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Top Floor, Please
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TOP FLOOR, PLEASE.......
This had to be the tallest building I'd ever seen. We stood on the
sidewalk, heads tilted back, staring up to the very top which was
hardly visible with the sunlight bouncing prisms off the shiny glass
windows. Were we really going all the way up to the top? I was
starting to wonder if I could actually make it. I've always been
somewhat claustrophobic as well as being scared of heights. I
couldn't imagine riding all the way to the top of this building in an
elevator. But the stairs were absolutely out of the question!
"Ready?" he asked, taking my elbow and guiding me toward the
entrance. I allowed him to lead me forward, my head still tilted
toward the sky. Once we passed under the awning of the building and
the sun disappeared behind the structure, my head came to a normal
position and I looked forward into the lobby. It was a beautiful
area, all new and expensively decorated. Lavish was a more
appropriate word. It was an office building, but the ground floor was
specifically designed for comfort. Large, soft leather sofas littered
the huge living-room-like entry-way. There was a bar off to the left
with elegant brass stools and a restaurant to the right that seemed to
be quite full considering it was early afternoon on a weekday. Who
were these people? Didn't they work? Here? I wondered incessantly
how and why they were here. They looked like they were simply having
a big party or something, not that they were having lunch or taking a
break from work.
I looked around curiously as we walked toward an information desk
directly inside the revolving door. His arm still around my waist,
holding me firmly but gently next to him, we stopped at the desk and
he asked the receptionist there where such and such suite was. I
wasn't paying enough attention to hear the number or anything, I was
too busy being awe-struck at this unique office building. The
receptionist, who was quite attractive, smiled at us and told him to
take the elevator to the top floor and follow the signs once we
exited. "You should have no problem finding it," she said and beamed
at him. Figures. The pretty women were always flirting with him. Who
could blame them, though? He was gorgeous and sexy and
authoritative. A perfect blend of masculinity and sensitivity that
was irresistible, and it seemed to draw people, especially women, to
him like bees to honey.
He thanked her with a sexy smile of his own and glanced at me. I
was watching their exchange with a mixture of jealousy and amusement.
It bothered me to an extent to see his interest in other women, I
wanted to be the one he looked at with lust and desire. On the other
hand, I fully expected his intrigue and was always surprised when he
didn't comment or take an interest in a woman that I thought was
particularly attractive. I always expected him to look (most often
leer) at other women, but I only hoped that his desire was for me
alone. At least while we were together. I knew I would probably
never be enough for him, but I wanted to be enough for now.
He looked into my eyes like he was reading my mind. He smiled an
even sexier smile at me and moved his hand from my waist down to my
ass cheek and squeezed hard, running his finger up my crack as he
returned his hand to my waist. I blushed and smiled and felt the
wetness seeping out of my pussy and greasing my thighs lightly. Shit,
I hated when this happened, which was quite often due to the fact that
he was always arousing me or making me arouse myself or that I was
simply thinking about him. Regardless, it always made for an
uncomfortable feeling for me because I could never be sure if I was
wet enough to cause a stain on my clothing (he never allowed me to
wear panties), or if it would start running down my legs and others
would notice. I was wearing a new spring outfit. A beautiful coral
skirt and jacket and I knew if I had to sit down at all my juice would
certainly leave an "impression". I didn't want to ruin the skirt, but
more importantly, I didn't want to make a spectacle of myself in the
middle of this impressive, elegant building. I did as I usually do:
pray!
We walked away from the reception desk and toward the elevators.
As we passed the bar, several of the businessmen seated there turned
to look in our direction. I have to admit, although I'm not usually
willing to acknowledge when I look nice, the color of the suit and my
mood certainly made me feel beautiful, and I can only assume that it
radiated from me and was quite noticeable to others as well. The men
smiled at me and shot him something of an envious, "way to go, bud",
kind of look and one even raised his glass in my direction. I smiled
back at them, feeling terribly flirtatious and sexy. His grip around
my waist tightened slightly in a gentle hug. "They all want to fuck
you, you know," he whispered to me. "How does it feel to make five
men you don't even know and have not even spoken to want to rip your
clothes off and fill all of your wanton little holes?"
