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CHAPTER THREE

Ellen pulled her small MG into the halfempty parking lot. She switched off the motor. After checking her face in the rearview mirror for the third time since leaving the house, she climbed out. She carried her petite figure well as she walked to the impressive-looking twelve story office building. Her soft brown hair caressed her delicate features as a warm summer breeze caught it.

The elevator took her up to the seventh floor. Her heart skipped a beat. She felt like a schoolgirl on a date. It was always like this when she met him.

She stepped out into the deserted corridor. The music from the elevator was swallowed up as the doors hissed closed. It was quiet.

Her hand turned the doorknob and she stepped into the plush outer office.

"Roger?" Ellen called.

"In here, baby," Roger answered.

The sound of his baritone voice relieved as well as excited her.

Roger was seated behind his desk, glancing at a contract. His gray eyes looked up as Ellen came in. "I was afraid you weren't going to make it," he said.

"So was I." Ellen went to him, gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How about a drink? My nerves are shot."

"Sounds good." He watched her compact body as she went to the bar, poured drinks. Roger's groin stirred with excitement. Three months and she still gave him an instant hardon each time they met.

Holding their drinks, Ellen walked over to Roger and perched her ass on a corner of his desk. "Here."

Roger took the Scotch and rested his free hand on her dimpled knee. "Jessica pissed a bitch when I told her I had to come down here to do some work."

"Do you think she suspects?" Ellen asked. Roger's hand had moved higher, and it was getting her hot.

"She doesn't buy, the work excuse anymore. She almost broke my head with a Goddamn lamp!" The heat of Ellen's inner thigh warmed the palm of his moving hand.

Ellen squirmed. A soft whimpering sigh rushed from her parted lips. "Ummmm… Frank's getting difficult, too. I had a hard time getting away this morning. Frank didn't throw a lamp at me, but I can still hear his voice ringing in my head. I think he's mowing the lawn to take out his frustrations." She laughed, looked at Roger. "Ummmm, I like what your hand is doing."

Roger's fingers toyed with the elastic of her panties. The heat of her moist crotch traveled up his arm. His finger wedged inside her panties.

"Oh, Roger." She polished off her Scotch and sighed. "I needed that."

"You need more than a drink, baby." Roger's fingers stroked through her wet cunt gash.

Ellen giggled. "That's why I'm here." Slipping off the desk, she straightened up and stared out the large plate glass window overlooking the street below.

"I wonder how many other people are meeting in empty offices to get fucked on this pretty Saturday morning." Her brown eyes drifted to the office building directly across the street.

Roger swiveled around in his leather chair and admired her perfectly shaped ass. A boyish grin cracked his handsome face. "Why don't you take off your dress and distract them a little?"

The idea appealed to Ellen. This morning she felt bold, carefree. More than usual. She didn't know why.

Without another word, Ellen began taking off her dress, up her thighs, up over her panty clad ass. "I hope someone's looking," Ellen remarked, eyes still on the office building opposite them.

"I'm looking," Roger said, "even if no one else is." His cock ached in his pants and he shifted in his chaff, adjusting, it? Her ass looked delicious.

Liquid movements raised her dress up over her soft, supple body. Without turning around, she flipped the dress to Roger. "Here."

Catching it, Roger stood, unable to tear his eyes off her dynamite body, he laid the dress on the back of his chair and came up behind her.

"If there, is anyone in that office building watching," Roger began, "you've definitely made their day." Large hands snaked around her waist, then lowered to the crotch of her panties. He rubbed her pussy mound.

Tilting her head back against Roger, Ellen sighed, feeling wanton. Her delicate hands on his, she brought them up her body to her tits. "Squeeze, Roger, squeeze."

Roger dipped his hands into her lacy bra and popped out her titties, one and then the other. "Baby!"

For a split second Ellen was worried about someone being able to see her naked tits. Then she shrugged off the feeling. Her hips undulated excitedly. She could feel Roger's hard cock digging into the small of her back. "I'm creaming my panties, Roger."

His hands moved from her tits to her bikini panties. He pushed them down, displaying her brown curly pussy hair for the world to see. Eager fingers fondled her bare moist pussy.

