The (a)Basement by LadyKethryveris^Wulf

I stood by the photocopier, fanning myself silently as the machine whirred next to me. The room was so humid, so warm. My skin felt sticky to the touch, damp and unpleasant. A trickle of sweat ran down my back, like a lover's touch, making me shiver with pleasure. I stared down at the photocopier, losing myself in my thoughts. The machine vibrated next to me, the sensations running through my skin and my most sensitive parts, already wet with sweat, dampened further. My thoughts went to the e-mail I had received the night before, sent directly to my computer, marked for my eyes only.

To: Keth (it said),
From: An admirer
Re: Your legs...in that skirt
I cannot maintain my silence any further. The skirt you wore today totally removed any doubts I may have had. It shows your gorgeous legs off to perfection. My eyes follow the line of your legs and I imagine how they continue under your skirt up to your hips and your cunt. I long to fuck you. I have to part your legs, wrap them around my body and thrust my cock into you. I want to make you scream with delight. I want to look down at you and see your face, your beautiful face flushed with pleasure. I want to take you - again, and again, and again. I want to kiss every single inch of you, from the tips of your cute little toes to your generous lips, driving you crazy with desire, so that by the time I present my cock to your lips - ah, but which lips, what a choice - you're panting with suppressed desire. I want to shoot my load down your throat, I want to suck your cunt and taste your juices till they run down my chin. I want you, Keth, I can no longer keep silent. Please, meet me downstairs tomorrow evening, by the photocopier. I will reveal my identity then. Please, wear the same skirt, I beg of you.

Despite frantic efforts to establish who had sent me this email I could not discover who it was. I could eliminate certain members of staff, on the basis of gender, but also on the basis that their computer skills were not good enough - even I did not know how to send an email from an anonymous source - but was still left with a shortlist and no way to reduce it further. Some of the prospects on the list I regarded with pleasure, some with disgust, some with disbelief. So now I stood, besides the photocopier, in the same skirt and high heels, wondering who my mysterious admirer was. I wanted to know who could write such blushing pink prose, who longed to "kiss me from my cute little toes to my generous lips". My cunt tingled at the thought, and I pressed closer to the photocopier. My back was to the door, so no one would see if I sent a hand questing through the gap between the buttons in my blouse to massage my aching nipples. It did not help - in fact, it made things worse. If only it wasn't so hot. The room, never cool at the best of times, was made worse by the lack of ventilation and the huge machine. I shifted from foot to foot, surreptitiously rubbing my clit against my thighs, hoping to gain some measure of relief that way.

Then I heard a chuckle behind me, and before I could turn, a blindfold swept down over my eyes and a voice murmured in my ear: "Don't panic. No harm will come to you. If you wish I will disappear and you may take the blindfold off.". I weighed this up for a moment. He remained close to me, almost uncomfortably close, given the humidity, but I did not feel threatened, excited yes, but not threatened and a musky aftershave smell that I did not recognise wafted beneath my nose. I leaned back against him for a moment, assessing how comfortable I felt, and then reasoned that after all, this was a big office block, and despite the fact that we were in the basement, a loud yell would still be heard and rescue would be with me. I nodded once, in acquisance. Then I felt hands on my shoulders turn me, towards the door, I supposed, and then propel me forward. I was guided through the basement, and following a mental map I had of the place, I knew I was being guided into one of the conference rooms that no-one used because it was so dismal and gloomy. I heard a click as the door closed behind me, and then another click, which I soon realised was a lock snapping shut. We were - I presumed, alone.

