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The Elevator

By: Sean Matthews



Finally, after talking on line for what seemed like forever, we were finally going to meet in person. I hoped I would meet your expectations of me. I really loved writing my stories for you. From what you told me, you enjoyed reading them. Now it was time for us to meet and see where we could take our relationship.

You meet me at the airport, holding up a sign that simply said, "Sean". Something told me that was you, even before I saw the sign. There was radiance in your face that was unmistakable. My Gawd, you are even more beautiful than I imagined. My eyes soaked in your body, starting at your open toed heels revealing red, perfectly manicured toenails. Traveling up to your ankles, I noticed slim, firm calves and knees unencumbered by hose. Seeing you was enough to get me going. Seeing so much of your body nude nearly pushed me over the edge. I finally saw the hem of your short skirt at the mid point of your thigh. Damn, I thought. I guess you wouldn't have come to the airport naked. I laughed at myself for what I was thinking.

The light summer dress you wore showed the outlines of your thighs silhouetted through the thin cloth as I looked at your body through the bright lights of the airport. Traveling up your body to your full, taut breasts, I thought I was in heaven. Finally, your face had a look of anticipation, looking for me through the crowd of hugs and welcomes that happen at the gates.

I walked up to you and smiled. "Looking for anyone special?"

"Sean?" Your eyes lit up and you threw your arms around my neck. Your embrace covered my entire body, making it VERY difficult to hide my excitement at seeing you in person for the first time. I had anticipated this moment for so long, I felt awkward. I REALLY felt like taking you into my arms and crushing your lips with mine, but I didn't want to come on too strong and scare you off. I had seen an angel and wanted to make her mine. I risked a quick peck on the cheek and returned your hug with a lighter one of my own. You looked at me quizzically, but accepted my shyness with a grasp of my hand, leading me toward the baggage pickup.

You began to fill the silence as we waited for my bags with the tales of the day. I noticed you took every opportunity to place your very hot body in close proximity to mine. A cuddle here, a sweep of your hand over my back there. At one point, I ventured my hand to your waist, just as I saw my back come around the carousel. I hurriedly picked up my bag and we went to your car to travel to my hotel. I had traveled there for business and had my company picking up the tab in a very nice hotel. "All the better to seduce you with, my dear" was my original thought. It was late evening by the time I arrived in town and I asked you if it was OK if I took a shower before we went out to our first dinner together. Plus, I would have to change from the jeans and t-shirt I traveled in to something more appropriate for dining with a beauty like you.

As we entered my room, I laid my bag at the foot of the bed and opened it up to get some fresh clothes to change in to. As I pulled out some fresh clothes, You took notice of a pair of boxers I thought I had hidden on the side of my bag. They were my lucky Winnie the Pooh boxers. The ones I always wear when I have to give a briefing. The thought of having those underwear on in front of all those people made me relax and not take myself so seriously. You grabbed the briefs I had chosen out of my hand and asked me to wear the boxers, saying they "Turned you on." I blushed, but took the boxers anyway.

I took my clothes into the bathroom, not wanting to seem presumptuous and dress in front of you. As I undressed, I thought of the vision sitting on my bed and my cock was instantly hard. I hoped a cold shower would help control my lust, but it did little to "dampen" my feelings. For a short time, I fantasized about coming out of the bathroom, sans towel, presenting myself to you in all my glory. I laughed and quickly finished my shower. I didn't want to keep you waiting.

I quickly dried off, gave myself a fresh shave, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I put on some Calvin One to accentuate the green slacks, white shirt and Winnie the Pooh tie that matched the boxers you talked me into wearing. If I can't have fun and be myself with you, I thought, I couldn't be myself with anyone.

As I sat on the bed next to you too put on my shoes, I felt your eyes on me. I liked that feeling. It was the feeling that you appreciated my efforts to make myself look good for you. "I want to take you to my favorite Japanese restaurant." You told me as I finished tying my shoes. I allowed you to walk to the door in front of me, forgetting my manners in order to get a quick look at your incredible ass. We walked to the elevator, because there was no way I wanted to walk down 20 flights of stairs. I wanted to get sweaty with you in an entirely different way. We entered the empty elevator and giggled as we both tried to push the button to get us to the lobby at the same time. "This is really nice," you said. "This glass elevator gives you a view of all of downtown. Everyone looks so small." You said as we held hands at the edge of the glass. Suddenly, the elevator stopped with a jolt, throwing your body against mine roughly. As I tried to cushion the blow, I put my hand up quickly, accidentally placing my hand on your full breast. You smiled as I quickly removed my hand and blushed. You reached up to give me a quick kiss on my lips, keeping me from apologizing. After a moment of looking into each other's eyes, I began to wonder what happened.

Although I wanted to stay there with my body pressed firmly against mine, I went to the emergency telephone and asked the person who answered if there was a problem. The answer I got was that they were having trouble with this elevator and it usually took no more than an hour to fix. "Great!" I thought. "Here I am trying to impress you and we get stuck in an elevator." You seem to make the most of the view, looking down at the people walking to their dinner dates. I look down jealously, but then my attentions turn to you. I decide to take a chance. "You know, you REALLY look great. No matter how nice I thought you would look, it couldn't compare to you in person."

You returned with a smile and a thank you. That made me relax and enjoy the time we were having right now. I caressed the side of your face and tilted my head, leaning forward to finally kiss you properly. Your lips slightly parted in anticipation of the kiss. Mmmmmmmm. I pulled your face close to mine with both hands, tentatively exploring your mouth with my tongue. I let my hands fall from your face to softly caress your bare shoulders and down to the small of your back. Your return kiss gave me the courage to explore your body with my hands. I ran my hands up and down the length of your back without letting go of our kiss. Pulling you closer, I feel your breasts crushed against my chest. I could swear I feel the points of your nipples poking my skin through my shirt. My hands drop down to your tight ass and you begin to grind your hips against mine.

I finally break our kiss without letting go of my grip on your body, saying, "I can't tell you how long I've waited for this." The look in your eyes is all the answer you give me, but the look was unmistakable lust. I once again kiss you, but quickly this time as I have something else in mind. I quickly look to see if anyone can see us through the glass and decided the likelihood of getting caught was slim. I pull my body away from yours and pull your spaghetti straps for your shoulders. The entire dress fell to the ground, leaving you entirely nude. Oh, My Gawd! You were completely nude under your dress! I take a moment to drink in your body. I was right, your nipples were burning a hole in my chest from the way they are sticking out now. I figure if you can reveal yourself to me, the least I can do is return the favor. I undress slowly, hoping to entertain you while keeping my excitement in check. As each piece of my clothing fell, you rubbed your hands over your body. You explored your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples.

I finally complete my undressing. You notice my hardness and you place your hand on my cock. Your silky skin touching my cock made me jump with excitement. I watch as you get onto your knees and blow your hot breath on my stiff pole. My hands are running through your hair as you kiss the head of my cock. Your mouth parted and you took my entire length into your mouth. Your hand drop to my balls and you gently squeeze them. The feeling of your mouth on me and the anticipation of our meeting are too much for me. My body begins to convulse and I empty my seed into your mouth. You continue to suck my cock through all my thrusts and stroke it with your hand as you swallow my jizz. I gently push your shoulders down to the floor of the elevator.

I kiss your face and your neck, stopping to pay attention to the spot under your ear. As my mouth stays busy, so do my hands. My hands travel over your body, paying close attention to your breasts and flat stomach. My lips travel from your neck to rain kisses on your upper body. As my lips get lower, so do my hands until you feel my mouth on your belly button and my hands on your sensitive inner thighs. You raise your knees in hopes that gravity will pull my hands to your pussy. As tempting as that would be to me, I tease you despite our time and place constraints. I run my hand down one thigh, skipping over your wetness to run my hand up the other thigh. I move my body around so my face is between your knees. I kiss my way down the sensitive flesh to stop short of your hairless pussy. "You pulled out all the stops, didn't you?" Your only response is a moan as I flick the tip of my tongue to the drops of your juice along your outer lips.

I once again think about where we are and decide not to tease you. I plunge my tongue into your wetness and feel your legs clamp around my face. "I must be doing something right." I think to myself. I run my tongue up and down your slit, finally settling on your clit. Once there, I open my lips and begin to suck your clit. That seems to be too much for you and you begin to thrust your hips up to meet my mouth. You grab the back of my head and move my head from side trying to keep up with your movements is almost more than I can handle, but I keep up. You thrust again and again against my sucking mouth until the ride is over. Satisfied for a moment, you release my hair and lie back. I pull myself up to your side and kiss you deeply. As I move up your body, you notice my still hard cock against your hip and smile broadly.

"Time for some REAL fun now." You flip me onto my back and grab my cock in your hand. Raising over my body, you guide my cock to your soaking hole. Not waiting for any other preliminaries, you lower yourself forcefully down on my hardness and instantly begin rock against my pelvic bone. You don't bother with any "In and Out" motions, concentrating on grinding your pussy from side to side against me. After a few minutes of that pleasure, I decide it's time for me to take charge. I roll you over onto your back and lift your ankles over my shoulders without pulling out of your pussy. I grab your hands and pull them down to your sides so they are under your ass. I use the leverage of pulling your hands and your legs over my shoulders to ram my cock deeper and deeper into your pussy. You begin to shake your head from side to side. I watch the beautiful dance of your tits as I plunge into your depths. You begin to get that wonderful look of a woman who is about to cum and none too soon. I feel the pressure of a dam about to burst in my balls.

I let go of your hands and let your legs fall from my shoulders. I lay on your body and your automatically wrap your legs around my lower back and your arms around the back of my neck. I begin pushing further and further into your body in an attempt to dominate you and control my desire to fire my load into your depths. Finally I lose control of my ecstasy just as I feel your grip on my cock tighten. We are cumming together. My hips begin to fire sporadically into your waiting pussy. I feel you gripping me at the three points, neck, back and pussy, harder as I kiss you again.

At some point, we begin to regain our breath and we hear the phone ring. I am exhausted and roll of your body. You reach up and answer the phone. The voice at the other end says, "Ma'am, you may want to get dressed. The elevator has been repaired."

Your mouth drops and you manage to stutter, "How did you know we are undressed?"

"Ma'am, we have been watching through the security camera and I must say that was the most entertaining show we have EVER seen."

The Elevator



I work for Acme Consolidated International, in a tall building in downtown Chicago. I'm a middle manager, which means I take shit all day for a living. Today is no different. I get on the elevator on the 4th floor, headed for the 18th floor, where I have to deliver some papers to my boss. 

The elevator stops on the 9th floor. The doors open. You get in. I've seen you around before, but don't know you, except that all eyes turn when you walk by. You are HOT. You are wearing a close fitting business suit that accentuates your magnificent body. Dangly earrings, and high heals complete the picture. Your hair hangs to your shoulders, with wisps cascading in different directions. You don't even notice me, as you turn around and press 24.

We assume normal elevator positions, facing forward, pretending we don't know the other exists. Somewhere around the 12th floor, there is a grinding sound, and the elevator comes to a halt. We both rock a little, and grab the walls for support. 

"Shit," I say. "Just what we need." 

"I second that," you say. 

We look at each other briefly, then turn away. You put your briefcase down on the floor, and sigh.

A minute later someone above us calls down "are you OK?" 

"Yes," I yell back, "but it's getting hot in here." 

"How many of you are in the elevator?" 

"Two" I say, "How long will it take?" 

He says, "We know what's wrong, as it's happened before. It'll take about an hour. I'm sorry." 

"Hey", I yell, "It's not your fault. Just get us out of here as quickly as you can." 

"Will do," I hear.

"Damn, now what?" I say as I turn to you. 

You actually really look at me for the first time and say "It's really hot in here, I'm taking off my jacket. You should too." 

We do. I can't help staring at your perfect breasts and I am caught. You smile. I can't tell if it's a mischievous smile or not, but it is definitely a gorgeous smile. 

You say "They're real, and they're spectacular." 

I laugh and say "Oh, a fellow Seinfeld fan. Run away with me." 

You say "I would, but we're stuck in an elevator." 

"No matter," I say, " we can use our imaginations." 

This flirting seems to be going well.

You say "Let's play a game to pass the time." 

"OK let's play Rock, Paper, Scissors." 

You laugh. Then you say, "I was thinking more along the lines of Doctor. And I get to be the doctor." 

I respond "well, it just so happens that I'm due for my annual exam. Maybe you can save me a trip." 

At this point it's pretty clear where this is going, and I am getting hard, and it's difficult to conceal.

You walk over to me and say "it seems that you have a problem here" and you touch the front of my pants. 

"May I examine you there first?" 

"Of course. You're the doctor."

You unzip my fly, and reach in. You find my boxers, and reach into the front of them. You take hold of my cock, and pull it out of the front of my pants. It is hard and sticking out at a 30 degree angle above horizontal. You don't look at it, but you surround it with your hand. 

"Hmm" you say as you stare into my eyes, "this seems to be where you may have an abnormal condition. Shall I treat it?" 

I say "by all means."

You drop to your knees and examine the problem. You touch the end of my cock with your tongue, and lick around the glans. You take it into your mouth, but only about an inch. You suck a bit, and circle the glans with your tongue. Then you abruptly plunge your mouth all the way down, and my cock goes in to the hilt. I moan. You move in and out on me until my legs are shaking a bit, and then you remove your mouth.

"It's getting even hotter in here. I think we should remove some more clothing."

We look at each other, and grin. We both start to rip off our own clothes, and within a minute we are both quite naked. 

"Yes indeed," I say "they ARE real, and they ARE spectacular." 

You giggle.

I walk up to you and push you against the wall. We stare into each other's eyes. You spread your legs, and raise your right leg off the floor a bit. I put my cock up against your pussy, and rub until I am covered with lubrication. I then point the tip right at your clit and massage it. You start to moan yourself. I rub your clit with my cock some more, while kneading your breasts with my right hand, holding us up on the wall with my left. 

We're both quite turned on by now, when a voice from above yells "are you OK down there?"

We both make a mischievous face at each other. 

I yell back "fine for now, but it's damn hot. How much longer?" 

"Well, we're close to finished. About 10 more minutes". 

"Thanks," I yell. 

You whisper in my ear "I think WE might be close to finished, too." 

I look you in the eyes, stick out my tongue, lick your lips all around, and plunge my cock into you. You gasp. I move in and out slowly, and then more forcefully. You stare at me as long as you can, then close your eyes. I can feel your legs get weak. I plunge harder. 

I am getting close, and I can tell you are too. A final couple of ins and outs, and you and I both come like volcanoes. It's all we can do to keep from screaming. But staying quiet just enhances the orgasm for both of us. 

I stay inside you for a bit, and then pull out. You are dripping down your leg. I go over to my pants, remove my handkerchief, and hand it to you. 

"I am nothing if not chivalrous," I say. 

"Well thank you, sir knight. That was an excellent exam, and I pronounce you healthy. Would you like to schedule a follow-up?" 

"Indeed I would. Shall we discuss it over drinks after work?" 

"That works for me," you say.

We know time is limited, so you wipe yourself down, and we both rapidly get dressed. 

"What should I do with the handkerchief?" 

"Leave it in the corner. It might start some interesting rumors."

We are now fully clothed and ready to go back to work. You pick up your briefcase just as the elevator starts again. We both face forward and resume our proper elevator positions. Until later. 



The Elevator



It had been a rotten day. The train had broken down and Cynthia had been late for work. The carriage had been packed, the air conditioner broke down when the train did, and they had all sweltered. 

Naturally her boss blamed her and told her she'd have to work late to make up the lost time. She could type up the annual report for him. The draft was on the computer with cross references to all the graphs and photos that had to be inserted.

