0 comments/ 45341 views/ 7 favorites Yakuza By: afterthebeep A polite knock on the door raised the young woman's attention from her magazine. She smiled when her employer walked into the room of the massage parlour, looking up at the older woman with large, chocolate brown eyes. "Reiko? Your two o'clock, Kazuma-san is here," the slightly older woman, dressed in a simple but elegant black dress, informed the dark haired girl. Reiko nodded and smiled, setting her magazine to the side almost instantly. The name of her regular client alone was enough to cause her to break into a wide, cheerful grin, and Momo-san, the owner of the massage parler where Reiko worked, didn't miss the twinkle in the young woman's eyes. Although she clicked her tongue with disapproval, a hint of a smile could be seen on her cherry red painted lips. "Oh, he's here? Great, could you send him through please, Momo-san," the young woman said in a cheerful tone as she rose to her feet and soothed out the possible creases in her mid thigh length dress. It was a simple white flowing dress, appropriate for work but still attractive, as Momo-san wanted for the parlour. The elder woman nodded and flicked her bobbed black hair before she quietly left the room. Room number six of Gemini Parlour was probably one of the best ones ; it looked more like a neat little bedroom rather than just having the usual decor of these kinds of places. The massage table itself was covered with floor length dark brown sheets, which fitted very well with the general 'box of chocolates' theme. Two plush brown chairs stood beneath sparkling wall lights, and little three legged tables held the necessary massage oils around the room. Gemini Massage Parlour was certainly one of the best in central Tokyo. Although due to its downtown location most of the customers were either Yakuza or sex obsessed salary-men, but the parlour had a very firm rule that was never broken. It was strictly a massage parlour, with experienced staff. Nothing else would happen, that's what the hostess bars were for. The two knocks on the door made Reiko jump even though she was expecting it. She turned around and cried out 'come in!' as she stood by the bed, her hands crossed over one another a few inches under her stomach. Reiko was smiling now, her bright, cheerful grin being the first thing that Kazuma noticed as he entered the dark room. He'd always been somewhat uncomfortable by the mood lighting which was always on throughout the whole club. It amused him slightly, mostly because Momo-san had claimed that the parlour was so sophisticated and serious, yet everything about the place screamed sex. "Hey, Reiko," Kazuma's voice was so deep, it practically vibrated off the walls. Kazuma could tell that his masseuse was a little nervous, and it made him stretch his lips in just a little smile. The young Eurasian woman took a step forward towards Kazuma-san, her eyes focusing over his tall, handsome form. Although Reiko got her mother's genes where height was concerned and fitted in at quite a Japanese average of 5"3, Kazuma absolutely towered over her. He was 6"2 exactly, and was about 250 pounds of pure muscle. The fact that he always wore suits made him just a little bit more intimidating. Kazuma wasn't unique for this neighbourhood. He fell into one of the two categories, he was a Yakuza rather than salary-man. As far as Reiko knew, he was the soldier for the Asai family. He was in charge of the worst work. "Nice day, isn't it, Kazuma-san," Reiko smiled, her wide eyes looking up into his as she took his suit jacket and moved her small form to the changing area behind a carefully painted board. She hung up Kazuma's suit jacket, privately marvelling at how broad the shoulders were. "Would you like a drink, Kazuma-san?" she asked politely and peeked from behind the board, smiling as her fingers touched the towels that were waiting for him there. He smiled back, but only slightly. "Orange juice, please," he gave the answer that she expected. Kazuma never drank during the massages. He walked over to her now as his fingers worked on undoing his tie. Reiko blushed, but didn't move her eyes away from his handsome face. His hair was short, about an inch and a half, jet black and always neatly jelled. His eyes were dark and showed very little emotion. He was handsome by any woman's standard, and the other girls felt a mild irritation towards Reiko when she first arrived because after two weeks of her being there, Kazuma-san had switched to only ever getting massages from the young half Asian woman. He'd been going to her weekly for four months now, half because she was a truly amazing masseuse, and half because Kazuma was oddly attracted to the girl. He smiled as she left the room and slowly began to undress. Reiko's highlighted hair was always tied back neatly for safety reasons, the middle parting making her hair frame her face and show off her brown eyes perfectly. Her eyes were larger than that of a Japanese person naturally, and whilst it got her taunted at school, after the awkward adolescence, her eyes became her best features. Her nose was a little large for her face, but not enough to stand out. And her body... Kazuma groaned slightly as he slid out of his trousers. She was curvier than a Japanese woman, with larger breasts and a shapely pair of legs and ass. There had been a mutual attraction from the start, and whenever they were alone like this, the sexual