Springy, with lights dancing in her blue-grey eyes, Patricia Callahan slid her lithe, sinuous, girlish figure into the new uniform she was to wear as an elevator operator. It was bright red, with a tight jacket pressing against her large, firm breasts, belying the fact she was not quite sixteen. She had lied about her age, and somehow or other the woman in school, where she had gotten her working papers, had not thought to ask for her birth certificate. So her working papers stated she was sixteen.
The bottom of the uniform was the briefest of miniskirts, with a matching pair of panties. Everything fitted a bit snugly, emphasizing the delicious roundness of Pat's already shapely form. She combed her fluffy black hair while looking in the mirror. Then she put on the box-shaped little cap that went with the uniform and she was ready. Leaving the ladies' room on the main floor, she went to the little storage room and hung her clothing in the tiny closet, inside. Now she was ready to go to work.
Stopping one more time to make sure her turned-up nose wasn't shiny, Pat hurried out to the front hallway of the modern super structure. It was a mid-town building with business offices on the bottom three floors, and residences on the upper fifteen. Many of the people who lived in the building also rented office space, as well. With the energy crisis being what it was, an office in the same building as one's apartment meant one didn't need a car to drive to and from work. This not only saved gasoline, but a lot of time.
Although most buildings had self-service elevators, it was considered fashionable to have an attractive girl operating each of this particular building's six elevators during the day. At night, the elevators became self-service.
"You get the special elevator," the tall, ogling elevator starter told Pat. He was slender, with blond hair, and a mustache. His large eyes stared at her with interest since she was the new girl. The other girls knew him for the creep he was, and he had no chance of scoring with them. But Pat was new, and Eric, the starter, hoped to make time with her. Like everyone else in the building, he believed her to be at least two years older than she really was.
"What's so special about this elevator?" Pat asked.
"This elevator is the only one to go to the penthouse. Mr. Vane, the lawyer whose offices are on the second floor, lives in the penthouse. He's the building's most important tenant. You do everything he tells you, no questions asked."
"Just what is that supposed to mean?" Pat wanted to know.
"Everything connected with your job," Eric amended. "Now get moving."
And for the next two hours, Pat conscientiously took passengers up and down in the elevator. There was no great trick to pressing the buttons in the chrome-lined elevator, though she did notice one button in the elevator she hadn't seen in any of the others. It had the word OVERRIDE written on it. Not knowing what it was, she left it alone.
At precisely five o'clock, she took the empty elevator up to the second floor in response to a finger on the buzzer lighting up the number "2" on the panel. When the elevator door opened, she found herself facing a self-assured man with blond hair down to the tops of his ears. He was wearing a brown suit, and had a Tiparillo stuck in his mustached mouth. And with him was a pert blonde in a blue mini-dress he called Mary. The blonde was buxom, blue-eyed, and from the wideness of her eyes, seemed more than a little frightened.
"You're new," the man said to Pat as the door closed.
"Yes," she nodded.
"I'm Dave Vane, the attorney," he told her. "Did the starter give you instructions concerning me?"
"Y-Yes," Pat nodded.
"Good. Press the button marked OVERRIDE then remain facing the front of the car. No matter what you hear, face the front of the car."
"My God! Not here!" the blonde woman gasped.
"Here!" Vane told her. "Here there's no chance we'll be interrupted."
Interrupted? Pat thought. Just what did this man have in mind?
Shrugging, she pressed the OVERRIDE button and faced the front of the car.
"Remember," Vane told her. "No matter what you hear, you are not to turn around, under no circumstances are you to press the OVERRIDE button a second time until I tell you."
"Yes sir," Pat agreed.
She heard him drop his plastic-tipped cigar on the floor and crush it out and wondered just what it was he intended doing.
"Now," the strong, insistent, almost gravelly voice of David Vane said to Mary. "I want you to totally relax."
Mary closed her eyes, trembling. This was terrible. He was going to do "things" to her in this elevator, with this strange girl listening in, and there was nothing she'd be able to do. She had to obey Vane. He was defending her brother on a heroin charge. If her brother were to be convicted, he faced a minimum of twenty years in prison ... and then only if he was lucky.
As Mary stared at him, her eyes darting to the back of the girl operating the elevator, she saw Vane move behind her and started when his hands began rubbing her shoulders, loosening the tight muscles in there. Her eyes clamped shut, and her toes in her shoes clenched themselves like little sea anemones. Her full, swollen breasts rose and fell strongly under the silk of her expensive dress. All her clothing was expensive, and one would think a woman wearing this kind of clothing would be able to afford an attorney like David Vane. That she was obviously about to make the first payment in something other than money led one to speculate just how a girl like this managed to afford such clothing.
Mary felt Vane's eyes staring at her full breast. Yes, her swollen mammaries had attracted the eyes of many a man, and had caused more than one to be generous with gifts, though few actually gave her cash. Her breasts rose and fell more and more swiftly, heavy with promise, the deep pink nipples almost visible as they pressed through the transparent bra and dress. The lower part of her dress seemed tapered to her body, revealing the delightful shape of her thighs as far as it went. Her stockinged limbs were plainly visible from above the knee to the ankle, and it was plain this girl had been blessed by Venus, the Goddess of Love. In front, the mini-dress ended just below the juncture of her thighs in such a way to make every man think himself able to see what lay beneath. David Vane was positive her Mount of Venus was full and pouting, with a thick hedge of blonde curls.
"Dear Mary," he whispered, as the elevator, touching the bottom automatically, stopped, then began rising.
Pat wasn't sure what she heard when Vane took the blonde woman's palm and brought it to his lips in a lip smacking kiss. Still, she faced front, not daring to turn around. She even closed her eyes this time, not wanting the couple behind her to think she was spying on them by looking at their smeared reflections in the chrome of the elevator door.
The touch of Vane's tongue on Mary's palm sent fire blistering through her blood vessels. Sounds were going off in her head, warning her. Though she had allowed many men to woo her and win her favors, everything had always been concluded in a nice, soft bed. To be taken this way, almost violently-in an elevator of all places-seemed so vulgar, so common.
"Step out of your shoes," Vane ordered.
Is he crazy? Pat asked herself. Why would he want a girl to take off her shoes in an elevator.
Though she had read about the birds and the bees, Pat had never had any direct contact with boys in a sexual sense, and was totally incapable of conceiving just what it was the man was planning.
Mary stepped out of her shoes and Vane kicked them to the front of the elevator, out of the way. Pat stared down at them, amazed the blonde had obeyed the lawyer.
"Look ... Mr. Vane ... " Mary began.
"Dave," Vane insisted.
"Look, Dave, please, please, can't we go somewhere a bit more private ... "
"This is very private," he insisted, making her gasp as she felt his hand grip her jaws while his arm was suddenly around her, tightly pinning her body.
Suddenly Mary found her mouth caught by his in a slow, agonizing kiss that literally sucked all the breath out of her lungs. His tongue probed into her mouth, seeking, investigating, becoming more and more daring in its searching. Mary pushed at Vane's shoulders, but it was futile. The young, twenty-seven-year-old lawyer was very strong. She was unable to break his kisses though she desperately tried pulling her head away. Her mind was screaming. This man is no lawyer, he's a ravisher. But she was fully aware of just how good a lawyer Dave Vane was. When it came to using his mouth to charm juries, there was no one like this young man. He had been practicing law for only four years, and he had already risen to the top of his profession.
My God! Mary thought. What am I doing in this elevator, allowing this man to debase me like this? What must that girl think?
Pat, still facing front, had no idea what to think. She was a total innocent, and wouldn't have believed what was happening if someone had shouted it out to her.
Mary writhed, but Vane held her tight, delighting in the way she squirmed. He liked his women to be animated and not lumps of meat who surrendered to him merely to get it over with. Eventually, the struggling ones all moved the way he wanted them to move. Her expensive perfume filled Vane's nostrils, made even more exciting by the heady scent of her feminine flesh. Her mouth tasted like rich bourbon, and she wriggled as his arm crushed her all the more tightly to him. God! This woman was a fighter, all right. She made the whole thing worthwhile. From the moment she had walked into his office he had desired her, and now her body was about to be his, because like so many other gorgeous women, she hadn't the financial wherewithal to pay him. And now that he had her, he had no intention of letting her get away.
His hand slid down the slender column of her delicate throat, feeling the pulse beat maddeningly in its fleshy surrounding. Now his hand moved further down, finding the swell of her large breast, so magnanimous in size, his big, bony hand was barely able to cover it. It felt heavy and full, as if bloated with the honey he was sucking from between her tasty lips.
Mary's breath was coming in trembling shudders through her widened nostrils as she felt his hand cup the fullness of her swollen teat. And her breast betrayed her by responding to the pressure of the man's fingers, the nipple becoming turgid against her bra and dress as his palm rubbed it again and again. Little bursts of shooting flame charged through her. She sighed in spite of herself, and decided struggling would only make the elevator girl concentrate more intently on what was happening. So she relaxed.
David Vane's mouth moved then, covering her cheeks, her eyelids, running along the shell shape of her ear, then moving down to the side of her throat. Now one of his hands was massaging the nape of her neck as well as her shoulder blades. The other hand swept across the hills of her massive breasts, then circled beneath them, cupping them, moving like a victorious spider crawling over its prey before devouring it.
Pat wondered what was happening, but didn't dare open her eyes as she remained facing forward. The sounds were sending all kinds of heated thrills surging through her. Feelings she had never known began blistering their way through her entire girlish body, making her breasts rise and fall inside the too-tight jacket. Gosh! What was the man doing to that blonde? And why had he chosen to do it here rather than in a private place as the woman had suggested?
Kissing, licking, and lightly nibbling his way across Mary's beautiful face and throat, Vane felt his thick cock swell and stiffen until it was pushing wildly against the front of his pants. Still, he had no intention of hurrying anything with this delightful, golden-haired angel. No, she was something for him to savor and enjoy like vintage wine. One didn't drink down a treasure like this as if she were some kind of cheap beer. Her large breasts were swelling even more under the continuing caress of his moving hand, wriggling like kittens in a sack, anxious to come out.
Mary shuddered as Vane's fingers found the button at the top of her dress. Damn it all, the thing wouldn't slip through the loop. The blonde bit her lip to keep herself from shrieking as Vane literally ripped the button from her dress. It went rolling along the floor of the elevator, stopping between Pat's feet. The young elevator girl risked a glance down and saw the button. Now she became even more curious as to what was happening, but she didn't dare look. She needed this job very badly. Her parents were both working, but the bills and the household expenses were so great, neither was able to give her an allowance. So she needed this job, if only to buy necessities.
The sound of ripping cloth made her even more curious, but Pat was determined not to turn around and look at what was happening.
Mary dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from shrieking. This was an expensive dress, and Vane was ruining it beyond repair. Yet she had to keep her mouth shut. The woman saw the attorney staring at the full-fleshed mounds pushing against her transparent bra. They were two lovely hillocks with pink tips that were rapidly turning red as they filled with blood. From the way he was licking his lips, it was plain he was determined to have her nipples in his mouth. A moment later his hands caught the flimsy material of the taut, transparent brassiere, and he tugged, hard. With a loud rip, the bra tore free, completely exposing the blonde woman's gloriously large, upstanding breasts.
"Eeeee!" she shrieked, unwittingly, and Pat flinched, clenching her eyes shut, aching to turn around as more and more heat traveled through her young, unknowing body.
Mary also shut her eyes as Vane's hands cupped and filled themselves with the nakedness of her full breasts. He lowered his head and pulled a nipple between his lips, sucking strongly, as if trying to suck marrow from a bone. The sweetness of her nipple seemed to fill his entire mouth, and he sucked all the more fervently and ardently. Mary's arms rose and automatically wrapped themselves around the lawyer's head, pressing his face all the more firmly against her bosom as his mouth continued to nourish itself on the tastiness of her nipple.
The syrupyness of the blonde's flesh made Vane shudder and quake with delight. His hand cupped her other globe of soft fullness.
The elevator reached the top of the shaft, stopped for a moment, then slowly began its descent. Pat remained standing, facing away from the noisy couple behind her. She kept her eyes tightly shut, but the sounds were making her burn with curiosity. Was the man doing what it sounded as if he was doing? If so, what did it look like? More important, how did the woman called Mary feel? Was it really a good feeling?
Mary trembled as Vane sucked deeply, his lips pulling while his tongue wildly licked the reddened extension of her tasty nipple. His teeth chewed as if on red licorice. She saw him gnaw as if her nipple was a sugared gumdrop. And when his mouth had done everything possible to the rosy tip, it kissed its way across her breast and began working on her other nipple.
"Oooooooh Lorrrrrddduuuuhhhh!!!" the blonde woman moaned, feeling wildly ecstatic in spite of what she believed was a total lack of privacy. Her breath hissed out from between clamped teeth as her arms clutched his head all the more tightly to her breast.
As far as Vane was concerned, he was sucking on ambrosia, and the saliva building in his throat flowed like liquid fire into his stomach, charging his balls, making the eggs inside enlarge while the scrotum continued tightening in a crushing grip around them. His solid prick swelled and lifted in his pants as it prepared to reach out and go to work.
Mary was burning up and she knew it. Her skin was probably red with the fire blazing inside her. God! She was hot. She had no idea she contained so much heat. Whatever she had done with all the others had been almost dispassionate, since she was always doing it for the expensive gifts they gave her. True, she was doing this in return for what Vane would do for her brother. Still, she was reacting as she had never reacted, before. She no longer knew or cared where she was, nor did she really care why. All she did know was, she had to get closer to this lusting man who caused her body to ignite.
He began removing the rest of her clothing, and Mary no longer cared about the girl running the elevator. The tatters of her bra, shredded, lay in a corner on the elevator floor, and with his hot mouth no longer covering her breasts, she felt cold. Mary trembled, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, raising them and pushing them together, tightly.
"C'mere," Vane commanded, opening his arms to her, inviting her to come to him. She took one step and fell into his embrace, feeling his arms wrap themselves around her hips as he lowered his head, pressing his face into the tight cleavage between her full-blown breasts. "Maybe you've been fucked before," he hoarsely whispered, raising his head to her face, "but this time you're gonna find out what it feels like to be loved."
Mary swayed on her feet, held upright by the ring of his arms. One of his hands rose, found the top of her zipper at the base of her neck, and slowly pulled it down. When the dress was pulled off her arms, its tattered front revealing it would never be worn again, Vane slid it down her hips, pulling it off. His fingers gripped her pantyhose and yanked the flimsy material over her hips and buttocks, letting it fall to her feet where he slid the nylon from her shapely ankles and feet. Last, but not least, he pulled her panties down, revealing the dark bush of her pubic hair, letting him know she bleached her hair. She stood in the far corner of the elevator, her feet standing on the pedestal of her underclothing, and the way Vane's eyes roamed over her flesh made Mary feel like a love deity. She stood in the elevator, proud in her nudity, her shoulders way back, her breasts thrusting, waist and hip and thigh indented in sweet rolling curves. Her full pubic mound swelled softly in the dark moss planted above her secret interior, hidden inside the valley formed by her joined thighs.
Pat shuddered as the scent of the woman's perfumed flesh crawled into her nostrils. Golly! She ached to spin around and stare at what they were doing. Fire trickled through her anxious blood vessels, and her fists were clenched so tightly, her nails were making half-moon cuts in her palm. What was this strange sensation that was overtaking her, causing her to burn so? Why did the sounds and scents of what was taking place behind her make her body tremble in wanton desire? No one was touching her. No one was whispering into her ear. Nothing was externally happening to her. Why should she feel so internally ablaze?
Vane looked at the proud blonde in long, sweeping glances, saying nothing. At last he said, "We're going to do it slowly, very slowly, do you understand?"
Pat listened, trying to discern Mary's reply, but the blonde merely nodded, making no other sound. Mary's eyes searched Vane's face, waiting for his next command. It came as the elevator touched the bottom of the shaft, stopped, then slowly began rising again.
"You came to me for help for your brother," Vane said. "Well, I'm not only going to help him, but by the time I'm through with you, you'll find I'll have helped you, as well. You'll never think of something like this as a deed you have to do, but rather as something you want to do."
Pat trembled as she felt Vane's jacket strike the backs of her thighs as he whipped it off and threw it away. Then he was removing the rest of his clothing, and the rustling was so loud Pat had to open her eyes. She stared straight ahead, at the chrome door. What she saw reflected she was certain wasn't real. The metallic chrome had to be reflecting a distorted image. No man sported anything like that between his thighs. Gee! It looked to be almost as long as the foot-long ruler she used to take to school. She had no time for further deliberation, seeing the man's pants, shoes, and shirt scattered all over the floor, along with his underwear.
Mary also stared at the naked Vane. She had never seen a thick cock as long as the one sported by this man. Where her flat belly was soft, his was hard. Where her breasts were large, round, and consistently moving as if being manipulated by marionette strings, his flat chest was hairy and firm. Where she was indented between her thighs, he was outstanding and solid.
The man stepped to the blonde woman, taking her cheeks between his two palms, kissing her softly, gently, as if she were some fragile doll. The woman's eyes filled with tears, knowing she was this man's slave and would succumb to his every desire. That they were in an elevator no longer mattered. Had they been exhibited in Macys' window she would have agreed to whatever this man wanted. His embrace became firmer, and then he was lifting her, holding her naked body in his arms, kissing her again and again. Mary felt she had someone on whom she was able to depend. She felt exalted, adored, loved, and not just an object in whom a man's sperm was to be deposited. And it was insane, because she was in a moving elevator, with a female elevator operator who, even if she was seeing nothing, heard everything. Yet Mary didn't care. Being here seemed to add spice to it all. Her head fell against Vane's shoulder as she shut her eyes.
Pat continued to watch the reflections in the chromed door. Seeing this excited her all the more, and she felt water starting to boil in her own vagina. Wow! She was on fire.
Though Mary was a full-fleshed woman, Vane held her as if he were holding a rag doll. She felt like a doe about to be ravaged by a mighty stag.
Most of Mary's hairpins had fallen out, making tiny tinny sounds as they hit the floor, and her long, bleach-blonde hair tumbled down in great waves. She looked up into Vane's cock-sure face and smiled as he knelt and put her body down on the elevator floor with only his clothing to shield her from the cold, dirty floor. As her buttocks touched the shirt he had been wearing, he kissed her forehead lightly, and she reached up to caress his face.
Pat took all this in, seeing how mesmerized Mary was by Vane's behavior. She wondered if she, too, would fall under the spell of such a man were he to try making love to her. The mere thought thrilled her. She stared, wide-eyed, by now well aware neither of the others noticed her presence. Yet she remained facing forward, not daring to turn around for fear of losing her job. She needed the job, badly.
Vane, on his knees with his pants underneath, let his mouth trace all kinds of invisible map-lines all over her lovely face and voluptuous body. His lips moved from her ear lobe to her cheek, to her mouth, down to her neck, then to her breasts, her navel, her thighs, her knees, and even her toes. And then he traced his way back again. Then he lay down beside her and pulled her tightly against his body. Mary felt wild heat surging through her writhing body. She was trembling and gasping with tightly closed eyes as she pressed herself close to this strange man who was building such blistering heat inside her. The blonde felt as if she had lost all control over her body and mind. She was part of this, yet she felt as if she were watching it from afar. The woman found herself lusting for his tenderly brutal lips. She ached for the pressure of his sharp, white teeth, and Mary actually felt his eyes burning into her flesh as his talented hands continued wandering over her in waves ... slow, mounting waves; waves that threatened to drown her entirely in deep and delirious desire. That hot mouth of his ... Christ! It really was burning hot ... seemed to burn her each time it touched her tender flesh, yet she ached to feel more of it and whimpered when he took it away, only to put it back moments later in an even better place.
"You are stunningly beautiful," he told her, moaning in her shell-shaped ear.
Mary felt the entire modular length of her body being pressed to him, and it was so wonderful ... so truly wonderful. Her breath was burning in her lungs, and she realized she was holding it as his tongue began making circular movements in her ear. The moisture from his tongue-tip dried moments later when he breathed hot breath into her aural cavity.
Pat stared, watching the man's technique, admiring how he continued whispering to keep the woman under his spell, even when kissing her. The sight built new fires in her, and she tried imagining herself in place of the blonde woman. But to do that meant shutting her eyes, and that meant blocking out all the wonderful delicious sights and sounds. No, no, she had to watch, and she was forced to keep her hands at her sides, though her panties were already wet, and she ached to pull the crotch away from her tender flesh. She knew it wasn't any kind of voiding liquid, but rather a hot, sticky sauce she'd never known was inside her. And as she stared hard at the reflection in the chrome door, she saw the heated, sticky, colorless flow running down the insides of Mary's thighs, as well. So she wasn't alone in her feelings. The other girl felt things, too, and in the same way as she. But because the man was touching Mary, Pat was certain the blonde girl felt everything so much more intensely, and she yearned to know that feeling.
"You were made for pleasure," Pat heard Vane tell the lovely blonde woman. "Not just for the giving of pleasure, but for the receiving of it, as well. Only a man could give you this kind of pleasure, and I'm that man. I'll give you more pleasure than you've ever known."
Pat saw Vane's eyes suddenly turn toward her, to make certain she was still facing front. He looked in the chrome door for an instant, and their reflected eyes met. His twinkled, as if to tell the young girl it was all right for her to watch ... that way. If she watched carefully, she might learn something.
Vane's teeth caught the blonde woman's ear lobe, and Mary felt a sharp pain. The pain became pleasure, and the pleasure became warm delight flooding her body. Then his working tongue slid down the tender inside of her upper arm and made her writhe before moving back to her ear. It stabbed into the center of her ear with hot, penis-like thrustings, a moist little poniard designed to prickle her to full arousal.
"Hhuuunnnggghhh!" Mary moaned, pulling his mouth to hers, feeling the searing plunge of his tongue in her throat.
The heated hollow of her tender mouth was merely a foretaste of the burning vestibule covered by curtains of flesh locked between her soft, full thighs. She knew it was just a matter of minutes before he sank himself into the sodden well of her womanhood. True, he'd promised to do it slowly, intending to savor every little bit of it, and so she decided she would savor it, as well. Mary wondered how much longer the man intended waiting before burying himself inside her.
Vane knew he wasn't dealing with a virgin, but he had no idea just how experienced this woman really was. She might be used to only one or two men, or she might have handled as many as a regular hoyden. It was obvious she was enjoying what he was doing to her, but he was unable to tell whether she was actually starved for an orgasm herself, or she'd had so many of them her body was able to become aroused in an instant. He was inclined to believe, despite her experiences, she was still relatively new to climaxes, herself. Her responses were totally natural, but seemingly new.
Mary gasped, realizing she was hot, very hot. She had never been this hot with any other man. She didn't know if it was Vane, or the idea she was in a moving elevator. She had lost count of how many times it had reached the top, then reached the bottom. All she knew was, it seemed to be continually moving, and the movement added to her lust. No wonder Vane wanted to do things in the elevator.
Pat stared at the beautiful, incredibly round breasts of the bleached blonde. She saw how unbelievably sensitive were the nipples of the horizontal woman. Each time Dave Vane touched them with his fingers or lips, the blonde woman squealed and writhed, maddeningly. She wondered if her own nipples were equally sensitive, but didn't dare lift her hand to her breast to find out, now. When Vane's fingers approached Mary's nipples, the nubs seemed to harden just a little bit more, standing up and waiting to be caressed.
Mary felt floods of water dripping from her drenched pussy. Fire flamed inside, and sperm was the only fluid capable of extinguishing it.
Mary gasped as one of Vane's hands slid along her pale, silken thigh, caressing her smooth hip, running across her taut, soft belly and down to the feathered edge of her muff to find it flooded with her love juices. Lord! She knew she was wet, but she had no idea she was this wet. Christ! She ached for the massive length she had seen to be wedged inside her. Even now, she felt the huge cock rubbing against her leg, and she wished he'd stuff it into her and give her a reaming to set her libido off in a thousand directions at once. God! She wanted him to cram that thick, gigantic hunk of solid meat into her throbbing, narrow, silken crevice until she screeched with total delight.
"Mary," he gasped, pressing his lips to her throat. "Sweet, soft, wonderful Mary," and he slowly, carefully wormed a finger into the mired depths of her clutching, twitching, shuddering, sodden vagina.
Mary remembered how like a frightened little girl she had been when meeting with Vane in his office, earlier. She had been told, by a girl friend, that Vane occasionally gave his services in return for physical pleasure and a small monetary fee when the girl didn't have a lot of money. She had been certain she was good enough to give the man one hell of a good time, but his self-assurance totally overpowered her, making her cower. And he had further reduced her to his overpowering will. He would be giving his legal service to her brother, and his physical services to her. He was going to fuck her, and it was no longer a question of her doing it as payment for his legal services. Rather it was a question of who was getting the most enjoyment from all this.
"Huunngghh!" she gasped, as the elevator made one of its stops and changed direction. She no longer knew whether she was going up or down, now. Mary lay back, letting Vane do as he wished, alternately rising and sinking on the swells of oncoming delight. She seemed to float, then she sank only to rise once more, hobbling with the tide that washed over her, repeatedly.
