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know about Alise, her boss still blushed. “Ummmm, I-I . . .”

“Mrs. Braun, take it from me, in most situations, men think with their cocks, not their brains. Ma’am, the Japanese have been pushing hard for us to buy their trucks. Perhaps, a meeting with their CEO, Kenji Yamamoto might get us a good deal; better than the American truck manufacturers are offering.”

“I don’t know.”

“Mrs. Braun, when I called their office last week, I spoke with Mr. Yamamoto’s secretary. We had a little girl-to-girl talk. Shinori Shabato is in her fifties, and according to her, he has a thing for young women, and she claims for a Japanese man, he’s very, very big.”

That perked up Alise’s eyes. Since Ron Stevens, by choice, there hadn’t been anyone. She was getting antsy.

“According to Shinori, Mr. Yamamoto is in his sixties, but has his Viagra mailed directly to his office so his wife won’t find out.”

“I don’t know, Melissa. Ron Stevens was in his forties, almost twice as old as me, and this guy is in his sixties. I can’t imagine. Besides, I don’t want to fly all the way to Japan.”

“I happen to know that Mr. Yamamoto has a private compound in Hawai’i where you could meet. It’s so secluded that you can go skinny-dipping.”

“I don’t want to go skinny-dipping. I want to see that the brewery gets the best deal possible for the trucks we need. Melissa, how did you get this secretary, what was her name?”

“Shinori Shabato.”

“Yes, how did you get this Shinori Shabato to reveal all this?”

“She’s a widow in her fifties, who travels with Mr. Yamamoto everywhere, during our little talk she asked me what western men were like. I told her that if she came to the US, I knew men who would make her sashimi sing.”

“Were you thinking of Ron Stevens?”

“Oh no, someone much younger who happens to live in Hawai’i. Harvey Graham. You know they’re our distributor throughout the islands.”

“He’s in his sixties!!!”

“I should have clarified. Harvey Graham, Jr. I’ve met him a few times. He’ll take good care of Mrs. Shabato,” she smiled.

“Melissa, do you know him the way I think you know him?”

“Well, I’ve vacationed in Hawai’i and ran into his father once or twice. For an old man he did give me a thrill, and apparently I impressed him,” she giggled. “Now, when I go there, I stay at a suite they own in Honolulu. That’s where I met Junior, who has the same affinity for pussy as his father and Ron Stevens.”

“So, when Kenji Yamamoto and I meet, his secretary will be entertained by Harvey, Junior?”

“Not just entertained. I assure you that her old pussy; she actually calls it her sashimi, will be singing loudly when Junior gets through with her. One other thing, Shinori told me that Mr. Yamamoto likes to have people think he’s superior. It’s a Japanese thing among VIPs.”

A month later, Alise Schulteiss Braun landed in the brewery’s plane on one of the smaller islands. A car was there to meet her.

The compound was as beautiful a place as Alise had ever seen, but she was disappointed when she met Kenji Yamamoto. As Melissa said, he was in his sixties with a full head of pure white hair, but she was surprised to find that he was barely five feet tall.

As a reminder Alise Schulteiss Braun was a 5’ 10” long-legged blonde, with perfect breasts and a great ass. She immediately saw that this could be a disaster. She imagined this old man drooling all over her.

She thought about making some excuse and flying home, right now!!!

That would have been unforgivable in any business relationship. In international business, it might spark a global crisis.

Mr. Yamamoto was the perfect host; showing her to her room; actually, an apartment. “After, your flight, I’m sure you need a shower and perhaps a short nap. Dinner will be at 7. I’ll have a maid wake you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto.”

“Kenji, please.”

“Of course, and I’m Alise.”

Dinner was as romantic as romantic could be. A table for two by the ocean at sunset with tiki torches around the pool behind them. Kenji was wearing shorts and a loud Hawaiian shirt. Alise had on a colorful halter with capris.

