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Four of them were stuck in the elevator and Stephanie needed to pee so badly.

After three hours she was pacing like a caged a****l. Her bladder was so full she'd swear her k**neys hurt from it. She tried thinking about anything else but her mind kept returning to piss. Every few minutes her body messaged her to walk out of the elevator and leisurely stroll to a restroom, casually picking the best stall. Like on a normal day. But she was trapped when the power went out.

She was taller than most men, slim yet curvy, and always impeccably dressed as a stereotypical corporate woman in her stretchy skirts, starched button-ups and muted nylons. Beautiful with defined angles in her face that she tried to smooth out with makeup so they'd seem less threatening. She always projected control because it was important to her, especially at work. All those qualities made her socially unapproachable and therefore so tragically horny.

Earlier in the evening she just wanted to go home and find someone to fuck. One of her regular hookups, maybe.

But at this very moment she just looked desperate, maybe more like tired, her outfit wrinkled and a few outer buttons undone. Her jacket was off and unsexy sweat stains showed under her arms. Her convertible purse was splayed out on the floor like a wounded a****l, abandoned halfway to being turned into a backpack. She hated being seen like this.

Stephanie cleared her mind of all thoughts but despite that effort a few minutes later her body wanted her to obey the natural sequence, to peel down her pantyhose, pull down her panties, sit down on a toilet and take her sweet time relieving herself. Sweet unrushed piss, with lots of splashing sounds, pressure on her stomach slowly deflating.

But fuck, no, there was no toilet in here. There was nothing for her in here. Nothing. No escape. She was stuck in the elevator with three assholes from the office who hated her for being successful. She groaned unlady-like and it turned their heads. Her scowl made them look away.

Her imagination took her to safety. She focused on breathing, setting a calm pace. She was now in a dry desert with the sun beaming down on her. No water anywhere, no palm trees, no oases. Just sand and the sun. Sweat evaporating faster than it could bead and trickle, leaving salt crystals on her skin. Gentle breeze cooling her skin. The imagery calmed her down.

Then suddenly she heard a squishing liquid and it returned her abruptly to the harsh reality.

Her mind instantly went to having to pee and Jesus, right now! She grabbed her abdomen gingerly and leaned forward to try to stop herself but it was too late. She tinkled a little in her underwear. Just a tiny spot, she was relieved to discover, but she had to fight hard to stop it from becoming a flood.

She glanced downward to check whether her legs were dry. The three assholes she worked with would never let her live it down - they absolutely hated her. To her paradoxical dismay, her legs were dry. It would have felt so great if she had just pissed herself and this agony was over.

Stephanie shrieked in panic, "Jesus, I really need to pee!"

When no one said anything she swept them a hateful glare, one person at a time. Everyone else was sitting down so she looked down on them, and she was tall to begin with. It was a primal messaging and it said nothing good.

"Chill, it's all fine, they're on it man," Mike replied and pointed at the blinking service light.

He was the lazy janitor whom Stephanie had complained about to facilities, and he always suspected it was her who did it. The disciplinary action cost him a lot in comfort and he gave her an evil eye every chance he could.

"See, they comin'. We in a service queue," he added.

Stephanie looked at him irritably, "Why are you here with us anyway? Don't you have a service elevator?"

He replied cockeyed at her, "No ma'am."

"They don't have a slave entrance," he added after a cold moment and winked at her.

She blushed the nastiest shade of red in embarrassment and continued pacing around, clicking her heels. She wasn't such a bitch usually, she just really, really needed to pee. Her complaint to facilities was a misunderstanding, if she only had the opportunity to explain it, Mike wouldn't hate her so much. But she never got around to it and, well, she didn't care. It was getting warmer in the elevator.

She kept pacing around and as she turned away Mike made a face and mimicked holding the shape of her ass with his hands, leering at the other guys. John chuckled and nodded. In fact, he looked. It didn't occur to him to stare at her ass before tonight, but he had to agree with Mike. She did have a nice ass, and it did swing nicely as she walked. It threw her skirt sideways with each step.

After a few silent moments Mike chuckled again and explained, "See, I was done with work an hour ago. I just stuck around for you folks, and I don't get nothin' for that."

She gripped her mouth tightly and looked away. Was it true? Why would he stick around after hours?

"And no, we don't get paid overtime. I'm the Friday dude and Monday people would think I didn't clean nothin' after you guys stayed late and complain. So it's better if I stick around for all you late birds so I dids."

Well shit, now she felt bad for never noticing.