His words ripped through me electrically. I felt a drop of juice
fall from my pussy lips and catch itself on my thigh before hitting
the floor. It continued it's journey down my leg, certainly visible
with a trail of wetness on my stocking and I felt it's last touch near
my calf. Oh, God, please don't let anyone be looking too closely! My
pussy continued to flow as we walked. I was blushing, I know, and I
couldn't even reply to his question from embarrassment and lust. I
wished he would stop, lay me across that bar, push my skirt up to my
waist and fuck me hard and fast while all of those men watched us.
This brief fantasy didn't help my "faucet" problem any at all. I was
getting even wetter. I finally found my voice by the time we reached
the elevators and said, quietly, "I like knowing that other men want
to fuck me, and that they won't ever be able to because I belong to
you. I'm YOUR fuck- toy, only you can fill my slave holes, MASTER."
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my little slave." he said
wickedly. "As your MASTER, if I want all those men at the bar to fuck
you silly, I can order you to lie there and take them all in your
slutty body. That would be a wonderful sight. All those cocks
stuffing themselves into your tight holes......" He drifted off into
fantasy for a moment, purposefully, allowing me to think about what he
had said. Of course, he was right. If he wanted to order me to lie
down on this tile floor and let every man in this building fuck me, he
could. And I would obey him. I liked the idea of being that
submissive, but I didn't want any other man inside me except him. I
prayed he would never exercise that right.
We had reached the elevators and he reached over to push the UP
button. We waited patiently for one of the elevators to reach the
ground floor. I loved being here with him, alone. It was such an
extremely rare experience. We were never alone for more than a few
hours at the most, and those times were few and far between. Luck, or
sheer desperation of will on my part, had brought us to this building
on this semi-vacation. He had business here, I assumed, since he was
in town for business, but I had simply managed to escape my
responsibilities for a few days and join him for the sheer amusement.
I could hardly wait to get to the hotel and fuck his brains out. I
hoped his business obligations weren't too prevalent. I just wanted
to stay in bed with him the whole time and do wild, decadent things.
The bell rang and the towering, gold-plated doors opened smoothly.
About ten people exited and we entered, along with about twelve others
who had joined us to wait. It hadn't registered what the receptionist
had told him when he asked for directions. I wasn't thinking about
going all the way to the top of this horribly tall building in this
elevator. As I looked at the button panel and saw all of the floors'
numbers, I suddenly realized that we were going nearly to heaven! I
started to get a little nervous; I've always been a little
apprehensive in elevators. Just as I was working up a good anxiety
attack, I turned to look at him and, to my horror, saw for the first
time that the back of the elevator was glass! It was located on the
outside of the building, so as you rode, you could look down over the
city. I hadn't noticed when we entered because I was looking down,
watching my step, and also because there was a wall outside the window
on the ground floor, so it wasn't noticeable. I grabbed his hand and
whispered in his ear, "The back of this elevator is glass! I don't
think I can stand going all the way to the top in this. I'm scared to
death! Can't we take a different elevator? Please?"
He simply smiled at me and shook his head. "No, dear, there isn't
another elevator. Besides, it'll be good for you." I hated when he
said that, which was whenever he made me do something I especially
didn't want to do.
"No, you don't understand. I'm scared of heights and I'm a little
claustrophobic, this is horrible. Please, let me wait in the lobby
for you, I can't do this."
"Hush. You'll be fine, just don't look down."
About half the people who had gotten on when we did had now exited
to their respective floors and there were only about five people,
including us, left in the elevator. He put his arm around my waist
again and guided me backwards toward the glass panel. I completely
resisted him, almost pulling away, not wanting to be any closer to the
glass than necessary. "No, please, can't we stay up front?" I
pleaded. He continued to pull me toward him and the glass, not
allowing my feeble attempts to deter him whatsoever.
