We'll be back later tonight. I'll expect to find the place gleaming, okay?
You'll be impressed, I promise. So what are you two going to be doing, exactly?
That doesn't sound like the kind of information a maid needs to know, does it?
I suppose not. Have fun, Ojou-sama.
Ooo, I like that. Call me that from now on! While we're playing, at least.
Yes, Ojou-sama.
Akira waited for a possible reply from Sadayo, but apparently, his girlfriend considered the conversation to be finished. He put his cellphone in the pocket in the front of his apron and got down on his knees. While his girlfriend, Sadayo Kawakami, and his boss, Hideji Takeda, were out on a date together, Akira had been tasked with polishing every inch of hardwood flooring in the man's house. And there was quite a lot of floor to polish.
It had been almost a month since Akira had started his unusual part-time job. For several nights a week during the past three weeks, Sadayo had dropped him off at Takeda-san’s house in his maid outfit. Akira had thought that his girlfriend would want to come in with him, but Sadayo had demurred. She had said that she wanted Akira to focus on learning to be an actual maid and that her presence would only distract him.
It certainly would have. His girlfriend had always been sexy, but it seemed as though Sadayo had been pulling out all the stops lately. But never in a proactive way. Instead, Sadayo had started walking around her apartment in a t-shirt and panties while Akira was there. The sight of his older girlfriend lounging around in her panties never failed to get Akira in the mood. But Sadayo simply wouldn't put out for him lately. The only activities on the menu, it seemed, were oral sex for her and handjobs for Akira.
Sadayo had offered Akira a chance to play a game, however. She would allow Takeda to take her out on a date while Akira was busy cleaning the man's house from top to bottom. Once they returned, Sadayo would inspect Akira's work. If she was satisfied, Sadayo would allow him to fuck her, supposedly. Akira, who's cock hadn't been touched by anything other than her hand (and his own, naturally) for a couple of weeks now, had quickly agreed.
Akira hadn't taken any chances. He had shown up hours earlier than his usual shift with his maid outfit, a pair of black stilettos, and makeup in his bag. Akira had used the spare key Takeda-san had given him and entered the man's miniature mansion earlier this afternoon.
It had taken some time to get changed in the bathroom. Neither the maid outfit nor the heels were difficult to put on, but the makeup was a different story. That had been one of Takeda-san's stipulations. He had demanded Akira wear full makeup while on the clock as his maid. Akira knew Sadayo would be disappointed if his employment was terminated, so for the sake of his girlfriend's happiness, he had agreed.
It wasn't all bad, though. Sadayo liked seeing her boyfriend in drag and derived quite a bit of enjoyment out of applying Akira's makeup. The time they spent together like that (with Sadayo patiently explaining everything she was doing) was a great chance for them to bond. Akira rarely felt closer to his girlfriend than when she was carefully applying his lipstick with an excited gleam in her eye.
This was the first time Akira had to do it himself, however. It had taken him nearly an hour to get his lipstick, blush, mascara and eyeliner right. But eventually, Akira looked decently passable as a woman. A rather tall woman (as Akira was in heels), but a woman no one would think twice about if they passed "her" on the street. Hopefully, Sadayo would be impressed that he had managed to do it all himself.
Of course, all of that would be for nothing if he didn't accomplish the task Sadayo had given him. His girlfriend had (rather sadistically) told him to get busy polishing the floors of Takeda's house while she was out on a date with the man. It was a task that left Akira with no time to masturbate, and he doubted that was a coincidence.
Sadayo had also chosen not to tell Akira any details about her date. What she was wearing, where they were going, what time they would likely be back? All of that had been kept from him, forcing Akira's imagination to work just as hard as he was at polishing the floor. As Akira moved from room to room on his hands and knees, applying and reapplying wood polish to the rag in his hand, his mind whirled while his cock stayed stubbornly hard in his lace panties, unwilling to go down.
The pair of silver-colored lace panties Akira was wearing, by the way, didn’t really belong to him. They were Sadayo’s. His girlfriend didn’t mind lending a few pairs of her panties to Akira so that he was wearing them underneath his maid outfit. Akira might have hoped that she would mind, but Sadayo had (rather sadistically) said that since he wasn’t stretching them out at all, why should she care? Even now, the memory of that teasing blow to Akira’s manhood was enough to ensure that his cock wouldn’t be going soft any time soon. Not that the panties he had on couldn’t accommodate his modest erection, as Akira had found out.
They could be doing anything together. Tokyo nightlife was varied and exciting, especially for a man like Takeda-san who had money to burn. He would likely want to seriously impress Sadayo as well. Akira imagined the two of them dining together in one of the fancy restaurants located in a high-rise building in the city center.
Then maybe they would go to a show. The Tokyo Ballet was performing at the Bunka Kaiken Concert Hall in Ueno. Or else they'd head to a nightclub, the kind that people couldn't get into without being on the list, or else slipping the doorman 10000 yen. After listening to the band play for a while, Takeda-san would invite Sadayo onto the dance floor...
The distinct sound of a text brought Akira abruptly out of his daydream. He glanced up at the clock in the dining room and saw (to his considerable surprise) that more than three hours had passed since he had last checked the time. Akira was very nearly done with his lengthy task, so the timing worked well for him.
Didn't text me at all, huh? And there I was, ready to chastise you if you did.
I didn't even consider it, honestly.
Good, though it would have been fun to remind you of your place. Did you get all your work done?
Almost, Ojou-sama.
Hurry up then. Hideji and I will be back in half an hour. Have a bottle of champagne ready for us.
Yes, Ojou-sama.
Akira didn't waste time waiting for a reply. He set his phone down on the table and went back to polishing, moving a lot faster this time. Sadayo had said she expected every inch of the floor to be polished, and from the tone of her texts, she hadn't been kidding. As seemingly sadistic as Sadayo was acting, Akira knew his girlfriend was only doing her best to fulfill his fantasy. The possibility that Sadayo was starting to enjoy their dynamic in her own right was exciting to consider.
Akira hurried from room to room, dusting every surface he could see. Sadayo and Takeda would be here in a few minutes' time. He had already prepared the bottle of champagne; it was sitting in an ice bucket on the bar attached to the kitchen, ready to be opened. All that remained was for the two of them to return from their date.
Just as he was thinking that, Akira heard the front door open. Akira dropped the feather duster on the table and hurried to the entryway, his heels clacking on the hardwood floor the whole way. Although it had taken hours, he had managed to get the place spotless...or so he hoped.
There in the entryway stood his girlfriend, Sadayo Kawakami, wearing a very attractive midnight blue dress that Akira had seen hanging up in the back of his girlfriend's closet. Sadayo's dress had a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage nicely. The way the dark blue fabric was cinched at the waist while flaring out over her hips gave Sadayo a sexy hourglass figure.
The dress Sadayo had chosen for tonight went down nearly to her knees, but it had long slits on the side that ******* Sadayo's thighs nearly to her panties. Underneath the skirt, his girlfriend was wearing black stockings and a pair of black stilettos that were an inch higher than Akira's own. All in all, it was an outfit guaranteed to turn on any man that saw her in it.
Sadayo's dark, slightly messy hair went with the blue fabric of the dress surprisingly well. Combined with the faux diamond earrings she had on (which looked quite real, but Akira knew they were not), silver necklace, and knock-off Gucci handbag she had over her shoulder, Sadayo looked rather rich and sophisticated. It was a look Akira had never seen on his girlfriend before, and he was instantly enamored with her.
Sadayo's lipstick was a tad smudged, however. Akira couldn't help but wonder just what she had been up to. But as Sadayo had made clear, it wasn't the place of a maid to ask questions like that. His girlfriend would tell him if she wished.
Beside Sadayo was Hideji Takeda, Akira’s new employer, who had put on an expensive gray suit. Having dressed up, they looked like a rather nice couple. An image made more clear by the way they were holding hands. The sight was surprisingly exciting to Akira, who had realized that some of his prior daydreams had to have been on the mark.
However, Akira wasn't so preoccupied that he forgot himself. He stepped forward and greeted them with a perfect curtsy, bending his knees and raising the edge of his skirt at the proper height. Takeda chuckled while Sadayo's eyebrows rose appreciatively, and Akira knew he had nailed it. His girlfriend couldn't have done a better curtsy herself.
"Well, someone's been practicing. Nice job." Sadayo said with a smile, looking Akira over.
Sadayo nodded approvingly at Akira's makeup, then moved her gaze downward. His girlfriend already knew his maid outfit fit him well and wasn't surprised at that, but as soon as her eyes locked onto Akira's high heels, a grin appeared on her face.
Seeing Akira in drag never failed to put Sadayo in a good mood. It was a kink that Sadayo most definitely possessed, which had to be why she was so keen on Akira becoming Takeda-san’s maid. Such a situation promised to fulfill both of their fantasies, and so far, it was working like a charm.
"I must say, I'm pretty impressed. It's a shame you didn't try to model this for me earlier. I probably would have let you fuck me then and there." Sadayo said frankly, a teasing note entering her voice.
Akira gulped at his girlfriend's words. The contrast between her sophisticated look and usual down-to-earth attitude was quite fetching. His cock had hardened, but the confines of his girlfriend’s tight lace panties kept his erection from being too noticeable. Sadayo knew just what to say to get him hard, as ever. Of course, his girlfriend might have said that only because it was clear that he was in no position to fuck her right now.
"You probably should have done that, Akira-chan. Because I think Sadayo here will be a little too worn out by the time we're through. That's not a problem, is it?" Takeda asked with a laugh, looking Akira directly in the eye.
