0 comments/  15088 views/  0 favorites

The Lift

By: Kat Gem



As the lift doors open, I see you standing there waiting for the passengers to leave. As the last one departs and the doors move to close, I slip between them watching you as I do so...pushing the stop button as it gets between floors. You watch me move closer to you, reaching out for your zipper as I do.

My hands move to take you from your jeans, gently stroking as I do so, while watching you, I suck my finger into my mouth before moving it over the head of your cock, lightly tracing around the head...mmmmmmmm....moving my other hand to my blouse to unbutton, so that you can see my breasts as I lean down to flick your cock with my tongue....pale skin peeping out over black lace.....my hand brushing down over my breasts and down to my pussy as my other hand continues to stroke you...I start to lower my head as my hand moves further between my legs, feeling the rasp of pussy hair as my fingers slide over my wetness and between my lips, making my eyes close and a moan escape my lips.

My hand grasps you firmly as it moves in time with my mouth, my tongue sliding down the underside of your cock reaching your balls as my lips close over the base. My fingers sticky with my wetness, slide into my pussy, as I slide them out again, I take your cock from my mouth and rub the head with my fingers, before placing my lips over it again and sucking your cock into my mouth, again I slide my fingers into my pussy coating them with my juices before taking your cock out and sucking my fingers into my mouth, sucking and licking them clean...mmmmmmm...

Moving them into my pussy again, coating them again, making them sticky and tasty, I reach up and rub them across your lips before letting you suck them into your mouth.... Sliding my lips from your cock, I lick down the underside, sucking your balls into my mouth...mmmmmmm.....my fingers gently brushing between your balls and ass......licking back up your cock.

I rub your head over my lips, flicking my tounge out to taste as it slides back into my mouth, leaning over you again, I slide my mouth up and down your cock gripping firmly with my lips...my hand moving in time with my mouth, I stop and lean back, my mouth still over your cock and look into your face to see if you are enjoying this as much as I am.....seeing you watch me, sending tingles racing down my body, making my pussy wetter.

Taking you from my mouth I turn and lift my skirt higher, moving your cock to the lips of my pussy before feeling it slide into me,....mmmmmmm........my body arches and my head falls back, moaning out loud......letting you move in me, before moving away and taking you back into my mouth, feeling your cock touch the back of my throat as I slide all the way down over you.....making me moan deep sending vibrations through your cock.

I start to feel you jerk as you start to cum in my mouth, feeling your cock spasm more as you spurt into my mouth, spilling down my chin, catching with my fingers as I swallow all that you give, sucking until all drops are gone from you, sucking my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean, I move to straighten my clothes, before pushing the button to move again, getting out on the next floor, licking the last drops from my fingers as the doors close.

The Lift



As I stormed out of his condo and slammed the door behind me I shouted back at him those two little words which so often signal the end of a relationship: FUCK YOU! That discharged about one zillionth of my anger as I stomped past the broken express elevator in the office building/condo.

I pressed the down button on the "local" with fragments of his words reverberating inside my brain: Wife . . . Reconciliation . . . Mistake. I had worn my sexiest outfit and had arrived feeling horny. What was supposed to be a passionate night ended in the first five minutes.

I stepped into the elevator and, in a desperate attempt to find solace in the familiar, stared hard at the numbers as it began to descend. The elevator stopped and someone got on. I did not even glance at whoever it was, but stayed fixed on the numbers as they counted down the wrenching end of a chapter in my life.

It started again and the numbers read 43, 42, 41, 40 and then, suddenly, the elevator jolted to a halt and all the lights went out. I was too angry to be scared and blurted out "this fucking elevator is all I need."

A soft woman's voice said, very quietly, "we would say this fucking lift."

With all my inner turmoil that didn't register at all. I said "pardon?"

She said "I'm from England. We call this a lift. I was trying to make a joke."

I was certainly in no mood for word games. The elevator, which was supposed to be putting distance between me and Mr. Richfuck, had entombed me in his building with nothing but my anger and my thoughts. Nothing was said for a few minutes and I kept waiting for my eyes to get accustomed to the darkness. They never did. There was not a speck of light anywhere. I was stuck in a place as dark as the bottom pit of Hell. The sheer appropriateness of the metaphor put the flicker of an invisible smile on my face.

"My name is Karen," I said into the darkness.

"Mine's Rachel," she replied in a lilting British accent which charmed me despite my current lack of inclination to be charmed by anyone or anything.

The conversational coast was now clear and we probed for things to talk about while we waited for rescue from this forced acquaintanceship. I told her about the broad details of my life -- job, apartment, pets, hobbies. I left out Mr. Richfuck. She filled me in on her particulars. She was in the building receiving training at her company's head office and would be flying out of Kennedy the next morning. "If I ever get out of here," she said with a smile that I could hear but not see.

We chitchatted for a while longer neither probing nor exposing. We expected the lights to come back on any minute and to spend very little additional time with each other.

Suddenly we stopped talking as we heard a man's voice from what seemed like far away. Although the voice was faint we could tell that he was shouting.

"We know that you are stuck between 39 and 40. You are safe. Don't worry. There is no chance that the elevator will fall. There has been a failure in one of the transformers feeding power to the building. It is very old and it will be necessary to fly in replacement parts from Detroit. I'm sorry, but we estimate it will take at least three hours. If you can hear me bang on the side of the cab."

Each of us banged on the nearest wall as hard as we could.

"Good," the voice said, "I could here that. Just sit tight. We are sorry and will get you out of there as quick as we can."

We voiced relief to each other and then suddenly the reality set in. Three more hours in the darkest loneliest place either of us had ever been.

"I'm sitting down," she said and I felt a gentle bump as she sat. "Me too," I said. I gave a moment's thought to the effect of three hours of sitting on my outfit and then laughed at myself. For whom, exactly, did I need to look good?

There was silence for a while longer and then, involuntarily, my mind turned back to Mr. Richfuck. I went from white hot anger to despair and suddenly dissolved into loud keening sobs.

"What's wrong?" asked Rachel with obvious concern. I only sobbed louder and felt the stinging tears pouring from my eyes. I heard a gentle rustling sound and then she was holding me in her arms and rocking me like a little child as I cried and cried and cried.

After a while the crying stopped and she let go of me but I could feel that she was near. The whole sordid tale poured out of me. The meeting. The courtship. The sex. And finally the betrayal. I concluded my tirade with the formula of words that women have used since time immemorial to bring such a story to its conclusion: "you know how men are."

"Actually I don't," she said.

The central processing unit in my brain sent out a big error message. Her answer wouldn't compute.

"You don't?" I said.

"I'm a lesbian," she replied.

That computed just fine, but my brain had no idea what to do with that startling piece of information. The best I could come up with at that moment was "a lesbian?"

"Yes," she said.

That certainly launched the conversation in a different direction. Mercifully, it completely pushed Mr. Richfuck from my mind as we talked and talked and talked about her life. She told me about her lover and the seven years they had been together. She opened up to me completely about her needs and her passions and her fears. I asked her about their lovemaking and she told me how she and her lover would lie together and oh so slowly arouse each other in a hundred different ways and then make love as if there were no time or space.

As she talked I noticed I was getting wet between my legs. My mind tried to block that out. But the warmth soon became a throbbing and my entire body became enveloped in what was clearly sexual arousal.

She reached the end of her story and we sat silent. My mind was in turmoil. I began to remember women I had known and the powerful feelings they had stirred in me which were at this instant beginning to take on a new meaning. I thought about naked girls in the locker room in high school and their tits and pubic hair. I thought about the women in my office with their sleek bodies and their black hose and high heels. I thought of the x-rated films I had watched with boyfriends and suddenly realized that I had looked only at the bodies of the women.

Then something happened inside my brain. Some switch was thrown and electricity which had flowed in one direction suddenly reversed itself. All those women flashed before me again and now the throbbing between my legs became an ache. I could sense Rachel nearby and smell her perfume and hear the sound of her breathing.

Slowly I turned toward her and groped in the pitch darkness to find her. I put my arms around her and pulled her toward me and tried to kiss her. She gently stopped me.

"I can't," she said. "You are sweet and heavenly and I feel very deeply for what you have gone through, but my lover and I have pledged to be faithful to each other and I must live by that pledge."

I leaned back from her and tried to control myself. She had confided in me completely and I needed to use all of my will to force myself to respect her relationship.

In a rather formal sounding voice I said "please accept my apology. I don't know what came over me." She could not see the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"It's O.K." she said in a tiny voice. "I know you meant no harm."

We sat apart for several more minutes in the pitch blackness and my brain retraced more slowly the ground it had touched on before. The naked girls in the locker room. Their pendulous breasts, their pink nipples, the curve of their hips and their triangle of public hair. I realized that the feelings I was having at that moment were now forever a part of me. The beauty and the power and the lushness of women's bodies flooded over me. I felt an excitement and a longing that I had never felt before.

Then, imperceptibly, I sensed a movement. Suddenly her arms were around me and she hungrily put her mouth on mine. Electricity shot through me and I could feel my body responding. She kissed my ears, my eyes, my neck and then my mouth again. We explored each other hungrily with our tongues.

I pulled my dress over my head. We then kissed deeply again and nuzzled each others ears and necks. I was utterly defenseless. Nothing in the world existed except my powerful sexual hunger.

She reached around and unhooked my bra. She told me to lie down on the carpeted elevator floor. She was gone for a moment and I could hear a small popping sound as she pulled out the emergency stop on the control panel. "We won't want to be interrupted" she said with another smile in her voice.

She came back and groped until she found my legs. She sucked on my toes through my stockings and then ran her tongue up my ankle to my calf. She then shifted her body to find my breasts and licked and sucked my nipples as I moaned with arousal and pleasure.

She moved down again and I opened my legs wide. She put her tongue above my knee and then began to give me little kisses as she moved toward my pussy. Then her mouth met skin and she let out a squeal of delight. I had worn a garter belt and my cunt was open, waiting and dripping wet.

She gently moved up to my pussy lips and licked them. Then she moved to my pubic hair and kissed it and rubbed her face in it. I was now crazy with desire and unthinkingly reached down and took her head in my hands and pushed her face into my cunt.

She knew that I desperately needed to come and moved to my clit. She licked it gently and then harder and then gently again. I was starting to thrust my hips toward her involuntarily and she put her hands under my rear to steady me. Then she began to lick my clit in earnest and I could feel everything between my legs beginning to dissolve toward a climax. Sensing that, she slid her fingers into my hot wet swollen cunt and started to fuck me.

