Message-ID: <10408eli$9804191419@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Godiva Subject: {Godiva} "Restricted Lift" (+MF nc humo) [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Godiva@starmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35390B79.608AC977@starmail.com> ****************************** WARNING AND LEGAL NOTICES: ************************************ 1] The following document contains both graphic dramatic and / or humorous descriptions of adult situations, language, and ideas. Godiva Academy does not intend these stories for the consumption of legal minors ( beneath the age of eighteen years, twenty-one years in some places). Nor are they intended for people who have moral or ethical objections to this type of material. If the reader belongs to either of these groups, please DO NOT READ. 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While Godiva Academy permits electronic transmission, it is only under the stipulation that the entire document, with legal warnings and author's name are included as in the original copy. Aside from the official ASS Archive where these stories are originally submitted, archiving or any other form of publishing is permitted only under the following conditions: 1) when the resulting archive or collection is freely available to the public 2) the archiver/publisher is not collecting membership dues, or using any other method of deriving a fee from his service. 3) a notice to Godiva Academy is provided when a work is archived / published, and when it is withdrawn from said archive as a courtesy to the author and an aid in assessing the availability and interest in the author's work. Please send notice to Godiva@starmail.com ************************************ Restricted Lift by Godiva Elevator number five, as everyone at Synthetic Systems Inc. knew, was sacred to the executive staff. Mere, secretaries--no euphemistic Personal Assistants, here--either transported their commoner bodies on the ever-busy elevators one through four, or accompanied mail clerk's push carts and janitor' buckets in number six. After three months, just barely past probation, Ella knew this fact, but she was late returning from lunch. She would never arrive on time by bucking the waves of employees pouring out of the common carriers. Undoubtedly, her supervisor, Ms. Fletcher, would make some pithy comment and inscribe a mark on her employee record. Elevator number five was slowly folding its doors on Ella's crime when a hand snaked out to catch it. The door chattered a moment in confusion, then slowly reopened. To Ella's chagrin, several executives stepped in. Ella actually knew the name of one of the executives--Mr. Carruthers, head of personnel--the rest were no more than recognizable faces from the company brochure, or figures glimpsed briefly while entering a limousine. Ella decided that her position couldn't be worse if Ms. Fletcher had caught her. "Will you be seeing the senator this weekend?" the one executive asked another. "Friday night," was the response. "If I get a chance, I'll bring up your question about tariffs." "Make your chance," the first commanded. As he spoke, the commanding executive reached forward and gripped one of Ella's breasts, drawing her back against him, he absently mauled her bosom and creased her crisp white blouse. "Oh!" Ella exclaimed, dropping her clutch purse. She twisted out of the first executive's grasp, and bent to retrieve her purse. A second executive yanked up the back of Ella's skirt, exposing her pale blue panties beneath a mesh covering of nylon pantihose. With her skirt drawn upward, Ella lost her balance, pitching head first into Mr. Carruthers groin. Ella felt the personnel director's well manicured hands catch her by the shoulders. Nimbly they opened her blouse, unsnapped her bra, and began massaging Ella's heavy breasts, as she leaned, awkwardly, face forward into his crotch. At the same time, Ella's underwear had been swept down her legs, to expose her nether region. With her face pressed in Mr. Carruthers lap, Ella could not see which executive was doing what to her. Two hands--she thought they were one person's--rolled and parted the rounded cheeks of her butt, pressing a finger tightly against her small pink bud, until it slipped thought the clutching ring of muscles. Only two other exploring hands, seemed to Ella, to be matched. The one had drawn her skirt away from her abdomen, and slid downward between her legs. There it pushed upward against the forward prow of Ella's pelvic bone, while its fingers curled around to agitate her clitoris. The other hand--which perhaps it partnered--stroked along Ella's inner thigh, keeping her knees spread. Other hands were busy in singular pursuits. One held her opposite thigh spread in a