Chapter 1
Michael couldn’t believe his luck as he scrolled through his calendar again. “Necronomidol First Meeting” was displayed evidently through a one hour time slot, indicating he would finally meet one of his favorite pop stars.
Michael Simpson had begun his career with an undergraduate then master degree in business, specifically focusing on the music industry. When he had received a significant offer to join a company named H.I.A in Japan, focusing on signing top pop idols, he knew he couldn’t say no. He was forty years old without a wife and kids, and ready to explore an industry he had done plenty of research into. He was so excited to head over he was there within a month.
Michael was a fit man despite being in his forties, as he had a pretty intense fitness routine set for himself when he wasn’t at work. He was starting to gray but wasn’t balding - not quite yet, and was well dressed, wealthy, and knew how to schmooze people. He would never admit it, but he was also particularly into young Asian girls, and was eager to explore the population as soon as he landed.
Unfortunately, it didn’t go quite to plan. He was so busy with the work they had given him that he barely even had time to look at his own secretary, let alone the women in Tokyo’s busy streets. It was quite frustrating, but he had only been here a couple of months, and knew he would stay indefinitely. He would find someone eventually.
Today, though, his mind was focused on one girl. Tsukishiro Himari, a woman who had joined Necronomoidol in 2017. She had sharp bangs, piercing brown eyes, and always sported beautiful and vibrant red lipstick, which he desired to see wrapped around his cock. Today, he would be in a room with her, along with the other three girls in her team, and he couldn’t wait. The more he thought about it throughout the morning, the more his pants strained from a bulge, which he had to hide in his office in case his secretary, Mimi, saw and reported him. He imagined she would be even more beautiful in real life, and had no idea how he was going to stop himself from touching her.
He sat perfectly still in his office as the group arrived, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. A woman he did not recognize walked in first in a normal business outfit, which was quite a contrast to what the other four women wore. Hisui Kurogane, Meica Mochinaga,
Malin Kozakura, and Hima walked behind her, all sporting their usual full idol attire. His eyes immediately focused on Hima’s black robes, which were cut in diagonal angles to expose her beautiful stocking clad legs and her garter straps. Her breasts were pushed up with a tight leather corset, and her black hair was strikingly straight, with her lips painted as red as her usual appearance. He was glad his desk was on top of him, because all five women would be sure to see his immediate interest in her.
“Hello, I am Neconomidol’s manager.” the first woman said in perfect English, putting her hand out towards Michael. He barely paid any attention to her as he angled his head, wanting to see Hima more. “You can call me Tiffany,” she continued as he took her hand.
“I’m Michael, but I’m sure you already know that. Please, sit. All of you.” He indicated, and all the idols calmly sat, looking a bit bored. He knew the manager must have put them up to this, dressing them up like dolls to impress him.
He barely tried to hide his gaze as he continued to stare at Hima, trying not to drool as he realized he was staring at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. This was exactly why he had agreed to move to Japan in the first place, to meet women like her. His mind was frantic as he tried to think up ways to get her alone with him, just so he could try to seduce her. He was quite confident in how well he had been able to do this before.
“Should I start my pitch?” The manager said, looking a bit awkward. He hadn’t spoken since they sat down, and hadn’t planned on it. He nodded, still looking dazed.
“Well, you know we’ve been having a hard time keeping members–,” she started, and began to go on and on, evidently reading from a script she had memorized. He barely listened as he continued to watch Hima. She looked just as shy and bored as the others, like she was being forced to do this. Her legs were crossed in front of her, and he desperately wanted her to uncross them so he could see what was underneath.
Was she wearing lingerie that matched those stockings? Did they really dress her from head to toe as the goth idol she was now? He wished he was there during their dressing phase, just to be able to see what she was hiding underneath her outfits.
He began to fantasize about what he would do to her if they were alone in the room together. He would crawl in between her legs, making her gasp out in shock. Then, before she could do anything, he would spread her legs apart and work his head into her dress. He would push it as high as he possibly could, so he could see the full garter belt and what he was working with. He wanted to push his head into her crotch and smell her sweet scent, then pull her stockings off one by one with his teeth.
Then, he would check how wet he was already making her, a man double her age and way more experienced than any boy she had been with before. He would know exactly how to work her to make her beg him for more, to ask him for more fingers, or even his cock. He would make her cum over and over again until she begged him to stop.
