Kissing the Homies Goodnight

 

"Alright, one more time but more emphasis at the end!"

Sighing under your breath, you nod at Bon and reset the backing track, signaling to the poor girl in the recording booth that you're starting over. It's been five hours sitting in this same chair at the studio, and all the lights on the panel in front of you are starting to blur together. You can't even imagine how exhausted the aspiring idol must be after a few dozen takes. As the pop song begins playing for the umpteenth time, you watch Bon in the reflection off the glass, bouncing along to the music behind you.

"Yeah, this is the one! I can feel it!" she cheers, running up behind you and leaning over, "What if we just..."

You freeze immediately as Bon reaches over your shoulder to fiddle with the soundboard, her soft breasts pressed firmly against the back of your neck and threatening to swallow your head. With her body so close to yours, you can smell her perfume as she fiddles with the knobs, followed immediately by the overwhelming scent of beer. Her hot breath wisps past your ear, making your cheeks flush red, but she doesn't seem to notice your nervousness and continues adjusting the track as you panic internally. The song is only two and a half minutes long, but it feels like an eternity with Bon's tits holding you hostage in the chair, unable to move an inch lest she pulls away or berates you. 

"There that's perfect! I think that's it!" Bon exclaims as the song ends, standing back upright and clapping her hands onto your shoulders, "Thank you Yuki! You're done!"

The girl in the recording booth waves goodbye before leaving, her feet dragging as she walks out the door to leave you alone with your producer. 

"I should get going too, it's pretty late," you mumble, rising to your feet with some effort. 

"Nonsense, we just recorded our first hit single together! We'll do some touch ups in post, but this is a cause for celebration!" Bon grins, wrapping an arm around your neck to pull you close, "Come on, I'm buying."

You can feel the outline of your producer's bra against your cheek as she holds your face to her sweater puppies, and you just can't find it in you to say no. Free drinks with a hot lady? You've never been one for going out in the past, but not even you could be dumb enough to pass this up. Spending the day redoing the same take over and over might have been some kind of unusual torture, so maybe this was her way of making it up to you.

"Alright, I'll go!" you stammer, managing to pull yourself free before it becomes too hard to walk, "I guess I can stay up a bit longer..."

"Great! I know a little place down the street, we'll get smashed there!"

Watching Bon throw on her jacket, you make your way to the door and hold it open for her, unsure if you'll be drinking as much as she plans to. You still have quite a bit of work to do on the song, and a splitting headache usually doesn't help the process. 

"Oh, such a gentleman..." she purrs, hooking her arm through yours and leading you out the door, "Your mother certainly taught you how to treat a lady."

"I just- Um..." you stutter in reply, not sure how to respond. Is there a line she's looking for? 

"Don't be so nervous!" Bon laughs as you fall apart, "Come on, it's just down here."

A short, awkward walk later and you find yourself in a Japanese style restaurant with private rooms, Bon waving at the hostess and dragging you along to what seems to be her usual spot. Taking her shoes off before stepping through the door, she motions for you to do the same and you're unsure if you can go through with this. It's been a long day, after all, and you don't want to smell up the room with dirty socks.

"Maybe I should just head home..." you mumble, letting out a cry as Bon pulls you down and begins prying off your shoes.

"You know, it's bad manners to let a girl drink alone," she scolds, placing your shoes neatly next to hers and folding her jacket, "And as your superior, I'm obligated to get to know my employee better!"

"Fine, I'll stay," you grumble, kneeling awkwardly at the low table, "What should we get to drink-"

"Irasshaimase! Welcome back, Bon-san, the usual?" a waitress asks, appearing from nowhere just outside the door.

"Yeah, but double meat!" Bon replies, sitting cross legged beside you, "And bring a bottle of sake!"

Bowing politely, the waitress closes the door to the room and leaves you alone with your boss. Staring down at the table, you try to think of something to say, but you have a feeling that if you asked what was really on your mind you'd probably end up fired.

"You look like your head's about to explode," Bon chuckles punching you lightly on the arm, "Don't think of me as your boss, I'm just one of the guys. Your bro."

"I-I'll try," you stammer, looking over at her and seeing her grin.

"Yeah? Alright then bro, how long you been in the music biz?"

Bon's question finally gives you something to think about other than her tits being pressed against your body, and you sit up a bit as you answer.