That pushed me over the brink and I started to come. It was a huge shuddering orgasm far more powerful and sustained than anything I had ever felt in my life. Waves of pleasure washed over me again and again as she continued her licking and hard thrusting. Then it started to subside and she stopped, but left her hand deliciously inside me and let me enjoy the feeling of fullness and connection.

I lay back and my entire body tingled with utter satisfaction. Then I slowly became conscious of where I was and felt her lying beside me. I reached over to make love to her, but she said "I have already betrayed my lover and must not make it worse. I can't begin to tell you how badly I want you, but I must not let you touch me. Please understand."

I told her I understood. Soon I heard new sounds and could tell that she was masturbating. She started to moan and I could tell that making love to me had aroused her to a fever pitch. It was a new and thrilling experience for me to hear the sound of a woman making love to herself in the pitch darkness and total silence.

Her moans became louder and louder and her breaths rushed in and out of her. I could hear the wet sounds she made as her hand rubbed her cunt faster and faster. Then she started to come and whimpered as the tension between her legs erupted into waves and waves of pleasure. I listened with joy in my heart as the excitement of being with me made her come again and again. Soon the only sound was her hard breathing and tiny moans of pleasure.

We lay there for a while, but soon reality began to intrude and we realized that we had lost any sense of time. We giggled like schoolgirls as we hunted around in the dark for our clothes and tried to put everything on right side up. When we felt more or less reassembled Rachel pushed the emergency stop back in with another pop.

We lay beside each other in each others arms and talked about my new feelings and the promise of my new life. Then suddenly the lights came back on blinding us. We stood up and the elevator began to descend. I finally got to see what she looked like and she was as beautiful as I ever could have imagined with freckles, laughing green eyes and sandy hair.

When the elevator doors opened on the ground floor the waiting emergency personnel were greeted by the sight of the two of us hugging each other hard and crying on each other's shoulders. I am sure they thought that we were crying because they had rescued us, but we were crying because Rachel had rescued me.

We exchanged addresses and went our separate ways. We became faithful correspondents and I told her all about the women in my life and my wonderful discoveries about making love. She offered me encouragement when I needed it and solace when a relationship was not going well.

About a year later I received a letter from her in which she said that she was heartbroken because her lover had decided to leave her. She told me that she was thinking about asking for a transfer to her company's New York office and wondered what I thought of that. I wrote and told her I was thrilled at the idea. And if they couldn't find a way to send her to me I would find a way to go to her. And I couldn't resist adding that the two of us definitely needed a lift.



The Lift



Feedback is welcome.

My name is Tony and I was a council housing officer (a crappy job) in East London when this happened...…

The work took me to a lot of lower standard buildings so that I could take peoples complaints, as you can imagine there was no shortage of work. I was 24, six ft tall, have a good body and am aware of being well endowed, not particularly long, but very thick. I split with my girlfriend of the time after finding out that she had been fucking her boss on a regular basis. It wasn’t long after this that the events I am about to tell you about took place. It was a hot summers day and I was going to see an old couple that lived on the ninth floor of a council tower block and were complaining about the lifts being constantly ‘out of order’. 

I arrived at the block for my ten o-clock appointment and went to get the lift, praying that I didn’t have to climb nine flights of stairs. At the bottom was this woman of about my age waiting for the lift and we waited together for the lift to come down. I commented on how nice the weather was but she just looked at me and smiled as if to say, ‘push off mate’, so I let it go. She was a bit shorter than me with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail and was dressed in a tracksuit, but from what I could see she appeared to have a nice body. She was breathing heavily and looked as if she had just been for a run or similarly strenuous activity. The lift arrived and she pressed for the sixth floor and I pressed for the ninth. The doors closed, we started to ascend and then, without warning, we ground to a halt just before the third floor. 

“Fucking typical!” she shouted, “I only ever come here when the lift is broken and today I’m in it.”

She explained that she was visiting her sister but that she jogged over once a week from a smarter part of Town. Meanwhile I was pressing buttons and trying, as you do, to stimulate the lift back into action. As Sod’s Law states in situations like this: Nothing happens. Upon pressing the alarm button I was informed by my fellow passenger that kids had broken the alarm bells years ago. I started banging on the door but got no response. I know from my notes that there is only one old lady on this floor and if she were out or in the slightest bit deaf we would be in for a long wait. 

It was already hot in the lift and with the two of us being there it was getting hotter. I took off my jacket and loosened my tie and my companion undid the front of her tracksuit a bit. 

“You should take it off.” I suggested but her already red face went redder and she explained that she didn’t have anything on underneath her tracksuit. 

We sat down in the lift and introduced ourselves, her name was Diane, and I told her my name and explained who I was. When I told her why I was there, we both started laughing. It was getting like a sauna in the small lift and I was sweating like mad. We started making small talk, but I could tell that the heat was getting to her and I had an idea. 

“Would you like to put my shirt on?” I said, “It would be cooler than that heavy track-suit.” 

She was unsure at first but she realized it made sense and thanked me. I took my shirt off and handed it to her, then turned my back as any gentleman would, whilst she changed tops. She thanked me again and again and we continued the meaningless chatter between us. Fortunately it wasn’t getting any hotter but it was still enough to make you sweat. It was then that I noticed that my thin white shirt was virtually see-through with sweat and that I was getting a wet T-shirt view of Diane’s tits. She had a nice sized pair with small, dark and very pointy nipples. She didn’t realize the view she was giving me but was soon on to me as my eyes were permanently grabbing a quick look as we talked. At first she was embarrassed and she covered herself up, but after thinking about it for a few seconds she moved her arms away. 

“It’s hardly worth hiding them now that you’ve seen them is it?” 

I didn’t know what to say or do so I tried to continue with the conversation but was interrupted, “Look,” she said, “now that you’ve seen my chest do you mind if I take this shirt off and go topless? This heat is driving me mad!”

Before I could reply she was undoing the buttons and taking off my sweat-soaked shirt, bringing those gorgeous tits into view. Diane had a nice tan and there were no bikini marks so I presumed she went topless regularly. 

The combination of a cheap pair of trousers, my sweaty legs and the heat was making my legs itch like mad. The more I itched the worse it got and I was beginning to go crazy. 

“Take them off if they irritate you that much.” Said Diane feeling sympathetic towards my itches. “It will be like we are on the beach or in a sauna with you in your underwear and me just wearing my bottoms.” 

It was almost as if she wanted me to take them off and the relief from all that itching would make me sane again. So, without standing, I took off my shoes, socks and trousers, which left me in just my boxer’s. The effect of being in this small space wearing only my underwear and sitting opposite a sexy woman with her tits out was making my dick start to grow. I tried to fight it but on realizing I wasn’t going to win I changed my posture in an attempt to hide it. Suddenly Diane started to cry saying how we would never get out and that it might be days before anybody finds us, we might even die in here. I tried to comfort her saying that if it came to it the caretaker would find us tomorrow afternoon.

“Oh great,” she said sarcastically, “only another thirty hours to wait, I can’t see what I was crying about.” However, she did stop crying. 

I managed to start up another conversation and we both relaxed, so much so, that I forgot about my staunch erection and lowered my leg that has disguising it. Suddenly she smiled at me.

“I’m glad to see that the situation turns you on so much!” 

I suddenly noticed that my dick had burst through the hole in the front of my boxer shorts and was plainly visible. I must have gone even redder than I already was as she giggled.

“Sod it Tony lets both go naked, in this heat it makes sense doesn’t it!” 

Before she had finished the sentence she stood up and removed her tracksuit bottoms revealing a nicely trimmed golden bush. Then she lay out her top and sat down on it facing me with her legs slightly spread. 

“Come on then,” she said, “don’t be shy, I’ve seen it already.” 

By now the situation was getting on top of me and I thought what the hell and took of my last item of clothing allowing my erection to spring out. We just sat there for a few moments taking in each others bodies, she then pulled her knees up to her chest giving me a perfect view of her swollen pussy, the lips already slightly parted and her juices were clearly visible. Just when I thought the situation couldn’t get any sexier Diane changed position again. This time she leaned back a bit spread her legs and started rubbing at her pussy with one hand and her nipples with the other. My dick was now aching and desperate for relief as I watched her as she masturbated in front of me parting her pussy lips as wide as they would go to give me a better view of her hole. 

I realized I was being given a green light to fuck this beauty so I moved over to where she was and asked if I could help. She moaned and I took this as a yes. I moved her into the middle of the lift and put us into a sixty-nine position so that I could lick her moist pussy at the same time offering her my dick to suck. She didn’t need any more persuasion and took my hard penis into her mouth and started what was the best ever blowjob. At one point I had to ignore her lovely little pussy as I moaned to her that I was about to come. To my amazement (and joy) she didn’t let go of my dick as all my other girlfriends had done, instead she sucked harder moving her head back-and-forth as I erupted what felt like gallons of spunk into her mouth. She swallowed the lot and then licked me clean not letting go of my dick for a second. My erection hardly subsided and I was rock hard again in seconds with her mouth working wonders on my dick. Next she ordered me to stop licking her and to fuck her. I didn’t need asking twice and turned around her sexy blue eyes were sparkling and there was a little dribble of come that had run down her cheek. I placed the end of my dick at the entrance to her tunnel and was going to enter her slowly but she grabbed a hold of my buttocks and pulled me in with one hard stroke as she let out a gasp of delight. I started moving in and out of her tight little hole with full strokes at a pace that Diane was controlling. We continued like this for about ten minutes before I felt Diane quickening the pace as her breathing got faster. She then wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me in really fast but with shorter strokes. She closed her eyes tight and a shiver went through her body as she came with a muffled cry, a big grin across her face. I could feel her pussy spasm around my dick and this was enough to send me over the top as I came for the second time, her pussy squelching as our juices mingled. Diane went all floppy under me and, her face showed the signs of satisfaction a woman gets when you make her orgasm. 

