's on fire, and your body aches with need. You can't stand it anymore, you need to feel something more than this maddening, teasing stroking. Releasing the cock behind you, you reach into your purse and pull out the tube that you always keep in there just in case your plans have you staying somewhere other than home. You press the tube into the hand behind you. A long, maddening delay, and suddenly you feel the slickened head of a cock pressing against your asshole. You push back, and feel the hard shaft, slick with the lubricant, slide into your tight butt. Good thing you decided to wear heels today, you think. The extra height makes it easier to work the hard cock up inside you. Soon, it's sunk balls deep into your ass. It starts moving against you, only very slight movements, but enough to do the job. You push back against the invading shaft, slowly, subtly, careful not to alert the others in the elevator. As the elevator ascends, more and more people get out, and fewer get in. Unconsciously, you push faster against the cock in your ass. It's down to just three in the elevator you, the mystery cock in your ass, and one other man - not too old, not too young. You recognize him - he works on the same floor of your building. 

The elevator rises up towards the top floor. You can see the other man looking at you, now obviously in the throes of ecstasy as you're bouncing on the dick up your butt. The other man's cock is obviously hard in his pants. He moves towards the control panel of the elevator and pulls the stop button. The car lurches to a halt, and as the other man turns around, you see that he has unzipped his pants and released his own cock. He moves towards you and you suck him into your mouth without a second's hesitation. You're being pounded from both ends as the elevator alarm sounds around you. It's all too much, and you feel your orgasm rip through you like a tidal wave. Your screams are muffled by the cock in your mouth. Dimly, you're aware of the sensation of hot jizz shooting up your butt. Then, more vividly, you're aware of the salty flavor in your mouth. You almost let a little dribble out of your mouth, but catch it on your finger and push it back in. 

The security intercom crackles, a voice asks if you're OK. Slowly coming back to reality, you press the button and answer that everything is fine. The voice on the other end tells you that it may be a few hours before someone comes to get you out of the elevator. You ask why it's going to take so long, and the voice on the other end tells you that they want to see the rest of the show. You spy the security camera in the other corner of the elevator. Smiling in understanding, you wave and tell them that it's OK. Turning around, you see two cocks being fisted back to hardness. You lick your lips and unbutton your blouse . . .



Elevator



I was going to the hospital to visit her sick grand mother. As I approached the elevator a nice looking man in front of me and got on the elevator and when he saw that I was going to get on too, he held the door to keep it form closing until me go in.

The man was in his early to mid twenties, nice look and had a pleasant smile. He was wearing an open collar blue sport shirt with jeans. I would say he was about six foot tall and weighed about 200 solid pounds. My name is I and I'm built about like Carla on Cheers. I've been described as feisty. I was standing against the opposite wall form him and she notice that he was looking me up and down, and I realize that I was doing the same to him. He asked me whom she was going to see. I replied my Grandmother. Before I could ask him whom he was visiting the elevator came to a sudden jerky halt between floor. The lights blinked and an alarm bell went off. 

Both of us had a scared look on our faces and both of us look up at the lights. I said, "I wander what happened, do you think we are in any danger?" The man assured her that elevators had several safety devices on them. We stood there looking at each other for what seem like an eternity when he said I'm Mike. I said I'm Anne, how long do you think we will be stuck here? Mike just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't have an ideal but it's usually not long when something like this happens. It's usualy something minor." 

They could hear men talking some were about them and the sound of wrenches and hammers being use. The phone rang in the emergency box and Mike opened the door and answered it. He lessened for a couple of minutes, and then said "O K, I don't guess we can do anything but wait. He told me that they had said that the motor had burned out and it would take them at least two hours to get a replacement and that we were not in any danger, but that they couldn't get us out.

I should have been mad or scared but it excited me to be stuck in an elevator with such a good-looking man. Apparently he was thinking the same think because I noticed his trousers start to bulge and I felt my nipples start to harden. I didn't wear bras and I look down to see if my nipple were showing as much as I felt like they were. 

One of my fantasies was to have sex in a public place where there was a possibility of being caught. This was my big chance to fulfill that fantasy. The front of Mike's trouser were about to split open he was so hard and my nipple serenely telling Mike that I wanted to see what was making that bulge. I asked, "What are we going to do for two hours?" 

Mike notice me look at the bulge and also notice my nipple were long and hard and trying to push though my sweater. A grin came on his face as he moved to me and pinch both my nipples and said, "I don't thing there is much doubt of what we would both like to do of two hours."

I said as he rolled my hard nipple, "You're taking a lot of privileges aren't you?"

Mike grinned and replied, "None that you don't want me too." I said with a smile on my face, "I guess not", as I reached down and rubbed his hard bulge.

Mike kept kneading one tit while put his other arm around me and kissed me deep. I quite rubbing his bulge and pulled his zipper down and reached in side his fly. God, I couldn't get my hand around it he was so thick. I tried to work his cock out of his boxer but wasn't having any luck until he reached down and unbuckled his belt and top button. 

I ran my hand up and down his shaft which had to be at least nine inching long not counting his huge wet head.

What had I got my self in to, I had never had a dick in me more that seven inches and not near as thick as he was. I though, "What the hell, this was my big change to fulfill my fantasy and I was going to do it. I'd give him a blowjob first and make him cum and then he wouldn't be as hard when we got round to fucking. I went to my knees and licked the precum from his enormous head and took him in my mouth. I heard Mike gasp as my lips stretched to take him in my mouth. Mike moaned and his body went stiff as I took his head deep in my mouth. I lock my lips just behind the head and lick all around it, give special attention to the rim. Mike still had my breasts in his hand and pinched my nipple so hard it was almost painful. Mike's other hand was on the back of my head trying to push more cock in my mouth, but I started nipping down the side of his throbbing shaft biting his skin gently as I when.

I kissed one of Mike's balls and sucked it into my mouth while stroking his long hard shaft with the other hand. I nibbled back up his shaft and took his head back in my mouth. Mike was put out pre-cum like crazy and it tasted so good as I licked his head. I locked my lips tight around his shaft and sucked him hard. 

I couldn't see Mike's face but I could tell by his moaning and how he was pressing again the back of my head that he was enjoying the blowjob and was about to blow. I increased the speed and took his balls in my hand and gently rolled them. Mike pushed hard on the back of my head driving his cock down my throat making me gag. I stopped sucking him for a few seconds to catch my breath. I locked my lips tighter around Mike's shaft and sucked it like there would be no tomorrow. I would rake my teeth gently on the rim of his head as I moved my lips to the head of his dick. 

Mike was gasping and his breathing was getting shorter and shorter and I knew it wouldn't be long until I would get a mouth full of hot cum. Mike's body stiffend and a growling sound came from his throat. He when rigid when I put a finger up his ass hole. Ever eight tents of a second a cannon when off in my mouth. The streams of cum were so massive and were coming so fast that I couldn't swallow it all. Cum was seeping out of the corner of my mouth. 

Mike finally shot the last load and pulled me to my feet. I licked the cum from my lips as Mike was pulling me to my feet and said,"I don't think that is the first cock you have sucked. God you got me off faster than any girl before." 

Mike took the cheek of my ass in his hand as our lips met and his tongue when in my mouth. I'm sure he could taste his cum that still coated my mouth and tongue. He worked my mini skit up over my waist and set my ass on the handrails that were around the car. Mike held me against the wall with one hand while the other one pushed the crotch of my soaking wet panties to one side and probed my hot vagina with his finger.

I put both hands on top of his head as I feel his lips sucking on one of my swollen wet pussy lips and then the other. I almost screamed as he probed my hole with his finger and took my clit between his lips. His finger pushed against the front of my vagina, which forced more of my hard little bud between his lips. He sucked and tongued it fast and hard. 

I screamed and moaned as waves of pleasure took over my body. I was still at the peak of my orgasm when he started licking up my juices that flowing out of my pussy like a river. 

One of the workers must have heard my screams and yelled down the elevator shaft, "Is every think alright down there. I thought I hear someone scream." Mike yelled back, "She is claustrophobic and I'm trying to console her." "Tell her we are working as fast as we can, but it will still probably be another hour", he yelled back. I amost yelled back "Don't hurry"

I said, "I don't think that is the fist time you have eaten pussy. God you got me off as quick as I got you off and God it was so good." 

Mike stood up and took both of my tits in his hand and rolled my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. 

He spread my legs at a 90 degree angle on the hand rails and ran his massive cock all the way in my pussy. 

I felt his massive cock head separated my swollen lips. I know his cock was big from having it in my mouth, but I could visualize my lips stretching like a rubber band and my vagina expanding as he when all the way in my wet hot pussy. 

His cock when all the way in my tight vagina as I rapped my arms around his neck and held on tight. I keep my legs on the wooden handrails and found a light fixture just above my head to hold on to as he rammed his long thick cock in and out of my dripping pussy.

He was ramming his big cock up my pussy so hard that my ass was almost came up off the rail. The feel of his head banging my cervix and his firm hands still kneading my breast and rolling my hard nipple was fast bringing me to another climax. I was already cumming when Mike started grunting and driving his cock in me hard and fast. The feel of his hot cum flooding my pussy sent me over the top of my climax. I'm far from a virgin but he was give me by far the best fucking I have ever experienced.

Moans of pleasure were coming from way down deep inside me and Mike was gasping and groaning as he rammed his dick deep up my pussy time and time again.

He filled my stretched pussy to over flowing. The rim of his big cock head pumped his cum out of my pussy as fast as he deposited it inside me. 

I though he would go soft and pull out like all the other guys did that I had sleep with but he just keep banging my ass against the wall and driving his hard cock in me deeper. God what a man, he had already cum twice and was still as hard as a rock and fucking me even harder. 

He fucked me hard and fast for a good fifteen minute when he finally pulled out and I figured that would be the end of a wonderful sex experience. But he put his hands back on my tits and when to his keens and started eating my pussy again. 

My ass was till on the handrail with my legs at a 90 degrees angle.

His tongue was going in and out of my hole as fast as a snakes tongue. I was so near another orgasm that I just heard Mike say, "God I love to eat a shaved pussy and yours tasted so good." One, two and then three finger went all the way in my wet pussy as he flicked my clit with his tongue.

I was just about to explode when Mike lifted me off the rail and turned me to face the wall, "Hold on to the hand rail", he demanded. I did and he ran huge cock back in my pussy from behind.

Mike put his hands in front of my thighs and pulled me back on his cock as he rammed it deep inside my hot dipping pussy. God was he ever pounding my pussy hard and fast and deep. His big head kept banging against my cervix. I didn't know before we started fucking if my vagina would expand enough to accept his big cock, especially that enormous head. If his head hadn't beeen so big I thing it would have on in my uterus. If I wasn't cumming all the time he was driving his big cock up my pussy I was sure enjoying just getting fucked. 

I screamed as another orgasm took over my trimbling body. It took over my entire body. God was I every getting off and he kept plowing that long dick in my pussy and back out again and then in deep and even harder.  

The workmen from above yelled down, "What's happing down there?" Mike yelled back while still fucking me that I had fainted and he was giving me CPR. If this was CPR, I wanted a lot of it and for a long time. 

Mike had just started filling my pussy for the third time when the man yelled again, "I think we've got her fixed." Mike gasped back, "Good, good, good", as he shot three more streams of hot cum in my pussy.        "We've got her fixed", a voice yelled down. Mike pulled his cock out of my pussy and there was a loud sucking sound and the a pop as his head came out. He tried to get his still hard cock back in his trousers, but finally had to unbutton them to get it in his pants. 

I quickly pulled my soaking wet panties up and my skirt down. Mike kissed both my nipples before he pulled my sweater down. 

I was still straightening my skirt and smoothing it down when the elevator started up. The doors opened and there was a crowed of people standing there, including two paramedics. One of them asked if we were O K and looked inside the car and saw Mike's cum all over the floor. He asked me, "Did you through up?" I replied, "I don't know I was so scared, I must've." I think he recognized that it was cum and how flush and sweaty we were and grinned. 

A very nice dressed older man said, "I'm sure you two are shook up a little. Our office lounge is just though this door, why don't you come in and have something to drink while you get your nerves back to normal. Mike and I excepted and he led us to the lounge. We both asked for coffee and Mike ask if it was O K to smoke in here. The man poured the coffee and said," sure, go ahead and smoke." Mike took out his cigarettes and offered me one. I took it and he lit it for me.      The man stayed around for a while and then said he had to get back to work, but for us to stay here as long as we wanted, and left. 

Mike said, "God, you were good fuck." I realized those was the first words we had spoken to each other sense he as said how good my pussy tasted. I said, "I enjoyed it my self, I didn't know if I could take all of you long thick cock in my little pussy when I first rapped my hand around it but it felt so good in side me. I've never cum that much in a week", and smiled real big.

Mike said, "Three time in the same day is a record for me. If I knew someone wouldn't come in I'm ready to take you right here on this couch." 

Mike handed me his card and said, "If you ever want to get together again, just call me. My cell phone number is on there you can reach me any time." I said as we went out the door, "You know dam well you will be hearing from me very soon. Just as soon as my pussy revives. I know it will be sore for at least three days."



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He noticed her when she entered the crowded lounge; she was with two friends as they looked around for a table. The three moved towards him, the only three seats were next to him, she was tall, her long legs grew out of the mid thigh length red skirt, they were tanned and did not need stockings. Her shoes made her legs seem even longer, high heeled with pointed toes, he knew that women who liked shoes were passionate, he smiled. The friends took seats farthest from him, she sat next to him, her hips were full, he noticed she had a nice ass as she moved onto the stool and crossed her legs, the skirt rode higher on her thighs. She looked over and glanced at him, adding a quick smile before turning and talking to her friends, they looked around the room, whispering and giggling as girls do. He watched as they ordered from the bartender, her friends wanted gin and tonic, she asked for a margarita. Her lips were full and sensuous as she sipped her drink; she licked the salt from her mouth not knowing how delicious she appeared. He watched her reflection in the mirror as she turned toward her friends, from that angle the top of her right breast was visible down to the black laced bra, they were not large but they were full. 

The three women garnished attention, soon invitations were made from the men in the lounge, he heard her decline offers to dance as her two friends left her, ushered away towards the music. She swung the stool around and watched as her companions enjoyed the company of the dancing crowd, again she looked at him and offered the same friendly quick smile. Her two friends returned to the stool between songs, chugging their drinks and returning to the dance floor. They ordered another drink every two dances and y were predictably showing signs of becoming drunk, she ordered her second margarita an hour later. She was careful, reserved and conscious of her surroundings, he had to move slowly. During the dances he spoke to her, her reply was always short but friendly as well, but he had discovered that she was rooming in the adjoining hotel with two advertising associates on company business, they were single, she was happily married. When he turned in his stool beside her to watch the dancing friends she did not sense that he had overcome the barrier that she guarded herself with, he smiled to himself again. When she allowed him to buy her next margarita he took another step into her domain, she wouldn't notice the signal he made to the bartender until she sipped the drink, its strength brought a definite expression to her face, he looked as though he didn't notice. She set the drink behind her on the bar; he knew she would not likely want another round because of the amount of tequila in the drink. As the music played on her friends had each singled out a partner and left her, joining their men at their table, as he expected she chose to remain at the bar when invited to join them. He knew that in all likelihood she would soon choose to leave the club scene and return to her room, she didn't notice when he dumped the vial of liquid in her drink behind her. As they chatted and watched the dance floor she would sip her drink occasionally and as the spike began to take effect she became comfortable enough with him to give out exchange names. 

Cynthia had now discarded the stranger label from Ted and began talking more openly about different topics. When they both turned towards the bar to converse and ignore the dancers; he noticed that she had relaxed enough to not realize that her skirt had ridden even higher; he smiled as he got a glance of her black lace panties. Cynthia noticed the smile and asked him why he did so, when he told her that he admired her shoes another wall of defense came down as she crossed her legs to more closely show him the shoes that she took pride in. He almost couldn't contain himself as he looked down and noticed that her skirt had ridden even higher and he could now see her panties well enough to see the outline of her pussy lips. Her shoe presentation was soon silenced by her two friends who had returned to the bar, each in the grasp of a new found partner, who were explaining that they were going to stay overnight in another suite for the night, they left as quickly as they appeared. Ted looked over at her and knew she was feeling the effects of the spiked drink, she did not discern his slowly maneuvered advances and he moved closer towards her which allowed hims to stare down her blouse at the nearly perfect globes of flesh, he liked that her nipples protruded through the fabric of the bra. 

Cynthia watched as her friends left her for their night of pleasure, she felt herself become somewhat woozy, thinking that the strength of the last drink was affecting her. When she turned back to the bar she noticed Ted was looking down at her breasts as she instinctively brought her hand up to cover his view. She sensed then that he had ventured to far into her privacy and decided that she should return to her hotel room, not really thinking she downed the last of the salty margarita and excused herself. When she attempted to stand she nearly slipped off the bar stool and onto the floor. Her first step was even more of a failure as her state of insobriety wouldn't allow her to balance on the high heeled shoes she wore and she fell backwards into Ted's grasp. Ted grabbed her by the hips as she stumbled and pulled her ass against himself, one hand he moved so gently down the crease of her groin, the other he moved to cup one her breasts as his fingers sought and found one of the nipples he had noticed earlier. Surprisingly she responded to his advances by moving back against him and laying her head back against the shoulders of the man who had so suddenly brought her feelings of sexuality that excited her. Ted continued to pull her nipple as she responded to his touch and as his mouth found her neck he felt her relax completely in his arms. Cynthia so quickly had found herself moving from the chair and almost falling, and stumbling in her heels into the grasp of the man she had called stranger just a few short hours ago. Now here she was in the arms of another man other than her husband and without thinking had allowed herself to succumb to the rush of joy she was feeling. As she enjoyed his left fingers roughly twisting her nipple, he nearly buckled when his right middle finger moved her panties to the side and slipped into her vagina, so suddenly wet with excitement.

Cynthia forced herself to concentrate on the events outside of herself, she gained enough composure to move from the captivity that Ted had held her bound in and stepped away from him. When she turned she was thankful that the events had taken place in a remote corner of the club and that she hadn't acted so wantonly in front of anyone, she pulled off her shoes, excused herself, and was able to make her way to the lobby, her intentions to get quickly to her room. Entering the elevator she pushed the fourth floor button, the drink was now taking its full effect on her as she closed her eyes and leaned against the back wall of the elevator in a sigh of relief. 

The warm mouth moved against her neck, she had a vulnerable to spot on her neck and it was being worked perfectly, she moved closer to him, the source of her pleasure. Her arms reached around his head and pulled it down towards her breasts as she arched her back offering to him a path to her stinging nipples, he pulled the top and bra up together and exposed both breasts to the cool air as his mouth found them. 

Cynthia looked up and didn't know how but that she and Ted were on the elevator and he was awakening her arousal again, making her feel so hot that her body felt on fire. Ted reached over and took the elevator off pause as it moved upwards towards the fourth floor as he continued to suck the nipples of this drug fired vixen, knowing its effects were only the beginning of a four hour journey of exotic ecstasy. 

Mike was standing outside the elevator of the third floor waiting to go up to sixth floor to go over some cost projections with a colleague. When the door opened he stepped in quickly and was startled at the sight of a woman with her shirt pulled up over her breasts and her bra pulled down revealing one of the finest pair of naked knockers he had ever seen. Starting to back out and leave the couple to their privacy, the man asked him what floor he wanted and told him it was ok to stay, he gave the floor directions and stared intently at the beautiful sight before him. The woman had her eyes closed and was leaning back against the wall of the elevator oblivious to nothing except the fingers of the man who had not stopped pulling on her nipples during the whole interaction. Mike watched as she would slide down and back up the wall moaning the whole time as the man pulled one nipple then the other, he was amazed at how much she was enjoying the attention, he could feel himself began to get hard. When the elevator doors closed and began moving the man reached up and hit he pause button stopping it between floors. When he stopped pulling her nipple the woman began to moan and whimper wanting the rough handling of her nipples to continue. He then told Mike to go ahead and touch her breasts, the hardness in his pants did the thinking, he did not hesitate and reached out to touch her. When he made first contact the woman jumped as almost being shocked as Mike grabbed her knockers with both hands and began squeezing them. The man told him he was being too gentle, that she liked it rough, ordering him to pinch and pull them harder, he did and she responded by thrashing herself around like she had when he first got on the elevator. Soon he pushed Mike off and pulled her forward bending her at the waist and reached over and told Mike to go ahead and fuck her from behind. Again his throbbing hardness irrationalized his choices as Mike moved behind her. Roughly he pulled her panties to the side and pushed himself into her dripping pussy, he began to thrust himself into her depths as the man pulled out his own cock and shoved into her mouth. Immediately she began to buck hard against Mike as they fucked her.

Cynthia felt the cock enter her from behind, her pussy had been on fire from the tweaking of her nipples and she wanted nothing more than to be fucked. She groaned in pleasure as hands roughly pulled her panties aside and a dick shover into her, the instant she began moaning another cock was shoved into her mouth. Somewhere in the depths of her mind she began to realize that her husband had been the only man that she had screwed since she was a teenager, now here she was with a man at each end of her, fucking her from both directions and she wanted more. The cock behind her began a full assault on her pussy as she heard the mysterious man moaning behind her, it felt good and she wanted the feeling to last, the hands in front of her holding her head still as she willingly accepted the penetration into her mouth. Then as quickly as it seemed the whole episode had begun the moaning became one of cries of passion as she felt her unseen lover empty his seed into her womb, at nearly the same time her mouth was flooded with semen from the man in front of her, she choked as fresh cum ran down her chin.

Mike emptied himself into the woman as the man pushed the pause button and the elevator started upwards, he hurriedly pulled from her and snapped his pants up. When the elevator doors opened the man and the woman walked out and were gone as the elevator doors shut.



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Time is fleeting. Eric understood that, he understood it better than probably most of his friends, acquaintances and business associates. While Eric did realize exactly how fleeting time was, it was only when he applied that knowledge to the rest of his life did he finally find a way to true happiness. Of course for Eric, like most men his age, happiness was closely tied to sex.

When he first became involved in a serious relationship, sex was a given. It was exciting, new, wildly experimental and just downright fun, however, as the relationship matured, sex, much like time, became a fleeting thing. Always adventurous and ready to introduce new and exciting things into his sex life, Eric crossed a line and found himself tossed out of his relationship as his old girlfriend began exploring her own new adventure with the woman he brought home to share.

Confusing? Yeah, not really, but who could have predicted both, previously heterosexual, women would discover their lesbian side the very night they spent together with Eric. What could he do but quickly pack and vacate the apartment that originally had been his?

After that sex became one one-night stand after another, degenerating to a quick fling in the afternoon and then finally some groping in bars and quick blow jobs in the alley. It was all so unsatisfying until he came to understand the nature of time. Only then did he first begin to understand why the elevators at his office had operators, operators who merely asked, "What floor?" and then curtseyed and pushed a button when an occupant mumbled a number.

Only with his new found comprehension could he have noticed that there was something more going on here. Certain riders would lightly touch the elevator operator's hand and then squeeze up tight against them as they rode up to their floor. Mind you, they squeezed against them even when the elevator was practically empty.

It only took a few days before he figured out the process and early the next week he decided to experience the true reward of an elevator ride at his office building. Now the elevator attendants remained in the same car for the entire month, so Eric had already decided to ride with a beautiful red haired woman, who, because of her heels, stood slightly taller than him. She had a lovely smile, a terrific body and smelled divine every time he rode her elevator.

Not one for public displays, Eric came to work very early that Monday and quickly slipped onto elevator five. He looked at the beautiful operator and waited as she smiled and asked, "What floor sir?"

"Twenty seven," he replied. He actually worked on the fifth floor but wanted to be sure and have enough time, so he decided to ride up to the twenty-seventh and make his way back down later.

As the door closed behind him, he brushed his hand against the operator's hand, slipping a five dollar bill into her nimble fingers. Even though they were the only ones on the elevator, he scooted over until his body rested against hers. He waited as she pressed the number twenty-seven.

"When the bell rings for the twenty-seventh floor this ride is over, you understand," the operator whispered to him.

Eric nodded and then let her take his hand. She guided it up to the waistband of her shorts and then slipped it under her shorts and panties before releasing him to roam. He let his fingers linger a bit just inside the waistband of her panties and then began a slow descent through the soft, curly tufts of hair.

Imagining his fingers lolling in the tight red curls, he glanced up at her hair to enhance his mental picture, figuring her pubic hair was most likely a shade or two darker than that on her head. Noticing they were passing the ninth floor he quickly realized he shouldn't dally and moved his hand downward, finding the invitingly soft folds of her pussy lips. He moved his fingers up and down, working the lips apart and just as they passed the fourteenth floor, he felt her open up to him as his finger slipped into her warm wetness.

Savoring every millisecond, Eric explored the woman's most delicate features moving his fingers in and out and then in slow circles. He caressed soft crevasses and undulant wet folds of flesh as the light on the control panel changed from twenty to twenty-one. Wanting more, he shoved his finger as deep as he could, feeling the operator press her hips forward helping him.

She moaned slightly on floor twenty-five but when the elevator dinged at twenty-seven, she quickly pulled away from him, extricating herself from his finger. Eric quickly pulled his hand from her panties and as the elevator door opened, he felt a cool breeze over his glistening wet finger as the operator smiled and said, "Twenty-seventh floor, thank you for riding."

Eric stumbled into the elevator lobby, making sure not to brush his finger against anything. As the doors started to close he quickly said, "Thank you." The beautiful red-haired elevator operator then disappeared behind the stainless steel doors. Watching himself in the reflection on the elevator doors, he slowly moved his finger to his mouth and touched his tongue to the wet skin. 

The tart flavor was so intense he had to move over and sit down onto one of the sofas in the lobby. He remained there on the sofa savoring the dissipating flavor of the woman's pussy. It was so wonderfully fleeting. Eric then stood up and rushed into the men's room to take care of an urgent, but fleeting need. 

  



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Monday

I walk onto the elevator and push the twenty button. On the second floor, the door opens. Standing there waiting is a tall brunette. She smiles at me and steps into the car. She reaches over and presses the nineteen. The elevator begins to rise.

I look over at her. She is looking at the numbers above the door. Then she turns my direction. I look down at my watch to avoid making eye contact. When her gaze returns to the climbing numbers, I return my gaze to her perfectly shaped body. Her full chest was covered by a light-blue silk blouse, tucked into a solid black pencil skirt that ended just above her knees. Her long, silky smooth legs plummetted into a pair of four inch light-blue pumps.

I snap out of the daze that she had put me in as the door opens. She steps out, and I look at her tight rear as she exits the elevator. The door closes as I watch her turn a corner.

Tuesday

I step onto the elevator and push the twenty button. On the second floor, the door opens. Again, standing there is the beautiful brunette. She smiles at me and steps in.

"Nineteen please," she says to me. I stand dumbfounded for a split second and then quickly jam the nineteen button with my thumb. "Thanks," she says. I nod my head and smile.

Today she is wearing a pin stripe suit. Her blazer is cut to accent her curvy torso and her pants hug her backside just right. She is wearing a red blouse underneath her coat and matching heels on her feet. 

The door opens and she makes her way out.

"See ya later," she says. The doors close before my brain puts the pieces together. 

"Yeah. See ya," I get out, but it's too late.

Wednesday

I get on the elevator and push the twenty button. I feel a little anxious. The second floor comes and goes. She wasn't there today. I feel my heart sink a little. I had planned to introduce myself and find out her name.

*****

The day is over. I get on the elevator and push the one button. The elevator drops one floor and opens. Standing there is the tall brunette. Today she is wearing a gray suit with a pencil skirt. Her hair is still tied up in a bun.

"Sorry I missed you this morning. I was running late." she says as she pushes the two button.

"I'm Terance," I say extending my hand.

"Mallory," she responds while taking my hand.

"So what do you do on the nineteenth floor?" I ask.

"I'm Mrs. Roth's PA. What about you?What takes you to the top floor every morning?"

"Well, I head a team that pretty much earns close to seventy-five percent of the profit margin of this company, but gets zero percent of the credit," is my response.

"Wow, that sound aweful."

"I really can't complain to much. I get the end result that I am looking for."

"And what's that?" she asks.

"A pretty big check at the end of the month." She laughs a little and the door opens on two.

"See you tomorrow?" she asks grinning at me. I nod and smile.

"Definitely."

Thursday

I walk up to the elevator and push the up button. The doors open and Mallory is standing in the corner of the car with her arms across her chest.

"Good morning Terance," she says as she beams a smile at me. "I came early so I could surprise you when you got here."

"Well, it's a pleasant one. I can't complain about you being the first thing I see when I get to work." I shoot a smile back at her as I step in.

"So what's on your plate today?" she asks.

"Not a lot I am waiting on my team to get back to me about some new product they have been working on. So, for the most part I will be sitting at my computer sifting through files that I need to sort." I realize that the elevator isn't moving. I reach over and push the nine and ten and smile at Mallory.

"Well you sound like you're gonna be real busy today," she says with a sarcastic tone.

"Oh yeah I'm gonna be swamped," I return the sarcasm.

"So, are you going to be too busy to maybe grab lunch with me?" She catches me off guard. I hesitate for a second before coming back to earth.

"Yeah...I mean, no...I mean, I would love to get lunch with you." I stumble over my words and Mallory giggles a little. The door opens on the nineteenth floor. She steps out and turns to me.

"Call me on extension seventy-five twelve around noon." She turns and starts to walk away as the doors close.

*****

I step onto the elevator a little after twelve, and push the nineteen. The door opens and Mallory gets on. I push the one button.

"So where do you want to eat?" I ask.

"I know this great sandwich shop around the corner. The guy that owns it has been running it for the last twenty years or something like that. It's pretty good. "

"Sounds good to me." The door open and we exit the elevator.

******

The door opens and we step into the elevator.

"I can't belive you said that!" Mallory said laughing.

"That guy had a lot worse coming to him if he kept talking to you like that."

"Awe, aren't you just a big sweety." I reach over and press the nineteen and twenty. The elevator begins to climb.

"I do what I can," I say with a smile. "Do you have plans for this evening?"

"No. Not really. I was going to watch TV." she responds.

"Do you wanna grab drinks with me after work?"

"Sure. Sounds fun. I'll meet you here when I get off. We can go in your car." She smiles big as the door opens and she steps off. I ride up one more floor and get off to go to my office.

*****

I get on the elevator and push the one button. On nineteen, Mallory and a balding man step on. For the first time we were sharing the elevator with someone else. The elevator stops again on twelve, and a portly woman boards. On six, the man and woman get off. When the door closes Mallory looks at me.

"So where are we going for drinks?" she asks.

"There is a bar a couple of miles from here that I like. The bar tender is a highschool buddy of mine."

"So do we get free liquor?"

"It depends on how business is doing tonight, but probably." The door opens on one.

*****

"Wow, I can't believe you live in this building!" Mallory says loudly as we step onto the elevator in my building. "It's so tall."

"I told you I get a fat check each month." We are both soaking wet. It had started raining when were at the bar. It is getting pretty bad outside. I push the seventeen and the doors close. The elevator starts an Mallory loses her balance and falls into me. I help her get her feet back and she smiles her big beautiful smile.

"I really like you. You're nice." She hugs me. As we pass by the twelfth floor there is a sudden jolt and the elevator stops moving. The lights shut out, and the emergency lights kick on. Mallory gets a Frightened expression on her face, and opens her mouth to say something. I cut her off.

"Nothing to worry about. That's what this is for." I reach out and grab the elevator emergency phone. It rings twice.

"Hi. We are stuck on the elevator...ok thanks." I turn to Mallory. "The power is out in the building. They won't be able to get us out til the power kicks back on."

*****

It's been two hours and Mallory and I have sobered up a bit while sitting and talking.

"I'm getting really cold," Mallory says "Would you mind if I leaned against you?" I scoot closer to her and put my arm around her as she leans up against my chest. We sit sharing body heat. I look down at her. I suppose she feels my stare and looks up at me. Our eyes lock. Her brilliant emerald green eyes pierce my soul. I do the only thing I can think of and kiss her. It only lasts a second. When I pull back she looks at me before reaching up and pulling my face back to hers. Our lips lock again. I feel her tongue caressing my lips before entering my mouth. Her tongue returns to her mouth but mine follows. My tongue circles the tip of hers.

I feel her hands working at the buttons of my shirt she tugs my shirt tails out of my pants as she undoes the last button.

I clumsily fumble over the buttons of her shirt as she unbuckles my belt and undoes the button and zipper of my slacks. By the time I get her shirt open, revealing her full chest cupped by a black lace bra, her hand is deep in my pants. I push her shirt off her shoulders, and she let's go of my erection long enough to finish taking off her shirt. She reaches back between her shoulder blades and unclips her bra. The cups fall away revealing two full and percky breasts topped with two perfectly shaped nipples. 

I stand up and extend my hands to her. She grabs my hands and I pull her to her feet. In her heels, she is almost as tall as I am. I lift my right hand to one of her round tits as I lower my mouth to the other.

I circle her hard nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Mallory moans lightly. I feel her hand dive back into my pants and wrap around my shaft.

"Can I suck you?" she whispers in my ear. I nod, and she squats down and tucks her fingers into the elastic of my boxers. In one move, my boxers and slacks hit the floor around my ankles. 

Mallory grabs my rod and licks the tip. She licks down the shaft and back up before wrapping her lips around the tip and inhaling my cock. She sucks up and down over and over again. Every time she reaches the top she swirls her tongue around the head and descends again. She stops just as I am about to blow.

"Not yet," she says. Mallory hikes her skirt up around her waist revealing the tops of her tigh-high nylons and black lace undies. She hooks both thumbs under the strings of her panties, and slowly wiggles them down, kicking them to the side. Her pussy is shaved clean.

She lifts one leg and sets her foot on the hand rail. Her pink pussy lips glisten from the juices emanating from them. She crooks her finger at me. I ablige. 

I start to guide my dick into her slick slot, but she lightly grabs my chin and lifts my head so that I am looking at her. She shakes her head and puts her hand on my shoulder. I kneel as Mallory's palm gently pushed down on my shoulder.

I bring my face in close and begin kissing her clit. I lap at her juices and circle her little button with my tongue. I see her shudder, and I hear her moan as I play with her. She begins to shake harder just before she sprays me down with ejaculate.

"That was amazing!" she says. "No guy has made me do that before." she puts her leg down and turns around. "I need you to take it."

I position my self behind her and guide my shaft to her entrance. I rub her lips with the tip before sliding in. I push as far as I can and pull back out. I go in and out again and again quickening my pace with every thrust. I feel her trembling again. My balls tighten.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum." I say closing my eyes.

"Oh yeah, cum deep in me." she responds moaning louder.

Just as I blow my load she pulls off and her juices shoot all over the floor and our shoes.

"Oh my god. I know I said this already, but that was amazing. I've cum like that before, but not with a guy," she says as she turns around to lean aginst my chest. She looks up at me. I lock lips with Mallory again. As we pull apart the lights kick on.

"Well that was perfect timing," I say. We quickly put our clothes back on. The doors open on the seventeenth floor. Mallory takes my hand and leads me off the elevator.

"You can fuck me again when we get to your apartment." 



Elevator Action



Veronica is in a take charge mood now as she starts playing with my pussy. I can see the lust in her eyes. She teasingly caresses my pussy while ever so slightly playing with my clit. Enough to make me gasp and long for more. She’s not going to give in to me that easily though. 

I’m lying on my back on the couch. She slides up between my legs until she’s on top of me. She starts to kiss me passionately. Knowing how horny I get when she kisses me this way. She starts playing with my nipples – teasing them, licking them, sucking them and getting me into a frenzy.

