I left the high rise office feeling confident, absolutely nailing the interview. We’d had a rapport, the HR guy and I, and I just had the sense things were looking up.
I approached the lavish, ornately trimmed elevators and pressed the button, glancing out the wall-length windows. A boy could get used to working with that view. The city splayed out mathematically, coalescing into a satisfying grid.
The familiar *ding* alerted me to the elevator again as the car arrived. I snapped out of my dreamy state and headed towards the opened doors. An empty elevator. Excellent.
I pressed the button marked “Lobby” and set my back against the rear of the car. A soft *whoosh* followed as the doors closed and a gentle, swift descent began.
Just as I was letting the comforting zen of the quiet overtake me, the brakes delicately enabled and the car came to a stop again. The doors opened on the 30th floor and I raised my head to give whoever was waiting a visual greeting.
A breathtaking woman stood before me. Bleached blonde, piercingly blue eyes, a petite, athletic frame. About 5’8, I estimated, based on my 6’ frame. It was clear she’d been crying. Her undoubtedly once-perfect cat eye makeup had run partway down her face in a black and grey wash and her bright red lips were fixed partially into a grimace. She huffed discontentedly and entered the elevator, clearly wanting to be left alone.
“Hi,” I offered sheepishly. She nodded her head absently in my direction and sniffed.
She pressed the illuminated “Lobby” button again and the doors quietly hissed closed. The lift descended again, the awkward mood taking over.
We traveled in silence. I could hear her sniffling and at one point she reached into her handbag to retrieve a used tissue.
“Pardon me,” she began. “I’m just having -“
Her words were eviscerated by the loud screeching of metal as the car began to shake and sputter. We braced ourselves against the walls as the motions of the elevator got jerkier, slowed and then stopped abruptly. The sound of a stretched band filled the car as some force tested the might of the support cable.
“Fuck,” we said in unison. We smiled at each other, despite the fear we both felt.
“Perfect,” she said, the ire in voice palpable. “Just fucking perfect. This day, I swear.”
“Yeah this blows,” I added. I walked over to the panel and futilely tried pressing buttons to see if it would do anything.
“That work?” the woman chimed in sarcastically.
“Yeah I tried nothing and now I’m all outta ideas,” I replied.
“Ha classic Simpsons,” she said. A woman of culture, this one.
I smiled as I pressed the “Call” button. It rang and rang, eventually eliciting a response.
“Hello?” the intercom chimed.
“Hey yeah we’re stuck in between floors. Can you come get us out of here?”
“There’s – ..calling the – ..about an hour,” the box cracked, barely audible.
“What? An hour?!” the woman fumed. “Just fucking awesome.”
“I’m sorry, it will be an hour before we can get help?” I asked.
“Yeah. Sit tight. There’s – ..authorities.. -okay?”
“Great,” I flatly said into the intercom. “Thanks.”
“Well I hope you’re not claustrophobic,” I said to the woman. “We’re in here a bit, it seems.”
“God this is just the day I’m having. First Peter, now this.” She pulled her phone out of her purse. “Aaaaand no service, to boot. Fucking great.”
I nodded, looking at the “No Service” notification at the top of my phone’s screen. “Yup, same here.”
We stood in silence for a moment, the reality of the situation washing over us. The lights in the elevator flashed and for a moment I was sure they’d go out.
“I’m sorry,” she suddenly said. “This day has just gone to complete shit.”
I nodded. “It’s okay.” I extended my hand. “I’m Andre, nice to meet you.”
She took it and smiled. “Julia. You too.”
“Is everything okay? I mean, obviously this sucks,” I gestured generally to the elevator.
“Not really. I found out today my dumb boyfriend has been meeting girls off Tinder.” She wrinkles her face into a sneer. “*Ex* boyfriend, soon enough.”
“Oh geeze. That’s poor form,” I offered.
“That’s a nice way of putting it,” she scoffed. “I would’ve said ‘sabotaging the best ass he’ll ever get,’” she chuckled.
“Yeah what a dick move,” I said.
“Fucking matched with my coworker. Like I’m *not* gonna hear about it from her.”
“Wow, class act,” I replied, shaking my head.
She smiled. “Yeah. What kind of guy does something like that?”
“A dumb one?” I laughed.
