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Host Club Parents Part II, Yoshio Ohtori	By : TomParisLvr Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 2596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Later that evening, Ohtori mused on his actions as he knocked on the door to the small apartment. Idly, he wondered how he had gotten like this. Letting some stupid high school girl goad him? Making threats like some thug? Just a year ago or so he would have treated her remarks as nothing more than a fly’s buzzing. He certainly would not have lashed out, or even shown that he was more than mildly disdainful of her attempts to barb him. The Suoh boy wouldn’t have affected him, either. He had seen dozens of kids like him over the years: kids who were being groomed to take over their fathers’ businesses one day. Some of them were meek as lambs, while others, like the Suoh boy, were more outspoken. They had limited working knowledge of their families’ companies, so most, if not all, of what they said was nonsense. Still, it was appropriate to encourage them. It wouldn’t do to squash the self-confidence of a future leader just because he currently lacked experience. Even so, the Suoh boy was downright insolent. His suggestions bordered on demands. He challenged and outright opposed the wisdom of his elders, especially Ohtori himself. If one of Ohtori’s sons had shown such effrontery, Ohtori would have smacked him down until he learned to keep a civil tongue. Yet that idiot Yuzuru Suoh and his pet lawyer Kosaka had absolutely fawned over him—him and that sassy chit both. It was galling.
Why it got to Ohtori so much he did not know. He had seen overly-doting parents before, and it had merely irritated him. Now he was positively incensed. He had been told that his stock of patience had dwindled severely over the last several months, and that his temper was on a shorter and shorter fuse. Personally, he thought that those around him had just gotten more touchy and overly sensitive. Still, he probably needed a vacation—or a good lay. He hadn’t had a good lay in a while. His wife was frigid and mistresses required too much maintenance. Maybe a one-night stand from a bored wife or two in his social circles or a high class escort could give him the relief he needed.
Yuzuru Suoh needed a good lay, too, Ohtori thought. The man was an imbecile. There was nothing wrong with bedding a sweet young thing like Fujioka, since she was now of legal age—so long as you kept it from getting out, of course. Neither was there anything wrong with bedding someone else's wife or girlfriend—again, if you were able to keep it discreet. But to have feelings for the girl? To get romantically attached? It was lunacy! Ohtori had always had a lot of respect for his business associate, but now the man had devolved into witless booby. He had no more brains than a commoner—a twitter-pated, school boy commoner. Ohtori found it sickening.
Perhaps that was what had sent him over the edge: seeing a man of judgment and acumen losing his senses over the little chit. Ohtori was sure his son Kyoya had fallen under her siren spell as well, no matter what he claimed. Kyoya wouldn’t have come to the United States otherwise. Sure, study abroad was generally a good thing, but when Ohtori had last seen Kyoya, he could see that the young man’s keen mind had dulled. Kyoya could still be clever and manipulative, but he was more soft-hearted than ever before—certainly more soft than the son of the head of Ohtori Group should be. He had also developed a taste for commoner things. If this kept up, he would end up like Miss Fujioka, clamoring to lower medication prices for the meanest commoner to afford, and thus bankrupting the company. That’s why Ohtori had kept Kyoya in Japan, working with his hard-boiled elder brothers. Such sentimentality needed to be nipped in the bud.
Miss Fujioka's influence on his son or the elder Suoh aside, Ohtori had gotten into an argument with the girl in front of everyone at dinner and he could not leave things unresolved. So there he was, knocking on her door at nine o'clock at night, with a bouquet of flowers and a package of expensive tea which he had heard was her favorite.
When she answered the door, he bowed saying, “Miss Fujioka, I behaved badly at dinner and I wish to apologize.” He stood up and proffered the gifts. “May I come in and we can talk over tea?”
Ohtori saw that Miss Fujioka was wary, yet she nodded and gestured him inside. Young Suoh was there as well, as Ohtori had hoped. If he hadn’t been, Ohtori would have asked Miss Fujioka to invite the boy over, or he would have left and returned at another time. It would be seen as inappropriate for him to enter the young lady’s apartment alone. Besides, he needed to resolve things with both of them. He bowed and apologized to the young man as he had to the young woman, and the two males sat down at the table. Miss Fujioka, as the hostess, went to brew the tea.
Ohtori was a cold man by nature, but years of high society functions had taught him to pretend otherwise when necessary. He was adept at putting people at ease, and he did so now. His smile was neither too weak nor too broad, his comments complimentary but not overly-flattering. He asked about their life in the U.S., their studies, and their friends. He made sure to avoid any topic even obliquely related to business. Soon, the young Suoh was quite at ease, smiling and talking easily. Miss Fujioka was a little less sanguine, but Ohtori knew that would change once the tea took effect—or rather, when the little addition he put in her tea took effect.
As he thought this, Miss Fujioka started to visibly relax. She gave her boyfriend a flirty smile and started to caress his hand with her fingertips. 'Good,' Ohtori thought. The addition he slipped in her tea when no one was looking was starting to work. The young Suoh smiled back at her, then yawned for the third time that evening. It seemed the addition Ohtori had put in his tea was starting to take effect as well.
For the next few minutes, Ohtori watched his drugs working on the young people. Young Suoh put his head on his hand and struggled to keep his eyes open. Miss Fujioka was tickling his neck and exposed ear with one hand, and caressing his back with the other. Ohtori smirked. He stood up, startling both of them, who seemed to have forgotten he was there.
"Shall we have some music?" Ohtori asked. "Suoh, would you show me how to turn on the stereo?"
"Um, sure," young Suoh said, blinking and standing up. Haruhi stood as well, taking young Suoh's arm and following him and Ohtori to the living area. Ohtori pulled a CD out of his jacket pocket and handed it to the young man. "What's this?" young Suoh asked.
"Oh, just a mix of instrumental songs I enjoy. It's good for post-dinner relaxation," answered Ohtori. It was, in fact, a mix of deep, sensual rhythms that were perfect for seduction. Just listening to it made him hard.
"Ok," young Suoh said through a yawn, and played the CD on repeat. Without another word, he walked over to the couch and laid down on it. In seconds, he was asleep.
Ohtori smiled. So far his plan was going very well. He had gotten the elder Suoh out of the way, and now the younger. He knew that if he got the sleepy young man near the couch, he would pass out on it. That would be better than him falling asleep at the table. If he woke up there, he might wonder what had happened, and why Miss Fujioka hadn't woken him up from that uncomfortable position. Waking up on the couch was much more natural. He would likely think he got too comfortable and dozed off after Ohtori left, and that Miss Fujioka hadn't had the heart to disturb him.
Miss Fujioka looked at her sleeping boyfriend, obviously disappointed and obviously wanting some loving attention. Ohtori took off his suit jacket and tie and threw them on the nearest chair.
"Would you like to dance, Miss Fujioka?" he asked, holding out his hands.
Miss Fujioka had apparently once again forgotten he was there, but when she saw him, her eyes got all dreamy and she gave him a seductive smile. "Certainly, Mr. Ohtori," she replied, taking his hand.
She pressed up against him as they danced to the slow, seductive music. He maneuvered her so they were by the foot of the couch and backed her up against the armrest. She reached up and pulled his head down for a kiss, which he returned with ardor. His lips pressed hard against hers, his tongue pressing into her mouth. His mouth dominated hers, and she gave out soft moans of pleasure. He wrapped one of his hands in her hair and gripped it tight. She gasped in his mouth. He pressed his now hard member against her abdomen and rubbed it around to make sure she was aware of it. She let out mewls of pleasure.
When he decided the kiss was done, he pulled her head away from his and looked into her eyes. They were large and doe-like, completely innocent yet filled with desire. He looked up at the young man sleeping innocently in front of him on the couch. He'd maneuvered the girl into this spot so he could see her and the young Suoh both without having to turn his head from one to the other. He smirked. Yes, he could not leave things unresolved after the argument at dinner. He had to take back control. He had to get even--well, more than even--with the pretentious young upstart and his smart-mouthed little nymph. So he would take what the upstart desired most, and he would do it right under his nose. As for the nymph, well, he would put her smart mouth to other uses.
