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Japanese DP

By: Boxlicker101



Many years ago, when I was putting in four years as a member of the US Air Force, I spent some of my most memorable times stationed in Japan. It was considered by most members of the Air Force to be good duty, mostly because of the many women who were so easily available. The women I refer to as being available were all prostitutes, but nobody minded that, least of all me. I was strictly looking for sex, with no kind of long term relationship beyond that, and I suspect most of my fellow GI's were doing the same. 

The money we paid them was less than we would have spent on a date with a girl stateside; the sex was a sure thing and probably a lot better than with most of those American girls or women. The josons, which is a Japanese word that means "girls," seemed to enjoy fucking American men too, which made it a lot more fun for us. This was long before AIDS was even heard of, and a dose of clap was said to be no worse than a bad cold, and a lot easier to cure, if somebody happened to be unlucky enough to get one. I was fortunate enough that I never did. 

I was stationed there about six years after the Korean War ended and a couple of years before the Vietnam War started. With no chance of getting shot at, neither I nor anybody else I hung out with was concerned with anything except drinking and regularly getting laid or being sucked off by one of the josons who specialized in that particular service. One Friday evening, which was doubly a great night because it was also Payday, my buddy, Charlie, approached me with something unusual on his mind. 

"George," he said to me. "I've heard about this special girl in a whore house in town who takes on two guys at a time." 

"You mean she sucks off one guy while the other one fucks her?" 

"I suppose she'll do that if you want it, but this girl's specialty is having one guy fuck her pussy and another guy fuck her ass at the same time." 

"Wow! Both at the same time? That sounds like really something." 

I knew that some gay men, which was not what I would have called them at the time, liked getting fucked in the ass, although I had no personal experience with homosexuals. If I thought about it at all, I would have supposed a woman might want to do the same thing, because I still thought of them as desiring pretty much the same kind of sexual activity as gay men did. I realize the big differences now, but this was a long time ago when I was much younger and still something of a country bumpkin. However, even if a woman wanted to get fucked in the ass, I couldn't see why a man would want to do such a thing if her pussy was available, but the thought was still an intriguing one. 

"Do you want to come with me and team up on her?" Charlie asked me. "It's kind of expensive, four thousand yen apiece, but it's something a lot different." 

That really was expensive. Both of us would be paying seven or eight times as much as the price for the usual short time, but something like that did sound interesting and exciting, maybe even a once in a lifetime experience. Besides that, it was Payday and Friday, and I had money in my pocket. On any other day of the week or of the month, I most likely wouldn't have even considered it. 

"Okay. It sounds like fun and, like you say, it's sure different." 

Wearing civilian clothing like all the other GI's heading for town, we walked to the main gate of the airbase, showed our passes to the Air Police there, and strolled out into the neighboring sin city. There were streets, but very few vehicles except a few taxis. All the many bars along the strip were garishly lighted and all around us were young Japanese women who approached men as they passed by. It was a typical payday night in the town.

"You want go short time, GI?" was the offer we heard over and over, but Charlie and I had something special in mind. He knew where the place was, so I just followed him. 

On a gravel street just off the main thoroughfare, we came to what looked like a better building than most around there. My guide approached a big, muscular man who had a long nightstick stuck in his belt, and engaged him in a brief discussion, which included a lot of gestures. The man looked Charlie up and down carefully, and looked at me too, before nodding his head and opening the door. I don't know what he was checking us out for, but we certainly weren't going to cause any trouble for anybody. 

"C'mon, George," Charlie told me. "The girl I told you about is here tonight." 

We entered, and immediately removed our shoes and left them with several other pairs in a sort of closet that was there for that purpose. As could be expected, we were not the only people patronizing the brothel that night. A fat woman wearing a red and blue kimono was sitting beside a lacquer stand. She was apparently the house mamasan, which was a general word for older women, especially madams or bar owners. 

"Hi, GI," she greeted us. "You want good time?" 

Charlie answered for both of us. "Yeah, Mamasan. We want DP girl." 

"Ah, so. DP girl cost you four thousand yen each. You pay me now." 

We handed over the money, in thousand and five hundred yen notes. It may sound like a lot now, but with the currency exchange at that time, it was a little over eleven dollars each. Sex with cute and sexy Japanese prostitutes at that time and that place was one of the greatest bargains I had ever seen before or since. The mamasan counted the money and stashed it in a drawer in the stand. 

"DP girl name Kimiko. You go down room there." Mamasan spoke to us in the Pidgin English that everybody used, as she pointed down a hallway. "She come see you. Have fun." 

That, of course, was our intention and why we had paid her so much money. Down the hall we went, until we came to a door with the name "Kimiko" and something in Japanese, probably her name also. We entered a small room furnished with a low couch, just long enough and wide enough for me to lie on with my feet hanging over the end. That was okay, because I didn't plan on sleeping there anyhow. Charlie and I took off most of the rest of our clothing, stripping to our underwear. 

A few minutes later, a pleasantly chubby woman entered, presumably our DP girl. She was short, like most Japanese women, looked to be about thirty years old and had long, black hair that was tied back from her cute face. Kimiko was barefoot and was wearing a short green skirt and a halter, and we didn't expect her to be wearing anything under it. 

"Hi, GI. You want Number one DP?" she greeted us. 

"Hi, Joson. Yeah, that's what we want," Charlie answered her. I had decided to let him do the talking for both of us, and he didn't seem to mind. 

"You take off skivvies," she instructed us and, after we had removed our jockey shorts and were naked, Kimiko peeled off her skimpy attire. As expected, she had been nude under the skirt and halter. Our DP girl had yellow-brown skin, a nice, shapely ass and small breasts, typical for Japanese women. 

She inspected our cocks, which had become hard at the sight of her nakedness and the thought of what we were about to do. "You lay on back," she directed Charlie, who was hung slightly larger than I was. As he lay down on the low couch, she turned to me. "Get oil from shelf," she told me, pointing at the opposite wall where there was a shelf that held a small bottle of some kind of transparent liquid. 

I went over, picked it up and saw that it was baby oil. When I returned to my buddy and the woman we would be sharing, he was lying on his back and she was straddling him and stroking his cock with her mouth. I thought she might be going to suck him off, which would have been something of a gyp for the amount of money we had paid, until I realized that she just wanted to get him wet. She was there for money, and was not aroused at the sight of two horny and naked young American men. She might have expected to enjoy it, maybe even to climax from what we did with her, as the women sometimes did, but her pussy wouldn't have been wet from sexual arousal, at least not at that point in our encounter. 

When she thought he was ready for her pussy, Kimiko, still kneeling, moved up until her body was over Charlie's. He held his cock upright for her and she reached between her thighs and guided it into her pussy. She must have been pretty loose there, because he had a fairly good sized cock, and it slipped into her easily. With the first penetration complete, Kimiko turned to me and told me what I should do to get her ready. I probably could have figured it out on my own, but I was only twenty years old at the time, and pretty naïve about sex, and what I was doing that evening was still new to me. 

She had stretched her legs out beside Charlie when she turned her face to me, and her hands were holding her ass cheeks apart. "You put oil in here now, GI, and on your dick." 

I wasn't sure just how to do that, because it was a glass bottle, not the plastic squeeze type that it would probably be now. I removed the cap and poured a healthy dollop into the cleft of her ass and followed that by sticking my middle finger into her to spread it around. I stuck the finger in as far as I could reach and coated her as far in and as evenly as I could. When I looked more closely at Kimiko's chubby ass and how she was holding it open and waiting for me, I got even hornier, and eager for the new experience. Quickly, I coated my cock and leaned forward, holding my shaft with one hand to guide it. 

My other hand was placed next to Charlie to support my weight. I felt the softness of her anal cleft against the tip of my cock, and she reached out with some of her fingers to guide it to the spot where it belonged. 

"Right there," she said. "Now, stick your dick all the way in me."

I could feel the soft edges of Kimiko's puckered hole surrounding the tip of my cock, and I gave a strong push forward. I felt it pop through, and the head and the ridge were surrounded by a ring of muscle. Her oiled up ass may well have been the tightest place my cock had ever gotten into, and I felt a wave of sheer pleasure coursing out, even from the small part that was inside her. 

"That's it, GI. Now, give it to me," Kimiko urged me. 

I really gave it to her as she asked, thrusting forward again and again. When I reached the point where I no longer had to guide my cock, I put my hands on Kimiko's ass and hips for leverage and so I could stroke and fondle her there. Her skin was warm and smooth and soft, and felt as good to my hands as her ass did to my cock. It took about five thrusts before my shaft was imbedded in Kimiko to her satisfaction. 

"Okay, now you guys take turns sticking your dicks into me," she instructed us. 

We were new at this, so neither of us had any problem taking her directions. I wasn't sure how everything would work out, but I slowly drew my shaft out of the wonderfully tight hole it was cramming until just the head was still inside, paused, and plunged it forward again. As my cock plowed into Kimiko's ass, I could feel Charlie withdrawing his from her pussy, which was a very strange and very new sensation. The entire length of my shaft had burrowed its way into the channel that still felt wonderful, but was no longer so tight, when I felt Charlie's cock driving into her pussy again. I pulled mine most of the way out, leaving just the head inside, and waited a few seconds before fucking it deeply into Kimiko's delightful ass again. 

We quickly set up a rhythm, taking turns plunging our cocks in and out of the woman between us. She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as we were, her body writhing between us and both her holes fucking back to meet us. Charlie and I took it slow at first, first to set up the rhythm and, much more important, to make our pleasure last. Kimiko encouraged us to keep fucking her, telling us repeatedly how great it felt to her too, which I thought might or might not have been the truth. Whether it was or not, our new experience was nothing short of fabulous for me and Charlie. 

"Okay, GI's, now you both fuck me at once," Kimiko further instructed us. 

My cock was so deep inside her ass that my pubic hair was brushing against the insides of her cheeks when she said that, so I slowly drew it most of the way out, and Charlie waited for me to stop my withdrawal. At a further word from our partner, we both plunged our cocks back into her. I was gripping Kimiko's shoulders, and I pulled against them as I drove my entire shaft into her. Charlie's hands rested on her hips, and he pulled down on them, giving himself leverage to help thrust his cock deeply into her pussy. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Kimiko enthused as she felt our cocks surging into her. "Oh, that feels good. You guys keep fucking me like that." With every combined thrust, she loudly expressed her joy in what was happening to her. 

We did what she asked, because the two holes we were packing and unpacking in unison felt incredibly tight, when we drove our cocks into her. Besides her sounds of pleasure, Kimiko's body was thrashing between us and her head was tossing up and down and from side to side under my face. I wasn't sure then if it was an act or not, but Charlie told me later how he felt her pussy lubricating, which is how he was able to keep cramming his cock into her the way he was, so she must have been getting some fun out of it too. 

I was getting an enormous amount of fun from what we were doing. At twenty years old, in 1959, I was pretty naïve, especially in matters relating to women. Sexually, at least, my tour of duty in Japan was probably the greatest two years I ever spent, and that night when my cock was plunging in and out of a pretty woman's ass was the best time I had up until then. Although we were fucking her slowly, I could feel my climax building up, and I knew I was going to cum soon. 

Charlie must have been at the same point. "Are you ready to cum yet, George," he asked me. 

"Just about," I told him. 

"You guys fuck me faster then," Kimiko chimed in. "Make me cum too." 

We started driving our cocks into her harder and faster, and she matched our increased pace, still fucking back to meet every stroke. Besides that, Kimiko's movements were steadily becoming more erratic, and I saw her reach between her body and Charlie's. Later, I realized she must have starterd playing with her clit, because she really did want a climax, maybe even as much as the men above and under her did. 

"Oooo! Oooo! Oooo!" Kimiko started blurting out in time with our two cocks plowing into her. Less than a minute later, "Oh! I cum, GI's!" she cried out ecstatically, followed by some words in Japanese. 

I didn't stop, and neither did Charlie. I don't believe I could have, even if I had wanted, because my climax was seconds away, and his couldn't have been much farther. Both of us kept fucking Kimiko's two holes as hard and as fast as we could, without trying any longer to stay in unison. She didn't seem to mind, because her body was rocking from side to side between us, and her arms and legs were flailing the couch. 

Like a great fountain of joy, my climax bubbled up and erupted, and I shot a huge load of cum into Kimiko's ass. At that same time, I felt her muscles there and all over her body spasm, but I was too far gone to really notice it. I kept pounding my cock in and out of her, and ejaculated three more times before I was through cumming. 

When I looked down at Charlie's face, he was grimacing in pleasure, with his eyes closed, his lips peeled back and his teeth clenched. My shaft was still buried deep in Kimiko's ass, and I could feel his inside her too but it was still driving in and out. Finally, his movements stopped, with both of our cocks still erect and buried deep inside the holes that given us so much pleasure and, I like to believe, had gotten so much from us. 

We lay in a pile like that, catching our breaths and resting for a few minutes, until Kimiko spoke up. "You guys fuck me real good," she said. "I cum real big." She was moving as if she wanted to pull her pussy out from around Charlie's cock and get up. 

"I cum real big too," I answered, and Charlie echoed the sentiment. 

It was obvious Kimiko wanted to get up, and I had rested long enough, so I slowly drew my cock out of her ass, as she pulled her pussy loose from the hard cylinder that had been filling it. My hands were still resting on her ass, because it felt so good to them, with its soft and supple skin. 

I found myself gazing on one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. The hole where my cock had been plowing in and out was stretched wide open, and I saw a sticky white stream of my cum oozing from it. Her pussy was stretched the same way, and Charlie's semen was dripping from there. At that time, I vowed I would return to visit Kimiko for more of the same action every payday, either with Charlie or some other guy that I could talk into wanting to do something different. 

*

Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Charlie and I did, and Kimiko apparently did. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can.

Japanese Dream



It was my first time in Japan. The world around me spoke of hidden promise and new opportunity. The exotic spices of the small food vendors coated the atmosphere and the fairy lights peeping out from under paper lanterns lined the streets, illuminating the vibrant city. I walked as if I were a monk in a place of pilgrimage, silenced by the splendour of what I was seeing. Anna, my younger sister barely noticed her surroundings, she was busy pushing through the crowds of locals and tourists alike, towards a large dark glass panelled tower block. She walked so fast, darting in and out of individuals in the crowd, her hands clenched by her thighs. She always acted like this when she was nervous. 

I knew this job interview meant a great deal to her or she wouldn't have asked me to fly with her half way around the world. It could be her big break at last. In America she had attended theatre school since she was seven and now aged eighteen it was time for her to make a name for herself. Before she had not had much luck with work, the film industry was competitive and difficult to break into and advertising agencies had been impressed with her but all said the same thing, her look was too glamorous, too seductive and not family friendly enough. Of course you must be thinking why didn't she become a make-up model or endorse shampoo, are those women on T.V not glamorous? But, in truth, my sister is no gorgeous honey nor is she a blonde goddess or Latina beauty. She goes unparalleled by any woman I have ever seen. Her face is sweet as a peach; central to it is a small delicately pointed nose, her skin is smooth and pale; a permanent pink blush rests upon her high cheek bones. Below this she has a sweet pout of a mouth which she inherited from my mother and also her small delicate chin. But it is her eyes, her eyes, that have men and women alike, captivated. Imagine the flame from a candle burning within an orb of grey smoke or perhaps the light of a star struggling through dense cloud. This is the haze and hue of her eyes, so elaborately framed by soft lashes. Sometimes I find myself puzzling over them, sometimes I think I am close to working out what lies beneath them, other days I believe I could drown in them. She is extraordinary, completely intriguing, a wolf among sheep. A panther! Beautifully mesmerising; potentially deadly.

'Ben! Quit day-dreaming! We're going to be late!'

The Lobby of the building was empty when we entered but Anna informed me that she had instructions to take the lift, number 5, to the top floor where she would be met and taken to the interview. We found the elevators at the far side of the establishment; lift number 5 was the last one on the right. As we approached the doors slip open for us us. To our confusion it was full and even though we were already on the ground floor nobody inside stepped out. From inside the lift about fifteen Japanese, what can only be described as business men, stared back at us. All looked the same, the same dark hair, the same white shirt, black tie and black suit. I would have laughed had it not been so menacing. I was quietly contemplating to take another lift when one of them motioned for us to join them. We obeyed. I must admit, the elevator was probably one of the largest I had seen, it was one of the industrial metal ones, with bare floor and shiny walls which almost acted like a mirror. Indeed it was huge though I could still feel the breath of the man behind me on my neck. The vessel creaked as it began its assent upwards. The silence hung like a heavy veil upon us all. Then Anna leaned towards me slightly and whispered, 'Somebody's touching my ass,' in my ear. 

Anna: I could feel the pressure of a hand on the back of my skirt, just central of my ass. I stepped forwards slightly and to my discomfort the individuals hand remained there. I glanced either side of me, trying to attract the attention of one of the other businessmen but they were either ignorant of the harassment or had chosen to ignore me. Then I felt the hand slide lower and lower on my body, following the crevice between my two butt cheeks, inching further and further towards my hole. I could take it no more. 'Stop it' I desperately whispered and though the hand remained there it didn't creep down any further. But then another arm moved around me until it settled on my chest, holding me tight. I began to struggle, but the man had me locked in his grip. I could feel the warmth of his body on my back as he pressed himself against me and the hard tip of an erect penis. 'Ben,' I yelped but from the corner of my eye I could see that two arms had snaked around his wrists holding him tight as well. I was on my own. To my horror another arm crept forward over my chest and then paused mid-way, the hand hovering over my breast for a moment before it settled there. The hand began to squeeze and cup me methodically as I struggled in vain. My chest was rising up and down with my heart beat that was thumping with panic.

'Aggh.' The hand on the back of my skirt had crept beneath the ruffled layers and slid between my legs. One finger began to massage my clitoris through the cotton of my knickers. The pressure was soft and the finger moved slowly and deliberately. The motion was hypnotising, I barely noticed when another pair of arms reached over me and began to unbutton my blouse. The extra flesh seemed to excite the other businessmen in the elevator as one forced his finger into my mouth so quickly I couldn't prevent it. I gagged upon it and a small chorus of laughter rose in the air before he withdrew it and put it in his own mouth. He then reached for my mouth again and managed to force his fingers through the barrier of my clenched teeth.

God help us. They just took Anna's blouse off and I can't do anything to help her. Some pervert keeps thrusting his fingers down her small throat, I can't see her face but I can hear her gagged sounds of resentment. If those Japanese pricks hurt one hair on her head or disgrace her... I struggle furiously but at least two men are holding my arms back. They are so strong. Anna doesn't have a chance unless I can get free of this. Oh God, and as I struggle more and more men are rubbing their filthy hands over her body. They are like animals, ripping and pinching until her blouse is shredded and her bra snapped. I catch little glimpses of her flesh, her birth-mark, a nipple through some ripped silk. I am ashamed, I am ashamed to see this and ashamed because I am unable to stop it.

Anna: I feel completely alone, I know now that Ben can't help me. I struggle but I can barely move for hands and fingers moving over my body. I can feel my nipples erect each time a finger passes over them. I don't feel aroused, just disgusted. But then my clitoris is swollen and throbbing. Excitable bastard fingers are brushing over it and occasionally a sick fucker twists it so that it hurts. I bite my lip to stop from crying out, I won't give him the satisfaction but 'oh ow!' That really hurt me. One of the men has got down on his knees in front of me and peeled down my underwear to expose my wet pussy. He's licking it all the way up to my clit and then bitting down hard and each time he does I can't help but cry a little. I can feel his tongue lapping up the wetness of it and pawing teasingly at my vagina. My whole body feels alive, there must be ten men swarming over it. There are at least two men down there, one is holding open my flaps whilst the other is licking me like a dog. I can't take more of this, I can feel my disgust meld into a strange sensation of enjoyment. I have never been touched by a man like this; but I will never stop resisting. Ah! My body is being attacked, they are rolling my nipples over their tongue, trying to suckle like a new born kid, burying their faces deep into my softness. One businessman has taken hold of my head and forced his tongue down my throat, he wants me. Another man is brushing up behind me, dying to get his fingers into me. I can feel another pressure at the base of my asshole but to my horror I realise it's not a finger. The erect penis teasingly slides along my body, steeling for a moment on the opening to my asshole but then moving on. I can feel a slight surge of pre-spunk oozing onto me, polluting me. Then suddenly two hands grip the underneath of my legs and I am lifted upwards and impaled upon the penis. 

I close my eyes, ready to scream but before it is even fully within me I am lifted off and placed on my feet. I shudder where I stand and wipe tears from my cheeks. When I turn I see all the men stood still, their hands by their sides, expressionless. The only indication that they have done anything is their engorged penises pushing upon the material of their pants. 

They set Anna free just as the lift jolted to a holt. I hope to God that they have not done anything in her, I hope to god she's not been raped. Her cries still ring in my ears though I am fairly sure that now there's silence. I lost sight of her as they swarmed around her like bees on honey. The hands release me as the lift doors slide open, I rush forward, grab Anna and the pair of us step out into the hall. Neither of us daring to look at the other.

'Ah, Miss Anna Juniper... and you must be?' We find ourselves in a wooden panelled hall, finely decorated with red satin drapes and upholstery. I look back at the asian man offering my sister his hand. He is small and lean, perhaps once a handsome man thought now his eyes have wrinkled and his hair has thinned on top. 

'Her Brother. Now will you tell me what the fuck is..'

'Oh yes, of course, how could I be so rude. Here we are,' he says as he takes a silk kimono style robe from a peg and offers it to my sister. He watches her cover herself before saying, 'Now that we are all clothed we must discuss further the compatibility of yourself and my company. Have a seat my dear. Can I offer you some chai tea?'

I do not know what to do or say, how can this be? I follow Anna though and sit upon a futon whilst two young geisha pour us chai. The company president peers at us both, turning from Anna to me for a while before saying, 'How did you come by such peculiar eyes? They promise a man the world and teasingly refuse him. I could make use of such eyes. You see, my dear, this company is not like Avon or Maxfactor or any other make-up manufacturer in the world. We don't want to paint a pretty face we want to paint a vision of lust and sin, fire and passion, sex. We want to unleash the raw animal within the woman, unleash her vengeance and her mercy upon mankind. We want pleasure and pain for one is only intensified by the other. We want the face of our company to be a siren, an angel of sexual desire who can command the masses through the power and dominance of sex. We are much more than a manufacturer, we are a fraternity.'

I am horrified, it strikes me cold the intensity of his words whilst his expression is as collected and placid as could be. I feel sickened, I feel it is time to leave. But as I glance across at Anna I can see her eyes sparkling as she looks devotedly up to this multi-million dollar freak. 

'Of course,' the president says glancing down for the first time, 'such a woman would have to prove herself, would have to make any man hard, would have to make any man desperate just to be with her, mad just to touch her. How do you suppose I go about finding such a woman...'

He then glances at me with a sly look on his face I don't at all like. The wirly bastard. 'Come on Anna, it is time to leave this mad house,' I say as I stand up. Though to my puzzlement Anna remains where she is, her gaze fixed on the President. And then, to my relief, the moment passes and she stands. She slinks towards me with the strangest look in her eye and places her arms gently round my shoulders. I can feel her soft breasts on my chest as I try to push her away confused. 'What, what are you doing?'

