2 comments/ 12069 views/ 4 favorites High Rise Ch. 01 By: RubyToo I answer an ad on Craigslist for a casual encounter with an older executive in his office downtown. It's my first time doing this, but I've been divorced for three years and threw myself completely into work once the marriage failed. I have been celibate the whole time and have recently realized that while my career successes are nothing to regret, I have entirely left myself wanting. A lot. My ex was very prudish in bed, so it's been a very long time since I've been fucked really well. I'm so horny I can't even stand myself and masturbating just isn't enough anymore. I want a big, hard cock inside me, and this man has said he will satisfy all my needs. His office is only a few blocks from mine, and we agree to meet on our lunch break. I'm nervous as I take the elevator up to his 23rd floor office. I'm already wet, but it all feels so risky and I'm a little scared too. This is not a familiar feeling for me. I am known as a tough executive and I hold a position of great power in my company, the first woman to hold this position. So I am a little off as I find his office and step into the reception area. His secretary is away at lunch and the office is completely quiet. Then I see him come out of his office. He's wearing a gray suit and a red tie. He's in his 50s and is very fit and tan with hair going almost all gray. He smiles and comes and kisses me on the cheek, welcoming me into his office. He locks the door behind him. I'm glad you made it, he says. I almost didn't, I say. Are you worried? Yes. I've never done this before. Are you wet? Yes. It's a very nice combination of feelings, he says, scared and wet. Behind him is a wall of windows looking out on another high rise across the street. There is a partial view of the Sound and I see a ferry heading out. Would you like to see the view? he asks. I nod and he beckons me over to the windows. His desk is only a couple feet away from the windows. As I get close to him, he puts a hand around my hip gently but possessively and pulls me closer to the window. He moves me in front of him, so that I am pressed back against his chest. He wraps his arms around me as we look out the window. Then slowly he starts moving his hands up to my breasts. He massages them gently then slides his hands down my belly to my crotch. I have a pencil skirt on, so he can only cup my mound and can't get any further. He reaches down for the hem of the skirt and pulls it up around my hips and finds that I don't have any panties on. I had taken them off at work in the bathroom in anticipation. Nice, he says. His slides a hand between my thighs and moves slowly up to my pussy. He grabs it firmly and squeezes, his fingers pressing slightly into my wet hole. Nice, he says again. Then his hands move quickly up to my blouse and he starts unbuttoning it. I can feel a hard-on growing against my ass. I push back against it. When my blouse is completely unbuttoned, he slips his left hand down the top of my bra and grabs my right tit. He squeezes it hard and then takes the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it. Oh! His right hand slides back down to my pussy and he begins slipping two fingers up and down my slit. I'm so wet I'm practically dripping and he spreads my wetness all around my pussy and up onto my clit. He starts massaging my clit real slow while he starts nibbling on my ear. Before I know it, he's got my bra unclipped and off with the blouse. I'm standing there in front of a wall of windows in my high heels with my skirt up around my hips and breasts hanging out for all to see. I am ready to cum, but suddenly self-conscious. I look at the building across the street to see if anyone is there. That's when I see you in your office, at your desk, just staring at me. I don't know what to do. The man behind me has me completely in his hands. I want to cover up but I also want to cum. I see the look on your face as you watch me. You are shocked, but you are not turning away. In fact, you are watching with much interest. The man behind me sees you too. He starts grabbing my other breast and massaging it as he picks up the pace on rubbing my clit. I moan. Oh, god. I decide to go with it. I decide it's even hotter to have another man watching me get masturbated. I moan again and lean back into the man. I feel his hard-on getting harder. I'm going to cum, I pant. No, not yet, the man behind me says. He stops rubbing my clit. No! I need to cum! I say. Please don't stop. Not yet. I see you stand up from your desk and walk over to your window. You obviously want a better view. I see you unzip your pants just as I hear the man behind me unzip his. Bend over the desk, the man says in a deep, tight voice. Bend over. Now. I bend over the desk, bracing