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In the Elevator
by DW (dark.wing119@gmail.com)

***

Two married co-workers meet in the office elevator 
late one night. But their elevator doesn't stop where 
expected leading to a wild, coerced erotic encounter. 
(MMF, nc, asian)

***

Saturday night at Tritecca Corporation headquarters 
was about what you'd expect. HQ was a low slung set of 
new office buildings just a few miles from Microsoft's 
campus. Mark had indulgently slept in that day, 
badging in around noon. Sales people were crazy at 
this time of the quarter, and he was rewarded well for 
being at their beck and call. Naturally, this meant 
having no life. At least, not this weekend. He had 
missed his usual masters swimming workouts for a week 
now, and was feeling flabbier by the day.

At home, Mark's gorgeous wife was watching the two 
kids. They had a birthday party that afternoon and 
wouldn't much miss him even if he came home long after 
their bed times (which was sure to be the case with 
the last minute deal that was brewing in Australia.)

At thirty-five, Mark had achieved a lot for a man of 
any age. For his entire career he had been 
continuously promoted into positions of increasing 
responsibility. He was considered level-headed and 
fair. At home, his marriage was happy and stable. He 
had married his college girlfriend at twenty-five, and 
the two of them were now raising a beautiful boy and 
girl, five and three respectively. It was astounding 
how many birthday parties arose when you had children 
this age.

True, he felt his eyes wander from time to time, but 
what man was immune to those impulses? On the marital 
bed, there was still plenty of satisfying action, if 
entirely unimaginative now. 

Mark was a man with much to lose. Men in this position 
can feel trapped, but Mark didn't feel that way. He 
was investing in the future: the future of his kids, 
his wife, and himself. Some sacrifices had to be made 
if the right outcome was to be achieved.

Mark was mulling over Aussie negotiation tactics as he 
copied the contract for a third round of red-lining. 
Lost in thought, he gathered up his papers and headed 
out of the copy room.

And nearly ran over Karen! The two of them did a sort 
of duck step around each other and barely avoided a 
collision. Karen was laughing.

"I didn't know you were working so late!" she said.

"I know, I know. It's the Australia deal." he said.

"Right, I heard about that. Well, I'm glad you're the 
one on it. Though I bet your wife and kids miss you." 
she said.

Karen was one of the real minds in marketing. Much of 
Tritecca's marketing communications were the typical 
corporate mumbo jumbo. But the work she produced had a 
clarity and poise that made it magic. Like Mark, she 
was a golden child at Tritecca.

Unfortunately, Karen was also damn near a perfect 
approximation of Mark's dream woman. Besides the heavy 
horsepower upstairs, she was a goddess. 

Through casual conversation with colleagues (guys 
talked about this kind of a girl), Mark had gathered 
that Karen was born a mix up that only the Strait of 
Taiwan could provide: Japanese, Chinese, Taiwanese, 
and even some Taiwan aboriginal blood. She was once 
overhead telling a female co-worker that her striking 
blue eyes -- which were generally mistaken for tinted 
contacts -- could be traced to Portugese blood in her 
family tree. Ilha Formosa indeed. Her beauty made her 
something of an alien even in her ancestral lands. 

Here in the US, there was little confusion: she was a 
ten, plain and simple. Standing 5' 5", Karen was on 
the petite side, but not fragile. A dedicated runner, 
she was famous for slipping out of the office mid-
afternoon to crank out a 10 kilometer run, shower, and 
be back at her desk in less than an hour. All that 
running didn't seem to have stemmed the growth of her 
breasts. In this area, the A student slipped joyfully 
to a C. For those keeping track, that's the Asian H. 
Her tits were spectacular, all the more so because she 
never put an inch of herself on display, at least not 
at the office: everybody loves having to guess.

It just wasn't fair. Karen had perfect skin, long and 
silky black hair, and the face of an angel. She was 
smart, athletic, and... married.

Married to one of the Tritecca board members no less. 
Mark and others theorized that Karen would have been a 
VP of Marketing long ago if not for the fear of 
nepotism. Besides, what man could possibly expect a 
woman like Karen to be available. Ever.

"My kids had a big party this afternoon and went home 
bushed. But yeah, unfortunately my wife is pretty used 
to me getting home late this time of the quarter." 
Mark said. Karen gave Mark a genuinely sympathetic 
smile.

"Yeah. Work can be hell on our home lives." She paused 
a moment and held Mark's eyes as if to communicate 
more. Or maybe it was in his head.

"You don't work too late now!" he said.

"I won't! I won't!" Karen replied. And they went their 
separate ways.

* * *

Karen couldn't help thinking that Mark was such a 
sweet guy.

Whenever she ran into him, she always felt like he was 
genuine. She trusted him. 

Of course, it didn't hurt that he was so handsome too. 
She'd always gone for the tall guys. What is he 6' 2"? 
She loved that he wore a beard too. It seems like only 
older men feel comfortable growing their whiskers, but 
it can be so damn sexy on a younger man. Don't the 
other guys read Esquire? Judging by the cuff links she 
normally saw him wearing, Mark was definitely a 
subscriber. And she heard that Mark was still a 
competitive swimmer on some kind of masters team.

"Listen to me!" thought Karen. "I better cool off." 

She knew how he cooled off... Wendy was telling her 
that he swims five times a week, usually at 5AM before 
he comes into the office. Whatever he does, workouts 
are paying off. I mean, I love my husband and all, but 
was it a crime for her to notice him?

Here comes the guilt. OK, fine. The best thing to do 
was probably to just exchange pleasantries, and not 
let anything go beyond that.

Now where was that product slick?

* * *

Mark was wrapping up his work when heard a cell phone 
ring, and realized it was Karen. She was still here at 
nearly 1AM! He heard her make an anxious goodbye, and 
Mark guessed it had been her husband asking whether he 
should stay up late. Mark had the same conversation a 
few hours ago. His wife was long since asleep. He 
thought about going over to Karen, but decided to 
leave well enough alone.

The call had indeed been from Karen's husband, and he 
asked her to come home immediately. She pulled 
together her briefcase and coat, then headed for the 
elevators. Just in time to meet Mark, who was already 
waiting for one.

Unlike earlier, the two felt instantly awkward. There 
was a palpable forbidden thrill in the air as the 
moments ticked away for the elevator to arrive. If 
someone spoke, it could be the start of entirely the 
wrong thing, and both of them were way too disciplined 
to let go like that, even with these incentives. How 
else had they managed to achieve their positions of 
relative power? Personal sacrifice for future returns.