She returned it. “Definitely a dumb one. Like, I get it. You wanna end things? Do it right.”
“Totally. That’s just weak. Sorry you’re dealing with that and that you have to be stuck in her with me.”
“It’s ok. You’re nice, thanks for listening.” She was wiping off her smudged makeup now. She’d pulled a compact from her purse and was opening her eyes and mouth widely, wiping them with another tissue. “Ugh, I’m a mess.”
“You look great to me,” I said genuinely.
“You’re sweet, thank you for saying that. I feel like a used diaper right now.”
“Hah what a shitty thing to say,” I retorted. We both laughed.
Suddenly, she approached me. She put her hand on my chest and got close to my face. “Hey, I’ve got an idea.”
Caught off guard, I stumbled a bit. “Oh, I..-.” She kissed me then, deep and forceful. Instantly snapping into it, I kissed her back, opening my mouth and pushing my tongue against hers. She was an amazing kisser.
I flipped out positions, putting her against the wall of the car and began kissing her neck. “Mmm,” she purred. I could feel the vibration through her throat.
I reached down and began to squeeze her breasts as I continued kissing and licking her neck. They were firm and sat high on her chest. Easily a C cup. Large, but not ostentatious. I pulled at the base of her blouse and instinctually she lifted her arms up so I could remove it. Her glorious tits bounced at the gesture. She had on a magnificent, lacy black bra. I admired it briefly as I cupped her tits over top of it. Her nipples were hard already.
In a flash, she slipped around me to the back and grabbed my hardening cock from behind. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck as she stroked me over top of my silky pants.
“Turn around,” she said. By the time I had, she was on her knees and as unbuttoning my pants.
In seconds, she’d undone my belt and pants and had them around my feet. My cock, now fully rigid, was outlined by my black briefs. She ran her long nails along the side of thickness and cooed.
“One thing, before you cum, I’ll get out my phone. I want you to shoot a video of you shooting it into my mouth. Okay?”
Dumbfounded and in a state of disbelief, I nodded. “You gonna swallow for me?” I croaked.
She smiled, and carefully pulled the elastic of my briefs around my cock until it was as free. “Mmm I am feeling thirsty,” she whispered. She looked up to me from her knees. “Way bigger than Peter’s,” she said, pulling my underwear to the floor.
She lifted my cock and began to lick a long, slow line from the base of my balls to the tip. The sensation was extraordinary. She knew exactly where to intensify and retract her tongue. Again, she licked from the base to the head, this time from another angle. When she reached my cock’s head, she flicked her tongue quickly. The sensitive spot just under the tip was in ecstasy. A bead of cum materialized from her actions. She lapped it up, smiling.
She stroked me softly and cupped my balls for a second before opening wide and taking me in deep. My entire cock was in her throat in a flash and I could feel her esophagus tightening around my thickness. She left my cock there and began to lick my balls. I couldn’t believe this was happening and especially found it amazing that some dude would cheat on a girl that gave head like this.
She slowly began to remove me from her throat, her collected saliva pooling all over my slicked cock. Using her hand to follow her mouth, she began bobbing up and down on it with clear intent, the small amount of cum fueling her work. In moments, I felt I was going to cum. But I had other holes to care to first.
I stopped her, pulled her up by the breasts and told her to face the wall.
“Oh, I kinda just thought I’d suck – “ her words were halted as I pulled her dress and panties down. I buried my face in her ass and connected my tongue with her clit immediately.
“Or..ooh..that’s good too,” she said softly, her face against the side of the elevator.
I spread her ass cheeks to get in deeper, using my tongue to probe inside her pussy. I reached my hand between her widely spread legs and began to use my thumb on her clit.
“Unhh yes!” she exclaimed. She was grinding into my face and her sweet scent overtook my senses. I stiffened my tongue and stuck it deep inside her, increasing the speed of my circular motions on her clit.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she yelled. She’d placed her arm over her mouth and the words were muffled.
I did stop, though. Confused, she turned her head. By then though, I’d positioned myself behind her. My cock, still covered in her spit and rigid as a board, aligned with her pussy perfectly.
At once, I pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her, entering her sloppy pussy fully in one motion.
“Unghhh,” she uttered. It was a primal sound.
