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 stopped before it went too far. He’d only just started leaking pre-come when he pulled out of my mouth and helped me back onto my feet. Then he took a turn on his knees.

He spread my legs and leaned in to lick my pussy, his tongue running up and down my dewy slit, over and over again. He got me hot, then dragged his tongue up to my hard little bud and circled it with the tip. He went around and around, and then, finally, when I was growing impatient, he began to flick it. Oh, my God, that felt amazing!

As he teased my clit with his tongue, he thrust two thick fingers inside me and began pumping them in and out. It was enough to get me off, and after a few seconds, I felt the telltale throbbing in my tummy before my juices gushed out of me.

I was still in the midst of my orgasm when he stood up, spun me around, and bent me forward against the back wall of the elevator. He guided his length toward my slit, eased the tip inside, and then slid fully into me. His hips thrust back and forth, his shaft slamming into me. It was rough and passionate all at once, and it was everything I’d imagined it would be. He kept at it until I felt him explode inside me, and then I felt another tremor rock my body.

When we were done, he pushed in the emergency stop button and we continued our ride to the lobby as he tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his uniform. When we reached the first floor, he walked through the open doors and back to his station at the reception desk. I knew he’d be checking out the elevator security footage for the rest of his shift, and I rode back up to the penthouse with a smile.