"Meeting adjourned!" the producer said with a satisfied clap.
The nine girls seated around long table all let out their own expressions of agreement, ranging from a small 'yay' to a barely audible sigh. The scuffling of chairs resounded as everyone stood up to leave. Chitter-chatter exchanged between the girls as they slowly filtered out through the door, school uniforms ruffling along with them. Before they passed the threshold into the hall of the office building, one by one they would turn around and ribbon, thanking the producer for the hard work. He would ceremoniously wave and smile back, thanking them for their hard work.
It had been a busy three months for the producer ever since he decided to help manage the members of µ's. This was his first time ever actually being the producer for anyone, so every day brought about new surprises for him, especially since this group of young women was as unpredictable as it could get. He watched as the last member left the room, hearing the door click behind her.
Satisfied with the fact that he was alone, the producer let out a long sigh, the smile he had put on his face diminishing to one of slight exhaustion. Leaning over the table, he allowed his demeanor to be one of vulnerability, one that he never allowed to be seen by the group. To them, the producer was the one who was in control, the rock of the whole group. Although it had only been three months, the young man was already taken in as one of their family, seen almost as a sort of father figure. In this context, it would never be appropriate for the girls to see just how much of a toll of this work took on him.
He stood up again, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt, loosening his tie. He took off his wire frame glasses, depositing them in his shirt pocket. He smacked the sides of his face.
"Alright, Mr. Producer. Let's clean up quickly so we can get home to relax and watch some Kamen Rider!"
A grin curled on his lips as he raised his fist slightly in determination. Rolling up his sleeves, the producer began to stack the leftover papers, sweep the floor of unwanted litter, and wipe down the table of the rented meeting room. This procedure was done almost daily, since µ's met here after school with the producer frequently to discuss their game plans.
Then, when he was in the middle of wiping down the white board, he heard the door in the corner of the room open and close shut. He quickly turned around to be met with the sight of Honoka Kosaka, the auburn-haired leader of the group. Immediately he could tell that something was different.
And it wasn't the fact that she reached over to lock the door behind her.
"Honoka…" the producer said tentatively. "It's been a while since we worked together. But there's not really much work to do tonight..."
Honoka jolted slightly, as if the words were something thrown at her chest. She stuttered a bit, looking at the ground before shaking her head.
The producer scratched his head in bemusement at her lack of vocal response. She wasn't acting anything like herself. He remembered a few months ago when he met her in a coffee shop to discuss µ's. Right from the beginning, he knew this girl was an unstoppable force with a limitless drive and unspeakable amounts of energy. Just today at the meeting, she was slamming her hands against the table with excitement about the new venue the producer had reserved, her blue eyes sparkling with the life of a child.
But right now, those blue eyes were…somewhere else. They were not downcast, they were just…nervous? Again, not a character trait the producer could pin to her at all. If Honoka was anything, nervous was not one of them. He walked over to her slowly, before stopping just a few feet short. She still didn't say anything, deigning to look to her side with a coy face that made the producer's heart skip a beat.
"Is…is there something wrong, Honoka?
Finally, the girl faced him, meeting his gaze with one that had the tentative nervousness of an idol about to go onstage for the first time. It was then that he noticed the blush on her cheeks.
"No. I mean, yes. I mean," she stumbled, growing more and more flustered. "…I just need to talk to you."
The producer let out a bemused hum. Honoka still stood there near the door, looking at him with a face of faux-courage. Her hands were clasped in front of her, holding her school bag which was covered by her school uniform's jacket.
"Well, alright then. How about you come have a seat," the producer said, walking to the other side of the table, standing near the couch with a gesturing arm.
Honoka's eyes followed with their nervous shudder, but she complied, finally moving out of the spot near the door. She closed the distance between her and the producer, who looked down at her with a look that was as confused as curious so what she was about to say.
Well, alright, I guess we'll just stand, he thought to himself.
