Chapter 4
At our second rendezvous, George the writer asked me if I would like to accompany him to his friend's house, a certain Mr. Kyoto, who had an important position with the Japanese embassy.
I accepted with pleasure and we drove through Grosvenor Square to his place.
George asked me to take off my shoes before entering Mr. Kyoto's house for this was a special custom that had to be respected.
"You mean I have to start undressing myself before I get into the house," I kidded.
When we got there, I did what I was told and I adapted quite easily to the new customs that were imposed.
Our host received us with numerous bows. Much the same as one sees in many films dealing with Nippon.
Mr. Kyoto was a little yellow man with twinkling eyes and frog's feet at their corners. I liked his smile and his ironic look at the world and the hypocrisy that shone from his eyes. The real sensuality stems from the diversity and differences in partners.
Our host invited us into a second room where we found many vases of fruit and flowers. There were some mats and cushions on the floor. Mr. Kyoto begged us to seat ourselves.
I was highly amused and felt that I had entered another world.
George asked me to follow him to the bathroom, where a hot steam bath was awaiting us. George explained me that a bath in Japan was a ritual of great importance.
I was asked to imitate every move that he made. I obeyed willingly.
Then Mr. Kyoto took off his kimono and we were all in the nude. The spectacle was cnarming. I took the opportunity to size up the Samurai son. He was thin, but not all as I had first thought. His muscles were firm and wiry and well designed. He had the appearance of a wonderful athlete. He must have been very powerful and I was sure that he was a master of
Judo. Despite his muscular appearance he had a touch of softness about him. His member which was in the center of some wooly hair had not gotten hard and was hanging down in much the same way as George's.
The two pricks which hung between the thighs were entirely soft and indifferent. My nudity was insulted, but I was excited by this nonchalance and the woman in me wanted their appearance to be otherwise.
Mr. Kyoto wished me to enter the baths first, as this was the custom.
George took some soap and started to rub me with it and the friction felt delightful. I was covered with a nice white foam. He then cleaned my sex and penetrated the foam into my crack. He was an expert at cleaning off his women and it was apparently due to his ease and manipulation of certain vital areas.
He did not forget to rub my clitoris and excite me a little and to this day when I masturbate I employ a special perfumed soap.
While George soaped me the Japanese looked at me with a childish air about him.
He expressed his joy at seeing me there with him and George bv laughing with his teeth shining like pearls. His joy caused him to get hard. I loved to watch his yellow cock get bigger and bigger. There was a certain voluptous curiosity to this spectacle.
George was also growing hard and it was probably due to the caresses he bestowed upon me.
We started to become bored with the simple activity of soaping one another. George turned on the shower and the soap rolled off our backs. He stuck his index finger in my ass-hole recalling old times. Then our host asked us to enter into a cylindrical basin where we would take a very hot bath.
I must admit I adore warm baths and this is one way I can regain my composure. As soon as I became used to the temperature of the bath, I took some time to look over the two men.
There is nothing stranger than the cock of a man hanging idly between his thighs as though it were an appendage which had nothing in particular to do with the rest of the body. However, one knows that this strange instrument plays a vital role in the art of manly love. But I had never had the chance to scan those wonderful manly pricks as much as I could then, there in that warm bath with steam creeping up the walls.
The penis of the stocky Japanese fascinated me no end. I had to control myself from touching it. The twc men intimidated me enough to kill any possible initiative that I might have been able to muster up.
I sank in my bath and contemplated the two dicks in front of me.
"That's enough, miss," George murmured as he leaned over me to kiss me. "Kyoto and myself are going to take a bath now."
I obeyed without any qualms. The Ambassador and the writer took their turns in the hot bath. After some hot vapors, the shower was turned on and the water covered their chests, hips and legs.
"Comeand soap some," George hollered.
"With pleasure," I showed my enthusiasm.
I was not lying, although I would have prefered soaping the Japanese because I wished to see some new reactions desplayed and not the same ones I had already known with George.
I covered my lover with a fistful of foam and then stretched down to cover his cock with the perfumed soap. I enjoyed immensely fingering his sex and the tuft of hair that reached up to his belly button. I even stroked off to the point where he had to clench his teeth to keep from becoming too excitable.
The attentive eyes of the Japanese excited me. I was forced tn take the initiative.
"Do you wane to be soaped also?" I asked.
"No thank you," and he turned and continued to soap himself.