tight motionless grip. Another set of fingers on an unknown hand entered from behind, ploughing deeply along her labia, then steepening to enter and churn her vagina. Only Mr. Carruthers hands upon her breast were completely known by Ella. Those hands pressed and pulled, smoothed and tweaked, at her pendant breasts and tightening nipples, while Ella gasped to draw breath through the crotch of Mr. Carruthers expensive English wool suit pants. Finally, Mr. Carruthers pressed Ella back by the shoulders, allowing her to gasp urgently for breath, as he lowered his zipper and presented his sturdy erection. Trying to rear away from the gaging object pressed against the back of her throat, Ella was flung forward when a sturdy penis rammed deep into her vagina. With Carruthers hands directing Ella by means of his grip on her swinging breasts, and many hands assisting in her coupling from behind, Ella rocked in the unsought thrall of her twofold penetration. Shuddering beneath waves of orgasmic sensation, Ella vaguely heard the executives continuing conversation. Caught in a web of sensuality, Ella had sweet words like 'integrated tax displacement' and 'supply side financing' even 'corporate inductability downsizing' cooed into her ears. As the elevator reached the ninety-eighth floor, the men adjusted their clothing and stepped from the elevator. Unsupported, Ella had nearly crumpled into a prone position, when powerful hands lifted her high into the air. A zipper rasped, and those hands lowered her onto a rapidly deploying male member. A second zipper sounded, and a large rigid penis broached Ella's twitching sphincter. In the thrust and jostle of the long journey to the ground floor, Ella could not understand what the men were discussing. Sometimes, they seemed to be reviewing a sales campaign, as they surged and withdrew in unison. At other times, the topic appeared to be football, as they alternated, sliding Ella off one erection onto it's opposite. She became so euphoric, Ella failed to notice a third man who had entered the lift at the sixty-fourth floor, until after he grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples. Shocked, Ella jerked and came noisily. The men repeated the manoeuvre about every ten floors, always with the same result. The elevator was crowded on its next trip upward. Ella never knew who was doing what with her, but she was coming hard and often, now. Each new, dry hand grasping her crotch as she was passed from one to another, thrilled her. Throughout the afternoon, the number five elevator climbed and lowered busily in its shaft, as Ella's every orifice was displayed, probed, and stimulated. Even black unconsciousness was no protection, nor was Ella allowed to remain long within its sanctuary, before a new response ripped her from her hiding place. At three-thirty the elevator slowed to an idle. Ella gathered her clothes and dressed herself hastily. With as much dignity as she could muster, Ella wended her way from the number five elevator to Ms. Fletcher's office. *** *** *** *** *** *** Ms. Fletcher glanced up as her missing subordinate collapsed onto the chair before her desk. Although Ella Twintrees' gait suggested an afternoon of alcoholic revels, her attire refuted that assumption. Ella's hair was tousled and her features flushed. The buttons of her blouse were ill-matched, with one of the blouse's shirttails flapping free from the waistband of Ella's skirt, and a lone brassier strap dangled from her untucked blouse. Ella's skirt was hitched crookedly about her waist, and showed evidence of much wrinkling. From Ella's foot, as she wobbled on her low-heeled shoes, Ms. Fletcher had seen a shrouding net of nylon pantihose dragging behind, with pale blue panties visible within its folds. "Well," Ms. Fletcher began, clearing her throat. "I tell you girls not to use the number five elevator. I tell you a thousand times a day that the number five elevator is reserved for the executive staff. I do everything I can to make you girls stay out, but of course, what does an old woman like me, know about anything? "Now, you know that my warning was meant for your own good," finished Ms. Fletcher. "So, what have you got to say for yourself?" "Ms. Fletcher," Ella Twintrees requested, her voice shaken with the after effects of violent emotions and suppressed ambition. "Would you please recommend me for a position as the operator of elevator number five?" **************************************** GA98-1-000-GX-000-0001-03 [restlift.txt] ************************************************ Copywrite: 1998 Author: Godiva Contact: Godiva@prontomail.com Organization: Godiva Academy Contact: Godiva@starmail.com ************************************************ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |