0 comments/ 96958 views/ 9 favorites A Gaijin's Tale Ch. 1 By: kotori Chapter 1: Shoot a Little Stick I am alone, a foreigner in a strange city. When I took this job in Japan, I was so excited to finally use my years of hard-won education. But the reality is a more than I bargained for. The job is fine, the co-workers civil and friendly, but I'm just short of making friends. At nights, I walk the streets, looking for what, I'm not quite sure. Love? That would be too much to ask for. Sex would be nice, though. I need to touch another human, intimately. I wander through the seedier neighbourhoods, drink in dingy bars, look longingly at young girls who flaunt their bodies for money. I'm so lonely, so horny. I'm looking for some fun. It was drizzling, and I just want to get out of the rain. When I walked into the pool-hall, I had no idea what kind of other "business opportunities" were being offered there. But I was pleased, to be sure. I'm not as good with the language as I thought; I was very happy to hear you ask in English if I wanted to "play a private game." "How much?" I asked. "¥20,000—for as long as it takes." "Sounds reasonable," I said. We went into the back room where there was another pool table and a little day-bed. Sitting on a stool by the table, you pulled up your skirt to expose your panty-clad cunt. You pulled up your shirt to expose you firm, petite breasts. Moving to the felt of the table, you spread your pussy lips for my view. My cock was rapidly hardening in my jeans, and I could feel the first droplets of pre-come oozing from the tip. Moving back to the stool, you produced a vibrator from somewhere, and eased it between the slippery pink folds of your cunt. I licked my lips and asked if I could help; "sure," you said, and I worked the vibrator in and out of your squishy pussy. "Let's go over to the couch," you said. You laid down on the sofa and produced another vibrator for a few minutes. I began to get undressed as I watched you playing with yourself. "Finger me," you commanded, and I gladly inserted my fingers in your cunt, playing and exploring, turning me on even more, and bringing you closer to orgasm as well. I retrieved the first vibrator, and began to work it into you again. Your breath was quicker and shorter when you said, "Come up here. I want to suck you." I left the vibrator in your pussy softly humming as I moved towards your head and offered my raging hard-on to you. "Umm, nice and salty," you said, licking off the pre-come. The vibrator fell out of your cunt, and you went to work on blowing me with more intensity. I felt you try to insert your tongue in my slit. You sucked me deeply but gently, taking your time. I've never had a whore be so gentle or take so much time. I needed to fuck you, now. I told you to climb aboard my cock as I sat there on the day-bed, and you did. You slowly lowered your dripping cunt over my raging cock, impaling yourself, again and again. You turned around so your back was to me, and I grabbed you by the legs to help drive my dick into your pussy. You were so delicious, I couldn't hold back much longer. I spun you around to kneel on the day-bed, and got behind where I plunged my cock into you doggy-style. Afraid I was going to come too soon, I pulled out again, laid you down and began to do you missionary-style. "Rub my clit, you commanded, and I did. "I'm coming now, and want you to come too." I felt the jizz rise in my balls, and I felt you orgasm as I slapped into you over and over again, filling you with my seed. We rested for a second, catching our breath. I was sorry that it had ended so quickly, but I was short on cash, and didn't think I could afford another round. I told you about my dilemma, and you said, "well it's time for me to take a little break. Do you want to come upstairs to my room while I 'rest'?" The offer was too good to pass up. You finally got completely nude, and playfully showed off your dazzling body. "I think you like what you see," you said, to which I could only nod approvingly. "Let's go." We gathered our clothes and went up a steep, narrow stairway to a tiny room. I threw my clothes down on the bed and you told me you had to pee. "Can I watch?" I asked. You took my by the hand and lead me to the bath room, where you climbed into the tub and spread your lips. The stream of piss arched through the air. I was growing hard again. Back in the room, you laid on the bed and offered me the vibrator again, to warm-up your cunt, which I was only too glad to do. Now I was rock hard again, and as you saw my hard-on sticking lewdly in front of you, you pulled me down onto the bed, and once again began to suck me. I wanted to taste your cunt, and guided you around so that your delicious pussy was hovering over my face. I inserted my tongue even as you continued to suck me. "Fuck me," you said. "Fuck me hard and fast." We coupled in every imaginable position, and having come once before, I was able to maintain my hard-on while you came again and again. Finally, as I was once again fucking you doggy-style, I moaned that I was about to come. "I want you to come in my mouth," you said, "I want to taste your come." I laid back, and you approached my cock, grabbing it by the base. Just then, I began to spurt, and my come oozed out and down my shaft. You calmly sucked the dripping cream from my cock like it was an ice-cream cone. I had never had a better fuck. "Let me take a shower," you said, "and we can play some pool." I watched you wash, getting ready for your next john. We got dressed, and went back downstairs, where I let you win. I left a ¥5000 tip. "Your winnings," I said, going back out into the Yokahama night. A Gaijin's Tale Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Afternoon Delight The call comes in the late morning, while I'm sitting at my desk. "I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop fantasising about us, together." I try to act casual—your husband is just in the next cubical, and I know that he can hear me when I'm speaking on the phone. "I see," is my attempt at a non-committal reply. "Is there anything that I can do to help?" "Can you come here this afternoon and make love to me?" "Well," I say, "as much as I would love to take you up on your offer, I'm afraid I have a meeting at 3:00 with your hu . . . er, my supervisor, Hideki-san. Perhaps we could meet for lunch?" "Yes," you gasp into the receiver, "yes, come as soon as you can. I need to fuck you very badly. My pussy drips for you." "Well that's an offer that no one could resist." You hang up the phone and I try to return my thoughts to the work before me. Hideki stands up and looks over the top of the partition. "I was going to ask you if you had lunch plans, but now it seems that you do. What's up?" "Meeting with an estate agent, across town. Looking at an apartment, to try and get out of that hotel. I don't know, though—what with Tokyo rental prices. It won't be forever and then I'm home to the States. But I would like a place to call 'my own'." Hideki laughs. 