Everyone has a fantasy, even me. Mine is to be fucked by a stranger in an elevator. Let me explain why I have such a fantasy. I love to read, and many of the erotic porn tales I enjoy have some scene where a girl encounters a man, often a stranger, in an elevator and something kinky and erotic takes place. Sometimes she’s groped and fingered, sometimes she’s pinned against the wall and fucked like a whore.

Now, the building I work in has an elevator that breaks all the time. I’ve told my boyfriend about it, but he thinks my fantasy is silly and tells me it would be impossible. To be honest, he’s right. The elevator only seems to break down at the end of the day when it’s full of tired people who aren’t happy, and to be honest, none of them are anyone I’d be willing to fuck. A few times it will freeze in the morning, but that’s really rare. I’m usually on it during the end of the day break-downs.

Some might ask why I bother to take the elevator if it frequently breaks. Well, I work on the eleventh floor of a twelve-story building. I’m the personal assistant, or secretary as some might call it, to the operations manager. The men who work on the top floor are the owner and president of the company. I’ve been up there a couple of times with my boss. The secretaries there have been there for years and they look it. I tried once taking the stairs, but in my high heels, the walk was murder.

Every day is pretty much the same routine for me. I live with my boyfriend of two years currently. Our sex life has kind of waned lately and I fear he’s cheating on me. I get up and shower while he makes us coffee and breakfast. We have breakfast, get dressed, then head off to our respective jobs.

My usual work attire is a skirt with thigh-high stockings underneath, lace thong panties and matching bra because they make me feel sexy. I pick a nice soft colored blouse, and depending on what we might have scheduled, will depend on if I pair it with a jacket or a vest. Occasionally I wear a tie, but that’s only for formal occasions. Of course, I’m always in high heels, usually black. I usually wear my blonde hair down as pulling it up gives me a headache. My makeup is always professional and conservative that complements my blue eyes because of the number of clients I must greet.

My boyfriend Charles works across town as an accountant. The only time he’s really busy is during tax time. Hence why I fear he’s cheating on me, tax time is long since over. He wears a nice Italian suit to the office and always looks sharp. He keeps his black hair cut short and neat, clean-shaven, and has the deepest, brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Of course he’s handsome, tall, and what many women lust over. I really hope he’s not cheating on me.

I chose a pink blouse and wore a matching pink bra and thong. I selected my black skirt with vest, my black stockings and heels. As I gathered my things, Charles said, “I might be working late again tonight.”

I sighed. “Really?”

Charles wrapped his arms around my waist. “Mackenzie, you know I love you.”

“I know,” I replied.

“Mackenzie, I’m trying to woo a new client.”

“What’s her name?”

Charles rolled his eyes. “I’m not dignifying that question with an answer.”

“And you wonder why I’m suspicious,” I said and pulled away.

Charles grabbed me and kissed me forcefully. “I love you Mackenzie. It’s why I’m busting my ass to do this.”

The kiss made my toes curl and my hair straighten. Yeah, Charles knew how to end a fight. “I love you too, Charles.”

Now, that damn kiss made me horny and wet, but we were both at risk of being late so sex had to wait. I drove to work and of course, traffic sucked. I ran to catch the elevator that was filling up fast. It was pretty full, but I managed to squeeze in along with a few others. Many of the employees get off between the third and fifth floor. I’m usually the last one on, but today I noticed the light for the twelfth floor was on. After the few who got off on the seventh floor left, I noticed a man standing in the back wearing a nice suit. We were the only two left on the elevator.

As we passed the eighth and ninth floor, the elevator suddenly lurched and stopped. I went flying and would have landed on my ass had the stranger not caught me. His strong arms incased in the expensive Italian suit (I could tell when I was this close) held me up and I could smell the erotic aroma of his expensive cologne. A moment later we were plunged into darkness for almost a minute before the emergency lights came on.

“Are you all right?” he asked. His voice was deep, sexy, and accented.

“Yeah,” I said. “You?”

“Fine.” He stood me back up and asked, “What was that?”

“Fucking elevator just malfunctioned. Oh… shit… damn! I’m sorry.” Me and my damn filthy mouth.

“It’s fine,” he replied. “I take it this happened before?”

“Yeah,” I replied. “Too often if you ask me.

“I’m Samuel,” he said, extending his hand.”

“Mackenzie,” I replied, taking his hand.

Samuel was tall, dark haired, dark skinned, and sexy as fuck. The man filled out his suit in a way men should. I had to force myself to stop staring. “Do you work here?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m Mr. Tomkins’ personal assistant or secretary depending on who you ask.”