He pressed his body to hers again and started nuzzling her neck. By now her breathing had become heavy and she was wriggling her body against his. God, how he loved this! He needed a good lay, and to do so while getting his revenge was magnificent!
He felt her running her hands over his shirt and decided to let her do it on his skin instead. He pulled back and unbuttoned his shirt quickly, then took it off and threw it on the chair with his jacket and tie. He pulled the girl into another kiss and pressed against her. She ran her hands along his naked arms and back. He held the back of her head with one hand, and moved the other to cover her breast. She jumped at the touch, as he knew she would. Certainly no man had ever touched her with desire or lust. A boy, maybe, but no man. His eyes flicked to the sleeping Suoh kid and he smirked against the girl's mouth. He ground his hand into her chest, rubbing the nipple with his palm. He'd seen her pass for a boy and knew she had a nearly flat chest, but the erotic sounds coming from her mouth made up for it. He grew even harder.
Still gripping her hair in one hand, he moved the other from her breast to up her blue silk skirt. Roughly he grabbed the mound between her legs. She let out a loud squeak and jumped even more than before. He pulled back from the kiss and watched her face as he held his hand there, feeling her heat. Then he started rubbing his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her panties. He wasn't gentle about it, either. This was not going to be some namby-pamby, smooth and sweet lovemaking. He was going to dominate her. He was going to take her. And he was going to do it as roughly as he damn well pleased.
The girls eyes rolled back in her head and she let out gasps, pants, and breathless squeals of pleasure. She leaned back against the arm of the couch and gripped whatever part of the couch she could get a hold of to steady herself. Ohtori watched her face, contorted in ecstasy, then looked at the boy, sleeping soundly behind her. He thought even if he took the girl right on top of the young upstart, he still wouldn't wake up. The sedative Ohtori had drugged him with had been strong.
Ohtori rubbed her clit as hard and as fast as he could, getting worked up himself. "You like that, you sassy brat, huh? You like that?" he growled. He knew she did. The wetness he felt starting to soak her panties let him know that more clearly than any words. Still, he used the hand that was in her hair to jerk her head back, while the other hand still assaulted her clit. "Answer me!" he commanded.
"Y-yes, I like that," she said, her voice coming out in breathless pants.
"Good," he smirked, his hand still working. It was starting to get tired now. Time to change movements. "Then I bet you'll like THIS!" he growled. At the last word, he moved her panties aside and thrust two fingers into her core. Her eyes flew open, staring at him in shock. Her mouth hung agape, and she leaned forward as much as his hand in her hair would allow. She spread her legs a little wider, giving his fingers easier access. He smirked again.
"Yes, you saucy little tart, you! You like this, don't you?" he taunted as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. She was so tight! Even with her wet like this, getting two fingers in and out was a struggle.
"Yes!" she cried breathlessly, once again closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. He smirked. She had apparently learned her lesson about answering him promptly.
He worked his fingers in and out a few times, then bent them in a come-hither gesture and rubbed his fingertips along her inner walls. He saw immediately when he found her g-spot. Her eyes flew open and she let out an "Oh my god!"
That sent a surge of arousal through him! He held her head so that she was forced to look up at him, and gave her a little shake whenever she started to close her eyes. He thrust his two fingers in and out, hitting her g-spot each time. The girl let out cries of "Oh my god! Oh my god!" with each thrust, interspered with cries of just "Oh! Oh! Oh!" His fingers also worked to stretch her out, so that he was able to add a third finger. Once that hit her g-spot, she yelled out "OHTORI!!!"
That was enough for him. He needed release, and now!!! He let go of her and stepped back. She fell to the floor, her legs were too wobbly to hold her up. She landed on her knees with her hands on the floor between them, panting. With her face no longer holding his attention, Ohtori looked at the sleeping Suoh. He reflected with smugness that it had been *his* name, not the bastard kid's, that his girlfriend had screamed in pleasure. He almost wished the young whelp had been awake to hear it.
Ohtori unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his boxers down around his ankles. He reached down and grabbed the girl by her hair, making her look up at his member. "You want to suck it, don't you?" he almost purred.
"Um. . ." she said.
"You want more of what I just gave you?" he asked harshly. "Then you use that smart mouth of yours to suck it!"
