Filmmaker 3 Of 3

Chapter 24. Why Art Thou Yet So Fair?

Fortunately, my return flight to Tokyo was not early so I tried to sleep in. I'm a morning person and it's difficult, nigh impossible, for me to change my internal clock. I did sleep for a few hours, but when I finally opened my eyes the clock on the night table showed that I'd only slept for a far less time than I'd hoped.

Next to the clock-radio, resting on a paper napkin was the little chocolate biscuit designed (according to its manufacturer) to be enjoyed with a topping of semen. I wasn't hungry, but the idea of a load of cum covering the sweet goodie gave me a little shiver.

You may be wondering about the quote from the Bard. Hmm. It popped into my head after looking at the chocolate biscuit.

Why? It was a series of nodes that bounced around in my brain in those few moments. I won't go into Act V of

Romeo and Juliet

, but you may recall that it's when Romeo expects to see his love, his new bride, in the tomb. But their blissful future is not to be. In his shock and utter horror, Juliet's body is lying there. (If only he hadn't been the rash teenager he was and waited a bit to drink the poison, the two might have lived happily ever after. Their timing sucked. But I digress.)

So after all of those brain nodes fired off I realized that I had been living my life on one path (like Romeo's expectations for his and her happy future) and it might not have been my best choice (Was I drinking the poison and didn't know it?)

Understand? Probably not. Apologies. I hope to shed some light on things as I continue this tale.

My still-abed rumination on these thoughts was interrupted by the phone.

"Sakura, sorry if I woke you, but we're heading to a meeting and then to the airport," Bobbi J said. "I wanted to tell you what a nice surprise it was meeting and chatting with you last night. Mack still can't get over your seemingly bottomless throat."

"I had a great time getting to know you also," I said. "I will definitely stay in touch."

I could hear her cover the phone mouthpiece. After she apparently had a few words with Mack, she spoke to me.

"Mack would love another deep throat blowjob, but we don't have the time. And this doesn't at all take into account whether you feel like having his hard-on exploring your throat first thing in the morning," she chuckled. "So, take care of yourself. We'll talk soon."

As I was speaking with her, I had been staring at the biscuit. I realized that I'd been subconsciously licking my lips.

"Since I am barely in the subset of people who are awake, opening my jaws wide enough to shove that cock down my throat sounds like too much work right now," I said. "But, hey, you know what I'd like? I was wondering if Mack would do me the honor of jerking off on this stupid made-for-semen biscuit I was given last evening."

She said that they needed to leave, but Mack could always make time to provide cum for any woman who asks.

Five or six minutes later, their bags were sitting inside my door. I was holding the biscuit in my open palm and Mack was masturbating, aiming his rod at it. Bobbi J was kissing his neck and fondling his balls.

Then out of the blue Bobbi J asked me a question.

"Did you ever think about maybe changing your diet?"

I thought she was kidding, maybe talking about all the semen I'd been drinking.

"Yeah, right," I said. "Bobbi, I don't think there's that much in the way of calories in cum."

"No, sweetie, I mean in terms of your boobs."

I looked down and realized that I was only wearing a bra and panties. Given the generous amount of material in my bra cups even I was sometimes surprised when I mentally compared my bras to those of the Japanese women in videos.

"Oh, you mean my boobs?"

"Uh-huh. You're so slim and narrow in your hips that your breasts seem even more outsized than if you had, well, a bigger or wider butt."

"Interesting that you say that," I told her. Meanwhile, I could feel Mack getting closer to showering the biscuit and my whole hand probably with semen. "Last year someone suggested that I try to put on some pounds on my butt, thighs, and hips -- for exactly that effect."

"It doesn't seem to have worked," Bobbi said.

"Worse. The opposite happened. It seemed that any extra calories decided to go to my breasts and there was no change anywhere below my chest. In fact, I had to go up a cup size!"

"No kidding?" she said, nodding.

"I think I should get back to Mack before he makes a mess all over the place."

I was still shocked at how big his cock was. Did I really have that whole thing in my throat? How was that possible?

