1: Inscrutable
In Kyoto, the cherry blossom season is in the early spring. In the first half of April, Maruyama Park is the favorite spot for cherry blossom parties. The centerpiece of the park is a tall shidarezakura (weeping cherry tree) which is lighted at night. During the autumn, the park is famed for the brilliant reds, yellows, and oranges of its falling leaves.
Couples as well as families can be seen strolling through the park day and night during the height of both of the seasons. Such is the park's fame that tour groups come from all across Asia, Europe, and North America to take in its great natural beauty.
During the off-seasons of high summer and deep winter, the park is not so crowded. A pair of lovers can easily slip away to share physical intimacy under a shady bower, hidden by a rocky outcropping, or alongside a gentle spring. It is a favorite place for photographers, as one might expect. At times, the lovers and photographers intersect to produce erotic images of great beauty and intensity.
Akira Watase, 23 years old, a former fashion model, and now famous on five continents, was kneeling on a grassy patch of ground still with its spring softness. In a week or two, it would be drier and harder. But now, it was soft enough that the videographer spread the grass-colored covering down so the girl would not soil her feet or her knees. She was surrounded by a number of attendants just out of camera range. There was a make-up specialist, someone to hold the reflecting sheets, another person to tend to her costumes, someone else preparing refreshments.
The lovely young woman was performing fellatio upon a young male model. His face would not show in the video. He was there, after all, only for his erect penis. She was the star. Tall for a Japanese woman at 5' 6" and fashionably slim at 110 lbs., Akira was perhaps the most popular AV (Adult Video) idol in Japanese history. She was possessed of a beautiful smile and long lovely legs. Her skin was flawless and her pretty face breathtaking.
As she vigorously sucked the boy, bobbing her head demonstratively, making slurping noises, and licking up and down his shaft, the cameraman moved to shoot her image from all angles. Her 34-23-33 figure with her D metric cup breasts was perfect. It was not often that a woman of such extraordinary beauty performed in pornography.
The boy signaled to the director that he was about to cum. It was to be a "facial" so the cameraman got close to her face as the young man removed his cock from her mouth and masturbated all over her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Akira never lost concentration on the task to which was assigned and took the spent penis back into her mouth, sucking and licking up the semen. As the camera filmed the close-up, she took her right index finger and scooped up the cream off her chin and onto her tongue.
"Cut!" the director cried. The young male actor turned away and donned a white terry cloth robe. An attendant rushed over to Akira, as she rose to her feet, with a soft, warm, wet cloth and a mild, scented soap to clean the cum off of her face, hair, and breasts.
"Thank you," she said politely to the rather homely and chubby young woman who was gently dabbing at her face.
"That was great, Akira!" the director said. "Just great!"
The young woman wiped the moisture from her face with a clean towel as she said, "I hope so; I wanted it to look natural, as though it was something a girl would do every day."
To most porn stars in Japan, this was a job for which they were paid very well and because of which they were accorded a fleeting celebrity. This was also true for the non-pornographic audience. Unlike most cultures in the west, the Japanese considered sex natural and normal, not salacious. A star such as Akira was well respected in all circles. Her approach, though, was somewhat different from the others.
As the many male actors fucked and cummed on her, as she took their hard cocks in many positions in many locations ranging from the bucolic, as in the park, to the devastated, as in the ruins of buildings destroyed by the earthquakes that occasionally plagued Japan, Akira thought about Hiroshi and imagined him inside her.
Her first love, she had never forgotten him. She was 13 when she saw the handsome 16 year old athlete. She had fallen head over heels in love with him. Too shy and too nerdy looking at the time to be as forward as she would have needed to be in order to meet him, she adored him from afar.
As she grew into a beauty, she still felt the need to satisfy the sexual urge that he had kindled within her. With every cock she took in the mouth, the pussy, and even the asshole, she imagined his long, proud erection ravishing her.
"Are you ready, Akira?" the director asked.
"Yes, I'm ready," she answered softly with a slight bowing of the head and a slight smile. The make-up girl had finished applying the base and the blush to her cheeks and refreshed her ruby red lipstick. The hair dresser had quickly blow-dried her hair and combed it out. She was indeed ready.
She then knelt upon the grass-colored covering again as the three erect male actors approached her. She would take the thrusts of their cocks into her pussy in a variety of positions for close to an hour in order to get the 20 minutes of usable footage for the film, tentatively titled, "Little Girl Park Slut."
Her face showed how she was feeling. The director and everyone else on the set marveled at how she projected such passion, such intimate involvement throughout.
"Uhn ... uhn ... uhn ..." she grunted as the men took turns fucking her. Her performance was up to her usual standard, of course. She was, after all, one of the most reliably emotive AV idols ever. The girl had talent, they all said. A conscientious, hard worker who could really act.
'Hiroshi! Oh Hiroshi, my love! Take me! Yes, take me!' she said to herself as a gentle breeze moved the grass and shook the nearby roses.
2. Slattern
"Sexy Dee" was on her hands and knees on the bed in the motor inn. The BBW's (big beautiful woman: a euphemism for "fat girl") younger client/lover, Todd, was holding her head in his hands as he fucked her mouth. He liked to stroke her thin, jaw length, blonde hair as she sucked his cock. He would soon be shooting a big load down her throat. It usually took her two gulps to get it all down.
At the same time her older client/lover, Jeff, was fucking her pussy from behind. His cock was bigger than Todd's and she loved the feel of it striking her deep. It was one of the biggest dicks she'd ever had. He had good endurance and could go for a long time, which pleased her. He also ate her pussy better than anyone she'd ever had. (She prided herself on always being scrupulously clean everywhere.)
While preparing that morning to rendezvous with the two men she loved, Dee (her real name was Lois) thought about how she'd started as an "escort."
Her first client was a man who had worked with her in the chain restaurant she managed in Owl Creek, Alabama. She'd needed extra money and so had given in to his entreaties to fuck her for cash.
She would be meeting him that first evening in her apartment. He had told her to be naked on her hands and knees and facing away from the door. He would come in, place the money on the end table near the door, get down on his knees, and fuck her from behind. Then he would leave. There would be no conversation; just the quick fuck and he would be gone. She was not to turn and look at him. She chuckled to herself remembering how she had wondered if she could actually go through with it.
There she was, a thirty-nine year old divorced mother of two daughters, one in high school, and already a mother herself, and one in college studying to be a minister, about to turn a trick! She could scarcely believe it. She'd looked at the clock on the wall in the cramped kitchen of her one bedroom basement apartment and knew it was time for her to unlock the door and to get on all fours. He would be there soon.
She remembered the door opening and a rush of warm air until he closed it. She heard his footsteps, heard him place the envelope on the table, and heard him unzip his pants. She heard the jingling of the change in his pocket as the pants hit the floor. She heard the sound of the condom's foil packaging being ripped open and the sound of a rubber being unrolled down his erection.
