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A Very AV Girl

By: boyd_ick



It's lonely at the top. This was especially true of Kaori Kurosawa, who had been the top AV girl in Japan for the last three years. For those in the dark, "AV" stands for audio-visual. Don't be mistaken, audio-visual is just a nice name for porn. Scans, movies, video chats, live shows, escort, Kaori had done it all. She was one of the most sought after Asian girls in the world. Soft core, Urabon, Bondage, Bukkake, Kaori had done it all. One time a Japanese businessman paid for the right to putt golf balls into Kaori's vagina. This was accommodated by forcing a medium-sized vase up her pussy without lube. She was made to lie there and take Titleists up her hole for the whole eighteen. 

And who could blame all the guys who jacked off to a picture of a picture of a picture of her? Her perennial teenage looks, a coy smile which radiated innocence and something more feral at the same time, her 36DD breasts all contributed to annual revenues in excess of 100 million dollars US. Of course Kaori saw only a small fraction of that money. Most of it went to her manager Rafu who was as Yakuza as they got. Rafu had seduced Kaori and raped her when she was 15. By the time she was 17, her face and body were a common sight to jack off to on all the Asian thumb posts and porn sites. She was kept as happy as can be expected of a fuck toy with a steady diet of designer ice cream and expensive colas. She'd easily blow two hundred dollars at her favorite candy store in Shibuya each week. She had a closet full of Manolos. Her cell phone bill each month was in excess of a thousand dollars (mostly talking to girlfriends and surfing for shoes and clothes). On top of that, she was VIP at all the most exclusive clubs in Tokyo (that is of course when she wasn't working, which wasn't often).

I came to know Kaori in a most unexpected way. One night while I was performing on ifriends, my cell phone rang. It was an ifriends call, meaning that a fan was calling to talk to me. Possibly to request that I masturbate in front of the camera or maybe put a dildo up my ass. 

"Hi, this is Boyd."

"Hi," it was a girl. 

"Hi sweetie! What's your name?"

"Kaori."

"That's a really nice name, I like that. KAY-OR-REE. Where are you from?"

"Tokyo."

"Wow, I don't get many overseas calls. It's my pleasure and thank you for being my fan."

"I like you. Your penis is beautiful. It is small and slender. It's like an expensive Dunhill lighter."

"Well thanks Kaori. I've never had it described that way, but now that you mention it, I guess it does. Do you want me to stroke it for you? Are you watching me now?"

"Yes, I am. And yes, please stroke it and make yourself cum."

"Okay, but you have to talk me through it."

"Alright."

I began stroking my penis. Softly at first. I had just finished a workout and the sweat on my body still hadn't evaporated yet. I put my cell phone down and put baby oil on my left palm. I worked it into my balls and my shaft. I picked up the phone again with my right hand.

"Do you ever masturbate Kaori?"

"No, I don't like sex. Sex is dirty and bad, but when I saw your penis I wanted to kiss it or hold it like a teddy bear. Sleep with it."

"Okay, you're holding it. You stroke it. Long strokes. You're not used to it. A little bit of cum gets on your fingers. You smell it and you even taste it. You make a strange face. It doesn't taste awful, but it seems like an awful thing to do."

"Boyd, would you take your hand away so I can see it?"

"Sure, I'll even put it closer to the camera."

"Boyd, it's pulsing with life."

"Sure it is honey."

After I jacked off for the second time, she started telling me about herself. 

"So what do you do Kaori?"

"Umm...I'm an AV girl."

I wasn't sure what to say. She was my customer after all, and if she wanted to play that fantasy it was okay by me. I was going to play along but then my asshole side got the better of me. 

"Sure, and I bet your last name is Kurosawa too right?"

"Well yes and no. That's my stage name. My real name's Maria Sato."

I didn't buy it. A lot of people know Kaori Kurosawa's real name. Your average B-class jack boy would know that from the scan forums easily. I forced the situation. 

"If you're really Kaori, show me. Here's my private CU id."

I gave her the number. She didn't say anything. I thought I had scared her away. I heard keystrokes and then my laptop beeped. It was a request from id "h0neybumy". I accepted it and that's when I nearly fainted. 

"Boyd, am I coming in clear?"

"Kaori, it's you. It's really you."

"Well yeah, I told you."

"But...but...Kaori, how come me? I must the luckiest guy in the world at this moment."

Giggles. 

"I'm your fan Boyd. I wish you were here. I would love to touch it."

"If I were there, I would buy you some nice slippers and put them on your feet."

"Would you really visit me Boyd?"

"For sure."

"Umm..." Pause, long silence. "Okay, what about Friday?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, gimme a second." I waited, running every jpeg of Kaori I had ever seen through my head.

"Here it is. Japan Airlines. What's your name?"

I told her my real name, and she charged it to her cell phone.

"Okay, I'll pay you back when I see you."

"No need. It's not coming out of my pocket, and even if it were -- I'd pay it just to see you."

The next couple of days passed like a whirlwind. Luckily my passport hadn't expired. I updated the site to say that I was going to be away for family reasons. I found a petsitter for Pelle. I went to get my haircut, my back and chest waxed, manicure, pedicure, my pubic hair coiffed, and finally went looking for slippers.

It took me the better part of the afternoon, but I found what I was looking for at a small lingerie store downtown. It was a pair of puffy pink terry cloth slippers with soft white fur trim. I got hard just thinking about putting it on Kaori's delicate feet. 

The plane ride was uneventful. I kept thinking about how embarrassed I'd be if the customs officers saw the slippers, but it didn't happen. I touched down in Tokyo Friday morning. A taxi took me to the hotel we had agreed upon. Around 8pm, Kaori called. 

"Boyd, I'm sorry but I think I'm going to be late. An appointment, all of a sudden, a very powerful boss."

"Sure, maybe tomorrow then?" I asked trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"No, I want to see you afterwards. Two, three hours at most."

"Okay, I'll just watch some TV and order some drinks," I said, my mood suddenly lifted by the good news. 

"I'm sorry Boyd."

"K, don't be. Just knowing that I really know you and have spoken to you, is enough for me."

"You're so sweet Boyd, see you soon."

Never much of a drinker, I fell asleep after two Kirins. Around two in the morning, there was a knock on the door. I was groggy and my mouth felt like a sewer. 

"Be right there," I said. 

I twisted off one a bottle of mouthwash, gargled, and tried to straighten my hair. When I opened the door, I was heart-broken. 

There was Kaori in a slutty dress, her hair sweaty and mashed against her forehead. Her mascara was smudged and it looked like she had been crying. Her lower lip was cut. 

"Oh my god, come on in."

She mumbled thanks and let me carry her and place her on the guest bed. I removed her pumps and put a blanket over her. Next I went to the bathroom and moistened several face clothes. Kaori had a spaced out look about her. I could tell she was doped up, possibly from E or something. I wiped her hair and her face free of makeup. I kissed her gently on the cheek and turned down the lights. I sat on the other bed and watched TV while she drifted in and out of sleep. Every now and then I'd turn my head over and see how she was doing. The last thing I wanted was for her to fall asleep and choke on her own vomit. Channel after channel of Japanese gameshows. There was one English channel, but I didn't feel like watching a re-run of the A Team with Mr. T. Bored, but still concerned about Kaori, I ordered some more food from room service. I got myself some fruit and I ordered her some burger and fries. After I trip out, I'm always famished so I figured she would be too. It wasn't until six that morning that she began to stir. Actually, I had fallen asleep and her movements woke me. 

"Kaori, you alright?"

She turned and her back was to me. She started to cry. 

"What's the matter, did I do something wrong?"

"I don't want you to see me this way."

I walked over to the other side of the bed and kissed her again. I lay next to her, our faces inches apart. 

"Bad night huh?"

She nodded, forcing a smile. 

"You want anything?"

"Just hold me okay?"

I nodded and wrapped my arm around her. She fell asleep again with her face nestled in my chest. Even though I wasn't tired, I made myself sleep. I didn't want to move and wake her. It was almost noon when I heard the shower. 

I walked into the bathroom and took a piss. The curtains were translucent and I could see her flesh outline behind it. 

"Boyd, I want you to come in."

I didn't need to be told twice. I opened the curtain and then I saw her body. She was bruised all over. Her nipples were bruised, probably from being pinched hard and for real. This was no sensual pinching. It was "get out frustration" pinching. There were rope burns around her neck and her wrists. A look at her ankles confirmed it too. The sick fuck who fucked her brains out was a fetish creep. I didn't want to even look at her rectum or her pussy. I shuddered. She was facing the shower, so I hugged her from behind and stayed real still. Pretty soon, my penis betrayed me and began to stir. I turned her around and kissed her on the forehead. I washed her hair for her with shampoo and even soaped her up. I didn't mean it to be sexual even though I got hard from it. When we were done, I wiped her down and carried her to my bed. The dim light made her body especially inviting. I toweled her down and got in bed with her. I wrapped my arms around her, spooning her. That's when she told me about her life. About when she was 15. How she quit school and met Rafu and thought her life was charmed. He was dangerous and she loved it. Then he turned on her, just as he has turned on all the other AV girls in his stable. Seduce them and then make money off them. 

