Late May
I suggest you please read and hopefully enjoy my story "I Rub an Asian MILF the Right Way" as a prelude to this story.
That is the story of how I met and bedded Akiko, a Japanese MILF who owned and operated a dry cleaners near my house.
Several weeks after Akiko got her first massage from me and we spent our first night together I took her to Las Vegas for a long weekend.
I had other women in my life and I will share their stories later but Akiko became my utility player, so to speak. When I had a gap in my schedule, I'd text her and ask her if she was available for dinner or if she wanted a massage. Akiko closed her store at 7pm weeknights and she could be at one of the hotels or at my house in less than half an hour. Ten minutes after that we'd be in the bathtub, the hot tub or I would have her nude on my massage table.
As for Lisa (see my story on becoming a Massage Instructor), I had calendared all of our weekends and Tuesday nights, so they were sacrosanct.
Monica, my Maid (read those stories too) had my mornings covered starting with her welcoming blow job and swallow and more sex during the day if I worked from home.
So, here it is late May and I was getting a lot of tight, wet and oh so willing pussy, plus blowjobs and anal sex too.
I ate a lot of pussy too, and was it ever appreciated by the ladies.
I would start with a nice massage and then on the flip, eat dessert and they loved it.
Taking those massage classes was the best thing I ever did.
As for Akiko, she never said no to anything I proposed or did sexually.
Each time we were together I took her in all of her holes.
Akiko understood my desires and fulfilled them, lovingly.
But it wasn't all her give and me take.
I sat down with her on several occasions and reviewed the financials books of her business and discussed marketing and profit strategies with her.
Like most retailers, she did not have an outreach strategy; she had a "if you open the doors, they will come" mindset.
It was sort of the Field of Dreams thing. Well, I've been to Dyersville, Iowa and not that many people show up, especially for the six months of the year the diamond is covered with snow.
From a business perspective, I knew that Akiko could survive, possibly, on that strategy, but she would never thrive with it.
I questioned her being open for so many hours and had her start tracking the revenue per hour to see if it made sense to open later or close earlier.
I asked, "Why open up at 7am if your first customer doesn't show up for two more hours?"
When she pushed back saying "I have a few customers that drop off stuff early on their way to work," I said "We can do a drop box just like the library does. You can text them pictures of their clothes showing them you received them."
I suggested that she consider leasing a clean, used van, slap a logo on it and do local pickup and delivery for corporate offices, reaching out to busy professionals and helping them by providing increased convenience.
She could also pick up and deliver to her customers, at a higher price.
I also suggested just doing the actual dry cleaning four days a week and not five, reducing utility and payroll costs.
Even though it would cost her a couple of points, I also convinced her to go to all credit card/debit card payments to avoid cash theft and to improve accounting efficiency.
We started scouting for a second location.
We also did a quick survey of prices and I recommended she raise prices.
The financial impact of these changes was huge.
What happened is her volume increased and so did her revenue and profits.
So much so that Akiko was able to hire a manager to work in and close the store on most Saturdays and Mondays.
This allowed Akiko to take some weekend trips with me, something she was never able to do before.
She'd been chained to the store for years, no wonder she never said no to any of my requests to meet up with her. I was a bright light for her.
We flew to Las Vegas one Friday night in May and stayed at a brand new hotel.
I picked it because it had an adult, European pool and I wanted to show Akiko off.
I know, shame on me for expanding her boundaries, geographical and sexual.
We were consulting adults and she had the power to say no or stop at anytime.
She never did, I think she enjoyed knowing that I would never hurt her or make her feel embarrassed or frightened.
Now, even though she used the word Master when she addressed me, she only did that when we were alone.
Other times she would call me Jack, or use a term of endearment like lover, sweetheart, sugar or honey.
When we had business discussions, she was the owner and I was her advisor; she often told me my ideas were full of shit (her exact language) or fucking stupid (also her exact language).
I never feared pushing her because I knew she could push back with the best of them.
So, what I would do is break the tension and we would make small bets on the outcome of my business ideas versus her status quo thinking.
This made it a game and we both loved to play it. I won a majority of our small bets.
Before we left for the airport to fly to Las Vegas I told Akiko "You will be nude or close to it the entire weekend. I won't let you get sunburned."
I did not provide details because she trusted me.
She kissed me and said, "If that will please you Master, I am happy to do it."
I told her "You have a great body and I want to show you off."
Akiko beamed at the compliment and kissed me again, deeply.
I was working to build her self confidence, as a business owner and as a woman.
While we were flying, Akiko turned to me and said, "Master, you seem more tired these days. Perhaps you should consider hiring a driver, a town car or a limo to take you to your client locations. That way you will not be so tired from driving and you will be able to use the car pool lane."
And, she whispered into my ear, "That means you will have more time and energy for me."
I thought what a great idea and told her so.
She smiled and said to me, "I care deeply for you and only want the very best for my Master."
We checked in to the hotel and got to our suite at 8pm and I ordered room service for the two of us.
She undressed herself and then undressed me, French kissing my soft cock before we climbed into the bathtub. We were still there when room service arrived.
I sent Akiko to the door nude except for earrings. She had pulled her hair up displaying her tender neck. She looked gorgeous.
The server did a great job setting the table and Akiko gave her a nice tip for her excellent service.
Before leaving the server popped the cork of a nice bottle of champagne.
A second bottle was chilling. Akiko ordered a third.
Akiko had always looked good but she had lost some weight around her middle likely because of the reduced stress of having better business results and having sex regularly. Her breasts had stayed the same size, large and inviting to the eye. And wonderful to touch, kiss, lick and suck.
She pretty much had an all over tan but I had encouraged her to cover her nipples and breasts with the white zinc cream lifeguards use while visiting my pool in order to create the illusion of faint tan lines which would draw more attention to her.
Her butt was still in the great ass category as far as I was concerned and I complimented her every time I saw it. I liked rubbing it and once in a while I spanked it, in fun of course.
Women strive for a great ass and when you see one, say something. Don't let the moment pass.
We ate lightly and quickly because I had several folks lined up to visit us that evening.
The first person to knock on the door was Susan, who had brought sample extreme bathing suits to show us. (Please read my story Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities for the background).
I had Susan in a room down the hall from us, on our floor. She was on a monthly retainer and was heading up the swimsuit project.
I wasn't too concerned about the bikini tops, because Akiko was going to be topless out by the pool, but I paid very close attention to the thongs.
We'd be there for two full days so I selected six of the tiniest ones, making sure they were comfortable on Akiko.
My plan was that Akiko would change thongs every two or three hours on Saturday and Sunday.
Akiko tried on the ones I selected and they all fit her well.
Susan, eager to get her hands on yet another of my ladies, worked to get the tiny suits on and off of Akiko between showings in the second bedroom of the suite.
There was champagne flowing and lots of laughter in the back bedroom, along with giggles.
Even though Susan had vowed to keep her champagne consumption to two flutes, I knew she drank more than that. Her commute home was about 25 steps, so I cut her some slack. It was good to see her having fun.
I asked Susan to "Please join us tomorrow morning at 8am for breakfast, and are you interested in spending the day with us by the pool? It's a top optional pool."
I also asked, "Do you have any additional suits for Akiko to try on?"
Susan was no stranger to nudity and jumped at the chance to be part of the weekend fun.
I was looking forward to seeing Susan topless. I'd seen the two pictures she sent to me teasing me but not the real thing.
I was hoping she could be with us on Sunday afternoon when the pool went nude. Susan had strawberry red hair and I couldn't wait to see what her bush looked like. That is, if she had one.
She was one fine looking lady. A swimsuit model. Gorgeous. I would fuck her in a heartbeat but I believed that she liked the ladies, if you know what I mean.
Right after Susan left, I asked Akiko, "What do you think of Susan?" They had not met previously.
