Erotic Stranger Sex-The Deep Desires of the Voice on the Phone
Erotic stranger sex is the cornerstone of why any good operator gives good phone sex. I was a hot fourteen-year-old the first time I got off on reading erotica. “Sweet Savage Love”, was hidden at the back of my closet under a purple towel. The difference now is that I find myself drifting into fantasy much of the time. My most current one involves a stranger on the elevator.
Elevators have always been a place that I find myself drifting into fantasy. The fantasies that run through my mind in an elevator can take on many different undertones. However, the one that often runs through my mind is one that takes on an erotic story. Erotic stranger sex on the elevator is my go-to orgasm when I’m alone and stroking my wet pussy.
The dark stranger was next to me again. Breathe, Chanel, just breathe. Desire curled in my belly, fueled by my naughty thoughts and my horny body. I heard a faint rustle behind me, then a thick arm appeared beside me and pressed a red button on the panel. Immediately the elevator ground to a halt and before I could say anything twin arms appeared on either side of my head and a low voice next to my ear murmured, “I see you on this elevator every morning. I loved the feel of the metal against my suddenly hard and sensitive nipples elicited a breathy moan as I was pressed against the elevator doors by a hard body behind me. His hard length pressed against my hip. “I can smell your arousal,” he growled, that low sexy voice making my stomach tighten.
Sex Therapy with Chanel…….
Oh God, his voice is pure sex, “I need to see if you taste as good as you smell.” There was no request for permission in his voice only an implacable demand, rolling my head sideways to allow him access. His lips slid across the soft skin behind my ear, tongue flicking out to touch me; his teeth nipped the lobe and I moaned, pressing back against him. He rotated his hips. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” Unthinking, I spread my legs to give him access and gasped loudly as fingers slid along the outside of my soaked panties, pressing against my aching core.
Surrender was my only Choice
Was this really happening? My body bucked, trapped between the metal doors and the hot body behind me. His fingers pulsed, sliding across my clit with increasing frequency, and my hips moved of their own volition. I cried out when his teeth sank into my shoulder, then his fingers slid beneath the thin cotton and lace and stroked my wet skin, pulling at my tender opening in a way that had me moaning loudly inside the elevator. “Come for me,” he murmured. His fingers pushed deep inside, thumb flicking my hard nub, and with a strangled cry I came hard. Forced sex was getting me off in ways that I would never have believed possible. My forehead rested against the hard steel of the door as I shuddered, suddenly boneless. My submission felt like another chapter in Alt Sex Stories.
Startled out of my erotic daydream. Looking around I suddenly realize I’m back in my living room. My phone is ringing. With a shaky hand and throbbing and wet pussy, I answer and whisper…
This is Chanel…
