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(MMF, nc, asian) *** Saturday night at Tritecca Corporation headquarters was about what you'd expect. HQ was a low slung set of new office buildings just a few miles from Microsoft's campus. Mark had indulgently slept in that day, badging in around noon. Sales people were crazy at this time of the quarter, and he was rewarded well for being at their beck and call. Naturally, this meant having no life. At least, not this weekend. He had missed his usual masters swimming workouts for a week now, and was feeling flabbier by the day. At home, Mark's gorgeous wife was watching the two kids. They had a birthday party that afternoon and wouldn't much miss him even if he came home long after their bed times (which was sure to be the case with the last minute deal that was brewing in Australia.) At thirty-five, Mark had achieved a lot for a man of any age. For his entire career he had been continuously promoted into positions of increasing responsibility. He was considered level-headed and fair. At home, his marriage was happy and stable. He had married his college girlfriend at twenty-five, and the two of them were now raising a beautiful boy and girl, five and three respectively. It was astounding how many birthday parties arose when you had children this age. True, he felt his eyes wander from time to time, but what man was immune to those impulses? On the marital bed, there was still plenty of satisfying action, if entirely unimaginative now. Mark was a man with much to lose. Men in this position can feel trapped, but Mark didn't feel that way. He was investing in the future: the future of his kids, his wife, and himself. Some sacrifices had to be made if the right outcome was to be achieved. Mark was mulling over Aussie negotiation tactics as he copied the contract for a third round of red-lining. Lost in thought, he gathered up his papers and headed out of the copy room. And nearly ran over Karen! The two of them did a sort of duck step around each other and barely avoided a collision. Karen was laughing. "I didn't know you were working so late!" she said. "I know, I know. It's the Australia deal." he said. "Right, I heard about that. Well, I'm glad you're the one on it. Though I bet your wife and kids miss you." she said. Karen was one of the real minds in marketing. Much of Tritecca's marketing communications were the typical corporate mumbo jumbo. But the work she produced had a clarity and poise that made it magic. Like Mark, she was a golden child at Tritecca. Unfortunately, Karen was also damn near a perfect approximation of Mark's dream woman. Besides the heavy horsepower upstairs, she was a goddess. Through casual conversation with colleagues (guys talked about this kind of a girl), Mark had gathered that Karen was born a mix up that only the Strait of Taiwan could provide: Japanese, Chinese, Taiwanese, and even some Taiwan aboriginal blood. She was once overhead telling a female co-worker that her striking blue eyes -- which were generally mistaken for tinted contacts -- could be traced to Portugese blood in her family tree. Ilha Formosa indeed. Her beauty made her something of an alien even in her ancestral lands. Here in the US, there was little confusion: she was a ten, plain and simple. Standing 5' 5", Karen was on the petite side, but not fragile. A dedicated runner, she was famous for slipping out of the office mid- afternoon to crank out a 10 kilometer run, shower, and be back at her desk in less than an hour. All that running didn't seem to have stemmed the growth of her breasts. In this area, the A student slipped joyfully to a C. For those keeping track, that's the Asian H. Her tits were spectacular, all the more so because she never put an inch of herself on display, at least not at the office: everybody loves having to guess. It just wasn't fair. Karen had perfect skin, long and silky black hair, and the face of an angel. She was smart, athletic, and... married. Married to one of the Tritecca board members no less. Mark and others theorized that Karen would have been a VP of Marketing long ago if not for the fear of nepotism. Besides, what man could possibly expect a woman like Karen to be available. Ever. "My kids had a big party this afternoon and went home bushed. But yeah, unfortunately my wife is pretty used to me getting home late this time of the quarter." Mark said. Karen gave Mark a genuinely sympathetic smile. "Yeah. Work can be hell on our home lives." She paused a moment and held Mark's eyes as if to communicate more. Or maybe it was in his head. "You don't work too late now!" he said. "I won't! I won't!" Karen replied. And they went their separate ways. * * * Karen couldn't help thinking that Mark was such a sweet guy. Whenever she ran into him, she always felt like he was genuine. She trusted him. Of course, it didn't hurt that he was so handsome too. She'd always gone for the tall guys. What is he 6' 2"? She loved that he wore a beard too. It seems like only older men feel comfortable growing their whiskers, but it can be so damn sexy on a younger man. Don't the other guys read Esquire? Judging by the cuff links she normally saw him wearing, Mark was definitely a subscriber. And she heard that Mark was still a competitive swimmer on some kind of masters team. "Listen to me!" thought Karen. "I better cool off." She knew how he cooled off... Wendy was telling her that he swims five times a week, usually at 5AM before he comes into the office. Whatever he does, workouts are paying off. I mean, I love my husband and all, but was it a crime for her to notice him? Here comes the guilt. OK, fine. The best thing to do was probably to just exchange pleasantries, and not let anything go beyond that. Now where was that product slick? * * * Mark was wrapping up his work when heard a cell phone ring, and realized it was Karen. She was still here at nearly 1AM! He heard her make an anxious goodbye, and Mark guessed it had been her husband asking whether he should stay up late. Mark had the same conversation a few hours ago. His wife was long since asleep. He thought about going over to Karen, but decided to leave well enough alone. The call had indeed been from Karen's husband, and he asked her to come home immediately. She pulled together her briefcase and coat, then headed for the elevators. Just in time to meet Mark, who was already waiting for one. Unlike earlier, the two felt instantly awkward. There was a palpable forbidden thrill in the air as the moments ticked away for the elevator to arrive. If someone spoke, it could be the start of entirely the wrong thing, and both of them were way too disciplined to let go like that, even with these incentives. How else had they managed to achieve their positions of relative power? Personal sacrifice for future returns. Why was it taking so damn long? They both knew only one elevator in the bank of four was working this time of night on a weekend. Mark stood right in front of it: the last one on the south side, adjacent to the entrance of their office. Mysteriously, the elevator that arrived was on the north side, furthest from