"That's right, Sunny, lick it slow... lick it sweet... ooooooh, baby, that's just the way I like it."
Sunny was Sunyo Kobayashi, Billy Jones' Japanese chick, the one he'd been living with in Tokyo for the past seven months, after he'd taken his discharge from the Army and decided to stick around Japan for a while just to "check out what's happening, baby."
"All the way, Sunny, get that sweet loving tongue of yours all the way up my Number One."
Number One; that was what Billy called his cock, his pet name for his favorite pastime. It was a long,, strong piece of equipment, as black as Billy's ebony-shaded skin. But it was not so much its length as its width that pleased the girls so much; once he got it inside a chick's cunt, he could expand it like blowing up a balloon, letting it squeeze like a shoehorn against the woman's juicy, wet membranes, its elongated tip tough as a child's fist and just as probing.
Sunny was licking sake from his cock.
They were in her apartment, where he'd lived with her practically since that first night he'd met her as a hostess in the Golden Goose, one of Tokyo's top hostess nightclubs. It had been sex at first sight; in fact, at the first sight of his Number One, that's what he had been with her.
He was sitting on the tatami mats, a thin patina of perspiration glistening from his sensuously dark skin, his legs folded underneath him in a semi-lotus position, his muscular arms folded across his massive chest like a benevolent Buddha, while Sunny's tongue caressed his cock, gently touching the tip and slowly, carefully moving along the head, slurping slightly over the foreskin, until she was finally enmeshing her darting tongue with his thick, curly pubic hairs right at the base.
She tasted the thrilling mixture of sake, the sweet Japanese rice wine, combined with the perspiration dripping onto his prick.
Not that Billy was sweating all that much, he was just getting ready for a fine fuck, just getting to feeling good, as he listened to the Japanese koto music in the background, wishing it was more swinging like Sonny Rollins' powerful tenor or Isaac Hayes' soulful vocalizing. Still, it was all right; it was turning Sunny on, and that counted for something, too.
As she licked his dick, she could feel it stiffening even more, and it was pretty straight ahead already. She murmured deep in her delicate throat, as she felt his instrument responding to her gentle but persistent tonguing. Soon, she thought, I will be giving my Billy-san all the loving he can handle, and then his Number One will fill me to overflowing like a waterfall.
She felt her breasts shudder, her nipples, like a child's fingers, elongating and erecting with each movement of her tongue. Her delicate brown skin- not so much yellow, despite her being Oriental; more like the color of cinnamon toast-was beginning to tingle, and she was starting to perspire ever so slightly. She sighed again; her pussy membranes were becoming warm and wet, and her clitoris was beginning to twitch like a traffic signal, signaling that it was almost time to "Go."
Billy grinned, looking down at her, liking what he saw.
She was taller than most Japanese girls, about five-three, and not much more than a hundred pounds. But, she had long, tapered legs that had studied much Western ballet and Japanese dance, and a tender little torso that blossomed into ripe, full breasts that seemed just a shade larger than one would expect to find on a petite Oriental, so large in comparison to her slender frame that they almost seemed as if transplanted from some other donor. Above them, her thick, pouting lips and small nose was contrasted with large, luminous eyes that looked like the color of chestnut, set deep into her delicate, classic face. Her rich black hair, blacker than night itself, swirled like silken strands, some falling about halfway to her waist, and some dangling over her shoulders and whisking around her breasts like silken fingers.
Moving her tongue in reverse, she returned to the tip of his prick, and, carefully placing her fingers around his foreskin, she placed the tip inside her mouth, and began to make soft sucking sounds in her throat. He felt the gentle pressure of her lips, and his Number One shuddered slightly, feeling it coming closer to the ultimate moment of orgasm. But, not too soon; there was time to wait. In Japan- and especially with a Japanese girl-it made no sense rushing things. The Japanese were great at prolonging the ecstasy, thus making the sexual act that much more satisfying, the entire trip that much more enjoyable.
Then she released his cock and looked up, her huge eyes swallowing him in their gaze as she said, in her high-pitched Oriental tones, "Billy-san, are you ready to fuckee-fuckee now?"
That was the term he'd taught her on the first night. She had sounded so cute and desirable, saying the words, as if it was her first English lesson, that he had made it their private joke, their special password. When he wanted her, all he had to do was say, "Fuckee-fuckee" and she'd be on him in a flash.
"Almost, Sunny baby," he said, his rich, biting baritone constrasting with her childish soprano like the saxophones of John Coltrane and Harry Carney. "First, I want to taste some tits, you dig?"
She dug.
She reached for the sake bottle, picking it up and pouring the clear, warm liquid over her breasts, as if she was taking a sake shower. Then, she began to rise, unfolding her soft, supple body like the uncoiling of a snake. Only, Billy was going to do whatever biting was required.
Finally, she was nearly standing erect, so her sake-sprayed breasts were but inches from Billy's mouth.
Billy grinned, and licked his lips.
The difference in their heights was roughly the length of his Number One, for Billy was about five-eleven, but built like a triangle, great sloping shoulders tapering down into slim, flat waist. He was in tough fighting trim at about 160 pounds, and his arms and legs were long and muscled from years of wrestling and boxing, among other nonspectator sports. He blinked his piercing, mocking brown eyes, sniffing his flat, once-broken nose as he picked up on the aroma of the sake. Again, he passed his tongue over his grinning, sensuous lips, and noticed that Sunny was now looking down on him, admiration brimming from her eyes. He dug that; he knew she liked the cut of his Afro, not too long, only two or three inches of bush-curly hair growing from his skull, but with slashing, slanting sideburns curving almost to his V-shaped mustache, yet still leaving an inch or so of skin between the two. That was the hip way of wearing one's hair, and Billy was one of the hippest dudes he knew. Superhip, he sometimes called himself, and not without reason.
She moved closer, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her long fingernails scratched at his skin, and he felt his balls pressing hard against the confines of his scrotum. Her touch was so gentle, she was making him get hotter than most girls who were always grabbing and scuffling. There was much to be said for subtlety, he thought.
Her left breast was now just a fraction of an inch from his lips, and she moved it tantalizingly toward him, her body arching like a question mark.
His tongue snaked out and made contact.
The sake was still warm, and it and her tit gave his tongue a thrill as he tasted her firm young nipple. Young was right; she was barely out of her teens, and he was a good ten years older. Still, he sometimes wished she was just a bit older in years, despite her experience being almost on a par with any other girl he'd known almost twice her age. You cant buy maturity, he thought, it's like aging good Scotch, it has to grow on you.
Still.. .
She shuddered happily at the touch of his tongue, and he could feel her skin contracting and, even above the koto music, hear her breathing change tempo. He licked away at her nipple, moving his tongue along the symmetrical lines of her left breast, feeling his cock shuddering as if its action couldn't be contained much longer.
Wait, he mentally ordered Number One, wait until I tell you to swing, mother...... .I'm in charge here...... .
He finished tonguing her tit, moved his mouth into position, opened those sweet lips of his and chomped on down, his teeth just barely grazing her skin. She shivered at the touch of his teeth, and her fingers gripped harder on his shoulders, as he began to suck her tit, drawing more than half of her lovely breast inside his mouth.
She started humming softly, some Japanese folk song, he guessed.
He finished sucking, and swung his mouth around to her right breast. This time, he rubbed his nose against her nipple, tickling her, and she giggled for a few seconds, until his tongue made connection. She could feel her juices churning pretty good inside her cunt now, and it was as if his nose was rubbing her clit rather than her tit; she was really getting turned on. She hoped she could hold off until that magic moment when his Number One was nestling nicely inside her small, taut cunt, and her membranes were squeezing the juice out of it. Joy juice; both his and hers.
Now he was both licking and sucking her breast as his lips had worked it inside his mouth.
Instinctively, she moved closer, her smoothly rounded hips swiveling like ball bearings as she thrust her crotch against his chest. He chuckled when he felt her clit rubbing against his chest, entangling itself in his chest hairs. She was a subtle one, full of more tricks than a Harlem numbers runner. He felt her clit probing against his skin like a knife, and she felt those stabbing thrills shooting into her as if she'd plugged her clitoris into an electric socket.
Abruptly-or so it seemed-he stopped sucking her breast, withdrew his mouth and pulled his head back a few inches. He looked up into her soft, shining eyes, winked at her, and said, "It's time, Sunny, we can't wait any longer. Time to fuckee-fuckee, you dig?"
She giggled again, and, backing slightly away, she did a sort of split, spreading her legs and sliding her body down to the tatami mats as if she was doing a little acrobatic dance especially for him. Then, squatting on her butt, she moved her body toward him, her sweet little slit opening like the petals of a flower awaiting the sting of the passing bee. He felt her thighs touching his... then her pussy pressing hard against his Number One....
And then.. .
He could feel her arms around his waist and her cunt coming around his cock.
Inch by inch, she was pulling him inside her moist membranes, his cock moving steadily along like a snake slithering into a warm, wet place. Though she had an incredibly tight cunt, it was still unusually elastic, for it could stretch to accommodate him as if made of rubber.
Within seconds, he could feel that he was indeed all the way in.
For the first time in that particular position, he unclasped his arms and placed his hands on her shoulders. One hand began to rub the nape of her neck, the other to clutch her glistening black hair and pull it slightly backward, so her head was bending upward toward him and her eyes were meeting his. A little demonstration of male power, of who's in charge-that was all.
His back, his legs, both felt slightly stiff, from remaining in that position all this time. Still, it was a good, disciplined position, and Sunny really liked to do it this way, so he didn't mind going along, as long as he got his kicks, too, with his Number One.
He could really hear her singing now, her pussy membranes clutching at his cock. Her juices were flowing freely, and he could feel the spasms of her pussy pressing at his crotch. He leaned slightly forward, and began to move his prick around, touching every square inch of her pussy membranes that he could. He was beginning to sweat a bit more, and his balls were now so charged up for action he could almost hear them screaming in his ears, "What the fuck are you waiting for, man, sock it to her!"
Not yet, though.
Her breasts were pressing against his chest, those firm nipples needling his skin. She felt his Number One coiling and uncoiling inside her, and she started coming. Her orgasm increased in intensity, and her hands began to rub against his back, her fingernails starting to dig into his flesh. Not to draw blood, but just to hold him firmly. She was kissing him on the chest, her teeth giving him delicate love bites while he drove and drove harder and faster inside her, feeling the great gushing response of her orgasm increasing in intensity as his cock swelled and grew, stiffer and stronger.
She was into another orgasmic phase now, and her fingernails were digging deeper, her teeth biting harder. He yanked her head back a bit, not roughly, but sufficiently enough to let her know enough was enough. If she had teeth in her pussy, he thought, she'd have chomped my Number One off an hour ago.
like a waterfall, she was coming in a steady, spurting stream, her pussy juice pouring into his crotch, her murmuring cries sounding more like a cat's yowling as he built up her responses, turned her on, almost to the breaking point. She wanted him to come with her... now!..... .
But, he waited, straining to make it during that magic moment when she would come to the crest of an orgasmic high, and then he would blast off and let her know what fantastic fucking was all about.
Finally, that time came.
And.. .
So did he.
He caught her a few seconds after the crest, when he could feel all her emotions-all subtlety, all low-keyed loving-blazing like a firestorm. He fired off his rounds with a staccato burst as from a tommy gun, one quick ejaculation after another, each one hitting her with the impact of a dum-dum bullet. He could feel her flesh quiver, her body shiver as his passion-and his sperm-poured into her through the pulsating medium of his Number One.
Her orgasmic convulsions kept increasing as he stabbed and jabbed her, his breath coming out in a great gush of release. He wouldn't allow himself to start going limp until he had made her come countless times, her tiny body gripping him solidly, as if he was a rock and she was being washed out to sea by a tropical storm.
She was still shuddering, still coming, as he eased off the pressure, relaxing second by second. His balls and his back hurt-he was still squatting in position, though a bit bent in her direction now- but, judging by the all-admiring passion in her baby brown eyes, and the total surrender of her cunt and everything attached to it, it had been worth it.
As he slowly started to pull out, he could feel her tongue tickling his eardrum, as she verbalized for him her ultimate compliment.
"Utsukushii," she murmured.
Which, translated into English, comes out as: "Beautiful."
CHAPTER TWO
It was one of those warm spring days in Tokyo, when the pollution index was down and the sun was shining brightly-for Tokyo is, in fact, more toxic in its atmosphere these industrial days than even Newark, New Jersey-so that driving around Akasaka in Sunny's Datsun was a very pleasant way to kill some time in the late afternoon.
That, Billy was doing.
He had just dropped Sunny off at work-she had a special party to attend to, thus the early starting hour-and was noticing yet another luxury hotel being erected in the district, its girders pointing skyward like so many erect penises, and an army of Japanese workmen scurrying around its premises like so many busy ants. It was a very plush, very chic district that rivaled, and some claimed surpassed, the Ginza as a shopping and entertainment area. Many corporations had their main offices here; so, also did many embassies, and the American was among the latter.
Billy pulled the car into a convenient parking lot near the American Embassy, and found a spot. He got out, locked the car, and entered the building where the Embassy was housed.
It was that time of year; as an alien, he had certain forms to fill out, certain declarations to make, to ensure that he wouldn't get deported back to good old New York any faster than he wanted to move himself. The previous week, he hadn't been able to get all his things together, and now he had to return to fill out yet another silly form.
"Jive," he said aloud, lighting up a long, mellow-cured Japanese cigar. "Just whitey's dumbass ways, all these dumbass papers to fill out. Makes no difference what I write, it's what I do that counts, anyway. I'd confess to two dozen murders if I had to, just to stick around and dig these crazy cherry blossoms, anyway."
Billy liked Japan, and he dug Tokyo. He was making contacts, living free and easy (from Sunny's money, it must be said), and sometimes he'd score some pot or pussy that just happened to come his way. Plenty of time to get his thing together, when he really decided to go after that heavy bread he'd been thinking about for years. In the meantime...
"Well... good afternoon, Mister Jones."
He was at the Embassy reception desk, and the girl behind said desk was giving him the careful eyeful, almost winking at him. Maybe his wide-lapel, bush-style jacket, his wine-dark pants with this giant bells cascading over his black pointed shoes, and his white turtleneck shirt had something to do with her apparent friendliness. Her voice was like a low whistle, the bottom register of a flute.
"You remember me?" he said, noncommittally, wondering whether she wasn't trying to cause some land of bureaucratic hassle with him.
"How could I ever forget the way you waved that cigar in my face last week? I thought you were going to put out my eyes, and then I'd have to go on pension."
He glanced around, noticing he was the only guy in the place. Then, his eyes-and cigar, now extended in his right hand-turned toward the girl again.
Yes... he was beginning to recall. Something about him getting just a bit agitated, soap boxing a brief speech about how no Japanese had ever called him "nigger." Not really an argument or a "Fuck off, Whitey" kind of pitch, just a minor irritation, caused by something some white dude had mouthed off that had made him speak his piece. And, apparently gesticulating with his cigar at that time, he did vaguely remember getting this white chick uptight.
White?
He wondered about that. She was rather dark-skinned, almost a dark olive; yet, her hair was straight and black, worn down to her shoulders and curled forward around her neck. She wore granny glasses, and he thought he could spot just the merest trace of crow's-feet by her reflective light-brown eyes; yet, she sure didn't look over thirty to him, though it was obvious she was several years older than Sunny. Her face was a symmetrical oval, and her high cheekbones and mocking lips seemed to indicate both class and intelligence. What the hell, he thought, she's probably Jewish, or maybe even of Arabian descent.. . anyway, she seems to dig me, she's sure coming on that way...... .just another white cunt who thinks black cock is the worlds best bargain...... .
Still, he kind of dug her sense of humor; her comedy, it could be said, was of the black variety.
After he'd broken her up with a comment about his cigar being "a baton, baby, I'm really a frustrated bandleader," she'd given him the new form, and explained what the Embassy wanted. By the time he'd filled it out and returned it to her, a glance at his watch showed him it was almost five, and they were still the only two people in the outer office. When she smiled up at him from above her glasses, he'd spotted her running her tongue along the right side of her mouth, like a cat licking cream off its lips.
He could feel a slight tremor in his shorts.
It was going to be a long night without Sunny; she wouldn't be off work until at least one a.m.
On the spur of the moment, he casually said, "I know a coffee house where they've got some soul music on the box. Do you dig coming along... like, right now?"
She opened her mouth, her tongue suspended between her teeth, and after rolling her eyes around a few times, as if calculating the probable costs of such an encounter, nodded and said, "All right, you're on."
He laughed; if she'd said "Right on" instead, he would have walked right out, feeling that she was patronizing him.
She added, "Wait a minute, while I tell my boss I'm taking off."
She got up like a model being called for the camera -poised with posture. He was surprised to notice how tall she was; her eyes were almost level with his mouth. She disappeared into another office, then came back in less than a minute, her ass twitching slyly in her white pants suit, and he saw that her legs were long and limber, her breasts almost too large for her slender torso. Not that he minded that; he didn't even mind helping her on with her coat, even when she "accidentally" brushed his crotch with her fingertips. It made his erecting cock tremble slightly. Then he did the same to her; that is, as he helped her on with her coat, his hand flicked out, not one breast, but both in one straight-ahead motion.
"Tit for tat," she said, and rubbed her haunches against his for just a few seconds.
He had to laugh; she was a cool chick, cooler than he'd guessed. She must have been taking her birth control pills in hope that he'd return for that fucking form; no other way.
The coffee house was just a few blocks away, so he walked her there, and they got a booth in a far corner. It was a casual place, dark, with just bare wooden furniture but with records albums of artists like Aretha Franklin and Ray Charles plastered all over the walls. Curtis Mayfield was crooning a blues when they walked in.
In Japan, coffee houses often dispense booze, and this place, called Soul City, was no exception. They both ordered Suntory, a Japanese type of Scotch that, while nothing to compare with Cutty Sark, was still quite satisfactory for local liquor.
She told him she was from Detroit, had been working for the Embassy for about two years, and while she enjoyed living in Japan she rather missed the Motor City sounds. She even knew Chuck Berry, she claimed, and had been introduced to Booker T. on a couple of occasions.
He thought, white chick trying to play hip with me... maybe I'll sock her something to play hip with later on... then just walk out on her... a good fucking lesson for her.. .
He nodded, smiled, and sipped his Suntory.
Then...
He almost dropped his glass.
This crazy, white chick had slipped her glass below the table, unzipped his fly, and touched a stillcold ice cube to the tip of his cock before he knew what was happening.
But, Billy was still one cool dude; he just coughed a couple of times, took a good puff on his cigar, and, while he swiftly snaked his hand beneath the table and grabbed the glass away from her, he blew some thick clouds of smoke right into her face, just to show her what was what.
She didn't even flinch; she didn't even cough. She just blinked her eyes a few times, then murmured, her voice slightly slurred, as if the three Sun-torys she'd downed-the fourth was the one she'd coldcocked him with-had made her slightly drunk, "I'm sorry, Billy, I didn't mean to play dumb games with you..."
"Then why did you?" he cut in.
She gulped, then said, "You turned me on."
"I did?" He mocked her, his lips curling into a sneer. "Maybe it was my cigar that turned you on instead. Or maybe all these Suntorys you've been socking away." He paused, laughing sardonically, then muttered, "Or maybe you just want some dark meat for a change, instead of all these slant-eyed young studs you must be banging after hours, huh?"
She stared at him coldly for a few seconds. Then, she lowered her head, reached into her purse for a handkerchief, and starting sobbing softly.
Shee-it, he thought, now she's doing her misunderstood civil rights liberal number...... .I ought to just get up and walk right out on her...... .
Still...
She was a good-looking chick, and he still didn't have anything better to do all that long evening. Why not call her bluff?
He reached over, touching her hair with his hands, feeling the sheen of her strands. He sort of rubbed her just above the left ear. When she glanced up, he said, very softly but with serious intent, "Let's go."
"Where... where do you want to go?'
Certainly not Sunny s pad, he thought. He said, "To your place. If I turn you on... then I want to turn you over."
She smiled, and licked her lips again. She said, "All right." Then, she added, "Billy... I'm sorry about what I did. Will you... will you forgive me?"
He patted her head, and said, "If you treat me sweet, baby, then all is forgiven." He folded his hands, bowed toward her like a preacher getting ready to lay down a swinging gospel phrase for the good folks, and added, "A-men."
She lived about a half mile away, in Roppongi, a district just adjacent to Akasaka, in a new, high-rise apartment building with a doorman in attendance, who said not a word as the couple got in the elevator and ascended to her apartment. She unlocked the door, flicked on the light, and as they entered, he noticed the Danish furniture and the abstract paintings and the built-in bar and stereo set in the far corner. The only things Japanese were the tatami mats on the floor and some hand-painted scrolls on the walls.
She pulled out a bottle of Bell's and slipped him some real Scotch, which he sipped and nodded his head in approval.
While she put some B. B. King on the stereo, he slipped off his coat and kicked off his shoes, sprawling his long frame over the sofa. If she wanted to sit with him, she'd have to sit on top of him. He sipped more Scotch, and she returned, sitting down right by his feet. When he noticed that she kept glancing from his face to his feet, and back again, he said, "What's the matter, got a foot fetish?"
She said, glancing through her glasses, "Why don't you call me by my name, for a change?"
"I would, if you'd bother to tell me, baby."
"I'm sorry, I thought I had."
She told him it was Miriam Henderson.
Maid Miriam, he thought, I'm gonna put you to the test....
"Pull off my left sock, will you, Miriam?"
She stared at him; her eyes, though slightly off focus from the liquor, were still bright enough so that he knew she understood what he had said.
Then, without a word, she pulled off his sock.
And, splashed some of her own Scotch on his big toe.
So that she could swing her head on top of that toe and touch her tongue to it.
He grinned; she'd practically read his mind.
He could feel his Number One getting a little excited as she started to lick at his toe, her tongue sliding over his skin very slowly, to be followed by her lips, sucking and masticating at his toe. She was holding on to his ankles with her hands, and she was rubbing at his skin as if washing a child. Great gulping sounds came from her throat as she sucked, and she could feel her own cunt becoming stimulated from her exertions; her own juices began to stir, and she felt that familiar tingle on the surface of her skin.
Billy thought, far out, this crazy chick, really far out... what'll she suck next, my shoulder blades....
She finished.
She stopped sucking his big toe, and raised her head so their eyes met. She was really looking stoned, and not just on the Scotch, either.
"Take off your clothes and make yourself comfortable," Billy said, handing her a glass of Scotch, then refilling his own glass with the amber liquid.
She tossed off the stuff in one gulp, and, placing the glass on the coffee table, slowly started stripping.
Her jacket came off first, followed by her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and Billy could see that her breasts were indeed queen-size, close to 38C, protruding firm and eager like a pair of Buick bumper guards. Their nipples were quite erectile, and they pointed at him like accusing fingers.
Just for kicks, he unzipped his pants, and let Number One pop out in its steadily erecting glory. Her eyes focused on his cock like a camera, and she started to move toward him, unzipping her pants as she came, so that, by the time she was close to him, all she was wearing was a pair of hot pink pantyhose, giving her skin from the waist down a warm, erotic shading.
"Off with those while you're at it," he said, pointing at the pantyhose.
With her eyes still staring at his Number One, she Ad as he said, while he climbed out of his pants and shorts. Then, as he stripped off his turtleneck shirt, he got an idea that he figured should really ten this crazy honky chick on past the point of no return.
The bottle of Scotch, about half full, was lying on the coffee table next to the sofa. He picked it up, motioned for her to sit on the sofa by his head-he was now sitting upright-and told her to suck on (or off) the bottle itself, giving her the bottle to hold in one hand while placing her other hand on his prick.
She smiled, almost stupidly, as she started to make those strange sucking sounds at the Scotch bottle, sucking the alcoholic liquid down her devouring throat. He felt her hand clutching at his cock, her fingers massaging his foreskin and her thumb fondling his tip. He could feel his balls growing bigger, and his Number One erecting at a fine, sensual pace, as her fingers did some walking on his prick and her mouth continued to talk with the bottle of Scotch.
As for Billy-well, while she was doing those things, he just adjusted his frame and moved his head and shoulders so that his mouth was adjacent to her pussy. He sniffed; he detected the faint aroma of French perfume, intermixed with a touch of perspiration and the penetrating fragrance of her pussy juice.
He noticed that she had shaved her pudendum smooth. Perhaps the better to show off her clitoris, large as a child's finger, now waving wildly as if trying to attract his attention. He noticed her vaginal orifice was quite large, like a knife slash, and some of her juice was leaking out, staining the sofa.
Nuzzling her clit with his nose, he licked at her cunt.
He felt her shudder in ecstasy as his tongue connected, slipping effortlessly inside, along her juice membranes. He could feel those membranes really start to move, clutching at his tongue as if wanting to shake hands with it. He could also feel her clit twitching and vibrating, sending its sexual signals coursing like electricity throughout her shuddering body.
Making some sucking sounds himself, similar to the ones she was still coaxing from the bottle, he reached a hand toward her torso, searching for her tits. He got his hand on one-he couldn't tell from his position which one-and began to tweak her erectile nipple with his thumb, as his fingers moved around the soft flesh of her breast, feeling and fondling, noticing the instantaneous response she was giving him.
Her pussy was really palpitating now, as his tongue was making his version of the French connection, reaming her cunt, while his mouth was sucking down that delicious pussy juice. He gulped several more times, feeling her body really responding to his lips and tongue; then, with one final, pungent sucking movement, he pulled his mouth away from her pussy, let go of her throbbing breast, and withdrew the Scotch bottle from her still-sucking mouth.
"It's time, Miriam," he said softly, looking her straight in the eyes and winking slyly.
She mumbled something; she was really out of it.
"Time for the big show, the main course, the final act," he added, as he flattened himself, back first, on the sofa, feeling the expensive fabric against his skin. His prick was pointing straight upward, like a long black pole, and he smiled as he said, "Come on down and join me, baby... slide me and ride me, you dig?"
Slowly, carefully, she climbed onto the sofa with him. She crawled along his body on her knees, until she was straddling his crotch, her torso sticking as straight up as his penis. She rubbed her clit against the tip of his cock, and he could see the vibrations begin, as if he was some kind of electric exercising machine, and she was getting ready to plug into his socket.
Down came her cunt.
Down, inch by inch, her lips spreading open slowly, her membranes stretching out to accommodate his completely stiff cock. She could feel him entering her, probing and prodding her, so she sighed and gulped, her mouth making strange sucking motions by itself. He could feel the lovely liquidity of her pussy, its warmth and velvety smoothness closing about him as she came closer... ever closer....
Then...
She was all the way on, he was all the way in, and her tremendous tits were pressing against his chest, trying to make concave cavities. Her face was flush with his, and he could feel her tongue slipping into his ear and licking, reaming away. She started to raise and lower her body, up and down, in rhythmic, sensual motions; that was fine with him, he'd let her do all the work, and just He back and enjoy the action.
Perspiring, she humped and pumped away, and her fingers rubbed against his shoulder muscles, scraping at his flesh. He had his arms around her shoulders, and he was doing things to her sacroiliac that would have surprised even a masseur. His cock was digging into her cunt, and her membranes were responding orgasmically, as she started coming like an erupting volcano, all fire and liquid and explosive movement.
Billy thought, she's not a bad fuck so far... not bad at all... her cunt's a lot tighter than I expected, too... maybe this bitch might make a good spare tire... good for a fast fuck when Sun-ny's not available... provided I handle her cool... can't let her fuck me up at the Embassy... got to handle this honky chick with the master's
It was nice, though, just lying back, taking things easy, letting her sweat and strain. When his Number One was good and ready, then he'd pound her steady, really give it to her and make her scream for seconds.
Her orgasms were becoming more intense, and closer together; her tongue was really ripping up his ear, and her fingers were clutching at his curly hair. She was really holding on tight, giving him one wild ride, all screaming and squirming female flesh, demanding satisfaction, shouting for action.