A clack and ruffle of fabric sounded, Honoka's bag and jacket discarded onto the table. She shuffled around with her legs, fingers twiddling as she tried to find the words to say. Patiently, the producer looked at her, taking note of the way she fiddled with her uniform's little ribbon. It was no surprise that she was µ's leader. Not only did she have that vitality, but out of all of them, there was something uniquely adorable about her. Be it the single ponytail on the side of her head, or that ever-present smile that made you want to smile back at her, the producer always thought she was a quality girl.
He shook those thoughts from his mind when she finally looked up at him, taking in a breath.
"Producer…these last few months have been completely magical," she said, her voice almost completely reverted back to its confident tone. "And it's all been because of you."
Her eyes shimmered in a way that gripped the producer's heart and left him speechless.
She continued.
"And I know just how much the work has taken a toll on you. You're very good at hiding it from us, and I know you do it to help us not worry. But I can tell that we can be a hassle a lot of the time."
"Honoka, that's not-"
She shushed him with a finger on his lips. The warmth of her skin sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. Honoka took away the finger, continuing on.
"We're all sorry. And I'm regretful that you don't know that," she said softly. The blush was still on her cheeks, but the producer knew it didn't correlate to her regret. What else was at work here?
"I'm here to apologize if we haven't shown our thanks to you as often as we should. I'm also here to show you my gratitude…personally," she said, the last word rolling off of her tongue in a whisper.
Suddenly, her demeanor changed, the blush blooming on her face in an almost deep red. Her fingers pulled at her ribbon, discarding it to the floor before she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. Her lips quivered as her breaths grew deeper.
The producer suddenly caught the severity of the situation, but before he could respond or react, Honoka's soft hands were already clasped around the back of his neck and her lips pressed against his. He let out a small yelp into her mouth, but the surprise suddenly turned itself over into enjoyment. The girl's lips were so soft and hot as she continued. Her kisses were needy and desperate, as if she needed his lips to breathe.
The producer's hands found themselves on her waist as she pushed up against him, her breasts pillowed between them, rubbing fabric against fabric. He felt the table behind him, dismayed to find that he was cornered. God, what a kisser. How could she only be in high school?
Finally, the producer took his entire reserve of self control to break free form her mouth, pushing her body away with his hands on her shoulders.
She looked at him with a sultry expression, breaths as heavy as the blush on her cheeks. A smile had formed on her lips, her eyes at half-mast.
Just the sight of her made the producer hot under the collar. But he knew this was wrong. He had to stop it before it got out of hand.
"Honoka…I. I really am grateful that you want to thank me in this way, but isn't there any other way you can show your gratitude?"
She bit her lip her hands absentmindedly untying his tie. She looked at him with a gaze that made him melt. He felt her hands unbuttoning his shirt.
"You know producer, this isn't only a thank you. I have to apologize because it's kind of selfish of me, actually," she continued, her words teasing and solid. Her demeanor of flustered nervousness was gone now as her true intentions were revealed. "You see, producer, I've always wanted this from you."
Oh my God.
She looked up at him with coy eyes, her palms pressed against his bare chest. The producer didn't even realize his shirt was completely undone.
The producer tried to retort.
"Alright, Honoka, I thank you again, b-but we're moving a little too fast here, aren't we? Plus a producer can't get into relationships with his subordinates. That's completely unprofessional and forbidden."
It seemed as if Honoka couldn't hear him. Her fingers moved to her own shirt, unbuttoning it one by one, until the producer could see the top edges of her bra. His breathing quickened as her fingers continued.
The producer's hands quickly grabbed hold of her wrists, and pushed her away.
"Honoka. Please," he begged, for his sake more than hers. "I don't want to get you into anything you will regret. What about our dream? Our dream to become the most popular idol group in Japan?"
She merely smiled back at him, her hand breaking free of his grip to caress the side of his face.
"Wasn't your job to help us in any way possible? What if I have needs that I need to be met? What if…I can't focus on our work because I want you…so badly…?" Her hand had suddenly found itself at his belt. With a click it was already unbuckled.
Before the producer could do anything, her hand brushed against his erection behind the fabric. A breathless gasp sounded from his lips.
She giggled, a sinister smile on her face. He was under her control now.
