Going Down?
written by:
Fluffy_Kat

Going Down? By Fluffy Kat

Latrise walks through the crowded hotel lobby oblivious to the admiring looks. Her black high heel pumps clicking a spellbinding rhythm that lures men to follow like rats behind the piped piper. One older gentleman closes his eyes in blissful appreciation as she strides by and he catches a hint of her jasmine perfume.

She is wearing a black trench coat cinched in at her hourglass waist. The belted coat accentuates her full hips; their bounce draws lusty gazes. She is scheduled to meet with Ryan at 9:00 for the photo session and she is running late.

She checks her watch as she impatiently waits for the elevator doors to slide open. She thinks good, it is only 9:05. Ryan shouldn't be too angry with me. The elevator doors open and the most delectable man appears in front of her like a big birthday gift. She enters the elevator thankful that the two of them are alone.

In the reflection of the elevator doors, Latrise notices the handsome stranger slide his dark brown eyes in her direction.

"I know you from somewhere, don't I?"

"You might but I don't ever recall meeting you." Latrise wants to add because I would most definitely remember meeting you but keeps her mouth shut.

"Well, now you have, lovely lady. My name is Jack." He holds out his well-manicured hand for her grasp.

She grabs his proffered hand and admires the firm grasp of his soft, sexy hands. She turns back towards the closed doors.

"Are you staying at the hotel?" His gaze falls upon her ample bosom.

As Latrise catches his reflection in the mirrored doors, she grins. "No, I'm here for a photo shoot." She knows that will pique his curiosity.

"Hmmmmmmmmm ... a photo shoot?" Jack closes his eyes and inhales her intoxicating perfume.

"I'm doing a modeling shoot in the penthouse here."

Jack wants to run his hands over her ivory colored skin and grasp those long curls as her generous deep pink mouth envelopes his cock. But he comes back to his senses.

"What kind of modeling do you do?"

"I'm a lingerie model."

Jack thinks he died and went to heaven. He can easily imagine this goddess scantily dressed in leather as she straddles his dick. He gets hard just at the thought.

Suddenly the elevator jerks to a stop and the lights go out. Latrise falls into Jack's arms. His hard dick presses against her thigh making her gasp. When the elevator doesn't start back up, she starts to panic. She presses all the buttons and looks for an emergency call button.

"Jesus, what could be wrong!"

Dim lights come on but the elevator doesn't move.

Jack calmly assures her, "The emergency generator must have kicked in. The hotel must be having a power outage. I'm sure they will get us out of here as soon as possible."

Latrise grabs Jack's arm. "It's just that I hate small, closed-in places."

"Why don't you stop upsetting yourself and tell me everything I should know about you instead?" Jack gently grabs her arm. "Why don't we sit down here on the floor and wait to be rescued?"

She sits down next to him, trying to adjust her trench coat. She regrets wearing one of the outfits she is supposed to model under her coat. It seemed like a great time saving idea at the time. Right now the coat fails to close over her legs and the coat is open up to her thighs.

Jack's eyes don't fail to take in her thick thighs. He thanks God for the power outage and the dim lights that subtlety hides his hard on.

He chuckles, "You can start by telling me what you have on underneath that coat."

Latrise looks into his deep brown eyes and has the sudden urge to kiss him, to devour his mouth and explore his delectable body with her hands. She laughs instead.

"It seemed like such a good idea at the time. I'm always running late. I'm awful with appointments. So I thought I'd wear one of the outfits I'm modeling under my coat thinking I could begin shooting right away." She nervously looks at her watch. "Ryan, the photographer, is going to go ballistic. I'll be lucky to get another lingerie gig for the next two years after this."

"What if I put in a good word for you? Would that help?"

Latrise leans her head back against the wall of the elevator. Her throat bared and a substantial amount of cleavage showing at the neckline of her coat. Jack wants to make a trail with his tongue from her throat to the center of her cleavage. He is knocked out of his lustful trance by her throaty laugh.

"I doubt that, hun. I think I've used up my last ace with Ryan. This isn't the first time I've been late. He's a prick when it comes to appointments and I'm the biggest thorn in his side. Unless you have some major pull, I don't think it will do much good."

