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An American Gigolo in Japan Ch. 01

By: mike0231



Rob (never Bob) smiled brightly as he watched Hiroko fellate him. Her small, delicate Japanese features seemed even smaller with his cock in her mouth. Her lips parted wide and her tongue circled his mushroom shaped head over and over again. Her small hand covered just a little more than half of his length. When she moved her hand and sucked deep, she could only get his cock about halfway down his throat. Rob didn't mind. She was trying hard, to be sure.

Now, what could be better than extra effort during a blowjob or the sexy as hell visual of a cute little Japanese girl eye fucking him as she sucked his cock? Could anything be better that that? 

The answer is actually a resounding yes. Rob was getting paid, handsomely, to get head like this. 

How did he come to this place, you ask? How can I get in on this deal?

Well, if you asked Rob Racer, American Gigolo, (his working name) he would tell you he is just lucky. It's the damn truth. 

It all started five long years ago, when Rob was not yet old enough to drink. For the last two months, he had been stationed in Okinawa, Japan. It was a great place to be stationed for the Marine Corps, a pretty little island about two hundred and fifty miles to the southwest of mainland Japan, where Rob currently operates. 

Robert R. Redford (yes, his real name--no relation to the actor; see why he uses the working name?) was 20 years young and an infantryman in the corps. Rob had been assigned to a combat unit until he injured his ankle so severely that he was rendered unable to train for more than a year and a half. They had transferred him to a headquarters unit afterwards, where they liked the quiet and private young man who limped stoically silently as he healed. After he healed from the injury, they had meritoriously promoted him to keep him with them. He made Corporal after 2 ½ years and was planning to re-enlist in the service until his time in Okinawa, where his life took a turn for the surreal. 

As it was only a six month rotation, Okinawa was supposed to represent nothing more than a little pit stop for Rob. He would likely re-enlist 2 months after he was due to get back to Camp Pendleton, CA. Rob planned to pass the six months in the gym, saving the extra money he made from being overseas. Once back in Cali, Rob wanted to buy a new car --with cash--and he already had half of the needed amount saved. The future seemed simple and uncomplicated to Rob. Young people never realize life is rarely that simple.

After two months on the island, only one thing was amiss in his young life. Rob was horny, and it was an itch he couldn't scratch. In Okinawa, the serious lack of tail he would encounter was unprecedented. The American single male to single female ratio in Okinawa was literally 500:1. Rob thought he might as well try to shoot the stars with a rifle for all the chances he had at American tail here. 

Compounding the problem was the fact that he was only on island for 6 months. For the local girls, this was an unattractive prospect. As soon as they found out he was short timing on the island, they wanted nothing more to do with him, looks and charm be damned. His chances of getting any nookie seemed impossible. 

Rob was a good looking guy mind you. A really good looking guy. Back in the states, even in his hometown in BFE South Dakota, Rob had no problem getting dates or pussy. He was 5'9" and with light blue eyes that were gorgeous to look at. Any woman could lose herself in those baby blues when not careful. He had a big smile and dimples that contrasted with angular features and a slightly broad face. Rob had that 'All-American Man' kind of look. 

Rob has medium brown hair which is not super important at the moment because it is cut close and short per regulations. Later, when he grows it out, it becomes that pretty, wavy kind of hair women just love to run their fingers through. 

When Rob walked into a room, people looked. Most women and some men would just plain stare if he fit their idea of attractive. He had even caught a few Marines, guys, fucking him with their eyes. His looks often made him just a little awkward around people, but he was getting more accustomed to it and maturing with age. Mostly, he did not like being stared at. 

Enhancing his natural good looks was the fact that Rob was ripped. Unable to run or play sports for more than a year because of his ankle injury, he spent a lot of time in the gym staying in shape to maintain his weight standards for Corps. A defined six pack and thick muscular legs were features women always talked about when not around him. 

Knowing he was good looking and the advantage this gave him over other guys, Rob preferred to play the field alone, a 'solo hunter' as he thought of it. He would not hang with his Marine buddies when he wanted to get laid, even back in the States; he didn't like the competition. In Okinawa, this had a serious consequence. Being unable to speak Japanese hindered his efforts to try and talk to some of the prettier local girls. 

The first 7 weeks of the six months were sexless. Jerking off was getting boring and it was actually hard to find a little privacy in his barracks. Then, on a failed return trip from a city up north, he overheard a few guys on the bus talking about the local prostitute scene. He asked them a few questions which they answered. Luckily, they were not from his unit so they did not know him. 

Rob had never had to pay for sex in his life, had never even seriously considered the idea...but these were desperate times. Besides, the idea kind of excited him the more he thought it over. As long as she was cute... 

Later that night he did his research on the internet and found out about the 'soapland' bathhouse girls. In Okinawa or Japan, instead of getting a streetwalking girl or going to a brothel, you went to a bathhouse or massage parlor, Rob learned. It wasn't totally legal--if he got busted, he could get in trouble both by local police and the military police--but the act of getting there wasn't so hard to do apparently. All you really needed was a willing taxi cab. 

Cabs were great in Okinawa. You could smoke and drink in the back as long as you asked and didn't get rowdy or stupid. Most of the drivers could barely speak English, so you could talk more or less freely with your friends about anything. Apparently, you could even ask them to take you to 'soapland'. 

Screwing up his courage, Rob got in the cab outside the base late at night on a Saturday, just after ten o'clock. He had no curfew so he wasn't worried about how long it took. Sitting safely in his pocket was $300. His voice frogged a little as he said, "Take me to Soapland."

"Soapuland? Yes?"

"Yes."

The driver just nodded and they got on their way. They left the area around the base and after a short time were travelling down the main streets of the largest city on the island, Naha. A few twists and turns down narrow side roads took them away from the main areas, and soon they stopped along a small side street between two buildings which had neon lights in Japanese characters. To Rob, it looked like they were in a grungy part of town, but he could not be sure as he had never been to this area of the island before. 

Rob was beginning to doubt his plan when a man walked up to the cab and opened the door for him. Being from South Dakota, this type of service was unusual for the mid-westerner. He looked at the short middle aged Japanese man suspiciously. Then he looked back to the cabbie questioningly. 

"Soapland?" Rob asked, annoyed at the language barrier.

The cabby nodded and pointed toward the man outside, who politely waited for Rob to get out of the car. Rob exited and allowed the short Japanese man to lead him up a small set of stairs into the plain looking building to his right. 

They stopped just before they entered a small floor level waiting area. They removed their shoes and put on inside walking sandals (Rob found a pair that just barely fit him) and went fully inside, where Rob noticed that there were curtains lifted and drawn all over the main floor room. They partitioned the room for privacy, dividing it into about 6 different sections. 

The 'pimp', as Rob thought of him (though this was not the truth, he was just the doorman) motioned for him to sit in one of the private 'rooms'.

"Beeru?" The man asked, using the easily understandable term for beer. 

"Hi. Arigato." Rob answered back 'yes' and 'thank you', using a quarter of the Japanese he had learned. 

The man nodded and left the little curtained off area. There was a little TV on an end table and a comfortable chair. Rob finally got what was going on. You waited in privacy for a girl to be ready. They were being just as cautious as he was! Rob relaxed after the realization and kicked back to watch some game show he didn't understand on the local TV station. They seemed to just talk and giggle, then they would burst out laughing every so often. 

About 5 minutes later a different Japanese man entered the little curtained off area. In his hand he had a large canned beer, a Sapporo, which Rob took gratefully. The Japanese did make great beer, Rob had to admit. Unfortunately, he was still 20 and not old enough to drink on base without being careful. His friends helped him out, but it was nice to drink a beer in the open like this without worry. 

The man looked at Rob for what felt like a long moment. Rob got the impression the guy was 'checking' him out and the look made Rob uncomfortable. The Marine in him took over and he stared back at the man intensely. He was short, fit, maybe 50, and had more dark hair then grey. Soon, the man ducked his eyes and broke the gaze. 

Rob did not know the man thought Rob was crazy, having to pay for sex with looks like that. "You want girl? Sex?" the man asked in heavily accented English. 

Rob only nodded. 

"2 girl?" The pimp for a moment thought Rob might be here to indulge in a serious fantasy or fetish. 

Rob shook his head and raised a finger. "Just one." 

No need to go all out the first time, he supposed. Besides, he would not last that long anyway, he was sure. 

The man nodded. He held up a finger. "1 hour, $150. 2 hour, $250."

Rob nodded. This was what his friends had told him the price was. At least the guy was not trying to rip him off. He fished in his wallet and handed the man 150. The man counted it and nodded. 

"Come," the man said as he opened the curtain. 

Just outside the curtain, a girl waited at the bottom of the stairs towards the back of the room. 

Rob was impressed. The other guys had said their girls were ok looking but a little older. This girl was wearing a skimpy bathing suit and was somewhere in her 20's. Rob thought she was very good looking, but he liked the way most Asian girls looked, so he was a bit biased. 

She was short of course, about five or six inches shorter than Rob's 5'9". She filled out the swimsuit well and was just a little soft in the body, not overly tight or chubby. She was maybe a big b-cup in the chest department, but they fit her frame well. Her face was a little uneven and had some deep acne scars, but her body more than made up for it, Rob could tell. 

The man nodded and led him towards her where she took his hand and led him up the stairs. They entered what looked like a hotel hallway with rooms on each side. "First time?" The girl asked with a very heavy accent as they passed several other closed doors. 

"Hi." Rob confirmed in Japanese. The girl smiled at his little attempt to speak the language. 

They entered a room about halfway down the hallway. Once inside she closed the door. 

The floor, ceilings and walls of the room were totally tiled in a medium dark red. The always present moisture in the room made having wooden or carpeted floors impractical. On one side of the room there was a normal looking made bed in the corner. About 3 feet off the end of the bed was a large bathtub, packed in tightly against the wall. The other half of the room was wide open. On the north side was a shower head and a little stool. 

"Name?" the girl asked. 

"Rob."

"Rob," the girl repeated. His name was easy to say, so she did not mess it up at all. 

"Your name?" Rob asked. 

"Tomi," she answered. Rob did not know it was short for Hitomi. 

Tomi stepped up to him and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He smiled at her and lightly rubbed her exposed side with his finger as she relieved him of the hot shirt. She stared lustily at his abs and muscles, and immediately began running her hands all over him as she took his clothes off. 

"Where from?" she asked as she pressed into his body a little, rubbing against him. 

"Nowhere," Rob said jokingly. South Dakota sure felt like that when he thought of it compared to California or even this small island. 

Tomi smiled but was silent, not getting the humor behind the joke. She mistakenly took the joke as Rob not wanting to tell her where he was from. She put her hand at the top of his pants, reaching for the button. Rob blushed a little as she zipped him down. She was a stranger after all. Despite the little shyness, he was already getting hard, however. 

She slipped the pants down and got on her knees. She grabbed his leg lightly and lifted, slipping off his socks and pants. She stared at his leg muscles and worked her way over them with her hands until they reached his bulging crotch. Rob was a boxer-briefs guy and her stripping him lightly and gently of all his clothes was such a turn on he already was tenting out in the front. 