A moment or two later he was on the verge of his climax. It did not disappoint. First, a couple of small globs of cum or pre-cum flew off in different directions and then the real salvos began. I counted seven large shots of semen, each providing me with little sexual tremors. His shots were relatively close together in terms of both time and landing zone.

He completely covered the top of the biscuit with thick whitish semen. In fact, more than a little even flowed off onto my palm. It was one of the prettiest and sexiest things I'd seen. (And I must give him credit for his commendable aim; I'd say that at least 95% of his cum landed on target!)

Even though I had initially had no intention of sucking his cock (If you're going to suck the largest cock you've ever seen, you owe it to yourself to be more awake than I was at the time.), when he was nearly done there were strings of cum hanging off his cock head. I couldn't help myself. I reached over, shoved his hand off of his still hard cock and sucked on the head to get anything left in the pipeline.

I looked up at the two of them and then shoved the entire thing deep into my mouth and throat. It started a nice small but crescendo-ing and relatively long-lasting orgasm of my own. When I pulled him out, I thanked him.

Then, with no fanfare at all, I took the entire cum covered biscuit and plopped it into my mouth. Followed immediately by licking any errant cum on my hand and fingers.

At first I just tasted semen, then I began to chew a little and tasted the chocolate too. The combination was odd, but definitely tasty. I chewed a bit more and then swallowed the whole thing.

"Well?" Bobbi J asked.

"What can I say? Hmm. I must admit that I did enjoy the taste of the chocolate mixed with cum. Odd, though. Definitely food for thought!"

Mack gave me a quick kiss on the cheek along with a thank you. I thanked him back. Bobbi J and I hugged for a bit and then they were off.

I was sorry to see them go, but glad to have added them to my list of friends.

# # #

On the flight back, I was luckily seated in an exit row so my longer than average frame had a bit of room to stretch out. Within minutes of take-off I fell asleep. I had one of those edge-of-consciousness dreams that I only partly remembered. It involved an empty dark-wood dining table loaded with small areas of semen and me crawling around the table noisily licking and slurping them up. I had a smile on my face as my body enjoyed the experience.

There was one other part I remembered. I was talking with Bobbi J about giving blowjobs and she told me that she always started with the head of the cock. I was trying to convince her how much more fun it was to vary the initial point of contact when sucking a guy. We were in a classroom and I had actual charts (physical ones on easels, not PowerPoint) showing the advantages of different starting points: One ball, ball sac in general, below the balls, root, under the head, etc. We got into a heated argument about which was best and eventually had to bring in dozens of guys to get a consensus. After we'd both gotten down on our knees and were manipulating many cocks with our hands, I woke up.

I felt a little disappointed that the dream ended there. Oh well. Maybe Bobbi J and I would have a chance to continue that argument one day...

When I finally was fully awake I thought again about Romeo expecting to have and excited about his life going in one direction and discovering that avenue was permanently closed.

What about me? I thought. Was my life going in a direction that I wanted?

I'd come to Japan because I'd lucked into an opportunity to learn more about making movies. Was I doing that?

What was I doing? Or, just as importantly: What had I been doing?

I'd learned a bit more about filmmaking, but the experience I'd been getting was mostly shooting and editing porn. Those were one- or two-day shoots and there was a minimal amount of directing. Mostly it was about putting together a bunch of scenes that would make male viewers happily masturbate.

One positive thing, I supposed, had been learning how much I enjoyed cum. How it excited me and how good I'd become at making guys climax.

Yes. Well. Not exactly something to put at the top of one's CV.

I'd been in Japan for months and I hadn't written anything. Well, I hadn't written anything that I'd consider legitimate. I had written most of a porn script featuring a concept relatively infrequent at the time and still an unsubstantial portion of the market: Women enjoying and actually looking for opportunities to give blowjobs and swallow semen. But that didn't exactly move me ahead in a career of making movies that had a non-porn audience.

For myself, I realized that there would always be cocks available to suck, glad to provide me with cum. It was time to focus less on my own selfish sexual pleasure. As we were beginning our descent into Tokyo I decided that it was time to get serious about my career.

Tempus fugit.

And it waits for no woman!