I stopped kissing her and began to pump her hard. Her pussy was somehow incredibly tight and hugged my thick, veiny cock like a soft vice grip. Our bodies moved in unison: her pushing back and I pushed forward. I reached forward and began to lightly choke her as my thrusts increased in speed and ferocity.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled. “Fuck me deeper!”
Not one to hold back, I fucked her harder. My balls slapped against her wet leg, her pussy juices overflowing down. I could feel her getting close again, so I reached around and began to finger her clit. This pushed her over the edge.
“Please *please* let me cum!” she wailed.
I stopped again and pulled my cock out, dropping to knees.
“Wha-. Andre, please I *need* to cum.”
“Not yet,” I whispered, tonguing her ass.
“Ohh, I haven’t done that before..,” she trailed off. “Oooooh,” she said as I slipped a finger into her ass.
I stretched her ass a bit with my finger and gently massaged her clit. “You will today,” I said coyly, repositioning myself behind her.
“Be gentle,” she whispered, relegating herself to the experience.
I smiled and turned her head, kissing her lips. “Of course, baby.”
I spit on my hand and lubed my cock up a bit more. Gingerly, I placed my cock’s head at her asshole. It was lightly pursed, no doubt readying itself for the invasion.
Softly, I began to push it in. Julia at first retracted, but then began to push back on it. With a small amount of effort, it popped inside her. The sensation was explosive. Her ass was quite tight.
Gently, I began to push it in more. I continued rubbing her clit as I did, the motions working to soften the sharp sensation to her.
“Oohhhh,” she whispered.
“Yeah baby. You like this?”
“Oh god it feels so good. Go deeper.” She was in a state of bliss now.
I obliged, pushing my cock against her tight walls, pulling it partially out and then going deeper, massaging her engorged clit all the while.
“Okay baby, you can cum now,” I said casually. With that, I started truly fucking her ass. Less forcefully than her pussy, but still enough to make her squeal with each thrust.
I pushed my cock in the deepest it has been and left it there, focusing on her clit with my hand. After about five seconds, I felt her whole body tighten.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck,” she exclaimed, her body pulsing orgasms like blood through her body.
After a few more thrusts, I lessened my rubs of her clit. Her body was shaking, jerking with each touch. I relented, resisting the urge to make her cum again. It was my turn.
“Hey, get out your phone,” I said slyly.
Still in a state of orgasmic bliss, she giggled softly and reached for her bag.
“Ooh mama’s gonna be sore tomorrow,” she said, wincing slightly.
“You won’t forgot it that way,” I said back flirtatiously.
She smiled up to me and winked, handing me her iPhone. She’d already opened up the Video option.
She readied herself in front of me on her knees. “Okay, ready?” she beckoned.
“God yeah,” I said, my balls loaded with cum poised to fire.
“Okay, action!” she said. I hit the circular button to start filming.
Fully unfazed by the fact that I’d just had my cock in her ass, Julia again began to suck me deep, long and fast.
“Hey Peter,” she said, looking into the camera. I’d had her centered perfectly in frame. “You know how you always wanted to fuck my ass?”
She continued sucking me, squeezing the length to extract a touch of cum. She lapped it up.
“Well,” she said, between sucks, popping me audibly from her mouth. “..I just let some guy I just met do it.” More sucking. She slapped my cock across her face a few times.
“His cock is so much bigger than yours. Just *look* at it.” She stopped and displayed my cock in the frame. “Just a perfect, big cock.” She continued sucking again.
“And since you’re such a loyal, faithful man, heh. You’re gonna watch me swallow his cum.” She licked the head again. “And he fucked all of my holes. Remember that when you’re swiping right, moron.”
As if on cue, I felt the load moving from my balls and into my shaft. “Fuck, baby, here it comes,” I said from behind the camera.
“Oh yeah! Give it to me!” Julia said, stroking me and opening her mouth.
The first rope shot in a ridiculous arch, landing from her chin to her forehead, the bulk of falling directly on her outstretched tongue. Not to be inefficient, he pulled my cock closer to her mouth to catch the remaining jets as they fired off in quick succession. White gobs filled her mouth instantly, the built-up semen releasing freely. I was genuinely impressed with the amount. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in my life. Her filled mouth spilled over out the sides of her lips and she instinctively raised her hands to the corners to collect and scoop it inwards.
