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Not all of my assignments were this tedious. Most of the time it was a lightbulb someone had screwed in too tight, a breaker that needed to be flipped, an outlet that needed to be reset. It was good, easy work; but, like all jobs, sometimes a fire got started that just would not go out.
I was always happy when it was a specialty problem. An elevator breaks, we call H.T. Lifts. Toilet floods, we call Marcus Plumbing. But the 3rd floor electrical had been fussy for days now, and I was our designated electrician in addition to the odd job repairman. I had to pull out my actual training for this, not just my common sense.
When I got called in on a Saturday afternoon, it wasn’t even a surprise. Nobody was supposed to work on Saturdays, but some of the young career-minded interns and entry-levels would clock extra hours to finish projects on time. There wasn’t even custodial staff in on weekends; the bosses were out golfing and the middle management was too busy with family and fun. Meanwhile, here I was, responding to yet another call from the 3rd floor. No matter; that’s where the big bucks are anyways. Baseball caps, screwdrivers, and a little bit of elbow grease.
I arrived when the sun was low; it was winter and late afternoon. There was one other car in the parking lot, a champagne sedan, presumably the person who had called for help. I didn’t recognize it, but that didn’t mean much. I was usually here before everyone else, anyways. I parked in the maintenance spot and unlocked the back door manually. I never used the ID scanner when the electrical was acting up.
The whole office was empty, the lights were on power-saving mode, and footsteps echoed in the back stairwell as I made my way up to floor 3. Sure enough, the lights were blacked out, the computers’ screensavers eerily absent, and the generator lights were the only thing lending a soft glow to the edges of the room. I spotted the nearest red paneled lightswitch and flicked it on. The larger generator light in the middle of the floor flicked on.
The third floor was a typical cubicle-style office space with a single large conference room. There was an elevator at one end. The breaker was around the corner, tucked in the hallway past the bathrooms. I gave a cursory look around to see if the lone worker was here. No luck. Likely, they took their laptop and went down to one of the functional floors to work.
I made my way back to the breaker and gave it a glance. I was pretty certain I knew what the problem was, but it would mean I was here for a couple of hours minimum, so I was eager to see if there were any simpler ways to get it done. I was right, of course. The nice thing about being called on a Saturday was that I could be as messy and disruptive as I wanted to while fucking around with the wiring. No worrying about being an inconvenience to anyone or a disruption.
I worked on the issue for about an hour before I realized that I needed a part from the truck. I decided to stop by the 2nd and 1st floors on my way back down to make sure it was isolated to the 3rd. I stepped onto the 2nd floor and caught a glimpse of the only other person in the building; as expected, she was one of the interns, probably no more than 22. I recognized her as the new PA for some guy in middle management. She was in leggings and a sweater, hunched over a laptop on the sofa in the waiting area of the 2nd floor. I caught her attention, waved, lifted my toolbox to indicate who I was, and then left towards the lot.
I considered stopping in the car to release some tension before heading back in, but remembered that the parking lot was the most well-monitored area on the campus. I scrunched up my face, sighed, and made my way back in with the necessary part.
It took another two hours before I was actually done. It was a simple enough issue, but tedious. I had let my mind wander while I worked, and now all I wanted was to fuck my frustration away. I decided to take the elevator back down to the 2nd floor to let the intern know that she could head back up to the 3rd if she wanted, and then I’d send in my report and go home for some quality time with my silicone sleeve. There was something really arousing about working with my hands, sweating, getting frustrated, and then finally fixing the issue. I was able to ignore it most of the time, but alone in the office like this, I wasn’t interested in suppressing it. I had been at half mast for about a half hour and I was ready to take care of it.
The elevator was old to match the old building. It was slow, it creaked, and the doors regularly got stuck. There was a reason we left the elevator work to the specialists; in addition to being a weird area of electrical, we also had particularly ancient and fussy elevators.
When I stopped at the 2nd floor, I was surprised to find the intern standing in front of the doors, bag and laptop in hand. She looked up at me in surprise as the doors opened, then stepped in.