tension was so strong. Kazuma had come to love their teasing mind games almost as much as he loved the massages. He'd even started to miss Reiko when gone for too long. xxxxx Reiko knocked three times on the door before she entered with a jug of orange juice and a glass of ice. She smiled at Kazuma, who sat on top of the massage table now, a towel around his waist. Usually, he tended to keep some sort of modesty and keep his boxer shorts on, unlike a lot of the customers who chose to 'surprise' the masseuse. "Your drink," the girl poured out the orange juice and passed it to Kazuma, who took it with a polite bow. He watched her body move around the room as she collected oils and creams for the massage. The room itself smelt so very fruity, so very Reiko. The Yakuza smirked a little ; if she had used any of the creams that she wanted to use on him, the boys would taunt him for days. Reiko was a fan of strawberry and coconut in particular, never together, but Kazuma refused to have them either way. She had her influence, nevertheless, and the creams were always honey based, so Kazuma still remained smelling just a little bit feminine. Reiko had always argued that first of, there was no such thing as a masculine smelling oil. Secondly, what Kazuma had chosen [ lavender, spice, sea breeze ] was all incredibly old fashioned. "Okay, ready when you are," Reiko beamed as she dried her hands on a soft cotton towel. Kazuma quickly finished his drink and set it aside, before he lay face down on the massage table, his broad, tattooed back exposed to the young masseuse. Reiko smiled as she stood by the table and squeezed some of the oil onto her hands, soothing it into her skin before she touched Kazuma. He was the first Yakuza she had ever massaged. In her training, she'd never come across a person with so many tattoos, or so many scars. His whole back was covered with a compulsory design to show his status and affiliation, and when Reiko had first seen it lying in front of her like this, she didn't know where to begin. The scar tissue was even worse. Kazuma had scars from just about everything, and Reiko had actually got upset over the possibility of hurting him due to the scar tissue. He spent almost an hour trying to reassure her, in his own special way, that it was alright. Now that he lay before her the way that he did, Reiko smiled. He had the most beautiful body for massaging. She would do his back, his neck, his arms, his shoulders, and then sometimes his chest, depending on how long he was staying for. Kazuma never wanted his legs doing, so everything was always purely above the waist. Nevertheless that hadn't stopped them from getting into a few interesting predicaments during some of their recent sessions. "You're really tense, Kazuma-san. More than usual," Reiko complained as she ran her oily fingers along his broad back. Kazuma grunted in response, his eyes closed as he focused on the small hands outlining his back. She was very careful, her nails never scraped the skin and it never felt uncomfortable. "I've been working, Reiko-san," Kazuma mumbled into the cushion, his eyes opening slightly to peek at the young woman. He was level with her legs, where the dress came to an end at her thighs. "I'm still in, uh, work mode. That's helping though..." The masseuse smiled a little, her fingers kneading over his back, trying to push away the knots now. "How long do I have you for today, then?" she asked in a joking tone, causing Kazuma's back to twitch twice, indicating amusement. "For as long as you want... but Momo-san only put me down for an hour," now it was Reiko's turn to laugh as she shook her head slightly. Her blush was gone, mostly, and she was concentrating on relaxing Kazuma. The first half an hour wasn't quite as gentle as it could have been, but the gangster couldn't have been more grateful. Whilst he loved it when the young woman was clearly excited from massaging his body, sometimes he really, really needed a proper massage. Fortunately, Reiko knew that. Reiko knew a lot about his body, more than anyone else, Kazuma thought. She knew how to send him into that state of sleepy arousal, where half of him wanted to doze off under her hypnotic touch, and the other half wanted to pin her up against a wall and fuck her. She knew which parts of him were particularly sensitive, which were particularly painful, and which ones caused his dick to stir. The first time that Kazuma got hard at a massage was a little embarrassing for him, as the little towel over his boxer shorts did a pretty bad job of hiding anything. Especially since Reiko had been massaging his front, too. He didn't know whether or not to scream or laugh as her hands massaged down his stomach, so painfully close to his obvious embarrassing hard on. Reiko had been embarrassed too. But she had also been turned on, and during the next few sessions she tried especially hard to arouse the yakuza, and it worked very well. A session that stood out the most was when she wore the exact same white dress as today, Kazuma had remembered. By the time the massage was ten minutes in, they were both breathing heavily, with him shifting his painfully hard dick into the massage table as her fingers trembled over his skin. She said to him that she couldn't reach his neck very well. They had a new massage table, and it was just a little too high. So she got a stool and stood over him, but then the table was too low. Nevertheless