He groaned as he adjusted his position again. His cock was so hard it was leaking precum, and he knew he needed to get out of there to wank to get his head cleared. The manager was still droning on and on, and he wondered if she knew that he would only accept the contract because it would enable him to spend more time with Hima. In fact, they didn’t even have to be here today. He would’ve said yes no matter what. Though, after seeing her come in dressed like that, they had sealed the deal completely for him.
“Where would the changing rooms be located during the shoot?” He interrupted, indicating the photoshoot they would be performing on the girls as an establishment of the two companies working together. It was something he had come up with just the previous day, knowing that it would give him a chance to stare at Hima even more. He was even more desperate today, after seeing her in real life for the first time.
She looked flustered as she stopped mid-way through her sentence. “Oh… photoshoot?” She racked her brain for the information, looking like she was coming up short.
“I assume they can be provided in this building.” Hima said, and his eyes shot to her in absolute delight. He didn’t think she would be talking at all this meeting, but hearing her perfect English spoken in her sweet and gentle voice just really increased his obsession with her.
“Thank you, Hima.” He replied, trying to sound as professional as possible. He cleared his throat. “Can you describe to me what you’re wearing today? From head to toe.”
She seemed to compose as she began describing. “Wait, no.” He stopped her. “Can you stand up and show me?”
The manager looked completely confused, but the five of them came to establish a contract, and they seemed like they would do anything to get the job done.
Hima nodded, and stood up. “I usually don’t have anything in my hair.” She explained. I wish I was pulling your hair while you screamed my name. “My makeup is very American goth, with long eyelashes and a lot of eyeliner.” She continued. I want to see your mascara fall down your eyes as you choke on my cock like a good girl. “I usually wear a choker around my neck,” she demonstrated, “but today we have decided on a corset with a leather jacket.”
“Is it hot wearing this much?” He asked, trying to seem like he was actually listening and not just using this chance to gawk at her body.
“Only when we’re on stage with lights on us.” She replied professionally. “The corset is actually a dress, which is cut in a way to show tights.” Which seems like I could easily rip off with my fingers if I try hard enough. “I’m wearing long boots which are usually laced up. We do a lot of dance training to make sure we can dance with shoes like this.” I wonder if I can fuck you with nothing but your boots on.
“Yes, thank you for the demonstration.” He said. His pants were straining too much at this point, had he ever been this hard before? She nodded at his approval, and smoothed her dress as she sat back down. She was the most gentle woman she had ever seen, like all of her actions were calculated to make sure she didn’t step a foot out of line. He loved intelligent women like her, and knew he had chosen the right one to be his first fuck in Japan.
“Is there anything else you wish to discuss?” He asked the manager, wanting to begin his plan to get rid of them.
She seemed to be put on the spot, and she frantically adjusted her paper as she said, “well, there’s also the subject of the percent of payment…” she continued. He was immediately bored again, and went back to staring at Hima, imagining the other outfits he could put on her if he got her into it. It would be nice to be able to put her in something completely out of her comfort zone, like a neko outfit, or some sort of maid costume.
Enough was enough, he needed to find a way to get her alone. He pretended to check his watch and said, “I think our meeting is coming to an end.” It was a complete lie, they had one hour, and barely fifteen minutes had passed. “I would like to speak to Ms. Tsukishiro alone, since she’s clearly the biggest expert of this group.”
The manager looked appalled, but it was Meica Mochinaga that spoke up, “Mr. Michael, we can all stay and speak to you if you have any questions.”
He practically glared at her from her refusal. “It is clear to me that only Hima seems to know what’s going on. She’s the leader and the longest serving member, and clearly knows what she’s talking about. I have questions only she can answer.”
The manager clearly elbowed Meica, and said, “well, if that’s what you wish, I think we can all go for an early lunch.” The other girls looked reluctant, with Hima not revealing anything on her face. He emptied his mind and tried to think about things that disgusted him, trying to get his boner to subside while he stood up. It seemed to work, for now, and they all stood up at once, and he shook all of their hands as they headed out, with him closing the door behind them.
He walked to his desk, and pressed the intercom, telling his secretary that he would be in the office for an hour, and not to disturb him no matter what. He sat down again at his chair, and stared at Hima directly. “So, let’s begin with our questions.”
Chapter 2
“Are you comfortable? Do you need a drink?” He asked, wanting to seem as innocent as possible at first.