Why was it taking so damn long? They both knew only 
one elevator in the bank of four was working this time 
of night on a weekend. Mark stood right in front of 
it: the last one on the south side, adjacent to the 
entrance of their office.

Mysteriously, the elevator that arrived was on the 
north side, furthest from the office entrance.

"That's weird..." thought Mark. He held his hand 
across the elevator doors so that Karen could board. 
She smiled at his generosity and stepped inside. He 
could smell her as she passed and thought for a moment 
and it disoriented him in an altogether pleasant way: 
a woman's scent can be torturous. He stepped in after 
her and jabbed the lobby button, then nodded his head 
at her with a measured, but friendly smile. She was 
holding her black trench coat, and he couldn't help 
imagining how it would look when she put it on over 
her cobalt blue dress. Then he couldn't help imagining 
what she would look like with only the trench coat on.

Karen was feeling the heat too. She knew that Mark was 
highly attracted to her. Women knew these things, and 
he was doing a terrible job of hiding it anyway. Not 
that she cared. Why had her husband demanded she come 
home so quickly? It would have been a lot more fun to 
grab a drink with Mark before heading home. Sigh... 
that couldn't lead to good things though, could it?

When the elevator halted suddenly, they had just 
passed the seventh floor. It didn't come to a clean 
stop like it would at any of the actual exits to a 
floor, but rather a jarring, grinding stop. Karen lost 
her balance and was on her way to the floor when Mark 
caught her. They were both startled.

"Are you OK?" Mark asked.

"Yes. And you?" Karen replied.

"Fine. But what just happened?" he said.

"I have no idea. I've never had any problems with 
these elevators before." she said.

"Me neither." There were still lights on in the 
elevator, but they had dimmed a great deal when the 
elevator stopped. Still, they were bright enough to 
read the instrumentation. Mark found the button for 
the emergency intercom and pressed it, fully expecting 
there to be no response.

Instead, a voice answered almost instantly.

"How can I be of service?" the voice said. It was deep 
and thickly disguised, like the voices you hear from 
secret sources on the news programs. It didn't inspire 
relief of any kind. Mark had jumped back, startled by 
the booming voice. He looked at Karen, who raised her 
eyebrows in agreement with his own confusion.

"Uh, hello. We're stuck here in the elevator. Can you 
help us get out?" Mark said.

"Of course!" the voice said. "Which elevator are you 
in?" it asked.

"Hmm... I don't know. How can I tell?" asked Mark.

"Well, for starters, who is in the elevator with you?" 
the voice asked.

Mark could hear Karen gasp.

"Nobody is in the elevator with me!" Mark said.

"Mark, Mark, Mark... I can tell already that rescuing 
you two is going to be very difficult. I can see Karen 
standing right next to you!" the voice said.

Now they both were scared. Karen grabbed Mark's arm 
and immediately developed a vice grip. Mark tried to 
sort out what he could do or say from here. He looked 
about the elevator and spied two cameras immediately.

"Yes, there are actually four cameras in the elevator, 
but don't bother trying to find the other two. I had 
them installed just this morning. They're state-of-
the-art. And don't even think about disabling the 
cameras either." the voice said.

Mark was feeling pretty indignant now.

"And why not?" Mark said.

"Well, because this might happen." the voice said this 
and the elevator began to plummet.

It came to another grinding, tearing halt moments 
later. It's hard to say how far they had fallen, but 
it was far enough for both Mark and Karen to be lying 
in a heap on the elevator floor.

"That was a demonstration. You are approximately nine 
stories above the lowest sub-basement. If I let the 
elevator drop, it would only take three stories to 
break your legs. At four stories, you'd both almost 
certainly be paralyzed for life. After that, and 
there's just a nasty mess to clean up." Even 
disguised, the voice oozed evil.

Mark and Karen sat up facing each other, but didn't 
move to stand again. Mark had Karen by the shoulders 
and was looking with utter seriousness deep into her 
eyes. They were both highly intelligent, resourceful 
people. And they both knew that they were in deep 
trouble. "What's the move?" whispered Mark.

"The move is to do precisely as I tell you." the voice 
answered the question that had been intended for 
Karen. "If you follow my instructions, you live. If 
you refuse, you die. It's as simple as that. I assume 
my initial demonstration was enough, so you won't be 
getting any further warnings. Do what I tell you to do 
and survive."

"Survive." Karen spoke with a glassy look in her eyes. 
No tears were forming. But you could see the anxiety 
building behind her perfectly proportioned face.

Mark looked at his watch. It was 1:12AM. What next?

Mark and Karen exchanged solemn looks. She spoke 
first.

"OK, what do we do?"

Mark's mind spun through all the lists of confidential 
information to which he could possibly have access. He 
was in sales, not engineering. There was virtually 
nothing confidential that he could provide beyond a 
rough breakdown of the current quarter's pipeline and 
targeted accounts. Mark didn't even have access to the 
company's financials. Tritecca wasn't publicly traded, 
but it wouldn't be hard for a motivated party to get 
information about their performance. It would be much 
easier than planning and executing this sort of a 
crime: imprisonment and extortion?  

"Look, if it's money you want..." Mark began.

"No, Mark, it's not money. You're thinking like the 
quintessential salesperson, as always. I love that 
instinct. Always try to buy your way out of trouble. 
But that's not going to work this time." the voice 
answered in slow, measured tones.

Karen had been reeling through a similar set of 
thoughts.

"Would it make any difference if I chipped in?" Karen 
asked.

"No, it wouldn't. I don't want money. I want you to 
follow my instructions. Completely, and without 
further questions. I can't afford many more 
demonstrations of your precarious position. The next 
thing I'll do is drop you completely. You two are 
worth nothing to me unless you're willing to do as I 
say." the voice said.

Karen shuddered visibly and Mark went to her 
instinctively, putting his arm about her shoulders.

In his control room, the voice sat surrounded by 
monitors. There weren't four cameras in that elevator. 
There were dozens. A joystick controlled the angle and 
zoom of most, sitting within easy reach of his long 
fingers. A cigarette lay burning in a tray to his 
right, and next to it a steaming cup of coffee. He 
watched Karen and Mark on several different monitors 
with a huge grin across his face. What a perfect 
beginning! Mark, the great protector was going to save 
Karen from the beast. Karen, the fiercely self-
sufficient modern woman already submitting to her hero 
man. This was going to be more than fun. It was the 
fantasy of a lifetime lived out right before his eyes.

"First, I want the two of you to look deeply into each 
other's eyes for a full minute. I'll be timing you. 
Go."


Mark and Karen immediately shot each other a look, but 
the look of confusion swept over them both and they 
started scanning the elevator again, unconsciously 
searching for the source of the voice.