those two minutes of watching her legs made Kazuma crazy. He had joked that she should just get on top of him. His tone didn't indicate any humor though, and Reiko didn't take it as a joke either. She made a few compulsory, polite rejections but then went on rambling, saying how that was actually quite a good idea. She was breathless as she spoke, and her eyes were half closed, Kazuma remembered. Usually a little clumsy, Reiko made no mistakes or slips as she climbed up on the stool, then onto the massage bed with him. It was a strong bed, made for big men, so it held her up on top of him easily. Reiko had sat herself on his bottom, with her legs dangling on either side. Kazuma had never been as turned on as when he realised that as Reiko moved up and down to massage his neck and upper back, her sex moved up and down on his ass, too. And when he realised that his towel was actually getting wet from where she was moving, he almost came right on the massage table. The rest of that massage hadn't been a massage at all. It involved Reiko moving up and down on his ass, rubbing herself as discreetly as she could, as his fingers reached out for her dangling legs and caressed the ankles softly. The only thing that stopped Kazuma from fucking her there and then was the fact that he had respect for the parlour's rules, and Momo-san, who would not hesitate in banning him and firing Reiko if she'd found Kazuma in-between Reiko's legs, eating her out. It never happened again, not quite to that extent. Reiko had been thoroughly embarrassed, but she still enjoyed it very much when Kazuma would leave to get changed with an erection. "Do you want me to do your front?" the young masseuse smiled as she ran her fingers along the broad back. She massaged gently, moving her hands in long, circular motions along the length of his back. The muscle there was relaxed now and Kazuma was in a sleepy state. His dark brown eyes blinked open and he groaned in response before he slowly turned onto his back, a small, comfortable smile on his lips. "Yeah," he responded softly, closing his eyes as Reiko squeezed some oil onto his chest. Her hands were completely stretched out on his chest as she massaged slowly, her fingers moving over his nipples as he hitched in a breath and bit gently onto his lower lip. "Yeah, that's better," the yakuza was almost groaning now. Reiko smiled gently and stroked down his stomach, his muscles tensing out of habit at her touch. He had such a firm stomach, hard muscle still perfect against the skin even at his thirty six years. "Reiko..." her name escaped his lips and made her raise her head. The young woman smiled at him with a soft 'hmm?' as Kazuma looked at her, a tender smile curving her lips. He said nothing but watched her with a firm gaze as he moved the hand closest to the young woman onto her lower thigh, just a little above her knee. His eyes seemed to be asking permission for the touch, and her own eyes responded with approval. Kazuma knew it wasn't allowed. He knew that he shouldn't have touched her in such a way, and she shouldn't have allowed it, but the want was obvious in both of them. Reiko's cheeks were bright apple red as her fingers moved over his hips, the shape of his body absolutely delicious. Her eyes shifted away just for a moment, looking at his large, tanned hand against her own smooth skin. The gangster's fingertips made invisible patterns against her thighs as his hand moved further up, his palm applying a firm pressure against her skin. Kazuma's hand slid beneath her dress and unconsciously Reiko parted her legs, allowing him space. Never would she have let another client touch her like this, but Kazuma's touch was addictive. Her eyes shifted from the arousal that tented Kazuma's towel, to his face and the shape of his upper body. Kazuma still lay down but his eyes were fully open, watching her as her hands worked on his hips, his stomach, hesitating on whether or not to move lower and finally press her hand against his firm sex. Reiko's eyes shot up and her shy smile widened when Kazuma's thumb skimmed the mound between her legs, before he repeated this motion a little harder. Reiko's lips parted to release a small gasp, and she parted her legs even more. Kazuma's dick twitched and hardened to it's full length now. It moved towards his stomach, almost touching the young woman's hand. Her trembling fingers finally dared to touch, and the small palm was pressed to head of Kazuma's aching sex, her fingers wrapping firmly around the organ through cloth. Kazuma watched her even as his lips parted and he released a quiet groan. They were both almost completely silent, but their breathing was very audible throughout the room. The cotton of Reiko's underwear was wet, and Kazuma wanted to feel the warm skin underneath. His fingers slowly pushed back the fabric and the index finger slid across her warm pussy lips, how wet Reiko was totally taking him by surprise. The groan that he released was loud when the young masseuse slid her small hand underneath the towel and straight into his boxer shorts, taking hold of his stiff sex. Reiko could barely stand up now as the gangster traced his middle finger between her lips. Her natural lubrication made it easy for him to move the tip of his middle finger to her clitoris, just as she began to stroke his cock hard, from the base to tip. Although she could barely stand up, Reiko couldn't help but pay total attention