"Ohhh… I must be crazy doing this." Ellen wriggled her legs, tits bouncing, and the panties fell to a puddle at her feet. Quickly she took off her bra. Now she was completely naked.

"Baby," he groaned as she twisted around to face him as he cupped the bared cheeks of her ass that were now facing the building opposite them. Fingers squeezing, he mauled the pliant ass checks.

Ellen tilted her head back, parting her moist lips. "I feel as if someone is watching." It made her hotter just to think about it.

Roger's eyes scanned the building. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could make out an image in one of the faraway windows, maybe two. "I think you have an audience," he whispered huskily.

"Then let's give whoever is watching something to really enjoy." Ellen slithered down his body until she was staring at his bulging crotch.

"You really are crazy today, aren't you?" Roger said jokingly.

"Good," she murmured. "I've always had a secret desire to do something shocking in public." Ellen tugged down his zipper.

"Unnnn," Roger groaned in delight as Ellen's warm fingers lugged out his prick. "Give'em a good show, baby."

"I intend to, Roger." Delicate fingers circled his bulky shaft and squeezed. His pisshole opened as if to breathe. Her tongue flashed out and slapped across his bulbous prickhead.

Roger's hips jerked forward and the head of his cock went smashing into Ellen's mouth. "Agggnnnn!"

"Easy, Roger. You'll knock out my teeth."

Ellen's mouth engulfed the head of his cock. A deep, sensuous suck was quickly followed by a loud moaning grunt from Roger's throat. It encouraged her and she sucked with more force.

He reached down, entwined his fingers in her hair, and force-fed his prick down her throat. He grunted, "Baby, baby, baby!" His cockhead pierced her tight clenching gullet.

She gurgled, reveled in semi-public sex, mouth stretched wide, accommodating Roger's overgrown cock. Her mouth barely able to envelop his whole prick as he lunged wildly.

Abruptly, Roger stopped. He had no intention of cuming off in her mouth. He released the grip in her hair. "Bend over on the desk," he rasped urgently.

Getting to her feet, she looked wide-eyed into his face. Her lips were wet with spit. Holding his cock in her fist, she turned and stared out the window. Her eyes tried to locate their audience.

"I see them," she said to Roger. Ellen tingled with forbidden excitement. "It's a man and a woman."

"Yeah, I see them now myself."

The sun had slipped behind a cloud, eliminating the glare that had obscured his vision before. Now he saw that Ellen was right. He could see the other couple clearly.

"Do you think they can see us as well as we can see them?" Ellen asked. Her naked body shivered with utter delight.

"Maybe we ought to invite them over and ask," Roger suggested.

"Oh no," she gasped, although the thought lingered on. In a sudden flash of embarrassment, Ellen moved away from the shadow.

Roger turned, watched her straddle a corner of his desk. "What's the matter, baby?"

Keeping herself at the boiling point, she jammed her drooling pussy into the corner of Roger's desk. "It's us," she gasped between jerks of her hips. "I knew it the moment I walked into your office."

As she talked, Roger nodded in agreement. "This has got to be the last time, Roger. I don't want to lose Frank. You feel the same about Jessica, right?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, thinking of his wife this morning and how beautiful and sexy she had looked.

"I want to make this last time with you something I'll always remember." She stared at his cock jutting from the opened zipper.

Roger was mesmerized with his stacked little neighbor. Her tits were jiggling while she ground her cunt into his desk. "I hope you're not going to waste all that juice on my desk," he moaned.

"Oh no," she giggled impishly, "I'm going to soak your cock in it."

He went to her, expecting to fuck her from the back. When his hand touched a hip, she turned.

"Not here," Ellen said.

"Where then?" he asked, wondering what she was thinking.

She stood, took his hand, and led him to the door that connected to the outer office.

"Where are we going?" his prick throbbed like a toothache.

Ellen hushed him. "I don't know yet. All I know is that I want it to be something dangerous – out of the ordinary."

A willing partner to her wild abandonment, Roger went with her to the smoked-glass door that opened out into the empty corridor.

Before opening it, Ellen turned, leaned against the door. She squirmed erotically, a sexy grin on her child-like features. "You got enough nerve to fuck me in the elevator?"

