Elevator Encounter 2
(The “Elevator Encounter,” as seen by the white girl’s POV)
-- by lightswitch © September 2007

[(FF, lesbian), seduction, interracial, white female, black
female, public sex]

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Madeleine pulled at the fabric of the blouse she was wearing, as
she waited for the elevator. Looking back, the fake-satin
material had been a poor choice to wear today. The air
conditioning wasn’t working and the air in the hotel hallway hung
hot and heavy. The shiny, slick fabric had looked great on the
hanger, but was now sticking to her sweating torso in a most
embarrassing manner.

She sighed heavily.  It was early in the morning and she had to
ride down to the 23rd floor to meet her co-worker, Jane, so they
could finish the sales presentation.  Madeleine was the Marketing
Assistant, supporting Jane, in Sales.  How Jane could stand
interacting with strangers all day was more than Madeleine could
understand. She knew she’d be exhausted if she had to do that
and, for the millionth time, thanked God that she was in a
support function and not actual Sales.

The elevator “dinged” and the doors slowly, reluctantly, hissed
open.  Despite the number of floors, the hotel was fairly old and
a lot of its infrastructure was either obsolete (like the
elevators) or breaking down all the time (like the air
conditioning). They had stuck her on the 45th floor, but she
didn’t mind – fewer people up here.

Madeleine hesitated at the open elevator doors. The weak
fluorescent light inside was flickering, giving the interior a
weird strobe effect, like in some horror movie. Steeling her
nerve, she forced herself to enter and, after pressing the button
for the 23rd floor, made her way to the back-right corner.

The doors closed and she stared vacantly at the polished brass
rails. She could see her distorted reflection, but didn’t dwell
on it. She’d brushed her medium-length brown hair earlier in the
morning and knew she looked quite presentable – if the damned
satin blouse would stop plastering itself to her torso!

The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slowly hissed open. A
woman got on and Madeleine reflexively averted her eyes.  “Why am
I so introverted?” she wondered. “Why can’t I feel comfortable
around other people?”

As the doors closed again, she hesitantly raised her eyes to view
the newcomer. She was a black woman, very big, wearing a loose
blue dress of some stretchy material.  The hem was high, showing
firm, thick, dark thighs, and the front was low-cut, showing a
huge expanse of cleavage.  Madeleine envied the woman – if only
she had had the courage to wear something so revealing … she’d be
a heck of a lot cooler and more comfortable!

The woman stood near the front-right of the elevator. Madeleine
could see the buttons for 23 and 5 glowing in the on-and-off
again lighting. The woman must be riding down to the fifth floor.

As they rode in silence, Madeleine found she couldn’t take her
eyes off the statuesque woman. Technically, the big black woman
might be considered “fat,” but she didn’t carry it on her waist,
although that was certainly on the thick side. Most of the
woman’s weight was in her enormous ass and massive tits.

“Did I just think ‘tits?’” Madeleine wondered, momentarily
flustered. Why had she done that? She never used coarse language
like that! Anyway, the distribution of body weight had made for
an incredibly curvaceous woman, there!

The ride was turning out to be long. It seemed as if one or two
people were getting on the elevator at every floor. Once the
elevator stopped, it took over a minute for the doors to cycle
through and close again, trapping the occupants in the stifling
heat.

The voluptuous black woman glanced her way and Madeleine quickly
averted her eyes. She could feel a blush of embarrassment
stealing across her face. To be caught gawking at someone …
especially at another woman … ! She waited a while, staring at
the floor, but finally had to sneak another peek.

The woman was absolutely stunning and Madeleine became entranced.
She had never seen a woman who was so curvy and sensual!  The
proportions of the black woman’s chest and hips to her waist
seemed almost comically exaggerated and Madeleine found herself
becoming heated as she watched.

“What’s the matter with me?” she wondered, wrenching her eyes
away. “I’m not a lesbian!” In fact, Madeleine had very little
experience with sex, at all, except at her own hands.

Slowly, the white girl’s eyes returned to the statuesque Negress.
Madeleine watched, mesmerized, as the gentle swell of those
massive brown mounds caused some of the beads of sweat to slowly
trickle down the vast expanse of ebony skin to lose themselves in
the dark valley between. The white girl could feel the heat rise
in her cheeks and realized she was panting softly, but she
couldn’t tear her gaze away from this exotic, sensuous creature.

To her amazement, she saw the black woman slowly slide her hands
up to cup those big tits, before gently pulling the damp cloth
away and letting it fall back. Madeleine’s eyes widened and she
swallowed hard. Such an innocent gesture … yet so erotic, she
thought.