Akira froze for a moment. Unless he was mistaken, Takeda was telling him that he wouldn't get a chance to fuck his girlfriend tonight, even after all the work he had done. Sadayo, for her part, was gazing wordlessly at Akira with an apologetic expression on her face. She was still holding Takeda's hand, however.
What was he to do? Refuse and make things awkward for everyone? Akira certainly could do that, but he didn't want to spoil Sadayo's fun. He wanted his girlfriend to be happy, and that feeling was far more important than any fleeting desire to have sex.
"Not at all, Master. Please enjoy yourselves tonight." Akira said respectfully, curtsying once more.
Takeda nodded and headed to the kitchen. Sadayo went with him, but not before favoring Akira with a look of gratitude on her face. Akira smiled back at his girlfriend and waited for a beat or two for them to get ahead of him. Sadayo and he might be girlfriend and boyfriend, but while the night lasted, he was the maid first and foremost.
Akira stood silently off to the side and maintained the pose of a dutiful maid: standing with his legs tightly together and his hands clasped over the front of his skirt. From time to time, either Sadayo or Hideji would raise their glass and shake it slightly. Akira would walk over to the bar, refill their glass with sparkling champagne, and then return to his spot and expected pose a shortl distance away from the pair.
The whole situation was slightly awkward for Akira (standing so long while wearing high heels was tough, as he was finding out), but he was alone in that regard. Both Sadayo and Takeda seemed quite comfortable with each other's company. Neither glanced at him as they conversed at the bar, not even when they needed their glasses refilled.
Although Akira was intensely curious about what his girlfriend and his boss had gotten up to together while he had been polishing the floors, he didn't listen to their conversation too closely. Partly because Akira knew that it was unbecoming of a maid to eavesdrop, and partly because he was too distracted by the way Takeda had his hand on Sadayo's leg. Akira watched, spellbound, as the man slowly traced his fingers up the slit in Sadayo's dress. His girlfriend, for her part, did nothing to dissuade Takeda from going further and further. Akira's breath caught when he saw Takeda slipping his hand underneath Sadayo's skirt.
Whatever the two had been talking about (Akira couldn't have said) was abruptly cut short by the sweet gasp Sadayo let out as soon as Takeda's hand came to rest over her pussy. From the angle he was standing at, Akira couldn't quite tell whether the man's hand was inside Sadayo's panties or outside of them. A brief desire to get a better angle on the action was quickly quelled inside of him. He was the maid, first and foremost, even if the pair in front of him seemed to have temporarily forgotten Akira's existence.
Takeda reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of Sadayo's back. He pulled Sadayo close to him at the bar until their lips were mere inches apart. Then he began rubbing Sadayo's pussy gently, causing her to let out a series of quiet, blissful sighs. His girlfriend's cheeks were flushed, both from the champagne and the desire she clearly had for the man holding her.
Sadayo, in her expensive midnight blue dress and in the arms of another man, was sexier right now than Akira could ever remember seeing. The weeks that had gone by without Akira ever getting the chance to fuck his girlfriend made him want to do just that, but that feeling inside Akira was overpowered by a different realization: Such a gorgeous, unbelievably sexy woman deserved to get fucked by a man who could give her the satisfaction she deserved.
Akira couldn't deny the simple fact of the matter: that man wasn't him. That was why, even though his cock was straining mightily against the fabric of his panties, Akira couldn't help but silently maintain the submissive, feminine pose of a dutiful maid. Akira wouldn't dream of interrupting the pair in front of him, not when everyone involved seemed to be in their proper place.
There was only so long Sadayo and Takeda could go with their lips inches apart before they kissed. Surprisingly, it was Akira's girlfriend who ultimately initiated it, raising herself up ever so slightly from her seated position to kiss Takeda. Sadayo brought her hands up to gently cup both sides of the man's face as they kissed. His girlfriend turned her head slightly to the side then, indicating that one or both of them were now using their tongues.
Akira couldn't help but gulp at the passion conveyed by his girlfriend's actions. Sadayo may have begun this in order to fulfill Akira's fantasy, but she clearly felt a certain fondness for the man. Their physical compatibility was something to behold. In particular, the way Sadayo had closed her thighs around the man's hand, her hips bucking ever so slightly, illustrated that clearly. Akira, his breath coming quickly, was left to wonder whether his girlfriend was going to orgasm right in front of him.
The answer, as it turned out, was no. Rather abruptly, Sadayo broke off their kiss, took a moment to catch her breath, and turned her head to address Akira.
"Go get the bedroom ready for us." Sadayo instructed Akira firmly, glancing over at her boyfriend for only a moment before returning her attention to the man in front of her.
Sadayo's tone had left no doubt in Akira's mind: she wasn't making a request, or a suggestion. It was an order, one that Sadayo expected would be followed without question. And she was quite right. Akira paused only to give his girlfriend a perfect curtsy (not that either of them were looking at him) before turning to obey. The two of them had gone back to kissing, and even more passionately than before.
As Akira exited the kitchen, his high heels clacking on the hardwood floor, all he could think of was that the "us" his girlfriend had used was almost certainly referring to her and Takeda. Not to Akira. But that made sense, didn't it?
So long as he was in this outfit, Akira was only the maid, after all.
Akira laid out fresh sheets on Takeda's large, king-sized bed. He then lit several candles and placed them on various surfaces around the room. Takeda's bedroom was equipped with mood lighting (as befitted a bull's bedroom, Akira reflected), so Akira set the lights to a low setting. Combined with the candlelight, the room was bathed in a very atmospheric glow.
It had taken him a little longer than usual, owing to the extra degree of difficulty high heels seemed to add on to everything. But Akira nevertheless accomplished his task as quickly as he could have. Not a moment too soon, as Akira soon heard the sound of two people approaching down the hall.
A quick glance at the room reminded Akira that he had done all he could to ensure the stage was set for some passionate lovemaking. Lovemaking that he would not be participating in, and might not even get to watch. Akira had been promised a reward for polishing the floors, certainly. But the night had taken a rather different turn. All three of them had gotten very much into the idea of Akira's overt subservience, and he would not have been surprised (though he would be disappointed) if either Sadayo or Takeda simply ordered him out of the bedroom, leaving Akira to listen at the door.
The Japanese-style sliding door opened. Sadayo and Takeda entered together, once more holding hands. Sadayo's slightly curly dark hair had frizzed out a touch and there was a decidedly contented smile on her face. Akira wondered whether his girlfriend had indeed been brought to orgasm a few minutes earlier, but knew that if he ever found out the answer to that question, it would not be tonight.
Akira gave an automatic curtsy to the two of them, looking to his girlfriend for some instructions. After nodding in a pleased fashion at the sensual air of Takeda's bedroom, Sadayo glanced over at Akira and smiled.
"Stay in the corner and don't make a peep." Sadayo said to him, winking slightly.
Akira smiled back, feeling absurdly grateful that he would be allowed to watch. Akira wasn't usually quite like this, but the maid outfit he was wearing ensured that Akira was at his most submissive state. Akira drew back into a shadowy corner, leaving his girlfriend and his boss to feel more like they were alone together.
Takeda unbuttoned his jacket, undid his tie, and took off his dress shirt. All of which was left in a pile on the floor. Akira took mental note of that, knowing that he would be expected to wash, dry, and iron his boss's clothing afterward. Something he had gotten quite practiced at in the last week.
Takeda then made to unzip his pants, but Sadayo beat him to it. Akira watched as his girlfriend sank to her knees in front of the man. With her delicate, manicured hands, Sadayo unzipped Takeda's pants, pulling them down along with the man's boxers. Takeda's thick, impressive cock bounced up as soon as she did. The man's cock was hard as a rock. And why shouldn't it be? He was about to enjoy Sadayo Kawakami's charms, and the thought alone was enough to get any man hard.
Including Akira. His own cock strained at his panties, but he made no move to free it from its lace confines. His girlfriend hadn't said he could masturbate, and tonight, Akira wasn't going to do anything without her permission. Akira wanted to masturbate, very much so. Especially when he saw how visibly impressed Sadayo was at the size of the man's cock. There was no way Takeda's cock would ever fit into a pair of panties such as the kind Akira was currently wearing. The thought that maybe Sadayo was thinking just that made Akira squirm in place.
Having taken the time to admire it for a few seconds, Sadayo soon took the man's cock in her mouth. Takeda gave an appreciative grunt, his cock no doubt growing to its full hardness as Sadayo went deeper on it. Akira squirmed once again, knowing that Sadayo had fantastic oral skills, and knowing also that he was probably not going to experience it again for the foreseeable future.
The portrait Sadayo was painting of herself at the moment was fantastically intriguing to Akira. The contrast between the rich, sophisticated look Sadayo had cultivated for tonight and the way she was brazenly sucking Takeda off right in front of Akira was wild. It was almost like she was sending a message to her boyfriend, one that he was too turned on to fully grasp. Of course, that might not have been the case at all. Perhaps her boyfriend-turned-maid was the furthest thing from Sadayo's mind at the moment. Akira's cock throbbed as he concluded that the second possibility was a lot more likely.
Sadayo knew how to deepthroat, but even so, getting all the way down on Takeda's cock was a difficult proposition. A marked contrast to the ease with which she had done just that for Akira in the past. The last time this happened, Sadayo had glanced over teasingly at her boyfriend. This time, however, Sadayo appeared to be giving her full attention to the man she was currently sucking off. Sadayo was looking upward at Takeda, an almost worshipful expression on her face.
