Author: SerenaJ
Title: Fire Drill
Summary: One building. Three couples. How do they handle the
heat?
Keywords: MF, MM, FF, con, piv, oral, anal, job



Fire Drill


Couple #1 - Eighth Floor - FM

It's a quiet slow afternoon in the office when the fire alarm
goes off.

"This is a test of the emergency evacuation system. This is only
a test. Please exit the building and…"

The message blares from every phone in the office and speakers in
the hallway. The accompanying siren insures that every one - even
the deaf, even the dead - knows that an alarm has been tripped.

I groan and shut down my desk. I grab my purse; I refuse to be
stuck outside without my keys and wallet so I can go home. In the
hallway, I bump into you and the rest of our office. We get
checked off the list as 'safe' and sent outside to wait with the
other drones until the fire department or security or whomever
was being drilled give the all clear.

You chuckle.

"What?"

"Nothing."

I punch your shoulder. I love the fact that you can take a hit.
"Whaaat?"

"Nothing." You chuckle again. "I just wouldn't mind being
drilled. Or, at least doing some drilling."

"Pervert. I should hit you again."

"Hey, HR manager's right there. Go report me."

"I'll wait till you do something egregious."

"I should report you."

"Me? Why?"

"You assaulted me." You lean into me conspiratorially. "Besides
being near you always makes me…" you hesitate and in that few
seconds, I imagine your warmth around me "…uncomfortable."

"Really?" I shiver even though it's 75 out here. You make me
uncomfortable too. Too hot. "So go away."

"Nah." You grin. "Glutton for punishment."

We get the all clear and slowly the office begins to file into
the building. Five thousand drones surge toward the doors at
once. You pull me out of the crowd.

"We could take the stairs."

We both know that the door is locked on our floor. I don't think
you plan to walk to the eight stories. I let you lead me aside.
No one is watching as we slip into the side door.

I pull you to me and fall back against the hard, cold concrete
wall. You take the hint and crush my lips with yours. I want this
to take forever but I'm too hot.

"This is an emergency." I whisper.

"A fire drill." You gasp.

"Use the hose." I fight your belt buckle for only a second while
you lift my skirt and slip your fingers past my panties. "Put it
out."

"So hot." You sigh as I drench your hand already. "Melting."

I stretch almost painfully to wrap my leg around your waist and
allow you deepest access as you cock glides into me. My clit gets
tickled by your hair. The fire burns hotter. I've never been this
hot.

"Drill me." I moan. "Drill me. Drill me. Drill me." I feel you so
deeply, you must be drilling the wall too.

"Oh God." You groan against my lips. "I'm sorry. I'm there. So
hot."

I can feel you throbbing inside me. The hose bursts and liquid
fire fills me. I push my tongue more deeply into your mouth but I
still can't help crying out loudly. I can feel myself cumming,
tipping over the edge and crashing down in waves of flame. My leg
slips down. If you weren't pinning me against the wall, I'd
probably fall.

"You should have been a fireman." I pant.

"You should be arrested for arson." You answer.



Couple #2 - Ninth Floor - FF


I am washing my hands in the bathroom the fire alarm goes off.

"This is a test of the emergency evacuation system. This is only
a test. Please exit the building and…"

"Oh!" I hear from the anguished occupant of the other stall. "Eat
me."

I can't help grinning as the image of a juicy, flame-broiled,
'patty' is served up in my mind. I suspect that's not what you
meant.

You come out, and I duck my head so you don't see my grin.

"I saw that look." You bump me playfully away from the sink to
wash your hands. "Confess."

I shake my head, "It's bad."

"Knowing you, it's dirty," You laugh, "but it's just us in here;
give."

"OK, OK! I was just thinking, y'know, you said 'eat me'…"

You laugh, slightly embarrassed but more caught.

"… and fire alarms so I thought 'flame-broiled'."

"Mmmm. Juicy and hot."

We eye each other for a moment. I think I'm caught too.

"You know," you say after a moment, "if we leave this room, we'll
have to waste our afternoon going outside for no reason."

"You think they'll check the bathroom?" You shake your head.
"What if there's a real fire?"

"I think there is." You say softly. "I'm certainly feeling
flames."

"Yeah." Suddenly I'm breathless. Hot. The cool pull of you mouth
is irresistible. You tongue caress mine hungrily as I find myself
pushing you against the cool tile of the bathroom wall.

