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Dream Monogatari Copyright 2002-2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved Story
Codes: M+/F, Public, Reluctant, Humiliation, MDom, interracial (Asian)
Note: In 2002 I spent several weeks in Japan as part of a student
cultural exchange.  I loved it and I've gone back every single chance I've
gotten since.  My personal fantasies fall along the lines of this
scene...which may, or may not develop into a story someday.  I'll note the
blog a little.

   Dream Monogatari by rache

   The trains in Tokyo were so crowded, but Rachael didn't really mind. 
She was used to it having ridden buses most of her life back in the States
where she'd grown up.  It was just something to be endured.  When she was
lucky enough to get a seat she liked to read, pointedly ignoring the other
anonymous riders.  It was the polite thing to do in Japan.  But standing
was a little different.  The 20 year old hadn't quite mastered the random
motion of the car as it click-clacked its way through the huge city. 
Rachael kept her fingers tight around the plastic loop hanging from the
metal bar above her, leaning slightly one way and then the other.

   She wished she'd tied her long auburn hair back; it was warm in the
train with so many bodies crowded together.  Rachael's blouse was damp with
perspiration and clung to her small body, molding itself to her braless
breasts so that her dark nipples were plainly visible.  She'd worn a short
plaid skirt, like something a schoolgirl might wear.  It was higher than
mid-thigh and tight around her narrow waist.  When she'd first arrived in
Japan a student at the University of Tokyo named Midori, who was Rachael's
sponsor, had warned her of riding trains at rush hour.  Not because of the
crowds exactly, but because of the Japanese salarymen who were making their
way from work to home, or more likely a bar.  But that was precisely why
Rachael was riding the train.

   She'd done this several times before during her short stay in Tokyo. 
She was working the summer as part of a University exchange program,
assisting one of her professors and Thursdays were the girl's free days. 
This was the fourth time in as many weeks she'd worn the exact same outfit,
gotten on the exact same car of the train at the same time on the same day.
If she'd wanted to Rachael may even have recognized some of the strangers
riding the train with her, but she'd always made it a point to keep her
eyes down.  It was enough to know that several of the passengers had come
to recognize her.

   This particular train suited Rachael very well.  It was better thn the
subways, which made far too many stops on their circuitous routes beneath
Tokyo.  This was a "green" train, an express that only stopped at the
larger stations.  This made for long uninterrupted periods when the young
woman would be locked in the press of anonymous bodies.  It would make two
relatively quick stops, but then there were three stations a good 20
minutes apart each.  There were other women on the train, of course, and
some younger students from high school and college, but very few.  Most
Japanese tailored their schedules to avoid the throng of businessmen who
packed the trains this time of day.  There were never any foreigners,
American or otherwise, and this suited Rachael just fine.  She didn't speak
Japanese at all and the feeling of total isolation in an alien environment
was something she found utterly exciting.

   The young woman kept her head down, looking at her feet.  The train was
just leaving Shibuya station and was packed tightly with Rachael in the
center.  She felt bodies pressing against her, shifting as the as the train
lurched and swayed.  She had to move her feet, leaning heavily against
someone unseen and murmuring an apology in Japanese, one of the few phrases
she knew.  As she spread her legs for stability she felt someone's hand on
her leg, just a brief touch and then it was gone.  Rachael didn't look up,
but she felt a quiver of excitement starting in her breast.

   The hand returned a moment later, less tentative this time, sliding up
the back of her thigh and Rachael pressed back a tiny bit, trying to
encourage without being too obvious.  The touch moved inside and higher,
between her legs and under her skirt.  Rachael's heart was beating faster
and she wriggled her hips invitingly.  This was just what she wanted, to be
fondled by a stranger in the midst of hundreds of unsuspecting strangers.
Her pussy was already damp and now it gave a tiny spasm of anticipation. 
Deft fingers brushed over the crotch of her panties, teasing the girl just
as the train pulled into the next station.  Just that brief caress and it
was over, apparently whoever the man was he'd reached his stop.

