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"LAID ALOFT" (MM/F: Reluc: Work)

By

David Shaw david@f-e-mail.com

THIS story IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY
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Author: David Shaw Title: LAID ALOFT Summary: A lady who goes topside
with two hard hats may end up having a hard time Keywords: MMF: reluc; work
Language: English


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I suppose I should feel rather guilty about what happened, but I don't.
After all, I didn't set out to do anything wrong, only something out of my
usual routine, and even that was a spur of the moment decision. I've
wanted to tell somebody about it for a long time and now I've moved to a
different city I've finally decided it's safe to write it down. I guess
all I have to say to set the scene is that at the time I was a long married department manager for a big insurance company. My husband and I had our
ups and downs but we got along as well as most couples do. A boring life
really, I guess, until this particular day.

It all started when I came back to work from lunch. When I entered the
lift two young men came into it with me. What was odd was that they were
wearing hard hats and tool belts, which is not a common sight in a building
with forty floors of offices. I hadn't noticed any renovation work being
carried out anywhere so I wondered what they were doing.

One of them, a slim dark guy in his twenties, spoke to me about the
weather, about how hot it was down in the streets. I agreed it was a bad
day and he said it was glorious where they were working, high up in the
fresh air and with a fantastic view of the city; he said the pair of them
were installing a new microwave dish on top of the communications tower on
the roof of the building. I commented that they were probably working in
the best place on such a day. The guy I was talking to was Tony - or at
least that was the name stencilled on his helmet.

The other guy had 'MARCO' lettered on his hard hat, and he was blue eyed
and stocky, with muscular arms and shoulders like a weight lifter. He made
a light hearted suggestion that I should come up to the top of the tower
with them and see a view of the city that I'd probably never get a chance
to see again.

Just then the elevator stopped at my floor and I replied that it might
be fun but I had to get back to work. Tony glanced down at my ID badge,
kind of sneered, then said: "No way, Marco, Ms (name deleted ) has to go
and type up all the letters for her boss, or she'll be in big trouble."

I assumed he didn't know that the purple edge around my badge meant that
I was a department manager. Of course he did know, and he was using the
knowledge to needle me even more than I realised. At the time though I
thought he really believed that I was just a middle aged, middle grade
secretary at everybody's beck and call - and that assumption angered me.
So I pushed the button to close the doors again without getting out.

"I don't type letters for anybody and all the men who work for me are
well enough trained to get by on their own - for a while, anyway. I'll
come up and take in the view for a few minutes."

Tony and Marco grinned at me and stepped aside deferentially when the
elevator reached the top floor. Marco then led the way up two flights of
an iron staircase to a door that he unlocked and opened.

"This is as high as the building goes - the rest of the way is up the
tower," he told me as if it were some kind of a challenge.

As soon as I stepped through the door onto the roof I knew I'd made a
mistake. I've never been very fond of heights and I even hate looking out
of my office window only halfway up the office block. Now we were so far
above the city skyline that I felt a genuine touch of vertigo. But what
was far worse was the communication tower itself. As high as we were
already, it seemed to rear up into the sky above us like the Eiffel Tower.
Even more disturbing to me was that the thin aluminium cladding around it
seemed to be shifting and creaking even in the light wind which was
blowing.

I couldn't believe my legs were actually carrying me towards it, even
with Tony's arm pressing lightly around my back to coax me on. I wanted
nothing more than to turn around and go back. Marco had already relocked
the staircase door behind us though, and I would have felt very foolish if
I had had to ask him to open it again because I wanted to run away. It was
the price I was paying for all my boasting about being an executive.

That was the real reason I was going with them, not because I wanted to
see anything, but because I'd been talked down to as a female nonentity.
Being patronised by arrogant males always makes me bristle up and
determined to prove them wrong. A pair of young chauvinists had challenged
me and I'd responded. It never crossed my mind that such good looking
studs could have any serious intention of making a pass at an older woman
like myself. Maybe I should have remembered that Nicholas Chauvin got his
name in the dictionaries for adoring Napoleon: especially Napoleon's skill
in making quick and easy conquests.

