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   Life is full of surprises!  Never in a million years would I have
thought that I'd have one of these stories to share.  I always figured
these kinds of experiences were reserved for more adventurous people, the
young go-getters, who travelled the world and took chances.

   And yet, here I am.  A 28-year old building manager of a three-story
building in New York City.  My dad is, what you might call, a real estate
tycoon and had generously offered me the position in one of his buildings.
The job came with a modest salary and a street-side apartment on the top
floor.  Not to be ungrateful, but the enormous window panes had cost me a
small fortune on drapes.

   There were eight apartments in total, two on each floor.  There was also
a basement level, for storage, laundry, and waste disposal.  The building
also housed an old freight elevator, with metal grating instead of walls,
and a collapsible grill for a door.  Instead of replacing it with a more
contemporary model, dad had the original restored and repaired.  According
to him, it made the building unique.

   Needless to say, as the entire building had been renovated from top to
bottom, there wasn't a whole lot for me to do.  Although I had no
complaints financially, I was bored out of my skull after only a week.

   Things only started getting interesting when Kristen -- and her
boyfriend -- moved in.  She was 24, had long blond hair, blueish grey eyes,
and a body that wouldn't quit.  She moved in right next to me, on the same
floor, but at the back of the building, overlooking a bunch of abandoned
warehouses.

   Her boyfriend was the strong, silent type.  I never saw him hurt or
mistreat her, but there always seemed to be some sort of tension between
them.  Maybe because of the way she dressed.  Although she seemed a bit
shy, she always wore sexy, sometimes borderline improper, outfits.

   Whenever I ran into her in the hallway or the elevator, I would stare
and gawk at her for as long as possible.  Of course, she caught me a few
times, but never said anything about it.  Truth be told, I don't think she
minded.

   One Wednesday morning, about two months after they'd moved in, there was
a knock at my door.  I paused the movie I was watching and walked over to
the door.  Opening it, I saw Kristen standing there, dressed in a black and
white dotted short summer dress, and some black pumps.

   Instinctively, I erected my back, making myself an inch taller, sucked
in my belly, and pressed my chest forward like any man trying to impress a
woman.

   "Hi, can I help you?" I asked, politely.

   "I uh...  I...  can I come in?  I really don't want to do this in the
hallway," she whispered, clearly nervous.

   "Sure," I said, as I opened the door further to invite her in, "Is
something wrong?  Do you need some help with anything?"

   "Well, I...  uh...  I...  ok...  so, I uh...  first of all, you need to
know that I've...  been having psychological problems for several years
now," she stammered, even more nervous than before.

   "Ooookay," I whispered softly, slightly concerned as a particular scene
from the movie 'Psycho' came to mind.

   "As a matter of fact, I have several sexual dysfunctions," she
elaborated.

   Wait, what?

   "...  and they're making my life hell.  Jon doesn't wanna talk about
them, because they're out of his comfort zone, but I...  I feel like I am
going crazy..." she said nervously pacing in place.

   "I've tried to fight my urges, and keep them bottled up inside, but I...
can't anymore!"

   "Kristen, look, I don't know the first thing about psychology, so I am
not sure how I can help you," I replied, not sure how else to respond.

   "It's about your apartment," she blurted out.

   "My apartment?  What about it?" I asked, totally confused.

   "Ok...  relax...  take a deep breath," she whispered to herself as she
closed her eyes.  I waited patiently for about fifteen seconds, realizing I
probably shouldn't interrupt whatever she was doing.

   Suddenly, she opened her eyes and said in a firm, determined voice, "I
would like your permission to take off my clothes and play with myself in
front of your window!"

   BAM!  Knock me over with a feather, why don't you!

   "You what?" I asked, bewildered, thinking I might have misunderstood
her.

   "I uh...  I am a compulsive exhibitionist with a...  strong tendency for
self-humiliation!" she said, clearly having memorized her medical
diagnosis. Desperately trying to make sense of all this new information, I
took my eyes off of her for a moment and glanced around the room.

   Then it hit me.  With nothing but empty warehouses on her side of the
building, there would be little point -- from an exhibitionist's point of
view -- in masturbating in front of her own window, I realized.  I glanced
over at my closed drapes, which were the only thing preventing an entire
office building full of people from observing my every move.

   Kristen must have mistaken my silence for hesitation and decided to
sweeten the deal.

   "You...  uh...  you can watch...  if you'd like!" she added, "I've seen
you looking at me!"

   Well, if she was offering.

   "I uh...  I think I would like that," I whispered calmly, trying to act
as if this wasn't a dream come true.

   "So, when would you like to do this?" I asked.

   "Uh...  is now a good time?" she asked, glancing at my paused movie.

   "Yeah, sure," I blurted out, as I scurried over to the tv and switched
it off, feeling my cock getting hard in my pants.

   Gathering her courage, she strolled over to the window and carefully
opened the curtains, which I had closed earlier to enhance my movie
experience.  After peeking over her shoulder, at me, one last time, she
faced her audience -- the building across the street -- and slowly started
gyrating her hips.

