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~With the Geisha~



One afternoon my boss Hideki came to my desk. “There are some executives here from a firm we’re hoping to get a contract with. Here for a presentation. The session looks like it will go longer than expected. I mentioned that we have a foreigner on staff. They want you to accompany us for some entertainment after the meeting. Stay around, please.”



At the end of the meeting, I was called in and introduced to our honoured guests. Then I joined them, as well as Hideki and the Managing Director as we hit the town. The first stop was a strip club, with girls dancing in cages, wearing tiny bikinis, while the main event was a girl who took off her clothes and exposed her cunt to each man, soliciting a monetary tip. The girls were petite and somewhat pretty but hardly erotic; they all had the glazed look of automatons. At one point, Hideki excused himself and returned a few minutes later, saying to the assembled group, “I have a treat for everyone. Definitely ‘old school’,” he said, with added emphasis on the English term. “Especially for our foreign friend, Gaijin-san.” I was intrigued, naturally. We left the strip club, left the Ginza, and headed down a dark alley, following Hideki.



The geisha of Japan are professional entertainers, who act as hostesses for men of power and prominence. They are trained from the time they are young girls in a variety of delicate arts: dance, singing, music, tea, etc. They are taught how to serve. They have become rare in Japan; they are for the most part remnants of another time. At that time they provided a valuable service to society by providing a relief valve for the relaxation of important men of business and government.



On occasion a geisha may provide certain more personal services. They are not, however, jorou (prostitutes); they extend their private services only to special men in special situations.



It was with great pleasure that I found myself in a traditional chashitsu (teahouse)—the traditional lair of the geisha. We had three servers who made and served tea and played the samishen and sang. I don’t believe any of our distinguished guests had any more experience with geisha than I did; the evening was a great professional success for Hideki-san. One girl who styled herself “Pumpkin” seemed to have a great interest in me. Through the layers of make-up, yards of silk and centuries of ritualistic taciturnity, her excitement and interest in me shown through. After hours of pleasant pampering, the party broke up; the contract seemed assured. I was about to leave with the other when Pumpkin gently tugged my sleeve and pulled me aside.



“There is something I wish to show you,” she said demurely. A small girl with pleasant visage (appreciable even under the garish white make-up), Pumpkin led me down a quiet passage and into a tiny three-mat room. “You speak Japanese very well,” she said, knelling before a small mirror. “I can tell that your interest in my country exceeds that of most gaijin. I thought you might appreciate a more profound experience of the pleasures of the geisha.” I thanked her for this special treatment, and sat quietly as she began to remove her make-up. She continued to speak softly, describing her life and tradition and the place of the geisha in the history of Japanese culture, all the while preparing for bed. She removed her wig, her make-up and began to undress with equal aplomb. Needless to say, I was growing aroused. By the time she finally exposed her delicate breasts, I had a full erection.



Pumpkin explained that she was equally versed in the arts of physical pleasure as well. I explained the effect her lecture was having on me, and she willingly and cheerfully accommodated my situation. Moving across the floor to me, she helped me out of my jacket and tie and bid me lie down. My erection tented my suit trousers. Kneeling over me, Pumpkin lowered her lips to mine and her hand went to my belt and fly, releasing my cock. As she inserted her tongue into my mouth, tiny fingers wrapped around my rod, softly kneading the turgid flesh. She allowed the dressing gown to slip from her shoulders and kissed her way down my chest, undoing a button at a time, gently lick and sucking my skin. I had only to lie there, drowned in the pleasure of total abandonment to her ministrations. I shrugged my shirt from my shoulders and raised myself on my elbows to watch as Pumpkin’s lips parted to accept my cock. With infinite care, she descended the length of my shaft, slowly engulfing me completely, until her nose came to rest in the nest of my pubic hair, the tip of my cock well past her uvula. She was deep-throating me without complaint. I believe I felt my cock grow even longer and stiffer.