The earlier squishing sound was the bottle of Jim Beam that she declined taking a swig from the first time around. It was now being passed around between the janitor and the two office slackers. Fucking assholes, they knew she had to use the bathroom and it was as if they were toying with her.

The three of them hated her, she was absolutely sure of it, because she'd always been cold toward them. She was a hard worker and she wasn't going to let niceties mix with her performance, and if they misinterpreted that as her being a bitch over the years, well that's their fault. Were they now doing this on purpose just to taunt her? They had to have been. Why, she wondered? To punish her for being successful?

"Jesus, I really, really need to pee," Stephanie whined, "Why aren't they answering?"

Mike replied in his calmest voice.

"Been stuck in an elevator before man, it's no thing. They got automated sensors and shit, they be coming. You'll see, nothing to worry about."

He was lying of course, but he knew he had to project calm because he was a nice guy. Even to a bitch like her. She cost him a favored shift and almost his job. It's not like he was the only guy ever to take cleaning supplies home, but she stood on the gunwales and rocked the boat and they made an example out of him.

So fuck her. Secretly, he figured the panel was busted and he wanted to watch her piss herself. He had no idea whether anyone knew they were stuck or why the light was blinking.

"You're not the one who has to pee!" Stephanie countered with a subdued shriek.

Elsewhere at that very moment, firemen looked at a burning substation from a very safe distance and shook their heads. Nothing to be done, one side of the high voltage line was still energized and the other one was extruding cooling ribs into a molten copper sculpture. It would take some time to shut it off.

Stephanie didn't know any of that. She hoped the power would get back on at any moment now. It could be just minutes away.

Others nodded their emphatic assent at her outburst, but they really weren't in the mood to talk to her. Especially John, who blamed her for getting them stuck in the elevator. Had she held the elevator door earlier before taking it on a pointless joyride to a wrong floor, he'd be at the party sucking tongue with that one girl with the nose piercing. He put the bottle of Jim Beam back in his bag and patted it, hoping he'd be out soon because he needed to get his dick wet.

She paced around faster, holding her abdomen like it was a water balloon ready to burst. Thought of the comparison almost made her tinkle again and she looked around for anything, a visual distraction, but nothing helped. The elevator service light was still blinking.

"Luke, can you please call 911 again?" she asked the other guy. "I don't trust these call buttons, and I really really need to go to the bathroom."

"Bitch," John muttered way under his breath. He was getting annoyed at her pushiness.

Luke sighed and pretended to get on his cell. Come to think of it, he didn't trust the call buttons either. He realized he was already on the call with emergency services but got placed on hold because it wasn't really an emergency. Since Stephanie was whining he put it on speaker phone so she could hear he was doing something.

Stephanie fumed at every minute that passed.

Luke leered at her long legs as she paced around and resented her for being both beautiful and hard-working to point of being annoying. She made him look bad to their superiors few months back, and the incident became a threat to his reputation. It stopped him from advancing. Since that time he hadn't been put in charge of any new projects despite starting to keep long hours like her. She caused his decline, he was sure of it. Worse yet, his fiancée wouldn't shut up about the whole thing. Every day was a reminder of how he wasn't good enough. So now he enjoyed seeing her discomforted.

Moments later she repeated herself, almost in tears.

"Guys, I really have to use the bathroom, is help coming? Are we going to be out soon?"

Her bladder was so full, it was excruciating. No one responded.

After a few quiet moments Stephanie shrieked loudly, "Jesus fuck, I really need to pee!"

The three guys looked at her, finally actually worried for her. She was red-faced and she was triggering their suppressed empathy. In resigned desperation, she lashed out at no one in particular.

"Do something you cowards!"

Mike shook his head and touched the call button again, but nothing happened.

She knew they could do nothing but she felt cornered and desperately needed help. It felt humiliating to be this vulnerable and she felt very singled out. If they were all guys, she felt it'd be somehow different.

Tears formed and ran down her face and everyone looked away.

Broken down, she leaned against a wall and slowly slid down into a corner and started sobbing quietly with her hands covering her eyes. Uncaring, her legs spread and she flashed some panties. She was sure she'd just start pissing herself any moment now. John and Luke peeked like two perverts but not too conspicuously. Independently they each felt some semblance of shame for both hating her and being unable to do anything to help her. Even so, her long shapely legs and blue underwear were front and center and they demanded to be stared at.

Finally Mike did something. He got up, took his jacket off and placed it in his corner, then turned to the two other guys and motioned for them to rise.

