A sex-crazed demon lives in the elevator. And no, I’m not saying this because I have heard this story countless times like everyone else. The only reason I believe there really is a sex-crazed spirit is that horny elevator demon actually fucked me. A couple of times. I have no idea how long he has been trapped in the elevator. I only know he exists. That’s enough to make a whore like me desire him.
Don’t ride the elevator dressed like a whore. Don’t ride the elevator all alone. Please, don’t ride the elevator in the middle of the night.
Sluts Have Their Own Rules
Everyone on the block always chants these words. But oh wells, I’m just as stubborn as I’m slutty, so I did all three. I rode the public elevator dressed like an absolute whore. I rode the elevator all alone. And, I rode the elevator at midnight.
I wore a transparent black bodysuit made of delicate lace. It was the only thing I wore. Well, unless you count my wide fishnet stockings and high-heeled strap sandals. I strode into the elevator with a shamelessly wet pussy. My nipples hardened beneath my bodysuit. They strained against the fabric and seemed to get harder with each passing second.
We Meet Again, Horny Elevator Demon
And then, I felt a presence in the elevator. The lights suddenly went off, like snuffed-out candlelight. I shuddered where I stood. I was eager to fuck the legendary demon, yes, but for a brief moment I gave in to fear.
The horny elevator demon’s hand grazed the left side of my face. It was outrageously cold, as though he’d spent centuries in a freezer. He whirled me around and pinned me to the wall so my ass ground into his already hardened cock. When he parted his lips to let out a hushed whimper, his breath caressed the bare skin of my left shoulder. He reached for the crotch of the bodysuit and ripped the fabric apart to bare my pussy.
He grabbed my ass with both hands. I stuck out my ass and arched my back, wordlessly asking him to go on ahead and fuck me. When he delayed, I reached behind me to grab his cock. I have no idea when he got rid of his clothes. Honestly, I have no idea if the horny elevator demon even had clothes on when he came to me.
Oh, How I Have Wanted This
But it doesn’t matter now. And it didn’t matter then. The only thing that mattered was the huge cock in my firm grip. I placed the tip of his cock at my anal sphincter, and when my unlubricated state posed a resistance, I ran his shaft along my pussy, smearing it all over with my vaginal fluid.
When I returned his cock to my ass, its fat tip tore through my tightness. He tightened his hold on my ass, slammed me into the wall, and shoved his full length inside of me.
He pounded me hard. Way harder than a human ever could. My ass ached and throbbed as he stretched me to my limit. And did I like it? Fuck yeah.
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