Responsibility

 You don't consider yourself a heavy drinker, but after the trip you've had the highball glass practically sings to you. Holding your head in your hands, staring at the hotel bar countertop, you wonder how long the mechanic will need to fix your car. You didn't even see what it was that you ran over, practically ripping a gash along the underside of your Saab. Finishing off your glass of you're not even sure what you ordered, you signal the bartender for another when you hear the doors open behind you and a loud shrill voice ask for service. You turn around to see two men in suits and a short petite girl wearing what you assume to be a military uniform. She's wearing a black beret, and her hair is gray with black streaks. You turn away and try to ignore her but her shrill voice makes it difficult. Before you can get back to your drink, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around to see the girl right next to you.

"You! Peasant! I wish to speak to you privately!" she barks out, her bodyguards on either side of her like statues. 

"Huh? Uhh, okay?" you mutter, slightly annoyed at the interruption. Hopefully your drink will be here when you get back from whatever it is she wants.

"We talk in your room! Nobody else can hear!" she chirps, turning sharply and marching out into the lobby as you follow silently. You let her lead you to the elevator, then watch her silently pout, realizing that she doesn't know where to go from here. Sighing under your breath, you hit the button for your floor. As the elevator slowly rumbles, you glance over at the strict looking girl. She's standing almost at attention with a serious look on her face but she's still pretty cute, you think to yourself. The elevator door opens, and you walk down the hallway to your room, with the uniformed girl practically on your heels. As you stop in front of your door, you hear your tag-a-long order her bodyguards to stay outside and watch the hallway. They start to argue, but a stern look from their charge stops them. 

You swipe your keycard on the lock and step inside, inviting her in with a gesture. You watch her step past you and close the door, noting an instant change in her posture.

"Oh my fucking god, finally" she sighs, sitting on the bed and tossing her beret onto a chair. Her voice seems to drop three octaves without her bodyguards in earshot. "You have no idea how long I've been stuck with those two. They're very good at their job but I need a fucking moment to myself sometimes"

You're not really sure what to say, still standing near the door. 

"So, what did you need to talk about?" you ask cautiously, watching her unbutton her jacket and undo her tie.

"Talk? Oh, nothing, I just needed to relax for a bit. You have anything to drink?"

"Besides water? I have some alcohol but how old even are you?" you dig through your luggage, pulling out a bottle of Russian Standard from under a shirt.

"Old enough to drink in my country" she replies casually, not exactly filling you with confidence.

"Yeah, I don't know about this. I could get in a lot of trouble if I get caught" 

"Stop being a pussy and pour me a drink, my throat is killing me from doing that voice all day" she snaps. You shrug and oblige her, pouring a lowball glass half full of vodka and hand it to her. You watch her knock it back immediately, the glass making a solid thud against the table as she puts it back down. 

You pour yourself a glass and refill hers, sitting in the singular chair placed in the corner of the room. 

"What did you even have in mind here? You're lucky I'm not some weirdo who wants to hurt you"

"I'm not too worried about that" she runs a hand under her armpit, feeling for something. "I have my own protection besides those guys outside"

"Well I suppose that's thinking ahead" you try to make small talk, taking a deep drink from your glass. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Yoro Yoyo from Yoyomania. But you can just call me Yoro" she finishes her second vodka, pulling her loosened tie off her neck and throwing it to the side.

"Alright Yoro, I don't mind you hanging out here for a while, you want to watch a movie or something?" You lean over to grab the remote, turning on the TV. 

"Sure, anything's better than goose stepping around out there" Yoro hops off the bed and moves over to you, sitting on the arm of the chair.

"So what do you do in your country? You look pretty important" you ask, looking up at her.

"I'm supreme dictator" she replies casually, making you raise an eyebrow.

"Supreme dictator? At your age?"

"Sometimes you're just born into a position" she mumbles into her glass. Two more drinks and half a movie later you notice Yoro has started leaning against you more and more. Wiggling your arm up and out from under her, you rest it on the back of the chair.