the office entrance. "That's weird..." thought Mark. He held his hand across the elevator doors so that Karen could board. She smiled at his generosity and stepped inside. He could smell her as she passed and thought for a moment and it disoriented him in an altogether pleasant way: a woman's scent can be torturous. He stepped in after her and jabbed the lobby button, then nodded his head at her with a measured, but friendly smile. She was holding her black trench coat, and he couldn't help imagining how it would look when she put it on over her cobalt blue dress. Then he couldn't help imagining what she would look like with only the trench coat on. Karen was feeling the heat too. She knew that Mark was highly attracted to her. Women knew these things, and he was doing a terrible job of hiding it anyway. Not that she cared. Why had her husband demanded she come home so quickly? It would have been a lot more fun to grab a drink with Mark before heading home. Sigh... that couldn't lead to good things though, could it? When the elevator halted suddenly, they had just passed the seventh floor. It didn't come to a clean stop like it would at any of the actual exits to a floor, but rather a jarring, grinding stop. Karen lost her balance and was on her way to the floor when Mark caught her. They were both startled. "Are you OK?" Mark asked. "Yes. And you?" Karen replied. "Fine. But what just happened?" he said. "I have no idea. I've never had any problems with these elevators before." she said. "Me neither." There were still lights on in the elevator, but they had dimmed a great deal when the elevator stopped. Still, they were bright enough to read the instrumentation. Mark found the button for the emergency intercom and pressed it, fully expecting there to be no response. Instead, a voice answered almost instantly. "How can I be of service?" the voice said. It was deep and thickly disguised, like the voices you hear from secret sources on the news programs. It didn't inspire relief of any kind. Mark had jumped back, startled by the booming voice. He looked at Karen, who raised her eyebrows in agreement with his own confusion. "Uh, hello. We're stuck here in the elevator. Can you help us get out?" Mark said. "Of course!" the voice said. "Which elevator are you in?" it asked. "Hmm... I don't know. How can I tell?" asked Mark. "Well, for starters, who is in the elevator with you?" the voice asked. Mark could hear Karen gasp. "Nobody is in the elevator with me!" Mark said. "Mark, Mark, Mark... I can tell already that rescuing you two is going to be very difficult. I can see Karen standing right next to you!" the voice said. Now they both were scared. Karen grabbed Mark's arm and immediately developed a vice grip. Mark tried to sort out what he could do or say from here. He looked about the elevator and spied two cameras immediately. "Yes, there are actually four cameras in the elevator, but don't bother trying to find the other two. I had them installed just this morning. They're state-of- the-art. And don't even think about disabling the cameras either." the voice said. Mark was feeling pretty indignant now. "And why not?" Mark said. "Well, because this might happen." the voice said this and the elevator began to plummet. It came to another grinding, tearing halt moments later. It's hard to say how far they had fallen, but it was far enough for both Mark and Karen to be lying in a heap on the elevator floor. "That was a demonstration. You are approximately nine stories above the lowest sub-basement. If I let the elevator drop, it would only take three stories to break your legs. At four stories, you'd both almost certainly be paralyzed for life. After that, and there's just a nasty mess to clean up." Even disguised, the voice oozed evil. Mark and Karen sat up facing each other, but didn't move to stand again. Mark had Karen by the shoulders and was looking with utter seriousness deep into her eyes. They were both highly intelligent, resourceful people. And they both knew that they were in deep trouble. "What's the move?" whispered Mark. "The move is to do precisely as I tell you." the voice answered the question that had been intended for Karen. "If you follow my instructions, you live. If you refuse, you die. It's as simple as that. I assume my initial demonstration was enough, so you won't be getting any further warnings. Do what I tell you to do and survive." "Survive." Karen spoke with a glassy look in her eyes. No tears were forming. But you could see the anxiety building behind her perfectly proportioned face. Mark looked at his watch. It was 1:12AM. What next? Mark and Karen exchanged solemn looks. She spoke first. "OK, what do we do?" Mark's mind spun through all the lists of confidential information to which he could possibly have access. He was in sales, not engineering. There was virtually nothing confidential that he could provide beyond a rough breakdown of the current quarter's pipeline and targeted accounts. Mark didn't even have access to the company's financials. Tritecca wasn't publicly traded, but it wouldn't be hard for a motivated party to get information about their performance. It would be much easier than planning and executing this sort of a crime: imprisonment and extortion? "Look, if it's money you want..." Mark began. "No, Mark, it's not money. You're thinking like the quintessential salesperson, as always. I love that instinct. Always try to buy your way out of trouble. But that's not going to work this time." the voice answered in slow, measured tones. Karen had been reeling through a similar set of thoughts. "Would it make any difference if I chipped in?" Karen asked. "No, it wouldn't. I don't want money. I want you to follow my instructions. Completely, and without further questions. I can't afford many more demonstrations of your precarious position. The next thing I'll do is drop you completely. You two are worth nothing to me unless you're willing to do as I say." the voice said. Karen shuddered visibly and Mark went to her instinctively, putting his arm about her shoulders. In his control room, the voice sat surrounded by monitors. There weren't four cameras in that elevator. There were dozens. A joystick controlled the angle and zoom of most, sitting within easy reach of his long fingers. A cigarette lay burning in a tray to his right, and next to it a steaming cup of coffee. He watched Karen and Mark on several different monitors with a huge grin across his face. What a perfect beginning! Mark, the great protector was going to save Karen from the beast. Karen, the fiercely self- sufficient modern woman already submitting to her hero man. This was going to be more than fun. It was the fantasy of a lifetime lived out right before his eyes. "First, I want the two of you to look deeply into each other's eyes for a full minute. I'll be timing you. Go." Mark and Karen immediately shot each other a look, but the look of confusion swept over them both and they started scanning the elevator again, unconsciously searching for the source of the voice. "Wait, what?" said Mark. "You heard what I said." said the voice. "You want us