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Slut Girl Ch. 01

By: Alacar Leoricar



Slut Girl 1: Sayoko Walks Out

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.

*

It was another average day at work for Sayoko Bizen.

She worked at the Teichu General Trading company headquarters as a secretary to one of the company's executives, typing forms, filling out work, and other hard work that went unnoticed. She hated her job.

She patted some ash from her smoking cigarette and sighed as she glared at her computer screen. The pay was decent, but the work was boring and uninspired.

Sayoko was gorgeous. At twenty-two she stood a tall 5' 10", with a slim, curvy waist and a set of breasts that made men turn their heads. She had lovely dyed silver hair in long bangs that fell to her neck, with perfectly tanned skin and deep blue eyes. She was smarter than she looked, and quite the upstart bitch if angered.

But she was good at her work; she'd landed a decent job at marketing for Teichu before being called in a week ago for Kenji Sato, the president's son. Her biggest problem was her co-worker.

Sayoko was 'working' on a game of Tetris silently, smoking carefully, when she heard the sounds of cute moans and cries of pleasure in the next room. She wanted to bang her head on the desk.

"God damn, that cunt is at it again." She sighed. Her co-worker, Michi Higo, was a cute 'private' secretary of Mr. Sato's. It was no secret in their office that Michi was fucking the guy for success.

"Yeah, I know she's doing it for the money," she grumbled, "but shit, she fucks like a mink!" The sounds of yelps and giggles were undoubtedly those of Michi getting ready for a fucking.

Sayoko cringed at the thought. Mr. Sato was definitely not very attractive. He was portly and dumb as a box of rocks. Sayoko could only guess his prick was less than six inches. She didn't want to know any more about it, but goddamn it, she heard it.

Inside the office, Michi was squealing in delight. She was bent over her boss's desk, her skirt and panties splayed across it, her bra open. Sato squeezed them hungrily as he slid his throbbing cock into her slit.

"Oh god, yes!!" she cried, moaning in ecstasy. She whimpered as he began to pound her from behind, his pants to the floor. "Oh... but sir! We... oh! We really shouldn't! Oh! What if someone catches us?? Oh god!" She mewed as the large Mr. Sato rammed her dripping pussy. He chuckled awfully.

"That just turns me on even more, Michi!" he cried. He grunted as he squeezed her heart-shaped ass. Michi arched her back as he fucked her hard.

Sayoko rolled her eyes from outside. 

"'Oh, we really shouldn't!' Hah!" she laughed. "Give me a break, bitch! What a fuckin' laugh. Coming in here like that every lunch like some damn 'pussy delivery girl.'" She took a drag from her cigarette as the moans and groans of rough sex emanated from the next room.

"Friggin' chairman's useless kid...joins the company as an 'Executive VP,' Hah!" She laughed mockingly again. She couldn't stand it. Michi was a bitch, but Sayoko was an even bigger one. "Just screws around all day, and do the directors do anything about it? Fuck no," she glared at her computer screen, as if it were listening attentively to her as it cleared three rows in her 'work' on Tetris. "They're too busy sticking their noses up his ass to notice. He sleeps through meetings, can't understand the contracts...shit, he can barely sign his own fuckin' name." She sighed. "And so, of course, all his work ends up on my desk."

It was true. She'd been doing nearly all of his work for him, and her salary was only a fifth of his. She felt gypped. "Shit, once those bad contracts start coming in, they're gonna have to do something."

After only a few minutes, Michi slowly came out of his office, sighing and straightening her black, wavy hair and fixing her bangs. She wore a slutty tiger-striped blouse under her jacket.

"Damn, it's fuckin' amazing that she can take that tub of lard's smelly little dick in her mouth." Sayoko said, continuing to gripe. She hadn't noticed Michi, who flinched at the comment. Sayoko continued with her complaining. "And then pretending he's taking advantage of her? Heh, my vote for Actress-of-the-Year goes to Michi Higo in 'I Fucked the Boss's Fat-ass Son!'" At this point, a highly irritated Michi chimed in.

"You're talking to yourself again, Ms. Bizen, dear." She said angrily. She turned and smirked, crossing her arms. "Bent out of shape because you can't get on the gravy train? Hmph! Give me a break!"

Sayoko turned, taking another drag from her cigarette. "C'mon, girl. You know that porker's hit on everything female in the whole fuckin' company." She glared, mumbling. "You're just the only one who could stomach him." This set Michi off. She snarled and eyed Sayoko angrily.

"Why you! You may think you can push me aside just because you're his secretary, but you are wrong...so, so wrong!!" she yelled. Sayoko stared blankly.

"You don't get it, do you? I wouldn't suck his dick if he came gold nuggets!" She declared sardonically. Michi took it the wrong way.

"You listen to me, Sayoko Bizen! Mr. Sato is TOTALLY hooked on me!! He says he can't make it through a single DAY without fucking me! So you don't stand a chance, you cheap SLUT!" Sayoko could only grin evilly.

"Funny, that's what all his other fuck girls say, too." She snickered smugly. Michi was furious. Needless to say, she stormed off in a rage. However, her comments got Sayoko thinking about her job as secretary.

"Still...why'd they move me to this job last week? I kinda liked marketing," she said to herself. "I don't remember messing up that bad. I mean, I know I have an attitude problem, but yeesh!"

The next day, Sayoko finished her daily gruel of work. At the stroke of five, she slung her coat over her back and turned to the door leaving Mr. Sato's office. "Five o'clock, boss. I'm outta here."

"Whoa! Wait a sec, Sayoko," he called, raising a hand. She stopped and turned. "How about a drink on the way home, eh? I know a great little place," he said with a smirk on his fat lips. Sayoko flinched.

"You fat fuck...you get here after lunch, and you've got the nerve to leave a five?? Your balls are bigger than your dick!" she thought to herself. She turned away and rolled her eyes. "No thanks," she said. Mr. Sato was surprised.

"Hey, hey, c'mon babe, I'm your boss, remember?" he said coolly. Sayoko turned around again to face him. "After I saw you in marketing, I got Pops to move you over here, and I can get you a big raise, too, if you just," he chuckled awfully, "be 'nice' to me!" Sayoko wanted to gag on her cigarette. She should've known. She also couldn't believe he was only 25 and as fat and ugly as he was, puffing and sweaty and covered in acne.

He slowly slid his hands around her from behind, sliding up her sides to her lace bodice she wore under her jacket, rubbing her breasts slowly with his pudgy fingers. Sayoko bit her lip, watching him carefully.

"I've been attracted to you for a long time, Sayoko!" he said hungrily. Sayoko cocked a brow.

"Why me? You're not hunting for girls are you? You even got 'daily room service.' She asked. Michi was his fuck girl after all.

"That dog? She's after me, not the other way around! I only blow my wad in her to make you jealous!" he smirked as he rubbed against her from behind. She could feel his unimpressive erection grinding against her. "C'mon Sayoko! If you'll play along, you might find it to your...advantage." He slid his hands down slowly to her firm athletic thighs, covered by satin hose and a skirt which he was trying to lift. "If you want money, I can cook the department's books and get you all you want. You won't even have to come into work...I can get you a little place just around the corner. C'mon! I've seen the way you dress. You want it, you sexy little slut!" he whispered huskily into her ear as his fingers ran along her thin satin thong. 

Sayoko, completely turned off by everything he was up to, was at an inner conflict. "This guy's so fuckin' dumb I could really gut the bank and dump all the blame in his lap." She sighed. 

"I'm not like that fuckin' whore Higo, but it's still a pretty attractive scenario, I gotta admit." She groaned uncomfortably as he began to peel her clothes off. 

"Screwing this asshole would be Puke City, but I could reel him in slow, get some decent clothes, jewelry...maybe a car." She went over the pros and cons carefully. "All that, plus whatever I could get out of the company...shit, I could be suckin' down mai-tais in Maui for the rest of my life..."

Suddenly, her thoughts were cut short as he slid off her bodice, thong, and dress in one swift motion to her ankles. She yelped, wide-eyed. "HEY! What the fuck?! I was still thinking it through, pal! Damn, I thought you were a total loser, but it looks like you're good at one thing, anyway!" Her boss only chortled through his nose.

Again, with a surprise, the door to the office swung open, with a cheerful Michi stepping in. "Yoo-hoo, Kenji baby! I found this most darling, intimate little bar, and it's Friday night! Let's go there and—" she paused when she turned on the light. Her cheer was stopped short when she saw a horny Mr. Sato trying to bury his face into a struggling Sayoko's boobs, leaning back on the desk.

"'Go there and...' and what? Get him drunk and drag him to a hotel? Is that your fiendish 'master plan'...?" Sayoko said cynically as she shoved her portly boss off her. Michi was coming apart at the seams, and she soon erupted.

"YOU THIEVING ALLEY CAT!!" she shouted, grabbing at Sayoko, who only snarled back at her.

"FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!" Sayoko yelled back as she fought them off. Suddenly, a plan sparked into her head as Michi turned her anger to Mr. Sato, who was fumbling with the both of them. She scrambled onto the office PC and uploaded the office intranet webcam system. Turning it on, she turned the cam to the arguing pair. "Get OFF me!" she yelled, and with a swift kick she knocked them off and ran for the door. "I'm outta here! Have fun!" Mr. Sato called out to her.

"No! No! Sayoko, my love! Come back!" he shouted. This only made Michi madder.

"COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN, YOU COWARDLY BITCH!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. But, too late, Sayoko was gone. She heaved in anger as Mr. Sato calmed down.

"Aw, gee whiz," he sighed. Michi scowled.

"Sir! You mustn't even touch that slut! I'm sure she has all kinds of awful, disgusting diseases!" she cried, trying to reassert his horny focus on her. It worked for the most part.

"Well, fuck, I guess you'll have to do, today... I'm kinda bored with you though..." he whispered. Michi growled at him, fist clenched.

Sayoko, wearing only her black thong, her hose, and her high-heels, huffed away from the office. Several wide-eyed office workers watched her as she took a long drag off her cigarette.

"Well, I guess it's time to move on," she grumbled. She didn't mind the pay here, either. It was a shame. Walking past the offices, she spotted a man leaving for home with suitcase in hand and a jacket folded over his arm. She called to him and he stopped, glaring at her perfectly tanned body and round, 32-DD tits. "Hey you! Gimme some paper, an envelope, and something to write with. And, uh, your coat, too."

"Yes ma'am!" he shouted. A crowd of office workers, mostly male, had gathered around behind her to gaze at her tanned ass and breasts. She growled and turned.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! If you're gonna stare, you can fuckin' PAY ADMISSION!" she screamed. This sent them scurrying away as the man she'd stopped complied with her requests. She pulled on the coat, wrote something down on the paper, and dropped it on her desk before leaving the building.

Meanwhile, Michi and Mr. Sato had definitely made up. She finally forgave him for wanting to sleep with Sayoko, and had decided to give him a blowjob as a reward for not leaving her. She was a good cocksucker, but he was totally inadequate in size. Not that she cared. She got herself wet by fingering herself until she leaned back on the desk and he pounded her for all she was worth. Of course, he came early, spraying his spunk over her round, hot breasts and firm stomach, but she fingered her clit hard enough to come quickly afterward, screaming his name.

Sayoko sighed and looked up at the office building, taking a final drag from her cigarette before flicking it away. She put her hands into the coat's pockets, which shielded most of her perfect body.

"That place paid pretty good, too...bummer," she grimaced. She'll just have to find another job elsewhere. She was just about to turn to go when she saw Michi storming out of the front doors. She arched an eyebrow curiously.

"Hey, what's up? Going home all alone?" she asked. Michi glared at her, folding her arms.

"Hmph! Saw your letter of resignation on your desk. I hope you don't mind, but I made a copy for myself." She looked Sayoko over, oddly. "Never seen a female 'flasher' before." Sayoko glared at her. "That way, all I needed to do was change the name."

"No shit? Why'd you wanna quit? Thought he was your meal ticket!" Sayoko mused coldly. Michi flared in anger, about to bite Sayoko's head off.

"What are you TALKING about, you stupid fucking COW?! You broadcast us having SEX over the entire company intranet! Thanks to you, there was uncut, hardcore porn running live to everyone from the PRESIDENT to the MAILROOM!! Even if you're the chairman's son there's NO way you can get away with something like that! He's fired, I'M fired, and that's the END of my golden ride, isn't it?!" she fumed. She seemed more mad at the whole situation than Sayoko at this point. "God, I hated that tub of lard!" She cried. Sayoko sighed and turned, walking down the street with her.

"Hmph! Thanks to you, I've got to track down another rich sucker! It's hard work, you know!" Michi grumbled. Sayoko rolled her eyes.

"I don't get it, Michi. If you've got that much drive, why not just get a real fuckin' job?" 

Slut Girl Ch. 02



Slut Girl 2: Sayoko Puts Out

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.

*

Within a few days of moving to Tokyo from the boonies, I was blown away by the number of flyers I got for telephone sex, adult videos, 'massage' outcalls, and other semi-porn shoved into my mailbox nightly.

My name is Satoru Hisoka. I moved here to relocate after being promoted at work. I lived in a nice apartment in the Green Heights Maruyama complex, alone. That was my problem; I was 23, and still a virgin. I know, you don't have to tell me it's pathetic. But I was totally depraved of sex and I needed some bad, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to 'take the challenge' and call one of these sex lines. I was nervous, but I was determined to get some tonight.

After finally getting through their voicemail to an actual person, I managed to calmly give them my address and get a confirmation. I was calling one of the less raunchy lines; something generic about 'refreshing the body and the mind.' I figured it would be fine.

Of course, as soon as I hung up the phone, I went nuts. A real girl was coming! Just to fuck me! I was ecstatic; until I realized that some of my friends told me about some of the times they'd called; the girls were old and flabby and were just plain awful. On top of that, what if some big-ass bouncer came over and robbed me of my cash? I'm no bodybuilder. Hell, I'm pretty skinny and lanky compared to most guys. Let's just say I wasn't one of the ones who liked going to gym class.

"Fuck it!" I cried. "Gotta get ready!" I ran about my messy apartment, frantically. "Tissue paper, check! Condoms, check! Hide the dirty magazines, check! Brushed teeth, check! Shower, check!" I was preparing myself way too much. I was stressed out. I figured I'd jack off for a bit to get my edge off.

Unfortunately, that plan backfired. I cranked out five orgasms and collapsed on my couch, falling asleep.

I woke up from a frightening dream of being mugged to hear the sound of my door being banged on pretty loudly. I jumped to my feet and checked my watch.

"Holy shit, I've been asleep for three hours!" I said. "I wonder if they're always this late." I went to the door and opened it slowly. Boy was I in for a surprise.

"Yo, kiddo," she said. "You the geek who called?" She stood a tall 5' 10", wearing a broad white business coat over a tight leather tank-top. She had a short leather skirt on, too. Her hair was silvery with straight bangs that hung thinly across her face. Her eyes were a piercing crystal blue, with lipstick to match. Her skin was tanned and perfect. A cigarette hung from her mouth. Her breasts looked firm, and I guessed they were a good D cup. I was flabbergasted. It showed on my face.

"Guess not, huh," she said. Turning to the side she flipped out a cell phone and speed-dialed her boss. "Sayoko here. You gave me the wrong apartment number again, shit for brains," she complained. I jumped.

"No! No! It's here! It's here!" I shouted. I wasn't about to have my fair leave on me! She looked at me, flipping off her cell.

"You sure?" she asked. I nodded profusely.

"Of c-c-course!" I studdered. She was a grade-A babe! She shrugged and we went in. "Come on in. It's a bit messy," I stammered. She arched a thin brow.

"It's a stinkin' pit," she grumbled. "You just move in or something?" I blushed a bit. She was close to the mark. I wasn't the most organized guy. I hoped it wouldn't affect her performance! She didn't seem to care after the initial impression, so she clunked down a huge black briefcase, which I noticed in her hand for the first time.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"My equipment, whaddaya think?" She asked, as if it were nothing. I was surprised. What kind of equipment do they use in this business? Did I really want to know? I was afraid I was getting in over my head, or even worse she was going to pull a gun and rob me. Of course, she didn't do that, but what she did do nearly blew my socks off.

"Okay kiddo, let's get it on," she said seductively, slipping off her coat. My cock nearly jumped outta my pants. She was a fuckin' mega babe! Her breasts were barely contained by her tiny leather top, with her firm nipples poking out. I was wrong; she was a DD, at least! Her skirt was small and leather, with thong straps hanging on her hips. She wore dark hose with no garters and I swear I could see her muff in her thong from the bottom of her tiny skirt.

How lucky I was! My first time ever and I'm gonna get fucked by a super-mega-hot-shit-babe! It must have been god's gift to the caring compassionate guy I was!! I nearly came in my pants at the prospect! Unfortunately, my racing mind was interrupted by a kick to the head. I flew back onto the couch.

"What the fuck is your problem? Lie on theeffin' couch!" she yelled. I was ecstatic!

"But I'm not ready yet...my heart's going a-pitter and a-patter!" I giggled. I wasn't thinking with my brain at this point. She rolled her eyes and handed me what looked like a metal helmet with lightbulbs coming out, complete with goggles and a heavy headset.

"First, put this on," she ordered. I shyed away.

"But I've never used sex toys before—I'm so embarrassed!" I was acting like a school girl! She could tell, and she wasn't pleased. She shoved the contraption onto my head and turned it on. It was dark and made a weird noise, but oddly relaxing.