   Slowly, while twisting and turning her body, she ran her hands all over
her dress.  Her breathing audibly intensified as she surrendered to her
lust.  After about a minute, she unbuttoned three buttons of her dress and
continued dancing, showing one hell of a cleavage.

   Then, after dancing for another forty seconds or so, she raised the hem
of her dress, briefly exposing her ass and her black, lace, see-through
panties.  Next, she turned around, giving me a brief glance of her cleavage
and her black bra as she bent forward, reaching for her feet with both
hands and pushing her sexy ass against the glass.

   God, I was hard.  I didn't know if taking my cock out would discourage
her, so I decided not to take the chance.  The last thing I wanted to do
was ruin this once in a lifetime chance!  She got back up and continued
dancing, her ass still towards the glass.

   She unbuttoned the rest of her dress, took it off and threw it on the
floor while staring into my eyes.  Next, she unclasped her bra and flung it
halfway across the room with a graceful toss, granting me a brief peek at
her chest.  Then, just two seconds later, she spun around, grabbed her
naked tits and started playing with them in front of anyone lucky enough to
be looking in this direction.

   The building across the street was all mirror-glass, so during the
daytime it was impossible to look inside.  There was no telling whether
there were two people watching, or fifty.  The possibility alone seemed to
be enough for Kristen, who continued her performance zealously.  After a
few more sexy dance moves, she started pushing down her panties and stepped
out of them about thirty seconds later.

   I was drooling over her naked backside and her tight ass, when she
suddenly turned around, granting me a view of her perfect C-cup tits and
her Brazilian strip.  God, she looked so fucking hot.  I couldn't believe
my luck!  After pressing her naked ass against the glass and rubbing
herself on it for a little while, she turned around again and dropped to
her knees.

   She opened her legs wide and brought her right hand in between them, and
started to play with herself.  She squirmed and writhed, moaned and bucked
back and forth, getting herself -- and me -- all riled up.  It didn't take
long for me to start hearing squishy noises as she was plunging her fingers
in and out of her exquisite cunt.

   I cupped and squeezed my massive erection, still not having the nerve to
actually take it out and jack off.  Meanwhile Kristen continued
masturbating and fingering herself for many more minutes.  Eventually, when
her orgasm hit her, she pushed herself up on her knees, leaned back and ran
her free hand through her hair as she moaned loudly.

   Oh my god!  This gorgeous, sexy -- and clearly dysfunctional -- woman
was climaxing in my apartment.  When she was done, she collapsed on the
floor on her back, panting heavily.  I continued to gawk at her naked,
beautiful body until she got up a few minutes later.  She grabbed her dress
and put it back on, then picked up her underwear and came up towards me.

   "Thank you," she whispered, "That was exactly what I needed."

   "No no, thank you," I replied with a smile.

   "So, can I come over and do this again sometime?" she asked.

   "Any fucking time you want," I blurted out.

   She giggled, then looked down at the fat bulge in my pants and
whispered, "I'm bit surprised that you didn't whip...  that out."

   "I, uh...  I didn't know if that would be all right," I replied
sheepishly.

   "It's all right," she smiled, "It's the least I can do."

   After waiting a few seconds, she added, "Well, what are you waiting
for?"

   "Oh, you mean right now?" I whispered.

   I pushed my sweat pants down along with my boxers, grabbed my huge dong
with both hands and started jacking off.  I cupped my balls with my left
hand, while my right one was furiously pumping my massive cock.  I was too
fucking horny to be ashamed or shy.

   Amused by my eagerness, but also somewhat impressed by my size and
hardness, she stared down at my crotch.

   "Oh yeah," she giggled softly, "Look at you go!"

   After having watched her performance, I didn't need a lot of time to get
myself off.

   I started shaking and trembling barely five seconds after her last
statement, arched my back and started ejaculating against the wall.

   Even more amused than before, Kristen giggled even louder and said, "Oh
yeah, oh fuck yeah!"

   Determined to make an even bigger mess, now that Kristen was cheering me
on, I took a few steps to the left, then back to the right, expanding my
canvas.  When the bulk of my load had already left my cock, she squatted
down next to the wall, and took a real good look at my bountiful load.

   "Fucking hell," she whispered as she gawked at a bead of sperm dripping
slowly onto the floor.

   After about ten seconds, she got back up, smiled and said, "I'd better
be going...  see you later!"

   I nodded and murmured goodbye, watching her leave my apartment.

   I looked at the wall I had just decorated with my juice, at my spent
cock and then at the large window she had used to flaunt herself.  I was
bewildered and felt as if everything that had happened was a dream.  The
memories of what she'd done continued to occupy my thoughts and dreams for
the rest of the day and night.

   The next day, it was late afternoon, and I was filling in some paperwork
for some of the tenants, when there was a knock at my door.  Although part
of me hoped it would be Kristen, I didn't really believe it myself.  But
true enough, there she was, even more sexy and beautiful than the day
before.

