Service Elevator

A glance out her office window told her that she’d worked too late. Again. The office tower across the road had dark windows which meant that it was at least midnight and the automatic timers had engaged.

Emily turned her wrist, narrowed a look at her watch. Yup. Twelve-fifteen.

She hooked her bag over her arm and walked out to the elevator. Working late was not an anomaly for Emily Grant, so walking through the office in complete silence, flanked by dark offices, didn’t bother her. She rather liked it. There was a general exodus around six o’clock, which made it easier to accomplish tasks that required her undivided focus. By eight, the place was empty.

She pushed through the secure glass doors into the corridor, pressed the down button. She was tired but had accomplished much more than she had expected. The proposal was finished and she could present it to the board on Monday. She was confident they would like her ideas and move to make the changes she was suggesting.

She closed her eyes, took in a cleansing breath, and let it out in a disappointed sigh when she heard footsteps. She knew everyone in her office was gone—had been gone for hours—so whoever was working late was with the investment firm across the hall.

Emily cursed the slow elevator. Now she would have to share the ride with a stranger. Not that she was concerned for her safety. She could look after herself. But she would have to make Small Talk and, dammit, it was too fucking late for that.

“Oh, hey.” Tall and lean, he wore a charcoal suit with a vibrant yellow and orange tie. He carried a leather briefcase. Emily recalled his name was Frank. He’d introduced himself the first time they’d met at the elevator several months ago. She’d had the hi-how-are-you-nice-weather-we’re-having conversation with him almost every day since then. The mundane had recently shifted to flirting, but it was still late. Not to mention, she had a bottle of chardonnay chilling at home and she could hear it calling her name.

He grinned at her. “We seem to be on the same schedule.”

She noticed the dimple this time. It softened his look, which was all dark and broody, a little dangerous. God help her, but bad boys had always been her weakness.

He pressed the down button.

“Why do people do that?” Emily asked.

He frowned at her. “Do what?”

“Press the elevator button when it’s already been pushed. The elevator isn’t going to get here any faster if you push the button several times.”

“Yes it will.” And to make his point, he pressed the button once more.

Emily let out a surprised laugh when the elevator chimed its arrival. “Well, it appears you have magic hands.” Oh god! Did she just say that?!

He held his arm out to keep the doors open. “I do,” he murmured as she eased by him.

She licked her lips. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that late.

Frank’s finger hovered over the service button and he glanced over at her, lifted one eyebrow in question.

No, it wasn’t late at all, Emily thought, and nodded her consent.

Her smile bloomed as the elevator stopped between floors and the lighting shifted to a dim emergency glow.

He pressed her against the elevator wall, pulled her chin down with his thumb. His mouth was hot and greedy against hers, his tongue offering promises.

As he devoured her mouth, one hand cupped her breast, squeezed her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress, the thin silk of her bra.

“I know we don’t have much time,” he murmured against her mouth. “Security will be checking on the elevator.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Forget the preamble.” She was desperate to feel him insider her.

He tipped his head back and smiled at her. “Oh, we’re going to preamble, darling. It’s just going to be fast. It’s all going to be fast and brutal.”

“Good,” was all she managed before he dropped to his knees and shoved up her skirt.

He yanked the silk panties aside and clamped his mouth on her pussy. He pressed her thighs apart with his elbows, spread her lips with his thumbs.

Emily held onto his head for balance—or maybe it was to keep him in place—as his mouth, tongue and teeth all ravaged her pussy until she was an incoherent puddle.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The whispered chant was all she could manage.

Frank eased two fingers into her and the explosion was instant. Relentless, he fucked into her, sucked on her clit as her cunt convulsed around his fingers.

He stood up, sucked his fingers into his mouth. “Delicious.”

She reached for him. “I bet you are, too.”

He brushed her hands aside. “As much as I want to fuck your mouth, we don’t have time for that.” He unbuttoned his pants, drew down the zipper, let them drop to the floor. He made no comment to the fact that he was commando.

He boosted Emily up and she wrapped her legs around him, his cock finding her cunt like a missile. He held her against the wall and she held onto his shoulders. He rammed into her with a fevered frenzy that had her edging in seconds.

“You’re gonna make me cum again.”

His fingers dug into her hips. “Right there with you.”

With a final thrust, he emptied into her. She could feel his cock pulse inside her cunt as her own orgasm vibrated through her.

He pressed his mouth against hers, taking the kiss deep as he pulled out. He arranged her panties, pulled down the skirt of her dress. He pulled up his trousers, lifted the zipper, looped the button.

He kept his eyes on hers as he reached for the security button and released the elevator. He kissed her until the elevator reached the lobby.

When the doors opened, two security guards were waiting.

“Are you okay, Miss? Sir?”