"Wait, what?" said Mark.

"You heard what I said." said the voice.

"You want us to stare into each other's eyes. For a 
minute." asked Karen.

"That's it. Now no more questions. Do it." the voice 
answered.

Slowly, Karen turned to Mark and met his eyes. She was 
scared and she knew it showed in her eyes. The 
lighting in the elevator was a hazy twilight. She 
could clearly make out all of Mark's features, even 
the color of his green eyes. But it was dark enough 
that all the hard lines of his high cheekbones and jaw 
had been erased into a soft blur. In spite of herself, 
the first thought that came into her mind was that he 
was incredibly handsome. And those eyes, they weren't 
green: they were emerald. Her heart caught for a 
moment in her throat and she stopped breathing until 
it settled again. The stress of the situation overcame 
her as she felt her soul pouring out into his. Could 
he possibly be having the same experience? A tear 
formed at the corner of her eye and rolled soundlessly 
down her cheek.

Mark kept his eyes locked on her, but saw the tear 
escape. 

"Are you OK?" he asked Karen.

"No talking." the voice instantly boomed out.

Mark was having a million different thoughts at once. 
What was happening here? What could this guy possibly 
want with them, and what reason could he have for 
doing this? His heart was aching as he watched Karen. 
They were under so much pressure.

A thought was forming in Karen's head. If this guy 
didn't want money, why else would he want to have 
power over them? Mark and Karen worked in entirely 
different divisions within the company. True, they 
were at the office right now, but what if this 
ultimately had nothing to do with work. What if...

"Time's up." the voice said. "I can tell you're ready 
for the next step. Karen, I want you to kiss Mark 
until I say time is up. You can kiss him any way you 
want, so long as your lips are on his the entire 
time."

"Excuse me?" Karen's pulse was racing. What the hell?

"What the hell?!" Mark yelled. He jumped to his feet. 
"What do you think you're doing here? We're both of us 
married!"

"I know that." said the voice. "I don't care. Do as I 
say, or die."

"Everybody has a number. How much money do you want to 
let us go?" begged Karen.

"Now you're talking like Mark. I have no number. And 
I'm running out of patience. Do you really want to die 
rather than kiss Mark for me? Now do it."

Mark turned to Karen with a helpless look on her face. 
She had to admit, this wasn't going to hurt much. 
Karen stood up and took Mark by the waist. Then she 
leaned in and closed her eyes just as their lips 
touched. She was desperately trying to deny to herself 
that she hadn't wished for just this in the minutes 
and hours before they were trapped. OK, even then she 
was kidding herself. She'd wanted this ever since she 
had known Mark.

His mouth was soft, but firm against hers. Karen 
stayed rigid for what felt like an eternity, but 
couldn't stay stiff forever. What harm could it do? 
And she had been forced into this anyway. She relaxed 
and leaned into Mark, sliding one arm to his chest. 
She turned her head and the way his lips twisted 
against hers sent sparks through her brain. Never in 
her life had she felt so charged by a kiss. It was a 
forbidden kiss. But it wasn't her fault.

Mark stood woodenly as he felt Karen grab him. His 
stomach dropped and his mouth turned dry. How was he 
going to do this? But as Karen's lips met his, he 
could smell her and feel the heat of her body. It was 
like going back to junior high school and sharing a 
first kiss. Their eagerness was checked by all the 
moral constraints that good married people obey, but 
their passion for each other could not be constrained. 
As the seconds ticked onwards, their kiss was growing 
unmistakably enthusiastic.

In his booth, the voice already felt some deep 
satisfaction. This was hot. The kissing they put on 
the in the average Hollywood romance was nothing 
compared to what he was watching. These two were so 
bottled up they were about to explode before he even 
entered the picture. Now he was holding a lighter to a 
gasoline-soaked rag. It was entirely up to him where 
he threw his volatile cocktail. He knew just where he 
wanted to toss it. And in his head, he was already 
chanting: burn, baby, burn!

After enough time had passed, Karen and Mark grew 
breathless. She was breathing him in deeply as she 
fought to maintain some semblance of control. Instead 
of embracing her, Mark had reached to hold her in the 
small of her back, leaving his other hand at her neck. 
Karen honestly couldn't say which of them had 
introduced tongue. As the kiss slipped from two 
minutes into three, their tongues had touched any 
number of times. Eventually, they gave in and began a 
first tentative, then fully abandoned exploration of 
each other.

Mark was fighting the urge to take things horizontal. 
This was definitely the hottest kiss he had ever 
shared, and in his career there had been a few of 
them. Karen was a white hot flame jetting over the 
core of his being. His trousers were now standing at 
full attention, and his erection was already throbbing 
in that painful way that always meant he would 
explode, one way or another. As he pulled her closer, 
he knew that Karen had to feel it through the fabric 
that separated them.

She did. Karen marveled at the size and insistence of 
the lump in Mark's pants. It hit her somewhere in the 
neighborhood of her navel. She tried hard not to think 
about it, but it only fired her up even more. Their 
"foreplay" had been brief, and she was amazed at how 
turned on she could be under these circumstances.

The voice zoomed in to confirm. Karen's tongue was 
firmly planted in Mark's mouth. A few minutes later 
and the situation reversed. It seemed odd that this 
kind of oral copulation allowed the sexes to easily 
swap who was the penetrator and who the penetrated, 
while intercourse itself pretty much required 
synthetic assistance to accomplish anything similar. 
He let the two of them work each other up for another 
minute before calling a halt to the action.

"Alright. You may stop." the voice said.

As they broke away from each other, Mark was the first 
to speak: "I'm so sorry he said."

"For what? You know I enjoyed it." Karen's face wore 
the kind of expression that a mother reserves for an 
injured child. She knew this wasn't Mark's fault. And 
she knew that he couldn't possibly have faked his 
enthusiasm. Especially when they were being forced 
into the act.

Mark already regretted that he hadn't put up more of a 
fight. But how could he? 

"Karen, can you guess where this is going?" Mark asked

"Yes." She glanced away from him with a solemn look of 
pain on her face. "But what can we do about it?"

"Well, there are things that he can't make us do if 
our bodies don't play along." Mark said. She took a 
moment to absorb this, before her eyes slowly lit up.

"But, you already..." she looked at his crotch.

"I know, but I didn't even try to stop myself. I can 
just think about my wife and my kids. I'll be able to 
control it. He can't take that away from me." Through 
Karen's eyes, Mark had become such a hero in such a 
short period of time. This guy was just so dedicated. 
Sure enough, she could see the bulge in his crotch 
wilting steadily.

