Pt. 51 - Interesting Times in Toyo

This is part 51 of my continuing story.

Please read Pt. 50 -I'm Living the Dream, so you will know the set-up and background of this story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Enjoy!

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Thursday morning, Tokyo, in my hotel suite

Having dropped my second load of the morning into Rea's very tight, hot and wet pussy, I pulled my dick out with a "plop."

My semen overflow ran down her ass crack to the bedsheet.

"My God you come a lot!" she teased me.

"We need to get going," I told her. I slapped her bare ass and continued, "Please get a bath going for us while I call room service for some coffee and breakfast."

Rea had a shit eating grin on her face as she wobbled to her bathroom, the one with the large tub. She was a bit bow-legged, having been solidly fucked for the first time in months. Her growing belly was a turn on for me.

I noticed my semen running down her legs, and she scooped it up and licked her fingers, laughing.

"Don't order too much, you have a lunch meeting at 1pm," she called out from the bathroom.

*******

She was waiting for me in the tub.

Rea was all over me, so grateful to have been boned silly after months of sexual neglect.

Of course, she took special care to make sure my cock got cleaned. When she washed it, she made it larger, which I enjoyed, and she commented on my size.

"I have had some big ones, Rick, but none as big as yours. And those balls of yours, my God you produce a lot of cum!"

I closed my eyes as she stroked me with both hands, and I asked her to share some of her stories with her clients.

"I guess when I signed on board with the accounting firm, I was pretty naïve. I had no idea what the clients were going to ask me to do. On my first night on the road, the CEO client got me tipsy; no, drunk, and then pulled me into his hotel room and stripped me bare, then he ate me out like I'd never been eaten before. But that was just the preliminary, because he told me that I was going to take him around the world. I had no idea what he was talking about until he made me suck his hard cock, then he mounted me and fucked me without a condom and after I came, he rolled me over on my belly and fucked me in the ass. No lube. It hurt like hell."

"Did he cum?"

"Yes, he didn't last long, and he left a huge load in my ass!"

Her dirty tale brought my cock to diamond cutter status, and she noticed the growth. Laughing, she teased me, "I see you like my little story!"

Her soft two hand stroking continued, "My second client had me eating his wife's pussy, something he said he had always wanted to see happen. We went to dinner, and he got us both drunk. It didn't take much for him to take our clothes off with me quickly dining at the Y. It was the first time for me and for her."

"How was it eating a woman?"

"Let me just say I became very good at it. I used to meet alone with that client's wife for one-on-one fun time and she made sure that I kept the business even though her husband didn't like the big invoices we were charging. She knew I was worth every cent. To her if not their company."

"Did you prefer shaved or bushy?"

"It doesn't matter. I just closed my eyes and took care of business. None of the ladies ever complained."

"What about anal?"

"I never liked it, but I negotiated with all the clients I did it with that I was going to bill them for it. None of them cared because they wanted it so badly. I've always had a great ass, so they were all interested in a poke. My bosses were always impressed at the growth in billings I was able to bring in. My attitude was each time you fucked me in the ass, your invoice was going up in percent the number of inches based on the length of your cock. Seven inches, seven percent. You do it twice and you'll get a fourteen percent increase. On the total invoice. It added up in a hurry. I lead the company in year over year billing growth for years."

"Did you ever do double penetration?"

"Only once. It was weird being the meat in the sandwich."

"What about swallowing?"

"Some semen tasted okay but most of it was bitter and a challenge to get down. But I perfected a way to suck dick and swallow without tasting cum."

By now I was hard as I could be and Rea, eyes sparkling, smiled, and lowered her mouth to my cock. As her tongue teased my tip, I groaned and when her lips surrounded my cock and she moved her head south, with her tongue gently massaging, back and forth, the underside of my erection, my hands moved to her head, and I steadily pulled her down to the base of my cock. Rea's nose was soon buried in my pubic hair. Her fingers played with my tight sack, and very quickly I was on overload.

Even though I had cum twice already that morning, Rea was so gifted at cock sucking I didn't last long.