The elevator stopped and two men, in suits, entered. The big
black woman took two steps back to make room for them … which
brought her even closer to the fevered white girl!  Madeleine
felt as if she could barely breathe. She pretended not to be
looking at the big woman, but continued to drink in all she
could.

The Negress kept her back to the side wall, unwittingly providing
a magnificent profile. She stretched, jutting her big jugs out
and straining them against the damp fabric of her dress.
Madeleine  felt as if she might faint. How could another woman
look so irresistible?!? Madeleine was shocked to feel herself
getting wet.

“How is this possible?” she wondered. “I’m not a lesbian!” While
she might not be a lesbian, she couldn’t deny that there was
something about this black Amazon that completely entranced her.

The elevator stopped at the 23rd floor, but Madeleine didn’t
notice. She was too captivated by the Nubian goddess who stood so
close, yet so far. The beautiful black woman shifted positions
occasionally, unconsciously moving from one enticing pose to
another, each more seductive than the last. It was all Madeleine
could do not to slide her hand down her own skirt and seek
release. She glanced at the other passengers in the increasingly
crowded elevator, but they were all facing forward, intent on
reaching their respective floors.

The elevator stopped again and a family of four entered. The
elevator was getting very crowded. The beautiful black woman
obligingly stepped back to make room for the new people –
stepping right in front of the Madeleine in the process! The
stunning Nubian turned to face her direction, but was looking
straight ahead at the back corner, not even noticing her.

Madeleine stared, wide-eyed … mesmerized by the enormous brown
melons that hung, less than half an inch from her face. She could
see the sweat, beaded across their surfaces. The two women were
standing so close that Madeleine could see the sweat droplets
shiver each time she exhaled. She could smell the musky scent of
the other woman, every time she inhaled.

As she gazed, enraptured by those huge breasts that hung so close
to her face, she saw a hint of movement. Slowly, but with no
doubt, the statuesque Negress’ nipples began to swell and grow,
pushing out from the stretchy fabric of her dress to jut out from
her huge breasts like two thick thumbs. The fat nipples bridged
the small divide between the two women and gently grazed the
white girl’s cheeks.

Madeleine, overcome with arousal, gave a soft moan, which she
quickly stifled.

Had the big woman heard? Madeleine felt so embarrassed. What if
the physical response had not been due to arousal? What if it had
just been a physical reaction from the touch of her breath? Or
some erotic memory the woman was reliving, in her mind?

But … what if the reaction *had* been from arousal? The
possibility was equally disorienting. Was it possible that this
black goddess was physically attracted to her … a petite white
girl? What would that mean? Would they go further? Was Madeleine
flirting with actual lesbianism?!? Until this point, it had all
been merely hot fantasy. But things were reaching a threshold
point.

They rode in silence for about three minutes, Madeleine’s mind
racing as the black Amazon’s fat, thick nipples continued to poke
through her damp dress to gently graze the hypnotized brunette’s
cheeks. Madeleine was torn between anxiety and a lust she had
never felt before. Her knees felt weak and she felt her
consciousness fluttering, as she verged on passing out.

The elevator door opened again. Her view was completely blocked
by the huge black woman standing so close, but Madeleine knew
that even more people must be cramming into the already crowded
elevator. Her assumptions were confirmed when she felt the big
woman press against her more firmly, obviously jostled by the
people.

Madeleine found her pale face pushed against the stretched fabric
of the Negress’ dress – the only thing preventing her face from
pressing directly into the big woman’s cleavage.

The white girl stiffened, her head spinning. It felt so nastily
erotic – even moreso because everyone was acting as if nothing
out of the ordinary was happening. She knew she should extricate
herself, but …

Madeleine closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of the
stranger’s musky body.

She almost didn’t notice when the woman slowly reached up and
stretched the front of her dress down, allowing her massive brown
tits to bounce free. The fabric that had been pressed against the
white girl’s face was pulled down, past her chin. Without the
constraint of the dress, Madeleine’s face immediately disappeared
between the Amazon’s big, bare, brown boobs.

Madeleine was shocked. Her mind reeled. Had that really just
happened?!? This was impossible! Wasn’t it? But … there was no
mistaking what had happened. No way to chalk this up to an
accident or an innocent gesture.

The woman had deliberately bared her breasts, in a crowded
elevator, so that Madeleine’s face would be forced between those
huge tits.

The white girl went rigid, trembling. Her mind was reeling with
shock, arousal, and … anxiety – of being seen … and of actually
crossing that threshold of becoming a lesbian.

Still, she made no move to extricate her face from its dark,
fleshy prison.

