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From: an1246@anon.penet.fi (Bix)
Subject: STORY: Top Floor Please...
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Date: Thu, 6 May 1993 02:39:59 GMT

From the author of the TELEPHONE GAMES Series, this one pure
fantasy... so far.  Your responses welcomed and appreciated (and
forwarded to the author, my slave)

Bix















                    TOP FLOOR, PLEASE.......


This had to be the tallest building I'd ever seen.  We stood on the
sidewalk, heads tilted back, staring up to the very top which was
hardly visible with the sunlight bouncing prisms off the shiny
glass windows.  Were we really going all the way up to the top?  I
was starting to wonder if I could actually make it.  I've always
been somewhat claustrophobic as well as being scared of heights. 
I couldn't imagine riding all the way to the top of this building
in an elevator.  But the stairs were absolutely out of the
question!

"Ready?" he asked, taking my elbow and guiding me toward the
entrance.  I allowed him to lead me forward, my head still tilted
toward the sky.  Once we passed under the awning of the building
and the sun disappeared behind the structure, my head came to a
normal position and I looked forward into the lobby.  It was a
beautiful area, all new and expensively decorated.  Lavish was a
more appropriate word.  It was an office building, but the ground
floor was specifically designed for comfort.  Large, soft leather
sofas littered the huge living-room-like entryway.  There was a bar
off to the left with elegant brass stools and a restaurant to the
right that seemed to be quite full considering it was early
afternoon on a weekday.  Who were these people? Didn't they work? 
Here?  I wondered incessantly how and why they were here.  They
looked like they were simply having a big party or something, not
that they were having lunch or taking a break from work.

I looked around curiously as we walked toward an information desk
directly inside the revolving door.  His arm still around my waist,
holding me firmly but gently next to him, we stopped at the desk
and he asked the receptionist there where such and such suite was. 
I wasn't paying enough attention to hear the number or anything, I
was too busy being awestruck at this unique office building.  The
receptionist, who was quite attractive, smiled at us and told him
to take the elevator to the top floor and follow the signs once we
exited.  "You should have no problem finding it," she said and
beamed at him.  Figures. The pretty women were always flirting with
him.  Who could blame them, though?  He was gorgeous and sexy and
authoritative.  A perfect blend of masculinity and sensitivity that
was irresistible, and it seemed to draw people, especially women,
to him like bees to honey.

He thanked her with a sexy smile of his own and glanced at me.  I
was watching their exchange with a mixture of jealousy and
amusement.  It bothered me to an extent to see his interest in
other women, I wanted to be the one he looked at with lust and
desire.  On the other hand, I fully expected his intrigue and was
always surprised when he didn't comment or take an interest in a
woman that I thought was particularly attractive.  I always
expected him to look (most often leer) at other women, but I only
hoped that his desire was for me alone.  At least while we were
together.  I knew I would probably never be enough for him, but I
wanted to be enough for now. 

He looked into my eyes like he was reading my mind.  He smiled an
even sexier smile at me and moved his hand from my waist down to my
ass cheek and squeezed hard, running his finger up my crack as he
returned his hand to my waist.  I blushed and smiled and felt the
wetness seeping out of my pussy and greasing my thighs lightly. 
Shit, I hated when this happened, which was quite often due to the
fact that he was always arousing me or making me arouse myself or
that I was simply thinking about him.  Regardless, it always made
for an uncomfortable feeling for me because I could never be sure
if I was wet enough to cause a stain on my clothing (he never
allowed me to wear panties), or if it would start running down my
legs and others would notice.  I was wearing a new spring outfit. 
A beautiful coral skirt and jacket and I knew if I had to sit down
at all my juice would certainly leave an "impression".  I didn't
want to ruin the skirt, but more importantly, I didn't want to make
a spectacle of myself in the middle of this impressive, elegant
building.  I did as I usually do:  pray!

