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Working Girl- by Tori
I look at the clock and it's going on 1 AM, god what a long day here at the office. I loosen the buttons on my white blouse, exposing my lacy white bra. Sitting back in my chair as I debt on heading home to a nice glass of wine and a hot bath, while looking out from the 100th floor building over the city lights. I start gathering my things, putting them in my briefcase and head for the elevator.
I push the button to head to the garage floor. As I descend down the floor's 99, 98, 97, I start rubbing my very tense neck, wishing I could flip off my 6 inch heals, and have a nice foot rub to go along with a nice back rub. Long days at work like this I wish I could go home and have a man just throw me down and fuck me. I'm such a powerful woman and my job demands I be that powerful woman, but sometimes I just crave a man to take me and use me for whatever his desires are. Going home to my cat and dog just isn't the same after a day like today.
BING. What the hell is someone other than me doing at work this late? As the elevator doors open I see a tall, strong, rugged, man standing before me. His tie loosened, his top buttons snapped open, his suit jacket draped across his shoulder, and a smirk on his face that is extremely appealing to me. "Oh, hi, this is a surprise to see someone working as late as me" he says to me as his eyes brighten up. "Hello, when the elevator stopped is scared the shit out of me, I thought I was the only person possibly left here, other than the cleaning crews". "Well do you mind if I ride the elevator with you to the garage, a pretty lady like you shouldn't be walking in the parking garage alone you know" as he smiles bigger at me. Blushing from ear to ear I tell him "Of course not, please come on in, I think I've calmed down now after being startled".
He joins me in the elevator and all I can do is stare him up and down, imagining what that body of his looks like undressed, feeling his naked body with my hands, running my hands over his bare chest, having him do anything he wants to do to me, god my panties are getting wet, I need stop fantasizing about this stranger. I just need to get home and have fun with my vibe now, fuck I'm horny, and he is looking so fuckable. I let out a little giggle while my mind is going crazy for this man to just take me and ravage me right here in the elevator.
He looks at me "what's so funny?" "Ohhhhh, nothing, really nothing, just been a long stressful day". He steps closer to me, smiles, and says "I would have to agree with that, my day was stressful as well, but it's over now, and I would say the end of the day is not to bad thus far since I'm in this elevator with a hottie like you". I step back against the elevator wall and stare into his eyes, his stare back so intense with passion, or am I miss reading him? Is he thinking what I'm thinking? "It's getting hot in here isn't it" I start to loosen a few more buttons on my blouse. He sets down his briefcase and steps even closer to me, feeling his breath against my forehead, he leans down and whispers in my ear "I know we are strangers, but I can read it in your eyes, you are a powerful woman, but you're a lonely woman, you work late all the time, but your still a woman with needs and desires, I think you want me to take you right now, right here". He steps back and I just smile and look at him in amazement, he's got balls to be so up front, fuck we just met, fuck I don't know his name, but I still want him, NOW!
He pushes me hard against the elevator wall, ripping the rest of my blouse off and my bra, burying his face in between my C cup tities, as his large hands slip underneath my business skirt, pulling it around my waist. Feeling him unsnap the garter holding my thigh high stockings up. Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this, but it feels so good. OH GOD! I feel one hand slip under my wet, dripping panties, feeling him rubbing on my swollen clitty. I can't take it anymore, I rip his shirt off, running my hands over that bare chest, working my hands over his belt buckle, quickly exposing his manhood. Feeling him ripping my panties off, lifting and pinning me up against the wall and sliding me roughly down onto his big, thick, cock. Feeling him thrusting his cock deep and hard into my tight but needy pussy. My head banging against elevator wall as he keeps fucking me harder, thrusting deeper, pounding my pussy as if this were going to be our last fuck of our lives. "FUCK ME HARDER" Feeling him bite my neck and then my tits. Feeling him get more rough, digging his fingers in my ass as he raises me up and down on his full erect cock. I can't hold back anymore, as I scream with pleasure and the wetness coating his cock, as I drift into sexual ecstasy.
Feeling him slide me off his cock, pushing me to my knees, as he grabs the back of my head, and shoves his wet cock down my throat and starts to fuck my face. Tasting my sweet cum as I bob up and down on his cock. Looking up in his eyes as his pace begins to speed up, watching him arch his back, gagging me with his cock as he shoves to my throat and explodes. Swallowing up every last bit of his sweetness.
I rise to my feet, my knees weak and wobbly. I fasten my garter back up, slide my heals back on as a I pull my skirt down. I put my suit jacket on, buttoning it all the way up and gather my torn blouse, bra, and panties and slide them into my briefcase. Looking over at Mr. Stranger, watching him button up his shirt as best he can, pulling up his pants, and zipping them up. He grabs his briefcase. BING!
Both of us, still completely silent, exit the elevator. He walks me to my car, leans over and kisses my cheek. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, perhaps we'll meet again on the elevator".