"You'll love this, you'll be the queen of the town today," Marco
encouraged me as he went past and entered the tower first with Tony still
following me. Innocent as I still was, I was soon to find out why I was
positioned in the middle.

Inside was a very narrow and steep staircase which spiralled around the
inside of the tower, with steel mesh on the inner side of the stairwell to
stop anybody from falling off the steps. It seemed a pretty insubstantial
protection to me though, especially when I looked upwards and saw the huge
hole that was the center of the tower.

"We have to keep this clear so we can hoist up the communication
dishes," Tony explained. "Some of them are ten feet across. It's an easy
climb up though."

It certainly didn't seem too easy to me. I was puzzled by circular
bands of light inside the tower, three or four of them and each one about a
dozen steps up from the next. It looked as if there were large gaps all
around the tower, each one at least big enough to put my head through. I
asked Tony about them and he said the gaps were to relieve the wind
pressure against the tower when gales were blowing.

Well, there certainly wasn't any gale just then but even so I was very
uneasy about the situation. I did manage the first two spirals of steps
though, hard work as it was. I'd never climbed anything like them before
except in Warwick Castle in England. The guide there had explained that
the castle steps were designed to be difficult, so that a right handed
swordsman could hold the staircase against a mass of enemies - they could
only come up one at a time, each attacker clambering up the steep steps and
only able to fight with his sword in his left hand.

I was no heroic swordsman though, and when I looked out through the
first gap I really thought I might faint. Even the roof of the building
below us seemed a long way down, but past that were stomach churning drops
into concrete canyons with cars scurrying around at the bottom of them like
multi-colored ants. One thing was for sure, there was no way I was going
on up to the top. Just this once I'd let the men have an easy victory.

When I stopped Tony asked me what I was doing and I told him I couldn't
go on, so we'd have to go back down. But he refused, he said it was too
dangerous to turn around on the steps. Then he put both of his hands on my
bottom and rubbed them over me.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I demanded.

"Just trying to persuade you to keep moving, lady. What's your first
name, anyway?"

"It's Alison, and please stop doing that."

"Sure, as soon as you start climbing again."

I wasn't going to do any more climbing. All of a sudden the situation
had totally changed because it was obvious now what Tony had in mind. He
was also wasting his time because I was a married woman. Which isn't to
say that if I'm away on my own somewhere and an attractive man wants to
wine and dine me he might not go away unrewarded. But on a windy, swaying
staircase with two guys in the middle of a working day? Forget it.

It was an effort, but I managed to turn around in the tight space. Then
I found out that I'd only made things worse, because now I was teetering on
the narrow step on my elevated heels. I had to press the palms of my hands
outwards against the side of the tower and the steel mesh to stop from
toppling forward. At the same time Tony went back down a few steps and I
thought he was making way for me. Until he stopped with his head below my
waist, reached up and began tickling the backs of my knees.

It was a ridiculous situation. The entrance door at the bottom of the
steps was only a short walk down yet there was no way I could get past
Tony. I couldn't even move my hands without risking falling over, which
that was very likely to happen because I've always been noisely susceptible
to being tickled. In a few seconds Tony had me in a state where I was
writhing around uncontrollably, cursing him with one breath and begging him
to stop with the next.

For a while he only smiled, looking even younger than before. Then his
face turned more serious and instead of tickling behind my knees he started
gently kneading the soft flesh there. Little electric shocks began
shooting and down up my spine, just as Marco bent over from behind me and
started rubbing my earlobes with his finger tips.

"Come on, guys, I can't stay here all day playing games with you two," I
protested. "You've had your joke, now please let me get back down again.
I've got to get back to work."

Tony's response was to slide his hands higher, lifting the hem of my
skirt on his wrists: "I've got no problem at all with the way things are
right now."

"I've got to get back to work," I repeated.

"OK," Marcus said. "But it's those shoes that are the problem. They
make it dangerous for you. Take them off, Tony."