She hesitated, but filled with the strong aphrodisiacs he had added to her drink earlier, her need overcame her shyness. She took his member in her hands and studied it for a moment. Then she looked at him hungrily and licked her plump, cherry lips. He felt a thrill of anticipation and lust. She returned her attention to his manhood, leaned forward, and put the tip in her mouth.
Ohtori leaned back his head and groaned in pleasure. Her mouth was hot and wet around him, and it felt amazing! Slowly, the girl took more of him into her mouth. He was well endowed, and she had to open her jaws wide, but she managed to draw him in deeper.
"Pull it out and lick it like an ice cream cone," he commanded. She let it out of her mouth and licked around the tip. It sent electricity through his entire body. She started licking his member from part way down to the tip, then from the base to the tip. It was like a wet massage and an adrenaline rush at the same time. "Hold it in one hand and play with the balls with the other while you lick," he instructed her. She did so. Her hands were awkward and inexperienced, but that only served to heighten his sense of masculine pride. *He* was the one who received her first blow job. *He* was the one who first had her on her knees. *He* was the first one to teach her how to orally please a man. His thoughts soured a little bit. Too bad she wouldn't remember her lessons in the morning.
The girl was a fast learner. That shouldn't have surprised him. He knew what an excellent student she was. She had always gotten excellent grades in school, and soaked up everything her teachers taught her. Now she was soaking up everything *he* was teaching her, and he had to give her efforts an A+.
As he thought about soaking, he realized that she still had her dress on, and any fluids would stain the pretty silk. That wouldn't do. There had to be no evidence of what happened this night.
"Stop," he commanded her mid-lick. "Take your dress off."
She gazed at him with those hungry eyes and let out a sultry purr. She reached around to pull down the zipper.
He decided in that moment that he wanted to undress her himself. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to her feet, hoping that he hadn't left any bruises. He crushed her to him and kissed her hard. Then, his mouth still on hers and his tongue dominating hers, he grabbed the zipper and pulled it down. He felt like he was opening her flower. As he did so, he looked down at the unconscious young Suoh in smugness. The kid changed position, mumbling his girlfriend's name in his sleep. Ohtori just brimmed with smug satisfaction! He had in his hands what that brat literally only dreamed about! The kid would never share his girlfriend's first experiences in physical pleasure, since Ohtori had stolen many of them already, and was about to steal more. It made him feel incredibly powerful, and absolutely, marvelously evil!
Ohtori opened some space between him and the girl and watched her face as he slowly pulled her dress forward and down her arms. The dress had a built-in bra, so when it came off, there was no longer anything hiding her chest from his eyes. She kept her eyes on his and bit her lip, a little embarrassed to being so exposed. Still, she was hungry and, thanks to the drugs he slipped her, absolutely willing.
When her dress was off her arms and on the floor, he looked down at her. She was lithe and supple, her body still young and fresh and new. She was also still in her panties. They were blue like her dress and made of satin with a hint of lace and a little bow at the center. He ran his hands all over her body and ran his fingers behind the waistband of the little blue silk, teasing her. She held the fingers of one hand over her own lips, closed her eyes, and shivered in pleasure at his touch. Though he wanted her to finish sucking him off, he stepped out of his pants, kicked them aside, and crouched down in front of her. His eyes were about the level of her panties, and he slowly pulled them down, exposing the mound beneath. God, she was lovely! Her bush wasn't that thick, but he wished he could see her clean shaven. Ah, well. Can't have everything. As he lowered her panties to her ankles, he noticed for the first time that she was barefoot. He was glad of that. It would have interrupted everything if they'd had to take off those strappy heels she had worn to dinner, and if there's one thing he did not want now, it was to be interrupted. Her panties joined her dress around her feet, and he helped her step out of them before throwing both garments aside. He then took her hips in his hands and pressed his face into her mound.
She spread her legs wider to give his mouth better access as she had for his hands earlier. Her willingness fueled his fire, and the fact that he knew she was only willing because he was so devilish and conniving fueled his self-satisfaction. He stuck out his tongue and ran it over her labia and clit in one smooth motion. "Oh. . .my. . .god!" the girl moaned. He smiled as he kept licking. He ran his tongue teasingly around the outside of her lower lips, then worked his way slowly inward. He felt her legs wobble, and decided to lay her down before she fell down.
