Chapter 1
Springy, with lights dancing in her blue-grey eyes, Patricia Callahan slid her lithe, sinuous, girlish figure into the new uniform she was to wear as an elevator operator. It was bright red, with a tight jacket pressing against her large, firm breasts, belying the fact she was not quite sixteen. She had lied about her age, and somehow or other the woman in school, where she had gotten her working papers, had not thought to ask for her birth certificate. So her working papers stated she was sixteen.
The bottom of the uniform was the briefest of miniskirts, with a matching pair of panties. Everything fitted a bit snugly, emphasizing the delicious roundness of Pat's already shapely form. She combed her fluffy black hair while looking in the mirror. Then she put on the box-shaped little cap that went with the uniform and she was ready. Leaving the ladies' room on the main floor, she went to the little storage room and hung her clothing in the tiny closet, inside. Now she was ready to go to work.
Stopping one more time to make sure her turned-up nose wasn't shiny, Pat hurried out to the front hallway of the modern super structure. It was a mid-town building with business offices on the bottom three floors, and residences on the upper fifteen. Many of the people who lived in the building also rented office space, as well. With the energy crisis being what it was, an office in the same building as one's apartment meant one didn't need a car to drive to and from work. This not only saved gasoline, but a lot of time.
Although most buildings had self-service elevators, it was considered fashionable to have an attractive girl operating each of this particular building's six elevators during the day. At night, the elevators became self-service.
"You get the special elevator," the tall, ogling elevator starter told Pat. He was slender, with blond hair, and a mustache. His large eyes stared at her with interest since she was the new girl. The other girls knew him for the creep he was, and he had no chance of scoring with them. But Pat was new, and Eric, the starter, hoped to make time with her. Like everyone else in the building, he believed her to be at least two years older than she really was.
"What's so special about this elevator?" Pat asked.
"This elevator is the only one to go to the penthouse. Mr. Vane, the lawyer whose offices are on the second floor, lives in the penthouse. He's the building's most important tenant. You do everything he tells you, no questions asked."
"Just what is that supposed to mean?" Pat wanted to know.
"Everything connected with your job," Eric amended. "Now get moving."
And for the next two hours, Pat conscientiously took passengers up and down in the elevator. There was no great trick to pressing the buttons in the chrome-lined elevator, though she did notice one button in the elevator she hadn't seen in any of the others. It had the word OVERRIDE written on it. Not knowing what it was, she left it alone.
At precisely five o'clock, she took the empty elevator up to the second floor in response to a finger on the buzzer lighting up the number "2" on the panel. When the elevator door opened, she found herself facing a self-assured man with blond hair down to the tops of his ears. He was wearing a brown suit, and had a Tiparillo stuck in his mustached mouth. And with him was a pert blonde in a blue mini-dress he called Mary. The blonde was buxom, blue-eyed, and from the wideness of her eyes, seemed more than a little frightened.
"You're new," the man said to Pat as the door closed.
"Yes," she nodded.
"I'm Dave Vane, the attorney," he told her. "Did the starter give you instructions concerning me?"
"Y-Yes," Pat nodded.
"Good. Press the button marked OVERRIDE then remain facing the front of the car. No matter what you hear, face the front of the car."
"My God! Not here!" the blonde woman gasped.
"Here!" Vane told her. "Here there's no chance we'll be interrupted."
Interrupted? Pat thought. Just what did this man have in mind?
Shrugging, she pressed the OVERRIDE button and faced the front of the car.
"Remember," Vane told her. "No matter what you hear, you are not to turn around, under no circumstances are you to press the OVERRIDE button a second time until I tell you."
"Yes sir," Pat agreed.
She heard him drop his plastic-tipped cigar on the floor and crush it out and wondered just what it was he intended doing.
"Now," the strong, insistent, almost gravelly voice of David Vane said to Mary. "I want you to totally relax."
Mary closed her eyes, trembling. This was terrible. He was going to do "things" to her in this elevator, with this strange girl listening in, and there was nothing she'd be able to do. She had to obey Vane. He was defending her brother on a heroin charge. If her brother were to be convicted, he faced a minimum of twenty years in prison ... and then only if he was lucky.
As Mary stared at him, her eyes darting to the back of the girl operating the elevator, she saw Vane move behind her and started when his hands began rubbing her shoulders, loosening the tight muscles in there. Her eyes clamped shut, and her toes in her shoes clenched themselves like little sea anemones. Her full, swollen breasts rose and fell strongly under the silk of her expensive dress. All her clothing was expensive, and one would think a woman wearing this kind of clothing would be able to afford an attorney like David Vane. That she was obviously about to make the first payment in something other than money led one to speculate just how a girl like this managed to afford such clothing.
Mary felt Vane's eyes staring at her full breast. Yes, her swollen mammaries had attracted the eyes of many a man, and had caused more than one to be generous with gifts, though few actually gave her cash. Her breasts rose and fell more and more swiftly, heavy with promise, the deep pink nipples almost visible as they pressed through the transparent bra and dress. The lower part of her dress seemed tapered to her body, revealing the delightful shape of her thighs as far as it went. Her stockinged limbs were plainly visible from above the knee to the ankle, and it was plain this girl had been blessed by Venus, the Goddess of Love. In front, the mini-dress ended just below the juncture of her thighs in such a way to make every man think himself able to see what lay beneath. David Vane was positive her Mount of Venus was full and pouting, with a thick hedge of blonde curls.
