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Raisa’s feeling of awkwardness was augmented even more by the way Lance merely stared at her, his arctic blue eyes drinking in the curves and valleys of her body. Raisa blushed, not only at the obvious desire in his eyes, but also at the sight of his huge, burgeoning hard-on.

The elevator pinged softly and juddered to a stop. As the door whispered open, Lance suddenly pressed Raisa against the mirrored wall and pinned her wrists high over her head. She gasped at the pressure of his body molding to hers. Kneeing her thighs apart, Lance ground his baton-like cock against her pussy.

“What are you doing?” Raisa said, uselessly squirming against him.

Her movements only spurred Lance to writhe more vigorously against her body, his rhythmic pumping eliciting a primal response in Raisa despite her attempts to quell it. Her eyes fluttered shut as her purse dropped from her hands, her breath erupting in panted gasps. Liquid heat coursed through her veins and from her core, she felt the dull ache of a slowly mounting orgasm.

A chaos of thoughts and emotions raged within her as her objective and subjective mind clashed. Here she was in an elevator being dry fucked by a man she had just met, yet her body offered no resistance to the intense pleasure sensitizing every inch of her hungry flesh. She felt a gush of wetness ooze from her pussy a moment before her body spasmed in shuddering release.

Lance abruptly released Raisa and stood back, his eyes never leaving her as she quickly unzipped his pants and released a huge cock that sprang toward Raisa
like a fleshy club. She gawked at the thick, blue-veined shaft and engorged
head dripping with pre-cum, and then at his
pendulous balls dangling below.

Smiling, Lance extended his beautifully groomed hands, clasped Raisa’s head and pushed her trembling to her knees. She stared at his swollen meat for a moment before gripping the hot flesh of his cock and flicking her tongue against it, hesitantly at first, but then more aggressively as she ran her tongue back and forth along its quivering length.

Lance gasped and threw back his head, his fingers gripping and releasing Raisa’s hair. Trailing her tongue around the head of his cock, she lapped at the pearly drops of pre-cum before swallowing his cock to the hilt. She gagged for a moment before adjusting herself to his girth, and began vigorously licking and sucking his twitching flesh. One of her hands strayed to his swinging balls, which she gripped and caressed.

His taste was of sun-kissed flesh, his rock hardness completely filling her throat. Now and again she would pull his cock out of her mouth to reach over and suck his taut, shaven balls. Though one part of Raisa was aware of the animalistic creature she had become, she could not detach herself from the raw desire that had released a pent-up dam of emotions, frustration and need from her body.

Lance’s body tensed. Eyes tightly clenched, he uttered a feral cry resonating like the death throes of a slaughtered beast. His fingers clenched Raisa’s head so tightly she struggled to pull away before she choked on his violently jerking meat. She scrabbled to cup his cock in her hands and swallowed the sweet cream of his jetting cum, then gently suckled the purple head until she drained it dry.

Releasing Lance’s cock, Raisa collapsed against the mirrored wall while Lance stepped out of the elevator. She caught sight of a reflection she didn’t recognize; her mascara smeared eyes blinking beneath a mess of tangled hair, smeared lipstick, her clothes rumpled and disheveled.

Lance carefully watched her while he zipped up his pants. “So, did I get that pussy wet?” he asked, reaching toward her and pulling her to her feet.

Flushed and confused from what had just transpired, Raisa offered no resistance as he gripped her hand. Though she had had her share of sexual experiences, her somewhat conservative parents had not encouraged relationships, preferring that she establish her career first. They also held her brother to the same standard, but their attitudes had often caused conflict when dating issues arose and was certainly a factor when Raisa first announced her intention to work in a different city. They had argued, but had finally given in when she refused to reconsider her decision to move.

Now ... here ... in the wake of tasting the residue of Lance’s cum in her mouth, those debates and arguments seemed light years away.

Lance approached a pair of elaborately paneled bronze doors, input a code into an entry panel and guided Raisa into an even more opulently decorated Art Deco penthouse. Ceiling to floor windows offered panoramic views of the city and flooded the    space with light, but none of the intrusive pulse of the streets. As Lance closed the doors behind them, Raisa felt as though she had stepped into another dimension, the world that she had known only a few hours ago relegated to a distant memory.

“Come and see what I see,” Lance said, bringing her to the windows.

Raisa’s heels clicked across a gorgeous geometric patterned marble floor interspersed with luxuriant rugs. Surrounded by such opulence, she felt as though she had traveled back in time to another, more elegant era.

Lance took her purse, removed her jacket and tossed both onto a nearby chair. Standing behind her, he clutched her shoulders and bent close to nuzzle her ear, then allowed his hands to sensually drift along her body. Raisa tensed, but Lance responded by caressing her more aggressively.

“Look out the window,” he said in a low, suggestive voice. “Let your mind wander and look with all your senses, not just your eyes. Try to look beyond the bricks and mortar of what appears to be reality.”

Raisa tried to focus, but her body tensed at his bold touch and powerful fingers that had unbuttoned her blouse and wormed their way around her taut, sensitized nipples. No man had ever touched her with such intimacy before, and certainly no stranger. Yet no man had ever elicited the conflicted feelings that surged from her like a geyser, either. She felt aroused, conflicted and guilty at the same time.

“Stop fighting me, Raisa,” he whispered, teasing her rigid nipples. “Can you feel the tension in your body?  You’re like a coiled spring, a jack-in-the-box waiting to pop out. This is what they’ve done to you. This is how they’ve conditioned you like one of
Pavlov’s
dogs. Cast aside their indoctrination. Release these shackles.”  He pressed his lips against her ear and flicked his tongue against her delicate lobe. “There are far more pleasurable shackles to bind you.”