“Kenji, this is absolutely beautiful. It’s spectacular. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Alise, your presence makes it more beautiful. My staff is gone for the night, it doesn’t get more romantic than this, does it?”

“I can’t imagine, but maybe a walk along the beach.”

“That sounds great, let’s go.”

They walked along the beach; Alise holding his arm. The moonlight casting a shadow. It could not have gotten any more romantic. Then Kenji reached up, put his arms around Alise’s neck and kissed her. “We both know why we’re here. Let’s not waste any more time. You’re a beautiful woman; let me enjoy your beautiful body.” His hand went to her breast.

She didn’t stop him.

His hand was gentle as their tongues met. Alise reached behind her and unhooked her halter. It fell onto the sand.

“Even in the moonlight, they’re beautiful Alise.”

“Thank you, Kenji. They’re yours tonight.”

“Come with me.”

He led her to a beach cabana, with a day bed, large enough for two. “Oh Kenji, here?”

“What do you think?”

“Now this is romantic. You did say your staff has left?”

“Gone for the night. They won’t be back until I call them,” he smiled as they lay together.

“Let me do this, Kenji.” Alise straddled his chest; those magnificent tits in his face. “Unless you’d rather look at the moon and the stars,” she giggled.

“Oh Alise, you are beautiful. I’ve never seen more magnificent . . . .”

“You can call them titties,” she laughed.

“Yes, well, I’ve never seen more majestic titties.” His hands and mouth were all over them. Not just her nipples; he kissed them all over.

“Kenji, I’m not complaining, but the way you’re playing with them, makes me think you’ve never played with titties before.”

“Alise, Japanese women, and I’ve known more than a few, don’t have what you have. I’m having so much fun, thank you.”

She let him play for a while. “Kenji, you didn’t come all the way from Japan just for my tits, and I didn’t come all the way to Hawai’i just to get felt up.” She reached down and rubbed his crotch. “Oh, Kenji, you are enjoying them,” she giggled.

Her deceased husband Carl was big, although at the time she didn’t know it. Ron Stevens was bigger; she was beginning to think that all men were like that. Her personal assistant, Melissa Johnston, mentioned that Kenji Yamamoto had a big one, but she wasn’t expecting what she was feeling.

“Kenji, Japanese women may not have titties like mine, but I assure you, American men don’t have what you have.” She lied as she started to unhook his belt. As you know, at the time her experience was minimal.

“Let me, I’ll do it, although I hate to leave these beauties.” He kissed each nipple then sat up, taking off his shirt.

“Well, Kenji, if you’re going to get naked and you’re sure none of your staff is around, I’ll join you.” Alise pulled off her capris and panties.

Their hands were all over each other. Alise could not believe what she was holding in her hands. She was anxious to become more familiar with it. Okay, she admitted to herself ‘what would it be like to put something like that in my mouth?’

She was a little slow in taking those thoughts and making them actions.

“Alise, I have a confession; ever since our meeting was arranged, I’ve wondered what western women taste like.” In the moonlight, she could see him looking her in the eyes.

“Kenji, you sound like you’re begging. Are you begging?”

“Well . . .”

“A man of your stature shouldn’t beg, Tell Alise what you want.”

He took a deep breath, “Alise, I’d love to eat your . . .”

“Pussy, Kenji. Like titties, I have a pussy.”

“Yes, well Alise, I’d love to eat your, your pussy,” He stuttered.

“Kenji that is music to a girl’s ears. It’s certainly music to mine.”

Then she scooted toward the bottom of the daybed, on her back and spread her legs. “Kenji, make my pussy squeal.”

He knelt in the sand. “Even in the moonlight, I can see you have the most beautiful pussy.”

Then he started. It didn’t take long for Alise to realize that as good as her deceased husband was, and as good and enthusiastic as Ron Stevens had been, the fact was, she’d never really had her pussy eaten until now.