I was already thinking about the next shag when were both startled by my briefcase ringing, actually it was my mobile phone, I had forgotten that I had it. We were going to be saved, though we really needed saving just then. I opened my case and spoke to somebody from the office who was checking up to find out why I was already over two hours late for my first appointment. I explained my predicament to him, but not what I was up to, and that I had forgotten about my phone. He laughed and said that he would cancel all my appointments for me up to my 2:30 so that I could recover. I was going to ask him for help but decided I would check with Diane before being rescued and told the guy from work that there was already help coming. We laughed at the situation and I could see my spunk dripping from Diane’s cunt in front of me making my dick hard again. However, I was let down. Diane had to be at work in an hour and would be in deep shit if she were late, so she said she would have to go as soon as we were out. She took the phone from me and said I should get dressed, as we would be out soon. I put my sticky clothes back on as Diane spoke to somebody who I presumed to be her sister. 

“Becky is going to get us out of here, she knows how to get the lift working.” 

Within five minutes the lift was moving and Diane was getting dressed. We didn’t speak until we reached the fifth floor where the doors opened and we got out. Diane ushered me upstairs to her sister’s flat where she said I might get a shower. 

We rung the bell and a Becky opened the door. You could tell they were sisters straight away, as they looked very similar, only Becky was few years younger. She was wearing tight jeans and a tight T-shirt that showed off her figure. Diane said that we were stuck in the lift together and that it had been really hot and sweaty. She asked if Becky would let me use her shower and borrow one of her ex-husbands shirts. When Becky agreed I said that I was grateful, Diane then said she had to go and started running down the stairs, just before she went out of sight she turned, winked and ran off. Becky invited me in and told me how to fix the lift; it just needed somebody to press a button on the fifth floor. I was shown the bathroom, given a shirt, and Becky left me to it. The water was only warm but it suited me fine and I got under the refreshing spray. I washed myself down and turned off the water but as I got out I realized there were no towels in the room as far as I could see. I called out to Becky but there was no reply, so after a couple of minutes I peeked around the door and thought I would try and find something I could use to dry myself. As I opened the door I called again but there was no reply so I ventured out further into Becky’s flat holding a flannel over my dick in case I got caught. I turned a corner in her flat and bumped straight into her and I fell onto my bum. I looked up to see Becky was wearing a bikini and hadn’t heard me as she had a Walkman on. I had dropped the flannel and was completely exposed to her. I thought she might be mad or something, but instead she sat down on my chest, put her Walkman to one side.

“Can I take payment for the use of my shower now?” 

I realized straight away that she wanted to fuck me so I went to undo her bikini top letting it fall onto my face. When I put it to one side I had a great view of her tits, though slightly smaller than her sisters they were just as well proportioned and her nipples stuck out, as they were so hard and aroused. She reached around and started massaging my balls.

“Shall we go to the bedroom for a good shag now?” 

We got up and she showed me into her room. The room was nice and clean but there was loads of sexy underwear and several vibrators scattered about the floor. 

“It’s been nearly three months since I’ve had a man,” she said, “I hope you won’t disappoint me!”

I almost said that her sister hadn’t complained, but thought it might put her off so I didn’t. She threw me onto the bed and I watched as she removed her bikini bottoms. 

“I think sunbathing can wait for this.” 

She said as she tuned and bent right over in front of me letting me see into her pussy that, like Diane’s, was will trimmed and shaven around her entrance. She picked up a vibrator and without changing her position stuffed it up herself making her juices flood out to make room for the fake cock. She then ordered me to take over, so I grabbed the dildo at the one end and pushed it in and out of her while rubbing at her clit with my spare hand. I did this for a couple of minutes before she pulled the vibrator out.

“OK my friend lets see what you’re made of.” 

She climbed onto the bed and ordered me to take her from behind as she moved, putting her pretty arse in the air and reaching back to spread her labia. I took up position behind her and pumped away, putting my cock straight in to the hilt with my first thrust. Her pussy felt the same as her sisters as I pumped away for what seemed like ages. I had come twice already and was able to hold back for over half an hour before I felt myself coming. During this time I felt her come twice and then had another idea. I picked up the vibrator and put on full speed before placing it at the base of my dick stimulating her clit but at the same time it was driving me over the top. As she came for the third time I let myself go and spurted what come I had left into her. She collapsed in front of me and I lay next to her kissing frantically. 

I realized that I would have to be gone soon if I was going to make my next appointment on time and so told Becky that I had to go. She was disappointed but so satisfied she didn’t complain too much and begged me to return as soon as possible. Unfortunately I then had to go and console this complaining woman in one of the tower blocks as many as two times a week. Whenever she phoned I had to go and look after ‘that Becky woman who complains about everything’. Little did my colleagues know about how I console Becky!!!!



The Lift



This started as an incident report. It wasn't submitted.

*

So pleased to be the only one in the lift, I pressed floor eight hoping that it would be express. I leaned against the back wall and while waiting started to read the rubbish I'd been given at the Manager's Office. But on the second floor the lift ground to a halt. I looked up long enough to see that Elsie was getting in. She was in a wheelchair and seemed proficient with its use so I didn't offer help as independence is the key to nursing home care. Elsie had a reputation but never having worked on her floor I wasn't sure why, I knew that the less I had to do with her the better.

As I read I was aware that she pressed a floor button. Then she was fiddling with something around her neck. I was aware too that she was leaning forward and lifting the footplates of her wheelchair. She hadn't turned her wheelchair around which is sensible because the big wheels are at the back and would be the first out. It's a little disconcerting when someone is facing you, especially when there are only two in a lift. Then I was aware of her reaching over to the lift's control panel and I heard something that I shouldn't have ignored.

Suddenly the lift stopped, there was a massive bang and I was in excruciating pain. The pain was so severe that I felt myself buckling, and only the sudden stop of the lift stopped me from falling, for that moment I was weightless. I looked down and could see I was surrounded, I was between the footplates of Elsie's wheelchair and they had obviously hit the back of the lift to make all the noise. The pain was beginning to ease as I looked. I could see Elsie's hands, the one at my crotch had a very firm grip and the other was at my zip pulling it down. I tried to get free of her hands grabbing them and trying to pull them away but she squeezed me so hard I let go, the pain was too much. She was very fast, when I let go a hand reached in and I could feel it lift the elastic of my jocks as it took the place of her other hand. It was holding me, cock and balls, tight. She looked up at me, she wasn't the most attractive woman but her blue eyes were piercing.

"Shut up!" she said.

I wasn't aware that I was making any noise but my groaning abruptly stopped. Her free hand was swiftly undoing my belt and the button on my pants. I wanted to get away and raised my leg so I could step over her knees which were to each side of me. My movement was an opportunity for Elsie, she changed her grip and her hands were around my balls. She squeezed them saying,

"No!" The pressure was painful so I put my foot back down and she relaxed her grip enough to be bearable. I reached down and grabbed her hands, she tightened her grip, the pressure was so great I thought my balls would burst.

"Let go!" she said and I did. My pants were around my knees and my jocks quickly joined them.

With two hands she now had control, one holding my balls and the other wrapping itself around my cock. She looked up at me and with a grin said,

"Drink!" My cock was large but soft, as though wondering what it should do. She knew what to do though. Elsie looked at it for a while and then, looking up said,

"Nice one." and started stroking. I was so embarrassed and tried to grab her hands again, she responded by squeezing my balls and I quickly let her go.

"Bigger than the doctors," she said, looking up at me. No-one will believe this I thought to myself. She continued to stroke my cock, not letting go of my balls, then leaned forward and licked the top.

"Nice", she said, her hand still stroking up and down and it was responding with growing dimensions. My mind was racing, what would happen if the lift suddenly started again? My pants were around my ankles and I was trapped between the wheelchair foot plates, between her knees, against the lift wall. I thought about hitting her but thought of what she could do to me if I did and knew that it would lead to big trouble later. She stopped her stroking for a moment and ran her fingers through my pubic hair.

"Soft," she said and then resumed stroking my cock.

Her head moved towards me, I put my hand out to stop her, she squeezed my balls and pulled down, the pain was sudden and severe, I thought my balls were going to explode. She watched as I withdrew my hand and then her head continued its trajectory until her mouth was around my cock. Her hand continued to stroke. I was hoping it wouldn't cooperate, but my cock was so hard, I could feel her sucking and her tongue probing at the slit on top. Surely she would stop soon, the lift will start to move I thought, hoping that it would be very soon. She seemed very assured that she has plenty of time and was in no rush.

My balls were still gripped in her hand while she worked my cock. I couldn't see because her head was in the way but I knew exactly what she was doing. I could think of nothing I could do but wait. My cock was becoming even more tumescent, it filled her mouth and her hand flew up and down underneath. Then she stopped and looked up at me,

"Nearly!" she said, and added,

"Big cock, it's bigger than Paul's!" There was only one Paul I knew of and he was the gym junkie orderly who was always showing his muscles, the macho man. I was very surprised. She resumed her work, mouth and hand synchronized while maintaining her grip on my balls. I could hear her sucking, slurping, my cock bathed in her saliva, which ran down onto her rapidly moving hand to be thrown everywhere. She continued her breathing, sterterous with her effort and the obstruction. Again she looked up and spoke.

"Balls feel good too. Bigger than Frank's." She smiled and pumped my cock, sliding the skin up and down, her hand going the full length.

"Both of them," she said, beaming as her hands continued their task,

"Both balls, both Franks!" she then said in answer to my unasked question. She sat for a while and watched as she worked on my cock,

"Nice and hard," she said. I wondered who I was going to be compared with next but she didn't.

I could feel it coming, the sensations of impending orgasm, my body beginning to tense, my cock throbbing, my hips involuntarily beginning to thrust. She saw it and quickly her mouth went over my cock, her hand increased its speed and I was coming. She was sucking, slurping and swallowing, but as fast as she was some spilled out of her mouth, dripped down into my pants and onto the rug between her knees. The hand on my balls didn't relax but the other hand released my cock, stretched out under and caught some semen. She sucked until no more came. Then she squeezed my balls hard and let them go. As I was doubling over in pain I saw her hands busy, one pulling aside the rug, pulling up her dress and the other hand holding the semen was thrust down her knickers and I could see her moving it around. This surprised me and as I was recovering from her grip I wondered why she did it. I didn't have to ask- she looked at me and pointing a finger quietly said,

"Evidence. D.N.A." The implications slowly dawned.

"Leave me alone," she said, "And you're safe." She turned in the wheelchair and from her cleavage she took a key which she put into the command keyhole. The lift lurched into action. I rushed to pull up my pants and compose myself. At the sixth floor the lift stopped and the doors opened as I finished buckling my belt. I watched as she wheeled out.



The Lift



The door to my hotel bedroom closed with a satisfying click, and dropping the key into my jacket pocket, I sauntered down the lushly carpeted corridor towards the lift.

