I got a little horny in an elevator and it went crazy! [Elevator]

In the grimy, fluorescent-lit elevator, I was trapped, a sweaty, panting mess. The doors slid shut, sealing me in with a tall, leather-clad fucker who reeked of cheap cologne and cigarettes. He leaned against the wall, his eyes raking over my body, lingering on the throbbing bulge in my pants. “You look like you need a good fuck,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. I didn’t respond, just stared at him, breathing hard. He pushed off the wall, stepping close, his hand wrapping around my throat. “I said, you need a good fuck,” he repeated, his fingers tight around my windpipe. I nodded, a pathetic whimper escaping my lips. He grinned, a sick, twisted smile, and then his mouth was on mine, his tongue forcing its way in. I could taste the nicotine on his breath, feel the rough stubble of his beard against my skin. His other hand roamed my body, squeezing my chest, pinching my nipples through my shirt. I moaned, my body betraying me, pressing against his. He chuckled, a dark, menacing sound, and then his hand was on my cock, stroking it roughly through my pants. I gasped, my hips jerking forward, seeking more friction. He laughed again, a harsh, cruel sound, and then he was unbuttoning my pants, his hand wrapping around my bare cock. I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the elevator wall. He stroked me slowly, his grip tight, his thumb circling the sensitive tip. I could feel the cum building in my balls, my body tense, ready to explode. But he stopped, his hand leaving my cock, and I whimpered in protest. He grinned, a wicked, evil smile, and then he was on his knees, his mouth replacing his hand. I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair as he sucked me deep, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock. I could feel the orgasm building, my body tense, ready to explode. And then, with a final suck, he pulled off, standing up, a wicked grin on his face. He spun me around, bending me over the elevator rail, my ass in the air. I could hear the sound of his zipper, feel the cold air on my bare ass. And then he was inside me, his cock slamming into me with a force that made me see stars. I screamed, a loud, guttural sound, as he pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass. I could feel the elevator shaking, the metal rail digging into my hips. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his cock pulsing inside me. I collapsed against the rail, my body spent, my mind a blur of pain and pleasure. He pulled out, zipping up his pants, a satisfied grin on his face. The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open to reveal a group of shocked office workers. He chuckled, a dark, menacing sound, and then he was gone, leaving me alone in the elevator, a sweaty, panting mess.