She was really beautiful; or maybe I was just hornier than usual. She had bright, wide eyes with long eyelashes and a full figure that was even more obvious in the leggings she’d chosen for the day. Her sweater was loose-fitting and hid her torso, but frankly, it made her all the more enticing.
“Oh, hi,” she said. “Are you headed out for the day, too?” She had a sweet voice. Kind, polite, and bubbly.
“Yeah, I was just coming down here to let you know that the 3rd floor is all set now in case you wanted to work up there. A little late, I guess.”
“Thanks! I actually was going to pop back up there to grab something from my desk. Would you mind riding with me? I’d appreciate an escort to my car, honestly.” My dick jumped when she said “riding,” and I felt myself involuntarily lowering my gaze to imagine what her ass would look like bouncing on my cock.
“Of course. No problem,” was what I said. She hopped in and I pressed “3.”
She gathered her things on the 3rd floor and I held the elevator for her. When she stepped back inside, the elevator doors began to close.
“Oh, I forgot!” she said, and pushed her arms forward to stop the doors from closing all the way. They stopped, but not after her head, shoulders, and arms got squeezed between the double doors. A normal elevator would automatically open when it detected an obstacle; this one was meant to do that, too. However, it was known to get stuck after being held open for a little too long, a fact I had forgotten while holding the door for her.
“Oh my god. I’m stuck!” she said, trying to wiggle free. “I just forgot my water bottle. Jesus. How do we get it to open?” Her ass shook in her leggings as she tried to pull herself backwards into the elevator, and I felt my cock stiffen further as I watched her helplessly wriggle her lower body. “Try pulling me?”
“I can try. Usually it’ll let go of you in a minute or two.” I was perhaps a bit too eager to put my hands on her. I positioned myself behind her and grabbed her by the hips. She had some squish to her waist. I imagined the supple flesh on her ass matched that of her hips. I had to dig my fingers into her waist to get some leverage, and as I pulled, the sweater slipped over my fingers. I wasn’t touching her skin, but my hands were technically under her shirt now as it hung slightly. If I’d bent down, I would be able to see underneath it. “You’re pretty well stuck. Let me try something.”
So I crouched and I peeked. She wasn’t wearing anything under her sweater; from my position on the floor, I could see the bottom of her tits as they hung, bouncing slightly as she struggled against the elevator doors. I pulled her sweater up, running my hands along her stomach.
“Oh my god, what the fuck are you doing?” she gasped.
“This might be thick enough that you can pull it off and give yourself enough room to wiggle out.” I could almost hear her considering it, weighing the likelihood of me trying to help and me trying something cheeky. Then, she reached her hand up to her hood and started to pull the sweater off. Holy fuck, I thought. She’s actually topless.
She pulled and the sweater almost came all the way off, but the bottom hem was just a little chunkier than the rest of the fabric. She was stuck now with a sweater covering her entire head and shoulders, the hem stuck right where the elevator door had closed. Her tits were free to the air now. I took a second to stare at her, bent over in leggings, topless, helpless, and essentially blindfolded and bound. I couldn’t believe my luck.
A less horny me wouldn’t have done anything. As it was, though, I had already been pent up when I got in earlier. I was fully hard now, exhausted, and my impulse control was shot. Without thinking, I felt myself reach for her breast and gather it in my hand, squeezing, rubbing my thumb over the nipple. I could hear her say something in protest, but it was muffled by the sweater. I pinched her nipple and heard her squeak. I couldn’t resist after that.
I pulled out my phone and opened the camera. I started recording a video, squishing her bare, hanging tits in my palms, and running a finger along the tight fabric over her cunt. She squeezed her legs together and jerked her hips, trying to stop me. I thought I heard her let out a quiet sob, and I felt my cock start to drip with precum. I was a sucker for a stuck, helpless, desperate, reluctant slut. The more she squirmed, the more my cock strained against my jeans.
I stopped the video so I could use both hands, playing with the waistband of her leggings. I weighed whether to rip them or pull them down, and landed on pulling them down; I wanted to see them tight around her thighs, holding her legs in place, keeping her cunt tight, squishing her ass so it pooled into two round mounds on either side of her slit. She wasn’t wearing underwear either; I heard her more clearly now, as I pulled her leggings down. I caught bits and pieces of words: no, stop, please, don’t, you’re, god, oh.