And, when the magic moment arrived, a brief second of relaxation between spasms, his Number One was ready.
like a boxer letting loose that blasting, jolting stream of sperm he'd prepared especially for her. He ripped into her so hard he almost knocked her loose, as his cock kept on coming and coming, meeting her orgasmic thrusts and overcoming them, driving hard inside her pussy membranes and making her gasp, first with surprise and then with pleasure.
Then, he noticed something strange.
As his sperm slowed down, as his Number One began to retract its landing gear, he discovered that, far from relaxing and cooling it, she was heating up, her intensity increasing, not decreasing. Her chattering cunt lips were still telling that same old story; apparently, she wasn't satisfied with one time, she wanted a repeat performance, for her membranes were clutching at his softening cock, desperately trying to stimulate it into full erection again.
He chuckled out loud, as he felt her desperation, her desire. Well, what the hell? He had all night, didn't he? All night long.
CHAPTER THREE
"Billy-son, you hold still now, let me soap you down first, please."
Sunny and Billy were taking a Japanese bath together. It was not exactly a private bath; that is, it was not part of Sunny's apartment, but a separate area just down the hall. However, at 2:00, they were hardly-likely to be bothered by other tenants standing in line. No; no way.
Now, the first thing you do when you bathe Japanese style is to take a shower. Wash off the dust and dirt before you plunge into the tub itself; that's the way it's done in Japan, and it makes sense, because when you finally plunge into that tub, you're clean, and you can sit and soak to your heart's content.
Or your cock-and-cunt's content.
For, as the cool spray of the shower was splashing at their bodies, Billy and Sunny were making out while standing up. However, since Sunny was so much shorter than himself, Billy had her braced against one wall, in a classic "up against the wall, mother" position, his cock jammed inside her cunt, her breasts crushing the top of his chest, and her hot little hands playing Japanese melodies on the , bones of his back.
"Soap all you want, Sunny, but Number One's got the final say on things around here, you dig?"
She definitely was digging his cock which was digging ever deeper into her cunt. Her pussy membranes twitched, not involuntarily but naturally, and her juices began flowing faster than the soapsuds she was applying to Billy's back, the white foaming suds looking like bleach against his black skin.
He gave her a couple of quick love bites on her earlobes, and she responded by thrusting her haunches right against his, her clit nuzzing his belly-button as if finding a safe and secure resting place there. She could feel those electric charges coursing through her delicate body. She sighed, started humming a folk song, and let her pussy juice pour loose, grooving on her big black buck, as he knew she would-as always.
The water plastered their hair to their skins, giving them a soothing, sensual feeling, as he felt his balls buckling inside their skin-tight confines. His cock was throbbing as mightily as her clit, but he was careful to hold her gently, and not to slam her against the wall. He, thought very highly of his little Oriental dessert, and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed the fun as much as himself.
She was giggling now, feeling the water against her skin and his Number One inside her centerpiece. Her entire body was vibrating with the rhythms of sex, and he was jabbing her gently, waiting for the proper moment to let loose his juice, to really hoist her up on his spear as his favorite piece of meat- medium-rare, as light brown as cinammon toast.
Her orgasms were increasing in intensity now, and he couldn't hold off much longer. She was almost where he wanted her... the strain was turning into pain... he had to come... he couldn't wait... longer... no way.... He came.
He got her just at the start of another orgasm, and she caught his cock as it exploded, burst after burst. She turned on her own sexual energy, her membranes clutching at his Number One, her body rubbing harder against his, as if she wanted to climb inside him and stay there for the rest of her life. Her hands, her fingers did things a concert pianist wouldn't have been able to duplicate, and he felt like shouting for joy.
He kept on humping and pumping her until he could feel his Number One running out of ammunition. He kissed her, ears and forehead, touching gently at her eyes on the way to her lips, where her snaking tongue got inside his mouth fast and started to really wipe him out.
Finally, the spasms settled down to an almost-motionless situation; they just hugged and held each other against the shower wall, letting the water continue to splatter against their skin, washing the pussy juice and sperm and sweat from their still-trembling bodies.
As he gently let her down, she murmured softly, "Billy-san, that was very shibui of you."
Shibui means, roughly, something accomplished with great class, one of the highest compliments around, and Billy knew Sunny didn't lay that word on just anyone, either. So he thought, supercool, my chick's really with it tonight.
She took his hand, motioning him to join her in the water.
Now, a Japanese bath is usually heated at a temperature about ten degrees hotter than the human body can tolerate. At least, so it seems. However, the way the Japanese enter the bath is by inches at a time; that is, stick in the toe, then half the foot, then up to the ankle-each movement to accustom that part of the body to the heat-and so on, until the body is finally immersed, at which time you just lie around and soak up the heat, letting the water relax your muscles and peace enter your mind.
They walked to the edge of the bath, and she let him stay there while she put her foot into the water. Satisfied, she urged him to join her. He placed his big toe on the surface of the water; but, it seemed just a bit too hot for him, so he withdrew.
She looked at him wistfully, almost sadly. She said, "Billy-san, it is not too hot for you, is it?"
He nodded.
Then, she said, smiling, "Well, then Sunny will warm you up so you will be hotter that the water. Then you feel more like joining me in bath, right?"
He sat on the edge of the bath, dangling his feet over the water. Then, he spread his legs and gave her the Black Power salute, smiling as he clenched his fist. That was one of their secret signals; it meant, "Suck me off, sweetheart."
She came toward him, water glistening from her mellow brown skin, off her fine brown breasts. She placed one hand under his balls, lifting his scrotum slightly; he could feel the delicate touch of her fingers as she started to stroke him in the right places. Her other hand took hold of Number One and began to squeeze the foreskin back from the glans. Her eyes were saucer-wide as she stared at his prick, which was now beginning to respond to her deft fingering.
He felt those good vibrations beginning, feeling his prick starting to erect, as she began to play with the tip with her thumb. He reached over to touch her breasts, his fingers touching her nipples. She smiled; her own good vibrations were beginning, too, as he began to play with her tits, squeezing them gently, his fingers moving from tip to base and back again, feeling her body responding so very subtly, as was her way.
She shook her head back, letting her hair glisten around her shoulders. Some strands fell forward, nudging at her breasts. He gave them a gentle tug, then moved one hand toward her clit, to give it a quick feel. She almost jumped; she could really feel her emotions, her nerves, quickening their sexual pace, as he continued stroking her breasts.
She, now apparently finished with her hand job on his prick, bent low-almost like a Japanese bow- and pulled his Number One toward her mouth.
Her tongue stroked out, tickling the tip of his prick. He felt it erect another inch, as she started running her tongue over its tip, then lapping along the foreskin until she was sucking away, almost getting her teeth entangled in his thick pubic hairs.
Then, she stopped stroking with her tongue and moved her mouth toward his penis, her lips caressing it with a few quick kisses. She moved closer, her mouth opening, her lips closing over his elongated member. He could feel her mouth membranes lapping away at it, and his balls were bouncing excitedly inside their scrotum. Her tongue was still taking care of business, too, as her sucking mouth drew more and more of him inside her.
He moved his hands from her breasts, and began stroking her thick black hair, rubbing his hands against the top and sides of her skull. She was murmuring deep in her throat now, as her sexual excitement grew with each caress of her masticating mouth.
She was right, Billy thought. I feel like Vm getting hotter than the water... let's see how it feels now....
He carefully dipped both feet in, letting the water seep up to his ankles. Yeah, he thought. I can handle that shit all right... suck me, Sunny, suck me some more....
His cock was beginning to thrash around in her mouth a bit. A bit too much; he didn't want to come just yet. He began to move forward, half sliding his ass off the edge of the bath. He took hold of Sunny's hair, and tanked her head back slightly, letting her know he was ready for more action of a different land. Slowly, she stopped sucking, moving her mouth away from his erect member, and began backing away from his body, her own body becoming more immersed in the water, until the water line was level with the bottom of her breasts.
"Beautiful, baby," Billy said, moving his long, limber legs into the water. He could feel the heat of the still-steaming water, but he didn't mind that so much now; he was operating under heat of a different kind.
As his cock touched the water, he had a momentary thought that the water might soften it up too soon. But, it didn't; his prick kept plowing right through like a submarine until he had reached Sunny, who was waiting for him, an enigmatic, almost inscrutable, smile on her thick Oriental lips.
"Shall we make it under water, baby?" he asked, jokingly, his hands tweaking her tits again.
In reply, she suddenly dove beneath the surface like a Japanese pearl diver. Only, apparently she was diving for his balls, not any oysters, and she grabbed them playfully, half-swimming away as he reached over to grab for her tits in retaliation.
"Oh, Sunny wants to play, huh?" he grinned, as he moved his long legs further out into the bath, until the water level was up to his armpits. When she saw that, she went beneath the surface again, this time moving so she was right at his feet.
He wondered how long she could hold her breath under water as he felt the warmth of the water steaming his skin as if he was a clam being cooked. He felt her hands running up and down his legs, caressing him so subtlety that he felt like coming right then and there. Even his Number One was feeling the heat, but it hadn't started to wilt yet; so he was safe so far.
Now, he could feel her hands on his prick, again doing those numbers that he liked so well. She was really working out on his scrotum sac, too, and he could feel those stabbing, stinging feelings running throughout his nervous system. Goddam, he thought, this chick turns me on like no one else... she's really far out... may never leave this fucking country if this keeps up...'so why should I....
Suddenly, almost on impulse, he ducked his head under water.
Too hot!
He popped back above the surface again. He'd wanted to see what she was doing up close, but that water was still too much for all of him.
Then.. .
He felt her cunt caressing his cock. Still under water, she was moving into position for some action. Her smooth pussy lips were pushing against his prick, and he could feel her starting to draw him inside her. He wondered whether her pussy might get waterlogged that way. So far, though, as he could obviously feel, it apparently wasn't.
Her arms were around his waist as she drew him more and more inside her. He could feel her nipples pressing against his skin, and he was touching her on the shoulders. The water was giving him good vibrations; he had to agree that the Japanese were among the most sensual people he'd ever encountered. The Japanese bath was really like falling into a watery pussy, he guessed; wet and warm and really exuding some fine sexual feelings.
His Number One was still swinging good and stiff, and now he could feel that she had worked it all the way inside her. He could see some bubbles on the surface, though; he sure as hell didn't want her to drown, by any miscalculation or otherwise. Maybe he had better get her head above water for a while, give her some breathing time and space.
Holding her firmly, he started backing away, walking in reverse toward shallow water. She didn't object; she just held tight as he moved them both along, until he could see her head pop up from the water, like a curious fish.
He said, "Breathe some air, Sunny, it's good for you.
She nodded, almost bowing her appreciation, as she started gulping air back into her lungs. The water glistened on her skin like perspiration; she was still attached to him, and even as she sucked in air, he could feel her quivering pussy sucking greedily at his Number One, while his balls throbbed with expectation and his prick almost buckled, like a steel girder, from the heat her churning cunt was turning out.
He wished he had some sake to drink. But he was in no position to change pussies, to pull out now.
"Is everything cool now, baby?" he asked, running his fingers over her breasts again. He was pleased to notice that her nipples were just as erect as they'd been under water. Oh yes, she was still ready to go; she was still, judging by her pussy's palpitations, going under water, too.
She nodded, and said, almost giggling, "Want you to make good fuckee-fuckee with me, Billy-san. Make like submarine, give it to me under water, you dig?"
She was imitating, as the Japanese are prone to do, his well-known phrase, his perpetual question. He laughed out loud, and pinched her on the clit. She jumped slightly, but his cock stayed firmly nestled inside her cunt as she clasped him around the waist again and said, "We go under now, no?"
"We go down, yes," he laughed, and pushed them both beneath the surface of the bath water.
It was still plenty hot, but his skin had by now adjusted fairly well to the water temperature. He opened his eyes, and thus could watch things as he pressed her against the bottom, moving her body into a corner, so they would both have extra bracing for the big blastoff. She snuggled into the corner, her soft rounded buttocks nestled against the corner, and thrust her haunches forward, almost pushing him backwards in the steaming water.
Holding his breath, he started to sock it to her.
She had her head against his chest, just below his neck, but he could still feel her firm, delicate breasts against his chest and his waterlogged chest hairs. Her clit was rubbing against his stomach this time, and he could feel its electric vibrations; so could she, for she grabbed his waist harder, her fingernails beginning to dig into his dark flesh. She got her legs around his waist this time, and began to really get him going with a scissors grip that seemed about four times as strong, as tough as a tiny Japanese girl should be.
Her body was humping, pumping juice into her pussy. Her orgasms were beginning, and he could feel those warm, wet pussy membranes sliding and slipping over and around his prick, pouring out their thick sweet juice. His cock was bending like a steel spring under tremendous pressure as she worked him over under the water.
He'd fucked in oceans, lakes, and rivers-and in plenty of showers and bathtubs, too-but never before, in such a situation as the overheated waters of a Japanese bath. Oh, well... always a first time... isn't there?
She was really coming now, and he could almost imagine he could hear her crying, in Japanese yet, for him to fuck her. It wasn't all that easy under water, but he'd do it, no doubt whatsoever there.
She could feel him still digging into her, as her orgasms, her spasms increased in intensity and tempo.
But, as always, playing it the coolest, he waited, ready to let loose at the exact spontaneous second when he figured it would do both of them the most good.
But, this time, he couldn't quite hit the mark as exactly as he used to. The water had affected his timing, just by a few seconds though; so that, when he came, it was just after she'd begun another strenuous orgasm, and it seemed like she was like a relay runner, ten laps ahead of him, when he fired off his first series of rounds, at last.
Staccato-style, as always, great streams of sperm splashed into her. She braced her back, her muscles straining, her pussy pouring out her reply in the form of great globs of juice. Together, they thrashed in the comer, creating a froth and stir that someone observing the scene from above would have thought a couple of sharks were going at it, chomping on each other while they made it as well.
She felt his sperm, his ejaculations slowing down. In response, she tried to speed up her sequence, to make up for his natural softening of his Number One.
Fan-fucking-tastic, he thought. Wind up the screw and see what she do... Billy, my man, you've really got yourself one crazy cunt on your hands....
He didn't know about her, but he needed some fresh air-and fast.
Bracing his legs on the bottom, and reaching his arms from the water to get a grip on the edge of the bath, he pulled both of them up from the depths. Their heads broke water, and they both gulped air like two strange fish that had decided to switch to land.
But... they were still attached. She was like an octopus, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her arms still gripping his shoulders. She really wouldn't let go, she kept squeezing him, her pussy still dripping juice, and saying, "Billy-sen, you too much man for Sunny. Sunny got to really fuckeefuckee you to keep you going... Sunny get your Number One up again pretty fast... hai, hai, hai."
And hai means... in case you haven't yet guessed... Yes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Billy was feeling pretty good as he drove Sunny's Datsun back to their neighborhood, puffing on his cigar while searching for a parking place. As he finally negotiated a spot just four blocks away- Tokyo's parking problem was, to him, about ten times worse than New York's-he got out of the car carefully, carrying the two bottles of sake she'd asked him to get, and locked the doors.
Then, he leaned against the door, set the bottles down on the hood, and took a deep, final puff from his cigar. There was only about two inches left. As the aromatic smoke filled his lungs, he sighed, dropped the cigar into the curb, and put it out with his foot. Then, he picked up the sake bottles, and started walking toward the apartment, his long legs giving him the stride of a basketball player in slow motion.
"Goddam glad she finally got a raise from that fat fart, Takitoshi," he said, to no one in particular. "She sure as shit deserved it." Then, chuckling to himself, he added, "And so do I. Now I can get me a new tailored suit with a six-button front. Far fucking out."
It was getting dark, just minutes after twilight, and in Japan the sun goes down fast. Sometimes the girls do too, and Billy felt an anticipatory twinge in the direction of his drawers as he sauntered along. Well, maybe all the sake she'd wanted him to get tonight-it was her night off, she'd said, though it didn't seem like her regular one to him-would just wait until he'd jabbed her a good stiff one first.
Yeah, he said to himself, Number One is always ready for some fine fucking fun... and not right on... but right up....
He glanced at the apartment as he entered the correct block. There were no fights. Funny; she'd had some candles going when he'd left. Well, maybe she was on the pot down the hall. Who knows?
Entering the building, he walked up the stairs, until he was on the third floor, where they lived. He walked down the hall, and reached for the doorknob.
It was locked.
"Shee-it!" he almost shouted, as he tried the knob with one hand. Then, setting the bottles down, he began to yank and twist the knob, at the same time beating out a tattoo with his knuckles on the frail wooden paneling. All he got for his trouble was the girl across the hall, opening her door and bowing gracefully at him, with that perpetual Japanese smile two feet wide, then just as gracefully retreating before he could even think of trying to make it with her to fill in some time. Of course, she didn't speak English, but that had never stopped him before; not when he let his Number One do the talking.
He shook his head, scratched his Afro; he couldn't figure it out. He wondered if her ass-hole employer had called her at the last minute, telling her to haul ass to work to replace some crazy cunt who was out sick, or something like that. Just like that slimy mother-fucker; give her a raise, then try to make her work overtime to earn it. He felt like rushing right down to the club and getting an erection on the way and smacking Takitoshi in the chops with it, right in front of those hundreds of hostesses-then fucking all of them right in front of him, too, and making sure the fat old fart got splashed with plenty of come juice from all of them, right over his clean white suit.
Suddenly...
The door swung open.
What looked like a hundred candles lit up, and a chorus of female voices, speaking English with that Japanese sing-song inflection-but muffing the pronunciation, as they usually did, of the letter "r" -chanted, "Happybirthday, Billy-san!"
"Well, shoot me down like Malcolm!' he gasped.
He thought, how can I forget my own fucking birthday? How could I be so dumbass whitey stupid to do that?
He shook his head, his sheepish grin changing into a lustful leer as he noticed that the girls were all naked from the waist up.
There was Sunny, of course, and, two of her friends, whom he recognized. Keiko, a cute, though chubby, little chick less than five feet but with breasts almost as big as Sunny's. And Miki, almost as tall as Sunny but somewhat slimmer, with svelte dancer's legs and a beautiful, expressive face like some of the girls he'd seen working with Buddhist priests in some of the more emancipated shrines in southern Japan, dedicated to fertility gods and goddesses. He'd met them both before, but never under circumstances such as this.
"Hey, baby, what's happening?" he said, to each of the girls in turn, noticing that they were holding those candles right in front of them, mere inches from their vulnerable boobs.
"I make you special birthday present, Billy-san," Sunny said, giving him the traditional Japanese bow, while holding the candle well in front of her. "You no say nothing about celebrating, so I think maybe you forget all about it. So, I send you out for sake, then have my friends come by to offer you traditional Japanese hospitality." She smiled sweetly. "You no like?"
"Of course I like it, baby," he said, reaching out and touching her left tit, running his slender fingers over her boob from base to nipple, feeling the erect little member tremble at his touch. He moved his hand over to her other breast, feeling the swelling, the firmness, as his fingers tattooed their way around those warm, fleshy edges, again diddling with her nipple as before.
"We close door now?" Keiko chirped, gesturing toward the still-open door.
"I'll dig that," he said, while Miki closed it and clicked the lock.
Then, the three girls led him to the center of the room, where there was some kind of fur placed on the tatami mats. They gestured for him to sit down.
"Sit on that? With my clothes on?" he said, mockingly. "I might get the mother dirty, you know what I mean?"
They did.
While Sunny held the candle aloft-almost too dose to his cock, he thought, he could feel the heat from the flame-the other girls did a deft job of stripping him down, running their fingers along his ribs, sliding smoothly over his lean legs, patting his broad shoulders and rubbing very delicately over his back muscles. But, they didn't lay a fingernail on his Number One; Japanese girls can sometimes get too subtle for words.
Still, he could feel-and, once undressed, he could also see-that he was halfway on the road toward a full-fledged erection. He could feel his balls moving less as his scrotum tightened, his foreskin beginning to pull back as his prick began to extend its length. Squatting, he slowly lowered himself, ass first, onto the fur, and felt the smooth, silky strands of what had once been a live animal gently rubbing against his skin.
He knew that feeling; he'd bought a few coats for favorite chicks of that same material, when he'd been flush and plush with plenty of cash.
"Mink... right?"
"Do you dig it, Billy-san?" Sunny giggled, enjoying the use of one of his favorite verbs.
The girls gathered around him with the candles so he could get a better look at the fur piece.
It was a full-length coat, with a big fat collar, and it was dark brown with black and white stripes, running in asymmetrical patterns. As he squatted on the fur, he could feel its smoothness turning him on; he rubbed the tip of his prick against the fur, feeling it tremble with expectant ecstasy, its tip now getting hard as a baseball, its length steadily growing long and strong.
The mink felt so good he could almost fuck it; though, considering the fact that the girls had set their candles down around him and were now removing the remainder of their clothes, what was more-likely to happen was that he would be fucking in it.
He watched Keiko pull off her skirt, then shyly step out of her panties. He could see that her pudendum was almost completely shaved; he touched it, feeling the faint traces of fuzz, noticing that her clit was getting erect, a fat baby's finger that seemed to be gesturing right at him. He touched her clit with his thumb, and he saw her shudder as those erotic feelings, like electric charges, began coursing through her nerves. He placed his forefinger on her pussy lips, noticing that she seemed to have a large-sized hole for such a short gal, and was surprised to discover that there was something inside her cunt, something that felt like a vegetable. He pulled her pussy open, and got a few fingerfuls out. Holding the stuff by his nose, he sniffed; it smelled sour, as if marinated. Gingerly, he tasted it....
"Seaweed!" he shouted, gulping the stuff down his throat.
One of his favorite Japanese delicacies.
Keiko bowed toward him, her breasts flopping almost in his face, and said, giggling, "For your birthday supper."
He could taste her pussy juice in the seaweed.
After licking his lips, he thanked her.
Then, he noticed that Miki was not exactly doing nothing at the moment.
She was slowly, carefully peeling off her skin-tight pants, and he could see that those long, curved legs were indeed flawless, perfectly symmetrical and slender. She was not wearing panties, and her pussy, it's pubic hairs almost as straight as those on her close-cropped head, was visibly palpitating, its long trim clitoris trembling as if blown by unseen winds, her sensuous slit moving as if it was a mouth gulping air. He smiled, and reached for Miki's cunt, getting his fingers into something soft and sticky. Eagerly, he scooped some of the stuff out, tasting it; it seemed to be some land of jelly, intermixed with thick and potent pussy juice.
As he gulped down a mouthful, it came to him.
"Squid jelly!" he cried out, and she gave him a smile, licking her lips first, then a bow all the way down to her waist, so that her round mounds of buttocks were exposed to his view for a few tender seconds before she straightened up again.
But... where was Sunny?
He suddenly didn't see her. Where had she gone?
"Sunny bring you sake, Billy-san," he heard a voice croon lovingly into his left ear, followed by a rapid touch of tongue, her tongue licking at his earlobe, then slipping inside to ream at the inside of his ear. Her tasty touch was getting his Number One moving again, and he could feel it stirring in the fur.
Sunny, coming round front, gave him a cup of sake, then poured a few cups for her girl friends. While she had been getting the sake, she too had removed her bottom clothing, so her juicy cunt and lovely clit was exposed to the mellow flickering of the candles. As he finished the sake, she came close to him, her pussy lips just inches from his mouth, and cooed, "You take taste, please, you find something good in there, just for you."
His tongue darted forward like a striking snake.
He tongued her clit first, and she felt those familiar tremors begin, her body shuddering and starting to arch, as his tongue then gouged its way into her pussy.
He almost shouted out a complaint; there was something creamy and cold in there, and when he withdrew his tongue and licked the stuff down his throat, he couldn't help but give out a loud laugh at the subtle trickery of his Japanese chick, her clever ways of turning him on sexually.
"Hey, baby, ain't nobody but old Adam Powell himself who'd have brains enough to set up a scene like that," he said admiringly.
He licked his lips again, savoring the flavor of her perfumed pussy juice, mixed with . . .
Chocolate ice cream.
"Can I have seconds, sister?"
"Sure, Billy-san... baby."
Oh, my, he thought, this slant-eyed sweet cake is just too, too hip tonight... shee-it, what a birthday bash... I'm gonna give her some fuckee-fuckee she'll never forget....
She moved her snatch over his mouth, and his Bps clasped onto hers as his tongue dipped deep into the creamy confection she was carrying in her cunt. As he probed, slurping the stuff back into his throat, he could feel her muscles beginning their sexual gyrations, her membranes beginning to pump out that pussy juice he dug so much.
While, at the same time, he felt the touch of tongue on his Number One.
And, more of the same, this rime inside his right ear.
Three-on-one, he thought... and one in three....
With Sunny's snatch in front of his eyes, he couldn't see who was doing what. But, he got his left hand out, and touched some chick's tit, then swung his right hand around by his back and found a stomach, flat and smooth, where his hand kept finger fucking around until it touched a sensitive clitoris-he felt its owner shudder, her skin tensing and growing goose pimples all of a sudden-and then got his thumb twanging away on that clit while his long forefinger probed its certain way into a tight, sensitive cunt that was already coming on like a waterfall, its gushing juices pouring right out of its twitching hole and clenching his finger, as if he'd stuck it into a whirlpool all of a sudden.
He wasn't sure of the cunt, but from the fat, fleshy condition of the boob he was squeezing, he was fairly sure that it belonged to Keiko. Which therefore meant that it was Miki who was behind him, tongue-fucking him in the ear, while Keiko was out front, licking his dick.
He squeezed Keiko's tit, his fingers walking over the fleshy expanse, from base to trembling nipple. In return, she stopped licking, and began to suck his cock, pulling it inside her mouth like a hungry animal swallowing its supper. He could feel the moistness, the warmth of her mouth membranes as they closed about his cock, drawing it almost all the way back inside her throat. .
His Number One began to tremble with ecstasy; its erection was now complete, and he felt himself just about ready to come.
With his other hand, he was still probing into Miki's pussy, feeling the tightness of her snatch start to stretch like elastic, feeling the hot wetness of her membranes as they opened more to accommodate his swiftly probing finger. Her clitoris shivered with delight as his thumb continued to work it over, and he could feel her entire body responding to his agile finger fucking.
In front of him, of course, Sunny was swaying like a snake dancer, her cunt churning out gallons of joy juice, her fingers massaging his wooly hair as he continued to eat her snatch, gulping down that delicious creamy concoction of pussy cream and ice cream.
Miki was coming now, her cunt tightly closed over his finger. She was in heat, and her muscles were moving so strongly that he felt as if they were going to break off his finger at the roots. The more he jabbed her, the wilder her membranes responded.
Sunny was coming, too, her exquisite little pussy pouring out its hot, liquid juice into his mouth. He gulped her stuff down, almost coughing as he seemed to swallow too fast a couple of times.
Well, the way Keiko was working over Number One, he would have to have some relief of his own, too. His prick was pulsating with suppressed desire, and it looked like sucking now, fucking later, as far as the cunt condition went.
He waited, until he could feel both Sunny and Miki into the most advanced throes of orgasm, and then...
He came.
Into Keiko's mouth he came, his ejaculations beginning, that scattershot system of his coming into play, a series of one after the other explosions that, as he could feel, made Keiko's thick lips and masticating mouth clutch his cock all the harder, all the more energetically. Her sucking mouth absorbed each injection of his joy juice, and she swallowed his hot fluid, making strange sounds in her throat, as if thanking him for the feast of sperm he was shoving, hot and hearty, down her throat.
The girls continued their sexual ministrations, as Number One slowly began to wind itself down. Though, as he could feel from his contacts with the three girls, none of them seemed all that eager to quit their playfulness. No, not at all.
Finally, feeling just a trifle tired, he released contact from all of them, and settled back down on the mink coat, resting his flesh against the fur and his back on the floor.
Wow, he thought, what a far-fucking-out birthday party this is... and, like Johnny Carson always says... more to come....
Sunny brought him some more sake, lifting the cup to his lips, letting gravity take care of the business of pouring it down his throat.
The sake felt hot and smooth going down. But, what felt infinitely better was Sunny s mouth on his Number One; for, she sprinkled sake by the drop on his dick, and then, first tonguing and following that up with her sensitive mouth membranes, she licked and sucked the mixture of saliva, sperm and sake from his Number One as effortlessly-and much more subtlety-as a vacuum cleaner. Nice and easy and smooth.