"Why not?" he said, throwing caution to the wind.

Ellen peered out into the corridor. The elevator, only a short distance off, looked as if it were a hundred miles away. Gulping uneasily, Ellen let her breath out slowly.

Roger caressed her ass. "Did you change your mind?"

"Suppose the elevator went down to the first floor?"

Roger laughed. "I'll check, you wait here." He fucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. A hand milked one of Ellen's bloated tits before he stepped out into the lonely hall.

She watched him go. Her breathing was shallow and her nipples were painfully sore with passion. Her cunt flowed like a river. Legs weak, she leaned against the wall, waiting for Roger to return.

At the elevator, Roger pushed the button. "She was right," he said, "it's not here." A few fleeting moments later, the elevator doors slid open. With a grin, Roger stepped inside the paneled cubicle and motioned for Ellen to join him.

She had seen the doors open and Roger was waving to her. Her face brightened. A quick darting glance up and down the hall assured her no one was around. She rushed out, tits bouncing. Giggling lewdly, she ran to the elevator.

When Ellen was three steps away, Roger pushed a button that closed the doors. He laughed, imagining the shock on Ellen's face.

Terror-stricken, she pounded her tiny fists on the closed doors. "Roger! Open the doors!"

The doors slid back and a smiling Roger greeted a quaking Ellen. "Going down, ma'am?"

She dashed inside. "You're out of your fucking mind!" she laughed nervously.

He shut the doors again and scooped her into his arms. "No more than you, baby." With Ellen in his arms, he pushed a button.

The elevator descended to the lobby.

The sudden lurch downward alarmed her. She struggled out of Roger's arms and stabbed at the stop button. The elevator jerked to a halt between floors. "You touch one of them buttons and I'll rip your nuts off," she laughed again.

"You said you wanted excitement." Roger took her back into his arms, kissed her, crushed her tits into his chest. He broke the kiss and smiled. "I wish they'd play something better than sleep music in this elevator. Then you could dance and show off your cute little body."

"I don't need music to dance for you, Roger." She wriggled her body up against him, enjoying the roughness of his clothes.

He plastered his mouth to hers again, feeding her his tongue.

"Take out your cock." It came out as a deep throaty request. She backed up, leaned against the wall, drooling as a grinning Roger pulled down his zipper and fished out his long, hard cock.

"Here, baby. It's time you bent over and took this in your pussy." He held his prick in his fist, wielding it erotically at her lithe, naked body.

"Not yet," she gasped. "This is the last time and I'm not going to rush it."

She dropped to her knees, crawled to him and yanked down his pants, baring his heavy nuts and tight ass. Her hands cupped his heavy balls. "God, your balls feels so damn hot!" Her head spun.

Roger looked down at the top of her head. He caressed her face, his fingers slipping over her lips. "Baby. I'm going out of my head." His prick brushed against her cheek, throbbed.

"Let me savor each second," she purred, then gobbled his fingers into her mouth. She chewed and sucked them with the same vigorous pleasure as she would his cock. She rubbed his prick against her face, bringing the head into her mouth. Gurgling moans came from, her throat as she sucked his prick.

Roger groaned, leaned back. His legs were shaking. Her hot urgent mouth was driving him wild! He jammed forward, his hips driving his prick into her gullet. "Baby!"

Ellen accepted his cock greedily. She worked her tongue over the piercing prickshaft and bloated cockhead. Her fingers massaged the heavy sac where his nuts churned their thick white load.

She popped her mouth off, panting. Her eyes caught sight of the display board. Two lights were blinking. "Someone wants the elevator."

Roger glanced around and grinned. "It's the lobby light. Maybe it's the couple we saw across the street watching us."

A hot shiver attacked her cunthole. She leaned against Roger's thigh, her arms wrapped around his waist. A compulsion to take the elevator down to the lobby swept over her.

Roger sensed it. "You really want to end our affair with a bang, huh?"

Hot smiling eyes looked up at him. Lust glowed on her face. "I don't have the nerve."