"There. Pretty good, huh? Calms ya down, right?" She asked. She was right. I soon became one with the universe as the machine sent vibrations throughout my skull, the goggles flashing a rainbow of colors into my eyes. What kind of sex toy is this? She took it off and extended a hand.

"Great. Done. That'll be three hundred bucks," she demanded coldly. I was still in that euphoria, so I began to reach for my wallet when my hard-on reminded me of my predicament.

"Hey!" I shouted, pointing at her. "What kind of joke is this? You think I'm a total idiot?" I snarled. She sighed and put her hand on her forehead.

"Fuckin' figures. I had a bad feeling about you." She rolled her eyes, sitting down. "Look, kiddo—did you even READ the flyer?" she asked. I cocked a brow and grabbed it.

The flyer had a picture of two hot looking chicks on it, though not nearly as hot as the girl staring hard at me. It mentioned an 'Outcall service' with 'the latest biofeedback technology' to 'refresh your body and mind.' It said it was 'the ultimate cure for stress and fatigue' from 'the Research Center for Virtual Therapy.' It wasn't a porno ad at all! It was a virtual therapy outcall flyer!

"'Virtual therapy,' huh?" I asked. She nodded.

"Uh huh. It's this New-Age scam company a friend of a friend of mine runs," she confessed. Then she pulled in close, staring me down evilly. "And where the fuck does it say anything about 'massage' or 'sex services,' huh? It says 'biofeedback.'" She growled. I trembled at her bitchiness. "You saw that line about 'outcall services,' and confused it with all those sex ads, right? Am I right, kiddo?" She sneered.

I was shocked. She was totally right. I'd made a huge fucking mistake. She sighed and lit her cigarette, taking a long drag and looking at the flyer.

"Maybe I shouldn't say this, but shit...it's pretty obvious you just fell off the turnip truck, but I'm fuckin' amazed even some back woods hick'd fall for this cheap-ass bullshit." I fell to my knees, forehead on the floor. I was crushed. "Sorry. Hey, I think it's a crappy racket too...but like, I got these massive credit-card debts, see? I can't be picky. I'm doing this now, but I used to be an executive secretary!" She declared. It was true. She used to work for a high-end company, but her horny and ugly little boss made a scene and she just had to leave. She tried to explain, but I wasn't listening. I was sobbing.

"I saved and saved for this day! God is dead!" I cried. She sighed and rolled her eyes again, kicking me hard.

"Jesus Christ, be a fuckin' man, kiddo! You got ripped! Deal with it! Shit," she grumbled as I writhed under her high-heeled shoe. It didn't help. "Okay, okay...fuck, ya pathetic worm. I'll put out for ya just this once, okay?" She turned her back to me. I didn't believe her.

"To tell you the truth, it's embarrassing to be working for these rip-off artists, I need to do something to...I dunno, lighten my karmic load, or some such shit." I sobbed.

"No, please...no more lies. Just leave me alone." I cried. She grinned and pulled her skirt up, grabbing her thong and sliding it off in one clean pull.

"You call this a lie, country boy?" She asked seductively. I blinked. Hot damn! She had the finest ass I'd ever seen! I mean, I'd seen a lot in pornos, but this was the real deal. She grabbed me and laid me on the couch. My cock immediately got hard, but I was having second thoughts.

"Are you sure? I mean, are you 'really, truly, honestly, for sure' sure??" I stammered. She grumbled.

"Shit, first he wants a piece of ass, then he doesn't! A hick like you oughtta know the old saying about looking a gift blowjob in the mouth! Or something like that..." I began to feel bad.

"But gee. For a girl who isn't in the 'jizz-biz' to do this...I mean, it's real nice of you to offer, but..." I tried so hard to come up with an excuse as she pulled down my slacks and rubbed my hardened cock through my boxers.

"Yeah? Well, this guy here sure as shit can!" she declared. I blushed.

"Yeah... heh... kinda outta my control..." I melted. She laid me back and began to kiss my chest gently.

"Just lie back and enjoy it kiddo. Keep whining and I might change my mind." She assured me. I was past the point of complaint as she took out my cock and began to stroke it slowly. "It's your first time, right? Well, leave it to me." She cooed, straddling my chest, lowering her face to examine my shaft. "Hey, hey...you got a pretty decent piece of meat down here. I oughtta be able to deep-throat it, though..." she whispered slyly, her hot breath against my cock's head, already seeping pre-cum. She was right, I guess. I barely managed up to 7.5 inches.

That's when she began to lick me.

Oh god, it was unlike anything. No amount of masturbation or porno would equal what she did. First she slowly licked my shaft, the tip of her tongue flicking along my cock's head, before taking the head into her hot mouth and sucking hard, her head bobbing up and down. Then she took more and more of me inside of her. I was in heaven. She seemed to be explaining her reasoning of a blowjob to me between breaks of hard blowing.

"Virgin dudes are all ready to blow, see? So if you don't bring 'em off once, fast, take the edge off em...there's no way you can get a decent fuck out of it." She told me. She began to swirl her tongue along my shaft as she sucked, begging me. "Come on, kiddo—don't hold back! Gimme that hot cum!"

I complied quickly, as my balls exploded. She gulped my huge orgasm cleanly, taking it all in as she straddled me on the couch. When she finally managed to finish me off, she wiped her mouth.

Jesus, kiddo, how long you been saving up for? That was some big-ass mouthful of cum! Love it! Yum!" She squealed. She was right; I'd pretty much been saving up for 23 years for a girl, so it's no surprise I blew a huge load. She looked at me and blinked. I was still just as hard as before. I mean, who wouldn't be? She was fucking hot! "Awesome! I love you young dudes—check it out! Still hard as a rock! In that case..." she got up and pulled off her skirt, lifting up her top. She was stacked!

"Let's get right to the main course!" She shouted, laying back on the couch with her legs spread wide, giving me a full view of her dripping pussy. I stood there, flabbergasted.

"Um... don't just sit there, you dumb fuck! This could get embarrassing..." she sighed as she lay there, spread eagle. Obeying her orders, I leapt upon her. She rolled us over and straddled me as I grabbed her pussy lips and spread them wide as I entered her hot cunt. It felt incredible! She pressed fully onto my shaft quickly and began to ride me good and hard. I was sure I'd died! Her cunt was so hot and wet as she fucked me harder, and harder, moaning and squealing as she did. Her huge 38-DD breasts filling my face, which I licked and sucked hungrily. She looked down at me.

"Mmm...you know, it's b-been a while for me, too...I'm really enjoying this, kiddo! Heh, heh... mmm!!" she moaned again, pounding my cock on the couch. "How about you? Ya like it, babe?" She whispered, her hot breath on my ear.

I was about to cum. She was fucking me so good! "G-g-gonna... cum..." I managed to groan.

"Hey! Not so fast, buddy!" She snarled, then went back to cooing seductively at me. "Tell ya what... you hold back 'til I get off, and I'll let ya blow your load into my cunt! I should be safe today..." She bargained. I couldn't say no to this chance, so I nodded quickly as she began to fuck me even harder and faster! "But I'm tellin' ya, kid—I better cum like a fuckin' freight train or YOUR ASS IS GRASS!" She pounded me mercilessly, our thighs slapping together nastily. I couldn't take it any more.

I came just as hard as before, writhing underneath her as she came herself, biting her lip. Her cunt was so hot! I was jello. She collapsed onto me and smiled.

"Hot damn," she said. "You're better than I thought." She grinned and grabbed me, pulling me to my bedroom. "The name's Sayoko, by the way," she winked.

She totally ignored the calls from her company, and kept on going...and going...and going! Until the sun came up. It was incredible. I was bone-dry by the time she finished, and she was still as hot as ever!

"Guess I'll get my ass fired again," she told me, "but at least I feel better! Gotta go look for work, now, though...dammit. Aw fuck, something'll come up!" She declared as she dressed. Then she was gone.

I felt pretty bad about her losing her job—it was partly my fault, after all. I spent the whole day worrying about her, too. But what could I do?

Just then, I heard the doorbell. I rushed over and answered it, and my jaw dropped.

It was Sayoko, in the same outfit, carrying two heavy briefcases and looking plumb tired. "Sorry, kiddo. Nothin' came up, so I'll be crashin' with you for a while. I'll fuck ya whenever you want for my share of the rent and food and shit. Oh yeah, I got loan sharks out for my blood too. And you wouldn't dump your first fuck, wouldja? Wouldja??" She asked, looking at me innocently. I slapped my forehead.

"Don't tell me...you planned to do this, didn't you??"



Slut Girl Ch. 03



Slut Girl 3: Sayoko On Her Knees

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original. Sorry, no sex in here; part 4 will make up for it!

*

It was summer, alright.

Sayoko Bizen lay back on her hotel lounge chair, taking a long drag of her cigarette. She was tired, hot, and bored as hell. She sighed.

"Fuck!" she shouted. "These hotel pools suck shit! Why can't we go to Hawaii??" she griped. I winced at the comment. She was right the hotel pool sucked, and it was perfect weather for the beach.

"Because I can't afford them, that's why!" I whined. I wasn't made of money!

My name's Satoru; I live alone in my apartment in Tokyo, except when Sayoko shows up. She's a freeloader, that's for sure. But damn, is she hot! She stood up from her chair and stretched, moaning softly. Sayoko was stacked, with 38-DD tits barely covered by a nearly see-thru bikini top and a firm, tanned, athletic body. Her ass, plain for all to see in a black bikini thong, was heaven. She stood tall at 5'10", and her flowing silver hair shadowed her dusky blue eyes. She was a goddess, and my first fuck. That's kinda how we met, oddly enough. Now Sayoko boards with me off and on, coming and going; she pays her half of the rent with the best pussy and blowjobs I'd probably ever get. Problem is, I'm totally her dog because of it.

"It's so fucking...summer," she said grimly, as if it were a bad thing! Seeing Sayoko in her tiny outfit made my cock jump. "It's so...hot," she griped again, sitting down next to me at the table by the pool.

"Yes you are!" I exclaimed. My mind wasn't under control at this point. Sayoko whined and pulled my arm.

"Then gimme money! C'mon! Puh-reeze??" she begged. She was always needing money. She owed so much, I didn't even know the half of it. I called for a beer, ignoring her. When she ran her nails down my arm I rolled my eyes.

"Give me a break, Sayoko," I complained. "Even a resort like this costs the big bucks! Every time you show up, you kill my budget! I'm flat broke!" I explained. She rolled her eyes and pushed me a little as the waiter brought me my beer.

"Aww, poor damn baby! When I visit, you get the Sayoko All-You-Can-Fuck Pussy Buffet. If I was a whore, I'd be a steal!" She said sardonically as the acne-faced waiter handed Sayoko my beer, blushing as he got two eyefuls of her tanned flesh. Sayoko began to drink without question before explaining her reasoning.

"Look, I need the money because a girlfriend is flying in from Australia. I need dough for winin' and dinin' and sightseein' and shit." She said before she chugged my beer, on my tab. I was furious!

"We're not in Beverly Hills, you know! Take her to cheap places like everyone else goes to! Jesus!" I griped. I wasn't in the mood for paying for two girls' tabs! Sayoko was enough for both of us!

"Okay, fine. DON'T loan me any money," she shrugged sarcastically. "I don't HAVE to introduce you to my friend. It's no skin off my nose if you don't want to meet some exotic foreign babe." I didn't believe any of it.

"Why would I want to meet some lardass Aussie chick?" I asked, crossing my arms. Sayoko reached into her bikini and produced a photo, passing it to me.

"Take a look, dumb-ass." She sighed, putting her cigarette back into her mouth.

I took it and looked at her. "A picture isn't going to change my... my..." I trailed off. It was as if time had stopped when I gazed onto the Polaroid. Instantly, my mood changed.

"My wallet is your wallet, how much?" I asked as if it were nothing at all. Sayoko raised a finger.

"Only one thousand smackers!" She winked at me.

The whole reasoning behind my sudden mood swing was obviously the picture. It featured a young, very attractive blonde woman in a blue cap with a matching blue shirt that barely kept in her huge breasts which fell over her folded arms. Her lips were crimson and puckered, and her hair was like the sun. She was amazing! While I stared longingly at the picture, Sayoko leaned into my ear, whispering.

"She's five-nine...natural blonde...bigger tits than mine, like 42-DD!" She exclaimed. At this point my hard-on was in control.

"L-let's see...c-company bonus, or charge it to my credit card...a grand is nothin', nothin' at all..." I whimpered.

Sayoko had me flat broke, yet again. It'd better be worth it! 



Slut Girl Ch. 04



Slut Girl 4: Sayoko Pulls Out the Stops

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.


There I was, feeling like an idiot.

Sitting on the curb to my apartment complex, hot, bored, and grumbling. I couldn't believe I was doing this!

The name's Satoru. If you don't know by now, I'm rooming with a grade-A mega babe that goes by the name of Sayoko Bizen. She comes to my place off and on, fucking me for rent and emptying my bank account.  Recently she conned me into paying a thousand bucks to bring over an Australian chick here to Tokyo. All I had was her picture; it had a beautiful blonde woman with puckered red lips and huge luscious breasts. This had better be worth it.

My thoughts of boredom were interrupted as a crumpled beer can smacked me in the head. It was Sayoko, in her Galant GTO-MR, wearing sunglasses under her dyed white flowing hair. She snickered.

"Nap's over, buddy boy! Heeeere's NEENA!" She exclaimed. She was here! In the passenger seat, the woman from the photo, wearing a shoulder-cut shirt and a baseball cap. She smiled and waved.

"In zee flesh! Salut!" she cried in a French accent. She must not be an Aussie, but hey, I wasn't complaining! They got out of the car and went over. I took one look at Neena and nearly died!

She was 5' 9", with flowing blonde hair and the lips I waited to see. Her shoulder-cut shirt had long sleeves and showed her enormous cleavage and midriff. Her skirt was short and didn't hide her thong straps. She had a small bit of luggage and wore high heels. She was amazing! I was babbling at the mouth as soon as she addressed me.

"Zo, what do you zeenk of me, mistair Satoru?" she asked in her sexy accent. I was hard as a rock already, getting an eyeful of her soft body. I babbled something incoherent as Sayoko snapped her fingers.

"Earth to Satoru!" She cried. I calmed down a little bit, but seeing them both was not good for my libido. Sayoko, 5' 10" with tanned skin, blue eyes and a delicious DD rack that was barely contained by a thin halter-top. Of course, she could be a total bitch.

"Allow me to zay, ‘ello!'" Neena smiled as she turned her cap around. I blinked, and I was going to ask what she meant but I was interrupted by a huge kiss on the lips! Neena grabbed me and kissed me fully! Man, I had heard that foreign girls were loose, but here one was deep kissing me, and with a corkscrew tongue technique! My cock jumped as she nearly made out with me right here! Sayoko chuckled, putting a cigarette between her blue lipsticked lips.
"Hey, Neena! Slow down, girlfriend!" She snickered. Neena looked up at her, our lips still locked. I felt like she was sucking my soul, and I liked it!

"J'vous demande pardon?" she asked. Sayoko sighed and grabbed my wrist. They both dragged my twitching body into the apartment building.

"Come on; let's get this par-tay going!" Sayoko declared. Neena giggled as we went in.

"Oui! Show me ze sushi!


The sushi was good; Sayoko dipped into my account deeper than a thousand smackers, so we had an excellent meal. It would have tasted better if I wasn't paying for it. We had plenty of champagne and beer; Sayoko raised her can and laughed evilly.

"To the Tit-Goddess invasion of Japan!!" she toasted. Neena giggled and raised her can of beer.

"Oui!" She cried. I wasn't nearly as happy.

"This sushi was expensive! How am I supposed to make my money last?" I pleaded on deaf ears. "As if you give a shit..." I sighed. I was defeated by Sayoko yet again, and as usual my pocketbook took the pain.

‘Come to think of it,' I thought to myself as the girls chowed down on their food and I drank my beer, ‘so what if she introduces me to Neena? I don't know enough English to talk to that babe.' It was true; while I spoke Japanese, apparently Sayoko knew it well enough to get along with her. ‘Sayoko will just use me again, and it's ‘Sayonara, Satoru.'' God, I was such a fool. Sayoko was a mega babe with enough ‘assets' to drain my wallet while keeping me at her heel. What could I do? She was freakin' hot.

Sayoko must've noticed my dim attitude. As soon as I had put down my beer, an open bottle of champagne was shoved into my mouth, followed by another. "Why so glum, chum? CHUG IT!" Sayoko shouted as the smooth liquid flowed into my mouth and down my cheeks and throat. Neena giggled as the girls forced the alcohol straight into my system.

"Oui! Le chug!" She cried. I was gargling for breath, and they emptied nearly a third of each bottle either into my stomach or all over my carpet. I was spouting champagne, nearly passed out, when they had finished.

While my head was swimming in alcohol, Sayoko leaned over to Neena and whispered. "It's time! You know what to do!" she snickered. Neena winked at her.

"Hokay!" she agreed. I groggily sat up, rubbing my head. Sayoko jumped up.

"Hey, we're going to fucking run out of beer and snacks and shit," she explained, grabbing her jacket. "So I'll go score some, ‘kay? You keep Neena company." I blinked, grabbing at her as she headed toward the door.