Rob's cock was built, but not huge. He was around 7 inches when hard and his cock was girthy, but would not be considered fat. Women often told him he had a great looking dick, straight and proportioned just right. Obviously, Tomi appreciated the view as she rubbed and caressed his package through the long briefs which hugged him tightly. After a few moments of rubbing, she tugged the briefs down, exposing his hard cock. She slipped off the briefs and on her way up nuzzled his member with her face, making him shake at the touch.

She stood and turned her back to him. From this angle she removed her swimsuit top. Her back was smooth and slightly tanned. Okinawa was hotter than the mainland and many girls here got sun on a regular basis. She turned her head to look at him. When she did he could see just barely see the side of her breast. His cock jumped. 

Not totally turning around, she grabbed his hand and put it just above her butt. He slipped a finger underneath her bikini bottoms and she bent over just a little in response. Taking the cue, Rob slipped the bikini bottoms down over her slightly flat but very nice ass. He could see dark hair and her pussy lips as he bent down to slip the bottoms off her feet. 

She turned to face him. He noticed she had small dark nipples and her breasts hung perfectly without sagging too much. She had a dark patch of black hair which naturally made a cute little triangle above her hidden pussy. He had heard many Japanese women did not groom very well down there, but Tomi kept it a little trimmed, which Rob preferred. She pressed into him again, kissing his check and neck. She rubbed her stomach against his hard on, which was driving him crazy. In all his experiences he never had an American girl take the lead or her time like this. It was amazing. 

After a few moments teasing she pulled him in the direction of the shower. She stood him just to the side of the nozzle that she turned it on. The head pulled out from the wall on a long line and she played with the water temperature before she started to wet herself down. After a moment she motioned for him to stand by her.

She started with his back. The water was hot and steaming but not too hot. "Ok? More Cold?" Tomi asked as she sprayed the hot water all over his body. 

"It's great. Good," Rob answered. 

After getting his back Tomi grabbed Rob by the shoulders and lightly turned him around to face her. His cock was still hard, responding to her touching him all over as she rinsed him off. She lingered a moment when she reached his cock, letting her hands softly work the flesh in every which way for moment. She was amazing with her hands, Rob would remember clearly later. 

Once he was completely wet from head to toe, Tomi turned the water off. She picked up a bottle of some kind of liquid soap which smelled soft and wonderful. Wither her other hand she grabbed a giant wet sponge and poured a large amount of the soap into it. She worked the sponge for a few seconds and soon she produced a large quantity of thick, lathery suds. 

Positioning the sponge over his head and shoulders, Tomi began to drip and pour the soap and suds down. She covered him totally before she dropped the sponge to use her hands exclusively. 

Tomi was so horny she could barely stand it. Normally, she would have sat her client down on the stool and used the sponge to clean him completely. Unable to resist the appeal of running her hands up and down Rob's well chiseled body, Tomi was doing things a little differently. She had already played with his cock more than she would have any other client. She normally never touched a guy there until she had the soap in her hands. Damn, he was hot, she realized. 

The prostitute began her work, moving her hands all over his body. Tomi curled her fingers to rub and clean him and simultaneously used her nails to lightly scratch him all over. She worked every area of his body with her small hands. 

Rob was in heaven. Previously, he had seen, (and fucked) a massage therapist back in California. Until this point, he had thought that pretty little brunette was the undeniable best with her hands that he would ever experience. Now, Rob had a new favorite. Every inch of him felt amazing after she left the area! Tomi was somehow able to scrub, massage and scratch him all at the same time. He was so relaxed, he was having a hard time standing upright. He leaned back and closed his eyes. A few little moans escaped him as she hit sensitive and sore spots. 

Tomi laughed a little. She knew she had him in the palm of her hands and loved the feeling of seeing this beautiful man succumb to her charms. Rob moaned a little louder as Tomi began to scratch his soapy balls and stroke his cock. She felt his legs buckle a little in pleasure. 

Tomi smiled and pushed him a little, making him stand with his back against the wall. She knew he would not last long like this. She knelt with her legs slightly apart and was so short that Rob's cock was nearly above her head. She had to look up just a little as she began to work him to orgasm. 

Rob looked down to watch as she began stroke his cock in practiced and measured strokes. The action made great sounding sucking and slurping sounds due to the soap and bubbles. She seemingly squeezed her hand tight and gently caressed him all at the same time. It was a good trick she knew, taught to her by fellow working girls. Tomi reached around with her other hand to rub and stroked his asshole and taint while she jerked him off with the suds. 

He only lasted two minutes. His legs shook and his back arched as he shot a thick and long spurt of cum. She angled his cock downwards to catch the cum on her face, giving him a great visual scene. She closed her eyes and her mouth as the cum kept cumming, eventually covering her face in the sticky warm liquid. 

David caught his breath for a moment while Tomi rinsed the wet and sticky jizz off her face. She smiled at him and told him to sit on the stool while she rinsed herself again. Before rinsing him off, she went to the bathtub and pressed a button. A thick jet of water began to fill the basin. 

Tomi walked back to him, her medium size natural breasts bouncing from the natural motion. Even though he had just gotten off, Rob felt his cock jump a little at the site of her. For a whore, she was hot, he had to admit. She grabbed the shower head and began to rinse him off while he sat on the stool. Reaching around him, she grabbed his soft but hanging well cock from behind. 


An American Gigolo in Japan Ch. 01



"Good?" she asked simply. 

Rob nodded enthusiastically. "Great." 

Tomi giggled a little. "Again?" 

Losing himself for a moment, Rob turned around and kissed her on the lips. She allowed the kiss and even returned it. It did not last long, and Rob said at the end, "Yes. Again."

Once cleaned, Tomi motioned for him to stand. She led Rob to the bathtub as she grabbed a few things from a little plastic stand. She brought over a bottle with a green liquid in it and some oil for the bath.

Rob put his foot in the water. 'Damn, that's hot!' Tensing, Rob slowly lowered himself into the water, sweat already beading on his forehead. Tomi moved behind him and rubbed his shoulders for a few minutes while he acclimated to the water. Once he had, she leaned over the side. 

"Okay?" she asked. 

Rob just nodded. Though hot, the water felt amazing on his always sore body. The barracks he was in did not have bathtubs, just common area stand up showers. The bath itself was a little piece of perfection, with sex added to boot. 

Tomi stood and moved to the opposite end of the tub. She grabbed the oil and poured some of the flowery scented liquid in the water. Next, Rob was forced to spread his legs as she slid into the water between them in the opposite end of the tub. After a moments' maneuvering she was kneeling before him, positioned so her face was right in front of his cock, which was soft but hanging well due to the very hot water. 

Smiling luridly, Tomi moved her arms under his ass, making him lift his pelvis up and out of the water. Tomi quickly grabbed the bottle of green liquid and took a little swallow. At first, Rob was unsure what to think when she leaned down to suck his cock with the liquid still in her mouth. A little poured out and onto his cock when she first opened her mouth to take him. The slightly tingly sensation and mint scent confirmed it was mouthwash. The alcohol based liquid burned lightly but tingled more than anything else as she began to suck his cock back to its full length.

Tomi was shocked at how much she was enjoying this session. This handsome guy was nice and polite and quiet and went along with whatever she wanted. His cock felt wonderful in her mouth, and she was not even the biggest fan of giving head--though the job required it for every customer. If any complaints were made regarding her performance, she could be fired on the spot. 

She ran her mouth up and down his shaft as his cock sprang to life and hardened in her mouth. Rob's dick was not too big, but definitely bigger than the average cock she worked with. The girth was a nice surprise and she loved that both her little hands fit around him with the head completely left over. She sucked him like that for a few moments, enjoying the beautiful Caucasian cock. 

Rob was enthralled watching her. She was so smooth, so professional--soft and precise in her technique. He had had good head before, or so he had thought until this little Asian girl stepped up to be 'heads' above the rest. 

Tomi ceased the fellatio after only a few minutes. She exited the tub and indicated he should stay inside. Once out of the water, Tomi moved to the side wall where an inflatable mattress was up and on its side against the wall. She lay the plastic mattress down in the middle of the room before grabbing another bottle from the little plastic rack on the floor. The bottle was white so Rob could not tell what was in it. 

Watching her closely, he watched as she poured a thick and clear liquid from the bottle onto the mattress. Bending over, Tomi spread the unscented lubricant all over the air mattress. Soon she began to slip and slide on the surface, making sure it was completely covered. Then, she lay on the mattress, her ass and pussy facing Rob. She beckoned him with her index finger as she bit her lip in anticipation. 

Rob stood from the water. His cock was still hard and stood straight up and out. Tomi was dripping wet at the thought of having that thing inside her. Rob moved to the bed and stood over Tomi for moment, letting her look at him. She sat up and sucked him just once, using the suction release at the end to make a popping sound when she let go. They both laughed. 

She motioned for him to lie down and Rob complied, his chest and cock facing up towards her. 

Tomi reached down and grabbed the oil from the floor. She poured a large amount onto his chest and her own hands before she put it down. 

Using her hands, she smoothed the liquid onto his chest and arms. Next, she covered the rest of him with oil with nothing but her body. Gliding, sliding and squirming, Tomi seemingly wrapped her body around him from all angles. She slid and rubbed all parts of her body over his, making sure he was totally covered in the unscented and slick oil. Her breasts slid over his chest and face as she moved over and around him. Rob tried to give them a little suck but Tomi made sure he could not quite reach, just to make him want it more. 

Soon she turned herself completely backwards into 69 position and slid her chest up and down his legs, giving him a remarkable view of her pussy and ass as she worked up and down rhythmically. She would position one of his legs between her tits and rub the entire length, which felt almost like a massage. She ran her tongue up and along his skin from his toes; as she reached the top she would end just beneath his balls, teasing him all the more. 

Finally she slid back so her pussy was right in his face. She smelled clean and like soap, and even though she was a prostitute, Rob could not resist the urge to bury his face in her pussy. His tongue probed up and down her folds and spread her open for him. Amazingly, she tasted very light and clean, with barely any hint of musk at all. Rob loved the feeling of her velvety folds as she ground her pussy against his lips and tongue. 

Though he was concentrating on her, he could feel her expert mouth and hands working his cock with gusto. They both moaned and breathed heavily as they orally pleased each other in the position of the yin yang. 

Finally Tomi slid forward and turned around. She made sure his cock was flat against his stomach as she sat on it, not taking him inside her, but straddling his length with her folds. She began to rock back and forth, wet humping his shaft in slow and long strokes. Rob grabbed her ass and implored her with his hands to speed up. 

Tomi obliged, beginning to work her hips and his cock faster and faster. She was moaning and panting as the girth of his penis sent shivers through her clit. Rob leaned back and let her work him, cowgirl style. 

Suddenly his cock felt surrounded and totally covered but the rocking did not stop. With a quick slip, her velvety and oily pussy took him inside her hole with no warning. Tomi knew she needed a condom to be safe and had one on the rack, but his cock felt so good she could not stop herself. Ricky laid back and closed his eyes, letting Tomi ride him at her pace. Ricky was unaware fucking bareback was not part of the usual protocol and did not even think about the little concern. 

Tomi was having an amazing time. She moved in all directions around Rob's big cock. Tomi could not remember another client's cock ever feeling this good, and she had serviced other large American men. Her few boyfriends never compared to this; did not even come close to be honest. She was emboldened by her pleasure and reached down to rub her clitoris as she rode him, a rare move for her in front of clients.

She began to moan and move faster and Rob knew neither of them would last long. It felt too damn good and the buildup had been too damn long to hold it back. Rob got turned on more as he could feel Tomi shaking and moaning her way to a monstrous orgasm.  

She lost it just before he did. Tomi stiffened and clamped her pussy around his dick, her hand now motionless on her clit. Tomi shook and vibrated and had to keep her voice down as she had the best orgasm of her two year pleasure oriented career. 

The tightening and clamping was the end for Rob as well. Without thinking about it he lost himself and exploded inside her as she continued to shake from her own orgasm. He held her hips and thrust himself into her as he filled her with spurt after spurt of cum. Tomi worked and clenched her muscles around him as his climax slowly abated. 

She dropped to his chest, allowing him to stay inside her as she kissed his face and neck. She kissed him once slowly and softly on the lips as she lifted herself off of his long but soft cock. Cum mixed with the oil and slid down her leg to fall on the floor. 

Tomi was weak at the knees. She had never had an orgasm like that with a client. Ever. She walked carefully cross the slick floor and turned on the shower. She lightly hummed as she rinsed herself. Rob watched her and realized he was very attracted to her, despite her profession. The water looked beautiful running down her naked body.

She beckoned to him again and she washed his body of all the oil while she played with his cock a little. Then she dried him off, head to toe. When they were both dry and naked, Tomi had him lay on the regular bed. 

Climbing in next to him, Tomi began to trace the outlines of the muscles on his chest. The feeling tingled uncontrollably and Rob broke into goosebumps which made Tomi laugh. She traced her finger down his naked chest and ran it in a gliding motion just over his cock, which involuntarily jumped at the caress. 

"More? 2 hours?" Tomi asked. 

He wanted to, he truly did, But Rob wanted to have the money to come back next week. "No, but soon."

Tomi just nodded and laid her head against his bare chest. Rob was from a family which did not grow much facial or body hair, only his stomach and nipples had any hair at all. 

After a few more minutes of Tomi running her fingers all up and down him, a little bell and a Japanese voice broke the silence of the room. Tomi acknowledged the voice with a three word response before she stood. 

"Time over."

Rob sighed, unhappy the experience was be over so soon. Although amazing, the hour had felt more like 15 minutes now that it was over. If he hadn't already cum twice, he might have taken Tomi up on her offer of more time. 

She dressed him, sliding her hands tenderly all over his body as she did so. He could tell she liked his body and certainly liked hers. He was almost hard again by the time she finished and had him sit to put on his shoes. 

"Tomi... do you work every Saturday?" Rob said slowly, hoping she would understand. 

Tomi nodded and pointed at herself. "Ask Tomi," she said, meaning to ask for her specifically the next weekend. 

Rob left the room with Tomi, his head light, fuzzy and happy. On the way out of the building, the doorman handed him another beer before he escorted Rob outside. A different taxi was waiting to take him back to base. 

Rob had never had better sex in his life, and he understood why so many men paid for the privilege. He had been lucky and gotten an attractive and sweet girl his first time out. Rob went home that night and dreamed of Tomi.Rob fucked her every Saturday for the next three weeks. On the fourth visit, he received an offer he could not refuse. 

Now Rob was neither a bad boy nor a saint. He had no tattoos or piercings and religion had never really appealed to him. He believed in being a decent human being on moral principles alone. Sex should be casual, consensual and fun. He was almost always cautious, save for his recent little slip with Tomi.

Smart but not overly smart, Rob had joined the Marines as a way to get money for college before he found himself acclimated to, and appreciative of the lifestyle of a Marine. He never worried about money or having a place to live, and he had luckily stepped up above the position of 'just a grunt'. He got to travel to amazing places like this. He could dig this lifestyle for a while before he started a family. 

Despite his good looks and because he was not a bad boy or sexual pervert, an idea as crazy as appearing in a porno had never occurred to Rob. It was his fourth Saturday trip to 'Tashi Soapland'. He always made sure to say it correctly now. On his second trip, Rob had been forced to learn the name of the brothel after the cabbie had taken him to a different establishment. Rob knew he could have another girl, but he wanted Tomi. Thankfully, they were in the same area as last time and Rob had been able to guide the taxi to the right place. Luckily, Rob recognized the distinctive pink character on the neon sign. 

His second time with Tomi had been even better than the first, sexually. They had skipped the bath and instead Tomi had tossed his salad, a first for him. Needless to say, he had melted like butter. 

The third time, Rob had to wait 30 minutes for Tomi. For just a moment, the thought of her with some other guy right before him bugged him. But then he remembered how clean and tidy she always was, and realized she washed herself dozens of times a day because of her job. She had been steadfast in making him use a condom the second time around, so he assumed she was safe with the others. Lucky for him, his assumptions were right and she was clean and got checkups to make sure she stayed that way. 

He began to realize her build-ups were epic and that made her very effective in controlling him. She would build him up and up to huge climaxes, and this third time she actually swallowed an entire load of his cum in the bathtub. 

Unknown to him, that was another 'first' for her, and she savored the salty cum in her mouth as she took it down in one large swallow. Some Japanese men would hold her head and make her take their load in her mouth, but hated when they forced it and would always spit their cum out. 

It was clearly apparent to Rob that she was enjoying fucking him as well. She would orgasm two or three times when they were together now. She was unafraid to masturbate in front of him and Rob suspected she would hold back her orgasms with other men for the day so she could get a big release with him. 

It was the fourth Saturday of their time together when his life changed forever. No one greeted him at the door and he smiled at the overhead camera as he waited. A long and silent minute passed before it opened. Instead of the usual doorman, the 'pimp' himself--the guy who took the cash--greeted Rob. The host smiled and bade him to enter after the removal of Rob's shoes. 

Rob moved to go into the curtain stall on his left when the pimp lightly touched his arm and shook his head. 

"No. Come..." he gestured to a doorway behind another curtain. They exited into a hall that was similar to the upstairs, though this corridor had fewer rooms. The pimp led him into a plain office that smelled like cigarettes and was barely cooled. Obviously, this guy liked it hot. The pimp gestured for him to sit across from him at a plain metal desk. The office was by no means posh. 

Rob sat, unnerved but strangely curious at the same time. He did not feel any real danger, and he trusted the instincts gained from his training. 

"What is going on?" Rob asked with a little smile, trying not to appear anything but friendly and curious. 

"Your name, Rob? Robert?" the pimp asked. 

Rob just nodded. 

"My name, Tashi-son. Boku-wa des, Tashi, Kazuo." Tashi bowed a little from his seat. Tashi introduced himself in the traditional Japanese style, his last name first and first name second. 

Rob returned the bow. The doorman, whose name was Sato, had told him the name of the place was Tashi, but Rob had no idea he had been dealing money to the actual Tashi. Rob relaxed a little. So the owner wanted to talk to him, and was being formal and friendly. No big deal. 

"So how can I help you?" Rob asked, his curiosity controlling him. 

"Please... wait. Eiko speak English good," Tashi said with another little nod of the head. 

Rob kept his eyes busy by looking at some of the hanging pictures on the wall. The art showed huge waves washing over several different motifs. Rob liked the printed pictures very much. If only he did not catch Tashi looking at him like a piece of meat every so often from the corner of his eyes. Had Rob known better, he would have realized Tashi was barely appreciating the physical aspects and more or less drooling over the financial prospects at play here. 

There was a light knock at the door and two voices announced their presence. Both voices were female and Rob was right about his guess when Tomi and another girl--this one model-gorgeous as opposed to really cute like Tomi--walked into the room and stood at the desk by Tashi. Tomi smiled at him brightly and the other girl was looking at him appreciatively as well. Apparently, she like what she saw. 

Tashi said something quick and short to the girl with Tomi. She nodded and looked to Rob. 

"Hello. My name Eiko. You already know Hitomi and Mr. Tashi."

She spoke English with a lighter accent and she said her words slowly and with purpose. Rob found it cute. 

"Yes. But mostly Tomi..." he said as he looked at her with lust. Tomi just smiled and looked down. 

Tashi squinted his eyes and smiled a little. He could tell this would go well already. 

Eiko continued, "We are very happy you enjoy our service. Hitomi speaks highly of you to Mr. Tashi. He wants to know if he could film you having sex...?" she drew the last question out alluringly. 

"Me?" Rob asked. 

"You, Me, Hitomi," she said quickly, her accent taking over a bit. 

"Do I have to pay more?" Rob asked. Even he had to admit it was getting a bit expensive to come every week. $600 a month was almost an entire paycheck. 

Hitomi actually laughed a bit and Tashi smiled and shook his head. 

"Mr. Tashi would pay you," Eiko said simply.

Tashi-son piped in at this point. "You good looking. Big penis. These are two best sexy girls. Movie will sell big," he said, the business man brimming at the novel idea. 

Rob did not know what to think. Fucking both of them was a fantasy he had never even realized he had, that was for damn sure. Even Tashi said they were his best looking girls. But to put it on the net or on video for anyone to see? He thought quickly, wanting more information. "Will you sell it?" 

Eiko translated for Tashi, who quirked an eyebrow and said one word in response.

"Is this a problem?" Eiko asked Rob. 

"I think I can get in trouble if I am recognized. I am a Marine."

Eiko translated. Tashi nodded and said something very quickly. Rob could not even follow the words. 

"This is all legal. We have contracts you will sign."

Rob nodded. So this was a professional porno, at least. Still, he had doubts. 

"I think I just can't. There are rules against it while I am active duty."

Eiko translated. Tashi did not sound too thrilled and went into a lengthy talk. Hitomi suddenly frowned. 

Eiko began, "Tashi-son says that is too bad. You have a look that would be very popular here." Eiko eye fucked him right then and there, confirming the notion to Rob. "He is willing to pay you $3000 US dollars, tonight, to do this. Hitomi and I will make $1000 from it. Good money."

Holy shit, Rob thought. Three thousand bucks to fuck these two hot Japanese girls on camera? The service he already wanted, plus a bonus, for free, with money thrown in to boot? 

The man in him would never let him say no to that. It was settled when he looked at Hitomi and realized she could probably really use that money. There was a hope in her eyes that confirmed it. 

Then, the Marine in him, the guy taught to follow rules and commands, continued to argue until Rob thought of a quick compromise.

"If I let you film this, would you promise to hold the tape for a week so I can check on some things? The rules about this?" Rob asked, looking at Tashi directly. 




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Eiko translated and Tashi nodded. "Yes, Promise," he answered himself. He said something to Eiko in Japanese. 

"If you agree to come back no matter what," Eiko said for Tashi. 

Rob could not believe this. In the matter of 4 visits to a brothel, he was being asked to star in porn with two hot Japanese girls that would do nearly anything with him! Was this really happening? Rob looked at both Hitomi and Eiko lustily. His loins overwhelmed his brain, and with a simple nod of his head his new life was born.



An American Gigolo in Japan Ch. 03



Thanks for reading! Ch. 4 will come soon for all who are following the story!