to the stiff erection in her hand. She pushed her thumb along the head, running it over the slit and massaging gently. Reiko's fingers caressed Kazuma's stiff arousal, tracing the vein gently before she applied a little firmer pressure. "Kazuma-san," the young woman suddenly breathed out, her free hand grabbing onto the table as Kazuma slid his middle finger past her clitoris and into her tight, wet entrance as his thumb made circles against the hard little clit. Reiko was biting down on her lower lip, whispering the Yakuza's name gently, over and over. He smiled and let out shaky breaths as the soft, padded cushion of her thumb began to spread his pre-come everywhere. Kazuma was painfully hard now, and when her insides clamped around his middle finger as she approached orgasm, Kazuma had to push her hand away to stop himself from coming all over himself. Instead the fingers of his free hand linked with hers and he leaned over, allowing her to breathe and whimper into his chest as he brought her to orgasm, her juices leaking over his fingers and his palm now. "Kazuma-san..." Reiko repeated after a moment of silence as Kazuma withdrew his hand, stroking her sensitive clitoris just once more before he released her fingertips. They looked at each other now as the young woman turned bright red, her hands resting on his stomach as she shifted her gaze to his still hard cock. "I don't want to make a mess,"the gangster grinned and Reiko nodded, standing up on her shaking legs as she calmed from orgasm. Kazuma's time was nearly up. xxxx It had just gone ten pm and Reiko wrapped her scarf around her neck. It was cold outside. It was winter, so the young masseuse wore her thick warm coat and gloves. She shuddered uncomfortably at the thought of standing at the bus stop for hours, since public transport was just as unreliable in Tokyo as it was in any city. When the young woman took her shoulder bag and turned off the light in the massage room, she was ready to go home. The shift was long, and Kazuma-san had certainly been the highlight. Reiko hadn't stopped smiling since then, and whenever she thought of the handsome Yakuza, she found herself shivering from head to toe. "Reiko." Her employers tone startled the young masseuse, but she looked up at Momo-san with a soft smile. Momo-san didn't look quite as cheerful. Her dark eyes were narrowed in a thin line and her lips were in a full pout as she eyed her employee with an obvious distaste. Her look made Reiko nervous, so the young woman bowed her head respectfully. "He finger fucked you, didn't he?" Momo-san spoke with a serious expression. Instantly, Reiko moved her dark eyes away, her cheeks blushing in a deep red as she parted her lips, trying to think of a valid excuse. Of course Momo-san knew of what happened during Kazuma's appointment ; Momo-san knew everything. "I'm... he... I'm... Momo-san," Reiko bowed her head, her curled hair falling over her shoulders now. "Kazuma-san, he.... I'm sorry Momo-san. I didn't mean to, neither did Kazuma-san. I'm sorry.... but how," she was mumbling now, talking quickly as Momo-san stood in front of her with that firm pout. "I could smell you on his fingers when he paid me, Reiko," the employer spoke, and the dark haired Reiko bowed her head in embarrassment and apology. "If it happens again, you'll lose you job, and Kazuma will be banned. It's not acceptable, Reiko. If you want to be a whore, you can be a hostess. This isn't acceptable," Momo-san repeated as Reiko nodded vigorously, repeating her apologies until her employer finally excused her. Yakuza Nevertheless, despite her embarrassment, all Reiko could think about as she waited for the bus was Kazuma. His hands, his touch, his beautiful body. The weather outside was cool, but not too cold for December. Reiko shivered as she walked up to the bus stop, her eyes focused on the ground. Around her were tramps, whores and gangsters. It wasn't a lifestyle that she'd chosen for herself originally, but working in the massage parlour was the easiest way to earn money without turning to some form of prostitution. It wasn't uncommon for the young woman to wait for the bus. Trains were irregular at this time, and getting a taxi back regularly simply wasn't affordable. Plus, on more than one occasion, when Reiko was waiting for the bus, Kazuma-san would be coming back from work, or going to work, and he'd wait with her. Although he rarely said anything, he'd always wait. The Yakuza would always tell her how unsafe she was being, and how she really should have taken a taxi home. A drunken salary-man had joined her today. He was making jokes and crude remarks, ones that Reiko smiled at but didn't respond to. After four months of working in this particular part of Tokyo, the masseuse had learnt that neither responding nor ignoring were suitable. The men here were desperate, the married, drunken businessmen determined to bed as many young women as possible. Some, like this one, got more persistent than others. "Come on baby," the drunken man smiled as his hands tried to grab her waist. Reiko skilfully slid from his arms, smiling shyly as she shook her head negative. "Come on, you're a hostess anyway, right? Come on, it isn't much difference... I'll take you to a nice hotel!" The businessman only quietened down when another person walked up to the bus stop ; and out of the corner of her eye, Reiko saw that this man was wearing a white suit. A white