"Dear Mary," he whispered, as the elevator, touching the bottom automatically, stopped, then began rising.
Pat wasn't sure what she heard when Vane took the blonde woman's palm and brought it to his lips in a lip smacking kiss. Still, she faced front, not daring to turn around. She even closed her eyes this time, not wanting the couple behind her to think she was spying on them by looking at their smeared reflections in the chrome of the elevator door.
The touch of Vane's tongue on Mary's palm sent fire blistering through her blood vessels. Sounds were going off in her head, warning her. Though she had allowed many men to woo her and win her favors, everything had always been concluded in a nice, soft bed. To be taken this way, almost violently-in an elevator of all places-seemed so vulgar, so common.
"Step out of your shoes," Vane ordered.
Is he crazy? Pat asked herself. Why would he want a girl to take off her shoes in an elevator.
Though she had read about the birds and the bees, Pat had never had any direct contact with boys in a sexual sense, and was totally incapable of conceiving just what it was the man was planning.
Mary stepped out of her shoes and Vane kicked them to the front of the elevator, out of the way. Pat stared down at them, amazed the blonde had obeyed the lawyer.
"Look ... Mr. Vane ... " Mary began.
"Dave," Vane insisted.
"Look, Dave, please, please, can't we go somewhere a bit more private ... "
"This is very private," he insisted, making her gasp as she felt his hand grip her jaws while his arm was suddenly around her, tightly pinning her body.
Suddenly Mary found her mouth caught by his in a slow, agonizing kiss that literally sucked all the breath out of her lungs. His tongue probed into her mouth, seeking, investigating, becoming more and more daring in its searching. Mary pushed at Vane's shoulders, but it was futile. The young, twenty-seven-year-old lawyer was very strong. She was unable to break his kisses though she desperately tried pulling her head away. Her mind was screaming. This man is no lawyer, he's a ravisher. But she was fully aware of just how good a lawyer Dave Vane was. When it came to using his mouth to charm juries, there was no one like this young man. He had been practicing law for only four years, and he had already risen to the top of his profession.
My God! Mary thought. What am I doing in this elevator, allowing this man to debase me like this? What must that girl think?
Pat, still facing front, had no idea what to think. She was a total innocent, and wouldn't have believed what was happening if someone had shouted it out to her.
Mary writhed, but Vane held her tight, delighting in the way she squirmed. He liked his women to be animated and not lumps of meat who surrendered to him merely to get it over with. Eventually, the struggling ones all moved the way he wanted them to move. Her expensive perfume filled Vane's nostrils, made even more exciting by the heady scent of her feminine flesh. Her mouth tasted like rich bourbon, and she wriggled as his arm crushed her all the more tightly to him. God! This woman was a fighter, all right. She made the whole thing worthwhile. From the moment she had walked into his office he had desired her, and now her body was about to be his, because like so many other gorgeous women, she hadn't the financial wherewithal to pay him. And now that he had her, he had no intention of letting her get away.
His hand slid down the slender column of her delicate throat, feeling the pulse beat maddeningly in its fleshy surrounding. Now his hand moved further down, finding the swell of her large breast, so magnanimous in size, his big, bony hand was barely able to cover it. It felt heavy and full, as if bloated with the honey he was sucking from between her tasty lips.
Mary's breath was coming in trembling shudders through her widened nostrils as she felt his hand cup the fullness of her swollen teat. And her breast betrayed her by responding to the pressure of the man's fingers, the nipple becoming turgid against her bra and dress as his palm rubbed it again and again. Little bursts of shooting flame charged through her. She sighed in spite of herself, and decided struggling would only make the elevator girl concentrate more intently on what was happening. So she relaxed.
David Vane's mouth moved then, covering her cheeks, her eyelids, running along the shell shape of her ear, then moving down to the side of her throat. Now one of his hands was massaging the nape of her neck as well as her shoulder blades. The other hand swept across the hills of her massive breasts, then circled beneath them, cupping them, moving like a victorious spider crawling over its prey before devouring it.
Pat wondered what was happening, but didn't dare open her eyes as she remained facing forward. The sounds were sending all kinds of heated thrills surging through her. Feelings she had never known began blistering their way through her entire girlish body, making her breasts rise and fall inside the too-tight jacket. Gosh! What was the man doing to that blonde? And why had he chosen to do it here rather than in a private place as the woman had suggested?
Kissing, licking, and lightly nibbling his way across Mary's beautiful face and throat, Vane felt his thick cock swell and stiffen until it was pushing wildly against the front of his pants. Still, he had no intention of hurrying anything with this delightful, golden-haired angel. No, she was something for him to savor and enjoy like vintage wine. One didn't drink down a treasure like this as if she were some kind of cheap beer. Her large breasts were swelling even more under the continuing caress of his moving hand, wriggling like kittens in a sack, anxious to come out.
