What causes a stalled elevator

A very important elevator ride

Erotic story by anonymous

Trapped in a stalled elevator, Gracie meets a stranger with a unique way of curing a phobia. ...

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Gracie was at her desk. It was after 7 p.m. and she was still working on the Rockman file. Frustrated and angry, she sighed heavily.

It would take another two hours to go through all the compiled data, which for her ... again ... meant no social life this weekend. With luck, she might get home before midnight, but the way things went, it was hardly likely. "Bloody hell!" she growled, referring to Mr.

Bradford Rockman. Gracie slammed the filing cabinet door and listened to the echo in the dimly lit and deserted office. She leaned back in her super uncomfortable chair. She raised her slim, taut arms and stretched out her tight back. She got up and picked up her purse.

Hoping the lobby cafe was still open, Gracie trotted to the elevator and pressed the button. She tapped her foot impatiently and watched the elevator go to the 76th floor.

"It would be faster if I just took the stairs," she grumbled. The elevator continued on its way, bypassing their floor. Angry now, she pressed the button several times and stared at the numbers above the wretched piece of crap.

It stopped on the 85th floor; the penthouse and then headed back downstairs. Gracie knew firsthand that it would take at least ten minutes to get to the first floor.

"I have no time for that!" she exclaimed. The elevator opened with a ring and she entered. She was still grumbling to herself and didn't notice the grinning man behind her. She paced up and down and talked to herself; gesturing wildly.

She saw him out of the corner of her eye and her brain finally realized that she was not alone in the elevator. Gracie turned to him carefully and confirmed his presence with a faint smile. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you standing there," she muttered; Face bright red. "That's understandable since you were busy creating a storm.

I would hate to be the "asshole" that pissed you off, "he laughed. Her face flushed when possible. She had berated Mr. Rockman, sometimes even using his name.

If this guy had listened to her, he would have known exactly who the "asshole" was. "Uh ... yes ... again I apologize," she squealed. "No apology needed. From what I hear, Mr.

Rockman an asshole ... and worse, "he said, winking at her. Gracie laughed. The tension in the air was eased and she found herself covertly evaluating this stranger. It was obvious that He was tall.

She was only 5'4 "tall and it looked like he was nearly a foot taller than her. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed; his jacket pulled tight over his broad shoulders. It was in the darkness of the elevator hard to tell if his eyes were brown, but they were definitely dark, with angular jaws and a strong Roman nose that was slightly crooked, as if it had been broken.

He wasn't a pretty boy; he was sturdy. The stranger was fully aware of her looking through. While she was checking him out, he actually checked her out and liked what he saw.

Tiny and delicate, this lady was fascinating. Her temperament matched her fiery red hair, which was pinned in a messy bun. Clear green eyes were set in a heart-shaped face with pale skin. He wondered if the freckles that covered her cheeks extended to other more tempting places.

Her body was slim, but not thin, which suited him well. In his opinion, most women were too thin these days. He liked the smooth, rounded curves that adorned its shape, and it was a damn fine frame for someone her size. "So ... what's keeping you here so late?" he asked; Broken silence.

"My boss believes in his infinite wisdom that I like to be tortured," she replied. "Huh?" he inquired. "Well ... he thinks I'm the perfect person to meet Mr.

God Damn Asshole Rockman's nudes to work, and I'm telling you ... this fucker is too damn picky. It has to be like that by this point, or my ass is fired, "she grumbled." Fired? Your boss will fire you ... "he asked.

The eyebrows drew together in annoyance. "Mr. Rockman is a rich ... mega rich man, and my boss kisses his ass.

I imagine his nose is brown because he's so high up the VIP's ass, "Gracie explained. The stranger burst into laughter. Gracie was feeding. Her mouth had a bad habit of getting her into trouble, and maybe it was a good idea to do some damage control.

She didn't know this man at all. It wouldn't do her any good if he met her boss and said something. She smiled at him and was about to look towards the front of the elevator when the lights began to flicker. The elevator made a wailing noise and stopped somewhere between floors 34 and 3. Her heart began to pound in her chest.

