The Masquerade Ball (4)
"Excuse me?"
I could only stare back in disbelief as the ravishing rabbit clerk flicked her tongue across her lips and hit me with a come-on so blatant it left no room for interpretation.
"I mean exactly what I said, sir. You and I seem rather compatible, physically speaking… Why not have a little taste?"
She slid the strap of her high-cut leotard even further down her shoulder, baring one breast entirely. A pink nipple peeked out, shy and flushed, and my other self stirred with a heavy, inevitable weight.
Her eyes dropped to the growing bulge in my trousers. A wicked little smile curved her mouth, and she dragged her plump tongue slowly across her lips while she stared right at me.
"Uh, look. I think there's been a misunderstanding."
I cleared my throat and tried to wave her off as she kept ratcheting up the heat.
"The lady next to me? She's my girlfriend."
Even if I was the kind of guy whose dick came equipped with its own compass, I wasn't so far gone that I'd throw down for a sloppy fuck with some employee I'd just met — not with the Chairman standing right there. Anyone who would was a man whose brain had been entirely replaced by his cock.
"Is that so? And?"
The rabbit clerk tilted her head with an expression of genuine, wide-eyed innocence.
Ah. So her brain had been entirely replaced by her pussy.
Then again, given the kinds of things that went on in this black market, it was probably hard not to end up pickled in the stuff.
"What I'm saying is, I don't have some special fetish for having sex in front of my girlfriend."
"Oh! Is that all? Then why not try it today? I promise you'd enjoy yourself."
I had laid it out as clearly as I possibly could, hoping to talk some sense into a woman whose brain was marinating in her own crotch, and somehow she had turned it into a counter-offer. How the hell had the conversation even gotten here?
"No. Really. I'm fine."
I kept waving her off, and she looked at me with genuine disappointment.
"Aww… I was so sure I could make you feel amazing, though… How can you say that when you've already gotten this hard?"
"That's a physiological response."
Nothing more than action and reaction. I was just in excellent health.
"But the lady next to you doesn't even seem to mind. Just one round?"
She held up a single finger and pleaded with a cute little pout, as if she were asking me to play a round of cards instead of fuck her against a wall.
I glanced sideways at the Chairman. The corner of her mouth had curled into that same gentle, benevolent smile she always wore.
"My love. Do you want to?"
"What?"
The question caught me completely off guard.
"Ah! So that means I can?"
The rabbit clerk bounced in place, delighted.
"Chairman?"
I turned to her, but she was still watching me with that same smile, and she asked again.
"My love. Do you want to?"
"No! No! I just told you I don't have that kind of taste."
I shook my head hard enough to rattle something loose. The Chairman nodded, then turned her gaze on the rabbit clerk.
"Then why do you keep wagging your tail at him?"
The words were as soft as ever, but her voice had dropped just a fraction, and a shiver crawled up my spine. Those vivid crimson eyes curved into a smile behind the fox mask as she looked the clerk over.
"What is this? You're not even a rabbit in heat. Why are you so desperate for something you can't have?"
"Ah, I, um…"
The rabbit clerk shrank under that gaze and folded her hands together with sudden, frantic politeness.
"Get lost. If you're in heat, go find someone else."
The Chairman's hand settled gently over the bulge in my trousers as she delivered the verdict.
"My love's cock belongs to me."
"I— I'm so sorry!"
The rabbit clerk's eyes welled up. She bolted past us at a dead run and vanished into the crowd.
One look, one line, and she'd crushed the woman flat. That was the Chairman for you — charisma, perfectly measured.
Though… the clerk was gone. So why was the Chairman still fondling my dick?
"Chairman?"
A soft groan slipped out of me as those clever fingers found every sensitive spot they were looking for. She stared at me through those crimson eyes.
"My love. Did looking at that little rabbit get you this excited?"
"No, like I said, it's just a physiological—"
She kept stroking me, slow and thorough, her voice honey-sweet.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Behind the fox mask, her crimson eyes shimmered with a heat that hadn't been there a moment ago.
"Then I suppose I'll have no choice but to take care of the cock that little rabbit worked so hard to raise."
She licked her lips and looked at me, and the invitation was impossible to refuse. If the clerk had been a rabbit in heat throwing herself at me with zero subtlety, this was a nine-tailed fox whispering something I had no hope of walking away from.
"Chairman."
I said her name and leaned in on impulse, chasing her mouth. The masks took up enough space that we had to tilt our faces to find each other, and then we were lost in it — tasting her, breathing in that sweet scent that was hers alone, tongues sliding together deep and slow.
"Hah…"
We broke apart from the sticky kiss. The crimson eyes behind the fox mask burned even hotter than before.
"Chairman. This way."
I took her hand and led her deeper into the black market, then cut left toward a stretch of wall thrown into shadow by the structures overhead. The market hadn't opened yet. We had time. No one would come pouring in before we were finished.
"Hah… Chairman."