The producer was at a loss for words. The next minute was a blur. He was thrown onto his back on the sofa shirtless. He watched on as Honoka slipped out of her shoes, leaving her clad in only an unbuttoned school shirt, her socks, a skirt, her undergarments, and the yellow ribbon in her hair.
Another retort was primed on his lips before he was silenced by her kiss. He groaned as she continued, her hands grabbing the side of his face. He had fallen completely under this girl's spell, and he knew he couldn't break free from it. Her kiss continued almost violently as she straddled his lap. She grinded against him, moaning into his mouth as her moistness made contact with the erection in his paints.
Her sweet peachy scent assaulted his nose as much as her lips assaulted his. He felt her scoot up a little more, forcing him to sit straight against the sofa. Her covered breasts pushed up against him, her heat brushing against his skin. He suddenly felt her tongue tentatively push against the gates of his teeth, and he allowed it entry, welcoming it with his own. Soon the moans grew more frequent, exhalations and breaths of pleasure huffing through their noses.
The producer found his hands on her skirted rump, tentatively squeezing her soft curvatures. Her kisses deepened, moans beginning to escape through her nose as she lowered against him, grinding with intent. The producer gave her ass a thorough squeeze, making Honoka squeal softly. She separated their kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips before it split in half.
Honoka looked deep into the producer's eyes, her hot breath mingling with his own as they both heaved. At this point, the producer was beyond aroused, his erection straining the confines of his pants. Only three thin layers of fabric separated from her moistness, and it took all of his willpower to prevent himself from pinning the high school girl down onto the sofa and do whatever he wanted.
However, even as his hands teased along the waistline of the idol's skirt, the producer still held onto his scruples. What if word got out? It would mean the end of the group and possibly all of their careers, even theirs. However, as he looked at Honoka's face and her glistening lips, felt her hands shifting through his hair, and felt her warmth on his chest, he couldn't even manage to bring up the words to stop whatever she wanted to do with him. Still, he knew he had to try.
"Honoka…" he said between heavy breaths. His heart pounded as she closed the distance between them, their foreheads kissing.
"Mhmm?" she hummed questioningly, her vibrant blue eyes the only thing the producer can see. His temperature rose.
"W-We really shouldn't be doing this…you're only in high school," he said pathetically, spitting out the best excuse he could muster.
Honoka giggled atop him, sending small shudders that resonated in the producer's body.
She pulled back, that mischievous grin on her face.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, hotshot. If you didn't drop school to follow your dreams, you'd only be a sophomore in college."
He tried to retort again, but the only thing that passed through his lips was a groan. Honoka's hands had successfully unbuttoned his trousers under his notice, her fingers teasing its waistband. She looked at him, biting her bottom lip with a childish grin. She proceeded to get off the couch momentarily, keeping a firm grasp on the sides of his trousers. She pulled, and the producer could only watch on as he was exposed. In seconds flat Honoka took care of his shoes too, leaving him clad in only his socks and boxers.
Honoka's smile remained as she proceeded to slip out of her skirt, the plaid fabric pooling at her legs before she stepped out. Her shirt followed with it, giving her a shiver as she stood in her undergarments.
"Now we're on even ground," she said before straddling the producer again, settling on his lap with intent.
She grabbed his face and they rejoined in an intimate liplock. Her head was above his as she kissed him long and slow, raising his chin up with her fingers. She lowered herself then, allowing his hands to grasp at the smooth skin on her back. Tingles of excitement shot through her when the producer ran along her sides and running down along her spine. She could hear his small breaths of approval as his fingers admired her curves, tight and fit from training.
The producer breathed deeply through his nose as the steamy osculation continued, every inhale saturated with Honoka's scent. Her bare skin on his drove him crazy, and his hands complied to his desires, deigning to settling on her ass again after they roamed her tight curves. He felt her tongue in his mouth again, and instantly the kisses were deeper, more rough. She would squeak softly as he dominated her lips, tongue winning the wrestling with hers. Her hands ruffled his hair as she pulled him closer, delicious smacks of lips urging on her arousal, dribbles of saliva leaking from the sides of their mouths.