The pulses began to subside, my cock disappearing once again into her mouth. I could feel the head get coated with my own cum and then sucked clean as it came back out. She turned her head back and opened up to show me and the camera. A thick, white pool had collected there and slithered around as she balanced most of it on her tongue.
“Wis iv for oo Peeper,” she said into the camera, her words obstructed by her mouthful.
“Swallow it, Jules,” I said softly.
He closed her mouth and gulped loudly. And then again. It was quite a load. When finished, she opened up and showed an empty mouth, a few sinewy strands still collected between her top and bottom teeth.
“Ahhh,” she said. “Fuck you, Pete. And cut!”
I stopped filming and leaned back against the wall. “Holy *fuck* that was good,” I said, out of breath. “Amazing.”
Julia was wiping the bits of splashed cum from her forehead and nose, collecting them and licking her fingers. “Mmmm, that’s good cum. You like pineapple, eh? It’s sweet.”
I blushed a little. “Hah yeah I read that it makes your cum tastes good, so – “
We flinched as the elevator hissed and came back to life abruptly. The post-coital haze instantly lifting. Laughing, we quickly redressed. The shift in mood was clear as the elevator quickly descended to its planned destination, our discretion rapidly heading towards discovery.
“Holy shit, nice timing,” Julia said, tucking her blouse back into her skirt. She pulled out her compact and scanned for evidence on her face. Discovering some cum splatter, she wiped it clean, looking at me as she licked her fingers.
“Glad you like,” I observed.
“Oh, I like indeed,” she said, winking at me.
“Maybe we should do this again,” I said, the elevator coming to a stop as it finally reached the lobby.
“May*be*,” she said slyly. The doors opened and she whisked past the technicians that stood there to greet us.
“Miss..,” one of them began, but she was halfway across the lobby by that point. I noticed that she was now walking with a slight limp. I smiled to myself, knowing I’d caused that.
“She’s in a rush I guess, fellas,” I said to the two techs. They gave each other a look and I shrugged. “Julia had a fuck of a day.”
Going Down in the Elevator [M/F] [Public] -revised
I left the high rise office feeling confident, absolutely nailing the interview. We’d had a rapport, the HR guy and I, and I just had the sense things were looking up.
Approaching the lavish, ornately trimmed elevators, I glanced out the wall-length windows and pressed the “down” button. A boy could get used to working with that view. The city splayed out mathematically, coalescing into a satisfying grid.
The familiar *ding* alerted me to the elevator again as the car arrived. I snapped out of my dreamy state and headed towards the opened doors. An empty elevator. Excellent.
I pressed the button marked “Lobby” and set my back against the rear of the car. A soft *whoosh* followed as the doors closed and a gentle, swift descent began.
Just as I was letting the comforting zen of the quiet overtake me, the brakes delicately enabled and the car came to a stop again. The doors opened on the 30th floor and I raised my head to give whoever was waiting a visual greeting.
A breathtaking woman stood before me. Bleached blonde, piercingly blue eyes, a petite, athletic frame. About 5’8, I estimated, based on my 6’ frame. It was clear she’d been crying. Her undoubtedly once-perfect cat eye makeup had run partway down her face in a black and grey wash and her bright red lips were fixed partially into a grimace. She huffed discontentedly and entered the elevator, clearly wanting to be left alone.
“Hi,” I offered sheepishly. She nodded her head absently in my direction and sniffed.
She pressed the illuminated “Lobby” button again and the doors quietly hissed closed. The lift descended again, the awkward mood taking over.
We traveled in silence. I could hear her sniffling and at one point she reached into her handbag to retrieve a used tissue.
“Pardon me,” she began. “I’m just having -“
Her words were eviscerated by the loud screeching of metal as the car began to shake and sputter. We braced ourselves against the walls as the motions of the elevator got jerkier, slowed and then stopped abruptly. The sound of a stretched band filled the car as some force tested the might of the support cable.
“Fuck,” we said in unison. We smiled at each other, despite the fear we both felt.
“Perfect,” she said, the ire in her voice palpable. “Just fucking perfect. This day, I swear.”
“Yeah this blows,” I added. I walked over to the panel and futilely tried pressing buttons to see if it would do anything.
“That work?” the woman chimed in sarcastically.