So Cynthia worked over-time, getting that blasted report ready. She knew that her boss would pay her for the extra time over what she had to make up but she still felt it was a bit of an imposition. And if she dared to complain her boss would look surprised and point out that it is part of your duties, you know.

So Cynthia worked on the report that afternoon. She stopped for a short dinner break and then back to it. Murphy was running loose, of course. Any time something has to be done, out pops Murphy like an evil little leprechaun. 

For three hours after dinner Cynthia worked on that report. She was the last person in the office, possibly the whole building for all she knew. Even the cleaners had been and gone. Now, finally done, she was heading homeward. 

Scooting down the corridor she smiled to see the lift waiting, doors open. She was only a few yards away when Murphy popped up. The lift doors started to slide smoothly together.

"The hell you going without me," yipped Cynthia and sprinted to jump between the closing doors.

She nearly made it. Halfway in and the doors collided with her, knocking her purse to the floor and catching her around the waist and pinning her there, half in and half out the lift. She waited for the doors to react to her presence and pop open, freeing her. It didn't happen.

"This can't be happening," groaned Cynthia.

She pushed at the doors and got no response. The way she was pinned she could get no leverage against either door. Neither could she quite reach the buttons on the wall, although they were tantalisingly close. She stared at her purse, holding a phone she couldn't reach.

She just didn't believe this. How can you get trapped half-way into an elevator? Trapped in one, yes, or unable to get one at all, these she could understand. But to be trapped half-in, half-out because the door jammed on you? Where were the bloody safeguards when you needed them?

She tried yelling for help. Great. She was yelling at an empty elevator and the sound outside the elevator was probably muffled. She was stuck until someone came past. Surely security people wandered around the building every once on a while. She'd have to wait for one of them.

Time passes slowly when you're trapped in an elevator. In Cynthia's considered opinion, it passes even more slowly when you're trapped half in the elevator.

The sound of footsteps was music to her ears.

"Hullo," she called, "I need help."

The footsteps stopped behind her.

"I say," said a voice. "Pardon me for intruding but are you by any chance in need of some assistance?"

For Cynthia, the temptation to say no, this is the way I meditate, was almost irresistible, but anyone dumb enough to ask that sort of question might just believe her and leave her there.

"Um, yes, please," she said meekly. "The doors have trapped me and I can't get loose."

"Ah, yes, I see. I know this is not the place for formal introductions but I'm Robert. Robert Worthington-Smythe, actually."

"How do you do, Robert? Ah, I'm Cynthia. Do you think you can help me get out of here? I seem to have been here for ages."

"Yes, I suppose you have. It's really quite late you know. And I can see you've been struggling quite a bit."

"Like I wouldn't struggle to get out of these bloody doors?" Cynthia thought. "What are you? A moron? Just get the doors open." 

"Ah, how do you know I've been struggling?" she asked. "And do you think you can get these doors open?"

"Why, it's obvious you've been wriggling about," came the polite reply. "Your skirt has ridden up showing, forgive me for mentioning it, your panties. 

Not that there's anything wrong with that," Robert added hastily. "They're very nice panties, I assure you."

"Ah, thank you. The doors?"

"Oh, yes, the doors. Don't worry. They're not going anywhere. There's plenty of time to get you loose. Perhaps I shouldn't mention this, but I notice that you have a fine pair of legs. And you don't wear those awful pantihose things that so many girls do. A very fine pair of legs indeed."

To Cynthia's horror a hand ran up the inside of her leg, starting at her ankle and continuing to the top of her leg. It brushed her panties and travelled back down the other leg.

"Do you mind?" she gasped. "I would like you to just get these doors off me. I want to go home."

"All in good time," said Robert. "When one finds legs as fine as these it's only polite to pay a little attention to them. I would be remiss if I didn't congratulate you on having such a fine pair."

Things were not going the way she wanted them to, and Cynthia was starting to suspect that they might be getting worse any moment.

Her suspicions became fact as she felt her panties being slipped off.

"Cut it out, will you?" Cynthia screamed, most of her voice being lost in the lift.

"Just take it easy and relax a little. I was just checking to see if your bottom is as fine as your legs, and I have to admit that it is. And might I complement you on having such a fine mound?"

Cynthia tried to squirm as hands ran gently over her bottom and stroked along her pussy, finally cupping it and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Will you stop touching me and get me out of these damned doors," Cynthia almost wept. "You can play touchy-feely after I'm free. Not before."

"Ah, I'm terribly sorry if you think I'm doing you an injustice, but I feel that if I do free you from the doors you would probably decide not to go on with any touchy-feely as you so quaintly phrase it.

A body as fine as yours should be honoured by any man who sees it and what finer honour could be paid than to use it in the way nature intended?

Just relax and I'll take care of everything."

There was nothing that Cynthia could do but wriggle and squirm a little while screaming bloodthirsty threats into an empty lift. All of which was politely overlooked by Robert as he took his time preparing Cynthia for his coming honouring of her body.

Robert ran his hands up and down her legs, with Cynthia quivering slightly at his gentle touch. He lightly ran his fingers across her bottom and it seemed to her he was leaving little trails of fire behind him. He scratched lightly along her lips, easing them apart.

To her intense frustration, Cynthia even found Robert apologising before spreading her lips and slipping a couple of fingers inside her. And all the time he touched and teased he talked, telling her what a fine body she had, how delightful, how responsive.

To Cynthia's chagrin all the touchy-feely as she named it was having an effect. She was wet. She couldn't prevent it. And she was hot and excited, even her anger seeming to add to the excitement. And she knew that all this was merely the preliminaries.

"Excuse me," murmured Robert. "I'm about to worship your body with mine now. Do let me know if I'm moving too fast to start with."

Cynthia's protested, knowing that it was useless but feeling better for having said it. A soothing reply to her protest telling her not to worry, everything would be fine, did not do anything for her peace of mine.

The fatal moment came and Cynthia could feel her lips being eased apart. It seemed to her that Robert was stretching them a lot further apart than actually required. Then there was pressure between her lips and Cynthia's eyes opened wide.

Her thinking switched tracks in an instant. Instead of Robert stretching her lips too far she was now suspecting that he hadn't stretched her enough. What the hell was he putting in her? It couldn't be a cock.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" she wailed.

"Just relax and let it come," Robert told her. "You'll find that a body as fine as yours will adapt to a little penis like mine quite well. You're probably just not used to judging the size of a man's erection yet and think it bigger than it is."

Cynthia gasped with each little increment of Robert's cock as he eased it slowly into her. She found herself thanking god that he was moving so slowly. Pushing something like that in without warning would probably have split her in two.

Slowly Robert advanced and Cynthia could feel herself stretching and expanding to contain him. Robert, she decided, must be used to the way women react to him. That's why he starts off so slowly. He probably had to learn after he killed the first couple of girls he stabbed with that thing.

Finally Cynthia could feel Robert's hairy crotch pressed hard against her pussy. He was sheathed inside her and she still lived. She gave a little groan of relief.

"I'm sorry," Robert murmured to her. "If you want more you're out of luck. That's all I've got. I will endeavour to please you with it."

Want more? She was full to the gills with cock. Her whole world seemed to be a man's giant cock and he was apologising for not having more? What the fuck did this idiot consider to be a big cock?

Now Robert started to move in her, sliding slowly in and out, tantalising, teasing and tormenting. Slowly he would withdraw and slowly return, while Cynthia's body was crying out for faster action. She was squealing, wanting him to come in harder, wanting him to really pleasure her, and Robert continued in his own slow fashion.

Cynthia was helpless. Trapped the way she was all she could do was stand there while Robert did all the work. She couldn't push against him to make him hit her harder. She could only wait while he took his pleasure. His slow, slow pleasure.

Cynthia groaned and yielded.

"Faster. Can you please go faster?"

"No, certainly not," came the quick reply. "One must take one's time when honouring a figure as fine as yours."

What followed was an exquisite nightmare for Cynthia. Waves of pleasure flowed through her, emanating from what felt like a burning brand rubbing against her most sensitive flesh, but the pleasure was always a promise of more to come. And the more wasn't eventuating. 

Robert went on and on, thoroughly enjoying himself, and all Cynthia's pleas for a more vigorous loving were ignored.

Cynthia was in a daze of pleasure. Never had she been honoured so thoroughly, but she wanted, needed, more. She needed that last little bit that would kick her over the edge and she was fearful that Robert was eventually going to finish without taking her there.

Finally Robert was speaking to her again.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but this is about as long as I can last. I'm going to have to let loose now."

With that Robert gave a tremendous thrust and started hammering Cynthia as hard and as fast as she could possibly wish for. She shrieked, her climax not waiting but rushing over her at that first powerful lunge. She shuddered and shook, feeling Robert ejaculating within her, filling her with his seed.

She stood there gasping, little aftershocks running through her, feeling Robert pulling away from her. She fancied she could hear a little pop as he pulled clear, like a cork coming out of a bottle.

"Now you want to get loose from these doors, you said," said Robert, considering the situation. "That should be no problem."

Cynthia sensed him crouching down behind her and then a long arm reached out and picked up her purse. She heard him open it and then give a happy chuckle. 

"Just as I thought," said Robert. "You have a phone in here."

He passed the phone over her shoulder and Cynthia took it, disbelieving.

"There you are," he said. "Just call emergency services. They'll be around in a jiffy to get you free."

He gave Cynthia a friendly swat on the bottom and walked away, opening the stairwell and vanishing inside.

Cynthia looked at the phone. She was supposed to ring emergency services and have them come around and get her loose? With her dress tucked round her waist and her panties around her ankles? But if she didn't call she could be here all night and she'd still be standing there with no panties in the morning. But who else could she call? 

Slowly Cynthia started pushing the buttons.



The Elevator



You're alone in the elevator when I enter. At this late hour of the day, we are only two of very few left in the building. The building being watched only by a lone lazy overweight security guard, who would only leave his desk for the promise of a fresh doughnut.

Knowing this, I look in your eyes as I press the emergency stop button. Knowing what's about to happen, you feel the heat building between your thighs, your breath gets shallow and rapid. I sense your excitement as I move close. Touching the side of your face lightly with the backs of my fingers. Lightly brushing aside stray strands of hair. Moving closer I kiss you deeply parting your lips with my tongue. My arm slides around your waist, my hand in the small of your back, I pull you in close. I feel you almost melt in my arms.

I press you against the back wall of the elevator and continue kissing you deeply, teasing your tongue with mine. My hands move up your sides, up your arms to your shoulders. My left hand around the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. My right hand gliding lightly down to your chest. I feel your nipple harden against the palm of my hand, gently I cup and squeeze your breast. Your body shudders a little and a small moan escapes our kiss. 

Slowly my hand descends until reaching the front of your skirt. Slipping under your skirt, my hand moves up the inside of your thigh, lightly caressing your skin. Moving up to your center, slowly slipping inside your panties. My fingers parting your folds in search of your opening. Feeling your moist heat, my finger slowly slips inside you. Your hips push forward wanting me deeper in you. Sliding deeper in, your breathing changes, getting deeper mixed with moans of pleasure. Slowly I sink to my knees in front of you, my mouth lightly biting your nipple, through your blouse, on my decent to my target. Both hands under your skirt, slowly pulling your panties down over your thighs until you finally step out of them. They are immediately stowed away in your purse. 

Kissing my way up the inside of your thighs, you slowly spread your legs in anticipation of what is to come. My tongue running lightly over your folds, finding your opening it plunges deep inside you. Your hands gripping my head, you pull me in trying to get me deeper as another moan escapes your lips. Pulling back, I find your clit and begin encircling it with my tongue before plunging deeply into you once again. I feel your legs shaking, I know you are close. 

Slowly standing up, almost climbing your body, I kiss you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself on my lips. Slowly I turn you in my arms, until you are facing the mirrored back wall of the elevator. Slowly lifting your skirt over your hips, exposing your glorious ass. Freeing my erect, now hard self from my pants, I slide it between your thighs. You spread your legs and back into me. Running the head lightly over your hot wet opening, you push back almost begging me to enter you. 

Pushing inside you, deeper with every thrust, you whisper "oh god yes, fuck me ." Thrusting faster and deeper into you, I can feel you're on the edge. You're almost screaming with delight, pushing back hard into me. I feel you tense and stop for a moment, you almost collapse. You cum so hard your breathing almost stops, your body freezes momentarily. I feel your juices trickle down the sides of my shaft. 

As I pull out of you, my mouth behind your ear, I whisper "I want your mouth ." Without hesitation you turn in my arms, kiss me deeply while turning us both so my back is against the elevator wall. Slowly you begin a decent down my body until you are kneeling in front of me. With your hands on my hips, you slide your right hand over and grasp my shaft. 

Looking up at me, Your tongue encircles the head, tasting yourself on me, you smile. Taking the head inside your mouth, teasing it with your tongue. Feeling your tongue touching me sends shivers of pleasure through my body. Slowly pumping my shaft while you tease the head with your tongue. Taking me deep in your mouth, you slide your other hand down, touching yourself, sliding your own fingers inside your sex. 

Taking me deeper into your mouth and pulling back, running your tongue up the back of my shaft, sending waves of pleasure through me. Your fingers working your opening furiously. You take me as deep as you can, feeling my shaft start to swell you know I am so close and begin to work me faster. You feel your own orgasm building, driving your fingers deeper and faster. You begin lightly pinching and rubbing your clit with your other hand, now working my shaft with only your mouth. Lightly raking your teeth over the top of my shaft. Pressing your tongue against the back of it as you pull back and drive your mouth back down on me. My legs shake as jet after jet of my juices hit the back of your throat and fill your mouth. Swallowing hard to keep up, you feel your own orgasm growing. Getting so intense ... You cum hard. 

Both of us recovering, you manage to stand and kiss me deeply. Pulling your hand up, I suck the juices from your fingers, I love how you taste. 

We get ourselves straitened out, cloths all in order and re-start the elevator. Reaching the lobby, the doors open to six firefighters standing there looking puzzled. Guess the guard wasn't so lazy after all.



The Elevator



We decided to meet for cocktails, something sophisticated in the city for once, but as soon as I see you I know your intention isn't for a long night out. It starts with the heels, must be something like 4 inches high, my eyes travel upwards your legs seem to go on forever, visible through the split in your dress is the tops of your stockings and I think I see the hooks of your suspenders too! Your blue dress hugs your hips and full-figure, the dress has a low back and the front, only barely covers your amazing breasts, I hope the halter neck will hold them in at least until we can get somewhere private. 

I walk over an we make pleasantries while I'm ordering my drink, all the while your eyes are suggesting more, and I can't look away.

A quick drink later and we're heading for the lift, we've got a room upstairs and we're not going to waste it by the sounds of it! We get in the lift and press the 14th floor. As soon as the doors shut we can't keep our bodies apart and embrace with deep passionate kisses, my hands are all over your back but it doesn't take long before I reach for your breasts inside your dress as your hand grips my already stiff cock through my trousers! It's getting hot and we're barely past the 6th floor, when we both lean over and hit the stop button on the lift! It shudders to a halt between floors and almost without skipping a beat we're back at each other.

I free your breasts from their prison inside your dress as I've wanted to all evening, they swing free and I grab and grope them before bringing each one in turn up to my mouth to suck, making your nipples hard and soaking them with saliva, all the while you're ripping at my belt trying to get my trousers undone and free my aching hard on. It's not long before you do and I groan as you grip my shaft, stroking me gently! You pull me up for another deep kiss and then pull away before giving me a naughty grin and sliding down the wall of the elevator squatting in front of my engorged cock.

