SlaveOfBix (of an1246@anon.penet.fi (Bix))



>From the author of the TELEPHONE GAMES Series, this one pure

fantasy... so far.  Your responses welcomed and appreciated (and

forwarded to the author, my slave)



Bix





                    TOP FLOOR, PLEASE.......





This had to be the tallest building I'd ever seen.  We stood on the

sidewalk, heads tilted back, staring up to the very top which was

hardly visible with the sunlight bouncing prisms off the shiny

glass windows.  Were we really going all the way up to the top?  I

was starting to wonder if I could actually make it.  I've always

been somewhat claustrophobic as well as being scared of heights. 

I couldn't imagine riding all the way to the top of this building

in an elevator.  But the stairs were absolutely out of the

question!



"Ready?" he asked, taking my elbow and guiding me toward the

entrance.  I allowed him to lead me forward, my head still tilted

toward the sky.  Once we passed under the awning of the building

and the sun disappeared behind the structure, my head came to a

normal position and I looked forward into the lobby.  It was a

beautiful area, all new and expensively decorated.  Lavish was a

more appropriate word.  It was an office building, but the ground

floor was specifically designed for comfort.  Large, soft leather

sofas littered the huge living-room-like entryway.  There was a bar

off to the left with elegant brass stools and a restaurant to the

right that seemed to be quite full considering it was early

afternoon on a weekday.  Who were these people? Didn't they work? 

Here?  I wondered incessantly how and why they were here.  They

looked like they were simply having a big party or something, not

that they were having lunch or taking a break from work.



I looked around curiously as we walked toward an information desk

directly inside the revolving door.  His arm still around my waist,

holding me firmly but gently next to him, we stopped at the desk

and he asked the receptionist there where such and such suite was. 

I wasn't paying enough attention to hear the number or anything, I

was too busy being awestruck at this unique office building.  The

receptionist, who was quite attractive, smiled at us and told him

to take the elevator to the top floor and follow the signs once we

exited.  "You should have no problem finding it," she said and

beamed at him.  Figures. The pretty women were always flirting with

him.  Who could blame them, though?  He was gorgeous and sexy and

authoritative.  A perfect blend of masculinity and sensitivity that

was irresistible, and it seemed to draw people, especially women,

to him like bees to honey.



He thanked her with a sexy smile of his own and glanced at me.  I

was watching their exchange with a mixture of jealousy and

amusement.  It bothered me to an extent to see his interest in

other women, I wanted to be the one he looked at with lust and

desire.  On the other hand, I fully expected his intrigue and was

always surprised when he didn't comment or take an interest in a

woman that I thought was particularly attractive.  I always

expected him to look (most often leer) at other women, but I only

hoped that his desire was for me alone.  At least while we were

together.  I knew I would probably never be enough for him, but I

wanted to be enough for now. 



He looked into my eyes like he was reading my mind.  He smiled an

even sexier smile at me and moved his hand from my waist down to my

ass cheek and squeezed hard, running his finger up my crack as he

returned his hand to my waist.  I blushed and smiled and felt the

wetness seeping out of my pussy and greasing my thighs lightly. 

Shit, I hated when this happened, which was quite often due to the

fact that he was always arousing me or making me arouse myself or

that I was simply thinking about him.  Regardless, it always made

for an uncomfortable feeling for me because I could never be sure

if I was wet enough to cause a stain on my clothing (he never

allowed me to wear panties), or if it would start running down my

legs and others would notice.  I was wearing a new spring outfit. 

A beautiful coral skirt and jacket and I knew if I had to sit down

at all my juice would certainly leave an "impression".  I didn't

want to ruin the skirt, but more importantly, I didn't want to make

a spectacle of myself in the middle of this impressive, elegant

building.  I did as I usually do:  pray!



We walked away from the reception desk and toward the elevators. 