my hands in front of me and sticking my pussy up towards the man. God I want his cock so bad. I see you have your pants and boxers down around your ankles and your big dick is out and being firmly grasped by your hand. Your shirt is parted around your dick and you are staring at me intently. You start pumping your dick, back and forth, slow. I want you to watch him the whole time, the man behind me says. He reaches his hand around so he is fingering my clit again. Are you ready for this? he asks. Yes! He takes the head of his dick and starts circling it around my wet hole while he still rubs my clit. Are you ready for this? Yes! Fuck me! I see you pumping faster now. The man behind me takes his finger away from clit, grabs my hips and slams his hard cock all the way in me. I scream out. Fuck! He starts pumping fast and hard, god he is so fast and hard. I'm screaming and screaming. Fuck! Yes, fuck me! God I'm so wet and it feels so fucking good. I feel my orgasm starting to build again. I start moaning and moaning now. I feel it starting in my cunt and then moving up into my uterus. I feel the contracting starting and I moan long and low. Keep your eyes open! the man behinds me barks. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. He wants to imagine you are sucking his cock right now. I look at you. You are pumping yourself so hard now. You have your other hand bracing yourself against the window, and your dick is pointed straight at me. Keep your tongue out, the man barks again. He reaches his right hand up and grabs my breast, hard. Oh! He then pulls my nipple out and pinches it, hard. OOOH! I grimace in pain. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good. He is slamming so hard into me now I can't keep up with him. My hands keep sliding forward on the desk, and I have to keep pulling them back to keep myself up. He has lost control of his rhythm and he's slamming and slamming into me. I love that he has lost control. I see you are out of control too, and you open your mouth and scream out but I can't hear you. I see your cum shoot out and hit the window in front of you. I see it dripping down the window. That puts me over the edge and I start cumming too, I am moaning so loud and long. Onnnh. Onnnh. I feel the orgasm wave throughout my body. Ooooonnnnh. Oooonnnh. Everything starts contracting and I'm moaning and moaning. The man behind me loses all control then and I feel his dick twitching inside me as he shoots his load. He is crying out now and he is cumming so hard, pumping all he has into me. He collapses against me, but I'm still cumming. I push back against him, still contracting around his dick. Ooooonh. Ooooonh. You are still watching me, still holding your dick in your hand. I'm suddenly sorry you had to shoot your cum at the window. I wish I could have had your cock in my mouth when you came. I smile as my orgasm starts to diminish. The man behind me is panting. I keep smiling because he is just a man. He was in control before, but now, he is just another man who will always lose control over a wet pussy and a woman moaning out her orgasm. I smile at you. I think this is the beginning of a very enjoyable time in my life. High Rise Ch. 02 Every work day for weeks you have watched me get finger fucked and then fucked from behind from the man in the office, the man I don't even know has a name. Every Monday through Friday. At lunch. Every day you take your cock in your hand and you lean against the glass window and imagine yourself drilling into me from the front. I know that's what you do. You imagine the man behind me is letting you have a turn. You come so hard and I see that you are angry and frustrated that's it just you pumping yourself. You want the real thing and you can tell that I want it too. You see me watching you. You see that I only start cumming when you do. Then one day you get an invitation to come to his office at noon the next day. It's your chance. You come into the office and we are waiting for you in our usual spot by the desk. I tell you to come and stand at the window right in front of me. I tell you to unbutton my blouse, take it off, take my bra off. The man behind me takes my skirt off. I'm not wearing any panties. I see your hard-on bulging in your pants. I tell you to take off your clothes. You do as I say, never taking your eyes off me. You've waited for this. So have I. The man behind me starts masturbating me, slipping his fingers into my wetness and getting my clit all wet and slippery. I moan. The man moves me so I'm leaning back against him as he sits on the desk. I tell you to take your cock in your hand and start pumping. I tell you I want you as hard as you can be. You obey me. The man starts rubbing my clit faster, as fast as you are pumping. I spread my legs