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Laid Aloft (MMF, work, nc)
by David Shaw <shaw_david@hotmail.com>
*************
I suppose I should feel rather guilty about what happened, but I
don't. After all, I didn't set out to do anything wrong, only
something rather unusual, and even that was a spur of the moment
decision.
It all started when I came back to work from lunch. When I entered the
elevator two young men came into it with me. What was odd was that
they were wearing hard hats and tool belts, which is not a common
sight in a building with forty floors of offices. I hadn't noticed any
renovation work being carried out so I asked them what they were
doing.
One of them, a slim dark complexioned guy in his twenties, said they
were installing a new microwave dish on top of the communications
tower on the roof of the building. I commented that they were probably
working in the best place on such a day, because it was very hot and
there was hardly any breeze. The one I'd spoken with first agreed and
said it was stifling down in the streets but great where they were,
cool and high above all the pollution. His name was Tony - or at least
that was what was printed on his helmet.
The other guy had 'MARCO' lettered on his hard hat, and he was blue
eyed and stocky, with muscular arms and shoulders like a weight
lifter. He made a light hearted suggestion that I should come up to
the top of the tower with them and see a view of the city that I'd
probably never get a chance to see again.
Just then the elevator stopped at my floor and I replied that it might
be fun but I had to get back to work. Tony glanced down at my ID
badge, kind of sneered, then said: "No way, Marco, Ms (deleted by
author) has to go and type up all the letters for her boss, or she'll
be in big trouble."
I assumed he didn't know that the purple edge around my badge meant
that I was a department manager. Of course he did know, and he was
using the knowledge to needle me even more than I realised. At the
time though I thought he really believed that I was just a middle
aged, middle grade secretary at everybody's beck and call - and that
assumption angered me. So I pushed the button to close the doors again
without getting out.
"I don't type letters for anybody and all the men who work for me are
well enough trained to get by on their own - for a while, anyway. I'll
come up and take in the views for a few minutes."
Tony and Marco grinned at me and stepped aside deferentially when the
elevator reached the top floor. Marco then led the way up two flights
of an iron staircase to a door that he unlocked and opened.
"This is as high as the building goes - the rest of the way is up the
tower," he told me as if it were some kind of a challenge.
As soon as I stepped through the door I knew I'd made a mistake. I've
never been very fond of heights and I even hate looking out of my
office window just halfway up the office block. Now we were so far
above the city skyline that I felt a genuine twinge of vertigo.
But what was far worse was the communication tower itself. As high as
we were already, it seemed to rear up into the sky above us like the
Eiffel Tower. Even more disturbing to me was that the thin aluminium
cladding around it seemed to be shifting and creaking even in the
light wind which was blowing.
I couldn't believe my legs were actually carrying me towards it, even
with Tony's arm pressing lightly around my back to coax me on. Marco
had already relocked the staircase door though and I would have felt
very foolish asking him to open it again for me to rush back
downstairs, especially after my boasts about my executive status.
That was why I was there at all, not because I really wanted to see
the views, but because I'd been talked down to as a female nonentity.
Being patronised by arrogant males always makes me bristle up and
determined to prove them wrong. A pair of young chauvinists had
challenged me and I'd responded. It never crossed my mind that such
good looking studs could have any serious intention of making a pass
at an older woman like myself. Maybe I should have remembered that
Nicholas Chauvin got his name in the dictionaries for adoring Napoleon
and especially his skill in making quick and easy conquests.
"You'll love this, you'll be the queen of the town today," Marco
encouraged me as he went past and entered the tower first, with Tony
still following me. Innocent as I still was, I was soon to find out
why I was positioned in the middle.
Inside was a very narrow and steep staircase which spiralled around
the inside of the tower, with steel mesh on the inner side of the
stairwell to stop anybody from falling off the steps. It seemed a
pretty insubstantial protection to me though, especially when I looked
upwards and saw the huge hole that was the center of the tower.
