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  "That's easy. I've been thinking about you all week, with you on your knees, and giving me the best BJ.” He came toward her. She backed away a little.

  "Ohhh Roman, I think that could be accomplished. But be patient. Like you said, we've got plenty of time."

  When the elevator stopped and they had reached the tenth floor she knew she needed to buy more time.

  "I thought we'd have a little fun,” she said, starting to draw items from her handbag. Carefully, slowly, with great deliberation she placed the items into a neat row alongside the back wall of the elevator, wondering how long it was going to take Madeleine to get her ass up there.

  * * * *

  Roman's eyes grew wide, realizing that the items consisted of a pair of handcuffs, a black blindfold, and a small black leather whip.

  "And what have you got in mind today?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation as well as excitement.

  "Why Roman, you're not the only one who gets to live out your fantasies. I do have a few of my own I'd like to share,” Anna told him.

  Suddenly the elevator doors opened.

  A stranger wearing a large brimmed hat and oversized sunglasses entered.

  "Shit. I don't fucking believe this. You were supposed to stop at the fourth floor.” Madeleine, now obviously out of breath, let out a string of curses. She stopped, and removed her sun glasses and hat. “Why, hello Adam!” she greeted him in an overly sweet, sickening voice. “What a pleasant surprise. We weren't planning to meet until Thursday."

  Anna remained silent.

  Both women now stood on either side of him, holding handbags, their arms crossed over their buxomy chests, the tops of which practically spilled over the skimpy tanks tops.

  Realizing his predicament, Roman immediately started for the panel of buttons. Anna stepped between him and his one means to escape.

  "It's okay Roman, honest,” she said. “We both know you've been playing out your little fantasies with us. Of course, we're wondering if there are others besides the two of us. Others who are helping you live them out as well. As they say the more, the merrier."

  "Hey, ladies, it's all in fun! No harm done.” His eyes flitted from one to the other wondering if this was the best or worst thing that could be happening.

  "We know that,” Madeleine reassured. “So now we're all going to play out just one more fantasy."

  Adam, aka Roman, looked at them with wariness, then smiled. “You gals are okay! Yeah, let's have some fun while we're here together,” he said, at the same time his face demonstrating his relief. “I'm up for a ménage if you two are!"

  "That's why we're both here,” Madeleine said, “because we both get to play out our fantasy!” She pulled several pieces of nylon rope from the handbag. “And besides, it really doesn't matter what you want anymore. You get to play with not only two but you get to play our game."

  Sensing something not quite right, Roman turned to Anna. “What is she talking about?"

  "Don't you insult us by playing stupid, Roman, aka Adam,” Anna said. “You either want to do this, or you don't. We can simply let the elevator start up again, and Madeleine and I will leave you here and you'll never see either of us again."

  Roman shot a nervous smile at Anna. “Hey, look, no harm done, right? Like Madeleine just said, we all get to enjoy ourselves."

  "Oh yes,” Anna crooned. “Now first, how about removing your clothes?” she ordered, and touched the bottom of his tank top, and before he could protest she yanked it upward, exposing his washboard abs.

  Roman allowed her to pull the shirt up over his head, revealing the well developed pectorals.

  Madeleine quickly looped one end of the rope over one wrist, bringing his arm back behind him, looped the other wrist and tightened the rope.

  "I was going to use the handcuffs,” Anna reminded her, as she pulled the black hood over his head.

  "What the fuck?” he mumbled beneath the hood, his voice rising about their whispers. A frisson of fear settled inside him along with a sense of anticipation of what was to come next. He never figured on this happening, yet he could feel the heat coursing through his groin and imagined himself fucking both of these hot ladies.

  Anna took a small roll of duct tape, ripped off a section and affixed it to his mouth, cutting him off mid-sentence before pulling the hood completely over his head.

  "Sweetie pie,” Anna crooned, “you really have no say in what is going to happen to you now. Remember this is our fantasy ... mine and Anna's."