to stare into each other's eyes. For a minute." asked Karen. "That's it. Now no more questions. Do it." the voice answered. Slowly, Karen turned to Mark and met his eyes. She was scared and she knew it showed in her eyes. The lighting in the elevator was a hazy twilight. She could clearly make out all of Mark's features, even the color of his green eyes. But it was dark enough that all the hard lines of his high cheekbones and jaw had been erased into a soft blur. In spite of herself, the first thought that came into her mind was that he was incredibly handsome. And those eyes, they weren't green: they were emerald. Her heart caught for a moment in her throat and she stopped breathing until it settled again. The stress of the situation overcame her as she felt her soul pouring out into his. Could he possibly be having the same experience? A tear formed at the corner of her eye and rolled soundlessly down her cheek. Mark kept his eyes locked on her, but saw the tear escape. "Are you OK?" he asked Karen. "No talking." the voice instantly boomed out. Mark was having a million different thoughts at once. What was happening here? What could this guy possibly want with them, and what reason could he have for doing this? His heart was aching as he watched Karen. They were under so much pressure. A thought was forming in Karen's head. If this guy didn't want money, why else would he want to have power over them? Mark and Karen worked in entirely different divisions within the company. True, they were at the office right now, but what if this ultimately had nothing to do with work. What if... "Time's up." the voice said. "I can tell you're ready for the next step. Karen, I want you to kiss Mark until I say time is up. You can kiss him any way you want, so long as your lips are on his the entire time." "Excuse me?" Karen's pulse was racing. What the hell? "What the hell?!" Mark yelled. He jumped to his feet. "What do you think you're doing here? We're both of us married!" "I know that." said the voice. "I don't care. Do as I say, or die." "Everybody has a number. How much money do you want to let us go?" begged Karen. "Now you're talking like Mark. I have no number. And I'm running out of patience. Do you really want to die rather than kiss Mark for me? Now do it." Mark turned to Karen with a helpless look on her face. She had to admit, this wasn't going to hurt much. Karen stood up and took Mark by the waist. Then she leaned in and closed her eyes just as their lips touched. She was desperately trying to deny to herself that she hadn't wished for just this in the minutes and hours before they were trapped. OK, even then she was kidding herself. She'd wanted this ever since she had known Mark. His mouth was soft, but firm against hers. Karen stayed rigid for what felt like an eternity, but couldn't stay stiff forever. What harm could it do? And she had been forced into this anyway. She relaxed and leaned into Mark, sliding one arm to his chest. She turned her head and the way his lips twisted against hers sent sparks through her brain. Never in her life had she felt so charged by a kiss. It was a forbidden kiss. But it wasn't her fault. Mark stood woodenly as he felt Karen grab him. His stomach dropped and his mouth turned dry. How was he going to do this? But as Karen's lips met his, he could smell her and feel the heat of her body. It was like going back to junior high school and sharing a first kiss. Their eagerness was checked by all the moral constraints that good married people obey, but their passion for each other could not be constrained. As the seconds ticked onwards, their kiss was growing unmistakably enthusiastic. In his booth, the voice already felt some deep satisfaction. This was hot. The kissing they put on the in the average Hollywood romance was nothing compared to what he was watching. These two were so bottled up they were about to explode before he even entered the picture. Now he was holding a lighter to a gasoline-soaked rag. It was entirely up to him where he threw his volatile cocktail. He knew just where he wanted to toss it. And in his head, he was already chanting: burn, baby, burn! After enough time had passed, Karen and Mark grew breathless. She was breathing him in deeply as she fought to maintain some semblance of control. Instead of embracing her, Mark had reached to hold her in the small of her back, leaving his other hand at her neck. Karen honestly couldn't say which of them had introduced tongue. As the kiss slipped from two minutes into three, their tongues had touched any number of times. Eventually, they gave in and began a first tentative, then fully abandoned exploration of each other. Mark was fighting the urge to take things horizontal. This was definitely the hottest kiss he had ever shared, and in his career there had been a few of them. Karen was a white hot flame jetting over the core of his being. His trousers were now standing at full attention, and his erection was already throbbing in that painful way that always meant he would explode, one way or another. As he pulled her closer, he knew that Karen had to feel it through the fabric that separated them. She did. Karen marveled at the size and insistence of the lump in Mark's pants. It hit her somewhere in the neighborhood of her navel. She tried hard not to think about it, but it only fired her up even more. Their "foreplay" had been brief, and she was amazed at how turned on she could be under these circumstances. The voice zoomed in to confirm. Karen's tongue was firmly planted in Mark's mouth. A few minutes later and the situation reversed. It seemed odd that this kind of oral copulation allowed the sexes to easily swap who was the penetrator and who the penetrated, while intercourse itself pretty much required synthetic assistance to accomplish anything similar. He let the two of them work each other up for another minute before calling a halt to the action. "Alright. You may stop." the voice said. As they broke away from each other, Mark was the first to speak: "I'm so sorry he said." "For what? You know I enjoyed it." Karen's face wore the kind of expression that a mother reserves for an injured child. She knew this wasn't Mark's fault. And she knew that he couldn't possibly have faked his enthusiasm. Especially when they were being forced into the act. Mark already regretted that he hadn't put up more of a fight. But how could he? "Karen, can you guess where this is going?" Mark asked "Yes." She glanced away from him with a solemn look of pain on her face. "But what can we do about it?" "Well, there are things that he can't make us do if our bodies don't play along." Mark said. She took a moment to absorb this, before her eyes slowly lit up. "But, you already..." she looked at his crotch. "I know, but I didn't even try to stop myself. I can just think about my wife and my kids. I'll be able to control it. He can't take that away from me." Through Karen's eyes, Mark had become such a hero in such a short period of time. This guy was just so dedicated. Sure enough, she could see the bulge in his crotch wilting steadily. "Sadly for you, or, I would