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Geisha House (MF, asian, prost)
by Caesar
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A businessman is talken to a Japanese house-of-
ill repute and he discovers his own sexual lust.
Disclaimer:
All characters are fictional and a figment of my
imagination. Constructive e-mail welcome.
Joey walked ahead of me, through the dark cor-
ridor of an old brick building. The smell of piss, puke
and sweat was very persuasive. We passed a stocky thick
set oriental at the metal doors to a shady corridor, but
since then we have passed only one drunk passed out on
the floor, his own vomit covering his lap and chest.
Dirt was thrown about the hallway randomly, yet a well
worn path was made down the middle.
I followed my business partner as he turned
several corners, obviously knowing where he is going.
After about two minutes of this I can hear a faint
musical sound from far off down the corridor.
Joey turns and smiles a shiny tooth grin at me.
His yellow skin is shiny from sweat and his small frame
seemed even smaller in the dark hallway. I had agreed
to accompany him on this "erotic adventure" not because
I like the little oriental, nor because I was overly
curious but because I had been ordered on this business
trip to improve relations with our two companies. My
boss had said that, I was to do anything to get the
trust and friendship of this man. My thoughts wondered
to my wife and two daughters, what they were doing?
"Here! Right here is where we enter another
world." Said the thickly accented Joey. "You ready?"
"Yes, of course." I answered.
We turned a corner and walked through a heavy
canvas curtain. On the other side was a small room, like
a coat room, where a man in a tuxedo stood with two
young girls. Along the wall was bins with shoes, brief-
cases, and jackets. Under the smiling order of the man,
I took off my shoes and sports jacket, he placed them in
a bin and assured me that they would be here when I re-
turned. The two teenage girls were wearing traditional
Japanese kimono and obi. They folded my jacket tenderly
and with flowing movements, and I might add very expert-
ly.
There was one more short clean corridor we walk-
ed through and then we were standing in a large dark
room. Decorated in a mixture of traditional and modern
influences. My eyes were everywhere, trying to see
everything. But Joey pulled me along towards what could
be a bar. I sat on a normal bar stool and immediately
there was a pretty girl standing at my shoulder asking
in Japanese, if I wanted anything to drink. I ordered.
My eyes returned to the thin stage, that we sat
at. On it were seven pretty naked girls dancing seduc-
tively, one right above my face, her almost hairless
crotch was inches from my face. I could smell her sweat
and thick perfume and perhaps the smell of her sex. I
turned to Joey and saw him rubbing another girls inner
thigh and even up to her crotch with his hand. There
were two other oriental men sitting at the stage, and
each had a woman directly above him.
Slowly I turned and looked behind me. There was
several traditional Japanese low tables. About half
were full of business men and partially to full naked
woman. They were drinking and laughing. The mans hands
ran over every part of any woman's body, they often
moved their bodies to make it easier.
On wire cages hanging from the ceiling were
miniature stages. One had two naked girls inverted to
each other, their faces pressed against the others sex.
On another, a small oriental with a very large penis was
standing while a pre-teenage girl tried to suck him. It
was obviously too large for her, but his hands forced
her head down upon his cock. There were five more such
cages with a different sexual experience in each. The
naked bodies in them were painted and made-up with make-
up giving each show a eerie appearance.
Throughout the crowd walked small pretty girls
carrying trays laden with food, drinks, and other
assortments. Some I could not make out. As they walked
by a man, a hand would often reach out to fondle or grab
an intimate part of her body.
A loud commotion caught my attention. At a far
table, a man had thrown a waitress over his knee and
ripped her kimono up to her waist and began to spank her
roughly. His fellows at the table laughed and clapped
along to the slaps of his hands. It seemed the unfor-
tunate girl had accidentally dropped a sake cup full
down upon the mans lap.
Joey tugged at my elbow, then nodded to the wig-
gling naked female on the stage above me. "Any girl you
want? It yours, anything!" He laughed, then pointed to
a hidden shelf next to each stool. He opened his and
took out a thick six inch ivory dildo. The girl above
him started to gyrate and turn her back upon him. At
his orders she bent over, arching her back, her young
pussy lips pouting out towards his face. Laughing he
slowly inserted the thick ivory tool into the tight
vaginal hole until it was seated deeply inside her. She
moaned loudly and wiggled her ass, but kept still other-
wise. Joey looked over at me and smile that bucktooth
grin and motioned for me to do the same.
