Chapter 3
Randall Clark managed to free the three people in one of the other elevator cages. The elevator had stopped several floors above but the brake on it continually slipped, causing smoke to fill the elevator shaft and giving supreme fright to the occupants.
He was more than happy to help out the dark-haired woman. She had a figure that wouldn't quit. And, excited as she was, it was even more prominent. Her tits heaved up and down, flopping just enough to promise a man all he could handle if they were allowed to bob around free of the confines of a blouse. Her ass was more than adequate to fill out the knit dress she wore and her legs gave Clark another hard-on just looking at them.
"God, thanks!" the woman breathed heavily, supporting herself against Clark's firm body. The touch of her hand was electric. It was almost enough to make him lose control then and there, rip her dress off and fuck her cross-eyed.
And he got the distinct impression the jet-haired woman would have loved every second of it. Her eyes were dancing, and it wasn't from fear. She gave him a quick once-over and seemed to say, "I like what I see, too. How about some action?"
He swallowed hard and turned to help the next passenger in the elevator. The man was tall, slender, and possessed of a wiry strength. He almost surged out of the elevator. Clark wondered why this guy and the seductress with the raven-black tresses hadn't gotten it on while trapped in the elevator. After all, he had acted out of character by fucking the redheaded girl.
Then Clark saw why they hadn't. The third passenger was enough to put a damper on any party. The man clutched his brief case as if it might be stolen at any instant. His beady eyes darted from side to side, searching for God knew what. The man was overweight and dressed conservatively. Even his tie was still fastened around his neck. He hadn't bothered to unbutton his vest and he might have been ready to go to work.
He looked like any of a thousand other top executives Clark had seen running around the building. He wondered idly if they were all clones. One master executive donated a few cells and produced millions of carbon-copy accountants with high blood pressure and suspicious, paranoid minds.
"I've got to get out of here," the man instantly said. "I can't stay in this building. Get me out of here!"
"Hey, cool it, man," Clark said, stepping back a pace. The wild glint in the man's eyes put him off for a second. Maybe the brief stint in the elevator had driven the man batso. The last thing Clark wanted to deal with was a guy gone over the deep end. It was bad enough having the hysterical blonde on his hands.
Not that he would have minded helping her calm down. She was a really foxy bush, too.
"You don't understand. I am Harrison Salter of Hude, Hurwell, and Maxfield Accountants. I must get out of here."
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Salter," Clark said. "And none of us are going anywhere."
"Why not?" asked the dark-haired woman. The way she said it was more of a come-hither-and-let's-fuck invitation than it was a request for information. Clark thought he would really get to enjoy this power outage.
"Entire city's blacked out. I figure nothing is working. Heard an alarm and then nothing. We're trapped here for the duration. So I'd suggest we might as well make the most of it."
"I like you," the woman said, moving a little closer. The way she rubbed her hip against his reminded Clark of the way a cat will come up and stroke itself against your leg. Sinuous, sensuous.
"You're not so bad yourself," he admitted.
"I've got to get out of here. Immediately!" shouted Salter.
"Look, man, you just heard," said the tall, brown-haired man. "We're stuck here. Until the power comes back on. Won't do any good getting out in the streets. All the power's out. That means looters intent on killing anybody crossing them. The cops might be trigger-happy. Or, God knows, the mayor may have the National Guard out. You know what a trigger-happy bunch of clowns they are."
"Kent State," muttered Salter. "I don't care!" he suddenly blurted. "I have to leave."
"So go on," urged the woman. "I'm sure we won't miss you." She turned her immediate attention back to Clark and said, "Why don't you show me somewhere that we can be alone, hero?"
Clark hardly glanced at Salter or the other man. His mind was on more immediate things. Hero, she'd said. And wasn't he? Hadn't he rescued them at great risk to his own life? Why shouldn't he reap a hero's reward for what he had done?
Wasn't that the way it always worked in the fairy tales?
"Sure. I think one of the offices down the corridor is deserted. We can..."