   The passengers moved and jostled and performed their elaborate
improvised dance to let people off and then on.  Rachael stayed where she
was, resisting the urge to touch herself as a press of new bodies filled
the car.  She licked her lips as the train moved once again and within a
minute a finger scratched the back of her leg lightly, as if in some secret
code, a signal to which the young American had no reply but a tiny nod of
her head.  If it had been noticed and recognized Rachael had no idea, but
the finger soon became a hand.  It slid slowly up to the round firm curve
of her ass, squeezing it through the thin fabric of Rachael's skirt.

   Rachael didn't move and hardly breathed as the stranger pressed his
fingers into the cleft of her cheeks, working against her clothing.  He
seemed content with this, rubbing gently and working the cloth of both her
skirt and panties deep into the soft crevice.  Rachael arched her back
involuntarily, pushing herself against this unseen hand and was immediately
rewarded when it moved slowly around to the front.  He touched her tummy
and lower, moving his hand to rub her covered mound.  Rachael could feel
him, close behind her, his chest against her back as he held her.

   She felt his mouth close to her ear, the heat of his breath through her
hair as he spoke softly in Japanese.  Rachael had no idea what he was
saying, but nodded her head once again, agreeing to whatever it was.  She
felt his arms, both of them now around her waist and she had the sudden
electric sensation that everyone on the train was watching.  She hadn't
looked up in 10 minutes; she had no idea who was around her or what they
could see.  Rachael didn't want to know, but the thought of this stranger
holding her so intimately in the midst of all these people was wonderful.
His hands came together, one lifting the front of her skirt to expose the
white lace of her panties and the other hand grabbing the front of them and
pulling down.

   Rachael gasped softly as the unseen man pulled her panties down slowly,
releasing her skirt and finally using both hands to work them lower.  He
slid his fingers along her skin, inside the waistband to the small of her
back.  He pushed down, front and rear and his whispering voice was urgent
in her ear.  He wanted her to do something, but she was unsure what.  It
seemed the man could push no lower and Rachael's panties were caught
halfway down her thighs, stretched and held in place by her legs.  She
shifted, letting herself lean back hard against this stranger and moved her
feet close together, moving her legs slightly until her panties fell of
their own accord to pool on the floor of the train around her feet.

   The man spoke in her ear again, something soft with seeming approval. 
Rachael shivered with excitement; her skirt had slipped back into place,
the man content to hold onto her waist while she'd finished what he'd
started.  But now she felt his hand sliding up her back and pushing her
down, urging the girl to let go of her handhold.  She guessed at what he
wanted and decided it would be easiest to do it quickly.  Rachael let go
and bent her knees, dropping to a crouch in between 5 strange men, at least
one of whom she knew was watching her.  Probably all of them she thought,
she hoped as her heart pounded.

   Rachael picked up her panties and stood back up quickly, grabbing for
the plastic handle over her head with her free hand and clutching her
panties at her side with the other.  She felt the stranger taking them from
her as the train slowed for the next station.  She kept her face down and
blushed as she heard the man behind her speaking to someone else,
undoubtedly showing off his prize she thought, and one or two other men
chuckled with appreciation.  As the doors opened the men left her with
three separate and distinctly different gropes of her ass.

   Rachael shuddered as her pussy squeezed upon itself.  She was excited
and frustrated and acutely humiliated all at once.  Never before in her
life had she felt so vulnerable and yet, somehow in this strictly
impersonal atmosphere, almost invulnerable as well.  Whatever had happened
so far, whether noticed or not, it was between her and the men touching
her. No one else would comment, at least publicly, no one else would even
acknowledge that they noticed.  It was a private room with no walls and
Rachael loved it.

   As the train began moving finally the train was still crowded as ever,
even more so it seemed to Rachael, but only because of the fire burning
inside her belly now.  She was hot and her nipples ached and protested the
soft torture of her silk blouse sliding across them.  Her bare pussy was
wet with excitement and Rachael pressed her thighs together with a barely
contained moan.