We walked away from the reception desk and toward the elevators. 
As we passed the bar, several of the businessmen seated there
turned to look in our direction.  I have to admit, although I'm not
usually willing to acknowledge when I look nice, the color of the
suit and my mood certainly made me feel beautiful, and I can only
assume that it radiated from me and was quite noticeable to others
as well.  The men smiled at me and shot him something of an
envious, "way to go, bud", kind of look and one even raised his
glass in my direction.  I smiled back at them, feeling terribly
flirtatious and sexy.  His grip around my waist tightened slightly
in a gentle hug.  "They all want to fuck you, you know," he
whispered to me.  "How does it feel to make five men you don't even
know and have not even spoken to want to rip your clothes off and
fill all of your wanton little holes?"

His words ripped through me electrically.  I felt a drop of juice
fall from my pussy lips and catch itself on my thigh before hitting
the floor.  It continued it's journey down my leg, certainly
visible with a trail of wetness on my stocking and I felt it's last
touch near my calf.  Oh, God, please don't let anyone be looking
too closely!  My pussy continued to flow as we walked.  I was
blushing, I know, and I couldn't even reply to his question from
embarrassment and lust.  I wished he would stop, lay me across that
bar, push my skirt up to my waist and fuck me hard and fast while
all of those men watched us.  This brief fantasy didn't help my
"faucet" problem any at all.  I was getting even wetter.  I finally
found my voice by the time we reached the elevators and said,
quietly, "I like knowing that other men want to fuck me, and that
they won't ever be able to because I belong to you.  I'm YOUR fuck-
toy, only you can fill my slave holes, MASTER."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my little slave."  he said
wickedly.  "As your MASTER, if I want all those men at the bar to
fuck you silly, I can order you to lie there and take them all in
your slutty body.  That would be a wonderful sight.  All those
cocks stuffing themselves into your tight holes......"  He drifted
off into fantasy for a moment, purposefully, allowing me to think
about what he had said.  Of course, he was right.  If he wanted to
order me to lie down on this tile floor and let every man in this
building fuck me, he could.  And I would obey him.  I liked the
idea of being that submissive, but I didn't want any other man
inside me except him. I prayed he would never exercise that right.

We had reached the elevators and he reached over to push the UP
button.  We waited patiently for one of the elevators to reach the
ground floor.  I loved being here with him, alone.  It was such an
extremely rare experience.  We were never alone for more than a few
hours at the most, and those times were few and far between.  Luck,
or sheer desperation of will on my part, had brought us to this
building on this semi-vacation.  He had business here, I assumed,
since he was in town for business, but I had simply managed to
escape my responsibilities for a few days and join him for the
sheer amusement.  I could hardly wait to get to the hotel and fuck
his brains out.  I hoped his business obligations weren't too
prevalent.  I just wanted to stay in bed with him the whole time
and do wild, decadent things.

The bell rang and the towering, gold-plated doors opened smoothly. 
About ten people exited and we entered, along with about twelve
others who had joined us to wait.  It hadn't registered what the
receptionist had told him when he asked for directions.  I wasn't
thinking about going all the way to the top of this horribly tall
building in this elevator.  As I looked at the button panel and saw
all of the floors' numbers, I suddenly realized that we were going
nearly to heaven!  I started to get a little nervous; I've always
been a little apprehensive in elevators.  Just as I was working up
a good anxiety attack, I turned to look at him and, to my horror,
saw for the first time that the back of the elevator was glass!  It
was located on the outside of the building, so as you rode, you
could look down over the city.  I hadn't noticed when we entered
because I was looking down, watching my step, and also because
there was a wall outside the window on the ground floor, so it
wasn't noticeable.  I grabbed his hand and whispered in his ear,
"The back of this elevator is glass!  I don't think I can stand
going all the way to the top in this. I'm scared to death!  Can't
we take a different elevator?  Please?"

He simply smiled at me and shook his head.  "No, dear, there isn't
another elevator.  Besides, it'll be good for you." I hated when he
said that, which was whenever he made me do something I especially
didn't want to do.


"No, you don't understand.  I'm scared of heights and I'm a little
claustrophobic, this is horrible.  Please, let me wait in the lobby
for you, I can't do this."

"Hush.  You'll be fine, just don't look down."