As we passed the bar, several of the businessmen seated there

turned to look in our direction.  I have to admit, although I'm not

usually willing to acknowledge when I look nice, the color of the

suit and my mood certainly made me feel beautiful, and I can only

assume that it radiated from me and was quite noticeable to others

as well.  The men smiled at me and shot him something of an

envious, "way to go, bud", kind of look and one even raised his

glass in my direction.  I smiled back at them, feeling terribly

flirtatious and sexy.  His grip around my waist tightened slightly

in a gentle hug.  "They all want to fuck you, you know," he

whispered to me.  "How does it feel to make five men you don't even

know and have not even spoken to want to rip your clothes off and

fill all of your wanton little holes?"



His words ripped through me electrically.  I felt a drop of juice

fall from my pussy lips and catch itself on my thigh before hitting

the floor.  It continued it's journey down my leg, certainly

visible with a trail of wetness on my stocking and I felt it's last

touch near my calf.  Oh, God, please don't let anyone be looking

too closely!  My pussy continued to flow as we walked.  I was

blushing, I know, and I couldn't even reply to his question from

embarrassment and lust.  I wished he would stop, lay me across that

bar, push my skirt up to my waist and fuck me hard and fast while

all of those men watched us.  This brief fantasy didn't help my

"faucet" problem any at all.  I was getting even wetter.  I finally

found my voice by the time we reached the elevators and said,

quietly, "I like knowing that other men want to fuck me, and that

they won't ever be able to because I belong to you.  I'm YOUR fuck-

toy, only you can fill my slave holes, MASTER."



"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my little slave."  he said

wickedly.  "As your MASTER, if I want all those men at the bar to

fuck you silly, I can order you to lie there and take them all in

your slutty body.  That would be a wonderful sight.  All those

cocks stuffing themselves into your tight holes......"  He drifted

off into fantasy for a moment, purposefully, allowing me to think

about what he had said.  Of course, he was right.  If he wanted to

order me to lie down on this tile floor and let every man in this

building fuck me, he could.  And I would obey him.  I liked the

idea of being that submissive, but I didn't want any other man

inside me except him. I prayed he would never exercise that right.



We had reached the elevators and he reached over to push the UP

button.  We waited patiently for one of the elevators to reach the

ground floor.  I loved being here with him, alone.  It was such an

extremely rare experience.  We were never alone for more than a few

hours at the most, and those times were few and far between.  Luck,

or sheer desperation of will on my part, had brought us to this

building on this semi-vacation.  He had business here, I assumed,

since he was in town for business, but I had simply managed to

escape my responsibilities for a few days and join him for the

sheer amusement.  I could hardly wait to get to the hotel and fuck

his brains out.  I hoped his business obligations weren't too

prevalent.  I just wanted to stay in bed with him the whole time

and do wild, decadent things.



The bell rang and the towering, gold-plated doors opened smoothly. 

About ten people exited and we entered, along with about twelve

others who had joined us to wait.  It hadn't registered what the

receptionist had told him when he asked for directions.  I wasn't

thinking about going all the way to the top of this horribly tall

building in this elevator.  As I looked at the button panel and saw

all of the floors' numbers, I suddenly realized that we were going

nearly to heaven!  I started to get a little nervous; I've always

been a little apprehensive in elevators.  Just as I was working up

a good anxiety attack, I turned to look at him and, to my horror,

saw for the first time that the back of the elevator was glass!  It

was located on the outside of the building, so as you rode, you

could look down over the city.  I hadn't noticed when we entered

because I was looking down, watching my step, and also because

there was a wall outside the window on the ground floor, so it

wasn't noticeable.  I grabbed his hand and whispered in his ear,

"The back of this elevator is glass!  I don't think I can stand

going all the way to the top in this. I'm scared to death!  Can't

we take a different elevator?  Please?"



He simply smiled at me and shook his head.  "No, dear, there isn't

another elevator.  Besides, it'll be good for you." I hated when he

said that, which was whenever he made me do something I especially

didn't want to do.





"No, you don't understand.  I'm scared of heights and I'm a little

claustrophobic, this is horrible.  Please, let me wait in the lobby

for you, I can't do this."



"Hush.  You'll be fine, just don't look down."



About half the people who had gotten on when we did had now exited

to their respective floors and there were only about five people,

including us, left in the elevator.  He put his arm around my waist

again and guided me backwards toward the glass panel.  I completely

resisted him, almost pulling away, not wanting to be any closer to

the glass than necessary.  "No, please, can't we stay up front?" I

pleaded.  He continued to pull me toward him and the glass, not

allowing my feeble attempts to deter him whatsoever.