“Yeah I tried nothing and now I’m all outta ideas,” I replied.
“Ha classic Simpsons,” she said. A woman of culture, this one.
I smiled as I pressed the “Call” button. It rang and rang, eventually eliciting a response.
“Hello?” the intercom chimed.
“Hey yeah we’re stuck in between floors. Can you come get us out of here?”
“There’s – ..calling the – ..about an hour,” the box cracked, barely audible.
“What? An hour?!” the woman fumed. “Just fucking awesome.”
“I’m sorry, it will be an hour before we can get help?” I asked.
“Yeah. Sit tight. There’s – ..authorities.. -okay?”
“Great,” I flatly said into the intercom. “Thanks.”
“Well I hope you’re not claustrophobic,” I said to the woman. “We’re in here a bit, it seems.”
“God this is just the day I’m having. First Peter, now this.” She pulled her phone out of her purse. “Aaaaand no service, to boot. Fucking technology.”
I nodded, looking at the “No Service” notification at the top of my phone’s screen. “Yup, same here.”
We stood in silence for a moment, the reality of the situation washing over us. The lights in the elevator flashed and for a moment I was sure they’d go out.
“I’m sorry,” she suddenly said. “This day has just gone to complete shit.”
I nodded. “It’s okay.” I extended my hand. “I’m Andre, nice to meet you.”
She took it and smiled. “Julia. You too.”
“Is everything okay? I mean, obviously this sucks,” I gestured generally to the elevator.
“Not really. I found out today my dumb boyfriend has been meeting girls off Tinder.” She wrinkles her face into a sneer. “*Ex* boyfriend, soon enough.”
“Oh geeze. That’s poor form,” I offered.
“That’s a nice way of putting it,” she scoffed. “I would’ve said ‘sabotaging the best ass he’ll ever get,’” she chuckled.
“Yeah what a dick move,” I said.
“Fucking matched with my coworker. Like I’m *not* gonna hear about it from her.”
“Wow, smooth move, moron,” I replied, shaking my head.
She smiled. “Yeah. What kind of guy does something like that?”
“A dumb one?” I laughed.
She returned it. “Definitely a dumb one. Like, I get it. You wanna end things? Do it right.”
“Totally. That’s just weak. Sorry you’re dealing with that and that you have to be stuck in here with me.”
“It’s ok. You’re nice, thanks for listening.” She was wiping off her smudged makeup now. She’d pulled a compact from her purse and was opening her eyes and mouth widely, wiping them with another tissue. “Ugh, I’m a mess.”
“You look great to me,” I said genuinely.
“You’re sweet, thank you for saying that. I feel like a used diaper right now.”
“Hah what a shitty thing to say,” I retorted. We both laughed.
Suddenly, she approached me. She put her hand on my chest and got close to my face. “Hey, I’ve got an idea.”
Caught off guard, I stumbled a bit. “Oh, I..-.” She kissed me then, deep and forceful. Instantly snapping into it, I kissed her back, opening my mouth and pushing my tongue against hers. She was an amazing kisser.
I flipped our positions, putting her against the wall of the car and began kissing her neck. “Mmm,” she purred. I could feel the vibration through her throat.
I reached down and began to squeeze her breasts as I continued kissing and licking her neck. They were firm and sat high on her chest. Easily a C cup. Large, but not ostentatious. I pulled at the base of her blouse and instinctually she lifted her arms up so I could remove it. Her glorious tits bounced at the gesture. She had on a magnificent, lacy black bra. I admired it briefly as I cupped her tits over top of it. Her nipples were hard already.
In a flash, she slipped around me to the back and grabbed my hardening cock from behind. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck as she stroked me over top of my silky pants.
“Turn around,” she said. By the time I had, she was on her knees and unbuttoning my pants.
In seconds, she’d undone my belt and pants and had them around my feet. My cock, now fully rigid, was outlined by my black briefs. She ran her long nails along the side of its thickness and cooed.
“One thing, before you cum, I’ll get out my phone. I want you to shoot a video of you shooting it into my mouth. Okay?”
Dumbfounded and in a state of disbelief, I nodded. “You gonna swallow for me?” I croaked.