By now, Honoka's arousal was prominently expressed through her moistness, her core burning with hot desire. She started to grind again, this time focusing her efforts, her folds almost perfectly aligned with the producer's erection. Through the two thin layers of fabric their most vulnerable parts shared friction, causing louder moans to escape their mouths. Honoka separated the kiss, allowing several strings of their shared saliva to trickle down their chins. Her arms wrapped around the producer's shoulders, her cheek pressed against his as she moaned loudly.
Her hips gyrated against his abdomen as she grinded harder. She was so wet.
The producer grunted between gritted teeth. This was getting out of hand, but he couldn't deny that his arousal had burst through the roof. He would allow this from her, but he knew that as an adult, he needed to take responsibility.
"H-Honoka," he whispered, the formation of words a burden. "If you really want to do this, l-let's at least go to my apart-ah…" a moan interrupted his sentence.
Honoka breathed heavily against his ear as the producer's hands grabbed her hips, clutching tightly, excess flesh peeking between his fingers.
"No," she said, her words halfway between a moan and a whisper. "I want you now."
"But I don't have any…condoms," the producer hissed, Honoka's exposed neck tempting him with its sweet smoothness. Her fiery hair was in his face, its scent intoxicating him with every passing second.
Honoka pulled back, looking into his eyes with a look of unadulterated, wanton lust. She pushed their foreheads again, her breath wisping onto his nose in heated waves.
"You don't need to worry about responsibility, producer," she said in a whisper before a groan interrupted. "…it's a safe day…"
The producer couldn't hold back any longer. His erection was threatening to rip through his boxers as Honoka's covered folds continued to rub against him. He could feel her warm fluids leak down her inner thighs, staining his.
Taking initiative, the producer shoved his lips against hers, gaining a surprised moan. At this point, he didn't care anymore. He needed to be inside of her. Just the thought of being sheathed in her tight, idol body made his heart hammer.
He pushed off of the sofa, forcing Honoka to get off his lap. His arms guided with a strong grip, forcing her to lie down on softness of the sofa's cushions. Their kiss separated, and the producer beheld Honoka below him, clad in a matching pair of lacy light blue lingerie with a pair of socks. She looked up at him with a desperate, needy visage, her breasts rising and falling with every heave of her breath.
The producer's gaze turned lecherous as he positioned himself between her legs, taking in Honoka's curves beneath the meeting room's neon light. Even under the neon's exposing glare, her skin was completely flawless, matching the curves that ran throughout her body. Her breasts still retained their size even if she was lying down, and her thighs were shapely, inviting the producer's fingers to take hold.
In seconds flat, he was upon her again, body supported over hers, lips engaged in yet another kiss. Then, he proceeded downward, peppering soft butterfly kisses down her chin before continuing down her neck. Honoka shivered at the hot sensation, hands instantly latching onto his hair. The producer continued downward, opting to use his tongue as he reveled at the smoothness of her skin. Her scent grew stronger the lower he got, her skin's sweetness merely goading him on. He felt his erection pulse with excitement, and he knew he had to make this quick lest he blow his load in his boxers.
His teeth tugged at Honoka's bra. Luckily the clasp was at the front, which he easily undid with a tug. Honoka complied by arcing her back slightly, allowing him to take it off. He whipped his head, discarding the undergarment onto the floor.
The sight that met his eyes triplicated the speed of his pulse. Her breasts were not large, but definitely not small either. Her nipples were a pale pink, their teats erect beneath the producer's breath. He took his hands and grabbed hold, watching the flesh bunch up between his fingers. She heard her sigh, her body undulating beneath him as he continued. He rubbed a thumb over a nipple, toggling it. Honoka's moans grew more desperate, her grip pulling at his hair almost painfully.
Then, giving in to his urges, the producer closed in, enclosing the sensitive nub in his mouth. He separated and went in again, savoring the soft flesh like it was a forbidden fruit. Honoka's grip tightened ever further as he continued, distributing his attention to her other breast as well. His tongue flickered and circled the nipples in his mouth, sending electric shocks of sensation through Honoka's system.
