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Sunset	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 6179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“This wasn’t what I was expecting,” Shirai spoke his first complete sentence in a while as he looked around the room.
“You were expecting a heart shaped bed with red satin sheets?” Kitsune joked.
Shirai gave her a sheepish smile. “Kind of. Yeah.”
Instead, the room looked like most other single hotel rooms: a bed dominated the centre of the room facing a TV, which Kitsune knew was hooked up to a twenty four hour porn channel for those who wanted a little extra stimulus. Next to the bed was a side table laden with the usual soaps, towels and shampoos. In addition the concierge had been thoughtful enough to leave a selection of condoms and lubricants. Kitsune picked up one of the condoms. Cherry flavoured; her favourite.
The only other thing that set the place apart from your average hotel room was the screen of frosted glass that separated the bedroom and the bathroom’s king-sized shower.
Kitsune turned to Shirai. “Why don’t you take a quick shower, and we can get started?” she suggested.
“Oh, okay.” Shirai started towards the bathroom door, but stopped at the sight of the frosted glass.
Kitsune wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Do what I say and I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget,” she promised.
“As if I could,” Shirai mumbled as he walked through the door.
Kitsune giggled and waited until she heard the water running. She watched Shirai climb into the shower and begin to scrub himself down as she began to disrobe. She hadn’t intended to go this far, so she hadn’t taken some of her usual measures. She’d foregone a bra when she’d chosen her dress, and she’d chosen a plain pair of panties instead of something a little sexier. Often, she liked to afford a client the opportunity of removing her underwear like a gift being unwrapped. The idea made her feel special.
‘Next time,’ she thought as she slid out of the dress and kicked off the cotton panties. She still wished she’d worn a bra. ‘After all,’ she reasoned, ‘every guy needs practice.’
Naked as the day she was born, she started for the bathroom. She pinched her nipples and ran a hand over her baby smooth snatch. Good thing she’d gotten a wax the other day. Her pussy lips had already begun to swell and grow moist with anticipation. She turned the knob without a sound and tiptoed into the bathroom. Shirai continued to scrub himself with his back to her, oblivious. He was not handsome; and Kitsune suspected that would be the case even if he lost the spare tire around his waist. Still he was a gentleman; and a humble earnest nature could be a turn on for a woman who was used to dealing with sleazier guys.
Shirai doused his head under the spray, and Kitsune charged forward with a grin. She took no notice of the warm spray as she snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. A thrill travelled all the way down to her groin as he yelped at her touch.
“Hey, lover.” She planted a kiss on his shoulder. “Got lonely without you.”
Any other man would have had her up against the wall by now, but Shirai just tensed. His hands remained motionless by his side. Kitsune smothered a groan. Teasing was fun and all, but she shouldn’t have to work this hard just to get a guy to touch her back. Just who was the man here anyway?
She forced her irritation aside, and brought her hands to his shoulders, turning him to face her. If he needed seducing, she’d give it everything she had. Shirai’s eyes bulged as he caught sight of her nude form. Kitsune smiled her best ‘fuck me’ smile as she ran her hands over her hips, up her taut stomach, and under her D cups.
“I’m all wet,” she pouted. “Care to help me towel off?”
Without waiting for his answer, she tugged him out of the shower, casting a quick glance downward. Shirai’s cock was as hard as an iron bar. Kitsune licked her lips as she watched it pulse in time with his heartbeat. She pulled him towards the bathroom sink, grabbed a lily white towel off the counter, and placed it in his hand. Taking him by the wrist, she raised it towards her head, almost demanding that he touch her.
Gently, almost too gently, the boy lifted it to her face and brushed away the stray water droplets. Kitsune shut her eyes and breathed a sigh that was only half for show. Shirai seemed, then, to discover some hidden bravery, for he stepped behind her towelled off her hair with the utmost care before moving down to her neck, and down her shoulders. Kitsune leaned into the touch with a sigh, wishing that his hands were touching her rather than a towel as he rubbed maddening circles across her back.
She blinked at the motion ended at the small of her back.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Shirai gave no answer, simply stared down the path that awaited him, at the curve of her ass. She heard him swallow as he dropped to his knees and rubbed the towel against her behind, giving each cheek a thorough drying. Still he did not touch her.
Kitsune moaned. Was he dense, or was there more to Shirai than met the eye? He had to know what he was doing to her, what this would do to almost any woman. No, that much timidity couldn’t be an act.
‘If I’m not careful, I’ll be wind up being the one seduced,’ she thought as she fought against the urge to scream “Touch me!”
