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 out of my usual
routine, and even that was a spur of the moment
decision. I’ve wanted to tell somebody about it for a
long time and now I’ve moved to a different city I’ve
finally decided it’s safe to write it down. I guess
all I have to say to set the scene is that at the
time I was a long married department manager for a
big insurance company. My husband and I had our ups
and downs but we got along as well as most couples
do. A boring life really, I guess, until this
particular day.
It all started when I came back to work from lunch.
When I entered the lift 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 anywhere
so I wondered what they were doing.
One of them, a slim dark guy in his twenties, spoke
to me about the weather, about how hot it was down in
the streets. I agreed it was a bad day and he said it
was glorious where they were working, high up in the
fresh air and with a fantastic view of the city; he
said the pair of them 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. The guy I
was talking to was Tony – or at least that was the
name stenciled 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 (name deleted)
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 view 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 onto the roof 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 only halfway up the office block. Now we were
so far above the city skyline that I felt a genuine
touch 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 aluminum 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. I wanted nothing more
than to turn around and go back. Marco had already
relocked the staircase door behind us though, and I
would have felt very foolish if I had had to ask him
to open it again because I wanted to run away. It
was the price I was paying for all my boasting about
being an executive.
That was the real reason I was going with them, not
because I wanted to see anything, 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:
especially Napoleon’s 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
spiraled 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 ten 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
there had explained that the castle steps 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 heroic swordsman 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 cars 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.
When I stopped 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 Alison, 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 was a married woman. Which
isn’t to say that if I’m away on my own somewhere and
an attractive man wants to wine and dine me he might
not go away unrewarded. 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 outwards against the side of the
tower and the steel mesh to stop from toppling
forward. At the same time Tony went back down a few
steps and I thought he was making way for me. 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, which that was very likely to happen because
I’ve always been noisily susceptible to being
tickled. In a few seconds Tony had me in 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
began shooting and down up my spine, just as Marco
bent over from behind me and started rubbing my
earlobes with his fingertips.
“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 panty hose and running his fingers
underneath the sole of my foot. And, being totally
off balance by now, there was nothing at all I could
do when Marcos slid his hands over my shoulders until
they were resting on the front of my blouse just
above my bra cups.
“You know something, lady, I’d love to squeeze your
tits, just for luck. How about it?” I could feel his
breath fluttering against the short hairs on the nape
of my neck and goose bumps 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 suddenly
taken a death lock 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 again, 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 have been feeling the trembling in my legs.
“Tony, mind her glasses,” Marco said. 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. 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 then blowing into my ear. “But I
think what they really need is a double sucking. I’ll
have the left one and Marco can take the right, and
when all you’ve got left on is your glasses we’ll
show you what else we can do together.”
I couldn’t help but gasp and then giggle at his
suggestion before I pulled myself together. “Don’t
you dare talk to me like that” I warned him. “You’ve
got to let me go or else you’ll be in real trouble.”
“Listen, honey,” Marco said hoarsely. “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 if she didn’t want us to,
but we would play a little joke on her.”
Tony took his hands from my boobs and pulled a pair
of skimpy red panties from his pocket – then he held
them up and pulled them apart to show they were
crotchless ones. A baggage tag was attached to them
with a big safety pin.
“What we’re going to do is to write your name down on
this tag. I guess that won’t be a problem since it’s
on your ID. We’ll also write down the name and
address of the office building and the name of the
company you work for. Then we’ll put a little note on
the back of the tag asking anybody who finds these to
hand them in at the building reception desk.”
“And after we’ve done all that,” Marco chuckled,
“We’ll throw them out of this gust gap and then see
what happens after they land in the streets somewhere
down there. Wouldn’t it be a joke if some kind-
hearted passerby did hand them in, hey? Can you
imagine the gossip going around all the offices?”
The shock must have shown in my face. Gossip! The
stories would never end. If that happened 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.
Marco chuckled and hefted my boobs from below again.
