"Up?"
"Yes, thank you, uh…"
"Frank."
"I'm sorry. How've you been, and, oh, how's Tony?" I don't wish Tony ill, but I much prefer Frank to operate the elevator. He's younger and much more attractive. It makes lire a little better in the rundown building they call the Eagle Hotel.
"He's okay, and so am I. You're looking cheerful." When Frank smiles that way, I get woozy. I can't tell him why I look cheerful. It was that cop's meat that made me cheerful.
"Just in a good mood, I guess." One of these days, I'm going to be the aggressor. I'm going to rape a guy. I know it sounds silly, but it shouldn't. The first one I'll rape would be Frank and then Gary.
This place is beginning to get to me. Whenever I stay here, I get depressed, but when I go out, I feel okay. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm here alone, and when I'm out, I'm with people. Whatever the reason, I'm beginning to really hate this place. I wish I had some other place to go to, but even if I had, chances are I'd wind up in pretty much the same state. You can't run away from yourself, that much even I know.
It's possible that the reason I crave so many men now, is because when I first got married, I had sex only with Tom. I don't ever think I played around. Oh, after we had been married awhile, I did, but by then, I really didn't have much choice concerning who I slept with. Mostly older men, and they weren't really satisfying.
I don't know when I first started being attracted to young boys. Well, young men really. Ronald wasn't the first, though he was one of the most important, not just because I was dismissed from school and my family, but because I helped him find himself. That was very important to me. It still is.
I don't even know when I first was fucked by a kid. It may have been Mike, that delivery boy from Green's Market, but all that doesn't matter now. It's ancient history.
I should have invited Frank back to my room. It's so lonely here. All the euphoria I felt earlier is now gone. God, I hate this room!
Do you think Frank would have wanted to come back with me? I mean, I am older than he is, much older. He's young. He probably has lots of girlfriends. Why would he want to spend time with an old lady like me?
Hell, I'm really not that old. I'm thirty-five. Almost thirty-six. That's young in my book, but perhaps not in his. He might say yes.
Supposing he refused? So what? There are others. After all, Paul can't be much older than Frank. I bet Paul's the same age as Gary, who is eighteen. I really have to get my mind onto other subjects.
Sleep. It's late and I can get to sleep. I have a full day at work tomorrow. It's not usual, but I have to fill in for Suzie. Edie told me a couple of days ago, and I forgot about it until now.
I'm tired. Dog tired. It's just as well I didn't stop and ask Frank to come up here. He's young and gorgeous, but I've had quite enough for one day. I should spend my time concentrating on how to get back to my family, instead of fucking every guy I see.
Ahh, morning. What a beautiful day. Damn! I just remembered I have to spend the whole fucking day at work. Of all the luck! Why couldn't it be mining or something? I should leave this dump early now. I could still take a long walk and get a bit of fresh air.
I hope Paul comes back. You know, sometimes guys say they'll call or see you again and they never do. I wonder if they really intend to call when they say they will. When I say I want to see someone again, I mean it.
Damn! What's taking the fucking elevator so long? I wonder who runs it early in the morning. I rarely get up this early.
Come on, elevator. I don't have all day. I want to have some time to myself before I go to work. If I spend all day right here… Well, it's about time!
"Frank! You work all day and all night?"
"I guess so. I take two shifts. I need the money."
"Well, I'm glad to see you. You're looking good this morning."
"So are you, Mrs. Baker. You're looking stunning, as a matter of fact."
Ohh, when that boy smiles, he drives me wild! He smiles just like Gary. I miss Gary. Every boy seems to remind me of my son. Frank doesn't really look like Gary, at least not as much as Paul, but there is something about his cheerfulness that I really dig. "I'm beginning to talk like Gary, too!"
"Smoke?"
"No, thanks. Hey, I thought smoking was illegal in the elevators."
"So is this." Hey! He stopped the elevator! Hey, what's going on?
"I'm late, Frank. Why did you stop the cab?"
"I didn't stop it, Mrs. Baker. It must have gotten stuck. Sometimes it happens. I can't do anything about it. It ought to get unstuck soon. It usually does."
What's he doing? Christ, he's pressing his thigh against my body. Holy shit! It's nine in the morning, and he's getting horny.
"Uh, Frank, do you think we could at least have a light on? Or did that depend on the same juice as the cables?"
"Yep. Sony, Mrs. Baker. We'll just have to wait."
Uh-oh, there he goes again. I can feel something pressing into me. I can't see a fucking thing. I know I've thought about making it with this boy, but honestly, he's quite young. Hey, come on!
Maybe I had better back off into a corner. I feel as if I'm being attacked on all sides. Why is it that for a long time I was lonely and frustrated. As soon as one guy fucks me, it seems as if there's a never-ending supply of cock. Am I wearing a sign on my back that says "Fuck me"?
Ohh, I can feel his body getting really warm. His hands are touching mine, and he's all sweaty. Don't do this to me now! Not now!