  Roman squirmed as both women gently pushed him down to the floor. Anna quickly removed his pants, and let out a giggle noticing that he was wearing no underwear. “Very nice,” she crooned, touching his cock that had already started to grow in length, despite his predicament. “Mmm, nice and firm,” she said, her hands caressing the swollen shaft where threads of veins ran through. “Oooh, this is going to be so delicious."

  "Roman, we just knew you would not disappoint us,” Anna continued in a whisper and taking his cock into her hand started to massage the shaft, making it swell further beneath her touch.

  "Oh yes, Adam, you have not disappointed us so far.” Madeleine joined in, watching her friend continue her ministrations on the swollen cock.

  Madeleine knelt beside Anna. “And we certainly do not want to disappoint you in any way.” She bent down and started to lick some of the pre-cum that had started to leak through.

  "Oooh, we know you want to come, don't we Madeleine? Mmm, yes, and we're almost there, aren't we?"

  "Not yet!” Anna said sharply.

  Roman moaned inwardly not wanting her to stop, knowing that he was about to come any second. A sense of maddening insanity threatened to take over. He wanted to scream, order them to finish him off but realizing his complete helplessness could only hope that they would, and do it soon before he exploded inside.

  "Anything you say, Anna, but I do so want to see him cum, I want to drink every last drop of him."

  Roman continued to moan as he attempted to talk through the duct tape. Although they couldn't understand his words, they both had to know he was begging for release from this ecstatic torture, and not in terms of freedom, but shooting his cum all over them.

  Instead they were kneeling beside him and waiting. And he realized waiting for his cock to shrink down by the coolness of the air circling inside the elevator.

  Then after a time, he again felt one of the women take him fully into her mouth, sucked him until his penis grew long and hard inside her mouth. The fact that he did not know which woman pushed his excitement up further. He had essentially become their boy toy, to be played with in whatever manner they chose. The thought left him reeling and wanting more.

  And again, when he felt he was about to explode, the sucking stopped. And again, they waited.

  All Roman, aka Adam, could do was moan and continue to beg through the duct tape to finish him off.

  "I think it's time.” He recognized Madeleine's voice, and squirmed as his cock ached to be sucked and stroked.

  Suddenly, one pulled the black hood off. He looked up at both woman and felt his body stiffening as he laid there in his nakedness, needing deliverance from these torturers. His muffled sounds continued to beg his captors to suck him.

  "Adam,” Madeleine began in a voice that sounded pleasant enough, caring enough, and compassionate enough. “You must be careful next time when you want to play out these fantasies of yours. You must never let greed make your decisions for you.” She took more rope and tied his ankles together, rendering him unable to get to his feet.

  Suddenly, Anna tore the duct tape from his mouth. “Before we leave, you must tell us your name. Your real name!

  He looked at them with his one eye. “Finish me off you damn bitches!"

  Madeleine bent over him. “Oh yes, definitely! But tell us your real name first!"

  He struggled with his bonds.

  Anna started to lick his cock, then she stopped. “We need to know your first
name sweetie!"

  "Otis!” he croaked.

  "Otis?” Madeleine repeated.

  "Otis?” Anna said through some laughter. “As in Otis Elevator?"

  Anna started laughing hysterically, stood and went to the panel then pushed the Open button.

  In horror he looked at them. Unable to move, his cock fully erect, he realized they were not going to let him enjoy the pleasures this latest fantasy could have delivered.

  Anna, before exiting the elevator, hit the STOP button and darted out into the hallway just before the doors closed.

  Roman laid there, knowing eventually he would be rid of his bonds. Knowing that these ladies would not see the last of him.

  Yet, from the sounds outside the elevator door he knew they had entered the next elevator.

  He ceased his struggle against his bonds and listened to their too loud voices, and the laughter that never seemed to cease.

  He swore he could hear them shouting for all to hear, “Going Down! Going Down! Going Down!"

  * * * *

  The doors slowly opened. Madeleine, still laughing, stepped out into the hallway. She turned and realized Anna hadn't left the elevator but was standing there, her finger pressed against the button marked open. Anna was no longer laughing.