She bit into her knuckle as he brought the towel around to her right hip and began wiping down her leg. That was it! Kitsune jerked Shirai up, ripped the towel from his hand, and flung it across the room. She took his hand and slammed it onto her aching breast. Something – fear or perhaps gentleman’s instinct – made Shirai try to jerk his hand away, but Kitsune was having none of it. She held him fast, letting out an unabashed moan as instinct made him squeeze her, and leaned down to give him a panting kiss.
“Tease the nipple with your thumb,” she whispered against his lips. “That’s right. Keep going.”
She released her hold on his hand – noting with pleasure that it stay where it was – and pulled herself flush against him. Shirai’s free hand curled round the small of her back, but she pushed it lower until he got the message and cupped her ass. Her tongue found his again and they fell into a rhythm that made Kitsune feel like she was in high school again, stealing kisses behind the auditorium. It had been so long that she realized that she’d forgotten how good it felt just to make out with a guy.
That was until she reminded herself, as she began to grind herself against his hip, that there was more on the menu. She reached down to grasp his manhood and cup his balls. Shirai let out a groan of arousal and panic; but he was too engrossed by Kitsune’s tongue and tits to deny her. Not one to rest on her laurels, Kitsune wrapped her fingers one by one around Shirai’s hot pulsing shaft, and gave him a slow stroke from base to tip, running her thumb along the head. Shirai bucked into her hand as he moaned into her mouth.
Kitsune ran her hand back down and stroked back and forth, running her palm underneath on one stroke, only to alternate and run it over the top on the next. Shirai’s panting grew more desperate, and Kitsune knew that it wouldn’t be long. This was probably a good thing, she realized. If she got him off quickly the first time, it would take longer the second time; but another part of her wasn’t satisfied with the idea of him coming in her hand. She pulled back from the kiss and smirked at his disappointment as she released his cock.
“Come with me,” she told him, leading him back to the bedroom. She left him standing in the doorway, and grabbed a cherry condom from the nightstand. She ripped it open, and knelt before Shirai with a grin, thankful for the plush carpet beneath her: much easier on the knees.
Shirai may have been a blushing virgin, but he wasn’t ignorant. “You don’t have…” he started to say.
“I know,” Kitsune cut him off, “But I want to anyway.”
She placed the rolled up condom between her lips and trapped it against the head of his cock with her tongue. She used her lips to push the condom down over his shaft and forged ahead with a long moan, knowing he’d feel every vibration.
Shirai shuddered as if in pain as Kitsune rolled the condom down to his base, deep enough to bury her nose in his damp pubic hair. She smelled shampoo. She tightened her lips and sucked deeply as she went back the way she came, punctuating her journey with a kiss on the tip. She stroked Shirai’s cock to make sure the condom was on properly, and gave him a smouldering look as he stared back in dazed awe.
Kitsune ran her tongue in slow circles around the swollen head of Shirai’s cock. Her eyes never left his as she trilled her tongue up and down before taking him back into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the shaft. Shirai’s breath hitched as Kitsune hummed a little tune to herself, working her way up and down his shaft. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shirai raise his hand towards her head, and readied herself for the inevitable. Why did every guy do this?
Then Shirai surprised her once again as he paused just above her head and stropped his hand back to his side. That, decided Kitsune, deserved a reward. She withdrew from his shaft and lifted it out of the way. She jerked his shaft up and down as her tongue darted out to trill over his balls. Shirai squeaked, nearly jumping out of his skin as he got his first taste of oral without latex. He collapsed against the glass behind him with a thump as Kitsune took one of his balls in her mouth, sucking hard and batting it about with her tongue. As she did the same to the other, she felt Shirai begin to shake.
“Please!” he begged with a whisper, “Please!”
‘Put that way,’ Kitsune thought, ‘How can I resist?’
She released his testicles and fairly inhaled his shaft, abandoning any pretence of restraint. As she bobbed up and down on Shirai’s cock, her hand shot down to her slick groin and rubbed furiously at her clit. The power of the fellatrix was a heady cocktail when the recipient was submissive enough; and that power had led her juices to run down her thighs while her pussy ached with longing. If Kitsune didn’t have his head between her legs in the next minute, she’d scream. She moved from tip to back and back again. Then released him to bat the underside of his head with her tongue – her mouth open wide, all but begging him to come. As she started the cycle again, Shirai arched into her mouth. He was grunting, almost growling. In mid bob, Kitsune felt his balls tighten, and redoubled her efforts.