Each little squeak and sob made more blood rush to my cock. I reached down to unzip my fly. The sound made her struggle even more, and she tried to kick backwards; all she succeeded in doing was falling to the floor of the elevator, still stuck, but now on her hands and knees. I could hear her sniffling now; I wondered briefly if she’d ever had sex before, if she’d ever been touched like this. Her vulva was in the open air now, labia squished together as her thighs were bound by her leggings. I pushed her knees forward so that her ass was propped up in the air and ran a finger from her asshole down to her clit, barely touching.
She was already wet and a little swollen, her puffy lips and clit flushed with blood. I rubbed a finger along her slit, spreading her labia apart to look at her, spreading the wetness to cover her clit and its hood. Her hips jerked as I touched the head of her clit, and she tried to wriggle away again, only succeeding in making her ass jiggle and her labia rub together enticingly.
I reached up to play with her breasts a bit more, their squishiness pooling in my palm as I squeezed, her nipples hardening as I played with them, getting them wet with her own fluids. She moaned, and then sobbed. She wasn’t getting quieter; her struggling was whiny and fussy and she sniffled and begged. Luckily, no one else was here. There were no cameras pointed at the third floor elevator. She was helpless, and I loved hearing her, so I made no moves to stop her struggling.
I knelt down and licked her pussy from clit to asshole. I could feel her tense up underneath me. She was wet and hot and tasted like citrus. She smelled like perfume, as if she’d rubbed some on her thighs before leaving the house. I dug my mouth and nose into her drippy cunt, letting my drool drip onto her leggings bunched between her thighs. I sucked gently on her clit, shoved my nose against the entrance of her vagina, probed my tongue in her hole. She started bucking against me and away from me, crying now, kicking her feet in a futile gesture. I shifted my legs so my ankles covered hers, holding her in place with her ass in the air.
I dipped a finger just barely into her pussy, up to my first knuckle, just to feel her twitch while I sucked on her clit. I spun it around, feeling the walls, pressing against the sides to see what made her react. She started to whine in a high-pitched tone, so I slipped my whole finger inside her now soaked pussy and she let out a choked moan. She was still crying and still pushing away from my finger, then back against it. Her thighs and ass were flushed red now and a continuous string of fluid connected her clit to the fabric of her leggings.
I pushed another finger in just to hear her voice. She choked and let out an audible no, still muffled by her sweater, as I forced them further into her pussy, bending them and pressing against her as I did. I kept a thumb on her clit so she could push back against it, rubbing herself while I violated her with my fingers. I started fucking her with them a little harder and faster, and heard her start to moan.
It was too much for me. I pulled my fingers out of her hole and pulled out my cock, squeezing the base hard to keep me from cumming just by touching it. Once I had a hang of myself, I snapped another picture of her dripping pussy and stroked myself to get my shaft wet and stiff. She froze up once I took my fingers out of her, and I could hear her panting and whining on the other side of the elevator doors.
I wondered if she knew what was coming, or if she’d convinced herself I was done. I dipped down to suck on her clit once more and she let out a loud sob, apparently confirming her fears that I wasn’t done with her. Her thick, squishy thighs pushed together again, trying to keep me away, but it just made me even more desperate to fuck her wet, hot little pussy. I used both hands to lift her ass further in the air and spread her cheeks, then positioned my cock.
She screamed as she felt the unmistakable feeling of a man’s dick against her vagina. Even before I pushed inside her, she was squirming even more. I landed a firm smack against her ass and chuckled a little. What a treat, to use a hot, helpless little intern stuck in an elevator as she dripped and moaned and struggled. I’d have to enjoy this as much as I could.
I paused and listened to her whines. They were mostly unintelligible, other than the repeated, please no, interspersed throughout. I almost thought I heard the word never. Never been fucked before? Never thought this would happen to me? Whatever. It was cute either way.