"Take it all the way. I know you can do it." Takeda said in a firm, confident tone.
Sadayo obeyed immediately, trying to deepthroat the last few inches. It was amazing to Akira, who was a submissive through and through, how Sadayo could turn on a dime like that, going from dominating her boyfriend to submitting to her bull so rapidly. Akira simply couldn't relate. Neither could Takeda, it seemed, though from entirely different sides of the spectrum.
Finally, after more than a minute of trying, Sadayo's lips went all the way down on Takeda's impressive cock. Letting out a triumphant sounding noise with her throat, Sadayo began giving Takeda a blowjob in earnest, going all the way down on his cock each time. Akira was left to marvel at how many inches of rather thick cock his girlfriend was capable of taking in her mouth. It was a capability that would have been wasted on Akira's own cock, and he was suddenly struck again by the realization of how physically compatible his boss and girlfriend were.
From the eagerness with which she was sucking off Takeda, Sadayo appeared to want the man to cum in her mouth. But it was Takeda's opinion that mattered. The man soon took a firm hold of Sadayo's head, not coincidentally freezing her in place with his cock all the way down her throat. Sadayo squirmed in place after a moment but made no serious attempt to extricate herself. Only when Sadayo stopped moving completely, implicitly submitting to Takeda's will, did the man allow her to take his cock out of her mouth.
"Take your clothes off. I want you on the bed with your cute ass in the air." Takeda ordered gruffly as he took his pants and boxers off, his erection glistening with Sadayo's saliva.
Sadayo rose to her feet and hastened to obey. Akira watched as his girlfriend unzipped the back of her dress. She appeared to have some slight difficulty shimmying out of it, which made Akira want to go help. But Sadayo had told him to stay in the corner, and so Akira did not move. Sadayo turned out not to need much help after all, as her expensive, midnight blue dress fell from her shoulders soon after.
His girlfriend had taken just as much care with her lingerie as the rest of her outfit. A black lace bra with matching panties that Akira had never seen before came into view. Had Sadayo bought lingerie specifically for tonight? And if so, had she bought them more for Takeda's benefit than her boyfriend's? Akira, who found Sadayo tremendously sexy in whatever she wore (and frequently told her so), thought that it was most likely for the sake of her bull.
Sadayo reached behind her back to unhook her bra, leaving Akira captivated by the sight of her bare breasts. Sadayo would often find reasons to deny Akira the chance to see them lately, as that was just one more way to play on his fantasies. The result was that Akira felt like every chance he got to see his girlfriend's fantastic tits was a reward on its own. Even if she was posing in such a way as to give Takeda a perfect view of them, with Akira needing to crane his neck to the side to see even a partial view.
That left only Sadayo's black lace panties. His girlfriend hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly drew them down her thighs. The black color of the panties hid just how aroused Sadayo was, a fact that became completely obvious as soon as her bare pussy came into view. Sadayo's hairless pussy was dripping, either from the fingering Takeda had given her earlier, or the worshipful blowjob she had just given him. Probably both.
Akira's cock throbbed at the sight. Instead of getting to fuck his girlfriend, as she had promised he would get to earlier, he had to content himself with merely being able to see her get fucked. Since Sadayo had recently ensured that Akira never got the pleasure of seeing her pussy unless he was giving her oral sex, the sight he was being treated to managed to feel like a reward all on its own.
Now completely naked, Sadayo wasted no time in obeying her bull's orders. She crawled onto Takeda's bed and balanced herself on her elbows, keeping her ass in the air and her legs very well spread. Perhaps earlier, Sadayo might have taken the time to throw Akira a saucy look. But her attention was solely focused on the man about to fuck her, and Akira, hidden in a shadowy corner as he was, might as well not have existed at the moment to his girlfriend.
Takeda grinned and crawled onto the bed after her. Akira watched as the man grabbed Sadayo's wide hips and pulled her closer so that Takeda's erect cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy.
Takeda traced Sadayo's pussy lips with his cock for a few seconds, seemingly wanting to build up anticipation in the woman in front of him. If that was his intention, it was working. Sadayo let out a clear noise of impatience, one that would have gotten Akira moving immediately. But Takeda wasn't going to let himself be rushed. He waited until Sadayo quieted down and watched as Sadayo instead began moving her hips back and forth, as if to simulate the fucking she wanted to receive.
With a chuckle, Takeda gave Sadayo what she so clearly wanted. He penetrated her in one quick, smooth motion, not stopping until every inch of his thick cock was nestled in her pussy. Sadayo arched her back and gasped, her eyes wide. Even though her pussy was very well lubricated by now, it just wasn't used to his size. It took several moments before it looked like Sadayo was able to adjust to simply having such a large cock in her pussy, but by then, Takeda was fucking her in earnest.
Akira was only able to call it "fucking" because of their chosen doggy-style position. If Sadayo and Takeda were in the missionary position or even cowgirl, Akira might have seen it as more along the lines of lovemaking. The passion between the two was clearly there, from the way Sadayo was letting out sweet sighs of pleasure after every thrust, to the possessive but tender way Takeda was gripping her waist. Their picture-perfect physical compatibility, which Akira had only seen hints of earlier, was absolutely undeniable.
Every thrust with Takeda's cock was met with a matching motion from Sadayo's hips. Takeda wanted to experience every inch of her tight pussy, and Sadayo wanted every inch of his thick cock inside her. United at different sides of the same desire, their bodies were in sync in a way Akira's had never been with Sadayo and (he couldn't deny this even if he wanted to) would never be.
Akira's cock, while still quite hard, seemed to have finally gotten the memo about the uselessness of trying to expand too much in its lace confines. Instead, he was aware that he was so stimulated by the sight in front of him that he was dripping voluminous amounts of precum instead. Amusingly enough, the pair of his girlfriend's panties that Akira was wearing now had a wet spot on it. Not nearly as large as the one Akira could see even now in the discarded pair Sadayo had tossed to the floor, but a wet spot nevertheless.
As the fantastically enthralling display went on in front of him, Akira wondered what he should do. Despite the fact that he was resolutely not touching himself, the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend being fucked so very well was threatening to make Akira cum regardless. Sadayo hadn't said that he could, so it was Akira's natural inclination to avoid doing so. But surely his girlfriend couldn't blame him if he spurted without even touching himself. Sadayo would likely find the situation cause for amusement more than anything.
Especially if Akira ended up cumming before either of them. Which was seeming more and more likely. Takeda's endurance was something Akira couldn't come close to matching, even when the man was enjoying every inch of Sadayo's pussy to the fullest right now. No, Akira only wanted to try to hold off before his girlfriend orgasmed.
But like so many other things tonight, it wouldn't go as Akira planned. He watched, spellbound and on the edge, as Sadayo began to let out the rather huskier cries that he knew preceded a powerful climax on Sadayo's part. Akira tried to hold off, but he was simply too excited to do so. Without ever touching himself, Akira ended up spurting into his panties. Deprived of any physical stimulation, his orgasm was rather quick and short, and Akira was able to recover rapidly.
Neither of the two people fucking on the bed gave any sign that they noticed or cared. Sadayo was too lost in her own oncoming wave of pleasure, her elbows buckling as the strength ebbed in them. Takeda got a firmer grip on her hips, not pausing his powerful thrusts in the slightest as he worked to deliver Sadayo an explosive climax.
Akira realized that holding back had always been a lost cause. If he hadn't cum already, he would surely have done so now from the sheer sexual energy of the cries Sadayo was letting out. His girlfriend had given into instinct now, and together with her bull's efforts, Sadayo's body was making her experience every iota of pleasure she could handle and more.
Sadayo arched her back sensually, providing further proof to Akira that she was climaxing, and climaxing hard. Akira finally got a clear view of her nipples and saw that they were diamond-hard. Every sexual thing Sadayo had done tonight, from teasing and dominating Akira, to being caressed and fucked by Takeda, was culminating in this moment of overwhelming, unstoppable pleasure.
Akira could only watch breathlessly, oddly content that by submitting to her whims tonight, he had contributed in some small way to his girlfriend's supreme satisfaction. There was no other way for him to have done so. The proof was right in front of him: Akira was incapable of providing his girlfriend with the totality of what she craved. Either physically, with comparatively diminutive cock, or mentally, with his purely submissive attitude.
Sadayo needed a bull to bring her to this point. It was the simple truth. And that bull, for now, and likely for the foreseeable future, was Hideji Takeda. All through Sadayo's climax, he hadn't stopped fucking her forcefully. Akira marveled at the man's endurance and was thankful for it. Without Takeda's efforts, Sadayo might never experience the level of satisfaction Akira wanted for her.
Of course, the man was being very well compensated for his work. What did Sadayo's pussy feel like now, spasming around Takeda's cock as he pumped in and out as deeply as he could? There were several inches of Sadayo's pussy that would forever remain beyond Akira's reach, even if he was able to fuck his girlfriend again at some point.
That wasn't all. With every thrust of Takeda's cock, he was acclimating Sadayo's pussy to suit his size and not Akira's. He was ensuring that Sadayo would never again regard Akira's cock as being adequate to her needs. Those thoughts made Akira weak in the knees, and suddenly he was on the edge of cumming again. How many thrusts had it been? Was it already too late for Sadayo to ever go back to the way things were, even if Akira wanted her to?
Takeda pulled Sadayo's still shaking body closer until he had buried every inch of his thick cock inside her silky pussy. He grunted then, and even though Akira couldn't see any proof, he knew the man was cumming inside his girlfriend. The knowledge made Akira spurt into his panties once more, even though still hadn't made any move to touch himself.