submit, happily, I have already thought of that possibility." the voice said. "So let's deal with that now, shall we? Can you see the maintenance box below the bank of buttons? There's a key in the same corner of the elevator. Use it to open the box." the voice commanded. Karen was closest. She knelt in the corner and found the key. It was a perfect fit for the maintenance panel. As she pulled it open, she saw an array of electronics above a small plastic bag. The bag was sitting next to a small bottle of water. "Take the plastic bag and water out." the voice said. "Then you can close and lock the panel again -- don't get any big ideas, there's nothing you could disable in that panel to change your fate." Karen did as she was told, then turned to Mark who kneeled down with her to look at its contents. Little blue pills. Over a dozen of them. "That's right," said the voice, "those are exactly what you think they are. Don't take all of them or you'll have a heart attack. But you're obligated to take two right now, and you may need more later." Karen's mind was reeling. My god, she thought: "He's really going to be forced to make love to me. This stuff is going to make his penis enormous. And I'm going to have to take him as my partner." Her insides were a confused mess. Part of her was utterly humiliated and devastated by what was happening. But another part -- could it be the larger part already? - - was filling with an almost painful need to know Mark's body. Her husband was never going to touch her again. How could she explain what happened in this elevator? But what could she do? Mark could read Karen's face as the realization sank in. There was a knot in his throat that he swallowed down, fighting to think of a way out of this impossible situation. Besides his respect for Karen, he had a duty to his wife to stay faithful. She may be able to forgive him, provided she ever found out the truth about what was happening here, but could she ever really believe he didn't want to fuck a hot co- worker? Mark had to take a stand, and he knew this was it. "No. I won't take them." Mark said "What? Did I hear right?" the voice asked? "You heard me. I'm not going to take them. I won't do this to Karen. I won't do this to my wife." Mark stood now looking around at the corners of the elevator, searching fruitlessly for the face of his persecutor. The voice started laughing. Chuckling at first, then a rolling laughter that finally turned into deep belly rumbling. When he finally caught his breath, he said: "Let me get this straight, you'd rather die than fuck a co-worker? And not just a co-worker, but one that is goddamn gorgeous? And not only gorgeous, but who very clearly wants you to fuck her silly herself? You say this is out of respect for your wife? Man, she must be some kind of bitch to want you to die rather than do this. Maybe I should have come up with something harder for you to do." Through all of this Karen felt an anger rumbling. She wasn't just some game piece here. She was a person too. Maybe she didn't want to be fucked! Where did the voice get off dictating her internal state to Mark. "Hey! Don't speak for me! I'm right here you know. What makes you think I want to be fucked?" she said "You're kidding right? You were practically gasping and grinding from one little kiss a moment ago." the voice said. "Mark is a great kisser. I admit that I couldn't resist his charms. But that doesn't mean I want have sex with him. I love my husband just like he loves his wife. Don't make us do this." "You'll do whatever I fucking tell you to do!" the voice snapped. A silence fell over the elevator. Finally, Mark asked, "Well, are there any choices here, or are we just following your script throughout?" "You want a choice?" the voice cleared his throat. In the control booth, the voice took a long drag on his cigarette and looked at the two of them. They were scared. They were tired. But they were also aroused. Would they ever look back on this and realize how much of a gift he was giving them? He was sure of it. "OK," the voice said, "I'll give you a choice. Mark can either take two of the blue pills immediately, or Karen can fellate him for a length of time at my discretion." the voice said "Fellate?" Karen asked. "You explain Mark." the voice said. Mark turned three shades of red. He figured Karen was playing innocent to save some face, but he had to answer. "He means for you to perform oral sex." "Oh..." she said. Her eyes lowered in shame. Mark waited a minute and said, "I can't promise I'll stay limp if you give me oral sex." "Come on Mark, you mean 'I can't promise my cock won't turn into a raging monster if you suck it'" the voice burst in. At this, Karen sank to the floor and turned away from Mark. She was not the kind of woman used to being a tool of a negotiation. Or used to negotiating a tool. "I can't... I mean, I don't know how." Karen whispered. "What's that?" the voice asked, "You don't know how to suck a cock? Well don't worry, Mark is going to give you lessons." Karen stared at the carpet of the elevator, her body and mind numb. She looked up at Mark and saw the defeat in his expression. He sat next to her and reached to touch her cheek. They were both riding a roller coaster of emotions and bodily responses. If she told Mark to take the viagra, who knows what would happen next? If she put her mouth on his penis, she would be crushed by the humiliation of the act. She had performed oral sex on three occasions in her life, and all of them had been unhappy. In the bedroom, this was something that she avoided at all costs. "What do you want me to do?" Mark asked Karen. "You don't get it. It doesn't matter what you do. Just pick something. You asked for a choice and I gave you one. Now make up your mind and let's go." the voice was growing more impatient by the second. "You've got a minute to make up your mind, and then you're flirting with real disaster. Tick tock." "What do you want Mark?" It was the way that Karen asked. Heartbreaking in its sadness, and yet still riddled with the sex that neither of them were going to escape. "I'll take the pills." Mark said. Karen heaved a huge sigh of relief, and Mark realized he had made the right decision. He reached for the bag of pills and washed two down with a swig of the water. He passed Karen the bottle and she took a sip as well. "Interesting. Good move." said the voice. "Now Mark, stand in front of Karen and drop your pants. Karen is going to suck your cock." "What, you said you were going to give us a choice?" Karen jumped up and screamed at the voice. "I did give you a choice. It was a choice of what happens next, and not what happens after that. You made your choice. Now you're going to learn how to suck cock." the voice said. Mark was feeling disoriented. How was he going to comply with this? He guessed that it would take minutes for the drug to work. At any rate, he didn't want Karen's first introduction to his tool to be a drug-driven raging hard-on. "Karen. I'm still soft. But I won't be for long. I don't want to do this, but if he's going to take our lives if we refuse, I'd rather make you