  "What's wrong?” Madeleine asked.

  "I don't want to give it up,” Anna said, her eyes solemn as if she had lost her best friend.

  "Give it up?"

  "My fantasy. I don't want to go back to a life that holds few surprises anymore."

  Madeleine stared at her. “What are you trying to say?"

  "I'm going back up there."

  "Where? To Adam? I mean Otis?"

  "To Roman. I'm not ready to give Roman up. And I'm suspecting you're not ready to give Adam up ... just yet.” A quirky smile crossed her face.

  Madeleine sighed. “Okay, then what are you thinking of doing?"

  "I don't know about you, but I'm going up there and give Roman the best BJ I can. And then I'm going to tell him we can continue to still live out these fantasies."

  Anna waited as Madeleine processed her words.

  "You and I have been friends a long time,” Madeleine began. “So maybe if you're willing we can share this fantasy between us."

  A look of surprise crossed Anna's face. “You know that might just be workable."

  Madeleine smiled. “Mind if I come along and watch? I'm guessing Roman aka Adam aka Otis would not mind if we go back up and live out his fantasy as our Mr. Elevator Man."

  Madeleine stepped back into the elevator. Anna pressed the close button. They waited for the doors to shut.

  Madeleine turned to Anna. “Maybe afterward we'll invite Otis over for some of those Annisette cookies and tea."

  "Yes, now wouldn't that be nice."

  The End

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  Descent Into Pleasure

  Renee Michaels

  Chapter One

  The sultry promise in her voice caught his attention. It wrapped around his senses like the first smoky sip of a good Kentucky Bourbon, an enticement to take the next sip. To indulge.

  Her tone invoked images of fevered romps during warm summer nights. Slow, sleepy loving in the cool hour before dawn, and hasty frantic encounters—if the opportunity presented itself.

  "One thousand ninety-two for the labor, nineteen hundred even for the equipment ... this is going to be costly,” he heard her say from across the room.

  The sensualist in him winced. With a voice like that, the projections for the company's construction project were the last thing he wanted to hear. It was pure sacrilege. She should utter nothing but deep, throaty moans of pleasure. Something he'd be happy to help her do.

  Dante Moretti grinned ruefully at himself. If the women in his family caught a whiff of his thoughts, they'd collectively kick his butt. But he knew the woman the voice belonged to. He'd become used to the cock-hardening effect the husky contralto had on him.

  Jenna was the reason he wandered through the maze of offices. He'd been pulled willingly by the sound of her voice. Just like one of the Pied Piper's followers.

  Anticipation quickened his pace the closer he got to his goal.

  There she was. Jenna Alcott—the black haired, blue eyed object of his unrequited lust for the last six months, dropping figures like gold nuggets into the receptive ear of her boss.

  Beside her stood Will O’ Brian, the savvy creator of the fifty story tribute to the god Bacchus, situated on a prime piece of real estate on the Las Vegas strip. Together, they poured over the spreadsheets Jenna held. Will had a beatific expression on his face.

  Dante leaned on the door jam to watch her. At the start of his pursuit she'd thrown up a wall to deflect the barrage of his unrelenting courtship, and yes, it was a courtship. He wanted her. Needed her in a way he could never have imagined.

  Dante Moretti had been snared by a woman to whom deadlines and goals were more important than breathing. When it came to Jenna, spreadsheets were practically an addiction. She had one for every task, even the precise times she walked and fed her dog. He peeked at her computer screen one of the few thousand times he walked by her desk.

  She was so unlike the women he usually took to his bed.

  Desire gave him the familiar punch to the gut at the sight of her. The long line of her back sloped into a sweetly curved butt. His hands itched to grasp her cheeks in the width of his palms. Below the peach-like twin mounds were a pair of legs that were slim and muscular from miles of jogging. An image of them wrapped around his hips clouded his mind for an instant. Everyday, it became harder and harder to restrain himself.