“And you’ve been trapped in here before?”

“Yeah, but usually at the end of the day, not at the beginning.”

“Just my luck then,” he said.

“Where are you from?” I had to know where that accent was from.

“Egypt,” he replied.

“Your accent is unique.”

“What accent?”

“Well… to me… that is…”

Samuel began to laugh. “I’m teasing you. I know you American’s hear an accent when I speak.”

I stepped over to the emergency phone. “Hello? Hello?” I called out. Nothing.

I replaced the phone and sighed. “Looks like a power failure.”

“Is that why the lights are so dim?”

“Yup, and why the fucking phone won’t work. Shit! I mean…”

Samuel laughed again. “I don’t mind your swearing,” he said. “In fact, I find it kind of sexy.”

I felt my cheeks burn as I blushed. “I didn’t want you to think I’m trashy.”

“Never.”

I walked over to the wall, then remembered my cell phone. I dug into my purse, pulled it out, and threw it back in. “No fucking signal.” I had forgotten the company had made the elevators cellphone proof to cut back on people talking and bothering the riders.

“Looks like we’re trapped.”

“It does indeed.”

Samuel moved toward me. “Maybe we can make good use of our time.”

“How so?” I asked.

Samuel leaned down and kissed me forcefully on the mouth. Images from multiple erotic stories flashed through my mind. Here was this handsome stranger kissing me in an elevator. I could feel his hard cock press against my body, the scent of his cologne and my arousal filled my nostrils, and my thong got wetter. He took my hands at my wrists, held them over my head, and pressed his body against me.

“I can smell your pussy, you know,” he said, breathlessly. “And I’m curious to see what you taste like.”

I shuddered as he kissed me again. His tongue invading my mouth, probing, teasing, tasting. I felt my nipples stand up and press out like the buttons on a winter coat against his chest. One hand held my wrists, the other began to unbutton my blouse and vest. I knew it was wrong, I was letting this stranger touch me where only Charles has, and yet, I wanted it. I wanted this stranger to fulfill my fantasy. His hand caressed my bra covered breast as he began to kiss down my jaw line. I moaned softly as he pushed my bra up.

“Beautiful tits,” he said.

“Thanks,” I replied.

He released my wrists and clamped his mouth on one nipple as his fingers began twisting my other causing me to moan. His free hand reached under my skirt, teasing my pussy though my thong. Electricity shot through my body as he sucked, bit, tugged, and touched me. I reached out and began to push his jacket off his shoulders. I had to touch him too.

I felt his hands reach under my skirt and lower my thong. “I’m going to taste you now,” he growled.

I shuddered as he raised my skirt and lowered my pink thong to the floor. So many thoughts ran through my mind, so many words I wish I could have said as I placed my hand on his muscular shoulder and stepped out of my thong. A moment later I felt his lips latch onto my pussy and suck. I moaned loudly and shuddered. I nearly had an orgasm right there and then. I braced myself against the wall as his tongue probed my inner walls, then flicked my clit.

His hands came up my legs and held my ass firmly as he sucked my clit into his mouth. He pushed my legs apart as far as I could go and remain standing, then slid one finger into my ass, and one into my pussy. I screamed as I exploded on his fingers. I felt my pussy clamp down as my orgasm raged through my body. My juices ran down my leg, inside my thighs.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed.

Samuel was on his feet in a split second. I heard his zipper fall and I caught a quick glance of his rigid shaft with the purple knob before I felt his cock slam into me. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist as he began thrusting. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, my feet dangling off the floor, and I was being fucked. With each pump he said in my ear, “Your. Pussy. Is. Mine. Now.”

I wasn’t going to argue as he was fucking me silly. I just moaned and savored the moment. I was so caught up in the magical spell of what we were doing that I hadn’t realized he was fucking me bareback or that I was cheating on Charles. All I cared about was his cock deep in my pussy, fucking me like a cheap whore.

The air was filled with the scent his cologne and raw sex as we fucked. In the dim light of the elevator, we fucked like a pair of animals. Grunting, moaning, fucking. Samuel kissed me with the same force he fucked me with, building my orgasm to new heights. The final straw was his finger invading my ass, pushing me over the edge. I screamed as my body exploded with sexual release.

Samuel kept pumping even as I felt my inner walls clamp down and squeeze his cock.

