6 comments/ 58236 views/ 14 favorites The Good Citizen By: BTI1 Chapter 1 – Improving International Relations I have always had a knack for finding people when they really need me and then taking advantage of them. In college I would go visit the girls that my buddies had just dumped and most of the time wound up fucking them just to help them believe that they were still attractive and sexy. It was the same in business. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was 17 and my sister and I inherited just over $2 million. Most was in real estate and my sister had just gotten married and needed cash so I took $1.7 million in real estate and she took $400k in cash. Sounds unfair but we both got what we needed. She went off and raised a family and I went off to college on a full ride scholarship. Timing was good so when I got out of school my real estate was worth nearly $3 million but didn't throw off enough cash to support my lifestyle so I got a good job at a bank and traded some of my holdings for a nice condo downtown. I had been at the bank for a couple of years and was now an assistant vice president and handling some of the less desirable commercial clients – used car dealers, small restaurants, etc. My first interesting opportunity came one day when one of my clients – the owner of three Chinese restaurants – came to me for a $200,000 loan. He was very vague about the reason he needed the money, the source of repayment and just kept saying it was a good deal and I should loan him the money. It was clearly not a bankable deal but my curiosity was piqued so I told him the bank would not lend him the money but I might have another source. I set up a meeting at his main restaurant for that night. When I got there I was escorted to his private office by a stunning Asian woman in a very tight short black dress. Her nipples were protruding through the material and the outline of her thong was visible on her hips. Her long black hair shone as she led be back through the diners. She knocked once and a gruff "come" came from the other side of the door. She opened it and bowed as I removed my shoes and entered a 20 by 30 foot opulent office. I have always liked oriental design and this was outstanding. Black lacquer and silk was everywhere in the room. Mr. Kenji Ohtsuka rose and offered his hand as I entered and walked across the deeply padded carpet in my socks. "Thank you for coming Brad-san," he said as we shook hands. "I know this is after hours for you and I deeply appreciate you coming to my office. Would you like a drink?" "I normally don't mix business and pleasure but for you Mr. Ohtsuka I certainly will," I replied knowing that to turn down this offer would be an affront. "Sake at 98 degrees would be wonderful thank you." "How do you know about 98 degree sake?" he asked with raised eyebrows and a small smile crossing his face. "I would have expected you to ask for a Bud," he said with a little smirk. "There are many things you don't know about me Mr. Ohtsuka," I replied. "For example, my first girlfriend was Asian. Her parents were from Tokyo and her father was my first martial arts master. He helped me learn many Asian customs beyond just martial arts and, in fact, took me to Tokyo and Seoul for international competitions. My parents were killed when I was 17 and their family became like my own." His smile widened as I was telling this story and without a word he stood and moved to a large black lacquer cabinet behind his desk and opened both doors to reveal a full set of Samurai armor with several swords hanging on each door. "I myself am descended from Samurai and live by the Bushido code," he said turning toward me and bowing deeply. "I knew there was something I liked about you Brad-san. I will get our Sake and we can talk." He picked up the phone and barked an order in Japanese and then turned back to me. "How much time do you have?" I have to be back at my desk in the morning," I said, understanding that Asians typically like to take their time doing business. "Unless our business takes longer than that and then I can call in sick." A single soft knock on the door received the same gruff "come" that I heard earlier and the same spectacular woman entered carrying a tray with two small glasses and a large porcelain carafe. As she bent to place the tray on the desk it was all I could do /to not stare at her. I kept my eyes locked on Ohtsuka as she silently glided from the office. "You don't find Hiroku attractive?" Ohtsuka asked with a stern look on his face as the door closed. "Dangerously attractive Mr. Ohtsuka," I said. "She is stunning but I learned in Tokyo that women are property in Asia and to inappropriately admire another man's property can have dire consequences. Particularly if that man is skilled with a sword as I suspect you are." Ohtsuka's stern expression broke into a loud laugh as he rocked back in his chair. "You certainly have been schooled well and, yes, Hiroku is my property as you will see. We will enjoy our Sake the way it was meant to be enjoyed." He then reached for the phone and barked another order into the receiver. This time there was no knock, only the sound of the door behind me opening. Ohtsuka looked over my shoulder and spoke again in Japanese. I heard some rustling in back of me and it was all I could do to not turn around and see what was happening. I felt someone behind me at the same time I saw a young woman walk around in back of Ohtsuka and stand behind his chair. She was no more than 5 feet tall with jet black hair piled on her head and she was completely naked. Her small breasts sat high on her chest and her nearly black erect nipples stood out at least an inch. Each nipple was pierced and had a small gold ring hanging down. "Get comfortable Brad-san and we will enjoy our Sake in the traditional way of the Samurai," Ohtsuka said as the girl began massaging his shoulders. "Take off your coat and relax. We will talk business later." I stood and started removing my suit jacket and turned to see Hiroku naked behind me. She bowed deeply and took my suit coat from me. She was every bit a stunning as I had expected with firm 34B breasts and also huge black nipples. Hers were also pierced with the same small gold rings. I stopped moving and stared at her. "Is something wrong Brad-san," she asked with a thick accent and looking hurt. "You not like Hiroku? We have other young pretty girls I could get." "No, no, no," I stammered. "You might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are spectacular. I apologize if I offended you." "Hiroku is not as young as some of the others and I understand if Brad-san wants a young girl," she said quietly with her eyes cast down. I lifted her chin and looked directly into her nearly obsidian eyes framed by her long silky hair. "You are perfect. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. Now undress me Hiroku," I said in a firm voice as I pulled off my tie. She wore a broad smile as she expertly removed all of my clothing and folded it neatly on the chair next to the one I had been sitting in. I could hear Ohtsuka grunting behind me and turned enough to see the small woman on her knees between his legs rubbing his cock and balls with some sort of oil. "That is special Japanese oil to make penis very big and very hard for very long time," Hiroku explained as she pushed me gently back into the chair I had been in earlier. "Hiroku not think you need it right now." She glided between my legs and took my rock hard cock into her mouth while she massaged my chest with one hand and my balls with the other. Slowly my cock disappeared into her mouth. I was not sure where it was going but then felt it slide part way into her throat. I had no idea how she could breathe or keep from gagging but didn't care. Her throat was tighter and softer than any pussy I had ever felt. This was a completely new experience for me and I was in oblivion. Without warning she pushed a finger deep in my ass. I moaned and started coming down her throat. My hips were bucking as I pulsed three or four huge loads into this small Asian woman and then collapsed in the chair. I felt my cock slip from her mouth and her finger slide out of my ass as I lay in the chair barely conscious. Hiroku walked around the desk and met the other little Asian woman as she poured Sake into the small ceramic cups. They each took a cup and headed