"Christ!" Vane gasped, and unable to control himself, slid on top of her.
Mary thrilled to the pressure of his weight on top of her, aching to hold him forever ... naked, afire, totally enveloping. His knobby knees pushed her thighs wide apart and the blonde felt the massive, burgeoning penis, thick and long against her belly like a blunt knife. Yes, yes, she needed him inside her. Dear Lord! How she needed him. She involuntarily arched up, shoving her pelvis up to meet his.
Pat watched as Vane pulled back rather than plunge right into the woman. By now, she knew that entire length of flesh rod was real and not merely a distortion in the chrome door. She saw him grip it in his hand, and then his other hand gripped Mary's hair, raising her head to let the blonde take one last good look at his swollen member.
"Mary, you living doll," he muttered, "take a good look at this cock of mine. I'm going to split you with this and keep on pumping until you come, screaming. And because this elevator has been specially soundproofed, no one but the chickie standing there is going to hear you. And even she won't turn around."
"Fuck me," Mary told him, "but don't hurt me."
"I'll do my best," he insisted, "but my length and breadth are a little more than the average woman can take. If it hurts, don't worry. The pain'll soon go away."
Pat saw the change come over the blonde girl. It was obvious Mary had adapted herself to the idea of being pronged in the elevator, but she had no wish to feel pain. Yet pain was exactly what she was going to feel, and from the terror widening her eyes, it was obvious the blonde woman didn't want it. She was staring in horror at the blood-engorged instrument he was waving up and down, and both females heard Vane tell Mary, "You need more than a fucking, honey. You need to learn to love it. And I'm just the guy to teach it to you."
Mary shrank in horror and disgust, a panic gripping her intestines. She suddenly felt as if she had been snapped out of a hypnotic spell. God! What was she doing with this maniac of a madman? Hell! She had no idea. She felt awakened as if someone had splashed ice water all over her. Her dumb brother had gotten himself into one fix after another, and she was always bailing him out. Now she had been reduced to using her body to free him. This was horrible. How the devil did she allow this complete stranger to strip her in a moving elevator? What evil spell had this crazy man cast over her to get her, Mary Rath, in this maddening posture, all set to ... hell! Was this really happening?
"No!" she suddenly yelled, and her shout made Pat jump a little. "I don't want to do this. You let me go," she screamed.
"No way," Vane grunted. "You are about to be devoutly, deliciously, delightfully, consummately fucked." And he slammed her down on the elevator floor. "I'm going to fuck you like you have never had it in your whole life."
Mary began struggling, calling to Pat for help, but Pat knew better than to move. She felt sorry for the blonde woman, but she didn't dare budge from where she was standing. It had taken her a long time to find this job, and she had no intention of looking for another one. It might take weeks, and the next job might pay less and be more demanding.
Mary was pushing at Vane's face, trying to scratch his eyes out with her nails. She wanted to rip his tongue out of his head for daring to speak so vilely to her. A maddening rage came over her, and she fought like an insane lioness. They were rolling all over the elevator floor and even hit Pat's legs a couple of times.
As far as Mary was concerned, the man was insane, and she was just as crazy. She had to be crazy. How had she allowed herself to get into this position. From now on her damned brother was going to fend for himself. He got himself into trouble, let him get himself out. Her body was not a tool to be used at the whims of the men able to help her brother. The hell with him, from now on.
Vane pinned her to the floor, keeping her writhing body flat, with her thighs wide apart. As far as he was concerned, all women loved rape, and this blonde was just begging for it. Christ! How people consistently lied to themselves. Well it was up to him to convince her she had been lying to herself.
Perspiration shone on Mary's forehead and her face was a mask of twisted agony because of her useless attempts to fight him off. Tears continued flooding down her cheeks, wetting the hair at her temples. Mary's eyes shone with a combination of tears and animal fright. Pat, staring in the chrome door, was able to see the horror in the blonde woman's eyes. She was also able to see how it aroused Dave Vane that much more, and this sent another bolt of desire through her. She had no idea what these feelings were, never having experienced them, before. But she did know they enveloped her, and she wanted to feel more, stronger sensations. She saw the thick penis moving between Mary's thighs, and though his balls were no longer dangling, they were swollen and ready to burst. He was reveling in Mary's discomfiture.
It was true. Vane loved a woman who put up a struggle. His hot, bubbling semen, churning in his balls, was all set to leave by way of his throbbing cock. Christ! He had to let the wad out soon, and it had to be inside this luscious blonde.
Mary turned her head, trying to bite Vane's arm, and he chose that moment, with the penis aimed directly between her sodden, taut labia, to lunge forward. Mary felt the thick wand split her teeming twat wide apart as it literally forced its way into her hot, sticky, dripping pussy. Her vaginal walls were so tight, even as the knifing cock sank its full, thick length into her, they clutched the phallus as tightly as a vise.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!!" Mary screamed in agony, writhing insanely as maddening pain stretched her taut cuntal walls wide apart.
Pat stared, seeing Dave had the woman totally impaled on his throbbing penis. And when the woman's screams became too loud, he thrust his tongue into Mary's mouth, using it as a gag to silence her. Pat saw his entire length of phallic solidity was completely buried in the throbbing depths of Mary's widely stretched nookie. Now his tongue reached as far into her throat as possible, filling it totally and completely. His palms were pressing strongly on her arms, pinning them to the floor, his knees had Mary's thighs wedged far apart.
Lord! Mary had no idea just how wet and tight she was, inside. In spite of the pain, her slippery wetness allowed his entire thick reed to fill her vaginal hallway, stuffing it as it had never been clogged, before. Her cervix felt the swollen head of his penis slide past, actually pushing it aside. It was as if she were being filled with some unearthly length. All other penile heads were content to bump themselves against the mouth of her womb, and then withdraw. This one sank much deeper, actually bypassing the womb, almost pressing it against one side of her vaginal chamber.
Mary lay there, a totally helpless victim, feeling stuffed as never before. The man wasn't moving. He was holding her down, keeping her filled with his prong. All of her was helplessly trapped under the man's weight, and her sensuous moanings only aroused Vane all the more. To him, she was a beautiful, wanting, needing woman.
She lay still, refusing to think about what was happening. Mary was determined not to let it mean anything to her, emotionally. He had her body, but there was no way he'd touch her soul. And when this was over, she'd never see this man again. Whether or not he helped her brother was up to him.
But Dave Vane had been through this with so many other women. He knew better. Gripping Mary's jaw, he tugged his mouth from hers, sliding his tongue out.
"All right," he told her, very calmly, his throbbing cock pulsing and vibrating in the churning depths of her steaming pussy, feeling the tautness of her vaginal clinging. "We found out a few things about you, honey. To begin with, you like to lie to yourself. You think what we're doing is perverted. But honey, I'm a lot stronger than you, and I'm going to fuck you, whether or not you agree to it."
"Do it and get it over with," Mary sobbed, as the elevator once again changed direction.
"No, no, it isn't going to be like that. You're an unloved woman who needs love more than anything else. Right now, I can feel the way your cuntal walls are tightly clasping my cock, pulsing around it, throbbing, aching to keep me inside, even if you refuse to admit it. But you won't allow your mind to feel these wonderful sensations."
Pat saw one of his hands rubbing Mary's ass, and for awhile the cheeks tightened. But as the man talked, Pat saw Mary's body visibly relax. The man was kissing away Mary's salty tears, pressing his lips to her eyelids.
"I won't really hurt you, sweet Mary," he told her. "I'm going to make love to you. This is only the first fuck. After we've finished here, in the elevator, we'll go up to my penthouse suite and do it all over again. I'm going to screw you in ways your mind has yet to imagine. Fucking is beautiful because it's a part of loving. And a woman who is fucked is that much more radiant for it. And I'm going to make you utterly stunning."
Mary was weeping silently. Slow tears continued crawling from beneath her eyelids.
"Please ... please ... " was all she was able to gasp.
"I'm going to turn you into the ultimate woman," he assured her.
As Pat watched, he balanced himself on his forearms and knees, then slowly pulled back until only his glands was inside her soft, clinging funnel. And then he slowly, carefully pushed in again ... all the while continuing to kiss away her tears as he whispered soft, sweet words to her in his gravelly voice. His voice seemed to have a soothing effect on her.
Mary didn't know why she did what she did, next. Her arms were no longer held down by his palms, but instead of trying to hurt him, she wrapped her arms around his body. Miraculously, when he slid out again, her hand moved down, gripped his ass cheek, and tugged on his flesh to make him ram it home again. She was fast becoming re-aroused by the pressure of his throbbing cock in the seething depths of her vaginal chamber as her tissues eagerly clung to him.
"Sweet Mary," he chanted. "Isn't this so much better than fighting me? You're something special, you really are."
Her hands were massaging his ass cheeks, pushing him into her harder on every down stroke.
Pat stared wide-eyed, completely amazed at Mary's instant reversal of her role as an antagonist. Her lower body was moving in tandem with the thrusts of the penis constantly shoving in and out. What kind of wonderful mechanism was the male penis to make a woman want it so much after being so terrorized by it, before?
"Oh yes, yes," Mary was gasping. "You're right."
And she realized, he was right. She was panting heavily, her breath audible and gasping. She did need love. None of the other men who had fucked her had offered it to her. With them it was, 'Wham-bam, thank you ma'am,' and then they were gone. No man had taken as much time with her as Dave Vane, and to think it was all taking place on the floor of a moving elevator. She desperately needed to be loved. All those years she had refused the glories of love, and now she was in a position where she had to accept it. That fat, long, marvelous pulsing shaft of his sank so wonderfully into her it was grand and glorious. He drove it into her again and again, and she never wanted it to stop.
"Like it?" he gasped, nailing it in a bit faster and harder.
"Ohhhhhh ... yesssss ... " she hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me, hard. Keep on fucking me, and don't ever stop."
"Can't stop," he gasped. "My machinery has been set in motion and it can't stop. We'll fuck forever."
Staring, Pat wondered if it was really possible. Would she be locked in this elevator for eternity watching these two repeatedly go at it? The sight was building flames in her she had never before imagined to exist. But to spend the rest of her life watching this without doing something about it was sheer, sadistic torture.
"Fuck me harder!" Mary was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her hips spun and writhed and jerked as her pelvis rose to meet his body again and again. They throbbed out a mounting beat that built them to higher and higher plateaus.
"You have a wonderful cunt," Vane told her.
"Oh, oh that's so good," Mary gasped. "I can feel it all the way up in my throat."
"You ... uhhhh ... got it, baby," he gasped. "I'm fucking my ... uhhhh ... cock all the way ... uuuhhhhhhh ... up into your ... uhhhh ... throat ... Oooooh! I'm ... uhhhhh ... going to fill you ... ohhhhhh ... to overflowinnnnguuuhhh ... oh baby ... baby ... babyyyyyy ... "
"Wonderful ... wonderful ... wonderful ... " the woman groaned, wildly hurling her head from side to side, anticipating the end of this marvelous fuck, "That thick, swollen cock of yours is fucking me as I've never been fucked before. Oh do it, Dave. Fuck me! Fuck me! Keep on fucking me."
The words were words she had used before, merely to arouse the men she had been with, but this was the first time Mary really meant them. Yes, the word
'Fuck' was a wonderful word, and now, for the first time, she was fully able to appreciate its meaning. She was conscious of many things, but the most important thing was that massive cock building love in her cunt. She wished he was flat on his back so she'd be able to ride up and down his pole, just as the elevator was moving up and down inside its own shaft. It continued moving in and out of her tight, sticky cunt until she was certain she'd die of bliss before reaching her satisfaction.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped out. "Yessss! Yesssss! Yessss!"
Her hips ground and rotated in licentious, lewd, lascivious gyrations, milking his jerking cock as he slammed it seemingly deeper and deeper into the clasping, sucking depths of her now-hungry vagina. She felt her eyeballs burning in her head as the simmering juices in her vagina continued boiling over and spilling out of her, down her ass cheeks onto the clothing under her body.
Pat felt she was going to explode. This was the most fabulous thing she had ever witnessed. It was driving her up the wall. Unable to stand still, she was squirming while still facing the front of the elevator. To see and hear all this in a single afternoon, especially since it was her first day on the job, made Pat realize she was somewhat privileged. Sure, there were girls in her school who knew all about things like this from firsthand experience, but they were the kind of girls Pat had always avoided for the most part. And if any girls she did know had enjoyed some of this, they were discreet enough to keep their mouths shut. She realized this was something she'd never be able to discuss with anyone.
"Ohhhhhh yeeeaaahhhhh!!!" Dave Vane cried out. "I'm gonna ... come ... soon ... uhhhh ... "
"Wait for me," Mary was begging. "Oh please, wait for me."
Her legs and thighs tightly clutched the moving man's pumping body, clinging to him, clutching him to her, sucking him in again and again. He was being pulled into the swirling vortex of her being, and felt the woman would explode at any moment. She had changed, just as he had anticipated, but she was far more sensuous than even he had believed. This one would be good for two or three more fucks in the future.
Dave Vane ground his cock in all the harder. Her nails sank into his back and suddenly they were drawing long, bloody swaths across his spine, cutting across the scars of previous cuts. A roar built higher and higher in his spinning skull. Yeah, this was terrific cunt, all right.
Mary clung to him wildly, bouncing her buttocks on the floor beneath, using it to piston herself up to his groin, riding up and down the length of his thrusting pole again and again. He hammered, battered and banged away at her. Her solid loins came together, tightly wrapped around his waist. The sound of their bellies meeting ... "splatt!" reverberated throughout the closed elevator, and it drove Pat even crazier with anxiety.
Belly continued hitting belly as cock continued slamming into cunt. Vane felt the moment was almost there.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes," Mary cried out, gasping, straining and arching.
Vane felt the burning, steaming stream of seed in his balls would split his scrotum wide open if it wasn't released. He had to come. He just had to come.
Mary felt her belly lurching, and she knew she was less than seconds away from coming. True, she had felt climaxes when a little girl, and masturbating. But not once had she ever enjoyed an orgasm with a cock inside her. On rare occasions some man would go down on her and lick her clit until she came, but even that wasn't too much. This, on the other hand, was going to be terrific. She knew the pressure building in her had mounted too high to merely settle back. She was going to reach a peak, all right, but it was going to be the highest peak she had ever known.
"Harder! Harder! Harder!" she screamed.
"YAHHAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The sound of Dave Vane orgasming burst in Pat's ears. She didn't believe it possible for two human beings to be so uncontrolled. But from what she saw reflected in the chrome door, she realized both Vane and Mary had lost any and all control over themselves. So this was how it all ended. Wow! Wow! And then, without warning, Pat felt the orgasm burst inside her. It wasn't a large one, but the pressure of her outer labia rubbing against her clitoris, mingled with the friction of her panties, set her orgasm off. Pat clenched her mouth shut tightly, letting the small climax surge through her body as Mary, on the floor behind her, shouted, "EEEEEEYYYYYYYIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
As she stood there, recovering from her own minor crisis, she heard the two giggling as they rolled together on the floor. Some moments later, she heard them stand and put on what was left of their clothes, and as she let them off at Vane's penthouse, she felt the man press something in her hand.
CHAPTER TWO
Taking the elevator back to the main floor, Pat looked in her hand. It was a folded twenty-dollar bill. Wow! Twenty dollars on top of everything else would sure help a lot. Now she was really going to keep her mouth shut.
Reaching the ground floor, she opened the elevator door and came face-to-face with Eric, the starter. He was smiling at her.
"Hey now," he said. "You really had yourself some kind of a day, didn't you? I'll bet you really managed to see some interesting things."
"None of your business," Pat snapped at him.
"Fine," Eric nodded. "You just go on remembering it's no one else's business, and you'll get to stay on this elevator. Mr. Vane doesn't like to continually change operators. He wants one who can be trusted."
It was almost six-o'clock, so Eric told her she could go off-duty. But she was to show up at two the following day. Her school hours were such, she finished with her classes at one-thirty.
Pat hurried to the little room off to the side, got her street clothing, went into the ladies' room and changed, took her uniform back to the storage room where she hung it up in the closet. Then she went home, tucking the twenty-dollar bill in her billfold, and putting the billfold in her handbag.
Her mother was in the process of making supper when she got home, so Pat hurried upstairs to her bedroom. The orgasm she had felt had triggered a new need. She wanted to feel more climaxes.
Closing her bedroom door and locking it, Pat walked to her dresser and arranged the makeup mirror in such a way, that it was tilted to let her see the reflection of her thighs when she lay down on the bed. Then she hurriedly undressed. Pat was burning with fever and aching to feel another orgasm. Where there was one, there had to be others. The naked thighs and vagina she saw in the mirror looked like something attached to an entirely different person. Her eyes made a careful examination of the pink, pouting lips standing out from under the black bush on her mount, and she decided her vaginal shape was prettier than the reflection she had seen in the chrome elevator door, belonging to Mary, the blonde. The mirror was small, and all she was able to see was her pubis, so she slid down on the bed a little, letting her feet hang over the edge, until she was able to see her belly. But it wasn't enough. She wanted to see all of herself. So she got to her feet, walked over to the small dresser mirror and stood in front of it. Now she was able to see herself much more completely. At least she was able to see herself from her neck to her knees, which meant she saw what she believed to be all the important areas.
Sweat broke out all over her youthful body, giving it a gloss, coating her nicely swollen breasts, making them shine until they seemed fluorescent. She had large, tan aureole, and nicely swollen nipples. Gosh, they were as long and as thick as the pink ones belonging to Mary. Pat hadn't realized how much her body had developed in the past year. Staring as she did at her full breasts made her breathe more stridently.
Remembering how Mary had reacted when Vane had touched or kissed her breasts, Pat was suddenly filled with an urge to touch her own nipples and find out if it was really so exciting. This was all so new to her, but it seemed so enjoyable. But would she enjoy touching her own breasts as much as Mary had enjoyed a man's hands touching hers?
Nevertheless, she wanted to touch her own nipples to learn what it was like to be touched there. She wanted to caress and embrace them, much the way she had seen Vane do to Mary's tits. She ached to weigh each one in her hands, and as she stared at herself in the mirror, Pat saw her reflection raise both hands, fingers spread apart and palms cupped. And as the hands in the mirror lightly covered the breasts in the mirror, so Pat felt her own hands cover her own breasts. They encircled the swollen mounds on her chest and pressed.
Pat's reflection seemed to tremble, her fingers slowly but surely coming together, gently massaging the shiny pink points. Her palms moved in a slow, rhythmic circle, almost crushing her full breasts against her youthful body. Her nipples seemed to cut into the center of each palm, and Pat suddenly felt new bolts of arousal shooting through her. These were similar to those she felt in the elevator, but a little stronger because instead of merely watching, she was both, watching and participating.
Her long, exquisite fingers squeezed the glove of each breast gently, and for the first time Pat realized how firm her flesh was. Why it was even more solid than that of Mary. They seemed to look like foam rubber, even if they were two full paps of flesh and blood.
Pat sighed silently, and the sigh brought her back to reality. Her head had been swimming with wild imaginings, seeing the hands on her breasts as those of some man, and now she knew they were her own. For an instant she released her breasts, letting them fall and bounce as if they were being manipulated by a puppeteer. Then she slowly raised them again, cupping them from beneath. The rich brown nipples looked like quivering bits of light chocolate. She held her swollen breasts out to the woman in the mirror whose face she was unable to see, and the woman did the same. Lightly, she touched the tip of each nipple with her index fingers, pushing them into her aureole as if pushing the button in on a doorbell. A tingling, electric thrill charged through her as she watched the nipples pop out again.
Now, with her thumbs as well as her index fingers, Pat gripped each nipple and pressed, squeezing lightly, feeling a wild, maddening sensation charge through her body. Oh wow! She'd had no idea there was so much pleasure concentrated in the sensitivity of her nipples. She had known they were sensitive, but this was unbelievable.
Pat became aware of another sensation. Wetness was trickling down her right thigh. She remembered feeling wet in her crotch when in the elevator, earlier, but now, with no panty-crotch to contain the wetness, it went running down her thigh, and then her leg. The tickling sensation was driving her mad with desire.
Staring at the reflection of her body in the mirror, she had a full view of the thick, healthy pink labia she had seen before, when lying down. The cuntlips shone through her dark hair, seeming to stand out. Staring at it increased the tingling thrills building inside her body. This made her squeeze the solid flesh of her nipples that much harder. Odd, but it didn't hurt. It should have hurt, what with the way she was applying pressure, but it didn't. Instead, that wonderful, thrilling sensation built higher and higher, and Pat realized it was the feeling that would eventually lead to the climax she was seeking. More liquid was dripping down her thighs from within her seething vaginal interior. She moaned and sighed, but this time she didn't snap out of the reverie into which she was falling. Pat felt her lips were dry, and she licked them as her fingers continued to madly massage her enlarged nipples.
Closing her eyes, Pat recalled how Vane had bent down and licked Mary's nipples, and she had an unaccountable urge to taste herself. She wondered if Vane got as much enjoyment from sucking the nipples as Mary must have gotten from having them sucked. Well, she was about to find out for herself. With trembling hands, she raised both breasts as high as possible, pointing the nipple centers toward her mouth. Shudderingly, she bent her head and leaned toward her right breast. Her lips parted and she thrust her tongue all the way out, letting the tip graze her sensitive nipple.
Pat jumped as if someone had poked her with a cattle prod. God! It didn't merely feel good. It felt fantastic. And her tongue radiated with a funny feeling, letting her know men enjoyed sucking a woman's nipple as much as a woman enjoyed having a mouth at her breast. Golly! It had never occurred to her to try anything like this, before. The delights were totally new and immeasurable. Releasing her left breast, she used both hands to tug her other breast even higher. She strained to bring the nipple even closer to her mouth, feeling the saliva build inside, letting her know how anxious her mouth was to taste her nipple. Forcing her head lower, Pat thrust her tongue farther out. Then she began lapping the erect nipple. Her tongue moved back and forth, back and forth, and it became shiny with her sputum. She ached to push the entire breast into her mouth. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, her breasts were firm, solid, and well-proportioned, which meant the best she was able to do was push half a teat between her sucking lips. Each breast would have been more than a mouthful, had she been able to force the entire mammary higher. She sucked the nipple avidly, letting it scrape across her palate.
Eventually, the strain of holding her large breast up became too much, and Pat reluctantly released it. It fell back into place, hanging beside its twin, but more lustrous than the other teat because it glistened and shone with the oral attentions that had been paid to it. Would a man's mouth have the same effect, or would it be different? She wondered.
Pat's gaze drifted lower as she stared into the mirror. She was gazing at her flat stomach, a soft, firm plane of flesh, dimpled by a perfect navel. She enjoyed watching the way it moved in and out with her breathing.
Her hips were starting to swell nicely, though they would never become too large. She had a small, round pair of buttocks, shaped to attract men, though time would never turn the cheeks into heavy balloons. Not that she particularly cared about her buttocks. They were behind her, and the only way she'd ever see them would be to turn her back to the mirror and twist her head around. Somehow Pat didn't find the idea too exciting.
Her eyes continued drifting lower, and she was her rounded hips taper into firm, solid pillars of white, creamy flesh. She hadn't had a chance to do any sunbathing the past summer, and as a result, her flesh was as white as Mary's. But her black hair made her white skin seem even more lustrous. The creases where her luscious thighs joined her body were dark, thin lines, and they pointed in one direction. A faint, downy line of black fuzz ran from her navel in the same direction, and even the triangular patch of black curls was pointing at the puffy, pouting area of her pubes. It looked very much like Mary's, but as Pat had observed earlier, her labia were thicker and fuller, with a stronger outward swelling.
David Vane had referred to the female pubic area as the cunt or the pussy. Pat knew it as her vagina, and had no idea there were so many slang names for it. She recalled seeing the way Vane's meaty hose had plundered the tight, narrow slit between Mary's thighs. She also recalled the initial gasps of pain coming from Mary, at first, followed by sighs of rapturous ecstasy. Her clitoris, poking its head out from the membrane covering it, reminded her of the way her wet panty crotch had rubbed against the little nubbin, helping to bring on her first orgasm. Yes, yes, a lot of her sensitivity was in that clitoral bud. Remembering how the friction had brought on her orgasm caused Pat to shudder with wild, unimaginable sensations. Almost without realizing it, her right hand began slowly reaching down, and when the ball of her forefinger touched it, she jumped as if it had been touched with an exposed wire. Slowly she began massaging it, and the thrills began to instantly build in her hungry body. Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes! There was no doubt this was one of the centers of total enjoyment.
Looking around the room, she saw the armless chair in the corner, where she usually threw her clothes, at night. She walked over to it, brought it away from the corner and set it down before her dresser, but far enough away so she was able to see the lower half of her body when she sat. Now she spread her delightful white thighs wide apart, giving herself a full view of the puffy lips she had come to admire so much. In her mind there wasn't the slightest doubt that her cunt was prettier than Mary's. Now she saw more of the love dew seeping from it.
