メイド服の秘密

In the dark corner of the corporate event hall, where racks of photo booth props hung against the wall, I pressed my back against the cold plaster. My heart hammered like it was about to bust right out of my chest. Standing in front of me was a tall stranger in a half-unbuttoned white shirt, his eyes burning with hungry intensity, his hand already sliding up under my skirt and grabbing a handful of bare ass.

「本当にここでやるつもりなの？」と私は息を呑みながら言った。彼の指がさらに深く押し入り、私の濡れた膣のひだを広げていくのを感じながら。

"Don't you?" he smirked, leaning down to my ear. His breath scorched my skin. "You're the one who started grinding on me on the dance floor, Val. I just ran with it."

His name was Marcus. We'd met five minutes ago at the bar when I accidentally splashed my cocktail all over his slacks. Apologies turned into flirting, and flirting turned into this insane idea. Music and coworkers' laughter blasted from beyond the door, and anyone could walk into this storage room at any second. The thought made my pussy clench even tighter around his fingers.

「じゃあ、手早く済ませて」と私は唇を噛みながら囁いた。「でも、もっといいアイデアがあるの。着替えよ。ラックに掛かってるメイド服、見える？ それを私に着せて。そして、あなたは…あなたが私の『ご主人様』になるのよ。」

マーカスは低く荒々しく笑ったが、彼の目は興奮で輝いた。

"You're fucking twisted, Val. Fine, let's do it. Just don't scream too loud when I'm fucking you."

彼は私のブラウスを引き裂き、ボタンが床に散らばった。冷たい空気が硬くなった乳首に触れた。マーカスは白黒のメイド服をつかみ、私の頭から乱暴に被せた。布は私の胸に張り付き、お尻はかろうじて隠れる程度だった。私は振り返って前かがみになり、短いスカートの下の裸のお尻を彼に見せつけた。

「どうかしら、ご主人様？」私は腰をくねらせながら、喉を鳴らすように言った。

"Like a slutty little bitch begging for cock," he answered, unbuckling his belt. His thick dick sprang free, already rock hard, the head swollen and glistening. "On your knees, maid. Suck it."

私はカーペットに膝をつき、太ももを伝う濡れを感じた。彼のペニスに手を巻き付け、舌で先端をなぞり、塩味のする先走りの滴を舐め取った。マーカスはうめき声を上げ、私の髪に指を絡めた。

「そう…もっと深く。くそっ、お前の口は最高だな。」

I took him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging but not stopping. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the black apron of the costume. He fucked my face with sharp thrusts until I was gasping for air. Then he yanked me up, spun me around to face the wall, and flipped up the maid skirt.

「前戯は十分だ。その濡れたアソコが欲しい」

マーカスは力強い一突きで私を激しく貫いた。私は衣装ラックにしがみつきながら叫び声を上げた。彼の太いペニスが内側から私を押し広げ、奥深くまで突き上げた。突くたびに、濡れた肌と肌がぶつかる音と、ハンガーがカタカタと揺れる音がした。

"Quiet, Val..." he laughed through a moan. "Or your coworkers will come running and see you taking it in your pussy from some guy you just met."

「見せてやればいい…あっ…もっと激しく突いて！」と私は喘ぎ、彼に腰を押し付けた。胸元から乳房がこぼれ、乳首が冷たい壁に擦れた。彼は私の腰を掴み、さらに速く突き上げた。汗が彼のこめかみを伝い、私の背中に滴り落ちた。

Suddenly, voices echoed in the hallway. The door rattled. We froze, his cock pulsing inside me. My heart nearly exploded.

「誰かいるのか？」と外から誰かが叫んだ。

"Occupied!" Marcus called back in a hoarse voice, still buried inside me. "I'm... changing!"

I almost laughed, but instead I squeezed my pussy around his cock. He growled quietly and started moving again—slow, deep, teasing.

"You're insane," he whispered against the back of my neck. "But I like it."

声が遠ざかると、マーカスはスピードを上げた。彼は私の体をくるりと回し、古いテーブルの端に座らせ、私の脚を広げ、再び挿入した。メイドのスカートは腰のあたりでくしゃくしゃにまとわりつき、白い網タイツが私の日焼けした肌と対照的だった。私は彼に脚を絡め、彼の背中に爪を立てて引っ掻いた。

"Cum inside me," I begged between moans. "I want to feel your hot load deep in my pussy."

「くそっ、ヴァル…お前のせいで死んじまうよ。」

His thrusts turned ragged and deep. I came first—hard, clamping down around him, squirting all over his balls and the table. The wave of orgasm made me arch my back and bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.

Marcus cursed and drove in one last time. Hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, filling me to the brim. He kept moving, milking every drop until we both collapsed.

We lay there panting, staring at each other. The maid costume was rumpled, stained with cum and my juices. Marcus kissed me on the lips, unexpectedly tender.

"Best company party of my life," he grinned.

"I think I'll keep the costume," I replied, straightening the apron. "Might come in handy... next time."

ドアの向こうでまた音楽が始まった。私たちは急いで身支度を整えたが、笑顔は消えなかった。あの小さな物置部屋で実際に何が起こったのか、誰も知らないままだった。