Mary shuddered as Vane's fingers found the button at the top of her dress. Damn it all, the thing wouldn't slip through the loop. The blonde bit her lip to keep herself from shrieking as Vane literally ripped the button from her dress. It went rolling along the floor of the elevator, stopping between Pat's feet. The young elevator girl risked a glance down and saw the button. Now she became even more curious as to what was happening, but she didn't dare look. She needed this job very badly. Her parents were both working, but the bills and the household expenses were so great, neither was able to give her an allowance. So she needed this job, if only to buy necessities.
The sound of ripping cloth made her even more curious, but Pat was determined not to turn around and look at what was happening.
Mary dug her nails into her palms to keep herself from shrieking. This was an expensive dress, and Vane was ruining it beyond repair. Yet she had to keep her mouth shut. The woman saw the attorney staring at the full-fleshed mounds pushing against her transparent bra. They were two lovely hillocks with pink tips that were rapidly turning red as they filled with blood. From the way he was licking his lips, it was plain he was determined to have her nipples in his mouth. A moment later his hands caught the flimsy material of the taut, transparent brassiere, and he tugged, hard. With a loud rip, the bra tore free, completely exposing the blonde woman's gloriously large, upstanding breasts.
"Eeeee!" she shrieked, unwittingly, and Pat flinched, clenching her eyes shut, aching to turn around as more and more heat traveled through her young, unknowing body.
Mary also shut her eyes as Vane's hands cupped and filled themselves with the nakedness of her full breasts. He lowered his head and pulled a nipple between his lips, sucking strongly, as if trying to suck marrow from a bone. The sweetness of her nipple seemed to fill his entire mouth, and he sucked all the more fervently and ardently. Mary's arms rose and automatically wrapped themselves around the lawyer's head, pressing his face all the more firmly against her bosom as his mouth continued to nourish itself on the tastiness of her nipple.
The syrupyness of the blonde's flesh made Vane shudder and quake with delight. His hand cupped her other globe of soft fullness.
The elevator reached the top of the shaft, stopped for a moment, then slowly began its descent. Pat remained standing, facing away from the noisy couple behind her. She kept her eyes tightly shut, but the sounds were making her burn with curiosity. Was the man doing what it sounded as if he was doing? If so, what did it look like? More important, how did the woman called Mary feel? Was it really a good feeling?
Mary trembled as Vane sucked deeply, his lips pulling while his tongue wildly licked the reddened extension of her tasty nipple. His teeth chewed as if on red licorice. She saw him gnaw as if her nipple was a sugared gumdrop. And when his mouth had done everything possible to the rosy tip, it kissed its way across her breast and began working on her other nipple.
"Oooooooh Lorrrrrddduuuuhhhh!!!" the blonde woman moaned, feeling wildly ecstatic in spite of what she believed was a total lack of privacy. Her breath hissed out from between clamped teeth as her arms clutched his head all the more tightly to her breast.
As far as Vane was concerned, he was sucking on ambrosia, and the saliva building in his throat flowed like liquid fire into his stomach, charging his balls, making the eggs inside enlarge while the scrotum continued tightening in a crushing grip around them. His solid prick swelled and lifted in his pants as it prepared to reach out and go to work.
Mary was burning up and she knew it. Her skin was probably red with the fire blazing inside her. God! She was hot. She had no idea she contained so much heat. Whatever she had done with all the others had been almost dispassionate, since she was always doing it for the expensive gifts they gave her. True, she was doing this in return for what Vane would do for her brother. Still, she was reacting as she had never reacted, before. She no longer knew or cared where she was, nor did she really care why. All she did know was, she had to get closer to this lusting man who caused her body to ignite.
He began removing the rest of her clothing, and Mary no longer cared about the girl running the elevator. The tatters of her bra, shredded, lay in a corner on the elevator floor, and with his hot mouth no longer covering her breasts, she felt cold. Mary trembled, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, raising them and pushing them together, tightly.
"C'mere," Vane commanded, opening his arms to her, inviting her to come to him. She took one step and fell into his embrace, feeling his arms wrap themselves around her hips as he lowered his head, pressing his face into the tight cleavage between her full-blown breasts. "Maybe you've been fucked before," he hoarsely whispered, raising his head to her face, "but this time you're gonna find out what it feels like to be loved."
Mary swayed on her feet, held upright by the ring of his arms. One of his hands rose, found the top of her zipper at the base of her neck, and slowly pulled it down. When the dress was pulled off her arms, its tattered front revealing it would never be worn again, Vane slid it down her hips, pulling it off. His fingers gripped her pantyhose and yanked the flimsy material over her hips and buttocks, letting it fall to her feet where he slid the nylon from her shapely ankles and feet. Last, but not least, he pulled her panties down, revealing the dark bush of her pubic hair, letting him know she bleached her hair. She stood in the far corner of the elevator, her feet standing on the pedestal of her underclothing, and the way Vane's eyes roamed over her flesh made Mary feel like a love deity. She stood in the elevator, proud in her nudity, her shoulders way back, her breasts thrusting, waist and hip and thigh indented in sweet rolling curves. Her full pubic mound swelled softly in the dark moss planted above her secret interior, hidden inside the valley formed by her joined thighs.