The producer panted above her, his fingers continuing with their squeezing, her flesh peeking between his fingers. He needed to continue.
Reluctantly he relinquished his grip, lips touching upon Honoka's skin again. His hands smoothed along her sides, reveling in the smoothness of her curves. Her waist's hourglass curve deserved a few strokes of his palms, making his partner squirm beneath his touch. He breathed in her scent, inhaling her with deep breaths.
Then, the producer's lips were met with the top hem of Honoka's panties. The scent that swirled above that hot core drove him wild. His hands joined him, taking hold of her thighs. He dove between her legs, kissing the folds through the fabric, sniffing her aroma like a dog. Honoka squealed as his tongue protruded forth. Her moistness grew wetter by the second as the producer continued. Her distinct taste found itself on his tongue, and he found his desire bucking like a wild horse.
Breathing heavily, the producer's hands latched onto Honoka's panties. He looked up at her, and she nodded, her eyes at half-mast. He kneeled as Honoka relinquished her grip on his head. She raised her legs as he pulled off her underwear. Slowly the panties slid across her smooth legs until they finally passed through the threshold of her socked feet. The producer threw the undergarment on the floor, palming her knees to lower her legs.
Honoka complied, but she looked at him with nervous eyes, keeping her legs shut. The producer lowered himself and slowly kissed her knees reassuringly, hands smoothing up her folded legs. Honoka whimpered softly and complied once more, opening up her legs. The producer's lips retained contact, peppering kisses up from her left knee, slowly moving inward. At her thigh, the producer's hands aided him, squeezing the flesh as his tongue slowly drew circles. Honoka's squeals galvanized him, and he gave the irresistible soft spot a bite. He spent a good full minute caressing her inner thighs, leaving small hickeys in the process.
Then, he beheld her exposed folds. They were moist, exuding a pungent scent that only heightened the producer's arousal. His hands moved upwards, grasping her sides. Honoka groaned disapprovingly, but the producer continued. His thumbs moved in, running up and down the length of Honoka's smooth moistness. The sight of her most intimate spot at his mercy turned him like nothing else could. Finally, moved in, and his tongue gave the same treatment.
Honoka squealed breathlessly, her eyes shut as the pleasure began to assail her. The producer's tongue felt like velvet between her thighs. He continued to softly tease before finally easing a finger inside of her. Raspy moans sounded from her throat as he continued, a thumb softly toggling her clit. Her hands grasped his hair like the reigns of a race horse, her loud exclamations uncontrolled.
The producer continued, mind clouded with desire. A thought suddenly struck him. Only a half hour ago, he was cleaning the meeting room, eager to go home to watch some Kamen Rider. Now, here he was, between the legs of Honoka Kosaka, the leader of µ's, one of the biggest up and coming idol group of Japan.
This thought that flashed through his mind merely gained another pulse through his member.
He grunted at the force on his head as Honoka pulled at it. The producer suddenly stopped his ministrations and crawled over the idol, letting her hands guide his head to her lips. She looked at him with a small smile as she panted, sweat on her forehead. A bang of auburn hair had plastered itself messily across her face, which the producer promptly tucked behind her ear. Honoka gave him a smile before she pulled him down, engaging them in yet another liplock.
Their kisses were drawn out and slow, Honoka's tongue tingling with the unknown excitement of tasting her own essence. The producer smoothed his touch over her body before his right hand palmed itself on her abdomen, starting at her navel before it slowly descended into her moistness. Honoka jolted slowly as his fingers found her core again. She moaned into his mouth softly. Then a squeal followed when his left hand found her breast, squeezing and toggling with its erect teat.
The producer inserted this middle and index finger into her folds, feeling her hot essence spill over his hand. He pushed in slowly at first, wriggling inside before he sped up faster, planting his thumb over her clit. Honoka's squeals grew more frequent as his occupied hands served to pleasure her, interrupting the kisses they were sharing. Her hands found themselves clasped around his neck as she squirmed and writhed beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape with loud exclamations of bliss.