back to their respective men. I noticed that Ohtsuka's cock was still relatively hard and, while not terribly long, was very thick. Hiroku bowed as she handed me the Sake and caught me staring at the gold rings on her nipples. "You like little decorations Brad-san?" she said as she massaged her breasts pulling on the gold rings. "They signify I belong to Ohtsuka and make nipples very sensitive. Sometimes Ohtsuka hook girls together for fun. Drink Sake and then we have more fun." As I drank the Sake I could feel a tingling as it went down my throat. It tasted like other Sake I had tried before but more earthy. "What type of Sake is this?" I asked. "It tastes a little different than what I have had before." "It special Sake made from old Japanese recipe," Hiroku replied. "It help you get hard again so we can keep sexing all night if you want." "Are you enjoying our business meeting so far Brad-san?" Ohtsuka called from the other side of the desk. "Just let Hiroku know if you need anything and she will get it for you." "Thank you Mr. Ohtsuka," I said. "This is the best meeting I have ever been to although I am not sure how I am going to write it up in my activity report for the bank." That got a laugh from Ohtsuka who then pulled the other woman onto his lap. I watched as his thick hard cock worked its way into her very small pussy. As she started sliding up and down on his pole the syrupy juices from her cunt coated his cock and balls. That got my cock stiff and Hiroku knelt between my legs and began massaging my cock and balls with some oil from a very old looking flask. My cock tingled a bit as she massaged it and I felt my dick get even harder and was now like a rock. I am not huge but sport a respectable 7-incher that is nicely proportioned and relatively thick. It was as long and hard as it had ever been. I pushed Hiroku back onto the carpet and moved between her legs, pushing them wide apart as I moved forward. I sat back and gazed down at this beautiful woman spread before me. Her pubic hair – what there was of it - was silky black and straight. It was matted down around the lips of her cunt where her juices had leaked. I leaned forward and licked from her anus to her clit tasting the juices filling her vagina. She moaned and squirmed as I reached her clit and I knew she was close to orgasm. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue and that sent her over the edge into a quivering moaning orgasm. As her orgasm subsided I moved the head of my cock to her wet opening and pushed the head inside. Like I said before, I am not huge, but she was very small. The head of my cock stretched her tight cunt and I could tell that the friction was working her toward another climax. Between the Sake, the special lotion, this incredibly beautiful woman and the sounds of Ohtsuka and his girl fucking on the other side of the desk my cock was like a battering ram. He was not to be denied and he was going deep. I thrust my penis in as far as it would go and felt it hit Hiroku's cervix. Her grimace told me that was not a pleasurable event for her and so I backed out a little. "You are very large Brad-san, perhaps we should try a different way," Hiroku panted. I slowly withdrew my dripping cock and watched as Hiroku turned onto her stomach. She reached back and spread the cheeks of her ass and said "Sometimes this way is better with large men. This hole is smaller but you can go deeper." "Are you sure?" I asked incredulously. "I don't want to hurt you." "The line between pleasure and pain is a thin one and this will bring me some pain but much pleasure. Please fuck me in my ass now," Hiroku said emphatically. I moved the head of my cock to her tight anus and began pushing. I felt her take a deep breath and push back against me. The head of my cock slipped inside. I waited for a minute and then began pushing deeper into her tight anal cavity. I have not had a ton of experience with anal sex and am always amazed at the intensity. My whole body was engaged as I continued to push into Hiroku. This was serious fucking. Hiroku reached back and squirted some of the oil onto my cock as it slowly disappeared in her ass. I could feel her breathing deeply as my cock completed its forward journey. "Are you OK?" I asked. "I have never felt anything like this in my life." "I too have never felt anything like this," she panted. "I have never been so full. It is incredible. Fuck me now." I started moving my cock in and out of her asshole increasing the length each time until only the head of my cock was inside at the top of each stroke and I was balls-deep on the other end. Hiroku was flat on her stomach, moaning and squirming as my cock plundered her ass. It felt like I was driving her into the floor. Soon my cock could take no more and I felt my orgasm building. Hiroku's moans were becoming louder and louder as she squirmed in orgasm under me. I felt her sphincter spasm around my cock and let go with a torrent of sperm into her rectum. I caught myself with my arms as I collapsed forward so I wouldn't crush this little Asian woman still skewered on the end of my slowly deflating cock. Hiroku moaned as the head slid from her ass followed by a trickle of sticky cum. The clapping from behind me startled me. "Well done Brad-san!" Ohtsuka cried. "I have seen Hiroku come many times but never like that. Excellent job Samurai!" I was in no condition to respond as I climbed off Hiroku and lay on the floor next to her. She turned and looked at me with eyes that were dreamy and soft as if she had been drugged. "Thank you Brad-san," she said quietly. "It is my place to bring you pleasure but I fear I have enjoyed this more than you." "Not possible," I said as I stroked her silky hair. "That was the most incredible experience of my life." "You are young Brad-san," bellowed Ohtsuka from his chair. "I believe we will have many more experiences together. Our Samurai code teaches us to live for the moment and this is a moment to savor and we will always have it to remember but there are many more adventures ahead for both of us. Now the women will bathe us and we can plan our next moves." The next half hour was occupied by the two women washing us with warm towels and finishing by dressing us in soft silk robes. They gathered the empty sake cups and silently glided out of the office. "Now Brad-san let's talk some business," Ohtsuka said in a firm business-like tone. "I am curious to hear your proposal." It took me about 10 minutes to explain that American banks do not lend $250,000 for unspecified projects with no collateral and minimal financial disclosure from the borrower. "So then you are saying that you cannot finance my project," Ohtsuka said curtly. "No, sir, I said my bank will not finance your project. I will," I replied. "As I mentioned earlier my parents passed away when I was a teenager and I acquired a fair amount of real estate which has appreciated quite nicely. I have a $250,000 line of credit that I will use to loan you the money. I do not need collateral. Your word is all I need. I can have the money to you easily in two days." Ohtsuka sat back in his chair and said nothing for a full minute. The he leaned forward and said "I am touched Brad-san. If I had any questions about this project I would not let you participate but I don't and it is very important that it get done." "I know you would not have asked if it was not important Mr. Ohtsuka," I said. "I will arrange for the money to be here in two days. How would you like it?" "Always in a hurry," Ohtsuka laughed. "Slow down Brad-san. Let's have some dinner and let me tell you about the project. Then let's see if there might be a different way for you to participate." Ohtsuka picked up the phone and again barked some commands in Japanese. I was thinking that I really needed to learn that language if I was going to be hanging around here much. Ohtsuka stood and moved to a small alcove behind his desk and reached into the bookcase. A door silently swung open and he gestured for me to join him as we walked through the wall into another ornate room. This one was open with pillows of various sizes spread around the room. Ohtsuka moved to the far side of the room and arranged some pillows and sat down cross-legged. I followed and did the same. No sooner had we sat down than two beautiful young girls placed trays in front of us and setting out food and drink. The