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Twenty-year-old Chloe Doyle explained.

It was not unusual for wealthy Japanese men to have a girlfriend, but she’d never heard of one so young, American and one who needed to be trained in the required arts.

Honorii Yamamoto explained that Kenji left her not only a significant sum of money but also a 5% stake in the Yamamoto Motors factory in Milwaukee.

In her grieving state, Chloe did not realize the significance of Kenji’s death to her own status. “Chloe, you understand you can return to the United States at any time. In the meantime, we should get you out of here. You will be my guest. I don’t live far away. I have a car outside.”

A few hours later, Chloe Doyle, a stranger in a strange land, comfortably settled in Honorii’s guest room. A room as big as the apartment she’d had in Milwaukee.

For the first time in ages, she had a peaceful sleep and alone. A maid served her breakfast, lunch and dinner, and she was free to wander the grounds.

Two days later, Honorii Yamamoto knocked on her door. “Chloe, I’ve been doing some checking about your work at that brothel. Am I correct that you were very popular among Japanese men who were interested in your hidden garden, which they found delightful and tasty?”

Chloe blushed. It was one thing for the girls that she worked with to know, but this woman who was perhaps older than Kenji. “Honorii-san, I am uncomfortable with this line of talk.”

“I understand, my dear. However, my inquiries were not simply academic. For years, I’ve had a boy who took care of the needs a woman cannot be expected to go without. His tongue was particularly pleasing, but Chloe I often wondered what he found so tantalizing about my taste.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Did my brother find your taste tantalizing?”

The young woman could not have been any redder. “I-I-I . . .”

“I ask because at my age, I won’t have many more opportunities to find out what all the fuss is about.” To Chloe’s surprise, Honorii Yamamoto kissed her on the mouth. “Everyone I talked to said you had the most delicious sashimi. Please, Chloe-san. Don’t make me beg.”

“Honorii-san, you’re asking me to do something that I can’t imagine doing. Please, no.”

“I think maybe you misunderstand me, Chloe-san. All I’m asking you to do is sit back and allow me to discover if you are as sweet as rumors say you are.” Honorii got on her knees in front of Chloe. “Please, now I am begging.”

Over the past two years, Chloe had become comfortable wearing a kimono. She took it off, and her panties, and sat down on the couch in her room. “Honorii-san, I am not ready for this, but if this will help you through the grief you must feel for Kenji-san’s death, my sashimi is yours.”

“Thank you. I have no experience. I would be in your debt if you were to guide me.”

Since Kenji Yamamoto had introduced her to the joy of cunnilingus, numerous men had found joy in the taste of her pussy and Chloe had reveled in the feelings that overwhelmed her.

After hours of instruction, Chloe found there was nothing like the soft, gentle tongue of a woman; a woman like Honorii Yamamoto.

Day after day, she came to Chloe’s quarters where she dutifully got on her knees. “Chloe-san, you have the most beautiful hidden garden. I can understand why men found such joy in your taste. I suspect that they were bursting out of their pants while they were on their knees.”

“Can I tell you a secret? A secret just between the two of us?”

“Of course. My tongue may be active, but my lips are sealed.” She laughed.

“Some men, while their tongues were adoring my sashimi, in their pants, their cream was shooting.”

“That sounds like the most exciting thing ever. Just from the taste of your sashimi, you say?”

“Yes, Honorii-san.”

“I am embarrassed to tell you that when I am pleasing your sashimi, mine is dripping. Back in my room, I find that my panties are drenched. I could wring them out.” She blushed but then put her face back in Chloe’s golden bush and her tongue started again.

“Chloe-san, thank you for allowing me the pleasure of your sashimi these past few weeks, but I’m sure that you prefer the love of a man. I don’t mean his tongue, but his manhood, too. If you’re anything like I was when I was your age, you enjoy a man in your sashimi and in your mouth.”

Chloe blushed. “Honorii-san, what you say is true. I don’t miss working in that house, but I, and don’t take this the wrong way, do miss the feel of a man.”

“I understand. I think my sashimi can no longer please a man. Let me suggest something to you. For a number of years, I have had a young man, Yuki, just a few years older than you, as my personal sashimi pleaser. Once, sometimes twice a day for an hour or more he would get on his knees and adore my sashimi with his tongue. He was marvelous and numerous times I’d be in another world.”

“You mean like what you do to me? He sounds marvelous.”

“He was; and once or twice a month, I’d find pleasure with his manhood. Usually in my sashimi, but on occasion, I still enjoyed it in my mouth. But Chloe-san, in the last year I find it less and less pleasurable.”

“That is so sad.”

“My only pleasure now is when you allow me to worship your sashimi.” Honorii, was on her knees, and gave Chloe’s pussy a kiss. “But let me tell you about Yuki. His tongue is the most incredible thing. I don’t mean to brag, but I trained him myself since he was eighteen.”