The large, soft hands returned to my shoulders. He was still standing behind me, and he slid his hands down inside my blouse, slipping each button undone as he did so at an agonisingly slow pace. When he ran out of buttons, my blouse was slipped from my shoulders in a fluid movement, leaving me in my bra and skirt. I was turned around to face him, and I heard a sharp intake of breath as he beheld me. "You are everything I longed for", he complimented me, and I smiled to myself, feeling the power that every woman feels when in presence of a man who is powerfully attracted to her. Then I was pushed backwards, across the huge table that graced the centre of the room, and made to lie, spread-eagled on it. My skirt, the tightness of my skirt would not allow me to spread my legs as wide as he wanted them and he pushed the material upwards, with reverence, his hands shaking as they came into contact with my skin. My legs parted, seemingly of their own volition, as the material rose, and I heard a groan as my cunt, shielded by my panties must have come into view. Then the hands left me, and I felt the air move as he moved around the table, around me. I felt him scrabbling beneath the table for a moment, and then a handcuff was snapped onto my right wrist, and I half sat up, startled. My cunt pooled in liquid desire, my panties must have been sopping wet and I knew that this man could see into the heart of me, see my fantasies. I remembered his promise that no harm would befall me and I lay back, submitting to his desires.

The other handcuffs were quickly locked to my other arm and legs, and then the game began in earnest.

My shoes were slipped from my feet, as he began, as he promised, at my feet. I had been standing for most of the day, and must have been terribly sweaty, but this did not stop him and he nuzzled the toes, taking each one in his mouth and sucking them gently. My ankles followed, a heart stopping path of fingers and mouth, up my calves, butterfly light kisses that had me trembling for something stronger, more complete. I had started to shake as he neared my cunt - but to my intense frustration, he bypassed my cunt entirely and started again with my fingers. Each finger received the kissing treatment, then the inside of my wrists - a place that made me swoon, almost, in a classic sense, as the sensitivity of his lips against my skin sent thrills of pleasure through the whole of my body. Then the inside of my elbow - I had never known that elbows could be so sexy...and finally my mouth. Our first kiss was gentle, a questing, searching kiss, finding out about each other, even though I still did not know who my mystery man was. Then the kiss deepened, and I tried to convey through lips that did not want to talk for fear of breaking the spell, that I wanted, more than anything in the world at that point, for him to touch me again, my cunt, my breasts, anywhere. Then he did - a feather light touch to one of my nipples that had me arching my back off the table as I tried to follow his hand. A chuckle penetrated the silence of the room, a silence that was heavy in the heat of the waning summer evening. Then the air and table shifted again, and I knew he had moved away from me. I half groaned as I waited for him to touch me again, and then I felt the table give a little between my legs, and I sensed him kneeling between my legs.

Hands gripped my hips, curling my hips up and parting my legs further, angling my cunt for his benefit. A single finger slid down between the lips, penetrating the wet warmth and drawing a trail of juice out with it. He wafted his fingers over my hair, tickling me gently, and then tugging them, for a more determined response. The hands parted my cunt lips, pulling them aside to expose me in all my wet and willing glory. I felt breath against my sensitive walls, and I knew what he was about to do, welcomed it, pressed up to find it. I heard another chuckle at my eagerness, and then a tongue touched my clit, gently rubbed it from side to side, before fastening over the button and sucking, gently. Fingers slid up inside my hole, first one, then as I pushed my cunt into his face, more, till all five fingers were buried inside me. He wasn't quite fisting me, but it wasn't far off, and it was just what I needed. His tongue whipped around my lips, kissing me, touching me everywhere, making me utter little "ohs" of delight. I had to remind myself to be quiet, as anyone passing by could hear me and try to investigate. His fingers slid around inside me, pressing in all directions, moving up and down forcefully. And then his mouth fastened for one last time and sucked, hard on my button, and that was enough to push me over the edge.

My head banged against the table as I lost control, and I felt his hands gripping my hips in order to try to control me while I rode the waves. Then he let me go, and let me shudder to my conclusion. I was slow to come down from the heights, but once I did, I lifted my head and uttered weakly; "Just who the hell are you?"