"B-but, I don't know what to say! I'LL go get the stuff!" I pleaded. Sayoko chuckled.

"Naw! Ciao!" she cried, shutting the door. I was perplexed; suddenly, something ticked.

‘Hold on, there!' I thought to myself, scratching my head. ‘Sayoko never volunteers to be gopher, ever!' I sneered. I smelled a rat. A big, dirty, Sayoko-shaped rat! I turned to my foreign guest.

There she was, still beaming and giddy and totally hot. I cleared my throat and tried to muster some English for her. "Eet...it...eez...is...a...naisu...nice day..." I stammered, wracking my brain for the English class memories to return. Neena cocked a brow.

"But I was speaking français..." she said softly in my language. My eyes nearly popped out of their skin!

"What the hell? You speak Japanese?!" I blinked in total surprise. Neena nodded with a cute grin.

"I go middle school en Japon. High school, I live back en Paris." She explained in her heavy, sexy accent. I leaned back and wiped my forehead.

"Wow... oh wow. What a relief..." I sighed. Neena looked at me oddly.

"Please tell? Japanese man, true he zo... how you say... stiff?" She asked. I rubbed the back of my head.

"Well, Japan is a formal culture, but I don't see that as stiff, per se... I suppose we seem so, but, er, uh..." I stammered, trying to explain. Neena giggled.

"I mean ees your dick stiff?" she asked cutely.

I was speechless. Neena cooed, grabbing the bottom of her mid-cut shirt.

"You ever make love wis' ze foreign girl? Oui? Non?" she asked, lifting her shirt up to expose two beautiful bouncing tits with perfect pink nipples. "You want to try zis new zhing together? We... how you zay... ‘fuck like ze minks?'" She cooed, admiring her own breasts. I was writhing and instantly hard!

‘I don't care how forward they are!' I thought to myself. ‘Why would any foreign babe get it on with some ugly pooch like me the first time she met him?!' I hated it. I knew it was a trap, but even if I lived to be a hundred years old, I'd never have the chance to screw such a finely-endowed babe! I knew Sayoko was behind this!

"No want me?" Neena sighed, pulling her shirt back down. I jumped.
"NOO! I mean, yes! YES!" I shouted, and we went right for it!


Outside my door, Sayoko was kneeled down with her ear to the door. I'd just begun to get my taste of Neena's hot breasts, and she was moaning softly. Sayoko chuckled.

"Heh heh... I knew the little wanker couldn't possibly resist..." she smirked, cigarette hanging from her teeth, listening to the sounds of Neena's arousal. She heard a sound in the hall behind her, so she looked up. Two people were standing there, watching her.

"A stalker?" one asked.

"Should we call the police??" the other wondered. Sayoko rolled her eyes.


Inside, Neena was sprawled on the floor, her shirt up above her huge breasts, her skirt hiked up. I was getting a huge mouthful of her right breast, licking her hard pink nipple hungrily. Neena moaned with each touch as my hand slipped into her thong and rubbed her clit and slid a few fingers inside of her teasingly. Neena groaned, putting her hands behind her head.

"Oooh... ahn!" she cried. Sayoko was a big girl, but Neena's tits were humongous! I felt like I was going to suffocate! And die happy! "Aahm...you zo good... Sayoko teaching you?" she moaned. She'd hit the mark. Sayoko had trained me how to fondle women the right way. Neena reached up and unzipped my pants. "I weel do you at same time you do me!" she giggled, moaning.

With that, she pulled me on top of her into a sixty-nine position, taking my 7.5 inch cock into her mouth, enveloping it with her warm tongue as I began to lick and probe her pink clit.

At that point, Sayoko came in, swearing under her breath. When she saw me straddled atop Neena's face, licking her pussy while she gorged on my cock, she blinked. "Yo!" she called. Neena looked up at her.

"Ha'oh ‘ohko, yuu bagk too shoon..." Neena said, cock still in my mouth. I jumped! It tickled like nothing else!

"Yiii!" I cried. "Don't talk with your mouth full! You'll kill me!" It was enough she was bringing me closer to orgasm with her hot mouth, but to be teasing and tickling me too??

"Oopsie! Back too soon! Oh, darn!" she sighed sarcastically. "But since I'm here—" she smirked, puffing her cigarette.  I felt a kick to the backside as I flew off Neena. "—I'll join you! Make room!" she laughed evilly. With that, Neena stood up.

What happened next I'll never forget; both girls slid off their skirts and thongs. I was surrounded by sexiness! Both of them put their arms around me; Neena held me from behind while Sayoko caressed my stiff member while pulling up her halter-top.

"Say hallelujah, Satoru! Your prayers are answered! It's a three-way with two fucking amazing babes!" she declared. I was googley-eyed at the very idea! Neena giggled.

"Satoru, mon cheri, we start again, hokay?" She purred in my ear. I was crumbling! I may have been at the peak, nay, the very zenith of my rotten life! It was a miracle!

Both girls then ran their soft hands down to my shaft, caressing it, stroking it, and squeezing my balls gently. I groaned as they pressed their breasts together around it, titty-fucking me to heaven.

"So, Satoru, what's it like being squashed between eighty inches of double-D tit-flesh?!" Sayoko asked maniacally. I couldn't answer, I was gripping the carpet! The feeling of their soft tits fucking my shaft was better than pussy! Neena kissed the head of my swollen cock.

"An' we are onlee jus' begeenning, Satoru!" she winked at me. Oh god, I wanted to die right there! Sayoko's tanned, perky breasts mushed with Neena's humongous tits, rubbing their nipples together while they pumped my hot cock... I could hardly contain myself!

As if it couldn't get any worse (or better...?) both girls pulled up and spread their legs eagle, entwining them and pressing their wet pussies against my cock, squeezing it hard and beating it off with their cunts like it owed them money!

"And now the bush-league sausage submarine sandwich!!" Sayoko laughed evilly. Neena laughed as they rode my cock harder and harder, my face twisted into god knows what.

"Satoru has die an' go to heaven!" she cried gleefully.

And then it happened. I felt like I was touched by God himself.

I came hard; I came so hard that the initial shot of jism flew into the air and landed on them. Both of them blinked.

"Whoop!" Sayoko called. Neena sighed.

"Oh, phooey. Finish alraidee?" she asked. Sayoko snickered.

"Not Satoru, girlfriend! This is where he begins to shine!" she smiled evilly at me. She'd trained me for situations like this; she leaned over to me, calmly.

"Want to stop now, loverboy?" she asked seductively. I snickered back at her.

"Is this a trick question, boss?" I grinned. I was hard as a rock again within seconds. Neena cocked a brow. Sayoko chuckled.

"Haw! Toldja so, Neena! Go for it!" Sayoko grinned. Neena straddled me, spreading her pussy wide.

"Mmmn! I weell!" She moaned, pressing hard onto my shaft. It felt incredible; as good as, if not better than, Sayoko's hot cunt! She immediately began to bounce on my member, fucking me good and hard, moaning softly with each rough thrust. Her beautiful breasts bounced before my eyes.

"Aah! Aaahn! So... how you say... enormous!" she cried, riding me harder; I complied to her by grabbing and squeezing her lovely rack, bouncing before me. When I looked up, I got a good shot of Sayoko's pussy lowering towards me.

"Do me too, loverboy! Start right here!" she ordered, and lowered her hot twat onto my expecting mouth.

I thought the titty-fucking was good; this was even better! Neena, pounding my hard dick for all it was worth, while my tongue and mouth got a good taste of Sayoko's pink cunt. The sounds of slurping, fucking, the slapping of thighs, and the sexy moans of the two babes filled my ears.

Suddenly, Sayoko climbed off me and pulled Neena and I around into a missionary position; I grinded my hips hard and fast, and I could tell that Neena was close to orgasm; so was I! The feeling of Sayoko pressing onto me from behind, fondling my balls while she finger-fucked herself was pushing me towards the edge. The girls moaned and gasped, pressing their hot breasts against me.

Sayoko licked my neck and tweaked my nipples, which make me shriek. "Betcha need to come real bad!" she cooed. Hell yeah! I was fucking Neena like I didn't give a damn, and she was enjoying it all! Sayoko's hand began to slip down between my legs.

"So... DON'T!" she cried, grabbing and squeezing my hard-on like one would do to a hose to make it stop flowing! I yelled, loud! It hurt like hell! I pushed Sayoko away and looked at her.

"What the hell??" I asked. She was insane! Sayoko snickered.

"Aww, do you need to come? Heh heh..." she winked at me.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I snarled. "I was so close!" My cock felt betrayed! Sayoko held up a sheet of paper.

"You can come after you sign on the dotted line!" she ordered. I snatched the paper from her hand and read over it; it was a contract. More specifically, a Guarantor of Alien Resident contract for Neena. I had to take all the responsibility of Neena's finances if she'd tanked! I was steaming!

"I knew it! You're sticking it to me!" I growled. I knew I'd smelled a dirty rat! No way would the sex have come free. Sayoko took a drag from her cigarette.
"But you'll get to stick it to Neee-naa... get it?" Neena blinked. Sayoko cried, squeezing her breasts before me. "Waah! You'd pass up two hot babes, two warm pussies just begging for your cock? Ooh, Satoru baby, take me to paradise!" she teased. My cock was already hard at the idea! Neena pulled her finger to motion me over, pointing at her wet cunt, waiting for me.

"Pleeease Satoru... hokay? C'mon! Finish me!" she pleaded. I couldn't say no! I reluctantly signed the paper and handed it over to Sayoko.

"Succubus!" I hissed. Sayoko pointed a finger, shaking her head.

"Nuh-uh-uh! It's no good without your seal!" she pointed out. I growled and stamped it with my personal seal, as is customary in Japan.

"Okay! The damn paper is signed, now you two are going to get my hot meat seal!!" I yelled. At this point, my mind was yet again not in control my actions. The girls shrieked and laughed. "Come on! Let me make you official, babe!!" I screamed, leaping upon Neena and fucking her like a madman.

The racket was obviously easily heard from outside. I couldn't help myself! I'd gone mad! First Sayoko sucked me off and got a huge load from my cock while I ate Neena out; then I turned on her and fucked Sayoko viciously for fooling me; she wasn't complaining! She must've come twice! Next up was Neena, whom I fucked the fastest, making her come just as I did—but I wasn't done there!


We must've fucked and sucked and licked for hours; by the end of it, I was completely drained. Sayoko was in a fetal position next to me, covered in my white cum and exhausted. Neena was laying back, looking up at the ceiling.

"F-fucking A, kid...five shots for each of us...damn! M-must be a record..." she groaned.

"I was saving up..." I gurgled. Indeed; the whole debacle had made me incredibly horny, and I wanted to both give Sayoko punishment for deceiving me as well as welcome Neena to Japan properly. Neena was blinking.

"Japanese man's dick is so stiff!" she sighed.


Three months later, Sayoko and I were eating lunch in my apartment, watching TV. On the screen, Neena's face appeared yet again for another silly sitcom. She looked as beautiful as before, with a nice beret that only complimented her sexy foreign accent. I blinked.

"Neena's on again?!" I sighed. Sayoko nodded, slurping her noodles.

"Yep! A real super-star, just like that!" she explained as she chowed down. "She came to Japan to break into TV. With that face, personality, and her enormous..."talents," I knew she'd go far." I nodded, realizing the truth as Neena giggled on the screen.

"That bimbo act of hers plays great—she's a perfect sex symbol." I commented; then I realized something odd. "If you knew she would make it, why'd you blackmail me into signing her Guarantor papers? You could'a done it!" I snapped. Sayoko rolled her eyes.

"Sh'yeah, right! I got no job, no home, no money! I couldn't guarantee shit!" she scoffed, eating more noodles. "Besides, if Neena had bombed, her sponsor would've had to kill themselves—harakiri!" I cocked a brow. Sayoko grumbled.

"Thanks a lot! You got to fuck a tit-goddess blind for your help! So quit bitching already!" she glared at me as she dipped into her bowl with her chopsticks. "She's totally grateful to you, too!" My eyes lit up at that comment!

"M-maybe I can do her again, then...?" I asked quietly. Sayoko hit me upside the head.

"You retard!! She's a celeb now! Fuckin' forget it. Shit..." she sighed. Then she snapped, giving me evil eyes. "WAITAMINNIT! I'm not good enough for you now? Is that it? You're not bored with sex-goddess Sayoko Bizen, are you??" she growled, chasing me around my apartment. Whoops!

"W-wait! I didn't mean it like that!!"



Slut Girl Ch. 05



Slut Girl 5: A Pain in the Ass for Sayoko

After a long absence, Sayoko and company returns!

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.

*

With a start, I awoke. Someone was banging on the door. I rubbed my eyes and let them adjust to the dark as the loud banging on my apartment door continued. I looked at the clock. Jesus, four in the morning! I grumbled and got up out of bed.

"Who the hell would be banging on my door at this time of night??" I moaned, going over to the banging door, which seemed to threaten to come off its hinges. The noise rang through my eardrums with much pain. "Probably some fuckin' drunk," I complained. "Got the wrong door." I forced open one sleepy eye to look through the door's peephole.

"Huh?? It's Sayoko?" I blinked. Standing there, fuming before my door, was Sayoko Bizen, wearing her usual black satin tank top with matching skirt, hiked up to her thighs which were covered in her black hose. Covering her was her slim leather jacket.

How could this be? "She forget her keycode or something?" I scratched my head. Not to mention the use of a doorbell, which was waiting innocently right beside my door!

My thoughts were interrupted as the door crashed open with one swift kick of Sayoko's leather high-heel, knocking me over.

"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, YOU USELESS LITTLE FUCK!!" she shrieked.

My name's Satoru. If you don't know by now, I live alone in a small apartment in Tokyo. Occasionally, I'm visited by one of the hottest babes I've ever seen: Sayoko Bizen. She's 5' 10", with long silver hair falling over her face. Her blue lipstick was always present, and her skin was totally tanned. She was around a 38-DD, and very athletic. She comes by and stays with me, sometimes for a month or so, sometimes for a few days. To pay for her (expensive) fare, she fucks me, and good, for free! I can't complain; free sex for room and board is rare, and sometimes I even get to meet her friends. Problem is, she's a total bitch and she empties my wallet every time she comes by.

Anyway, tonight, Sayoko was definitely not in the mood for sex. She stormed past me as I tried to find the floor from being knocked over. I mumbled a question to her, but she was shouting "KILL! KILL!" for some odd reason.

As soon as I found my center of gravity and my head stopped spinning, I bit my lip. "Er...excuse me for asking, boss, but you know the keycode, so why were you pounding on the door like--" my question was stopped by a blow from Sayoko's fist to my head. She must have been on the rag!

"I WAS SO PISSED OFF I FORGOT IT, YOU DWEEB!" She shouted. I cocked a brow.

"But...you seemed so happy when I gave you that money to go out drinking...what happ—" Again, my question was interrupted as Sayoko slugged me again. Apparently, I'd become her punching bag (again). True, I'd just given her a large amount of my cash to go out drinking tonight, but I didn't expect her to barge in like this! She snarled again.

"YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW, JERKWAD??" She screamed, the door still wide open and probably waking neighbors. I regained some composure and looked at the fuming woman.

"Geez...I don't remember you being such a bad drun--" For a third time, my inquiries were halted, this time by the feeling of my poor Playstation 2 crashing over my skull.

"I'VE BEEN STONE-COLD SOBER FOR HOURS, YOU RETARDED MOTHERFUCKER!!" Sayoko yelled. By this time, I was dazed, and nearly out of it! Luckily, she'd calmed down a bit by pummeling me. She was still heaving, but at least her voice returned to normal.

"All right...okay. Lemme tell ya what happened," she began. "You gave me that cash, I hit a bar, got a nice buzz for a change..." I would have asked her what went wrong, but I was beginning to pass out.

"Then....hey?!" She yelled, grabbing me when she saw me. "Wake up, shit for brains! I thought you wanted to hear this?!" She smacked me a bit to wake me up; it didn't help. "I SAID WAKE UP, GODDAMN IT!!" She yelled in my ear. I was alive at the sound of that!

Sayoko sighed, putting her cigarette back in her mouth. "Anyway, today I finally had a decent amount of cash, so I could really get the booze down my neck." I groaned, my nose bleeding.

"I should think so," I mumbled, "it was practically my entire paycheck." Unfortunately, I wasn't thinking at that point. Next thing I saw was a fuming Sayoko with my TV held over her head. I quickly corrected myself. "Understood. I shall refrain from making any further pithy observations." I sighed. "Do continue, please."

Sayoko growled. "And, so...as I was saying..." I applied tissue to my nose as she unraveled her story.

"This totally fab hunk sits down next to me. 'Let me buy you a drink,' he say, and I'm thinking 'Oh, yeah, baby!'" I sighed.

"How very nice for you." I commented. She ignored me and continued.

"So I tell him, 'Yeah, I been hangin' out with this hopeless little dweeb lately, ya know?'" She says, while drinking with my money. I felt SO sorry I was her 'hopeless little dweeb'. Sayoko shrugged.

"It wasn't like he was only after my body. Hey, he had cash to spare, and there was a good feel about him." She lightly shrugged again. I was getting impatient. "Anyway, after a while his friend showed up too, and he was just too studly for words..." she droned off, remembering the stranger's handsome face. Finally, I snapped.

"Will you get ON with it?! When did things go BAD?!" I shouted. Sayoko ignored me, as usual.