   Another man had taken his place directly behind her and now another
moved to face her from the front.  She could see his suit and trousers and
his feet straddling hers.  As the train rocked he pressed slightly closer
so that the top of Rachael's head touched his chest.  Behind her she felt
the stranger pressing against her back and he seemed to press his pelvis to
the curve of her ass.  Rachael pushed back a fraction and gasped aloud as
she suddenly felt the man's unmistakable erection against her through their
clothing.  She did a number of tiny knee bends, working her ass up and down
as she felt him pressing between the globes of her ass.

   The man behind her pulled back and Rachael almost turned to look over
her shoulder in bewilderment until she felt his hands moving behind her. 
The stranger freed his cock, unzipping himself slowly so that his penis was
free.  He lifted Rachael's skirt slightly and pressed himself forward again
so that his body sandwiched Rachael to the man in front of her.  She felt
the smooth head of his cock across her anus first, then lower, working
between her thighs and sliding across her engorged labia.  The girl moaned
softly and lifted one foot, moving it so she could spread her legs for him.

   Rachael felt dizzy with lust.  This was going so much farther than she'd
ever expected.  Being touched, fondled and groped was one thing.  But she
was about to let a stranger fuck her in the middle of a crowded train.  And
she wanted it.  More than anything else she'd ever wanted in the world she
wanted a hard thick cock in her cunt right at that moment.  She wasn't even
protected a small voice in her mind protested.  She had stopped using the
pill when she'd left the States and her boyfriend behind.  The idea of a
stranger, some faceless man she'd never know depositing his sperm inside
her fertile womb made the girl's stomach tighten with anxiety, but the
feeling only made it so much better.

   The stranger whispered something in her ear and Rachael reached down
with her free hand, knowing the man in front of her was watching.  She
reached under her skirt from the front, bending and leaning against him so
she could grasp the swollen member of the man behind her.  The lust filled
girl held her breath as she felt the heat of him filling her hand.  It
throbbed, eager to fill her tight American pussy and Rachael loved it.  She
rubbed her thumb briefly over the head, feeling the wetness of his precum
before pressing the head to her slit.  She held him with her fingers
underneath and the stranger pushed gently but insistently until his
cockhead found purchase and suddenly entered her fully.

   The pleasure of being filled brought a loud sigh from the girl and
Rachael's face burned with the knowledge that everyone must have heard it.
But that did not stop her enjoyment, or that of the stranger who was now
pushing his cock as deeply as possible into Rachael's womb.  He impaled her
on it so that she was bending over slightly, the man in front of her
politely backing up half a pace to give the girl some extra room.  Her
pussy muscles clenched and spasmed methodically as her orgasm approached
and the movement of the train did the rest.  The stranger merely stood
there, his hands now on Rachael's hips, gripping her tightly as he kept his
cock inside.

   It was all Rachael could do not to push and pull herself on the
delicious sensation of being filled with a long hard cock.  She wondered
how the faceless man behind her could resist moving, content to keep
himself inside.  But such thoughts were quickly lost as Rachael's orgasm
peaked almost violently.  Her body shuddered uncontrollably and her fingers
turned white as she squeezed the handle above her.  Rachael's vaginal walls
closed tightly around the strange cock, like a velvet fist trying to crush
it, releasing for a brief moment before squeezing again.  The girl couldn't
help moving now, she rocked her hips urgently, trying to mask her motion
with that of the train.  She fucked herself back on his cock, heedless of
everything but the pleasure washing through her body.

   The man in front of Rachael had evidently had enough of just watching.
Before she knew what was happening Rachael felt fingers in her hair,
pulling her down so she bent over even farther towards his suddenly exposed
penis.  She opened her mouth, letting the stranger's cock fill the soft wet
O of her lips and slide across the girl's tongue.  The man was using her
mouth, pushing and pulling with a fistful of hair so that Rachael could do
nothing but put her hands on the man's thighs and suck.  Somewhere in her
disoriented mind Rachael realized she was being double teamed by two
strangers on a crowded train, and she burned with the thought of being such
a slut in public.  She could imagine them all watching, whispering, being
offended and it made her body burn with embarrassment.  What had started as
a game had suddenly become her ultimate exhibitionist fantasy come true. 
Nothing could stop her.

