Elevator Pitch
=(futa, cons, exhibitionism, CBT, nullo, domination, casual)

Lizzie looked up from her phone as she heard the chime of the arriving elevator, swiftly tucking the square screen into her bra. The doors slid apart to show the nearly empty compartment, only a single other occupant going up so late at night.

Smiling briefly at the other woman, Lizzie got a closer look as she stepped inside. Average height and slightly thin, something about the lady seemed off. Perhaps it was the way she looked at Lizzie, a little more interest showing in her dark eyes than was typical for such a chance meeting. Or it might've been she shifted her feet, re-adjusting the short coat she wore and tugging slightly at her skirt.

Turning to tap the button for her floor, Lizzie kept an ear perked for any funny business. Given the woman's size, she was pretty sure she couldn't be too much trouble. It might've been slightly overconfident, but coming home fresh from the gym Lizzie felt like she had more strength in one thigh than the other woman had in her whole body.

The number for the top floor lit up beneath her finger. Unassailed, Lizzie tried to resist staring at the woman as she turned back and leaned up against the opposite side of the elevator, feeling her stomach briefly lurch as the little room started upward. It would be a long trip - the elevators in her building were practically ancient, crawling up the hundreds of floors as slowly as if they were still powered by donkeys. The wooden paneling pressed against her shoulders was scuffed with the countless scars of backpack zippers and bra clasps it had accumulated in the elevator's long service, probably tens of thousands of people having leaned up against this same wall before her.

Sighing, Lizzie snuck another glance at the woman riding with her, wondering if she could pull her phone back out of her bra without them noticing. If her purse had been anything other than dead weight on her trips to the gym, Lizzie might've brought it instead and avoided this issue. Of course, there was rarely ever anyone else in the elevator at this hour. Leaving it at home had seemed a safe bet.

The woman noticed Lizzie's glance at once, her gaze having never left the lithe, athletically dressed woman. Her dark eyes bore back into Lizzie's, seeming entranced, expression oddly inviting. A slight flush crept across Lizzie's face as she continued to look at the other woman, wondering why she couldn't just glance away, why neither of them had instinctively broken eye contact in the way strangers always did after awkwardly crossing lines of sight.

"Are you bored?" The other woman spoke softly, eyes never wavering. Her lips looked very soft, a shade of red just too light for Lizzie to be confident that she was wearing lipstick.

Shrugging slightly, Lizzie managed to glance downward as she attempted to get her thoughts in order. Intending to compose some sort of response, she looked towards the other woman's skirt as she tried to think.

All notions of continuing some meaningless conversation disappeared in an instant, replaced by a hot confused rush of emotion as Lizzie laid eyes on the huge cock starting to tent the other woman's skirt. As she watched it continued to rise, pumping up rapidly in obvious tandem to the woman's high heartrate. Twitching and bouncing, its swollen head shone wet beneath the white fluorescent light, precum oozing out of the piss slit in a steady flow.

Feeling herself start to breathe harder, Lizzie looked up with wide eyes as the other woman began to unbutton her coat. Bare skin exposed itself as the two halves of the garment started to hang apart, soft creamy breasts capped with cherry red nipples shown off as the coat slipped away, falling to the ground.

"Would you like to have fun with me?" The woman's second question was no less soft, but Lizzie still noticed the faint tremor in her voice. The stranger's face was starting to get as red as her lips, puffy nipples as rock hard as her cock. "I won't make you… but I'd like if you did."

The bizarreness of the situation had been almost instantly surpassed by the urgency with which Lizzie felt pressured to decide, almost shocked at herself with how hard she was finding it to choose how she wanted to answer. It was late, and this was a strange woman and a strange situation. There was no obvious threat, but still…

She couldn't take her eyes away from the woman's face, dark eyes so hopeful, bright with a flush of arousal that Lizzie was starting to feel her own body reciprocate. Whenever she tried to look away she ended up staring instead at the stranger's cock, skin smooth and delicately veined, soft balls hanging ripe and weighty. The head was the same shade of red as the woman's lips, and Lizzie wondered if it felt as soft as her mouth had looked. Instinctively her fingers twitched, the other woman noticing the small movement at once.

"Go on… you can touch it." Her breath spilled out in soft panting, shuffling forward in her heeled shoes. The cock bobbed up and down as it drew closer to Lizzie's body, stopping well within reach. "I won't move. I promise. It's okay…" The stranger swallowed, cock giving a powerful throb as Lizzie's fingers stretched forward, her brain deciding for itself what it wanted while her logical mind was still ten steps behind the situation.

Lizzie's fingertips seemed to glide over the silky smooth skin of the shaft, a melting heat kindling within her panties as she caressed the twitching cock. The vibrations of the stranger's heartbeat could be felt like the minute ticking of a clock, little pulses transmitted through the hot, firm flesh.

Trailing her hands down towards the woman's crotch, Lizzie lifted the skirt out of the way, exploring with the fingers of one hand as she slipped them behind the stranger's balls. The air beneath the woman's slit was damp and steaming hot, radiant warmth and moisture seeming to cling to Lizzie's fingertip as she pushed it upwards, finding the small, sensitive button hiding behind her flasher's heavy balls.