food looked and smelled fantastic. "I come from a small village in the mountains of Japan," Ohtsuka began. "This is very much like the hall where the village elders gathered. I built this to remind me of my roots. This is also relevant to our project." "The water system in my village is failing. The government will only pay for half of the repair it as it is 300 years old. It needs to be completely replaced because without the water system the village will have to move from the mountains and our culture will be lost. We have endured for thousands of years and I cannot allow that to happen. The cost is $2 million. I have put in $750,000, the government has agreed to pay $1 million but I need another $250,000 before they will fund the project. That is where you come in. You will provide the last $250,000. It must be in cash so I can place it in a Japanese bank in escrow for the government." "Let me know where to wire the funds and I will have it there by the close of business tomorrow," I said confidently. "I can offer you several forms of collateral," Ohtsuka continued. "None are very traditional or bankable but valuable nonetheless." "Your word is all I need," I said. "It is stronger and more binding than anything I can think of." "You have my solemn word Brad-san," Ohtsuka said with a small bow of his head. "Then we have a deal," I said as I offered my hand. "Banzii!" Ohtsuka barked as he shook my hand with a large smile. "This night has gone far better than I expected. I am empowered by the elders of the village to grant citizenship to any worthy person and you, Brad-san, are worthy. I hereby declare you a warrior of our village and a member of my clan - the Tonagawas. I also appoint you to the council of elders. Welcome Brad Tonagawa-san!" "Thank you Ohtsuka," I said bowing my head. "Now we will dine and be entertained," Ohtsuka said as he settled into the large cushion. I did the same and began sampling some of the food as some traditional Japanese music began playing softly. When I looked up the two girls who served the food were in the middle of the room and began slowly dancing. As they moved around the room watching each other I recognized Karate moves in their movements. The movements were so mesmerizing I barely noticed that they had begun to remove their robes and soon their lithe young bodies were moving in rhythm to the soft music completely naked. They danced slowly toward each other and met right in front of Ohtsuka and me where they began stroking and caressing each other. I jumped when I felt a pair of hands begin massaging my shoulders from behind. "Are you enjoying the show Brad-san?" Hiroku whispered in my ear. "The girl on the left is my niece. She is beautiful don't you think?" The girl was no more than 5 feet tall and probably weighed 90 pounds. Her small firm breasts were topped by nearly black inch-long nipples both of which were pierced with silver studs. Her pubic hair was trimmed but what was there was long, straight and jet black just like the hair on her head. It was matted down with her juices. The Good Citizen Arrives I woke up as the plane began its descent toward our landing in Japan. I looked out the window and wondered what adventure awaited me on the ground. I had recently become an investor in a water project in a small village in Japan and was on my way to see the project first hand. I am a banker by profession but this was a deal that I had financed on my own. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was 17 and my sister and I inherited just over $2 million. Most was in real estate and my sister had just gotten married and needed cash so I took $1.7 million in real estate and she took $400k in cash. Sounds unfair but we both got what we needed. She went off and raised a family and I went off to college on a full ride scholarship. Timing was good so when I got out of school my real estate was worth nearly $3 million but didn't throw off enough cash to support my lifestyle so I got a good job at a bank and traded some of my holdings for a nice condo downtown. Several weeks ago one of my clients, Kenji Ohtsuka, had come to me with a loan request for $250,000 but the bank was not in the business of making unsecured loans to fund water reconstruction projects in another country. I had the money and decided to take a chance. The night that we closed the deal had been one of the greatest of my life. I was treated to a night of sexual discovery and debauchery the likes of which I had only dreamed. Since that night, I had been assigned a driver and was chauffeured everywhere by a large Asian man named Torizuka. I had also been visited each night by a series of Asian women between the age of 18 and 21 from what I could tell. None of them spoke much English but they were all very talented sexually and I had been enjoying myself immensely. The first one to show up had been Suki, a girl I enjoyed the night we agreed on the loan. She knocked on my door at 9:30 and as soon as I closed the door behind her she grabbed me and kissed me deeply. I was in sweats and a t-shirt as I had just finished working out. She pulled the sweats around my ankles and began sucking my cock right there by the front door. I pulled her to her feet and led her to the shower where we both got in. I fucked her three times, the last one in her ass, and then we fell asleep. Her tiny little body wrapped around mine beautifully and in the morning she woke me with a blow job. My trip down memory lane was rudely interrupted by the captain coming on the speaker and making an announcement in Japanese. I assumed it was to buckle up so I did just as the plane banked steeply toward an airfield in the distance. Ohtsuka had hitched a ride on a Gulfstream 5 owned by Honda. It was about half full of well dressed Japanese businessmen, myself and one stunning Asian woman – Hiroku. She had also been there the night we closed the deal and we had fucked several times. Today she was dressed very professionally and was traveling as Ohtsuka's assistant. As we deplaned I noticed that we were at a private airfield in what appeared to be a business park. There were large buildings all around with no marking or signage of any kind. Also no windows. "We are at a Honda research and development site in rural Japan, Brad-san," I heard Ohtsuka say from behind me. "Everything they do is very secret because they are very concerned about espionage." "It looks as if we are in the middle of a jungle," I said looking beyond the buildings to the area outside the compound. "Yes, it is rather jungle-like," Ohtsuka said looking around. "We are fairly close to the village. Only about 30 minutes by car. That is why I wanted to get on this plane." Hiroku was hanging up her cell phone as she approached and said something to Ohtsuka in Japanese and then turned to me. "The cars will be here in a couple of minutes and then we will leave. A truck will collect our luggage and deliver it to the village for us." Right then three unusual looking vehicles emerged around the corner of the nearest building and headed toward us. I didn't recognize any of the vehicles and Ohtsuka chuckled at my puzzled expression. "That is a 1958 UD Truck," Ohtsuka stated proudly as the vehicles pulled to a stop. "It is the first two-cycle diesel in the world and is extremely dependable. We have had the truck since it was new. It is owned by the village and still works every day and is a testament to Japanese ingenuity. My uncle was the lead engineer on the development team. The other two are prototype Honda electric SUV's. Honda has lent them to us for Beta-testing." "We will ride in this car Brad-san," Hiroku said as she led the way to the first cube-like SUV. "Mr. Ohtsuka has some business to conduct on the way to the village so he will join us there later." The side door silently slid open revealing a large plush interior trimmed in leather. We climbed in and settled into the plush leather seats. As soon as the door closed Hiroku said something in Japanese to the driver and we started moving. As we did, a privacy shield was raised behind the driver shielding us from the front seats. Hiroku turned toward me and reached up and removed the clip from her hair and let it cascade around her shoulders. "I hate having to be so formal when we are around those businessmen but that is the Japanese way," she said as she knelt in front of me on the floor of