"Y'all look away now, you hear," he told them after they got up.

John said, "Huh?"

"The fuck are you talking about?," added Luke.

Mike looked at them menacingly, "Seriously, you two look away right now, I mean it."

John turned away, but Luke scoffed, "Hold on a sec, you can't talk to me like that..." He was cut off by the most evil stare he's even seen from Mike. Mike was a nice guy overall, but that look made his skin crawl. He shut up.

"Alright man, fine, fuck. Whatever. Jesus." He turned away as well, complaining the whole time.

Mike leaned down into Stephanie and whispered in her ear. She was still sobbing into her hands, and startled, she jerked away from the corner she slunk into but found nowhere to run.

"Hey miss, look it's alright, I got these bozos to turn away. Why don't you just go on my jacket and no one will be looking, alright. We'll just fold it over when you're done and no one will know a thing. And if these two faggots say a thing, I'll fuck 'em up."

She responded, "I can't do that,..." still sobbing.

"Shh, no, it's okay, just go on and relieve yourself. It's alright, everyone does it. Shit, sometimes when I drive, you know, widemouth gatorade bottle..."

"No, I can't," she insisted quietly.

"OK, that's fine. Look, I'm just gonna turn around just like these two clowns, and I'll make sure no one looks. And if you have to go, just tap my shoulder when you're done, alright?"

He didn't wait for her to respond. He just got up, and grabbed both John and Luke by the neck and leaned into them like an old friend.

"Hey fellas, how about a nice little song?"

He started singing the first thing that came to his head, and that happened to be a long-forgotten hymn.

"Yeah, we keep on sinning, yeah, we keep on singing..."

Neither Luke nor John knew what the fuck this was about, and they certainly didn't like being held by the neck by someone they barely knew, but the implication of what was happening was clear. And of course they clearly heard him whispering earlier. Luke laughed and got slapped in the back of the head for it.

"Jesus don't take kindly to disrespect, boy," Mike coaxed him into compliance and resumed singing without dropping a beat, "...Flying down the highway, yeah, we do it our way..."

The guys were finally looking away. Stephanie decided she couldn't put up a brave front any longer and just had to do it. Her heart started beating fast. She slipped out of her high heels and peeled off her pantyhose, stuffing it inside her purse. She then squatted over Mike's jacket, pulled her panties aside and hesitated. Her heart was beating fast. This just wasn't natural. It wasn't how it's done.

Finally after that long moment of hesitation she pissed all over his jacket.

Jesus, that felt so good. She nearly groaned out loud, and then almost laughed as Mike's singing voice picked up a funny pitch to cover up the noise. On any other day, she would have been mortified beyond reckoning, but the man really pulled through for her. For a flabby middle-aged janitor, he was the only gentleman here. She finished pissing, then stood up quickly and folded his jacket over just like he said. She was going to straighten out her underwear but realized she needed to wipe so she took her panties off instead and wiped herself dry with them, placing them under the jacket.

Her heartbeat settled down and a following rush of blood made her feel so surreal but it was time to wrap up, not dawdle. She straightened out her skirt and shirt and made herself seem presentable. While at it, she reached under her shirt and unclasped her scalloped bra. She loved how it looked on her, but that thing was so tight and it was now way too warm in the elevator. Too tight for vanity for sure and she took this opportunity to get more comfortable. Satisfied, she then tapped him on the shoulder, like he said.

Mike stopped singing and released his grip, "Alright fellas, next song will cost you a buck."

"Fuck, we'll be stuck here all night," John said as he settled down into his corner.

Mike wound his jacket up into a tight roll then sat down next to it. Midway through looking around the elevator something caught his eye and he paused to check it. Her underwear was wrapped in his jacket. He hid them by pushing them deeper in the folds, then leaned back into the wall. From his corner, he made sure not to make eye contact with Stephanie. He really was a nice guy.

"Either of you two fellas know any elevator jokes?" he asked, looking at them.

Luke's call finally went through to someone and he explained just where they were stuck. The emergency operator told them it'd be hours. Power outage in the city, not just a few blocks. He called his fiancée to explain and spent the next few minutes being subdued by her. She could be so vicious. It wasn't as if he caused the power outage.

Within the next half hour John despaired, "Well, this day is fucked."

He'd never make it to the party he was supposed to be at so he grabbed the bottle of Jim Beam back out of his bag. Uncaring, he threw away the cap in middle of the floor and took a swig. Knowing what the man had done for Stephanie, he thrust the bottle at Mike in reluctant appreciation. He was tired of listening to her whine and he was truly glad someone did something about it.

