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I’m sure you can figure out that Melissa was going to convince Charles to take care of Shinori-san while she flew on to Kenji Yamamoto’s private compound on Kauai.

A month later in Hawai’i: “Miss Johnston, my deepest sympathies on the passing of Mrs. Braun.”

“Thank you, Kenji-san. I appreciate that. I hope you had a nice chat with Ramon.”

He smiled, “I did. He praised some of your abilities. Perhaps, before we get down to serious business, you’d like to take a shower and freshen up.”

“Yes, thank you, it was a long flight. And Kenji, it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone wash my back,” Melissa smiled.

There wasn’t much back washing. Kenji found that her big, flabby tits were fun to get all soapy and play with. He also found it fun when Melissa got on her knees and made his cock disappear. It was even better when she looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. They seemed to say, I can do this all night.

She didn’t make him cum, but once they dried off and were in bed, “My God, Kenji-san, Alise told me you had the most amazing cock, but I never thought it would be so big and so beautiful.”

“What else did she say?”

“She told me you were the best lover a girl could ask for. Your big cock and tongue were oh so good to her. On our flight to London, she was still talking about how no other man made her feel like you did. She liked submitting to your superiority.”

“How about you, Melissa?”

“Why don’t I show you what I like?” She led him off the bed to a chair, although she was much taller than him, once she was on her knees. “Master Kenji, please let me serve you like a man of your stature deserves. Please.” She tried to sound like she was begging; begging to be allowed to suck it.

He laughed, thinking all these American girls are the same. They know I am dominant over them. He remembered what Alise said, “you should be honored and privileged to service my manhood. Show me that you’re deserving.”

“Thank you, Master Kenji. I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

It was the best blowjob Kenji Yamamoto had ever had, even from prostitutes in Tokyo.

Meanwhile in her suite in Honolulu, Shinori Shabato was surprised when Charles Law showed up. Yes, she expected him, and yes, Melissa told her that he was young, but not this young, although Melissa assured her that he was nineteen, and oh so cute; boy cute.

As for Charles Law, Melissa Johnston showed him a picture of Shinori. She wasn’t much to look at, and so small, but Melissa made him a promise, “take good care of her sashimi and I’ll take good care of your big cock.”

What kind of name was sashimi, anyhow? He thought. The whores in London always said that I make their cunnies feel so good, and everyone called it a pussy. He smiled thinking of Melissa’s bare pussy with those puffy pussy lips, that he loved to suck on after his tongue found her special spot.

Melissa promised him a week at her lake house, just the two of them, and she promised that she’d blow him and blow him until his cock was dry. Even then she’d keep it in her mouth. Charles surprised her, “Miss Melissa instead why don’t we go up to your lake house and I can eat your delicious pussy until my tongue falls off.” She must know how much I love eating her sweet pussy. She’s seen me shoot numerous times just from eating it.

The Japanese woman was even less attractive in person and seemed even older. “Charles-san, Miss Johnston told me that you would make my sashimi sing.” There was that sashimi word again.

Whatever that was she was wearing; some Japanese thing, Shinori took off, sat on the couch overlooking the ocean. “Charles-san, it’s all yours. I hope you like it.”

Except for the woman in the salon, no one had ever seen her sashimi like this. She was a little embarrassed as she spread her legs.

Yes, Shinori had followed Melissa’s suggestion and got a wax.

In those London brothels he’d seen lots of pussy, and of course he had a personal relationship with Melissa’s, but he was shocked by the look of Shinori’s. It was more brown than pink and looked so small. How would his cock ever fit in there?

He undressed while he stared. After the first time he came in his pants from eating Melissa, he always undressed before he got on his knees. In the end pussy was pussy; Charles was almost fully erect by the time he took off his boxers.

Shinori gasped when she saw it. Harvey Graham, Jr. was big, and that one time with her boss, she was impressed, but now . . .