*

The next week, Rob Racer was getting ready for his first gig. Marine Rob and regular Rob were designated to the personality closet and he totally immersed himself in being a Gigolo--a damn good one at that, he promised inwardly. He put on tan slacks with brown dress shoes and a button up white shirt that he left undone at the top to show some muscle. He sprinkled on some cologne and checked himself in the mirror before he went to meet the taxi Eiko had promised would be waiting outside the gate. 

Luckily, no work obligations had arisen and Eiko had called yesterday to confirm he had a Saturday appointment lined up. Eiko's good English made her the translator and go between for himself and Tashi, and she seemed to enjoy the role. Rob thought that if it wasn't for Tomi, he would seriously chase after Eiko. Yet Tomi was more than a working girl to Rob, and he admitted to himself he had a little more in his heart than lustful desires for Tomi when it came right down to it. 

It was 8:00 and twilight was just beginning when he approached the cab just outside the base. A woman sat in the back seat and he almost passed it by, logically thinking it was occupied. As he walked, the woman in the back called his name. It was Eiko, and she was going to ride with him. 

He smiled and hugged her once inside the cab. It was a twenty minute ride and they had made no small talk for a few minutes before Eiko asked, "Ready for tonight?"

Rob just nodded, a little nervous.

"You look good." Eiko eye fucked him a little and bit her lip. Damn this Gaijin looks good, she thought to herself. It was the first time she had seen him in dressy clothes. Eiko reached over and put a hand on Rob's bulgy crotch. "Have you cum today?" she asked mischievously as she rubbed him through his pants. 

Rob looked forward but the cabbie seemed not to notice or care about what was going on in the backseat. Unfortunately, Rob had been unable to cum as he had not found a private moment to masturbate for the day. He had been hoping for a few minutes at the hotel alone so he could 'empty the chamber' as it were. He shook his head no. 

Eiko looked at Rob in mock disappointment. "You must release before date. So you can last long...make her work to make you cum." Eiko rubbed him harder, building him to a full erection. Before he could say anything, Eiko unzipped Rob's slacks. She played with the front of his boxer briefs until she had worked her way through the fabric to his rigid member. Rob just stared in disbelief as she pulled his erection out of the opening. 

Then, of course, he felt the cabbie's eyes on them. Sure enough, the man was getting an uncut view in the mirror. Rob tapped Eiko and nodded his head towards the driver. She glared into the rearview mirror and said something in Japanese that was most definitely rude, the tone alone confirmed it. Rob decided he didn't want to know what it was after the old man immediately moved his eyes back to the road with a gulp. 

She smiled slyly and began to fellate him. She started with licks around the base of his head before his cock slipped in between her lips, the pace building furiously as Rob leaned back to enjoy the blow job. Her hands gripped him like a vice and slid along his shaft easily once she lubricated him with saliva. She moved into a steady and perfect rhythm that had Rob ready to blow in short order. 

Every so often he caught the cabbie glancing at them. Rob thought about it and decided he didn't give a shit. The old man would likely enjoy himself thinking about the vision later. Besides, he had already been willing to star in porn and was now on his way to fuck a stranger for money. What could it hurt? Staring into the mirror Rob made sure to cup and squeeze Eiko's breasts through her shirt for his viewing pleasure. 

A few moments later he lost control and bucked and thrust his hips. Eiko smiled as Rob let go in her mouth and filled her throat with cum. She swallowed every drop and made sure his pants were spotless when she was done. With a little pat of his cock, the 'good boy' two tap, she tucked his cock back into his underwear. She rearranged his underwear and pants, and like magic the proof of their fooling around had neatly disappeared. 

They reached Tashi's soapland a few minutes later. The cabbie eyed them both thoroughly as they exited the cab but he did not say a word. Eiko gave him a dirty look and flipped him the bird before she dragged Rob into the parlor. Tashi was waiting for them. As a nice surprise, Tomi was waiting as well. She smiled at Rob as he walked in. He returned the smile and added a wink. 

Tashi noticed and said, "Later, you fuck Tomi all you want. Now, you ready?"

Rob nodded. "Hi."

"You good, yes? You look good. Make lady wet as rain."

Rob smiled. "Hi!" All three smiled back at him. He was convincing, at least. 

"Ok. You make $1,000 tonight. $1,500 if she want second date. Ok?"

Tashi had been practicing his English. Rob assumed Eiko had been helping. 

Rob nodded his agreement. "That's good. How long will I be gone?"

Tashi looked to Eiko in confusion. He did not understand what Rob meant. She explained to Tashi and said, "All night, if she wants." Tashi mentioned something else in Japanese. Rob looked to Eiko and raised his eyebrow.

"He says that you should make her sore. The time will go quicker."

Rob just nodded and suppressed a laugh. It was the weekend, so even if the sex went all night, it was not a big deal. 

"So where do I go?" Rob asked. 

Tashi himself answered. "You will go to hotel. Maybe dinner. Then..." he shrugged. 

Rob just nodded. Nothing else needed to be said. 

"Taxi be here 25 minute. Beeru?" Tashi offered. 

Rob nodded and Tomi left to get his beer. 

Tashi looked to Eiko and asked a question, and she nodded emphatically. 

"What was that?" Rob asked. 

"Tashi-son asked if you were empty for the date. I said yes."

"He told you to blow me in the car?" Rob asked incredulously. 

"Of course. You need to last long. Also, if you can perform in front of nasty old cab driver, you can perform anywhere."

Rob just smiled and nodded. Of course. A test. 

Then Tomi came back with his beer and a smile. Tashi nodded and directed Rob to go with Tomi and Eiko upstairs. 

They went to Tomi's usual working room. They sat, and Tomi said something quick and quiet to Eiko, who shook her head and looked at Tomi oddly. 

"What did she say?"Rob asked. 

"She wants me to ask...why you look at her so...wanting?"

Rob blushed. He realized all this time he and Tomi had never had a serious and full conversation about 'them'. Was there even a 'them?'

Rob answered, but looked only at Tomi while he spoke. "Tomi, you are so sweet. Very nice. I love your smile and the way your hands feel on me. I wish we could talk better..." Rob trailed off in frustration. What exactly did he want to say? 

Tomi actually gave a little cry, a soft little sound, once Eiko translated. It was of frustration and happiness, all at the same time. Rob luckily had kept his eyes on Tomi the whole time, and had missed the obvious look and tone of disappointment overtaking Eiko. 

"Are you ok?" Rob asked. He reached his hand out and rested it on Tomi's leg. 

Tomi lost it then and there. She lunged out and grabbed Rob, hugging him tight and crying. She kept saying one string of words over and over again. Rob held her and comforted her and raised his eyebrows toward Eiko. 

"She is saying, 'He could never want me with what I do,'" Eiko said softly. Despite her slight jealousy, Eiko felt badly for Tomi, it was clear.

Rob pushed Tomi back and made her look at him. "Tomi, do you have a boyfriend?"

Tomi knew what he was asking and shook her head no. 

"Tomi, I know we can't talk well, but I would love to be with you. Date you....whatever you call it."

Even Eiko looked surprised as she translated. Now Tomi looked supremely hopeful, but also a little suspicious. She asked something. 

Eiko translated, "You don't mind her work?"

Rob shook his head. Hell, he was about to go out on his first job himself. Who was he to judge? Tomi asked something else. 

"You don't mind that she is older than you?"

"It's only 6 years," Rob said with a 'you're serious?' kinda tone and look. 20 and 26 was not that crazy. "There is only one thing..."

Eiko looked at Rob expectantly. Eiko was secretly getting off on playing the go between. It was like a soap opera for her. Tomi was far more impatient, now fidgeting on the bed. 

"I want her to learn English. I am going to start learning Japanese. I want to talk to her. Get to know her."

Eiko translated and Tomi nodded enthusiastically. Just then, the little bell in the room sounded and Eiko sighed. "Time to go," she said. 

Tomi sighed and hugged Rob tightly. When she let go and made to leave, Rob grabbed her lightly and pulled her face towards his. He kissed her deep and slow and looked her deeply in the eyes afterwards. "Tomorrow," Rob said only, knowing Tomi knew the word. 

Tomi nodded, a tear in her eye. "Tomorrow," she said, almost proudly. 

The cab was waiting out front. Rob tried to let go of the conversation with Tomi but found he could think of nothing else but his crazy new life. 

In the span of a month, he had a prostitute girlfriend, a pimp for a boss and was about to go fuck some strange Japanese woman he had never met, for a cool grand to boot. All of this added to his responsibilities as a Marine, and that made for a weighty mind indeed. 

The cab soon pulled in front of a 12 story building that had to be the hotel. The cab driver handed him an envelope before he got out. It contained a room number and a key for the door, the usual key card which would swipe. Rob's eyes widened when he saw $500 dollars in the envelope. Half of his pay for the evening up front. He thought he could get to really like this 'business'. 

Suddenly, 20 questions flew through his head all at once. Would he pay for their date if they went out? Was she going to be able to speak English? What if something happened, like an accident or such? What would he do? What if some other Marine was here? An officer? Would he get in trouble? What if she was a dog and he couldn't get it up? 

Rob stepped out of the car feeling nervous and anxious. He entered the hotel and took the elevator to the 5th floor. 

50 feet of hallway had never seemed so long as he approached the second to last room in the hallway. Once in front of the door, he had to take a deep breath to get his heart and head to slow down. He took two more long breaths before he knocked lightly on the door, using the old 'shave and a haircut' knock. Rob took what he thought was a sexy pose, leaning into the doorway and giving a big smile. 

He waited that way for 3 minutes and nothing happened. He knocked again, twice as loud, and still got no answer. 

"Great, my first date and she stood me up," he muttered in annoyance and a bit of embarrassment. Rob hoped no camera saw him standing that way in the doorway for that long. He probably looked like an idiot. 

Reaching into his back pocket, Rob pulled out the envelope and the card key for the room. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do. Go in? What if she had looked through the key hole and not liked what she saw? Go back to Tashi's? What if he was supposed to wait inside for her?

After a few moments he said fuck it and used the key. At least he could wait in the air conditioned room and maybe watch some TV. 

The light above the lock flicked from red to yellow and he walked inside. The room was large and dark, the huge and heavy drapes drawn tight. It was dark now, and the room was pitch-black, like a cave. He could not even see his hand in front of his face. 

He was looking around for a light switch when a soft voice said, "Konichiwa."

Rob nearly jumped out of his skin. "Oh my god!" He had not seen the lump of a human form on the bed in the overwhelming dark. 

The voice giggled a little and Rob moved to stand just at the foot of the bed. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and he could see a short, female shape on the mattress, but no details stood out, she was an outline only. He took a quick breath and steadied himself. He was supposed to be a professional, after all. 

"Hello. Konichiwa," Rob said politely. 

The form on the bed moved and sat up. She had gotten on her knees and crawled to the end of the bed, right in front of Rob. Even as she extended herself fully upright, she was still a full foot and a half below his head. 

"Rob?" the woman said lightly, resting her hand on his chest. 

"Hi," Rob answered yes in Japanese. "Your name?"

"Akemi," she answered. She leaned her face into his chest and took a deep whiff. "Smell gooood," she said with a very thick accent. 

"Arigato," Rob answered. "Lights?" Rob asked. He could make out absolutely no detail about her at all. It was almost like he was blindfolded. 