He sighed. Life was very nice at this particular point in his life.
He glanced around. The girls were cleaning themselves off. In the flickering light of the candles, they looked almost surreal, as if images from a very good dream. But, his head told him they were no hallucinations. No, not at all, and if his cock could converse in the same spoken English, it would say the same thing.
There was still a little tension left, and he could tell it wouldn't take much to get him up good and stiff again, ready for another go-around.
He sniffed.
He smelled something; it seemed to be incense, and it was coming from across the room. Yet, there seemed to be an extra aroma mixed in with the incense, something like the overtones of a musical note being played in addition to the dominate chord.
Now, there was music, and he realized he had indeed missed the sounds he craved when he was making it. It was Duke Ellington-oh yes, he'd always dug the Duke, anyplace, anytime-and it was the Far East Suite, he recognized the arrangements. How fitting; smooth, sensuous music, intricate and carefully shaded, most relaxing to his Western ears and psyche. Beautiful.
"You like, Billy-sen?" Sunny said, as she sat down on the fur beside him, her eyes great glowing orbs of amber as she gave him her full attention.
"That's fine shit," he said. Then, he added, "Hey, baby, by the way... what's that shit I smell? I mean, I know it's incense, but there's something else mixed in with it, you dig, some other shit you must've added to the incense. You know what I mean? You dig what I'm talking about?"
She stuck out her tongue at him, tantalizingly. Then, she got her head around by his, and whispered into his ear, giggling just a trifle, "I mix some of my joy juice with incense, just for you. You dig, Billy-san?"
He laughed out loud, a deep, driving rumble jumping full-formed from his throat. Sunny laughed, too, and the other girls joined in, their sing-song giggles making the room fill with sounds.
When the laughter had subsided, Sunny, the other girls on either side of her, looked at Billy with a serious, intense expression on her Oriental face and said, "Billy-sen, who you want make fuckee-fuckee with this time?"
"Oh, you mean I have a choice?"
"It your birthday, you make choice. They my best friends, so you know I bring them so we all make you happy on your birthday, Billy-san."
Shee-it, baby, he thought, what a real sweet cunt you are, you really treat my Number One the best, and the way I'm feeling right now, I ain't never gonna get back home unless they ship me in a box, and even then they'll never be able to get the lid down, the way my Number One is gonna be flying at full mast.
Now, he had to be supercool in his choice, for he must not make any of the girls, especially Sunny, lose face. That, of course, meant that he would not chose Sunny; he could fuck her anytime, and therefore it must be one of the other two, for that's what she brought her friends here for in the first place.
He thought things over, and figured since he'd already finger fucked Miki, the correct choice would be Keiko. He would have preferred Miki, for she was slim and svelte, and Keiko's chubbiness put him off for a few seconds. But, after further consideration, he decided Keiko would be the best move in this three-way sex gambit.
So, to add a flair for dramatics, he picked up Number One with his hand and pointed it straight at Keiko's cunt, saying, "You do your number with me next, Keiko, you dig?"
She smiled sweetly, gave him a full bow so her boobs brushed against his prick as she did so, and said, "Ah, so, Billy-san says it, it must be done."
Out of the corner of his eye he caught Miki winking at him, very slyly and subtly, and he read the message right, she was willing to wait but she really wanted to be next. Well, no problem there.
Now, they brought him more sake.
Not to drink, but to pour over him, as if anointing him with holy oils. Soon, he could feel the smooth consistency of the sake mixing with his perspiration, as he lay flat on his back, the fur rubbing smoothly against his skin, and waited for the girls to do their thing-with his thing.
But, that wasn't all.
Sunny got the rest of the chocolate ice cream, and daubed some on his dick. He shuddered, feeling the sudden chill covering his cock. But, that was quickly replaced by Sunny's warm tongue as she began to lick along the entire length of Number One, her talented tongue pushing back his foreskin and tickling his pubic hairs.
Slowly, effortlessly, Number One began to rise, to stiffen into action.
Miki, meanwhile, knelt down beside him, so that her fine, firm breasts were directly over his eyes. He could see that her nipples were trim and erect, very well proportioned, though he wished her boobs were just a cup-size bigger. However, what was there looked very nice, so, as she slowly lowered her breasts toward his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and connected with her left nipple.
She trembled slightly, but her facial expression, that of radiant calm and poise, didn't change in the slightest. He began to lick her nipple, his tongue acting as a surrogate finger, causing her to start humming a Japanese folk song as he did so. He licked away at the rest of her breast, his tongue sliding smoothly along her light brown skin, from the pink of her nipple to the brown of her base.
At the same time, he could feel Sunny's mouth now chomping on his Number One, for she had got it all the way inside now, and her mouth membranes were doing a fine, mouth-fucking job on him. He could feel his balls backing up good and strong, his erection slowly assuming gigantic proportions as his foreskin began to be pulled back and the muscles in the glans began to harden into pulsating power.
He chuckled; all this action from Sunny and Miki, yet Keiko was supposed to be his fucking partner this time around. Yeah; where the hell was she? Why wasn't she getting something going herself?
Then, he spotted Keiko.
He was so startled, for those few seconds he stared at her, that he almost pulled his prick right out of Sunny's mouth and Miki's breast out of his mouth.
For, Keiko was standing just to one side, and she had the now-empty sake bottle stuffed right inside her cunt. In short, it seemed, that if she wasn't actually making it with the bottle, she was at least getting it on for a pretty good preliminary contest, at the very least.
In sheer fascination, he watched her manipulate the bottle, sometimes rubbing the neck right against her trembling slit. He could see her body shuddering as if in full orgasm, and he could hear her making some strange, sensual sounds in her throat. Her tongue was turned out, licking along her lips, and she was swaying as if dancing to the Ellington music that now filled the room with big-band sounds.
He lay back, watching, feeling, enjoying.
Moments later, the girls knew he was ready as he would ever be. Miki backed off, and Sunny stopped sucking. Keiko, looking so longily at the sake bottle stuffed inside her cunt, as if she really wanted to make it with the bottle and nothing else, finally popped it out, and placed the bottle on the floor.
Then, spreading her arms wide, moving as carefully as a dancer, she came to Billy, and carefully climbed right over him, poising her body over his erect member like a piece of meat ready to be pierced by a carving knife.
She dropped down on him, and he could feel her pussy lips part, as the tip of his prick rubbed against her clit and caused her to tremble even more. She could feel his manhood begin to enter her, and her membranes loosened up to allow him unrestricted passage.
He was surprised; he'd thought her cunt would be loose and floppy, like her breasts. But, it wasn't! It was almost as tight as Sunny's, and his prick was filling it up rather nicely. She smiled at him, and pressed her breasts against his chest. They seemed just a little squishy, but were full of life, and began to rub mightily against his massive chest. She even got her toes hooked on his ankles, and began to hump and pump him with such vivacious pressure that he started wondering if she might not be the best fuck of the evening, for all he knew.
Then, Miki came over, placing her pussy just over his mouth. He moved his tongue, licked at her clit long enough to get her going, to make her feel the toughness of his tongue, then stuck it right into her slender slit. She arched as his tongue pierced her vaginal armor, and slid her haunches down so he could eat her pussy for all it was worth.
While Sunny, hardly wishing to sit this one out, came round the other side so he could grab hold of her titties, and he did, but only with one hand, feeling the erect nipple and firm flesh, for the other hand moved down her flat stomach and connected with her clit, then not his finger but his thumb swept aside her pussy lips and entered her now-churning cunt.
A three-way fuck, he thought; cock, finger and tongue, what a far-out birthday party this is!
With his nose rubbing against Miki's clit, he began to strike deep into her cunt with his tongue, and his mouth began to suck her juice inside his throat. She began coming, her juice rushing out, and he gulped greedily, as he felt her body shudder savagely into complete orgasm.
As for Sunny, he was thumbing her pussy with the greatest of expertise, feeling her vaginal walls expanding and contracting as she too began coming, her rich juices gushing out and drenching his entire hand with their fabulous dampness. He could feel her body twitching and twisting, and this thumb of his kept right on working, moving along every part of her membranes it could touch and turn on.
Well, he could hardly forget Keiko, though.
Her arms were around his shoulders, her toes still tightened round his ankles, her boobs squishing and grinding against his chest, as she was riding him like an elevator, her cute little body moving up and down on his dick, her cunt lips chattering in that universal language that needs no translation.
Keiko was coming fine and mellow, just like the Duke's softly swinging music in the background. The incense was still going, too, and his nostrils were full of that pungent aroma. He was perspiring slightly, as well he should, but he didn't mind; they were sweating, too, from their sexual efforts, and that was all to the good, for everyone.
His prick throbbed with intensity close to the threshold of pain, as he felt it striking deep inside Keiko's cunt. She was coming like a waterfall, and her juices were drenching his crotch, pouring out over his pubic hairs. But, he waited, holding back, ready to the completion of her orgasm.
And, he caught her just right, just before she could begin another one.
He came, almost catching her by surprise, with a quickness and a speed that almost surprised even him. His Number One blasted off, one round after the other, and he could hear her gasp with surprise, if not envy, as she struggled to start again, to match his glorious gushing orgasm, his explosive ejaculation.
Seiko poured it on, holding Billy's blasting cock firm in her vaginal folds, while, at the same time, he was mouthing Miki's pulsating pussy, gulping down great throatfuls of her glorious liquid. And, of course, his manipulating thumb was practically gouging its way throughout Sunny's snatch, while her own orgasmic joys poured forth her own fantastic juices all over his hand.
He hardly even cared that all four of them were coming all over his mink coat.
For, it was one thing to be fucking like a mink- and another to be fucking on a mink. You dig?
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hello?"
Billy glanced at his watch as he picked up the phone. It was about 11:30 in the morning, and he was just coming alive. Beside him, on the futon, the soft Japanese mattress that was placed over the tatami mats and which was always stored away during the day, Sunny stirred, though she was still pretty much asleep.
"Hello, Billy Boy, do you know who this is?"
He thought, Billy Boy, what kind of shuckin and jivin' is this... some smartass white chick playing games... I ought to whop her right in the chops with Number One....
Then, lowering his voice so as not to wake up Sunny, he said, "I know we must have some business, but I've got company right now, so you better give it to me straight, you understand?"
There was a pause for a few seconds. He was sure he'd heard that voice before-rich, deep, husky beyond Lauren Bacall-but he couldn't quite place it at the moment. He yawned, trying to shake the sleep from his head; his prick twitched appreciatively, for the voice was indeed sensuous, sexily provocative.
"This is Miriam." Meaningful pause. "Miriam Hen derson, from the American Embassy." Then, the voice doubled its tempo, as she quickly spoke, "Please don't feel as if I'm being smart, but I thought calling you Billy Boy would get your attention. And, if you have company, I understand, and I'll be brief. Billy, you beautiful black stud, you avenging angel, you super lover." She paused for breath, then continued, "If you're wondering how I got your phone number, remember it's on file at the Embassy. And, of course, if a woman answered, I'd simply hang right up. Right?"
"Sure. What kind of business did you have in mind?" he said, feeling Sunny stirring awake beside him.
"I'd like to invite you out to lunch. My boss is taking a long lunch hour, he has a special meeting, so I thought I'd take advantage of that and take some more time myself." Pause. "And, since I haven't seen you for a couple of weeks... well, I'd like to, if you know what I mean."
"Where, and what time?"
"My place, an hour from now." She quickly gave him the address, in case he'd forgotten; he had. "I'll be taking care of things in the cooking department, and if you can chance an upset stomach, I'll chance an upset lover." She laughed softly, then added, "Am I on?"
He chuckled very quickly, as he said, "Am I in?"
"That's not a question, that's a statement of fact."
He smiled, and closed the conversation with, "I've got the pitch, we'll talk about that business when I I get there. Sayonara"
He hung up.
"Billy-san, what happening?" Sunny said sleepily, blinking her sweet-soul brown eyes at him, brushing her long black hair from her face, as her hand moved over to Number One and began to gently rub it awake.
"Last minute business conference," he said, reaching over to touch her tit, noticing that her nipple was getting erect already. He added, "Got to split in about fifteen or twenty, this dude's taking me to lunch, big business deal coming up. Tell you about it when I get back, maybe have lots more yen to dump in the bank, you dig?"
She moved her head close to him, her tongue tickling over his lips. Then, she started to French him, her tongue slipping between his lips and crossing right over his teeth, getting inside his mouth and tangling with his own tongue, like two fencers crossing swords.
They tasted each other.
He moved his hands toward her breasts again, gripping those bounteous boobs firmly, pressing gently against the base as he rubbed her nipples with the palms of his hands. She began to stir, really get moving; she threw off the blanket, snuggled her lovely naked body next to him, as he pressed even harder on her breasts. He could feel her body moving, her muscles reacting. He could also feel her hand really clutching at his cock, and he knew it wouldn't be long before Number One was ready and steady for some rocking, socking sex.
They kept on kissing, tongues tangled as he moved side by side with her, both of them resting on their haunches, sideways. Almost, he thought, like the angle of her sweet slanting eyes. Though, he laughed to himself, she didn't have a slanting pussy; that was a legend, a silly story, about screwing Orientals sideways. No way.
He could feel his balls filling up his scrotum, stretching that thin skin sac almost to the breaking point. She was practically peeling his foreskin off, and his prick was growing like a magic mushroom, getting stiffer with each second.
He spread his legs, shaping them into a V and urging, with his body, that she should do the same.
Still holding his member, she spread her lovely legs, too, and began to draw him toward her. He felt the tip of his prick touching her pussy lips- oh, they were wet, no problem there-and then, she began to draw him inside her. She felt him enter her, inch by inch, her membranes giving way to his requested invasion, his usurpation of sexual space. She wasn't as wet as he-liked-he had some tough sledding, so to speak, to go through as he went along, stopping here and there for a few seconds to get himself together again-but he managed, with her good grip, to get all the way inside, at last, nudging her right up against her womb, letting her know it was all hanging out, right inside her.
They broke their kiss.
He sneaked his head around, and bit her, not once but three successive times, on the nape of her neck. With each bite, he could feel her shudder with delight, like some wriggling fish he'd caught on his hook.
Releasing his grip on her breasts, he swung his hands around her shoulders. She scrunched up close, her tantalizing titties pressing hard against his chest. As he sniffed her hair, she began to lick his earlobe, her tongue gently curving around the shape of his ear, as if she was drawing his ear shape with pen and paper.
Then, as he felt her vaginal muscles began their expressive expansions and contractions, she slipped her tongue inside his ear, and began to demolish what little wax remained embedded there. It was weird, in a way; while he was fucking her with his cock, she was screwing him with her tongue. He could feel her manipulate her tongue movements in harmony with his Number One moving around in her tight sweet cunt.
As he jabbed her in the pussy, so also she stabbed him in the ear.
He chuckled; Sunny was really one far-out, freaky, but sweet little chick. He wondered how he could ever really feel like making it with Miriam, a short time from now; Sunny was just too subtle, so sexy at the same time.
Well, he'd worry about Miriam when he saw her.
Right now, he was socking it to Sunny, driving and thrusting his member deep inside her, feeling her internal muscles reacting to his methodical movements.
Then, she started coming, her pussy clutching at his cock like a vice holding a hot piece of metal. He could feel her juices flowing, straining and staining their skin. He thrust upward as well as sideways, trying to touch her membranes in new places, different ways, as he kept on ramming it to her.
Her orgasm increased in intensity, and he could feel her tiny but supple body really putting the old sexual pressure on him. Again, as always, he waited and this time, when she was really reaching a crest, he came.
One round after another, he blasted her, his cock curling and uncurling like a striking snake. She got her hands around his ass, her fingernails gripping him so hard she almost drew blood as he fired round after round into her, humping and pumping until he could feel his member slowly getting soft.
He moved so as to lie on his back, and pulled her on top of him. She was still going, still coming, even though he was now getting soft He lay there, letting her continue coming all over him, until she was exhausted and had to simply lie still, their come juices intermixed and intermingling on their skins.
Whispering into her ear, he said, "Got to split, no time for a shower either. I'll just spray on some cologne, then I'll be back in a couple of hours, plenty of time to take you to work tonight Just be cool, I'll be back soon with my tool, you dig?"
She said a few words in Japanese, one of their private jokes, and he chuckled as he disengaged himself and got dressed to go out To keep up the charade, he put on a business suit with a two-button front and one vent in back. Of course, he never wore a necktie, but the white turtleneck looked fairly executive-like, the way he wore it, plus his polished, black, pointed-toe shoes.
The pollution index was down, he noticed, as he glanced at the bright sun in the sky; he could hardly notice the thin gray veil of smog as he started the car and headed for the Roppongi section, where Miriam lived.
Again, the blank-faced doorman paid him no attention, as he simply said, "Here to see Miss Henderson," and just stood there, not even bowing, as he entered the lobby.
Minutes later, he was knocking at Miriam's door.
She opened it, said, "Hello, come on in." But, he stood there for a few seconds first, taking things all in, before he did so, giving a low, approving whistle as he entered and locked the door behind him.
Miriam was wearing a Japanese happi coat, with a sash tied around her waist. The coat was red silk, with Japanese characters in black; it was open to the navel, and her glorious breasts were jutting eagerly around the lapels, their nipples looking as if she'd been erotically stimulating them by herself before he arrived. The bottom of the coat was about halfway down her thighs, and the front was sufficiently open so that not only was her luminous amber skin exposed but also her fine sculptured cunt.
But-far-out, really far-out-she'd wrapped a red ribbon around her pubic hairs and tied it there in a bow, as if she was some kind of a Christmas package.
She kept standing there as he sat down on the Danish sofa and took off his shoes, a Japanese habit he'd picked up, which to him made sense: shoes carry dirt; leave the dirt outside. He said, "Is that a gift, or do I get to keep the whole package?"
She laughed, softly, and replied, "You get that as a going-away present. After lunch, not before."
"Depends on what I'm eating for lunch."
She walked over to him, so that her pussy and its red ribbon was directly at his eye level. There was a faintly mocking expression on her face as she said, "Here's a little before-lunch appetizer, then."
So saying, she pried open her pussy, inserted a few fingers, and pulled out...
What looked like a small, pre-cooked piece of shrimp.
"Far out," Billy said, as she placed the fish against his lips. He sniffed; it smelled as if cooked, and of course her pussy juice gave it an additional pungent flavor and aroma as well.
He opened his mouth, and let her feed him the fish.
She held it by the tail, and he bit down and tasted. It was succulent, freshly cooked; he chewed and swallowed, and she took away the tail and dropped it into an ashtray.
"How about a drink?" he asked.
"Coming right up," she said, and walked into the kitchen.
When she returned, she discovered that he had taken off all of his clothing, and hung everything up in her hall closet. She had brought out the bottle of Bell's Scotch, plus a bottle of Drambuie, and of course glasses and ice. As she placed them on the coffee table, he said, "Rusty Nail, right?"
"I know your number," she said, winking.
She sat down next to him, and poured both of
She sat down next to him, and poured two drinks. As they sipped, she glanced at his Number One; it was starting to get stimulated, getting erect slowly but surely, like a long, slow draw of a revolver from a tight holster.
She reached over, took hold of it, and dipped the tip into her glass. The drink was cold, but he didn't flinch, didn't move a muscle; she pulled the glass away, gulped the liquid down, and, leaning halfway over him, she took hold of his balls and raised his member to her mouth.
He slipped his arm over her shoulders, getting his hand over her left breast; it was full, as if ready to be milked, and the nipple was good and stiff, as he'd thought.
As he began massaging her boob, she started to lick his dick, her tongue smoothly lapping up the liquid from tie drink she'd doused it in. He could feel her tongue moving, slowly, carefully from tip to base, even licking at his pubic hairs as if trying to uncurl them. As she kept tasting and touching his member with her tongue, he could feel it stiffen even more into erectness, and he knew he wasn't about to wait until after lunch to get some fucking. No, sir; no way.
He sipped his Rusty Nail, enjoying the smoothness of the liqueur added to the Scotch.
When she had licked him clean, he let go of her breast, so that she could straighten up. He said, "When's the food coming?" When she advised him that it had already been cooked, he said, "Bring it out, we'll eat it right here, you dig?'
She nodded, she patted his prick, then got up and headed for the kitchen. When she returned, with some sunomoto soup, Japanese vegetables, and a goodly heaping of tempura, that deep-fried shrimp dish that is really a gourmet delicacy, she noticed he was leaning back on the couch, smoking one of his long, special cigars.
"May I have a puff?" she asked as she sat down beside him again.
As he looked at her, his eyes wandering down her front toward her beribboned pussy, he got an idea.
Taking a few final puffs and blowing out the smoke, he said, "I'm really gonna teach you how to smoke that thing, soul sister. This is the way to do it right."
So saying, he placed it right inside her cunt
Holding the cigar with one hand, he took an ashtray with the other and held it under the cigar. She could feel it right inside her hole, and her muscles began to react to any long, slender object that might be placed there. As her muscles began their typical movements, she smiled, licking her lips, almost laughing as she noticed smoke beginning to puff out from the lighted end of the cigar.
"That's fine, baby, that's the way to smoke this man's cigar," he said, appreciatively.
"That's not quite the kind of cigar I'm used to having in there."
"Don't worry, I ain't gonna leave without putting the real thing in there, you dig? But you do your number first, then I'll do mine, and you and I will get along real fine."
A few inches of ashes dropped into the ashtray as her pussy kept on puffing for a few more minutes.
Then, he removed the cigar, put it out, and passed her a bowl of soup. He sipped his own bowl; it had a delicate, haunting flavor. It was pretty good.
But... something was missing....
"Hey, where are the sounds?" he said. "Last time I was in your pad, you were laying some fine sounds on me. Let's have some music, huh? You know I got to have my brothers wailing in the background before I can really do my number right"
"Sorry," she said.
She got up, and put some records on the stereo. As soon as the needle hit the first groove, Billy almost jumped right off the couch. It was hard, visceral, gutsy Chicago blues, rough and raunchy; and, that could only mean one musical dude in particular.
"Muddy Waters-ain't nobody else can play the blues like that!"
She nodded as she sat down on the sofa again. He'd finished his soup, and was digging into his vegetables with the chopsticks she'd provided. He could handle those 'sticks pretty well by now, and he dumped a hunk of vegetables into her soup, then popped it into his mouth. He followed that motion with another piece of vegetable, this time rubbing it against her pussy lips, then munching it down. He could sure taste the difference; and, as he could easily tell, her pussy was getting just a wee bit damp, too.
He waited, until she had caught up with him, food-wise.
Then, he got hold of a piece of shrimp and, holding it with the chopsticks, rubbed it against her breasts. She shuddered slightly, as he manipulated the shrimp, from the cleft between her breasts, over the right one, nudging her nipple, then rubbing the shrimp all along that breast, and following that up with an exploration of the left one.
As he returned the piece of shrimp to his mouth, he could see that she was really being turned on by his touching her like that.
He ate the shrimp, enjoying the savory flavors he had concocted.
Then, he took the chopsticks, and began to tap them, like drumsticks, across her stomach; and, in time to the raw, raucous blues that Muddy Waters was both playing and singing on the stereo. He noticed her legs twitching, as if she wanted to dance. He looked into her eyes; they seemed glazed, almost opaque, as if she'd been blowing grass.
She wasn't wearing her granny glasses. He guessed she probably couldn't see all that well without them, but she'd still managed to serve him that succulent lunch without spilling anything, or falling on her ass.
He thought: these white chicks worry so much about appearances... I don't give a good goddam if she's blind... long as she's got a cunt that dances to my tune... I can swing with anything....
Then, he got himself a good idea.
That backbeat was coming down so hard, why not do a little dancing? Not exactly cheek-to-cheek; more like cock-to-cunt.
He mixed a Rusty Nail for her, and held it to her lips. She took it, and knocked it off in one, long swallow, her Adams apple bobbing up and down like a cork in the water. He poured himself about half-an-inch worth of the stuff, gulping it down.
Then, taking hold of her left tit-his hand covering her fleshy breast, his palm pressing hard against her erect nipple-he half-pulled, half-persuaded her to get on her feet.
"Miriam, we gonna do us a hootchy-kootchy kind of dance, you dig?"
"Far... out . . she mumbled, starting to sway, her juicy buttocks beginning to swivel, very sexily, in time to the music.
Soon, within seconds, her breasts were bouncing around, her hair swinging as she began to really do some real soulful twisting and turning, her ass shaking like two cantaloupe halves on a shelf. Her body vibrated like a question mark, and he could see that her clitoris and her nipples were keeping their erect posture, while he also noticed that some drops of pussy juice were dripping from her hairy centerpiece.
Billy was no slouch when it came to getting it on, dancing-wise, so he began to move his feet, going into some intricate steps that were making Miriam move right along with him-and, with that driving Chicago blues beat, too. He moved in close, his Number One riding high and handsome, almost fully erect. He rubbed it against her clit, and she twisted like a worm on a hook, her nervous system feeling those electric sexual vibrations roaring through her as if she was touching a live electrical circuit.
He could almost smell her pussy juice, almost see the incredible churning of her cunt as he caressed her with his cock. She moved in close, getting her hands around his neck, pulling him into her so that her pendulous breasts were rubbing hard against his hairy chest. Still moving and grooving, so swiftly and so rhythmically, they almost knocked over a lamp here, the coffee table there.
"Billy... get in me... I want you... inside . . "
"Coming right up, sister."
He dropped his member, and began to rub it against her damp cunt lips. She moved her mouth against his, and her lips pressed hard against his own. Her tongue began to do some talking, and as she tried to French him, he bit her tongue, not hard, but with sufficient strength to show her who was still in charge.
Then, he bit her upper and lower lips a couple of times, before supping his own tongue inside her hot, tempestuous mouth, running it along her sucking, moist membranes and tangling with her own tongue. At the same time, he jabbed his cock into her cunt-it slipped in like a kid going down a slide, so lubricated was her pussy by now-so that both his prick and his tongue were fucking her, simultaneously. It really turned her on.
She humped her haunches hard against him, still swinging and swaying to the music. Her hands began to move up and down his spine, her fingernails beating out mad melodies against his back. Listening very carefully to Muddy s music, he began to pump her, his prick stabbing and swinging in perfect time with the driving blues beat.
Moaning, her throat mumbling undecipherable things, their mouths and crotches still pressed hard against each other, she started going into orgasm. He could feel her membranes grinding away at Number One, her juices waterfalling down. He jabbed her a few good feints, and felt as if she was almost standing on his toes, trying to thrust herself against him even more than he was thrusting himself into her.
It seemed to him that her palpitating pussy was even more hyperactive than usual, the way those muscles were shaking up his prick. He guessed all the shit he'd laid down on her today, the combination of food and booze and music and all sorts of far-out touching games, had really turned her on. And, he was going to fuck her standing up; that is, while standing, and dancing.
He could feel her impatience like some palpable tiling taking form. Oh yeah, she wanted his big black cock to come right now, she wanted instant gratification. Fuck that shit; you sometimes have to wait for the good things to happen, and he'd really make her sweat, really make her wait just a little longer than he'd originally planned, this time. Just to show her who's boss, if for no other reason.
Yet, the way his balls were practically screaming in his ears, the way his cock was curved inside her cunt... he couldn't hold out much longer.
But, he knew when to really sock it to her.
She was finishing one orgasm now, her entire body vibrating with weariness, almost with frustration, as her every fiber and nerve ending urged him to let her have what her sensuous temperament was screaming for.
It was the right moment; hit her hard, and make her really work to get going again.
He came.
like an uppercut, he really thrust himself into her, aiming high, feeling his sperm spiraling out in those sharp, short bursts that, one after the other, really make the chicks move. She almost swallowed his tongue as she responded in kind, hurrying up to get herself into another orgasm. He could feel her really working out, really getting back together again with him. Her cunt clutched his cock as if never wanting to let it go.
And, then, her muscles began to do some really fascinating things, things he'd never experienced with her before. She threw some tricks at him that, as he kept on coming, began to puzzle him, to make him wonder whether there was really something else behind her white-liberal-niggerloving facade.
Yes, he wondered.
