Stud at the Office Party

The bass from the office party thumped through the sleek downtown loft, but all I could feel was the heat radiating off Marcus’s body as he cornered me near the bar. Rain lashed the tall windows, making the city lights blur like wet neon. I was supposed to be the poised yoga teacher who’d been hired to lead a quick evening stretch session for the stressed-out execs, yet here I was, pulse racing, already imagining his thick cock stretching me open.

「エレナ」と彼は低く荒い声で言い、黒いヨガレギンスが私の腰にぴったりと張り付く様子をじっと見つめた。「何週間もクラスで、その締まった小さな体を俺の前でくねらせてきたな。今夜、俺はもうお前の生徒じゃない。」

彼が近づいてきて、厚い胸が薄いタンクトップ越しに私のおっぱいに触れると、私は唾を飲み、アソコがきゅっと締まるのを感じた。パーティーは私たちの周りで渦巻いていた——酔った笑い声、グラスのぶつかる音——しかしすべてが遠のいていった。マーカスはオフィスの種馬で、背が高く筋肉質のアカウントマネージャー、女たちが皆噂する存在だった。身長6フィート3インチの自信の塊で、女をくたくたにして笑顔で帰らせるという評判だった。

「じゃあ、無料のドリンク目当てで来てるふりはやめて」と私はささやき返し、指はすでに彼のドレスパンツを張り詰めさせている硬い隆起をかすめた。「ダウンドッグで私のお尻を見てるの、知ってるんだから。ヨガの先生とヤリたいんでしょ？」

彼の大きな手が私の背中を滑り降り、半暗がりの隅で私の引き締まった尻をぎゅっと握った。「今すぐだ。誰かが君が俺をどれだけ硬くさせているかに気づく前に」

私たちはなんとか廊下の先の空いている会議室にたどり着いた。ドアが後ろでカチッと閉まると、彼の口が私の唇に貪るように、強引に重なってきた。彼がタンクトップをまくり上げ、むき出しの胸を露わにすると、私はキスに喘いだ。彼の親指が硬く尖った乳首を円を描くように愛撫し、鋭い快感がクリトリスに直接突き刺さった。

「くそ、このおっぱい完璧だ」と彼は唸り、硬く尖った乳首を熱い口に含んだ。私は背を反らし、彼の短い黒髪に指を絡めた。太ももの間はすでにレギンスが濡れそぼっていた。

Marcus dropped to his knees, peeling the tight fabric down my legs in one swift motion. Cool air hit my shaved pussy and I shivered. He looked up at me, eyes dark with lust. “Spread for me, Elena. Show me that pretty pink slit I’ve been staring at all semester.”

I braced against the long mahogany table and opened my legs. He groaned at the sight, then buried his face between my thighs. His tongue wasn’t gentle; it lashed my swollen clit with fast, filthy strokes while two thick fingers plunged deep into my dripping cunt. The wet sounds filled the room—obscene, loud, perfect.

「ああ、マーカス……そこ、そこよ」と私は喘ぎ、腰を彼の口に押し付けて動かした。私の愛液が彼の顎を覆った。彼が指を曲げ、私の膝を震わせるあの場所を突いた。熱がお腹の中で急速に渦巻いた。「イきそう——くそ——イっちゃう！」

私のオーガズムはあまりに激しく私を貫き、視界が真っ白になった。私は叫び声を上げ、太ももで彼の頭を締め付けながら、まんこが彼の指の周りで痙攣し、溢れ出した。彼は私の震えが収まるまで舐め続け、私は震えて息も絶え絶えだった。

Before I could recover he stood, spinning me around and bending me over the table. The cool wood pressed against my sensitive tits. I heard his belt, the zipper, then the heavy slap of his massive cock against my ass.

“Tell me you want this stud dick,” he said, voice tight with need. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slick folds, teasing my entrance.

“I want it,” I panted, pushing back. “Fuck me hard, Marcus. Give me every inch.”

He thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying his thick cock balls-deep in my tight pussy. The stretch was incredible—hot, burning pleasure that made me moan loud enough to echo off the glass walls. He didn’t wait. He started pounding me with fast, deep strokes, the table creaking under us.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet and tight,” he groaned, one hand gripping my hip, the other fisting my long ponytail. Each thrust made my clit grind against the table edge. Skin slapped skin, loud and rhythmic. Sweat slicked our bodies. I could smell his cologne mixed with raw sex.

He pulled out suddenly, making me whimper at the loss, then sat in one of the big leather chairs and yanked me onto his lap facing him. “Ride me. I want to watch those tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”

I sank down onto him again, taking every rigid inch until I was full. My hands braced on his strong shoulders as I started rolling my hips in the same fluid circles I taught in class—only this time his dick was buried inside me. The new angle hit my g-spot perfectly. Pleasure sparked up my spine with every grind.

“Like that?” I breathed, clenching my inner walls around him. His jaw clenched, fingers digging into my ass cheeks.

“Fuck yes. You’re gonna make me come so hard.” His thumb found my clit and rubbed tight circles while I rode him faster, sweat dripping between my breasts. The chair rolled slightly with each bounce. My second orgasm built even quicker, a sharp, trembling wave.

「またイキそう…」と私は喘ぎ声を上げ、腰を激しくグラインドさせた。「一緒にイって、あなた。私のマンコにいっぱい出して。」

His hips snapped up, meeting me thrust for thrust. The wet squelch of my cunt taking his cock grew frantic. Then he stiffened, growling low as his dick pulsed deep inside me. Hot spurts of cum flooded my walls, pushing me over the edge. I came with a sharp cry, milking every drop from his throbbing cock while my whole body shook.

私たちは繋がったまま、息を切らせて、彼の額が私の額に押し当てられていた。ゆっくりと、彼の顔にだらしない笑みが広がった。私が先に笑い始めた——軽くて息も絶え絶えな笑い声で、それで私のアソコがまた彼を締め付けた。彼もくすくす笑った、その声は温かくて気楽だった。

「今までで最高のオフィスパーティーだね」と彼はつぶやき、私の口元にキスをした。

I smiled, still feeling his cum leak down my thighs. “Next yoga class is going to be very interesting.”