She smiled, and carefully pulled the elastic of my briefs around my cock until it was as free. “Mmm I am feeling thirsty,” she whispered. She looked up to me from her knees. “Way bigger than Peter’s,” she said, pulling my underwear to the floor.
She lifted my cock and began to lick a long, slow line from the base of my balls to the tip. The sensation was extraordinary. She knew exactly where to intensify and retract her tongue. Again, she licked from the base to the head, this time from another angle. When she reached my cock’s head, she flicked her tongue quickly. The sensitive spot just under the tip was in ecstasy. A bead of cum materialized from her actions. She lapped it up, smiling.
She stroked me softly and cupped my balls for a second before opening wide and taking me in deep. My entire cock was in her throat in a flash and I could feel her esophagus tightening around my thickness. She left my cock there and began to lick my balls. I couldn’t believe this was happening and especially found it amazing that some dude would cheat on a girl that gave head like this.
She slowly began to remove me from her throat, her collected saliva pooling all over my slicked cock. Using her hand to follow her mouth, she began bobbing up and down on it with clear intent, the small amount of cum fueling her work. In moments, I felt I was going to cum. But I had other holes to care to first.
I stopped her, pulled her up by the breasts and told her to face the wall.
“Oh, I kinda just thought I’d suck – “ her words were halted as I pulled her skirt and panties down. I buried my face in her ass and connected my tongue with her clit immediately.
“Or..ooh..that’s good too,” she said softly, her face against the side of the elevator.
I spread her ass cheeks to get in deeper, using my tongue to probe inside her pussy. I reached my hand between her widely spread legs and began to use my thumb on her clit.
“Unhh yes!” she exclaimed. She was grinding into my face and her sweet scent overtook my senses. I stiffened my tongue and stuck it deep inside her, increasing the speed of my circular motions on her clit.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she yelled. She’d placed her arm over her mouth and the words were muffled.
I did stop, though. Confused, she turned her head. By then though, I’d positioned myself behind her. My cock, still covered in her spit and rigid as a board, aligned with her pussy perfectly.
At once, I pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her, entering her sloppy pussy fully in one motion.
“Unghhh,” she uttered. It was a primal sound.
I stopped kissing her and began to pump her hard. Her pussy was somehow incredibly tight and hugged my thick, veiny cock like a soft vice grip. Our bodies moved in unison: her pushing back and I pushed forward. I reached forward and began to lightly choke her as my thrusts increased in speed and ferocity.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she yelled. “Fuck me deeper!”
Not one to hold back, I fucked her harder. My balls slapped against her wet leg, her pussy juices overflowing down. I could feel her getting close again, so I reached around and began to finger her clit. This pushed her over the edge.
“Please *please* let me cum!” she wailed.
I stopped again and pulled my cock out, dropping to knees.
“Wha-. Andre, please I *need* to cum.”
“Not yet,” I whispered, tonguing her ass.
“Ohh, I haven’t done that before..,” she trailed off. “Oooooh,” she said as I slipped a finger into her ass.
I stretched her ass a bit with my finger and gently massaged her clit. “You will today,” I said coyly, repositioning myself behind her.
“Be gentle,” she whispered, relegating herself to the experience.
I smiled and turned her head, kissing her lips. “Of course, baby.”
I spit on my hand and lubed my cock up a bit more. Gingerly, I placed my cock’s head at her asshole. It was lightly pursed, no doubt readying itself for the invasion.
Softly, I began to push it in. Julia at first retracted, but then began to push back on it. With a small amount of effort, it popped inside her. The sensation was explosive. Her ass was quite tight.
Gently, I began to push it in more. I continued rubbing her clit as I did, the motions working to soften the sharp sensation to her.
“Oohhhh,” she whispered.
“Yeah baby. You like this?”
“Oh god it feels so good. Go deeper.” She was in a state of bliss now.
I obliged, pushing my cock against her tight walls, pulling it partially out and then going deeper, massaging her engorged clit all the while.
“Okay baby, you can cum now,” I said casually. With that, I started truly fucking her ass. Less forcefully than her pussy, but still enough to make her squeal with each thrust.
I pushed my cock in the deepest it has been and left it there, focusing on her clit with my hand. After about five seconds, I felt her whole body tighten.
“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck,” she exclaimed, her body pulsing orgasms like blood through her body.