A couple of the men in the elevator were looking at us. One of
them was looking at my legs and flicking his eyes upward toward my
breasts. Of course, my MASTER noticed this immediately and jumped at
the chance to use his power. He leaned down and whispered very
quietly to me, "Do you see that man staring at your slave body?"
"Yes," I answered tightly, still terribly anxious and nervous. I
wasn't up to playing this game right now. His hand moved down to my
ass and slowly began inching my skirt up my thighs. The man's eyes
darted in the direction of the movement of his hand, seeing that it
was on my ass. Now, he could clearly see that he was moving my skirt
up to expose my body. He blatantly stared as the material moved
farther and farther up until it fell back over his hand which was
resting comfortably on my bare cheek. He squeezed it hard, making me
jump. "Stop," I said, trying to gain my composure. In answer to my
insubordinate command, he slapped my ass hard enough to make a couple
of the other people turn in our direction and the man staring at us to
shift his weight uncomfortably to try to hide the obvious bulge in his
pants. I stifled a small cry and blushed deeply, trying desperately
to hide my face somewhere. Of course, that was impossible.
He looked down at me sternly and as my eyes pleaded with him, his
index finger moistened itself in my still damp crotch and forced its
way into my tight asshole. My eyes must have been as big as
half-dollars! I couldn't believe he was doing this to me! I was
afraid I'd just die right there. What if the man could tell what he
was doing? It was bad enough that he knew he had slapped my ass and
was fondling it, but what if he could tell his finger was slowly,
insistently, probing my hole? My MASTER was being particularly cruel
today for some reason. He knows how hot it makes me to have something
in my asshole. He also knows exactly how and where to pump his finger
to make me come almost immediately. He was going to show off this
ability, I could just tell.
The man was watching us intently and this damn elevator seemed to
be taking forever! I hoped he wasn't going to the same floor we were,
that would be truly embarrassing. Worse, what if he was the person we
were going to see? These thoughts were quickly pushed from my mind as
I began to fight desperately from moaning and crying as I felt the
orgasm building inside me. The doors opened and closed several times
more and the rest of the people left the elevator. It was just the
man and us. I glanced at the panel and noticed that there was another
button besides ours that was lit. Thank God! At least he would be
getting off before we do. Only a floor below us, however. We still
had about five more floors to go.
I hadn't been looking over my shoulder, so I had no idea how high
we actually were. Had I looked then, I probably would have passed
out. Instead, I concentrated on trying to get his finger out of my
ass or at least to quit fucking me. He felt me trying to pull away
from him and moved with me, pinning me against the back of the
elevator and the side wall. I couldn't move in any direction except
forward and that would be terribly obvious. So, I was stuck.
Literally, and in more ways than one. The man stood farther toward
the front and now tried not to stare, as he was the only other person
left and it would be too obvious. He kept looking over his shoulder,
however, as the smell from my hot pussy and ass began to become
apparent in the rather small space that we occupied.
"It's getting rather warm in here, don't you think?" my MASTER
suddenly asked the man. I thought I would die! What was he doing to
me? The man turned toward us and nodded politely, running his eyes
over my body and stopping to rest them on my MASTER's hand moving
obscenely beneath my skirt. I lowered my eyes so that I wouldn't have
to look at him and see the expression on his face. I could sense my
MASTER was smiling wickedly as he enjoyed his little game. I could've
slapped him! Of course, had I done that, I probably would have found
myself with more than a finger inside my ass.
His finger began pumping me harder and harder, building an intense
orgasm in me. I kept glancing at the panel, willing the elevator to
reach the man's floor quicker. I knew I was going to explode any
minute and I certainly didn't want to do it in front of an audience.
There was no way for me to conceal it, I'm very vocal when I come.
Damn, why does he do this stuff to me? I hadn't been bad at all
today, except for the comment for him to stop pulling me back toward
the glass. This punishment was cruel and unusual in my opinion.
