Floors of Filthy Secrets

The elevator doors slid shut on the ground floor of the sleek downtown high-rise, and it was just the two of us. Lena pressed the button for the 30th floor, her penthouse, and gave me that wicked little smile she always wore when she was up to no good. She wore a short black dress that barely covered her ass, thigh-high stockings, and heels that made her legs look endless. No panties. I knew because she’d whispered it to me in the lobby.

“Think you can behave for thirty floors?” I asked, stepping behind her and sliding my hands around her waist.

She leaned back against me, her ass rubbing slowly against my growing cock. “Who says I want to behave?”

The elevator started its smooth ascent. I didn’t waste a second. My right hand slipped under her dress, fingers finding her already wet pussy. She gasped softly as I stroked her swollen clit in slow circles.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I murmured against her ear. “Been thinking about this ride all day?”

“Every damn second,” she breathed. Her hips rocked against my hand. “Keep touching me.”

I pushed two fingers inside her tight heat. She was dripping down my knuckles instantly. The mirrored walls reflected everything, her flushed cheeks, my hand disappearing under her dress, the way her tits strained against the thin fabric. I pinched her nipple through the dress with my free hand while I finger-fucked her deeper.

The elevator dinged at floor 7. A middle-aged couple stepped in. I didn’t pull my fingers out. Instead, I curled them against her G-spot and held still, deep inside her. Lena clenched around me, biting her lip to stay quiet. The couple faced forward, oblivious. I slowly pumped my fingers in tiny, secret movements while the elevator rose again.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” I whispered so only she could hear. “Taking my fingers with strangers right next to us.”

Her breathing hitched. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that…”

I stopped moving entirely, leaving my fingers buried inside her throbbing pussy until the couple got off on floor 15. The second the doors closed, I spun her around, shoved her against the mirrored wall, and dropped to my knees. I pushed her dress up and buried my face between her thighs, licking her clit hard and fast.

“Oh shit, yes!” she moaned, grabbing my hair. “Eat my pussy right here. What if someone sees?”

I sucked her clit between my lips and slid two fingers back inside her, fucking her while the elevator climbed. Her legs trembled in those heels. I could taste how close she was.

Floor 19. Another ding. I stood up quickly, pulling her dress down just as the doors opened. An older man in a suit stepped in, nodding politely. Lena’s face was flushed, her nipples visibly hard. I stood behind her again, pressing my rock-hard cock against her ass while my hand snuck back under her dress from behind.

I rubbed her clit in tight circles as the elevator continued upward. She pressed her forehead against the cool mirror, trying not to moan. The stranger was staring at his phone, but I could see his occasional glance in the reflection. That only made me bolder. I slipped two fingers back into her soaked cunt and fucked her with short, wet strokes.

“You like that he might catch us?” I growled softly in her ear. “Your pussy is clenching so hard around my fingers.”

“Yes… fuck, I’m so close,” she whimpered under her breath. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Floor 24. The man got off. The second the doors shut, Lena turned and attacked me. She unzipped my pants, pulled my throbbing cock out, and dropped to her knees. Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking me deep into her warm mouth while the elevator kept rising.

“God, your cock tastes so good,” she said, popping off just long enough to speak before swallowing me again. She bobbed fast, gagging herself on my length, spit dripping down her chin onto her dress. I gripped her blonde hair and fucked her face, the wet sounds echoing in the small space.

Floor 27. I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over. Her hands braced against the mirror as I shoved her dress up to her waist. I rubbed my cock along her dripping slit, teasing her.

“Tell me what you want,” I demanded.

“Fuck me,” she begged, pushing back. “I need your cock inside me right now. Stretch my pussy while we’re still moving.”

I slammed into her in one hard thrust. She cried out, the sound bouncing off the walls. I fucked her deep and fast, my hips slapping against her ass. Every stroke made her tits bounce in the reflection. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I pounded her.

“You’re such a filthy little slut,” I groaned. “Getting fucked in an elevator where anyone could catch us.”

“Yes, harder! Ruin my pussy!” she moaned. “I’m your whore. Use me.”

The elevator slowed for floor 29. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting, gripping her hips as her walls started fluttering around me.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “Cum with me, fill me up!”

I felt her explode, her pussy clamping down hard as she came. That pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and pumped rope after rope of hot cum inside her, groaning as I filled her completely. We stayed locked together, panting, as the elevator dinged on the 30th floor.

The doors opened to her private foyer. I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip down her thighs. She straightened her dress, turned, and kissed me deeply, still trembling.

“That was insane,” she whispered, smiling against my lips. “But we’re not done. I want round two on the balcony where the whole city can watch.”

I laughed and scooped her up, carrying her toward the penthouse. Thirty floors had only been the beginning of our filthy night.