   The man behind her was fucking Rachael now with short fast strokes,
pushing her towards the cock filling her mouth.  She gagged noisily as it
hit the back of her throat and she felt precum and her spit leaking out of
her lips, running down her chin.  She could hear the murmurings of foreign
voices as the other people on the train watched the young woman being so
thoroughly fucked.  Rachael's body fairly glowed as humiliation boiled in
her blood.  Her body was lost to the pleasure of the cock thrusting into
her soaked sex, stretching her pussy and keeping the girl teetering on the
abyss of orgasm.  She could feel the roughness of the man's trousers, the
hard sharpness of his open fly as he jammed himself against her.  It was a
wonderful torment that reminded her with every stroke that they were doing
something unexpected, completely spontaneous.

   When the fingers on her hips dug deeply, almost painfully into her soft
flesh she knew her anonymous lover was close.  He pulled her as tightly as
he could, the head of his swollen member reaching for her cervix as it
suddenly erupted with a flood of potent sperm.  It filled her with a warmth
that triggered yet another glorious orgasm and Rachael's whole body tensed,
her mouth open wide so she could suck air around the cock that filled it.
Her pussy spasmed and the soft muscles deep inside her almost seemed to
milk the man's cock for every drop of his cum.  She was trembling and only
the stranger's hands holding her to him prevented Rachael from collapsing
completely.

   The stranger in front of her had paused, speaking softly to the man
behind her who could only grunt his reply as his balls emptied their hot
load in the girl's womb.  Even as Rachael's senses slowly returned and she
began sucking the prick in her mouth once again, she moaned with
reluctance. The man who had just fucked her withdrew his cock slowly,
bringing with it a small stream of wetness that ran down Rachael's thighs.
The sudden emptiness felt wrong somehow and Rachael squeezed her muscles,
forcing yet more of their combined juices to run past the heavy lips of her
pussy.  She tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth, sucking it
earnestly, using her tongue to butterfly beneath the sensitive head as the
strange man thrust himself inside.  He was becoming more forceful, urging
her on with his fit in her hair and soft grunts of pleasure.  The cock was
hot and smooth and wet as it disappeared repeatedly between Rachael's
bruised lips.

   Behind her someone else had manuevered himself into place.  A new cock,
even larger than the previous one pressed upward to easily find her well
used cunt.  The man in front of her pulled Rachael's head down hard, so
that his cockhead pressed to the back of her mouth, threatening to choke
her.  He held her their while another nameless man shoved his prick deep
inside her cunt with one quick lunge.  It impaled her, stretching her more
than the last and touched new places to bring another intense orgasm.  As
the young woman's body shook, stars exploded behind her eyelids and fire
licked across her flesh.  Her pussy collapsed on the cock inside her and
she screams of pleasure were muffled on the prick lodged in her mouth.

   Rachael's body went limp as it gave itself completely to the intensity
of her orgasm.  She couldn't fight it anymore, she forgot where she was and
what she was doing.  All that mattered was the cock fucking her superheated
sex.  The man in front of her lifted her mouth free of his cock and Rachael
instinctively took deep ragged breaths.  Her mouth hung open, drooling onto
the floor beneath her.  The stranger was laughing as were a number of other
men around her.  Rachael coughed weakly and soon found her mouth once again
impaled on cock.  Her orgasm had receded, but never seemed to go away
completely.  It was a continuous rolling wave that rushed through her with
shivers and muffled moans.  She tried to concentrate on the cock in her
mouth and finally managed to catch it in her throat when she tried to
swallow.  The bulbous head entered unexpectedly and Rachael felt a brief
moment of panic as the stranger sensed it and pushed hard, burying his cock
to the root in Rachael's mouth.

   The panic quickly gave way however as Rachael realized she was deep
throating a cock for the first time in her young life.  The knowledge added
to the pleasure of the cock thrusting in her pussy and she ground her ass
against it with a tight circular motion.  Both men were plainly pleased and
whispered encouragement.  There was a soft murmer from the crowd around her
that Rachael understood to be approval.  The pressure on her head lessened
and she lifted her mouth enough to just keep the head on her tongue as she
took a breath, then Rachael went down again, making as if to swallow and
feeling the cock once again filling her throat.  It was a delicious
sensation, far different from anything she'd ever felt before and she kept
trying to swallow so that the muscles in her throat rippled softly along
the length of the cock inside.