This time, his orgasm was strong enough to make Akira sink to his knees. He gasped in satisfaction, aware that this orgasm was fuller and more satisfying than before, but it didn't last half as long as Takeda's. Long after Akira had stopped cumming, the man was still spurting into Sadayo's tight pussy. Only the fact that Sadayo was on birth control kept her from being impregnated right then and there.
Eventually, though, Takeda managed to ensure that every drop of cum that had been in his heavy balls was now inside Akira's girlfriend. It made for an amusing comparison, as Akira's own far smaller load was trapped in the lace panties Sadayo had given him to wear.
Sadayo and Takeda collapsed onto the bed, their energy temporarily spent. Although Akira was tired as well, he got to his feet (his high heels making this surprisingly difficult) and gathered up the discarded clothing in front of him. Any thoughts about talking to his girlfriend were discouraged by the way Sadayo had her eyes closed and had snuggled up to Takeda, looking to be in need of some rest.
For the first time, Akira wondered if Sadayo wanted to spend the night here. It was entirely possible. Akira had been rather hoping to get out of his maid outfit and high heels sooner rather than later, but knew that whatever Sadayo wanted, she would get.
Regardless, Akira rapidly exited the bedroom, intent as he was on starting the laundry. That wasn't the only reason for his quick exit, however. Akira wanted to give the two of them some privacy. Sadayo deserved a chance to luxuriate in her post-coital bliss with Takeda, and he didn't want to intrude on that. Besides, Akira was quite curious to see how his girlfriend would choose to go about things now.
Sadayo might fuck Takeda again tonight or she might not. She might summon Akira to watch, or she might not. She might decide they were spending the night, thus ensuring Akira's servile role would continue into the next day. Or she might not. The power was pretty much entirely in Sadayo's hands, which was just how Akira liked it.
An hour later, Akira heard the sound of someone coming down the hall. He was in the laundry room ironing Takeda's shirt. The footsteps sounded rather light, and he was unsurprised to see Sadayo appear at the doorway.
His girlfriend was wearing one of Takeda's buttoned-up shirts. As her dress was currently being air-dried, that made sense. Of course, Sadayo appeared to have found another excuse to deny Akira the pleasure of seeing her naked. From the slight smirk on Sadayo's lips, Akira thought he was right on the mark.
The large, buttoned-up shirt Sadayo was wearing came to a stop right at her upper thighs, leaving her pussy barely covered. Akira didn't mind, though. Seeing his girlfriend's bare legs was nothing to complain about.
"I should have known you'd be here." Sadayo said lightly as she leaned against the open doorway, glancing around the laundry room.
"Where else would I be?" Akira asked with a smile of his own, continuing to iron his boss's shirt.
Sadayo seemed to take a moment to analyze Akira's statement for sarcasm, then nodded, none being there in the first place.
"Listening at the bedroom door, for one. I crept silently up to it a few minutes ago and pushed it open, thinking I'd see you on your knees, listening at the keyhole. Maybe even masturbating." Sadayo said wickedly, her usual frankness on display.
"W-Would I have any reason to?" Akira asked quietly, pausing his ironing.
"Are you asking whether we were fucking? That doesn't sound like a question a maid should ask. Keep the iron moving, by the way. You'll burn Hideji's shirt if you keep it still." Sadayo reminded him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Akira hastened to get the iron moving again. There it was again. Sadayo had a penchant for reminding him of his current servile status. Perhaps she did it solely to give her boyfriend a thrill (which it did, very much so), but Akira thought Sadayo likely did it because she found it exciting to humiliate him in this kind of light and teasing way.
"We weren't, actually. Hideji was rubbing my shoulders and trying to get me in the mood again. I might have been playing up my enjoyment for the benefit of a certain someone who wasn't even there, but that's all." Sadayo explained with a touch of a pout on her face at the end.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Ojou-sama." Akira replied with a small smile, folding his boss's ironed shirt.
"I'm not disappointed at all. It's the opposite, actually. I kind of assumed you'd only go through the motions when it came to this maid stuff. But it looks like you've really taken to it." Sadayo said slowly, cocking her head as she spoke.
"I suppose I have. But only because you wanted me to learn." Akira replied honestly, smoothing out his skirt.
"I do want you to learn. You're pretty detail-oriented and you take direction well. Much better than I did, anyway. Plus, you're open to crossdressing. All important pre-conditions to being a good maid." Sadayo said jokingly, raising her eyebrows.
Akira laughed and went over to where Sadayo's lingerie was air drying. One of the first lessons that his girlfriend had taught him was that lingerie needed to be hand washed and air dried. Lace could be damaged by either the machine wash or the heat of the dryer. Akira had listened attentively, and as a result, Sadayo's lingerie was always freshly cleaned and in pristine condition.
"I wanted to make sure you're still enjoying yourself. I ignored you a little bit back there. Was that a problem?" Sadayo asked delicately, watching Akira as he took down her lingerie from where it was hanging.
"Not at all. I loved every bit of it. In fact..." Akira trailed off, a little too embarrassed to continue.
"Yes?" Sadayo prompted coolly, her gaze on him.
"I...I came twice, actually. Even though I didn't even touch myself." Akira confessed, still embarrassed but aware that his girlfriend expected him to tell her.
Sadayo blinked a couple of times, then laughed. Not giggled, not chortled, but full-on laughed. Loudly, with distinct amusement, and for quite a while. Akira's cheeks blazed red from sheer embarrassment, knowing that having heard this, Sadayo was not likely to let him live it down any time soon.
"I did notice a second pair of my panties drying up there. So you're not wearing any now?" Sadayo inquired after a minute or so, catching her breath at the end.
"I actually brought an extra pair." Akira replied shortly, the blush in his cheeks not lessening.
"Smart. See, this is what I mean. You'd be perfect as a maid full time. What other guy is going to remember to bring an extra pair of panties to work?" Sadayo asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"I'm glad you're so amused." Akira returned, trying to sound cross but failing rather clearly.
"Yeah, I know you are. You like it when I'm a little mean." Sadayo pointed out, grinning at Akira.
There was nothing Akira could say to this, as it was quite true. He could feel his cock hardening again. But his "bulge" was so small as to be mostly unnoticeable under his skirt. Certainly, Sadayo hadn't noticed it. She was too busy smiling at her boyfriend's scarlet cheeks.
"That being the case, how about we play a little game? I'm going back to Hideji's bedroom. I'll wait a short while, then I'll let him fuck me as he undoubtedly wants to do." Sadayo announced quietly, walking up to Akira.
"The thing is, on my trip through the house looking for you, I noticed no less than five spots you missed on the floor. I expect those to be gone before you come to Hideji's room." Sadayo instructed firmly, putting her hands on her bare hips.
"Alright. Where are they?" Akira asked after swallowing heavily, his girlfriend's dominant energy a sight to behold.
"Telling you wouldn't be very fun, would it? You'll have to find them yourself. And you can bet I'll check whether you found them or not." Sadayo said gleefully, reaching down to slip a hand beneath Akira's skirt.
Akira's knees trembled at the feather-light feel of his girlfriend's hand over his panty-covered cock. If she didn't know he was as hard as a rock before, she knew it now. Akira's mouth worked soundlessly as he tried to think clearly. Sadayo wasn't really, in essence, telling him to go over the floor of the entire house with a fine-tooth comb, was she? There was no trace to be found in her dark brown eyes that Sadayo was joking, however.
"If you don't hurry, Hideji will finish fucking me before you get a chance to watch. But if you get lazy and miss any of those spots, I'll find out afterward. You know what I'll do then?" Sadayo asked intently, continuing to rub the front of Akira's panties with the lightest of touches.
"W-What will you do?" Akira whispered in a query, immensely turned on.
"Let's just say I've been spanked by enough clients to know how to give a really good one myself. One that I'll enjoy, anyway. I doubt you will." Sadayo warned in a light tone, in marked contrast to the sadistic gleam in her eye.
Akira couldn't help it. He spurted into his panties for the third time tonight. Sadayo blinked and drew her hand back, looking surprised. His girlfriend must have felt it while she was rubbing his cock. Slowly, a look of deep amusement appeared on her face. Meanwhile, Akira was barely able to keep himself from sinking to his knees as his balls continued emptying his rather small load into the lingerie he had borrowed from his girlfriend.
"Good thing you've got extra panties. Change into a new pair and wash the ones you're wearing. After you hang them up to dry, then you can start on the floor." Sadayo said coolly, turning to walk away.
"W-Will you give me any more time before you start things up with him?" Akira asked desperately, still recovering from his unexpected orgasm.
"Hmm. What do you think?" Sadayo asked the empty air, not even bothering to look back at Akira as she left the laundry room.
Akira gulped as he managed to pull himself together. The answer was obvious. He cursed himself for his frankly ridiculous lack of stamina, knowing that he had cost himself quite a few minutes. Not to mention lowering himself a few pegs (well, more than a few) in the eyes of his tremendously sexy girlfriend, Sadayo Kawakami.
But Akira wasn't truly upset. If he was being honest with himself, this was one of the hottest nights he had ever experienced. And it wasn't over yet. With that thought in mind, Akira got started on his chores, aware that every second that went by was precious.
There was plenty to occupy Akira's mind as he worked, however. Questions such as: Did he want to see Sadayo get fucked enough to cut a few corners and risk a spanking afterward? How much would it hurt if he did? Sadayo had warned Akira that he wouldn't like it, and Akira knew his girlfriend well enough by now to know that she did not make idle threats.
What was he to do? All Akira was sure of was that he didn't want this night to ever end.