As he thought: shades of Stokely Carmichael... she's really fucking black today....
CHAPTER SIX
"Good evening, Jones-san. My great pleasure to see you again."
"I'm hip, Mister Takitoshi," Billy said, giving out with the Black Power salute and watching the fat Tap looking puzzled. Then, he shook hands quickly, feeling the sweat in the Orientals palm, his fingers ike octopus tentacles.
Takitoshi was rotund, not much more than five-four and fat as a whiskybarrel. His greasy hair was slicked straight back, and behind his thick plastic glasses beady, fish-like eyes gleamed greedily ahead. He wore a blue silk suit, and on his fingers were plenty of diamond pinky rings. He had, obviously, plenty of bread coming in-he was owner-manager of the Golden Goose, the night club where Sunny worked-and he was not loath to display his riches either.
Nor, for that matter, was the club.
Located in Akasaka, the plush entertainment district, it featured silk canopy, uniformed doorman, much expensive glass-and-glitter decor, four bands, three shows a night (with nude Japanese showgirls aplenty), and perhaps a thousand hostesses to handle the 250-person capacity. Billy was sure that each dude was about 20,000 yen lighter when he left, what with the minimum hostess charge (how the club operators made their loot; about five bucks an hour per hostess, and some of the big spenders latched on to three or four at a crack). And, with the yen about 300 to the American dollar-that was a lot of cash to leave behind.
"You come early, Jones-sen. You want to watch last show, maybe?"
"If it's free," Billy replied, taking a deep puff on his cigar, and looking very executive-like. Though, his brushed velvet suit and ruffled shirt made him look more London mod than Japanese straight, that was for sure.
"You are always our honored guest," the manager said, his voice almost a cat's purr as he personally escorted Billy to a table near the front, and added, as Billy sat down, "I send one of my best girls, keep you company until Sunyo finish work. You come for Sunyo, right?"
Billy almost said, "I come for any chick that comes for me." Instead, he said, "Right on, Takitoshi. Just make sure you don't send a bill with her, though, you dig?"
The manager chuckled, getting the point-though, Billy wasn't joking-and waddled away.
"Good evening, Billy-san," said a soft, feminine voice from behind, as Billy was checking out the girls in the chorus line.
She was a slim Oriental gal of medium height, with, he assumed, fine long legs, though he couldn't tell with the kimono she was wearing, draped all over her, the obi sash drawn tight around her waist But, she looked vaguely familiar, and her sweet slanting eyes, so eager to serve him, had that warn and mellow look that meant possibly something could always be worked out between them. "You know me?" he said.
As she slid into the chair next to him, she said, "You are friend of Sunyo. I helped you celebrate our birthday just a few weeks ago. You remember Miki, please?"
How could he forget? She'd given him head that time he'd never forget. She had a tongue like most girl's clitoris: all passionate action and imaginative touch.
"Right on, Miki," he said. She looked puzzled, but moved close to him anyway, her hand resting lightly on his thigh. She whispered into his ear, "When show start, you watch, Billy-san, and Miki take good care of you." Then, she laughed softly, and added, "You dig?"
He laughed at her innocent use of his favorite expression, thinking she was hipper than she seemed.
Just before the show started, another Japanese chick brought a bottle of Suntory whisky and ice and glasses, quickly intoning, "Courtesy of the manager, please." Billy poured himself some over ice, but Miki asked for, and got, hers straight up in the glass. She sipped some of it, then set the glass down, while Billy let the smooth Jap Scotch slide slowly down his throat.
He could feel his Number One getting into that good swinging groove, growing slowly but steadily, as Miki's orchid-based perfume wafted into his nostrils. He wondered where Sunny was-he hadn't spotted her yet-and whether she knew about Miki sitting with him. Well, what the hell, Sunny had brought Miki along to his birthday party in the first place, so she'd have no objections to the business at hand. Depending, of course, on what business- and whose hands.
As he observed the rich costumes of the showgirls and the expensive stage settings, he began to wish there was some way he could get something on Takitoshi, and rip him off for about 30 million yen or so (about 100 grand, and that would be grand indeed). It would set him up for life, in Japan, and would even last for five or ten years in New York. Well, more or less-maybe 100 million yen, just to make sure. There must be some way, with the bread that Takitoshi was pulling in, to get something on the fat Jap and really rake him for a motherfucking ride, really squeeze his ass.
He'd have to give that idea some heavy thinking.
But, for the moment, he was watching, as the girls on stage went into a production number about a whorehouse burning down, with plenty of fire and flames, water and firemen. Pardon, firewomen; everybody on stage was female. It was pretty realistic, most authentic, in the staging and props, and Billy was digging it when....
He felt his fly being unzipped.
He glanced around; Miki was nowhere to be seen.
Then, as delicate female hands whipped out his dick, he realized she must have ducked under the table, concealed by the floor-length tablecloth.
"Shee-it!" he said, as he felt something cold against the tip of his cock; it had just been slipped into a glass, and it really wasn't all that cold as the glass touched his sensitive pecker skin, especially now that he could feel some warm liquid circling his member.
It had to be Mikis glass of Suntory.
All right, then; he'd continue watching the show. ogling the Oriental chicks on stage, sipping his own Japanese Scotch, and let Miki do her thing with his thing. Right on.
He knocked off the glass of Suntory and poured himself another.
Beneath the table, he could feel his Number One resting comfortably in Miki's glass. Surprisingly enough, the liquid wasn't softening him up; in fact, the contrary, the way she was swishing his pecker in the Scotch was causing it to erect even more.
He slouched a bit in the chair, leaning back, relaxing. Invisible head; he couldn't see her, but he surely could feel her fine, Oriental touch. And, his balls were bouncing, his foreskin was pulling back, as she worked him over with that glass of warm Suntory.
Then, he felt her remove the glass, and place her fingertips on Number One.
As if she was playing a baroque piano concerto, her fingers began to nimbly skip along, squeezing his tip, pulling back the foreskin, massaging his scrotum, playing with his pubic hairs. As she pulled one of the latter a little too hard, he almost sat up straight in surprise; then, relaxing again, sipping more whisky, be began to watch the show again, noticing that some of the girls being rescued from the "burning" building wore no clothes, while some were in flaming lags which were being pulled off their nubile Oriental bodies by the "firewomen."
He began to snap his fingers to the bouncy music, wore Western than Japanese. The drummer wasn't bad, and he could hear some bop choruses by a solo trumpet that reminded him of some of Dizzy Gillespie's licks.
Better licks below, though.
For Miki had her sweet little tongue going now, and he could feel her licking the tip of his prick, her tongue gently massaging its head, causing his cock to shudder into further erection. She was touching all parts of its head, then moving her tongue along the glans, lapping at the tightened foreskin and going all the way back to the base. When her tongue got that far back, he could feel her probing into his pubic hairs, "pulling" a few out front, and really slurping along the bottom of his scrotum. His skin was tingling with excitement, and as he sipped his Suntory, still watching the show, he began to get a fine, warm glow flowing right in his bloodstream.
Now, she was sucking him.
Her mouth was on Number One, her lips firmly holding it in her grasp, her tongue tingling against the tip. She had her hands on his scrotum, holding his balls in her palms as she slowly drew his stiffening member inside those moist mouth membranes.
More and more, harder and harder, she sucked, biting him so gently it seemed more like a caress than the touch of her teeth. He could feel himself sliding further and further inside her mouth, almost touching her throat with the tip. His foreskin was pulled back all the way, and he could feel the tension caused by his tremendously stiff penis as her mouth enveloped it and massaged it and stimulated it into an incredible state of sexual expectation.
The lights were growing dimmer and he could barely see the people at the next table as the grand finale of the show was getting under way. The girls had all been saved from burning building, and the mayor of the city was presenting some sort of citations to the "firewomen." Only, the mayor was also a woman, and there were some fun things she was doing to the girls that held his attention, kept his eyes straight ahead for the moment, while his balls rattled in their tight sac and his prick vibrated like a tuning fork, beneath the table.
He could feel Miki's fantastic mouth really working him over now, and she must have really stop-watched the show, really timed it right down to the second, because as soon as the band hit that final chorus, she had sucked him into such a state that he couldn't help but come, just as if she'd orchestrated and choreographed the whole thing herself.
He almost fell backward out of his chair as his cock exploded inside her wonderfully sucking mouth.
She really had hold of his scrotum, her fingers fucking him too, as his sperm blasted off, one-two-three-four and more, pulsating and pouring down her throat He could feel her gobbling him greedily, and he braced his hands on the edge of the table, holding himself firm, as his sperm kept on gushing out, explosion after explosion, until there was no more to give, and Number One began to retract its landing gear and settle down into softness again.
As he sipped his drink, he could feel her with-drawing him from her mouth. Then, her tongue be-gan to do its thing again; like a cat, she was licking him clean. He felt her lapping away, her tongue such a sensual organ, that he felt a slight twinge, as if he wanted to get a hard-on right away.
The audience was applauding the showgirls as Miki, seemingly without a hair out of place, reap-peared beside him from beneath the table.
As she looked into his eyes, he said, softly, and with properly appreciative feeling, "Arigato, Mikisan.
Which meant, of course, "Thank you" in Japanese. The lights went on again; the show was over. "You want to meet Sunyo in her dressing room, Billy-san?"
"That's what I came for," he said, finishing his drink. He stood up, helping her up, and, still holding on to her hand, he let her lead him backstage until they were outside Sunny's dressing room.
Miki knocked.
Sunny said something in Japanese, and Miki replied in the same language. Tlien, she pushed the door open, and she and Billy entered.
It was a small room, with a closet and lighted dressing table and mirror, but just a few chairs and one low Japanese table. Sunny was getting out of her Japanese costume, just getting the kimono off, as she said, "Billy-san, you came early tonight, I had many customers to sit with. Miki help you pass the time all right?"
Billy couldn't help grinning, almost a leer, as he replied, "She sure did, and I thank you both. It was just like I had a second birthday this year, Sunny. In other words baby, I dug it all the way."
Miki gave a waist-length bow to him.
Sunny, stepping out of her kimono, walked over to him and bowed low also. Only, when she did it, she stayed down on her knees, and unzipped his fly, just as Miki had done a little while ago.
"Utsukushii," Billy said, telling her it was really beautiful, the way she took care of business-and himself.
Miki came over and took off his coat, hanging it up in the closet. Billy reminded her that she had! forgotten to take off his turtleneck, so she came back and, as Sunny was rolling out Number One from the open fly, Miki took hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head, making sure she gave him some fine and imagine finger-rubbing on the way, her fingers kneading his flesh like fresh dough ready to be baked into bread.
Now Billy's bare brown skin was exposed from the waist up. As he felt Sunny's tongue touching his prick, he turned toward Miki and said, "Since Sunny and me don't have nothing to show from the waist up, how about you doing that number, too?"
"So sorry, I no understand."
He translated his Harlem slang into more appropriate English for the girl. Her eyes smiled as she indicated she understood. Then she slowly, moving exquisitely, removed her kimono, revealing her slim, sensual nudity to Billy's gleaming eyes.
"Come over here," he said, and she moved over to one side, as he glanced down and saw Sunny holding his haunches, her fingers gripping his tough ass firmly, as she began to work his Number One into her mouth.
He put one hand over Miki's right breast.
She tensed slightly, then began to relax, her skin feeling so soft and innocent against his hand. He tweaked her nipple with his forefinger, very gently; be could feel that her nipple was pretty well erect as he pretty well expected, since she'd just finished giving him some very fine head not more than minutes ago.
He began to run his fingers along her breast, moving from tip to base, rubbing also into the narrow cleft between her breasts. Her eyes shifted back and forth, as if following his hand movements. She started to tremble slightly, and a few hairs fell out of place into her face, across her forehead. She sniffed a few times, as if she could smell the sperm rising in his prick, as he continued to move his hand up and down her nice, though smaller than he liked, breast
He looked down at Sunny, though he really didn't need to, since he could hear her breathing increasing in volume and tempo, could feel her mouth slowly sucking his cock inside and her membranes chomping down. He knew that Sunny's clit must really be shivering by now, and was sure that her juices would be starting to flow about this time. Glancing at Miki's soft center, he noticed her clit was trembling, erect as a stiff finger. He could also see the fine lines of her pussy trembling slightly, too, and a few drops of juice broke loose and dropped on the floor.
He placed his other hand on Miki's left breast.
Either his hands were reading wrong, or her left one seemed a few millimeters larger than her right one. At any rate, it was an unusual feeling, which he counteracted by squeezing her boob a little harder, and pressing against her base with his thumb.
She put her hands on his head, and began to play with his Negro hair, twirling the thick, tough curls among her fingers. Her expression was almost abstract, as if, like most Orientals, she was afraid to show her true feelings on her face. Of course, the fact that Sunny was pretty much Billy's chick, and Sunny being just inches away, might have had something to do with that
He could hear Miki sighing now, too, though much differently than Sunny. From his own girl, he could hear more sucking than sighing, could feel Sunny's mouth really working out on his Number One
His balls were shaking now, and he could feel his member getting stiffer by the second.
"Are you going to make fuckee-fuckee with Sun-yo?" Miki asked him, looking him right in the eye, her expression that of seemingly calculated innocence.
"Not if I can make fuckee-fuckee with you first," he replied, not even thinking of what he was saying. But, Sunny heard.
Abruptly, she glanced up from her business, and her eyes met his. Yet, there was no jealousy or hostility in them; for, after all, she and Miki were friends, she had brought her around to Billy in the first place. Sunny's eyes seemed to say: "If you like to make fuckee-fuckee with Miki first, that all right, because she is my friend and your guest."
He grinned, showing his teeth, and licked his lips in such a way that his tongue licked at the edges of his mustache. That was a private joke between Sunny and himself; it meant that he was really ready for some unusual, exotic action, and he was sure that Sunny wouldn't miss the meaning this particular time.
Miki, too caught the subtle nuances of this unspoken conversation. She moved her hands so that a couple of her fingers were fumbling at Billy's sideburns, then massaging the edges of his mustache. She caught a few quick licks from his tongue, and giggled in response.
Billy made another mental note-probably for the ten-thousandth time-never to leave Japan except as a cremated carcass, and gave Miki a tender bite on her finger.
Sunny, apparently catching that movement, at the same time gave him a tender bite right at the base of Number One. Not a strong bite, but there was enough in her effort to cause him to almost try to step back, thus risking getting Number One accidentally separated from Number One Black Son.
Still, no strain and no pain. Just a cool, subtle little joke on Sunny's part. He had to laugh; but, he still reached down one long, lanky arm and smacked Sunny just a trifle on the ass, to let her know to take it pretty goddamn easy with that particular piece of equipment she was handling.
Well, that equipment was ready for action now.
He could feel its erect stiffness extending along his entire body, and those fine vibrations of good loving were flowing right through him, as always. He said something to Sunny, and she backed off, opening her mouth and letting him loose. She stood up, looking down at his crotch and admiring her handiwork; or, to be more specific, her mouthwork.
Billy looked at Sunny, then at Miki. He let go of the latter's tits, then did some more looking around. An idea was forming, a sort of sexual sandwich was burning its imagery into his brain.
"Hey," he said, excitedly. "Let's you and me make a sandwich, you dig? I'll be the meat..." He pointed from one to the other. " . . and you can be the bread."
They looked puzzled, until he explained in specific detail exactly what he wanted.
They looked slightly surprised, if not unbelieving, after he'd explained. But, as he assured them, it was not only possible to do it that way, he'd already done just that on several previous occasions.
So, he walked over to the corner, where the Japanese low table was positioned, and sat down in the middle, leaving his long legs over the sides. He motioned for Miki to join him, and she came over; he positioned her so that her back was to his front, and she straddled the table as best she could, her haunches right over his prick. Then, Sunny came around from the rear, sitting also on the table, her breasts pushing against his back. It was almost a classic "three men on a horse" position; but, with a decided difference.
He told Miki what to do first.
She spread her well-rounded ass, and took hold of Number One and began to draw it, dog-style, against the lips of her slit. She rubbed it against her clit first, feeling the shock waves of sexual arousal beginning, then pressed it hard against her cunt lips, forcing them open. Slowly, she moved herself and his prick so that there would be no trouble about him gaining entrance, and he felt her both pushing and pulling him along, until he could feel that he was starting to penetrate her defenses, and get his member inside.
She moved her body toward him, manipulating both of them as best she could, and he could feel the excitement mounting, especially since Sunny was holding on to him from behind, her boobs and their nice taut nipples rubbing against his back, one of his more enjoyable erogenous zones.
Miki's cunt began to open wider, and Billy could feel good old Number One doing its good old number, gaining entrance, getting inside, inch by inch. Her cunt was pretty nice, tight where it should be, yet loose enough to let him make his way from this difficult position, so far, with neither pain nor Lain.
He could also feel Sunny's clit rubbing right against his ass, just below his waist. So, he removed one hand from Miki, and reached around to feel for Sunny's clit. He squeezed it several times between thumb and forefinger, then sought out her slit, and began to shove his middle finger inside her cunt. She was both warm and wet, and he could feel her body responding at once as he began to finger-fuck her, her arms around his neck and her teeth nibbling at his ears.
Sunny's body scrunched closer, her smooth skin rubbing nicely against his. Her breasts were boring into his back, and he could feel her legs rubbing against his, her toes tickling at his ankles. He thrust his finger deeper inside her cunt, feeling the membranes giving way, getting wetter the further he penetrated.
Now, as far as Miki was concerned, she had got him all the way in, and she was beginning to move her entire body in such a way that he could hear the table creak in protest. He hoped it would hold out, with the combined weight of all three of them; but then, he thought, the Japanese built their stuff to last, they haven't got into that planned obsolescence number yet.
His cock felt as twisted as a pretzel from this position, yet he was not too uncomfortable. The Japanese were used to all sorts of different positions, he knew, and that was one of many reasons he was really enjoying his Tokyo stay. He moved his body, jabbing Miki a bit more, moving himself around a bit inside her so that all her membranes were feeling Number One getting ready to do its thing.
Both girls were starting to perspire, and he was beginning to sweat a bit himself. He felt Sunny biting the nape of his neck, so he began to lick at Miki's ears, finding that his tongue and cock combined were doing one hell of a fine job of stimulating her juices, for he could feel her wetness increasing to swimming pool proportions as her juices began to pour out of her cunt and dampen both his crotch and the table.
As best as he could, he moved forward some more, feeling his cock really catching hold inside her cunt. He played with her boobs, his fingers nimbly dancing all over her chest, rubbing and tapping and squeezing her taut nipples until she was crying something in Japanese he couldn't understand. He figured it probably meant something like, "Fuck me quick, Billy-sen, while I am coming just right."
Yes, she was.
She was really shaking, her haunches riding his crotch like a sumo wrestler, and his balls were really feeling confined and crushed from that position. He moved his finger further into Sunny's snatch, and he could feel her tightening her grip around him, her body heaving forward in orgasmic spasms. She was coming first, it seemed; but, only by seconds, for now Miki was moving and shifting, her cunt releasing its great gushers of joy juice as his Number One, not being able to hold it any longer, let loose sperm right before the middle of Miki's ecstatic orgasm.
Not the best of timing, but better than what could have happened. He fired fast, burst after burst, and felt her increasing her tempo to really ride him out fine and full, as Sunny too, behind him, was pumping away, her own juices drenching his finger, his ass and the table. Rocking together, he felt the magnificent feeling of being eroticized between two fine, fucking bodies as he continued his coming until he'd shot his wad. The girls kept on doing their thing, fucking hard and fine until the last. He was pleased to notice that Sunny's orgasms lasted about a minute longer than Miki's; for, after all, she was his girl, and that's the way it should be.
When it was over and done, Miki politely excused herself, after dressing, explaining that she had better see to her lover now. Billy laughed, wondering who the fuck that could be; he said that he hoped there'd be no jealousy involved. Miki said there wouldn't because she wouldn't tell him, but she'd better hurry up before he came looking for her, which would be a different thing entirely.
As she was opening the door to leave, he jocularly asked, "Hey, baby, who is the lucky dude who swings with you?"
He got a surprise, if not a jolt, when she replied, sweetly, "Takitoshi-san... for the past two years."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oh, Billy... you big, beautiful, black, super-swinging stud... drive me home, Billy... drive me right out of my mind.. . ! " Miriam Henderson was speaking. Billy hadn't even got into her yet. They were in her apartment, in her bedroom. She had one of these queen-sized American beds, with plenty of springs and thickness, lots of room to bounce the bodies upon. Pink silk sheets, too. A good color to go with her dark, dusky complexion; and, of course, plenty of stark contrast against his earth-dark skin.
They were sipping sake from the bottle, which she'd heated. like playing chug-a-lug with a bottle of beer. She would take a swig of sake, then pour some on his Number One and lick it off. He'd get in a gulp, then douse her pussy with a dose and slurp it up. He had it up, too.
Number One was stiff and straight, its long, lean length just ready for pushing in her pussy. She was toying with it, moving her ringers along its length, almost tapping out a rhythm in time with the record that was playing, by the Delphonics. They were a very "in" group with the New York blacks, and
Billy was wondering-just wondering, at this moment-whether Miriam had got the record just for his pleasure, whether to impress him that she was sufficiently hip on who blacks really dug, or whether there might be just a bit more than that to her apparent interest in things of black cultural interest
"Billy... what are you waiting for?"
"I'll be in when I'm ready."
"Well, for Malcolm's sake, you sure look ready enough to me!"
"Don't push it, baby, you know where I'm at, I'll be in when I'm in, you dig?"
She was pouting now, not liking to be feeling rebuffed. She leaned over and poured some sake on his chest, then got her tongue into his chest hairs and began to lick it off. He placed his fingers in her hair, twirled the strands around his fingertips. He was wondering why her hair had what he called a "nigger" texture, a little more coarse and thick, but still plenty lustrous, than most white chicks had.
Maybe she was; maybe she wasn't He'd find out for sure, this very evening.
Sunny was at work, and Billy had just picked up the phone, called Miriam, and said, "I'm coming over, I'll see you in twenty minutes."
Just like that.
He placed a hand over her right breast.
Her nipple was nicely erect, and he tweaked it with his thumb and forefinger. He heard her gasp with pleasure, felt her body tremble with anticipation. Her skin was silky smooth, with a thin patina of perspiration now forming. He began to rub her breast; he could hear her breathing change tempo moving from easy medium to fast break.
She stopped licking his chest, and moved her mouth against the back of his neck. She began to suck at the nape of his neck; and then moving her mouth, she started to lick and suck at his skin all over his shoulders. It was a different thing for her, and he noticed that she hadn't done that sort of thing before. He liked the way her tongue just moved right along, as if she was licking an ice cream cone. The pressure of her tongue against his skin was very strong, and very sensuous. He moved his other hand into her crotch. He began to diddle with her clitoris, playing with the stiff, small member between his fingers, almost shaking hands with it. With each movement, he could feel her skin tingle, her body shudder, and her breathing become faster and almost erratic. He wouldn't even touch her pussy this time; the only thing of his that would make contact, this session, would be nothing less than Number One itself.
Her tongue was slurping away at his skin and now her hands got busy, too. She got them down to his crotch, and began to massage his balls, rub-bing deftly and delicately against his scrotum. It gave him a thrill, almost a jolt, as he felt the sexual power she was giving him, the stimulation she was slipping him. His prick vibrated with eagerness. Shee-it, he thought, she really wants it so badly, I guess I'd better give it to her right now, 'cause I can't hold off much longer, either. But, first...
He socked it to her with the sake bottle.
He slipped it right against her pussy lips, holding it there for a few seconds so she could feel its largeness, then pushed it slowly but firmly inside, at least two inches of it, and began to jiggle it inside her cunt. She gasped, then let some juice slip loose so some of her liquid got inside the bottle, which only had a few inches of sake left in the bottom, anyway.
Then, he pulled out the bottle, held it against her lips, and said, softly, "Drink some of your own pussy juice, baby, then I'll give you plenty of Number One to hang on to, you dig?"
Her eyes registered, first surprise, then delight, as she clamped her lips over the bottle's mouth and slurped down a quick swig. From the way she licked her lips after drinking, he could tell she really liked it.
He got himself into a quarter-lotus position, and pulled her upright, facing him. She understood his playing Buddha, and accommodated herself to this particular position with little difficulty.
He placed his hands around her shoulders, and she got her hands around his waist, dropping down to get a firm grip on his ass. He slowly pulled her into him, so that, as he was sitting upright, almost motionless, she was moving into him, her cunt lips opening like a flower as his Number One jabbed against them, her muscles expanding to allow his erect prick entrance.
She moaned exquisitely as he entered her, inch by inch, a straight-ahead thrust that got him deep inside, ready to give her the works. Still, he didn't move; he let her body do the work, let her muscle do the moving, as she felt him over every square inch of her quivering, perspiring body.
He felt her huge boobs banging against his chest those hard nipples digging into his skin. He tightens his grip on her, pulled her closer; he felt her body respond, all movement and meaning, as he just stayed as still as he could and let her eager, quivering muscles make all the movements, and just the right ones at that. Now, she started coming.
Her orgasmic movements began, and her body began to shudder and vibrate against his. He could feel her vaginal muscles really stretching out to their limits, and her thick, lovely juice was now pouring out of her pussy and into his crotch and pubic hairs. His cock was starting to shake, too, her mus-cles really working it over, as the Delphonics continued their crying, almost chanting, song about some fouled-up chick who finally lays it on her lover that he's the dude she really wants, after all. Her orgasms were getting wilder and longer, her muscles yanking and pulling on Number One like a tightfisted bank teller. His balls were ready to burst, his prick as ready to explode like a Fourth of July firecracker. But still, he kept as unmoving as he could, in effect forcing her to do about 95% of the work. Some would have said that he was "making her sweat." They probably would have been right, Yet, as her exertions increased, he played his typical waiting game, and this time, timing things just right, he caught her just at the completion of an orgasm so she'd really have to sweat to get caught up, to get back with him again. He came in a glorious burst of sperm, staccato-style, each explosion a bit more powerful than its predecessor, and he could almost hear her cursing him out for getting her at such a bad moment. Her muscles went into action again, and as he fired his loads into her, his spurting sperm driving hard against her quivering membranes, her muscles responded, fighting back, joining him in that sexual joyride they both loved so much.
With Number One slowly coming to rest, she still showed no signs of stopping, her body pressed hard against his, her fingernails gripping his ass so hard she was almost drawing blood. Their sexual vibrations were shaking the bed, causing the springs to whine; but, he still kept himself erect and stiff-backed, while she was quivering and almost collapsing as if a jellyfish, not a woman, so much had he turned her on, so involved with his Number One was this crazy cunt, Miriam.
Slowly, their sexual union subsided, and their bodies began to come to rest. But, he stayed inside her, until she pulled herself away from him, got down in front of him, and began to lick the come juice off his cock, her tongue lapping, her lips slurping, in such a way that he really knew he'd turned her on the most.
"You're really hungry, baby, you know that?"
She stopped licking him long enough to say it. "Hungry for you, you big beautiful black buck."
He chuckled; yeah, she was really high on him, all right. No drug high, just a straight-ahead sex high. Right on.
"Listen, Billy, I just had a wonderful idea."
"Lay it on me, sweetheart."
"Let's send out for pizza."
Shee-it, he thought, what kind of motherfuckin' jive is this? Send out for pizza? Is she some kind of dumbass whitey bourgeois broad after all? Shee-it!
As if reading his mind, she hastily added, "It's Japanese pizza. I've had it before, it's really great." She paused, giving him a soulful stare. "Is that all right with you, Billy?"
"I guess," he said, unenthusiastically.
She edged toward the phone on the other side of the bed. She dialed a number, then he heard her speaking Japanese for a minute or so, and suddenly the conversation was over. It was the first time he'd heard her using the country's language, and she sure sounded as if she'd been talking that tongue all her life. But, what the hell, she worked at the Embassy, it was probably a requirement for her job in the first place. Nothing so unusual about that, considering the situation.
She crawled back toward him, and snuggled into his arms. He took hold of her tits and began to play with them, easy and gently. She wasn't a bad broad; and, of course, there was still Sunny, Number One with his Number One. Miriam was all right, a side order in a sumptuous restaurant; but Sunny was still the main meal, as far as Billy was concerned.