Reaching down, she cupped her right hand against the hair surrounded slash, enjoying the way her middle finger seemed to fit itself into the seeping cut. For a brief moment she shut her eyes, once again seeing David Vane's cock sinking into Mary's pretty box. The heel of her hand rubbed firmly against her clitoris. A wild sensation began shooting through her, building itself higher and higher. The contact was causing blistering thrills to fill her body and her buttocks began jumping up and down on the wooden chair. Her flaming vagina was dripping wet and all set to explode. She was becoming more and more sensitive because of the way her fingers moved through her labia. Two fingers now parted the petal-like flanges of soft, tender flesh, exposing the pink-welled interior. Hot, colorless fluid came squirting out of the deep hole, drenching her hand with its wetness.
Pat moaned, seeing, in her mind's eye, the way Mary's cunt had emitted the juices as well, and then she opened her eyes and saw her own vagina more drenched than Mary's would ever be. The thrilling sight of her cunt built the feelings even higher inside her. It was definitely more fun to look at her own vagina than that of another female.
Stretching her thighs even wider apart, Pat bounced her buttocks on the chair until she had levered her hips forward to give her an even better view of the delicate, satiny ribbons of flesh making up her labia. She had moved both hands between her thighs, and they were pressing into her tender labia, spreading them stickily apart. She was thrilled by the soft popping sounds she heard each time the lips separated from one another.
Now Pat had an even better view of her inner feminine enclave. It seemed strange to the teenage girl. She had no idea why she felt as she did, nor did she care. She did know she enjoyed the feelings running rampantly through her, and very much wanted to enhance them. There was something delightfully thrilling in seeing all that living, wet, heated pinkness-almost redness-as her fingers separated the entrance to her furry beaver. It was so completely ... exciting and wanton. Her delicate virginal hole, the place that looked so much like the tunnel in Mary violated by Dave Vane, looked like a yawning flesh chasm in need of solace. Yes, her vagina needed to be consoled, if only because it was still virginal and did not know the enjoyment of having a man inside. There was no doubt but that her cunt needed something inside. But she couldn't go out on the street and walk up to just any man and offer herself to him. No, the male had to be physically attractive, somewhat like Dave Vane. Not that she expected Vane would ever bother looking at her. She was so young compared to all the other girls and women he knew. At least, she supposed she was much younger than they, if Mary was any criterion.
Her eyes once again rested on that little nubbin of flesh at the top of her inner lips, sticking boldly out. It was a bright, rich crimson by now, vellicating wildly, as if begging her to touch it again. There were so many wonderful and wild sensations in that little extension of flesh.
Excitedly, Pat reached down with her left index finger and pushed against the fleshy little button. Maddening static began shooting through her, as if she had stuck her finger into a socket and current was rampantly running through her. Mad, insane ideas began chasing crazier, wilder thoughts through her entire mind and body. Her firm thighs began shuddering and trembling as heavy droplets of perspiration formed on her pelvis and trickled down alongside her fingers against her shuddering pussy.
Pat began rubbing her clitoris very very slowly, thrilling to each new, wonderful sensation as it took possession of her. Her finger began rubbing a little harder, and at the same time her other index finger, as if trying to steady her bouncing body, inserted itself in the pink, creamy orifice, moving carefully between those soft, slippery labia. The instant her finger slipped in, she began gyrating wildly, and this enhanced the friction of her finger against her sensitive clitoris.
Pat's eyes were wide open, almost bulging from her head as she gazed with unwavering concentration on the image of herself in the mirror, thrilling to the sight of the finger sliding in and out of the sodden vagina, knowing it was her own vagina, and the feelings she was enjoying were real, and not merely in her mind. She dared not push her fingers too far into her quivering cunt. There was some kind of obstruction inside, and the one time she did push her fingers too far in, she felt a little pain. No, better to push her fingers a little way in and concentrate on what her other forefinger was doing to her clit. Clit? Yes, she had heard the clitoris called a clit.
The girl began applying more and more pressure. Her entire body was coated with perspiration. And she continually attempted to force her thighs to spread themselves even wider apart, her spine resting on the very edge of the chair. She vividly applied more and more pressure to the ultra-sensitive area. The fingers within were rubbing against the upper wall of her vaginal cave, which was more sensitive than any of the other walls, and now they wildly massaged themselves against that portion of her inner realm.
Pinpricks of pleasure dotted Pat's trembling body from top to bottom. Blistering, thrilling, orgiastic sensations caused sparklers of slashing light to pin wheel inside her aroused brain. Both hands moved speedily now, one rubbing the tiny red button, the other forcing her fingers in and out of her boiling quim all the more rapidly. Bubbling water inside her suddenly became fiery lava, and this soon became molten metal as her entire body started to spastically tremble. The muscles in her arms and wrists were paining her, yet she endured the agony rather than stop. The orgasm she had felt in the elevator filled her memory, and the sensations building up in her body let her know what she would shortly feel would be far greater than the minor thrill that had quaked her at that time. The thrill built ever higher, and then she began experiencing the wonderful bliss she had known in the elevator, only to the fifth power, this time. Once more, she had to clench her teeth to keep herself from screaming. She didn't want her parents to hear her and come running upstairs to find out what was the matter.
The climax exploded from her frothing pussy as the colorless water inside began spewing insanely forth. Pat's two fingers were rubbing her cunt so hard, had it not been for the excessive amount of juice she was emitting, she would certainly have rubbed off some tender skin. The flaming com-juice drenched her fingers, her hand, her wrist, and even part of her forearm. Even so, her fingers continued their insane thrusting into her body, careful to avoid the membrane that caused pain when touched. But massaging the walls of her cunt as they did, her fingers completed the passionate, overwhelming explosion. The orgasm continued bearing down on her, giving her arms and legs the consistency of a rag doll. She chewed her lower lip repeatedly to keep herself from screaming aloud.
Pat jackknifed forward, both hands locked between her taut, slender thighs. Her torso was shuddering as it was hit by yet another, completely unexpected, orgasm. It was wonderful for Pat to learn how sensuous she really was, and despite the power of this second orgasm, it still was not enough. She needed more. She tumbled forward off the chair, slipping to the floor, her knees drawn up against her breasts as her fingers, jammed into her vagina, continued their wild manipulations.
Yes, she thought to herself, rubbing her cheek on the bedroom carpet, this had to be the most wonderful feeling a person could feel. It was a culminative sensation without equal. And yet ... yet ... it still wasn't enough. There had to be more. There had to be a better feeling.
"Patricia!" her mother's voice called from downstairs, breaking into her reverie. "Supper."
Everything was subsiding now. She slowly rose to her feet and dressed. Yes, there was more, much more. She had seen some of it that afternoon, in the elevator. And one day she would find out about it for herself.
CHAPTER THREE
Pat was more than anxious to get to her job the following day, but it turned out to be a routine day. In fact, the next two weeks turned out to be routine. True, she saw Dave Vane from time-to-time. He had a habit of pinching her bottom each time he entered the elevator to let her know he was there. And every Friday he slipped her a ten-dollar bill. Many attractive women got on the elevator with Vane, but none of them ever did any talking until they were up in his office. And none of them were invited up to his penthouse apartment. It soon dawned on Pat that if Vane intended inviting a woman to his penthouse, she would have to pass the "elevator test" first.
Every night, Pat went home and masturbated, imagining herself to be Vane's lover. It wasn't that he was the handsomest or the most masculine man she had ever seen. But his was the first cock she had ever seen. She was certain other men didn't sport anything nearly as large. She didn't fancy herself in love with the man. There was something about Vane that made it impossible for a girl like Pat to love him. He was strong, virile, and masculine, but he was too dominant, more concerned with his own pleasure, but his own pleasure was primary. Yet he was the kind of man Pat would have willingly surrendered her virginity to, had he propositioned her. But he didn't. All he did was wink at her and pinch her bottom each time he got on the elevator, as if the two of them were sharing some wonderful conspiracy.
And then, one day, as she was taking him up to his penthouse, he spoke to her.
"How old are you, kid?" he asked.
"My name is Pat," she told him. "I'm not a kid."
"Yeah, well you sure look old enough. Hey, I can tell from the way you look at me, you think I was kind of rough on the blonde, Mary Rath, that day we were alone in the elevator."
"Do you really care what I think?" Pat asked.
"In a way," he nodded. "You see, you'll be on this elevator for as long as you work here, and you'll be seeing a lot more things like that. I know you have more sense than to talk about it, but I think you should know, I treat a lady like a lady, and a tramp like a tramp. They want to be treated that way. Mary is a little bit of a tramp, so I had to force her into doing what she really wanted to do, anyway. She's more than glad I did. She comes to the apartment once a week, in the late evenings now, by herself. And she does it because she likes it, and for no other reason."
"Look, I really don't care what you do or why," Pat insisted.
"You don't understand, kid," he smiled. "Tomorrow, I'll be entertaining another lady in this elevator while you're here. Compared to Mary, this one is a real bitch. When I say she's a tramp, I don't mean she sells herself to everyone. There are trampy dames who have loads of money, too. This happens to be one of them. She wants to hire me to handle her divorce case. She expects me to suck a lot of money out of her soon-to-be ex-husband. And I will, provided she does precisely what I want. You see, in her case, money isn't enough. She's a snob. Whatever sex she ever did go in for with that shnook of a husband was of the missionary kind. She doesn't think anything else is proper. So no matter what you see tomorrow, don't start thinking about what a bastard I am. I'm giving this dame a dose of some good medicine. Got me?"
"Yes sir," Pat nodded as the elevator stopped at the penthouse.
"You're a good kid," Vane said, stepping out of the elevator. "Maybe, some evening, when I'm not entertaining clients, you and I might ... well ... we'll see."
He winked at her again as the elevator door closed.
Inwardly, Pat was both thrilled and scared. Vane had all but propositioned her. And though she had often dreamed of his doing just that, she knew she would have rejected him had he actually asked her, then and there. Not that she had any objections to screwing in an elevator. It was a nice, private place, where no cameras were hidden. The sound of the elevator machinery made it impossible to use hidden microphones, and the movement of the elevator definitely enhanced erotic feelings. But her fear of the unknown, of not really knowing what it was like to have a penis injected into her, would have made Pat refuse Vane. And as she rode the elevator down, Pat mentally kicked herself for refusing a proposition she had never received. Sooner or later she would have to find out what it was all about, and Vane was as good a man as any to teach her. Still, she was afraid.
That evening, when she went home, she didn't masturbate. And because she didn't, she slept poorly, with bad dreams.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day, at three fifteen, Pat took the elevator to the second floor. Dave Vane got on, and with him was what appeared to be a very reluctant woman. Yet the woman got on of her own accord. Vane didn't pull her or coax her or say anything to her, which led Pat to believe the woman had some kind of idea as to what was about to take place. Pat, at a nod from Vane, punched the OVERRIDE button, then faced forward, this time staring at the chrome reflections of the two people behind her.
"All right, Linda," Vane said. "Here and now."
Linda, like Mary, was blonde. But Linda was a honey blonde. Linda was short, with a cherubic face, and a little on the chubby side. Pat knew at once this woman was not nearly as well built as Mary or herself. She wondered why Vane wanted anything to do with the woman. Her breasts were big, but only because she was a bit chubby. She had a round stomach and a large behind. Linda was wearing a loose dress to try and hide her cherubic shape, but her roundness wouldn't stay hidden.
Pat stared at the reflection of the attorney and saw his tented pants and knew he was aroused. Obviously there was something about this woman which got him all steamed up. Linda was facing away from him, looking at the side of the elevator, her short, golden hair covering her nape. The indirect lighting in the elevator made it all but impossible to see through the woman's blue dress. But her shoulders did have a nice, gentle slope to them, and her waist, though a little heavy, managed to be shadowed by her breasts. Pat had to admit there was a sensual curve to the woman's hips that really looked nice. Pat also noticed Linda had nice legs. Yes, now that she took a second look, Pat saw some extreme sensuality in the woman, but Linda was doing her best to keep it hidden. When Vane gulped, anticipating what lay ahead, his cock jerked in his pants. Linda, facing away from him, didn't see it. But Pat, staring at his reflection, immediately noticed it.
"Come on, let's not play games," Vane said. "I told you my terms, and you agreed on them. Here, now, in the moving elevator. Don't worry about the elevator girl. She won't turn around and look."
His eyes were locked on the blonde woman, but Linda remained facing away from him as if she didn't hear him. She slowly began undoing the zipper on her dress as if she were in some kind of trance. There was a small railing in the elevator, and when the woman took off her garments, she carefully draped them over the railing. Finally, she was completely undressed, save for her pumps, which she wore to keep her feet from feeling cold.
Vane stood there, watching her, knowing he was going to get his way. Yet he was irritated by her indifferent manner. The cold bitch was doing what he wanted, but not in the way he wanted. She was behaving in a totally uncaring way, as if to tell him to get it over with. Well this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. For a moment he became indignant.
"Just what are you trying to pull?" he asked.
Turning toward him, letting him see her naked front for the first time, allowing her full breasts with their rosy tips to bobble before his eyes, she breathed deeply, watching as he undressed in front of her. When he was totally naked, with his jacket and shirt spread out on the elevator floor, his strong, muscular legs widespread, Linda's eyes were ungovernably drawn to the massive length and breadth standing out from under the hairy bush on his pelvis. It sliced through the air like a red-tipped sword, jutting stiffly out in her direction. Then Linda's eyes moved haughtily up to his face.
"I told you, if you're going to insist on this, I'll do it, but I won't like it," she told him. "If it thrills you to force me to your will, then by all means, do so."
The tone in her voice was one of indifference mingled with disgust. Her eyes were now closed, as if shutting him out. Yet Vane was aware the picture of his upstanding cock was locked in her mind, if only because it was the most massive truncheon in town. He saw her shudder as a ripple of unwanted excitement coursed through Linda.
Pat also saw the woman shudder, and since she was feeling excited, she understood the meaning of Linda's quiver, Linda's eyes were clenched shut, forcing herself not to take a second look.
"You're trying to make more of this than you should," Pat heard Vane tell Linda.
For the first time, the elevator girl realized Vane had been drinking. He was usually very calm. This time he was irritated and angry. She saw the blood pulsing in his temple artery, even in the reflection in the chrome door with all its distortions. And matching the pulsations in his head were the twitching movements of his throbbing penis.
"All I want is a simple divorce," Linda insisted. "That gives you no excuse to be physical with me."
"The fact that you're a woman and I'm a man is all the excuse I need," Vane told her. "You didn't have to accept my terms. You know full well there are many other divorce lawyers who could have gotten a good settlement for you. And they would have been less expensive than I, and not demand any kind of physical payment."
"And you know you're the best attorney in town," Linda snapped back. "There will be no unexpected things taking place with you in the courtroom. You'll get me a far bigger settlement than any of the other lawyers, and it's worth it to me to pay the higher fee."
"But it's not worth it to put out for me?"
"At another time, in another place, I ... might be ... willing."
"Bullshit! You're a frigid bitch who has to be warmed up. And I'm just the cocksman to do it. Baby, there are things about a cock you have yet to learn, and today is the first lesson. I'm not the least bit interested what you do with your husband ... or what you don't do, for that matter. I want your cunt, all right, but not the way you think. Maybe, if you do what I want well enough, I'll feed my cock into your cunt, and you'll be glad to have it."
"I'm glad you have so much self-confidence," Linda snapped. "It'll do wonders in court."
"Don't worry about what I do in court," Vane snapped. "There's no one around as good, and you damn well know it. By the same token, there's no one as good when it comes to using a cock. And this is something else you're about to find out."
Pat had never seen Vane so angry. Even Linda was afraid, shrinking away from him into a corner of the elevator. The blonde woman felt a shudder ripple coldly over her nude, silken flesh as she stared at Vane. She also saw him clutch at his hot, thrusting stalk of solid red flesh. He was licentiously stroking it back and forth, the foreskin sliding over the corona again and again. The lascivious sight both fascinated her and repelled her. Linda had never bothered looking too closely at her husband's cock. She always insisted on doing things in the dark, under the covers, with him putting it in, coming quickly, and pulling out. Since she was usually very, very quick to come, that was all she wanted or needed. When her husband suggested some kinky kinds of sex, she consistently rebuffed him. That was why he had started fooling around on the outside, and that was why he had been caught by private detectives Linda had hired.
Linda had agreed to let Vane "do things" with her in the elevator, but she was fast becoming angry at his obnoxious dominating manner. That, plus his use of certain words, irritated her beyond belief.
"You just keep tugging on it like that," she snapped. "It looks very natural there, in your hand. You're like some spoiled brat who has to run into the bathroom and play with himself because not everyone finds him fascinating. Go on, Mr. Vane. Pull it! Keep on pulling it. Because I've changed my mind and I've decided I don't want you to put it into my vagina."
Normally, Vane would have let her words slide off him like water off the proverbial duck's back. But the drinks had clouded his judgment, and he didn't know what he was doing.
Pat stared at their reflections as Vane slapped Linda's face. The blonde woman fell to the floor of the elevator, and Vane fell too, straddling her with his knees, his buttocks sitting on her lush, rounded breasts, the nipples digging into his flesh. His knees were cruelly pinning her arms to the floor, though her forearms were free. He reached down with one hand and gripped her short hair, tugging her head upright, much the way he had tugged Mary's head up. But with his other hand he was gripping his cock, and instead of merely waving it in front of her as he had done with Mary, he brought it forward, forcing the bright-red head toward her clamped-together lips. The hand gripping her hair was tugging her face closer to the dripping penis.
"Stop it!" Linda screamed through clenched teeth. "I won't do it, damn you! This is disgusting. I'll never do anything like this."
Pat stared, wide-eyed, not daring to move. At first, she, too, had been disgusted at the idea of a man putting a penis into a woman's mouth. But remembering how much she enjoyed sucking her own nipples, she wondered if she'd enjoy sucking a thick cock. The idea made her brain really start to spin. Oh, yes, yes, that would really be something. She wanted to try it, but at the moment she didn't dare move. She had to stay perfectly still.
"Yes you will, you goddamn cunt," he snarled. "You damn bitch. You think your fucking mouth is so sacred. Well let me tell you, you're going to suck my prick until I shoot my load down that sweet throat of yours. It's about time you learned what jizz tastes like. You'll suck it or as the elevator girl is my witness, I'll drop your case. Now you just make believe it's a tasty stick of candy. Believe me, Linda, soon you'll be sucking it just like its candy."
His hand released his penis and he slapped the blonde woman, first on one cheek, then on the other. The resounding sound of the smacks startled Pat as they echoed in the tiny, enclosed elevator. It was at the top of the shaft at the moment, and now started on its way down.
Just as Mary had struggled against Vane, so did Linda fight him, now. Her body writhed under his ass, her legs kicking out futilely. Her fury knew no restraint as tears of mortified shame started streaming down her cheeks. Linda knew, even as she fought, her struggles were in vain. The unbelievable insane luridness of this obscene spectacle was as much her fault as it was his. She should never have agreed to this ridiculous business of being naked in an elevator.
"Suck it!" Vane was saying. "Take my cock in that hot mouth, you snotty cunt," he bellowed savagely, staring down at her and jerking her head wickedly by her blonde hair up toward his pulsating rod. And each time she refused, he slapped her face again, continuing to hurt her until the weight of his ass on her breasts became so heavy, she was no longer able to struggle. Ultimately, she went limp.
Linda heard the rasping of Vane's heavy breathing as his knees, pressing on her muscles, caused numbness to set in. His lean buttocks flattened her full breasts against her chest, making her gasp for air, and his huge cock now rested its head against her chin. Slowly, and with closed, tear-filled eyes, Linda raised her head. She shuddered, knowing she was about to do something she had always thought abhorrent. The idea of biting him crossed her mind, but she didn't dare. She needed him to get her lucrative divorce. So, in order to get that fat settlement, she now had to do what she had never done before. It sickened her to even think about it. The best thing was to do it with a closed mind ... don't think about it.
"No way, Linda-bitch," Vane snarled, withdrawing his knees from her arms. "I know what's going on in your mind, and if you think I'm going to let you do this without knowing and fully appreciating what you're doing, think again. Take the full length of it in your hands and lick it, from top to bottom. Lick up one side and down the other, you goddamn cunt. Then you lick my balls until every inch of scrotum is soaking wet. You keep using that tongue, non-stop. If you do stop, I'll take the belt off my pants and tan that lovely ass of yours. We're about to find out just how talented and educated that mouth of yours is. Start licking."
Pat felt her breath caught in her throat. She wondered if Linda would do it. She knew she would never have to be forced to do something like this. She wanted to do it. Oh Lord! Heat burned through her at the prospect of being able to do it. Yet she had to remain facing forward, her arms at her sides.
Vane's face was a mask of enraged, grotesque, sadistic lust as he watched the subservient nakedness of his latest client. Linda's face was pleading and awe-stricken as her numb arms felt prickles of returning sensation, allowing her to raise her hands toward the heavy penis jerking against her lower lip. Her fingers reached up and slowly touched the throbbing rod. After a moment, feeling the heated staff quiver, she forced her fingers to wrap themselves around the phallic spire, sending heated sensations of lust shooting through the fleshy rod. It jerked as if it had been hit by lightning, and the grunting sound coming from Vane's throat echoed the building tension in his body.
Raptly gazing at the reflections in the chrome door, Pat almost jumped when she saw Linda's eyes pop open in a combination of debased subjugation and unwanted passion. Tiny flames of intractable lust were kindling in the depths of those eyes.
"You are going to learn, once and for all," Vane told Linda. "There's more to sex than lying back and letting some man jam his prick into your hole. And by God! You'll not only learn new things today, but you'll like every bit of it. You'll suck my dick to my satisfaction, or you'll strangle to death in the attempt."
By now, Pat was used to hearing absolutes. She knew Vane was exaggerating more than a little, and she wasn't worried he'd choke the poor woman. In fact, knowing Vane as she did, Pat was certain Linda would eventually get to like what he was making her do. He was the kind of man who was determined to get his way, even if it meant changing the mind of another human being.
Vane was shuddering, himself. The drinks had made him over-bold, and for awhile he was afraid he had finally gone too far. But now, feeling the way Linda's hands were actually holding his cock, as if caressing the turgid extension against her will, unbelievable flashes of electrical carnality seemed to be incited inside him. Thrills raced through him, blinding him to everything other than the total degradation of this particular woman.
Linda was unable to comprehend the emotions trying to take hold of her anguished self. The almost overwhelming anger and frustration, added to the bitterness Vane had evoked in her, plus the dejection she felt at having to suffer through all this, was enough to frazzle the nerves of anyone. Now there was the addition of terrifying fear, and that fear had driven her to defend herself against what she felt was a very lurid and depraved attack. Now everything was giving way to fermenting galvanizations spiraling through her loins and belly as her fingers curled around the throbbing presence of his very real, unbelievably thick cock. She clutched it in her grasping hands, and then found herself whimpering aloud. Linda's cobwebbed brain had become an entangled mixture of inconstant reactions, and the added presence of this monstrous phallus held in the circle of her tiny fist, less than an inch from her lips, now hurriedly overshadowed all other things. Once again a tear tumbled from her eye, running halfway down her cheek before falling into the hair at her temple. Her fingers were involuntarily squeezing and stroking the penile monster. His fingers, tightening, in her hair, enhanced the lust inside her. At that moment, Linda realized she had a touch of masochism inside her. She wanted to be hurt ... a little bit.
"Come on, come on," Vane roared. "Start using that tongue. Put it to work licking my cock, you bitch," he snarled, staring down at her, tugging her bewildered face closer to his enormous pylon. "All the goddamn pleading in the world isn't going to let you off this hook, honey. When this is all over you may never want to know me, but until your case is settled in court, you are going to learn to give head and love it."
"God!" Linda gasped. "Ohhhhh God!"
Her gasp was not a plea for salvation, but rather a question to the Almighty as to why she was feeling so aroused at the idea of suddenly giving in to this man. She would have laughed in her husband's face had he suggested they do anything like this. Once, when he even suggested a change of position she had locked her husband out of the bedroom for a week. It was bad enough this man wanted her to lick his penis, but eventually he wanted her to suck the whole thing into her mouth, and even swallow the sperm he was going to eject. It made Linda wonder how many other women in this world did such depraved acts.
"Stop stalling," Vane snapped, ready to slap her again. "I want to feel that tongue of yours go to work. And when you've finished using your tongue, start to work with those lips. Before this elevator ride is finished, you'll be an accomplished fellatrice."
For the littlest instant a surge of panic almost swept over Linda. She suddenly realized she was trapped and there was no escape He intended making her perform this perverted act, and once again that strange masochistic sensation inside her began stirring up and surging through her as, in the depths of her abasement, she continued pulling and tugging on the penis. Linda sensed the way Vane was writhing, and her ears thrilled to the moans his mouth emitted when she tugged back the foreskin and exposed the glistening red head. Her fist manipulated the thick outer flesh back and forth, her mind concentrating on the lewdness of what he was making her do. And finally, there was nothing other than the hot, burning sensation of his massive prick in her small fist, her fingers barely able to encircle it. And now she slowly but surely raised her head, opening her mouth.