"Sure, why not man, " Mike said and took a long pull. He then pointed it toward Luke, who ignored it.

He winked at him, "That's cool brother, I'll drink for both of us."

Mike took another swig and then handed the bottle to Stephanie. She stared at him for a long second and immediately nasty things came to her mind, her normal behavior. She snapped out of it. She owed him so she felt she could at least try to be pleasant. After a long moment she took the bottle.

"What the hell, not the worst thing today," she muttered.

The drink burned her throat on the way down and she tried to exhale fire like a dragon.

"Jesus, that's strong," she whined, then tried to make herself not whine as much by changing the conversation. She preferred to be in control of things, even when she didn't like them. "Where are you from anyway?" she asked Mike after her throat settled down.

He spat, "Why do you care?"

Stephanie blushed and it made Mike feel a touch guilty about being prickly. Her deflection failed. They passed the bottle back and forth a few times and settled into a mellow truce.

After a moment she resolved to speak to facilities once they got out of this elevator and clear things up. She'd make things right for him.

"Let me tell you about a house I'm building on an island..." he started.

He told her his back story, and his retirement plans. She was amazed at its intricate planning and asked many questions while the bottle kept getting passed around. Amazingly he saved up for decades and was going to retire soon to a life of "sloth and big titties," as he put it.

He didn't seem that old, Stephanie thought. Just a decade older than her, and he was already preparing to retire? She worked so hard and for what? She couldn't retire, not now, not anytime soon. She giggled to herself as her line of questioning meandered, wondering if his standard of big titties included her.

"You know, I'm not just a cold-hearted bitch. I can have fun too," she tried to blend in. A couple of half-hearted "naws" followed and then pitiful versions of "no one thinks that" trailed far behind.

Of course she was a cold-hearted bitch. It's what made her the Stephanie everyone knew.

Within minutes of herself calming down earlier, everyone finally relaxed in the elevator. Now, an hour later, everyone was mellow. They became background representations of people, that calm. It was getting hot in the elevator, bordering on stifling. Everyone melted into the walls, part of a new lazily put-together tribe. The tension and unpleasantness turned into a shared bond and even Luke took a few gulps of the swill and told a dirty prison joke.

Hours of sitting lady-like added up and she got up to stretch, then repositioned herself between John and Luke and sat down. Two of them were sitting close to each other so they had to part ways a pinch. She rolled up her jacket and made the best of the hard walls. She imitated her best version of a man-spread and her legs went off into their own directions, showing her panties to anyone who bothered to look, and that ended up being Mike. It was just panties, she thought.

"Sorry, I just can't sit cramped like this anymore," she explained and again laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

With two guys so close to her on either side she started feeling weird, like as if her skin was electrified. Bodies in such close proximity messaged weird things. It wasn't unpleasant, but it felt like a weird energy field. It was all in her head, she thought. She knew to keep her distance but she didn't care to. Her knees shouldn't have been touching theirs, but they did. It felt ... sexy. But still innocent.

"Don't judge me," she added when Mike's eyes widened at her legs spreading, her laugh dying down quickly.

"I'd never dream of it," Mike laughed along.

She then remembered she took her panties off earlier and the surprise immediately showed on her face. She laughed out loud and covered her mouth, her legs still spread wide like a harlot. She closed them quickly and got confused stares at the quick motion contradicting what she just said. She startled herself through her lack of attention.

Flashing him pussy wasn't embarrassing, she thought, it was playful. Besides, he earned it anyway.

She didn't work with him, he was just the janitor so she decided to relax her grip on control. Might as well tease a little. Now in Luke's hand, the bottle kept slowly edging toward empty. She reached for it and took a tiny sip, opening her legs playfully. Her business skirt rode over her knees. She handed the bottle to Mike, passing it right between her legs and she then dangled it there for him, a secret language of their own. It was a purposeful tease. He already saw it, what was the harm now?

Luke and John didn't quite understand what's with the laughter, but they too were now in a good mood. Being trapped in the elevator brought them all together. She was closer to them than ever before, in more ways than one. It was Friday night, what else could one do but make the best of a situation?

"After what you did for me, I owe you," Stephanie said as the bottle changed hands. Yeah, Mike deserved a peek, and he took it.

While Mike drank, Stephanie wanted to get more comfortable and she was becoming willfully unapologetic. She fished her bra straps through her shirt sleeves and pulled it out.