Up to the fifth floor, I always tried to use the stairs, trying to retain what fitness I still had at thirty-nine, but there on the eighth floor, that was just too much, even for me.

My face broke into a smile as I heard the lift 'ding', one of those rare occasions when the lift and I arrived at the same place at the same moment. Perhaps this was going to be my night. Perhaps having shed my dog collar for the evening I would be able to relax, be just a normal person, and enjoy the evening without sticking out like a sore thumb.

Then the door to the lift slid open, and the smile on my face surely must have widened, as there, stepping out of the brightly lit box was a beautiful dark haired young lady. At least I realized later quite how beautiful she was, but the thing that struck me immediately was that she was naked, quite as naked as Eve would have been on that fateful day. Confrontation with naked young ladies is not something that happens too frequently in my chosen calling, so not noticing quite how beautiful she was at first, could be perhaps forgiven.

She wasn't even actually completely naked, but a pair of dangly earrings, a bracelet, and a pair of black high heels hardly conspire to make naked an inappropriate description. If it did, then the fact that her pubic hair was completely shaven, leaving her delicate pink flower like lips clearly protruding from between the top of her legs would in my book have made up for it. No... She was naked all right, five foot six of slender naked womanhood, her rounded full breasts jutting out from her slim frame as if Our Lord himself had taken special individual care with their design and construction.

"Oh Shit," the nude girl exclaimed seeing me stood there. "Might of known I'd never get away with it twice in one night."

I chose to ignore her profanity, it not being against the Good Lord himself, and opened my mouth to enquire why she was unclad so, in such a public place.

"Why ar....." is as far as I got.

She held her finger up to her lips, and said "Shhhhh! Don't say anything. You'll spoil it."

I was at a lost, and just stared at her, which in fact was not at all unpleasant as it turned out.

"But why a...." Bought only another "Shhhhh! Please be quiet."

Then she took me by the hand, and started to lead me back down the corridor, from whence I had just ventured.

"Which is your room?" She demanded. "Don't say anything, just point."

We came to halt outside my room, and I couldn't help noticing how her breasts quivered when she turned. By Golly she was an attractive young lady, all sort of silky smooth skin, with the healthy glow of youth, long slim legs and... and ... Well the equal of any of those lovely ladies in Playboy Magazine. Or at least how I imagine girls would look in Playboy Magazine as I'd never actually looked myself of course.

"Key!" She said abruptly.

"What do..."

"Shut up," she interrupted. "Sorry, don't wish to be rude, but you mustn't say anything. Just give me the key."

I complied in full with the nude young girl's wishes, handing over the key without saying a word. Thirty seconds later she was dragging me inside the room, my room, and you can imagine how reluctant I was to follow her.

I wasn't at all sure what the Bishop would make of all this, and doubted whether it was covered within the diocese rules.

"Right Mister," the girl said facing me, her lovely pert breasts bouncing around in front of my eyes, and too close to me for comfort. "Say nothing, keep quiet, and make the most of your good luck."

"Now look here..." was again as far as I got, as she reached up, threw her arms round my neck and pulled me down to her, her lips searching mine, and shutting off my comment in the most novel and pleasant way. I particularly liked the way she stuck her tongue out between my lips, and coiled it around mine. I thought that an especially good trick, and really rather enjoyable. I tried the same thing back, and soon got the hang of it. At least she didn't object to my efforts.

Then I suddenly realized that I had put my arms around her, and that my hands were around her waist, her bare waist. The feel of her skin was electrifyingly wonderful, perhaps too wonderful, and that could hint at some sort of sin. So I moved them at once. Only to find that the feel of her bottom was quite the equal of my earlier experience, and indeed even more so.

It was when the girl removed my jacket and then started to unbutton my shirt, that I had my first doubts as to the propriety of my situation, but then she pushed her naked breasts up against my bare chest and I have to say that anything that felt that good, must have been conceived in heaven. And the feel of her hard nipples rubbing against my skin must have been thought up by one of the angels. I relaxed a little after that. Well perhaps relaxed is not actually the appropriate term. I suppose I got a bit carried away. I've been carried away sometimes when singing hymns or reading the psalms, but it wasn't like that at all. It was a bit more... Well a bit sort of ....Kind of .... Well it was really jolly nice I have to confess.

"Now hang on." 

I cleverly caught her unawares, and managed to get a full sentence out, before she stuck her tongue down my throat again to shut me up. And it didn't stop her undoing my trousers either, or from pushing them down to my ankles. 

"Now I'm going to trust you to keep quiet. Can I trust you?" 

I responded with a nod of my head.

She slid her gorgeous naked body down mine, and ended up knelt in front of me. I started to kneel down myself to join her in prayer, but she stopped me. I must have misinterpreted her intentions. Then I experienced the most exquisite sensation, something quite outside of my previous experience, as she slid my underpants down. My eh... My... Well my thing. I call him my John Thomas normally but it is time to be bold and forthright, so lets call a Willy a Willy! Well anyway, my Willy leapt up to attention and I think it whacked her under the chin.

"Sorry," I proffered.

"Shhhh!" she responded; " It's OK, keep quiet."

I had no idea that having a young lady lick your Willy could feel quite so good.

She stood up, which was at first a little disappointing, and propelled me over towards the bed. There she lay down, and to my surprise she opened her legs quite wide. She was obviously a young lady of some breeding, and had the correct accent and all, and had no doubt gone to a good school, so this 'opening wide of the legs thing' got me a little confused. I'd always understood that 'nice' young ladies didn't do that. But this evening was proving most educational, so I decided to go along with it for the time being.

Now I've heard of the 'laying on of hands', and I'm led to believe it is fully condoned in some congregations, though completely outside of my personal experience. However when she placed my hand down between her legs, on the shaven mound that lay there, I certainly saw the light. Damn it ___ Ooops sorry, didn't mean to say that ______ I not only saw the light, but it illuminated me. And when my finger slid into the soft wetness of her warm furrow beneath it, then I felt the heat of the light warming me, burning into my very soul. 

This had to be good. This had to be OK. 

I worked my finger rapidly up and down her torrid slit, and I could recognize the work of the almighty, as she writhed and shuddered and screamed out loud, as my frenzied actions chased the demons out of her body. Seldom have I witnessed such a wonderful and successful, utter cleansing of the spirit.

There was obviously one huge demon, the one who held on till the end. When I at last managed to expel him, twirling some little bud like thing, at the top of her furrow, where he must have been residing, then she screamed even louder, shaking violently, and arching her back off the bed to aid me in my quest. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth opened wide, as she wailed her release. "Oh my God!" She screamed. "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

It pleased me so, to hear a true believer thanking her maker for being saved like that.

She lay there panting for some moments. I'd heard that lifting of the spirits could get you that way.

Then she looked at me and smiled, the most wonderful uplifting smile that you could possibly imagine. It did me the power of good.

I'm not too sure what the next bit was about. I've studied the scriptures since and I'm still a bit puzzled, as it seemed to be more about 'begetting' and things, which since I hardly knew the girl couldn't have been appropriate.

Anyway, she repositioned herself, warned me to keep quiet again, and pulled me down on top of her. I have to admit it felt rather nice, and I forgot my ecclesiastical fervor for a while, and then when she guided my John Thomas... sorry Willy, down into her warm slit, then I forgot just about everything except how fantastic it felt.

Jeeeeeeeeesus! It felt great.

Oh shit, now look what I've said.

Oh bugger it, now I've done it.

Oh bloody hell it let's be honest, fucking her pussy was just about the most wonderful experience in all creation.

As I felt my cock slide into her warmth, felt the grip of her vagina as it contracted around it, drawing it in, till I couldn't have stopped if the Bishop himself had commanded it. Working it slowly in and out, the strokes longer, and then faster, till at last I lost all control and in a flurry of wonderful activity, I let loose my episcable sperm into her.

We collapsed in one another's arms, and lay there for some time, gathering our strength.

Indeed the Lord works in mysterious ways.

The young woman eventually extricated herself, and stood up, looking down at me with a very pleased grin on her face.

"What's this?" She cried, lifting up my official shirt with my dog collar on, but I remembered to keep quiet.

"You're ____ You're really a ____ Christ almighty what have I done?"

It pleased me that she sought out the Lord to help her conflict, whatever it was.

"Well, I can't go back to the third floor totally in the nude," she muttered. Then she unbuttoned the dog collar and put it round her own neck.

"Does it suit me?" she demanded, striking a pose reminiscant of Venus.

To be honest, she was so beautiful, and so naked, that anything more than my dog collar would have been out of place. It was far too big for her, and the bottom of it scraped across the top of her breasts, but it didn't cover them, and didn't spoil my view at all. I was just so pleased that she chose to adorn herself with that symbol of the church, and I'm sure she gained enlightenment from it.

"Bye," she called out, and blew me a kiss as she walked out through the door, her naked bottom swaying delightfully as she disappeared into the corridor. "See you tomorrow 'Vic'. I guess you're here for my wedding ceremony, aren't you?"

I nodded, remembering not to speak aloud. But it was true, the next day I was due to assist at the marriage service in the Cathedral next door.

The Bishop had indeed been so lucky to have found such a beautiful and god-fearing young woman to become his wife. I must not forget to congratulate him.



The Lift



Every time he bumped into her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was sexy in a perfect way. Not drop dead gorgeous but comfortably beautiful. She was taller than the usual sort of girls he would like but she was in many ways sexually perfect. Although a little over 6ft himself, she was easily 5 10 without heels. Chestnut brown hair, full figured below tight jeans, a perfect arse and all round sex bomb. Unfortunately, she was only ever polite and he knew he would never be with her, or so he thought. She had also admired him on many occasions but as usual in life, neither of them thought much more of it. Getting in the lift after 6pm, she had already entered from a higher floor. Then it happened. The lift came to a stop and after a few seconds of darkness, the lights came on.

"Bugger" he said out loud and hit the emergency telephone.

It wasn't a large building and the engineer said that unfortunately, most of the staff were home and it could take 3-4 hours for them to get to the building and manually allow them to get out.

"3 to 4 hours, really? Oh no. Well, hopefully, they'll be as quick as they can" she said once he explained the situation.

Making small talk for a while, it soon turned into talking about life in general. She had a boyfriend but he was away on business and seemed to be doing it more often, adding she had serious question marks about their future. He told her he was single now, but balancing visits to the gym with visits to the pub, allowing him a reasonably healthy social life and not one that revolved around being out all the time.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but your boyfriend is a very lucky guy. You're perfect" he gushed.

