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WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, which depicts impossible, dark fantasies and themes. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and are no true reflection of the people, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own any of the people etc referenced in this story. All characters are 18 years or older in this story.
Starring: Saiki Atsumi
The Fulfiller – Volume 1
An erotic hypnosis celebrity fan-fiction story.
by DaxG2001 ([email protected])
Codes: Dub-con, hypno, MF, oral, inter.
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There are rumours, there are urban legends, and then there’s the mystery of The Fulfilled. A mysterious website that is hidden away at the far less explored corner of even beyond the regular Internet that promises, without explaining how it's done, to ‘fulfil’ desires. They say that by supplying only your e-mail, the name of a famous, known woman you desire the most and their occupation, two weeks later will get that same beauty in a full-blown almost porno-level sex tape. The name of the site, and seemingly of the man who makes these videos, is only known as The Fulfilled.
Of course, like all good urban legends, there are rules to this game. Firstly, it seems that only ever requests for Asian women are carried out. Seemingly Japanese beauties are the focal point but there have been claims that some K-Pop starlets' fans got these spicy vids as well. The second, being only well-known public figures are used. Meaning anyone from singers, actresses, models, cosplayers and even professional wrestlers is fair game which is more than a healthy spread. The third and perhaps just as important fact was that these video files are sent as extremely encrypted formats. Preventing them from being uploaded or shared anywhere and to the point that somehow even screen recording, through software or even with a camera to the monitor, there’s backdoor detection that renders the file as good as deleted or never existing in the first place.
But if the footage can’t be seen, does it even exist? And why would someone go to the trouble of making such videos with stunning, celebrity women? Never mind how they’d get these beauties to do such a thing in the first place. Such is the mystery of The Fulfilled…
It doesn’t stop horny men, and maybe some women too, from making suggestions for their desires to be fulfilled. Such as this latest one…
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Backstage after a live performance by the J-Rock band BAND-MAID...
“Excuse me, you cannot be…”
“Yeah, sure.” The Fulfiller said, speaking in perfect Japanese back to the security guard as he lifted a device that appeared to be similar to a lengthy smartphone or similar device but with some extra tech and metal around the edges. Using it to flash a bright light into the eyes of the Japanese security guard in the corridor. “I have the official passes to be a member of the press backstage, and you will let me pass.” The young white man in his early 20s decided for him. Standing out not just by being a Westerner. He had the appearance of almost a stereotypical Otaku. Messy hair, stubble over his chin, a baggy T-shirt of an anime waifu and creased jeans.
“...Go right ahead, Sir.” The dazed guard said, standing frozen and blinking as his mind processed the new information.
“Good.” The other man said, quickly tapping to bring up a pre-programmed set of instructions before hitting a button on the device’s screen. “You will forget you ever encountered me and continue your duties.” He said, before passing by the guard and moving down the hallway. “Next time I should just hypnotise more people and set up a full interview and room. Oh well. Need to switch things up a bit anyway.” He said to himself as he approached a door.
The man who had nicknamed himself The Fulfiller had started up this website not that long ago after he’d come into contact with this device. A piece of technology that was able to hypnotise any target and allow changes and alterations to their thoughts, memories and current mindset from personality, emotions and even sexual desires. By total chance, stumbling across two apparent rivals who had their dualling tech and views about how it should be used and ended up rendering one another into a trance at the same time. He just stepped in, took their tech to use it for himself and after a week, reaped the rewards of their hard work to steal for himself. Granted, it led to a slight paper trail from his experience back then, hence the need to bail countries but out here with a lifestyle hidden away from the world, he could easily live without suspicious or anyone caring how he lived and had income without even doing a real job, let alone leaving his home much.
So this website had become sort of a hobby for him. A nice thrill of using these powers not to corrupt or create a harem, but to enjoy some red hot action with some stunning celebs and then send the footage off to the lucky requester. And all that software he’d ‘inherited’ meant there was no risk of either himself being caught or any woman used in the videos having their careers, relationships etc being ruined. He might be a pervert who made people do things against their true will, but at least he had standards.
“Hey, you there.” The Fulfiller said again in fluent Japanese, getting the attention of a backstage worker as he approached. Using his hypno device on them. “Take me to Saiki Atsumi’s room. Then knock on her door and tell her management has set her up with an urgent, last-minute interview she needs to carry out.” He said as the innocent man being controlled was left with blinking eyes.
“Yes… Follow me…” The man instantly agreed, turning and leading the stranger down the corridor as The Fulfiller loaded up that excuse set-up again. Reaching a door with the words, in the native script of the Land of the Rising Sun, reading out his target’s name as the man knocked on the door. Soon peering in. “Lady Saiki? The management team has set you up with an urgent, important interview. Would you be so kind as to carry it out? They need it done today.” He said as the sound of an annoyed sigh was heard in the room before the worker stepped back and closed the door. “She will see you now.
“Good. Now continue with your work. You never met me before.” He flashed the worker’s eyes again. The other man walking away before this one smirked, popping his device away and taking out a regular, high priced and state-of-the-art smartphone as he began to film. Opening the door and stepping in, closing it behind him.
To say that Saiki Atsumi, the frontwoman and lead vocalist of the J-Rock Idol ground Band-Maid was less than happy to see this man, especially dressed as he was, was an understatement. A familiar unimpressed stare as the ‘Ice Queen’ of the group puts on during her on-stage performances cast at this stranger as she rose from a chair. Clad in the all-black attire she wears for her modern interpretation of a ‘maid’ with a black shirt, showing off only one leg as it hung down one side with a covering black top with ‘jacket’ sleeves against her slim and sexy frame. Only showing a little skin on one thigh thanks to her high, above the knees heeled boots she wore. A look topped off with a black maid’s headpiece on the top of her raven-coloured, long-haired head with a silver flower accessory at the side.
“Is this some sort of joke?” Saiki was less than happy, looking almost disgusted at the sight of this man.
“Sorry for the sudden barging in, and well, my look.” The Fulfiller lied as he used the camera to record her. “I had to rush over from my apartment over here. Sudden demands for articles, I’m sure you understand.”
“No, I don’t.” Atsumi put both hands on her slim waist. “This is very unusual, especially as I was about to get changed after the show I just performed in.”
“Well, let’s not waste your time and get this done with quickly.” He suggested, keeping one hand ready at his other pocket. Ready to haul out the device.
“Fine. I’ll give you a few minutes.” She said, eyeing him with both suspicion and a hint of disgust for his Otaku appearance.
“Well, Sai-Chan…” He said. Using that nickname made her narrow her eyes at the unprofessionalism. “You’ve changed a lot over the years. For example, you don’t even call your fans ‘Masters’ any more like some of your bandmates still do.” He said for a question that while soft, is a little on the nerve.
“It’s called maturing as an artist. I don’t think I need to explain myself too much about that.” Saiki claimed. “I don’t think the loyal fans of my band mind that. They still love us. I changed a bit, that’s all. And what kind of question is that to start with anyway?”
“Well, you said to get on with it, so I’m getting to the point.” He claimed, and his bluntness annoyed her clearly as she glared. “But speaking of that? You say you’ve changed, Sai-Chan, but it’s not all for the better now, is it?” He claimed, making this encounter quite awkward right off the bat. Like he’s barely trying and doesn’t care about offending her or anyone else, since he can ‘solve’ it with a quick flash.
“Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” An upset tone as her anger rose in her voice.
“Well, this outfit? It’s a lot less sexy than what you used to wear.” He said again, making her jaw drop in shock at daring to just say that. “I mean when you used to show off those nice legs of yours in those tights? That was hot right there!”
“OK, enough! This is stupid!” Saiki finally snapped, pointing at the door now he’d crossed the line to just talk about her looks than her career. “Get out, now. I’ll tell my management to make sure you’re banned from any show I do! If you’re
even a real journalist!”
“Hey, hey! Let’s not be hasty!” He said, stepping back put reaching into his pocket. “I’m sorry, OK? Here, let me…”
He faked like he was going to make up an excuse. Instead, whipping out his hypnosis device. A bright flash went over her angered face, and in an instant that cold, Ice Queen expression on her faded to just stare blankly ahead with no emotion. Blinking as her mind was buffering, waiting for commands to be inputted. Pausing, the man went to the door, peering out and looking down both directions to make sure no one heard her yell. And even if they did, he would just flash them and send them on their way. Going back in, he brought up the command screen of his device.
It was one thing to just control people and have them give him food, clothes, money or rent and bills-free living. But it was just as fun to turn someone from a respected celeb into a walking sex addict. Smiling as he brought up the section with ‘AROUSAL’ as the top heading. Quickly swiping the bars from ‘NORMAL’ to ‘MAX’ on several settings, before hitting the button to send them as he held the phone up again for a second, slightly duller blast of light. Leaving the Asian beauty stepping back, blinking as her eyes focused.
“You need to… N-Need to…” Her angered words faded away as she suddenly gasped. Her eyes, just glaring with that ice-cold stare moment before, now checking him out. Finding a level of attraction that she, and any other normal woman, shouldn’t have for someone of his average looks and appearance, let alone the look of a slob. “I mean… S-Sorry, I… I forgot what I was saying…” Atsumi found herself saying. Hypnotised but not strictly being controlled outright here, but this sudden lust clouded the thoughts she should have.
“Oh, don’t worry, Sai-Chan…” He grinned behind the camera, putting the device away into a pocket. “I think we both know why you invited me here…” He lied, stepping forward towards her.
Just by getting closer, her sudden desire just grew. Her eyes lingered down at a forming bulge (as he wasn’t hiding his intent to get a piece of her, even with these questionable circumstances).
“I… I don’t… W-Who are you again?” She bit down on her lower lip, as once close enough to him, she couldn’t help herself. Her hands wandered over him, getting a feel of his body that usually wouldn’t interest her in the slightest. She also didn’t seem to now notice or even register that his hand had a phone, its camera recording her and everything they were saying and about to do. Another one of the pre-set settings that were already in place before he’d altered her arousal.
“You asked for a guy who can fuck who had a huge cock, right?” He dodged her question, and his made her eyes widen with interest. “Well? Go ahead and see for yourself, Sai-Chan…” He added, using her nickname now to taunt her in a different way than the provoking he was doing before.
“Is it big?” Saiki found herself saying, and further showing how different her mindset was now thanks to this burning desire as she willingly (or as much as it was given these wicked circumstances) lowered herself down to her knees in front of him.
Her hands reached up, rather quickly undoing his belt and then lowering his pants and underwear. A gasp escaped her with wide eyes once again as she stared at his manhood. An extremely impressive (and surprising considering his rather average appearance otherwise) thick, long white cock. Already rock hard and pointing right at her face. Giving the camera a great sight of her eyes almost crossing as she took it all in.
“Bigger than what you’re used to, Sai-Chan?” The Fulfiller smirked, already knowing the answer from her not too far off from drooling stare.
“Y-Yes… So much bigger…” Atsumi said with a gasp, reaching her hand up to grip his thickness and letting out a groan of desire just from the touch. “I… I’m sorry! I’m not… I don’t usually do this!” She admitted, showing a flash of still being herself in a way to have a sense of how wrong this is. “My management has rules in place about this sort of thing being completely off limits…”
“Don’t worry, Sai-Chan. It’s just you and me, here.” He said, even with him holding a camera that, with her gazing up, she should be able to see is recording her. “So I can keep a secret if you can...”
“I c-can’t help myself! It’s so big!! I n-need to taste it!” Saiki gasped as she stroked his length. Leaning in as she stuck her tongue out. Groaning instantly as she got the taste of his white cock as her tongue traced around the head. Stroking away at the shaft with a quick pace to match how she was swirling at the crown to show off this new state of lust. As if her happiness to lick at a big dick while staring up at a phone’s camera didn’t show she wasn’t her usual self. She was staring up like she was looking through it, almost like it didn’t exist in her new mindset. “Mmmmm… So delicious! I can’t help it! I n-need more…” She groaned as she went back to running her tongue across the tip. Gliding over the slit before going around the crown once again. Squirming as she knelt and made the man she’d just been glaring and yelling at now moan out as she double-teamed his dick with swift strokes and eager lapping with her soft, wet tongue. “P-Please… Can I have a taste? J-just a little bit??” She nearly begged, but already had her lips parted in anticipation.
“Fuck yeah, you can, Sai-Chan… MMMMM…” The grinning man said and soon moaned when she all too happily pushed her mouth down onto his fat cock. “Fuck!! MMMMM… Fucking good already…” He said, watching her soft lips seal around his thickness as she began to bob her head. The long dark hair swayed and even the flower in her headpiece bounced a little as she wasn’t holding back even at this early start to the oral. Still gripping the base for strokes along the lower part while she let her mouth handle the upper inches. Smoothly travelling up until his bell-end was still past her lips before she eased down, getting close to the halfway point before moving back up to repeat the motion. “Oh fuck yes… MMMM… Fucking good already, Sai-Chan! MMMM… Guess I should have known… MMMMM! A hot fucking J-Rock Idol… MMMMM… Could give some real good head…” He sighed in delight as he enjoyed the warmth and dampness of her talented for a whole lot more than just singing mouth pumped over his rod with this quick pace. Making it seem like this was far from her first time sucking some dick, but perhaps the oral skill enhanced by the newfound need to fuck implanted by the hypnosis.
“MMMMPHHH… SHHHHHLLLKKK… MMMMM… SHHHHRRRLLLPPP…” Bobbing away, the Band-Maid lead singer only lifted her free hand off from his thigh to brush her long, dark hair back and out of the way before going back to slide up his leg and show off more of her now needy attitude. Unintentionally keeping the view clear for the camera aimed down at her for that porno POV-style shot as she plunged her gorgeous face right down onto his prick. “MMMM… SHHHHRRLLKKK… MMMMMPHHH… SHHHHRRKKK…” Getting his cock nice and slick with her spit as it dripped down his thickness, and further worked onto his skin thanks to her pumping hand at the base. Caring little for the mess she was slowly making on herself as the drool fell down her chin, hitting her clothing as she slurped away on this cock. Slightly squirming on her knees for a hint of the arousal building between her legs as she gave some oral pleasure.
“MMMMM… Yeah, suck that fucking dick… Come on… MMMM! Suck it nice and deep.” He grunted as he stared down and kept the camera steady, even with how good her mouth felt all around his shaft. Not even trying to keep his voice down, knowing he’d be able to deal with anyone who barged in or just hung around outside to find out what was going on as he made the stunning Band-Maid lead singer suck him off. “Get that hand off my dick… Let me fucking see… MMMM… You blow me like a dirty fucking maid…” He ordered, even though the hypnosis he had on her wasn’t really to force obedience on her, but knowing she was in such a state of strong lust, the likes of which she’d never experienced before, she’d be helpless to resist and give even more smoking hot footage of her acting in a far from Idol-like fashion.
Atsumi let out a groan around his dick, her eyes fluttering as her brain processed the order but soon enough her hand went from his base to grip his other leg. Those eyes then went wide when her head pushed down further, forcing the head of his cock to smack into the back of her mouth. Saliva spilt down as she sexily choked, pulling back up just to find herself driving back in despite this being far too much cock for her to handle. Fucking her stunning facial features on his manhood but just as much moaning around him as she was gagging like it unlocked a new kind of thrill she never knew she needed before. Instead of it having never actually existed until he decided to fulfil this sinful request to make her suck dick on camera – and a whole lot more still to come alongside that.
“HHHHHLLLKKK!! MMMMMPHHH! GAAAAAAAAHHH…” Choking loudly each time her mouth slid down his rod towards the base, her cheeks hollowing to suck tightly when she pulled back just for her lips to have to fight to get back wrapped around him when she ventured back down and her oral cavern got stuffed. Her mouth was put to an even better use than belting out songs like ‘Endless Story’ and ‘Different’, but she never would have done this sort of thing before, let alone to a stranger in her dressing room under her power. “GAAAAAAAAHH!! HHHHHHRRRKKK!! MMMMMMPHH!! MMMMM!!” Saliva drooled off her chin, leaving her dark top getting soaked while her saliva dripped down to his balls. So focused on trying to guzzle down all these inches that she didn’t even mind when he reached down and stroked back her hair to keep a clear view. Even going as far as to push back her headpiece back into position to further shame her as she sucked away on his big cock.
“MMMMM… So this is how the famous SAIKI uses her mouth, huh? MMMMM… You look fucking sexy… MMMM! With a big, fat fucking cock… Deep in your naughty little mouth, Sai-Chan…” He moaned out and teased her, knowing she wasn’t in the state of mind to object now to such lewd remarks. Showing off his own clear experience with Asian beauties as his thick white dick was still rock hard and able to take a lot more even from this stunner. Not showing too much concern either for her as the constant gagging was starting to make the J-Rock Idol’s eyes water up as she stared up. Not even looking directly at her, but through the screen of his phone to enjoy her gorgeous face sliding down deep to the base before easing back up as the spit dripped down. “AHHHH… And as good as this fucking head is, Sai-Chan? MMMMM… Bet you want my big fucking dick deep… MMMM FUCK… Deep somewhere else in you, right?” He was able to grunt out. If not for having to make sure the request was properly carried out, he might have been happy to just leave her sucking dick for the next hour or so.
Hearing that, she slowly lifted up and off with quite a lewd and loud moan. Gasping as she swiped saliva off her chin with the back of her hand. “P-Please! I need it!” Saiki begged, glancing between up at him (or at least his phone) and down to his dick. “I’m s-so turned on right now that I can’t stand it! I just need it!” She whined as she rose, briefly wiping her eyes.
“Good girl… Or should I say, good maid…” The Fulfiller said with a snigger before he glanced around the room. “Go clear off that make-up table there, then hop up onto it.” He instructed, but at this point, a mere suggestion was enough to direct that lust-drunk mind to get what he wanted. “Then…”
He couldn’t even get out the rest of the order when she already strutted over. A sweep of the arm sent expensive materials and make-up scattering to the floor for a questionable mess to explain later. Moving up to sit perched on the edge as she leaned back a little so her back was against the mirror. “Please! Please!! I need it!!” Atsumi whined as she spread her legs wide, showing off the high boots even more as her hand reached down and pulled her skirt to the side. Exposing her matching dark panties that, to show how turned on she was, looked notably soaked just from giving some oral. “Take me! Please! S-Stick that big, fat cock right into me! I can’t stand it! I j-just need it! Please!!” She begged, already sounding far from the usual cold ‘Ice Queen’ she is not just on stage, but was acting to him over ten minutes ago when he first barged in.
“If you insist…” He said, stepping over and getting between them. “I miss the tights, but these boots are nice and fucking sexy, Sai-Chan…” He grinned as he reached down, tugging her panties to the side to expose her smooth, damp-looking pussy as he pressed the crown of his saliva-soaked dick into her entrance. “Oh, sorry. I uh, forgot to bring any protection with me…” He lied, making her gasp and tense up as he pushed his thickness into her slot. “I hope that’s still acceptable for you, Sai-Chan…” He was enjoying using her nickname against her but only heard moans when he stuffed in. His free hand then going to hold her leg by the boot just above her knee with a rub up and down the material. Smirking as she took over the job to hold her other limb with her hand to keep her legs spread wide for him as he eased back, just to pump in and invade her soaking box.
“OOOOOOOOOOOH!!” Mouth open and eyes wide, Saiki stared in awe down at herself as she watched her tightness take the biggest cock she’s ever had in her life. Too drunk with desire to worry as she should do about being fucked bareback by a total stranger. Caring instead about how good it felt for such a fat dick to be spreading her open like this. Her love tunnel was familiar, if any Idol singer ever had sex of course, with far smaller, slimmer pricks than this fitting porn star-size of dick. “SO BIG! MMMMMM! AHHHHH! IT’S SO BIG! MMMMM! AND SO… SO GOOD!! MMMMMM! OOOOOOOOH!!” She moaned out, and already she was getting loud enough that anyone passing by outside the door would know what was going on. Her back started to slide up against the mirror behind her in response to his pumps as he wasn’t going easy on her either. Stiffly thrusting into her folds with steady pumps. Only dragging out until the crown was still in her before diving in to get her used to his vast size.
“MMMMM! FUCK… This is some fucking awesome fucking pussy right here… MMMMM! Nice and tight… Soaking fucking wet! MMMMM!” Aiming the camera right down at her crotch, knowing she was made to think the camera wasn’t even there in the first place, as he gave the running commentary of dirty talk mixed with his shameless moans as he fucked the hypnotised singer. Her panties to the side meaning the vanishing act of his length sliding into her twat was captured as he pumped back and forth. Getting his dick coated now with her juices as he pumped away and showed a bit of his experience as he delivered such a perfectly timed motion. Able to handle getting pleasure from a tight-bodied, slim and sexy Asian like this just as he’s able to drive her wild with his big white cock. “AHHHH… You like that, Sai-Chan? Huh? MMMMM… This big fucking dick right here… MMMMM… Filling up that hot, tight… MMMM! Naughty little pussy? MMMMM…” He taunted as he worked like a piston into her love tunnel. Briefly squeezing the gap of thigh above her boots before going back to feeling up the leg and material of her footwear. All while his other hand kept the phone steady, showing a different sort of experience with that skill, to get the clear shot of him pumping her like this was a proper porno.
“OOOOOOOH YESSSSSS… MMMMM!! IT’S SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!! AHHHHHH!! MMMMMMM!!” The Band-Maid vocalist moaned in delight as droplets of sweat rolled down her forehead and cheeks. Feeling the effects of these new factors that she wasn’t used to during sex, ranging from the sheer size of his dick to the action lasting even this long. Little wonder that she was moaning away with such a loud tone to sound even hotter than on any song she’s performed. Her legs wobbled a bit as she jolted back and forth with each thrust she took. Her hair swayed a bit and that flower accessory in her maid headpiece bounced too as she got fucked stiff and quick. “MMMMMM! DON’T STOP! PLEASE! AHHHHH! I NEED IT! IT’S SO GOOD! MMMMM!! YOU’RE S-SO BIG! AHHHHH!!” She begged for more as if he planned on stopping even with how filthy the sex tape he was making her perform in already was. That tight snatch showed a clear quality of a Size Queen about her to handle such thickness this deep already and with how strong her now burning desire is to be pleasured, he could still get plenty more out of her to fulfil this latest request to record some red hot action.
“MMMM… There we fucking go! All the way fucking in! MMMMM…” The grin was clear in the man’s voice behind the camera as he recorded his crotch now slapping against hers. Going balls deep into the starlet of Band-Maid and Band-Maiko to claim the second of her snug, pleasurable Japanese holes with his meaty white cock. Not stopping there of course as he kept the pumps going. Letting that loud slap ring out to mix in the air with both of their shameless moans (even if hers were not truly her own). “You’re a natural at this, Sai-Chan! MMMMM! With a pussy this good? Able to take… MMMMM! So much dick? AHHHHH… You could do some ‘World Domination’ of a different kind with this pussy! MMMM!” He teased her again, knowing that with how soaking she was thanks to his member she wouldn’t be able to object to the dirty talk as he kept her groaning with more swift and deep thrusts. Working like a steady machine to keep her bucking against the make-up desk he was banging her on. The rattling of the mirror was barely heard as her back slid into it each time he drove in to the hilt.
“AHHHHH! AHHHHHH… MMMMMM!! MMMMM!!” Her mouth hung open while her eyes looked upward, almost like she was ripped out of a dirty drawn dojin comic as the pleasure built up. A loose strand of her dark hair was left across her face from the swaying as the sweat left a healthy shine over her features and the exposed skin of her body. “OOOOOOOOH!! MMMMM!! AHHH! AHHHH!! MMMMMM!!” One hand digging into her boot, keeping her legs spread willingly (or at least what her sex-addicted mind right now believed this all to be) wide. Her other fingers gripped her dress tight enough to come close to ripping so there was clear access to her dripping snatch. Without intending it, that grip aiding in her downfall here as she was allowing her pussy to not get stuffed full beyond a point she ever knew existed before but letting that sight be recorded like all she was good for was being a rookie porn starlet instead of a respected, talented Idol singer.
In fact, so high was her state of arousal thanks to the hypnosis that her head tilted back, making her maid accessory on her head get dislodged against the mirror she was being fucked against as she moaned out deep and loud into the air. Her legs trembled as her snatch clamped around that dick pumping away into her. Cumming suddenly and hard to leave her newfound lover groaning with a smile as he felt that new grip along with a fresh wave of juices. Making sure to pan the camera up, capturing that expression that wasn’t too far away from being full ahegao, to show her getting lost in the pleasure. Her look not vanishing any time soon either as he kept pistoning into her box, fucking her through that peak to make her feel every moment. And getting more red-hot footage for every gasp she let out. Her eyes only flickered as she regained some of her senses when he pulled out of her dripping box, leaving juices dripping down to the edge of the make-up desk along with from off of that still rock-hard dick.
“How… How can that feel so good?” Saiki panted out after needing a minute to recover as her head finally tilted down. “Sex… I never knew sex could be… S-So intense…” She said as she hauled in air, clueless that her arousal was currently turned up beyond even the lewdness of many sex workers.
“You just haven’t had the right lover yet, Sai-Chan… Or I guess just the right, big dick…” The man known as The Fulfiller bragged, recording his dick for a moment. “But I think you’re not satisfied yet, right? You still need more of a good time!” He said, almost deciding for her as stepped back to give her some room.
She bit down on her bottom lip, staring at his still-erect shaft as she nodded. Making her headpiece fall off in the process. “I need it… Really, really bad!” Atsumi almost whined again as she, without even needing to be encouraged to do so, hopped off the desk. Just to turn around, bending over a bit towards it as she stuck her hips back out. “Please? C-Can you do it again to me??” She begged with a clear lust still in her voice even after an orgasm. As shown by how she could have looked at him through the reflection of the mirror but instead looked back over her shoulder at him. Reaching back to pull the long skirt part of her attire back and round to show off her tight, cutely rounded backside long with that freshly soaked from orgasm twat.
“Oh, I will, Sai-Chan… On two conditions though!” He smirked, moving in. “First…” He reached around her. Picking up that signature headpiece accessory and bringing it up. Popping it back onto her head through her long hair. “Can’t fuck a maid without her dressed for the part now, can we?” He mocked as he stepped behind her. Making her gasp as he this time yanked her panties down, right to the tops of her boots as she eagerly spread her legs wide. “Secondly? You need to start calling me Master now, Sai-Chan!” He said, making her eyes widen at the term she’s been deliberately refusing to call her loyal fans now compared to her early days. “Just a little favour for me? You can do that, can’t you Sai-Chan? I’ll make you cum nice and hard again if you do…” He said, refusing to just use the hypnosis to make her be completely, directly obedient but instead offer up a choice to the sex-drunk beauty. Even helping her think it over by sliding the fat crown of his weapon against her snatch to make her whimper with need.
“I… I…” She hesitated to show she still had some part of her mind all to herself. Using that term to call anyone, let alone a man she’s only just met today, is a sore point for her. But trying to sneak his cock back in by shifting herself back, he only eased in the direction away to prevent the entry. “F-Fine! Just this once! Never again! Not for anyone else!” She snapped with a cold tone, showing a bit of her Ice Queen persona with a stare to match. “...P-Please, Master…” Her voice returned to showing off her desire, especially with how sexily that word that she should hate just rolled off her tongue. “Please, fuck me, Master… Stick that nice, big, fat, cock of yours… Deep into… MEEEEEEEEE MMMMMMMM AHHHHHHHHHH FUCK!!!”
Now some very loud, far from Idol-like cursing along with intense moans escaped her when he buried that thick white dick deep into her still needy, dripping wet but nicely tight Japanese pussy from behind. He only needed a couple of thrusts this time before her cheeks were colliding with his waist as he drove in. Drilling her balls deep and showing not too much mercy for her after giving him some motivation with the verbal humiliation she’d just performed. The reward was worth it as she was almost howling out now with each stiff thrust delivered into her still snug box. Juices dripping down her thighs now, along with landing down onto the stretched panties hanging between her spread legs. Staining that underwear along with the above-the-knee high boots she wore thanks to her fluids trickling slowly down her sweat-shining thighs.
“AHHHHH! FUCK! MASTER! MMMMM! YES! FUCK! T-THANK YOU, MASTER! AHHHHH FUCK!!” Panting out, fresh drops of sweat formed to roll down her moaning features as she stared back with wide, burning with lust eyes over her shoulder at this man who earlier on she was giving glares of hatred. Now begging for more from his huge cock as he railed her and made her jolt towards the make-up mirror he’d just been fucking her up against. Her long dark hair swayed as her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly. Her snatch once again gripped his member, coating with more forming juices with each pump she took. “OOOOOOOOH FUCK! SO GOOD! SO DEEP! AHHHHH! IT’S TOO MUCH! TOO… UHHHHH!! TOO GOOD, MASTER! MMMM! I N-NEED IT! I NEED IT!!” Not even caring about the fact she was not just being fucked in her on-stage Band-Maid costume but the material now sticking her to her tight, sexy body as she got railed. Stuffed deep from behind as the now familiar slap of his crotch connecting stiffly with her ass cheeks rang out, without her even feeling a sting of pain from the firm collision thanks to how high the pleasure was from being nailed.
“MMMM… Fucking Hell… I knew it’d be fucking hot to hear her moan out Master… MMMMM!! Didn’t know it would be this fucking good though!” He grinned. Switching the view he captured with his camera phone from down at her ass as his cock drove in to fill her to the hilt, to up at her moaning face still gazing back at him. No concern for his reflection in the mirror either across the way since the footage would be expertly edited to blur him out. But without the usual bothersome pixelation if this was an actual JAV production down at his crotch. So the sight of every fat inch of his length driving forward into her soaking box was seen. His own body only now broke out into a healthy shine of moisture as he made the most of being able to bang the untouchable J-Rock Idol in her dressing room. Thrust after thrust leaving her twat stretched out to match the shape of his big cock perfectly and with this stiff pace along with the length of time using her, she’d be lucky to get back to being near virgin-tight as she once was even a week from now.
“AHHHHH! MASTER’S COCK! SO BIG! SO GOOD! MMMMM! YESSSSSSSSSS! I NEED IT, MASTER! I WANT IT! AHHHHH FUCK! FUCK!!” The ‘Different’ and ‘Sense’ songstress panted out, as finally, her head began to face the front and hang down. Not used to being involved in a round two of steamy action, let alone being railed for this long or this expertly. Even her arms buckled slightly to try and keep herself held up and in position to still take the back shots from this hung, young man. Leaning down so far that her headgear was brushing into the mirror that was now steaming up thanks to the lewd action so it wasn’t just the scent of arousal or their moans filling the air now. “UUUUUH FUCKKKK!! AHHHHHH FUCK! FUCK! DON’T STOP, M-MASTER! PLEASE! MORE! MORE!! OOOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUCK!!” Yet even as her energy drained and her usually perfect, long dark hair became messy and out of place from the constant swaying as she jolted back and forth, her desire to be fucked was still as wild and strong as ever. A clear display of the power that mind-altering and controlling device had on her to turn her from an ice-cold singer to having a near succubus-level of lust. Still craving more as another orgasm was building up.
“SHIT… MMMM… Hey now, Sai-Chan! Let’s see… MMMMM! That pretty face of yours…” He wasn’t satisfied either with just being able to rail her balls deep in her dressing room and film every moment of it for a personal sex tape that ultimately only one other person would ever get to watch back. Reaching forward with his free hand, he took a hold of that gorgeous, long and raven-coloured hair of hers. Using it like a leash, tugging firmly to make her head tilt back as she let out the sort of loud and long made-for-porn moan that alone would make many a red-blooded male, a fan of Band-Maid or otherwise, cum on the sort from the lewd sound. But her moans just poured out even more as her shameful, sex-loving expression was clearly shown in the reflection of the mirror in front of her. So he didn’t even need to lean his arm out any further to be able to capture her panting face as well as him still banging her from the back. Tugging her hair with the right amount of grip, like he’s done this a few times before, to be able to thrill her without leaving any pain. Ensuring she kept shifting back and forth into his thrusts while that maid’s headpiece still on the top of her head swayed in time with her jolts and the tugs on her sweat-soaked locks.
“AHHHHHH!! AAAAAAAHHH FUUUUUUUUUCKK!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!!” Barely able to think straight at this point, let alone figure out how she could be so obsessed with wanting to fuck this man in particular after he’d invaded her dressing room. Her eyes rolled upward, mouth open and almost drooling from the corner of her lips as her tongue flicked briefly out into the air. All as her clothes clung to her body got hammered to leave her snatch in a stretched state that any man even an inch shorter or slimmer than this dick wouldn’t be felt inside of her if she let any lucky man take her over the next few days, if not beyond. “UHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK!! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!” Her language alone was far from the well crafted, to the point of even now refusing to call her loyal fans Masters as she once did, on-stage character as the frontwoman of Band-Maid. Let alone this sweat-soaked state as her legs once again trembled with the oncoming high approaching. Even worse with her open mouth curling into a sex-drunk smile as the tugs on her long hair to keep her raised and bent over seemed to spark a newfound kink that she never knew she needed. Whether she’d remember liking it once the hypnosis finally wore off would be a different story.
Not that the man currently ramming his cock balls deep into her soaking love tunnel had any worries about what state she’d be left in after today. More concerned with staying composed as he kept his camera steady to film himself as he pounded this top-notch Asian pussy with his lengthy white dick. Having to grunt out when he felt her once again clamping around his inches with her dripping walls. Her loud moans indicated another powerful orgasm to soak him from tip to base and trickled down onto her balls for good measure. Further ruining the sexy, high boots she had on as more juices flowed down her inner thighs to soak over and down under the footwear. He showed off his clear experience, and superiority in sex compared to this beauty (even as built to be fucked like a Size Queen as she’d proven to be) by still thrusting away into her. He once again screwed her through her orgasm until he finally released his hold on her hair. Leaving her head slumping down as she panted at the floor below. Her panties down around her thighs at those boots wrecked and soaked with juices to top off that shameful state he’s left her in.
“Not bad, Sai-Chan…” He understated things as he pulled his soaked prick out of her slot. Making sure to film the gaping state of her once super-tight pussy before he stepped back. “But a good ‘Maid’ like you always makes sure to finish the job, right?” He said with a smirk. “So how about you come and get back down on your knees… And clean up my cock until I spray that hot little face of yours with a big old load…” He ‘suggested’ and knowing with her state of arousal still so high, she wouldn’t be able to refuse even if she hadn’t enjoyed a single orgasm yet tonight, let alone the two draining, intense ones he’d given her.
“Mmmmm… Absolutely, Master…” Saiki purred, not even thinking twice right now about using the term she’s deliberately avoided using for years. Having to struggle as she got to her feet, taking a moment to step out of those ruined panties and the awkward movement showing off her tired state from the best action in her life. Before she eased down with her ruined boots to once again kneel in front of him. “Must clean… M-Master’s big cock…” She groaned, before leaning in and making him moan as she dragged her tongue up the side of her cock. Tasting her pussy from off of him as she slurped up the juices fresh from that second, intense orgasm she’d had over him. Her sex-drunk state of mind perhaps not allowing her to be as disgusted as she might have been in her usual, Ice Queen-like attitude as she swallowed down her fluids from off that cock. Just to go back in and lap away to collect some more.
“Ahhhhh… So delicious… Thank you Master for l-letting me clean you…” She continued to shame herself with the dirty talk like this was a filthy, maid-themed JAV production. Working over his big cock as she ran her tongue up and down the sides, not forgetting the bottom part either and flicking across the top as much as she could. Lapping up as much of the mess she’d made over him and groaning with each lick and suck. Those juices only in such an amount because she was turned on so much more than usual than she, or any other woman, would usually be even with someone they had the hots for. “Mmmmm… So good… Master’s cock…” She groaned, acting now like using that term was a filthy kink she was getting off on rather than merely using it as a term to describe her fanbase as she once did. Staring up with her eyes not just still full of desire but looking like she was waiting for a reward as her tongue began to swirl around the mushroom head of that very familiar prick.
He just kept the camera focused on her stunning, sweat-soaked face with the loose strands of dark hair across her cheeks and the swaying her headpiece was doing. Wobbling even more when she, without even being encouraged to do so, parted her lips and wrapped them around his dick. A loud moan escaped him, likely heard down both directions of the corridor outside of her dressing room that he’d been fucking her in. Those soft lips eased back and forth along his thickness as she groaned around him without even touching her snatch to show again show still turned on the J-Rock starlet was to be eager to please him. Even running her tongue against his underside as she began to slurp and placed both hands on his thighs with gentle strokes to further encourage getting a creamy treat. This display alone would likely be more than fulfil that wicked request to see her acting in such a perverse way even without the action in the lead-up.
“MMMM!! FUCK… Fucking suck that dick, Sai-Chan! MMMMM FUCK!! Suck it you dirty fucking maid… MMMM!” He grunted, trying to hold back for as long as he could. This round of watching her stunning features as they slid up and down his prick was even hotter than before and perhaps more pleasurable too after the doses of being balls deep in her snatch. Her saliva now replaced the juices that had coated him as she softly groaned around his thickness. Pumping her talented for a whole lot more than singing as a part of Band-Maiko and Band-Maid mouth. Her soothing warmth and wetness kept him groaning out as she stared right up. Still not giving her the full respect of directly watching her slurp along his huge cock. Watching her through the screen of the phone he was filming her on, and knowing full well that without the use of his mysterious device to enhance her state of lust, he’d never even get her on her knees let alone sucking away on his dick like she’s been her secret lover for years rather than an hour.
“Mmmmmphh… Shhhhlllkkk… Mmmmmphh…” Moaning around his cock as her eyes stared up and didn’t register the phone pointing down at her to capture each loud and lewd slurp. Pumping her mouth with a smooth, steady pace along that fat rod. Keeping her long hair swinging and making the headpiece still barely perched on the top bounce in time with the motion of her head. Her hands slid along his thighs as her lips stayed tightly wrapped around that fuck-stick. Able to go at her own pace here, meaning she didn’t venture too far down to choke herself like during the first dose of oral. This round was just as pleasurable as she slurped and made her spit drip both off his length and front of her chin. “Mmmmm! Mmmmm!!” Those lust-drunk eyes perked up when she felt the first telling pulse of his man-meat inside of her mouth. A deeper groan was then heard when he quickly pulled out, leaving her staying in the kneeling position as she stared up and watched him stroke off with the target clear. Aiming down at her face as she pressed her lips together and rather obediently, just like a good maid, closed her eyes to get her reward.
Clueless that she was just giving this sex tape, and the request that caused it, the exact money shot finish that is required. A loud grunt escaped him as he unloaded across Saiki. Leaving her groaning on the spot from the hot sensation of thick ropes of cum from out of that big white dick across her Asian features. The first blast went up high, hitting the maid-styled headpiece she had on as the tail end was across her forehead. The second hit the side of her nose and up to the forehead too, before the rest of the shots were fired over her cheeks, nose and her soft lips. A more than generous glazing that even caught against the jet-black hair at the sides of her head. By the time he flicked out the last drips onto her, spunk was dripping from her groaning face, landing down onto the dark top she had on for even more shameful evidence of her having to fuck a man she’s never met, and perhaps will never see again. Let alone even remember she’d taken part in all of this after the night is over.
“Mmmmm… T-Thank you, Master…” Saiki still purred, reaching up to make sure her eyes were cleared out so she could gaze up, still in a lusty state even with seed all over her face. “Such an amount… As expected from my Master…”
“Heh… Maybe this explains why you don’t call your fans Master any more, Sai-Chan…” The Fulfiller said, zooming in on her face to get a good shot of his load on her. “You save that for fun times in the bedroom…” He said. Thinking that would more than do to end the video as he ended the recording, instantly saving the footage as he closed his phone. “But before we go too far with this Master and maid stuff? I do need something from you…” He claimed, moving over to grab his pants from off the floor.
“Of course… W-What is it, Master?” Atsumi rose to her feet with shaky legs. She not only still had the desire in her voice, but her eyes were looking at his spent cock as he pulled something out of his pocket after stuffing his phone away.
“Look here.” He said, holding out that mysterious handheld device. The flash of light blasted her in the eyes just as she moved to approach him. Her expression changed to go blank with wide eyes just like when the hypnosis had first been applied. “OK, that was fucking fun…” He spoke to himself as he brought up the settings. Turning down her desire to the standard settings before moving through to a menu of options reading ‘RESET & REWRITE’. “Saiki? When I leave the room and close the door, you’re going to wake back up. You will not remember ever meeting me or anything we just did or said.” He instructed to cover his tracks, tapping buttons on the screen as he spoke, including making sure she’d stay hating to use the term Master now as she does on stage. “Nothing changed from how you were before tonight’s performance and it’s still the same now. You’re going to undress, towel down, clean up and get changed. Your clothes are messy because you spilt some water including over yourself. The ‘mess’ in your hair and over your face was from a cream treat a fan left for you that you bit into, and you’re so late because you had an unexpected meet and greet that you forgot you’d agreed to.” He even put in place a cover story that from her, no one would likely question. “Do you understand?”
“Yes… I understand…” Saiki’s voice was low and devoid of emotion, but not like her Ice Queen character as a part of Band-Maid. “I will… Forget everything. Nothing… Has changed… Will clean up… Had… Meeting with fans…” She repeated as her eyes stared blankly ahead and right through him like he wasn’t even in the room.
“Good girl…” He smirked, pressing the button to apply the settings. Leaving Atsumi standing there frozen on the spot as he pulled his pants up. Quickly dressing up as he kept the device in his hand, ready to apply his ‘instant’ Hypnosis as he went to the door. Pausing, looking back and shrugging as he scooped up her juices-soaked panties off the floor to stuff them into his free pocket before he finally stepped out.
The moment the door closed behind her Saiki’s eyes blinked into focus as her mind raced with the lies she’d just been fed. Her brain remembered nothing about the hour of lust she’d just been in or the sex tape with a man she’s only just met. Instead, she winced and looked at herself. “Stupid! Can’t believe I spilt all that water on myself!” She sighed with an annoyed tone, reaching for a towel off a chair. Using it to wipe off what she thought was ‘cream’ from her face. “I’ll quickly get changed. Meeting those fans took way longer than expected. She said. Recoiling as she plucked her headpiece off from her head and saw it was wrecked too like her outfit. But she’d dismiss that and just have new ones made for the next show without thinking anything of it.
Clueless that out in the corridor, The Fulfiller had just hypno-flashed a questioning couple of security guards who had heard the commotion but stayed outside until it was done to get some answers. One of them was left to stay put and do their duty, believing a quickly made-up lie before the other was made to be a personal escort to guide the man out of the building without a second thought. So by the time the whole building was finally shut down, staff gone and Atsumi away at her hotel in the city there was no evidence left let alone any trace that some wild action had taken place in a dressing room.
Well, aside from one piece of encrypted video that was transferred through a secure connection two weeks later… But since only one other person would ever see it, did it even ever happen in the first place? Was this simply another rumoured moment of that urban legend in the Land of the Rising Sun… Of the mystery of The Fulfilled…
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