The black goddess murmured something, but Madeleine’s ears were
covered with mounds of dark flesh, so she didn’t hear.

“She knew!” Madeleine realized. “She knew I was watching her all
along!  She’s … she’s seducing me!”

With her face still engulfed in dark titflesh, the white girl
felt unseen hands, large and strong, reach up to gently stroke
her small breasts, through her thin blouse. She could feel her
nipples, already erect, harden into rock.  Waves of pleasure
washed over her and she trembled violently.

“Oh God,” Madeleine thought. “It’s happening! I’m being seduced
by another woman!” She knew she should stop it, but … it felt so
good!

The black beauty pressed the white girl further into the corner
and slid her hands inside the girl’s blouse. A quick flick of the
clasp and Madeleine’s bra hung loose. The white girl gasped, but
the exclamation was lost in the black woman’s smothering
cleavage.

She felt the big woman fondle her creamy white tits and gently
squeeze and rub her rock-hard nipples. She was beginning to get
light-headed from lack of air, but this public tit-smothered was
strangely, yet intensely, erotic.

She continued to offer no resistance.

The big woman stopped her fondling and leaned back, peeling her
sweat-slick cleavage from the white girl’s face. Reflexively,
Madeleine’s tortured lungs sucked in air as her face was freed.

The dark Amazon grabbed one big boob and pushed it so her large,
velvety nipple grazed the dazed white girl’s lips. Madeleine
stared in combined horror and lust at the proffered nipple.  This
was it! This was the threshold. If she didn’t resist, she’d be
crossing the line into lesbianism and could never un-do that
step.

She tried to resist, but her body trembled with a dark lust. Hot
tears of shame formed in her eyes, as she slowly moved her head
forward to suck the thick black nipple into her mouth.

“That’s it, then,” Madeleine thought, her heart sinking in
despair. “I’ve got another woman’s boob in my mouth … and I’m
sucking it. I’m doing … lesbian … things …”  With tears of
humiliation streaming down her face, she continued to suckle at
the Negress’ giant teat.

The big woman was obviously enjoying the oral attention. She
leaned forward, mashing her big boob against the white girl’s
face. Madeleine merely kept sucking, though she could barely
breathe, lost in the forbidden eroticism of pleasuring another
woman.

The dark Amazon sighed and pulled the brunette’s head tighter
against her breast. Madeleine couldn’t breathe, but no longer
cared. The big woman fumbled a bit and Madeleine realized her
dark seductress was trying to rub herself as she got her boobs
sucked. But, judging from the motions and grunts, the effort
wasn’t going well. The white girl didn’t bother herself any more
with observations and speculation, intent as she was on sucking
the enormous brown melon pressed into her face.

Without warning, Madeleine felt her head jerked back by the hair.
The black woman’s swollen nipple plopped out of the aroused white
girl’s mouth with an audible >pop<.

Before the little brunette could refocus her eyes, the statuesque
Negress forced a large, hot, wet cloth into her face, as if
smothering her with a chloroform-soaked rag.  The white girl’s
eyes widened in shock, as a strong, pungent odor forced its way
into her nose. “What …? What’s she doing?” Madeleine wondered,
alarmed. Was the big woman going to knock her out … kidnap her
off to some more private location? The white girl braced herself
for the chemical assault, but it never came.  What did come was
strangely familiar, though.

“What’s that smell on this cloth?” Madeleine wondered. “It was
very strong, but it certainly wasn’t chloroform.  Was it …? It
couldn’t be … !”

But she realized that it was.

The dominant black woman had somehow removed her huge panties and
was now pressing the sodden mess into the white girl’s face,
smothering her with them. Had she pushed her panties into her
pussy, first? They dripping wet, reeking with the overpowering
stench of aroused cunt and almost hot from being pressed against
the dark Amazon’s aroused pussy.

The realization of what the smell was t made Madeleine’s head
reel. Juices from another woman’s aroused pussy …  She could feel
the aroma overpowering her senses … short-circuiting her ability
to think … to resist.

“I am being completely and thoroughly dominated,” she realized,
weakly. “It doesn’t really matter what I want or don’t want … it
won’t affect what happens. This woman is going to take what she
wants.” This awareness overwhelmed her. The sexual domination was
real. She felt overpowered and helpless … and was sickened to
find that she found that intensely exciting.

Almost as if the strong aroma *was* actually chloroform, the
pretty brunette’s eyelids fluttered and then slowly closed. She
was close to passing out, but she remained standing, inhaling
deeply through the wet panties.