'Crazy American,' he's thinking. I smile innocently and think: you wouldn't laugh if you knew that I was fucking your wife. You should see the way she sucks my cock, the way her cunt is always juicy for me , the way I blow my load across her face, and then she licks it up. Down on the street now, I hail a cab; the mid-day traffic in Tokyo is just as bad as rush-hour. It will take me a while to reach your apartment. I think of you, of your pretty face and brilliant, black hair. I think of your soft, smooth skin, and your hungry mouth, always ready for my aching cock. I begin to grow hard sitting in the back of the cab, and I consider masturbating. But I don't; I want you to have all of my semen. Finally, we arrive in front of your building. I pay the driver, and rush up to your apartment. The lift door opens, and I see you down the hall, peeking from behind the door, not of your apartment, but of the unit next to it. You must have been looking out the window, waiting for me. You are wearing only a short light silk robe over your bra and panties. I see the lace of your bra peeking out from behind the robe. You turn and go into the apartment before I arrive at the door, leaving it open for me. When I enter, I find you've slipped off the robe. "What is this place?" I ask. "Vacant. To let. I borrowed the key from the concierge. I told him I might know someone interested. I want it to be our 'love-nest'. Are you interested?" We kiss passionately, each tongue dancing in the other's mouth. Then you sit on a small stool over which a white sheet is draped. The apartment is nearly empty; there are a couple of large house-plants in pots, and a sofa. That is all. The room is white. You take off your bra. There are nice, wooden floors with an inlaid Greek-key patterned boarder. You have removed your panties, and begin to stroke your pussy, enticingly. Light streams through the drape-less windows. Staring at your nakedness, watching the play of your fingers between your legs, I get undressed. It take me longer to get out of my business suite—jacket, tie, trousers, shirt, vest, pants, boots, socks—and all the while, you tease me by masturbating. "You like what you see?" "Of course," I reply. My cock stands straight out, achingly desirous of your touch. From under the sheet draping the stool, you bring out a long pink dildo, and spreading your knees, you begin to work it into your pussy. "I had to use this while waiting for you. I thought you would never arrive." "I'm here now," I say. "Do you still want to use that? Here, let me try with my finger." I insert my middle finger between the soft folds of your cunt lips, and gently massage your steaming pussy. I love this little dance before we get down to business. My cock feels like steel. "You should be made to wait because you made me wait. I want to make sure your cock is good and hard. Fuck me with these now." You hand me two more vibrators, one naturalistic but jet-black and heavily veined. I insert it and turn on the motor; your eyes half close as the waves of pleasure wash over you. As it vibrates, I move it in and out of your dripping cunt, slowly. We kiss, and you suck my tongue into your mouth. Then I take the white one, which has a bulbous head. When I begin to play with it in your pussy, you have an orgasm. Your eyes roll back in your head, and your body twitches. I know that you're enjoying this as much as I am; you massage your clit and spread your lips even further to take more of the plastic toy. "Enough," you say. "That's enough. I need to suck you now." You get down on the polished wood floor and take my cock in you hand, and rub your lips all up and down my length, as though it were an ear of corn. I can feel the first drops of pre-come begin to ooze out of the tip, and when you see them, you engulf my head and suck the salty juices hungrily. All the while as you suck me, you look into my eyes, telling me silently how very much you love having this wild sex with me. I wonder if you blow your husband like this, with this much passion and abandon, but I do not ask. "Let's move to the sofa," I say. "It opens into a bed. Shall we?" "Right now I just want to eat you." But we take a moment to unfold the bed. You've made it up with fresh, crisp cotton sheets. You lay back on the bed, and settle much of your weight on your shoulders, thrusting your dripping cunt skyward. I grab hold of your ass, one cheek in each hand, and gently split you apart, exposing more and more pink to view. I insert my tongue and lovingly swab you honey-pot, delighting in the delicate taste, when you suddenly cry out that you are coming once again. Although I've only just barely laid my tongue on you cunt, your orgasm is violent and explosive. I drop onto the sofa, next to you, but you do not rest. In a second you have positioned yourself over my aching cock, and in one swift motion, you impale yourself on the steel rod of my manhood. You rise and fall, again and again, each time increasing the intensity. We attempt to swing around, still joined, so that you can face me. The twisting motion on my cock is intense, and threatens to make me come, but you quickly reach down and squeeze the base of my cock forcing back the molten lava within. Facing me now, I can lick the delicate buds of your titties. Your