"Come," he said, pulling her down towards him, then lay her on the carpet. He grabbed his jacket and lay it under her butt to catch the wetness. He wished he had a towel, but he didn't want to get up and go search for one, and he couldn't let her juices or any other fluids stain the carpet. He knew he was going to get rug burn, but counted that a small cost to have her treasure in his mouth. He only hoped to keep her from getting rug burn, too. Again, he didn’t want any evidence of their activities on her skin or elsewhere.
He spread her legs out wide and took her in his mouth again. He had wanted to be rough with her through this whole experience, to punish her for her impertinence. But the sounds she made as he slowly licked and nibbled and sucked were just too delicious. He licked her petals and around their inside rim, making her moan. He stuck his tongue inside her and she gasped and squealed. He surrounded her pearl with his lips and sucked. She let out a wordless scream. He flicked his tongue over it as fast as she could and the wordless scream turned into his name. That made little bits of cum leak out of him, and he belatedly pulled his pants under his manhood to catch it. He inserted his fingers into her core, then pumped them in and out while his mouth nimbly played her pearl like a musician's nimble fingers played the flute. The combination sent her into orgasm. She screamed and bucked, and her inner walls tightened and released around his fingers in waves. The sight and sounds were better than any he'd witnessed in a long time. Her first orgasm. Another thing he had stolen from Suoh.
He had brought condoms in case he wanted to steal her virginity, too, but decided against it. Her hymen had been stretched during their play but not broken. If he broke it tonight by penetrating her with his thick member, then the results might be apparent to young Suoh when he finally did sleep with her. (It was possible that someone else would be her next lover, but unlikely.) Any pain and soreness from the breakage definitely would be apparent to the girl when she woke up tomorrow, same as if he took her from behind. He belatedly realized that she might be sore anyway from his fingers' assault on her clit earlier. Dammit, he used to be so careful in all his planning. Why was he being lax now? Maybe he was losing his edge. At any rate, there was nothing to be done about it now.
He watched her ride out her orgasm, and absolutely loved how her whole beautiful body bucked and shuddered at the sensation. Even her toes curled. It was enthralling to watch. He wished he'd had a camera to capture the sight. As it was, he burned it into his memory to play over and over whenever he wanted. He thought their next business dinner would be a lot more delightful. He'd watch her try to backtalk him, never knowing that in his mind he was replaying his mental video of her writhing naked in ecstasy. The thought made him smirk. He'd been doing a lot of that tonight.
He decided that having her finish sucking him off would leave no evidence, so long as she brushed her teeth afterwards. So he let her lay there a few minutes to come down from her high, and when she had, he told her it was time to finish what she had started earlier.
"Oh, yeah," she said. It came out as more of a moan than anything else. She was still basking in the afterglow. "You pleasured me, Mr. Ohtori, I guess it's only fair I do the same to you."
"Master," he corrected her.
"Master," she repeated, saying it in the most seductive voice she could manage. It made him want to throw her on the bed in her room and make her his right then and there! Unfortunately, he knew he'd have to settle for a blow job.
Ohtori still wanted to have Suoh in his line of sight as Suoh’s girlfriend sucked him, so he stood facing the foot of the couch again. He laid his now-soiled jacket on the floor for the girl to kneel on, since she no longer had her dress to protect her skin from rug burn. She stood in front of him, but he stopped her before she could kneel down. He reached between her legs and covered his first two fingers in her wetness, then lifted them to her lips. She obligingly wrapped her mouth around them, tasting her liquids. He didn't know if it was her first taste, or if she played with herself and tasted it then. What he did know what that it was her first time sucking it off a man's fingers. She made a face, apparently undecided as to whether she liked the taste or not. He held the back of her head--not gently, but not roughly this time, either--and pulled her in for a kiss. He tasted her liquids in her mouth, and he, at least, enjoyed the taste immensely.
