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 Stella stepped into the elevator, still nervous from the job interview. 
She had worn her best suit-dress with a tight dark pencil skirt and black
and white matching top.  Her sheer black hose and 4" black heels hopefully
added to her already intimidating 5'10" making her look every bit the
professional.  She did not feel very professional now though, her stomach
was in knots and she couldn't wait to get back down to the ground floor to
use the ladies toilets.
   There were two men already in the elevator a middle aged black man in a
suit and a young white man dressed like a bicycle courier complete with
cycling shorts and helmet.  Both guys smiled at Stella as she entered but
she blanked them both completely.  She knew she had to play the equal
opportunities role during work hours but she couldn't stand blacks who
didn't know their place.  Stella pressed the button for the ground floor
and the doors slid shut.  The inside was well lit with overhead lights and
mirrors around the walls, and was thankfully devoid of piped in music.
   The three of them stood there in awkward silence listening to the noise
of the elevator slowly descending when with a sudden jolt and a flickering
of the lights the elevator suddenly stopped.  "Oh shit" the young guy
muttered, earning a glare from Stella as she stabbed again at the ground
floor button.
   "Try the other floors" suggested the guy in the suit.
   Stella obliged, stabbing her well-manicured finger at each of the other
floors, but nothing happened.  "Well, that's just typical" she muttered to
herself and her stomach growled loudly in response.
   If the others heard they politely said nothing and Stella stepped away
from the buttons, discretely rubbing her aching belly under her jacket. 
The suit stepped forward to take over and pressed the alarm button, hoping
to be connected to the reception area but nothing happened.
   "Well, at least the lights are still on" suggested the cycle courier.
   "Well that really helps us doesn't it" snapped Stella.
   The pain in her belly was really strong now and she wished she hadn't
left it so long.  Why didn't she go before she got in she wondered.  They
could be here hours she thought, and as her nerves got worse so did her
stomach, she could feel a definite pressure on her anus now, a desperate
need to evacuate.
   "We'll just have to wait, it could be a power cut or something.  My name
is Grant" the black man in the suit held out his hand to Stella and she
glanced at it disdainfully and then ignored it.
   The other guy cheerfully responded "I'm Lance, I work for....."
   But he never finished his sentence as right then Stella's ass let out a
long low fart that was amplified in the confines of the elevator.  Her face
went white, she looked at the pair in horror.  Perhaps that was it, perhaps
it was just wind?
   But then her ass just couldn't hold on any longer.  With a loud farting
noise her anus opened up and she felt a cascade of warm wet shit pile out
into her pantyhose.  She couldn't help it, she moaned with pleasure and
relief as shit plopped out into the gusset of her hose.
   The cyclist Lance, grinned in delight and disbelief at seeing this stuck
up bitch so degraded.  "Guess you needed to go"
   Stella stood holding onto the wall for support, her pantyhose weighted
down by the big pile of shit she had just produced.  The stink of it filled
the elevator smelling like a foul mix of vegetables and the Chinese food
she had the night before.
   "I'm so sorry" she muttered, in tears now at her accident, she looked up
for sympathy at the man in the suit.
   He looked at her in disgust "You dirty bitch"
   "I'm sorry" Stella wailed, sinking down onto the floor in the corner.
   She could feel the warm shit squishing under her as she collapsed.  It
oozed between her thighs and down her legs, she couldn't believe this had
happened to her, and she couldn't believe her ass had produced so much shit
all at once.  "I guess we know which corner the toilet it then" joked
Lance.
   "I guess we do" replied Grant, and then to everyone's surprise he
started to undo his flies.
   Grant had seen the way she had looked at him.  He had put up with that
sort of crap all his life.  Now here was a chance to put this skinny white
bitch in her place.  He pulled out his large black dick, aimed it at Stella
and let loose.  The stream of dark yellow piss hit Stella and surprised her
out of her shock, she waved her hands in front of her, trying to stop it
but it just splashed it around more.  She felt the splash of warm wet urine
over her face and some went into her open mouth tasting sharp and salty.
   Lance was cheering and laughing, his eyes wide at the sight of that huge
black cock pissing all over this business woman.  His own cock swelled up
hard inside his lycra shorts, the bulge obvious to all.
   "You want a go Lance?" Asked Grant, shaking off his cock but not putting
it away, leaving it dangling enticingly out the front of his trousers.
   "I'm not sure I can" replied Lance, sliding down his shorts to show his
rock hard cock.
   Lance felt so small compared to Grant but he still had about 7 inches on
him, and he was shaved smooth.  He saw Stella eyeing his cock warily and
thought of a better idea.  "Suck it for me" he moved to stand over Stella,
his dick swaying back and forth as he walked towards her.