I struggled to hold off, but she knew a few tricks and I blasted my load right down her throat.

It was so exquisite, so pleasurable, my entire body stiffened then shook as I shot my wad.

We're talking toe curling, balls going up into your body, eyeballs rolling back into your head, and you can't feel anything except your seed shooting out of your balls up through your dick.

Talk about draining my boys!

It was incredible, like nothing I had ever experienced before, and you know if you've read my stories, I have had a lot of mind-blowing sexual experiences with the ladies.

I collapsed, gasping for air. Rea pulled off me and moved around by my side, folding into me to comfort me.

It took a couple of minutes, and she broke the silence by asking me, "I liked having that effect on you. Let me know when you want more of it, okay?"

I smiled and said, "That was beyond incredible."

And then, for the first time, we kissed. Like lovers.

*******

As I got dressed, we had another issue to deal with, Rea's milk filled breasts. Rea shared with me that her milk had arrived early, and unexpectedly, the sex and the hormone shots got her flowing. Leaking breasts, she told me, was quite embarrassing.

I called the concierge in the lobby and asked if she could come up. She arrived in a few minutes with a gentle knock on the door. Inviting her in and introducing herself, I asked her if she was a mother and with a smile, she said she was.

I didn't want to step on Rea's toes, but I explained the situation and asked if there was a drug store or pharmacy nearby. That we needed a breast pump, preferably an electric one.

She smiled at Rea, who was standing in a robe, and said, "Congratulations! Boy or girl?"

Rea smiled and said, "I'm having a little girl."

Then the concierge turned to me and said, "You must be the proud dad!"

Rea and I looked at each other and I responded back with a grin, "I sure am!" which was a hell of a lot easier than explaining why I was obviously sleeping with and fucking a woman I had met for the first time just over twelve hours ago.

Not knowing how much this breast pump would cost, I started to hand over $200, but the nice lady assured me that she could pick up what Rea needed and that she would charge it to the suite.

"What about a gratuity for you," I asked.

"It is not necessary, sir," She replied and off she went, smiling.

*******

Rea got dressed, stuffing her bra with tissues just in case. We headed downstairs and spent time reviewing the data she had gathered while visiting the manufacturing company. It was barely profitable, the reason being that the company was overstaffed and had raw material inventories that were way above than was needed.

I suspected that whoever did the purchasing function was getting a rebate, probably under the table. I also thought that there might be something strange going on with the hiring and that there could be phantom employees getting paychecks.

The factory ran three shifts, and each shift was underperforming in terms of production, a lot of unused capacity. There was also an abundance of quality production rejects. The place ran on long-term agreements with larger aerospace customers, but Rea had uncovered letters stating that quality was becoming an issue and unless corrected, contracts would be cancelled.

"The reason the owner couldn't meet with anyone or go to Dallas was because he was in the hospital, dying. The next in line was his granddaughter, and she was busy handling his medical issues. The man died right before the Dallas event. She is still in mourning, and she reached out to you to come here. And she sent the money, the million dollars."

"So, you met her?"

"Only via email. She arranged for everything to be made available to me."

"Who did you deal with at the company?"

"The director of finance had all the data I needed."

"Is she competent?"

"Yes, she seems to know what is going on but remember, this company has mostly men working in it. There are just a handful of women employees, and I picked up the vibe that it is a sexist work environment."

I took that in and then asked Rea, "So, what do you recommend? Is this business worth buying? And if I buy it, how do I manage it from California, or should I close it down and ship everything to Tulsa, or Wichita?"

Rea looked at me and said, "You can buy the company, then spin it. The gentlemen that we're meeting for lunch want to buy it and run it. They have moved to the US, but they still have family here, so what they will do is rotate onsite management every thirty days."

"What does the granddaughter want?"

"I don't know, I do know that she wants to meet you."

*******

Lunch had been arranged by Debra; my co-owner of the event planning business based in Dallas. The three Japanese gentlemen that wanted to meet me in Tokyo had attended the Aerospace Opportunity Conference, but I had spent very little time with them. Not because I didn't want to, but because everyone that was there wanted a piece of me.

