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Even though Melissa told her that Mr. Yamamoto was short, she wore 3” heels; they accented her long legs. She was 5’ 9” tall.

Finally, Miss Johnston picked out a bright red lipstick for her. “Mr. Yamamoto will like that.” Chloe blushed. She was certain she knew where Mr. Yamamoto wanted her lips. Not that she was opposed. It was just that she suspected that Miss Johnston knew where her lips were going to be. She was nineteen, that a woman like Miss Johnston knew or at least suspected that she liked to suck cock was embarrassing.

She was shocked when Mr. Yamamoto walked in. He was much shorter than she expected. He didn’t waste a lot of time. “So, this is the present Melissa sent me. Chloe you are lovely.”

She blushed. Although he wasn’t ogling her or drooling over her, he was her grandfather’s age. She couldn’t imagine her grandfather looking at her like she thought Kenji was looking at her.

He came toward her. His face were almost against her tits. “Chloe, would you like me to unwrap my present or would you like to unwrap it for me?”

She got redder. She knew this was coming, but . . .

“Mr. Yamamoto, I can do it. Would you like to sit down, and can I get you a drink?” She was shocked there was a fully stocked bar in her suite, although she only drank beer and only on occasion.

“No, thank you, but I will sit.”

As soon as he was seated, Chloe took off her halter. Kenji Yamamoto gasped. He’d seen lovely tits in those brothels, although most Japanese girls were small. And Alise Schulteiss Braun had beautiful titties. Melissa Johnston, not so much, although he did have fun playing with her big, soft, flabby ones, especially in the shower washing them.

Chloe knew what his gasp meant. Her boyfriend saw them all the time, although they usually fucked in the dark. He never reacted like this old man. Her boyfriend was anxious to get in her panties.

“You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.” She blushed. “Come closer.”

Chloe didn’t just come closer. She straddled him, with those tits in his face and her arms over her head. “Gorgeous, lovely, spectacular,” he said, as he felt them and kissed her nipples with his tongue.

She’d let her boyfriend play with them. She liked that, but like I said, he wanted what was in her panties. She was sure Mr. Yamamoto did too, but he was a man, not a boy, he had more patience.

His hands and mouth felt so good. She took her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pressing his face to those tits. “Ah, Miss Doyle, you are a beautiful young woman, and these are beyond description.” He called her a woman; not a girl.

“Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto. You make them feel so good. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, but they’re yours whenever you want them.” She loved the attention he gave them, and her nipples were so hard and so sensitive.

He kept playing with his hands, his lips, his tongue. “Mr. Yamamoto, like I said, they’re yours, but you know there’s more of your present from Miss Johnston to unwrap.” She giggled. Her pussy was leaking and her thong was damp.

“I’m looking forward to that. Chloe, men my age don’t often have access to young titties like these,” he was mumbling with his face between her breasts. “But you’re right. Tell me, is your bush the same color as your hair.”

She got redder. In the dark when she was fucking her boyfriend, he really didn’t see it, and although her girlfriends talked about pussy eating, he didn’t seem all that interested. Blowjobs yes, pussy eating, no. She was too young to realize that was unfair.

Besides, just last year in high school, while she was in a stall in the girls’ room, she overheard two girls talking, “I couldn’t help but listen when my brother and his friends were talking about Emma Hairston. They said she has a smelly cunt.”

“Yeeeww, That’s so gross. I wash mine before I go to bed every night, and every morning, and definitely before a date. I never want a boy to say that about me.”

Chloe hoped her pussy didn’t smell. That would be so mortifying especially with a man like Mr. Yamamoto. “Mr. Yamamoto, it’s the color of gold. I’m sure you’d like to see for yourself.”

Chloe got off him. Kenji was a little disappointed, but there was something to look forward to. He smiled, as she pulled those Daisy Dukes to her ankles, then stepped out of them.

She wasn’t really modeling for him, but she was standing in front of him wearing just her thong and her 3” heels. Oh yeah, that bright red lipstick, too. Kenji Yamamoto noticed that when he first came into her suite. He was looking forward to what those lips could do. He wasn’t expecting much, given her age.

