one worse for the wear. I couldn’t help myself. I orgasmed first, spraying my load out onto the floor of the elevator between Jeffrey’s expensive Italian loafers.

Seeing me come must have been enough to send him over the edge, because he almost immediately snatched his cock from my throat and fired away three or four thick wads of salty, sticky come onto my chin and lips. I lapped at the trickle of thick paste still oozing from his slit as his seed dripped from my chin and plopped on the elevator floor.

Once I had his knob polished up, Jeffrey folded his huge cock back into his trousers and zipped up.

As I was still wiping his come from my face and licking clean my fingertips, we felt a mighty jerk of the elevator and the lights returned to normal. We heard the ‘ding’ of the door, signaling that it was about to open on the floor we had reached, and Jeffrey grabbed my arms and with a quick heave, jerked me to my feet as I furiously smeared the last of his come from my mouth.

The door opened, and we smiled to greet the servicemen who had ‘rescued us’.

“Gosh, we’re sorry! It must have been awful being stuck in there in the dark like that!” one tubby little serviceman responded.

“Oh, it wasn’t all that bad. Was it, Roger?” Jeffrey asked with a coy smile.

“No, sir. Not at all. I actually rather enjoyed going down with you.”