深夜のメッセージ

私が勤務時間外に薄暗いオフィスへ足を踏み入れたとき、私の陰茎はすでに半勃ちでした。唯一の明かりは携帯電話の画面の光だけで、リサの最後のメッセージがまだ心に焼き付いていました。「あなたが私をあの机にうつ伏せにして犯すところを想像したら、もうびしょ濡れなの」。彼女は私の既婚の隣人で、ぴったりしたヨガパンツを履き、夫は出張が多すぎる女性でした。今夜、彼女は私の職場に予告なく現れ、「充電器を借りたい」と言い張りました。それが嘘だということは、私たち二人とも分かっていました。

I locked the door behind us. The empty floor smelled of stale coffee and printer ink. Lisa leaned against the edge of my desk in her short black skirt, biting her lower lip as she stared at me.

“Show me,” I said, voice low.

She pulled her phone out, thumbs flying. My own phone buzzed a second later.

“I want your cock stretching my married pussy right here,” the text read.

My dick twitched hard. I typed back without looking away from her flushed face. “Then get those panties off and spread for me, neighbor.”

She didn’t hesitate. Hiking her skirt up, she hooked her thumbs in the lacy thong and slid it down her smooth legs. The wet spot on the fabric caught the light as she dropped it on my keyboard. Her shaved pussy glistened, lips puffy and visibly slick.

“Like this?” she whispered, hopping onto the desk and opening her thighs wide. Her fingers trailed down, parting her folds so I could see everything. “God, I’m dripping for you.”

I stepped between her legs, phone still in hand. Another message popped up from her: “Fuck me hard and fast. Make me cum before my husband texts me goodnight.”

That did it. I shoved my pants down just enough to free my thick cock, the head already leaking. Grabbing her hips, I rubbed the swollen tip up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices. She moaned softly, eyes locked on her screen as she typed one-handed.

“Put it in me… now.”

I thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying half my length inside her tight, married cunt. The wet sound of her pussy swallowing me echoed in the quiet office. Lisa gasped, head falling back.

「ああ、もう…すごく太い」と彼女は息を弾ませ、両脚を私の腰に巻きつけました。「もっと奥まで…全部ほしいの。」

I drove in the rest of the way until my balls pressed against her ass. Her walls clenched around me like a hot, silky fist. We started moving fast, no slow build, just raw need. The desk creaked under her as I pounded her pussy, each thrust making her tits bounce inside her blouse.

She kept texting between moans, her fingers trembling on the screen.

「もっと強く。あなたの淫乱な隣人に種付けしてるつもりでいて。」

I growled and slammed into her faster, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them so I could watch my cock disappear into her dripping hole. The obscene squelch of her wetness filled the room. Her clit was swollen, rubbing against my shaft with every stroke.

“Tell me how it feels,” I demanded, voice rough.

“So full… your cock is hitting spots my husband never reaches,” she panted, typing again. The next message lit up my phone even as I fucked her: “I’m such a bad wife. Cum inside me. Fill this married pussy.”

Her words sent fire down my spine. I reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I drove into her deep and steady. Lisa’s breath hitched, her free hand clutching my shirt.

「私、イきそう……そんな風に話し続けて、やめないで」と彼女は泣き声で言った。

I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You love sneaking around, don’t you? Love getting fucked by your neighbor’s big dick while your husband waits at home.”

「ええ……ええ、そうよ」と彼女は喘いだ。彼女のまんこが私の周りでひくつき、信じられないほど締めつけてきた。彼女は激しくイき、背中を反らせ、低い叫び声を漏らしながら、愛液が私のペニスに溢れ出した。私は彼女のオーガズムの間も突き続け、脚が震えるまで引き延ばした。

Pulling out suddenly, I flipped her around so her tits pressed against the cold desk. Her juicy ass jiggled as I kicked her feet wider. I slid back into her from behind in one rough push, loving the new angle.

“Text me how much you love it,” I ordered, spanking her ass lightly.

Her phone clattered onto the desk. She grabbed it anyway, typing broken sentences while I railed her.

“Love your cock owning my pussy… gonna cum again… please fill me up.”

私は彼女の髪を一掴みし、背中が反るくらいに引っ張った。ペースは容赦ないものになり、肌と肌がぶつかり合い、彼女の喘ぎは切羽詰まった小さな叫びに変わった。私の睾丸が締めつけられた。彼女の二度目のオーガズムが来るのを感じ、彼女のまんこが強い脈動で私を搾り取った。

“Cum with me,” she begged, voice hoarse. “I want to feel it leaking out of me when I go home.”

That dirty whisper pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming pussy. She shuddered beneath me, whispering my name like a prayer while her walls squeezed every drop from my cock.

We stayed locked together, panting, my cum already starting to drip down her thigh. Her phone buzzed on the desk — her husband’s nightly check-in.

She looked back at me with a wicked, satisfied smile, still impaled on my softening dick.

“Round two in the supply closet?” she whispered. “I’ll text you exactly what I want you to do to me next…”