‘That’s right, baby.’ Kitsune sucked as hard a she could. ‘Come for me, come for me, come for me!’
Shirai erupted with a high groan. Kitsune felt the first spurt hit the tip of the condom, and stopped moving. She held him in her mouth, giving the occasional tender suck, as he came over and over with keening whines.
The spurts stopped, Shirai’s moans dissolved into deep breathing, and Kitsune withdrew.
She glanced at the full condom, and grinned up at Shirai. “Way to go, Tiger!”
Shirai gave her a weak smile. Kitsune peeled the condom back gently, freeing Shirai’s bright red tool. She resisted an urge to lick him clean. That was one safety rule she never broke for anyone, not even cute virgins. Instead, she handed him a towel and collapsed upon the bed while the dazed boy cleaned himself off. When Shirai was finished, he looked up to see Kitsune lying on the bed.
She spread her legs and crooked her finger. “Lesson Two,” she called out, her calm voice belying the pounding of her heart and the aching of her every erogenous zone to be stroked, licked, and sucked.
Shirai stepped towards on unsteady legs, as if chained to iron weights; but the fear was gone from his eyes, only a bewildered eagerness.
Kitsune giggled at Shirai’s wobbling gait until he fell into bed beside her. “Wow, Tiger. I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She lay back with her hands behind her head. She couldn’t have been more on display if she were lying on a silver platter with a bow around her neck. Shirai sat frozen as his eyes flickered over her. As the silence began to mount, Kitsune realized her mistake. She pushed herself up and grasped the back of Shirai’s head to pull him in for a kiss. When she pulled back, she pushed his head down until he was inches from her moist slit.
“You ever read about this before?” Kitsune asked. A guy like him had to have read at least one dirty book.
“Uh huh.” Shirai nodded under her hand.
“You remember what comes next?”
“You do.”
Kitsune’s eyebrows shot up. “Did you just make a joke?”
Shirai appeared to consider this. “I guess so.”
“You remember what to do?”
Shirai gave her a sheepish look as if to say that his recall rate had ended up in the condom.
“All right.” Kitsune adopted a professorial tone as she prepared to explain the finer points of foreplay and pussy eating, and quickly before her ardour cooled. “How to please a woman, Lesson One: who can name the main erogenous zones on the female body?” Without waiting for an answer, she pointed to her mouth. “Lips.” She pointed at her chest. “Nips.” She pointed at her groin. “Pussy and clit.”
She pointed at Shirai. “Lesson Two: a man has a vast arsenal with which to please a woman, of which his dick is only one.” She grinned. “What are they?”
Shirai shook his head with a small smile, clearly enjoying the game.
Kitsune leaned forward and kissed him hard. “Mouth,” she gasped against his lips. She invaded his mouth with her tongue, drawing his out and sucking on it before pulling back. “Tongue.”
She brought his palm to her lips and kissed it. “Hands.” Her tongue darted out to run up one side of his index finger and down the other before giving it a quick suck.” “Fingers.”
She released his hand. “Lesson Three: different combinations yield different results. What works at one time, or with one woman, may not work with another. The point is to experiment and have fun. This,” she intoned as she lay back, “concludes the theoretical portion of the course.” She gave him a smutty look. “Lesson Four: field work.”
Shirai didn’t need to be told twice. It was if he had been waiting all night just for her to give him permission, because no sooner was it given then he sprang forward. Kitsune cried out in surprised delight as he landed beside her and his lips latched onto her right nipple. Kitsune held his head in place, her fingers threading through his hair.
“Mmm…Good boy. Teachers love an eager student. Not so hard now. You don’t want to bruise them.”
Shirai’s sucking became gentler.
‘University’s loss is my gain,” Kitsune thought. ‘He takes instruction so well.’
“Don’t forget the other one,” she told him, as her voice turned throaty. “A gentleman never neglects those in his care. Oh! What a good boy you are!” she moaned as Shirai reached up to rub the other nipple with his thumb.
Minutes began to tick by as Kitsune basked in the fruits of her labour, occasionally whispering tips and encouragements as Shirai worshiped at her breasts. His amateurism showed. He’d squeeze or suck too hard, or accidentally scrape her nipple with his teeth. Ever the gentleman, however, he was clearly willing to do what it took to get her off; and he had common sense enough not to treat her nipples like knobs. Not all men were so sensible.
After a while, though, the rising ache began to frustrate her. Her pussy cried out for some serious friction. She tugged gently at the boy’s hair until he looked up.
