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Lipstick on the Night Stand, Demons at the Door	By : rokesmith Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, its fandom or any of its characters and make no money from this fanfic. The title is borrowed from 'Joy Ride' by the Killers.

Chapter List
- 1-Tension
- 2-Voyeurs
- 3-Massage
- 4-Release
- 5-Climax
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Chapter Two: Voyeurs

Youji’s new suit was a simple but expensive black tuxedo that he wore without a tie and the top two buttons undone. Driving the Seven towards Minato, he enjoyed the wind slipping through his open collar and across the skin of his chest.

Somehow managing to recline in the seat next to him, Manx was the image of temptation. She wore a corset that perfectly matched the red of her hair, trimmed in black and held closed by a row of buttons down the front. The corset’s shape only enhanced her already magnificent breasts to the point where it barely seemed to contain them. Her long, smooth legs were covered by hold-up stockings which drew attention to their shape, stretching from shoes which were the very definition of fuck-me heels to just above the line of her thigh-length dark skirt. In spite of his earlier ejaculation, the occasional flash of cream thigh above the tops of the stockings still made Youji’s body twinge and with renewed lust for her, especially with the knowledge that there was nothing beyond them because Manx was not wearing any panties.

That thought kept him warm all the way to the address of the penthouse apartment that Fujimoto had leased just for the party. They took the elevator up to the building’s top floor and were met by a smartly dressed woman in a business suit that clearly marked her as off limits. She took their invitations and smiled.

“Good evening. I’m Yukiko, Fujimoto-san’s assistant. The party’s rules are simple. Anything is permitted as long as it is consensual. There are plenty of contraceptives available and we hope you’ll take advantage of them. If you would like any extra equipment, please do not hesitate to ask and we will do our best to provide it. There is food and drink in the entrance hall and can be taken into private rooms. Get to know your fellow guests if they wish, but please use first names only and be discrete if you socialise outside the party. I hope you enjoy yourselves.”

“I’m sure we will,” Youji said.

Inside the penthouse they found a small lobby with a buffet and bar set out. There were two other people there, sipping Champaign. The man was in his forties, big and putting on weight that strained his suit a little. The woman was much smaller, around thirty, the lithe body of a dancer wrapped in a kimono, long dark hair, big brown eyes and generous coral lips.

The two couples exchanged bows. “I’m Takeshi, and this is my wife Naomi.”

“Erika,” Manx said as Youji poured them both a glass. “This is Youji?”

Naomi smiled at Youji. “Is he your husband? Boyfriend?”

Manx shook her head. “Unfortunately I’ve never really had time for either. He’s my whore.”

“Most women wouldn’t be so frank about it,” Naomi said with a girlish giggle.

“A woman’s perogative.” Her husband shrugged. “Is this your first party?”

“Yes, it is,” Youji told him. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Takeshi nodded and bent down to whisper something in his wife’s ear. She nodded and he straightened up.

“This is our second. If you don’t think it’s too forward we were wondering if you’d like to join us for an introduction, just to watch.”

Youji looked at Manx. She took a sip of her drink and then smiled.

“We’d love to. Lead the way.”

They followed the sign down the corridor to the bedrooms. The second door was open and the room beyond invitingly empty: a large wooden four-poster bed in the European style waiting for them.

“Perfect,” Naomi said.

She and her husband stepped into the room, while Youji and Manx stood in the doorway. Takeshi stood still beside the bed as his wife reached up to push the jacket off his shoulders. Then she started undoing the suit’s shirt, one button at a time, leaning over as she did so and nipping at the skin of his chest. Takeshi stood still, looking down and enjoying the sight of her undressing him.

With his shirt off, Naomi ran her hands across her husband’s chest, then knelt down to pull off his pants. She nuzzled against the bulge of his crotch, cooing gently, then pulled them off. He had nothing on underneath, and she cupped him before moving her hands up until he was fully hard. When he was, Youji and Manx watched as Naomi lay Takeshi down on the bed, swung her firm legs over his broad body and one by one tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts with ribbons she produced from within her kimono.

Youji and Manx stood in the doorway and watched. Manx kept her hands on the door frame, and Youji stood behind her looking over her shoulder, his body gently pressed against her, enjoying the friction of her movements.