"We have to keep this clear so we can hoist up the communication
dishes," Tony explained. "Some of them are twelve feet across. It's an
easy climb up though."
It certainly didn't seem too easy to me. I was puzzled by circular
bands of light inside the tower, three or four of them and each one
about a dozen steps up from the next. It looked as if there were large
gaps all around the tower, each one at least big enough to put my head
through. I asked Tony about them and he said the gaps were to relieve
the wind pressure against the tower when gales were blowing.
Well, there certainly wasn't any gale just then but even so I was very
uneasy about the situation. I did manage the first two spirals of
steps though, hard work as it was. I'd never climbed anything like
them before except in Warwick Castle in England. The guide had
explained that the steps there were designed to be difficult, so that
a right handed swordsman could hold the staircase against a mass of
enemies - they could only come up one at a time, each attacker
clambering up the steep steps and only able to fight with his sword in
his left hand.
I was no hero though, and when I looked out through the first gap I
really thought I might faint. Even the roof of the building below us
seemed a long way down, but past that were stomach churning drops into
concrete canyons with autos scurrying around at the bottom of them
like multi-colored ants. One thing was for sure, there was no way I
was going on up to the top. Just this once I'd let the men have an
easy victory.
Tony asked me what I was doing and I told him I couldn't go on, so
we'd have to go back down. But he refused, he said it was too
dangerous to turn around on the steps. Then he put both of his hands
on my bottom and rubbed them over me.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I demanded.
"Just trying to persuade you to keep moving, lady. What's your first
name, anyway?"
"It's (deleted by author), and please stop doing that."
"Sure, as soon as you start climbing again."
I wasn't going to do any more climbing. All of a sudden the situation
had totally changed because it was obvious now what Tony had in mind.
He was also wasting his time because I'm a married woman. Which isn't
to say that if I'm away on my own on a business trip and I should meet
an attractive man who wants to wine and dine me, then his efforts are
necessarily doomed to failure. But on a windy, swaying staircase with
two guys in the middle of a working day? Forget it.
It was an effort, but I managed to turn around in the tight space.
Then I found out that I'd only made things worse, because now I was
teetering on the narrow step on my elevated heels. I had to press the
palms of my hands hard against the side of the tower and the steel
mesh to stop from toppling forward. At the same time Tony went down a
few steps and I thought he was backing down. Until he stopped with his
head below my waist, reached up and began tickling the backs of my
knees.
It was a ridiculous situation. The entrance door at the bottom of the
steps was only a short walk down, yet there was no way I could get
past Tony. I couldn't even move my hands without risking falling over,
and that was very likely to happen, because I've always been noisely
susceptible to being tickled. In a few seconds Tony had gotten me into
a state where I was writhing around uncontrollably, cursing him with
one breath and begging him to stop with the next.
For a while he only smiled, looking even younger than before. Then his
face turned more serious and instead of tickling behind my knees he
started gently kneading the soft flesh there. Little electric shocks
started going up my spine, just as Marco bent over from behind me and
started rubbing my earlobes with his finger tips.
"Come on, guys, I can't stay here all day playing games with you two,"
I protested. "You've had your joke, now please let me get back down
again. I've got to get back to work."
Tony's response was to slide his hands higher, lifting the hem of my
skirt on his wrists: "I've got no problem at all with the way things
are right now."
"I've got to get back to work," I repeated.
"OK," Marcus said. "But it's those shoes that are the problem. They
make it dangerous for you. Take them off, Tony."
Tony did just that - partially. He went down another two steps, lifted
up my right foot and removed my shoe. Afterwards he knelt down again
on the steps, though lower down again, and started nibbling on my toes
through my pantie hose and running his fingers underneath the sole of
my foot. And, being totally off balance by now, there was was nothing
at all I could do when Marcos slid his hands over my shoulders until
they were resting just above my cups.
