He pushed me against the wall. I couldn’t breathe. I had just…

He pushed me against the wall. I couldn’t breathe. I had just wanted to get to the fifth floor, but I wasn’t going to make it there now. I knew he was going to rape me even before he stopped the elevator, pulled my tits out of my bra and tank top and laughed. He pushed me back against the wall and wrapped his hand around my throat.

“You’re a hot, little piece of meat,” he hissed at me. I could feel his breath hit mine. I wanted to vomit, but I knew if I did he would make me sorry. I could see it in his eyes. 

“Please!” I begged him. 

“Please what, Princess?” he asked, mocking me. 

“Please don’t rape me,” I begged. 

“I love it when they beg,” he said and he laughed as he pulled my shorts off of me, bent me over and shoved his cock roughly inside of me. 

“Please!” I screamed. “Somebody help me! I’m being raped!” I screamed. I knew that even if someone was listening, there was no way they could reach me in time. He was going to fuck me and I just had to brace myself and deal with it. His cock hammered into me, pushing my head against the side of the elevator. The harder he slammed my pussy with his cock, the harder my head would slam into the wall. The thud, thud, thud was deafening in my own ears, but his cock fucking me felt good, so much better than any other sex I’d ever had. My boyfriend hadn’t ever fucked me like this!

I came hard as he fucked me and I couldn’t hold back my screams of pleasure. He kept right on fucking me, taking orgasm after orgasm from me and giving me the most intense pleasure I had ever endured at the hands of a man. He grunted as he came inside of me and when he was done he looked down at me and gave me a sneer that he probably tried to pass off as a smile. 

“You were a good place to dump my cum. I hope you’ve learned now that this is what you’re for. When you see a dick in need, it’s your job to stick out this little pussy and let them use it. Okay? It’s what you’re good at.” I stared blankly at him. 

“You just raped me in an elevator,” I said, glaring at him. “I’m a woman, not a cum receptacle!” 

“We’ll see about that,” he said with a smile. “I disabled that help button. No one knows we’re even here until tomorrow morning. We have a whole night ahead of us, and I’m going to fuck the living shit out of every one of your holes.” I gulped and our eyes met. He smiled as my mouth dropped open. I was about to get raped all fucking night long and what scared me the most is how wet that thought made my pussy.