One of yours, please

"I would like to have one of yours, please,"

Inoue sighed and clapped her hands. The door opened and a woman in her twenties entered the room. She was wearing a pink kimono with white flower patterns. The pink kimono contrasted with her white inner robe. The kimono was kept in place by a red obi, the kimono's sash, which was tied in a form of a bow behind her back. Unlike Inoue's long dark brown hair, the newcomer's bob cut hair shined with a black sheen. Once she got close enough, you found your eyes focusing on a small mole under her left eyes. The woman bowed at you, and then at Inoue.

"Please get to know this Young Master," Inoue said.

"Very well," the woman said and then bowed at you again before gesturing toward the door. "Please follow me, Young Master,"

The two of you go to an empty room with the traditional layout, just like your home. In the middle of the room was a futon, large enough for two people. After you seated yourself on the futon, she sat in front of you. "My name is Sato. Midori Sato," the woman named Midori introduced herself. "John-sama, pleased to meet you,"

"Pleased to meet you too, Midori," you said, getting excited at getting serviced by the woman. However, you noted she already knew your name with no prior introduction. "You seem to know me, so you probably knew why I'm here,"

Midori nodded.

"Why did Inoue tell you to get to know me?" you asked, wondering about the strange instruction.

"I've been exclusively assigned to you."

"I see," You wouldn't want to go there and have her unavailable, or even worse, have someone's cum inside her.

"In case Inoue-sama didn't tell you, while we do offer temporary companionships, we prefer to have a long-lasting relationship with our patrons."

"Just like geisha?"

Midori smiled. "They will feel insulted if you tell them that. But, in a way, we have some similarities and differences. A geisha would take a patron to support her traditional training and other costs. Because of that requirement, a geisha and her danna would have a long-term relationship. On the other hand, we understand that a man has different requirements but ultimately needs the companionship of a woman, even if not for marriage. Despite that, it would be mutually beneficial for the relationship to be not a fleeting one as well. You want me to remember everything you like and don't like, wouldn't you?"

"Makes sense," Then you remember about the payment and your hand wandered to the wallet in the back pocket of your pant.

"Also, as long as we receive you, that means other arrangements have been taken care of. All you need to do is to enjoy it," Midori said as she turned away, presenting you with her kimono's obi bow. "Here you go,"

With trembling hands, you slowly tugged away the bow, unravelling it.

"Remove it slowly," Midori said as she adjusted her body to allow you to take it off. You gently pull it off and then put at the side of the futon. With the kimono off, Midori was left wearing a white thin robe, accentuating her body line.

She then turned and gave you a coy look. "Would you allow me to remove your clothing?"

You swallowed your saliva and nodded, giving her permission to do just that. She slowly pulled away your t-shirt.

"One thing that you want to consider is to wear button up shirts. Not only you look more dignified, but it makes it easier to remove it, especially when it counts." Midori said as her finger lightly made a circle on your chest.

You nodded as you notice her robe becoming loose, alluring you with a view of her naked body beneath it. If she wore a T-shirt, it would have been all or nothing, not the halfway here or halfway there. "If you wear a T-shirt, it would be faster," you noted.

"But you enjoy undressing me more, don't you?"

"Yes,"

"Good,"

With that, Midori closed the distance and kissed you. The two of you kiss, with Midori stopping sometimes to tell you what to do to get her aroused. She wanted you to kiss under her ear, where she's sensitive; you're happy to oblige. You also kissed the spots under her eyes as well as her eyelids, which surprised her since she didn't know she liked them until you did.

After a while, your hand moved to her breast and grabbed a handful. It was the right size, in your opinion, just barely covered by your hand. You rubbed her breast slowly, and then you pushed her to the futon. You licked and suck her breasts alternately, using her quiet sighs and hums to know whether you're doing alright or not.

After a while, Midori opened her legs. "I'm ready," Midori said while beckoning you. Both of you groan as you entered her. Her eyes blazed as she urged him, "John-sama, make me your woman." You started thrusting into her tight pussy with small thrusts, not wanting to cum before you even started.

After you're comfortable with the pacing, you build up a steady tempo, thrusting in and out of her. All the while, Midori hummed, trying to prevent her guttural sounds of pleasure from escaping her lips, probably mindful of people outside. However, the loud smacking sounds made by your hip meeting her hip were contradictions of that attempt, even as Midori thrusted hers to meet yours eagerly.

Eventually, you find yourself approaching your crescendo. Meanwhile, Midori mewled with each of your thrust as you keep hammering into her with abandon. "I'm going to come, John-sama." she whispered.

"Please do. Come for me."

The command was what Midori was waiting for. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as her body stiffened with the orgasm you caused her. Meanwhile, you felt her pussy contract around your dick, and then it clammed down hard on you. However, you keep pushing in and out of her as you're nearing your own release. Instinctively, Midori's legs locked behind your back as you thrust into her one last time. "MIDORI!" you grunted out loud, not really caring if anyone hear it.

While Midori was content with being quiet with your copulation, and you indulged her, that moment was so overwhelming that you just followed what your instinct told you to do.

You lay on top of her, shifting your weight so as not to crush her. "Midori, that was incredible," you tell your partner. Spent of all your seeds, your dick remained in her womb, semi-placid.