“Oh my, oh my, Charles-san, the view of the ocean is spectacular, but I have never seen anything as beautiful.” The girls in the whorehouses went nuts over his cock, but he was paying them. Melissa was different. She was a cocksucking fool, but only after his tongue gave her three sometimes four orgasms.

“Please, Charles-san, sit down. My sashimi can wait. My mouth can’t.” Shinori got on her knees.

He’d had blowjobs from those whores, and Melissa could get him to do anything with the way she sucked his cock. That is until he discovered that eating her pussy was the greatest thing, but over the next hour little old Shinori Shabato had his cock as hard as a tuning fork. Charles was certain it had never been so rigid. And this little old Japanese woman had more of his cock in her mouth than anyone. More than any of those London whores; more than Melissa. “She devoured it, and probably could have taken more,” he thought.

Numerous times he was on the verge; on the verge of exploding. That’s when she took it out of her mouth. “Charles-san, you have the most majestic cock. There has never been one like it.” He didn’t have to know that other than her husband, Kenji Yamamoto and Harvey, Jr. she had little experience.

Charles had heard it all before, but like I said, he was paying those prostitutes. He was surprised that this petite old woman made his cock disappear down her throat, and then did it over and over again. He could feel his balls against her chin.

“Thank you, Charles-san. You may look like a boy, but you have the cock of a gigantic man. In Japan, we do not have horses as big as you. I’m looking forward to your man cream. Please give it to me. Shinori put it back in her mouth. All of it.

She was relentless as she sucked. She was the most talented, even among those prostitutes that Charles had enjoyed; even more so than Melissa.

Ah Melissa. He’d have to thank her for giving him Shinori. Instead of a week at her lake house on his knees, maybe she’d give him the pleasure of two weeks. Just thinking of Melissa’s pussy had his cock even stiffer in Shinori’s mouth.

Just thinking of Melissa’s pussy had Charles thinking of this old Japanese woman’s pussy. On the other hand, Shinori’s lips were still busy; right down to his balls.

That was another thing that Melissa taught him. In addition to training him to eat her bare pussy with those puffy lips, she taught him to wait and wait to cum. Before she insisted that he stop masturbating, he even delayed his own gratification while sliding his hand up and down his cock’s shaft.

With Melissa’s pussy on his mind, “Shinori, why don’t you take it out of your mouth, and let me taste your pussy?”

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, her lips slid up his shaft, passed his now exposed cockhead. “Charles-san, you did not like the way I tried to please you. If you let me. I promise I will do better.” She was still on her knees, and she was staring at his huge, young, hard cock.

“Charles-san, I am a Japanese woman. We don’t have pussies, we have sashimis, and my lovers have said I have a sweet sashimi. I am honored that you would like to taste it.”

They changed places. From sucking Charles’s incredible cock, Shinori’s glistening sashimi was open and her womanly cream was dripping. “Shinori, your pussy, I mean sashimi, looks so juicy, and I must say, beautiful.”

She was embarrassed the way this boy was looking at her, but sucking that monster cock had her sashimi, as he said, juicy. She could feel it leaking. “Please, Charles-san.” She spread her short legs as wide as possible.

Charles did what Melissa Johnston taught him, and his tongue rarely left Shinori’s sashimi. Licking up all her creamy juices, he was surprised that she produced more and more. He mumbled, “your sashimi is delicious.”

She giggled, “it is your first taste of sashimi. I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it, I love it,” he mumbled again, “but tell me Shinori, does a sashimi have a special spot that will drive you wild?”

She was surprised that a boy his age knew that it existed. “It does, Charles-san, and when a man finds it, I go out of this world. I call it my little sister. A little higher with your tongue, Charles-san. Just a little higher. My little sister is very sensitive, be gentle,” she instructed.

Shinori was surprised again, he needed no further instruction. In moments, Charles found her clitoris, and his tongue felt like the finest silk. In minutes, she was fucking his tongue, her tiny ass gyrating, her thighs squeezing his head. “Oooooooooh, ooooooh, you know how to please my sashimi and my little sister is smiling. Ooooooooh, ooooooh. Yes, Charles-san, you are not a little boy. You have a man’s tongue. Keep playing with her, Charles-san. Ooooooooh, oooooooh.”

