0 comments/ 23801 views/ 0 favorites In Case By: candy-prairie girl My birthday had came. I just turned 36. Got up in the morning and no one said happy birthday. Noon came and someone read the calendar and noticed it was my birthday. I said not to remind my husband as I wanted to see if he truly remembered. Noon came and went. Then at 2:00 the phone rang. It was him. I waited for him to say it. He told me to come out to the farm. So I did. We went and fed the cows. An hour had went by and still nothing. I was getting mad at this. We parked the tractor in the shed. He got out first. It was a Case red tractor. It has three steps on it, or a ladder whichever farmers call it. I call things as I see them. Like if a dick is huge, my eyes pop. If I see a dick and its normal, a huge smile. Anyways, I went to step out and walk down the steps. He was standing at the bottom. As I stepped onto the second one down, he reached up and started loosening my pants. Pulling them down, along with my panties. He was tall enough at this point, to be tongue level with my pussy. As I hung onto the handle of the door, his tongue started to lick the surface of my lips. His fingers spreading my lips apart so his tongue could enter. Oh, just typing this as it just happened yesterday is making me wet and horny. How such a place could turn into an erotic being for two people. He continued probing my pussy with his tongue. Not getting the complete satisfaction, or wanting a place to lay down on; not questioning why. He helped me down and we walked out of the shed. Smiles on our faces. His lips still glistening with my cum. I seen the perfect place. There was a low bed trailer with a few fence racks on it. But still room for two able people to do what needed to be done. He lay his jacket on the floor of the trailer. Lifting me up. Once again, pulling my pants off. This time panties and pants were gone. With sounds of cows, birds, wind, trees all around us. Knowing at any given time someone could come in the yard. Was it that that drove us to have sex out in the open? Who cares. It did happen. And if anyone had drove in, I suppose we would have gotten dressed very quickly. Or if they were in that mood also, depending on who it was, maybe ask them to join us. He lifted my legs so my feet rested on his shoulders. With his cock in his hand, he guided it into my now soaking, now eager than ever, pussy. My lips enveloping his rock hard cock. Throbbing, he thrusted it into me. With my legs up, his cock could be felt in different spaces, than just missionary allows it. He fucked me like there was no tomorrow in this position. As I was up on my elbows I had view of many things. His cock being shoved inside me. The look on his face as his cock was ready to explode. And the look on the cows face I could see in between the granaries. I guess the squealing and moaning and screaming I was doing, got their attention. As my elbows were sore, I wanted to change positions. So I hopped down and turned around. My hands now holding me up in doggie position. My bare feet sitting on my slip on shoes. He bends down a bit to enter me. As I am shorter than he is. As the birds fly, so does a cock fuck a woman. So does the cum come out of a cock. With several thrusts I soon felt it. His cock came with such vigor. Moving my body ahead. I found myself leaning more on the trailer. Catching my breath. If this is how it feels to have an outer body experience, then I am game. I would truly need them every day. Perhaps twice or more. With his cock still inside, the semen dripping now. I turn my head and see his face. The look on it is astounding. He leaned forward and kissed my lips. We both share smiles, and the look of pure devil comes upon us. Someone could have drove in, yes. If they had stopped their vehicle and watched,I wouldn't have cared. Not for this birthday present. Not in a million years would I change a thing. We both get our clothes on and walk towards the other Case tractor. He pulls me close and says "Just in CASE you forgot, I love you". As each new piece of equipment comes in, a new memory is made for the farm. As each year passes, birthday gifts will have to be something better. I wonder what he has in store for me next year??? Guess I will have wait and see, won't I!! In Case of Emergency... "Do something!" "What did you have in mind?" "Get me out of here!" Julie felt her face begin to flush with anger. Or was it desperation? The elevator gave no sign of moving. The man's voice on the other end of the speaker gave no sign of recognizing her growing anxiety. "I can't do that quite yet," the voice said. "What do you mean you can't?" Julie cried. "Isn't that your job?" "If you just do what I say everything will be fine." Julie was really beginning to hate the tone of this guy's voice. When she finally did escape the death trap she was in she'd have the bastard fired, the told herself. She'd owned a condo in the expensive downtown high-rise for two years and paid too much for incompetence like this. "So, what can I do?" Julie tried to sound conciliatory. "You can begin by taking off that jacket." At