"You know something, lady, I'd love to play around with your jugs,
just for luck. How about it?" I could feel his breath fluttering
against the short hairs on the nape of my neck and goosebumps rising
all over my back.
"No way! Let me go now or you'll be in real trouble."
"Tickle her again, Tony."
Tony did, underneath my foot, which is by far and away my most
sensitive area for that kind of stimulation. I shrieked in despair and
the only reason I didn't fall off the step was because a pair of hands
that felt like power tools had a deathlock grip on my nipples. What
the guys were doing to me between them was producing a mixture of
sensations which was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. When
they finally let go of me I was twitching around and gasping like a
stranded fish.
Being honest, I have to admit I was also starting to have some pretty
exciting ideas of my own, although at least I tried to pretend
otherwise: "Stop it.... stop it!"
I might have protested more if I'd had the breath to spare - maybe.
Marco's response was to stroke my breasts, his fingers widely
outstretched this time: "Come on, Rapunsel, let down your hair for
once. We've got a real private place at the top of the tower and we've
got all afternoon. And I guess nobody downstairs will mind not having
the boss in the office for a while."
Although still wildly off balance because of my missing shoe I tried
to twist myself out from between Marco's arms. All I succeeded in
doing though was in partially dislodging my spectacles. Marco
certainly never missed a beat in his groping and I knew that Tony must
be feeling the trembling in my legs.
"Tony, mind her glasses," Marco said and Tony stepped up higher and
put the frame back squarely on my face. Then he looked down and leered
as Marco moved his palms underneath my breasts and hefted them up and
down.
"Hey!" I protested again, and apparently as futilely as before.
Never in my life had I been in a situation where somebody else could
watch something like this being done to me. My face was burning with
embarrassment, compounded twice over as Tony took his turn at fondling
me. "Nice pair of udders, Ms boss lady," he told me,leaning forward
and looking closely into my face. "I bet they keep bouncing off the
floors when you get done doggy style."
"You can't think you'll get away with this," I warned them. "You've
got to let me go or face the consequences."
"Listen, honey," Marco said. "There was another lady in the same place
you're in now, just a day or two ago. Now what we said to her was that
we wouldn't do anything to her but play a little joke. We'd just take
off her blouse and throw it out this gust gap and see if it landed on
the roof on not."
Tony took his hands from my boobs and carefully undid the top button
of my shirt. "See, the thing is that we explained to her that if the
blouse didn't land on the roof then it must fall down into the
streets. Imagine if somebody saw the company logo on your ID tag, we
said, and brought it into the building. Imagine them telling the
receptionist how your shirt had just dropped out of the sky onto the
sidewalk. I bet that would get some office gossip going, wouldn't it?"
The shock must have shown in my face. Gossip! The stories would never
end. If that happened with my ID I'd be nothing more than a joke in
the company. Who would ever believe that I'd gone up into this tower
with two young guys actually thinking I was only going to look at the
city views? No matter what I said, no matter what happened to this
pair of lunatics, my career would be as thoroughly derailed as a piled
up freight train.
"I don't know if you're thinking what she did," Marco said softly into
my ear. "What I do know was that there and then this other lady
offered us a deal. If we didn't drop her ID down into the street, then
she'd be very happy to go down on both of us."
Tony sniggered: "Being the real gentleman we are we asked her what she
meant by that and she said she would get down on her knees and suck on
our cocks. She said that if there was anything else we wanted her to
do all we had to do was to give the orders."
His hands were inside my opened shirt, joing Marco's again as they
roamed over me. "The odd thing was that she was telling the truth. She
was a boss lady like you and yet it turned out she really got off on
being treated like a slave woman, just for a while anyway. We took her
up to the top of the tower and fucked her every way but loose, and I
swear to God we had seagulls coming in from all directions to see what
was making all the noise."