“I don’t know if you’re thinking what the other lady
thought,” Marco whispered softly into my ear. “What I
do know was that there and then she offered us a
deal. If we didn’t drop her name down into the street
along with these sexy panties, then she said 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 also said that if there were any other little
favours she could do for us at the same time, all we
had to do was to mention them.”
His hands were on my front, joining Marco’s 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 screwed 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 got taught that lesson right
from the start. The question now, Ms boss-lady, is
would you like to consider making an offer like that?
Or shall we address these panties, then air-mail them
and see if they get handed in?”
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 name
dropped in the central business district attached to
a pair of whore’s knickers. What was more, I was
reaching a stage of mind where I could understand
exactly why the other woman had decided it was more
sensible and more fun as well to pay forfeits. I had
no doubt all there had indeed been another woman.
Marco and Tony’s gloating male self-satisfaction was
too obvious an ego trip to be any kind of an act.
“Alright, you guys,” I said with my mouth suddenly
drying. “We’ll go up the tower.”
The breeze gusted, moaning softly through the gap,
fluttering my hair and feeling cool against my hot
cheeks. Tony plucked the hem of the blouse up out of
my skirt and took my breasts fully in his hands
again, ruffling up folds of the blouse’s silky
material around the stiff cups. Calmly and carefully,
he began to unbutton the front of my blouse. “Lift
your arms up,” Tony 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 blouse up over
my wrists like a raised flag of surrender. Then Marco
plucked it away. There was a moment of silence as I
stood with my arms still raised, whilst both of them
seemed to be savoring the sight of me with only my
bra and pearls left on above the waist.
“By God, there’s some poundage in those two,” Marco
chuckled. “I could strain my back hefting those
around.”
Tony laughed and squeezed my bra cups again: “Don’t
worry about it, Marco, Alison will help you fill in
the worker’s accident form, explaining what
happened.”
“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.
“Jesus,” 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 ass again. Marco bent lower
and gave one of my earrings a tiny tug.
“See this?” He was holding up my blouse with the ID
badge directly in front of my eyes. “It used to mean
you were a boss but now it means you’re ours –
otherwise I’ll toss this out at the next gust gap, ID
and all. That’d be a lot worse for you than the
panties would have been. 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 these cunning pair of bastards
everything they wanted from me. It was also about
then that I realised that I would have been
disappointed if they 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 hands still resting firmly
on the seat of my dress as he almost pushed me up the
steps.
At the next gap Marco stopped at the light and turned
around. “Step up here, Rapunsel, and open my fly
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.”
Thank you for nothing, you shit. 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 I’d met, standing up and demanding all the
attention it could get. But I had to let it go as
Tony wriggled the hem of my slip up over my waist and
pulled it over my head. And then he held it there
with the tangled silk pulled tightly over my face
like a mask and my arms trapped inside it. 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 the body mould girdle around
my hips that he was finding so funny.
“Oh boy! Grab this slip for a minute, Marco.”
“Sure thing.” I felt the material jerk as Marco
grabbed it.
“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 the fingers tap-danced down
into the gap between the bottom of the girdle and the
panties. My defenses were well and truly 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. I heard Marco’s voice.
“What do you know, I guess she must be ticklish just
about all over”.
“A lot of underbrush down here, Marco. 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 was 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 say. “Yes, master,
I need fucking!”
“No need to be shy, gal. You shout it out as loud as
you can, so we can all hear you.”
I shouted the same words into the clinging fabric as
loudly as I could, feeling stupid and humiliated and
resentful at being treated like a marine recruit.
Marco grunted in satisfaction: “That’s better,
Rapunsel. Let’s see what else we can do to get your
snatch nicely steaming.”
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. Something cold
slipped underneath my left bra strap and then the
left cup was sagging as the strap parted. The same
thing happened on the other side, the strap slashed
right across in one stroke. 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 happen.