She starts grinding her pussy into mine. We’re both moaning now. I can feel the orgasm building inside me. I can tell she’s getting close as well. We both climax at the same time. She collapses on top of me and we both rest for a few minutes. 

“That was just a warm up baby.” She says as I feel her hand traveling down my leg towards my pussy.

This time she slides two fingers into me and starts to slowly fuck me. She slides down between my legs and continues to fuck me with her fingers but now she inserts a third finger. She teases me by blowing on my clit and then I feel her tongue as she slowly, lightly starts to lick and suck my clit. Her fingers are moving in and out of me quick and hard. I’m moaning uncontrollably now. She continues to lick my clit until I feel another orgasm coming. 

I moan her name and tell her to fuck me and fuck me hard. She listens well and does just that. I grind into her face as my orgasm overtakes me. She continues to lick my pussy for a few seconds to catch all my juices and then she let’s me rest for a few minutes. 

She gets up and grabs the double headed dildo and says, “Now it’s time for the big gal to get a real work out.” 

She grabs my hand and guides me towards the bedroom. She tells me to lie down diagonally on the bed and she does the same but facing the opposite direction. She slides towards me and places the dildo at her opening and then mine. We both slide towards each other and the dildo slips into both of us at the same time. We both moan. Once it’s in deep enough, we start to slide back and forth on the dildo. I feel her pussy grind into mine as we move faster. I feel another orgasm coming on. We’re both moaning loudly now and I can tell that she’s getting close. We both climax within seconds of each other.

We both collapse on the bed to catch our breath. In a few minutes, I feel her moving on the bed as she moves to snuggle in beside me. We kiss and then drift off to sleep.

We wake up after a few hours and Veronica says that she has to leave so she’ll be able to get up for work in the morning. We agree to meet for lunch the next day and kiss goodnight.

While getting ready for work the next day, I take extra care to make sure my hair is just right and that the outfit I’ve chose looks extra special. Lunch seems to come all too quickly and the next thing I know it’s five minutes until Veronica is going to be meeting me. I am excited at the prospect of seeing her during my working day. She rarely got to see me dressed up and today was going to be the first time that she saw me in a dress.

When we first met, I was wearing casual pants and shirt and that’s how Veronica had always known me. I agreed to have her meet me for lunch knowing the real reason behind this lunch date. Her eagerness to see me in a dress. 

The receptionist called me to say that Veronica was waiting for me at reception. I quickly glanced at myself in my handheld mirror to make sure that I was presentable. As I made my way to the reception area, I was a little bit nervous. Veronica was so engrossed in a magazine that she didn’t realize I was standing right in front of her. I cleared my throat and she finally looked up. The look in her eyes was classic. Surprise, maybe a little amazement and then something I couldn’t quite read as she quickly looked away.

I said hi and kissed her and then we were off. 

On the ride down in the elevator, she was kind of quiet so I said, “So, why are you so quiet? Normally you’re a chatterbox.”

“No reason, I guess I’m still not used to seeing you in a dress.”

I chuckle and say, “Do you not like this look?”

She looks me in the eyes and I can now read the look that I couldn’t earlier. It’s a look of lust. I’ve seen it enough times when we’re making love. 

“I love this look on you honey” she says as she comes over, puts her arms around my neck and kisses me passionately.

She breaks the kiss for a minute to say, “How about I just have you for lunch instead?” Then she pushes the stop button and starts grinding against my leg. I can feel her wetness already and I know I am wet as well. 

I moan as her hand caresses my breast and plays with my nipple. She manages to pull one breast out of my bra and is now sucking on my nipple and her other hand is massaging my other breast. 

Just when I think I can’t get anymore aroused, her hand makes its way down to my wet pussy. She slides her hand up and down a couple of times and she moans as she feels how wet I am. Then I feel her hand slipping beneath the fabric and sliding into my pussy. I moan and grind against her hand. 

Next thing I know Veronica is under my dress and is slipping my underwear down around my hips. She lets them fall to my ankles. I feel her breath on my clit and then I feel her tongue. I can feel goose bumps all over my body as she starts licking and sucking my clit and fucking me with her fingers. She’s in a teasing mood as she knows that I’m getting close to having an orgasm already. She stops for a minute and uses her finger on my clit. 

She looks up at me and says,” You want more Heather? You want me to lick your clit until you cum all over my face?”

I nod weakly as I’m delirious with lust. 

“Tell me Heather, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to lick my clit Veronica, please.” I beg her.

She smiles and starts licking and sucking my clit again. I can feel the orgasm coming. I try my best to be quiet but it’s not easy. Veronica greedily laps at my juices as I climax. She pulls my underwear back up, stands up and pulls my dress down.

She kisses me and says, “That was the best lunch I have ever tasted.” 

She puts my breasts back in my bra and fixes my dress. 

“Let’s go have some dessert.” She says, as the elevator starts moving again.

I try to compose myself as we make our way through the lobby. I’m self-conscious thinking that people will know that I’ve just had sex in the elevator. Veronica is smiling happily and licking her lips.

We’re seated at the restaurant and Veronica says, “You’re quiet Heather, cat got your tongue?”

“That was something I’ve always fantasized about but never had the guts to follow through on.” I say. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it baby.” She says as she smiles wickedly. “That was just the first part honey.” 

I see the wicked glint in her eye and wonder what’s next. I don’t have to wait long as she seductively licks her middle finger and then it disappears underneath the table. I can’t believe that she’s masturbating in the restaurant. My eyes are locked on hers and I’m watching her face intently. 

The waiter comes to take our order. She doesn’t seem to be too disturbed by him as her hand remains under the table. The wait disappears and our eyes lock once again. I don’t know how she’s suppressing her moans. The only way that I can tell that she’s actually masturbating is by the way that she’s breathing. She gasps every now and then. I can tell by her eyes now that her orgasm is getting close. She suddenly shudders and I can tell that she’s climaxed. She brings the missing hand back up on the table. She extends her middle finger to me and I eagerly suck it dry. 

The waiter comes back with our drinks and just smiles as I release her finger. 

“That was so hot honey,” I say.

“That’s nothing sweetheart, I’ve got more surprises for you but you’re not getting it all in one day.” Veronica says as she smiles wickedly again. I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into but I’m liking it.



Elevator Action



We're on our way up to our hotel room in Las Vegas after a wonderful evening of gambling and music. You are dressed to kill in a shimmering green evening gown, low-cut with a high hemline, showing your legs and cleavage to their full effect. We're both anxious to get back to our room, but suddenly the elevator lights go out and the elevator stops. 

After a second, the red emergency lighting turns on, but the elevator doesn't move. We wait a few minutes, anxiously, but the elevator still doesn't move so I pick up the emergency telephone and wait for someone to answer. After what seems like an eternity, a voice comes on and tells me there is an electrical malfunction, and that an engineer is on the way to fix it. In the meantime, we're stuck in the elevator.

"Dammit," you say. "I just wanna get back to our room, honey! I need you so bad! I've been thinking about it all night!"

I move over to you, and take you into my arms. Holding you tight, I kiss you softly on the lips and then whisper into your ear "It's okay, sweetie, I'm sure they'll have us out soon." Then I flick my tongue against your earlobe and you melt into my arms, your body molding itself to mine. I bite down gently on your ear, and my hands grab your ass to pull you even closer against me so you can feel how hard I am. "I've been thinking about you, too," I whisper as my hands pull your dress up.

You gasp in shock and push me away giggling and squealing out "Not here in the elevator! Someone might see us!" I pull you back and kiss you hard on the mouth, my lips full of passion as I drive my tongue between your lips and then suck gently on them. I break the kiss long enough to say "We'll hear them coming in before they can see anything, or the elevator will start moving. Why should we wait?" You melt again in my arms, this time your hands grabbing my ass to pull me against you. 

My cock throbs hard inside my jeans, and you moan into my mouth as we kiss again, our passion overcoming our reason. I fall to my knees and push your dress up to your waist, then pull your thong down to your ankles. My lips kiss passionate trails along your belly and down towards your cleanly shaven pussy, and your knees quiver in anticipation. Not wanting to keep you waiting too long, my tongue draws its way down between the folds of your pussy seeking out your clit. Your juices begin to flow as I trace outlines of love on your pussy, and my tongue finally flits against your clit. You cry out loudly in pleasure as my tongue slides hard across your clitoris. 

My hands grab your ass and pull your pussy hard against my face as I lick and kiss your hot pussy. You grind your hips against my face as my tongue alternates between lashing your clit and driving into your pussy, the soft stubble of my freshly-trimmed goatee giving extra sensations to you. You cry out as your first orgasm hits, and I feel your juices bathing my face as I keep licking and nibbling at your clit and labia.

You moan "Oh God, please fuck me now," so I stand up and turn you around. I unzip my pants, and pull my hard cock out of my jeans as you bend slightly at the waist, bracing yourself on the wall of the elevator. I quickly slide my cock deep into your pussy, and feel you wrap yourself around me. I lean forward, my tongue flashing out to lick your ear as I slowly glide my throbbing shaft in and out of your clenching pussy. My hands run up and down your body, squeezing your breasts as I slowly fuck you. You moan under your breath "Oh shit, that feels so good" as I drive my cock deep inside you, filling your hungry cunt. 

One hand still squeezing one of your breasts and rubbing your nipple, I run my other hand down between your legs and slide it across your clit as I begin to fuck you faster. You moan louder this time at the dual sensation of my hand on your clit and my cock deep inside your pussy, and I feel the walls of your snatch pulsate as you hit another orgasm. Your knees shaking wildly, you can barely hold yourself up as I ram my hot cock deeper and harder into your pussy. Just before I'm about to come, the earth seems to shudder...with a shock, we realize that the elevator is moving again and we scramble to make ourselves decent again.

When the elevator finally reaches our floor and the doors open, we both burst out of the elevator like wild people, nearly knocking over a couple waiting in front of the elevator. Without a word of apology, we run to our room and I fumble to slide the key-card in the lock to open the door. Finally, cursing, I open the door and we fall inside and begin kissing frantically. Stumbling towards the bed, we rip at each other clothes in our haste to feel each other's naked flesh again. Once we finally get the offending clothes from our bodies, you push me down onto the bed. "You're in trouble now, mister. That was very naughty what you did." I grin defiantly up at you, and you crumble down on top of me, impaling yourself on my still rigid cock.

You whisper in my ear "And I loved every minute of it" as you ride up and down on my stiff manhood. Your mouth plasters itself to mine as my hands grab your ass and help guide you up and down on my dick. Your pussy grips me tight as you hit another climax, and I groan into your mouth as you fuck me harder and faster. My balls tingle as I feel my orgasm getting close again, and I begin to gyrate my hips up and down in time with your thrusts. 

You sit up straight, squatting over my cock and pushing yourself up and down harder and faster, so I grab one of your nipples and squeeze it hard as my other hand reaches out to take your clit between thumb and forefinger. You scream in pleasure and your entire body shakes as you come yet again, and this time your pussy is squeezing my cock so hard I can't hold back anymore. With a loud grunt, my cock spews its cum deep inside you and you jerk yourself up and down on me to milk out ever last drop. You collapse on my chest, and I wrap my arms around you and kiss you tenderly as we snuggle and enjoy our post-coital warmth. Finally, you roll off of me and whisper "I hated elevators until tonight."



Elevator Arousal



BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I wake up for a moment, bleary eyed, and glance at my alarm. 

Ugh. I punch the snooze button. Back to dreamland I go.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP 

This time I bolt upright, a mix of adrenaline and panic coursing through me.

Shit. I've done it now. I'm going to be late for my interview as an assistant for Lemonier & Smeathe Associates, the big law firm in town. Tripping out of bed over a pile of dirty clothes, I scramble to find something to wear. I throw on a blouse and a pencil skirt, clasping the silver "Alice" necklace from my grandmother onto my neck last year for my 21st birthday. I grab my purse. It's go time.

  ***

Stepping out of the cab and onto the streets of Chicago, I see the skyscraper of my (hopeful) future employment company. Fixing my hair for the thousandth time, I push through the revolving doors, entering into a large marble lobby, adorned with gold chandeliers and a reception desk by the elevators. I approach the receptionist. 

"Hello, welcome to Lemonier & Smeathe Associates, what can I help you with?" The young blonde asks, giving me a quick head-to-toe glance. 

"Um, I'm Alice Barnes, I'm here for the assistant job interview..." I reply.

"One moment." She types at something on her computer.

...

"Okay, they'll see you right up on floor 56, have a nice day," the blonde returns sharply.

"Thanks"

I walk over to the elevator and press the up arrow, and after a few seconds the metal doors open with a ding.

Entering the elevator, I rehash my resume over in my head. Fluent in English and French, graduated from UIC with a business degree, can type 80 words per minute.

Suddenly, the elevator stops at floor 23, stalling for a second and then opening. I look up just in time to meet eyes with a 6'2" hunk of guy with dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark suit. I try not to stare. He nods formally at me as he reaches for the buttons, stopping as he sees the 56th floor circle lit up. I wonder if he's going in for an interview as well. Hm, potential competition.

The steel box begins to climb farther up the building when all of a sudden I hear a loud bang, followed by the elevator slamming to a stop, as I manage to lose my balance and fall to the floor. The man quickly turns to me, asking if I'm alright.

"Oww, I think I sprained my ankle" I moan.

"Let me take a look at it." He kneels down and grasps my ankle in his firm hands. "Definitely a sprain" he gingerly rubs his warm hands across my entire foot, examining me. I begin to feel a pressure building in between my legs. Oh god, I'm getting turned on by this. 

He glances up at me, seeing the arousal in my eyes. His hands slowly go up my leg, massaging first my calf, then my thigh, working towards my ever-moistening crotch. I let out a moan as he reaches under my waistband and begins fingering myself. Oh fuck this feels good. Suddenly the elevator lights go out, and at the same time he lunges for my lips, kissing me with heated wet passion. As I hear the unbuckling of his pants, he slides my skirt over my heels, tossing it into the darkness. He whispers into my ear, "Let me see if I can help with the pain."

I moan as he inserts his throbbing member into my tight self, moaning loudly as he violates my inner workings. He starts to thrust. I start to scream with ecstasy. He grabs a breast from under my shirt, tweaking a nipple as I moan, the extra sensation driving me close. I hear his breathing grow heavy, matching with the volume of mine. I start to cum, as he does the same, bursting his hot seed into me as I writhe into my orgasm. My breathing begins to slow down, seat dripping off my forehead and onto the floor. My breath hitches as I look up into his eyes, as he stares into mine. I hear the elevator alarm in the distance, a slow but persistent beep into the dark and sweaty confines of the elevator. It grows louder, more piercing this time.

 beep beep Beep Beep

Beep BEEP BEEP BEEP

I awake in my bed panting, drenched in sweat, a wetness in between my legs.

Shit.



Elevator Blowjob



Winning a trial gives you the feeling of ultimate invincibility, nothing can stop you. Winning a murder trial magnifies that intense sensation ten fold. Today I am king of Akron Ohio. 

I jumped into the elevator on the eleventh floor across from Judge McCarthy's courtroom and quickly pushed the button for the ninth floor. The doors stalled, as they usually do, and so I began to push the close door button. Everyone knows that this never works, but it makes you feel busy. 

Just as the doors were beginning to shut a young girl slid between them. She looked to be about 18, probably just out of high school if I had to guess. She was slender and tall, probably about 5'8", with medium length bleach blonde hair. She was wearing a tight pink top that appeared to be too small for her frame. The top cut off at the top of her lower torso exposing her perfectly shaped stomach. 

As she entered the elevator in a sideways motion as to avoid the closing elevator doors she sort of turned her backside to me. This gave me an excellent view of a very tight pair of low cut jeans that had a bright red T-backed thong peeking out over the top of them. Her body really filled out the jeans as well, with a perfectly round ass that reminded you of a Victoria Secret model.

"Sorry" she said.

She had the soft crème colored complexion that only a teenager could have. Her walk was a bit awkward making me think she had not had a lot of experience moving around in the high heels she was wearing. Her makeup was a little over done but it didn't completely hide that angel looking face of hers, oh man what I could do to that face.

"No sweat. What floor?" I asked while I was also trying to catch a glimpse down her shirt. Her breasts seemed to be a perfect 34 C but by this time I was thinking I wanted to see for myself instead of guessing. After all this is my day.

"Oh, umm, ground floor." She murmured. She was a little startled by the way I was fucking her with my eyes. As she looked up at me she flashed the biggest, brightest, and roundest pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. Her eyes were the type that gave you the impression she may be nocturnal. 

I wasn't sure if she would be freaked out by me staring her down like a T-bone steak in the butcher's window but I'm sure she had been leered at before by dirty old men. 

"Like what you see?" she asked while giving me a glimpse at her white as snow teeth in a little "I'm not so innocent" grin.

"Yes. Very Much. I'm sorry if I creeped you out, it's just that you are the most attractive young lady I have seen today and I didn't get my morning Blow Job this morning so I'm a little on edge." I said as I gave her a wink.

We were about half way down on our elevator ride when all of a sudden there was an awful clanging noise; sounding as if the elevator shaft was getting narrower as the elevator itself became wider. The elevator slowly began to come to a stop. When it did reach a complete stop I began press the open elevator door button rapidly over and over again, unfortunately it doesn't work any better than close elevator door button. 

"Shit, I hope were not here long." I stated in disgust.

"Why got some where you have to be?" she asked in her "I'm a bad girl voice" giving me the same evil grin and eye nod. 

"Well, yeah I did but I guess all that's down the toilet now. Hey I have an idea, lets see if you can get me to cum before they get us out of this elevator?" I said flashing my own evil smile at her.

"Hmm... That's quite an offer. What do I get if I succeed?"

"How about I give you a big fat load of man milk to eat." I said laughing

"Your on"

"Wait a minute, how old are you?" I asked before getting myself in even more trouble than I was already in.

"Don't worry; I'm 18" she said letting out a little giggle.

She took a couple of steps toward me and my side of the elevator and like an obedient dog knelt in front of me. Oh yes I am the king. She first put her left knee down onto the ground followed by her right and once she was secure in sucking position she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and asked "May I suck your cock sir?"

"You may proceed." I said with the utmost authority.

She then turned to the task at hand, taking her little left hand and slowly moving it up the inside of my right thigh. She rubbed the inside of my leg for what seemed like an eternity before bringing up her right hand. With her right hand she began to fumble with the zipper on my suit trousers until she was able to pull down the metal tab. 

She then reached into my fly and retrieved my throbbing penis that had already begun dispensing with a few drops of pre cum. She giggled and then unleashed her lizard like tongue, licking the clear liquid from the tip of my rock hard erection.

"Mmmmm... tastes like ice cream." She let out with another sophomoric giggle.

Just before she was about to begin her challenge I inquired, "Hey, before you really get started down there I wanted to ask you what your name was. I didn't get your name."

"Oh, well what do you want my name to be lawyer man" she laughed

"How about I call you bitch girl?" I asked

"Mmm.... Bitch girl huh? Sure, sounds good."

It seemed before she had even gotten the last word out of her mouth my cock was in her mouth. The greatest thing about a blowjob is that no matter how many of them you are blessed enough to experience every time you enter a female oral cavity it feels like heaven. This experience was no different. 

On top of the amazing feeling of my penis sliding back forth over her tongue and between her cheeks, just the sight of her cute little face bobbing back and forth into my lap was enough to let me know a god must exist. 

"Look up here bitch girl, I wanna see those beautiful blue eyes of yours"

'mmmmkaaayy...." Came out of her nasal cavity as she tried to speak with my dick shoved down her throat.

"Good job Bitch Girl, now keep those eyes up here.........yeah... that's a good little fuck slut." Nothing beats talking trash to an 18-year-old girl while she gags on your tool, I mean nothing. It was already getting difficult for me to contain my orgasm, but I couldn't let an experience such as this end so quickly.

I reached down and grabbed the back of her hair. I rolled all of her blonde lochs into my palm like a shiny golden rope connected to the rear of her skull and jerked back as if correcting a dog on a leash.

"Hey, slow the fuck down Bitch Girl! You don't want me to blow my spunk already do you?" I asked trying to force intimidation into my voice.

"I'm sorry, but I thought the point was to make you cum before we got out of here. Do you want me to go slower, I can go slower Mr. Lawyer man? I'll suck your cock as soft and as slow as you like me too." She whispered, almost as if she was talking to the head of my penis instead of me.

With her hair still in my hand, I pulled her to the left in a circular motion essentially turning her around so her back was to the wall of the elevator. 

"Ouch, that hurts" she whimpered.

"Shut up Bitch Girl. I'm done letting you suck my dick. You cant do it right anyway." I was really starting to get angry. This little whore was going to try and make me cum in less than 1 minute. Fuck that, there is nothing sadder than not relaxing and taking your time while a teenage mouth washes your nuts in an elevator.

" Oh please, don't do that.... Please... please let me," she begged.

Now having a barely legal hottie worship your manhood with her oral cavity gets you hot, but when there on their knees begging to do so, it all but drives you insane.

"Absolutely not, but I'm feeling generous today. So I'm gonna' give you something even better." I said as I began to loosen my tie.

"What's that?" she asked with a bit of uneasiness in her voice, scared as to what I might do to her.

I loved it. Now she was a little worried I might hurt her. I know I never would become physical with a female, but having her a little frightened might make the experience all that much better for me. 

I took off my tie after I loosened it and stretched it out long ways holding one end with my right had and the other with my left.

"Turn around and I'll show you." I said, holding the tie up to her face.

"Okay, but please don't hurt me Mr... Be gentle." She said no longer with her smug teen princess tone, but know more like a girl just wanting to please me.

I took her two wrists and held them together with my left hand as I wrapped my silk tie around the tops of her hands with my right. I wrapped the tie around once, twice, and then made a solid and firm not. Making sure it was tight enough her hands could not be freed would be crucial for achieving maximum pleasure for myself. 

"Not too tight." She said with a voice trying to elicit sympathy from her impending mouth abuser, me. Unfortunately for her, I would be giving her a lot but it would not be sympathy.

"There you go.... you are all set to entertain me now Bitch Girl. Turn your ass back around." 

She began to turn around by walking on her knees but with her hands tied behind her back she had no means of balancing her self. It was hysterical; she looked like a drunken penguin the way she was trying to move. I couldn't help but laugh at her. 

"C'mon Bitch Girl, hurry it up. I don't have all day."

"I'm trying but it hurts my knees."

"Boo fuckin' whoo, lets move."

She finally got back to her original position with her back against the sidewall of the elevator. This time with one key difference, her hands were tied behind her back. She was as defenseless as blind baby.

"So what are we gonna' do now?" she asked with sincere anticipation.

"We aren't going to do anything my little suck tart. However, I am going to fuck the shit out of your face." I said emphatically with a giant ear-to-ear grin on my face.

"Have you ever had your face fucked before Bitch Girl?"

She was so shocked she couldn't speak; she merely nodded her head slowly from side to side letting me know that she had not. 

"Good, it's never to late to learn something new I always say. So lets get to lesson number 1. Open your mouth as wide as you can and say ah for me, pretend I'm your dentist.... Except your gonna' guzzle this dentist's man goo and blow bubbles with it." I laughed again; her face was priceless, like the proverbial deer in the headlights.

"Ahhhh..." She opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could, as if she were going to attempt to swallow an apple whole.

"Good Bitch Girl, I think you might make an excellent student."

I reached down and grabbed a handful of her gorgeous blonde hair and rolled into my palm until I had made it into a handle. 

"Look at me, don't take your fucking eyes off of me. Now stick out your tongue."

She did as she was told and rolled out the red carpet for my stiffy. I then began to pull on her hair like a slot machine lever down towards her new favorite lolli pop. My cock slid along the top of her tongue and right into her mouth like a little kid on a slip and slide. 

"Fuck yeah... fuck yeah"

My Johnson plunged passed her lips and strait down her throat. I could feel her tonsils banging around the head of my cock like a couple of tennis balls against a brick wall. This was good stuff and it only got better as she began to gag.

"Ahcha.... ahggggahhhh...ahgahhh...." were the only sounds she could make.

I could see her struggling to get her hands free, but I made sure I tied her hands tight enough that this would not happen.

I began slamming my dick down her throat even harder, as if I were trying punch my dick through the back of her head. I was getting a good rhythm, with my ass pumping back and forth stuffing her mouth and stretching her cheeks. Slamming my balls against her chin harder and harder with each successive motion.

She began to struggle with this new activity and started gagging louder and louder with each pump of my waist.

"Ahhhggggggghhhhhhh! Ahhhhggghhhhhhh..." was all that came out as she attempted to speak.

I stopped for a moment and let her catch her breath. The last thing I wanted was her puke all over my best trial suit.

"You're doing great Bitch Girl... I think I might even allow you feast on my cock again some time if you keep this up." I said trying to give her some encouragement so she would keep blowing me but keep her self-esteem at "I'm a worthless piece of shit level" at the same time. 

I jerked her head back by her hair so she would be looking directly up at me but she had no response, just a glazed look on her face as if she wanted nothing in the world more than for this to be over. The angelic looking creature that first slid into the elevator had been soiled by my nine inches of man meat. Her eye makeup was beginning to run down her face and drool was coming out of the side of her mouth. Bitch Girl or whatever her name was, I could really care less, appeared to of aged four or five years in the last ten minutes.

"Okay honey, take it like the obedient little whore you are.... Open up... that's it." I said as I once again filled her mouth with my throbbing erection. 

Again I grabbed the back of her hair, getting a good hold of my handle on the top of her head and proceeded to violate her mouth. The sensation went beyond the physical stimulation of her mouth slobbering over my penis. It was becoming more about the power, the power to dominate, humiliate, and degrade another human being to the point they are willing to do something to please you even though they really don't want to. This is the sweetest drug.

The gagging returned "Ahhhhggggggghhhhh...Ahhhhggggh" 

"That's it bitch!" I said as I began a new routine, sticking my dick as far down as it would go and pulling it all the way out, as far as it would go and then pulling all the way out.

"Spit on it!" I demanded as I pulled out in rhythm.

First she caught her breath and then "puh.... Puh." She spit on my cock and then stared at the tip of my penis as a string of saliva was connected for the top of my mushroom to her lower lip.

"Open up... keep your mouth open. Don't you dare fucking close your mouth... just leave it open and keep your eyes on me.... Understand?" 

"Yes...yes... I understand." She labored with each syllable. "It's hard. You're hurting my throat." She said as her eyes began to water from the punishment my cock was delivering to her throat.

"Quit your crying Bitch Girl... Just do as I fucking say... you got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

"That's a good little slut."

I returned to my fun, in and out, in and out with lots of gagging and spitting on her part. After a few more minutes of this and the realization that she would not stop no matter how bad I was gagging her I began to get a little bored. So as I was looking down at those deep blue and now watering eyes as my new friend slurped on my tool I decided to talk some serious shit to her.

"Man, I bet giving head runs in your family... you got any sisters?"

Unable to speak audibly with a nine-inch throbber pounding away at her face she groaned "mmhmmm."

"Fuck, you are just too cute. Lets see if you can do that while I hold your nose little Bitch girl."

I reached down and grabbed her nostrils in between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand as I still had my right hand securely on the blonde handle on the top of her head. She lasted for about twenty seconds before she violently jerked back of my cock for air.

"Guess not." I said jokingly letting out a little chuckle.

" I have two sisters." She said as she gasped for air.

"Oh yeah?" I was intrigued. "How old?"

"They are both sixteen."

"Open up dip shit... I don't need to hear about your family fucking tree... I just need you for a cum dumpster." Man was I getting mean to this one.

"That's it... try and swallow it... take it all... yeah that's it."

Man, that slurping and sucking sound that was coming out of her mouth was like pure nirvana to my ears. It felt good, sounded good, and the view was to die for. 

"Eyes up here whore... yeah you know how I like it... Man, twins I bet they're even cuter than you huh? That's probably why you have such low self-esteem, why you suck strange guy's cocks in elevators... Ya' dirty slut. I tell you what Bitch Girl when you finally get done sucking me off I'm gonna' give you my business card. You can make an appointment for sometime this week to bring those tasty twin sisters of yours so I can abuse their faces too."

She was still busy trying to take my manhood down her throat but she heard me, even though she tried to pretend like she didn't.

"Okay Bitch Girl?"

"Mmmhmmm...Ahhay." She said still trying to please me, trying to get me to finish any way she could.

"Ah yeah.... That feels so fucking good." I said.

I again stopped with my rhythmic in and out and stood motionless with the exception of my right hand. I was now pulling her head down in a steady bobbing motion by her hair on to my dick. This technique intensified both the feeling on my cock as well as the sensation of power. It also increased the volume of the sucks and slurps. 

My cock disappearing and then reappearing as I pulled her head back, her head bobbing back and forth, into and out of my crotch at my discretion. With each tug forward on her hair my balls would slap against her chin and make a little smacking noise. I liked this noise most of all.

I was about to drop my load and I knew exactly where I was going to put it.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhh... I'm gonna' cum" I said with total enthusiasm.

I pulled my dick out of her mouth with a single motion and immediately snatched it with the palm of my left hand.

"You want it bitch... you want my nut juice?"

"Oh yeah baby... you know I want it." She said just glad it was finally going to be over.

"I don't fucking believe you... Tell me why I should give it to you?" I asked trying to degrade my obedient subject one last time before I saturated her face with my warm semen.

She looked up at me with a look of confusion and said "because I want it so bad... please cum on me, please cum on my face."

"Have you earned it? I'm not sure you have earned it."

"Oh please.... I'm begging you... please let me taste it, let me taste your cum." Sounding a little more enthused this time.

"Well begging is a good start... I guess you are worthy." I said knowing I couldn't hold it in any longer anyway.

"Ahhh.... Fuck yeah.... You fucking whore." I screamed as I blasted four good squirts all over her face. The first shot struck her like a cum rocket right between her eyes in a big fat line of milky white goo running all the way down to her tongue. The final three blasts were bulls-eye shots right into her mouth.

"Open wide.... Let me see my work." I commanded.

She looked up at me with a defeated look in her eyes as well as my sperm on her face and opened her mouth as wide as she could.

"Oh yeah... that's quite a bit for a little girl like you.... Yeah.... Okay Bitch girl I give you permission to swallow it now."

The next sound I heard is one of the most rewarding in life "Gulp."

"You still have quite a bit on your face... Don't you?"

"My hands are still tied behind my back, I cant get to it." She said helplessly.

"Awe... I guess I'm gonna have to help you then aren't I.... Well I guess I can be a gentleman for once." 

I took my now softening penis in my left hand again and began to slap her across the face with it. I was laughing so hard. Poor Bitch Girl appeared as if she was going to break down into tears. After this little bit of fun I took the head of my dick and placed it between her eyes. I then pushed it in a downward motion scraping all of the excess spunk down towards her mouth.

"Suck it bitch."

In one final act of humiliation she began to suck of the remaining cum off my dick. She did it slowly and methodically in an obvious attempt to enhance my experience. Finally she consumed it all in her precious little mouth and gave one last swallow.




Elevator Blowjob



Just at that moment the elevator began to move and I quickly stuffed my stuff back into my pants and zipped up. A few seconds later the doors slid open and I stepped out before anyone could see the damage I had caused. Just as I was out the door and didn't see anyone in the hall I stuck my head back into the elevator before the doors closed again.

"You can bring me the tie when you introduce me to your sisters... Later."



Elevator Daydream



She couldn't believe it. She had really, finally been fired. Simon, her boss, had told her less than an hour before. She had worked her ass off for this corporation, but she would let it go. Her handsome boss had smiled sympathetically, but offered no solution to her predicament. She had gone back to her office in a state of shock. Edward was waiting for her.

"So what's the verdict, Kathleen?"

"Fired. The sonofabitch fired me!" She started packing up her things; she was expected to be out of the building by 4.

"Fired, HA!" Edward always did have a disgusting since of humor. He was damn hot, though. "Maybe now I can fuck his brains out without worrying about intra-office involvement" she thought lustily...Simon would be another sexy lay.  Ah, fantasies, she thought, giving her office one last longing look before heading off toward the elevator bay.

As the elevator door opened, Edward joined her going down. "I have a damn consult on 9..." They entered the elevator together and she was surprised to see Simon looking disgruntled as usual inside. "What a lovely coincidence." He muttered, pushing the 3rd floor button more times than was strictly necessary. The door closed and they started to descend. Kathleen started to make small talk, but was a bit overcome by her feelings of sexual tension, remembering her fantasies and chose instead to be quiet with these last few minutes with her coworkers.

Suddenly the elevator came to a screeching halt. A crackling voice came over the loud speaker, muttering something about "ineffectual maintenance" and "thirty minutes." Kathleen thought she heard a vague apology in there somewhere. She sighed and set down her now-antiquated office supplies and joined her coworkers on the floor.

The silence was uncomfortable only as long as Edward allowed it. "So, Kathleen," he scooted closer to her suggestively, his dusty blond hair nearly brushing her own dark curls. Simon eyed them suspiciously from across the little elevator room.

Almost conspiratorially, Edward murmured, "That skirt is incredibly becoming..." He leaned in for a kiss and Kathleen thought "why not? what the hell?" as she opened her mouth to his probing tongue. As his kiss became deeper she opened up more to him, her knees parting as her black skirt started to ride up her naked thighs. They kissed hard, wet, and she began to feel a delicious wetness between her legs. Edward inched his hand up her bare thigh and roughly slid aside her black panties, slipping one deft finger inside her suddenly. She threw her head back, her hair trailing luxuriously down her back. 

"My you're wet already; I see why they called you the office slut.." Edward mumbled against her lips as his hand worked under her skirt. Simon was watching Edward's finger moving in and out of his former subordinate's pussy, although he was pretending to not notice.

Edward suddenly pulled off Kathleen's panties and threw them to Simon, who, surprised, caught them. "C'mon, Simon, join in...she's completely hot for us," Edward said as he turned Kathleen onto her back and spreading her legs, moved in toward her dripping pussy. She eagerly ran her hands in his hair, leading him to her pulsing jewel, craving the wet pressure of his tongue there. She looked over at Simon, her former boss, rolled her eyes up to his and saw him fighting the erection that was plainly obvious beneath his nicely pressed pin-stripes. "Oh, Simon," she was almost breathless, "take your dick out and play..."

Edward murmured against her clit, "Yeah, Simon, we won't tell anyone how small it is." Kathleen and Edward both chuckled and Simon, red-faced, looked away, his raging boner still in his pants, pressing up against his zipper. 

Edward's tongue made amazing circles around her hardened nub and she moaned lustily. "I want your cock,"

"No problem, baby cakes." Edward pulled her to her feet and pressed her against the wall. She slid off her blouse, exposing a matching black bra and revealing luscious breasts, her pink nipples hard and assertive. Her skirt was at her waist, barely a belt. She was almost nearly clean shaven, just a tantalizing trail of fine hair led downward to her secrets. She raised her right leg, propping her heel on the handrail, opening herself wide, her cunt displayed to both men in their office suits. She was wet and ran one finger over her glistening lips, breathing harshly and closing her eyes languidly. 

Edward dropped his pants and stood so that Simon could get a great view. Simon's hand was in his lap, resting on his massive erection, almost like he was willing it away while at the same time gently stroking, keeping it hard. Edward stroked his own hard cock, he had grown amazingly large. He stood behind Kathleen and pushed his hard dick into her pussy, sliding deeply inside of her with slow thrusts, in and out.

Simon gave up when Kathleen murmured, "Please, Simon..." He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, rubbing his pre-cum over the head and gripping it tightly in his fist. He pumped himself in rhythm to Edward's thrusts. Kathleen could feel Edward's balls slapping her ass as he pounded into her and she loved it. Her eyes found Simon's and was thrilled to the core to see him jerking off to her fucking, sliding his hand faster and faster over his huge dick. She gripped the handrail, spreading her legs wider, wanting more. She whispered, "Simon, come here." and he stood, his pants falling around his ankles as he moved towards them. 

