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Day +1; The Heavenly Alarming Female Rides Again, Kagoshima City, Kyushu,
Japan, 9h34

The sudden scraping noise of a door pushed forward (or was it pulled
backward ?) jolted her alert. She could hear the sound of muffled voices
beyond the door of her changeroom. Her mind quickly zeroed in on the
communication.

Voice #1: [Do you think we will be ready in time for the show ?]

Voice #2: [That depends on whether the others get here in time. I do not
think they are that far away. Another 15 minutes and they should be here. We
were only a little ahead of them on the road.]

Voice #1: [We had better be on time. This is our first show here, and it
would not do to be late.]

Voice #2: [Then we had better get started…]

Ellie-May saw the doorknob turn, and a middle aged Japanese man with
unshaven jowls and long dark hair stood gawking at her in surprise. His hair
had receded from his forehead due to age. She leapt to her feet, and
immediately remembering her condition, attempted to cover her palpable
nudity.

[And who are you ?]

<I am the new person>

{I am the new employee.}

[I see] said the man, looking her up and down. [Well, "Frank" did not tell
me about this !]

<He wanted the new addition to your project to be a surprise.>

{Well, he wanted me to be a surprise.}

[Well, m’darling, you are most certainly a surprise, and a pleasant one at
that. I had no idea that "Frank" had the capability of providing my show
with a performer of your calibre], the man said, reaching into the pocket of
a carefully maintained, but well-creased, leather jacket, which sat
comfortably around his paunch. [And I can see you are already prepared for
your performance today. Nothing like hitting the ground running as you
Gaijin like to say !]

His fumbling produced a crushed box of Camel "unfiltered" which he proceeded
to light, not taking his eyes off her for a moment.

{+Uhhh !! What performance ?+} Ellie May thought to herself, in a panic, her
face a resolute mask of unconcern.

<Tell him that you have special requirements for your "act", and that you
can only discuss these requirements discreetly with him, before the "others"
arrive. Advise him that you are sure that your requirements can be met.>

She felt her body moving towards the stocky little man, with a swaying
seductive lope, a seductive smile spreading across her features.

{+Ohmigod…here we go again…} she thought in a barely contained panic.

He leaned forward, his mouth puffing furiously on his cigarette, as he
watched her unbelievably stunning form move towards him.

[Jesus !] He thought, [When the gods made this one, they broke the mould !]
He found that his nose came up to where the plunging valley of her cleavage
began. He saw that her nipples we large, thick and prominent. His eyes went
from the perfect gourds of her tits to her immaculately perfect face in
stunned amazement.[God, I love western chicks ! Nothing quite like baroquely
structured white meat on a grand scale. I wonder if she will ever let me
fuck her ?] He felt a tight ache in his groin as his slumbering cock began
to unfurl within the tight confines of his underwear. His eyes dropped to
her cleavage.

She came up beside him and draped one slender lightly muscled arm; which
looked exquisite, sheathed as it was in the lacy body suit, which emphasised
its fleshy taut leaness. One finely boned hand came up and gently cupped his
chin. He wrenched his eyes away from her tits, and found himself staring
into the sky-blue wells of her baby round eyes. They were staring into his
with a mischievious glint. Her teeth were perfect and pearly white in the
sharp white daylight of Kagoshima City. Through the window Mount Sakurajima
could be seen in the distance. But this volcanic peak held no interest for
him, as he stared into the true-blue bewitching pools of her seductive eyes.

{Now, honey} she purred {I need yaw full and undivided attention. If ya’ll
want me to do a show that will knock the socks of you little fellers I need
some props as I have certain requirements for ma little performance. I’ll
whisper them in yaw ear, and then you can be a good little man and see that
this gets done. I prefer dealing straight with the "Big Man".Do I have yaw
undivided attention ma littl’ cupcake ?}

Her glance flickered down for a moment, and she noticed that there was a
prominent bulge in his tight leather pants. The nerve agent had seeped
through her palm and fingertips, and already she could see a glazed look
flowing into his eyes. The cigarette dropped from his mouth, scattering a
cloud of blue ash, and bounced once, coming to rest, its red glowing ember
gleaming like a distant beacon, on the concrete floor.

She leant towards his ear and began whispering a ream of instructions into
it. They made her hair stand on end, but her mouth and "voice" seemed
disconnected from the sheer terror of what she felt about was saying, and
what it meant for her two hours from now.

His eyes widened as she continued to pour the details of her "requirements"
into his ears.

[Khee…ryst !!! This chick is really kinky!]

He could feel himself getting even harder, painfully ensconced within the
tight trousers. He shifted his legs to try and ease the  pressure in his
pants. He felt her sinuous tongue gently lick, just with the wet tip, the
whorls of his ear. He could hear and feel her hot breathe on his ear. His
tightening crotch became even more uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and
sighed.