As she hangs her head, the gold highlights in her hair glitter in the soft glow of the emergency light. She pulls her knees up against her chest no longer caring that he is able to see all of her luscious legs.

He leans over. She can feel his breath brush against her cheek. Lifting her head and readying her lips for his, she is a little taken aback when he presents her with his mobile phone.

"If you know this Ryan's number, why don't you call him to let him know what happened?"

She looks from the phone to his face. She aches to feel his lips, to run her fingers through his thick brown hair. Their eyes lock and hold. She sees the desire in his eyes and quickly looks down at the space age looking phone.

Latrise rummages through her purse for Ryan's number. She dials and waits for Ryan's prissy voice to answer but instead she gets his voicemail.

"Ryan, this is Latrise. I am currently stuck in the elevator at the hotel somewhere between the second floor and the penthouse. Hopefully I will see you soon."

She hands the phone back to Jack. Their hands brush together sending an electrical charge through her body. She takes a chance and leans over brushing her lips against his. He pulls her to him. His mouth hungrily seeks hers. He strokes her hair, her back and finally his hands rest on her ample ass. He pulls her closer so she can feel his desire for her.

Latrise's forgets about her claustrophobia. She forgets about her self-control. She runs her fingers through Jack's hair, pulling his head closer as their tongues tease each other's mouths. When he pulls her close enough that she feels his engorged cock, she loses all control. She pets and strokes his cock through his slacks. Jack, in turn, expertly unbuttons and unbelts her coat. All the while his cock gets harder and longer.

When she is free of her coat, Jack pulls back and looks at what she is wearing. She has on a black leather corset with mesh cups. Her dark areolas and pert nipples are begging to be kissed and sucked. Her shapely legs are encased in black stockings held up with garters. He bends down and sucks on her nipples through the mesh.

Latrise quickly helps him unfasten his belt and slacks. He pulls them down around his ankles and kicks them off along with his silk boxers. He starts to move over her but she pushes him back so he is sitting with his back to the wall.

She grasps his cock and strokes it, marveling at its hardness. Latrise takes him in her mouth and he gasps. He is long and thick but she can take almost his entire length in her mouth and throat. She wets his cock with her saliva until it glistens. Then she sucks up and down its length, sucking so hard it almost hurts him, while she gently fondles his nuts.

Jack runs his fingers through her long blonde hair. He can make out her head bobbing up down over his cock and he feels a quickening in his loins.

As if she knows he is about to cum, she slows down. She removes his cock from her warm, wet mouth and instead licks its underbelly and flicks her tongue over the head. She blows on it and it sends a shiver of excitement over him. Then she takes his one nut sack in her mouth and sucks on it. She sucks so hard it aches but it feels wonderful. Then she repeats with the other nut. He feels a little pre-cum ooze from his dick's tip. She notices it too and quickly laps it up.

He moans, "Oh, baby, please let me fuck you, please."

Latrise slowly works her way up his body. She runs her tongue along his belly. She takes first one nipple and then the other in her mouth and hungrily sucks. He feels the sensation down to the tip of his dick.

She nuzzles his neck, licking him at his pulse point and then gently blows on it.

Jack finally grabs her head and pulls her to his mouth. He devours her lips and her tongue. She has moved so that she is straddling his lap. As he kisses her, he fingers her clit and finds her pussy is dripping with anticipation. His finger starts circling her little nub and he is rewarded with a sharp intake of breath followed by a deep groan. She starts moving her hips in response to his fingers.

Latrise, with her lips still locked to Jacks, reaches between her legs and moves aside her thong and lowers herself down on his shaft. He pulls down the mesh cups of her corset and hungrily sucks her nipples, one and then the other, making sure neither nipple goes unattended for very long. Latrise slowly moves her hips up and down. With each slow thrust Jack groans and nibbles her breasts more excitedly. She arches her back and leans back holding onto his knees his cock now rubbing steadily over her moist clit.

Her hips move more quickly because she feels the warmth starting at her clit beginning to spread throughout her body. Jack releases her breasts and his strong hands cup her ass. He encourages her quickened thrusts. His fingers move to the crack of her ample ass and he pulls her cheeks apart to give him greater penetration and so he can feel her pussy envelop his balls. His crotch is wet with her juices. He can feel her wetness trickle between his legs and the thought that the floor in the elevator is going to be a mess crosses his mind for just a moment. He lets out a groan as Latrise climaxes and her pussy tightens like a fist around his dick. As more of her juices flow over him, he fills the climax building in his testicles.