Edward slowed his thrusts, his cock soaking with Kathleen's juices, and pulled out, moving aside for the other man. He was still hard and stood close by, running his hands over himself absent-mindedly as Simon shyly touched Kathleen's hip. She smiled seductively, "Fuck me," and she bent over completely, turning her back to Simon and grasping her ankles. Her short skirt laid over her soft ass as a mere formality. Her darkened pussy shone, ready for Simon, her lips swollen and needy, puffy with desire, flushed with her arousal. He lost his shyness and gripped her hips roughly, thrusting his cock inside of her.

He was larger than Edward, wider somehow, and he stretched her pussy walls in a delightful way that made her feel wanton and crazy. She bucked back against his thrusts, arching her back and meeting his hips with her own. She braced herself against the handrail and Simon plowed into her, moaning, all pretenses lost. Edward was jacking off furiously now, the wet sound of his hand moving over his cock was overshadowed only by Kathleen's small sounds of building pleasure. She watched Edward's hand as if it were her own hand, and moved her own to flick at her clitoris, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger as Simon continued to push deeper inside her burning cunt.

Edward was the first to cum. He groaned for Kathleen to kneel at his feet. She sensed the urgency in his voice and she and Simon lowered their bodies to the ground. He had to pull out for a fraction of a second as Edward poured his hot seed over Kathleen's plump breasts. "Oh god," she moaned and rubbed the semen into her skin, its heat pulling her desire to higher level. She moved to her back, thrusting her bare pussy at Simon, who knelt between her knees, still erect and needy. Edward slid to the floor, content to watch the ending unfold.

Simon entered her a second time, pumping his hard cock in and out as she writhed and moaned, bucking her hips, almost scaring Simon with her intensity. His cock jumped suddenly inside her and she pressed her heels into his ass, the sharp pain sending him over the edge as he filled her hot pussy. He slowed and pulled out of her still desirous cunt and she muttered, "Fucking men..." Both men started to dress, but Kathleen still captivated as she refused to be denied pleasure. Her pussy was still wet, still shining, still swollen and red and needy, craving the cock or the clever tongue. She lay on the elevator floor, her dark hair a halo around her, and fucked herself. 

Her knees came tightly together and her hand was clasped tightly between her wet thighs, her eyes closed to the men's transfixed gaze.  Her hips started to move against her hand, building her desire back up. Her fingers stroked her inner pussy walls, slippery and delicious; her thumb moved wetly over her clitoris. She knew Edward was hard again, but she didn't care. She spread her legs wide, rubbing her whole hand over herself, squeezing her clit between her fingers. She pinched her nipple with her other hand, but than moved it down, fucking herself greedily with two hands. She moaned. She knew Simon was also hard again. She heard two zippers unzipping in unison and she smiled languidly. She contemplated bringing herself to orgasm, forgetting the men, but changed her mind when she saw their cocks brandished in front of her like offerings.

She took Simon in her mouth and Edward on her knees and rode them both until she came and came over and over, throbbing perfect around the two dicks as they both released for a second time their load into her. As she basked in the afterglow, she wondered vaguely when they were going to fix the elevator...

The doors opened and Edward gave her a confused look. Kathleen was a bit breathless in her work suit, her desk items in a box in her arms. She had been daydreaming again, part of what got her fired in the first place. "Well, Kathleen, good luck in the future." He winked and left. Simon echoed Edward's sentiments and got off at the next stop. 

As Kathleen headed back to her car, she wondered vaguely if she'd ever be able to keep a job.



Elevator Ecstasy



(Author's Note: I do not know any of the wrestler's in my story nor do I have any connection to World Wrestling Entertainment. This is purely a work of fan fiction brought forth from my imagination. Special THANKS to alwaysupforu2004 for being the coolest editor ever! I hope you enjoy it.)

It was my first time in such an expensive hotel. I was in Phoenix, Arizona on a business trip for my company. Finalizing some deals with a couple of the local companies here. After putting my stuff away in my hotel room I decided to go out and walk around a bit. I stepped onto the elevator and hit the button for the lobby. Of course the elevator had to go up first and pick up more people. It stopped just two floors above me and as the doors opened my mouth went dry. Entering the elevator car with me was three of my favorite wrestling super stars.

I swear my heart stopped as I watched Paul Levesque aka Triple H, Chris Irvine aka Chris Jericho, and none other than Jeff Hardy enter the car. The temperature in the car warmed considerably...well for me anyways. The doors closed and it was Jeff Hardy's deep voice that I heard first as he turned to me.

"Hi." He said with a smile.

I tried to fight the blush that came up my body, but lost the battle horribly. I stuck my hand out, met his eyes and returned his "Hi," though I introduced myself by adding my name to the greeting.

It was at this moment when the elevator came to a sudden stop and the lights went out. There was a collective groan from all of us inside the car. The emergency generator lights came on inside the car putting a blue glow on us. Paul grabbed the emergency phone in the car, but without power there was no dial tone.

"It's dead," he relayed to us. "Did either of you bring your cell phones?"

Both Chris and Jeff shook their heads no. He turned to me and I was already shaking my head no in response to his upcoming question. Another groan rose from all of us.

We all stood in silence for a bit, before Jeff turned back to me.

"So Rebecca, What brings you to Phoenix?"

Paul and Chris both turned to look at me too and it was at that moment that I felt like I was about to be interrogated. I took a deep breath relaxed my shoulders and spread my arms placing one hand on each of the railings going along the walls of the elevator car. 

"I am here on business. Though I am hoping to go out and have some fun after the deals are done," I smiled trying to look relaxed and apparently failing as the men kind of stepped back a little, I assume to give me more breathing room.

"So you come to Phoenix much?" Jeff asked.

"No actually it is my first time here. But it's not hard to find a cool hang out. All I have to do is follow the cute guys and I usually end up at some club having a blast." I grinned as I said it and watched their faces light up with their own grins.

"Oh really, and what kind of clubs do you usually end up in?" Chris asked.

"The ones that don't have enough seating and the dance floor is packed with lots of sweaty, girls and guys who have had way too much to drink but are still fun to watch. I enjoy it all except for the not being able to sit part. After dancing for a while my feet need a rest."

It was at this point when I realized that if we were going to be stuck in this elevator then my feet needed a reprieve from my high heeled shoes. So without another thought I stooped down to undo the straps so I could slip them off. I'm not sure who it came from but one of the guys let out a little whistle. 

"Could I possibly help you with those?" I looked up to find Jeff stooped down in front of me.

A wicked grin crept across my face as I stood up in front of him, "Sure. Where do you want my foot?"

He changed positions so that he was kneeling on one knee and had the other knee at a ninety degree angle. He patted his knee and said, "Right here."

I smiled as I realized that I would have to hike my skirt up just a bit to get my leg up that high. Doing so would give him a little bit of a peep show, but who cares. So I hiked my skirt up a little more than was necessary and gently placed my right foot on his knee. I looked up to find both Paul's and Chris' eyes moving over my body taking in every detail that they could. I took it upon myself to remove the small suit jacket that went with my skirt and laid it across the railing next to me. Doing so revealed the white short sleeved blouse I was wearing. I could feel their eyes on me; even Jeff's who had not yet begun undoing my shoes.

I reached up to let my hair down out of the clip I had put it up in earlier. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse which brought an audible low growl from all three of the men. It was then that Jeff slowly slid his hands up my thigh just to the top of my thigh high stockings. With a demure smile Jeff slowly slid his hands back down my leg to my shoe to unbuckle it. The feel of his hands on my leg made me roll my head back and sink into the sensation of his sweet caress. I closed my eyes and relaxed against the corner of the elevator car. 

He slipped that shoe off and slowly lowered my foot to the floor. His fingers touched behind the knee of my left leg, signaling for me to shift my weight over to my right leg, I let him lift my left foot up and place it on his knee. In doing so it pushed my skirt higher. I felt Jeff slide his hand up the back side of my thigh moving just past the top of my stockings to where he should have felt the edge of my panties. 

There was a definite "Fuck" whispered by Jeff as he discovered that I had nothing on under my skirt. 

I smiled and raised my head back up and looked down at him...he looked up at me and I could see the first stirrings of sex come into his eyes. Perfect; just what I wanted.

"Is she as hot as she looks Jeff?" asked Chris.

Jeff just smiled and said, "Yes she is." 

Chris approached us, and with a look asked if he could touch me too. I smiled and nodded my head in acceptance. He lightly ran his fingers up my arm and gently caressed my neck causing me to close my eyes. His other hand explored the opening at the top of my blouse. He leaned in to kiss me as his fingers began unbuttoning my shirt. I could feel Jeff finishing up with my left shoe. He slipped it off and slowly ran his hands back up my leg, his fingers playing around the edge of my stocking, feathering touches against my skin. I felt him slip his fingers inside the top of my stocking, and since I did not object he proceeded to slowly pull it down my leg, placing a light kiss on the inside of my thigh as it was uncovered. The touch of his lips on such an intimate place brought a soft low moan from my mouth. He completely removed it then returned to my right leg to repeat the gesture. Just then Chris finished unbuttoning my blouse, easily slipping the last button open, he spread the blouse open showing my upper body to the other two men.

Jeff whispered "Oh we are going to have so much fun." just as Paul groaned.

It was the groan that caught my attention and my eyes focused on Paul who was visibly aroused already, the outline of his erection pressing against the front of his jeans. Jeff and Chris guided me to the center of the elevator car. It was Jeff who unzipped my skirt and with a tug brought it down to the floor exposing me to their eyes.

"She isn't wearing any panties?" Paul turned wide eyes to Jeff who was grinning. "That means that you got a peek when you were taking off her shoes." 

Jeff just nodded his head in response. 

"Lucky fucker" Paul huffed. Then he looked at me and asked, "Did you know that he could see you?" 

A wicked smile returned to my face as I nodded yes to his question. My answer brought a devilish smile to his face.

Chris came up behind me and said "Naughty Girl" as he slipped his fingers inside of my blouse and pulled it back and down over my shoulders and arms letting it fall to the floor. His hands smoothing down my back made quick work of unclasping my bra letting it slide and fall to the floor as well. It was done I was completely naked and standing in an elevator car with three guys who were ready to give me the time of my life for sure. 

"Give us a little twirl naughty girl" Jeff said. I slowly turned closing my eyes as I felt Chris and Jeff's hands simultaneously sliding over my body.

I moaned and heard Paul say, "Fuck I wish I could join you guys!"

I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Why can't you play?" I asked.

"Stephanie, my wife, won't allow it. I am allowed to watch even participate in foreplay, but no actual sex" He replied.

I moved from between Jeff and Chris, holding out my hand. Paul looked at it suspiciously. "Just little tease. I won't touch anything that I am not allowed too" I told him.

"Hands off my dick, otherwise you are ok" "Do I get to touch you and if so where?" He asked. 

"Yes and anywhere you want as long as you don't break your wife's rules" I replied.

It was his turn to showcase that wicked grin.

I began my tease by walking right up to him and smoothing my hands over his chest, moving around his body with my right hand still sliding over him I repeated the same gesture at his back this time going down as far as his ass, I gave in to the temptation to give it a little squeeze and a light smack before moving back around to stand in front of him again. I placed my hands at his shoulders and slid them down his body as I squatted down in front of him, pausing for just a second with my mouth so close to his hard on that an easy thought would have pushed my lips to kiss his erect body, I rolled my eyes up to see him watching me. 

Fire and passion began to creep into his eyes. I switched direction and moved back up his body gently squeezing his thighs, skipping the off limits area with great regret. He placed a hand on my shoulder when I was standing before him again, and turned me around to face Jeff and Chris who were staring, both had their shirts, shoes, and socks off and their pants were unbuttoned.

"Watch them" Paul said his mouth close to my ear. His hand on my shoulder, he began an assault on my body in a way that even I couldn't have predicted.

It started with a caress on my neck followed by the feeling of his warm breath and a touch from his lips to the same spot. This made me lean in against him; laying my head back and to the side on his shoulder, giving him free reign over the sensitive area. Again, he kissed my neck following it with a quick wet lick, while his hands went down to cup and knead my breasts. His forefingers circled the very tips of my nipples causing them to harden instantly. 

My hands snaked around to squeeze his butt and pull his hips closer to my body so I could feel the hardness of his arousal pressed against my body. Meanwhile, I was watching Jeff and Chris, as they had stripped down to their underwear. Jeff was wearing black boy shorts that rested just slightly below the crest of his hips and Chris was wearing blue silk briefs. I could see the outlines of their semi erect cocks, both promising bigger things to come. 

Chris was the first to slip his thumbs inside his waistband and lower the blue silk exposing his body, much to my delight. He looked so majestic standing there, the powerful lines of his body promising pleasure to whomever he wanted to give it too. Paul kissed and nuzzled my neck, forcing me to turn and look at Jeff. The teasing smile on Jeff's face caught my attention. I watched as he stretched his arms up over his head, bringing them back down he placed the back of his fingertips on either side of his neck he slowly drew them down his neck, meeting in the middle of his chest. His hands continued their descent, following the midline of his upper body until he was just below his belly button. He smoothly transitioned to the front fingertips, and moving his hands apart, followed their own path to showcase his narrow hips. His thumbs slipped inside the waist band of his boy shorts and oh so slowly slid them down his strong legs, bit by bit exposing his body to me. As he straightened back up, my breath caught in my throat and I had to lick my lips. Jeff looked like a dark god whose power was only to please. The flat plains of his body almost begged to be caressed and explored. I felt like I was watching the ultimate woman's show. I watched as they both kneeled before Paul and me with their knees apart facing us.

They watched intently as Paul moved to a squatting position, his legs spread wide to support his stance as well as his upper body leaning against the wall. He pulled me down to his lap, making me straddle his wide spread legs, opening me to Jeff and Chris' eyes. He pushed my bottom forward a bit and pulled my upper body back against his chest. His left hand slipped between us and gently began massaging my clit, while his right hand caressed my breast leaving his mouth to kiss, lick, and nibble on my neck. The attention he was giving my body drew the moans out from deep within my throat. His fingers slowly slid back towards my opening...teasing but not entering me. My lips parting slightly as my breathing quickened.

"I want her mouth...such sexy fucking lips...I can't wait to have them wrapped around my cock," said Chris.

My eyes closed and I made small whimpering sounds as Paul gently bit my neck at the same time that he slid two fingers deep inside me. Masterfully he found my G spot and rubbed his finger over it making me cry out in pleasure. I could feel the building orgasm vaulting to the surface as I watched Chris and Jeff sliding their palms over their own hardening bodies. Watching them touch themselves, just inches from each other, set my body on fire, it was all I could stand. I dug my fingernails into Paul's thighs pushing my body up just a bit and quickly coming back down making his fingers slide in and out of me. He let me move as I wanted to, my body tightening each time I slid back down over his fingers.

"Mmmm Paul..."

"Yes...I know you feel it you naughty girl, cum for me," he coaxed. "I want you soaked when Jeff fucks you. I'm going to be licking the taste of you off of my fingers as I watch them take you," Paul whispered to me.

Hearing his words pushed me over the edge and I could feel my muscles tighten around his fingers, the gush of the release covering them....my loud cries of ecstasy filling the elevator.

"Mmmm now that's our good little girl," he said as he slid me off of his lap. "Crawl to them and ask them to fuck you good and hard. I want to hear you moaning and screaming as they take their turns with you."

I did what he asked. I crawled over to Jeff and Chris, and to Chris I said, "You want me to suck your cock or are you going to fuck my mouth?"

"Oh I'm going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours. I'm going to make you take it all," he answered. I smiled and nodded in agreement.

Turning to Jeff I said, "I want you to fuck my pussy fast and hard making me cum over and over again."

"Oh I plan to," he replied.

Chris and Jeff moved apart to make room for me between them. I positioned myself between them, spreading my knees wide to make room for Jeff. He knelt behind me, in between my legs, but sat back on his calves. He pulled me back and down to him so that I controlled the pace of him entering me. I sat up so that I was hovering just above his lap. I felt him hard and erect, anticipation dancing through his body as the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to my body. I began to lower myself down, taking him into me oh so slowly drawing out the moment as long as I could. His width made me whimper as I slid my pussy down over his cock, feeling him stretch me open with every inch. His hands seized my hips as he lifted me about halfway off of his cock and then forcefully pulled me back down onto him several times, making us both cry out.

When I sat with my ass firmly pressed to his body, his cock buried deep inside of me, Chris advanced on us and made his move. With a small caress of his finger on my jaw I opened my mouth for him. I heard a low growl come from him as he pulled me forward just a bit. Taking him into my right hand, I licked up the underside of his now fully erect cock ending with a kiss on the tip before sliding my mouth down over him. My left hand came up to massage his balls, rolling them around between my thumb and fingers. I could feel Jeff's hands still on my body. His left hand keeping a firm grasp on my hip while his right hand slid up my back gently rubbing it. I felt him lean forward and kiss the lower part of my back sending shivers up my spine. My body shook with the feel that his kisses created in me. I moaned as I worked my mouth and tongue up then back down over Chris, sending vibrations over his cock as I kept trying to take him all in but never quite making it. Pulling back off of him until just my lips brushed his tip again I pressed my lips together and slowly forced them back down over his hardness, giving him the sensation of pushing into something tight and wet.

"Mmmm do that again."

I did as he asked not once, but twice. His hands came down to entwine themselves in my hair as Jeff continued to rub my back. I purred with the feel of Chris' hands in my hair. On the second descent he didn't let me stop, he pushed my head further down his cock, making me gag as my lips touched his body. He pulled back just before it became too much for me. He used my hair to pull me on and push me off of his cock, each time taking pleasure in forcing me to take him all the way in making me gag each time. As his pace quickened I discovered that breathing was a luxury. The domination that he was displaying at my mouth exciting me even more, causing my pussy to tighten more around Jeff's cock.

"I'm going to cum in your pretty little mouth and I want you to swallow it all," Chris said.

His grasp on my hair tightened, holding my head still. He began thrusting faster, literally fucking my mouth...forcing me to take his cock down my throat as I heard him groan loudly. His cock seemed to grow even larger in my mouth until I felt his cum shoot down my throat. I drank him down just like he wanted me too. After what seemed like minutes he pulled out of my mouth and on shaky legs moved over next to Paul who was watching it all take place. Chris sat down on the floor his breathing ragged and shaky as well. "That was fucking amazing," he managed to say.

Jeff pulled me back against him and whispered, "My turn. I want you on your knees, now!"

He pushed us up and forward from our sitting position as I leaned forward with my arms out to catch myself. He pushed my upper body down so that it looked like I was bowing down, with my head turned towards Paul and Chris to let them see the expressions as they crossed my face. Jeff slowly began to move in and out of me as one of his hands slid up my back and slowly returned to my hip leaving light scratches in its wake. His hands grasped my hips a little tighter as he alternated between fast, deep, hard thrusts and slow teasing strokes, causing us both to moan and growl with the occasional whimper from me. My eyes slowly opened to see Paul and Chris watching my expressions.

"Oh my god she has the best fuck me eyes I have ever seen" said Paul, as he gave his fingers a quick lick, tasting where they had been. Just as he did that an orgasm caught me off guard and I screamed with the sensation of it bursting through my body.

"That will teach you to lose focus on me," Jeff growled, his hand coming down hard to smack my ass. "Get up on your hands, now!" he demanded. I did as he asked. He reached forward and grabbed my hair with one hand and using the other hand to push down on my lower back creating an arch and changing the angle that he was fucking me at. "Tell me...Who am I?" he asked as he slowed his thrusts.

"Jeff" was all I could say.




Elevator Ecstasy



"No" He replied as the hand that was on my back came down to smack my other ass cheek. Again he asked, "Who am I?"

Being the smart ass that I am I answered this time by saying "God?"

I felt another smack land almost directly over the last one as he said "No. When you look back on this moment, the position you are in, the smacks that have left handprints on your ass. What name will you give me when you think of me?" I understood what he wanted this time and I gladly gave it to him.

"Master," I said.

"Mmmm now that's my girl," he crooned as he picked up his pace making me cry out again. His hand still in my hair and the other returned to its position on my back. It wasn't long before his fast then slow pace had me spilling over the edge again...just a small one this time building up to the finale so to speak. "Fuck," he growled as his hand slipped from my hair and pushed me back down, both hands returning to my hips. The forcefulness of his actions sent me spiraling into that finale, cumming hard on his cock, muscles convulsing around him, my body's release washing over him. His pace quickened and this time he didn't let up, succumbing to the sensations that he was experiencing. He moaned as he spilled himself inside of me, filling me with his cum. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out of me, turning me to face him. He placed a soft lingering kiss on my lips.

"You are incredible! Mmmm I want to keep you with me. Would you let me keep you?" He asked.

"Is he serious?" I asked looking at Chris and Paul.

They both nodded their heads yes. At the obviously confused look on my face Chris explained. "Jeff is probably the only guy who isn't married, but doesn't indulge in the women who claim to be his biggest fans 'groupies,' and to my knowledge has only had one other girl stay with him as a constant companion. As a side note she left him for one of her ex's."

My only thought to that remark was that she was insane!

"And right now I have never seen such a complete look of happiness on his face since that girl," said Paul.

I glanced back at Jeff who was still awaiting my answer. "I truly make you that happy that you would want to keep me with you no matter where you traveled too?" I asked him.

"Definitely" he replied. A thought hit my mind and it brought a smile to my face.

"Uh oh...she has that smile on her face again" said Chris.

I nodded and said, "On one condition, that if you choose to share me it is only with Chris and if Paul wants to watch then he can. But under NO circumstances will you give me to anyone else."

"Agreed," said Jeff. He looked at Paul and Chris, "If it's ok with you guys?"

Together they nodded and said "Of course" and "for sure" in unison.

"Then it's all settled," I said.

We got up and dressed...Jeff and I using the wet wipes I had in my purse to clean up. Just as I got my hair back in its clip we heard the power surge back on and the elevator began to move again.

"Do you have business to attend to right now?" Jeff asked.

"Nope I was just going out for a walk."

"Good then you can come to lunch with us and keep the crazy fan girls away," he smiled. 

"So am I supposed to act like all three of you are mine?"

"Yes," Paul said.

"Done," I said.

With that the elevator doors opened and we walked out looking like an entourage that had just been doing something naughty. Many people stared at us as we walked through the lobby and out of the hotel doors. Paul caught us a cab and we all piled in...Him in the front, Chris, Jeff, and I in the backseat. It was then that I reflected that today was going to be a great day!

To be continued...

End Chapter One 



Elevator Encounter



After an especially rough day at work, the very last thing I expected was incredible sex with a gorgeous stranger. And the very last place I expected it was in my office building... 

I boarded the elevator along with a few other employees from various offices on the eighteenth floor. That Monday, I'd dealt with every angry person on the planet - clients, bosses, coworkers - and I desperately need to unwind. I was so on edge that when the elevator stopped on the very next floor I felt myself getting unreasonably irritated. Christ, would this day ever end?

Then the doors opened and she stepped in.

To call her beautiful wasn't enough. Soft, sultry shoulder-length hair framed a stunning pair of hazel eyes. And speaking of stunning pair... Her white suit dress outlined and highlighted every curve of her tall, hard body. She looked around the elevator with a sly smile and took a spot right in front of me. As she stood facing forward in the crowded elevator, I couldn't help but notice that the soft slope of her firm ass - barely hid by the short skirt - was teasingly close to my crotch. The elevator stopped again, and as more people boarded she was pushed up against me, her ass cheeks hitting square on my hardening dick. Embarrassed, I tried to pull away, but to my amazement she only pushed closer. 

The feeling of her ass against me was overpowering. She pushed into me rhythmically, massaging my cock. I wondered if anyone noticed - if they did, they gave no sign. The doors opened at the ground floor too quickly. I didn't want this to end. All the other suits piled out, heading toward the parking garage, but she stayed pressed against me. The doors closed, leaving her and I alone. I was so incredibly horny, and I could tell from her flushed neck that she felt the same. Back still towards me, she pulled her breasts out of her dress and pulled my hands over them. She moaned as I fondled her nipples. Then she reached back and pulled her skirt up over her waist. She wore no panties and had no tan lines. She bent forward and leaned against the elevator wall, pushing random floor buttons to keep the elevator from stopping. 

I ran my hand over her clean-shaven pussy. Her lips and clit - perfect, like out of a magazine - were warm and soaking wet as I rubbed them with my fingers, spread them, and thrust my aching cock inside. She was tight but so wet and slippery that I was deep inside her instantly. My hands found her luscious tits, and I massaged them as I watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy. She reached down between her legs, and I could feel the movement of her fingers rubbing her clit. She gasped, moaned, and her back arched as she came loudly. I couldn't hold on anymore. I grabbed her ass with both hands and thrust forward, coming deep inside her.

I never saw her again. For days - no, weeks - I looked for her every time the elevator opened. Maybe she was a client of one of the attorneys on the seventeenth floor. Maybe she was one of their wives. Whoever she was, I will always remember her looking as she did when she left - tousled, flushed, and unbelievably sexy.



Elevator Encounter



Smita looked at her reflection in the glass door while waiting for the elevator. The 25-year old law student looked good tonight. Her long dark hair hung freely over her shoulders. She was wearing a short black skirt with sheer thigh-high stockings no more than a few inches higher than the hem of her skirt. She preferred wearing garter belts and stockings opposed to pantyhose. Her sexy slip-on heals did little to increase her 5'2" height. Her white blouse was comfortably snug, and she noticed in her reflection that the thin material of her blouse and bra did little to hide her erect nipples on her perky 34 C breast. "Damn air-conditioning." She mumbled, feeling the chill air from the vent above her blowing down, causing the 'alert' status of her nipples. 

Smita looked from her perky tits to her face in the glass reflection. She was very pretty; Her family came from India, and Smita had inherited all the right features from her parents to provide her with an attractive and exotic appearance. Her dark brown, almost black, eyes captured the attention of most men at once. In fact, she had rejected a handful of invitations to go out with some of the men here during the past several days. It wasn't that Smita wasn't interested; she found many of the men very attractive. But she was a law student who had lucked into an opportunity to work as an intern for a local law firm during this weeklong legal convention near her home. So she didn't want to take a chance of messing things up by dating someone here. Plus, she wasn't interested in having a one-night stand. 

Smita had dated several times but had only had two serious boyfriends. It had been a while since she had slept with someone and she had to admit that the temptation was there, seeing all of the attractive men in the hotel. With this being the last night of the convention she had decided to stay afterwards to attend one of the many parties going on at either the lobby or second floor levels. 

But Smita had forgotten about a brief that she was assigned to take care of. She had left it in the conference room before going downstairs and it absolutely had to be postmarked before midnight or else Smita would be in serious trouble both at her internship and with her professor. So after enjoying the evening she had raced back upstairs to find the brief, and was now impatiently waiting for the elevator to take her back downstairs. Smita had thought about taking the stairs. This elevator had broken down several times during the week and was notoriously slow. But it was a little used glass elevator that provided a full view of the lobby and lounges of the hotel. It matched one on the opposite that went to rooms. This one only went half as high since it covered only that portion of the hotel where the conference and banquet rooms were located. So at night it was hardly ever used. Smita could take the steps or the other elevator in the back, but this would probably be her last time looking over the splendor of this lobby so she decided to wait and enjoy it.

Finally the elevator arrived. Smita was surprised to find two men riding the elevator down. She had thought herself to be the only person on this side of the building. Both men were tall; the first was well dressed in blue slacks, shirt and tie. He had well groomed brown hair and glasses, looked to be in his early thirties and stood, Smita guessed about 6'2". The second was about two inches taller and was dressed in khaki pants and a blue polo shirt. His hair was a little longer and he wore a mustache. Both were well built with average faces. Smita guessed that they might be brothers from the strong resemblance in their features. She stepped onto the elevator, seeing both pair of eyes looking her over, stopping long enough to take in the view of her protruding nipples. She ignored their glares and entered beside them. She could tell at once that both men had been drinking, the taller of the two still held a near empty plastic cup of beer in his hand, but they looked and acted professional enough that she had no concern and greeted them with a friendly smile and a "Hello."

Jim and Jeff enjoyed the sight of the pretty woman getting on the elevator. Jeff, the taller and three years younger of the two would have been aroused by her even if her nipples weren't on display. But when she spoke, her sexy voice started the blood flowing to his cock right away. Both Jim and Jeff worked in the legal field and had spent the week at the convention. Jim had even seen Smita two or three times and, like his younger brother, found her rather attractive. Neither man had difficulty getting women. They looked good, made good money, and word easily got around about the large dicks the two of them had. But recently they both had begun pushing the envelope when it came to sex. The two of them had been drinking and were wandering around the hotel just hoping to find someone to satisfy their urges tonight. 

The elevator began to move. Smita looked out over the lobby, seeing the people across the way and in the lobby below. She smiled to herself thinking of the number of stories she had heard about this very elevator. It had gained a reputation at one time for being a place for people to have daring public sex. That was one of the reasons the hotel began shutting it down at nights, so they wouldn't have to keep monitoring it. But when conventions came to town they left it on to accommodate those using the conference rooms. 

The elevator jerked to a halt, nearly causing her to stumble into the glass wall.

"Looks like this thing is stuck again." Jim said.

Smita turned to face them, "Not again. I hope it gets working soon, I really have to get to the post office before it closes."

"You gotta go? I need to find a restroom soon." Jeff said before finishing his beer.

"Maybe you'll just have to go in that cup." His brother said.

"Not a bad idea." Jeff said, and he began unzipping his fly. "You don't mind, do you?" He said to Smita.

Smita did mind; she had no desire to see this man take a piss in front of her. But before she could object his hand began pulling out the biggest penis she had seen in her life. It was semi-erect and was already over six inches. The few she had experienced before averaged about five. As he began pissing in the cup before her she found it impossible to take her eyes away from it. Not out of arousal, but shock that this man would dare to do this in front of her. As she watched the sight before her she failed to notice Jim throwing the hold switch, securing the elevator in place even if it came back on.

"Damn, Jim, look how hard her nipples are now." Jeff said, shaking his cock softly as he shook the last of his urine into the cup. Smita blushed and held the envelope containing the legal brief up in front of her chest. "Which one of us do you think has the bigger dick?" Jeff asked her.

Smita's jaw dropped. "You're a sick bastard." She said. She looked out the window to see if there was anyone across the way or down below that she could wave to for help. But no one was looking this way, and shouting would do no good. The noise from the clubs around the lobby would drown out anything that might make it through the thick glass wall of the elevator.

"Let's see what those titties look like." Jeff said to his older brother as he sat his cup, half full or piss, by the door. 

"No, please." Smita begged as the two men approached her. The sight of Jeff's growing dick protruding out of his pants filled her with fear. She backed against the glass wall, holding the envelope before her as if it would shield her from their advance. Jeff grabbed her first. Smita struggled but he managed to get behind her and pull her arms behind her back. He locked one leg around her right leg and held tight while Jim began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. Most came undone easily, but the bottom two were ripped off in his haste. He pulled her shirt open revealing her white lacy demi-cut bra. Jeff pulled her shirt back over her arms as she struggled and the two men worked together to unfasten the bra, then pull her arms up and yanked both the shirt and bra off over her head. Smita looked out at the distant people; unable to believe that this was happening with such a crowd of people so nearby to see if they would only look. Then she thought that, given the reputation of this elevator, would anyone even do more than watch, thinking that this was just another consensual encounter on the now legendary lift.

"Both men began fondling her tits. Jim toyed with the small black mole near her left areola before leaning forward to take suckle her hardened nipple. 

"Please stop!" She begged. But neither man planned to let up now.

They unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her sexy legs. "Damn." Jim said as the sight of her in just a white t-string thong with matching garter belt and hose came into view. He quickly grabbed the thong and jerked it down her legs, leaving her dressed in nothing but her garter and hose; her shoes were already off after kicking and struggling. 

Her back was thrust against the wall as both men began sucking her hardened nipples while their hands struggled against each other to caress and poke at her trimmed, black-haired pussy. She gasped as a finger poked between her lips invading her tight pussy.

"Let me go!" She demanded.

"Stick something in her mouth and shut her up." Jeff said. Jim promptly stood up and unfastened his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. As he dropped his boxer shorts Smita's eyes went wide at the sight of his fully erect 9-inch cock. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward, shoving his thick cock into her face. "Suck it." He demanded.

Smita tried to resist, but eventually gave in, opening her mouth and allowing his to ram his rod into her mouth. She loved giving head, but her mouth strained to take Jim's cock. He held her head tightly and fucked her face, driving his cock deep into her throat.

While Jim was fucking her face, Jeff crawled between her legs, sitting beneath her in such a way that he could easily bury his face in her pussy. He held her legs tightly and began licking her twat. Smita blushed furiously as she felt her juices begin to flow as his tongue massaged her clit. She tried to ignore the stimulation as he continued licking her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the people across the way and wondered if any of them were watching her being taken by these two men. 

Smita felt her body betraying her as her pussy began responding to Jeff's tongue. She fought the urge to enjoy what was happening. Smita had often fantasized about being raped, but now that it was happening she wanted nothing to do with such fantasies. 

Jim moaned as he banged his cock into her mouth. Smita could taste the salty pre-cum dribble onto her tongue and tried to pull her head away. Then Jim's cock began to spasm. He thrust once and she felt the first blast of his cum launch into her mouth. She gagged instantly, and then felt his cock withdraw from between her lips. She immediately spat the contents of her mouth to the floor, and then felt her face splattered as Jim jerked his cock, shooting his cum directly into her face. His left hand was wound tightly in her hair preventing her from pulling back or turning to avoid the sticky fluid bathing her pretty face.

When Jim pulled away Jeff shoved her back against the glass wall once again. He quickly rose to his feet and Smita wondered when he had removed his pants. She was shocked at the size of Jeff's cock. She had thought Jim to be big at 9-inches. But Jeff was at least 10-inches and his circumference equaled her wrist. 

Jim grabbed her right leg and raised it high, forcing her to stand on her left foot and lean against the glass wall. Her wet cunt was fully exposed as he stepped between her legs and placed his cock against her hole. What was intended to be a cry of protest turned into a gasp as his cock slammed into her pussy. Smita couldn't believe that he could fit completely inside of her. Worse, with his height and her shorter legs there was little she could do but rest completely on his rod, her belly firmly against his as his cock banged against her insides. As he began thrusting his full shaft in and out of her Smita became fully aware of the fact that not only could anyone across the way see her getting fucked. But anyone standing below would be able to look up and have a perfect view of Jeff's cock fucking her pussy with her legs spread as they were.

With her back against the wall and Jeff pounding her cunt, all Smita could do was look over his shoulder at Jim, who was stroking his cock in satisfaction watching his brother fucking her. Seeing his cock beginning to grow again reminded her of the drying cum that still clung to her face.

Jeff was driving his pole straight up into Smita's pussy, lifting her to her tiptoes of her left foot with each and every thrust. In this position, every time he drove inside her caused her clit to rub up against his shaft and crotch over and over again. Smita could feel the stimulation growing inside her. Her back and ass banged against the glass wall reminding her of the nearby people, and she could not take her eyes off of Jim who was still stroking his cock watching her rape. But with each thrust everything around her began to fade and the unwanted desire growing between her legs was taking over. She found her body responding many times by trying to fuck back against Jeff's massive cock. She would make herself stop only to catch herself responding again. Smita clenched her teeth trying to fight off the growing climax, but it was no use. She had never experienced a cock this size and Jeff was giving her one hell of a good fucking whether she liked it or not. And despite her unwillingness, her body was liking it. Then Smita lost control. She gasped loudly and her body began jerking about on the cock impaling her as her orgasm began. 