"Hey... let me get another drink..." her head slowly falls onto your shoulder and you can feel her breath on your neck. 

"You sure?" you reach over for the bottle, trying not to move too much. You place the glasses off to the side and just share sips from the source. Yoro eventually falls off the arm of the chair and into your lap and you reflexively wrap an arm around her midsection. She doesn't say anything but you can feel her relax and sink into you. Resting your hand on her side, you feel her start to slide her hand over yours and intertwine your fingers. Squeezing her hand lightly, you lean down and kiss the top of her head as she rests it on your chest. A short time after, you hear her soft breaths as she drifts off against you. Not wanting to wake her up, you settle in and close your eyes, listening to her slowly inhale and exhale. 

Some time later, you wake up to the feeling of her shifting and stretching out against your body. 

"Sleep well?" you yawn, squeezing her lightly in your arms.

"Yeah, that was great. Sorry for passing out on you" she murmurs, twisting around to face you, her lithe body pressed up against yours. She is impossibly cute, and you find yourself slightly flustered as she buries her face into your chest.

"So how long are you in town here? You seem like you're headed somewhere" you ask, stroking her hair softly.

"I have a big meeting tomorrow but I don't have anything important to do today" she replies, sitting up slightly. "Why, do you want me to leave?"

"No! I mean, no, the opposite. I was hoping you'd be around for a while"

"Oh. I guess I can stick around here longer" she looks away slightly, you can see a slight tinge of red on her cheeks. "You got anything to eat?"

"Not really but we can get room service if you want" you stretch over to grab a menu from the table. 

One phone call later, you sit on the edge of the bed and throw the menu back.

"Alright, it'll be about an hour before the food gets here" you announce, watching Yoro pull her boots off and place them in the corner. You find yourself staring, admiring her smart uniform that hugs her figure. Placing her coat neatly with her boots, she moves back to sit on the edge of the bed next to you.

"So you want to watch another mo-" before she can finish, you lean in and kiss her. She lets out a startled squeak but doesn't pull away, her hand gripping your shirt. 

"Sorry, I..." you mumble, pulling away a bit. You feel her fall against you, her lips clumsily pressing against yours. Her belt buckle digs into your hip, but you leave it alone, not wanting to ruin the moment. Her hands lightly claw at your sides, breath turning ragged. You feel her bite your lip softly and you slip your hands slightly up the back of her shirt. 

"I've never..." she whispers, pulling away slightly.

"Do you want to stop?" you ask, rubbing her lower back. She shakes her head and you can see her cheeks flush red. Holding her close, you lie back on the bed and pull her with you. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as Yoro runs her hands up your chest and slide a leg between yours. 

You lose track of time, just endlessly making out, both you and her slowly losing clothes as time goes by. Yoro starts kissing your neck and you close your eyes, letting her do what she wants. Relaxing into the bed, you feel her crawling down your torso and pulling your shirt up, kissing down your stomach and undoing your belt. Tugging your pants down, she slips a hand up the leg of your boxers, rubbing your growing cock to life. Sitting up and opening your eyes, you watch her rest her cheek against the tent in your undershorts, still rubbing and squeezing the base. Giving the tip a kiss, she slowly pulls it through the hole in the front and takes a second to take you in.

"So this is what a dick looks like" she marvels, tracing her tongue slowly along the underside of the head, elliciting a sharp gasp from you. Her hand inside your boxers runs down to your balls, squeezing them lightly as she kisses up and down along your shaft. Her handiwork squeezes out a drop of precum from the tip which she laps up enthusiastically.

"Strange taste... but I don't hate it" she comments, wrapping her lips over the head, sucking softly. Feeling her slide her lips down inch by inch, you let out a soft sigh, placing a hand on her head and pushing down gently as your fingers slip through her hair. You hear her gag slightly as the head of your cock touches the back of her throat and let her pull off. 