"He doesn't like to make love to anyone of the white race. He just likes to watch us and contemplate. He prefers the geisha. He is a nationalist like you've never seen one."
"It's a shame," I responded.
The idea that this man did not want to make love to me infuriated me as much as anything could. It heightened my desire and at the same time seemed to cut me in two.
His body was smooth and muscular with a fine stiff prick which perked up like the horn of a rhinoceros. I wanted to grip it and jerk it off. However, I continued to soap George. I wasn't thinking of him and while he was writhing in pleasure under my fastidious soaping job, I really sighed and longed for the yellow prick.
George became excited and brought me to him and bit my breasts playfully. And then he would rub his cock against my belly. He managed to excite me and caused my head to spin.
"Stop," he cried out. "You'll make me come!"
"What's holding you bsHc?" I ventured with a tone of irony.
"Not now but later," he winked.
The action of the water and the changes in temperature cooled him off and thoughts of love took a second order as the men penetrated the cylindrical basin.
We each took a towel that was handing on some metal racks.
We rubbed ourselves with vigorous strokes and then entered another room where a young Japanese girl was awaiting us.
She was dressed in a blue kimono which gave her a childlike air. Her mannerisms were delicate and she resembled a genuine Japanese doll. She was made up and her skin took on a whitish hue. All smiles, she bowed low several times. The rone that she offered me was cut to measure and made of the finest silk.
Then George, Kyoto and myself sat down around a stove made of porcelain. It was filled with ashes, glowing and emitting an exotic incense.
We remained there talking, when Kyoto called the young geisha girl and whispered something in her ear. She came back shortly with a platter and served us some tea. The drink was exactly what we needed. Then a small glass was handed to each of us and the girl poured some white liquid in our glasses. This was the first time that I had ever tasted Saki and it subtly burned my insides.
While the Geisha was serving George, he was busy looking her up and down in his usual charming way. It seems that the Japanese do not get annoyed at this sort of disrobing. Besides she had her hands full and there was no way of telling whether she desired one thing or another.
While George was taking in the pretty girl, I was able to watch his penis grow in size. This amused me and I had to hold back from laughing out loud.
George managed to get close to the girl and he started caressing her thighs. The geisha felt unnerved by the sudden situation and backed away from George's searching hands. But he held on and soon reached into the vagina The girl's patronizing smile left her face and she suddenly seemed agitated and even erotically excited.
She tried to control herself but the sensations of love were too strong and a sigh creeped on her lips. George unveiled her of the kimono and she stood in front of us with her thigh? and hips naked and gleaming.
Mr. Kyoto contemplated the beautiful Asiatic and myself without showing any emotions. From the attitude he seemed to be taking he approved of the outburst his white friend had given in to.
She passed by me and I was able to smell the sweet perfume of the Orient. Undoubtedly she took good care of her body. The doll-like girl finally found her customary smile and backed away with a few curtsies. Mr. Kyoto kept apologizing for the bad food and the bad service and deplored the boring moments that occurred during the dinner.
I saw absolutely no need for apologies and I protested vigorously. George explained that this was a Japanese way of snowing his politeness and was a fixed ritual in all their homes. Mr. Kyoto began to laugh at the explanations offered, but kept on citing the deplorable conditions of his household.
His refinement and delicacy excited me all the more, and especially with the Saki that I was absorbing by the glassful.
I asked George if I could sit beside the dapper Nipponese in order to better understand the manners and customs that exist in his country. He gave me permission to do so and Mr. Kyoto delighted me wiih his knowledge of Japanese music.
The Geisha girl reentered and this time she was carrying a zither instead of dinner trays. She began to sing and of course I was unable to understand a word.
A little later George told me that these Geisha songs were somewhat crude. It appeared that one song was sung in honor of a husband who was lamenting the obscene night he spent with another woman. While she played and sang, George glued his eyes on her lower belly and once again dug his finger into her cunt.
When she finished singing, George became very hot and stuck his tongue up her crack. The little oriental girl closed her eyes and cooed.
My writer took her by the hips and places his entire mouth between her outspread thighs. The girl began to inhale deeply and mutter incomprehensible words. She soon started to tremble all over and with a few twists and moans come to the end of her violent eruption.