first the words didn't sink in. Then Julie had an overwhelming urge to rip open the doors with her bare hands. What right did that little maintenance punk have to tell her to do anything, particularly THAT? In fact, Julie had no clue what "the voice" looked like. She only knew that somewhere in the luxurious glass trap there must have been a camera. So he knew what SHE looked like. Julie envisioned a secluded, dark room with a row of monitors and one creepy little jerk staring at the scenes in front of him. She stood motionless, considering her options. She knew there were three other elevators. People would still be getting up and down without undue delay. If this twerp wanted to he could keep her in there for a long time. And Julie had things to do. As the VP for Advertising for a major retailer, her day started early and ended late. She didn't need this. With a sigh of resignation, she took off her black suit jacket. It hung in her hand since she was unsure exactly what to do with it. Her briefcase was on the floor of the elevator next to her. "Now the blouse." "No way, you sick son of a bitch," Julie replied. "Let me out of here NOW!" "It seems to me that if you were so desperate to get out you'd be following my orders." "Listen, asshole" Julie said. "I'm going to pull out my cell phone and call the cops. You have five seconds to get me to the ground floor and open these doors." Julie began to reach for her briefcase. "With one touch of a button I can have that elevator plummeting thirty five stories to the basement. It wouldn't take five seconds." Julie's head pounded. "Now take off the blouse." Julie threw the jacket on top of the briefcase with disgust. Her fingers grasped the top button of her sheer, white blouse and opened it. Julie Timmons was a thirty six year old woman who understood that good looks played a large role in her profession. She exercised religiously to fix those parts of her body that God had not gotten right. And there weren't many. Her delicious curves caused most men to look twice, once they got past her golden blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She was single by design, picking and choosing who had the privilege to fuck her. Or see her undress. And this moron wasn't on her list. Yet, her hands worked their way down the front of her blouse, slowly exposing the little white bra underneath. Julie untucked the blouse from her skirt and opened the last button. If the camera was above her, as she suspected, the man was getting a decent view of the tops of her breasts, which protruded from inside the modest bra. "Take it off," the voice demanded when Julie didn't move. She removed the shirt. Still holding it, she said, "Are you happy now? Open the damn door." "Drop it." Julie exhaled noisily and added it to the pile. "Turn around...slowly." The woman did a quick three-sixty. She was resigned to the fact it probably wasn't over. "Now the bra, please." She cringed at his use of the word please. She was already plotting whether or not she could sue the building owners for letting this happen. "OK, pervert. But if I do this, will you let me go?" "Just do it." It wasn't the answer she was looking for. Her hands reached behind her and quickly found the clasp. Julie unhooked the bra and held it in place. Knowing there was no other option, she let the straps fall from her shoulders. Julie's breasts were firm and full with small, succulent nipples pointing up at the ends. She often tanned topless during her trips to South Beach and the texture of her skin was consistent from her face to her waist. If she was lucky, that's all she'd have to display. "Turn. Slowly this time or you'll do it all day." Julie turned. Her eyes followed her reflection on the glass walls as she pivoted unhurriedly. The little bra hung by her side, contrasting against her black skirt. For the first time since entering the elevator from Hell, a very, very small sense of voyeurism overcame Julie. Quickly, though, disgust reigned again. "OK. The show's over," Julie said, bringing the bra back up. "Whoa. I'll decide that," the voice said. "No. The show's over." She placed the small cups of the bra under her breasts. Suddenly, the elevator lurched downward, stopping almost instantly but still causing Julie to shriek from fear. She reached out for something to hold onto, stumbling to the railing. "Jesus fucking Christ," she cried out. "What the hell are you doing?" Julie's bra now lay on the floor and her bare breasts heaved as she gasped for air. "Thirty five stories." There was silence for ten or fifteen seconds, except for Julie's troubled breathing. "Take off your skirt." Shit. This guy is serious, Julie thought. He wants me naked in here. Or I die. "Listen," Julie said, clearing her dry throat. "Let me out of here and I'll meet you in my condo. Just quit playing around." "Take off your skirt." The tears that first appeared in Julie's eyes after the false alarm grew a little thicker. But she was intent on not letting them show. She looked down and pulled on the zipper that held her skirt in place. Julie was not a fan of pantyhose and