Clark was spun around as Salter jerked at his sleeve. "You can't go off and fuck this whore! You've got to help me get out of here! I have a midnight plane to catch. It's vital!"
"Hey, mister, just cool it," said the tall man. "Look, why don't we just sit down here and talk this out. My name's Marty Reinhardt. Now let ole Marty explain to you why the fuck you can't take a plane anywhere tonight."
Slater's attention was pulled away from Clark, who was pulled away by the insistent tugs on his other arm by the dark-haired woman. She pulled his head down with one long-fingered hand and whispered hotly in his ear, "And I'm Anne."
Her tongue danced around the rim of his ear, teasing and tormenting him. When she ran her tongue all the way in to the tight channel of his ear, he thought his prick would rip his pants open. He wanted nothing more than to get this hot chick alone and ball her.
"Down the hall. Hurry!" he said.
She laughed lightly and went before him, her ass wiggling just the right amount to make sure he stayed good and hot for her. He saw the way she moved and wanted it all. He would have grabbed her and raped her in the hall if she hadn't executed a perfect little wiggle and turned the comer as his fingers closed around her waist.
"What a lovely office," she said.
He closed the distance between them and gripped hard at her waist. He pulled her close and said, "What a lovely woman. What is the hero's reward to be for rescuing the fair damsel in distress?"
"Anything the hero wants!"
His cock was paining him now. And the woman wasn't doing anything to ease the tension he felt. If anything, she was stringing him along to make sure his erection was iron-hard. She lithely spun in the circle of his arms, her body dragging against his as she moved. Her slender arms went around his neck and pulled his head down.
For a moment, he resisted. He didn't like his women to be this aggressive. And he forgot all about the way he usually liked his woman.
This was perfect.
Her lips hungrily sought his. Soft lips crushing against his, they kissed until both were breathless. And even then the woman refused to relent. She parted her lips enough to allow her tongue to dance and dart all over his closed lips. As he opened in response, her tongue surged into the dank oral cavern of his mouth.
Tongue dueling erotically with tongue, they began playing hide and seek. He would stroke along the edge of her tongue with his and find her oral digit vanishing. Chasing it, he would find it lurking just inside the wall of her teeth. He would rake his tongue across her teeth and lightly tease her tongue-tip.
And then he would flee to the safety of his own mouth. As her tongue followed, he changed his tactics a bit.
He sucked hard and trapped her tongue between his lips and teeth. Gently, so as not to injure, he kept her tongue a prisoner between his teeth and then tormented her with just the flickering tip of his own. She pressed harder against his body, her hands working frantically on his back. He could feel the hard points of her nipples thrusting into his chest. For a giddy moment, he feared she might poke holes in his chest. Then he decided it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered as long as he held this seductive creature in his arms.
Her hands began roaming with more purpose. She worked her hands between their tightly clenched bodies and managed to free his belt and pants. He kicked once, twice, and then stepped out of his trouser. Her hand had already found the hard, long cylinder of his prick. Squeezing on it made him gasp in response.
"God, careful! I don't want to come like some teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. I want to make this last as long as I can!"
"It seems more than long enough for me. A good eight inches, isn't it?" she said, her hand working up and down the entire length. When she found the hairy little bag containing his balls, she lightly bounced the sac on her fingertips.
This was sweet torture to the man. His jism was trapped inside, boiling and steaming and begging for release. His balls lurched and tumbled until he could hardly bear it. And she was teasing his scrotum!
"Careful," he said. "You might get a hot handful of come."
"I'd rather get a mouthful of it!" she cried.
She snaked down his frame and the next thing he knew, his prick was pressing warmly into her lips. She kissed and licked the entire length of his throbbingly virile cock as she went from the bell-shaped head all the way down to his balls.
They had collapsed into a tight, hard sphere dangling under his cock. Her tongue gave feathery caresses to the quivering pouch. He wanted to tell her to stop but this felt too damned good. If he couldn't control himself, then that would have to be the way it was.