She answer me with a smile as she slides her hands down my chest and feels the bulge of my penis through my jeans. In embarrassment I turn away. I had been trying to conceal my erection ever since we stepped out of the lift. I am disgusted with myself, turned on by my own sisters abduction. Her touch is so soft; I realise not for the first time how delicate and vulnerable she is. Ever since we were small children I knew I had to protect her.

'You are a strong man Mr Ben Juniper to resist such a temptress. I like that. It is even more challenging for sweet Anna to prove herself. Perhaps you should give him some space? Mai Sumuno and Haiti San are going to practice their Shamisen. Perhaps you could dance?' 

I am bound to the room, why can't Anna see that this is fucked up. We have to leave now. But as I peer over my shoulder I see her twirling and dancing as the two geisha pick up wooden guitar like instruments. I can't look away from her pulsating body as she shakes her hips and brushes her self with her hands. I want to go and slap her, bring her back to me so we can leave but I can't move my feet or my eyes from her. She seems to notice and her movements become even more pronounced and she spins faster and faster as the music picks up pace until with one sudden chord strike it stops and then resumes more delicately. She is walking towards be like a belly dancer, draping her fingers over her hair and down her body. Where did she learn to dance like this, part of me always knew she was born to dance like this. It kills me to look at her, to feel my cock pushing hard against my trousers. And then she pulls the string of her robe and begins to teasingly inch it down her shoulders just above her breasts. God, don't do this to me Anna, don't do it to yourself! . And then she casts her silken suit away and my sister is stood right in front of me, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. 'Anna, don't...I.'

I watch her fall onto her knees and crawl towards me like a wild cat until she is level with my crotch. She reaches to undo my flies and instinctually I grab her hands. For a moment she looks at me and I believe she has been awakened from whatever spell she has been put under but then stretches a finger out to rub my crotch. And gradually I allow her hands closer and closer until she undoes my buttons and stretches into my pants and releases my penis from them. 

Her grip upon it is deliciously strong as she begins to wank me off. Oh, Anna, how can you do this to me! How did this happen. My sister, my sweet little sister who I said I would protect, look out for. I think about all the times I punched a guy for trying it on with her. But I must have failed, she must have been doing this with guys for years. I wish we had never come to Japan but at the same time I feel as though I am walking through a dream. I love her. Oh Anna, my Anna! 

'Ahhh, oooo,' I moan as she pops the tip into her sweet little mouth and sucks. Deeper and deeper she pushes me in until she is almost gagging, but she holds it for a long time for finally letting me slip out. And as I leave her mouth I know I cannot allow this to happen, even if I wanted it to. I take my chance, I know I can't let this happen. Whilst I'm still free of her I firmly push her away and stand in an opposite corner of the room. As I pass the futons I notice Mr President is cupping his own little gushing prick.

'What a test. If sweet Anna Juniper can seduce her own resistant brother then she can seduce any man! What a strong man you must be, so moral, so...saintly. What chance does little Anna have?'

Almost as though on cue Anna slides herself onto the floor and begins massaging her breasts and nipples. Her legs in constant movement as enjoyment courses through her body twisting body. I cannot take my eyes off her as she licks her fingers and brings them down to her exposed pussy and begins to masturbate groaning and rolling on the ground. I see her insert her middle finger as deep as it will go; when she pulls it out I see a layer of cum glisten in the light. And again she thrusts her finger in as she pounds her pelvis against her hand, lying on the cold alabaster floor. 

A shot of cum erupts from my penis, I think she notices as the noises she makes become audibly louder and she pushes her hips out in my direction. Her hands hold her arse cheeks as she stretches out to expose her beautifully pink hole. She is teasing me, she is testing me.

'Stop it! Stop it! Don't make me Anna. Don't you fucking dare. Stop it! It's not worth a job. You're better than this place, better than me. Don't make me prove that to you.'

'Ohhhooohhh Ben, I just want you. Forget about the rest. Come here, let me look after you. Let me thank you for looking after me for all these years. Arrgh,' she pants as she fingers herself. I stare at my little sister, every ounce of me wanting to be with her, inside her. 'Ben, I want you now, I want you inside me. I want your sperm and your cock deep within me.'

'NO!'

'Fuck me Ben. Fuck me!'

'NO!'

'FUCK ME!'

I can't bare it any longer my body turns and within a seconds I am bent over her squirming body, my cock bent upon her stomach. With two hands she takes hold of me and guides me to her slit. I know that with one thrust I will be inside her. I am trembling and I can't do it.

'It is just you and me brother,' she whispers, 'I love you.'

And as though that was all I needed I thrust into her hard. With my movement she curls upwards and holds me close and tight, her eyes wide. I don't understand until I look down as see blood dripping between us. Oh God, don't let it be true.

'Anna, have I hurt you? What's the matter?'

'What do you think? I'm a virgin.' I shake my head, I can't have taken her virginity,

'What about Max and John and all the other boys you went out with?'

'I only ever wanted one boy and that's you. I've always wanted you. Nobody else was anything in comparison. No one was as sweet, as protective, a strong, as handsome, nobody could ever love me as much as y..y...yu,' She began to sob and all I could do was kiss that beautiful mouth that was so like my mothers, and push myself in and out of her tightness.

Then I had her nipple in my mouth as I forced my huge shaft again and again deep into her. She screamed as her knees buckled and her feet twitched as torturous pleasure swept through her. I wanted to give her the best sex I could. I wanted to make her scream my name. I wanted the president to pull his little dick off in excitement just from watching us. We were the same, me and her. The same genes, the same DNA Of course we loved each other, of course we always knew we were created for each other. This is all I have ever wanted.

'Ahhhhhhggghhhh' Anna began to scream as I felt her tighten around me. 'Just hold on,' I whispered to her, as I held back all my cock had to give. And then with one final thrust I could hold it no longer and released the huge pulp of sperm deep into her little body as she orgasmed. 

Then we were both breathing and clutching each other. My flaccid cock still in her as we panted and sweated and kissed one another. And then applause ruptured the silence as the president and the geisha began to clap and laugh and cheer and we smiled at one another.

'My dear! Miss Anna Juniper, you have the job. I could not find another woman like you if I searched for a million years. Congratulations!'

Then Anna pulled away from me and I felt a hole as though I was loosing something very valuable after only just discovering it. The reality of what had happened hit. She had used me, she had used me for a job. Her dreams would come true, but I would only get to live mine for one afternoon. I know I will never be with her the same way again. I hang my head and turn towards the lift. How can I bare to look at her now? But then I stop as I hear her cough politely before speaking:




Japanese Dream



'Mr President, my dear Mr President, I regret to inform you that I shan't be taking your job after all.' I think the president looked just as taken aback as I did. 'You see I have finally got what I wanted all along. My brother. I want to thank you for this opportunity as it has changed my life but I shan't be staying with your corporation.'

With that she stood up, picked up the robe and walked back to the lift, my spunk dripping down her legs. The elevator was empty this time and so we consecrated our first sexual encounter together with another sexual encounter. That evening we both withdrew all the money we had and moved to Japan where we live as man and wife but as happily as a man and his mistress. 



Japanese Family



For about three years now I've been moonlighting as a male stripper. It started as just something I did on the side to help make some money after I had got married. It was a good money earner and as my regular work required the occasional late night I could just tell my wife that I was working late, then run off to whatever party I was stripping at.

Over time though stripping turned from something I did on the side for some spare cash, to something that I really enjoyed. All the while the wife none the wiser.

As my wife is Japanese we try and travel back to Japan every two years to visit her family. It's always nice to catch up with them and brush up on my Japanese, but I always need to be careful not to be caught perving on my sister.

My sister is just as hot and turns me on just as much as my wife, so any chance I get when Im there I always try to catch any glimps of her whenever I can. She's not tall, only about 5'5 with shoulder length hair which she has dyed brown. She is about 34 years old and has kept in good shape; slim, toned and with a nice b-cup breasts.

Taking this trip I thought I may try my hand at stripping in Japan. If I could just get one job over there it would pay for my trip and give me a little fun. So I contacted my agent who made all the arrangements for me.

After spending a good 3 days with thes I made an excuse to my wife that I was going to catch up with some friends so not to expect me home until the early hours of the morning.

Arriving at the party I was told it was a birthday party and there were to be three male strippers, my and two Japanese guys. Apparently the girls wanted a western guy to make the night more interesting. So I got into my costume (g-string and fireman outfit) and with the other two guys went out into the room. We were a surprise to the birthday girl who along with the others screamed and laughed when we all came out. They had clearly been drinking and were all a little tipsy by this stage. 

We with music blaring and dim lighting went dancing through the 12 or so women there, gradually getting down to our g-strings. 

It was clear that I was the favourite, being the white foreigner, but also with the better body.

What I had not counted on that night was my sister being at the party. Not wanteing to get caught I made sure I stayed away from her that night, but every now and then looking over to see how she was going. Yuka was really having a great night, laughing and grabbing a feel of the other strippers whenever she could. I must say it was pretty hot to see her get into it. 

When the time came to get into the hot part of the night I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist and slid off my g-string. The Japanese girls wanted to get into this as much as possible, so the towel would provide a little modesty for them. I took some whipped cream and walked over to the party girl. Standing in front of her I opened my towel and saw her eyes lighten up as she was facing directly at my cock. She giggled as I encouraged her to touch it. She put her hand out and grabbed my cock pulling on it like she was milking a cow. My cock was getting hard and I could see the joy in her eues as she held me and felt me get hard in her hands. I sprayed a line of whipped down my cock, the birthday girl knew what to do as she opened her mouth and lick along my cock, licking off all the cream. I pulled back, closed my towel as all the girls cheered the birthday girl. 

I looked over and saw Yuka doing the same thing, one of the Japanese stripper was standing in front of her with a cock covered in cream. Yuka licked his cock up and down. I couldn't believe the site, and knew I could never tell anyone!

I worked my way around the room, doing the same to each girl but not knowing what to do when I got round to Yuka.

Eventually it was time. As I worked my way around each of the girls got more adventurous and more into it, with what started out as just licking off the cream was now each girl licking, stroking and sucking and kissing my cock as much as she could. A room for of horny Japanese women giving me a quick blow job was a dream come true!

When I got to Yuka I wasn't sure what to do. I needed to make sure she didn't recognise me but also couldn't wait to have her take my cock in her mouth. So I stood in front of her, made sure my mask was still on and opened my towel. I was still rock hard from the last girl and Yuka looked on with wide eyes. Yuka straight away wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking me up and down. The sight was one I had dreamt about for a long time, my hot sister holding my cock in her hands.

Yuka rubbed her hands up and down my long cock and licked her lips. As I was watching her she looked up and looked right into my eyes. The expression on her face suddenly changed. Had she recognised my eyes? I didn't know but something had changed. Her stroked got slower as she starred into my eyes. I wanted to turn away so not to be recognised but she was just too hot.

Yuka then gave me a little smile and returned her eyes to my cock. My mind was racing, was I caught? If so would she tell? I didn't know what to do, but Yuka certainly did. Yuka held my cock firmly and took me into her mouth. With a long suck Yuka took all of my cock into her mouth and sucked me from base to tip. Her hand now stroking my shaft faster Yuka licked and sucked all over my cock. Her mouth was wet and tender, she was so good at it, it was clear she enjoyed giving blowjobs. I gave little thrusts of my hips forward and back each time I pushed into her mouth and Yuka reciprocated with faster strokes and deeper sucking.

Yuka and I were getting into this so much we didn't notice all the other girls cheering us. I looked around and the birthday girl now had her top off and was getting tit fucked by one of the strippers while the other stripper was standing in front of a few girls jerking himself off to their giggles.

The birthday girl looked over and told me that Yuka should also get a tit fuck. The night was getting better and better. Yuka in now time took off her top and removed her bra. Her beautiful b-cup breasts was a fine shape and small pink nipples. Yuka squeezed her tits together so I bent down a little and slid my cock up into her tits. I was still went from her sucking so sliding up and down her tits was not a problem.

I held onto her shoulders and pushed harder and faster, really fucking her tits hard. Yuka moaned with each thrust I gave and licked the tip of my cock each time I pushed up.

I felt the quick build up in my cock and knew I was about to cum. I called out in Japanese "Im going to cum" and to my surprise a few of the other girls came over to see the wester guy cum on Yuka. Yuka squeezed her tits firmer around my cock and I pushed harder into her chest. 

After some frantic thrusting I pulled away from her and jerked my cock to cum, but Yuka took my hand away and grabbed my cock in her hands to stroke me hard and fast. The other girls cheered as I let out an explosion of cum. I shot a long line of cum across Yuka's face. She then opened her mouth and sucked me while I ejected loads of cum into her wet and willing mouth.

Once I had finished cumming I pulled away and Yuka gave my cock a nice kiss on the tip. All the girls cheered as us strippers waived, got dressed and left for the night.

Arriving at thes house later I didn't know what to expect. I still wasn't sure if Yuka had recognised me or not. It was a fantasy come true for my, I've had plenty of wet dreams about Yuka and tonight it all came true. If she didn't recognise me then fine, but if she had, what did it mean that she had got into it so much?

The house was dark when I got home, everyone had gone to bed, so I put my clothes away and relaxed in the living room to unwind. After about 20mins the front door opened and Yuka walked in. 

She smiled at me and said goodnight as she walked past me and into her room.

I guess I would have to wait until the morning to see if anything has changed, to find out if she knew...



Japanese Game Show



I work for an international banking firm based in LA with offices throughout the world. One of our primary centers is based in Japan, not in Tokyo, but situated outside of the city in an area and town called Chiba. I have been assigned to work with our office there and have travelled there half a dozen times in the past 8 months. After the third trip, which usually last two weeks, I was invited to stay in the home of a co-worker named Kaito. Up until then I had stayed in a hotel, good accommodations but still not like home. I think Kaito sensed that and after knowing me awhile, felt comfortable enough to let me reside with him and his family while in country.

Kaito, his wife Hitomi and daughter Aiko are wonderful people. Kaito is a typical Japanese executive, very proper and respectful even though we were equal in the organization, he usually let me take the lead. Both Kaito and his wife were older than me, by 7 years; Aiko was 19 and a university student, living at home. They owned a modest cottage on a hillside with three bedrooms and two baths, one I shared with Aiko. Since the first time I had stayed with them, they have made me comfortable and extremely welcome in their home. 

Like many Japanese they are very polite and relatively submissive in their attitude and conduct. For example, if I make a suggestion for dinner, they are happily in concurrence with my choice. If they offered something, it was just that, an offer; if you didn't want it, no problem. I found this utterly charming about them and watched my behavior so I would not take advantage of them.

I also noticed once I stayed in their home, even though they were shy and modest, nudity was not a major complexity. Often either Hitomi or Aiko would rush from the bathrooms, naked while drying themselves off with a towel. Granted they were always moving, but still were most often robe less and exposing quite a bit. Kaito never spoke up and I pretended not to notice so things continued. Like most Asian women, both girls had very slim figures with almost no hips with beautiful alabaster skin tones. Aiko had slightly larger breasts than her mom, but they still would fall under a B size. Aiko was cleanly shaven while her mom did have a black wooly bush.

When the nudity first happened I was understandably concerned and nervous about my rather constricted feelings on nudity. Being from a western culture, this type of behavior was not in the main stream, at least from my experiences. But over time I adjusted and in most cases would look away or disregard that it even happened. Now don't misunderstand, there was nothing sexual going on with the family that I could tell, but they just had no hang-ups over their exposure.

One day Kaito and I returned from the office to find both of the women very giddy and extremely excited over something. My Japanese had improved immensely since I started working with Kaito, so I did pick up some of what they were pumped over. But even Kaito was having trouble getting them to simmer down and tell us what was going on. Finally after sitting down with the girls still hopping in their seats, they told us that the family had been selected to be contestants for a TV show. With that news Kaito also became excited. I was still in the dark, I did not watch much TV; in fact I did not have one in my room while staying with them. The family room TV was never on and was a very small unit, the master bedroom and Aiko's room had larger flat screens.

So this particular show they were all pumped over, I had no idea what it was. I vaguely remember a family game show called Family Feud back in the states, and if it was something like that, it would certainly be fun for this group. Their taping was set for the following week, I was going to still be working in Japan, so they invited me to tag along to the taping, which I was happy to be included.

The week leading up to the TV show was odd to say the least. The nudity in the house happened with greater frequency and lasted longer. It was also varied, instead of running from room to room as before; the girls would stop and sometimes gaze at each other. I was walking down the hall one day and glanced in to an open master bedroom to see a fully clothed Hitomi inspecting the tits of her daughter with her hands. They were whispering to each other and they were both pointing out things, birthmarks or spots on Aiko's breasts.

Other than being puzzled, I didn't make much out of it. I tossed it out as maybe they were checking for lumps or such like a breast exam. Truthfully that kind of behavior did not happen with her dad, so there was nothing to draw attention to it.

Finally the day of taping was here and the girls were in a heightened state of giddiness. Strangely they spent far less time on their wardrobes as they did their makeup and bodies. In fact they spent long hours with special bath compounds and when they did come out they smelled absolutely wonderful. Kaito and I had taken the afternoon off and even he remarked on the girl's loveliness and fragrances. 

Driving to the studio, me in the back with Aiko, I found myself leaning over to her side so that I could inhale the scent she was producing and with the flow from Hitomi body also, the car smelled like a flower garden. Once we arrived, I really didn't want to get out of the car and lose that feeling I had from the intoxicating air. 

Once inside, I was surprised by the no frills of the place. Seating was quite limited, to perhaps 30 fold out chairs. The stage, if one could call it that was fairly well lit, but just two steps up from the seating and quite close. The stage had some props on it, mainly a large wall with cloth covering it and a video screen directly in front of the audience on the back partition. They were piping in some jazzy music while the audience was filing in and taking their seats. Looking at the other people there, they were a lot like Kaito's family, fathers, mothers and daughters. As they had told me, family games show by all appearances. 

An attractive young woman appeared on stage and there was polite applause from the audience. Hitomi indicated to me that the woman was the hostess of the show and would be the one interacting with the contestants. The lady wore a very nice crisp business suit and even thought the studio looked somewhat cheap, she came across as the real deal.

The lights flickered for a moment and a man with a headset on came out and asked for tonight's contestants to assemble on the stage when called. Within a few moments, Aiko and her dad were called and they gleefully jumped up and bounded to the stage, clearly happy. When they had left, Hitomi clutched my arm tightly and placed her head on my shoulder. The heat from her body as well as scent was extremely nice and I did not bother to move at all. In fact I chalked it up to her being excited for her family.

I began to scrutinize the folks gathered on the stage. There were 6 young women and 4 men, older appearing than the girls, so I assumed they were all like my friends, father and daughter. Hitomi confirmed my assessment as we continued to watch.

On the set were a number of written charts and such, but my Japanese understanding was limited to the spoken word. I could decipher a letter or two, but that's all. I asked Hitomi what some of the word graphics meant but she did not respond as she was engrossed with watching her husband and daughter as they were listening to both the hostess and the guy with the headset look like they were giving instructions to the cast. The lights flickered again and an announcement for quiet went out. The room became very still.

Suddenly the music became loud and the lights went up a notch while the hostess went to the center of the stage. She began by welcoming everyone to the show and promised an action packed episode. With the show obviously starting, Hitomi had tightened her grip on my arm, so much so that I needed to get some feeling back. I flexed my hand, about the only thing I could move, and made contact with the top of her slacks, where my fingers now rested. It was not what I intended, but due to the death grip I was in, it was all I could hope for to get some relief.

After the hostess did her basic introductions, she called all the contestants out to center stage with her and started introductions. Sure enough the folks were father daughters with 2 of the dads bringing 2 daughters each. It was funny watching my friends up there, obviously very happy and enjoying their time in the limelight. The hostess asked if everyone was ready to play and there was a chorus of confirmations. All the girls were asked to leave stage right, which left the 4 dads alone. They now appeared to be somewhat nervous and fidgeted around, looking at the floor. The hostess pulled a paper out of a jar and called out a name with which one of the men stepped forward. My friend Kaito and the others were then led off the stage, left.

With the fact that Kaito was not selected, Hitomi released my arm from her death grip and I looked down to see my arm in desperate need of blood flow. This gave me the opportunity to shake and raise it and get some semblance of feeling back.

On the stage, the hostess was explaining to the man what he needed to do. The best I could make out, he would have to identify both of his daughters to win a prize, if he could not do it, then a penalty would be accessed. All the girls, including Aiko came back on stage and were requested to go behind a portable wall. When they were out of sight, the draping on the wall was removed to show letters, A-G on the top, while below were some drape covered open holes.

The hostess told the audience we would be right back, so I suspected we left for a commercial break. There was some activity on stage and the guy with the headset came out and told the audience we would be back on in 2 minutes. I thought this would be a good time for Hitomi to fill me in on anything I missed so far, like I said when you can't read much and understand maybe every 10th word; it is hard to follow along.

Hitomi told me that the girls would now get behind the wall and "expose" themselves to the man, but with their faces concealed. He would be allowed time to contemplate and select the two he thought would be his daughters. If correct, a major prize, if wrong, a major penalty. With that she stopped explaining. I was still curious about some things but like the rest of the audience, I waited for us to go "live" again.

When the lights got bright again and the cue given, the hostess came back on and gave a recap of where everything stood up till now. She reintroduced the man and explained about his two daughters. She also stated that the other dads were backstage in a control room and could not see or hear any of the proceedings on stage. With that she turned to the wall and yelled out "undress!"

The next thing I saw was clothes being passed to a several young women who trotted them off stage. It was obvious to me that some of the items were bras and panties which gave me slight whoa feeling. The hostess addressed the man again and asked for confirmation if he was ready and wanted to proceed, which he did. With that, spotlights went to the wall.

As I mentioned earlier, the thin partition wall had letters on top and 3 covered openings below each letter. When the light hit, the two bottom covers were removed and a hushed crowd saw the openings filled with 6 sets of tits and pussies. The bodies were pressed firmly against the partition and the tits extended outward. The audience now elicited some aahh's and you could sense some electricity in the air. I was to bewildered to really utter anything, and I had a sense of twilight zone about it all. I mean these were families on stage, a dad looking at the private parts of not just his kids but also others. It was beyond surreal.

The hostess asked the man if he would make his selections now, which the man could not. The hostess told him he had 1 minute with each number to make an assessment, using whatever means he needed to determine if they were his kids.

The shock slowly wore off, and I realized that two of the pussies on display were shaved. Having seen fleeting glimpses of Aiko, I knew one of those belonged to her. The breasts on both girls were quite similar so I would be hard pressed to pick her out.

Meanwhile the man, now under the prodding of the woman host, reached out with shaky hands and began to fondle the tits of girl A. He tweaked the nipples as well as pulling on them and then cupped an entire tit. After balancing both with his two hands, he moved on to the next girl marked B. He went all the way down the line, repeating this with every heaving bosom. Knowing one set belonged to Aiko, sent a cool shiver up my neck. Also that her mom and my friend were sitting right next to me, observing the same thing was unsettling.

Again the hostess tried for a decision from the man. He remained undecided and now began to act as little disheveled, scratching his head and holding his face. The hostess urged him to exam more closely and that time was running low for a decision.

This time the man squatted down and was eye level with all the pussies. With shakiness in his hands he began to explore and play with two cunts at the same time. The girl under A was quite bushy and his fingers got lost in the jungle as you could tell his hand and arm was moving. A previous blank monitor over our heads now came on and the camera showed behind the wall. It gave an excellent view of all the young ladies. The camera panned on the face of A, whose pussy was still aggressively being fingered. Her face showed a mix of angst and passion, but she did not waver from the wall, her body tightly pushed against it.

I also noticed on the monitor that Aiko was behind the D letter. She to had her trim body flush against the opening and her face was non expressive but her nipples were extremely puffy and inflamed looking from the earlier handling by the other dad. I found myself eyeing her more closely and easily found her to be the cutest girl up there.

The man had now moved down a little and was fingering C and D. I watched Aiko's face as his fingers explored her hole and went in deep. She tossed her head back some and was gyrating her hips to his touch. The hostess noticed and commented to the man that "this one" really likes it. This obviously excited the man and he moved away from C and now placed both hands and his mouth to Aiko's slick cunt. The entry of his tongue made Aiko react by driving her hips forward as if she wanted deeper impalement. At this stage I had to adjust myself in my seat as my cock was hard pressed in my slacks. I was hoping that Hitomi would not notice; I needn't have worried as she was staring at the action with a hypnotic gaze, licking her lips.

The man finally moved on to the last two girls and again expressed angst that he could not determine who his daughters were. The hostess prodded him again saying he had less than 5 minutes left before he must decide or forfeit and pay the penalty. She again advised him that he could opt to do anything and then ordered the girls to turn around and push their posteriors thru the openings. Viewing up on the monitor, the girls were able to lean forward onto a waist high table to give them some balance and stability. The hostess grabbed the man's crotch and announced loudly over the mike that he was hard and encouraged him for the final exam. With that she dropped his pants and underwear to his knees and fished out a short but firm cock. With no further encouragement, the man went up to A and inserted his cock into the girl's pussy. With him pumping furiously, the girl began moaning loudly and grunting. After maybe 30 seconds of this he continued down the line. I in the mean time was taking very short breaths as he approached Aiko. With boldness and a sense of urgency, the man slammed his cock into my friend's daughter. Her response was surprising; unlike before when his fingers prodded her, she was now literally frozen and appeared nervous as he thrust quickly into her pussy. He pumped her a longer time than he did the others, obviously with joy. He finally moved on and was asked again his choices while fucking girl G. 

His first choice was C which proved correct and the girl was smiling and ecstatic. He then selected G who was still getting screwed at the time. When she did turn around, he was incorrect as his other daughter was F. With that the hostess told the dejected man and his daughters that they failed and the penalty would apply. I looked to Hitomi to tell me about the penalty but she ignored me while cupping her hands over in mouth in shock.

The hostess left the suspense high and announced another commercial break. With the house lights a little brighter, I took a long look at the other people in the audience. Some looked like me in that they were clearly flustered, red faced and the men had boners. Some of the gals also were flushed but most looked embarrassed and kept their eyes riveted to the floor. Hitomi was extremely flushed and her nipples were well defined through her blouse. She suddenly seemed very sexy to me.

The hostess returned and informed everyone that the penalty phase was to begin. Rather than just say it, she produced a large cardboard sign. There was a noticeable gasp among the crowd and the contestants, both girls and their dad had stunned expressions and disbelief in their body language. Extremely curious, I asked Hitomi what the sign said as she to had a shocking expression.

"Oh my, the father must observe the daughters having sex in front of him with each other and a stranger!"

I don't know why it didn't hit me as weird. What I had just witnessed was weird; I mean the dad had just played with, fingered and fucked both his kids and others.

So they brought out a thick mat and placed it in the center of the stage. With the constant prodding and jabbering by the hostess, the sisters made out with each other on the mat. The girls performed kissing, tit licking, nipple play and finally pussy eating; all to the consternation of old dad, who had to sit on the mat with his kids and observe closely. Talk about humiliation to the max.

When the girls were quite wet, a fact the hostess let you know by placing the mike near their pussies while getting fingered and licked, from off right two large men, at least large for Japanese, entered and walked in the direction of the mat. They had robes on which they quickly discarded and lay on the mat, one to each side of the women. The dad's face now appeared to have panic written all over it, he was going to have to witness the public fucking of his kids by strangers. I was hoping they had a paramedic and oxygen standing by because by the looks of him, he wasn't going to make it through the upcoming event. 

To make a long story short, the guys proceeded to fuck the girls each and every way, several times switching and also double penetration. The girls were quite game and did not display any aversion to being in public or on film. When the guys ended their session coming inside the girls, pulling out and letting the camera see the end result, the dad literally passed out. With that the curtain closed and we were told to stay for part 2, but in the meantime we could stretch or take a physical break.

I got up as did Hitomi and I got to see first hand the beads of sweat along her hair and lip lines. The visualization before us most definitely had an effect on her as well as me. I felt sweat sheen under my shirt that extended along my upper torso. I had the sense that a slow drip was going down my back. And my cock, holy crap my cock ached in my slacks. The confines were strangling me and I had to at least sympathize with the other males present. 

I had a plethora of questions and I razzed them out nonstop to a still emotional wife of my co-worker. 




Japanese Game Show



"My God Hitomi, is this kind of show even legal? Is this going out on the public airwaves for all your family and neighbors to see? Did you know what things would be going on here?" Finally taking a deep breath.

"Yes Kevin, this is ok to show in Japan, but not on national TV. Perhaps you also have local broadcasting in the states?"

All I could think of was local type closed circuit stuff that cities allow on a narrow waveband, like public access TV. But even at that the audience could number in the thousands depending on the density of the population where broadcast. It was unnerving to me none the same. 

Hitomi looked at me with her head tilted to the side and asked if I was ok.

"Sure, why do you ask?"

"You are quite red in the face and neck, you're sweating and your voice is cracking."

Thank goodness she made no reference to the cock tenting in my Dockers. I wanted her to get the attention off me, so I repeated the last of my questions about what they knew.

"Yes, Aiko is a big fan and watches every week. Kaito and I miss it sometimes but they repeat so we can keep up. They have been on TV for 5-6 years and we have seen since the beginning."

Well you learn something everyday. My house mates were a porn watching lot, something they certainly kept hidden from me up to now. The broader issue is that they really didn't have a problem with incest, again something I was clueless about. Except for the occasional nudity, nothing could have been farther than the known reality I had of this family.

I had many more questions, but before I could utter them, music started up and the headset guy wanted people back in their seats. Within moments the show was back on and the remaining 3 men, including Kaito were called onstage. Again a drawing was made and Kaito got the selection. The girls had also moved behind the partition wall and Aiko was now under B.

Kaito was given the same instructions as the first man, but for some reason he was blindfolded. I was puzzled, maybe I thought, because with two girl's clean shaven he could guess better, but on the same token if he felt them up, that attribute would be a dead giveaway. None the less, since Kaito had seen Aiko nude before, he had a 50/50 chance of selecting her I thought. 

And so it began as before, the drapes were pulled off and the tits and pussies put on display. Kaito got assistance from the host, guiding him to the first set of tits on A. For an added wrinkle, the hostess was rubbing his cock through his pants while he inspected, both with hands and tongue, the first girls tits. He went down the row, with Aiko at B, repeating the same process. Aiko did not hesitate and pushed her pert frame flush with the wall and looked as if she enjoyed the licking and sucking of her tender breasts. After that round he was asked for a decision, he declined. It finally dawned on me, even if you knew at this juncture, why stop?

So now with the help of the fondling hostess, Kaito went to his knees and started fingering and tonguing those sweet cunts. He did not spend a long time with A, but when he got to B, he worked his lips and tongue deeply and lovingly. I suspected he knew at this point, but this pussy was hot as reflected by the juices dripping down her legs and the sheen on Kaito's face. Aiko herself had her legs bent slightly and her body shuddered which to me said orgasm.

The longer Kaito spent with his daughter, the tighter and closer Hitomi held me. The heat her body was generating on my left side was intense and my cock with no place to go, was strangling to death. I had never been so aroused and in such agony at the same time. My sub conscious wanted to open my pants, drop Hitomi and tear her pants off and fuck. The conscious part would not allow it. How the rest of the audience was handling this I don't know, but with the constant stare and shallowness of breathing I heard they had to be closer to my state of mind.

Back on the stage, Kaito had finished with the pussy exams and stood upright again. Again no decision from him; which certainly did not surprise me. I did detect a slight grin on my friends face; he defiantly knew what he was doing. The hostess commanded the girls upright and to turn around, pushing their posteriors out the bottom opening. Helping Kaito drop his drawers while jacking him a little was our little cocktease hostess. Putting her mike down she guided him by the dick with one hand while her other hand cupped his ass toward the girl under A. Kaito made a few lunges since he was still blindfolded, and finally slid in. He rammed her for 10-15 strokes and went next to B, his adorable daughter. She too got only 10-15 strokes before daddy moved on. After making one full round, he again, was asked to make a decision. Again he could not and wanted to "recheck" some of the girls. I took that as he wanted to fuck some more.

He wanted D as she was the other bald pussy girl and now he did spent a little more time slamming into her. Checking her out, she was smaller in stature to Aiko with smaller boobs. Her expression was not one of pleasure but of discomfort as Kaito was not small. Suddenly Kaito withdrew and you could tell by his bobbing cock, he was worked up. He had the hostess guide him back to B and line him up. Without any warning or fanfare, he pummeled into his daughters cunt. He was going wild and even grabbed the middle hole (one used for tits) with both hands so he could slam harder. His hips thrust upward and with his curved dick, he was without a doubt drilling into Aiko's clit. Aiko on her side was delirious and was driving her ass back into the dick fucking her.

I had forgotten about Hitomi but now she let go of my arm to place both her hands over her mouth. I could not tell if she was delighted or disgusted by her family's actions, but her eyes were sparkling. I knew of nothing else to do, so I placed by hot and sore arm around her shoulders. Her reaction was to drop her head and face into the cradle of my shoulder.

The hostess had the mike to my friends face imploring him to announce that this is the one; Kaito made no sound other than his urgent grunts as his pace quicken to the speed of the Tasmanian devil making the whole partition shake. Most of the other girls had turned around to help hold the wall and stare at the wild eyed girl getting the fucking of a lifetime. When you knew this pace could not continue, Kaito roared and literally left his feet as he obviously started to erupt into Aiko's pussy. He thrust over and over and held his clenched ass cheeks for seconds at a time while he emptied his nuts.

The hostess was unglued, first shrieking if he had cum into the girl, was the girl his daughter and could she get pregnant. The last cry hit me in the gut hard since I never thought of that happening. Kaito finally admitted that B was in choice and as he withdrew a steady stream of cum bubbled from between Aiko's legs and pooled on the stage. Kaito's cock still was hard and boiling as droplets of cum still oozed out.

The audience had been freakishly quite up until now, but the hostess announced his decision and that it was his daughter, they erupted into cheers and applause. Even Hitomi, who had left me wondering her reaction, was overjoyed, jumping and hugging on me. God, I thought how this woman can be so ecstatic after witnessing not only the fucking of her daughter by her husband but also the possible insemination of same. 

Aiko was called out from behind the screen and now, oddly became shy. One hand covered her white coated cunt and her arm was stretched across her chest to cover her adorable creamy tits. The hostess announced that they had made a correct choice and their prize was an all exclusive trip to Hawaii. With that news, Aiko's shyness evaporated and she hugged her dad while jumping up and down. Kaito did the same all the while his semi hard cock bounced up and down to match his daughter's tits.

The ride home was one filled with joy; all three of them could not stop talking about their prize. Kaito and Hitomi had been there on their honeymoon over 20 years ago and longed to go back. Aiko had never been and was urging her mother to help her shop for the perfect bikini.

When we were home I had a nagging question answered as Aiko led me in her room and turned her TV on. She had recorded a previous episode of this game show and I now saw how they passed any censors. When the show aired out, the lower parts of the body, cunts and dicks were blurred out. It was still obvious what they were and the action that was taking place but the picture was not clear. In this episode I was watching a man had also blown a load into a girl and it was apparent even thru the blur what had happened.

EPILOG

The rustle of the ocean breeze wafted throughout the suite, the kamehameha suite to be exact, in the Royal Hawaiian hotel, the so called pink palace of Honolulu. I was in the bed on my back, peering out to the lanai and beyond at the great Pacific Ocean. My gaze was diverted as a long, beautiful mane of jet black hair came into view, attached to the face of sweet young Aiko. The sounds she made were of pure pleasure as she slid forward on the lounger out on the balcony. As I focused more on her charms, hands reached up and gripped her shoulders, the hands of Kaito, her father and lover. Her hair was caught by the ocean winds, tossing the strands everywhere as she moved up and down.Aiko turned to me and with a cute wink and sensual smile, continued on in the activity of climaxing with her dad.

I was glad to see this as I knew that soon I would also have the honor of imbedding my shaft into her love hole. But for now, the urge to come overwhelmed me as Hitomi riding reverse cowgirl on me, with her cunt and glorious thick bush, milked my rod to the max. Her pussy muscles drained every molecule of my load out, depositing it deep within her body. Her moans cascaded off of the beautiful red and yellow walls as she to had the richest of orgasms.

Our collective sighs abating, looking to the lanai to see the smiles of my friend Kaito and his beautiful daughter, looking directly at us. The meeting of east and west is a treasured thing.

Thinking about returning to LA, maybe I should set up a meeting with that Burnett guy, the one that does Survivor and toss out an idea for a game show.



Japanese Holiday Surprise



After a day of sightseeing on your long-awaited holiday to Japan, you and your wife return to your hotel room. You cannot wait to sink into the relaxing warmth of the beautiful tiled onsen bath outside your room in a small private courtyard. You both strip naked and recline at opposite sides of the bath, glad to rest. You chat about the tourist attractions and incredible scenery you saw during the day.

The hotel room is a traditional Japanese style and has no locks on the door, so it is not a surprise when the door slides open and two female staff members quietly enter. One unrolls the futon mat upon which you sleep. The other prepares a Japanese tea set. As you lean back again, you hear the door close as the women leave the room.

You relax for a few moments but then hear a slight noise and realise the staff member who set up the tea has not left. You try to see into the dimly lit room but it is dfficult to make out the shadowy figure.

"Is there something you need?" you call out, wondering if you need to sign something.

The figure does not speak, but moves outside to the onsen bath. It is now obvious she is not Japanese. You recognise her as she removes her straight black wig. There before you stands your secret lover, who you thought was at home awaiting your return from overseas so your illicit meetings could resume.

Your wife looks surprised and confused, which quickly turns to shock as your lover removes her kimono and stands naked beside the bath. Despite her confusion, your wife notices the firm stomach, hard nipples and freshly waxed pussy of the woman in front of her. Before your wife can speak, your lover joins you in the onsen bath.

"Who are you?! What are you doing?!" your wife indignantly protests.

Your lover snaps at your wife to shut up, then turns to you and says, with a feigned pout, "I missed you, mon amant. Want to play?"

The initial shock and fear you felt at the sight of your lover appearing in front of your wife, is suddenly gone as your powerful lust takes control. You grab your lover and kiss her passionately. Your wife is too stunned to move or speak as she watches your tongue thrusting into someone else's mouth. She gasps as she realises the rolling motion of your hips under the water is being driven by your fingers in your lover's cunt.

You lift your torso so your penis is out of the water. You are shaved, just the way your lover likes it. She glances smugly at your wife and then devours your smooth balls and erect penis, licking, sucking and kissing. You moan with pleasure. Your wife looks as if she will explode with rage as she finally realises why you have been shaving recently, even though you know she does not like it.

Moving up to your chest, your lover bites your nipples until you cry out in pleasure and pain. Your wife tries to protest again but this time it is you who tells her to shut up. This again shocks her into silence. She does not want to watch what is happening but cannot take her eyes off the devastating scene.

Your lover straddles your hard shaft, which slides easily into her very wet, hot, cunt. She fucks you slowly, riding your penis up and down, moaning with pleasure and squirming on your lap as she grinds down harder and deeper. She realises with wicked pleasure that she can now mark you, an act previously not allowed as it would alert your wife to your extra-marital activities. Your lover bites your neck, leaving purple marks and drawing some blood, which her tongue eagerly licks up. Now and then she slyly glances at your wife, who is unable to move from shock, a constant look of horror on her face.

Next your lover arches her back and pushes her chest towards you, her nipples extremely hard. You lean forward and lick them, gently at first, then you suck and bite until your lover squeals, a reaction you always enjoy. You are suddenly more aware than ever that your wife always complains if you bite her. Now she is watching you bite your lover's nipples and this drives you wild.

"Fuck me harder, you nasty slut!" you demand.

Your lover does as commanded, riding faster and harder, both of you hot, sweaty and crying out with the intensity of the fucking. As you finally explode, you make eye contact with your wife and hold her gaze as you spurt wave after wave of cum deep inside your panting lover.

After a few moments of recovery, your lover looks over at your wife and commands her to get out of the bath. Your wife does so, too dazed to think about the fact that she is taking orders from your lover. She shakily wraps herself in a towel and feels some relief that the awful show is over.

Your lover leads you out of the bath. She looks at your wife and smirks. "We haven't finished yet, you frigid bitch. Go inside. And take that towel off!"

Your wife has started to recover from her shock and looks at you, certain you will now support her.

"Do as you're told," you say, pushing your wife into the room, your lover following. "You belong to her tonight, my dear wife," you add in a moment of cruel enjoyment.

In the room, your lover whispers in your ear and then lies on the futon mat. You pick up the teapot and gently pour some of the liquid over your lover's body, from her breasts down to her smooth, waxed pussy. You get down on your knees and lick some of the fluid from her skin. It is not tea as you had assumed, but warm sake. You know your lover is aware that you do not like sake. You realise it is not intended for you. 

You command your wife to get down and lick. She hesitates and you command again, more sternly. At the same time your lover reaches up, grabbing your wife's nipples and pulling her down. She drops to the ground and reluctantly licks one of your lover's breasts, but then stops.

"Do it!" you order. Then you bend down, thrusting your tongue inside your lover's hot, dripping wet cunt, making her squirm and writhe on the mat. Pushing her hips up, you snake your tongue into her ass, licking up the sake that has made its way there. Your lover squirms against you, smothering your face with her juices.

Your wife, almost in tears, watches in disgust as she still reluctantly licks your lover's breasts. However, the sake begins to make her light-headed and she keeps licking, moving to your lover's stomach, lapping the warm alcohol. For a brief instant you pull her away and she thinks she is released from her lewd task. Instead you pour more sake down her throat and then push her back onto your lover's body.

You guide your wife's head to your lover's cunt, holding it so she cannot move away. Slowly your now drunk wife begins to lick around the waxed pussy. You pour some more sake onto your lover's smooth mound and push your wife's head so she is forced to lick your lover's clitoris. The sake works perfectly and within minutes your wife's tongue is deep inside your lover, tasting the mixture of sake and the cum you exploded earlier.

"Your wife gives a great tongue-fuck," your lover moans. "I bet the bitch has licked cunt before. No matter, she'll be getting a lot more experience in this position." 

You laugh and watch your inebriated wife give your lover multiple orgasms, your wife's face jammed up against your lover's cunt and your lover's fingers in your wife's hair to hold her in place. Your penis is rigid with desire and you begin to stroke it, wishing you were ramming it into one of the naked women on the floor in front of you, both of whom have felt your hard cock pounding inside them many times.

Before you can take any action, your lover commands your wife to take her place on the mat. Your wife does so, looking uncertain. 

"No, don't lie on your back, bitch," your lover tells your wife. "Lie on your stomach so I can make you a real slut." She pushes your wife onto her stomach, slapping her ass as she gets into position.

Your wife feels her legs being pulled apart. She wonders what is going to happen to her, knowing she should resist, wanting to say no, but too drunk to do anything. She feels something stroking her clitoris. It starts to quietly hum. She realises it is a vibrator, something she has never tried. She remembers you suggesting it and how she always refused and chastised you for suggesting such things. It occurs to her that you must have been using a vibrator on the woman who is now using one on her.

Suddenly your lover thrusts the vibrator deep inside your wife's cunt. Your wife yelps while your lover laughs.

"I so enjoy playing," your wife hears your lover say. Still wincing from the sharp pain, your wife hears your response and realises there is no escape.

"Play away, my little whore."

You stroke your throbbing cock as you excitedly watch your lover fucking your wife with the vibrator. When your lover thrusts too hard, your wife cries out, making you rub yourself harder. You almost lose control when your lover inserts a finger in your wife's ass, something your wife has never allowed you to try.

"No, don't do that!" your wife begs. "Not in there!"

"Stop complaining," your lover snaps. "You should get used to it. He loves fucking my ass. If you were a good wife you'd let him ram his cock wherever he wants to."

To validate her point, your lover slides her finger in and out of your wife's ass in a slow, deliberate fashion, then adds a second finger. Using both fingers, she rubs against the vibrator inside your wife's cunt. "You're mine, bitch, to use as I wish," she hisses maliciously.

Your lover stops thrusting the vibrator, but leaves it humming inside your wife's cunt. She also removes her fingers from your wife's ass. It is difficult for your wife to see much from her face-down position, but raising her head slightly she can see your lover lying down in front of her, legs spread.

"Fuck me, baby," your lover requests. "Show her how hard you fuck your whore."

You need no encouragement. You lie on top of your lover and thrust yourself deep inside her, the swift penetration making her squeal again. With your lover's legs wrapped around your hips, your wife has a close-up view of your rock-solid penis moving in and out of your lover's wet cunt as you violently fuck her. 

Knowing your wife is watching, with a vibrator jammed inside her, makes you so horny that you fuck your lover deeper and harder than you have ever fucked anyone. Your wife's eyes widen as both you and your lover cry out from the intensity. Your wife is not accustomed to making noise during sex. She can hear your bodies slapping together and the wetness of your lover's cunt. It is as if she can almost feel the intensity of your thrusts herself.

The vibrator in your wife is stimulating all the right places. She realises with shame that she is wet and about to orgasm, while watching the depraved scene of her husband fucking his lover. Your wife begins to sob but at the same time feels the orgasm exploding in her, wave after wave giving sordid pleasure. At the same moment, you and your lover both climax. The three of you all scream. 

Eventually your lover untangles her sweat-covered body from yours and licks your penis clean, as she always does. Another task your wife never performs for you. Your lover then makes one final demand of your wife, telling her to roll over. She hovers over your wife.

"I told you that you're mine tonight," your lover reminds your wife.

You watch, fascinated, as your lover kneels above your wife. After a few seconds, although it seems much longer, your lover begins to drip your combined juices in blobs onto your wife's face.

Your lover looks at you and smiles. "Just marking my property," she says. She then moves her pussy to your wife's mouth. "Lick me clean, slut," she demands. "Taste your husband's cum mixed with my cunt juices."