Linda heard Vane choke in licentious anticipation while incomprehensible trickles of desire began rampantly charging through her feminine torso, causing her to take a deep breath, hold it, and stick out her tongue, allowing it to come into contact with the soft, rubbery penile tip. With a little hesitation she permitted her oral organ to swirl around the helmet-like point, tasting his salty flesh. And all the while Vane, staring at her pink tongue, gasped, writhing his ass cheeks against her breasts. And then the point of her tongue braved the little slit in the tip of his penis and licked into it, slurping and slavering as if trying to draw out his lubrication.
Pat, staring, felt the saliva in her own mouth start to build, and she realized she was jealous of Linda. She wanted to be the one to suck on that massive penis. God! If only Vane would ask her to join in. She was aching to become part of all this.
Linda continued holding her breath, and for the first time in her spoiled life tasted the pungent tang emitted from the tip of a male phallus. The passion-incited seminal lubrication came out in tiny droplets, and her tongue scooped them out before they were able to fall. Though she tried fighting it, Linda felt a new wave of unwanted excitement coursing through her, provoking her, making her nostrils flare, widely. Am then her tongue was automatically licking along the vein-embossed underside, washing that part of the penis again and again, moving all the way to the base, where it joined the scrotum, then back up to the corona where her tongue circled the rim. Her tiny hand opened to let her tongue lick the underside, then tightened when the tongue moved away, jerking assiduously, squeezing the heavy base. She felt the wrinkled scrotum against the side of her hand and almost laughed because the many hairs covering it tickled her. Now her fingers encircled the doughy mass of testicles, and her nails subconsciously drew themselves lightly through the wrinkles, making him writhe. And then the bloated mass was cupped in her palm and she was gently closing her fingers around the throbbing length.
Linda's face was nuzzling the hard cock, and her tongue was licking it with unqualified affection. Without realizing it, she was truly starting to enjoy what she was doing. She no longer thought about the elevator girl, nor the movement of the elevator, itself. All she cared about was this wonderful object her tongue was tasting and her fingers were caressing. Her other hand was clutching the heavy penile length, tugging down on it, keeping the proud, carmine head fully exposed. Pursing her mouth, she moved her suddenly eager lips forward, letting them encircle the ponderous scarlet cap within their ovalled circle, allowing the heated staff to slide right along the entire length of her working tongue as her wet, circular-shaped mouth absorbed more and more of it. The oozing drops of seepage filled the hot oral shelter with its wildly arousing piquancy.
Vane gasped above the woman's awkwardly nodding head as she had to raise it to keep it moving. He stared at the way Linda labored, her mouth sucking on the very tip of his throbbing phallus, hardly able to believe the salacious sight of her haughty face, now so erotically and licentiously distorted as she began sucking in earnest. Jesus God! He had really set off something inside the woman. It was something even she had not been aware of, though he was willing to bet she was aware of it right now. Little by little she was munching her way up the length of his rod, intent on fitting every "last little bit of it into her mouth. He groaned again, then grabbed his pants which lay off to the side, rolled them into a tight ball, and shoved them under Linda's head, pillowing it. He eased her head back against the rolled up pants, then put his weight forward, on his knees, taking his ass off her breasts, pushing his cock further forward. He was as intent as she in wanting every last little bit of cock stuffed into her mouth, even if it meant pushing his head into her pharynx. His hands reached forward and moved behind her head, pulling it up a little, making it easier for her. And all the while, one of Linda's hands cupped the weighty clump of his testicles with loving care, while the other hand tightly gripped the base of his cock.
Jesus H. Christ. In all the years Vane had been blown by women, he had never known one to learn this quickly or this eagerly. She was munching his cock with as much feeling as he had when he sucked pussy. God! Now he began a slow undulation of his hips, sliding the thick, lustful penis in and out of the girl's mouth. She sucked noisily, and it echoed throughout the small elevator car. His hands still held her head up a little, and she continued guiding his penis in and out of her mouth with her own hand, while her other hand continued massaging the throbbing wang.
Pat watched, totally captivated by the sight in the chrome elevator door. She felt lewd, burning sensations charge through her as Linda's cheeks puffed and sucked in, and the woman's head moved with more speed, fervently bobbing up and down all the more quickly, letting him know she had not only surrendered totally to what he wanted her to do, but she was actually enjoying it. He continued jamming his throbbing dong between her circle-shaped lips, thrusting back and forth with greater and greater fury.
David Vane was smiling. It was a wicked, obscene smile; a smile of total dominant lust. With each maddening thrust into her now-receptive mouth the woman moaned in unalloyed wanton passion and massaged the heavy scrotum between his thighs.
Linda was unable to resist the licentious stimulation she felt because of being forced to suck her lawyer's throbbing cock. Her cheeks stung with the vicious slaps he had delivered to her face, and her breasts continued to throb from the crushing weight of his buttocks pressing down. But the friction of his ass-flesh made her nipples distend, and when he put more pressure on his knees, lifting his cheeks up to ram his cock more certainly into Linda's mouth, her nipples tried reaching out to touch his cheeks. She couldn't recall when she felt so totally and wonderfully chastised. For the first time in her life she was defenseless and humble before a man, sordidly shamed, yet it was all so perversely wanton and wonderful. She felt totally enraptured and continual sensations of flaming lust mounted higher and higher inside her. She had never had these hungry feelings of salaciousness, before. A growing, intemperate licentiousness charged wildly through her thighs and her soft, rounded belly.
The woman clung possessively to the cock on which she sucked, fearful it might be taken from her. Tears continued to run down her cheeks, but these were tears of unfathomable masochistic joy and pleasure. She had never, in her wildest dreams, in her remotest fantasies, ever imagined sucking on a man's throbbing dong brought such total and sheer bliss. She found her tongue eagerly exploring every ridge and curve of the phallic member. The tip of her tongue tried reaching down to the base in the hope of examining the wrinkles in his balls, but she had yet to fit all of the cock into her mouth. Her lips slid to the top of the heavy prick, and her tongue lapped around and around the mushroom-shaped crown, and once again licked into the little slit, tasting the salty tang of his lubricity. And all the while her vagina grew hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter.
Vane gaped down at the absorbing, interesting face of the woman sucking his penis. His hands were pressed against her cheeks, guiding her face back and forth along the length of his pulsating wand. He slammed his cock in and out with a certain ferocity, watching the way her contorted lips clung salaciously to the length and breadth of his massive shaft. He watched her lips fold in on themselves each time he plunged forward, then thrilled to the sight of them tugging out again each time his penis pulled back. He shoved his penis deeper now, feeling her throat gag when the head of his masterful cock attempted to penetrate it. He pulled back a little, then shoved forward again, and this time managed to sink the shaft a little deeper. Yes, his cock was actually reaching into the shimmering depths of her esophagus.
Pat wondered if it was humanly possible for Linda to swallow the entire length of that penis. Certainly it was difficult, if not impossible in that position. But little by little, she watched the shaft sink deeper. She even heard Linda choke and gag as the penis went in, yet the way her hands squeezed Vane's balls let Pat know the blonde woman wanted to try taking that entire length into her mouth. The wiry hairs of his pelvis were pressing against her nose. Yes, yes, the woman was taking the whole length of cock into her mouth. Pat was amazed. But she knew, if Linda was able to do it, so was she. The woman's hips and thighs bounced wildly on the elevator floor, and Pat realized though Linda might enjoy sucking, her vagina needed satisfaction.
Pat wasn't the only one who realized Linda was thrashing her lower half all over the elevator floor. Vane turned his head and looked back. One glance at the blonde's voluptuous, sensually aroused lower body was all the man needed. He craned his neck to see her round, white loins pressing tightly against one another. The mad, wild, undulating, writhing movement of her hips was too much, and he forced her to lie down as he eased his swollen cock from her sucking lips.
"Ummmm ... more ... more ... let me suck more," Pat heard Linda gasp, and realized David Vane had conquered again. He had made a woman do something she didn't want to do, but more important, he had made her like it.
"Easy," Vane was whispering.
"Please," Linda pleaded. "Oh please, please, please, let me finish it. Let me taste your sperm. I want to suck it and suck it and suck it again. It's wonderful. It's so fat and long and tastes so good ... I want it ... I want it ... "
"Slow down, Linda-baby," Vane reassured her, sliding back and kissing her mouth gently. "I'm not taking my cock away from you. Honey, all I'm going to do is turn around, and while you keep on sucking my cock, I'm going to munch on that tasty cunt of yours. I can smell the soap you use to keep it clean, and it has me all hot and bothered. I have to taste you, honey."
"Huh?" Linda asked, coming out of her funk. "You want to put your mouth down there?"
"Sure," Vane told her, hoarsely. "Nothing tastes as good to a man as a good, sweet pussy."
"Well ... I don't know. I've never let my husband do anything like that. I've always thought it so ... well, you know ... "
"Hey, baby, that's the place where life starts in the body. Now when you wash it out, that's the most sanitary place on earth. And I can tell, you keep your pussy nice and clean."
"Well, yes, I do wash it. I believe it important to smell nice all over."
"That you do, sweet doll. Now let me kiss it."
"Okay," Linda nodded, lying flat on the floor, her head still pillowed by his rolled up pants.
Pat, who knew the thrill of a finger against her clitoris, realized David Vane was about to apply his tongue to this woman's extended little bit of hardened flesh, and the mere thought of being lapped down there drove her insane. Oh wow!
"Okay ... what?" Vane asked.
"You know ... what you said," Linda told him.
"Tell me," Vane insisted, "what did I say?"
"Kiss ... it," Linda begged.
"Kiss what?"
"Kiss me between the thighs," Linda said, reddening.
"What do you want me to kiss?"
"My ... uhhhh ... vagina."
"Come on, Linda. Call it by its real name."
"Damn you, you take away every last shred of a woman's dignity."
"What's dignity compared to what you want me to do? Come on Linda, tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."
"Kiss my cunt, you son of a bitch!" she snapped. "Lick it."
"Say please," he insisted.
"Please, pretty please, please with sugar and honey on it, please with cunt juice on it. Please!!!"
Instead of actually turning around, Vane began slowly sliding down the length of Linda's chubby body, taking the time to nibble at her soft, full, lovely teats. He buried his face against their fullness, enjoying the satin smoothness of her white flesh. Then his face was pressing into her warm, rounded belly, his tongue slurping into her navel, making her writhe with sensuous madness. At last, he had this bitch totally where he wanted her, and she'd do whatever he wanted.
Linda's hand was pressing on his head, her fingers wrapping strands of his hair around themselves. She felt a warmth with this man she had never known with her fishlike husband. Her brain reeled, spinning wildly and erotically in licentious anticipation. Abruptly, she felt his strong palms pressing against the rounded white softness of her inner thighs. He was moving her loins farther and farther apart, and her breath began bubbling in her bosom as she waited with thrilled anticipation for what she now desperately wanted to happen.
Pat, too, was holding her breath, staring, aching to see Vane do it to Linda, but really wanting him to do it to her. Golly! This was something. She was getting one heck of an education, all right. This was terrific. She only hoped she would be the one to experience all this in the near future. David Vane was one terrific lover.
"Get ready," Vane's sure, gravelly voice whispered. "Here we go."
"My God!" Linda gasped. "My God! How wrong can I be? All these years there was so much waiting for me, and I repulsed it. God! Do it to me, David. Suck my cunt!"
"You betcha," he told her, his warm breath covering her mons.
"God! I've been a complete bitch to my husband. No wonder he went out looking for other women. God! Do whatever you want to me, David. I won't ever make the same mistake a second time. Lick my slit, Dave."
She rolled, lurched and sighed as his hot, burning, wet lips slowly closed over the pouting mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed him lightly pressing damp, teasing kisses, lavishing them on her silken-haired slit, making the juices within tinglingly flow. Linda writhed, enjoying his kisses more than any other she had ever received. They were beautiful, wonderful kisses, teasingly arousing her as his mouth moved through the hair, kissing her flesh. His prickling lips covered the soft flaps of her tender outer labia, and then his tongue was shooting between them, licking between the inner labia as well, parting the sparse hedge of darkness, flicking snakelike into the trembling, quivering depths of her drenched slash.
Every muscle and nerve in Linda's aching body reacted uncontrollably to the wild, thrilling, pulsating licks of maddening pleasure he was giving her as the cuntlips surrounded his tongue and clung tightly to it. Choking moans of servile submission came chokingly from her gasping throat. Thrills blistered through the depths of Linda's body as never before. She had one of her quick, small orgasms; the kind that had always satisfied her when she had been with her husband. Only now she realized it was not enough. It was not nearly enough. She needed more and more, and she knew Dave Vane was going to see to it she got more. Choking gasps of subservient delight came tumbling from between her lips.
Great God! Was this the ultimate feeling? Was this the acme of delight? Was it the very apex of sexual thrills and enchantment? All kinds of wild, different, heretofore unknown sensations were being awakened inside Linda as the elevator continued its endless journey up and down, up and down.
Pat continued looking at their reflected images, wishing she was the girl on the floor. Just looking at all this was driving her wild with maddening desire. She wanted to feel a tongue in her own slit, and at the same time she ached to suck that huge, red penis. Golly! She remembered the smell of his semen when he had fired it into Mary, and she ached to discover if it tasted as delicious as the aroma hinted. If it did, she'd swallow the liquid all the way into her belly.
Linda's mind was engulfed in a maddening vortex of building enchantment, and the arousal was so spectacular, her mind was closed to everything else. A maddening, sensual tempest was making her body glow. Her white, sweaty flesh was shimmering, and her own hands were now running up and down the length of her rounded body. They touched the hard-nippled, soft mounds of her swollen breasts, noting how they were throbbing. Then her fingers trailed down over the satin skin of her stomach, coming to rest magnetically on either side of her flushed, soaked, throbbingly palpitating pussy labia. As she writhed, Linda heard Vane panting, thrilling to the feel of his hot breath against her sparse pubic hairs as she licentiously spread the pink flesh in the hope of making it easier for his mouth to reach into her. Her hair-lined drapes of flesh pulled farther apart, revealing the rich inner pinkness of her interior to his hungry gaze. Her trembling, delicate fingers tugged hard, feeling his cheeks graze them as he pushed his face lower. He grunted, and the sound seemed to travel into her vagina and rattle every bone in her quivering body. Dropping his head, he drew his hot, wet tongue along the entire length of exposed pinkness, slurping the juices of the coral flesh into his mouth as his nose rubbed into the flowerlike interior of her perfumed pussy.
"Oh my God!" Linda screamed. "Oh God! God! God! More! Oh yes, yes, yes, keep on doing it."
And Pat, staring at the way his face was working into Linda's vagina, felt a small climax burst through her. The sight completely overwhelmed her.
"Ummmppphhh!" was all David Vane was able to say with his mouth jammed into Linda's almost-smoking vestry. He, himself, was unable to comprehend what was taking place inside Linda. He had known she would enjoy all this, but he'd had no idea she was so intense in her feelings. This cool, reserved woman had suddenly lost her reserve, totally and completely. He had completely turned her on, more than any other woman he had ever known. She was hotter than fire, itself.
Vane raised his head and stared at the ragged, pink, scalloped lips her fingers pulled open for him, as if offering him an appetizing delicacy beyond anything he had ever known, before. The richly flushed tenderness of her inner pussy was totally exposed to his staring eyes. Lust throbbed through him. He had conquered another female, and once again he had underestimated her capacity for passion. Now his eyes were greedily absorbing the breathtaking sight before him. Savage spasms of lascivious desire charged through him as his throbbing cock beat fitfully against part of his jacket covering the floor.
"Please ... please ... " Linda was gasping. "Don't torture me any longer. Do it, do it! Suck my cunt," she begged, making Vane's ears tingle with pleasure. "You're teasing me and it isn't fair. I can't stand it. Oh God! David, put your tongue inside me again."
Pat listened, wondering how a woman of such proud bearing was suddenly reduced to a crazed, whimpering mass of feminine flesh. Her mind boggled at the prospect of sinking this low. She was willing to do anything Vane wanted, but Pat knew she'd be double-damned before she'd allow herself to be humiliated in this manner.
Vane gaped at the widespread pink orifice Linda held open for him. He saw it glistening with heavy drops of her inner moisture, and its shininess aroused the carnality in him to an even higher pitch. God! Her wide-open vaginal maw was actually twitching and squirming as she writhed her full thighs. Vane stared at the exposed intricacies of her vaginal interior in wonder. He had never really seen inside a pussy before, and this woman really had her labia tugged wide apart.
Once again Vane's head fell, and Linda shrieked as the full length of his hot, slick tongue sank into the quivering swamp of her dripping vagina. The tightly clasping walls of her cunt surrounded his tongue and pulled it solidly into her.
Linda gasped, moaned and whimpered, making all kinds of unintelligible noises. Her soft, tiny feminine hands clutched his hair all the more tightly, pulling his head solidly against her trembling outer labia. She gasped out throaty, hoarse sounds while ramming his face into the wide-open tunnel she was offering to him. The fleece-lined furrow surrounded his cheeks, and had her vaginal interior not been so narrow, she would have forced his nose inside along with his working tongue, suffocating him. She rotated her hips against the floor, bouncing her buttocks wildly against the supporting hardness. Linda writhed, squirmed and shuddered as weird, incessant mewlings poured from between her clenched teeth. Her feet, still wearing the pumps, pressed solidly into the floor, letting her raise her delectable loins higher, jamming his face even deeper into the silk-lined honeypot. The sensuous, heated walls within her feminine grotto opened and closed around the slick, inplunging digit, belying the fact that she had never had this done to her, before. Her automatic reaction was such, Vane would have sworn she had educated her inner muscles.
Suddenly he tugged his tongue out of her seething narrow bowl of tissue, licking upward through the widespread fissure, tasting her wetness and drinking down her sap. His tongue came into contact with her reddened clitoris, licking it wildly, slurping it, tasting it, pulling it between his lips. He sucked, drawing on the tingy bud as if hoping to pull some delicious moisture from it. And while his tongue kept up the maddening licking against the straining plexus of her femininity, his hands were busy working. One hand squeezed both her full breasts together so it was able to massage her nipples, while the other hand rubbed the flesh of her rounded ass cheeks.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Linda gasped. "Keep doing that. Oh God! God! I never knew anything felt this good. Jesus! If only that stupid husband of mine had forced me ... ohhhhh ... the fool! I love all this. God! Don't stop! Don't ever stop ... "
Vane raised his face, letting his eyes focus on the writhing woman for a moment. He enjoyed seeing the lines in her face caused by the enjoyment she felt within. Her head was whipping from side to side in a wild, maddening tempo. Her hands reached out, clutched his hair, and yanked his face back into the quicksand of her frothing vagina. Her fingers tightened their hold, literally pulling his head from side to side, as if attempting to direct his tongue. His greedy, sucking mouth was building wilder sensations than ever inside her. She had already felt countless mini-orgasms ... perhaps more in the past minute than she had ever felt in her entire life, before. The tongue was touching places in her tingling elastic gap that made her fire gouts of colorless wine into his face and mouth with repeated consistency. Linda's vagina was as greedy for Vane's mouth as his mouth was to taste her secretions. His hand smoothed its way upward over the white, silken roundness of her belly, joining its mate in titillating her breasts. He squeezed and tugged and pulled on the quivering rotundities, wickedly squeezing their fleshy softness. His fingers rolled the hardened nipples between them impetuously, treating them almost cruelly as his own lust continued mounting.
Goddamn! Vane felt he was going insane. The licentiousness of it all, knowing he was being observed in the chrome door by the elevator girl, enhanced his heat. It was hard to believe the chubby female squirming under his mouth and hands was the haughty bitch who had walked into his office a day earlier, trying to make demands. She pitched and tossed like a lost ship in a tempest, offering her cunt to him like a paid whore who walked the streets. And there was no doubt as to the reality of what she was doing. Her sexual enchantment was total and complete. She was under the spell of his wand as surely as if it was magic.
Linda's brain was swirling licentiously. She no longer attempted to think or reason, but instead, completely surrendered herself to the bliss controlling her shivering body. Now she felt Vane raising her thighs, forcing them back until her knees touched the fullness of her heaving tits. The woman thrilled to the pleasure of Vane's big, hot hands pressing on the soft, white flesh of her full thighs, raising her widespread groin and completely exposing her open slit to his wonderfully lashing, slurping, licking tongue. His sucking lips seemed to be drawing her very life out through her cunt as he sipped and slurped while his lingual extension delved ever deeper into her, pausing only to swipe at her shimmering clitoris now and again. God! God!
Then Linda felt a totally new sensation. The titillating probe of his tongue slid out of her slimy cunt and moved lower, licking across her perineum into her asshole. Vane had correctly assessed that a woman who kept her pussy this clean, didn't stop there. She also washed out her ass. And he was right. Her rectal pucker tasted of the same soap she used in her vagina. The tongue whipped back and forth across the little pucker, licking it wildly, and Linda felt cold shudders blast through her with the power of dynamite. Frenzied thrills made her writhe and squirm as lurid delight eeled through her already lust-crazed body. The climaxes she had felt earlier were minor compared to the one that shot through her, now.
"EEEYYYIII!" she gasped, realizing the combination of cunt licking and ass-tonguing had given her an entirely new kind of orgasm. Yes, she was learning all right. She was learning as never before.
Pat was incredulously staring, unable to believe this. The man was actually putting his tongue and lips against the woman's rectal pucker. This was unbelievable.
To Linda, this was the ultimate in lovemaking. It was so unreal, so unbelievable, she was unable to conceive of it actually happening to her. Yet it was happening to her. His tongue was actually probing into the center of her anus. It was pushing past her pucker, past her sphincter. God! She bit and almost cut holes in her tongue. And that was when Linda realized how much she really missed sucking on his cock.
"Turn around," she gasped. "Please, Dave. Turn around. I want to such that cock of yours while you keep on licking me. Hurry! Hurry! I must have it."
Vane heard what Linda was saying and didn't have to be told a second time. With his face still buried in the deep den between Linda's thighs, his tongue alternating between her rosebud-like asshole, and her swampy pussy. Linda instantly curled her fingers around the massive dork as his thighs surrounded her lovely head. She opened her mouth, shaping her lips into a ribboned oval, and sucked the hard, throbbing cock all the way into her mouth, pulling it against her throat. She rammed her nose into his heavy mass of scrotum and inhaled deeply, thrilling to the arousing scent of him.
Being in such a hurry, sucking his cock into her mouth so quickly, she attempted to take too much too quickly, and suddenly she was gagging. Pulling her head back just enough to catch her breath, she inhaled, then began earnestly sucking and pulling on the throbbing penis, running her tongue up and down the soft underside and topside, letting the blunted nose press against her throat again. This time she was ready for it and didn't gag. The heady spice of the seeping fluid aroused Linda all the more, and she tightened her lips, sensually massaging the solid dong while her hands moved up to cover his balls. She tugged the testicles away from her nose so she was able to breathe. And then Linda felt the massive spike start pumping in and out of her mouth again and again. It kept rhythm with the way his tongue was lashing into the creaming depths of her vagina or the tight pucker of her asshole.
God! Linda thought. How was it possible for me to be so immature not to want this. The wonderful cock is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
The thoughts continued flashing through her head intermittently as she sucked with raw fury at the massive column pressed against her throat. And at the same time, Vane, making loud moist oral sounds, enchanted her by stabbing his tongue into her body again and again. It seemed to burrow deeper into her cunt on each inthrust.
And then Linda felt another sensation as Vane's mouth continued working exclusively on her cunt while one of his forefingers began worming its way into her anal tunnel. Five minutes ago she would have shouted out her indignation. Now, she knew better. Now, it all felt so good and wonderful.
"Ummm!" she gasped, feeling his swollen dork continue to expand in her sucking mouth.
And Pat, seeing what Vane was doing, understood there was even an erotic sensuousness to the rectum.
Linda felt another orgasm blast through her.
"GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" Her body writhed and twisted unendingly, knowing there were more climaxes inside her. Her mouth sucked strongly, nursing on the cock as if it were giving her nourishment. Her beautiful cheeks hollowed obscenely, and her rounded belly was rising and falling, rapidly.
Having come so many times, she wanted Vane to reach his own peak. She had no doubt he was capable of making her come again. But she felt selfish. She wanted to give pleasure to this man who had forced rapture on her. She wanted that ultimate sensation of sperm being shot into her mouth, down her throat. God! Hurry! Hurry!
Pat, staring at the way Linda's hungering lips worked on the throbbing phallus, moving along most of its length, then sliding back until all but the head had left her mouth, felt anguish at not being able to join in. This was cruel, almost inhuman torture. And somehow she had an inkling Vane knew it.
Vane sensed Linda's tightening and knew she was on the verge of total satisfaction. Every tight muscle and stretched cord in her body telegraphed her oncoming big climax to him. He pumped his cock in and out of her mouth all the faster, wanting to come with her. Man, this was some elevator ride.
"UUUUGGGGHHHHUUUUGGGHHHH!" Linda gasped, his entire length of throbbing cock jammed as far into her mouth as possible. She wrapped her chunky thighs around Vane's head, imprisoning it as a thunderous cataclysm overtook her body and shook it, making it tremble. Linda had never felt anything this intense in her entire life. She was going insane. A second overpowering orgasm slammed into her on top of the first, followed by a third and a fourth, totally draining her of everything. She had no conception of time, space, or dimension.