the car. "Mr. Ohtsuka said you might be tired from the trip and want to relax on the way to the village. He thought you might like sex." I reached down and took her by the shoulders and lifted her into the seat next to me. "I am a little tired and always love sex with you Hiroku, but I would really rather hear about your village right now." Hiroku's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "I will tell you all about the village Brad-san. I have lived there since I was 5. My parents were killed in a plane crash and I was sent to the village to be raised. The village has been around for several thousand years. It began back in the days of the Samurai and is the only home I have ever known." As she spoke I looked out the window at the dense foliage. The road was smooth and well maintained but appeared to be surfaced in gravel. The SUV handled it well and the electric motor was virtually silent at the 40-50 miles per hour we were travelling. "The village was started as a retreat for Samurai warriors returning from battle. They would be gone for many months or sometimes years at a time and when they returned they would come to the village to rest and recover," Hiroku continued. "Today, the warriors are businessmen who come to the village to rest and recover." "In the old days Samurai would often take one of the girls as their wife," Hiroku continued. "The girls are trained from a young age to serve their men well in all ways – just like the girls who came to your apartment. They made very good wives for Samurai who can be rather demanding sometimes." "Do men still marry girls from the village today?" I asked. "Not often, but it still happens sometimes" Hiroku answered. "In fact, the woman who is the head of the water project is the daughter of a Samurai who married a girl from the village. Mr. Ohtsuka requested her especially for this project. She is very smart. She went to school in the United States." "Do you know where she went to school?" I asked. "I don't but you will have a chance to ask her yourself," Hiroku continued. "She will be taking you on the tour of the project. Mr. Ohtsuka arranged for her to be here for the next few days." We had covered a lot of ground and the road started to rise. We were heading into the mountains. "Why is the village so far in the hills?" I asked. "It was hidden from the enemies of the Samurai so the warriors did not have to fear for attack while they were resting," Hiroku said. "They were able to come to this secret place and completely relax. And then when the Samurai fell from favor with the government the remote location helped us to survive. Today the location is important to preserve the confidentiality of the businessmen who come here. Powerful men have always had powerful appetites and they come here to satisfy them. It is our tradition and our honor to provide that service." As Hiroku said these last words her eyes welled up in tears. "I'm sorry Hiroku," I said quietly. "Did I say something to upset you?" "No Brad-san," Hiroku sniffed. "It is very rare to bring an outsider to our village and explaining the history and tradition makes me remember how lucky I am to be part of this village and be here with you right now. I am reminded of and overcome with my good fortune." I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. She tilted her head back and we kissed deeply and urgently. While still locked in the kiss Hiroku straddled me, her short skirt riding up around her hips. I felt her cunt pressing against my now-hard cock and felt her hands working on my belt. She expertly undid my pants and freed my cock. She locked eyes with me as she slowly slid the head of my cock into her wet pussy. I didn't know where her panties had gone – or if she ever had any – and didn't care. Her hot cunt felt incredible as she slid up and down on my turgid pole. I grabbed her hips and pushed my cock deeper into her tight passage. I could feel her grinding her clit on my cock and we were both madly crashing toward an orgasm. Hiroku began to moan and I felt her cunt spasm as her climax swept over her followed immediately by my cock spewing cum into her churning cunt. Hiroku collapsed on top of me and we were both too breathless to speak for at least a minute. "Does that happen every time you cry?" I asked jokingly. "That has never happened before Brad-san," Hiroku said quietly. "I hope you aren't offended." "Oh my God," I said. "That was the most intense sex I have ever had. And it took what? 30 seconds? You come see me anytime you get overcome Hiroku." She smiled as she slid off my lap and knelt between my legs. "We need to get you cleaned up now Brad-san." She began to slowly lick my cock cleaning all of our combined juices off as she went. My cock was getting hard again but she looked up and said we were almost at the village and we didn't have time right now but that she would make it up to me later. Hiroku sat back in the seat and straightened herself out and then pushed a button on the console in front of us. The privacy shield slid down and as we came around a bend in the road the village came into view. It was located in a valley that wound up the hill like a snake. I could see 30 or 40 buildings of various sizes built into the hillsides with a main road running down the middle. We slowed to 15 or 20 miles per hour as we cruised between the buildings. Each building was similar in that it was a single story built of what appeared to be almost black wood. The buildings flowed seamlessly into the jungle that surrounded the village and the roofs were covered in vegetation. There were immaculate gardens boasting bright exotic flowers in front of all of them. "These are the administrative offices down here along with the exercise facility and work center," Hiroku explained. "Some of the businessmen have to conduct business while they are here and so we have offices they can use. The elders also have offices and a meeting area so they can manage the business of the village and hold their meetings." The SUV glided to a stop in front of a building about half way through the village. "This is where you will stay Brad-san," Hiroku said as the side door slid open. As I stepped from the SUV I was reminded of the feeling when disembarking in Hawaii. The air was humid and about 85 degrees and the fragrance of the jungle was nearly overwhelming. "Oh my God," I said taking in a deep breath. "This is spectacular. I was expecting it to be cold being in the mountains." "The temperature ranges from about 15 to 30 degrees and averages in the low 20's," Hiroku offered. "It is very pleasant." "So that is about 60-90 degrees Fahrenheit with an average in the low 70's," I said smiling. "That is spectacular. It's like Santa Barbara or San Diego. It doesn't get much better than that." The quarters were not opulent but were far from Spartan. The bed was low to the ground and there were no interior walls, only movable panels to divide the main room from the bedroom and the bathroom. All the furniture was made of the same dark wood that framed the building. I had never been in a more stunning room in my life. "We wear traditional Japanese clothing while we are here," Hiroku explained. "We had some made for you and I hope you like it. I picked the fabrics myself so if there is a problem please let me know and I can have them changed." Hiroku opened a large armoire and there were four black silk robes with various designs on each. "These are called Yukata's and they are what we wear in the village. I will take your regular clothes and have them cleaned and pressed so you can wear them when you leave," Hiroku said as she pulled one of the robes from its hanger. "This is my favorite. Try it on to make sure we got the correct size." I removed my shirt, pants and shoes and was standing in my boxers and reached for the robe. "It is traditional to not wear anything under the Yukata Brad-san," Hiroku said as she slowly pulled my boxers down revealing my semi-hard cock. "And this would not allow the fabric to hang properly so we must do something about this." She slowly knelt down in front of me and engulfed the head of my cock in her mouth while cupping my balls with her hands. She gradually worked more of my now-hard dick farther into her mouth and then with a slight push lodged it in her throat. It was that same move she had done on me the first night I met her at the restaurant and I