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I watched her climax for nearly two whole minutes before she finally let up and took her face away from the window, catching her breath.

When she finally, slowly, took her fingers out of her soaking wet twat, she glimpsed down and whispered, "I am sorry for the mess..."

"Don't be!" I replied immediately, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life!"

She giggled, a little embarrassed and asked, "You don't think that was... weird, or... I don't know disgusting?"

"Well, yeah," I chuckled, "But that was kind of the idea, wasn't it?"

She fought a smile as she looked down at the floor, clearly a bit embarrassed, now that her actions were no longer being governed by her lust.

"Bathroom's that way," I said, as I helped her up and pointed her towards the other side of the apartment.

"Thanks," she whispered, as she bent down to pick up her bra and then stumbled, wobbled -- due to her stockings and panties being around her knees -- towards the bathroom.

While Kristen got cleaned up, I stuffed my cock back in my pants and cleaned up the mess we'd both made. When she came out of the bathroom, about five minutes later, her face looked spotless and her bra, panties and stockings were back in their proper place.

"Thanks, this was fun," she said as she walked back into the living room.

"It really was," I replied as I escorted her to the door.

"You think your boyfriend is still in the shower?" I asked.

"I hope not," she grinned, clearly keen on getting herself in trouble.

She opened the door, walked out and turned, whispering, "Until next time?"

"You got it!" I smiled, and closed the door behind her.

The following morning, Friday, I had just heard the elevator arrive and leave my floor, when there was a knock at the door. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 9:11am. Office hours had just started. And sure enough, there she was, Kristen, standing outside my door. This time, she was wearing a long, pink bathrobe, down to her ankles. She was barefoot. I assumed the elevator had been her boyfriend leaving for work.

"Is this a good time?" she asked.

"Sure, no problem," I replied.

"You sure, 'cause I'm going to be here a while," she blurted out, as I noticed for the first time that she was holding a dark red dildo in her left hand.

"Eric wouldn't have sex with me," she added.

Part of me wanted to ask, "What's wrong with him?" but then decided against it. The less she was thinking about her stupid ass boyfriend -- who obviously didn't know a good deal, even when it wanted to get fucked -- the better.

So, I just closed the door behind her and whispered, "You're welcome to stay as long as you want!"

"That's sweet," she whispered.

I couldn't help but feel that the word 'sweet' was somewhat inappropriate. I wasn't being sweet. I was being selfish and horny. I was taking advantage of her and the situation, and she knew it. She was just too horny and too fucked-up to care!

"Tell you what," she smiled as she traced her index fingers over my bulging crotch, "Don't cum during the first act, and I'll give you the best blowjob you've ever had!"

I nodded and smiled, not believing my luck. God, she was so horny again...

I watched her untie her bathrobe and take it off, revealing her completely naked body underneath. No underwear, no slippers, no socks... she was completely butt naked. She walked up to the drapes, yanked them open and then got on her back, her twat facing the window. She opened her legs as wide as possible and scooted as close to the glass as she could.

Then, she gently pried her twat open with her left hand, while she pushed the dildo into herself with her right one. Mere inches from the window, she began fucking herself with the red toy, putting herself shamelessly on display for anyone to see. Slowly, I moved to the couch and slowly tugged my dick, keeping it hard and ready, but making sure I didn't cum.

It took her quite a while to make herself cum. I assumed she was deliberately making it last, as she stopped at regular intervals. After being on her back for about ten minutes, she changed position, and got on her left side, putting her right foot up against the glass. After drilling herself like that for a while longer, she got on her back again and finished herself off.

She came hard, long and loud. She really rammed that fake dick in there, hard and deep. When her orgasm was over, she caught her breath for a minute, then turned to me, watching me pump my huge dick.

"Come here," she whispered, eagerly licking her lips as she got on all fours perpendicular to the window.

I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and sat down in front of her, right in front of her face, which prompted her to slowly move her head forward, open her mouth and engulf my fat dick. She reached back and gave the red dildo, which was still sticking out of her battered twat, a gently push, just to make sure it was still lodged up there, then looked up at me and said, "And don't pull away this time! I want you to cum all over my face!"