Pumpkin possessed great passion as well as poise. As she began to stroke my cock with her lips, I felt her tongue press against the side of my cock, and then almost imperceptibly she wheeled around until I noticed her left leg swing over my head, letting me know this part of the evening was as much for her pleasure as mine. Hovering just above my lips, her cunt glistened with the dew of her aroused lust. A tangled mass of wiry black hair graced her mons, but below that she was smoothly shaved from the cleft that showed her prominent mame, to the soft brown puckered flesh of her anus. Lowering her cunt to my mouth, she continued to slowly stroke me between her lips.



I was not possessed of the same poise and restraint as my hostess. I devoured her cunt with the hunger of a madman. I lapped and nibbled her nether lips and clit ravenously. Pumpkin’s soft stroking stopped and a wave of orgasm washed over her, so powerful she squirted into my mouth. Unable to swallow her lascivious flow, my face was drenched. When she had recovered sufficiently, Pumpkin allowed my cock to plop out of her mouth, and she wheeled around to lick my face clean, at the same time positioning her cunt over my rod.



Then we fucked. She lowered her steaming cunt over my cock, and began to pound away at me with abandon. I matched her thrusts with my hips, driving my cock deeper and harder into her. Over the next half hour, we changed positions many times, and she taught me some new ones that I had never experienced before. I took her standing up from the front, standing up from behind, crouching, lying with me on top, kneeling—every way imaginable and then some. I don’t know where my stamina and restraint came from. Perhaps she had put something in the tea.



I was ready to come. I told Pumpkin and she requested that I hold off a little longer. “I need to pee,” she said matter-of-factly. She crossed the room and withdrew a shallow porcelain bowl from beneath a teak-wood stand and squatted over it. Spreading her labia for my benefit, she let a stream of hot steamy piss pour forth. My cock was like steel and I began to stroke it at the sight of her moist gushing cunt. Pumpkin finished peeing, saw me stroking and came to me again putting her lips around the head of my cock. Then she laid down under me and offered her face and mouth as a receptacle for my come. Shot after shot after shot of hot come erupted from my cock and spilled all across Pumpkin’s face and neck and tits.



To reciprocate her earlier actions, I lowered my lips to her come-drenched flesh, and licked and sucked chalky discharge into my mouth. I brought my lips to hers and we opened our mouths, allowing my come to enter her. She ate hungrily. Then we rested a while, until Pumpkin began to help me dress again. Nude and subservient again, she even tied my shoes.



“I hope you will visit my humble teahouse again, Gaijin-san,” she said sincerely. “I hope again you will honour me with the to opportunity to instruct you in the way of the geisha.”



“That will surely be my pleasure as well,” I replied.

Samantha Day was exhausted as she drove into the shaded driveway of her Southern California home. She had decided to take a half day at the office, something you got to do when you were the boss, and enjoy the sunny Friday afternoon. It was a sweltering ninety degrees but that was exactly how Samantha liked it. All the more reason to get naked.



Walking through her front door she came into her large Spanish style home, stripping off her form fitting business suit with every step. First came her black pinstriped jacket that revealed a good portion of her large cleavage, then the white silk blouse that was almost transparent with sweat. She unzipped the tight pinstripe skirt that fit her shapely ass like a glove and let it fall to the floor.



Standing in only her black designer bra, thong, and hose, she was angry to see that the living room was a mess. Dishes were still out, some of her daughters’ clothes were scattered about, and the furniture was out of order.



Did Maria not come today?



Samantha thought about the timid little Mexican girl she had hired not a month ago to come and clean three times a week. Maria was a scared, quiet, and easily intimidated worker, just the kind that Samantha liked. Samantha liked that Maria worked for pennies on the dollar and had learned to not be uncomfortable when Samantha strutted about the house naked or had sex by the pool with one of her much younger boy-toys, but right now the domineering business woman was considering firing the lazy little bitch.