"Aw, that's sweet. Perfect? I wouldn't say that, perhaps a few good features" she laughed back.

Then, through boredum, as much as anything else she asked him a question.

"So, my best features?" she said mischeviously.

"Erm, apart from all of you, if you don't mind me saying, I'm a legs and ass man, and yours really are perfect" he intoned truthfully.

She laughed again, but had a twinkle in her eye now. Just then, the engineer called and said it would be another 2 hours minimum before they would be reached, maybe 3. He promised to give them a call again when he was 20 minutes away.

"You know, you're a pretty hot guy yourself. I'm surprised you're single; I thought you'd have a trail of girls eager to grab you" she said with honesty.

"Well, I'm particular about the type of girl I go for" he said back.

"Really? Well, I'm getting bored, so how a about a game of truths?" she said, taking him by surprise.

"Yeah, okay, why not" he answered and he offered her to start.

She asked him where the most dangerous place was that he had a sexual liaison. He told her it was a secluded alcove in a bar then he asked her.

"So, what do you enjoy most?" he quipped back.

She almost blushed.

"Well, let's just say, I'm a bit selfish, in an ideal world" she responded.

"Oral?" he said, grinning back.

She grinned and extended her hand, flipping it back and forth as if to say Sort Of.

"Okay, em receiving oral?" and she nodded, smiling.

"I'd do that to you anytime you wanted" he muttered, without almost realising it had been so vocal.

She smirked back at him.

"I heard that, you dirty sod" she replied.

"Well, I'm only being honest. It's not really like full sex and therefore I don't think it can be construed as cheating" he blurted out.

She didn't reply and for a full minute the silence grew. Finally she answered.

"How long did that engineer say he'd be?" she asked.

"At least 2 hours, but he's going to call again to let us know when he's about 20 minutes away" he answered.

As if agreeing something to herself, she nodded.

"Okay, we're bored and under normal circumstances it wouldn't happen, but well, let's make the time pass a bit faster shall we?" and stood up, as they had both been sitting on the floor of the lift.

"Why are you standing?" She said, as he was about to rise.

He understood, although he couldn't quite believe this stunner was going to let him do what he thought she was suggesting. Instead, he knelt in front of her and helped her slip off her jeans. Then her knickers came off and quickly and his mouth swiftly attacked her moist slit as she slipped one leg over his shoulder. Nothing was said, as he began to slow down and swallow her sweet juices. After only 5 minutes though, she was pushing him away.

"Stop! Stop, I think I'm bursting for a wee" she said, but as soon as she did, he held onto her ass even tighter.

"I've never done this before, but you can't do it on the lift floor. You'll have to do it in my mouth" he offered her.

She stopped struggling to get off him and looked down at him.

"You would do that?" she asked him.

"As I said, I've never even considered it before but this isn't a typical situation and besides, I think you deserve at least an orgasm" he offered her.

"Yes, perhaps I do, don't I? My boyfriend is starting to piss me off anyway, he's always away on business. Speaking of piss, get ready" she said and he quickly glued his mouth to her, as the first squirt landed on his tongue.

Concentrating on swallowing, he managed a good rhythm, while she relived herself into him. At last, she subsided and relaxed as his tongue slipped inside her again.

"That was so dirty. You're going to have to give me more than 1 orgasm, I'm so horny now" she said, one hand descending to grip his hair tightly.

"As many as you want" he answered her but she was already close to cuming and pulled his head up so he was sucking her clit.

"Fuck, don't you stop, here it comes" she hissed, as her orgasm washed over her, while his mouth kept up the oral toll below.

At last, she pushed him away and spun around, both hands on the wall of the lift, her bum invitingly in front of him. He immediately parted her cheeks and sought her arsehole, as she let the contentment of a good orgasm wash over her. Gradually, his tongue found purchase and he slowly began to slide it in and out of her bum as she sighed contentedly.

"How long have we got?" she asked him.

"Um about an hour and a half" he replied, before continuing to rim her.

"I don't want you to stop until just before the engineer gets here" she said with lust in her voice.

He didn't answer, but kept up the task at hand.

"Stop that for a moment" she said to him suddenly.

He removed his tongue then she spoke again.

"Kiss my cheeks for a bit, then go back to doing that" she told him.

Again, he did as she asked and his lips went from one cheek to the other, planting dozens of kisses, until he worked his way back to her arsehole. She relaxed to allow his tongue back inside her and couldn't believe how horny she was. This was the best sexual encounter ever! She was aware he had been rimming her for a while now and although enjoying it immensely, her legs were tiring from standing up. He seemed to sense this too, as he soon spoke.

"Are your legs tired? Why don't you sit on my face?" he kindly offered.

"Lie down" she said by way of an answer and as soon as he did so, she mounted his face, slipping her pussy over his nose, as his tongue reacquainted itself with her arse.

She looked down into his eyes with lust, as he continued to pleasure her.

"Go deeper" she said, pressing down harder onto his face, enjoying the way his tongue and now his nose were inside her orifices.

She lifted up periodically, so he could catch a breath then she slid back, letting him tongue her pussy again.

Just then the phone went. Cursing loudly, she reached up and let him keep licking her as she stretched the phone to answer.

"Good news. I'll be there in 20 minutes. I've managed to make it earlier than I thought" said the engineer cheerily.

"Oh right, thanks then" she said and replaced the handset.

"Fuck, I don't believe it! The engineer will be here before long and I could see this turning into a really good one" she pouted.

Then her face lit up.

"I've got an idea" she suddenly said.

"What are you thinking" he asked her.

"I've already said that idiot boyfriend of mine is away on business. So you're coming home with me. I'm too wound up now to go without" she said to him, assuming he would agree.

He tried to smile, but it was hard to see as her pussy was still on his mouth.

"No problem, but are you sure that's what you want? With a boyfriend and everything?" he asked her.

"Listen, this little start to the evening's entertainment has got me thinking. I'll confess I've found texts on his phone from another girl, he doesn't go down on me, which the bastard should at least know by now I adore and he's away a bit too often. I mean, who am I kidding? He's cheating, right?. No, I want you just like this in my bed and I want to sleep with a massive smile on my face. Let's compose ourselves then get a taxi" she said, suddenly rising up.

They had been talking for 10 minutes since the engineer called and as she slipped on her knickers, then her jeans, he got up. In no time, she looked the sexy, composed stunner that had walked in the lift earlier. Just in time too, as the engineer managed to restart the lift mechanism and they reached the ground floor. As the lift descended, she put her arms around him and kissed his lips.

"Thank you for bringing me to my senses. I want to enjoy life and maybe I've been enjoying it with the wrong guy" she said.

"I would crawl over hot coals to get just your phone number" he said back, becoming more excited by the second.

"You're sweet and I like that. And I can smell my scent on you! But it'll get a lot stronger later" she added hungrily.

Just then the lift hit the ground floor and they stepped apart as the engineer opened the door and stood smiling at them.

"Sorry you two, glad I got you out. I've got to head to another job, if that's everything?" he said.

"Sure, thanks" she said to the engineer.

She turned to smile at her partner in crime and they quickly hailed a cab outside. It was faster than public transport and they walked up to her flat.

"Well, this is home" she said with a sweep of her hand and he followed her in.

He had time to glance into the kitchen before she led him to the lounge.

"Take a seat and come through when I call you" she said, exiting.

"Anything you say" he replied, smiling.

After almost 10 minutes, she called him and he walked through to the bedroom, clad only in his boxer shorts and t-shirt now. An en-suite bathroom was situated at the far end of the bedroom and she appeared to be in it.

"Lie on the bed" she called and he swiftly did so.

Just then, she entered the bedroom, clad in a lacy bra, hold ups and nothing else. His eyes were bulging out of his head as she hopped onto the bed and swiftly mounted his face.

"Now then, I believe we were in the middle of something before being rudely interrupted" she said as his tongue slipped inside her again.

She let it reach deeper into her as his hands came up to grab her breasts.

"I thought I should give you something in return. Seeing as you fancy me so much, you can ogle me in this while you're down there" she said, letting her selfish side come to the fore.

It seemed clear that she considered letting him look at her, fair return for the pleasure he would be providing. She began to slide back and forth a little then stopped.

"I want to do something I've never done before" she said to him.

"Sure, what is it?" he asked her.

"I want to ride your face. Keep your tongue out and I'll do the rest" she said and as he did so, she began to press down then back and forwards, her pussy leaving a wet trail on his face as she did it over and over again.

"Oh fuck, don't you fucking stop! AAAHH!" she screamed out, furiously fucking his face as her orgasm hit.

Then just as suddenly, it slowed down and she slumped off him, lying back on the bed.

"Clean me up" she said breathlessly, letting him turn over and slide down her body.

Her legs slipped over him and her feet rested on his back as he slowly licked her thighs, ass and pussy clean of juices.

"You know what? I go without while that bastard is probably having it off with someone else. Well, I'm not standing for it. I mean, I can cum several times and I could definitely get used to this" she said, lying back and looking up at the ceiling.

"Well, I really like you. I love doing this to you and you love receiving it, but I'm a gentleman too. Maybe we should start dating" he said.

"Mhhmm, I'd like that. But until I actually see my soon to be ex, I don't think I could, you know, cheat and have full sex just yet. Just because he might cheat on me doesn't mean I stoop to his gutter level. I think I like you too, well I know I've sort of fancied you and well, I just LOVE this" she declared.

He couldn't believe this sex bomb would let him fuck her and put every ounce of effort into licking her gently.

"You are so sexy" he mumbled.

"Mhhm, what else?" she said, smiling with her eyes closed.

"You deserve to be treated a lot better" he continued, licking her softly.

"In what way?" she quizzed further.

"You should have the option of waking up like this, or having it as an end of day stress release" he declared.

"I suppose I should do" she mused, relaxing.

It would be a while before another orgasm and she was enjoying his skilled tongue immensely. The compliments and his selfless pleasuring were making her wonder if she hadn't just found her ideal lover.

"My soon to be ex is back in 3 days. And do you know what? I'm actually looking forward to dumping him. Then I want you. And you can fuck me, how does that sound?" she offered him.

"Um, that's just perfect. I mean, I'd love to get to know you better" he instantly said.

