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 #title "Miwako's Date" by Senor Rojo

   It all started at the Paradise Lost, in Kitakyushu.  I was in southern
Japan visiting some married friends, and my girlfriend and I were (as
usual) fighting.  It was the height of the typhoon season, during one of
those brief periods of calm when it drizzles on-and-off, before opening up
and soaking everything.....

   My friend Phil was working the bar during the go-go swingshift, while I
was sitting with some of the younger regulars drinking and joking.  I was
moving around from table to table, when two cute little girls beckoned me
over.  Sitting down, they offered me more of what I was drinking (beer) and
more of what I wanted (female company).

   Chisato and Miwako were 'friends' that who went to college by day, and
frequented the bar scene by night.  They were both actually waiting for
their 'dates' -- not their boyfriends from the college, either -- Japan has
a thriving escort industry, backed by the yakuza.  It's one of those things
that everybody knows and no one talks about.  Besides, how else are all of
those little hardbodies supposed to afford the exorbitant tuition at
'Kyudai' (Kyushu U)?

   Chisato was poured into some very tight black jeans, with a white silk
blouse, her long black hair running down her back to below the pockets of
her jeans.  I noticed the red highlights in her hair that marked her as
'furyou' -- what the locals called trouble, but what I called fun.

   Miwako, however held my gaze in her little black (what of it there was)
leather mini skirt and matching jacket.  She had a 'Peter Pan' haircut,
made famous by the Broadway run of the show of the same name.  Now,
one-third of the female population emulated that cut.  I wasn't
complaining. A short white tube top peeking out from under the jacket
completed the picture of my perfect goth sex toy for the night.

   If I played my cards right.

   And the night is what she was dressed for, all in black.  I had to ask
myself: why do I always gravitate to the ones in black?  Guess it's the
goth in me coming out.  The little hardbodies in black _do_ tend to be a
little more fatalistic, and hence more liberal about sex.
Chisato's date showed up; a rather plain looking salaryman, who was
probably the oldest thing in the bar.  Chisato soon left, cooing in his
ear, cajoling him to where she was _supposed_ to guide him, a little
drinking establishment where she worked, where they would soon be drinking,
and he where would soon be separated from his money (I would guess a few
hundred dollars -- Japanese 'snack' bars are notoriously expensive,

especially those connected to the sex/hostess industry).

   Little Miwako shifted in her seat.  I didn't miss the look that Chisato
gave her; the look of 'don't play'.  Miwako just smiled as Chisato
disappeared with her 'date'.

   Miwako slid up next to me.  She didn't know that I spoke Japanese, so I
became the latest victim of her English (which wasn't that bad...)...

   "You American?  From California?" What an icebreaker.  I had heard this
countless times before, from little ladies on the make.

   (Yes, I am.) I responded in broken Japanese.  What gaijin doesn't pick
up a little while in country?  Speaking totally in English would either set
me up as a turista or a phony.

   "Oh, cool!" (You really are from California?  Cool!  So is Phil, the
bartender.)

   (Yes, I know.  Phil and I were classmates together.) I put my arm around
her, bringing her closer so that we could talk over the noise in the bar.
(So, I take it your boyfriend didn't show up?  Or is he just a bit late? 
Don't you want to get out of here?)

   (I'd love to), she cooed into my ear.  Japanese are soo obsessive about
time.  The 'boyfriend' had obviously screwed up.  (There's this little
drinking establishment I know just down the street...)

   My ears pricked up.  _All_ of the drinking holes around the Paradise
were high- priced hostess bars.  This was no pick-up -- she was trying to
substitute one 'customer' for another.

   (C'mon, let's get away from the bar scene, and go out for some air.) As
in, let's go to one of the public parks and get to know each other a little
better.

   (Err...) she said, emphasizing her point by moving her hands lower, (We
could do that after going to the bar that I know, so....) she traced her
hands along the outline of my tool, which was tenting in my (now getting
uncomfortably tight) jeans.

   We left the bar.  Phil winked at me, as we climbed the stairs up into
the cool Kyushu night, walking down the street -- it was my turn to smile
as we walked out the door into the soggy Kyushu night....

   Sure enough, we made our way to a cluster of drinking holes, all set
into an 8 story 'Japanese mansion' style apartment building.

   The Japanese 'mansion' is a misnomer.  The apartments are usually no
bigger than one bedroom in the US, or anywhere else.  But, in Japan they
are relatively cheap (being a standard design) so many businesses get
permission to rent two and knock out the adjoining wall for office space,
or anything else....

   (Let's take the stairs....) I said, pushing her up by her gorgeous ass.

   (Eeeee, too soon for that!) she cried, in jest.

   Then I found what I was looking for on the fourth floor.  An open
maintenance closet!  Cool!  (Let's rest here for awhile...Ok?)

   Miwako, slightly tipped, little chest heaving, nodded as I came up
behind her kissing her neck and ears.  She swooned.  (Ohhhh...  that.... 
ohhh...  we should....  ohhh...)

   (We can get a drink later from your friends) I cooed, pushing up on her
top, finding no bra (no surprise, either), my hands on her cool chest.