You gently lap at the precum already formed at the end of my penis, then sliding your tongue slowly down my shaft, flicking my balls with your tongue before pulling back up again. Another evil grin comes across your face as you open your mouth and take my whole length in one go... my legs shake when you reach the base, you hold yourself there for a few seconds before pulling back, coughing a little drool onto my cock and dribbling some down on to your breasts. You look up with a smile while catching your breathe, and then with a look of confidence, you lean back against the wall and beacon me towards you with your eyes... I lean in towards you, my cock reaches your lips, pressing against them slightly before finally allowing me in.

I gently thrust in a out of your mouth building up a smooth rhythm but it's not long before you get bored, your hands grabbing my ass and pulling me into your mouth. You gag for a second then release me, letting out more drool over my cock and down to your breasts. But you're not finished yet, you pull me in again to the same effect, and again, until I take over and start thrusting deep into your mouth myself, only letting up briefly for you to release you drool over your heaving chest, your hard nipples glistening in the wetness.

My groans are getting louder as I get close, people must be able to hear us outside the elevator! You can tell I'm near the edge, you pull up from me, so your breasts are inline with my cock, pulling me closer until I'm positioned between your breasts you drool some more on to my already soaking cock and your breasts, your dress is now completely covered too. I start to thrust between your huge tits as you squeeze me in between them, I'm right on the edge, I manage one loud groan before I start exploding over your chest and your neck, I'm cumming so hard some even splashes up on to your cheek, which you give a cheeky grin too! Once I'm drained I collapse back against the side wall and take in the scene. 

Your massive breasts covered in a mixture of saliva and cum, your dress now dripping too, and a great whopping smile on your face. I wonder what we'll get up to when we actually get back to the room!



The Elevator



"I need you to switch my three o'clock and my four o'clock around, I won't get out of here by five otherwise," said Mr. Smith as we stopped in front of his executive elevator. "I told my wife I'd be home right at five-thirty."

I flicked my wrist to check my watch, it was almost noon, we had just finished lunch. I marked it down in my leather folio.

"Shouldn't be a problem," I said. 

We waited as the elevator descended, standing side by side I could see our reflections in the shiny metal doors. He towered over me, his suit dark and his hair slicked to the side. Even in my high heels the top of my head barely reached his shoulders. 

I shifted from one foot to the other, feeling my nylon stockings slide against each other as my thighs touched. In the reflection of the elevator doors my figure was distorted just enough to resemble a coke bottle, my breasts and hips were my defining feature as much as my fiery red hair. I was dressed just as Mr. Smith liked, a wine pencil skirt and ivory silk button-up just sheer enough to see the outline of my lacy blush bra. Of course the panties matched, as did the garter belt holding up my tan stockings with the back seam and cuban heels. Always the same uniform, just different colors on different days. I was sure Mr. Smith would send me home if I showed up in pants to work one day.

The elevator chimed, the car had arrived. Our reflections separated as the doors slid open, revealing the dark wood interior with the red carpet. This private elevator was only used by Mr. Smith and a few other associates whose offices were on the 32nd floor of the building. We stepped inside and turned to face the front. I pushed the button marked "32."

As the doors slid shut Mr. Smith turned to me, his usual smirk on his face, his hands on his belt buckle.

"I need to piss."

I felt my mouth run dry at his words. I knew the man, I knew he meant right here, right now. I glanced at him, he was already unbuckling his pants. My pussy began to throb.

I turned to face him and sunk to my knees, putting my leather folio off to the side. As he unzipped his fly I unbuttoned my blouse to my navel, letting my F-cup breasts free. I pushed my breasts together and up with my hands, just the way he liked. 

I glanced at the lighted numbers at the top of the elevator. Fourth floor. I opened my mouth wide.

Mr. Smith pulled his cock free, but even flaccid he was a good five inches or so. He took a step forward and lined his trajectory up with my pink tongue. He smiled down at me as he began to pee.

The first stream hit my chin, but he corrected a bit and suddenly his acrid piss was landing directly on my tongue. He knew how to hold back so he didn't fill my mouth up too quickly, that way I got a good taste of it before I swallowed.

"That's a good girl," he cooed. "Open wide for me. Don't spill a drop."

My eyes teared up as he kept filling my mouth with his yellow piss, the taste tingled on my tongue. I kept swallowing as much and as quickly as I could so as not to spill, and so as not to drown. With each swallow my pussy throbbed harder, and it took a lot of control to keep my hands presenting my breasts to him instead of wandering under my skirt.

"There we go." Mr. Smith said. He was keeping one eye on the elevator numbers too, we were on the twelfth floor. "You're such a greedy slut, there was no way you'd let me use the executive wash room when your thirsty throat was right here."

I couldn't say anything, I just kept my mouth open and he kept his stream of piss hitting my tongue. I prayed no other executives or board members tried to get on the elevator from another floor, what a mess that would be. We passed the sixteenth floor, almost halfway there. I swallowed another mouthful of piss, and another, all while keeping one eye on the lit numbers above the elevator door.

"You're the dirtiest secretary I've ever had," Mr. Smith complimented me. "You're the first whore to let me use her mouth like a urinal. Are you getting off on this?"

My brows furrowed and I nodded vaguely without spilling a drop.

"You love gargling my piss, don't you? Is your pussy wet?"

His stream was letting up, good thing too since we were on floor twenty-two. I nodded a little too vigorously this time, his piss hit my chin and dribbled onto my full breasts before I recovered and was able to line my mouth back up with his stream.

He took a step closer as he finished peeing, his weaker stream of urine meant he needed to get a little closer to make sure it landed in my mouth.

"That's it," he said. "Swallow every last drop. Don't mess the carpet."

The burning in my pussy was insistent, I'm sure I had a big wet spot on my satin panties. We were on floor twenty-six by the time the last few drops dribbled from the head of his penis into my eager mouth. He shook his cock so that the final drops hit my tongue, my lips, my chin. He watched me swallow the last bit as he tucked his penis back into his trousers. I licked my lips while he watched, tasting the last of him.

"Say it," he growled while buckling his belt.

"Thank you sir for using me as your private toilet," I said, my voice hoarse from drinking his piss. My nose was still filled with his scent. "I enjoyed swallowing your piss."

He smiled down at me while I buttoned my blouse. His piss droplets made little wet circles as the fabric settled over my breast. We were on floor twenty-nine.

"And?"

I looked him directly in the eyes and licked my lips again. "I'm very horny, sir. My slutty pussy is soaking wet."

"Good," he said, straightening his tie and facing the front. "I'm sure you want to go to the bathroom and freshen up, but don't. I don't trust you not to masturbate in there. I want you to sit at your desk outside my office and enjoy the aftertaste of my piss all afternoon. Do your job, and maybe I'll find time after my four o'clock to take care of your wet, throbbing pussy."

"Yes sir," I said.

I reached for my leather folio and rose slowly to my feet just as the elevator stopped at floor thirty-two. The door chimed and the elevator doors slid open. Two other executives were waiting to get into the elevator, they moved to each side so Mr. Smith and I could slide past them. They both met my eyes, and smirked, before getting into the elevator.

Just before the doors closed I felt Mr. Smith's hand wander over as we walked away, he grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up over my butt, giving the two men in the elevator a quick glimpse of my ample derriere before the doors shut. I didn't protest, I only pulled my skirt back down and followed him to his office, sitting down at my desk.

My pussy throbbed all afternoon, just like Mr. Smith said.



The Elevator



Another shitty day heading for work. Jack, as usual, had to park his car on the street and walk the three blocks into work. It was not a grueling walk, by any means, it just was one more indication to Jack that he was getting nowhere with the company. Real employees, or those who the company thought were going to eventually become real employees, had parking spaces in the complex garage. But not Jack. He parked on the street and he walked in to work. Jack reached the corner and waited for the light to turn green so he could cross the busy street.

As he stood there he noticed a young woman racing across the street from the corner opposite his, attempting to beat the light that was about to turn green for traffic moving in Jack's direction. What caught Jack's eye were her tits. She wore a tight-fitting, fashionable dress, beige in color and as she hurried across the intersection her breasts bounced delightfully in the tight confines of the dress. "No bra on this baby," Jack thought. The movement was hypnotizing. They were firm and heavy, just a beautiful set of knockers. Jack could feel a stirring in he shorts, proof that there was still life left in his dick, no matter how rarely he got to put it to any real use.

The light turned green, and Jack hurried across the street, toward the corner the woman in the beige dress had just reached. It seemed he was lucky today. She was walking down the sidewalk in the direction of his building. As he reached the other side of the intersection Jack turned along the sidewalk and found himself not more than 15 paces behind her.

Her ass was wonderful, very tight and round. The firm cheeks swayed back and forth as she continued down the street. There was definite action in Jack's shorts now. He licked his lips as he focused his attention on the beautiful set of ass cheeks in front of him. He fantasized about running his tongue up along the crack of her butt, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her hot ass, lubricating her puckering asshole with his saliva, then plunging his dick deep into her hot rectum. So lost in though was Jack that he was almost hit by a car entering a driveway he was crossing. The irate drive blasted Jack with his horn, startling him. The object of his desire turned around to look and glared at Jack.

"She thinks I'm a shithead," he thought to himself. It was the first time Jack got a look at her face. She had quiet, almost pixyish features, pale skin, and short reddish-blonde hair with thin bangs above her eyes. And God, what eyes they were, a piercing gray, cold, yet they seemed to burn with an icy green fire.

Jack only got a quick look at her face, but it was enough to keep his dick throbbing. Beautiful ass, gorgeous face, wonderful full tits; this woman had everything Jack wanted in a fantasy girl. He knew that tonight, as he stroked his cock to a sticky climax, he would be thinking of her face, her eyes, her tits, her ass. Jack loved the show her beautiful ass was performing for him as he continued along the sidewalk toward work. He knew it would end soon as his building was the next one. He wondered where this beautiful woman worked, knowing he would never find out. Oh well, just another piece of information to make up in his fantasy tonight.

Jack had closed to within 10 paces of her, when he reached the steps leading off to his building. He couldn't believe it when she turned and began down the steps before him. She was going into his building! He wanted to rush, get in front of her, and open the door for her, but then thought better of it. "She's just a fucking dream girl, best to keep her that way" he thought. They walked down the corridor toward the bank of elevators. Would she take one, would she turn before reaching them, or would she continue on past them?

She reached the elevators as the last person stepped out of one and she slid easily inside. "God, she's going up too," Jack realized. He rushed to the elevator as the door was closing. She saw him coming but did nothing to keep the door from closing in his face. That pissed Jack off and he thrust his arm through the door just before it closed all the way.

The door pressed hard on Jack's arm, as he slowly worked it back and forth. Finally, the door realized it could not close all the way, and opened to let Jack in. She was looking at the floor, apparently deep in thought, but looked up suddenly, as if noticing Jack's predicament for the first time. "Oh, sorry, I should have held the door for you," she said matter of factly.

"Hey, no problem," Jack replied. "Snooty fucking bitch," is what he thought. It was an uncomfortable ride. He tried to make eye contact with her, but she ignored him completely, pretending to be fascinated by the weave of the carpet in the elevator. He had pressed for the 18th floor and she for the 19th. The floors seemed to creep by.

Suddenly the elevator seemed to lurch, knocking Jack against the side of the wall. The "snooty fucking bitch" was not so lucky and fell to the floor on her adorable ass. The elevator stopped moving, then for a second the lights flashed off, then came back on again, only noticeably dimmer.

"What the fuck?" Jack questioned the air around him. He certainly wasn't asking the "snooty fucking bitch" what was going on.

She was on the floor, on her side, hands rubbing her sore tailbone. "What's happening?" she asked. She seemed to be talking to Jack.

"Fucking cunt. Now that you need a man to get you out of a problem, you decide you can talk to me," he thought. "Not sure," is what he said. "Here, let me help you up," and he reached out his hand toward her.

"Thank you," she said, taking his hand and gingerly regaining her feet.

"Ooohhh, my ass," she complained, continuing to rub her delicious derriere.

Jack opened a little door in the wall of the elevator and pulled out a phone. There was nothing to dial so he just lifted the handset to his head. The line was ringing. After six rings a harried male voice came on the line. "Yeah? What do you want?" it asked.

"We're trapped in one of the elevators," Jack said. He looked up at the row of lights that indicate the floor you are on and noticed they were all dark. He couldn't remember how high up they were. He hadn't been paying attention. "I don't know what floor we are near," he said to the voice on the line.

"Look, we seem to have a major electrical problem in the building. Might have been caused by the remodeling going on 15. We're just not sure yet. How many people in your elevator?"

"Just two of us," Jack replied.

"Sorry, but that makes you low priority, We got people trapped in sixteen elevators. Just sit tight and wait. The power may come back on. If not, we probably won't be able to get to you for a good hour or so. Just sit tight and don't try any of that heroic climbing out of the elevator shit; that's how people get killed in elevators. Got it?"

"Yeah, got it." Jack said. The line went dead in his hand. He hung up the phone and turned to his companion, who was staring at him anxiously.

"We sit tight. We're low priority. Some sort of electrical problem. We have an hour or so to kill. How's your ass?"

"A little sore," she laughed just slightly as she replied. "I'm Karen Robertson, Technical Training Supervisor and your are . . .?"

"Jack, Jack Edwards."

"Well, Jack Edwards, what do you want to do for an hour?"

It was Jack's turn to laugh. "I don't think I'll touch that one with a ten-foot pole," he said.

"Well, a ten-foot pole would be a bit much," she said, a mischievous grin dancing across her face. Jack couldn't believe it. Her whole attitude toward him had done a 180-degree turn in a matter of seconds. She was playing word games with him, taking what he said in a lewd way. Jack tried to think of something clever to say to keep the conversation going in the direction that she appeared to want it to go. Jack began to pat the pockets on his suit and pants as if feeling for something.

"It's OK, I don't appear to have a ten-foot pole on me anyway." Karen did not seem to respond to that one. Jack didn't want to turn her off now, before he even got her going. Throwing caution to the wind, Jack began patting his pockets again. This time he reached between his legs and gave his dick a good feel making sure it pressed tight against his pants and gave Karen a good look at its hardness. "Nope, no ten-footer here," Jack said.

Karen stared at Jack's crotch. "You're hard," she whispered. "How did that happen?"

Jack knew it was now or never. This was about to become either a very friendly elevator or a very cold elevator. "Watching your ass made me hard," Jack said and he grabbed his dick once again through his pants to add emphasis to his words. "Thinking about your tight butt was just too much for me."

Her voice was a raspy whisper as she eyed the outline of Jack's dick. "What exactly were you thinking about my ass?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Karen slowly moved her stare up from Jack's crotch to look him in the eyes. "Yes, tell me," she said softly. Her tongue momentarily escaped her mouth to travel slowly around her lips. Karen turned her face away from him and whispered, "Tell me all about it." She was trembling slightly in anticipation.

Jack moved forward and ran his hand slowly across her cheek, firmly grabbing her face turning her averted eyes back toward him. "I'll tell you every dark desire I had," he told her, "but in return, you must do exactly what I tell you. Understand? Everything, exactly as I tell you. Deal?"

"Uh . . . I . . ." Karen didn't know what to say. She was rarely in the mood to be submissive, and never while at work. Yet, here she was, unbelievably hot, with a perfect stranger ready to do whatever he wanted. Maybe it was a manifestation of feeling trapped by the elevator. Since she felt trapped she felt a need for someone to make everything better for her. Karen needed to be taken care of. She needed there to be someone in the elevator she could trust completely. That need was showing up for her as sexual submission.

