Aphrodisiac Trap

The air in the cramped elevator had turned thick and sweet. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her firm ass, hugged tight by those thin leggings, as she shifted nervously from foot to foot. Marina, my yoga instructor, suddenly turned around, and our eyes locked—there was the same hunger dancing in hers that had been burning me up from the inside for the past half hour.

"Goddammit, this old piece of shit again," she breathed, running a hand along her neck. Her fingers were trembling slightly. "You okay? Not panicking, Jake?"

"Panicking, but not because of the elevator," I said, stepping closer, feeling the tightness in my jeans. We both knew it was from that tea she'd shoved into my hands before class. "Herbal, to help you relax," she'd said with that sly smile. Now her pupils were blown wide, her nipples pressing through the thin tank top even in the dim light.

Marina bit her lip, catching me staring at her tits.

"We agreed, right? This doesn't mean anything... We're just... blowing off steam while we wait for rescue."

"Doesn't mean a thing," I confirmed hoarsely, pressing her against the cold metal wall. Her body immediately arched into me, hot and flexible, like she was on her yoga mat. "But fuck, Marina, that aphrodisiac of yours... I'm about to explode."

She laughed low, almost purring, and slid her hand between my legs, gripping my already rock-hard cock through the fabric.

"Whoa... so hot. I'm dripping too, Jake. I can feel my pussy throbbing. Come on... fast, but rough. I want you right here."

Her fingers deftly worked my shorts open, and my cock sprang free—heavy, with a swollen head. Marina dropped to her knees without hesitation. The elevator swayed slightly from her movement, the dim bulb flickering.

"Mmm, tastes so good..." she whispered, running her tongue over the head. The scent of her arousal had already filled the whole car—sweet, musky, maddening. I grabbed her hair as she took me deep, her warm lips wrapped tight around the shaft, her tongue working furiously along the underside.

"Oh fuck... deeper," I groaned. She didn't fight it—she hollowed her cheeks and took me almost to the base, gagging slightly but not stopping. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her sports top. I could see she'd shoved her own hand into her leggings, furiously fingering her wet pussy, fingers squelching inside.

After a couple minutes, she stood up, breathing hard, eyes gleaming.

"Enough sucking. Fuck me. Now." Marina yanked her leggings and panties down to her knees, turned around, and braced her palms against the wall. Her mouthwatering ass was right in front of me—smooth, tan, and between her cheeks her pink slit glistened with moisture.

I didn't wait. I pressed the head against her entrance and slammed in to the hilt. Marina let out a loud moan that echoed off the walls.

"Aaah! Yes! Deeper, Jake... fuck me harder! That tea made me such a slut... I want to come on your thick cock!"

I grabbed her hips and started pounding into her rhythmically, skin slapping against skin, loud in the confined space. Her pussy was unbelievably hot and wet, her walls gripping my cock like they wanted to milk me dry. Every thrust made her cry out, her tits bouncing under the tank top.

"Your pussy is pouring... you hear it squelching?" I leaned down and bit her shoulder, speeding up.

"I hear it... oh god, more! Fuck me like the whore I am!" She reached back and started rubbing her clit, fingers moving fast. I could feel her legs trembling, everything inside her pulsing and clenching.

We switched positions—I sat on the elevator floor, she straddled me face to face. Her leggings were still dangling off one ankle. Marina immediately started bouncing, impaling herself on my cock down to the balls, her juicy tits shaking in front of my face. I yanked her top up and latched onto her hard nipple, sucking and biting.

"Mmm, yes... suck them! I'm about to come... don't stop!" Her voice went high and breathy. She ground her hips, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, wetness streaming down over my balls onto the cold floor.

I gripped her ass tight, helping her move faster. The tension was building, the aphrodisiac making everything more intense—every nerve on fire, every thrust a flash of pleasure.

"I'm... about to shoot," I rasped, feeling it coming.

"Come inside me! Flood my pussy!" she cried out, and her body suddenly arched like a bow. Marina screamed, clenching hard around me, hot waves of orgasm rippling through her cunt. That pushed me over the edge—I growled and started pulsing powerfully, blasting thick cum deep inside her. Jet after jet, filling her hot hole to the brim.

We froze, panting, sweaty, pressed together. Cum slowly leaked out of her pussy, dripping down my thighs. Marina lifted her head, smiling slyly, still trembling.

"So... this definitely doesn't mean anything, right?" she asked, tracing a finger down my chest.

"Absolutely nothing," I replied, kissing her damp temple. "Although... if the elevator gets stuck again, I'll drink your 'relaxation tea' anytime."

She laughed softly and kissed me back, while somewhere above us the mechanism finally hummed to life—rescue was on its way.

"Just next time," she whispered in my ear, "I'm bringing a double dose."