The producer beheld her from above, feeling her warmth beneath him in an intimate proximity that drove his heart wild. The way her head whipped back whenever he would push his fingers in deeper, the way she would squeal his name and grab his wrist, the way she just undulated beneath him in soft waves, she was a puppet beneath his touch. And that notion turned him on like no tomorrow.
Suddenly he felt her inner walls begin to contract and the grip on his arms tighten. The producer quickly toggled her clit, pressing and pinching. Suddenly Honoka's entire body arched. She threw her head back, almost dislodging her yellow hairtie. She let out a silent, breathless groan, and all at once she came, her essence spilling from her hot core. The producer continued his ministrations, feeling the heat spill out onto his hand.
Honoka suddenly squealed as the full effects of the orgasm took hold. Her breaths were as loud as her squeals of bliss, her body surging upwards with every wave that rolled through her nervous system. Then, as quickly as it came, the climax receded, leaving Honoka in a wet, sweaty afterglow. She breathed deeply, finally opening her eyes. They kissed again softly, their hands repositioned to clasp with one another.
Honoka stopped her kiss. The producer pulled back, and beheld her inviting grin. She unlocked her hands from his and smoothed it down his back, hooking her fingers on the waistband of his boxers. She bit her lip coyly before letting out a needy groan.
"I need you inside of me, producer," she whispered sultrily, pulling down his undergarment slowly with her fingers.
The producer didn't need to be told twice.
In seconds, the boxers joined the heap of clothes on the floor and Honoka's hands were met with the producer's firm ass. Her heart beat in anticipation as he looked down at her with wanton desire. At this point, all the producer wanted was to sheathe himself inside of her, fucking her until she could no longer scream his name. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he was going to get, and he wanted to give it to her now.
His hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. The producer lowered himself, giving her teasing kisses on her shoulder before planting his lips on hers. He continued until the kisses grew heated, then, his hips lowered.
The head of his erection brushed against Honoka's moistness, gaining a groan from both of them. The producer separated momentarily and looked her in the eyes. She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
Then, he pushed in, feeling his manhood slowly being siphoned inside of Honoka's folds. He grunted at the sheer heat inside of her, growing dizzy from the pleasure. Before he knew it, the producer was fully sheathed. He gave Honoka a surprised look at the lack of her chastity.
She merely responded with a weak wink.
His member exited before entering again, the slowness of the thrust accentuating the friction of their intimate flesh. Both parties shared a loud moan. They deigned to enclose their mouths with each other's as the producer continued, their exclamations of bliss muted by tongues and lips.
The pace of the producer's strokes grew just a little more faster as he familiarized himself with the intricacies between Honoka's thighs. He put all of his weight on her wrists, using the leverage to push himself deep and fast. Every thrust made Honoka shriek in his mouth, but by the way she swelled beneath him, he knew her pleasure was just as great as his.
The producer removed one hand from his tight grasp on her wrists, caressing her neck to bring her face closer to his. She moaned at sentiment, to which the producer replied with his probing tongue. His hand continued downward, palming her breast before it descended even more southward past her navel. Honoka's eyes shot open and she released an elongated yelp when it began to pinch and play with her clit.
Suddenly her pleasure was doubled as the producer thrust and played with her simultaneously. Honoka's free hand immediately latched onto his wrist between them, encouraging him to continue. The producer broke their sloppy kiss, nestling his face against hers as the sex demanded more effort. He breathed in her sweaty scent, softly nibbling on her ear, rocking her body with every push and pull of his hips.
The sound of flesh against flesh resounded through the room, the resonances almost drowned by Honoka's squeals. The producer grunted with effort, trying to keep himself steady. He felt his partner's legs close around his backside, bringing him in deeper.
The producer could barely hold himself back against the sheer pleasure he endured. Honoka's breasts rubbing against his chest, her smooth skin carpeting his, her warmth enveloping his being, thrusting wantonly inside of her moist heat. It was a miracle he lasted this long.