Pat shuddered as the scent of the woman's perfumed flesh crawled into her nostrils. Golly! She ached to spin around and stare at what they were doing. Fire trickled through her anxious blood vessels, and her fists were clenched so tightly, her nails were making half-moon cuts in her palm. What was this strange sensation that was overtaking her, causing her to burn so? Why did the sounds and scents of what was taking place behind her make her body tremble in wanton desire? No one was touching her. No one was whispering into her ear. Nothing was externally happening to her. Why should she feel so internally ablaze?
Vane looked at the proud blonde in long, sweeping glances, saying nothing. At last he said, "We're going to do it slowly, very slowly, do you understand?"
Pat listened, trying to discern Mary's reply, but the blonde merely nodded, making no other sound. Mary's eyes searched Vane's face, waiting for his next command. It came as the elevator touched the bottom of the shaft, stopped, then slowly began rising again.
"You came to me for help for your brother," Vane said. "Well, I'm not only going to help him, but by the time I'm through with you, you'll find I'll have helped you, as well. You'll never think of something like this as a deed you have to do, but rather as something you want to do."
Pat trembled as she felt Vane's jacket strike the backs of her thighs as he whipped it off and threw it away. Then he was removing the rest of his clothing, and the rustling was so loud Pat had to open her eyes. She stared straight ahead, at the chrome door. What she saw reflected she was certain wasn't real. The metallic chrome had to be reflecting a distorted image. No man sported anything like that between his thighs. Gee! It looked to be almost as long as the foot-long ruler she used to take to school. She had no time for further deliberation, seeing the man's pants, shoes, and shirt scattered all over the floor, along with his underwear.
Mary also stared at the naked Vane. She had never seen a thick cock as long as the one sported by this man. Where her flat belly was soft, his was hard. Where her breasts were large, round, and consistently moving as if being manipulated by marionette strings, his flat chest was hairy and firm. Where she was indented between her thighs, he was outstanding and solid.
The man stepped to the blonde woman, taking her cheeks between his two palms, kissing her softly, gently, as if she were some fragile doll. The woman's eyes filled with tears, knowing she was this man's slave and would succumb to his every desire. That they were in an elevator no longer mattered. Had they been exhibited in Macys' window she would have agreed to whatever this man wanted. His embrace became firmer, and then he was lifting her, holding her naked body in his arms, kissing her again and again. Mary felt she had someone on whom she was able to depend. She felt exalted, adored, loved, and not just an object in whom a man's sperm was to be deposited. And it was insane, because she was in a moving elevator, with a female elevator operator who, even if she was seeing nothing, heard everything. Yet Mary didn't care. Being here seemed to add spice to it all. Her head fell against Vane's shoulder as she shut her eyes.
Pat continued to watch the reflections in the chromed door. Seeing this excited her all the more, and she felt water starting to boil in her own vagina. Wow! She was on fire.
Though Mary was a full-fleshed woman, Vane held her as if he were holding a rag doll. She felt like a doe about to be ravaged by a mighty stag.
Most of Mary's hairpins had fallen out, making tiny tinny sounds as they hit the floor, and her long, bleach-blonde hair tumbled down in great waves. She looked up into Vane's cock-sure face and smiled as he knelt and put her body down on the elevator floor with only his clothing to shield her from the cold, dirty floor. As her buttocks touched the shirt he had been wearing, he kissed her forehead lightly, and she reached up to caress his face.
Pat took all this in, seeing how mesmerized Mary was by Vane's behavior. She wondered if she, too, would fall under the spell of such a man were he to try making love to her. The mere thought thrilled her. She stared, wide-eyed, by now well aware neither of the others noticed her presence. Yet she remained facing forward, not daring to turn around for fear of losing her job. She needed the job, badly.
Vane, on his knees with his pants underneath, let his mouth trace all kinds of invisible map-lines all over her lovely face and voluptuous body. His lips moved from her ear lobe to her cheek, to her mouth, down to her neck, then to her breasts, her navel, her thighs, her knees, and even her toes. And then he traced his way back again. Then he lay down beside her and pulled her tightly against his body. Mary felt wild heat surging through her writhing body. She was trembling and gasping with tightly closed eyes as she pressed herself close to this strange man who was building such blistering heat inside her. The blonde felt as if she had lost all control over her body and mind. She was part of this, yet she felt as if she were watching it from afar. The woman found herself lusting for his tenderly brutal lips. She ached for the pressure of his sharp, white teeth, and Mary actually felt his eyes burning into her flesh as his talented hands continued wandering over her in waves ... slow, mounting waves; waves that threatened to drown her entirely in deep and delirious desire. That hot mouth of his ... Christ! It really was burning hot ... seemed to burn her each time it touched her tender flesh, yet she ached to feel more of it and whimpered when he took it away, only to put it back moments later in an even better place.
"You are stunningly beautiful," he told her, moaning in her shell-shaped ear.
Mary felt the entire modular length of her body being pressed to him, and it was so wonderful ... so truly wonderful. Her breath was burning in her lungs, and she realized she was holding it as his tongue began making circular movements in her ear. The moisture from his tongue-tip dried moments later when he breathed hot breath into her aural cavity.