"This thing is halfway off anyway," she mumbled and tossed it on top of her purse.

John made a face as if he was uncomfortable with what just happened, but it was just a posturing. An expected reaction. His smile revealed he was merely socially obligated to pretend to do so.

"Oh GOD, that feels so much better," Stephanie groaned.

After she got a few fake judgmental stares she giggled, "What, you've never seen nipples poke through a shirt before?" Someone chuckled at that playfully.

"I didn't, ... " Luke started seriously then trailed off giggling, "... never mind." He looked at her and for once saw that she wasn't such a bitch after all. This was the first time he'd ever seen her relax and it was a good change. And she had nice fucking tits. Being this close to him changed his mind more easily than he thought imaginable. He wondered just how easily he could be manipulated.

"Yeah, keep digging that hole man," John chuckled and started another circuit of the bottle, passing it over to Stephanie.

"Jesus, I told you I wasn't looking," Luke defended himself half-seriously. But he was and she knew it. She didn't mind either.

She wasn't thinking anymore, she was just feeling. They were in a pack now, she was just hanging out with boys and the mood just shifted to where she found herself.

"I'd blow a horse for an ice cube right now" she blurted out.

When she got silent appalled faces as a response she kept at it, "You got any ice cubes in that backpack? No? You sure?" Luke almost blushed at that exchange, but the blood flow in his crotch robbed him of it. What he would give up to have an ice cube in his own backpack right now, he marveled. To go from hating her to finding her attractive in such a short span of time fucked with the mind.

"Anyone?" she teasingly asked.

She was being playful but all the same the two office guys actually managed to get uncomfortable at her vulgarity. If she spoke to someone like this alone, it was straddling being borderline sexy, a directed come-on. But with other guys around, they couldn't acknowledge it or react to it because it was only proper. It had to be ignored because they were being watched. It was hardwired Etiquette. Or was it?

Could they tease her for it? Could they lower their guards and be teased? Group behavior was weird and filled with landmines. Two of them looked away, disengaging from the moment, unsure of themselves.

Mike just chuckled into his fist and passed the bottle. He wasn't shy to stare at her pussy. At first it was an accident, he thought, but he didn't mind staring anyway. And then she did it on purpose. He was getting a nice semi.

"Oh grow up you two," she said as the bottle ended up in John's hands. In an unreal moment of intoxication and spontaneity, she unbuttoned the third straggling button and flashed them all. Her hands went inside and pulled out her tits, shapely and inflated, and held them up as if on display.

"There, get it out of your system," she said and squeezed them firmly. They looked like they were going to pop, her fingers digging in deeply into her flesh. She made them bounce a few times for effect and squeezed even harder.

"Whoa," Luke said and just stared. John's jaw dropped and he took a second swig pretending to look away, but his eye followed her hungrily. Mike had a view of her pussy and tits now and he visibly adjusted his crotch.

Reality set in and oh god, Stephanie felt mortified. What in the world had she just done? This was so unlike her. The serpent made her do it. She let go and her breasts mostly settled back into her shirt. Her heart was beating fast again and she kept wondering why she'd done it. One thing was sure, she couldn't undo it. The line was crossed. She had gone astray. Her brain bounced the other way, no, she wasn't burning in a lake of fire and brimstone, she was just horny. That was it, just horny and she was supposed to get fucked hours ago. It was just being playful is all.

"You guys won't tell anyone about me peeing, right?" she asked.

"Uh, oh no, no no we won't," someone murmured.

"Yeah, no, never," someone else added.

"Hey you guys are alright," Stephanie said and put her arms around the two of them. As she hugged a guy on each side of her, her breasts spilled out onto their arms. Everyone was down to their short sleeves and feeling her warm skin slide over theirs did magic things. It got quiet again and all the guys wanted to see her do that again. There were silent pleadings and yet reservation about saying it out loud.

"Is that a boner?" she asked, looking to her left.

When no one answered, she continued, "You have one too," looking to her right.

"Why does everyone have a boner?" she asked playfully and laughed happily into her sentence punctuation. She had transformed herself from a cold hearted bitch to a cheerleader and it was infectious.

Yes, she was a bit tipsy, yes she was quite a bit horny, her Friday night plans were ruined. Being stuck in the elevator was unreal. Having to piss in a corner like some kind of an a****l in front of three guys dislodged them all from their normal reality anyway. They saw her tits. Mike saw her pussy. She didn't care about propriety anymore. She reached down and touched a crotch on either side of her, feeling cocks through different pants. Rubbing them.