Tony did just that - partially. He went down another two steps, lifted
up my right foot and removed my shoe. Afterwards he knelt down again on
the steps, though lower down again, and started nibbling on my toes through
my panty hose and running his fingers underneath the sole of my foot. And,
being totally off balance by now, there was was nothing at all I could do
when Marcos slid his hands over my shoulders until they were resting on the
front of my blouse just above my bra cups.

"You know something, lady, I'd love to squeeze your tits, just for luck.
How about it?" I could feel his breath fluttering against the short hairs
on the nape of my neck and goosebumps rising all over my back.

"No way! Let me go now or you'll be in real trouble."

"Tickle her again, Tony."

Tony did, underneath my foot, which is by far and away my most sensitive
area for that kind of stimulation. I shrieked in despair and the only
reason I didn't fall off the step was because a pair of hands that felt
like power tools had suddenly taken a deathlock grip on my nipples. What
the guys were doing to me between them was producing a mixture of
sensations which was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. When they
finally let go of me I was twitching around and gasping like a stranded
fish.

Being honest, I have to admit I was also starting to have some pretty
exciting ideas of my own, although at least I tried to pretend otherwise:
"Stop it . . . stop it!"

I might have protested more if I'd had the breath to spare - maybe.

Marco's response was to stroke my breasts again, his fingers widely
outstretched this time: "Come on, Rapunsel, let down your hair for once.
We've got a real private place at the top of the tower and we've got all
afternoon. And I guess nobody downstairs will mind not having the boss in
the office for a while."

Although still wildly off balance because of my missing shoe I tried to
twist myself out from between Marco's arms. All I succeeded in doing
though was in partially dislodging my spectacles. Marco certainly never
missed a beat in his groping and I knew that Tony must be feeling the
trembling in my legs.

"Tony, mind her glasses," Marco said. Tony stepped up higher and put
the frame back squarely on my face. Then he looked down and leered as
Marco moved his palms underneath my breasts and hefted them up and down.

"Hey!" I protested again, and apparently as futilely as before. My face
was burning with embarrassment, compounded twice over as Tony took his turn
at fondling me.

"Nice pair of udders, Ms boss lady," he told me, leaning forward and
then blowing into my ear. "But I think what they really need is a double
sucking. I'll have the left one and Marco can take the right, and when all
you've got left on is your glasses we'll show you what else we can do
together."

I couldn't help but gasp and then giggle at his suggestion before I
pulled myself together. "Don't you dare talk to me like that" I warned
him. "You've got to let me go or else you'll be in real trouble."

"Listen, honey," Marco said hoarsely. "There was another lady in the
same place you're in now, just a day or two ago. Now what we said to her
was that we wouldn't do anything to her if she didn't want us to, but we
would play a little joke on her."

Tony took his hands from my boobs and pulled a pair of skimpy red panties from his pocket then he held them up and pulled them apart to
show they were crotchless ones. A baggage tag was attached to them with a
big safety pin.

"What we're going to do is to write your name down on this tag. I guess
that won't be a problem since it's on your ID. We'll also write down the
name and address of the office building and the name of the company you
work for. Then we'll put a little note on the back of the tag asking
anybody who finds these to hand them in at the building reception desk."

"And after we've done all that," Marco chuckled, "We'll throw them out
of this gust gap and then see what happens after they land in the streets
somewhere down there. Wouldn't it be a joke if some kind hearted passerby
did hand them in, hey? Can you imagine the gossip going around all the
offices?"

The shock must have shown in my face. Gossip! The stories would never
end. If that happened I'd be nothing more than a joke in the company. Who
would ever believe that I'd gone up into this tower with two young guys actually thinking I was only going to look at the city views? No matter
what I said, no matter what happened to this pair of lunatics, my career
would be as thoroughly derailed as a piled up freight train.

Marco chuckled and hefted my boobs from below again.

"I don't know if you're thinking what the other lady thought," Marco
whispered softly into my ear. "What I do know was that there and then she
offered us a deal. If we didn't drop her name down into the street along
with these sexy panties, then she said she'd be very happy to go down on
both of us."

Tony sniggered: "Being the real gentleman we are we asked her what she
meant by that and she said she would get down on her knees and suck on our
cocks. She also said that if there were any other little favours she could
do for us at the same time, all we had to do was to mention them."