wide. I tell you to come over and put your cock just in front of my cunt and keep pumping but don't enter me. You do it. I feel your cock hitting the lips of my pussy. I angle it so you go inside just a little bit at a time. You're pumping faster. I want you inside me so bad. I angle some more so you're inside just a little more and then you start hitting my sweet spot and I yell out. The man is rubbing me so fast now, my clit is so large and swollen and wet and you're so horny I can see you're going to cum with me. I scream as you pound yourself all the way inside me without asking me, but I can't stop you. I don't want to. I scream as you fuck me so hard and the man is rubbing me like crazy. I just let go completely. The man is holding me up and I feel how hard he is behind me. And you have your hands on my shoulders, gripping them as you fuck me, and then you start crying out. You're cumming so hard inside me. You can't control your pumping. You're just pumping so hard until there's nothing left. I come very hard and fast but my orgasm keeps going. I feel the walls of my vagina gripping your dick as you bury it inside me and leave it there, pushing hard against me, contracting and shooting your load deep into me. I feel your hot breath on my chest as you pant and try to recover yourself and I am moaning now, long and low, and the man behind me has slowed his hand. His fingers are now just languidly massaging my clit. Then I see you looking at me. You are so intent and spent and I see that you are purposely acting as if there is no man behind me, no man rubbing me off as my moaning diminishes. That's it, the man behind me whispers in my ear, as if he knows how much you don't want him there. That's it, come for me, baby, he soothes. I see your eyes flash at that and you pull your cock out suddenly. I whimper at the loss, but the man keeps up his slow and gentle circling of my clit and it feels so good to come down from such an intense orgasm with such a sexy rub. Your hands leave my shoulders. You reach and grab my left tit and palm it and then you give me a cocky smile as you take my nipple and squeeze it playfully. Then you step back and start reaching for your clothes. The man behind me stands up and turns me around towards the desk, hissing in my ear, Bend over. Now. I do as I'm told. It's such a routine. He's trained me for this, and no matter what just happened and how good it felt, I just do as I'm told. When I'm in this office, I don't think. I just feel. And I follow his orders. I bend over. He grabs my hips and I lift my pussy towards him and he slams his way into me. I cry out because even though I know it's coming, I'm always surprised at the suddenness of his big cock inside of me. He takes me hard, shoving me against the desk, keeping things so frantic I can't pay attention to what you are doing. By the time we are done, you are gone, and I'm collapsed on the desk with the man panting on top of me, whispering in my ear, That's it. That's what you want. And I'll give it to you every time. No one else. And it's true. I do want it. Every time. But something niggles in the back of my dazed mind. I can't quite catch it, my mind and body are so dazed. But it's there. Some small niggle. An idea as yet unformed. More. Something more. A possibility of more. High Rise Ch. 03 The next time I go to the man's office, I ask if he's invited you over again and he says, No. When I ask, Why not, he says, This isn't about him. I look over and see you at your desk watching us. When he starts undressing me at his desk, you get up and take your position at the window. You take off your shoes and socks and pants and boxers, as usual, but then you take off your tie and shirt so you're standing there completely naked. You are watching me so intently I am getting wet just remembering what happened between us last time. I like the way you look at me. I never see the man behind me when I am cumming, never see him cum, never see if he likes what he is seeing or doing, and it just seems like you and I are having the real sex even though we are so far apart. And when you were right there in front of me, when you were pumping your cock right at my cunt, I was so incredibly turned on. I liked having that control, making you masturbate right at my entrance but not letting you in. I liked that you were so close but still not where you wanted to be, and that you were taking whatever I (and the man) was allowing you to have. You didn't like it, but you took it. And then, when you shoved your cock into me without being told to do so, I really liked that too. That moment has kept me up at night touching myself, because I am like most women: while I like having so much control over a man when it comes to sex, I secretly just want to be taken, I want him to