Frank looked over at her. “You okay?” She could see the ghost of a smile play at his lips.

“I’m okay.”

Frank grinned at the security guard. “We’re okay.”

He stepped aside as the guards rushed into the elevator to ensure its safety.

“I’m working late again on Tuesday,” he said to Emily. Loud enough, she realized, for the guards to hear. “If you want, I’ll wait for you. Make you sure you go down safely.”

She smiled at his choice of words.

“I look forward to it.”

What she wants

I wait until she’s dressed; the pretty silk blouse and frilly floral skirt.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her.

She smiles. Blushes.

“Turn around.” I rotate my hand in the air, thrust my chin at her.

She sucks in a breath, but turns.

I push up her skirt to find her bare bottom. “Good girl.”

I brush my fingers over her pussy.

“Oh, Jesus, sweetheart. And you’re so wet."

"You make me wet." Her voice is breathy, barely a whisper.

I smile. "You’re about to get wetter."

I press my mouth against her pussy, savor the salty-sweetness that is hers.

She bends over, her legs wide and I push her cheeks open. She rocks back and forth, riding my tongue, moaning my name.

My cock is throbbing and I need her lips around it. I need to hold her head as I fuck her sweet mouth, but I can’t stop feasting on her juices. She tastes so fucking good.

She’s panting now, and I know she’s close.

I reach up, gently pinch her clit and she groans.

"Please,” she begs. “Please."

And I know what she wants.

I drag my tongue along her wet folds, up to her tight asshole, swirling my tongue round and round.

"Yes!” she moans. “Yes!"

I squeeze her swollen clit and grind her ass with my tongue until she cums, sobbing my name.

Jackhammer

You kiss my throat, run your tongue along the back of my neck. It’s an erogenous zone that makes me instantly wet.

And you know it.

Your hands cup my breasts, massaging, kneading. You roll each nipple between your fingers, pinching and twisting. My legs tremble and my head drops back on your shoulder. You reach down with one hand and finger the wet folds of my pussy. The other hand cups my chin, tilts my face. Your mouth devours mine while your fingers swirl around my clit. My hips rock against your hand as you swallow my moans.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”

“Not yet,” you say, against my mouth.

I whimper, grind my hips against your hand, but it’s not enough. I reach down, press your hand against my pussy. Your hand glides down, a finger teases my cunt.

“Yes!” My back against your chest, I arch my hips, hook an arm around your neck. “More,” I beg. “Please. I need more.”

“Greedy girl.” You spin me around, hoist me onto the kitchen table. You yank a chair over and sit, shove my thighs apart. Before I can even sigh, your mouth is on my clit, sucking hard.

“Fuck!” I drop back onto the table and you push my legs back, spreading my legs wider. Your tongue works my clit, licking and swirling. You suck it in between your lips and the sensation has me groaning. You ram your fingers in my cunt.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I hold my knees back and you fuck me, ramming into me like a jackhammer, again and again, until you make me cum hard.

Hog Wild

Jessica pushed the kick stand out, swung her leg off the bike. She eased off her helmet, ran her fingers through her hair.

She waved to a few riders she recognized, hooked her helmet onto the sissy bar. The charitable ride was fun. The route had meandered through several small towns where residents had lined the streets. It had moved her to see so many people standing on sidewalks and at the end of their driveways with signs that said ‘THANK YOU’ in large bright letters.

“Kinda chokes you up, doesn’t it?”

Jessica nodded at the biker who parked next to her. “I had to keep telling myself not to cry.”

“I hear ya.”

Jessica snorted out a laugh. Jake was tall, with a slender but muscled build that said he was disciplined. The shaved head and goatee gave him a somewhat hostile demeanor. It seemed that she bumped into him at every charity ride; they had made a habit of flirting and teasing each other.

“You were crying?”

He smiled showing straight, white teeth and a dimple that winked in his left cheek. Damn he was hot!

“Don’t tell anyone. I have a rep.”

Yeah, she had heard about Jake’s rep, wondered if the rumors were true. “Your secret is safe with me.” She laughed, shoved her gloves into a saddle bag. “I’m going to grab something to eat. Want to join me?”

“Sure. But I could use a drink first.” He put his hand on her back to steer her toward the beer garden. The touch was light and casual, but it felt intimate.

“I’m not thirsty.”

He stopped, turned to face her. His hand never left her back, but pressed into her, held her against him. Possessed. “Good. Me neither.”

He took her hand and walked toward one of the pavilions, tested two doors before he found one that opened. He closed the door behind them, twisted the lock, flipped on the light. Shelves were neatly stacked with cleaning supplies. A wood table dominated most of the space.