His hands were on my front, joining Marco's as they roamed over me.
"The odd thing was that she was telling the truth. She was a boss lady
like you and yet it turned out she really got off on being treated like a
slave woman, just for a while anyway. We took her up to the top of the
tower and screwed her every way but loose, and I swear to God we had
seagulls coming in from all directions to see what was making all the
noise."

"Two cocks were nowhere near enough for that woman, once we'd gotten her
warmed up," Tony chortled. "Not much point in being a slave unless you
know who your masters are, and she got taught that lesson right from the
start. The question now, Ms boss-lady, is would you like to consider
making an offer like that? Or shall we address these panties, then
air-mail them and see if they get handed in?"

It only took me a second to decide that this pair of lunatics could do
whatever they liked ten times over before I'd take the slightest risk of
having my name dropped in the central business district attached to a pair
of whore's knickers. What was more, I was reaching a stage of mind where I
could understand exactly why the other woman had decided it was more
sensible and more fun as well to pay forfeits. I had no doubt all there
had indeed been another woman. Marco and Tony's gloating male self
satisfaction was too obvious an ego trip to be any kind of an act.

"Alright, you guys," I said with my mouth suddenly drying. "We'll go up
the tower."

The breeze gusted, moaning softly through the gap, fluttering my hair
and feeling cool against my hot cheeks. Tony plucked the hem of the blouse
up out of my skirt and took my breasts fully in his hands again, ruffling
up folds of the blouse's silky material around the stiff cups. Calmly and
carefully, he began to unbutton the front of my blouse. "Lift your arms
up," Tony muttered huskily. "I'll make sure you don't fall over."

Like Marco before him, the way he was holding onto me was a sure
guarantee of that. Somehow I was astonished but not a bit surprised when I
felt my hardened nipples rubbing against the cups as they were manhandled
again. I did as he wanted and lifted up my arms, allowing Marco to ruck
the blouse up over my wrists like a raised flag of surrender. Then Marco
plucked it away. There was a moment of silence as I stood with my arms
still raised, whilst both of them seemed to be savoring the sight of me
with only my bra and pearls left on above the waist.

"By God, there's some poundage in those two," Marco chuckled. "I could
strain my back hefting those around."

Tony laughed and squeezed my bra cups again: "Don't worry about it,
Marco, Alison will help you fill in the worker's accident form, explaining
what happened."

"Come on, let's get her moving on up," Marco urged. "Take off her other
shoe." He held my shoulders to keep me steady while Tony bobbed down to
obey him.

"Jesus," I heard myself saying, "Are you guys a tight team or what?"

Marco chuckled: "We've had a lot of practice. Turn around."

I twisted around unsteadily and Tony immediately put both of his hands
on my ass again. Marco bent lower and gave one of my earrings a tiny tug.

"See this?" He was holding up my blouse with the ID badge directly in
front of my eyes. "It used to mean you were a boss but now it means you're
ours - otherwise I'll toss this out at the next gust gap, ID and all.
That'd be a lot worse for you than the panties would have been. You
understand that or do I have to say it again?"

"Yes, I understand." It was the only thing I could say.

"Say 'Yes, master', you dumb bitch!" Marco demanded.

What difference did it make now? "Yes, master," I answered obediently.
Somewhere at the back of my mind was a piece of Shakespeare: 'Who cannot be
crushed by a plot?'

This was certainly the cleverest plot I'd ever been caught up in and
just as certainly it had crushed all my scruples. For as long as it took I
was going to have to grant these cunning pair of bastards everything they
wanted from me. It was also about then that I realised that I would have
been disappointed if they had suddenly relented and let me go. Instead I
willingly followed Marco up the steps, feeling the hard metal through my
soles, the aches in my calf muscles and Tony's hands still resting firmly
on the seat of my dress as he almost pushed me up the steps.

At the next gap Marco stopped at the light and turned around. "Step up
here, Rapunsel, and open my fly zip."