Then, without warning he pulled out and dropped me to the cold floor with a thud. He grabbed my hair harshly, causing me to cry out and stuffed his cock into my mouth. A moment later my mouth was filled with the taste of my pussy and his sticky sweet cum. He fucked my mouth the way he had fucked my pussy. I swallowed his seed, drinking down the sweet and salty treat.

Once his cock had softened, he pulled out and the lights came on. I knew the cameras would be working, so I quickly put my bra back into place and buttoned my blouse and vest. I looked around but my thong was nowhere to be found. Samuel put his cock back into his pants and picked up his jacket as I stood up. The emergency phone rang, I stepped over and answered. “Hello?”

“Oh shit!” said the man’s voice on the other end. “Someone’s in there?”

“Two someones,” I replied.

Samuel smiled wickedly, hiding his laugh. “We’ll get you two out as quickly as possible. Is anyone hurt?”

“You hurt?” I asked Samuel.

“My cock is soft, but otherwise I’m fine,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at him then said, “No, we’re fine.”

“Okay, we’ll have you two moving in a moment.”

I hung up the phone, then asked, “Where is my thong?”

“You mean, ‘my thong’ now don’t you?”

I rolled my eyes again. “Fine, whatever.”

A moment later, the elevator moved and soon the doors slid open. We stepped off and headed to the stairs. At least we were on the tenth floor so I only had to hike up one flight of stairs. I was greeted by my coworkers who were worried about me, and Samuel disappeared into my past. I assured everyone I was fine and had to fill out a mountain of paperwork about the incident in the elevator where I neglected my naughty encounter with Samuel. I’m sure he had to do much of the same.

The remainder of my day was me fielding questions about my time in the elevator. Everyone wanted to know if I was scared, bored, etc. I had a hard time focusing because I was too busy dealing with my guilt about what I had done to Charles. I allowed myself to cheat on him because on some dark level, I had assumed he was already cheating on me. Several times I picked up my cell and started to call, only to end the call and talk myself out of it. I decided to come clean when I got home. Better to confess my sins face to face.

I stayed a bit late to catch up on my paperwork that would have been done during my entrapment with Samuel. The ride downstairs was completely uneventful, except for my tears of shame. I was about to ruin my relationship with Charles and I knew it was all my fault. As I drove home, I talked myself out of telling Charles, deciding that what he didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt me… or him.

I was shocked to see Charles’ car in the driveway. I knew I had to tell him about the elevator, but how much was the real question. I walked in and heard voices.

“Charles! I’m home!” I called out.

“In the kitchen baby!” replied Charles.

I took a deep breath, set my things down, and took my walk of shame. I entered the kitchen to the sound of two men laughing, and a man saying, “She sucked my cock dry and licked me clean.”

My heart stopped. I knew that accented voice. There at my kitchen table having a beer with Charles, was Samuel.

“Hey baby!” exclaimed Charles, who jumped up and kissed me. “This is my old college roommate Sam. He’s in town for a few days and came by for a visit. Sam, this is Mackenzie, my girlfriend.”

I knew Samuel could see the fear in my eyes as he said, “Charles has been telling me all about you.”

I swallowed hard, then said, “It’s… um… nice to… um… meet you.”

“What’s wrong hon?” asked Charles.

So much baby, just so much. That’s what I should have said. I should have confessed my sins, but instead I said, “Incident at work with that fucking elevator again.”

“Oh shit, were you trapped too?” asked Charles.

“Too?” I asked.

“Sam was telling me he was trapped in an elevator with a woman at your business. He thinks she was a client. A horny bitch, whoever she was. She sucked his cock dry and they fucked like animals.”

My heart was racing. I wanted to cry when Samuel said, “It seems the building had a power failure and several folks were trapped in the elevators.”

Wait… he wasn’t throwing me under the bus? What the fuck? I decided to play along. “Yeah, but sadly I was alone.”

I couldn’t believe it, I was lying to Charles and getting away with it. I was so ashamed of myself. I excused myself to use the restroom and try to wash away my shame. As I finished, Samuel was standing outside my door.

“I realized quickly you might have been Charles’ Mackenzie so I adjusted my story just a bit.”

“You could have tattled on me.”

“I know,” he said, “but I also know that Charles is crazy about you.”

“So, what now?”

Samuel handed me back my thong and said, “Now we move forward. I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I nodded my head and slipped back into the bathroom. Once my thong was on and my hands were washed, I returned to listen to the boys chat. It seemed they had their fair share of ladies in their wilder days and fucked a few ladies in an elevator, but Charles made it clear he was a one-woman man now. It felt like a kick in the gut.