I remember his exact words in the limo coming
over from the office, "Any fantasy is fulfilled. Boys,
girls, anything. Understand?" It had been almost a
order or perhaps a test.
I thought of my pretty wife of sixteen years at
home with my two gorgeous daughters. I had never
cheated on her, but had been tempted very often. My
position as a senior manager put me in an awkward posi-
tion. My wife enjoyed the fineries that my money gave
her, but could she give it up if I was fired? Maybe. But
I would probably get a promotion if I enticed Mr. Joey
Teremoto into linking businesses with our companies.
An action that would make my wife happier, and I would
not have to kow-tow to anyone ever again. Therefore,
all I needed to do was enjoy myself tonight, even at the
expense of my vow to my wife.
My hand opened the drawer and took out one of
the seven different styles of dildos. I had chosen a
small four inch rubber tool, I hoped it would not hurt
the pretty girl above me.
Joey's eyes watched me closely.
The dancer looked down into my eyes waiting for
the order for her to position herself. I nodded to the
stage top. She danced until she was laying upon her back
her thin legs in a vee right up in the air. Again I
looked upon her almost hairless pussy, the pink pussy
lips slightly pouting. Without thinking too much about
what I was about to do, I inserted the rubber tool in-
side her most private of privates.
She took it easily, and my finger tips touched
her thick pussy lips. I could feel the moist heat from
her body, and even the electricity that ran up from my
hand. She wiggled her ass against the stage, grinding
and rubbing the fake phallus inside her vagina. She
humped, and ground her body. Fucking the tool, while I
held the dildo firmly in my fingertips. Enjoying the
forbidden sight of her passion and the feeling of my
fingers sometimes touching her.
Joey was much more into it, I saw that he had
one large dildo inside the girls vagina, and another
smaller one inside her asshole. The girl was control-
ling the large one herself, allowing Joey to use his
free hand to tweak her nipples. It was a fascinating
and addictive sight.
So, I rubbed up and down her thin muscular legs
with my free hand while the dancer continued to fuck
herself upon the tool in my hand. I compared the dancer
to my wife. They were completely different, in body and
actions. The dancer was small, muscular and very agile.
My wife was a large pretty middle-aged woman, who had
thick hips but thin waist, large heavy breasts, and
shapely but yet aging legs. My wife was very sensual,
but not very experimentative. Our sex life, was regular
and fulfilling, but not kinky or new.
I realized that Joey had waved away the dancer
and put the dildos back inside the drawer, he now had a
young waitress on his lap as he watched me. I wanted to
impress the Japanese executive so I ordered the dancer
onto her knees. Her bottom wiggled seductively and I
promptly hit her hard with my open hand. The loud slap
and the red mark left on her round ass cheek was a
testament to my choice to enjoy myself and to leave
behind all my inhibitions.
Joey laughed, while the dancer yelled out in
pain and pleasure while I continued to spank her and to
fuck her with the dildo. I pictured my wife here kneel-
ing upon her knees while I spanked her firmly, the
thought made my cock to enlarge and press against my
trousers. The thought of my proper wife allowing me to
do anything I wanted was a hot idea, for her to succumb
to my every desire.
I laughed as I spanked the beautiful dancer.
When I stopped, it was not because I had enough,
but because I was tired. When I pulled out the dildo
the dancer collapsed upon the stage, she was also ex-
hausted, her ass a bright red colour. I put the rubber
tool back into the drawer and turned to Joey.
"So, do you want to party some more?" He smiled
motioning to my drink. I drank and nodded. I realized
the girl on his lap was kissing his neck while his hand
was inside a fold in her kimono and probably playing
with her pussy. He stood up and threw the waitress off
his lap, "Come on, it gets more interesting from here
on."
I followed. He lead.