take control by losing control. I liked that you just took what you wanted when it reached a certain point. That you had to have it and so you took it. And I know the man who is now massaging my naked breast and fingering my cunt while we watch you didn't like that at all. And that is why you are back in your office and not over here with me. I think I am going to be a little disappointed with today's encounter. I was so hoping you would be here again. Last night I fantasized that I would suck your cock while being fucked by the man behind me. I imagined you would grab my tits and hold them the whole time I was sucking you and getting fucked. And I came so hard just thinking about that. The man behind me says, Does he make you horny or do I? I'm watching you pump yourself and remember when you were right in front of me doing that. It all makes me horny, I say. And it's true. He is very skilled at fingering. He is slipping two of his fingers inside of me and sliding them all over my G spot and then out again and up to my slippery clit. But I'm also enjoying myself getting fingered and watching you. I moan. Ummm. He grabs my tit and squeezes hard. That makes you hitch a little in your pumping. He wants to fuck you so bad, the man says. Look at him. He wants to be the one bending you over and fucking you until you scream. Ummmm. Ummmmm. Bend over. Now. I do what I'm told. Do you want him over here fucking you? The man asks. He has his hand on my ass. Do you? I'm not sure how to answer. I think I may say the wrong thing. He slaps my ass hard and shoves his cock hard inside me. I cry out in pain. Oh! I see you get angry and start pumping yourself faster. You are boring down at me as I get fucked so hard by the man. You're not going to get it, the man says. You are mine to fuck. No one elses. Do you hear me? Yes! Yes, I hear you. Fuck me. Fuck me, please. He slaps my ass hard again. Aaaahhhh! I see you see that and you start to cum, you are pumping so hard and I see your mouth open and cry out. I see your cum shooting out and hitting the window, a big stream of cum spraying the glass. Oooonnnnnnnh! I start cumming. It starts so deep inside my uterus, I feel everything contracting and spreading out to the rest of my body. The man is fucking me so hard it hurts and I have to go down to my elbows. Ah! Ah! I can't keep up with him he's slamming me so hard and fast. He growls out as he cums. He sounds like an angry animal and I know he is really pissed that I always cum right after you do. He collapses on me and it takes us awhile to recover. When I'm able to stand again, I see that you already have your clothes back on and you have already wiped the cum off the glass. The man turns me around to face him and he glides his hands over my arms and breasts and thighs. See, it's better when I finish you off. Remember that. He pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. I'm still standing there trying to recover. He hands me my bra and helps me clasp it, then he helps me get dressed the rest of the way. He guides me to the door. I will tell you that it is almost always a bit difficult to walk after these encounters. He has a big dick and every time I leave his office, it feels like I still have his cock inside me. It takes a few hours for this feeling to wear off, but this time, I know it will take longer. He has never taken me that hard before and I feel bruised and swollen. I barely remember the elevator ride back down. I have been dazed by these encounters before, especially the last time, with you. But this time I am thoroughly dazed. I'm not sure I should even go back to work. My cunt is so battered I don't think I can sit at my desk. I think if one of those young men at the office even looks at my tits sideways, I'll ask him to take me back to the copy room and eat me out just to ease the pain. And that is not something I can afford to get started at the office. The elevator deposits me into the lobby and from there I manage to find my way out the front doors of the building to the plaza outside. And that's when I see you. You are standing just outside the doors in a position where you can see all the exits. You have your feet firmly planted and your arms crossed before you and you are very definitely waiting for me. You have the stance of a man who is going to take what he wants. High Rise Ch. 04 I stop outside the doors when I see you. Things are not computing and all I can think is that you are out of context. You stride over to me and put your hands on my hips and put your lips on mine. You're all lips and tongue and soft and slow and I just melt into the kiss. When you pull away, you say, Come with me. I can't. Yes, you can, you say. You grip my hips tighter. I shake my head, No, I mean I can't, I can't... And you realize what