"I will do whatever you tell me to do . . .without question," she said looking Jack in the eye. Her eyes were dazzling. Gray would never be a cold, dull color to Jack again. Her eyes radiated a healthy lust that Jack found intoxicating. It bolstered his confidence.

"Turn around so I can see your sexy ass," Jack ordered. Karen did as requested.

"Push you ass back toward me." Once again, Karen did as she was told.

"Lift up your dress. Show me your ass," Jack commanded. Karen tentatively reached back behind her. Then grabbing the hem of her dress, she raised it up over the round globes of her ass cheeks. She was trembling.

"God, your ass is beautiful," Jack said as he eyed her firm butt. Her pantyhose and panties covered the tight cheeks, but it was still a sight to stop Jack's breath. His throat was suddenly dry but Jack managed to say, "Take off the pantyhose . . . and the panties."

Karen slid off her shoes and then pulled her pantyhose down and off. She then lowered her panties as well. She tried to put them in her purse, but Jack grabbed them first and thrust the panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply the smell of her pussy. He then handed them back to Karen who placed them into her purse. Karen lifted the back of her dress again, exposing her bare ass to Jack's lustful gaze.

"Put your shoes back on. They lift your ass up so nicely," Jack whispered into Karen's ear and she immediately complied. The heels of the shoes did raise her ass up at a delicious angle, affording Jack an even better view of Karen's wonderful rear. Jack stood mesmerized by the beauty of her butt; its smooth perfection, its tight contours. His dick felt like it was going to explode in his pants.

Karen looked back over her shoulder at Jack, "So please tell me, what were you thinking about."

"I thought about running my tongue up along the crack of your butt, like this," Jack said as he lowered himself to the elevator floor behind Karen's upturned ass cheeks. Her smell was intoxicating. Jack moved in close to her rear and snaked his tongue deep into the crack. It was even better than he had fantasized. Jack washed Karen's ass crack in strands of saliva, from her rectum up to the dimple above her tailbone. His tongue dug deep into the crack of her butt, chasing a multitude of flavors back and forth and up and down Karen's sweet ass: a little sweat, a touch of soap from her morning shower, a little bit of wetness from her nearby pussy, and the overpowering musty, funky taste of her asshole. Jack nibbled at her right cheek, ran his tongue from her dimple to mid-crack and then over to her left cheek which he took a small bite at, catching a bit of skin and eliciting a moan from Karen. Jack tongued one beautiful cheek and then the other, but he couldn't help from repeatedly returning his attention to her ass crack. She tasted and smelled so wonderful he had to keep burying his face between her lovely cheeks, inhaling the pungent aroma of her beautiful ass. Each time Jack's tongue headed toward Karen's asshole, a deep, throaty moan or a raspy sigh would escape from her lips.

"Hold your butt open for me," Jack ordered and Karen immediately moved her hands back around to her cheeks and spread them wide apart. Jack pushed down on her back and Karen bent over at the waist, bringing all of her ass and the pink, puffy lips of her wet pussy into view.

Jack looked at Karen's puckered brown hole and felt the pre-cum begin to drip from his dick. He moved his face into her shit hole, lightly blowing as he did. His breath mixed with his wet saliva dripping down her crack and the coolness sent chills down Karen's spine. Jack stuck out his tongue and began to do circles around her brown rosebud, getting it wetter and wetter. At first he just lightly pressed the outside ring of her sexy asshole with his tongue, relaxing her. Soon his tongue was darting into her butt, trying to push past the tight sphincter. The wetter he got her ass, the more light tonguing he gave her ass ring, the looser it became. Jack alternated pressing into her butt and planting his lips around her asshole and kissing it, adding a bit of sucking to the kiss.

Karen was about to jump out of her skin. She was acting like the cheapest slut she could imagine, bent over at the waist, spreading her ass wide open for a man she didn't even know, thrilling to the things his tongue was doing to her ass, and loving it more than she could believe. She would do anything he wanted, perform any bizarre sexual act, any perversion he requested. Her moaning was getting louder, coming from deeper within her. He was touching some need, some desire, that she had kept hidden for so long and she felt as if she was losing control totally. She wanted it nasty, she wanted it dirty, perverted, she wanted to be used like a piece of meat, like a fuck toy, like the gutter slut she knew she was deep inside.

Jack continued tonguing her tight asshole. She tasted wonderful. He was running his tongue up into her ass and then squirting his saliva up into her, where it would mix with the delightful juices of her butt. The taste was indescribable and Jack was wallowing in the smells and tastes of her delicious rear. But he had other needs. He took two fingers and began to roughly probe her hot, juicy pussy.

"OOOOhhh," Karen gasped sharply. The fingers were unexpected and course and it hurt when they first began probing her hot cunt. But she was so turned on, her pussy so wet, that the intruding fingers were immediately coated with her slippery juices and even the roughness of his fucking fingers felt instantly wonderful.

"Ohhhh. . . .Yes . . . fuck my pussy with your fingers Jack . . . fuck my pussy baby," she hissed. Jack was only too happy to finger fuck Karen's delightful cunt, for the time being. His fingers made wet, squishy sounds as they delved deeply into her moist pussy. Jack's tongue was still glued to Karen's asshole, which was getting looser by the second. Jack pulled one of his fingers from Karen's twat and let it snake down lower where the fingernail raked across the hard, exposed nub of her clitoris.

"God!! Yesssss!" Karen moaned. Jack's other finger was rewarded with a gush of cuntal juices, and Karen's asshole clenched tight around Jack's probing tongue, then relaxed completely, allowing the tongue free access to her wet rectum. Jack had to force his face from her lovely ass as he got to his feet. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, slipped down his shorts and slammed his dick into Karen's dripping pussy.

"Fuck . . . .yes, fuck me! Oh, Jack, pound my pussy."

"Oh, baby, you know that's only the start . . .don't you?" Jack ground his cock into Karen's hot twat. The question hung heavily in the air.

"Y. . .y. . .yes," she answered hesitantly.

"You know where this dick is going, don't you baby?"

"Yessss," she hissed.

"Tell me where it's going. Tell me where you want this big dick."

"I want it . . . . . .I want it in my ass. Fuck my ass with your big fat dick, Jack. Stick it in my hot asshole . . .ohhhh God! . . . Butt-fuck me Jack, butt-fuck me!"

"Anything you want, sweetheart."

Jack slowly slid his dick, slick with Karen's cunt juices, from her grasping twat. He hefted his cock up rubbing it along her crack, from cunt to asshole. "This is what I was thinking about, baby, I was thinking about fucking your tight asshole."

"Oh . . .do me, Jack, please, fuck my ass. Shove your cock up my shit hole." Karen was having a hard time maintaining control. She was shaking so much her knees were almost knocking together. She both wanted and feared Jack's dick in her ass. She had only been fucked there once, and it had not been a good experience. The fear, from the previous encounter, was there, waiting to take hold of her. She knew that if she had to think about it for too long, she would back out. Yet somehow, that didn't matter right now, she wanted that dick in her ass, she craved that dick in her ass, she needed to have that dick plowing into her ass. "God, stop toying with me Jack, fuck my ass . . .FUCK MY ASS!!!"

Jack stood on his tiptoes and leveled his dick at Karen's puckering hole. He pressed forward and Karen jumped slightly when she felt the head touch her rosebud. "Here is comes baby." Jack pressed forward and his greasy dickhead slid easily into her well-lubricated ass. Karen fell forward, bracing herself against the wall, bending slightly at the knees. This lowered her hole and made it easier for Jack to shove his dick all the way in her ass, his balls slapped noisily against the lips of her dripping wet cunt.

"Oh shit!" Karen screamed. She had not expected Jack to go so fast. There was no tearing, she was too well lubricated for that, but the pressure of his dick, pushing into her in such a forbidden, wicked way, felt strange. She was not used to feeling an intruder in her backdoor. But his dick was sliding easy and quick. He was fucking her butt with abandon. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Jack's eyes were glassy, yet filled with lust. He was staring at her ass, at his cock sliding in and out of her wide open butt. She wished she could be enjoying the view with him. A dick, his dick, slamming in and out of her obscene asshole. "I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I'm a fucking slut, 'cause I love this," Karen thought. "I want to watch his dick fucking my shitter."

Jack had fantasized many times about fucking a woman's ass, but every time he tried it had turned out badly. He couldn't believe how wonderful her hot butt felt against the stoking shaft of his dick. He knew he had gone too fast, but he couldn't stop himself, her ass had beckoned to him and he had responded. He had to possess her ass. It was his to take and with his hard cock he was marking his territory. This ass was his for the fucking, now and forever. "Your ass is mine, bitch! MINE!"




The Elevator



"It's all yours, lover. You can have it anytime you want it." The steady sawing of Jack's dick was causing a wonderful friction in her ass. The heat felt so good, she never wanted it to end. "Ohhhh . . .butt-fuck me baby . . .fuck my ass."

Jack was working up quite a sweat pounding Karen's ass. The perspiration was collecting in the hair flowing down in front of his eyes. Drops of sweat fell and dotted Karen's ass cheeks. Jack dug one hand down into Karen's sopping pussy, cruelly shoving three fingers into her pink fuck hole. His middle finger snaked out of her velvety sheath and by flexing it, Jack could rake his fingernail against Karen's clit. Fingers in her cunt, nails scraping her clitoris, a dick plowing through her butt. It was all too much for Karen. The warmth of her orgasm was flowing from her pussy out to the rest of her body. Her cunt was gripping tight against the fingers shoved into it. Her ass was flexing wildly, making love to the dick sliding so hotly in and out of it, coaxing the cum out of Jack's balls. "Oh God, I'm right there, Jack . . . . . . I'm cumming, lover, I'm cumming!"

The pressure on Jack's dick was fantastic. Karen's butt was grabbing his shaft like no cunt ever had. It was exquisite. Her convulsing cunt and ass was too much for him to stand. He wanted to hold out longer, continuing to fuck her wonderful back door, but it was not to be. "Here it comes, baby . . .take my cum in your ass."

"Yes, Jack, give it to me . . . give it to me! Cum in my ass, baby, cum in my ass!!"

Karen's tight butt charmed the hot juice from Jack's balls. He could feel the jism beginning its journey up the shaft of his cock, shoved deep within Karen's clasping bowels. Karen could feel Jack's dick expand in her butt and she tightened her sphincter, giving his dick on last love squeeze before his scalding hot sperm blasted into her asshole, coating her insides with sticky love broth.

Jack could feel the thick streams of his scum coating the inside of Karen's ass. His dick was on fire with feeling, suddenly so tender. The squeezing of Karen's butt was exquisite pain to Jack's cock, but he loved every sharp pang of it. Finally his dick stopped erupting, and Jack fell forward, against Karen's back, his prick still buried in Karen's butt. His hand reached down and lovingly, lightly stroked Karen's sopping pussy and clit. He kissed the back of her neck and nibbled at her left ear, breathing heavily into it. "You . . . have the most wonderful ass . . . I . . . I have ever seen."

"It's your ass now, Jack. Yours forever." Karen contracted her ass muscles, giving his cock a few last loving squeezes before it slipped noisily from her rectum. Karen used her panties to clean up Jack's dick and they slowly got their clothes back on, trying to get each other presentable. As they dressed their tongues played with each other, giving little love kisses here and there.

Ten minutes later the elevator began to move and luckily no one was there when the doors opened, to see the look on their faces or to smell the heavy aroma of sex in the air, as they departed the elevator. Jack tried to talk to Karen later that day, but she ignored him. She never spoke to him again.

Jack held on to the hope they would someday get together for almost a month before he finally accepted the reality of the situation. Jack was never sure if she was just stuck up or embarrassed by their encounter in the elevator, but it really didn't matter. The end result was the same. It bothered Jack for a while, but eventually he realized that even though she would not even acknowledge his existence, for an hour, for one special hour, his dick was the most important thing in the world to her. And for that hour at least, she was his own personal slut and he had done her fully and completely and there could really be nothing to regret from an opportunity seized, from life lived to the fullest.



The Elevator



By Dillinger and Madame Pandora 

Authors’ Note: This story may not be published on any website that charges an access fee to members, but may be distributed on any free site as long as appropriate credit is posted with it and the authors are notified prior to posting. Also, please note that this story was conjured as an experiment to see if two authors with completely different styles could craft a tale that would appeal to both their audiences. We appreciate all feedback and thank you for your indulgence.

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I know it sounds cliché, but I met her at an Internet chat site. Much to our mutual surprise, we really hit it off, enjoying each other’s conversation in ways that were both seductive and intellectual. She was a co-ed beyond her years, with a devilish sense of humor and a yearning to shed her little rich-girl roots for some down and dirty role-playing, and I was only too willing to oblige.

It was inevitable that we finally reached the point where she e-mailed me a picture, and from then on, I decided there was going to be a meeting. She demurely agreed.

Months went by until at last I was traveling out of state – to her state, and to the city that was barely an hour from the upper class suburbia she called home. 

There was a trendy little bistro not far from the hotel where I was staying, and it was there we decided to meet. I spent hours nervously anticipating whether or not that same connection would be there in person, as it had been on-line. The moment she entered the room, however, all doubt was washed aside. She passed through the door and our eyes locked, drawn to one another by an almost visible magnetism. The noisy restaurant faded to a blur around us. And we knew, from that first glance, that we were as hot for each other in person as we had been all those late nights at our computers.

She made her way toward me, shuffling shyly through the crowd, a girl at least ten years my junior. She was turning more than a few heads in her mini-dress and bare legs. It worked on her, this clean, pretty-girl look. Her slim body accentuated by the form-fitting red dress and high-heeled sandals. She was petite and trim, with a round, firm ass and a rack to die for. Big angel eyes and long brown hair. 

When she finally reached me at the bar, I was gaping like a schoolboy, which was no way to establish myself as her master. She wasted no time in her affection, lifting her arms around my neck and pressing her ruby red lips to my mouth. And I remembered then how our conversations had gone. How she was the shy little girl, and I was to be her corruptor. I quickly recovered from the shock of her sweet beauty and took control, opening her mouth with carnal hunger to accept the penetration of my tongue, and then reaching down with both hands to grip her luscious ass and pull her forward against me. She gasped and shivered at the lewd display and blushed as the hot, lustful eyes of every other man in the place envied me openly. I let her tug away and walk to a table. It was important she be willing to trust me before demanding her complete surrender. She could tug away… that time.

We barely made it through dinner. Every shy smile and blush made me want to lift her up on the table and take her right there, with everyone watching. To let them know this was my little angelslut. That she would do anything I wanted her to do. But there was time for that. 

After finishing dinner, she came back with me to my hotel, her soft, young body tucked tightly against my shoulder as I kept a possessive arm around her. Whispering into her hair, I told her all the things I wanted to do. All the many ways I was going to desecrate her pampered body. Shivering, she giggled and turned her eyes up to meet mine. I could see the excitement there. She was unpracticed, but so excited and so ready. I couldn’t wait debauch her.

The opportunity came sooner than even I expected. We hurried into the posh hotel, hand in hand, and waited impatiently for the elevator. I had nearly decided to just take her up to my room and sink myself into her behind closed doors – to quench the lust that had been boiling in me all these months. But she had told me how she longed to be dominated and how she yearned to be treated as a creature of sex, instead of the china doll care with which she’d been condemned to from all the other men in her life. I would not disappoint.

We stepped into the elevator eagerly, both of us hot and aching for the other. We were alone, so I pulled her back tight against me, letting her feel my huge, hard cock grinding against her round, young ass. My hands encircled her waist and then boldly rose to her full, firm tits. I held her there, mauling her luscious, curvaceous body, my cock grinding against that hot little ass, my fingers pinching at her stiffening nipples. We missed our floor, but it didn’t matter, I realized. A plan formed quickly in my mind. I was going to have her, right then and there, on that elevator.