A gasp of pleasure was her immediate reward, the stranger's entire body twitching, cock flexing within the grasp of Lizzie's other hand. Looking up at her new lover, Lizzie felt herself smile, a somewhat familiar sense of control starting to stoke the fires of her lust. She didn't know how this would end up, but she felt certain of the next step. It was one she'd gone to with past girlfriends, especially the ones that seemed as eager to offer up their cocks as this woman was.

"This is your fantasy, isn't it?" Lizzie cooed to the other woman, starting to stroke the huge cock. Her fingers could barely encircle it, the slight expansion of the flesh whenever it throbbed making her forefinger and thumb pull slightly apart. Precum drooled out of the red tip, and Lizzie made sure to make good use of it. Polishing it across the cockhead with her palm until the stranger's knees seemed ready to buckle from the intensity of stimulation, she'd then start to stroke, smearing the hot lubricant along the woman's member while gently playing with her clit in her other hand. Beneath her sports bra Lizzie's nipples pressed outward, hard little spots on her chest. Between her legs she could feel her pussy readying itself for this massive visitor, panties already totally soaked.

"You've wanted this for so long… but tonight was the first night it all came together. Very brave of you, to do what you did." Lizzie spoke now directly into her lover's ear, body pressed up against the other woman's. She could feel every little tremor, every breath. Nothing else existed but this elevator, the cock in her hand, and the stranger that had offered it to her. "Do you want me to reward you for that bravery? Do you want your fantasy to come true?"

"Mmuh huh!" The woman's desperate gasp was barely articulate, forced out between moans and long moments of holding her breath. Her eyes were unfocused, half-closed as she gave herself up totally to Lizzie, a woman she didn't even know.

"Well… I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy." Lizzie let go of the woman all at once, wet fingertips making sticky strands as they pulled away, sparkling strings stretching and breaking in the light. Whimpering, the other woman's hips twitched pathetically as she stared at Lizzie. Her expression was almost that of someone ready to burst into tears, saved from looking childish by the smoldering lust still present in her eyes.

"You want more?" The stranger's question was unexpected, unmistakably eager. Lizzie felt her pulse rise as she realized this might be a woman ready to match her, sub to dom. Someone that could never be truly punished, no matter how hard she tried. A true masochist. It'd been a long time since Lizzie had gotten to play with one of those.

"What I want is simple." Lizzie managed to keep her voice controlled, fighting against the urge to rip off her clothes and abandon all sense. "If you want to play ball with me, you need to show me you're in the same league." Her eyes scornfully scanned the nearly naked woman up and down. "So far, you're like something I'd crush beneath my boot… all while knowing that you'd still enjoy it."

The woman's reddened face gained a hint of some deeper exhilaration that even stripping before a stranger had not given her, an unrestrained excitement that showed there was no longer a single piece of her she held private. Nothing was sacred, nothing withheld now. The corner of Lizzie's mouth curved in a smile, anticipation peaking as she readied for the woman's next move.

Bending briefly at the knees, the woman reached into one coat pocket, pausing to look up at Lizzie. Gaze unflinching, she stood up slowly, bringing up with her the knife she'd had concealed in her clothing. Lizzie stared at the glinting steel, suddenly certain that no matter what happened next, that edge would soon be tested.

"Every night, I'd sit alone and take out this knife." The stranger's eyes fell to her weapon, turning the flat handle over and over in her fingers. "I'd watch porn… brutal, kinky stuff. The type where girls like me get mutilated, killed. And all the while, I'd have my knife. I'd hold it against myself the whole time, right here." She pressed the edge up against the base of her cock, just above the balls. Her gaze met Lizzie's once more. "I'd tell myself that once I'd cum, I would cut my cock off. I'd believe it, too. Even as I came."

Looking away, she took the knife away, hand hanging by her side.

"But I never could. No matter how much I wanted it, my hand just wouldn't do it. I'd nick myself and start to cum again, and never get any farther than that. I wanted… NEEDED someone else to do it. I wasn't sure I ever would get that. Doing this, this stunt… this was as far as I hoped to really go." She held the knife towards Lizzie, flipping it to offer her the hilt. "But this knife, that's my real fantasy." Her face had lost its blush, but her voice was practically vibrating with contained anticipation as she concluded her dialogue.

Lizzie stood, speechless. Her pussy clenched, already imagining it, knowing at some basic level what she really wanted to do. That cock was too perfect, too beautiful, too huge and delicious and utterly meant for her in every way.

Given this chance, she knew she had to have it.

Grabbing the knife, she took it from the stranger and pressed back up against her, tightly squeezing the cockhead in her hand. Precum smeared over her palm, dripping out between her fingers as the woman's body reacted to the touch. The small elevator was filled with the thick scent of sex, making Lizzie almost lightheaded as she breathed in the fumes of the naked woman's arousal. She twisted the cock, watching with relish as the weaker woman tensed and moaned, leaning in to the abuse.