I mean. It will be different, you say. I won't hurt you. I promise. I don't know what to do. I don't think I should go back to work and I don't want to leave you, but I don't think I'm ready for anything else now. My cunt is still throbbing and swollen and raw. I promise you will only feel good things, you say. I like that idea. I nod, tired from having to make a decision. You wrap an arm around my waist and take me with you across the plaza to the curb. You hail a cab and gently help me in. You slide in beside me and see me grimace as I try to position myself without pain. You tell the cabbie to take us to the Fairmont and we set off. He hurt you, you say. Yes. You put your hand on my bare thigh and slowly move it up under my skirt. I clench my knees together instinctively. It's okay, you say. I'm just... Your hand gently finds my pussy and you cup it with such tenderness I relax my knees. I'm just going to do this, you say. I liked it, I said. I liked most of it. But he was very rough, and... You lean in and kiss me, all lips and soft tongue again. And you are like that, all gentle and soothing, all the way to the hotel, all the way through check-in and up the elevator into the room. At the front desk, you ordered a bottle of Champagne, and when I come out of the bathroom, you are tipping the room service waiter. Once the waiter is gone, you pour two glasses and walk over to the large window overlooking the Sound. I come over to you and you hand me a glass. You guide me so that I am backed up against the window facing you. I'm going to make you feel better, you say. Is that okay with you? Yes, I say, and take a drink. You take a sip and then set the glass down on the sill. Then you turn to me and start unbuttoning my blouse. You are slow and deliberate, occasionally trailing your finger down my cleavage and eventually my belly. You take my glass and set it next to yours before slipping my blouse off and undoing my bra and letting them all fall to the ground. Then you unzip my skirt and slide it down to my feet, going down on your knees before me. You release the skirt from my feet. You slip my high heels off one by one and then glide your hands up my legs to my thighs, slowly, deliberately. You bring your thumbs up to my pussy and gently open up my lips, parting the hairs and smoothing them back. I feel the cool air on the rawness and shiver. I can't... I say. Shhhh. You whisper and lean forward with your deliciously soft tongue. You are all warm soothing goodness sliding your tongue all over my raw, throbbing pussy. You are licking deep into my hole and sucking out the juices and grabbing my ass with both your hands... and then I realize ... you are sucking out the man's cum that is still there. And I realize you are working very deliberately. You are being very thorough in licking every bit of my pussy, sucking every bit of juice and cum that's there. This completely turns me on. You, eating me out just after I've been fucked by another man. You, not caring. You, doing it deliberately, as if you are trying to erase all evidence of the man you just watched fuck me. You are licking and sucking so softly, and I am getting so aroused by the feel of your tongue on my hot and swollen cunt and the thought of you cleaning me up, cleaning me out. I start to moan. I can cum to this. I start building to an orgasm, moaning out and grabbing your head. And then you pull back and look up at me. You say, When I'm done with you, you will smell like me. You will taste like me. When I'm done with you, you will be all mine. I am so incredibly turned on by this. The idea that you are marking me, marking your territory, is so arousing and shocking and I start to cum the minute your mouth is on my pussy again. You harden your tongue and start stroking my clit and I am yelling out in ecstasy, grabbing onto your head and pulling on your hair and screaming out, Ohmygod! Ohmygod! The orgasm is so deep inside me and it builds and builds and then shatters me completely and I am contracting and screaming and clenching your face hard into my cunt. You are gripping my hips and holding me so I don't fall over and the orgasm lasts so long I am getting light-headed and my hands are starting to tingle. I ride it out with loud and long moans and just as I'm coming down on the other side of it, I feel another one rising up and I just, I just have no way of holding it off and I ride it out, but I am losing myself. High Rise Ch. 05 I am completely lost. You are gripping my hips so tightly and holding me up and I am lost, panting my way down the other side of a long and hard orgasm. You are sliding your hard tongue over my swollen clit and I can't, I can't take it anymore. Enough, I say. Enough. I am breathing so hard I am lightheaded, and I'm afraid I am going to pass