About half the people who had gotten on when we did had now exited
to their respective floors and there were only about five people,
including us, left in the elevator.  He put his arm around my waist
again and guided me backwards toward the glass panel.  I completely
resisted him, almost pulling away, not wanting to be any closer to
the glass than necessary.  "No, please, can't we stay up front?" I
pleaded.  He continued to pull me toward him and the glass, not
allowing my feeble attempts to deter him whatsoever.

A couple of the men in the elevator were looking at us.  One of
them was looking at my legs and flicking his eyes upward toward my
breasts.  Of course, my MASTER noticed this immediately and jumped
at the chance to use his power.  He leaned down and whispered very
quietly to me, "Do you see that man staring at your slave body?"

"Yes," I answered tightly, still terribly anxious and nervous.  I
wasn't up to playing this game right now.  His hand moved down to
my ass and slowly began inching my skirt up my thighs.  The man's
eyes darted in the direction of the movement of his hand, seeing
that it was on my ass.  Now, he could clearly see that he was
moving my skirt up to expose my body.  He blatantly stared as the
material moved farther and farther up until it fell back over his
hand which was resting comfortably on my bare cheek.  He squeezed
it hard, making me jump.  "Stop," I said, trying to gain my
composure.  In answer to my insubordinate command, he slapped my
ass hard enough to make a couple of the other people turn in our
direction and the man staring at us to shift his weight
uncomfortably to try to hide the obvious bulge in his pants.  I
stifled a small cry and blushed deeply, trying desperately to hide
my face somewhere.  Of course, that was impossible.

He looked down at me sternly and as my eyes pleaded with him, his
index finger moistened itself in my still damp crotch and forced
its way into my tight asshole.  My eyes must have been as big as
half-dollars!  I couldn't believe he was doing this to me!  I was
afraid I'd just die right there.  What if the man could tell what
he was doing?  It was bad enough that he knew he had slapped my ass
and was fondling it, but what if he could tell his finger was
slowly, insistently, probing my hole?  My MASTER was being
particularly cruel today for some reason.  He knows how hot it
makes me to have something in my asshole.  He also knows exactly
how and where to pump his finger to make me come almost
immediately.  He was going to show off this ability, I could just
tell.

The man was watching us intently and this damn elevator seemed to
be taking forever!  I hoped he wasn't going to the same floor we
were, that would be truly embarrassing.  Worse, what if he was the
person we were going to see?  These thoughts were quickly pushed
from my mind as I began to fight desperately from moaning and
crying as I felt the orgasm building inside me.  The doors opened
and closed several times more and the rest of the people left the
elevator.  It was just the man and us.  I glanced at the panel and
noticed that there was another button besides ours that was lit. 
Thank God!  At least he would be getting off before we do.  Only a
floor below us, however.  We still had about five more floors to
go.  

I hadn't been looking over my shoulder, so I had no idea how high
we actually were.  Had I looked then, I probably would have passed
out.  Instead, I concentrated on trying to get his finger out of my
ass or at least to quit fucking me.  He felt me trying to pull away
from him and moved with me, pinning me against the back of the
elevator and the side wall.  I couldn't move in any direction
except forward and that would be terribly obvious.  So, I was
stuck.  Literally, and in more ways than one.  The man stood
farther toward the front and now tried not to stare, as he was the
only other person left and it would be too obvious.  He kept
looking over his shoulder, however, as the smell from my hot pussy
and ass began to become apparent in the rather small space that we
occupied.

"It's getting rather warm in here, don't you think?" my MASTER
suddenly asked the man.  I thought I would die!  What was he doing
to me?  The man turned toward us and nodded politely, running his
eyes over my body and stopping to rest them on my MASTER's hand
moving obscenely beneath my skirt.  I lowered my eyes so that I
wouldn't have to look at him and see the expression on his face. 
I could sense my MASTER was smiling wickedly as he enjoyed his
little game.  I could've slapped him!  Of course, had I done that,
I probably would have found myself with more than a finger inside
my ass.  

His finger began pumping me harder and harder, building an intense
orgasm in me.  I kept glancing at the panel, willing the elevator
to reach the man's floor quicker.  I knew I was going to explode
any minute and I certainly didn't want to do it in front of an
audience.  There was no way for me to conceal it, I'm very vocal
when I come.  Damn, why does he do this stuff to me?  I hadn't been
bad at all today, except for the comment for him to stop pulling me
back toward the glass.  This punishment was cruel and unusual in my
opinion.