A couple of the men in the elevator were looking at us.  One of

them was looking at my legs and flicking his eyes upward toward my

breasts.  Of course, my MASTER noticed this immediately and jumped

at the chance to use his power.  He leaned down and whispered very

quietly to me, "Do you see that man staring at your slave body?"



"Yes," I answered tightly, still terribly anxious and nervous.  I

wasn't up to playing this game right now.  His hand moved down to

my ass and slowly began inching my skirt up my thighs.  The man's

eyes darted in the direction of the movement of his hand, seeing

that it was on my ass.  Now, he could clearly see that he was

moving my skirt up to expose my body.  He blatantly stared as the

material moved farther and farther up until it fell back over his

hand which was resting comfortably on my bare cheek.  He squeezed

it hard, making me jump.  "Stop," I said, trying to gain my

composure.  In answer to my insubordinate command, he slapped my

ass hard enough to make a couple of the other people turn in our

direction and the man staring at us to shift his weight

uncomfortably to try to hide the obvious bulge in his pants.  I

stifled a small cry and blushed deeply, trying desperately to hide

my face somewhere.  Of course, that was impossible.



He looked down at me sternly and as my eyes pleaded with him, his

index finger moistened itself in my still damp crotch and forced

its way into my tight asshole.  My eyes must have been as big as

half-dollars!  I couldn't believe he was doing this to me!  I was

afraid I'd just die right there.  What if the man could tell what

he was doing?  It was bad enough that he knew he had slapped my ass

and was fondling it, but what if he could tell his finger was

slowly, insistently, probing my hole?  My MASTER was being

particularly cruel today for some reason.  He knows how hot it

makes me to have something in my asshole.  He also knows exactly

how and where to pump his finger to make me come almost

immediately.  He was going to show off this ability, I could just

tell.



The man was watching us intently and this damn elevator seemed to

be taking forever!  I hoped he wasn't going to the same floor we

were, that would be truly embarrassing.  Worse, what if he was the

person we were going to see?  These thoughts were quickly pushed

from my mind as I began to fight desperately from moaning and

crying as I felt the orgasm building inside me.  The doors opened

and closed several times more and the rest of the people left the

elevator.  It was just the man and us.  I glanced at the panel and

noticed that there was another button besides ours that was lit. 

Thank God!  At least he would be getting off before we do.  Only a

floor below us, however.  We still had about five more floors to

go.  



I hadn't been looking over my shoulder, so I had no idea how high

we actually were.  Had I looked then, I probably would have passed

out.  Instead, I concentrated on trying to get his finger out of my

ass or at least to quit fucking me.  He felt me trying to pull away

from him and moved with me, pinning me against the back of the

elevator and the side wall.  I couldn't move in any direction

except forward and that would be terribly obvious.  So, I was

stuck.  Literally, and in more ways than one.  The man stood

farther toward the front and now tried not to stare, as he was the

only other person left and it would be too obvious.  He kept

looking over his shoulder, however, as the smell from my hot pussy

and ass began to become apparent in the rather small space that we

occupied.



"It's getting rather warm in here, don't you think?" my MASTER

suddenly asked the man.  I thought I would die!  What was he doing

to me?  The man turned toward us and nodded politely, running his

eyes over my body and stopping to rest them on my MASTER's hand

moving obscenely beneath my skirt.  I lowered my eyes so that I

wouldn't have to look at him and see the expression on his face. 

I could sense my MASTER was smiling wickedly as he enjoyed his

little game.  I could've slapped him!  Of course, had I done that,

I probably would have found myself with more than a finger inside

my ass.  



His finger began pumping me harder and harder, building an intense

orgasm in me.  I kept glancing at the panel, willing the elevator

to reach the man's floor quicker.  I knew I was going to explode

any minute and I certainly didn't want to do it in front of an

audience.  There was no way for me to conceal it, I'm very vocal

when I come.  Damn, why does he do this stuff to me?  I hadn't been

bad at all today, except for the comment for him to stop pulling me

back toward the glass.  This punishment was cruel and unusual in my

opinion.



