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"Hi Babe, I knew that you wouldn't pass up a sure thing. Kick
your trousers off and come join me. I need some of your good
cock."
Holding on tightly to the wall and trying to not look down at the
ground so many feet below, I extended a hand to her and began
pleading. "Let's go back to my office and talk."
"We were just down there. You didn't have anything to say. I was
hoping that you were going to fuck me either on your desk or in
the elevator going up and down between the floors. So when you
turned me down within your office, I thought you might reconsider
my offer if you saw what a wonderful view it is up here. Slip over
here with me and let's get started on our foreplay."
Looking just past her over the ledge, I could see the building
flagpole about five stories below her ledge. Shit, all that I needed
to do, was to climb out there and fall off. I could see the headlines
now. "Man has flagpole stuck up his ass while getting pussy."
Richard was talking loudly to me but thank goodness, I wasn't
listening to him for the first time in my life. Talking sternly to her
as if I was her parent, I gave her an order. "COME OFF OF THAT
LEDGE. NOW!"
Yeah, that's how they taught us in Police Academy. Use an official
sounding voice. Using her fingertip dampened with her salvia, she
began teasing her nipple before she answered my direct order.
"Don't wanta. That is, unless you're willing to compromise."
Compromise?
Rule number whatever rule from the Police Academy said that
whenever a person's life is in danger, that you must do whatever is
necessary to defuse the situation.
"Ok, talk. What do you want?"
Her eyes brightened and that Mona Lisa smile appeared as she
began talking in a "me-a-little-kid" voice. "Oh, nothing much. Just
want to have a little fun. I've got some handcuffs in my coat's
pocket. If you were to tie me up and make love to me in the
elevator, then I would consider coming off this roof. Otherwise, I'll
just wait till some fireman with a really big pole comes along to
rescue me."
Although I work in a decrepit office building, there's a lot of people
coming and going. Making love to her in one of the two elevators
meant that it was eventually going to stop on some floor and reveal
us to some mighty startled people. And several of the building
tenants knew me.
That was a totally unacceptable proposition. I decided that I would
renegotiate my apartment as the site for our tryst. I would use my
formidable skill as a former police officer to take control of this
situation.
******
When the elevator door opened on the fifth floor, I tried to put on a
brave face. After all, my hands were handcuffed over my head to
the ceiling. My body was totally naked. My cock was covered with
sexy sayings written in bright red lipstick. There was a heart
drawn on my chest in red lipstick and I had a dildo wedged up my
butt that I couldn't remove in my current predicament.
Luckily it was just one of the janitors with a big trash barrel who
was very surprised to see me. After I showed him where the keys to
the handcuffs were, he uncuffed me and I was able to get that
damn dildo out of my ass. Then he took me to my floor. Going into
my office, I found my clothes where we left them.
It had all seemed so simple up on that rooftop. Sure you come off
the roof and we'll go into the elevator and fuck. No, you can't put
the handcuffs on me. They are for you. I won't allow you to cuff
my hands to ceiling, not even if you keep doing that to Richard.
Richard, quit that. Richard, give me control of my body. Tanya,
you're getting lipstick all over Richard. Richard, don't let her
handcuff us to the ceiling. Richard, what is in that bag that she's
got? Oh my god, it's a dildo. Richard, don't. Tanya, come back,
don't leave me in this elevator.
There were more memories. Richard might be one happy cock
right now but Darrel Marlowe was one pissed-off guy.
There was a message on the answering machine. Pressing the
button, I heard her familiar voice. "Hi Babe, I'm driving back
home. The girls and I are going out for a few hours. Hope that you
enjoyed our sex as much as I enjoyed it. Giving you a blowjob in
an elevator while your hands were cuffed to the ceiling was a lot of
fun. We'll have to do that again somewhere but next time, let's
find a busier elevator. I kept hoping that someone would call the
elevator while I was sucking on your cock and I could just imagine
the look on their faces when the door opened to reveal us getting it
on. Sorry, sucking on Richard was what I meant to say. I like the
way that you call it that. He seems so.... intelligent is the best
word that comes to my mind. Well if you're listening to this, then
you're out of the elevator. If you wind up in jail because of our
little fun, add your bail cost to my expense report. See you later.
