My [F]un elevator ride with a guy[M] at uni my freshman year

I haven’t always been a slut. I was raised to be sweet and innocent. That’s probably what pushed me. My parents actually told me I was forbidden from dating until I was 18. I was pressured into signing a contract they typed up pledging my virginity to the man I married. With that framed signature I was also given a promise ring. I was 14. It was growing up in this household that made me crave what I was not allowed to ask about, to think about, to act on.

I moved out as soon as I graduated from high school into an apartment style dorm on my campus. Of course in high school I got high, fucked around, but only a little because I had to sneak around my parents. When I was on my own I no longer had to hope my mom didn’t know I had cum on my breath as I avoided her questions of why I was home so late on my way to my room.

I went to parties, I got high, I blacked out, I flirted like hell and loved the attention I got in return. It was one of those nights where my memories fade in and out that I found myself risking my future for some freaky dick.

He was 5’10” with reddish brown hair and warm brown eyes. Slim but defined with strong hands and a sharp jawline. I’m 5’1” 125 lbs with small B cups on top and a semi curvy ass. 34-25-37.

It was a couple years ago now but in thinking about it, I can still feel him pull me in to face him, both of us tipsy, grabbing one of my titties and I laughed from embarrassment of the idea of getting caught. I knew a lot of my neighbors. We were on our way back to my place but he stopped me to slide one of his hands around my waist and another around my neck as he roughly kissed me forcing his tongue into mine, fighting for the control he wanted over me.

I don’t remember much of what we said. Either we really were too busy with each other’s bodies to use words or my memory is filled with the important parts. Nevertheless, after groping my tits and aggressively kissing me he slid his hand down my shorts, and traced my lips. I was so very wet. I remember that breaking his harsh control vibe he was putting on and smiling a little. He looked over down the walkway where we came up, kissed me again, and then with his arms around me, led me to the elevator.

We were on a high floor and it was about 3am, but 3am on a college campus is much more alive than 3am in a suburban neighborhood. I knew where this was going at this point. The doors opened. Up until now we hadn’t seen anyone and I was loving him taking charge so I trusted him and stepped in. I walked in and turned around. He put a hand on the elevator wall just above my head and leaned in. As soon as the doors closed his hands wrapped around my waist and neck again, pressing me against the wall and not allowing for me to move anywhere if I had wanted to.

One of his hands went for my pussy again, covering his fingers in my pussy as I got wetter with excitement. I started to undo my pants when he pushed my hands off and did it himself nearly breaking the zipper but much quicker than I was doing. I thought he was going to face me and fuck but he pushed me away and turned me around. I grabbed the rails and waited. He leaned over my back and asked me if how much I wanted to take it. That, I definitely remember. I begged him to and he grabbed my throat and my waist and slid in quickly, railing me over and over. I came quickly thinking about how easy it would be for someone to just need a ride down and the doors would open and reveal us. I came again as my juices trickled down my thighs and I watched drops hit the floor. Sorry maintenance lol

He turned me around and forced me to my knees, grabbing my ponytail and shoving himself deep inside my throat. I gagged immediately. That embarrassed me and I wanted to show him I could take it so I put my hands on his hips and tried to force him in deep over and over again. I had my own cum running down my mouth when he yanked me up by my hair and lifted me to the railing. I’m pretty flexible so I was able to spread my legs and hold myself up while he slammed into me again and again. The whole time I was trying to be quiet and moaning into my hands or his hands, once he got fed up with the racket I was making.

He was getting close so he whipped me around again and I bent over and grabbed the railings as he drove it deep in my pussy, forcing more of my juices out, quickly pounding me until pulled out and came all over my ass.

I was too exhausted to move after that. So absolutely sensitive, barely trembling while holding myself up. We probably stood there another 20 seconds gasping and breathing hard, taking it all in. I threw my shirt back on and gathered the rest of my clothes in my arms and he hit the open doors button. We didn’t get caught. I couldn’t believe it. I giggled all the way back to my place where we showered and he stayed the night.

My roommates got fed up with these late night antics by the end of it but I sure enjoyed myself. Sometimes I shake my head thinking about what could’ve happened if we had been seen on a college campus by young students. Would’ve ruined our lives for sure. That was the first and only time I’ve had sex in an elevator. I would most definitely do that again, but maybe not at school lol

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a10zv7/my_fun_elevator_ride_with_a_guym_at_uni_my