Tokyo. Its streets are wide and bustling, with many a Japanese person scurrying down them. The buildings are lit up like gigantic lights and cars are whirring by on the streets.
“Check out the tits on that one,” Billy O’Jackson says, hitching his thumb at a passing Japanese woman. She gives him a disgusted look and walks around him. “I’ll bet these Japs give great head.”
I grin, slapping him on the back. “Yeah bud. Let’s find us some pussy!”
My name is Bobby Haverrest. Born and raised American, my friend Billy and I own a business back in the good old United States. We sell farming supplies, including tractors, lawn mowers, fertilizer, livestock, and more. The business has gotten good enough that we can travel wherever we want.
Why are two fine American men in Tokyo, you might be wondering? Well Billy and I both agree on one thing: the Japs are hot. We have some serious yellow fever. We have a hankerin for some good ol lady tojo’s.
Since we have plenty of time and money to spare, we figure why not come to Tokyo and round up some sexy Jap women and give them a good ol time. On our dicks, of course.
“I like yer tits,” I say, smiling my toothless smile at a woman walking by. I stare at her exposed cleavage, taking in her perky breasts. She’s definitely a d-cup; I’m never wrong about a woman’s breasts.
“Disgusting American pig,” the woman mutters in heavily accented English. She glares at me with eyes full of hatred, and then walks past me.
“Well damn boy,” Billy chimes in. “These Japs are supposed to be easy. What’s the deal?”
I shrug my shoulders. “It’s a disappointment, that’s fer sure. These tojo’s should be worshiping the ground we walk on.”
Billy nods and we continue walking.
We pass by woman after woman, commenting on their tits, their ass, their fine curves – all manner of things. We even try complimenting one girl on her squinty eyes. All we get is one disgusted look after another.
“Ungrateful sluts…” I mutter under my breath.
Why aren’t these tojo’s falling all over me? They’re supposed to be addicted to American cock.
We stop in front of a massive hotel. The building is lit up like a giant glow stick reaching up ten, probably even more, stories high. Through the glass front doors we can see many people – a few of them tourists like us – congregating at the front desk. Hopefully there are still rooms available.
“Billy my boy, go reserve us a room.”
Billy nods and then runs off.
I lean against the side of the hotel. A woman passes by and I compliment her on her nice, round ass. She scowls and then quickly walks away, as if being pursued.
“Damn tojo sluts…” I mutter, looking down at my feet.
“Is something matter?”
I look up to find the source of the bell-like, heavily accented voice. A Japanese woman stands in front of me and damn, is she hot. She wears a form-fitting Chinese-style dress, which is red and has ornate flowers embroidered on all sides. The low-cut V-neck collar shows off cleavage and her breasts… oh boy are they massive. Her hips are wide and sexy and her waist tiny.
She is exactly what I’m looking for.
“Herro?” she asks. She looks at me with big, almond shaped brown eyes. Her eyelashes flutter. “You American, yes?”
I nod. “You, um…” I stare right at her breasts. “Nice tits. Wanna fuck?”
She laughs. “Oh my. You certainly are handful.”
I frown, scratching the back of my head. What was that supposed to mean?
“It fine,” she says, taking me by the hand. Her hand is small and soft, yet her grip is firm. “I love dirty man.”
Feeling her hand in mine, I get an erection almost right away. “My buddy is reservin a room if you wanna join us.”
She giggles. “No, no. No hotel. Come. I show you my place.”
Not about to let an opportunity like this pass me up, I follow behind the woman knowing Billy will call me on my cellphone if he needs anything. I keep my eyes glued to her ass, watching as it sashays from side to side. When I reach out and grope her butt, she only giggles and grips my hand tighter.
By the time we reach her place, I’m so horny I want to take her right then and there.
“Come inside,” she says, pulling open the glass door.
By ‘her place’, it seems she meant ‘her business.’ No matter how I look at it, it is definitely not a house.
The inside is decorated in a traditional Japanese style. Japanese paintings hang on the wall, some of dragons and other mythical beasts, some of tidal waves, people, and other things. The reception desk is made of plain, worn wood and off to the distance there is a hallway, with rooms that have sliding paper doors with a wooden frame(shoji). Everywhere the floor is a sleek, polished wood, scuffed from years of being walked upon.
I wrap my arms around her, trying to kiss her.
She blocks my kiss with one of her small hands. “Not yet. We wait until we in room.”
I let out a groan. Looking around, I see that we aren’t alone. Two Japanese girls are watching us, each dressed in silky Kimono’s that are short and show off smooth legs.
“Kare wa dare desuka?” one of the girls asks, tilting her head quizzically in my direction.
“Baka gaijin,” the other girl giggles.
The girls start giggling and pointing at me, speaking in a language I don’t understand.
They want my cock, I think to myself. Squinty-eye sluts. Haha
The woman holding my hand places her finger in front of her mouth, signaling them to quiet down. They instantly shut their mouths and then bow, their faces apologetic.
“Them tojo’s should just speak English,” I say, letting my eyes linger on the two girls as we walk away. “What were they saying?”
“It not important. They no speak Engrish. Come, my room this way.”
Sliding open a shoji door, I find myself in a large bedroom with tatami mat floors. A king sized bed sits low on the floor, looking to be no more than a mattress and a pillow.
I wrap my hands around her again and this time, she doesn’t block me. We make out for a while, my tongue sliding across hers and my hand gripping her firm ass. I push her up against a wall and grab a handful of those breasts I’ve been wanting to touch ever since I first laid eyes on them.
After making out for a while, she pushes me away. I try to grab her again, but she dodges and slaps my hand away.
“What are you doing? Come on, don’t be a cock tease.”
“We have sex soon, but first you change.” She gestures towards a closet sitting off to the side of the room. “No sex until you do.”
I walk over to the closet, pulling it open. There is a silky, pink kimono hanging up in the closet with cherry blossom flowers embroidered into its fabric. Apart from the kimono, the closet is empty.
I frown. “What the hell is this? I’m not a faggot.”
“It Japanese tradition. Rule of this house everyone wear kimono or dress.”
“And if I wear this we can have sex?”
She nods. “Put on kimono and wait on bed. I come back.” With that she turns and walks out the door. My eyes linger on her ass as she leaves.
A frown deepens on my face as I stare at the kimono. I’ve never heard of any traditions like this, but then again, hadn’t wasted my time studying up on Japan. I was here to fuck some squinty-eyed sluts; nothing else.
Whatever the case, if it means scoring with that hot piece of ass, I’ll do anything.
The kimono looks stupid with me wearing it. It is too short, showing not only my hairy legs but also a bit of my hairy ass. It is tight in all the wrong places and loose everywhere else. It seems to especially hate my broad shoulders, forcing me to wear it almost open.
I sit on the bed, waiting for the woman to return. The sooner she shows up, the sooner I can get this damn thing off. I wait and I wait some more. I lay back on the bed, trying to relax and not get impatient. It doesn’t work.
While staring at the ceiling, I hear a strange click from underneath me. I hear it again and then the mattress shifts, splits open. Swallowed up by the floor, I’m plunged into a gaping hold and cast down into darkness.
I land on something soft with a soft thud. I didn’t fall far, but I see no sign of where the floor had opened up. There is only darkness all around me. The room is small and cramped like a coffin and pushing on the ceiling doesn’t do anything. Even using all my strength, I can’t get the ceiling to budge.
I start yelling, hoping that someone will hear me. I kick and scream as much as I can, but no-one answers.
After lying there a while in panic, the room lights up.
The room is strange and mechanical. A screen sits in front of my face, not so much as scratched from me hitting it. The sides look to be made of steel and underneath my body is a white padded area. There are strange lights all around and holes in the walls.