Your wife, exhausted, shell-shocked and still drunk, does as she is told, her tongue delving inside your lover's dripping cunt. To her surprise, she enjoys both the taste and the humiliation. She also realises that she is increasingly aroused by her situation, being between the thighs of her husband's mistress, licking his cum from her cunt.

"Oh God," your wife moans, "I really am a slut."

Later that night, after an excellent Japanese dinner, you fuck your wife's ass for the first time, while she licks your lover's pussy. You sleep very well that night, with a naked woman on either side of you. The last thing you wonder as you drift off is which one to fuck first when you wake up in the morning. Or maybe you will just watch as they fuck each other with fingers, tongues and vibrator. 

The best holiday of your life and one where the fun definitely will not end when you return home, now that you have two sluts to play with - and to play with each other. 



Japanese Mob Days



She lay on her back, her legs wide as his head dipped between them. She was holding herself up on her elbows watching him eat her pussy. It was an erotic sight, especially when he rolled his eyes up to look at her. His eyes locked with her passion filled eyes; the sight so exotic she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming, her eyes dark from passion. 

He hooked his arms under her legs and pulled her closer to his hungry mouth as he plunged his tongue deep into her center, her core. His tongue jabbed into her like a tiny cock. She whipped her head back and forth moaning loudly unable to contain herself. 

"Oh shit, Alastair," she screamed her head now falling back as she gave herself up to his pleasuring mouth.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue over the hard nub. He literally ground his teeth into her pussy as he suckled on it. He did it so it was on this side of pain; she was that kind of slut liking it rough with a little bit of pain. He whipped his tongue back and forth against her clit causing her legs to shake uncontrollably. 

Her legs closed around his head and her hands were on his head pressing him deeper into her hot center. Her hips were bucking against his mouth, her juices smearing all over his face as he tried to keep up the frantic rhythm. She lifted herself so high her back no longer touch the bed as she pushed him deeper and deeper into her wet cunt.

"Fuck, baby, fuck, I'm so close," she yelled as she wrapped her legs around his shoulders and continued thrusting up against his talented tongue. 

Alastair put his whole mouth over her pussy and sucked. He thrust his tongue in and out as he kept sucking and shoving his tongue into her like a piston. Her nails were scratching his scalp as she pushed him deeper. His face was slick with her juices as she fucked his mouth and tongue. Suddenly, she screamed and started to spasm. He quickly jumped up and forced her legs open as he drove his hard, small, cock into her pussy. 

He wasn't very big, barely more than 4 inches, but after giving her head and while she came he could stick his cock into her and feel her muscles gripping and milking his tiny cock for all that it was worth. At that moment he had a monster of a cock and her pussy loved his dick. It would jerk it with fast strokes as her body shook with her orgasm. In a few seconds he was spilling his hot seed deep into her and moaning with his own release. 

Finally he rolled off her and she flipped her long brown hair over her shoulders smiling at him. She kissed him tasting her own juices, her tongue dancing with his in a teasing tango of eroticism. She pulled back and slid on her A-line black skirt. On the left side it had huge red buttons that went all the way to her hip. Currently all the buttons except for three were unbuttoned showing a generous amount of leg.

"Come on, Kristal baby, you aren't getting dressed are ya," he asked. 

Kristal smiled seductively having put on her red pumps that had black bows in the back. Her caramel breasts jiggled as she stood straight staring at Alastair. He was quite sexy. His olive skin glistened with sweat. He had black hair with red streaks in them, which continually fell in his eyes. His Japanese accent made him even sexier to her.

"I have to go. I haven't finished writing this juicy story I'm writing on."

"You'll come visit me at – ", Alistair started.

"Ah-unh. I don't know what illegal things you do and don't wanna know. We keep our relationship purely sex. Great, mind blowing sex." Kristal bent over and kissed him again. "You should get dress and you smell like pussy."

Kristal finished dressing finding the red v-neck shirt that was sleeveless except for 2 small inch straps that covered her forearms. The rest of the shirt fell just below her belly button. She loved the fashion that the Japanese thought of and it was one of the reasons she hadn't left Tokyo. 

Kristal walked out of the 2 story home. She rummaged through her purse finding her I-Pod and placed the ear phones in her ears. The bass of Jay-Z thumped through her as she quickly made her way across the street. Her caramel thigh could be glimpse as her skirt caught on the wind. One thing about Japan was that either you were very conservative or you were weird. Kristal fell in the American category; she was too conservative for weird and too sexy for conservative. 

Kristal made her way to the train station and hopped on the bullet train. She stared at the map. She couldn't read kanji, but she could speak Japanese. She could either ask someone to read what a sign said or she could memorize routes. Kristal chose the latter not liking to be dependent on other people. 

At the stop Kristal got out and went into a huge office building after a small walk. She walked into the lobby; she didn't have to flash her badge. There weren't that many black Americans away from the military bases. She went to the elevator and punched for up. The artist changed to Young Brother and Kristal couldn't help swaying to the music, her hips moving side to side. 

The elevator doors opened and Kristal swayed inside and turned to stare at the doors; her floor already highlighted. Every so often the door would open and people would get out, but Kristal never stopped moving. She could see that the elevator was full of men except for her. Kristal dipped low in her skirt shaking her bum before standing back up still swinging her hips. She put her hands on the golden doors, arched her back, and pumped her bum in the air. She slapped her bum before bending over, her ass in the air. She flipped her hair back and straightened forward. 

The door ding and she walked out on her floor. A few guys walked out with her, but she ignored them. If she didn't do something outrageous they would think something was wrong. Besides she was American; that seemed to explain everything away no matter what she did. 

Kristal stopped her I-Pod and put it away in her purse. Everyone spoke Japanese around her and Kristal listened to snippets of conversation. Even though she knew Japanese she preferred to speak English. It helped when people forgot she spoke Japanese and would say things they would otherwise keep to themselves. She found tons of secrets out this way. 

But Kristal wasn't a tabloid reporter. No, Kristal wrote for the Japan's Inquisitive Mind. She was their sex expert. She didn't have a degree in psychology; she wasn't a therapist, but rather a very horny girl who got a sweet job. She would find trends in sex, or answer sex questions, or would find interesting things in Japan's sex world and report them in extreme detail. Also she got to write her own sexual stories and they could be as explicit as she wanted. She was trying to find Japan's breaking point, but even with 2 gay guys, a she-male, 1 female, and a bunch of farm animals, all sexually involve and Japan's citizens were still begging for more. She loved it. The other reason she hadn't left. 

Kristal walked to her boss's, Nikagura, door and knocked on it. She opened it without waiting for his response to see his wife, Maki, sitting across from him angrily. Kristal closed the door behind her and stared at her boss and his wife. 

Maki turned to Kristal and narrowed her eyes, "What would you do if your husband doesn't make love to you anymore," she asked in Japanese.

Kristal responded in Maki's native tongue. "I would cheat on him, especially if he knew the problem. I would cheat with a female though. Most men don't get mad when they find out their wives are fucking other females."

Maki nodded and stared at Nikagura. Nikagura stared at Kristal like she had lost her mind. Kristal walked over to Maki and knelt in front of her. Maki's eyes opened wide. Kristal put her hands on top of hers. 

"If you need someone who can keep a secret I can," Kristal whispered to her, but she knew Nikagura could hear her. Kristal rose to kiss her, but Maki turned scared. Kristal smiled and turned her head back. She stared the woman in the eyes before backing up and giving the woman room.

Maki immediately stood up and stared at her husband. "I have to think on it."

"Oh and toys. If you don't want to cheat on your husband we can go to a sex shop. Or we can do both. Toys and sex."

Maki blushed and nodded quickly before leaving the office. 

"Kristal," Nikagura said in English, "I should fire you. How dare you tell my wife that?"

Kristal shrugged. "She asked and you need to fuck her tonight." Kristal walked over to Nikagura and straddled him. She started rubbing against him. Kristal didn't fuck her way to her position. She wasn't even fucking her way to the top. She's turned down promotions, because she liked where she was. Nikagura was just one of the few who had a great big dick and knew how to fuck. 

Nikagura squeezed her ass and she could feel him harden. She made a mental note to stop staying late for quick fucks. His wife was suffering and she couldn't stand that. "She's not you," he said.

"Uh-oh. You're catching feelings. I'm going to have to end this," Kristal replied while she stood up and backed away from him. 

Nikagura looked furious, but Kristal held a hand up stopping his protests. She put a story down on his desk. "I haven't finished a good one, but this should hold everyone over." She wasn't worried about getting fired. She brought in a good bit of money for the paper.

Nikagura waved her away looking upset. Kristal walked out. Today was Friday and though some people worked on Saturday she never did. She checked her phone for any messages from her assistant. Kristal would be stuck in the office from 7am to 6pm if it wasn't for that woman. The woman would call her with meetings or things the paper wanted her to check out; consequently Kristal came into the office an average of 3 hours a week, if that. The paper was starting to complain that the only way to get in touch with Kristal was through her assistant.

No messages. Kristal called her assistant who apologized for not being in when Kristal was in the building. She took a late lunch. Kristal told her she was going home for the day and that she should go ahead and take off early too. The woman worked more hours than anyone she had ever seen.

As soon as Kristal hung up the phone two police officers walked up to her with stern looks on their faces. Kristal picture didn't appear in the paper, because she didn't want any sex crazed stalkers, so she didn't think it had anything to do with her job. 

"Kristal Ealy?"

"Yes?"

"Come with us." They grabbed her arms and started escorting her to the squad car. The white and black car looked scary to her.

"Am I under arrest?"

They just shoved her into the back and wouldn't answer any more of her questions. When she finally arrived to the police station Kristal asked if she could make her one phone call.

"You're not under arrest. We just want to ask you questions."

"So I can use your phone?"

The officer pointed to a phone and Kristal went to it and punched in a number. After a few prompts she finally could speak to a person. "Yes, I would like to suspend my phone account. I think I lost it." After answering some identification questions Kristal felt her phone vibrate in her purse. The officer looked at her, but she merely shrugged. 

He then led her to one of those interrogation rooms that you see in the movies. Two chairs, a huge window, but you know people are on the other side. Kristal sat down and no sooner had her butt hit the chair than two men walked in. They both sat opposite of Kristal.

"Tell us what you know of Alastair."

And that's how the questioning began. Alastair must have gotten sloppy and the cops were on to him. Worse, they must have noticed him spending a lot of time with Kristal, because now she was suspect number 2. Kristal was so pissed at Alastair. The police tried to tell her what he did, but Kristal would shake her head not listening. She didn't want to know. 

After hours of explaining that her and Alastair's relationship was purely sex; that he didn't tell her how he made money and she never once asked. They thought it was strange, but Kristal explained she liked her independence and didn't want to be tied down. She really didn't know anything. Finally they let her go.

Kristal exited the police headquarters feeling stiff and exhausted. She still had to get back to her house. Getting home was a blur to Kristal; she vaguely remembered getting on the bullet train and hailing a taxi to get home, but home she was. Locking the house door behind her Kristal sighed as she padded to her bedroom to take a shower. 

Kristal was one of the few people that had a two story, modern looking on the outside, but old fashioned Japanese style house in the inside. All the doors inside slid like typical Japanese fashion, except for the bathroom where it was more modernized and had an oak door and lock. 

Kristal turned on the shower and undressed in the bathroom. She stepped into the stall and grabbed a washcloth and started lathering up. The cloth was soft on her skin as she wiped away the grime and guilt from the police station. She hadn't done anything, but the police made her feel dirty anyways. Kristal dropped the washcloth and reached for her shower head and pulled it off the hook. She started rinsing the soap away careful of her hair; if she got her hair wet she would have to spend a good 30 minutes getting it under control. 

Kristal was rinsing the soap from between her legs when the water hit her clit and Kristal moaned. She reached down and turned the dial of the showerhead so that the water now pulsed. She leaned back against the wall, one leg on the ledge of the tub, as she let the water pulse on her clit. 

She let her head fall back as her hips moved against the water; her other hand snaked down to her cunt and she pushed a finger into her pussy. It felt so good. Her nipples instantly hardened as she began thrusting her finger into her wet, hot center. She added another finger for more friction, moaning louder and louder. Kristal sank to the edge of the tub, her legs splayed wide, and the showerhead firmly between her legs. She added another finger pushing faster into her pussy. 

She eased her fingers out and turned the head back to a constant rush of water and then stuck her 4 fingers back into her cunt. She pumped her fingers as the water constantly pound her clit bringing her closer to her orgasm. Kristal's fingers were a blur in her pussy as she brought herself to a booming orgasm. Her muscles stiffened, she sucked in a lungful of air, and as her body jerked and shook she screamed her release.

Panting Kristal managed to hang the showerhead back up and rinse off. She toweled off and put on a kimono robe. It was a beautiful lilac colored robe with gray chrysanthemums that tied at the side. The sleeves were so huge and the bow in the back completed the look of a real kimono. Hungry, she decided to go downstairs, get something to eat, and then go to bed. As she passed the dining room to her kitchen she saw two men sitting there. 

After her initial shock Kristal walked into her dining room and sat down. The scene eerily similar to the police station, the two men both wore black suits, black ties, and a white shirt. One was shorter than the other evident even while sitting, his hair was shaggy, and his eyes kept darting everyway. The other was taller, his bangs hung off his head, and he looked like he couldn't be more bored. "How long have you two been here?"

"Long enough to know you like a good hot shower," the little one replied with a sickening, leering smile. The other one just glanced over her with slight interest before going back to a bored look. 

"So what did you tell the cops,"

Whoever Alastair works for these are their boys. Fuck! "I told them nothing, because I know nothing. Alastair and I only fuck. That's it. I don't ask about his job and he doesn't ask about mine. That's how it works."

"Just fucking," the little one, the spokesman for the two, asked. 

"Yes."

"I heard he had a little dick."

Kristal wasn't embarrassed. "He does, but unlike most men he knows how to fuck. In his case size really doesn't matter. Plus the man knows how to eat like a pro. He can bring me to multiple orgasms alone just from eating my pussy."

"You talk dirty," the taller of the two noted. 

Kristal nodded, "Men do it and it's supposed to be okay. If a woman does it, it's disgusting. Fuck that. I don't like double standards and Japan has that to a T."

"We want you to keep tabs on Alastair," the little one said. Kristal shook her head. "Look you will do this or we'll hurt you."

"And how do you suppose I do that? Ask questions?"

"That could work."

"No it wouldn't. Do you not listen? Alastair has asked me dozens of times to meet him somewhere, but I cut him off before he could tell me where. He would start to tell me about a rough day, but I cut him off. I was the one that didn't want to know. Now, if I show interest he'll get suspicious. Especially now that I've been contacted by the police, he'll know something's up."

"How can he know you were in jail? We erased any record of you being in there."

"I suspended my phone." The taller one smiled looking impressed, but the smaller one only looked confused. "I knew Alastair was doing something that wasn't quite legal. He calls all the time sometimes I answer, sometimes I don't. I told him that if he ever calls and my phone is suspended the cops picked me up. My phone is my life saver and I don't go anywhere without it. I didn't want to know what he did, but I'm not stupid."

"You better figure out some way to keep tabs on him," the little one yelled at her. 

"It won't work," the taller one said simply.

"Thank you. That's what I'm trying to tell your stupid friend." The little one's eyes lit up with menace. "Look, hire a stripper, hooker, anything and they can keep tabs on him. I mean he's dying for someone to talk to... err I mean for some companionship." 

"You're not good companionship," the tall one asked. 

"I just prefer to not know and I prefer not to have a relationship right now. Guys are clingy and they want too much of your time and demand things. That I can do without." 

"What about you? It's either we kill you or you go to Alastair and we can keep tabs on the two of you," the little said.

"Holy shit, you really don't listen do you."

The little one reached into his pocket. Kristal freaked and hooked her feet around the legs of his chair. She pulled up and he fell backward. Kristal jumped out her chair and dove over the table to kick the shit out of the little one, knock him out, and then deal with the big one. She wasn't going to get shot in the back. 

She landed on the little one and glanced at the taller one who was still sitting and was looking amused. Fine, as long as he doesn't pull out a gun or anything I can deal with him later. Kristal rolled the small one off the chair and onto his back. She kicked him, but it seemed he hit his head on the way down and was a little dazed. Kristal had bought red oak chairs that had little bars connecting the legs. At the time she bought them, because they were cute, now she was going to use it to strangle the little one. 

She saw it in a movie and thought it had to work. She put the chair on his neck and at first it seemed to work he was struggling and was turning a nice shade of red. Unfortunately, he was strong and just pushed the chair off. Kristal started to tumble backwards when warms hands caught her. She looked back and saw her head was inches from hitting the table. She stared up into the tall's ones eyes.

"Can't kill you, I've decided you want a boyfriend," the tall one said.

"What," Kristal and the small one said in unison.

"She can't get close to Alastair without him getting suspicious; we need to keep her close unless she's lying. It seems the best thing is for one of us to move in and watch her."




Japanese Mob Days



"How will you control her," the small one asked. Kristal eyes lit up with fire, but the tall one merely ignored her.

"I will make her fall in love with me." Kristal snorted. "And if that didn't work I'll kill her." That caught Kristal's attention. 

The small one nodded, stood up, and with a small nod, walked out the door. Kristal stared at the tall one. She was suddenly very afraid. She backed up into her back hit the wall as he merely stared at her.

"I'm Hirosha Nakatomi." Kristal stared at him mutely. It seemed stupid to tell him her name since he already knew it. "Stop sleeping around. When you want some you'll get it from me."

Kristal sputtered. "You can't tell me who I ..." but the words died in her throat. Suddenly Hiro's eyes went dark and they narrowed into slits. Kristal wasn't one to be bullied, but this tactic work as he looked very deadly. "Okay."

He went into her kitchen. Kristal was still staring into space wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into. Alastair was great in bed, but was her life worth it? What kind of an idiot was she? And now she had some mob's hit man thinking he'll make her fall in love with him. How absurd? And what happens if she does? He'll walk out and leave her desperate? She rather die which seemed to be her other option. Kristal sighed as she smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen. 

Kristal walked in and she sucked in a deep breath. Hiro was sexy. He was taller than her 5 foot 6 frame, tall for most Japanese and he was broad. His shoulders were wide and she could see the outline of his muscles in his shirt which he rolled up to fit snugly against his biceps. His hair still fell into his eyes and he ignored it as he made some sort of soup; miso from the smell of it. 

Kristal jumped up and sat on the counter. "I can't cook." Hiro looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "That's why there's hardly any food in my fridge. I can't cook for shit. Luckily, I make enough to eat out." Hiro started walking to her and in a panic Kristal started speaking faster. "I thought it'll help with this act until you guys feel you can trust me and know I don't know anything. I swear."

Hiro splayed his hands against Kristal's thighs. She sat stock still and Hiro backed up. "You're afraid of me."

"Duh, you're scaring me. You're giving off all kind of scary vibes."

"I don't want you to be afraid of me." Hiro hung his head.

Okay so she was trying to play along, but he was too sexy to not play with a little bit of fire. Obviously she hadn't learned her lesson from being singe before. She took her hand and lifted his bangs out of his eyes and smiled as his eyes caught with hers. "I like it. It's a thrill. Like rough sex."

"Dominance."

"Hmmm."

"You're a very dominating woman. You probably fantasize about a dominating man, but knowing you the little I do, it's probably just dominance during sex."

Kristal blushed. No one got her so well. He was very observant. "How quickly do you think your soup will be done.?"

Hiro looked back. "Another 10 minutes."

"That's gives up plenty of time." Kristal smiled evilly. Hiro narrowed his eyes at her. So the narrowing is a reflex of suspicion. Interesting. "For a quickie. Best way to get to know another person." Kristal scooted so that her bum barely hung onto the counter. "Oh and I only sleeping with you goes for you as well."

"I never thought it didn't," Hirosha stated before he clamped his lips to Kristal. The man kissed like he looked. The kiss was fierce, hungry, and deadly. Kristal just knew she was going to die from it. She grew pliant in his arms and just regaled in his kiss. She had never been kissed like that before. 

Hiro backed away and stared at her. His hands untied her robe and he lifted it off her shoulders. He bent to place those talented lips on her breast, but she stopped him. She scooted back a bit, sat Indian style, and crossed her arms. She stared pointedly at his clothes. Hiro tossed his head his hair clearing out of his eyes. He pulled roughly at his tie and pulled it from over his head. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled that and an undershirt off before he pulled his pants from his waist. He even kicked off his socks. 

In the buff Kristal could only stare. The man was magnificent. Alastair was sexy in a sinewy lean way. Hiro was sexy in a muscular, lean way. The man didn't look like a body builder, but looking at all those muscles you knew his punches would hurt. Kristal could already feel herself getting wet and she felt shameless. She didn't even know this guy and this was much different than a one night stand. What the hell was she doing?

"Less than 8 minutes," Hiro said.

What's one good fuck? Kristal uncrossed her legs and arms. "Just fuck me fast and hard." Hiro complied. He didn't even try foreplay or seeing if she was wet enough for him. He just scooted her back to the edge of the counter and slammed his meat into her. Kristal was wet, but she didn't realize how big he was. She wasn't that wet. It wasn't painful actually she found she liked the sharp sting and she opened her legs wider. 

Hiro withdrew with a sharp grimaced. She was tight, almost too tight. He plunged back in and watched her face which was screwed up in pleasure. She threw her head back, her hands on his shoulder as she brought her own hips up. He continued to drive into her with a furious pace. His balls slapped her ass and he could hear the thwap in the air. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around him and forced him deeper and deeper into her. 

He could see she was close; at the edge, but wasn't able to dive off. He wrapped her long mane in his hands and pulled her head back and kissed her. His kiss was so potent, so deep, dizzying, that she felt her muscles clamp around his cock tightly, squeezing him harder and harder. She could feel the biggest orgasm of her life coming. She tried to move, but he wouldn't let her. He was literally fucking her and she wasn't allowed to move. He was dominating her and she loved it. He pulled on her hair once more and Kristal felt that electric tingle zip through her and settle into her pussy and then explode.

Fuck. She was getting tighter and tighter on his dick. He didn't think he was going to be able to thrust one more time and last or he would shame himself like a teenage boy with his first girl. She was so good, she felt so good. Suddenly her body was jerking and shaking and her pussy was milking him. He never felt anything like it. Her pussy literally wrapped around his cock and jerked his shaft up and down while her soft body shuddered under him. Hiro gave himself up to the feelings and could feel his balls pull into his body. With one last thrust he spilled himself into her hot sheath. Sweating, Hiro put his head on her shoulder trying to calm down. He felt himself get smaller and fall from her. 

Kristal didn't know what to do. At this point she usually got up and got dressed, but they were supposed to be dating. What does one do? Hiro looked up and saw Kristal's face. She looked confused and Hiro wondered if he had inadvertently raped her. He didn't like that. He quickly backed up and she jumped down just as fast. She grabbed a kitchen towel and cleaned herself off. She left the kitchen and then came back without the towel. Hiro had put on his pants and poured some of the soup for him and her. They sat at the table across from each other and for a small moment neither spoke.

"So that was good," Kristal said at last

Hiro nodded. 

"I'm sorry I got weird at the end. I didn't know what to do. Do couples cuddle? Or do they laugh?" Kristal giggled feeling self conscious. 