"Oh yes, she's cuming!" Jeff said, increasing the pace of his fucking, which only drove Smita farther over the edge. Her climax was powerful; making it all the more difficult to try to stop herself once it had died down. Then she heard Jeff grunting and felt his cock swelling inside her.

"No, don't cum inside me." She said, but Jeff just snickered before announcing his own climax with a soft moan. As he slammed his cock even harder into her she could feel his cum launching deep inside her. Jeff leaned harder against her, pounding her hole until he felt the last drop of his cum release inside her. 

He pulled out of her cunt, pushing her down onto her knees before him. Smita was relieved to take the pressure off of her left leg, then realized what he had in mind. Being too humiliated to resist any more she opened her mouth and accepted his giant pecker into her mouth. She could taste the mixture of her own pussy with the remnants of his own cum as she sucked his cock. As she sucked it began to stiffen once more. 

"Let me have her pussy." Jim said.

Jeff pulled Smita back to her feet. He stood behind her and held her as Jim stepped between her legs and shoved his cock into her already used pussy. Then she cried out in alarm as she felt Jeff's cock pressing between her butt cheeks.

"No, please, not there." She begged.

Smita had never allowed anyone to fuck her ass. She once let her boyfriend try to stick his finger up there. But after making it to the first knuckle she insisted that he pull out. There was no way that she could take Jeff's cock up there. 

Jim and Jeff pinned her between them as Jeff pressed hardened against her tiny puckered hole. She screamed out as his cock began breaking through. The pain became more intense as both cocks pressed inside of her. She could feel the two huge cocks rubbing on either side of the flesh inside her. Her toes could barely touch the floor as the two thick poles held her aloft as the brothers began fucking her from both sides. Smita's head rolled from side to side as the twin fucking increased. The pain diminished, only to be replaced by another growing orgasm. Smita jerked about on their cocks as her body betrayed her a second time. Smita climaxed as the two men ravaged her. The fucking continued for several more minutes, and Smita found herself orgasming again, then Jim groaned as he thrust his seed into her pussy. He held her still, with his cock remaining inside her as Jeff pounded her ass for a few minutes more before he came, shooting his load deep into her asshole. Then both men gradually pulled out of her. Smita dropped to the floor, her body too tired to do anything else after such a fucking; her three orgasms had exhausted her as well. She remained silent, watching as the two men dressed.

Then Jim threw the switch into the on position and the elevator jerked to life. Smita quickly grabbed her skirt and blouse and dressed herself, not wasting her time on the thong and bra. As the door opened on the first floor she grabbed her undergarments, along with the envelope that had caused her to be here in the first place, and rushed out of the elevator behind them. She headed for the exit thinking that she still had time to make the post office before it closed, and tried her best to ignore the satisfied tingling afterglow of her orgasms as she left the building. 



Elevator Encounter



It was a just a normal day in the life of Sarah. Sarah lived by her schedule and nothing came in between her and her routines. She dressed very classic business and always put her long hair up in a bun. She wore her makeup very sparingly and always mindful to never give off the wrong impression, for that's what proper ladies do. Her mom had always made sure that Sarah knew what proper ladies do and how horrible it was to be classified as anything but.

Sarah was ending the last 20 minutes of her normal daily business. She worked at a prestigious law firm in downtown Dallas. She didn't have much of a social life growing up so she relied on her love of knowledge to keep her company. Everyone was abuzz with the excitement of tomorrow night's Halloween party at Jay's house. She just didn't get it. She couldn't understand what all the hype was about. She had more important things to attend to, like the case she was preparing for. She packed several large files into her briefcase, secured her laptop in it's bag and headed for the door. She bowed her head and rushed out of her office. She didn't want to get caught in another confrontation like last year. Everyone wanted to know why she wasn't coming to the party and why she never did anything fun. "I do lots of fun things!" she bantered. Her response was met with a room full of laughs. She definitely didn't want to relive that moment as she quickened her pace towards the door.

She escaped without anyone noticing and headed for the elevator. She quickly moved inside without paying much attention to her surroundings. As the elevator doors closed she became fully aware that she was not alone! Staring at the floor her gaze moved to the large, furry feet on the other side of the tiny space. She couldn't help but begin the journey upwards to find that she was standing next to a man, well; one could only presume it was a man, in a gorilla costume. He smiled and nodded his head. Sarah responded in her own typical way, batting her eyes shyfully and looking away, lowering her head to once again stare at the floor. A laugh bellowed from the fuzzy being next to her and he reached out to push a button. Suddenly the elevator stopped in mid floor. Painfully aware of her heart quickening, Sarah panicked. She moved to the farthest corner of the small space and faced him. Trying to pull from every ounce of strength she had, she finally squeezed out "What do you want?" in a quiet voice.

As the man chuckled to himself, he watched her squirm in her fear. He felt himself become quite aroused at this new found power. Within his suit, he could feel his heartbeat quicken and the blood rushing to his groin. His breath became deeper and more centered as his eyes fixed on her every movement. He watched her breasts rise and fall quickly, trembling beneath her silk blouse. Her legs were crossed and nervously grinding against one another, enhancing his pleasure. He stepped towards her, not sure what to make of this tantalizing excitement. Again, he took another step. The fear in her eyes bothered him slightly, but the overwhelming feeling in his briefs, the surge of raw adrenaline and testosterone overcame his moral beliefs. He reached out and placed his right hand around her neck, squeezing slightly. His left hand parted her knees and trembled with excitement as she let out a small scream. His right hand twisted around to the back of her neck, pulling her hair from the nicely kept bun. He tightly held her by her hair and jerked her neck, exposing her beautiful neckline to him. He bent down and began to rub his mask along her neck, her cheek and back down towards her breasts. His left hand glided masterfully up her skirt and parted her legs. With one quick and strong movement he ripped her panties off and brought them to his face. He smelled them as if smelling a fine wine, the aroma satisfying his need momentarily. His eyes fixated on her with an intensity she hadn't seen before and he returned his hand to her thighs.

Scared of what this man might do to her, Sarah unseemingly found herself aroused by this situation. She was always a good girl and the thought of doing something absolutely sinful delighted her, if only momentarily. She allowed herself the freedom, in this moment only, to relax and enjoy the tightening around her thigh. His hands were strong. This was intensified by the plastic and fur covering the glove of the gorilla outfit. The fingers were longer and thicker, hard plastic encased the fingers of the man inside. She could feel him moving more intently up her leg, parting them as he leaned into her. To his surprise, he found her very well lubricated. She let out a breath of excitement and fear combined as he parted her and inserted a hardened plastic, fur lined finger inside her. Using his right hand, he released her head and ripped at the front of her shirt, exposing her breasts to him. 

In amazement to herself, Sarah reached up with both hands around the back of his neck and squeezed, arched her back and wrapped her right leg around his waist. Not missing his cue, the masked man grabbed her around the waist, picking her up and setting her rear on the chair rail. Pulling at her skirt from behind, he maneuvered it up over her hips, exposing herself fully to him. Their eyes burning with passion for one another, he dropped to his knees, burying his fur filled mask in her pussy. Shaking with sheer adrenaline and moaning with excitement, he sent her into a climax like she had never known. Her grip tightened around his fur. Sensing her desire for him, he joyfully took his covered hand and began to manipulate his fingers inside her. She could not contain her pleasure any longer and cried out in ecstasy! 

The stranger laughed with satisfaction as he stood up against her, caressed her cheek, and slowly lowered her to the floor. He helped to straighten her clothes and hair then leaned in and kissed her forehead. "My dearest Sarah, Happy Halloween!" Almost in a fog, Sarah fought to regain her composure. In an instant, the door opened and he was gone. The door closed again and she was left with only her thoughts. She laid her head back upon the wall, closed her eyes and let out a breath of pleasure and fulfillment. As a smile encompassed her lips she whispered aloud, "Happy Halloween!" From this day forward, Sarah would never be the same!



Elevator Fantasy



Rachel was always there in my thoughts. I was utterly bedazzled by that first glimpse of her long legs, her trim waist, her wonderfully formed breasts, her teasing smile and her sensuous lips. I thought of her during every waking moment. A glimpse of her at the office was the highlight of the day.

There was the time in the elevator. I was crushed against the back wall when she entered from a different floor. She stood near the front of the compartment, facing the doors. This time the jeans were gone, replaced with a smart, tight, black business dress and high heels. I was faintly aware of her scent as she entered, a fragrant, sweet smell, the distinctive smell of a woman. I craned my neck to get a better glimpse of her and drank in the delicious profile of her breasts straining against the crisp white cotton of her shirt.

The elevator nearly emptied at the next floor and she moved back into the small enclosure, turning slightly, but still without noticing me. I saw the trim, shapely figure again, the stocking-clad legs as inviting as they had been at that first brief meeting. 

The other people alighted from the elevator at the next floor and my heart thumped with the recognition that only she and I remained. Rachel and me! Alone. My mind raced with fantasies of elevator fun. I imagined her turning to me, one hand reaching for the stop button as the other ripped her shirt apart. I saw a button tear and drop to the floor. It bounced, spun and then settled cheekily in the corner. She stood there, a black bra encasing those lovely tits, her hand lightly caressing one breast, a single finger drawing itself along and around the shape of her mound. 

I felt my cock harden, saw that smile again, and watched as her moist red lips formed a silent greeting. She stepped toward me, her tits crushing against my chest, one leg snaking its way up my side. Involuntarily, I moaned, simultaneously aware of her delicious scent and of her touch, so feminine, delicate, but also wanton. Her leg was rubbing against mine, her hands were on my face, soft, insistent, demanding. 

Our lips met at last. Our tongues played with each other. She lightly bit on my tongue and I moaned again, my arms now clasped around her body, my hands roaming down her back, searching for her ass. I pulled her to me, my erection now hard and throbbing. Rachel thrust her pelvis into me and we ground against each other, our breaths shortening, our gasps growing louder.

The taste, oh the taste! I drank in the nectar of this woman, licking my tongue along her lips, darting into her mouth, running along her teeth, wrestling with her tongue. Her lips replied in kind, pressing themselves to mine, frantically seeking to explore every inch of my mouth. One of us would withdraw momentarily, running our tongue along the lips of the other before darting back to the mouth.

Our hands were roaming urgently now, mine pulling at her shirt, hers rubbing my crotch and tugging at my zipper. “Fuck me,” she commanded into my ear. “Fuck me here, fuck me hard.” At this brazen command, her hands reached my cock, tugging my briefs aside, reaching in, wrapping around the length of my shaft, embracing the throbbing hardness. I found the zip on her skirt, lowered it and reached into her pants. I ran my hands around from her ass, along the sides of her hips and to the front of her taut young body. A vague awareness of the silky feel of her panties joined with the delight of pulling at the string bands that clung to her waist. The smooth, firm contours of her body melted into my hands as I reached her pussy. 

I firmly ran a finger along the top of her cunt, seeking out her clit and savouring the sensation of her soft fur. By now she had pulled my pants down and was manipulating my cock with one hand whilst the other fondled and squeezed my balls. Cupping my hand across her pubic area, my middle finger found her hole. I hesitated but a second, then realised she was utterly wet. My finger slid into her cunt and she screamed out, “oh fuck!” She was warm and wet and I easily slipped a second finger in, then a third, and began to finger fuck her pussy. She stopped pleasuring my cock and leaned back against the wall of the elevator, her head high, her beautiful jaw-line atop that lovely neck, her hair crushed against the wall, a few strands straying down her forehead and over her nose. With my other hand, I tugged at her black, lacy bra, exposing one tit. Her nipple was hard and I lowered my mouth to suck and bite it, pulling it firmly, but gently and rolling my tongue around it before letting it go and then sucking on her breast and kneading the soft, firm flesh.

Recovering her sense of purpose, she moved both hands to my face, pulling it to within an inch of hers. Our eyes met in total lust and I saw her eye-lashes up close. They were dark, groomed, so sexual. She rained kisses upon my face, all over my mouth, my cheeks, under my eyes, on my eye-lids, her heavy breath coming now in short gasps as her frenzy grew. My fingers were still in her cunt, rhythmically fucking her hole. Every few strokes I had to push a little harder as she shifted and her cunt tightened like a tiny vice around my wet fingers.

She whimpered into my face, “make me cum – please – make me cum, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” I quickened the pace in her cunt, my thumb stroking her clit. I moved my free hand to her back and ran my fingers down the crack of her ass, as I used one foot to spread her legs wider. I felt the entrance to her tight little ass as my hand moved down. I stopped a second and circled around her ass-hole as she moaned again into my ear. “You fucken bastard,” she shouted into my ear as I finger-fucked her cunt and probed her ass. “You fucking tease, you prick.” She was hot now and my cock, aching with anticipation, throbbed again as she talked dirty.

I don’t know how long we were like that, she backed up against the elevator wall, one gorgeously firm and pert breast exposed like a ripe fruit, her white shirt hanging torn at both sides, her skirt half off, and me with one hand in her pussy, the other alternately stroking up and down her ass or squeezing her magnificent cheeks as my hard cock rubbed against the silky panties now resting below her cunt. Her breathing became shorter, sharper, more urgent, she began to gulp her breaths and moan as her orgasm built. Then she suddenly froze and her pussy shook around my hand as she came. Little yelps of “oh” and “fuck” and “yes, yes, yes” tumbled over each other as her whole body was seized by the orgasm. 

I looked in wonderment at her face. It was tense, then utterly relaxed. She smiled, then grimaced as the waves of pleasure spread through her body. Then there was a moment of total stillness and her face was engulfed by a calm bliss. I thought she looked so lovely, so beautiful, so vulnerable. Sensitive now, she pushed my hand away from her pussy, suddenly aware of the urgency of time, grinned lasciviously at me, and dropped to her knees in front of me. 

She took my organ into her hands and directed the head at her mouth. I gasped as I felt the warmth of her breath. I looked down and saw the engorged head of my cock entering her mouth, her succulent lips immediately beginning to suck and squeeze. And did she know how to suck a cock! She focussed on the head, sucking at it almost violently, her tongue fighting its way into the tiny hole at the tip. She would move back and forward from the tip of my cock to the ridge of the circumcised head, allowing her teeth to gently nip at the head and to drag along the sensitive skin.

I held her wonderful head in my hands as she sucked and fucked my cock. Every stroke took her further along my shaft. Every back stroke was accompanied by her fingers caressing the length of the shaft. Her fingernails glided along my cock and I was overcome by the multitude of sensations she was creating. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this rate, but I fought to hold back the rush of sperm as I pulled her face to my crotch and fucked her mouth. 

“Suck that cock,” I commanded her. “You beautiful little slut.” Some of her hair fell about my cock as she sucked and then she suddenly took my balls in one hand, squeezing them firmly and sending the most exquisite waves of pleasure through my body. As she fondled my nuts, she quickened her pace on my cock and I knew I was about to cum. “You fucking horny little bitch,” I whispered at her and she moaned around my dick. That was all it needed at that point and I felt the warm rush of sperm from the depths of my groin into the tip of my cock. Every man knows the sensation, the unstoppability of the orgasm at that final stage. I exploded into her mouth, felt her tongue under the tip of my cock and looked down to see some of the white fluid dribble down the side of her mouth onto her chin.

I took hold of my cock and stroked the shaft firmly. As my fist masturbated my spurting dick, she reached again for my balls, this time squeezing them hard. A large glob of cum rushed out and landed on her exposed breast and she instantly raised a hand to spread it over her erect nipple. A third stream hit the floor of the elevator as the intensity of the moment began to subside.

And there we were, suddenly quiet in the immobilised elevator, except for our heavy breathing and gasping. “Are you all right?” she asked…

She was looking directly at me as the fantasy faded into the nothingness of the elevator. The doors creaked open and she was suddenly silhouetted in the light. All I could hear was her voice, a sensual, quizzical female voice. 

“I didn’t realise it was you, Simon,” she said.

“Rachel,” I said, somewhat stupidly.

“Are you all right?”

“I just need a drink of water,” I said. It was lame, but nothing else came into my distracted mind.

“Okay,” she said, not sounding totally convinced. “This is my floor,” she continued. “I have to go.”

“Okay, I’m okay,” I said, wanting to say something else, anything else, but unable to find the words.

She looked me up and down. A faint smile creased her lips, she nodded, and turned. I looked down and saw the lewd protuberance of my hardened penis stretched against the fabric of my pants. 

Startled, I looked up again, but she was gone.



Elevator Fun



As we stood there waiting for the elevator doors to open, I prayed that no one would take the trip up to the 15th floor with us.  We had been together all day and she had taken every opportunity to rub my crotch any chance she got.  I had to have her alone if only for the few moments it would take to get upstairs where I was sure the rest of our group would be waiting.  This was the first company trip that we had both been selected for and I had wanted her since the first day I met her.  We had always flirted but it was more harmless fun than anything else.  This trip was my chance to see if there was anything more.  As the doors opened, I thought we were in the clear.  No one was in sight.  All we had to do was get on and let the doors close.  I had even fantasized about the elevator somehow magically having mechanical issues stranding us between floors and all alone.  

As the doors finally closed, I turned to her as she said “So, we are finally alone.”  I hardly let her get that out of her mouth grabbing her tit and forcing my tongue down her throat the instant I saw the doors close.  She moaned slightly as I pushed her against the wall.  I moved my other hand between her legs and began rubbing her.  I moved up and toward her waist line slipped my hand into her pants and down her clean shaven pussy.  She cried out arching her back forcing herself into my fingertips.  As I slid a finger in her nails dug into my shoulders letting me know I had found the spot.  “Oh fuck, baby.”  She exclaimed.  “That’s it right there.”  I continued as I moved her hair out of the way to kiss her behind her ear and down the back of her neck.  She moaned with more conviction and I felt the warmth and moisture flow onto my hand.  “Don’t forget about my tits.”  She reminded me as I slid my other hand up her shirt and bra squeezing her nipple between my fingers.  I looked up to see we were half way there and I wanted her to cum once more.  As I increased the pressure of my massage, I noticed he knees begin to weaken.  As I moved my hand up and down her wet pussy, she climaxed again, this time calling out and shoving her hand down my pants grabbing my now throbbing member.  

As she moved down caressing my balls in her hand and stroking my cock from the base to the tip,  I could feel a small amount of cum leave the tip of my cock.  She continued to rub the tip of my penis in a circular motion.  “Let me fuck you baby.”  I begged.  She leaned over pushing the emergency stop on the elevator panel.  “How long will it take for them to rescue us?”  She asked with a devilish smile on her face.  As I reached to unbutton her pants, she continued to stroke my cock.  I slid her pants to the floor as she unbuttoned my pants.  My stiff cock came out like a rocket rubbing against her stomach just above her slit.  I bent down slightly rubbing it up and down feeling the wetness.  “Fuck me right now, lover!”  She cried out as she rose up on her toes trying to slide me into her.  I picked her up at the waist, placing both my hands on her sweet ass inserting myself into her.  She leaned down biting me on the neck and shoulder.  As I moved myself in and out of her dripping wet pussy, I could feel her juices running down my balls.  I continued forcing my dick deeper and deeper into her listening to the depth of her breathing increase.  As I brought her to climax again, she wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me in.  I felt my knees begin to weaken and called out “I’m going to cum.”  She pushed herself off of the wall forcing every inch of me into her as I exploded.  “Oh yeah!”  She exlaimed.  I can feel you filling me up.  

As I lowered her to the floor moving in for another kiss, a sexy female voice over the speaker informed us that if we were finished, she would be more than happy to reset the elevator for us.  At that time, she looked up noticing the camera pointed directly at us.  “Did you know that was there?”  She asked.  “No.”  I assured her.  One little white lie couldn’t hurt.







Elevator Heat



Lance Simmons almost dropped his tool box as he dashed across the hotel lobby, en route for the closing elevator door. He made it just in time, sticking his arm out just before the door closed. The door then re-opened, and catching his breath, Lance stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 43rd floor. 

It only took a few seconds for Lance to realize that he was not alone in the elevator. He looked behind him and noticed a beautiful, ravishing blonde-haired woman standing against the back wall of the elevator, wearing an expensive business outfit, holding a leather tote-bag in front of her. She looked extremely young - no more than 21, if even that. 

"What are you looking at?" the woman blurted out in a snotty tone, glancing meanly at the man. 

"Uhh... nothing," Lance replied, turning his head the other way. What a beautiful woman, he said to himself. But if her initial voice was any indication of her personality, Lance figured, she was not the type of woman to pursue. Never before had someone sounded so conceited. 

As the elevator began to ascend, something popped up in Lance's mind. That lady looked familiar to him. Wait a minute! There was a reason she looked familiar to him. In fact, he knew who she was! 

"You're Tiffany Wilson!" Lance exclaimed, spinning around and looking at the woman in disbelief. 

She gave an exasperated look and then shrugged her shoulders. "So?" 

Lance ripped open his tool box, searching for a piece of paper and a pen. "Wow! This is incredible! Can I have your autograph? Wow! My little brother just loves you!" 

The blonde took in a deep breath, then spoke in a very demeaning tone. "Look, I DON'T do autographs." 

Lance stopped, looking up at her with a stunned expression. She was much different than what he had previously envisioned her as... 

To anyone who owned a television, 19-year-old Tiffany Wilson was a superstar. She was the marquee name on SEASIDE LODGE, a network program which always ranked high in the weekly television ratings. People knew her as Amber Sheridan, the sexy and flirtatious maid of a little motel situated on the California coast. Before she landed this role, Tiffany had made her mark in the entertainment community as a fashion model. She had two calendars out, plus a workout video and even a commercial for a mascara company. At 19, she literally had the world at her feet. 

"You don't do autographs?" the repairman asked, crestfallen. "All I ask for is one... that's all. My little brother, he has your calendar up on his wall and he watches your show every single week. He just loves you more than any other..." 

"LOOK," Tiffany repeated, now in a firm tone, "I DON'T do autographs for ANYONE. I could care less about your worthless little brother." 

Lance gave an expression of confusion and then turned his head quickly, so the famous star could not see his new look of disgust. What a fucking bitch, he said to himself. She could have told him about her "no autograph" rule in a much nicer and more polite way, instead of just being snotty and demeaning him and his brother at the same time. 

Tiffany sighed and ran a brush through her long, perfectly-styled hair, eyeing the man from behind. She hated to be in the same elevator with someone his type. "I'm a million dollar star," she told herself. "And I have to share an elevator with some lousy repairman. This hotel should have elevators for stars. After all, lots of stars come here." 

"You know," Lance said, breaking the woman's train of thought. He kept looking straight ahead, not turning to peer back at her. "You must really be a good actress." 

"Thanks," she said, squinting suspiciously at him. 

"Yeah," he added. "Your character on TV is so nice and sweet. You on the other hand, in real life, are nothing but a spoiled little brat. No one would really know that unless they met you for real." 

"WHAT?" Tiffany screamed, full of rage and anger. "You can't talk to me like that!" 

"Who says?" Lance asked, now turning around to face her. 

"Me!" she exclaimed, taking a swing and hitting him in the shoulder. 

Lance, who prided himself on never raising a hand to strike a woman, just stood there and shook his head at her, as she fumed before him. No one had probably ever opposed her like this before, he told himself. This bitch actress probably had people eating out of her hands on a regular basis. 

Tiffany reached into her tote-bag and scrambled for her celluar phone. "I'm going to call security on you!" she screamed. "You can't talk to me that way! I'm Tiffany Wilson, damnit!" 

"Look," Lance said, "let's just forget it, okay?" 

"Wouldn't you like to do that!" she huffed. 

"Yeah, I would," he told her, matter of factly. "Plus, if you call security on me, I'll get them on you too. You're the one who hit me. I did nothing but call you a spoiled little brat." 

Tiffany stopped and looked up at him, frozen. She could not afford any bad press in the tabloid media. Those nasty reporters would carve her up if they learned that she was even accused of punching someone. Her career may take a massive hit, then she may be finished! 

So, Tiffany closed her tote-bag and looked at the repairman with a confident, sure expression. "Okay, you got yourself a deal. Just don't bother me anymore. What floor are we up to, anyway?" 

Lance glared at her then looked at the control panel. "22." He turned around so he wasn't facing her anymore. He then noticed that she was apparently headed to the 51st floor, 8 higher than him. The button for the 51st floor was lit up, as was the 43rd floor button. 

Lance, a handyman whose employer had a contract with this hotel, had been sent here to fix the air conditioner in one of the rooms. He was 31 years old and had been in the repair business since graduating from college. Just an average joe, Lance wore faded blue jeans and an old t-shirt. A full tool belt was around his waist, and he carried a tool box in his right hand as well. 

Lance tapped his foot on the elevator floor as the compartment went higher and higher in the building, wanting to get away from this crass, snobby actress. He wondered to himself whether or not he should tell his brother of this experience. It would dampen his brother's image of Tiffany, whom he thought of as the perfect "dream girl". Lance then wondered to himself, would his brother believe that his "dream girl" could be such a bitch? After all, the media gushed over her. All Lance had heard was that this actress could be worthy of sainthood. He was always hearing stories of her helping children and donating to many charities. He also heard stories of how she never turned down an autograph request. "I like to interact with my fans," he heard her once say in a national interview. Yeah, right! 

Meanwhile, Tiffany applied more mascara to her already perfect face. She was on her way to a very important meeting with a movie producer, with the possibility of landing a starring role on a high-budget film. That is why she was dressed so professionally, wearing a red business jacket and a knee-length red skirt, to go along with dark stockings and black high-heels. She wore a ton of jewellery and smelled of only the finest, most expensive perfumes and fragrances. 

"Come on," Tiffany said, impatient, watching the elevator console flash the current floor. 34. A few seconds later, 35. Then 36. 

All of a sudden, the lights in the elevator went out and it came to a rocky, screeching halt. Seconds later, both Lance and Tiffany were stunned as a dimmer light suddenly filled the compartment. 

Tiffany looked around, trying to figure out what had just happened. Then it was time for her to explode. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?" 

Lance had seen something like this happen before. "Looks like the electricity went out," he told her calmly. 

"ELECTRICITY OUT?" she boomed. "They have to fix it! I have a very important meeting to go to!" 

"Calm down," he said, amazed at her brashness. She was such a sweetheart on television - at least the character she played was. "I'm sure the electricity will come back on very soon." 

The minutes passed, and the electricity did not come back on. Lance stood patiently, while Tiffany paced back and forth frantically. "Not only will I be late for the meeting," she told herself, "but I have to stay here longer with THIS." She looked at the repairman, sneering. 

"Did you do this?" she asked him, very angry. "Did you cause the electricity to go out just so you could be stuck in here with me?" 

Lance laughed, and shook his head. "No way. I think the last thing I want is to be stuck in here with YOU, Miss Wilson." 

Tiffany gave him a mean look as she shook her head. "I'm going to call this damn hotel's front desk and see what the problem is!" She reached back into her tote-bag and pulled out her cellular phone. 

"You do that," Lance said, dropping his tool belt and placing his tool box on the floor. "But I'm going to sit down and relax." 

Tiffany found out from hotel administration that there was a major electricity blackout in the city. The hotel had a backup generator, which provided the dim lights that illuminated the elevator compartment, but the generator was not powerful enough to move the elevator. 

Angry, she demanded that they get a hotel worker to climb down the elevator shaft and get her out of here. But the administrator told her that would be too dangerous. Tiffany then hung up, disgusted. 

A few minutes later, Tiffany had joined Lance on the floor, though she was seated on the other side of the elevator. She didn't want to be near him, at all. The starlet had calmed down considerably, although she was still furious on the inside for this power outage. 

"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" 

Tiffany looked up, in response the question from Lance. She gave him another mean look and said, "What are you talking about?" 

"I'm talking about your attitude," he replied, in a firm tone. "All I did was ask for one little autograph. That is no reason to blow up and explode in my face, in anger. I never did anything to you." 

Tiffany sighed, then shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just EVERY single place I go, people want autographs. If they don't want autographs, people are taking pictures of me. I just don't like it. Sometimes I wish people would just leave me alone." 

Ahh, Lance said to himself. The hint of an actual human being? "That's the price of being famous." 

"Still doesn't mean I have to like it," she sighed. "I would just like to have one day where I can go places and be myself, and not worry about being spotted or hounded for autographs." 

"Regardless of who you are," Lance said, "you will get spotted with such a nasty attitude." 

"Who died and made you King?" she snarled back. 

Lance shook his head and laughed. "Forget it." 

There was a silence between them for at least a minute. They sat still, each wanting to get out of the others' sights. When would the damn electricity come back on? 

"I'll give you an autograph," Tiffany said, in her nicest tone yet. 

"Huh?" Lance asked, looking up at her in surprise. 

"I'll give you an autograph," she insisted, her voice returning to its normal tone. "I figure we might as well get along. God knows how long we'll be trapped in here." Tiffany was lying. She didn't want to get along with him. She just wanted to shut him up. She thought by giving him an autograph, he wouldn't bother her any longer. 

"I don't want your damn autograph," he told her. 

"What?" she snapped. "I thought you did! What about your brother?" She reached into her tote-bag and pulled out a pad and paper. "Tell me his name and I'll write out a little message for him." 

Lance sighed in disgust, knowing how much his little brother would cherish an autograph from his favorite television actress. "Kevin. His name is Kevin." Lance watched as Tiffany wrote out a message on her notepad. She ripped the sheet off and then gave it to him. 

"Dear Kevin - Thanks for being a fan! Keep watching me on the show! 

Tiffany Wilson" 

Lance smirked as he read the note, noticing the huge heart that Tiffany had drawn next to her name. She should have drawn a lump of coal, he told himself. It would have fit her disposition much better. 

"Thanks," he said off-handedly, slipping the note into a folder sleeve in his tool box made specifically to hold paper. 

"DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT IT IS IN HERE?" Tiffany screamed into her cellular phone, an hour later, on the line with the hotel manager. "I have been stuck in this elevator forever and without any air to cool this place down, it now feels like a blasting FURNACE!" 

Lance shook his head and smiled as he watched her. 

"What do you mean, you can't do anything?" she hollered into the speaker. "Get a worker to go into the elevator shaft, and get me out of here! I'm burning up!" 

"Two hours!" she boomed seconds later. "Well that's just fine! I can assure you that I will never do business with this hotel again, and I will discourage any of my friends as well!" She hung up. 

Tiffany stomped her high-heeled foot into the plush carpet of the elevator. "Damn people! They now say they'll only send someone to us in the elevator shaft if the power doesn't come back on two hours. That would classify as an 'emergency' in their eyes." 

Lance wiped his sweat-covered forehead with an old rag. Without the air conditioner on, the temperature in the elevator had risen dramatically. It was a very hot day outside, at least 100 degrees. It felt that same way in the elevator, if not worse. 

"What are you doing?" Tiffany demanded as she watched Lance slip his t-shirt up and over his head. 

"I don't know about you," he said, standing up, "but I'm not going to sit here in clothes and roast like a pig." 

"You can't take your clothes off!" she exclaimed. 

"Don't worry," he told her, stepping out of his work boots. "I will not go totally naked on you. I'll just strip down to my boxers." 

"What!?" Tiffany exploded. "Put your clothes back on!" 

Lance unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down. Tiffany cringed and turned her face in disgust. "I'm not going to swelter in this heat," he told her. "Once the electricity comes back and this thing starts moving again, I'll put my clothes back on." 

Tiffany shook her head in total disbelief. Why did she have to be trapped in this elevator? Why did the electricity have to shut off when she was in this elevator? "I'm better than this!" she told herself. 

For the first time, however, Tiffany noticed Lance as someone other than a stereotypical, dirty workman. She watched him settle down into the corner, wearing only silk boxers, the remainder of his clothes piled next to him on the floor. 

Lance had a muscular frame and his body was well-defined, especially his chest, which looked strong and powerful. He had wide, broad shoulders and a lot of muscle tone in his arms. He also had a stomach which was as hard as a washboard. Tiffany even noticed that his face wasn't all that bad-looking, either. He was, in fact, quite handsome. 

But she shoved those thoughts out of her mind, turning around so she couldn't see him. "Please put your clothes back on," she almost whined. "What happens if the elevator starts up and we reach the floor before you can get dressed? What happens if there is some tabloid person waiting for me, with a camera? They could take a picture and then the whole world would see me in an elevator with a near naked man. Those nasty tabloids would come up with all sorts of wild assumptions!" 

"See this button?" Lance said, pointing up to one. "It says, 'emergency stop'. I can press it and it will halt the elevator until it is pressed again. That will give me plenty of time to get dressed." 

Tiffany stomped her foot against the floor again. "What happens if a technician overrides the button before you can get dressed?" 

"I suggest you do the same," Lance told her. 

"What?" she asked, looking back at him. 

"Take off your clothes and get more comfortable," he replied. "I can see that you're obviously sweating from this heat." 

"NO WAY!" she exploded. "I'M NOT TAKING MY CLOTHES OFF! OH! You would like that, wouldn't you!? You could go around and tell all your friends that you saw Tiffany Wilson stripped down to her bra and panties! Well, no way! I'll roast in this heat before I undress!" 

"I wouldn't tell anyone," Lance said, in a disgruntled voice. "I don't do that sort of thing. Besides, you'd be more comfortable if you took that thick jacket off. Why don't you take it off, at least?" 

Tiffany looked down at her red blazer. "Because I'm not wearing a blouse underneath it!" She turned away from him, trembling with anger. 

"I won't tell anyone, I promise," he said. "Look, I won't try anything either, if that's what you're afraid of. Don't you think if I did want to try something, I would have done so already? We've been in here for almost an hour and a half." 

"I won't take my clothes off! Ever!" 

People change their mind. Even Tiffany Wilson. 

15 minutes later, she sat in the opposite corner of the elevator, her knees curled up to her chest, her arms hooked around them. Her sportjacket and skirt, plus her high-heels and stockings, were off to the side. She sat in the elevator, simply wearing a white bra and matching silk panties. The heat had gotten to her so much, that she let her guard down - but only after Lance swore on his life that he would never tell anyone about this. ESPECIALLY the tabloids. 

Lance couldn't help but sneak a few peeks at her. She was perfect. Her body, her skin, everything about her physical appearance was simply perfect. He could tell that her breasts, though concealed by the bra, were obviously large and very firm. She had a deep, rich tan and her legs were long - lusciously long. She had the body that Lance imagined only a television starlet could have. He wondered if her breasts were real, though. He had to suppress a smile at that thought. 

Though she hated herself for doing it, Tiffany had also peeked at Lance. He had the type of muscular body which she adored. She loved the way his pectorals would ripple each time he raised a hand to wipe his forehead. She even found herself glancing at his boxer shorts, wondering to herself what was inside of them. Would it be big enough? 

She shook her head, trying to drive those thoughts away again. 

The dim lighting of the elevator seemed to cast an odd romantic feeling over them, adding to the sexual hunger they each felt. Tiffany thought that Lance was extremely handsome - Lance knew that Tiffany was the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes upon in his entire lifetime. 

Lance remembered something. He had a thermos at the bottom of his toolbox. If not so rarely used, he would have thought of it earlier. 

Tiffany sprung up like a lightning bolt once she saw Lance pull the thermos from his toolbox. She scurried over to him and dropped to her knees, then stared at the thermos before looking up at him, her eyes depicting those of a suddenly desperate woman. 

"Please?" she whined. "Please let me have a drink?" 

Lance looked at her, shocked. Was she actually begging him? This spoiled little brat was actually begging him for something? He had to hold back a smile at the realization that yes, she was begging him. After the snotty attitude she had earlier displayed, Lance thought this new side of her was rather humorous. 