She shook her head, still speaking in perfect English, “no, I’m okay, Mr. Simpson.”
“Well, since we are both missing out on lunch, we can go get something together and talk more after this,” he said. She nodded politely, and he realized at once it would be quite a challenge breaking her facade. Good, this was how he liked to play. “Is there anything you prefer eating?” He asked.
She shook her head. “Anything you want is good, I’m not so hungry yet.”
“Okay, that’ll give us some time to chat,” he said.
“What did you want to ask me personally, Mr. Simpson?” She asked calmly.
He hadn’t actually thought of what to say. So far, all he had desired was getting her alone. “Tell me about how you got into being an idol.”
It seemed like a normal question, because she began her story almost immediately, “well, I was always a shy girl, and spent a lot of time reading, watching anime, and traveling alone or with my little sister. One day, when I was in Korea, a talent agent told me I had the perfect look for being an idol.”
He nodded. “Yes, you are quite beautiful.”
She seemed used to compliments like that, and continued her story, “I was hesitant at first, it seemed very unprofessional for him to come to me like that, and he also didn’t know if I was able to sing. He only judged me based on my looks.” Who wouldn’t judge you by your looks? You’re stunning, Hima.
“And? What made you change your mind?” He asked, actually curious.
“My little sister was also there, and she told me after I should give him a call. We researched the company, and it was real. She told me it might change my life,” she said, and it was clear to Michael she clearly had a lot of affection for her sister, purely based on her smile just mentioning her.
“Your sister was right.” He concluded.
“Yes, she was. I joined Bakuon Dolls Syndrome after a couple of months of discussing my contract. It took a while to build my audience, but I eventually had a fan base. I didn’t like where the group was going though, and decided to leave at the end of 2016.” He nodded, he had already known all this from his research, but it was still nice coming from her.
“Then you decided to join NECRONOMIDOL?” He asked.
“Yes, we had already been discussing it beforehand, and I think my goth-like appearance fit perfectly with the appearance of the group,” she said, “now I’m the longest standing member.”
“The other girls seem to respect you a lot,” he said, still trying to give her compliments.
“We’re all one big family,” she replied professionally.
“Yes, but you’re really the one charge, no?” He asked. He was having so much fun just trying to unhinge her. It was adorable how hard she tried to make this conversation seem normal, when it was anything but.
“I guess. We all listen to our agent equally.”
“Your agent seemed really nervous, it wasn’t a good look for the group.” He revealed. He wanted to see if Hima would drop her just like that.
She seemed to think about this. “Well, she’s trying her best. She’s new to the industry. This is one of her biggest meetings.”
“You’re not disappointed in her? She sounded so rehearsed.” He pushed.
“Does that mean you’re not interested in the contract?” She said sharply.
“I am interested in the contract, but not because of your agent.” He paused, and made direct eye contact with her. “I’m interested in signing because of you.”
“Because of me?” She asked, already starting to look uncomfortable. Good.
He stood up from his desk, and began pacing across the room. “Hima, I’m sure you know you’re beautiful,” he started.
“I’ve been told this by my fans, but I’m not the type to brag about my looks.”
“Yes, I can tell you’re a humble person.” He agreed.
“What does my beauty have to do with the deal?” She asked, though he knew she already knew where he was going with this.
“Look at your long legs… your hips… how you’ve styled your long and silky hair around your face, you’re everything any guy could ever ask for.” He said smoothly. She didn’t reply, though she shied away from him, her body flinching back a little. “Do you have a boyfriend, Hima?”
“I don’t.” She said, “I’m too busy with my work to have a boyfriend, and my fans wouldn’t like that if it ever came out.”
“Are you a virgin?” He asked abruptly.
She furrowed her eyebrows, looking pissed off. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with the contract we’re discussing.”
He paused his walking, and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. “It has everything to do with the contract we’re discussing.”
“I should leave,” she said. “The rest of them should be waiting for me.” She stood up, looking down on the ground as she walked towards the door. He stepped in front of her, blocking her exit.
“Why are you leaving so soon? We still have so much to discuss.” He purred. He knew he probably looked like a predator, about to strike. He could sense the fear radiating from her, but he knew that wouldn’t matter. She would be putty in his hands soon enough. He had done this too many times to count.