do this when it's easiest. We don't have much time." "You heard him Karen," the voice said, "get to it!" Karen decided to stop thinking. Mark's solemn look told her what she needed to know: this was the best move. Woodenly, she stood facing Mark, then knelt down in front of him. He reached for his belt, but she brushed his hands away and undid it herself. Mark was slim and his pants hung loosely at his waist. She undid the button and unzipped his pants. They dropped to his feet in a heap. Mark was wearing a loud pair of boxer shorts: dancing hula girls in a pattern against a yellow background. She looked up at him. "They entertain my wife." he said sheepishly. Karen couldn't help smiling and giving a little giggle. It really broke the stress for an instant. Who was this crazy guy? But her smile disappeared as she pulled the boxers down. Mark's penis was much different from her husband's. In its semi-erect state, it was hard to say if it was "bigger", but it definitely had more girth. The mushroom tip of its head was almost purple. The tip was still pointing down, but she could see the entire thing jerk slightly with each beat of his heart. "Alright, now that you've introduced yourselves, I'll give you some coaching. Listen carefully if you want to live." the voice sounded deadly serious. Jim was in agony. He was totally exposed now, feeling so used and dirty. He was about to pull a Clinton. And what could he do? His brain was starting to fully betray him now. His agony was in large part due to the fact that he knew he was no longer trying to stay limp. He couldn't think about his wife and kids anymore. All he could think about was Karen's mouth on his cock. "First, you take his cock with your right hand so that your thumb is towards the tip." the voice said. "Good, now put your mouth over his glans -- that's the top part of his penis with the smooth head. You don't need to do anything else yet. Just do that." Somehow, Karen had done it. He penis was in her mouth. It was shockingly soft and smooth. She was still for a moment, discovering that she could breath easily through her nose. Karen twisted her tongue around it and felt Mark jerk. She looked up to find him looking down at her. When she turned her head up to him, Mark could feel the blood lurch into his cock. If he had a photograph of this one moment, he could cover months of the masturbation material he needed to compensate for his wife's busy schedule. Her eyes were big mirrors of her inner state, and he could see plainly now: she was enjoying this. "Ok, once you get comfortable, I want you to start trying some new 'tricks', heh heh." the voice had a sick sense of humor alright. "Put some spit on your right hand to lube it up, then run it up and down his cock. Keep your mouth on the tip." As Karen did this, she could feel Mark's penis grow. It was pointing up now, and lengthening significantly. She had to leave her haunches and kneel at full height to get a good angle. "Now use your left hand to tickle his balls. Just the tips of your fingers." the voice said. When Mark felt her fingers at his nuts, he threw back his head, open mouthed. My god, how was he going to survive this? He could feel his erection had risen to maximum power now, or had it? Was this even the drug's responsibility? Karen risked pulling back for a moment and it took her breath away. Mark was enormous. And she loved him. Secret even to her conscious mind, she was aching to feel his love tool rub her innermost places. Consciously, she knew that her underwear was more than just damp: it was wet. Mark felt Karen come up for air and looked down to see her marvel at his equipment. He had always known he was exceptional, but having never been the kind of guy that chases tail, it hadn't bought him much. Tonight, however, it seemed to have some effect. She liked what she saw. As Karen put her mouth back on him, he had to steel himself. She definitely had things figured out on her own now, and the voice had grown silent, no doubt watching them and whacking off. The voice wasn't masturbating, yet. But he was definitely aroused by what he saw. His wife of twelve years was sucking another man's cock with great enthusiasm, and some skill considering her relative lack of experience. Yes, it was his cock that was so seldom sucked. And he had always suspected that she would love it, if only she could overcome the psychologically "dirty" aspects of the deed. That was what this whole night was about, wasn't it? He had noticed that Karen was bored years ago, but never known what to do about it. Sure, they had a sex life, but it was plain and tired for both of them. He had put a very active life on hold when they got married, and toyed repeatedly with the idea of having something on the side. But he loved her too much. Not too much to betray her trust, but too much to leave her out. If he was going to start having fun, then she was going to have fun with him. At a company party, he was introduced to Mark by Karen. He could tell instantly that there was an animal magnetism there. He knew she hadn't slept with him, but he also knew that she probably wanted to, at least subconsciously. One night Karen mentioned that she had seen Mark at the office while working late. That's when the idea for the elevator started cooking. They had the money to buy the resources to pull something like this off - - he came from a very wealthy family, and the two of them were big earners with no kids anyway. He spent several more weeks gathering more information and confirming his suspicions about Karen's attraction to Mark. What he hadn't anticipated was how much Mark wanted Karen. He was going to force them together anyway, but that made his conscience a little bit cleaner. In truth, he had no idea how this was going to turn out. He had taken many steps to ensure that nobody could prove anything. But naturally, there was no such thing as the perfect crime. But it was going to be worth it. He was about to watch his wife get royally fucked by a hot stud. "OK, that's enough." the voice said. Karen pulled back and exhaled. Mark looked like he was barely holding it together. His cock was jumping now, and he reached to hold it, then realized how that looked and began pulling his pants back up instead. "That's alright. You can take them off completely now. Karen, you too. Get naked, both of you. I mean completely naked. I'm not going to cajole. Just get it done." the voice said. Karen and Mark looked at each other. Karen's jet black hair was in a 'j' around her neck. Her dress was slightly wrinkled, but still dropped in a dead sexy cut around her perfect frame. Mark really had no clue why Asian looks held such a tight hold on him, but she just took his breath away. People always say it's the perfect skin, but he thought those were outsider types trying to explain away the feelings of those inside. The insiders -- the true sufferers and celebrators of "yellow fever" -- Mark thought they were really about the shape of the eyes. Karen's eyes were serene, but fired with a hidden passion that could rise out of them on a moment's notice. Somehow, Karen had managed to score