Chapter 25. A Different Me

My extraordinarily invigorating Hokkaido hijinks now in the rear view mirror, on the trip home to Tokyo I felt eager to get back to my routine. Of course, I was somewhat sleepy and struggled a little to stay awake. After landing and the stress of the ensuing baggage retrieval two-step, the smooth ride on the Tokyo subway system was relaxing and provided some intermittent shut-eye.

It had been a late night and an early morning. In between brief moments of nodding off, I remembered my nap dream snippets and smiled to myself. I looked around the subway car. My mind lost focus for a bit and I thought about where I was one year ago: still living at home in Washington DC with my parents. I had just been accepted to college. I was looking forward to my high school graduation in a month or two. I had just gone on a few dates with the guy who'd become my boyfriend.

And most surprisingly at that time to many people if they'd known, I was still a virgin. Ever since my figure became noticeable, people began treating me differently in a variety of ways. But one of the most surprising for me was their assumption that because I had prominent breasts (Some might use a more sensational adjective to describe them.), I must be sleeping around.

In reality, I think I'd twice touched the crotch of one guy in high school. I'd never even actually touched or seen (in person) a cock. And, if I was honest with myself, although it was weird that this guy had this organ that could change from feeling like a limp cannoli to a roll or two of quarters in almost no time, just feeling that thing that was inside his pants was exciting, very exciting.

Now, months later I was thousands of miles away from my high school, my parents, my old boyfriend, and my relatively sheltered life. I was living in Tokyo, working in the porn industry, and cocks seemed to be everywhere.

Wow! Dramatic changes.

I'd just spent a couple of days with others who made their livings in the adult entertainment industry in Japan. I'd drunk more cum in mere seconds than most women probably do in a lifetime (or several), including women who worked in porn in front of the camera! I'd learned that I'm one of those people who has the ability to deep throat a cock and I'd put on a show of deep throating one of the largest cocks in the US porn industry. And I'd had such pleasure doing all of that and more.

Now however, a voice in my head was telling me that I needed to refocus. It was time for what was next. (And it made me a little sad that the old me might have been thinking, "

Who

was next?" But, as I said: time to refocus!)

# # #

Alas, what was next could be summed up in one word:

Sturm und Drang

. OK, three words, but most people think of it as a "thing".

Or, in English: turmoil.

And that's putting it mildly!

It wasn't immediate, but it didn't give me much time to lay out my master plan for "my future". (The quotes? Mostly just for emphasis, you know, like a stentorian basso voice. Think "Luke, I am your father.")

But, more correctly, I should have said that it didn't give me much time

to attempt

to lay out said master plan.

Studio Kamanai (by whom I was employed) was for all intents and purposes no different than before the Expo on Hokkaido. Hence that first week back there was rather calm. I mostly edited porn videos as I'd been doing for months. I had no outside work shooting videos at all. Juro didn't get back until two days after I did and he was extremely busy. If I saw him at all it was just in passing.

He did make time to schedule a dinner with me for some time late the following week. He told me to bring copies of everything I'd been working on as well as any new ideas so we could discuss them. I felt glad that he initiated setting up the dinner meeting and I was eagerly anticipating discussing my scripts, especially the one I was closest to finishing, as well as my experience at the Expo.

My friends the soup boys invited me to come down for dinner on Saturday night. I was looking forward to seeing them and telling them about the Expo. And I was still carrying around quite a bit of edacious Expo horniness so I was hoping they didn't have any jobs coming up where it was important to ejaculate substantial quantities, hence requiring them to keep their balls full.

Aside:

In some industries your job may require a variety of stipulations. Keep your hair trimmed. Wear business attire. Don't wear too much or any perfume. Wear comfortable shoes... Strange thing for guys in the adult entertainment industry: Always ejaculate a good quantity of semen. Thus, don't have an orgasm for a few days before a gig. I certainly wouldn't like my employer to tell me how much sex I could enjoy on my own time! Ah,

vive la différence

.

Without any such concerns, I knew my boys could set aside a little bit of time for me to suck them all.