only wore them when absolutely necessary. Today, like most days, she wore only a pair of panties that matched her lacy white bra. Julie's skirt landed on the floor at her feet and she kicked it aside. "And your shoes," the voice said. They, too, were easily kicked off. Then Julie pulled up on the waistband of her panties. The voice was silent for the longest time—long enough for Julie to imagine all kinds of things about the man watching her. Nearly all of them included a cock in his hand. "The panties." His tone was softer, as if relieved they had arrived at this point. Julie may have felt a little stimulation at baring her breasts, but it was nerves she felt now. Wasn't it? She grabbed the panties by the waistband on each side and slid them down her hips. Her legs were held close together as she got the garment to her knees, then let it drop. She stepped to the side, leaving the panties on the floor. Julie's hands instinctively fell in front of her, covering the neatly shaven area between her legs as if the elevator doors were about to open. Recognizing the absurdity of it all, she let them hang to her side, looking once again at her reflection in the glass. She was proud of her curvaceous body. She liked it. "Turn." The voice was starting to come in short, sharp commands. Maybe it knew she was prepared to accept almost anything at this point...just to escape. Julie turned a quarter turn and stopped. She looked over at the reflected image of her ass. Then up to her tight stomach and breasts. She turned some more. And again, until facing the door. The woman wasn't sure, but suspected that her pussy was a little wet. "Very good. You may, yet, get out of this alive," the voice assured her. Julie wanted desperately to bend down and grab her panties. But the thought of another abrupt drop was too much to take. How long would he make her stand there? Was he masturbating? "I want you to open the little door at the very bottom of the button panel. Just pull the little latch toward you to open it." Julie instantly saw the handle the voice referred to. She kneeled down and pulled it open. A tiny compartment emerged, with one object inside. To Julie it looked like a...no, it couldn't be. She was in an elevator. "Take it out." The woman reached for it like it was going to bite. She took it out and stood back up. Now there was no doubt. It was a vibrator. Julie felt the skin-like texture on her fingers. The ridges. The bulbous head. "I want you to turn it on." The voice was more relaxed again. Not quite friendly. "Listen. I am NOT going to...," Julie began. "Turn it on." While not a user of such toys, Julie quickly figured out the base controlled everything. A muted humming noise commenced, along with a somewhat pleasing tremor in her hand. "Put it on high." Julie corrected assumed another turn of the base would adjust it. The hum and tremor increased. "Now start at your breasts. Put it on your nipples. Both of them. Don't stop until I tell you." The captive woman dreaded what was about to happen. Her nipples had always been ultra sensitive. The man watching would soon find out how they responded. Julie moved the vibrator to her left breast and let the head skin all around it, purposely avoiding the nipple. Even with that Julie felt her body react. The tightness between her legs increased by the second. Then she put the toy on her nipple and pressed inward. Julie closed her eyes and let out a slight gasp. She skimmed the vibrator back and forth across the pink skin, watching the nipple steadily grow. Her pussy began to throb. Eventually, she moved to the other breast, resulting in even greater sexual tension. She wondered if the man noticed when she repositioned her feet, just a little bit wider. The woman's breathing was heavy and quick, coming and going in short little stabs. After a couple minutes, the voice said, "OK. Slowly move it down your body." Julie was glad to get the vibrator away from her nipples. She placed it in her cleavage, then pulled it down the center of her chest. She moved it back and forth a little bit until she got to her navel, then stopped. Another couple of inches and she didn't know if she'd be able to stop herself. The voice decided for her. "All the way now." "No. Please. Don't make me." "Do it." As the vibrator worked its way down toward Julie's clit, she felt her entire body tense up. There was no way she was going to move the toy directly to her clit. So, she deftly moved it to one side and let it circle her pussy, ending up on the top of her thigh. She shifted it to the inside of her thigh, hoping that would satisfy the weasel controlling her every action. Still, Julie would not touch herself with the vibrator. "Put it on your clit. Now. And don't take it off." Julie's trembling hand moved up. The toy seemed to drag behind like a disobedient child. Finally, she felt it contact her clit. A shudder pierced through her body as the humming instrument pulsed against her skin. She had felt cocks and tongues and lips down there, but nothing like this. As if she didn't have control of her hand any more, the vibrator moved up and