Samantha sat on the couch and peeled off her hose before messaging her feet a little. Wearing high heels all day hurt like hell but it made her killer ass stand out more, and Samantha relied on her looks as much as her iron will to get ahead in the man’s world of advertising. There wasn’t a man at her firm she couldn’t break like a twig, save for one particular stud, Brock Jackson, the chairman of her firm’s board of directors. He was chiseled from stone, both his mind and his body, and more than once Samantha got wet just by thinking about him. Too bad he had a slutty little twenty something for a new wife, otherwise Samantha was sure she could get her claws in him..



Freeing her giant tits from the restraints of her bra Samantha got up and climbed the stairs to her bedroom, leaving her expensive négligée hanging on the handrail. She intentionally left her things laying about, cleaning up after one’s self was a sign of submission, something for a mousy housewife to do, and Samantha Day was not a fucking housewife. She was a cougar.



Besides, she had two daughters, a son, and that lazy wetback Maria to clean up after her.



She left her sweaty thong in the hallway and entered her room naked save for her diamond earrings, which she carefully replaced to a locked wooden box. Feeling a little horny she grabbed a towel, some sunscreen, a vibrator, and an erotic novel she was working through before heading out to the pool. On the way she saw herself in the mirror and admired the hotness that she still was, even at 45. She never missed a trip to the gym, and some very expensive and discreet surgery had gone into keeping her tits as high and round as they had been in her twenties. She had never breast fed any of her three brats, not if it meant letting her large, perfect fuck-pillows turn into dripping milk-bags. Her skin was tan, mostly because of a spray, but it certainly wasn’t as smooth as it once was, and sunspots had appeared on some parts of her body. She was curvy, thick even, but not fat, and her long brown hair fell to the middle of her back. Her emerald green eyes stood out radically, which she loved. She cut men in half with those eyes.



But as she went around the side of her house to the pool area she heard the familiar sounds of sex in the air. It was close, too close to be one of her neighbors (who were not the type to have sex outside anyway). It was coming from her backyard, right next to the pool.



Could it have been her eldest daughter, Sadie? She actually hoped so. Already 25 and yet Sadie rarely had any boyfriends. She was tall and skinny, pale skin unlike her mother, and she had shorter brown hair that fell to her shoulders and was highlighted blonde. She had medium sized breasts, but she was so skinny they really popped. Samantha had worried her oldest was a lesbian, but there was certainly the sounds of a man grunting coming from the pool.



Was it her youngest daughter, Daisy? No, she was 18 now but much too young to be fucking the way these two obviously were. Daisy was especially cute, with short brown hair and big green eyes she retained the look of a much younger girl, which unfortunately meant that she was as flat as a board. At least Daisy had a boyfriend though, who was an idiot, but at least he was cute, and if what Samantha thought was true he had a good dick. Samantha did not believe for a second that the porno level grunting she was hearing could come from her sweet little Daisy.



Could it be her son, Mark? Ha! That made Samantha want to laugh. Mark was a weak little nerd, no chance he’d ever get some pussy back here.



Then suddenly it occurred to Samantha that it might be Maria. Was that little slut getting fucked by some Mexican stud on Samantha’s property? Did this happen often? Samantha almost never got home this early, for all she knew Maria was having orgies all over her house with all of her gangster amigos.



Well Samantha was going to put an end to that.



Samantha walked right to the pool area carrying her things, not bothering to cover nudity an any way. She was horny and she was pissed. Just as she suspected, there was Maria bouncing up and down on some spic’s lap, moaning like a fucking bitch, her brown tits bouncing up and down like two little basketballs, and her brown hair roughly messed up.



Samantha couldn’t see whatever beaner it was laying in the pool chair fucking his maid, but she was going to call the police on him, as soon as she was down slapping the shit out of Maria.



“You little bitch,” Samantha spoke up, hands resting on her wide naked hips. “Is this what I’m paying you for?”



“Señora Day!” the frightened Maria almost screamed. She hurried to cover her breasts, but the man under her never stopped thrusting his large cock into her dripping cunt, so Maria lost control and started moaning. “I sorry, I sorry, I . . . oh . . . AY PAPI I’M CUMMING!!!”



