Adventures in the carnal trade (1)

When I received my first mail from Toru I was naturally suspicious as the proposed scenario seemed too good to be true. I’d been on the site only a few months and although I’d advertised myself as seeking 1-on-ones, I hadn’t ruled out the prospect of a couple, or for that matter a bull/cuckold arrangement. But it seemed kosher on paper: “Ageing rich married guy with much younger GF seeks services of a well endowed Western guy to keep her happy while I watch and film”.


Apparently I was to meet them in a top-end Tokyo hotel, where I was to be wined and dined to get acquainted, followed by a discreet retreat to their room for a few hours. Although I was moderately confident, I’d never had an audience before, so had no idea how I’d react/perform in that situation. But the prospect of getting intimate with the beautiful woman whose photos I’d received convinced me that it was at least worth showing up for :-)


Toru was obviously well heeled, and Yasuko (as I’ll call her) was obviously also well educated and sophisticated. Her English was excellent and although I can speak Japanese reasonably well, it was obvious that she got a kick out of conversing with me in my own native tongue. So very soon, over wine, I found myself drifting into her conversation as Toru looked on, and was obviously enjoying the instant rapport we had developed. As the evening wore on, I became increasingly enchanted with this superbly attractive, tiny jewel of a woman, who seemed to already acknowledge what was coming, and who (reassuringly) seemed to be hanging on my every word. Lucky me.


Toru handled the dinner cheque and we headed upstairs together in the lift. As a bluff northern Brit, I don’t mind confessing I felt a bit out of my depth: like a cloth-capped Alice heading down a rabbit hole that promised either carnal bliss or profound embarrassment. But once into the bedroom, things seemed to take their natural course. Yasuko and myself were just left to our own devices, while Toru sat on the sofa in the corner with his camera.


By this stage I was aching with lust, and to my surprise, Toru simply faded out of my radar. Once Yasuko and myself had slipped into our carnal bubble, everything outside became distant. I was surprised and thrilled at the extent to which Yasuko opened herself to me. She kissed me deeply and passionately with a lot of tongue work, and began to moan with lust. She was very tiny with only “bee-sting” breasts and nipples, but had a superb thatch of thick black pubic hair that seemed to act as a mating signal to me. My right middle finger soon told me that she was overflowing, so I lifted her thighs apart with my arms and slowly sunk my engorged shaft into her glistening pussy. At that moment her whole body convulsed and she let out a shrill moan that I’ll never forget.


As I continued to stare into her deep black eyes, I gave her deep multiple-inch strokes – sometimes savage and sometimes gentle – while the pitch of her voice increased and gradually reached a crescendo. She did not hold back. Obviously, she wanted me to know the depth of her pleasure. I marvelled at the extent to which her pussy had adapted in response to my girth: as I slid in and out with each velvet glide, her lips seemed to cling to my cock and dilate obscenely. Her legs wrapped around my arse urgently and violently while I continued to pound her, and her nails dug into my shoulders as we both launched ourselves towards the climax.


Just as I felt my balls starting to contract, and that feeling of profound pleasure began to flower deep in my abdomen, Toru called out “cum inside her!” By then no other outcome was possible: I felt a profound sense of release as I pumped a huge amount of warm spunk into the depths of Yasuko’s cervix. Her body convulsed in response…… we kissed deeply and stayed conjoined for 5 mins or so while Toru looked on. Finally we slumped apart, my flaccid cock leaving a slug trail of fluid over her pubes. At that point, one of those “off the wall” moments occurred: Toru walked over to where we were lying, bent down, and sucked what was left of my semen out of Yasuko’s overflowing pussy. It’s not not what I would have done, but I was glad he was happy.


For two years thereafter, the three of us met about once every couple of months under similar circumstances, and Toru also gave his blessing to me and Yasuko meeting without him every now and then, as long as we kept nothing secret and gave him a full report. And who was I to object to these conditions?? 🙂 As is the case with such arrangements, the “bull” is just a third party, so I suppose I was ready for the liaison to end at some point, and indeed it did. So after a couple of years, I never saw Yasuko again. However, she had always left an indelible memory with me, and I still have her photos. I’ve no idea what became of her life, and I always wish I could have met her again. As for Toru…………… our dealings were not yet over. But that’s a separate story ;-)

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