“Hold still,” he told her, then he slid his member between the tops of her thighs, letting her liquids drip all over it. If he couldn't stick it inside her, at least he could get it wet. At the feel of his length sliding against her slit, they both moaned in pleasure.
“Now?” the girl asked eagerly, clearly aching for him to enter her.
He smirked, his eyes flicking smugly to her sleeping boyfriend. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Now you put it back in your pretty mouth.”
She groaned in disappointment, wriggling her body around his member still positioned horizontally between her thighs. “Please, Master?” she begged.
Ohtori loved how that stroked his ego. Still, her plea had the opposite effect from what she wanted. It made him feel powerful to be able to deny her something she desperately wanted. Maybe next time she wouldn’t give him so much lip. He smirked. Or maybe she’d give him more, right the hell now.
He removed his length from the grip of her thighs and placed her hands so it was gripped in them instead.
“Kneel,” he commanded. She did. “In your mouth this time,” he continued.
He had her kneel down and put his girth in her mouth again without licking it first. He instructed her to suck as she pulled it out, and wriggle her tongue around it as she put it in. After several tries at this, she developed a good, and extremely pleasurable rhythm. She practiced and became adept at keeping the rhythm while holding his base in one hand and playing with his balls in the other. Watching that brown head of hair bobbing up and down on his member was a beautiful sight, especially when he got to watch her boyfriend roll on his side and murmur in his sleep. Ohtori ran his hands through her hair at first, then eventually grabbed it in his fist and took control of her head movements. He pulled her head back and forth faster and deeper than she had herself, and the sensations sent him through the roof! He pushed her face in as far as she could go, and he heard her gagging on his hard length. God, that was a beautiful sound! If he had half wanted young Suoh to wake up and see what Ohtori was doing to his girlfriend before, he really wanted him see it now! He wanted Suoh to watch helplessly as Ohtori dominated his girlfriend. He thought if Suoh was a witness, and if the kid had been rendered helpless to do anything about it, Ohtori would have been a lot rougher on the girl than he had been. The thought pushed him over the edge and his vision went white in ecstasy, his cum shooting in the girl's mouth and all over her face and body.
The girl looked fantastic with his cum all over her. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the expression on his face as he looked at her. She trailed a finger through his cum and stuck it in her mouth, sucking it with a slight giggle. Dammit! If his member hadn't have been completely spent he would have picked her up, threw her on the bed in her room, and had his way with her, to hell with the consequences! As it was, he placed his hands under her elbows and lifted her to her feet. He would have kissed her if he didn't hate the taste of his own cum. He didn't know how she could stand it. Maybe she actually liked it, and maybe she was just pretending for his benefit. Either way, the show she was putting on for him was mesmerizing. He knew she was a little nymph!
He took her hand and led her to the bathroom where they cleaned off and she brushed her teeth. She didn't appear to have rug burn or the beginnings of bruises, which was a relief. It was also a relief to see that there didn't seem to be any stains on her dress or the carpet. They got dressed--him in his now-soiled suit, her in a fresh pair of underwear and pajamas--and she put her dirty clothes and the used teacups where they belonged to be cleaned later. After making sure everything was how it was supposed to be, he tucked her into bed. 'A good boy puts away his toys after playing with them,' he thought with a smirk. He thought if he smirked any more his face would freeze like that. The girl fell asleep quickly, and he made sure to lock the door on his way out.
He walked to his car with a spring in his step. The drugs he gave those two had been tested thoroughly. They would wake with no memory of what happened after the drugs took effect. All they would remember was Ohtori coming over, apologizing, and having a nice visit with them over a cup of tea. His reputation would be restored. But he knew that he had gotten his revenge on them. His sense of outrage over their behavior at dinner was appeased. Plus, he had gotten that good lay. Well, close enough anyway. Enough to ease most of the tension that had built up in him. He wished he could do this again, but the risk was too great, and with most of his tension gone this extreme action was no longer necessary for his mental well-being. Housewives and hookers would be sufficient stress relief now. Plus, of course, he had the new mental video of that smart-mouthed girl succumbing to him under the impudent upstart's nose. Ah, that would be the best porn to jack off to for a long time to come. He kept the smug smirk on his face all the way home.
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