out. I bring my hands to your face and try to stop you. I push back on the window and you pull your face out of my cunt. Your face is covered in my juices and you look up at me with such lust, but, I can't. I can't, I say, trying to catch my breath. You wipe your face on my thigh and move your hands up my legs as you stand. I start to crumple to the ground and you catch me, holding me up until you have enough balance to lift me up in your arms and take me over to the bed. I wrap my arms around your neck, thankful for the support. I am still beside myself in my recovery. I have never cum that hard and that long before. You set me down on the bed and stand up to look at me. You take me all in, looking me up and down. You are still completely dressed in your suit and tie and I love being naked in front of you, love the way you are looking at me. But, I can't. I can't, I say. Can't what? You ask. I can't. It's all I can think of to say. You can't cum for me? But you just did. Yes. I did. But I can't anymore. He was too rough with you. Yes. But I promised you I wouldn't be. Do you trust me? You look at me, searching my face for an answer. Yes, I say, but I don't know you. You just need some time, you say. You go over and get the champagne glasses and bring them back to the nightstand. You dip a finger into one of the glasses and then bring it over to rub on my right nipple. You bend over and suck on it, pulling it up and stretching it. I arch my back up to your warm mouth. You sit on the bed facing me and place your hand on my belly. I am sleepy and spent and sore. I still like being naked next to you in your suit and tie. You lean over and take my nipple in your mouth again, licking slowly and languidly. Before I know it your fingers are on my pussy, gently slipping all the wetness around and bringing it up to my swollen clit. Everything is soft and slow and I close my eyes. You don't have to cum, you say. Just enjoy it. I'm going to fall asleep, I say. I look at you watching me. I move my hips with the rhythm of your slow hand. That's okay, you say, moving on to lick my other nipple. You continue stroking my nipple with your tongue at the same steady pace as you stroke my slippery clit. I am getting aroused not just by what you are doing, but the fact that you are still in your suit. You tie is draped over my arm and I turn my head so I am looking at your chest as you stroke me. Your jacket is open and hugging your shoulders. I see the bulge in your pants and I think how sexy it is to see a grown man in a suit with a hard-on. My orgasm starts so slowly I barely feel where my enjoyment of what you are doing ends and the orgasm begins, but soon I am rising up to your hand and groaning out at the pleasure. It's one of those soft and sweet orgasms, the kind that usually comes in the morning when you're half asleep and still groggy from a night of fast and hard sex. Ummmmm. You suck my nipple and stroke it with your tongue and then lift your head to watch me. I groan my way through it, watching how you watch me and it all feels so sexy. When I'm done, you leave your stilled fingers on my clit, just holding them there as I squirm beneath them, still raising my hips in the aftermath. I realize this is also one of those sweet orgasms that lingers. Your fingers stay pressed against my clit and I feel the buzzing of energy in my pussy, a tension that was not thoroughly released. You lean over and kiss me, soft lips and tongue. I still taste myself on your tongue and lips. When you pull back, you ask, Do you mind if I join you in bed? You start sliding your fingers down to my wet hole, spreading my juices over my entire pussy. I groan. Please, I say. But take your clothes off. I want to feel your skin up against me. You take your fingers away and I am sorry for that. I groan. You stand up, looking at me as you start untying your tie. You are, as usual, slow and deliberate. As you undress, I imagine how you got dressed this morning, what you were thinking, if you were wondering about me and what might happen. If you got hard thinking about the possibilities, and if you picked your suit and tie for the day in anticipation of what might be. You've chosen a light gray summer suit, my favorite on men because it is easier to see the body beneath, and a red tie. And I do like your body, the length and athleticism of it. But the tie. Well. You wear it very well. There is a certain kind of man who can wear a red tie naturally. Most men who wear them use it as a façade, a symbol signifying something they wish or strive for (power, control, prestige) but do not naturally possess. But you. You have a presence that others immediately recognize as different, elevated. On you, the red tie simply signifies your natural born position as a leader. There is nothing