Shortly after Samuel left I took a shower. Guilt raged through my body. I wanted to tell Charles everything. Instead, I scrubbed my skin raw and cleaned my pussy of all evidence of my illicit affair. I dried off and crawled into bed naked where Charles was waiting. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head softly.

“Rough day,” he said.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

“Enjoy having your elevator fantasy fulfilled?”

My heart fucking stopped. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Charles,” I sobbed.

“Shhh,” he said, holding me tight. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“How… how… how did… how did you…” I couldn’t get my words out.

Charles shifted so we were looking at each other. “As Samuel was telling me his story, it just sounded like your elevator fantasy. Then he let it slip that the girl was wearing a pink bra with matching thong panties. That’s your favorite set.”

I began to cry. “I never intended to–,” Charles kissed me before I could finish.

“I know baby, I know. He did stress he was the aggressor. Plus, I saw the panicked look on your face when you saw him in the kitchen.”

I cried for several minutes while Charles held me tight. Finally I said, “I’m so sorry. Should I pack my shit and leave?”

“Why?” he replied.

“Because I cheated on you,” I said.

“True. But as I see it, it wasn’t a planned affair, it was an opportunity you took advantage of.”

None of this made any sense. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Only that I love you Mackenzie, and I’m not letting this ruin our relationship.”

We didn’t make love that night, I was too busy crying. I knew something wasn’t right, but as to what that was, I had no idea. It would be a few nights later when I would learn the truth. Samuel came over for dinner, and it was clear he knew I had told. I fixed steaks and all the trimmings, and dinner was tense. Finally, Samuel spoke. “So, Mackenzie, Charles tells me you two have been together for about two years now.”

“Yeah,” I replied, “that’s about right.”

“And he still hasn’t made an honest woman out of you.”

“It’s fine,” I lied. It wasn’t, but at this point I wasn’t about to rock the boat.

“Did Charles tell you how we met?”

“He said you two were college roommates.”

“That’s true,” said Samuel, sipping his wine. “Did he tell you about what we did in college?”

“No.” Where was this going?

“Charles and I worked on elevators through college. In fact, I spoke with the maintenance staff in your building about fixing the problem with the elevators breaking down so often.”

My heart raced as Samuel spoke. This wasn’t going well and I didn’t like what I was hearing. “Why are you telling me all this?”

“Did Charles also tell you that he once fucked my girlfriend?”

I looked at Charles in shock. “What’s he talking about?”

Charles sighed, “We were drunk and at a frat party.”

“I told him he owed me,” said Samuel “The other day in the elevator, I was able to make things right.”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“He fucked my girlfriend in college, I fucked his girlfriend in an elevator.”

The feeling of being kicked in the gut was triple strength this time. “But… but that… that was a random encounter.”

“Really?” he said. “Think about it Mackenzie. You and I just happen to be in an elevator that breaks down when we are alone and doesn’t come back until we are finished. I’m sure Charles enjoyed the show as well.”

I felt nauseous. I was used in a sick revenge plot, and I was pissed. “Is that why you were so quick to forgive me?” I shrieked at Charles.

He nodded his head. “I’m sorry Mackenzie.”

My head was spinning. I wasn’t sure who I was angrier with more, Charles, Samuel, or me. I stood up, threw my drink into Samuel’s face, slapped Charles and said, “You two bastards deserve each other.”

I ran out of the house, jumped into my car and took off. I spent the night in a local hotel thinking about what had occurred. Despite my rage at Charles and Samuel, it was the woman in the mirror I was most pissed off with. Had I said ‘no’ when Samuel kissed me, none of this would have happened. I chose to cheat on Charles because I assumed he was cheating on me.

I returned home the next morning and it was clear Charles had about as much sleep as I did. He admitted to sharing my fantasy with Samuel some time ago, and never thought he’d use it against us until he arrived a day earlier and put Samuel’s twisted plan into motion. We spent the day talking and crying. Turns out I was wrong, Charles wasn’t cheating on me, but he also said he wasn’t going to seek out revenge either since he did set me up in the first place.

Somehow, we forgave each other, but it wasn’t easy. A week after Samuel left, two-dozen long stemmed roses were delivered to my desk. One dozen came with a card was from Charles telling me how much he loved me, and the other dozen was from Samuel apologizing for the deception. That evening, an expensive bottle of pink champagne was delivered by FedEx with a note that said, “Charles, We’re even. Samuel.”

From then on, we only shared our fantasies and lived them out with each other. Samuel was a lesson we both needed to learn the hard way and I never distrusted Charles again.