Romans & histoires Elevator Sex Stories

Only Julia was not having sex, holding Reneé's head in her lap and gently caressing her face as she arched into another orgasm. The three fucking men all seemed to cum within seconds of each other, first Chen, grunting. Then me, groaning as my sperm rode the elevator up into Lisa's clasping cunt. Finally Jerry, a firm grasp on Cindy's hips, going rigid deep in her pussy as his balls pumped his load of cum into her.

At first, I was scared to moan as I thought people would hear us but when he started groaning, I just knew the elevator was definitely soundproofed. I knew he was coming when the strokes came really heavy. He went really hard for another two minutes and then switched to being rough. My legs were so far apart that at a point, they were off the floor and floating in the air. He was still holding my waist so firm and my ass was sitting on his huge cock.

“I am. I have never seen an elevator that has a sofa cushion and gilded interiors…” Denver just smirked. Wisdom grinned back. She felt defeat when Denver’s lips landed atop hers once again. “I won a score this time,” he teased. “Oh really? The cushion is just over there. It only takes me ten seconds to take my clothes off,” she countered with her seductive smile. He let go of her chin and stood straight. “Every elevator had a camera. I suppose the management would be pissed if they found a sex video in one of their CCTVs.” Wisdom cackled; he did as well. The elevator sounded, signalling their arrival on the floor.

Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and cum, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's cum dried in sticky trails across her tits, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her pussy, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted.

'' I asked her. ''No.'' ''You're lying. You felt something.'' ''How would you know if I felt something?'' I scoffed. ''What more proof do you want Violet?!" ''You really want to prove to me that I felt something when we kiss.'' ''It seems like you need a wake-up call.'' ''I don't need one.'' ''Wanna bet?'' She sighed. "Ever had sex in an elevator?" I asked. She bit her lip, and whispered ''No.'' "Neither have I," he said as I whispered into her lips.

The memory wove deeper, hotter, until Elara’s hand unconsciously pressed between her legs, rubbing herself through her soaked panties right there in the elevator. When he finally came, growling the woman’s name as he flooded her, Elara came with him, harder than she had in days. Her vision (what little phantom light existed in her darkness) exploded into white fire. Her legs gave out. She slid down the wall, biting her lip bloody to keep from screaming. The elevator dinged. The doors opened on the ground floor. The couple stepped out, flushed and laughing softly, never noticing the blind woman slumped on the floor, chest heaving, thighs slick with her own juices.

An old male and female worker entered the elevator after it paused on the second floor and stayed directly in front of us facing the entrance of the elevator. At this moment, I didn't know when Jake kept his hands inside my pants and massaged my pussy. "Urgh!" I moaned. "Ooh, I meant, urgh, the elevator lifting seems nice and it gives me goosebumps," I said immediately after the workers saw me. Jake continued it and I had to use my hands to cover my mouth because of the pleasure... We finally got off on the third floor. "I will finish what we have started this night," Jake said smiling at me.

Adam slightly detached himself from Eva. "Mrs. Grey." He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that." "How many times, young man, must I remind you that this is a public elevator and you can't keep up with these. . . indecent things inside it." The old woman snapped. Eva's stomach dropped as it hit her that she wasn't the first woman Adam was making out with in the elevator. What the fuck had she expected? Adam had made it clear on their very first meeting that he was a man with a very active sex life who preferred variety.

I silently prayed that someone would stop the elevator and get in with us but my prayer was left unanswered when the door closed. It suddenly became really hot and I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help but gawk at him. I’ve always fantasized having sex in an elevator even as a virgin but I wasn’t expecting a tension as thick as this one. I desperately want him to kiss me as if he hadn’t frustrated me last night or hit me multiple times. I really am stupid. The elevator ride was uncomfortably silent and soon came to an end when the elevator dinged and we both walked to the conference room.

Pressed firmly against me, and a low, throaty moan rips from my throat as my eyes fall short. “I can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you,” he rasps. “Fucking hell.” Our room is on the tenth floor, and this elevator couldn’t move any slower. Impatiently, we look at the numbers on the elevator. Eight. Ezra thrusts again. Pleasure zings through my lower belly. Nine. He squeezes my ass hard. Goosebumps erupt on my skin. Ten. Finally. He grabs my waist firmly and instructs, “Jump.”