“I don’t think you’re planning on fulfilling the contract,” she said, still trying to keep up the conversation. She was trying to be so brave, he loved every second of it.
“Oh, I actually plan on signing it, Hima. I want to be part of every step of your career.” He hinted. “Your career is really important to you, no? You wouldn’t want to disappoint your little sister, and I know this contract would mean everything to NECRONOMIDOL.” He said.
Her voice was shaky as she said, “are you threatening me? This is unbelievable!”
He stood firm at the door, making sure she wouldn’t be able to suddenly bolt out. “No threats, just trying to remind you of what’s on the line. Right now, the other girls are expecting you to seal the deal for them. How do you think they’ll react when you come out and tell them I’ve changed my mind? Who will continue the legacy of the group, then? We’re the biggest producers in Japan, you’ll fail without us.”
Her body shook, and she tried her hardest not to look at him. “What do you want from me?” She gritted out.
“I just want to play a game with you. If you manage to succeed, I’ll sign the contract and act professional from now on. If you fail, you’ll be signing up to be my plaything for the rest of the day.” It was psychological warfare, and the women always said yes, how could they not?
“I’ll play the game,” she said, without even asking him what it was.
“Great!” He said, clapping his hands together, making a loud sound that made her flinch. He locked the door behind them, giving them some privacy, and walked back to his desk. “Please, sit,” he told her.
She looked extremely reluctant as she nodded and headed back to the couch. “Now, can you answer my question from earlier? Are you a virgin, Hima?”
She shook her head. “No, Michael. I had a boyfriend in high school, and was with someone else after that.”
“Thank you for being honest. I promise that will stay within this room. Your fans wouldn’t like that very much,” he said, giving her another hidden threat.
“No, they wouldn’t.”
“So I assume you’re used to getting pleasured and having orgasms?” He asked crudely, getting right to the point now. He had teased her for long enough.
She blushed, which was so adorable against her usual tough exterior. “Yes, I have had orgasms before.”
“Great! Because that’s what the game will be about. I want to taste you and have my way with you. If you manage to not cum within five minutes, then I’ll let you go. Simple enough, right?” He said, already getting hard from the idea of it.
He knew she was probably expecting something worse, maybe a forced blow job or two, but looked relieved as she nodded. “That should be okay.”
“Let’s get started then, before your friends get worried.” He approached her now, not stopping himself this time. He didn’t actually think this would be so easy, but clearly the threat of ruining something Hima clearly loved was enough to spur her into agreeing to what he wanted.
He wanted her to have everything on except for her panties. Her outfit was just too hot for him, and he wanted stocking-clad legs to be resting on his shoulders as he destroyed her. He reached her, and gave her a gentle stroke on her cheek, her skin was so soft, even more than he had imagined. Gods, he desperately wanted to fuck her right then and there.
He moved down in between her legs, putting them on his shoulder like he had imagined. He began rubbing his face against her thigh, which was the only thing exposed in between her panties, garter belt, and stockings. She was just so goddamned smooth, like nothing had ever touched her before. He began kissing from the top of her stockings upwards, giving her soft touches all the way up to her panties. He did so again on the other side, and she ignored all of it, refusing to react to anything he did.
He flipped her dress up, though it wasn’t difficult with how high up the slit was. He loved what he saw under. The corset was still covering her stomach, but her panties were just such a contrast to the rest of her outfit. It was black with a small bow on top, and frilly bits on the bottom. She had definitely not imagined anyone else seeing it that day. He pushed his nose and mouth against it and sniffed her, breathing her scent in deeply. Her scent was floral and musky, and he pressed in as deeply as he could to get all of it in. “You smell delicious, Hima. I’m sure your taste is just as exquisite.” He commented, looking up at her with delight.
She was watching him in complete shock, like she hadn’t expected him to be so gentle with her. “Please just get started, Mr. Simpson,” she said.
“Please, call me Michael.” He insisted. She nodded, and he proceeded to pull on both sides of her panties, pulling them down around her calves and off of her high boots. She had a small bush on top, and her pussy looked just as beautiful as the rest of her. It was even more perfect than he had imagined in his dirty mind. He rested his hands below her ass cheeks and pulled her forward, aligning her so she was lying on the couch with her ass pointed outwards. He showed her his smart watch, turning on the timer for five minutes.
“Don’t cum for five minutes, or you’ll lose the game.” He reminded her, giving her intense eye contact.