You fingers slip into my hair, holding me in place. Our breast
rub together and even through all the layer of clothing, I can
feel a thrill as my nipples tease yours. I can't taste enough of
you, I'm too frantic. Too hot. I want something cooling -
soothing….

I pull away from your mouth and slid down your body. Even the
skin of you arms and legs is hot to touch. The heat from you
pussy, under your skirt, inside your panties, melts me. I suck
softly. "Juicy." I whisper just loud enough for you to hear me.

"Flame broiled." You sigh in response. Your leg moves over my
shoulder, propping you up, wedging you between the wall and my
burning lips and tongue and giving me access to lick and suck
everything in sight. I hear you sigh softly; a small smoldering
sound not bold enough to express the molten lava you are bathing
my face in. The more I drink of you, the hotter I burn. "Oh God,"
you moan as you melt down the wall, "I'm burning up."

It's hard to follow you down but somehow we slid and twist until
you lie atop me. I feel,, for a moment, like a grill. I stick my
tongue deeply into your slit and like flame to meat, feel you
sizzle and drip. I nearly explode when you return the favor.
Instead of cooling me down, I heat up more. I suck your clit
feverishly as I realize that I can't take this. I'm incinerating.
I feel my whole body liquefy.

We lie on the tile bathroom floor, panting and groaning, both of
us sweating.

You chuckle. "What?" I find the breath to gasp.

"I was just thinking of pulling out the grill tonight."



Couple #3 - Tenth Floor - MM


You give me the go sign; I push the button.

"This is a test of the emergency evacuation system. This is only
a test. Please exit the building and…"

Around the building, thousands of people begin the process of
exiting the building through the stairs. I got the easy job.
Clear the top floor then monitor the camera's until the exercise
is finished. You've already done your part.

I take five minutes to walk our floor and see what I already knew
then call in the floor in as clear. Back at my desk, you're
sitting in my chair.

"You're in my seat." I say.

You snicker at that. "How many ways can I take that?"

Instantly, I feel flush as heat runs through me. If you want to
take it in the seat, I'll be happy to oblige. I move behind the
chair so you might not see the growing tent in my pants. "If
you're in my seat, you don't take it at all." I say then wish I
hadn't.

I hear the chair leather creak as I turn and drop the radio in
the charger with a click. You fit behind me just as tightly.
Suddenly, the room's too hot but I still want it hotter.

"Do you want me in your seat?" You ask softly. I can feel the
heat from you too.

I swallow hard. "We're in the middle of an evacuation drill."

"I got your drill right here." You say, grinding the tent in your
pants against the backdoor of mine. "We could evacuate." You slid
your hands around my hips and over the hard-on that's getting
harder by the second.

"The monitors…" I groan trying to convince myself that I'm not
burning for this. You respond by pulling me back a step and
turning me around. I lean forward on the back of my chair. Now I
can see the monitors fine. If I can keep my eyes on them. They
roll back as your hand opens my pants and slips in.

I can't help grinding my ass against your throbbing hard cock as
you squeeze and stroke me. You lean forward, putting your weight
on my back. "You feel like you're on fire."

"You make me hot." I whisper back.

Your hands are hot. Your lips on the back of my neck are hot. The
tip of your cock rubbing against my bare ass is hot. I don't
remember either of our pants hitting the floor but the lack of
clothing does nothing to cool the flames right now. All I want is
some air to cool down but I keep pushing against you and feeling
how hot you are.

"Ready to start the drill?" you ask with a voice loaded with both
passion and humor.

"All systems go." I reply. I have to laugh, "Hot spot to the
rear."

We both laugh for a moment. Then you push your hard cock into my
ass slowly. My legs melt and I lean heavily on the chair. "Oh
jeez!" we moan in tandem. I can feel my ass clinching in an
effort not to come this second. I can feel you throbbing inside
me as you work inch by inch back and forth.

As we pant and moan, I can hear the teams calling in and suddenly
feel our rhythm sync with the drill.

"<i>First floor, clear.</i>" "<i>Second floor, clear.</i>"
"<i>Third floor, clear.</i>" They climb the levels higher and
higher and you begin slamming me harder and faster. We both know
in a minute, I'm going to have to be on that radio. "<i>Seventh
floor, clear.</i>" "<i>Eighth floor, clear.</i>" I hear the radio
pull out of the charger. "<i>Ninth floor, clear.</i>" You shove
the radio into my hand and I manage to speak audibly, "Tenth
floor, clear."

We both burst as we hear the all clear. "This drill is complete."

I can't help turning around and kissing you. "Best drill I ever
had."


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