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*****

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If not, please read no further. Contains stuff that
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Batteries not included.

*****
Yet another Miya adventure.
Miya and I did meet again,
but didn't hit it off. This is
a story of what could have
been.....

If you like it, please send e-
to mailto:senor_rojo@bigfoot.com

Miya's Ride (asian, mmf, anal, cons)
by Senor Rojo

     	I called Miya a few months later, on my way to visit my friend
Chris in Tokyo. Chris was a translator for one of the big keiretsu, he
worked hard by day. Like every other Tokyoite, he played hard by night,
mostly at the company's expense. To me, he was crash space and a drinking
buddy.

     	Miya agreed to come over to his house, but had trepidations about
spending time with two strange, foreign men. I mentioned to her that it
might be fun. After some cajoling, and the promise of Kahlua mud slides did
she finally relent.

     	Miya came over some hours later, around 10 pm, just as Chris was
strategically 'going out.' She told us that she just came back from a
party, and was a bit tired. I believed her. Miya, all 4'9" of her, was
dressed in black. Black stretch tee, black leotard leggings, black
sneakers, black lipstick. And, black sacks under her eyes. She was a goth
minx goddess, going for the lolita-vampiress look. She succeeded. It didn't
take much time for her to see that she was having an effect on Chris and I.
Or, more specifically, on 'little Chris and Rojo.'

     	"It's nice to meet you," said Chris, as he stepped out 'to get some
more vodka'. "I'll be back in an hour or so." He grinned at Miya, and
closed the door. That left us alone.

     	<Ah, I'm sooo tired.> Miya leaned against me, almost upsetting the
glass of Kahlua that I was pouring her. I could feel her under the
tights...no bra! Well, it _was_ summer....
	     <Here. I think that you'll like this.> I handed her the glass.
<I see that you're into tight tees now>.
	     <Yeah, it's all the rage with the young. Showing your
bellybutton like Madonna.>
	     <Mmmm. This _is_ good. Ahhh.....> she swooned, as I started
working my hands into her shoulders. She purred as I kneaded my fingers
into her. I kissed her neck. She turned as I brushed her hair back, kissing
her, pulling at her top.
	     She melted, responding to my hands, my lips; shuddering in
anticipation of what was to come. I poured her another Kahlua. I turned her
around, working my hands into her shoulders, under her blouse, rubbing,
caressing, and indulging in what she loved the most: kissing. I could taste
Kahlua, licking it out of her mouth as she pulled on my shirt, which I took
off. I kneaded my hands into her breasts, pinching her nipples under the
tee. I could see them hardening like twin erasers under her top.
     	<Ah, I saw that>. I teased her, at the points on her shirt.
	     <Do you like it? I was just out with my girl friends. We all
dress like this.> she purred. I noticed that Kahlua tends to make Miya, and
other Japanese girls purr. Beer doesn't seem to do it for the girls, but
cocktails, and for Miya, Kahlua....
	     <Let me see if I can help you with that....> I said, pulling
on the tight shirt, pinching at her nipples, running my lips across her
milky white skin. Ah, these women of the night... by day, Miya was trapped
in the corner of an office under buzzing fluorescent lighting; night time
was the only time she really ever got any air; at night, she was alive.
	I ran my tongue across one nipple as I rubbed the area inside her
thighs, kneading and rubbing her tired muscles; she ran her tiny hands
through my hair as I licked and kissed her, lower, lower still until I
pulled her tights off --just as I thought.
     She wasn't wearing any panties. She moaned, as my finger sank into her
wetness. The sneakers were long gone, doffed at the door as is Japanese
custom. Taking a drink (and some ice) I dove into her wetness with my
tongue, rolling her into a 69 with me on the bottom, spreading those thin
milky thighs that had captivated me since we had first met. I passed my
tongue over her bud, teasing it with the ice.
     	<What? Ahh..! Oh, god...!> she shuddered, rubbing my by now
engorged member through my pants, pulling at the buttons on my jeans. She
found out that I don't wear underwear either. It tends to get in the way.
She grabbed at my dick, rubbing and squeezing it. As I thrusted my tongue
into her depths, I pushed her head down.
	     "Mmmm...mph!" She moaned, engulfing and licking my tool. Then
she stopped. <I have an idea.>

	     I soon found out what it was. She must've taken a drink.
Coolness. Cool sensations traveling from my legs as she engulfed me again.
I could feel myself hardening in her throat.  Enough of this, I thought.
     	She mewed in protest as I threw her off me, turning her over onto
Chris's half folded futon, raising her by her ankles, entering her with one
hard push.