She nodded. “Yes, please get started.”
He pressed the start button, put her legs on his shoulders again, and immediately pressed his tongue against her clit.
The problem with young girls like Hima was that they never anticipated a man like him, double her age, to be good at sex. He was delighted when she informed him she had been with boys her age before, because that meant she had something to directly compare him to. The truth was, men like him had thirty plus years of experience knowing exactly how to pleasure a woman, and knew that every woman had specific things they liked. Michael was really good at figuring this out, and he knew he would be able to get her cum before the five minutes was up.
He knew she wouldn’t be wet yet, since she was so worried about what he would be doing to her. He took the time to lick from her ass to her clit, tasting every part of her before murmuring, “you taste delicious, Hima.” She ignored him again, and he went back to focusing on her clit. He sucked on it with his lips, taking it into his mouth as much as he possibly could. She wiggled against him, clearly starting to feel it.
He began licking slow circles around it, trying to see which motion got her going the most. He put a finger against her pussy, wanting to feel the exact moment she got wet for him. He lapped at her like a dog, up and down and in circles. He picked up the rhythm, and began to feel the sticky fluid on his fingers as her body began enjoying his attention. She still refused to make a noise, though, and he could see her biting her lower lip as she watched him with her thick eye lashes. He lapped over and over, speeding up and slowing down, and moved down to her pussy to lick that as well. He stuck his tongue as deeply inside of her as he could, and finally got a reaction as she buckled into his face, finally losing control of her body.
“Good girl.” He murmured into her, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hear him. He thrust harder into her pussy, tasting her sweet juices as she coated his tongue. “Mmmph…” He replaced his tongue with his finger, pushing deep inside of her and arching his index so it was hitting her G-spot. He began pumping slowly in motion to his tongue, which began licking her clit again.
“Oooh…” She let out a moan, unable to help herself. This encouraged him further, and he began increasing his speed. He was only two minutes into his onslaught, and he knew she would be losing at any moment. She must’ve been even more sensitive, having had no guy touch her for quite some time. He hit against the soft spot inside of her every time, arching his fingers against it as he felt more and more juices come out.
Come for me, Hima. He thought, as he still continued to increase his pace. He could feel her pussy clench around his finger, telling me she was close. She finally came apart under him, a low moan coming out of her as the orgasm tore from her. Her pussy milked his finger over and over, and he could feel her legs quivering around his head. He lapped at her even more, tasting all of the juices that squirted out of her. It was even more delicious than before.
He let her ride out her orgasm and stopped, showing her the stopwatch, which now paused at two minutes and thirty five seconds. He smiled at her, though tried not to look too happy with himself. He pulled the finger out and looked at the string of her juices before putting it inside of his mouth, sucking on it. “I’ve never tasted anything more delicious,” he teased.
Her face was red and heated, and she was panting as she pressed her legs together. It didn’t look like she was going to say anything, so he said, “looks like you lost the game.”
She shook her head, still panting, “I didn’t have an orgasm…”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “Don’t ever lie to me again. I’ve been with many women in the past, and I know when a girl has an orgasm.” She looked incredibly ashamed of herself, and he didn’t know if it was from the lie or from losing control of her body. “If we’re going to do this right, I need to know you’re not going to lie to me.”
She shook her head again, biting on her lower lip once more. “I can’t do this, this is so embarrassing!”
“There’s nothing embarrassing about letting your body go and have fun. Now, you agreed to a game and you lost it. Now, you belong to me for the rest of the day, and I’m going to make you cum many more times before we’re done.” He stood up, and put her panties in his back pocket. “Now, I want you to tell your girls that you’ll be staying here for the rest of the day to help us prepare for the photoshoot, since you’re the most knowledgeable.” His cock was dying to be released, but he knew they would call the cops if he kept her locked in here for too long. She had lost the game, and now she would be facing the consequences. She nodded, still looking ashamed, and he unlocked the door for her. They exited, and found the group coming back from lunch after leaving thirty minutes ago.
He let her have the illusion of speaking to them alone, and walked back to his office, closing the door behind him. He walked to the desk and turned on the speaker connected to the hall outside of his room and heard, “did he accept the deal?” in Japanese. It was coming from Meica.
“He will. We have to sort some more things out.” Hima said. Good, she wasn’t going to rat him out. He was almost completely sure she wouldn’t, but there was a small chance she could’ve changed her mind about this whole thing.