He was feeling her fingers playing with his prick when they heard the doorbell.
She quickly got out of bed and threw a robe around herself. He heard her saying something in Japanese to the delivery boy, then seconds later the front door was closed and locked.
But, she didn't come right back to bed yet
She went into the kitchen, and he could hear the clinking of cups, and other kitchen noises. He stretched, laying full on his back. What the fuck's she doing now? Is she going to sprinkle the pizza with soy sauce, maybe, or seaweed? Who knows? It was several minutes later before she returned, carrying a tray, which she put down on a table right by the bed. She'd made a pot of Japanese tea, plus she'd cut up the pizza and placed, it, in slices, on some delicate Japanese plates, arranging the slices in artistic Japanese visual style. Even in the darkened room, he could observe that
"Nice," he said, reaching for a slice. "But where's the chopsticks?"
"Silly," she giggled, "the Japanese don't eat everything with chopsticks!"
"I thought they did," he said, diddling her clit for a few seconds, "including pussy."
She laughed.
He took a bit of the pizza. He noticed that, as she'd said, it sure was Japanese pizza. Flavored with soy sauce, flecked with bean curd, and filled with bits of tempura, shrimp, and Japanese beef, it was very tasty, indeed.
He munched down the slice, licking his lips when he was finished. Then, he reminded her that the music had stopped, and he'd like to hear some more soul sounds, if she'd take care of that end of the business. She kissed him lovingly on the cock, then got up and fiddled with the stereo. As she climbed back into bed with him, he almost jumped up with excitement, for she'd slipped on Isaac Hayes' lusty score from the movie Shaft, and the sounds were really grooving, really hitting him where he lived.
"Far-fucking-out!" he complimented her.
"I knew you'd dig it, lover," she said, handing him another slice of pizza. He wolfed it down, and followed it with a cup of Japanese tea. She'd made the tea well, it was subtle and light, just the way it should be.
She was munching pizza, too, but only with one hand. Her other hand was busy playing with his prick, doing its best to get Number One pointing toward the sun again. He could feel her fingers drum-ming out the rhythms of the soulful music on his dick, so he reached over a hand, and began to play with her clit, at the same time getting a fast finger past her pussy lips and just inside her cunt, feeling a touch of wetness beginning there as his finger began its passionate probing, just to make sure he got her good and hot first. Then, he got another idea.
"How'd you like a submarine sandwich?" he asked her.
"Sounds cool, tell me more."
"I'll show you first."
He reached for a piece of pizza.
Then, he removed her hand from his cock, and wrapped the slice of pizza around it, as if it was some kind of edible condom. He could feel the smooth sticky warmth of the pizza, and, as he placed it in her hand, he said, simply, "Eat me, baby."
She giggled in approval.
She bent her head over, and got her head right down to where his dick was at. She took hold of his scrotum, lifting Number One slightly skyward, and then she moved her lucious mouth, opened her pouting lips, and started munching his Number One submarine sandwich.
What he meant by submarine sandwich, of course, was that she had to submerge, to go down to get it.
He could feel her teeth tearing apart the pizza from his prick, and her tongue was lapping up the residue right off his foreskin. His prick began to erect, and he felt those good vibrations running throughout his nervous system again. She felt him getting hard, and she got more stimulated herself, as she began to finger his scrotum and slurp away at the remains of the pizza still wrapped around his main member.
He poured himself another cup of tea.
He just lay back, sipping tea, feeling Miriam doing her thing with his Number One. She was munching and crunching away, like a girl doing a commercial about how goddam good this brand of frozen pizza was, compared to all the other competitors. Well, he knew he had the Number One brand, no jive about that.
She was lapping away at his pubic hairs now, since she'd eaten all the pizza by this time. She was tasting a far-out mixture of pizza, tea, sweat, and maybe a few drops of sperm that might have inadvertently leaked out, due to her ministrations. Well, anyway, she was eating him real fine, and good old Number One was getting pretty hard, pretty long and strong.
He reached for a slice of pizza.
But, before he brought it to his mouth, he daubed it on her breasts, reaching under her, just as she was finishing up eating him, and sort of coming up for air. He got some of her tit juice on it, put it into his mouth, and munched happily away. Good fucking pizza; should lead to a good fucking time pretty fucking quick.
He washed it down with more tea.
Her eyes were really glowing like hot coals when she looked at him this time.
She didn't have to say a word; he knew exactly I what she wanted.
But, in his mind was something he wanted to check out, to verify, to get straight between them. And, with her pretty well sexed up, pretty well stimulated to really lay on some superspecial loving, he was damn sure going to get the right answer.
Or else.
"You really want it bad, don't you, baby?" She nodded, licking her lips.
"You want me to give it to you right now, right?" Her eyes said, "Yes."
"Then lie down on your back, and spread your legs wide, cause we're gonna do it straight up and down, the real basic way, you dig? like, the blues is the most basic thing in music, so we're gonna fuck the straight ahead, straight up and down way this time. Basic Black-you dig?"
From the strange, convoluted look that suddenly appeared in her eyes, the twitch of strangeness that suddenly came on with her expression, he knew he'd touched a sensitive nerve. Well, about time; if what he figured was right, time she owned up to it, with no more deception and jiving around.
His man Isaac was really laying down some strong, soulful lyrics to that Shaft music in the background. He could feel his toes twitching with the convulsive, driving rhythms, Good choice, he thought, Shaft is what she's gonna get, one way or the other -and both ways if she's lucky.
She began to spread her body in the shape of an X as he'd demanded. Her breasts bobbed in time to the music, her crotch lifted slightly forward, as she just lay there, looking at Number One. He was pretty well erect now; all he had to do was to drop on her like a dive bomber and just slip himself inside like a submarine. In and out, up and down- then, the big score, the main sexual scene.
Slowly, he lowered himself toward her so the tip of his prick was just about an inch away from her pussy, its pubic hairs already damp with anticipa-
But, he didn't try to stick it into her. Not yet
Instead, he lowered himself so the tip of his prick made contact with the tip of her clitoris.
He began to move, to rub her clit with deft rhythmic motions, so that she began to shudder and shake like a strong wind was blowing her about. He kept on moving, watching her, observing the movements of her succulent flesh as she felt those wild electric shocks coursing through her. In her mind, she was screaming for him to sock it to her and those crazy sounds she was making from deep in her throat, the way her tongue was slipping out and lapping at the edges of her lips... well, he knew she was getting the main message now, and it was just about the right time to put the message he wanted to ask her right to her.
But he waited; he diddled her for a few more minutes noticing the perspiration content increasing on her lovely dark skin, feeling his own sweat glands coming on almost the same way.
Then when he was sure she really wanted it, he said, "Want it now, Miriam?"
"Uh-huh... you know it, baby..."
"I dig it, baby, but you gotta tell me something first"
"Huh?"
"I mean, I gotta know something, and you gotta give me the right answer, all truth and soul, no jivin' and shuckin', you dig?"
"No... I don't dig... what you mean... what you want..."
He noticed that her previously precise inflections, that impeccable English, was suddenly sounding more "soulful," more down home than before. He suddenly stopped messing with her clit, pulled his prick away; he looked her right in the eyes, then he said, coldly, almost cruelly, "All right now, lets have it... are you passing, or not?"
She sucked in her breath, and fear crept into her eyes. She gulped several times, but didn't answer. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out, either.
He sighed, changed his position. He swung Number One at her face, and smacked her on the lips. Then, he smacked her on the cheeks a couple of times, whack, whack, leaving red marks where he'd hit her. She started to cry, tears dripped from her eyes. He placed his prick against her lips, and watched her lass it, her lips open and her tongue get out to take a small suck of it.
He let her lap it for a few seconds, then withdrew it as fast as he'd brought it there. He said, with great firmness, "Now, are you going to answer my question, or not?"
"Uh... just give me... a few more minutes..."
"Fuck that shit, sweetheart, I'm gonna give you this!"
He positioned himself above her again, and came down on her, very strong, hitting her in the crotch with the impact of a dropped brick. His prick came right inside, a cleat hit. She shuddered, feeling him violate her, entering her so violently. He thrust deep inside her, and she felt him really driving inside her like a dentist's drill, and he felt her pussy muscles really start to respond.
He bit her, hard on the ear, and almost shouted, "Bitch... listen to me! Are you a white chick, or a black sister? Now answer me straight, you hear?" Meaningful pause. "Or else I'm pulling out of this deal, out of your honey-sweet cunt, I'm slipping on my duds and I'm splitting for good. You dig?"
For emphasis, he gave her a savage jab in the cunt, then slowly started to pull out, inch by inch.
"No!"
It was a scream, high-pitched well beyond her normal vocal register, and it jarred his ears. He was amazed she could shriek that high; he heard the word, loud and clear, over Isaac's vocalizing.
"No what?" Pause. "You mean, you're white?"
"No... I'm blackT She gulped, then added, "I'm a sister, I been passin'... yeah, you read me right, main man. "
He slipped all the way back inside her again.
He let her tell him the story, in as few words as possible. A lot of shit about both prejudice in the State Department, then the usual "token" thing suddenly coming up, so they needed a black chick, but they'd settle for a white girl who only 'looked" black. A lot of strange shit really going down, but that was her story, only it seems that Billy had come on as such a cool, black dude, just the kind of lover man she'd always wanted to dig, that she'd kind of flipped right out over him, sideburns, mustache, boss threads and all.
He nodded, beginning to understand all the crap she must have had to swallow to lay her hot little hands on such a plush job, and now the guilt welling up in her guts to playing the "passing" game. Especially with him.
"It's all right, baby, I dig what you been going through," he reassured her. "Now, we'll just keep that our little secret from the outside world, you dig?" Only, when were together, we live black, we love black. Got that now?"
She thrust her breasts against his chest, her taut nipples sticking into his skin like two small-caliber revolvers. She gulped out, "I dig, Billy, you can be my Superfly anytime I"
He grinned. She was hip to the latest flicks, all right. Probably hadn't even seen it yet, just read all about it somewhere. Cool chick; he might have some use for her later, too. Maybe she could help him do some business to put some bread in his pocket.
But, for the moment, he had other things in mind. He began to move and groove inside her, Number One getting right down to serious business. He felt her cunt responding, and she began to go into orgasm right away, as if she'd been holding back, waiting for the exact right time. like now.
Giving it to her straight and solid, listening to Isaac Hayes laying down those solid lyrics from Shaft, he really began to put some fine feeling into his fucking. He brought her to a fever pitch, feeling her body shuddering through each orgasmic climax, his prick driving her on to more and better comings, He felt each liquid explosion turning him on, his own sperm backing up in his balls, his prick twitching with eagerness to blast off its lovely liquid load. In the middle, really high, was where he caught her.
He exploded as if spearing fish, his cock twitching and his staccato style really catching her hard, each blast a little more telling than the one before. He practically poured her into the mattress like a piece of meat as she screamed into his ears and bit on his earlobes and got her tough little fingernails into the small of his back, while he continued to pound her pussy with his prick until he started running out of steam.
Passing?
Not any more.
Not with him, anyway.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Miki like dickie?"
"Miki like your dickie, Billy-san."
Oh yes.
Just what it sounds like.
Billy was now making it with Miki. Miki, friend of Sunny, mistress of Takitoshi. Right in Miki's place, a small house in the suburbs she shared with Keiko. But Keiko was out;, it was Miki's night off, and Sunny was working. And, Billy had been thinking of a plan, a way to make it with Miki, get her turned on to his sexual scene, then use her to lift some loot off that fat Jap fingerfucker, Takitoshi.
Right on!
He was fucking her right in the shrine. That is, the corner of the house usually devoted to the household deity, some god or goddess of something or other, loosely associated with the Japanese nature-worshipping religion called Shinto, in this case, Billy had temporarily removed the ugly-looking god statue from its receptacle, and had himself backed into that corner, squatting benevolently and Buddhalike, while Miki was kneeling prostrate in front of him, her lips less than an inch from his Number One which she was now sprinkling with soy sauce.
Billy grinned as Miki sprinkled drop after drop of soy sauce on his prick. It hadn't yet started to get hard, but he had no doubt it would very shordy, as soon as Miki's talented tongue got in contact with it
She was a sweet cunt, he thought; just because she was Sunny's friend, and had been along to the big birthday party special, she'd consented to this special sex session. Just like a "friend." Some friend, all right; it sure, so far, was paying to know Sunnys friends, especially if they were female.
The soy sauce didn't burn, but he could feel its tangy presence, especially when she got a few fat drops right on his tip.
She put the bottle down, and moved her face closer.
Her tongue slipped out, short and pink, but very flexible and supple. The tip of her tongue touched the tip of his prick so gently, that he had to have her hit him a second time before he could even notice she was there. She began to lick his dick, her tongue lapping gently against the tip, evaporating the soy sauce like a fresh wind. He could feel her tongue moving forward now, right past the tip, lick by lick, along the glans, and gently easing the foreskin back as she did so.
She lapped him so softly it was like the rustle of leaves, the touch of a flower petal. She was so subtle that the hackles on his skin began to rise, and he, for a change, began to feel gooseflesh breaking out all over. Not that she was better than Sunny; but, she was just a fraction of a percentage point away from his present cunt's technique.
Though, he much preferred Sunny's more buxom, more sexually compact figure, of course. Miki was nice, but too thin, too titless, compared to Sunny.
Still, it was Takitoshi he really wanted to screw, not Miki so much. She was simply the means to the end, and that was it.
She had reached his pubic hairs now.
She was practically combing them with her tongue, as she licked happily away, massaging that tender area around his scrotum. Her tongue began to slip around his scrotum itself, and he felt his balls trembling in their sockets. He had to admit it; she really had a fantastic touch.
He was even beginning to perspire with desire; and that usually didn't happen quite this fast.
He reached down, ran his fingers along the nape of her neck, rubbed her short hair along her head. He heard her making some soft, humming sounds in her throat, and he was sure she was getting as turned on as he was.
He breathed deeply of the burning incense in her room. There was no music, but plenty of incense, as if in worship of her household god. It was a sensuous aroma, a different brand from Sunny's, but very fine to sniff, nevertheless.
Number One was responding to Miki's tongue.
It was rising like a balloon just filled with helium, it's erect presence beginning to stick out straight ahead. As her tongue began its return journey, he could feel the energy being expanded, the power of his prick becoming hard. When Miki had finished her tongue trip, his penis was really ready for action.
But, she wasn't finished giving him head yet. No, not by a long shot.
Of course, much as he wanted her to get right down to sucking him, he had some sucking of his own he wanted to do first
He told her to squat, like himself, right in front of him. Then, he sprinkled soy sauce on her breasts, letting a few drops slide down her flat stomach. Finally, he doused her pubic hairs and poured the remainder of the bottle right inside her soft, steaming cunt, sticking the neck of the bottle itself right in there. As he did so, he could feel her pussy lips part with no difficulty at all, and as he watched her luminous brown eyes, he could see them grow wider, as if amazed that he was doing what he was doing to her, and damn well approving, too.
When he finished, he dropped the now-empty bottle on the tatami mat, after first capping it up, not wanting to spill even the few drops left. Then he reached forward and began to lick the cleft between her breasts. She shuddered as she felt the strong pressure of his tongue, and he could feel her goose-pimples breaking out on her skin this time as he licked merrily away, feeling her breasts on either side beginning to respond.
He moved to her right breast next
Her nipple was pretty well erect, hard and firm as a baby's finger. He moved his tongue all along her boob, from nipple to base, feeling her tit quiver and grow under his educated tongue. He did the same with her left, then moved back to her right to place most of her medium-sized breast inside his mouth, Where his tongue continued making contact with her nipple and his mouth membranes sucked sensuously at her breast itself.
Strange, sing-sing sounds were now coming from her throat as he did the same with her left breast.
He could tell he was turning her on, no mistake about that; no, none at all.
He finished with her top, and went down toward her bottom-her pussy.
First, he rubbed his nose against her tiny, but taut clit, feeling her body respond instantaneously. She put her fingers into his hair, rubbing gently at his curly, thick mop, and rubbing her fingers along his sideburns as well. While he, still nosing her clit, began to slip his tongue inside her pussy lips.
She let out a little cry of joy as his tongue made its initial penetration. He began licking away, his tongue darting like a hungry snake, touching every bit of her soft membranes as it could encounter.
Then, he got his lips firmly clamped against hers, and began to suck, good and strong, using his teeth whenever he felt it was necessary or appropriate, sucking and nosing and licking and biting, really eating her pussy like dessert, gulping down her sweet bodily fluids like washing down the meal with fine wine.
Her hands were really rubbing wildly away at his head, and he was gorging himself on her pussy as he munched and crunched his way home.
He could feel Number One approving of his every movement, for it was just about as stiff now as it was ever going to get.
However, as he finally pulled his mouth away her muff, he still had one more trick bag to work out before he was ready for the fine fucking he expected. The cigar trick.
He reached for his box of cigars, placed nearby, and lit one up. He took a few puffs, enjoying the subtle aroma of the Japanese cigar, then, waving it in front of Miki like a baton, he told her to be cool and not get in a sweat about what he was going to do next, he had everything under control...
And he slipped it right inside her pussy.
She gasped; then, as she became accustomed to the feel of the long black cylinder there, he told her to just think of it as a substitute Number One, and to fuck it as if it would fuck her right back.
To emphasize his point, he placed his forefinger against her erect clit, and began to diddle it, to get her properly stimulated. She giggled, feeling the powerful pressure of his finger, and her muscles began to tighten upon the cigar, naturally causing it to glow red and smoke to come puffing from her cunt.
"Right on, Miki!" Billy congratulated her, as she began to "puff" the cigar, sending red ashes glowing and thick white clouds of smoke in the air, intermingling with the heady aroma of the still-burning incense.
As he kept on manipulating her clit, he could see her face becoming ecstatic in its expression, her eyes as wide as saucers. Her entire body was trembling, as she began to become sexually involved in the pleasures of what she was doing. She began to go into orgasm, and her body really began to shiver and shake, her mouth emitted strange cries and howls as the cigar was really glowing red and puffing like a locomotive.
As for Billy, his Number One was ready and steady as a piece of solid steel. He was going to, as they say, strike when the iron was hot. But his tool was cool; supercool, but ready.
He took his finger away from her clit.
He removed the cigar from her cunt.
It was, of course, still glowing strong. He placed it against his lips and took a taste; her pussy juice permeated the tobacco just right, and as he puffed a few puffs, he could also still smell the incense permeating the room as well.
What a far-out feeling!
He told Miki to move in closer; it was time to fuck.
As he put out the cigar in a handy ashtray, she moved her sweet, sensuous body next to him, and began to shift her crotch so her pussy was just a fraction of an inch from his prick. She placed her hands around his waist, and he took hold of her shoulders. Together, they began to get together.
She pulled him, he pulled her.
Number One began to get into her like a fast freight entering a long dark tunnel. She could feel him coming right along, straight ahead. And, he could feel her well-lubricated pussy parting its lips, opening its membranes, and allowing him passage.
Now, he was all the way in.
Her boobs were bouncing against his chest, and those taut nipples were digging right in, rubbing nicely against his skin. She was tall enough to nibble at his earlobes from their position, and her tongue also began to snake inside his ears and massage him there. He chuckled; like Sunny, she had her subtle tricks, too. Love those Japanese ladies, all the way!
Her haunches were nestling next to his now.
He began to pump her, ramming his dick harder and harder against her delicate membranes. She was really coming now, the pussy juice gushing out of her hole, drenching both of them in the crotch. He got his navel up against her clit, and began to do some more tasty manipulation. She was really doing the moaning bit now, her voice choked with passion, as he kept on ramming himself inside her, getting her plenty hot and bothered, really ready for some fine fantastic fucking.
She was gasping, almost crying for relief, her cunt churning wildly as she went into orgasm after orgasm. But Billy held on, waiting for that magic moment, wanting to sock it to her just right and tight
Then... it was there....
She was approaching the crest of one of her sexual waves, and he couldn't wait any longer, anyway, so he let himself loose.
He fired off his rounds.
With such impact that, though still holding her tightly, he could feel the impact of his own explosions rocking her delicate body. She had a firm grip around his waist, and his sperm blasted loose inside her, burst after burst. With each ejaculation, she grunted in deep satisfaction, and kept her pussy prattling for more, ever more.
Finally, it all stopped, as it had to sooner or later, and the sexual tension gradually subsided, like the tide going out at long last They slowly, gradually released each other. They looked at each other; he could tell, by the soft glow in her eyes, that she had really liked it, too.
He had her lie down on the tatami mat, and he lay right next to her.
"Was that cool, Miki?"
"Very nice, Billy-san."
"Better than Takitoshi?"
He had thrown her a fast curve, and she hesitated, before replying, delicately, "Well, you much younger man than my employer. But you both nice. You different, that all." She paused, as if thinking things over some more, then added, "You faster, that for sure. More inventive, too. But, I like you both. And, I like you just now. You understand?"
In like sin, he thought, a cool reply to a cool guy.
Then he began to whisper in her ear.
He told her some things he was planning, and told her that he'd appreciate her help. As he told it to her, he needed some money to finance a new business venture, and what he wanted her to do was to convince her boss, Takitoshi, that he should dip into his vast loot and lend Billy some bread to complete the deal. He didn't go into too many details, just the broad bruslistrokes of an idea. But, when he was finished-after promising Miki some more imaginative fucking, first chance he got-he was pretty sure he had her convinced that it would be all right to help him out by putting a few well-chosen words into Takitoshi's ears.
Time passed.
He told her he had to pick up Sunny pretty soon, so he'd better be going.
Not too surprisingly, she asked if she could "ride along." And, not too surprisingly either, he said, "okay."
He knew what she wanted-some double-fucking, and he was fairly certain Sunny wouldn't mind, either. Especially when he told her that Miki was going to do both of them a favor, interceding with Takitoshi for some heavy bread, which of course would benefit both of them.
They got dressed.
Without taking a shower. Not for now. Not when they would really need to take one later.
He drove her in Sunny's car to the Club, where Sunny was waiting. He left the car in the parking lot, leaving Miki inside; he didn't want Takitoshi spotting her with him, nor Sunny either, at least not at first. Sunny was waiting in the lobby, as usual, and as he led her to the car, he told her that Miki was there, and why. She didn't seem to mind, especially when he emphasized that it was most important to his personal sense of values to be able to bring in some big bread on his own, and all that Horatio Alger shit.
Miki was sitting in the back seat as they entered, and the two girls exchanged friendly greetings. As far as Billy could tell, there seemed to be nothing but the greatest of good feelings between them, no incipient jealousy about to break out like a brush fire, or anything like that.
He drove slowly, thinking, planning, wanting to set things up for both of them just right.
They arrived at the apartment, after parking the car just around the corner. Sunny got some incense going, and brewed some fine Japanese tea for all three. They sat around and sipped tea, doing nothing for the moment, while Billy still kept thinking of a good way to fuck both of them and then get them involved in his plan.
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.
Of course!
That old standby-the Japanese bath.
Excusing himself, he hustled down the hall to check things out. As he'd figured, at that early hour in the morning, no line waiting, no body waiting at all.
So, in hardly any time at all, he'd hustled both girls into the bathroom, and all three were showering with some brand-new soap he'd bought, which smelled like a far-out combination of aphrodisiac and orchids, a most potent nostril-filler indeed.
Sunny was soaping him down in front, her nimble fingers working over his crotch area, while Miki was washing him down backside. He was slipping some soap-filled hands around whatever he could, patting Sunny's ass and pulling her tits against his chest whenever possible, and slipping his hands around his rear to try and sock it to Miki in the cunt area.
The warm shower was most soothing, most relaxing to the muscles, and Billy was feeling pretty good, enjoying the rich soapsuds, so starkly white against the dark brown of his body as the girls soaped him down most expertly. His prick was beginning to come alive again, and from the closeness of the girl's bodies, he could tell they weren't exactly hesitant about making it all together, either.
Sunny was really soaping Number One, her expert fingers smoothly stroking his scrotum, scrubbing away at his foreskin and really clustering his pubic hairs with thick soapsuds. Number One was getting right up there, and he didn't think he'd be able to make it into the actual tub itself without getting some fine fucking first, right in the shower.
Well, why not?
Why fuck around? Or, rather, why not fuck around?
"like now, Sunny, what do you say?"
"Whatever you like, Billy-san."
"How about you, Miki?"
"Sunyo say it for me too, Billy-san." He chuckled appreciatively.
He told them to drop the soap, he had a different game to play. As soon as they'd tossed the bars of soap aside, he told them the way he wanted to play his sexual game, sandwich-style. Only, this time, standing up.
They nodded approvingly.
Of course, after fucking Miki just a while ago- he'd told her to keep quiet about that, just make believe they'd had a "business" get-together about the Takitoshi business deal he'd mentioned-he certainly would rather make it with Sunny first. Miki would understand; but, he wasn't so sure Sunny would, if he did it the other way around.
So, Sunny stayed front, while he told Miki to grab him around the shoulders and hold on for dear life, 'cause he was really going to lay it on her in a wholly different way, this time around.
As Miki did what he wanted, he slipped his left hand around and began to diddle her clit, feeling the erectile organ respond at once. While he did this, he had Sunny get hold of him around his waist, and told her to pull herself onto him, for his cock was rock-hard now.
They were all three still under the shower, letting the warm water ooze all over them. It was washing most of the soapsuds away, but the pleasant odor remained in their nostrils, and it would soon be replaced, or at least added to, by the sweeter smell of sex.
With his free hand, Billy began to pat Sunny's sweet ass as she started to push her cunt against his cock. He also moved his forefinger on the other hand against Miki's cunt, finding she was sufficiently lubricated, from a variety of sources, so that his finger gained its entrance most smoothly and swiftly.
He was actually into Miki first, and then, concentrating on Sunny in front, he began to stab her, pushing his penis against her pussy lips, feeling them expand and open up her inner membranes to allow him unrestricted passage. He felt her tight little box really stretching itself out for him, and soon, he was nestled as snugly and tightly inside her as a finger in a glove.
With both girls holding on tight, and the water still running, everyone concerned was feeling, as Bilhe Holiday used to sing, "fine and mellow."
And, he was going to fuck both of them just so fine and mellow, too, like the fine and mellow fellow he was.
As his prick began to work around inside Sunny, so also, at the same time, did his finger start taking care of serious business with Miki's pretty pussy.
He could feel both girls tightening their grips on him, and Miki was moving her fingertips around his Adam's apple and tickling him under the chin, while Sunny was massaging his lower spine and upper waist. He continued with his hold on Sunny's sweet ass, alternating patting and pressing, feeling her entire body jammed tightly against him, as was Miki's too. Both girls had their lovely boobs pressed nice and tight against his flesh, and Miki was doing some strange, sensual movements against his spine, his vertebrae, that was really causing him some beautiful sensations indeed.
Abruptly, he glanced down at his feet, as best as he could. It was a bit slippery, from all the soapy water; but, he noticed that they were keeping pretty well together, so the least he could do was keep his feet firmly planted there, too. Or, as he remembered Melvin can Peebles saying in a diffrent context, in his movie Sweet Sweetback, "Feet, do your thing."
Though, Billy put it into words this way, "Number One, do your thing and your big number for these sweet Japanese chicks, like you always do."
He could feel Miki's membranes really erupting now, clutching at his finger with almost enough strength to break it off. As for Sunny, her cunt was twitching as if attached to an electric wire, and as far as he was concerned, he was pumping at least 10,000 volts worth of sexual electricity into her with the aid of Number One, while feeling her big boobs braced against his chest, carving out concave cavities in that very same black hairy chest.
Both girls were crying for him to get with it. He could hear their voices over the sound of the shower, Miki's lower and deeper, Sunny's higher and softer, both of course saying many things in Japanese that he couldn't understand. But, among the words he could understand, "utsukushii" and "hai" were two of them, and he knew all too well what they meant.
He could feel his balls buckling in that old familiar situation again, and his cock was stretched out like a piece of stiff rope, ready to burst loose at any second. Now he had to be cool and careful, to time things just right so that both girls got their jollies just right. Or, at least, so the Sunny got hers first.
