The Fifth Floor

She looked left and right, but there was absolutely no way of knowing where Simon was in this debauchery; and seeing what was happening to a short, curvy Latino woman who had drifted away from the wall and was barely visible through the half a dozen men either inside of her or upon her showed her that the old man's words were wise indeed. Bridget unbuckled her pants and let them fall to the rusty catwalk floor and stepped out of them. She folded them up neatly and placed them among the dozens of others, tying the legs together so she could easily identify them.

She moved as if on autopilot as she slowly walked towards the mass of grunting, sweating humanity as sweat poured down her body. She pressed herself against the back of a large, muscular man who had wrapped a girl's legs around his waist and was slowly thrusting into her. She felt his powerful shoulder and trap muscles tense and release; his abdomen tighten as he penetrated the petite blonde factory girl. The pale redhead used his body as a guide as she slid between them and the next girl. She placed her back against the wall as the girl's sweaty shoulders and thighs slid against her own.

She looked side to side at the moaning faces and sweaty bodies around her. Some of the men were just sort of matter of fact about the business while others were treating their coworkers a bit more harshly. Bridget nearly lost her footing as the man beside her swung the blonde her was fucking around and pressed her face against the wall. Bridget stared into her blue-green eyes as he ruthlessly fucked her ass and manhandled her small, pert breasts.

Bridget's attention was snapped forward as the first man stepped up to her. She didn't know what to say, but as he quickly lifted one of her thighs and stepped between them, she saw there really wasn't any need for words. He was short for a man, around 5'7 and had a closest buzzed haircut on an angular face that was smeared with coal. She took a sharp breath as his cock, slick with the sex juices of who knows how many people, pressed up and into her. He leaned against her, rubbing his dirty, sweaty skin against her own, and quickly picked up the speed. The lovely redhead's lips parted and her eyes narrowed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned in close as his penis drove in and out her, and had to virtually yell in his ear to rise over the din of erotic madness surrounding her.

"Have you seen Simon Hale?" she asked as the woman next to her came loudly. She felt glistening thighs and arms against her own as he screwed his face up at the question, clearly unused to conversations during lunch.

"Never heard of im'." he said, driving deeper and faster into her. Bridget felt the spatter of cum hit her calf. She looked over to see the couple next to her quivering against each other, his cum being **** out of her lithe, toned body. The man stepped back, and Bridget was surprised when the one fucking her pulled out and immediately took position between the woman's shaky legs. "Gotta keep her goin'!" he explained. The woman pushed a curl of chestnut brown hair from her face and looked into the man's eyes with exhaustion and desire. Bridget stood there, nude from the waist down and only a tied up work shirt for a top, and watched as the woman lifted her own leg and pulled the man into her wet embrace to keep her shivering orgasm going.

She suddenly felt a hand on the back of her head, and was bent over at the waist. She barely had time to open her mouth to accept the throbbing, veiny member being jabbed at her mouth. She could taste cum and womanly juices on it as the man unceremoniously used her mouth as a cock sleeve before shifting and ramming it back into the woman beside her. Bridget wiped her lips with the back of her hand and leaned back against the wall as the man hammered into the petite girl.

She saw a group of four naked, erect, well-built men walking up and down the line, looking for openings. She took another deep breath as they saw her, two of them shoving and elbowing to get to her first. The winner was a stocky dark haired man with rough stubble and what looked like prison tattoos that included his rank in the Bangalore Boys. He roughly rubbed her pussy with the palm of his hand, spat on it, and rubbed it again. He was nearly in position when he was pulled away from her by a tall and muscular black man who quickly stepped into his place and hoisted her into the air. Bridget held on for the ride, not really having a lot of other options.

"Hey, wait yer turn!" the stocky man said as Bridget wrapped her legs around the man's waist. Her mouth opened and body quivered as she was lowered onto his thick, long member as he pressed her against the wall. With one hand he roughly pulled at the knot tying her shirt together and pulling it apart to reveal her perky, pale breasts with painfully erect nipples while the other held her up by her lower back as he started sliding his cock in and out of her. She unconsciously ran her hand alongside his neck as he bounced her and down, gravity driving her body onto him as far and deep as her womanhood would allow.

"Just gettin' her goin' properly, Floyd..." the man said, grinning wickedly at her lustful face. Bridget realized what they had planned for her, and the other women. She watched from her new height as the men's seemingly random shifted formed a sort of pattern where they'd fuck a girl to the point of orgasm and then switch to the next one. She even saw one woman so intoxicated with pleasure walk away from the wall willingly and push a woman riding a man off and take his place. Both were quickly surrounded.

"Do you..ugh!...know Simon Hale?" Bridget asked, her breath fluttering as she was driven onto his cock again and again. He grunted, and angled his head. Bridget felt a sweaty body sliding behind her, but couldn't tell if it was a man or woman. She leaned back and turned to see the big galoot that directed her up here in the first place. She moaned as his cock pressed into her ass as her reached around to draw her untied shirt down her arms and off her body.

"Yeah, he's over there." he said, his thick cock now competing inside of her for space. Bridget pursed her lips as she tried to hold off her impending orgasm until she got the info she needed.

"Can...can you be a little more specific?" she said, a whimper in her voice as the man behind her was driving in faster and faster; the whole while a throng of sex-mad factory workers fucked around her.

"Sure, he's in his office, like usual," the man said. Bridget scoffed as she was sure the security guard was having a hearty laugh at her expense. Still, there was no way she was going to make it to the office until the lunch break was over, so she relaxed, and let her orgasm build and build until it crested. Nearly as soon as she came, he pulled out; leaving her to be assfucked for the briefest of moments before a wave of pushing, grunting men crashed against each other and her; the winner of this scramble a wiry looking older man with a steel tooth and 1st or 2nd gen prosthetic hand that belched puffs of black smoke when he actuated the fingers.

He immediately stepped between her legs as she drew him in by the neck. He was uncut and thick, and quickly had her quivering as wave after wave or pleasure washed through her. She felt the guy fucking her ass drive in deep, filling her bowels with hot, thick seed. She through her head back in another orgasm as he drew out. The next scramble was so fierce she was turned around and pressed against a tanned, curly haired woman with slightly saggy but still lovely breasts topped with long, rubbery nipples. She was pressed against the moaning woman and felt hands roughly pulling her hips back onto a waiting, thrusting cock.

Bridget nearly collapsed when the woman leaned forward and kissed her. Her body shook as her hands desperately sought out her womanly flesh even as the foreman drove into her relentlessly from behind, shaking cum from her body from his savagery. A deep, powerful vibration began to shake the entire building. Bridget held on, hearing the man roar as he fucked through her orgasm while the tremor in the building built in intensity. Bridget's mouth hung open and her eyes closed as her knees gave out while the vibration turned into the deafening roar of the air horn, barely half a mile away. She knelt there, shaking in unison with the building, her breath heavy.

When she finally raised her head, the workers were departing. Lunch was over.