She didn't answer, but parted her legs a bit further as his tongue trailed down to her sexy arse. As he drew delicate circles around her opening, she watched him hungrily.

"Take your time" she said lustfully and let her head fall back, relaxing as he valiantly entered her ass and pressed his face against her cheeks, driving it inside her.

His tongue delved inside her pussy again, then withdrew and licked delicately along her lips.

"You really should have this sort of enjoyment whenever you feel like it" he said, hoping a sexual compliment like this would keep her current train of thought towards taking him as her lover.

"Mhhmm. I am going to hold you to that. I suggest you make sure your jaw muscles are strong, you'll be needing them a lot. At least once a day" she purred, lazing back on her pillows and enjoying the slow oral pleasuring she was receiving.

"And you should be able to enjoy this anywhere you want, any position you want, any time of day or night that you want" he continued lustfully.

"Yes yes and yes to that. I am so going to stick to that" she said gazing down her navel at his handsome face.

"And once I start, I won't stop of my own accord. You should be in control of when you've had enough" he finished, pushing his tongue inside her delicious pussy.

"Oh, you and I are going to get on so well. I adore the idea of being in control of my own pleasure, why can't more guys be like that? You'd better hope your tongue is virile, it's going to be a long night" she said hungrily to him.

As Joanna reclined again on her pillows, she mused how this day could change her life for the better. A sexy lover who indulged her fantasies of being selfish was her idea of utopia.

to be continued 



The Lift



We had booked a room in a hotel in the big city, and had checked in for the weekend. The room was on the seventh floor, so we had to take the lift. We had built up the expectations during the trip to the city with some play with the remote-controlled vibrator. You had made it clear that whatever we would do in town when we arrived, we would do it after an extensive session in the hotel's big bed. Horny and eager to be alone in our room, we sighed inwardly at every stop the lift made to let off other guests. Finally, leaving the fifth floor, we were the only people left in the lift. Suddenly, the elevator stopped between floors. I pushed the button for the seventh floor again, but the lift didn't move.

"What the..." I said, while you looked questioningly at me. A couple more pushes on the button didn't produce any result, so I pushed the "Help" button. Someone, presumably a receptionist, answered.

"Hello? How may I be of assistance?"

"Hi, we just checked in, and now we're stuck in the elevator," I replied.

"I'm awfully sorry, Sir. We've experienced some trouble with that lift. I'll call a service technician," the slightly distorted voice said.

"Oh, great. How long will that take?" I asked.

"About an hour. We will provide you with free drinks in the bar as compensation for the inconvenience, Sir," said the person, ending the conversation. We looked at each other.

"We have an hour to kill," I said, "but I have an idea how to make it go faster."

You looked at me quizzically, but the smile playing on your lips told me that you knew what was about to happen.

"OK, take off your clothes," I said.

You obliged by slipping out of your dress, taking off your bra and removing your panties, which already sported a wet spot. The clit vibrator, wedged between your lips and slippery with your juices, was last to go. There were mirrors on three of the lift's walls, and I admired the view of you, multiplied many times over in the mirrors. My eyes wandered over your body, taking in your breasts, still pert, the curve of your hip, and the tuft of severely trimmed hair over your inviting cleft.

I opened our suitcase and took out our "tool box".

"Wear these," I said, handing you the wrist cuffs. You fastened them and looked at me teasingly. "Sit down," I ordered. You sat down on the floor, and I strapped your wrists to the handrail that went round the elevator at waist level. Then I took a broad ribbon and tied your feet together, sole against sole, forcing your legs apart and making your pussy open up like a moist rose.

"I'm at your mercy. So what are you going to do?" you said.

"You'll find out, love," I replied, grinning while I bent down to begin the treatment.

I kissed you, my tongue searching deep into your mouth, triggering a passionate response. My hands cupped your breasts, thumbs lightly brushing your nipples until they stood erect. Still kissing you, I gave both nipples a pinch, making you gasp in surprise. I began kissing my way down towards your breasts, my tongue playing along the side of your neck. Reaching your nipples, I circled first one, then the other with my tongue. You moaned contentedly, whimpering when I sucked them and yelping when I gave one a quick nibble with my teeth. Meanwhile, my hand drifted towards your mound.

Lightly brushing over your groomed tuft, my fingers caressed the sides of your delta, stroked the insides of your thighs, and then turned back to rest on your pussy. Kissing and licking your breasts, I felt you writhe beneath my still hand, eager to have me rub you. I pressed down with my hand, sliding my finger inside you. I wet my thumb with your juices and started to gently stroke your clit. Pushing inside you with a second finger, I sought out your sweet spot and began to rub it. You gasped and moaned, and I felt your pussy getting wetter by the second. My cock strained against my trousers, something you didn't fail to notice.

"I want it," you said, licking your mouth.

Without a word, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down along with my boxers, my cock springing free of its prison. I reached into our tool box and took out your g-spot vibrator, turned it on to a slow, strong vibe, and slid it inside you. You moaned and then turned your head towards my engorged member. Crouching at your side, I held your head while your mouth closed on my cock, your tongue fluttering over the tip. You purred while sucking and licking me, the vibrator working its magic inside you.

We both jumped when the receptionist addressed us through the speaker.

"The service technician is here now," the voice rasped, "you'll be out of that lift in a short while." "No need to hurry UNH! our account," I managed to say, almost losing it when you made an especially wicked stroke with your tongue. You took me deep in your mouth, tongue circling my shaft as I slowly pulled out. It took an effort for me to not plunge into you again, but I had other plans. Resuming my work with the vibrator, I felt how it slid effortlessly in and out of your slippery cleft. I let its tip tease your clit, making you squirm each time it passed over your engorged pearl. Then I went down on my knees and let my tongue take the place of the vibrator.

Tasting you deeply, I let my tongue slide over your lips and circle your clit, drinking your juices when I pressed down with open mouth over your shaven mound. Sucking your clit and lips, I took my cock in my hand and stroked myself to keep it hard and ready for the finale. You felt my teeth gently but firmly close on your clit, the tip of my tongue fluttering over it until you whimpered and bucked uncontrollably. Then I released your feet from their restraint and lifted your legs over my shoulders. The tip of my cock played over your wet slit, then I grabbed your ass with both hands and rammed it home.

Thrusting deep and hard, we were soon close to climax. Stealing a glance at the mirrors, we saw ourselves fuck in a hundred reflections. Then you came, moaning loudly while trying to not cry out as the waves of your orgasm coursed through you. Seconds later I came, too, my cock pumping as I spent myself inside you. Your pussy tightened around my shaft, and we rode the wave until I didn't have more to give. We relaxed, me lazily sliding in and out of you. I released your wrists, and we hugged fiercely while you still straddled me. We were kissing as the speaker crackled to life again.

"The lift will work again in a couple of minutes," the voice said, adding, "The staff hope the two of you will enjoy your stay despite the technical difficulties." 

There was an odd catch to the voice, which we couldn't really place. I slipped out of you, and you quickly put on your dress, not bothering with your underwear. We collected our things, the moist vibrator wrapped in your panties and going into the suitcase. We were just finished putting everything back in order when the lift started to move. When I looked at the floor number display, I noticed the little CCTV camera decal next to it. I glanced up, and nudged you when I spotted the discrete camera in the ceiling. We laughed guiltily, and flashed it a smile and a wave as we reached our floor. We had apparently made someone's day with our little show. Our room beckoned, with its shower and wide bed. Hand in hand, we went forward to the promise of more delights...



The Lifted Veil



This is my first story so please give me input. 

*

The sun fell below the horizon , the green flash that followed it's setting, encouraged by the sight Dreanne could only smile. A sunset that rare on All Hallow's Eve only gave her more hope that this spell would work. She had spent years preparing for this one night when the planets would align during the witching hour on Sovvan night. Ten years of sacrificing everything that she had valued at one time; fame, fortune, and privilege just to see her lover again but after Max had died, none of it had matter any longer anyway. When the maniac that called himself Keegan had kidnapped both of them screamed that he needed to sacrifice Max to get back home, Dreanne had only had thoughts of how absolutely insane than man had sounded. Her own sanity had come into question shortly after when she watched as he had torn out Max's heart out and thrown it into a blue fire. What she had seen next the paramedics swore up and down that it was only shock, but she swore she had seen it. A portal, darker than black had opened in front of the man and Dreanna watched as he had walked through the portal, sickly green wings sprouted from his back as he went through the closing portal yelling in triumph. When everything had settled Dreanne had also seen that Max's body was gone. 

The authorities never found Max's body or their kidnapper but whatever she had seen that night had opened her eyes to a different world, one that she had been programmed from birth not to believe in. Shadows took shape into creatures that could never be mistaken for human; appearing before her and walking into the crowds unnoticed. Her doctors had eventually prescribed the best medicine in the world but she had still seen them, eventually being put into an asylum "for her own good." After a while, she had learned to ignore those visions enough to convince her doctors that she could leave. 

Once out, she had tried to return to her old life, but it had lost its fire. Everything that had made life exciting had died with Max. Soon she found herself again watching the world of shadow creatures, hoping to find out what they were. She had been truly been at the edge of the sane world when she had been saved by a woman standing outside a bookstore, a Witch who had seen the signs of her impending breakdown and decided to help. She taught Dreanne about the shadow world; a world of Ghosts, Vampires, Werewolves and other creatures, both vile and benevolent. A world that was only slightly offset from what everyone considered the real world, one that the mundane world had been convinced, did not exist. 

She had been told that some of the creatures could only watch the human world, some could cross over for a short time to explore, trade, or kill, whatever their pleasure, others slipped in and out of the worlds at will, to live, to feed, or to love whichever they chose. Humans were denied entrance from this realm with only a few exceptions ever being made; "They were not prepared for what they would see," is what she had been told. Some of the creatures, those that would be considered demons, had been exiled to this world and without specific spells, could never go back. Dreanne had been told that her love had been sacrificed in order for the demon to get back to this world. Now, after all this time and studying, she was going to go find the bastard that killed Max.