She meant to do it only for a second and thought they'd laugh and run away but no one did. And now seconds went by and then fractions of a minute. This was wrong, an equivalent of shoplifting. She wasn't invited to touch anyone. It felt wrong and yet they were all on the same page somehow. No one made eye contact now but there were appreciative noises. Then silence and nothing but rustling fabric.

She turned to her right and kissed Luke. He wasn't fighting it, despite having a fiancée. Her tongue went in and was welcomed. She spread her legs more for Mike to see and then switched to her left, kissing John. His hands weren't shy - they went for her tits and he got to feel just how soft and big they were. She glanced at Mike and saw him stroking his cock through his pants. It looked thick.

She peeled herself away for a moment and unbuttoned her shirt entirely. She grabbed her tits again and turned to Luke.

"Lick me," she said and turned to John. Her gaze said horny all by itself.

It suddenly sounded like a good idea and the two guys went for it. The forbidden fruit offered itself to them. She now had two tongues on her nipples and it felt so intoxicating. She didn't even drink that much, this was all sexual repression forming into energy, into this thing that was happening. It was so weird, a human flow of some kind. It felt wrong, natural, and so right. And so quiet, she wanted to hear noise.

She started to unzip them both at the same time and got immediate help. No one wanted to abstain from this evil. She pulled their cocks out and stroked them slowly. John was biting her nipple gently and Luke looked like he just discovered big tits for the first time in his life. His hands were all over her and he was licking and sucking with savage lust. His fiancée was flat chested, Stephanie thought, and she was right about it.

She turned to Mike and said, "C'mon show yours."

He wasn't shy in the slightest. He had it out in seconds and it was rock hard, and it looked thick just like she thought it might be. His raw flesh in her direct view. She extricated herself slowly and pushed away from the wall. She got on her knees in front of Mike and leaned down into his crotch, putting his cock in her mouth.

God, she was blowing someone in front of others.

Complicated things just descended into primal states fast and picked up speed on their freefall. She started sucking it hungrily, projecting her appreciation for what a man he was. He came through for her, so he got to have the very first and very best thing, her willing mouth. She felt hands on her legs and breasts and ass, her skirt pushed up by someone shy, by someone who still didn't know if it was alright to hike it up.

"Why don't you stand up?" she asked Mike, and so he did.

One other guy did as well and stood closer to Stephanie. She braced herself by holding Mike's hips and sucked attentively. While she twirled her mouth on his cock she got felt up everywhere. The shy guy still on the ground turned out to be Luke. He finally managed to reach under her skirt and touched her pussy, somehow surprised she wasn't wearing panties after everything that's happened. She reached under and gave his cock a few directed strokes. She was so wet and so warm and so here, and his fiancée was cold and far away.

Stephanie turned to her left and found John's cock in her face and started sucking it hands free. It was an average size and curvy so she managed to get it in deep. Luke got up and she imagined his fiancée all alone on the couch wearing her pajamas and watching late night tv.

"Now you really can't tell anyone," she said between switching cocks and the cocks got harder. She wasn't blowing them intentionally to silence them but painting it that way was so much sluttier.

Luke was built about the same but circumcised. She took him in her mouth slowly and thought of his woman alone at home, bored, missing out on their Friday night and felt a quirky sense of power over her. Her man's cock was in Stephanie's mouth and his hands betrayed the magnitude of just how flat his fiancée was. She gave him a whole minute of sucking lovingly.

She turned to her left and put John's cock in her mouth, sucking it as eagerly. He was about the same size but uncut. She remembered having two hands and they went on a cock each, stroking them in an attempt to stay in sync. She turned to her right and sucked Luke for another moment and then went back to Mike. His cock was much bigger and she ended up going somewhere in between holding her breath and trying to breathe through her nose.

Her knees hurt so she grabbed her jacket for padding. As she was doing that she felt John peel away and get behind her. He hiked up her skirt and she spread her legs for him, signaling approval. She was the forbidden fruit of the elevator given freely to anyone. She wished to feel a tongue on her pussy, but that never happened. Doing several things at once was hard. Her mouth was glued on Mike's cock again and she noticed her hand was still and willed herself to remember to stroke Luke's cock.