Naomi finished securing Takeshi’s hands with the ribbon. She slipped off her shoes and started to move slowly around the bed. She stood by her husband’s head and bent slowly down towards him. He stretched his neck up, but her lips were just out of reach. She smiled teasingly and laid her hands on his chest, running her fingers over his nipples until they were hard. She bent her head down and her eyes flickered to the doorway as her tongue danced over them.

She lifted her head and walked slowly to the foot of the bed and turned her back on the door. Her hands moved as she undid the kimono’s belt and slipped it off her shoulders. Youji’s breath quickened against Manx’s neck as his eyes traveled down her smooth, muscular back, over her pert ass and down her long, firm legs. Takashi let out a noise that was between a sigh and a feral growl.

Naomi stepped forward up onto the bed and stood over Takashi. She took one step, then two and began, somehow, to dance over him. Dainty, perfect steps coming from years of practice avoided treading on her husband’s body, and bending and twirling gave the watchers only glimpses of her fine, athletic body as it moved in the light. Her long black hair swirled around her, often obscuring the most enticing parts of her body. It was hypnotic, watching her muscles coil, her limbs outstretch, her hands brush her skin and her skin being to flush with the exertion.

Finally she stopped, but the spell was not yet broken. They all watched her standing still, turning in a slow circle to smile at both her husband and her audience, her chest rising and falling and her eyes shining with excitement. She turned her back on the doorway and suddenly dropped to her knees, straddling Takeshi’s chest and bending all the way over to kiss his mouth passionately. Both bodies trembled as she did so, and in the doorway, Manx pushed herself back against Youji, allowing herself to enjoy the resistance of his body.

Releasing her husband’s mouth, Naomi turned around towards the door. She bent her head low and raised her ass, running her tongue over Takeshi’s chest, traveling down across his abdomen towards his engorged cock. When she reached it, she wrapped both her hands around the shaft and opened her mouth, extending her tongue to lick the head. Her eyes fixed on Youji and Manx as she pushed her mouth onto it, swallowing as much as she could, moaning as she did so.

Beneath her, Takeshi’s body jerked and trembled. He struggled against the ribbons holding him and groaned his wife’s name. Watching him, Manx let out a gasp. She pushed herself back even harder, bending to push her ass against Youji’s groin. At the same time, she reached over and pulled his left hand from where it was resting against the doorway, wrapping it around her body below her breasts and squeezing her tightly. Youji moaned in her ear and but kept watching Naomi as his own body shivered with gentle waves of pleasure.

Watching them watching her, Naomi released Takeshi’s cock from her mouth, now slippery with her saliva, and straightened up. She slid forward over his waist and twitched her thighs to bounce up and down on top of him. She kept her eyes open as she raised her hands to squeeze her own erect nipples and her moans rose to a high squeak.

Letting go, she reached between her legs and gripped Takeshi’s cock, lifting herself above it and then lowering herself centimetre by centimetre onto it, closing her eyes, tilting her head up towards the ceiling and running her tongue across the lips of her open mouth.

She squeezed her nipples again and started moving herself up and down. The strokes were long and slow and in the doorway Youji felt Manx pressing against him in time with them. He wrapped his arm around her, across her breasts, pressing tightly against them. He felt her erect nipples through the corset, and beneath that the pounding of her heart. He squeezed her body to keep with the rhythm as Naomi went up and down, faster and faster, her own cries becoming higher and higher. Youji felt the heat between Manx’s thighs where she was pressed against him, adding to his body’s own excitement. He moved his hands over her, a gentle touch barely felt through the clothes as they both watched. Naomi almost drowned out Manx’s ragged breathing, but Youji could feel it as the woman’s whole body grow hotter.

Finally, Manx let out a little gasp of her own just as Naomi reached a crescendo, breaking eye contact to bend over and tremble from head to her toes with the force of her orgasm. At the same time, Takeshi’s body bucked up underneath her, the man letting out a series of animal grunts and gasps and he too came.

Even though their moment was over, Youji and Manx were still hot in each other’s arms. Manx relaxed the pressure between them and Youji dropped his arms to his side and took a step backward.

“I hope you enjoyed the show,” Naomi called. “You should come back for the encore. It’s my turn next.”

“We might do that,” Youji said, and closed the door.

He turned to look at Manx, who was standing very still. Her skin was flushed, her chest was still rising and falling and her red lips were parted, begging to be kissed. But he stayed where he was.

“The mission,” she almost whispered. “We need to get his attention.”
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