Something About Elevators - Sex Stories

Something About Elevators

... as he began thrusting. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, my feet dangling off the floor, and I was being fucked. With each pump he said in my ear, “Your. Pussy. Is. Mine. Now.” I wasn’t going to argue as he was fucking me silly. I just moaned and savored the moment. I was so caught up in the magical spell of what we were doing that I hadn’t realized he was fucking me bareback or that I was cheating on Charles. All I cared about was his cock deep in my pussy, fucking me like a cheap whore. The air was filled with the scent his cologne and raw sex as we fucked. In the dim light of the elevator, we fucked like a pair of animals. Grunting, moaning, fucking. Samuel kissed me with the same force he fucked me with, building my orgasm to new heights. The final straw was his finger invading my ass, pushing me over the edge. I screamed as my body exploded with sexual release. Samuel kept pumping even as I felt my inner walls clamp down and squeeze his cock. Then, without warning he pulled out and dropped me to the cold floor with a thud. He grabbed my hair harshly, causing me to cry out and stuffed his cock into my mouth. A moment later my mouth was filled with the taste of my pussy and his sticky sweet cum. He fucked my mouth the way he had fucked my pussy. I swallowed his seed, drinking down the sweet and salty treat. Once his cock had softened, he pulled out and the lights came on. I knew the cameras would be working, so I quickly put my bra back into place and buttoned my ...

... blouse and vest. I looked around but my thong was nowhere to be found. Samuel put his cock back into his pants and picked up his jacket as I stood up. The emergency phone rang, I stepped over and answered. “Hello?” “Oh shit!” said the man’s voice on the other end. “Someone’s in there?” “Two someones,” I replied. Samuel smiled wickedly, hiding his laugh. “We’ll get you two out as quickly as possible. Is anyone hurt?” “You hurt?” I asked Samuel. “My cock is soft, but otherwise I’m fine,” he said. I rolled my eyes at him then said, “No, we’re fine.” “Okay, we’ll have you two moving in a moment.” I hung up the phone, then asked, “Where is my thong?” “You mean, ‘my thong’ now don’t you?” I rolled my eyes again. “Fine, whatever.” A moment later, the elevator moved and soon the doors slid open. We stepped off and headed to the stairs. At least we were on the tenth floor so I only had to hike up one flight of stairs. I was greeted by my coworkers who were worried about me, and Samuel disappeared into my past. I assured everyone I was fine and had to fill out a mountain of paperwork about the incident in the elevator where I neglected my naughty encounter with Samuel. I’m sure he had to do much of the same. The remainder of my day was me fielding questions about my time in the elevator. Everyone wanted to know if I was scared, bored, etc. I had a hard time focusing because I was too busy dealing with my guilt about what I had done to Charles. I allowed myself to cheat on him because on ...