Pat stared, watching the man's technique, admiring how he continued whispering to keep the woman under his spell, even when kissing her. The sight built new fires in her, and she tried imagining herself in place of the blonde woman. But to do that meant shutting her eyes, and that meant blocking out all the wonderful delicious sights and sounds. No, no, she had to watch, and she was forced to keep her hands at her sides, though her panties were already wet, and she ached to pull the crotch away from her tender flesh. She knew it wasn't any kind of voiding liquid, but rather a hot, sticky sauce she'd never known was inside her. And as she stared hard at the reflection in the chrome door, she saw the heated, sticky, colorless flow running down the insides of Mary's thighs, as well. So she wasn't alone in her feelings. The other girl felt things, too, and in the same way as she. But because the man was touching Mary, Pat was certain the blonde girl felt everything so much more intensely, and she yearned to know that feeling.
"You were made for pleasure," Pat heard Vane tell the lovely blonde woman. "Not just for the giving of pleasure, but for the receiving of it, as well. Only a man could give you this kind of pleasure, and I'm that man. I'll give you more pleasure than you've ever known."
Pat saw Vane's eyes suddenly turn toward her, to make certain she was still facing front. He looked in the chrome door for an instant, and their reflected eyes met. His twinkled, as if to tell the young girl it was all right for her to watch ... that way. If she watched carefully, she might learn something.
Vane's teeth caught the blonde woman's ear lobe, and Mary felt a sharp pain. The pain became pleasure, and the pleasure became warm delight flooding her body. Then his working tongue slid down the tender inside of her upper arm and made her writhe before moving back to her ear. It stabbed into the center of her ear with hot, penis-like thrustings, a moist little poniard designed to prickle her to full arousal.
"Hhuuunnnggghhh!" Mary moaned, pulling his mouth to hers, feeling the searing plunge of his tongue in her throat.
The heated hollow of her tender mouth was merely a foretaste of the burning vestibule covered by curtains of flesh locked between her soft, full thighs. She knew it was just a matter of minutes before he sank himself into the sodden well of her womanhood. True, he'd promised to do it slowly, intending to savor every little bit of it, and so she decided she would savor it, as well. Mary wondered how much longer the man intended waiting before burying himself inside her.
Vane knew he wasn't dealing with a virgin, but he had no idea just how experienced this woman really was. She might be used to only one or two men, or she might have handled as many as a regular hoyden. It was obvious she was enjoying what he was doing to her, but he was unable to tell whether she was actually starved for an orgasm herself, or she'd had so many of them her body was able to become aroused in an instant. He was inclined to believe, despite her experiences, she was still relatively new to climaxes, herself. Her responses were totally natural, but seemingly new.
Mary gasped, realizing she was hot, very hot. She had never been this hot with any other man. She didn't know if it was Vane, or the idea she was in a moving elevator. She had lost count of how many times it had reached the top, then reached the bottom. All she knew was, it seemed to be continually moving, and the movement added to her lust. No wonder Vane wanted to do things in the elevator.
Pat stared at the beautiful, incredibly round breasts of the bleached blonde. She saw how unbelievably sensitive were the nipples of the horizontal woman. Each time Dave Vane touched them with his fingers or lips, the blonde woman squealed and writhed, maddeningly. She wondered if her own nipples were equally sensitive, but didn't dare lift her hand to her breast to find out, now. When Vane's fingers approached Mary's nipples, the nubs seemed to harden just a little bit more, standing up and waiting to be caressed.
Mary felt floods of water dripping from her drenched pussy. Fire flamed inside, and sperm was the only fluid capable of extinguishing it.
Mary gasped as one of Vane's hands slid along her pale, silken thigh, caressing her smooth hip, running across her taut, soft belly and down to the feathered edge of her muff to find it flooded with her love juices. Lord! She knew she was wet, but she had no idea she was this wet. Christ! She ached for the massive length she had seen to be wedged inside her. Even now, she felt the huge cock rubbing against her leg, and she wished he'd stuff it into her and give her a reaming to set her libido off in a thousand directions at once. God! She wanted him to cram that thick, gigantic hunk of solid meat into her throbbing, narrow, silken crevice until she screeched with total delight.
"Mary," he gasped, pressing his lips to her throat. "Sweet, soft, wonderful Mary," and he slowly, carefully wormed a finger into the mired depths of her clutching, twitching, shuddering, sodden vagina.
Mary remembered how like a frightened little girl she had been when meeting with Vane in his office, earlier. She had been told, by a girl friend, that Vane occasionally gave his services in return for physical pleasure and a small monetary fee when the girl didn't have a lot of money. She had been certain she was good enough to give the man one hell of a good time, but his self-assurance totally overpowered her, making her cower. And he had further reduced her to his overpowering will. He would be giving his legal service to her brother, and his physical services to her. He was going to fuck her, and it was no longer a question of her doing it as payment for his legal services. Rather it was a question of who was getting the most enjoyment from all this.
"Huunngghh!" she gasped, as the elevator made one of its stops and changed direction. She no longer knew whether she was going up or down, now. Mary lay back, letting Vane do as he wished, alternately rising and sinking on the swells of oncoming delight. She seemed to float, then she sank only to rise once more, hobbling with the tide that washed over her, repeatedly.