“Are we coming back then?” The agent asked, sounding concerned.
“He wants me to help them out with setting up the photoshoot. The rest of you can come back tomorrow, but I’ll be here for a few more hours,” she explained.
“Why don’t we all stay? It’s not fair for you to work longer hours!” Meica asked. She seemed to Michael like she was the most annoying one. Always intruding into other people’s business.
“No, no. I’m the leader of the group, so I’ll be the only one staying.” Hima insisted.
“If you say so…” Hisui said. “Should we go say bye to him?”
“No, he knows I just came out to tell you. You’ll all see him tomorrow during the photoshoot. I’ll text you when I finally have everything signed and ready.” Hima said curtly, like she desperately wanted them to leave.
There was a pause, and he assumed they were probably giving each other hugs or waves goodbye. “I’m surprised they’re saying yes to the deal.” Meica seemed to be saying to the rest of the girls.
“He seemed to really like Hima. She’s always been so good at making us successful.” The agent said.
“Agreed,” said Hisui, before the automatic door opened and their voices disappeared from the speaker.
A second later, the door clicked open, and Hima appeared again, her cheeks still flushed. “They’ve left, Mr. Simpson.”
“I said to call me Michael. We’re too familiar now for formalities.” He scooted back in his chair. “Now, how did it feel having no panties on in front of your friends? Were you getting wet just thinking about what I was going to do to you?” He smirked behind his hands.
“Please, sir. Let’s just get this over with.” She was still being headstrong, even after cumming under his ministrations. He knew he would have to do more to break her, but first, he had a cock that needed something warm around it. He had been patient enough.
He locked the door again, and slipped his pants and boxers off in one push. His cock sprang to attention, hitting his stomach as he released it. She looked anywhere except for him, and he wrapped his finger around it to give himself a long stroke. He was already leaking at the tip. Her body alone was enough to drive him crazy, and he had been staring at her for what felt like hours now.
He took her hand and guided her to the floor, pushing her to her knees using his hand. He continued to stroke his cock, and pushed the tip against her face. “Have you given a blow job before?” He asked her.
She shook her head, her lips grazing against his cock as she did so. “All you have to do is put it in your mouth and move back and forth. Use your tongue as much as possible, and not your teeth. Got it?” He was still holding onto her head, and could feel her nod slightly. He pressed even firmer against her lips, forcing her to open for him. He moaned with just the sensation of her mouth opening for him, it felt so damned good. He could feel her tongue slip against his head, and he grabbed her to slam into the back of her throat. She gagged immediately and tried to push him back, but he made a shushing noise. “Breathe, it’s not going to hurt you,” he said, and pulled out before slamming into her throat again. She took it like a champion this time, though still made a small gagging noise. He tangled his fingers deep inside of her long silky hair, marveling at how soft it was before he began thrusting.
He groaned as he pushed inside of her over and over, loving how wet and silky everything felt. There was just nothing like having an Asian girl half his age, it made his cock so fucking hard. Tears began falling down her eyes as he continued to thrust, and he loved how it began ruining her makeup, revealing her as the slut she truly was. The mascara was smudging on her face, and he commanded her to look up at him. She listened, giving him a hateful glare as he pounded into her over and over again. It was so fucking hot he had to close his eyes and think about anything else but her. He didn’t want to cum too early, but it had been a while since he had felt so good.
“Use your tongue more, Hima,” he said. She made a loud groaning sound like she was giving him a retort, but he had no idea what she was trying to say. Instead, he began feeling her tongue swirl against him with every stroke, wrapping around his dick and making him groan even louder. This was too good. He’s not going to be able to stop himself from cumming, and it was just her first time giving a blow job. “I’m going to cum inside of your mouth, and you’re going to swallow every drop like a good girl,” he said. He could feel his balls tightening, and he thrust into her like his life depended on it, loving the sensation of her throat opening up for him. He groaned loudly as he came, and he could feel all of his pent up cum exploding over and over down her wet mouth. He opened his eyes to see her throat bobbing over and over as she tried to swallow. “Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he groaned again, finally stopping his thrusts. He released her, and she gasped as she leaned back against the sofa, inhaling and exhaling loudly.
Some of the cum had spilled out of her, falling onto the floor, and he looked down at it, pleased and disappointed at the same time. “Don’t let any spill next time. I know I had too much for you to handle. I’ve been saving it for weeks, I’ve been saving it up for you ever since I knew we would be meeting.”