suit and a black shirt with a tie. Reiko knew instantly that it was Kazuma. "Kazuma-san," she whispered as the drunk exclaimed 'what?!' The gangster moved to her side within an instant, his fingers moving to her elbow, touching it gently. "Have you been waiting long?" Kazuma asked, as if Reiko had been waiting for him all along. The young woman shook her head, and the drunk beside them stumbled back, confused. "What the fuck? Fuckin' yakuza! You can't expect me to buy this shit," he muttered, shaking his head. He wasn't about to leave, but when Kazuma glared at him with that intent stare, the little businessman began to back away. "Think you're so fuckin' great.... fucking Yakuza," the man repeated as Reiko slid into Kazuma's arm, only for show of course. "Fuck you. Fuck both of you," the businessman cursed, raising his middle finger at Kazuma and Reiko as he stumbled back. The young woman smiled when he was out of sight, and turned her body in Kazuma's arms. "Thank you..." "I've told you before, you shouldn't get the bus at this time. It's too dangerous, Reiko," the gangster lectured as he pulled away from the young woman. His fingers traced her arm as she looked up at him. The air was cold and she was obviously shivering. "I know, Kazuma-san. But the trains are irregular now, and getting a taxi back is too expensive. I see what you mean, though," she nodded, and linked her gloved hands together, smiling up at Kazuma. "I could get the train tonight, though. I think it's in an hour," Reiko paused as she looked up at Kazuma. She had an hour to spare, and she wanted him with her throughout that time. "...could I buy you a drink, Kazuma-san? You know, to say thank you for tonight. For that man... please, Kazuma-san? We have an hour," her bright smile was enough to convince him. The Yakuza nodded but didn't smile. "Where do you want to go?" Kazuma asked, moving his fingers into his pockets as he eyed the young woman beside him. She stood beside him and looked up into his eyes, shrugging her shoulders lightly as she told him to choose. Most of the bars in the area were owned by gangs, and Kazuma really didn't wish to go into a club where they were constantly being watched. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere," he reassured her now and began to lead the way, as Reiko followed behind closely. The streets were packed, and Kazuma walked too fast. Reiko had to quicken her step so she could walk beside him. Neither of them said anything until they stepped into a small bar a little of West Street. An Irish themed bar, which Reiko figured had no Mafia connections. The barman only grunted at them in greeting. Kazuma grunted in response, but Reiko smiled. Although she had walked past this bar many times, Reiko had never been in before. She ordered a glass of wine for herself, and a whiskey for Kazuma which he took with a nod and a thank you before sliding onto the barstool. Reiko moved beside him. "I got in trouble today, Kazuma-san," Reiko finally spoke after a silence. "Momo-san... she seems to know everything," the girl laughed nervously, she didn't need to elaborate. Kazuma nodded, his expression not changing as he sipped on his whiskey on the rocks. He knew Momo-san well, he'd been acquainted with her for a few years and he'd never once done anything to upset the manageress. "Is your job fine?" he asked mechanically and Reiko nodded. "It is. If it happens again though, I'm fired and you're banned," she said in an equally bland monotone, shifting her gaze to him from the corner of her eyes. Kazuma was watching her. He was smiling slightly, but Reiko couldn't tell the nature of his smile. Nevertheless his eyes were kind. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise." Kazuma finished the whiskey and set the empty glass down. He looked over at Reiko and gulped in a breath ; his cock was still twitching from before. Her scent triggered his arousal. She smelt so good, so fresh. Kazuma's fingers twitched on the table as Reiko finished her drink. He wanted her so badly now, more than he'd ever wanted a woman before. This was probably because every other woman that he'd wanted, he'd got within days. Kazuma had wanted Reiko for months. "Lets go to a karaoke house, Kazuma-san!" xxxx Now although Kazuma hated karaoke, watching Reiko shake her hips to contemporary pop music for the past two hours had surely been entertaining. Reiko had missed her train by an hour and a half, but dangerously enough, she trusted the yakuza. "Kazuma-san! I sang the last one for you!" the young woman laughed as she drunkenly slid from the little stage, where she had been dueting with a particularly cheerful salary-man. He looked on with a grin as Reiko moved her bottom in front of Kazuma, and the Yakuza finally pulled her onto his lap. It was obvious that he'd been waiting to do that for a very long time. The gangster smelt her hair, the alcohol on his own breath showing a sign of weakness. His wants were obvious now, his ache tenting his trousers and pressing into her thigh. Reiko turned around in his arms and wrapped her fingers around his neck. They looked at each other for a moment and the young masseuse smiled as she daringly moved her hand to caress at Kazuma's broad jaw. Reiko wasn't sure of what to say or do, but the alcohol in her blood loosened her up a little, just like it had done to Kazuma. "I should get going home, right," she smiled, moving herself against him harder. Her