"Thirsty?" he simply asked. 

"Yes!" she whined. "Please let me have a drink?" 

Lance couldn't deny her. He wasn't that type of person. "Okay, but only after I get a drink first. And save some for later, okay?" 

Tiffany watched as he guzzled some of it down. "What is it?" 

"Water," he replied. "It's warm water, but it's still water." The repairman handed the thermos to her. "Here." 




Elevator Heat



Tiffany grabbed the jug and began swallowing the thirst-quenching water down. As she did, lifting it so her line of sight was no longer toward Lance, the repairman had an open view of her bra-filled breasts. Those shapely melons were no more than a foot away from his quivering hands as Tiffany stopped drinking, saving some of the water for later. 

She jumped back, startled, as she noticed Lance had been staring at her breasts. "Hey!" the blonde snapped. "I thought you said you wouldn't try anything funny with me!" 

"I didn't," he replied, flustered himself. "But you have to realize that it is very hard for a man like me to be so close to a woman like you, who is so physically beautiful, in next to no clothing." 

Something snapped inside of Tiffany. 

She threw herself at Lance, landing in his lap and wrapping her arms around his muscular shoulders. She attacked his mouth with her own, driving her tongue deep between his lips and into his mouth, kissing him with the type of strong passion which he had never felt before. 

Lance was stunned. His hands were outstretched and trembling, as the starlet continued to assault his mouth with her own. He composed himself and then grabbed her by the shoulders, and pushed her away from him. "What the hell has gotten into you?" he exclaimed. 

Tiffany threw herself at him again. "I WANT YOU!" she exploded in lust. "I WANT YOU NOW! This heat has me so horny!" Her mouth found his again, and she attacked it with even more passion than before. 

Who in his right mind could refuse the blonde-haired, blue-eyed wet dream of every American male's fantasy, known as Tiffany Wilson? 

Lance couldn't. 

He curled his strong arms around her and kissed her with hunger and passion in return. Tiffany snaked a hand between them and reached down into his boxers to find his cock, which had been swollen since she had stripped down to her bra and panties earlier. Tiffany then groaned in lust, squeezing his hard member, knowing she had found a "big one". 

Violently, Tiffany ripped her mouth away from Lance's and then got onto her knees and leaned over. She tugged his boxers down, exposing his huge shaft, and then immediately took it into her mouth. 

A lustful snort emanated from Lance as the realization started to set in - Tiffany Wilson - THE Tiffany Wilson, was sucking his cock. Tiffany Wilson!! It seemed like some elaborate dream, but Lance was smart enough to realize that this was not a dream. It was REAL. 

He watched her blonde head move up and down over his shaft, her mouth, lips and tongue causing powerful sensations to shoot from his cock to the rest of his body. The repairman lifted his head and bounced it off the wall behind him, wild and uncontrollable sparks running rampant through him. A woman who was willing to perform fellatio was wonderful, in his eyes. 

Lance then reached over and unclasped Tiffany's bra. He pushed the shoulder straps down and then managed to whisk her bra away. Tiffany groaned in delight as one of his hardened, calloused hands came into contact with the fresh, supple skin of her breast. The contrast was pleasurable enough for her, but things became even better once he began pumping and squeezing her perfect breast with his work-worn hand. 

"I can't take it anymore!" she exclaimed, rising up to a standing position on her knees. Tiffany slipped her silk panties down and said, "I want that big monster in my pussy!" 

Lance tried to hold her back, but couldn't. "Tiff, we can't... I don't have a condom with me." 

"I don't care!" she gasped, nearly ripping her panties down and off. "I'm on the pill anyway!" 

The actress growled like a wild animal as she lunged herself at Lance. With him seated against the elevator wall, Tiffany straddled his hips and then took a seat herself, but on his stiff cock. 

"OH YES!" she bellowed out, passionately. "YES! WHAT I WANT!" 

Tiffany began to bounce up and down wildly upon his hard member, her arms wrapped tightly around his broad, muscular shoulders. The blonde was moving and bouncing so fast that she was nearly out of control. 

Lance had never had a woman be so forceful and violent with him during sex. He was amazed at the actress. 

Nevertheless, he gripped her ass tightly with his strong hands, and helped her bounce even faster atop his erection. It felt soft yet firm at the same time to him - her ass, that is. The mixture made him come to the conclusion that her ass was perfect, too. 

Their sweaty bodies rocked together and they pounded each other with an intensity that was even greater than the scorching temperature inside the elevator. Both screamed and cried in lust, each letting their wild inhibitions and better judgement go by the wayside. Tiffany wanted to ride that monster cock for all it was worth, and Lance wanted to give her all he possibly could - and then even more. 

When Lance buried his face in Tiffany's cleavage and began feasting away with his mouth, she boomed out a scream and then experienced an orgasm. That triggered Lance's own orgasm, and the two impromptu lovers shuddered together, hugging and embracing each other in forbidden lust. 

"Ooooh," Tiffany purred, her face detracting from his shoulder. She looked into his eyes and offered her first smile of the afternoon. It was a beautiful, perfect smile, Lance noted. "Ooooh, that was great," she cooed. "Simply FANTASTIC!" 

"I couldn't agree more," Lance said, purely and contently. He brought her lips to his and gently kissed them. Maybe, he thought... just maybe, she wasn't such a bitch after all. Perhaps, he said to himself, once he broke through her outer shield, he may have found a wonderful and compassionate woman who needed someone in her life, just as he needed someone in his life. 

It seemed like a real possibility. 

Both shared a loving, tender kiss, each smiling and laughing in the process. They were happy together. 

All of a sudden, the main lights in the elevator switched on, and then the compartment rattled before beginning its upward ascent again. The electricity was back on! The electricity was back on!!! 

Lance, thinking quickly, reached up and pushed the EMERGENCY STOP button, bringing the elevator to another halt. He and Tiffany knew what they had to do. In a hurry, both of them dressed, hastily throwing on their clothes. They were afraid that a technician may override the button, thus sending them up before they were dressed. That is why both of them hurried. Tiffany was thinking of her career and image, not wanting to be seen half naked in an elevator with a man. 

Lance was thinking the same way - concerned for her image. 

After a minute or so, both were dressed and composed. Fortunately, the elevator did not start moving until Lance pushed the button. Meanwhile, Tiffany had reached into her tote-bag and pulled out her pen and notepad again. She quickly jotted down a few things which she felt Lance needed to remember. 

"Here," the starlet said, ripping the sheet off and handing it to him, "this is the address to a nice little restaurant on the west side. Why don't you meet me there, tomorrow night, at eight o'clock?" She winked at him. "Hopefully, the night will end up at my condo." 

Lance shook his head and laughed, completely shocked that this superstar of an actress had basically asked him out on a date. "I'll be there," he told her, holding on tight to the paper. 

"I could never show up for that meeting looking like this," she whined, looking into her pocket mirror. Anyone could tell with her dishelved hair and smeared make-up that she had just been through a wild round of sex. "I'll just have to reschedule. James will do it for me. He needs me for that movie part." 

Lance smiled, listening to the blonde chatter amongst only herself. The elevator then reached the 43rd floor... it was time for Lance to get off. The door opened but no one appeared to be in sight. Tiffany noticed that, then gave her repairman stud a hard, passionate kiss on the mouth. Lance smiled and stumbled out of the elevator, his tool box in hand. Tiffany grinned and waved at him as the door closed. 

"Pretty eventful day," Lance said, turning and walking toward the room in which the air conditioner was he was supposed to fix. "Woke up, showered, went to work, got stuck in an elevator with a TV star, fucked the TV star - Tiffany Wilson, no less... now I'm off to fix an air conditioner." He laughed and said, "Ahh, just a regular day!"



Elevator Hook-Up



The cabbie pulls up to my hotel and lets me out. I pay him with a fifty that I found and tell him to keep the change. He hesitates to take the money at first seeing as how I'm only wearing a towel, he must have been wondering where I pulled the money from. I very casually close the cab door and walk into the hotel, greeting all those staring at me.

I walk over to the front desk and ask if I have any messages. The clerk looks at me with a 'not again' expression before nodding no and suggesting that I proceed up to my room. I wink at the girl standing next to me, who's staring at my chest, before walking over to the elevator. As I push the up button, a sexy brunette steps beside me.

We both board the elevator because she's looking down at her phone, so she doesn't realize she's getting on an elevator with a completely naked guy. I get a quick first glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye, and I realize she is tall. I immediately conclude that she's a model, or she needs to become one. By the time she does look up at me, the doors have closed and I already hit the button for my floor.

"What floor are you going to," I ask her calmly.

She clears her throat and tries avoiding eye contact while answering, "Top floor."

"Me too," I awkwardly add, thinking my comment would help her relax. "I'm Aruri."

She looks over at me strangely, "What kind of name is that?"

"It's what everyone calls the animal I am."

"Oh, okay. I'm Roxie."

We continue standing there quietly for a few more seconds before I start catching her staring at me chest. I begin measuring the odds of leaving her alone or trying to get her out of her clothes. As I'm coming to a decision, I look down at her plump ass and realize she's got one of those cute, little college girl asses.

"So is this your first time in an elevator with a naked black dude, Roxie?"

The question catches her off guard as she stutters, "Yes, yes! Awkward for me, not to say this isn't awkward for you too, Aruri. It's just..."

She shyly turns away and I grin at her.

"No, you're right. Actually I'm used to moments like this."

"Really, why's that?" she asks while looking back at me.

I hesitate to answer the question at first because I'm too busy looking at her body, but eventually I get around to responding, "I'm kind of a weirdo like that. I get myself into a lot of after-sex predicaments. How about you, why is this awkward?"

"Wow, didn't expect you to ask me that. Okay, maybe because there's a strange naked guy in a towel, standing in a confined area with me, and he's got a full-on raging..."

She nervously points down at my fully erect, throbbing member. I look down at the towel barely covering my needy dick and as I'm looking back up at her, I catch her staring intently at it.

"No worries, the Iron Rod of Mayhem won't hurt you; unless you want it to."

She shockingly laughs, "The Iron Rod of, what was it, Mayhem? Someone's overcompensating."

"Overcompensating?" I pull the towel from around my hips and turn towards her so she can get a full view of my throbbing member. "What could I possibly be overcompensating for?"

"Oh my god," she softly giggles to herself while trying to swipe my dick away from her. "Get that thing away from me," she continues laughing.

"No, apologize to it."

"No!"

I get closer to her and start poking her with my hard dick. As she continues laughing and trying to grab hold of my dong, I start making sex noises to match my thrusting. I finally stop as she pins herself to the wall while trying to escape me.

"How long is this elevator ride?" she screams out.

"I don't know," I look over at the buttons and realize I hit the emergency stop button. "Oops," I say as I undo that and hit the top floor button.

The elevator starts moving upward and I wrap the towel back around my hips, this time completely covering my erection.

"First time touching a black dick?" I teasingly ask.

"I never touched you, you were touching me."

"Well, is this your first time... By the way, anytime the elevator stops for other people, I'm going to pin you against the wall and pretend like we're fucking. But like I was saying earlier-"

"Wait, what? You're going to pretend-fuck me? For what?"

"I just don't like riding with strange people-"

"You're a strange person. You're completely naked-"

The elevator dings and we're not on our floor, so I quickly pin her against the wall and wrap her legs around me. As the door opens and an older couple starts to step in, I drop my towel and pretend to be hammering away as fast as possible. They see her ponytail bouncing around and my black ass slamming in between her legs. They step off before she has time to stop laughing and explain what's really happening.

The doors close and I let her down as the elevator continues going up. I leave the towel on the floor and just let my dick hang as she covers her face in absolute embarrassment.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask her.

She looks over at me like I'm supposed to know her answer.

"You are so fucking weird. Don't even talk to me."

"Come on, you're acting like you didn't enjoy that."

"I didn't."

"Then why do you have the biggest smile on your face right now?"

"Because I am so embarrassed right now."

"And horny, let's not forget horny."

"I am not-"

As she's trying to explain herself, the elevator dings again and I repeat the process like before. This time a really old Asian woman steps onto the elevator and sees us. Roxie tries explaining what's going on, but I start pounding into her faster and she actually lets out a small moan. The Asian smiles and leans in further just to pinch my ass before her husband pulls her off. Her actions make Roxie and me burst into laughter and I immediately put her down to stop myself my falling over. Suddenly, she stops laughing and hits the emergency stop button.

"Look, I am not horny-"

"Yeah, you are."

"No I'm not. There are lots of guys I'd get horny for before you," she states with a slight smile of her face.

"And all those guys have small dicks."

She smacks me on the arm and starts laughing again.

No they do not. My last boyfriend was not only hotter than you, but he was packing-"

"Some really small equipment. That's not saying anything about him as a person. I'm just saying the sex was bad. It's not your fault."

"The sex was not bad," she tries explaining all while still laughing.

"Right, it just wasn't good. Was he scrawny and/or cute? Because neither one of those types of guys are good at fucking."

"He was not scrawny, he's thin and there's nothing wrong with being cute."

"Cute guys are use to getting everything they want because of their looks. Sex is a physical activity that they're use to others doing for them. Now, guys like me..."

I turn my body completely towards her and show off how I look when I flexing. I can see her eyes staring at my bulging muscles and the warrior tattoos all over my body. Her eyes are especially drawn to the tattoo on my dick. It measures all nine inches of me in tribal rings from top to bottom. Her hands ball up in an attempt to stop them from reaching toward me.

"We're designed to fuck the hell out of chicks. When women see us, they don't scream like little junior high girls like they do for cute boys. They moan inside their pussies while imaging themselves riding our hard dicks."

She puts her hands in front of my dick to block it from her view. I pick up the towel and wrap it back around my hips before pushing the button to continue traveling up. She shyly turns away from me and tries avoiding any eye contact. I take this time to finally admire her sexiness.

She's wearing a black punk-rock band T-shirt with some loose fitting short shorts. The most obvious things about her are her long, tanned legs. I can't really tell her bra size because her shirt is also loose fitting, but from my previous feels, she's about a thirty-two B. And if I had to guess her figure, I'd say she's a thirty-two -- twenty-two -- thirty-four. She's the perfect example of a Victoria Secret model.

"Did you take some kind of super pill?" she rudely asks me as I was still staring at her body.

"What? No, this is natural for me. I stay hard all the time, unless there's children around me," I respond, looking down at my still bulging hard-on.

She starts to look over at me, but the elevator dings and I immediately drop my towel and repeat our pretend fucking joke.

Because of my intense pumping, she's barely able to say, "This is our floor you idiot," in between laughs.

"Oh." I let her down and pick my towel back up before looking back over at her. "My bad."

As she slowly stops laughing, she notices a small stain on her shorts.

"Did you cum on me?"

I look down at the stain and get a clever idea.

"I don't know. Take your shorts off and let me see."

I reach over and start pulling the top of her shorts down, but she grabs the back of my hands to stop me. She pushes my hands away and starts trying to wipe the stain away.

"You are such a weirdo. And a perverted one at that, who cums on random girls from just pretend fucking them. Not much stamina in guys like you, is there?"

That comment is a direct insult to my very being. I quickly turn towards her, making sure we are eye to eye and face to face.

"First of all, my stamina is on a level you could only dream of. And secondly, that's not cum on her shorts. It's just precum, not that you didn't know that, considering how much you're fantasizing about milking me dry."

The elevator doors close with us still inside, and she crosses her arms while trying to stare me down.

"What the hell makes you think-"

"The way you are still, even at this moment, glancing at my dick."

"The only reason I keep staring at it is because I think it's on steroids and I'm afraid it could just pop, like a balloon, at any time."

The very accusation of such a statement shocks me to my core. "The Iron Rod of Mayhem is no flimsy piece of rubber, juiced up by some artificial enhancement. How dare you?"

"Now keep that thing under your towel. The guards watching the cameras must be tired of seeing your junk."

The mood in the elevator immediately lightens up as we chuckle at the thought of two dudes sitting in front of some monitors watching us. That's when I notice the elevator is going down because we forgot to get off.

"Actually it's not my towel. It's some woman's towel."

"So you just stole her towel? Why didn't you put your clothes back on?"

"I left my clothes at another girl's house. But that wasn't my fault, her mother came home and it turned into a three-way. Then the dad came home and I had to leave quickly."

"How old was this girl who was living with her parents?"

"Eighteen! She's a senior in high school. On a side note, my dick is throbbing out of control. Could you...," I proposition her for some help.

She looks over at me removing the towel and aiming my dick in her direction.

"What am I supposed to do?" she asks nervously.

"Just stroke it a bit. Not a full handjob, but enough to relieve the pressure a little. At least until I get back up to my room so I can jack off." Before she can answer, I reach over and stop the elevator. "Now no one can bother us."

"I am not jacking you off. You're not even my type."

The pressure in my entire dick is killing me and do not have time for her shy girl games. I slowly step closer to her and get really close to her lips.

"Look, I know for a fact that both of us are horny out of our minds. My dick is dripping precum and I can smell you more than your perfume. And, going out on a limb here, I'm pretty damn sure your pussy is ultra tight. The way you keep staring at my dick proves you've never seen anything like it, so I can only imagine that you still feel like a virgin."

"I'm not a virgin," she murmurs while trying to fight the urge to kiss me. "And I'm still not sucking your dick."

"I didn't ask you to suck it. I asked-"

Before I can finish talking, I feel her hand wrapping around my throbbing shaft. She grins at me while biting her bottom lip and starts stroking me for precum. I step back a little to give her more room to move her arm, and she immediately uses the freed space to stroke harder. I feel a small stream of precum shoot out onto her wrist as she purposely pumps for more stains.

I lean over and kiss her softly as she reaches her other hand over to join her stroking hand. I put my hands on her hips and slide them under her shirt to remove it. She takes her hands off my shaft just long enough for me to pull her shirt over her head. And as I predicted, her B cup tits are revealed in a sky blue bra.

She quickly pulls her bra straps off her shoulders and I unhook it in the back before pulling it off. Her cute little tits have dark pink areolas with rock hard nipples firmly sitting on top of them. I watch them jiggle as she gets down on her knees in front of me. She pushes me back a little more, so that we're not so close to the elevator wall.

She continues stroking me more until another glob of precum begins oozing out. She moves her mouth under to the glob and sucks it into her mouth while sliding her lips onto my member. Her mouth is burning hot compared to the cold in the elevator. I put my hands on the top of my head as she slowly moves her mouth back and forth on me.

I can feel more globs oozing out into her mouth and her smearing them onto my shaft with her tongue. And her tongue, she's using it like it's her magic wand. Despite the fact she's sucking me so hard that I can feel the inside of her cheeks rubbing against my dick, she's still somehow able to work her tongue around the twitching head of my cock. She starts sucking faster and rocking her head back and forth so hard that I nearly stumble backwards.

I reach down to grab onto some of her hair and start fucking her face just as fast as she's sucking. Her mouth is making slurping sounds around my cock as a precum-saliva mixture begins foaming out the sides of her mouth. She pulls her mouth off my slimy cock and pushes the foam into her mouth to swallow as I watch.

She slowly strokes me while swallowing every drop of foam before putting her mouth back on my dick. She gives me one last hard suck before she gets to my head and sucks on it like it's a straw. I can her suction all the way in the base of shaft and my balls tighten a little as though I'm about to cum in mouth. She pulls her mouth off my head just as I begin groaning harder.

"So, what level did you say your stamina was on?" she seductively asks while grinning up at me.

I pull her up to me, by her hair, and kiss her harder while letting go of her hair. She kisses me back while undoing her shorts as I pin her against the elevator walls. The moment her shorts open, I pull out of the kiss and kneel in front of her. I pull her shorts down and reveal her matching thong and the wet spot on the front of it.

I bury my face in that spot and listen to her moan softly as I bite at it. She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls my face out of her pussy so that I can pull her thong down her long, gorgeous legs. She kicks off her shorts and thong, and I catch her leg on my shoulder and replant my face right back into her pussy.

"You love pussy...," she softly moans. "Don't you?"

I can't even respond to her as her aroma has me captive. My tongue finds its way to her quivering clit and I slide my hands to her thighs to open her legs more. As she re-positions her legs, I suck her entire clit into my mouth and begin licking every part of it. She moans harder for a second as I reach parts of her clit no one's ever reached before. Her leg on the floor begins trembling so she puts it on my other shoulder.

She leans against the wall more and open her legs wide enough to sit her thighs on the railing. She bends her knees and arches her back as bury my tongue inside her soaking pussy. She grabs onto the rails and groans deep in her throat as I lick back up to her clit and suck it back in my mouth. She puts one hand back on my head and rocks her pussy on my face as she begins cumming on my face. I hum into her pussy to vibrate her clit in my mouth while feeling her orgasm exploding.

She puts her feet on my shoulder and opens her legs wider while grinding her pussy into my face harder. I use my free hand to hold against the wall while I continue sucking and rubbing on her cumming pussy. I continue sucking her clit as I reach up with hand and rub the juice out of her with my index finger. The juice drips down my finger and to my hand, so I push my finger in her pussy. Before my finger gets far, her body shakes off the rail and she falls on top of me.

As she falls off the railing, her pussy smashes into my face even more. I quickly reach up and put my hands on her back to balance her as she sits on my shoulders. She continues softly moaning as I slide her down off my shoulders until she's kneeling in front of me.

"You are so fucking strong," she says out of breath.

"No, I'm so fucking horny. I can't fuck a girl who's unconscious. Well I could, but I'm not."

We kiss again as she puts her arms around my neck and I slide my hands around to her tight, little ass. I lift her off the floor just enough that she's able to wrap her legs around me while never breaking the kiss. I sit on the back of my legs for stability while positioning her over my pulsing member. She breaks the kiss and opens her legs as wide as possible, almost squatting on top of me.

We look down at ourselves as she pulls my cock in front of her pussy. She aims it at her dripping hole and I let her fall onto it as hard as she can. Her pussy is so tight that my cock doesn't go in far before she's clinching around my shaft like she's cumming. She squeals as the first four inches slams into her honey spot, and her moans intensify as I start rocking her onto my cock more.

I feel her nails digging into skin and her hot breath on my neck as more of me is able to slide inside her. Her pussy is gripping me so hard that I can barely feel myself throbbing anymore. She has my dick held in place like a clamp, and it feels better than any other tight pussy I've ever felt. She lays her head down on my shoulder and sighs as she finally feels my stomach pressing against hers and her pussy full of hard man meat.

I slide my hands off her ass and to the bottom of her thighs and slowly start pumping into her. She moans with each thrust while her pussy gets wetter and wetter. Soon her juices are covering my entire length, and I'm able to really start fucking into her. Once I'm pumping in and out in a good rhythm, she leans her head up and looks down at her pounding pussy lips sucking on my slippery shaft.

Her moans get harder as she relaxes and lets the sensations wash over her. And I begin groaning from the sensations as she begins rocking into my thrusts. She leans her body away from mine and uses one hand to hold onto my neck as she begins swirling her body into my pumping. She starts lap dancing into my thrust and her pussy feels like multiple positions all at once with each of her hip swirls.

I lean my head down to feel the rush, and notice her little pink nipples bouncing erratically on her chest. Her swirling gets slower and her body tenses with each of my thrusts. I let go of her thighs and put my hands on her hips to really start pounding into her. She quickly goes from moaning to screaming as loud as she can.

"Oh fuck. Fucking shit! Shit!"

I can feel her entire body shaking in my arms, and her legs shake wildly on either side of me. I pull her into me more and bury my cock as deep as I can without slowing my pace. I start to feel the deepest part of her pussy smashing against the tip of my dick. I look up at her for a kiss, but her head is laid completely back, her mouth is gaping, and her eyes are in the back of her head.




Elevator Hook-Up



Soon her relaxed pussy tightens back up, like it was before, and chokes my dick into a complete stop. I feel my entire crotch, even my balls, throb one really hard time and hold the tension. Her gaping mouth lets out all the air she has until her pussy starts to let my dick go, in tiny little convulses.

"You seem like you enjoyed that," I mockingly add.

She kisses me one time while trying to catch her breath. "No I didn't," she jokingly says while pushing me onto my back. "But this, I will!"

I pull my legs out from under me and stretch them out until they hit wall behind her. She sits in my lap; my dick still buried inside her, and smiles down at me while biting her bottom lip. I lean up wanting a kiss, but she forces me back down. With her hands on my chest, she slowly lifts her pussy up my cock and slams it back down as hard as she can. She moans from her power bounce and begins repeating the act until she's bucking wildly on top of me.

I reach up and grab her nipples to pull on them as she rides herself closer to ecstasy. Her rock hard nipples get harder under my pressure and her bucks get slowly, but don't lose any force. I start pumping up into her fast, so that her hard drops are met with an array of thrusts. Her moans which were, at first, soft and slow are now hard and short. I groan deep in my throat as the back of her pussy crashes against my cock, squeezing me more and more with each crash.

My sack begins tingling and building a massive load. My groans give way to her sitting completely in my lap and rocking back and forth on my thrusting dick. Her pussy starts dripping onto my crotch and balls as she gets wetter from the building orgasm. I can feel her hands shaking on my chest and her legs shaking against mine. Our groans and moans start coinciding with one another until her moans become screams.

She leans down on my chest and wraps her hands around my neck as her orgasm washes over her. I feel her hard nipples digging into my chest, her nails scratching the back of neck, and her pussy convulsing around my thrusting dick. The juice from her cumming pussy makes her extra wet for a second, and I take advantage by fucking into her harder and faster than before. Her legs push against mine; and she screams until she locks up and her entire body freezes, stopping her from screaming. She moves her hands on my neck and chokes me softly as I slam into the depths of her pussy, making her cum harder and harder.

With her pussy relentlessly cumming, she builds up enough strength to launch herself off of me. Her pussy comes off my dick, squirting juice onto my stomach, and she lands on the floor next to me. I quickly roll on top of her and begin kissing her passionately. I slide my hand down to her pussy and continue her squirting orgasm by rubbing her clitoris hard and fast.

She takes very little time to recoup before she's burying her tongue deep in my mouth. Her body convulses more and her back arches as orgasm subsides. I slide my hand off her pussy and position myself in between her legs. She wraps her legs around my torso and rubs her pussy on my stomach while burying her nails in my shoulders.

I get a sudden surge of energy and lift her off the floor while still in the position we're in. I pin her against the wall of the elevator and continue kissing her. She moves her legs down my back until her pussy is grinding against my slimy cock. She breaks the kiss and licks her lips at me while aiming my cock at her pussy. As I start to push in, she stops and puts her feet on the floor.

"I have a better idea."

"What could be better than fucking you like I was pretending to fuck you before?"

She turns her body around and wiggles her ass at me. She looks back at me with a devilish grin while pulling me closer to her.

"Actually, fucking me like you were when you were dick poking me."

I moan on the back of her neck as I kiss from her neck, to her shoulder, to her lips. "That does sound better." I put my hands on her hips and, without warning, slam my entire length into her wanting pussy. "A lot better."

She squeals from the sudden painful pleasure of having her tight pussy stretch to my size again without a warm-up pumping. It doesn't take long for me to start pumping away at her at a good pace. She grabs onto the railing for support and rocks back into me. I push my body against hers more to feel her slim body pumping against mine. She swings her hair over her shoulder and looks back at me enjoying every moment of her body. She kisses me to get my attention and once she has it, she uses her pussy to keep it.

"How does this feel?"

She squeezes her already incredibly tight pussy around my cock even more and I nearly faint from the grip.

"Shit! It feels like you're giving me hard handjob, but with a soaking wet pussy."

I try pushing more of my dick into her but her tightness is holding me firm. I start feeling my orgasm building more and decide to just say 'fuck it'. I squeeze her hips firmly and force-fuck my way through her tightness. She immediately responds with moans and squeals as her pussy is removed from power and is taken to its limits.

Her pussy leaks juice onto the floor and quivers around my cock. Her legs wobble and she nearly falls, but I hold her up by her hips. I groan and moan in her back as I bite on her to add more sensation, and to control myself. My own legs begin weakening and my arms get softer as more of my orgasm tries to release.

I start pumping harder and faster until I'm ramming her so hard that the elevator is rocking. Her screams are getting louder and harder as her pussy tightens. I can feel the walls of her cunt spasming and twitching, trying to squirt out juice. She lets go of the railing and smacks her hands against the wall as I continue thrusting. I let her hips go and hold both of her hands above her head and go absolutely wild on her body.

I'm losing all control of my own orgasm but am buried so good inside her pussy that I don't care. Her moans and screams are cut off by a massive wave of orgasmic pleasure as she cums on my pounding dick. She can't stop me from intensifying her orgasm this time, so I continue terrorizing her pussy. Her voice is lost in a deep orgasmic silence and I'm freely ramming away at her juice dripping pussy.

I let her hands go and grab her hips again to thrust harder, this time using leverage. She puts her hands on the railing and squeezes her pussy so hard that it feels like she's going to pull my dick off if I keep going. I try to pull my dick out, but she's so tightly wrapped around me that I can only stay buried deep inside her cervix. With my dick trapped, I slam into her cervix as hard as possible over and over again until her pussy relax for just a second; and then I whip my dick out of her as fast as I can.

Her voice comes back in a hurricane howl of a scream as her pussy sprays a massive gush of juice out onto the wall and floor. I step back and watch as her pussy squirts for about five seconds straight of just one continuous stream of hot juice. She's screaming the entire time her orgasm is squirting out of her in long, consistent streams. Her pussy is spraying like a fireman's hose, and the only reason she's still standing is because she's holding on to the railing. I step behind her as her screams get softer and reach around to rub her still quivering pussy.

I help rub the rest of her squirt juice out as her sixty second orgasm finally ends. She collapses in my arms and whimpers from the remaining sensations rushing through her body. As I try to sit her down to let her rest, she pushes me away from her and turns toward me. She pins me up against the wall behind me and begins kissing me. I'm stunned that she's still going, but quickly stop caring as she begins stroking my cum-loaded dick.

"Oh, I'm so glad I fucked you," I'm barely able to say because of her horny kisses.

"You have no idea; yet," she seductively adds in between kisses.

Her stroking hand gets faster and faster until she feels me groaning in her mouth as though I'm about to cum.

"Not yet." She takes her hand off my cock and kneels down in front of me. "Now you can cum."

She takes my length into her mouth and begins bobbing her head back and forth. Her mouth feels even better than before because of how swollen my dick has become. I look down at her pretty face bobbing on my cock and see all the veins in my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. The loud slurping sounds start and her tongue begins playing with me.

I can feel my load shooting out of my balls like a rocket. I groan louder and brace myself with the railing. She takes her mouth off my cock and strokes my dick in her face until she feels it swelling her hands. She puts her mouth back on my cock and shoves it to back of her throat. I involuntarily hold off my orgasm to feel her throat squeezing around my cock like her pussy does.

My knees weaken and I hold onto the railing more as she throat fucks herself on my cock. She pulls my dick out of her throat and continues stroking. She uses her free to massage her juiced out pussy and brings some leftover juice up to my cock. She massages it into my shaft with both hands before competitively jacking me off.

"Didn't you ask for a handjob earlier?" she asks like a naïve little teenager.

"Oh fuck. Just like that. Fuck!"

I arch my back and squeeze the railing with all I've got as my load shoots up again. With both her hands stroking my cock like she's churning butter, my dick explodes without warning. She screams as the first stream come barreling out and splashing across her face; nearly blinding her. Even though she can't really see, she continues stroking until she feels more bursts hitting her face and going in her mouth. Stream after stream comes flying out, covering her face, until it looks like someone laid a net made of cum on her face.

Her mouth is slightly overflowing and the cum is dripping down onto her chest and stomach as she leans her head down to look directly at my cock. She finishes pumping any remaining cum out of my dick until I have to reach down and stop her.

"I don't know which one is better." I begin saying, completely out of breath. "Your pussy or your mouth?"

She looks up at me with the one eye that is least covered in cum and smiles, "Well in that case, I think we might need to do some more tests."

She lets my dick drop in front of her face and simply licks at it. I stare down at her innocent looking, cum covered face while grinning at her. I can feel my dick hardening from her soft licks, and she sees it beginning to throb back to life. She bends her head down underneath the head of my dick and slides her mouth around me again. She slides her lips up to my base and leans back up to start bobbing her head back and forth.

As soon as I see her messy face sliding on my dick again, my soft member springs to life immediately. She squeals a muffled squeal as it lengthens to the back of her mouth and goes into her throat. Before I can place my hand on her head, she slides my cock back into her throat and strokes it with her neck muscles. The sensations from earlier return with force, and I'm barely able to keep my balance.

I reach over with both hands and pull her mouth off my shaft; but as her lips slide over my tip, she sucks on it like a straw one last time. The tense shock shoots straight to my balls and I feel like I'm about to explode for a second. She continues looking up at me with a devilish smile as she lies back onto her elbows.

I kneel down in between her legs and grab her knees to pull her closer to me. We're so busy trying to fuck again that we don't notice the elevator is moving again. The cum on her face has mostly dripped down to her chin and chest, but what remains on her face is now dripping down the sides her cheeks. She licks her lips at me and moans as I spank her swollen pussy with my fully pulsating cock.

"What are you looking at?" she asks out of a horny curiosity.

"You are so fucking hot plastered with cum."

"With your cum or just anybody's cum?"

"If I had to guess...," I slide my cock over her clitoris before sliding all nine inches deep behind her cervix. "I'd say all cum makes you look hot, but it's my cum makes you look fucking hot."

She sighs as my tip pushes against her stomach and her pussy stretches around me. She slides her hands over her bulging stomach and down to her stuffed pussy as I slowly thrust into her. Her battered pussy feels looser but is still just as tight when she spasms. I lean down and kiss from her neck to her lips while massage-holding her hips. She moans in my mouth and arches her back a little to get my dick to hit her just right. With a few adjustments from both of us, I feel her pussy twitch hard as her G-spot finally starts feeling the hits.

"Mmm, it feels like we're weightless and flying through the air."

"I couldn't agree more, but I don't think that's us," I add.

"What-"

She arches her back higher and lets out a loud moan as the elevator jerks and dings. We both realize what's happening just as the doors open on the lobby floor. She turns her cum covered face away from the huge crowd standing around the door, expecting to see some stranded passengers. They all begin whispering and gasping as our graphic display continues in front of them without pause.

She may have turned her head away, but she continues using her tight pussy muscles on my pumping cock. I see several people taking pictures as I groan into her neck from the feeling of her tightening pussy. I lean up and start pounding into her harder and without me as I shield, she is completely exposed to the crowd. At first, she tries to fight the attention but her rising orgasm has another idea. The elevator doors start to close but someone holds them open so that everyone can continue watching.

I start feeling my earlier urges and lift her hips up off the floor while continuing to thrust. Her shy manner vanishes as her pussy begins spasming around my dick. She reaches up to her clit and rubs at it without mercy as her free hand pulls on one of her nipples. She turns her head towards me and the crowd gasps as they see all the cum sticking to her face.

Her moans get harder and louder as my groaning intensifies. I hold her hips in one place and simply ram as fast as I can until her legs start vibrating. Her back arches as far as it can, and I have to fuck her at an upward angle as her orgasm rushes over body. My balls tighten and my shaft throbs inside her clinching pussy walls.

This time her grip is lighter, so I continue ramming into her. She starts screaming and takes her hands off her body to let them shake violently through her orgasm. I get so caught up in fucking her in front of a crowd that I forget how strong her pussy can become if I push take it to that level. With the crowd cheering us on, I slam into her with all my force while not losing my pace.