On the other hand, thinking further, since he really wanted Miki to do many things for him, in connection with Takitoshi, maybe he should sock her quicker and more groovy first. Yet, on the other hand again, he needed Sunny's understanding as well as her cooperation to keep Miki interested in
"setting up" her boss. Though Miki didn't know it was going to be a setup yet, and hopefully wouldn't find out until after the dirty deed was done.
Oh, shove all that deep thinking shit, Billy baby- just fuck these cunts right now, and quit screwing around with other things! You dig?
He put his attention span back to the girls.
Miki seemed to be coming harder and quicker than Sunny, her body arching and wrenching at his fingers, her juices really coming out in such quick bursts that seemed very similar to Billy's own style of making it. Sunny, meanwhile, was going for longer orgasms and greater and more sustained "highs," keeping at peak level for longer amounts of time. And, Billy was doing his best to give it to them both right at the same time, as if he had two Number Ones on hand and not merely one.
Finally, it was a matter of sheer physical stress; he just couldn't wait any longer, so he came when he had to, and that was that.
He caught Sunny just at the bottom, at the valley, so to speak, and she really had to start struggling to catch up with him. As for Miki, she was somewhere in the middle, not at the highest peak but well above the lowest valley, sexually speaking, and it was far easier to manipulate her orgasmic thrusts with his finger than his cock. So he was getting Miki going all right, gradually goosing her on to bigger and better things, while he really had to sweat and strain to keep his ejaculations going long and strong enough to allow Sunny a chance to catch up with him and where he was at.
But, Sunny knew his movements and moods pretty well by now, and by a strenuous effort of severe Oriental, almost Zen-like discipline, she forced herself to catch up just to ride him out on the last few bursts of sperm Billy was knocking out, jolt after jolt.
With the warm water still splashing down on all of them, prickling their skins with its steady beat and spray, Billy let his cock talk as long as it could before having to become quiet again, at the same time using his finger, so no complaints could be heard from the backseat.
Slowly, and most reluctantly, all three relaxed their sexual efforts and, feeling rather tired, all just slithered to the floor and lay there, piled on top of each other-now really like a "sandwich"-while the water poured over them and they could simply clutch and touch each other, recovering their strength on their own time and terms.
It was, naturally, Billy who got back together first.
And, he said to them, "Listen, when you get yourself together, we'll go into the water, and then we'll do it again, you dig?"
The girls giggled at the thought, but from their touch, he knew they were just as eager as he was.
He continued, "Then I'll tell you more about my plan to get myself established in my own little business, you dig? It's just got to be done right, and you're both going to help me, right?"
Sunny whispered into his ear, "Right on, Billy-san."
Miki said, aloud, "I help you get right in anytime, Billy-san."
"Utsukushii" he said, taking both of them by the hand, and, half-standing, half-stumbling, began to lead them toward the bath.
To which they replied, almost in unison, "Hai."
CHAPTER NINE
"Billy, what's the big deal? You never took me out to dinner before."
"I took you to Soul City, didn't I, black girl?"
"Sure, but that was just a coffee house! I mean, this place is a Russian restaurant, a real plush place..."
He interrupted her by reaching quickly under the table and giving her snatch a good, hard squeeze, as if to tell her to knock off the jive, and just sit back and enjoy herself. As he slipped his hand underneath her miniskirt, he wasn't surprised to notice she wasn't wearing any panties, so he got a couple of fingers full right away. And, she was wet, too! He diddled her clit a few times, then probed inside her pussy with that long, strong forefinger of his, and she almost choked on her cheese blintz, the one she was just starting to swallow.
But she got the message, quickly gulped down some hot Russian tea from the samovar on their table, and sat there silently while he said, "It's not a Communist restaurant, they're not gonna nationalize your pussy." He paused, releasing her pussy, and putting his hand back on top of the table. "But I might."
She laughed appreciatively, while he dipped into his borscht for a savory mouthful. Then, he said, "I brought you here for a reason, maybe two. Look around. Notice all these white chicks hanging around, you know, talking to those Japanese businessmen-type dudes? And I don't mean just in the cocktail lounge, either."
She glanced around; she saw what he meant.
"That is strange," she said. Then, she began to understand, as she added, "Billy... do you mean to tell me that those girls... are engaged in..."
"Fucking for bread, baby," he finished the sentence for her. "Or, in your bourgeois brand of language... prostitution."
"But... how... why..."
"Ain't no big deal, Miriam. I know the owner of this place, and he just does this sort of shit on the side. He told me a lot of his Japanese customers have a thing about Western women, just like a lot of guys dig Oriental girls." He smiled inwardly as he said that. "So, he figured if he didn't take care of his customers, some other business dude would. And since he's got contacts with a lot of foreigners who five here, he just got himself set up to supply the dessert along with the main course."
She sighed, saying, "What some people will do for money."
"Yeah," he said. Then, he added, "Now that you've seen how one dude pulls in the bread, finish your dinner, 'cause we got some things to talk about later. I mean, some possible business that might be fat city for both of us."
She gave him a sharp, piercing look, and said, with a nasty edge in her voice, "If you are thinking of making me..."
"Right on!" he interrupted her, on purpose, then quickly continuing with, "No, sweetheart, no way. I ain't putting your ass out on the street, if that's what you mean. I'll make you for me, not some other dumbass dude just 'cause he's got big bread in his pocket." He paused, and reached beneath the table again, giving her another two fingers of action right in her snatch. "What I got in my pocket is what you want, anyway, and I know you dig it the most, Miriam. I know."
From the way her pussy twitched in response, and from the way her juices began to flow a little so his finger was wet when he withdrew it, she damn well knew it, too.
They finished their dinner.
When the check came, Billy whispered some words to the waiter. He bowed, departing briefly. When he returned, he showed the bill to Billy, and Billy held it up to Miriam so she, too, could see that the bill had been marked "Paid." He nodded, and left the waiter a generous tip as they left.
"It pays to have friends, doesn't it, Billy?" she said, winking slyly at him.
"It sure does, as long as they pay," he replied, laconically, patting her on the ass as they got into Sunny's car (who was, again, and conveniently, at work).
They drove to Miriam's place, and, as usual, the doorman, after giving the customary bow of greeting to them, paid no further attention. Billy figured Miriam must be tipping him heavy, to have him look the other way on her sex life. Or else she was letting the old Jap get a taste on the side. Who knows? Well, who cares?
They settled down on the sofa.
Miriam got some sounds on the stereo, and Billy was slightly surprised to hear the ensemble shout of the Basie band come winging out of the speakers. Shee-it, he thought, I ain't heard the Count for years, wonder if he's still around, thought he'd retired on his royalties by now. He listened to the famous arrangement of April In Paris and the Count's well-known "One more once" to announce another final chorus. Well, if Miriam wanted to get into a "romantic" mood with songs like that, fine with him, make things all that much easier to manipulate her mind toward the business deal he had in mind.
She was now in the kitchen, getting something for them to drink. As he took off his jacket and shirt, thus becoming temporarily topless, he shouted, "Hey, Miriam, what part of Detroit did you say you're from?"
From her reply, he knew that was a rather affluent suburb, as he had figured. Sure, her parents must have bread; she didn't need her Embassy job, even, but he guessed she was one of the independent rich cunts who also wanted a career, that kind of shit.
She came back, wearing a purple kimono that really took his breath away for a few fast seconds. It was cut to just above the knees, and the way she'd fastened the obi around, it left plenty of her breastworks peeping out, her cleft looking as if it would just fit exactly the contours of his cock. As she sat down beside him on the sofa, she handed him a cup of steaming black coffee, with a thick cluster of whipped cream on top.
"I didn't want that much head," he criticized, staring sourly at the cream.
"Taste it first before you complain," she replied, sipping her own.
He did.
It was even more heavily laced with cognac; very fine, very expensive cognac. But, as he took a savory gulp...
He suddenly discovered that she had very quickly unzipped his fly, and was busily engaged in giving him a different kind of "head." As if she'd taken his previous comment to heart. And, she'd first dipped his cock into the whipped cream, with just a touch of the tip into the hot coffee itself, so he rather quickly noticed what she was into.
"Far-fucking-out," was all he could say, for the moment, as her tongue lapped away at Number One, licking off the thick white cream and causing some other kind of cream to start forming back in his balls.
The band was into Jumping at the Woodside now, an old Basie riff, and she began to work out on his prick in fairly close time to the fast jump tune. She was kneeling in front of him now, and he was rubbing his hands through her lustrous hair as her talented tongue really moved right along, slurping especially hard in his curly pubic hairs.
He could feel his member getting stiffer.
He moved one hand down, as best he could, so he could play with her titties. He touched one, and he could tell the nipple was getting erect faster than his prick. He tweaked the nipple, feeling it respond; he rubbed the breast, feeling the skin textures change with each touch. He began to rub the cleft, and he could hear her breathing increasing in tempo as she continued sucking and licking away, for now her lips had enveloped the tip of Number One and were busily engaged in bringing it all the way back into her throat.
"I got a business idea I want to talk to you about," he said, nonchalantly, knowing she could hardly say anything in opposition at this particular moment.
As she mumbled something in her throat, he continued, "If I ever go back to New York, I want to go back with a lot of loot, because I'll sure as shit need it when I do. And anyway, while I'm in Japan, I want to make some big bread for myself as an independent businessman, you dig? I ain't gonna work for no other people and let them make money off me, no way."
She seemed to nod her head in agreement. Or was that just a necessary reflex motion so she could get some more of Number One in her mouth? He could feel that it was digging right into her throat as it was, and the way her moist mouth membranes were enveloping it, he could feel those erection vibrations commencing full speed.
"So, I figure this way, there's a lot of us soul brothers and sisters hanging around this country now, especially this Tokyo town. So, maybe if you and I, we got it together and opened a club, I mean a real down home soul scene type of club..."
She was really mouthing him now, and his cock was getting just about as stiff as a club as she continued working away. He could feel his balls buckling in his scrotum in that old familiar way, and his foreskin was pretty well peeled back by now. He wondered if she really wanted him to come right in her mouth or not. Well, it didn't much matter, because that was just about what he was going to do, anyway, if she didn't have enough sense to take him out in time first.
He continued to twiddle with her tits, feeling that fine breastwork responding, her skin becoming slightly damp with perspiration. He took his hand from her head and picked up his coffee cup. He sipped some more, licking the last of the cream from the top and letting the coffee and cognac trickle down his throat. Mmmmmm, that stuff sure was good. One thing about Miriam; when she took care of you, you sure went first class.
He wished he could reach down and give her clitoris a good pinch, stick a few finger into her twitching pussy. But, not from that position, unless he really wanted to mess up his back muscles. Even the lotus position couldn't do him any better, from where he was at.
Finishing the drink, he turned his full attention to Miriam again.
She had most of him in her mouth and her fingers were fondling his balls something fierce. He could feel his sperm all backed up and he just couldn't hold it any longer. The way she was gobbling him, it must be she wanted to really give him head-and-a-half.
So...
He came.
He reached down as he did, grabbing both her boobs, getting a good grip on the slippery things and digging his fingers right into that soft, pliant flesh, as his Number One erupted, burst after burst, and he could feel her breathing going on so strong, her throat muscles really gulping and swallowing every liquid bit of his sperm. Strange sucking and moaning sounds-something like "Uh-uh-huh-mmmmmmm-uuuuuuh"-were coming from deep in her gulping, activating throat as she really gobbled down his continuous, almost spastic ejaculations.
Still holding on to her boobs as his movements subsided, he kept on giving her a good, firmly held feel while she looked up at him with sheer sex in her eyes. She wanted more, no problem there, no mistake in reading her eyes or her face on that scene.
Slowly, she withdrew her tantalizing, sucking mouth, and let her lips curl around her tongue as it slipped out and licked the sperm off her lips. Then, she began to lick off his dick, her tongue snaking out and slurping up the loose, sticky liquid still clustered there. He fondled her boobs, loving the warmth coming from them, loving the way the skin and muscles responded to his touch, as she continued to lick him clean, like a cat working out on its own fur.
When she was through, he helped her back up, and as he did so, he undid her obi, so that her kimono fell completely open in front He placed a hand against her pussy; warm and wet, no question about that.
He handed her the cup of coffee, what was left of it. There was a small pool of melted cream on the surface, so he said, "May as well finish off all the cream, baby, go to it"
Laughing with her eyes, she slipped out her tongue again, and lapped the stuff right off the surface of the coffee. Then, she gulped down what was left of the coffee and cognac with one long hefty chug-a-lug, and, placing the cup back on the coffee table, she flipped the kimono from her shoulders, jumped up, and said, mischievously, "Come on, you beautiful black buck... let's dance!"
The Count was into some fast-moving riff, and there was a tasty tenor soloist really raising hell with the blues, so it wasn't a half-bad invitation at that. But, Billy really had more important business on his mind at the moment, so he was hesitant. Yet, she seemed so fiery, so come-on, that he figured, well, he could try a few steps and waltz her in the general direction of the bedroom, anyway.
He'd kicked off his shoes long ago; so all he had to do was pull off his socks and step out of his pants and shorts. That he did, and now, both of them gleaming black skin and brown bodies, soul people to the core, they were dancing and goofing around, no serious steps thing, just a bit of the mashed potatoes here and the monkey there, fuckgin' and fruggin' and in general fucking off, as if they were at the Savoy Ballroom about a generation ago, or maybe an old-time Harlem rent party where nobody cared what you did as long as you paid your dues to get in.
Miriam was shaking her ass if she was trying to get rid of it from her body, swinging those highflying hips right and left, her trim torso insinuating itself into almost a question mark, her feet really swinging along the floor, her boobs bouncing like fresh fruit in the corner supermarket. Her hair, though, almost remarkably so, was still staying pretty much in place, though a few strands were slipping loose here and there. All in all, she looked more like she stepped off the back pages of Ebony or Essence, than her being some down home street chick just shaking her ass for the hell of it.
As for Billy, he was shifting along, almost shuffling, just taking it relatively easy, sort of fuckging his way in front of her. His hands were doing some bird-wing motions, sort of casting spells over her, sort of signifying, as he bobbed his head and shook his shoulders, glancing down at Number One to see how he was getting along and what he was making, if anything, out of all this activity.
Well, Number One was doing it's thing, too.
That is, it was flapping around a bit, like a moon rocket getting ready to take it, and getting just a bit harder, too, its length flaying around, its width starting to spread.
Now, Billy was working up a good sweat, too, with all that exertion. Much of it, to him, unnecessary.
So, he moved closer to her, letting his flying whang bang against her crotch a couple of times, giving her the unspoken word to get with it. She grinned, backed away, like she wanted to tease him. He reached over, grabbed her boobs, started dragging her toward the bedroom.
She didn't quite dig that bedtime scene quite yet, though. She smacked him on the cheek, her expression getting pinched and angry.
Well, old Billy didn't dig that kind of shit at all.
He let go of her breasts, grabbed her around the waist, and lifted her off the floor. He carried her over to the sofa and dumped her down on her back, then positioned himself so his crotch was right in front of her face.
And, he began to smack her in her pouting lips, her pretty face-or, as they say, right in the chops- with Number One. In fast-moving, quick-strutting motions, first one cheek and then the other, the sounds of those slaps mingling with her startled, animal cries and the roaring sound of the Basie band working out on a fast-moving, hard-driving Ernie Wilkins chart, with the trumpets way up there.
When he was finished, he didn't say one word. He just grabbed her by the hair, right at the roots, and dragged her along the floor into the bedroom. He had to say one thing for her, she had sense enough not to scream. She just let out some soft moans, a few quiet cries, as he dragged her, caveman style, into the bedroom and dumped her on the bed.
Then he climbed in with her.
He said, "Listen, baby doll, don't ever pull that kind of smartass shit with me again, or I'll stuff you into the oven and bake you white all over. I'll dump a hundred pound sack of flour all over you and you'll be a dumbass whitey chick again, like you wanted everybody else to think you was."
She started to open her mouth, but he moved Number One into position to smack her in the chops with again, and she thought better of it. Closing her mouth again, he continued, "Now, I'm gonna do the talking, you're gonna do the listening, and you and I are gonna get some serious business taken care of right now, you dig?"
She nodded, licking her lips, pain still reflected in her eyes.
"Now, like I said before, I think this town needs a real soul club, where we can bring in heavy dudes like Issac Hayes and Curtis Mayfield, and maybe even James Brown, if he doesn't try to rip us off too much. And a boutique attachment, a book and record store-shee-it, we could get LeRoi Jones to make the trip over here and read some poetry, do some plays. We got plenty of our people around here, plus the big bread whitey's gonna pay to get our shit, too. I think we can clean up, but it's gonna take some big bread to open up shop in the first place, and that's where you come in, sweet De-troit sister, you dig?"
He could see her "breasts rising and falling, but he didn't know if that meant she was interested in business or fucking.
But he noticed her eyes seemed just a bit more calculating, as if she thought he was trying to rip her off. Which, in a way, he was.
But, not very badly.
"I see," was all she said, in a flat monotone.
He patted her affectionately on the ass, and said nothing for about a minute. He figured now was the time to be cool, to keep silent, and to get down to the equally serious business of getting a fine piece of beautiful black pussy.
like, now.
Slowly, he moved so his crotch was right by her head. But he wasn't going to have her give him any more head. No, he was going to give her some, in a different way, in a different place.
In the ear.
He nuzzled Number One against her right ear-lobe.
He began to rub the tip against her earlobe, then moved it-it was still holding up pretty well- right into the very entrance to her eardrum, and began to massage her eardrum and outer ear membrane with his prick, rubbing it against them as if he was really trying to ram his member right into her head through her ear.
She began to hum softly, to twitch and react sexually. She was apparently digging this new sensation, and as he kept up his movements, he noticed she was moving her arms and running her fingers up and down his thighs.
In the background, the Basie band was into a rare Latin-flavored tune, and he noticed she began to sort of jerk along, to move her limbs in tempo. He, of course, did the same with his dick.
Then, after a few more minutes of feeling up her right ear, he sort of stepped right across her, and did the same with her left ear.
She was really twitching now, moving her legs as if swimming, and he could tell her tits were bouncing along a bit, too.
He continued, not touching her anywhere else, just letting her touch him wherever she could. He was pleased to check out her reactions, for good vibes were what he wanted when he'd put the question to her again, only in a quite different form.
Now he was finished with her ear therapy.
He climbed on top of her, straddling her by her waist He let Number One down to nestle in that lovely, symmetrical cleft between her bounteous breasts.
It wasn't all that long and strong yet, but he just let it lay there, and he kept looking into her eyes, giving her his most soulful smile, his most passionate expression.
Soon, those boobs began to wiggle, to try and touch each other, as if they wanted to shake hands (or tits). He could feel them rubbing against his prick, and he could feel his prick beginning to stretch itself out, to become erect, inch by inch, with each movement of her lovely conical breasts.
She was wearing a kind of come-hither smile on her sweet round face, and those lovely brown eyes were flecked with pure passion. She could feel her clit trembling with great sexual expectation, and her juices were starting to flow like milk inside her passionate pussy.
He could see that, too, as he noticed her moving and grooving beneath him. But he continued his sit-in, or sit-on, letting Number One call the shots.
She tried to touch it with her hands. As she did so, he took hold of them and placed them back against the bed, saying, "No hands, baby."
She shrugged.
She began to twist her torso, trying to get those beautiful breasts closer together. He could feel that, to some small extent, she was succeeding, that things were going down in an all-right way. They began to push against his prick, and he could feel a small, soft pressure building up, as if his cock was caught between the jaws of a fleshy vice.
His foreskin was pulled back now, his prick pretty well laying straight and strong.
He had it pretty well where he wanted it now.
So, no more need to leave it there. Now was the time to put it where it should go.
And good old Basie was still blasting away in the background. Dig it, he thought, he's into The Kid From Red Bank, listen to that rhythm section leap, yeah, that's not only good swinging music, that's good fucking music, too.
He stood up, and climbed off her.
Then, he positioned himself right on top. So, he'd rather take a more exotic twist, normally; but, not this time. No, he wanted a straight-ahead, a straight-up-and-down session, so as to do some heavy talking, some strong rapping, just before he really got down to serious fucking business.
He straddled her, placing the tip of his prick against her clitoris. He diddled her, feeling her sensitive little organ respond with some fine feelings, and he could feel her body beginning to move beneath him. His skin against hers, he slowly lowered hhnself toward her, keeping his head about a foot or so above hers, looking down on her like a benevolent old dictator, thinking possibly of giving the peasants a few bread crumbs today if they only behave themselves.
She reached for him, and he let her get hold of his waist, felt her fingers slipping toward his ass. But, he didn't lay a hand on her; he had his reasons, and they were psychological and logical, very real reasons for not letting his hands work her over this time.
No, he wanted to make her work for it, to really go out of her way to get fucked this time. Besides, he wanted to do some heavy rapping, and the only thing he wanted to really get to her was what was now messing with her clit.
So, he moved his cock away from her clit, and placed it right at the entrance of her cunt
He laid it flat, waiting for perhaps a minute, watching the changing expression in her eyes, from wonder to concern. He knew she was thinking about what kind of shit he was doing, just letting it lay there. She probably expected he wanted her to put it in herself, so she reached for it, and again he stopped her, saying, "like I said before, baby, no hands. I know what I'm doing."
"Well, I don't," she protested.
"Well, you will, when I'm goddam good and ready to tell you, you dig?"
The tone of his voice was tough, so she backed off.
Finally, he began to move Number One inside, pushing it straight down like a knife slicing into cheese. He could hear her grunting and groaning as he took his sweet time about slipping it in. It was not so much inch by inch as quarter-inch by quarter-inch, for it seemed to her he was taking damn near all night to get himself inside her.
After what seemed to her an interminable amount of time, she could feel him inside, nice and snug, his fine wide prick really touching all parts of her pussy membranes. He could feel it too, and, as he leaned over, his lips not more than an inch from hers, he began to pump her, and she started to hump him, getting her body going into those most basic of movements.
When he could feel that he'd got her going, that she was coming to orgasmic bliss, he moved his face so he could speak directly into her left ear.
"Listen, baby, I want some bread."
She didn't say anything, at first.
"Some big bread, to open the soul club I was talking to you about. Now, I know your folks are loaded, and you've got plenty of relatives around. So, I figure if you give them the word that a brother needs that kind of bread, or tell them you need it for yourself, then you and I can really get some things swinging around here."
Silence.
For about twenty seconds, then she replied, "Hey, man, are you really serious?"
He gave her such a jab with Number One he could feel her backside bouncing right into the soft inner spring mattress, and she could sure feel his member almost ready to come right out the small of her back. She let out a wild cry, then he rammed it to her again, and between thrusts, he kept talking to her, ramming her first, speaking with her second.
"If you want to keep up with my fine fucking, soul sister, you'd better understand I mean serious business, ain't no jive about this thing at all, you better play along or I'll play somewhere else, you dig?"
He'd got her too hot, she was coming now, he wasn't even ready, but that was all right, get her screaming, get her crying, she was choking on her tears, struggling to make up her mind, finally letting out a sad, sob-wracked "Yes... goddam your lovin' black ass... I got to have you... you goddam black mother-fucker... can't get along without you now... you beautiful black bastard!..."
Call me what you want, cunt, just come up with the bread, he thought, as he began to pound away, knowing he too would be coming any second now.
Just in case Takitoshi didn't come through, he figured he now had an alternative, as far as getting the loot goes. And, that's really all he wanted, Miriam or not.
Insurance.
CHAPTER TEN
Billy was really smiling as he sat in the GoGo Club on the Ginza. Shee-it, he hadn't been out playing in the Ginza for months, it seemed, and he'd always liked it, with all those crazy Japanese characters stuck up in the sky in neon brightness. Better than Broadway, with the slant of those funny ideograms, the way they twisted and turned, like they were fucking each other.
The GoGo Club was a non-touristy, kind of private place right at the southern end of one of the Chome-called streets. Up one floor, into a long, sleek room, plenty of hostesses around, and he knew the bartender, so he always got a discount and hardly ever had to pay for the hostess or two who'd usually cluster around, oohing and aahing about his beautiful black body.
One cute little Japanese chick was bowing and scraping beside him as they clinked glasses and had a Suntory together. He felt like making it with her, but he had to pick up Sunny pretty shortly, so best not get too involved. He told her a few things in Japanese that he'd made up beforehand to make her laugh, paid his bill, said "Sayonara" to his buddy the bartender, and left the club.
Walking down the street, heading toward where he'd parked the car, he spotted an Oriental guy, obviously Japanese, walking hand in hand with a tall black chick with an Afro that would have put Roberta Flack to shame. He couldn't help but let out a "Right on, sister!" They looked at him; the man cracked a broad smile, and gave him the Black Power Salute, just like that. The sister followed suit, and called over her shoulder, "Malcolm died for your sins."
You never know what you'll see in Tokyo, Billy thought, as he climbed into the car, started the motor, and took off.
It wasn't long before he was pulling into the parking lot next to the Golden Goose. He got out, and there was Sunny, standing right at the front door. Unusual; usually, she waited inside, or he met her in her dressing room.
She had a very serious expression on her face, too, as he said, "Why don't you wait inside, huh? It's not summer any more, you might catch cold, Sunny."
"That all right, I had to see you right away, we go home fast, okay?"
"Sure," he said, leading her to the car.
As they were driving away, heading into a main street, she said, very straight, "Takitoshi-san tried to make fuckee-fuckee with me tonight."
Without thinking, Billy said, "So what, that's nothing new. You know how to handle him, right?"
"This time, though, he very serious, he chase me around his desk in office, he try to lock me in clothes closet... he very determined man, I have to call on Miki for help, an she say she leave him if he lay one hand on me."
Screech!
Billy slammed on the brakes, narrowly missing a collision with a Toyota up front, and a row of parked cars along the curb. He put the car in reverse, backed up halfway down the block, and turned toward Akasaka again. His expression was all cold fury as he began to exceed the speed limit and take corners at a rather fast rate. But...
He felt a hot little hand on his thigh, reaching for his fly. Sunny, with the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, said directly into his ear, "Please, Billy-san, not while you feeling so angry. We go home first, you decide what you want me to do, I do it tonight when I go back to work. If you want, I call police, have him arrested on morals charge." She paused, unzipping his fly and slipping her fingers around Number One, then she added, "You always saying we Japanese so subtle, now you be subtle too, not do anything too quick without thinking first... you dig?"
Oh, Billy thought, what a sweetheart this lovely little lady is. And, she's right, I'd just get my ass into a had scene with Takitoshi and his Red Guards. Yeah, better cool it for now.
Hard to cool it, though, when Sunny's fingers were scratching at his scrotum and running along his prick, tickling the tip and causing him to get those good feelings all around his nervous system. Of course, he could tell her to get her hands off his cock for the time being. Still, she was so super sweet about everything, he hated to suggest that; and, besides, he didn't really mind all that much, either.
At any rate, he managed to keep from creaming his jeans until they got back into their own turf, got the car parked, and got inside the apartment
Where he immediately got her on the tatami mat and began to feel her up-delicately, of course- while his huge lips clamped onto her thick Oriental lips and he got his tongue going inside her mouth, Frenching her until she had to holler for breath.
Well, he let go of her lovely titties reluctantly, and let her up off the floor so she could warm up some sake for a taste. Of course she did that, and also lit up some incense that he hadn't smelled before; it seemed to have the aroma of Japanese pine trees, a very foresty type of smell. And, she got some Indian music on the stereo, some Ravi Shankar ragas that were really far-out stuff, really weird to hear those quarter-notes and five-note scales going down into his ears.
Maybe the music was affecting Number One, too, because his main member was staring to strut a bit, to get itself up and about, though still stuck inside his pants.
Well, he'd lie down and let her make it right on top of him. Treat her nice, and think about what to do with that shitass Takitoshi. Imagine-that slobby Nip trying to knock off his chick!
Yeah, maybe he'd better get to scheming a little harder with Miki, now that her old fart lover was in bad with her over his mishandling of Sunny. Yeah, maybe that would be a cool thing to do, to think up the plan, and really get that obnoxious Nip sweating sake by the gallon before he was through.
