Cherry Blossoms Ch 04

Christmas in Tokyo shimmered with a unique charm - an odd blend of familiar traditions and distinctly Japanese twists. Festive lights twinkled against a backdrop of snow-dusted pagodas, and it was beautiful, but loneliness gnawed at my lions. My girlfriend Kameko, was miles away, indulging in skiing and fancy meals with her family at their luxury chalet in Nagano, while I clung to the dismal warmth of instant noodles, alone.

I thought about Dr Kahira and her unusual experiments and felt for the business card she had given me just as I was leaving her office. It was for some kind of clinic, and I wondered if I was ready for the next chapter of my adventure. In Japan, language schools were sometimes called language clinics, so perhaps the gesture was entirely innocent.

The more I thought about Dr Kahira and the experiment at the university, the more it felt like another bizarre initiation rite into the world of odd jobs in Tokyo. Apparently, my reputation as someone willing to explore unconventional work opportunities was growing. Oddly enough, part of me craved the stability of a traditional teaching position, while the other, more perverted side, couldn't shake the curiosity sparked by my recent experiences.

With a sigh, I pulled out the crisp white card. The decision hung heavy in the air, a microcosm of my current situation in Tokyo. The city was full of possibilities, both exciting and unsettling. Then I got a call which helped me make up my mind. It was Kameko. She called to tell me she had told her parents about our relationship and that they did not approve of her dating a foreigner.

She said she couldn't see me when she got back to Tokyo.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

She seemed genuinely upset, choking back tears as she delivered the devastating news, but no matter how grief-stricken she sounded on the phone, I knew that she would never go against her wealthy family. I hung up and went and lay down on the bed for several hours. I was depressed for the whole evening, but it certainly made my decision about the job at the clinic much easier.

I called them up the following morning and they said that they had received a recommendation from Dr Kahira and that I could start first thing in the new year.

The holiday season past by in a blur of solitude, one day melting into the next like thawing and refreezing snow and it was bitterly cold as I made my way to work at the clinic, wondering what to expect. The trees were still leafless and barren, but the green shoots of opportunity lifted my spirits as I marched along the streets, eager to reach my destination.

When I arrived, I was told to take a seat in the lobby and wait for an appointment with the head nurse. The head nurse arrived a short while later and welcomed me into her office where she explained that they were a sperm donor clinic and that they would pay me to donate my semen.

All things considered, it was a pretty good fit for me. I was a virile young male with a growing reputation for sex work. At least in this case, it would just be me and an empty cup.

The head nurse, an elderly lady who exhibited nothing but disinterest, asked me, robotically, if I would be willing to begin immediately. I happily agreed and was escorted to another room by a young nurse in a tight-fitting white uniform. She left me there with a stack of porno magazines and a small translucent cup. I took care of business pretty quickly, ogling over photographs of big-breasted beauties in bikinis making out with one another, and left with an envelope full of cash twenty minutes later.

I visited the clinic every day for weeks, jerking off in solitude and receiving my payment with little fuss until one day a new young nurse started working there who insisted on watching me while I masturbated. It was pretty weird, but I didn't really feel like I was in a position to argue about it.

I had been growing bored of the porn, having gone through all the pictures in the magazines several times already, so I didn't mind the stimulation. I looked at the nurse in her tight-fitting white uniform as I stroked my exposed cock, admiring her breasts and the curves of her body. Her sheer stockings left little to the imagination and her red lipstick perfectly matched the little red cross on her nurses cap.

By this stage of my Tokyo adventure, nothing surprised me anymore and the cute young nurse seemed equally unfazed about me jerking off in front of her. I came harder than ever that day and she came over to fetch my sample after watching to make sure I squeezed out every drop.

Things carried on like this for a while, with her standing there watching me as I brought myself to a climax. I would stroke my penis languidly, looking from the naked models in the magazines to my supervisor, perversely savouring the erotic weirdness of the situation.

After a few weeks, however, the nurse, who seemed to be drawing closer and closer with each routine inspection, decided that she was not satisfied with me servicing myself and offered to assist me. Apparently, I was taking too long, and my inefficiency was costing the clinic money.

No longer interested in the photographs from the racy magazines, I was beginning to crave the real thing and I had made a habit of taking my time, enjoying the busty nurse and her impatient frown. So when the nurse insisted on doing it for me I was not going to object.

The nurse claimed that they needed to ensure the samples they took from me remained pure and were not exposed to excess light, heat or temperature. Clearly, they wanted as much of my foreign seed as possible. Perhaps it fetched higher prices. Either way, I was not going to argue with a medical professional about such matters.

I removed my pants and sat down in my usual chair. The nurse put on and lubricated a pair of gloves. She then strode over to me with a serious and professional expression and took my cock in her hands. I gasped with delight at her initial touch, but her expression remained unreadable.

I must admit, it took me a while to get used the unusually pleasurable feeling and pressure she exerted while jerking me off. The nurse leaned over me the entire time she took my sample, her breasts in my face and her expression the picture of concentration as she avoided eye contact while stroking me off. The touch of another person was heavenly after weeks of self-service and it wasn't long before her medically expert strokes, striving for optimum efficiency, drained me of my baby making fluids.