I started breathing harder and deeper, moving my hips slowly on his
intruding finger.  Oh, God, it felt so good!  I wished it was his
cock.  I grabbed the hand-rail on the wall to steady myself and
licked my lips nervously.  My change in breathing caught the man's
attention once more and he glanced back at us again.  "You know,
she really likes it in the ass," my MASTER said casually as the
elevator came to a stop.  His finger fucked me harder and faster
and hit exactly the right spot to send me over the edge.  I tried
valiantly to fight it and ignore his last remark.  The man turned
to get off the elevator as the door opened at his floor.  He turned
toward us as the doors started to close and my MASTER commanded me,
"Come, slut!"  The last image that man saw as the doors closed
quietly in front of him was of my MASTER's hand working fervently
under my skirt and my mouth open and gasping as I came.  My moans
and cries filled the elevator and, I'm sure, seeped out of the
doors into his ears as he watched the elevator move slowly up to
the next floor.

After I had regained a little of my strength and composure, and his
finger had removed itself from my asshole, I turned toward him and
glared.  "How could you do that to me?  That was absolutely
horrible!"

He smiled warmly at me and cocked his head to the side.  "Funny,
sounded like you were having a pretty good time to me," he said and
pulled his handkerchief from his pocket to clean my juices from his
fingers.  He laughed slowly and patted my ass as I tried to
readjust my skirt to a normal position.  My face was hot and my
pussy felt like liquid fire.  I needed to be fucked for real. 
Fucked hard and deep with a big cock.  HIS big cock.  "I think our
friend really enjoyed watching you get off," he added as the
elevator stopped on the top floor.  "Too bad he didn't get to see
anything really exciting.  I should have had you bend over and show
him your ass and pussy."

"No, I think you've done enough," I said.  I had to admit, damn it,
the experience had really excited me in spite of myself.  He knew
exactly how and when to get me so totally hot, I'd do anything. 
This was not only the most maddening thing about him, but also the
most intriguing and exciting thing.  It drove me crazy sometimes,
but excited me so much I could hardly stand it.  Therefore, no
matter how mad I got at him for doing these things, I never really
wanted him to stop.

The door opened and I gasped as I saw not a suite of offices, but
the open air and the city skyline.  We were on the roof!  His arm
wrapped around my waist and he led me from the elevator onto the
blacktop of the roof.  I was shaking.  I couldn't take being this
far up, I was starting to hyperventilate.  "No, no, I can't!" I
screamed at him pulling back toward the elevator.  

"Sshh.  It's ok. I'm not going to take you to the edge.  Just a few
steps.  It'll help you get over being scared of heights."

"No!  I really can't.  I'm going to have a heart attack!"  I
collapsed onto the pavement, sitting with my hands around my knees
and my head buried between my chest and knees.  I was never more
scared in my entire life.  Please, I just wanted to go back to the
hotel.  This was too much.

"Hey, honey, I'm sorry.  Are you ok?  I didn't mean to scare you
that much.  We don't have to move, ok?  I'll call the elevator back
up and we'll go back down."  He must have realized how upset I
really was.  He kneeled beside me and put his arms around my
shoulders, kissing my neck and hair.  He stroked my back and then
moved his hands to my breasts.  I started to yell at him, but his
fingers played with my nipples and reached inside my low-cut jacket
to pinch them gently.  I forgot that I was scared and angry and let
the warm arousal flow through my body.  This was his tactic to get
me to forget where I was until the elevator got there, and it was
working beautifully.  He leaned forward and kissed my mouth hotly. 
His tongue worked down my throat and fucked at it gently.  I loved
the way he kissed!  He could get me wet just by kissing me.  I
reached between his legs and felt his cock.  It was big and hard
and straining against his pants.  I thought briefly about pulling
it out and sucking him off, but then I heard the ding of the
elevator button.  That was quick, thank God!  I don't think I
could've stayed up there much longer.