A harsh moment of realization came to her, which is that she was about to get fucked by a coworker whom she hated, while blowing a janitor whom she despised. There was something of a release in the idea, a sense of stricken balance. She moaned in approval as she felt John's cock press against her pussy lips. She was wet and willing. Her work accomplishments, her reputation built over the years, meant nothing here. Here, she was just two holes for two cocks and desperately thinking about making a third hole available.

John's cock struggled to get in and she reshuffled her legs for him, placing his on the outside of hers. Spreading them wide earlier wasn't as helpful as she imagined, she was taller than him so maybe that didn't work how she imagined it would. Once his cock slid in, the two of them fit much better together. She yelped as he started jackhammering her.

"Oh god," she nearly screamed between moaning and sucking. Her talking made others hornier. It sounded like she really wanted them all, adding "I needed that."

She switched cocks to suck and thought how this was so dirty. This was hardcore. Nailed by two guys at the same time and she was so wanting a third. This was raw, savage. John grabbed her tits from behind and she switched back to Mike, blowing him deep in the rhythm they established. Poor Luke, he needed a turn. She stroked his cock like she meant it and she wondered if he was jealous watching John fuck her.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," she heard John say and she squealed in surprised joy. He picked up the pace and she felt him get harder and more desperate.

"Cum in my pussy," she turned around and told him, then kept taking turns blowing Mike and Luke. As he started doing just that she moaned loudly in encouragement and deep throated whoever was in front of her. Luke, she thought. No, it was Mike, she lost the ability to think, she just wanted to make more cocks cum.

John pulled away and slunk against a corner. Luke's hands took over her tits again and Stephanie really enjoyed it. She wanted him to fuck her too so she gave him a hint by letting go of his cock and focused on trying to deep throat Mike. He was moaning and looking away, and had put his hand on her hair. He wasn't guiding her but he was enjoying feeling her move. She felt cum drip out of her and realized Luke was hesitating for some reason. Did he need a written invitation?

She stopped blowing Mike and turned to face Luke. She grabbed her tits and pressed them together around Luke's cock and started tit-fucking him.

"OH my god," he let out. His fiancée must have been really flat. He started jackhammering between her tits and she leaned her head into them and licked his tip. He started oozing precum right away and Stephanie decided he wouldn't last too long like this. She disengaged and took his hand and guided it to her ass. That's as much of an invitation as he was going to get. Yes, you can fuck me, she thought. As she went back to blowing Mike, she realized Luke was still hesitating. But why? He got behind her and was fondling her but his cock was just hanging between his legs. She leaned into it but he avoided putting it in.

She thought she understood. He didn't want used pussy.

She reached over to her purse and dug through it until she found her skin moisturizer. She turned around to face him, opened the tube and squirted a nice amount on her hand. She then stroked his cock with it and had to add more. She got it nice and slick and he started realizing what she was doing. He couldn't believe it, was she really going to let him? Smell of cucumber hit his nose and confirmed this was real. She really meant it.

She was offering her ass to him.

She turned back around and continued blowing Mike hands-free. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, wiping the excess moisturizer in a place he never thought he'd see in his lifetime. Her puckered asshole looked so inviting. The brown color around her hole was so obscene, it's something a woman never showed to a man. Even in porn they were bleached. Her tiny hole opened up a fraction, she was spreading her ass cheeks that wide.

"You can do anything you want," she encouraged him while she caught her breath, smiling at him. But with her hands being where they were, it was clear where she wanted it. It made him instantly hornier to realize she was that kind of girl.

He'd never fucked a girl in the ass before. She moaned as he worked his tip in and seemed impatient that he was taking it slowly. She didn't want him to be considerate. She spread her ass cheeks wider and backed up against his cock. Soon it was so deep in her ass, his entire cock gone and missing. It looked like a magic trick, so unnatural. His cock never went into that hole. It never should have.

"Fuck you feel so good," he heard himself say in an unusual tone.

She felt so warm and he felt like he was going to cum right away. He put his hands on her hips and gave her three long and deep strokes and time froze for him. He was beyond intoxicated on the nastiness of it all. She was taller, beautiful, nearly a model and a total raging bitch to him at work, and he was fucking her ass. He trembled realizing she wanted it. This was the best fuck of his life and he estimated lasting a dozen strokes at the most. All attributed to a cosmic accident.

Mike said he was going to blow his load soon and she held her tits for him. He came and stroked his cock all over them and Luke felt like he was not far behind. He was panting and his knees felt wobbly and just another five strokes, he thought.

But just then they heard noises and loud clangs and the elevator started moving. Panicked, they all scrambled to get decent and he was robbed of his orgasm. Shit, another few strokes into her tight ass and he would've been done. It had felt so amazing.