"Well, officially, not that long. This is my first real project that I'm getting paid for, but I've done a lot of personal stuff for fun growing up," you explain, pausing as the door opens once more and the waitress sets two giant pitchers of beer on the table, followed by two glasses.

"Those are what you sent in your application, right? The music you made for those, what, H-games?" Bon asked, pouring you a mug and placing it in front of you.

"Yeah, I suppose. I didn't know they were going to be so graphic, they just gave me some examples of what they wanted it to sound like."

"Be careful, these are hot!" the waitress interrupts, placing a tray with various sizzling skewers of meat onto the table, as well as a black bottle with two small cups, "If you need anything else, just ring the bell!"

As soon as the door closes, Bon takes her own mug of beer and turns to face you, raising it up.

"Alright! Before we go on, it's time to salute our success!" she exclaims, urging you to pick up your glass, "Ready? One, two, three! Kanpai!"

Matching her movements, you clink your glass against hers and take a slow sip, watching with growing horror as she gulps down the entire contents in a matter of seconds. 

"Aaah... Nothing like a cold one with the boys," she sighs, noticing you still nursing your drink, "What is this, you call this drinking? Swallow that down!"

"Wait, but I can't-" you protest before Bon raises the bottom of your glass, forcing you to drink or have it spill all over your clothes. Thankfully she doesn't tip it over completely all at once, and you manage to keep it from staining your shirt by letting it pour down your throat.

"What the hell? You could have drowned me!" you sputter, slamming your mug back onto the table.

"Oh relax, you swallowed that like a cheerleader at a frat party," Bon chuckles, refilling both your glasses, "Come on, let's go again!"

The two of you spend the next thirty minutes downing beer after beer with the occasional meat skewer until only half a pitcher is left. Reaching over the table for the black ceramic bottle, you suddenly lose your balance and lurch forward, just barely catching yourself before you smack your face on the table. 

"Haha, party foul!" Bon laughs, slapping you on the back and leaving her hand for just a couple seconds too long and making you shiver, "You think you're ready for the harder stuff?"

"Yyeah, it's juss some socky, right?" you slur, wrapping your hand around the neck of the bottle, "If you can drink it, then, uh... Then..."

"God, you're such a lightweight. Here, eat some of these, you'll feel better," she sighs, placing a few skewers in front of you and taking the bottle, "If you finish one, then you can have another drink."

"Okayyy MOM," you blurt out, taking a bite defiantly. Who does she think she is, giving you orders? Your boss? Chewing on a piece of grilled chicken liver, you watch as Bon downs two small cups of sake, unable to keep your eyes off of her heaving breasts every time she throws her head back. 

"Oh yeahh, that's the stuff!" Bon gasps, reaching across your plate for another meat skewer. It seems that you're not the only one affected by the alcohol however, and you spit out your drink as she falls face first into your lap.

"Heyy, what's this guy doin' down here?" she laughs drunkenly, nuzzling your crotch, "Hellooooo, anybody home?"

"Maybe we sh- Maybe we should uh, go home?" you mumble, too stunned to move. Bon's steamy breath on your pants is starting to make your cock swell, and you're torn between letting her continue and doing the right thing. 

"You wanna take me home, huh? Get me in bed?" Bon giggles, pulling herself up by your shirt, "Bit early to be looking for a promotion, isn't it?"

"N-no, that's not what I meant! I just- I think you-" you stutter as she hangs onto your shoulders, the weight of her body tipping you over onto your back.

"You think I'm what?" she murmurs, face inches from your own, "You think I'm a failure like all the others? Because I've been at this for years with nothing to show for it?"

Bon's chest presses against yours as she stares down at you, her thigh rubbing idly between your legs and making it impossible to think straight.

"No, I just... I think you're really pretty," you reply, feeling your cheeks starting to burn. It was such a stupid, cheesy line, there's no way she-

Before you can finish your thought, Bon sprawls out against your body and presses her lips to yours, her arms wrapping carefully around your neck. You can taste the meat and beer on her tongue as it pushes its way into your mouth, but you don't mind; it's not like you know what it's supposed to taste like. 

"I don't, uh, I don't think you're supposed to kiss your bros," you gasp when she finally pulls away, "Right?"

"Of course you are, it's how you know you're true bros," she replies, biting your bottom lip gently, "Maybe you just haven't had enough good homies."