"We did some pub-crawling, grabbed some food, danced a bit, y'know... had a good time. Finally, we're walking by this hotel, and... 'How about it? Wanna do a threesome?'" I blinked, wide-eyed.

"They got you drunk and took advantage of you?! Those bastards! No way!" Sayoko had been raped! Or so, I thought.

"Naw. I was practically sober. Anyway, it was MY idea to hit the hotel." She lit her cigarette. "They were shit-faced." So was I! My heart skipped a beat! 

"Anyway, we checked in. I figured, 'Hey, two young studs...we'll be here for hours,' so I got them to cough up for a suite, all night. Damn, I was horny!" She turned away from me, puffing her cig. I kept waiting for all of this to turn bad, and all I get is a "Literotica forum" letter.

***

Sayoko Bizen bathed in the steamy hotel shower, running her sudsy hands all over her tanned flesh. When she finished, she turned off the water and dried her silver hair and body, wrapping herself in a towel around her lovely breasts. She slowly stepped out of the bath and into the hotel suite.

Two young studs lay on the bed, waiting for her. One with short blonde hair and a coy grin, the other with black hair pulled back into a thin ponytail and some cool shades. Both were in their underwear, and both of them were lean and firm with muscle. The blonde was lightly smoking a cigarette. The other whistled as Sayoko stepped into view. She grinned coyly and slid off her towel, exposing her sexy figure.

"Well, boys... whaddaya think?" She cooed, her ribbon choker the only article of clothing on her body. Her skin was tanned and flawless, her body trim and athletic. Her luscious breasts bounced free and waited for them. Between her legs, her muff was thin and trimmed neatly, and she was already horny as hell. The men eyed her with open jaws.

"Fuckin' A, babe!" "Holy shit! Fucking incredible!" They smirked as she put her hands on her hips, eyeing them playfully. They quickly discarded their clothing, exposing their large, throbbing cocks.

"Hey hey! Hard already!" She laughed evilly.

They both laughed nervously. "Geez, what do you expect?" "Shit, I've been hard since I first saw you!" Sayoko smirked and went over to the one in glasses, kneeling down before his erect cock.

"Mmm...you silver-tongued devil, you!" She licked the head of his cock slowly, then enveloped his shaft into her hot, tight mouth, sucking him off eagerly.

"Whoa... babe!" The hunk groaned and moved with her, putting his hand on the back of her silver-haired head and helping her devour his hard-on. The blonde stood up and looked at them, and Sayoko got the hint. She motioned for him to come over with a single finger.

There she was, kneeling on the floor with one hand stroking a hard cock while she sucked off a second with wild abandon, and enjoying every second of it. She moaned and switched between them, sucking off the other one with lust. Within minutes the stud in glasses groaned and pulled away. "Back off for a sec, babe... or I'm gonna blow."

She snickered slyly, wrapping the head of the blonde's cock around her tongue. "Then why don'cha do me for a while, hon?" she winked at them and lay back on the bed. The blonde went to her side and she resumed blowing him off while the other spread her legs and immediately began to lick and probe her wet cunt hungrily. She loved it. The blonde pumped his cock into her mouth slowly while the 'cool' one slid his tongue deep into her snatch. They pulled back and grinned at each other, switching places. The blonde hunk licked her clit wildly, spreading her dripping pussy wide while the other straddled over her head and began to fuck her wet mouth. All the while, Sayoko was moaning and whimpering as they groped her breasts and ate her out. She loved the taste of cock, and especially the taste of cum.

Just as she felt like she was going to come (hard, she'd already experienced a few minor orgasms, but nothing to stop her sexual frenzy), they stopped and switched places again, this time the blonde straddled over her, force-feeding her his hard dick while the other pulled her legs up and onto his shoulders, pushing his rod into her pussy, fucking her deep.

"Oh YEAH!" She screamed, finally going into overdrive. She rolled over and got on her knees, taking the blonde deeper into her mouth while she was pounded from behind. All three of them were covered in sweat, and she could tell they couldn't take much longer.

"B-babe...gonna...come..." One groaned. "M-me... too..." The other bit his lip. Sayoko growled hungrily and looked up at them.

"Go for it boys...gimme that hot cum!" she stroked the blonde furiously while she was fucked faster and faster from behind, until finally they all came in a frenzy of moans; the blonde shot a heavy load into her mouth and across her cheek, while the other pulled out at the last second and shot his hot cum all over her ass and back. Sayoko screamed in ecstasy as she achieved her building climax and came hard.

***

I was flabbergasted.

And speechless.

"So, uh... anyway, that's the story." Sayoko looked down. I burst!

"What the fuck do you mean, 'that's the story'?!" I shook a stiff finger at her, yelling at her furiously. "You picked up two studs, they treated you like a queen, paid for everything, and then fucked your BRAINS out, just the way you like it!! Why the hell were you so mad?!?!" I was heaving, but I was also curious.

"Uh...you came?"

"Hey—hot dudes, times two? Like a freight train, baby!" Sayoko blushed. I rolled my eyes and finally got up, flopping back onto my bed.

"I give up, g'night." Sayoko stood up and shouted.

"Hey! You can't sleep!! I'm still pissed off!! You gotta come out and help me!!" She grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me out of bed, shoving my coat in my face and dragging me out.

"Aww... c'mon... lemme sleep. I'll help ya in the morning..." I whined as we went outside of my apartment building to the street, but Sayoko didn't let me go, pulling me towards the taxi she'd obviously left waiting.

"They'll be GONE in the morning, you fuckin' moron!" She steamed, opening the back door. "Take me back to the same hotel!" She ordered the driver, a balding man who seemed unimpressed by her attitude.

"Sure thing, lady." I was just about to join Sayoko in the taxi when she gave me the evil eye.

"No, you ride in front, Satoru!" She barked and slammed the door. I was confused, but only after a second of protest I rolled my eyes and sat in the passenger's seat, next to the driver, who took off.

There was an awkward silence in the car during the drive, and the driver and I only exchanged weird glances once. I looked in the rear-view mirror and noticed Sayoko laying on her side. "Uh...you sleepy or something?" I asked, curious. Sayoko snapped at me.

"Mind your own fucking business!" The driver glanced over slightly.

"Did the same thing on the way over, too...but she don't look sick or nothing." He was right. Sayoko wasn't sick at all, but she was acting like the world's biggest period had struck her. Was that it? Nah, no way. She'd have given some sorta clue to it earlier. 

When we got to the hotel, I looked up at it through the window of the taxi. Most of the rooms were dark, the place mostly illuminated by outside light. I looked at Sayoko. "Er...what's the point of going back?" I asked. I had been dragged out of bed at, hell, it must've been five in the morning now.

Sayoko sneered. "I'm gonna get even with those bastards! And you're helping me!" She glared. What??

"'Get even'? I don't get it. They gave you a good time, right?" I asked curiously. Sayoko screamed loud enough to wake the whole hotel!

"SHUDDUP AND DO WHAT I SAY!" Jesus! Even the driver jumped!

We slowly got out and went to the walkway towards the hotel's front door. Sayoko looked around suspiciously, as if she were a spy on a mission. "Okay...they're in this hotel. Should still be asleep." She looked at me. I was irked.

"Look...if you're planning on robbing them or something, you can count me—"

"I WANT REVENGE FOR WHAT THEY DID TO ME, YOU STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

"AND WHY DO YOU WANT REVENGE FOR A NIGHT OF FUN, YOU WEIRD BROAD?!" I shouted back, fed up with her bitchy attitude! I wanted to know!

At that, silence. Or so I thought. Sayoko mumbled something very softly, but I couldn't hear.

"Pardon?" Another series of incoherent mumbles from Sayoko.

"Speak up, dear, big brother can't hear you!" I cajoled her, feeling like she was my little sister.

"They...They DEFLOWERED me." She sniffed.

What the fuck?? I smacked her hard! "WHAT A CROCK OF SHIT! How many times have you fucked me, you slut?!" 'Course, that was the only hit I got in before Sayoko kicked me in the stomach and began stomping on me. Roles quickly reversed then!

"Hey! You little wimp! Who do you think you're talking to?!" Sayoko snarled, kicking me while I was down. I quickly realized my place and began to beg.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm SORRY Mistress! It was just such a big lie, I couldn't..." My pleas were cut short as she dragged my dizzied ass to the hotel by my coat collar.

"Now quit being a pain and get your shit together! We're going in!" I groaned and drawled, still woozy.

"Yezz bozz..."

We went in and took the elevator up to the suites. We rounded a corner and stopped. Sayoko checked the number.

"Lessee... um... four-oh-five, I think." She nodded. I was getting second thoughts.

"Look...uh...there's two big dudes in there, right? I mean, even you can kick my ass..." I was right. I wasn't in any shape to be taking on one woman, much less two men. Sayoko snickered and turned to me, pulling out a small bottle from her pocket.

"No sweat! I got a friend who's a nurse, see? Before I went to your place I stopped by her hospital, and she fixed me up with some special shit!" I gulped. The bottle was full of some liquid. What was she planning to do??

"Wh-what is it...?" I asked—did I even want to know??

"Heh, it's called---------------------***

***

NAME OF DRUG DELETED FOR NATIONAL SECURITY REASONS

***

"Hey, jus 'cause I'm getting even doesn't mean I'm REALLY gonna hurt them." She smirked at me. I couldn't believe it! She giggled evilly. "If I give 'em a whiff of this while they're asleep, they won't remember a thing." She turned and slowly opened the door to the dark hotel room, handing me the bottle.

We slowly snuck in. "Don't forget to hold your breath," she whispered, "and don't get any on your skin!" I felt like I was walking a tightrope!

"H-how come you can't do this, boss?!" I whispered back curtly.

When we were done, those two unfortunate bastards would find themselves tied up on the floor to their hotel with their pants down, dildos jammed up their asses and lame 'ass' remarks written on their butt-cheeks, and they wouldn't even remember the hot sex the night before!

Needless to say, Sayoko was happy. She stretched and put an arm around me as the sun began to rise behind us as we stood outside in front of the hotel, the taxi gone. "Aaah! Now I feel better!" She smiled coyly, lighting another cigarette.

"Man, I could hardly stand to watch," I groaned. "harsh realm." She was sick! I looked at her, glaring. "Look...Sayoko...PLEASE explain...what did they do to you that got you so pissed?" Sayoko puffed her cigarette and sighed.

"Look, give it a break, willya? Ya don't need to know." I stamped my foot.

"No fair! I got up and came here, helped you and everything! You owe me one!" Sayoko rolled her eyes.

"I hear you. Sheesh. It was right after the third round..."

***

Sayoko Bizen lay with her two studs on the suite's bed, now covered in sweat and hot cum. They were getting worked up for a fourth round of threesome action, Sayoko sandwiched between the two hunks as they felt her up, working her pussy and fondling her breasts, and it was working.

"Hey, babe...time to try something new, hey?" the blonde behind her nuzzled her neck, grinning. Sayoko arched a brow.

"Huh? Sure. Like what?" Sayoko was always up for something new. The hot guy in glasses below her, groping her breasts, laughed.

"I know what he wants! Man, you LOVE that, don't you, bud?" Sayoko's curiosity was piqued.

"Don't worry, babe. You're obviously plenty experienced. Just relax..." the blonde cooed, running his hands down to her ass and squeezing it.

"Huh? Hey, wait a—"

Then, the only sound to come from that hotel room was the screaming of Sayoko Bizen.

***

"AAAGH!! No, no, no!! I...I don't want to remember!" Sayoko shouted, grabbing her head, eyes closed tight. Apparently I had struck a nerve. I'd never seen her like this before! What could have freaked her out so badly? I decided to drop it.

"Forget it, then. Sorry, Sayoko." I apologized. "Uh...you want a cola or something?" I offered, feeling some loose change in my jacket and turning to the nearby coke machine.

"S-sure, thanks." Sayoko sighed. She looked like hell.

"You've been running around all night. You must be exhausted, huh?" I asked, counting my coins. Sayoko nodded.

"Yeah, I haven't sat down once since—"

Even I could feel the hurt as pain shot through Sayoko and she collapsed on her knees, grabbing her ass and screaming in pain.

"OW OW OW!! OH GOD, MY ASS!!" She cried. A-ha! I finally realized as I sipped my cola, turning to her and putting my hand in my pocket.

'NOW I get it,' I thought to myself, 'she was still a virgin back there!' That's why she was laying down in the taxi! It was hard to believe, but hey, at least tonight wasn't just a pain in MY ass!



Slut Girl Ch. 06



Slut Girl 6: Tosa Vs. Bizen, Round 1

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.

Boy, I was in for a shock.

My name's Satoru. I live in a small apartment by myself. As you probably know by now, I'm frequently visited by a super-hot-shit mega-babe that goes by the name of Sayoko Bizen. 5' 10", tanned, athletic, with huge 36DD tits and a fine ass, she's a major slut and a grade-A fuck. She bunks with me, Average-Joe Satoru; she says she's got debts and stuff, but she doesn't talk about it much. In any case, she wasn't the person I was thinking about at the moment.

It was the two thugs that had cornered me in front of a closed convenience store. They dressed god-awful, but they had sly, evil looks on their faces and I knew they meant business.

"Now, that ain't very nice, buddy...you actin' like we're muggers or something!" The first punk hit the nail on the head as he tried to make it more like a con than a mugging. "Me and my pal here are insulted...ain't we, Kuni?" He looked over at his bigger partner in crime, who glared at the smaller, more pathetic me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm like, TOTALLY insulted dude!" He mocked. "We is just businessmen, see?" I was shaking as the first thug grabbed my shirt and pushed me against the metal gating protecting the closed store.

"All ya gotta do is buy one'a these here concert tickets." He said coolly. His partner was playing along.

"Yeah, what's yer problem, dud? Don'cha like music or somethin'?" he pushed me a bit. The first one frisked me and pulled out my wallet. Opening the billfold, they revealed a load of cash. I yelped.

"Hey, check it out!" he called, "The kids' got a wallet fulla dough!" I tried to grab at it, but they pushed me away.

"B-but that's my entire salary! I just got p-paid today!" I protested. The larger mugger snickered.

"Whazzat, dude? You say you is gonna buy ALL our tickets? Dude! You are, like...a dude!" he complimented me mockingly. If this guy was one thing, it wasn't a master of wordplay.

I would've tried something, but the next thing I saw was a gloved fist forcing itself into the face of the first mugger, knocking a tooth loose. Blood shot from his nose as I heard a voice call out to match the attacking fist.

"Lemme punch your ticket, 'dude'!!" She said sarcastically. He flew back onto the wall, but before his surprised partner could react, his crotch was met by a swift kick from a leather boot; it was hard. I could hear something crack as the long-haired muscleman became impotent. His partner groaned.

"Hey, who the fuck are—GMNPH!" His protest was cut short as a roundhouse kick sent a matching leather boot into the other side of his face, crushing his nose.

I stood there, dumbfounded. My two attackers, who had had me shaking in my shoes not seconds before, were on the ground writhing in pain. The first one was clutching his bleeding face and crying for his mommy, while the other was in the fetal position on his knees, clutching his balls in agony. I looked up to see my savior. I half-expected it to be Sayoko herself.

"Jesus H. Christ...I've had enough of you little punks hassling decent people. Go dig ditches or something, if you're too fucking stupid to get a real job." She complained, kicking the latter thug in the gut for good measure. She stood tall—six feet I was guessing. Her hair was auburn, and she had two large bangs hanging down the sides of her face, slightly over her deep, piercing sea-green eyes. She had a small beauty dot on her forehead, but she looked bad-ass. She was wearing an all-black leather biker outfit, toting a helmet in her right hand. Her figure was very trim. She looked like she could tear your ass up, and she proved it. She turned to me, a thin eyebrow cocked as she put her hands on her hips. Her leather jacket was zipped open slightly, revealing a thin t-shirt.

"And what's your problem, you weenie? Be a MAN, for chrissake! Don't let this trash push you—" I stopped her lecture by kicking one of the muggers, trying to put up some semblance of manliness.

"Asshole! Gimme back my wallet! I'll show you!" I yelled, snatching my wallet from his hand. She glared at me.

"Well, better than nothing, I guess." She sighed. I smiled sheepishly at her.

"Oh, thank you SO much ma'am!" I was relieved as I began checking my wallet. All my money was there. I was thanking god that I had my living expenses back.

"If I'd lost it, Ms. Bizen would tear my heart out." I sighed, overwhelmed. She regularly pilfers my bank account for her expensive wining and dining, but she fucks my brains out, so I can't complain! My rescuer seemed intrigued by the mention of her name.

"'Bizen'? Er...unusual last name. Er...her first name wouldn't happen to be 'Sayoko', by any chance??" She asked. Her eyes were wide, as if she was in a candy store at eight years old. I looked up from my money-counting.

"Huh? Yeah...It is, actually, why?"

Clunk. Her helmet fell to the ground in silence.

"No way...wait—she's always puffing a butt, is she? And has a dark tan?" she smiled cheerfully at me, holding up a burning cigarette. I arched a brow.

"That's her, all right. How do you—"

"Wait! One more thing...she doesn't do her hair kind of like, you know, this?" She pulled her hair into a series of long, thin bangs hanging down one side of her head. I nodded.

"EXACTLY like that." I blinked. "Uh...sounds like you know her. You a friend of hers...?" I asked curiously. She had her back turned to me.