I started breathing harder and deeper, moving my hips slowly on his
intruding finger. Oh, God, it felt so good! I wished it was his
cock. I grabbed the hand-rail on the wall to steady myself and licked
my lips nervously. My change in breathing caught the man's attention
once more and he glanced back at us again. "You know, she really
likes it in the ass," my MASTER said casually as the elevator came to
a stop. His finger fucked me harder and faster and hit exactly the
right spot to send me over the edge. I tried valiantly to fight it
and ignore his last remark. The man turned to get off the elevator as
the door opened at his floor. He turned toward us as the doors
started to close and my MASTER commanded me, "Come, slut!" The last
image that man saw as the doors closed quietly in front of him was of
my MASTER's hand working fervently under my skirt and my mouth open
and gasping as I came. My moans and cries filled the elevator and,
I'm sure, seeped out of the doors into his ears as he watched the
elevator move slowly up to the next floor.
After I had regained a little of my strength and composure, and his
finger had removed itself from my asshole, I turned toward him and
glared. "How could you do that to me? That was absolutely horrible!"
He smiled warmly at me and cocked his head to the side. "Funny,
sounded like you were having a pretty good time to me," he said and
pulled his handkerchief from his pocket to clean my juices from his
fingers. He laughed slowly and patted my ass as I tried to readjust
my skirt to a normal position. My face was hot and my pussy felt like
liquid fire. I needed to be fucked for real. Fucked hard and deep
with a big cock. HIS big cock. "I think our friend really enjoyed
watching you get off," he added as the elevator stopped on the top
floor. "Too bad he didn't get to see anything really exciting. I
should have had you bend over and show him your ass and pussy."
"No, I think you've done enough," I said. I had to admit, damn it,
the experience had really excited me in spite of myself. He knew
exactly how and when to get me so totally hot, I'd do anything. This
was not only the most maddening thing about him, but also the most
intriguing and exciting thing. It drove me crazy sometimes, but
excited me so much I could hardly stand it. Therefore, no matter how
mad I got at him for doing these things, I never really wanted him to
stop.
The door opened and I gasped as I saw not a suite of offices, but
the open air and the city skyline. We were on the roof! His arm
wrapped around my waist and he led me from the elevator onto the
black top of the roof. I was shaking. I couldn't take being this far
up, I was starting to hyper-ventilate. "No, no, I can't!" I screamed
at him pulling back toward the elevator.
"Sshh. It's ok. I'm not going to take you to the edge. Just a few
steps. It'll help you get over being scared of heights."
"No! I really can't. I'm going to have a heart attack!" I
collapsed onto the pavement, sitting with my hands around my knees and
my head buried between my chest and knees. I was never more scared in
my entire life. Please, I just wanted to go back to the hotel. This
was too much.
"Hey, honey, I'm sorry. Are you ok? I didn't mean to scare you
that much. We don't have to move, ok? I'll call the elevator back up
and we'll go back down." He must have realized how upset I really
was. He kneeled beside me and put his arms around my shoulders,
kissing my neck and hair. He stroked my back and then moved his hands
to my breasts. I started to yell at him, but his fingers played with
my nipples and reached inside my low-cut jacket to pinch them gently.
I forgot that I was scared and angry and let the warm arousal flow
through my body. This was his tactic to get me to forget where I was
until the elevator got there, and it was working beautifully. He
leaned forward and kissed my mouth hotly. His tongue worked down my
throat and fucked at it gently. I loved the way he kissed! He could
get me wet just by kissing me. I reached between his legs and felt
his cock. It was big and hard and straining against his pants. I
thought briefly about pulling it out and sucking him off, but then I
heard the ding of the elevator button. That was quick, thank God! I
don't think I could've stayed up there much longer.
The doors opened and the empty elevator welcomed us inside. I
jumped into it like it was a warm bed or something and he follow
behind me. The doors closed and we began our descent to the ground.