The step I stopped at put my face close to his half opened windbreaker.
Looking down I could see the hump in the denim of his jeans where his cock
strained to break free of the tightly stretched material. Even as I tried
to get a grip on the zip tab I felt Tony unhooking the waistband on my
pleated office skirt. Loosened, the skirt fell under its own weight around
my ankles.

"Looking good back here," Tony called out. "Big tits, good legs and an
ass like a pack mule."

Thank you for nothing, you shit. It was tricky easing the zip down
because Marco's thick shaft was pressed against it as if it were standing
to attention. Not only that, a great mass of black pubic hairs seemed to
want to get trapped in the zipper as well. I wondered why he wasn't
wearing any shorts, then decided that was a very stupid question. By then
even I had worked out that it was no accident that these two had gotten in
the lift with a woman on her own. I wondered if I was just the first one
available or if they'd selected me for some reason as a suitable target.

The thick roll of flesh popped out, a sausage with attitude. I took it
in my hands and gave it a welcoming squeeze. I thought it was much the
biggest one I'd ever touched, though it behaved the same as the others I'd
met, standing up and demanding all the attention it could get. But I had
to let it go as Tony wriggled the hem of my slip up over my waist and
pulled it over my head. And then he held it there with the tangled silk
pulled tightly over my face like a mask and my arms trapped inside it.
Behind the thin material I was glad to have some covering from Marco's eyes
when I heard Tony giggling. I supposed that it was the sight of the
bodymould girdle around my hips that he was finding so funny.

"Oh boy! Grab this slip for a minute, Marco."

"Sure thing." I felt the material jerk as Marco grabbed it.

"Hey, Rapunsel," Tony said loudly, "Have you ever had your panties pulled down in front of an audience before?"

I knew I had to answer: "No!" I gasped. "I mean no, Master!"

He laughed: "Couldn't quite hear you there, Rapunsel."

"She said yes, Tony. She must have been a college girl and all college girls end up in the showers with the football team sooner or later. She'd
just love to show us everything she's got."

I felt my panties being tugged from underneath the girdle until they
were trapped inside my stocking suspenders. It was a sensation that made
me gasp and quiver, then squeal as fingertips like hot falling snow ran
lightly around the bared tops of my legs. Then I really squawked as the
fingers tap danced down into the gap between the bottom of the girdle and
the panties. My defenses were well and truly lowered, a fact which Tony
soon proved to all of us, because the more I gasped and called out inside
the folds of the slip, the more thoroughly his fingers explored their newly
won territory. I heard Marco's voice.

"What do you know, I guess she must be ticklish just about all over".

"A lot of underbrush down here, Marco. Needs a good shave, I guess."

"Well what it's going to get is a good ploughing. You reckon she's
ready for planting yet?"

Tony chuckled: "Hey, man, she's as wet and slippery as Mississippi mud
down here already. You can slide it in anytime you like and not even touch
the sides."

"Yeah. I guess that's why the fat slut was playing with my dick. You
all hot and slippery for us, Rapunsel, all ready for some heavy duty
fucking?"

God, it was so embarrassing that they knew I was on heat for them like a
bitch in season.

"Hey, slave woman, I'm asking you a question!"

I knew I was being asked a question. What I was trying to do was to get
some of the wet silk out of my mouth, unaware until then that I'd been
biting on it.

"Yes! Yes!", I finally managed to say. "Yes, master, I need fucking!"

"No need to be shy, gal. You shout it out as loud as you can, so we can
all hear you."

I shouted the same words into the clinging fabric as loudly as I could,
feeling stupid and humiliated and resentful at being treated like a marine
recruit.

Marco grunted in satisfaction: "That's better, Rapunsel. Let's see what
else we can do to get your snatch nicely steaming."

Marco then said something I didn't catch. Tony moved up close behind me
and took over the grip on my arms, still holding them above my head.
Something cold slipped underneath my left bra strap and then the left cup
was sagging as the strap parted. The same thing happened on the other
side, the strap slashed right across in one stroke. My breasts started to
spill out, a process which Marco quickly helped along, scooping each of
them from its sheltering cup with a flick of his powerful hands like a bear
throwing fish out of a river.

