19th floor. I hit the button, the doors close. I see the fire in your eyes and drop my bag. You grab my head, pulling it down, kissing my lips, mouths...open, tongues fighting already. The floors start to ping by, thankfully slowly. I lift you up onto the rail that runs round the lift. Your legs wrap round me, ankles behind my knees. My hands under your skirt, pushing it up frantically, the lacy tops of your hold-up stockings more than I can resist. Your skirt is almost around your waist before I. "Well, my first kiss wasn't until high school. I went to a dance with this girl. I only went with her because I needed a date, and I wanted to look cool to this other girl I liked who was already going with someone else. Now, this is no excuse for bad behavior, but I saw her kissing her boyfriend and was so jealous that I kissed the girl I was with. Then of course she slapped me and left me on the dance floor alone."I laughed at my stupid story, and the two gossipy girls did also, as well. Spelled L-O-W-E. Ed Lowe." Cynthia Thomas," she introduced herself."Do you remember when those strange people brought you in here last night?" No," she shook her head. "They gave me a shot of demerol and it knocked me for a loop. I don't remember a thing after that shot." How do you know it was demerol?" Ed asked."I'm one year removed from getting my medical degree. I was in my last year. Next summer I would have started my residency and then join my father in his practice. I guess you would. Yet here I was begging him to use me as a nasty cock sucking whore. When that first jet of sperm erupted from the piss hole on the end of his cock my pussy exploded on it's own. My brain washed mind had me experiencing a mind numbing orgasm as that first jet shot out towards my face. His hot sperm hit me just over the right inside corner of my face and then laid a burning line of sperm on the inside corner of my eye and down the side of my nose covering my lips and open mouth. My tongue.