I started breathing harder and deeper, moving my hips slowly on his

intruding finger.  Oh, God, it felt so good!  I wished it was his

cock.  I grabbed the hand-rail on the wall to steady myself and

licked my lips nervously.  My change in breathing caught the man's

attention once more and he glanced back at us again.  "You know,

she really likes it in the ass," my MASTER said casually as the

elevator came to a stop.  His finger fucked me harder and faster

and hit exactly the right spot to send me over the edge.  I tried

valiantly to fight it and ignore his last remark.  The man turned

to get off the elevator as the door opened at his floor.  He turned

toward us as the doors started to close and my MASTER commanded me,

"Come, slut!"  The last image that man saw as the doors closed

quietly in front of him was of my MASTER's hand working fervently

under my skirt and my mouth open and gasping as I came.  My moans

and cries filled the elevator and, I'm sure, seeped out of the

doors into his ears as he watched the elevator move slowly up to

the next floor.



After I had regained a little of my strength and composure, and his

finger had removed itself from my asshole, I turned toward him and

glared.  "How could you do that to me?  That was absolutely

horrible!"



He smiled warmly at me and cocked his head to the side.  "Funny,

sounded like you were having a pretty good time to me," he said and

pulled his handkerchief from his pocket to clean my juices from his

fingers.  He laughed slowly and patted my ass as I tried to

readjust my skirt to a normal position.  My face was hot and my

pussy felt like liquid fire.  I needed to be fucked for real. 

Fucked hard and deep with a big cock.  HIS big cock.  "I think our

friend really enjoyed watching you get off," he added as the

elevator stopped on the top floor.  "Too bad he didn't get to see

anything really exciting.  I should have had you bend over and show

him your ass and pussy."



"No, I think you've done enough," I said.  I had to admit, damn it,

the experience had really excited me in spite of myself.  He knew

exactly how and when to get me so totally hot, I'd do anything. 

This was not only the most maddening thing about him, but also the

most intriguing and exciting thing.  It drove me crazy sometimes,

but excited me so much I could hardly stand it.  Therefore, no

matter how mad I got at him for doing these things, I never really

wanted him to stop.



The door opened and I gasped as I saw not a suite of offices, but

the open air and the city skyline.  We were on the roof!  His arm

wrapped around my waist and he led me from the elevator onto the

blacktop of the roof.  I was shaking.  I couldn't take being this

far up, I was starting to hyperventilate.  "No, no, I can't!" I

screamed at him pulling back toward the elevator.  



"Sshh.  It's ok. I'm not going to take you to the edge.  Just a few

steps.  It'll help you get over being scared of heights."



"No!  I really can't.  I'm going to have a heart attack!"  I

collapsed onto the pavement, sitting with my hands around my knees

and my head buried between my chest and knees.  I was never more

scared in my entire life.  Please, I just wanted to go back to the

hotel.  This was too much.



"Hey, honey, I'm sorry.  Are you ok?  I didn't mean to scare you

that much.  We don't have to move, ok?  I'll call the elevator back

up and we'll go back down."  He must have realized how upset I

really was.  He kneeled beside me and put his arms around my

shoulders, kissing my neck and hair.  He stroked my back and then

moved his hands to my breasts.  I started to yell at him, but his

fingers played with my nipples and reached inside my low-cut jacket

to pinch them gently.  I forgot that I was scared and angry and let

the warm arousal flow through my body.  This was his tactic to get

me to forget where I was until the elevator got there, and it was

working beautifully.  He leaned forward and kissed my mouth hotly. 

His tongue worked down my throat and fucked at it gently.  I loved

the way he kissed!  He could get me wet just by kissing me.  I

reached between his legs and felt his cock.  It was big and hard

and straining against his pants.  I thought briefly about pulling

it out and sucking him off, but then I heard the ding of the

elevator button.  That was quick, thank God!  I don't think I

could've stayed up there much longer.