still couldn't believe she could take my cock into her throat without gagging. She started bobbing her head on my penis while her hands massaged my balls. Her saliva was leaking all over my cock and dripping off my balls. My balls were soaking wet and the slurping sounds were very erotic. She was massaging my perineum and then with a smooth movement slid a finger into my ass. That is something that I have had a couple of women do over the years and it always drives me crazy. The first time it happened and it felt so good I was a little worried I was gay but was assured by a friend who is gay that anal play does not make one gay. Just a little more adventurous. I couldn't hold back and started spurting into Hiroku's sucking mouth and throat. I watched as the saliva leaking down my cock became milky and frothy with my cum. My knees were shaky as she slowly pulled my deflating cock from her mouth and her finger from my ass. I looked down to see her wiping the cum off her chin and licking her fingers seductively. "The other reason we don't wear anything under our Yukata's is to be ready at any time for sex." "When the Samurai came back from a battle they were animal like in their desire," Hiroku continued as she stood and helped me try on the Yakuta. "Sometimes they had not been with a woman in months and they wanted to make up for lost time. There are stories of Samurai taking women in the street because they couldn't wait to get back to their quarters. We don't get as much of that these days Brad-san but any of the women or girls wearing Yukata's here in the village are yours for the taking. Women who are dressed in work clothes are not available. It is our tradition and their honor to serve you when you are here in the village." The garment fit me perfectly and felt wonderful. "What about you?" I asked. "Will you be wearing a Yukata?" "I belong to Ohtsuka," Hiroku answered. "He has told me I can wear a Yukata with you only. He does not want others in the village to have me but he is very fond of you Brad-san and you may have me whenever you please." "Are you OK with that?" I asked. "I belong to Ohtsuka," Hiroku answered. "He did not consult me on his decision, nor should he, but if he had I would have told him I am also very fond of you Brad-san and very much enjoy our time together. I am very OK with it. Now it is time for me to bathe you." The bath was phenomenal. It started with a shower to get the dirt off and then a soak in the large tub. Hiroku removed her clothes and bathed me from head to toe with fragrant soap and oils. It was the most relaxing and energizing thing I had ever experienced. Hiroku explained that the oils were all herbal extracts that had been used in the village for centuries. Their healing and rejuvenating powers were legendary around the world. The herbs came from the jungle around the village and the distilling process had been perfected over the years. She explained this while she was bathing me to help me understand how my cock had revived so quickly and was ready for more. As I emerged from the bath I saw Hiroku lying on the low bed on her stomach. She was a stunning woman with her long jet black hair fanned out over her back. "Would you mind rubbing some of this on me?" she asked as she offered me a small vial of dark thick oil. "Sure, where would you like it?" I asked innocently taking the bottle from her tiny hand. "Right there," she said as she reached back with both hands and spread the cheeks of her ass wide and pushed her hips off the bed. The tiny wrinkled rosebud of her ass was right there. I had fucked Hiroku in the ass the first night I met her in Ohtsuka's restaurant several weeks before and it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I took the vial and dripped some of the thick liquid onto my finger and began massaging it into her little opening. The tip of my finger was tingling and Hiroku was moaning and pushing back against my finger until I slid it in to the first knuckle. I then pushed a second finger in and felt her pushing against them to get them deeper in her ass. I straddled her and brought the head of my cock to her tiny anus. With a smooth push the head of my cock disappeared into her ass. I felt her sphincter close around the crown of my dick urging it deeper inside. I gave a small push as she pushed back and was balls-deep in this beautiful little Asian woman. My cock felt longer and harder than it ever had in my life. I don't know if it was the herbs or the bath or the mountain air but I was on fire and started fucking Hiroku's ass like there was no tomorrow. I was sliding my cock all the way in and half of the head out when I pulled back. Her passage was so tight that I could feel every inch of it as I slid in and out. Hiroku was moaning and squirming underneath me as my penis drove in and out of her ass. Every time the head of my cock would almost exit her nether hole she would moan and push to get it back inside. I felt her come at least once but I was still going strong and, if anything, my dick had gotten harder. I was mesmerized as I watched my cock slide in and out of her ass and her cunt gush onto the bed. Finally I felt my balls tighten and the tip of my cock swell and with a groan I spewed my load into her ass. I fell forward and caught myself so I wouldn't crush her as I pulled my semi-hard cock from her ass and flopped on the bed next to her. Hiroku was quivering and panting next to me as we lay there trying to get our heart rates back under 200 beats per minute. Her hair was matted down with sweat – mostly mine – and the cheeks of her ass were red where I had been holding them while I fucked her. "I don't know what was in that little bottle," I said. "But I want a case of it." Hiroku looked at me between the strands of her hair. "It is illegal in the United States Brad-san." "That stuff would cause more heart attacks in one week than cigarettes have caused in 100 years," I joked. "That was unreal." The Good Citizen Tours The Village I woke up and wasn't exactly sure where I was for a minute. I was totally relaxed and incredibly rested, but it took me a minute to remember that I was in a small village in the mountains of Japan and right before I fell asleep I had been fucking a stunning Asian woman in the ass. My cock stirred at the memory. I rolled over and listened to the sounds of the jungle around me and breathed in the fragrant mountain air. I had come to this village to meet the people and visit a water project tin which I had invested. I am a banker by profession but this was a deal that I had financed personally. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was 17 and my sister and I inherited just over $2 million. Most of mine was in real estate and it had done well while I was off in college and had grown to nearly $3 million. Several weeks ago one of my clients, Kenji Ohtsuka, had come to me with a loan request for $250,000 but the bank was not in the business of making unsecured loans to fund water reconstruction projects in another country. I had the money and decided to take a chance. Since agreeing to loan Ohtsuka the money he had virtually adopted me as his son and the perks of being Ohtsuka's son were spectacular. They included a bevy of young sexually-talented and willing Asian girls and at least one very talented older – late 20's - Asian woman. There were some things about this arrangement that did not add up though. For example, why would I be treated like a prince for a mere $250,000? For the captains of Japanese industry who come to this village for R&R that is a paltry amount and any number of them could have made the investment without a thought. For me, it was nearly 10% of my net worth. My thoughts were interrupted by the screen sliding back on my room and a young Asian woman entered carrying a large bowl with a towel draped over her arm. She set the bowl on the floor next to the bed and turned toward me never making eye contact. She knelt next to the bed and arranged the pillows so I could sit up and then pulled the covers back revealing my naked body. She dipped the towel in the bowl and began washing my chest with the warm water. My cock immediately began to grow and within seconds was fully hard and pointing straight up at her. She continued to wash my chest with her left hand and reached down with her right hand and began stroking my cock. Her tiny hand slid all the way