The screen flickers on, showing the woman I was supposed to be sleeping with. “Hi,” she says with a big, bright smile. “I hope you comfortable.”
“What the hell are you doing?!” I yell, banging on the screen. “Let me out of here you crazy bitch!”
She giggles, smiling at me sadistically. “I never introduce myself. My name Yoshino. You call me Mistress Yoshino.”
“I’m not ‘calling’ you anything. Let me out of here, you stupid slut.”
“You really are handful,” she says. “I saw you harass women on street. What you think us Japanese women are?”
Tojo sluts that want some white cock, I think, but I don’t say that.
“Tojo sluts?” she asks, frowning. “You racist and sexist. Probably homophobe, too. You really are pig.”
“What the hell? How did you…”
She doesn’t let me finish. “That machine read your brainwaves.” Yoshino turns to the side, fiddling with some sort of dial. “It also fix you. You make us good money.”
The sound of escaping air fills the strange prison. Metal cuffs clamp down on my wrists and my ankles, making it impossible for me to move. A strange, metal helmet extends out of the wall and rests on my head.
The air begins to take on a pink hue and the scent of cherry blossoms fills my senses. I try not to breathe it in, but with every breath I inhale a little bit of the strange gas. Feeling like I might suffocate, I gasp and inhale some air.
Every breath makes my entire body tingle. I struggle against my restraints in vain, feeling myself growing weaker and weaker. There are pink spots dancing around in my vision. Yet there is also a strange pleasure building up in my body.
The tingling is getting intense, especially in my nipples and my crotch. I know I’m as hard as a rock, but I can’t reach down and touch myself thanks to my shackles.
The tingling in my crotch gets so intense it’s almost like I’m masturbating and the tingling in my nipples is unlike anything I have ever felt. In spite of the situation, I can’t help but pant and thrust my hips like I’m having sex with a woman. As if wanting to make things worse Yoshino pouts her lips, making a kissy face at me, and then pushes her breasts together as she flutters her eyelashes.
A wave of pleasure shoots through me and I feel myself shoot cum into my kimono. Yet it doesn’t stop there. I cum a second time and this one is even more intense than the last.
“St-stop,” I plead, gasping and panting. Strangely, I could swear my voice sounds different. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Even though I already reached orgasm, the tingling isn’t letting up one bit. No, if anything it is only becoming worse. My nipples feel strange and sensitive and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think they were erect.
I struggle against my restraints and let out another moan. This time I know I sound different. I sound more like a horny slut rather than a man.
“Stop!” I yell in my increasingly feminine voice. I pant and gasp, trying to ignore the sensations.
Yoshino only smiles at me. She steps back from the camera enough to show me her full body and then strips off her dress, pulling it off over her head. Underneath she is wearing silky black lingerie, which hugs her curves in all the right places. Her breasts look even bigger with her dress off and her curves even more enticing.
I cum a second time and then a third, unable to take my eyes off of Yoshino. Cum is pooling up inside my kimono and running down my sides. I feel something strange like an orgasm in my chest and something leaks out of my erect nipples.
I let out uncontrolled, feminine moans. My eyes roll back into my head and I keep cumming, unable to stop.
“Yamate…” I say, moaning. I hadn’t meant to say that, but I barely even register it thanks to all the pleasure. After a few moments, I realize I had just spoken in Japanese. “Please stop!”
She giggles and then flips a switch. The screen goes blank for a moment, before it flickers back on. Rather than Yoshino, there is a shirtless man with his cock out. He is clearly of Japanese descent.
“Well, well, you must be Ayaka,” the man says, smiling. Even though he’s speaking in perfect Japanese, I can somehow understand him perfectly. “Yoshino mentioned she had tricked you into our little transformation chamber.”
“Who hell is you?” I ask in a heavily accented voice. Drool spills out of my mouth as I speak, my face contorted in pleasure. “Let me go, baka tojo!”
The man laughs, grabbing hold of his cock. “Oh I am going to enjoy breaking you.”
He starts stroking his cock and I find myself unable to look away. His cock is huge. His hand slides up and down the shaft, his eyes looking me up and down.
“Th-that disgusting,” I say, moaning in spite of myself. The pleasure hasn’t let up one bit, but it feels different at my crotch now. Almost like my stomach is hot and my groin is soft and moist, rather than my penis hard and erect. “You disgusting faggot.”
He laughs and then stands up. He presses his cock up against the camera, giving me a close up view of his erect dick as he sprays cum onto the camera lens.
An orgasm rips through my body, but this one feels different than all the rest. Rather than cum shooting up into my kimono, it is like warm fluids leaking between my thighs. The pleasure engulfs my entire body from my head to my feet and my moaning doesn’t let up, even though I try my best to stop.
By the time the orgasm finally ends, I am left there panting and gasping. The tingling is quickly going away, but the afterglow of the orgasm remains.
Now that everything is calming down, I can tell that something is… different. I can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. I feel small and weak, there’s that, but from my head to my feet I feel off.
I move my body as much as I can, which isn’t much. I feel a shifting of weight at my chest and a bit more cushion at my ass than I’m used to. I’ve always had a flat ass, so it’s immediately obvious.
I lick my lips. They are swollen. I move my tongue around in my mouth and to my surprise, my missing teeth have grown back. They feel oddly crooked, but at least I have my front teeth back.
At least one good thing has come out of this, I think. But how the hell did my teeth grow back?
There is a click and then the lights turn off. The ceiling above me slides open, revealing the wooden ceiling of the bedroom I had been in before. Another click and my shackles come undone.
Finally free, I sit up in a fury. Someone is going to get a serious piece of my mind.
I sit on the bed, waiting for the woman to return. The sooner she shows up, the sooner I can get this damn thing off. I wait and I wait some more. I lay back on the bed, trying to relax and not get impatient. It doesn’t work.
While staring at the ceiling, I hear a strange click from underneath me. I hear it again and then the mattress shifts, splits open. Swallowed up by the floor, I’m plunged into a gaping hold and cast down into darkness.
I land on something soft with a soft thud. I didn’t fall far, but I see no sign of where the floor had opened up. There is only darkness all around me. The room is small and cramped like a coffin and pushing on the ceiling doesn’t do anything. Even using all my strength, I can’t get the ceiling to budge.
I start yelling, hoping that someone will hear me. I kick and scream as much as I can, but no-one answers.
After lying there a while in panic, the room lights up.
The room is strange and mechanical. A screen sits in front of my face, not so much as scratched from me hitting it. The sides look to be made of steel and underneath my body is a white padded area. There are strange lights all around and holes in the walls.
The screen flickers on, showing the woman I was supposed to be sleeping with. “Hi,” she says with a big, bright smile. “I hope you comfortable.”
“What the hell are you doing?!” I yell, banging on the screen. “Let me out of here you crazy bitch!”
She giggles, smiling at me sadistically. “I never introduce myself. My name Yoshino. You call me Mistress Yoshino.”
“I’m not ‘calling’ you anything. Let me out of here, you stupid slut.”
“You really are handful,” she says. “I saw you harass women on street. What you think us Japanese women are?”
Tojo sluts that want some white cock, I think, but I don’t say that.
“Tojo sluts?” she asks, frowning. “You racist and sexist. Probably homophobe, too. You really are pig.”
“What the hell? How did you…”
She doesn’t let me finish. “That machine read your brainwaves.” Yoshino turns to the side, fiddling with some sort of dial. “It also fix you. You make us good money.”
The sound of escaping air fills the strange prison. Metal cuffs clamp down on my wrists and my ankles, making it impossible for me to move. A strange, metal helmet extends out of the wall and rests on my head.
The air begins to take on a pink hue and the scent of cherry blossoms fills my senses. I try not to breathe it in, but with every breath I inhale a little bit of the strange gas. Feeling like I might suffocate, I gasp and inhale some air.