Hiro glanced up. "You didn't feel like I took advantage of you?"

Kristal snorted. "Yeah, right." She saw he was serious. "You're a weird hit man. No, I didn't feel you took advantage of me. I felt kind of like a slut, because I don't know you. But I liked it; the sex. A lot."

Hiro smiled. "You're not a slut. Just a woman who has a greedy pussy."

Kristal smiled. She liked that. It sounded erotic. This might just work. How bad could it be? Right? Right?



Japanese Neighbor



I decided to pick up some extra cash during the summer after finishing my first year of college by doing yard work around the neighborhood. One day I stopped by a neighbors house to ask if they needed any work done. A petite Japanese woman answered the door and after negotiating a price, I agreed to cut her lawn every week. I went back on a Sunday afternoon and proceeded to mow her lawn. It was very hot and so I took my shirt off while I trimmed the yard. After I finished, I rang the bell to get paid. Eriko, the Japanese woman who it turned out lived there alone, saw how sweaty I was and invited me in for some lemonade.

We sat down at the kitchen table while sipping the cold drink. In the course of the conversation, she asked me how old I was. I told her I was 19.  Then she asked me if I had a girlfriend. When I told her I didn't, she seemed surprised and said that since I was so good looking, she thought the girls would be chasing after me. I assured her that was not the case. 

When I said that, she got up and walked over to me and bent over and started kissing me and said "How could they resist?" 

She was wearing a robe and it gaped open when she bent over and I saw she wasn't wearing anything under it. I returned her kiss and boldly put my hand between her legs and discovered she was already so wet, it was running down her leg. She was panting so hard I thought she might pass out from hyperventilating.

I stood up and picked her up and asked her were the bedroom was but she was moaning and panting so hard she sounded like she had just run a marathon, so she just pointed. I carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed and quickly got undressed and got on top of her. I did not have a lot of experience but when I started to put my cock in her I realized she was very small although fortunately she was very wet. I could only get about half way in before I pounded against her cervix. She had just one orgasm after another. At one point, I asked her how old she was and was surprised when she told me she was 38, the same age as my mother although she looked much younger. 

She said "Does it turn you off to fuck someone your mothers age?" 

I said, "On the contrary, it really turns me on." 

Eriko said "It really gets me excited to be fucked by someone as good looking as you, who has a big cock and is young enough to be my son."

I started going over to her house almost every night and as I got to know her better I found that she like rough sex and she also had a rape fantasy. I got very bold with her and would just grab her and pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. It was easy to manhandle her since she was only 5' 1" and weighed about a hundred pounds. Sometimes she would act like she didn't want to have sex and would try to hold her legs together, but she wasn't strong enough and I would just pin her arms above her head with one hand and use my knee and other hand to force her legs apart. She would get so excited by this that I could see her pussy contracting and forcing her juices out as they ran down her ass and formed a big wet spot on the bed, even before I touched her. At one point, she told me I could do anything I wanted to her in bed. The best way to describe her in bed was submissive but far from passive. She also loved to suck cock. She told me I could cum in her mouth if I wanted to. Actually, I preferred to put my cock in her tight pussy, but she loved to suck my cock so much, I would literally have to pull her off it so I could fuck her. 

Since she liked rough sex, she also liked to be punished. I would usually try to find some reason to punish her. 

One time I said "If you had a son my age would you want to fuck him?" 

She responded right away by saying "If he had muscles and a big cock like you, I couldn't resist fucking him." 

I told her she was a bad girl for thinking like that and had to be punished. I turned her over my knee and paddled her little Japanese ass. She was so turned on by this, her pussy juice was running down my leg. I started calling her"Mommy" which turned her on even more. 

She would tell me "You are such a bad boy for raping your Mommy like this." 

Sometimes when I would carry her into the bedroom, she would say "Please don't rape me." 

I told her "I can do what ever I want to you because you'r not strong enough to stop me." 

She just loved to feel that she was helpless when I would roughly fuck her.

One night, since I knew it turned her on to be held down in bed, I brought some rope with me and when I got her in bed, I tied her arms and legs to the bedposts so that she was spread eagle and helpless. This obviously turned her on as she moaned and squirmed around. I had not eaten her before and I thought she would go wild if she couldn't move. I put my head between her legs and forced two fingers in her pussy and started licking her clitoris. I had never eaten pussy before and was surprised to find her juice tasted just as sweet as sugar. She made so much noise, I was afraid the neighbors would think she was being raped and call the police. Fortunately, this was southern California, and neighbors pretty much mind their own business. 

Afterward, she said "I was never so excited in my life. I was afraid I might have a heart attack." 

We continued our affair throughout the summer until I had to go away to college. She cried when I left and made me promise to keep in touch with emails, which I did. We really exchanged some hot emails which kept the relationship going. When spring break rolled around, I told her I would have a surprise for her next time I saw her. As soon as I got back, I went over to her house. She greeted me at the door wearing a sexy micro mini skirt outfit instead of her usual robe. Instead of picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom as I usually did, I led her over to the couch and sat down. I asked her if she had ever smoked grass, and she said she had not. I told her she was really in for a treat because that is what we are going to do. As I fired up a joint, and since she didn't smoke, I instructed her to take a puff and hold her breath as long as she could and exhale through her nose. After a couple of attempts, she got the hang of it. I told her that, to me, it was a real aphrodisiac, not that she needed it, but that it would increase all her sensations. When we finished the joint and were both high, I started kissing her and put my hand between her legs. Her panties were already soaking wet in anticipation of what was to come. I pulled them off and then picked her up by placing my finger in her pussy and other my arm around he waist. As I carried her into the bedroom, I could feel her pussy spasm on my finger as she moaned with an orgasm. She told me her orgasm was so much more intense after smoking the joint. The pot seemed to loosen her up a little and while I was fucking her she told me how I fulfilled most of her fantasies. 

She said "All Japanese women have a fantasy of being fucked by a big muscular well built, well hung American man. My rape fantasy was fulfilled when you just pick me up and carry me to bed and force my legs apart and just roughly fuck me. The idea of having sex with someone young enough to be my son was another fantasy that was fulfilled." 

I reminded her she said almost all of her fantasies were fulfilled. I asked her what other fantasies she had. 

She replied that "The only other fantasy is to have a threesome." 

My ears perked up at this and I said "You mean with another woman?" 

She said "No, I don't like women, I mean with 2 men." 

After I though about it for a minute, I told her that could be arranged. I was thinking about my best friend Mark, who was a good looking guy as well as a body builder like me, and would be finished with high school this summer. I had told Mark all about Eriko and I knew he would be eager to participate. I then described Mark to Eriko and told her I was sure he would want to join in. I could feel Eriko get even more wet as I described Mark to her and even without her saying, I was sure she would be an eager participant in the threesome this summer. 

After I went back to school, we continued to exchange emails, and for Eriko the most common subject was the upcoming threesome. She said she would get soaking wet just writing me an email about the subject. I didn't go into details with her on purpose so I am sure she was really turned on with anticipation as to just what we would do to her next summer. 

Finally, summer vacation rolled around and as soon as I got home I contacted Mark about the plan. To say he was enthusiastic was an understatement since I had already told him in detail about my adventures with Eriko. I explained that the game plan would be for us to go to Eriko's house and sit down with her between us and share a joint. I told him I wanted him to sit to her right because he was right handed and when he leaned toward her his hand would be free. I told him that when we finished the joint I wanted him to make a move on her and start kissing her and then to put his hand between her legs and start playing with her. I told him he should undress her and then carry her into the bedroom. I said that I was sure she would start sucking his cock, but if she didn't, to just push her head down and she would get the idea. Play with her pussy for a couple of minutes while she sucks you cock and the say loud enough to hear "You are a good little Japanese cocksucker". I told him not to worry that she would be offended because she likes to hear that. I told him after he says that, it will be my clue to come in.

Finally, the time rolled around and we went over to her house. She greeted us at the door looking very sexy wearing a miniskirt that showed off her slender legs. 

Mark was obviously impressed as his jaw dropped open and he said "Jim told me you were good looking, but I had no idea you would look this sexy." 

Eriko smiled and said "The feeling is mutual since Jims description of you did not do you justice."

We all sat down on the couch as I had planned and after some get acquainted small talk between Mark and Eriko, I fired up a joint and we proceeded to get high. When we finished it, according to plan, Mark moved right in and started kissing Eriko. She responded enthusiastically and to my surprise reached down and started playing with his cock right through his pants. She was never that bold with me so I realized how turned on she was with the anticipation of what was going to happen. Mark immediately put his hand between her legs and inside her panties and started playing with her. She started really moaning and thrashing around. Mark looked at me and I nodded for him to go ahead and undress her which he proceeded to do. In the meantime, I saw that Eriko already had opened Marks pants and pulled his cock out. I could see that her little fingers couldn't even go all the way around his cock. It was not very long but very thick and I thought that Eriko would really like that but I wondered if he would be able to get it in her. After getting her clothes off Mark picked her up like she was a little child and carried her into the bedroom. Eriko was so into Mark, she didn't even look at me. 

I quickly got undressed and after a few minutes, I heard Mark say "You really are a good little Japanese cocksucker." 

That was my cue to come in the bedroom. I acted upset and said "I didn't tell you that you could suck his cock!" 

Eriko looked shocked and immediately stopped and tried to suck my cock. As I pushed her away, I winked at Mark to let him know this was part of the game. I told Eriko she was a bad girl and shouldn't be so quick to suck a strange cock. I told her she had to be punished and as I sat down on the edge of the bed, I roughly grabbed her and threw her across my knees. 

She said "Please don't spank me, I'll be good, I promise." 

I said "Bad mommies have to get punished." I proceeded to paddle her ass as she moaned and squirmed around. 

I said to Mark, "Check her to see how she likes being punished." 

Mark then forced two of his thick finders in her and as he slid them in and out of her he said "My god, she is so tight, I don't see how my cock could fit in." 

When he said that, Eriko just exploded with a screaming thrashing orgasm. Her pussy contracted and forced a stream of juice out of her and down my leg. She then just collapsed across my legs. I wasn't sure if she passed out or not. After a few minutes she started to try to get up so I told Mark to lift her on top of him and see if he could get in her. Mark picked her up off my legs like a little doll and laid down on his back and put her on top of him. She was making some feeble attempts to get his cock in her without much success. Mark finally got impatient and just lifted he up and impaled her on his prick. She screamed when he did that and then started to shake and shudder which I knew from experience was another one of her mind blowing orgasms.

We continued to abuse her for a couple of hours and left her seemingly semi conscious on the bed. I covered her up before we left and wondered how she would feel the next day. I woke up around noon and looked out my window and saw that she had not gone to work as her car was still in the carport. I was a little worried that she might be upset and accuse us of raping her since I am sure some rapes have occurred that were more gentle than we were with Eriko. I got dressed and went over to her place. It took her a few minutes to answer the door and when she did, she really looked wasted. 

I went in and talked with her and she said "My whole body was stiff and sore, but my pussy was so sore and swollen, I couldn't sit down and had to put an ice pack on it." 

I asked her what she thought of Mike and she said "His cock is so thick I thought he was going to split me in half." 

I asked her if the threesome was too much for her and that maybe she would not want to do that again. She said "Please Jim, I loved it. I just need a few days to recover and then I want you both to come over again." 

I said with a grin "All right Eriko, but remember you asked for it and we'll be happy to give it to you."

We continued to "abuse" Eriko, that's the only word I can think of to describe it, for the rest of the summer. As I was getting ready to go back to college and Mark was getting ready start college, I got a surprise call from Eriko. 

She seemed a little hesitant at first but then she said "I got a call from Mark and he said he would like to see me alone." 

I was a little irritated at this since we had an agreement that he would only see her with me. She said he told her he felt inhibited with me there and couldn't really talk to her like he wanted to. I asked her if she wanted to see him alone and she hesitated a couple of seconds, which indicated she did, and then said that she wouldn't if it would upset me. 

I asked her how he proposed they get together and she said "He told me to tell you that I wasn't feeling well so you would stay home." 

I asked her what she told him and she said she put him off and told him she had a call on another line she had to take and that she would call him right back. I thought for a second and told her I really appreciated her loyalty to me and that the deal would be she could see him alone but I would arrive before him and hide in her closet which had louvered doors so I could see and hear everything. I could tell that this idea turned her on because she was somewhat of an exhibitionist and the idea of me secretly listening and watching her get laid turned her on. I also told her I wasn't going to stand in the closet all night and to make up some excuse to get rid of him after an hour or so. She called me back and told me what time he would be there so I arrived a half an hour early and waited for Mark to arrive.

As soon as I heard the doorbell, I went into her bedroom and sat down on a stool I had placed in her closet. I figured I may as well be comfortable while I watched the show. I heard them talking in the living room but couldn't make out any words and then I smelled the pot and realized the show would start soon. After about 10 minutes Mark came into the bedroom carrying Eriko like you would carry a bride across the threshold. She had her arms around his neck and was kissing him. They were both naked. Mark laid down on the bed with Eriko on top of him and she slid down to his cock and took it in both hands and opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate him. After a couple of minutes he pulled her off him and said her teeth were scraping him. 

Eriko said she "I'm sorry but your so thick I can't get my mouth open wide enough." 

Mark told her he would rather fuck her anyway and told her to get on top. He grabbed her by the hips and picked her up and just impaled her with his cock. Eriko let out a shriek and then went into spasms of a massive orgasm. Mark told her she came so fast that it was good she could have multiple orgasms. 

Eriko said " This must be what it feels like to have a baby only instead of just coming out, it's going in and out. "It is such a tight fit, every stroke feels like I'm being turned inside out." 

While Mark was just slowly sliding his cock in and out of her, they started talking. Mark asked rather jokingly, "Are all Japanese women as hot as you?" 

Eriko laughed and said "No more so than all men are as thick as you, but if you went to Japan, you could have just about any woman you wanted." 

Mark said "You really think so?" 

Eriko said "I don't just think so, I know so. Just like Japanese women look exotic to American men, American men look just as exotic to Japanese women." 

Eriko went on to say "Japanese men, in general, do not have big muscles and are not big elsewhere either. If you like older women, there are clubs in Japan where wealthy Japanese women go to get dates and have sex with foreign men. Wealthy Japanese women are very generous if you showed them a good time in bed. You could make a fortune over there." 

Eriko then said "I know why women like younger men but I'm curious as to why you like older women." 

At the time, I didn't know if she said this to entertain me or was really interested in his answer. In any event, this question seemed to trigger another orgasm in Eriko so Mark waited until she recovered before he answered. Mark said he would tell her as long as this was just between the two of them. I smiled as Eriko agreed to keep it to herself. Of course, what else could she do. It turned out to be a rather long story but exciting enough that Mark keep pumping his cock into Eriko and she had repeated orgasms. Marks story started when he started lifting weights at age 15. He began lifting at the health club and then got so into it, he got an elaborate set of weights to use at home. He lived in a big house as his father was a wealthy surgeon, so he had a workout room set up just for himself. It was nice because I would often go over to his place and work out with him. He said by the time he turned 18 which was just this year, he started to fill out and his mother started coming in to watch him work out. I had met his mother and knew her to be a little blonde fox. In any event, his mother like to wear little tennis outfits around the house. She said they were nice and cool to wear in the summer, but I thought she wore them to show off he legs and her cute little ass. 

Mark continued fucking Eriko as he related his story. He said one day his mother, after watching him work out asked him if he thought he could pick her up. She only weighed about 115 pounds, so he said "Lets see." He said he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and started jogging around the house, bouncing her up and down on his shoulder. He said she was laughing and telling him to put her down. When he did, he said her face was flushed and she was breathing hard like she was really turned on. He said that became a regular routine when they were alone, which was most of the time, since his father was a busy surgeon. Mark said after a while, he started giving her a whack on the ass when she told him to put her down which would cause her to squeal and laugh even harder. He said he would tell her he would put her down whenever he felt like it. He said one time when he put her down, he asked her why she got so short of breath when he carried her around and she wouldn't look at him but just said it was from laughing so hard. He realized his mother never mentioned this activity to his father, so he decided to see how far he could go. The next time he picked her up, he carried her into his bedroom and threw her down on the bed and held her hands together over her head with his left hand and put his other hand between her legs. He said her tennis panties were just soaking wet. That's when he knew he could fuck his mother. 




Japanese Neighbor



Eriko said "Are actually fucking your mother?" 

Mark smiled and said "Yeah, but sometimes she fucks me." 

When Eriko asked him what he meant by that, he said "Sometimes my mother sneaks into my room when my father is asleep and crawls into bed with me. "This really turns her on, probably because of the danger of getting caught, but she gets so excited and so noisy and panting so hard I'm afraid she will wake my father up and I often have to keep my hand over her mouth when I fuck her."  Eriko said "Did you tell your mother about me." 

"Hell no, because she gets jealous and nasty with me if I even look at a girl."

Mark proceeded to tell Eriko that she was much better in bed than his mother because his mother just doesn't last long enough and gets too excited and is finished after only a couple of orgasms. 

After I was in the closet for about an hour , Eriko sent Mark home and I came out. I said, "Wow, that was something. I had no idea he was fucking his mother. What a lucky guy." 

Eriko said that she had read stories about incest but never knew anyone who actually did it and that the story really got her hot. 

I said, "I have an idea, why don't you adopt me, then you could have a son to fuck." 

Eriko laughed and said "Wouldn't it be funny if we did that and you came with me when I signed the adoption papers and after it was official you would pick me up and start french kissing me and carry me out of the office. That would really blow their minds." 

I said, "Right now, you are going to be punished for having such nasty thoughts. I know you were imagining Mark being your son when he told you about his mother while he was fucking your. I can see incest really turns you on doesn't it." 

Eriko just quietly said "Yes and it also turned me on knowing you were watching and listening." 

I told her the whole thing got me so hot I just couldn't wait for him to leave. 

Eriko smiled and said "I imagined that and I knew I had to save something for you because I knew you would be so turned on you would fuck my brains out." 

I told her she was right about that and I proceeded to do just that.

About a month after I went back to school, I received a small package and a note from Eriko. The note said she had to move back to Japan to take care of her parents who were getting quite old. Eriko said she would never forget me and hoped I would always remember her. The package contained a Rolex watch. All of this happened years ago and I never saw or heard from Eriko again but every time I look at the watch, I think of her which I am sure is what she had in mind when she gave it to me.          



Japanese Sucking White Cock



I will pick up a stranger at the bar when my Master commands me.

I will take him home, where my Master will be waiting to give his approval.

The man must agree to let my Master film me suck the man's cock, so he can make me watch it again and again later, force me to feel the humiliation as I see myself lose control, become wild with lust with this stranger.

He wants me to witness myself as I lose all dignity, become a horny slut who only wants to suck the monstrous cock in front of me.

I am so dignified in my normal life, dressed in my prim and proper clothes for work at my office. so respectable. But my Master knows that not so deep inside, just below the surface, I am a cumslut, that I will beg to be fucked, beg to swallow a stranger's sperm...

I will whisper to the man to take his cock out of his pants and to stroke himself, to make himself as large as he can be.

I will take off my clothes in a sexy striptease, to make the man hard and horny.

I will look at my Master for approval. did his obedient pet do well? did I bring home a good prize?

I will be anguished with anticipation, wanting desperately for my Master to approve.

I will search his eyes, lock onto his lips, looking for the tiniest smile, any sign that he is happy with his slave, that I have been a good girl and done well.

Hopefully the man will take out a beautiful thick cock, a thick one, much thicker than my arm, as thick as his own wrist!

I imagine what it will be like to take such a monstrous cock in my mouth, to try to swallow so much meat. I know I will gag, my throat will close in fear. But my Master will order me to take him down my throat, and I must obey...

My Master will tell me that the tip is not so wide, that the cock has a tapered head to open me up first. I will relax my throat, take him deep into my throat, even though I cannot control my gag. Every reflex is to throw up, to expel him. It feels like I am swallowing my own fist. It is impossible!

But my Master's voice becomes harsh, barking from behind the video camera that records my struggle, watches me, records me forever as saliva drips from my stretching lips, all over this too thick cock.

"Swallow him!" he commands. and I must obey...

Somehow I do it. I want to please my Master so much that I can do anything he asks.

Even when I swallow my Master's penis all the way, so that my lips kiss his body, even with his cock which is so much shorter and thinner, I always gag and cough.

But because my Master commands me, I swallow this impossible slab of white meat, a great white whale!

There is no room in my mouth. my lips and cheeks are stretched in pain, my throat is burning. I must have a pound of fleshy meat in my throat, blocking out all air. I cannot breathe. but still I swallow, inching my mouth slowly down the thick shaft until I have swallowed him all the way...

It feels like he is in my stomach, that I am a worm wriggling at the end of a long wide pole. I look to my master for approval, and I see by the sparkle in his eyes that he is impressed by my efforts, by how hard I am working tonight.

I feel a rush of happiness, a euphoria that my pain and suffering transforms by magical alchemy into his pleasure...

I begin to move my head up and down the gigantic shaft, so that every inch of the skin of his fleshy sword is slipping sliding along the inside of my mouth and throat.

I can feel on my tongue the soft spongy vein running all the way up his shaft, feel the blood throbbing in it as he begins to pant and moan.

The man is excited, groaning with lust. his hips begin to thrust, like a dog uncontrollably humping. He doesn't care if I am gagging, if I cannot breathe. He fucks my face, as if I am just a wet warm hole to pump his cock in and out of...

He groans that "it feels so good," that I am a "great cocksucker," even as he puts his hands on the back of my head and begins to ram his cock like an animal into my mouth.

I am no longer in control, and a panic rises inside me as I realize that I cannot breathe, cannot even catch a short breath.

But I cannot take my head off of his cock even if I wanted to--his hands are too strong, grasping my hair in his fists, violently pulling my head back and forth. He is too aggressive, growling now, his eyes wild with lust looking down at my as he uses my throat for his own pleasure, his cock like a battering ram tearing down my throat with every thrust.

I will myself not to gag, not to throw up or choke. I tell myself that it is just like holding my breath under water, that I can last for many minutes without air as this man pumps in and out of my throat. just hold on until he comes. But I am drowning, I begin to feel a buzz in my head, from the violence of his smacking his hips against my face, from the lack of oxygen in my brain. I realize that the loud slapping sound, the rhythmic repeating "unngghh" that fills my ears is the sound my throat makes uncontrollably as his cock fucks my mouth.

He pounds into my face as if he is fucking my cunt--smashing in and out of me until it feels like he is punching my nose again and again with his stomach.

My hands are on his ass, feeling the muscles there clench and unclench as his hips thrust back and forth. My nails are digging into his flesh, cutting into his skin, but he is oblivious to whatever pain he is feeling, even more oblivious of me except as the tool of his pleasure...

I know with certainty that if he does not come very soon I will suffocate, That even if he comes now I will choke and drown on his sperm, that my lungs will fill up with the sticky thickness of his spurting seed...

But my Master saves me...

From far away I hear my Master's calm voice, telling the man to "jack off on her face," and to "cover her face with come."

I recognize the power of my Master's voice, of how I have responded so many times in the same way, immediately without any thought, like a dog reacting to a command...

