Slut Girl 9: Sayoko Goes Shopping
After an extended absence, Slut Girl is back! This is based on the manga of the same name by Isutoshi Ihsa, with all respect towards the original.
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"Hurry up, lazy ass!" Sayoko Bizen barked back at me, glaring through her cool sunglasses as we walked down the streets of Tokyo. I huffed after her, panting and wheezing, carrying at least six bags filled to the brim with clothes, makeup, and shoes.
"Jesus, boss! Help me carry some of your stuff, then! My arms are breaking!" I cried out; it did nothing to help.
"Here I was, so nice and did all of my shopping without using ANY of your money, and THIS is how you talk to me?" She shot back at me, pulling off her glasses and puffing on her cigarette, which she always had. I grit my teeth. There was some real Sayoko thinking for you.
"Besides," she continued, reasoning with her 'flawless' logic, "look at the guys on this street staring—they're so fucking jealous!" This was very true; guys were shooting looks back at Sayoko as she passed. Why should they? She was 5'10", bleach blonde, tanned perfect skin, D cup breasts, fine ass, and the knowledge of how to fuck guys inside-out. "Those guys would KILL to be with a hot babe like me." I looked back at them.
'As if they're not staring because of how you're dressed...' I thought to myself. Sayoko was in leather boots, tight purple spandex pants that accented her firm legs and ass, a leather jacket, and a lace push-up mid-riffed top.
The name's Satoru. If you're joining my story at this point, you're better off going back to my previous encounters with the mega-hot-shit-slut-babe that is Sayoko Bizen. Needless to say, I'm totally pussy-whipped by her.
"If you're THAT damn tired, park your butt on that bench there," Sayoko pointed to a bench in the center median of the market. "I'm gonna scope out the shops next street over." I shrugged.
"Sure, knock yourself out."
"I'll be back in an hour," she looked at me, pointing, pressing my shirt. "be here!"
I sat down, releasing her stuffed baggage with a sigh and pulling a beer from one of them. My dogs were definitely barking. Sayoko was a shopping animal! We'd been walking since the morning, and it was already past noon!
As I sat, sipping my beer, I noticed some fat guy holding up a sign. I thought little of it at first, but when I got to see it, my eyes widened.
The sign had a scantily-clad blonde woman surrounded by hearts on it. Above her read '30 minutes, 50 bucks! No hidden charges! Extras available! ORGAZMO!'
What? An ad for sex? Well, why not? My cock stirred at the idea, but as soon as it had I chuckled to myself, hitting my head.
"No way! What am I thinking?" I reasoned. "I don't need to pay for sex, I've got Sayoko!" True, Sayoko may have been raping my wallet on a regular basis, eating my food, using up my water and electricity, and not to mention being a real bitch sometimes, but boy, did she give a helluva fuck! She used her pussy and mouth to pay her half of the rent.
But as I sat there, thinking about the hour I had to kill, I pulled out my wallet. Today Sayoko had spared my cash, so I had the money to blow. I figured, what the hell. It was only half an hour and I hadn't gotten any from Sayoko since the night before. I pulled up all of the bags in my arms and haggered over.
"Uh, hey...so...where is it?" I whispered. The guy just pointed to a back alley nearby.
"Down that alley, bud."
I walked down there to see Orgazmo, a 'gentlemen's club'. They were hiring, and were open. Checking the prices, it was only fifty bucks to get in. But hey, I had a wallet full of cash and my cock was stirring.
"Sayoko's the hottest babe ever—she is! But I want to know what other women are like! It's tragic I'd cheat on her, b-but...this is how men are! And am I not a man?" I asked myself, my Excuse-O-Matic running in full capacity.
I was about to head in when I saw a slender hand poke out from behind the building, a soft voice calling to me. "Psst! Over here!" I blinked and peeked over. "Psst! C'mere, kid!" The soft voice called to me again. Before I could react the hand grabbed me and yanked me in!
"Shshh, quiet!" The soft voice called to me, the hand clasping my mouth soft and smelling of sterile soap. The woman holding me was a bit taller than me, and when I got a good look, she was a strawberry blonde with thin glasses, wearing a business blouse that revealed her gorgeous cleavage, her legs creamy and like white satin. She smiled slyly at me, sitting me down in the alley, getting onto her knees in her heels.
"You weren't really going to that 'Bore-Gazmo' dump, were you? All that first fifty bucks does is get you in the door, my dear! It IS your money to throw away, but...you could stay here and play with ME instead!" she reasoned. I raised my palms.
"N-no way, lady! I don't do women I meet on the street!" I reasoned back, shaking a little. She only smirked.
"Afraid of catching something from a freelancer, hmm?" She asked slyly. "You don't have to worry about me—I'm not a regular 'working girl', it's just that I ran short on cash while I was shopping." She moved closer to me, sliding her hands around my waist and pulling me over slowly.
"I'd just maxed out my last credit card when I found a suit to DIE for! I bet it won't be there tomorrow, so I HAVE to get it today!" She explained, all the while planting butterfly kisses along my neck, cheeks, and ears. "Sooo, you help me, and I'll help you. How about it?" She nipped my ear teasingly, her hands reaching down and squeezing my ass and rubbing my cock through my jeans slowly. "Those massage parlor pooches can't hold a candle to me!" I was at her mercy!
"Just check THESE out, kiddo!" She licked her rose-colored lips as she opened her blouse, her perfectly white, creamy DD tits bouncing out, her nipples already hard. I nearly stumbled back—just looking at those tits! Ugh! It made my cock jump to full power.
She seemed to notice immediately as she reached down and started to unzip my pants. "Mmm? That feels like a big 'yes'...!" I gasped, looking around nervously.
"W-wait a sec! Here? Now?!"
"Don't worrr-ree..." she cooed as she pulled my stiff cock from my slacks and knelt down, licking my hard shaft slowly, her soft, clean hands fondling my tense balls. I groaned and leaned back; then suddenly I felt her middle finger from the hand cupping my balls running slowly along my asshole just as she started jacking my cock furiously. My face contorted as pleasure ran through waves in my body, public alley or not. She then opened my shirt, still jerking my cock, licking up my chest with a soft velvet tongue.
"Service with...a...smile!" She whispered huskily. "Pretty good, isn't it? Ready to cream in your jeans already, aren't you?" Hell yes I was!
"Hang on—don't come yet!" She cried, thrusting her bosom to my lips, her tits filling my mouth. "This is just the appetizer!" She leaned over me as she expertly worked my throbbing cock; I saw out of the corner of my eye her skirt was hiking up, and she had an ass just as perfect as her tits, which were filling my face. I instinctively reached up and squeezed her tits with one hand as I devoured the other, licking and sucking hard.