“Are you marked for me?” I teased in her ear hotly. “Did you do what I told you too?”

“Yes.” She gulped and hissed back. “I am marked for you.”

“I better make sure.” I growled, and, in the shiny reflective doors of the elevator, I saw her smile.

The elevator chimed, the doors began to open, and I felt her tug away a little, but it only made me yank her back all the harder. Only now my hands wanted more. Leaning forward, I slid my palms down her sides and lifted the short skirt of the mini-dress to her waist.

She moaned out loud just as a good-looking couple entered. I had begun to cup my hand against her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet from the response of her body to my attack. I could smell her sex, a heady musk penetrating the air of the elevator. The pair who entered couldn’t help but stare at us – the woman surprised and intimidated, while her husband grinned at me with a mixture of envy and camaraderie. “Get some for me, buddy,” his expression seemed to say. For his benefit, I felt along the front of the mini-dress and gripped it hard, tearing the fabric down the front. Buttons popped off, revealing an expensive, satin and lace black bra. My little slut was definitely high-class. It made my corruption of her all the more delicious. 

And she was marked. Across her flat tummy, written in dark red lip-liner was the title I had given her long ago... “angelslut.” Written in big, bold, red across her tight belly, marking her as mine. Even from behind her I could see the lightly smudged purposely lower-case letters clearly reflected in the cold metal of the elevator walls. 

The woman was all the more shocked and repulsed, turning her eyes away from the sight of such a beautiful young body so shamelessly bared, and branded, and molested before her. But I could see the man almost salivate and covet me my prize. And he grew even more envious as he watched me thrust the enormous erection in my pants against her ass, my hands all over her firm young tits.

Having this pair watch as I corrupted this sweet girl was maddeningly hot. Up until that point she had been relatively passive, but just as my cock threatened to tear out of my pants, I felt her begin to grind her ass back against me. In a reflection of the polished metal on the elevator doors, I could see her give a sly grin to the man, her little pink tongue darting out to lick her red-stained lips. Just then, the elevator came to a stop at their floor. The disappointment of the man, and the relief of the woman, made both my slut-to-be and myself giggle. With his eyes trained on her, the man really didn’t look inclined to go anywhere, but his companion grabbed his arm and yanked him off the elevator with surprising force. Her disapproving cackle echoed even after the elevator doors had closed behind them.

Reaching down, I unzipped my pants to free my raging hard cock; it sprang up and slapped her between the thighs. Dropping to my knees, I pressed my face to her crotch, bit into her black, lacy panties with my teeth and ripped them right off her body. Pushing her thighs further apart, I let my long, flexible tongue lap at her wet pussy for a moment, just long enough for her to pant out a howl of pleasure. Then I was back on my feet behind her. My cockhead had swollen enormously, purple and oozing pre-cum as I pressed it forward against her pussy from behind. As I took her hips in both my hands preparing to thrust myself into her, the elevator jerked to a halt again. Not waiting to see who would be joining us next, I shoved the head of my cock into her tight little cunt. I had known she wasn’t a virgin, but I’d had no clue how deliciously tight she was going to be. Both of us groaned in lustful pleasure as three young men stepped into the elevator with us, dazed and confused by the sight that greeted them.


They were young, athletic, and good-looking. I imagine they might have been football players from some local college. One of them slipped on the discarded, torn panties on the floor, and my little angelslut giggled. Here we were, her master’s cock stuffed in her tight, hot little box while three strange men stared at us, and she was giggling. 

“You little whore.” I teased in her ear while I jerked my hips forward, continuing to slide my cock into her welcoming pussy an inch at a time. My hands reached around her, and I pulled down on the cups of her bra, yanking it so that the bra was under her tits, pushing the large, firm mounds still higher. Molesting her openly, I pulled back and then rammed forward. My cock was huge, hard, thick, and throbbing as it stretched her with every thrust, forcing her tight cavern to widen and stretch in order to accept me. 

The three guys were standing in front of her in a semi circle when I looked up. They were mesmerized by her reactions as I fucked her, their mouths agape as they took in the letters across her stomach, the perfection of those gorgeous tits, and the brazen way she was moaning for more. My lust was contagious, and the boys were unable to help reaching down to rub the quite obvious bulges that tented through the material of their jeans. And the amazing little slut in my arms was performing for them to the best of her ability, moaning and posing like a porn queen while her eyes assessed the size of the presents each of those college boys was aching to give her. 

I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life and began to fuck forward violently, driving more and more of my cock, my huge, hard, throbbing cock, incredibly deep into her hot, wet, velvet cunt. Her small body jolted and shook from the brutal thrusts, and her gasps and groans turned into hot little yelps of pain-tinged pleasure. 

Drawing back out of her pussy, I held my long, obscenely thick cock in my hand and began to slap her sexy ass with it. Again and again, harder and harder, using my cock as a club to spank her sweet little bad-girl ass. Pre-cum splashed out and fell in molten drops on her bare assflesh

“Do you like that?” I demanded in a growl. “You love it, don’t you, little slut? Why don’t you tell our friends here what a slut you are for cock? Let them hear you beg for cock. Let them hear you beg for MY cock!”

Her lovely face turned over her shoulder, and I lifted one hand to her chin, my thumb smearing her bright red lipstick all around her face. 

“Yes.” She murmured in her sweet young voice “I want you to fuck me.” She sucked on my thumb submissively.

That was nowhere close to what I wanted.

“They can’t hear you.” I scolded, twisting her nipples and beginning to slam her ass with my cock. Both her ass and my cock were red and stinging, but it was unbearably hot as I stood there, smacking her, slapping her, spanking her luscious ass with my enormous cock. “You better let them hear you beg, baby.”

“Fuck me,” she managed, a little louder, each word giving her more volume and confidence. “Fuck me with your cock. It’s so BIG...so fucking HARD… I love it... I LOVE IT!” Then, turning back to those three strange boys, she continued. “I love cock. I love his huge cock fucking my tight cunt!” She let her tongue slide back and forth between her lipstick-smeared lips as she eyed the erections sported by our horny company. 

The young football studs glanced at me almost in unison. I was suddenly the coach of this elevator, and they were begging to be put into the game. I nodded at my three new best friends and they fumbled to undo their zippers. Each one had a cock worth bragging about. The one on the left was long, if somewhat thin; the schlong on the right was of average length, but thick as a horse. But, just like the third bowl of porridge in Goldilocks and the Three Bears, the cock of the man in the middle was just right. The boy was HUNG! He was massive in both length and girth. No hiding in the locker room for these kids.

With a masterful hand on her back, I leaned my angelslut forward until she was bent over at the waist, with her sweet ass poking high in the air toward me. Then, before she could steady herself, I shoved my giant cock all the way; balls deep, into her pussy. One vicious thrust. Like I planned, it forced her forward until her face was slapped by the cock of the boy in front of her. Letting out a strangled cry, she gulped in shock as I grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth over the biggest cock the three boys had to offer. Her gasps and cries were muffled as I both pumped my cock into her pussy and forced her head forward to take that stranger’s cock deep into her china doll throat.

Grunting in rapture, the kid was only too happy to take over steering her head, as his hands replaced mine in her long brown hair. With both hands free again, I took hold of her hips and really started to FUCK her then. At the same time, the boy in front had his hands on either side of her face, driving his cock into her throat with equal lust. The other two, who had only been beating their meat before, now stepped forward eagerly, reaching down to play with her tits and pinch her nipples. Deciding it wasn’t fair to leave them with nothing, I grabbed my slut’s hands and placed each of them onto their two big erections.

There she was, bent over, one monster of a cock up her pussy, another huge cock down her throat, and one in each hand. Cock surrounded her, and her moaning left no doubt that she was in slut heaven.

Once more the elevator glided to its next port of call, and the doors slid open to admit a group of businessmen. My little slut couldn’t see anything while she was bent over getting the fucking of her life and issuing not just a blowjob, but two amazing handjobs as well. The group of four men just gaped and stared, standing in the middle of our impromptu orgy with crazed expressions. As we humped and pumped my sweet sexy slut, the businessmen looked at each other, smiled, and began to unzip as well, stroking their cocks while watching the show. 
It was like some animalistic ritual, wild and feral. I fucked her hot little pussy with sadistic glee. “Can you believe this, slut?” I taunted her. “You got a cock in your pussy, one in your moth, one in each hand, and a whole bunch more watching you and jacking off.” And it was true. She moaned in response, while the gangbang continued. She was loving every minute of it.

The elevator continued to rise and fall, but there was no more room for anyone to enter, unless someone got off (pun intended) and no one was leaving. What people could or couldn’t see as the doors slid open and closed on our packed house, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that next time I’d have to pick a location where my little slut could have a bigger audience. 

As it was, there was only a little space about us, just enough room for all of us to be fucking her in our own ways. Her sweet body had been shuddering from one orgasm after another, and she must have cum half a dozen times. The three students began to pull together as a team, switching places so that each stud had the chance to be in her mouth. My cock alone was relentless, fucking her…pounding into her…ramming jamming slamming into her…fucking her hard and deep with my cock…my COCK…my HUGE HARD COCK as it seemed to expand and grow bigger and BIGGER with each massive thrust.

And there were men all around her, cocks all around her, inside her. Every pair of hungry male eyes were on her, huge hard dicks, each of them praying for a turn. But it was my cock, my COCK, that selfishly filled her pussy, and my cock that I knew was on her mind. I knew then, as I know now, that she was doing this just for me. Just to please me, because I had found a way to let out the wild slutty angel that was hiding inside the bored little rich girl. Her excitement was increased tenfold knowing that I was turning her into my personal cock-crazy, cum-loving little slut. The china doll was broken forever. And all the king’s horses and all the king’s men were going to slam their cocks into her before they gave any thought to putting her back together again.

“Beg for it,” I demanding harshly, my voice loud and eerily human amid all the animal sounds of pumping and fucking and grunting. “Beg for my cock, beg for all their cocks. Tell everyone how much you need it. Tell us all what a slut you are."

And she did, compliant and debased as any dime store tramp as she pulled a cock out of her mouth to obey me. She begged. She begged for cock. She begged for big hard cock. She begged for a taste, she begged for us to continue, she begged for it in her mouth, in her pussy and in both hands. But, most of all, she begged for my cock. For MY cock to keep fucking her. She told them all what a slut she was for cock. What a slut she was for MY cock. That she was my slut and she couldn’t get enough. She told everyone that she was MY cock-crazy, cum-loving personal whore. She was a dream come true - almost too much for a man to take, and I could see the disbelief in the faces around her. All of them seemed to expect this to turn out to be some porno version of Candid Camera. They couldn’t believe this was just my little angelslut, being all she ever wanted to be.

“Good girl.” I complimented, stroking a hand through her hair. “I have a special treat for you now.” 

Ignoring her protests, I slowly slid my cock out of her tight pussy and motioned to the college kid with the biggest cock to get on the floor. Here was this young man – a boy she didn’t even know, despite the fact that she’d been sucking on his cock like a starving woman, ready to do whatever I told him to. I ordered him to lie on his back and he wasted no time. He had one incredibly huge cock standing at attention between his thighs, and I wondered if she was going to be able to handle what I had in store for her.

I ordered her to straddle him and she hesitated a moment, looking at me. Those big eyes excited at the prospect, but unsure. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I nodded and forced her down, whispering that it would please me. That she was doing it for me. That I wanted to watch my angelslut ride this bull of a cock and see how well she could take it. Her desire to please me, and the greedy lust to have that impossibly long and thick cock stretch her wide open erased any further hesitation.

Shimmying forward, she inched up his legs until her dripping cunt was right above his cock. Keeping my hands on her shoulders, I pushed down, watching as the head of that massive cock pressed into her pussy lips and parted them. Her howling groan turned into a soft scream as I continued to force her downward, impaling her cunt on his big rod. Inch after inch of that big fucker forced it’s way into her cunt, which would have been impossible if I hadn’t been stretching it for the previous twenty minutes. But by then she was wide open and wet, and I pressed down hard…Hard…HARDER…forcing her to take every inch of that huge cock, balls deep into her well-fucked pussy. 




The Elevator



“Ride him, slut,” I chanted in her ears. “Ride that big cock!” And she did. Oh God, how she rode him, bouncing and yelping and moaning and screaming with each penetration. Her perfect tits jolted from the force of it while my hands forced her up and down…guiding her to ride him… to fuck…and Fuck…and FUCK!

Unable to merely watch, I knelt down behind her, and she cried out my name when she felt the pressure of my cock against her virgin ass. Without waiting, I rammed forward and, in one violent THRUST, forced my cockhead into her ass, while at the same time putting more pressure on her shoulders to drive her down harder on the cock inside her pussy.

Inch after relentless inch of thick, hard cock slowly forced its way into her tight ass and, at the same time, another cock, a stranger’s cock, continued to fuck in and out of her pussy. This was not only the first time she had ever gotten double fucked but also the first time she ever had a cock in her ass, let alone one as huge and hard and thick as mine. And her screams gave voice to this newfound revelation. Each upward thrust of the cock driving into her cunt matched each downward thrust of my cock, forcing another inch and another inch of me into her tight ass and then him into her tight cunt – a twisted see-saw of cock penetrating and pumping her. I grabbed her hair and pulled back on it and, with one last powerful thrust, I stuffed every goddamn inch of my cock all the way, balls deep, up her no longer virgin ass. 

And there she was in an elevator, with a monster cock all the way up her pussy, my huge cock all the way up her ass and surrounded by guys jerking off as they watched her get double fucked in public. She continued to scream as we took her. Her shrieking was so loud it was a wonder hotel security didn’t come to investigate. Then her screams turned to moans of pleasure and she began to cum and cum and cum again as she took two cocks into her sweet little china-doll body. It was impossible to believe, but, still, there was more to come. 

Both of the other young studs moved to a position in front of her. No longer asking permission to be put into the game. One of them lifted her face up and pressed his cock to her lips. She didn’t even hesitate for a fraction of a second. And my corruption of her innocence was complete. She needed his cock. She couldn’t think of anything but COCK. All of these cocks were there for her pleasure, and she wanted ALL of them. The more she took, the more she came. She couldn’t get enough. She grabbed that big boy cock and stuffed it into her mouth, sucking for all she was worth while the other stud and I crammed our cocks into her pussy and up her ass. 

The two young guys started to take turns, each one getting a chance at shoving his cock in her mouth. And this sweet little college girl…MY SLUT… my sweet angelslut… no longer innocent… she moaned in total slut heaven. She was in a total cock frenzy, her every hole filled to its limit and then some and… she loved it. She LOVED IT! I couldn’t believe what a slut she’d become and I knew in every fiber of my being that she would do anything I desired, that she NEEDED to be my slut. I had no doubt that she would fuck anyone, anywhere, anytime if I were only to ask.

All around her there were cocks. BIG, hard cocks. And even the businessmen tossing off in the back row made sure that they could see her and watch her hungrily. Watch her suck cock. Watch her fuck cock. Watch the cock she begged for most, her Master’s cock, ream her virgin ass, stretching it wide… in and out… in and out… driving deep and hard into her again and again and again.

The elevator had become an orgy of carnal lust. The businessmen started rotating with the college boys and they took turns getting head from the most sexually uninhibited woman they had ever met. The whole scene was like something out of the most depraved pornographic movie imaginable. Jenna Jameson had nothing on my girl! 