   The man behind her was coming quickly, his cock making wet squishing
noises as he fucked her well used cunt rapidly.  It would be the second
load of jism in the girl's unprotected womb and that thought along with the
sensations flooding her body were enough to set her again over the edge of
reason.  She was cumming hard when the cock in her pussy began spurting its
potent seed into her body.  The stranger's sperm mixed with the juices
already present, warming her even further and bringing a low guttural sound
of pleasure from deep in her breast.  A second later the cock in her throat
withdrew, spurting hot semen as it did so.

   The stranger's ejaculate filled her mouth and Rachael choked noisily on
the unexpected rush.  She tried to swallow it all as the man's hand pulled
her by the hair so his next spurt shot onto her pretty face.  She could
feel it landing on her nose and cheeks.  He was stroking himself, letting
the head of his cock touch her face as he painted her with his cum.  He
wiped himself across her cheek and lips before pushing his cock back into
her mouth briefly, letting the girl suckle on it as it softened.

   The two men finished at the same time, withdrawing almost simultaneously
to leave the gasping girl struggling with her own fading climax.  Cum ran
down her thighs and a stranger's sperm covered her face.  Rachael stood up
unsteadily, letting go of the man in front of her and feeling the man
behind releasing her hips.  She stood up straight; keeping her eyes closed
and her face down so that at least her hair covered the gooey mess on her
foreign features.  Rachael shivered and jerked slightly as she felt a man's
hand under her wet chin.  He was lifting her head so that she was looking
up, brushing her hair back and exposing her cum covered face to anyone who
cared to look.  Rachael kept her eyes shut and knew her skin was flushed
from the excitement and now the humiliation of being forced to show the
proof of what she'd done.

   He kept his fingers under Rachael's chin and spoke to her in Japanese.
She shook her head slightly and was surprised when she heard "You will
speak English?" It was heavily accented, but understandable and Rachael
nodded slowly.  "Good.  Open please, your eyes."

   He'd said it softly but the tone left little room for argument. 
Rachael's heart was pounding and she didn't understand why exactly.  There
was something going on inside her, this desire to be used in public, to be
seen doing something outrageous and at the same time hiding it from herself
behind closed eyes.  What did it mean?  This confusion gave her resistance
and the man spoke again, slightly louder this time and although not
threatening, Rachael had the sense that he wasn't used to having to repeat
himself this way.

   She opened her eyes slowly and blinked at the harsh fluorescent lighting
that filled the train.  Around her were a few dozen Japanese faces staring
at her.  It was impolite and would have been an insult under other
circumstances, but Rachael had learned enough to realize that she was
already Gaijin - A foreigner - and that made her less of a person anyway.
Having let strangers use her in public had debased her even further.  The
men on that train regarded her not as a person, but more as an object now.
A thing whose feelings didn't matter in the least.  It was the ultimate
humiliation, almost dehumanizing in its callous truth.  The young woman
shuddered as a rush of confused excitement poured through her and her face
was red with embarrassment.

   Rachael lifted a hand to her face, moving to wipe the streamers of sperm
that clung to her cheeks and across her nose, but the Japanese man stopped
her, pulling her hand away with his.  "No, you will stay this way."

   Several of the nearest Japanese men were talking to each other and
laughing.  It made Rachael want to look away and she licked her lips
nervously, tasting the semen that covered her lips.  It would be a few more
minutes before the train pulled into the station and the girl thought about
the new passengers who would board, not knowing what had happened, only
seeing an American woman with sperm on her face, stinking of the fucking
she'd received but moments before.  Her legs wobbled slightly and she felt
faint, nearly losing her balance as the train rocked gently back and forth.

   Someone behind her spoke and the Japanese man who'd been speaking to her
answered.  Rachael felt someone probing her soaked pussy, rough fingers
entering her and probing the wetness between her legs.  She moaned and
closed her eyes but the man in front of her admonished her to keep them
open.  "We will to see your face when you are sexed." he said simply and
then Rachael felt the fingers replaced with a hard cock.  For the third
time in less than half an hour she was being fucked by a stranger, but this
time she kept her head up, only arching her back to make the penetration
easier.

