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would argue with that, and she wouldn’t be shy about asking him to give her more. “Kenji, you have the sweetest man juice, my taste buds are begging for more.”

There was a slight change in plans. Kenji decided to visit his Nashville factory while Melissa’s Braun plane flew to Milwaukee. On the flight Melissa apologized to Charles. “I promised you a week at my lake house; a week of blowjobs, but you wanted to spend the week on your knees eating my pussy, but Charles, am I not wrong to think that you’d prefer to spend that week eating Shinori’s sashimi?”

“Ummmm, Melissa , I-I. . .”

“Charles, no need to apologize. I’ll make some phone calls and the lake house will be well-stocked with food and anything else you’ll need.”

“Thank you for understanding, Melissa. I couldn’t help it; I fell in love with her tasty sashimi.”

“The lake house will be yours for two weeks, and then I’ll need you back at the Brewery. Oh, and Charles I am not offended that you like eating Shinori-san’s sashimi more than you like my pussy,” she smiled.

“But . . .”

“No buts. I’ve taught you all I can. Now, go share your talented tongue with the world.”

At the Milwaukee airport a car was waiting to take Charles and Shinori to Melissa’s cabin on a small Wisconsin lake.

Shinori took a shower and then Charles took one. She was waiting in a chair by the fireplace, overlooking the lake, naked when he came out. “Charles-san, in Tokyo, Kenji’s sister, Honorii is part-owner of Yamamoto Motor’s and she has a sashimi-eating boy who takes good care of her and her little sister. Honorii brags about how good he is to her. Charles-san, will you be my sashimi eating boy and please my little sister?”

She spread her legs, and Charles got on his knees.

For Shinori life was perfect. With her guidance, his tongue became the perfect instrument for pleasing her little sister. Her orgasms seemed endless. What could be better? Shinori was in her fifties and had a nineteen-year-old who adored and made her little sister sing. In the secluded lake house, she could sing as loud as she wanted.

Charles wanted to eat it all the time. Two or three times a week, she gave him a blowjob. Not as a reward but because she loved the feeling of his manhood deep in her mouth. She’d suck it first thing in the morning and then didn’t brush her teeth until bedtime; enjoying the taste of his young, sweet cream in her mouth all day.

Once a week or so they fucked. Shinori thought that his cock would go in deeper and filler her up if she was on top. Charles had never fucked like that. He loved it. Best of all when he finished, “Charles-san, I would be so grateful if you cleaned my sashimi.” Then she crawled on top of him and rubbed her sashimi in his face. His tongue licked up all their combined juices.

Of course, Charles had never eaten Melissa like that. “Shinori, Every time we fuck, I want to taste your sashimi afterwards.”

“Charles-san, my sashimi will thank you for making her so clean. Now, are you ready for my mouth to thank you?”

Back in Milwaukee, Shinori settled in. She found that less than a hundred miles away in Chicago there was a significant Japanese population. Making some inquires, she found a hotel where some of the leading women of the Japanese community had lunch.

When she walked in on Charles’s arm, there were whispers in Japanese. “Charles, they’re wondering what you see in an old lady like me.”

Loud enough for them to hear, “You can tell them that your sashimi is like bluefin tuna, sweet and buttery and melts in my mouth.”

In Japanese she said softly, but loud enough for those women to hear, “and you make my little sister sing and sing and sing.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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