Her voice goes out and her entire body tenses as she cums harder. Just as I push against her cervix, her pussy clamps down on my shaft and stops me in my tracks. The feeling of how tight she is this time makes me fall down on top of her. I lean down on my elbows and groan into her shoulder as she continues cumming underneath me. I can feel her juice squirting out in little drops, but I can't do anything about it.

Our fans cheer louder as they think we're cumming together, but I'm far from cumming and she's nearly passed out. I lean back and furiously rub at her clit, not knowing what else I can do at this point. The juice trying to escape leaks down to my shaft and makes me slippery enough to move in and out. I pull my dick out but continue rubbing her until she regains her composure, and is groaning and curling her body around as she squirts all over me and my hand. It seems like she's squirting a gallon as it covers my arms and lower abs and splashes all over her as well.

She continues squirting for another ten seconds until she finally stops cumming. She closes her legs on my hand to stop me from rubbing anymore. I lie down on top of her and kiss on her cum covered lips and taste some of her juice that splashed that far up her body. I look down at her body and see that her juice has even soaked into her ponytail. She comes back to life while I'm admiring the damage I caused and kisses me to get my attention. She pushes me up and opens her legs to me again.

Out of breath I say, "That was fucking beyond anything I've ever done in public. Your pussy definitely wins that round."

"I couldn't agree more. Don't you think?" she yells at the crowd cheering for us.

The guy holding the elevator doors lets them go to clap, but can't stop them in time before the close. She quickly scoots over and hits the button for our floor. As the elevator starts going up, I slide over to her and kiss her again. She pulls me in between her legs and rubs her pussy with one hand while stroking me with the other.

"I could really get use to fucking you every day," she whispers in my ear.

"Well, that may not be out of the question."

"How big is your room?"

I smile while pulling away from her to stand up. She slides over to me and sucks my dick into her mouth before I can stand all the way up. I pull her mouth off me and wipe some cum on her lips to let her suck on my finger.

"I think I'm gonna need help controlling you."

"Yeah, but who's help?"

I bend down and help her up, but her legs wobble and she can't really stand on her own. I hold her in arms and lean her against the railing so that I can pick up our clothes. She continues grinning at me until I pull her back over to me. I stand her in front of me, facing the doors, and get comfortable behind her. She looks back at me while rubbing my dick against her pussy from behind. As the elevator reaches our floor, I slide my member as deep as I can into her.

She gasps and moans while biting her bottom lip as the doors open. Standing there is a dark brown Latina wearing nothing but a rope that is wide open. Roxie turns her head and kisses me while trying to arouse the exotic beauty in front of us.

"So this is where you've been?" the exotic beauty asks me.

"Venezia, this is Roxie. Roxie, this is Venezia. She's the one who's going to help me control you."

Venezia pulls Roxie out of the elevator and wipes some of my cum off Roxie's chest. The height difference between the two of them lets me know how tall Roxie is. She almost my height, so she kind of towers over Venezia. They look like two lingerie models brought together because of how sexy the height difference makes them look.

Venezia licks some of the cum off her fingers and makes Roxie suck the rest off while staring at me. I watch these two gorgeous girls taste my cum, making my dick throb harder. I reach down and softly stroke myself until both of them are looking at me. Venezia leans over and sucks some cum off Roxie nipple while watching my reaction. My dick throbs so hard that I have to let go of it.

"I know what that means," Venezia says to Roxie.

Venezia reaches in and pulls me out of the elevator by my hard cock and leads Roxie and me to our luxury suite. I can see Roxie staring at Venezia's perfectly bubble ass and can only wait to see what she does to it. As we get to our door, Roxie pins Venezia to the wall and rubs the length of Venezia's entire pussy. The juice leaks out onto her hand and she tastes Venezia, so Venezia does the same to her.

My dick oozes precum onto Venezia's hand as I watch them taste test each other. They both look at me completely absorbed by the view and decide to tease me even more. They slide their hands all over each other's bodies, moaning and gasping as their hands trail over certain hot spots. They kiss each other passionately while pulling me into our hotel room, and once we're all in I slam the door shut behind us.



Elevator Love



We were meeting His boss for lunch. The office building towered above us like a giant glass monster as we got out of the car. I had no idea why I had been invited, or exactly at whose request, but there I was, standing on the sidewalk, looking up forty stories, a death grip on His hand. 

"Come, My sweet, nothing to be nervous about." Master's fingers squeezed mine and He took the first step forward, pulling me along in His wake.

Inside the building, the walls were lined with mirrors. I could see nearly every visible inch of myself from any given direction. There was a guard seated in the center of the lobby surrounded by a circular desk. He acknowledged U/us with a nod and a smile, obviously recognizing my Companion. His eyes traveled appreciatively over my body, covered in leather from shoulders to ankles, my sandaled feet with whore-red polished toenails. I couldn't help but blush and continue towards the elevators.

"Did you enjoy his eyes watching you, pet?" Master whispered quietly as He pressed the 'Up' button on the wall. 

Again, I blushed. I knew He liked both men and women to notice me, to watch me, to want me, but I had never been asked to comment on what I thought about it. 

"I don't know. I felt rather odd, I think. You see him everyday and well…" 

The elevator doors opened just then and we stepped into the car. It too, was covered in mirrors with a handrail wrapping around in the middle. There was a slight tensing in my body and I hoped that He hadn't noticed. Before the doors could close behind us, my Master's voice rang out, loud and clear, and I knew the security guard heard the words. "Unzip the dress. Now." I also knew, looking up into Master's mischievous face that that is exactly what He'd intended.

 I gathered my courage. It didn't matter that we were in an elevator in a full office building. It didn't matter that it could stop on any floor on the way up and other people that knew Him could get in the car with us. Nothing else mattered at all. I had no choice. My uncertain look and even more uncertain thoughts meant nothing. I had been given an order, and I was to do no more than obey. 

"Yes, Master," I said in acknowledgement.

The dress I wore zipped up the front, with the zipper coming to stop just below my knees. From there to my ankles was nothing more than a front slit in the leather that opened and parted everytime I walked. The sleeves were long with zippers at the wrists. The front of the bodice was tight against my full breasts and fitted with underwire so that a separate bra was unnecessary. The neckline was low, the top of the zipper coming to rest right in the center of my chest. 

It was truly a scandalous dress, but one that I loved dearly. It was my Master's favorite, designed, and made to His specifications.

I started unzipping before the elevator doors closed behind us. Master reached out and pulled the leather open. I was completely naked underneath, never allowed to wear panties. 

"Don't," He said softly, but strongly when I started to unzip the sleeves. I couldn't get the leather off around my hand unless the wrist zippers were open.

"But, Master…" The words died in my throat when He looked down into my eyes. He was already unfastening His pants. My eyes widened when He pressed the 'R' button on the control panel for the rooftop. The elevator car jolted then started to ascend. He laughed harshly at my anxious look.

"Come, sweet pet, I want to fuck," He growled as He pulled me close. His arms snaked around my waist inside the dress and His hands dipped down over my ass to lift me. I was placed against the glass wall of the car and my bottom ass rested on the handrail. I could look over His shoulder and to the side and see us from all angles. His cock entered me in one swift thrust. He pulled out, bent His knees, and thrust in again, this time angling upwards. My hands tightened on His shoulders and His hands left my ass to grasp my legs, one of which was placed around His hip, the other bent at the knee and hooked by the heel of my sandal on the handrail.

His lips nibbled against my throat and up along the side of my ear. He began to sing softly, punctuating certain words with hard quick thrusts. 

'Workin' like a dog for the boss man
 Workin' for the company 
 I'm bettin' on the dice I'm tossin'
 I'm gonna have a fantasy
 But where am I gonna look
 They tell me love is blind
 I really need a girl like an open book
 To read between the lines'

"Are you my fantasy, baby girl?" He asked. His hips pumped into me hard and piston like.

My eyes darted around the mirrors, my breath fogging the glass when my head turned to the side. I turned my head again, but this time to look at the control panel. Steadily, the car was climbing upwards. We were on the seventh floor…eighth…ninth…

'Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
 Love In an Elevator
 Livin' it up till I hit the ground

"Look over to the wall and look down, pet…watch My cock fuck you." 

I did as He bade me, mesmerized by the way His cock glistened with wetness each time He pulled out. We used mirrors often, or video cameras. He loved how I squirmed when I watched us either by reflection or by play back. There was something wicked about watching oneself having sex, hearing the moans, the words, the grunts, and the screams. In the mirror, eyes glazed and unfocused, as if watching from outside the body. Seeing the change in facial expressions, the sweat glinting on the bodies, the reaction of nipples, cock, and cunt all at the moment of touch, of hardening, of penetration. 

It was decadent. 

And I watched the buttons light up as we passed the floors; eighteenth, nineteenth, twenty.

'Jackie's in the elevator
 Lingerie second floor
 She said 'can I see you later
 And love you just a little more'
 I kinda hope we get stuck
 Nobody gets out alive
 She said 'I'll show you how to fax 
 In the mailroom, honey
 And have you home by five'

"What if we got stuck, My sweet, here in this elevator? Would you panic? Or would you beg for Me to keep fucking you until they found us?"

My breath lodged in my throat at the thought of the small car stopping between floors. I hated heights and I hated being in small confined spaces for longer than five minutes. Panic gripped me briefly and I dug my fingers into His shirt. He was a cruel man sometimes, using my fears to get a rise out of me, only to heighten His pleasure. Yes, I would beg Him to fuck me. I would promise Him anything so long as He kept the fear at bay.

"If I crooned in your ear to be a good girl and let the rescuers watch you get off, you'd do it, wouldn't you, pet? You'd let Me do whatever I wanted so long as I'd get you out."

I nodded against the glass of the wall and my grip on His shoulders never let up. His dark laugh in my ear only convinced me of how much He enjoyed my nervousness. 

The car passed floors twenty-six, twenty-seven, and twenty-eight.

'Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
 Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up till I hit the ground'

"We're almost there, almost to the top. We might get there before I'm done here. The doors might slide open while I'm still buried inside of your slick, dripping pussy. What a first impression that would make on my boss for you, huh, girl?"

My heart kicked a beat faster. What if the elevator got to the roof before my Master was done? A nightmare, for sure. But then, He loved putting me in uncomfortable places and positions and I couldn't deny the sexual high I got when He displayed me as such, daring others to watch and then daring them to look away.

His hips pumped me harder. My eyes moving back and forth between the mirrored wall and the elevator control panel. My nipples rubbed against His silk shirt, hardening to aching points each time I moved just the slightest bit. The tingling between my legs was white hot and juice ran over my thigh.

The roof was getting closer; thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five.

'In the air, in the air
 honey one more time
 Now it ain't fair
 Love in an elevator
 Lovin' it up when I'm goin' down
 Love in an elevator
 Goin' down'

"Might have to suck and lick and feast on your sweet little puss on the way back down this afternoon, pet. If…you're an especially good girl."

I groaned. He knew I loved when He went down on me. He didn't do it often; it was always a special treat, one that I looked forward to with great anticipation. It had been many weeks since I'd felt His rough shaven face on the inside of my thighs and His tongue whipping across my clit, lashing me raw.

'Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up when I'm going down
 Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up till I hit the ground'

"Getting close, My sweet slut," He breathed against my neck.

My eyes were glued to the control panel. Did He mean we were getting close to the roof or that He was getting close? I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and groaned when He bit me. There would be a mark now, His mark on my flesh, no doubt put there to draw attention to me, to us, to what happened in this elevator car.

Floor thirty-seven whirred past.

'Gonna be a penthouse pauper
 Gonna be a millionaire
 I'm gonna be a real fast talker
 And have me a love affair
 Gotta get my timin' right
 It's a test that I gotta pass
 I'll chase you all the way to the stairway, honey
 Kiss your sassafrass'

"Oh yes, pet. My timin' is going to be perfect." He laughed low and strained. "Wondering how I perfected it? Wondering if I've had an affair? Wondering if I ride the elevator to the penthouse fucking some secretary?"

Such a brutal Man sometimes, my Master. He didn't have another, I knew that, but the torment of the thought was enough to put me on edge. He was unpredictable. He liked keeping me guessing, keeping me off balance. 

"What do you think about taking the stairs down to the lobby, pet? We could stop on each floor landing and I could play with you."

Floor thirty-nine was history.

'Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
 Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up till I hit the ground'

"Fuck, sweet." 

I felt it. His cock erupted inside me with a sharp jerk of His hips.

Floor forty.

'Do you care
 do you care'

He pulled out and helped me down. Just as the elevator car reached the rooftop, He reached over and pressed the 'Doors Closed' button. "Zip me up."

I wobbled slowly towards Him and tucked His still hard cock back inside His pants. I tucked His shirt back in the front and zipped and buttoned them up. I looked up at Him expectantly. He smiled, content and relaxed. I was anything but.

"You, too. Zip up." 

I fixed my breasts back into the bodice of the dress and pulled the leather close around my hips, pulling up the zipper as well. His juice was sliding down my legs. I could feel it slide under the heel of my foot, making it slippery inside the sandals. He just grinned. 

"Do you care, pet?"

No, He knew that I didn't.

'Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
 Love In An Elevator
 Livin' it up till I hit the ground'

He let go of the button and took my hand, lacing His strong, sure fingers through mine. He kissed my temple softly. A moment later, the doors opened and we stepped out onto the roof where a table had been lavishly set for lunch. my Master's boss came forward to greet us, just as He whispered into my ear. 

"Thank You, My sweet one, I'm now quite famished."

I giggled and Master laughed. I don't know if anyone else in attendance noticed the pearly drops on my legs or the flush against my skin, or the bite marks on my neck, but they would be forever imprinted on my heart, for I would no longer be scared to ride in an elevator. 

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Love In An Elevator:lyrics by Aerosmith. 



Elevator Man



I was coming home from work late one night and just as the doors to the elevator were closing in the lobby for my journey alone to the 36th floor, a man comes rushing in. He was about 30 to my 23 and fairly good looking from what I could see.

I think to myself "Oh no! Small talk for 10 minutes..." when all of a sudden the lights go out and the elevator stops between floors. I start to panic because I am slightly claustrophobic when I hear this deep reassuring voice saying "Don't worry, I won't attack you. We can talk for a while to get your mind off this."

Just the deep richness of his voice made me weak and I slid down to a sitting position on the elevator floor. I heard him settle down next to me and he took my hand in his. We sat there for a while holding hands and talking about our day at work.

After a while, sitting in the dark with a man made me remember that I hadn't been this close to a male specimen for a long time and I started getting horny. I casually started leaning into him, caressing his forearm while talking and playfully mingling my fingers in his longish black hair.

Surprised at this, he turned his head toward me to get a better look at my face but I was leaning too close so his lips actually grazed mine. I was lost. I pressed myself against his chest kissing him over and over, wanting to feel him all over me and inside me! He was kissing me back with a passion barely contained as, in my position, I could feel his growing arousal against my leg!

He was sliding his hands all over my body but never dipping under my clothes which was driving me crazy from lust! I took the initiative and tore off my jacket, shirt and skirt, revealing myself in bra and panties. He took the hint and started undoing his shirt and pants, leaving himself naked except his very tented boxers!

As soon as we were free of extra clothing, his hands went straight to my breasts, fondling them and making them ache for more. We slid back down to the floor and I lay on my back, opening my legs slightly. His hands left my breasts to trace a pattern down to my lower belly, where he could surely start to feel the moisture pooling in the dark recesses of my honey pot... My hands were doing a little exploring of their own, trailing down his back to cup his butt and back up, then down his chest to come to rest against his erection, which I could tell was impressive.

Not one to forego foreplay I did something totally out of character and said, "Fuck foreplay I wanna fuck you NOW!" He obeyed and took off his boxers and my panties, told me to stand up. I was getting intrigued at this command but still stood in the corner, watching him put on protection.

Finally, he told me to open my legs up by standing with my feet slightly wider apart than my shoulders. He came to stand between my legs and bent his knees slightly so his cock was just below my pussy. He then told me to come closer to him and wrap one leg around his.

As I did this, I felt him slide up to a fully standing position, impaling my pussy on his dick! He pushed my back against the wall for better leverage and started moving me up and down on his cock, holding me by the waist. I was getting tired of standing on one leg so I got a good hold on his broad shoulders and heaved myself until both of my feet were of the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. This way I could better help him by thrusting down as he was thrusting upward, making it a better contact on my clit and my G-spot.

We were moaning like crazy, the elevator was rocking back and forth but we were just concentrating on pleasing each other. All of a sudden, the lights go back on and we start moving again! I groan saying "Noooo! I wanna cum!" At these words, my mystery elevator man moves us toward the button panel and presses the stop button, plunging us back into darkness and stillness. As we resume our fuckfest, I can feel him growing harder and harder, pressing even more inside me, growing closer and closer to ecstasy until I feel him expand and explode inside his pouch, making me moan and twitch and groan and scream out as my orgasm finally rocks my body.

We both fall limp to the floor and rest for a few minutes before attempting to dress ourselves before putting the elevator back in action.

Before leaving the elevator at my floor, I feel his hand squeeze my rump as a promise of more fun to come on future elevator rides. My mystery elevator man hasn't broken his unspoken promise yet.



Elevator Man



I had sniffed the plumber guy out myself and he had seemed interested, but I was a pretty good judge of men and I didn't think that two resolved tops would work out. I was still mulling whether I had misjudged him when my instincts were confirmed.

I'd been warned that this movie guy was crazy before I started out from Eureka to Trinidad, but just the motoring itself along Scenic Drive up the northern California coast was worth a little weird at the other end. To work in Los Angeles and live on the rugged coast above San Francisco didn't sound all that stupid to me if you had the means and opportunity to do it, but when I reached where my directions stopped just south of Trinidad Head and looked up, I was beginning to understand what they said.

A mailbox and parking pad for maybe six cars right on the inland side of Scenic Drive where it hugged the coastline close and a little path leading to steel piers and a winding staircase that led my eyes up and up and up gave me a real shock when my gaze was brought to what looked like a disk-shape alien spacecraft right out of one of those science fiction horror flicks reflecting the sun's rays off curved metallic walls.

Not all that inappropriate for a perpetual child movie star who had wound up as a director of B movies, and, if the tabloids were even half right, a lush, coke head, and pants chaser of insatiable appetites. But still? A space ship hovering in the clouds high above the northern California coast? For starters, it must have cost him a mint, and people were flocking away from the expensive northern California coast, not to it. And, I mean, the view would be great, of course, but, gawd, look at all of those steps you'd have to climb to it. It must have five stories up the sheer side of a cliff to the underside of the thing.

But that's where I came in. One of those steel piers, the thickest one, contained an elevator. And I was the elevator man.

I parked beside a panel van with the name of a Trinidad plumbing company on the side and walked up the path to the thickest pier. I sighed in resignation when I saw that the elevator cage wasn't at ground level. It would be no use trying to summon it down from the house, because if it was in working order yet, I wouldn't be here. I was here to activate it for the first time, make sure it was running smoothly, and show the new owner how to operate it.

I hoped the new owner was electronically inclined. Otherwise, I sure wouldn't want to be stuck out in the boonies like this and trapped inside an elevator I couldn't get open. I wouldn't say anything to him about this, of course; you don't sell many home elevators that way. But I'd certainly try to make sure he understood how to operate it and what to do if it malfunctioned.

I took a look at that winding staircase, huffed and puffed a couple of times to fill my lungs, and started the five-story climb. I wouldn't have to go to the gym this evening. I took pride in my body; it was part of what sold me at pool hall and movie house. So, I worked out three times a week—pretty hard. I might make the gym tonight, but I probably wouldn't need much leg work after this climb.

Ricky Drake himself, the child star-turned bad movie director, met me at the double front door. The ID was unmistakable, even though the heavy makeup he had slathered on his face gave me a turn. It didn't convince me a bit, however. He couldn't have been more than five foot four and had the perpetual boyish look that kept him fed with teen roles until he was pushing thirty. He was pushing somewhere a lot further down the road now, though, and the wrinkles were showing. A little weird to see the age on what still wanted to be a boy. He'd kept the fat off his body, which was a good thing.

After lifting his eyebrows when he greeted me at the door and giving me that hooded-eyed smile I knew so well and was willing to satisfy for a price, he floated down the hall toward the center of the circular house in a little more of a swish than I preferred. Still, if the price was right . . .

"I've come to test out the elevator and make sure you know how to use it and what to do if it breaks down," I called out to his retreating back.

Other than saying "Yum," at the door he hadn't spoken; he'd just turned and walked back toward the center of the house. He was wearing powder blue cotton sleeping shorts with a matching robe, open and flapping about him as he sauntered away. And barefoot. It was 11:00 AM. I wondered if I had awakened him. I could imagine that these crazy movie folks weren't morning people.

"That's good, honey," he said in a high, boyish voice, "but there are a couple of e-mails I have to answer right away. I'm showing you to the kitchen, where you can get a beer out of the fridge and cool down that fine bod of yours from the climb up the stairs."

He led me into a light-filled, circular kitchen at the very heart of the disk. It had sort of an atrium feel to it from a full circle of clerestory windows around the ceiling, which extended above the surround structure.

But that's not what arrested my attention really. My eyes latched onto the guy who was kneeling down in front of open cabinet doors at the sink, on the balls of his feet, comfortably balanced on his haunches. Tight jeans, muscle T, showing tufts of dark hair at his pits, which I liked. He looked around as I entered the kitchen and flashed me a welcoming smile. God was he luscious. Hispanic, all dark beauty and fine form. Instant interest from both of us. And almost as instantly I sensed another exclusive top. Oh, well.

I got that beer out of the refrigerator and leaned back against the counter and watched the plumber work his magic on applying the finishing touches on pipes and faucets inside that cabinet. Off and on, he'd turn his face to me and show that smile. He obviously wasn't as aware as I was that we were both pegs—or maybe he was just more hopeful that I was interested in some slot work. No chance of that, though.

It wasn't long before Drake sashayed back into the kitchen and beckoned me back toward the front foyer and the top of the elevator shaft. The cage was there.

"Wanna ride while I go over the controls and show you a few things?" I asked as the door to the cage opened?

"Yes, I'd love for you to give me a ride and . . . show me a few things," Drake answered, and then that inviting smile. "There's something I wouldn't mind being shown right now, as a matter of fact." He'd drawn close to me and was touching my thigh with his fingers. But I brushed past him and entered the cage. He followed and stood against the side wall, a little smirk on his face. Used to getting what he wanted, as soon as he wanted it. The bane of child stars.

I'd been here a thousand times. I don't know why, but guys like Drake just got direct with me fast. Like they couldn't wait or didn't have the patience to go through the foreplay.

"Let's get your elevator working," I answered. "Maybe more later. But anything beyond the company clock . . . well, I've got expenses and lots of things I could be doing with my own time." I had learned that I could be direct too, that there was no use wasting time spinning wheels. I didn't find him all that attractive for a free ride—on the margin of too old and a little freaky, trapped in that boy-man's body and trying to stay on the boy side with that heavy makeup.

"And I've got plenty of money and time," he answered, with that smirk.

For a good half hour, we rode up and down on the elevator and I showed him everything there was to using the controls. He used the excuse of following my instructions closely to come into my body closely. He had his hands everywhere, not just on the buttons and switches as I showed them to him. He copped a good feel of my basket, but I just ignored it while he was doing this. Let him assess the goods, I thought. They were good enough if his money was good enough.

But, God, it wasn't just the makeup. He was wearing perfume, even if it did have some male designer's name on it, It was still perfume. If this is what they did down in Los Angeles, I was just as glad that I was up here in Eureka. Good honest male sweat and the musk of man sex, they were fine with me. But perfume? Geez, give me a break.

"You see this switch here?" I said near the end of our session. "This is important, now. If you'll look behind the panel, you'll see it's attached to a cable going up there and attaching up there. This model of elevator is known for that cable becoming dislodged and stopping the elevator wherever it is right then. Doesn't mean the cage will fall; it just will freeze. So, if you get stuck dead, check out that cable first. Often all you need do is reattach it. And, if I were you, I wouldn't get on the elevator at all without a cell phone handy. You never know what might get fucked up." The company would skin me alive if I went any farther in scaring customers with remote homes about being trapped in an elevator. But I thought I needed to at least make them as cautious as possible.

"OK, I think I've got that," he said.

I brought the cage back up to the space craft level and reached over to push the button to open the doors, but he covered my hand with his. And I noticed he was trembling. I looked over at him. His nipples were popping out and the front of his sleeping shorts was tented. He was ripe.

"About getting fucked up," he murmured. His other hand came up, A fifty was palmed in that hand.

A fifty. Mr. big spender.

"I don't know, guy," I answered vaguely, looking pointedly at the fifty. "I've gotta test out this elevator some more and its getting late. I don' know. Makeup and perfume . . . I just don't know."

I obviously pushed his buttons, because he gave me a venomous look, punched the "open door" button hard and flounced out of the elevator, headed toward the center of the house in flapping powder-blue cotton robe.

I mulled and mellowed as I put the elevator through its purring paces for a good twenty minutes without finding anything remotely troublesome with how it was working. I'd let old guys suck me off at the pool hall for twenty. Fifty would get me a good meal on my way back to Eureka. And the boast of doing a Hollywood director, no matter how weird or queeny he was, would have some boast value down at the movie house.

I made my decision—not having any better offers on the table and obviously not being a matched set with that hunky Hispanic plumber I'd rather be poking—and walked back into the house after finishing the elevator jiggling and test ride. I'd left the clipboard in the kitchen and I'd have to get Drake to sign off on the call sheet on that anyway.

And maybe there'd be another look at the plumber. Just maybe my assessment hadn't been right.

But, when I got to the kitchen, I could see that my assessment had been spot on. Both the plumber and Drake were starkers and Drake was up on his butt on the kitchen counter, his legs spread wide and folded and his heels dug into the edge of the counter, giving him leverage to move his hips back and forth against the plumber's groin. The plumber was standing between Drake's legs. He had the heels of both of his hands plastered to the doors of the overhead shelves. Drake was holding the plumber's waist at both sides with his small, boy's hands.

Drake was giving little yipping sounds, and the plumber was doing real good with his plumbing. He had a nice circular movement to his pelvis that indicated that Drake was getting wall-to-wall servicing inside his channel. The plumber turned his eyes to me, and he flashed me that brilliant, welcoming smile. I got the impression he would have enjoyed me joining in the fun, and I did stay and watch for a while, fascinated with the plumber's technique and wondering if he had length to go along with the width of what I could see at the root of his buried and rapid-stroking cock.

But then I looked down at his feet, where his jeans lay. On top of those, next to a split and empty Trojan packet, was a bill—a fifty—my fifty. Then Drake decided for me.

"Your clipboard is there on the table, if that's what you've come for," which he hardly got out before his cried out, "Oh, God, yes. There, like that . . . just like that. Again. Oh, God!"

I leaned over to the table and picked the clipboard up. He'd already signed for the elevator inspection. So, I obviously was finished here.

I took the elevator back down to the car park. Let him wait to summon for it to come back up.

I didn't think much more about what had happened. After two more stops for lift inspections closer to Eureka, I ate at a carryout on the outskirts of the town that night and was cruised by a nervous middle-aged accountant type, who propositioned me tentatively, but who was willing to part with $60 to get fucked doggy style in the back of my van. He had wanted to pay less, but it was a matter of pride for me to get something better than Drake had offered—or that the Hispanic was willing to go for on the rebound.

And then I thought that was that and let it clear out of my mind. But that wasn't that. Three weeks later, I got an emergency dispatch call while I was doing regular inspection of the elevators at a hospital north of Eureka. And I found myself parked on the apron off Scenic Drive and in the shadow of the alien space ship house again.

Drake had called in that he was trapped in the elevator inside the shaft, below the residence level, and he couldn't get out. Nothing in the elevator was working, he'd reported. At least he had been listening when I told him to have a cell phone with him when he used it. Pretty strange, I thought. The elevator had been working a charm just three weeks ago, and this model was quite reliable other than that loose cable quirk. And I'd shown him what to do about that.

I went to the shaft at ground level and used my special tool to get the doors open. Peering inside and training my flashlight up the shaft, I saw that the cage was way up there, near the top. A tromp up that staircase again. I sighed, but there was no alternative, so I mounted the stairs.

Luckily I found the front door unlocked. Drake probably felt there was no reason to lock it. What burglar was fool enough to climb five flights of stairs at the edge of busy Scenic Drive just to toss an alien space ship?

Once inside the foyer, I turned to the elevator shaft and opened the doors there with my tools. The cage was just below the living level. A little hop and I was on the roof of it, and just a turn of a latch and lifting of a hatch and I was looking down at Drake, inside the cage, sitting on his butt on a thin mattress he'd dragged into the elevator, his back against the back wall of the cage.

Drake was looking back up at me with a silly grin on his face. A face without makeup. He was naked, and as soon as he saw me, he lifted both of his hands up, showing me what he was holding. In one hand he held two hundred-dollar bills. In the other, he held three Trojan packets.

He was lubing his gaping hole as I came down into the cage and stripped down, and he sucked me big while I stood over him and leaned into him, my weight balanced on hands against the bronze back wall of the cage in which I could see my reflection and enjoy the pleasure he was giving me in stereo by watching the reflection of my face in the bronze. Then I pulled his small, seemingly weightless body up off the mat with hands on his waist and thrust inside him to the tune of his boyish cries, pushing his back up and down on the bronzed wall with the strength of my cock stroking up into him, while he hooked his thighs over my hips and arched his back in abandoned pleasure.

I fucked him for an hour and then he laid me on my back and fucked himself on my tool for another hour. He'd learned positions I'd never even imagined were physically possible, and he showed me that lack of size and age had no relationship to the quality of stamina. He showed me such a good time that I almost felt I shouldn't take the $200—almost.

When I was near exhaustion, responsibility started to lean on me heavily, and I moved out from underneath him with a grunt and started to raise up on my knees.

"I want you to stay the night," he said in a dreamy voice. "I want to fuck in my bed—in the shower, on the floor. Another $200?"

"Well, first we'll need to get this elevator going," I said to the little bunny, as I struggled toward an upright position, every muscle of my body overworked and sore.

"Oh, no problem," Drake said in that perky little voice of his, and he bounced up onto his feet. He moved to the control panel and opened it.

"You see this loose cable here?" he asked. "A real hunk of a an elevator man told me that all you have to do is stick it back in place and the elevator's fixed." 



Elevator Meeting



Here is another one. Hopefully you all will like this story better than my last. I do this for fun so try not to be to harsh of a critic.

It was a dark and stormy night. As Sarah pulled her car to the curb outside of the bar, she took two deep breaths.

"This is it," she thought to herself. "This is the night that things are finally going to change."

She stepped out of her car and ran to the door where she was greeted by Ron the bouncer.

"Hey little lady! Hurry up and get in there before the rain ruins that sexy outfit you got on!"

"Thanks, Ron! Have a nice night!" She yelled as she slipped past Ron into the bar, covering her hair with her purse.

As she walked inside the bar and shook off the rain. She looked around searching for HIM! She found him sitting in the far corner of the room, drinking a beer, and nodding along to the music. 

She had never seen someone so handsome. 

Sarah decided to stop by the bathroom and check herself in the mirror before approaching him. After drying her face and re-applying her make-up, she stepped out of the bathroom, and walked to his table.

"Hey!" She greeted him.

Paul stood and walked to Sarah. " Hey gorgeous!" 

He hugged her and kissed her on her cheek.

Sarah immediately blushed.

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Sarah had a crush on Paul ever since she saw him in the elevator at work. Sarah was a nurse the local hospital. She was working on the I.C.U that day. She had just finished report and was waiting on the elevator. When the elevator doors opened, she immediately got weak in the knees when she saw the handsome, blue-eyes, black haired, tan skin guy that was standing in the elevator. She was immediately lost.

That wasn't the only time that they had a chance encounter on an elevator. About a week after seeing him, she once again found herself face to face with him again as the elevator doors once opened again. She hesitated for a long time while just staring at him.

"Going down?" He asked

"Ye-e-s," she stuttered. 

Sarah finally managed to get her feet to move. She thought to herself the whole way, one foot then the other. Trying to remember how to walk. Once inside the elevator she couldn't do anything more than look at her feet. She was to scared and embarrassed that if she looked up she would be blushing, which would for sure, let him know that she had the hotts for him. It seemed like the longest elevator ride ever. By the time the elevator moved from the 3rd floor to the ground level, her pussy was completely soaked. 

When the elevator doors opened neither moved. He was trying to be a gentleman but couldn't help but notice that she wasn't moving.

"Are you alright?"

" Sa Sorry, I'm fine. Thank you." She stuttered out.

She started walking before she heard him say it.

"Would you like to go out with me tonight?"

She was completely shocked. All she could do was stand there, with her mouth open, and her cheeks a bright rose colored.

"So, is that a yes or a no?" He laughed.

"Su-sure," she stuttered out trying to shake the 

shock off.

"8:00 to late? I can pick you up or you can meet me at Scotty's Bar on fifth street." 

"No, 8:00 is fine. Since I don't know you I would feel better meeting you there. My name is Sarah by the way."

" Well you might be shocked but I already knew your name." He said as he leaned in and whispered, then he gave her a small but seductive smile.

"What?"

"I saw you last week when I was up on I.C.U. and 

I just had to meet you. I didn't have the guts to come up to you then, but I asked one of your fellow nurses about you. Sorry, I don't want to scare you but I just think you are beautiful and I have this strange pull to you." He stated, scared that she might get freaked out.

" No, that's fine. So what is your name, since you know about me?"

"Paul, nice to officially meet you Sarah."

"Well Paul it is nice to meet you too."

"So 8:00 at Scotty's?" He asked confirming their date.

"Yes, see you there."

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At the bar, Paul and Sarah really hit it off. They got to know each other on a more personal level. After talking the night away and laughing nonstop, Paul paid the drink tab, and escorted Sarah outside. As soon as the cold brisk air hit Sarah she really started feeling the drinks. She swayed back and forth before collapsing. Paul caught her mid collapse and carried her to the nearest bench.

"oouugggh gagaga," she murmured.

"Its ok just take some deep breaths. Everything is going to be fine. Would you like me to take you home?" He asked.

Sarah could hear what Paul was saying but couldn't open her mouth to reply without having the feeling to vomit.

Sarah nodded her head, Yes.

Paul called over to Ron and asked if he would watch Sarah so he could get his car from the parking lot.

As Paul pulled his car to the curb he got out and went over to Sarah. At this point she was passed out. He picked her up and carried her to his car. With Rons help he got her safely buckled in. Paul had no idea where she lived so as he drove, he asked her numerously where she lived. All she could do was mumble. Paul then decided that he would just take her back to his place till she sobered up. 

On the way to his place Paul couldn't help but glance over and notice how stunning she was, even with her being inebriated. Her hair fell softly to the side, and her lips were pursed. His eyes gazed lower as her chest rose and fell softly with each breath. He couldn't help but notice that her breasts were the perfect size. They were nice and ample. He guessed they were a size C. As he gazed at her lovely lumps he couldn't help but to start getting hard. He felt his dick lengthen down the side of his pants. 

Once he got Sarah safely inside his house he laid her gently on his coach. He debated putting her in his bed, then he thought that if she woke up, she might freak out. When she was tucked in, Paul went upstairs and got in the shower. 

Paul was washing his hair and face when he couldn't handle it anymore. He ran his wet, soapy hands down to his erected prick, and gently started rubbing up and down. Paul thought about Sarah's luscious lips and what they would taste like. He also imagined if her lips were wrapped around his prick. Paul started rubbing faster and faster. His prick was now totally engorged. His thoughts moved to Sarah's chest and what her ample breasts would look like naked. He lost it. His prick spewed his seed all over the bathtub floor. Paul grabbed the shower handle to steady himself. Blasting his seed drained the strength from his legs.