After she told me this, Kaori got up and told me to lie on my back. She put my penis in her mouth and gently sucked it to life. She looked like a little girl sucking a small lollipop. She was highly skilled. She knew how to use her tongue and concentrated on the underside of my shaft. Next she would her lips to massage the base of my cock. She took my balls in her mouth and worked on them for a good half hour. She worshipped my penis. It wasn't service she was performing. She was responding to the conditions that brought us together, taking shelter in the little room from all the demons outside. Finally got up on her feet, crouched, and slowly slid down onto my penis. I had never felt such heaven. To say she was tight, would have been a lie. She was a pro, so no she was not tight. What did it for me was the fact that a porn goddess was giving herself to me. I firmly believe that virginity is in the mind, not the body. She was giving her emotional virginity to me, and I would have given everything for that moment to continue forever. 

My hands were all over her breasts, softly, feeling for that magical spot tissue deep that made her lull her head back in anticipation of orgasm. My thumbs and forefingers lightly tugged at the buds. I lifted her arms and massaged her underarms as well. I caressed her neck, her underarms, her breasts again and back up to her neck. It was the most sensual experience I ever had. It was all about touching and contact. When she was close, I sat up and lifted her off me. 

Her eyes flashed violence like a cat who has been cornered. I kissed her gently, emanating love. I laid her on the bed and entered her again. My full weight kept her pinned so she couldn't use the leverage of the bed and fuck me back. I keep it inside and short-fucked her for almost an hour. Tiny almost imperceptible movements, in and out. Tiny movements, flexing my penis. All the while, I brushed her lips with mine. I brushed my lips over her chin, her neck, her ears, her eyes. 

"Faster, faster," she pleaded. There was such longing in her eyes. 

"I want to have an orgasm, I've never had one," she admitted. 

"I need you to trust me and to let me worship you as you deserve to be," I whispered. She responded by biting my shoulder. It was a love bite which almost crossed the threshold to pain. On her side, she was letting go of fear and hatred. On my side, I wanted to be the one to take her higher. If it meant sacrificing pleasure, it was a small price to pay. 

After slow-fucking her, I kissed her back for exactly one thousand times. Small pecks, with pursed lips. I kneaded her ass, dividing it and lightly brushing her rectum. My tongue sought her rectum, tickling it, not penetrating it. I licked everywhere. She let out a little fart, but instead of being repulsed, I pushed my nose in, and inhaled. While I experienced every part of her, my tongue played with her pussy from behind. My arms were long enough to play with her breasts. I was like a machine. With her lying on her belly, my nose was in her butt, my tongue was on her pussy, and my hands milked her breasts passionately. Because my nose up in her butt, I could sense every tremor. Kaori was a bundle of raw nerves, and I had to be careful I didn't take her over the edge before I shot. I wanted us to cum together. 

"Boyd, onegai itashimasu..." he voice drifted indicating she was ready to pass out. 

I lifted her off the bed and lifted her onto my penis. My arms formed a cradle, each hand on one cheek while I directed the movements. She wrapped her arms around my neck and humped with everything she knew. She trashed and convulsed, fully involved in the sex tantrum. I didn't even offer to pull out or put on a condom. I figured she knew better. I never felt that way, the underside of my penis mashed against the mouth of her pussy. I was so sensitive to pleasure that I thought I was going to shit standing up. I didn't care. I focused everything on the sex. I focused my strength on my legs and jumped. When I landed, Kaori was driven deep down onto my penis. 

"Ughhhhhhh-no Boyd, I'm going to piss and shit."

I ignored her warning. 

I did it again, this time I jumped higher. I impaled her with my small penis. I could have jumped forever, but I began feeling that familiar tingle in my balls. I hugged her, as if my life depended on it. I want to be closer than skin allowed. True to form, I felt Kaori's warm piss gently stream down my legs. Our genitals were bathed in a lovely soup of juice, piss, and semen. Kaori started crying, her lips locked onto mine and in this way, we both came in unison, lust burning the physical and connecting on the spiritual. 

I'd like to say that I took her away from the life. I didn't. I didn't have the power to fight her oppressors and I didn't feel that she wanted me to. We fucked non-stop for the next seven hours and then she had to go to another customer. Before she left, I gave her the slippers. She kissed me and gave me her necklace. It was a little golden star. She told me it was the only thing she had that was from her old life. She said that better I keep it because Rafu or some other freak might take it one day and then she'd never be able to find her way back to before. This way, if I kept it, she could find me and then find herself. 

I haven't seen her since, but she emails me every now and then. Her words are cryptic. She says she's saving up enough money to get her life back and when she does, she's going to come visit me. I welcome it, but I also know that that isn't going to happen.