Every breath makes my entire body tingle. I struggle against my restraints in vain, feeling myself growing weaker and weaker. There are pink spots dancing around in my vision. Yet there is also a strange pleasure building up in my body.
The tingling is getting intense, especially in my nipples and my crotch. I know I’m as hard as a rock, but I can’t reach down and touch myself thanks to my shackles.
The tingling in my crotch gets so intense it’s almost like I’m masturbating and the tingling in my nipples is unlike anything I have ever felt. In spite of the situation, I can’t help but pant and thrust my hips like I’m having sex with a woman. As if wanting to make things worse Yoshino pouts her lips, making a kissy face at me, and then pushes her breasts together as she flutters her eyelashes.
A wave of pleasure shoots through me and I feel myself shoot cum into my kimono. Yet it doesn’t stop there. I cum a second time and this one is even more intense than the last.
“St-stop,” I plead, gasping and panting. Strangely, I could swear my voice sounds different. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Even though I already reached orgasm, the tingling isn’t letting up one bit. No, if anything it is only becoming worse. My nipples feel strange and sensitive and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think they were erect.
I struggle against my restraints and let out another moan. This time I know I sound different. I sound more like a horny slut rather than a man.
“Stop!” I yell in my increasingly feminine voice. I pant and gasp, trying to ignore the sensations.
Yoshino only smiles at me. She steps back from the camera enough to show me her full body and then strips off her dress, pulling it off over her head. Underneath she is wearing silky black lingerie, which hugs her curves in all the right places. Her breasts look even bigger with her dress off and her curves even more enticing.
I cum a second time and then a third, unable to take my eyes off of Yoshino. Cum is pooling up inside my kimono and running down my sides. I feel something strange like an orgasm in my chest and something leaks out of my erect nipples.
I let out uncontrolled, feminine moans. My eyes roll back into my head and I keep cumming, unable to stop.
“Yamate…” I say, moaning. I hadn’t meant to say that, but I barely even register it thanks to all the pleasure. After a few moments, I realize I had just spoken in Japanese. “Please stop!”
She giggles and then flips a switch. The screen goes blank for a moment, before it flickers back on. Rather than Yoshino, there is a shirtless man with his cock out. He is clearly of Japanese descent.
“Well, well, you must be Ayaka,” the man says, smiling. Even though he’s speaking in perfect Japanese, I can somehow understand him perfectly. “Yoshino mentioned she had tricked you into our little transformation chamber.”
“Who hell is you?” I ask in a heavily accented voice. Drool spills out of my mouth as I speak, my face contorted in pleasure. “Let me go, baka tojo!”
The man laughs, grabbing hold of his cock. “Oh I am going to enjoy breaking you.”
He starts stroking his cock and I find myself unable to look away. His cock is huge. His hand slides up and down the shaft, his eyes looking me up and down.
“Th-that disgusting,” I say, moaning in spite of myself. The pleasure hasn’t let up one bit, but it feels different at my crotch now. Almost like my stomach is hot and my groin is soft and moist, rather than my penis hard and erect. “You disgusting faggot.”
He laughs and then stands up. He presses his cock up against the camera, giving me a close up view of his erect dick as he sprays cum onto the camera lens.
An orgasm rips through my body, but this one feels different than all the rest. Rather than cum shooting up into my kimono, it is like warm fluids leaking between my thighs. The pleasure engulfs my entire body from my head to my feet and my moaning doesn’t let up, even though I try my best to stop.
By the time the orgasm finally ends, I am left there panting and gasping. The tingling is quickly going away, but the afterglow of the orgasm remains.
Now that everything is calming down, I can tell that something is… different. I can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. I feel small and weak, there’s that, but from my head to my feet I feel off.
I move my body as much as I can, which isn’t much. I feel a shifting of weight at my chest and a bit more cushion at my ass than I’m used to. I’ve always had a flat ass, so it’s immediately obvious.
I lick my lips. They are swollen. I move my tongue around in my mouth and to my surprise, my missing teeth have grown back. They feel oddly crooked, but at least I have my front teeth back.
At least one good thing has come out of this, I think. But how the hell did my teeth grow back?
There is a click and then the lights turn off. The ceiling above me slides open, revealing the wooden ceiling of the bedroom I had been in before. Another click and my shackles come undone.
Finally free, I sit up in a fury. Someone is going to get a serious piece of my mind.
Pulling myself out of the hole, I clumsily fall onto my face. Strange, I’ve always been very nimble and able to jump fences with ease. I’m definitely not clumsy.
Looking down for the first time, I gape at my chest. My kimono has fallen open revealing two big, perky breasts. They are at least a d-cup - I’m never wrong about tits, after all. The skin is darker than my own – almost like it is tanned – and the areola’s are a big, dark brown, with big nipples that are erect and stiff.
Extending from the bottom of the kimono I see long, hairless legs. They look soft and smooth and the feet on the end are dainty. My thighs are thick, matching my wide hips and curving inwardly at my small waist.
I lift up my hands. They are small and dainty like my feet and my nails are long.
Reaching up, I feel my face. My chin is perfectly smooth and hairless. My jaw feels small and weak. My nose feels smaller and my eyes feel different – as though they’re slanted, yet at the same time bigger. I trace my fingers down to my lips, finding that they feel thick and pouty. Lifting up a lock of my hair, it is long and black.
“What the hell is going on?!” I yell in perfect Japanese. Hearing my own high-pitched feminine voice yelling in a foreign language, I clamp one of my soft hands over my mouth.
“We can finally communicate.” Turning my head, I see Yoshino smiling at me. Next to her is the man I had watched jerk off, now fully dressed in a hakama. “Speaking English is so much more difficult, as I’m sure you will agree.”
“Atashi no Engrish fine,” I say, and then clamp my hand over my mouth again. That had been even worse than Yoshino’s broken English. “Why can’t I speak English?!”
Yoshino lets out a haughty laugh. “Some of our foreign customers have a fetish for broken English. Be glad you can even speak that much.”
Anger boiling up inside of me, I get to my feet. I storm over to Yoshino with my hands balled up into fists. Before I can punch her in the face, the man grabs hold of me, pinning my arms behind my back.
“Let me go!” I yell kicking and screaming, still trying to get to Yoshino. The man holds me still without any effort. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”
“Oh?” she says, walking over to me. I try to kick her and she grabs my leg without difficulty. “You’re a delicate little flower now. You can’t hurt anyone.”
She starts groping one of my breasts and a moan escapes from my mouth. They’re sensitive; really sensitive. She reaches up and starts fondling the other one, pushing my breasts together and kneading them like dough. To my horror, milk shoots out of my breasts as though I were a cow.
She leans into me, brushing my ear with her lips. She starts kissing my neck. I try to pull away, but it isn’t long until I can’t stop moaning again and find myself unable to fight back.
She reaches down underneath my kimono, placing her hand between my thighs. There’s a strange tingling warmth down there and then the feeling of something pushing its way inside of me. Pleasure shoots through my body and my moans turn to desperate gasps.
“Do you like being penetrated?” she asks, kissing my neck more fiercely. With one hand she caresses my erect breast and with the other, she shoves her fingers in and out of me like a piston. “I know you do. All flowers love to be pollinated.”
She lets go of me all at once, pulling her fingers out of me. There’s a desperate twitching between my thighs, as if my cunt doesn’t want to let her go.
Yoshino walks over to a corner of the room, picking up a large mirror that is sitting there. It has a sleek wooden frame in the shape of a triangle, allowing it to sit upright. She picks it up and sets it in front of me.
I feel the blood drain from my face.