Then, Honoka's loud exclamations caught in her throat. The producer felt her body seize up beneath him, her grip on his wrist vise-like. He slowed his thrusts, preparing for the inevitable. Her folds suddenly clamped tighter, surging around him as Honoka came. He raised his head, looking at her face as the pleasure overcame her entire being. She threw her head back against the sofa, arcing her back against his as her moistness expunged the fire inside of her core. The producer felt the heat splash against his crotch and groaned as the tightness refused to let him go.
Honoka rode out the orgasm for a good minute before she opened her blue eyes again, lips needy for a kiss. The producer was happy to oblige, but she stopped him.
"Producer," she rasped between pants. "I wanna be on top…"
The request was sudden, but the producer obliged. He removed himself from her, hissing softly when his cock exited with a soft squelch and a pop. Then, he sat himself down on the sofa, catching his breath.
The sun was just beginning to set outside of the office building, its golden rays filtering through the blinds behind him. In the meanwhile the neon light fixtures cast enough light to interrupt the golden glow from outside.
Honoka straddled him with her legs on either side, her socked feet almost touching her thighs. Her hands brought his face to hers again, and they shared a long kiss. She suddenly began to slowly gyrate her hips, purposely grinding the producer's wet length against her folds.
The producer groaned into her mouth, his hands finding themselves on her hips. He followed her circular motions, playing along as she teased him, holding on desperately lest he came right then and there.
Honoka slowly pulled out from his lips. The producer beheld her and her smile, and her beautiful eyes full of life, and her the hair that matched her personality, the yellow ribbon still bobbing along with her. God, he was the luckiest man alive right now.
Then, Honoka's hand grasped the base of his length, positioning it as she slowly raised herself above it.
"Now then, Producer-san," she whispered. "let me show you just how grateful I really am."
With that, she slowly lowered her body, groaning with every inch that his cock slipped inside of her. The head of the producer's member throbbed.
Honoka caught her breath, hands clasped around his shoulders. She bit her lip before continuing, the producer giving her a small nod.
Slowly, she bound atop him. With every gyration of her hips, the speed slowly increased. The producer's grip on her hips traveled, reveling again in her flawlessness. Her breasts pillowed between them, their hard teats scraping pleasurably against the producer's chest. The sweat that began to roll off of her skin mingled with his, like the heat that made love between their bodies.
Honoka whimpered and shut her eyes, pushing her forehead against his as the pleasure began to take over. Her hips moved of their own volition, pushing and pulling. The producer's hands wandered, fueled by his desire. In this position, he could touch her anywhere he wanted, not having to worry about supporting his weight.
His hands slowly smoothed themselves up her sides, squeezing her flesh with expressive desire. Up and down Honoka continued, her thighs softly slapping against the producer's lap. Her breasts suddenly were suddenly latched onto by the producer's fingers, their flesh clutched and pinched softly.
The producer suddenly swooped down below her chin, latching his lips onto one of her nipples. Honoka released a loud, elongated groan of bliss. She gyrated her hips in more erratic rhythms, the friction inside of her core sparking more and more pleasure.
The producer lingered at her breasts for a good minute before he separated. He looked at Honoka's face as she moaned with every roll of her hips. He grabbed her head, pulling it in for a kiss. This time it was his turn to push his tongue past her lips, his hands ruffling through her short brunette locks. The kisses exchanged were sloppy and passionate, gagged moans slipping through the tangle of their tongues. Honoka's yellow hair tie popped off as the producer's roaming fingers sifted through.
In the heat of the moment, no words were exchanged. The room resonated with the sound of flesh and the wet echoes of muffled moans. Honoka whimpered beneath the producer's touch as his hands pulled at her from her lower back, pushing her in deeper. He leaned forward just a little to allow her socked feet to interlock behind him, deepening the contact even more.
By now the their bodies are pressed together in a tight, embrace, their mouths interlocked. They would separate momentarily every few moments to share a moan, to catch a breath, then they would smash together again, no matter how careless their kisses may be. They just needed as much contact as possible. The sex continued in a heated frenzy and their tongues almost grew sore as they danced, disregarding the rivulets of saliva dribbling down their necks. The producer breathed in her heady scent, the peach intermingling with the tang of her sweat.