While she wasn't afraid of elevators, she was afraid of being stranded. "Hmm ... seems to be having a power outage," the man mused. She watched as he walked ahead of her and picked up the emergency phone. Gracie couldn't hear what he was saying because her ears were buzzing loudly. She was dangerously close to a panic attack.

Her body trembled as a thin sheen of sweat covered her skin. The man ended the call and turned to tell her help was on the way when he noticed her wide eyes and ghostly white face. He tapped her shoulder, worried.

Gracie jumped a foot in the air and screamed loudly. "Hey! Hey! Hey! It'll be fine," he said gently. "NO! It's not! I've seen too many scary movies to know what's going to happen next!" She screamed, "The cables will break and we will fall to our deaths and then zombies will take us!" "What are you talking about? The cables won't break. I promise," he replied.

At that moment the elevator tumbled again and Gracie roared into his arms. The man looked down at the sobbing woman, clutched his $ 1,500 suit, and shook his head. It was just his luck that he was stuck in an elevator with a hysterical redhead. He lifted her chin and made her look up at him.

"It'll be all right. I promise," he told her. Gracie stared into his eyes and slowly nodded her head.

She relaxed her fingers and let go of his jacket. their panic just below the surface. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Gracie," she said to him. "Nice to meet you Gracie. I'm Brad," he replied. The elevator shuddered slightly and she gripped his jacket again in a death grip. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she sang.

"Just now," he cooed. "Let me distract me from it. Please… do something… anything. Just let me distract me from the situation," she begged.

Brad looked down at her. Her beautiful eyes were fuzzy and wide; Her nostrils flickered. Gracie's chest heaved.

She was scared so he did the only thing he could think of to calm her down. He pressed her against the back wall and pressed his mouth against hers. Gracie's eyes widened as she felt his strong tongue press into her mouth.

It melted on his big chest and let her horror turn into extreme pleasure. Brad, expecting to be beaten, almost died of shock when he felt her tongue wrestle with his. She had a fist full of hair in her painful grip, holding him close and within 2 seconds she was scratching his jacket and trying to get it off him. It felt like she'd had six more arms, which made him think he was wrestling with an octopus. Stimulated by her contagious desire to act, he shrugged and ran a hand through her hair.

In a matter of seconds, the clasp that held her hair was on the floor and a cascade of flaming curls fell down her back. Gracie, not thinking; just feeling ripped off his shirt; send flying buttons everywhere; She focused on its flat copper nipples. Brad threw his head back as she licked and sucked on his delicate panes. He felt every nibble as if his nipples were directly connected to his steel-hard cock.

Before he could take another breath, that tiny red-haired whirlwind had fallen to her knees and was working on his belt. She did a quick job on the belt and zipper and soon had his pants around his ankles. She knew that her actions would later embarrass her, but for now, that sobriety kept her horror in check. Gracie leaned back on his heels and looked at Brad's crotch.

He wore a pair of expensive silk boxers and seemed just as horny as she was. Brad's beefy tool peered out of the hole in the front of his boxers. His thick tail was swollen and had a huge purple tail.

Its shaft was sticking straight up and moving wildly under her gaze. A small pearl of pearlescent moisture oozed from his piss slot. She ran her finger over his shaft and let his large body jerk. His hands massaged the back of her head lightly; gently pushed her forward. Gracie put her hands on his hips and leaned over to his pelvis.

She took a deep breath and breathed in its tangy musk. Her pussy felt thick and warm and she wanted nothing more than to feel his long cock filling her up. But first she wanted to suck so well that his eyes gave way.

She loved to feel a hard cock in her mouth; The power it gave her was intoxicating. She licked his shaft with her flat tongue and twirled it around his cock. She clutched the base with her hand, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked gently. His salty semen covered her tongue. Gracie squeezed his shaft tight, using her strong suction to propel her way over his pole.

She turned her hand up and met her lips in the middle. His cock jumped and he moaned loudly. "Ughhhh," he moaned, "shit, your mouth is so hot." Driven by his reaction, Gracie sipped and sucked; Her chin dripping wet from the spit. His grip on her hair tightened.