And me in the middle, my panties down around my
thighs, my face still covered by my 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 up over 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, my slip hanging down in folds like
a collapsed parachute over Marco’s work 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 as they laughed.
“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
them!”
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 sure you’ve never
been in a threesome before, Rapunsel?”
“No – a foursome. At least I think it was.”
Tony squawked with laughter: “You don’t know? I gotta
hear this. How about taking her up to the next gap,
Marco and listening to this confession?”
“Sure, let’s leave a trail of clothing all the way up
to the boudoir.”
He pulled the slip down over my hands and dropped it
the steps. “Please put my blouse down as well, in
case you wrinkle it,” I asked him. “I’ve got to wear
it out of the building afterwards.”
“Are you going to tell us about your dirty date?”
“Yes, alright!”
“OK”. He carefully laid the blouse down on top of my
slip. “Come on up.”
Again the steps were hard on my feet, though I hardly
noticed it by now. I was dizzy, my head was pounding,
my tits were slopping around in the open, the pulled
down panty waist band tugged around the tops of my
legs at every movement, making me feel ridiculous,
and Tony’s fingers were pushing against my bared ass
like I was riding a rocket sleigh. It was turning out
to be some kind of a day at the office alright – a
towering inferno, I figured.
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 again and I felt the waist
band suddenly go slack around my legs. The panties
had parted straight down the middle like the Red Sea
parting to give access to the Promised Land. I looked
around and saw Tony putting a small knife back in his
tool belt, and then his hand went underneath me
again, up between the remnants of my panties still
hanging from both girdle clips. Shudders of
anticipation went through my snatch as he explored it
and I licked Marco’s slit.
“Not a bad start, Rapunsel,” Marco said, hoarse-
voiced, his fingers in my hair. “You want to tell us
about this foursome deal now?”
“Yes – OK. 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 tip of his
cock, 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. “I had to get those papers back for an
important business meeting the next day. So I went to
the linen room. There wasn’t anybody around that I
could see but the door was unlocked. There were
shelves of sheets and pillowslips. The light didn’t
work but I could see something glowing in the dark 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 there was only a
dim reddish glow. It was on a shelf at waist height.
There was another note pinned to the pillow slip,
saying I had to lie down on my stomach on the pile of
sheets next to the pillow slip. Then I had to call a
number on my cell phone and tell the guy at the other
end I was ready for him.
“I did what the note said. I wriggled in between the
shelves and found that by the time my hips were on
the edge at one end my hair was touching the wall
behind. Sheets and stuff were piled up on each side
so I couldn’t see anything. I was pretty well buried
from the waist on in. So, anyway, I phoned the
number. Whoever was at the other end only mumbled
something but I could hear a guy laughing in the
background somewhere. I was as frightened as hell –
I had to get those papers back though, I had to.”
Marco giggled. “I like the scene, Rapunsel. Love it –
blow me for a while as I think about it.”
Holding his cock steady with my fingers around the
base and cupped underneath his balls I deep throated
him as far as I could. Meanwhile Tony stuck his
tongue in my ear and licked it in a wet swirling
motion as he toyed with my clit. I squealed and
snorted around Marco’s cock at the pleasure he was
giving me. “So did you get your case back, Alison?”
I nodded, well muffled by Marco as his streamlined
erection rubbed insistently at the back of my mouth.
“Hey, let’s take her into the workroom and hear the
rest of it,” Tony suggested.
“OK, OK,” Marco conceded. “Come on up for air,
Rapunsel.”
They both pulled me to my feet, with the halves of my
panties fluttering around my legs in the breeze.
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 beads
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,
steadied it as it swayed like a hammock, rolled me
over onto my back, and then each guy 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 spread-eagled wide open,
with the centerpiece of the display one well
lubricated pussy eager to meet a willing partner. A
desire soon granted because Tony threw away his
helmet, knelt down, grinned at me between my opened
thighs and then peeled my cunt lips apart as if it
was a juicy orange he was getting ready to eat. I
squealed and rolled my eyes around, looking for
Marco. He was getting his gear off in quick time.