	We didn't hear the keys in the door, Chris, or his shoes coming off
with a flop at the door. <Well, I see you kids have been busy. Do we still
need drinks?>
     <YES!> Miya disentangled from me. My turn to protest.
	     "Great timing, dude!" I smirked, but did not put anything on.
Neither did she.
     	<Damn. It's hot in here.> Chris doffed his clothes, except for his
boxers. <Not that I'm complaining, this time...>
     	I let Chris and Miya get acquainted while I made mudslides for
three. 50-50 Vodka should do... I thought it was really weird for two
mature, semi nude people to sit apart. So formal, so...
	     <Eeee!> Miya yipped, ending up in Chris's arms as I ran some
ice along her hot backside.
	     <Heheheh. That's much better. Here's your 'slides.> I handed
them the unguent of the evening. Chris, free spirit that he is, was a
little taken back at the circumstances, but how can you turn down a
beautiful girl in your arms? Miya wasn't complaining either.
	     <Hi....!>
	     <Hi.> They kissed. I smiled. Miya's hands gravitated to Chris,
as I went to the bathroom.

     	When I came out, I wasn't surprised to see Miya riding Chris, eyes
closed tightly, mumbling in Japanese, I took a long drink of what was left,
and deep kissing Miya, shot half of it down her throat. She grabbed my tool.
     	<I want this.> I didn't know why. Chris was built like a horse down
there.

     	<Uh, later, OK?> Yep, she was busy....

	     <Actually, I have a better idea> I rolled a condom on,
smearing it with some Aloe Vera lotion that I found in the bathroom. Miya
yipped when I smeared some on her nether hole.

     	"Hey, Chris, wanna make a Miya sandwich?" Chris smiled, uneasily.
He had never done a threesome, and had a feeling that I was going to push
it again.

     	<Little girl, whatever you do, don't let go of the big guy.> I said.

	     Chris and I are about the same height. She grabbed him with
her body as he raised her, lifting and dropping her back down on himself.
She was wet, and getting wet everywhere. I worked the lotion up into her as
she gasped against Chris.
	     She moaned into Chris's mouth as I worked the tip of my tool
into her other hole, feeling her tightness, feeling Chris slow his tempo to
accommodate this new intrusion. Chris lifted her a little, and when he
dropped her I felt her little sphincter give, and I was in to the hilt.

     	"Hokay, Chris, let go of her and grab _me_." We had to keep
together. She was so tight that if we pulled apart wrong I was afraid that
we might hurt her.
	     Miya was just about delirious. <Ah...tight...stuck in...stuck
in...tight....ah....godohgodohgod....stuck in....>

     I can only imagine what a sight we were, two tall guys pinioning a
little Japanese girl, her legs swinging free, her toes a number of feet
from the ground. We didn't move for moments as she shuddered in ecstasy,
riding us. She wiggled, moaning and mewing on her own personal hobby horse
of meat. We filled her.
     	She kissed Chris, holding on to him for dear life, her legs
swinging in that cadence that none of us would ever forget. She screamed
into his mouth as I pinched her engorged nipples, bucking so much that
Chris shot his load into her. I did too. I could feel her shoulders pushing
against my chest as she climaxed again..

     	<Heheheh> I reached down and fingered her clit, sending her
screaming into Chris's mouth, her pussy clenching and unclenching our tools
uncontrollably. I could feel Chris getting hard again.
	     <Ohgodohgodohgod.> Miya was delirious again, bumping up and
down on our rehardening dicks, slapping into us as we all held on for dear
life. I was getting tired at this point... I pressed my hands into her ass
checks, crushing them together as my tool came out with a <pop!> leaving
the condom hanging behind, dripping my come.
	     <Really good, RojoKun> Chris grinned, lifting Miya up to
accommodate me, then letting her fall with a <plop!> back on his tool. Miya
was starting to drip all over the floor.
     	<Tell you two lovebirds what. I need to get some air. Chris, I
recommend that you acquaint Miya with 'doggy style'.>
     	Miya's wide-eyed look, and Chris's shit-eaten grin were all I
remember as I cleaned up, slipped on my jeans, and strolled out the door in
a pair of clogs, beer (from the fridge) in hand. I could hear Miya's
gasping cries of passion as the door closed behind me and I sauntered off
into the cool Tokyo night.

	E-mail me if you would like to hear what happened after that...

End?


    ~~~~Senor Rojo Mini-FAQ~~~~
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