"Sadly for you, or, I would submit, happily, I have 
already thought of that possibility." the voice said. 
"So let's deal with that now, shall we? Can you see 
the maintenance box below the bank of buttons? There's 
a key in the same corner of the elevator. Use it to 
open the box." the voice commanded.

Karen was closest. She knelt in the corner and found 
the key. It was a perfect fit for the maintenance 
panel. As she pulled it open, she saw an array of 
electronics above a small plastic bag. The bag was 
sitting next to a small bottle of water.

"Take the plastic bag and water out." the voice said. 
"Then you can close and lock the panel again -- don't 
get any big ideas, there's nothing you could disable 
in that panel to change your fate."

Karen did as she was told, then turned to Mark who 
kneeled down with her to look at its contents.

Little blue pills. Over a dozen of them.

"That's right," said the voice, "those are exactly 
what you think they are. Don't take all of them or 
you'll have a heart attack. But you're obligated to 
take two right now, and you may need more later."

Karen's mind was reeling. My god, she thought: "He's 
really going to be forced to make love to me. This 
stuff is going to make his penis enormous. And I'm 
going to have to take him as my partner." Her insides 
were a confused mess. Part of her was utterly 
humiliated and devastated by what was happening. But 
another part -- could it be the larger part already? -
- was filling with an almost painful need to know 
Mark's body. Her husband was never going to touch her 
again. How could she explain what happened in this 
elevator?  

But what could she do?

Mark could read Karen's face as the realization sank 
in. There was a knot in his throat that he swallowed 
down, fighting to think of a way out of this 
impossible situation. Besides his respect for Karen, 
he had a duty to his wife to stay faithful. She may be 
able to forgive him, provided she ever found out the 
truth about what was happening here, but could she 
ever really believe he didn't want to fuck a hot co-
worker?

Mark had to take a stand, and he knew this was it.

"No. I won't take them." Mark said

"What? Did I hear right?" the voice asked?

"You heard me. I'm not going to take them. I won't do 
this to Karen. I won't do this to my wife." Mark stood 
now looking around at the corners of the elevator, 
searching fruitlessly for the face of his persecutor.

The voice started laughing. Chuckling at first, then a 
rolling laughter that finally turned into deep belly 
rumbling. When he finally caught his breath, he said: 
"Let me get this straight, you'd rather die than fuck 
a co-worker? And not just a co-worker, but one that is 
goddamn gorgeous? And not only gorgeous, but who very 
clearly wants you to fuck her silly herself? You say 
this is out of respect for your wife? Man, she must be 
some kind of bitch to want you to die rather than do 
this. Maybe I should have come up with something 
harder for you to do."


Through all of this Karen felt an anger rumbling. She 
wasn't just some game piece here. She was a person 
too. Maybe she didn't want to be fucked! Where did the 
voice get off dictating her internal state to Mark.

"Hey! Don't speak for me! I'm right here you know. 
What makes you think I want to be fucked?" she said

"You're kidding right? You were practically gasping 
and grinding from one little kiss a moment ago." the 
voice said.

"Mark is a great kisser. I admit that I couldn't 
resist his charms. But that doesn't mean I want have 
sex with him. I love my husband just like he loves his 
wife. Don't make us do this."

"You'll do whatever I fucking tell you to do!" the 
voice snapped. A silence fell over the elevator.

Finally, Mark asked, "Well, are there any choices 
here, or are we just following your script 
throughout?"

"You want a choice?" the voice cleared his throat.

In the control booth, the voice took a long drag on 
his cigarette and looked at the two of them. They were 
scared. They were tired. But they were also aroused. 
Would they ever look back on this and realize how much 
of a gift he was giving them? He was sure of it.

"OK," the voice said, "I'll give you a choice. Mark 
can either take two of the blue pills immediately, or 
Karen can fellate him for a length of time at my 
discretion." the voice said

"Fellate?" Karen asked.

"You explain Mark." the voice said.

Mark turned three shades of red. He figured Karen was 
playing innocent to save some face, but he had to 
answer. "He means for you to perform oral sex."

"Oh..." she said. Her eyes lowered in shame.

Mark waited a minute and said, "I can't promise I'll 
stay limp if you give me oral sex."

"Come on Mark, you mean 'I can't promise my cock won't 
turn into a raging monster if you suck it'" the voice 
burst in.

At this, Karen sank to the floor and turned away from 
Mark. She was not the kind of woman used to being a 
tool of a negotiation. Or used to negotiating a tool.

"I can't... I mean, I don't know how." Karen 
whispered.

"What's that?" the voice asked, "You don't know how to 
suck a cock? Well don't worry, Mark is going to give 
you lessons."

Karen stared at the carpet of the elevator, her body 
and mind numb. She looked up at Mark and saw the 
defeat in his expression. He sat next to her and 
reached to touch her cheek. They were both riding a 
roller coaster of emotions and bodily responses.

If she told Mark to take the viagra, who knows what 
would happen next? If she put her mouth on his penis, 
she would be crushed by the humiliation of the act. 
She had performed oral sex on three occasions in her 
life, and all of them had been unhappy. In the 
bedroom, this was something that she avoided at all 
costs.

"What do you want me to do?" Mark asked Karen.

"You don't get it. It doesn't matter what you do. Just 
pick something. You asked for a choice and I gave you 
one. Now make up your mind and let's go." the voice 
was growing more impatient by the second. "You've got 
a minute to make up your mind, and then you're 
flirting with real disaster. Tick tock."

"What do you want Mark?" It was the way that Karen 
asked. Heartbreaking in its sadness, and yet still 
riddled with the sex that neither of them were going 
to escape.

"I'll take the pills." Mark said. Karen heaved a huge 
sigh of relief, and Mark realized he had made the 
right decision. He reached for the bag of pills and 
washed two down with a swig of the water. He passed 
Karen the bottle and she took a sip as well.

"Interesting. Good move." said the voice. "Now Mark, 
stand in front of Karen and drop your pants. Karen is 
going to suck your cock."

"What, you said you were going to give us a choice?" 
Karen jumped up and screamed at the voice. 

"I did give you a choice. It was a choice of what 
happens next, and not what happens after that. You 
made your choice. Now you're going to learn how to 
suck cock." the voice said.

Mark was feeling disoriented. How was he going to 
comply with this? He guessed that it would take 
minutes for the drug to work. At any rate, he didn't 
want Karen's first introduction to his tool to be a 
drug-driven raging hard-on.