The stud under the climaxing maid had to hold on to her hips to keep her on. She was bucking up and down like a wild horse was under her, even though her lover barely wasn’t moving much anymore. Finally he lost control of her, or he just gave up, and Maria fell to the ground shaking like a maniac and spraying from her pussy like a water-balloon had popped up her cunt.



Samantha was so shocked (and aroused) by her maid’s amazing orgasm that she didn’t recognize the stud who had just fucked her at first. It was her nephew, Bobby Scagliotti.



“Bobby?” Samantha announced with surprise. “What the fuck are you doing here?” But the only thing she could really focus on was her nephew’s perfect body. She had always known her sister’s son was hunk, but seeing him naked and covered in sweat was an orgasm for the eyes. He was a lean mass of perfect sculpted muscle, his face devilish and handsome, and his black messy hair was just begging to be touched. Most amazing of all was his monster cock. Almost a foot’s worth of pulsing, wet, iron-hard, mind-destroying, pussy-breaking meat stood right below Samantha’s wide blue eyes. He was perfect.



“Oh, hey Aunt Sammy,” he greeted nonchalantly. “Thinking you’d do some nude sunbathing huh? That’s cool.”



Suddenly Samantha was reminded that she was completely naked. She was often naked around her own children, it was part of her dominance, but the idea that this perfect sexual being was studying her, and that he was her nephew, made her blush from head to toe. Her tan may have hid it though. The only tan-line she had was the outline of a tiny thong that rode high up her hips. She left it there on purpose because she thought it was hot. She tried to cover herself for a moment, but gave up when she realized that made her look weak.



“Asshole,” she was angry, but her voice was husky. “I asked what the fuck you are doing here, fucking my maid, naked by my pool? Answers!”



He shrugged like he didn’t give a shit. “Mom is on a month long trip to Jamaica with some rich banker dude she’s been fucking, but knowing her she won’t be there a day before she leaves him for the first big black cock to come her way. Since I was gonna be alone I thought I’d come by and hang with you guys for the rest of summer.”



“So you just moved into my house? Without asking me first?” Samantha was pissed. She hated unannounced guests, even if they were hard studs.



“Sure. I’m a spontaneous kind of guy.” He smiled like he had done nothing inconsiderate at all.



“So what about this shit?” Samantha asked pointing at the passed out Mexican maid. Maria had feinted after her orgasm.



“Oh, Melina?”



“Maria,” Samantha corrected.



“Whatever. Look, I haven’t busted a nut in two weeks, she was here, she was willing, I like spicy food, so I fucked her. What’s the problem with that?”



Samantha couldn’t bring herself to answer. Her body was boiling over with equal parts rage and arousal. And what was he complaining about going two weeks without sex? Was that really a long time for him? Was he that virile?



Before Samantha could come up with something to say Maria started to stir. She got up and blinked in confusion, not remembering where she was. Before she got a chance to remember the back of Samantha’s hand, the hand with a diamond ring on it, struck her in the face with the force of a professional boxer. Maria practically spun through the air before landing painfully on the concrete poolside.



“Stand up you dirty fence-hopping slut! I said stand the fuck up!” Samantha yelled at the terrified girl who was now bleeding from her busted lip.



“Señora Day, I am so sorry, I-”



“Shut the fuck up whore, don’t even pretend you know fucking English. I pay you to clean. Comprende? Not fuck. Clean.”



” Sí, I mean, yes. Yes, I clean.” Maria was crying and trying to cover her sweaty nakedness as the giant bitch stood over her, also naked.



“Good. Now go clean my house before I shove my foot so far up your dirty cunt my knee touches your clit. Go!”



Not even bothering to get dressed Maria complied with her instructions. She ran into the house and started cleaning, never even looking back and the monstrous bitch who seemed ready to kill at a moment’s notice.



“Damn,” Bobby whistled. “I like to talk some shit when I’m horny too, but you take it to another level. You were so scary I almost lost my hard-on.”



To Samantha’s amazement her nephew was in fact sill hard. His eleven inches of thick iron stuck straight up like a flagpole. Something deep inside her body told her to just go over to him and sit on it, but she resisted her animalistic urge. This was her sister’s son after all.



“It’s about dominance. No one will respect you if you don’t have dominance.” That was Samantha’s philosophy of life, and it had worked well so far.



Bobby chuckled. “I bet you got all kinds of whips and chains and shit under your bed. I’ve fucked a few crazy chicks like you. They all act like their in charge, and they wanna be on top, but this,” he said while stroking his sex-hammer, “conquers all.”



To Samantha that sounded like a challenge, and if it had come from any other man she would have fucked him to within an inch of his life, just to show him how weak he was, but she couldn’t do that to Bobby.



“Look,” she changed the subject. “You can stay here for the weekend, but that’s it, then you’re on the first bus home. I’m not putting up another brat for the rest of the summer. And while you’re here no more pussy. This is my house, I’m the only one who fucks here.” Samantha didn’t wait for a response and dove into the water, giving Bobby a very generous view of her round ass as she did so. The water was warm but the sudden shock of it sent shivers through her body, and suddenly she was aware of how absolutely horny she was. She did a few laps hoping that would calm her down, but it didn’t. If anything the smooth water gliding over her swollen mound pushed her further into her sexual daze. She felt like a time bomb ready to explode.



She climbed out of the pool and was amazed that she could actually feel every drop of water dripping of her curvaceous body. Despite this heightened awareness she had never felt so out of it. She use to do drugs, part of her hard-party lifestyle as a young woman, but this was different. It was amazing.



She saw her arrogant nephew watching her. He was just laying there as if there wasn’t anything awkward about his preposterous genitals standing erect, or his aunt’s soaking nudity. She slowly walked over to where he was, her tits and ass jiggling with every step. She took the pool chair next to him and relaxed, letting the hot California sun dry her off. She knew she was hot, she couldn’t help it. Her breasts heaved with every labored breath, and her pussy mound was more swollen than it had been in years, not since she dated the black boxer who had used her cunt like a punching bag. She tried to cross her legs but it hurt, her pussy was just too ripe, so she just laid there with her legs spread like a horny slut.



She felt like she was going to fall asleep when a steady whacking sound got her attention. Her nephew was masturbating right next to her. Even though he could have used both hands on his monster he just slowly stroked it with one, concentrating mostly on his bulbous head.



“Bobby, that’s not appropriate,” Samantha weakly scolded. Her voice was incredible husky.



“C’mon, Aunt Samantha. Gimme a break. I already told you I haven’t busted a nut in two weeks and watching you swim made me feel like my balls are going to pop. It hurts, you know?”



“You just fucked Maria, how are you still hard?” Samantha ignored the part about how she made him horny, although the fact both delighted and frustrated her.



“She came like three times, but she never got me off. I don’t think she’s very experienced.” He was clearly frustrated, almost in pain. “She just got me to the edge, but getting me to bust is the hardest part.”



“Then go take care of yourself inside. There is some lotion in the bathroom.” Samantha couldn’t believe she was giving her nephew instructions on how and where to jerk off.



“That’s not gonna do it. I need some visual stimulation.”



“Mark probably has all kinds of porn on his computer.” Samantha was aware of her son’s pathetic masturbatory addiction. “It’s mostly that Japanese cartoon stuff though.”



“No, I hate that hentai shit. I need a real woman.” He started beating himself so hard that it looked painful, but Samantha could tell her nephew wasn’t getting any closer to the hard-earned release he deserved. She wondered if he had been serious about his testicles hurting. Could he really be in pain? Did his body just produce so much semen that he needed to release it regularly?



“Aunt Samantha, I feel weird asking this, but can you help me out here?”



The implication of his request almost gave Samantha a heart attack. “What?”