I grabbed a handful of breast in one hand and a handful of ass in the other and leaned in, pressing against her ass and sliding my cock into her wet, tight little hole nice and slow. She moaned loudly this time, almost screaming, arching her back and spasming against the floor, her knees jerking under my weight. I bottomed out and stopped briefly, relishing the feeling of her pussy wrapped firmly around the head and shaft of my hard cock. She paused too, seemingly waiting for me to make my next move.
I reached down and played with her clit, pushing firmly against it and making small circles. I jerked my hips a bit, thrusting further inside her without pulling out, watching the sticky tissue of her labia wet my hair as I rubbed my balls against her. I left her clit and played with her nipple, still barely thrusting. She made sweet, tiny, desperate mewling noises as I touched her.
I pulled out my phone again and started recording as I pulled my cock out halfway and slammed back into her with so much force it pushed her further out of the elevator doors. She screamed, a high pitched, slutty scream, and I started pumping in and out of her like she was the silicone sleeve I fucked every night at home. I shifted my body so that I was thrusting slightly downwards, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. She was crying again now, moaning in desperation, sniffling. I kept thrusting in and out, hard, filming every little wet bubble that dripped out of her pussy as I fucked her.
She was stuck at the waist now, the elevator door just barely closing further to keep her in place. As I thrust into her, her hips would get jammed against the doors, providing the perfect stability to treat her like a little sex toy. She’d have bruises on her hips tomorrow, but right now she was nice and stuck, the squish of her hips against the elevator doors making her ass jiggle every time I pushed into her.
“God, you’re so wet. Do you like this, little slut? You like being used like a little sex doll?” She started sobbing more audibly at that. “I love using you like this. You’re just what I needed after today.” I sped up a little, spurred on by her crying, her bouncing ass, her pussy clenching every time she sobbed or moaned.
“I bet you love getting held down like this and fucked like a stupid little whore. You have the perfect ass and thighs to be a bound up cum toy, did you know that?” I didn’t know what had possessed me to start talking, but it was working. It was making her louder and wetter and tighter as she clenched against my cock.
“Oh, you sweet little slut. I hope you’re on birth control, because I’m going to fill you up with so much cum it’ll leak out of you for days.” She screamed and bucked against me. Apparently not. I laughed, and she sniffled and sobbed, each time clenching against my cock.
I kept thrusting inside her, my cock getting wetter and harder, her pussy leaking and squeezing around me. I fucked her like that for at least ten minutes, until I was dripping sweat and she had settled into a consistent pace of moaning and whining against me, apparently resigned to her fate as a sex toy for the forseeable future. I pulled out briefly to suck on her clit a little more until she was shaking uncontrollably underneath me.
“It’s okay baby, you can cum. Cum on my tongue for me, baby, it’ll make it feel better.” She resisted, still shaking, so I slowed down for a minute, swirling my tongue against her slit and her clit, waiting for her to start squirming against me. After a few minutes, she did, flushing bright red and shoving her cunt back against my face, grinding on my nose and tongue. Her breathing started to get more evenly paced, she moaned, and began to shudder.
I thrust a finger inside her as she started to cum, her pussy twitching against it. I pulled it out, reached down to rub her clit with my fingers, and shoved my cock back inside her. She screamed, cumming on my cock loud and hard. I could feel her muscles contracting and she went limp as I fucked her harder and faster. I put both hands on her ass and thrust slow and hard into her pussy, spurting cum inside her and pushing it further into her until I could feel it start to drip out around my cock and onto her leggings.
We were both moaning slow, guttural, soft sounds as I continued to move my cock inside her. I pulled out, zooming in on her cunt as it twitched, my cum dripping out of her. I turned off my phone and tucked it away. She was still stuck, helpless, a mess on the floor of the elevator. I couldn’t help but touch her wet, red, sensitive pussy curiously, just to see what she did. I put a finger against her opening. To my surprise, she pushed herself back onto it, speeding up, fucking her cum-filled pussy on my finger. She was moaning again, little pleases and nos escaping her lips.