In front of me is a young Japanese girl struggling to get out of a man’s grip. Her hair is long and black. Her hips are wide, with a small waist and big breasts. Her eyes are almost stereotypically Asian. Everything about her face is feminine, from her small nose to her delicate jaw to her doe eyes. Worst of all, she is making the exact same horrified expression that I am.
“You’ve turned me into a tojo slut!” I yell, struggling in his grasp. It is completely in vain, as if I’m a kitten trying to arm wrestle with a bear. “Let me go! I don’t want to be a fucking tojo!”
Both Yoshino and the man roar in laughter.
“Oh my god, did you hear that?” the man asks, laughing. “Please tell me you got that on video.”
“Of course I did.” That’s when I notice Yoshino is holding a small camera she had pulled out of her purse. She bursts into another peal of laughter. “I don’t think we’ve ever caught anyone this stupid.”
The man pulls me against him and I feel something hard against my butt. Even though I hate what is happening, something about his cock is driving me wild. I start panting, feeling the tingling warmth between my thighs more strongly than ever.
The girl in the mirror looks flustered and angry. She also looks very horny.
The man pushes me down to my hands and knees, holding my hands to the floor with his. I struggle against him, but he pushes up against me, rubbing his hard rod up against my butt. I let out a moan when he moves his crotch down, rubbing up against my vagina.
Yoshino walks over to us, moving behind the man. She undoes his belt, removing the lower part of his hakama and revealing the huge cock I had seen before.
His naked cock rubs against my bare skin. He hasn’t even penetrated me and the feeling is already driving me crazy. I’m dizzy and light headed. My vagina is twitching violently between my thighs, practically begging to be penetrated.
“Such a naughty girl,” Yoshino says, crouching down next to us. “You never put on your panties.”
I let out a loud groan. The tip of his penis is pressing against my vagina. With just one thrust he’ll be fucking me the way a man would his wife. He holds his cock there, rubbing the tip against me without putting it in. It’s driving me crazy. I don’t want to be fucked like a girl and yet, my pussy wants it. No, needs it.
He shoves it into me all at once. I let out a long, loud moan and my eyes roll back into my head. With each thrust it’s like my mind goes blank and another wave of pleasure shoots through me.
He lets go of one of my hands and starts playing with my breasts, which are jiggling from all the movement. His cock slides in and out and his fingers dexterously tweak my nipples, his palms rubbing my skin. I lactate again, shooting white milk onto the floor. Every time I do, it’s like I’m cumming from my nipples.
As I near orgasm, I look at the girl in the mirror. She has a look of pure ecstasy on her face as the man fucks her doggy style. My thick lips open wide and a loud moan escapes from my mouth as the orgasm tears through me.
For just a moment, everything goes white. I’m in such bliss I can’t even think straight. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know this is wrong, but the thought just doesn’t transform into anything coherent.
By the time I come to my senses, I’m lying on the ground with cum oozing out of my cunt. My big breasts are hanging out of my open shirt and my kimono is bunched up, leaving everything below my waist exposed. Some drool had formed a small puddle next to my open mouth.
“Our clients are really going to love you,” the man says, tying the belt of his hakama. “We’ll get you to work first thing tomorrow.”
As the man and Yoshino walk out the door, tears blur my vision.
Looking down for the first time, I gape at my chest. My kimono has fallen open revealing two big, perky breasts. They are at least a d-cup - I’m never wrong about tits, after all. The skin is darker than my own – almost like it is tanned – and the areola’s are a big, dark brown, with big nipples that are erect and stiff.
Extending from the bottom of the kimono I see long, hairless legs. They look soft and smooth and the feet on the end are dainty. My thighs are thick, matching my wide hips and curving inwardly at my small waist.
I lift up my hands. They are small and dainty like my feet and my nails are long.
Reaching up, I feel my face. My chin is perfectly smooth and hairless. My jaw feels small and weak. My nose feels smaller and my eyes feel different – as though they’re slanted, yet at the same time bigger. I trace my fingers down to my lips, finding that they feel thick and pouty. Lifting up a lock of my hair, it is long and black.
“What the hell is going on?!” I yell in perfect Japanese. Hearing my own high-pitched feminine voice yelling in a foreign language, I clamp one of my soft hands over my mouth.
“We can finally communicate.” Turning my head, I see Yoshino smiling at me. Next to her is the man I had watched jerk off, now fully dressed in a hakama. “Speaking English is so much more difficult, as I’m sure you will agree.”
“Atashi no Engrish fine,” I say, and then clamp my hand over my mouth again. That had been even worse than Yoshino’s broken English. “Why can’t I speak English?!”
Yoshino lets out a haughty laugh. “Some of our foreign customers have a fetish for broken English. Be glad you can even speak that much.”
Anger boiling up inside of me, I get to my feet. I storm over to Yoshino with my hands balled up into fists. Before I can punch her in the face, the man grabs hold of me, pinning my arms behind my back.
“Let me go!” I yell kicking and screaming, still trying to get to Yoshino. The man holds me still without any effort. “I’m going to fucking kill you!”
“Oh?” she says, walking over to me. I try to kick her and she grabs my leg without difficulty. “You’re a delicate little flower now. You can’t hurt anyone.”
She starts groping one of my breasts and a moan escapes from my mouth. They’re sensitive; really sensitive. She reaches up and starts fondling the other one, pushing my breasts together and kneading them like dough. To my horror, milk shoots out of my breasts as though I were a cow.
She leans into me, brushing my ear with her lips. She starts kissing my neck. I try to pull away, but it isn’t long until I can’t stop moaning again and find myself unable to fight back.
She reaches down underneath my kimono, placing her hand between my thighs. There’s a strange tingling warmth down there and then the feeling of something pushing its way inside of me. Pleasure shoots through my body and my moans turn to desperate gasps.
“Do you like being penetrated?” she asks, kissing my neck more fiercely. With one hand she caresses my erect breast and with the other, she shoves her fingers in and out of me like a piston. “I know you do. All flowers love to be pollinated.”
She lets go of me all at once, pulling her fingers out of me. There’s a desperate twitching between my thighs, as if my cunt doesn’t want to let her go.
Yoshino walks over to a corner of the room, picking up a large mirror that is sitting there. It has a sleek wooden frame in the shape of a triangle, allowing it to sit upright. She picks it up and sets it in front of me.
I feel the blood drain from my face.
In front of me is a young Japanese girl struggling to get out of a man’s grip. Her hair is long and black. Her hips are wide, with a small waist and big breasts. Her eyes are almost stereotypically Asian. Everything about her face is feminine, from her small nose to her delicate jaw to her doe eyes. Worst of all, she is making the exact same horrified expression that I am.
“You’ve turned me into a tojo slut!” I yell, struggling in his grasp. It is completely in vain, as if I’m a kitten trying to arm wrestle with a bear. “Let me go! I don’t want to be a fucking tojo!”
Both Yoshino and the man roar in laughter.
“Oh my god, did you hear that?” the man asks, laughing. “Please tell me you got that on video.”
“Of course I did.” That’s when I notice Yoshino is holding a small camera she had pulled out of her purse. She bursts into another peal of laughter. “I don’t think we’ve ever caught anyone this stupid.”
The man pulls me against him and I feel something hard against my butt. Even though I hate what is happening, something about his cock is driving me wild. I start panting, feeling the tingling warmth between my thighs more strongly than ever.
The girl in the mirror looks flustered and angry. She also looks very horny.
The man pushes me down to my hands and knees, holding my hands to the floor with his. I struggle against him, but he pushes up against me, rubbing his hard rod up against my butt. I let out a moan when he moves his crotch down, rubbing up against my vagina.
Yoshino walks over to us, moving behind the man. She undoes his belt, removing the lower part of his hakama and revealing the huge cock I had seen before.