   The cock inside her was nice sized and its owner took his time, speaking
in Japanese to the crowd watching her.  "He say you are very sloppy sexy
but also still small, still nice for him." The Japanese man in front of
Rachael interpreted for her, keeping his piercing brown eyes staring into
hers.  The girl moaned softly, biting her lip as the cock inside her began
thrusting harder, rocking her body so that she had to reach up with both
hands to find something to hold on to.

   The men on the train seemed to close in, watching with rapt attention as
the man fucking her lifted her skirt and held it up with his hands around
her narrow waist.  A dozen people watched her creamy ass bounce against the
pounding pelvis of her anonymous lover.  He was picking up speed and
grunting his pleasure.  Someone else reached in to pull her ass cheeks
apart and the man in front of Rachael took her hands and pulled them back
down, forcing her to bend far over at the waist so her pussy was exposed
from behind.  The cock sliding in and out between her swollen labia pulled
them out and then pushed them back in much to the amusement of the crowd.
They commented on how slick her cunt was, juices ran down the insides of
her thighs and when Rachael felt her orgasm arrive with a high pitched yelp
of pleasure she was rewarded with cheering.

   She stared at the floor with unseeing eyes, her body shivering and
flushed with excitement and humiliation.  She was cumming better than she
ever had before.  So many men watching her, so many strangers seeing her as
nothing more than an object to be used and forgotten.  The man behind her
was jamming his prick as hard into her as possible, making her cry out with
every thrust into her womb.  Her pussy tightened around his cock and tried
to hold it inside her, yielding only reluctantly as it slid out glistening
with her fuck juices.  Her breathing was ragged, her tongue lolling from
her open mouth and she had given up trying to keep herself from falling. 
Only the man behind her holding her hips and the man in front holding her
arms kept Rachael from collapsing completely.

   The man fucking her told his audience he was about to cum and someone
suggested he pull out and cum on the bitch's ass.  Someone else suggested
he cum in the bitch's ass and that drew enthusiastic laughter.  Rachael of
course understood none of it, but the Japanese man in front of her gripped
her arms tightly and Rachael suddenly felt the cock withdrawing completely
on one long outward stroke and then slamming without warning into her tight
pink anus to the hilt.  She screamed with the burst of unexpected pain as
the slick hard cock stretched her asshole to the limit.  Immediately the
cock began erupting, filling her burning bowels with his cum while the
other men commented loudly and laughed.

   Rachael yanked against her captor, but to no avail.  She was still in
the throes of her orgasm, quivering with pleasure that had only been
heightened by the sharp pain of being taken so suddenly in the ass.  She
felt her eyes leaking tears; they ran down her cheeks, around the thick
gobs of cum drying there.  She couldn't believe someone would go so far as
that, fucking her ass while a dozen or more people watched.  She could feel
the sperm filling her, the thickness in her tender asshole being pressed by
her muscles as her body too late fought this new invasion.  He was filling
her ass with his seed and laughing about it.  The man kept himself buried
inside her as he pulled her upright, to stand with her back to him, his
cock still in her ass.  Rachael's face burned red as he ground himself
against her, grinning unseen behind her back.

   When he withdrew his prick with a slimy soft plopping sensation Rachael
gasped.  She'd never had cum in her ass before and it felt greasy,
unnatural and there was a dull ache she'd never felt before.  She reached
back to feel her anus, it had closed tightly but sperm leaked slowly out
every time she moved.  The Japanese man who had spoken to her before turned
Rachael around as the loudspeaker announced the next station.  With less
than a minute to go she found herself being bent over to clean the cock
that had just cum in her once virgin ass with her mouth.  She was ashamed
that these men would think she would do such a thing and even more so by
the knowledge that she would enjoy it.  Rachael sucked the semi-hard cock
between her lips, tasting sperm, the sweet tang of her pussy, and something
else, the almost acrid taste of her own asshole as she licked and sucked it
clean.