posturing about your tie. I recognize this because I have the same kind of presence packaged in a female body. I have risen through the ranks of my company to a position of power no other woman has achieved. I have done so because I am good at my job and I know how to lead men and women with firmness and fairness. And as a woman, I have to maintain my reputation as being tough-minded and without any weakness that could be exploited. That is why I have never dated within my company or even my field. Men below my level in the company, men who I have been terribly attracted to, have tried to seduce me over the years. Most of these men wanted me only because they thought sex would diminish me. I had been promoted over them for obvious and legitimate reasons and they wanted to prove that I was just a woman afterall, a cunt who could be ultimately conquered in the bedroom. And I always resist. For one, the resistance shows that I have more control than they assume, and second, the fact that I never succumbed left them wanting to fuck me just for the sake of knowing what it was like to fuck me. And this brings me great satisfaction, knowing there are men in powerful positions who want to fuck me but know they will always be denied. I'm sure I don't need to bother explaining about all the fresh-faced college graduates that come and go in the company and their surreptitious glances at my tits, their bulging crotches and trips to the bathroom. They are a horny and amusing bunch, and they really have no idea what they are wishing for. And perhaps this explains why I ultimately answered the Craigslist ad the man placed. Because while I enjoy denying my colleagues, I am still a very sexual woman with strong needs, primal needs that include submission at times. I knew from the tower address he gave that he had no relation to my field or company. And then there was you. And now you are undressing in front of me. What has transpired over the last few weeks has led me to being here in a hotel room completely and utterly spent. I have submitted myself over and over again. I was taken with such force and anger by the man today and now moved to multiple orgasms almost against my will by you, and I feel all of my control entirely erased. I lay before you with no will to do anything but submit. I am entirely in your hands. And part of me knows how dangerous this is for a woman like me, but I am so without willpower that I can only think sleepily that at least they are good hands. I think that you have given me every reason to trust that you will not abuse your power over me. You are naked now, so beautifully naked with your cock standing at attention, and you reach over to pull the comforter down and get us under the sheets. You slip in beside me, turning me onto my side and pulling me tight up against your long body. My back is up against your hard chest, my ass is pressed against your hard cock, and your big hand grasps my breast as I sigh and settle into sleep. High Rise Ch. 06 I sleep the sleep of the spent, the satisfied, the sore. I feel you shift behind me in my half-sleep as I rise up from unconsciousness. My body is buzzing, as if I've been plugged into a universal sexual power grid that has no limiting power lines of transmission. I sense you have fallen asleep too, but you are rousing. Amazingly your cock is still at the same hard attention as when I lost consciousness. You pull me closer, reach for the breast you have somehow lost in sleep. I practically purr. You are all male behind me, hard muscles, soft skin, rough whiskers on my neck. We are both sleepily awake now and you push your cock against my ass. I push back. Your hand slides down to my pussy, slipping between the lips, finding the glide of my wetness still there. You say, Are you okay? And I know what you mean. I can still feel the length and girth of the man's cock inside me, the raw soreness he left in his angry wake. And the memory of his force makes me want to replace it with you, with what you have to offer. I remember how you cleaned me out with your tongue and I think how taking you inside me now could serve the same purpose and perhaps bring me better memories. Yes, I say. Yes. You reach for your cock and bring it between my ass cheeks, circling the head around my wet opening, teasing me. I squirm against it, pushing back, wanting it, but also a little fearful of what will happen once you start entering me. Are you sure? I feel the soft globe of your head and the hardness behind it. I want you inside me. Yes. Yes. You slide your cock inside, slow, so slow I can't say it really hurts. There is a hard pressure that borders on pain, but when I hear you exhale deeply as you slide further into me, I can only feel the pleasure of having a man finding his own pleasure in me. I