The man responds immediately, doing exactly as he is told even though he is lost in animal lust.

The man releases my head and his cock unplugs from my wet mouth and throat with an obscenely loud "plop."

I gasp for breath, my chest heaving to fill my desperate lungs with air, my mouth wide open and gaping to capture every little bit of oxygen I can, just as the man pulls once then twice on his slippery shaft and I feel a long warm strand of come shoot into my mouth, then another onto my face, on my cheek, on my forehead.

He jerks with his hand violently and another long trail of come spurts into my hair and eyes. I squint in self defense, just as I feel another shot of come hit straight into my throat, choking me again even as I am gasping for breath.

But he still isn't finished...

Groaning like a dying animal, he pulls two then three more shots of come onto my face and into my open mouth, each spurt exiting his peehole with a squirting sound like a water pistol...

My Master zooms the camera onto my come covered face for a long lingering close up, so that I will have to see again and again in the future how much of a cumslut I was this night.

My Master orders me to lick the man's cock clean, and to use my fingers to round up all of the sperm on my face and feed it into my own mouth.

The come tastes sweet, but it is thick and sticky like mucous, making it hard to swallow, catching in my throat. There is so much, the flavor coats the inside of my mouth with a film on my teeth that my tongue cannot lick clean.

My Master thanks the man. if my Master is pleased, he may offer him a beer or a drink, chat with him amicably. I wait patiently, serving them both naked, drying sperm still on my face and hair.

If the man is young and virile and gets hard again right away, my Master will allow me the pleasure of fucking his big white cock. If he does, I will come like a crazed animal again and again, reliving the insane and uncontrollable lust that I feel every time I am fucked by a large white penis.

I can come the hardest when I am riding the monstrous cock like I am riding a horse, impaling myself on a gigantic stake. But I lose myself even more when I am filled from behind, when the long thick shaft pounds into me doggy style, or when my legs are spread and up in the air as I am rammed again and again from above. This is the position that I want when I want to be fucked the hardest and deepest, when any cock, even normal sized ones, delve into the depths, battering me inside. Even the pain turns into the crazy pleasure of being impaled and torn apart...

After the man leaves, my Master will treat me gently, cleaning my face with a warm wet washcloth, telling me I am a good girl and kissing me, even though I know he can taste a strange man's sperm on my lips. I feel such gratitude that my Master allows me to feel such pleasure, that he is willing to let me savour another man's come...

I obey all my Master's commands. If he wants to share me with other men, if he wants to see me suck a monster white cock, or a gigantic black cock, then I will. If he wants me to fuck a cock the size of my arm, even though I know it will be so painful as it impales me, then I will.

If he wants to share my mouth or my pussy, then I will do it with the deepest pleasure. Only my asshole is reserved just for my Master...

Won't you be lucky if you meet me in a bar...?



Japanese Tomboy For Black Stud



A lot of people wander through life wondering about their purpose, where they're meant to be and what they're meant to do. For me, all of those questions were answered the day Ayako Tokushima came back into my life. It takes a special kind of person to show you their best when you're at your worst. Before I tell you about the woman who saved my life and brought me peace and joy, I'll tell you a bit about myself. Only then will you be able to appreciate all that she means to me. My name is Terrence James Rivieres, T.J. to my friends, and I was born in the town of Kingston, Ontario, to Haitian immigrant parents. A lot of people say that their lives are tough. I say you don't know what tough is until you've walked a mile in this brother's shoes.

At first glance, Kingston, Ontario, seems like an idyllic North American town. It's certainly beautiful to look at and with a population that's still under two hundred thousand, it's not too small or too big. When my parents, Paul and Viola Rivieres left their hometown of Cap-Haitien, Haiti, for Canada, I don't think they really knew what they were getting into. How could they? Instead of heading to more diverse and immigrant-friendly locales like Toronto, Montreal, Vancouver or Ottawa, they settled in Kingston, where I was born. Dad worked for UPS as a mail deliveryman and mom went back to school, eventually earning her MBA from Queen's University. She got a job at the local branch of the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce and eventually became the branch manager. That's my ma, always the career woman and go-getter. She's my inspiration, God bless her heart.

When my folks arrived in the City of Kingston, Ontario, in 1988, a year before I was born, there weren't a lot of people of non-Caucasian descent in town, to say the least. It's a little better now but I doubt the place will ever change. Growing up in Kingston, I was keenly aware of how different I was from everybody else. My parents tried their best to shield me from the harsh realities of life but there are certain rites of passage in every man's life, I think. You have to face hardship and you can either run from it or deal with it decisively. There is no other way. No black man in North America or anywhere can escape from racism, but it's up to him to decide whether he's going to let it stop him.

I think my experiences in Kingston shaped me into the man I am today. When I entered Saint Antonius Academy in September 2004, I was one of eighteen black students on campus, twelve of whom were female. The other four hundred students at the exclusive private Catholic school were white, with a few Chinese and Hindus here and there. I run into my fair share of bigoted students and teachers, and there were days when I cried myself to sleep. However, I was determined not to let them get to me. When I turned sixteen, I shot up to a height of six feet three inches and weighed two hundred and thirty six pounds. All of a sudden, the skinny white guys who used to whisper things behind my back were afraid of me and the white girls couldn't stop staring at me wherever I went. I wasn't picked on any more, that's for sure. They continued saying things behind my back, but for the most part, they gave me a wide berth. 

I wish I could say that I had a great talent for athletics and that I joined the football team or played basketball and shot to popularity and acceptance. Sorry, that's just not true. I don't have the sport gene. I was just big and tall and black, that's it. I was quite gifted in other areas, though. I can draw a person's portrait from memory after seeing them for only a few minutes. I can also play the violin. I can't catch or throw a ball to save my life and I get winded if I run for more than ten minutes. Yeah, I wasn't meant for sports that's for sure. I am a nerd. Always have been and probably always will be. Black nerds do exist, don't believe the hype.

At school I had very few friends. One of them was Alexander Wong, a tall Asian dude with freckles. We were in the Computer Club together, and sometimes we hung out at each other's houses. Alex's family had been in Kingston far longer than mine and we basically never spoke to each other until the day I stopped a couple of white guys from kicking his ass in the school parking lot. They had him up against the wall and were punching his lights out when I jumped in. Why, you may ask? They were picking on him for being gay. One of those guys was Larry Hangman, a red-haired bozo whom Alex once called a friend. Larry and I had gotten into shouting matches which almost turned into fist fights a couple of times. I knew the ginger-headed little creep had a deep hatred of everyone who wasn't exactly like him. Why someone as smart as Alex Wong couldn't see that from the get go is a mystery to me.

One good thing about Alex Wong? He's a man of his word and has a long memory. Since that fateful day he's been my devoted best pal. A lot of the Asian students at Saint Antonius shunned the black students and only associated with the white students or with other Asians. That's the one thing I'll never get about some Asian students. To me, it's been obvious from day one that white people only like other white people. Even if you see them befriend or even date us so-called minorities. Behind our backs, they make fun of us. All of us who are different from them. I used to laugh inwardly at the Asian students I saw trying so hard to hang with the white students. Me? I hung out with other black students, especially a Haitian guy named Jean-Renaud Germain and his tall, big-bottomed sister Daphne. I loved myself and loved my people. Self-love is the first method of self-defence against a racist world. It's what black parents have been teaching their offspring since time immemorial.

Now, don't think for one second that I am close-minded. I'm not. I was good friends with Ayako Tokushima, this nearly six-foot-tall, raven-haired and porcelain-skinned Asian chick who lived on our street. Her parents, George Tokushima and Matthew Sykes, are an interracial gay couple. They adopted and raised her. In conservative and uptight Kingston, I think our two families were the most infamous in town. Ayako once confessed to me that someone scratched the word queer on her locker at school and when she told the principal about it, the dude just shrugged. Yeah, I wasn't the only one suffering daily torment at the hands of the local bigots. Ayako and I have been friends for years, but we were never more than that. There's a reason for that, our relationship was more brotherly and sisterly than guy and chick. 

During my senior year at Saint Antonius Academy, I went out with Daphne, my friend Jean-Renaud's sister. The tall, sexy Haitian chick with the curves and the booty that just wouldn't quit proved to be just what I needed! We'd been going out for a while and I intended to take her to the Prom but fate and a little comeuppance changed my carefully laid plans. My buddy Alex, who worked at Angela's Diner in downtown Kingston, caught Daphne making out with Leonard Hangman, Larry's older brother. He even took a picture with his cell phone as proof since he knew I wouldn't believe him otherwise. 

When I looked at the picture of my girlfriend making out with the older brother of a bigoted creep whom I hated, I was pissed. I got in my car and drove to the Hangman household, where I confronted Leonard. We fought, and naturally his brother Larry jumped in. I was holding my own against them when the police showed up. Luckily the officer who showed up on the scene was Constable Omar Abdirahman, a Somali-Canadian policeman with the Ontario Provincial Police. Instead of taking me to jail he took me home. He even convinced the Hangman family not to press charges against me, if you can believe that. I guess I got lucky. Well, my Pops still beat me within an inch of my life for my foolishness but yeah, all things considered, it could have been worse. After the mess that I made, I was inconsolable, alternating blaming myself and Daphne for what happened. The only person who understood my pain was Ayako. As always she offered me understanding and acceptance without judgement. 

My friends and I graduated from Saint Antonius Academy in 2008, the same year that my idol, Barack Obama, a man born of an African immigrant father and white American mother, got elected President of the United States. Ayako went to study criminal justice at the University of Calgary in provincial Alberta. I left Kingston for the bright lights of Toronto, and enrolled at Ryerson University, to study computer science. I could have gone to a bigger and more established school like McGill, the University of Waterloo or Carleton University. However, Ryerson was the only school offering me a full academic scholarship. I couldn't pass up the chance to study computer science at Canada's premier technical school. 

Contrarily to what you hear, there's still a lot of jobs in IT and the outsourcing craze has settled down somewhat. Alex Wong came to Ryerson University with me, to study civil engineering. Minority nerds got to stick together, you know? We can change the world! I've completely lost touch with my old buddy Jean-Renaud Germain. Things haven't been the same between us since I called his sister a cheating whore in the school parking lot the day after I got into the fight with the Hangman brothers over her stupid ass. I guess time doesn't heal all wounds.

I fell in love with the City of Toronto, man. It's not far from Kingston but it's like another world. Kingston is lily-white, small, uptight, bigoted and boring. Toronto is huge, multicultural, multiethnic and cosmopolitan in every way! I saw so many Africans, Arabs and Chinese people at Ryerson University, walking the halls and quads. I marveled at the sheer racial diversity of Canada's biggest metropolis and the vibrancy of its people. I saw black men and white women holding hands in the streets of Toronto with nary a stare. In Kingston, when Alex and I would chill at the Cataraqui Mall with Ayako, the three of us got stared at like you wouldn't believe! Living in Toronto began to change me. In high school I was the most studious person you could think of, but in Toronto I got distracted by the city's bright lights. I met a beautiful young woman named Deirdre Campbell and we began seeing each other. Tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, she was a dead ringer for my long-time crush Hope Solo, from the U.S. Women's national soccer team.

With Deirdre by my side, I explored all that Toronto had to offer. We hit the club scene together, and she showed me a world I never knew. I've been a hard-working, studious and church-going nerd my whole life. All of a sudden I was hanging out in bars and clubs, meeting really interesting people and all that jazz. Deirdre's family had money and she got me into places I never would have gotten into without her. I mean, we spent Spring Break vacation ( known as Reading Week in Canada ) in Jamaica, playing around in her uncle's beach house. I'm the son of a UPS mailman and banker, I wasn't used to such luxury and pleasure! 

Yeah, I fell in love with Deirdre and her party-hard lifestyle. And my grades plummeted. I also became addicted to alcohol. I used to take a few shots just to liven up, at Deirdre's insistence, and before I knew it, I couldn't go a day without drinking. I stopped going to class and stopped talking to my parents. They simply didn't understand the new me. I thought they were cold and judgemental. I'm just having fun, at least that's what I told myself. When Ryerson University put me on academic probation, and I found myself in danger of losing my scholarship, it finally hit me that I might be on the wrong path. I turned to Deirdre, but she dumped me for another guy, a mixed dude named Joel from Barbados. I guess I was simply the flavor of the month for her...

Yeah, I wandered through the quads on campus and the streets of Toronto, wondering what I was doing when my life went to hell. I had lost my scholarship and gotten kicked out of Ryerson University. I was broke and basically homeless. Alex Wong let me crash in his apartment at night. His new boyfriend, a Jamaican guy named Watkins, didn't like having me around. I hated to use my friendship with Alex Wong in this manner but I was out of options. I couldn't go back to my parents in Kingston because I was too embarrassed by what I'd done to myself. I sullied my family name and disgraced myself. I received so many blessings in this life and threw them all away. I walked into the social services office downtown, and told my sob story to a social worker. Come back on Monday for an interview, she told me, sniffing in disgust, for I kind of stank.

I was on my way back to Alex Wong's apartment when someone hailed me on the street. I turned around, and lo and behold. Guess who it was? Ayako Tokushima. The tall and geeky Japanese-Canadian tomboy who'd been my best pal since childhood had matured into a fine young woman. Clad in a stylish silver business suit, she looked pretty hot. Hello Ayako, I said cheerfully. What happened to you T.J.? she said hesitantly. I looked at her, then at the people walking out of the office she just exited. What is this place? I wondered aloud. I work for the Ontario Ministry of Corrections as a counselor, Ayako said proudly. I looked at the men and women streaming out of the government office, and sighed. Some of them were staring at Ayako and I. I looked at myself, then at her. And in that moment it hit me. I finally saw what they saw. I really looked like a bum, and I stank because I'd forgotten to put on some deodorant before heading out that day.

What happened to you? Ayako asked. I sighed and shrugged. Where to begin? The young woman who'd been my best friend and neighbor my whole life looked at me with concern in her beautiful eyes. Let's take a walk, I said finally. Over the next hour, Ayako and I walked together and finally sat inside a Tim Horton's. I told her about my journey through the higher education system of Toronto, my involvement with Deirdre Campbell, and the fast-paced lifestyle which led to my downfall. When I finished my sad story, I looked at Ayako. I made a mess of things Miss A, I said quietly. You big goof you just need to come home, Ayako said with the same quiet confidence I'd become accustomed to while we were growing up. I sighed and nodded in surrender.

That same afternoon, Ayako drove me to Alex Wong's place, where I picked up my few belongings, then we embarked on the long drive from Toronto to Kingston. With two and a half hours to kill on the road, I decided to catch up on a few things. Clearly the past couple of years had been good to Ayako. I mean, she wasn't even done with university and she already had a job working for the Canadian government! I love Alberta but I missed Ontario too much, Ayako conceded with a grin. 

Man, Calgary has done her some good. Ayako was looking like a million bucks! She told me about her life and times in western Canada, how she'd fallen in love both with the City of Calgary and its eponymous university, and finally, her ill-fated romance with a blond-haired and blue-eyed cowboy named Timothy Whitaker. Long story short? Ayako fell for Mr. Tall, not-so-dark and handsome and they had a whirlwind romance. When she got introduced to his family, they proved to be less than accepting of their union. Calgary is beautiful it's a shame there are so many damn rednecks in it, Ayako said with a bitter smile. I gently touched Ayako's hand. Dude was a fool for not choosing you over them, I said confidently. Ayako looked at me and shook her head. You always knew what to say Mr. Urkel, she said, referring my favorite old-school TV show. Damn skippy, I said cockily.

Truth be told, I was dreading returning to Kingston and facing my parents. When I left almost two years ago, vowing never to return, I thought I'd take Toronto and make it my own. I had it all planned out. I'd get my computer science degree from Ryerson University, go work for a big company either in another province or in the States and make a ton of money. I thought I'd put Kingston behind me, but clearly fate had other plans. For a long while, Ayako and I drove on in silence, lost in our thoughts. This was our first time coming home in ages. Finally, we arrived at our all-too-familiar street, and pulled up in the driveway of my parents duplex. Can you handle it from here? Ayako asked, gently laying her hand on my arm. I got this, I said with more confidence than I felt.

Before I went to hit the doorbell, I looked at Ayako, and marveled at this tall, beautiful young woman who'd done so much for me. Thank you Miss Nerdy, I said and gave her a hug. Ayako hugged me back fiercely, and for a long moment, we just stood there, staring at each other. The kiss took both of us by surprise. It was a brief kiss, nothing like what you see on TV or at the movies but a kiss nonetheless. You can do this big man, Ayako said, once we broke the kiss. Thank you for believing in me, I told her. We were still holding each other when my Mom came to the door. Her eyes lit up when she saw us. Thank God you're here, she said with a smile. Smiling, Ayako and I looked at each other and then followed my mother into the house.

My homecoming was an emotional affair, to say the least. My parents were glad to see that I was still alive, but they were also mad at me for the mess I'd made of my life and theirs. My dad let me have it, and I endured it partly because I needed to hear it and partly because he was absolutely right. I stunned them when I decided that I'd work my way back into the life I knew should be mine. Without their help. They were surprised, to say the least, and offered me a place to stay and sage advice but I told them I had to be my own man. My Pops respected that and wished me the best. I went and got myself a job as a security guard and after saving up for a bit, I got my own place. It wasn't easy getting back into the swing of things but my parents and Ayako were there for me every step of the way.

I returned to Toronto, this time as a business student at the University of Toronto. I figured I could find an IT company to work at some point once I'm done. Having an MBA would open a lot of doors for me. I still worked as a security guard part-time, and I was more focused on my studies than ever before. No more alcohol or parties for me. I gave all that stuff up. A man must work for that which matters to him in this life. The only pleasure I allowed myself? The lovely Ayako Tokushima, the woman who stood by me through thick and thin. We've begun seeing each other, and honestly, I wonder how come I never realized what an amazing woman she was. Our relationship is wonderful and passionate, and honestly, life has never been better. 

I'm standing on my own two feet and it feels great. I can't thank heaven enough for my sweet Ayako. The night we made love for the first time is one that I'll never forget. We were just walking through a certain park in Kingston, it was close to midnight, and there we were, strolling hand in hand. I looked at Ayako and she looked at me, and in the pale moonlight she looked almost ethereally beautiful. Gently I pulled her close, and kissed her. Ayako kissed me back with a passion I found surprising, but most welcome. The usually reserved and ladylike gal I was so fond turned into a sex kitten, and I loved it. I want you to fuck me silly, Ayako whispered into my ear. Who am I to refuse the lady's request?

I lifted Ayako up and placed her on a nearby bench, and pulled down her sweatpants. I was expecting lacy panties or perhaps something silky but true to form, my favorite tomboy was wearing guy-style boxers. I had to laugh at that. Some things never change. Stop laughing like an idiot and take them off, Ayako said, looking and sounding impatient. Yes ma'am, I said, complying eagerly. Off came Ayako's boxers, exposing her hairy pussy. I smiled and eased a finger inside, then brought it to my lips. Yummy, I said, as I knelt on the soft grass and spread Ayako's legs wide. Inhaling the scent of her womanhood, I got busy licking her pussy. Haven't gone down on a woman since a certain psychotic blonde. I miss the taste of pussy on my tongue, though I usually prefer them shaved.




Japanese Tomboy For Black Stud



Ayako moaned softly as I licked and probed her pussy, sticking my tongue on her clitoris. My sexy lady love turned into a movie director, man, telling me to do this and that, directing me the whole time. Sheesh, a bossy woman, eh? I like them like that. Suddenly filled with inspiration, I decided to try something. I stuck two fingers into Ayako's cunt and flicked my tongue over her clitoris. Her eyes widened, her lips trembled, and moments later, an ear-splitting, absolutely shrill scream shot out of her mouth like a bat out of hell. I wasn't expecting that. Oh shit I'm cumming, Ayako shouted, and shuddered all over. I held her tight as the spasms of delight wracked her body.

That was fucking awesome, Ayako said, once she calmed down. I got skills pretty lady, I said with a smug grin. Ayako smiled and then grabbed my crotch, feeling my bulging erection through my pants. Is that for me? she cooed. I nodded, and unzipped my pants, freeing my seven and a half-inch, uncircumcised Caribbean dick. Ayako went straight for my dick, grabbing it and fastening her sweet lips to my Johnson before I could say anything. Leaning against a tree, I relaxed and enjoyed as she went down on me. Ayako sucked my dick with gusto, grasping my balls firmly but gently.

Soon I was the one moaning as Ayako sucked my dick like her life depended on it. Gal had my knees buckling and I was loving every minute of it. When I came, she surprised me by swallowing every last drop of my cum. I was really surprised, I mean, I don't mind if a chick spits or swallows, that's up to her. I just didn't think Ayako got down like that but she did, and I kind of liked it. Gimme more, she said, sucking on my balls as if they were sugar cubes. Laughing, I told her I wanted some of her pussy. Happily she nodded, and took my hand when I offered to pull her to her feet. Once more I put her on the bench, and she spread her shapely thighs invitingly. Come inside big daddy, Ayako said naughtily. Don't mind if I do, I said as I thrust my dick into her cunt. Once inside her, I sighed with pleasure. Her tight flesh gripping mine was the most pleasurable sensation I knew.

Hard and fast I pumped my dick into Ayako, loving the feel of her tight pussy around my dick. Our eyes locked, we made love with wild abandon, not caring that we were fucking like jackrabbits in this deserted park in Kingston, on a hot summer night. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she wrapped her arms around me, causing me to go deeper into her. I want it from behind, Ayako said suddenly. I nodded, and we stopped for a bit as Ayako got on all fours, crouching on the bench while sticking her ass in the air. Man, the sight of her ass staring at me so invitingly got me hard as a rock. Fuck yeah, I said as I resumed fucking her.

Ayako surprised me by how wild and vocal she got, practically demanding that I smack her ass. I love it when a guy gets aggressive with me, she purred as I smacked her ass and pulled on her long, lustrous black hair. Man, I had no idea she was freaky like that and I absolutely loved it! We went at it for a long while until I came for the second time that night, sending my masculine spunk deep inside Ayako, who welcomed it. Afterwards we lay on the soft grass, catching our breath. That was awesome, I said, whistling in awe. Ayako laughed, then she rolled on top of me, straddling me. You're the only man I've ever gone bareback with, she said, a strange look on her face. I smiled and told her that she's the only woman in my life. And I meant it.

After this memorable first time together, my relationship with Ayako intensified. I'm discovering a lot about this young woman I'm falling for, and about myself. For example, she's a morning person, waking up all happy and shit, whistling as she gets ready for the coming day. Not me. I need a loud alarm clock to wake me up because I feel so comfortable in dream-land, I guess. I'm a slow starter as far as mornings go and she's the exact opposite. We like very different kinds of music. I love existential stuff like Linkin Park, especially "What I've Done", "It's My Life" and "Numb". Oh, and I'm also partial to the song "Shut Your Mouth" by the artist PAIN, Alanis Morrissette's "Eight Easy Steps" and Three Days Grace's "Animal I Have Become". Ayako listens to Rap, which I've never gotten into. She doesn't even listen to the modern rap stuff, man, she's into the old-school, hard-core rap of Dr. Dre and N.W.A. from back in the day. Hot damn! You'd never expect a prim and proper young Asian woman to listen to this kind of stuff is you saw her strutting down the street in a classy business suit, would you? I swear, conservative-looking women are the freakiest of all!