The hunger boiling up in me wouldn't wait. I pressed her back against the wall, crushed those full breasts in my hands, shoved her dress up, and pinched the nipple that had shyly peeked free.
"Nnh—"
She leaned into the wall and let out a heated moan. I pinned her harder and slid my hand up under the dress. Her sex was already slick. I worked my fingers over her, teasing, exploring.
"Does that feel good, Chairman?"
"My love… it feels so good…!"
That slightly undone, dripping voice of hers made the want in me swell even thicker.
"Mmh."
I sealed us together and claimed her mouth again, tongue sliding over hers, while the fingers that had been toying with her pussy pushed inside her and began to move. Every so often I pressed deeper, curling in, and her legs would go slack and she'd start to sink — and every time, I just pressed closer, holding her up with my body alone.
Not an inch of space between us. I kept touching her, kept working her, until—
A wet, sudden rush. She came, squirting against my hand.
"Hhh… hhhk…"
I eased back just enough to look at her. Her legs trembled beneath the clinging dress, slick running down her thighs, and she clung to the wall with her upper body because her hips had given out entirely. The way she looked at me then was so beautiful it hurt.
She was wet enough. The main event started now.
I shoved my trousers down and let my cock spring free, thick and aching. The thing twitched at me like it was pissed I'd kept it waiting this long.
Easy. I'm about to make it up to you.
I stepped in to take her — and she stopped me with the lightest press of her fingertips.
"Wait a moment, my love."
She grabbed the tight dress cinched around her thighs and tore it open on both sides, all the way up past her hips. Then she planted her hands on the wall and pushed her ass back toward me. She hiked the ruined fabric up over the curve of it, glanced back over her shoulder, and said, soft and even:
"My love. Please… eat my pussy well."
Holy shit.
Where the hell had she learned to say something that filthy — and in that position? The Vice Chairman? No. That was a problem for later. Right now—
I swallowed hard and looked at what she was offering me. That wide, childbearing ass, and beneath it, her folds dripping steadily onto the floor. Tasting that came first.
I settled my hands on her hips and eased into her, slow. Her walls — warm, soft, as generous as she was — rippled around the head of my cock and sucked at it.
"Hah…? How is it, my love? Does my pussy taste good?"
She whispered it like a filthy secret, and her pussy clenched tighter around me as if to match the words.
"Chairman. It's delicious."
I pulled out in one long stroke and slammed back in to the hilt.
"Hhk—?!"
The hands she'd planted on the wall started to shake.
"I never actually tasted that rabbit, but I can say with complete confidence that your pussy is a thousand times better."
"Please… please use me as much as you want. My love?"
"Chairman."
"Yeees~?"
"You said I could use you as much as I want. Hold onto that wall."
"Yes… hhk—?!"
I yanked her hips back and drove into her, deep and hard. Once. Twice. Three times. I fucked her fast and rough, and the flesh of her ass rippled with every thrust.
"My… my love…!"
She called for me, desperate, glancing back over her shoulder. The fox mask hid her face, but I knew exactly how filthy that expression must have been.
I was pounding into something soft and enveloping, and those walls kept answering me — clinging, then squeezing down sticky and tight, matching my pace and wringing me for more.
I kept going, piston-hard, until the climax came roaring up.
"Chairman, I'm gonna come!"
"Yesh… come… my love! Come inside my pussy, fill me up…!"
"Nngh—!"
I slammed my hips flush against her ass and emptied myself into her, pulse after thick pulse.
"Hah… haaahh…"
She took every drop with her hands still braced on the wall, her whole body trembling. When I finally pulled out, my cock slipped free of her, and a slow trickle of white spilled from her open, twitching hole.
"Hah… hah… my love. Did you enjoy my pussy?"
She was still presenting her ass to me, shivering, barely able to turn her head to ask.
"No."
"H-huh?"
Her crimson eyes blinked at me, startled.
"Chairman. I haven't even finished eating yet. What are you talking about? Turn around."
"Heh…"
She smiled and turned, leaning her back and shoulders against the wall.
"And how will you eat my pussy this time?"
Before, she had offered me her ass. Now she pushed her hips forward and presented herself to me head-on, shameless and inviting.
"Like this."
Actions spoke louder. I stepped in, hooked my arms under her legs, and lifted her, pinning her to the wall. Then I drove straight up into the pussy I'd just hoisted into the air.
"Hhk—?!"
New angle, new sensation. She felt tighter this way, a heavier, more insistent pressure clamping down around me.
"W-wait… my love, I feel like I'm going to fall…"
"You're not going to fall, Chairman. I've got you. Don't wor—"
I thrust up hard.
"—ry."
I kept her pinned and rolled my hips, driving down into her from above. With her legs hooked over my arms and my body braced underneath, there was no chance of dropping her.
"Ahn…! My love…!"
"Chairman, if your pussy tastes this good, what am I supposed to do? I can't stop."
I came inside her one more time, deep and thorough, and only then did I let the two of us finish.