Dreanne let the robe fall, the cool autumn air prickled against her skin, drying up the thin sheath of sweat coating her naked body. The only thing she would wear for this spell was the knife sheath and knife she would need later. Her red hairCasting the circle as she had been taught, Dreanne then carved the symbols within, each at the cardinal points. By the time everything was as perfect as she could get it, there was only the fire to light. Three simple words spoke with focus and intent and the wood in the pile burst into flames, the scent of burning cedar relaxed her nerves enough to let her look around and admire the view of a night sky unmarred by electric lights. It was beautiful, millions of pinpoints lighting the sky on one side and the moon, large, full and bright lighting the other. Even in the midst of this wonderful sight, Dreanne had only one thought, revenge. She was going to enter into the Shadows, find Keegan and destroy him even if it killer her in the process

Resolve setting into her jaw, it was time to call the corners, but this was no normal calling, she was about to do something that had not been done in at least a thousand years. The words, simple as they were even when translated, contained a power that was so strong that parts of it had been spread across the globe to prevent anyone else from opening the doorway. She had learned that money while meaningless to her could get her anything and everything she needed, including all the pieces of a spell dismissed as ancient superstition. Now, as the far off church bells began to ring in midnight, superstition would become a reality again.

Throwing a handful of Sage into the fire, she began. "I call upon the keepers of the Northern barrier. Pull aside the curtain that hides the portal from human eyes!" A flash of flame and a circular void appeared in front of her, only discernible because it was darker than the night around her. A handful of Myrrh was next into the flames. "I call upon the keepers of the Eastern barrier. Seal the circle so that nothing enters this world." The flames flashed higher and brighter, then seemed to jump to the circle she had cast, illuminating it. Dreanne grabbed the last, hardest ingredient to come by; a piece of a creature from that world, a demon's fingernail. Obsidian black and razor sharp, the vileness emanating from it left no doubt as to its authenticity, she threw it into the fire. "I call upon the keepers of the Western barrier. Open the portal that you hold closed, and let me pass to find my enemy." The fire flared then changed to blue, awaiting the final part of the spell. 

Grabbing the silver knife in the sheath and slicing her palm, Dreanne let the blood well up until her cupped hand was full before throwing it to into the fire. "I call upon the keepers of the Western barrier. I ask that you protect me until I fulfill that which I came to do." The fire flared one last time and died, tendrils of smoke slowly billowed out wrapping themselves around her nude body. Within moments she was no longer naked. She walked out of the smoke to find that she was clothed in a body suit as gray as the smoke that it came from. Dreanne looked to the portal that began to swirl and she could hear a scream coming from it, getting closer.

She had expected feel something when she crossed over, but she didn't, no pain, no feeling of displacement, nothing. The only thing that told her she was no longer in the human world was that she was no longer in the field she had begun the spell in. She was now in a lush forest clearing the portal that she had come through gone now forever. But where was Keegan? Every part of the spell worked, he had to be here. 

Bursting through the canopy came a creature made of nightmares. A furless dog's head, skin the color of green rotting meat, and bat wings on a humanoid form, it landed on clawed feet in front of her. "You called, Witch?" The thing that could only be Keegan smiled at her then attacked. 

Though she had been prepared for it, the attack was vicious as she was thrown back, flying back ten feet and landing hard on the ground. As hard as the throw was, she should have been dead but her spell held true. Jumping back up she drew the silver knife she had used to cut herself and ran at him. Surprise flashed across Keegan's bestial face as she slashed his chest. 

"Bitch! Your little spells won't protect you for long here!" He grabbed for her and managed to catch a piece of her shirt and ripped. 

Dreanne stumbled back and fell to the ground. Standing over her, Keegan looked down and licked his lips. Realizing that the right side of her shirt had ripped open exposing her breast, Dreanne halfheartedly covered herself. "You won't win you know." 

"We'll see about that you Bastard" Dreanne replied as she slashed her knife along his thigh, eliciting a scream as he hopped back away from her. 

"Little cunt! When I get through with you I'm not going to let you die!" He ran forward again grabbing at the rest of her shirt and yanking it off. Leering down at her, he licked his lips again. "You'll be mine! I will fuck you in any way I wish! You should have been mine last time!" Dreanne gasped. "Oh yes, I remember you bitch. Mewling like a kitten while I pulled the heart out of your lover. You should have been mine that night!" Keegan thrust his hips forward. 

Dreanne couldn't help but watch as the smooth skin at his crotch parted and his cock inched out from it. She was horrified as his twelve inch erection ended in at the base with several small spikes meant to keep him inside of her for as long as he wished.

Keegan began to stroke himself as Dreanne scrambled to her feet. 

"Don't worry I won't put all of me in, not right away. Trust me though, you'll want more." 

Dreanne screamed and charged at Keegan. Laughing, the demon stepped aside and slashed her chest with his claws and also clipping her arm as she went past, knocking her blade from her hand. The silver knife went flying and Dreanne dropped to the ground again in pain. 

Keegan stepped over her. "What now wench" he laughed, grabbing himself again. "Why don't you just give up. Come on, I'll go easy on you, all you have to do is suck me tonight, then I'll let you rest." 

Tears in her eyes, Deanne scooted away from him and brought herself to her knees. "Go to hell you son of a bitch. I'd rather die." 

Keegan surged forward grabbing her and slamming her against a tree. This time it took her breath away. "Fine bitch, you'll die, but not until I have my way with you!" Grabbing her at the waist, he ripped off her remaining cloths turned her around and slammed her, chest first, into the tree again. Dreanne could feel his breath on her ear and his spittle on her shoulder as he growled, "Before I'm through, you'll wish you had given in!" 

Beaten she may have been, but she would never give up. Kicking backwards and up she connected with what she hoped were the same organs that any other man had. She wasn't disappointed. Keegan howled in rage and stumbled back. Dreanne leaped for her knife, grabbing hold of it just as he grabbed her hair. As the demon yanked back, she heard a scream and was suddenly released, dropping painfully to her knees again. 

Dreanne turned in time to see Keegan trying to stop the blood flowing from his crotch. She looked down to see most of his male member lying on the ground. Looking back up and following his gaze, she saw who had saved her and could only stare, not trusting what she saw but tears still forming in her eyes. There was her beloved Maxine sword in hand.

Keegan's face went from bestial to sheer terror, he had clearly not expected to see her again, which begged the question. Where had she been? "No, it isn't possible. You're dead!" 

Maxine smiled. "My dear Keegan you should know as well as I that you have to finish your kill. You only took my heart." 

Keegan groaned and fell to the ground, as Maxine approached Dreanne, eyes never leaving her enemy. "Since you were so woefully uneducated in how to kill a vampire, I've come to teach you what finishing a kill means." With that Maxine thrust her sword into his chest, the hilt slamming home. She followed by yanking the sword out and stepping behind to remove his head in a single fluid motion. Dreanne could only stare as Maxine cleaned her blade, sheathed it, picked up Keegan's head and threw it onto Keegan's chest. Speaking the same three words that Dreanne had done moments earlier, they watched as Keegan's body went up in flames.

Maxine finally walked up to Dreanne her black dress looking like a mixture of shadows and glass, glorious black hair accenting blood red lips and white skin. Dreanne tried to meet her lost love half way but only managed to stand before her head started spinning and she fell into the woman's arms. Maxine caught Dreanne before she fell, lifting her into her arms. Her cloak seemed to take on a life of its own as it covered her lover for the trip home.

Dreanne woke with a start. Had it all been a dream? The body close to her side and the soreness she felt I every fiber of her being told her it had not been a dream. 

I wanted to come back to you, I did. But there was nothing I could do." Maxine whispered. "Once we are killed on your side of the veil, we can't return for one hundred years. There's no getting around that, it takes us that long to build up the power we need to cross over. 

Dreanne turn around a little more to face Maxine. Caressing the side of her lovers face, she stopped her from talking more. "It doesn't matter. We're together again. That's all that matters. You can tell me everything later, including what being a vampire means. Right now I just want you." 

Dreanne leaned forward pressing her lips to Maxine's, needing to feel every part of her to be sure she was real. Despite being sore Dreanne, was the one that took charge, pushing Maxine onto her back and kissing her way down her lover's neck. Maxine's breath quickened with excitement, but Dreanne wasn't about to make this short. She had never thought to see her love again so she wanted to show just how much she had been missed. She worked her way back up to Maxine's lips, tasting the salt from their mixed tears of joy from being together again. Dreanne's hands moved from around Maxine's waist to cup underneath her breasts thumbs circling her areolas, eliciting a gasp. 

Dreanne's kissing brought her back down Maxine's neck then onto the soft mound of white where she nipped a little before closing her mouth firmly onto a nipple that her thumb had so gently been caressing to a point. A moan of pleasure escaped Maxine as she grabbed Dreanne by the back of her head, wanting to keep her there. Dreanne, for her part didn't want to move yet. Soon, her tongue and lips were driving Maxine into a frenzy bringing her to orgasm without touching anywhere else. As Maxine's shudders signaled the end of her first orgasm, Dreanna could not hold herself back any longer. She didn't rush, though she wanted to, as she moved her way down Maxine's orgasm taut stomach with her soft kisses. Dreanne's fingers found their way into Maxine's already soaked hole just as her tongue found the small nub of her clit. Her own moan of pleasure at tasting her lover drowned out Maxine's. She had longed for the sweet nectar that her tongue and fingers were drenched in. Dreanne had never dreamed that she could have an orgasm without being touched but the shear closeness of her lover again, coupled with the small cries now beginning to come from Maxine, she felt her first orgasm starting deep within her. Only seconds later they were screaming out, both beyond any kind of thought as they came together. 

Neither could move for what seemed for hours; Maxine on her back and Dreanne with her head resting on her lover's hip, hand caressing along Maxine' thigh. "I missed you so much," Dreanne whispered. 

"I missed you too. But you can't stay here, not unless.." 

"Do it," Dreanne replied. "There is nothing else for me over there, nothing that means anything to me at least. My family is gone. You are all that I have left now." 

Maxine could feel Dreanne's tears, warm on her cold body. "If that's what you want, who am I to argue, especially with something I want just as much." 

Dreanne lifted her head up, hope dawning in her eyes. "I can stay? What do I need to do?" 

"You need to do nothing," Maxine answered, pulling Dreanne back up to her face then slowly rolling her onto her back before kissing her. 

Dreanne felt her breath leave her body as Maxine's hands began to wander across her body, sliding over but never staying in a single place. Dreanne's body quickly became overwhelmed with pleasure as Maxine moved down her body, continuing to brush her hands everywhere but never pausing and never touching Dreanne in any other way until she finally reached her target. Lips closing over Dreanne's clit Maxine held her lover's hips down as Dreanne's back arched high. Keeping a grip on Dreanne's hips, Maxine slid her tongue into Dreanne's sweet pussy, drinking up everything she could and bringing her true love to the brink. 

