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Subject: {ASSM} "LAID ALOFT" (MM/F; Reluctant; Work)
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"LAID ALOFT"
(MM/F; Reluctant; Work)

David Shaw
shaw.alphamale@gmail.com

www.alphamalestories.com


THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY

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Alison, a respectable lady returning to her office, somehow agrees to
let two technicians show her the breathtaking views from the top of
the building's communication tower. It isn't until she gets trapped
between both hard hats on a narrow stairwell that she finds out she's
the one providing the views.
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I suppose I should feel rather guilty about what happened, but I
don't. After all, I didn't set out to do anything wrong, only
something out of my usual routine, and even that was a spur of the
moment decision. I've wanted to tell somebody about it for a long time
and now I've 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 mostly, 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
unpleasant 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. Afterwards, I found out he did know
and it was all part of the trap. At the time though, I thought he
really believed that I was just a middle aged secretary at everybody's
beck and call -- and that assumption angered me, exactly as it was
meant to. 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 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 patronized 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.

What 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 up and down my spine, just as Marco bent over from
behind me and rubbed my earlobes with his finger tips.

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

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

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

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

Tony did just that -- partially. He went down another two steps,
lifted up my right foot and removed my shoe. Afterwards he knelt down
again on the steps, though lower down again, and started nibbling on
my toes through my panty hose and running his fingers underneath the
sole of my foot. And, being totally off balance by now, there was
nothing at all I could do when Marco 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 told them.

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, Rapunzel, let down your hair for
once. We've got a real private place at the top of the tower and we've
got all afternoon. And I guess nobody downstairs will mind not having
the boss in the office for a while."

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

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

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

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

"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 for us to see.
We'll also write down the name and address of the office building and
the name of the company you work for, which we also happen to know.
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 slid his palms underneath my boobs 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 favors
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 told what
to do, just for a while anyway. We took her up to the top of the tower
and screwed her every way but loose."

"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 set of whore's underwear. 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. Then, calmly and carefully, he began to squeeze my tits
harder than any man had ever done before.

"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' to me," Marco demanded.

What difference did it make now? "Yes, master," I answered obediently.
Somewhere at the back of my mind was a line from  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 realized
that I would have been disappointed if they had suddenly relented and
let me go. So I 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
staircase.

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

I stopped at a level which put my face close to 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 fly zip 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, Rapunzel," 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, Rapunzel."

"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 plowing. 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, Rapunzel, 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 this.

Marco grunted in satisfaction: "That's better, Rapunzel. Let's see
what else we can do to get your pussy 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 a big bosomed woman, 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 that badly needed
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 . . . oh, 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, Rapunzel," 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, Rapunzel?"

"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
shocking 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 uncovered 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 kind of a day.

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 giving 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, Rapunzel," 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 as 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 pillow slips.
The light didn't work but I could see something glowing in the dark at
the back of the storeroom something red.

"I went to it, and the light was coming from a torch tied up inside a
red pillow slip. 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, Rapunzel. 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, Rapunzel."

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

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

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

"I heard the door of the linen room open. There were footsteps, I
don't know how many. Somebody had a radio on, not too loud. I heard
the door close again. My face was down into the sheets I was lying on,
I couldn't see anything. I couldn't hear very much either but I knew
there was movement behind me. A lot of movement, maybe. I heard some
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
excitement. Instead of rolling my eyes I grabbed at my tits and rolled
those around for the boys to watch: 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 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, 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 was 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, crunched 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 me stupid, then poured
oil in my ass and did it all all over again . . . I thought it was
groundhog day and it was never going to stop!"

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 body. 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 conscious my legs were loosened
from the straps and I was rolled over on 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 slammed right up me: his cock was slipping in
and out of me with squelching noises like an old fashioned hand pump
sucking up water.  I yelled out in delight, then found I was trying to
blow off styrofoam pellets sticking to my lips.

"Hey, Rapunzel, 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 ramming into me even harder.

"Look to the left, Rapunzel. 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 room first for a public fucking by anybody who wants
you."

THE END

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