"Two cocks were nowhere near enough for that woman, once we'd gotten
her warmed up," Tony chortled. "Not much point in being a slave unless
you know who your masters are, and she surely got taught that lesson
right from the start. The question is now, Ms boss-lady, would you
like to consider making an offer like that? Or do you want your shirt
to take the long drop?"
It only took me a second to decide that this pair of lunatics could do
whatever they liked ten times over before I'd take the slightest risk
of having my ID drop in the street. What was more, I was reaching a
stage of mind where I could understand exactly what the other woman
had felt like. I had no doubt all that there indeed had been another
woman. Marco and Tony's gloating male self satisfaction seemed far too
obvious to be any kind of an act.
"Alright, you guys," I said with my mouth suddenly drying. "My name's
Rapunsel and we're all going up the tower."
The breeze gusted, moaning softly through the gap, fluttering
the edges of my loosely hanging shirt and feeling cool against my hot
skin. Tony plucked the hem of the shirt up out of my skirt and took my
breasts fully in his hands again, ruffling up folds of my slip over
the stiff cups.
"You're a married woman, Rapunsel. What are you going to be thinking
about when you're on your knees cocksucking on a double date?"
"I suppose that I'll be thinking that with a bit of luck I might get a
good dicking after all that sucking..."
Tony grinned mischievously, like a little boy who's finally got the
lid off the cookie jar.
"Lift your arms up," he muttered huskily. "I'll make sure you don't
fall over."
Like Marco before him, the way he was holding onto me was a sure
guarantee of that. Somehow I was astonished but not a bit surprised
when I felt my hardened nipples rubbing against the cups as they were
manhandled again. I did as he wanted and lifted up my arms, allowing
Marco to ruck the shirt up over my wrists like a raised flag of
surrender.
"Come on, let's get her moving on up," Marco urged. "Take off her
other shoe." He held my shoulders to keep me steady while Tony bobbed
down to obey him.
"God almighty," I heard myself saying, "Are you guys a tight team or
what?"
Marco chuckled: "We've had a lot of practice. Turn around."
I twisted around unsteadily and Tony immediately put both of his hands
on my bottom again. Marco bent lower and gave one of my earrings a
tiny tug.
"See this?" He was holding up my shirt with the ID badge directly in
front of my eyes. "It used to mean you were a boss but now it means
you're a fucking slave woman - otherwise I'll toss out at the next
gust gap. You understand that or do I have to say it again?"
"Yes, I understand." It was the only thing I could say.
"Say 'Yes, master', you dumb bitch!" Marco demanded.
What difference did it make now? "Yes, master," I answered obediently.
Somewhere at the back of my mind was a piece of Shakespeare: 'Who
cannot be crushed by a plot?'
This was certainly the cleverest plot I'd ever been caught up in and
just as certainly it had crushed all my scruples. For as long as it
took I was going to have to grant them every wish they wanted me to.
It was also about then that I realised that I would have been
disappointed if the guys had suddenly relented and let me go. Instead
I willingly followed Marco up the steps, feeling the hard metal
through my soles, the aches in my calf muscles and Tony's hand still
resting firmly on my butt as he almost pushed me upwards.
At the next gap Marco stopped at the light and turned around. "Step up
here, Rapunsel, and open my zip."
The step I stopped at put my face close to his half opened
windbreaker. Looking down I could see the hump in the denim of his
jeans where his cock strained to break free of the tightly stretched
material. Even as I tried to get a grip on the zip tab I felt Tony
unhooking the waistband on my pleated office skirt. Loosened, the
skirt fell under its own weight around my ankles.
"Looking good back here," Tony called out. "Big tits, good legs and an
ass like a pack mule."
It was tricky easing the zip down because Marco's thick shaft was
pressed against it as if it were standing to attention. Not only that,
a great mass of black pubic hairs seemed to want to get trapped in the
zipper as well. I wondered why he wasn't wearing any shorts, then
decided that was a very stupid question. By then even I had worked out
that it was no accident that these two had gotten in the lift with a
woman on her own. I wondered if I was just the first one available or
if they'd selected me for some reason as a suitable target.