arms were now around his neck as she breathed against his ear. Kazuma's fingers pressed against her lower back, his long digits stretched out and barely skimming her ass. "You live too far away. Come back to my place tonight, since I can't drive you back and it's not safe for you alone." Kazuma's dark brown eyes glistened with ulterior motive and his breath moved against her neck in sharp motions. Reiko hesitated slightly before moving her hands down the length of his arms, from the shoulders right down to the fingertips. Their thumbs entwined together as Kazuma moved his mouth against Reiko's jaw, parting his lips over the skin there. "Come on, Reiko... you know it's not safe to go home alone. Even getting a taxi back...isn't safe..." "But Kazuma-san... I'm not..." she smiled, tilting her head slightly to allow more of his mouth against her skin. Reiko wanted to say that she wasn't that kind of girl, and she wouldn't usually return to a stranger's house, just like that, but her speech was quickly forgotten as the tip of Kazuma's warm, wet tongue gently traced the skin of her neck. "Hm, I suppose you're right... it's probably much safer." A satisfied smile stretched the Yakuza's lips and he nodded, letting Reiko slip from his lap before he stood up with her, his fingers hovering above her bottom as he paid for their drinks, all cash of course, and moved towards the exit. There was so much attraction between them, so much sexual tension. Kazuma's heart was beating quickly within his chest, he was almost losing his composure. Reiko moved his fingers away from her backside, instead linking their digits together as he shot her a small smile. It seemed like thousands of people were passing them by so quickly, they all moved past drunkenly, all talking and laughing. Kazuma and Reiko barely noticed anyone though. "I'm sorry if you're disappointed. I've never felt the need for a large apartment, I live alone," he explained and released her fingers for a moment. They came to an apartment block next to a series of shops. It was almost impossible to find a neat and expensive area in this particular centre. Everything was owned by gagsters and populated by drunks and prostitutes or the gangsters themselves. Reiko was a student, working there temporarily. She lived in the next city along. Carefully, the young woman followed Kazuma, watching his broad back and tight bottom move in front of her as he took one step at a time. He lived on the second floor, above one of the alcohol shops which was thankfully closed for the night. Reiko could feel her heart swelling in her chest as Kazuma opened his door. She hesitated ; should she have turned back? It was obvious what was going to happen. She didn't go to his home for safety reasons. Jumping slightly at the feel of his fingers on her waist, Reiko blushed but moved inside, sliding out of her boots easily. Kazuma slid his suit jacket off and hung it up, before he moved behind the young woman and removed her coat as well. He stood behind her for a moment and inhaled her scent once more. "Do you want a drink?" Kazuma asked politely as Reiko stood by the doorway of his kitchen, having followed him in. She said she'd have water, so the gangster poured himself a whiskey and got a small bottle of water for the girl from the fridge before he guided her into the living room, turning the lights onto a dim setting. It was too late in the evening for the lights to be on full setting. Kazuma sat on the small couch first, and Reiko slipped close to him. He hadn't been modest when he'd referred to his home as small. The apartment was compact, but it was pleasant. He wasn't one for plants or pictures, but little things made the flat distinguishable. The masseuse smiled at him before sliding beside him slowly, and Kazuma closed his arm around her protectively. She was so small compared to him, even though her shoulders were a little broad for her build. "I've had a good time tonight," Reiko smiled, being the first to speak. The Yakuza massaged her upper arm gently, encouraging her to respond to his touch. Reiko hesitated slightly but lifted her hand up anyway, moving her fingers up to caress his lower stomach, making small circles there as her large brown eyes peeked up at him from behind brush stroke eyelashes. Kazuma didn't have to say anything ; he simply nodded in agreement before his hand twitched and brought her even closer to his chest, making the young woman gasp out loud and dig her fingertips slightly into his abdomen. Kazuma watched as Reiko's tongue peeked out from her mouth and gently slid over her lower lip. He smiled ; she was avoiding his gaze, presumably due to shyness. So the Yakuza made the first move, lowering himself slowly and pressing his warm mouth against her cheek, then along her jaw, to her chin. Reiko's fingers moved from his firm stomach to his arm, encouraging it around her waist. Kazuma held her tight when his mouth eventually found hers and they shared their first kiss. Reiko was still nervous, so her eyes remained open for a moment as she whimpered and pressed her mouth against his, parting her lips whenever Kazuma willed her to do so, since he was guiding the kiss. Slowly his tongue peeked out, as if not to intimidate. It slid along her lower lip gently before penetrating her mouth, where the young woman's tongue met his shyly. Finally Reiko closed her eyes, and Kazuma pulled her on top of him in a seating position. Their