At the very peak of her culmination, she vaguely heard Vane scream into the depths of her vagina, "AAA YYY AAA GGG HHHH!" And then his hot, viscous sperm was blasting into her throat in wild, teeming spurts. Creamy liquid gushed down her gullet, and it tasted both salty and sweet, at the same time. Another climax blissfully erupted in Linda's body and she sucked with all her strength, loving the delicious flavor of his sperm. His masculine jets spewed repeatedly down her throat, and she drank with a thirst rivaling that of a vampire for blood.
Finally it was over for the two of them, and they lay there for awhile, totally heedless of Pat as she stared at their limp forms. Oh God! She was burning up. She had to do something.
David Vane finally rolled off Linda and helped her to her feet. The two quickly dressed and then Vane ordered Pat to release the OVERRIDE button and let them off in his penthouse apartment. The girl hurriedly obliged.
She had to remain on the elevator another two hours after, and it drove her insane. When she finally got home that night, she masturbated with one finger against her clitoris, and the thumb of her other hand partially in her vagina, and her forefinger in her anus. This climax was the most rousing one of all for her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Masturbation was no longer enough. The climaxes were many, but the sensation of each was becoming weaker with the passage of days. Once, Pat masturbated while sucking on a banana, but she bit through the piece of fruit in almost no time, preventing her from enjoying any kind of pretense at fellatio.
Seeing David Vane each weekday, while working, didn't ease the tensions inside the imaginative girl. She needed more than she was receiving, and she knew it.
When it did come, it was a surprise. It was a Friday, and Pat had just finished working her shift on the elevator. For once, she hadn't seen Vane at all, and she wondered where he might be. After changing to her street clothes, she stepped out of the storage room and came face-to-face with David Vane.
"I was waiting for you to get off duty," he told her.
"Why?" she asked, her heart suddenly pounding in her breast.
"Hell, you look even better in regular clothes than in that elevator uniform," he smiled. "I'll bet you look even better without clothes."
"That's none of your business," Pat found herself saying.
"Come off it, honey," he told her. "By now, you know I can read women perfectly. Even if you won't admit it to yourself, deep down you're one hot little broad. I saw your face in the reflection of the chrome door each time I was with those two other women. You're one little hot-boxed bitch. Hey, I'll bet you're still a virgin, too."
"As I said before, that's none of your business," Pat told him.
"Look, honey," he smiled, putting an arm around her shoulder. "I've had more than a dozen girls operating that elevator since I moved into the building. I paid good money to have that OVERRIDE button installed in that particular elevator. Most of the other chicks who've operated the elevator were nice-looking, but run-of-the-mill. Two of them, like you, were special. Both were not only gorgeous, but had hot blood, just like you have."
"Are you trying to offer me a ride in the elevator?" Pat asked. "No one is running it, now. I thought you needed a spectator."
"You're also a sharp cookie," he told her. "Yeah, I like it when other females watch what I'm doing. Especially when they're young, pretty, and impressionable, like you. What's more, I dig it in the elevator because of the movement. Anyone can get laid in a bed."
"Thanks, but the elevator just isn't my scene," Pat told him, her heart palpitating wildly, knowing deep down she would follow Vane into the sewer if he really wanted to do it, there.
"Yeah, well I suppose when a girl loses her cherry, it should be someplace other than an elevator. So we'll skip the elevator this once. But we'll also skip the bed. Suppose you and I take a ride on up to my penthouse so we can find a place that'll make both of us happy."
"You're assuming I'm willing to go with you," Pat said, not believing the words came out of her mouth.
"I thought you were smarter than the others. I hate it when you broads get cute and start playing games."
"All right, all right," Pat gasped. "It's just that a girl likes flattery."
"Flattery is bullshit," Vane told her. "I'm telling it to you straight. You're a classy chick, and looking at those firm thighs of yours while I was on the floor in the elevator made it possible for me to keep my cock hard for both those broads. I figure it's time for me to get a taste of the real thing, and not screw some other woman while looking at your body. And from what I've seen, you feel pretty much the same way. So let's you and I stop crapping around and get down to it. You aren't doing something for me because you want any legal services, and I'm not trying to buy you. This time, it's something the two of us want simply because it feels good, very good."
"You're a little too forthright for me," Pat told him. "I'm sorry, but I can't be quite that open."
"I see. It has to be a game with you, too. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I thought you were special. Well, you want to be treated like the others, so I have no choice. So let me put it this way. Either you come up to the penthouse with me, or you can forget about your job."
"What?" Pat asked, stunned, not believing the man to be so crude.
"You heard me," Vane told her. "And you know I'm serious. I'm not trying to pull your leg. Your job depends on your cunt."
Pat knew the man was serious, and suddenly he shrank in her estimation. He shrank a lot. But at the same time she wanted to keep her job. She was starting to bank a small amount, and it felt good to have so much money on hand.
"Okay," Pat nodded, her shoulders slumped in defeat. The gleam she saw in Vane's eyes let her know he was happier forcing her to his will than having her agree without what he termed, a lot of bullshit. In spite of all he had said to her, his main interest was in the conquest of a woman, bringing her around to his way of thinking. He had purposely been crass, arousing the ire in her, making her reject his advances no matter how much she had wanted to go with him. He wasn't the kind of man to be turned on by straight sex. That was it. Had she simply agreed to his terms without coercion, there was every possibility his penis might remain flaccid. This way, feeling he was bringing her around to his point of view, his cock would remain stiff and hard.
As they rode up in the elevator, Pat knew she was going to experience some pain. That membrane inside her that hurt when her finger touched it, was still there. Vane would have to break it if he pushed his thick penis into her. Also, the very breadth of his cock would stretch the walls of her vaginal tunnel. The stretching had to be uncomfortable, at the least. Even so, deep down, Pat was aching to endure all this. Night after night of fruitless fingering was doing her no good, and her sensuous body was in definite need of satisfaction.
Pat knew she had to make certain not to give in too easily. It was a game, and even if Vane didn't acknowledge it, the game had to be played out. The man's primary reason for using the elevator, especially with a girl on duty, was not to arouse the elevator operator, but to embarrass the woman he was with, making her attempt to reject him, though there was no possible way of her getting away. It made Vane feel more virile and masculine to actually conquer. And Pat decided she would force him to conquer her by pretending to be reluctant.
The elevator let them out directly inside the hallway of his duplex penthouse. The bedrooms were all upstairs, but Vane made no move toward the steps. Instead, he led her through an opulently furnished living room to a small room off to the side. It was supposed to be a kind of den or library. But Vane had made it into something entirely different. The walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors, but they were frescoed mirrors, with images of men and women in all kinds of coital positions impressed into the glass. Indirect lighting lit the entire room, and even as she walked in, Pat realized the floor of the room was spongy and soft, like an oversized mattress. There was no furniture in the room at all, though one wall did have shelves with drawers, all covered with mirrors. Pat felt a little frightened, noticing the floor-covering was not really carpeting but some kind of washable plastic. Her feet literally sank into the floor up to her ankles.
"This is my game room," Vane told her. "Some women like alcohol, thinking it a stimulant. I try to avoid it whenever possible, since it's really a depressant in the long run. Other women enjoy looking at the frescoes ... on their backs, of course. Still others prefer to look at movies, and one of the walls can slide away to reveal a screen against which I can show movies. But all this is still relatively new and fresh to you, Pat ... that is what you told me your name was, as I recall. All you need is to be aware of everything taking place."
Pat knew this was the time for her to go into her act, only she wasn't really completely acting. Seeing all this made her realize what a sex-freak David Vane was, and she was becoming a little frightened of him. She decided it might be better, in the long run, to surrender her virginity to someone else.
"Mr. Vane ... " she gasped, "won't you reconsider ... "
"There's nothing to reconsider," his hoarse voice told her. "I told you, I can read women. Almost all women want to get laid. Granted there are exceptions, but you aren't one of them."
His hand reached the hem of her mini-dress, sliding underneath as they stood looking at one another. He should have seemed awkward, bending down as he did, but he didn't. And Pat's thighs began moving imperceptibly apart, a feeling of total defeat invading her. Vane's fingers confidently moved upward, touching the slender whiteness of her firm thighs, and Pat shivered. Yes, a man's hands touching her was something so much better than the sensations she received being touched by her own fingers.
Pat suddenly found herself sprawled on her back, on the cushioned, plastic-covered floor. His hand was now on the warmly pulsating mound covered solely by her panty crotch. His fingers searched along the leg-band of her nylon panties, seeking a way beneath, and eventually the finger found a spot right near her hairy bush, and pulled the elastic out. It slipped in and before Pat was quite ready for it, it was lightly rubbing her tender pussylips up and down. Her vagina was pulsing with maddening throbs. God! It felt a thousand times better than when she touched herself. The man's experienced finger seemed to know precisely what to do, and it was doing it.
Vane shuddered, too. He had never touched a girl this young. He didn't really know her age, but he was certain she was a long way from her twenties. Prior to this moment, the only girls he had touched were in their early or middle twenties, with the exception of the occasional client who was usually somewhere in her thirties, and occasionally in her forties. The sexy feeling of the young girl's soft, warm flesh, and the fleeciness of her sparse black curls, curling around his exploring finger again and again, inflamed him with an urgent passion he hadn't known since his middle teens. He felt an overwhelming urgency to follow the movement of his finger with his erect cock, but knew it never paid to hurry things.
Pat sat there, balanced with the palms of her hands behind her, feeling very foolish with her thighs stretched out and spread wide apart. She was a morass of roiling sensations. Her inflamed body had no idea her mind no longer coveted David Vane, and it burned with a need for satisfaction. Pat found herself automatically reacting to Vane. She was getting hotter and hotter, and it was not what her mind wanted, but her body's desires were so much stronger. The sensitive nerve-endings of her aroused and responding vagina were becoming more and more inflamed by the man's moving finger. Her entire vaginal interior was wet, letting her know it was quite willing to be plundered. God! This was humiliating. Now she knew how those poor women in the elevator had felt, wanting and not wanting. Her sensually aroused body was a traitor to her mind, disobeying the orders sent by her brain, to not respond. No man had ever touched her down there before, and it felt marvelous. Oh God! Her body was going wildly out of control. She was unable to help herself. And Pat knew, just as the two women in the elevator had enjoyed themselves, Dave Vane's fingers were going to make her enjoy herself, too.
The wetness in her vaginal temple was hot and bubbling as the man's finger continued its expert caressing of her vaginal lips, causing her love dew to seep out and coat the tender pink portals of her dripping cunt. Added to this was the sensuous glow of enlarging heat far up inside her belly. Pat gasped involuntarily, letting Vane know he was succeeding with her as he had done with so many others.
"Please ... Mr. Vane ... " she gasped.
He was on his knees now, leaning above her, ready to kiss her pretty cupid's bow mouth. His voice gutturally told her, "When we're alone like this, baby, you call me Dave, huh. I mean, in a little while, you and I are going to be as intimate as a man and a woman can get, and your calling me Mister Vane will sound kind of silly."
His mouth came slamming down hard against hers, his slick tongue, pointed and insistent, slithering through her wetly parted lips to probe into her hot mouth as his arm wrapped itself around her narrow waist to pull her deliciously feminine torso close to him. As she sucked on the man's tongue, Pat realized it was the same organ he had used to lick Linda's cunt and asshole. The idea ought to have repelled her, but it didn't. Knowing this moving tongue had been inside so many secret places in women, Pat felt all the more aroused, feeling it invade her own mouth. Below, his finger stabbed at the hot, wet mouth of her delicious sex, teasing the pouting, sticky vaginal opening, circling around the band of her inner labia with a continual, delightful insistence. The finger moved higher under the flimsy covering of nylon, seeking searching, and ultimately finding the hardened nub of her tingling clitoris.
"Awwwaaahhhh!" Pat gasped into Vane's mouth, feeling lightning suddenly blast through her body. This was a hundred times more sensual than touching herself. Oh God! His finger continued its electrical contact with her vaginal bud, teasing it, rousing the sensitive nerves within, and her hips began writhing in a maddening dance on the cushioned floor. She bounced her buttocks maddeningly up and down, thrilling to the touch of his finger, but at the same time feeling so sensitive she wished to escape it. But it was no use. There was no avoiding the teasing touch of his forefinger as it slid along the roundness of her anxious clitoris. Moments later, her hips were thrusting wildly upward with a fevered urgency against the pressuring finger.
Abruptly, the young girl stiffened, forcing her mind to think more clearly.
God! she thought. What am I doing? I know I need a man, but this man is doing it not out of love, but simply to amuse himself. Oh wow! But it feels so good, so very good, and I need it. Oh yes, I need it. I can't help myself. All those weeks of fingering myself have made me want what's happening. Oh God! I really do need it. I need it badly. I hope he makes it as pleasurable for me as he did for the other two women.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Vane asked, pulling his mouth from hers. "Why the hell are you acting so goddamn uptight?"
Pat realized he must have sensed her attempting to resist what he was doing. She had no explanation, and when she did speak, her excuse sounded understandably lame.
"I've ... uhhhh ... never done anything like this before," she insisted. "I don't know if I'm ready ... "
"Bullshit!" Vane snapped. "You're ready, honey. Take it from a guy who knows women. You're more ready than most women. What's more, even if you are a virgin, tonight you're going to be properly fucked."
"I'm afraid," Pat insisted, and deep down, she really was.
"All women are scared the first time. Take it from me, kiddo. It's the most natural thing in the world, and if anyone has the right aptitude for it, it's you, so let's stop futzing around and get right down to it. Shed those clothes. You aren't like those twats in the elevator, who can afford to buy more dresses, and I don't want to tear what you have on. So you be a smart kid and take them off, now."
"My God!" she gasped, moving away from him and getting to her knees. "If my parents ever find out ... "
"Come on, come on, you're not a kid any longer. Who's going to tell mommy and daddy? Will you tell?"
"Golly, no!"
"And you can sure as hell bet ol' Dave here isn't going to spill the beans. Come on, kiddo. Off with the duds."
"Everything?" she asked.
"Everything. I want that nice little body of yours bare-assed."
Slowly, Pat began stripping down. Standing, she pulled her dress over her head and carefully set it down in a corner of the room. She wasn't wearing any kind of petticoat because it was still too warm, outside. She turned her back to Vane and reached behind her to unhook her bra, but Vane's fingers were already there, doing the job. She leaned forward and the brassiere slid off her arms. Her full, swollen white breasts with their brown circles came tumbling out.
"Oh yeah," Vane said, spinning her around to face him. "Now those are what I call tits. Christ! I haven't seen a pair of boobs stand up that way in the longest time. God! You are one beautiful fox."
His hands reached out, hungering to grasp her half-swollen nipples, aching to turn their pliant softness into rubbery hardness. He squeezed them, thrilling to the silken warmth of her flesh, and Pat gasped, loving every little thing he did to her. It was even better than she had imagined, and though she knew all this was wrong, she was determined to go through with it.
Pat breathed deeply, gasping as Vane sank his fingers into her full breasts. Her swollen, berry-shaped nipples spiked solidly into the palms of his hands. The young girl remained absolutely still, afraid to move for fear of breaking the spell being woven by her seducer. His hands were strong, firm, but not really brutal. She thrilled to the way his palms continually mashed themselves against his inner hands. He spun her around again, this time pressing against her back and sliding his hands around so he was able to fill them with the swelling of her twin globes. His lips kissed her nape, and this sent even more tingling sensations shooting through the young girl. Below, in the small of her back, she felt the insistent throb of his penis as it pushed against his pants and pressed into her.
"Uuhhnnnnhhh!" the brunette moaned, totally incapable of controlling herself. Any heat she had previously felt was nothing compared to the sensations she was now enjoying. Funny, but a half hour earlier she would not have believed anyone had they told her she'd be trysting with David Vane. This was both, too good and too bad to be true. Yet here she was, standing with her back to him, staring into the mirror on the wall, seeing the way his hands continued manipulating her breasts, making the tan nipples turn into hardened spikes. Her mind was no longer resisting what he wanted to do to her.
"You're really built," Vane whispered into her ear. "Yeah, you've got one helluva body. Not using it is a total waste. And in this age of ecology, we don't want to waste anything."
Unconsciously the girl nodded. By now, she realized there was no way out of this, but at the same time did she have to be so readily wanton about it, and merely accept what he wanted? Heck! Even if she was unable to close her mind to all this, there was no reason for her to become emotionally involved with the man. Let him do what needed doing, and whether it felt good or bad, she would endure it.
Lithely sliding out of Vane's cupping hands, Pat walked a few steps away, then slowly, sinuously peeled down her pink panties. Then she lay down on the soft floor, spread her thighs, and said to the attorney, "All right, you want me. Do whatever makes you happy."
Vane stood there, grinning down at her, and he finally said, "After those two incidents in the elevator I thought you learned something. Honey, if I yanked my cock out now and deflowered you, you'd be able to go home and tell yourself you were a good girl who was forced into doing something she didn't want. That is not David Vane's way. No, baby, I make you want my cock. I make you beg for it. Before I'm through you'll be pleading on your hands and knees to be fucked."
From her supine position, Pat watched Vane yank off his tie, and smile. He walked over to the wall with the mirrored drawers, opened one, and took out a Tiparillo. Lighting it up, he blew a vale of smoke into the air that was sucked up by the air conditioning. He continued smoking, smiling at her as he undid his shirt, then took it, and his jacket, off.
"Why do you have to take so long?" she asked, as he put the Tiparillo on a mirrored ashtray sitting on a mirrored shelf.
"Because," he said, sliding his undershirt over his head, "its lots more fun when you take your time about it."
"My folks are expecting me home for supper."
"Tell 'em you worked overtime, tonight. Believe me, baby, you will be working overtime."
"If you try giving me money for this, I'll cut your heart out," she told him.
"A proud bitch, huh? Fine. I like broads who think too much of themselves to be paid for what they enjoy. Any money I've ever given you in the past has been for your discretion as an elevator operator. But I'll be double-damned if I pay you for this. Now turn over and lie on your belly so I can get a good look at that luscious ass of yours."
Pat did as he requested, not knowing what to think at this point. She reasoned that if she did everything he told her to do, this would be over and done with that much sooner. Vane no longer needed prompting to keep his erection hard.
Listening, she heard the whisper of cloth against skin and knew he had taken off his pants. She turned her head around and looked at him as she lay prone, watching as he removed his boxer shorts. Once again, his massive penis hove into view, and from this angle, it looked even longer and thicker to Pat. This was the first time she looked directly at it instead of seeing it reflected in the chrome elevator door. It was even longer and thicker than she had believed it to be.
Vane smiled, seeing the girl's eyes widen. No matter how many times women saw his cock, whenever they glanced at it anew, they gasped. Yes, he had one helluva prick, all right.
"Admiring the old pecker?" he asked, walking around and grabbing hold of it so she had a better view.
"No!" Pat snapped, instantly reddening and turning her head away as the man chortled.
"Stop bullshitting me, honey," he told her. "You just had to see what it really looked like without all that chrome distortion, didn't you. Hey, have you ever seen any other man's cock?"
"No, of course not," Pat told him, still blushing.
"That's a shame. You have no other cock to compare mine to and know just how big it really is. What the hell, later on in life, when you get your fair share of men, you'll realize your first cock was your best."
He sat down cross legged on the floor, beside her, looking at her smooth whiteness. His hand reached out to touch her, his fingers gently tracing her curvaceous form, lightly drawing fingertip lines across her back and over the moons of her rounded buttocks. He let his fingers run lower, allowing them to move over her perfectly shaped thighs. Then his touch moved higher, between her thighs, touching the inner flesh until he was caressing the globes of her white, round bottom. His fingers continued being gentle and light for a moment, and Pat allowed herself to close her eyes for an instant. And then her eyes popped open as his fingers dug cruelly into the flesh of her buttocks, leaving red welts on the cheeks.
"Hey," he told her. "You smell good. After work, when you go into that ladies' room, I'll bet you wash yourself all over."
"Of course," Pat gasped. "I can't go home smelling sweaty."
"You're all right, Pat, you really are. The guy who eventually latches onto you for keeps will have himself one helluva prize. You've got it all where it counts, including brains."
"Come on," she snapped irritably. "Stop stalling. Just go ahead and do what you want to do so I can go home. You know I'm not going to tell anyone what happened here ... about your threatening to take my job away if I didn't ... wellllll ... "
"The word you're looking for is fuck. However, like I said before, this man isn't forcing you to do a damn thing. You're doing it because you want to ... you'll see. And don't you ever forget that."
"The hell I am," Pat snapped.
"This lawyer says it's of your own free will and accord. And you'll see, that's precisely what it will be. Before we're finished, you're going to beg me to ram my hard cock into the tightness of your virgin cunt."
"The way you made Linda beg?"
"The same way, honey. You're no different from that blonde twat. Both of you have feelings and sensations, and believe me, I'm going to bring them out of you. And when I do, and you beg very hard for me to fuck you, as a gentleman, I'll oblige. But not until then."
"And just how are you going to make me beg?" she asked. "Will you do the same things you did to Linda? Will you force that oversized piece of meat down my throat?"
"Oh no! I saw you when Linda was munching my dong. You're the kind who likes cocksucking too much, even if you've never done it. Making you do something you want to do is no feat. But I will use some of the tactics I used on Linda."
Pat didn't understand what he meant at that moment, but she wished he'd finish this, already. Her folks were going to be screaming about her coming home late.
And then, Vane's hot, wet lips were pressing against the nape of her neck, kissing her, allowing his tantalizing tongue to trace a wet path along her spine. Like a tickling spear it moved lower and lower, making Pat squirm as it neared the bottom of her spine. And then his mouth and tongue were kissing and licking her buttocks, sending shivering icicles shooting through her entire body. Good God! In her wildest dreams she had never been able to imagine how good a tongue felt. Chills of sensual anticipation ran rampantly through her torso, flashing through her nerves. Sensations jumped synapses and moved to other nerves. He continued licking his way lower, running his tongue along her thighs, the backs of her knees, then her calves, and finally her ankles. He kissed and licked at all of her lush nudity. He even licked the soles of her feet, making her squeal. The squeal assured him he had her right where he wanted her. Then Vane was working his way back up again. His hot mouth was completely different from his fingers as it sucked its way up her inner thighs. He used his hands to press her loins even farther apart.
High voltage tension charged through Pat's young body as Vane's tantalizing tongue now burrowed deep into the dark crevice between her rounded buttocks. The curling tip of his lingual extension licked briefly at the tiny puckered bud of her small anus, and when she felt the wetness touch the small opening, Pat recoiled, shocked beyond belief. The feeling was far wilder than imagination permitted. Her brain was shocked as the new, thrillingly erotic sensation wavered through her like heat from a blast furnace. Flames licked into the very core of her anxious soul. Then the man's mouth was suddenly gone from that delicate spot, moving upward along the ridges of her spine until he was at the back of her neck again. Now he was licking her ears, and his agile tongue lapped around the rim before actually plunging into her right ear with its wet, teasing tip.
Shivering with the impact of licentious and lurid sensations, excited as never before, thrilled to the nth degree, the young girl was shamelessly aware her body was violently aroused. She was a raging furnace of wanton lust. Every part of her body seemed to shrivel up and press itself into the heated hollow between her anxious thighs. It rubbed between her legs and then radiated outwardly to her belly, filling her breasts with lava, and suddenly she was forced back to her original form as heat blasted through her arms and her legs, seemingly straightening her out. She felt his lips where they no longer lingered, and imagined them to be kissing her where they had yet to touch her.
My God! she thought. What is this man doing to me. He's actually making me want him. Oh God! This is unbelievable. He's making me ache with desire for him. I mustn't let him know. I mustn't. Oh God!
"Turn over on your back," Vane ordered. "Let me see if the front of you tastes as good as the back."
Unable to deny the man, Pat rolled over onto her back, thinking, maybe he'll go ahead and fuck me now, and get it over with. Oh please, please, let him fuck me.
She fervently wished he'd do it, if only so she wouldn't eventually demean herself. Little by little she was dissolving into a quivering, shivering mass of anxious desire. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her, but no! No! She would resist. This was one thing she would not do. She must never demean herself as the other woman had done. She had too much respect for herself.
Now Vane's tongue sank down until it touched the brown nipple of her upstanding left teat. God! His tongue was so much more arousing than her own tongue had been when it had touched the selfsame spot. This was amazing. His hotly salivating mouth slowly sucked her aureole inside, and then it began pulling in more and more of her firm breast until as much as could be engulfed filled his entire oral cavern. His hand was carefully stroking the ripely swollen fullness of her other breast, gripping the softly pliant mound of white, sensitive flesh, kneading the brown, nutlike nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the nubbin around and around, squeezing it as if expecting it to burst open like some ripe berry.
Pat felt the rampaging shock of his throbbing caresses, and the helpless young girl was unable to stop herself from mewling deep in her breast with wild, pleasurable sensations, knowing in that instant she had to be plundered by this man's gigantic weapon. Oh God! She ached for it more than she wanted anything else in the whole wide world.