George continued nevertheless and his tongue crept around the back end, slipping up the slit of her ass. The young girl incapable of holding herself back any longer grabbed the hardened prick of the Occidental and shoved it into her ass-hole. I imagine that the girl must have been as sensitive to this sort of treatment as I was. She took in several gulps of air while her partner continued to plunge in deeper and more vigorously.
George was not content with his apparatus enjoying the marvelous rear-end of the .lovely Japanese. He took his penis out of her arse and replaced it by his whole face. His tongue was soon deeply embedded in that anal region.
Just looking at this wonderful spectacle filled me with hundreds of desires. In spite of myself, I turned to look at our genial host and found him also viewing the magnificent scene with wide passionate eyes.
He was very attentive and he seemed to fidget a great deal. His legs were crossed as I have often seen the like with statues of Buddha, and his face was calm and showed no signs of expression. His eyes were flashes of little flames.
I noticed that his kimono was loosened just above the knee.
He was attracting me more than I could have ever thought. There was a sensual atmosphere that appeared to vibrate throughout the room. My eyes caught the spot where my host's sex ought to be. I couldn't help myself. An unknown force directed my hand towards his kimono. My face reddened before I understood exactly what I was doing. My hands prowled the area where his sex was probably throbbing like a drum. I finally found his member and my fist closed over his superb cock.
This cock resembled its proprietor. It was finely muscled, supple and solid. It was indeed an athletic dick and one capable of the finest judo.
With respect and tenderness I caressed the yellow sex of Mr. Kyoto who was still remaining immobile.
I could not understand him. Was it true that my ardent passion and submissiveness did not succeed in persuading him to divorce himself from his own dick and feel the pangs of love? What kind of a man was sitting beside me so proudly and arrogantly?
His cock excited me all the more. It literally bewitched me. I massaged it and squeezed his nuts for a reaction. I tried my best to please this man of iron.
During this time George was busy with the Geisha giri. He continued to suck her ass which was wiggling like the behind of a belly dancer. She was in quest of a new excitation and it appeared as though she was going to find it. While he had his tongue buried in her arse-hole, his other manipulating device, namely his hand, was masturbating her rhythmically..
She bounced up and down with bursts of crazed passion. The muscular American knew that she was on the point of discharging and he heightened his caresses always aiming at the hidden corners of erotic pleasure.
Suddenly she let go with an awful shrill moan and her hands waved many butterflies in the air. She couldn't seem to find her Dreath. And then a wild shriek filled the room, as though someone were calling for help. She fell on the straw mat in front of her. She had just come with all her being. George stood over her and admired her. There were signs of love in his eyes. He leaned toward her mouth with kisses. Then the neck and breasts and kneeling he placed her back on the straw mattress.
He adjusted her in such a position that her ass was waving in the air. His two hands opened her ass and he aimed his phallic member at the small crack in the rear.
The young adolescent quickly came back to her senses and understood what he was trying to do. He spread her legs and ass apart and was ready to penetrate her.
"No, Mr. Monk. I beg you not to," she cried in a high-pitched, hysterical voice.
But it was in vain, this effort for consideration on the girl's part. George pushed his weight on her while his hands were dividing the folds of her arse.
"You're going to rip me apart. Take me from the front, but not from behind. I've never done it this way. You'll kill me," she protested.
She continued her supplications not only in English, but in her strange foreign dialect. She seemed to be appealing to our host to come to her aid. But the grea. Kyoto stood massive and still as the Buddha himself. He appeared to be in another world. The only thing that was alive was his sex, which was wrapped in my nervous fingers.
George did not pay attention to the screams of the youngster and dug his penis into the derriere. She stopped crying all of a sudden and concentrated on what was happening to her lower belly and braced rear-end. *
Drops of sweat appeared like pearls on her forehead and on her cheeks. George was plunging his dick deep inside. Her face showed signs of inner torture and tears rolled down her cheeks spreading the make-up all over her moon-shaped face.
From time to time she wailed and it probably signified that George had touched bottom. At the same time I pitied the girl and I gripped Mr. Kyoto's cock as though I wanted to avenge myself. I felt like a solitary human being amidst these men who were either stolid or brutal depending on their shifting moods.
I hated males just then and wanted to be violated like the Geisha. I wanted to share her suffering and be ripped open by a strong sadistic, male cock.
I turned and faced Kyoto who appeared disinterested in the whole affair. He seemed many miles off.
She must have been used to taking it in the ass, because she ceased her howling and changed her tone altogether. She was now moaning with sheer pleasure.