mouths never left each other, and their tongues moved slowly together at first, before the masseuse tempted Kazuma in an outer mouth kiss, the tip of her tongue moving around his as they watched each other through half lidded eyes. Reiko's legs were on either side of Kazuma's large thighs now, and his hands moved up and down her back, landing on her ass and pulling her closer into the kiss to deepen it once again. The young woman smiled against his mouth, a shudder waving through her body as she felt her breasts push against his hard chest. The more she moved on his lap, the clearer his erection became. Kazuma's cock was standing upright now, the tent obvious in his trousers as Reiko pressed her ass against it, whimpering and giggling slightly in between kisses. Kazuma didn't laugh. In fact he said nothing at all, but lust was obvious in his eyes. His hand touched her waist, tracing it round to the front before the long digits slowly traced up and a hand cupped at her breast. The gangster could feel her nipples harden under his touch almost instantly, despite the thick cloth of her bra and her shirt separating skin. When Reiko whispered his name, Kazuma had decided that it was time to move to the bedroom. His bedroom, unlike the rest of the modest apartment, was extraordinary. The windows were floor length and multicoloured lights from the city created a hazy glow on the two figures once they'd collapsed on the low bed. Kazuma was sat down with a topless Reiko on top of him now ; her shirt had been lost somewhere along the way. His own was undone as well, and the young woman stroked his nipples and chest as she nibbled gently on his muscular neck. The gangster released a light moan and moved his fingers down her back, along the curve of her spine. His hand instantly slid into her skirt, into her tights and underwear, and cupped her ass gently. He squeezed in appreciation and smiled against her mouth for a moment before their kisses deepened once again. Reiko's talented fingers gently ran down Kazuma's chest, down his firm stomach, until they reached the zipper of his trousers. She opened her eyes but didn't hesitate. She undid her trousers slowly as he mirrored her intentions and unzipped her skirt, sliding the cloth over her ass, onto the floor. Reiko laughed an embarrassed little giggle as she stood up and moved out of her tights and underwear, before she kneeled between Kazuma's parted legs. He sighed deeply when she pressed her small hand against his stiff cock and rubbed it through the cloth of his trousers before she continued to undress him. Kazuma stood up and slid from his trousers, underwear and socks. When Reiko was on top of him again, they were both naked as they rolled on top of the covers. Her body was just as he had imagined, the breasts perfect size to fit into his hands, and her bottom soft, curvy. Kazuma's tattoo was still the most unique thing to Reiko about the Yakuza, but it wasn't just the body modification on his back that stood out now. Kazuma's cock was certainly above average in length as well as thickness, and it made Reiko shiver as she straddled him. As they kissed with Reiko on top of him, Kazuma could feel her clitoris pressing against the length of his cock as she moved up and down, stimulating herself on his hard sex. Kazuma watched her for a moment before he moved and switched their positions, so he was on top. His fingers gently pushed her hand away and moved between her legs himself. His fingers moved up and down her slit before his thumb began to circle her clitoris slowly making long circles along the hard little nub. Reiko was slithering beneath him now, pressing her mound harder against his hand. She whimpered and moaned, rubbing her clit against his thumb as his middle finger pressed into her pussy, slowly moving in and out in time with his stimulation of her clit. "Oh, Kazuma!" her moans became louder, and Kazuma increased his pace until he felt her tight insides contract around his finger before she moaned even louder and came, coating his fingertips. The Yakuza smiled and ran his fingertips over her clitoris three more times before he kissed her on the mouth and Reiko guided them to slowly switch positions, her body trembling as the state of orgasm slowly dissolved. The masseuse kissed Kazuma and moved her tongue over his lips gently, just as her hand traced the lenght of his taunt, firm stomach. He shivered when her fingertips touched hair and lifted his hips slightly from the bed. He groaned audiably when Reiko's small fingertips wrapped around his cock and traced it's length slowly, feeling the vein beneath bulging and pumping in it's obvious arousal. Kazuma was painfully hard, and leaking from the tip. Reiko smiled as she straddled his hips, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock slowly before she began to move it up and down, right to the tip, but not quite touching the swollen head. She stroked him like that for a moment, before moving her thumb over the red tip, making circles over the slit now. Reiko spread the gangster's pre-seed over his cock and he moaned a deep, throaty groan, whispering her name as her petite body slid lower down until she was firmly between his legs and parting them gently. Her soft, warm mouth kissed his navel now and carefully moved lower. Reiko could feel his sex pressing into her chest the pre-come rubbing onto her breasts as his cock twitched against her skin. Kazuma was a