And he's never even touched my vagina, she thought. But I want it. Oh I want it so much. I can't resist, I can't. He has me where he wants me, just as he's had so many other women.
Oh God! When he fucked Mary she loved it. I have to be fucked by him, but I won't say a thing to him. I won't. I won't let him know how much I love what he's doing. God!
And now the demoralizing tongue was trailing with rousing fervor across the flat, white plane of her navel-dimpled belly, stopping only for an instant to lick into the tiny winking hole. Then his mouth moved lower, slowly approaching her ebony curls, licking through the hairs against the flesh of her pubic mound. Having seen what he did to Linda, Pat knew exactly what Vane was going to do, and there wasn't a thing she was able to do to stop him.
He's going to kiss my cunt. Oh God! He's going to put his tongue down there.
This was what she ached to experience as much as a cock. Ever since seeing him lick Linda's pussy, she had dreamed of a tongue thrusting into her own vagina, and at last ... at last it was going to happen. Oh yes! Yes! Yes!
Pat spread her thighs wide apart, offering her hot pussy to Vane's hungry mouth. But Vane bypassed her vagina and kissed her loins down to her knees, And when she sighed, thinking he didn't intend to lap her cunt after all, the man's tongue first began slowly working its way along her inner thigh toward her hotly quivering snatch. But it was his hand, like a scout, that probed first, caressing the soft labia until she was totally relaxed, and then his outstretched middle finger slowly, very slowly wormed its way between her inner lips, seeking her seething hole. It massaged the area between the open inner cuntlips, once again sliding upward until it touched her sensitive clitoris. The throbbing little button was fully erect, wildly vibrating in its tiny valley of flesh. He lightly brushed the tip of his finger over it, lovingly caressing it, feeling it stiffen even more under his light probing. The nakedly crouching lawyer grunted with satisfaction as he felt the tension in her open thighs ease. He knew for a certainty she would shortly be begging him for his cock.
Pat was unable to understand how, as tensed up as she was, she was totally able to relax under this man's masterful touch. Not that the heat in her body abated. Far from it. The burning sensations increased, but all her muscles were relaxed because of what his finger and tongue were doing to her. A mass of erotic sensations flooded her youthful body and she gasped, her belly heaving up and down in response to the way his finger tickled her tender clit. There was no way the young girl was able to resist this man. He had total control over her. Once again, Pat reminded herself that her feelings did not stem from love, but rather from the man's knowledgeable ability to do all kinds of wonderful things to her. If the man she would one day love learned to be this talented, her life in bed with him would be a wonderful romp. She was Vane's to do with as he pleased, but she refused to beg. She was not as low as those other women, succumbing so completely to their body sensations they had no pride left. Yet she had no intention of stopping him from doing what would please both of them.
Vane's head now moved forward as he removed his finger from the thrilling bubble of her throbbing clit. His face slid closer and closer to her seething, bubbling pussy, and his nostrils dilated as he inhaled the wonderful aroma her vagina emitted. His hands pressed flatly against the insides of her thighs and pressed outward, opening the area as wide as possible. Pat raised her head for an instant and stared into the man's gloating eyes. Then her head fell back onto the floor and she stared straight up into the overhead mirror, seeing her gaping slash, defenselessly offered to the man's hungering mouth.
To Vane, it was as if he'd breached a particularly strong oyster, and now he was going to start sucking away. The tasty meat within was waiting for his mouth.
With a sudden swiftness, the man's mouth clamped itself to the flooded gash. His licking tongue remained on the outer rim of her inner lips as his pursed lips pulled the delicious flow of colorless oil from deep inside.
"Ohhh my God!" Pat screamed, unable to believe the sensation of his mouth against her dripping slot. "Unnnnhhhh ... oooooohhhh ... oh Godddddd ... ohhhhhh ... uhhhhhh ... "
Her lust-constricted voice suddenly broke off as bubbles of saliva filled her throat and she loudly gurgled. Mewls of overwhelming pleasure flooded from her mouth. And then the wetly licking tongue began invading her sodden center. It probed deeply, ramming all the way in before sliding out and gliding very tenderly over her shuddering clitoris. It licked the tiny button repeatedly, and the feeling drove Pat insane. There was nothing like this in the whole world ... nothing! Her sensations should have peaked, but they didn't. The man's knowing tongue seemed to know what part of her to touch, and when. Vane was building her to new plateaus, but not permitting her to "get off on any of them. His tongue, which was fully capable of bringing her to a climax, didn't do so. Rather it continued enhancing the sensations of licentious desires overwhelming her body. And though she was unable to see his cock in the mirrors because he was lying face-down, she was certain he, too, was feeling lusting thrills. The only solution for the both of them was for his hard cock to be thrust into her tight, virgin sheath. But he wouldn't do that until she begged, and Pat was adamant about not begging.
"No more!" she screamed. "Oh God! No more! You're driving me crazy. Oh God!"
Even as she pleaded with him, watching the way his hungering mouth ate her vagina, the girl knew Vane was receiving as much building pleasure from this as she. Relief could only be gotten through the use of the massive organ depending between the man's thighs. His tongue was not going to bring her to any peak. She bounced impatiently, aching for the gigantic muscle to be brought forward, but David Vane refused to do as she wished. Rather he continued using his mouth, letting his tongue continue its caress of her exposed clitoris, making her feel as if raw nerve-ends had been touched with flame. The girl was screaming, staring at the frescoed forms cut into the mirror on the ceiling, noting the female figure was also having her vagina laved by a man's mouth, and from the lines cut into the face, the woman was enduring just as much thrilling agony as she. The tongue was now sliding into the fiscid shell of her soft vagina, sliding in and out, in and out, building her to new apexes, but never allowing her to fully experience any of them. She was aching for satisfaction, and from the fresco next to the one she was staring at, she knew the only relief was a cock, buried in her cunt, ripping away the membrane of her virginity.
Vane's shoulders were wedged between the luscious pillars of the young girl's thighs. His fingers were under her, squeezing her ass cheeks, digging deeply into them as they bounced on the floor.
Pat felt the wet, slick tongue cut deeply into the licentiously tormented depths of her bubbling vagina. She was unable to control herself, knowing the only salvation was his penis. And the only way for her to feel that penis stretch her vagina was to plead and beg. He was a really rotten human being to so dehumanize a woman. She screeched out in frustrated pleasure, her hands instinctively grasping his head, tugging on his hair just as Linda had done. Her reactions were no longer the result of her thinking, but pure instinct. There was nothing in the world for her other than the satisfaction she so desperately needed. She had to have an orgasm.
"My God!" she screeched. "I ... uhhh ... can't take it anymore. Please ... please ... David ... David ... do it to me ... I'm begging you just like you asked. Do it to me!"
She was moaning in frustrated agony, rolling on the floor, clenching her thighs tightly around the head still deeply imbedded in her frothing feminine drain. The feelings overpowering her were driving her to the point where she was no longer able to see. And soon she would be unable to hear.
Dave Vane raised his head from between her clinging thighs and grinned at her between the twin buttes of her upstanding breasts. Lasciviously, he smiled even wider, and asked, "What was that, sweet Pat? Do what to you?"
"You know, you know," she screamed in the soundproofed room.
"I'm afraid I'm very dumb," he insisted. "I don't know. You tell me, what am I supposed to do."
"Oh God! You damn well know what I want," the girl screeched. "Put your penis into me."
"Say it the right way," Vane insisted. "Come on, now. You know I wouldn't do anything for Linda until she said what I wanted to hear. The same goes with you."
"Have a heart," Pat pleaded.
"Look, sweetheart, I can stop here and now, and let you go to work with your own fingers. See how you like that."
And true to his word, Vane suddenly rose and moved away from the horizontal girl, leaving her on the floor with her thighs widespread. He stood over her, his long, swollen, dripping cock above her belly, spearing out from beneath his hairy groin. He gripped the flesh stanchion and said, "This is what you want, Pat-baby. Now you let me hear it. Come on. You know you want to feel it filling your sweet little cavity."
Pat was terrified. At first she had been afraid of what the man was going to do. Now she was afraid of what he was not going to do. He had done his work well. She was totally subjugated to him, just like all the other women. It let her know, in the future, when she became adept at using her hands and mouth, she'd find a way to gain similar control over men. But at the moment, the greatest fear was that Vane would abandon her. She was on the brink, on the very edge of a powerful orgasm, but she was well aware her fingers were unable to bring it out of her. His cock was the only instrument capable of doing it. Her trembling, shuddering fingers slid into her creaming vagina and began wildly massaging in the hope of salvaging some of the feeling before it began slipping away. She sank her digits into the pulsing groove of her womanhood, seeking the shuddering nubbin of her clitoris. Her fingers frantically rubbed at it as her naked young hips wildly gyrated on the floor, obscenely churning and spinning as her heavy breath came rasping out of her in violent spasms. Her eyes were insanely glazed as she clawed, pulled, and almost scratched the delicate, sensitive membrances in her flooded abyss of feminine delight. She was thrillingly and sensually aroused to the point of no return, but at the same time was unable to push herself over the edge. She needed the orgasm. She needed it badly.
Groaning from the depths of her humiliation, the girl looked up at the confident lawyer who was still holding his throbbing cock, and said, "Fuck me! For the love of God, please, please fuck me! Fuck me before I go totally out of my mind."
Vane sank to the floor between her thighs, smiling at her, leaning forward so his face hovered over hers. His lips were stretched in a grin of ultimate triumph as he said, "Good girl. I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking. Now tell me, just where is it you want me to fuck you?"
His sadistically licentious grin let her know he wasn't going to do a damn thing until she said everything he wanted to hear. She choked, swallowing a great gob of hot saliva, then took a deep breath and said, "I want you to fuck me in my cunt."
"Very good. Now with what shall I fuck you."
"With your cock."
"Excellent. Now put all the words together and form a complete sentence."
"I ... want you to fuck me with ... your cock ... in my cunt," she gasped, panting strongly.
"And just how do you want me to fuck you?" he teased.
"Any damn way you want," she screeched. "For the love of God! Fuck me!"
"That's more like it. Christ! After all that time in the elevator, I thought you'd have learned something. It goes to show, people only learn from their own experiences."
He reached down and guided the rounded dome of his flexing penis to the slit between her thighs. He roughly forced her inner labia to part, and he pushed the blunted head against her tiny, virginal hole, saying, "Here it goes, baby. And it's going all the way."
He pushed, and his thickened penile hose began widening her elastic interior. Pat immediately felt pain, and shouted, "It's too big. Oh God! It's too big. I'll never be satisfied."
"Don't be silly," he told her. "It's never too big. You just relax and keep your muscles loose, honey."
But David Vane was sweating. It had been a long time since he'd pumped a virgin cunt, and this one was even narrower than most. It was going to be a squeaky tight fit.
In spite of her need for cock, now that it was starting to slide into her, Pat felt Vane's cock all but tearing her flesh as it opened her and widened her narrow little gully. Inch by inch she felt the flesh auger slowly bore into her until he began pressing the penile point against her inner membrane.
"Eeeeyiiiii!" Pat screamed as he continued pushing it forward, forcing it to tear through the slender bit of tissue. "You're splitting me wide open," she screamed. "Oh God! It hurts! It hurts something awful."
And then Vane was plunging his masterful cock the rest of the way into her seething, shuddering tunnel, filling it completely with his flesh. But even when he had filled every last little inch of her vaginal interior, a good two inches of his throbbing cock remained totally exposed. He pushed against the wet, hot, squeezing pressure of her cuntal corridor, feeling the way her tunnel compressed his cock.
"Thatta girl!" Vane screamed to the agonized Pat. "It's almost as far in as it can go. Now wait for your cunt to adjust to my thickness, and then we'll be off to the races. I guarantee, you'll love every last little bit of it."
He stretched his form out on top of hers, lying immobile on her nakedly impaled form for a moment or two before flexing his fat dong deep inside the constricting enclosure of her vagina scabbard. He writhed his hips circularly, trying to wedge at least another inch of cock into her. But it was as far in as possible. Even so, his rubbery head pushed against her throbbing interior, making the young girl gasp.
The pained brunette gasped and groaned with each of Vane's muscular twitches as he repeatedly forced his cock to maintain its expansion inside her. And just when the pain became so overpowering Pat thought she was going to faint, Vane began sliding the tool back and forth, in and out, just a few inches. But that was enough to help massage away her agony, and little by little, as her taut tunnel adjusted to his thickness, the pain continued fading out. As the moments fled the girl realized she really was capable of handling such a monstrous member.
Vane started to increase his grinding pressure, swinging his hips from side to side as he moved farther back and forth. He insinuated his massive truncheon as far in as possible each time, and now began pulling so far back, all that remained was his glands. He stretched her thighs farther and farther apart until they were almost one hundred and eighty degrees away from each other. Then he spun her around, with his meat still buried all the way inside her so she was lying face-down, and he was lying against her ass cheeks with his prong digging deeper and deeper. In this position he was able to sink his throbbing prick another half inch into her.
Digging her elbows into the floor, and pressing down with her knees, Pat raised her buttocks as she found herself purring with thrills she had hoped for, but hadn't believed existed. Yes, this was even better than the tongue, and it was moving in and out of her with faster rapidity, enhancing the jolting electrical sensations in her pussy. Oh, yes, this was exactly what she had been seeking. Her buttocks slammed back against the man's belly as his heavy balls thwacked against her clitoris. She was aflame with insane, un-fulfilled yearnings, and unbidden, her naked body responded to the man's thrustings as her lewd cunt responded to his wild, hip swing motions.
Poised behind the girl, staring down at the stretched skin over her rounded buttocks, Vane thrilled to the soft moans of delight coming from the girl's mouth. Yes, his thick cock was no less effective with virgins.
As the naked lawyer continued wildly driving into the seething feminine cauldron between Pat's thighs, the girl's body reacted of its own volition to the wanton thrills shooting through her. Solidly, she slammed her ass back against his belly, madly writhing and twisting, thrilling to the pressure of his heavy cock moving through her vacuum-like interior. She found as she moved with Vane, sliding her eagerly pulsing vagina back as he pounded his massive stick forward, the intensity of the sensations increased. She was feeling even stronger feelings now than when she had been begging him for release, but now it didn't matter, because her orgasm was only moments away. This was her reward for having obeyed him. This was wild, insane, and wonderful.
Staring down at the mat, she saw pink stains beneath her body and realized her blood had mingled with her lubrication and was dripping from inside her. The rupture of her hymen had caused more blood than she had thought, but it wasn't too bad. She knew she wouldn't need a transfusion, but she would certainly be weak when she finally got home.
"Give it to me," she growled between gritted teeth. "Give me the entire length of cock. Ram it all into me. All of it, all of it, I want to feel all of it."
And then, there it was. It overwhelmed Pat with such force, her knees flattened out under her and she slammed to the floor.
"EEEEEEYYYYSSSSGGGGHHHH!" she screamed. "AAAA GGG HHHHH!"
Her head tossed wildly from side to side as overpowering blasts of pleasure drowned her for a moment. Her naked young body spasmed and convulsed repeatedly, and she was jetting to the heights of passion. For one small instant she remained poised at the apex, and the young girl was suddenly one with infinity. She gasped and lifted her head, staring into the mirror against the wall in front of her, seeing Vane's lust-transfixed face as he wildly slammed his expanding thickness into her frantically twitching pussy.
"HHHHAAAAAYYYYYAAAAGGGGGHHHH!" Vane hoarsely bellowed, and he was slamming forward, spewing the contents of his heated spunk into the simmering wet container of throbbing cunt, flooding it with his pearl-white glue. He fell forward on top of her, feeling her ass cheeks press against his pelvis as he fired salvo after salvo into her swollen chamber.
And when it was finally over and he pulled out of her, he took her into his bathroom and showed her how to douche. Not that he really cared about her, but if he kept her from becoming pregnant, he was almost certain to have her available whenever there was no other nookie.
Afterward, they dressed, and he called her parents and told them he was the building manager, and that Pat had worked overtime, so they were not to worry. Then he took her out for supper at a nice little Italian place. And after that, he drove her home. Pat was grateful, being too tired to walk to and from bus stops.
CHAPTER SIX
When she awoke the following morning, Pat felt somewhat sore inside, but it was a good sore. She would gladly endure such soreness again, if only to repeat the entire experience.
Lying in her bed, she wondered how David Vane was able to perform so well and be such a rat. At least she didn't feel frustrated this morning, as she had felt on awakening many of the other mornings.
Getting out of bed, she took a long, hot bath. It helped to ease the soreness inside her. Then she dressed in pink slacks and a yellow polo shirt with red and green stripes. After combing out her black, fluffy hair, she went downstairs and had breakfast, and then decided to go shopping. She had put forty dollars aside and felt it was time to treat herself.
Taking the bus, she rode it to Main Street, and there bought herself two blouses, a skirt, and a dress. When she returned home, she found herself alone. Her parents both worked on Saturday.
Pat was about to watch some TV when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she found herself face-to-face with what looked like a chubby teenage boy, dressed in a fancy three-piece grey suit. He had a full head of short, black hair, and a round cherubic face.
"I'm looking for Miss Patricis Callahan," he told her in what sounded like a girl's voice.
"That's me," she nodded.
"Hey, terrific. I'm Mike Fesschlocker from the firm of Stevens and Fesschlocker. My father is a senior member of the firm. I'm just starting out, myself."
"Well just what do you want?" Pat asked.
"May I come in?" Fresschlocker asked.
"I guess so," Pat shrugged, stepping aside and letting him enter.
They went into the living room where Fresschlocker sat on the red sofa, and Pat sat in a red chair, opposite.
"You're the young lady who operates the penthouse elevator in the Stern Building, am I right?" he asked.
"Yes," Pat nodded.
"Excellent. Miss Callahan, you might be able to do me a big service, and you would be suitably rewarded in return."
"How can I help you?" Pat asked.
"Very simply. You see, the elevator starter, Eric Ross, has told us about the shenanigans Dave Vane pulls in that elevator. Now if you could find some way to keep him in that elevator Tuesday afternoon, our firm would show its gratitude to the tune of a thousand dollars."
"What are you talking about?" Pat asked, her heart racing.
"According to Eric, Mr. Vane does all kinds of ... well ... funny things in that elevator, especially with women. And Eric tells us every operator on the elevator is eventually ... uhhh ... tested by Mr. Vane. Sometimes, Vane becomes so engrossed in what he's doing in there, he forgets the time. Well, Tuesday afternoon, we have a big court case with our client against that of Mr. Vane. And if Mr. Vane fails to show in court, we have the case sewn up."
"Why should I care?" Pat asked.
"A thousand dollars is a lot of money," Fresschlocker told her.
"And what am I supposed to do to earn it?"
"Keep him in the elevator for two hours."
"Just what do you think I am?" Pat snapped. "How dare you come into my house and make a suggestion like that. Why I ought to tell Mr. Vane."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Fresschlocker said, standing. "We would only deny it, and since it would be your word against ours, obviously who do you think would be believed? And it might cost you your job. Be smart and say nothing. Here's my card," he said, handing her a card. "If you should change your mind, please let me know."
"That's really a very low thing," Pat said to the man as they walked to the door. "And a boy like you is much too young to become involved in things like this."
"I'm a lot older than I look," he said, smiling. "In fact, I'm almost the same age as Mr. Vane."
"But you look to be about seventeen."
"I just stopped aging," he said, smiling. "I only shave twice a week. But this innocent-looking face wins a lot of cases in court. Remember, if you change your mind, please call me. And remember, Dave Vane also uses dirty tricks."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Monday, when she got to work, Pat looked at Erick, the starter, with burning eyes. She was irritated that he should assume she was already being pronged by David Vane. But Eric merely leered at her. She didn't dare say anything to him since he did have superiority over her. But she could talk to David Vane. He'd believe her if she told him what had transpired at her house on Saturday. And she'd also tell him about Eric.
It was almost four o'clock when her elevator stopped at the second floor and David Vane got on with another man.
"Push the OVERRIDE button," he told her.
With a man? Pat wondered, pushing the button. This I have to see.
The man was a little taller than Vane, with long, dark hair and a curiously bland face. Some women would have called him good looking, but to Pat his face seemed almost blank. Like Vane, he had a poised, self-assured look about him which let her know he was successful.
"Pat, this is Neil," Vane said, not bothering to give her the man's last name.
"Hey, she's everything you said, all right," the man called Neil agreed. "Very sexy. Very sexy, indeed."
"Pat," Vane said, "we're going to ball it up for awhile in here."
"You and Neil?" she asked.
"Me, Neil, and a nice girl."
"I don't see the girl," Pat insisted.
"You're the girl," Vane told her.
"Hey now wait a minute ... "
"Be a good kid and don't argue," Vane said to her. "You know how uncomfortable things can get. Neil is a friend of mine from out-of-town. When I visit him he digs up a little poon and we share her together. And when he comes here, I do the same for him. Today, you happen to be the poon. Now don't get angry, because Neil is as much fun as I am. So strip down, and the two of us will get you in the proper spirit for lovemaking."
"No!" Pat insisted, moving away from the two men. "I'm not some cheap tramp you can lay whenever you feel like it. What happened Friday happened because I was curious to find out what this was all about for myself. But now that I know, it doesn't give you the right to suddenly start treating me like a slave."
But before she said anything more, the two men were surrounding her, and suddenly she was being borne to the floor of the elevator. She noticed the elevator had a cushioned floor mat today, and wondered if Eric, in his cuteness, had put it in there. Pat immediately clenched her thighs together to keep hands from sliding into her vagina. The two men quickly and roughly divested her of everything other than her panties, throwing her uniform in a corner of the elevator. Then the both of them undressed. This gave Pat a chance to compare David's prick to that of his friend, and she saw the immediate difference. Vane was both, longer and fatter than his chum.
Neil had a standard six-inch penis that was not quite an inch and three quarters around.
"Size isn't everything," he hurriedly assured the frightened girl. "I can do as much with my putz as Dave can do with his."
Neil was thinner than Vane. He was also less solid. But Pat feared him as much as she did Vane. She had completely forgotten what she was going to tell him, and even if she had remembered, she would not have told him.
Vane saw her reaction to being alone with two men, and he laughed a harsh, evil laugh, mocking the young girl for being afraid.
"Stop this," Pat screamed.
"Take it easy," Vane told her. "You know, your body is simply a machine, and it ought to be used by you to please you. Now you saw how I was able to do this, Friday night. Just think, with two men it can be twice as much fun. No amount of resistance on your part is going to keep us from enjoying ourselves with you, so why not make up your mind to relax and have fun."
The two men, as if by a prearranged signal, leaned down and each sucked a nipple into his mouth. Pat felt instant heat shoot through her as their tongues laved her nipples. Then their heads rose, and each grasped a breast in one of his hands and began caressing. When they returned their mouths to her nipples, moments later, Pat suddenly became aware of hands trying to force her thighs apart. One hand began rolling her panties down, and she knew if she struggled the panties would tear and Eric would know his suspicions were correct. A hand rolled the panties all the way down, and she had to part her thighs slightly in order for them to be removed.
The continuing, gentle suction at her breasts caused her tender, sensitive nipples to instantly elongate. The feeling was driving her insane, and duck bumps were already covering her exposed body. Two men working on her at once was definitely more sensual than merely one man. The feeling was causing her to writhe, maddeningly. This was as unlike what she had felt Friday evening, as that had been from what she had been doing to herself at home.
A moment later, she felt her legs being violently pried apart, and when the hand began titillating her labial folds, she immediately lost the will to resist. She was too hyped up on sex, and totally controlled by it.
Neil slid between her thighs, but he kept his head forward with his mouth locked on her left breast as she helplessly lay on the floor. Vane continued sucking her right nipple, running his hands over her white, tender form again and again, sending prickling sensations of arousal charging through her anguished body. She felt Neil moving closer to her groin, and once more she braced herself for the searing pain she had felt when Vane had first entered her. But the prodding pole of stolid flesh began teasing at the ragged edges of her soft labia, moving up and down in the scalloped slit, rubbing against the outer fringes of her awakening vagina.
Hearing Vane's harsh laughter, Pat turned to look at him for an instant, and she was caught completely unawares by the gentle probing pressure of Neil's cock. The touch of his glands against her labia made her start. She shut her eyes, expecting a cruel, vicious, even violent attack on her helplessly exposed cunt. But as the moments passed and the violence didn't materialize, she was almost disappointed ... until she felt the subtle pleasure slowly seeping into her youthful body. The combination of the two men still toying with her breasts, occasionally fingering her nipples and alternatingly sucking on them, added to the throbbing thrill of Neil's slender wand as its point slowly rubbed up and down over her slick labia, was gradually making her weaken. Her resistance was being worn down a little at a time, but she was yielding just as certainly as she had the previous Friday night, in Van's apartment.
Now she was the female on the elevator floor. She was the one looking up at the chrome door. The only difference was, there was no operator to stand with her back to the proceedings and stare at the reflected images of what was going on.
Pat groaned, hoping, praying, her mind was able to regain some kind of control over her body. But the passing moments let her know the whims of her flesh were stronger than the orders issuing from her mind. The unprotected, sensitive areas of her body were yielding. She was once again a helpless victim.