The thick roll of flesh popped out, a sausage with attitude. I took it
in my hands and gave it a welcoming squeeze. I thought it was much the
biggest one I'd ever touched, though it behaved the same as the
others, standing up and demanding all the attention it could get.
Tony wriggled the hem of my slip up over my waist and pulled it over
my head. And then he left it there with the tangled silk pulled
tightly over my face like a mask. Behind the thin material I was glad
to have some covering from Marco's eyes when I heard Tony giggling. I
supposed that it was the sight of my bodymould girdle he was finding
so funny.
"Oh boy! Keep her like that for a minute, Marco."
"Sure thing."
"Hey, Rapunsel," Tony said loudly, "Have you ever had your panties
pulled down in front of an audience before?"
I knew I had to answer: "No!" I gasped. "I mean no, Master!"
He laughed: "Couldn't quite hear you there, Rapunsel."
"She said yes, Tony. She must have been a college girl and all college
girls end up in the showers with the football team sooner or later.
She'd just love to show us everything she's got."
I felt my panties being tugged from underneath the girdle until they
were trapped inside my stocking suspenders. It was a sensation that
made me gasp and quiver, then squeal as fingertips like hot falling
snow ran lightly around the bared tops of my legs. Then I really
squawked as they tap danced down into the front of my panties. My
defences were well and truely lowered, a fact which Tony soon proved
to all of us, because the more I gasped and called out inside the
folds of the slip, the more thoroughly his fingers explored their
newly won territory. Marco held my hand against his swollen erection
as I kept stroking the foreskin back and forth.
"What do you know, I guess she must be ticklish just about all over,"
he said.
"A lot of underbrush down here, Marc. Needs a good shave, I guess."
"Well what it's going to get is a good ploughing. You reckon she's
ready for planting yet?"
Tony chuckled: "Hey, man, she's as wet and slippery as Mississippi mud
down here already. You can slide it in anytime you like and not even
touch the sides."
"Yeah. I guess that's why the fat slut is playing with my dick. You
all hot and slippery for us, Rapunsel, all ready for some heavy duty
fucking?"
God, it was so embarrassing that they knew I was on heat for them like
a bitch in season.
"Hey, slave woman, I'm asking you a question!"
I knew I was being asked a question. What I was trying to do was to
get some of the wet silk out of my mouth, unaware until then that I'd
been biting on it.
"Yes! Yes!", I finally managed to shout out. "Yes, master, I need
fucking!"
Marco grunted in satisfaction: "Yeah? Well you ain't seen nothing yet.
What we're going to do to you now is going to have steam coming out of
your snatch."
Marco then said something I didn't catch. Tony moved up close behind
me and took over the grip on my arms, still holding them above my
head. Marco jerked the velcro straps at the front of my girdle,
opening it as wide as it would go. My breasts started to spill out, a
process which Marco quickly helped along, scooping each of them from
its sheltering cup with a flick of his powerful hands like a bear
throwing fish out of a river.
I've always been big chested, and I've always got a real kick out of
seeing a man getting excited by my boobs. But this was an
indescribable sensation, to have the wind blowing over my tightly
puckered nipples as a complete stranger rolled them between his
fingers, with another guy watching it all happening from over my
shoulder. And me in the middle, my panties down around my thighs,
still blindfolded by the slip! Now there was another damp patch in it,
where I was moaning through the silk louder than the wind itself.
Tony lowered his hands and put them around me, holding onto my boobs
as well while I saw Marco's shadow stoop lower as he squatted down on
the steps. Then there were four wandering and squeezing hands and an
exploring mouth as well as Marco sucked, licked and lightly bit on my
nipples. I twisted around and bellowed like a cow needing milking,
somehow tugging the slip from my head. Tony's tongue went straight
into my ear and I knew Marco was absolutely right about the effect all
this was having on me. It was an experience so far above any ordinary
sex that it was like being on another planet.
