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 entryway. 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 awestruck 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 blacktop of the roof. I was shaking. I
couldn't take being this far up, I was starting to hyperventilate. "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
unzipped 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 unzipped 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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