"Karen. I'm still soft. But I won't be for long. I 
don't want to do this, but if he's going to take our 
lives if we refuse, I'd rather make you do this when 
it's easiest. We don't have much time."

"You heard him Karen," the voice said, "get to it!"

Karen decided to stop thinking. Mark's solemn look 
told her what she needed to know: this was the best 
move. Woodenly, she stood facing Mark, then knelt down 
in front of him. He reached for his belt, but she 
brushed his hands away and undid it herself. Mark was 
slim and his pants hung loosely at his waist. She 
undid the button and unzipped his pants. They dropped 
to his feet in a heap.

Mark was wearing a loud pair of boxer shorts: dancing 
hula girls in a pattern against a yellow background. 
She looked up at him.

"They entertain my wife." he said sheepishly. Karen 
couldn't help smiling and giving a little giggle. It 
really broke the stress for an instant. Who was this 
crazy guy? 

But her smile disappeared as she pulled the boxers 
down.

Mark's penis was much different from her husband's. In 
its semi-erect state, it was hard to say if it was 
"bigger", but it definitely had more girth. The 
mushroom tip of its head was almost purple. The tip 
was still pointing down, but she could see the entire 
thing jerk slightly with each beat of his heart.

"Alright, now that you've introduced yourselves, I'll 
give you some coaching. Listen carefully if you want 
to live." the voice sounded deadly serious.

Jim was in agony. He was totally exposed now, feeling 
so used and dirty. He was about to pull a Clinton. And 
what could he do? His brain was starting to fully 
betray him now. His agony was in large part due to the 
fact that he knew he was no longer trying to stay 
limp. He couldn't think about his wife and kids 
anymore. All he could think about was Karen's mouth on 
his cock.

"First, you take his cock with your right hand so that 
your thumb is towards the tip." the voice said. "Good, 
now put your mouth over his glans -- that's the top 
part of his penis with the smooth head. You don't need 
to do anything else yet. Just do that."

Somehow, Karen had done it. He penis was in her mouth. 
It was shockingly soft and smooth. She was still for a 
moment, discovering that she could breath easily 
through her nose. Karen twisted her tongue around it 
and felt Mark jerk. She looked up to find him looking 
down at her.

When she turned her head up to him, Mark could feel 
the blood lurch into his cock. If he had a photograph 
of this one moment, he could cover months of the 
masturbation material he needed to compensate for his 
wife's busy schedule. Her eyes were big mirrors of her 
inner state, and he could see plainly now: she was 
enjoying this.

"Ok, once you get comfortable, I want you to start 
trying some new 'tricks', heh heh." the voice had a 
sick sense of humor alright. "Put some spit on your 
right hand to lube it up, then run it up and down his 
cock. Keep your mouth on the tip."

As Karen did this, she could feel Mark's penis grow. 
It was pointing up now, and lengthening significantly. 
She had to leave her haunches and kneel at full height 
to get a good angle.

"Now use your left hand to tickle his balls. Just the 
tips of your fingers." the voice said.

When Mark felt her fingers at his nuts, he threw back 
his head, open mouthed. My god, how was he going to 
survive this? He could feel his erection had risen to 
maximum power now, or had it? Was this even the drug's 
responsibility?

Karen risked pulling back for a moment and it took her 
breath away. Mark was enormous. 

And she loved him. Secret even to her conscious mind, 
she was aching to feel his love tool rub her innermost 
places. Consciously, she knew that her underwear was 
more than just damp: it was wet.

Mark felt Karen come up for air and looked down to see 
her marvel at his equipment. He had always known he 
was exceptional, but having never been the kind of guy 
that chases tail, it hadn't bought him much. Tonight, 
however, it seemed to have some effect. She liked what 
she saw.

As Karen put her mouth back on him, he had to steel 
himself. She definitely had things figured out on her 
own now, and the voice had grown silent, no doubt 
watching them and whacking off.

The voice wasn't masturbating, yet. But he was 
definitely aroused by what he saw. His wife of twelve 
years was sucking another man's cock with great 
enthusiasm, and some skill considering her relative 
lack of experience. Yes, it was his cock that was so 
seldom sucked. And he had always suspected that she 
would love it, if only she could overcome the 
psychologically "dirty" aspects of the deed.

That was what this whole night was about, wasn't it? 
He had noticed that Karen was bored years ago, but 
never known what to do about it. Sure, they had a sex 
life, but it was plain and tired for both of them. He 
had put a very active life on hold when they got 
married, and toyed repeatedly with the idea of having 
something on the side. But he loved her too much. Not 
too much to betray her trust, but too much to leave 
her out. If he was going to start having fun, then she 
was going to have fun with him.

At a company party, he was introduced to Mark by 
Karen. He could tell instantly that there was an 
animal magnetism there. He knew she hadn't slept with 
him, but he also knew that she probably wanted to, at 
least subconsciously.

One night Karen mentioned that she had seen Mark at 
the office while working late. That's when the idea 
for the elevator started cooking. They had the money 
to buy the resources to pull something like this off -
- he came from a very wealthy family, and the two of 
them were big earners with no kids anyway. He spent 
several more weeks gathering more information and 
confirming his suspicions about Karen's attraction to 
Mark. What he hadn't anticipated was how much Mark 
wanted Karen. He was going to force them together 
anyway, but that made his conscience a little bit 
cleaner.

In truth, he had no idea how this was going to turn 
out. He had taken many steps to ensure that nobody 
could prove anything. But naturally, there was no such 
thing as the perfect crime. 

But it was going to be worth it. He was about to watch 
his wife get royally fucked by a hot stud.

"OK, that's enough." the voice said. Karen pulled back 
and exhaled. Mark looked like he was barely holding it 
together. His cock was jumping now, and he reached to 
hold it, then realized how that looked and began 
pulling his pants back up instead.

"That's alright. You can take them off completely now. 
Karen, you too. Get naked, both of you. I mean 
completely naked. I'm not going to cajole. Just get it 
done." the voice said.

Karen and Mark looked at each other. Karen's jet black 
hair was in a 'j' around her neck. Her dress was 
slightly wrinkled, but still dropped in a dead sexy 
cut around her perfect frame. Mark really had no clue 
why Asian looks held such a tight hold on him, but she 
just took his breath away. People always say it's the 
perfect skin, but he thought those were outsider types 
trying to explain away the feelings of those inside. 
The insiders -- the true sufferers and celebrators of 
"yellow fever" -- Mark thought they were really about 
the shape of the eyes. 

Karen's eyes were serene, but fired with a hidden 
passion that could rise out of them on a moment's 
notice. Somehow, Karen had managed to score the 
jeweled, almond-shaped eyes of the East, with the 
sapphire jewel of the West at their heart. Un-fucking-
believable.