His naked cock rubs against my bare skin. He hasn’t even penetrated me and the feeling is already driving me crazy. I’m dizzy and light headed. My vagina is twitching violently between my thighs, practically begging to be penetrated.
“Such a naughty girl,” Yoshino says, crouching down next to us. “You never put on your panties.”
I let out a loud groan. The tip of his penis is pressing against my vagina. With just one thrust he’ll be fucking me the way a man would his wife. He holds his cock there, rubbing the tip against me without putting it in. It’s driving me crazy. I don’t want to be fucked like a girl and yet, my pussy wants it. No, needs it.
He shoves it into me all at once. I let out a long, loud moan and my eyes roll back into my head. With each thrust it’s like my mind goes blank and another wave of pleasure shoots through me.
He lets go of one of my hands and starts playing with my breasts, which are jiggling from all the movement. His cock slides in and out and his fingers dexterously tweak my nipples, his palms rubbing my skin. I lactate again, shooting white milk onto the floor. Every time I do, it’s like I’m cumming from my nipples.
As I near orgasm, I look at the girl in the mirror. She has a look of pure ecstasy on her face as the man fucks her doggy style. My thick lips open wide and a loud moan escapes from my mouth as the orgasm tears through me.
For just a moment, everything goes white. I’m in such bliss I can’t even think straight. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know this is wrong, but the thought just doesn’t transform into anything coherent.
By the time I come to my senses, I’m lying on the ground with cum oozing out of my cunt. My big breasts are hanging out of my open shirt and my kimono is bunched up, leaving everything below my waist exposed. Some drool had formed a small puddle next to my open mouth.
“Our clients are really going to love you,” the man says, tying the belt of his hakama. “We’ll get you to work first thing tomorrow.”
As the man and Yoshino walk out the door, tears blur my vision.
“I’m not going to suck another guy’s cock,” I say, shaking my head furiously. Black hair flies in front of my vision and my breasts jiggle, threatening to pop out. “I’ll never be a tojo slut. Never.”
“You’re our whore now, whether you like it or not,” the man says. He had introduced himself earlier. His name is Hideki, though apparently I’m supposed to call him Hideki-sama. “I’d threaten to fuck you again, but I know you’d like that.”
“I would not!” I yell, glaring at him. “I’m not a tojo slut. Turn me back into a man right now.”
“We need to work on your manners,” Yoshino sighs. “A lady shouldn’t use such language.”
“I told you, I’m a proud American man,” I say, holding my head high. To my embarrassment, my breasts choose then to flop out of my shirt. I quickly shove them back in. “I like football and beer, not rice throwing or whatever the hell you japs do.”
“You have no identity and no place to live,” Hideki says, narrowing his eyes maliciously. “Unless you want to live on the streets, you’re going to have to earn money our way.”
“How much do you savages want?” I look around the room, only to find my pants are nowhere in sight. “Where’s my wallet?”
“This old thing?” Yoshino pulls a sleek black wallet out of her purse, tossing it onto the bed. I scramble for it, opening it up. “We already melted down your credit cards. We got rid of that silly passport too - you won’t be needing it.”
I stare into my empty wallet with my mouth hanging open. I still have my photo ID, which I suppose is something, but everything else is gone. They didn’t even leave me a single dollar.
“You can’t do this…” I stare at the empty wallet. Isn’t this illegal? “You fucking tojos will never get away with this…”
Hideki laughs. “Trust me, we will. And if you try to rat us out, they’ll think you are crazy. Now are you going to be a good girl or are you sleeping outside tonight?”
Tears burn my eyes as I look around the room. It isn’t anything too fancy, but it’s still shelter. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen to me out there in a body like this.
Suddenly self conscious of my breasts, I cross my arms trying to cover them. “How much will I make?” I mumble under my breath.
Hideki looks at me like he hadn’t heard me, placing his hand by his ear.
“How much will I make?” I say louder, gritting my teeth.
Yoshino decides to chime in. “Well a normal session with you will go for $100. The deluxe is $200. But 98% of that is split between me and Hideki. You get the remaining two percent.”
“I only get two percent?!” I yell, jumping to my feet. “That’s ridiculous! I can’t live off that.”
“Come now, the other girls are doing it,” Yoshino says with a laugh. “And you don’t need to worry about food and clothing. We’ll provide all of that.”
“And how much is rent?”
“Five hundred a month.”
I feel like I’m going to be sick. If I’ve done my math right, then I can forget having any spending money. I’ll be lucky just to make rent every month. It certainly doesn’t seem like I’ll be buying my way out of this one.
“Fine…” I say, looking at the two in exasperation. I know I have no choice at the moment, no matter how disgusting the thought of being a whore is. “I’ll do it, but this is bullshit. You’re a bunch of slavers, you piece of shit tojos.” I just have to bare with it until I come up with an escape plan. Patience has gotten me far before and I know it’s my best bet now.
“I’m glad you have some common sense,” Hideki says, standing. He grips me by the shoulders, pulling me to my feet as if I were a doll. “Let’s get you ready for the customers, Ayaka.”
I give him the harshest glare I can manage. “My name is not Ayaka.”
“It’s your name now.” Judging by the laughter in his voice, I get the feeling I’m anything but intimidating. “Oh, and don’t even think about ruining our customers experience. Allow me to explain the consequences for doing so.”
As they lead me towards the closet, a feeling of dread washes over me.
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I’m lying on the bed wearing nothing but a cherry blossom Kimono and a pair of silky white panties. The Kimono is tight and shows off my curves and my legs are bare and exposed. From below, my panties are perfectly visible. From above, someone could easily see my bare breasts.
Thanks to Yoshino, my eyelashes have been done up with mascara. Black eyeliner highlights my eyes and a thin layer of lip gloss coats my lips, giving it a shine. My face has been lightly powdered with blush and my nails have been painted pink, with flowers expertly painted on top.
The door opens and my first customer walks in.
He’s an older man, clearly Japanese judging by his black hair and tan skin. Yet no matter how I look at him, he looks like a creepy old man. I can’t decide if it’s his shifty gaze or if it’s the way he’s already rubbing his crotch while he tries not to look at my breasts. Maybe it’s both.
“Oh, you are cute,” the man says, walking over to me. He grabs my hand, holding it. “Your picture doesn’t do you justice.”
“Why thank you,” I say, forcing a smile. Meanwhile I’m thinking, Do I seriously have to suck this guy’s dick?
He sits down on the bed next to me, letting go of my hand. He rests his hand on one of my bare legs. A chill runs up my spine, but I try to ignore it.
“You are really, really cute,” the man says, and then begins rubbing my leg. His hand goes up and down, slowly but firmly. When his hand travels up and he starts squeezing my thigh, I can’t help but blush. “And very sexy…”
Wrapping his arm around me, he grips my narrow waist and I’m pulled closer. His other hand rests on my back and he pulls me even closer. Our faces are so close they’re almost touching.
He presses his lips against mine. I feel his tongue hungrily slide into my mouth, tasting my saliva, while his other hand rubs between my thighs. Blushing furiously, I offer his tongue no resistance and start kissing him back.
As much as I hate to admit it, it feels really nice even with a creep like this. It has to be this stupid body. I’m left hungry for more when he breaks the kiss. Then he pushes me down onto the bed. Positioning himself on top of me he starts rubbing up against me, lightly humping me with his rock hard cock.
“W-wait,” I moan, feeling his cock grinding against my cunt. “Stop. Stop, I’m… I’m only allowed to give blowjobs.”
Despite this being a brothel, it is a rule that we can only offer customers oral sex or a hand job. However, Hideki had told me most want oral. The exception is if a customer pays the $200 for the deluxe, but this one hasn’t. I know because the light above my door isn’t glowing red.
The man sighs and then gets off of me. “Sorry,” he says. His face is full of disappointment. “I forgot. Can you please give me one?”