"No," Akemi answered. "Dark."

Rob was surprised. He had figured his trick would want to see him, at least. Wasn't she paying for something more exotic than she could get normally? Rob thought about it and said quickly, "Good." He knew agreeing would be better than saying nothing. 

Rob could almost feel her smile in the dark. Before he could make the first move, he felt her small hands undoing the buttons of his shirt. 

Rob leaned forward to engulf Akemi but she held his arms back and said only, "My turn."

The buttons were quickly undone and her soft and small hands ran over his muscled chest. All that time in the gym had paid off, at least. Her fingers traced the underline of his pectorals, the semi circles of his abs. Before long, they wandered further south. Through his pants, Akemi cupped his bulge. 

"Big," Akemi said without seeing a thing. Rob just smiled. He did not know Akemi got a very good glimpse of his white teeth in the darkness. 

She lightly slipped his belt off and undid the top button of his pants. The zipper made a long and pronounced noise, highlighted by the dark and quiet conditions of the room. Rob thought about it, and realized he had never made love in total darkness. He was a visual guy, to say the least; he wanted to see every inch of any skin he touched. Yet he found the thought of something new was turning him on. 

His pants, socks and shoes came off and soon he was standing in front of the bed in his snug black boxer briefs. Of course the black faded into the darkness, but Akemi loved the contrast between the cotton and his white skin. 

Now she stood and got nose to nose with him. He leaned forward to give her a little peck but found her cheek instead of her lips. She wanted no part of kissing, and instead drew the soft skin of her face over his, nuzzling and nudging him. The sensations were fantastic. Rob was already at full mast. 

Akemi grabbed his hands and led them to her shirt, which he slowly took off. He unclasped her bra and took her breasts into his hands, kneading them gently. Akemi moaned in pleasure and rubbed herself against him, chest to chest. 

Rob leaned down to take off her lower clothes but Akemi stopped him. Instead, she moved her body down a little and started to rub his crotch again. Rob moaned as her hand found its way inside his briefs. She stroked him beneath the fabric and soon slipped the underwear down to his ankles. Rob leaned down to remove them, intending to put his arm on her leg, just for balance. 

When his hand touched her bare flesh, he was momentarily confused. It was obvious she was already nude from the waist down, but that was not the confusing part. The skin of her chest, arms and back was soft and smooth--silky even. But as he ran his hand up and down her bare leg, the skin was rough, knotted, totally covered in scars. He felt her stiffen and tense under his probing touch. 

Rob stopped, surprised for just a second, but he recovered quickly without a word and got his boxers off. 

His mind raced, wondering what to do. Then it became clear to him. There was nothing he could do. But there was something he SHOULD do. 

He put his hand back to her leg (her left) and rubbed and caressed the damaged skin. His hand movements told him her entire thigh, just up to her stomach, was covered in the scars. He rested his other hand on the opposite leg and felt the soft and smooth flesh he expected this time. 

Akemi was still holding herself rigidly and was trying to find some word in English. Before she could say or do anything Rob leaned down and placed a series of gentle kisses over the scarred appendage. Akemi moaned a little in pleasure. She guided him to a standing position with her arms again and began to kiss his muscled stomach, working her way down. 

She lifted his balls with one hand and cupped them while she encircled his cock with the other. She planted light kisses around the entire shaft before she started to lick up and down. 

The darkness made the experience all that more thrilling for Rob. He could only see the dark outline of her hair and head as she began to fellate him. She could not take him very far in her mouth but she made up for that with her hands and the sheer power of the suction of her mouth, which was incredible. Rob began to pump a little, moving in time with her working fist and mouth. Soon she let go off his cock and balls and grabbed his ass with both hands while he slowly pumped his member in and out of her mouth. 

Just as he felt that first strong tingle, (he knew his oncoming orgasm had to wait for hers) he withdrew from her mouth. He felt his way down until he was encircling her with his arms and he lifted her up and then down, putting her firmly on her back on the bed. While he wanted to be gentle, he also wanted her to feel he wanted this as much as she did. Surprisingly, he found that this feeling was not a lie. He most definitely wanted to fuck this woman in the darkness, to hear her calling his name. 

Rob pulled her legs apart and slid up her chest. He started at her neck, planting the kisses women loved so much (you know the ones, where you lightly lick, suck and kiss all at the same time, without being messy or loud) up and down her body. Her nipples were small and hard and he swirled and swooped his tongue and mouth around them both in turn. 

Then he ran his tongue down her belly and began to kiss her inner thighs. He could smell her wetness before he felt it. She smelled slightly strong, but not bad, just a little more intensely than the working girls. He could feel her little pubic hairs tickle his face as he worked her thighs. Her left inner thigh was scarred and gnarled but he kissed and sucked the skin anyway. Akemi moaned and gasped at the treatment. 

"Rob, Rob, Rob," she moaned over and over lightly. Rob could feel her desire, her longing for him, her impatience to get to the money part, but he wanted her to wait. The tease, the anticipation--that was a big part of what made the ladies want the service, Eiko had told him. 

He moved his mouth up and down her good leg and lightly kissed the top of her feet and toes while he rubbed them a little. He moved to the other leg and was surprised to find her scars ran up and down her entire left leg—the whole appendage was completely covered in scar tissue. Without any reservations he treated the scarred leg just as he had the other; lovingly and gently. 

Rob did not linger (he was getting paid to make her cum after all) and soon he was deep inside her folds with his tongue. Running his practiced mouth up and down and over her pussy, he had her squirming and pumping against him in no time. He used two fingers to lift and uncover her clit as he tongued the little button repeatedly. As he felt her get close to climax, he stopped and pulled back a little, right before he buried his tongue as deeply as he could in her opening while nudging her clit with his nose. He thrust his tongue in and out and built her close to orgasm again before slowing when it approached. 




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Rob moved back to her clit exclusively and the third time was the charm. He sucked and blew on the button before he took it and her upper folds fully into his mouth. He sucked the entire area in and out and in and out of his mouth and then slipped one finger inside her, plunging the digit in and out at a rapidly growing pace. 

Akemi lost it and grabbed his head. Rob knew if he had long hair she would have pulled it, and hard. Soon she started to shake and moan as loud as she could and then Rob felt the familiar sensation of a pair of legs wrapping and tightening around his head. Just as she was about to lose it, Rob lifted her ass and pelvis completely off the bed, making her arch her back and hold on for dear life as she erupted.

"Roooobbbbbbbbbb!" she cried as her orgasm overtook her. Akemi bucked and pumped at his head while she shook like a fully charged vibrator. Her breathing hit a crescendo and stopped, Rob recognized that as the peak of orgasm. He slowed his mouth and gently began to lower her back to the bed. When her ass touched the sheets Rob finally pulled back and moved to lie next to her in the darkness. 

So far, he had not seen a thing, as the saying went. Rob reached down and felt that his cock was still hard, even after minutes of no actual touching. It confirmed something for him though; now he knew he could do the work, could even be genuinely excited by it. His mind laughed at the thought of getting paid for this. Rob would have done it for free. 

"Good?" he asked Akemi, already knowing the answer. 

She actually laughed and said something in Japanese. He was gonna have to learn the native tongue while he gave his native tongue, there was no doubt. He felt embarrassed that he could not reply. 

"Soooooo good," Akemi breathed into his ear as she leaned into him. She got quiet for a moment as she leaned into him more. She fingered his chest, stroking the skin lightly. "Leg...ok?"

"Shhhh...." He whispered into her ear. 

Akemi sniffed a little, touched by the kindness. She reached down and started to stroke him. 

"Fuck me," Akemi said lightly. 

"Wakata," Rob answered back. (I understand.)

He turned Akemi over to her stomach and lifted her ass until she was on her knees. He reached over and pulled out a condom from his slacks on the floor. She heard the sound of the wrapper and turned around quickly. 

"Give," she said. 

Rob silently handed her the condom and heard her opening the wrapper. Rob was kneeling and saw her shift her head down. He felt her mouth encircle his cock as she slid the condom on without using her hands. He let her work for a few seconds (a blowjob was damn near worthless with a condom on—that was Rob's opinion) before he tried to turn her over again. 

"You, top," Akemi said, resisting the movement. 

"No," Rob said with a touch of intensity. He grabbed her a little more forcefully and turned her over. Akemi squealed a little as he pulled her ass against his cock, but he knew she was enjoying it. She had had her turn. Now he wanted to fuck her brains out, Rob Racer style.

He thrust home quickly, not wasting time. Rob gave her a few minutes of slow, protracted strokes before he began to build speed. Akemi's breathing intensified as he worked to full speed. She began to moan and pant louder and louder as he got into his full rhythm. He stopped for a second and grabbed her left arm, putting her hand on her own clit. She started to play with her button as he grabbed her other arm and pulled it back, holding her entire body weight up as he pounded her. 

She lasted 93 seconds at Rob's top speed. Before he could even get close to cumming she was screaming and wailing at the top of her lungs. Her body shook and he could feel her vaginal muscles clench and tighten around him. 

He stopped when she stopped and slowly pulled his cock out of her dripping wet pussy. She fell to the bed in a heavily breathing and panting heap which made Rob laugh a little. He had done well. No woman could fake that reaction. 

"Now that had to be good," he said to her as he pulled up behind her to spoon. 

"Wow," was all Akemi could say in English, but she said a few other things in Japanese. Rob cursed the language barrier again. After a few moments, she asked softly, "You...cum?"

"Shhhh..." Rob whispered again, letting her know he didn't care. Tomi would take care of him later. 

"No. You cum." This time she pushed Rob onto his back. He let out another little laugh as he felt her move between his open legs. 

He felt her spit and lube up his cock as her hands began to pump. She tickled his balls and reversed her hand into a very pleasing stroking motion. Rob began to moan in pleasure and Akemi increased the speed of her working hands. Then she leaned down and took just the head of his cock in her mouth while she continued to stroke. She sucked for all she was worth, stroking his cock and fondling his balls. 

Rob could not take it and soon he tapped on her shoulder and moaned loudly to let her know he was going to pop. She only intensified and he realized he was going to get to cum in her mouth, a favorite of his. The very thought brought him to the brink. 

He grabbed her soft hair and pulled it just a little as he let go in her mouth. She kept stroking as she swallowed and took the entire eruption straight down her throat. Rob got super sensitive very quickly and used the hair in his hand to lift her head off him. 

"Wow," Rob said lightly. Akemi giggled a little and moved up to straddle him, rubbing her still wet pussy against his softening cock. 

"You best ever," Akemi said in his ear as she lay against him chest to chest. She kissed his cheeks and neck softly. 

"Arigato," Rob said honestly, (his guy mind thought proudly, 'That's not the first time I've heard that') but he kept that to himself. "Shower?" Rob asked simply, hoping she knew the word. 

"You go. I join."

Rob smiled and got off the bed, walking to the shower naked. He turned on the bathroom light and opened the door wide, using the light of the bathroom to shed a little bit of detail on the room and Akemi. She was sitting up on the bed now, her back to him, and she was rubbing her leg. Her hair was shoulder length and very shiny, her skin was a light cream color. Her face was still hidden from him however. 

"Hurry," Rob said with a smile as he got the water running and hot. He stepped inside and lost himself for a few minutes as he replayed the sex in his head. 