down over the tiny erection. She didn't even realize that she was beginning to bend at the waist a little, trying to avoid the contact. Julie's mind screamed for her to stop. But she couldn't. A minute or two later and Julie was actually arching her back, thrusting her pussy forward to meet the toy. Every now and then she rose onto her toes, attempting to hold back the need to cum. Soon, little moans were filling the elevator. Julie locked her eyes shut, straining against the onslaught of an orgasm. "Don't cum. Do you hear me?" Julie nearly screamed out loud. She was SO close. Not knowing what would happen to her, she pulled the vibrator away from her body. She bent at the waist, trying to relieve the pressure in her pussy. The voice waited a few more seconds. "OK. On the clit again." Julie wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. Most of all, she wanted to cum. She touched her clit with the head of the toy, hoping it wouldn't be as bad. She was wrong. The entire thing was shaking and every little movement drove her closer to the edge. "Don't cum." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Julie waited as long as she could, then yanked the toy away. "Are you ready? Do you want to cum now?" Julie refused to say the word. All she wanted to do was crawl into a corner and shove the vibrator deep into her pussy so she could cum. But she wouldn't give in to this creep. She was on the verge of tears. "Do you?" Julie sobbed. Uncontrollably. The stress of the entire episode, plus her body's betrayal, was too much. "Yes. Yes, God damn it." "Then do it. Put the vibrator in your tight pussy and cum." Julie put the toy on her clit for just a second. Then slid it lower and placed the large head at the entrance to her soaking wet pussy. It entered her much easier than she anticipated. She moaned loudly at the pressure it exerted against the walls of her pussy. The action of the wrinkled edges against the lining of her cunt forced her to plunge it deep and fast. Julie held the toy by the end, allowing it to enter her until her knuckles hit her pussy lips. She thought of nothing but drilling herself until she came. And somebody was watching. Somebody was listening. Her body stiffened. Julie squealed, "Yes. Yes. Yes." The woman leaned back against the wall. She spread her legs apart and drove the vibrator up into her pussy and held it in place. She felt the throbbing...the shuddering of the thick, plastic toy. Her body replied. "Oh, God. Ahh. Ahh," Julie cried out. She began to fuck herself as hard as she could. Her free hand moved to her clit and rubbed it furiously. Her ass rubbed against the glass wall of the elevator. The orgasm went on and on. When it finally ended, Julie was slumped against the wall, totally spent. Never had she cum so long and hard. Her legs barely kept her upright. She dropped the vibrator to the floor, still humming away. "Wow. I guess you really DID want to cum," the voice said. "Fuck you." "Take a little rest." Julie flinched. "Take a little rest? I'm getting dressed and you're letting me the fuck out of here." The voice sounded less friendly. "You are NOT getting dressed and I'm NOT letting you out...yet." Julie wiped the tears from her face, anger once again taking over her emotions. "What more do you want me to do?" It was meant as a rhetorical question. But, of course, the voice had other plans. "In fifteen minutes the elevator will be moving down to the next floor. The door will open. Someone will be waiting. You will let them in. You will NOT try to exit. You will NOT make any noise. If you do, you will deeply regret it. Do you understand?" Julie nearly had her breath back. Her hopes of the ordeal being over apparently were for naught. She'd already raped herself, was she supposed to stand for it at the hands of a stranger, too? "Please. Whoever you are. Let me go. Haven't you seen enough?" "Not nearly," the voice said teasingly. "And I think you aren't done. I think you could have cum two more times. By the way, turn off the toy now. You won't be needing it." Julie bent over, every muscle in her body protesting. She flicked off the vibrator and tossed it onto her pile of clothes. Then she sat on the floor, her back against the wall. She closed her eyes. The woman was nearly asleep when the sound of an engine and cables brought her back to life. The elevator smoothly began to drop...only for a second or two. Then stopped. Julie grabbed the pile of clothes, held them in front of her naked body while she stood, and moved toward the door. Her heart pounded as the doors slid open. She would run for the nearest stairway and get dressed. A muscular young man blocked Julie's way out, entering the elevator as quickly as the doors opened. Julie was pushed backwards while the man hit the close door button. The doors instantly began to shut. "Don't move. Don't move," he told Julie, holding her in place with one arm. Julie looked over his shoulder, watching her escape route disappear. Then the floor dropped a few feet and the elevator lurched to a stop. The engines and cables were silent. Then Julie felt the man's hand