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Archive name: lafull.txt (MMF, reluc, work)
Authors name: David Shaw (david@f-e-mail.com)
Story title : Laid Aloft

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LAID ALOFT (MM/F: Reluc: Work)
By David Shaw (david@f-e-mail.com)


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You'll love this, you'll be the queen of the town 
today," Marco encouraged me as he went past and 
entered the tower first with Tony still following me. 
Innocent as I still was, I was soon to find out why I 
was positioned in the middle.
	
Inside was a very narrow and steep staircase, which 
spiraled around the inside of the tower, with steel 
mesh on the inner side of the stairwell to stop 
anybody from falling off the steps. It seemed a 
pretty insubstantial protection to me though, 
especially when I looked upwards and saw the huge 
hole that was the center of the tower.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tickle her again, Tony."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marco chuckled and hefted my boobs from below again. 

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

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

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

"Two cocks were nowhere near enough for that woman, 
once we'd gotten her warmed up," Tony chortled. "Not 
much point in being a slave unless you know who your 
masters are, and she got taught that lesson right 
from the start. The question now, Ms boss-lady, is 
would you like to consider making an offer like that? 
Or shall we address these panties, then air-mail them 
and see if they get handed in?"
		
 It only took me a second to decide that this pair of 
lunatics could do whatever they liked ten times over 
before I'd take the slightest risk of having my name 
dropped in the central business district attached to 
a pair of whore's knickers. What was more, I was 
reaching a stage of mind where I could understand 
exactly why the other woman had decided it was more 
sensible and more fun as well to pay forfeits. I had 
no doubt all there had indeed been another woman. 
Marco and Tony's gloating male self-satisfaction was 
too obvious an ego trip to be any kind of an act. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, alright!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So did they screw you, Alison?

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

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

The image of that in my mind send me into a frenzied 
orgasm that must have matched Marco's because I heard 
him give a great gasp of pleasure and triumph. While 
I was still half concious my legs were loosened from 
the straps and I was rolled over onto my side.  The 
movement dislodged my glasses and as I was trying to 
straighten them a hand grabbed my right ankle, then  
lifted it up at an impossibly high angle in the air, 
as if I was some kind of a ballet dancer. I yelped 
and another cock slammed straight into me at an 
angle, which really was screwing me. Tony was astride 
my left leg, his own legs clamped around it like a 
raunchy dog, still holding my right leg way up in the 
air over his shoulder as he rammed right up me: his 
cock was slipping in and out of my cunt with 
squelching noises like an old fashioned hand pump 
sucking up water.  I bawled with passion, throwing 
handfuls of packing beads into the air like confetti.
 
"Hey, Rapunsel, you may be an old fuck but you're a 
pretty good one," Tony gloated. "I told Marco you 
were a sure thing first off. Just like the two other 
women we've fucked while we've been working here." He 
began slamming into me even harder.

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

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

The camera flash smeared across my face again.

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

     THE END