"Let's go, kid."

"Hah? 'Go'...?" I asked. She spun around, grabbing my arm.

"It's DANGEROUS out on the streets at this time of night, or hadn't you NOTICED?! I'm taking you home, so let's GO!" She shouted, excited about something. I was surprised, to say the least!

"Huh? Th-thanks, ma'am, but I'm pretty sure I'll be okay from here. You don't need to—" I protested, but to no avail.

"GET ON THE DAMN BIKE! NOW!" She ordered. Next thing I knew I was climbing onto the back of her bike behind her as she strapped on her helmet. I was worried.

"But...ain't it illegal to ride without a helmet...YEEEOWW!!" I shrieked as the bike revved loud and drove off, with me dangling on it behind her.

"The cops haven't been able to catch me yet, so just hang on!" she barked as we sped away.

When we finally arrived, she pulled up to the curb and looked up at my apartment building. "Here?! Christ, what a dump." She complained. I couldn't disagree with her really; it was livable at best.

Unfortunately, that was the last thing on my mind. I'd been wearing only a t-shirt that night, so during the whole ride I was freezing my ass off! I chattered and held myself for warmth. "I D-d-don't th-think I w-was d-dressed f-for th-this..." I shivered—she was driving above 80 the whole way! She didn't seem to care as an evil grew on her face.

'So...I've FINALLY tracked you down, Sayoko Bizen! God, how I've hunted for you...' she thought to herself. 'Heh...I guess it pays to be a Good Samaritan, just like my grandpappy always said!' I was too busy warming myself up to care what she was thinking.

"Where's your apartment?" She asked coldly. I sneezed.

"C'mon! You don't need to take me to my door. This is—"

"WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING APARTMENT?!" She yelled loudly, grabbing my collar and shaking me violently.

She opened the door to my apartment slowly—it was dark and silent, and fairly clean for once; I'd been doing some spring cleaning earlier. She grunted. "She...she's not here." I nodded.

"Oh, you wanted to meet Sayoko." I realized; too late, of course.

"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING HER?! CONFESS! CONFESS!!" She screamed, shaking me harder than before. I managed to whimper as my body flailed about like a rag doll.

"I...I never said she was h-HERE!" I shouted back weakly. She gripped my shoulders, as if interrogating me.

"Do you know where she is? How to contact her?" I shook my head.

"No, I swear! She just disappeared without saying where she was going. Her cell phone's dead too. Guess she didn't pay the bill." I stammered, trying to get out of her grip. She sighed and turned, rubbing her temple.

"Yeah...right. Of course. That sounds like her, for sure. Damn—missed her again!" She fumed. I shook my head and grabbed one of her lacy bras she'd left lying on the couch—she'd given me a courtesy fuck before she left last.

"Aw, she'll come drifting back sooner or later. She left a bunch of her stuff behind," I lifted the bra. "See?" She wasn't impressed, crossing her arms.

"Dream on, kid. She's left her stuff behind at some guy's place and split for good a hundred times." She sighed. I shook my head again as I checked out her cup size. 40D—so she was a smaller cup than my estimate, or she liked it a little tight.

"I can believe it, but she's come back to my place, I dunno...ten times at least." I guessed. It was around there—it'd been a while since she put out for me that first time, and every time she came over she kept giving me lessons on how to fuck properly. Of course, it always cost me my pocketbook, but I wasn't complaining. I thought it was nothing, but she was ecstatic. She turned to me wide-eyed.

"WHAT?! Are you shitting me?!" She asked feverishly, taking me by surprise. I shook my head slowly.

"Uh...no." At that she lit up with a bright smile.

'Wow! I've never found a place she came back to before!' She thought. "When did she leave last?!" She asked. She was getting excited! I rubbed my chin, looking up and thinking.

"Hmm, let's see...maybe...three weeks ago?" I guessed again. "It's not like she follows any kind of schedule or anything, but...I got a feeling it won't be long." I told her. She clenched her fist in excitement.

'At last!! At long LAST!!' She was on the verge of evil laughter, but I didn't notice as she turned towards my door. I arched a brow.

"Er...don't you want to write out a note or something for her before you leave...?" I asked. She sure was acting strange. If only I knew! She looked at me from the corner of one of her dark sea-green eyes.

"I'm just going down to lock up my bike, and grab my travel kit. I'm staying with you awhile." She said slyly. My mouth dropped to the floor.

"Hahn?!" I gasped. Before she slammed the door, she called out to me.

"By the way, the name's Takako...Takako Tosa."

The next day, Takako and I were sitting on the couch; she watched TV while I read the news. The night and morning were fairly uneventful—Takako took my room to stay in and I slept on the couch. Today, instead of her leather threads, she was wearing a black turtleneck sweater with white jeans. I didn't get to see much of her figure, but even then it still looked very athletic and tough as hell.

It was quiet, and boring. The silence was thick, but Takako broke it eventually, groaning.

"She still hasn't showed," she sighed. I looked at her, glaring. I knew she was getting impatient.

"Like I said, I never know when she's coming back." I explained. Sayoko was a real free spirit, and it's not like I could've tamed her anyways. In any case, the thought of having a badass chick hanging at my place until she reappeared was, well...

"Look—this is too much!" I sighed. "If you've got some business with Sayoko, I'll be glad to give her a message." I tried my best, but she merely crossed her arms over her chest.

"Absolutely not! I've got to meet her in person! Face to face!" She demanded. I rolled my eyes.

"C'mon! Gimme a break, willya? I can't even go to work with you camped out in my apartment!" True, I was supposed to go to work, but I couldn't trust Takako fully. Hell, I could hardly trust Sayoko when I was here. My protests were cut off by the ringing of my doorbell.

"IT'S HER!!" Takako shouted, jumping immediately and flying to the door, swinging it open.

"Hello! It's my honor to be working for the happiness of all mankind! And it's your good fortune to be chosen for—"

The church-pusher's sales pitch was cut short. I don't know exactly what happened, but I heard several rough sounds, screaming, and the cracking of bones. When I had gotten to the door later, I'd discover the near-dead body of the poor, poor religious-salesman.

Takako stormed back, fuming. "Those fucking god-pushers REALLY piss me off!" I sighed, feeling sorry for the guy.

"I get a lot of 'em..." Takako groaned again and went to my bathroom.

"Hey, I'm gonna grab a bath," she told me, "I didn't get a chance yesterday." I'd guessed there was no point in saying no—Sayoko abuses my services all the time, too. Takako cracked the door again, peering at me evilly. "By the way...one peek and you're dead meat." I bit my lip; I bet I could've taken that one to the bank!

After she closed the door and I heard the water running, I crossed my arms and huffed, thinking aloud to myself. "Damn...what kind of business does she have with Sayoko that's so freakin' important?" It was still a mystery to me, and Takako gave no clues about it. "And to make it worse, if push comes to shove, she looks like she could take out Sayoko, too." True, Sayoko could kick my ass, but Takako looked like she could kill me.

"I got a bad feeling about this..."

Takako Tosa tried her best to relax in the small bathtub of my apartment. She'd just gotten the temperature where she'd liked.

"Hmph, dinky little bathtub," she grumbled. The water was fine, but the tub was only large enough for me, and she was much taller. Her strong legs stuck out of the glistening water like firm glaciers of muscle and flesh, and her equally hard and firm breasts bobbed on the surface. Takako was a beauty, but she didn't care at this point. She too was complaining aloud.

"Hmm...I wonder why she hangs out in a crappy little dump like this?" she asked herself. "Not her kinda place at all. And given her taste for well-dressed studs, it's weird for her to stick with an ugly little mutt like him." Takako had a point, Sayoko wasn't one to settle for less than perfect. Takako's thoughts drifted for reasons why.

'Shit...don't tell me he's the spoiled little darling of some rich family?' she wondered. 'Leeching off daddy-o? No way...not in this slum.' Her first theory shot down, her mind began to wander elsewhere, until her eyes widened. 'W-wait a sec! What if—eyesore that he is—he's incredibly hot in bed? Maybe he's got a twelve-inch dick, or...an eight-inch tongue?!' The thought of something that incredible even made Takako a little wet. She rubbed her chin.

'Whatever it is, the little wimp has got to have SOMETHING she wants...which means it's DEFINITELY worth my while to check it out...'

Meanwhile, I was eating my TV dinner on the coffee table, sitting on the floor. When I heard the door open, I pointed, head turned away. "Towel's by the door," I explained, "and I'm NOT looking." I kept my word: not a peep.

Unfortunately, I got quite the eyeful. After drying herself, Takako re-emerged wearing a skin-tight shirt tied just under her breasts, which looked firm and luscious. Below, she wore only thin lace panties. Her skin was pale but firm with muscle. Her bare midriff was flat as the table which I spat my soup on at the mere sight of her! She was hot! 

"Aaaah! Nothing like a nice, hot bath, hmm?" She asked with a sly grin on her face. She fell back on the couch, arms out and her legs open, sighing. "Phew! Gotta cool down." I was blinking! 

'Wh-what the hey...?! First she says 'Peek and die,' then she...she...yowza!' My mind reeled, and my cock was already stirring. She glanced at me coyly.

"So Satoru...I assume you're fucking Sayoko. Yes?" She had the faint hint of a grin on her face as she rubbed her chin. I yelped and stammered.

"I...she...well, uh...I don't know if it's really polite to be t-talking about her like this..." I managed. Was this the same Takako bad-ass Tosa from last night? She merely smirked and leaned back on the couch. Her hard nipples pressed through the thin fabric of her shirt.

"Aw, c'mon! I know her—she likes to be rode hard and put away wet, that horny bitch." She rolled her eyes. "But...I like a good fuck myself, kiddo. And I've got a bit of a specialty." She smiled seductively and pointed at her pouting lips.

"Me...I like to suck cock."

At that point, I was writhing. My mind was tossing and turning with the possibility! 'Oh, s-shit...w-what should I do...? Sayoko's been gone so long my balls are about to explode, but...why do I always wind up in these insane situations...?' God must've been playing a sick joke! Making up my mind, I stood and cleared my throat.

"I...I appreciate the offer, Ms. Tosa, but...but...uh...." I trailed, unaware of the plainly obvious boner forming a tentpole in my pants.. She smirked at me.

"That's pretty sweet of you, kid." She slowly slid towards me on her knees. God she was sexy! "Pretending you don't care, when you're busting your buttons...heh...if you don't tell her, sugar, I won't." She cooed slyly, rubbing my throbbing shaft through my pants, undoing them and sliding them down in one swoop. My stiff cock sprung free.

"Hmm," she blinked, staring at it. She turned and crossed her arms. Her mind was still trying to formulate theories as to Sayoko's residence. 'Well, it's nothing REAL special, that's for sure. And he doesn't have enough spirit to be a killer in the sack.' 

True, my cock wasn't huge.. at it's fullest length, as it was, Sayoko informed me that 'It may be seven, but sometimes it feels much bigger!' Of course, she was probably sucking up to get more cash out of me.

At the moment, I was confused. "Hello? 'Scuse me? Uh...you all done here?" I blinked. She'd just pants'd me and left my hard-on hanging! Takako looked at me and smiled.

"Oh! Oh, SO sorry." She reassured me, grabbing my throbbing cock and stroking it gently. She sighed happily.

'Ah, what the hell. I DO like to give a good blowjob, and it looks like the poor wimp could use one.' Takako relented, finally wrapping her lips tight around my cock and pushing me into her mouth slowly; her tongue constantly sliding up and down my shaft.

"WooOOH!" I whistled as she sucked off, deep-throating me slowly, pulling away and sucking harder, developing an awesome rhythm. All the while, her hot tongue slithered along my throbbing shaft, playing with the sensitive tip.

While she blew me harder and hotter than Sayoko ever could, Takako felt a stirring in her lace panties. 'H-hey, wha...? N...no way!' she thought to herself as she slowly stroked my cock with her tight lips. 'O-okay...it's true I've been so busy chasing Sayoko I haven't gotten laid lately...and it's true I LOVE to give head, b-but...' She moaned softly as I writhed above her. She was amazing! 'My god...my nipples...just touching his leg...' she thought, moaning again. I was too busy building up for orgasm to feel her hardened nipples rubbing me. 'Jesus, I AM horny! Well, fuck it, then! Let's rock!!'

At that, she groaned and deepthroated me even more, her lips touching my pubes, her tongue sliding up and down my shaft! "Augh! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

I came hard—REALLY hard. I spurted my hot load into her mouth, and she accepted it hungrily.. I'd been 'saving up' quite a bit, so it began to slowly leak out of her mouth and down her chin. 

'Mmm...it's been TOO long since I had a nice hard cock in my mouth...and the taste of hot cum...' Takako moaned as he gulped my jizz eagerly, pumping me for more. When she finished, she looked down, wide-eyed. 'Wh-whoa...?! Incredible! I almost came myself! Jesus...I'm fucking SOAKED down here!' She ran her hand down and rubbed her pussy—her panties were drenched and even her slightest touch issued a reaction. 'Damn...maybe the little wimp DOES have something special going for him!'

I hadn't noticed, however. After relishing the moment for a bit, I laughed a little. "WOW! You weren't kidding—that was the best blowjob I ever had!" I had to pay her back for this! Then I remembered I'd made three TV dinners, one extra for Sayoko. "Er...I made two dinners, here!" Takako was pouting with her back to me.




Slut Girl Ch. 07



Slut Girl 7: Tosa Vs. Bizen, Round 2

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.

Boy, I never thought I’d be stuck in THIS position.

Here I was, at the end of my couch, my pants down, giving a backrub to a hot near-stranger that’d given me one of the best friggin’ blowjobs I’d probably ever get in my life!

The name’s Satoru. You’ve probably heard this all before, but I’m just an average-Joe who’s at the whim of a super-mega babe named Sayoko, who discovered me while I was still a hopeless virgin. She visits off and on, fucking me blind for her share or rent and food, and I can’t complain. Right now, though, I’m under the seductive sea-green eye of another fine woman named Takako. I’d met her the night before; she saved my ass from muggers on the street, and when she heard I knew Sayoko, she insisted she stay with me until Sayoko returned. She seemed cold at first, but she came onto me strong later on, giving me a grade-A blowjob. Now I was forced to give her a backrub.

I was doing a fair job, running my hands up and down her slender back, easing muscles and popping achy bones, but the circumstances were not in my favor: She was wearing only small lace panties, and her ass was firm and luscious.

I knew it would happen—she’d ordered I get straight to work on her back right after she just rocked my balls with her mouth, sucking me clean. But the continued stimulation of my cock against her ass was too much and I felt it stirring, growing hard again.

Little did I know that that was just what Takako wanted. ‘Attaboy! Coming around, are you?’ she thought to herself. She looked up at me. “Hey, kid...I feel something...hard...back there,” she cooed softly. “My blowjob not good enough for you...?” I jumped a bit, stammering and laughing nervously.

“Ah ha heh...no, no! But...geez...you can’t expect—Hey!” I stopped making excuses as my now hardened cock brushed her pussy—she was soaked! “Hey, hey, HEY!!” I shouted in discovery. “You’ve been talking like I’M the ‘horndog’ here, but you’re wet and dripping down there!”

Shit. Busted.

“So—wanna fuck?!” I shouted, my hand sliding down and sliding past her panties, slipping two fingers deep inside of her hot, wet cunt, my forefinger rubbing her clit wildly as my other hand reached up and squeezed one of her round, firm tits. This surprised her, and she moaned loudly; she was horny, alright!

I leaned her back, sticking her ass up higher as I inserted a third finger, fingerbanging her while stimulating her cunt. She was whimpering and groaning already, and I laughed evilly, out of control.

“Heh heh...you almost had me fooled, lady! But these lips are the lips that never lie!” I slowly pulled out my soaking fingers and pulled her panties to the side, grabbing her ass and pressing the head of my throbbing cock against her pussy. I could feel the heat coming from it already. “I better get it stuck in, or you’re gonna come without me!” I pushed in hard, fucking her cunt deep without warning, getting a good rhythm. She gripped the arm of the couch, straining and moaning and biting her lip. She pushed back against me, rocking her hips on mine. As I pounded her wet pussy, my hand lifted her tight shirt and fondled her hard nipples—her tits were firm and large enough for a good handful, and her breathing only got hotter.

“Oh GOD!! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEEE!” She screamed loudly, increasing our tempo and fucking my shaft hard and fast, pounding me now instead of the other way ‘round! She was all lit up, like riding a bucking broc!

She screamed every time she pushed back, reaching back and squeezing her ass. She wanted more, and I delivered. Problem was, she was fucking me so hard and fast, I already felt my orgasm coming.

“G-gonna...c-come!” I grunted, riding her hard; I pulled out, seconds from releasing my load, when she shouted and grabbed my hand to keep me from stroking my hot cock.

“Oh, no! Don’t stop NOW!!” She commanded, and I whined.

“B-but...I’m gonna come...” I groaned, and she yelled at me hotly.

“Goddamn RIGHT you’re gonna come and you’re gonna come with ME!!” She turned around onto her back on the couch, grabbing my hips and pushing my throbbing dick deep inside of her dripping pussy.

“O-okay, but...I’m pretty close...nng...” I groaned and slowly started back up, trying to restrain myself. She moaned with me and suddenly grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down onto her as she wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding my hips harder, pushing back up against me. She began to force me into a faster rhythm as her nails gripped my back, tearing me up. I yelped as she overloaded my senses and finally came, shooting a hot, hard load deep inside of her cunt.