You'll be impressed, I promise. So what are you two going to be doing, exactly?
That doesn't sound like the kind of information a maid needs to know, does it?
I suppose not. Have fun, Ojou-sama.
Ooo, I like that. Call me that from now on! While we're playing, at least.
Yes, Ojou-sama.
Akira waited for a possible reply from Sadayo, but apparently, his girlfriend considered the conversation to be finished. He put his cellphone in the pocket in the front of his apron and got down on his knees. While his girlfriend, Sadayo Kawakami, and his boss, Hideji Takeda, were out on a date together, Akira had been tasked with polishing every inch of hardwood flooring in the man's house. And there was quite a lot of floor to polish.
It had been almost a month since Akira had started his unusual part-time job. For several nights a week during the past three weeks, Sadayo had dropped him off at Takeda-san’s house in his maid outfit. Akira had thought that his girlfriend would want to come in with him, but Sadayo had demurred. She had said that she wanted Akira to focus on learning to be an actual maid and that her presence would only distract him.
It certainly would have. His girlfriend had always been sexy, but it seemed as though Sadayo had been pulling out all the stops lately. But never in a proactive way. Instead, Sadayo had started walking around her apartment in a t-shirt and panties while Akira was there. The sight of his older girlfriend lounging around in her panties never failed to get Akira in the mood. But Sadayo simply wouldn't put out for him lately. The only activities on the menu, it seemed, were oral sex for her and handjobs for Akira.
Sadayo had offered Akira a chance to play a game, however. She would allow Takeda to take her out on a date while Akira was busy cleaning the man's house from top to bottom. Once they returned, Sadayo would inspect Akira's work. If she was satisfied, Sadayo would allow him to fuck her, supposedly. Akira, who's cock hadn't been touched by anything other than her hand (and his own, naturally) for a couple of weeks now, had quickly agreed.
Akira hadn't taken any chances. He had shown up hours earlier than his usual shift with his maid outfit, a pair of black stilettos, and makeup in his bag. Akira had used the spare key Takeda-san had given him and entered the man's miniature mansion earlier this afternoon.
It had taken some time to get changed in the bathroom. Neither the maid outfit nor the heels were difficult to put on, but the makeup was a different story. That had been one of Takeda-san's stipulations. He had demanded Akira wear full makeup while on the clock as his maid. Akira knew Sadayo would be disappointed if his employment was terminated, so for the sake of his girlfriend's happiness, he had agreed.
It wasn't all bad, though. Sadayo liked seeing her boyfriend in drag and derived quite a bit of enjoyment out of applying Akira's makeup. The time they spent together like that (with Sadayo patiently explaining everything she was doing) was a great chance for them to bond. Akira rarely felt closer to his girlfriend than when she was carefully applying his lipstick with an excited gleam in her eye.
This was the first time Akira had to do it himself, however. It had taken him nearly an hour to get his lipstick, blush, mascara and eyeliner right. But eventually, Akira looked decently passable as a woman. A rather tall woman (as Akira was in heels), but a woman no one would think twice about if they passed "her" on the street. Hopefully, Sadayo would be impressed that he had managed to do it all himself.
Of course, all of that would be for nothing if he didn't accomplish the task Sadayo had given him. His girlfriend had (rather sadistically) told him to get busy polishing the floors of Takeda's house while she was out on a date with the man. It was a task that left Akira with no time to masturbate, and he doubted that was a coincidence.
Sadayo had also chosen not to tell Akira any details about her date. What she was wearing, where they were going, what time they would likely be back? All of that had been kept from him, forcing Akira's imagination to work just as hard as he was at polishing the floor. As Akira moved from room to room on his hands and knees, applying and reapplying wood polish to the rag in his hand, his mind whirled while his cock stayed stubbornly hard in his lace panties, unwilling to go down.
The pair of silver-colored lace panties Akira was wearing, by the way, didn’t really belong to him. They were Sadayo’s. His girlfriend didn’t mind lending a few pairs of her panties to Akira so that he was wearing them underneath his maid outfit. Akira might have hoped that she would mind, but Sadayo had (rather sadistically) said that since he wasn’t stretching them out at all, why should she care? Even now, the memory of that teasing blow to Akira’s manhood was enough to ensure that his cock wouldn’t be going soft any time soon. Not that the panties he had on couldn’t accommodate his modest erection, as Akira had found out.
They could be doing anything together. Tokyo nightlife was varied and exciting, especially for a man like Takeda-san who had money to burn. He would likely want to seriously impress Sadayo as well. Akira imagined the two of them dining together in one of the fancy restaurants located in a high-rise building in the city center.
Then maybe they would go to a show. The Tokyo Ballet was performing at the Bunka Kaiken Concert Hall in Ueno. Or else they'd head to a nightclub, the kind that people couldn't get into without being on the list, or else slipping the doorman 10000 yen. After listening to the band play for a while, Takeda-san would invite Sadayo onto the dance floor...
The distinct sound of a text brought Akira abruptly out of his daydream. He glanced up at the clock in the dining room and saw (to his considerable surprise) that more than three hours had passed since he had last checked the time. Akira was very nearly done with his lengthy task, so the timing worked well for him.
Didn't text me at all, huh? And there I was, ready to chastise you if you did.
I didn't even consider it, honestly.
Good, though it would have been fun to remind you of your place. Did you get all your work done?
Almost, Ojou-sama.
Hurry up then. Hideji and I will be back in half an hour. Have a bottle of champagne ready for us.
Yes, Ojou-sama.
Akira didn't waste time waiting for a reply. He set his phone down on the table and went back to polishing, moving a lot faster this time. Sadayo had said she expected every inch of the floor to be polished, and from the tone of her texts, she hadn't been kidding. As seemingly sadistic as Sadayo was acting, Akira knew his girlfriend was only doing her best to fulfill his fantasy. The possibility that Sadayo was starting to enjoy their dynamic in her own right was exciting to consider.
Akira hurried from room to room, dusting every surface he could see. Sadayo and Takeda would be here in a few minutes' time. He had already prepared the bottle of champagne; it was sitting in an ice bucket on the bar attached to the kitchen, ready to be opened. All that remained was for the two of them to return from their date.
Just as he was thinking that, Akira heard the front door open. Akira dropped the feather duster on the table and hurried to the entryway, his heels clacking on the hardwood floor the whole way. Although it had taken hours, he had managed to get the place spotless...or so he hoped.
There in the entryway stood his girlfriend, Sadayo Kawakami, wearing a very attractive midnight blue dress that Akira had seen hanging up in the back of his girlfriend's closet. Sadayo's dress had a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage nicely. The way the dark blue fabric was cinched at the waist while flaring out over her hips gave Sadayo a sexy hourglass figure.
The dress Sadayo had chosen for tonight went down nearly to her knees, but it had long slits on the side that ******* Sadayo's thighs nearly to her panties. Underneath the skirt, his girlfriend was wearing black stockings and a pair of black stilettos that were an inch higher than Akira's own. All in all, it was an outfit guaranteed to turn on any man that saw her in it.
Sadayo's dark, slightly messy hair went with the blue fabric of the dress surprisingly well. Combined with the faux diamond earrings she had on (which looked quite real, but Akira knew they were not), silver necklace, and knock-off Gucci handbag she had over her shoulder, Sadayo looked rather rich and sophisticated. It was a look Akira had never seen on his girlfriend before, and he was instantly enamored with her.
Sadayo's lipstick was a tad smudged, however. Akira couldn't help but wonder just what she had been up to. But as Sadayo had made clear, it wasn't the place of a maid to ask questions like that. His girlfriend would tell him if she wished.
Beside Sadayo was Hideji Takeda, Akira’s new employer, who had put on an expensive gray suit. Having dressed up, they looked like a rather nice couple. An image made more clear by the way they were holding hands. The sight was surprisingly exciting to Akira, who had realized that some of his prior daydreams had to have been on the mark.
However, Akira wasn't so preoccupied that he forgot himself. He stepped forward and greeted them with a perfect curtsy, bending his knees and raising the edge of his skirt at the proper height. Takeda chuckled while Sadayo's eyebrows rose appreciatively, and Akira knew he had nailed it. His girlfriend couldn't have done a better curtsy herself.
"Well, someone's been practicing. Nice job." Sadayo said with a smile, looking Akira over.
Sadayo nodded approvingly at Akira's makeup, then moved her gaze downward. His girlfriend already knew his maid outfit fit him well and wasn't surprised at that, but as soon as her eyes locked onto Akira's high heels, a grin appeared on her face.
Seeing Akira in drag never failed to put Sadayo in a good mood. It was a kink that Sadayo most definitely possessed, which had to be why she was so keen on Akira becoming Takeda-san’s maid. Such a situation promised to fulfill both of their fantasies, and so far, it was working like a charm.
"I must say, I'm pretty impressed. It's a shame you didn't try to model this for me earlier. I probably would have let you fuck me then and there." Sadayo said frankly, a teasing note entering her voice.
Akira gulped at his girlfriend's words. The contrast between her sophisticated look and usual down-to-earth attitude was quite fetching. His cock had hardened, but the confines of his girlfriend’s tight lace panties kept his erection from being too noticeable. Sadayo knew just what to say to get him hard, as ever. Of course, his girlfriend might have said that only because it was clear that he was in no position to fuck her right now.
"You probably should have done that, Akira-chan. Because I think Sadayo here will be a little too worn out by the time we're through. That's not a problem, is it?" Takeda asked with a laugh, looking Akira directly in the eye.
