At two-thirty, Mark Spaulding came out of his office and handed Sharon some papers. 'Would you run these up to the thirty-eighth floor, Sharon? Walt Williams is waiting for them.'
'Sure, baby,' she grinned. 'That is, if I get a favor back in return.'
He laughed. 'That's a pretty BIG favor you're asking.' Then he returned to his office.
Sharon hustled her ass over to the elevator station. There were a lot of people waiting for it to come, too. Jesus, with all the elevators in this building, you'd expect a little better service.
The bell rang and everyone shoved their way in. Sharon barely made it in herself. Jesus, her pussy itched. And with all these people all crowded in this tiny elevator, there was hardly warn to breathe. She wished they would shut up, too. It was always noisy in small elevators.
As Sharon waited for the elevator to stop at her floor (which seemed to take forever, with it stopping on every floor), she felt a little tug on her short skirt. Someone behind her was lifting it up… slowly. Damn it, and she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath that skirt! She wished she could move, but the people standing around her were so tightly pushed together that she couldn't budge.
There was a zipper being pulled down behind her. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON? she wondered. She couldn't even see who the person was behind her, since she was locked rigid between several people. What… OHHH! She could feel something hard, something wide force its way into her pussy from the rear. It was nudging and pushing and getting its way in. Uhh… whoever it was, he had a nice, big cock.
Sharon just stood there, allowing him to slide his pecker into her cooze. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, anyway. It was too noisy in the elevator to begin with, and she was backed up against the end of the elevator.
'Oh, Christ…' she mumbled, feeling the whole long slab of meat jerk its way into her sopping wet passage. Two hands gripped her by the waist firmly, then lunged forward again, nailing his whang deep into her box. Mmmm… that felt good. It hammered in and out, in and out. His cock-head was tickling her clit each time it sunk into her moist fuck-tunnel. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her clammy palms. This guy was sure hung pretty good. He was stretching her snatch up like a rubber band. She might end up walking out of the elevator with a stretched-out pussy. But she couldn't resist.
She heard him panting behind her. His mouth was at her neck, sucking, as his dick banged into her gash. She groaned aloud again, feeling as if she could sink to the floor, but unable to, since everyone was pressing himself against her.
'Ram it in hard,' she gasped, but could not be heard above the talking in the elevator.
The hands pressed tightly into her waist, and she could feel his massive joint squeeze into her slot from behind. His breathing was getting heavier, fiercer. He was fucking her like a wild animal.
'Jesus, do it harder…' she gasped. 'Harder…' She felt his thick peter push into the hole between her legs, pulling out, dripping with fuck-juice.
Sharon was able to throw her ass back, flinging it roughly into his stiff crotch. He had just slipped his cock out of his fly, and kept the rest of his pants buttoned. She could feel the metallic edges of his fly grinding against her ass as she thrust it at him, sinking his prong deep into her pussy.
'… that's good,' she murmured. 'Good… slam that motherfucker into my cunt. I want to feel the veins in your shaft pop up into my twat… fuck me hard, stud… lean that fat rod into my muff… ball me good with that pud. Plunge it into my cunt.'
He made her body jerk each time he slammed his meat in all the way. The people that were squeezed next to her seemed to absorb the shock he was putting into her body. Her cunt was so slicked-down that he was merely slipping it in and out of her hole, gliding his way into her juice-filled box.
Each time he sunk his whang into her, she could feel his thick cock-head rubbing against her clit. Again and… grinding her stiff clit to a point. She was shaking hard now, unable to stand the sensation he was producing in her cooze.
'I'm cumming!' she panted. 'I'm cumming NOW!'
As she shivered, bucking wildly between the bodies wrapped around her own, she could feel his load pumping into the hole between her legs. He was really filling that pleasure pit of hers with a cunt-full of jism.
'Uhhh…' he groaned in her ear, heaving a big wad into her pussy. 'Fucking cunt bitch.'
When Sharon opened her eyes, the doors to the elevator opened and the thirty-eighth floor was standing right before her. The people were emptying out of the car quickly, shoving again. Spunk was dripping down her inner thighs. Christ, she'd have to rush to the john, he'd flooded her so.
As she hurried off, she thought of George and his long dick. She'd have a great time telling him about this one. It might get him JUST horny enough…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
'Hammer it into my pussy!' cried Sharon, who was groaning beneath George Colby, the construction worker, on her queen-sized bed. 'Make me cum!'
George was in a sitting position, with his legs folded under himself and his feet pressing against his ass. Sharon was leaning onto his crotch, holding herself up by her arms firmly planted on the bed. She pushed her soft, smooth ass up to his long, stiff dick, allowing him to sink it into her snatch, doggy-style.
'I can feel your dong growing inside of my twat,' she panted. 'Ohh, fuck me, baby! Kill me with that cock of yours! It's driving me crazy!'
'I can feel my nuts filling with my jism,' he grunted. 'Jism to shoot into your box.'
'I want every drop shot into my cooze!' she begged.
'Don't worry, baby,' he groaned. 'It's going in there whether I want it to or not! Getting it drained out of my rocks into your gash!'
'Your stiff slab of meat is so huge! Poking at my kidneys. I don't know if I can take it all into me…'
'You got no choice, doll,' he said. 'It's goin' all the way… in.'
'Ohh!' she cried out. 'Do it again… again!'
'Fuck me, honey… hard…'
'This is where your joint belongs,' she gasped. 'In my cunt. Snuff out that fire… put it out… shove it IN!'
Sharon was sliding down to her shoulders, her face smothering into the sheets of the bed. She was squeezing her eyes shut, her mouth opened, releasing hot, wild air. She breathed roughly, her stomach sucking in and out.
George's face grew deep red. He was sliding his dick into her cunt faster, the sweat dripping down his face and wetting his beard. He held her trembling body, shoving his dong into her hard.
'I'm gonna cum, baby,' he panted. 'Cum with me.'
'Yes… my clit… it's bursting… it's popping… OHH!'
'Ugghh!' George grunted, then squirted her in the beaver with his load. 'Gonna fill you up… drown you!'
Sharon smiled as she felt his sticky wad shooting between her legs, hot, gooey cum splashing its way into her twat. 'Oooh.'
George pulled his pork out of her and leaned back on the bed, empty. 'You really sucked it out of me that time.'
She grinned, lying on her back. 'Just like Mark Spaulding. I really balled him good in the office yesterday.'
George said nothing, then, 'Don't fuck him any more.'
'Why?' she asked, curious.
'I… I don't like it. My cock is the only one that's gonna handle your muff. Not his, not nobody's.'
'But George…' she said.
'NO!' he told her. 'You're my chick now. I don't want you humping other dudes. You're my piece of ass. I got you to dig fucking. So you could fuck me… only.'
'That's not fair!' she said. 'I like Mark's whang.'
'Then you can't have mine any more,' George told her.
'No!' she cried. 'I… I need your dick more than anything.' She went to touch it, but he pushed her away.
'It's either my meat or Mark's…'