The idea appealed to him in a warped sort of way. But he didn't give in to his fantasy. It could be anyone in the lobby, even Jessica, not that she ever came to the office. "I think this is about as dangerous as I want to get," he said.

The impulse had left her. The immediacy of Roger's cock took its place. She nibbled her mouth down the length of his prickshaft, slapped her tongue up over his nuts, then chewed back to his glistening cockhead.

"Enough," Roger groaned. He yanked his prick from her mouth and sank to his knees. "I can't wait any longer."

"You're right." She turned around, presenting Roger with her gorgeous ass. She wriggled it delightfully. "Fuck me!"

Roger moved behind the twin cheeks of creamy ass meat. His huge throbbing cock swayed like a thick slab of oak. He grabbed his shaft at the base. "I'm going to give you one you won't forget for a while."

"I hope so," she moaned. Her body trembled in readiness. "Make it special."

Roger dragged his prick through Ellen's steamy cunt gash. A milky ooze coated his glistening cockhead.

"Ooo, yesss, Roger!" She wriggled her hips.

The heat from her hot cunt seared his cockshaft and ignited fires in his cum-filled nuts. He pushed the bloated head of his cock between the folds of her pussy and watched her cunt suck it into its hole.

"I feel it!" She rocked on her hands and knees. Wallowing on his cock, she whimpered as it tormented her delightfully. "Oooo, yesss!"

Vacuum pressure from her pussyhole pulled at his cock. Hard thick inches slowly filled her gaping cunt. His cockhead led the way into the steamy pulsing channel.

Ellen snapped her head around. Wide, glazed brown eyes stared. "Roger!" Her cheeks burned red. Her tongue fucked out over her mouth, keeping her lips moist. "Don't move. Let me do it."

"Sure," he moaned, releasing the base of his cock. He latched his hands onto her hips, his thumbs parting the cheeks of her ass. "Whenever you're ready."

Panting raggedly, Ellen rocked backward, her pussy muscles moving along his thick throbbing shaft until her ass fused with his groin. "I… mmmm!" She couldn't think.

Roger's eyes popped, watching his cock being sucked into her vat of bubbling pussy-cream. "Unnnn!" He gaped, his features tight. His cock was emerging from her pussy.

Ellen slid forward, depriving her overheated pussy of Roger's cock. Withdrawal spasms erupted in her cunt and her muscles went crazy, pulsing erratically against his retreating prickshaft.

Roger strained, his body taut. The pressure was exquisite. His fingers sank into her flesh.

Her body shook. Wriggling jerks of her hips sent her into ecstasy. Her ass swiveled as if on ball bearings. "Roger! Ohhh, Christ!"

Thick, milky cunt-cream coated his long, buried prickshaft. He gulped back a fistful of passion that was lodged in his throat. He was nearing the end of his will-power. "I can't wait!"

"Noooo," she cried in anguish. "Please!" Her tits swung heavily beneath her, the nipples ready to burst. To appease him, she quickened the pace.

Roger groaned in relief. He remained frozen, allowing her to glide her cunt back and forth. It was fantastic watching his cock enter her pussy. His breathing was rough, loud, raspy.

It became too much for his overloaded nervous system. "Aghhh!" He punctured her body with a violent stab, his groin slamming into the cheeks of her ass.

Ellen's body went into contorting twists. She pulled away. Squishing noises of protest came from her juice-sopped cunt. "Noooo!"

Roger couldn't hear. Passion had gripped him. With blinding speed, he lashed his cock in and out of her cunt.

There was nothing Ellen could do but accept his drilling cock. She did, soaring quickly into insanity as her body responded. "Yesss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Ml the way!"

His cock speared her pussy. Hard fucking jabs had his nuts slapping against the back of her thighs. His breathing matched his speed – fast.

Slapping bodies echoed in the elevator. Their groans blended in erotic harmony. Quick thrusts. Backward lunges. Howling moans.

She rocked on all fours under the steady pounding of his powerful body. Her naked body shuddered with each hard, demanding jab. She stared blankly at the wall, mouth open, body ready to explode.

Roger's cock swelled in the pulsing heat of her clinging cunt. His balls rumbled, ready to burst. "Baby! Baby!"

