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Saku was pacing around the room frantically. Their slender arms were crossed in front of their chest, and they were biting their nails furiously.
I watched them from an armchair with a cigarette between my fingers. We were in a room next to a banquet hall where, in fifteen minutes, Saku would deliver a speech in front of a large crowd of judgmental poets.
I knew public speaking was never their forte. Still, all they had to do was to read off the script, so I found their anxiety very endearing, their misery as entertaining as always.
Once in a while, they stole a glance at me, then with a faint blush on their cheeks, they looked away and sank back into their misery.
“Want some help?”
They were startled by my offer. They looked around as if I were addressing someone else, until the realization dawned on them that we were alone in this room.
They blushed.
They stood still and lowered their gaze as I approached them.
I caressed their cheeks and tilted their chin up. They closed their eyes. Their blush had spread all the way down their neck into their wide open robe collar, and it would end between their breasts, as I learned from experience.
They were expecting a kiss. I was amused.
Instead I grabbed them by the shoulders and slammed them onto the lounge chair by the wall.
“Haku-san! What—”
I silenced them with a kiss and their voice dwindled to a muffled whimper. Hands on their breasts, I grabbed and kneaded their soft flesh. I could never get tired of the feeling. Especially when they were all pliant and quivering underneath the weight of my body.
My hands found their way down. I grabbed the hem of their panties. Instead of pulling them off, I twisted them with my thumbs and, with a loud screech, the lacy fabric was in pieces.
“Haku-San! No!”
Too late. I stuffed the torn panties into their mouth.
As usual, they were already wet. This was another thing I really loved about them. By the time their clothes came off, they were always dripping wet, so wet that I wondered if just the sight of me was enough to bring them to climax.
I unbuckled my belt. My dick was already hard. Usually I would order them to suck me off first, but today we were short on time, so I plunged the entire length in.
Even with their panties in their mouth, even with their hands over their lips, the moan still escaped from between their fingers. I wondered if anyone in the banquet hall heard.
To make sure Saku wouldn’t be late for their speech, I took out my pocket watch and checked the time as I pounded into them. They looked up at me in disbelief.
“Seems like we will have to cut it short today.”
So I picked up the speed. Their eyes were wide open and tears began to flow. Their cries were short and desperate.
Not a single ounce of fear or anxiety remained at this point—they were all set for the speech. I would make them thank me later.
They had a pleading look in their eyes. I pulled the torn panties from their mouth.
“Haku-san… Can you…can you not come inside this time?”
“Why not?”
“I…I have the speech in a few minutes…”
“Don’t you want to feel the cum dripping down your legs?”
They were too stunned to come up with a reply, and seconds after with one deep hard thrust, I came inside of them.
I got off them and straightened my tie. I checked my pocket watch again.
“I believe you have two minutes before your speech. You may want to get ready now,” I said with a smile.
They were still panting on the lounge chair when I left the room.
“I’ll tell the organizers you’ll be five minutes late. You’d better hurry up.”
The speech went extremely well. In fact it went so well the audience were surprised that Saku was for once so calm and collected. Only I noticed the wet trail of cum dripping down their calves and pooling onto their sandals. Maybe others saw it, too, only that they didn’t say anything.
After we got in the backseat of the car, they shot me a furious glare and turned their face away. I laughed. They looked so cute when they were upset.
“Hey Saku. I have something for you.”
They tried to hide their curiosity. I reached into my pocket and presented them with their torn panties.
They puffed their cheeks in anger. I laughed once again, then I raised my arm and invited them to lean into my embrace. They ignored me for a few seconds, but ended up obliging, albeit reluctantly. They pressed their face against my chest, hiding their embarrassment from my view. Their ears were bright red. I caressed their hair on the way home.
I made sure to take care of them that night. Some positive reinforcement was overdue.