"Christ!" Vane gasped, and unable to control himself, slid on top of her.
Mary thrilled to the pressure of his weight on top of her, aching to hold him forever ... naked, afire, totally enveloping. His knobby knees pushed her thighs wide apart and the blonde felt the massive, burgeoning penis, thick and long against her belly like a blunt knife. Yes, yes, she needed him inside her. Dear Lord! How she needed him. She involuntarily arched up, shoving her pelvis up to meet his.
Pat watched as Vane pulled back rather than plunge right into the woman. By now, she knew that entire length of flesh rod was real and not merely a distortion in the chrome door. She saw him grip it in his hand, and then his other hand gripped Mary's hair, raising her head to let the blonde take one last good look at his swollen member.
"Mary, you living doll," he muttered, "take a good look at this cock of mine. I'm going to split you with this and keep on pumping until you come, screaming. And because this elevator has been specially soundproofed, no one but the chickie standing there is going to hear you. And even she won't turn around."
"Fuck me," Mary told him, "but don't hurt me."
"I'll do my best," he insisted, "but my length and breadth are a little more than the average woman can take. If it hurts, don't worry. The pain'll soon go away."
Pat saw the change come over the blonde girl. It was obvious Mary had adapted herself to the idea of being pronged in the elevator, but she had no wish to feel pain. Yet pain was exactly what she was going to feel, and from the terror widening her eyes, it was obvious the blonde woman didn't want it. She was staring in horror at the blood-engorged instrument he was waving up and down, and both females heard Vane tell Mary, "You need more than a fucking, honey. You need to learn to love it. And I'm just the guy to teach it to you."
Mary shrank in horror and disgust, a panic gripping her intestines. She suddenly felt as if she had been snapped out of a hypnotic spell. God! What was she doing with this maniac of a madman? Hell! She had no idea. She felt awakened as if someone had splashed ice water all over her. Her dumb brother had gotten himself into one fix after another, and she was always bailing him out. Now she had been reduced to using her body to free him. This was horrible. How the devil did she allow this complete stranger to strip her in a moving elevator? What evil spell had this crazy man cast over her to get her, Mary Rath, in this maddening posture, all set to ... hell! Was this really happening?
"No!" she suddenly yelled, and her shout made Pat jump a little. "I don't want to do this. You let me go," she screamed.
"No way," Vane grunted. "You are about to be devoutly, deliciously, delightfully, consummately fucked." And he slammed her down on the elevator floor. "I'm going to fuck you like you have never had it in your whole life."
Mary began struggling, calling to Pat for help, but Pat knew better than to move. She felt sorry for the blonde woman, but she didn't dare budge from where she was standing. It had taken her a long time to find this job, and she had no intention of looking for another one. It might take weeks, and the next job might pay less and be more demanding.
Mary was pushing at Vane's face, trying to scratch his eyes out with her nails. She wanted to rip his tongue out of his head for daring to speak so vilely to her. A maddening rage came over her, and she fought like an insane lioness. They were rolling all over the elevator floor and even hit Pat's legs a couple of times.
As far as Mary was concerned, the man was insane, and she was just as crazy. She had to be crazy. How had she allowed herself to get into this position. From now on her damned brother was going to fend for himself. He got himself into trouble, let him get himself out. Her body was not a tool to be used at the whims of the men able to help her brother. The hell with him, from now on.
Vane pinned her to the floor, keeping her writhing body flat, with her thighs wide apart. As far as he was concerned, all women loved rape, and this blonde was just begging for it. Christ! How people consistently lied to themselves. Well it was up to him to convince her she had been lying to herself.
Perspiration shone on Mary's forehead and her face was a mask of twisted agony because of her useless attempts to fight him off. Tears continued flooding down her cheeks, wetting the hair at her temples. Mary's eyes shone with a combination of tears and animal fright. Pat, staring in the chrome door, was able to see the horror in the blonde woman's eyes. She was also able to see how it aroused Dave Vane that much more, and this sent another bolt of desire through her. She had no idea what these feelings were, never having experienced them, before. But she did know they enveloped her, and she wanted to feel more, stronger sensations. She saw the thick penis moving between Mary's thighs, and though his balls were no longer dangling, they were swollen and ready to burst. He was reveling in Mary's discomfiture.
It was true. Vane loved a woman who put up a struggle. His hot, bubbling semen, churning in his balls, was all set to leave by way of his throbbing cock. Christ! He had to let the wad out soon, and it had to be inside this luscious blonde.
Mary turned her head, trying to bite Vane's arm, and he chose that moment, with the penis aimed directly between her sodden, taut labia, to lunge forward. Mary felt the thick wand split her teeming twat wide apart as it literally forced its way into her hot, sticky, dripping pussy. Her vaginal walls were so tight, even as the knifing cock sank its full, thick length into her, they clutched the phallus as tightly as a vise.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!!" Mary screamed in agony, writhing insanely as maddening pain stretched her taut cuntal walls wide apart.
Pat stared, seeing Dave had the woman totally impaled on his throbbing penis. And when the woman's screams became too loud, he thrust his tongue into Mary's mouth, using it as a gag to silence her. Pat saw his entire length of phallic solidity was completely buried in the throbbing depths of Mary's widely stretched nookie. Now his tongue reached as far into her throat as possible, filling it totally and completely. His palms were pressing strongly on her arms, pinning them to the floor, his knees had Mary's thighs wedged far apart.