When I next returned, it was much the same. My cock twitched in anticipation as the nurse leaned over me, her uniform clinging to her form a little too tightly, and the metallic tang of lust filling the air. But this time the nurse's smile took on a slightly predatory edge as she worked me, less efficiently than before, savouring the chance to handle such a big cock with the convenient excuse that she was just doing her job.

I started looking forward to going to the donor clinic, relishing every opportunity to have Nurse Yamadori stroke me to completion. Her skills were phenomenal. She had plenty of experience, which she combined with a talent and enthusiasm I had never encountered before.

She was born to stroke a penis. Her fingers were agile and dexterous, and the palms of her hands were soft. Her wrists were strong and flexible, coaxing my balls to release with her firm yet gentle strokes that stimulated every millimetre of my manhood from the base to the sensitive head she paid such careful attention to whenever she felt like making me cum.

No matter how much I tried to prolong the experience and hold back from jizzing, it became apparent to me very quickly that Nurse Yamadori was completely in control. Whenever I was about to ejaculate she would slow down or stop completely to keep me on the edge and then whenever I was foolish enough to think I wasn't at risk of ejaculating she would surprise me by toying with my cock in just the right way, stroking me at just the right tempo to make me cum.

Each time I came, the nurse diligently collected all my semen, squeezing my cock from the base of the shaft to the very tip until all the cum in my balls had been carefully extracted.

After the first week the nurse stopped wearing gloves. It was fucking amazing. I could never have imagined the bliss of naked hands could feel so pleasurable. It was like an angel was caressing me in heaven.

After two weeks, the nurse could make me cum in less than two minutes. Unbuttoning her shirt to give me a better view of her cleavage she would wait a few minutes and set to work extracting a second dose so that I could earn even more money. She said my semen would be 'fresher' this way as it wasn't sitting in my balls overnight.

Within a month, she was stripping down completely naked and sucking my cock to get three vials full of semen out of me each day and when I arrived at the clinic one morning I was not surprised to see that she had been awarded 'employee of the month'.

There was a plaque at the entrance, commemorating her achievement, a framed photograph of her pretty round face. However, the photo didn't really do her justice because it hid her insanely hot body, which I had come to admire, and it masked the slut that resided behind her attractive yet dispassionate features.

Nurse Yamadori's mouth was even more pleasurable than her hands. Even after she started blowing me, she still stroked me off with a mixture of lube and her own saliva until and even let me titty fuck her and rub myself between her ass cheeks so long as I didn't touch her pussy or rosebud. This added to my arousal as well as my frustration and my orgasms grew bigger and better with each passing day. I'd never produced so much semen in my life and thanks to Nurse Yamadori's expertise, my bank balance quickly recovered.

During the afternoons I had off, I wondered the streets of Tokyo, admiring the hidden temples and secret alleyways. I tried to find the old bar with the old man who gave me that strange warm drink that seemed to herald a turning point in my adventure but for some reason I could never find the place again no matter how hard I tried.

At first I felt lonely without Kameko, but after a while I started enjoying the solitude and by the time spring came around I felt like a new man. I no longer craved sex like I used to. Of course, having my balls drained by a professional sperm donor clinic nurse several times each morning probably helped, but it was more than that. I was truly content with who I was, and I didn't mind Kameko's rejection anymore. I had come to the realisation that it was her loss.

To my amazement, the trees began to bloom with flowers before they even produced leaves. Apparently this was a feature of the flowering cherries that populated the public parks as well as the wild Sakura that flourished on the mountains and the banks of swift flowing rivers all across the hallowed lands of Japan.

Watching young couples strolling beneath the falling petals, I thought about meeting Kameko and my month with Mrs Hashira, about Hana and Dr Kahira, and Nurse Yamadori, recalling all the amazing experiences I'd had over the past year.

Japan had surpassed all my expectations.

I noticed plenty of beautiful women walking alone. Many would flick their hair and flash a smile at me as they went past and I thought perhaps I should talk with them, just for the fun of having a conversation or perhaps something more, but it never felt right. It was time for me to go home.

As luck would have it, just as I was packing my bags and getting ready to leave for the airport, Kameko sent me a long message and asked if she could come over and see me before I left the country. I wasn't sure it was such a good idea, but she pleaded, and I relented, and she arrived as the sun was setting golden against the white flowering trees.

Kameko looked mournful and more beautiful than I remembered when she answered the door, and I immediately took her in my arms. We hugged for a long time in the doorway and then we started to kiss, and one thing led to another. Before I knew what was happening I was lying on the bed and Kameko was naked, lowering her soaking wet pussy onto my engorged cock and crying out in pleasure at having every inch of me inside her for the very last time.

She rode me for hours that day, cumming over and over again as the wind whistled outside and the cherry blossoms formed a white blanket upon the ground. I lost count of how many times I ejaculated inside her that afternoon, but I stayed hard throughout, and Kameko kept riding me through countless waves of ecstasy, until, finally exhausted, she collapsed to my chest, deeply satisfied, shaking with pleasure and the ripples of blissful never-ending orgasms.