“Chloe, you are a vision. Those stunning titties and now this. Are you going to show me the rest or do I have to just imagine what your golden bush actually looks like?”

She got redder but took off her thong. Now, she stood in front of him wearing just those heels and that bright red lipstick, thinking, okay if he wants to see it, here it is.

Other than Alise Schulteiss Braun’s blonde bush and Melissa’s bare pussy, this was the only western pussy Kenji had seen. Just like when he saw Chloe’s titties, he gasped.

As you know, Kenji Yamamoto loved showing his dominance. Smiling down at women as they sucked his cock; his long, thick cock. Yes, even without the help of Viagra his cock got hard looking down at those western women like Alise and Melissa as their lips caressed his cock. Viagra kept it harder and for a much longer time.

Now, staring at that exquisite bush, he couldn’t help but wonder what it might taste like. Sure, he’d gotten on his knees to eat Alise and Melissa but that was not a position he preferred, but now this Chloe girl’s pussy looked intriguing. He just couldn’t help himself.

“You looked delightful, why don’t you sit down so I can take a good look?”

He was just going to look at my pussy, that’s all, Chloe tried to convince herself. In her heart she knew better; knew that adult men might want to taste her pussy. She hoped, prayed even, that she didn’t have a smelly cunt like Emma Hairston.

Once she was seated, Chloe kept her legs only slightly apart. She was surprised when Mr. Yamamoto got on his knees. “Oh, come now, Chloe, you know I want to see all of you, he opened her legs. She didn’t resist.

“Chloe that is the loveliest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Kenji stared which was disconcerting to the nineteen-year-old. “Would you mind terribly if I tasted it?”

Blushing even more, “Ummmmm, Mr. Yamamoto, I’ve never let anybody do that. Are you sure you want to?”

“I’m positive, and I’ll be gentle. Women have told me that there’s nothing like it. Some women beg for it.”

To himself, Kenji thought, she may not be a virgin, but when it comes to being eaten, she was. He’d be the first.

In a few minutes, Chloe Doyle was experiencing something she’d never thought possible. Fucking her boyfriend never made her feel like this. Even when she masturbated, she never made herself feel like Kenji’s tongue made her feel. It was almost frightening how good she felt. Her soft moans became louder and louder as Kenji’s tongue gently massaged first her slit and then her clitoris. “OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOOH, MR. YAMAMOTO, OOOOH, MR. YAMAMOTO, OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOH.”

“Didn’t I tell you, you’d enjoy it? I was gentle, wasn’t I?”

“Oh yes. That was the most amazing thing ever. Ummmm, Mr. Yamamoto, I hate to ask, but could you, could you do that some more?”

He laughed, “a man my age being asked by a beautiful girl to eat her beautiful, sweet pussy?” Kenji tongued her open slit, “and I assure you Chloe, you have the sweetest pussy.” Then he started again, and his tongue did her clitoris again and again, and she had more orgasms.

She was so glad that she didn’t have a smelly cunt like Emma Hairston.

It was almost an hour later before Kenji quit. His tongue was getting worn out. Chloe’s eyes were glazed over; her cheeks were streaked with her mascara; the smile on her face could not have been any bigger. “Chloe, Melissa sent me a present, and I have a present for you.”

Kenji stood up. There was a huge bulge in his pants. She couldn’t miss it. “Do you want me to open it for you?”

“No, no, Mr. Yamamoto let me. In a moment she was on her knees, unbuckling his belt.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she dropped his boxers to his knees. Truth be told, her boyfriend’s had been the only one she’d seen. Chloe didn’t know it, but his was below average.

As you know, Kenji Yamamoto had a cock that horses would be proud of. Chloe had no idea they got so big. And it was standing straight up, which had a lot to do with eating her glorious pussy and taking Viagra.

Chloe had never seen anything like it. Well, she had once. When she was fourteen, her father took her to a racetrack, and they were able to wander through the stables. She giggled watching a stallion peeing. Later when she got home, she told her mother what she saw. “Mama, are boys big like that?”