There were big hard cocks everywhere and in the center of all this action… my angelslut! And she did her best to suck and fuck and please me. Between blowjobs, I would demand words from her, and she openly begged, repeating over and over, how she was MY slut and that she was fucking cock, sucking cock, taking cock in her ass for me… FOR ME! She chanted how she had become a total cock-crazed slut. And she came and came and came again and again and again with huge cock in her pussy, huge cock in her ass, cock slapping her face, hands all over her body, fingers digging, squeezing and pinching her tits. And god… all that cock! There was so much cock… cock… COCK… cock everywhere… and it was all for her. All of them were fucking her at my will, my bidding, and she continued to cum and cum and cum. One orgasm became another became another became another until there was nothing but one long endless orgasm. We watched her writhe and scream and shudder as her pleasure became the most totally mind blowing experience of her life… as every man in the elevator fucked her into an ecstasy beyond any of our wildest dreams.

The intensity was so extreme; the sexual heat so all encompassing, that it couldn’t last much longer.

The guy under her started to buck and moan, his orgasm was near and violent, from possibly the tightest pussy he’d ever stuffed his meat into. The two college guys, once again in front of her, were frantically taking turns shoving their cocks in her face. They were obviously panting and near their own imminent blasts. Most amazingly of all… me… her lover… her master… me… my cock… my COCK... fucking her ass until I wasn’t even on this earth anymore, and I knew she could feel my huge fucker growing even bigger, even thicker as I raped her young virgin ass… the cum boiling in my balls, ready to explode. All of us were driving toward our own orgasms… raging, swollen cocks were shoved at her from all directions and she purred, she growled, she moaned, she came, she SCREAMED. She begged for our cum, saying over and over and over again how she wanted us all to cum, needed us all to cum. She begged us to fill her with cum, to cum all over her face, her tits, her hard young body.

And, amid all that begging, she continued to SCREAM out MY name. She called out again and again, proclaiming to all that she belonged to me. I had become her world. She was alive for my touch, for my command. She begged and screamed. And all of it was in my name. She lived to fulfill my wishes, to be my little slut.

Still we fucked her…fucked her…FUCKED HER… we fucked the slut… my angelslut into oblivion.

At the height of passion, I pulled out, reached down and pulled her off the guy frantically fucking her cunt and dropped her unceremoniously to her knees in the center of the elevator. I moved in front of her trembling, exhausted body, and, in a moment of clarity, as she stared in wide, hazel-eyed fascination at my cock, my big hard cock, she gasped open-mouthed in the realization that she’d had that HUGE cock – that monster of a cock, MY COCK… all the way up her slut ass! And as her mouth opened wide, I EXPLODED! Jet after jet of white-hot jizz shot out of me as I aimed it directly at her face. My delicious, searing hot cum shot directly into her wide-open, cum-sucking mouth. 

This carnal sight set everyone off. Every guy in the elevator had formed a circle around her, as she shivered in ecstasy there on her knees, bathing in my jet stream, and those men were able to take no more. They all began to cum simultaneously! Right there in that public elevator, surrounding this young former innocent who I had turned into a porn queen, a slut goddess and then gave to them for their use, their pleasure.

There she was, my slut, on her knees surrounded by cock. Cock everywhere! And the one she loved the most, MY COCK, right there in front of her… cumming… EXPLODING… filling her mouth to overflowing with my jizz and (oh god!) how she obviously loved the taste of it. She lapped at it like life’s own sweet nectar. And still my cock continued to shoot jet after jet of cum and I began to aim it at her cheeks, her hair and her tits. I showered her in cum while all around her other cocks were exploding. Cum shot into her hair, onto her back, on her ass, across her thighs, at her feet, down the sides of her face, all over her belly and tits. It was as though it was raining cum as every guy in that elevator unloaded a huge stream of white hot jizz all over her, showering her in CUM, and still… it wasn’t over. It was raining jizz. Cum poured down onto her and she raised her head up high and opened her arms wide to welcome it. She was the center of our cum storm. She had become every x-rated fantasy that these men ever had about a young girl. Every prom queen they’d wanted to nail like a whore and didn’t even dare speak to. Not an inch of her slutflesh went untouched. We painted her white with our jizz. 

Gradually the storm abated and, one at time, guys shook the last drops of their cum onto her body and she fell forward…dazed, collapsing in complete exhaustion. But the Master had one more lesson still. With another jet of liquid lust shooting out of my throbbing cock, I grabbed her head and pulled her forward and shoved my cock all the way down her throat, filling her with my nectar, and giving her what she needed most. I gave her the gift of my seed and she swallowed it eagerly, willingly accepting everything I had to give and more. She sucked on my cock like a calf feeding from its mother, making sure she drained every drop of delicious, life-giving cream out of my cock.

In the shockingly quiet aftermath, men began to hastily pull up their pants, zip up, and gradually exit the elevator until only she and I were left. On her knees, looking worshipfully up at me, her angel eyes locked on mine as she started to rub all that cum into her skin. She was COVERED in it. Using her fingers to scoop it off her tits and then lick her fingers clean for me. It was such a nasty, slutty thing to do. The elevator floor was slippery with a layer of strangers’ semen and there she was practically swimming in it and grinning up at me, dog-tired but still the angelslut tease that I had released from deep within her.

Then the elevator doors opened once more and it was the couple from the very beginning of the ordeal (the woman who had to drag her date out of the elevator). One look at my angel, fucked and spent and covered with jizz, and the woman screamed, and fainted dead away, flopping into a puddle of strange men’s cum while her date gasped and chuckled and resisted the urge to high-five me as he bent to retrieve his woman. 

Quite happy with my little angel, I lifted her up easily in my strong arms and carried her out of the elevator and down the hall to OUR room. I carried her into the shower, where I bathed her and spoiled her and adored her… and explored every silken inch of her with every part of myself. 

Napping off and on, I spent the rest of the night pleasing her, licking her, fucking her, making her explode in pleasure again and again and again...

And again…

And again…

And in the morning… yes… again….

Rewarding my sweet angel for the performance of a lifetime.

When finally neither she nor I could take another assault of pleasure, I snuggled her close and whispered into her long brown hair that maybe we should go down for some breakfast to regain our strength.

Without hesitation, those big little-girl eyes gazed at me in a sleepy, timid haze and asked, “Please, my darling master…can we take the stairs?”



The Elevator



Awakening to the sound of the alarm next to the bed, I realize that I must go into city today. Having a job interview with this big company. 

Nervously, I think about my endeavor for the day. I had heard that the boss is really stern and strict. That everything must be exactly right, or you will reprimanded. Not even sure that I want to work for such a strict boss, but knowing that I need the job. 

I look around to find something suitable to wear. Finally after almost an hour of searching, I find a blue tailored dress. Along with its collar jacket top that crosses the front in a V. Fitted at the waist, and smooth over the hips, the hem is just below my upper thighs. 

Placing the dress against me, "Not to conservative, not to provocative, this will work."

Getting dressed thinking how badly I need this job. Then remembering what I have heard about the boss. Worried, that I may not get the job to begin with. Knowing well that being a secretary I can do, and since there are no other jobs available… I thought I would give it a shot. 

And so, I begin my journey to the city. Not sure of where I am to go. I haven't been in this town for long. Finally I find it the building. 

Parking my car in the basement garage. Walking to the elevator, pressing the arrow going up. Wouldn't you know that the boss's office would be on the top floor. This scares me in itself, since I am afraid of heights.

Nervously, I stand there waiting for the elevator to open, adjusting my outfit with my now damp hands. Finally the elevator light goes on, as the doors open and I enter. As the doors are about ready to close, I hear, "Hold that elevator." 

Holding the button to keep the elevator door from shutting, I see this gorgeous figure of a man. Breathing heavy, from having to sprint across the basement into the awaiting elevator. 

Standing in his blue tailored suit, breathless with a radiant smile "Thanks, I was afraid I had missed it." 

Grinning I ask, "What floor please?" 

"Fifteenth."

Thinking to myself, he must be one of the administrators. Only the higher ups are on that floor. Too bad he isn't the boss, my mind wanders with a grin on my lips. 

The elevator begins to move, glancing at you, I see that you are looking at me as well. We both smile. It seems that your smile, is so intoxicating so inviting, that it takes my breath away. 

Suddenly the elevator stops. We wait for the doors to open, seconds pass, turning into minutes, and the door doesn't open. 

I turn to you wearily, "I think we are stuck!" 

Opening the small door that reads emergency as you lift the phone, waiting for maintenance to pick up their end. "Hello, this John Patrick. I am in elevator number 5, I think that we have a problem." explaining that the elevator is stuck between floors. As you hang up the service phone, you turn to me and smile. Telling me that they are "Experiencing some difficulties," that this elevator was suppose to be shut down last night but, for some reason the maintenance guy didn't do it. That the service operator said, "That it could be hours before it will be in running order again." 

Thinking to myself. What am I going to do? I have a job interview with the top man of this company. I really need this job, and I can't get to it! Someone will be interviewed in my place. 

You see the look of worry cross my face, as you try to make me feel at ease. Introducing yourself,"Hi, I'm John Patrick." 

With a smile I say, "I overheard." Holding out my hand, "Hi, my name is Leah Barrett, pleased to meet you." You reach out to my hand, I feel the strength in your touch and it sends chills throughout my body. Thinking to myself, Leah, get a grip. How can this man, with his gorgeous body and face touch you once, and your body react this way? I laugh to myself. 

You ask me, about myself, trying to make me feel at ease, as I begin to tell you that I am a single woman that has recently been divorced. That I have just moved to this city, trying to find a job so that I can make it on my own. 

You begin to tell me that you have lived here all your life and that you have been with this company, "For ages," as you put it. That you felt this company was one of the best to work for. 

Smiling I think back to what people had told me about the tyrant of a boss. How this man didn't appear in the slightest, to be anything like what had been described of the top man of this company. That's when I realized this man could not be the CEO of the company. 

Time seemed to be at a stand still with no indication that the elevator was being fixed. That worried look crosses my face again and you move closer to me, my head tilted down looking at the floor as the insecurities begin to set in. 

Closer you move to me, slowly, not to frighten me, but to comfort me. Placing your fingers to my jaw line, while you move my head upward so that my eyes are looking into yours. 

Tears begin to well up in my eyes, as you look at me with tenderness and whisper, "Everything will be ok." With a smile you ask, "Are you afraid to be in this elevator, or is it something else?" Your soothing way, eases my nerves, and I begin to relax some. 

I exclaim, "I am ok, just a little insecure sometimes about myself, and my abilities. That I will be fine." I thank you for your concern. 

With a brilliant smile," Ma'am I don't know who has filled your head with such lies but you seem quiet capable of doing whatever it is that you set out to do." 

I agree and apologize for my little episode of insecurity. 

We begin to talk about our homes, families, the weather, just small conversation, but in my mind I keep feeling your fingers on my jaw line, the electricity that filled my body at that moment. I smile to myself, as you look at me, with a kind of amazement. 

"Oh, I am sorry I didn't hear you. What is it you said?" 

With a chuckle, "Yeah I can see that, you seemed to be a million miles away." 

Again I smile and say, "No sir, not quiet a million miles away. On the contrary I was right here in this elevator." This look of bewilderment crosses upon your face. I grin. 

You whisper,"Penny for your thoughts." 

Walking toward you, moving my body next to yours. "Do you really want to know what my thoughts are?" 

With a devilish grin, your hands comes up to my chin, placing your hands on my neck as I unbutton your jacket, placing my hands to the sides of your waist. We gaze into each others eyes, as I whisper, "I have always had a fantasy of making love to a gorgeous man like yourself in and elevator."

Your grin becomes a chuckle; "I have had that same fantasy, with a beautiful woman like yourself." 

Pressing your lips to mine, as you push your tongue into my mouth, probing deep into my throat. Our breathes work together, you breath out as I breath in your sexual essence. 

My hands move downward to your trousers as I undo the belt, and unsnap the opening to your love shaft. Placing my hands into your pants, my fingers reach around your huge thickness, wrapping my warm hand around it. I begin to stroke your hardness, with such a firm grip. Moving slowly up and down, making sure to feel all of your glorious rigid cock. The pulsating deep inside building, while my soft hand slides up and down on you. 

Your hands move downward to the opening of my dress, you unbutton the top button exposing the detail of my white lace bra sitting upon my breasts, you move the bra as your hand slips in feeling the suppleness of my warm rounded mounds. Your fingers begin to roll my now very erect nipple. 

A moan escapes my lips as we kiss. Your other hand moves to my arse. Pulling up the back of my dress above my arse, while you begin to caress my cheeks with your strong hands. Feeling the thong of the white lace panties, between my tight cheeks. 

My wetness builds as I feel your hands explore my body, and I continue to stroke your erect manhood with my hand. Moving my warm soft palm up and down, with firmness in my touch, the softness of my hand against your hardness excites you even more. 

Moving your hand, forward from my butt to the front of my love nest. Feeling the white lace panties, moving your finger over the silky lace while you stroke my swollen clit. Slowly, as your hand moves downward to the opening of my love nest, feeling the wetness and heat from my juices. 

You move your hand downward lifting one of my legs at the knee, as your other hand holds on to my opposite shoulder. 

I take your gorgeous hardness, with one hand, and moving my white lace panties to the side, place your cock to the opening of my glistening lips. The feel of your huge head against my warm nectar, as you push in me hard, taking my breathe away. 

My head goes back and I exhale in pleasure. Feeling your entire cock thrust deep inside my being. The walls of my honey-pot gripping your thickness, as your huge cock pushes into me, sucking you deeper into me, while stretching my opening wide. Holding my leg up, you move your hips back and forth. Driving your cock deeper inside me. Your hardness slides in and out of me, pushing harder and harder with each thrust. The pleasure in your face drives me wild, with passion. My body reacts to you as the walls of my love nest tighten around you and my juices surround you completely. Harder with each stroke you push into me, holding my leg high, so that you bury your full length within me. Harder, and harder, as you push deeper and deeper within me, moving in and out of me, harder, deeper, in and out, until the throbbing of my clit can no longer take it. 

"Oh John, I am going to cum!" I exclaim. I begin to explode over you. Your body reacts to my explosion.

"Oh yes Leah, take all of me!" You push hard into me. Driving your cock deep into my hot wetness. Pushing me hard against the elevator wall.

"Oh yes I am cumming!! Cum for me John, let me feel your hot cum hit deep inside me!"

Breathlessly, "Yes! I am going to cum too!" 

At that moment we feel movement in the elevator. It's fixed and the doors are ready to open, you reach to press the STOP button. Just in time! 

Hearing voices just above us, as we continue to stroke each other with our bodies, harder, deeper, as you push in and out of me, as your throbbing begins to explode, with mine.

"Yes John, cum for me!"

Harder you thrust into me, as moans of pleasure escape our lips. Feeling the heat of your juices hitting so deep inside of me. My body takes every drop of you as you push one last time into me. The walls of my hot honey –pot, sucking you deep inside me, with the spasms of my ecstasy. Kissing as our tongues caress each others. 

You release my leg, as I fix my suit. Smiling at you, as you fix yourself, straightening yourself up. 

Looking at me, you smile, "You ready for this?" With a giggle I reply, "As ready as I will ever be!" 

You press the button to start the elevator up again. Within a couple seconds the doors open and we both step out. Ignoring all the people standing around. Our lips laced with smiles, as we hear the muttled whispered voices behind us. 

We both begin walking in the same direction as we reach the door that says CEO. Thinking, my god, this man will go in there and tell the boss what we just did. The nervousness, and worry grows once again. 