The big black woman held her like that for several minutes,
making sure the smell of pussy completely inundated the petite
white girl’s senses. The pretty brunette swayed in the black
woman’s arms and her eyes remained closed. Only the sound of
deep, regular inhalations through her nose gave indication that
the young girl was still conscious.

When her dominatrix finally lowered the wet panties, Madeleine
gave a soft moan of regret, causing her to instantly flush with
shame.  “How could I enjoy that?!?” she berated herself. But she
found she longed for that addictive aroma. She licked her lips,
grateful to find the taste still there.

The beautiful Amazon put a hand on both of Madeleine’s shoulders
and gently pressed down. The white girl appeared confused, until
the increasing pressure slowly began forcing the pretty brunette
to her knees.

As she went down, a shocked look of realization flashed across
Madeleine’s face. Instinctively, she knew what the dominant black
woman desired. Admittedly, the idea of burying her pale face in
the dark beauty’s crotch and sucking those intoxicating juices
directly from the source was incredibly exciting, but … maybe in
private, where she could give in to her sick desires without an
audience! Not here! Not in a crowded elevator! Not now!

But the Nubian goddess was relentless and soon Madeleine was on
her knees, facing the standing black woman.

The big woman raised the short hem of her dress. Madeleine stared
at the wild tangle of thick bush that was exposed and inhaled the
strong, now-familiar scent that wafted around her head. She could
see the thick, swollen labia, glistening in the flickering light.
Panic at being forced into public sex wrestled with an unbridled
lust like she’d never before felt.

Her body sagged as she realized the decision had never been hers
to make. Her black dominatrix gently rested a hand on the
brunette’s head and guided her pale face between her dark thighs.

The feeling of the black woman’s crotch being pressed into her
face was mind-numbingly erotic and Madeleine realized she no
longer cared where she was or who saw her. She inhaled deeply a
few times before pressing her face deeply into the dark bush. She
eagerly slid her tongue between the black woman’s slick, thick
cunt lips and was rewarded by getting her face firmly crammed
into the woman’s crotch, where it was thoroughly smeared with
cunt juice.

Madeleine lost track of time, becoming lost in the taste, scent,
and feel of her dark dominator’s pussy. That pungent, slick slit
became her world and she let herself be engulfed by it. She
licked and sucked, reveling in the pleasured gyrations of the big
woman’s hips. Still on her knees, the white girl began furiously
fingering her own fevered snatch, completely overcome with lust.
Part of her remembered she was still in a crowded elevator with
people standing less than three feet away. But she no longer
cared. All she cared about was slaking her all-consuming lust.

She focused on her Nubian goddess’ clit and was soon rewarded by
the black beauty shaking in orgasm. Madeleine smiled as she heard
the big woman’s strangled cry of climax. The others must have
heard that! But she didn’t care. The lust-crazed white girl
continued gnawing and licking at the black woman’s clit and pussy
lips until she felt the big woman sag against the back wall.

She raised her smeared face. The elevator doors were closing and
they were alone in the elevator. Where had the crowd gone?
Madeleine regarded the black woman, who was grinning and trying
to catch her breath.

“What have I done?” the white girl thought, a degree of clarity
intruding on her lust-crazed mind. “I gave into sick lesbian
desires! I got on my knees and ate a black woman’s pussy … in an
elevator!” The combination of prolonged arousal, shame, and
sexual frustration were too much and she burst into tears.

The black woman regarded her a few seconds, and then reached out
to press the buttons for floors 43 and 45.

“So that’s it,” Madeleine thought. “She’s done with me.” Shame
burned her cheeks. She’d been used and was now, having served her
purpose, she was being discarded.

She was glad, she told herself.  She’d put this behind her, like
it never happened. Her pussy throbbed with need, distracting her.
“I’ll go back to her room and masturbate furiously to get past
this sexual frustration,” she thought.

But she knew that she’d be fantasizing about her domination by
the black stranger.

She angrily brushed away her tears. No!  No more!  She was going
to maintain control from now on. No more getting seduced to
provide pleasures for strange lesbians!

The elevator started up. To Madeleine’s surprise, the black woman
walked over and pulled her to her feet. “What now?” she wondered,
half fearful, half hopeful. She couldn’t look the big woman in
the eye.

They stood in silence for several floors. Unlike the trip down,
the elevator wasn’t stopping at every floor … or any floors, for
that matter.

Without warning, the black Amazon pushed the white girl back into
the corner. Madeleine looked up into the black woman’s face, in
surprise.

God, but she was beautiful!