   She was wearing a mustard-colored skirt, halfway to the knee with blue,
see-through stockings underneath and brown, half-high boots.  She was
wearing a blue thin sweater, with a deep cleavage, which showed both straps
of her black bra.  Her hair had been tied into a bun.  She was wearing a
subtle amount of make-up, not too much, just enough to accentuate her
features.  She had a purse around her shoulders, so I assumed she had come
straight home from work.

   "Is this a good time?" she asked, with a faint smile.

   My heart skipped a beat as I knew exactly what she was referring to.

   "Sure!" I exclaimed, probably a bit too eager as I stepped out of the
doorway and invited her in, with a grand gesture of my right arm.

   "Good, I've been thinking about it all morning," Kristen said, as she
walked in, and dropped her purse on the floor on her way to the window
pane. As the drapes were open, she could get straight down to business. 
She was clearly very excited and horny.

   Before she did anything else, she unbuttoned and unzipped her
mustard-colored skirt on her right hip and let it fall to the floor.  Then,
she slightly bent her knees and started dancing and swaying to some
imaginary music.

   Holy fuck, I thought to myself as I slowly approached her, cupping my
already growing cock through my sweat pants.  Her long, perfect legs and
her ass looked even more appetizing in her blue stockings.  Her black, lace
panties emphasized her butt cheeks.

   While she danced and squirmed, and ran the back of her hands over her
face and through her hair, I -- remembering the clear invitation and
explicit permission from the day before -- whipped out my fat cock and
wrapped my right hand around it.

   Kristen, who was staring out the window, hoping at least some people
were watching her, took off her sweater, dropped it on the floor and
immediately reached back to unclasp her bra.  She dropped it on the floor
as well and cupped her tits as she lustfully stared out in front of her.

   She tugged both nipples, making herself squirm uncomfortably, then
slapped both tits alternately, before turning around.  She was clearly
horny, even more so than yesterday.  She slid her right hand in her
stockings and her panties and started playing with her clit, her body
facing the window -- and the office building across the street.

   After squirming and playing with herself for a little while longer, she
suddenly said, "Cum on my ass!"

   "What?" I asked flabbergasted, not having expected that.

   As she got down on all fours, perpendicular to the window, sticking her
ass out towards me, she said, while leaning on her left hand, using her
right hand to diddle her clit, "Dump your cum on my ass, all over my
stockings!"

   With my hormones running the show, I was in no position to decline her
request and so I took a few small steps towards her, jacking my dick.

   "Or better yet, rip 'em and cum all over my panties!" she exclaimed as
she shoved a couple of fingers up her twat.

   "Fuck, are you serious?" I said, feeling my balls contract.

   "Only [moan] one way to [moan] find out, [grunt] isn't there?" she
groaned.

   I let go of my cock, putting both hands on her ass crack, clawing at the
blue nylon fabric and forcefully tore it apart.  Kirsten gasped as the
applied force propagated through her body.  Immediately afterwards, I
wrapped my right hand back around my dong and pumped it, pushing the
mushroom tip against her black, lace panties.

   Barely four seconds later, I squirted my glob onto her panties and into
her ass crack, wedging her panties in there a little bit.

   She shrieked with a giggle, and hung her head down as she whispered,
"That's right, that's all I am good for!"

   God, this girl had issues, I thought to myself.  I got up and moved away
from the window as Kirsten remained on her knees for another couple of
seconds.

   "You uh...  you didn't..." I stammered.

   "No," she smirked, "That's okay."

   "I could...  you know...  if you'd want..." I stammered, eloquent as
ever.

   She smiled at me and replied, "That's sweet, but thank you; actually,
not climaxing makes me feel even more like a useless cunt!"

   Issues...  I thought.

   "You're sure there's nothing I can do?" I offered again.

   "Well, there's one thing!" she whispered, grinning at me.

   "What?  Name it."

   "I want you to throw me out of your apartment, now!  Don't give me time
to put my clothes back on.  Just kick me out, like you would an unwelcomed
guest!"

   I swallowed.  If I hadn't just shot my load, I'd be hard, right now.

   I took a deep breath and then played the part she wanted me to play.  I
grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door.

   "Wait, at least...  my clothes...  wait," she whined, playing her part
with conviction.

   I swung the door open with my free hand and yanked her through the
doorway.  Because of the force I had used, she turned in place, lost her
balance and fell backwards onto her ass.  I turned back to pick up her
skirt, sweater and bra, then walked back to the doorway and threw her
clothes in her face.  Then, I slammed the door shut.

   I peeked through the spyhole and saw her sitting on her ass, looking
down at her bare tits and ripped stockings, a wide grin on her face.  I
turned away from the door and went about my business again, having a few
extra wonderful memories.

   About four hours later, I heard the elevator arriving at our floor,
indicating that her boyfriend had come home.  About ten minutes later,
there was a gentle knock on the door.  When I opened up, I was pleasantly
surprised to see Kirsten standing there, wearing nothing but black panties,
stockings, a black bra and black knee-high boots.  She was positively
shivering with arousal.

