People in the hallway paid no attention to me, no reason they should, unless they spotted the hard on that led me along.
Luckily my cock was starting to lose it's length and had worked itself into a downward position as I made my way to the part of the building where the stair case was. I still had about ten minutes till I had to clock in, but I still had to change into my uniform. I figured I could shoot a load in about 30 seconds, dress in two minutes. The more I wondered who I would be thinking of as I shot my wad, the faster my heart beat, I had that sort of that shortness of breath feeling we all get just before we expose ourselves in public for a session. If you've had an exhibitionist session, you know the feeling I speak of. If you haven't jacked off in public, walked nude with the possibility of some stranger seeing you, let it hang out one of these days and you'll know the feeling I speak of.
As I walked I couldn't help but think of that black girl that got out of the elevator, the fact that my tormentor had whispered in my ears about her. Those titties, her lips. Those things he said she would do, I kept seeing her lips. Her bottom lip, God what a lip. My mind flashed to that wedding ring on his hand that had been stroking my cock, pulling my left nut just a few short minutes ago, seeing it slide with a blur on my cock basically seconds ago. I wondered if they knew each other. I had worked here three months, I delivered mail to several floors; that was my purpose for being here, that was my job. I had never noticed any of the people on the elevator before this morning, not that I remembered anyway. I figured it must've been cause I only cover three floors. I couldn't help but feel for my nuts, they hung sooooo low as I walked, I could feel them sway with each step.
As the stairwell door came into sight, I thought about her and him again, whoever they were. I wanted to see him standing in the stairwell when I opened the door. I figured I'd go next to him in the stairwell, side by side, pants at our feet, jacking each other off. My little newly found sexy black friend worked six floors down, if she had gotten off on her floor. I wanted her to lean over the railing and look up, as if in a timed meeting just when I peer over the side to see if she was in position as I bust my nuts.
I wanted to see my cum sail down floor by floor in an uncontrolled flight path. The long ropes falling end over end, the big heavy wads flying faster than the rope shots. I wanted her to hold her hands out, maybe squeeze her tits with her dress pulled off her shoulders showing me those nipples. I wanted to tell her to open her mouth and to listen to her talk like the bitch in heat I hoped she was, watching my cum fall in her direction, moving for it like a center fielder about to catch a fly ball. Then - all in the short walk I had been on, my cock was again growing in anticipation, yet hidden by my clothing bag - the fantasies continued - I wanted to be on the top floor, leaning over looking down the stair well as he pulled my cock shaft, squeezing my nutsac whispering again for me to feed her. Look at her there, standing on the landing at the bottom of the staircase stark-ass naked except for those boots. Even though she was 100 floors away, I could still see her as if she was next to me in the elevator licking those sexy lips while I stared at here licking, such a long narrow tongue. FUCK this was going to be a session to go home and replay over and over for years. I saw her waiting to be covered in the cum we both shot out into the stair well. He telling me it was his secretary, or his wife, or his sister, I didn't care, my nuts just needed this toss off. I wanted to pull up on his cock as he completed his down stroke on mine. I wanted to see how big he was. I had never touched a cock before but I wanted to feel how a hard shaft felt, how it throbbed when jism flew out. I knew it was as big as the pump I use on my bike tires. I knew it was bigger than mine. I just knew it.
I reached for the door to the stairs as I preyed it be unlocked, I looked around to see if anyone was coming. Not a sole, I turned the knob and it opened. Fuck yeah, this would be dangerous, but my cock had consumed me. Leading me, guiding me, as if it knew of a safe place I could touch it. It was my life. My purpose, there was no fucking way I was going to get teased and edged like this in that elevator without a finale even if I was by myself. As the door opened I saw this was a stairwell encased in mirrored glass. Hidden to the people outside. I was afraid my heart would explode from beating so fast now. As the door shut I made sure it would open again. It did. I walked to the railing and looked up and down. I could feel a draft as I pulled my cock out the bottom of my shorts, looking into the offices in the building across the streets, at the people below, the cars. I wanted to shoot a load out the window, have it fall on someone's neck or back that was headed to work. I wanted to see them walk the halls or in a meeting with my cum on them, everyone talking about the slut or fag they never knew about until this morning.
This might be a new location for a weekly Thursday "session". I spit into my hand and lubed my shaft, yeahhhhhhh, this was hot. My shaft resting on the cold railing, sticking out into the stair shaft for anyone to see. I stood on my tip toes to separate my nuts from my hand jacking movement as far as my nuts would stretch pulling my nuts tight into the bottom of my sac as I rocked. I fantasized that if someone came into the stairwell and was ten floors up or down, I thought I could just lean back, my cock was long enough, I would moan so they could hear me. I could still put on a show and not be ID'd. I'd cum for them. My nut sac started to tense up.
I looked up; head tilted as far back as it would go. I opened my mouth like I was nursing on a cock being fed to me from above, breathing like a race horse through my nostrils after a race. All of a sudden I flashed back to her. What the fuck was her name. I wanted to be her slut. Her cocksucker. Her toy. I wanted to service that fuckwad I had just let masturbate me in the elevator for her. They knew each other. She was his daily throat, his all day sucker. It had dawned on me what her position was with the company.. She was there to milk his cock. That was her job with this empire. I realized this morning he was just priming his nut sac with more juice by teasing me in front of her, they would talk about "the guy in the elevator" as she sucked his rod while she kneeled in those boots, him cumming in her mouth, coating her bottom lips, shooting on the bottoms of those boots to make them stick to the floor as she walked throughout the day. I had been a set up for their enjoyment.
Then I wanted to be on my knees, her behind me finger fucking me in an office on one of the unused top 8 floors of this building. Her slipping a cockring down my shaft, over a nut one by one. He telling him it would keep me from cumming; it would make me more receptive to instruction, more obedient. Taking his cock down my throat, giving her a much deserved break from her duties this morning she gave instructions instead of receiving them.
My mouth wide open as I continued to let my mind go, my tongue flew out of my mouth licking the air.
Then it happened.....the door to the stairwell two floors down opened, I heard laughing, feet starting to climb the stairs FUCK, I leaned back, pulled my cock back under my shorts. I only had about 6 minutes, had to go change. FUCK. I left the stairwell, at least a puddle of cum dangled off the railing. I wondered if they held on to the railing as they climbed the floors.
I loved it.... Being hard. I thought this would be one fine day as I walked through the hall to the changing room. Today I would go without underwear as I walked the halls fantasizing about those two bodies that had consumed my thoughts for the past 4 minutes.
I was going to find her. Stand in front of her, let myself harden and see if she gave me any hint at all of taking me on a new toy.....
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