I had mixed feelings -- part of me wanted to avoid K; Reiko had been proven correct with Shiguro and if K were truly a hustler, it was best for me to avoid him. But another part of me yearned for freedom. I was no longer a timid girl, I was a woman who had skills and confidence. I reasoned that even if K were a hustler, if he could provide me my freedom, I was probably just as well off taking a chance with him.
The next few days went by without any sign of K. Meanwhile, my reputation continued to grow within the house -- I was now the most highly sought after woman in the house and Miss Akemi was taking advantage of my reputation. No sooner did I satisfy one man than another took his place. "I know the pace tonight is grueling," Miss Akemi acknowledged to me, "but do your best to satisfy the men quickly. I think Reiko has told you, with each man you please, you are paying off your debt."
"Exactly how much is my debt?" I asked Miss Akemi.
"We'll talk about that another time," she told me and then she hurried away.
That night I satisfied over thirty men. My techniques had become so effective that few men could last more than six or seven minutes with me. I had also become very effective in getting the men to climax in the way that I wanted them to. Most of the men could be brought to orgasm simply by milking their penis with my large breasts. The semen would then rest upon my neck and breasts and could be quickly cleaned. Others could be brought to orgasm with my mouth and I could then discretely spit out their semen into a cup by my bed, unobserved. I prided myself on having to use my vagina with only a small percentage of men, and even those did not last very long.
As the last man arrived in my room, I thought to myself, the next time I see K, I will ask him if he can help me go away. The man was a Westerner and he smelled like musty newspapers. "Hi!" he greeted me, and I found his awkward greeting to be kind of cute.
"Hello," I responded, opening up my robe and showing him my large breasts.
"It's true what they said," he told me. He knelt before me and placed his face between my breasts and then pressed my breasts into his head. I heard him sigh audibly. "Unbelievable," he told me. He then stood up and hugged me and kissed me, which surprised me. He stood still before me and I removed his jacket. I knew some men liked to be undressed -- perhaps it made them feel cared for. I folded his jacket carefully and continued to remove his clothing, handling each garment with respect. Finally, I knelt before him and removed his underwear, his plump penis bouncing out as I pulled down his boxers.
Grasping his buttocks, I pulled him to me and took his limp penis in my mouth. I rolled it about my tongue and could feel him becoming hard. I took his hands, which were at his sides, and placed them on top of my head. Gradually, I increased the motion of my head, my lips and tongue gliding up and down his penis. After several minutes of this, I withdrew my mouth and clasped my breasts around his penis and began to milk his cock. "A few more minutes of this and I'll be done for the night," I thought to myself. The man placed his hands gently on my shoulders and allowed me to continue rhythmically pumping his cock with my soft breasts. I milked his penis for several minutes and he seemed to enjoy it, but he also seemed no closer to orgasm. Often, men would grip my breasts or thrust violently, but he remained calm, gently caressing my neck and shoulders. His gentleness endeared him to me. "Is there anything else you want to do?" I asked him, unsure if he would understand Japanese.
"Yes," he told me in Japanese and he led me to the bed.
He straddled my body and, as Reiko had done, traced kisses down my body. No other man had seen to my pleasure before and I was confused by his actions. Gradually, his kisses arrived at my vagina and he began to gently flicker his tongue about my vagina, inner thighs and buttocks. Just as I had done, he placed my hands atop my head and I had to suppress a surprised giggle at his action. He began to stroke the top of my vagina gently and increase the pace of his tongue. Involuntarily, my body responded and waves of orgasms rippled through me. I cried out, louder and more passionately than my typical cries, which were false and for the benefit of my clients. My thighs tensed and seemed to grip his head. Even as I continued to orgasm, his tongue continued to work and then he finally placed his mouth over my vagina and seemed to press down on my clitoris with his upper lip. His mouth seemed to ground me; it seemed to press the pleasure of my orgasm throughout my body. I lay shuddering as he moved back up the bed and kissed me on the mouth.
"I should pay you," I told him in Japanese, and he smiled. "What would you like next?" I asked him.