   "Your boyfriend's home, isn't he?" I verified, as I stared at her tits.

   "He is," she replied.

   "You waited for him to be home, before coming over, didn't you?"

   "I did," she smiled.

   "You're a slut," I whispered.

   "I am," she confirmed.

   "What's he doing right now?" I asked.

   "Taking a shower."

   "So, you don't have a lot of time?" I concluded.

   "I do not," she admitted.

   I stepped out of the way, inviting her in.  She smiled and strolled
right up to the window, taking a good look at the building across the
street.  Because it was now dark outside, you could actually see into the
offices that were lit.  Despite the late hour, there were still a lot of
people sitting behind their desks, or walking around.  In one larger room,
there was a meeting going on, with about ten people.

   "Come here, and let me suck that cock of yours," she whispered.

   I closed the door and walked up to her, taking my fat cock out of my
pants.  She kneeled down, eagerly opening her mouth wide and sliding her
lips over my cock.  God, that felt good.

   Without any reservations, she began bobbing her head up and down my fat,
pulsating cock, while she kept her gaze as much as possible directed at her
audience.  To degrade herself even more, she used her free hand -- the one
not wrapped around my dong -- to wobble her tit, closest to the window, up
and down, through her bra.

   I managed to keep it together for about three minutes, before I had to
cum.

   "Oh shit, I am cumming," I said, and pulled my dick out of her mouth,
wrapped my right hand around it, aimed it at the window and began pumping
my sperm out of my balls, groaning.

   While I was ejaculating, she quickly unclasped her bra and dangled it in
my line of fire, getting my cream all over it.

   "Oh fuck yeah," she chuckled.

   When I was done, she dropped her bra on the floor, got up and hooked her
thumbs behind the waistband of her stockings and panties, and pushed both
items of clothing down to her boots.  Then, she kneeled back down, facing
the cum-covered window and slipped two fingers up her sopping pussy.  Just
like that, she started pleasuring herself.

   After fingering herself into the right -- nasty -- frame of mind, she
leaned forward and pressed her face against the window, amidst my freshly
deposited load.  She rubbed her left cheek around in it, then her right
one, then the left one again, etc.  etc., while she continued fingering
herself hard and fast.  I took a step back and covered my mouth with my
right hand, shocked and flabbergasted.

   It was the nastiest, vilest and most arousing thing I had ever seen.  I
never even knew there were women out there, who liked this kind of thing.

   She started bucking, groaning and whining as she started to climax.  As
orgasmic waves of pleasure began rushing over her body, she took things
even further and started licking the window, with long, slow licks --
collecting my sperm in her mouth.  It only made her cum harder.  She
squirted against the bottom of the window, over and over again, creating a
small puddle between her legs.

   I watched her climax for nearly two whole minutes before she finally let
up and took her face away from the window, catching her breath.

   When she finally, slowly, took her fingers out of her soaking wet twat,
she glimpsed down and whispered, "I am sorry for the mess..."

   "Don't be!" I replied immediately, "That was the hottest thing I've ever
seen in my life!"

   She giggled, a little embarrassed and asked, "You don't think that
was... weird, or...  I don't know disgusting?"

   "Well, yeah," I chuckled, "But that was kind of the idea, wasn't it?"

   She fought a smile as she looked down at the floor, clearly a bit
embarrassed, now that her actions were no longer being governed by her
lust.

   "Bathroom's that way," I said, as I helped her up and pointed her
towards the other side of the apartment.

   "Thanks," she whispered, as she bent down to pick up her bra and then
stumbled, wobbled -- due to her stockings and panties being around her
knees -- towards the bathroom.

   While Kristen got cleaned up, I stuffed my cock back in my pants and
cleaned up the mess we'd both made.  When she came out of the bathroom,
about five minutes later, her face looked spotless and her bra, panties and
stockings were back in their proper place.

   "Thanks, this was fun," she said as she walked back into the living
room.

   "It really was," I replied as I escorted her to the door.

   "You think your boyfriend is still in the shower?" I asked.

   "I hope not," she grinned, clearly keen on getting herself in trouble.

   She opened the door, walked out and turned, whispering, "Until next
time?"

   "You got it!" I smiled, and closed the door behind her.

   The following morning, Friday, I had just heard the elevator arrive and
leave my floor, when there was a knock at the door.  I looked at my watch
and saw that it was 9:11am.  Office hours had just started.  And sure
enough, there she was, Kristen, standing outside my door.  This time, she
was wearing a long, pink bathrobe, down to her ankles.  She was barefoot. I
assumed the elevator had been her boyfriend leaving for work.

   "Is this a good time?" she asked.

   "Sure, no problem," I replied.

   "You sure, 'cause I'm going to be here a while," she blurted out, as I
noticed for the first time that she was holding a dark red dildo in her
left hand.

   "Eric wouldn't have sex with me," she added.