“Other areas need your attention,” she informed him, and started to push his head down.
Shirai rose to shuffle over and settle between her legs. He gave her an uncertain look. Kitsune saw the question in his eyes, and weighed the option of taking time to explain further against just shoving his face in there. The feral side of her cried out for the immediacy of the second option, but she forced herself to remember the payoff of her earlier instruction.
“Want another lesson?” she asked.
Shirai nodded.
“Okay.” Kitsune searched her mind for a good example. “Think of it as if you were giving me a kiss. Remember how we were kissing earlier? Give that a try.”
Shirai looked sceptical, but brought his lips to her cleft. Kitsune got a gratifying jolt as he laid kisses on her labia.
“Don’t be afraid to use a little tongue.” Kitsune hissed as Shirai’s tongue made contact.
After the first like, Shirai paused, considering the experience. Kitsune waited with trepidation. Some guys loved eating pussy, and some hated it. She prayed that he was the first type, and called out in thanks for her answer as Shirai pushed his tongue past her lips and inside her.
“Nnn, that’s good.”
Her hand came to rest on top of his head.
‘Shirai,’ she thought, ‘I may just have to keep you.’
“That’s good,” she told him. “Keep licking like that and then tease it with your finger.”
She keened as she felt his index finger brush up against her opening and make lazy movements up and down.
“Fi…” She swallowed. “Final Lesson: the clit. Right above the lips, you’ll find a bump. Oh…Yes that’s the one.”
She tugged his hair and his eyes met hers.
“Lick it, suck it, and rub it with all you’ve got,” she ordered. “And don’t you dare stop until I tell you.”
She gasped aloud as Shirai kissed her clit over and over before tracing circles around it with his tongue. His movements were uncertain and sloppy, but Kitsune could forgive that. Even at the hands of an amateur, being eaten out still felt awesome.
“God, that’s good. Try and stick a finger in,” she suggested. “Yes, nice and slow like that.”
Kitsune began to clench involuntarily as Shirai fed her his index finger.
“Keep going!” she demanded as she shoved his face back down.
His lips found her clit again as he pumped his finger in and out.
Kitsune’s fingers found her nipples. It never went like this, she thought, as she played with herself. Foreplay never lasted this long with a client. She wouldn’t let her. Sex was good, but the men she saw weren’t her lovers. They were clients. She’d never let herself feel the pleasure fully, much less let it make her come; but tonight she was slowly surrendering to the tender ministrations of a man as ordinary as miso soup.
Shirai added another finger, and Kitsune’s hips thrust up to meet it.
“Keep going,” she whispered. “Keep going.”
She could feel something rising, a hot feeling that flowed from her snatch and pooled in her stomach like hot lead.
“Please,” Kitsune squeaked. If Shirai just…Yes!
Shirai just plunged his fingers in deep and sucked hard on her clit. Kitsune’s hips rocketed off the bed as a star exploded inside her. A wave washed over her from head to toe, carrying her off into a beautiful oblivion.
“Oh,” Kitsune gasped out a sobbing chuckle. “Oh fuck.”
She pulled him up and clung to him as shivers wracked her body. She gave him a deep kiss, moaning as she tasted herself on him. The last of the shivers faded away, and she pulled back to look at him with a tired, loopy smile.
“A+,” she told him. “You’ll be ready for the advanced classes in no time.
With a sudden burst of energy, she pushed him off of her, leapt off the bad and grabbed another condom from the nightstand.
“Ready to become a man?” She looked down at Shirai’s returned erection. “I guess so. You know how to put one on?”
Even in 1999, some guys didn’t have a clue.
Shirai nodded, and ripped open the package. Kitsune shook her head with amusement as he turned away from her to put the condom on. When he turned around, she grasped him gently and led him to bed by his cock. She jumped back onto the bed with a giggle, spread her legs, and held out her arms in welcome. Shirai stared down at her with a mixture of adoration and terror as he lay on top of her, pausing to adjust himself so he could get as close as possible. They both inhaled sharply as the tip of his cock brushed at her entrance and begged permission.
“So, how should I…” Shirai stumbled on the crucial word.
“Some girls can take the first push better than others,” Kitsune told him, cupping his cheek. She reached down with her other hand to align his cock for entry. “Best policy is to go slow and see how she reacts.”
She gave him a playful tug.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Shirai pushed his hips forward, and hissed as he slid into her tight pussy. Kitsune sighed as she felt a sense of completion, a fulfillment of a desire that had grown inside her ever since she had found out about Shirai’s virginity.