The doors opened and the empty elevator welcomed us inside.  I

jumped into it like it was a warm bed or something and he follow

behind me.  The doors closed and we began our descent to the

ground.  I thought I would be ready to kiss the ground once we

reached it!  I leaned heavily against the wall of the elevator,

trying to get my breathing to return to normal.  Then it occurred

to me.  Why had we even come here?  He didn't really have business

here, he just brought me here to embarrass me and play around.  I

looked at him. His eyes were focused at the back of the elevator,

staring out the glass over the city.  "You didn't even have

business here, did you?  This was all a big plan of yours, wasn't

it?"  I said, a little hurt and a little angry.



His eyes met mine.  He smiled gently at me and replied, "No,

sweetie.  I do have business here, but not today.  Tomorrow.  I'm

meeting someone in one of the offices here for a business lunch and

I wanted to make sure where I was going beforehand.  I thought I'd

bring you along and have some fun at the same time.  I really

didn't plan to finger you in front of that man, it just happened. 

What I really planned to do was this...."  His hand reached over

and pushed the STOP button on the elevator and the whole car came

to a halt.  We were half-way down the building and the city

stretched out before us in the sun.



"What are you doing?" I said.



"Giving you what you want.  What you need."  He moved toward me and

pulled me to him roughly and kissed me hard.  His hands moved over

my back and down my ass and up under my skirt.  He was moving fast

and rough, nearly ripping my clothes from my body.  He pushed me

against the wall and knelt in front of me, pushing my skirt up to

my waist and taking my hands and putting them on top of it to hold

it up for him.  His face went between my legs and I felt his tongue

begin to tickle my clit.  I moaned and spread my legs farther for

him.  He gripped my ass in his hands and pulled my pussy toward his

face, fucking my cunt with his tongue.  I gasped and humped his

face as he ate me hungrily.  I loved this!  This was terribly

exciting!  As I turned my head to the side, my gaze fell on the

city-scape before us.  I suddenly realized that we were visible to

virtually the whole world.  Anyone who wanted to look up or who

looked out one of the other office building windows would have a

perfect view of us satisfying our carnal desires here in the

elevator.  I also thought that someone might think that there was

something wrong with the elevator and come to "rescue" us.  The

thought of being discovered was even more exciting to me.



He must have been thinking the same thing. His tongue worked

furiously against my clit and soon I was coming hard and strong. 

My juices covered his mustache and beard as his mouth reached up to

mine and he shared my taste with me.  I grabbed at his cock through

his pants and felt it jump at my touch.  "I'm going to fuck you,"

he said in my ear as he humped at my crotch through our clothes. 

"I'm going to fuck you hard and deep and fast right here in this

elevator where anyone who wants to look can see us."



I almost came right then.  Just the thought of it was making me

drip onto the carpet.  I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth back

to mine and lifted my leg to wrap it around his thigh.  He reached

between us and undid his belt and unzipped his fly.  He pulled his

pants down and then his underwear, exposing his fully erect cock. 

It was big and hard and wet at the tip where his pre-cum was oozing

out.  I reached out with my finger and dabbed at it, gathering his

wetness onto my finger.  I put my finger to my lips and ran it

slowly over them, coating them with his juice.  "God, that's sexy,"

he said as he watched me.  I licked them off slowly, tasting his

sweetness mix with the taste of my own sex that lingered in my

mouth.



He pulled me up to his body and unzipped my skirt and let it fall

to the floor.  I stepped out of it and he turned me toward the

glass panel, bending me at the waist.  My hands rested on the glass

itself as he spread my legs wider and positioned himself between

them.  I felt the head of his cock brush my wet pussy and then the

sudden heat of his penetration as he thrust himself into me.  "Oh,

God!" I gasped.  "Yes, please, fuck me!"  He did just that.  His

hips worked faster and faster as he fucked me deep and hard, his

balls slapping against my pussy and my ass cheeks bouncing against

his hips.  He grabbed my waist and pounded into me over and over

until I thought I would explode.  



I opened my eyes and found myself staring out over the city.  It

was somewhat surreal as I felt as if the sky were simply holding me

in place with my hands against the smooth, clear glass.  I was

touching the air, while he was banging me to orgasm.  It was an

incredible experience and I totally forgot to be scared as the

excitement and passion grew steadily inside me.  "Look, babe, we

are fucking for the world.  Look at the building to your left,

there's a guy sitting in his office watching you get fucked in this

elevator," he said breathlessly.  I looked to my left and, sure

enough, there was a man in an office staring out the window in our

direction.  I couldn't be sure he was looking at us, but I couldn't

figure out what else could've captured his attention so completely. 