up and down my shaft and my hips jerked. I closed my eyes and leaned back. I felt her move and then felt her lips close over the head of my cock and slide down toward my balls. It seemed these girls had been taught some technique for swallowing dicks as big as their heads and she was using it to work the head of my cock deep into her throat. Her head began sliding up and down and massaging the tip of my cock with her throat. She reached down and gently rubbed my balls as my dick slid into her mouth. When she pushed a finger against my asshole I was lost. I felt cum boiling up the front side of my cock and the tip swelling. I held off as long as I could and then burst into her mouth. Some white frothy liquid escaped down the side of my cock but she expertly swallowed most of it. I lay back while she took the warm wash cloth and washed my cock and balls, cleaning up what little escaped her vacuum-like throat. This was definitely the way to start a day. She finished cleaning me up and helped me into a Yukata, the traditional dress worn in the village. I sat down to my breakfast and found that I was quite hungry from the sex last night and the wake-up call this morning. I had been in the village for less than a day and I already felt better than I had for years. As I came out of my sex-induced stupor the screen slid open and Hiroku, my host in the village and the woman who had shared my bed the night before, entered. She was carrying a tray with traditional Japanese breakfast consisting of steamed rice, soup and a rolled omelet with some grilled fish inside. I had met Hiroku several weeks before in the United States when Ohtsuka and I had closed the deal on the loan. Hiroku and I fucked several times that night. I can only describe her as stunning. She has straight black hair to the middle of her back, small firm breasts with large long black nipples and sexual appetites and talents men only dream of. All of this is contained in a 5'1" package that weighs about 100 pounds. She sat quietly as I inhaled the small but tasty breakfast. While not my normal fare, it was very good. Everything was fresh and it relieved my hunger without filling me up. "So far this day is starting quite well," I said. "Any chance I might be able to get in a workout sometime today? I haven't exercised for a couple of days and I would love to be able to work out some of the kinks from the long flight." "Yes, Brad-san," Hiroku replied smiling. "We have an excellent facility here and we had a Gi made for you with Ohtsuka's markings. It is the traditional Gi of the mountain people and is made of slightly heavier material than you may be used to. The mountain people used to practice outside and they needed the heavier material for warmth. I hope you like it." Hiroku stood and moved the closet and removed a traditional Gi from a hanger and held it out. It was a standard heavy weight Gi in all respects except both sleeves had gold Japanese symbols stitched their full length. "That looks too nice to sweat in," I joked. "It's beautiful." "Please try it on," Hiroku said as she removed the garment from the hanger and handed Brad the tight athletic underwear to slip on under the pants. "You are much larger than the other men in the village and I want to make sure we got the size right." It fit perfectly and Brad loved the feel of the heavy fabric. His uniforms back in the US were very lightweight with slightly longer sleeves and legs. He had never worn something like this although he had sparred several opponents with them. "Here is your belt Brad-san," Hiroku said as she held out a plain black belt. "Our tradition is to not decorate belts here. We recognize color only, no ranks within color that is why there are no stripes on the belt." I tied the belt in the traditional fashion and saw the smile on Hiroku's face when I was finished. "For a round-eye you look quite good Brad-san," Hiroku joked as she moved toward the door. "Very traditional. Very Samurai." The training facility was state-of-the-art for the mid-1700's. Ornate wooden staff's, boken's and medicine balls lined the walls of the studio. Several large strike trainers were spread around the room with a large sparring area in the center. The only concession to the 20th century was a heavy bag in the corner suspended from the ceiling. It was currently in use. "That is Jennifer Abe," Hiroku said quietly as we entered the training facility. "She is the woman who will take you on the tour today. She trains every morning and used to compete in martial arts in the United States when she was in college. It is said she is very skilled." I watched as the small woman worked the large bag. Her movements were very smooth and her timing was perfect. The bag outweighed her by 30-40 pounds but she could manage it by striking or kicking at the correct time to use the bag's weight against it. She was timing her kicks so they would deliver slightly more energy than the momentum of the bag and the result was that each time she struck the bag it stopped dead. Against a human, this meant the force of her kick was being doubled – half generated by her and half by the momentum of the opponent – and it would be a devastating blow. Her uniform was plain and very unflattering but it was obvious that her body was taut, firm and fit. She was about 5'2" tall and weighed right around 100 pounds and, as with every other woman in this village, she was beautiful. Her straight black hair was pulled back in a pony tail that ended right between her shoulder blades. I had trained in a studio much like this during my early years and easily found ways to train hard using the weight of my body for resistance. I was about 40 minutes into my workout when I sensed someone behind me and turned around. "So you are the American everyone is talking about," Jennifer stated as she offered her hand. "I'm Jennifer Abe. I will be showing you the project today." Her eyes were black and unwavering as she spoke directly to me in completely unaccented English. She was a complete contradiction. If your eyes were closed you would hear a no-nonsense American businesswoman, but open your eyes and before you was a perfectly sculpted Japanese doll. "Nice to meet you Jennifer," I managed to reply lamely. "I am looking forward to the tour." She seemed to enjoy my discomfiture and a small smile crossed her face. "Would you like to spar a little?" she asked. "I don't get a chance to spar much and would like to work against a real person if you don't mind." "Let's go," I said with more enthusiasm than I felt. Sparring women has never been much fun for me. I tend to pull my strikes and kicks but they tend to jack theirs up so I come out on the short end. We put on helmets and foot guards and moved into the ring, bowed and began moving. She was very light on her feet and her kicks were lightning fast. "I grew up doing Karate, but switched to Tae Kwon Do in college because they had a great program at Stanford," she explained as she delivered a swift roundhouse kick to my left shoulder. "I competed over there for four years and got my second degree. I don't get to practice much because of work but I love the sport." We danced around with her kicking and keeping me at bay while I looked for openings. She was telegraphing her kicks and I was getting tired so I leaned into a couple of kicks much like the heavy bag she had been working and took the blows on my arms and shoulders. As I hoped, she got over confident and telegraphed a right leg roundhouse. I stepped inside the kick and blocked hard to the inside of her thigh with my left hand and grabbed the front of her uniform with my right. I kept moving forward and took her left leg out from under her and put her on the mat on her back. I pinned her left arm with my right knee and grabbed her right wrist with my left hand and moved my right hand to her throat. "I win," I said locking her eyes with mine. She flicked her tiny wrist against my thumb and her hand popped free. I instantly I knew I was in trouble. Her small fist went deep into my solar plexus and I felt the air rush from my lungs. There were black spots in front of my eyes as she pushed my off and I collapsed on the mat next to her gasping to re-inflate my lungs. I slowly caught my breath and could hear her laughing beside me. "You almost had me Yogi," she said brightly. "That was a great move but then you let up. You OK?" "I'm