Akira froze for a moment. Unless he was mistaken, Takeda was telling him that he wouldn't get a chance to fuck his girlfriend tonight, even after all the work he had done. Sadayo, for her part, was gazing wordlessly at Akira with an apologetic expression on her face. She was still holding Takeda's hand, however.
What was he to do? Refuse and make things awkward for everyone? Akira certainly could do that, but he didn't want to spoil Sadayo's fun. He wanted his girlfriend to be happy, and that feeling was far more important than any fleeting desire to have sex.
"Not at all, Master. Please enjoy yourselves tonight." Akira said respectfully, curtsying once more.
Takeda nodded and headed to the kitchen. Sadayo went with him, but not before favoring Akira with a look of gratitude on her face. Akira smiled back at his girlfriend and waited for a beat or two for them to get ahead of him. Sadayo and he might be girlfriend and boyfriend, but while the night lasted, he was the maid first and foremost.
Akira stood silently off to the side and maintained the pose of a dutiful maid: standing with his legs tightly together and his hands clasped over the front of his skirt. From time to time, either Sadayo or Hideji would raise their glass and shake it slightly. Akira would walk over to the bar, refill their glass with sparkling champagne, and then return to his spot and expected pose a shortl distance away from the pair.
The whole situation was slightly awkward for Akira (standing so long while wearing high heels was tough, as he was finding out), but he was alone in that regard. Both Sadayo and Takeda seemed quite comfortable with each other's company. Neither glanced at him as they conversed at the bar, not even when they needed their glasses refilled.
Although Akira was intensely curious about what his girlfriend and his boss had gotten up to together while he had been polishing the floors, he didn't listen to their conversation too closely. Partly because Akira knew that it was unbecoming of a maid to eavesdrop, and partly because he was too distracted by the way Takeda had his hand on Sadayo's leg. Akira watched, spellbound, as the man slowly traced his fingers up the slit in Sadayo's dress. His girlfriend, for her part, did nothing to dissuade Takeda from going further and further. Akira's breath caught when he saw Takeda slipping his hand underneath Sadayo's skirt.
Whatever the two had been talking about (Akira couldn't have said) was abruptly cut short by the sweet gasp Sadayo let out as soon as Takeda's hand came to rest over her pussy. From the angle he was standing at, Akira couldn't quite tell whether the man's hand was inside Sadayo's panties or outside of them. A brief desire to get a better angle on the action was quickly quelled inside of him. He was the maid, first and foremost, even if the pair in front of him seemed to have temporarily forgotten Akira's existence.
Takeda reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of Sadayo's back. He pulled Sadayo close to him at the bar until their lips were mere inches apart. Then he began rubbing Sadayo's pussy gently, causing her to let out a series of quiet, blissful sighs. His girlfriend's cheeks were flushed, both from the champagne and the desire she clearly had for the man holding her.
Sadayo, in her expensive midnight blue dress and in the arms of another man, was sexier right now than Akira could ever remember seeing. The weeks that had gone by without Akira ever getting the chance to fuck his girlfriend made him want to do just that, but that feeling inside Akira was overpowered by a different realization: Such a gorgeous, unbelievably sexy woman deserved to get fucked by a man who could give her the satisfaction she deserved.
Akira couldn't deny the simple fact of the matter: that man wasn't him. That was why, even though his cock was straining mightily against the fabric of his panties, Akira couldn't help but silently maintain the submissive, feminine pose of a dutiful maid. Akira wouldn't dream of interrupting the pair in front of him, not when everyone involved seemed to be in their proper place.
There was only so long Sadayo and Takeda could go with their lips inches apart before they kissed. Surprisingly, it was Akira's girlfriend who ultimately initiated it, raising herself up ever so slightly from her seated position to kiss Takeda. Sadayo brought her hands up to gently cup both sides of the man's face as they kissed. His girlfriend turned her head slightly to the side then, indicating that one or both of them were now using their tongues.
Akira couldn't help but gulp at the passion conveyed by his girlfriend's actions. Sadayo may have begun this in order to fulfill Akira's fantasy, but she clearly felt a certain fondness for the man. Their physical compatibility was something to behold. In particular, the way Sadayo had closed her thighs around the man's hand, her hips bucking ever so slightly, illustrated that clearly. Akira, his breath coming quickly, was left to wonder whether his girlfriend was going to orgasm right in front of him.
The answer, as it turned out, was no. Rather abruptly, Sadayo broke off their kiss, took a moment to catch her breath, and turned her head to address Akira.
"Go get the bedroom ready for us." Sadayo instructed Akira firmly, glancing over at her boyfriend for only a moment before returning her attention to the man in front of her.
Sadayo's tone had left no doubt in Akira's mind: she wasn't making a request, or a suggestion. It was an order, one that Sadayo expected would be followed without question. And she was quite right. Akira paused only to give his girlfriend a perfect curtsy (not that either of them were looking at him) before turning to obey. The two of them had gone back to kissing, and even more passionately than before.
As Akira exited the kitchen, his high heels clacking on the hardwood floor, all he could think of was that the "us" his girlfriend had used was almost certainly referring to her and Takeda. Not to Akira. But that made sense, didn't it?
So long as he was in this outfit, Akira was only the maid, after all.
Akira laid out fresh sheets on Takeda's large, king-sized bed. He then lit several candles and placed them on various surfaces around the room. Takeda's bedroom was equipped with mood lighting (as befitted a bull's bedroom, Akira reflected), so Akira set the lights to a low setting. Combined with the candlelight, the room was bathed in a very atmospheric glow.
It had taken him a little longer than usual, owing to the extra degree of difficulty high heels seemed to add on to everything. But Akira nevertheless accomplished his task as quickly as he could have. Not a moment too soon, as Akira soon heard the sound of two people approaching down the hall.
A quick glance at the room reminded Akira that he had done all he could to ensure the stage was set for some passionate lovemaking. Lovemaking that he would not be participating in, and might not even get to watch. Akira had been promised a reward for polishing the floors, certainly. But the night had taken a rather different turn. All three of them had gotten very much into the idea of Akira's overt subservience, and he would not have been surprised (though he would be disappointed) if either Sadayo or Takeda simply ordered him out of the bedroom, leaving Akira to listen at the door.
The Japanese-style sliding door opened. Sadayo and Takeda entered together, once more holding hands. Sadayo's slightly curly dark hair had frizzed out a touch and there was a decidedly contented smile on her face. Akira wondered whether his girlfriend had indeed been brought to orgasm a few minutes earlier, but knew that if he ever found out the answer to that question, it would not be tonight.
Akira gave an automatic curtsy to the two of them, looking to his girlfriend for some instructions. After nodding in a pleased fashion at the sensual air of Takeda's bedroom, Sadayo glanced over at Akira and smiled.
"Stay in the corner and don't make a peep." Sadayo said to him, winking slightly.
Akira smiled back, feeling absurdly grateful that he would be allowed to watch. Akira wasn't usually quite like this, but the maid outfit he was wearing ensured that Akira was at his most submissive state. Akira drew back into a shadowy corner, leaving his girlfriend and his boss to feel more like they were alone together.
Takeda unbuttoned his jacket, undid his tie, and took off his dress shirt. All of which was left in a pile on the floor. Akira took mental note of that, knowing that he would be expected to wash, dry, and iron his boss's clothing afterward. Something he had gotten quite practiced at in the last week.
Takeda then made to unzip his pants, but Sadayo beat him to it. Akira watched as his girlfriend sank to her knees in front of the man. With her delicate, manicured hands, Sadayo unzipped Takeda's pants, pulling them down along with the man's boxers. Takeda's thick, impressive cock bounced up as soon as she did. The man's cock was hard as a rock. And why shouldn't it be? He was about to enjoy Sadayo Kawakami's charms, and the thought alone was enough to get any man hard.
Including Akira. His own cock strained at his panties, but he made no move to free it from its lace confines. His girlfriend hadn't said he could masturbate, and tonight, Akira wasn't going to do anything without her permission. Akira wanted to masturbate, very much so. Especially when he saw how visibly impressed Sadayo was at the size of the man's cock. There was no way Takeda's cock would ever fit into a pair of panties such as the kind Akira was currently wearing. The thought that maybe Sadayo was thinking just that made Akira squirm in place.
Having taken the time to admire it for a few seconds, Sadayo soon took the man's cock in her mouth. Takeda gave an appreciative grunt, his cock no doubt growing to its full hardness as Sadayo went deeper on it. Akira squirmed once again, knowing that Sadayo had fantastic oral skills, and knowing also that he was probably not going to experience it again for the foreseeable future.
The portrait Sadayo was painting of herself at the moment was fantastically intriguing to Akira. The contrast between the rich, sophisticated look Sadayo had cultivated for tonight and the way she was brazenly sucking Takeda off right in front of Akira was wild. It was almost like she was sending a message to her boyfriend, one that he was too turned on to fully grasp. Of course, that might not have been the case at all. Perhaps her boyfriend-turned-maid was the furthest thing from Sadayo's mind at the moment. Akira's cock throbbed as he concluded that the second possibility was a lot more likely.
Sadayo knew how to deepthroat, but even so, getting all the way down on Takeda's cock was a difficult proposition. A marked contrast to the ease with which she had done just that for Akira in the past. The last time this happened, Sadayo had glanced over teasingly at her boyfriend. This time, however, Sadayo appeared to be giving her full attention to the man she was currently sucking off. Sadayo was looking upward at Takeda, an almost worshipful expression on her face.
"Take it all the way. I know you can do it." Takeda said in a firm, confident tone.