He looked up at her, a question in his eyes. Kitsune nodded. Shirai forged ahead until he bottomed out, a look of wonder on his face.
“How does it feel?” Kitsune asked.
“Give me a minute,” Shirai sounded far away, on some other spiritual plane.
Kitsune envied him the feeling, wondering when fucking had become just fucking to her. Her inability to share in the moment made her uncomfortable, so she sought to end it by pulling her hips back into the mattress and then thrusting up against him.
“It gets better,” she promised. “Want to see?”
The movement was enough to make Shirai rejoin the living. He pulled back, his eyes widened at the feeling. He returned with a slow thrust, tasting and savouring the new sensations; and checking Kitsune’s face all the while for any signs of discomfort. Somewhere inside, Kitsune felt a twinge. Shirai began a rhythm so slow and tender that part of her wanted to weep at the tenderness of it all as she thrust up to meet him.
She let out a breathy chuckle. “Mmm…Yummy.”
She clutched him close to her, stroking his back and tracing random patterns in his hair as Shirai keep up his slow steady pace and placed kissed on her collar bone.
‘Definitely keeping him,’ Kitsune thought as her inner walls squeezed Shirai’s retreating member, begging it to stay.
She suppressed a giggle as she imagined trying to keep Shirai in her room, secretly, like a stray cat.
‘Nah, Motoko’d turn him into sashimi.’
“Kitsune?” Shirai’s hesitant voice broke through her daydream.
“Huh?”
“It’s just…” Shirai forced himself to look her in the eye. “My arms are about to give out. Sorry. Would you mind…” he trailed off.
This time Kitsune did laugh. He was just too cute.
“Sure,” she told him with a kiss on the forehead. “Get up and roll over.”
Shirai withdrew and lay beside Kitsune on his back. She sat up and climbed on top of him. She grabbed his cock and rested it against her pussy lips. A feral power flowed through her as she gazed down at Shirai.
“You’re going to remember me for the rest of your life,” she told him before she sank down on his cock with a happy moan.
After a few experimental strokes, she was off to the races, riding the boy beneath her with abandon as his face contorted with ecstasy. This was what Kitsune lived for, the reason she listened to all the boring shop talk and the arrogant bragging: the power of being on top. Rich or poor, confident or shy, all men were the same when she got up there with their pleasure firmly under her control.
“Is it good?” she asked.
Shirai nodded.
Kitsune grabbed his hands and pressed them to her breasts. “Tell me how good it is,” she demanded.
Shirai hesitated, and then groaned as Kitsune punished him by slowing her pace.
“Tell me,” she ordered.
“It’s so good,” Shirai whined.
Kitsune smiled and resumed her pace.
“You love my pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Shirai gasped.
“Tell me how much.”
“I love it,” Shirai squeaked out when Kitsune slowed her pace in warning. “It feels so good.”
“How good?”
“The best.”
Kitsune felt herself beginning to get light-headed. She leaned down, pushing against his hands until she was hovering over his head.
“Whose pussy do you love?” she demanded.
“Yours,” Shirai moaned, his voice thick with need.
Kitsune stopped moving and shook her head. “My name.”
“What?” pleaded the clueless Shirai.
“Say my name,” Kitsune demanded.
“Kitsune,” Shirai called out to her like her name was a lifeline.
Kitsune felt something surge and crackle through her like electricity as she resumed fucking with wild abandon.
“Who takes care of you?” she asked over the sound of their flesh slapping together. “Who gives you what you need?”
“Kitsune!”
Kitsune moaned as if her name were a caress.
“You’re never going to forget about me,” she cried.
“Never.”
“You’re going to jerk off to me every night. You’re going to dream about me until you die. You’re mine!”
She slammed her lips against his, plunging her tongue as deep as it would do. She screamed her pleasure into his mouth as her second orgasm came crashing down.
“Come for me,” she moaned against his lips as she felt her strength begin to flee.
Shirai gasped as Kitsune’s pussy held him fast. Kitsune collapsed against his chest as her fading climax sapped her. Shirai thrust up into her, and she met him with one last clench, enough to send him over the edge. He thrust into as far as possible, grunting with each spurt until the last of his seed was spent, and collapsed onto the bed. Kitsune rolled off him, panting as tingles ran over her skin. She removed the condom, heavy with seed and dropped it beside the bed. She lay against his chest to catch her breath, and listened to the pounding of his heart.
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