女仆装

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.

“你真的想就在这里做？”我喘着气说，感觉他的手指插得更深，拨开我湿漉漉的阴唇。

“难道不是吗？”他坏笑着，俯身凑到我耳边。他的呼吸灼烫着我的皮肤。“是你在舞池里先贴着我磨蹭的，Val。我只是顺势而为。”

他叫Marcus。五分钟前我们在酒吧认识，当时我不小心把鸡尾酒泼了他一裤子。道歉变成了调情，调情变成了这个疯狂的主意。门外传来音乐和同事们的笑声，任何人随时都可能走进这间储藏室。这个念头让我的小穴把他的手指夹得更紧了。

“那就快点，”我咬着嘴唇低声说。“不过我有个更好的主意。换装。看到架子上那套女仆装了吗？给我穿上。而你……你就是我的‘主人’。”

Marcus laughed low and rough, but his eyes lit up with excitement.

“你他妈真是变态，Val。行，那就来吧。我操你的时候别叫太大声。”

他撕开我的衬衫，纽扣散落一地。冷空气刺激着我硬挺的乳头。马库斯抓起黑白女仆装，套过我的头。布料紧贴我的乳房，几乎遮不住我的屁股。我转过身弯下腰，让他看到短裙下我光裸的臀部。

"How do I look, master?" I purred, swaying my hips.

“像个求操的小骚货一样，”他回答着，解开皮带。粗大的鸡巴弹了出来，已经硬得像石头，龟头肿胀发亮。“跪下，女仆。给我吸。”

我跪倒在地毯上，感觉湿液顺着大腿流下。我用手圈住他的肉棒，用舌尖描摹着龟头，舔掉那滴咸咸的前液。马库斯低声呻吟，手指缠进了我的头发里。

“就是这样……再深点。操，你的嘴真棒。”

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.

"Enough foreplay. I want that wet pussy."

马库斯猛地一顶，狠狠撞进我体内。我尖叫出声，抓住戏服架。他粗壮的鸡巴从里面撑开我，一下下捣到最深处。每一下抽插都带着皮肉相撞的湿响和衣架叮当作响的晃动声。

"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."

“让他们看……啊……再用力操我！”我喘着气，向后顶着他。我的奶子从领口溢出来，乳头摩擦着冰冷的墙壁。他抓住我的屁股，更快地抽插。汗水从他的太阳穴滚落，滴到我背上。

突然，走廊里传来声音。门被晃动了。我们僵住了，他的阴茎在我体内搏动。我的心几乎要炸开。

“谁在里面？”外面有人喊道。

"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.

“你疯了，”他贴着我的后颈低语，“但我喜欢。”

When the voices faded, Marcus picked up speed. He spun me around, sat me on the edge of an old table, spread my legs, and pushed back in. The maid skirt was bunched up around my waist, white fishnet stockings contrasting with my tan skin. I wrapped my legs around him and raked my nails down his back.

“射在我里面，”我在呻吟间乞求道。“我想感受你滚烫的精液深深灌进我的小穴。”

“操，瓦尔……你会要了我的命的。”

他的抽送变得急促而深入。我先高潮了——猛烈地、紧紧夹住他，喷得他蛋蛋和桌子上到处都是。高潮的浪潮让我弓起背，咬住他的肩膀才没叫出声来。

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.

我们躺在那里喘着气，互相凝视。女仆装皱巴巴的，沾满了精液和我的爱液。马库斯吻上我的唇，出乎意料地温柔。

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

“我想我会留着这套服装，”我一边回答，一边整理围裙。“下次……说不定能派上用场。”

门外又响起了音乐声。我们迅速清理干净，但脸上的笑容始终没有消失。从来没有人发现那间小储藏室里真正发生过什么。