“Oooooh, oooooh, your tongue is so good, sooooooo good. Do you like the way western women taste?”

“I like the way you taste. You have the most delicious pussy,” he mumbled.

“Kenji, I just know a man of your experience knows exactly where to put his tongue to make a woman swoon.”

“Didn’t you say squeal?”

“Yes, make me squeal. She spread her legs farther apart.

The Japanese man, as old as her grandfather, needed no further direction. Within minutes, “OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOH, KENJI, JUST LIKE THAT, OOOOH KENJI, OOOOH, OOOOOOH, MY PUSSY HAS NEVER FELT LIKE THIS. KEEP EATING ME. YOU’RE THE BEST PUSSY EATER A GIRL COULD ASK FOR.”

To the sixty-year-old Kenji Yamamoto, Alise was a girl. A girl with fabulous tits and the most delicious pussy which she enthusiastically gave to him.

Alise held his head in her hands and fucked his face. “OOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH, YES, OOOOOOH YES, OOOOOOOOOH MY PUSSY, KENJI, MY PUSSY.”

She was certain that she could be heard up and down the beach and out in the bay. At the moment, she didn’t care. It seemed to her that it was Kenji’s goal to make her moan louder.

It was completely involuntary. “YES, OOOOOH YES, OOOOOH YES, KENJI. MY PUSSY, OOOOOOOH MY PUSSY. AM I SQUEALING, KENJI?”

It was as good an orgasm as she’d ever experienced. On her back, she was looking up at the moon; Alise was certain that she saw shooting stars and rainbows. Are there rainbows at night? She didn’t know, but she was certain her brain saw them.

“Alise, I’ve never tasted a pussy as sweet. I hope you’ll let me eat your pussy again.”

“Kenji, you can have it anytime. No one’s ever made me feel like that.” He didn’t have to know there’d only been her husband and Ron Stevens.

“How about now?”

“Yes, make me squeal again, Kenji, please.” She pushed his head back into her bush.

Half an hour later, he crawled on top of her. Most of the Japanese women he’d been with shook their heads ‘no’ when his big cock tried to enter them. Even his wife insisted on lots and lots of lube, and when they were young, only once or twice a month. Now, you might say it was an annual event.

This American girl was different. “Kenji, give it to me. You have my pussy so ready. Fuck me with your big cock. My pussy needs it. My pussy wants it.”

Only Japanese prostitutes had encouraged him to fuck them; of course he was paying them, paying them very well.

“Kenji, your tongue was marvelous, but your cock, oh my God, your cock. Keep giving it to me.”

He had no interest in NOT giving it to her. Before dinner he’d taken a Viagra. His cock would stay hard until she begged for his man juice. He liked it when he gave it to a woman in her mouth. Would Alise be receptive? Maybe not tonight, but soon.

Her long legs were wrapped around his back; almost crushing his ribs as his cock hammered Alise’s young pussy. “OH KENJI, OH MY PUSSY, OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH YEAH, KEEP GIVING IT TO ME. I’VE NEVER HAD A COCK LIKE YOURS. A COCK SO BIG. I’VE NEVER HAD A LOVER LIKE YOU. LET ME MAKE LOVE TO YOUR MAGNIFICENT COCK.”

“Alise, do you mean with your mouth?”

“Yes, oh yes, please. I want to make love to it.”

“When you say, it . . .”

“Kenji, by it I mean your humungous cock that has my pussy on fire; has my pussy squealing. Please, let me suck it.”

He liked the please part, and he loved the enthusiasm her mouth, lips and tongue showed his cock. She wasn’t as good as the prostitutes he frequented in Tokyo. He smiled as he thought of one, Miko, who he had a standing ‘date’ with once a month.

Miko was in her thirties and worshipped his cock like no other. Best of all, unlike no other, she could make it disappear down her throat; all of it. “Kenji,” she’d say, “if you would leave your wife, I would be happy to do this for you every day. You wouldn’t even have to pay me; my mouth would be yours.”