Sadayo obeyed immediately, trying to deepthroat the last few inches. It was amazing to Akira, who was a submissive through and through, how Sadayo could turn on a dime like that, going from dominating her boyfriend to submitting to her bull so rapidly. Akira simply couldn't relate. Neither could Takeda, it seemed, though from entirely different sides of the spectrum.
Finally, after more than a minute of trying, Sadayo's lips went all the way down on Takeda's impressive cock. Letting out a triumphant sounding noise with her throat, Sadayo began giving Takeda a blowjob in earnest, going all the way down on his cock each time. Akira was left to marvel at how many inches of rather thick cock his girlfriend was capable of taking in her mouth. It was a capability that would have been wasted on Akira's own cock, and he was suddenly struck again by the realization of how physically compatible his boss and girlfriend were.
From the eagerness with which she was sucking off Takeda, Sadayo appeared to want the man to cum in her mouth. But it was Takeda's opinion that mattered. The man soon took a firm hold of Sadayo's head, not coincidentally freezing her in place with his cock all the way down her throat. Sadayo squirmed in place after a moment but made no serious attempt to extricate herself. Only when Sadayo stopped moving completely, implicitly submitting to Takeda's will, did the man allow her to take his cock out of her mouth.
"Take your clothes off. I want you on the bed with your cute ass in the air." Takeda ordered gruffly as he took his pants and boxers off, his erection glistening with Sadayo's saliva.
Sadayo rose to her feet and hastened to obey. Akira watched as his girlfriend unzipped the back of her dress. She appeared to have some slight difficulty shimmying out of it, which made Akira want to go help. But Sadayo had told him to stay in the corner, and so Akira did not move. Sadayo turned out not to need much help after all, as her expensive, midnight blue dress fell from her shoulders soon after.
His girlfriend had taken just as much care with her lingerie as the rest of her outfit. A black lace bra with matching panties that Akira had never seen before came into view. Had Sadayo bought lingerie specifically for tonight? And if so, had she bought them more for Takeda's benefit than her boyfriend's? Akira, who found Sadayo tremendously sexy in whatever she wore (and frequently told her so), thought that it was most likely for the sake of her bull.
Sadayo reached behind her back to unhook her bra, leaving Akira captivated by the sight of her bare breasts. Sadayo would often find reasons to deny Akira the chance to see them lately, as that was just one more way to play on his fantasies. The result was that Akira felt like every chance he got to see his girlfriend's fantastic tits was a reward on its own. Even if she was posing in such a way as to give Takeda a perfect view of them, with Akira needing to crane his neck to the side to see even a partial view.
That left only Sadayo's black lace panties. His girlfriend hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly drew them down her thighs. The black color of the panties hid just how aroused Sadayo was, a fact that became completely obvious as soon as her bare pussy came into view. Sadayo's hairless pussy was dripping, either from the fingering Takeda had given her earlier, or the worshipful blowjob she had just given him. Probably both.
Akira's cock throbbed at the sight. Instead of getting to fuck his girlfriend, as she had promised he would get to earlier, he had to content himself with merely being able to see her get fucked. Since Sadayo had recently ensured that Akira never got the pleasure of seeing her pussy unless he was giving her oral sex, the sight he was being treated to managed to feel like a reward all on its own.
Now completely naked, Sadayo wasted no time in obeying her bull's orders. She crawled onto Takeda's bed and balanced herself on her elbows, keeping her ass in the air and her legs very well spread. Perhaps earlier, Sadayo might have taken the time to throw Akira a saucy look. But her attention was solely focused on the man about to fuck her, and Akira, hidden in a shadowy corner as he was, might as well not have existed at the moment to his girlfriend.
Takeda grinned and crawled onto the bed after her. Akira watched as the man grabbed Sadayo's wide hips and pulled her closer so that Takeda's erect cock was poised at the entrance to her pussy.
Takeda traced Sadayo's pussy lips with his cock for a few seconds, seemingly wanting to build up anticipation in the woman in front of him. If that was his intention, it was working. Sadayo let out a clear noise of impatience, one that would have gotten Akira moving immediately. But Takeda wasn't going to let himself be rushed. He waited until Sadayo quieted down and watched as Sadayo instead began moving her hips back and forth, as if to simulate the fucking she wanted to receive.
With a chuckle, Takeda gave Sadayo what she so clearly wanted. He penetrated her in one quick, smooth motion, not stopping until every inch of his thick cock was nestled in her pussy. Sadayo arched her back and gasped, her eyes wide. Even though her pussy was very well lubricated by now, it just wasn't used to his size. It took several moments before it looked like Sadayo was able to adjust to simply having such a large cock in her pussy, but by then, Takeda was fucking her in earnest.
Akira was only able to call it "fucking" because of their chosen doggy-style position. If Sadayo and Takeda were in the missionary position or even cowgirl, Akira might have seen it as more along the lines of lovemaking. The passion between the two was clearly there, from the way Sadayo was letting out sweet sighs of pleasure after every thrust, to the possessive but tender way Takeda was gripping her waist. Their picture-perfect physical compatibility, which Akira had only seen hints of earlier, was absolutely undeniable.
Every thrust with Takeda's cock was met with a matching motion from Sadayo's hips. Takeda wanted to experience every inch of her tight pussy, and Sadayo wanted every inch of his thick cock inside her. United at different sides of the same desire, their bodies were in sync in a way Akira's had never been with Sadayo and (he couldn't deny this even if he wanted to) would never be.
Akira's cock, while still quite hard, seemed to have finally gotten the memo about the uselessness of trying to expand too much in its lace confines. Instead, he was aware that he was so stimulated by the sight in front of him that he was dripping voluminous amounts of precum instead. Amusingly enough, the pair of his girlfriend's panties that Akira was wearing now had a wet spot on it. Not nearly as large as the one Akira could see even now in the discarded pair Sadayo had tossed to the floor, but a wet spot nevertheless.
As the fantastically enthralling display went on in front of him, Akira wondered what he should do. Despite the fact that he was resolutely not touching himself, the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend being fucked so very well was threatening to make Akira cum regardless. Sadayo hadn't said that he could, so it was Akira's natural inclination to avoid doing so. But surely his girlfriend couldn't blame him if he spurted without even touching himself. Sadayo would likely find the situation cause for amusement more than anything.
Especially if Akira ended up cumming before either of them. Which was seeming more and more likely. Takeda's endurance was something Akira couldn't come close to matching, even when the man was enjoying every inch of Sadayo's pussy to the fullest right now. No, Akira only wanted to try to hold off before his girlfriend orgasmed.
But like so many other things tonight, it wouldn't go as Akira planned. He watched, spellbound and on the edge, as Sadayo began to let out the rather huskier cries that he knew preceded a powerful climax on Sadayo's part. Akira tried to hold off, but he was simply too excited to do so. Without ever touching himself, Akira ended up spurting into his panties. Deprived of any physical stimulation, his orgasm was rather quick and short, and Akira was able to recover rapidly.
Neither of the two people fucking on the bed gave any sign that they noticed or cared. Sadayo was too lost in her own oncoming wave of pleasure, her elbows buckling as the strength ebbed in them. Takeda got a firmer grip on her hips, not pausing his powerful thrusts in the slightest as he worked to deliver Sadayo an explosive climax.
Akira realized that holding back had always been a lost cause. If he hadn't cum already, he would surely have done so now from the sheer sexual energy of the cries Sadayo was letting out. His girlfriend had given into instinct now, and together with her bull's efforts, Sadayo's body was making her experience every iota of pleasure she could handle and more.
Sadayo arched her back sensually, providing further proof to Akira that she was climaxing, and climaxing hard. Akira finally got a clear view of her nipples and saw that they were diamond-hard. Every sexual thing Sadayo had done tonight, from teasing and dominating Akira, to being caressed and fucked by Takeda, was culminating in this moment of overwhelming, unstoppable pleasure.
Akira could only watch breathlessly, oddly content that by submitting to her whims tonight, he had contributed in some small way to his girlfriend's supreme satisfaction. There was no other way for him to have done so. The proof was right in front of him: Akira was incapable of providing his girlfriend with the totality of what she craved. Either physically, with comparatively diminutive cock, or mentally, with his purely submissive attitude.
Sadayo needed a bull to bring her to this point. It was the simple truth. And that bull, for now, and likely for the foreseeable future, was Hideji Takeda. All through Sadayo's climax, he hadn't stopped fucking her forcefully. Akira marveled at the man's endurance and was thankful for it. Without Takeda's efforts, Sadayo might never experience the level of satisfaction Akira wanted for her.
Of course, the man was being very well compensated for his work. What did Sadayo's pussy feel like now, spasming around Takeda's cock as he pumped in and out as deeply as he could? There were several inches of Sadayo's pussy that would forever remain beyond Akira's reach, even if he was able to fuck his girlfriend again at some point.
That wasn't all. With every thrust of Takeda's cock, he was acclimating Sadayo's pussy to suit his size and not Akira's. He was ensuring that Sadayo would never again regard Akira's cock as being adequate to her needs. Those thoughts made Akira weak in the knees, and suddenly he was on the edge of cumming again. How many thrusts had it been? Was it already too late for Sadayo to ever go back to the way things were, even if Akira wanted her to?
Takeda pulled Sadayo's still shaking body closer until he had buried every inch of his thick cock inside her silky pussy. He grunted then, and even though Akira couldn't see any proof, he knew the man was cumming inside his girlfriend. The knowledge made Akira spurt into his panties once more, even though still hadn't made any move to touch himself.