You open the door, to the CEO's office and look at me, motioning for me to go in. I walk in slowly, not quite sure what to say or do. 

Seeing a desk, sitting next to another door. You walk around the desk to the adjoining door. I stand there, waiting for someone to come out an assist me. 

Soon you walk back to this outer office. Seeing me standing there, you smile and say, "I am sorry for the inconvenience but, my secretary quit last week without notice and I had to get the paper work and application of my next perspective new secretary... let me see she is running just a tad bit late... I wonder why? Hummm lets see what her name could be? Oh, there it is Leah Barrett. What a coincidence!" With a huge smile, "Hi my name is John Patrick, CEO of the company, and your next employer." 

What a way to meet your boss!



The Elevator



I love a good adventure, but more than that, I love men. One day, on my way to a job interview, I got into a crowded elevator, and could not help noticing this man standing at the back wall. He was about 6 feet 2 inches tall, with cold black hair and a smile that could melt an iceberg. I excused myself, pushing to get to the back of the elevator to get a closer look at this Adonis. He was dressed in an immaculate navy blue suit, white shirt, fancy tie, and a matching kerchief. I made up my mind "he's going to fuck me, before I reach the 35th floor." All at once, I realized he might not be as adventurous as I was, but the only way to find out was to set the bait. 

He was breathtakingly handsome, which made it easy to develop ideas quickly. My mind was racing, and the elevator was already moving to the fifth floor, so I had to execute my plan immediately. His eyes, deep, dark, and sexy, took me in and mesmerized me, and as I fought to keep control, he looked as though he was undressing me with those very eyes. Standing at the back of the elevator, my cohort and I watched the floors come and the people go. The smell of his cologne bought me back to the task at hand as I gave him a look that stated "this is your lucky day." Coincidentally, we both must have had the same thing on our minds, because he gave me a conceding nod. 

Slowly, he started our little rendezvous, as his hand searched for mine. The first touch was soft, yet subtle enough to decipher the sense of newness. I didn't know him and he didn't know me, but that didn't stop me from wanting him to bend me over and fuck me hard from behind. The thought of him sliding in and out of my pussy at about 20 reps a minute made my heart skip a beat or two! I imagined he would only slow down long enough to get a second wind. He would hold my hips firmly as he slowed his pace down, thrusting hard to my lowest depth. 

All of a sudden, I'm snapped out of my fantasy, as he turns sideways and rubs his $500 suit against my leg. His cock feels hard and enormous, and as soon as the elevator empties, I make plans to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. I imagine his groans of ecstasy, as I suck his cock like no one ever has. Although his shiny leather shoes scintillate power and control, it means nothing to me, because I am in control. I reach over and unbutton the jacket to his suit, just enough to expose the zipper of his pants. While I am doing this, he reaches behind me and raises my skirt searching for my entrance. Oops, no panties. I was too happy that I was feeling naughty this morning and decided not to wear any. 

He surveys my nice, round, pear-shaped ass, with his extra large hands; he squeezed and pinched until I let out a whispered moan. He forcefully grabs my hand and places it on his rock hard cock, then he places his own hand up the front of my skirt, groping to find my clit. He finds it, then massages it, sending chills down my spine. At this same moment, he takes off his jacket and folds it over his forearms; he either wants to hide his hard-on or he wants me to get in his pants. Well, little does he know, I too want to get in his pants; he opens the clasp at his waist for me and I unzip them, reaching in to find his big, thick, long cock that calls out to me. 

"Ooo, yeah," I whisper under my breath. It's hard to the touch, and pulsating under my grip. About 9 3/4 inches long I would say. My heart begins beating feverishly, from both excitement and nervousness, hoping no one else is noticing what is going on. I feel myself creaming between my legs, and it almost seems as though it's running down my inner thigh; what I wouldn't give to be able to spread eagle for him right now, just to give him a taste. Anticipation quickens my heartbeat, and I increase the pace at which I am stroking his big, thick, long cock. 

Finally, the last person is stepping off the elevator at floor #33. My floor is #35, and my heart is pounding faster and faster as the door closes, and moves on to floor #34. He begins to move toward the door with his jacket over his right arm and his briefcase in his left hand, seemingly as if he is getting off. "This must be a joke!" I scream to myself. "He cannot be getting off before he gets the chance to fuck me!" Instead he reaches over and presses the stop button, making the elevator screech to a halt. He sits his briefcase on the floor and throws his jacket on top of it; he loosens his tie, pulls his shirt out of his pants, and unbuttons it from the bottom up. His stomach was gorgeous and lined with the washboard muscles you see in magazines. His pecs were firm and huge, and thank goodness he had a hairless chest – there's something about a bare chest that takes my breath away. From where I stood gazing at him, this man was perfect, and as he moved toward me, I tried to envision the first kiss. The seconds that passed as he walked from the front to the back of the elevator seemed like hours, and my mind was rolling like a movie camera, recording the long tongue-laced kiss of a love scene. I couldn't wait to feel his mouth on mine and taste the sweetness of his saliva. He stepped in front of me, dropped his pants, and I dropped to my knees and begin sucking his big, thick, long cock. 

"Umm, I love sucking your big dick," I said between slurps. I went at it like the pro that I knew I was, pushing his big, thick, long cock in and out of my mouth. I looked up at him, and his eyes were closed as he was enjoying every minute of it. I began to lick his balls, then caressed the length of his dick with my tongue, showing him it doesn't get much better than this. He grabbed my hair and massaged it rather harshly, synonymous with his big, thick, long cock getting harder, I imagine because he is about to come. He grabbed his cock out of my mouth and spewed it all over the wall of the elevator; he was shaking as though he might pass out from the sexual gratification. The thickness and white consistency of his sperm reminded me of a vanilla milkshake – it even seemed to have the bubbly, foamy head. 

He let his cock go and it stood stiff and ready to get sucked some more. I took his head into my mouth and he let out a few very loud moans, then pushed me away. He tried hard to compose himself – I'm sure he wasn't expecting to get his rocks knocked like that. "Bewildered or not, this little rendezvous is hardly over," I think to myself as I sit back and wait patiently. "Is he waiting for his dick, or is his dick waiting for him?" I chuckled to myself. 

"Give me a second," he said in almost a whisper. I stood up and slipped out of my tight black skirt showing off nothing but a garter and stockings. I opened my white silk blouse showing off my 36D breasts in a push up bra, and then sat on the floor of the elevator, while leaning my back up against one of the walls. My legs were open spread eagle and ready for him.

"Come get some pussy, baby," the words dripped off my tongue. He seemed to conjure up newfound energy and grabbed a hold of each of my ankles and pulled me down onto my back. He then kneeled on the floor over me – his mouth covering mine. He sucked hard and grabbed my tongue, yearning to taste more of the elixir I'd doused him with; he ran his tongue around the inside of my mouth, then on the outside of my lips, on down to my chin. "Oh, yeah, nice and sloppy – just the way I like it," I thought to myself. Damn, he was a good kisser! It's been my experience, if a man kisses well, he'll eat pussy even better. It was almost as if he was reading my mind, because in the next moment, he began to eat me out. His tongue parted the lips of my wet pussy, and searched out my clit; he was working quickly, as he seemed to be an old pro at this. At the same time, he reached down with his hand, and forced his fingers inside me. He pushed his fingers in and out with such precision, I could not believe I was getting it this good. The smell of my wet, juicy pussy filled the air rather quickly, as if a fog had set in with no warning. All of a sudden, my palms started getting sweaty, as the tension of ecstasy mounted inside me. He licked me with long, full strokes that started where he was finger fucking me, and ended at my throbbing clit. With each ensuing lick, my little piece of meat was getting harder and harder, and my body was gradually giving in to him. I knew the next lick would make me lose all respect for myself, since I'm usually known for keeping a cool head. 

Here it comes…"Umm, ahh, ahh, oh shit!" I was coming with such intensity, that the climax overtook me; I was cold to the bone, and my body was completely relaxed, but still, I didn't want it to end. Again, he read my mind and gave me just what I was asking for. He climbed in-between my legs and penetrated me with such force that he knocked the wind out of me. His big, thick, long cock felt so good I began grabbing his ass, trying to pull him into my pussy hole. He was thrusting in and out so hard, I almost felt like he was going to push his cock through my ass. By now, he had my legs over his shoulders and my head was anchored against the back elevator wall. He continued to ram my pussy with such force, I succumbed to his manliness. With no warning, he decided to change positions, and flipped me over so that he could enter me from behind. His penetration was so powerful, it ignited the stirring of a fire within me - I think he may have brushed my G-spot along the way. He began fucking me like a mad man, and his big, thick, long cock, filled my pussy up completely; I was on all fours, and he was in a bent over stance behind me. As he started to climax, he grabbed the front of my thighs and began thrusting so hard and fast he was making me orgasm repeatedly. He had to feel the sex getting more slippery by the second, as my creamy cum splattered his long, thick cock. My pussy grabbed his dick each time he stuck me, squeezing and forcing him to surrender to the inevitable eruption. When he came, he pulled his dick out and sprayed his cum all over my ass. I quickly turned and was still able to get half of it in my mouth. He watched me suck his cock and swallow his cum for a moment or so. He looked as though he was impressed with my performance.

Finally, he pulled up his pants, tucked in his shirt, zipped up, and walked over to hit the start button. That was my cue to do the same. He gave me his kerchief to wipe his cum off my ass, and when I finished, he wiped off the wall. I slid back into my skirt, buttoned my blouse, and tried to fix my hair as best as I could. 

He got off at the 34th floor, and believe it or not, we never said a word to one another. As he stepped off the elevator, he gave me his card and said call him sometime; we both smiled, and the elevator doors closed. It was a good thing I was a half-hour early, since it was now 9:15 - all of this took about fifteen minutes or so, and I still had time before my 9:30 job interview. I read the name on the card in my hand just as the elevator reached the 35th floor. When the doors opened, the name J. D. Jennings Company greeted me. The same name was on the card he gave me. It seems I had just fucked the President of the company with whom I had a job interview.

"Oh, shit. Now you've done it," I scolded myself. I land an interview with one of the most prestigious architectural firms in New York, and I go and fuck it up because I wanted to get fucked. I duck into the ladies room to pee and comb my hair, then I nervously arranged, then rearranged my portfolio. I took in a deep breath and headed for the front desk.

"I'm here for an interview with Ms. Jenson…my name is Alexis Strong."

"I'll let her know you're here," the receptionist replied.

The lobby was wonderfully decorated in sand and creamy shades, while dark wood trim adorned the walls and furniture. There were 4 large picture windows that allowed you to view all of the downtown area, as well as the suburbs. I could imagine myself daydreaming in my corner office on a Friday afternoon as I gazed out into the distance. I fell into a fantasy about Mr. Jennings and I getting cozy in his penthouse apartment - nothing but the best when you're wealthy. 

The phone rings at 1:00 a.m., and as I glance at the clock, I wonder who could be calling me at this hour.

"Hello," I answer in a sleepy whisper.

"Alex…this is Jeff. Did I wake you?" Mr. Jennings sounded apologetic.

"That's OK. Is everything all right?"

"Everything is fine. I couldn't sleep…you've been on my mind all day. I was wondering if you could come over for a while?"

"Excuse me?" I was sure I had heard him wrong.

"I need to see you…do you think you could come over? My address is 1123 Acre Drive…I'll be waiting for you."

"Jeff…it's late."

"Alex…I need to see you. I wouldn't call if it weren't important, please…"

"Can we discuss it over the phone?" In my own way, I was playing hard to get. He wanted sex, but he wasn't asking for it, so I was going to make him squirm a little – maybe even beg.

"I have to see you," he chimed again.

"Why is it so important for you to see me? We'll be at work in less than eight hours…can't we take care of it then?" I threw out the bait, and was waiting for my catch.

"Alex, please just come by."

"If I come, I come – what will I get in return?" I was purposely backing him into a corner.

"It's a secret. You won't find out until you get here." He wasn't biting like I wanted him to.

"Jeff, is this about sex?"

"Why would you say that. I just need to talk to you, that's all," he fought to sound innocent.

"OK, give me a half hour." I was wide-awake now, and my pussy had been aching for him for the last ten days, since our elevator escapade. I took a quick shower, dabbed some Christian Dior behind my ears and on my wrists, put on some stiletto heels with a pair of sheer thongs and matching bra, then covered it all with a trench coat. I hoped I was on point – if not, I might look really silly if sex wasn't on his mind, too. 

I arrived at his house forty-five minutes later, due to taking a wrong turn and getting lost. I rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer. When he finally opened the door, I was greeted by those sexy firm pecs and some silk pajama pants. He had sex written all over his face and his body language verified the same.

"Thanks for coming over – come on in," he said as he invited me in.

"So what's so important?" I asked as I stepped just inside the foyer.

"I wanted to taste you again," he whispered in my ear.

Chills ran rampant all through me as he pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. His tongue was warm and insistent as he smothered me with his passion. He opened my coat and received an eye full.

"You look beautiful," he said, as he kneeled and kissed my stomach. With one hand he caressed my breasts, the other he ran between my legs where he was greeted by my nice, moist, horny pussy.

"Oh, ssss, umm," escaped my lips while I began to disrobe. Jeff was kissing the front of my thighs and teasingly running his tongue up and down the inside part. His hands were soft and they explored my body slowly and exactly. 

"Turnaround, I want to eat you from behind," Jeff said, as he helped me to stand with my hands on the wall as if I was being frisked. His fingers tugged on each side of my skimpy thongs, as he seemed to effortlessly remove them. He made sure my feet were away from the wall and spread far apart. Jeff licked from the top of my ass down to my dripping pussy; the cream was running wild, and he was licking up every bit. He ended up sitting on the floor with his back to wall, allowing himself the chance to get at my pulsating clit; it was aching for a release. With the tip of his tongue, he moved my clit from side to side with quick, wet strokes. His fingers played inside me arousing inner emotions screaming to be free. I could feel the tension building in my clit as I tried to concentrate on the quick deliberate motion of Jeff's tongue. 

"I'm coming, ohh shit, you're making me come!" My creamy cum squirted all over Jeff's hand and arm, while he let his tongue slide down to my pussy hole to lap up as much of my honey as he could. I was content for the time being, but I knew that would be short-lived, due to the fact that one orgasm was never enough.

"Come with me," he said, as he scrambled to his feet. The house was dimly lit, but I could see it was exquisitely furnished. The living room was spacious with a big beautiful fireplace against the west wall. I could see there was a fire blazing in yellow and orange flames, while the popping and cracking sounds that filled the room had the marks of foreplay written all over them. The incredible aroma of burning wood further titillated my senses. Jeff had large pillows, several blankets, a bottle of white wine from France, and a tray of fruit and cheeses waiting for our indulgence. I watched him pop the cork and pour two beautiful crystal flutes full of wine, as I made myself comfortable amidst the pillows. He put several pieces of fruit and cheese on a plate for me to eat, leaned over to kiss me, then seductively proceeded to feed me a strawberry dipped in chocolate and whip cream. He licked the remains from the corners of my mouth and lips as we became involved in a wet, animated kiss.

"Miss Strong? I'm Sarah Jenson. I've heard nothing but good things about you," she said as she extended her hand for me to shake.

"Pleased to meet you." She had startled me in the core of my fantasy. Sarah Jenson looked to be forty-something, with long black hair that fell just above her shoulders. She wore a conservative dark brown suit with a mock turtleneck sweater. Her heels were about three inches high, making an otherwise boring outfit show a sense of spark. She had a beautiful smile, and as we walked down the corridor, she was more than a bit chatty.