at the top of her chest, directly above the clothes. When the hand began to force the clothing lower, Julie resisted. However, she soon felt his fingers on her breasts. It was obvious the man was going to win this battle, so Julie pulled the clothes aside and let them fall to the floor. Now he had full access to both breasts, and he spent little time exploring them with his fingers. He tugged at the nipples. Julie swore at herself for allowing her pussy to even recognize that it was happening. He circled the base of her breasts and then put his palms squarely over her nipples. The man pressed harder and clutched at her skin. Julie looked up into his dark eyes. The young man was fairly attractive, maybe in his late twenties. He was clean shaven and not at all repulsive. His hands were warm and strong. However, Julie sensed he wasn't there to please her. His hands slid down her body and quickly found her pussy. The man forced Julie to back up against the wall while he groped the area from her clit to her cunt. Once he had a finger in place, he leaned forward and forced his mouth onto Julie's. The woman tried to pull away, but one hand held her head in place while the other hand began to invade her pussy. His tongue was inside her open mouth at the same time she felt a finger slide deep inside her body. Julie lifted herself onto her bare toes trying to escape his hand. But the finger probed her depths with much skill. She felt her pussy beginning to dampen. Surely he could tell. Their kiss lasted forever, it seemed to Julie. And once it was done the man moved his head to her breast, feverishly sucking on her nipple. Then he took a large portion of the breast into his mouth and licked it. Julie felt the hardness between his legs being pressed against her bare thigh as he played with her body. It felt immense. She wanted out of this hellish cubicle. But the man was far from finished. When he had completed his attack on Julie's breasts, he took his hands from her and ordered her to face the wall. Julie had no choice but to comply. He gave her barely enough room to rotate her body, making sure her hips rubbed against him as she turned. Once she was facing away from him he backed up just enough to gaze at her beautiful ass. The next thing Julie heard was the rattle of his belt and the unmistakable sound of his zipper opening. She could see a reflection of his pants falling to the floor in the glass wall. Then he lowered his shorts. She felt his erection against her ass before she ever got to see it. His hands returned to her breasts as he pressed harder against her from behind. Julie braced herself against the wall. "Spread your legs," the man said. "No. Please. Not here." He squeezed her nipples tightly. Julie cried out in pain. "Don't make me hurt you," he said. He gripped her breasts in both palms. Julie's legs slowly parted. When her feet were squarely planted, the man pulled her back by the hips. Julie moved her hands on the wall so she could better balance herself. Her legs spread even further apart. The man wasted no time in placing his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Julie closed her eyes and held her breath as the head of his cock, then the first few inches, drove into her. Without stopping, he leisurely plunged the entire length of his shaft into the woman's body. She was surprised at his gentleness as he allowed his throbbing cock to remain stationary in her for a few seconds. Then Julie was reminded that she was naked in a stalled elevator with a stranger intent on forcing himself on her. The cock began a series of quick, forceful strokes that nearly crushed the woman against the elevator wall. In Case of Emergency... Julie gasped as each thrust became more powerful. The cock completely filled her and she prayed that enough of her juices would exist to ease the action. He was holding her by the waist, occasionally gripping her ass with his long fingers. "Play with your clit. I'm not stopping until you cum," the man told Julie. If the woman ever wanted this to end, she had to obey. But she didn't see any way that she'd be able to have an orgasm. Still, her hand went to her clit. She pushed aside the skin protecting her clit and put a single finger on it. She began to rub. Within a minute she could feel the fluid building up around the man's huge cock. Her pussy was pulsating with a growing desire. My God, she thought. I'm getting close to another orgasm. She no longer fought against his pulling on her waist. She was bent at a ninety degree angle now, her legs spread wide apart. "That's it, babe. Rub that clit harder." Julie's mind was a blur of thoughts and emotions. She tried in vain to take back control of her body. But his cock and her own hand wouldn't allow it. The sound of the man's erection sliding in and out of Julie's wet cunt filled the elevator. The smell of sex grew stronger by the minute. "Ahh. No. No." Julie tried to talk herself out of the inevitable. "Yes. Do it. Cum for me," he replied. Julie rubbed her clit as hard as she could. She didn't care now if she came to end this ordeal or to please herself. She