"How was your weekend, Knight-san?" Mr. Yamaguchi asked, writing notes on the blackboard.
"Pretty good, sir. Went out and explored the city more."
"Found yourself a pretty girl yet?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," Nik admitted.
"Good. Don't waste your youth," Mr. Yamaguchi commented. "Love is like a flower. It requires fertilization to bloom. Some flowers last but a fleeting moment, while others last an eternity."
"You sound like a poet, sir."
"Neglected youth, Knight-san. Learn from your elders."
Nik had daily discussions with Mr. Yamaguchi about random life events. The elder teacher spoke like a wise seer, imparting knowledge to an impressionable and foolish youth. Yamaguchi spoke boldly, unreserved, which contrasted starkly with the other faculty. They were polite and amicable but viewed Nik as another gaijin helper, rather than a fellow teacher.
It was a harsh dance Nik had to be lead to. Signing up for the position was easy. Finding a job as an English teacher in Asia was as simple as completing a TESOL certificate. Holding a teaching license in his pocket overkilled the application qualification section. Japanese staff were so used to lazy, shifty, low-quality chaff that they treated him with the same deference by default.
"Mr. Yamaguchi, I've got a question for you."
"What is it, Knight-san?"
"Have you ever been in love?"
Mr. Yamaguchi continued writing on the board, not stopping a second to the random question.
"Once, a long time ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't want to open old wounds."
"There is no wound to open, Knight-san. Timid resolve kept me safe. My heart never felt the sting."
"I see," Nik sighed, feeling embarrassed.
"I've taught at this school for many years, Knight-san. Many foreigners come here, men and women. Some keep to themselves, and some brag about their exploits. But I never heard the captive seduction of love grace their lips. I'm happy you met someone special."
"I didn't say I met someone. It was only a question."
Yamaguchi smirked.
"Then why ask if Cupid's arrow did not strike true?"
Before Nik could reply, the first wave of students entered the classroom for homeroom. Time flowed smoothly. Nik focused on the lessons at hand, putting aside the question asked of Mr. Yamaguchi. The bell tolled the end of the day quickly. Saying his good-byes to the staff, he walked off to a local restaurant for dinner. Mr. Yamaguchi's words sticking in the back of his mind.
No date tonight with Anri. He flew solo, and it felt weird, felt like a piece of himself got misplaced. Grabbing a ticket from the machine, he handed it off to the cook standing behind the long counter. The restaurant served students, teachers, and anyone needing a ten-minute meal and out the door quick.
A soft vibration massaged his thick thigh muscle. Looking at the phone, he saw Anri's name. Inner feelings flipped, from sadness to joy.
"Miss you, baby. I'll call you tomorrow. I'll be lonely without you!"
Nik's fingers typed at lightning speed, replying to the message. That was all it took. A simple 'miss you', to brighten up a day. Maybe he was crazy? Maybe having colder girlfriends in the homeland made simplicity feel like a treasure trove? He didn't care. It felt good.
In the middle of slurping down the bowl of ramen, another message massaged his thigh.
"Friday still good?"
It came from Musashi.
"Yes, no problem," he replied to the text.
"Nothing happened last Friday. No violence, and no uncouth guests. The music made the night flow smooth. One more night wouldn't hurt? It'd be another month of student loans in the bank," he thought.
Finishing dinner, Nik walked home.
X
Friday night came by fast, too fast. Anri's job kept her from a Monday night date, but she made up for it the rest of the week. The pair were inseparable. Hand-in-hand, arm-in-arm, they walked the streets of the city for hours. Even after all that, more hours ticked off their depravity meter. Slapping became a welcoming greeting in their apartments.
Unlike the host club jobs, Nik didn't think twice about pushing the envelope with Anri. They pushed each other's sexual appetites. Sexual nitro filled their veins. When one acted on the brink of exhaustion, the other introduced a new kink to keep the fun going. They never thought twice that they went too fast, or would fly off the track.
Nik picked Anri up the previous night from a photoshoot. Dressed to the tens, high heels, and professionally set hair, the glares they got only made the foreigner more prideful. Their pushing of the envelope also had unintended side effects. Nik's sexual appetite awakened as well, growing and percolating, hungrier for lewder and crazier situations. That was why they strolled down an empty park, one with a dirty, secluded, public toilet.
They fucked in a toilet stall before, but seeing Anri decked out like a member of high society tempted Nik's loins. The juxtaposition of fucking high class pussy in a low class area left a noticeable impression in his pants.
"Something naughty in mind, baby?" she giggled, holding his arm tightly.
"Definitely. A little more exhibition to spice up our love making."
"You mean porno sex, don't you?"
"You're craving another dozen slaps, aren't you, babe?" he smirked.
"The wetness held in my pussy can't wait. But don't you think this is a bit too dangerous?"