It was five minutes before Rob realized what was up. He heard a few little noises and poked his head out of the shower, but now the bathroom door was closed. She had done that quietly, he noticed, Rob had purposely left the door open. He turned off the water and wrapped himself with a towel. He opened the bathroom door and poked his head around to find the room empty. 

Akemi was gone, and Rob never saw her again. 

The cab ride back to Tashi's was long and troubled for Rob. Rob was sure he had done something wrong and that was why Akemi had left. He ran the entire time in the hotel over and over again in his head. Hadn't everything gone ok? He could not decide until he walked into Tashi's and was ushered quickly into the back room, Tashi's office. Rob could only assume he was in trouble, but what the hell had gone wrong?

Tashi and Eiko were waiting for him. Rob sat in the chair across from Tashi, sure he would get a tongue lashing, feeling sorry for Eiko that she would have to translate. 

Instead, Tashi simply stood and bowed, deeply, to Rob. Rob looked to Eiko, who nodded urgently to him. Rob understood and got up quickly and returned the bow. 

They both sat back down and Tashi went into a long speech. Rob recognized Akemi's name, which Tashi used four times. Finally, Eiko translated. 

"Tashi-son wants you to know you did very well tonight. Akemi is Tashi-son's..." she stopped, looking for the word. "Tashi's sister's daughter."

"Niece," Rob helped. 

"Thank you. Niece, yes. Akemi said you were kind and gentle. You treated her very well, and gave her much pleasure. Did you enjoy your time?"

Rob nodded. "Very much."

Eiko smiled. "Good. Tashi-son wants you to know you have made him very happy. He loves his niece very much, and takes care of her as much as he can. Akemi is lonely. You were a birthday present to her. Akemi did not want to leave, but she had too. She said to tell you sorry."

Rob smiled. So that was the whole thing. It was another test. He wanted to be mad, but couldn't be bothered with it. Rob was elated. He had passed, after all. 

"What happened to Akemi? Is she ok?"

"She was in a car crash. She was pinned in the car while it was on fire," Eiko answered. 

Rob looked to Tashi. "Sorry to hear that. She was very nice. I wish I could have seen her."

Tashi understood and smiled at him. "You good man. Good fuck too. Akemi say, best ever."

Rob bowed his head a little and Tashi returned the gesture. Before they could start again Tashi tossed another envelope to Rob. He opened it and gasped. He had already been paid $500, and there was another $2000 in the envelope. 

Rob looked at Tashi in disbelief. It was $1000 more than even the highest priced Tashi had quoted him. "Thank you, sir."

Tashi smiled. "Soon, we make big money, Rob Racer."



An American Gigolo in Japan Ch. 04



I am sorry it took so long to get this out. My muse took a long vacation, got fired, then rehired, then we had to work the next few chapters out. I am turning this into a long novel, so keep reading and thanks for all the nice comments!



Rob Racer was drenched and pissed. All in all, it sure was a crappy way to start his second date. 

The night with Akemi--when Rob had been handed the largest wad of cash in his life--was only a week removed, and all week Rob had thought about nothing but his date with Hitomi and next payday. Never had he thought the latter would go as horribly as this. 

Somehow making it worse at the moment was the fact that the night before had been almost pure bliss. Hitomi and Rob had gone on their first real date and it went swimmingly, as they sometimes said back home in that almost old timey style. They had seen a movie, ate at the best Mongolian BBQ joint ever, (Genghis Khan, if you ever get to Okinawa, I promise it's worth it) and they had gotten to communicate a little better when they were alone. There were still some hand gestures and Rob felt his own English get dumbed down as the night wore on, but they were having so much fun it didn't matter. 

After the date, they had found a little hotel and had sex for the first time away from Tashi's, an experience he would not forget. The sex was slow and passionate and they had connected in a way he had never experienced before. 

So how the hell was this happening the very next night?

First, the cab had met him right outside the base 15 minutes late. The guy would not say a word to him other than to tell him to get in, and Rob was not even sure this was the right guy. He was old and rude and gave him dirty looks in the rearview mirror, making the Marine in Rob want to smack the impertinence right of his face. When the ride was finally over and driver told him to get out, it didn't matter to Rob where they were, he just wanted out and away from the guy. 

It should have mattered. That was 40 minutes ago, and in the meantime he had almost gotten totally lost and busted to boot.

Of course, the cloud cover had turned to rain about 90 seconds after he got out of the cab. Why wouldn't he get soaked to the bone right before a date? His clean and pressed clothes now stuck to his body uncomfortably, and even though it was early fall the rain was a little cold. He stood still right where the cab had dropped him off for almost 20 minutes before he could not take it anymore, and turned around to walk back the way the cabbie had brought him. As the cabbie was late in the first place, Rob assumed he had missed the date, and he was pissed. The ride had lasted more than 20 minutes, so Rob thought it might take him an hour or more to walk back to base. It was about 6:00pm and still light out, but it would be dark before he got back to base, which would only make the rain colder. 

When the rickety old van pulled over on the other side of the street, Rob for a moment thought it might be his date. Then his common sense kicked in and he realized no self respecting woman who could afford his services would ever drive that piece of shit. He ignored them and walked on until the horn sounded and a clear and deep American voice called out, "What the hell are you doing out here, Marine?"

Rob froze. The voice had that damn tone to it, one he had only barely started to develop himself. Authority. 

He turned and walked to the van. It was slightly behind him, and as he approached he saw the blue dot on the registration sticker that signified it belonged to an officer. Had he been in uniform, he would have had to salute. Instead he approached the window and took the POA (Position of Attention) like the good grunt he was. 

"Good evening Sir," Rob said quickly. 

"Relax, Marine, we are both off duty. What are you doing out here? You get lost?"

Rob did not know it, but he was just outside a larger residential area that usually saw very little Marine activity, much less a Marine on foot out in the rain. 

"I was with my girlfriend, Sir. She..." Rob was lost for words, unsure which lie would work best. 

"Kicked you out?" The officer offered. 

Rob sighed in relief. The guy had just done his work for him. "Yes Sir. I made a mistake at dinner, and her Mom got really mad."

The officer just laughed. "I bet she did. Well, get in. I won't have a Marine getting sick by walking over 10 clicks back to base. Who are you with?"

"4th Marines, sir. Regimental headquarters."

"You mean Camp Schwab? Hell, then you better get in here. It's farther than you think back to base."

Rob panicked. What the hell was he supposed to do? The guy was basically ordering him to get in, but he had to be out here for his date apparently. Fuck a duck. 

"Sir, Tomi just called me, and she is on her way. She just had to calm her Mom down. She'll give me a ride back to base."

The officer gave him a look that plainly said he wasn't buying it. "How about you wait in the van then? You are already soaked to the bone."

Rob was now in full Holy Shit mode, he had to think quick. "Sir, she might drive right by me if I am in a van, I really should wait for her."

The officer nodded and gave him a sad, knowing smile. "You sure?"

"Sure as shit, Sir. She better put out tonight after all this," Rob threw in, just to make it sound good. 

The officer laughed. "Well, I guess she better. Here," the officer held out a card. It was an Arrive Alive card with the number for a base taxi service that specialized in bringing drunks that could not drive back to base. Rob had one of his own safely tucked in his now soaked wallet. 

"Thanks sir, if she is not here in 10 minutes, I'll give 'em a call."

"See that you do. This weather here can get you sick in a heartbeat. Take care, Marine."

"You too, Sir." Rob snapped back to the POA before the officer waived him off and drove away. Rob could not remember letting out a bigger sigh of relief as the old van turned the corner and disappeared.

That had been 15 minutes ago, and now Rob really was ready to use the Arrive Alive card. Soaked, forced to lie to an officer and still unsure if he was in the right spot, Rob had never had a worse date in his life, paid or pleasure. 

Then he saw the headlights pull up behind him. It was still light out so he could see the car and he realized immediately this was his ride. It was a black, deeply tinted sedan, and had to cost at least 100,000 grand. He could not recognize the style or design but it was a luxury car to say the least. 

The horn beeped once and Rob took a deep breath. He was in no mood for his date now. He wanted to get dry and eat--and then drink about 20 beers and just forget all about this. Tashi had not given him any money up front, so at least he could feel good about stiffing the date. 

Then he thought about the Mustang he wanted to buy when he got home. He was almost halfway there already, and Rob thought that in a month of work he might be close enough to put a down payment on it and have it ready and waiting for him when he got to the states. He sighed again, this time out of frustration, and approached the car. He made to get in the front passenger seat but the rear passenger side window rolled down and Rob heard a feminine voice say, "Back here." 

When Rob opened the door to get in the back seat, he was as surprised as he could be. An American model, or what surely must have been one, sat in the back seat of the car. She was definitely not a local, that was for sure. Rob thought she might have been from the Midwest, like he was. 

He climbed in and noticed that the front seats and back seat of the car were separated by a dark black glass that could not be seen through. 

"Uh, hello," Rob stammered, unsure of what was going on.

"Please tell me you are Rob," the gorgeous woman asked. "I would hate to pick up some random Marine and then tell him to go back out into the rain."

Rob nodded and smiled, "I am Rob, and I don't know if I would get out even if I wasn't."

She smiled and laughed at that, a pretty sound which almost made Rob forget he was soaked to the bone and frustrated as all get out. Her lips were large and her face small, like many a model. Her brown eyes seemed to shine in the dark car and she was rail thin, almost too skinny for his taste but she had a chest on her that belied her smallness. They looked great in the light cream colored top she wore, pushing against the material. Her hair was brunette and styled in an A-cut. Rob guessed she was maybe 30, but no older and maybe a bit younger. 

"Good...even if you weren't Rob, I might not tell you to get out, handsome."

Rob blushed a little. 

"So...you are soaked. I didn't think it would rain. Dinner and dancing at the club will have to wait for another night, I suppose."

Rob silently thanked God for that. Dancing was not a forte of his, but he realized then that he might have to learn to perform the job. Maybe Tomi or Eiko could teach him. They sure could move their hips well enough. 

"So you are?" Rob asked, trying not to eye fuck this woman too badly. 

"Oh, you want to know my name?" She asked mischievously. 

"It would help," Rob said. 

"Well, let's just say my name is Nikki. How do you like that?"

"I would say it's a good a name as any, Nikki."

"Good." Nikki leaned forward and tapped the glass partition, and the car got underway. 

Rob tried to lean in and assume a more comfortable position, but he squeaked against the leather seats as he was soaked. They both looked at each other for a moment and laughed at the same time a second later. 

"You really are soaked. I guess I have to take you home and clean you up. It was supposed to be after a great night of fun, but we will have to make do."

"Thanks..." Rob trailed off, not knowing what to say. He had never thought he would have to communicate clearly with one of his dates. He couldn't be the shy and quiet American around this woman. 

"You were not expecting an American, were you?" Nikki asked with a grin. Now she started to look him over, and Rob could tell she liked what she saw. 

"Not at all," Rob replied, which was better than the "Fuck no" that sprung to his mind first. 

"Good. I am glad I surprised you. You surprise me too. Waiting out there in the rain like that. I thought I would find the entire road empty."