Pat sensed the pulsing split of her young, throbbing vagina opening wide to the tender, teasing touch of Neil's probing cock. Her taut buttocks twitched and jerked in involuntary spasms as she felt the smooth, minaret-shaped head rub across her tender, seething little clitoris, making it swell and burgeon forth as far as the tiny nubbin was capable of growing. A new shower of sparkler-like tingles charged maddeningly through her young flesh. The young brunette clenched her teeth tightly together and struggled with all her willpower against the tiny lapping sparks threatening to burst into sudden, uncontrollable flame. The aching fires would once again totally devour her, making her a slave to the whims of these men. She inwardly struggled, but it was a losing battle as the men sucked and lapped at her quivering breast-points, and the hard, shuddering penis teased the portal of her aching vagina.
And then, after one final desperate struggle, she realized there was no hope for her. Once again the battle was lost. The dam of lust broke within her all over again.
The girl's wantonly aroused torso began jerking and twitching spasmodically, starting a slow, careful-yet abandoned-movement as Pat permitted herself to gradually sink deeper and deeper beneath the waves of thrilling delight now coursing through her aching body in maddening spirals. Every muscle in her shuddering self was straining as she raised her hips involuntarily higher, reaching toward that maddening pole pushing between her juicy thighs. She felt the full length of the smaller, but no less hard, fleshy probe as it slid up and down her shuddering, widely splayed slit. It moved in a maddening, teasing manner, causing her jerking pelvis to undulate toward it. Her hungry cunt, like the mouth of a ravenous animal, was wide open, desperately anxious to close around the hard, blood-bloated point.
"Oh God!" she screamed, knowing she had to have a cock inside her again.
David Vane had done a terrible thing. He had created an uncontrollable need for cock in her ravenous young body. She needed to be fucked as certainly as she needed food. Sperm nourished her vaginal cavern as meat satisfied a lion.
The two men stopped sucking for a moment and grinned at one another, sensing the girl's total submissiveness. She was surrendering her body to them to do with as they saw fit.
"You are going to fuck yourself onto my cock," Neil told the girl.
"Yes, yes, anything," she agreed. "Whatever you say."
"You really trained this one right," Neil smiled at Vane.
He made the girl stand up, and then he lay down on the rubber floor mat in the elevator. Pat knelt above him, and Vane stood behind her, holding her tits firmly in his grasping palms. The girl inched her seething pussy forward, feeling the knobby head of his cock press between her seething labia. She stared down and saw how quickly he was breathing, and felt a small sense of victory, knowing she was so desirable. She saw the dark hairs on his pelvis, looking like some kind of steel wool. And she realized she was angled so she was able to see her reflection in the chrome door. Yes, this time she was seeing herself in there and not some other hapless female. Her pink pussy was wide open in extended invitation to the probing penis already pressing its head between her inner cuntlips. The hard cock was jerking and twitching, and the girl saw it expand and contract with each pulsation. Her thighs were pressing against his sides, and his knees were shoved against her inner loins, forcing the heated trough of her interior to remain spread apart.
Pat had to have that staff buried inside her, now. It wasn't as long or as thick as that of David Vane, but under the circumstances it would do. It was certainly a lot thicker than any finger either of the men might have shoved into her. Frantically her fingers clutched the length of rock-hard cock. Her tiny fingers had a firm grip on the pole this time, being able to encircle it with ease. She felt the hard shaft pulsating wildly, and she realized despite it being smaller and thinner than that of Vane, it was no less alive. Yes, yes, this was what her belly was aching and screaming for. Careful not to hurt the instrument, since it represented her means of being relieved, she tried cramming it into her cunt, only to find, in spite of its having taken Vane the previous Friday, it was still a tight, narrow hole, and needed to be treated gently. Her buttocks shuddered as Vane squeezed her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his palms, letting her know he was there, in essence supervising everything. Desperate to have the cock inside her, she used the fingers of one hand to spread her labia, and then with her other hand, all but forced the head of Neil's cock against the mouth of her straining pussy. Now the head was lodged in the hole, and lodged securely enough to remain as long as Neil didn't pull back, or Vane didn't suddenly try lifting her off the man's throbbing cock.
Neil grinned, mirroring the evil smile on Vane's face. Had it been his choice, he would have reached up, grabbed the girl's shoulders, and forced her tight pussy all the way down on his throbbing dick. But David Vane, with hands cupping the girl's large breasts, was doing the guiding. And he enjoyed tantalizing Pat, knowing the longer it took for her to be fulfilled, the more certain she was to obey his commands when he issued them. By now, he was aware of the girl's suffering need for a good, stiff prick. She needed it jammed up into her belly. Hell! He had spent the last ten years making a study of women, and so far, every one of them had wanted to be convinced to shed her inhibitions. True, many of them didn't know what they really wanted for awhile, but Vane had properly guided them. And this girl had to be the best of the lot; young, innocent, not really aware of her body's desires until he showed them to her. It was fun to make her wait a little, causing her to anticipate exactly what was about to take place. It enhanced her own feelings, as well. Once she was ready, he'd let Neil fuck her, and do her the favor of letting her suck his dick at the same time. She wasn't quite ready to be ass fucked, but that would come, in time. The licentious thought of plundering the girl's rectum caused him to involuntarily squeeze the girl's breasts, and at the same time shove down a little.
Pat gasped as she felt her labia separating even more and the elastic orifice of her vulva being stretched. And then Neil's throbbing dork began slowly sliding into her tightness. The blood filled head carefully, slowly worked its way into her.
Neil flexed his muscles, feeling all the pent-up, agonizing frustrations he had inside him over the past few days come surging forward as he sliced his pulsing cock into the warm, wet tunnel of the young girl. He gasped aloud in the breathless silence of the elevator as it hit bottom, stopped, then started up again. The hot, squeezing walls of the young girl's spasming pussy contracted tightly, soothingly, deliriously over the head of his stone-solid wang as the thundering penis slid a bit deeper into the girl. Vane was slowly, carefully pushing her down, and the upward movement of the elevator helped her downward slide, as well. He stabbed his own cock into her back, rubbing the wetness seeping from it into the girl's flesh, and Pat gasped, feeling the giant cock against her spine while the other one continued slipping into her down-sliding vagina. Two cocks! Two cocks! This was wonderful. Down she went, feeling her scabbard surround the fleshy sword entering her, thrilling to the lust bloated penis as it moved into her with the power of a runaway locomotive. It pushed hard against the tight, soft membranes, making her tender tissues ripple before it as it cut upward. Thrilling blasts of wonder filled Pat as surely as the cock plunging upward into the fist-like tightness of her creaming womanly center.
Pat stared at her reflection in the chrome door and thrilled to what she saw. The weight of Vane's hands on her breasts, the pressure of his thick penis massaging her back, and the doughiness of Neil's balls wedged between her thighs now that his penis was all the way up inside her, combined to thrill her.
The girl's face was contorted, but this time there was no pain. It was sheer heaven feeling a penis such as this move through her. True, Vane's thicker penis, in the long run, would bring her more delight. But this one was causing pleasure right from the start, with no initial agony. The girl screamed out her lust, bouncing wildly on the upthrust knife of phallic enchantment. Tears of wondering joy spilled from her eyes, running down her cheeks. Inwardly, Pat cried for herself, realizing her innocence was truly gone forever. Not that it was something to be missed, but at that moment she felt she had lost what little she had left of girlhood. She was now a woman in every sense of the word. Thrills were etched into the drawn lines on her face. She gasped for him to continue, but at that moment, with Vane's weight pressing down as his hands continued their sadistic squeezing of her breasts, Pat found herself no longer able to move. The pike of penile delight attached to Neil was crammed all the way up inside her. Her hands were no longer able to touch his cock, and so she reached behind and down, beneath her buttocks, feeling the wrinkly mass of his scrotum. She massaged the dual lumpy mass, making Neil writh beneath her, causing his cock to revolve in her vaginal mineshaft. It pushed, like a long lump of fire-hardened clay against her womb, butting its nose against her cervix. Her vagina adjusted to the lesser thickness of Neil's length and seemingly twisted itself around the small monolith. Because of the position in which she was sitting, the tinier cock felt like a sequoia log inside her. With thrilled lust she welcomed the invasion, tightly clenching the muscles of her buttocks, squeezing them together as thrill after thrill raced wildly through her. It felt wonderful to have an entire length of penis buried all the way in her. Vane's was too long to fit completely inside her. Her fleshy tunnel squeezed and squeezed again, making Neil flex his throbbing cock within. Ohhhhh God! It felt so absolutely wonderful.
But through all this, in the back of her mind, Pat hated both these men. They had not asked her. They had not even assumed she was willing. They hadn't given a damn. Rather, they had decided she was to be used for their personal gratification, whether or not she, herself, was able to respond. True, they had done everything in their power to arouse her. True, they had succeeded in doing so. But their regard for her as something less than equal to themselves angered her. Michael Fresschlocker had been right about Dave Vane using dirty tricks. The girl knew, as long as she worked here and Vane remained a tenant here, he'd continue taking advantage of her. This was something she was unable to take. One of them had to go. And since her job meant so much to her, at that moment Pat decided it was Vane who would have to go. And the only way to make certain of that was to do what Fresschlocker wanted.
Neil smiled up at her, as if letting her know he forgave her for being so ignorant and struggling so violently for no reason. He thrilled to the way she rotated her body against his, knowing each little movement merely enhanced the feelings for both of them. He remained perfectly still, flexing his cock, letting it expand against the tight walls of her seething pussy. He was glad Vane had de-humanized the girl, first. Neil hated virginal blood spilling all over his cock.
"Unnggghhh!" the girl gasped, opening her eyes, thrilling all the more to the tubular length of solid male hose filling her seething cunt.
Pat was thoroughly enjoying this "rape." Each time Neil flexed, a new sensation of lust went shooting through her. Her body squeezed her tunnel tightly closed each time he flexed his cock, as if she were responding to his pulsings. The girl groaned and sighed, gasping and shuddering, lurching as her hips began a wild spasmodic roll, signaling the fact that she was ready to begin the struggle of life and life. Neil felt hi cock become oversensitive and wondered if he'd be able to contain himself long enough to make the girl come. Not that he cared whether or not she came. He was leaving town later, and he'd probably never see her again. But his natural curiosity made him wonder if he was able to keep his seed back long enough for the girl to come.
Like a sucking mouth, the entire interior of Pat's vagina closed tightly around the hungry length of hard cock. Her body was alive with lust, afire with wanton thrills, and it needed satiety. Maddening tingles, barely remembered since Friday evening, but suddenly alive again in her womb, rapidly spread to the farthest reaches of her girlish body. Nerve-ends gratefully came alive with thrilling lust, and maddening sensations pulsated in dancing waves that flickered like wavering flames across the entire breadth of her girlish body, moving from head to toe. Her body was humping up and down now, shoving the lurching length of prick deeper and deeper into her anguished belly. And all the while Neil remained motionless beneath her. He was glad she was doing all the moving, taking the responsibility for her orgasm away from him.
David Vane was on his knees beside the fucking couple, and he had pulled Pat's face to the side so her mouth was within easy reach of his own lips. Pat had wanted to lean forward and throw her weight on Neil, but Vane's kissing her mouth prevented her from doing so. This didn't stop her from continuing to bounce up and down on Neil's pulsing prick, feeling his balls with one hand, while keeping her other hand against his chest for balance as her lips tasted Vane's mouth. The harsh, acrid flavor of a smoked Tiparillo made Pat shudder. Having kissed Vane so often, she had come to associate the taste with sex, and tasting his mouth now only aroused her that much more, Even the humiliation wrought on her by the two was now temporarily forgotten as the sight of herself with the two men, reflected in the chrome elevator door, enhanced her feelings that much more. It was much like Friday night, when she had seen herself with Vane in the mirrors in his room. Only the extra man being there was so much more arousing.
The girl felt her pubic hair catching with Neil's steel wool, and some small strands were being tugged out.
"Okay," Vane hoarsely insisted. "Tell Neil what you want."
Pat knew better than to argue, this time. Eventually the two men would make her say what they wanted to hear, and she would endure a lot of agony if she resisted. So she gasped out, "Fuck me, Neil! Fuck me hard. Shove your cock into my cunt. Fill me up with it."
"When you train 'em, you train 'em," Neil said to Vane.
"Yeah, I'm the best in the business," Vane guffawed.
Pat should have felt humiliated and degraded, but trying to think like a woman rather than a girl, she reasoned it was not degrading to do what she was forced to do under stress. If anything, the two men she was with were more guilty than she. If they wanted to make her feel small, it only cheapened them in the long run. Though there was nothing she could do to revenge herself on Neil, she had the weapon with which to avenge herself on David Vane. And she intended using it. It was her cunt. But no, no, her cunt was not enough. After today, Vane might not consider her worth staying in the elevator with. Certainly there was nothing new or fresh about her body as far as this man was concerned. But by doing this to her, he had given her an idea as to how she'd be able to detain him.
She was bouncing all the more rapidly now, thinking of the sweet revenge that would be hers, tomorrow. It might just be enough to ruin Vane's reputation, too.
The man on whom she was contemplating performing these atrocities was still kneeling beside her, kissing her mouth, squeezing her breasts, and occasionally squeezing her buttocks, as well.
"You're all right, Pat-baby," he was saying to her. "You're going to be terrific. Wait and see. In time, you'll be the best lay in the entire city. I'm going to bring a lot of other guys around who'll be able to appreciate you."
The hell you will, the girl thought, kissing him, making him think she was eager to enjoy him, when her eagerness, aside from the natural physical needs she had, stemmed from her gleeful thoughts of vengeance.
Vane's mouth clamped tightly against hers, and his wet tongue, flavored with tobacco, washed through her mouth again and again. Meanwhile, Pat's body continued wildly bouncing on Neil's thighs, thrilling to the pressure of his stiff prick as it massaged her inner cuntal walls, Vane's fingers, pulling on her nipples, enhanced the feelings inside her to an even greater degree. Pat decided she might one day have a string of lovers so devoted to her, they'd be willing to share her all at the same time.
Pat's loins pumped faster and faster as she rode the man with all the strength in her body. This position, being different from either of the two employed by Vane, Friday night, merely enhanced the thrills for her that much more, making her feel wonderful.
Neil's body, beneath hers began pumping up and down in cadence with her own movements, his throbbing cock moving in and out of her riding tunnel in long, smooth strokes. He was even more anxious than she, and pounded his stiffened staff into her sucking, slurping hole, sodden with the juices built up by Pat's own excitement. The dark-haired man's breath came in short, heavy bursts, and the sight of the girl's full, magnificent breasts, bouncing wildly above him now that Vane had removed his hands, drove him even madder with lust. The girl's nipples were long, thick, and hard. He drove his cock straight up, literally lifting Pat's knees off the floor. The girl's head swayed, and her back arched with the thrills mounting in her tender body.
"Ummm ... ahhhh ... yessss ... " the female elevator operator gasped, groaning out her submission as Vane backed off and got to his feet.
Pat was completely trapped by the cock, and there was no longer any reason to fight what she felt burning inside her. Surrendering to it did not mean disgrace. It was a series of sensations within her that had to be sated, and this was the only way to do it. Lascivious chills went shooting up and down her arched spine, firing her ravished body even more. She responded again and again to the measured cadence of the throbbing cock sliding up and down in her greasy vestibule, thrilling to the feel of his balls slapping up between her thighs every time he slammed his cock into her. Maddening rushes of cool air eddied between, as his cock seemed to almost completely withdraw before plunging in anew. Her thighs tingled and ached to squeeze tightly shut around his body, but her knees dug into the floor mat keeping her balanced. Thin rivulets of perspiration mingled with droplets of lubricant between her thighs, and it all dripped onto the man's pelvis.
David Vane stood there, stroking his hard prong, watching the entire scene in greedy fascination. He had created a female sex monster, and he was glad. This was some special female, all right. Just looking at the way she responded so readily to being touched convinced him she'd do whatever he wanted from now on. But then, he'd made slaves of a great many other women, too. More than once he'd had to have the building doorman come up and throw a girl out. But this one had spirit. She wasn't the kind to come crawling to him, and that was good. She'd always remain aloof until he wanted to use her. At such a time, all he'd have to do was look at her the right way, and she would once again be his.
Unable to merely watch without once again participating, he came close and began rubbing his hands all over Pat's sweaty body. Even as she tried leaning forward to press her breasts against Neil's body, Vane, from behind, slipped both hands under her nipples and cupped her boobs, squeezing and tugging on them. He forced the two breasts together, making her nipples fit into the cupped palm of one hand, squeezing them tightly, and then he reached around her lower belly, touching her mons, and was able to finger her clitoris as her cunt continued its wild massage of the prick embedded in it. This only made Pat bounce faster on the hard penis filling and re-filling her taut, sucking cavern. She felt the thicker penis rubbing against her ass cheeks as Vane straddled her body. The head was pointed up, sliding through her ass crack and touching her spine each time she squatted all the way down on Neil's trapped phallus. Each time she rose, the head of Vane's cock rubbed the button of her anus, causing sparks to fly from her asshole. She knew it was too thick to go in there, and had he tried shoving it in, Pat was certain the pain she had felt the previous Friday would have been mild compared to the new agony. Even so, the wet lubricity seeping from the head of his moving penis did keep her asshole wet and anxious.
"Unnnhhh!" she groaned and grunted, all the louder as the penile point continued tickling her anal entry-way. She wished her asshole was wide enough to take it in. Somehow, Pat had the feeling she'd enjoy being penetrated there.
Vane removed the hand from her breasts, reached down, pushed his hard cock to the side, and slid a forefinger into the girl's rectal tunnel. Pat gasped, feeling penetration there for the first time. Because it was a finger, and because of the great amount of lubricant deposited on the outside, there was no discomfort. In fact, she felt the pleasure she had been expecting to sense.
Neil hugged her body tightly to his, and Pat felt her breasts being crushed by his solid chest. God! It felt wonderful. She rubbed her body against Neil's all the more quickly, enjoying the stimulation of her nipples and her vaginal tract, along with the rubbing of her clitoris and the probing of her asshole.
"Hey," Neil called to Vane, "are you going to fuck her in the ass, or not."
"Not yet," Vane told him. "Her ass is a long way from being ready for my cock."
"Well hell, get out of the way. Give her your prick to suck on, but get out of the way."
Vane's finger slid from Pat's rectum as quickly as it had slid into her, and she was suddenly aware of Vane rising from behind her. As the elevator hit the top and began moving down in its shaft, so Pat saw the thick shaft of David Vane begging for her mouth to sink down on it. But if Vane's shaft was begging, the rest of him wasn't. His hand grabbed her fluffy black hair, tossing way the red cap she was wearing, and with fingers wrapped around the ebony strands, he tugged her face to the side, toward his waiting salami. The rubbery head was touching her lips, leaving wet spots all over, trying to pry her lips apart. Pat stared with seething lust at the patch of hair covering Vane's pelvis, noting it was two shades darker than his mustache. Realizing she was about to suck on a penis, she looked up at the smiling face of the man attached to the throbbing cock. The grin was one of pure evil. His eyes were bright and shining with glittering lust.
"Come on," Vane urged. "We both know you've always wanted to taste the old wangeroo. Here's your chance, baby. Open wide and start sucking."
Before Pat was able to verbally respond in any way, Vane tugged a little more firmly on her hair, forcing her to part her lips, and the head of the massive engine he sported was being pressed between those lovely lips, against her still-clenched teeth. Vane began rubbing the rubbery point from side to side, massaging her dentures as surely as if he was using a tooth brush. Pat smiled, and in doing so, opened her mouth a little. The thick rod of cock rammed its way right to her throat, filling her mouth with its immenseness. Hot, drooling spit covered his throbbing cock as her warm mouth automatically shaped itself to the barrel-length of the cock. Pat felt the thick, blunt, rubbery underside massaging her tongue as it slid back and forth, bumping against her throat each time. This took her concentration away from Neil's cock, still buried in the seething depths of her lusting belly.
Vane's eyes were glazed with salaciousness as the stocky man began jerking his pelvis back and forth with amazing rapidity. He squatted a little, to make the fit in her mouth that much better, then wrapped both hands around her head and tugged her face forward and back as he pumped his thrusting schlong in and out of her sucking mouth. Pat immediately pulled with her lips and licked with her tongue, sucking with all her strength, hoping to drain the man's very energy from him when he finally emptied his balls into her mouth. And she knew he fully intended firing into her mouth, just as he had unloaded his jism into Linda's mouth. Vane automatically followed the rhythm of Neil's pumping penis, keeping the motion of his own prod beating into the girl's mouth in such a way, that as Neil pumped into the girl's cunt, he was sliding his own cock back. And as Neil grabbed the girl's hips and forced her up, he rammed in with all his might.
Pat had no idea how she was doing it, but she felt her gullet opening as Vane's thrusting cock forced its way all the way in, literally clogging her esophagus. She ought to have been choking, but the girl felt deliciously relaxed in a way she had never before felt, and as a result, she was taking the entire mass of penile glands into her pharynx. Her lips were scrubbed by the wiry short hairs on Vane's pelvis. Her lower lip even pressed against the man's drawn up balls, thrilling to the wrinkled, hairy flesh tickling it. Vane's hand now gripped her ears like handles, giving him complete control over her head. She felt the smooth head, followed by the different texture of his cock-bole rub against her palate and tongue as the corona plugged itself into and out of her throat again and again. From the corner of her eye, the girl saw her reflection in the elevator door, and curious thrills shot through her when she watched her lips tighten in a solid ring around the phallic presence continually invading her mouth and throat. Slowly, little by little, her throat became completely attuned to the breadth of the pumping penis, and she found herself able to swallow her saliva, along with the gouts of lubrication seeping from the prominent plugging putz. This, combined with the pressure of the hard cock in her vagina was enough to rouse her completely, and she felt the rising tide of orgasm build, build, build, and suddenly it was blasting through her teenage body. The very idea that Vane and Neil had tried humiliating and debasing her made all this so much more exciting, because Pat knew there was no humiliation in doing something like this. The saliva in her mouth was becoming thicker as the floods of dripping oil coming from Vane's cock became greater and greater. The heavy penis was swelling and thickening, as she felt her climax slam wickedly into her.
"UUUUGGGGLLLLUUUUMMMMPHH!!" was all she was able to gasp with the massive prod filling her throat.
Her body bounced like a loose marionette on top of Neil's upthrust wand as spasm after spasm shook her, making her tremble and vibrate completely beyond control. Her mouth strained and sucked as she felt the delicious thrills of multiple climax shoot through her with repeated blasts.
As if in response to her climax, Vane, who had been all hot and bothered right from the start, slammed his hips against her beautiful face, jamming the entire length of his meaty wand into her orifice, completely filling it, blocking out any air as he bellowed, "AAAGGGHHHAAAGGGHHUUHHH!"
Hot, burning spunk washed down Pat's throat, and she drank it eagerly, feeling another climax dynamite its way through her body. She groaned with lust around the erupting penis, drinking the thick, gluey liquid as Neil, anxious to peak, fucked into her more and more rapidly until he finally found his nirvana, blasting seed into the still-upright body of the cocksucking girl.
Pat sucked and drank until the flaccid, shrunken penis of David Vane slid from her mouth, completely empty. She remained seated on Vane's friend's penis until it, too, had shriveled to near nothingness. In that time, the young brunette had one more climax, but it was more like an anti-climax.
The two men took their hands from her and she rolled off them. Vane stood with his back braced against a corner of the elevator, while Neil simply lay there, totally drained.
"Christ!" Neil gasped. "This one's a succubus. She drained every last drop of feeling from me. Hell! She has to be the best broad I've ever fucked."
"I know what you mean," Vane's hoarse voice nodded. "She sucks pretty well, too, considering this was the first time she ever used her mouth. With practice I figure she'll become as good a cocksucker as she's good at fucking."
"Make sure you give her that practice," Neil laughed, getting to his feet and dressing.
Vane put his clothes on, and between them the two men dressed Pat, even putting her little red cap on. Then they rode to the ground floor and got off.
Pat stood there as Eric, the starter, came over to her, and said, "Two men, this time. Hey you're all right, kid. You keep this up, and your job'll be set for life."
"Eric, why don't you mind your own business," she snapped.
"I am," he laughed. "I was hoping to get in on a little of what you've been giving them."
"Why don't you drop dead," she snapped.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That evening, Pat went to the corner drugstore after eating supper, and she called the number on Michael Fesschlocker's card. When Fresschlocker answered she thought he was a girl, at first. She told him she was willing to do what he wanted, but she wasn't satisfied with a thousand dollars.
"I don't know if I can go any higher," he told her.
"Don't kid me," she snapped. "If it's worth a thousand dollars it's worth two thousand, and even that's cheap. If you must know, I need the extra thousand because I'm going to employ a little help. I feel the girl with me deserves a thousand, as well. So give me a yes or a no right now. Don't leave me hanging."
"You drive a hard bargain," Fresschlocker told her.
"Well men like you and Mr. Vane have made me what I am. All we're quibbling about now is, for how much will I continue being that kind of a female."
"All right," Fresschlocker agreed.
"I want it all up front, tonight," Pat told him. "Don't try telling me you can't get it. I have every faith you can."