But, first; first things first.
Sunny came over to him, and undressed him, her gentle fingers carefully easing every stitch of clothing off his long, lean body, until he was Number One Nude. Then, after picking up those clothes and hanging them up, she did the same for herself, doing a little dance while she was removing her garments that had him giving her some sustained applause, telling her that the best strippers he'd seen in Tokyo had nothing on her.
Now she had nothing on herself, either, for her lovely golden skin, in the flickering of the candles she'd also lit, was revealed in all its perfection, its sweet symmetry, those well-proportioned thighs and slim dancer's legs, those beautiful boobs that stuck out just so far and no farther. Oh yeah, she was a hard sister to beat, and so far ain't nobody else gonna beat her, either.
Especially someone like Takitoshi.
"Hey, Sunny, what did he try to do?"
"Pardon?"
"Takitoshi. Where did he touch you? How did it happen?"
She really didn't want to talk much about it, but he persuaded her to at least fill him in with an outline. What she said was something to the effect that he had called her into his office to talk to her about a new customer coming in, one he wanted her to take care of personally... and, next thing she knew, he was "demonstrating" with her some of the things this new customer expected of his hostesses.
"If I find that customer, I'll kick the shit right out of him!"
"You please be careful, Billy-san, that customer high minister in national government here."
So that was it. A political shakedown, a behind-the-back-door deal. Well, he'd really ram it to Takitoshi for that kind of shit, government minister or no government minister. He could play some pretty mean politics, too.
Right now, though, he really wanted to play with
Sunny. And, since Number One was ripe and ready, what better time than now?
As Sunny lay down beside him, positioning herself in reverse-that is, sixty-nine position-he said, "Say, Sunny, did that fat son-of-a-bitch make you lose face? If he did, I'll make him lose his... I knock it right off his fucking head!"
She motioned him to relax and take it easy, as she replied, whispering directly into his ear, "Not Sunyo. Takitoshi-san made improper situation, so he lose face, he look stupid after he try his trick."
"You ought to quit that shit, get another job."
"Sure, I think about that But, he might do what you call... blackball me with other places, then I no have job and we no eat"
Yeah, Billy thought, that's just the way he'd probably pull it off, too. Better to cool it for now. But, when I get him-I'm really gonna get him, but good!
Then, he started to feel her rubbing something all over Number One. It was bean curd.
Nice, thick, pasty bean curd, one of Japan's contributions to culinary culture. Tasty and nourishing, and very nice when licked off a plate... or a prick.
She moved closer to him, her golden skin touching his, and her talented tongue leaped out and touched the tip of his prick. He gave a preliminary movement of joy, and she licked even more affectionately, touching him so tenderly that Number One could not help but come to life and start getting all excited, all over again.
While she was doing that, he checked her cunt
He sniffed; aha, she'd slipped some bean curd in there, too. Well, he'd have a taste, all right.
He snaked out his tongue, and touched it against the tip of her clit, feeling her immediate response, her little organ trembling with ecstasy and her body beginning to shudder with sexual expectation. He took a few love bites, chewed her clit, masticated it neatly between his teeth, just enough so that he could feel her squirm and hear her humming with passion.
Then, his tongue was pushing back her pussy lips, exploring the inner membranes of her sweet little slit. Wow, that bean curd was really stuffed in there; he really had to not only lick it out, gulping the sweet thick stuff down his throat, but also he had to suck it out, clamping his lips against hers and breathing deep within his diaphragm as he did so.
While he was tasting pussy and bean curd combined, she was taking care of Number One in a number one manner.
She was licking right around his foreskin, forcing it back with her tongue so she could come into direct contact with his glans, and he was feeling the gentle stimulation of her touch, causing his prick to really start shaking, if not sweating, from her ministrations. She continued licking away, getting her tongue back to the base, chomping with his pubic hairs and rolling her tongue underneath his scrotum and really getting his balls in an uproar, jangling in their skin sac like a pair of dice in a gambler's hand.
He could feel her orgasms beginning, her body quivering and vibrating, her juices flowing. He could now taste the tantilizing taste of pussy juice and perspiration being intermixed with the bean curd in her palpitating pussy. His mouth locked hard on her cunt, and he began to really eat her, to gulp down the strange and sensuous mixture as if he hadn't eaten for weeks.
He could feel that she had her fingers gripped tightly around his ass, her fingernails clutched so tightly that he could almost feel her drawing blood. He had a grip on her sweet butt too, fingering her firmly but gently, as she seemed to be wanting to pull him in even closer than he already was.
Now, she was sucking away at Number One, her thick Oriental lips clamped firmly around his cock, drawing it further and further back into her quivering throat. Her Adam's apple was making its up-and-down movements, and he could hear her gulping and gobbling, could feel her mouth membranes coming down on his cock and doing their best to squeeze the juice right out of it.
His prick buckled inside her mouth, and he could feel it was rubbing right against the back of her throat. If she could, she'd swallow him alive, like a snake. Wow-what a woman!
She was coming in great glory now, her cunt a separate living thing, just exploding like a volcano and pouring out that sweet substance into his gulping, gaping jaws. He kept his nose free, having to breathe sometime, of course. The way her hole was outpouring her pussy juices, he could barely keep up with her output, swallowing as hard and as fast as he could. He could hear her making muffled sounds from deep within her throat, but he had no time for talk, just food.
The Indian music was really into some weird, skin-shivering modes now, and the sitar was plucking strings like feathers from a chicken. His nerves were taut as his prick, and he was just about ready to let it all hang out, all the way. The way Sunny was coming, he had better forget about timing, and just let loose his juice and be done with it.
When he could hold it no longer, that's the way he did it
He came, feeling his organ playing one-two-three-four in her mouth, her membranes still squeezing it, and now it was buckling and blasting away, almost shaking itself loose from her lips with the power and passion of its outpouring of sperm. She didn't just suck it, she practically swallowed it, her throat muscles never faltering, her mouth gobbling and gulping deeply, keeping a proper hold on him until he had no more stuff to send to her, air mail special or otherwise.
So, they lay there, their mouths still locked with each other's organs, their hands still digging into each other's flesh, listening to the Indian ragas washing over them like some warm tropical tide. The incense was still burning, and that added even more to the delights of their senses of smell.
Finally, Billy pulled his tongue loose, got his mouth unattached from Sunny's pussy. As he did so, he felt her reluctantly let loose of Number One.
Of course, he licked off her pussy, catching what he'd missed, letting his tongue do some more talking with her, while he could feel her tongue cleaning off Number One from whatever was left on that end, too.
She snuggled next to him, and he yawned, exclaiming lazily, "I sure feel like bed or bath... or both."
"Want to take bath, Billy-san?"
"Sure, but let's make it a fast shower, baby, so we can get our ass in that boss water fast, you dig?"
She shook herself, her long black hair falling over her shoulders as she slowly got up and got some robes and slippers for them. Then, they walked down the hall to the bath and, as was usual for this time of early morning, not a slant-eyed soul was around.
They got beneath the shower, and turned it on, not to cold or hot but merely a bit warmer than warm. He could feel the water sprinkling his skin, a very soothing effect, as Sunny soaped him down, her practiced hands applying plenty of lather in the right places.
She was scrubbing his hair, her deft fingers rubbing soap into his curls and massaging his mustache and sideburns. She moved around his massive shoulders, her hands massaging his back, then moving down to his waist, where she slapped plenty of suds into his crotch. But, the way she was lathering his prick, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sexual awareness as she rubbed and scrubbed at his Number One, as if trying to take off the dark pigmentation and turn him into some bleached whitey type of guy.
Moving down his long legs, she even got some soapsuds between his toes.
She didn't miss an area, left no details untouched.
Now it was his turn to do it to her.
He poured some into her lustrous black hair, letting the white suds pour down her face and neck. He soaped her shoulders, rubbing and massaging her, as she still kept her own hands busy on certain special parts of Billy's body; and he continued to soap her down, applying plenty of lather to her back and breasts, fingering her tits as he scrubbed them down. She made some nice sounds in her throat, as if humming a Japanese melody, and he could feel her delicate body trembling with forthcoming passion as he gave her boobs the best of care.
Now, he was at her waist, putting plenty of suds on her ass, squeezing and patting while she rubbed against Number One, trying to get it going again. He got some soapsuds into her crotch, deftly getting plenty of them into her pubic hairs and even some suds inside her pussy, the latter mainly through the aid of his own probing fingers. He fingerfucked her a little, feeling that lovely wetness forming on his fingers, feeling her membranes move in tune with his finger's probing.
Next, her lovely thighs were thoroughly brushed and rinsed down, his fingers touching the flesh so that she was now singing indeed, her voice a sweet siren's call to action. He completed the workout by soaping the rest of her legs, right down to her toenails, as she'd done to him.
Of course, the way the water was still pouring down on them, they had to keep replenishing the soapsuds, or the shower would wash them right off. Unless they were rubbed off by twenty fingers, which they often were.
Finally, feeling that they had both been cleaned off sufficiently, he led her into the bath.
He tried the temperature with his toe.
"Ummm," he said. It wasn't exactly boiling, but then it wasn't exactly cool enough to drink, either.
She stuck in her toe, then followed with her ankle, all the way up to her kneecap, before saying, "Come on, Billy-son, water all right."
He tried it again, easing in all the way up to his ankle. Shee-it, he'd been here for a couple of years, and he still felt like his skin was on fire every goddam time he stuck even his toenail into the Japanese bath. Maybe he'd never adjust; at least, to that particular part of Japanese life.
Well, fuck it, he wanted to make her happy, too, so in he went, trying the lower level, the two of them slowly sinking into the water, feeling the heat penetrate their skins and relax their muscles and otherwise give them some fine feelings as they held each other close and half-lay, half-sat in the water, right near the edge of the bath, their bodies rubbing nicely against each other.
He braced his back against the edge of the pool, looking like a bent Buddha, as she submerged like a submarine in front of him, her head suddenly busy beneath, the water, in effect giving him a little touch of head, trying to get Number One up even in the near-boiling water.
Well, it had never really gone down, either, so as she moved her fingers and lips, carefully holding her breath, he began to feel that familiar stirring in his crotch again, until she had to come up for air.
"Billy-san, I have you up very soon, then Number One make it with me, you dig?"
He had to laugh, the way she mixed her idioms as she did. But then, his Japanese was nothing to write home about, either, and she was probably a million words ahead of him, as far as language comparisons went.
Now what the hell was she doing?
She was rubbing her ass against his crotch.
Slowly, as if doing some kind of dance, she was hefting her haunches against Number One, the cheeks of her sweet swinging ass just moving as if dancing to unheard music. Beautiful. Something was happening, and he could feel those muscles stiffening already, could feel his balls growing bigger inside their scrotum as her golden skin got his foreskin pulling back almost by itself.
Oh yeah, those good feelings. That warm water, soaking his skin. That warm woman, getting him going again.
Number One was responding magnificently; he could feel it growing, inch, by inch, strutting right out there, standing stiff with pride.
Well, time to get down to serious business again.
She had finished rubbing him down, and now, as she turned around, he reached for her crotch, to diddle with her clit...
When she backed away.
She crooked her finger at him, bending it in her direction, as if to say "Follow me." Then, she got down in the steaming bath water and started to swim away.
"Hey!" he called. "Hey, Sunny, don't jive me, baby! You think I'm gonna play submarine with you? I ain't gonna swim in that hellhole any more than I can fly over it, you hear?"
If she heard, she paid no attention, but just kept on moving her lovely body through the water, until she was at the far end of the bath, the very deep end. She floated on top of the water, on her back, her breasts hugging the water line, splashing her arms in his direction, apparently waiting for him to catch up with her.
Crazy cunt, he thought, she's as unpredictable as I am, now she's got me all set up and no place to put it, goddam her sweet ass!
He watched her, his cock getting stiff with righteous anger and irritation.
She began to swim toward him.
Slowly, she moved to about halfway from him, right in the middle of the bath. She seemed to be suggesting a compromise as she beckoned him to join her. His anger began to subside, and he started thinking his way out, trying to figure out what to do next.
Of course.
Walk along the wall.
He started moving by the edge of the bath, slowly moving his long limbs, feeling the water steam him like a clam with each purposely short step. It was hot enough to melt his Number One right off, but remarkable enough, it was keeping right up there as it sort of rode along the surface of the water as he moved. However, he noticed that the closer he got to the middle of the bath, the more she would swim away, so that, by the time he got to where he was going, she'd moved back toward the far end again.
Spreading his arms along the edge of the bath, with his prick riding like a piece of driftwood in front of him, he called her to him, cajoling her with a hint of barely suppressed anger.
She smiled sweetly, and blew him a few kisses.
He took hold of Number One and waved it in her direction like a gun, giving an implied threat of blowing her head off with it. That, of course, would be a different way of giving her head, at that.
Finally, she got the message.
Maybe she was just teasing him all along, just soaking her own version of a Japanese joke. At any rate, she started swimming toward him, her hands splashing the water, her head moving from side to side until she had got right up beside him. As she put it, it was just her own version of an amusing caper, a sly insinuating way of getting him aroused, not in anger but in sex.
"Fine," he said, still feeling put out. "In that case, I'm just gonna lean back and relax, and you can fuck me by yourself, you dig? I mean, sweet sister, you climb on board my train and run the engine at the same time."
When she gave him a puzzled look, he amplified things for her. She could see he was irritated, and since she was always so eager to please, she moved in front of him and got her arms around his waist. She hoisted herself upright, so that her pussy lips were right against the tip of his prick and, slowly but with surprising strength, she began to impale herself on his prick like a piece of well-cooked meat. He could feel her pussy lips parting, the membranes opening wide to allow his main member passage. She moaned with appropriate feeling as his Number One got itself nicely drawn inside.
She was really gripping his ass, and he made a mental note to have her clip her fingernails by at least a half inch as soon as this immediate business was taken care of.
Her breasts were nicely pressing against his chest, and he felt the taut nipples boring holes in his skin. But he continued to play the casual dude, letting her do all the work. It was sometimes more fun this way; especially when she'd played such a game as she had. So she was going to get had, not him.
His balls were feeling pretty tightly jammed up, and his prick was beginning to move and groove inside her. His navel and her clit were keeping pretty close company, too, and she could feel those electric thrills pulsating through her petite body, while he could feel her really wriggling. The water was adding a steamy, sensual effect to their lovemaking, and he could feel the right muscles relaxing and the best muscle driving home his woman.
She was like a fish on the line, wriggling and shoving against him, her orgasmic exertions now really going strong. He'd made up his mind he was going to hold back until his cock practically dropped off, really making her work for every twinge of his dick and drop of his sperm. Yeah, that's the way he'd do it.
She was begging him, imploring him, to get with it, to come along with her crests of orgasmic bliss. Her pussy was tempting him pretty bad, but he was a strong-minded guy, he'd have none of that until he was goddam good and ready.
Oh wow, the pressure she was putting on his prick!
Finally, when she had just finished a gut-wrenching orgasmic explosion, when it seemed as if she'd never find the strength for another one-that was when he hit her.
He came, burst after burst, and he could hear her gasp, feel her muscles fluster as they tried to quickly catch up and at least match his surging strength, the powerful pulsation of each blast of sperm slamming into her.
Good, he thought, that's what she wanted, that's what she gets, she'll know fucking better than to play that number again on me!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alternatives are necessary, a back-up plan was essential, and Billy didn't want to have only one choice when two or more could be had for, let's say the price of one.
That's why he was literally pushing Miriam to get that bread from her family, bread he could use to open up the soul club he'd been talking about.
And, for one club, he was using another "club" as persuasion. Not exactly a Billy club; only shaped like one.
Number One.
In Miriam's apartment, in Miriam's bed, with the raunchy, rocking soul sounds of Muddy Waters on the box, his guitar ripping off those blues changes like a person tearing paper to pieces. Miriam seemed to dig old man Muddy especially, because Billy remembered he'd got some of his best loving results when Waters' sounds had been blasting from the stereo. So, when he'd dropped up this particular time, he'd insisted on her putting Muddy right on.
As he'd also insisted on getting Number One right in.
"Ooooooh!" Miriam cried, feeling him digging into her like dessert. "Billy... you're hurting me... take it easy... uuuuuuuh! . . "
Well he wasn't really hurting her all that much. It only seemed that way, since Number One was now at full throttle, its expansive width stretching the shit out of her delicate pussy membranes, touching every square inch of her cunt lining as he moved it around. But the fact that he had her bound to the bed, each wrist and ankle carefully secured to each corner of the bed by strips of a silk sheet he'd torn to shreds right in front of her face, seemed to fulfill her sexual fantasies just a bit more than usual.
She had, as a matter of record, asked him to do it exactly that way.
Well, Billy was no sex-and-sadism kind of dude; that really wasn't his number at all. But, he'd sensed that she wanted some power laid on her, and some fantasy fulfillment given her. So, figuring the old persuasion was going to get the job done anyway, he'd gone along, and now, as she felt the cool pink sheets against her perspiring brown body, and he felt her quivering flesh beneath his own, things were really going down the right, not uptight, way.
He shifted his position slightly, easing the weight riding on her.
She smiled, showing him her polished white teeth, indicating, "That's better."
As he watched her lips turn into a persuasive pout again, he jabbed her right at the very end of her vagina with the probing tip of Number One, and smiled, watching her expression suddenly change into something approaching satiation. She started to hum some offbeat blues figurations, and he could feel her bodily muscles seemingly shivering in tempo with Muddy's mad music.
Muddy was doing I Am The Blues, a real raunchy tune, a gut-busting song, that really got to the life source of black experience. Billy lay there, listening to the gravel, raw whisky voice of Muddy's, really signifying something, really doing his number the right-on way. It gave him some good feelings, some fine exuberant attitudes, listening to his man Muddy wailing the truth and soul message like that. Yeah.
He glanced down at Miriam again. If he moved his head just a little lower, he could have some tasty tits for his midnight snack. Why not?
Slowly, carefully, he twisted his shoulders and sort of hunched his back up, moving his head so it was hovering over her right breast. That big, elongated nipple looked mighty tasty as he moved his head downward, his tongue first coming in contact with the very tip.
He began to lick away, his tongue barely touching the tip of her stiff nipple, and she began to croon, her voice turning husky as Billie Holiday. He could feel her breast starring to heave itself around, to sort of rise and fall in time to both the music and the movements of his tongue.
There was the slightest taste of salt as he licked away, no doubt from her sweat glands. He half-wished he'd poured some sake or Suntory, or something, over her breast, to give an additional flavor he could lick off. Well, too late now; with Number One in a fine position for attack, he sure didn't feel like climbing off and going out to get some juice. No, man, he'd stay right where he was.
He stopped licking.
He took a gentle, carefully measured bite of her nipple. She jumped, her body quivering and shivering as if she'd caught cold. She made some squealing sounds from deep inside her throat, as he gave her a couple more quick bites, all done with the most careful of finesse and technique.
Then, he moved his lips over the top of her big, vibrating boob. He clamped them down hard, and slowly began to suck, feeling the pressure of his mouth drawing her tit further and further inside. His tongue licked at her nipple, at the same time that he was sucking her entire breast.
Slowly, rhythmically, he did his number, feeling that lovely appendage of flesh responding to his ministrations, hearing her sighs change key, feeling the rest of her body trembling the way it should when being so beautifully stimulated.
He continued this way for about four or five minutes.
Then he took his mouth away and moved his head toward her right ear. He got his tongue licking along her outer ear, especially in that delicate and sensitive area right beneath the lobe. She felt his thick, powerful tongue plowing along, scraping strongly at her skin, and she began to quiver all over again. Her clit felt rigid as if set in cement, and she could feel her juices slowly beginning to flow, their liquid patterns set into motion by Billy's careful touches.
He got his tongue inside her ear, next move.
As if it was his prick, he began to stab his tongue inside her lobe, driving hard toward the eardrum itself. She felt his probing tongue, and began twisting, as if trying to free herself from her bonds. He was striking some very sensitive chords, his tongue darting in and out, leaping and licking, giving her plenty of heat right inside her ear.
He did this for several minutes, leaving her jumping with joy when he'd finished, and withdrew.
He whispered to her, "Hey, baby, when's that big bread coming for Billy boy to open his club?"
She hesitated, shrugged, then said, "It'll take a while... check has to clear... foreign exchange... you know, has to go from my father's bank to this one here.. . "
Billy started to withdraw.
Slowly, methodically, he began to pull Number One back, to yank it out by a few inches. She could feel him pulling away from her, and she coughed, sputtered out, "Please, Billy . , , don't go, man... not yet.. . not now.. "
"You piss me off, baby."
"Huh.. . what you mean.. . "
"I mean, you done promised me some big bread so I could open up my soul club, like we been talkin' about these past couple of months. Now, you suddenly trying to make excuses, and I don't dig that jive you laying down." Pause. "I think I'll split this scene, do my number with some other chick, some sister I can depend on when I need her to come through. Yeah, I think that's exactly what I'll do..."
"No!"
It was a cry, a scream, an exhortation all rolled up into one short, swift syllable. And, from the tone of her outburst, he could tell he'd hit home.
He moved his head over to her left ear.
He began to do the same thing he'd done to her right one, only this time, while he was licking and biting away, he got some straight stuff whispered into her ear, telling her she'd better get her black ass together and get that big bread winging its way across the Pacific pretty goddam soon. No more jivin, and shuckin-he wanted that dollar investment like now.
She wiggled like a worm on a hook as he took some fearful bites of her left ear, chomping right on that sensitive area of the lower lobe. At the same time, he let Number One jab and stab her a few times, and he could feel her midsection vibrate in response. He really laid it on her heavy, and she began to shudder all over, to really yank her wrists and ankles at the silk sheet strips that tightly secured her to the bed.
He moved his mouth now to her left breast.
This time, though, he didn't touch her with his tongue.
Instead, he used his nose, nestled that flat, broken appendage against the taut tip of her nipple. He began to rub, the tip of his nose sensitive and effective, at the same time breathing out through his nostrils, so that a small current of air was enveloping her sensitive skin on her big boob. It was a very sensuous, very carefully thought out movement, and she really began to get goose pimples from such a technique.
Billy continued using his nose, rubbing it along her entire breast from nipple all the way along and down the side, right to the base, at the same time keeping up the nose-blowing thing, letting his passionate breath make waves along her sensitive skin. It was almost Oriental in its simplicity and effectiveness, but it was his own technique, not out of any Japanese sex manual. No, man, that was Billy's thing, and his scene only.
She was really moaning now, and he could tell from the tonal quality of her voice that he was really getting to her.
He stopped that, though.
This time, he used his tongue.
Right on the tip of her left tit.
Again, that strange salty taste filled his mouth, and she could feel his tongue lapping away, moving all over her breast area, really turning her on.
She began to speak in short phrases, to make big promises about getting him his money. She said something about having it for sure by the end of the month, in less than two weeks time. She even mentioned that she'd cash in her U.S. Savings Bonds, sell her furniture, become the Ambassador's mistress... anything to see that Billy got his big bread, as long as he didn't stop what he was doing, as long as he didn't leave her.
Yeah, that was it. That was her big number. She was really hot for his black ass-and black cock- now.
He listened to her words, laughing to himself. He really didn't know for sure whether he dug her that much or not. Sure, he preferred soul sisters, always had; but, the fantastic way Sunny had treated him since he'd been in Japan, he'd never known one better, and that was the truth and soul of the matter. Still, right now, if he'd had to make a choice, he would probably have chosen Sunny straight ahead.
But he didn't really have to make a choice right now.. . did he? Not just yet
Plus, he still wanted to sock it to Takitoshi, to get even with him for trying to fuck around with Sunny. No, he had to get his revenge, to make sure he got his due respect. He had to make Takitoshi lose face, so much so that he'd look like a blank from the neck up. And, to do that, he needed not only Miriam's cooperation, but mainly her money.
He bit her on the nipple.
Hard.
She jumped, yelped, went into a renewed struggle to free herself, felt the silk strips cutting into her wrists and ankles, felt her pussy juice beginning to pour out of her palpitating pussy, felt Number One nestling nice and huge and snug inside her quivering cunt.
Now, Billy got her left breast inside his mouth.
With those soft sucking sounds of his, he began to manipulate her boob, his tongue stabbing at her taut nipple, his lips clamping tightly over her tit He had managed to get most of it inside his mouth, and was really sucking and licking away, at the same time moving his prick around in such a way that she would feel it touch a different part of her pussy with each motion.
She was really heaving and humping now, her frustrations increasing with each movement of her vaginal muscles. Oh yeah, she really wanted him to come, to really get it together inside her. She was really hot for his big black cock, and he knew it, too.
But, as he continued manipulating her breast, he knew he had to do things the cool way, to stretch out his performance to the last possible fraction of a second. Right on. He had to get things done just right, to make absolutely sure she didn't back away from her promise to lay that big bread on him. And the best way was to really make her work for Number One, to appreciate that much more what she was getting-and, presumably, would continue to get as long as she took good fucking care of Billy Jones and his Number One.
He took his mouth away from her breast.
He raised his head, so that he could look her right in the eyes.
Her eyes were as opaque as if shooting skag, the brown irises glazed as if covered with a plastic layer. Her facial expression was like that of a medieval nun getting ready to become a saint, thanks to a physical violation of her private parts. Her tongue was sticking slightly out, right at the left end of her lips, and her nose was still breathing and moving in time to Muddy's mad music, still blasting loose in the background.
If any chick was ever ready for a good rocking, fucking time-it certainly was Miriam Henderson.
"How soon?" Billy said, moving Number One around a bit, greasing her walls with his prick.
"Huh.. . how soon.. . what.. . "
"The loot, baby, the big bread, what the fuck you think I'm talking about, how soon I'm gonna come?"
More terse conversation.
"A week... I'll have some money... in a week . . .is that.. . all right?. . . "
"Right on," he said, but coldly, as if to imply right off if things don't work out the right way.
For emphasis, he gave her a jolt, stabbed her hard, with Number One, a straight-ahead drive that made her feel as if someone was bolting her body to the bed. She gasped, as if he'd knocked the breath right out of her. She began to go right into orgasm, no further delays, her sexy body shivering and shuddering as if he'd really unlocked the door to her destiny.
It was time for a taste of tongue, too.
As he began to ride her, Billy decided he'd French her a bit, at the same time, to really work her over. He moved his head right over hers, raised it back as if he was a wild animal getting ready to bite into the throat of a victim, then brought his head down, mouth open and teeth gleaming white, until their lips touched.
He bit her right on the upper Hp.
She really squirmed, because he'd bit her almost hard enough to draw blood, and it really hurt. That was, of course, what he wanted. He was playing power games with her now, and he meant for her to really feel the power, the sheer animal sexual power, he could let loose on a second's notice, the command he had over her. body and soul and whatever.
As he withdrew his teeth, he noticed the fear that had crept into her eyes. Fine, scare her a little, really make her appreciate my loving ways, he thought.
He bit her on the lower Hp.
This time, she didn't flinch as much, but she felt his teeth tearing at her flesh just the same. She tried to relieve the pain by using her tongue against his teeth, but no go, that didn't work. She had to submit, let him give her some more love bites, until he was finished and took his teeth away again.
He bit her on the nose next.
Right on the tip, not so hard as he'd done on her lips, but easy and almost gentle, leaving no marks. This time, she felt her entire insides start dissolving into liquid flesh, as he rubbed her nose with his when he'd removed his teeth.
But, now.. .
He really scared the shit out of her, pulled a Dracula-or Blacula-bit with her, by zooming in over her throat and ever so carefully clamping his teeth over her Adam's apple.
For a few brief seconds, she actually thought he was going to go through with a big blood-guzzling bit, right from her own exposed throat. She almost started to scream, but the sound died in her throat as he, oh so carefully, did his biting number on her throat, then kissed her gently and lovingly before withdrawing his mouth, getting his head upright again, and looking her in the eyes.
She was sweating from every pore, trembling from the top of her hair follicles to the edge of her toenails.
And he saw the sheer terror he'd caused... and was glad.