Ayako and I are very different, but we love each other. My life has been immensely enriched by her presence in it. This beautiful, vibrant and highly intelligent young woman believes in me and supports me. I'm there for her when she needs me, of course. It's not easy for her out there in the working world as a Japanese-Canadian woman. The Greater Toronto Area is racially diverse and we're seeing a lot of ethnic people working at almost all levels of the public and private sectors but prejudice is alive and well in many places. Growing up as the adopted daughter of a same-sex couple, she was exposed to a lot of scrutiny, prejudice and hate, for many in the outside world hated her parents just for being who they were. In spite of that, Ayako is one of the most optimistic and positive-minded people I know. I can't get enough of her.

I love this woman something fierce, folks, to the point of trying certain things just for her. I knew Ayako could be bossy in the bedroom, but I didn't know how much until she revealed to me that she was into BDSM. As in the whips and chains, handcuffs and bondage stuff. When she told me that, I was kind of shocked but a part of me was turned on. What man doesn't like a kinky woman? Yeah, I was excited about trying some stuff with her...until she brought out a strap-on dildo and a can of lubricant and told me she wanted to fuck me with it. Um, what? I was quite reluctant, as you can imagine. I consider myself fairly open-minded sexually. I am also very liberal socially and politically. I support same-sex marriage, the legalization of marijuana and the rights of immigrants in our multicultural society. However, I think there's something weird about a guy letting a female fuck his ass with a sex toy. Can you say borderline fruity?

It took some convincing, but Ayako finally got me to try it. We took great precautions to make the experience as pleasant and non-awkward as possible. I took a nice long shower, and cleaned every inch of my body with soap and water. Ayako and I went to the bedroom and had regular sex, with me lying on my back as she impaled herself on my hard dick. I smacked her ass as she rode me, and we had a passionate fuck for about half an hour before we did the other thing. I was half excited and half filled with dread, to tell you the truth. Ayako kissed me and reassured me that everything would be okay. 

Half an hour later I was lying on my back, my legs in the air, with Ayako vigorously thrusting her shiny green strap-on dildo into my asshole while stroking my dick. I love fucking big guys like you with my fuck-stick, Ayako teased as she continued fucking me. Lying there with her toy in my ass and her fist around my family jewels, I felt completely owned and dominated by Ayako. It was a weird, different feeling, to feel dominated by a woman. A part of me felt I should resist against it, and another part felt like surrendering to it. When I looked into her eyes as she fucked me, gone was the sweet and loving woman I'd fallen for. What I saw in her eyes was almost feral, kind of primal and dangerous. I felt like a stranger was fucking me instead of the woman who lay next to me at night. 

The hot pain mixed with wicked, delicious pleasure continued to course through me, thrilling me. Ayako still held my cock and balls in her hand, and I was close to blowing my load. Please let me cum, I begged. Call me mistress, Ayako said, grabbing me by the throat while thrusting with her hips, plunging the dildo even deeper inside my asshole. Yes mistress, I said hesitantly. Ayako relaxed her hold on my jewels somewhat and I came, squirting hot cum all over her tits. Some of it fell on my stomach. Ayako took some cum from my dick and smeared it across her lips. 

Yummy, Ayako said, smiling. She told me she'd been dreaming of fucking me with her strap-on dildo for ages. Why? I asked. I asked her because I honestly wanted to know. As a man when I see a hot chick walking by and she's got a nice big ass, I want to fuck her. What makes a chick think "I want to do him with a strap-on" when a dude walks by? That's what I wanted to know. You got such a cute ass I wanted to be the first one to fuck it, Ayako confessed, smacking my ass for good measure. I screamed as, without warning, she shoved the dildo deeper into me than before. Ayako laughed wickedly, and a moment later I screamed a whole new tune as I felt a hot liquid running through my ass like molten lava. What the fuck? I exclaimed, more from surprise than pain. My dildo shoots hot artificial cum, isn't that great? Ayako cooed. Ugh, I said, finally giving up. My ass hurt, and I just came. I reckon I've had enough.

Much later, Ayako and I lay in bed, talking about the night's events. That was fun in a way, I conceded. Ayako laughed, and told me she absolutely loved dominating me. Next time I want to tie you up, she said gleefully. I saw a dangerous light in her eyes when she said that. Not a chance in hell, I said firmly. Ayako got up from the bed, put away the strap-on dildo and lubricant, and shook her big, shapely ass at me. Instantly I was hard. If you let me tie you up and fuck your ass I'll consider letting you fuck mine, she said, a coy look on her beautiful face. Locking eyes with me, Ayako licked her lips. I looked at her ass sashaying from side to side like a pendulum of temptation. What I wouldn't give to fuck it. I've been begging her for anal sex for a long time but she likes to do the fucking. The chance of fucking her ass for a change isn't something I was likely to pass up. Alright, I said, surrendering. Ayako's laughter filled the bedroom.

Yeah, this woman of mine is a handful, that's for sure. You know what? I wouldn't have her any other way. I love my Ayako. I know I sound corny saying this but she's the light of my life. I thank the Creator for His blessings. I now know that God sent me this woman. In many ways, I feel she was made just for me. At I've got a job, a place to stay, I'm back in university and I've got a wonderful woman by my side. Never a dull moment with my favorite tomboy, that's for damn sure. Who knew that everything I've been looking for was right in front of me the whole time? Fellas, if you take anything from this story, it should be that you should never dismiss any woman off-hand without knowing what she's about. Females can surprise you in many ways, man. I treasure the ones in my life, from my mother to my darling Ayako. That's why, next Christmas, I'm putting an engagement ring on it. Going to cost me almost a month's pay but she's worth it. This much I know for sure. Peace.



Japanese Tourists



They walked toward the restrooms.  The woman was slim and short with long black hair.  She wore sunglasses, but I could tell that they were oriental.  As they passed by me, they stopped to look at the posted map and they spoke in Japanese.  

Even though she was not young, just the sight of this lady made my cock do a pants dance.  When I hung up, they were still studying the map.  I asked if I could offer directions, and the husband smiled and said, “Sank you berry much.”  “We O.K.”  “Sank you.”  And he bowed just a bit as he finished his last “Sank you.”  

This little exchange gave me a closer look at his wife, and she was careful not to make eye contact with me.  I towered over her husband, and her thin face and tiny body gave me great satisfaction.

I paraded into the restroom and wrestled to get my fat peter out through the zipper.  Just then the Japanese husband came in and took a nearby urinal.  I played with myself a little to get my dick to its maximum size without becoming stiff.  It was now long and thick and rubbery and pliable and bouncy.  

I decided to take a chance with this stranger.

I stepped back from the plumbing and shook my dick.  He glanced over and I did nothing to hide myself.  There was no one else in the room, and I decided to extend the display.  Without tucking myself away, I walked over to the sinks and turned on the water.  I hoisted my cock over into the sink and let it lay there while I soaped up my hands.  

Just then the tourist came to wash his hands, too.  He looked over and exclaimed something in Japanese, then he tried to avoid looking my way.  My cock is not the worlds biggest, but it is lots of fun to play with.  And when it’s at its angry best, it does top twelve inches.  At the moment it was a good ten inches and it spilled over into the sink in full view.  

I soaped up my hands and then soaped up my dick.  I gave it a good washing in front of this stranger.  He stole glances my way, and then he gave in and just stared as I cradled my cock and washed it thoroughly.  I pulled back the long foreskin and soaped it all over, giving myself a good cleaning.  For all I knew, this guy thought this might be a normal custom in America!  

I splashed water on myself to wash off the slippery soap, and by now my dick was just about hard.  This guy watching me had an effect, but I was thinking about his wife.  I muttered a few words about his cute little wife as I sloshed off the last bit of soap, then I walked – dick out – to the towels.  As I dried off, he broke his stare and finished his own hand washing.  

In the lobby I stood at the map.  He emerged in a few seconds and stood across the room waiting for his wife.  I pretended to ignore him and traced my finger along the map until his wife appeared.  They spoke in low tones and exited the building.  I watched them walk down the sidewalk as their conversation grew more animated.  At one point he stopped and faced her and held his hands apart as if he were showing her the size of my prick.  

As I walked out to my truck, I intentionally strolled right by their car so they could get a good look at me again.  I climbed up to the cab and drove off ahead of them.  I checked in the rear view mirror and saw their vehicle leave.  

For the next few miles, I was zinging.  My cock was oozing cum and it was begging for fun.  Every time I checked my rear view mirror, the Japanese car was there.  If I took it up to the speed limit, they were there.  If I slowed down, they stayed there.  I was beginning to wonder.

The day was getting long, and I decided to test these folks to see if they had something interesting in mind.  Forty miles later, I took an exit with a number of motels and noticed that they were still following me.  I pulled into a motel and parked.  Where were my tourists?  Damn, I thought maybe it was just my imagination and they weren’t really following me.  

I went ahead and registered for the night and took my kit and key down to room 117.  Just as I turned the key, I looked up and saw the Japanese couple in the parking lot.  I tried not to notice them as I took my time opening the door.  I took another trip to my truck to get things so they could see where I was.  

Now all I could do was let nature take its course.

I waited.  And I waited.  Nothing.  Shit!  My damn imagination.  I was ready to give up and try some other way to get pussy for the night.  

But just then there was a gentle tap at my door.  It was so feint that I barely heard the noise.  I cracked open the door, and there was my little Japanese friend.  

I smiled and opened the door wide.  He smiled and bowed.  I smiled and bowed.  And then he tried to talk, “You, me see.”  “You, me see.”  And as he spoke he pointed down to my trousers.  “You, me see,” he repeated a few more times.  

“Berry size.”  “Berry beeg.”  “O.K”  “O.K.”  

I knew where he was going, but I wanted to play innocent with him for a while longer.  

“So beeg.”  “O.K.”  “Wife see, O.K.?”  “Wife see, O.K.?”  “You show wife?”  

He was amazingly unselfconscious and insistent.  He wasn’t embarrassed a bit, and maybe that’s because of how I had behaved at the rest stop.  Maybe he thought all this disk display stuff was common in America.  I wish!

Finally, I held up my hand and said to him, “Yes, O.K.”  “Show wife.”  “O.K.”  

He smiled and bowed again.  As I bowed I could feel my cock snaking down my leg.  He held up his hand as if to tell me to wait, then he dashed back to his door and brought his wife with him to my room.  

She was quite shy and unlike her enthusiastic husband.  She walked with little steps and continued to look down.  He brought her to the door and said to me, “Prease, come in.”  “O.K.?”  I bowed deeply and swept my hand toward my open room to invite them.  He bounded inside and took his little wife by the hand as she very carefully stepped through the doorway.  

I motioned for them to be seated.  The immediately rearranged the furniture so that there were two chairs facing each other.  He sat his wife in one chair, and he sat on the side of the bed.  The other chair, I surmised, was for me.  We sat and smiled and bowed and made little chuckling sounds.  

After basically luring them to my room, I decided that it was only fair that I take charge and not make this guy beg me to show his wife my cock.  I looked at him and simply held up my hands about twelve inches apart and smiled and nodded.  He smiled a big smile and repeated the hand language.  

I then did the same for his wife.  She had continued to look down, but when I addressed her, she quickly glanced upward and nodded almost imperceptibly.  

I rose and made hand signs about taking a shower.  He seemed to understand and nodded, “Yes, yes.”  “Wash.”  I excused myself and went to the bathroom for a quick refreshing shower.  I was only gone for five minutes, and I returned with just a towel wrapped around my middle but underneath I had slipped on a thonged cock pouch for the upcoming display.  

I took my seat again directly across from his wife.  I pointed to myself and said, “Tom.”  Then I pointed to her, and her husband answered, “Miko.”  He pointed to himself and said, “Hiroshi.”  I nodded.

With the introductions done, I rose and unwrapped the towel.  My six foot two frame and muscular 190 pound body rippled.  Hiroshi smiled with approval, but his wife continued to just make darting glances at me.  

My cock was nested barely inside the nylon pouch, and as I surveyed the situation my dick was swelling and squirming visibly.  Hiroshi spoke in Japanese to his wife, and she took quick looks at my crotch.  

With my pecker and balls absolutely bulging in my briefs, I sat on the edge of my chair and reached across to Miko’s legs.  She had been sitting in a skirt with her legs tightly pressed together.  I gently rested a hand on each of her knees and slowly spread her legs apart just a bit.  Not too much.  I didn’t want to lose her, but I wanted to see her pussy tonight.  

She let me part her legs ever so slightly.  I moaned the universal sigh of pleasure and I gazed up between her legs.  I could only see a few inches but it was enough to start the stiffening process.  I leaned back in my chair and allowed the nylon bulge to protrude.  With one hand I adjusted my twisted up cock ‘n balls that were now pressed do tightly against the pouch that all my anatomy was on display.  

Once again I looked at Hiroshi and made the hand signal about my cock size.  He smiled once again and repeated the hand motion and bowed.  The bowing was such a polite touch in the midst of my cock show.  It was truly quite surreal.  

I pointed to his crotch and made the cock size hand signal.  He smiled again and moved his hands closer together by more than half.  I finally made him understand that I wanted him to show us both his naked dick.  Hiroshi was fast to comply, and in a jiffy he sat back on the bed buck naked with his little pencil dick waving in the air.  Stiff as can be.  

I noticed that Miko still averted her eyes even from her husband’s nakedness.  Her shyness only made me more eager to see her pussy.  So I leaned over and parted her legs just a bit more.  Now I could see her panties.  

That did it.  My slippery straining cock popped out into the fresh air.  Miko’s eyes fastened on it as I hefted it sideways.  I stood and peeled off the briefs while Miko stared between my legs.  My puffy cock was just getting revved up and pulsing as I sat back and looked up her skirt.  

Cum was flowing gently from my slit as I looked at her and gently stroked my dick.  Hiroshi spoke to her in Japanese.  She said nothing but she parted her legs a little farther.  Now I could make out the puff of her jet black pubic hair and what appeared to be the crease of her pussy.  I looked at Hiroshi and nodded my assent.  

I didn’t need his help any longer, not did we need language.  I rose with a full erection and took just two steps until my giant cock head was inches from Miko’s face.  She whispered a few words in Japanese and then laid her fingers gently on the two sides of my shaft.  

I reached down and lifted her entire body up until she was standing on the chair.  She was so short that even standing on the chair my upright cock slipped under her skirt and nuzzled against her panties.  I didn’t even look at Hiroshi as I drew her to me and kissed her deeply.  As we kissed I brought my hands to her buttocks and pressed her so that my cockhead split her lips right through her panties.

If Hiroshi was concerned about this twist of events, I sure didn’t care.  

I wrapped my arms around Miko and carried her around the room with my cock nested in her crease.  The movement was having an effect on her, as she started to moan and whisper more foreign sounds.  

I set her down and took my seat again.  Standing in front of me, she began to undress.  I stopped her and motioned for Hiroshi to do the honors.  He understood, and in a flash he got behind his wife and unbuttoned her blouse for me.  In less than a minute she stood before me with her tiny bare breasts and itsy bitsy nipples.  My cock waved in front of her and fell to the side.  I lifted it up and gave a few strokes to restore it to it full and upright position.  

Now Hiroshi unfastened he skirt and let it drop.  She stepped out of it and stood there in her little panties.  I don’t know if that’s a more sexy view than total nakedness.  The anticipation and imagination were at a peak as I stared at her.  From head to toe she was every inch worth my every inch.  

Hiroshi surprised us both by suddenly lifting Miko’s panties upward to tighten the effect of the thin nylon against her pussy.  She laughed and turned to scold him.  He laughed, too, and I just enjoyed their playfulness and the nice view they gave me.  

Just as suddenly, down came her panties, and there was a perfect black top.  A little puff of black hair atop and bare lips beneath.  Cum continued to pulse and trickle down my now very hard shaft.  I bathed my dick in my own cum and smiled in grand approval.  Miko seemed pleased that I was pleased.  I nodded and she bowed.  

I decided that since we could not communicate with great clarity about the overall intensions of this visit, I would take matters in my hands and keep the matter as safe as possible.  After all, I want foreign tourists to enjoy their vacations in America!  

With Miko standing there and both her and her husband looking on, I decided to treat them to a jerk off show.  I motioned for Hiroshi to sit in the chair and for him to fuck Miko as she sat on his cock.  I sat across from them and watched as he wiggled his little pecker up into her little slit.  

She stared at me the entire time as her husband fucked her.  I stroked myself up and down and sideways.  She watched me tease myself to near-explosion the back off and slowly build up again and again.  She finally stopped her fucking and knelt in front of me to lick my cock and suck on it.  I think she wanted to help.  

I nodded, and she bowed.

The she turned around and mounted me just like she had her husband.  The only difference was the size of our cocks.  She slowly pressed downward, but my cock only pressed into her slit without entry.  She had one super tight pussy.  

We moved to the bed for easier positioning.  I lay back and she was over me with her cunt stroking up and down my dick.  I felt something unexpected handling my balls.  I looked up and it was Hiroshi.  I didn’t care.  Husbands often like to handle the equipment they’ve engaged for their wives.  It’s part of my job to let the husbands play, too. 

Miko was soon ready to try again.  She squatted down over my erection, and I watched as she tried to lower herself.  She wasn’t putting much pressure on herself, and once again she failed.  My cock slid along her pussy but did not penetrate.   I figured she could take it and would like it, so I flipped her over on her back, spread her legs good, and put some back into the effort of fucking her.  

Her eyes looked a little panicked.  But I smiled, and she bowed just a little.  That seemed to give her courage and confidence.  Then I started to screw.  

We were plenty moist, that was for sure.  I propped her legs on my shoulders and looked down to locate her entry.  Once I got a good fix on that, I motioned for Hiroshi to position my dick at his wife’s opening.  Hiroshi’s a good man.  He not only rested my dick head in her pussy, he gave me a few strokes for good luck.  I gave him a nod and a bow. 

I leaned into my work with a little more force that she had used.  Slowly I felt her give in as my dick pushed its way toward the special pleasure zone.  Her eyes widened considerably and her breathing came in a hurried cadence.  I timed my pulsing pressure with her breathing, and little by little we made progress to the same depth that she was used to from her husband’s cock.  

Now would come the best part.  The best part of fucking another man’s wife is always the penetrating her pussy beyond where her husband normally reaches.  She’s tighter there, and if she hasn’t had children, she’s much tighter.  I love to watch a wife’s face as we move into that new territory.  That’s when she knows she’s being fucked.  Not being made love to.  Not being gently cared for.  But being taken downtown for a fuck.  



I didn’t know how much she could really take nor how deep I should go, so I rested at that point for a bit but slowly fucking her in and out and over and over for a long time.  She was as lubricated and loose as could be when I decided to dive deeper.  

She started to scream just a little so I stopped.  But she grabbed me and pulled me to her as if to say, “More!”  So I pressed harder until I felt her give another inch or two.  I still had a good five inches to go, but I knew I wouldn’t bury my entire schlong.  

The extra inches felt awfully good to me, and Miko seemed to respond with pleasure, too.  I’m not sure I could interpret her reactions, but it appeared that once I pressed deeper into her, she began to have one prolonged orgasm.  It was non-stop as I kept up the strokes and pressure, gaining a little extra depth each time.  

Sometimes I would withdraw my cock entirely, and good old Hiroshi was there to keep stroking my shaft as it enjoyed a little fresh air.  Then, with his good aim, back I’d go for another penetration record.  

I would say we had a good nine inches into her when I decided that enough was enough.  I rested at that point with my cock inside her and wiped the sweat from her brow as she moaned and kept up a steady stream of Japanese words.  We stood up, and I lifted her and rested her down on my cockshaft to her now accustomed depth.  She wrapped her legs around me and we walked around the room laughing and celebrating her accomplishment.  

I sat her down on her chair, her legs splayed apart and her pussy gaping.  I slid backward to my chair and looked at her.  I smiled and nodded.  She smiled and bowed.  And with that, I began my final show for the night.  She knew I was going to stroke myself for her amusement, and Hiroshi hurried over to watch.  After all that fucking and tight pussy treatment, it didn’t take long to reach take-off speed.  

I came with a shudder.  The first spurt launched out and landed at her feet.  The next few grew stronger as I continued to pump.  The second hit her knee.  The third her chest.  Two more went over her head, and the remaining ones trailed back down her body.  She smeared my cum over herself and into her open pussy.  

We relaxed there for several minutes before anyone moved.  It was a very satisfying feeling for all of us.  Even little Hiroshi had gotten off a few times during the night, and I had a suspicion that Miko would get fucked again in the privacy of their own room.  They gathered their clothes and I escorted them to my door.  

As they backed out into the night air, they gave me a little bow.  But instead of returning their courtesy, I put my arm around Miko and kissed her with a long good-night kiss.  The next day we had breakfast together, exchanged addresses, and made plans to stay at the same motel again the next night.  



Japanese Train Ride



All characters are of legal age. hope you all enjoy it and feel free to leave some feedback. 

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"Just a sec babe."

Sophia looked at Richard in surprise as her husband tried to get out of bed. They had been in Tokyo for two weeks now for Richard's MMA Fight and had planned to go to the Fuji Mountains today. But, as his opponent had been switched at the last second last night, he had gotten really beaten up before making the number one contender for the middle weight belt submit, that Sophia had already resigned herself to not going today. 

"Hun, you're in no shape to go today and didn't Coach say that you had to rest up and go to the hospital tonight to get checked out?"

She softly climbed on the bed and caressed his bruised face with her fingertips, careful not to hurt him. As she did, he gave her that look... that look he had when he knew that his career as a professional fighter had yet again cost her something she was looking forward to.

"Why don't you go alone? After all, it's going to be boring here between me resting and plotting our next move, now that I am the next in line to challenge for the belt."

She smiled at him as she started to put the idea aside, but she wasn't able to say anything before he placed a finger on her lips, making her hush.

"You go and have fun, otherwise you'll get me horny and we both know that I won't be able to do anything for a couple of days."

She laughed at him and got up from the bed, resigned that she wouldn't be able to argue with him about that. She hated to see her man get hurt in the ring but the days after a difficult fight where always the worst for her as she always got so horny, her sexual appetite getting so big. Kissing his forehead, she moved to the hotel bathroom to get ready for a day out. 

Stopping in front of the mirror, Sophia smiled. With her 5'10 and 142lbs athletic body she felt like a giant here in Japan. Sophia was an ex-gymnast who had kept her body in shape and liked to show it off. The only thing that had surprised her was that instead of having guys oogle her well filled C-cups, here in Japan, it was her long curly ginger hair that got the most attention. For her hiking trip she decided to wear some daisy duke jean shorts and a khaki shirt that hugged her waist. The backpack and the hiking boots with the big woollen socks finished the look.

After kissing Richard goodbye, she left Tokyo on the Tokaido line to Osaka to spend the day enjoying nature. She ascended the Yoshida Trail in about 6 hours and even if she was already tired and sweaty, it had been totally worth it. She knew that it would take her about 3 hours to get down, so before starting on the way back, she just threw her backpack down and sat down on a rock, taking out a sandwich and a bottle of water. As she took in the scenery she noticed that the air smelled vaguely metallic as if there was a big storm coming. But looking at the clear blue sky, she dismissed it as just her imagination.