He continued to stare and we continued to fuck, our gasps and moans

and scents filling the elevator with sexual heat.



He was getting close, I could tell, I could feel him swelling

inside me.  One of his hands reached for my tit and the other

stayed on my waist, guiding me back against his thrusting hips. 

"Wave at him," he whispered to me.  I raised one of my hands and

looked directly at the man, smiled and waved pleasantly.  "Good

girl," he said and his hand moved from my tit down my back and to

the crack of my ass.  He reached under me and fingered my clit

quickly and moved his finger up my slit, wetting it.  He moved his

finger to the opening of my asshole and held it there.  I didn't

know if he was going to put it in or not.  If he did, I'd explode,

if he didn't I'd explode from wanting him to.  Either way, I was

going to come like I'd never come before.



"Now, my little slave......come for him!"  he commanded as he

rammed his finger up my ass and fucked my pussy deeper.  I screamed

louder than I intended and hoped no one had heard me.  I pushed

against the glass with my hands and back against him with my hips. 

I felt my pussy tighten around his cock which swelled inside me,

ready to burst itself.  I scratched at the glass as the orgasm

swept over me like a forty-foot wave.  I bucked against him and

squeezed him with my cunt and I felt him grab my waist and pull me

closer as he came hard inside me.  He continued to thrust deeper

and deeper with each groan of his climax until his cock was empty

and my pussy was full.  I opened my eyes briefly and glanced toward

the other building.  I could swear the man was smiling.



He pulled out of me and dug his handkerchief out of his pocket once

again to clean off his cock.  He handed it to me to attempt to

clean myself up as well, but it didn't do much good.  I was

dripping steadily with my own juices and his.  Well, the dry-

cleaner will certainly have a job with this skirt, I thought.  He

pulled up his underwear and pants and wiped his brow with his hand. 

"Damn, that was incredible!" he said as he pushed the STOP button

in again and the elevator began to move.  Shit, couldn't he at

least wait until I was dressed?  I grabbed my skirt and slapped at

his ass with my hand and he leaned back against the wall and

watched me struggle to clothe myself before the elevator stopped at

the next floor.  I zipped up my skirt quickly and adjusted it so

that all the seams were going the right way, just as the doors

opened and four people got on. They looked at us suspiciously.  I

assumed that the smell of sex was really strong in there, not to

mention the fact that we were both sweating and I was completely

disheveled. 



I continued to try to fix my hair and outfit as the elevator

continued it's slow descent.  We moved to the back and the doors

opened and closed several more times before we reached the ground

floor.  By the time they opened on the lobby, I thought I looked

somewhat respectable.  The elevator emptied it's passengers and

they all scattered in different directions, some of them looking

back at us with looks of interest, disgust, amusement, chiding and

indifference.  Fuck 'em, I thought.  It was worth it!



We exited the elevator ourselves and walked toward the front

entrance, his arm once again around my waist.  As we passed the

bar, he placed his hand on my ass cheek and patted it gently for

the benefit of the few men sitting there.  I didn't look to see if

they noticed.  We walked past the information desk and he smiled at

the receptionist, who smiled back, almost knowingly.  I smiled at

her, too, for some reason.  He guided me through the door and out

onto the sidewalk.  The air was warm and the breeze lifted my skirt

slightly, making aware, once again, of the wetness between my legs.



We walked to the curb and he hailed a cab.  We got in and he gave

the driver the address of the hotel.  He nodded and pulled into

traffic.  I leaned back against the seat and put my hand on his

thigh.  I leaned over to kiss him and as I did, his hand slid up my

thigh, taking my skirt with it.  He pulled it up to the tops of my

stockings and lifted me slightly to pull it out from under me.  My

bare ass and wet thighs were on the slick vinyl and I knew the

driver would have to wipe the seat off by the time we reached the

hotel.  This was going to be a long ride.......



THE END