the jeweled, almond-shaped eyes of the East, with the sapphire jewel of the West at their heart. Un-fucking- believable. Damn it, had he fallen in love with this woman? Karen no longer felt scared. She knew what was about to happen, and she finally decided to just go with this. She took off her shoes, pulled off her stockings and turned her back to Mark. "Can you help me out of this?" she asked, pointing to the zipper behind her neck. Her husband, the voice, knew that she could get out of that dress perfectly well by herself, and chuckled at this move. "She's giving in..." he thought. "Of course." Mark shuffled across the few feet that separated them and pulled down the zipper. The rich blossom of her skin spilled out in front of him. Karen brushed her dress down into a heap at her feet, then reached to unhook her bra, shrugging it off too. And then she swept around to grab Mark by the head and give him a deep, passionate kiss. Karen could feel Mark's cock against her naked belly, his mouth against hers, his smell in her nostrils, the memory of his cock in her hand -- it all stoked the furnace of her passion to impossible temperatures. She wanted him. She needed him, and now. As they finally broke their kiss, Mark couldn't help asking: "What happened?" "I just gave up!" said Karen. "Finally!" the voice jeered. "You shut up, goddamn it!" Mark yelled back. Then he began wildly working off the rest of his clothes. "I give up too!" Mark and Karen naked, passionately embracing, was exquisite music to her husband. This was even better than he had imagined. It was a perfect scenario. He had started the ball rolling, it had finally picked up some momentum of its own, and now all he had to do was nudge it into the places it might not roll into on its own (places that it will very much enjoy visiting.) "I'm not done giving instructions yet. But since you've both given up now, this should get a lot easier." the voice said. Mark and Karen embraced each other tightly, waiting for the instructions. "Mark, get down on the floor and lie on your back. Good. Now, Karen, you straddle him, facing towards his head. You know what comes next right? So do it." Karen's heart was racing. Her breath was ragged. They hadn't even begun, and already she was so taut with expectation. She pulled her entrance even with his cock and raised herself on her knees until her crotch was suspended just above his spike. She looked at Mark, swallowed once, and began her descent. Her pussy was dripping with fluids, and she gasped as she felt the tip of his cock part her nether lips and begin to press inside. "STOP!" the voice thundered. "Stop this instant! Get off of him now!" Karen's face was torn with agony. What? What just happened? "But I thought you wanted us to..." Karen asked "Yes, but you don't get to do that yet. There's something that hasn't been done." the voice said. "Mark, bury your face in Karen's pussy and show us you're worth something to this world." "Well, I don't think I need more encouragement." Mark said He pushed Karen back onto the floor where she had knelt over him. Mark set Karen's dress carefully aside, then rolled the rest of their clothes up into a sizable cushion and put it under Karen's shapely ass, forcing her pussy up to a better angle. He couldn't help rolling up and planting one helluva kiss on her mouth, grabbing her incredible tits along the way. When Mark heard the voice clearing his throat, he shifted back down to her pussy. Karen's husband, the voice, didn't know a few things about Mark that turn out to be relevant here. First, Mark was the possessor of one amazingly prehensile tongue. One could even refer to it as reptilian. If you've ever known someone like Mark, you might have caught a glimpse of his tongue while he was talking or when he stuck it out at you. A prehensile tongue is not remarkable for most every aspect of life, save one. It makes for one hell of a tool when manipulating a woman's most private places. Secondly, Mark had grown up swimming. He had been a competitive swimmer in high school and college, racing in primarily distance events. Swimmers have to learn breath control. Breath control is essential for any swimmer, but it is especially important to a distance swimmer. Swimmers learn how to control their use of air, and feel much more comfortable in situations when it isn't as readily available. Once, Mark had brought a woman to orgasm while she lay in a hot tub. Not, with his hands. With his tongue. Yes, there was literally diving involved with this particular sex trick, and it was impressive stuff: more than a minute between breaths, for more than ten minutes. She definitely remembered that orgasm (and still does), and, well, so does he. Mark is what you call a "diamond in the rough" when it comes to giving a woman oral sex. At this point, all that Karen's husband knew was that he was clever about arranging clothes for his end goals. Mark brushed his face around in Karen's bush. She had trim black hair that framed her secret places with grace. Right now, however, they dripped with sex and the need for it. He slowly buried his face into her, brushing his nose back and forth over her labia. The first lick from his tongue caused a seismic event in Karen's body. She was definitely ripe for his attention. He took a deep breath and began licking into her folds in earnest. It took momently only to find her swollen clitoris. Mark's approach at this point was to start impossibly gentle. He thought of a kitten licking at a bowl of milk, lapping it up in tiny swallows. Yes, Mark was actually a pretty innocent fellow, at least before tonight. Mark's arms reached up to Karen's torso. Her arms lay at her side and he grasped them with a tight, but comfortable grip. She was caught in his snare. Karen only looked down once to see Mark's head between her legs. After that, she had to lay back and close her eyes. Her hair was on fire. What was this man doing? Nobody had ever touched her like this before, He was so gentle, but insistent. His tongue was soft, but it could reach places nobody had ever touched before. Karen was once again losing her mind. And she was loving every minute of it. There was no letup for even an instant. He was a machine. When Mark started quickly nodding his face back and forth, up and down, it shut down her mental processes completely. Somehow, he had managed to make the flexible tip of his tongue dash against her clit with each twist and rhythmic shrug of his head. For punctuation, he sucked gently, bringing her clit out into a tiny approximation of its male counterpart. Karen could feel her climax building, and she began to pull her arms back away from Mark. He wouldn't let go. She was trapped. And the building was on fire. On his video screen, Karen's husband watched with awe. Holy shit this guy is good. I've never seen her come even close to this level of ecstasy, not in the hottest fucking of our entire relationship. It's been almost ten minutes now and I haven't seen him come up for air once. What is he doing to her? What is she going to sound like? The answer came immediately. Karen began howling in three different