When I finished spurting, I sighed. “H-holy shit...that was...fucking....great. Maybe I’m a closet masochist...?” I asked myself. I felt the pain in my back; she’d torn it to hell with her nails, pushing me beyond my limits. Unfortunately, Takako wasn’t as relieved.

“Oh NO!” She yelled. “Oh, god...I was THAT close!!” she whined. She hadn’t come yet! She rolled out from under me, letting my lie on my bruised and probably bleeding back. “Get up, soldier! FIGHT!” She ordered—she had to be kidding!

“C’mon...j-just couple minutes...” I moaned. She’d already made me come twice today and wanted more?

“NO WAY! I want HARD COCK and I want it NOW!” She screamed and knelt down in front of me. She grabbed my soaking, flaccid cock and took it into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sucking hard.

Damn, it felt amazing! Even in my exhaustion I felt blood rushing to my cock already as she sucked and stroked it with skill, her tongue stimulating the sensitive head back into a hard erection. Within twenty seconds I was back and ready for more! She smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Hah! Takako’s magic mouth never fails!” I was in heaven!

“Man, you are goood!” I moaned. She straddled me slowly; both she and I were covered in sweat by then. Her mouth glistened still with a bit of my cum and her hot saliva, her cunt and thighs covered with both of our juices. She looked hot!

“I better give you a break, sweet thing!” she cooed as she slowly slid onto my shaft. “Y-you just...hnng! J-just lie back and enjoy it!” she moaned as she slowly sunk onto my hips, grinding them around before putting her hands above my shoulders. She cried out and suddenly began to fuck me harder, and harder, pounding my cock, pumping it like mad. She began to moan, then wail, then scream! “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!” she shouted, while I did little besides enjoy the intense ride! I felt like I was being raped!

Afterward, I was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, smoking a cigarette. They were Sayoko’s, but I just had to have one. “Whoa,” I muttered. “That was...incredible. First time I ever saw MULTIPLE multiple orgasms. You make Sayoko seem FRIGID, babe.” I had to admit, Sayoko was amazing, but Takako fucked me like her life depended on it. She didn’t say anything, only stayed on her knees, wallowing in the self-disgust at her burst of nymphomania, but savoring the glow anyway.

Meanwhile, the missing Sayoko Bizen was busy in Yokohama, working at a small fast-food joint making minimum wage. If I’d known she was doing crappy odd-jobs in her off time, I’d have laughed.

Tosa Vs. Bizen: Winner—Takako Tosa!



Slut Girl Ch. 08



Slut Girl 8: Sayoko Comes...Back

This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.

*

Tokyo.

Sayoko Bizen walked slowly down the busy streets to the Green Heights Maruyama apartment complex. The tall silver-haired bombshell stuck her hands in her white coat pockets, puffing casually on her cigarette, wearing a slim black dress underneath, with nice leather heeled shoes to match. Her piercing lake-blue eyes looked up at the place, and she sighed in relief. She'd been working at a fast-food joint in Yokohama, and now she'd come back.

Back to my place.

The name's Satoru. If you don't know by now, I'm the lucky guy whom Sayoko shacks up with. She rapes my pocketbook, beats me up, and is a total bitch. She comes and goes as she pleases, doing pretty much however she likes.

So why am I lucky? She fucks my brains out, that's why! She does it for her share of the rent, and she can't get enough of it. She's got creamy tanned skin, a firm body, and huge, gorgeous tits. Though, I wasn't really thinking about Sayoko at a time like this.

"Whew! Been a while. Poor dweeb's gonna need a few fucks to clean out the ol' balls...I hope." Sayoko sighed as she stood in the elevator, puffing her cig. (Smoking is prohibited in elevators, by the way—like she cares!)

"Wonder if he's still at work?" She asked herself curiously as she began typing the keypad number to my room. Then, she paused, arching a brow. "Hmn?" She leaned an ear to the door, hearing what sounded like the gasping and moaning of a woman.

To be honest, she was. The woman was Takako Tosa, a stunning hard-bodied girl who rescued me from muggers only to learn I was living off-and-on with Sayoko. She came over, and to make a long story short we ended up fucking. Takako was tall, with short, auburn hair, sea-green eyes, and a tight, perfect body. Her tits, which were bouncing up and down in front of me, where perfect. She squeezed and played with them as she rode me, whimpering and moaning. Sayoko had heard us on my bed.

"Gawd almighty, Takako Tosa, how did things end up like this...?" She griped to herself. "I was just going to wait for that damn Bizen to come back." I looked up at her as she fucked me hard, her tight pink pussy pounding my throbbing cock. She may have been angry, but she sure knew how to fuck!

"That's right," she continued, "It's her fault. It's HER fault I've turned into a nympho." She sighed. I bit my lip, looking up at her, though still rocking my hips up with hers and fucking her good.

"Uh...Takako...? Do you mind not talking to yourself while we're... y'know... doing it??" I asked as I reached up and squeezed one of her firm, bouncing tits. She arched her back and moaned softly, gasping in pleasure.

"Oh! Sorry, dear. I'm almost there..." she whispered, riding me harder, fucking my cock faster. I grabbed and squeezed her tits, pinching her hard pink nipples.

"You know, Takako...I just want to point out that I have NEVER initiated sex between us. Not even once." I explained, biting my lip after. While it was true I went a little crazy that first time we fucked, she was asking for it, wearing those skimpy panties and shirt and asking me to give her a backrub with no pants on.

"I know, I know...I didn't mean it that way, honey. Ooh!" Takako gasped as I squeezed her ass, grinding her back and forth on my shaft.

Meanwhile, Sayoko stood there, leaned on the door, wide-eyed. "Well I'll be buggered by a baboon! I leave him alone for a few weeks and the runt finds himself another woman. Ingrate!" She blinked, amazed. She had only heard the moans and gasps as Takako and I fucked each other's brains out. "Still... I guess it'd be rude to barge in on 'em." Sayoko reasoned, turning and heading back to the elevator.

"I'll go catch a movie or something," she shrugged, "Still, it blows my mind. Him? Getting a girl? Will wonders never cease?"

At the same time, Takako was grunting and growling, slamming her wet pussy up and down on my hard cock. I cried with her and arched my back as I felt my orgasm coming. She did too, and we screamed as we came together, moaning and shuddering. Her cunt clamped down and pumped my cock for all I could muster.

At the end of the frenzy, Takako sighed and collapsed onto my chest. "Oh, babe..." she whimpered. I was gasping.

"Damn... twice before noon..." I managed. Takako only sighed and began to kiss and lick my chest, swirling her tongue on my nipples. Damn, we just came and she already knew how to get me hard again! Would it ever end?

"Frankly, my sweet, I surprise myself. I do." She answered, slowly beginning t to rock her hips back and forth on my stirring cock. "But... it's as if... I just can't stop myself."

I looked at her, sighing. "Lemme guess... you ain't been with a guy for ages?" I asked. She blushed a little as she continued stimulating me, getting me back up slowly. I could still feel the glow of the last time, our hot cum inside of her.

"Well... it's kind of embarrassing to admit it, but... yes, that's part of it. For the last two years it's been work, work, work. No time to even think of men." She explained. "I've been working three jobs to pay off a debt." She sighed, confessing.

'Great,' I thought to myself, 'she's as poor as Sayoko.' Takako lifted herself off of me and whispered seductively.

"Come on... one last time... from behind. Fuck me like an animal!" she demanded. I smirked and slowly moved out from under her; by this point I was fully hard again.

"One doggie-style full-power fuck comin' right up!"

We got into position as she stayed on her hands and knees, lifting her ass for me. I grabbed her hips and slowly eased my stiff member to fill her wet, quivering pussy. I entered her easily, and immediately began to buck my hips, riding her fast and pounding her hard, her ass slapping against me. She howled and arched back, my hands sliding up and cupping her tits, which overflowed in my palms. We were covered in sweat and cum, and she wanted more.

"YES!! Ah! Yes!" she cried. "HARDER!! DEEPER!!" I only complied with her request as I began to drill her soaked cunt, grunting with each hot thrust.

"I... I'm gonna..." I moaned, she screamed.

"COME!!" She yelled, and at the last moment I slipped my cock out of her, shooting jets of my hot cum all over her ass and down her back as she gripped the sheets.

"Ooh..." she sighed happily. It had been a quickie, but it was a good one.

Later, I stepped out of my apartment building slowly, my hands in my pockets. Takako had taken a break for a nap, so I decided to go out and get some fresh air. I sighed and put my hand over my eyes to block the sun.

"Phew! It's cool she's letting me get it off while Sayoko's gone, but still... she's killing me!" I complained to myself. I had to get some sleep. I found a park bench and relaxed. "Poor girl... it really must have been ages for her." I reasoned with myself.

After that first time, it was like the dam burst. Nagging me for it, five times a day... Takako would beg me to fuck her and all I'd want was some sleep. Man, if someone had ever told me I'd get sick of sex with a hot babe I'd have said they were out of their fucking mind!

"Yo! Stud muffin! You're looking WASTED!" a voice called as I felt a high-heeled boot to my head, knocking me over. Sayoko laughed. Of course it was Sayoko!

"Yow! S-Sayoko! Wh... when did you get back?!" I yelped, rubbing my head. She grinned, puffing her cigarette, looking smug as usual.

"Why, is it a problem? Hey, kid. I already know your little secret. What's the lady like? Introduce me, already! And gawd, PLEASE tell me she ain't BUTT-ugly!" She went on, pulling an arm around my shoulders as I got up. I smiled nervously and tried to stop her from going further.

"This ain't no time to joke, boss! Listen..."

We sat together in the playground as I began to explain to her how I met Takako and how we ended up on my bed earlier. She rubbed her chin and crossed her legs.

"No shit! And she was looking for ME?" she asked, pointing to herself. I nodded.

"Yup... and she STILL won't say why." Sayoko arched a brow.

"Huh. What's her name?" she asked.

"Takako Tosa. Said you'd know her." Unfortunately, the next reaction wasn't anything I was expecting. Sayoko rolled her eyes, thinking, looking clueless. "You DON'T?"

She crossed her arms. "Wait a sec... wears leather, rides this bigass motorbike?" She asked. I nodded and pointed.

"YES!" She parted her hair into bangs and pressed on her forehead with one finger while pulling her cheeks down.

"Hair dyed auburn, mole on her forehead, bags under her eyes, like so?" She asked. I shook my finger.

"Yes, yes, YES!" I exclaimed. Takako had a bit of shadow under her eyes, and her beauty dot was exactly where Sayoko had pointed.

"I'm outta here." She turned and began to leave. I yelped and grabbed her jacket.

"Oh, no you don't!!"

She turned and glared at me. "Look kid—just tell her to clear off or something." I grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

"IT WON'T WORK, DAMMIT! She swears she's gonna stay until you show up again!" I yelled, then paused, glaring back at her. "Let me guess... something bad went down between you two. Right?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Well, yeah. Shit, it wasn't such a big deal, really. Just this multi-million dollar software company she founded went bankrupt 'cause of me. Oopsie!" She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head.

"HOLY FUCKING SACRED MOTHER OF GOD!" I shouted—Jesus Christ!

Sayoko stopped me and pointed a finger. "Look—she takes everything damn seriously, AND she's got a Third Dan Black Belt in karate. So this ain't no joke." She sneered. I nodded, biting my lip.

"I know, I know! I saw her beat the shit outta two punks and she didn't even break a sweat. Sayoko looked at me and arched a brow.

"But... wasn't that you and her doing the old In-And-Out?" she asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes nervously, trying to explain.

"It just... well, it's a long story, but once we got it on once, it was like somebody cut her brake lines, Sayoko! It's almost scary." I bit my lip, remembering more. "Although, she told me today she hadn't had it in two years, so..." my explanation was cut off as Sayoko turned, an evil smile growing on her lips.

"Sayyy... I know!" She snickered evilly. I winced.

"Oh no. Is this gonna be legal?"

We snuck back up to my apartment and cracked the door, peering inside. Takako was sleeping noisily on my couch. "It looks like she's out cold," Sayoko whispered. I sneered.

"I would be too, if I wasn't supposed to be at work. Three hours of sleep and eight of fucking!" I groaned. I didn't care to remember yesterday. Then we set to work.

Takako whimpered and mumbled as she heard a ripping and a wrapping around her. "Hmmm...? Back so soon...? Okay!" she smiled, turning a bit. "If you insist, we can fuck one more time..." she giggled softly, then groaned, opening her eyes—then she yelled!

"HEY!! WHAT THE FUCK?!" She howled, looking down; Sayoko and I had wrapped her up in the bed with duct tape, and she couldn't move. Sayoko sighed, wiping her brow.

"Whoa—close call. She nearly woke before we were done." Takako looked up and snarled.

"B-BIZEN?! You're back!" Sayoko saluted casually.

"Sure am. Been a while, eh... President Tosa." That set Takako off! She snarled and gnashed her teeth, struggling in her constraints, but to no avail.

"RRAARGH!! LEMME GO! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU CUNT!" She screamed—I yelped! Sayoko glared at the banshee.

"By the way, this wasn't ol' Satoru's idea. He was just following orders." Sayoko explained, taking any blame off of me, thankfully. Takako, though, merely writhed under the tape.

"And after I let him have his way with me so many times! Ungrateful bastard! MMNRGH!" Sayoko put her hands on her hips.

"Oh, yeah? Way I heard it, it was more like the other way around." Sayoko retorted. Takako blushed and smiled nervously, rolling her eyes.

"Well, yeah. True." Sayoko sighed.

"Look... I figured you'd blow up, so I just arranged it so we could talk a bit without you trying to kill my ass." She puffed her cigarette, looking down at her arch-rival. "And so...? Satoru says you were trying to find me. You want to vent about the bankruptcy or somethin'...?" She asked. Takako growled.

"Bizen, you got a lot of fucking nerve! What the hell do you think?! Don't tell me you've forgotten?!" She spat, and then began to explain. "The business software company I'd founded was finally getting on its feet, after a whole year of back-breaking work, but when I threw the one-year anniversary party for our most trusted clients, YOU GOT PLASTERED AND PUNCHED OUT THEIR COMPANY DIRECTORS!!" Takako shouted. I even snarled at her—she was a total bitch! Sayoko only rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah, that. Well, it was because on of those drunken pigs got a little fresh with me." Sayoko explained.

'Hey, Tosa! Know what I like besht about your company?' the drunk executive hiccupped. 'The ASH on yer executive V.P.!!' he chuckled and grabbed Sayoko's skirt, pulling it up and squeezing her round ass. The other director's laughed.

'Now, director shir... shexual harashment's a big no-no these days!' one of them snickered. The director only shrugged.

'Just havin a bit of fun, my boy!' he hiccupped, then stumbled over the still-shocked Sayoko, leaning over her and grabbing her tits through her blouse. 'Whoopshie! Guessh I tripped!' he hiccupped. Those were his famous last words.

"Heh... it wasn't very funny at the time, but it's kinda amusing now, I gotta admit. I sure kicked his ass, didn't I? Heh, heh..." Sayoko nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of her head. I held my face in my palm, ashamed. Takako glared.

"Yeah? Well, that wasn't the half of it, bitch!" She snarled. "You also FUCKED my boyfriend, REMEMBER?!" I winced and looked up at Sayoko.

"Leave me outta this..." I sighed. Sayoko rolled her eyes again and crossed her arms.

"No, no... not you. She means her old boyfriend."

'Bad news—Takako losing her main client, huh?' Takako's boyfriend, at the time, sat down on Sayoko's desk as she typed away on her computer. He was tall and handsome, with long black hair. Sayoko glared and looked at him.

'Listen, buddy... I'm killin' myself to bring some new clients on board, so stop busting my ass about it, okay?' She spat at him. He shook his head.

'Give it up. This company's roadkill.'

'Nice guy. It's your own girlfriend that's taking the hit.' Sayoko shot back sarcastically. He shrugged.

'Hey, fact is she ain't got what it takes to be a president. The truth hurts, huh?' he looked at her, reaching over and placing a hand on her shoulder. He leaned over next to her cheek, whispering. 'But... you wanna know why I'm always dropping by, hmm?' 

'Lemme guess... you're here to help Tosa? Your girlfriend, remember?' Sayoko glanced at him, suspicious.

'Heh... hey, she's an okay broad. But, she's sorta, you know... tight-assed.' He slowly slid his arm around her neck, going down into Sayoko's blouse, caressing her breast slowly. 'Now, what I like about you is that you've got talent, but you still know how to... play.' He whispered, his lips caressing her ear. Sayoko was already beginning to feel wet. His other hand slowly began to run up her thigh. 'So, whadda ya say, baby? When this place goes belly-up, I got a special place for you at my company.' He immediately dove for her neck. Sayoko squirmed.

'H-hey! Whoa! N-not here! She could—'

'Don't worry. I gave her a lead on some outfit on the other side of town.' He cooed, licking her slender neck. Sayoko still stammered as she felt his hand opening her blouse.

'B-but... still...' he cries were cut off as her mouth met his, their tongues meeting hotly. He kissed down her chest and began to lick and suck her now exposed flesh, nipping her pink nipples gently, turning her on badly. He pushed his finger inside of her slowly, her panties drenched at this point. She moaned and writhed, but then paused and pushed him away.