After a few more thrusts, I lessened my rubs on her clit. Her body was shaking, jerking with each touch. I relented, resisting the urge to make her cum again. It was my turn.
“Hey, get out your phone,” I said slyly.
Still in a state of orgasmic bliss, she giggled softly and reached for her bag.
“Ooh mama’s gonna be sore tomorrow,” she said, wincing slightly.
“You won’t forget it that way,” I said back flirtatiously.
“Like I would,” she smiled up to me and winked, handing me her iPhone. She’d already opened up the Video option.
She readied herself in front of me on her knees. “Okay, ready?” she beckoned.
“God yeah,” I said, my balls loaded with cum, poised to fire.
“Okay, action!” she said. I hit the circular button to start filming.
Fully unfazed by the fact that I’d just had my cock in her ass, Julia again began to suck me deep, long and fast.
“Hey Peter,” she said, looking into the camera. I’d had her centered perfectly in frame. “You know how you always wanted to fuck my ass?”
She continued sucking me, squeezing the length to extract a touch of cum. She lapped it up.
“Well,” she said, between sucks, popping me audibly from her mouth. “..I just let some guy I just met do it.” More sucking. She slapped my cock across her face a few times.
“His cock is so much bigger than yours. Just *look* at it.” She stopped and displayed my cock in the frame. “Just a perfect, big cock.” She continued sucking again.
“And since you’re such a loyal, faithful man, heh. You’re gonna watch me swallow his cum.” She licked the head again. “And he fucked all of my holes. Remember that when you’re swiping right, moron.”
As if on cue, I felt the load moving from my balls and into my shaft. “Fuck, baby, here it comes,” I said from behind the camera.
“Oh yeah! Give it to me!” Julia said, stroking me and opening her mouth.
The first rope shot in a ridiculous arc, landing from her chin to her forehead, the bulk falling directly on her outstretched tongue. Not to be inefficient, he pulled my cock closer to her mouth to catch the remaining jets as they fired off in quick succession. White gobs filled her mouth instantly, the built-up semen releasing freely. I was genuinely impressed with the amount. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much in my life. Her filled mouth spilled over out the sides of her lips and she instinctively raised her hands to the corners to collect and scoop it inwards.
The pulses began to subside, my cock disappearing once again into her mouth. I could feel the head get coated with my own cum and then sucked clean as it came back out. She pivoted her head back and opened up to show me and the camera. A thick, white pool had collected there and slithered around as she balanced most of it on her tongue.
“Wis iv for oo Peeper,” she said into the camera, her words obstructed by her mouthful.
“Swallow it, Jules,” I said softly.
He closed her mouth and gulped loudly. And then again. It was quite a load. When finished, she opened up and showed an empty mouth, a few sinewy strands still collected between her top and bottom teeth.
“Ahhh,” she said. “Fuck you, Pete. And cut!”
I stopped filming and leaned back against the wall. “Holy *fuck* that was good,” I said, out of breath. “Amazing.”
Julia was wiping the bits of splashed cum from her forehead and nose, collecting them and licking her fingers. “Mmmm, that’s good cum. You like pineapple, eh? It’s sweet.”
I blushed a little. “Hah yeah I read that it makes your cum tastes good, so – “
We flinched as the elevator hissed and came back to life abruptly. The post-coital haze instantly lifted. Laughing, we quickly redressed. The shift in mood was clear as the elevator quickly descended to its planned destination, our discretion rapidly heading towards discovery.
“Holy shit, nice timing,” Julia said, tucking her blouse back into her skirt. She pulled out her compact and scanned for evidence on her face. Discovering some cum splatter, she wiped it clean, looking at me as she licked her fingers.
“Glad you like,” I observed.
“Oh, I like indeed,” she said, winking at me.
“Maybe we should do this again,” I said, the elevator coming to a stop as it finally reached the lobby.
“May*be*,” she said slyly. The doors opened and she whisked past the technicians that stood there to greet us.
“Miss..,” one of them began, but she was halfway across the lobby by that point. I noticed that she was now walking with a slight limp. I smiled to myself, knowing I’d caused that.
“She’s in a rush I guess, fellas,” I said to the two techs. They gave each other a look and I shrugged. “Julia had a fuck of a day.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uze53u/elevator_going_down_mf
Mint story, so hot