  Two weeks ago a crack had appeared in her defenses, and he got his first taste of her. Luck was on his side when he found her alone in the service elevator. The intimacy of such a small space had made her wary. Skittish even. He'd position himself in front of the buttons to prevent her from choosing a floor. Her files clutched to her chest, she watched him like prey looking for an avenue to evade a predator.

  The simple kiss of farewell he'd goaded her into giving him, to prove her indifference, had turned into something more than he'd anticipated.

  Caught by surprise, it swept them up in a tornado of turbulent need.

  Everything he had imagined it would be like couldn't compare to the reality.

  Resistance ebbed from her, and she'd pressed her body flush against his fueled by the hungry mewls escaping from her throat. His senses ran amok.

  He sought a little relief by hitching her body up against the wall to settle his crotch between her soft thighs. Dante sent up a prayer of thanks she wore a skirt that day.

  Delicate hands ran up and down the hard length of his back. Her agile tongue tangled with his. The taste of her was heady and mind-numbing at the same time.

  He slipped one hand under the curve of her hip to hold her in place. With the other hand he impatiently undid the buttons of the mannish shirt she wore. His involuntary grin at the sight of the sports bra hadn't deterred him.

  Easing down the soft cotton, he captured the tightly budded nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth. Jenna's tortured moan hardened him even more.

  She shook and tried to burrow into him. With each swipe of his tongue, her response became more of a demand. Caressing the dusky rose of the large circles made her writhe under his agile tongue.

  The sensitivity of her nipples amazed and delighted him. They became swollen and puffy under his hungry mouth. Her little whimpers faded into husky moans of entreaty.

  Strong suction on the furled aureole, combined with the rough denim abrading her clit through the thin silk of her panties triggered a series of spasms through her body, rocking her closer to a climax.

  Surrender tinged the gasp in his ear.

  With his mouth firmly attached to her nipple, he grasped her hips to anchor her against the wall. His grateful hands curved around her thighs. The silky skin under his palms tensed. Her hips wiggled to settle
the bulky weight of his cock into the damp crevice of her pussy that sought more contact with the hard ridge.

  He wanted her more than the next breath, but he'd be damned if the first time he sank his cock into her it would be in a greasy service elevator against its scuffed wall. Hell, they were on borrowed time as it is, at any moment someone could activate the car and shatter the bubble of erotic need surrounding them.

  He slid his hands up to grasp her ass. The silk of her panties slipped smoothly under his fingers. He imagined her skin on her pert ass would feel the same once they were removed.

  Flexing his hips against her did little to ease the rigidity of his hungry shaft.

  The moan and jerky shudder that ran through her was encouragement enough for him. He slipped a hand under the waist band of the tiny triangle of cloth covering the damp curls.

  He slipped two eager fingers between the slick folds. She was wet. Her need matched his own The satiny tissues slid over his fingers. He could almost feel them against the blunt head of his cock.

  Dante burrowed two fingers deep into her channel, hooked them to palpate the sweet spot high up inside her, and flicked her clit with his thumb.

  The stifled shirk in his ear, accompanied by the quivering of her body, surprised and pleased him. It was a confirmation that he was not alone on the sharp edge of the prolonged abstinence that she had forced on them by her refusal to date him.

  The hydraulic system of the elevator roared to life, and the cold intrusion of reality leached the lust driven fog from their brains. He saw her withdrawal in her eyes and released her.

  His two week absence from the office would've given her time to re-erect her barriers. But he wasn't going to allow her to retreat one inch.

  Alerted to his presence by the welcoming grin on Will's face, Jenna turned toward the door.

  Their eyes clashed across the room, awareness in hers. Carnal intent in his. The expression in her eyes shifted to one of practiced indifference. Not before he caught a fleeting glimmer of remembered desire.

  At his first attempt to start a relationship with her, she stated she didn't date the men she worked with. He could hardly blame her. The male-dominated world of construction could be cruel to women. Especially one who held her position. It didn't help she looked more like a showgirl than a project manager for the construction of a multi-billion dollar hotel.