They were very nice, very friendly. They each asked me how long I was planning to stay in Japan, and knowing the negotiating ploy, I smiled and said, "I may never leave. It is such a lovely place."

Rea sensed that these guys wanted it to be an all-male conversation, so when the concierge visited our table to say that Rea had a box delivered, she excused herself, leaving us alone to talk business.

(Rea texted me and let me know that she was almost ready to start pumping and did I want to see a video. I responded with "Hell yes!" She filmed and to my surprise and delight, the concierge sucked on Rea's nipples, causing Rea to groan in pleasure, getting her long pink peaks hard and wet before attaching the flanges to her sizeable breasts. I got a second video from Rea with the pumps going as she masturbated her steaming pussy. The caption was, "Hurry up and get up here and do me with that big cock of yours!").

Over lunch, the three gentlemen made me an offer, contingent on me buying the business from the granddaughter. Their pitch was the factory could continue to produce and keep inventories high while the other factories were leaving Japan and being set up in the states. This was something I had not given too much thought to, but I was glad they came to me with a solution because it would have been embarrassing if it had not been addressed.

We parted on good terms, and I confirmed our dinner that evening. The three were bringing their wives and I was bringing Rea. The main topic at the table was going to be their upcoming visit to Washington D.C and could I get them into the White House. At to enjoy the Navy Bean Soup in the Capitol.

*******

As soon as they left, and before heading back upstairs, I emailed Dalia in Reno and asked her if she was available to talk on Zoom. I met Dalia in Reno and bought all her hats the day after Thanksgiving.

I first met Dailia in the story

Pt. 50 - I'm Living The Dream!

My plan was to get her to Las Vegas right after Thanksgiving but I ended up in Tokyo instead.

Fortunately, she had not gone to bed yet, so we connected, and I apologized for having to cancel our Tuesday meeting in Truckee. Even though she was headed to bed, she looked gorgeous on the screen.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"Tokyo."

"What are you doing there?"

"Buying a factory that I will eventually move to somewhere in the flyover states."

"Have you done any sightseeing?"

"No, I got in last night and have had business meetings all day." No need to mention fucking Rea.

"So, when do you think you'll be back?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I think I'll be back next week, looks like Tuesday or Wednesday. What I want to do, and I want you to please check your schedule and let me know, is I want us to fly from Reno to Las Vegas so I can show you the bathing suit factory where the hats will be made. Assuming we can work out a financial and patent arrangement that will work for both of us. Then, after a day, maybe two, I want us to fly to Flagstaff so we can take some photos at the Grand Canyon and Sedona. How does that sound so far?"

"Sounds great, I've been to Vegas to see some shows, but I haven't been to Arizona."

"We might be able to get in a show in Las Vegas, I'll put that on the list. After we finish in Flagstaff, we'll fly down to Scottsdale and then over to Maui for two days, for more photos. On the beach."

"Rick, when did you have time to figure this out, we only met last Friday."

"My boss, the CEO of The Corporation, has put me in charge of improving sales in the bathing suit company. I spent the flight to Japan thinking about how to make this leap. The first thing I am doing is expanding the demographic of the target market. That's where you come in, you would make a great model. If you are interested, we could even design a suit with your name on it and you would earn royalties on each sale."

Dalia laughed, "I looked at the website, those suits are pretty revealing. I used to model in Egypt until I was about twenty-five. But those suits were conservative."

"Trust me, you'd look great in our suits. Given your hair color and your skin tone, I think starker colors would be best. Dark blue, black, shiny white. The pastel colors wouldn't work as well. But we should also consider some of the patterned suits too."

"Let me think about it, okay?"

"Sure, think about it. But while you are doing that, I want you to please go to the website, find some suits you like, and order them. You'll need to share your measurements, use the online tool they have, the one where you take pictures of yourself, and they will make them custom for you. Use the promo code "rick" (I spelled it out) and they'll have them to you the next day, shipping is included."

"That's very generous of you."

"My pleasure. Now when you get them, try them on and send me some shots, okay?"