"This late at night? Don't worry. No one will care, even if someone does take a piss. Only speak English. You know they won't care about a couple gaijin."
"You're right about that...unless they sneak a peak of this slab of heaven," she cooed, gripping the outline of the python.
The bathroom looked like a bomb hit it. Dirt, piss, and shit stained all over. No one cleaned the pig sty in forever. However, it did not deter Anri in the slightest. Grabbing Nik's tie, she led him into the first stall they found. Without any coaxing or direction, trained legs squatted perfectly so her nose leveled with his cock.
"My Daimyo going to fuck me harder than ever before? Fuck me in a shit stained toilet?" she encouraged him.
Lips nibbled at the right hand, prepping it for ecstasy. Balanced perfectly, Anri could squat for an hour, easy, to handle any and all Nik had on tap for tonight.
"I'm going to make you a cum drooling fucktoy, Anri. You'll hold my hand walking home together, looking like I fucked you for an entire day. And you're going to have a smile every step of the way."
"Damn right, baby. I'm your fuckdoll. I need it, baby, please. Your hand feels ready. I can smell the masculinity. Slap your bitch," she told him.
What is making love? Is it what the movies feed the audience? Two people performing the dance slowly, humping slow and methodical, with kisses timed by a tortoise. Or is it the wild side? Dirty language and dirtier positions designed to boil blood until the coffee pot of passion whistled.
Nik had a philosophical mind, always racing a mile a minute. But with her, his babe, his love, such silly questions held no power or sway. He just did. He took her trust and made her scream his name. Every slap that rained down in the wrecked stall made the Japanese woman moan in delight.
"More, harder, make me orgasm from the palm of your hand. I'm going to suck you dry, baby," she purred, between slaps.
"Suck me dry, and then some. I want to be empty for a week. So dry that I can fuck you for hours without busting and ruining the fun."
"I've been a good girl, baby. I kept the plug in me all day, like you asked," Anri informed him. "It hurt but I did it. I'm a good girl for my Daimyo."
"A good, slutty girl."
Anri's cheek toughened up considerably the past week. The slapping came natural. Her tolerance ramped up at an extreme rate, making Nik's hand sting from the intensity required for each swing. At first they worried about a bruise that'd expose their kinky lifestyle, but any redness faded quickly.
Teeth raked the crotch of his pants, sliding along the long pipe of white flesh. Delicate hands reached around to grip the muscular ass, digging perfectly manicured nails into tough fabric. No words, only action. She used her teeth to pull down the zipper, releasing the pipe she'd be smoking all night. It hung there, free and wild, a soft hunk of flesh. Lips kissed the tip, sucking it like a prom queen celebrating with the prom king.
Drunken voices could be heard in the distance. They approached, getting closer and closer. Anri trusted Nik. The sucking didn't stop. Eye glued themselves on his. Fitting the thick shaft made her cheek expand like a chipmunk. Nik didn't understand a word being said by the piss breakers. His cock, however, reacted positively to the exhibitionist maneuver.
Looking upon Anri, he knew he struck gold. She wanted everything he could throw and her, and more. The vixen lusted for his gaijin cock twenty-four/seven. Tears ran along smooth cheek contours, snowballing makeup. Tears of joy. Tears of happiness.
Love. Nik had crushes in high school. One of the cheerleaders in his class. An actress on TV. A pin-up model in a magazine he found. But, in the words of Mr. Yamaguchi, they went unfertilized. The latter two for obvious reasons, but the former amounted to little but a shy hello. Never did he seize the opportunity. Too worried about being embarrassed.
What would life have amounted to if he pulled the trigger at asking the cheerleader out? Would life speed along better or worse? Would their sex life be exciting? Would they fawn and swoon like each moment was the first? Or was this all fate? A deus ex machina, dropping off the passenger to a happier ending? Years of unsatisfying trysts and relationships, building to a dramatic, happy crescendo.
Everything poured into the relationship bank doubled. Nik stared into the fierce fire lit in Anri's eyes, determined to drain the man dry, even if it meant a curious audience knocking on their stall door. The first group of piss breakers would not be the ones to interrupt their fun. Their voices dimmed and cut off.
"First group. How are you feeling, babe?" Nik asked, pulling her off by the hair.
Feeling the firm grip, strong but caring, made her panties wet.
"Wonderful, baby. I want it all from you tonight. Don't hold back. Never hold back. Don't worry, the outfit is mine to keep. We can ruin it."
Nik kept a tight grip, as the enthusiastic slut tried to lean forward for a kiss of his cock. Just out of reach, forever the tease he was.
"Take the lipstick out and hand it to me," he told her.
She did as ordered. No hesitation. Fire red. The darkest shade on the market she could grab a sample of from work.
"I want evidence of your cock sucking tonight. I want my cock lathered in rings. When the color fades, I'll hand it off for you to freshen up. Got it, babe?"
"Naturally," she winked.