“Tell me the story, Momma!” Tony demanded. He
encouraged me with the tip of his tongue against my
clit and I whimpered.
“I heard the door of the linen room open. There were
footsteps, I don’t know how many. Somebody had a
radio on, not too loud. I heard the door close again.
My face was down into the sheets I was on, I couldn’t
see anything, I couldn’t hear very much but I knew
there was movement behind me. A lot of movement,
maybe. I heard a lot of sniggers and giggles and then
the bottom of my skirt got pulled up and tucked
underneath my waist. All I had on underneath was a
pair of panties. Then they started spanking me.”
Tony pushed a finger deep inside me as he kept on
licking the hard little switch that was blasting my
entire body with shots of pure adrenaline. Instead of
rolling my eyes I grabbed at my tits and rolled them
around for the boys: I could feel my trapped leg
muscles vibrating against the supporting straps like
a ship’s rigging in a gale. Marco was listening to me
wide eyed and seemed to be taking forever to get his
boots off.
“I don’t know what they were using, a cane maybe but
every stroke sure smarted. I squealed a lot because I
figured that was what they wanted. Pretty soon they
had my panties coming down. That was terrifying
because I could feel two hands on each of my legs as
they were pulling them off me and the spanking never
missed a beat as it was happening. Of course that was
the deal, to let me know I was going to get gang
fucked by a bunch of guys I couldn’t even see.”
Marco strode over, naked as a jaybird, his prick
swinging in front of him like a lowered gun aimed
straight at me. “Stand aside, Tony, coming through.”
Tony stood up, grinned at me, and then moved to his
left. Marco stepped up to the plate, grabbed his pink
tipped bat, eased it into foul territory, then
grabbed my legs and pulled me forward for the first
innings from the visitors’ team. It was an all the
way home run, longer than I’d ever dreamed possible
and I shouted and clutched onto the two straps next
to my arms like a subway passenger in a train crash.
Which was something like true because I felt as if I
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. Then
Tony bent over the dish, scrunched my nipples up in
his hands and bent down to bite on them, and I would
have happily died for him as well.
“So did they screw you, Alison?
“Of course the bastards screwed me! They fucked my
cunt and arse with baby oil until I thought I was
dead and gone to heaven!”
Tony laughed, pulled down his opened jeans, grabbed
my hand and placed it on his massively veined
erection: At the same time Marco put his hands on my
hips and began swinging the dish to match a series of
savage lunges into my pussy. Between that and Tony
tugging at my teats, it was a ride on the highest,
deepest, most thrilling roller coaster ever built,
then multiplied God knows how many times. It was sex
with steroids. I screeched like an owl at midnight,
moaning and trying to blow away the scraps of
Styrofoam somehow sticking to my face and lips. I
began coming, coming in huge waves that turned me
from a rational human being into a jerking bundle of
muscles and nerves with Marco’s bull strong body
pounding away between my trapped legs. 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 from
the straps and I was rolled over onto my side. The
movement dislodged my glasses and as I was trying to
straighten them a hand grabbed my right ankle, then
lifted it up at an impossibly high angle in the air,
as if I was some kind of a ballet dancer. I yelped
and another cock slammed straight into me at an
angle, which really was screwing me. Tony was astride
my left leg, his own legs clamped around it like a
raunchy dog, still holding my right leg way up in the
air over his shoulder as he rammed right up me: his
cock was slipping in and out of my cunt with
squelching noises like an old fashioned hand pump
sucking up water. I bawled with passion, throwing
handfuls of packing beads into the air like confetti.
“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 fucked while we’ve been working here.” He
began slamming into me even harder.
“Look to the left, Rapunsel. Look left!” With my head
half buried and my glasses tilted askew again I could
hardly look anywhere though I saw the brilliant white
light 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 by anybody who wants you.”