He felt her hand leave his chin and felt her gentle fingers run lightly over
his groin area.
He moaned and gritted his teeth in yearning frustration.

Then he heard the sound of his zipper coming down. Tender fingertips softly
pulled his underwear down to where they were left to strain under his
scrotum, baring his cock and balls. Her dextrous fingers soon brought his
cock into the air where it could breath as it strained erect from his tight
garments. She continued to lap delicately at his "saliva" slicked earlobe.

He sighed again, a sigh of deep relief, when, at last her slender hand
hefted his engorged cock in the smooth coolness of her palm and fingers.
Using her elegant forefinger, she smeared his bubbling precum along the
length of his heated shaft, and then grasped it firmly. Slowly, she began to
jerk him off in the gentle cadenced rhythm that her hand sensors told her
would bring him to an optimally eruptive orgasm. In her mind’s eye she could
see the complicated "graph" of his steady ascent to the best orgasm he had
ever experienced (or would ever experience by a human hand) manually
engineered. Not even he would be able to jerk himself off as expertly as she
was caressing his flesh, not even if he practiced for the rest of existence.

The carefully exquisitely calibrated pumping, twists, turns, palming,
fingertip diddling, and caresses where guided by her onboard "processors"
and scanners. Her hand slowly speeded up until it was a flickering blur of
massaging flesh. He felt as though she was tugging his cum out with her
hand, like she was steadily, in a measured hand-over-hand manner pulling a
bucket of water from the depths of deep dark well, that deep source being
his prostate and gonads, which he could feel sharply tightening against his
pelvis.

Her body needed his assent to its whispered instructions quickly, and so
brought him to an optimally manualised orgasmic peak in a short 5 minutes.
Her pudenda twitched sharply as his deft orgasm caused a mini-eruption in
her pussy, as an internal orgasm "popped" off inside her. She squeaked
briefly as she came. For the first time she squirted her own "cum" through
the head of her "clitoris", and she heard rather than saw the drumming sound
of it fall on the man’s leather jacket. Her pungent odour filled the room
and could feel the humid slickness between her pussy lips.

< "sigh"> < I do so hate to rush this craftsmanship.>

His cum arced across the room in white globs, splattering the floor and
dribbling gobbets of semen onto her soft-skinned hand. She continued to
knead hi organ.

[Well, you certainly know how to be friendly !]

She turned her head nonchalantly, towards the source of the voice while she
continued to gently and deftly milk the man of the last dregs of his jism;
and found herself staring at a pretty mulatto woman dressed in torn jeans
and a skimpy halter top. Her arms were folded and she was staring at the
spectacle with a wide grin spread across her face.

Sho came out of his reverie as the last drops of his fluid flowed into
Ellie-May’s palm.
[Sigh] his chest heaved [This is…um…the new Gaij… I mean performer..] he
tried to explain to the light brown skinned woman.

[I can see that] the woman said, as she looked bemused at his state. [She
certainly knows how to perform !]

Ellie May looked at her in curiosity while she idly licked off the remnants
of Sho’s cumm off her fingers and palm like a child, who having consumed its
icecream, was perpetuating the delight by licking its hands clean of melted
cream. {+I can't believe how good this tastes...I have never done this in my
life !+}

Licking the last of his jism, which was coating the back of her hand, she
leaned forward, smiling, extending a another well-shaped hand. {Pleased to
meet you, miss ?}

Margie shook her hand. [Margie, and you are ?]

{Ellie-May. Are you also a..um..performer ?}

[I sure am ! Is this your first time hon ?]

Ellie May nodded.

Margie smiled broadly showing her fine evenly shaped teeth. [Well, sugah,
you sure have the makings of a "pro" ! And a mighty fine body too from the
look of you !] Her eyes moved up and down Ellie-May appraising her
physicality swiftly and approvingly.
[I didn’t know they made white folks as good as this !] She giggled, moving
over to drape an arm around Ellie-May’s shoulders.

[Tell me, honey] she whispered, a wicked gleam in her eye [Do you like women
too ?]

<You might>

{I might} Ellie-May found herself grinning.

Inwardly, Ellie-May grimaced {+ Ugghhh !+}

[Good !] Margie smiled [I can see you and I are going to be good friends.
Come, let me introduce you to the others.]

Saying this, Margie led her out of the room towards the hammering and loud
voices in the distance.

They left Sho Hashimoto standing in the middle of the room, his eyes glazed,
his shrunken cock resting in the cool morning air on the plateau of his
balls, which remained protruding over the lip of his open fly,a beatific
smile on his face.

The soaked head of his cock gleamed in the white morning light. Nothing
dribbled from it, and his trousers remained perfectly dry. Ellie-May had
successfully drained his balls of their entire contents.

End part 8.




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