   Stella could not believe this was happening.  She was better than these
people, these losers, and yet in one moment she had given all that up.  Now
she sat there in her own shit, a man's piss, a black man's piss dripping
from her blonde hair.  She had given up all control and now she took the
boys cock and wrapped her red lips over the swollen bell end and slid her
mouth down onto it.  "Fuck, she's really going for it" laughed Lance.
   Grant smiled and felt his dick swell harder.  He was in his fifties now
and sometimes it took his wife a while to get him fully erect but now his
dick was standing up hard and proud.  Eleven inches of pure black meat, and
he wanted this woman now, wanted to fuck her like she had never been fucked
before.
   Stella bobbed her mouth up and down as she sucked wetly on Lance's hard
cock.  She felt degraded and humiliated and yet....  Between her legs she
could feel an unfamiliar warmth, a lust that swelled up inside her.  Her
pussy, no her cunt, was literally aching for these men to fuck her, use
her, make her theirs.
   Grant moved behind Stella, using his large hands to lift her up and
firmly position her on all fours.  Stella's ass was covered in brown messy
shit, and as he tore her pantyhose roughly apart lumps of shit fell with a
splatter onto the floor.  Between that shit smeared mess was a perfect
tight white cunt, glistening wet, the inner lips pink and flushed.
   Ignoring the shit smearing onto his greying pubes and belly Grant
positioned his thick hard cock behind her, the huge dark head pressing
against those tight little cunt lips.  With a grunt he thrust forward and
upwards into her.  The dark shaft sliding into her, disappearing between
her soft white pussy lips.  With his hands on her tight little ass Grant
started to fuck her, driving his cock in deep and hard with each thrust. 
Stella moaned and slobbered as Lance's cock slipped out of her mouth just
for a moment, then she took it back in, loving the two dicks inside her at
once.
   Grant set to work fucking this skinny little white girl, so different to
his wife.  Her cunt gripped him so tightly and he could feel her opening
up, letting him in deeper with each thrust.  She was no virgin but she had
never had a cock this big, tearing her open and making her cum.  Grant's
cock was filthy with her cum and shit, wet with piss and she was bleeding
now but he didn't care he only wanted her more.
   Lance watched in sheer pleasure as this massive dick drove into Stella's
exposed pussy, opening her up like a porn star.  Her lips and tongue
continued to work on his dick, sucking him eagerly, working his cock.  He
could feel his balls tighten, his dick swell up ready to explode.  "Oooooh
fuckkkkkkk......" He pulled his cock from her lips at the last minute and
spurted right in her face.  His dick twitched spasmodically, pumping jets
of cum all over Stella's face as she licked her lips and swallowed
greedily.
   Lance stood back and watched as Stella and Grant changed positions.  She
lay on her back now and raised her knees up high displaying her shit
smeared ass and thighs, and the sticky mess that was her cunt spread open
and exposed.  Grant mounted her once more, gripping her waist and pulling
her onto him.  Stella ripped open her top revealing her tiny pale boobs and
dark pink nipples.  To Lance they were the only part of her left that was
not completely filthy and he could not resist.  His cock still sticky with
cum he aimed it at her and started to piss onto her boobs.
   Stella giggled and pushed her small boobs together as the warm piss
splashed onto her body.  Grant's cock was deep inside her now, impaling
her, owning her.  She gave herself up to them both, never wanting this to
end, wanting to cover herself in shit and let that big black dick fuck her
night and day.  Her legs gripped Grant as she felt herself cum over and
over and in return she felt him shoot his spunk deep into her.  She could
feel his cum squirting against walls of her pussy, could feel that massive
cock throbbing as it pumped her full with jets of creamy white jism.
   As Grant slid himself out of her, Stella felt her pussy remain open. 
She had been fucked so hard her pussy felt used and empty without his cock
inside her.  She watched Grant and Lance as they stood and began to wipe
themselves off and tidy up as best they could, then she looked down at
herself.  She sat in a puddle of piss and shit with cum dripping from her
face.  Her clothes were torn and more cum dribbled from her pussy.  After
so long in the elevator she could not smell it anymore but she knew the
compartment must reek of shit and piss.  And yet...  she had never orgasmed
so hard or felt so good in her entire life.
   It was a few hours after that that the elevator doors finally opened. 
None of them spoke, neither of the men even looked at her.  The fireman who
opened the doors looked astonished and appalled at what he saw.  Before he
could say anything though Stella kissed the man on the cheek and with as
much dignity as she could manage walked confidently by, through the main
lobby and out to her car.  It hadn't been such a bad day after all.  
  
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