"I feel very fortunate to have someone of your caliber seeking employment with our modest firm. After working with some of the big boys, I'm sure you will find the atmosphere here to be warm, yet friendly. We consider this to be a home away from home," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I look forward to coming aboard and working hard to help put this firm on the map," I said brimming with confidence. I had in fact worked with the largest architectural firm in New York: Shoen, Burk and Jones, and had left due to sexual harassment charges against one of the partners. To make a long story short, I sued, we settled out of court, and I won $250,000. The company's reputation couldn't stand the press, so they paid me to keep quiet. I was originally suing for $1,000,000, but I didn't want my name smeared any more than they did. I had slept with an architect who was the son of one of the partners; daddy heard I was good and wanted a piece of the action too. He couldn't very well let his son outdo him, but as it turns out, he outdid himself, and cost his firm a great deal of money in the process. I watched Ms. Jenson as she looked through my portfolio; undoubtedly she was very impressed and wanted my expertise here at J. D. Jennings, Co. I, on the other hand, just wanted Mr. Jennings.

"Everything is in order, Miss Strong. I'd like to set you up for a second interview with Mr. Jennings on Friday afternoon. How's 2:00?"

"That's fine," I had mixed emotions, considering my past with him. I was worried that I might not get the job based on my weaknesses, when in fact I was a damn good architect. It was obvious I was at his mercy. Hopefully I fucked him so well he would want to have me around, if only for the sake of spontaneity.

"During the second interview Mr. Jennings will discuss the particulars of the position with you, including salary and benefits." We got up and walked to the door. "Again, it was wonderful meeting you, Alex," Ms. Jenson replied with her hand extended as we waited for the elevator.




The Elevator



"It was wonderful meeting you, too," I said as the doors closed and I headed down to the parking garage. On my drive home, I was on an emotional roller coaster due to the day's activities. On a positive note, I chose to complete my fantasy about Mr. Jennings.

Mr. Jennings gave me a glass of the white wine, which I dismissed in one gulp. We stood up as our bodies swayed to the soft slow words of a love song and our lips became entangled in a relentless kiss. Jeff picked me up, all the while never ceasing the kiss, and took me into his bedroom suite. It was enormous, with a king-sized bed on the south wall, and it was overlooking a gorgeous garden full of gladiolas, chrysanthemums, roses, and such. The lights were dimmed as Jeff lay me onto soft silk sheets that cascaded around my shapely curves. I removed my bra as I waited to see what his next move would be. I felt his warm hands pick up and caress one of my feet, then the tip of his tongue teased the bottom of my foot from heel to toe.

"Oh, sss, that feels good." I watched him in awe, as he seemed to enjoy giving me so much pleasure. He licked and sucked each toe individually as I was slowly losing control of my faculties. "Damn him," I thought to myself, I didn't usually respond this way to just anyone, but he definitely had my number, and was pushing me to heights unimaginable after only one sexual encounter. Jeff was different from the other men I had slept with in that he seemed to get off on pleasing me to the fullest extent; he didn't just want me to orgasm, he wanted me to have multiple orgasms. He was truly a ladies man, from his good looks, down to his paycheck – with the most admirable quality being that he was a good fuck in bed. 

"Now I want to make love to you," he whispered in my ear as he slowly and gently slid his enormous cock into me. Talk about elation, I was the happiest woman alive.

"Umm, oh yes, fuck that pussy, baby!" I was kneading my fingers into his shoulders and back. Our movements were deliberate and calculated, as we tried to hold back the ultimate climax for as long as we could. My nerve endings were standing alert as I concentrated on each and every thrust. Jeff's deep breathing filled my ears while his tongue explored my neck and mouth mercilessly. I was hanging on the edge waiting to plunge into the deep abyss of pleasure that he had created for me. I could never have imagined sharing this depth of emotions with anyone, definitely not someone I barely knew. I was clutching at Jeff and grabbing handfuls of the silk sheet, with my head bent back and my hips writhing – I was having the orgasm of my life.

I came out of my fantasy just as I pulled into my driveway, with my only thought being to go inside, pour myself a glass of wine, and slip into a nice, hot bath. I lit a dozen or so scented candles and adorned the bathroom basin and ledge of the bathtub, as my toes playfully swirled and pushed the bubbles to and from as the water gushed from the faucet. As I submerged my body into the steamy water, my only intention was to drown today's activities from my mind, then try and concentrate on the impending interview on Friday afternoon. The phone rang just as I was drifting off and startled me. I grabbed a towel to dry one of my hands, then reached for the cordless phone lying nearby.

"Hello," I answered impatiently.

"Miss Strong, please," the masculine voice on the other end inquired.

"This is she," I answered, not knowing to whom the stunning voice belonged.

"Hi, this is John – I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time," he answered apologetically.

"John? I don't believe I've made your acquaintance."

"Um, actually you have. Maybe it would refresh your memory if I told you that our meeting has left me more than a little curious."

My heart started to beat faster, as I sought to convince myself that this could not be Mr. Jennings. I had only guessed that his first name was Jeff, but obviously John was a consideration also. "The elevator?" The question was more of a statement.

"Yes, the elevator," he confessed. "I haven't been able to get you off my mind since this morning…I've never experienced passion like that before, and I can't quite put my finger on why things clicked the way they did between us. I can't say that I'm used to encounters such as that, but I'm glad I didn't shy away from it either," he came off as being such a gentleman. "I was very attracted to you right from the beginning and the intimacy has only intensified my first thoughts of you."

I didn't know what to say, he had said it all, further lending to the fantasy I had indulged about him. Was it possible that we had embraced love at first sight, from an intense side? "I…I don't know what to say," I blurted out.

"The reason I called is…I thought maybe we could go out to dinner…tonight?"

"Tonight? You've really put me on the spot, John, I thought you were calling to tell me that screwing your new boss wasn't a wise decision. I was ready to defend myself by saying I didn't know you were associated with J. D. Jennings, Co.," I responded, then chuckled lightly.

"You know the job is yours, besides that's not what I called to talk to you about."

"I don't know anything of the sort, besides I haven't even had my interview yet," I started enjoying this whole scenario.

"You haven't accepted my dinner invitation yet; I could pick you up at 5:30. Does that work for you?"

"That works just fine, and since you have my phone number, I'm sure you have my address too," I responded, trying to be a wise ass.

"I'll see you at 5:30," he said as he hung up. He never answered my question.

I finished my bath and tried to relax until it was time for my date. I picked out a sexy, low-cut black dress that rested about two inches above my knees, and was extremely tight fitting. I hoped he would like my choice, not that I believed he wouldn't.


I heard John's car horn blow promptly at 5:30 p.m. I grabbed my handbag and rushed to the door to be greeted by an exquisite white BMW; it fit his disposition perfectly.

"Hi," I said as John opened the passenger door for me.

"You look great," he smiled at me. He closed my door and went around and got in the other side. He leaned over and kissed me on my cheek as we started to the restaurant. 

The rest of the night was an incredible blur, as John was the epitome of good manners; he literally swept me off my feet. The food was outstanding and the conversation was enlightening, but I couldn't help focusing on how the night would end. "I would love to end up in his arms tonight, consumed by the most passionate lovemaking I had ever experienced," I thought to myself. At that moment we pulled up in front of my house. John turned and looked at me as if needing my permission to invite himself in. I took the bait and ran with it.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked innocently.

"You must be reading my mind," he offered.

"Just like I thought you were reading my mind this morning in the elevator."

"That was chemistry this morning. It's chemistry right now, too," he said as we engaged in a fiery kiss. 

We stepped out of the car and proceeded up the walk to my house. We couldn't keep our hands or mouths off each other. John took my key to the door and opened it while we backed in still kissing and caressing one another. I didn't want to make love here by the door, I wanted to slip between the sheets and enjoy all the grandeur that comes when you make love with someone you're enchanted by. I broke away from John's embrace and headed upstairs to the master bedroom. Real quick like I reached over and turned on the jet to the fireplace. Flames shot up and blazed brightly only seconds after my command, while John grabbed and held me tight. I could feel his heart beating profusely while I strained my neck back to meet his waiting lips with my own burning desire. He brushed my neck and shoulders with his lips, as he pulled my dress away from my body; I then watched him take off his clothes. We embraced again – holding, kissing, and caressing the depths of our passion. Finally, we lay on the bed, and John smothered my body with soft, sweet, intense kisses as he covered my body with his own. He penetrated me ever so gently – each succeeding thrust proving more conclusive than the previous one. Tonight was different from this morning, because now we were making love – not fucking like in the elevator, but something much more meaningful. I don't think I ever believed in love at first sight, but today I had become a believer. Our bodies were drenched with the perspiration of love. My body had become foreign to me – its actions guided by its own agenda; I was simply along for the ride. John had expended a lot of energy and lay with his face buried in the pillow.

"Are you OK?" I asked in a worried tone.

"Just getting my second wind," he whispered in my ear, sending chills all through me. Before he finished his sentence, I could feel his dick once again growing inside me – throbbing and insisting on yet another climax. John moved with a sense of urgency as he again thrust his manhood into my slippery walls of love. We both began to reach for the inevitable, that which was still unseen, yet we still craved it. Our bodies were twisting, turning, grabbing, arching, and bucking like wild, untamed stallions, only wanting to be free.

We lay exhausted at the expense of our passion. John wanted me to start work bright and early Monday morning. As reckless as it sounded, I was going to enjoy being fucked by this President.



The Elevator



Hi, I am Indian girl working in USA. I am 26 years old with nice figure(38/25/36). I am around 5 feet 3 inches in height. I was in N.Y. visiting a friend of mine who lives in a big apartment building in the center of town. I arrived there about noon for lunch and spent the whole day just talking about old times. I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost midnight! I couldn't believe how fast the time went by! We said our good-byes and I left.

Walking down to the elevator, I noticed that, for an expensive apartment building, there wasn't very much light in the hallways. As I pushed the button for the elevator, I saw a group of men standing in the hallway saying their good-byes to a bunch of people. They must've had a good time because they were all laughing and talking. They left and headed towards the elevator. I looked at them and they said, "Hi". Of course, being the friendly person that I was, I said, "Hi" back. We stood there for awhile waiting for the elevator to arrive. I could hear movement behind me but I was pretending to ignore it, when I felt an arm reach around me and stop the elevator and by the look in their eyes, I knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was also very excited! The oldest of the men seemed to be in charge.

Before I knew what was happening I was grabbed by the two younger men and forced onto the floor! I hit my head and cried out in pain!! One of them ripped off the top of my dress, while the other one tore off my stockings. As they started to unzip their pants the older guy yelled, "Hey! I'm first!" He pulled down his pants and lay on top of me while the other two held me down.

I could feel his hot breath on my face as he started kissing me! I turned my head from side to side, trying to keep his lips from touching mine, but he grabbed my head with both hands and held me still. As his lips touched mine, I opened my mouth and bit him! His head came up and at the same time his hand came down and hit me across the face and in my mouth. I heard him say, "Do that again bitch, and I'll kill you!" The look of fear in my eyes seemed to please him, so he continued.

I could feel his mouth on my face and felt it move slowly down to my neck. His un-shaven face rubbing against my skin hurt, but I was too terrified to say anything. I could feel his mouth and tongue move slowly down my body. Then his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them with such force that I had to yell! He just looked at me and laughed. My pain seemed to give him pleasure so he lowered his head and started sucking on my nipples, gently at first but then he sucked harder. I felt his teeth bite down on my nipple while his hands squeezed harder and harder on my tits. He went from one nipple to the other, biting and sucking; biting and sucking until he was satisfied. I'd never felt so helpless in my life!

Then I felt one hand move down my body to my pussy. He put his hand on my pussy and just rubbed it back and forth and seemed pleased when he felt its wetness. Removing his mouth from my tit, he licked his way down the rest of my body until he had to slide his body off mine and onto the floor to put his head between my legs. With one hand, he spread my pussy lips and with the other, he stuck his finger deep inside me.

At first he was gentle, but then suddenly he just went crazy!! It felt like he shoved his whole hand into me!! It hurt like hell, but it seemed the more I yelled, the harder he shoved his hand into me! I almost passed out from the intense pain he was inflicting and his mouth took over. He ran his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, then flicked it across my now hardened clit. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy as his tongue licked it from top to bottom. Then his lips went around my clit and he started sucking for all he was worth! I didn't want to enjoy it, but all the while he was doing that, I kept thinking, "Damn, this guy can really eat pussy!" As he ate me his hands went up underneath me and I felt his finger go up my ass and the pain I felt made me yell out again. As I lay there with my eyes closed, yelling, I heard him say to his friends, "Shut her up!"

I closed my eyes tighter, thinking I was going to get hit again, when I felt a cock against my lips. I opened my mouth to say no, but he shoved his cock deep into my mouth before I could utter a word. It made me gag, but I tried not to let him see that. He kept shoving it in and out, telling me to "Suck on it!" Afraid to do anything, I had no choice. Not wanting to admit to myself that sucking a cock and being eaten at the same time was really turning me on!!!

As I sucked his cock, the older man sat up and said, "She's ready, make her kneel on all fours!" They lifted me up and I knelt on my hands and knees. I felt the older man rub his cock up against my ass and say, "First, bitch, I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy, and then I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" All I could do was moan, because I had the other guy's cock inside my mouth. He thrust into my pussy harder than I'd ever had it done before! Putting both hands on my ass he pulled his cock in and out, shoving it in deeper and deeper with every thrust. It hurt, but at the same time, felt fantastic!

The faster he pumped, the faster I sucked his friend's cock. Being fucked and sucking cock turned me on more than I cared to admit. As the rhythm got faster and faster I could hear them start to moan, and I knew they were getting ready to cum. I sucked harder and harder,and he came in my mouth the same time his friend came in my pussy. I felt the pulse in his cock start to beat faster and I knew he was close. With one last thrust into my pussy, I felt his cum shoot deep into me and I sucked the cock in my mouth harder until I felt him start to cum and stick his cock deep down my throat. I could feel his cum sliding down my throat, and I swallowed every drop. Hearing my moans of pleasure, the older man said, "You love it, don't you bitch?!?"

I nodded my head in agreement. Now in your tight little ass!" The youngest of the three was sitting there with his cock in his hand, when the the older guy said to him, "I want you to stick your cock up her pussy while I fuck her in the ass!" By now I was starting to feel very tired, but the thought of having 3 men fucking me brought me back to life. So, while the oldest of the three stuck his cock into my ass, the youngest one shoved his cock into my pussy, while his brother (I assumed) started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.

We all seemed to be moving as one. I was never without a cock inside me. My loud moans of pleasure and pain could be heard throughout the elevator. They started pumping faster and faster and I sucked faster and faster. The older guy kept smacking me on the ass, but it felt good!! After what seemed like hours, the older guy came first and shot his hot cum all over my ass! Then I sucked harder and harder until I made the cock in my mouth cum, and finally I felt his brother start to cum and I just lay on the floor, exhausted.

As I lay there I felt the elevator suddenly start to move again, and I saw the guys putting their clothes back on. I looked around for the top of my dress, wanting to cover myself up before the elevator reached the first floor. As I saw the numbers get closer and closer to the first floor, the elevator didn't stop, but kept going down into the basement. I was glad, because I didn't want anyone to see what had happened! As the doors opened They thanked me for the good time! Maybe we can do it again sometime!" I heard them laughing as they walked away.

I got up and (before they changed their minds about leaving), quickly pushed the button to go back to my friend's apartment. As the elevator went slowly up higher and higher, I prayed that it didn't stop and someone got on! Finally, it reached the top floor, and I got off and headed back to my friends apartment...don't forget to send your feedback.