Feeling her veins course with liquid fire, Raisa leaned against him as he unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it to the floor.

“Don’t move,” Lance said. “Just look outside and think about what you see ... what you really see.”

Through heavy eyes, Raisa stared at the windows of the surrounding buildings that watched her like socketless eyes. Some of the lower rooftops bore gardens or patios where employees or residents milled. Only light traffic was visible on the street below, but the sunlight-dappled trees were alive with birds tending to nests concealed by leaves shimmying in the breeze. Above, a jet contrail fanned a feathery trail against a clear sky sprinkled with cotton puff clouds.

“That’s better,” Lance said, unzipping her skirt and pulling it down along with her juice-drenched black lace thong.

His fingers lingered around the waistband before trailing toward the sodden crotch and gently pulling it aside to tickle her engorged pussy lips. Raisa flinched against him, her thighs tensing as he tweaked her button-hard clit.

“I didn’t say you could move,” Lance said, nipping her neck with his teeth.

Raisa winced, the sensation both pleasurable and painful.

“You move when I tell you to. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Now keep looking.”

Trembling, Raisa could barely concentrate on the view, her flesh tingling as Lance slipped off her skirt and thong. He paused to sniff the thong before he tossed it aside. Slowly, methodically, he caressed her ankles, then worked his way up, massaging her calves, knees, thighs, hips and finally her luscious, heart-shaped ass.

Raisa moaned at the feel of his hands firmly gripping her flesh, but a quick, sharp smack on her left cheek forced her to pay attention. Lance unhooked her lacy black bra and removed it, releasing her full breasts to the skillful ministrations of his hands. He alternately squeezed, pinched and gently slapped them, eliciting a jerk each time from Raisa.

Swallowing to ease the dryness in her throat, her eyes darted from building to building until they froze on the image of the black and Asian couple from the elevator apparently watching from an adjacent rooftop. She tensed, unsure whether they actually saw her and Lance or they just happened to be looking in that direction.

Lance grunted and pressed Raisa against the window, her naked body molding against the sun-warmed glass. His hands and mouth played her flesh like a rare stringed instrument, touching, teasing and slapping her supple flesh until their bodies swayed in the motion of a slow, sensual dance.

Only his reflection in the window revealed that Lance was somehow naked, his cut, olive-bronze body the texture of steel. He smiled at Raisa, his piercing eyes floating against the backdrop of light and shadow. He gripped her hips and bent her over until she almost reached the floor. She clutched at the glass to support herself, her palms leaving a trail of smudged prints.

Muttering obscenities in English and Greek, Lance’s
questing hands gripped her ass and spread it wide, revealing her ripe, shaved, juice-slicked pussy lips and the tight, quivering ring of her asshole. Kneading her firm cheeks, he alternately smacked one, then the other until the flesh began to glow a shell pink.

Raisa whimpered and squirmed, feeling the stinging heat rise with each smart slap. Yet with each strike of his palm, she also felt a jet of juice ooze from her pussy, now aching to the point of pain.

“I told you not to move,” Lance said in a voice husky with arousal.

Raisa steeled herself for more smacks. Instead Lance dropped to his knees and began teasing her uncomfortably engorged clit with hungry fingers and tongue. Spreading her lips open until her hole helplessly gaped, Lance’s tongue took on a life of its own, slithering into every sticky fold and crevice like a serpent seeking shelter before deeply penetrating her.

Uttering a feral cry, Raisa bucked so violently that she almost knocked Lance off balance. He responded by grinding her pussy against his face, then roughly tongue fucking her hole while slipping two fingers into her ass. Unaccustomed to the sensation, Raisa squirmed and clawed at the window, but Lance merely pumped her more aggressively, his fingers stretching her hole.

Raisa inhaled the musky odor of juice, sweat and perfume. Every movement, every breath inflamed her sensitized flesh. Her breasts swayed like heavy gourds, her nipples sore from the grazing of Lance’s teeth. She panted for breath, realizing that the low keening resembling mating cats emanated from her own mouth.

Through half-closed, watering eyes, she noticed the couple man the adjacent rooftop still raptly watching. Even from a distance Raisa could tell that the man was excited by the massive bulge in his pants. The woman watched with glassy eyes. Slowly, deliberately she licked her forefinger and slipped it into her mouth. The meaning was blatantly clear as she seemed to gaze directly at Raisa with a wanton smile.

Raisa tried to speak, to offer some kind of resistance, but the mounting waves of pleasure building up in her core left her weak and speechless. Her legs trembled as her body tensed, then spasmed in the throes of an explosive orgasm so intense she banged her head against the window to an agonized chorus of cries.

But even then there was no release. Still shuddering from her orgasm, Lance bent Raisa down until her palms touched the floor. He roughly kneed her thighs wide apart and impaled her pussy with his truncheon-hard cock. Pummeling her squelching, sopping wet meat deeper until it seemed to penetrate her womb, she writhed in pleasurable delirium, her moans increasing with Lance’s piston-like thrusting.

Her body glowed with a sheen of sweat, her hair a whipping veil keeping pace with her furiously swinging breasts. She wanted Lance to stop but she also wanted him to continue, the passage of time slowing to only the acute pleasure of the moment. Drifting in and out of awareness, she felt the sensation of leaving her body.

From a remote point of her consciousness, Raisa looked out the window. The couple had vanished, and now a bank of clouds drifted over the city, extinguishing the brightness of the day. She could only wonder how many others might be watching her rut like an animal, but she no longer cared as her fingers reached behind to stroke her clit while Lance relentlessly pounded her.