“Like Kenji-san had the girls in the brothel train me?”

“Something like that, but Yuki also has a man-like pole.” Honorii held her hands almost a foot apart. “And fat.”

“Ooooooooh, that sounds like the best of both worlds.” She was thinking of Kenji’s incredible cock.

“When his tongue had me climbing walls, I couldn’t wait for Yuki’s cock to fill my sashimi . . .”

“Or your mouth?”

“Yes, but now I’m not as interested. Chloe-san, I brought this up because I think Yuki would be perfect for you. You no longer need money, but you need a man. Yuki is a man; a very talented man. His manhood and his tongue are unbelievable”

“If he were to know where I’ve spent the last two years, would he still have me?”

“I doubt he’d mind. He knew that at my age, my sashimi pleased almost as many men as yours. My mouth, too. Besides, when he feasts his eyes on this golden bush, he won’t be able to resist. More talk later; my tongue is hungry for your sashimi.”

Honorii Yamamoto made her vacation home on Hokkaido available to Chloe and Yuki. It was a short flight, and by late afternoon, Chloe and Yuki were discovering each other. She discovered a cock that rivaled Kenji’s or even the biggest men who visited the whore house.

Yuki had never been with a western woman; in fact, he’d never been with any woman except old Honorii. He was intrigued by her golden bush. More times than she could count in her head, Chloe thanked Honorii for teaching Yuki how to eat pussy.

They stayed as Honorii’s guests for two weeks, rarely putting on clothes.

Chloe discovered that she had enough money to buy a home on beautiful Hokkaido, where they lived happily ever after. Although to be fair, once a year an old woman came to visit. “Yuki-san, does my sashimi still taste good?”

“Honorii-san, you are delicious. May I taste your sashimi just one more time?”

In Milwaukee, Charles Law still could not get enough of Shinori Shabato’s sashimi. Since she no longer had her period, he ate it almost every day. Once or twice a month, “Charles, you have me in such a state. Come up here and fill me up.” Once or twice a week, Shinori pleasured his young, humungous cock on her knees. Her pussy leaked as she sucked. “Charles-san, my sashimi is dripping. I know how much you like my taste when she gets like that.”

In Accra, Ghana Alise Schulteiss Braun was still the house guest of Oscar Lowe, and still oblivious to the outside world. Every few month, she’d visit one of the beer men in some African country. It was a way to keep Braun Brewery’s best customers happy. They all didn’t have cocks like Oscar’s or Zeke Henderson’s, but they all had tongues, which never got tired of her blonde bush, and when she rolled on to her stomach, lifted her ass in the air, they all became familiar with the sound of her howling, “ahwooooooo, ahwooooo, ahwoooo.”

As for Melissa Johnston, the now very wealthy Melissa Johnston, never found love, but did find joy. Once or twice a year, she’d fly to California where Ramon Sanchez’s tongue and her smooth, bald pussy had a two-week rendezvous. “Please Ramon, keep doing my pussy. Make me cum again. You haven’t forgotten what my pussy loves.”

Once a year, she’d fly to London and Oscar Lowe would fly from Ghana. In a few days her lips were raw, and even on the rich carpets of her suite at the Ritz, her knees were sore.

When Oscar returned to Africa, Melissa stayed in London, ostensibly to shop. In fact, she’d called on His Lordship John Law, now in his seventies. Although, not a British subject, she spent even more time on her knees. “Your Lordship, I am amazed. At your age, your manhood still stands tall.”

He laughed, “Melissa, you know Viagra is a wonder drug. Now, you know I like it when you make it disappear completely.” He pushed her head back down.

“Thank you, your Lordship.”

Later, she straddle him and put her titties in his face. She wasn’t sure why, but his Lordship enjoyed her flabby cow-like tits.

On a visit a year later when she called on John Law, a maid informed her that his Lordship was confined to an old age home, but that his son, Henry Law, who was Charles’ father, would entertain her.

At that very moment, in Milwaukee, Charles’ tongue was enjoying the taste of Shinori Shabato’s sashimi which tasted like raw bluefin tuna, buttery sweet and melts in your mouth.

Like his father, John, and his son, Charles, Henry Law was well-hung. Perhaps hung longer than both his father and son. Melissa found it irresistible. Henry found her bare pussy irresistible. Melissa stayed in London another two weeks.

Returning to Milwaukee, she informed the Board of Directors that as they expanded in Europe, they needed to be London-based, and she would manage the London office.

Henry Law and Melissa Johnston formed a partnership, mostly in bed, but by now you know Melissa. Once or twice a year, “Oscar, your big black cock is so good to my pussy, and your tongue, oh my, your tongue, but please, please take it out so I can suck it.”

“Beg, Melissa, beg to suck my cock.”

Alise Schulteiss Braun’s name never came up.

THE END

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