My arms fell down, drooped down over Marco's helmet. I couldn't help
grunting with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Tony whispered hoarsely.
"I was... ooooh, God.....I wondering if I was safe up here without a
hard hat."
They actually stopped what they were doing for a moment whilst they
burst out laughing.
"We'll give you a couple of hard hats soon enough, Rapunsel," Tony
rasped. "But we'll put some protection on both of them for you."
"Both! Jesus, I don't care anymore, I just want a thorough fucking by
the numbers!"
Well, so much for my cool executive and lady like business image.
Marco put his hand between my legs and played with my clit: "Hey, you
ever been in a threesome before, Rapunsel?"
"No...never."
"OK, we're going on up to the top, and when we get there you are going
to tell us the real truth about your sex life. Otherwise, we'll throw
every stitch you've got over the side."
Again the steps were hard on my feet, though I hardly noticed it by
now. I was dizzy, my head was pounding, my panty waist band tugged
around the top of my legs at every movement, making me feel
ridiculous, and I was staring at Marco's tight ass in front of me with
a lust that I couldn't believe I was capable of. As for doing it with
two guys at once, I would have jumped on two dead men by then as long
as their pricks were stiff. But what was it that Marco wanted me to
say? Some kind of a story to make them more horny, or just for me to
admit that I'd behaved like a slut in the past, so they could screw me
with a clear conscience?
Past the next gap and then I was struggling on towards the top of the
staircase. Marco had almost run ahead of me, right up to the final
step. When I got there he was standing on it and looking back down
towards me. What really caught my attention though was that he was now
bare-chested, wearing only his jeans and boots. His windbreaker and
shirt were lying on top of his tool belt a few steps further down. As
I got closer he dropped his jeans, displaying a proud standing
erection that seemed swollen out of all proportion even to his strong
body. He looked like a young Greek god waiting to be worshipped and it
was clear who was cast for the role of worshipper.
So I knelt down on the belts and clothes in front of the lovely bully
and put my hands on his cock, stroking it with the respect it
deserved. Behind me Tony tugged at my panties and I felt the elastic
go slack. I looked back to see him putting a small knife back in his
tool belt, and then his hand went back underneath me again, sending
shudders of anticipation through my loins as he fingered my cunt.
"Not bad, Rapunsel," Marco said, hoarse-voiced. "Sure you've never
been a slave woman before?"
"Yes - once. When I was in Florida, on a business trip I had an
argument with a waiter in the hotel restaurant. Next morning my
document case went missing in the lobby while I was making a phone
call. When I got back to my room there was one of the missing papers
pushed under the door with a note telling me if I wanted the rest of
them I had to go to a linen store room on another floor and go
inside."
I leaned forward and licked around the edge of his head, then put it
completely inside my mouth. Marco growled deep in his throat, then
said: "Wait."
He gave me a condom which was already in his hand, the packet torn
open. "Put it on me, and keep talking."
I did as he told me, easing it over the tip of his cock and then
slowly unrolling it down the twitching shaft. "There wasn't anybody
around that I could see but the door was unlocked. There were shelves
of sheets and blankets. The light didn't work but I could see
something glowing behind the shelves at the back of the storeroom. I
went to it, and the light was coming from a torch tied up inside a red
pillow slip, so I could hardly see anything and it was down at waist
level on a shelf. There was another note pinned underneath it, saying
I had to get down on my knees on the floor and wait without touching
anything. There was a pile of blankets already on the floor, next to
the torch. Finally the door opened and somebody came in, more than one
person, I could hear that. They locked the door and then I heard a
shoe fall on the floor and realised they were stripping off. Then I
saw their legs in the glow from the torch. Three guys, young guys. I
never did see their faces and they never said anything, but they got
around me so I could see their cocks in the light. One of them was
carrying my case, so I gave him a blow job first and then the others.