   Part of me wanted to ask, "What's wrong with him?" but then decided
against it.  The less she was thinking about her stupid ass boyfriend --
who obviously didn't know a good deal, even when it wanted to get fucked --
the better.

   So, I just closed the door behind her and whispered, "You're welcome to
stay as long as you want!"

   "That's sweet," she whispered.

   I couldn't help but feel that the word 'sweet' was somewhat
inappropriate.  I wasn't being sweet.  I was being selfish and horny.  I
was taking advantage of her and the situation, and she knew it.  She was
just too horny and too fucked-up to care!

   "Tell you what," she smiled as she traced her index fingers over my
bulging crotch, "Don't cum during the first act, and I'll give you the best
blowjob you've ever had!"

   I nodded and smiled, not believing my luck.  God, she was so horny
again...

   I watched her untie her bathrobe and take it off, revealing her
completely naked body underneath.  No underwear, no slippers, no socks...
she was completely butt naked.  She walked up to the drapes, yanked them
open and then got on her back, her twat facing the window.  She opened her
legs as wide as possible and scooted as close to the glass as she could.

   Then, she gently pried her twat open with her left hand, while she
pushed the dildo into herself with her right one.  Mere inches from the
window, she began fucking herself with the red toy, putting herself
shamelessly on display for anyone to see.  Slowly, I moved to the couch and
slowly tugged my dick, keeping it hard and ready, but making sure I didn't
cum.

   It took her quite a while to make herself cum.  I assumed she was
deliberately making it last, as she stopped at regular intervals.  After
being on her back for about ten minutes, she changed position, and got on
her left side, putting her right foot up against the glass.  After drilling
herself like that for a while longer, she got on her back again and
finished herself off.

   She came hard, long and loud.  She really rammed that fake dick in
there, hard and deep.  When her orgasm was over, she caught her breath for
a minute, then turned to me, watching me pump my huge dick.

   "Come here," she whispered, eagerly licking her lips as she got on all
fours perpendicular to the window.

   I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and sat down in front of her, right
in front of her face, which prompted her to slowly move her head forward,
open her mouth and engulf my fat dick.  She reached back and gave the red
dildo, which was still sticking out of her battered twat, a gently push,
just to make sure it was still lodged up there, then looked up at me and
said, "And don't pull away this time!  I want you to cum all over my face!"

   She smiled up at my shocked face and asked, "Is that okay?"

   "Fuck yeah!" I blurted out.

   Grinning, she started sucking and licking, slow and sensual, gradually
picking up the pace until she was bobbing her head furiously up and down,
milking my shaft with her lips.  She stopped multiple times, letting my
dick shrink for a bit, before resuming what she'd been doing.  She licked
my balls, ran her tongue up and down my big shaft, jacked me off a little
bit, slapped my hard dick in her face...  she played with me for almost
twenty minutes, giving me -- as promised -- the best blowjob of my life.

   Eventually, she looked up at me and asked, "You wanna cum?"

   "Yes please," I whispered, desperately longing for relief.

   She wrapped her right hand around my dong, got her mouth into position
and then said, "Remember, all over my face, okay?"

   "Got it," I whispered.

   She wolfed down my big cock and started jacking and sucking harder and
faster than she had done before, clearly planning to get me off as soon as
she could.  After about forty seconds, I felt my balls contract and so I
grabbed my dick, jumped up from my chair, and pulled it out of her slut
mouth and started jacking off like a crazy man, aiming for her nose.

   She smiled, tilted her face up and kept her eyes open as she looked me,
right in the eye.  A few moments later, I started ejaculating and moved my
dick all over her face, covering as much surface as I could.

   She kept her eyes open for as long as she could, I squirted her left one
shut, about halfway through my ejaculation, submissively allowing me to
make a mess of her beautiful face.  When I was empty, I sat back down and
admired my paint job.  I don't think I had ever cum that much...

   I got up and whispered, "I need a drink!" as I stumbled into the
kitchen.

   "Would you mind if I had another go?" she asked, prompting me to turn
around and watch her get back on her knees and bring her right hand in
between her legs, touching her red dildo.

   "Not at all, go right ahead," I replied as I walked over to the fridge
and grabbed a bottle of water.  As I poured myself a large glass of water,
I looked at her get back on her knees in front of the glass.

   She began jamming the dildo in and out of her cunt, fucking herself with
it again.  This time, however, she began whispering obscenities as well,
something she hadn't done before.

   "Oh yeah...  look at me...  I'm such a fucking whore...  my slut face
covered in cum...  that's all I'm good for...  just a no-good cumslut...  a
stupid bitch...  oh yeah...  oh fuck yeah...  I'm such a nasty cock-slut...
good-for-nothing piece-of-shit whore!"

   She lasted maybe another minute or so, before she started violently
climaxing again, her body shaking and twitching.  After a minute or two of
violently orgasming, she finally relaxed and let her head bump against the
window, in pure exhaustion.  She collapsed on the floor and stared at the
ceiling, while she panted and heaved loudly.  She'd been in front of the
window for nearly fifty minutes non-stop.