   As the train slowed to a stop the man pulled away, tucking his cock back
into his trousers and zipping up as though nothing had happened.  The man
who spoke English handed her a handkerchief, telling Rachael to clean her
face but nothing else.  She did so as the doors opened, wiping at the sperm
quickly as passengers squeezed off and new ones got on.  The Japanese man
took Rachael's hand, pulling her to the doors and out of the train just as
the doors closed.

   "Hey, what are you doing?  Where are we going?" Rachael's voice sounded
small, uncertain and she looked around the platform knowing if she left the
station she'd be totally lost.

   "You come with me now." was all the man said and he kept hold of
Rachael, leading her up the stairs and to the exit.  "I am Keiyu.  I will
be your Master now.  You will belong to me." He said it so coldly, so
matter of factly that Rachael didn't understand him at first.

   "Wh...What do you mean?" she finally stammered.  She had to walk quickly
to keep up with him and the motion was forcing more of the juices inside
her pussy and ass to leak out.  Rachael was conscious of people staring and
felt they could still see the sperm she'd wiped from her face, or the cool
wetness she felt running all the way down to her knees now.

   "I know a girl like you.  Like a dog you want to sex all the time." He
seemed to think that was all the explanation she needed.

   "But I'm...I'm a student.  At the University!  I can't go with you!"
Rachael spoke the words, but she didn't try to pull away, nor did she stop
walking as they crossed the street and got in a taxi.  Keiyu ignored her
and spoke to the driver in Japanese for a moment, the driver was a young
man and he turned around to look at Rachael.  He said something and Keiyu
lifted her skirt exposing her freshly fucked pussy.

   "Hey." Rachael protested.  She looked at Keiyu in shock and pushed her
legs together, feeling her face burning with embarrassment.  The driver
chuckled and nodded, speaking in Japanese before pulling into traffic.

   "He will drive for us and you will sex with him for thank you." Keiyu
smiled at Rachael beneath the passing street lamps.  "Unbutton your blouse
please.  I will like to see your breast."

   Rachael felt a confusion of emotions rushing through her.  Humiliation,
anger, outrage, fear, excitement, it was all there and she was unable to
distinguish any of them from the need to be used in this way.  She'd never
met anyone before who talked to her the way this Japanese man did.  All her
life boys had been nice, polite and eager to please.  Now it was she who
felt the overwhelming urge to please him.  He was pushing her secret
buttons and they both knew it.

   With trembling fingers Rachael unbuttoned her blouse, pulling the thin
material damp with her perspiration open for her new Master.  Her nipples
had been hard for the last hour and they itched with desire, fairly burned
with it and she couldn't help but touch them, pinching them briefly until
Keiyu's fingers replaced hers.  He caught one nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, twisting it painfully until Rachael yelped and then letting go.
He gave a self-satisfied sigh and moved to the other, pinching it as well
and pulling it outward until her firm breast was taut and cone shaped. 
Rachael moaned and sucked air between her teeth.  It hurt but it felt so
good as well.  Keiyu played with her breasts like that for the duration of
the 20 minute cab ride while Rachael fidgeted in the seat, making soft
sounds of painful pleasure and rubbing at her aching cunt.

   Keiyu got out of the car as the driver exited the front seat and slid
into the back.  The cab was large and roomy and Rachael lay back lengthwise
on the seat without complaint.  The driver lifted her legs over his
shoulders and freed his cock, pushing it without preamble into Rachael's
wet slit.  She groaned and bucked her hips upward to meet his thrust and
sighed as the hard cock sank deep into her moist folds.  Keiyu smoked a
cigarette, leaning against the car as it rocked slightly on its springs. 
The young man was fucking Rachael good, slamming himself into her until he
came a few minutes later.  Rachael's pussy was already soaked with sperm
and her own juices; the fresh deposit of the driver's orgasm into her womb
was barely noticed.  The young woman was vaguely disappointed he'd cum so
fast; a couple more minutes and Rachael might have cum again herself.