octaves. Her back was arched to its maximum extension. Through some amazing powers all his own, Mark had managed to hold on to her arms such that her entire frame was straining to break free of his attentions. He still had his face in her muff and she was rapidly twisting and turning to break free of his relentless tongue. This continued for some twenty or thirty seconds. It must have taken incredible strength on Mark's part to fight Karen's toned thighs. When she did finally start to settle, it was with a series of limp twitches. Eventually, Mark looked up and rose across her naked, heaving body to kiss her again. This kiss began slowly and built into a frenzy. Karen was exhausted, but you could tell the story wasn't over for her. Mark's swollen member made it clear that he wasn't done either. The voice began to clear his throat, but stopped short. Mark had gone back to Karen's pussy. He was slowly, but deliberately licking her again. Karen was too exhausted to tell Mark to stop. Her brain had exploded into a million pieces, then been washed over and over in waves of pleasure. All she knew was that she could never let go of this man. Nobody had ever done something like this to her before, and she sure as hell wasn't going to give up her discovery. And, my God, he was still going. For a minute or two, the feeling for Karen was pleasant falling action. Then something happened. She was starting to climb again. She was climbing! How could this be? Was this guy some kind of devil, or an angel from heaven? The voice's mouth was hanging open as he watched his wife push into her second jarring climax. This one didn't last thirty or so seconds. It lasted for closer to two minutes. Karen was too tired to escape Mark now, so his tongue just kept pushing her on to new heights. The flames had long since consumed her. Her screams had given way to whimpers, the sounds of an exhausted cat purring in its owners arms. When he finally sat up on his haunches, Mark's face was rich with Karen's fluids. His erection had grown rock hard as she came again and again. He wanted to fuck her, and he wanted to fuck her now. Mark bent down to Karen's face. "Karen? Karen?" Her eyes were closed and sweat was glistening over every inch of her face and body. She looked like she was returning from some sort of drug-induced state. For a moment, Mark doubted himself. "Mark? My god! How can you do that? What did you do to me?" Karen asked "I just... well, I just do that really well I guess. I love pussy. And I really love your pussy." Mark said. Karen smiled richly in response. "Well, if you love it, then why don't you fuck it already." At this, Mark grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto him, just as she had been when the voice had so rudely interrupted them earlier. Karen's shining body poised over his manhood made Mark take a mental snapshot: this was a once in a lifetime experience. No matter how they had ended up here, Mark didn't want to forget a second of it. Karen looked down as she positioned her slit over his engorged cock, marveling again at its length and girth. He was going to split her apart! And she couldn't wait. With the head of his cock nosing its way wetly through her folds, her taut muscles paused as the rim of his glans popped inside. They looked at each other and knew. He was inside her. With that, Karen dropped with all her weight down onto his massive fuck pole. She pulled her breath in suddenly as she descended. Then Mark could feel her relax. Her pussy was so tight he could feel her pulse as it enveloped his member. His cock was buried in her to the balls. Her eyes were glazed and distant. Finally, she leaned forward and put her hands on his chest. Mark lifted his body under her. His chiseled legs sported a killer set of hamstrings and quads, all which were hidden by his usual work clothes. He was built for this. He had literally worked his ass off to be able to do this. Karen was about to find out more of his secrets. Karen felt her pussy flower open and envelop Mark's cock. She had wanted it this for so long, and now she finally had it. She had feared that his size would be too much for her, but in her intense state of arousal she had just welcomed him in. Now she just wanted to stay here forever. She could barely move. When Karen felt Mark lift her, she was momentarily confused. How was he doing that? She looked back to see his gigantic thighs piston her towards the ceiling of the elevator. Holy shit. I had no idea Mark was so strong. The he really began to fire into her. His waist rose repeatedly now, forcing her to rise and fall on his cock in a steady fuck beat. Karen grabbed at his waist for support and rode him for all she was worth, his cock slamming into her again and again. Mark could see Karen's tits jiggling above him, and reached up to paw them as she bounced atop his pole. As he grabbed them, Karen became vocal:
 "Shit. Mark you are the hottest fuck on this planet. Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Karen begged. "Push that cock into me. I don't want to walk for a week. Fuck!" Mark had no idea Karen could ever have talked this way. He couldn't believe his ears and it was threatening to drive him over the edge. And maybe this is where Mark's genius comes into play. With everything a man could ask for already on top of his dick, he wants more. He wants to kiss her too. The rodeo show had been going for almost five minutes now, and the voice dropped his pants and began beating off to the unbelievably uninhibited fuck session developing in front of his face, on thirty angles and in HD. He was dumbfounded as his wife began to spew a string of dirty demands at Mark. He was so ridiculously happy he had put this whole thing together. When was this Mark fucker going to finally give in? Mark slowed his pounding and said, "Karen, grab me around the neck." Karen, who was biting her bottom lip with eyes closed, could barely hear him over the approaching steam engine of her third orgasm. Never had she had this much vaginal stimulation before. Was she going to even survive this night? Eventually, Mark's command sank in and she did as he asked. Mark was propping himself up by the elbows. "Ok, now hold tight." Mark said. With that, he grabbed her waist and proceeded to stand up -- with her fully attached to his cock through the entire motion -- then turn so that her back was against the elevator wall. From here, he had her at the perfect level to continue nailing her with abandon. But he also had her face to face. Mark devoured Karen like a starved predator's first taste of red meat. He drew blood as he bit her lip, then licked and sucked at. Their eyes were closed, lost in the approaching orgiastic bomb. With the sudden change in position, Karen could feel the flames licking ever higher. She was going to faint this time, and she didn't care. She wanted to be destroyed. With Paul at her throat, her mouth, her eyes, her ears, her nose... she was consumed with the very desire that had nourished her. She wasn't even really trying to return his amorous attentions anymore. But something made her eyes shoot open: "I'm about to