The muscles in Ellen's cunt tightened, then began to pulse rapidly. A steady tattoo of pulsing beats surrounded his pumping prickshaft. "Faster! Faster!" she screamed, caught up in her approaching orgasm. "Ohhh, Roger!"

Roger fucked her like a well-oiled machine, hard quick, jabbing thrusts. His eyes were glued to her wriggling ass. He watched each stab, each lunge, hypnotized by the frantic motion of her rotating hips.

Ellen's lithe body glowed with passion, then froze for a moment. Suddenly all hell broke loose. "I'm… cuming! Ohhh! Creaming!"

Roger's cock, in the center of her orgasming pussy, plowed harder, taking the squealing woman over the edge. Bolts of passion shot through his cockshaft as her cunt muscles clutched his cock like spongy vises.

Ellen welcomed the violent attack, needing each jab of his fantastic prick to stamp out the raging fire deep in her exploding cunt. Dazed, glassy eyes floated in and out of her skull.

"Cum! Cum!" Her own screams echoed in her head. The elevator magnified each sound.

Roger's balls erupted. Gooey cum opened his piss-slot. Wads of the stringy fluid filled her gulping cunt. "I'm cuming!" His roaring deep voice bounced off the walls. "I'm cuming!"

Both climaxed. Hot white cum mixed with milky pussy-cream. Bodies, sweaty and glistening, clashed. Squishing jabs. Oozing juice flowed over his swinging balls and down the back of her quivering thighs. They battled for what seemed like an eternity.

Ellen's elbows buckled. Her face thudded against the carpeted floor. Gurgling noises came from her open mouth. Saliva dribbled out. She took all the wonderful punishment.

Roger's powerful body began to slow as he expended all his energy through his spurting cock. Hard quick stabs. Squirting thick globs. The cords in his neck stood out, straining like steel cables.

"Nooo… more!" Ellen gasped. She twitched, her body drained, sated, tingling in the sweet aftermath of her fantastic orgasm.

"Unnn…" It came out as a gurgle. He slammed forward, driving her to the floor. He crushed her, his prick slipping from her cunt. The head of his prick scraped the carpet. The last few drops of jizz oozed out.

Panting, he rolled off, afraid he might have hurt her. "You okay?" he panted between refreshing gulps of air.

"Better than ever." Ellen rubbed her body into the carpet. "Christ, I loved it!" She rolled close and hugged him.

"I would like fucking in an elevator?" Ellen giggled. "Shit, I was so damn hot, I forgot where we were." She came out of his arms and stood up. "God, do you think anyone heard us?" Passion spent, reason returned.

"If anyone did," he laughed, getting, up, "then I think we'll have an audience when we get off." He fixed his pants and pushed the button for the seventh floor.

Nervously, Ellen hid behind him as the elevator took them up. "God, I'm scared."

Automatically, the doors opened. Roger peered out. The corridor was empty. "C'mon, Ellen. You got a clear field."

Ellen looked out herself, not trusting Roger. He had told the truth, the corridor was empty. She ran, down the hall and into his office. "Whewww." She caught her breath and waited for Roger.

Laughing, Roger walked nonchalantly down the hall to his office. "Ellen."

"I'm in here," she called. "Getting dressed."

"One last toast," he said, going to the bar. "To three of the best months of my life."

"Mine too," Ellen agreed.

He gave her a kiss. "I'm going to work for a while, then go home and try to smooth things out with Jessica."

"I'm going to do the same thing with Frank." She polished off her drink. She blew him a kiss good-bye before turning for the door. "It might be better if the four of us didn't socialize for a few weeks."

"I agree. Good fuck with Frank." Roger plopped down behind his desk and picked up the contract he had been looking at when Ellen had arrived.

Roger looked at the phone, shrugged. "I'll call." He grinned and dialed his home number, remembering how delicious Jessica had looked this morning. He hoped, as he listened to the rings, that he had enough strength to take care of her once he got home.

There was no answer. He looked at the phone as if it were lying to him. For a moment, he had a nagging thought about Jessica carrying out her threat of going out and getting fucked. "Nah. Not Jessica." He hung up and went back to studying the contract.