Using iron-control and trying to keep the fiery tide of his jism back helped. He was able to enjoy the feel of her hot breath gusting through the tangled mat of his pubic fur and the wet, tormenting tongue as it lightly caressed his balls.
She bounced the entire sac on the tip of her tongue, and then with a quick movement, gulped down his entire scrotum. He gasped at the hot, wet feel of her mouth circling his balls. Her tongue roved ceaselessly all over the wrinkled surface. She batted his balls around until he was jumping from one foot to the other to try to keep from blasting out his precious man-seed.
"Shit, baby, don't do that!" he cried. "I want to bury that fuck-stick in your tight pussy-not to cream in your hair!"
She laughed and this made her take her mouth away from his balls. He took a quick step backward and looked down at the dark-haired woman. Her hair was in wild disarray now. For a moment, he thought she wasn't human. She was simply too beautiful. She had to be one of the mythological succubae come from Hell to tempt him.
If she was from Hell and had come to tempt him, she'd succeeded!
"Get naked," he commanded.
He smiled a little as she hastened to obey him. No arguments. No back talk now. She wanted the same thing he did. Her pussy was quickly exposed and again he almost blew his wad. The sight of her dark bush dotted with gleaming little dewdrops of cunt-juice told him she was as hot to fuck as he was.
"I feel like a bitch in heat," she said. "Why don't you fuck me like a dog."
"A bitch in heat, huh?" he said, as if studying the question. "Yeah, you sure qualify. You're one hell of a bitch! And I'll fuck you till my cock rubs your tonsils!"
She laughed and the sound was pure music to his ears. She dropped to hands and knees and waggled her butt at him in wanton invitation. He looked at the white globes moving in such seductive circles and knew that nothing could keep him from fucking her till they both begged for mercy. His prick would turn into a flaming hot shaft of desire, fucking faster and faster in the tightness of her cunt until he finally exploded like a stick of dynamite.
And what he would do to her!
He dropped down, his hands gripping her slender waist. She made a truly erotic movement, her entire body seeming to shake. He watched around the side of her body as her tits moved back and forth, swaying gently. The nipples were fully erect showing her true arousal. She was ready to fuck like the bitch she was.
"God, Randy, don't just sit there. Do something! I need it! My poor little cunny needs a lot of your hard, hot cock. Give it all to meeeeee!"
She shrieked in pure joy as he rammed his hips forward. She felt his pecker spread her ass-cheeks slightly as it rocketed toward its juicy target. The blunted nosecone of his prick nudged against her cunt-lips for a moment, soaked up some of the lubricant leaking from her steamy interior, and then bored all the way up her anxious fuck slot.
She thought he would tear her apart. She was no fainting virgin. She was a modern girl who took her pleasure when and where she wanted. But this man's prick was huge!
"No, nooo," she moaned softly. "You're too big for me. That swollen prick of yours is tearing me apart inside!"
"You ain't seen nothing yet," he told her. He felt the sweat break out on his forehead. The feel of all that clinging female cunt surrounding his prick was enough to make him come. He fought down the hot, heady tide of his jism as he reveled in the heat of her pussy.
He stirred his prick around inside her cunt, like a spoon in a mixing bowl. The girl felt every single last movement of his cock. The thick head of his glans pressed sensuously against her tight, slowly expanding cunt-walls. The feel of his heavy rod of man-meat pulsing slowly gave her a new cause for arousal. The man's balls wetly slapped against the lips of her pussy. She knew she would get off any second if her labia were stimulated much more. Strangely, though, the thing that finally got her off was his hairy thighs rubbing against her naked ass.
She came-hard.
Her entire body shook like a leaf caught in a high wind. She felt the flush of blood rushing to her breasts and her neck, then gushing up into her brain. Dizzy, spinning, she shoved her ass back into the man's crotch to get even more of that delicious prick up her cunt. Nothing else mattered to her.
"Fuck meeeee!" she demanded. "I've got to have it all. Give it to me fast and hard. But fuck meeeeee!"