“Chloe, that’s not a question young ladies should be asking,” she scolded. “Get those kinds of thoughts out of your head.”

Now, on her knees, she knew the answer.

“Mr. Yamamoto, can I please?”

He patted her on the head. He liked that she said please. “Can you what?”

“I-I-I want to put your humongous cock in my mouth. Please.” She stuttered. She never asked her boyfriend. She just went down on him. The first time, after they’d been fucking for a while and she had her period. He couldn’t understand why they couldn’t. That’s when she sucked him off. Chloe was surprised how much she liked it. After that she did it all the time, not just when she was having her period. Not that they didn’t fuck.

“Of course, you can but let me sit down.”

The young girl got between his legs. “Let me remind you if Melissa didn’t. You should address me as Kenji-san or Master Kenji. It was good that you said please. When you finish you should thank me for the honor and privilege.”

From Kenji’s point of view, it was a disaster. Yes, Chloe was enthusiastic but had no idea how. She put those bright red lips over his cockhead, as far as his rolled back foreskin and used her tongue on that head. With her right hand she stroked his shaft, up and down, up and down. That was it.

That’s how she’d done her boyfriend, but he was a boy. Kenji Yamamoto was a man.

Alise Schulteiss Braun could take most of it, as could the whores in the Tokyo brothels. Melissa Johnston and Miko, the prostitute who he had a regular “date” with back in Tokyo could take all his cock, every inch of it down their throats.

Kenji thought, I’ll say this much for her, she is enthusiastic. He didn’t let Chloe finish him in her mouth. “Let me take you to bed. My cock is anxious for your pussy.”

Like getting his cock sucked, fucking was a disaster, at least from his point of view. Sure, her pussy accepted his cock without too much resistance. He liked that her pussy opening was small. It felt good around his huge cock, but Chloe didn’t really know how to move.

They fucked and Chloe sucked all the time for the week she was in Nashville. She was always willing, but it didn’t get much better. From her point of view, it was the greatest thing, especially when Mr. Yamamoto did her with his tongue.

However, Kenji saw potential in her, and then there was that tasty pussy. Not only tasty, but western with a bush the color of gold.

The day before she returned to Milwaukee, Kenji Yamamoto called Melissa Johnston. “I’d like to take her back to Japan. She can become an incredible fuck and cocksucker with practice.”

“Kenji-san, you know what I want.”

What Melissa wanted was for Yamamoto Motors to build a factory near Milwaukee on land that Braun Brewery owned and the Brewery would partner with his Japanese company. “Okay, Melissa I’ll build the plant and Braun will have a 10% stake in it.”

“10% for Braun, and 5% for me personally. And Kenji-san, when you come to visit Milwaukee, you’ll be my guest. As your hostess, I’ll serve you anyway you’d like, and Kenji-san, I know you like me to serve you on my knees.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Melissa. I’ll have my lawyers draw up the papers.” He smiled as he hung up the phone. He’d been willing to go to 20%.

Chloe Doyle was ecstatic about going to Japan. His plane had a small, private bedroom. She spent much of the time in there on her knees with his cock in her mouth. In reality, just his cockhead. Like I said, she had not improved much.

It was somewhere west of Hawai’i that Kenji explained what she would be doing. “Chloe, you have the possibility of becoming a great lover. You’re beautiful, you’re enthusiastic . . .”

“Mr. Yamamoto-san my pussy and my mouth are always available to you.”

“That’s what I mean. In Tokyo, I have a dear friend who manages a brothel. She’s willing to give you a job. In a year, two at the most, with training, you’ll be the most incredible lover, and once a month, I’ll take you to my guest house and we’ll see how you’ve improved.”

Chloe Doyle was young and naïve, but not stupid.

“You want me to be a whore for a year or two?”

“Think of it as training. You’re young. In the long term it’ll be worth it. Now, my tongue is anxious for some of your sweet pussy.” At 45,000 feet, Chloe thought she was in heaven. They were preparing to land when Kenji’s tongue finished.

TO BE CONTINUED

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