It was three in the morning, the perfect time to live out my elevator-sex fantasy.

John, the night doorman, had gone down one flight of stairs so he could meet me, and when the doors opened for him, he looked at me and asked, “Going down?”

“If you’re lucky,” I replied, acting out my role of slutty elevator vixen.

He got in, and as the doors closed, I untied my silk robe, exposing myself, and dropped to my knees. We’d gone two or three floors by the time I had his pants open and his cock out, and he pulled the emergency stop to give us more time before we hit the lobby.

I laved his dick with my tongue before sucking the head into my mouth, and he was most definitely grateful for my attentions. He bucked his hips a few times, thrusting between my lips, but he... Leer Más