Just like this..."
Holding his cock steady with my fingers around the base and cupped
underneath his balls I deep throated him as far as I could, until I
was snorting through my nose as he held my hair and face fucked me.
The Florida story had seemed like a good one when I'd heard it from a
friend, although I'd never been sure whether it was true or not.
Anyway it had turned me on and now it seemed to be doing the same to
Marco and Tony. I just wished they'd hurry up and start fucking me.
Finall they both pulled and pushed me to my feet, and then Marco led
me by the hand into a sort of work chamber, with lots of blue painted
boxes on the wall like fuse boxes and stuff. But the only thing I was
looking at was a dish hanging the middle of the room, about six or
seven feet wide, suspended by four wide straps that ran under the dish
and up to a hoisting device in the roof. Wildly,I wondered if they
intended using it for me somehow, and then I saw that the dish was
full up to the brim with styrofoam packing and I knew what to expect.
There were no words, no time to even think of asking questions. They
sat me on the edge of the disk, supported my weight as it swayed like
a hammock, rolled me over onto my back, and then each grabbed one of
my legs, lifted them up high in the air and pushed my calves behind
two of the straps so I was hanging there in front of them and
spreadeagled wide open.
That was it, no more preparation, no more talk, except for Tony
calling out:"Play ball!"
Marco took me first, looking down between my splayed out legs as he
carefully inserted his cock into my cunt. It was the most wonderful
feeling I could imagine, until he thrust the rest of it home with one
powerful shove which was like all the best pleasures in life all
squeezed down into one second. There was no slow start, no build up,
it was like being fucked by some kind of mechanical dildo driven by a
runaway engine. As far as I was concerned, right then and there, Marco
was the most wonderful thing in the world and I'd do anything at all
for him, just as long as he'd keep me impaled on his huge cock.
He put his hands on my hips and began swinging the dish to match his
own savage lunges into my cunt. All I could do was to scream and moan
and try to blow away the scraps of styrofoam sticking to my face and
lips. I began coming, never even suspecting until then how much
pleasure a woman's body can be cajoled into producing under the right
circumstances. It was like being Barbarella, sentenced to death in the
pleasure machine.
"You fucking smart assed office boss bitch, I'm going to take you down
to your office and fuck you on your own desk with everybody watching!"
Marco raged at me. "You're gonna beg for it because you do what we
tell you now! And when we've finished we'll let all the other guys in
the office fuck the boss lady as well!"
The image of that in my mind send me into a frenzied orgasm that must
have matched Marco's because I heard him give a great gasp of pleasure
and triumph. While I was still half concious my legs were loosened and
I was being rolled over on my side. A hand grabbed my right ankle and
lifted it up at an impossibly high angle in the air, as if I was some
kind of a ballet dancer. I screeched and another cock slammed straight
into me at an angle which really was screwing me. Tony was astride my
left leg, still holding my right leg way up in the air over his
shoulder as he split me, with his cock slipping in and out of me with
squelching noises like an old fashioned hand pump sucking up water. I
wondered how I was going to explain being as bandy legged as a cowboy
when I got home.
"Hey, Rapunsel, you may be an old fuck but you're a pretty good one,"
Tony gloated. "I told Marco you were a sure thing first off. Just like
the two other women we've flying fucked on this dish while we've been
working here." He began slamming into me even harder.
"Look to the left, Rapunsel. Look left!" Since my head was half buried
in the peanuts I could only look with one eye, into the glare of a
flash bulb, then at Marco grinning at me before he aimed the camera
again.
Tony was loving his triumph:"We'll have a party when we finish up
here. Lots of our friends, and you three office sluts as well, so you
can get introduced and show each other your naughty pictures."
The camera flash smeared across my face again.
"Then we'll draw lots and see which of you gets taken out into the
middle of the party first for a public fucking...."