She moved her head faster until it quickly pulled out of her mouth. Brad yanked her to her feet and it was time to drop to her knees. He put her right foot on his shoulder and let her skirt wander to her waist. Delighted that she was wearing a pair of stockings tied to a garter belt, he reached for her tiny lace panties. The thin material was not up to its strength and was quickly torn from her hips.

Her position had her steaming cunt open and he could smell her tangy cream. Gracie's muscles were tense. He watched her pussy swell with blood and her pink skin turn pink.

Brad, suddenly starving, buried his face in her pussy and pushed his tongue in and out of her slit until she gasped loudly. He opened her pussy with his thumbs and let her swollen clit stick out far. It was too much of a temptation.

Brad pursed his lips and slurped her clit into his mouth. He twisted his tongue around the base of her bud until her hips pumped in time. He ran his tongue over the shaft of her clitoris; With each stroke she lifted her hood. Gracie started whimpering; Her legs trembled.

Brad pushed two fingers into her weeping slit and rubbed a rough patch of skin deep inside her. Gracie groaned and felt her legs try to bend. She had a death grip in his hair; Her hips jerked. Gracie's pussy felt a sharp tingling deep inside her pussy, swelling and her juices running down her inner thighs.

She could feel her muscles contract; Toes curl. Sweat rivets all over her chest as she lost control. Brad caught her when her knees buckled as she screamed for her release. He led her to the elevator and watched her catch her breath.

Her chest was covered with a blushing F; Your nipples rock hard. Brad smiled and was pleased to see that there were freckles all over her body, not just her face. He leaned over and kissed her.

Gracie could taste her cream on his lips and tongue. She ran her hand over his body until it reached his cock, which was still rock hard and very wet. "Can't you do something about it?" she asked and stroked his shaft up and down.

"Oh, definitely," he growled. Brad turned Gracie onto his hands and knees. He pushed her head down and let her ass stick up in the air. He pushed himself between her thighs. It rubbed its granite shaft up and down the crack of her ass, leaving a slimy, moist trail of pre-cum.

She wiggled her hips; impatient to feel his flesh inside her and to fuck her. Brad took his time, however. He hit her ass cheeks with his cock.

Finally he grabbed her curvy hips and took his cock in his hand; He led her head to her pussy hole. Without warning, he thrust all the way into her warm vagina until his balls touched her labia. Gracie howled with pleasure at the sudden feeling of being too full. Brad remained silent, allowing her flesh to soften and form around his cock until he was fitted with a custom made velvet glove soaked in liquid heat.

She could feel his cock harden and swell. "Fuck me ... please," Gracie begged. "Say my name," he demanded and pulled himself almost completely out. Gracie whimpered again. She was so close to coming back, but all he did was piss her off.

"Say it," he growled. "Fuck me, Brad!" She screamed. When he heard his name, he slapped his hips forward and slapped her juicy slit.

Brad held her hips in his hands and kept pounding her pussy. He felt his balls contract and his cock harden. Hot sperm raced up deep inside him. It felt like his tail was going to blow apart.

He poked her hard several times as his sperm accelerated its shaft. It was like trying to climb into her body. Shouted Brad. Gracie felt his warm liquids splatter her cunt walls and then run down her legs. He leaned heavily against her back; breath heavily.

His soft tail slipped out of her drip hole; His tail drained off and made a puddle on the floor. "Wow ... what way to get to know someone?" he gasped. "Not to mention clearing someone of a phobia," Gracie agreed.

"Well, Miss Gracie, how about dinner? I don't know about you, but all of these exercises make a growing boy like me hungry," Brad asked. As if on cue, the lights in the elevator came on, and then the car moved back down. "I would love that. Funny thing ... I was just on my way downstairs for a snack," Gracie laughed. When the elevator opened on the first floor, they went into the lobby.

People turned and looked. As they walked out the door, the doorman greeted them. "Evening, Mr.

Rockman. A little scared there ... in the elevator? "Asked the doorman." Thanks, James. I didn't mind. I had great company, "Brad said, gesturing at Gracie.

Gracie felt the blood flow from her face again. "Holy shit, Batman," she thought, "I'm fucked." She looked at him and found that he was grinning at her. "Oh, don't you worry, little lady….

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