She was no longer backing away from the heavy male instrument, but she pushed her buttocks into his stiff organ.
The little girl was giving George quite a time of it. For he was puffing and his face was dripping with hot and cold beads of sweat. I marvelled at that little ass which was taking such a wonderful dose of male meat.
I once heard that one of the great deceptions of males was in the finding that a sturdy woman did not measure up to a small fragile one much like the miniscule little Japanese servant girl who was swallowing George's hard-on for all she was worth.
The orientals must receive a superb sexual education, I thought, for this wonderful little sprite was pleasing the winsome George, man of much experience and moods. I was in the throes of watching this bestial union and at the same time, I was masturbating the silent Kyoto.
On the brownish straw mat, they resembled two animals who were entangled together. I remembered that it was just two nights before that I was in exactly the same position. I had been caught in the ass ty George the same way and the sight tempted my eyes and sent shivers down my spine. He was big and blond and she was small and brunette. They steamed away with a loud moaning and groaning. I could even see her making love with George and I did not have any illusions or qualms about it. I was pussy just the same as she, spread out to the utmost, my legs gripping the ground and my ass braced to meet the oncoming thrusts.
All thoughts and human sentiment abandoned, tossed to the winds, this thought repulsed me. But the same disgust was trapping me too and rumbled through my body.
Yes, I had to admit it, I certainly must be just like that little morsel of a girl seething with hump and breathing in hell's passion.
Paradise was not for me. I would be lost there. I preferred the sensuality of the body. The example was in front of my eyes. George and the Geisha girl presented my symbol.
When you first set your eyes on a little Japanese girl, she appears to be the most innocent and modest of all human beings. It is hard to realize that these tiny mites know more about screwing than any English debutante. When she gets a long dick in the butt, she knows how to give her partner the utmost of pleasures.
"You fit well in my ass, my love. Your cock can rip me to shreds. Screw me good, don't be afraid. Ah, I can feel your balls banging my ass!" she recited to the white man.
Then she hurled out a mass of insolence which made George to pump all the harder. She was on the verge of coming. Her face became contorted from the effects of the act. It seemed like a mask of some oriental idol on which one could see suffering, cruelty and anger.
Finally, she was overcome with inner earthquakes and she sank prostrate to the ground. She had just reached the supreme moment of her orgasm.
But George had not had his pleasure. He seemed to enjoy breaking into the small slim body in front of him. He must of had the impression of making love with a dead person. The Geisha girl must of then understood her vice for she lay there as a dead body absorbing the assaults of a sadistical white man.
Her arms were spread out and her body gave no signs of life. It seemed as though she were being molested by a mad man.
But during all this time she could not keep herself from coming back to life and suffering a violent attack of hiccups. At least this showed she was still living. The blows George inflicted became more and more terrible and all at once he crinkled up with a terrific cry and arched his back to support the writhing spasms which were possessing his body. He flooded the tiny ass-aperture of the Oriental girl.
The two lovers remained together for a few minutes, then the little Nipponese got up, smiled and began to embrace her tired American.
The two of them put me in such a state that I was unable to content myself with the role of a mere spectator.
I wheeled around toward the illustrious Kyoto. I decided to attack and have him give me the pleasure that I was entitled to. But, alas, he seemed lost in dreams, although his yellow cock was just as hard as ever. At least one part of his body was living. I lowered myself and stretched out horizontally in order to take his delicious-looking cock and put it into my mouth. Just at the moment when I wanted to suck in his,sex he brushed me aside.
I was about to protest, but had to give in to his sad smile.
"I promised that I would never make love to some one who belonged to the white race," he proclaimed. I was completely rebuffed.
"But you're dying with envy to do so. You could find an excuse," I offered.
He reflected for a few seconds and then beamed.
"You are right... Wait for me."
He signaled the Geisha girl who came running over. He whispered something into her ear and she went scurrying off. Not longer after she came back bearing a mask It was a frightful mask of the demons and she passed it to me and motioned me to don the strange falseface.
"Put it on. Hide that head of yours that I may not see it," Mr. Kyoto suggested.
I obeyed him and put on the mask. The holes in it left room to see and breathe.
"This time, do I please you more?" I asked.
"Yes my dear lady. You are no longer an occidental for me, but now you are transformed into an oriental."
I was satisfied to hear this response. Now it would permit me to behave as I had wanted to since I first laid eyes on the wiry Japanese.
I gripped the sturdy cock and sank it to the bottom of my throat. It almost choked me and I did not mind, for I was the one who was causing my own destruction and joy.
I licked it up and down and slowly put it back into my mouth and swallowed a good part of it. I ran the tip of my tongue over it in order to drink in the small drops of sperm that were gathering there. I even ventured down to his testicles where I inhaled his furry mass. My face was lost between his thighs. Every little particle of the oriental man pleased me.
I could have continued to the bitter end and I was ready to reject my own pleasure for his.
He did not let me continue indefinitely. He lifted my face and dipped his tongue into the opening of the mask. He embraced me patiently and with the utmost of passion. Then he moved away to look me over or rather take a fond look at the mask I was wearing. I must have been a strange sight with that hideous mask and a Japanese silk kimono.
I had rather thought that my disquise as an animal must have excited Kyoto who was discovering in front of him the incarnation of the womanly spirit that could dominate him. I was only half human in his eyes. He looked me over carefully. For several minutes he drank me in. He seemed to study all the aspects of the odd animal before him. He set out to investigate by reaching for my sex. His royal fingers rubbed up my thighs to the ruby lips of my clitoris.
His hand was penetrating my vagina and the other was strolling over the mask. He appeared to be worshipping some strange idol. Who was his goddess and how could I become his cherished one? This is what I wanted to be and have him for myself.
He explored my inner pussy and with the utmost of care he buried three fingers inside me and searched my hungry cunt. I can not describe exactly the sensations that ran through me at the time. He became obsessed with a thunderbolt of vague thoughts and knelt in front of me. His forehead went down to the straw mat three times.
The third time he crept immediately to my pussy and began to suck away at it. Mr. Kyoto did not have a long tongue but it was very soft and tingled me like I have never been tingled before. I am not like that group of women who insist that size is of importance. I much prefer quality and refinement, and if my readers can not understand this then I am afraid that I can never explain this particular question of taste.
Certain maneuvers well-treated that occur at the orifice can satisfy me as much as the deepest of penetrations. His short tongue was precise and masterful. He did not tire himself and never asked for rest.
I hummed a tune of happiness, but I did not want to come in such an incomplete way. Although he was pleasing me properly, I was awaiting the thrust of his cock. I was ready for the main dish. In order to satisfy my grand hunger, I beckoned on the meat dish.
"Come my darling shove it in me. Screw me good. I want you inside, my love," I lured him on.
In order to help him along, I spread out with my entire being like a great bird who was ready for a birdfuck. While I was in this position I could make out that the Geisha was sucking George off and this caused George to grow to tremendous proportions.
Mr. Kyoto reclined himself on top of me and had no difficulty in penetrating for I was wet, ready and ripe. His prick was burning hot and I was wide open. This factor accorded us with the best of circumstances. He pressed me in his arms. His stiff member jumped inside of me.
I had to be content with his slow dong for I had no choice at the time. Perhaps I had been spoiled too much by my previous lovers.
"Go in, my love, right to the end," I cried out.
But Mr. Kyoto could not respond to my wishes and I became irritated.
It became futile and I was forced to push the oriental away and call on George.
"Come quick, you'll have to take me from the rear. If you don't I'll go crazy," I begged.
George answered with rapidity and surprised me with his onrush of brutality. He quickly found my asshole and shoved his good-sized prick into it. Mr. Kyoto saw that the other hole was still available and held fast to his previous commitment. He sunk his rigid yellow penis in my vagina and rocked away as George hugged tightly to my hips.
I was filled with the dicks of two men. The vigorous sex of my writer friend and the troubling cock of the oriental upset my cunt. When George dug in, Kyoto became excited and charged back. Both men produced an exceptional sensation within me and their rhythm was entirely in measure and made for me. I was thrown into an extreme state of voluptuousness.
I was being had by two men at the same time and they were so different that they established a harmony that I could not find perfect.
I was super-excited to the point that I almost threw the two men away from my cataclysmic body which sprung out like a fury of lions. I discharged with power as I had never done before. At the same time the little Mr. Kyoto flooded me with his sperm.
George kept coming on and despite all his efforts he could not come for the second time that night.
I slept on the straw mattress that evening in the presence of Mr. Kyoto and the following morning departed from the exotic home with George arm-inarm.