I force another smile as I nod and get off the bed. I get down on my knees in front of him. He pulls his pants down, dropping them onto the floor.
His cock really isn’t anything special. Mine had been much bigger and yet, I can’t take my eyes off of it. There’s a familiar tingling between my thighs, which I try to ignore. I lick my lips, trying not to let myself drool.
Gripping the back of my head, the man pushes my face up against his cock. It quickly becomes clear that he doesn’t wash his dick very often, yet for some odd reason I’m becoming more aroused the longer I smell it. Without even thinking, I’ve started licking his cock.
The man lets out a groan and grips one of my shoulders. I run my tongue up and down his shaft, kissing it and taking in the flavor. It doesn’t taste good at all, but for some reason I like it. It has to be this stupid body again.
Kissing the tip of his penis, I wrap my lips around his cock and push it into my mouth. I bob my head up and down, licking up the pre-cum that is oozing out. Without even realizing it, I start rubbing my vagina through my panties.
He thrusts his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. It isn’t long enough to reach my throat, but I wrap my tongue around his shaft and, with my free hand, I start fondling his balls.
Please cum already, I think. I rub his balls gently, while bobbing my head up and down and sucking on his cock almost desperately. Come on. Please just cum already so I can get this over with.
“Oh god,” the man groans. I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. “Oh god. Ayaka-chan, you’re really good at this!”
That’s the last thing I want to hear, but I don’t let up one bit. I have to make this man cum. If I can just make him cum, I’ll be done with it and I can move on to the next customer, who is hopefully less weird.
“Ohhh!” the man moans, and then grabs the back of my head. He forces his cock all the way into my mouth. “Ayaka-chan… oh, Ayaka-chan!
Cum sprays into my mouth, filling my orifice. It keeps coming and coming, filling up more and more. I swallow some of it, only for more to coat my tongue.
As much as I hate to admit it, the cum tastes oddly satisfying. There’s a longing between my thighs and something wet is dripping down my legs. I rub my cunt, almost wishing I could have taken the man’s penis in here instead.
The man is fully dressed and standing before I had gotten off my knees. I stand, meeting his eyes, and he shifts his gaze uncomfortably. Even now I can tell he's trying to be discreet about looking at my boobs.
“You are very good, Ayaka,” the man says. He grabs a handful of my butt, pulling me into a hug. “I will definitely see you again.” He lets me go and away.
I force a smile and wave goodbye. Yet as soon as he shuts the door behind him, I start gagging.
“You’re our whore now, whether you like it or not,” the man says. He had introduced himself earlier. His name is Hideki, though apparently I’m supposed to call him Hideki-sama. “I’d threaten to fuck you again, but I know you’d like that.”
“I would not!” I yell, glaring at him. “I’m not a tojo slut. Turn me back into a man right now.”
“We need to work on your manners,” Yoshino sighs. “A lady shouldn’t use such language.”
“I told you, I’m a proud American man,” I say, holding my head high. To my embarrassment, my breasts choose then to flop out of my shirt. I quickly shove them back in. “I like football and beer, not rice throwing or whatever the hell you japs do.”
“You have no identity and no place to live,” Hideki says, narrowing his eyes maliciously. “Unless you want to live on the streets, you’re going to have to earn money our way.”
“How much do you savages want?” I look around the room, only to find my pants are nowhere in sight. “Where’s my wallet?”
“This old thing?” Yoshino pulls a sleek black wallet out of her purse, tossing it onto the bed. I scramble for it, opening it up. “We already melted down your credit cards. We got rid of that silly passport too - you won’t be needing it.”
I stare into my empty wallet with my mouth hanging open. I still have my photo ID, which I suppose is something, but everything else is gone. They didn’t even leave me a single dollar.
“You can’t do this…” I stare at the empty wallet. Isn’t this illegal? “You fucking tojos will never get away with this…”
Hideki laughs. “Trust me, we will. And if you try to rat us out, they’ll think you are crazy. Now are you going to be a good girl or are you sleeping outside tonight?”
Tears burn my eyes as I look around the room. It isn’t anything too fancy, but it’s still shelter. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen to me out there in a body like this.
Suddenly self conscious of my breasts, I cross my arms trying to cover them. “How much will I make?” I mumble under my breath.
Hideki looks at me like he hadn’t heard me, placing his hand by his ear.
“How much will I make?” I say louder, gritting my teeth.
Yoshino decides to chime in. “Well a normal session with you will go for $100. The deluxe is $200. But 98% of that is split between me and Hideki. You get the remaining two percent.”
“I only get two percent?!” I yell, jumping to my feet. “That’s ridiculous! I can’t live off that.”
“Come now, the other girls are doing it,” Yoshino says with a laugh. “And you don’t need to worry about food and clothing. We’ll provide all of that.”
“And how much is rent?”
“Five hundred a month.”
I feel like I’m going to be sick. If I’ve done my math right, then I can forget having any spending money. I’ll be lucky just to make rent every month. It certainly doesn’t seem like I’ll be buying my way out of this one.
“Fine…” I say, looking at the two in exasperation. I know I have no choice at the moment, no matter how disgusting the thought of being a whore is. “I’ll do it, but this is bullshit. You’re a bunch of slavers, you piece of shit tojos.” I just have to bare with it until I come up with an escape plan. Patience has gotten me far before and I know it’s my best bet now.
“I’m glad you have some common sense,” Hideki says, standing. He grips me by the shoulders, pulling me to my feet as if I were a doll. “Let’s get you ready for the customers, Ayaka.”
I give him the harshest glare I can manage. “My name is not Ayaka.”
“It’s your name now.” Judging by the laughter in his voice, I get the feeling I’m anything but intimidating. “Oh, and don’t even think about ruining our customers experience. Allow me to explain the consequences for doing so.”
As they lead me towards the closet, a feeling of dread washes over me.
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I’m lying on the bed wearing nothing but a cherry blossom Kimono and a pair of silky white panties. The Kimono is tight and shows off my curves and my legs are bare and exposed. From below, my panties are perfectly visible. From above, someone could easily see my bare breasts.
Thanks to Yoshino, my eyelashes have been done up with mascara. Black eyeliner highlights my eyes and a thin layer of lip gloss coats my lips, giving it a shine. My face has been lightly powdered with blush and my nails have been painted pink, with flowers expertly painted on top.
The door opens and my first customer walks in.
He’s an older man, clearly Japanese judging by his black hair and tan skin. Yet no matter how I look at him, he looks like a creepy old man. I can’t decide if it’s his shifty gaze or if it’s the way he’s already rubbing his crotch while he tries not to look at my breasts. Maybe it’s both.
“Oh, you are cute,” the man says, walking over to me. He grabs my hand, holding it. “Your picture doesn’t do you justice.”
“Why thank you,” I say, forcing a smile. Meanwhile I’m thinking, Do I seriously have to suck this guy’s dick?
He sits down on the bed next to me, letting go of my hand. He rests his hand on one of my bare legs. A chill runs up my spine, but I try to ignore it.
“You are really, really cute,” the man says, and then begins rubbing my leg. His hand goes up and down, slowly but firmly. When his hand travels up and he starts squeezing my thigh, I can’t help but blush. “And very sexy…”
Wrapping his arm around me, he grips my narrow waist and I’m pulled closer. His other hand rests on my back and he pulls me even closer. Our faces are so close they’re almost touching.
He presses his lips against mine. I feel his tongue hungrily slide into my mouth, tasting my saliva, while his other hand rubs between my thighs. Blushing furiously, I offer his tongue no resistance and start kissing him back.
As much as I hate to admit it, it feels really nice even with a creep like this. It has to be this stupid body. I’m left hungry for more when he breaks the kiss. Then he pushes me down onto the bed. Positioning himself on top of me he starts rubbing up against me, lightly humping me with his rock hard cock.
“W-wait,” I moan, feeling his cock grinding against my cunt. “Stop. Stop, I’m… I’m only allowed to give blowjobs.”
Despite this being a brothel, it is a rule that we can only offer customers oral sex or a hand job. However, Hideki had told me most want oral. The exception is if a customer pays the $200 for the deluxe, but this one hasn’t. I know because the light above my door isn’t glowing red.
The man sighs and then gets off of me. “Sorry,” he says. His face is full of disappointment. “I forgot. Can you please give me one?”
I force another smile as I nod and get off the bed. I get down on my knees in front of him. He pulls his pants down, dropping them onto the floor.
His cock really isn’t anything special. Mine had been much bigger and yet, I can’t take my eyes off of it. There’s a familiar tingling between my thighs, which I try to ignore. I lick my lips, trying not to let myself drool.
Gripping the back of my head, the man pushes my face up against his cock. It quickly becomes clear that he doesn’t wash his dick very often, yet for some odd reason I’m becoming more aroused the longer I smell it. Without even thinking, I’ve started licking his cock.
The man lets out a groan and grips one of my shoulders. I run my tongue up and down his shaft, kissing it and taking in the flavor. It doesn’t taste good at all, but for some reason I like it. It has to be this stupid body again.
Kissing the tip of his penis, I wrap my lips around his cock and push it into my mouth. I bob my head up and down, licking up the pre-cum that is oozing out. Without even realizing it, I start rubbing my vagina through my panties.
He thrusts his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. It isn’t long enough to reach my throat, but I wrap my tongue around his shaft and, with my free hand, I start fondling his balls.
Please cum already, I think. I rub his balls gently, while bobbing my head up and down and sucking on his cock almost desperately. Come on. Please just cum already so I can get this over with.
“Oh god,” the man groans. I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. “Oh god. Ayaka-chan, you’re really good at this!”
That’s the last thing I want to hear, but I don’t let up one bit. I have to make this man cum. If I can just make him cum, I’ll be done with it and I can move on to the next customer, who is hopefully less weird.
“Ohhh!” the man moans, and then grabs the back of my head. He forces his cock all the way into my mouth. “Ayaka-chan… oh, Ayaka-chan!
Cum sprays into my mouth, filling my orifice. It keeps coming and coming, filling up more and more. I swallow some of it, only for more to coat my tongue.
As much as I hate to admit it, the cum tastes oddly satisfying. There’s a longing between my thighs and something wet is dripping down my legs. I rub my cunt, almost wishing I could have taken the man’s penis in here instead.
The man is fully dressed and standing before I had gotten off my knees. I stand, meeting his eyes, and he shifts his gaze uncomfortably. Even now I can tell he's trying to be discreet about looking at my boobs.
“You are very good, Ayaka,” the man says. He grabs a handful of my butt, pulling me into a hug. “I will definitely see you again.” He lets me go and away.
I force a smile and wave goodbye. Yet as soon as he shuts the door behind him, I start gagging.
I had three more customers that day. Each one of them looked like a creepy old man. I ended up making out with all of them, before sucking their cocks and swallowing their cum.
I’m lying on the bed now, staring at the traditional Japanese ceiling. The itching between my legs won’t go away and my erect breasts feel strange rubbing against my silky kimono. I’m trying to ignore both of those things, but it isn’t working very well. More than once I start rubbing my cunt without even meaning to, before tearing my hand away.
I sigh and roll over onto my side. Vaginal fluids run down the sides of my legs, making a mess on the bed. That's when the door decides to slide open and Hideki walks in. I sit up with quickly, the way someone with something to hide does.
“Enjoying your first day?” Hideki asks. When I glare and slowly shake my head no, he laughs. “You look like you still want some company.”
“There is no way in hell I would want that,” I say, glaring at him. Realizing my kimono has fallen open, I quickly cover my breasts and back away from him.
“Oh really?” Hideki walks over to the bed, sitting down at the foot of it. “I’ve seen plenty of horny women in my life.” His gaze travels up and down my body, appraising me like a piece of meat. His smile tells me he likes what he see’s. “You are definitely a horny woman, Ayaka.”
“That’s not my name, I say, shaking my head furiously. “And I’m not a woman. I’m a man.”
He keeps smiling. “Come over here.”
I stare at him, not moving.
“Get over here. Now. Don’t forget who is in charge here.”
Hanging my head in shame, I slide across the bed. I stop next to him, trying to keep some distance between us. Watching him close the distance without a care in the world, I glare at him, though a small part of me had wanted him to make a bold move.
When he wraps his arm around me and rests his hand on my hip, the tingling grows unbearable. My pussy is practically begging for a cock and my breasts are begging for attention, but I try to ignore it.
I hadn’t even realized I was looking at his lips until he was coming in for the kiss. Our lips meet and he grips my back, pulling me into him. I want to resist, but my body has different plans. I end up melting into his arms and my attempt at pushing him away quickly turns into me rubbing my hands across his manly, sexy chest - I mean, his chest. By the time he pulls his lips from mine, I am panting like an animal in heat.
Pulling me onto his lap, he grabs my ass and starts kissing me again. I let out a moan as he moves me around on his lap, forcing my pussy to rub up against his cock through his pants. Then he all but lifts me up and then flips me over onto the bed. He’s on top of me now, kissing and groping me as he presses his body up against mine.
Fluids leak out of my pussy and I start moaning uncontrollably into his mouth. My pussy clenches and contracts as the shaft of his cock rubs against it, begging to be penetrated by a certain something he’s packing down below. I know this is wrong, but I’ve been getting hornier with every dick I’ve sucked. To say I’m feeling desperate would be an understatement.
“You are so horny, Ayaka.” He breathes the words into my ear, pressing his crotch up against me and making me gasp. “Oh, but don’t worry. That’s normal.” He grabs my breasts, squeezing them, and I blush furiously when milk squirts out. “Most of our girls are horny after sucking dick all day. Good thing I’m here to satisfy you, right?”
“Not at all.” I shift my lower body, pressing up against his cock. I realize I’m humping him, but I just can’t help myself. It feels too good. “I just want to be a man again.”
Squeezing my breasts and making more milk leak out, he positions himself so that his cock is poking the entrance to my pussy. “Your body is honest, even if you’re not.”
His cock slides into me without warning, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I let out a loud moan as I receive what my body has been pining for all day. His cock slides in and out roughly, as though he’s humping me in anger. His hands leave my breasts, finding my back and lifting me up as he fucks me like an animal. And although the part of me that is Bobby Haverrest is screaming in the back of my mind in protest, a new side of me - Ayaka - is moaning out loud, begging for more.
My orgasm comes all at once, sending me into a land of ecstasy in his arms. I grip his back roughly and wrap my legs around him, trying to push his cock deeper as wave after wave of pleasure assaults every inch of my body. I feel my breasts and my ass jiggling as he fucks me relentlessly, not letting up one bit.
Still clinging to him, I’m pushed back down against the sheets. “I’m about to cum,” he moans, and starts kissing me. Sucking on his tongue as though it were something delicious, I wrap my legs around him even tighter. My pussy clamps down on his cock, not giving him a chance to escape.
His cum shoots into me, filling me with a pleasant warmth. Rubbing up against him I milk his cock for all it’s worth, desperate to be filled. He shoots his cum into me for what seems like an eternity and I love every minute of it. When he finally stops, I actually feel a little disappointed.
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I’m not sure when I passed out, but when I awake I find Hideki-sama sitting in a chair. He’s fully clothed and is reading something on his phone. However, he turns his attention to me as soon as he realizes I’m awake.
“You’re finally up,” he says. Smiling, he slides his phone into his pocket and stands. “You were pretty wild earlier.” Walking over to where I lay, he sits down on the bed. “You could feel that way more often, if you just accept what you want.”
Blushing, I look coyly off to the side. I can’t get the sex from earlier out of my mind. Just thinking about it is turning me on and that scares me. As a proud American man, this is just wrong. Sure, it felt amazing, but I’m supposed to be a guy. I can’t just give in to what this stupid body wants.
I’m lying on the bed now, staring at the traditional Japanese ceiling. The itching between my legs won’t go away and my erect breasts feel strange rubbing against my silky kimono. I’m trying to ignore both of those things, but it isn’t working very well. More than once I start rubbing my cunt without even meaning to, before tearing my hand away.
I sigh and roll over onto my side. Vaginal fluids run down the sides of my legs, making a mess on the bed. That's when the door decides to slide open and Hideki walks in. I sit up with quickly, the way someone with something to hide does.
“Enjoying your first day?” Hideki asks. When I glare and slowly shake my head no, he laughs. “You look like you still want some company.”
“There is no way in hell I would want that,” I say, glaring at him. Realizing my kimono has fallen open, I quickly cover my breasts and back away from him.
“Oh really?” Hideki walks over to the bed, sitting down at the foot of it. “I’ve seen plenty of horny women in my life.” His gaze travels up and down my body, appraising me like a piece of meat. His smile tells me he likes what he see’s. “You are definitely a horny woman, Ayaka.”
“That’s not my name, I say, shaking my head furiously. “And I’m not a woman. I’m a man.”
He keeps smiling. “Come over here.”
I stare at him, not moving.
“Get over here. Now. Don’t forget who is in charge here.”
Hanging my head in shame, I slide across the bed. I stop next to him, trying to keep some distance between us. Watching him close the distance without a care in the world, I glare at him, though a small part of me had wanted him to make a bold move.
When he wraps his arm around me and rests his hand on my hip, the tingling grows unbearable. My pussy is practically begging for a cock and my breasts are begging for attention, but I try to ignore it.
I hadn’t even realized I was looking at his lips until he was coming in for the kiss. Our lips meet and he grips my back, pulling me into him. I want to resist, but my body has different plans. I end up melting into his arms and my attempt at pushing him away quickly turns into me rubbing my hands across his manly, sexy chest - I mean, his chest. By the time he pulls his lips from mine, I am panting like an animal in heat.
Pulling me onto his lap, he grabs my ass and starts kissing me again. I let out a moan as he moves me around on his lap, forcing my pussy to rub up against his cock through his pants. Then he all but lifts me up and then flips me over onto the bed. He’s on top of me now, kissing and groping me as he presses his body up against mine.
Fluids leak out of my pussy and I start moaning uncontrollably into his mouth. My pussy clenches and contracts as the shaft of his cock rubs against it, begging to be penetrated by a certain something he’s packing down below. I know this is wrong, but I’ve been getting hornier with every dick I’ve sucked. To say I’m feeling desperate would be an understatement.
“You are so horny, Ayaka.” He breathes the words into my ear, pressing his crotch up against me and making me gasp. “Oh, but don’t worry. That’s normal.” He grabs my breasts, squeezing them, and I blush furiously when milk squirts out. “Most of our girls are horny after sucking dick all day. Good thing I’m here to satisfy you, right?”
“Not at all.” I shift my lower body, pressing up against his cock. I realize I’m humping him, but I just can’t help myself. It feels too good. “I just want to be a man again.”
Squeezing my breasts and making more milk leak out, he positions himself so that his cock is poking the entrance to my pussy. “Your body is honest, even if you’re not.”
His cock slides into me without warning, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I let out a loud moan as I receive what my body has been pining for all day. His cock slides in and out roughly, as though he’s humping me in anger. His hands leave my breasts, finding my back and lifting me up as he fucks me like an animal. And although the part of me that is Bobby Haverrest is screaming in the back of my mind in protest, a new side of me - Ayaka - is moaning out loud, begging for more.
My orgasm comes all at once, sending me into a land of ecstasy in his arms. I grip his back roughly and wrap my legs around him, trying to push his cock deeper as wave after wave of pleasure assaults every inch of my body. I feel my breasts and my ass jiggling as he fucks me relentlessly, not letting up one bit.
Still clinging to him, I’m pushed back down against the sheets. “I’m about to cum,” he moans, and starts kissing me. Sucking on his tongue as though it were something delicious, I wrap my legs around him even tighter. My pussy clamps down on his cock, not giving him a chance to escape.
His cum shoots into me, filling me with a pleasant warmth. Rubbing up against him I milk his cock for all it’s worth, desperate to be filled. He shoots his cum into me for what seems like an eternity and I love every minute of it. When he finally stops, I actually feel a little disappointed.
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I’m not sure when I passed out, but when I awake I find Hideki-sama sitting in a chair. He’s fully clothed and is reading something on his phone. However, he turns his attention to me as soon as he realizes I’m awake.
“You’re finally up,” he says. Smiling, he slides his phone into his pocket and stands. “You were pretty wild earlier.” Walking over to where I lay, he sits down on the bed. “You could feel that way more often, if you just accept what you want.”
Blushing, I look coyly off to the side. I can’t get the sex from earlier out of my mind. Just thinking about it is turning me on and that scares me. As a proud American man, this is just wrong. Sure, it felt amazing, but I’m supposed to be a guy. I can’t just give in to what this stupid body wants.
“What is your name?”
“Bobby,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes.
He just sits there patiently, arms crossed. He doesn’t speak a word.
I stare at him, keeping my head lowered. I know what he wants to hear. And as strange as it sounds, the thought of telling him that is starting to turn me on. After fighting with his stare for a few minutes, I finally give in and, staring at my legs, I say, “Ayaka.” I feel my face growing warm. “My name is Ayaka. Happy now?”
“A beautiful name.” Hideki-sama looks me up and down, nodding in approval. “Stand up for me, Ayaka.” When I get off the bed, standing up for him in nothing but my kimono and panties, he smiles. Getting to his feet, he says, “Turn around for me and lift up your kimono.” I hesitate. It feels weird, but finally I give in, turn around, and lift up my kimono so that my panties are exposed. “You have a really sexy ass.”
My face is burning hot with embarrassment now, but my pussy is tingling so badly I can barely stand it. I can tell my panties are soaked. For some reason, this body seems to love being bossed around like this. If I don’t find a way to turn back, I’m going to be in a lot of trouble.
“How about you let me get a better look at that sexy ass of yours?”
Leaning against a dresser, I stick my butt out at him. I can feel my pussy contracting, already wet and desperate to be filled, and my hard nipples digging into my shirt. He grabs hold of my ass, groping it roughly and making me groan. After a few moments, I feel his erect cock pressing up against me.
“You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, pressing my lower half against him. There is still a part of me that thinks I should protest, but that part has all but given up. One way or another, I’m going to submit to him. Not only is this way a lot easier, but it just feels better to not have him forcing himself on me. At least this way it feels like I have a choice.
Pulling down my panties, he shoves his cock inside me. There are no protests this time as he pushes me up against the wall and starts humping me as if we were animals. Groping my breasts, he sprays my milk on the wall as I moan.
It isn’t long before I am writhing on his cock in ecstasy, moaning uncontrollably as his cock pumps me full of his cum. He drops me onto the bed before pulling his cock out. Cum spills out of my pussy, staining the sheets.
“I can tell you’re going to be a lot of fun.” Hideki pulls on his clothes, making his way towards the door. But he stops for a moment. “You are going to be very popular here. Keep up the good work.”
As he walks away, I’m feeling a mixture of embarrassment and elation. I got fucked not just once, but twice. After secretly wanting it all day long, my body finally feels satisfied.
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