You almost did, after I nearly got caught, Rob thought to himself. "I am glad I waited," Rob said honestly.

"Me too. You are a treat to look at. Your muscles, your jarhead haircut. I see the Marines around the island all the time but I have never...sampled one."

Rob smiled. "How did you find out about me? Are there many Marines to buy for a night?"

"I only have heard of you. I am not going to give away all my secrets, but let's just say women married to rich men like I am have certain friends who talk, and certain friends who recommend certain services. I have tried a few of the local studs but found them...wanting. When I heard about an American gigolo here in Okinawa, a Marine to boot, I had to give you a try."

"You are married?"

"To a business man who is hardly ever home to pay me the attention I deserve. But the money, the lifestyle..." she shrugged, as if to say 'who could say no?'

"What...does he think of this?"

"Hikaru is much too busy to notice. He has been in the mainland for more than a month now."

"And what we do, will be kept secret?" Rob could just imagine the reaction at his command if an angry Japanese businessman stormed the base, accusing him of fucking his wife for money.

"Our driver here will make more money than he makes in two months to keep this quiet. Don't worry," she patted him on the leg, "you are safe with me." 

He smiled his biggest smile back at her. 

"So... Rob Racer. I love the name. As good as any porn name."

"How did you hear that name?" Rob had thought it only a private joke between Tomi and Eiko. 

"Oh, I saw a certain video of you with two young women where you displayed...your skills. At the beginning of the video, your name appears in both Japanese and English. It's great, and appropriate."

Rob blushed and couldn't think of anything to say. 

Nikki smiled wide. "Awww, cute. This is gonna be fun."

"You think so?"

"Of course I do. It's not often I get to break a hot Marine."

Rob's smile disappeared and he let out a big gulp.

The ride to her house was pleasant as could be seeing as how Rob was cold and soaked. It was a 30 minute drive so they had a little time for small talk. It turned out Nikki was from Northern Florida and she was actually 32 years old, which Rob could not believe. Her husband had homes in Japan, Okinawa and the States, but Nikki preferred Okinawa and the hot and humid climate which reminded her of home. 

Rob told her of South Dakota and she gave him a look of sympathy as he described the lack of things to do there, one of his primary reasons for joining the corps. He stayed away from any talk about sex—since letting her intentions of rough stuff slip Rob was nervous. He had never been a BDSM guy, hell, he wasn't even sure exactly what the term meant, and he could only imagine the kind of things Nikki had waiting for him. 

When they arrived at her house Nikki ushered him straight up the stairs and into the shower adjoining her bedroom, not joining him but promising to be ready when he was. He stepped out to find a soft white robe waiting for him. His clothes had disappeared--Rob could only assume she was having them cleaned—and when he stepped into her bedroom, Rob let out a small gasp. 

Nikki was wearing black leather shorts that barely came down an inch past her upper thighs. California short shorts had nothing on these babies. She was kneeling on the bed with her back up straight. He couldn't help but notice how her pussy lips camel-toed out of the leather, seemingly ready to spring forth whenever they were let free. Her large breasts were only covered by a bra that was in actuality a string that had two circles on it to only halfway cover her slightly large nipples. Rob's instinct told him her tits were enhanced, but he did not care either way--they looked great covered only by the black leather strings. She wore no headgear of any kind, in the shower Rob had imagined a scenario with a full on leather suit and prayed that the lack of said suit meant the sex would not be as rough as she intimated. 

Then he saw what lie on the bed. There was a black whip which was so sleek and shiny it looked almost sharp. Two floggers, (although he did not know that was their real name, he just thought of them as different whips) one with thin strings and one with thick strings, flanked the whip. There was a length of rope, handcuffs and a pair of leather shorts besides the objects designed to cause him pain. 

Now Rob was not a pussy. Dude is a Marine after all, and a grunt, which translates into hardcore Marine compared to most others. But Rob was suddenly scared. Truly scared. BDSM practices were not a fantasy of his, and he had never even thought that the situation would come up. 

"You look...worried," Nikki said as he walked in an inspected the equipment. 

"I..." Rob stammered, unsure of himself. Should he tell her he was a BDSM virgin? Lie and say he did it all the time? Could he get it up while in pain? The tingle of the mouthwash the soapland girls used would not even come close to this. 

"Yes?" Nikki led. 

"Are the shorts for me?" Rob asked, not knowing what else to say. 

"I guess not all Marines are dumb jocks," Nikki said with a smile. "I had to guess the size, based on the video. Try them on."

"How...tight will they be?" Rob asked after he picked them up. They looked like they might fit on a guy half his size.

"Tight enough," was the only answer Nikki gave. She was enjoying this immensely, having already guessed correctly she was about to break his cherry—in this regard, at least. It was the only reason she had not put Rob in full slave and mistress mode already. 

Rob slipped the robe from his shoulders, and was disappointed to find that he was no longer hanging well after his hot shower. His nerves creeped up his spine, along with his cock. 

"Oh, that won't do. Come here," Nikki got down from her kneeling position to sit on the edge of the bed. 

Rob did as he was told and stepped up to stand right in front of her face, which was just a little above his cock. Nikki reached out and fondled him, starting under his balls to move up and grasp his shortened staff, which only too quickly responded to her touch and began to lengthen. 

"There we go," Nikki said softly as she pulled just the head into her mouth and gently bit down.

Rob jumped and only stared straight ahead, his hairs standing on end. 

"It really is your first time..." Nikki said with a slight coo. She was having too much fun. 

Rob nodded in response, figuring the cat was out of the bag now. 

"Well... I won't hurt you. Badly. You might have some marks though," as she finished the words, she reached down and encircled her hands around his balls and gave them a not so gentle squeeze. "But don't you worry. I take care of all my bitches."

Rob looked down at her, knowing that at any second he could overpower her and show her who was who's bitch. 

"Now, the shorts." Nikki moved back to lie on her side on the bed. Her left breast spilled from underneath the little dot of leather, and Rob felt his cock jump.

Rob got into the shorts, which were not as tight as he thought, and was happy to see his bulge press out handsomely from the tight material which was designed to hold it all in. 

"Nice," Nikki said appreciatively. "Turn around."

Rob turned slowly and stopped when his ass was in full view for her. The shorts rode high and he could feel flesh threatening to escape, like when a woman wore short shorts and half her ass hung out. 

"Very nice... I bet you wouldn't let me fuck you, would you?"

Rob turned around immediately, his answer plain to see in the look on his face. Holy shit, what was he getting himself into a gigolo?

Nikki just laughed. "Maybe we'll have to work you up to that. You should try it though, there is a reason it's all the rage for gay men." She got up on her knees again, face to face with him. "Now, there a few rules, for both of us. First, I need a safe word from you big boy."

"Please God stop," Rob blurted out. 

Nikki laughed hard at that. "Well, that could work, but I want you say that at least once for REAL. No, I mean a word for emergencies. If I do...anything..." she lifted her hand and traced the outline of his right pectoral, then gave his nipple a good hard twist, "that is too much for you, just a simple word to let me know to back off...not stop." 

Rob found himself sweating. He thought hard. "How about gigolo?" It was the first thing that came to mind. 

"Nice, a few syllables, easy to understand. We can do that. My word for you will be kitty."

Rob raised an eyebrow. 

"A private joke," Nikki answered. "Now...what will you not do, just to give me an idea?"

"I...don't really know."

"I don't really know, Mistress Nikki."

"I don't really know, Mistress Nikki."

"I can't fuck you? I have a nice big dildo under the bed."

"No."

"No, Mistress Nikki," she corrected. 

"No, Mistress Nikki," Rob said correctly. It was the most fucked up game of Symon says he had ever played, that was for sure. 

"Well...I'll take $500 off your asking price for that refusal. What do you think of that, Rob?"

Rob thought it was well worth it, but wouldn't say that out loud. Smartly, he stayed quiet. 

"Ooohh, a tough one. We'll see how tough you are. Can I use a finger? Just one little finger?" She held up her ring finger, which had lost the wedding ring she wore back in the car. 




An American Gigolo in Japan Ch. 04



"Gently, Mistress Nikki."

"Well, where is the fun in that? But I'll take that as a yes. Can I smack you, Rob?"

"Yes, Mistress Nikki." 

It came without warning, a quick slashing movement across his face. He took it with a blink, but no flinch. 

Nikki smiled. Rob could only imagine the trouble he could be in if he gave her any reaction. "Don't worry, I won't get harder than that. What do you think of my toys, Rob?" Nikki asked with an evil grin. 

"They look...intense, Mistress Nikki," Rob answered honestly. 

"They are, they are. They are not only for you, either."

Thank god, Rob thought to himself. 

"Can I tape this, Rob?" Nikki asked, reaching down to fondle his package through the leather shorts. 

"I can't be recognized on tape," Rob said quickly. He got another smack. 

"You forgot something..." Nikki said with an intense look in her eye. 

"Mistress Nikki," Rob answered, now a little annoyed. 

"Why not?"

"I could get in trouble with my command, Mistress Nikki," Rob answered. 

She nodded. "I was afraid of that. They would only let me watch the video, when I so wanted to keep a copy of it...I wanted to masturbate to it later on...was that very nice of them, Rob?"

"No, Mistress Nikki," Rob agreed. 

"So I guess we have to play nice..." she sighed a little, and lay back on the bed. "First, before anything, I need to cum—right now. Take my shorts off, Rob."

"Yes, Mistress Nikki," Rob answered. He slipped onto the bed and moved to slide the leather shorts down. 

"No...with your mouth, Rob."

"Yes, Mistress Nikki." The shorts were tighter on her than the shorts he wore, and it took real effort to even get them started down her hips. He supposed he looked like a dog trying to get plastic wrap off a steak without being able to tear it to shreds. Finally he got one side past a very lovely ass cheek, and when the other slide slipped down he lifted her legs and fished them off with pronounced movements side to side. He tossed them on the floor with a smile when he had them off. 

"Now, eat my pussy Rob."

She was shaved bare, Rob's favorite. Tomi had tried to go bare for him but she got too many razor bumps and Rob had not wanted her to be uncomfortable. He started by biting and sucking Nikki's inner thighs, a mistake. 

She roughly tapped him on the top of his head. "I said I wanted to cum, Rob. Has any woman ever cum by thigh play alone?"

"No, Mistress Nikki," Rob answered. 

"Good. Now go get the shorts and let's try this again."

Rob wanted to tell her to go to hell, but he complied. He instantly understood she was trying to make him uncomfortable, but not drive him totally away. It was all just a game. 

They went through the process of taking her shorts off again. This time after they were shucked, Rob spread her legs and sucked the entire folds surrounding her clit into his mouth. He twisted and sucked the flesh, fleeing her clitoris slip and move underneath the skin. 

Nikki cried out, not expecting him to go right at it like that. But she loved it. 

Rob then lifted a hand up, but thought twice before asking, "Would you like fingers, Mistress Nikki?"

"Oh yes, two in my pussy, one in my ass."

The shocker. At least this was something Rob knew. His massage therapist fuck buddy back home had loved it when he ate her pussy with the shocker. 

Rob took her folds and clit back into his mouth as he slipped two fingers inside her now sopping pussy. Her liquid was slightly thick and creamy, but did not have a strong smell, so Rob did not care. After a little bit of sucking on his pinky and probing her, the digit slipped into her tight puckered hole. 