He did. He pulled back slowly and she thought her guts would follow his prick out of her pussy. The suction formed by his retreating cock was almost more than she could bear. The tightness of the fit between his prick-head and her cunt-walls was almost perfect. With the copious flood of her fuck oils to make the seal, his removing his cock from her guts was almost as exciting as him ramming into her.
But he didn't linger when the cool air touched the wet sides of his cock. For a moment, he hesitated as if studying what he would do. His plum-tipped cock remained just inside the girl's labia. And then he shoved back, rushing fast and hard into her softly yielding cunt.
"Yes, yes," she cried out. "That's the way I love it. Fuck me good. I need it baaaaad!"
He started fucking her with long, slow, deliberate strokes designed to push both their passions over the breaking point. He felt his balls tighten even more. He fought to hold back the spurt of his come. His prick burned the entire length. He felt her strong, slippery cunt-walls gripping down on him. The effect was like having a hand massage his prick. He loved it and wondered why other women weren't able to do it. At the moment, he didn't care. All that mattered was the smooth fucking of this gorgeous young girl's pussy.
He worked harder at his task as his heart beat faster. He was sweating rivers now and loving it. He reached around her slim waist and began fumbling at her snatch. When he found her tiny clit already erect and pulsing, he knew he could have some real fun with her. He began to diddle her pea-sized clit.
She came. She came again. And again and again and again. It was like riding a bucking bronco. He could hardly hang on to her body as she writhed passionately on the floor. But he managed. His prick never left its tight, wonderful berth deep inside her cunt.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned out. "That's it. Give it to me. All of it. And your dong is so huge. I feel like it's splitting me apart all the way to my chin. Do it! Do it!"
He didn't know exactly what she was talking about. Her voice was slurred with the intense arousal she felt. All he wanted to do was plug her tight little cunt hole faster and with more authority. He began pumping his hips harder and felt her pussy suck him in deeper each thrust.
He managed to run one hand down her trembling belly and up one of the dangling boobs. Her nipple throbbed harder and harder as he squeezed on it. Blood hammered into the tit until he wondered if the nipple might not explode under the pressure.
The man didn't get the chance to find out. The dark-haired girl came again and almost tossed him off. He managed to hang in there, his hands holding firmly to her waist.
In this position, he could pull her hips back into his crotch even more forcefully. His own needs were nearly at the point where he couldn't contain them any more. He fucked hard and fast into the tender, soft-walled cunt. He luxuriated in the velvety feel of her pussy convulsing mightily as she came, squeezing and massaging, stroking and tormenting his throbbing cock.
He fucked faster. There came a lewd squishing noise as their bodies smashed together. Rivers of cunt oils leaked out of her pussy and ran down the insides of her snowy white thighs. The man ignored them. The feel of the fuck-juices on his balls was almost enough to make him come.
He fucked still faster. He knew that his hips were taking over. He no longer controlled the tempo of his lovemaking. And it didn't really matter. This was what they both wanted.
And they both got it. His prick spewed forth its lava-hot jism into her sucking, clinging cunt. For a moment, the girl seemed to freeze solid. Then her entire body erupted into a wild frenzy of movement. She hunched back, driving her ass into his groin. They fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She rotated her perky bottom and took even more of his fountaining cock into her cunt.
"Aieeeeeeeee!" she screamed as she came. For a horrifying moment, she thought she had been robbed of all power of speech. The emotions rampaging in her trim, athletic body had been too much for her. But she released the floodgates of her desire and came as his white-hot jizz filled her to overflowing.
They moved together for a moment, then in opposite directions to get the most impact out of the fucking. And then, all too soon for both of them, it was over. His prick melted like a winter icicle left in the summer sun. He dribbled from her pussy amid a flow of his own come and her fuck-sauce.
Anne collapsed forward onto the floor and said, "That was fantastic. I wish we could do it again."
Before Randy could say a word, a cold voice came from the doorway, "I just bet you do. Fucking like rabbits the instant my back is turned. Really!"