Romans & histoires Elevator Sex Stories

I ask him. “Look, I’ll fix this, okay. But, it is better you see it first,” he tells me. I ask myself confused, “See what?” Then, he takes out his phone and shows me a video. At first, I couldn’t get what they meant, but when I look closely, I finally figure it out. Two people inside the elevator were making out. A man and a woman were about to have sex and even continued in the hallway. The elevator looks familiar, and so is the hallway where they almost got naked.

The elevator suddenly came to a halt and went up the highest floor. He pinned me to the metal cold wall and crushed his lips on mine. A moan escaped my lips and I felt his hand squeezing my ass. I felt his huge erection pressed innocently against my lower abdomen. It's going to be a long night. My core throbbed with excitement. It was burning with undeniable need. He was sinfully mine. By the time the elevator doors open I was breathless from his assault. We both stagger inside his room which was on the top floor.

The space was so small and made me feel like I was trapped in heaven. "Fuck Lena, the mirror makes you even hotter" Max breathed and kept doing this amazing movement with his hips. He put his hand on my thigh and then slipped it on my clitoris. That made my orgasm built up. Max kept pounding in me and softly brushing that beautiful spot. Having sex in the elevator was way better than the car, If I dared say. "I like the naughty side of you" Max whispered on my lips right before he pressed our floor button and tried to fix his outfit.

Climbing out of the car, I respond to his greeting and hand the key over to him so he can park the car well. The honking of horns from the street fills the air. Everywhere is bustling and alive with activities. I walk into the lobby of the building and another security by the elevator door smiles up at me and greets too. I tap the buttons on the panel and wait for the doors of the elevator to slam open. Much to my surprise, they’re two men in there kissing and groping each other's dicks. I swallow and wet my lips. Oh fuck. They don’t even know the elevator doors are open as they’re still oblivious to it. Kissing each other and moaning.

Chapter 4: The Last Floor The elevator jolted and began moving again with a low mechanical hum. For a split second, both of us froze — my lips stretched around the thick head of my father-in-law’s cock, his hand tangled in my hair, my knees on the dirty elevator floor. “Fuck,” Richard hissed, pulling me off his cock with a wet pop. “Get up. Now.”

" He muttered, one hand still holding me up while the other gently leading him into me, slow and deep until the only thing that I could think about was the feeling of him deep in me. The scream did not leave my mouth, my mouth was agape, the feeling hitting me over and over like a tsunami. He did not stop, not when my moans grew louder for comfort and definitely not when I groaned, releasing on his dick as he smirked. Fuck. We just did that shit in an elevator? My mind reeled as I pulled down my dress quickly as he pressed the button to open the door, we did not even make it to the bathroom. An old woman stood there, her eyes staring from the both of us to the elevator door that just opened.

the poor old lady asked anxiously. "Phone," I squealed, as my boyfriend slammed into me again. His body shook with soundless laughter against mine as he picked up speed. At this rate, the loud sounds and scent of sex would fill the elevator soon. There was nothing wrong with her hearing. Soon it would become very apparent what we were doing. *I was on the phone," I tried again, breathing deeply as Chance's hips slammed into mine one more time.

That doesn't mean he's good in bed. MY BACK SLAMS against the glass wall, Damien’s breath hot on my neck. "Lift up your dress," he commands, his thigh pressing between my legs. Floor 5. My eyes glue to the elevator, watching in anxiety as we climb the floors. It only takes one click of that button on the other end, and we'll open on some random floor to a potentially happy voyeur. He sucks against my soft flesh, and I grind against his leg, the slickness inside my panties heightening the sensation.

Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, arching my back more. “Uh… uh… ah… yes,” I moaned, trying to keep my voice low so it wouldn’t echo too loud in the elevator. My pussy clenched tight around his dick, sucking him in with every thrust. “This is what you needed after dealing with that weak ass husband,” Neo grunted, slamming into me harder. “Bent over like a slut in your own office building. Getting fucked on the elevator like a hoe" He fucked me faster, balls slapping loud against my wet pussy. The elevator was wide, giving us plenty of space. I could barely stay balanced on my toes but the way he stretched me felt too good.

His face pressed into my shoulder, and I held him tight as his body shuddered, both of us coated in sweat and breathless from the intensity. For a long moment, we stayed like that against the elevator wall. I could feel his pulse pounding at his neck where it rested against my cheek. I absently stroked the hair at the nape of his neck, my mind floating in a haze of satisfaction and disbelief. I had just had mind-blowing sex in an elevator with Ethan, the office geek. And it was incredible. A weak laugh bubbled up in my chest before I could stop it. Ethan lifted his head, concern flashing across his features.