Damn it, had he fallen in love with this woman?

Karen no longer felt scared. She knew what was about 
to happen, and she finally decided to just go with 
this. She took off her shoes, pulled off her stockings 
and turned her back to Mark.

"Can you help me out of this?" she asked, pointing to 
the zipper behind her neck.

Her husband, the voice, knew that she could get out of 
that dress perfectly well by herself, and chuckled at 
this move. "She's giving in..." he thought.

"Of course." Mark shuffled across the few feet that 
separated them and pulled down the zipper. The rich 
blossom of her skin spilled out in front of him. Karen 
brushed her dress down into a heap at her feet, then 
reached to unhook her bra, shrugging it off too. And 
then she swept around to grab Mark by the head and 
give him a deep, passionate kiss.

Karen could feel Mark's cock against her naked belly, 
his mouth against hers, his smell in her nostrils, the 
memory of his cock in her hand -- it all stoked the 
furnace of her passion to impossible temperatures. She 
wanted him. She needed him, and now.

As they finally broke their kiss, Mark couldn't help 
asking: "What happened?"

"I just gave up!" said Karen.

"Finally!" the voice jeered.

"You shut up, goddamn it!" Mark yelled back. Then he 
began wildly working off the rest of his clothes. "I 
give up too!"

Mark and Karen naked, passionately embracing, was 
exquisite music to her husband. This was even better 
than he had imagined. It was a perfect scenario. He 
had started the ball rolling, it had finally picked up 
some momentum of its own, and now all he had to do was 
nudge it into the places it might not roll into on its 
own (places that it will very much enjoy visiting.)

"I'm not done giving instructions yet. But since 
you've both given up now, this should get a lot 
easier." the voice said.

Mark and Karen embraced each other tightly, waiting 
for the instructions.

"Mark, get down on the floor and lie on your back. 
Good. Now, Karen, you straddle him, facing towards his 
head. You know what comes next right? So do it."

Karen's heart was racing.  Her breath was ragged. They 
hadn't even begun, and already she was so taut with 
expectation. She pulled her entrance even with his 
cock and raised herself on her knees until her crotch 
was suspended just above his spike. She looked at 
Mark, swallowed once, and began her descent. Her pussy 
was dripping with fluids, and she gasped as she felt 
the tip of his cock part her nether lips and begin to 
press inside.

"STOP!" the voice thundered. "Stop this instant! Get 
off of him now!"

Karen's face was torn with agony. What? What just 
happened?

"But I thought you wanted us to..." Karen asked

"Yes, but you don't get to do that yet. There's 
something that hasn't been done." the voice said. 
"Mark, bury your face in Karen's pussy and show us 
you're worth something to this world."

"Well, I don't think I need more encouragement." Mark 
said

He pushed Karen back onto the floor where she had 
knelt over him.  Mark set Karen's dress carefully 
aside, then rolled the rest of their clothes up into a 
sizable cushion and put it under Karen's shapely ass, 
forcing her pussy up to a better angle. He couldn't 
help rolling up and planting one helluva kiss on her 
mouth, grabbing her incredible tits along the way. 
When Mark heard the voice clearing his throat, he 
shifted back down to her pussy.

Karen's husband, the voice, didn't know a few things 
about Mark that turn out to be relevant here. First, 
Mark was the possessor of one amazingly prehensile 
tongue. One could even refer to it as reptilian. If 
you've ever known someone like Mark, you might have 
caught a glimpse of his tongue while he was talking or 
when he stuck it out at you. A prehensile tongue is 
not remarkable for most every aspect of life, save 
one. It makes for one hell of a tool when manipulating 
a woman's most private places.

Secondly, Mark had grown up swimming. He had been a 
competitive swimmer in high school and college, racing 
in primarily distance events. Swimmers have to learn 
breath control. Breath control is essential for any 
swimmer, but it is especially important to a distance 
swimmer. Swimmers learn how to control their use of 
air, and feel much more comfortable in situations when 
it isn't as readily available.

Once, Mark had brought a woman to orgasm while she lay 
in a hot tub. Not, with his hands. With his tongue. 
Yes, there was literally diving involved with this 
particular sex trick, and it was impressive stuff: 
more than a minute between breaths, for more than ten 
minutes. She definitely remembered that orgasm (and 
still does), and, well, so does he. 

Mark is what you call a "diamond in the rough" when it 
comes to giving a woman oral sex.

At this point, all that Karen's husband knew was that 
he was clever about arranging clothes for his end 
goals.

Mark brushed his face around in Karen's bush. She had 
trim black hair that framed her secret places with 
grace. Right now, however, they dripped with sex and 
the need for it.  He slowly buried his face into her, 
brushing his nose back and forth over her labia.

The first lick from his tongue caused a seismic event 
in Karen's body. She was definitely ripe for his 
attention. He took a deep breath and began licking 
into her folds in earnest. It took momently only to 
find her swollen clitoris. Mark's approach at this 
point was to start impossibly gentle. He thought of a 
kitten licking at a bowl of milk, lapping it up in 
tiny swallows. Yes, Mark was actually a pretty 
innocent fellow, at least before tonight.

Mark's arms reached up to Karen's torso. Her arms lay 
at her side and he grasped them with a tight, but 
comfortable grip. She was caught in his snare.

Karen only looked down once to see Mark's head between 
her legs. After that, she had to lay back and close 
her eyes. Her hair was on fire. What was this man 
doing? Nobody had ever touched her like this before, 
He was so gentle, but insistent. His tongue was soft, 
but it could reach places nobody had ever touched 
before. Karen was once again losing her mind. And she 
was loving every minute of it. There was no letup for 
even an instant. He was a machine.

When Mark started quickly nodding his face back and 
forth, up and down, it shut down her mental processes 
completely. Somehow, he had managed to make the 
flexible tip of his tongue dash against her clit with 
each twist and rhythmic shrug of his head. For 
punctuation, he sucked gently, bringing her clit out 
into a tiny approximation of its male counterpart.

Karen could feel her climax building, and she began to 
pull her arms back away from Mark. He wouldn't let go. 
She was trapped. And the building was on fire.


On his video screen, Karen's husband watched with awe. 
Holy shit this guy is good. I've never seen her come 
even close to this level of ecstasy, not in the 
hottest fucking of our entire relationship. It's been 
almost ten minutes now and I haven't seen him come up 
for air once. What is he doing to her? What is she 
going to sound like?