quiet lover but he couldn't help but whimper as the young woman parted her lips and slowly moved them around the hard length, sliding down the length as far as her mouth and throat would allow. The tip of her tongue traced the prominent vein, following it right to the tip where she began to make slow circles there, varying the pressure that she applied onto the tip. She teased the slit lightly with the tip of her tongue, before applying more pressure as she rubbed the soft base over the head fully. The Yakuza closed his eyes and moved his fingers to her neck, caressing it lightly with his fingernails as Reiko began to move her lips up and down over his cock, pulling back occasionally to look up at him as the tip of her tongue traced invisible patterns into the slit. His dick twitched hard when she moaned around it, and Kazuma could feel his orgasm approaching. He moved his fingers to the back of her neck, holding it just lightly as Reiko moved her warm, wet mouth up and down, her tongue sliding along the underside as the gangster began to shake slightly. A warmth spread through Kazuma's lower body, pooling at his groin before he finally exploded, his fingers sliding around Reiko's body now so he could squeeze her breasts as he came. The young woman continued to lick and suck on his swollen sex, hesitating for a moment before she swallowed as much as she could of his seed. The taste wasn't one she was used to, so she made a slight face as she crawled up his body and he enveloped her in his arms, still gasping for breath. They kissed slowly for a moment and Kazuma cupped her ass in order to bring her body closer to his own. Yakuza For a little while, they simply lay together on top of the covers, with Reiko privately concentrating on Kazuma's heartbeat against her chest. They breathed together and watched each other as they shared gentle, open mouthed kisses. The sight of the young woman's body pressing against his own like this made him smile and he kissed her a little harder, his fingers moving down along her ass and reaching further, until they slowly slid into her wet body. Reiko half laughed and half whimpered at the intrusion, moving along with his rhythm as she felt Kazuma harden underneath her again. She knew that he was going to fuck her, and she wanted him inside of her more than she wanted anything else. Slowly, Reiko turned on her back and watched as her tattooed lover moved between her legs, still stroking her with one hand as he prepared himself, only moving down to kiss her when he was ready. The Yakuza watched his young lover as the tip of his cock pressed to his wet entrance. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she released an impatient groan. Kazuma pushed into her slowly, teasing the girl and making her squirm. She wasn't used to his size at all, but the slight pain she felt was quickly overshadowed by pleasure. When Kazuma started to move, Reiko gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, just above his ass. His thrusts were slow, but deep, and every time he moved back in, the young woman closed her eyes and released gentle little moans. His cock moving inside of her drove her crazy ; it was an incredible pleasure. Reiko could feel every thrust throughout her whole body, her shivers increasing as he started to pump harder. A slight coating of perspiration coated Kazuma's chest and forehead. He looked down at their bodies at the moment, smirking as he watched his cock disappear into her body. Soon enough he was moaning louder too, in time with Reiko. Her legs tightened around him and he went into her deeper, hitting her inner walls as she pulled him down into a kiss. Reiko opened her eyes as she felt her muscles tighten. Her mouth was parted around his as she moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders to create crescent shaped marks. The young woman's inner walls began to contract as she approached orgasm, her body trembling as she finally closed her eyes and arched her back off the bed. Kazuma kissed her neck, sucking on the flesh as Reiko came. The stimulation on his cock from her contracted walls encouraged him to finish, too. Her body milked him now and he forced his mouth over hers as the two of them moaned together, coming in unison. They lay together for a while, their bodies still entwined. Kazuma kissed gently at her neck as Reiko ran her hands over his broad, tattooed body. They breathed together, bodies moving in unison before the Yakuza finally drew back and the two of them smiled at each other, Reiko a little shyly than the gangster. "Kazuma, I..." she smiled, moving her fingers over his muscular arms as he cleaned himself up as best as he could in the bed, then slid his arms around her and shushed her with a kiss. "It's gonna be pretty hard for you to just be a masseuse to me now, you know," his handsome face stretched in a small smile and the young woman blushed, hiding her face in his chest as she mumbled into the skin with agreement. It would be very difficult for her to go back to just having him as a client. "But," Kazuma continued, and Reiko looked up, propping her chin up on her chest. "It'd be harder for you to be with me too, you know. It'd be dangerous..." The young woman lowered her eyes, disappointment soaring through her. She shivered when Kazuma stroked her lower back, and snuggled closer to him. "...but..." he smiled a little, and lowered his mouth to her ear. "Lets not stop just yet."