Day & Night

Buttering Up

Tsukie walked into Kyojuro's office and smiled, closing the door behind her. He had asked her out for lunch, but he was finally going to let her in on the other secret he had for her. Something he has been working on for months. Kyojuro was on a call with a few clients, but when he looked up to see his beautiful girlfriend, all thoughts vanished.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Rengoku?" One of the clients said, and Kyojuro had to shake his head.

"Yes, of course, looking at the screen before me says the shipment should arrive at the port in the next few days," he said, looking over to see Tsukie giggling at him. Raising a brow, new thoughts entered his head. Pointing his figure at her, curling it in, indicating her to come to him. He could see her thinking, wanting to challenge him, but decided against it.

Tsukie made her way over to the gorgeous flame-haired man. Kyojuro grabbed her hips, forcing her to his lap, which had Tsukie covering her mouth from making any noise. He brought his lips to her exposed neck, kissing and nibbling her soft skin. Clamping her hand down more, it took everything in Tsukie to keep quiet.

"We should be able to have enough supplies for not only you gentlemen but for the cities you look after as well," Kyojuro said, still continuing the conversation and now sliding his hand between Tsukie's thighs rubbing along the cloth of her thong. Just as she began to wiggle at his touch, a new thought ran through his mind.

Kyojuro removed his hand to now lift Tsukie on his desk. Her eyes widened, knowing very well what he was planning to do. She looked at the phone and back at him, silently asking if he was serious about to do what she thought. A smug grin formed on his face as he gently opened her legs, her dress rising, bunching up at her waist. As his head lowered to her folds, Tsukie sucked in a breath and bit her lip, forcing herself to stay quiet as her boyfriend moved the cloth of her underwear aside, his hot breath the only thing touching her before she felt his tongue start teasing her, tasting her.

It took everything in Tsukie to not make any noise as Kyojuro buried his face between her legs. Devouring her as if he hadn't eaten in forever. The clients kept talking, unaware of what their boss was doing. Tsukie bit her lip and dug her fingers into the flame-haired man tugging that same hair tight, hoping he was getting the message to end the call. The pressure and pleasure she was keeping in was so much to the point that her eyes blurred with tears. The coil in her stomach was tightening but wasn't releasing. All Tsukie could do was let out a slew of curses in her head, but Kyojuro wasn't letting up.

Smiling into her, Kyojuro knew precisely what he was doing and decided to slide a single figure into her soaking wet folds. Tsukie closed her leg tightly around his head shaking. It felt so good to her, but it was beginning to be torture. If the release wasn't coming to her anytime soon, she would suffer at his hands instead. Kyojuro decided to slip in another finger while he was still buried between her thighs. Tears were falling down her face now. The flame-haired man looked up, seeing the tears, and was starting to feel bad. He loved teasing her, but to the point of crying was a little too much for him. Slowly, Kyojuro took his fingers out and sat up.

Tsukie watched her boyfriend stick his fingers in his mouth that had her wetness on them and sucked them clean. The gleam on his chin as he smiled making her forget that he had just pleasured her to tears. Eyeing down to the bulge in his pant, a thought ran through her head this time. A way to tease him back. Tsukie stood up and, in one swift motion, was out of her dress and in nothing but her underwear and thigh-high boots. Kyojuro's eyes widened, and a slight grin teased the corner of his lips. He knew he fucked up. The young woman began slowly and quietly getting on her knees, releasing his cock from its confines. Kyojuro didn't stop her, but he should have thought.

"Should the shipments be made every other month or every two months?" One of the clients asked.

Clearing his throat before answering, Kyojuro closed his eyes, trying to focus, almost forgetting he was on this call. "Yes, every other mo-uh-nth," Kyojuro stumbled with his words, eyes snapping open, as his girlfriend quickly moved onto him. Hands shaking from being buried deep inside her. The feeling of her walls clinging to him. That smile on her face was smug.