Oh, yeah before I forget it. I'm truly sorry about the dildo. I
honestly thought that you might like that but you obviously didn't
like it. I won't bring one next time."
No, I certainly didn't like it. And there wasn't going to be a next
time. I sat for almost an hour after she left me with my hands
stretched over my head and a dildo wedged up in my ass. Because
of the lateness of the evening, I thought that I would have to stay
there all night in the ridiculous position. Then I felt the elevator
move as someone pressed a button to call the elevator. In that ten
seconds while I was going to another floor, I decided that I was
going to drop her as a client. She's not worth the trouble that
she's caused me so far.
******
The worst thing about having a cock named Richard that you talk
to, is that sometimes it talks back. And Richard talked all night
long to me. Although he shot a load of cum into her face and got
to enjoy the warmness of Tanya's throat while in the elevator, he
wasn't satisfied. He kept begging for more as I tried to go to sleep.
And when I finally did go to sleep, Richard influenced my dreams.
All I could think about was Tanya.
When I awakened the next morning, my resolve was completely
gone. Well not completely. I still wanted to get rid of her as a
client but I honestly needed her money at this moment.
Going to the office, I kept dreading walking into my building.
Everyone and their brother probably knew about the wild man
found cuffed in the elevator last night.
After parking my car in the parking lot, I walked around the corner
to the building's front entrance. Parked in front of the building
was her Harley motorcycle. She was leaning against it, smoking a
big cigar.
Richard leaped to life at the one glance at her. She was dressed in
body-hugging black leather pants tucked into mid-knee-high black
leather boots. She was wearing a pink body-hugging tube-top
around her breasts, which were obviously braless. On top of her
head was one of those Village People Biker caps. Hanging from her
motorcycle mirror was a black leather jacket.
When she saw me coming toward, she smiled as if there was a
secret that we were sharing. I knew it wasn't a secret because that
damn janitor had probably already told the whole world. Instead
of newspaper headlines reading, "Man has flagpole stuck up his
ass while getting pussy", the newspaper headlines probably read
"Man has dildo stuck up his ass because he thought he was
getting pussy".
"Hi, Babe. How's Richard hanging this morning? You ought to be
proud of him. He's quite a mouthful."
"Good morning, Mrs. Browning. I think that we need to revert
back to our employer and consultant relationship."
"Ooooh, are we touchy this morning? I promise that I won't put
another dildo up your ass. At least not unless you request it. I'll
bet that I can make you ask me to do it again."
Richard was burning a hole in my underwear. Her tight black
leather pants, pink tube-top and cigar sticking out of her mouth
made her look like one wonderful fuck. I would have loved to
fucked her but I knew now that I would have to pay a serious price
to become her lover for any length of time.
"If you will excuse me, I have some work to do in my office. That
is, if I still have an office after last night's little mis-adventure."
"I thought about something that you said last night. There's a
little town in Colorado that is known to be where most of the sex
changes in the world are performed. Do you think that's why
Darci went to Colorado?"
Suddenly it clicked. Sure. Greg hopped around the world to lose
anyone trying to find him, using the name Darci Taborski before
coming in through a back door and taking the long way to
Colorado. It was as if he wanted to do some serious thinking
before he went for the big hatchet job. Then after having the
surgery to turn him into a real woman, the surgically transformed
man went to a remote mountain cabin to give his new female body
time to heal. Once the new woman's body was healed so that she
could easily move around, she changed names to throw off anyone
looking for her again and moved on. Yeah, it all makes sense.
"Babe, you got very serious on me all of a sudden. Are you all
right?"
Looking at her, I wanted to kiss her. All right, I wanted to fuck
her, but would have settled for a kiss.
I quickly explained my theory to her. She asked a lot of questions
and I made some guesses. Then she surprised me by saying
"Babe, you sound as if you've just done a day's work. You look like
you could use a little fun about now. Why don't you hop on here
and let's go bar-hopping?"