I've always been big chested, and I've always got a real kick out of
seeing a man getting excited by my boobs. But this was an indescribable
sensation, to have the wind blowing over my tightly puckered nipples as a
complete stranger rolled them between his fingers, with another guy
watching it all happen. And me in the middle, my panties down around my
thighs, my face still covered by my slip! Now there was another damp patch
in it, where I was moaning through the silk louder than the wind itself.

Tony lowered his hands and put them around me, holding onto my boobs as
well while I saw Marco's shadow stoop lower as he squatted down on the
steps. Then there were four wandering and squeezing hands and an exploring
mouth as well as Marco sucked, licked and lightly bit on my nipples. I
twisted around and bellowed like a cow needing milking, somehow tugging the
slip up over my head. Tony's tongue went straight into my ear and I knew
Marco was absolutely right about the effect all this was having on me. It
was an experience so far above any ordinary sex that it was like being on
another planet.

My arms fell down, my slip hanging down in folds like a collapsed
parachute over Marco's work helmet. I couldn't help grunting with
laughter.

"What's so funny?" Tony whispered hoarsely.

"I was ... ooooh, God ... I wondering if I was safe up here without a
hard hat."

They actually stopped what they were doing for a moment as they laughed.

"We'll give you a couple of hard hats soon enough, Rapunsel," Tony
rasped. "But we'll put some protection on both of them for you."

"Both! Jesus, I don't care anymore, I just want them!"

Well, so much for my cool executive and lady like business image. Marco
put his hand between my legs and played with my clit: "Hey, you sure you've
never been in a threesome before, Rapunsel?"

"No - a foursome. At least I think it was."

Tony squawked with laughter: "You don't know? I gotta hear this. How
about taking her up to the next gap, Marco and listening to this
confession?"

"Sure, let's leave a trail of clothing all the way up to the boudoir."

He pulled the slip down over my hands and dropped it the steps. "Please
put my blouse down as well, in case you wrinkle it," I asked him. "I've
got to wear it out of the building afterwards."

"Are you going to tell us about your dirty date?"

"Yes, alright!"

"OK". He carefully laid the blouse down on top of my slip. "Come on
up."

Again the steps were hard on my feet, though I hardly noticed it by now.
I was dizzy, my head was pounding, my tits were slopping around in the
open, the pulled down panty waist band tugged around the tops of my legs at
every movement, making me feel ridiculous, and Tony's fingers were pushing
against my bared ass like I was riding a rocket sleigh. It was turning out
to be some kind of a day at the office alright - a towering inferno, I
figured.

Past the next gap and then I was struggling on towards the top of the
staircase. Marco had almost run ahead of me, right up to the final step.
When I got there he was standing on it and looking back down towards me.
What really caught my attention though was that he was now bare-chested,
wearing only his jeans and boots. His windbreaker and shirt were lying on
top of his tool belt a few steps further down. As I got closer he dropped
his jeans, displaying a proud standing erection that seemed swollen out of
all proportion even to his strong body. He looked like a young Greek god
waiting to be worshipped and it was clear who was cast for the role of
worshipper.

So I knelt down on the belts and clothes in front of the lovely bully
and put my hands on his cock, stroking it with the respect it deserved.
Behind me Tony tugged at my panties again and I felt the waist band
suddenly go slack around my legs. The panties had parted straight down the
middle like the red Sea parting to give access to the promised land. I
looked around and saw Tony putting a small knife back in his tool belt, and
then his hand went underneath me again, up between the remnants of my
panties still hanging from both girdle clips. Shudders of anticipation
went through my snatch as he explored it and I licked Marco's slit.

"Not a bad start, Rapunsel," Marco said, hoarse-voiced, his fingers in
my hair. "You want to tell us about this foursome deal now?"

"Yes - OK. When I was in Florida, on a business trip I had an argument
with a waiter in the hotel restaurant. Next morning my document case went
missing in the lobby while I was making a phone call. When I got back to
my room there was one of the missing papers pushed under the door with a
note telling me if I wanted the rest of them I had to go to a linen store
room on another floor and go inside."