Nikki lifted her ass off the bed, dragging Rob along with her at the new penetration. Her hips ground in a circle around his face as she built closer and closer to her orgasm. 

It took only about a two minutes longer. Rob had become a cunnilingus master thanks to Tomi and Eiko's instructions. It was all about what time it was. Tomi had taught him that to use his tongue to turn the hands of clock from the opposite side to the current time. By the time he reached a quarter after seven, Nikki screamed aloud and thrust against his face one final time before dropping her hips and ass back to the bed. 

She sat up instantly. "That was wonderful Rob. Now lie down on your stomach."

Rob gulped a little but did as he was told, confirming the command with her proper title. 

"Now, I guess you are a little too skittish for the big whip...but these little ol' flogs...they wouldn't hurt a strong guy like you, would they?"

"No, Mistress Nikki," despite himself, Rob was getting very turned on by this. He could only wonder if it would last through the beating. 

She gave him no warning, but simply flogged him in answer. The strike was not hard, and it felt as if a million little needles pricked him in the back at once. The pain was not bad per say, but was uncomfortable. 

"Not even a flinch. I guess I can go harder." She was not lying. It felt like the second strike was twice as hard as the last one. Rob flinched.

"There we go...what was it you did for a living, Rob?" the third strike was in between the first in intensity. 

"I'm a Marine, Mistress Nikki," Rob answered, guessing correctly what she wanted to hear. 

"Just a Marine, Rob?" the fourth strike was as hard as the second. 

"Just a Marine, Mistress," Rob answered back. 

"A tough Marine at that," Nikki said and hit him a fifth time. Rob could not see, but he now had red streaks lining his back, which felt as if it was slightly on fire. 

"Turn over, Marine," Nikki ordered after about 10 more strikes. 

"Yes, Mistress," Rob said as he turned over. 

She now had the rope in her hand. "Hands over your head, Rob."

"Yes, Mistress," Rob answered. There were three metal pillars coming up from the frame of the bed, and Rob was only slightly nervous as she tied his hands to the two outermost pillars. Thankfully, there was no second coil of rope for his feet. 

"Now, my Marine. Would you like to fuck me?"

"Whatever you want, Mistress," Rob answered. 

Nikki poohed at that little. "What I want is for you to shut your mouth, and give me short answers."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now, would you like to fuck me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Soon. Maybe." She shrugged her shoulders as if him fucking her was the least important thing in the world. "First, your chest. There is no blood rushing to your skin yet."

She flogged his chest. It was twice as scary actually seeing the hundred little strips of material flying at you. He flinched even before it hit. 

"Oh...are you worried, Rob?"

"No, Mistress."

She struck the flog again. "What was it you did for a living, Rob?"

"I'm a Marine mistress," Rob answered. 

"Good, I hope there are no other jobs you do in your spare time."

"No, Mistress."

She stepped up onto the bed, where she was straddling him with her feet at his hips. Her large and swollen pussy lips beckoned invitingly and Rob felt his cock jump at the sight. "Are you lying to me, Rob?" She lifted one leg, and after establishing her balance she pressed her bare foot against his cock hard enough to force it down and squeeze against his balls. Rob was thankful she was not wearing heels. He might not have been able to handle that. 

"No, Mistress."

"Good, because if you were anything else but a big strapping Marine, I might not know what to do with you." She twisted her foot slightly. 

Rob had no idea what was going on about, but despite the pain and discomfort he was getting hard. 

"My...you like this, don't you? I guess as a Marine, you are used to being ordered around."

Rob said nothing. Nikki dropped down and encircled his now hard cock with her hands. 

"Very nice, Rob. You are a lucky guy, don't you think you are a lucky guy?" As soon as she finished the question Nikki took him into her mouth as far down as she could, which was about ¾ of the way down.

"Yes," Rob answered, now loving the experience. 

Until she bit down, hard, on his cock. She lifted her head immediately off him. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress Nikki," Rob grimaced. The bite was hard enough to leave a mark, though not draw blood. 

Nikki gave him a look that he did not recognize. "Ok?" she asked with her eyebrows as much as the word. Rob could tell she had dropped the character momentarily and was asking him for real. 

He only nodded. 

"Good, Rob," she said as she slipped her mouth around him again. The bite had made him soften just a bit, but her mouth soon got him at full mast. 

She lifted her head from his cock, sucking hard so it popped out of her mouth. Rob loved it when a woman did that. 

"Now, what was that about wanting to fuck me?"

"I would love it, Mistress Nikki."

"So would I, but first, you are going to have fuck something else."

Rob was confused and could only stare (tied up as he was) as Nikki straddled him. She rubbed her pussy against his cock against his stomach just the way Eiko and Tomi liked to do. Before he slipped in, she got up quickly. 

"I almost forgot Rob. That is how excited I am," She reached under the bed and pulled out two condoms.

"Ribbed, or tingles, Rob?" 

"Ribbed, Mistress" Rob answered, thinking of the old line "ribbed for her pleasure."

"No, I think its tingles," Nikki answered, raking her fingernails down Rob's chest, hard enough to leave telltale trails of red. 

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now, you may want to fuck my pussy...but you know what I want you to do?"

"No mistress," Rob answered. 

"I want that nice thick cock in my ass, Rob."

Rob smiled, and got another fingernail raking in response, but it didn't matter. Rob loved anal, and he had not gotten to do it yet here in Okinawa. 

"I see you want that too. But first, you have to get me ready, Rob. Can you do that?"

Rob nodded, gave the obligatory answer, and watched in slight awe as Nikki moved forward and squatted over his face. 

"I want your tongue in there, Rob. All the way in."

She actually spread her cheeks for him as he went to work. He started by licking just inside and around her asshole before he used all his jaw strength to shove his tongue fully inside her sphincter. She tasted clean and washed, and Rob loved every second of it. 

"Good, Rob. I like circles."

Rob actually tried to respond with his tongue in her ass and only a muffled and wet sound came out. Nikki laughed. 

After another second Nikki got off his face and slipped the condom on his cock with her hands and mouth. Then she squatted over his pelvis and guided his cock right into her now lubed and wet asshole. 

"Hmmm, that is great, Rob. My husband never fills me like that." Nikki picked up the pace and began to ride him hard once she got used to the length and girth of his cock. All seven inches soon disappeared completely inside her as she picked up her pace. 

"Would you like to watch me play with myself, Rob?"

Rob only nodded and tried to concentrate on the feeling of her ass around him. She was so tight that Rob thought he would explode any minute, but he bore down and held himself back. He had plans for her as soon as she untied his fucking hands. 

She began to rub and stroke her clit while she slipped two fingers inside her. The riding motion slowed as she built herself closer to climax. Rob tried to help and thrust up into her, which drew a smile from her as she bit her lip and started frigging herself even harder. 

Then she let go in a thunderous climax that soaked Rob. It was not a full on squirt like he had seen in porn, but she definitely gushed. Her cry was loud and high, and for a second Rob marveled at how much she sounded like Eiko, even despite the language difference. Some things translated over no matter where you were born, Rob thought with a smile. 

Nikki collapsed onto his chest with a thud, slightly taking his breath away. He exhaled sharply and Nikki just laughed. 

"The flogging, scratching and anal were not enough to take your breath away, but me falling on your chest does?" Nikki said, now totally out of character after her great cum. 

"I guess...are we out of character?" Rob asked. 

She nodded. "I need a break."

Rob nodded and motioned with his head towards his hands, which were getting a little numb. 

"Right..." she moved to untie them and rubbed his arms a little as they were freed. "Bett—"

Rob never let her finish. He sat up immediately and lifted her up, roughly turning her onto her stomach. 

"Wha—"

She never finished that either. Rob put a hand over her mouth and leaned into her ear. 

"Shutup, Mistress," Rob said with a growl. 

He used his hands to spread her legs and thrust himself inside her wet pussy, the condom still wrapped tight around his hard cock. He felt her gasp beneath him and try to move, but he would not let her. 

"Did I get a break, Mistress?" Rob asked as he began to pound her for all he was worth. With slow, powerful strokes he made sure every inch of him was buried inside her. He still held her mouth and would not let her talk, even after she started to bite his fingers, from pain, pleasure or a desire to stop he had no idea. 

Then he moved his hand and lifted her up to her knees. He positioned his leg to the side and began to thrust, picking up speed with every movement. 

Soon he was at full speed, nearly 5 thrusts per second. She wanted rough and tough? Rob was going to give it to her. He pumped and pumped and thrust and thrust until he could feel her pelvis and knees start to shake. After only a minute Rob felt her hips stiffen as she again let go in an orgasm that gushed around his cock. He kept going for a few seconds, and then withdrew and lifted her again, this time turning her over to her back. 

She opened her mouth to laugh or say something, but Rob just jumped up to straddle her face. Removing the condom with a practiced stroke, he shoved his cock into her mouth before she could get a word out. He stroked himself twice, his hand slightly hitting her face before he felt his load come. Nikki closed her eyes and sucked for all she was worth as he blew hot cum down her throat, grabbing her hair from behind to shove more of his cock in her mouth as he contracted. 

Rob shuddered one last time and collapsed to the bed beside her. Nikki licked her lips and made a pronounced swallow before she turned to him and laid her head on his chest and looked at him. 

"Bad Marine," she said playfully. "I never swallow a load."

"Firsts for you and me, then," Rob said as he brushed her hair off her face. 

"So when are you available again?" Nikki asked, her smile telling him just how bad she really thought that was. 

The cab ride back to base was long, almost an hour. Rob's clothes were clean and dry by the time he and Nikki had fucked again, this time with him on top like most couples. She had screamed his name over and over as she climaxed for the fourth time. 

They had parted with smiles, a light kiss on the lips and a squeeze of his cock through his pants, both promising they would see each other again soon. 

After the driver had dropped him off at a Japanese fast food place, (somehow he had managed to order a burger with seaweed on it, which was not awful but just plain strange) Rob had gotten a cab to take him back to the barracks. 

He entered to find the duty NCO sitting at his desk. Rob signed his name, showing he was back from liberty, when the guy stopped him. 

"You're Rob?" The guy asked. Rob did not know him; he must have been with the Motorpool guys who lived on the top floor. 

Rob stiffened. Had he been found out? Seen? He nodded. 

"I got this for you. A hot girl dropped it off. You wanna give me her number, or is she yours?" The duty held up an envelope that looked like it had nothing in it. 

Rob was confused. Hot girl? Then he got it. "Light skin or dark skin?"

"Pale like soap, man. What, you got more than one?"

Eiko. How the hell had she gotten on base? Rob just smiled and nodded. "I got a few," he said honestly and with more than slight smugness. 

"Lucky fuck. Well, here you go. If you ever get tired of her, shit man, pass a number along."

Rob nodded and took the envelope. He got to his room, which was empty (his roommate must be out drinking) and opened the envelope with baited breath. 

Inside was only three bills, each a 100,000 Yen note. A little more than two and a half thousand bucks. One of the notes had a big set of lips on it, the shade of lipstick that he knew belonged to Tomi. 

What a night, Rob thought as he collapsed back onto his bed and fell asleep in his clothes.