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After his release Paul re-washed and then exited the shower. Once dried off and dressed Paul went downstairs to check on Sarah. When he got downstairs Sarah was sitting up on the coach with her head in her hands. 

"You okay?" He asked.

" Yea, I will be better when the room stops spinning," she stated softly.

"Would you like some water?" 

"Please."

Paul ran into the kitchen and got Sarah a small glass of room temperature water. If he knew anything it was that, after drink, cold water only made things worse. 

He handed the glass to Sarah.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Sorry that I brought you back to my place but you passed out on me. I tried to wake you up to ask where you lived, but..." he told her.

" I am so sorry. This is not the impression I wanted to make." She sobbed with her head in her hands.

"Hey, its ok. I am not worried. I don't think any less of you. I still think you're the most beautiful woman I have seen. Drunk or not." He assured her.

Sarah laughed and immediately felt better.

Paul walked over to her, and lifted her face from her hands. He slowly moved his face closer to hers. When he got an inch away from her lips he could feel her trembling.

Sarah felt his hands pull her face upwards till it was an inch from his. She couldn't help it but her pussy immediately started getting wet. As he got closer her whole body started to tremble and then she closed her eyes.

Paul couldn't wait any longer. He touch his lips to her luscious lips and he immediately felt the need to learn every part of her lips. He massaged her lips with his, and then lightly licked each lip. He playfully bit her bottom lip and sucked it in. He heard her moan and nearly lost it. He opened his mouth to invite her tongue in.

Sarah felt his lips and it was like a lightning bolt and been shot through her lips and hit her pussy. Once he sucked her lip, it was like he was milking her pussy. The more they kissed the wetter she got. 

Sarah kissed back with equal force. Licking, and sucking his lips, and tongue with every chance she got.

After learning each others mouths Paul moved back but kept her head in his hands. He then pressed their foreheads together so that they could catch their breath. 

Paul looked up at Sarah and wondered where this lady had been all his life. He knew they had only recently met, but he knew that he didn't want her to ever leave. 

Sarah felt like his eyes were looking into her soul. He softly moved his hands from her head and grabbed her hand. He gently pulled her upstairs, watching her the whole way. Sarah was nervous at first about going upstairs with him. She knew this was their first date, but something was pulling her to be with him. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if it was just him, but she was horny and wanted him.

Once Paul had her inside his room he turned to her and gave her another breath taking kiss. As he kissed her he moved his hands to her waist. He gently slid his fingers under her shirt, rubbing her bare stomach ever so softly. Sarah's breathing became rapid. Paul then slid his hands up her stomach pulling her shirt with him. Once he reached he bra, he teased her already erect nipples through her bra. Once he was certain that her nipples couldn't get any harder he removed her shirt. 

Sarah felt his hands exploring her mid-drift and then move to her breast. Damn if she could stop him. His tongue and lips were giving her mouth a sensation she had never felt. Once his hands moved to her nipples, Sarah felt her panties getting soaked. She didn't know how much more foreplay she could take. 

Once Paul had her shirt off he began to remove her bra. As he unclasped her bra she pulled his shirt off. She had to start and marvel at his firm toned abs. He looked like a model strait out of G.Q magazine. She couldn't take it any longer. She pushed him back onto his bed and began to remove his pants. 

Paul didn't know what had snapped in Sarah but he wasn't going to stop it. His prick had been fully hard since their first kiss. He wanted to rip her clothes off then and there, but he respected her and wanted to take it slow. You could imagine his shock when Sarah forced him onto his bed and rapidly removed his pants and boxers, revealing his member.

Once Sarah had his boxers removed, she was stunned. Standing at attention was his huge prick. Sarah thought he had to have been 8 inches long and about 3 inches thick. Sarah had no idea how he was going to fit inside her tight cunt. Just looking at his prick made her mouth water so she slowly licked his tip.

Paul jumped at the touch of her soft, wet, and warm tongue. Sarah moved her tongue to his piss hole and flicked it. She heard Paul moan, which she knew was a good sign. Sarah stood up and removed her pants and thongs.

Paul leaned up on his elbows so he could watch his beautiful woman strip. Once her pants were removed he saw her pink, lace thong. Sarah slowly removed her thong watching his eyes while she shed them. Once her thong was completely removed, she looked up at Paul. His eyes contained nothing but pure lust and something else she couldn't pinpoint.

Paul had never seen a more perfect pussy than the one he was looking at. Sarah was completely shaved. She had a tattoo on her pelvic bone of a dragonfly. Paul stood up and reached out to Sarah. Once he had her hand, he laid her down on her back on the bed. Her legs immediately opened. Paul took that as his chance to marvel her pussy some more. He leaned in for a closer look. The aroma coming from her pussy was so sweet. He licked his lips and dived tongue first into her pussy. He spread her lips with his fingers and licked all around her hole. He tasted her juices on his tongue and he loved how she tasted. He couldn't help but to dive in again but this time it was pure hunger. He wanted to suck up as much of her juices as possible.

Sarah felt Paul's tongue was around her lips, and then inside of her pussy. She had never felt these kinds of feelings. It was like his tongue was sending electrical waves through her pussy to her brain. Sparks started going off in her head as soon as she felt him sucking her juices from deep inside her pussy. She immediately went into a deep orgasm. Her whole body started convulsing.

Paul felt her body start to convulse and he pinned her legs to the bed so that he could quench his thirst with her juices. Paul got more than his thirst because as soon as she climaxed she squirted uncontrollably into his mouth. Paul had to swallow to avoid any leaking out of his mouth.

Once Sarah's orgasm had subsided, Paul moved up her body, kissing her the whole way up. When he reached her face he was once again blown away. Even though her hair was mangled, she was still the sexiest woman he had ever seen. She had the look of lust and happiness on her face. Her eyes were closed and her bottom lip was sucked in her mouth. Paul couldn't resist her lips and immediately melted his to hers.

Sarah could feel his huge prick at her entrance, so she reached down and guided him into her waiting, wet, tight pussy. He had barely gotten the tip in when she halted him. He was so big that he was stretching her tight pussy to new lengths. Once the pain subsided from his tip she began to guide him in slowly inch by inch. 

Paul could feel that Sarah was really tight so he let her guide him to keep from hurting her. Her pussy felt like a tight, wet, velvety glove. She wrapped around his dick like a vice. He knew he wouldn't last long even though he had already released in the shower. This girl was like none other. 

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Sarah continued to guide Paul until he was buried balls deep. Once she adjusted to his size, she began to move her hips below him. Paul got the hint that she was ready and he began to thrust in and out slowly. Sarah moaned with each thrust. Paul continued to thrust in and out, but it was only a short time before he felt the signs of release. He felt his balls start to tighten, so he began thrusting in faster and harder. 

Sarah was in pure bliss. Paul's prick was reaching places she never knew she had. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to climax. Once Paul started to move faster and harder it sent her over the edge.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH GOOOODDD!!!!" Sarah screamed.

Paul felt Sarah's pussy tighten and convulse and it was milking his shaft. He couldn't handle anymore and thrust in one last time. When he hit bottom he shot his seed deep into her uterus. 

Paul collapsed on top of Sarah. He supported his weight with what strength he had left in his arms. Once they both came out of their orgasmic bliss their eyes met. 

"WOW," Sarah said softly.

"I know," Paul replied.

Paul rolled off of Sarah and pulled her body to his. They laid wrapped in each others arms until sleep won them over. 



Elevator Music



After a long eight hours of strenuous work at the office; Shayleen wanted to get to the main elevator faster than usual. On the way down the corridor lined with artificial flowers and copies of Rimbrants, she ran into a man that works in the cubicle next to hers in the law office. He was tall, and averagely built. His name was Zane and he has been pestering Shayleen to date him for what seems like eons now. She quickly broke her eye contact with him as he passed in hopes of not having to stop and chit-chat. But to her misfortune, he grabbed her by her hand as she tried to pass without notice. He motioned to the elevator and said that he needed to introduce her to the new secretary and asked if she could wait a few minutes by the elevator. Shayleen, being the polite, but quick witted woman she was, just nodded and hurried off to the main junction.

Shayleen always had it in the back of her mind that the only reason he was interested in her was due to the fact that she not only was a bisexual, but that she is almost a mirror image to Camron Deiz. But Shayleen, unlike Camron, has long luscious strawberry-tined auburn hair. Her height was a little taller and her figure much more defined. 

When Zane finally came around to the main junction of elevators, he had on his arm the most adorable woman. Assuming that little beauty was the new secretary that she was supposed be meeting, Shayleen actually become a little eager to chit chat with Zane and their new friend. 

"Shayleen, this is Nessah, and you will be training her for the next three weeks on how to replace the legal secretaries when needed." 

Still astounded by her adorableness, Shayleen said with an out stretched hand, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Are you two clocking out also? Because if you are, would you like to take the long ride down to the main floor's lobby area and we can get to know one another better and see exactly how much training you actually need"?

Of course Zane jumped at the chance to actually grace an elevator ride with Shayleen, while Nessah said in a deep, scratchy voice, "That would be an excellent idea. I am still a little taken aback about working with one of the Supreme Court Justices' secretaries. Plus, since I started this morning, I have heard nothing but praise for your work that you do".

Shayleen automatically liked this new recruit and couldn't wait to hear more about her. So the three agreed to go and have a drink in the main floor's lobby and talk. They waited for the next available elevator and for what seemed like after a million years the third set of elevator bay doors opened. They entered and Zane hit the appropriate floor, and turned to Nessah and said, " The Manhattans here are the best in town. I personally recommend the Tennessee Iced Tea though strong it is, but worth the kick".

Nessah just sort of bobbed her head in what appeared to be a yes. She looked quite shy, but Shayleen could see something inside her eyes that said otherwise. Shayleen glanced up at the numeral read out of the floors slowly passing by as the three of them continued on in silence. They were just about to come to the 12th floor when all of a sudden the elevator shook with a shudder and came to a scampering stop. 

Zane reached for the call phone to dial the technicians to alert them of the problem. He dialed out and waited in an impatient silence for a response from the other end. Finally a voice came across the main speaker system inside the elevator and alerted them that there has been a power surge on their end of the lines and the elevator would possibly be out for at least two hours before the main line could be turned back on.

"Well, I guess we get to hold off on the drinks, however; we are still alone and could go a head and still talk and get to know one another," Shayleen implied, in hopes of at least some sort of conversation to help keep her fear being in a closed space from over whelming her.

When no one began to say anything at all, Shayleen leaned against the wall and slid off her four-inch Italian suede pumps and flung her suit jacket onto the floor and sat down. Zane loosened his tie and tossed his sports coat onto his shoulder. He also sat down with his back against the wall and pulled his knees up half way to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Nessah continued to stand and hold her brief case with a look of disbelief.

"Does this happen quite often?" she asked in a trembling, but still that deep and scratchy voice.

Zane burst into a short bit of laughter and finally announced that it was a common thing on this end due to this being the only elevator that goes all the way up to the 97th floor. Also mentioning that after a few minutes, the heat might go up because of no ventilation.

"Well, it seems to me that since we are stuck here in an oven with out power, we might as well get some tunes," Nessah said while opening her brief case and pulling out the new little gadget that is known as the Syrus XM radio. Her delicate hands and fingers moved quickly to scroll through numerous stations, searching for the right elevator music. Then after a few seconds, "Zion" by Fluke came blasting out of the small radio. 

"How's this for some righteous elevator music?" she said as she started dancing away, hips swaying from side to side with the rhythmic beat. Grinding and touching herself as she gets so far into the sounds pouring out of the little contraption. 

It became quite entrancing to Shayleen, so she jumped up bare-footed and began to dance right along with Nessah. The music just filled the elevator like a flood filling a swelling river. The mood quickly changed from that shy and unsociable feeling to a rather erotic one as the women began to cling to one another erotically. Shayleen has always been a little shy of her feelings for women, but at that particular moment she could not resist the smell of sweet juices flowing in the woman in front of her grinding her ass into her pelvic area. 

Shayleen reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and yanked playfully. Nessah returned the gesture with a quick moan and a thrust of her hips. 

They continued to dance until the song was well over in to the next, when finally Shayleen turned to a very awe struck Zane still sitting on the floor. "What, you think you can do better?" she asked.

Slowly coming to his feet, Zane still in a daze, said, " I know I can, but I am just not sure that it's appropriate at the moment."

"Oh, I thought you said that we would probably be stranded in here for quite a while. So, why not make the best of the time." Nessah said in a playful voice. She turned around and slid her hands in between Shayleen's upper thighs and yanked up her suit skirt. She then continued on to run her fingers over her white lace and silk panties until Shayleen began to whimper with pleasure.

Shayleen then reached her own hands around Nessah's slender, and smooth neck line and pulled her in close for a long hot kiss. They both backed away an inch and looked to see where Zane had gone. They found him crouching next to Shayleen's left thigh. He began running his big masculine hands up her leg and kissing her inner thigh. 

Pleased to see that he was getting into the moment, Nessah took a handful of his thick chocolate hair and shoved his face into her swollen pink parts. Nessah then took her hands from Shayleen's thigh and slowly took off her own clothes. Flinging them aside in a careless heap over by her brief case. The temperature had already began to rise, due mostly to the sexual body heat the three of them were producing. Sweat beads were popping out everywhere on Shayleen, and Nessah's full breasts were covered in them. 

Zane continued on to please Shayleen where it counted the most. He too had shed his suit and tie to a completely bare skinned hunk with light olive skin and showing the moderately toned muscles that he so carefully hides under his Armani three-piece suits.

Shayleen managed to open her eyes for the first time in what seem like ages, and got an extremely good look at the real Nessah. She had voluptuous, perfectly round breasts, with smooth evenly tanned skin. Her abdomin was rippled with soft but yet toned abs. And to top it all off, she had a naval ring with a dangling chain that stopped just short of her pelvic line. Her tight, round, poutie cheeks glistened with sweat that was now streaming down her back.

Nessah pushed gently on Zane's shoulder and moved him away from Shayleen. The two women then slid slowly to the floor in a slow like manner. The two of them became one when they started to explore each others bodies with their tongues and hands. Both moaning with excitement, when finally Shayleen rolled Nessah over onto her back and mounted her. She thrust both of Nessah's hands above her head and pinned them down. And together they kissed so passionately, that they were moaning and kissing at the same time. 

Shayleen then slid slowly down Nessah's smooth tummy and began to fondle her swollen vagina with her tongue. Moving faster with each of Nessah's bucking of her hips. Thrusting her long fingers inside as Nessah had indicated in a whisper. 

Zane crawled over and started to nibble on Nessah's breasts. Zane then looked deeply into her eyes and noted that one was a slightly lighter blue than the other. "Do you want to have the orgasm of a lifetime? If so, you wont be needing her, I have all you need right here." And he took his swollen, purple cock and stuck it into her mouth. 

Shayleen seen this and started to feel a little competitive. She took her three first fingers and inserted them inside of what was now a very shiny and moist pussy, and nibbled with her teeth on Nessah's clit. The more she nibbled, the more Nessah moaned with pleasure and thrust her hips. 

Not more than five minutes later, Nessah screamed with the melodic sound of an orgasm gripping her. She shook and quivered all over from the intense burning sensation she felt between her legs.

Shayleen sat up, while licking her lips mischievously, said, "I take it you enjoyed that."

In a barely audible whisper, Nessah turned to Zane and said, "Can you beat that?" She reached around and snatched him to his feet and pulled him onto his knees. He again looked deep into her eyes and replied with a sinuous smile, "Shall I prove myself worthy or just prove myself period?"

Zane reaches down and spreads her legs wide open and thrusts his bulging cock deep inside. He begins to thrust and grind. Going hard on her like he was strapped to a bucking bull. Moaning with pleaseure gripping her hips like handles, within seconds he ejaculated with such force, he couldn't breath for a few seconds. 

When the air rushed back into his heaving chest, he rolled off of Nessah and sighed exaggeratedly, and said. "Told you I could produce the best orgasm you have ever had."

Shayleen was standing opposite of them leaning against the wall and watching. With an appalled look on her face she said to Zane, "That is it? That is all you have in you?"

"I am done. That was the most erotic sex I have ever had in my adult life." Zane declared.

Coming to her feet, Nessah looked down at Zane still sprawled out on the elevator floor and said, "You need lessons dear, I have yet to be please by you. Shayleen, come back over here and show this poor soul what he is doing wrong."

Shayleen crossed the elevator floor and wrapped her arms around Nessah's waist and pulled her close once more for a long and soft kiss on the lips. Again they found themselves on the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Groping each other as Nessah rolled Shayleen onto her back this time and returned the favor.

Nessah quickly and swiftly split Shayleen's long shapely, smooth, and athletically toned legs apart and began to thrust her tongue into her wet and swollen pussy. This time, it was Shayleen's turn to grind with excitement and whimper and moan. Nessah ran her delicate fingers up and down her long torso and fondled her round hard nipples. She stopped only long enough to glance into her eyes and see the glowing effect of her actions in Shayleen's eyes. Nessah went on back to using her teeth to pull playfully on her clit and finger her until Shayleen's moans became loud and her breath coming ever faster. 

Covering her entire pussy with her full lips, Nessah began to moan inside Shayleen, causing her to arch her back and push Nessah's face ever deeper into her pink parts. 

Bucking like a wild stallion, Shayleen screamed thru clenched teeth that she was going to cum. Hearing this, made Nessah work ever more feverishly until Shayleen was quivering from head to toe and whimpering. With a quick thrust of her tongue, Nessah eagerly slopped up the sweet juices that were flowing fast from Shayleen's swollen pussy. She stayed there with her tongue and lips covering every part as fast as she could until the last moan escaped Shayleen's breathless lips.

Nessah raised her head and peered into Shayleen's eyes. Then turned to Zane who was sitting again with his knees up to his chest with his shirt and pants back on and said, "Did you pick up any tips, you poor soul?"

Sliding off from the quivering woman, Shayleen and Nessah both stood up and began to dress. Zane, still quite shocked just sat watching with his mouth agape. When the two had their business suits back on and their hair and clothes back in the appropriate places, the elevator shuddered again and started moving.

Zane noticed on the numeral read out of the floors that they were going to be on the main floor in a few seconds and hurriedly asked, "What did I do wrong?"

"Dear, you are a man, and when you learn the touch of a woman, that is when you will get your answer," replied Shayleen in a hushed and sexy voice.

The elevator bell rang announcing that they had arrived on the main floor. The three of them looked at each other right before the bay doors opened with smiles on their faces, and said nothing. The doors opened up to a small group of technicians who were working on the main lines. To them, the three of them looked tired, stressed, and a little ruffled.

"Sorry about that Ms. Jackson, the repairs took longer than expected. I know I said that it would only take two hours and ended being almost four, but we got the problem fixed and this should not happen to you again." said a portly little man with an embarrassed expression on his face.

Shayleen just nodded her head and fluffed her long hair thinking to herself with surprise that she had lost almost four hours and didn't even realize it. She then turned to Zane and said, "And you wonder why I wont date you." Then looking longingly at Nessah she added almost in a whisper, "I will be glad to train you, and yes you are over qualified for the position. I hope we can get together again sometime soon. You two have a good evening." With that, Shayleen headed out the front main doors of the building.

Zane stood in one place with a dumbfounded look on his face and made no effort to say his goodbyes to either of the women. Nessah gave a quick wave to Shayleen and looked back over her shoulder and winked at Zane. She too went on about her evening .

"You ok Mr. Hawkins?" asked the portly fellow.

"I don't think I will ever understand women for the life of me," he mumbled and finally headed for the main doors hanging his head low like a man that has just been beat.

On the three of them went about their way with not one word mentioned of their little escaped in the elevator again.

These events are not real and all the names and characters are all fictional and are not meant to offend any one.



Elevator Music



(Author's Note. Yes, I know that in real life if you stopped an elevator for as long a period of time as this story indicates you would have alarms and inquires. Its a fantasy, darn it.)

The bell chimed softly as the door slid open. Two women entered the elevator. The shorter one walked to the glass wall in front of them, resting her hands on the brass railing that guarded the three clear sides. Middle-aged, she was slender with light brown hair tumbling across her shoulders. She wore a simple black dress, held up by thin straps. Black stockings and black heels completed an outfit set off only by a gold locket suspended by a thin chain around her neck. The outfit might have been somber, but the wide open smile that she favored the city with and the dancing light in her eyes wiped any of those thoughts away.

Her companion pressed a button and waited for the door to close. The elevator began to rise and she stepped forward to stand immediately behind the other woman. She was taller, with a full, rounded body. Also brunette, her hair was darker, almost the deep rich color of the paneling surrounding the door. Her generous breasts strained at her coral dress. She too wore black heels, showing off her legs. Her gaze rested on her companion, a proprietary smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The elevator rose smoothly. One of a matched pair that was duplicated on two other sides of the hotel, the glass walls laid the night time vista of the bustling Southern city in front of them. The soft illumination of the recessed lights allowed them to observe the twinkling lights both below them and the sky above that the surrounding towers pointed towards. A nearly full moon showered the city and the elevator in bright silver light.

When the elevator had reached some 15 stories into the sky, the taller woman reached back and pressed the "Stop" button. She stepped behind her companion. Her hands touched slender hips covered by fine black material. She bent her head towards a waiting ear. Her cheek grazed the other woman's in an almost feline gesture of possession. She whispered, her voice was low, carressing, full of suppressed emotion and desire. 

"All night long I've wanted you. Throughout dinner I wanted to spring across the table and take you. When we went dancing, every movement made my desire for you grow. Whether you danced across the floor alone or with another woman, or you nestled in my arms to the slower songs, every touch, every glance made my heart beat faster, my breath come quicker. Now I have you, here before the entire city, and you are mine."

The smaller woman leaned back against her companion. She felt the hands on her hips begin to move in languid circles, moving slowly down her thighs until the fingers caught the hem of her dress. Slowly those fingers danced up, pausing to caress the flowered tops of the silk stockings, then the smooth white flesh above them. She moaned softly as her companion's touch almost reached the heat building between her legs, but then slipped away to follow the line of her French-cut black satin panties. Her dress bunched about her waist and the cool air made her shiver.

"Yours," she gasped.

The second woman pressed her hips forward, trapping the dress in place. She reached up, unhooked the top of the black dress and drew down the zipper. Her lips brushed over the ear she had been whispering in, then slid to the almost bare shoulders. She caught first one strap, then the other in her teeth, dragging them down trembling arms. She moved back slightly, and the black dress fell down the smaller woman's body, exposing a black lace bra that matched her panties.

"Step out of it, lover," whispered the woman in the coral dress. As the other woman followed directions, she reached around to run her fingertips over the skin exposed by the low cut bra. Reaching into the valley, a quick movement undid the front catch, letting the small but still firm breasts fall free. However the woman did not move her hands. Instead, she caught the black material and began to rub the lace at the top of the cups across the exposed nipples.

The smaller woman moaned louder as the lace scratched across her already hard nipples, rousing them to an even higher pitch of excitement. The other woman smiled and began to pinch and pull on the achingly hard nubbins.

"You like that don't you, my dear," she breathed. 

"Yesssssssss," hissed the smaller woman.

"Take your panties off."

The almost nude woman caught the hem of her panties and pulled the wet satin down over her hips. She wiggled and then kicked them aside with one twist of her foot. The moon had risen, adding its glow to the dim interior lights, outlining and displaying her slender body, now clad only in her thigh high stockings and high heels.

The second woman stepped back, allowing the bra to slip away as she reached down and hoisted her own dress to her waist. She was wearing sheer silken pantyhose, the center of which was already translucent from her own dampness. She wrapped her arms around the woman in front of her pulling her back to her. Her legs slid apart and she pressed herself against the firm ass. Even though they were still covered, when her heavy breasts draped against the other woman's back, her nipples seemed to bore all the way through bra and dress to the smooth skin before them.

One hand grasped a small breast, squeezing it. The other crept down the quivering tummy to part the already swollen lips and dip inside. One finger curled, stroking the length of the slit. It was quickly joined by two others, as the thumb delicately slid under the hood and touched an already throbbing clitoris.

"Oh God," the smaller woman moaned. She ground her ass against woman behind her, leaning forward slightly to push her tailbone up between the nylon covered legs and against the wetness there. She bit her lip as her lover's fingers plunged in and out of her own dripping pussy. She reached back and gripped her lover's hips pulling the larger woman in as her entire body moved in unison with the other's, undulating and sliding up and down.

"Next time, I'll do this to you in broad daylight," the aggressor whispered into the ear her tongue was darting into.

Even in her excitement, the other giggled. "And get us arrested again? What if its not a lovely female officer with a yen for older women this time?" Then words stopped as she gave a muffled cry, her body arching as internal muscles gripped the fingers deep inside her. Almost savagely she ground her ass against the pussy behind her. Her head lolled back and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the other woman's mouth moved and she felt the teeth close on the side of her neck.

"Oh godddddddddddddd," she cried out, loudly now as three fingers spread inside her and the matching thumb pressed hard against her clit. She shook as spasms ran through her body and collapsed back against the other woman, who smiled and cuddled her.

"Mmmmm, MaryAnn, that was wonderful." The woman twisted her head and looked back and up at her lover. "Couldn't wait till we get to the room, again." 

MaryAnn stroked the shorter woman's face with her fingertips. "Must be something you put in my drinks, Sally."

Sally kissed each fingertips. She suddenly giggled. "Don't look now sweetheart, but we're not alone."

MaryAnn followed her long time girlfriend's gaze. A companion elevator was stopped next to theirs. Most of the occupants seemed to be men in their early 20's. MaryAnn vaguely remembered there was some sort of national fraternity get-together but had paid it little mind. And she still didn't care.

"Apparently they've never seen two women make love before," noted Sally. Making no attempt to pick up her clothing, she turned and dipped her knees, as though she was curtsying to them. Then she wrapped her arms around MaryAnn's neck and gave her a long, loving kiss.

"I wouldn't say that about all of them," noted Maryann. It was Sally's turn to look. In the back of the other elevator, almost hidden by the gawking young men, was a female couple. In their late 30's, one was blonde, the other brunette. They were holding hands and standing close to each other. Very close indeed. The blonde blew a kiss over to MaryAnn and Sally. The brunette held up a piece of paper with a series of hastily scrawled numbers on it.

"Room 1762," said Sally. She leaned against the glass, causing the watching males to seem to get a little dizzy. MaryAnn suspected their blood flow was nowhere near their brains. "Call you in the morning," Sally yelled.

MaryAnn pulled the "Stop" button out and the elevator started again. In seconds the doors opened to an empty hallway. Sally absently scooped up her clothing, tossed it over her shoulder and walked down the corridor.

"I hope you have the room card, honey. I want to get a little nap before breakfast. It might prove to be a long day tomorrow."

It was.

(The End)



Elevator Music



Normally, time is not of an essence but my next interlude had to be quick but hopefully satisfying. I was working under the gun with all kinds of deadlines – both personal and business related. Any chance to make love (yes, I said the L word), had to be seized for the pure unadulterated pleasure but with an eye as always on the clock.

I wasn't always this way. In my younger days, I was able to take hours and hours to pleasure both my mate and myself. However, as I began the trip up the corporate ladder to higher and higher levels, the available time to spend in pleasurable pursuits had become fewer and fewer in number. Fact be known, it had been several months since I had any free time and I was feeling the definite need for satisfaction and I planned on remedying that situation tonight. And, I wasn't too choosy just where I was going to find it!

I closed the corporate tax file I had been working on for two days and glanced at my watch. Nine p.m.! And I hadn't even stopped for dinner; these late nights at the office were definitely taking a toll on both my social and sex lives and it was time to correct the situation. I pushed my chair back to the credenza behind me, stood and grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair. Swinging up my briefcase as I headed out the door, I flipped off the light. The rest of the large office suite was in darkness.

I knew I needed something to drink but, more important, I needed something solid in my stomach. I had been so wound up in work that I had forgotten to eat lunch. In fact, I didn't remember the last time I had eaten – was it this morning (No) or last night? Ah well; all that mattered was to fill the two primary needs – first food than drink. Following that, I would work on my other hunger – sex!

I pushed the call button for the elevator; damn – it just seemed that when I was in a hurry, the cars took forever to climb to the 48th floor where my offices were. Just this one time, and as late as this was, couldn't the elevator arrive just a little bit quicker? After all, it was after nine and there shouldn't be anyone else around, should there?

I was pacing back and forth as my frustrations grew until I finally heard the familiar chirp signally the opening of the doors. I stepped in to be greeted by the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. She had red hair; no, that's not a strong enough word! She had this mane of wild russet hair that framed her face even though it was somehow gathered and fastened at the back. As I nodded at her and turned to press the button for the parking level where I had left my car hours ago, I realized that the framing of her face constituted tendrils of loose hair.

She was wearing a hunter green business suit that was cut so as to show off her great curves; the skirt was cut just above the knees and hugged every curve. She had the jacket to the suit casually thrown over her left shoulder and the sheer white blouse cupped her firm breasts so perfectly. I could see her pert nipples standing firm against the flimsy material and knew at an instant that she wasn't graced with a bra. I was a confirmed heterosexual but at that moment, I almost wished I were bi!

The inner walls of the elevator car were lined with highly polished mirrors and brass so that I was able to feast my eyes on this vision while I faced the door. Her eyes were a piercing green that sparkled as she returned my tenuous smile. Her beauty was overwhelming and I could sense her delicately applied perfume – Eau de Claire, one of my favourite scents.

Just as I was about to turn and great her with an introduction, the elevator suddenly jerked to a stop – we were between the 25th and 24th floors. The lights flickered and then died and we were plunged into total darkness. Now under normal circumstances, I am pretty level headed. However, I am claustrophobic and the closeness of the stranded elevator car – added to the complete inky darkness – was enough to start me shaking. Of course, a moment after the sudden stop, the car dropped again – felt like 50 feet but likely less than 10 - with another abrupt halt. This was too much and I started to whimper.

I felt in the darkness the soft touch of a woman's hand on my neck and as she stroked me, she murmured "Shhh; we'll be all right"

I shuddered and started to calm down; her touch and words had a very relaxing feel and without thinking, I leaned back against her momentarily before jumping and apologizing as I pulled myself together. "I'm sorry! I sort of lost it. I think I'll be all right for now – as long as they get us out of here soon"

In a soft Irish lilt, she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Meagan" I felt her hand run down my arm in the darkness until she took my hand in her smooth warm fingers.

"Wish we could have met under different circumstances, Meagan. And I am Caroline; but everyone calls me Caro"

"Nice to meet you, Caro; are you going to be all right?"

"Sure, I assured her" not so sure myself. I fumbled around on the control panel trying to find the hidden emergency telephone. As I opened the door, the phone fell with a muted 'thunk' to the carpeted floor. In a panic, I reached down to recover the handset only to feel the coiled cord hanging loose in my hand. It either hadn't been connected yet – this building had only opened a few months ago – or it had been vandalized. Likely the latter since the inspectors would never clear the building with such an oversight.

I cried out my discovery to Meagan and handed her the remains of what I presumed was going to be our salvation. I was becoming unglued at the prospect of being stuck in a small, dark place for some indeterminate period. Without the phone, there was no way to call for help. I tried my cell phone but of course, in the bowels of a steel and concrete building, there was no signal. When Meagan tried her newer unit, she found that the battery had died. We were trapped!

I started to cry and Meagan took me in her arms as we sunk to the floor in the corner. Her warm arms were a real comfort and I found myself getting control over my breathing – I had been hyperventilating until I almost passed out. I, without thought, snuggled closer to my new acquaintance and slowly drifted off.

45 minutes later:

I awoke with a start! Where was I? Why is it so dark? Then the memories started to return in a flood and I reached out in the blackness for Meagan as I called her name.

"Right here, Caro" I felt her hands reaching for me and I pulled her close. 

"Please don't let me sleep again! I was dreaming and forgot all about where I was. It really frightened me to lose my focus like that"

Once assured that it wouldn't happen again, we started to exchange information about ourselves as a way to pass time. Meagan was an associate with the large law firm that occupied the top two floors of the tower since it opened. The masthead on their letters listed the best known corporate and criminal lawyers in the state. She had joined the firm a year ago – before its move – and was fast tracked for a partnership. She was concerned however that her gender was going to impede her; the firm was definitely an 'old boy' firm. Still, she had high hopes.

I filled her in on my less then stellar life story. Raised in a strict Catholic home, the thoughts of moving to the big city had been the furthest from my mind during my tender years. However, as a straight A student throughout my high school and community college years, the temptation of the full scholarship to a high end university to obtain my degrees in Business Administration and Finance and been too much for my hard done parents to resist. So off I went.

My four years at the all girl school left me severely wanting in male companionship but I certainly soon became familiar with women having sex with other women. My roommate had a voracious appetite and seemed to devour every girl who looked at her. As to myself, I had proved to be too much of a challenge to her and she left me alone, as did all the other girls. More than once, however, I had been awakened to the sounds of Jeannie 'rutting' in the other bed and I tried without too much success to drown out the sounds.

Truth be told, I did find myself becoming very wet as I listened to the sounds of Jeannie and her latest conquest and, on many occasions, my hand found its way between my legs to relieve myself. On no occasion did I allow it to go further and I usually had to go to confession the next morning to assuage my guilty conscience. So much for freedom of expression!

As I related my frustrated history to Meagan, I felt her nearness in the darkness. Although we were trapped in a stranded elevator in a luxury downtown office building, the space in the elevator was somewhat cramped; and, the temperature was starting to rise with the absence of air conditioning. It was this fact that told us that the problem at hand was one of a power failure (quite common in New York summers) rather than a mechanical problem with the elevator. Or so we hoped!

As the temperature rose, I was finding my suit jacket oppressive and I slipped it off and laid it on the carpet by my stretched out legs. I was leaning against the side wall of the car and could feel the still cool surface of the mirrored wall against my skin. The perspiration trickling down my neck was dampening my cotton shirt so that it felt like it was pasted to my torso. I was so warm that I felt like I was suffocating and I tore at the buttoned neckline to open the top. There – at least some modicum of relief! 

I ran my hand down my neck until I reached the upper part of my bra. Given the muggy heat of a New York summer, I had worn one of my soft one piece bras to try to accommodate at least to some degree the stifling temperatures. This had worked fine in the air conditioning of the office but was failing miserably now. I simply had to get rid of the constrictions of the garment. Since we were in such darkness, I felt a degree of anonymity and I slowly unbuttoned my shirt to the point that I could reach behind me to release the clasp behind my back.

"Can I help you with that?" I heard from beside me. I jumped as I had thought that Meagan had moved to the opposite side of the car from me.

"Wh...What do you mean 'help me'?" I stuttered.

Meagan laughed in a wonderful musical trill. "I mean that I know how restricting and hot I am in a bra; that is why I never wear one on days like this"

"But, what about your bosses? Don't they frown on that?" I asked as I paused in my actions to release my small breasts from their confinement.

"As long as I wear my suit jacket and keep producing the volume of billable hours that I am doing now, they wouldn't dare call me on it. Now, can I help you or not?"

I declined her offer of assistance and quickly doffed the offending brassiere. As I fumbled to pull it through the arms of my shirt, my hand ran along Meagan's arm and it felt like a shock of electricity had coursed through my body. Muttering apologies, I could only wonder what had precipitated that response. Meagan laughed it all off but I could feel her heat and nearness as I quickly tried to re-button my blouse.

As I drew the front closed over my now naked breasts, the starched material scraped over my nipples and I could feel them harden and grow. As quietly as I could, I reached inside the gaping opening and cupped one of my 32-B's in my hand and ran my thumb over the throbbing nipple. A guttural moan escaped my lips before I could stop it and I pulled my hand away with embarrassment. Unfortunately, my dilemma did not escape Meagan's attention and I felt her hand as it covered mine. She drew our hands back inside my open shirt to its place where it had rested a moment before.