He did not reply, and fearing I was alone, I repeated the question and a voice with a smile in replied "An Admirer". I felt the handcuffs being undone from one side, and I sat up and rubbed my wrists, gingerly. Then I felt hands on my body again, and I was turned and locked down. Now I was face down, still spread-eagled and still blindfolded. A voice hissed near my ear; "Your safe word is 'abasement'" and a frission shot through me I understood why I was turned. Heat covered me, and then skin touched as he knelt behind me, touched his cock to my backside, and then slid in, slowly. My lips grasped his cock, welcoming his invasion. I grasped the edge of the table, to stop myself sliding against the smooth wood of the table. My cheek rested on the cool wood, and I bit down on my lip as he pulled out again. I had been dead, but now sensation was coming back with vigour, and my cunt liked what it felt. The rhythm changed, pummelling hard into me from behind, so hard I had to hang on to the edge of the table for dear life. I heard grunts above me as he worked in me, and then I froze in shock, as I felt another pair of hands touch my head, and I felt another cock being presented to my lips. Who was this? How many men were there in here? Who was watching me being fucked in this dingy room, who had witnessed my orgasm?

The cock stilled my protestations, and I circled my lips, half tempted to bite and get out of this situation. But the attentions of the man behind me had ignited a fire in my cunt again, and I did not want him to stop. I accepted this new man into my mouth, and sucked as he thrust in. He pushed down my throat and I half gagged, and then he backed off, content to bathe what he could in my mouth. I lay there for a few moments, subjugating my own pleasure to concentrate on the man in my mouth, pleasuring one man with my mouth and having another in my cunt, till I felt my handcuffs being undone again and both men withdrawing from me. I lifted my hands to my blindfold, thinking the game was over, and hands stilled mine and brought them back down to my sides. My hands were cuffed together, in front of me, and I was pulled off the table and onto the carpet. Being blindfolded it was difficult to see what I was supposed to be doing, but I was moved until I understood I was supposed to be straddling a man who was lying on his back, and then I sank down onto him, riding him as one would a horse. My skirt was still hitched up around my waist, my breasts concealed by my bra. My head dropped back in submission as I sank onto someone's cock, and pressed down hard to feel him pressing against my womb, a sensation that I love.

Then I was pushed forward, and my heart went cold as I felt a cold, jelly like substance being massaged into my little hole. Although this was not virgin territory, I had never taken on two men at once in this way and for a moment I was frightened by the prospect. I wanted, more than anything to utter the safe word. Then I thought about it, the safe word, and realised what they were saying to me. I had to abase myself to them, to accept that they were dominant, that I had to do as I was told if I wanted to come - and more importantly to find out who they were. I leaned forward, quietly, my flash of rebellion over, and waited for the heat of penetration, desire curling itself around my lower belly once more.

I did not have long to wait. Hips settled around my backside, and a cock pressed between my cheeks, sliding down to find the crinkled hole. A voice, the "admirer" murmured in my ear: "Is this new for you?" and as I nodded, half in fear that he would go ahead and half in fear that he would stop, he just said "ah" in an understanding tone, and he pushed forward, gently. The pressure was slow, insistent, but slow. He gave me time to get used to his presence, as my little hole grew used to his presence, and the muscles gave way to accept his cock. My heart began to pound, seemingly in my arse, around his cock, a heavy pounding I had never felt before. I felt myself being stretched, a dark pleasure spreading through my limbs, and the presence of the other cock in my vagina was not important. Only the cock in my arse was important, the be all, the end all. I would die if he withdrew now, but he did not, and then the head slipped in, and I heard a hiss as I automatically clamped around him, as he strove for control. He pulled back, eased the pressure off for a moment, and then resumed. He slid slowly up inside me till all of him was in there, my body pinioned by two cocks and two men. I was, by this time, totally on fire, and wriggling around on top of the man underneath, trying to satisfy the raging torrent of desire and they held me still so that they could do the work. They pushed in and out, sometimes together, sometimes alternately, each movement different, each bringing new and wondrous sensations.. I lifted my head and sank back against the man whose voice I had come to associate with the admirer, the other man had remained silent throughout. My head lolled against his shoulder, and his hands curved round my body to grasp my breasts through my bra. With a quiet cry of impatience he pushed the bra down my torso to release my breasts, which sprang forth into his hands, welcoming his touch. I was close, but not close enough and from the harsh breathing of the men around me I knew they were close too. We were striving together, to achieve completion, to come. Then we made it, my silent friend first, then myself, and then my internal convulsions around my admirer's cock setting him off too.

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