The answer came immediately. Karen began howling in 
three different octaves. Her back was arched to its 
maximum extension. Through some amazing powers all his 
own, Mark had managed to hold on to her arms such that 
her entire frame was straining to break free of his 
attentions. He still had his face in her muff and she 
was rapidly twisting and turning to break free of his 
relentless tongue. This continued for some twenty or 
thirty seconds. It must have taken incredible strength 
on Mark's part to fight Karen's toned thighs.

When she did finally start to settle, it was with a 
series of limp twitches. Eventually, Mark looked up 
and rose across her naked, heaving body to kiss her 
again. This kiss began slowly and built into a frenzy. 
Karen was exhausted, but you could tell the story 
wasn't over for her. Mark's swollen member made it 
clear that he wasn't done either.

The voice began to clear his throat, but stopped 
short.

Mark had gone back to Karen's pussy. He was slowly, 
but deliberately licking her again. 

Karen was too exhausted to tell Mark to stop. Her 
brain had exploded into a million pieces, then been 
washed over and over in waves of pleasure. All she 
knew was that she could never let go of this man. 
Nobody had ever done something like this to her 
before, and she sure as hell wasn't going to give up 
her discovery. And, my God, he was still going.

For a minute or two, the feeling for Karen was 
pleasant falling action. Then something happened. She 
was starting to climb again. She was climbing! How 
could this be? Was this guy some kind of devil, or an 
angel from heaven?


The voice's mouth was hanging open as he watched his 
wife push into her second jarring climax. This one 
didn't last thirty or so seconds. It lasted for closer 
to two minutes. Karen was too tired to escape Mark 
now, so his tongue just kept pushing her on to new 
heights. The flames had long since consumed her. Her 
screams had given way to whimpers, the sounds of an 
exhausted cat purring in its owners arms.


When he finally sat up on his haunches, Mark's face 
was rich with Karen's fluids. His erection had grown 
rock hard as she came again and again. He wanted to 
fuck her, and he wanted to fuck her now.

Mark bent down to Karen's face.

"Karen? Karen?"

Her eyes were closed and sweat was glistening over 
every inch of her face and body. She looked like she 
was returning from some sort of drug-induced state. 
For a moment, Mark doubted himself.

"Mark? My god! How can you do that? What did you do to 
me?" Karen asked

"I just... well, I just do that really well I guess. I 
love pussy. And I really love your pussy." Mark said.

Karen smiled richly in response. "Well, if you love 
it, then why don't you fuck it already."

At this, Mark grabbed her around the waist and pulled 
her onto him, just as she had been when the voice had 
so rudely interrupted them earlier. Karen's shining 
body poised over his manhood made Mark take a mental 
snapshot: this was a once in a lifetime experience. No 
matter how they had ended up here, Mark didn't want to 
forget a second of it. Karen looked down as she 
positioned her slit over his engorged cock, marveling 
again at its length and girth. He was going to split 
her apart! And she couldn't wait. With the head of his 
cock nosing its way wetly through her folds, her taut 
muscles paused as the rim of his glans popped inside. 
They looked at each other and knew. He was inside her.

With that, Karen dropped with all her weight down onto 
his massive fuck pole. She pulled her breath in 
suddenly as she descended. Then Mark could feel her 
relax. Her pussy was so tight he could feel her pulse 
as it enveloped his member. His cock was buried in her 
to the balls. Her eyes were glazed and distant. 
Finally, she leaned forward and put her hands on his 
chest.

Mark lifted his body under her. His chiseled legs 
sported a killer set of hamstrings and quads, all 
which were hidden by his usual work clothes. He was 
built for this.  He had literally worked his ass off 
to be able to do this. Karen was about to find out 
more of his secrets.


Karen felt her pussy flower open and envelop Mark's 
cock. She had wanted it this for so long, and now she 
finally had it. She had feared that his size would be 
too much for her, but in her intense state of arousal 
she had just welcomed him in. Now she just wanted to 
stay here forever. She could barely move. 

When Karen felt Mark lift her, she was momentarily 
confused. How was he doing that? She looked back to 
see his gigantic thighs piston her towards the ceiling 
of the elevator. Holy shit. I had no idea Mark was so 
strong.

The he really began to fire into her. His waist rose 
repeatedly now, forcing her to rise and fall on his 
cock in a steady fuck beat. Karen grabbed at his waist 
for support and rode him for all she was worth, his 
cock slamming into her again and again.

Mark could see Karen's tits jiggling above him, and 
reached up to paw them as she bounced atop his pole. 
As he grabbed them, Karen became vocal:


"Shit. Mark you are the hottest fuck on this planet. 
Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Karen begged. "Push that 
cock into me. I don't want to walk for a week. Fuck!" 

Mark had no idea Karen could ever have talked this 
way. He couldn't believe his ears and it was 
threatening to drive him over the edge. And maybe this 
is where Mark's genius comes into play. With 
everything a man could ask for already on top of his 
dick, he wants more.  He wants to kiss her too.


The rodeo show had been going for almost five minutes 
now, and the voice dropped his pants and began beating 
off to the unbelievably uninhibited fuck session 
developing in front of his face, on thirty angles and 
in HD. He was dumbfounded as his wife began to spew a 
string of dirty demands at Mark. He was so 
ridiculously happy he had put this whole thing 
together. When was this Mark fucker going to finally 
give in?


Mark slowed his pounding and said, "Karen, grab me 
around the neck."

Karen, who was biting her bottom lip with eyes closed, 
could barely hear him over the approaching steam 
engine of her third orgasm. Never had she had this 
much vaginal stimulation before. Was she going to even 
survive this night? Eventually, Mark's command sank in 
and she did as he asked. Mark was propping himself up 
by the elbows. 

"Ok, now hold tight." Mark said. With that, he grabbed 
her waist and proceeded to stand up -- with her fully 
attached to his cock through the entire motion -- then 
turn so that her back was against the elevator wall. 
From here, he had her at the perfect level to continue 
nailing her with abandon. But he also had her face to 
face.

Mark devoured Karen like a starved predator's first 
taste of red meat. He drew blood as he bit her lip, 
then licked and sucked at. Their eyes were closed, 
lost in the approaching orgiastic bomb.

With the sudden change in position, Karen could feel 
the flames licking ever higher. She was going to faint 
this time, and she didn't care. She wanted to be 
destroyed. With Paul at her throat, her mouth, her 
eyes, her ears, her nose... she was consumed with the 
very desire that had nourished her. She wasn't even 
really trying to return his amorous attentions 
anymore. But something made her eyes shoot open:

"I'm about to come." Mark said.