This time, however, it was her finger that grazed my nipple and I arched my back into her hand in an effort to fill her hand with my needy tit. I pulled my hand forcibly from beneath hers and fell back against the wall as she caressed me. I couldn't help myself – I started to moan again and could feel myself go wet. Why, why was this happening to me; I am a good catholic girl who has never let another woman touch me!

"Don't fight it, Caro" she whispered almost directly into my ear. She was so close I felt the exhalation of her warm breath as it caressed me. As her fingers danced lightly over my nipple, I felt my senses reel as she sucked my tender ear lobe. Her hot tongue circled that sensitive appendage until I was creaming constantly. I reached with my own hand and unerringly found the firmness of her breast through the thin covering offered by her blouse. Like me, she was so hot that the shirt did little to cover her erect and engorged nipples. For the first time, I was touching another woman's nipples (up to this point, it was only my own when I was masturbating which had become close to an everyday occurrence) and the thrill of it was overwhelming. As Meagan caressed me, I responded in kind.

It all seemed just so natural until I sensed her breath on my lips; she was going to kiss me! I started to turn my face since I wasn't sure that this is what I wanted but then changed my mind. Hell! If I am going to play touchy feely, then I might as well go for it all. It is amazing how fast these thoughts fly through one's mind; before I knew it, I felt the softness of her lips as they brushed mine. It was so amazing; it was completely unlike the roughness I had experienced from my male acquaintances and certainly different from my last boyfriend!

I started to moan only to find as I parted my lips that her insistent tongue invaded my mouth. It felt so right especially since her hand was still caressing my tit and, occasionally, her fingers gently tweaked the throbbing nipple that crowned it. I drew her tongue into my mouth by sucking on it and then parted my lips further and slowly extended my tongue to meet with hers. She immediately sucked my invading tongue until I pushed her away. I had to catch my breath!

I was trembling now – not with fear but with pent up need mixed with a fear of what would happen next – but for what might not. I wanted to take the next step forward but simply did not know what to do and, even if I did know, I feared that I would screw it up. If only Meagan would take the lead! This was all so new to me and I was afraid to admit it for fear that it would stop; quite a predicament – wanting it to go and stop in one breath!

As if she could read my mind, I felt Meagan stand and reach down for my hands. "Here, Caro; stand up and lean against the wall. Let me make love to you?"

"Oh, God, yes" I cried and allowed her to pull me to a standing position. My legs felt like rubber but when I leaned back against the wall, I felt the brass bar behind my back and I held on to it with both hands at my side for fear that my legs would give out from under me.

Just at that moment, the small emergency light in the corner of the car illuminated. Since it was battery run, the power failure hadn't stopped it from turning on but, for some unknown reason, it hadn't kicked in as soon as the power failed. It was just one more complaint for the landlords – assuming of course that we ever got out of here.

In the light of the dim red bulb, I had my chance to look at Meagan for the first time since the power failure. Her hair was tousled and wild and her eyes were almost feral as she gazed deeply into my own. Her blouse was open to the waist and one delectable cone-shaped breast was exposed. The absolute look of lust turned me on so much that I took her shoulders and pulled her into my kiss. As our tongues did lascivious battle, I glanced over her shoulder to see my own image reflected in the mirror on the opposing wall. My own face was suffused with longing and my hair was as wild as Meagan's. In fact, it was even more tangled and my skin was flushed and bore a sheen of sweat – part due to the increasing heat but mostly, I was sure, to the unbridled passion I was experiencing for the first time.

I pulled away from Meagan and turned her to face the other wall. As we looked at our images, I lowered my lips to kiss her lightly on the neck and exposed shoulder – with the buttons open, the covering had slipped over one shoulder. She lifted her arms over her head and circled my neck with her hands with the effect that her chest extended outwards. With my arm snaking around under her arm, I cupped her firm exposed breast in my hand and squeezed it firmly. With my thumb, I tweaked her hard nipple and, as I did, she turned her head far enough for me to kiss her lips hungrily.

Now we were both moaning as the eroticism of the whole situation struck us. Here I was – an uptight inexperienced professional woman being seduced in an elevator stuck almost 250 feet above ground level – and she, obviously experienced in the Sapphic ways was turning me on with such heat. I was frantically tearing at her shirt to untuck it and release those delectable globes for my eager hands. Meagan pulled far enough away from me to leave me the required room to peel it from her shoulders and down her arms. At the same time, I shrugged my own untucked shirt off my shoulders to fall behind me. As both dropped to the carpet, she leaned once more against me as I massaged each firm cone and excited the firm nipples – they grew even more under my touch! My own bullet hard nips were burning into her back.

With one hand gladly busy at her breast, I slid the other lower until I reached the waist band of her tight skirt. Under my probing fingers, I found the side zipper and I bent my knees behind her sufficient to allow me to lower the fastener enough so that the skirt slipped over her hips to pool at her feet. I feasted my eyes at this splendid specimen reflected in the mirror – clad only in her high heels and sheer green hold-ups with a wisp of a triangle covering what was obviously a cleanly shaved mons – and my mouth went dry as Saharan sand.

Still leaning back against me, I watched entranced as Meagan lightly ran her tapered fingers over the sopping wet thong and pressed the skimpy material into her puffy pussy lips. We both moaned as our level of passion escalated; I couldn't bear the thought of being mostly dressed whilst Meagan was so blatantly pleasuring herself.

As I whimpered in dismay, my new lover turned about and kissed me – at first softly and then with increased passion. As she pulled away from me, she reached down between us and once again slid her finger over her soaked pussy. I could smell the aroma of arousal – mine combined with hers – and my knees grew weak. Meagan raised her cum-covered finger and brushed it across my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked it in to experience my first taste of her. Different from my own (only tasted during extreme masturbation sessions) but wonderful; all the more so since Meagan was sharing of it so tenderly.

As I leaned back against the wall for support, Meagan leaned down to run her tongue through the valley formed by my firm breasts. As I tried to press a nipple into her mouth, she teased me by holding me still enough that I couldn't move. With tantalizing slowness, her hot tongue travelled up the curve of my right breast to circle the turgid nipple. I was aching for her to take me into her mouth and pleaded for release. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt her lips capture my painfully hard nipple and aureole. Both were sucked so hard that I was sure that I would orgasm from the sensational feeling!

But she was far from finished; her hands were busily relieving me of my skirt and, as I felt it slip smoothly over my hips and down my legs to the floor, I lifted each foot in turn to kick it aside. We were now both in our heels, hose and thongs. You see, in my case, I was the uptight almost virgin who wore severe professional clothes on the outside but secretly wore a garter belt, thong and silk stockings under them. It was almost that I was walking around hoping someone would ravage me – it never happened. Until now! And this was a totally different kind of 'ravage' from what I had envisioned. I loved it and had lost any vestige of control. I was now simply Meagan's sex toy to do with as she chose!




Elevator Music



As I slid my hand down her silky smooth back, she continued to feast on my nipples until the feeling in my pussy from all the flowing cum and the almost sonic shocks that seemed to track from each amazingly hard nipple was overwhelming. I begged her to 'stop ...no, don't stop' several times until her lips slowed their wondrous attack and she began to lave each of my firm globes with her talented tongue. Her tongue was so smooth – nothing like that of the few men with whom I had experienced any level of intimacy. Her hand slid over my belly soooo slowlyyy...

Feeling that warm soft hand as it caressed my skin was so intense that my knees again buckled under me and I quickly held on to Meagan's shoulders for support. Frantically, I hoarsely whispered "whoa... what are you doing. Oh!" The question went unanswered as she ran her fingers over the exceedingly wet material covering my pussy (untouched by only my fingers in so long). "Oh; oh!" again.

"Mmmmm" that feels so wonderful" I gasped as she pressed the sheer piece of nothing between my engorged pussy lips. 

Meagan, while still moving her fingers over and into my yearning special place, slowly rose as she trailed her lascivious tongue through the valley of my breasts, along my collar bone to my shoulder and up both sides of my neck to my ears, one by one. As she nibbled softly on one ear, she whispered "Stand and hold onto the brass rail, baby. You are about to catch the brass ring!"

This analogy to the old merry-go-rounds was not lost to me and I almost eagerly reached once again behind me to grasp the thick round rail surrounding the car. I felt that it was the one solid security I had in this new and wondrous event and I watched in the dimness of the emergency light's redness as Meagan started to kneel before me. She didn't immediately drop to her knees as I expected; rather, she started with her hands on my shoulders, slid them around my arms to my sensitive underarms (where she softly stroked me until my body shook with feelings of surrender to this extraordinary lover). Then my breasts! Oh, my! My breasts!

Her fingers, over rather the pads of them, so lightly stroked the sides of each breast that I tried in vain to thrust my chest forward to try for more; this was not to be so since those amazing fingers then slid to the underside of each tit and lightly brushed each with her fingernails – the pleasure resulting was almost painfully exquisite! Her lips returned fleetingly to worship each nipple as she lovingly cupped each of my yearning breasts in her hands. Amazing!

Excruciating slowly, her hands lightly brushed my trembling abdomen as they slid lower and lower; I cried out in frustration as she was torturing me by not helping me release all my pent-up needs. Without thought, I moved my feet further apart in hopes that the increased access would speed her on her way to my nirvana. She was driving me insane! She skirted my soaked pussy to lightly stroke my inner thighs with just the tips of her fingers. Her body started to follow the tracking of her hands as she lowered herself to crouch at my feet. I could hear her breathe in deeply as she inhaled the overwhelming scent of my arousal. I could feel, as never before, the flow of my excitement as it streamed down my inner thighs only to be lapped up.

In her recovery of my cum, her hot tongue seemed to burn its way along the surface of my skin and I held on to the rail behind me for dear life. I was that sure that my legs were going to betray me and I would collapse on the carpeted floor in a mass of quivering jelly. At my hips, I could feel the light touch of her fingers as she slipped them underneath the skimpy band securing my thong; I was so wet, I couldn't fathom just how she was going to extract them. I could feel them as they adhered to the puffy outer lips of my pussy.

With an exhalation of warm air directly on my most secret place, Meagan gently separated the saturated silk from my clinging labia. As she pulled the thong downwards, I felt the delicious wave of a small orgasm run through me like wildfire! If that is to be an indication of things to come, I was breathless with anticipation! Ah! Finally; the movement of cool air across my exposed labia as the last of the wisp of material was cleared and slid – with Meagan's assistance – down my legs. She gripped my ankles one by one and helped me lift my feet clear.

I looked down at Meagan with hooded eyes to see her turn her face upwards towards me and bring the sodden thong to her lips. Her pink tongue flicked out and ran the length of the crotch and lapped up the secretions waiting for her there. A deep guttural moan escaped her throat "Mmmmm! You taste wonderfull!" She then raised the handful of material to her nose and inhaled deeply. "And smell soooo good!"

With that, she tossed the thong over her shoulder and reached down to grasp my ankle and lifted my left leg to rest over her shoulder. I knew that this exposed my by now throbbing pussy to her gaze and whatever she was going to subject me to but I simply did not care. I wanted – no, needed, - to be ravished and I was prepared to do anything she asked. For the first time, I realized that I had stopped caring about being trapped – time had stood still and I never wanted it to start again! My raw emotions and feelings of unbridled lust for the stranger gazing at my hungry pussy were overriding my sense of reason. Instead of a logical mind, I was possessed by pure animal instinct!

I curled my raised ankle around her neck to encourage her incursion into my flowing puss. Her warm breath that flowed across my engorged labia was sure to drive me mad and I pleaded for her to give me relief. "Oh God, please! I need you lips on mine!" I cried.

My reward was the slight stirring of the sparse hairs covering my pussy as she blew over me; no where near to what I had asked for but at least a beginning. All I knew at that point was that I needed her to taste me; that would be all it would take to ... Lord God! There it was ... Mmmmm! 

I growled deep inside my chest as I started the climb. "Now! Pleeese!"

Meagan thrust her tongue deep inside my steaming pussy and my sweaty palms slipped along the bar as I bucked my hips wildly against her mouth! "Ooooh! Please don't stopppp!

Meagan slid her tongue repeated inside me as I orgasmed again and again. She then replaced her tongue with two fingers and, while fucking me thus, ran her smooth hot tongue – now slick with my cum – over my clit. This resulted in another orgasm so fierce that my hands could no longer support me and I slid slowly down the wall. When my rump landed on the soft carpet, Meagan followed me down and with her lovely ass in the air, continued her amorous assault. My legs spayed apart to welcome her unimpeded access and I was rewarded with a series of massive orgasms as they swept through my very fibre.

I continued to pant rapidly as I strained to control my shaking and finally slipped into euphoric blackness. The 'petite-mort" lasted only for a moment but it seemed like an eternity. As I regained my composure, I found Meagan's eyes gazing fearfully into my eyes. "I was worried about you there for an instant, Caro" she smiled. "I have never had that happen to a lover before"

My heart skipped a moment as I felt a rush of jealousy sweep through me; the thought of her sharing herself with another woman weighed heavily in my heart. I wanted me to be the only one! Then reality struck as I accepted the fact that a woman with this talent to overwhelm me had to have had many lovers in her past. I found myself reconciled to this until she leaned into me and whispered into my ear "Would you come home with me, Cherie? I want to spend the weekend with you. And more beyond if you so desire"

Hope swelled in my breast as I swooned into her arms and whispered my response. "Yes!"

Sounds of voices and banging in the elevator shaft above us drew our attention from the exquisite kiss that sealed our intent. "Is anyone in the car? This is the fire department"

I called out, at first huskily and then with a bellow of shared relief and sadness that our interlude was interrupted. "Yes! There are two of us here – Meagan and I!"

"We'll have you out soon, ladies. Relax and you can be freed within an hour or so. We have been searching all the high-rises downtown and getting trapped people free"

Calling our OK, we turned into a lingering kiss and then searched the floor by the flickering emergency light for our strewn clothing. As we finished dressing, the main lights came on and we sat side by side as we whispered endearments to each other.

The beginning!



Elevator Music



Walking slowly through the florescent-lit lounge of the Plaza Hotel in Berlin, Germany at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Alexander arrived at his favorite elevator. He was dressed out for a business meeting that had just been canceled because of weather, so his dark blue suit was slightly damp, and his long, light-brown hair was sleek and dark from the rain. He had no idea why he liked this elevator, but he did. He had really weird visions and premonitions, and when he felt strongly about something, it usually turned out in his favor when he followed it. 

Alex hit the 'up' button, and waited until the elevator dinged. He heard the old music, which he faintly recognized, but ignored, because of the tiny room's other occupant, who didn't get off at the ground floor. He was wearing tight, black jeans that rippled against his muscular legs. His red hair was running free, and his white sleeveless shirt was tight against his highly toned chest. He and Alex were about the same height, 6'2".

"Hi. I'm Alex," he said, extending his hand. The other man took it, and shook with a firm hand.

"Wil. Wil Stephens," when he shook Alex's hand, he stared right into his eyes. Alex's were green, while Wil's were a deep and crystal blue. Alex hit his floor button. Wil watched him, and seemed to stare lustfully out of the corner of his eye. Alex's cheeks grew hot, and he looked down at his feet. 

Thirteen floors had gone past, and Alex felt a presence near his cheek, so he swiftly turned his head to the left. Wil's hand gripped his cheek softly, and turned Alex's head to look into his eyes. He moved in, and kissed Alex chastely, no more than a touching of lips.

Alex felt his whole body tingle with lust. Alex's subtle premonitions were right, once again. He blessed them, and stared through the corner of his eyes at Wil, who was looking at the button panel, completely ignoring Alex. He cleared his throat, and Wil glanced over. Right then, Alex leaned over and kissed him, flicking his tongue across the other's lips and teeth. Wil eventually granted passage of the writhing organ and Alex explored the new, wet cavern open to him. They eventually broke away, panting heavily.

Another kiss soon followed, with a new experience for Alex. He had never before had someone invite his tongue into his or her mouth, and then suck on it with such tenderness. Or roughness. He had hardly known the man for ten minutes, and hadn't said more than three words to the guy, yet here he was, raging war with his tongue.

The elevator dinged, effectively startling Alex. A man walked in, saw the two still kissing, and then backed into the opposite corner, watching them. Wil decided to show off, kissing up and down Alex's neck and nibbling on his earlobe, placing his hands roughly on Alex's ass, massaging and kneading. "What floor, man?" Alex asked, between gasps. 

"Um... What? Oh, floor forty-two please," the man said, still staring wide-eyed at the two men, fondling and kissing each other. That was the same floor Alex and Wil were going to. Well, Alex assumed Wil was going to go to his room. I mean, you just don't kiss a stranger, and then expect not to get fucked.

The floor number was rising, 40. Wil's hands were working his ass delicately, then roughly, then back to tenderly. 41. Wil's tongue ran over Alex's stubble of a beard, licking his earlobes and placing love marks up and down his neck. 42. The elevator dinged, the other man ran out, and Wil and Alex tumbled, falling through the doorway. 

They rose swiftly, kissing and licking each other. Alex fumbled for his key to the room, and dropped it on accident. He bent over to pick it up, and Wil reached up and fondled his ass with one hand, and his swiftly rising erection with the other. Alex jumped up, unlocked and flung open the door, and the two stumbled in, kissing deeply. Alex pushed Wil against the bed, and he fell back, dragging Alex on top of him. 

They began to fumble with each other's clothing, and eventually, Wil's shirt came off. Alex pressed his arms against the bed, and pulled Wil's pants off, but left his lavender boxers on. Sweat coated Wil's chest, and he looked delicious to Alex, so Alex kissed him, and moved around, nibbling on his earlobe and licking up and down his neck, while Wil gasped and tried to pleasure Alex in some small way. What he didn't realize was that pleasuring Wil was giving quite enough pleasure to Alex.

He moved down, running his tongue against the hollow of Wil's chest, and then moved to his right nipple, which was quite erect, and begin to suckle on it, and rubbed the other with his hand. He switched to the other dark ring of flesh and swirled it with his tongue, too. Wil's gasps of pleasure quickly had giggles added in when Alex's roving tongue left a trail of fire to Wil's navel, where it dipped in and swirled around. 

After Alex's ministrations moved farther south, they met the soft cotton cloth of Wil's boxers. The left a mark of wetness down to the head of Wil's quite massive erection, it was seemingly 8" in length, and growing. He began to suck and nibble on his head, licking the cloth. Wil screamed in torture, and begged Alex to remove the hindrances. 

He complied slowly, dragging the torturing cloth against Wil's cock. He gasped and whimpered at the agonizing slowness at which his request was being carried out. When the boxers were off, Alex began to massage Wil's sac with his hand, and the head of Wil's cock with his tongue. 

He alternated at minute intervals, but after about ten minutes of Wil's panting moans and gasps, he was almost done. Alex sensed this, and quickly shifted so his mouth was engulfing and eagerly licking the hard member. Wil soon gripped the bed on both sides, moaned once, and let out a primal roar as he relinquished his seed into Alex's waiting mouth. His mouth quickly filled, so he swallowed some of it, but saved some inside his mouth. He placed his hand around the base of Wil's cock, squeezed lightly, and kissed his new lover, passing some of his own cum into his mouth. 

Alex started to strip himself, and once Wil's sexual high wore off a bit, he jumped up to help. Together, they got out of his suit in no time, leaving him naked and sweaty on the bed. Wil stood there, for a second, watching Alex, admiring the sexy body beneath him, before he stooped down and kissed him roughly, smashing their lips together.

He moved down, leaving bites against Alex's tender flesh of his neck and collarbone. Each rough ministration brought another gasp and moan from Alex, and Wil had no intention of leaving him disappointed. He reached one of the dark nubs of flesh, and took it into his mouth, nibbling and sucking roughly on the nipple. This brought an increase in volume of moans from Alex, and an increase in excitement from Wil. He moved to the other one, licking and biting it roughly. He decided that Alex's nipples had enough, and moved his tongue of fire and biting teeth downwards.

He met with the hard ridges of muscle with much licking and teeth action. He moved down to Alex's navel, and licked his way into the small hole. He bit down on the skin, causing Alex to gasp and breathe heavily. "W-Wil..." Alex gasped, and placed his hand on his swiftly stiffening member. Wil quickly batted it away and moved his body lower on the other.

Wil's mouth reached the nape of the carefully trimmed rough raven curls. He took a few of the sweaty strands in his mouth and clamped on them with his teeth, pulling back roughly. Alex gasped louder, and Wil ripped the small patch out. He spat the hairs on the floor and licked his way through the maze of hair.

Wil moved his mouth to the base of Alex's cock, and he licked and circled his tongue around the base of it. Alex moaned softly, and progressively louder when Wil's tongue moved up and licked tenderly around the shaft. He surprised Alex when he took the whole head in his mouth, biting and sucking roughly. Alex responded with another series of moans and placed his hands on the back of Wil's head.

Wil responded by moving his tongue down the shaft, as far as it would go, while still sucking and nibbling roughly. He swiftly began bobbing his head at varying lengths, every ten or so swallowing as much of it as he could without choking.

Alex intense moans were probably disturbing other people, but the two fevered fuckers didn't care. They were lost in intense pleasure, giving into the carnal urges that their minds and cocks were screaming at them. Blowing Alex gave Wil a certain pleasure too, he could feel the warm weight of his new lover's cock in his mouth, and he had a fetish for mouth contact. 

Wil was extremely horny, but determined to make Alex cum before he had his way with him. He knew that that would more than likely proceeded with himself being penetrated by Alex. His thoughts were interrupted with his hair being tugged on hard and a loud moan of "W-W-Wil!" as Alex came abruptly into his mouth. Wil loved the taste, and left the cum on his tongue to preserve it. He swallowed when it was mostly saliva.

Alex was high off of Wil's ministrations, and he felt like he was floating on a cloud. A very warm and soft cloud. His cloud drifted apart swiftly when Wil's hands were roughly shaking him. "Alex! Up!" He rose through a fog, opening his eyes slowly and blinking the sexual high out of his eyes. When his eyes focused, he saw a beautiful, sexy, sweaty, aroused man poised to push his cock deep into Alex's ass. The fog almost overwhelmed his sight again, but he forced it down.

"W-Will..." Alex moaned and tried to sit up, licking his lips softly. He wanted another taste of that... Wil pushed him back roughly and spat on his hand. He moved the saliva to the tips of his fingers, and placed them at the entrance to Alex's lovely cavern. He looked at the other, who nodded swiftly in affirmation.

Wil swiftly plunged a finger into Alex, who moaned softly in an odd mixture of pleasure and pain. Wil swirled his finger around, slowly stretching the entrance. He added another finger, scissoring them slowly. A third soon followed, and when Wil felt that he was stretched adequately for what he was about to do, removed his fingers slowly. Alex groaned, loosing the full feeling that Wil's fingers gave him, but he was almost certain that something was going to replace them... He was not disappointed.

Wil looked down at the man in front of him, smiling lustfully. He positioned himself for entrance, and Alex nodded acceptance, and Wil nodded back. He pushed himself in slowly, but gained speed. Alex moaned and gasped through the whole ordeal. Primal grunts of pleasure emitted from Wil's throat as he pushed his length into Alex's tight ass. Seven, eight, nine inches of cock impaled Alex. He screamed with pleasure and pain as he was probed by Wil's member.

Wil buried himself as deep as he could, all way to the hilt of his proverbial sword. Alex practically screamed in pleasure. When the other was adjusted, Wil gently slid out until it was just his head inside. He thrusted forcefully, digging himself back deeper and bumping the sensitive flesh of Alex's prostate. He screamed out in pleasure, moaning his new lover's name. "W-W-Wil!"

Wil continued to thrust, roughly and forcefully, striking the flesh deep inside his partner, who continually screamed his pleasure to the world. He teasingly slowed down, moving at an agonizing snail's pace. He then went faster than he had before, and then slowed down to the teasing pace. This caused amazing feelings inside Alex, and he felt himself going deeper and deeper, nearing his orgasm. Wil sensed this too, and felt himself nearing his own climax. 

Wil began the rapid pace again, rapidly striking the sensitive flesh around his prostate. Alex screamed in pleasure, obviously seconds away from his orgasm. Wil pulled himself almost all the way out, then slammed himself back in. He continued this, adding to the immense pleasure they both were feeling. Alex's eyes screwed tight as he screamed "WIL!" to the rafters of the hotel. His orgasm clamped down on Wil's cock, and he roared in a primal scream. Wil slammed himself as deep as he would go into Alex, and shot his seed deep into the man before him. 

Alex saw the haze rising again, and let it overtake him. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Wil's waist. The other man chuckled at the innocent gesture of love, and pulled himself out of the other. Alex groaned, and collapsed back on the bed, sighing faintly. Wil pulled him up by his shoulders. "Oh no you're not, buddy, I still get mine!" He shouted.

A small squeak was heard from the general area of the door. Wil knew what that squeak meant, someone was standing right outside the door, trying to get a better view. Wil smiled inwardly. He was going to put on a show.

Alex rose out of his second haze faster. He saw Wil glancing sideways at the partially opened door, and saw the flashes of black and white that meant a maid who was on duty was staring at their nakedness. It got him hard again. 

He felt himself rise swiftly to the occasion, poking softly at Wil's stomach that was flushed with fuck-fever. Wil straddled the other's hips, and raised his puckered entrance for Alex to prep. He gathered some of the fluids on Wil's cock, making him moan.

He plunged a gentle finger deep into Wil. He waited, and then added another, and scissored them softly. Wil moaned in pleasure, and tried to push the fingers deeper. Alex pulled them out completely, and then placed three inside there. Bu the time he was able to fit his pinky in the company, he decided the other was ready.

Alex pushed the other forward, and made Wil place himself just so, hovering over the other's cock. He pressed himself down slowly, engulfing the head, which caused another moan to emit from the already-strangled lips of Wil. He pressed harder, harder, while Alex thrusted upwards, penetrating deeply of his new friend.

Alex didn't leave Wil's cock alone for a second, though. Even as he was fucking him swiftly in the ass, he felt the urge to make sure the other part of Wil wasn't alone either. His hand closed softly around the other's erect member, and he pumped in tune to their fucking. Alex felt the urge to get a better angle, so he swiftly knelt up, forcing Wil to his knees. He swung up, making Wil go on all fours. They continued their vapid fucking, soft and slow.

The figure outside pushed open the door a little wider, in shock, watching the two new lovers fuck. They put on a spectacular show, their doggy-style fucking and moaning was turning on the maid to no extent. The maid's body acted of it's own accord, drawing itself closer to the two men. "Hey, mind shutting that door on your way in?" Wil asked, painting with pleasure. The maid jumped, and slammed the door shut. Wil motioned for the maid to sit down, and the newcomer complied. "We'll be with you in a minute." Alex said, with a chuckle. "Oh my God..." the maid said, and leaned in with rapt attention, watching the two men making love on the bed. The two lovers giggled, and then adjusted position so they were on their sides, Alex ramming himself into the other. Moans from both parties showed just how much they loved it.

About five minutes later, Alex grew bored of this, so he adjusted the twosome so they were in an almost missionary position, with Alex standing on the floor driving himself into Wil, much the same way that Wil had fucked Alex. It wasn't long before Wil was painting harder and harder, becoming more vocal with his pleasure, and getting closer to his orgasm. 

Alex's own orgasm was approaching, but his signal was the quieting down of all these vocalizations. They were soon on the brink, and not long after, over the brink. In freefall, Alex shoved himself into Wil, as far as he would go, and screamed his new lover's name. Wil arched his back and came onto the other's chest, spraying his seed all over the tanned muscle. Alex shot his own seed deep inside Wil, making him feel even more full and warm. 

The maid gasped and leaned back into the chair. Wil shook his head quickly and then got up on his hands. He licked his seed off of Alex's chest while he recovered. Alex pulled himself out, and was intensely aroused by the sight of a small trail of cum connecting his still slick cock and Wil's puckered entrance.

The maid squeaked softly, and both of the men turned their heads in that direction. The two men looked at each other, smiled, and looked back. "Your turn." Wil said, with a devilish smile on his face. 

"O-okay..." the newcomer said, and both men rose and advanced. They started with the maid's top, pulling it away quickly. Much to their surprise, the maid didn't have the big, perky tits that they had seen due to the bulky maid's outfit. Actually, the maid was fairly flat-chested. But, neither of the men cared. Alex kissed the maid softly, softly pressing together their tongues. Wil worked on the maid's lacy skirt. When he had pulled away the bulky things, he gasped softly and poked Alex's shoulder.

Alex swiftly looked down. He noticed the maid's frilly panties and unshed socks, and then gasped himself. Stretching the fabric of the frilly panties outward was a raging hard cock! 

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be a he!" Alex exclaimed, and kissed him again. Wil began to suck on the knob of it before taking the panties off, and the other man moaned softly around Alex's invading tongue. "What's you name, hon?" Alex asked.

"R-Richie, s-sir. I mean, R-Richmond." The third boy said. "S-sixteen." Richie answered to Alex's second question. "But I won't tell if you want to do stuff to me!" He exclaimed.

"No problem, kid. You're of legal age here anyway." Wil said, with a smile, and continued ravishing the covered cock with his mouth. More moans emitted from the mouth of the child, as he was being simultaneously sucked off through his panties and kissed deeply.

Wil had enough of the hindrances and quickly shed the boy's frilly pink cloth. He attacked the cock with renewed vigor, running his tongue around the rim of the head. He took the whole knob into his mouth again, moving it between his cheeks and sucking softly on it. The moans and intensely arousing sounds coming from Wil's sucking were making him ready for a really good threesome.

Alex moved himself down a little, and began to nibble at Richmond's neck He moved down, taking a nipple into his mouth and circling his tongue around it. Richie moaned in pleasure and bucked his hips against Wil's questing mouth, driving his head deeper into the other's throat. Wil almost choked, but he relaxed his throat and repositioned himself so he could override his gag reflexes. 

While Wil was using his mouth to pleasure the boy, Alex positioned himself so he was standing over Wil and nibbling on Richie at the same time. His throbbing erection pressed into Wil's back reminding him that the other was there. He had no intention of letting Alex get away without providing more pleasure for himself and their newcomer. 

Richie was a very vocal boy, screaming and moaning his pleasure for the whole hotel to hear. It turned on the others on insanely, and they fondled the boy with only more fervor. He moaned harder when Wil added a stroking finger that ran from the start of Richie's ass to the top of the point where Wil's mouth wasn't engulfing on his cock. 

Richie's moans suddenly cut off as he shuddered violently. Alex was worried, but when Wil swallowed loudly and continued licking away the seed from Richie's slick cock, he was relieved. The boy slumped back, leaning against the back of the chair, panting heavily. When he recovered, he looked sheepishly at Wil. "S-sorry about that."

"I don't mind at all, I love to swallow." Wil said, with a chuckle and nibbled softly on the end of Richie's still-hard cock, causing the boy to moan. "Now it's time to get to the real stuff..." Wil said with a mischievous smile, and stood up. His throbbing erection pointed straight at Richie, who giggled and put a hand around the base of it, stroking lightly.




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They moved over to the bed, all three of them in gales of panting laughter. Alex pulled off the bulky comforter and crawled up on it, still laughing faintly. Wil got up next to him, and patted the bed for Richie to get up with him. He complied swiftly, jumping up right next to Wil, who he kissed. He could still faintly taste his semen on Wil's tongue, and he got all of the taste that he could. 

Alex pressed a saliva-lubricated finger into Richie, stifling his groan of pain with the other hand pressing a finger into his mouth. "Your mouth feels so good, Rich, I almost wish I could put my cock in there..." Alex said, adding a finger to the one inside the boy. He stretched the other gently; trying not to hurt the virgin entrance he was probing. With each wiggle of Alex's fingers, Richie moaned again, arousing the men even more.

After Alex decided that Richie was stretched enough, he pulled his fingers out. Richie groaned, but that was cut off by a quick kiss from Wil. The two men switched positions, Alex in front of Richie, Wil behind. He made his erection known, pressing against Rich's entrance. This caused the boy to moan softly in anticipation, and harder in a foreign mix of pleasure and pain that the throbbing member was causing him.

Wil repositioned the two of them while Rich was adjusting to the feel of him inside. They were in a similar position to doggy style, but Richie was a bit lower than normal. That was because Alex had sat back against the headboard, his cock pointing straight at the boy. Richie took this hint, and took the hard organ into his mouth, suckling slowly at the very tip. 

Wil began to thrust slowly, completely withdrawing his cock and ramming it back in while Alex moaned to Richie's ministrations and Rich moaned around the head of Alex's cock. The boy let Wil's thrusts drive Alex's cock deeper into his throat, and pulling back when Wil did. This made a regular pattern of male pleasure moans going through the small hotel room. 

The almost constant deepthroat thrust was driving Alex up the wall. Within five minutes of starting, Alex was grabbing Richie's hair and shooting his load explosively into the front of his mouth, for Wil had stopped long enough for Richie to get a taste of cum. Alex's post-orgasmic haze wore off quicker this time than all the others, and he quickly regained his senses. 

The trio repositioned themselves to Wil was lying on his side and thrusting himself into Richie, so Alex could give a blowjob to Rich. But, he had other plans in mind. He flipped over so Rich could penetrate him. He hugged Alex in thanks, and tentatively pressed his throbbing member against Alex's entrance, and thrusted in slowly. The man was already stretched from Wil's fucking, so he had no need for preparation.

Richie motioned for Wil to slow down, so he could try this lovely sex for himself. He pressed in slowly, and pulled out just as teasingly. Almost immediately, Rich was hooked on the delicious tightness and warmth. He continued his teasing pace, until Alex begged, "R-Rich, p-please?" He complied, speeding up his thrusts. Richie added a hand that clutched Alex's cock and pumped, adding to the sweet melody of moans and male pleasure. 

However, the sweet melody came to a screeching halt when a knock at the door frightened the three lovers. "Uh, yes?" Alex said, through an orgasmic haze. He looked with a scared look at his new friends.

"Think you could keep it down in there?" said a deep, male voice with a thick German accent.

"Yeah, sorry." Wil said, giggling softly.

"I mean, I find it very sexy- I MEAN DISTURBING that you're in there having sex." the man said, leaving no imagination to what type of man this was. The two men burst into gales of laughter.

"We're just in here playing Go Fish, man." Alex said, covering his mouth to stifle the giggles. Neither noticed the boy's pop-eyed look.

"Oh. Guten tag, then." They heard him walk away.

"Oh, fuck, guys. That was the hotel manager! I'm going to loose my job for sure!" Rich whispered, until Wil started pumping his hips again, moving his slick cock back and forth in and out of Richie, who started moaning again. 

A quick pinch from Alex told him to start up again. He quickly complied, going counter-thrust against Wil. Every time Wil thrusted into Richie, he pulled himself almost all the way out of Alex, and every time he pulled back, Richie thrusted into Alex. Soon, Wil was becoming more and more vocal, and he had to stuff a fist into his mouth to stop the moans from drawing the manager again.

He shot his load deep inside Richie, who in turn, when he thrusted into Alex that time, came inside him. Alex sprayed his own seed on the bedspread, and started to giggle insanely. 

"Alex?" Wil said, worried about his mental state.

"You okay man?" Richie asked, patting his shoulder softly.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..." Alex said, still giggling. He calmed down a bit, and then started up again.

"What's so funny?" the two others asked in unison.

"What do you imagine the person who cleans these sheets is going to think?"

"I know exactly what to think," Richie countered, and giggled alongside him. Wil grinned, and soon was enjoying their laughter too. They cuddled together, and were soon in deep sleep in each other's arms. 

Fin