   "Can I get you anything?  A towel, or something to drink?" I asked as I
approached her, smiling at the lewd and disgusting spectacle before me.

   "No, thank you," she whispered, "I gotta go."

   She stumbled to her feet, grabbed her dildo and bathrobe and walked over
to the door.  Sensing she'd prefer that I didn't follow her out, I stayed
where I was and said, "See you next time."

   "Ok, bye-bye," she said as she stepped out and closed the door behind
her.  Although it was only a ten seconds walk from my apartment to hers, I
couldn't help but think what a slut she was for making the trip, butt
naked, her face covered in my sperm and carrying her red, soaked dildo in
her right hand.

   That evening, they seemed to be having a party.  The music was quite
loud and there was a bunch of people in the hallways talking and laughing,
but as I hadn't had any complaints from the other tenants, I let them have
their fun.  I have a decent surround system on my tv, so it doesn't bother
me either.

   Around 11 pm, there was a knock on the door.  As office hours were over,
and they were having a party, imagine my surprise when I noticed Kirsten
standing there, when I peeked through the spyhole.  I opened the door,
hoping there was no one else with her, as I was wearing nothing but boxers.
She was wearing a short, black cocktail dress.  She looked at me, glancing
down at my crotch for a few seconds.

   "You...  uh...  wanna come in?" I asked, hearing people talk further
down the hall, barely twenty meters and one corner away.

   "No," she whispered, as she reached for her neck and unzipped her
cocktail dress, then pushed down her straps and slid it down all the way,
over her hips, causing it to fall to her feet.  I gawked at her, in her
black panties and bra.  God, she looked hot!

   I reached into my boxers and pulled out my half-hard cock and started
stroking it.  She smiled and pulled down her panties, stepping out of both
pieces of clothing.  She turned her head, listening to the people talking
around the corner, probably less than ten meters away and brought her right
hand to her twat and started playing with her clit.  She was getting off on
the danger, on the chance of getting caught.

   Then, she turned to look at me again, and then slowly started walking
backwards towards the corner.  The closer she got to the corner, and to
danger, the hornier she seemed to become.  As close to the corner as
possible, without being seen by her guests, she got down on her knees,
facing me.  Her turned-up feet couldn't have been more than five
centimeters from the corner.

   She reached back, unhooked her bra and threw it towards me, then started
squeezing her right tit with her left hand, and playing with her twat with
her right.  She hung her tongue lewdly out of her slut mouth, desperately
trying to be the biggest slut she could be.  Slowly, I walked up towards
her, jacking my throbbing dick.

   When I was standing right in front of her, she looked up at me and said,
"Cum all over me!"

   She didn't whisper, she just used her normal voice.  God, she was
playing it dangerously.  But then, she reached back for her left high heel
with her left hand, untied the laces and took it off.  But instead of
leaving it next to her foot, she threw it behind us, towards my apartment.
As she'd had thrown it high up in the air, it hit the tiled floor with
quite some noise.

   The fact that everyone around the corner suddenly went quiet, indicated
that they'd heard the noise.  Still, Kirsten wasn't worried and now reached
for her other shoe, while she continued playing with herself.  Realizing
she was going to do it again, I knew I was going to cum hard when I'd hear
the next bang.  She grabbed her shoe and threw it up in the air.

   It landed with an ever louder clash than the first one, and I couldn't
hold back.  I exploded, shooting a thick wad all over her chest and
stomach. A smaller rope hit her smack in the middle of her face, before
dozens of drops started raining down all over her; her shoulders, her arms,
legs, tits...

   As the guests around the corner were still quiet, I realized they were
probably wondering what those noises were.  Although it was a distinct
possibility that at least one of them would come and investigate, Kirsten
didn't seem to care and just leaned forward to wolf down my spent cock. 
She sucked the remainder of my cum out of my shaft and licked my balls.

   She kept this up until the guests started talking and laughing again,
and the immediate danger of getting caught had passed.  We walked back to
my door, where she put on her cocktail dress again, this time without her
underwear.

   She took a few moments to enjoy the feeling of my cum getting spread and
pressed into her skin by means of her tight dress.  She even pressed down
on her dress, in between her tits, where I had shot the biggest wad,
rubbing my sperm into her skin.  While she put her shoes back on, she said,
"Leave the underwear," looking at her black panties and bra.

   As she hadn't cum, she was still horny and nasty, and it showed; her
nipples were rock hard and piercing through her cocktail dress.

   "I'll need to get fucked later on," she blurted out, "You wanna do the
honors?"

   "When?  Where?" I replied.

   "2 am.  Basement," she replied, clearly having it all planned out.

   "I'll be there," I replied as I watched her traipse away and turn the
corner; her underwear still on the floor, in front of my apartment.  I
closed the door, set my alarm for 1:55 am and continued watching tv. 
Luckily I had set my alarm as I had fallen asleep as soon as the movie was
over.