breasts are petite, but the nipples are rock hard, surrounded by the dark circles of your aureoles. You throw your head back, and I am faced with the alabaster smoothness of your neck. I kiss it, lick it, suck it, while you rock back and forth on my hard-on. "I'm glad we opened the sofa before we got too far," you say, trying to get off me and stand up. But I follow along, and continue to pump into you as we rise. Again you throw your head back and close your eyes. "Oh, god, that feels so good," you say. "Don't ever stop. Please. I need your cock so much." "What's your favourite?" I ask. "Favourite?" "Position. How do you like it best?" "Doggie-style. I love to feel you balls slap against my bottom. And that is by far the deepest penetration." The tone of your voice changes. Like a cute little girl might ask for an ice-cream at the zoo: "Will you fuck me doggie-style? Please, sir, fuck me like a dog!" You bend over in front of me, and as we stand there, I sink my cock into your waiting pussy, nice and slowly, to prolong the sensations as you place your hands on the wall to steady yourself. As soon as I am in to the hilt, I pull out quickly. You gasp, and look confused. I push you down roughly on the sofa-bed, onto your knees. Climbing behind you, I grab hold of my cock and point it towards your pink target. I spread your ass-cheeks, and move in for the strike. My cock is glistening with the lubrication of your cunt. Positioning myself just right, I insert the full length of my raging rod into your sweet love cave with a single, forceful stroke. You moan with delight. I pull out quickly again, almost completely, and then rapidly ram my member back into your cunt. I can hear the squish of your juices as I churn them in your pussy. Again and again, I pound into you until you are crying out that yet another orgasm is coming. As you predicted, my heavy ball-sack slaps at you slit, setting it on fire. As you come, you collapse onto the bed, but my attack is unrelenting, and I continue to invade you, again and again. I pull out. You roll over and move to the end of the sofa, and I stand next to it, almost in the missionary position. I grab your ankles, and again insert my cock into your beautiful, oozing pussy. I love looking into your face, watching the contortions of pleasurable pain as I thrust over and over into you. Your pussy is like mush now; you are about to orgasm yet again. You thrash beneath me, out of control. I feel like a god. I have you in my power. I love. You. "I'm getting ready to come, Susaki," I warn you. "Not in my pussy, please. Pull out. Come in my mouth." I feel like a god because you treat me like a god. I pull out and move up to the head of the bed, towards your head, and I grab my member and begin to stroke it. It is drenched in your juices. "I want you to come on my face," you say. "I want to lick up your seed." "Yes," I agree. "Yes, it's all for you." A few strokes is all it takes. The first shot of my semen goes over your face, onto the sheet besides you. The next one lands across your mouth, followed by more that soon pools on your cheek. You look so slutty laying there in the sweat and come. "I love you," I say. "You are not permitted," you remind me. "You work for my husband. In a way, you work for me." That is true. And it is now getting late. I'll never make it back to the office on time for our meeting. We are matter-of-fact with each other now. As we clean up and get dressed, you ask what excuse I gave for being away so long. I tell you about my apartment hunt, and you laugh, because that is the excuse you gave to the concierge. "Maybe you would like to move in here," you say. "Next door to the boss?" "Next door to the boss's wife." It's something to think about. A Gaijin's Tale Ch. 3 ~Shinkiro~ Working alongside Hideki, we gradually grew to be friends. He would invite me to his home, and his wife, Susaki, was very pleasant and welcoming. It's something that a foreigner abroad working far away from home, let alone Japan, certainly appreciates. As our business relationship developed, so did our personal friendship. But I was surprised to learn that Hideki had a mistress, a young college girl. Every couple of days Hideki would revel in reporting his sexual exploits with the girl. I must admit I was somewhat jealous, but also confused, as Susaki was extremely attractive. One wouldn't expect her mate to want to stray. Hideki would report on the role playing games he and the girl engaged in. That led to light bondage. As the girl was young, she was not beyond dressing in a school-girl uniform, as many Japanese men have fantasies about fucking your girls on their way to school, and every day a number of girls were accosted on the the Tokyo subway trains. I tried to smile, non-committally, all the while with a growing hard-on, as Hideki would regale me with his lusty doings. One day my inquisitiveness got the better of me. "What kind of bondage are you talking about?" "Oh, nothing too extravagant. Just handcuffs and such. I took some photos; you would like to see, maybe?" "I would," I said. That day at lunch, Hideki produced a folder with some grainy black-and-white images of his young mistress, spreading her cunt for the camera. "I took them with the digital, and only printed them on the laser printer. Not very good quality photos I'm afraid." They were good enough for my cock to grow rigid. Hideki had some extreme close-ups of the girl's pussy. "Very nice," I said. "You should come meet her sometime," Hideki offered. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind a third. I fact, I would love to watch her get fucked by another man, and maybe my good English friend is just the fellow, eh?" "What about Susaki" Does she have any idea of what's going on?" "Gaijin-san," he explained, "a good Japanese wife doesn't ask questions about her husband's private affairs, even when that means affairs of the heart. But of course, the heart is not the organ that this affair is about. Besides, she is a modern woman, my Susaki, and I don't doubt that she finds ways of enjoying herself in my absence." I thought about that for a while, and wondered if that was another kind of invitation. If so, it was a most interesting one. But for now, the focus was on the mistress. A few weeks later, the opportunity presented itself. Hideki and I had a large project which kept us working late into the night and on weekends for the better part of a month. Finally, we were finished late one Friday night. It looked as though we would have the weekend free. As we rode down on the elevator, Hideki said" "I have told Susaki that we would need to finish up tomorrow. Do you have any plans? If not, we could have a relaxing day with Shinkiro at her place." "That's a very generous offer," I told him. "But I feel a little self-conscious." "Don't," he said matter-of-factly. "The girl loves to fuck and she gets taken care of. I help her with her college expenses; everybody is happy. I've told her about you and she is looking forward to meeting you." "Well then," I said, "I guess we have a date." "Good; here is the address," he said, handing me a slip of paper. "About 10:00 AM; just bring a little gift, flowers or wine. Shinkiro will like that." It had been more than a month since I'd gotten laid, not even having strength to masturbate the last week or so. I could hardly wait for the next day although I didn't really know what to expect. All that night I dreamt about Shinkiro in the photos I'd seen of her. I woke up with an erection and considered masturbating, but imagined the load that I've be able to shower Hideki's girl with if I withheld now. That only made me harder, but somehow I restrained myself. I arrived at the address at the appointed time, and she was waiting outside the building for me. "So happy to meet you, sir," she said in halting English. Her smile instantly put me at ease. "I have heard much about you from Hideki-san; he is inside making preparations for our pleasure." She gave me another big smile, and then lifted her short kilt and gave me an unobstructed view of her lacy panties. My cock began to stiffen and Shinkiro led me up to her apartment. Inside the elevator, she stroked the front of my jeans, feeling my erect cock through the fabric. "I've never been with a Westerner before," she said with a coy smile. "I think I'm going to like it." "I hope you will; I'm sure I'll like you." When we got inside, Hideki called from the balcony. "Out here," and I put the wine I'd brought into the fridge as Shinkiro went out to join him. I went out to find Hideki tying the girl's arms and legs to the metal balustrade of the balcony. Although she struggled and looked pained, I could tell by the glimmer in her eye that this was all part of the show. Shinkiro's knees were spread wide by the ropes now, and Hideki produced a large knife with which he cut off the pretty panties I had seen just moments earlier. The dew on the pussy lips glistened in the mid-day sun. "Go ahead and open her blouse," Hideki said, as he began to undress himself. I did as he suggested and felt myself becoming extremely aroused. The fantasy of taking his little sex slave and just using her for our unabashed pleasure was a powerful aphrodisiac. Hideki knelt beside her and spread her cunt lips with his fingers as I now disrobed. "She's getting wet at the thought of finally fucking a Westerner; it's been a dream of hers." "I'm more than glad I can make your dreams come true," I said. "She's so beautiful, Hideki-san; you're a lucky man." I stepped in front of the girl and slowly slid my cock between her lips. When I pulled out, a large drop of pre-come oozed out of my slit and I rubbed my erection—slick with her spittle and my pre-come—all over the girl's face. Hideki was anxious to get down to business; he untied the girl and we all went into the apartment. Shinkiro sat down on a large leather sofa, with he ass barely on the end, and spread her legs, placing her feet wide upon the coffee table. She began to play with her pussy, to show it off for us. Hideki got two beers from the fridge and we stood there drinking as we watched Shinkio strip and masturbate for us. "You like what you see, I think, yes?" she asked. Out two protruding members gave a definitive answer. It was then that I noticed Hideki had no pubic hair, but was totally shaved. I had never seen a fellow like that before. "It's time you sucked out cocks, my sweet bitch." Hideki offered me the girl's hungry and willing mouth, but I declined. "I'll watch you two for a few minutes if you don't mind. I love watching." Shinkiro got to her knees and deftly engulfed Hideki's member, laving it lovingly with her tongue, sucking it deeply into her mouth. By now I was getting too excited to remain aloof any longer. I took a big gulp of my beer and stood next to Shinkiro, pointing my erection a the the back of her head lewdly as she continued to suck on Hideki. "Our guest need some help it seems," Hideki said to the girl. With that she rearranged herself between us. She took one cock in each hand and then leaned over and placed her lips around my throbbing member. After a few moments bobbing up and down on me, she returned her mouth to Hideki, although she continued to pull on me. Back and forth she alternated between us in a truly exciting fashion. "Why don't you play with her pussy, Gaijin-san?" Hideki said. "She would like that very much. We have a lot of toys you can use on her." My host lead Shinkiro to the sofa and laid her down. I knelt beside her and began to manipulate her cunt. It was quite gushy and I bent down to lick it. Then Hideki handed me a large dildo as he went to the head of the sofa and let the girl suck him some more. I inserted a large, life-like dildo deep into the girl as I continued licking her clit and Shinkiro moaned in pleasure around Hideki's cock. In a short while, between the dildo up her cunt and my tongue dancing on her clit, Shinkiro had a violent orgasm. "Come on," Hideki now commanded. "Let's go to the bedroom. I think you need to fuck her." We half-carried the girl as she was still not totally recovered from the effects of the orgasm, and laid her on the bed. There were handcuffs there, but we didn't use them yet. Hideki once again inserted his cock into her mouth, which she readily and loving sucked. I