Then, he felt Honoka begin to tense up, her folds once again contracting around him. The inevitable came crashing down within the span of ten seconds. Honoka separated from the producer's lips, letting out a squeal another orgasm rocked her lithe frame.
By this time, the producer couldn't hold it in any longer.
"H-Honoka. I-augh…I'm-"
"Inside me, producer," she moaned. "Please, inside me!"
All at once, the producer's pent-up desire broke free. He clutched Honoka's waist tightly as he felt a heat begin to burst forth from the build-up at the base of his member. He let out a breathless wheeze as he finally came. Torrents of his seed spilled into Honoka's awaiting folds, filling up her moistness with a heat that made Honoka gasp. The stickiness filled her until it spilled back out, spurting out of her in bubbling streams between their conjoined pelvic regions, rivuleting down her thighs to stain the sofa.
The producer felt his breathing return to him as a few more spurts of semen lazily joined the batch. He felt the warmth dribbling down his lap, making a sticky mess around the insides of their legs.
The world around him swirled as the afterglow began its hazy takeover. He heard Honoka's breathing, synching it with his own. The heat shared between them made him sweat, and he wondered how they would clean up after themselves.
He opened his eyes again. He didn't realize that Honoka had dismounted and was sitting at his side, head on his shoulder. She sat back up and smiled at him. She had put her yellow ribbon back on.
"How far is your apartment from here?" she asked coyly, getting up to the table. The producer's eyes glued themselves to her rear, which bounced enticingly with every step she took.
"A-About a fifteen minute walk…"
A zip of a bag later, Honoka turned around again with a mischievous grin. She had a packet of tissues in her hand as she walked back to the couch.
"Hm…well. My family is out for the week to visit my aunt, so my house is a little lonely at the moment…" she said with a pout. She kneeled on the floor, dabbing the mess around the producer's nether regions with the tissue. He gulped nervously, hopelessly trying not to get aroused again as she teased the tissue around his length. Honoka looked up at him with expectant eyes, those blue pupils shimmering.
"So I wondered if we could have…a sleepover?"
The producer gave another gulp and frowned at rigidness already returning to his length. He gave the offer some thought, which only lasted less than a second.
To hell with it all.
He gave her the best grin he could manage.
"Come over and we'll decide over some tea and Kamen Rider."
Honoka's grin curled wider.
The producer gave a loud grunt as he pushed himself as deep as possible inside Honoka's body, hands gripping her ass tightly. He shoved her up against the wall above his bed, shuddering groans spilling from his lips as he came inside of her for the fourth time that night. He thrust slowly inside of her as she pulled him in for a kiss, her hair a mess of rusty auburn. His products slowly dripped from their conjoined pelvises, the producer's legs.
A few minutes and several tissues later, the pair settled into the bed, sharing soft kisses beneath his bedroom's light. Their clothes were strewn in various corners of the bedroom, Honoka's skirt in particular covering half of the lampshade. She lay at his side with a sigh of contentment, her hand drawing circles absentmindedly on his chest.
"Thank you, producer. You don't know how much this means to me," she whispered.
He chuckled, his hand ruffling through her messy locks.
"I don't know if you should thank me. I'm worried about the amount of guilt that's going to hit me in the morning."
Honoka looked up at him with an offended glare.
"I gave you permission to do whatever you wanted to me, and you still feel guilty? I'm not a mindless child you know."
"Alright, alright," the producer said, petting her head. "I guess I'll accept your…gratitude."
Honoka giggled.
"There we go, that's a good Producer-san. Now it's going to be interesting to see how the other eight of us are going to thank you."
The producer's eyes widened. He gulped at the thought of this night repeating itself eight times over with eight other idols. The thought almost made him hard again.
"Now then," Honoka said with a yawn. "Let's get some shuteye. You're gonna want some energy for what I have in store for you and your little friend tomorrow morning," she said sultrily before kissing him on the cheek.
The producer sighed, forgetting all of his worries and embracing the naked beauty beside him, sharing his warmth. He pulled the blanket over them as sleep began to creep in.
"Not that I'm complaining, but why do you teenagers have to be so hormonal?"