"You really want it, huh?" She brought the blade up, feeling the captive cock flex in her fingers as the blade pressed against its underside. "You fucking painslut. You know how lucky you are?" She shoved the cock back against the body it extended from, compressing it painfully, then using the flat of the blade to slap the stranger's balls. The woman yelped, quivering in pleasure as her hips quivered, cock letting loose a fresh flood of precum. "I want you to thank me. I want you to tell me how grateful you are that I got on this elevator, the one woman in this building willing to entertain a pathetic pervert like you. I want to hear you say it as you cum, and not stop until your cock is on its way out of this elevator without you."

"Yeeeees!" Gasping and smiling in delirious happiness, the woman thrust herself against Lizzie's hand, starting to babble stupidly. "Thank you, thank you mistress. Thank you for taking my cock. Thank you…"

Lizzie shut her up for the time being with a savage kiss, grabbing the woman by the hand and directing her to start fingering Lizzie's slit. Her temporary pet took to the job readily, fingers sliding beneath the clinging wet fabric of Lizzie's panties and starting to pump rapidly in and out. Giving a shudder of satisfaction, Lizzie let the pleasure start to build. After so much foreplay there was a real danger she might cum too soon, so she wasted no time in returning the favor.

Still holding her knife poised at the base of the stranger's cock, Lizzie started to give the woman the final handjob she'd ever receive. For what it was worth, she put her all into it. Her fingertips stroked and teased, tracing the veins and ridge of the cockhead, then returning to a pleasurably tight grip to pump her victim a few more strokes towards its last load. The stranger moaned and panted, sandwiched tightly between Lizzie and the wall of the elevator. Her hard nipples poked into Lizzie's chest, soft breasts jiggling with the beat of both their heartbeats. Her eyes stared into Lizzie's, and Lizzie stared back, sharing an intimate moment of mutual masturbation with this utter stranger, this pathetic pervert she was about to ruin forever.

The cock in her hands gave a sudden jump, the woman gasping, stomach tensing. Inside her pussy the fingers pleasuring her suddenly crammed against her g-spot and rubbed rapidly, slamming Lizzie towards orgasm. She understood at once what it meant, even before the woman spoke, saying the words in a voice tight with relish, pure anticipation in every syllable.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Lizzie yanked the woman's cock sideways, forcing it towards her own crotch in a sudden flash of need. Startled, the stranger started to withdraw her hand, making way for the cockhead that shoved down Lizzie's shorts to press against her pussy, wrapped in the soaking wet panties while the top of it rubbed along her slit.

The stranger's body went rigid, hips forced to jolt back and forth as her body flexed in ways outside her conscious control. Face tilted upwards, mouth opened in a silent cry of utter bliss, the ecstasy of total fulfillment obvious on her expression. Her entire body jerked with each throb of her cock, Lizzie feeling herself tense up with each fresh wash of hot, thick seed that spewed out across her slit, sticking to her labia and asshole, filling up her panties and dripping deliciously down her thighs. Not quite penetrated, she nonetheless got more than one shot that seemed to squeeze straight up into her, making her pussy clench in pleasure at the sensation.

Rhythmic and regular in their coming, the end of the forceful pulses of the stranger's orgasm was easy for Lizzie to mark. At the first missed beat, she yanked her knife upward savagely, almost not needing to think as she performed the brutal penectomy. Pulling back, she held the hard rod of flesh still in her hand, bloody knife in the other while she admired her handiwork.

Both women stared down at the short, bleeding stump where the stranger's cock had once been, a small trickle of white leaking out among the blood starting to bubble from the exposed inner meat. Lizzie felt her pussy twitch, then clench in a rhythm that echoed that of the now severed cock she held in her hand. Bliss pulsed through her like liquid, the same temperature as the cum in her pussy and panties, shorts soaked and dripping with the last load of her victim. Legs trembling, she rode out her orgasm with a sadistic smile on her lips, fingers tight around her prize.

Slumping downward, the stranger fell to her knees, then sat. Her breasts heaved with every breath, excitement seeming barely dented. Given how she'd been mutilated, it was hardly surprising she was still raring to go.

Still, though Lizzie was happy to leave the pervert to play with herself, she wasn't too lost in her orgasm to forget what order she'd given. Coming down off the highest levels of her pleasure, she waved the severed cock to grab the stranger's attention, raising an eyebrow. The dark eyes met hers one final time, the infinite dumb lust they contained briefly overlaid by a spark of remembrance.

"Thank you," the stranger said, soft and utterly sincere. Her fingers pushed into her slit, one hand starting to squeeze her balls, crushing them mercilessly. "Thank you so much, thank you. Please do what you like with my worthless cock. I could never repay you." Cum started to shoot anew from the stump, staining the floor of the elevator with its pink-tinged mess. "Thank you. I could never tell you how happy I am right now." A puddle of blood and seed started to spread, the woman's body shivering from shock and pleasure. "Thank you."

A ding sounded, the elevator door opening to an empty hallway. Lizzie looked at the floor counter, then back to the stranger, smiling. Lifting the cock to her lips, she kissed the red cockhead, then waved goodbye.

"You're welcome."

Leaving the other woman slumped and bleeding in the elevator, Lizzie headed home to play with the gift she'd been given.