They Keep At It

The hard fall on the elevators tiled floor, the shriek of surprise by the elevator's lone occupant, the metallic clang of the elevator doors as they closed uncharacteristically fast, as if a trap had sprung.

None of it distracted, or slowed the primal coitus of Damian humping into Sierra. It only added to the arousal and pleasure as Sierra gazed over Damian’s shoulder at the woman in the blue dress gawking at them.

In all Erin-Lynn's years she couldn't have imagined this happening. She was both aghast and amazed by how they had tumbled into the elevator and hardly missed a thrust. Thoughts of wonder at the guys stamina emerged in her train of thought as the elevator seemed to ignore every floor button she pressed to try and get off.

Did they break the elevator?

As Erin-Lynn tried to do anything but stare, torn in thought of whether to try breaking it up or join… That's a ridiculous thought, where had it come from? Shaking her head Erin-Lynn tried to distract her thoughts from anything but the couple rutting on the elevator floor.

The gentle rock of the elevator as the naked guy thrust consistently, forcefully, enthusiastically… What was she doing? Their moans and groans of pleasure driving Erin-Lynn to cover her ears to try ignoring it, the scent of sex growing stronger.

Did the elevator just change directions? Leaning out from the corner next to the door where anxiously waited to step out around the couple she looked to the floor counter over the doors. It had started…

With a sudden lurch the elevator came to a halt, Erin-Lynn falling over onto the couple before rolling onto the floor next to them. Her excited cry as she toppled and landed on the rutting couple drew everything to an awkward silence as Damian ceased his humping, Sierra quieted her moaning, and the couple looked at blankly.

What am I doing? Damian wondered, his cock calling for a resumption as it wallowed happily in the warm depths of Sierra's wet pussy. How could he be so careless as to fuck in the hall outside the elevators? Inside occupied elevators! It felt so great… But they had to stop… to get away! Why don't you invite her to join? Would Sierra be cool with that? He managed to shake the lurid thoughts from his head.

Sierra however wasn't feeling so easily perturbed, she groaned reluctantly as she felt Damian pull out. She smiled with bemusement as he stood and struggled to cover his foot long cock. Such rigid glory, she thought looking back at the girl facing her on the floor, doe eyed.

Starting to get up Sierra smiled. She could hear the whispers of a thousand pleasured souls. Inviting her to submit to her most lurid thoughts, dreams, fantasies. Glancing at Damian she could see them slowly overtaking his sudden sober moment, his hands shifting from trying to cover his cock to subconsciously stroking it slowly in both the women's directions as he looked over the button panel. The elevator was back on their floor.

Sitting up Sierra smiled playfully at the pale skinned dirty blonde lying next to her. Looking up and down the white strapped blueish purple dress, nice hips, good sized breasts, what about her ass… Sierra assessed the woman with a playful smile, amused by the stunned look and the hazel eyes that had drifted to watch Damian stroking his cock.

“You don't have to just watch… You know.” Sierra remarked drawing at first a glance, then a head turn and the beginning of a stuttered reply. Sierra didn't want to hear they woman's words, so she kissed her.

Sierra's tongue wrestled her female companions into submission, her hand fondled a large soft breast.

Erin-Lynn was perplexed to say the least. Her **** infused mind already partially liberated from her inhibitions, the corruption infusing it pushing those inhibitions further back. The invitation to join exciting her, the surprise kiss and grope slowly processing from intrusive to welcomed.

As Sierra departed the kiss she was amused by the stunned look of bliss on the woman's face. Fondling her once more Sierra debated popping the woman's breasts free for a look, maybe even a lick. But with a side ward glance she could see her drunken boyfriend watching intently, the massaging of his cock now quite deliberate.

Smiling she debated which playmate to enjoy, and which playmate to leave join.