I did what I could have done at any point and pushed the “open doors” button. She gasped as the doors opened around her and she quickly started to scramble to her feet, but I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her chest and groping her tits. The sweater was still partially over her head, and I removed it as the doors to the elevator closed again. I lifted her to a standing position and pushed her against the mirrored wall of the elevator, noting her swollen lips and drool-covered mouth, her mussed hair and pink, puffy nipples. I touched her nipples and reached between her legs to touch her pussy, pulling her leggings down further so that she was naked except for socks, shoes, and the leggings, which she kicked off herself.
She spread her legs and leant against the wall, moaning softly as I touched her clit. I felt myself starting to get hard again, playing with her desperate, cum-soaked pussy. She whined, eyes closed, lips parted, legs spread, back arched, and that was enough for me. I tilted my hips, found her still-twitching vagina, and pushed back inside.
She was drooling already, her eyes rolling back as I pushed my cock inside of her. I spent a few minutes fucking her against the elevator wall, watching her face and tits in the mirror until she turned around and kissed me sloppily, our tongues clashing, my cock pushing in and out of her sensitive, used little cunt. I grabbed her and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, holding her and bouncing her on my dick. She leaned her head against my shoulder and buried her face in my neck, squeaking and whining as I fucked her. I could feel her pussy start to twitch on my cock again and I kept my pace, squeezing her firmly against my body and lifting her up and down at a nice bounce. I opened my mouth against her neck and started sucking and licking, and her sounds got louder and more frantic.
I knelt and lowered her with me, placing her into a lying position on the elevator floor and lifting her knees to push them against her chest. I stopped for a moment to look at her. Her thighs were trembling, flushed pink. Her pussy was dripping, twitching and pulsating. Her hair was a mess, her face blushing bright red, hickeys on her neck, nipples hard. She was naked underneath me and absolutely debauched, eyes heavy lidded and unfocused, lips parted and drooling. I slipped my cock back inside her and her mouth opened to moan.
She was wet, hot, throbbing around my cock. Her forehead scrunched and she reached down to touch herself while I continued to fuck her, watching her breasts bounce underneath me, her neck flush, her mouth brighten as she bit her own lips. She looked up at me like a puppy, eyes begging. I lifted and straightened her legs, pressed them against my chest to use them as leverage and fucked her hard and deep, watching her stomach move as my cock shifted in and out of her. Her breath picked up, her moans got louder, and her hand movements picked up as she got closer to another orgasm. I held her legs with one hand and reached down to play with one of her nipples, fondling her breast. She reached with her free hand to play with the other and I felt her muscles clench around me, making it harder and harder to thrust until they loosened all at once and came, pulsing, around the shaft of my cock.
I pulled out and watched her melting on the floor of the elevator, sweaty and wet. I stroked my own cock as I stared at her. Her eyes fluttered open after a minute and she saw me touching myself. She didn’t look long enough to even think before she was in front of me, bent over, her lips around the head of my dick, her tongue flattening to slide down the underside of my shaft as she took me into her throat.
She took it slow at first, an inch at a time, bobbing her head up and down and choking just barely before taking it deeper. She wrapped a hand around the base of my shaft and looked up at me, eyes watering and unfocused, moaning like a slut around my cock. I stood up so that she could kneel more comfortably in front of me, and she spread her legs and arched her back so I could see her ass and still-shoed feet below.
She was drooling so much that her saliva started to drip down to pool at my feet. She took me deep and fast, sucking and swallowing around my shaft so that it twitched the way her pussy did when she came on me, and pretty soon I was getting close. I ran my fingers through her hair and gathered it into a fist near the base of her head, not pushing her down onto my cock but providing enough pull to feel like I was fucking her throat. My hips started to buck just slightly, and I pulled out for just a moment to let her take a breath before pushing deep into her mouth and cumming in a few hard strokes down the back of her throat.
When I pulled out, she quickly swallowed and sat back on her heels. There was a line of wetness between her pussy and the floor of the elevator. I sat down next to her, and we breathed deep together before sneaking a glance at one another’s faces. She smiled before I did.
“Do you still want that walk to your car?” I asked sheepishly.
“I’m going to put clothes on, and then… maybe you could walk me to your car?” she said. I laughed.
“It’s a deal.”