8. Make This Fantasy Come True
Make This Fantasy Come True
Derek stilled behind her, and Sheila jutted her ass towards him, rubbing herself against his straining erection.
“Please, Derek,” she begged, “I want you to fuck me in the elevator. Just like you described. Take me from behind.”
Her voice cracked as she implored him in the face of his continued silence.
“Fill my pussy with your thick cock. I need it. I need you to make this fantasy come true, too.”
With shaking hands, he grabbed his wallet from his back pocket. Sheila sighed with relief when he slid a condom from the leather. Then he paused, his entire body frozen.
“I didn’t tell you that story to coerce you into doing something you don’t want to.” He met her gaze in the reflection of the glass wall, which acted like a mirror without sunlight coming from outside. “It was just a sexy story. Hell, Alexander might had made it up.”
“I don’t care about that,” she insisted. “All I care about is your big dick sliding between my legs, and you fucking me until I can barely stand. Hell, fuck me until I can’t stand, and then fuck me on my knees. I just need your cock again.”
“Then we can go to my room—”
Sheila slithered the silky material of her dress up her backside as she bent at the waist. She tucked the ends under the fitted waistband to keep them out of the way, and the full skirt covered her in the front.
One of her hands gripped the handrail while the other pulled on her poor, neglected nipples.
“Please, Derek. I’m so wet and needy.”
She wiggled her bare ass at him and smiled when he let out an involuntary groan. The sound of the condom packet ripping open sent a burst of excitement through her, but it was nothing compared to the feeling when one of his hands gripped her hips.
“You can still change your mind,” he said, his other hand holding his cock at her entrance. “It won’t take very long to get to my room.”
In response, Sheila pushed backwards onto his cock. Her mouth fell open as the perfect sensation of fullness washed over her, and she moaned.
“Holy fuck, Sheila,” he groaned as he bottomed out in her. “You feel so good, baby. So wet and perfect as you take my cock.”
Derek’s hips pushed into her slowly, back and forth, with excruciating, deliberately unhurried movements. But Sheila wasn’t in the mood for slow and sweet.
“Harder, baby,” she demanded. “Don’t hold back because you think I’m too delicate. Tear up my pussy with your dick, Mr. Chambers. I want it hard and deep. Punish my pussy.”
Derek groaned, and his fingers tightened on her hips momentarily before he slammed into her with a vicious push that caused her to cry out.
“Yes, that’s what I want. More. Give me all you’ve got.”
The elevator car shook with the force of his hips driving into her, and Sheila loved it.
Her pussy spasmed almost immediately, and her cries rang out constantly as he pounded into her with animalistic vigor.
His husky grunts mixed with her squeals of delight each time he rammed his cock into her tight hole.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck me,” she chanted mindlessly.
Sheila was bent in half, her arms stretched in front of her, clinging to the handrail to keep her upright on unsteady legs. Derek’s fingers dug into her waist, holding her in place while he fucked her. Her breasts swung freely in her dress with each vigorous thrust.
His balls slapped against her ass and clit as his movements grew more frenzied. Sheila forgot they were in an elevator with the possibility of being seen and caught. Nothing existed but his cock filling her. Her fingers tightened around the handrail when he growled her name.
“Fuck, Sheila, I can’t get enough of you and your tight cunt. I crave it.”
His words pushed her over the edge, and he slapped a hand over her mouth when she screamed out her explosive release. Sheila ground against him. Derek swelled inside her before his guttural, broken groan signified his own orgasm.
They panted for several long moments, him draped over her bent body, her gasping for breath. When he finally pulled out, she hissed, both at the loss of his thickness but also at the tenderness of her battered pussy. She was glad her hotel room had a bathtub.
Another ding rang out, and they hastened to cover themselves.
Derek zipped up and tucked in his shirt while Sheila hastily tidied her hair, her skirt falling in place to cover everything.
She squealed a little when more of her cum slid down her leg, but it probably wouldn’t be obvious to whomever got in the car with them.
The elevator doors opened.
* * *
Sheila woke up tangled in the sheets of her own bed back in her apartment as the alarm on her phone rang out with increasing irritation.
“What’s going on?”
Groggy, Sheila mumbled to herself as she reached for her phone to silence the alarm clock. In disbelief, she read the screen several times. It was the day before she was scheduled to travel to the library conference.
Derek showing up at her hotel to surprise her, meeting her in the bar, fucking her roughly in the conference room, taking her in the elevator like he couldn’t get enough of her, all of it was all just a dream.
As she headed to the shower, she wanted to cry. That beautiful experience was nothing but her imagination at work. Instead of giving in to her tears, though, she firmed her resolve.
She was going to find someone else to fuck. She had to. This conference was the perfect time to give her heart a reminder that orgasms and emotions aren’t exclusive.
Surely the adage about getting over someone by getting under someone else had some truth behind it. Sheila was determined to test it extensively at any rate.