'No. No. This is not a good idea. Finished. Stop!' She sat up and adjusted herself. He stood and raised his hands.

'Okay, okay! Shit... after you got me all hot. At least suck me off.' He smirked at her. Sayoko could see his bulge in his slacks. She slid onto her knees and unzipped his pants, biting her lip.

'All right. A quick BJ, then you leave me alone, okay?' 

'Sure, sure.' He nodded, leaning back on the desk. Sayoko left her blouse open. Sayoko sighed.

'It's just... I like her, y'know?' she reasoned, licking the head of his stiff, impressive member before engulfing him, sucking eagerly, her tongue expertly swirling his shaft. She wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft as she sucked hard on the head, licking softly. He shuddered and bit his lip.

'Nng... g... gonna... blow!' he grunted. She wanted him to come fast, and he wanted to come in general, so it was little surprise it didn't last long. He shuddered as she grabbed his throbbing cock, pumping his cum, swallowing eagerly; he shot a good load, and some of it spurted out onto her lips and chin.

Just then, the door opened. The both of them gulped and looked over, to see Takako, standing in shock. Sayoko silently stood and wiped her mouth, slurping down the last bits of cum while she fixed her blouse.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!" She shouted as they both turned and bolted as fast as they could!

"So that's how it was. First and last time. Believe me?" Sayoko crossed her arms, glaring at Takako, her cigarette now just a butt.

"Then why'd you run away like that??" Takako asked. Sayoko sighed as she replaced the cig.

"Because of you, girlfriend. Just what would have happened if I stayed there making excuses? Worst case, it could'a been a double homicide." I winced and nodded, agreeing. Takako sighed and closed her eyes.

"Well, it's true he'd been acting cold to me, but... shit. He kept coming by the office with those dead-end leads just to see you, Bizen? Heartless fucker." She sighed again. Sayoko blinked, scratching her head.

"Huh? You believe me? Just like that?" she asked. Takako shrugged.

"Hey, not even I can keep a mad-on for two years. I feel better about things now. Guess I just wanted to hear what happened... the whole story... right from the horse's mouth, so to speak. Shit... the last two years have all been a haze... and on top of that, working like a dog. I've been so stressed, no wonder I snapped and turned into a disgusting nymphomaniac." She relaxed. Sayoko nudged me.

"Heard that? You ashamed?" I shrugged.

"Aww, geez... she had some fun!" Sayoko looked back at her former boss.

"Okay. Now... if I untie you, you gonna be reasonable? Promise?" Takako sighed again and relented.

"Yeah, yeah... I promise. Sheesh."

"So... after all that trauma, it's finally resolved." Sayoko sighed, still looking fairly bored, arms crossed over her chest. I sighed, helping Takako gather her things. There wasn't much.

"Man, I thought there was gonna be blood on the walls in here for sure, boss." I gasped in relief. Takako turned and looked down.

"Well, actually... there is still ONE little matter to take care of."

"Huh?" Sayoko arched a brow.

"The reason I've worked so hard these last two years was I had to pay back my secured bankruptcy debts." She explained, and then turned to face Sayoko, pointing a finger. "And I don't care how it happened! It's still your fault my company went bankrupt, and don't you deny it!! Do you have any idea what I've had to go through to pay it off?! DO YOU?! Plus you suck off my boyfriend and then run away with him!" She snarled against a shrinking Sayoko. Takako grinned and lifted a paper. "Well, anyway. After two years I've nearly got it all paid off, but... there's still ten grand left. And guess what? YOU signed for this one!" she snickered evilly.




Slut Girl Ch. 09



Slut Girl 9: Sayoko Goes Shopping

After an extended absence, Slut Girl is back! This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.

*

"Hurry up, lazy ass!" Sayoko Bizen barked back at me, glaring through her cool sunglasses as we walked down the streets of Tokyo. I huffed after her, panting and wheezing, carrying at least six bags filled to the brim with clothes, makeup, and shoes.

"Jesus, boss! Help me carry some of your stuff, then! My arms are breaking!" I cried out; it did nothing to help.

"Here I was, so nice and did all of my shopping without using ANY of your money, and THIS is how you talk to me?" She shot back at me, pulling off her glasses and puffing on her cigarette, which she always had. I grit my teeth. There was some real Sayoko thinking for you.

"Besides," she continued, reasoning with her 'flawless' logic, "look at the guys on this street staring—they're so fucking jealous!" This was very true; guys were shooting looks back at Sayoko as she passed. Why should they? She was 5'10", bleach blonde, tanned perfect skin, D cup breasts, fine ass, and the knowledge of how to fuck guys inside-out. "Those guys would KILL to be with a hot babe like me." I looked back at them.

'As if they're not staring because of how you're dressed...' I thought to myself. Sayoko was in leather boots, tight purple spandex pants that accented her firm legs and ass, a leather jacket, and a lace push-up mid-riffed top.

The name's Satoru. If you're joining my story at this point, you're better off going back to my previous encounters with the mega-hot-shit-slut-babe that is Sayoko Bizen. Needless to say, I'm totally pussy-whipped by her.

"If you're THAT damn tired, park your butt on that bench there," Sayoko pointed to a bench in the center median of the market. "I'm gonna scope out the shops next street over." I shrugged.

"Sure, knock yourself out."

"I'll be back in an hour," she looked at me, pointing, pressing my shirt. "be here!"

I sat down, releasing her stuffed baggage with a sigh and pulling a beer from one of them. My dogs were definitely barking. Sayoko was a shopping animal! We'd been walking since the morning, and it was already past noon!

As I sat, sipping my beer, I noticed some fat guy holding up a sign. I thought little of it at first, but when I got to see it, my eyes widened.

The sign had a scantily-clad blonde woman surrounded by hearts on it. Above her read '30 minutes, 50 bucks! No hidden charges! Extras available! ORGAZMO!'

What? An ad for sex? Well, why not? My cock stirred at the idea, but as soon as it had I chuckled to myself, hitting my head.

"No way! What am I thinking?" I reasoned. "I don't need to pay for sex, I've got Sayoko!" True, Sayoko may have been raping my wallet on a regular basis, eating my food, using up my water and electricity, and not to mention being a real bitch sometimes, but boy, did she give a helluva fuck! She used her pussy and mouth to pay her half of the rent.

But as I sat there, thinking about the hour I had to kill, I pulled out my wallet. Today Sayoko had spared my cash, so I had the money to blow. I figured, what the hell. It was only half an hour and I hadn't gotten any from Sayoko since the night before. I pulled up all of the bags in my arms and haggered over.

"Uh, hey...so...where is it?" I whispered. The guy just pointed to a back alley nearby.

"Down that alley, bud."

I walked down there to see Orgazmo, a 'gentlemen's club'. They were hiring, and were open. Checking the prices, it was only fifty bucks to get in. But hey, I had a wallet full of cash and my cock was stirring.

"Sayoko's the hottest babe ever—she is! But I want to know what other women are like! It's tragic I'd cheat on her, b-but...this is how men are! And am I not a man?" I asked myself, my Excuse-O-Matic running in full capacity.

I was about to head in when I saw a slender hand poke out from behind the building, a soft voice calling to me. "Psst! Over here!" I blinked and peeked over. "Psst! C'mere, kid!" The soft voice called to me again. Before I could react the hand grabbed me and yanked me in!

"Shshh, quiet!" The soft voice called to me, the hand clasping my mouth soft and smelling of sterile soap. The woman holding me was a bit taller than me, and when I got a good look, she was a strawberry blonde with thin glasses, wearing a business blouse that revealed her gorgeous cleavage, her legs creamy and like white satin. She smiled slyly at me, sitting me down in the alley, getting onto her knees in her heels.

"You weren't really going to that 'Bore-Gazmo' dump, were you? All that first fifty bucks does is get you in the door, my dear! It IS your money to throw away, but...you could stay here and play with ME instead!" she reasoned. I raised my palms.

"N-no way, lady! I don't do women I meet on the street!" I reasoned back, shaking a little. She only smirked.

"Afraid of catching something from a freelancer, hmm?" She asked slyly. "You don't have to worry about me—I'm not a regular 'working girl', it's just that I ran short on cash while I was shopping." She moved closer to me, sliding her hands around my waist and pulling me over slowly.

"I'd just maxed out my last credit card when I found a suit to DIE for! I bet it won't be there tomorrow, so I HAVE to get it today!" She explained, all the while planting butterfly kisses along my neck, cheeks, and ears. "Sooo, you help me, and I'll help you. How about it?" She nipped my ear teasingly, her hands reaching down and squeezing my ass and rubbing my cock through my jeans slowly. "Those massage parlor pooches can't hold a candle to me!" I was at her mercy!

"Just check THESE out, kiddo!" She licked her rose-colored lips as she opened her blouse, her perfectly white, creamy DD tits bouncing out, her nipples already hard. I nearly stumbled back—just looking at those tits! Ugh! It made my cock jump to full power.

She seemed to notice immediately as she reached down and started to unzip my pants. "Mmm? That feels like a big 'yes'...!" I gasped, looking around nervously.

"W-wait a sec! Here? Now?!"

"Don't worrr-ree..." she cooed as she pulled my stiff cock from my slacks and knelt down, licking my hard shaft slowly, her soft, clean hands fondling my tense balls. I groaned and leaned back; then suddenly I felt her middle finger from the hand cupping my balls running slowly along my asshole just as she started jacking my cock furiously. My face contorted as pleasure ran through waves in my body, public alley or not. She then opened my shirt, still jerking my cock, licking up my chest with a soft velvet tongue.

"Service with...a...smile!" She whispered huskily. "Pretty good, isn't it? Ready to cream in your jeans already, aren't you?" Hell yes I was!

"Hang on—don't come yet!" She cried, thrusting her bosom to my lips, her tits filling my mouth. "This is just the appetizer!" She leaned over me as she expertly worked my throbbing cock; I saw out of the corner of my eye her skirt was hiking up, and she had an ass just as perfect as her tits, which were filling my face. I instinctively reached up and squeezed her tits with one hand as I devoured the other, licking and sucking hard.

"Go ahead and touch me, honey!" She urged. My other hand slid down her skirt. "Mm...yes...r-right there..." she moaned. My hand expected to work around things, but as she moved closer and I grabbed her ass, I realized she didn't have panties.

"N-no panties? And you... you're..."

"Yep! I'm shaved..." she was, as my fingers found the hot folds of her wet pussy, they were smooth and just as silky as the rest of her flesh. "Feels good, doesn't it? All slick and smooth..."

As she jerked my cock, her tits in my face, my fingers probing her cunt, I realized how amazing she smelled; so clean and fresh. She started to flood me with sensual kisses along my neck and chest, stroking my cock hard and slow. She returned her hand to cup my balls, and resumed her probing of my ass, slowly dipping the tip of her middle finger in to stimulate me even further to the brink. I was gasping and breathing hard, and she only smiled sinfully.

"Oh my. Are you getting close? Got a sensitive ass, mm?" She asked, pulling back, holding my cock like a precious treasure, smiling up at me. "Hold back just a little longer, hon...you've only experienced my fingers...and they're the opening act for my mouth!"

Taking my cock and moving her ruby lips to it, she slowly slipped it in, her mouth like warm velvet as she engulfed it, deep-throating my shaft and giving me (one of) the best goddamn blowjobs I'd ever get in my life. She sucked hard, slurping nastily. It was purely awesome, and I could hardly breathe! I arched my back, holding my head, straining to last. Oh my god! Her lips were so sweet, her tongue outrageous—she hit every pressure point, every tender spot on my cock! As if that weren't enough, her expert hands attacked my chest, my ass, and even my nipples again and again, stroking my ears, talking with her sexy, husky voice! Sayoko was a babe, but she was a pure Sex Goddess!

She moaned, sucking my cock hard, popping it out of her mouth to lick and suck down the underside of my shaft, then licking my balls, jacking my aching cock hard.

"You on the edge, hon...?" She asked teasingly. "Then come for me, baby! Come HARD for me!" I gasped, and as if she had sensed the rush of cum that was going to erupt, she devoured my cock, pistoning her hot mouth up and down my shaft, draining me as I shuddered, grabbing her head, fucking her mouth, coming hard. I filled up her mouth and she swallowed almost all of it, a little spurting out along her lips. She moaned long and low, her fine ass sticking in the air as she drank me dry.

But she wasn't done there! She deep-throated me again and sucked hard, licking me clean, licking her lips and getting every last bit of cum. It was incredible! Paradisio!

"I can tell you liked that, hon." She whispered, licking the tender head to my cock, nearly spent. "You know, you're kinda cute. I like you..." she whispered, looking up to me with her cat-like eyes.

"So... I'll give you a free titty-fucking!" She exclaimed, sliding her soft satin tits around my quickly-hardening cock.

"Oh, YEAHH!!"

It was more than an hour after we were done; she'd drained me again and kept on for a little while longer before draining my wallet dry. Sayoko Bizen, on the other hand, was standing by the bench she'd told me to sit at, having drained through several cigarette butts (and just dropping them at her feet, might I add), her arms crossed.

"That fucker! I told him to wait! Where's he wandered off to now?" She snarled. I was in euphoria after I was done, empty-wallet or not. I lugged back all of the baggage to see Sayoko standing there, looking pissed. "Ah-ha!"

"Where the fuck have you been?" She glared at me. "You've got real balls to keep me waiting!" I winced.

"S-sorry..."

She lowered her gaze and pulled up an open palm. "I'm feeling generous today, though, so I guess I won't kick your ass. But—" (there was always a but) "I need some dough. Spot me a few bucks, okay? I grit my teeth, glaring at her.

"C'mon—I know you've got three-hundred, you cheap butt!" She smiled, grabbing my wallet. I cried out for her to stop, but she blinked and wiggled the empty wallet between her fingers.

"Satoruuu, baby..." she sang slowly, "Why's your widdle wallet empty...?" I was bursting my brain, my Excuse-O-Matic not ready to cover an awesome pair of blowjobs from that goddess in the alleyway.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU GOT A BLOWJOB IN THE ALLEY WITH SOME SLUT AND SHE BOOSTED ALL OUR MONEY?!" Sayoko screamed, nearly the entire market turning and looking.

"A little louder, boss. The people in the next block couldn't—" My retort was interrupted as Sayoko socked me hard in the back of my head.

"I don't give a SHIT who hears!" She snarled. I backed up from her as she leaned in on me, raising my hands.

"Okay, fine! I did get a blowjob! BUT!!" I declared, "Three hundred bucks.. seemed like a steal—and I didn't even fuck her! Yes!! She was THAT GOOD! I achieved blowjob nirvana! I died and went to heaven!" I proclaimed, dreaming of her hot inviting mouth and her perfect technique. I expected my ass to be handed to me at the next moment, but Sayoko only paused.

"You did, huh?" She asked. "She was better than me?" I shrugged, nodding.

"Abso-tively! NO comparison!"

The next thing I saw was the pavement being covered in my own blood leaking from my nose as I lay face down on the ground. She'd even knocked off a shoe.

"Someone who gives better head than me?" She winced, rolling her eyes under a furrowed brow. "Damn. I have to know who this is!"

Meanwhile, Emi Tanba, the woman who'd just janked me three-hundred bucks for BJ-heaven, smiled smugly to herself as she looked at the wad of my cash in her hand. She giggled softly to herself.

"He had more on him than I expected! This is enough and then some!" She smiled as she ran back into the clothing store to buy the impressive suit she saw in the store window, the whole reason she ran me for tricks.

"NOOO! It's s-s-SOLD?!" She shrieked at the attendant in the store.

"Y-yes...just a few minutes ago, in fact. T-to a very flashy lady..." The attendant stammered as Emi grinded her teeth.

'Bitch! Cunt! Whore! You bought my outfit! I will FIND you and I will KILL you!' She thought to herself, crushing the cash in her hand.

Sayoko shook me again as I lay on the street.

"C'mon!! Wha'd she look like? Tell me!!" She growled. "Shit, maybe I hit him too hard... WAKE UP, YOU PUSSY!" Yelled the aforementioned bitch, Sayoko, with the aforementioned outfit in her bag nearby.



Slut Girl Ch. 10



This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original. Sorry about the long absence!

*

"Okay... hair and glasses like this?"

Sayoko Bizen scribbled slowly on a sketchpad, drawing a profile face which was starting to look like a thin woman with long wavy hair, and thin glasses. I blinked, watching her as she worked at it with no errors or corrections, and in pen no less!

"Whoa...! Yeah!" I reeled, "I had no idea you could draw. Imagine someone like you—" Sayoko glared.

"Leave it alone, dickweed, and tell me more about this chick. The trick is to overstate anything distinctive." She explained as she continued. I rubbed my chin, thinking carefully as we sat on the floor of my apartment's living room.

"Let's see...her eyes were a little more...catlike..." I watched her carefully as she slimmed her eyes and pointed them out a little. "Slant them up...yeah...smaller glasses, you know...more stylish...and her smile...almost like a smirk..." I racked my brain as I recalled the woman who, just yesterday, had given me a mind-blowing blowjob and tit-fuck and ran off with my cash. Sayoko didn't want her out of jealousy or anger, but the fact she wanted to learn her technique!

Sayoko drew a sly grin on the woman's profile, and I pointed. "There! That's her!" I exclaimed! I was still impressed at Sayoko's skill with a pen. She, however, didn't look proud at all—she was brooding, her eyebrows twitching. She gripped the paper hard.

