[Note: First time I really take the time to write an erotic story, so it’s with some apprehension that I share it with you! Also, English is not my native language, so I apologize if some turns of phrase seem strange or if there are mistakes/typos.]
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You both approach the skyscraper, it seemed immense from afar, but once at its feet, its height makes you light-headed. In front of you stand three elevator shafts, all completely glassed in, rising up into the sky. He stands at your side, calm and confident, his presence is imposing, both intimidating and reassuring. He is more taller than you, he dominates you with his stature as well as his aura. His hand holds your wrist, with a firm but gentle grip to assert that you are his, at all times. His touch and pressure on your skin electrifies you. He walks with you into the middle glass elevator. The moon hangs in the sky, the night enveloped the town, making it eerily quiet. The city lies as far as the eye could see, its myriad of light creates a complex glowing web, meandering along the streets. This bright embroidery flickers, sparkles, like a luminous and incandescent pulse. They are its breath, the city never sleeps. As the doors close shut, a slight shiver runs through you as you continue to reflect upon the scene. The glazed space is filled with moonlight, your bodies are touched by its gleam. A smooth glow comes from the ceiling’s neon lights. He is next to you, his hand caresses your neck. He presses one of the buttons and the elevator slowly begins its ascent. You gaze out across the city, leaning against him, you embrace the moment.
As the sexual tension between the two of you increases, a strong longing takes over your mind. Without saying a word, he leans towards you, and pushes you, firmly, against the glazed wall. He keeps you in place tightly, your body finds no release, you can only endure his sexual dominance. Shivers run down your spine as your soft skin meets the cold glass. His hand runs over your shoulder, then your collarbone, you quiver at its touch on your flesh, lingers on your collar, which he fiddles with his fingers, a smirk on his face. He stares deep into your eyes. You know what he wants. He suddenly wraps his hand around your throat, and squeezes lightly. You gasp a little, your body still trembles, but not with fear. He grabs your chin, lifts it in his direction, forcing you to maintain eye contact. You feel exquisitely helpless under his gaze.
“You are mine, never forget it whore”, he claims with confidence while tightening his hand around your throat, “Mine” he repeats.
You can’t speak, but your eyes say everything for you. He slowly releases his grip on your neck while holding you firmly against the wall. You stand there, your breath held, your body tingling with excitement. He knows perfectly well the hold he has on you, and you let it totally overwhelm you.
“I will fuck that little throat of yours until it hurts”, he says with a deep voice, “and you will love every moment of it”, he pauses for a few seconds, “then I will do it again.”
As you hear his words, you feel a warm sensation course through your body. It is exquisite, you embrace it.
“Yes, Sir”, you answer, submissively, “as many times as you want, as long as you want, until you are fully satisfied”.
“Exactly, until I’m fully satisfied” he pushes a button to make the elevator stop. “And, I *will* take my time whore” he adds, emphasizing the word will.
You don’t wait for him to ask, you get on your knees in front of him. He likes it when you act on your own by acknowledging your place, all you want to do is please him.
“Good whore” he whispers.
His deep and confident voice always makes you melt, you feel both vulnerable and empowered. Your body tenses up as you wait for his next move, still holding his gaze. He looks at you with intensity, slowly sliding a finger into your mouth. You eagerly open it as he gently pushes your tongue with his finger. You know that for him it’s a way of telling you what’s coming next and to claim that mouth and throat as his.
“I want to look into your eyes while I fuck your throat”, he says with a wicked voice, “so hold still and stare at me while I stretch it out”.
You nod, your body shivers with excitement and anticipation. He unbuckles his belt, he smiles to see you so eager and willing to satisfy him. He slides his pants down and steps out of them, finally revealing his his fully hard cock to you. His hand runs through your hair while the other grabs his cock. He gyrates his cock in your face, rubbing the head against your lips, just out of reach. You open your mouth slightly and wait.
He pushes the head of his cock into your mouth, “good whore, open up”.
You do as you are told and open it, he slowly slides into your mouth. He grabs your hair more firmly and continues to thrust in and out of your mouth as you struggle to take all of his cock. You gag a few times, he really seems to enjoy it. As you gulp, and breathe through your nose he roughly starts to push further into your throat.
“Take it all, whore”, he orders as he holds your head, “I own your throat now”.
You helplessly open your mouth as wide as you can.You gag loudly and start coughing. You try to relax your throat muscles and accept his length, hoping he will eventually slide all the way in. Your eyes water as you stare at his dark gaze looking down at you. He forces your head back, finally he sliding his cock all the way down. He moans deeply as he feels your delicate flesh stretched to accommodate him. When his cock hits the back of your throat, you can’t repress a small cry of pain mingled with a moan of pleasure.
“Hmm. Look at you, how beautiful and appropriate it is to see your tight throat fully and rightly filled with my cock” he says, satisfied.
You gasp for air as he withdraws his cock out of your throat, that is already sore after its ruthless thrusts.
“But ‘I’m not done with that sweet throat of yours, not yet”, no sooner does he say those words than he shoves his cock deep inside your mouth again, while you are still a little dazed and breathless.
You feel his thickness hit the back of your throat once more. He goes faster and faster, you barely have time to catch your breath between each thrust. Knowing that he is using you mouth for his own satisfaction fills your body with thrilling sensations and the pain from his cock stretching your throat gives way to pleasure. You try to convey this to him, making desperate and loudly noises, he is loving it and is only getting harder.
“Look at my cock sliding in and out of your pretty throat”.
As he keeps abusing your throat with a fierce intensity, another elevator gradually moves down, and will soon reach your height. The second glass cage is less than two meters away from yours. You dare not look away, you are not allowed to, you maintain the eye contact. However, you can perceive the presence of people inside, but you couldn’t tell exactly how many there are. The glow of the other elevator’s neon lights, dimly reflects on both of your bodies, telling you that they are at the same level as you and that they might see absolutely everything.
A brief feeling of embarrassment seizes you, but is quickly supplanted by a thrill of adrenaline running down your spine. You have no idea if they are peeking at you or what they might be thinking, but only one overwhelming and powerful thought crosses your mind at that very moment. You want to give yourself to the fullest. You need to show them what a good whore you are. You crave to show you are satisfying him fully by being rightly and roughly filled and used.
You push your head back as far as you can, opening your throat wide and choking on his cock.
He quickly understands what your intentions are, you can see a glimmer of lust and pride in his eyes.
“Show them, show how much of a good whore you are, they only get to enjoy it for a few seconds, let’s make it worthwhile” he whispers in your ear, as he keeps pounding your throat.
With your mouth stuffed, you can’t answer, but let out a muffled sound as a yes. As you mentally prepare yourself for what’s to come, a sweet and aching apprehension overtaking you.
He smiles, “good. They and the city will witness.”
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There is, indeed, a sequel, in my mind, but I haven’t finished writing it yet, so for now it will be just a little glimpse! But I hope, nonetheless, that it has entertained you a little so far! Like I said it’s my first try so, please, don’t be too harsh ahah ! Any feedback will be appreciated, (if you want to share them in DM/chat, I would prefer to be contacted on my “main” NSFW account u/LittleBigOwl_ this one is just a throwaway!)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nny2d5/the_city_will_witness_ds_mf_facefuck_deepthroat