After-Hours Canvas

The empty office smelled of stale coffee and printer ink, but all I could focus on was Élise. The French painter stood in the dim glow of a desk lamp, her tight black skirt hugging those long legs, red lips parted as she stared at me like I was already naked. Tension crackled between us the second I locked the door behind us.

"Luc, you are late," she said, her accent thick and smoky, rolling the words like wine on her tongue. "But I forgive you. Take off your shirt. Slowly."

心臓を高鳴らせながら、それを脱ぎ捨てた。彼女は私をプライベートな依頼のモデルとして雇ったが、彼女の緑の瞳が私の胸をなぞる様子は、これが芸術以上のものであることを物語っていた。オフィスは彼女の昼の仕事の上司のものだったが、勤務時間外は私たちのものだった。会議テーブルにはキャンバスと絵の具が待っていたが、彼女はすぐに筆を置いた。

"Come here," Élise whispered, stepping close enough that I caught the scent of her perfume—jasmine and something darker. Her fingers traced my abs, nails scraping lightly. "Your body… it makes me wet just looking at it. I cannot wait to paint when I have fucked you first."

Her dirty words hit me like a spark. I grabbed her waist, pulling her in for a kiss that tasted of red wine and hunger. She moaned into my mouth, tongue sliding against mine, urgent and filthy. My hands roamed down to squeeze her firm ass through the skirt, and she ground against the growing bulge in my jeans.

"Put me on the desk," she breathed, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. "I want your cock. Now."

I lifted her easily, setting her on the cool wooden surface. Papers scattered. She hiked her skirt up herself, revealing sheer black panties already soaked at the crotch. I dropped to my knees, yanked them aside, and buried my face in her shaved French pussy. She was dripping, sweet and musky, clit swollen under my tongue.

"Oh fuck, yes… lick me like that," Élise gasped, one hand fisting my hair, the other bracing on the desk. Her hips rolled, smearing her juices across my lips. "Deeper, Luc. Suck my clit—ahh!"

強く吸いながら、二本の指を彼女のきつい熱い場所に突き入れ、太ももを震わせるあの場所を狙って曲げた。彼女のフランス語の罵りが喘ぎ声の合間に漏れた——「プタン……トン・ラング・エ・パルフェ」——彼女は速く激しくイき、アソコを締め付け、熱い潮が私の顎を濡らした。

Before she could catch her breath I stood, unzipped, and freed my thick cock. It slapped heavy against her inner thigh. Élise’s eyes widened with lust. "Big American cock," she purred, wrapping her hand around it, stroking roughly. "I need it stretching me. Fuck me raw on this desk."

待たなかった。彼女の太ももを掴み、一突きで濡れそぼった彼女のアソコに突き入れた。彼女は叫び声を上げ、背中を反らせ、シルクのブラウスに胸が張り裂けそうだった。静かなオフィスに肌と肌がぶつかる濡れた音が響き、深く突くたびに玉が彼女の尻を打った。彼女の内壁はベルベットのような炎で私を締め付け、クリーミーな愛液が滴り落ちて下の木の床を濡らした。

"Harder! Fuck me like you hate me," she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders. I hooked her legs over my arms, folding her nearly in half, driving even deeper. The desk rattled. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure.

I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and bent her over the desk. Her juicy ass presented perfectly—firm, pale, with a tiny tattoo of a Parisian street on one cheek. I spanked it once, watching it jiggle, then thrust back into her dripping cunt from behind. The new angle made her scream.

"Yes, like that—oh god, you’re hitting my cervix," Élise panted, pushing back to meet every brutal stroke. I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles while I railed her. Her second orgasm hit like a wave; her pussy fluttered and squirted, soaking my balls and the carpet.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. "Gonna cum," I growled.

"In me," she begged, voice hoarse. "Fill this French pussy with your hot cum."

Three more savage thrusts and I buried myself to the hilt, groaning as thick ropes of cum pulsed deep inside her. She milked every drop, trembling, whispering filthy French praise against the desk.

私たちは繋がったまま、息を切らせ、肌の汗が冷めていくのを感じていた。やがて彼女は振り返り、肩越しに妖しく微笑んだ。私のモノはまだ彼女の中で痙攣していた。

"Next time," Élise said softly, "we actually use the paints. But only after I suck that beautiful dick down my throat."

I laughed breathlessly and kissed the back of her neck, already hardening again for round two on the office floor.