felt her body grow tense. "Oh, God. Ohhh..." Julie clutched at the railing. She threw her head back and cried out as the first surge of her orgasm flooded through her body. Her ass reached back for the man, demanding that his cock enter her deeper. His tempo increased and Julie's arms ached from keeping herself from being crushed against the wall. She continued to cry out as another orgasm began. That's when she recognized that the man behind her was grunting, as well, and on the verge of his own explosion. He rammed his cock as far into her as he could...stopped...then withdrew and plunged again. This time a long, hot stream of cum was the result. He felt his balls contract and continue to spew his fluid as thrust after thrust impaled his captive. Their joint orgasms rocked the otherwise solid chamber they were in. No words were heard, just sounds. Animal-like sounds. Until they were done. Julie leaned against the wall. The man leaned against Julie, his cock slowly sliding out of her drenched cunt. She felt a warm stream of...something...running down the inside of her thighs. "Wow. That was excellent," the unseen voice said. Julie didn't have the energy to respond. She simply felt the man behind her move away. She slid to the floor and sat down, her knees pulled tight against her chest. The man dressed without a word. When he was done the elevator sunk to the next floor and the doors began to open. Julie barely had the ability to turn around in time to see the man exit. He waited outside the doors until they were closed, making sure Julie did not escape. Then she was alone once again. Alone with her clothes, and her vibrator, and the voice. "I'm not sure I can take it, but we have one more stop to make," he said. "No. Let me out," Julie begged. "I said I'd do anything for you. Please let me go." "Just one more. Then...maybe." The elevator sank a few floors and came to a smooth stop. The doors opened once again. To her surprise, a tall woman in her early twenties entered the elevator. Julie rose to her feet and stood against the wall. She looked into the face of the stunningly attractive young brunette. Dark brown eyes stared back. How could this lovely little thing be involved in such a dastardly act? "Hello," the girl said. For some reason, Julie knew it was useless to demand that this girl let her out. It wasn't going to happen. "What do you want?" Julie asked, sounding very acquiescent. The girl put her hand on the side of Julie's face, wiping away a lingering tear. She curled Julie's hair behind her ear and continued moving her hand down the woman's neck. She touched Julie's bare shoulder. The girl wore a one piece dress that accentuated her young curves. It was cut low at the neck and revealed a good portion of her breasts. It appeared to Julie that she didn't wear a bra, as evidence of erect nipples stuck out through the material. Julie had never been touched by a woman, but if it was going to happen, this wasn't a bad one to start with. The girl's hand moved down and circled Julie's left breast. Then both hands were on her chest, gently massaging Julie's skin. The nipples responded by hardening and sending a jolt to Julie's weary pussy. Julie closed her eyes when the girl began to lick and suck on the erect buds. The girl was gentle...at first. Then her lust amplified and she began to feverishly nibble on them, squeezing them between her lips and teeth. Julie tried not to moan. When the younger woman was done playing with Julie's breasts, she moved her hands around Julie's waist and felt the top of her ass. This brought the women close enough together that they could have kissed. Their breasts touched and Julie felt a shiver flow through her body. The girl's hands moved back around to the front of Julie. They slid down her legs onto her thighs. Then up again until they scraped along the edge of Julie's pussy. The imprisoned woman twitched when fingers finally contacted her clit. She wanted the whole thing to be over. She was afraid what the beautiful young woman might do to her. She knew the voice was still watching. Julie's clit started to respond and she wanted to cry. Why? Why couldn't she force herself to scream at the top of her lungs and end this nightmare? Why did the fingers feel the way they did? The women's eyes met as the girl forced Julie back against the wall. Julie's mouth opened slightly when the girl applied more pressure to the clit. A moment later, their mouths were together and Julie was exchanging a heated kiss with her tormenter. She didn't want to. It just happened and the fingers wouldn't let her stop. They were inside her pussy now. Driving up into her body, rubbing her most delicate spot. Julie felt breasts being pushed against her own as they kissed...as she was fucked by the girl's fingers. They were sopping wet as they made their way back up to Julie's clit. Damn it. Julie did not want to be wet for this girl. God knows she would never cum for her. Never. A palm engulfed Julie's entire pussy and rubbed it. Julie spread her legs against her will. The women kissed. Mercifully, the young woman stepped away from Julie. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. "Take off my clothes," she said softly. Julie looked at the dress hanging loosely on the girl's shoulders. She took it in her hands and pulled it down. A pair of large, perfectly formed breasts came into view. The girl's skin was deeply tanned, but the areolas around the big nipples were even darker and more inviting. Then a small thong was revealed, followed by long, shapely legs. Once the dress and shoes were set aside, Julie lowered the thong. The girl was closely shaven with just a hint of dark brown hair remaining. The girl let Julie stand back up before pressing against the hostage one more time. She forced her mouth onto Julie's, pulling her closer from behind. "Taste my nipples," she whispered. Now Julie was beginning to fear the worst. There's was no way, it appeared, that she was leaving this elevator without having some kind of sex with the girl. Please make it go fast, she prayed. She leaned down and looked at the nipples protruding from the large breasts. Julie wanted so much to loathe what she was about to do. But something drew her towards them. The first lick was quick and easy. Then a second. "Suck on them." Fuck. Julie felt her pussy quiver. She put her lips around a nipple and bit down. She felt a hand behind her head and soon the breast was being forced farther into her mouth. Julie accepted it and began to suck and lick the skin with more enthusiasm. "That's it, babe. Take the whole thing." There was no way Julie was going to fit the entire breast in her mouth, but the portion she had got a good treatment. A moment later she was working on the other breast. "Umm. That's nice." Julie was almost tolerating the whole thing when she felt hands on the tops of her shoulders. Then pressure. Oh God, no. Julie was forced to her knees. She faced the girl's pussy, just inches away. The pretty legs spread apart and the skin covering the girl's opening separated. Damp, pink skin shined in the light. "Now eat me until I cum on your lovely face." "I...can't. I..." The girl inched closer. She put her hand on the back of Julie's head once again. Julie managed to exhale a groan of protest right before burying her face in the girl's pussy. The smell and moisture shocked her. It was the smell of sex and had the sweet taste of desire. Her tongue stroked the pink skin a couple times before the girl let up on the tension against Julie's head. Julie began to lick the area in earnest. "Hold me by my ass." Julie's hands gripped the young woman's ass, noticing the cool texture of the flesh. The first time her tongue hit the girl's clit, she felt the young woman's legs spread farther apart. Now it was just a matter of time. Julie remained in the area of the clit for a few minutes. Then the girl lifted herself so Julie's tongue was at the entrance to her pussy. The demand didn't need to be spoken. When Julie's tongue entered the girl for the first time, a soft moan could be heard. Julie felt the girl's ass tighten under her grip. And she fucked her with her mouth. Soon it was evident the girl was close to an orgasm. Julie moved back up to the clit and surrounded it with her lips. She bit on it and licked harder. The girl twitched with each action Julie took. "Oh, God. Yes. There. Yes." Julie licked even harder. "Ahh. Ahh." Julie felt her heart pounding as the girl's orgasm began. She clung to the young woman's ass the best she could, while forcing her mouth onto the throbbing clit. Muffled cries filled the little space as the girl came. Small hands grasped the railing, trying to steady the shaking girl. When one orgasm ended, Julie's ministrations caused another to start. Fluid dripped down Julie's chin and she tried to wipe it clear with her tongue whenever she stopped for a breath. Then she'd go back to working on the engorged clit. Finally the girl was trying to back away from Julie, escaping the wonderful tongue. "God. Stop. Stop." Feeling as though she'd just sprinted up a flight of steps, Julie gladly stopped. She sat on the floor, stretching out her aching legs. The girl leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and not moving. "Bravo, once more," the voice said. "Amy, get dressed and I'll let you out." As soon as the girl had her thong and dress back in place, the elevator moved down. Julie was standing by the time Amy exited, looking back over her shoulder and smiling at the other woman. The doors closed. "Well, well, well. What do you think? Had enough for today?" "Yes," Julie replied, not even attempting to ask for anything. "Me, too. Get dressed." Despite sore muscles throughout her body, Julie got dressed quickly. "Oh. Do me a favor," the voice said. "Please put the vibrator back in its hole. I'll need it again soon." Julie did as she was told and the elevator began to drop slowly. The doors opened on the ground floor, the bright light surprising Julie at first. Then she stepped out...an attractive, middle-aged woman taking her place. Julie looked up and watched the floors tick off. It stopped at six. Julie waited. And waited. And waited. It seemed to be stuck at six.