"Excuse me miss."

Sophia was startled when she heard the voice call her. She had been enjoying the feeling of the sun on her face for a little while and figured she must have started to dowse off a bit. As she got up she could see that the voice belonged to grandfatherly looking old man.

"You should hurry down miss. We are expecting bad weather and if we do not hurry we will miss the last train."

Sophia thanked the old man and was about to bend over to take her backpack, but the man, faster than his age should normally have allowed him, already picked it up and started to walk down the trail. Stunned for a second she started to follow him, actually grateful that he was carrying her pack for her. He introduced himself as Takamura Genichi, a retired chiropractor from Tokyo, and as they descended Mount Fuji he told her a lot about the path she had been walking on. By the time they were at the train station the weather had turned for the worse; The sky was dark with heavy clouds, and they had been caught in the storm, drenching them to the bone.

"You don't go with the woman in their cabin, miss Sophia?"

Takamura-san asked, as Sophia followed him into the train. She was surprised at the question but figured that it might be one of those famous Japanese courtesy rules. She told him that she'd rather continue their conversation on the way home, if he didn't mind. 

The cabin was already quite crowded so they couldn't sit down. He took a stand against the wall and pointed to the train's overhead rings. Sophia grabbed them even though she knew that it would thrust her boobs almost straight into the old man's face, especially since she knew that it was a pretty bumpy ride.

As a voice gave a speech over the intercom, Sophia heard a collective moan from the other passengers in the cabin. She looked at her guide questioningly.

"Because of the storm they are evacuating the surroundings, so we wait an extra 15 minutes before leaving. It is going to be very crowded."

Sophia sighed as her legs where already getting uncomfortable. Her wet clothes where sticking to her figure and she knew it would be a very unpleasant hour before she would be home. Luckily Takamura-san entertained her with stories about Japan. 

Suddenly the train came to a brutal stop. Sophia was thrown against the other passengers, mashed up between a wave of human bodies all trying to stay upright and she felt a blush reaching her peachy skin as she was smothering Takamura-san with her breasts, until the train came to a stop and everyone was able to find their footing again. As the voice buzzed over the intercom, the normally quiet passengers started to mutter angrily.

"What is the matter Takamura-san?"

Sophia asked, a little worried at the situation.

"A tree fell on the tracks and knocked out the electricity so we are stuck here for a while."

As Sophia's pained expression worried him, he told her that it would be okay; That the train was a safe place to be during a storm and that there were probably already people working on fixing the problem.

"Great, but by the time we get home my legs and back are going to kill me."

She complained as she already felt a big knot forming at the base of her neck and her calves cramping up.

"If you turn around I can massage you. After all, it was my job to help people to get rid of pain in their backs."

As he offered, Sophia thought that it would be great but didn't think it would be doable in this crowded train, but before she could object, Takamura-san had already taken her hand and made her spin around. Skilfully he positioned her by putting his left hand on her neck pushing slightly down, his right hand grabbing her hips and pulling her in against him at the same time as his knee pushed into hers to make her drop a couple of inches. As her hands still held on to the rings she felt a little uncomfortable, but as she noticed how it took her weight off her legs, she sighed in relief.

"That feels better already."

She said as Takamura-san placed both of his hands on her shoulders and started to work on her tense muscles. Quickly she felt her shoulders getting looser. Feeling the old man grab her neck, she was wondering what he was doing when he gave it a sharp snap. The popping of bone and the moan of relief were clearly audible in the cabin as Sophia's neck cracked, releasing a lot of the tension she had in her back. Then, placing his hands on her hips he started to dig his thumbs between her spine and her dorsal muscles. 

"Maybe next time you should warn me before you do that."

She said, hinting that she could try to keep it quite then, but as he worked his way up her spine, he just chuckled and told her that if he did, she would tense up in anticipation and that it then wouldn't have the same effect. She could see that they now had the attention from several men in the cabin, but she tried to ignore them. Takamura-san had also noticed, and he winked at one of the men who had noticed that the old man had skilfully unhooked her bra while she was talking, without her noticing. The man nudged one of his co-workers to share the view he had.

As the old chiropractor used his knuckle to trace a line over her spine, Sophia bit her lower lip to not moan out loud again as another shiver ran through her body. She heard Takamura-san ask if she would mind if he undid the two bottom buttons of her shirt so that he could reach her back better. Not really thinking, Sophia just nodded, feeling how the old man slipped his hands in front of her to open up her blouse a little, revealing her tight tummy to the cabin. Slipping his hands under her shirt, he started to massage her lower back hard enough that it almost looked like she was grinding against him. 

Then his hands moved up to her lower arms. As he massaged them, Sophia let go of the hoops and let him guide her upper body against his. Then, feeling him working his hands against her hips, she bit her lip, again trying not to moan.

"Your core is very blocked, Miss Sophia. Do you want me to unblock it for you?"

She just nodded as the old man immediately started to massage her abs from side to middle and from top to bottom. She could feel all the stress leaving her body. She even started to forget where she was as her eyes were closed and his hands lulled her into a very relaxed state of mind. More men were now looking as they saw her eyes close, her breasts were moving with the rhythm of her deep relaxed breaths. 

"I need to go about an inch lower to fully unblock your core, dear."

The old man said, as Sophia was just melting under his expert hands.

"So be a good girl and undo the top button of your shorts."

Without thinking about what she was doing, Sophia reached for her waistband. As she popped two of the four buttons on her shorts, the men in the cabin smiled at each other as they recognised the skill of the chikan technician. He leaned in, whispering something into the ear of the redhead, as his hands now started to run circles under the waistband of her shorts until the young woman popped the rest of the buttons open, pulling her shorts apart and rolling it out of the way, revealing the top of a pair of sexy pink panties, a little white bow on them. 

Sophia couldn't believe how relaxed she felt as the old man was working his craft on her. As she felt his hands skilfully rub her lower abs, she felt more relaxed than ever before, so when Takamura-san whispered into her ear to open up the rest of her shirt and then turn around so that he could continue to work on her back she didn't even hesitate. Slowly opening her shirt, she bared her toned and lean torso to the men in the cabin who were all silent, afraid to break the almost magical spell the technician had on the redhead. As she leaned her head back on the old man's shoulder, he pushed her shirt open and started to massage her back from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back.

"You are so tense Miss, if you really want to relax you have to push down your bottoms for a couple of more inches."

He said on a neutral tone. Trusting him, she slowly hooked her thumbs in her waistband and pushed her shorts down so that the her crack of her tight sexy ass was now visible to the men. Rubbing her lower back, Takamura-san started to slowly push against the waistband of the woman's panties, but, as he felt the woman tense up a little, he slid his hands back up. Then sliding them to the front to rub her shoulders and neck, he smiled at her low moans of pleasure.

"I cannot work well against your shirt like this Miss."

He said as he put some pressure on her neck muscles. Not wanting this to end, Sophia pushed her shirt off over her shoulders and didn't stop Takamura-san from just sliding it off completely. Then sliding the already unsnapped bra from her chest, he took her arms and crossed them under her breasts, propping her creamy white mounts upwards. Speaking in Japanese to the man behind her, she felt two large hands wrap themselves around her body, grabbing her elbows. Rubbing her shoulders, the old man smiled at her.

"Take a deep breath and relax."

As he said that, he let his hands drop to her breasts at the same time that the man behind her lifted her off her feet. Sophia felt her spinal cord pop every vertebrae, releasing a wave of pleasure in her brain. At the same time, Takamura-san pinched her nipples, sending a wave of pleasure to her special parts. As her feet touched the ground, her mind was a blur. Her body felt stimulated and relaxed as more hands started to massage her, but at the same time she knew that this wasn't right.

"No, you can't do this."

She whispered and half-moaned as she felt her shorts dropping to her ankles. Takamura-san knew she was so aroused that she didn't need much more before she would give in to the pleasure she was feeling. Grabbing her crotch, he started to rub and stoke it, stimulating her clit with his thumb through her soaked panties.

" Are you sure you want us to stop?"

The redhead bit her lip, shaking her head no. The old man grinned at the other passengers as he slipped one finger under her panties to caress her wet folds.

"If you don't want this, all you have to do is put your clothes back on."

He said, as he slowly slipped a finger deep inside her soaked pussy.

"But if you want to enjoy some more, just drop your panties and relax."

Sophia knew this was wrong and she wanted to stop it, but as the old man curled his finger and rubbed her g-spot, she felt her self-control evaporate as the men stimulated her breasts and ass. As the old man started to slowly pull his fingers out of her wet pussy, Sophia gasped. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and took a deep breath. The cabin was so quiet you could hear a needle fall as the beautiful redhead slowly peeled her panties over her hips, revealing a small patch of trimmed pubic hair and a beautiful tight round ass. 

As she stepped out of her pants, leaving her standing only in her hiking boots, for a second, nobody moved. Then taking the lead, Takamura-san grabbed the girl by her ass and pulled her against him, pressing his head between her perfect tits. As her breasts and ass were getting mashed and groped, she felt someone grab her neck and twist her head to the side. A big Japanese man grabbed her face and started to kiss her. At first she just let the man mouth-rape her, but as her nipples started to get twisted, she opened her lips and started to kiss him back.

Sophia moaned low in her throat as she felt Takamura-san push her knees apart and started to kiss her swollen pussy lips; his tongue skilfully darting around her soaking pussy, flirting with her erect bud. Sophia was lost in a wave of pleasure as one of the men placed her left hand on his hard cock. Letting instinct take over, she grabbed the warm meat-stick and started to jerk it off. Reaching with her right hand, she found another man and she pulled him closer by his pants.

Prompted by her eagerness, the man started to lick her neck and ears as she started to fumble with his belt. As his pants came open, she grabbed the hard cock in it and started to stroke it to the great amusement of the other men in the cabin. 

Suddenly she was picked up and bent over one of the seats, her ass sticking up high in the air. Taking a hold of two hard cocks again, Sophia moaned like a slut. It didn't take long for one of the other men to place his manhood in front of her face. She could smell the sweat and pre-cum on him, and like a good little whore, she took it all in, whimpering around the cock in her mouth as someone shoved two fingers deep in her pussy from behind while a tongue rimmed her asshole. A ferocious scream escaped her lips as the first orgasm wracked her body. But, as the glow faded, she noticed that the men would not let this end so soon. 

She could feel a cock enter her from behind, stretching her open, as a new cock appeared in front of her face. For a second she wondered where the first cock she had been sucking was, but then, a thick warm spray covered her left cheek and she knew. The men continued to take turns fucking her mouth and pussy, pulling out to shoot their loads all over her body. Sophia was so lost in her own lust that she hadn't noticed the train starting to move again. 

After yet another mind-blowing orgasm had crashed over her body, she was guided to a corner of the train car. There, Takamura-san placed his cock between her breasts and started to fuck the shit out of them, groaning as he slide his cock up and down between her firm mounds. Sophia smiled up at the old man as he unloaded his balls all over her chest and face, emptying them. Then, all the men came to stand in front of her, moaning as they stroked their cocks, covering her in their thick white cum. As they covered her body, she passed out due to exhaustion.

When the train arrived at its destination, she was found by a police officer, naked, covered in cum, and with her clothes neatly folded on a seat next to her. A little note was folded in her bra.

"This service was brought to you by the Chikan Brotherhood. Travel by train again!' 



Japanese Wife Entertains Friends



I met my wife while teaching at a West Coast University. She was a student. English Literature was a favorite subject for many Japanese exchange students. Although she was born and grew up in a small town in Northern Japan, she learned English early and excelled in school... earning a scholarship to the school where I had taught for 10 years. When we met, she was 23... I was 45. We married the week after her graduation. The 22-year difference in age didn't seem to bother her; however, that was 10 years ago. Although I stay in relatively good physical condition by running, daily calisthenics and a healthy diet, my sex drive has diminished over the years. 

Hiroko is 5 feet 5 inches tall, 115 pounds, beautiful long black hair, sparkling eyes, charming outgoing personality, and a body that would tempt the most pious man to commit adultery... 35 C-cup, 23, 35. She stays physically fit through a dedicated series of aerobic exercises, swimming and tennis. In bed she's a real tiger, especially after a bottle of wine or a few shots of scotch. 

To my knowledge she has never cheated on our marriage. In fact, away from home, while in public, she's very conservative in speech, dress, and behavior. 

This brings me to the event that dramatically changed our relationship. I retired from teaching five years ago and we moved to the countryside, where I became a freelance, communication consultant. Life is good. We built a Japanese style home on a tall hill surrounded by enchanting meadows and graceful trees. Once a week we drive to a nearby town, about 30 minutes away and do shopping, eat at one of several nice restaurants, and maybe catch a movie. We have a few friends, but most are my age, so Hiroko has adapted to a rather slow paced, predictable existence.

One day, I received a phone call from a former student. He's a rather successful business executive and despite his good looks and pleasant personality has remained unmarried. He was on a business trip in our area and wanted to drop by for a visit. An associate was traveling with him, so he politely asked if his friend could come along as well. I was overjoyed. Tom was one of my favorite students and we enjoyed many heated debates about politics, society, and various other controversial topics. I immediately agreed to the visit and asked where they were staying. They planned to check into a hotel about 100 miles from our. I insisted they spend the night with us, since we had a large guest bedroom. 

Hiroko was very excited when I told her about the imminent arrival of Tom and his friend. We seldom have guests over to the house, especially people in their '30s'. She busied herself with preparations. They arrived about 4:30 in the afternoon. Looking out the living room window, I saw the sleek Lincoln Town Car turn onto the long, winding road that leads up the hill to our home. Hiroko was dressed in a colorful Yukata (Japanese Summer Kimono). We greeted them at the door and immediately served cold beer and snacks. Hours passed quickly, as we reminisced and chatted while drinking, eating and laughing. Tom's friend, Darren, is a very handsome black man. His skin is light brown and facial features are very similar to the movie actor, Denzel Washington. 

Hiroko was flattered by all the attention she was receiving. Both men showered her with compliments about her good looks and gracious hospitality.

When we ran out of beer and wine, I suggested that they take a bath in our large Japanese-style ofuro (bathtub), while I drive to the nearby village to replenish our booze supply... a 40-minute round-trip. 

The bath was a spacious room that closely resembled one of the many charming onsens (hot spring baths) found throughout Japan. The sunken tub can hold up to ten people, and had served as a wonderful playpen for my young wife and I. It faces a large, well-groomed Japanese Garden, which can be viewed through a huge picture window. The garden is surrounded by a tall bamboo fence to insure privacy, even though we live in the country, far from any neighbors. Hiroko handed them fresh Summer Kimonos. Before leaving, I told them to yell out for Hiroko if they needed instructions in how to take a Japanese Bath. In Japan, people soap, scrub, and rinse outside the bath, then soak in very hot water. 

As I walked toward the garage, I suddenly remembered that I had purchased two cases of beer and a case of wine over a month ago. I had stored most of the beer in the refrigerator in the garage, while the wine was in a cellar under the house. I was relieved that I didn't have to take the long trip and began to retrieve the refreshments. After transferring the bottled beer to a plastic case, I carried them into the house through the kitchen entrance.

As I entered the door, I heard Tom calling Hiroko's name. She had not seen me come into the house and went to the bathroom entrance, slightly pulled the sliding door ajar and asked what they needed. He explained that he was a bit confused about the buckets, stools, rough textured towels and what to do with them. She said "just a minute", then reached down to pull the back inner hem of her kimono through her legs, lifted it up and secured it in the sash that held her robe in place. This exposed her fine legs, which were slightly tanned and well-toned from regular exercise. She then secured both sleeves of the kimono up on her shoulders. 

When she entered the bathroom, I quickly exited the house and quietly went around to the garden gate. By the time I took position behind a large bush that offered an uninterrupted view of the entire bathroom, Hiroko was already behind Tom, scrubbing his back with a soap-soaked towel. Both men were totally nude, sitting on the small wooden stools. Their pubic area was covered with a hand towel, but I could see a large bulge forming under Tom's towel. The top windows were open to allow air circulation, so I could easily hear their conversation. Tom was asking if it was O.K. for her to be in the bathroom with them. She said "you heard my husband, he said to call me if you needed any instructions on how to take a Japanese Bath". She smiled and kept scrubbing. She told them that in Japan it was common for young girls to take baths with their fathers up to 9 years old, sometimes older. The girls learned how to soap, scrub and rinse using their dads' for practice. 

After thoroughly cleaning Tom's back, she moved around the stool facing him. She began scrubbing his face, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, feet and while on her knees removed the small towel covering his penis. He was shocked at the matter-of-fact way she exposed him; however, I could tell that she was also shocked when she saw Tom's monster, 9 inch cock spring up into the air. I am about six inches and her father is even smaller. I know because her father and I have bathed together at several hot springs.

She quickly began to rub foamy soap all over his rock hard cock. Soon she asked him to rise up off the stool so that she could slide her hands over his butt, into the crack and insert her finger up into his anus, insuring everything was thoroughly clean. She then re-focused her attention on his hard, stiff rod and balls. It appeared that she was jacking him off as she stared at the huge dick, which was obviously the biggest one she had ever seen. Suddenly she came out of the trance she was in, picked up a bucket of water and rinsed him off. Tom's penis was twitching from all the fondling it had received. It was now Darren's turn. When she got to the unveiling process, her mouth dropped opened to see his 11-inch tool. By the time she was finished, I thought Darren would have shot his load right then and there; but he was able to hold back. I'm sure I would have emptied my cum all over her hand.

She then instructed Tom and Darren to get into the large sunken bath tub. By now, they seemed more comfortable being naked in front of her as they walked to the large pool-like bathing tub. Darren tested the water with his foot and immediately jerked it back, saying "you've got to be crazy... that stuff is boiling hot!" Tom repeated the action with a similar remark. Both men said that the water was much to hot. Hiroko laughed and said that most of the time Japanese used even hotter water. She then stood up walked passed them while untying the sash on her robe. 

With her back to both men, she let it drop to the floor exposing her perfectly formed backside in all its naked splendor. I could read the deep appreciation in Tom and Darren's eyes. In fact, I must say it was more like lust than appreciation. She then slowly stepped into the tub lowering herself until the water level was neck-deep. Turning around she offered her hand to the men saying "See, it's not that hot... I'm here." 

Darren was not so sure and Tom also appeared hesitant. Hiroko then told them that if they came into the tub and submerged to the neck for a slow count to ten she would give them a big surprise. Darren held back, but this was enough to drive Tom in the water. In one swift move, he was submerged while Hiroko counted off at an agonizingly slow pace. By the time she reached five, Tom stated that the water was starting feel comfortable... even pleasant. This still did not persuade Darren to take the plunge. 

When she finished the count to ten she congratulated Tom and asked him to stand up. The water was about mid thigh so that his large cock was now sticking straight out several inches above water level. Hiroko then reached up and began to stoke it. After several pumps, she started to lick the large head. Tom's eyes rolled back in pleasure. Darren nearly dove into the water and after surfacing began his much faster count down. In the meantime, Hiroko looked up at Tom's eyes with a lustful stare, and slid her tongue down the shaft causing Tom to moan with deep pleasure. This continued for another three minutes, while Darren looked on in envy. As she worked her lips and tongue up the shaft, starting at the balls, I could see pre-cum forming on the tip. When she saw the evidence she told him that he was ready for the mat. In the corner of the bathroom was a large air mattress where I had enjoyed many magnificent massages at the hands of my exotic wife.

Within one minute Darren had produced his first drop of lust juice and was also sent to the mat. She told the two men to lie down on their stomachs. As her two playmates took their positions, Hiroko poured a bucket of water over her body from the neck down. A large bottle of liquid soap was employed to distribute swirls of the slick bubbly stuff from top to bottom. After lathering up she looked like a princess in a white chiffon dress. She lowered herself to Darren's back and began to slither and squirm, using her luscious body as a wash cloth. It was obvious Darren had a boner to end all boners as he tried to reposition his hips to relieve the tight confines of his weapon. She then slithered over to Tom, who responded in kind. I couldn't tell who was enjoying the action more... the two men or Hiroko.

Hiroko suddenly stood up and ordered her subjects to turn over. Once on their backs there was no more speculation as to the condition of their arousal. Both looked like flagpoles. A seductive smile came over Hiroko's face as she straddled Tom's hips. Then she slowly squatted, maintaining her balance on the soles of her feet, until the tip of his cock came in contact with the entrance to her soaking pussy. She slowly revolved her hips causing Tom's penis to actually expand in expectation. Ever so slowly she moved down... at a wanton, sensual pace... Tom's was in ecstasy when she reached the halfway point. I could see the muscles in her legs controlling the pressure. I could also tell by the small ripples flowing over your firm flat tummy that her vaginal muscles were at work massaging Tom's hard rod. She asked him if it felt good? He almost yelled, "Yes, please don't stop". 

Hiroko reached over and began stroking Darren's throbbing shaft. "Don't worry, you're next"... her voice was deep and raspy as she stared into his eyes. Suddenly Tom lifted his body off the air mattresses... taking Hiroko with him. His low grunts were filled with helpless moans of pleasure. I could see his sperm backing out of her pussy, as droplets of his pearly cum trickled down her inner thighs. Hiroko was in sync as she yelled in an earth-shattering climax that had her body trembling with gratification. They both remained frozen in ecstasy for one full minute. 

Slowly my awakened wife-slut rose off Tom like a triumphant Olympic wrestler, who had just pinned her final opponent in quest of the gold medal and then repositioned herself atop Darren. His magnificent brown cock was at least two inches longer and an inch thicker than the one she had just conquered. She was totally lubricated as the first penetration took her to the base of his pole in a fraction of a second. In slow motion, she used the muscles in her pussy to stimulate his erection. 

His eyes began to roll back in their sockets, as the sensation became overwhelming. Her stomach undulated erotically demonstrating the rhythmic action inside. A smile of total lust covered her face while the moment of orgasm approached. Darren let go with a violence convulsion that almost sent Hiroko flying across the room, but she had already braced herself by grabbing onto his hands before the volcanic eruption of sperm flooded her vagina. Gobs of goo seeped from her cunt. 

Her internal massage continued until Darren could move no more. When there rapid breathing and moans returned to normal... she arose, went over to one of the small stools and flushed herself of their combined seed. She then entered the bathtub once more, and reemerged within seconds, quickly dried off, slipped on her yukata and exited the room, while her two victims lie recuperating on the air mattress.

I rushed from my hiding place behind the bush in the garden, quietly making my way to the garage door. I gathered the case of beer and bottles of wine, prior to making a grand entrance, yelling... "Honey, I'm back... are we ready for another round ". She was calmly standing at the kitchen counter cutting cheese into small cubes. "Oh you're back so soon"... her voice was filled with deep satisfaction and contentment.

Within minutes we were all back in the living room sucking up beer, laughing, and pretending nothing had changed since the moment I walked out the door about one hour earlier... but so much had changed. My sweet Japanese wife was now a helpless slut who would need her newfound addiction for young hard cocks quenched regularly and I was to be the lucky audience.