Stuck With a Secret

The storm hit out of nowhere. The hallway lights flickered, and the old elevator ground to a halt between the eighth and ninth floors. I, Kat, married to Sergey for five years, was standing way too close to his best friend—tall, cocky Vadim. His hand was already resting on my lower back, like it was an accident, but his fingers were gripping the thin fabric of my summer dress.

"Well, Kat, looks like we're stuck together again," he said with a smirk, looking down at me. His eyes were dark, hungry. "Sergey's downstairs, and here we are… alone."

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. I'd noticed for a while how Vadim looked at my ass, how his gaze lingered on my tits. Now, in the dim light of the elevator, his palm slid lower, cupping my ass through the thin material.

"Vadim, are you out of your fucking mind?" I whispered, but my voice betrayed me with a tremor. Instead of pushing him away, I pressed my thigh against him. "What if we're stuck here for a while?"

"Even better," he breathed into my ear, and I could feel his cock already hardening through his jeans. "I've wanted to touch you for real for a long time. You tease me every time you show up in those tight shorts."

Lightning flashed outside, thunder cracked so hard the elevator swayed. I gasped and instinctively grabbed his shirt. Vadim didn't wait. He spun me around, pressing me against the cold wall of the cab. His hands were under my dress in an instant, roughly pulling my panties down.

"Already wet, you little slut," he chuckled, running his fingers along my slit. "All it took was the elevator breaking down and you're dripping."

"Shut up…" I breathed, but I spread my legs wider. His fingers found my clit, circling it fast and confident. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud.

Vadim unzipped his fly with one hand. His thick, hot cock sprang out, pressing between my ass cheeks. He spat on his palm, slicked up the head, and started pushing into my pussy slowly but relentlessly.

"Oh, fuck… so tight," he groaned, sinking in halfway. I arched my back, feeling him stretch me. The elevator was small, the mirror across from us reflecting everything: my hiked-up dress, his hand on my tit, pinching my nipple.

He started fucking me with short, sharp thrusts. Every time he drove deeper, I felt his balls slap against my wet pussy. Thunder rumbled outside, but inside the cab there was only our heavy breathing and the wet sounds of him pounding into me.

"Wait…" I gasped suddenly, feeling him about to blow. "I want to do something special for you. Sergey told me you love it when… you know, prostate stuff."

Vadim froze, his cock still throbbing inside me.

"You're serious?" His voice was a mix of surprise and wild excitement.

"Yeah," I said, slipping off him, turning around, and dropping to my knees right on the dirty elevator floor. "Pants all the way off. I want you to come harder than you ever have with Sergey's wife."

He yanked his jeans down to his ankles. I wrapped my lips around his cock, slick with my juices, and started sucking him deep, taking him almost to the back of my throat. At the same time, my hand slid between his legs, my fingers finding the tight entrance between his ass cheeks.

"Fuck, Kat…" he groaned, gripping the handrail. "You sure about this?"

Instead of answering, I coated two fingers with saliva and slowly pushed one into his hot, tight ass. Vadim shuddered all over, his cock twitching in my mouth. I started massaging his prostate, pressing rhythmically, while my lips and tongue worked the base of his shaft fast and hard.

"Oh, fuck… deeper," he breathed, starting to push back onto my finger. "Yeah, right there… fuck, that feels so good…"

I added a second finger, feeling his prostate swell and pulse under my fingertips. Vadim was done holding back—he moaned out loud, his hips trembling. His cock got even harder, the head engorged, thick drops of precum leaking out that I licked up greedily.

"Kat, I'm gonna… I'm gonna come… don't stop," he almost growled.

I sped up my fingers inside him, pressing hard on his prostate every time I swallowed his cock to the base. Vadim roared, his body arching. The first powerful blast of cum hit the back of my throat. I didn't pull away—I swallowed, keeping up the massage, milking every last drop out of him. He came for a long time, hard, cum running down my chin and dripping onto the elevator floor.

When the last spasms faded, I slowly pulled my fingers out, licked his softening cock clean, and stood up. Vadim stared at me with completely blown-out eyes.

"You… that was… fucking incredible," he panted, breathing heavy. "Sergey has no idea what he's got."

I smiled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Now you'll have your own little secret when you guys drink beer. And I'll know that I can make you come with just my fingers in your ass whenever I want."

The elevator suddenly jerked and started moving up. Vadim quickly pulled up his pants, I smoothed down my dress. When the doors opened on the ninth floor, we stepped out like nothing had happened. Only his slightly shaky legs and my satisfied smile gave it away.

"Next time," he whispered in my ear before we went our separate ways, "I'll get on all fours myself. Just so you can press on my prostate again while I scream from pleasure."

"Deal," I winked. "Just don't forget to tell Sergey the elevator was really… useful today."