"We interruptin' anything?" asked one of the firemen once the door opened.

He was just breaking the ice and he grinned when he realized the disarray people were in, chalking it up to the heat and hours. Still, they had these guilty looks on their faces and he wondered about that.

The spontaneous adventure was over.

What happened felt surreal to everyone once they individually got home and the weekend went normally after that.

Stephanie played with her pussy for hours thinking about what a slut she turned out to be and realizing she liked it, though she regretted John being there. She was just not that into him, she thought. But this was fun.

As soon as he got home Luke jerked off in the shower, not believing both what had happened and that he didn't get to finish. Just another few strokes! In the morning he woke up horny and his fiancée was in the mood to mess around. He took her doggy style and grabbed her tits, watching her ass like through crosshairs. Her cheeks hid it, but the location of her little dirty hole was clear. He watched it move around under his thrusts and thought how his cock would never get to go in there, in her tiny hole. She was so consistently adamant about it. Her tits were so tiny by comparison so he just couldn't stop thinking about Stephanie. It took awhile to get anywhere as orgasming became a chore. He spent rest of the weekend being distant and feeling a mixture of guilt and smugness.

On Monday Stephanie wondered how awkward it would be to run into her coworkers, but as it turned out it was nothing. Everyone pretended like it didn't happen.

By end of the day, it's as if it really never happened. Rest of the week went by as usual. But by Thursday she got antsy and deliberately stayed late after work. She saw John leave early and then others, and then it got emptier. She wondered if Luke was around and discovered it to be so. She was packed up to go but wasn't sure she wanted to go home yet. She walked toward him and thought hard. He was on the phone. As she buzzed his cubicle, she fished through her purse and handed him her skin moisturizer and kept walking.

"Um, I might have to work late tonight," he told someone.

It was obviously not a work-related call. Others were slow to leave, he was annoyed to find out and his instant erection wouldn't go away. Stephanie made a long circuit around the office and returned to her desk. After twenty minutes that felt longer than the clock indicated, he walked up to her to return the moisturizer. She shushed him and told him to wait a few minutes. She got up and looked around to make sure they were finally alone and became sure of it. The suite door was already locked. When she returned she kissed him on the lips and somehow it made him harder.

"You never got to finish nailing me in the ass," she whispered to him between kisses.

It was insane how horny that made him. It was far worse when she bent over her desk, hiked up her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down. She spread her ass cheeks for him again and he didn't wait long this time. He pulled her panties down and kissed her ass cheeks, then mounted her ass. His cock was hard and dripping precum for lubrication. There was no need for the moisturizer. She moaned into her desk after that for minutes.

"You were thinking what a bitch I was, huh?" she turned around and asked him. He didn't know what to say to that.

"That's okay, I was thinking it too," she continued as he picked up the pace. She released her huge tits out of her top and guided his hands to them.

His pants now around his ankles, he fucked her ass like he needed to release all his pent up frustration throughout the week. It was an obscene moment, her in a new designer skirt suit getting fucked by him wearing a cheap Target outfit. She relished the difference between their stations at work. She reached under and made him switch holes.

"You missed out on a fuck," she whispered.

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning.

Letting him fuck her, or rather empowering him in this way, felt bizarre but exciting. After a few minutes he again switched holes. He liked that ass so much better. She wondered about having two cocks inside her at the same time, one in her ass and one in her pussy. He could be into it, right? She'd ask later.

She guided his hands back to her tits whenever he lost attention and after long minutes of putting it off he finally came inside her ass. First his grunting announced it, then his hands squeezed her tits so hard as he was orgasming. It felt intense. This was insane and she had such huge breasts. He never got to touch them that big and the difference mattered. He squeezed and she squealed.

At the time he was selfish but later he felt bad about it as he was sure he inflicted a few bruises on Stephanie. They rested for a few moments coupled like that and then started getting dressed.

After they got decent he left for home without saying anything. Somehow it was still awkward to talk after sex. It wasn't even sex as he knew it, because she didn't orgasm. He always made sure his woman did and that took time and attention. But instead, Stephanie got him off and moved on and he didn't know what to make of that. It felt selfish and somehow not right but he got over himself since he got to plow her.

She waited a few minutes to make sure no one saw them together and took her time to compose herself, getting rid of her confining pantyhose. She didn't want to make this tryst seem too obvious so she waited.

Before she left the office, she threw her underwear in the empty garbage can.