Charles Lowe had no thought of stopping. Melissa Johnston had a sweet pussy, but it was his one and only. Now, he found Shinori’s so much tastier.

Except for moments when he needed to rest his tongue, Charles kept eating, and Shinori was in orgasmic Nirvana. “Charles-san, you have pleased my sashimi like no other man.” They were lying in bed and she was resting her head on his chest. “Yes, adult men, have not done to me what you have done. Let me do the same to you with my mouth, although my sashimi would love to experience more meat than it has ever had.”

“Shinori, what I’d like is to keep on tasting your sashimi. Nothing could possibly taste better.”

She blushed, but spread her legs, and Charles went down her.

That’s how it was for the next two days. Mostly, Charles ate. They ordered room service and Charles ate.

One day, they walked the beach at sunset, arm-in-arm. Looking at her, people could see the stars in her eyes. “Charles-san, the way people are looking at me, they just know what I’m getting. The women, I can see it their faces, they are so jealous.”

One night, they went to the hotel dining room; Shinori clinging to him. They passed a table of women speaking Japanese, Shinori overheard one whisper loudly, “her sashimi must be like gold.”

Shinori hesitated and smiled at the woman. In Japanese she said, “like bluefin tuna.” Then kept on walking.

“What do you say?”

“Well, that woman said my sashimi must spit out gold to have a handsome, young man like you. And I said, my sashimi is like bluefin tuna. Charles-san, bluefin tuna is the greatest delicacy. It’s buttery sweet and melts in your mouth.”

She clung to him closer as they reached their table, “Is my sashimi buttery sweet. Does it melt in your mouth, Charles-san?”

“It’s been so long, maybe two hours, maybe after dinner, I’ll have to refresh my memory,” he laughed.

“What a marvelous idea. My sashimi for dessert.”

Charles did have sashimi for dessert and breakfast, but Shinori told him that it was about time that he fed her his cock. “Not in my mouth this time, feed your horse-size cock to my sashimi.”

Her husband had a big cock, was a great fuck and sashimi eater. Young Harvey Graham, Jr, ate her sashimi so good and his big cock made her swoon, but there was nothing like what Charles Lowe did to her, and I’m no longer talking about the way he ate.

The first time, as he fucked her hard, Shinori thought, maybe I’ve never been fucked. Maybe it was his age. That cock never quit. That was it, that horse cock so far up her sashimi. She couldn’t stop cumming, just like when he was eating her. She was petite, but Shinori’s ass lifted him off the bed.

“Charles-san,” she said when he finished, “my sashimi is in love. In love with your cock.”

“Don’t forget my tongue. My tongue loves your tasty sashimi. Someone told me, he joked with her, “it’s buttery sweet and melts in your mouth.”

“Let me take a shower, and when I come back and you’re ready, you can find out for yourself,” she laughed.

When she came back to bed, “Charles-san, in the shower, my little sister told me that she would like to be introduced to your tongue again. Are you ready to meet her?” She spread her legs.

The week went by too fast. All too soon, Charles was packing. Melissa and the Braun Brewery plane would meet him at the Honolulu airport in four hours. By the same token, Kenji Yamamoto’s plane would be right behind the Braun plane, and Shinori would be on her way back to Japan.”

She made a phone call. “Kenji-san, it is time for me to retire. I want to retire in the United States.”

Then she told Charles what she had in mind. “Charles-san, the Yamamoto Company has treated me very well, and I have saved a lot of money. I’d like to share the remaining good years of my life with you.”

Just a few hours ago, Charles Lowe’s tongue had left Shinori’s sashimi for the last time. He could have eaten it for hours more. Now, he had the chance. He made a call: “Melissa, if you don’t mind, Shinori is coming on the plane back home.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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