The powerful Negress pulled down the front of her stretchy dress
and once again pushed her massive boobs into the shocked white
girl’s face. With no risk of an audience, the black woman was
more aggressive and quickly pinned the white girl’s head between
her huge brown melons and the elevator wall.

Madeleine’s head spun. “Again?!” she wondered, torn between
whether to be horrified or grateful. She felt the big woman’s
hand thrust between her legs and several thick fingers savagely
thrust up into the brunette’s hot, drenched pussy.

“Oh *fuck* yes!” Madeleine thought, before she was quickly pushed
to the brink.  The combination of the savage finger fucking and
the erotic tit-smothering was too much.

The white girl lost all control over her body. She flopped like a
fish out of water, caught in the throes of a powerful orgasm. 
All doubts, all thoughts of resistance … dissipated in the
crashing waves of climax.  Lights flashed before her eyes and her
oxygen-starved lungs burned, but all she could do was jerk
helplessly through the intense orgasm.

The big black woman kept stroking until the waves of climax
finally ebbed and the white girl went limp, head still pinned to
the wall by her seducer’s big, brown boobs.

The black woman took a half step back and the brunette came up,
gasping for air.

“Thank you,” Madeleine sobbed, averting her eyes. It was the
first words, she realized, that they’d shared.

“You’re welcome,” the black woman told her. The big woman slowly,
sensuously, pressed the younger girl against the back wall,
again.

“I know something about you, white girl,” she told Madeleine.

“I know you get off on breath play.”

Madeleine regarded her with wide, fearful blue eyes. “Breath
play?” She had no idea what that meant. Was she talking about the
tit smothering? Madeleine felt a liquid rush of pleasure between
her legs. Even thinking about that erotic smothering excited her.


Her musings were cut off as the black woman forced the white
girl’s head between her big breasts again.  Madeleine groaned,
helplessly aroused by the assault.

“You like this,” she heard the woman say, almost
conversationally. The white girl struggled, feebly, out of
reflex.

“You like getting tit-smothered, don’t you,”  her dominatrix
said. It was a statement more than a question. The black woman’s
hands rose to stroke Madeleine’s exposed, pale breasts. The white
girl felt her rock-hard pink nipples strain against the black
woman’s big palm.

“You like it a lot!” the big woman chuckled. Madeleine burned
with shame, but couldn’t deny the truth.

She did like it.

A lot.

The black beauty continued to smother her and she slipped in and
out of consciousness. She was dimly aware that her pussy was
leaking juices down her leg. Her body went limp as she finally
passed out, appearing to stand only because her head was pinned
to the elevator wall by her seducer’s mammoth breasts.

After what seemed an eternity of erotic, dominant smothering, the
big woman finally stepped back and let the unconscious brunette
drop heavily to the floor.

* * * * *

Consciousness returned slowly.

Madeleine slowly opened her eyes and realized she was lying on
the floor of the elevator, half dressed.

She quickly hiked her panties back up, adjusted her skirt, and
rebuttoned her blouse. Had all of that really happened? Had she
really been seduced and smothered in a hotel elevator?

The unmistakable smell of pussy on her face told her it had not
been a dream. Shakily, she hit the button for the 45th floor. The
doors opened immediately – the elevator must have been waiting
here. For how long, she wondered?

She stumbled back to her room.

Once safe behind the door to her room, she undressed, trembling
at the intensely erotic memories of being dominated and
smothered. She threw herself on the bed and furiously frigged her
heated pussy, reliving every detail.

After her third climax, she was finally sated. She stumbled to
the bathroom, almost reluctant to shower off the scent of her
seductress. She halted in front of the big bathroom mirror,
startled.

There, in the reflection, she could see large, bold numbers
written across her right breast: stark against her pale skin.

She read the reversed writing: 4369.

4369? What did that mean? How did that number get on her body?!?

She stepped into the shower and started washing. No matter how
she scrubbed at the strange numbers, they wouldn’t come off. She
felt subjugated, as if someone had permanently marked and marred
her.

Her head shot up.

That was it! Only one person could have branded her like that:
Her dark seductress! But those numbers?  What did they mean?

She showered, dressed, and left the room, planning on dragging in
late over at Jane’s room. She closed her hotel room door,
glancing at the number on the gold label: 4533.

With a start, she realized the number on her breast must be a
hotel room number. Her eyes widened as the full answer finally
came to her.

Hadn’t her seductress gotten on the elevator at the 43rd floor?

Madeleine felt a quiver of unadulterated lust pass through her.
The Nubian goddess must be staying in Room 4369!

She realized that she wasn’t going to make it to the 23rd floor
today, after all.

Slowly, almost as if in a dream, she pressed the button marked
43.