But even Miko didn’t beg him to let her suck it. Now, this American girl was pleading with him.

Alise slid her lips up and down his long shaft. She couldn’t take as much as Miko, but she was just as enthusiastic as any of the whores he’d been with. Like them, Alise kept going and going.

He thought he should buy stock in Viagra. Kenji estimated that his cock had been hard for over an hour and there was no evidence that he was close. Not when he was eating that sweet, young pussy; not when he was fucking her and not now when she was sucking it.

Could there be a more beautiful sight, Kenji thought. In the moonlight, a beautiful woman, his granddaughter’s age, her blonde hair bobbing up and down, doing everything she could to show his big cock the respect it deserved.

Meanwhile Alise was thinking that yes, it was massive, and yes, it gave her incredible pleasure when it was fucking her. Yes, Kenji’s tongue brought her the most amazing orgasms, and yes, it was fun to suck, but it was never far from her mind why she was here.

Although he was CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world, and a graduate of one America’s finest Ivy league universities, Kenji Yamamoto didn’t know he was getting played

Tomorrow or perhaps the next day, she’d tell him how many vehicles the brewery needed over the next three years and how much she was willing to pay. That’s right, she was going to tell him; not ask.

She’d spring it on him while she was blowing him; Kenji seemed to like her mouth. Damn that cock was big and so hard.

Alise brought it up with Ron Stevens while he was eating her pussy and rewarded him with hours and hours of more pussy eating after they’d come to an agreement.

She’d suck Kenji’s cock for hours and hours before and after they came to an agreement. While sliding her lips up and down, she smiled, coming up for air, “Kenji, Alise’s mouth loves your majestic cock. I hope you took one of those little blue pills. I want to suck it all night.”

Right now, he seemed to be getting close. “Kenji, why don’t you finish in my pussy? No one’s ever fucked me like you.”

A half hour later, they walked hand-in-hand back to the mansion; their clothes still in the sand by the cabana. “Kenji, I have sand everywhere, I’m going to take a shower. Would you like to join me?” she smiled.

In the shower, “Kenji, I think it’s going to take a long time to get all the sand off my titties.” She handed him a bar of soap. “Would you mind?”

In the bathroom light, the Japanese CEO could see just how beautiful her tits were. Every Japanese woman, including the whores, were small in comparison. Those Japanese women with big ones were older, with flabby titties. Alise’s were big and firm.

As I said he was short. Kenji was face-to-face not with her face but with those tits. “Kenji, I’m enjoying your hands so much. Keep washing them; there’s so much sand,” she giggled.

“Alise, Viagra is a miracle. I’m certain that like your marvelous tits, my cock needs a good washing. I’ll bet I have sand everywhere.”

“Oh Kenji, you don’t have to be so circumspect. I like it when a man orders me to do something. It makes him seem so big and powerful and me so small and helpless,” She reached down. “Kenji, you’re hard again. Is that from playing with my titties?”

Alise got on her knees. In the bathroom light, she could see his cock. He smiled down at her. He liked that. It made him feel superior.

“Kenji, now that I can see it, I am in awe.” She slid her soapy hand up and down his shaft. “This magnificent cock could only belong to a very powerful man. Kenji, you’re a very powerful man; I’d love to serve you. Be my master. Tell me to suck it, please.”

He laughed, “Alise, show your master that you serve him. It is proper that a woman like you address me as Kenji-san. It shows respect.”

“Thank you, master-san. Did I say that right?” Alise took as much in her mouth as she could. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked up at him. Melissa told her that he liked to feel superior.

He nodded; looking down at her. His cock seemed to get harder; not from her mouth but for the respect she showed for his superiority.

He didn’t cum, and she stayed on her knees until the water started to cool. “Kenji-san, I’ll want to please my master-san again in the morning, but right now I need some sleep.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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