"Is anyone else going to see the photos I take?"

"Just me, Dalia. Just me. Now, when we get to Vegas, we'll have you work on the hat manufacturing and, I want to develop a few more accessories for the pool and beach, like a ladies beach wrap, different size beach towels, and I am working on a lightweight portable beach umbrella in different sizes."

"Wow, that's a lot of stuff."

"Yes, it is, and I am going to be counting on you to help me get this stuff designed and on the website. Part of my plan is to get some of these items into the gift shops of our hotels. Of course, you will be compensated for your time. Once we get to the factory, we will get you on the payroll as a designer and hopefully, a model."

"Rick, where are we staying? We're going to have separate rooms, aren't we?"

"Absolutely. Separate rooms. We'll both be in suites. I'll get the entire itinerary to you, so you'll have it in the morning. Your time. Oh, you don't mind flying on a private jet, do you? We'll be on the company jet from Reno to Las Vegas to Flagstaff to Scottsdale, fly first class commercial to Maui and back, and then from Scottsdale to Reno on our jet."

The private jet would reel her in. No one can resist flying in that kind of luxury. And, I didn't say that while we would be in separate suites, they would be right next door to one another. She wouldn't mind that. Until she was ready to start sleeping with me. My estimate was that it might happen as soon as the first night in Las Vegas.

She had no idea just how naked she was going to be that first day. My plan was to get her out of her clothes within a few minutes after we got to the factory and keep her nude.

Being in a state of undress and ending up naked and the center of attention around other people who admire your body tends to make a lady hot and horny.

Dalia would not be an exception to this.

I could almost hear her thinking about all this. Her brain was working through all that I had shared with her.

"I'm looking at the website now. I see some suits I might want to try. Not to get too personal, but all these ladies look like they are bare, you know, no hair down below."

"Glad you mentioned that. Not to be blunt, but are you natural, trimmed or bare?"

"I'm natural. But I could trim myself if that would help."

"I want you to stay just as you are. As the shoots progress, we might have to trim or shave or have you waxed. Or I can photoshop. But let's play that by ear, okay?"

I just knew that her hats would fly out of the shipping dock once we had her nude at the pool in Las Vegas, on the golf course in Scottsdale and on the beach in Maui, all natural, bushy pussy, wearing only her hats and tan lines.

And maybe a gold belly chain. Or a long necklace. I got chubby just thinking about it.

*******

With Dalia taken care of, I headed upstairs for a quick visit with Rea. The breast pumping had her pussy soaked, so I quickly stripped down and took care of business, placing another load deep inside of her as we came together. Was Rea ever grateful!

Our next stop was the factory, where we were met by the director of finance. Her name was Yurika Kubo. This was the lady that Rea had received all the data from. She stood 5'8" tall, lithe or perhaps slender is a better word, shoulder length black hair, a sizable bust that she tried to hide, unsuccessfully, and a thin ass, slanted dark eyes and a very nice smile. She was genuinely pleased to meet me and greeted me with a firm handshake.

I surmised that Yurika was right around forty. She was pretty, and well dressed, conservatively, but I could see that there was some tension in her face too.

Maybe it was meeting me, the potential buyer. Maybe it was the recent passing of the founder. It could be the stress of the granddaughter not being present in the business, or not being here today. It could be the issue of quality and the threatening by customers to leave that Rea had identified.

I did my best to be friendly and smile, and my approach helped. I suppose I was beyond just kicking the tires to buy the place. The granddaughter wanted a bid from me.

Over the next few hours, we took a tour of the factory, reviewed the numbers and the potential problem areas that Rea had observed and noted, and we went through the list of employees, in all seventy-five of them.

Given the quality and productivity issues, I focused on the oldest employees and the youngest. Not being familiar with Japanese labor law, I was trying to determine if we needed to reduce headcount, and if so, what would be the best way.

I know I sounded like the head of a private equity firm trying to reduce costs. I didn't have an issue keeping, firing or hiring people if that would help the firm become better. But I was also never a fan of dead wood, of having non contributors on the payroll.