She smiled up at my shocked face and asked, "Is that okay?"

"Fuck yeah!" I blurted out.

Grinning, she started sucking and licking, slow and sensual, gradually picking up the pace until she was bobbing her head furiously up and down, milking my shaft with her lips. She stopped multiple times, letting my dick shrink for a bit, before resuming what she'd been doing. She licked my balls, ran her tongue up and down my big shaft, jacked me off a little bit, slapped my hard dick in her face... she played with me for almost twenty minutes, giving me -- as promised -- the best blowjob of my life.

Eventually, she looked up at me and asked, "You wanna cum?"

"Yes please," I whispered, desperately longing for relief.

She wrapped her right hand around my dong, got her mouth into position and then said, "Remember, all over my face, okay?"

"Got it," I whispered.

She wolfed down my big cock and started jacking and sucking harder and faster than she had done before, clearly planning to get me off as soon as she could. After about forty seconds, I felt my balls contract and so I grabbed my dick, jumped up from my chair, and pulled it out of her slut mouth and started jacking off like a crazy man, aiming for her nose.

She smiled, tilted her face up and kept her eyes open as she looked me, right in the eye. A few moments later, I started ejaculating and moved my dick all over her face, covering as much surface as I could.

She kept her eyes open for as long as she could, I squirted her left one shut, about halfway through my ejaculation, submissively allowing me to make a mess of her beautiful face. When I was empty, I sat back down and admired my paint job. I don't think I had ever cum that much...

I got up and whispered, "I need a drink!" as I stumbled into the kitchen.

"Would you mind if I had another go?" she asked, prompting me to turn around and watch her get back on her knees and bring her right hand in between her legs, touching her red dildo.

"Not at all, go right ahead," I replied as I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. As I poured myself a large glass of water, I looked at her get back on her knees in front of the glass.

She began jamming the dildo in and out of her cunt, fucking herself with it again. This time, however, she began whispering obscenities as well, something she hadn't done before.

"Oh yeah... look at me... I'm such a fucking whore... my slut face covered in cum... that's all I'm good for... just a no-good cumslut... a stupid bitch... oh yeah... oh fuck yeah... I'm such a nasty cock-slut... good-for-nothing piece-of-shit whore!"

She lasted maybe another minute or so, before she started violently climaxing again, her body shaking and twitching. After a minute or two of violently orgasming, she finally relaxed and let her head bump against the window, in pure exhaustion. She collapsed on the floor and stared at the ceiling, while she panted and heaved loudly. She'd been in front of the window for nearly fifty minutes non-stop.

"Can I get you anything? A towel, or something to drink?" I asked as I approached her, smiling at the lewd and disgusting spectacle before me.

"No, thank you," she whispered, "I gotta go."

She stumbled to her feet, grabbed her dildo and bathrobe and walked over to the door. Sensing she'd prefer that I didn't follow her out, I stayed where I was and said, "See you next time."

"Ok, bye-bye," she said as she stepped out and closed the door behind her. Although it was only a ten seconds walk from my apartment to hers, I couldn't help but think what a slut she was for making the trip, butt naked, her face covered in my sperm and carrying her red, soaked dildo in her right hand.

That evening, they seemed to be having a party. The music was quite loud and there was a bunch of people in the hallways talking and laughing, but as I hadn't had any complaints from the other tenants, I let them have their fun. I have a decent surround system on my tv, so it doesn't bother me either.

Around 11 pm, there was a knock on the door. As office hours were over, and they were having a party, imagine my surprise when I noticed Kirsten standing there, when I peeked through the spyhole. I opened the door, hoping there was no one else with her, as I was wearing nothing but boxers. She was wearing a short, black cocktail dress. She looked at me, glancing down at my crotch for a few seconds.

"You... uh... wanna come in?" I asked, hearing people talk further down the hall, barely twenty meters and one corner away.

"No," she whispered, as she reached for her neck and unzipped her cocktail dress, then pushed down her straps and slid it down all the way, over her hips, causing it to fall to her feet. I gawked at her, in her black panties and bra. God, she looked hot!

I reached into my boxers and pulled out my half-hard cock and started stroking it. She smiled and pulled down her panties, stepping out of both pieces of clothing. She turned her head, listening to the people talking around the corner, probably less than ten meters away and brought her right hand to her twat and started playing with her clit. She was getting off on the danger, on the chance of getting caught.

Then, she turned to look at me again, and then slowly started walking backwards towards the corner. The closer she got to the corner, and to danger, the hornier she seemed to become. As close to the corner as possible, without being seen by her guests, she got down on her knees, facing me. Her turned-up feet couldn't have been more than five centimeters from the corner.

She reached back, unhooked her bra and threw it towards me, then started squeezing her right tit with her left hand, and playing with her twat with her right. She hung her tongue lewdly out of her slut mouth, desperately trying to be the biggest slut she could be. Slowly, I walked up towards her, jacking my throbbing dick.

When I was standing right in front of her, she looked up at me and said, "Cum all over me!"

She didn't whisper, she just used her normal voice. God, she was playing it dangerously. But then, she reached back for her left high heel with her left hand, untied the laces and took it off. But instead of leaving it next to her foot, she threw it behind us, towards my apartment. As she'd had thrown it high up in the air, it hit the tiled floor with quite some noise.

The fact that everyone around the corner suddenly went quiet, indicated that they'd heard the noise. Still, Kirsten wasn't worried and now reached for her other shoe, while she continued playing with herself. Realizing she was going to do it again, I knew I was going to cum hard when I'd hear the next bang. She grabbed her shoe and threw it up in the air.

It landed with an ever louder clash than the first one, and I couldn't hold back. I exploded, shooting a thick wad all over her chest and stomach. A smaller rope hit her smack in the middle of her face, before dozens of drops started raining down all over her; her shoulders, her arms, legs, tits...

As the guests around the corner were still quiet, I realized they were probably wondering what those noises were. Although it was a distinct possibility that at least one of them would come and investigate, Kirsten didn't seem to care and just leaned forward to wolf down my spent cock. She sucked the remainder of my cum out of my shaft and licked my balls.

She kept this up until the guests started talking and laughing again, and the immediate danger of getting caught had passed. We walked back to my door, where she put on her cocktail dress again, this time without her underwear.

She took a few moments to enjoy the feeling of my cum getting spread and pressed into her skin by means of her tight dress. She even pressed down on her dress, in between her tits, where I had shot the biggest wad, rubbing my sperm into her skin. While she put her shoes back on, she said, "Leave the underwear," looking at her black panties and bra.

As she hadn't cum, she was still horny and nasty, and it showed; her nipples were rock hard and piercing through her cocktail dress.

"I'll need to get fucked later on," she blurted out, "You wanna do the honors?"

"When? Where?" I replied.

"2 am. Basement," she replied, clearly having it all planned out.

"I'll be there," I replied as I watched her traipse away and turn the corner; her underwear still on the floor, in front of my apartment. I closed the door, set my alarm for 1:55 am and continued watching tv. Luckily I had set my alarm as I had fallen asleep as soon as the movie was over.

When I woke, I was sporting a massive boner. Good, I thought to myself, that'll come in handy. I put on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and headed for the elevator. When I passed by Kirsten's apartment, there was still a lot of commotion, but at least some guests had already gone home. I took the elevator down to the basement level and waited.

About two minutes later, Kirsten arrived, also by elevator, holding two garbage bags in her hands -- which had probably been her excuse to leave the party. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she put down the garbage bags against a nearby wall and started taking off her cocktail dress, keeping her shoes on.

There she was, naked except for her high heels once again, letting my gawk at her body. From up close, I could see some of my dried up cum still on her skin.

"So... where do I fuck you?" I asked, figuring I might take the initiative for once.

"Underneath the elevator," she grinned.

"What?" I asked, surprised, not having expected that response.

As if on cue, the elevator engaged and started to rise, probably being called to our floor. Without hesitation, Kirsten took a few steps backwards and got on her back, on the cold concrete, where the elevator had just been.

The old elevator had all of its mechanical components on the roof, making a technical compartment down here unnecessary. Kirsten laid down and spread her legs, saying, "Fuck me, as hard as you want!"

More than a bit hesitant, but unwilling to pass up this chance of a lifetime, I carefully got on my knees in between her legs and pushed my cock into her soaking wet, dripping cunt. When the elevator, carrying people from the party, started coming down, I started getting a bit anxious. But inadvertently, my cock grew harder and I started fucking Kirsten harder. She didn't give a fuck about anything, apparently and moaned out loud. I quickly covered her mouth, while I kept my eye on the elevator. Luckily, it stopped at ground level.

About thirty seconds later, it started moving again, going back up. Kirsten started groping and squeezing her tits, in anticipation of it coming back down. Truth be told, I started to see the appeal. The danger, not only of getting caught but also of having the elevator come down on us. Sure enough, it would be a spectacular way of going out, and it made my cock harder than it had ever been before, but I wasn't taking my eye off the elevator.

With every elevator ride, bringing guests from the party to the elevator, we both got more rallied up and I was having more and more difficulty keeping Kirsten quiet with just one hand. Her screams and moans were getting louder, as she was steadily approaching her well-deserved and clearly overdue climax.

She was remarkably at ease, considering the fact that it would only take a wrong push of a button or one of the other tenants to come down to the basement at this ungodly hour, to send us crawling for our lives...

She climaxed and trashed around my cock, sending high pitch screams through the building. Luckily the elevator itself was pretty noisy and camouflaged at least some of the noises she made.

When her orgasm was over, she poked her head up and said, "Let me suck it!" as she pushed me off and got up. Somewhat surprised, but feeling that that was a better alternative than dumping my cum in her unprotected cunt, I got up, stroking my cock. I moved back, following her lead as she gently pushed out from under the elevator shaft, and pushed the button, calling the elevator to the basement floor.

The elevator trips had gotten significantly less frequent, as most of the guests had probably gone home. Still, there was no way of knowing whether or not everyone had gone home or not. While Kirsten squatted down, grabbed my cock and started sucking it, I heard the elevator come down. Luckily, it was empty.

Seeking out danger and possible humiliation, Kirsten got up, opened the elevator grill, stepped inside and closed the grill, getting back on her knees, facing the grill and me. Realizing what she wanted, I stuck my hard cock through one of the holes in the grill and she started sucking it. God, the risk she was taking! She knew that there was a distinct possibility that not all the guests had gone already... and it was making her so fucking wet that she started fingering her twat, although she had just climaxed big time!

She was no doubt picturing the humiliation she would have to endure if the elevator should start to move. She was nervous and jumpy, although she was still focused enough to give one hell of a blowjob. When she sensed I was getting close, she stopped playing with her twat and used that hand to reach out to the elevator control panel.

To my astonishment, she put her finger on the button for the first floor and looked up at me, knowing fully well that that would set me off. My eyes grew big as I looked her straight in the eye and whispered, "You... wouldn't..."

Almost immediately, she slammed the button, causing me to gasp and cum; a massive barrage of cum splattered against her face. I pulled my cock out of the grill, but not before squirting another cum rope onto her naked, slut body.

Then the elevator had risen too high to reach her, so I grabbed my dong and pumped the rest of my load onto the floor, as I watched her face, horny but also a little scared, as she didn't know what was going to happen. I heard the elevator stop at the first level. As I didn't hear any voices or other sounds, I assumed there was no one there. I shook my cock, sending the last few drops of my load flying all over the place and then pressed the button for the elevator, calling it back, as I didn't know for sure Kirsten would do it herself.

When the elevator came back down, Kirsten was on her back, fingering the shit out of her beautiful little twat. God, she was horny. I knew part of her wanted to get caught, but another part was probably glad she hadn't, as this meant she could masturbate in front of me again.

I opened the grill and stepped over her, jacking my half-hard cock. I left the grill open so the elevator couldn't be called to another floor.

"That was so dangerous, you stupid slut," I whispered, realizing the insult would drive her even wilder. And I was right, she gasped and squirmed, writhing even more violently. I watched her pleasure herself all over again, for minutes on end.