Swinging one long leg over the low-swung motorcycle, she began
putting on her motorcycle jacket. Something about black leather
on a tall leggy blonde turns me on and she had already proved that
she turned me on in other ways also. I began explaining to her why
I couldn't do it, while she buttoned a couple of snap buttons on the
bottom of her leather jacket and started the motorcycle engine.
Talking over the loud roar of the motorcycle, I told her that I wasn't
going to go because I had never been on a motorcycle before and
didn't know the first thing about riding one.
She made me rethink my position when she loudly suggested. "Get
your ass on the back of this thing. Put your arms around my waist
and you can play with my tits as I take us to a motorcycle shop to
get you some decent duds."
Richard sure liked the concept of being on the back of a speeding
motorcycle using her tits to provide balance.
An hour later, I was one cool dude. Long knee-high black leather
boots. Long black leather pants with a matching jacket and a
bandana around my head. Underneath my jacket, I wore a black t-
shirt with a motorcycle logo. Climbing onto the back of her
motorcycle, sticking one of her cigars into my mouth and wrapping
my arms around her waist while I cupped her braless tits was
going to make this one of the best days of my life.
So we drove out of the city and stopped at a bar. After a few
drinks, we went back out to the motorcycle and was going to ride
up the road to another bar that she liked to visit. Putting caution
in front of recklessness, I asked a dumb question. "You're not too
drunk to drive this thing are you?"
Slipping her hands within my jacket and letting her hands circle
my waist as she pressed her firm breasts tightly against my chest,
we stood there in the parking lot kissing like two horny teenagers.
Then she whispered something that scared the shit out of me. "I'm
not going to drive it. You are."
"Oh no, I'm not. I've never driven one in my life and I'm not about
to start now."
"Too bad. Because when I'm riding with my man and we're going
bar-hopping, I like the feel of the motorcycle's vibration between
my legs. I like having my legs spread around a man's nice hips. I
like having my hand around a man's waist to hold onto him as we
go through curves. I especially like playing with my man's balls as
we ride a motorcycle."
******
I thought that I was going to wreck her motorcycle as I tried to
learn how to drive it in a nearby empty parking lot. After several
minutes, I got the hang of it. It was almost like riding a bike, only a
hell of a lot more dangerous.
And she was right. She did love to play with a man's balls as she
rode tightly behind me. Feeling her left hand around my waist to
hold on to me and her right hand rubbing against the tight fitting
leather pants was enough to turn Richard into a Biker Cock.
Yeah, after we had gone only two miles down the road, I was
thinking about tattooing the Harley logo on Richard at the next
tattoo parlor.
I was really beginning to enjoy this.
She gave me directions to a bar. We pulled in, drank several beers
then left to go to another bar. Pulling into the next bar's parking
lot, I saw a lot of bikes out front. Because I had to pee badly from
all the beer that we had been drinking, I was ready to rush in.
However she wanted to brush her hair. I accepted her offer and
words of wisdom that the bathroom was the first door just inside
the bar.
It was a dark bar. Well, all bars are dark when you've been out in
the sunlight and first walk in. I found the door and went to the
urinal. Some man walked in behind me and leaned against the
wall as he introduced himself with a witty "nice tool that you've got
there. My name's Bud. What's your name?"
I almost cut off the end of Richard as I quickly zipped up. I was
almost finished peeing anyway. Another man was standing in the
doorway with a toothpick in his mouth, a bandana like my
bandana on his head and a leer on his ugly face. I didn't like the
way that he was looking at my crotch and smiling at me.
I didn't have to fight my way out but it almost became a fight as
they tried to talk me going back to their table for a couple of beers.
You won't ever catch me getting drunk in that gay motorcylist's
bar.
Rushing out of the bar, I almost screamed when I saw that the
motorcycle wasn't where I left it parked. It and Tanya was gone.
She had talked me into wearing leathers and then abandoned me
in a gay biker's bar. I'll kill the bitch the next time that I see her.