As Latrise weakens from her third orgasm and Jack is still sliding her pussy up and down on his cock, the lights come on and the elevator begins to move. Jack is beyond caring and continues ramming his cock into Latrise's hot, tight pussy. He doesn't give a shit who might see him. This is the best pussy he has had in years.

The elevator doors open to the penthouse, as Jack is ready to climax. As the doors open, three buxom beauties scantily clad in satin and lace corsets and high heels are watching him fuck the incredible blonde beauty on his lap. He watches them as they gasp and stare. The big Nubian releases one of her huge breasts from her corset and begins fingering her nipple. A long legged redhead licks her lips and removes the thong she is wearing as if to say I'm next. The voluptuous brunette moves her fingers down to her pussy and begins to rub.

Latrise releases a scream of pleasure as Jack spurts his cum deep into her pussy. She continues to whimper until he releases the last of his seed. She moves off him still weak from the ordeal and finally notices the other women watching them. Just as the redhead moves toward the elevator, the doors close and the elevator begins to descend. Latrise picks up Jack's pants and underwear as he gets up. He hurriedly puts them on and they are both fully clothed when the doors open to an old woman and her little dog.

The dog sniffs with interest the spot the two of them made on the carpet. His little cock peeks out of its sheath as he continues to sniff. Latrise looks at Jack and he knowingly smiles. The old woman gets out on the first floor practically dragging her dog behind her. They press the button for the penthouse. As the elevator ascends, they kiss each other deeply moving their hands over each other's bodies.

The doors open to the penthouse and the other gorgeous women who watched them earlier are now in seductive poses in various areas of the apartment. Latrise confidently steps from the elevator and walks toward the photographer and his crew.

"God damn it, Latrise!" Ryan yells as he turns at the sound of her heels clicking on the marble foyer floor. "The power came back on more than 10 minutes ago. Where in the hell have ..." As Ryan turns he sees Jack and his words are sucked right back in his mouth. He quickly regains his composure.

"I'm so sorry for that outburst, Mr. Vancouver! Please make yourself comfortable." Ryan turns to his assistant, "Shelly, get Mr. Vancouver some champagne and some of those lovely hors d'oeuvres."

Jack sits on a vacant sofa and watches everyone watching him. He sees Latrise's baffled look when she realizes she just fucked the owner of the Vancouver Hotel. He notices the bosomy chocolate tart slyly smiling at him. The redhead licks her lips while the brunette absentmindedly rubs one of her nipples. He smiles as Shelly carefully places a flute of champagne in front of him and offers him a tray of hors d'oeuvres. He grabs a toasted point with some goop on top and sprigs of something green and devours it in one bite. While taking a sip of champagne, he lifts one eyebrow at Ryan.

Ryan yells, "People, people! Can we get back to work, PLEASE?" He claps his hands to punctuate his words.

Jack enjoys the rest of the night watching the buxom beauties in provocative poses. His cock gets hard just thinking about the delectable Latrise. He thought she was hot as hell in the leather corset but he gasped when he saw her in a white lace number that made her look sweet and almost virginal.

He got up as Latrise headed for the elevator. When the redhead quickly jumped for the elevator, he grabbed Latrise's arm and pulled her aside. The redhead, not wanting to look foolish, was forced to get on the elevator as the doors opened.

The brunette and black models left earlier and Ryan and his crew were still disassembling their equipment. Jack's phone rings and once he answers it, he looks at Latrise and asks her to wait a moment while he takes the call. He walks into the nearest bedroom. A couple of minutes later, he emerges all smiles.

"Can I make sure you get home safely?"

Latrise laughs and hits the elevator button. She hears it hum as it nears the penthouse floor.

"Why do I have the feeling that is a loaded question? You seeing me hope safely?"

Jack chuckles, "You know me well." He raises his eyebrows lasciviously. The elevator doors open and they enter alone. The elevator begins to descend when it jerks to a stop. But this time the lights don't dim. Jack turns to Latrise, grins and begins unbuttoning her coat.