think of the days and weeks the man in the office has taken me from behind, always from behind, and I suddenly realize that I have never heard any sounds of pleasure from him, only the grunts and groans of false conquest and anger and jealousy. You slide all the way in now and I gasp and can't help but hold my breath, unsure whether the pain will worsen. Holding still inside me, you bring your hand around to the front of my pussy and spread your fingers over my mound, my hair-covered clit. Are you okay? I gasp again. You have filled me up, completely. I am perfectly still, afraid to move for fear of the pain that is always just there, about to reveal itself. You ask, Is it too much? I feel you tense and hold yourself still. No, I gasp out. Just. Don't. Move. I am trying to catch my breath. The fullness of you pressing against my bruised insides is something to get used to. The pain, the deep pain, is always just right there, and I gasp again. And when I hear myself I get angry. I did not sign up for this. When I answered the ad, the man promised me he would satisfy my ever need. And I cannot say that what has transpired has been anything near a fulfillment of that promise. Need and satisfaction are relative terms, defined individually, and I realize that the needs I had when I first set foot off that elevator on the 23rd floor are far different from the needs I have right now with you filling me up in the most painful way. But promises from men, well, that is an old and sordid story for me. Tell me if it's too much, you say. And then I realize you mean what you say. You have already made and kept a couple promises to me and here you are telling me that you will continue to keep your promise to me. And you don't even know me. I am so aroused by this thought. You, having such an obvious lust and passion that most men would use as an excuse for bad behavior, are still able to maintain your integrity. So many men, so many men, lack this quality. And I am suddenly aroused beyond the pain I have been anticipating. I pull my hips forward so your cock moves out of me and then I shove myself back onto you. I yell out. It is pain mixed with the most luscious pleasure. Such deep, primal pleasure. I hear you groan deep and low, like a growl of male animal pleasure. I am so fucking hot for you I can't stop myself from pulling away from you again and shoving myself back onto you, spearing myself on your hard, fantastic shaft. I yell out in pain. And pleasure. You grip my hips loosely, letting me set the pace. I start shoving myself back and forth onto you and your wonderful cock. You are moving with me, breathing in and out in a heavy, controlled way on my neck. I hear your control. And suddenly all I want to do is make you lose that control. To have you fuck me in the most basic way. I am beyond pain now and whatever power I have left I focus it on making you take me with abandon. I am so wet and I slide back and forth on your cock, slap, slap, slapping my ass against your hips, taking your big cock like it was meant for only me. I am yelling out at the pain and pleasure, so much pain and pleasure that an orgasm has yet to identify itself. But then I hear you, breathing so heavy, growling and groaning, so deep and low, so male and hard. I want to eat up that maleness, take it inside me, down my throat, down my cunt. I want it to be part of me always. I thrust my pussy back against you, thrust, thrust, thrust. I want to come so bad but I feel your hesitation, the promise you want to keep. Fuck me, I scream. Fuck me! I don't think I can keep up my frantic pace, I am so beyond myself fucking you. I am fucking you so hard and fast and when I scream out, Fuck Me! again, you explode into the fuck I really want. You have lost all your control. You are fucking me with abandon and still keeping your promise and I am beyond myself in pleasure. Fuck. Me. Me. Fuck. The pain slips into wet slippery hard pleasure. I feel your cock when you reach that point of explosion, your sudden contraction and the spastic release, that sweet spastic twitching of a cock unloading in a wet, hungry cunt. I am so hungry for that release. I want nothing but you contracting and releasing your load into me. I wish now that I knew what it was like to take your cock in my mouth and fuck you until you cum down my throat. I feel you feeling me and I collapse onto your dick, gripping it with the walls of my pussy and moaning my way to semblance. You cum deep within me, shoving yourself into me and groaning into my neck. I feel the sharp stubble of your whiskers and I think I could make that, just that, the sharp whiskers of a man, an enjoyable fetish. I feel your dick release its load. There is part of me that will always mourn a man's orgasm, the loss of a good, hard erection. Always.