Then I heard a horn beep. Looking up the street about three
hundred feet away, I saw her sitting on the motorcycle and
laughing at me. I know that I looked like a fool as I ran like a kid
toward that motorcycle but I was very interested in getting the hell
away from there. Jumping on the back of the motorcycle, I
screamed at her as I tightly squeezed her tits harder than I should
have. I was holding onto the boobs for balance and to pay her back
for her dirty practical joke on me. "No more tricks."
"I just promised you no dildos in your ass. Thought I would see if
you wanted the real thing. Guess not. Well, let's go back to my
pool and fuck."
Riding on the back of that motorcycle with my hands tightly
cupping her boobs and knowing that I was at last going to score
with her made me a very happy man.
******
Have you ever looked forward to something so much that when you
finally did get it, you discovered that it wasn't what you expected
and you were disappointed? That didn't happen to me. Richard
and I were very proud of what we were doing and what we were
giving her. Greg's cock, if he still has it, might be a smidgen bigger
than Richard but I was determined that she wouldn't notice the
difference.
Well, I fucked Tanya beside her pool. And in her pool. And in her
sauna. And in her living room. And in her kitchen. And in her
bedroom. And any place where I could fuck her. Whoa, that's one
woman that doesn't believe in the standard old missionary, slam-
blam technique.
We started in her garage. As soon as the kickstand was down on
the ground, she spun around so that she was facing me and we
were both sitting on her motorcycle. When she said to rip her tube
top off, I was very willing to do that then I leaned her back on the
gas tank so I could suck on her nipples. And when she ripped my
t-shirt off of me so that she could suck on my nipples to show me
what it felt like, I was ready for more foreplay.
With both of us naked from the waist up and her legs around my
waist, I carried her into her back yard where we undressed each
other. Then she dived into the pool and dared me to eat her pussy
underwater.
I almost drowned.
I can swim but I stayed under water too long doing what I was
supposed to do.
Then she ran into the house and I caught her on the living room
floor where I really showed her what I could do. Somewhere in the
living room, she wrapped her legs around my waist and told me to
pretend that I was on a big pogo stick and I was going around the
world. So we fucked everywhere as I carried her bouncing and
thrusting through her house.
Was it worth all of the trouble so far? Hell yes.
Was it the best that I ever had?
No!
It was the second best.
That's because she promised that the next time would be the best
so we went ahead and rated this fucking as the second best. Yeah,
she took me places where I've never been. I thought that my ex-
wife was pretty decent in bed but Tanya showed me that I hadn't
lived yet. Tanya caused every nerve in my body to come alive. I
don't know if it was her missing husband who taught this fantastic
woman how to please a man but if I ever meet the man that taught
Tanya how to be such a total woman in bed, I'm going to shake
that man's hand. Even Richard was so happy that he was telling
me to just let him rest.
My most wonderful fucking session with Tanya lasted several
hours until the wee hours of the morning when I was awakened
from a deep sleep by her crying. She was sitting up in bed with her
legs pulled tightly back against her body. Her face was streaked
with tears.
I've seen my ex-wife do the same thing. Hormones. Or she
suspected that I was cheating on her. Or she caught me cheating
on her. Or a million other things. Women cry for the most stupid
reasons.
So I tried to be diplomatic. "Come here and suck on Richard a
little. He'll make you feel better."
Right after she slapped me, she ordered me out of her house. I
tried to talk to her. You can't talk to a woman who is crying and
then reaches for a pistol kept in a nightstand. I got the hell out of
her house. Luckily for me, my leather biker duds were still out by
the pool where we undressed. So I put them on and started
walking down the street that she lives on. I was about a hundred
feet away when her front porch light came on and I heard her call
my name.
Going back to her, I was hoping that she was back to normal so
that we could go back to bed. I wasn't looking forward to walking
home in the wee hours of the morning and looking like one of the
Village People.
She was wearing a robe and threw some keys to me when I got
about twenty feet away from her. Her comment told me that it was
over for the night and I was on my own. "I'm sorry. I can't explain
why I feel the way that I do. Take the jeep and drive yourself
home."
A couple of minutes of trying to talk common sense to her only
resulted in her marching inside her house and slamming the door.
I knew it had to be hormones because I hadn't known her long
enough to be caught cheating on her yet.
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