   (Oooh, that's warm.) Hah!  Go to Japan any time of the year and in any
location from the coastal cities to the snow country, and you will find the
young _always_ underdress for the conditions.  You won't hear any criticism
out of me, however.

   (Yes, I thought you'd like that, and THIS!) I pinched her nipples as she
turned back in surprise, her lips meeting mine, her tongue dancing, her
body convulsing, as I moved one hand down, hiking up her miniskirt.

   (Ummmmmph!) She tried to suppress her moaning.  (Uummmmm....)

   It wasn't long before she reached behind herself, pulling me closer as
one of my hands found its way deeper, under the skirt and into her wet
panties.  (Are you sure that you want this?)

   She didn't reply, instead she grabbed my tool, pulling on it. 
PAINFULLY, tried to guide it in the general direction of down and between
her legs.  Damn if she liked it rough.  Okay....

   (Ouch!  Hey!) I decided to give her exactly what she wanted.  Grabbing
her panties, I pulled them straight down, twisting them tightly, binding
her ankles together with them.  Then, in just about one move, I doubled her
over the sink, spreading her gorgeous ass-cheeks wide.

   (Ah!  No!  I'm sorry!  I...!) Her hole was wet.  With a <slap!> I rammed
my dick deep inside her, just hitting bottom as my stomach slapped into her
ass.  Heheheh.  This _was_ what she wanted, right?

   (Auuugh, God!) she screamed (God!  Gooood!  Ah!  Ah!  Don't...stop! 
More!  Ah!)

   I grabbed her wrists, raising her slightly, then pushed down on her
little backside while pulling and ramming into her tight pussy.  Her feet
left the ground; she screamed as I came into her.  I wasn't quite done with
her yet......

   "Oh.  Oh.  Oh," she moaned, thoroughly filled with my gaijin meat.

   "Little girl, you'd better hold on to something."

   Splaying her little body aver the sink gave me a wonderful view of her
tiny little ass hole.  Scooping some of our mixed juices out of her tight
little snatch, I watched her puckered little hole eat my finger to the
second knuckle.

   (Aaaaaah!) I could hear her cries wash back up into my ears from the
sink below as I withdrew my finger, and started to slowly push my purple
monster (at least to her) cock head into her tiny hole.  (Oh!  Oh!  Oh! 
God!  Big!  Ah!)

   Gad,she was noisy.  I did have to do something about all the noise she
was making...  that was solved by some rags in the store room(Here, bite
bite down on this before someone hears us!) without pulling out, I looped
one rag over her mouth, then, reaching for another one, tied her wrists.

   (Mmmph!  Mm...mmm...ph!  Phh!!) She shuddered, her whole body taut,
squeezing deliciously on my dick..

   I had grabbed her bound wrists, taking her, pushing inward by inches,
until I impaled her to the root.

   Her back jerked up, as she tried to draw back, only succeeding in
impaling herself even more, as I pinched one of her perky little tits
mercilessly.  She threw us both to the far wall of the little room -- my
dick still impaling her ass like a meat hook (that it was, in this case).

   I could hear her screaming into the rag, almost spitting the words
through it--she was coming; her nether tunnel squeezing on my once spent,
but now re-hardening dick, her heels hooking onto the lip of the sink,
pushing herself onto my pole, as I just managed to get two fingers into her
sopping cunt, probing for the magic spot that I knew would send her over
the edge.

   (Aummph!!!!) Miwako shuddered, screaming in esctasy, pushing violently
against me as I came inside her.  I stumbled back against the far end of
the little room as she kicked away from the sink.  I hit the wall as she
disengaged from me with an audible *POP*, to collapse on the cold floor. 
We could hear the voices of drunken salary men just outside; I washed off
in the sink, watching her slight form shivering on the floor.  In the dim
light of the small room I could see the bluish tinge to her black hair as
she raised her head to my waist

   (OW!!) I cursed in Japanese, as she locked her lips around my dick.  In
it went, straight down her little mouth, her hands snaking up from the
loosening bonds as she milked my tool.  Her screams felt delicious on my
dick as I reached down to tweak her tender nipples.

   I couldn't take it any more!  I came all over her pretty little face,
spurting come on her cheeks in her short little hair, and on the black tube
top that I had pushed up earlier.

   I stumbled out into the cold Kyushu night, drained and nauseated from
sex and beer (I don't recommend mixing the two....).

   (Wait!  NO!  You have to come with me!)

   (I already did.  Go away.)

   I took a piss outside the door (as most Japanese salarymen would do),
and took the elevator downstairs.

   I was about 2 blocks from the Yakuza mansions, at the double doors of
the Paradise Lost when I heard her footfalls; her yelling after me...

   (YOU HAVE TO COME BACK!  YOU PROMISED!!)

   (I didn't promise anything.  I said, 'maybe' and 'later'.  You are hella
rude to assume so much of a stranger.)

   My friend Phil casually came up.  (So, little girl, are you usually sooo
rude to foreigners?) He winked at me, and hissed (I happen to know your
'master' -- I think you'd better run along, and find an easier 'John' -- my
friend can get quite mean if you piss him off...besides, didn't you have
any fun with him?)

   She didn't answer; turning with a scowl she tramped off into the wet
Kyushu night, splashing some drunken salarymen as she went, back to her
"master"...
   End.