“My balls, you know. I’m really backed up here. It’s not good for my health. Can you loosen me up a bit?” He was serious, and his devilish eyes even seemed sincere in their pleading.



“What are you asking me to do exactly?” Samantha’s heart was thumping in her chest, her pussy ready to pop.



Bobby looked into her eyes. His face was more handsome than the devil’s. “I want you to come over here and suck my dick. I want you to massage my balls, and I want you to wrap my cock in your giant tits and pump. Anything, just help me cum.”



Samantha had nothing to say to her nephew’s request. She stood up and walked the three steps to the foot of his chair and knelt down so that her large breasts rested on his the inside of his muscular thighs. She watched a smirk grew ever large on his face, realizing with every moment that his hot aunt was actually going to service his eager cock.



She smirked back and then devoted her attention to the sexual idol pulsing upward from between her breasts. With little hesitation she reached out with both hands and began slowly stroking his impressive shaft. It was so long she really did need both hands, and it was so thick that her thumbs barely touched her fingers. She leaned over just a little to give the tip of his massive tool a sexy little kiss. She barely grazed him with her lips, but it sent a shiver through his muscular body all the same. She giggled. She loved controlling men through their sex-sticks. She was going to enjoy playing with her sister’s perfect son, even if it meant getting a little rough with him.



“If you ever tell anyone about this, especially your mom, I will kill you,” Samantha promised, although it was clear at this point she was ready to do anything and everything to her nephew. Bobby didn’t respond but he laughed a little, excited about the service he was about to receive.



Without anymore thought or worthless talk Samantha got started. Her slow gentle strokes become faster and stronger, eventually she was pumping him like a machine. A lesser cock would have broken under such aggressive pressure, but for Bobby it was merely foreplay. Samantha took a hand away to play with his balls a little. They were both as big as apricots and each were pulsing like little hearts, threatening to pop from the copious liquid within. She squeezed them both pretty hard, expecting Bobby to yelp in pain, but he never did. It seemed his package could take some punishment. That was good to know, Samantha loved torturing boy-balls and punishing them to point of almost popping. Her own son was a little faggot compared to Bobby. Mark couldn’t take a single knee to his pea-sized pebbles without puking.



Samantha went back to pumping him with both hands and finally brought her experienced mouth down to her nephew’s mammoth appendage. This boy was in for a treat, Samantha thought, there was simply no way this young punk had ever gotten a blowjob half as good as the kind she could give. Samantha was an experienced cocksucker, and it had been well known throughout her high school, college, graduate school, and places of work that she could suck a man inside out through his cock. The only time she had ever known a woman to suck better than her was Catalina, her sister, and Bobby’s mother. They had dated a few of the same men and she hated hearing that Cat blew better than she did. Samantha had even seen her sister’s supernatural suck-skills first hand when they had doubled-up on a cute surfer-boy they met one summer. Samantha and Cat had taken turns fucking his brains out, each trying to win him for their self, but as soon as Cat’s sucker-lips went down on that blonde surf-god’s salty cock it was all over. She sucked his soul out, and she owned him after that. Samantha planned to get back at her sister by doing the same to Bobby.



But Samantha’s plan to fuck Bobby into submission was not going smoothly. Despite her mouth being well acquainted with cock she still found herself having trouble taking in her nephew. His head was as big as child’s fist and as hard as rock. Her jaw strained just getting the smelly, wet hammer into her mouth. She didn’t want to go to quickly, so she spent a few minutes just licking his slit and sucking on the head like it was a big piece of candy.



“How does Mexican pussy taste?” he chuckled down at her as she struggled with him/



Shit! In her sexual haze and eagerness to help her nephew Samantha had actually forgotten that he had been fucking Maria just minutes ago. She was aware of it now though, the sweet but fishy smell of wet pussy was soaked into the salty musk of his cock. Samantha thought she should back off and spit out the juices in her mouth, maybe even force Bobby to wash off, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t stop now even if she wanted to. Maria’s cunt tasted pretty could anyway.

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