Fate

Recca: "The next thing you know he’ll be showing up at work unannounced, ready to force-fuck you on your desk with all your students watching."
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Tokiya watched Fuuko climb up the vertical wall with rough and sudden movements, his eyes lingering right where her hiking mini-shorts ended. He couldn’t help but notice exactly how perfectly the khakis were hugging her finely shaped ass, and he was enjoying his eye candy a little too enthusiastically. Every move she made only let the fabric cling on to her cute and tight behind, and it was all he could do not to grab on to the small protruding rocks and climb up there towards her, just to shag her right there on top, with everyone looking. He knew better than to let his urges take hold of him now, not when Fuuko’s students were all busy copying her demonstration.

Besides, sitting here by the refreshment table with the perfect view of Fuuko’s wiggling butt high up above him was a very enjoyable activity.

The sound of Fuuko’s whistle when she reached the top of the wall made Tokiya divert his attention from her contours long enough to notice that the class was over, and Fuuko and all her students were rappelling down towards the ground. Everyone clapped and as the people started thanking their beautiful purple-haired instructor for another well-spent session, Tokiya stood up and decided it was time to swoop in and have his own “private lesson”.

“Great demonstration today,” Tokiya whispered in a low voice behind Fuuko’s ear, making her gasp and turn around at him. “I especially liked the visuals from where I was sitting.”

Fuuko giggled and shoved him playfully on his shoulder. “Jackass,” she stuck her tongue out at him, picking up her gym bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “Why are you even here, anyway?”

He shrugged. “I wanted to pick you up after work,” he said, walking with her to her office. “I have something very…special planned for us tonight, if you’re interested.”

“Oh, I’m interested,” Fuuko cocked her eyebrow at him, closing the door to her office when they both got inside. “I’m very interested. It’s just that I don’t appreciate you ogling at my ass while I’m up there putting on a good show for my students for the past hour. This isn’t free porn, and I don’t want you objectifying me while I’m at work.”

Tokiya grinned evilly, watching her as she dropped her gym bag on the floor and proceeded to stand at the front of her desk to gather some papers. He stepped towards her and breathed behind her ear again. “Don’t you really?” He asked teasingly, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Can you honestly say that you don’t want me to be looking at you—“ he pushed his hips against her behind, making her gasp, “—or treating you like my personal sex toy…?”

Fuuko bit back a moan when his hands slithered up to squeeze her breasts from behind forcefully. “Y-Yes…I don’t want you to see me that way…”

“Are you telling me,” he went on, pulling up her tanktop to expose her breasts, “that if I were to sexually harass you right now—“ he pinched both her nipples and watched as Fuuko opened her mouth in a silent moan, “—you wouldn’t let me…?”

“No, I—“ Fuuko groaned when he squeezed her plumpness and pulled her closer still towards his body, and she felt the growing bulge in his pants grinding her behind. “I-I wouldn’t…”

“And if I hammered your wet hole,” he went on to whisper huskily in her ear, as one of his hands reached down underneath her shorts, “and fucked you good and hard right here on your desk, you’d push me away and tell me to stop…?”

Fuuko arched her back and moaned throatily, as Tokiya was now stroking her damp hole against her panties, his thumb rubbing sensuous circles on her clit. “M-Mi-chan…” she gasped as she began to sweat and Tokiya began to finger her more vigorously against the cloth of her underwear, his other hand still rubbing the life out of her breast. “Mi-chan, please…not here…”

“So you want it, then,” he pushed her panties aside and plunged his fingers into her slippery hole, making her cry out his name in ecstasy. “You want me to give you a good pounding like the little slut machine that you are.”

“Tokiya…” Fuuko panted and closed her eyes in pleasure, whimpering with his every penetration. “From the lesson…I’m…I’m still all sweaty…”

“Then you’re just the way I like it.” He immediately turned her around and pinned her on top of her desk, the papers scattering all over the floor and flying all over the room. In an instant he had pulled down Fuuko’s khaki shorts to the floor, and he grabbed both her inner thighs and spread her legs wide open to give him a clear view of her dripping cloth-covered panties.

“Mi-chan, wait,” Fuuko breathed out weakly as Tokiya lowered his face onto her crotch. “T-this room isn’t soundproof…and the smoked glass walls—oh, god!” She groaned and bucked her hips when he moved her underwear aside again, and this time sucked on her throbbing clit.

“So let them hear, and let them watch,” Tokiya said between suctions. “If I recall correctly, you were all for voyeur when I humped you at that restaurant restroom.”

“B-but the lock…on the door—yes…yes! God, Mi-chan…” Fuuko grabbed hold of his hair and threw her head back as Tokiya plunged his tongue inside her, swirling around and tickling her velvet pulsations. Fuuko started leaking out her juices, her breast heaving vigorously as she cried out with every pant. She couldn’t understand why Tokiya was treating her like a filthy whore today, but she loved his rough talk and the way he was lording over her. For some reason, his rapist attitude was turning her on more than ever.