She's not wrong, but you don't want to admit that while she's wrestling your tongue with hers. You can feel her smiling against your lips as she continues to rub her thigh against your crotch, and you wonder if you should be doing something as well. Your hands feel so awkward and useless down at your sides, so you bring them up to rest them on her lower back, sliding one carefully upwards. Then a little more... Now just work it to the front without her noticing...

"You like these, huh?" Bon murmurs, breaking the kiss and propping herself up over you, "You've been staring at them all night."

Sliding up a bit, she lets them hang directly over your face and shakes them a bit, your eyes locked on each mound as they sway.

"Naw, I um, I just thought that maybe uh, you know in the studio there was this..." you ramble incoherently, just trying to fill the silence. Maybe if you just keep talking forever, she'll forget that you were staring...

"Do you want to touch them?" she asks, cutting you off abruptly. You very much would, yes, but you can't find the words, only giving a silent nod.

"Alright, give me your hand," Bon instructs, and you raise your hand slowly, the alcohol in your brain convincing you that if you move too fast, you'll scare her off. Wordlessly, she holds you by the wrist and guides your hand carefully to her breast until it rests in your palm. It's heavier than you'd imagined, but incredibly soft and your fingers sink into her sweater as you squeeze lightly.

"Thanks, um, thanks bro..." you mumble, completely entranced by Bon's tits. This was something you'd always dreamt about since starting this job, but you never imagined you'd be here, feeling them like this.

"Hey, no problem bro," Bon giggles, straddling your lap and pulling you upright, "Here, you'll like this even better."

Holding you by the wrist again, she brings your hand lower and slides it beneath her sweater, guiding it back up to her chest and letting you feel the heat of her body and smooth skin. You can feel your erection straining in your trousers as your boss lets you feel her up, and soon she does as well.

"Oh, look who woke up!" Bon smiles, grinding down against the bulge in your pants, "Got a present for me?"

You reflexively try to make an excuse and pull away, but your hand is still trapped inside her sweater and her hips pin you forcefully against the floor as she rubs against your cock. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Bon growls playfully, gripping you with her thighs, "There's no running from a cougar, silly."

"If you're a cougar, what does that make me?" you ask, shivering beneath her. 

"My prey, of course," she replies, leaning in close and biting your neck lightly. The two of you gradually fall back onto the floor as you fondle each other, her hand sneaking its way down to your crotch and cupping the tent in your pants. Even through the fabric, her touch feels infinitely better than anything you ever did to yourself, toys included. Catching each gasp of yours in her mouth, Bon circles her palm over the tip of your cock just enough to bring you to the edge, then pulls away before you make a mess in your pants. After a few more minutes of heavy making out, she sits up over you slips her hands behind her back to undo her bra, tossing it aside but leaving her sweater on.

"Do you want to see them?" Bon teases, grinning down at you. You nod frantically, and watch as she slowly pulls her top up, the bottoms of her tits barely peeking into view before she stops.

"Come on, ask nicely," she smirks, rubbing her damp panties against your crotch, "Unless you don't really want to see..."

"Please, boss, can I see your um... Can I see your tits?" you groan, pushing your hips up to meet hers. There's a lot more you'd like to do than just see them, but getting an eyeful is more than enough for now.

"Alright, well, since you asked so politely..." Bon laughs, pulling her sweater over her head and letting her breasts fall free. They bounce a bit as she moves, hanging slightly from the weight but still perky enough to hold their shape. With her sweater completely off, you get a better look at her midriff and notice how tight it is, her abs just barely visible on her stomach.

"Oh, your glass is empty! I'm being such a bad host," she remarks playfully, picking up the half empty pitcher, "Here, make sure you finish your drink."

Before you can try to explain that there's no way you could drink any more, Bon tips the pitcher above her chest, letting beer spill onto her skin and down her breasts, splattering onto your shirt and the ground beside you. Not wanting to be an ungrateful guest, you rise up again and grab her tits with both hands, dragging your tongue along them as she empties the pitcher on herself. Squeezing and licking her bountiful mounds, you clean up every last trace of beer with your mouth as Bon sighs happily, her fingers running through your hair and guiding you to her nipple. 