"I know you want it, Mrs. Baker. I've got it and you want it."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, Mrs. Baker. I've seen the way you look at me. I can always tell when a woman's hungry, and you're hungry, Mrs. Baker. You want it, and I can give it to you."
"I haven't the foggiest notion of what you're talking about, Frank. Now would you please get this elevator moving again?"
"No. You can't lie to me. You keep looking at me funny, ever since we first met, and I know what that kind of look means. It means that you're hungry for it. You're hungry for this!"
He's pressing his body into mine. I can feel his cock getting hard. It's getting hard rapidly. Touching me really turns him on.
Oh, but I do want it! I can't help it. What's wrong with me? Why do I feel such a craving for sex, especially with young, very young men?
I've to learn to resist, and yet I can't. I want him, and I don't want him. What am I going to do?
"Touch this, Mrs. Baker. Touch this and you'll know you want it. Come on, don't be afraid. It won't bite you. It'll just make you feel really good."
Oh, my God! He's taken his cock out of his pants and I'm going to have to touch it. Ohhh! I don't want to do it! I must learn to control myself I got fucked twice yesterday. I cannot get fucked again today. I want it, but I know I mustn't do it.
"Go ahead and rub it. I know you're going to love it, Mrs. Baker. Just rub your hand all over it. There, it's good, isn't it? It's big, just the way I know you like them."
How do you know? Who told you? "Please don't do this to me. Please let me go!"
"Why? I know you want it. Don't pretend you don't. I saw the way you kept looking at my crotch all day yesterday when I took you up and down and when we talked. And now, this moment, just before I stopped… I mean the elevator stopped, I saw you staring between my legs. You want what's there, Mrs. Baker. You're a hungry woman and I'm going to satisfy that hunger!"
"No! Don't! Please! Please don't make me do it!" Why am I trying to argue with him? What's wrong with me? Half of me says I mustn't do it, and the other half says yes, do it. I want to fuck him. I am forced to admit it, but why now? Why can't it be romantic with dim lights in a gentle setting? Why here? Why in this elevator?
"Get down on your knees, Mrs. Baker. Take my cock in your mouth!"
"Na! I can't!"
"Suck it! I know you want it. Suck that cock, Mrs. Baker, and then I'm going to fuck you. You want my prick and balls, lady, and you're going to get them!"
Just what the cop said to me. What is there about me? I'd better do it. He controls the elevator, not me. His cock does feel big. I wish I could see what I'm eating.
"Ahhh, that's it, on your knees. Now lick it. Let me feel that hot tongue on my dick, and don't try any funny business, okay? Now just suck that prick, Mrs. Baker, and you'll feel good all dyer."
It does feel good. My tongue is obeying his orders, and they're my orders now, too. I want his cock. It smells so good, so masculine. I've never thought about it before, but I guess I like cock-smell a lot more than pussy-smell.
Some guys tell me my twat smells great, but I smell nothing. It does nothing to me, though I guess that is as it should be. I go wild with the smell of a lusty cock. Maybe it's the years of accumulated cum that drives me wild, I don't know. But I do know now that I'm enjoying every second of this. I really must learn to take the initiative and decide where and when to have sex with someone. I should have taken him up to my room last night.
"That's it, Mrs. Baker. Your tongue's just right. Now lick the tip of my dick. Come on, lick the piss-slit, the spot where all my juice is going to shoot out."
"Ahhhh, that's it, baby! Lick that tip! Make my cock really hard!"
"Your cock's pretty hard now as it is, Frank."
"Yeah, but it can get even harder. My cock is only seven inches long now. It can grow an inch or two more. Now lick that prick, baby! Lick it and make me shoot off in your mouth. I want you to drink that cum when you get it, okay?"
"Sure, Frank." My hands are on his balls now. He's got such delicate and lovely balls, not like the melons that cop had or the oranges that Paul had. It's amazing how different cocks are. I don't think that there's that much difference in cunts. I wonder why that is.
"Ohhhh, baby, that's good. Come on, use your lips more. Press hard against my meat. Don't bite, but close your lips around my shaft. Okay, lady, now long and fast strokes. Just suck hard on my prick, nice and fast. I like fast blow-jobs. I don't want to be here all day you know. Just suck it, and make me come!"
His balls feel so good. I bet I can suck on them at the same time as his shaft. Ohh, that's good. That's very good. His dick is really hard now! I bet it's nine inches long now. Oh, I love this!
"Oh, lady, your tits! You've got great tits, Mrs. Baker. They're so fleshy and ripe!" He's putting his thumbs against my nipples. I feel as if he's going to wrench them off.
"Suck it! Come on, baby, suck my cock! Suck it harder! Up and down! Let's go! Suck that dick! Come on, don't take so long. It's late, and I'm in a hurry!"
Christ, I'm doing my best. What does he want from my life?
His balls are slamming into my face. My saliva is all over his meat and even his cock hairs are soaking wet.