I leaned forward and licked around the tip of his cock, then put it
completely inside my mouth. Marco growled deep in his throat, then said:
"Wait."

He gave me a condom which was already in his hand, the packet torn open.
"Put it on me, and keep talking."

I did as he told me, easing it over the tip of his cock and then slowly
unrolling it down the twitching shaft. "I had to get those papers back for
an important business meeting the next day. So I went to the linen room.
There wasn't anybody around that I could see but the door was unlocked.
There were shelves of sheets and pillowslips. The light didn't work but I
could see something glowing in the dark at the back of the storeroom.

"I went to it, and the light was coming from a torch tied up inside a
red pillow slip, so there was only a dim reddish glow. It was on a shelf
at waist height. There was another note pinned to the the pillow slip,
saying I had to lie down on my stomach on the pile of sheets next to the
pillow slip. Then I had to call a number on my cell phone and tell the guy
at the other end I was ready for him.

"I did what the note said. I wriggled in between the shelves and found
that by the time my hips were on the edge at one end my hair was touching
the wall behind. Sheets and stuff were piled up on each side so I couldn't
see anything. I was pretty well buried from the waist on in. So, anyway,
I phoned the number. Whoever was at the other end only mumbled something
but I could hear a guy laughing in the background somewhere. I was as
frightened as hell - I had to get those papers back though, I had to."

Marco giggled. "I like the scene, Rapunsel. Love it - blow me for a
while as I think about it."

Holding his cock steady with my fingers around the base and cupped
underneath his balls I deep throated him as far as I could. Meanwhile Tony
stuck his tongue in my ear and licked it in a wet swirling motion as he
toyed with my clit. I squealed and snorted around Marco's cock at the
pleasure he was giving me. "So did you get your case back, Alison?"

I nodded, well muffled by Marco as his streamlined erection rubbed
insistently at the back of my mouth.

"Hey, let's take her into the workroom and hear the rest of it," Tony
suggested.

"OK, OK," Marco conceded. "Come on up for air, Rapunsel."

They both pulled me to my feet, with the halves of my panties fluttering
around my legs in the breeze. Marco led me by the hand into a sort of work
chamber, with lots of blue painted boxes on the wall like fuse boxes and
stuff. But the only thing I was looking at was a dish hanging the middle
of the room, about six or seven feet wide, suspended by four wide straps
that ran under the dish and up to a hoisting device in the roof. Wildly, I
wondered if they intended using it for me somehow, and then I saw that the
dish was full up to the brim with styrofoam packing beads and I knew what
to expect.

There were no words, no time to even think of asking questions. They
sat me on the edge of the disk, steadied it as it swayed like a hammock,
rolled me over onto my back, and then each guy grabbed one of my legs,
lifted them up high in the air and pushed my calves behind two of the
straps so I was hanging there in front of them and spreadeagled wide open,
with the centerpiece of the display one well lubricated pussy eager to meet
a willing partner. A desire soon granted because Tony threw away his
helmet, knelt down, grinned at me between my opened thighs and then peeled
my cunt lips apart as if it was a juicy orange he was getting ready to eat.
I squealed and rolled my eyes around, looking for Marco. He was getting
his gear off in quick time.

"Tell me the story, Momma!" Tony demanded. He encouraged me with the
tip of his tongue against my clit and I whimpered.

"I heard the door of the linen room open. There were footsteps, I don't
know how many. Somebody had a radio on, not too loud. I heard the door
close again. My face was down into the sheets I was on, I couldn't see
anything, I couldn't hear very much but I knew there was movement behind
me. A lot of movement, maybe. I heard a lot of sniggers and giggles and
then the bottom of my skirt got pulled up and tucked underneath my waist.
All I had on underneath was a pair of panties. Then they started spanking
me."

Tony pushed a finger deep inside me as he kept on licking the hard
little switch that was blasting my entire body with shots of pure
adrenaline. Instead of rolling my eyes I grabbed at my tits and rolled
them around for the boys: I could feel my trapped leg muscles vibrating
against the supporting straps like a ship's rigging in a gale. Marco was
listening to me wide eyed and seemed to be taking forever to get his boots
off.