Fuuko groaned out loud again, but this time in disappointment, when Tokiya suddenly withdrew from her vagina right when she felt like exploding. She opened her eyes weakly and saw him straightening up, staring at her crotch. “W-What are you…what are you doing? Please, Mi-chan…” she was surprised at the sex-starved plea in her tone. “Please…don’t stop…”

A mischievous smile slowly spread across Tokiya’s lips, as he continued to stare at her hole. “Look at all that cum you’re giving me, Fuuko…It’s seeping out mercilessly even as I speak…”

Fuuko’s face flushed at his words, looking away and suddenly extremely embarrassed at how he was studying her, her legs still spread wide open by his hands.

“You must’ve been horny for hours now, haven’t you? You’re just biding your time, waiting for me to give you a good hard fucking…” Tokiya went on in that dangerous tone of his. He touched her nether lips and parted them as wide as he could, and Fuuko moaned out again in pleasure. “Your center is all hot and incredibly wet…it’s throbbing and just waiting to be fucked.”

“Oh god, just fuck me now, Mi-chan…” Fuuko called out her plea, sweating and panting from where she was lying. “I can’t take it anymore…I need you in me now…”

Tokiya smirked. “You want me to fuck you? And you said this wasn’t the right place and time…” He swirled his thumb around the rim of her soaking hole, making her buck her hips again at the wonderful sensation he was driving up her spine. “If I do what you want, Fuuko, what does that make you?”

She cried out in pleasure and frustration because he pushed his thumb halfway through her hole, wiggling it in just the right amount to make her squirt out more of her juices. She watched as Tokiya freed his manhood and the throbbing in her hole just grew stronger like hell. She knew she was at his mercy and he had complete control over her…and she loved every second of it. “I’m your filthy, sex-starved whore,” she breathed out in desperation right after Tokiya teased her by rubbing his tip against her clit. “I’m a slut and I want to fuck you anytime, anywhere…I want you to pound me and hump me all day until I can no longer scream your name…please, please Tokiya…I want your hard dick inside me now!”

Tokiya grinned. “Good girl.”

Fuuko cried out at the top of her lungs, throwing her head back as he plunged his fully erect cock inside her waiting hole. She closed her eyes and panted heavily, moaning in ecstasy and pure bliss with his every assault. She felt Tokiya raise both her legs so that he could drive into her more forcefully, and she clawed at her desk at the pleasure of it all.

“Yes, yes…god, you’re so big…I can barely hold you in…” She thrashed wildly on her desk and she couldn’t believe how incredible it all felt. “Tokiya, I love it! Yes…yes…more! I want more! Yes, right there…harder, faster!” She moaned and screamed and panted out her every pleasure, the squishing sound of both their juices arousing her even more.

Tokiya grunted as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and hooked his fingers onto her bouncing breasts, ripping her harder than ever. He glanced at the smoked glass walls and saw several misty silhouettes looking in and eavesdropping on their little sex party, probably whacking themselves off at the thought of their hot instructor being such a whore. He grinned and quickened his pace, making Fuuko cry out even more. It wasn’t long before Tokiya pulled out and came all over her glistening body, and her orgasm hit her so much that she sprayed her cum all over her desk and her carpeted floor.

Tokiya straightened himself up and admired the panting heap of a cum-covered naked goddess on the desk in front of him, saying, “You’re going to need a new desk tomorrow.”

***
Ouch, Fuuko winced later that night, rubbing her fingers gently over her crotch. She had to admit, after having Tokiya hammer her on her office desk, pound her hard in the elevator on their way down, shag her good in his car on the way to his flat, and again fuck her crazy right in the kitchen after their little candlelit homemade dinner, her spot was really feeling sore. Not that she was complaining or anything—she loved how Tokiya sexed her up hard—but she just didn’t think she could handle another rough pounding tonight.

She sighed and proceeded to his kitchen in nothing but her underwear, getting a glass from his cupboard and helping herself to a cold glass of water from his fridge. Even her throat was dry and sore from all the screaming and panting and moaning. She loved it every time they had sex, but damn was he wearing her out.

Her lips barely touched the rim of her glass when all of a sudden, the phone hooked on the kitchen wall gave a shrill ring, making her start. She set her glass down on his counter and reached for the phone, hesitating for a moment as she decided on how she would answer it without sounding like a woman Tokiya had brought home for sex. Of course, it was true, but whoever was calling didn’t have to know that.

After the third ring, she hastily picked it up.

“Mikagami Tokiya’s residence,” she blurted out dully, rolling her eyes at her own voice sounding like a secretary of his. Now she really sounded like a fuck-bunny.

It was a while before Fuuko realized no one was answering her. Was it a prank call? “Hello?” she said into the mouthpiece uncertainly. “Is anyone on the other line?”

“Er…” the man stuttered, and then said, “Fuuko?”

She almost dropped the receiver. This was not happening. Her heart pounding, she mumbled, “H-Hanabishi…?”

“Damn it, so Hime-san was right,” Recca cursed on the other line, the anger in his voice clear and evident. “What the hell are you doing??? Do you fucking know what you’re getting yourself into with that sick pervert?”