To tell the truth, however, since my (still mostly) mental transition from fancy apartment building cum slut to focused filmmaker student had not yet been completed, I was quite keenly interested in their semen. In fact, you'd have heard no argument from me if they'd simply said "We'd all love to jerk off for you" or even if they'd offered me a glass of their cum upon my arrival.

To my dismay Itachi called me late on Friday.

"Hi, Sakura, change in plans," he said. "How would you like to go with us to visit Minato in Nagasaki for a long weekend?"

He told me that Minato's parents will be away and that their house had at one time been a sort of Japanese B&B so it had many bedrooms. It sounded like fun and I had had a nice time with Minato both in and out of bed when he was still in Tokyo.

Yes, it sounded like it'd be fun, but then I thought about the details.

"OK," I said, "what's the plan? How are we getting there? It's about 12 or 13 hundred kilometers (round figure, say 800 miles), right? I visited there once when I was a kid with my parents."

"Well, Sakura, that's the thing."

I didn't like the sound in his voice.

"What's the thing?"

"We're driving overnight," he told me. "Hiroaki has a friend willing to loan us a minivan for the weekend. So there'll be six of us."

Talk about internal conflict...

On one hand I hadn't seen the guys for a couple of weeks and for people who saw each other almost every day, it was a long time. I wanted to see them. I also wanted to see Minato. And doing some sightseeing in Nagasaki would be fun too.

On the other hand, the idea of driving for 13 or 14 hours with these guys -- even in a minivan -- felt like it might be a bit too much. It would mean only having two days there before we'd need to drive the same number of hours, or more, back.

Of course, giving all of them blowjobs in the van -- including Hiroaki's friend for a total of six cocks and twelve balls producing my favorite male white body fluid -- would be fun. And new for me. (Not the sucking of course, but doing it at 110+ kph would.) It momentarily brought me back to high school trips where I knew some of the girls were doing things with their boyfriends in the back of the bus. Still a virgin at the time, the idea had always been exciting.

But...

"When are you leaving?"

"As soon as we get it together, maybe around six."

I considered the proposed weekend trip for just a few moments more and decided against the idea. My libido would just have to sit on its hands, as it were, for another few days. My hope was that without the distraction of a cadre of comers just downstairs maybe I could get serious about my writing and have something awesome to show Juro the following week.

Having made the decision to sit out this little trip, I went home and after dinner, worked late into Friday night, got up early Saturday morning and after a good early hour or so at the downstairs gym, worked all day. I got a lot accomplished. I finished the script I was eager to discuss with Juro, the one I'd been working on for quite some time. In addition, I sketched out two more scripts, hoping that Sunday would give me another full day to finish at least one of them.

My horniness began to abate and soon disappeared as I focused on my writing. By Saturday afternoon having completed a lot of writing and re-writing, I was proud of it all. I took a quick nap, then a shower, then I looked to see what I could throw together for dinner.

I was interrupted by a call from Juro. It was good to hear his voice, but he told me that we needed to talk. He said it'd be better than waiting until our dinner planned for the following week.

When someone says "We need to talk," well, it's not usually a good thing. It always feels like the ensuing discussion will include the lines, "It's not you. It's me." Followed by the demise of some kind of relationship.

But with Juro it wasn't like that at all. He invited me to a nice place for dinner that night. I put on some sort-of-casual yet dressy clothes and met him at a nice, (relatively) upscale place.

The restaurant was one I'd never heard of in a part of Tokyo with an interesting mix of businesses, technology, adult entertainment, and assorted watering holes and karaoke bars.

For a Saturday night it was surprisingly uncrowded, although that could have been chalked up to it still being early evening. We sat in a round booth that could probably have accommodated a half-dozen diners.

After some pleasantries and just a bit of small talk, Juro got down to business.

In a surprising and uncommonly dramatic manner he said, "There are storm clouds coming our way. Very soon."

As far as I knew, he'd never kept too many secrets from me and he had shared the fact that his older brother Giichi wanted to make changes to the Studio Kamanai as well as several of the other businesses the family owned. Being the oldest male child in a family carries a lot of weight and Juro was always in the position of "Number 2." Hence, he wasn't too far above being a worker and probably was at the lowest rung an executive could have in the organization.