I thought I would be ready to kiss the ground once we reached it! I
leaned heavily against the wall of the elevator, trying to get my
breathing to return to normal. Then it occurred to me. Why had we
even come here? He didn't really have business here, he just brought
me here to embarrass me and play around. I looked at him. His eyes
were focused at the back of the elevator, staring out the glass over
the city. "You didn't even have business here, did you? This was all
a big plan of yours, wasn't it?" I said, a little hurt and a little
angry.
His eyes met mine. He smiled gently at me and replied, "No,
sweetie. I do have business here, but not today. Tomorrow. I'm
meeting someone in one of the offices here for a business lunch and I
wanted to make sure where I was going beforehand. I thought I'd bring
you along and have some fun at the same time. I really didn't plan to
finger you in front of that man, it just happened. What I really
planned to do was this...." His hand reached over and pushed the STOP
button on the elevator and the whole car came to a halt. We were
half-way down the building and the city stretched out before us in the
sun.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"Giving you what you want. What you need." He moved toward me and
pulled me to him roughly and kissed me hard. His hands moved over my
back and down my ass and up under my skirt. He was moving fast and
rough, nearly ripping my clothes from my body. He pushed me against
the wall and knelt in front of me, pushing my skirt up to my waist and
taking my hands and putting them on top of it to hold it up for him.
His face went between my legs and I felt his tongue begin to tickle my
clit. I moaned and spread my legs farther for him. He gripped my ass
in his hands and pulled my pussy toward his face, fucking my cunt with
his tongue. I gasped and humped his face as he ate me hungrily. I
loved this! This was terribly exciting! As I turned my head to the
side, my gaze fell on the city-scape before us. I suddenly realized
that we were visible to virtually the whole world. Anyone who wanted
to look up or who looked out one of the other office building windows
would have a perfect view of us satisfying our carnal desires here in
the elevator. I also thought that someone might think that there was
something wrong with the elevator and come to "rescue" us. The
thought of being discovered was even more exciting to me.
He must have been thinking the same thing. His tongue worked
furiously against my clit and soon I was coming hard and strong. My
juices covered his mustache and beard as his mouth reached up to mine
and he shared my taste with me. I grabbed at his cock through his
pants and felt it jump at my touch. "I'm going to fuck you," he said
in my ear as he humped at my crotch through our clothes. "I'm going
to fuck you hard and deep and fast right here in this elevator where
anyone who wants to look can see us."
I almost came right then. Just the thought of it was making me
drip onto the carpet. I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth back to
mine and lifted my leg to wrap it around his thigh. He reached
between us and undid his belt and un-zipped his fly. He pulled his
pants down and then his underwear, exposing his fully erect cock. It
was big and hard and wet at the tip where his pre-cum was oozing out.
I reached out with my finger and dabbed at it, gathering his wetness
onto my finger. I put my finger to my lips and ran it slowly over
them, coating them with his juice. "God, that's sexy," he said as he
watched me. I licked them off slowly, tasting his sweetness mix with
the taste of my own sex that lingered in my mouth.
He pulled me up to his body and un-zipped my skirt and let it fall
to the floor. I stepped out of it and he turned me toward the glass
panel, bending me at the waist. My hands rested on the glass itself
as he spread my legs wider and positioned himself between them. I
felt the head of his cock brush my wet pussy and then the sudden heat
of his penetration as he thrust himself into me. "Oh, God!" I
gasped. "Yes, please, fuck me!" He did just that. His hips worked
faster and faster as he fucked me deep and hard, his balls slapping
against my pussy and my ass cheeks bouncing against his hips. He
grabbed my waist and pounded into me over and over until I thought I
would explode.
I opened my eyes and found myself staring out over the city. It
was somewhat surreal as I felt as if the sky were simply holding me in
place with my hands against the smooth, clear glass. I was touching
the air, while he was banging me to orgasm. It was an incredible
experience and I totally forgot to be scared as the excitement and
passion grew steadily inside me. "Look, babe, we are fucking for the
world. Look at the building to your left, there's a guy sitting in
his office watching you get fucked in this elevator," he said
breathlessly. I looked to my left and, sure enough, there was a man
in an office staring out the window in our direction. I couldn't be
sure he was looking at us, but I couldn't figure out what else
could've captured his attention so completely. He continued to stare
and we continued to fuck, our gasps and moans and scents filling the
elevator with sexual heat.