The doors opened and the empty elevator welcomed us inside.  I
jumped into it like it was a warm bed or something and he follow
behind me.  The doors closed and we began our descent to the
ground.  I thought I would be ready to kiss the ground once we
reached it!  I leaned heavily against the wall of the elevator,
trying to get my breathing to return to normal.  Then it occurred
to me.  Why had we even come here?  He didn't really have business
here, he just brought me here to embarrass me and play around.  I
looked at him. His eyes were focused at the back of the elevator,
staring out the glass over the city.  "You didn't even have
business here, did you?  This was all a big plan of yours, wasn't
it?"  I said, a little hurt and a little angry.

His eyes met mine.  He smiled gently at me and replied, "No,
sweetie.  I do have business here, but not today.  Tomorrow.  I'm
meeting someone in one of the offices here for a business lunch and
I wanted to make sure where I was going beforehand.  I thought I'd
bring you along and have some fun at the same time.  I really
didn't plan to finger you in front of that man, it just happened. 
What I really planned to do was this...."  His hand reached over
and pushed the STOP button on the elevator and the whole car came
to a halt.  We were half-way down the building and the city
stretched out before us in the sun.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"Giving you what you want.  What you need."  He moved toward me and
pulled me to him roughly and kissed me hard.  His hands moved over
my back and down my ass and up under my skirt.  He was moving fast
and rough, nearly ripping my clothes from my body.  He pushed me
against the wall and knelt in front of me, pushing my skirt up to
my waist and taking my hands and putting them on top of it to hold
it up for him.  His face went between my legs and I felt his tongue
begin to tickle my clit.  I moaned and spread my legs farther for
him.  He gripped my ass in his hands and pulled my pussy toward his
face, fucking my cunt with his tongue.  I gasped and humped his
face as he ate me hungrily.  I loved this!  This was terribly
exciting!  As I turned my head to the side, my gaze fell on the
city-scape before us.  I suddenly realized that we were visible to
virtually the whole world.  Anyone who wanted to look up or who
looked out one of the other office building windows would have a
perfect view of us satisfying our carnal desires here in the
elevator.  I also thought that someone might think that there was
something wrong with the elevator and come to "rescue" us.  The
thought of being discovered was even more exciting to me.

He must have been thinking the same thing. His tongue worked
furiously against my clit and soon I was coming hard and strong. 
My juices covered his mustache and beard as his mouth reached up to
mine and he shared my taste with me.  I grabbed at his cock through
his pants and felt it jump at my touch.  "I'm going to fuck you,"
he said in my ear as he humped at my crotch through our clothes. 
"I'm going to fuck you hard and deep and fast right here in this
elevator where anyone who wants to look can see us."

I almost came right then.  Just the thought of it was making me
drip onto the carpet.  I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth back
to mine and lifted my leg to wrap it around his thigh.  He reached
between us and undid his belt and unzipped his fly.  He pulled his
pants down and then his underwear, exposing his fully erect cock. 
It was big and hard and wet at the tip where his pre-cum was oozing
out.  I reached out with my finger and dabbed at it, gathering his
wetness onto my finger.  I put my finger to my lips and ran it
slowly over them, coating them with his juice.  "God, that's sexy,"
he said as he watched me.  I licked them off slowly, tasting his
sweetness mix with the taste of my own sex that lingered in my
mouth.

He pulled me up to his body and unzipped my skirt and let it fall
to the floor.  I stepped out of it and he turned me toward the
glass panel, bending me at the waist.  My hands rested on the glass
itself as he spread my legs wider and positioned himself between
them.  I felt the head of his cock brush my wet pussy and then the
sudden heat of his penetration as he thrust himself into me.  "Oh,
God!" I gasped.  "Yes, please, fuck me!"  He did just that.  His
hips worked faster and faster as he fucked me deep and hard, his
balls slapping against my pussy and my ass cheeks bouncing against
his hips.  He grabbed my waist and pounded into me over and over
until I thought I would explode.  