We walked through a sliding paper wall into a
bright clean room with seven young traditional dressed
girls and a old woman also dressed the same. The girls
were sitting in a semi-circle around behind her. She
sat at a small table with cha and sake. We sat across
from her.
She spoke only Japanese, but was obviously the
madame. Joey talked back and forth for a couple of
minutes when he turned to me, "Choose..."
I smiled at him and pointed out a small shy
young girl who had a round face of a pyxie. I wondered
what I had chosen, but was not surprised when the round
face girl stood then walked slowly towards us then knelt
next to my elbow. Joey also picked one.
He explained, "These girls are not like those in
the other room. These are very special! They will do
anything for you." We sat for twenty minutes sipping cha
silently while the two girls as our elbows poured for
us. No one talked, but the old woman constantly eyed me
suspiciously. She spoke rapidly to Joey.
He translated, "She asks if you are interested
in viewing the coloured rooms?" The look in his eye
told me that he wanted to see these rooms, but he waited
patiently for my choice. I nodded yes.
A moment latter, the three of us were walking
down a thin dark corridor, the two geisha girls had left
us to prepare our rooms for us. The old woman stopped
at a curtained window, she opened it wide. I stared
into a wooden room coloured in blue. In the centre was a
fat oriental man, who was surrounded by naked pretty
females. The only ornaments in the room were pillows
and trays. The girls feed him, rubbed oil into his skin,
one sucked upon his thin small penis, another pressed
her sex against his thigh.
The old woman watched my reaction. Then turned
to another window and I looked in. A man was tied over
a wooden horse while two older women whipped and
thrashed the man. They were brutal, and the man loved
it.
The next room was with one very old wrinkly man
with one young boy and young girl. Both of which were
not over twelve years old. The boy was standing with
his small penis inside the old mans mouth while the
girl was sucking the old mans cock.
Another room was with a older woman, and a
pretty girl. The girl was oiling and rubbing the older
woman's body, even down into the cracks and holes of her
sex.
And another was with two young men attacking and
raping a young woman. They had a cock in each end of
her, while she struggled to escape they forced her to
succumb.
There were several other rooms. I viewed every
one.
Joey and I were lead to our separate private
rooms. A smile upon the face of the old woman as she
left us told me I had somehow passed some test. I en-
tered my private room. It was decorated in modern
American influence. In the centre of the room was the
round faced girl, she was kneeling properly on the floor
her head bowed on the pavement in respect.
I asked her name and she answered, "Mitsou". I
sat upon the edge of the huge soft bed. And beckoned
the girl over to undress me. As I watched her I knew the
girl was the same age as my oldest daughter. As Mitsou
slowly and softly disrobed me I pictured her as my
daughter, wondering if it was possible that this could
be my daughter. At first I thought my daughter was too
irresponsible, but I knew she would learn perhaps like
this small girl had. I knew that some girls were taken
while they were six or seven years old and taught how to
please. Every moment was taken in studying and watching
others, she would learn how to please or be an outcast.
I wondered what fee this evening was costing Joey. I
knew it must be huge.
I fell back on the bed after I was naked, and
turned on my stomach. I heard the girl disrobe, but
ignored her. Until I felt her naked leg pressing against
my thigh. She poured oil onto my back and down past my
buttocks and legs. Then her small strong hands worked
the thick warm oil into my skin. It felt wonderful.
Mitsou began to sing softly while massaging me.
Her voice was like a choir, the song like a lullaby. She
worked upon my back and legs for I don't know how long,
since I fell asleep. But when I awoke I realized that I
was laying on my back with her cradled in my arm, her
head on my shoulder. I could feel her warm smooth skin
against my own. I could even feel the thick hair of her
sex against my waist. She was also sleeping softly.
It was perhaps the most enjoyable moment of my
business trip. This small beautiful girl lay in my arms
while we both slept. The smell of incense and perfume
was in the room, and it created a sense of wa. Harmony.
For the first time I realized what the word meant. Her
body was almost exactly made for me, she fit in my arm
perfectly while her small frame was petite and dainty.
At that moment, I felt a sexual passion like never be-
fore. Not with my wife or even before. But with this
stranger I felt a energy of passion like I had not
experienced before.
