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"LAID ALOFT"

By

David Shaw <shaw_david@hotmail.com>

(DISCLAIMER - THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS ONLY)
------------------------------------------------------------------------
	
	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 genuinely believed 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 his skill in 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 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 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 awkward 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 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 de-railed 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 that happening. 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 box."

	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, the proud standing
erection seemingly swollen out of all proportion even for his well
built 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.

	Finally	 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 peanuts 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
incandenscence 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...." 

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