Dreanne's hands came down to Maxine's head grabbing on and holding her down, trying to drive her deeper in, breath becoming ragged as her orgasm climbed to heights she had never known. 

Maxine listened to her lover, waiting for the right moment. Just as Dreanne's hands clenched down one final time, Maxine extended her teeth, sharp canines lengthening past the protection of the surrounding teeth. As Dreanne's orgasm struck, so did Maxine, piercing her lover's inner thigh with a more intimate penetration than any man could hope to achieve. 

Dreanne's breathing was finally slowing to normal, the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt finally coming to an end. She knew Maxine had bitten her but rather than take away from the pleasure, it had added to; sending her somewhere outside her own body for just a moment, but that moment she would never forget. 

Still slightly delirious, Dreanne became aware of her body being drained. Soon she was light headed from the blood loss and not the orgasm, but she trusted her lover, everything would be fine. Just as her sight was beginning to go black, Dreanne felt something warm and wet drop to her lips. Licking it off, she felt new life and power surge through her. Enough power that when Maxine offered her wrist, she took it, drinking in everything that she could, letting the power flow through her, change her. Within moments she was no longer human, she was more. She felt Maxine withdraw her hand, just as she began to feel sated. Sated and tired. Trying to hold her eyes open for just a little longer. "I love you Max." 

"I love you to sweetheart," Maxine answered back laying down next to her. "And when you wake up. We'll be together forever." 

Dreanne smiled as she let sleep finally take her.



The Lifting



Basking in the glory of pleasures with which we met the dawn, your breaths became slower and deeper as you melted into Egyptian cotton covering the lofty feather bed. The down comforter floated across our bare flesh, lightly teasing my pulsing thoughts to savor every sensation I could possibly capture in the quiet sounds of the morning.

Rhythmic heat flooded any concentrated effort toward slumber. Peacefully sedated, you were unknowingly at my mercy as I nuzzled closer against your warm side. Bare body parts found their places: The smoothness of my inner thigh clinging to yours; my calf resting on soft hair of your shin; toes comfortably intertwined. I tossed my arm across your chest. Cupping your chin with my hand, I gently pulled your face toward me in order to inhale my own scent still sticky on your face.

My other arm insisted on staying pleasantly immobilized between our hips. My fingers lingered on the threshold of my own moist folds as my mind and body united in understanding, embracing each intensifying movement before approaching the next. Making an arguable attempt to enjoy the incongruous solitude of secret pleasure, I simultaneously advanced toward a more desperate exploration to which it rather excited me to imagine your response should you awaken in the midst of the event. 

I taunted my opening with the tip of my index finger, allowing a flat portion of my wrist to press firmly against my alert and wanting clit. My swollen lips welcomed each flicker and thrust I offered. In the stillness around me, I was re-awakening from within, mesmerized with the passion of attending to my personal sanctuary in your oblivious dreaming presence. 

My folds grew thicker, the stickiness warmer and wetter. The gentle prodding and pressing was no longer enough. I had to grasp my lips harder, firmer, even pinching them in delight. I grabbed at myself, thrusting multiple fingers in to play together in perfect harmony while my palm jiggled faster and harder against the haven of nub. 

Sweetly agonized, I controlled the rising pressure of desire as my fountain spewed in waves of heat and ecstasy. With face askew I squirmed against my hand - begging for mercy as much as for more - teasing myself to a higher plain. Holding back, then quickly turning the volume up yet another digit or sometimes several at a time to continue the gorgeous journey of self pleasure. 

I turned fully on my back, close still enough to feel the heat of your body, yet freeing both hands to satiate the insane pleasure. I tensed often, slapping, patting, flicking. I muffled my gasps, intent to take it as far as I could for as long as I could.

In the hazy shadows of the dawn, colors within every cell of my being transformed together in a choreographed dance. Quenched, I entered my dream breathing slow and deep. I covered my shaven mound with still fingers, a fine smile of satisfaction plastered across my entire body.

The Dream: The ordinary mirrored doors were extraordinary in that in the course of making love in a strange bedroom we rather enjoyed the position from which we could watch our bodies banging and embracing from across the room. We saw extensions of the whole, pieces to which we could look just inches to breathe in and capture as much as grab from afar and reclaim. The mirror, along with Karaoke feelings and the unfinished marble threshold in the remodeled bathroom, became the theme from which this dream unfolded. 

Imagine a room with rounded, mirrored walls. Reflections extend infinitely outside the circle, echoing in waves from the center. The floor is gleaming white marble, solidly anchoring the panoramic view, as well as the mirrored ceiling from above. This room is magically lit, warm daylight creeping in from beyond the range of the mirrors. 

Sensual non-human shadows lurk near stone pillars of various heights. Many different sizes of light colored furs are strewn across the marble, falling perfectly and providing safety in the mystery of this unfamiliar place. These sensual non-gendered beings are in place, anxiously awaiting but untouchable. There is a sense of excitement to know that they exist solely to observe. They are The Watchers.

Suddenly, I am the music in an orchestra of arms and hands, The Lifters. This is their mission, to lift me above. Upper torsos, both male and female all bear a striking resemblance to you, as though the musicians are the many different parts of your makeup. The whole of you is right below me, conducting with perfect timing so that The Lifters sway in unity, lifting their arms with fluent grace, lifting my weightless body above as if in worship. 

My senses are heightened. I see, hear, feel, smell, and even understand everything at once, drinking in it in. Endless reflections surround me. A crazy sexiness flows in and through my body. The room is infused with the fresh culmination of our cum. Sensual undertones, sexy overtones, and soft whispers of arms brushing against each other as I dance across fingertips. The Watchers and The Lifters sing without words, lulling me into a trance. 

I am sitting with my legs crossed in front of me, completely naked and aware that as I flow gracefully across The Lifters they are preparing me. The Lifters sing toward my openings, warm breaths easing in, overlapping. The Lifters begin to finger me, taste me, and I am wet with desire. 

In a fluid united movement, I am taken right up against a portion of the curved mirrored wall. The Watchers wait breathlessly in anticipation. I stretch my legs out in front of me toward the mirror, and there is a murmur below me as I part my thighs and press my legs open, painted red toes against the wall. Open for all to see. I like to look, and I spend some time here enjoying looking, and soon The Lifters are reaching for me. 

Those who are nearest touch me: the crack of my ass; the flesh of my buttocks, the openings nearest are fingered and licked, and I encourage it, I show The Lifters what I like. They finger me more, lick me, pinch me, spank me and kiss my skin. 

The pleasant weight presses me closer to the wall, forcing my knees to bend as my pussy presses against the mirror and leaves a mark. I bring my legs together in front of me on the wall, my bottom and legs pressed vertically as I continue to be lifted and passed along the curve of the round mirrored room, a full circle among safe arms as I smear the walls with my pussy juice. 

I am flexible and fluid. I am guided to crawl my ass further up the wall as my back stretches comfortably and my legs begin to fold over my head. I bend my legs just enough to get them below the level of my head. My slit is wide open, my pussy an offering. I feel a thunderous bass beat below me, inside of me, above me, growing louder and louder as I am passed around the circle of Lifters. This position is the key, this wide open pussy begging you to pleasure me. I am touched, I am teased. I am slippery and cannot tell what is being used to bring such ecstasy, only that I want it to never end. 

The thunder grows stronger. The rhythmic beat grows steadier, beats faster. Body parts are pleasuring me all at once. My clit is being pressed and licked and rubbed. My slit is a cave of rolling pink flesh searching for everything at one time. I take in the sights and sounds and smells as I accept flesh of all kinds. 

I take in pressure and points and parts I cannot tell of how they go together in the whole. I only want it to go on and on and just when I can't imagine it getting any better, I am touched in a place just right, or I am touched stronger or softer, or a smell or taste is offered to take me to another plane.

I am taken to one orgasmic level to the next and to the next, and I am screaming with pleasure, begging for it to take me again and again. I am squirming and squirting and juicing and I squeeze my breasts, pinch my nipples, my head falling back against The Lifters. My mouth is salivating with desire, my inner cheeks swelling, my tongue tensing and I am taking in flesh of all sorts, fluid flesh, sticky with the smell of desire, I am nibbling on folds and a cuisine of sex flavors.

I engulf the head of your cock with my mouth, teasing the ridge as I swirl my tongue around its ledge. I take you in further, to the back of my throat which seems extremely pleasant to do in this semi-upside-down position. I stroke you with my hands as I continue to be pumped in the mouth. A hand stays with your head as I work your balls, tea-bagging them and suckling on the texture, gentle but passionately taking a side into my mouth, then the other. 

My hand continues to stroke you, working the whole length of your shaft, toward the deep front pocket above your balls, feeling you on the underside of your sweet sacs, the root being stroked from end to end. I rub a generously lubed hand against the outer pucker of your sweet ass button. My thumb rubs the space between your balls and ass, I tease you just a bit, wanting your hardness inside of my own folds, prepared and ready to receive you. I want your hardness inside, I want to have it all. I want every position, every body part, every pace, and every intensity all at once. 

You have now become separate from the whole of The Lifters, and you are crowned and lifted up to me by taller Lifters, who carry you to enter me. You are placed above me, and all Lifters work together to let us unite. We do not weigh anything, yet we have the perfect amount of pressure to work the beat together. 

The thunder grows. The beat is growing again. My pussy is clamping on your shaft in a beat of its own. I can reach your balls, behind them stroking you and pressing and enticing all the right places. We are drenched with passion, lifted above to each experience the other's gifts. 

I feel you tense. I feel everything that happens to you from head to foot as you shoot strong heavy loads of your cum inside of me. I want to taste it, and briefly move for you to load my throat. I swallow, I spit, and I rub it all over every inch of my body.

You enter me again, and that is it for me: I explode with your gorgeously rock hard cock inside of me, our fingers, Lifters' fingers, tongues, all body parts imaginable interchanging with each other, spurting and gasping for breath. 

The grand finale of the orchestra pulls tightly together toward one final zenith: The fluttering shrill of a flute; an earthy beckoning call of a bassoon; and then, the clash of symbols...Bang! Again, bang! 

We catch our breaths; peace of the cello surrounds us. The mirrors fade away. The Watchers look away. After we our intertwined glistening bodies are gently placed on the white fur throw, The Lifters fade. The marble melts into streams, then lakes, flowing out into the vast ocean with gentle waves.