She glared at him and wiped her lips, spearing her black lipstick across her face. “You’re a disgusting man,” she said.
“I’m not forcing you to do anything Hima. You agreed to a game, and you lost it,” he said. “Now, take off your corset.” She glared at him as she listened to his command once more, unclipping the front one by one as she slipped it off her body. “Now, your dress.” She pulled from her waist, lifting the heavy black dress over her body and placing it on the couch.
He couldn’t help but just stand there and stare at her. She was… absolutely gorgeous. She had a beautiful slim figure, with small breasts currently covered with a lacy black bra, a narrow waist and a firm ass. He made her spin around for him, which completely disgusted her. He reached over and unclipped her bra, and made her stand there with her stockings, boots, garterbelt, and nothing else. Gods, it was far better than he could ever imagine. He was getting hard again just seeing her like that. He sat down on the couch, and told her to climb on top of him. She held onto his shoulder with her eyes looking towards the ceiling, and he began his onslaught on her now exposed breasts.
He licked and sucked each of them, flicking his tongue on her nipple while playing with the other with his fingers, pinching and prodding at them. Again, she tried not to react to him, but he could tell by every twitch and quiver exactly what he was doing to her. He had always been a breast man, loving both big and small tits as they fit between his fingers. Her nipples were insanely hard and firm, making him want to suck even harder. Really, he wanted to lick and suck every part of her smooth and perfect body. He hadn’t seen her legs or feet fully yet, and he fully intended on sucking and licking all of those regions as well.
He released her nipples, and began licking up her chest, giving her licks and sucking on her neck, wanting to make his mark on her. She let out a moan as he sucked on the spot between her neck and shoulder, and he realized at once it was a sensitive region for her. He did the same to the other side, loving all of her reactions. He nibbled higher, ending next to her ear as he licked from the bottom to the top, loving the way she quivered from it. He purposefully blew a hot breath against it and whispered, “how desperately do you want to cum again, Hima?”
“I don’t need to cum again,” she replied, her voice shaking.
“Good to know.” He said, and began moving his cock against her slit, grinding against her wetness. She was distinctly wetter than before. She let out a loud moan, the loudest he had heard yet, and he grabbed onto her waist, helping him push against her over and over.
Her wetness made it incredibly easy for him to slide back and forth, and he arched his cock so it hit her clit as he thrusted. “And how badly do you want my cock inside of you now, Hima?” He whispered with the same growly voice. She must’ve been desperate at this point. She was soaked, and was getting even wetter as he grinded against her. He loved that no matter what, her body couldn’t lie. He could tell just how much she wanted it just from how she was reacting to him.
“I don’t want any of it,” she lied again. He lifted her up, aligned his dick against her entrance, and thrust inside. The first thrust went even deeper than he had imagined. He just couldn’t believe someone as slim as her could fit that much of him inside of her. It was so fucking hot just thinking about it. He lifted her up again and thrust inside once more, this time going all the way in. He could feel her pussy squeeze him, adjusting to the foreign object inside of it. He didn’t move, letting her take her time to feel his cock deep inside of her.
“How does it feel, hm?” He said, flexing his cock. She finally made eye contact with him, and he could see her lust and desire behind her angry eyes. He pulled her off of his cock again, and slammed back in once more. Over and over he fucked her, loving how easy it was to lift her off of him. She was a tall woman, but probably still around a hundred pounds. That was another reason why he loved Asian women. He began sucking on her tits, his mind completely lost to the sensations of being inside of her. He had fucked many women before, but this was by far the tightest he’d ever been inside, and he wanted to experience every position he possibly could with her.
He lifted her fully off of his cock, and pulled her hand towards his desk, bending her so she was holding onto it, her ass high in the air for him. He aligned his cock again, and pushed all the way inside of her. He groaned loudly, it was even deeper than it was before. He commanded her to arch her back, and began fucking her once more, his fingers digging into her deep waist. He nudged her boots apart, forcing her to open wide for him. He pounded her so hard his desk shook, and he told himself to remember to bolt it onto the ground for next time.