“Hanabishi,” Fuuko began, trying to calm him down, “listen; what you witnessed a year ago wasn’t really—“

“I know what I saw, and I remember what I heard,” he replied furiously. “That bastard has never been up to any good, and he never will. He’s a twit and a sex maniac and I will not have you answering his phone in his apartment like some fuck-bunny. The next thing you know he’ll be showing up at work unannounced, ready to force-fuck you on your desk with all your students watching. Do you honestly want any part of that kind of treatment, Fuuko?”

She bit her lip and swallowed, refusing to let Recca’s words hit home with pinpoint accuracy. “He’s not treating—“

“That fucking ice monster better not have forced you to go over there so he can have a hole to stick that dick of his in,” he went on, enraged and on a roll. “And if you think he has any other feelings for you but pure, unadulterated lust, if he says he truly cares for you or he wants your 'thing' to mean something, and if he sweet-talks you into believing that he loves you or anything, you’d better think again and hightail it out of there while you still have the chance; because I’m telling you, that jerk changes women like he changes clothes. Did you know that he brings a different woman home every week? He’s slept with all his female co-workers, and if he’s ramming anyone in his office, his colleagues just pass by nonchalantly because that’s just a typical ‘Tokiya’ thing, a casual everyday fuckfest.”

Fuuko’s heart fell, and she subconsciously supported herself on the counter, her knees suddenly growing weak.

“God, I can’t believe a respectable and independent woman such as yourself would fall for a slimeball like that! I actually thought you’d learned your lesson, and that you knew better! I respected you, Fuuko!”

She gripped the phone more tightly, recalling every single sweet thing he’d ever told her since they started having sex, and all the times she’d reached the zenith of her pleasure, wondering how he ever got this good. She thought of all the positions he knew, all the styles he was using, all the little surprises that always pleasured her in ways she never even knew existed.

She thought of how he always seemed to know what to do.

She thought of the way he never wanted her to visit him at work.

She thought of his cellphone ringing from time to time whenever they were together.

And she thought of how horrified he’d been when he realized they weren’t using protection.

That bastard.

She cleared her throat, trembling and almost in tears. “Recca—“

“I’ll go take a quick shower, okay?” Tokiya’s voice made Fuuko jump in surprise, as he suddenly appeared in the kitchen, yawning and running a lazy hand over his long, unkempt silver hair. He walked over to where she was standing, and as Fuuko inhaled all his right-out-of-bed musky scent, she forgot why she was on the phone in the first place. “No calls,” he breathed lowly into her ear, apparently not noticing that Fuuko was already on the phone. His phone. He gave her a seductive kiss on her lips that left her wanting for more, and then he walked out of the kitchen, stark naked, Fuuko’s eyes lingering longingly on his manhood.

Damn it; I forgot how hot the jerk is.

All the blood rushed to her face when Recca’s voice snapped her back to her situation at hand. “What the fucking hell was that?!?”

Fuuko held the phone at arm’s length, wincing as he continued yelling. “The prick is still awake??? And you just fucking stood there!!! If you’re not going to tell the git off, I will!!! Let me talk to him!!!”

“Hanabishi, he’s off taking a shower,” Fuuko sighed, putting the receiver back to her ear. “And I’m not going to let you grill him on the phone!”

“Fine, then I’ll talk to him in person and give him a piece of my mind,” Recca grunted.

“No, don’t!” she exclaimed a little too suddenly. “It’s just—look, Recca,” Fuuko sighed again. “I’m a big girl, now. We’re all adults here. I’ll handle this myself, okay? I’m not—“ Fuuko never even got to finish what she was saying, because Recca went off again with his Tokiya-bashing. Fuuko sighed once more and her thoughts drifted off to all the hot passion that has been her life since Tokiya came back into her world, and the idea of having to have to end that passion sometime soon. She couldn’t help but feel like she’d rather be his sex toy than not be with him at all.

Tokiya’s reappearance in the kitchen minutes later made Fuuko realize Recca had been jabbering on for a while now, and Fuuko’s face reddened when Tokiya approached her again, still completely naked, but his hair now damp and resting beautifully on his perfectly chiseled shoulders. “You really should’ve gone in with me,” he said in a low growl as his hands crawled down her butt and pulled her hips against his. He started raining hot and wet kisses down her neck, and Fuuko couldn’t help but close her eyes and moan. The pleasure didn’t last long, though, because Recca started yelling even more.

Tokiya broke free and took a small step back from her, his eyebrows raising questioningly. Recca’s angered voice was booming through the earpiece, and Tokiya folded his arms across his chest, frowning.

Fuuko found herself staring at the way his pectorals heaved behind the flexed muscles on his crossed arms, and she swallowed heavily, feeling hot all over again. “Listen, Recca, thanks but—“

A look of understanding dawned on Tokiya’s face, and he shook his head and left the kitchen.

Worry surged through Fuuko’s veins, and without waiting for Recca’s answer, she said goodbye and hung up, hurrying after Tokiya towards his bedroom. She found him putting his clothes on, and she tried her best to ignore the disappointment tugging at her that he had changed his mind about having sex with her tonight.

She remained there by the doorway to his dark room, and when he turned to look at her, the pissed look on his face told her that it was a signal to get the issue out in the open.

It was now or never.

Mustering up all the guts she had, she said boldly, “We need to talk.”