could not resist the kind offer of my host (even if I had wanted to) and plunged my aching cock into the soft, fleshy folds of Shinkiro's dripping cunt. She truly felt wonderful and I stuffed her as deeply and forcefully as I could. Having been almost a week without coming, I could feel the semen rising from my balls, but I didn't want this to end so quickly so I pulled out. "Let's switch," I suggested and Hideki and I changed ends. As Hideki now plugged her oozing cunt with his cock, she reached over and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, pulling me into her mouth again. She was an extremely talented fellatrix, and I was soon on the edge of blowing my first load down her velvet throat. But I wanted her to see the amount of sperm I had reserved for this event, and just as I was on the verge of coming, I pulled out and shot my load across her breasts and neck and chin. Hungrily, the girl scooped my output onto her fingers and into her mouth. Hideki, taking note of the situation, suggested we change venues once again and we returned to the living room. We opened a day-bed once there, where Hideki had the girl into a kneeling position, and he took her from behind. "Let me suck you back to life," Shinkiro said to me, and I knelt in front of her mouth offering her my flaccid penis. As soon as I was hard again, though, her breathing began to grow short and ragged and I could sense another orgasm was upon her. I don't know where Hideki got the stamina, but he continued to pummel the poor girl's cunt, pounding over and over again. I took to the easy chair and enjoyed the show, just casually wanking myself, not wanting to interrupt. Hideki changed position a number of times, taking her from the front, back, side and even on top. "Gaijin-san, go and get the handcuffs for me," he commanded, and I did. When I came back into the room, I placed them around the girl's wrists. She looked so helpless, for a moment I was afraid, but then I remembered that this was all part of the game, the illusion. It was only a mirage. Once Shinkiro was manacled, Hideki increased the tempo of his outrageous fucking. He seemed to be all over the girl, in every possible position, and I was amazed at just watching them. I could tell Shinkiro was experiencing multiple orgasms as Hideki pounded his groin into hers over and over. And although he continued to exhibit the most incredible stamina, I could also tell he was getting ready to shoot his wad. "Come here, next to her," he panted at me. "Get ready to spew your come onto her face. That's the way she really likes it. Being the little come-eating bitch she is." The power of Hideki's words got me even more excited, and I stood beside Shinkiro's head and continued to masturbate. She looked at me, looked at my cock being pumped, and I believed it was true, that she wanted the come from my balls across her face and in the mouth. She looked at it longingly, lustily, wanting and wanton. Hideki then pulled his cock out of her cunt and also began to jerk-off, sending arcs of come soaring over the girl. That sight was all that I needed and I too began to come again, although with far less intensity. But each drop of my load landed on Shinkiro's face, and she readily took my member into her mouth to suck me dry when I offered it. Hideki fell to the sofa in exhaustion, his hairless cock finally limp once again. Shinkiro bent over to suck the last of his come out. Then with our combined seed still dripping from her mouth and chin and tits, she rose to fetch each of us another beer from the kitchen. After drinking for a while, I got dress and got ready to leave. Shinkiro dressed as well and when I went back onto the balcony where this had all started, she joined me. "Take this as a gift—remember me with them," she whispered, handing me the ripped panties Hideki had cut from her at the beginning of our session. "Perhaps someday we can meet again, Gaijin-san. Perhaps alone." "Thank you," I said. "Yes, perhaps we can. I'd like that." A Gaijin's Tale Ch. 4 ~A Man Needs a Maid~ After a number of months living in Japan while on assignment, I decided to take a small apartment and leave hotel life behind. It looked as though the best offer came from my immediate supervisor, Hideki-san, who had a vacant apartment in his building, on the same floor. I was a little tentative about being so close, as Hideki's wife, Susaki, and I had become lovers. When Hideki was off with his mistress, I was taking advantage of what he ignored at home. Susaki and I had even fucked in this very apartment when it was empty. Hideki of course didn't know. But neither did I tell Susaki that Hideki had offered me his mistress, a young college girl, and we had a three-some one Saturday when we claimed to be working. Now I was moving into their building and I was unsure if I was making more trouble for myself than necessary. It would be a challenge. I needn't have worried. Because of my proximity to Hideki, I found fewer opportunities to be alone with Susaki, and so our relationship began to cool. Towards the end of the college term, Shinkiro (Hideki's mistress) telephoned me and asked if I could use the help of a housekeeper. Hideki told her of my new living arrangements and it seemed she had a friend who needed some extra cash and was willing to do housework. "Of course," Shinkiro said somewhat inscrutably, "she is talented at many things, and would be very willing where that is concerned as well." I commented on Shinkiro's improved English, and asked what her friend's name was. "Aio Minori," she said. "She's very cute; I think you would be very happy with her." "You know of course that I couldn't afford very much. I don't make nearly as much as Hideki-san." I said this to make Shinkiro aware that I couldn't set this girl up in an apartment as Hideki had done for her. "But of course," she said, "it's not like that. She just needs some extra money and would like to get to know a visiting foreigner at the same time. Especially a Western man. But she is very serious about her studies and will be leaving Tokyo after graduation next term and attempting to get a job in America. She wants to practice her English, among other things." "Well then I guess I should interview her. When can you both come over?" "I can not go to the building where Hideki-san lives, but I will send Aio in a taxi-cab. She is free tonight, about 20.00; will that suit you, Gaijin-san?" "I understand," I said. "That sounds fine; I look forward to it." Waiting the rest of the day, I was unsure if this arrangement was supposed to have a sexual component or if it would simply be about cleaning my apartment. As the offer came from Hideki's mistress, with whom I'd had sex, her guarded terminology lead me to assume that the housekeeper would indeed be willing to fuck, but exactly what that would transpire was to be worked out between the girl and me. When eight o'clock rolled around, the bell rang promptly to announce Aio's presence. I buzzed her in and a moment later opened the door to find a tall, thin young woman with long hair. She was not characteristically Japanese. But there was definitely something cute about her, as Shinkiro noted. We sat in the living room on the sofa, facing each other, and talked for a bit: about how she knew Shinkiro, what she expected to be paid, the exact duties I would need performed around the apartment. Unsure how to discretely raise the subject of sex, I asked what Shinkiro had told her about me. She blushed and looked away, and then whispered: "She said that you were a very generous lover, and that you had a magnificent penis." "Ah, so you know about the afternoon I spent with her." "Yes. She is my best friend. I know all about Hideki and the other men he sometimes has accompany him to the apartment he keeps for her." "Well then," I said, "I think we will get along very well, Aio; how soon can you get started?" "Well, I think before the final decision is made, I should see the entire apartment. Would you like to continue the 'interview' in the bedroom? In case there are 'extra duties' in there." At this point the thought of fucking Aio was very much on my mind. I hadn't expected her to start so soon, but I was more than willing; however, I tried to play it cool. "Is that something you were expecting?" I asked. "We hadn't really talked about 'extra duties' you might take on." "Some things—'extra duties' among them—are best resolved in person; not on paper." "I'm not as wealthy as Shinkiro's patron," I reminded her. "Of course not," she said. "I was just hoping to pick up the occasional extra 'bonus' for 'overtime work'." "Well in that case I'm sure we could work out something to our mutual benefit. Let me show you the bedroom now." Aio followed me to the bedroom and immediately sat on the bed, continuing our playful banter. Then she told me about college life, and how her sexual experiences there had been rather unrewarding. I was unable to resist, and standing beside the bed, put my hand under her chin and forced her to look up at me. Then I leaned over and kissed her. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and her hand went between my legs, feeling for my erection. When we broke for a breath, Aio pulled her sweater over her head and I sat down in the chair at my desk across the room to watch. I resisted touching myself as she took off her bra, exhibiting the distinct tan lines of a tiny bikini. When she stood by the side of the bed to remove jeans and then her panties, she stood there full nude, swaying her hips slightly like hollyhocks in the breeze, stroking her hands softly and slowly over her long, lean torso. "You like what you see, Gaijin-san?" "I do," I answered honestly. "Lie down and masturbate for me." Aio sat on the bed, with her back to the headboard, and spread her outer lips to reveal a slick wet slit. She began to masturbate for me, slowly stroking her clit. I could no longer play it cool, and stood up and got undressed, releasing my cock to stand before me. I stepped to the side of the bed and offered her my aching cock, dripping with pre-come. Aio looked at it, as if in a daze, but then parted her lips and allowed me to penetrate her mouth. She sucked hungrily, taking me entirely into her mouth as she continued to manipulate her clit. Although she was a masterful cock-sucker, she soon pulled away. "I'm sorry, Gaijin-san. This is making me so horny, I need to feel your prick inside me. I'm not usually so forward," she said breathlessly, "but I'm just dripping for you." With that she pulled me down onto the bed and had my lie on my back, my cock pointed to the ceiling. She straddled my hips with her delectable cunt directly over my raging hard-on. After hovering for what seemed an eternity, Aio plunged down on my cock, sucking it in completely. She rode me hard, crashing down over and over again against my pelvis, with each stroke grinding her pubis into mine to rub her clit. I put my hands on her hips, splaying my fingers so that with my thumbs I could massage her clit. But I was afraid that she would make me come too quickly, so I pushed her off and rolled her over onto her back and entered her again in the missionary position, giving me more control. "Oh god," she panted, "that's so good. Please don't think I'm weird, but I have a request." "What's that," I said continuing to pump into her. "Fuck me standing. I really get off on that and most of the boys I've been with are too small to do it successfully." "That's not weird," I said puling out and reaching behind her into an upright position. "Different, but not weird." I placed her back against the wall and kissed her again, grabbing first one leg just behind the knee. Then I entered her again. She raised her other leg and I got hold of it, working my arms down until the back of her knees were hooked over my elbows. Her arms were clasped tightly around my neck, and I leaned back, pulling her away from the wall. We were standing in the middle of the room fucking, little yelps of pleasure escaping her lips, over and over. "Oh yes, that's it," she moaned, "Oh yes, I'm coming. Oh god yes." I tried to keep up the pace as Aio tossed back her head thrashing wildly in my arms while I struggled to keep my balance and keep my cock pounding into her dripping cunt. Her orgasm swelled over her and I could tell it went on for some while. We were both sweaty and exhausted when I laid her back down onto the bed. "Now let me get you off," she said. "I need to feel your come." I had no argument with that. I placed Aio on her knees so that I could take her from behind. Not know where my stamina came from, I fucked her doggy-stile for the next fifteen minutes, using my thumb in her ass, causing her to come at least twice more. Finally I felt the come rising from my balls and could hold back no longer. I told her I was going to come. "Please shoot it on my breasts," she asked, gasping. "I love to see it spurt." More than willing to make my new employee happy with such an easy request, I pulled out and she rolled over onto her back. I straddled her belly and she began to stoke my cock. The load of come exploded out of my cock, spraying across Aio's tits and neck and onto her chin. I slumped back and she rubbed my discharge into her skin, licking the last few drops from her fingers. "Well," I said after I'd began to breath somewhat normally again, "I think you passed the audition." "Oh yes, Gaijin-san. I can't wait to start for real. Especially if I can get fucked like that. You are so much more giving than the college boys I've been with before." Prior to leaving for the night I gave her a set of keys to the building and told her that she was free to come and go as she like or needed. I couldn't set her up in an apartment of her own, but I didn't need to. She could have total access to the apartment. She said that she would be back in three days to do the cleaning promised. As it happened, I had a business appointment out of town that day, and didn't get back to my apartment until very late. She left a note: Sorry I missed you. Back this weekend. I left a little present for you. Aio. xxx On my pillow were a pair of her panties. I put them to my nose and recognised the scent of her cunt on them. I imagined her masturbating with them on, leaving them specially for me, and it made me hard. Thinking about her sweet cunt, I opened my trousers, pulled out my cock, and began to jerk-off. I came in the panties. I would get her to wear them again with my semen soaked into the fabric. It was early Saturday morning and I hadn't even gotten out of bed when I heard the door to my apartment open. It was Aio, of course. She came into the room. "Still in bed! What a lazy-bones you are!" she joked. "I was keeping it warm for you." "I'll be warm enough after doing some hovering." "I don't want you to be too warm," I said. "Why don't you wear this while you work." I tossed her the soiled panties. The crotch was crusty with my last deposit. Aio took the panties and saw my contribution. "You're a dirty old man," she said. Go take a shower and I'll do my work, then you can give me my reward." When I came out of the shower, Aio was nude except for the panties, running the hoover around the room. I sat down on the edge of the bed with a huge hard-on and called her to me. She clicked off the machine and came into the bedroom. Walking over to me, she pulled the crusty panties to one side exposing her cunt, and sat down, impaling herself on my cock. "I've been thinking about this all week," she said. "Fuck me good and hard." I needed no extra encouragement. I was so horny, I knew that I wouldn't last too long and Aio's excellent bouncing up and down on my prick was soon bring me towards orgasm. "Let's change," I suggested. I want to do you 'doggy-style'." Aio laughed at the phrase, but quickly stripped off the panties and came around on all fours. When I plunged my cock into her this time, I went straight in balls deep in a single stroke. Aio moaned and came. One stroke. She soon recovered and began matching my thrusts forward with thrusts of her own in reverse. I reached down to diddle her clit while continuing to pound into her cunt. Now she reached back and began to fondle my heavy ball sack. That was all it took. I felt the come surging through my prick and I pulled out and shot my load of come on her ass. It was a good amount, and began to drip down past her ass-hole and across her oozing cunt. Drops clung to her pubic hair before they fell to the bed. "What a mess," I said, grabbing the panties again to clean her off. "Let's go get some lunch and then we can come back and discuss your next assignment." "But what shall I wear?" she teased. I tossed her the dirty linen and she smiled up at me, happily. Stepping into them, she rubbed the come across her pubic mound. It's good for a man to have a maid. A Gaijin's Tale Ch. 5 ~With the Geisha~ One afternoon my boss Hideki came to my desk. "There are some executives here from a firm we're hoping to get a contract with. Here for a presentation. The session looks like it will go longer than expected. I mentioned that we have a foreigner on staff. They want you to accompany us for some entertainment after the meeting. Stay around, please." At the end of the meeting, I was called in and introduced to our honoured guests. Then I joined them, as well as Hideki and the Managing Director as we hit the town. The first stop was a strip club, with girls dancing in cages, wearing tiny bikinis, while the main event was a girl who took off her clothes and exposed her cunt to each man, soliciting a monetary tip. The girls were petite and somewhat pretty but hardly erotic; they all had the glazed look of automatons. At one point, Hideki excused himself and returned a few minutes later, saying to the assembled group, "I have a treat for everyone. Definitely 'old school'," he said, with added emphasis on the English term. "Especially for our foreign friend, Gaijin-san." I was intrigued, naturally. We left the strip club, left the Ginza, and headed down a dark alley, following Hideki. The geisha of Japan are professional entertainers, who act as hostesses for men of power and prominence. They are trained from the time they are young girls in a variety of delicate arts: dance, singing, music, tea, etc. They are taught how to serve. They have become rare in Japan; they are for the most part remnants of another time. At that time they provided a valuable service to society by providing a relief valve for the relaxation of important men of business and government. On occasion a geisha may provide certain more personal services. They are not, however, jorou (prostitutes); they extend their private services only to special men in special situations. It was with great pleasure that I found myself in a traditional chashitsu (teahouse)—the traditional lair of the geisha. We had three servers who made and served tea and played the samishen and sang. I don't believe any of our distinguished guests had any more experience with geisha than I did; the evening was a great professional success for Hideki-san. One girl who styled herself "Pumpkin" seemed to have a great interest in me. Through the layers of make-up, yards of silk and centuries of ritualistic taciturnity, her excitement and interest in me shown through. After hours of pleasant pampering, the party broke up; the contract seemed assured. I was about to leave with the other when Pumpkin gently tugged my sleeve and pulled me aside. "There is something I wish to show you," she said demurely. A small girl with pleasant visage (appreciable even under the garish white make-up), Pumpkin led me down a quiet passage and into a tiny three-mat room. "You speak Japanese very well," she said, knelling before a small mirror. "I can tell that your interest in my country exceeds that of most gaijin. I thought you might appreciate a more profound experience of the pleasures of the geisha." I thanked her for this special treatment, and sat quietly as she began to remove her make-up. She continued to speak softly, describing her life and tradition and the place of the geisha in the history of Japanese culture, all the while preparing for bed. She removed her wig, her make-up and began to undress with equal aplomb. Needless to say, I was growing aroused. By the time she finally exposed her delicate breasts, I had a full erection. Pumpkin explained that she was equally versed in the arts of physical pleasure as well. I explained the effect her lecture was having on me, and she willingly and cheerfully accommodated my situation. Moving across the floor to me, she helped me out of my jacket and tie and bid me lie down. My erection tented my suit trousers. Kneeling over me, Pumpkin lowered her lips to mine and her hand went to my belt and fly, releasing my cock. As she inserted her tongue into my mouth, tiny fingers wrapped around my rod, softly kneading the turgid flesh. She allowed the dressing gown to slip from her shoulders and kissed her way down my chest, undoing a button at a time, gently lick and sucking my skin. I had only to lie there, drowned in the pleasure of total abandonment to her ministrations. I shrugged my shirt from my shoulders and raised myself on my elbows to watch as Pumpkin's lips parted to accept my cock. With infinite care, she descended the length of my shaft, slowly engulfing me completely, until her nose came to rest in the nest of my pubic hair, the tip of my cock well past her uvula. She was deep-throating me without complaint. I believe I felt my cock grow even longer and stiffer. Pumpkin possessed great passion as well as poise. As she began to stroke my cock with her lips, I felt her tongue press against the side of my cock, and then almost imperceptibly she wheeled around until I noticed her left leg swing over my head, letting me know this part of the evening was as much for her pleasure as mine. Hovering just above my lips, her cunt glistened with the dew of her aroused lust. A tangled mass of wiry black hair graced her mons, but below that she was smoothly shaved from the cleft that showed her prominent mame, to the soft brown puckered flesh of her anus. Lowering her cunt to my mouth, she continued to slowly stroke me between her lips. I was not possessed of the same poise and restraint as my hostess. I devoured her cunt with the hunger of a madman. I lapped and nibbled her nether lips and clit ravenously. Pumpkin's soft stroking stopped and a wave of orgasm washed over her, so powerful she squirted into my mouth. Unable to swallow her lascivious flow, my face was drenched. When she had recovered sufficiently, Pumpkin allowed my cock to plop out of her mouth, and she wheeled around to lick my face clean, at the same time positioning her cunt over my rod. Then we fucked. She lowered her steaming cunt over my cock, and began to pound away at me with abandon. I matched her thrusts with my hips, driving my cock deeper and harder into her. Over the next half hour, we changed positions many times, and she taught me some new ones that I had never experienced before. I took her standing up from the front, standing up from behind, crouching, lying with me on top, kneeling—every way imaginable and then some. I don't know where my stamina and restraint came from. Perhaps she had put something in the tea. I was ready to come. I told Pumpkin and she requested that I hold off a little longer. "I need to pee," she said matter-of-factly. She crossed the room and withdrew a shallow porcelain bowl from beneath a teak-wood stand and squatted over it. Spreading her labia for my benefit, she let a stream of hot steamy piss pour forth. My cock was like steel and I began to stroke it at the sight of her moist gushing cunt. Pumpkin finished peeing, saw me stroking and came to me again putting her lips around the head of my cock. Then she laid down under me and offered her face and mouth as a receptacle for my come. Shot after shot after shot of hot come erupted from my cock and spilled all across Pumpkin's face and neck and tits. To reciprocate her earlier actions, I lowered my lips to her come-drenched flesh, and licked and sucked chalky discharge into my mouth. I brought my lips to hers and we opened our mouths, allowing my come to enter her. She ate hungrily. Then we rested a while, until Pumpkin began to help me dress again. Nude and subservient again, she even tied my shoes. "I hope you will visit my humble teahouse again, Gaijin-san," she said sincerely. "I hope again you will honour me with the to opportunity to instruct you in the way of the geisha." "That will surely be my pleasure as well," I replied.