I can feel my pussy heating tip. I'm going wild. Why now? Why couldn't we have done this before? I'm really feeling dizzy now. I want his cock inside me. I'd love to have his shaft sliding in and out of my pussy, but he wanted to fuck me in the face.
"Suck it, lady! Come on, suck my cock! Don't daydream! Suck that cock! Eat it! Baby, I'm going to have to smash my prick all the way down your fucking throat! Now eat that! Suck hard, baby! I'm going to shove it all the way down!"
I can feel his prick trembling in my mouth. I know he's going to shoot. I can feel it coming! His balls are quivering. He's getting hotter by the second. His pulse is racing. His body is all sweaty.
The way that prick is sliding in and out of my mouth is driving me crazy. I want him to come. I want to drink his sperm. I'm going to rub his shaft with my hand as he face-fucks me. That'll make him come even faster.
"Ohh, yeah, baby, do it! Ohhh, that's it, baby! Suck it! Ohhhhh! I'm gonna shoot, ohhhh! Suck it! Ohhhh! I'm coming! Ohhhhhh! Suck that cock! Ohhhhh! Drink it! Swallow my jizz! Ohhhh, I'm coming! Ohhhhhh!"
I love it! I love it! Ohhh, I can't get enough of his sperm! Ohh! Come on, shoot it all! Let me take it all!
Don't take your cock out! No!! Ohh, he's spurting against my face! I can feel that warm fuck-cream hitting me in the face! Let me drink it all! Let me suck it dry!
It's all over his cock now. Even his balls are covered with his jism. It's running down his shaft. Look at the creamy droplets sliding along his meat. Ohhh, his balls feel so juicy. I want to lick them all over. I want to lick off every drop of drying sperm that's on his cock and balls!
I wish I could see how hard his cock is. This darkness is getting to me. I can feel his still-hard dick and wet balls, but I want to see them. I want to see it before it gets soft.
"Do you think the lights wilt come on soon, and we can get out of here? I don't want to be stuck in this elevator all day."
"Oh, I think the lights will come on right away," he said. Funny, how can he know that? Oh, there they are. Now I can see. But what was that clicking sound?
It's beautiful. His cock is still hard, and it's so big. He's ginning at me now. Why?
"I knew you'd like it, lady. I can always tell. I know when a woman wants my meat."
"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Don't I have a right to be? Tell me honestly, didn't you want it? I know you did, so don't lie."
"I want this elevator to get started again. I'm already late for work. How long are we going to be here?"
I begin to wonder if the elevator had gotten stuck after all. It would really be simple for him to stop it, all he has to do is push a switch or something. I wonder which one it is.
"Well? You ready to get moving again?"
"What? You mean the elevator is working again?"
"It can be. Hand over twenty dollars."
"What?"
"Oh, don't give me that shit. You don't think I'm going to go around pleasing women for my health, do you? I told you I needed to raise money quick, and I want twenty dollars."
"You aren't going to get twenty cents from me." The nerve of him! Me paying to give a guy a blow-job? Who does he think I am?
"Then we'll stay here all day. I can wait here, I'm already at my job. I don't care. Twenty dollars, lady. You loved it so much I ought to charge you fifty, but were such good friends, you get a discount rate."
"Friends! You're no friend of mine. Now get me out of here, before I scream. I wouldn't give you a wooden nickel!"
"Scream. It won't make the elevator move. Twenty dollars, lady. You loved it, and you know it."
"Help! Help! I'm stuck in the elevator! Help! Help!!" Now he'll really be in trouble. I'm going to report him to the management.
"Help! We're caught in the elevator!" So that's his game. He's calling for help, too.
Christ, we're moving. Uh-oh, stopped again. "Hey, what gives?"
"Twenty dollars, lady. I can play the same game. They'll think we're really stuck now, because I can scream as loud as you can."
"I'm going to report you. You'll be sorry."
"Don't make me laugh. It'll be my word against yours, and with your reputation, no one will believe you."
Of all the nerve! "My reputation? Just what is my reputation? You are the slimiest piece of scum I've ever laid eyes on! Now you get this elevator moving, or I'll kick you right where it's going to hurt the most! Now move it!"
"Not until you pay me."
"I'll pay you, all right! Take that, you son of a bitch! I'll pay you! Right between your legs!"
"Owwwwwwww!!"
"My knee can do that again! Get this thing moving!" Right in the nuts! He deserves nothing better!
"Okay!"
Thank God! He's moving this thing. It's amazing what a neatly placed kick can do. I hope I've mined his sex life for good. Probably I didn't, but at least he'll be out of action for a little while. Twenty dollars indeed!
"And I warn you, snotnose, if you try anything like that again, you're going to be up shit creek without a paddle."
Ah, air again. I should have done this to him earlier. Asking me for twenty dollars! Me! I should get paid, for all the pleasure I bring to men. I'm not that old yet. I don't have to pay for it yet. Not yet. No, riot Marianne Baker. My reputation indeed! I could kill the little bastard! I could just kill him!