Lord! Mary had no idea just how wet and tight she was, inside. In spite of the pain, her slippery wetness allowed his entire thick reed to fill her vaginal hallway, stuffing it as it had never been clogged, before. Her cervix felt the swollen head of his penis slide past, actually pushing it aside. It was as if she were being filled with some unearthly length. All other penile heads were content to bump themselves against the mouth of her womb, and then withdraw. This one sank much deeper, actually bypassing the womb, almost pressing it against one side of her vaginal chamber.
Mary lay there, a totally helpless victim, feeling stuffed as never before. The man wasn't moving. He was holding her down, keeping her filled with his prong. All of her was helplessly trapped under the man's weight, and her sensuous moanings only aroused Vane all the more. To him, she was a beautiful, wanting, needing woman.
She lay still, refusing to think about what was happening. Mary was determined not to let it mean anything to her, emotionally. He had her body, but there was no way he'd touch her soul. And when this was over, she'd never see this man again. Whether or not he helped her brother was up to him.
But Dave Vane had been through this with so many other women. He knew better. Gripping Mary's jaw, he tugged his mouth from hers, sliding his tongue out.
"All right," he told her, very calmly, his throbbing cock pulsing and vibrating in the churning depths of her steaming pussy, feeling the tautness of her vaginal clinging. "We found out a few things about you, honey. To begin with, you like to lie to yourself. You think what we're doing is perverted. But honey, I'm a lot stronger than you, and I'm going to fuck you, whether or not you agree to it."
"Do it and get it over with," Mary sobbed, as the elevator once again changed direction.
"No, no, it isn't going to be like that. You're an unloved woman who needs love more than anything else. Right now, I can feel the way your cuntal walls are tightly clasping my cock, pulsing around it, throbbing, aching to keep me inside, even if you refuse to admit it. But you won't allow your mind to feel these wonderful sensations."
Pat saw one of his hands rubbing Mary's ass, and for awhile the cheeks tightened. But as the man talked, Pat saw Mary's body visibly relax. The man was kissing away Mary's salty tears, pressing his lips to her eyelids.
"I won't really hurt you, sweet Mary," he told her. "I'm going to make love to you. This is only the first fuck. After we've finished here, in the elevator, we'll go up to my penthouse suite and do it all over again. I'm going to screw you in ways your mind has yet to imagine. Fucking is beautiful because it's a part of loving. And a woman who is fucked is that much more radiant for it. And I'm going to make you utterly stunning."
Mary was weeping silently. Slow tears continued crawling from beneath her eyelids.
"Please ... please ... " was all she was able to gasp.
"I'm going to turn you into the ultimate woman," he assured her.
As Pat watched, he balanced himself on his forearms and knees, then slowly pulled back until only his glands was inside her soft, clinging funnel. And then he slowly, carefully pushed in again ... all the while continuing to kiss away her tears as he whispered soft, sweet words to her in his gravelly voice. His voice seemed to have a soothing effect on her.
Mary didn't know why she did what she did, next. Her arms were no longer held down by his palms, but instead of trying to hurt him, she wrapped her arms around his body. Miraculously, when he slid out again, her hand moved down, gripped his ass cheek, and tugged on his flesh to make him ram it home again. She was fast becoming re-aroused by the pressure of his throbbing cock in the seething depths of her vaginal chamber as her tissues eagerly clung to him.
"Sweet Mary," he chanted. "Isn't this so much better than fighting me? You're something special, you really are."
Her hands were massaging his ass cheeks, pushing him into her harder on every down stroke.
Pat stared wide-eyed, completely amazed at Mary's instant reversal of her role as an antagonist. Her lower body was moving in tandem with the thrusts of the penis constantly shoving in and out. What kind of wonderful mechanism was the male penis to make a woman want it so much after being so terrorized by it, before?
"Oh yes, yes," Mary was gasping. "You're right."
And she realized, he was right. She was panting heavily, her breath audible and gasping. She did need love. None of the other men who had fucked her had offered it to her. With them it was, 'Wham-bam, thank you ma'am,' and then they were gone. No man had taken as much time with her as Dave Vane, and to think it was all taking place on the floor of a moving elevator. She desperately needed to be loved. All those years she had refused the glories of love, and now she was in a position where she had to accept it. That fat, long, marvelous pulsing shaft of his sank so wonderfully into her it was grand and glorious. He drove it into her again and again, and she never wanted it to stop.
"Like it?" he gasped, nailing it in a bit faster and harder.
"Ohhhhhh ... yesssss ... " she hissed. "Fuck me! Fuck me, hard. Keep on fucking me, and don't ever stop."
"Can't stop," he gasped. "My machinery has been set in motion and it can't stop. We'll fuck forever."
Staring, Pat wondered if it was really possible. Would she be locked in this elevator for eternity watching these two repeatedly go at it? The sight was building flames in her she had never before imagined to exist. But to spend the rest of her life watching this without doing something about it was sheer, sadistic torture.
"Fuck me harder!" Mary was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her hips spun and writhed and jerked as her pelvis rose to meet his body again and again. They throbbed out a mounting beat that built them to higher and higher plateaus.
"You have a wonderful cunt," Vane told her.
"Oh, oh that's so good," Mary gasped. "I can feel it all the way up in my throat."
"You ... uhhhh ... got it, baby," he gasped. "I'm fucking my ... uhhhh ... cock all the way ... uuuhhhhhhh ... up into your ... uhhhh ... throat ... Oooooh! I'm ... uhhhhh ... going to fill you ... ohhhhhh ... to overflowinnnnguuuhhh ... oh baby ... baby ... babyyyyyy ... "
"Wonderful ... wonderful ... wonderful ... " the woman groaned, wildly hurling her head from side to side, anticipating the end of this marvelous fuck, "That thick, swollen cock of yours is fucking me as I've never been fucked before. Oh do it, Dave. Fuck me! Fuck me! Keep on fucking me."
The words were words she had used before, merely to arouse the men she had been with, but this was the first time Mary really meant them. Yes, the word
'Fuck' was a wonderful word, and now, for the first time, she was fully able to appreciate its meaning. She was conscious of many things, but the most important thing was that massive cock building love in her cunt. She wished he was flat on his back so she'd be able to ride up and down his pole, just as the elevator was moving up and down inside its own shaft. It continued moving in and out of her tight, sticky cunt until she was certain she'd die of bliss before reaching her satisfaction.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she gasped out. "Yessss! Yesssss! Yessss!"
Her hips ground and rotated in licentious, lewd, lascivious gyrations, milking his jerking cock as he slammed it seemingly deeper and deeper into the clasping, sucking depths of her now-hungry vagina. She felt her eyeballs burning in her head as the simmering juices in her vagina continued boiling over and spilling out of her, down her ass cheeks onto the clothing under her body.
Pat felt she was going to explode. This was the most fabulous thing she had ever witnessed. It was driving her up the wall. Unable to stand still, she was squirming while still facing the front of the elevator. To see and hear all this in a single afternoon, especially since it was her first day on the job, made Pat realize she was somewhat privileged. Sure, there were girls in her school who knew all about things like this from firsthand experience, but they were the kind of girls Pat had always avoided for the most part. And if any girls she did know had enjoyed some of this, they were discreet enough to keep their mouths shut. She realized this was something she'd never be able to discuss with anyone.
"Ohhhhhh yeeeaaahhhhh!!!" Dave Vane cried out. "I'm gonna ... come ... soon ... uhhhh ... "
"Wait for me," Mary was begging. "Oh please, wait for me."
Her legs and thighs tightly clutched the moving man's pumping body, clinging to him, clutching him to her, sucking him in again and again. He was being pulled into the swirling vortex of her being, and felt the woman would explode at any moment. She had changed, just as he had anticipated, but she was far more sensuous than even he had believed. This one would be good for two or three more fucks in the future.
Dave Vane ground his cock in all the harder. Her nails sank into his back and suddenly they were drawing long, bloody swaths across his spine, cutting across the scars of previous cuts. A roar built higher and higher in his spinning skull. Yeah, this was terrific cunt, all right.
Mary clung to him wildly, bouncing her buttocks on the floor beneath, using it to piston herself up to his groin, riding up and down the length of his thrusting pole again and again. He hammered, battered and banged away at her. Her solid loins came together, tightly wrapped around his waist. The sound of their bellies meeting ... "splatt!" reverberated throughout the closed elevator, and it drove Pat even crazier with anxiety.
Belly continued hitting belly as cock continued slamming into cunt. Vane felt the moment was almost there.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes," Mary cried out, gasping, straining and arching.
Vane felt the burning, steaming stream of seed in his balls would split his scrotum wide open if it wasn't released. He had to come. He just had to come.
Mary felt her belly lurching, and she knew she was less than seconds away from coming. True, she had felt climaxes when a little girl, and masturbating. But not once had she ever enjoyed an orgasm with a cock inside her. On rare occasions some man would go down on her and lick her clit until she came, but even that wasn't too much. This, on the other hand, was going to be terrific. She knew the pressure building in her had mounted too high to merely settle back. She was going to reach a peak, all right, but it was going to be the highest peak she had ever known.
"Harder! Harder! Harder!" she screamed.
"YAHHAAGGGGGHHHHH!" The sound of Dave Vane orgasming burst in Pat's ears. She didn't believe it possible for two human beings to be so uncontrolled. But from what she saw reflected in the chrome door, she realized both Vane and Mary had lost any and all control over themselves. So this was how it all ended. Wow! Wow! And then, without warning, Pat felt the orgasm burst inside her. It wasn't a large one, but the pressure of her outer labia rubbing against her clitoris, mingled with the friction of her panties, set her orgasm off. Pat clenched her mouth shut tightly, letting the small climax surge through her body as Mary, on the floor behind her, shouted, "EEEEEEYYYYYYYIIIIIIAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
As she stood there, recovering from her own minor crisis, she heard the two giggling as they rolled together on the floor. Some moments later, she heard them stand and put on what was left of their clothes, and as she let them off at Vane's penthouse, she felt the man press something in her hand.