This time, his orgasm was strong enough to make Akira sink to his knees. He gasped in satisfaction, aware that this orgasm was fuller and more satisfying than before, but it didn't last half as long as Takeda's. Long after Akira had stopped cumming, the man was still spurting into Sadayo's tight pussy. Only the fact that Sadayo was on birth control kept her from being impregnated right then and there.
Eventually, though, Takeda managed to ensure that every drop of cum that had been in his heavy balls was now inside Akira's girlfriend. It made for an amusing comparison, as Akira's own far smaller load was trapped in the lace panties Sadayo had given him to wear.
Sadayo and Takeda collapsed onto the bed, their energy temporarily spent. Although Akira was tired as well, he got to his feet (his high heels making this surprisingly difficult) and gathered up the discarded clothing in front of him. Any thoughts about talking to his girlfriend were discouraged by the way Sadayo had her eyes closed and had snuggled up to Takeda, looking to be in need of some rest.
For the first time, Akira wondered if Sadayo wanted to spend the night here. It was entirely possible. Akira had been rather hoping to get out of his maid outfit and high heels sooner rather than later, but knew that whatever Sadayo wanted, she would get.
Regardless, Akira rapidly exited the bedroom, intent as he was on starting the laundry. That wasn't the only reason for his quick exit, however. Akira wanted to give the two of them some privacy. Sadayo deserved a chance to luxuriate in her post-coital bliss with Takeda, and he didn't want to intrude on that. Besides, Akira was quite curious to see how his girlfriend would choose to go about things now.
Sadayo might fuck Takeda again tonight or she might not. She might summon Akira to watch, or she might not. She might decide they were spending the night, thus ensuring Akira's servile role would continue into the next day. Or she might not. The power was pretty much entirely in Sadayo's hands, which was just how Akira liked it.
An hour later, Akira heard the sound of someone coming down the hall. He was in the laundry room ironing Takeda's shirt. The footsteps sounded rather light, and he was unsurprised to see Sadayo appear at the doorway.
His girlfriend was wearing one of Takeda's buttoned-up shirts. As her dress was currently being air-dried, that made sense. Of course, Sadayo appeared to have found another excuse to deny Akira the pleasure of seeing her naked. From the slight smirk on Sadayo's lips, Akira thought he was right on the mark.
The large, buttoned-up shirt Sadayo was wearing came to a stop right at her upper thighs, leaving her pussy barely covered. Akira didn't mind, though. Seeing his girlfriend's bare legs was nothing to complain about.
"I should have known you'd be here." Sadayo said lightly as she leaned against the open doorway, glancing around the laundry room.
"Where else would I be?" Akira asked with a smile of his own, continuing to iron his boss's shirt.
Sadayo seemed to take a moment to analyze Akira's statement for sarcasm, then nodded, none being there in the first place.
"Listening at the bedroom door, for one. I crept silently up to it a few minutes ago and pushed it open, thinking I'd see you on your knees, listening at the keyhole. Maybe even masturbating." Sadayo said wickedly, her usual frankness on display.
"W-Would I have any reason to?" Akira asked quietly, pausing his ironing.
"Are you asking whether we were fucking? That doesn't sound like a question a maid should ask. Keep the iron moving, by the way. You'll burn Hideji's shirt if you keep it still." Sadayo reminded him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Akira hastened to get the iron moving again. There it was again. Sadayo had a penchant for reminding him of his current servile status. Perhaps she did it solely to give her boyfriend a thrill (which it did, very much so), but Akira thought Sadayo likely did it because she found it exciting to humiliate him in this kind of light and teasing way.
"We weren't, actually. Hideji was rubbing my shoulders and trying to get me in the mood again. I might have been playing up my enjoyment for the benefit of a certain someone who wasn't even there, but that's all." Sadayo explained with a touch of a pout on her face at the end.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Ojou-sama." Akira replied with a small smile, folding his boss's ironed shirt.
"I'm not disappointed at all. It's the opposite, actually. I kind of assumed you'd only go through the motions when it came to this maid stuff. But it looks like you've really taken to it." Sadayo said slowly, cocking her head as she spoke.
"I suppose I have. But only because you wanted me to learn." Akira replied honestly, smoothing out his skirt.
"I do want you to learn. You're pretty detail-oriented and you take direction well. Much better than I did, anyway. Plus, you're open to crossdressing. All important pre-conditions to being a good maid." Sadayo said jokingly, raising her eyebrows.
Akira laughed and went over to where Sadayo's lingerie was air drying. One of the first lessons that his girlfriend had taught him was that lingerie needed to be hand washed and air dried. Lace could be damaged by either the machine wash or the heat of the dryer. Akira had listened attentively, and as a result, Sadayo's lingerie was always freshly cleaned and in pristine condition.
"I wanted to make sure you're still enjoying yourself. I ignored you a little bit back there. Was that a problem?" Sadayo asked delicately, watching Akira as he took down her lingerie from where it was hanging.
"Not at all. I loved every bit of it. In fact..." Akira trailed off, a little too embarrassed to continue.
"Yes?" Sadayo prompted coolly, her gaze on him.
"I...I came twice, actually. Even though I didn't even touch myself." Akira confessed, still embarrassed but aware that his girlfriend expected him to tell her.
Sadayo blinked a couple of times, then laughed. Not giggled, not chortled, but full-on laughed. Loudly, with distinct amusement, and for quite a while. Akira's cheeks blazed red from sheer embarrassment, knowing that having heard this, Sadayo was not likely to let him live it down any time soon.
"I did notice a second pair of my panties drying up there. So you're not wearing any now?" Sadayo inquired after a minute or so, catching her breath at the end.
"I actually brought an extra pair." Akira replied shortly, the blush in his cheeks not lessening.
"Smart. See, this is what I mean. You'd be perfect as a maid full time. What other guy is going to remember to bring an extra pair of panties to work?" Sadayo asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"I'm glad you're so amused." Akira returned, trying to sound cross but failing rather clearly.
"Yeah, I know you are. You like it when I'm a little mean." Sadayo pointed out, grinning at Akira.
There was nothing Akira could say to this, as it was quite true. He could feel his cock hardening again. But his "bulge" was so small as to be mostly unnoticeable under his skirt. Certainly, Sadayo hadn't noticed it. She was too busy smiling at her boyfriend's scarlet cheeks.
"That being the case, how about we play a little game? I'm going back to Hideji's bedroom. I'll wait a short while, then I'll let him fuck me as he undoubtedly wants to do." Sadayo announced quietly, walking up to Akira.
"The thing is, on my trip through the house looking for you, I noticed no less than five spots you missed on the floor. I expect those to be gone before you come to Hideji's room." Sadayo instructed firmly, putting her hands on her bare hips.
"Alright. Where are they?" Akira asked after swallowing heavily, his girlfriend's dominant energy a sight to behold.
"Telling you wouldn't be very fun, would it? You'll have to find them yourself. And you can bet I'll check whether you found them or not." Sadayo said gleefully, reaching down to slip a hand beneath Akira's skirt.
Akira's knees trembled at the feather-light feel of his girlfriend's hand over his panty-covered cock. If she didn't know he was as hard as a rock before, she knew it now. Akira's mouth worked soundlessly as he tried to think clearly. Sadayo wasn't really, in essence, telling him to go over the floor of the entire house with a fine-tooth comb, was she? There was no trace to be found in her dark brown eyes that Sadayo was joking, however.
"If you don't hurry, Hideji will finish fucking me before you get a chance to watch. But if you get lazy and miss any of those spots, I'll find out afterward. You know what I'll do then?" Sadayo asked intently, continuing to rub the front of Akira's panties with the lightest of touches.
"W-What will you do?" Akira whispered in a query, immensely turned on.
"Let's just say I've been spanked by enough clients to know how to give a really good one myself. One that I'll enjoy, anyway. I doubt you will." Sadayo warned in a light tone, in marked contrast to the sadistic gleam in her eye.
Akira couldn't help it. He spurted into his panties for the third time tonight. Sadayo blinked and drew her hand back, looking surprised. His girlfriend must have felt it while she was rubbing his cock. Slowly, a look of deep amusement appeared on her face. Meanwhile, Akira was barely able to keep himself from sinking to his knees as his balls continued emptying his rather small load into the lingerie he had borrowed from his girlfriend.
"Good thing you've got extra panties. Change into a new pair and wash the ones you're wearing. After you hang them up to dry, then you can start on the floor." Sadayo said coolly, turning to walk away.
"W-Will you give me any more time before you start things up with him?" Akira asked desperately, still recovering from his unexpected orgasm.
"Hmm. What do you think?" Sadayo asked the empty air, not even bothering to look back at Akira as she left the laundry room.
Akira gulped as he managed to pull himself together. The answer was obvious. He cursed himself for his frankly ridiculous lack of stamina, knowing that he had cost himself quite a few minutes. Not to mention lowering himself a few pegs (well, more than a few) in the eyes of his tremendously sexy girlfriend, Sadayo Kawakami.
But Akira wasn't truly upset. If he was being honest with himself, this was one of the hottest nights he had ever experienced. And it wasn't over yet. With that thought in mind, Akira got started on his chores, aware that every second that went by was precious.
There was plenty to occupy Akira's mind as he worked, however. Questions such as: Did he want to see Sadayo get fucked enough to cut a few corners and risk a spanking afterward? How much would it hurt if he did? Sadayo had warned Akira that he wouldn't like it, and Akira knew his girlfriend well enough by now to know that she did not make idle threats.
What was he to do? All Akira was sure of was that he didn't want this night to ever end.