"All right," Fresschlocker agreed. "Where do I meet you?"
Pat told him about the drugstore, and hung up. She went to the soda fountain and ordered an ice cream sundae, and waited.
Long before Fresschlocker arrived, a close friend of hers, Erin, come in, and walked over to her, saying, "What was so important that you had to call my house at dinnertime to tell me to meet you here?"
"A thousand dollars," Pat said to her friend.
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, well," David Vane grunted, getting into the elevator at noon on the following day. "I didn't expect to see you working so early."
"I took the day off from school to show my friend Erin how to operate the elevator," Pat told him. "The two of us will be alternating on my shift."
Vane stared at the other girl who was not yet dressed in an elevator operator's uniform. The girl had straight black hair as opposed to the fluffy hair on Pat's head. Her nose was straight, and her eyes were just as grey. She had a few freckles which made her look cute and young. Body-wise, she seemed a carbon copy of Pat. She had large breasts jutting out against a blue and white striped polo shirt, and from the way they jiggled, and the prominent way the nipples pressed into the cloth, it was plain Erin didn't "go bra." Her hips were nice and round, encased as they were in hip huggers, and the girl had slim, neat calves, trim ankles, and small feet which were wearing leather sandals.
The sight of the two females together set Vane's heart trip hammering. He wasn't due in court for two hours, and the idea of dallying with the two girls at once tickled his fancy tremendously. He knew Pat would do whatever he said, so it was merely a question of bringing the other girl around to his way of thinking. And for once he didn't want to use an elevator. His room in his apartment was much more suitable.
"You girls should be getting off for lunch about now," Vane said. "Care to join me in the penthouse?"
"Sure," Pat nodded, winking at Erin, who winked back.
Vane was let off in his penthouse, and the two girls rode the elevator to the main floor, where Pat's relief would take over for the rest of the day. Pat changed into her street clothes, and the two girls took another elevator to the floor just below the penthouse. Pat had seen Eric's eyes on her all the way, and she didn't want him knowing she was going to Vane's apartment. True, the starter would suspect something, but she didn't care about suspicions without proof.
Erin was nervous and admitted it. She had confessed to Pat the previous night that she was no virgin, but her body had been used solely by a boy friend who had moved away at the end of the summer. She claimed she wasn't the kind to normally sell her body for money. But Pat had argued money was the only tangible thing for which a girl ought to sell her body. The sight of the thousand dollars Pat held out to her had convinced Erin. This one time she would go along because like all girls her age, she needed money desperately, and, like all girls her age, she was not earning enough at her part-time job.
The two girls took the stairs to Vane's penthouse and rang the door buzzer. Vane let them in and ushered them through the elite front hall to his living room, past the elevator door to his private "play" room. On seeing the mirrors and frescoes, Erin gasped.
"Shall we eat before or after?" Vane asked.
"Before," Pat told him, knowing he'd want to relax after his stomach was full, though he was certain to believe he had plenty of time before having to get back to the courtroom.
Vane led them to the dining room and had them sit at a solid oak table that had been covered by a white linen tablecloth. Expensive silver and bone china with linen napkins had been carefully placed before three chairs.
Vane went to the phone, punched out a number on the buttons, and said something. Hanging up, he held a chair for each of the girls, then sat, himself. Some minutes later, the elevator door opened, and food on steaming trays came wheeling in on dollies. All three were served fruit cup appetizers, cream of mushroom soup, and roast chicken with mashed potatoes, green beans, and carrots. Dessert consisted of cocoanut-sprinkled vanilla ice cream with chocolate topping.
After the food trays had been removed and Vane was alone with the two girls, they went into the opulent living room and relaxed for twenty minutes, staring at the skyline, outside.
"Okay," Vane said, standing, "I barely have an hour left, so let's get to it. Erin, did Pat explain the ground rules to you, or do I have to go over everything."
"I understand everything," Erin nodded.
"Good, good. It'll save a lot of time."
They adjourned to the mirrored room, and without speaking another word, all three undressed. Vane had an opportunity of comparing the two naked bodies. Both girls had equally large breasts, but Erin's had pink aureole with rosy nipples compared to the rich tan of Pat's tips.
Erin and Pat had agreed to "put on a show" for Vane, first. Not only would this make Vane want the two of them all the more, but it would help to loosen Erin up. Though Pat's friend had not done any lesbianic playing around since having lost her cherry, the girl was not immune to it. Like Pat, Erin had a low boiling point.
The two girls lay down on the soft, deep floor, and Vane, lighting up a Tiparillo, watched them. Yeah, he had this little elevator girl trained, all right, and now she was even bringing him fresh meat. She had waited for him to make the propositioning move, not trying to force herself on him. He liked that. She knew how to behave. Maybe this elevator girl would last awhile.
Pat lay beside her friend, hugging her body close, feeling the sparse hairs on Erin's pelvis rub against the curling strands on her own mons. The girls kissed as naturally as if each was kissing a man. Their full, firm breasts squashed against one another, the nipples touching and rubbing up and down, making the girls aroused that much more quickly. And Pat, always looking in the mirror, saw the reflection of Vane's monstrous penis as it swelled. Pat's ebony haired triangle was circularly compressing itself against the tickling bush on Erin's mount. Erin spread her sleek thighs, curling her legs around those of her kissing friend, allowing the tapered pussy on Pat's groin to glide in and massage the wet, slick lips of her own viscous lips. From the corner of her eye, Pat saw the reflection of David Vane, puffing away, smiling, enjoying what he was seeing. She tried to read the man's thoughts through his glimmering eyes and realized he was pleased to find the two of them so horny. He knew the other girl, Erin, was feeling a bit embarrassed about her nakedness, and this foreplay between herself and Erin was going a long way toward making Erin relax.
Two at a time, Vane thought, stubbing out his Tiparillo in the mirrored ashtray. Oh yeah, yeah, this was really going to be fun. Two luscious broads ... still girls.
The two girls' mouths melded together in a long, deep, tongue-dueling kiss. Both females had their lips compressed against each other's mouth and had their eyes tightly closed. Their hands were roaming gently over each other's body, each softly caressing the flesh, feeling the naked contours that so much resembled her own.
Pat knew Vane was becoming more and more excited. Maybe he knew how to keep a woman from refusing, but he was burning with lust, himself. If a woman ever did manage to keep herself under control, Pat was certain Vane would end up raping her. At any moment he'd become part of what they were doing. This was heady stuff, and there was no way Vane wasn't going to get maximum enjoyment from it. In fact, Pat was counting on precisely that. Bringing Vane total pleasure was the one thing to take his mind off the time. And even if, by some chance, he did manage to get back to the courtroom on time, he'd be so whacked out he would not be able to think straight. The important thing was to try and keep him from getting back in time.
Erin felt Pat's lips slide to her throat, and opening her eyes, saw all three of them in the ceiling mirror. Vane was standing much closer to Pat and herself, and Erin was aroused at the thought of being touched by the man. He had big, bony hands, and from what Pat had told her about Vane, the man knew how to use them.
The sight of Vane's rock-hard shaft, standing at an acute forty five degree angle, made Erin's eyes widen. God! That staff the man sported had to be nearly twice the size of her previous boy friend's. God! It was immense. Yet Pat had told her how she had taken most of that rod into her vagina, and all of it into her mouth and throat.
Vane plopped down beside the two clutching females. His aching hands reached out and began carefully exploring their bodies, touching the satin-sheened flesh, feeling the warmly vibrant differences that did exist between the two girls.
Pat took her mouth from Erin's throat and said, "Come on in. The water's fine. Glad your interested."
"Damn right I'm interested," Vane smirked. "I'd have to be made of stone not to be interested. The two of you are really stacked. This is going to be some session."
"I hope so," Erin chimed in. "Pat told me you're supposed to be terrific, and I sure hope I'm not disappointed."
"You won't be," Vane promised her.
He pressed up close to Pat, and the girl reached back and began fondling the cock with which she had become so familiar. The throbbing phallic extension pulsated almost painfully in the girl's tight clutch. Her fingers appreciatively ran along the entire thick length of it.
"You're so much better built than your friend Neil," Pat assured Vane.
"Hell, I know that," he replied. "Neil can't hold a candle to me. He only thinks he's great. Believe me, when you came yesterday, it was due more to sucking on my dong than it was to being fucked by Neil."
"I'm sure of it," Pat nodded.
"Hey," Erin called out. "Bring that penis over here. I've never seen anything like it. I think it only fair I get to touch it a little, too."
"You bet your sweet life it's only right," Vane cooed, now on his knees, moving around to Erin's rear. He pressed up against her, letting her reach behind her and surround the massive pike with her own fingers. She squeezed and pressed and tugged on the gigantic phallic wonder, and her breath began coming in quicker, shorter pants.
"Hey, Dave," Pat called to him. "D'you think you can fuck both of us?"
"Child's play," Vane laughed.
"How many times," Phyllis wanted to know.
"That depends on how many times I come," Vane told her. "I mean, I think I can make you broads come twice for each load I shoot."
"You know darn well we're both going to come," Pat told him. "But we're curious how many times you can come in the process."
"Hey, if I had the whole day I'd probably be able to pop six loads between the two of you."
"Since time is so short, d'you think you can come three times?" Pat asked.
"No sweat," Dave assured her. "I'm an orgasmic freak."
"So you say," Erin snapped. "You'll have to prove it to me."
Erin's fingers were gripping his cock more and more tightly, jerking on it, pulling on it, making it ever more sensitive. When Vane tightened a little, trying to keep his own body under control, Erin began feeling better, knowing she had some kind of control over him.
"Relax," she whispered. "While we're together, let's have fun."
"Sure thing," Vane agreed.
Suddenly Pat was moving. She released Erin, rose to her knees, and, reversing her sensually naked self, all but hit Vane in the face with her feet as she threw a leg over Erin's head to straddle her in the classic soixante-neuf position. Pat's hands spread Erin's thighs, and then the elevator girl lowered her head to the hair-fringed coral cunt, while lowering her own fleshy cuntlips against Erin's young face.
Vane felt Erin clutch his cock even more strongly, squeezing it as the squishy cuntlips pressed against her wide-open mouth. The blood began pulsing all the more quickly in the man's body as he heard the hungering sound of the two females anxiously masticating each other's dripping vaginas. Looking down, he was unable to see anything because Pat's buttocks blocked his line of vision. But when he stared in the wall mirror opposite, he was able to see Pat's pink tongue flick out and slice into Erin's seething nookie. The oral digit licked up and down in the fuming crack between Erin's thighs, and Vane saw fluid drip from between the luscious cuntlips and fall to the floor. A mirror against another wall revealed Erin was applying her own tongue vigorously to the viscid slash between Pat's loins. Erin continued tugging on the man's throbbing cock, helping herself keep time to the way her tongue ran in and out of the wet pussy of her cunt-eating friend.
"Hey," Vane called out, "why don't you girls slow down a little and leave some of that good eating to me."
Erin's violently trembling thighs were widely spread, and Pat's head kept nodding between them, her tongue whipping out again and again. She saw Vane watching her and resolved to put on a performance he was destined never to forget. Her wet tongue sank deep, dredging out more juices from between Erin's thighs as her lips pulled at the wet opening, sucking liquid into her throat and drinking it straight down. Erin shivered with wild delight, and David Vane, almost totally melted inside himself, listened to the mewling sounds Erin was making while Pat hummed along in time to the slavering sounds the two girls made as their mouths continued dredging fluid from one another's vaginal wells. The sounds they made were deliciously obscene as they hungrily tongue-fucked each other again and again. The two girls were literally all wrapped up in one another. And there was almost nothing Vane was able to do other than sensually caress their flesh at the moment. And so the man did just that.
The lawyer's hand went out between the two soft, warm bodies, first to the kneeling Pat's form, and the hand began fondling the ripe, fruitlike dangling breasts, digging his fingers into the girl's smoothly pliant flesh, cupping the weighty mammaries in his palms, then rolling the hardened nipples between his tweaking fingers.
The man's other hand slid over Erin's tautly rippling stomach, moving to her breast where he was able to knead, squeeze, and caress the quivering softness of that young girl's shuddering mounds of bosomy flesh. Both girls had such full breasts, it thrilled him to feel them. Closing his eyes, Vane found it difficult to tell one nipple from another. Aside from the color, the nipples felt equally thick and long and pointed. These were two nifty chicks, all right. Although priding himself on being able to handle two older women, as well as any one woman at a time, Vane was starting to wonder if he was capable of wearing down the two girls. They had so much vitality, so much energy. Well, what the hell, he damn sure was going to give it one helluva try. Shee-itt!!! Being able to fuck two such gorgeous cunts at the same time was really something. He had swapped with Neil before, but having two such young, spirited pretty foxes at once was one hell of an irresistible challenge. He had to fuck them one after the other, which meant he'd have to hold his spunk back for the second broad, each time. That also meant alternating which one went first. Jesus! Three times in an hour? Maybe! Maybe!
The two girl's wetly ground their faces into one another's seething muffs, sucking, licking, drinking the fermenting juices spilling out from within. Their breathing was raspy, their throats sounding guttural. Each realized she was turned on because of the other girl's body, and each knew she was capable of coming this way. No, no, they had to hold back, they had to save their orgasms for David Vane. Erin realized it first, and releasing Vane's cock, used both hands to push her friend off her. Pat was grateful, having been so caught up in what she was doing as well as what was being done to her, she didn't realize what was happening to her.
Pat lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, seeing how wet and glistening were her pink labia, shining through the black curls covering her pelvis. In the mirror, she saw both, her own pussy and that of Erin, pulsating and quivering, and thought how much they looked alike. Sucking that sweet slit had been like eating her own cunt, and with Erin's mouth down there, working on her gash, she had the vicarious sensation she was actually pressing her mouth to her own vaginal tract. And she was sure Erin felt the same thing. Heady, perfumed lubricant seeped from both gashed wounds, filling the room with their delightful aromas.
"Ohhhhh!" Pat gasped. "I almost forgot ... thanks Erin. Gee, it was all so good, so very good. I just wanted to keep on going, eating and eating ... "
Scrambling to her feet, she turned to Vane, who was getting his second wind, saying, "Come on, Dave. Fuck me to death. Then go to work on Erin. You know there's no cock in the land like yours."
Her eyes were locked on the massively throbbing phallus as she stood straight up, stretched, letting him appreciate her body all over again, and then she lay down, saying, "Come on, Dave. Let's show Erin it's possible for a cunt as small and as narrow as hers to hold such a thick staff. Jam it into me, and when you're finished with me, go to work on her."
Vane had wanted to fuck Erin first, she being the new cunt. But Pat's reasoning sounded good. If he simply stuffed his prong into the new girl without taking the time to assure her she was able to handle it, Erin might be the girl to go nakedly screaming out of the apartment. By fucking Pat first, he saved a lot of time, a lot of foreplay, and besides, he'd be able to fuck instead of just fool around. But a complication arose when Erin sat straight up and said, "No! You've already felt what his cock is like inside you. Let him fuck me, first."
"Hey, slow down ... " Pat started to say.
"No!" Erin insisted. "I'm ready for him. If you could take him, so can I. Me, first."
For the first time in his life David Vane found himself at a temporary loss for words. Shit! He intended fucking both of them, but it seemed no matter which one he chose first, he was insulting the other one. He had to admit it was an enviable position, but he didn't want to hurt either of their feelings. Always keeping a female's ego up was important in order to get the best fucking from them.
"Girls, girls," he grunted, "I can only fuck one of you comfortably, at a time. I mean, I could stack one on top of the other and alternate my cock in your holes, but neither one of you would really feel much if I did that. So let me fuck one, and the other one will only have to wait a few minutes."
Pat was already falling down on the floor, sliding beneath his kneeling figure. She reached out, grabbed the hard cock, gripped it solidly in her fingers, and with a deftness born of recent experience, the girl brought the flange to the wetly burning gap of her seething pussy. Without warning, she arched her back and bucked up fast and hard, slamming her groin against his, forcing the massive head to barely probe into her frothing cunt. Her walls throbbed hotly.
"I go first," Pat insisted, smiling. "I have his prick inside me, already," Pat crooned triumphantly. She knew Erin was unable to back out, having already taken the thousand dollars Pat had paid her. Her hips undulated higher, forcing the thick piece of hard meat to force its way even deeper into her sucking tunnel. Looking at Erin, she said, "Why not use your mouth on David's back, and when he fucks you, I'll do the same thing."
Vane, with his cock one-third the way inside Pat's bubbling trench, was incapable of remaining still. Hell! His meat was already jammed part of the way into this girl's hot twat, now was the time to get to work. He was certain he'd be able to contain his spunk for Erin's cunt. With a quick, fast thrust of his hips, Vane drove his licentiously stiffened prick as far into Pat's cunt as possible, once again glorying in the tight way her vaginal sheath gripped and sucked him in. There was no stopping him at this point. Watching the two females work on each other had really roused him. He was fucking in and out of Pat's clutching cunny with a smooth, cadent beat, certain his sperm would remain under his control until he was ready to ejaculate it in Erin's body. Besides, Pat was one hot little pussy. He was certain he'd make the girl come in no time.
Pat saw the thrills shooting through Vane, and she smiled.
Fuck away, David, she thought. Fuck to your heart's content. This is it. After today, you won't be around to fuck me, or any other woman, ever again.
The previous night, Michael Fresschlocker had told her what it was all about. Vane was defending a Mafia boss in a tax trial. The trial was nip and tuck all the way, and though it looked as if the Mafia boss might lose, Vane was noted for pulling last-minute stunts to save his client. By keeping Vane out of the courtroom, Pat was assuring the imprisoning of Vane's client. And though the Mafia Family would have been unable to fault Vane if the case was lost, they would surely blame him for losing the case by not showing up.
Fresschlocker was an attorney who represented the Number Two man in the Family. With Vane's client out of the way for the next ten years, his own leadership was assured. In order to hide the fact that he had paid someone to keep Vane out of the courtroom he'd have to order Vane quietly terminated. That way it would appear he was backing up his boss to the bitter end.
"Wait a minute," Erin insisted. "Dave has a great idea. He can fuck the two of us at once. Come on, Pat. I want him to pump me, too."
Through it all, Vane continued pumping his thick dork into the broiling center of the girl's seething pussy, and Pat thrilled to the sensations. She smiled at Erin and said, "Just how does it really work, honey?"
"Stop for a moment so I can show you what Dave was talking about."
Erin's voice was so urgent, Vane, who normally didn't care, decided it might be fun to fuck the two of them at the same time, after all. Certainly it ought to be fun for him, even if the girls didn't enjoy it quite as much as being fucked one at a time. He noticed Erin was already fingering her pussy, rubbing her clitoris up and down with violent pressure.
Vane finally stopped, though Pat wished he had continued. The feeling of a thick piece of human meat being pulled out of her flashing cunt without her coming was something to which the girl was not used. She writhed on the floor, gasping.
"Cool it, cool it," Vane told her. "I've never fucked two cunts at the same time, before. I want to try it."
"All right," Pat gasped. "How is it done?"
"Simple," Vane told them. "You, what's your name ... Erin ... you lie down on top of Pat, face-up."
Erin did as Vane instructed, her back against the pointed breast-tips of Pat's rounded knobs. She writhed maddeningly, aching to feel some of that masculine gristle, too. Both vaginas were wide open, with one directly beneath the other.
Vane had been told about this position, and he had often wanted to try it, but this was the first time he was actually doing it. He crawled between the widely parted thighs of both females, spreading the two pairs of legs even wider. Mere inches separated the two vaginas, and both had their lips spread wide, waiting to receive the hotly pulsing length of his steaming cock.
"See," Patricia, who was lying under Erin, heard him say. "Now I can prong the two of you at the same time."
"Hurry up, hurry up," Erin begged. "I've never felt a cock as long and as thick as yours. Come on, stuff it in me, then tug it out and fuck Pat. Come on, hurry, hurry."
"Oh God!" Pat grunted from below. "Hurry up and do it, Dave."
With an ecstatic willingness born of the erotic spectacle of two mind-boggling vaginas, all soft, warm and hair-lined, hungrily waiting for his huge, swollen cock, Vane almost exploded. He was going to fuck the two of them bow legged.
Erin gasped as Vane's huge truncheon pressed against her tight vagina, then suddenly pushed forward, spreading her tunnel, opening it wider and wider. And then the huge cock was moving in, and the young girl, unused to such massive breadth, felt all the air whoosh out of her lungs. The girl's inner walls clung wetly to the master cylinder inside her. She felt it drive past her cervix and strike the back wall of her vaginal container. He pumped it in and out a few times, giving the girl's vagina a chance to adjust to his thickness, and then he yanked it out and instantly slammed it back into Pat's tight pussy. Oddly, Pat, whose cunt was used to his cock, felt more tension than Erin. His pubic hairs brushed against Erin's vagina, making the girl squirm, and all three of them groaned with delight.
Pat's arms reached around and grabbed Erin's breasts. She began massaging the large mammaries, and Erin rubbed her back all the more firmly against Pat's bosom, charging the latter's nipples with excitement. Pat began kissing the nape of Erin's neck as the huge penis left her body and plunged back into the narrow opening between Erin's thighs.
Pat was near her climax. She knew she was going to come quickly, but it didn't matter because she was capable of having many orgasms. And when Vane's throbbing meat sank back into her sucking box, the girl screamed, "AAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHGGHH!"
"Thatta girl," Vane gasped.
"Keep it in there for a moment," Pat begged. "I'm still coming ... coming ... COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGUUUUGGGGHHHM!"
She felt the huge column of flesh remain buried inside her long enough for her to feel the full effect of her blasting orgasm, and before he pulled out, she came a second time. Oh this was going to be one hell of an afternoon.
Erin felt him tug his cock from the cave under hers, and then his meat sank all the way back inside. Now Erin felt him jam the mighty poker into her sucking crevice non-stop, slamming her seething snatch again and again and again, and then Erin felt her orgasm hit her with a power she had never before experienced.
"YYYYYIIIIIEEEEE YYYYAAAAA GGGG-HHHH!" she screamed, writhing and struggling and squirming the entire time.
Vane had to admit this was the greatest idea; fucking the pair of them at once. Now he was ready for his own orgasm. He began firing into Erin's frothing pussy, shooting, shooting, shooting, as he shouted a loud, "HHHH AAAHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!"
Erin felt the heated flow of spurting spunk splash into her non-stop, and it sent another series of rattling chills into her. Her boyfriend had always used a rubber and she had never felt semen spurt into her, before. This was a fabulous sensation.
Vane rolled off the two girls, and Erin slid off Pat. The three of them just lay there, gasping, laughing. Then, after awhile, Pat leaned over and sucked Vane's cock into her mouth, and soon it was hard all over again.
"Time for the second round," Erin laughed.
CHAPTER TEN
"We've got a new tenant moving into the penthouse today," Eric told Pat as the two of them stood near her elevator on the ground floor.
"So quickly?" Pat asked.
"Yes, well once it was established Mr. Vane wasn't coming back, it was thought the best thing to do was to re-rent the apartment as quick as possible. Too bad. I was hoping you and I would make use of it, first."
"Sorry, Eric," she smiled. "You just aren't my type."
"Your friend, Erin is. We've been making it ever since that day you brought her here to keep you company."
"Eric and Erin? The two of you ought to go into show business," Pat laughed.
"Maybe we will," Eric smiled. Then his attitude changed as he said, "Here comes the new tenant, now."
Pat looked toward the entrance of the building, and walking in was Michael Fresschlocker. He headed directly for her elevator and smiled, saying, "Penthouse, please."
He still looked like a little boy, even in his natty grey suit. Pat stepped into the elevator with Fresschlocker right behind her. Once he was facing front, she closed the doors and pushed the penthouse button.
"You did a good job with Vane," Fresschlocker told her. "I hear you didn't flinch when you found out he totally disappeared."
"I wouldn't flinch if I heard you disappeared," she said, smiling at him.
"Me? I haven't done you any harm. In fact, I did you some good."
"Well, you're about to do me some more good," Pat told him. "You see, I didn't realize it at the time, but Mr. Vane did a terrible thing to me. He turned me into a kind of addict. And now that he's gone, I need someone else to literally fill in for him."
"Huh?" Fresschlocker gulped.
"It's very simple," Pat said, smiling and pushing the OVERRIDE button. "Since you're taking Mr. Vane's place in his penthouse, you'll have to take over his obligations with me, too. After all, you don't want it known you were the one who hired me to keep Mr. Vane busy that afternoon. And if you're thinking of making me disappear, I'll tell you right now, more than a dozen friends of mine hold copies of signed letters that will be sent to the district attorney, the chief of police, the mayor, and the governor ... if anything ever happens to me."
"You trying to blackmail me?" Fresschlocker asked.
"In a way," she smiled. "In a way."
Her hand reached out and pulled down Fesschlocker's zipper while her other hand undid his belt and hook. When his pants and underpants fell, the girl smiled. Michael Fresschlocker might have looked young and sounded girlish, but between his thighs he was all man, and Pat intended making-good use of that fact.
"Now," she said, kneeling, "let's see if you taste as good as you look."