"I don't know what they were using, a cane maybe but every stroke sure
smarted. I squealed a lot because I figured that was what they wanted.
Pretty soon they had my panties coming down. That was terryifing because I
could feel two hands on each of my legs as they were pulling them off me
and the spanking never missed a beat as it was happening. Of course that
was the deal, to let me know I was going to get gang fucked by a bunch of
guys I couldn't even see."

Marco strode over, naked as a jaybird, his prick swinging in front of
him like a lowered gun aimed straight at me. "Stand aside, Tony, coming
through."

Tony stood up, grinned at me, then moved to his left. Marco stepped up
to the plate, grabbed his pink tipped bat, eased it into foul territory,
then grabbed my legs and pulled me forward for the first innings from the
visitors' team. It was an all the way home run, longer than I'd ever
dreamed possible and I shouted and clutched onto the two straps next to my
arms like a subway passenger in a train crash. Which was something like
true because I felt as if I being fucked by some kind of mechanical dildo
driven by a runaway engine. As far as I was concerned, right then and
there, Marco was the most wonderful thing in the world and I'd do anything
at all for him, just as long as he'd keep me impaled on his huge cock.
Then Tony bent over the dish, scrunched my nipples up in his hands and bent
down to bite on them, and I would have happily died for him as well.

"So did they screw you, Alison?

"Of course the bastards screwed me! They fucked my cunt and arse with
baby oil until I thought I was dead and gone to heaven!"

Tony laughed, pulled down his opened jeans, grabbed my hand and placed
it on his massively veined erection: At the same time Marco put his hands
on my hips and began swinging the dish to match a series of savage lunges
into my pussy. Between that and Tony tugging at my teats, it was a ride on
the highest, deepest, most thrilling roller coaster ever built, then
multiplied God knows how many times. It was sex with steroids. I
screeched like an owl at midnight, moaning and trying to blow away the
scraps of styrofoam somehow sticking to my face and lips. I began coming,
coming in huge waves that turned me from a rational human being into a
jerking bundle of muscles and nerves with Marco's bull strong body pounding
away between my trapped legs. It was like being Barbarella, sentenced to
death in the pleasure machine.

"You fucking smart assed office boss bitch, I'm going to take you down
to your office and fuck you on your own desk with everybody watching!"
Marco raged at me. "You're gonna beg for it because you do what we tell
you now! And when we've finished we'll let all the other guys in the
office fuck the boss lady as well!"

The image of that in my mind send me into a frenzied orgasm that must
have matched Marco's because I heard him give a great gasp of pleasure and
triumph. While I was still half concious my legs were loosened from the
straps and I was rolled over onto my side. The movement dislodged my
glasses and as I was trying to straighten them a hand grabbed my right
ankle, then lifted it up at an impossibly high angle in the air, as if I
was some kind of a ballet dancer. I yelped and another cock slammed
straight into me at an angle which really was screwing me. Tony was
astride my left leg, his own legs clamped around it like a raunchy dog,
still holding my right leg way up in the air over his shoulder as he rammed
right up me: his cock was slipping in and out of my cunt with squelching
noises like an old fashioned hand pump sucking up water. I bawled with
passion, throwing handfuls of packing beads into the air like confetti.

"Hey, Rapunsel, you may be an old fuck but you're a pretty good one,"
Tony gloated. "I told Marco you were a sure thing first off. Just like
the two other women we've fucked while we've been working here." He began
slamming into me even harder.

"Look to the left, Rapunsel. Look left!" With my head half buried and
my glasses tilted askew again I could hardly look anywhere though I saw the
brilliant white light of a flash bulb, then at Marco grinning at me before
he aimed the camera again.

Tony was loving his triumph:"We'll have a party when we finish up here.
Lots of our friends, and you three office sluts as well, so you can get
introduced and show each other your naughty pictures."

The camera flash smeared across my face again.

"Then we'll draw lots and see which of you gets taken out into the
middle of the party first for a public fucking by anybody who wants you."

THE END

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