His balls slapped against her clit with every stroke, and she moaned over and over, clearly enjoying herself. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he said, feeling her pussy tighten around him once more. He didn’t know how much longer he could last… she was milking him so hard he thought he was going to pass out. He slammed into her hard as he felt her body begin to quiver, and she gasped out loudly as she came, her pussy squeezing him even harder than before as her legs gave out under her. He held up her whole body as he continued fucking her, eventually cumming as well, his dick and balls squeezing as he emptied his load inside of her, just as thick and sticky as before. He let her go when she finished, and she collapsed onto the floor, her hands still holding onto the table as she shook. He was shocked she had even held herself up for so long. He was fucking her so hard he felt like her body was going to break.
His back was soaked, with his dress shirt plastered against it. He collapsed onto the sofa, panting as well. When his body finally calmed down, he stared at her and said, “you came just from my cock, what a good girl…” Her eyes were closed as she leaned against his desk. “You have nothing to say, Hima?” He was getting a little frustrated by her silence. She was trying to repress herself too much, and she would never be fully able to enjoy herself if she didn’t let him dominate her fully. She had to start with being honest.
“I don’t know what to say,” she replied. She looked completely distraught, like she couldn’t believe someone like him could make her cum not once, but two times in one session. He knew what it was like with girls like her in high school. The boys were too busy thinking about themselves to give her orgasms, and would cum too quickly inside of her for her to feel this good. She’d probably never realized until now how good sex could feel, and he wanted to show her a whole different world.
“How does it feel having my cum leak out of your pussy?” He asked.
“Disgusting,” she replied. “I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”
“There’s nothing to forgive. Your body enjoyed itself, don’t punish yourself for that,” he never understood why cultures repressed their sexuality so much. Girls should be allowed to be the sluts they truly were inside. He put his pants on and left the room, going to his private bathroom to grab some paper towels. He wetted it with warm water, and came back. He lifted her onto his desk, and began cleaning her up. “I’m sure you know I’m never going to let you go, as long as you keep working with my company.”
She nodded, and he wondered when she had realized this. “We’ll find some time alone to play with each other tomorrow, and I’ll give you so many orgasms you’ll forget your own name.”
She shivered, but nodded once more. “Don’t tell anyone about this, or I’ll make sure your name will never be uttered in idol society ever again.” He paused, “though I know you’ll be addicted to my cock and touch soon enough. No other man, especially one your age, will ever be able to make you feel like this.” He finished cleaning her up, and threw the paper towels away. “Now, tell me the truth, Hima. Have you ever cum this hard before?” She shook her head, and he was immensely pleased by her honesty. “Good. The more I train you, the better it’ll be.”
He walked around to his desk, and unlocked the top drawer. He pulled a toy out, one he had specifically for this occasion. It was a butterfly, with a clit sucker on top and a small dildo on the bottom. They both had separate vibration and sucking settings which he could control with bluetooth on his phone. He reached around and pushed it inside of her, making her gasp.
“Now, I want you to go home with this on. I’ll know if you take it off before you reach home. Then, I want you to put it back on tomorrow morning before you come to the photoshoot.” He took her panties out of his pocket, and put it back on her. He planned on teasing her over and over with it, making her get close to cumming, and then stopping the toy right at the very edge. Thanks to Japanese technology, the toy had a way of measuring her heartbeat and wetness, telling him the exact moment she was going to cum. He had to use it for this very moment. He knew from research and past experiences that edging was the best way to make a girl completely sex-crazed. It forced them to crave cock and orgasms, which he would be the only one ever giving to her. This would only be the very start of it all. Not only that, he planned on training her ass as well, making her crave his cum deep inside of her, coating all of her holes as it dribbled out of her before a performance.
Better yet, she was the first idol he’d seduced, and now he knew exactly what to expect. She wouldn’t be the only one he planned on playing with. He had the rest of his career to seduce more and more up and coming idols, making them crave his cock and attention.
He told her to put her clothes back on, and she did so, still looking lost and confused. He reached back and turned the toy on and loved that she jolted. He could barely hear it buzzing, which was exactly why he chose the toy in the first place.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hima. Have a nice night.”
She nodded. “Goodnight, Michael.”
He sat back on his desk, crossing his legs. “Cancel the rest of my appointments please,” he told his secretary. He was too busy thinking about Hima, wanting to play with her as she traveled home. His cock was already stirring again thinking about her sweet body, and he almost called her back to give him another blow job. No, he would be patient. He had all the time in the world to play with her, and he would take his sweet time.