“Are you okay with this? We can go…”

The rest of Jake’s suggestion was muffled in his shirt as Jessica pulled it over his head, dropped it on the floor. She raked her nails across his chest, pressed an open mouth on his left nipple, flicked her tongue across the silver ring that pierced it. He cupped his hand on the back of her head, pressed her against him. She tugged at the ring and he groaned, pushing his hips against hers.

She shifted, cupped his hard cock with her hand.

He backed her against the table. “Jess, Jesus, I want…I fucking need to taste you.”

She kept her eyes on his as she popped the buttons on his jeans; smiled when she found him commando.

“You said you were thirsty.” Her hand wrapped around his cock when it sprang free. She grazed her teeth along his throat as she stroked him.

“I was.” Jake boosted her up onto the table, yanked off her jeans, pushed her knees back. “Now I’m hungry.”

He shoved her thighs apart, spread her lips and stood over her.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “And so fucking wet.”

His face hovered above her a moment. He raised his eyes to meet hers, then his mouth was on her pussy, hot as fire. He lapped at her, feasted on her like a rabid wolf. She cupped his head, pushed him against her and he sucked her clit into his mouth.

“I need you inside me. Now.”

“Not yet.”

“God, Jake.” His mouth was doing wonderful things to her pussy , but she needed more. “Please, I need something inside me.”

“I can do that.”

As he sucked hard on her clit, he pressed two fingers into her cunt, slid them in slow, then withdrew. When she arched against him, he pushed in as deep as he could.

“Oh, God, yes!” Her hips rocked against his hand and he pistoned like a jackhammer while she chanted his name. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Even as she came, he kept fucking her with his fingers. “No chance, babe.”

Barbie

I was thirteen when I made my Barbie fuck Ken.

Ken was on top, Barbie was on her back. It's what I knew to be the norm. Then my older sister told me about sixty-nine, and Ken and Barbie discovered a new position.

I got a new Barbie for my fourteenth birthday. Ken was a happy man. He had two women who fucked him day and night in a variety of positions.

Then I found my dad’s Playboy magazines, and everything changed. Pressing Ken against Barbie made my stomach jump, but pressing Barbie against her girlfriend made my pussy tingle.

None of us noticed that Ken had driven off in the pink convertible. The Barbies were too busy eating each other’s smooth pussies.

And I discovered masturbating.

I would lie in my bed, surrounded by teddy bears, and stroke my clit.

Eyes closed, I fantasized that my best friend, her long blond hair a contrast to my own raven locks, kneeled between my legs. Her eager mouth against my pussy, her tongue licking my clit.

My fingers were her mouth as they swirled over my clit. My fingers were her fingers as they fucked into my innocent cunt.

Good Girl

My head rests on your lap. I unzip your trousers, reach in and pull out your hard cock. I lick my lips at the beauty, the glorious thick shaft. The tip glistens with a bead of pre-cum, twitches in anticipation. I swipe my tongue, relish that first taste.

My ass rises up as I shift to my knees, wrap my mouth around you, take you in as far as I can. You moan, drop your head back onto the sofa, cup my ass with your hand.

As I stroke your cock, fuck it with my warm, wet mouth, I fall into the zone; that delicious place where my body only feels and my mind empties of everything but you.

You slap my ass once, twice, three times. The sting makes my pussy drip with greed and I slide further into that misty place. I moan — something I know you like because it vibrates up your cock — and suck faster. Harder.

You groan, press my head down, urge me to suck you harder. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke in time with my mouth, squeezing tight.

“Good girl,” you moan. “Such a good girl.” You reward me by pressing your finger into my ass, stroking in and out.

Your cock hardens even more and you thrust your hips forward, push down on my head and grunt as you cum, your warm juice coating my mouth and throat.

Your finger presses palm-deep into me and my own orgasm rips through me, my tight ass gripping your finger like a vice.

Never enough

She holds herself open, looks over her shoulder, daring me.

I act all nonchalant for about three seconds and we both laugh. She knows too well that I love to eat her luscious pussy.

I jump onto the bed, flip her over, yank her hips up and press my face between her cheeks.

“Hold yourself open,” I tell her.

She reaches back and spreads herself.

“That’s it, baby.” My tongue drags through her slit, presses into her cunt, fucks her for several strokes until she groans. I bring my tongue up and swirl it around her sweet rosebud. My fingers find her swollen clit, pinch and rub. She whimpers and moans louder.

“Faster,” she begs. “Faster.”

My fingers rotate with lightning speed against her clit as my tongue drills into her ass.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries. “Yes. Yes. Yes."

Her ass convulses around my tongue and her cunt drips as she cums hard.

I don’t wait for her to level out. I flip her over, push her thighs apart and press my open mouth against her throbbing pussy.

I can’t get enough of her.