Slut Girl 2: Sayoko Puts Out
This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.
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Within a few days of moving to Tokyo from the boonies, I was blown away by the number of flyers I got for telephone sex, adult videos, 'massage' outcalls, and other semi-porn shoved into my mailbox nightly.
My name is Satoru Hisoka. I moved here to relocate after being promoted at work. I lived in a nice apartment in the Green Heights Maruyama complex, alone. That was my problem; I was 23, and still a virgin. I know, you don't have to tell me it's pathetic. But I was totally depraved of sex and I needed some bad, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to 'take the challenge' and call one of these sex lines. I was nervous, but I was determined to get some tonight.
After finally getting through their voicemail to an actual person, I managed to calmly give them my address and get a confirmation. I was calling one of the less raunchy lines; something generic about 'refreshing the body and the mind.' I figured it would be fine.
Of course, as soon as I hung up the phone, I went nuts. A real girl was coming! Just to fuck me! I was ecstatic; until I realized that some of my friends told me about some of the times they'd called; the girls were old and flabby and were just plain awful. On top of that, what if some big-ass bouncer came over and robbed me of my cash? I'm no bodybuilder. Hell, I'm pretty skinny and lanky compared to most guys. Let's just say I wasn't one of the ones who liked going to gym class.
"Fuck it!" I cried. "Gotta get ready!" I ran about my messy apartment, frantically. "Tissue paper, check! Condoms, check! Hide the dirty magazines, check! Brushed teeth, check! Shower, check!" I was preparing myself way too much. I was stressed out. I figured I'd jack off for a bit to get my edge off.
Unfortunately, that plan backfired. I cranked out five orgasms and collapsed on my couch, falling asleep.
I woke up from a frightening dream of being mugged to hear the sound of my door being banged on pretty loudly. I jumped to my feet and checked my watch.
"Holy shit, I've been asleep for three hours!" I said. "I wonder if they're always this late." I went to the door and opened it slowly. Boy was I in for a surprise.
"Yo, kiddo," she said. "You the geek who called?" She stood a tall 5' 10", wearing a broad white business coat over a tight leather tank-top. She had a short leather skirt on, too. Her hair was silvery with straight bangs that hung thinly across her face. Her eyes were a piercing crystal blue, with lipstick to match. Her skin was tanned and perfect. A cigarette hung from her mouth. Her breasts looked firm, and I guessed they were a good D cup. I was flabbergasted. It showed on my face.
"Guess not, huh," she said. Turning to the side she flipped out a cell phone and speed-dialed her boss. "Sayoko here. You gave me the wrong apartment number again, shit for brains," she complained. I jumped.
"No! No! It's here! It's here!" I shouted. I wasn't about to have my fair leave on me! She looked at me, flipping off her cell.
"You sure?" she asked. I nodded profusely.
"Of c-c-course!" I studdered. She was a grade-A babe! She shrugged and we went in. "Come on in. It's a bit messy," I stammered. She arched a thin brow.
"It's a stinkin' pit," she grumbled. "You just move in or something?" I blushed a bit. She was close to the mark. I wasn't the most organized guy. I hoped it wouldn't affect her performance! She didn't seem to care after the initial impression, so she clunked down a huge black briefcase, which I noticed in her hand for the first time.
"What's in the bag?" I asked.
"My equipment, whaddaya think?" She asked, as if it were nothing. I was surprised. What kind of equipment do they use in this business? Did I really want to know? I was afraid I was getting in over my head, or even worse she was going to pull a gun and rob me. Of course, she didn't do that, but what she did do nearly blew my socks off.
"Okay kiddo, let's get it on," she said seductively, slipping off her coat. My cock nearly jumped outta my pants. She was a fuckin' mega babe! Her breasts were barely contained by her tiny leather top, with her firm nipples poking out. I was wrong; she was a DD, at least! Her skirt was small and leather, with thong straps hanging on her hips. She wore dark hose with no garters and I swear I could see her muff in her thong from the bottom of her tiny skirt.
How lucky I was! My first time ever and I'm gonna get fucked by a super-mega-hot-shit-babe! It must have been god's gift to the caring compassionate guy I was!! I nearly came in my pants at the prospect! Unfortunately, my racing mind was interrupted by a kick to the head. I flew back onto the couch.