Finally! said the voice to himself, struggling to hold 
on to his own ejaculate.

"Fill me Mark. Fuck me hard, and give me your baby!" 
Karen said

"What?" said the voice. She was on birth control!

"What?" said Mark. He slowed his driving rhythm, 
though, oddly, her revelation seemed only to bring him 
closer to orgasm.

"I'll tell you later. Just put your seed in me. Fill 
me with your baby makers now!" Karen yelled.

Karen and Mark stared deeply into each other's eyes. 
Their bodies were dripping with sweat. Her arms 
cradled his back, clinging to him at the shoulders. 
Their kiss was a consuming disaster, while Mark's 
balls grew and filled with the long-averted product of 
the evening's affairs. Around them, their clothes lay 
scattered in heaps. The temperature in the elevator 
had gone from business park chill to jungle humid. The 
smell was primal and raw.

As his orgasm came crashing down on him, Mark thought 
of what Karen had just told him. He could get her 
pregnant. What was he going to do if he had another 
child? How could he ever explain this to his wife? He 
had to pull out, and now!

But he couldn't do it. This woman was going to be his. 
He had never wanted something so much in his life. 
Evolutionary biology was taking over and shutting down 
the main control systems.

With a final snap, wave after wave of Mark's sperm 
came jetting through his cock and into Karen's well. 
She could feel it hit as a warm sensation at her core. 
Each jet filled her further until the inevitable 
happened, and spurts of Mark's cream began to splash 
out of their carnal junction. Mark's head was next to 
Karen's know, his breathing so labored it sounded as 
if he were topping a twenty thousand foot peak. The 
cum was dripping down the wall of the elevator in 
lumpy rivulets. Karen thought about all the millions 
of sperm inside her, heading for her fertile, ripe 
eggs. He could have just made her pregnant. She would 
have Mark's child.

And then Karen came for the third time herself. The 
first two had been insistent, almost painful orgasms. 
Her body had been desperate for release, and gobbled 
up everything Mark had to offer with his talented 
tongue. This time, it had taken much longer to cum. 
She didn't have the direct clitoral stimulation she 
had had before, but she had Mark's giant cock to touch 
her in places she hadn't even known existed before 
tonight.

This orgasm started like a beautiful flower blooming 
in the morning sun. The effect was a kind of a slow-
motion, throbbing and bass-heavy dance. As it 
blossomed, an array of sound and color exploded around 
it, making her shift quickly over images of the 
deepest emerald forest and reddest sunset to the 
crashing chords of her favorite Dave Matthews song. 
Everything throbbed in time with Mark's spurting 
truth, filling her to the brim and over. The whole arc 
of this trip lasted around a minute. She felt as if 
her whole life had passed before her. Then she was 
suddenly aware that she was rutting in slowing pivots 
against Mark's rock hard and drug-addled cock.

Neither Karen or Mark had felt or heard the elevator 
begin to move as they swept into their orgasms.


When the elevator door opened, the light falling in 
couldn't help but blind the couple.  They had been in 
relative darkness for hours now. Surprisingly, Mark 
didn't even put Karen down in order to put a hand up 
and shade his eyes from the brightness. Karen also 
fought for her eyes to adjust. But it only took a 
moment for the truth to register.

"Yes, it's me Karen." her husband said. "Or, maybe 
you'll recognize me better this way."  With this, he 
held a mechanical device to his mouth and spoke 
through it, producing precisely the same voice as had 
trapped the two: "Hello fuck buddies!"

Now Mark put Karen down. His cock slid out from her 
with a thick pop. There was a visible amount of gore 
from their mating slid down Karen's leg. Naturally, 
Mark was still fully erect. 

Mark felt bold.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do!" Mark said.

"Really? How so. I've just caught you fucking my wife 
in a company elevator." the voice said.

"You trapped us here!" cried Karen. She was horrified 
now.

"Someday, you'll understand. This was my gift! To both 
of you, but especially to you Karen." Karen's husband 
said.

"How could this be a gift? You trapped me here and 
forced me to have sex with another man!" Karen said.

"I trapped you here and forced you to have sex with a 
man you've been desperate to fuck since you first met 
him. And I made sure that it was someone who truly, 
deeply wanted to fuck you, although, I admit I didn't 
anticipate him being quite such a skillful lover. You 
made me jealous Mark!" the voice said.

"Jealous? You've got to be joking," Mark said. "What 
do you mean, of this?" Mark gestured towards his 
twitching member.

"Well, if you think the only thing special about 
yourself is your penis size, I'm not going to help 
you. But can you please step aside?" the voice said.

"Step aside?" Mark asked.

"Yes, step out of the elevator for a moment. You can 
watch if you like." the voice said.

With that, the voice went to his wife and whispered in 
her ear for almost a minute. He could only catch 
something about pregnancy. The next thing that 
happened was astounding. 

Karen grabbed the hand rail along the elevator wall, 
presenting her athletic, toned buttocks to her 
husband. He dropped his pants to reveal a sizable 
erection. As Mark watched, he positioned himself 
behind her and with a jerk, was balls deep in his 
wife's pussy (which suddenly produced another spurt of 
Mark's spunk.)

The married couple proceeded to fuck with abandon. 
Karen was yelling in rhythm as her body was pounded 
into the elevator wall. Her tits swang forwards and 
backwards, then just jiggled as the pounding became 
more insistent.

Mark couldn't believe his eyes. 

But Mark could believe his hands. He began slowly, 
then in earnest. Even with his last ejaculation, Mark 
could tell it wouldn't take long.

The voice looked over at him and saw his situation. He 
motioned to Mark to come back into the elevator, and 
asked Karen:

"Think you can help Mark out?"

The look on her face made Mark realize that he could 
never return to his past life again. The look on her 
face meant that Karen could never return either.

As he stood at her head, brushing back her hair to 
pull it out of the way, he could see where stray cum 
had splattered into it, tangling it in places. She 
smiled at him, a wolf's smile, and sank her mouth onto 
the first several inches of his cock. Her mouth was 
naturally pistoning back and forth over his cock, 
thanks to the action her husband was giving her from 
behind.

Where was this all going to lead?

All Mark knew was that his second orgasm was moments 
away.

Mark pulled his cock from Karen's mouth with a groan, 
and began splattering her face and hair with his 
spunk. Drops of pearly liquid sank down her cheeks and 
forehead. She was truly a wonderful sight to see. Her 
husband was unloading in broad strokes, while she 
groaned in ecstasy with each thrust.

The three of them collapsed into a heap on the 
elevator floor.

"Can you pass that bottle of water, Mark?" the voice 
asked.

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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