Muddy Waters wailed in that rusty, gutsy voice of his, singing and swinging those Chicago-town blues so that the music was seeping into both their nervous systems, enveloping them with those swinging soul sounds.
Time to drive her home.
He began to move.
He was going to do it the right way, now, not touching her anyplace but inside her churning cunt. He took his mouth, his hands away from her, so that they were only physically connected at the crotch. Yeah, this time all she was going to know was Number One, all the way.
He started slowly, then gradually increased the speed and tempo, his cock moving around from wall to wall, front to back. He began-to add variations and rhythms to his basic theme that he'd never displayed before, little tricks he'd been saving up for such a time as this. This was the big one, the real convincer, the action that had to get her laying those fat green bills on his dark brown hands, and he was going to make super sure she'd really have something to remember him by, because next time she saw him she'd better have that big bread with her, otherwise he was going to pass her ass right on by, and that would be the end of it
Her body was pure response, all sex, as she began to arch her back and flex her limbs, as her orgasms increased in intensity and passion. She was gulping air like a drowning fish, and her haunches were bouncing off the bedsprings like great big beach balls as she arched and stretched and moved as much of her pussy into him as she could.
His own balls were huge blown-up balloons, squeezed tightly inside their scrotum, and his prick was a piece of steel, taut with tension as he struggled to hold off until he could really give her a come that would tear her cunt right off.
And his timing was right on.
He caught her just at the beginning of what promised to be a supercome scene, and let loose his juice, burst after burst, in his super refined staccato style.
"Uh.. .uh.. .uh!. . . "
Just like that, bang, bang, bang... he made her squirm with his sperm.
Her cunt clutched his cock, trying to tear it out by the roots, refusing to let go as he came and came, driving her harder and harder with each movement, while Muddy wailed and roared in the background, Billy's driving dick synchronized with the flailing crash of the drums. He was giving Maid Miriam the fuck of her life, and his Number One didn't start going down for the longest time. This time, as he knew for sure from her sexual response, he'd got what he wanted. The big bread-from this fantastic fuck.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Opening night. For Soul Nation.
Yes, that was the name of Billy's club, for Miriam had come through with the big bread, laid the loot on him as he'd asked her to. It was a risky bit, but Billy had gotten away with it, and the second her certified check had been laid in his hot hands, he'd dumped it in his bank and gotten on the phone and started lining up some construction-type dudes and business-type dudes to get their shit together and help him get his club up as fast as possible.
It had taken three months.
Quick time in Japan, where the Nips spend so much time in conference, and making sure everybody agrees on what's what, that it was a near-miracle he'd got the thing as together as he had.
The club was located in Roppongi, right about at the border area where that neighborhood slides into Akasaka itself. An offbeat, sort of off-Broadway, type of area, and he'd gotten a whole three-story building leased for Soul Nation, too. Bottom floor was a bar, with plenty of black soul sisters serving as hostesses-almost every black chick in Japan, plus some substantial imports, had dug the idea, and wanted to join up with him-plus several slant-eyed beauties and a few hip white chicks who would fit right in. There were plenty of record album covers and stuff like that for decor, plus strong soul sounds from the stereo to set the mood right. The second floor was a restaurant, with appropriate decor, plenty of collard greens, smothered chicken, and Bar-B-Q ribs, grits and gravy, the whole bag. The top floor was the cabaret, where he planned to have "name" acts as much as possible. But for the opening he had to settle for a black band that wasn't all that well known yet, but still made forth with some groovy sounds.
Billy had played it really close; he'd opened the club on the night when the Golden Goose was closed, so he could be sure Takitoshi was there. The fat Nip was, sweating into his blue silk suit, but his bug eyes popping at all the hip paraphernalia that Billy had laid on the joint. Of course, he had Miki with him, and Keiko had dropped in, too. Naturally, Sunny was there, but Billy had tipped her to be cool, saying he had to lay his main attention on Miriam because she'd bankrolled the joint, and Sunny, being a pretty understanding woman, was taking care of business real cool.
"This very nice club, Jones-san," Takitoshi burbled, truly excited. "You really got right ambience here, should make lots of money, hai?"
"Just ask me moke makka, and see what I say," Billy said, patting him on the back, buddy-buddy style.
Moke makka is a familiar Japanese businessman's greeting, and it means, "Are you making money?"
So, Takitoshi laughed, almost giggling in that fat Nip way of his, as he gave the best bow he could, under the circumstances of his girth. Billy, who was outfitted in an orange lame jump suit-really far out, but he figured he had to be the farthest-out dude there, since it was his joint-bowed back, smiling all the while.
He noticed plenty of press there, talked with them, found out they were pretty well digging things, so he expected a nice write up. And, as he chuckled to himself, some other things are gonna go down they can really write up-some heavy shit is gonna go down, right on Takitoshi's fat fucking skull, Malcolm's the word.
Miki was standing next to Takitoshi, and the Jap was doing his best to feel her up, right in front of everybody around. She, like Keiko and Sunny, had the traditional Japanese garb, and Takitoshi was slipping a hand inside her obi, trying to cop a fast feel. Billy, puffing on a long cigar, surveyed the scene, figuring he may as well get the fucking show on the road, like right now.
So, he made the big announcement that the main showroom was ready, they'd prepared a "special" entertainment for all the good folks, and everybody had better get up there and dig it right now. So, they did.
Billy frowned, though, when he noticed Takitoshi, as that guy was taking the stairs, pinch Sunny's sweet ass. Yellow-faced pig, he thought, I'm really gonna lay some heavy shit on your ass, trying to mess around with a sweet sister like Sunny.
Finally, everyone was in the main room, which Billy had christened The Rent Party Room. It was set up pretty much like his idea of a Harlem apartment, plenty of sofas and some chairs and lots of pictures of black heroes on the walls. As if coinci-dentally, the score from Shaft's Big Score was playing as background; tonight, it was going to be Billy's Big Score, and it would be Takitoshi, he was sure, who'd really be getting the Big Shaft.
Some of the dudes were reclining, Japanese-style, on the floor. He noticed Takitoshi was doing that thing, with Miki and Keiko on either side of him, while Sunny was sitting somewhat in front of him; the angle of vision was such that they could all see the show.
Takitoshi was guzzling Suntory as if the distillery was going to close down momentarily. All the girls, including some specially hired hostesses, were surrounding the obese Jap, making sure he got plenty of attention-and especially booze. His fleshy fingers were reaching out, grabbing for tit and clit whenever he could; but, mostly, the girls kept out of his way, primarily encouraging him to booze it up rather than feel them up.
The show started.
A slinky black singer came on, low-cut gown and special material, some very sexy and kinky lyrics that got the audience really going with it. The backup band was pretty good, too, laying down some heavy backbeat just where it was needed. Even Takitoshi was nodding his head; though, whether from the music or the liquor, one could not really be sure.
What one could be sure of, though, was that Takitoshi started to get to his feet, to half-crawl, half-walk toward the sexy black singer, his fat fingers outstretched as if he wanted to cop a fast feel. It took several girls to get him back, but Billy was digging it; if the grotesque gink was that hopped up, it wouldn't take much more to really set him up for the final number that Billy, puffing deeply on his cigar and thinking just as deeply, had planned.
The singer went off to sustained applause. A juggler came out.
Billy, who had Miriam next to him-she was in a pure white pants suit that was leg-slit up to her thighs and blouse-slit down to her naval-slipped a hand inside her blouse to touch her titties, since she wasn't wearing a bra. Miriam smiled, snuggled closer; what Takitoshi couldn't do, Billy could, for a lot of reasons.
After the juggler did his act, the singer came back on and did a fabulous old Billy Holiday torch song.
The black singer finished her number to tremendous applause. Then the spotlight shifted, the curtains parted-and she was joined on stage by two other girls, one Oriental, one white, and both showing as much cleavage as they could get away with, and both had plenty of cleavage to show, too.
Billy watched Takitoshi, as the now-trio of girls went into a Tina Turner number, complete with plenty of facial and bodily gyrations; especially some ass-wiggling that had the fat Jap almost foaming at the mouth. From where he was sitting, Billy could see a bulge forming in Takitoshi's crotch. Well he wasn't immune to erections, either, but he was keeping Number One under far better control than Takitoshi, for sure.
The singers began to dance around Takitoshi.
Billy had, of course, set this entire scene up. One might even say he was the choreographer of this particular routine.
The girls bent over Takitoshi, looking him right in his beady, slanted eyes, shoving their ample breastworks right into his face. Sweat began to appear on his forehead, as if he'd just been rained on. The black girl's left breast suddenly popped loose from the confines of her dress, shoving itself just a few inches from Takitoshi's eyes. His eyes bugged; he took his hands off Miki and Keiko, and reached for the huge tit in front of him, its corneal, symmetrical shape swaying like a snake, almost hypnotizing him with its pretty, dusky pink nipple.
The black girl started to back off.. .
When, more by design than by accident, her right breast suddenly joined its twin in open-air exposure.
Takitoshi, overly stimulated by, among other things, all the Suntory he'd been lapping up, made a grab for both boobs, forgetting the circumstances, the other people, Miki and Keiko and even Sunny. As another Oriental might have commented, "Taki-toshi-san lose much face by coming on hot instead of cool."
The singer suddenly shoved those two tremendous tits right into Takitoshi's face, as if trying to put out his eyes with her round, elongated nipples. He backed off now, and in the process fell on his back, and lay there, like an overturned bottle, trying to get to his feet. The white and Oriental singers, before either Miki or Keiko could interfere, suddenly appeared on either side of the obese Jap and, taking hold of him by the arms and shoulders, they got him into an upright position again.
However, in the process, it seems that the breasts of each nearest his side suddenly did what their black sister's had also done-popped loose. Takitoshi made some more grabs for them, and this time, they didn't back off, but sort of stood there, and his fat fingers connected, squeezing their nipples, pawing their breasts. If they felt anything erotic by these movements, they didn't show it, but, in "The Show
Must Go On" tradition, just stood there and started singing another number-a soft, subtle love song, naturally.
All around Takitoshi, people were frowning in disapproval, some even pointing their fingers as if that was going to stop him from boob-squeezing. Billy could see that Takitoshi's erection was getting bigger, almost ready to bust loose from his trousers. He wondered if the fat Nip really had a dick that big, or whether he was wearing a dildo of some sort. Well-perhaps everyone would soon find out for themselves.
A couple of guards were headed toward Takitoshi, apparently bent on putting a stop to his antics. But, Billy waved them back; not yet, not until he was good and ready. Then, he'd take care of serious business in his own way. But, not right now.
Now, the black girl, as if peeved that her two sisters were getting all the attention, suddenly began to strip.
Still singing, still dancing, ala Tina Turner, she began to unzip her dress and step right out of it, whirling it around her head like a cape of some sort, then throwing it right into Takitoshi's face.
He grabbed it, searching for the crotch; when he found that, he started to sniff, shoving his nose deep into the luxurious fabric. The Oriental and white singers laughed, while the black singer laid on some heavy jive patter, then-since she wasn't wearing a bra-stepped out of her panties, pink silk jobs, and, grabbing her dress so that she pulled it back from Takitoshi's face, she whacked him a good one right on the mouth with her panties.
Takitoshi, spotting the attractive undergarments, made a grab for them, got hold of them, and immediately started not only sniffing but also licking, practically trying to eat the silky fabric with his teeth. Perhaps he was acting out a pussy-eating fantasy; at any rate, Miki and Keiko gave him long looks of both surprise and disapproval, while the black singer started adding much innuendo and suggestive lyrics to the song she was laying on the fat Jap.
Sunny, from across the room, glanced at Billy, giving him a sign by her expression that she didn't understand this rude display, and hinting that he should stop it. Billy flashed back a secret smile, indicating that now was not the time, and for her to cool it and not get in a sweat, because he, Billy-san, had everything under control.
Miriam, beside Billy, started to say something like, "I didn't put up twenty thousand for you to open a peep show with," but Billy told her to cool it, for the best, as he told her bluntly, was still to come.
Takitoshi was eating the panties, practically swallowing them, saliva slobbering from his fleshy lips, the hot stimulation of sex reflected in his bugged-out eyes. The other two singers, who had popped both of their breasts out of their dresses by now, were busily rubbing their lovely boobs against Takitoshi's ears, really getting him going, while the black chick, her pussy a work of art and her glossy pubic hairs the frame for that passionate picture, was shifting her haunches and shimmying her crotch, moving her center of gravity closer and closer toward Takitoshi, putting her pretty pussy with its long, erect clitoris right into his face.
Takitoshi spotted this, over the panties.
He dropped the panties, and grabbed for the black chick.
She quickly backed off, and he bent himself into a bow, looking like a back-broken Buddha, practically falling on his face. But, the two singers on either side grabbed him by the shoulders and got him into a semi-sitting position again. Then, they started stripping, too.
Meanwhile, there was a steady buzz of conversation, over the sounds of the band who were still playing some rocking and socking soul sounds with plenty of back beat. People were wondering when this disgraceful exhibition was going to be stopped, looking around, as if expecting the fuzz to come flapping in momentarily and put the cuffs on all of them, glancing nervously toward the guards, who were still unmoved by anything except the three singers doing their collective thing.
Much talk was going on, most of it disapproving of Takitoshi's bad maimers. But, the gentleman in question didn't seem to care, as, confronted with three luscious and nude females, he staggered to his feet, weaving like a beach ball on the sand, and, clumping toward the girls, he muttered, "Me want make.. . fuckee-fuckee.. . with you.. . . "
The black chick, the hippest of the trio by far, shook her pussy in his face and countered with, "Well, big daddy, first we're gonna make dancee-dancee with you-if you can stay on your feet without falling on your fat fucking ass!"
The other two girls grabbed Takitoshi by the shoulders, and, half-holding, half-pushing him, they got him on the dance floor, with the black chick standing right in front of him, as if she was the mistress of ceremonies, and she was going to give the downbeat for the fat Nip to swing.
Oh yeah, she was one superhip chick, all right.
Signaling the band to play something raunchy like The Stripper, she started strutting her stuff, bending her back and pushing her pendulous boobs right toward Takitoshi's face. At the same time, she began to swivel her hips around, shaking her sweet ass like two round mounds of gelatin, while her head bobbed up and down like a pretty swinging bird. She moved as close to Takitoshi as she could get, yet still keeping, by at least a few inches, out of the reach of his grasping, chubby fingers.
But, she did get close enough to move her hand with a swift gesture, and unzip his fly.
And, what popped out was.. .
One long, monstrous, erect penis.
It had wrinkles in the foreskin, and the tip was as thick and red as an apple. It pointed toward the black chick like a gun, and seemed to be capable of almost going out on its own.
The other two girls were giggling and laughing, pointing at the thing, while Takitoshi was mumbling something, bumbling around, trying to get himself going in the direction of the black singer standing-rather, swirling-in front of him, her cute cunt a challenge to his manhood as she thrust her body toward him and then tantilizingly and teasingly pulled herself back each time.
Billy was really digging this scene.
He was keeping his own cock under steady control, because he wanted the focus of attention to be on Takitoshi. He really wanted to shaft the fat man, and so far, his modest expectations were being well exceeded.
Yeah, Billy thought, you're gonna get screwed, Takitoshi... but not the way you think, mother-fucker... no, baby, you're gonna get the shaft and a half.. . right up your fat ass-hole!. . .
Then he noticed the guards again, this time really zooming in on the Jap. Billy had to get up and go over and intercept them personally, to cool them out and tell them that things were under control. He whispered a few well-chosen words in their ears, and when they started grinning and licking their lips, he knew he'd cooled them out until he was ready for further action. At his own command, of course.
On the way back to Miriam, Billy gave Sunny a secret gesture, so she'd know things were still cool. From her subtle motion in response, he knew she'd gotten the message.
He sat back down beside Miriam, who was still pissed. She was threatening to walk out and get hold of some cops herself, to put a stop to Taki-toshi's messing around. But Billy, getting one hand inside her clothes and, with his thumb tweaking her clit and with his forefinger getting a few inches of feel into her cunt, pretty well laid down the good word on her to cool it, really cool it, because it had all been preplanned, and it was necessary to, as he act it, knock Takitoshi out of business so Billy's own club would have no competition from the Golden Goose.
Well, Miriam felt those familiar fingers doing their very familiar thing, and she began to feel her own sexual inclinations arise. Her juices started to spurt a bit, and her clit and nipples began to erect themselves. The more he diddled her, the less she was mouthing off about the shit that was doing down due to Takitoshi, and the more she began to feel warm, to perspire, to start to strip herself.
Billy had to whisper into her ear, rather loudly, "No, baby, not right now. The big show is over on the dance floor, with the fat Nip. He comes first this time, if you dig where I'm at."
She moved closer, rubbing her body against his, feeling those fingers really turning her on. She wasn't thinking much about fuzz or face or problems of personalities any more. No, she was starting to feel like fucking; though, Billy still had other business to take care of, yet he really had to get Miriam's mind, and body, off what was going down on the dance floor; so that was about the only way he could do it.
Meanwhile, Takitoshi was getting his kicks, or so he thought.
He was moving toward the black chick like a sa-mauri swordsman, shoving his prick at her like a sword. She would bend back, ducking away, still shaking her boobs and pussy at him; while he would lunge forward, barely able to stand, trying to ram her with his equipment.
This went on like a Japanese Noh play, or perhaps a simulated bullfight, for several minutes.
Until Takitoshi finally scored.
He got in a left jab, and it seemed, that, for a few fleeting seconds, he had penetrated the girl's pussy lips, and grazed her clit, causing her to feel like considering making it with the Oriental after all. Of course, she had certain instructions along those lines; and now, so it seemed, was just about the right time to take care of the business she'd been briefed on.
And, as she winked at the other two girls in a special way that had been preplanned, they got the message.
They started feeling Takitoshi up. The Oriental was rubbing her boobs against his chest, her hands snaking around his neck, her tongue slipping into his ear. The white girl was rubbing at his thighs, grabbing his member and fondling it firmly between her fingers.
Takitoshi let out a gurgling scream, which quickly changed to sexy giggles as he felt the girls working him over. At the same time, they began to push him in such a way that he lost his footing, and half-fell, half-sat down on the dance floor. Again, they got him on his back like an upturned insect, and proceeded to work him over so quickly and so efficiently that he began burbling, like a child crying for a lollipop, "Want make fuckee-fuckee... you make fuckee-fuckee... we all make fuckee-fuckee..." Yes.. . we all will.
The black girl was on him like a flash, grabbing for his monstrous erection, while the Oriental and white were working him over on the sides, their hands and mouths doing a fine job of getting him sexually shook up. The black was yanking his dick, trying to almost pull it off.. . When-that's what happened. What came off, though, was not his dick-but a giant dildo, that had been attached to his real penis. And, as the spotlight focused on Takitoshi's crotch... the audience laughed. Loudly, bitterly, savagely; almost nastily. For, what the spotlight revealed, was a shrunked little thing not much more than four inches long, about as flexible as a carrot and as thin as a toothpick. Truly, Takitoshi had really been faking it, trying to make fuckee-fuckee with a dickee-dickee that wasn't even his.
Talk about losing face; he pretty well lost his entire body, as far as loss of prestige was concerned.
But that wasn't all.
As the fat Oriental tried to get back on his feet, apparently feeling he'd better get out of there before any more misfortunes fell upon him, the black chick, who'd ducked backstage not long ago, returned. And she was not alone, either.
Squealing, squalling, trying to get away, but held securely by her strong arms, was.. .
A pig.
A great, fat white pig, so white it was almost an albino. It must have weighed close to a hundred pounds, but the girl was handling it all right. The contrast of the pig's white flesh against her dark skin was savage in its effect as she brought the porker right over the struggling Oriental's stomach...
And dropped it.
Someone in the audience said, loudly enough for the rest to hear, "Takitoshi-san make fuckee-fuckee with pigee-pigee." Pause. "But not have much dickee-dickee to use. Too bad. So sorry."
Takitoshi, feeling the heavy weight of the pig on top of his chest, was making strange squealing sounds not un-like those of the pig, which didn't seem to dig the encounter any more than the Golden Goose's owner. But the girls were holding him firm against the floor, while the sexy black gal was manipulating the huge porker over the poor man's crotch.
Miriam was, at first, speechless; then, she started laughing, almost hysterically as she glanced from Takitoshi and his pig to Billy, then back again.
"Billy... you crazy mother... did you set that shit up.. . "
Billy just shrugged, as if what was happening on the dance floor was no fucking business of his. Instead, he slipped his hand inside her dress again, and tweaked her clit in such a way that he answered her question.
Miki and Keiko, however, simply got up and walked out. Sunny went with them. None of them even looked in Billy's direction. Billy didn't care; he figured they didn't want to betray anything, one way or the other, by any overt glances. And, anyway, he was pretty sure they knew why this particular scene was going down. But, he figured, being somewhat sedate in their manners, like most Japanese, they just decided to split and be cool about it. He would talk to them later, and explain things. But, right now, he had to apply the coup de grace to Takitoshi. This was, right on, the moment he'd been waiting for all night.
He had a signal to the guards.
Who, in turn, gave a signal to the gathered press. Especially the photographers.
Suddenly, the entire room was lit like a starburst with the flash of exploding strobe lights from the photographers' cameras as they began taking frame after frame of photos of Takitoshi and his pig. The writers moved in next, trying to interview both of them, as if the pig could speak. They were followed by the guards, who stood around and watched carefully, waiting for further signals from Billy about what to do next, and when to move in.
And, now joining everyone else, were the police themselves. Billy had placed the call himself, wanting to make sure that they came in coolly and unobtrusively, not making a scene like the New York fuzz were prone to do, but just coming in very quiet and careful, and just getting Takitoshi himself, not bothering any other members of the audience at all.
The cops stared.
That's all.
Just stood around and stared, trying to think up a precedent, perhaps trying to formulate a specific charge on which the arrest Takitoshi.
Everybody else was staring, too.
Including Billy, not to mention Miriam.
Because Takitoshi.. .
Was really fucking the pig now.
And both of them.. .
Seemed to be enjoying it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Oooooooh... Billy-san... do it again... please!. . " Night. Quiet. Dark. In a woman's apartment.
Billy and the woman, in bed, making it, his Number One securely stuck inside her quivering cunt, stimulating her sweet juices, making her erotic feelings come out.
It was about a week after the opening night of Soul Nation. And, one week, less one day, after the closing night of Soul Nation.
No, the cops hadn't closed Billy's club down.
He had.
Closed it down into a "private" club, where all sorts of erotic and sexual adventures could be had, but only by a very restricted membership list. And, those who were lucky enough to get on that list had to hand out heavy bread, much loot indeed, before they were even considered for membership. The press stories and photos of the opening night incident had really sparked interest among the entire populace of Japan, not just Tokyo alone. For, the Japanese are a sexually permissive nation, and sometimes sexually kinky as well.
In short, the resident Orientals had dug that crazy scene, and Billy had "converted" his club and walked away with a big bundle in the process. He'd "sold" his club to a syndicate of Japanese investors, all big businessmen from some of the largest corporations in the country, who wanted the place for selected employees of theirs-including, of course, themselves.
"Uuuuh... more, Billy-san... more!..."
Her moans seemed to blend with the blues in the background, being hollered out by no one less than B. B. King, one of Billy's right on favorites. As if B.B.'s guitar was goosing him, he pressed his chest hard against the girl's lovely, squishy breasts, feeling the flesh temporarily give way and the nipples nail into his skin.
Her clit was nestling against his stomach, neatly finding its place in his navel. He moved his stomach slightly, and she began to moan with that sweet sexy sound that means he was striking pretty close to home. He had her down on her back in bed, in the good old traditional position this time. But, with the most basic of B.B.'s blues playing in the background-what could be more natural?
He could feel the King's rhythms getting into his soul, and his body began to move in accompaniment. He noticed that she was twisting, too, keeping that rock-hard beat with her body, while her mouth sought his ears and her tongue began to stab into his eardrums. He started nudging her cunt with his cock, moving it around slightly, changing positions just a fraction of an inch so that all the membranes in her sweet hole were being equally stimulated.
She responded by biting him on the earlobe.
He responded to that by swinging his head around and biting her on the upper lip.
She made some yelping sound, as if he'd really hurt her, which of course he hadn't. He clamped his teeth around her lower Hp next, carefully squeezing his mouth shut so his teeth merely grazed the fleshiness of her lower lip.
Then he withdrew and gave her a good hard smack on the mouth.
With his lips.
She could feel the strength of his mouth against hers, and she tried to French him first. But he was too fast, too quick for her. His tongue snaked out and smacked against her teeth, pushing them open. He got his tongue into her mouth, touching the tip of her tongue, pushing it back, further back into her sweet sucking mouth, using his tongue like a tennis racket, batting back at her, his tongue reaming and creaming all over her mouth membranes, forcing her to sort of suck his tongue as he Frenched her hard and fast.
While, at the same time, Number One was taking care of serious business a bit further down.
He had gotten her going into orgasm by now, and her haunches were vibrating up and down on the bed springs, her back arching toward his, her hands clutched hard around the firmness of his tough ass. He could feel her fingernails doing their digging into his flesh, but there was no pain connected with that, he didn't flinch an inch.
Those big boobs of hers were really banging against his chest, as her arching back pushed her torso toward him, their chests together as if one. He could feel the hard, pointed nipples biting into his skin, almost cutting loose some of his chest hairs.
She was indeed a wild one when she was going on this way, and she was really getting it on.
Her entire body seemed to be the embodiment of one gigantic orgasm, and now, as he Frenched her, she was trying to swallow his tongue and hers both.
Far out, he thought... this chick is a sister and a half.. .
Number One was feeling pretty firm inside her, and his balls were in their usual state of precoital agitation. No question, he was ready and steady.
To strike, and strike hard; that would be next.
He was breathing a mixture of perspiration and perfume, listening to a sound stream of her moans and B.B.'s lusty blues. Of course, he could easily make it without music, but it wouldn't be half the fun. Music made the balls grow big, the cock grow hard; and the cunt become that much more lubricated and accommodating, too.
Her orgasms were so intense that she was like a flying comet, burning herself up the closer she got to Father Earth, the latter in the position of Billy Jones.
Bang her, Billy, said a strange little voice inside his skull. Bang her beautiful, baby-and bang her now!
The voice was right. The cunt was ready.
Right at the crest of a magnificent orgasmic expression that she had created-Billy came.
Rat-a-tat-tat, one round after the other, his cock let loose its stinging sperm, stabbing her pussy like a knife. She clutched him closer, her skin evaporating into his, trying to become one. He kept on firing off his rounds, blast after blast, feeling her body receive them and buckle after each one as she felt him exploding like a land mine inside her. Her membranes struggled to stimulate his exertions even more, and after he'd finally shot his load and was quiet again, she was still goosing her juices, drenching both of them with pussy juice and perspiration.
The blues continued in the background.
Both lay still, still stuck in each other's arms.
Billy Jones.
And Miriam Henderson.
Not Sunny. When she left the club that night after Takitoshi's fucked-up performance, she had really split for good. For whatever reasons. She hadn't told him, because she'd just packed up and moved out, and that was that. No one knew where she was. He had no way of knowing what unfathomable Japanese logic had worked its way inside her psyche, and caused her to cut out.
Well, he was cutting out, too.
In a couple of hours, both he and Miriam would be headed for the airport, ready for a Japan Air Lines flight to New York. Yes, they were both going home again, black brother and black sister. Back home, where they belonged. No more gaijins (foreigners) in a foreign country.
But, not exactly back to Harlem poverty, either.
No, not hardly. Not with what Billy had collected from the sale of his club, and the bread Miriam could get from her bourgeois family. No, they'd five in style, in a town-house on the Upper East Side, where Billy would set himself up in business and make plenty more bread where the other came from. What kind of business? Well, that was Billy's secret, for now. But with all the cool tricks and expertise he'd picked up in Japan-it would be a business that would bring in plenty of customers with lots of loot, make no mistake about that
He started to pull out. "Where do you think you're going, honey?"
"Got a plane to catch, baby, don't you remember?"
"We got time for one more."
"Have we?"
He felt her cunt lips close about his relaxed cock again, and the way they were moving and grooving, the way Number One seemed to start responding, all he could say was:
