SEX STORY #75
BLONDE IN THE ORIENT #2
Marla wiggled her ass in the face of the half drunken Japanese businessman, he
reached out and slipped his hand between her legs and ran a finger along her
g-string covered crack. After the quick feel, he stuck a thousand yen into her
waist band and called out to the waitress for another drink. It was almost ten
o’clock in the evening, and still the company men, as they are called in Japan,
were drinking and carousing with there business associates. It was said that
sake and geisha girls was the oil that kept Japan’s corporate structure
lubricated. Well, Marla didn’t know about the business structure, but all of the
executives in the Ty Ling bar were definitely “lubricated”! Being blonde and
from America was a big draw to Japanese males, probably because of the
homogeneous society that was modern Japan. Since 99.9% of the residents were
Japanese, there wasn’t a whole lot of variety as far as appearance was
concerned, so being blonde and in Japan definitely made you an outsider, and
Japanese men couldn’t seem to get enough of the American women! While corporate
America complained about closed trade markets, one look at the Japanese
lifestyle told an entirely different story. The Japanese wore American clothes,
watched American movies, ate at American fast food restaurants, and listened to
American rock music. Walking down Tokyo’s busy Ginza district, and you would
have thought you were in Times Square with all the American logos burning in
bright neon lights. Marla was just another American icon to be bought and sold,
only her commodity was her very supple and sensuous twenty four year old body.
Like she said to her American compatriots, “We’re just doing our part to help
balance the trade deficit !”
Marla had answered and ad in the New York New about fabulous money to be made in
the Far East. She went for and interview, and found out that while not very
glamorous, working the bars and night clubs of Tokyo and Osaka could earn a
pretty blonde girl five thousand dollars a week! The hours would be long, but
the rewards great for someone with a little ambition. Marla was at the time
working a legal secretary making seven hundred dollars a week, a salary that
barely made ends meet in New York City. A week later she was on a plane to
Tokyo, and getting ready to start a brand new career. She found out right away
that you could indeed make five grand a week, but to do it, you had to let the
free handed businessmen touch you in very intimate places. While not a prude, it
took her several weeks to become accustomed to the pawing and leering that she
had to endure while dancing at the club. In her third week, Marla got her first
proposal to make some real money. A young executive wanted to take her to a
hotel and make love to her. He seemed like a likable sort, and he wasn’t drunk
like most of the other men in bar that night, so she made arrangements to meet
him in the hotel bar after her shift was over.
Like most Japanese men, Ken, that was the name he gave her, was short and lean.
He was waiting in the bar for her, and together they rode the elevator up to a
room he had previously taken. He helped her with her coat, and then ran his
hands up and down the sides of her body, pausing to feel the swell of her hips.
She turned away from him and asked him, “Be a doll, hon, and help me with my
zipper!” With a steady hand he pulled it down, kissing her on her bare shoulder,
and sliding the sequined garment to the floor. He carefully unhooked her bra and
it too slipped off her body, exposing her 34D chest to the evening air. Her
nipples immediately became erect as Ken reached around her and cupped them in
his hands. Most Japanese men were pushy and rough with their woman, but Ken had
a gentle touch that was starting to turn Marla on. She turned around to face
him, giving him a straight on look at her magnificent chest. She lifted his
hands back to her boobs and asked, “You like them, Ken?” He nodded in the
affirmative, and said, “American girls have much bigger breasts than Japanese
women, I like them very much!!!” By now Marla was really enjoying herself, and
her panty clad vagina was becoming damp as the result of the expert tit rub that
Ken was doing on her chest. Growing a little impatient with him, Marla decided
to move things on a little bit, by taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning
his shirt. He seemed to enjoy the attention, and offered no resistance as she
stripped off his clothing. His hairless body was smooth and sleek, and the start
of and erection could be seen through his boxer shorts. Marla slid off her
panties and asked Ken, “Why don’t you take off your shorts so we can see what
you got for me hidden in there!?!” Ken shoved them down and kicked them away,
exposing a hard if not huge erection. Marla took it in her hand and started
jerking it back and forth, bringing a soft moan from Ken’s lips. Instinctively,
Marla knelt down and took Ken’s member into her mouth, tasting the faint traces
of soap, but that quickly disappeared as she worked her mouth up and down of his
stiff oriental shaft. Looking down at the buxom blonde sucking on his pecker was
too much for Ken to take, and he quickly climaxed into her hot mouth. He had
dreamed of this moment ever since he was in high school, and it was overwhelming
to say the least. In Japanese tradition he quickly apologized for cumming so
quickly, but Marla just laughed and said, “Don’t worry Kenny, I’ll show you how
to get it back up, just follow me!!!”
Taking him by his cock she lead him over to the bed where she lay down with her
legs spread wide apart. Her pussy, trimmed in a neat blonde vee, bulged
invitingly, its lips damp with sexual secretions. “Okay baby,” she cooed softly,
“now you’re gonna do mama like she did for you!” He didn’t need a second
invitation and practically leaped between her thighs, burying his mouth on her
wet vagina. He licked up and down the length of her crack, finally stopping at
her clitoris, which was out of its protective hood and begging to be sucked on.
His tongue snaked out and caressed the little nub, causing Marla to sigh with
contentment. No matter what you could say about him, there was no argument that
Ken was an expert cunt lapper! It had been a long time since Marla had
experienced this kind of oral sex, and her hot cunt was drooling cunt juice all
over Ken’s face, as he tried his best to lap up every drop. It wasn’t long
before Marla felt the familiar vaginal contractions that were the onset to an
orgasm. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow and through gritted
teeth begged, “You eat me, Kenny, god you eat me so fucking good!” Hearing here
use street slang only drove Ken to eat her more intensely! He stabbed his tongue
in and out of her pussy, taking great pains to flick her clit with each thrust.
She bucked her hips forward when her climax hit, trying desperately to push her
cunt harder into his mouth. Ken wished that Japanese woman were as animated as
their American counterparts during sex. The tradition of the quiet reserved
Oriental woman seemed to carry over into the bed room. American woman, on the
other hand, seemed enthusiastic about their love making, even relishing in it!
This American girl Marla was an obvious cock hound, but this is the way all
American girls act. Even now, after a hard climax, this American bitch is
begging to be fucked! Ken stood up and slowly jerked his cock while looking at
Marla’s fantastic body. “Come on Kenny,” she begged with out stretched arms,
“fuck me with that beautiful cock, please!?!” Ken’s cock was now hard as blue
steel, this American slut looked like Marilyn Monroe, but acted like a porn
star! Sliding on top of her, he could feel her softness, the smoothness of her
thighs, the slight bulge in her belly, and the fullness of her heavy breasts!
She reached her hand down and lead his cock to her honey hole, taking the time
to rub the head up and down the length of her slit. He slid into her easily, her
well conditioned cunt muscles gripping his cock like a vise. After only several
thrusts she began breathing erratically, moaning louder and louder with each
plunge. “Oh fuck me, baby,” she moaned, “I need it so fucking bad!!!” Ken
continued to pound away, driven on by her use of foul language. A Japanese woman
would never use that type of language, or even ask her husband for a certain
type of sexual position or activity. This American girl, however, used back
alley talk, and didn’t hesitate in the least in asking her lover to fuck her or
eat her! Ken had now lost control over his cock, and was now battering Marla’s
pussy into submission. The American cocksucker wrapped her legs around his back,
trying to hold on for dear life! She was acting like a slut, but she couldn’t
help it!!! Once she got turned on, her clit would take over and she would do
what ever it took to attain the most explosive orgasm! Her cunt muscles tried in
vain to hold on to the pounding piston that was invading it, but to no avail! A
huge orgasm was building in her belly, and she hissed through gritted teeth that
she was cumming!!! Ken’s nuts tightened up and contracted hard, sending a
torrent of cum hurtling into Marla’s sweet American pussy. Both of them strained
to get the last bit of pleasure from the union of their sex organs, until Ken
finally collapsed on top of Marla, gasping and trying to regain his breath.
After both of them were dressed, Ken reached into his pocket and pulled out a
thick wallet. He extracted the equivalent of two thousand American dollars and
handed it to Marla. Bowing courteously at the waist he said, “Had a very good
time, you were very good too! Same time next week?” Marla tucked the cash inside
her purse and answered, “Same time next week, Kenny, we’ll do what we can to
further east-west relations!!!” |