   When I woke, I was sporting a massive boner.  Good, I thought to myself,
that'll come in handy.  I put on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and headed
for the elevator.  When I passed by Kirsten's apartment, there was still a
lot of commotion, but at least some guests had already gone home.  I took
the elevator down to the basement level and waited.

   About two minutes later, Kirsten arrived, also by elevator, holding two
garbage bags in her hands -- which had probably been her excuse to leave
the party.  As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she put down the
garbage bags against a nearby wall and started taking off her cocktail
dress, keeping her shoes on.

   There she was, naked except for her high heels once again, letting my
gawk at her body.  From up close, I could see some of my dried up cum still
on her skin.

   "So...  where do I fuck you?" I asked, figuring I might take the
initiative for once.

   "Underneath the elevator," she grinned.

   "What?" I asked, surprised, not having expected that response.

   As if on cue, the elevator engaged and started to rise, probably being
called to our floor.  Without hesitation, Kirsten took a few steps
backwards and got on her back, on the cold concrete, where the elevator had
just been.

   The old elevator had all of its mechanical components on the roof,
making a technical compartment down here unnecessary.  Kirsten laid down
and spread her legs, saying, "Fuck me, as hard as you want!"

   More than a bit hesitant, but unwilling to pass up this chance of a
lifetime, I carefully got on my knees in between her legs and pushed my
cock into her soaking wet, dripping cunt.  When the elevator, carrying
people from the party, started coming down, I started getting a bit
anxious. But inadvertently, my cock grew harder and I started fucking
Kirsten harder.  She didn't give a fuck about anything, apparently and
moaned out loud.  I quickly covered her mouth, while I kept my eye on the
elevator.  Luckily, it stopped at ground level.

   About thirty seconds later, it started moving again, going back up. 
Kirsten started groping and squeezing her tits, in anticipation of it
coming back down.  Truth be told, I started to see the appeal.  The danger,
not only of getting caught but also of having the elevator come down on us.
Sure enough, it would be a spectacular way of going out, and it made my
cock harder than it had ever been before, but I wasn't taking my eye off
the elevator.

   With every elevator ride, bringing guests from the party to the
elevator, we both got more rallied up and I was having more and more
difficulty keeping Kirsten quiet with just one hand.  Her screams and moans
were getting louder, as she was steadily approaching her well-deserved and
clearly overdue climax.

   She was remarkably at ease, considering the fact that it would only take
a wrong push of a button or one of the other tenants to come down to the
basement at this ungodly hour, to send us crawling for our lives...

   She climaxed and trashed around my cock, sending high pitch screams
through the building.  Luckily the elevator itself was pretty noisy and
camouflaged at least some of the noises she made.

   When her orgasm was over, she poked her head up and said, "Let me suck
it!" as she pushed me off and got up.  Somewhat surprised, but feeling that
that was a better alternative than dumping my cum in her unprotected cunt,
I got up, stroking my cock.  I moved back, following her lead as she gently
pushed out from under the elevator shaft, and pushed the button, calling
the elevator to the basement floor.

   The elevator trips had gotten significantly less frequent, as most of
the guests had probably gone home.  Still, there was no way of knowing
whether or not everyone had gone home or not.  While Kirsten squatted down,
grabbed my cock and started sucking it, I heard the elevator come down. 
Luckily, it was empty.

   Seeking out danger and possible humiliation, Kirsten got up, opened the
elevator grill, stepped inside and closed the grill, getting back on her
knees, facing the grill and me.  Realizing what she wanted, I stuck my hard
cock through one of the holes in the grill and she started sucking it. 
God, the risk she was taking!  She knew that there was a distinct
possibility that not all the guests had gone already...  and it was making
her so fucking wet that she started fingering her twat, although she had
just climaxed big time!

   She was no doubt picturing the humiliation she would have to endure if
the elevator should start to move.  She was nervous and jumpy, although she
was still focused enough to give one hell of a blowjob.  When she sensed I
was getting close, she stopped playing with her twat and used that hand to
reach out to the elevator control panel.

   To my astonishment, she put her finger on the button for the first floor
and looked up at me, knowing fully well that that would set me off.  My
eyes grew big as I looked her straight in the eye and whispered, "You... 
wouldn't..."

   Almost immediately, she slammed the button, causing me to gasp and cum;
a massive barrage of cum splattered against her face.  I pulled my cock out
of the grill, but not before squirting another cum rope onto her naked,
slut body.

   Then the elevator had risen too high to reach her, so I grabbed my dong
and pumped the rest of my load onto the floor, as I watched her face, horny
but also a little scared, as she didn't know what was going to happen.  I
heard the elevator stop at the first level.  As I didn't hear any voices or
other sounds, I assumed there was no one there.  I shook my cock, sending
the last few drops of my load flying all over the place and then pressed
the button for the elevator, calling it back, as I didn't know for sure
Kirsten would do it herself.