Maybe I moved, or perhaps she noticed the change
in my breathing but she woke up. Almost like a gentle
breeze she sat up and looked into my eyes. A lonely
sadness was what I saw, and she closed her eyes and bent
forward to kiss me. The kiss was short and gentle. Al-
most beyond feeling, yet a electricity ran down my body
enlarging my cock.
The next kiss was stronger and with more pas-
sion. Her tongue slipped into my mouth to play with my
lips, teeth and tongue. It was the most satisfying kiss
of my life. Her body lay upon mine, her legs straddling
my waist, her sex pressed into my stomach, her hard nip-
ples pressed into my chest. The smell of her skin and
the perfume she used was the most stimulating sensation
that my nostrils had ever experienced.
She gently but passionately kissed down past my
chin to my chest. She kissed and gently bit my hair
covered nip I could feel her tongue run over the sensi-
tive skin, wetting it before her lips sucked and tugged.
Her hands were working at the same time, running up and
down my chest and stomach. While her sex was gently but
rhythmically pressed into my thigh.
Mitsou kissed lower, to my belly button, she
tongued and licked the submerged hole.
Then down she kissed until her lips were kissing
the hair around my hard penis. Her hands were rubbing
the inside of my legs giving me shivers of delight. I
could no longer feel her sex, but I could feel her se-
ductively rotating her hips. Up to this point she had
not yet touched my aching cock, yet it throbbed with a
painful yearning that she had caused it.
She may have been young, but she was very exper-
ienced. It was the first time I had ever moaned and
begged for release while I pressed my middle upwards,
begging her to relieve my tension. I opened my eyes and
looked down to the top of her head just as she kissed
the head of my cock for the first time. A loud grown
escaped my lips and I tensed my body up, my eyes again
rolling back into my head. For just one second, while
I looked down onto the top of her head, I pictured my
daughter, her lips puckered, her eyes closed, giving me
pleasure.
Mitsou's second kiss was very satisfying. It
was firmer, with wide lips, she left moist saliva on the
round crown of my sex. She kissed down my shaft to my
balls which she kissed one then the other. I could
scream for the release that I needed, my sex was almost
painfully aching. She cupped my balls in her hands to
gently squeeze the throbbing globes.
For the first time she moved rapidly and en-
gulfed my cock. Her mouth swallowed perhaps three
inches of my six and a half. I could feel her mouth
sucking hard on my rock-like penis. She hummed softly
and it caused the most orally stimulating experience I
had ever felt. Her now-wet pussy was again pressing my
lower leg in time to her sucking. Her head lifted up
then dropped down again. She fucked my cock with her
pretty round face and lips.
I believed she knew before I did when I was
about to cum. Her lips wrapped around my shaft with
more pressure and her tongue played with my crown, while
her hand gripped and squeezed my balls more firmly. I
did not yet realize any of this because the only sensa-
tion I could feel was my rising excitement as the sperm
began to shot out the head of my cock.
The first blast was like a release of all my
tension and energy as the shot hit the back of the young
girls throat. I could hear her swallow my sperm loudly.
Her lips came up to the head of my penis, while the rest
of my cum shot on her warm wet tongue. All the while
she continued to suck hard on my cock. I can barely re-
member calling out my daughters name, as the sperm shot
out the head of my cock.
I wished that it could have lasted forever, but
knew the pain in my balls was almost unbearable as it
was. My wife would suck my penis, but it was like an
operation and it was used only as foreplay, she never
sucked until I came. Never before had I been the victim
of such sexual ecstasy or sexual release. From this mo-
ment on, my view of my wife's sexual prowess was in
jeopardy. And my unnatural imagination of my daughter
thrilling while sending a jolt of excitement through my
body.
When my body finally collapsed and relaxed, I
realized Mitsou had not stopped sucking on my now soft
cock. In fact she had adapted a different style and was
sucking my cock like a lollipop. She had the whole
thing in her mouth and her tongue played along the shaft
trying to be careful of my sensitive head. It felt re-
laxing and good, but I knew she was wasting her time.