fine," I lied. "I shouldn't have done that but I don't get to win over here," she said. "If I beat a man they lose face, if I lose a match then they lose what little respect they have for me, so I just don't fight over here and I miss it. It was kind of a cheap shot but it sure felt good." "For one of us," I said as I sat up. "So when are we doing out tour? And what's with the Yogi thing?" "We will go in a couple of hours," she replied. "It is traditional for men to get a massage after a workout and I am sure Hiroku will want to take care of you. Your nickname with the girls in the village is Yogi – like the bear – because you are so big and hairy. The Japanese men they see here all the time are small and hairless so you are a novelty to them." "Should I be offended?" I asked. "These girls will do anything for you or to you," she said as she locked those black eyes on me again. "You are the most interesting thing to happen here in a long time so enjoy it. I have to go and I will see you in a couple of hours. Thanks for the match and don't feel too bad about losing, I was the NCAA champion two years in a row at Stanford." She lithely bounced up and headed for the door. I watched her move across the mat and was taken by her grace as she moved. As she approached the exit Hiroku entered. Jennifer and Hiroku exchanged a quick look and nodded as they passed. "Come Brad-san," Hiroku said brightly. "It is time for your massage." We went back to my room and Hiroku had me lay down on a thin pad that had been placed on the floor hardwood floor. She bathed me with warm towels and began massaging my back and shoulders. It felt great and I started to drift off. I was nearly asleep when I felt Hiroku straddle my hips and lean forward. I could feel her pubic hair pressing against my ass as her breasts pressed into my shoulder blades. "Hey Yogi," Jennifer's distinctive voice whispered in my ear. "Care for a rematch?" She was pressing her breasts into my back and grinding her pubic mound against my tailbone. She gripped me tightly with her legs while sliding her small body all over rubbing the massage oil in as moved. I was fully awake now and my cock was erect and grinding uncomfortably into the mat. I rolled over underneath her and looked up into her black eyes. "I learned my lesson the first time," I said. "I won't let up this time you know." "I'm counting on it Yogi," she said as she braced her hands against my chest while she slid her cunt back and forth on my cock, grinding the shaft against her clit. "I haven't been fucked in 8 months and I'm about ready to explode." She reached between us and pulled the head of my cock to her wet opening and started working it inside. Asian women are very small and while I am not huge, I am larger than normal for a white guy and my cock was stretching Jennifer's cunt as she slowly worked it deeper inside. I reached up and took her small firm breasts in my hands and began pulling roughly on her long nearly black nipples. I could feel her shudder each time I pulled them and soon the head of my dick was completely buried in her tight channel and pushing against her cervix. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of my cock deep in her womb. She began grinding her hips against me and rubbing her clit against the base of my cock. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as she used my pole for her pleasure. While pulling hard on her right nipple, I gently slapped her left tit. She moaned and I felt her cunt spasm. I slapped it again harder and she jerked as if an electric shock hit her. She was moving with more urgency and I knew that her climax was not far off. I grabbed her left nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger and slapped her right breast hard, leaving a red hand print on the side. She moaned loudly and I felt her cunt start to convulse in orgasm which quickly spread to her whole body. She was shaking and panting as the orgasm swept over her completely. If I hadn't held her by the waist she would have fallen off me as her orgasm subsided. I could feel her legs relax their grip and her body slump forward as the intensity of her climax waned. Without removing my cock I rolled her over on her back and knelt between her spread legs. The sight was intoxicating. What I could see of my cock was covered in her cream and her pubic hair was completely matted down around it. Her clit was huge and swollen as were the dark lips of her cunt. She was magnificent. I started slowly moving my cock in and out of her cunt as she regained her senses. Every time I thrust in and hit her clit she would jump. I pushed all the way in to ground myself against her clit and she started moaning and thrashing her head from side to side. I felt her cunt spasm and immediately saw her cream cover my cock. I couldn't take any more and started fucking her hard, slamming my cock in and out of her sopping wet vagina. It was about me now. Now I was ready to cum and was not going to be denied. She was grunting and whimpering each time my cock struck home and I could feel both my orgasm and hers building. Jennifer's hips began bucking uncontrollably as she came without warning or control. I felt and saw her cunt spasm and immediately lost it. My come came in large gouts that filled her tiny cunt to overflowing. I watched as our fluids mixed together and leaked out of her cunt pooling on the pad beneath us. My cock slowly deflated and slid from Jennifer's cunt followed by a gush of white frothy cum that ran down over her tiny asshole and added to the pool on the pad. Her cunt was gaping open and was a spectacular sight. I collapsed on the pad next to her to catch my breath. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of being completely spent and totally relaxed. I felt as if I might melt into the pad. I heard rustling next to me and turned my head to see Hiroku gently washing Jennifer's breasts with wet towels while she kissed her deeply. She was naked and I could see Jennifer's hand between Hiroku's legs gently massaging her cunt. They broke the kiss and Hiroku moved her head between Jennifer's legs and began lapping cum from around her cunt. She then wrapped her mouth around Jennifer's cunt and started sucking. I watched her swallow several times as she cleaned Jennifer's well used pussy. Jennifer was moaning as Hiroku worked on her and came once more as Hiroku finished. Hiroku looked up at me with her face covered in our juices and smiled. I smiled back and laid back down thinking this was the most incredible experience in a long series of incredible experiences and wondering what was next. An hour later I was standing outside my room in my yakuta when Jennifer drove up in a golf cart and told me to jump in. She looked a lot different than when I had seen her last. She was in a conservative skirt and white blouse with flat conservative shoes. She still looked good, but not as good as she had an hour earlier when she was nearly comatose, completely naked and covered in cum. "We'll start with the power plant and then go over to the water project," she said in a friendly but businesslike tone while not making eye contact. "I should have you back in time for dinner." We toured the power plant which was comprised of two nuclear generating plants from decommissioned submarines. The power plants had been modified to produce electricity for the village using the pre-heated geo-thermal water from the mountains hot springs. It was an ingenious piece of engineering. We then toured the water project and I could see where the old pipes were corroding and collapsing and the new pipes going in. All in all it was pretty boring right up to the point when we had to leave the golf cart behind and go into the jungle to see the water source which was about half a mile up a trail. We had been walking for 15 minutes getting deeper and deeper into the jungle when we came to a small clearing with a small meadow in the center. It was a beautiful and serene place but I didn't see any water source. "I don't see any source of water," I said puzzled as I walked out into the meadow. "It's 30 feet below us," Jennifer said from behind me. "We came here for something else." I turned to see her stepping out of her conservative skirt and unbuttoning her white blouse. Within seconds she was naked and walking toward me with her eyes locked on mine. Without a word she knelt before me and opened my yakuta and took my cock in her mouth. It was already hard. I shrugged out of my yakuta so I was naked also and pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. I felt her breasts pressed against my chest as she ground her cunt against my cock. She broke the kiss and moved around me to arrange the yakuta on the ground. "These act as a blanket quite nicely," she said as she sank to her knees and beckoned me to her. "My cunt is a little sore from earlier, do you mind if we try something else?" The Good Citizen "Yes, she is very beautiful," I replied. "Not as beautiful as her aunt but still very pretty." "As an elder of the village you may choose any of these girls with silver piercings to be yours," Hiroku explained. "Would you like her now?" Hiroku had slipped the robe off my shoulders and was rubbing my chest. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back. She moved around beside me and snuggled into the soft cushion as she draped her naked body around mine. Her silky long hair fell over my shoulders as she continued to stroke my chest and play with my nipples. Her hand slowly moved down until she was lightly caressing my very hard cock. I looked over and saw that Ohtsuka laying back in his cushion sporting a huge smile as the other waitress expertly sucked his cock. "Would you like Suki to pleasure you Brad-san?" Hiroku whispered in my ear. "She is very skilled. I taught her myself." "That would be great," I replied, barely able to get the words out. Hiroku nodded to the little dancing girl and she glided over to our cushion. She stood before us with her hands behind her back and her eyes cast down. The subservience was clear but she was not self-conscious about being naked in front of a strange man and her aunt. Hiroku motioned her over to her side and gently stroked her smooth thigh. "Suki is still a virgin Brad-san," Hiroku said quietly. "She services men in other ways and will be a virgin until she is taken by a master. It is the way of our village and has been so for centuries. If you claim her she is yours to take. If you don't she will service you in many other ways. She is ready for whatever you desire." Hiroku moved her hand between Suki's thighs. Suki gasped slightly as Hiroku pushed two fingers into her small cunt. She pulled her fingers out covered in a thick gel-like substance that clung to her pubic hair and began rubbing it into my cock. Hiroku nodded to Suki and she swung one of her tiny legs over me facing my cock. "Suki will show you how skilled she is with her mouth Brad-san," Hiroku said as the girl engulfed my turgid member with her mouth. "I have never seen her so aroused from the dance. She wants you Brad-san. Please use her in any way you please." I couldn't speak as the small girl took my entire cock into her throat. Her cunt was just inches from my face and Hiroku was massaging it with the juices that were flowing from it. I felt some resistance as the head of my cock reached Suki's throat and then with a little push, she lodged the head of my penis firmly in her throat. "Oh my God," I groaned as she began to massage the head of my cock with her throat. "That is incredible." "Yes, she is quite good," Hiroku said as she began rubbing Suki's gushing cunt harder. "Now watch as she gets her reward." Suki's body began to shake and quiver on top of me as she neared her climax. Her juices were dripping on my chest as Hiroku's hand flew over her cunt. I felt my cock slip from her throat as the little Asian girl bucked in the throes of a violent orgasm. I could hear her moaning and gasping as the waves of her orgasm swept over her. She collapsed on top of me as the spasms subsided and she lay there whimpering in her little girl voice. I could feel her cunt leaking onto my chest as she lay panting on top of me. "I hope you don't mind Brad-san," Hiroku whispered in my ear. "That was my doing. I knew she could not keep you in her throat and cum at the same time but I could not resist. I love to make Suki come like that." I grabbed Hiroku by the back of her head and kissed her deeply shoving my tongue as far down her throat as I could. "The night is young," I said as I broke the kiss. "Hopefully we can do that several more times tonight. It was, along with the rest of this night, one of the most incredible experiences of my life." "You deserve it Brad-san," Hiroku said solemnly. "You have helped save our village and our way of life. You had no reason to do so but you did. We are all very indebted to you. And you are the son of our leader. It is our highest honor to bring you pleasure. Suki and I will gladly do anything to please you" "Son?" I said as I reached out and lightly stroked Suki's smooth ass resting on my chest. "As a part of the Tonagawa Clan you are Ohtsuka's son," Hiroku explained. "In many Western cultures you would now be called "Prince". We do not have such a title or word, but it is the same thing." "I could get used to this," I said as Suki stirred and began pushing back against my stroking hand. With her legs straddling me her cunt was wide open in front of me and her tiny rosebud was right there. I scooped some of the thick juice from her cunt and began rubbing it into her tiny asshole. I took her little moans as encouragement and inserted one finger into her tight ass. "Suki loves it in there," Hiroku said as I pushed my finger deeper into her ass. "She is also very skilled in that way and would love to feel you inside her." Suki was slowly fucking my finger with her ass and let out a little gasp as I pushed a second one in. Hiroku reach under the small girl and began massaging her nipple and then without warning squeezed it hard between her thumb and forefinger. I immediately felt her ass contract and saw her cunt convulse in another small orgasm. Cum oozed from her cunt and pooled on my chest. Hiroku stood and grabbed one of the pillows next to us and pulled it close and then helped Suki roll over onto it. She was on her back and Hiroku propped her hips up on the pillow. Suki spread her legs and beckoned me forward. I moved between Suki's widespread legs and Hiroku placed the head of my penis against Suki's wrinkled rosebud. I pushed forward and watched as her tiny asshole stretched around the crown of my cock. Suki let out a sigh as the head of my cock slipped past the tight ring of her ass and began sliding deeper into her rectum. The feeling was incredible. My cock slowly disappeared into her ass until it was completely buried. I started slowly fucking Suki's tight ass increasing the length of my strokes each time until I was sliding part of the head out with each thrust. She was whimpering and moaning as my dick plundered her ass. Hiroku was massaging Suki's small tits and pulling on her nipples while I fucked her wonderful ass. Hiroku looked back at me and smiled as she pinched Suki's nipple hard. I felt her shudder in orgasm and then felt the contractions hit her ass. It was more than I could take feeling her spasm underneath me and I began shooting inside her tight passage. Her body bounced and shook as we both came hard. My cock slowly deflated and slipped from her ass. As it came out a stream of thick white cum leaked from the little girls asshole and pooled on the pillow underneath her hips. I sat on my haunches and looked at Hiroku and Suki. "Rome may rise again," I said. "But I will not. I am through for the evening ladies." With that I lay back on the pillows and closed my eyes. I may have drifted off to sleep for a minute because the next thing I knew Suki and Hiroku were lying on either side of me stroking my chest. I was there for a few minutes and then rousted myself and told them I needed to go. Hiroku brought me my clothes and as I dressed Ohtsuka and I set a meeting for the next day to finalize our transaction. His final comment to me was that I needed to take some vacation from the bank in the next few days and plan to be gone for 5-6 days. He said it was important that I visit the village and see the project firsthand. He also said it was important that I meet my new family. I walked out the front door of the restaurant and a black Town Car was waiting with a large Asian man holding the door. "I will take you home sir," he said. "Mr. Ohtsuka has put me at your disposal. I will be your driver. My name is Torizuka." I had no idea what was going on but knew that a new and exciting chapter in my life had begun.