"Make sure you get it all..." she whispers, pulling you tighter and gasping when you flick your tongue against her nub. The faint taste of beer disappears within a few seconds, but whenever you make the slightest movement, her nails dig into your scalp and force you back into place. Not that you really mind, sucking and licking at your boss's breasts is like a dream come true and you're more than happy to spend the rest of the night right here. You can feel her nipple hardening as you trace your tongue around it, and after half a minute of intense flicking, she clutches at your shoulders and begins to shake uncontrollably.

"Okay mister, don't you think you're a little overdressed for this party?" she pants, prying your mouth away and hooking her fingers in your tie, loosening it before pulling it over your head. You try to keep her hands away from your shirt buttons, but you lose control of your limbs when she leans over and sticks her tongue in your ear. Grabbing you by the shirt, Bon lowers you gently as she swirls her tongue, undoing your shirt while you shudder beneath her until you're completely bare chested.

"That's better, but we should really get you out of those wet pants..." Bon giggles, kissing down your neck lightly.

"What wet pan-" you ask, but before you can finish, Bon slides off your lap and pours the bottle of sake where she was just sitting, soaking your pants completely.

"Come on bro, get those pants off," she instructs, undoing your belt, "Can't have you walking around with wet clothes."

"Wait, but we're not walking anywh- You did that on purpose!" you protest, trying to squirm away. With Bon's fingers hooked into the waist of your pants, though, you end up helping her strip you down, backed up against the wall with a pair of booze soaked boxers.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my hand simply slipped," Bon replies, stalking forward on her hands and knees while licking her lips. With nowhere to go, you shiver like a frightened rabbit as Bon reaches into the front of your boxers and pulls your cock free, immediately closing her lips around it. The inside of her mouth feels like you just fell into a hot tub, warm and wet with her tongue swirling around your length, and you chew on your bottom lip as she takes you deeper, her nose bumping against your pelvis as she swallows you completely. You can feel her tongue pressed firmly against the underside as she begins to move her head, and you clench your fists nervously, unsure what to do.

"Alright, I think you got- ah.. got it all..." you gasp, an all too familiar sensation building with every bob of her head. Bon keeps her lips wrapped tight around your cock, however, her only response a low moan that sends vibrations along your length. You try to warn her of what's coming, but you lose the words as soon as your balls tense up, a long spurt of cum hitting the back of Bon's throat a second later as you groan incoherently. Your boss's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden mouthful, but she swallows it down almost immediately and pulls her lips back until only the head remains in her mouth, sucking eagerly for more. Wrapping two fingers at the base of your shaft, Bon strokes you frantically to milk you of your seed, each new helping landing on her tongue before disappearing down her throat. 

After three or so heavy loads, you finally run dry and collapse against the wall, your softening cock slipping free of Bon's lips. You're pretty sure this is how people get fired, but that's a future problem. Right now all you want is more of whatever that was.

"Was that your first blowjob?" Bon teases, crawling up your body and bring her face close.

"Of course not!" you lie, giving what you hope is an indignant look. 

"Oh, my bad bro. I'm sure you've nailed tons of girls," she laughs, holding you by the back of your neck and bringing her lips to yours. You meet her kiss at first, but when she forces her tongue into your mouth you can taste your own cum, making you pull away and cough.

"What the fuck! That's disgusting!" you exclaim, trying to spit out the flavor of your seed. No matter how much you try to get it out of your mouth, it continues to coat your tongue with salty slime.

"Sorry, I forgot," Bon snickers, her eyes narrowing as she grins, "Here, wash your mouth out with this."

Reaching for the bottle of sake again, Bon brings it to her lips and takes a large swig, pressing her lips to yours once more and angling your head back. You let out a muffled cry in surprise, but you have no choice but to gulp down the alcohol as she feeds it to you, swallowing every last drop until only her tongue remains in your mouth.

"There, is that better?" she chuckles as she pulls free, "Bet it doesn't taste like cum anymore."

"It's... better, I guess," you grumble, still upset about having had it in your mouth at all, "I'm not gonna forget it though."

Bon takes a second to think, looking off to the side, then turns back to you with a wide grin and an idea. Picking your loosened tie off the floor, she slips it back over your head and tightens it around your neck like a leash, pulling you forward onto your hands and knees as she walks back.

"I know what'll get the taste out of your mouth," she grins, sitting on the edge of the table and spreading her legs apart. As her thighs open up, you can see a pair of black panties covering her slit, thoroughly soaked from both her excitement and the sheer amount of drinks spilled all over the two of you.