"Aww, Jesus, not her..." She groaned. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, no... please, not ANOTHER girlfriend...!"

The name is Satoru—if you don't know by now, Sayoko has me totally pussy-whipped, and uses me to crash, taking my cash, kicking my ass, and trashing my apartment in Tokyo. Not that I can complain, since she fucks me blind for rent. She was hunting after the blonde Sex-Goddess that I exclaimed gave a better BJ than her.

Anyway, Sayoko turned, glaring down at her sketch.

"Remember when I had to fuck up those two guys, and I got the drug to do it from a nurse?" I rubbed my chin a little, looking up, remembering the time Sayoko got double-teamed by two hunks only for one of them to try to fuck her up the ass.

"Oh yeah—the time you got it up the ass so hard you couldn't sit down for a week, right?"

The next thing I remember feeling was a hard throbbing in my skull after Sayoko thoroughly pummeled my face to pulp.

"Well, she looks just like this drawing," Sayoko continued, not caring my pain. "I didn't know she was out turning tricks in back alleys, though." I pulled myself to my feet and rubbed my head.

"The woman I was with is a nurse?" I asked. Sayoko pulled a cigarette from the pack she always seemed to have on her and lit it.

"We don't know for sure," she shrugged. That's when my brain kicked back into gear.

"Hey!! Wait a sec!" I blinked.

"What?" Sayoko looked over at me.

"I just remembered something..." My mind returned to the hot jacking that Sex-Goddess was giving me, kissing my neck and ears, almost pushing me over the brink before giving me a grade-A blowjob. "There was this really weird smell mixed in with her sweet perfume...and it DID smell a lot like disinfectant...you know, a hospital smell?" I looked at Sayoko. The chick did smell like sanitizers. Sayoko nodded and pointed to the sketch.

"That cinches it then. This is our girl." I crossed my arms in a huff.

"Boy, that nurse really know how to operate," I griped. "Any guy who meets her will be real glad to play doctor with her! And sorry when they get her bill...I need a better 'health plan'!" I whined. Sayoko was good, but she was a real bitch, too!

We pulled up to the Ohka Hospital in Tokyo in Sayoko's baby, her Galant GTO-MR. We parked, watching the place for a sec, and then Sayoko leaned forward, pointing.

"There! Over there! Is that her?" 

"Uhh..." I looked over and, sure enough, there was the blonde bombshell herself, walking out, whistling. "It IS! I'm SURE it's her!" I shouted. The tall woman was wearing a white nurse's skirt, but above it was a black leather corset, accented by an open nurse's jacket.

"Okay, here's the scoop. Her name is Emi...Emi Tanba. I met her when we were both waitresses at this sleazy cocktail bar." Sayoko explained. I glared at Emi as she walked, sauntering along the sidewalk. She did SO not look like a nurse.

"I actually don't know much about her except that she's a total screw-off. I can't BELIEVE she's a nurse, and I NEVER would have guessed she'd be a hooker on the side." Sayoko stared, puffing her cigarette. Whoa, a screw-off by Sayoko's standards—scary!

I got out of the car slowly, holding a suitcase in hand. Sayoko looked at me, staring coolly with her ice-blue eyes under her bleach-blonde hair. "Just follow my plan!" She shouted. I was already shaking.

"S-sure...why not...? I don't want my ass kicked again today..." I stumbled toward Emi, nervous as hell. Sayoko buried her face in her hands on the car wheel, watching me intently.

'I don't give a shit what Emi does in her spare time,' she thought to herself, 'but if she's got such great technique, I've gotta check it out.'

I came within eyeshot of her and gave a cheesy smile, waving. "Oh, HIII! Imagine meeting you here!" I called to her. She looked over, blinking.

"Oh...? Er...who are you?" She asked, smiling just as cheesy back to me, putting a finger on her cheek. Just about what I figured from her.

"Come on, it's me!" I pointed at myself in mock-gladness. "You showed me a really great time in town just yesterday!" She blinked under her glasses, putting her hands to her mouth.

"Oh my gawd! H-how did you know where to find me? Are you a stalker??" She asked, pulling away a little. I eased up, trying to reason with her, still nervous as hell.

"N-not at all! Just out for a walk! Yeah, ha, ha...a walk!" I ad-libbed, terribly. She glared at me sidelong.

"Sure you were. Look kid, you were just a few minutes of fun. That's all. Nothing more, period." She didn't seem to believe the story either, but she wasn't totally lost. I smiled apologetically and wrung my hands together.

"Okay, sure, b-but I can't get your beauty and your...uh...talent off my mind!" I exclaimed. God that sounded pathetic. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my wallet, exposing some cash that Sayoko had lent me for bait; Emi had stolen all of mine for the next two weeks. "I've got money, see?"

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME, KID! THAT WAS A FASHION EMERGENCY! GET THAT SHIT STRAIGHT!" Emi snarled, pointing down at me, making me cringe. "IF YOU THINK I WAS SELLING MY BODY, YOU ARE DEAD WRONG!" Well, she was selling her mouth and her tits!

"Then h-how about this?" I stammered, pulling up the suitcase I'd brought with me. Emi arched a thin brow.

"W-what is it?" She blinked. I opened it up slowly, revealing a fine burgundy business suit, remembering Sayoko's drill for plan B.

'Emi's a total clothes horse. I'll give you some threads I'm sure she'll fall for. If flashing cash bombs, reel her in with the designer goods.' I was hoping Sayoko's plan worked!

"I, uh, I got some things I thought would look great on you..." I almost whispered. Emi blinked and gasped in surprise, grabbing the suit.

"H-holy shit!! M-my suit! My suit that I wanted to get that day and it was GONE!" She gasped, pulling it to her quickly. She paused and looked back at me, whispering.

"Um...so...what's the deal?" She bargained. I rolled my eyes, looking back, whispering just as curtly.

"Same as last time, and straight trade...okay?" I dealed. She laughed and spun around with her new suit.

"Happy happy joy joy!! I'll do anything! Anything!" She exclaimed. I grimaced.

'Hah!' I expected her to laugh. 'How do you know what I liked? I don't believe this is a simple coincidence!' But no. It didn't even occur to ask! So much for my carefully rehearsed reply.

Inside the Ohka hospital, things were going as normal among the doctors, nurses, and patients—except for one storage room.

"Hng!" Emi moaned cutely as she thrust her hips back to meet my hard cock, sliding into her folds like cold steel into a reactor. She reached back and pulled me closer, squeezing my ass, moaning high and smiling as I fondled her huge tits, fucking my solid cock earnestly. We hadn't even bothered to fully undress—she just slid my pants to my ankles, her panties to her knees, and let me bang her doggie-style on a covered table. Goddamn it was hot!

The problem is, we were doing it in a public place, and that gave me goosebumps on the back of my neck.

"Uh...w-why did we have to use the hospital?" I asked between thrusts. "Wouldn't a hotel be more private? Mmh!" Emi squealed and thrust back onto my shaft.

"Don't—Ahn!—Worry! I always use this room," She replied as I fucked her tight cunt, squeezing her soft orbs of flesh.

"Huh? 'always'?!" I asked, grunting. She moaned and arched back.

"Ahh! Ahhhm!! Y-you young guys are always... nnn... ready!" She sighed, gripping the sheets. Her cunt was tightening, and I knew I couldn't take much more of the bliss induced from this Sex-Goddess's honey-pot.

Outside, Sayoko peeked in on us to see how we were doing, trailing us after she saw us go inside.

"U-usually I have to f-fuck wrinkly old farts and... nn!... porky doctors." Emi continued, riding my cock for all it was worth. I blinked.

"What?! You're screwing all the doctors?!" I asked, surprised. Sayoko sneered, thinking differently.

'You conniving cunt! That's how you got to be a nurse—you fucked your way in! Figures!' she thought to herself. I on the meantime was straining against all will to keep from coming, letting it last a little longer—Emi was milking me hard though, moaning and whining with each thrust.

"nn—ahh! Ah! Oh! So good!" She squealed. Sayoko groaned.

'Satoru, you moron! Get out of the fucking way! If you're boning her, how can I see her technique?' She grumbled to herself. I pushed Emi down on the table, grabbed her hips, and thrust in deep as I came hard, filling her tight cunt with my hot cum, groaning.

"N-no! Too soon!" She cried. I wasn't a record-holder in stamina, what could I do? She was too good! She only grinned at me as I pounded her, straining to hold back. "Well, I bet I can get you up again! You're young!" She giggled to herself. That was the only advantage I had; she definitely knew how to turn me on.

Little did I know Sayoko was kneeling by the door, watching through the crack, urging us on as I fucked Emi raw and came deep inside her hot cunt. She turned and knelt, licking and sucking and stroking me to full rigidity in record time.

"Ooh! Your cock is so big and hard!" She teased, half to turn me on and half to amuse her, "I'll never be able to do an old guy again! Hmm," she moaned, looking up at me in her spectacles. "This is turning me on! Stay awhile, 'kay honey?" She invited. I didn't have much choice as she threw me back on the examination bed and slowly eased her dripping pussy to my lips, taking my cock and licking the head furiously as she pumped the shaft. I gripped her ass and ate her eagerly, shivering. She was damn good. And for good reason; she was cooing and whimpering, looking back at me, half breathing her words. "Ohh, yeeeah! Right there, right there! You're so good, babe!" She squealed.

Meanwhile, Sayoko was watching intensely, writing down notes on a pad. "I seeee. Porn video dialogue to heighten the mood... very good... nonstop tonguing and stroking... damn, she is a master," she grumbled. If only I knew!

Now Emi had had enough oral. She leaned back and raised her heeled-feet high, spreading her legs. I accepted her invitation and began to pound her hard on the table, making her scream. "Ah! Yah! So good!! Harder!" She thrashed as her creamy tits bounced with our rhythm. She arched her back as I grit my teeth, my cock pumping relentlessly inside her.

"Shit," Sayoko griped, hunching her shoulders. "Now I'm turned on." She was soaking wet! She looked around instinctively for a room of her own to finish up in, when she saw two white figures down the hall approaching.

I was too busy fucking as if my life depended on it. She gripped me with her thighs as I fucked her harder, and harder, at her urging, her moans and squeals making me shake, when she finally screamed.

"Ah! Ahn! Ahh!! I'm.. COMING!!" She shivered.

"SO ARE TWO OTHER NURSES! HIDE!!" Sayoko burst in, making my dick shrivel instantly and making both Emi and my eyes pop out. We scrambled and Sayoko grabbed us, slamming us in a locker with her.

We hunched together in the dark. I could feel Sayoko's hair on my left, and Emi's tit on my right. We heard the nurses come in.

"...and then not a peep!" One cracked. The other giggled.

"Pretty gross though, you think he meant it?" The first asked. The other snickered a little.

"Apparentlyyy... Unf," She sighed, putting something down. "These things are heavy."

"Hey, what's that?" The first asked. I thought we were toast! The first nurse sniffed the air. "Eeuww, it smells kinda rank in here..." Uh oh! No shit! We were fucking like animals!

"Huh?" The other asked. "Aw, it always smells like that, for some reason." No shit! Emi fucked like an animal!

And here I was, crammed in a locker with a nude Emi, her clothes at my feet and her thong on my head. She must've been freaking out over Sayoko! I only hoped they wouldn't scream. Sayoko probably thought it was awkward in the first place.

"Yeah, but it kinda reminds me of something," the first nurse wondered. The three of us jumped. "Like...um...you know... guys'... 'stuff.'"

"EWW! Sachiko! That is so gross!" The second cried as their voices started to move away.

"But it does!"

"C'mon! It's just old disinfectant or something..." Their argument slowly faded after the door closed.

After that, all hell broke loose. The door swung open, Emi kicking and screaming. "All right!! What's SHE doing here?! Spill it, punk!!"

"I've got...uh...morning sickness!" Sayoko excused. "Bad, real bad. Thought you could fix me up with a doctor!" She snickered like a cat. Emi screamed.

"TAKE IT TO SOME BACK ALLEY CHOP SHOP, YOU SLUT!" I was just trying to get out of there and take the soaking thong off my head!

After some time explaining ourselves, sitting on the table with Emi, she laughed and only shook her head. "So that's it! I thought this was fishy, right from the start!" Bullshit! Sayoko and I weren't convinced. Emi leaned in and caressed Sayoko's cheek. Sayoko leaned back, groaning. "Sneaking around like that—you're just too cute, Sayoko! All you had to do was ask me, I would have taught you everything I know!" She cooed. Sayoko looked at me for help. I was confused.

"Yeah, boss! If you guys are friends, why go to all this trouble...?"

"Because Sayoko's just a big silly!" Emi leaned in and softly squeezed Sayoko's tit, leaning closer to her. "Tell you what...I'll ask you next time!" She giggled. Sayoko groaned, looking at me.

"'Cause she's a switch-hitter, dumbass! And I'm not!" She pulled away. I blinked in surprise. Emi was bisexual! That was enough to make my cock stir in my boxers. Emi grabbed at Sayoko's skirt and pulled it away.

"Jee-zus! STOP it Emi!" She growled. Emi only laughed, softly squeezing Sayoko's tits and yanking her thong down.

"Ooh, but, why? C'mon, just for a little bit..." She grabbed Sayoko and flung her down, licking her ear down to her neck. Their legs were entwined, and though Sayoko tried to fight, she only groaned more.

"Rrrg! I knew this would happen!" She flailed. I took my initiative, pulling my boxers away and grabbing Emi, sliding my cock between their pussies.

"Mmmmmmm!!" Emi squealed. "I've always wanted to do it with you, Sayoko!" She giggled, pulling on Sayoko's top. The boss and the sex goddess! Was there anything higher than heaven? I slowly fucked my cock between their two hot pussies. Sayoko was already soaking wet. Emi moaned.

"Awesome!" She cried as she leaned in and started sucking on Sayoko's hardened nipples. "Hmm, how's my technique, Sayoko?" She asked playfully. Sayoko only groaned.

"You're...mnnn," she moaned, "g-good, okay? But I just don't play... ah! On b-both teams..." Emi pulled up and looked back at me.

"Welll...what would help? Oh, I know!" She grinned devilishly. "Satoru, be a dear and fill Sayoko's mouth now, would you?" She asked. I blinked.

"Huh? Sure! Anytime!" I agreed, moving around and putting my pulsing cock in front of her. In her aroused state she took it and began to eagerly suck like the pro I knew her to be. 

"I have something I've been saving just for my Sayoko!" She giggled. Emi wandered to a locker and rummaged through it. I arched a brow, looking over, and was surprised when Emi stood up. "Ta-daa!" 

"Wow! King Dong!" I gasped. Sayoko looked shocked. Emi stood with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a huge strap-on! But it wasn't just a strap-on, it was a souvenir from Australia—the boomerang! A double-sided strap-on that fucked Emi just as deep as it would fuck Sayoko. It was huge, the biggest cock, false or real, I'd ever seen, and was lined with many bumps.

"Get her hands, Satoru!" Emi cried. 

"Hey! Wait! Yeek!" Before Sayoko could escape I grabbed her and pulled her hands over her head, her legs kicking as she lay on her side. Emi grabbed them and moved in for the kill.

"Relax, Sayoko dear, and enjoy it! One, two, three!" Emi counted, and on three she shoved the full length of the huge hard strap-on inside of Sayoko's hot cunt. Sayoko arched back and cried out, still half-struggling.

"Ah-AAHHHNN!!! Oh m-my god!! It's HUGE!" She screamed. I was getting off to this! It was like she was getting raped!

We turned Sayoko onto her knees and Emi began to pound her from behind as Sayoko's quivering lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me as hard as she was being fucked. Emi squealed and moaned with each hard, quick thrust.

"Nn! Nn! Nnh! It's good, isn't it, Sayoko? All these nice bumps, and so BIG, too!" She giggled, squeezing her ass. It was beautiful! Both of them were fucking themselves raw. "Ooh, yes! Yes! I can almost feel you, Sayoko! I could fuck you forever!" She cried. Sayoko's muffled moans and wails only added to the sensations around my cock.

"Aah, the sound of angels...I could get used to this...hnnngh!" I groaned. It was too much, and we wanted more!

It was after sundown when we finally left the hospital. Sayoko looked like she'd been through something, and it sure as hell wasn't something she didn't like, though she didn't look it. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as we walked back to her car.

"Damn, that Emi is whack!" I sighed. "She's wilder than you are, Sayoko!" And that was a bold statement!

Sayoko could only groan. "Yeah...and I couldn't even fucking say no, I owe her so much money!" So, she owed Emi too. Figures. "Damn, my pussy is sore..." She sighed, then shot me a glare, biting down on her cigarette in her mouth. "You got off on watching her do me, didn't you?!" I raised my hands in defense.

"Ah hah hah, heh! N-no! Not at all! Hey, I only came twice!" I stammered. It was true, but then again it was something I would never forget. Sayoko growled and pulled me into a headlock as we got to her car.

"Well you're gonna make it up to me, boy. I need some sexual healing," she sneered, "and that means I come three times, or else!"

"B-but I'm exhausted! That'll kill me! M-mercy, boss!"

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Next time: Sayoko goes for broke!

Sorry again for the absence. A lot's been going on over here. I'd like some feedback on my series. Next part will come as soon as I have time. ~Ala