I opened my eyes and found myself staring out over the city.  It
was somewhat surreal as I felt as if the sky were simply holding me
in place with my hands against the smooth, clear glass.  I was
touching the air, while he was banging me to orgasm.  It was an
incredible experience and I totally forgot to be scared as the
excitement and passion grew steadily inside me.  "Look, babe, we
are fucking for the world.  Look at the building to your left,
there's a guy sitting in his office watching you get fucked in this
elevator," he said breathlessly.  I looked to my left and, sure
enough, there was a man in an office staring out the window in our
direction.  I couldn't be sure he was looking at us, but I couldn't
figure out what else could've captured his attention so completely. 
He continued to stare and we continued to fuck, our gasps and moans
and scents filling the elevator with sexual heat.

He was getting close, I could tell, I could feel him swelling
inside me.  One of his hands reached for my tit and the other
stayed on my waist, guiding me back against his thrusting hips. 
"Wave at him," he whispered to me.  I raised one of my hands and
looked directly at the man, smiled and waved pleasantly.  "Good
girl," he said and his hand moved from my tit down my back and to
the crack of my ass.  He reached under me and fingered my clit
quickly and moved his finger up my slit, wetting it.  He moved his
finger to the opening of my asshole and held it there.  I didn't
know if he was going to put it in or not.  If he did, I'd explode,
if he didn't I'd explode from wanting him to.  Either way, I was
going to come like I'd never come before.

"Now, my little slave......come for him!"  he commanded as he
rammed his finger up my ass and fucked my pussy deeper.  I screamed
louder than I intended and hoped no one had heard me.  I pushed
against the glass with my hands and back against him with my hips. 
I felt my pussy tighten around his cock which swelled inside me,
ready to burst itself.  I scratched at the glass as the orgasm
swept over me like a forty-foot wave.  I bucked against him and
squeezed him with my cunt and I felt him grab my waist and pull me
closer as he came hard inside me.  He continued to thrust deeper
and deeper with each groan of his climax until his cock was empty
and my pussy was full.  I opened my eyes briefly and glanced toward
the other building.  I could swear the man was smiling.

He pulled out of me and dug his handkerchief out of his pocket once
again to clean off his cock.  He handed it to me to attempt to
clean myself up as well, but it didn't do much good.  I was
dripping steadily with my own juices and his.  Well, the dry-
cleaner will certainly have a job with this skirt, I thought.  He
pulled up his underwear and pants and wiped his brow with his hand. 
"Damn, that was incredible!" he said as he pushed the STOP button
in again and the elevator began to move.  Shit, couldn't he at
least wait until I was dressed?  I grabbed my skirt and slapped at
his ass with my hand and he leaned back against the wall and
watched me struggle to clothe myself before the elevator stopped at
the next floor.  I zipped up my skirt quickly and adjusted it so
that all the seams were going the right way, just as the doors
opened and four people got on. They looked at us suspiciously.  I
assumed that the smell of sex was really strong in there, not to
mention the fact that we were both sweating and I was completely
disheveled. 

I continued to try to fix my hair and outfit as the elevator
continued it's slow descent.  We moved to the back and the doors
opened and closed several more times before we reached the ground
floor.  By the time they opened on the lobby, I thought I looked
somewhat respectable.  The elevator emptied it's passengers and
they all scattered in different directions, some of them looking
back at us with looks of interest, disgust, amusement, chiding and
indifference.  Fuck 'em, I thought.  It was worth it!

We exited the elevator ourselves and walked toward the front
entrance, his arm once again around my waist.  As we passed the
bar, he placed his hand on my ass cheek and patted it gently for
the benefit of the few men sitting there.  I didn't look to see if
they noticed.  We walked past the information desk and he smiled at
the receptionist, who smiled back, almost knowingly.  I smiled at
her, too, for some reason.  He guided me through the door and out
onto the sidewalk.  The air was warm and the breeze lifted my skirt
slightly, making aware, once again, of the wetness between my legs.

We walked to the curb and he hailed a cab.  We got in and he gave
the driver the address of the hotel.  He nodded and pulled into
traffic.  I leaned back against the seat and put my hand on his
thigh.  I leaned over to kiss him and as I did, his hand slid up my
thigh, taking my skirt with it.  He pulled it up to the tops of my
stockings and lifted me slightly to pull it out from under me.  My
bare ass and wet thighs were on the slick vinyl and I knew the
driver would have to wipe the seat off by the time we reached the
hotel.  This was going to be a long ride.......



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