【エロ漫画家さん】第1話　編集さんと打ち合わせをしていたらムラムラしたので、中だし騎乗位SEXをおねだりしました♡ ver.2

Title: Steamy Encounter with the Editor

The assembly room was stuffy, the air thick with pressure and unstated needs. I sat throughout from my editor, Mr. Tanaka, our legs brushing beneath the convention desk as we went over the draft of my newest erotic manga. His tie was loosened, the highest button of his shirt undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of chest hair. I felt my cheeks flush and a heat pooling between my legs.

Mr. Tanaka was nothing just like the prudish older males I used to be used to working with. No, he was younger and good-looking, with a roguish smirk that made my coronary heart race. He leaned ahead, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pointed to a very risqué panel.

“Honestly, we’ve been having this ‘discussion’ for weeks now,” he purred, his voice low and seductive. “Don’t you think it’s time to stop beating around the bush?”

I bit my lip, suppressing a moan. The warmth between us was turning into insufferable, the sexual pressure virtually palpable. My eyes flicked to his crotch, the define of his hardening manhood clearly seen via his slacks.

Emboldened by the depth of my arousal, I reached beneath the desk and positioned my hand on his thigh. Mr. Tanaka’s eyes widened for a second earlier than a sluggish, sinful smile unfold throughout his face.

“Is there something you’d like to say, Aika-chan?” he requested, his voice a seductive growl.

I checked out him via hooded eyes, my tongue darting out to moist my lips. “I…I need you, Mr. Tanaka. Right now.”

Without hesitating, he stood up and locked the door, drawing the blinds shut. In three strides, he was upon me, his fingers roaming my curves, groping and kneading. I moaned, arching into his contact, determined for extra.

Mr. Tanaka effortlessly lifted me onto the convention desk, sending paperwork fluttering to the ground. He shed his jacket and tie, revealing the toned physique hidden beneath his tailor-made shirt. I purred with need, my fingers exploring the exhausting planes of his chest.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed, unbuttoning my high to disclose the lacy white bra beneath. He licked his lips on the sight of my erect nipples straining in opposition to the skinny cloth. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

I set free a breathy chortle, reaching for his belt. “Then take me. Right here.”

In file time, we shed the final of our clothes, leaving a path of clothes from the door to the desk. Mr. Tanaka stepped between my thighs, his spectacular erection standing at full consideration. I reached for him, guiding him to my slick entrance.

“I want to feel you inside me,” I whimpered, wrapping my legs round his hips. “Please, fill me up.”

With a low groan, he entered me in a single swift thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out on the sudden fullness, my partitions clenching round his throbbing member. We moved collectively, hips grinding, fingers roaming, misplaced in a carnal dance we might each been longing for months.

The desk creaked beneath us, threatening to break down beneath the drive of our ardour. Papers proved ineffective as makeshift pillows, crumpling beneath the load of my head. But I could not muster any care as Mr. Tanaka took me with reckless abandon, his thick cock hitting that good spot inside me time and again.

“Fuck, Aika-chan, you feel incredible,” he rasped, sweat beading on his forehead. “I’m going to fill you up with my hot, thick cum.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my legs tightening round him. “Fill me up. I want it so badly.”

With one last, highly effective thrust, Mr. Tanaka reached his peak, his velvety shaft pulsing as he pumped me filled with his seed. I adopted quickly after, my physique convulsing in ecstasy as wave after wave of enjoyment crashed over me. I noticed stars, my imaginative and prescient blurring as I misplaced myself within the throes of ardour.

As we lay there, gasping and spent, the one sounds within the room had been our labored breaths and the ticking of the clock. Mr. Tanaka gathered me in his arms, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I returned the kiss with equal fervor, nipping at his backside lip.

“Well, that was…interesting,” Mr. Tanaka chuckled, phenomenal cock nonetheless buried inside me. “I think we make a good team, Aika-chan.”

I smirked, my fingers tracing the strains of his stomach. “I agree. But this is just the beginning, my devilish editor. I have so many other filthy ideas in mind.”

He raised an eyebrow, a depraved gleam in his eye. “Oh? Do tell.”

I leaned in shut, my breath scorching in opposition to his ear. “Next time, I want you to bend me over this table and take me from behind, just like in my manga. No mercy, no holding back.”

Mr. Tanaka shivered, his cock already starting to stir inside me. “As you wish, my naughty little mangaka.”

With a devilish grin, I captured his lips in a searing kiss, my physique already aching for his contact as soon as extra. Our little “meeting” was removed from over, and I knew we had many extra steamy encounters in retailer. After all, what higher solution to get artistic inspiration than to fuck your good-looking editor mindless?