"Sorry" you apologize, a string of saliva connecting your cock and her lips. She shakes her head and goes back to work, taking you back into her mouth. Her sucking and stroking isn't very methodical but it is very enthusiastic, and soon she has you arching your hips up and panting. Before you can warn her, a streak of cum jets out from the tip, hitting the back of her throat. She pulls off, coughing slightly, the rest of your load landing on her cheek and collarbone. As your orgasm dies down, you look down at her wiping her cheek with her hand and licking it clean. 

"I hope that felt good, I've never done it before..." she falls next to you, cuddling close.

"It was great, Yoro. Thank you" you hold her face gently in your hands and kiss her, slowly making your way down her neck and torso, reaching behind her to undo her bra and kiss across her chest. She covers up slightly, turning red again.

"Sorry, I don't have big tits or anything..." she mumbles, looking away. You just pull her hands away and plant kisses repeatedly across her chest, tracing your tongue across a nipple and flicking it softly. Her hands fall onto your shoulders, squeezing and digging her nails in slightly as you plant your lips squarely onto her chest, sucking and licking playfully. You make your way down her torso, kissing down her midriff to her waist and hooking your fingers through her panties and pulling them down slowly. Pulling her legs over your shoulders, you run your tongue slowly across her slit. Hearing her gasp, you slowly start licking methodically, burying your tongue inside her. Her legs squeeze and spasm around your head as you work your tongue into her snatch, tracing random symbols inside her. Focusing your attention at the top, you flatten your tongue and lap steadily and hear her moaning, her legs tightening around your head like a vice. Taking it as a sign you're doing something right, you work your tongue faster and your reward is a shriek as you feel her entire body tense up and shake. Kissing her thighs as she pants, you make your way back up to rest next to her. 

"Wow, that was amazing" she pants, her chest heaving as she recovers, resting her head on your shoulder. Her hand makes its way down to your waist and strokes your half hard cock back to full length, squeezing the base. 

"Can... Can you..." she stutters, burying her face in your neck. 

"Of course" you reply, squeezing her tight in your arms before you roll over on top of her, propping yourself up as you rub the length of your cock against her pussy. Pulling her legs apart slightly, you lean down to kiss her softly as you push in gently, meeting a bit of resistance and breaking through as she whimpers underneath you. Letting her adjust, you kiss her neck and shoulder until she wraps her arms and legs around you and whispers that she's ready. Rocking your hips slowly, you drive in and out of her steadily. She's still tight, but you feel her relaxing as you work yourself as deep as you can. Her hands clutch and claw at your back as you bottom out inside her, her teeth sinking into your skin. 

"Faster, you can go faster" she murmurs, still clinging to you. You kiss her cheek and rock your hips faster, driving as deep as you can with each thrust. A short time later you feel her shaking and squeezing you again before collapsing. Pulling out slowly, you kiss behind her ear and roll her onto her stomach, propping her hips up as you kneel behind her and rub the head of your cock against her soaked pussy before pushing back inside. You hear her moan into the pillow as every inch makes its way in and you hold yourself inside completely for a moment before gripping her waist and moving again. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room as you pound her faster than before, her moans and screams muffled by the pillow. You move one hand to squeeze her cute butt, then rub your thumb over her backdoor, working it in little by little as you bury your cock inside. Eventually you start feeling a familiar tingle as you plow her and you squeeze her hips a bit tighter as you try to stave off the inevitable. It proves futile, and you end up bottoming out inside her once again and blasting what feels like the entirety of your bodily fluids deep into her womb. You lean over her, hugging her tight from behind as you finish filling her up, then fall over together, cuddled up and exhausted. Pulling the sheets over the both of you, you kiss the back of her shoulder and you both drift off to sleep.

You wake up alone in the bed and look around the room for Yoro. Before you can get up the door opens and she walks in fully clothed with her bodyguards. 

"Is everything okay?" You query, still on the high from earlier.

"Oh! Yeah! Well, good news, bad news. Which one you want first?" she replies, once again utilizing her higher pitched voice.

"Bad news I guess?"

"Bad news is I have to leave for Yoyomania immediately and no meeting tomorrow. Good news is you're coming with me and we're now engaged" 

The last thing you see is a sack being thrown over your face.

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