   When the elevator came back down, Kirsten was on her back, fingering the
shit out of her beautiful little twat.  God, she was horny.  I knew part of
her wanted to get caught, but another part was probably glad she hadn't, as
this meant she could masturbate in front of me again.

   I opened the grill and stepped over her, jacking my half-hard cock.  I
left the grill open so the elevator couldn't be called to another floor.

   "That was so dangerous, you stupid slut," I whispered, realizing the
insult would drive her even wilder.  And I was right, she gasped and
squirmed, writhing even more violently.  I watched her pleasure herself all
over again, for minutes on end.

   Then, suddenly, she seemed to have had enough, got up, put her clothes
back on.  I did the same and we got into the elevator together.  As it rose
to our floor, I looked at her, signaled at my cum still clinging to her
face and whispered, "You've got some..."

   "I know..." she whispered, smiling excitedly.

   We got out on our floor and she walked into her apartment.  The door was
open.  I continued to mine, where I hit the sack.

   On Saturday, Kirsten and her boyfriend left early and were gone all day.
For all I knew, they'd be gone all weekend, so I decided not to wait around
for her.  I called Anna, an old friend of mine.  She and I had been to
school together.  We had found each other online a while back and had been
meeting up, now and then, ever since.  She told me that my timing was
perfect as her boyfriend was out of town for the weekend, visiting his
folks.

   We met up in town, had a few drinks, then went to the movies and finally
went out for a burger.  Afterward, we went over to her place where we
fucked each other's brains out.  I mean, we really ran through the whole
list: she jacked me off, gave me a blowjob, I fingered her, ate her out,
then I fucked her doggy-style before finally shooting my load all over her
back, ass and her hair.

   After a final drink, we parted ways and I headed back to my place. 
Neither of us wanted me to stay over, so I headed home.  It was well past 1
am by the time I got home.  When I walked past Kirsten's apartment, she
suddenly opened the door and said, "Hey."

   She must have been listening for the elevator to arrive.  I looked her
up and down, she wasn't wearing much.  Just a thin, flimsy sleeping gown. I
could see her nipples piercing through it.  I assumed her boyfriend hadn't
put out -- or she hadn't let him...

   "I swung by your apartment earlier tonight," she said, as she lowered
the straps on her gown, causing it to fall to the ground, trembling with
lust.

   "Yeah, I was out," I replied as I gawked at her naked cunt and tits for
a few seconds, but never really stopped.

   "You fucked someone, didn't you?" she asked, reluctantly moving out of
the way to let me pass.  It was clear that she wasn't just horny, but also
jealous.  Although we weren't in any kind of relationship, I liked the fact
that she was jealous.  I ignored her, not even answering her question.

   "Please," she begged, "I need it!"

   I stopped and turned towards her.  I could see she was horny and
desperate.  As I slowly strolled up to her, she whispered, "I am sorry, my
boyfriend dragged me to one of his work events, on a stupid boat...  I
couldn't get out of it!"

   She was apologizing to me -- stark naked -- for not being home and not
being able to be a cheating slut and a self-destructive exhibitionist.

   I walked up to her and glanced inside her apartment, hearing the tv.

   "He's passed out on the couch," she said, informing me.

   All right, you wanna play?  I thought to myself, as I carefully walked
into the apartment.

   Surprised, she followed me in.

   I walked into the living room and indeed, noticed her boyfriend on the
couch, in front of the tv, snoring.  I unbuttoned my pants and hung out my
half-hard cock.  She looked at me, intrigued and horny, and walked up to
me. As she took another look at her boyfriend, she kneeled down and wrapped
her right hand around my dick, bringing her face closer to it.

   At some point, she must have smelled Anna's scent on my dick and she
looked up at me for a moment, but then she inhaled sharply, taking a big
whiff and quickly stuffed my erection in her slut mouth and began sucking
me off, just a few meters from her boyfriend.

   During the next couple of minutes, I gradually shuffled closer to the
couch.  Kirsten, knowing what I was doing, scooted on her knees to keep up
sucking me.  Eventually, we were right behind the couch, my big cock and
her slut mouth only inches from the top of her boyfriend's head.  She
sucked and sucked for another couple of minutes before I whispered, "I'm
gonna cum!"

   Instinctively, and based on my actions over the last few minutes, she
had a pretty good idea of what I wanted and took my cock out of her mouth
and started jacking me off, aiming my throbbing cock at her boyfriend's
clothes.  I arched my back, then looked down at her.

   Excited and very eager, she jacked my cock, grinning widely as she
watched my cock spew fat ribbons of spunk onto her oblivious boyfriend.  I
surprised myself at the sheer quantity of the load and smiled as I drenched
his shirt and jeans.  She eagerly shook my cock, sending drops flying off
in all directions, hitting the couch, herself, the floor and even her
boyfriend's arms.

   When I was done, I grabbed my cock, wiped it slowly on her forehead,
causing another wide grin from her, then zipped up and walked out of her
apartment.

   Now, who wouldn't want a neighbor like that?
   THE END