come." Mark said. Finally! said the voice to himself, struggling to hold on to his own ejaculate. "Fill me Mark. Fuck me hard, and give me your baby!" Karen said "What?" said the voice. She was on birth control! "What?" said Mark. He slowed his driving rhythm, though, oddly, her revelation seemed only to bring him closer to orgasm. "I'll tell you later. Just put your seed in me. Fill me with your baby makers now!" Karen yelled. Karen and Mark stared deeply into each other's eyes. Their bodies were dripping with sweat. Her arms cradled his back, clinging to him at the shoulders. Their kiss was a consuming disaster, while Mark's balls grew and filled with the long-averted product of the evening's affairs. Around them, their clothes lay scattered in heaps. The temperature in the elevator had gone from business park chill to jungle humid. The smell was primal and raw. As his orgasm came crashing down on him, Mark thought of what Karen had just told him. He could get her pregnant. What was he going to do if he had another child? How could he ever explain this to his wife? He had to pull out, and now! But he couldn't do it. This woman was going to be his. He had never wanted something so much in his life. Evolutionary biology was taking over and shutting down the main control systems. With a final snap, wave after wave of Mark's sperm came jetting through his cock and into Karen's well. She could feel it hit as a warm sensation at her core. Each jet filled her further until the inevitable happened, and spurts of Mark's cream began to splash out of their carnal junction. Mark's head was next to Karen's know, his breathing so labored it sounded as if he were topping a twenty thousand foot peak. The cum was dripping down the wall of the elevator in lumpy rivulets. Karen thought about all the millions of sperm inside her, heading for her fertile, ripe eggs. He could have just made her pregnant. She would have Mark's child. And then Karen came for the third time herself. The first two had been insistent, almost painful orgasms. Her body had been desperate for release, and gobbled up everything Mark had to offer with his talented tongue. This time, it had taken much longer to cum. She didn't have the direct clitoral stimulation she had had before, but she had Mark's giant cock to touch her in places she hadn't even known existed before tonight. This orgasm started like a beautiful flower blooming in the morning sun. The effect was a kind of a slow- motion, throbbing and bass-heavy dance. As it blossomed, an array of sound and color exploded around it, making her shift quickly over images of the deepest emerald forest and reddest sunset to the crashing chords of her favorite Dave Matthews song. Everything throbbed in time with Mark's spurting truth, filling her to the brim and over. The whole arc of this trip lasted around a minute. She felt as if her whole life had passed before her. Then she was suddenly aware that she was rutting in slowing pivots against Mark's rock hard and drug-addled cock. Neither Karen or Mark had felt or heard the elevator begin to move as they swept into their orgasms. When the elevator door opened, the light falling in couldn't help but blind the couple. They had been in relative darkness for hours now. Surprisingly, Mark didn't even put Karen down in order to put a hand up and shade his eyes from the brightness. Karen also fought for her eyes to adjust. But it only took a moment for the truth to register. "Yes, it's me Karen." her husband said. "Or, maybe you'll recognize me better this way." With this, he held a mechanical device to his mouth and spoke through it, producing precisely the same voice as had trapped the two: "Hello fuck buddies!" Now Mark put Karen down. His cock slid out from her with a thick pop. There was a visible amount of gore from their mating slid down Karen's leg. Naturally, Mark was still fully erect. Mark felt bold. "You've got a lot of explaining to do!" Mark said. "Really? How so. I've just caught you fucking my wife in a company elevator." the voice said. "You trapped us here!" cried Karen. She was horrified now. "Someday, you'll understand. This was my gift! To both of you, but especially to you Karen." Karen's husband said. "How could this be a gift? You trapped me here and forced me to have sex with another man!" Karen said. "I trapped you here and forced you to have sex with a man you've been desperate to fuck since you first met him. And I made sure that it was someone who truly, deeply wanted to fuck you, although, I admit I didn't anticipate him being quite such a skillful lover. You made me jealous Mark!" the voice said. "Jealous? You've got to be joking," Mark said. "What do you mean, of this?" Mark gestured towards his twitching member. "Well, if you think the only thing special about yourself is your penis size, I'm not going to help you. But can you please step aside?" the voice said. "Step aside?" Mark asked. "Yes, step out of the elevator for a moment. You can watch if you like." the voice said. With that, the voice went to his wife and whispered in her ear for almost a minute. He could only catch something about pregnancy. The next thing that happened was astounding. Karen grabbed the hand rail along the elevator wall, presenting her athletic, toned buttocks to her husband. He dropped his pants to reveal a sizable erection. As Mark watched, he positioned himself behind her and with a jerk, was balls deep in his wife's pussy (which suddenly produced another spurt of Mark's spunk.) The married couple proceeded to fuck with abandon. Karen was yelling in rhythm as her body was pounded into the elevator wall. Her tits swang forwards and backwards, then just jiggled as the pounding became more insistent. Mark couldn't believe his eyes. But Mark could believe his hands. He began slowly, then in earnest. Even with his last ejaculation, Mark could tell it wouldn't take long. The voice looked over at him and saw his situation. He motioned to Mark to come back into the elevator, and asked Karen: "Think you can help Mark out?" The look on her face made Mark realize that he could never return to his past life again. The look on her face meant that Karen could never return either. As he stood at her head, brushing back her hair to pull it out of the way, he could see where stray cum had splattered into it, tangling it in places. She smiled at him, a wolf's smile, and sank her mouth onto the first several inches of his cock. Her mouth was naturally pistoning back and forth over his cock, thanks to the action her husband was giving her from behind. Where was this all going to lead? All Mark knew was that his second orgasm was moments away. Mark pulled his cock from Karen's mouth with a groan, and began splattering her face and hair with his spunk. Drops of pearly liquid sank down her cheeks and forehead. She was truly a wonderful sight to see. Her husband was unloading in broad strokes, while she groaned in ecstasy with each thrust. The three of them collapsed into a heap on the elevator floor. "Can you pass that bottle of water, Mark?" the voice asked. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74