He was getting close, I could tell, I could feel him swelling
inside me. One of his hands reached for my tit and the other stayed
on my waist, guiding me back against his thrusting hips. "Wave at
him," he whispered to me. I raised one of my hands and looked
directly at the man, smiled and waved pleasantly. "Good girl," he
said and his hand moved from my tit down my back and to the crack of
my ass. He reached under me and fingered my clit quickly and moved
his finger up my slit, wetting it. He moved his finger to the opening
of my asshole and held it there. I didn't know if he was going to put
it in or not. If he did, I'd explode, if he didn't I'd explode from
wanting him to. Either way, I was going to come like I'd never come
before.
"Now, my little slave......come for him!" he commanded as he
rammed his finger up my ass and fucked my pussy deeper. I screamed
louder than I intended and hoped no one had heard me. I pushed
against the glass with my hands and back against him with my hips. I
felt my pussy tighten around his cock which swelled inside me, ready
to burst itself. I scratched at the glass as the orgasm swept over me
like a forty-foot wave. I bucked against him and squeezed him with my
cunt and I felt him grab my waist and pull me closer as he came hard
inside me. He continued to thrust deeper and deeper with each groan
of his climax until his cock was empty and my pussy was full. I
opened my eyes briefly and glanced toward the other building. I could
swear the man was smiling.
He pulled out of me and dug his handkerchief out of his pocket once
again to clean off his cock. He handed it to me to attempt to clean
myself up as well, but it didn't do much good. I was dripping
steadily with my own juices and his. Well, the dry- cleaner will
certainly have a job with this skirt, I thought. He pulled up his
underwear and pants and wiped his brow with his hand. "Damn, that was
incredible!" he said as he pushed the STOP button in again and the
elevator began to move. Shit, couldn't he at least wait until I was
dressed? I grabbed my skirt and slapped at his ass with my hand and
he leaned back against the wall and watched me struggle to clothe
myself before the elevator stopped at the next floor. I zipped up my
skirt quickly and adjusted it so that all the seams were going the
right way, just as the doors opened and four people got on. They
looked at us suspiciously. I assumed that the smell of sex was really
strong in there, not to mention the fact that we were both sweating
and I was completely disheveled.
I continued to try to fix my hair and outfit as the elevator
continued it's slow descent. We moved to the back and the doors
opened and closed several more times before we reached the ground
floor. By the time they opened on the lobby, I thought I looked
somewhat respectable. The elevator emptied it's passengers and they
all scattered in different directions, some of them looking back at us
with looks of interest, disgust, amusement, chiding and indifference.
Fuck 'em, I thought. It was worth it!
We exited the elevator ourselves and walked toward the front
entrance, his arm once again around my waist. As we passed the bar,
he placed his hand on my ass cheek and patted it gently for the
benefit of the few men sitting there. I didn't look to see if they
noticed. We walked past the information desk and he smiled at the
receptionist, who smiled back, almost knowingly. I smiled at her,
too, for some reason. He guided me through the door and out onto the
sidewalk. The air was warm and the breeze lifted my skirt slightly,
making aware, once again, of the wetness between my legs.
We walked to the curb and he hailed a cab. We got in and he gave
the driver the address of the hotel. He nodded and pulled into
traffic. I leaned back against the seat and put my hand on his
thigh. I leaned over to kiss him and as I did, his hand slid up my
thigh, taking my skirt with it. He pulled it up to the tops of my
stockings and lifted me slightly to pull it out from under me. My
bare ass and wet thighs were on the slick vinyl and I knew the driver
would have to wipe the seat off by the time we reached the hotel.
This was going to be a long ride.......
THE END
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