"Come here," Bon commands, pulling you by your tie until your face is inches from her panties, "Don't get the wrong idea from this, I'm just trying to help you get that taste out of your mouth."

Nodding sheepishly, you watch as Bon pulls her underwear to the side, exposing her dripping pussy. You've never done anything like this before either, but instinct takes over and you lean forward with half lidded eyes, running your tongue against her slit. Shuffling in on your knees, you wrap your arms underneath Bon's thighs as you bury your face between them, lapping eagerly at your boss's snatch as she falls back onto the table, panting heavily. True to her promise, the more you lick at her folds, the less the taste of your own cum lingers on your tongue, and soon you don't taste anything at all. You can hear Bon moaning above you, but when you try to look up at her all you can see are her breasts rising and falling as she breathes heavily.

As you explore Bon's pussy with your tongue, you notice a hardened nub at the top that makes her body jerk every time you touch it and focus your efforts there. You hope you're doing it right, but judging by Bon's shuddering waist you seem to be on the right track. After a few minutes of trying various techniques, using the tip of your tongue to flick it, flattening your tongue, tracing the alphabet, Bon hooks her ankles together behind your head and pulls you in forcefully, mashing herself against your face as she shakes, letting out a stifled moan. You try to keep up your efforts, but all you can do is hold your tongue out as Bon grinds against it, using you as a toy to get herself off. 

Bon's thighs suddenly turn into a vice and squeeze your skull, her whole body convulsing and keeping your face trapped against her pussy as she orgasms. Even with her legs pressed firmly against your ears you can still hear her crying out, her body falling limp and letting you drop to the floor soon after.

"Fuck, that was good..." Bon sighs, her legs still trembling, "Do that again and you'll never lose your job."

Wiping her juices from your mouth, you stare up at the ceiling for a bit and take a moment to recover. On one hand, having job security is always a good thing, but on the other, you were hoping that it might be because you were good at working with music.

"So, uh, what is my job exactly?" you ask, still flat on the floor.

"Your job is to make your boss happy, now come back up here and fulfill your duty," Bon commands, propping herself up on her elbows and eventually sitting upright. Rising to your knees, you shuffle over to the table and yelp in surprise as you're pulled forward by your tie into a kiss, Bon's free hand reaching down to stroke your half hard cock back to life. Her swirling tongue and gentle touch quickly have you at full mast once again, and before you can do anything else, Bon hooks her feet behind your waist and begins to pull you closer, her hand aiming your length into her depths. 

You gasp into Bon's mouth as your cock sinks deeper, the overwhelming sensation of tight warmth surrounding you and spreading throughout your waist. Placing one hand your hip, your boss guides you slowly back and forth, letting you get accustomed to the motion before relaxing her grip. 

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" you mumble against Bon's lips, your hips slapping against hers as you begin to pick up the pace.

"J-just fuck me, bro," she moans, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. You can feel her soft tits pressed against your chest as you hammer into her, and every so often her limbs tense around your neck and waist as she clings to you. You know you're not going to last long at this pace but your body just doesn't want to slow down, the familiar tingle building up inside every time you bottom out inside your boss. Desperate to stave off your fast approaching orgasm, you try to think anything other than the tanned bombshell currently pulling your cock into her, or her pillowy breasts bouncing as you fuck her. Unfortunately, nothing else manages to break through and you gasp out a quick warning before the point of no return.

"Finish on my face!" Bon gasps, letting go of you to fall back onto the table, "Right between these..."

Seeing Bon sticking out her tongue while squeezing her tits together almost sets you off right then and there, but you miraculously manage to scramble into place at the last second. Sliding your twitching cock between her sweat soaked breasts, you give a few erratic thrusts before the dam finally breaks and streaks of white land on Bon's upturned face. Licking her lips with a smile, she catches as much cum as she can as it flies out, the last few spurts pooling on her neck and chest.

"Wow, you really let out a ton," Bon giggles, looking up at you with one eye, the other glued closed, "Got any more in the tank?"

"Maybe? Just... just give me a minute," you gasp, rolling onto your back beside her, "I need a drink."

The room suddenly turns dark as Bon's grinning face appears over yours, the black ceramic bottle in her hand. 

"Yeah? Say 'ahhh...'"