   The cab driver disengaged himself, leaving Rachael sprawled on the back
seat with her skirt bunched up around her hips and her legs spread lewdly
as juices spilled from her gaping sex.  The girl fingered herself slowly,
rubbing her hard little clit and sighing softly.  Keiyu peered in and
motioned with his head for her to get out and Rachael sat up reluctantly,
dragging her burning sex across the seat as she exited the cab.  She
smoothed her skirt and buttoned her blouse standing on the street, heedless
of the cars driving slowly by.  The driver spoke to Keiyu, frowning at
Rachael and opening the trunk to retrieve a spray bottle and some rags. 
Japanese taxies are normally immaculate inside and out, this one needed a
little work.

   "He say you make a very bad mess in his taxi." Keiyu shook his head and
chuckled.  "I tell him he should not fuck a dog in his taxi."

   Rachael looked down at her feet "I'm not a dog." She said softly and
Keiyu translated her words for the cabbie who laughed and went to work
cleaning his back seat.

   "You are a dog." Keiyu said it like he was teaching a child.  He grabbed
Rachael by the arm and led her to the sidewalk; pausing so she could look
up at a dozen small signs stacked one atop the other.  The writing was all
Japanese but Rachael understood, there were a number of "snack bars" in the
multistory building, 2 or even 3 to a floor, and the brightly lit signs
told customers which one was where.  Keiyu pointed to one of them with some
kanji followed by 3F.  "Windy City.  It is my place, come with me now."

   The building was narrow and long and the elevator was very small by
American standards.  They rode to the 3rd floor and exited to a narrow hall
with a bar at either end of it.  Windy City Bar was at the front of the
building, overlooking the street and Keiyu produced a key ring, unlocking
the door and letting Rachael enter the darkness first.  He turned on a
light switch and locked the door behind them.

   The Windy City Bar was largely a single room, perhaps 20 feet wide by 50
feet long.  Towards the rear there was a short wooden bar with 4 stools
along the left wall with liquor bottles and glasses arranged neatly behind
it in a large glass cabinet.  A small door led to a tiny bathroom on the
far wall and just to the right of that a television was mounted in the
corner, about 6 feet off the floor.  Along the wall to the right were lined
up three small round tables with 2 chairs each, directly opposite the bar.
A small platform perhaps 10 feet long and 5 feet wide came next, then four
semi-circular booths.  To Rachael's left were another 6 booths lined up
against the wall.  There was a narrow path left between the last booth and
the bar to allow access.  It was typically Japanese and although Rachael
had never been in a snack bar before, it was nearly identical to thousands
just like it.

   "Is that your bathroom?" Rachael asked, pointing at the door on the far
end of the room.

   Keiyu nodded and Rachael started walking down the open center of the
room but the Japanese man stopped her.  "You must ask for me to say yes."

   "What?" Rachael looked at the man.

   "You must ask..." The Japanese man tilted his head, searching for the
proper word, "...permission."

   Rachael didn't understand.  She was found herself nervous at being alone
in this strange place with a man she didn't know at all, but that was the
thrill.  She'd waited her whole life for this night.  She flinched slightly
as Keiyu reached out and brushed a lock of hair from her wide brown eyes.
"You will learn for this." He said gently, stroking her head like a favored
pet.  "Many times."

   Rachael licked her lips, unsure of his meaning.  "May I...May I use the
bathroom, please?" as an after thought she added, "Master."

   Keiyu smiled, "Very good.  Yes you go now.  Use." He let her go and
Rachael walked to the tiny restroom, feeling heat flashing through her body
and wondering that she had felt real physical pleasure when he smiled at
her.  It was a dream come true.

   End here rache696@yahoo.com
http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
For those of you without blog access, this story was the precurser to
"Turning Japanese" and I more or less abandoned this and wrote that
instead. So there are obvious similarities.  I'm mostly trying to clean out
my directories as I have a new and improved laptop coming on the 27th,
along with all the ingedients to make a whole bunch of quesadillas I hope.
A brand new grad student coming for a visit, lucky us.  Now I'll have
someone to punish.  He better not drop my laptop, that's all I can say. 
Anyway, back to the story...ah, nevermind.  It's my thing.  My fetishes are
Japan, public anonymous sex, humiliation, and submission...explains a lot
probably.  -rr

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