Ozaki's hands were sweaty as he peeled away the layers of his lunch and tossed them aside. The elevator thumped the last few floors, but he didn't care. He brushed off a few grains of rice and stared at his prize.
“Fallen Idol.” There was no question it was Kikuchi Harumi. He would remember her smile, her nose, and even her young body. He knew every single one of her stats, memorized every fact and tidbit of knowledge. But, there was nothing that prepared to see the parts of her body hidden by her costume. She was more beautiful than he could even imagine and he only hoped he could see more.
The elevator groaned open. He left the wrappings and paper on the floor and stepped out. Blindly, he walked down the hall to his apartment. He held out his key but missed the lock. It scraped along the wood until he forced himself to look away from the VHS tape enough to get the key in the hole.
He barely remembered to shut the door behind him as he rushed over to his couch. Yanking a movie tape out of the player, he jammed Fallen Idol inside and frantically thumbed the play button.
The television hissed to life and the player made a clunking noise. And then streaks appeared on the screen.
Ozaki backed away from the TV and stripped his clothes off. His cock was already hard and dripping wet. Pre-cum ran down the bottom edge of his shaft and soaked his balls and underwear. The fabric peeled off with a slurp as he sat down heavily and tossed it aside.
On screen, a wall of Japanese flashed across the screen. He ignored it.
He sat back and wrapped his hand around his cock. Even though she wasn't on screen, he still pumped his shaft slowly with anticipation. He was hard, harder than he had been in a long time. The lubrication soaked through his fingers and he pumped harder, squeezing down to avoid his rapidly approaching orgasm.
And then she was on the screen. Ozaki froze as Harumi pranced into the screen wearing a cheerleader outfit. He had seen some of them on the TV, but he never found the outfit as alluring as when she wore it. Her trim legs, firm with just a hint of muscle, flexed with every movement as she sang an a cappella version of one of her hits, or at least a variant of it.
He stared at her, his hand squeezing on his cock but not moving. Every movement had the same flair and skill as the times she was on stage, but the performance was more intimate and immediate. No camera had ever focused on her as long.
She gave a twirl that exposed the line of her panties. Instead of a flash like he had ever seen, the camera focused in on her pussy and revealed the line of her sex. The fabric, pulled tight against her body, left little to the imagination. Her tightly-pressed folds straining against her panties.
His cock pulsed in his hand and he had to squeeze down tightly to avoid orgasming right then and there.
Harumi finished her song and two men came in. One was a large, muscular white American. The other was the black man in all the videos he just helped pack. Ozaki let out a groan as he realized that the stranger had fucked Harumi.
In his grip, his cock began to wilt with the despair. Both men were huge compared to Ozaki and they towered over her. As he watched, she smiled and pressed her palms against their muscular chests and rocked her hips.
When the two men began to strip Harumi, his cock surged back to full length. His breath came in a shuddering gasp as they revealed her nubile body. At the first sight of her breasts, the perfect mounds tipped in tiny nipples, a spurt of seed burst out of his shaft before he could prevent it.
With a groan, he forced his hands away from his hardness and planted his soaked palms against his couch. He whimpered as he watched them peel away each piece of clothing.
Harumi was as perfect as he imagined. Not a single flaw in her body, from her neck and shoulders down to the perfect cleft of her pussy. To his surprise, the video was uncensored, a private copy. There was nothing to hide her swollen folds as the black man dragged his fingers along her slit, holding her open to expose the pink opening of her sex.
By the time they had her bent over a bench and fucking her from both ends, Ozaki was thrusting into the air, unconsciously mimicking the powerful thrusts as both man slammed into her.
She was smiling around the black man's cock. Every time he pulled out, she kissed the tip. When he drove forward, her mouth was forced wide open and her throat swelled with his length. The wet sounds filled Ozaki's apartment, along with the gasping coos of pleasure and the grunts of both men.
Ozaki found himself watching the huge cocks sliding into her. Both men were easily twice his size, shaft and balls included. It was almost obscene how they impaled her tiny body, forcing it open. It also tore his heart out to see how she smiled with every thrust, the little way her body shoved back against their cocks. He could never match the two porn stars that she obviously loved.
The despair didn't stop his cock from finally bursting. He gasped with surprise as the long shoots of cum crossed the room to splatter against his television. One of them, a large glob, landed right on her pussy, as if he was there.
And then the camera angle changed and there was cum and drool everywhere. It glistened on her thighs and perfect breasts. It pooled in the small of her back and sheeted down her throat.
She sat on the bench with a smile on her lips and giggled. Her eyes blinked through the cum as she nodded to some muffled question.
Ozaki shuddered as the last of his cum poured out of his cock. He stared at the most beautiful woman in the world and his heart broken in two. She had fallen, just like the title of the tape. There was no question, she had been destroyed and she was now scraping the bottom.
He watched as Harumi smiled to the black man who held out his hand. She took it, standing up as more cum dripped off her perfect nipples. The screen faded to black and the next scene started.
With a damp hand, Ozaki stopped the tape. He couldn't take more of the heartbreak and despair. At least not until his cock recovered.
Shuddering, he stood up and staggered to the kitchen. In his mind, he kept thinking about the two men who fucked her. He wished he was one of them, it didn't matter which one. He wanted to be strong and powerful and maybe he would get a chance at Harumi, or a girl like her.
With a sigh, he decided it was time to take fitness a bit more seriously. And then, maybe he would get an idol of his own.