I had not gotten a hard-on right after a orgasm since I
was nineteen. But I didn't argue and lay back and re-
laxed.
She was relentless. Mitsou sucked and sucked
until my penis started to react. To my surprise my cock
rose and forced itself again into and down the throat of
the young girl. No one was more surprised than me, but
my cock was again throbbing with almost the same passion
as before.
She didn't continue to suck. I moaned and would
have begged for her lips to return to my cock. When I
realized she was climbing up my body and positioning
herself over my upward pointing penis. I could not help
but picture my daughter aiming over me.
I opened my eyes just as she pushed onto my
cock. The sight of her round pretty face twisted with
passion was a delight in itself. Her mouth was open in a
silent scream, and her eyes were shut hard. I could feel
her hands balancing herself on my chest, and I could see
her small breasts for the first time. A round firm
breast with a hard small nipple pointing almost towards
the ceiling was glistening with sweat. I could feel the
very wet grip of her cunt pressing against my cock.
My hands rose up and gripped her waist in a firm
but gentle grasp. I was about to begin her thrusts but
she again anticipated my need and rose up until the head
of my cock was just touching the opening of her gaping
cunt. Then she drove downward, slamming her cunt
against my pubic hair.
Mitsou screamed.
It was a loud, fulfilling, and enjoyable scream.
As she again drove her sex down on mine, I imagined that
I could feel her womb bounce against the head of my
cock. Her cunt had very controllable pussy muscles as
she gripped and squeezed my penis. It was beyond ques-
tion that she was in control, she was the one calling
the punches. It was almost as if I was here for her
pleasure.
She screamed then growled in delight as my large
cock filled her small body up. She began moan in
Japanese, I did not understand the words but I knew what
she was saying. The words were international.
I do not know how long we fucked. But I knew
that every second was heaven. The sweat was covering
both of us and I could feel her muscles tremble with
exhaustion as I neared another fantastic orgasm. Up and
down, up and down. She fucked with even more passion,
as she sensed the end was nearing. Her words had a ring
of begging as she rose also in ecstasy. My imagination
kept flashing my daughters face before me, before Mitsou
again filled my vision.
The sound that filled my ears when we spent both
at the same time was indescribable. Except it was in-
human, almost animal in its passion and fulfilment. And
it was loud.
I could feel every muscle in her body quiver and
spasm in orgasm, as a flood of moisture drenched my lap.
Our pubic hairs intermingled and ground together. I shot
another large load of sperm deep inside her, and then I
lay exhausted and watched her own orgasm finish.
Our eyes meet in mutual exhaustion and fulfil-
ment. She smiled sweetly then lay upon my chest, my
exhausted cock still inside her gripping cunt. My mind
wandered to my family, and what I was willing to do for
them. Never before had work been so enjoyable. I won-
dered what sex with my wife would be like now, or if I
would look upon my daughters in the same light as when
I left them. Especially the oldest, who I had fantasized
being with.
This young girl who had stimulated me like no
other person had ever done, was a mystery to me. She
was the same age as my oldest daughter and the same size
as my youngest, but she was more experienced than my
wife. I would not say I was in love, I would say that I
was in lust. I wanted to try everything with this young
lady.
I awoke to a wonderful feeling as a soft wet
cloth rubbed up and down my body. Mitsou's voice was
singing the same relaxing tune as she washed every pore
of my body. I turned as she finished washing my back
and buttocks. I sat up and she helped me dress. When I
was back to myself, she stood on her toes and wrapped
her arms around my neck, just as my oldest daughter does
every day, but kissed me softly with gentle passion.
I exited the room.
Joey finally joined me in the large common room,
where I sat with a waitress. My left hand absentminded-
ly inside her dress rubbing along the cleft of her
vagina, while with my other I drank my drink.
We left the secret pleasure palace five hours
after we entered. I was a different person than the one
that came in, sexually I had experienced a new world,
fell in love with a young girl who didn't speak my
language and discovered my unnatural desire for my
daughter. I knew I would someday return to live out
fantasies that I couldn't have. Perhaps very soon!
Joey continued to smile at me, but did not say
anything. I knew I had passed the test.
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