Summer in the city. Burning hot.
That's why I'm wearing just a T-shirt and a red miniskirt.
I want to visit a friend.
She lives in a city Centre high-rise building – unfortunately at the top floor.
The stupid elevator seems to be out of service again.
Must use the poorly lit, deserted stairwell.
I'm pretty far up there, but two young, slightly overweight cleaning women blocking my way. I want to pass between them, saying politely: “Sorry, could you please let me through”?
But they both ignore me. Even don´t look at me.
I'm standing very close between both women now. They both wear blue work coats and underneath obviously only their worn-out underwear. The younger one might be around 20.
Her smock is pretty tight around her boobs.
She doesn't step aside and now stares at my tits.
Unfortunately, I don't wear a bra. It was just too hot for it. My skirt is short too. I feel really exposed right now, the way one is staring at me and the other is pressing herself closer to my body.
But somehow, it's also a very randy feeling that they can do whatever they want with me here in this deserted stairwell. My nipples are getting really hard and are now clearly visible under my tight T-shirt.
I feel myself getting horny, submissive, wet. I would love to get immediately on my knees in front of her.
With a grin she says something to her older colleague, who is perhaps in her mid-thirties and is now standing right next to her.
I don't understand anything, but it sounds kind of contemptuous.
It's the younger woman who is now looking me straight in the eyes. She grins and then suddenly grabs my tits with both hands and squeezes really hard.
I moan - quite loudly of surprise, pain and lust. Seconds later her hand slaps me in the face.
When I moan again, her fingers are on my nipples, squeezing them hard. It's an incredibly hot, surprising and intense pain. Immediately I get on my knees in front of her.
Everything is gone. My head is empty. I forgot that I want to visit my girlfriend, that the sun is shining outside.
I don´t care about anything. My world now only is here, this stairwell, me horny and wet and submissive, on my knees in front of deviously grinning cleaning ladies.
I stare at them both from below. The older one gives me hard burning slaps in my face.
“T-shirt off, cunt,” she orders.
My hands are shaking as I try to pull it over my head as quickly as possible, but I get stuck.
“Faster, cunt,” she orders sternly, slapping my naked tits with her palms. I have to groan again but finally manage to pull the shirt over my head and let it fall behind me.
“Open your mouth slut” she orders and slaps me hard again. I quickly opened my mouth, really wide. I hear her spit pooling in her mouth.
Is it really me - kneeling half-naked on the cold steps in front of these unknown strict and nasty women? Is it really me - totally exposed, reduced to a submissive, spit-swallowing horny cunt.
I moan in disgust and lust at the same time as she spits right into my open mouth. Some of her warm spit lands on my face and slowly drips onto my breasts.
Now it's the younger one's turn, who has probably been collecting a lot of spit in her mouth the whole time. She now lets it drip very slowly into my wide-open mouth, over my tits down to my middle part, which can hardly get any wetter.
The older one now order: “Swallow everything”.
“Get up now” she then said. As I stand in front of her, she strokes my face and my breasts, which are wet with her and my spit, surprisingly gently.
I suddenly feel the younger woman's hand under my skirt. Her fingers are in my panties. Then in my wet pussy, rubbing my clit.
I am so incredibly horny and would do anything for these fingers to release me. But suddenly she pulls them away.
“Open your mouth, whore – lick it,” she orders me. I immediately open my mouth wide.
She sticks her wet fingers and then her whole hand deep into my mouth.
Up to the throat. I gasped loudly. Suddenly they both went to the side, making room for me.
The younger one says: “In two hours. Down in the stairwell. We are waiting for you, whore”.
I got my T-shirt and put it on. Damp spit stains everywhere. I walk up the stairs as if in a trance.
There is only one thought in my brain: IN TWO HOURS.