办公室派对上的种马

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.

“Elena,” he said, voice low and rough, eyes locked on the way my black yoga leggings hugged my hips. “You’ve been twisting that tight little body in front of me for weeks in class. Tonight I’m not your student anymore.”

我咽了口口水，感觉小穴因他靠近的方式而收缩，他宽阔的胸膛隔着我的薄背心蹭着我的奶子。派对在我们周围喧嚣——醉醺醺的笑声、碰杯声——但一切都淡去了。马库斯是办公室里的种马，那个高大健壮、每个女人都在背后议论的客户经理。一米九的纯粹自信，以让女人浑身酸痛却面带微笑而闻名。

“Then stop pretending you’re here for the free drinks,” I whispered back, my fingers grazing the hard ridge already straining his dress pants. “I’ve seen how you watch my ass in downward dog. You want to fuck your yoga teacher, don’t you?”

His big hand slid down my back and squeezed my firm ass right there in the semi-dark corner. “Right now. Before someone notices how hard you’re making me.”

We barely made it to the empty conference room down the hall. The door clicked shut behind us and his mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. I moaned into the kiss as he yanked my tank top up, exposing my bare breasts. His thumbs circled my stiff nipples, sending sharp jolts straight to my clit.

“Fuck, these tits are perfect,” he growled, bending to suck one hard peak into his hot mouth. I arched, fingers tangling in his short dark hair. My leggings were already soaked between my thighs.

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.

“Oh god, Marcus… right there,” I gasped, hips bucking against his mouth. My juices coated his chin. He curled those fingers, hitting that spot that made my knees shake. Heat coiled tight and fast in my belly. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m coming!”

My orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision whited out. I cried out, thighs clamping around his head while my pussy spasmed and gushed around his fingers. He kept licking through every shiver until I was trembling and breathless.

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.”

他猛地一挺，一插到底，粗壮的鸡巴整根没入我紧致的小穴。那种撑开的感觉妙不可言——灼热而燃烧的快感让我呻吟得足以在玻璃墙上回荡。他没有停顿，立刻开始快速而深入地抽插，桌子在我们身下吱吱作响。

“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.

“I’m close again,” I whimpered, grinding down hard. “Come with me, stud. Fill my pussy.”

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.

We stayed locked together, panting, his forehead pressed to mine. Slowly, a lazy grin spread across his face. I started laughing first—light, breathless giggles that made my pussy flutter around him again. He chuckled too, the sound warm and easy.

“Best office party ever,” he murmured, kissing the corner of my mouth.

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