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Dream Monogatari
Copyright 2002-2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
Story Codes: M+/F, Public, Reluctant, Humiliation, MDom, interracial (Asian)
Note: In 2002 I spent several weeks in Japan as part of a student cultural exchange. I loved it and I’ve gone back every single chance I’ve gotten since. My personal fantasies fall along the lines of this scene…which may, or may not develop into a story someday. I’ll note the blog a little.
Dream Monogatari
by rache
The trains in Tokyo were so crowded, but Rachael didn't really mind. She was used to it having ridden buses most of her life back in the States where she'd grown up. It was just something to be endured. When she was lucky enough to get a seat she liked to read, pointedly ignoring the other anonymous riders. It was the polite thing to do in Japan. But standing was a little different. The 20 year old hadn't quite mastered the random motion of the car as it click-clacked its way through the huge city. Rachael kept her fingers tight around the plastic loop hanging from the metal bar above her, leaning slightly one way and then the other.
She wished she'd tied her long auburn hair back; it was warm in the train with so many bodies crowded together. Rachael's blouse was damp with perspiration and clung to her small body, molding itself to her braless breasts so that her dark nipples were plainly visible. She'd worn a short plaid skirt, like something a schoolgirl might wear. It was higher than mid-thigh and tight around her narrow waist. When she'd first arrived in Japan a student at the University of Tokyo named Midori, who was Rachael's sponsor, had warned her of riding trains at rush hour. Not because of the crowds exactly, but because of the Japanese salarymen who were making their way from work to home, or more likely a bar. But that was precisely why Rachael was riding the train.
She'd done this several times before during her short stay in Tokyo. She was working the summer as part of a University exchange program, assisting one of her professors and Thursdays were the girl's free days. This was the fourth time in as many weeks she'd worn the exact same outfit, gotten on the exact same car of the train at the same time on the same day. If she'd wanted to Rachael may even have recognized some of the strangers riding the train with her, but she'd always made it a point to keep her eyes down. It was enough to know that several of the passengers had come to recognize her.
This particular train suited Rachael very well. It was better thn the subways, which made far too many stops on their circuitous routes beneath Tokyo. This was a "green" train, an express that only stopped at the larger stations. This made for long uninterrupted periods when the young woman would be locked in the press of anonymous bodies. It would make two relatively quick stops, but then there were three stations a good 20 minutes apart each. There were other women on the train, of course, and some younger students from high school and college, but very few. Most Japanese tailored their schedules to avoid the throng of businessmen who packed the trains this time of day. There were never any foreigners, American or otherwise, and this suited Rachael just fine. She didn't speak Japanese at all and the feeling of total isolation in an alien environment was something she found utterly exciting.
The young woman kept her head down, looking at her feet. The train was just leaving Shibuya station and was packed tightly with Rachael in the center. She felt bodies pressing against her, shifting as the as the train lurched and swayed. She had to move her feet, leaning heavily against someone unseen and murmuring an apology in Japanese, one of the few phrases she knew. As she spread her legs for stability she felt someone's hand on her leg, just a brief touch and then it was gone. Rachael didn't look up, but she felt a quiver of excitement starting in her breast.
The hand returned a moment later, less tentative this time, sliding up the back of her thigh and Rachael pressed back a tiny bit, trying to encourage without being too obvious. The touch moved inside and higher, between her legs and under her skirt. Rachael's heart was beating faster and she wriggled her hips invitingly. This was just what she wanted, to be fondled by a stranger in the midst of hundreds of unsuspecting strangers. Her pussy was already damp and now it gave a tiny spasm of anticipation. Deft fingers brushed over the crotch of her panties, teasing the girl just as the train pulled into the next station. Just that brief caress and it was over, apparently whoever the man was he'd reached his stop.
The passengers moved and jostled and performed their elaborate improvised dance to let people off and then on. Rachael stayed where she was, resisting the urge to touch herself as a press of new bodies filled the car. She licked her lips as the train moved once again and within a minute a finger scratched the back of her leg lightly, as if in some secret code, a signal to which the young American had no reply but a tiny nod of her head. If it had been noticed and recognized Rachael had no idea, but the finger soon became a hand. It slid slowly up to the round firm curve of her ass, squeezing it through the thin fabric of Rachael's skirt.
Rachael didn't move and hardly breathed as the stranger pressed his fingers into the cleft of her cheeks, working against her clothing. He seemed content with this, rubbing gently and working the cloth of both her skirt and panties deep into the soft crevice. Rachael arched her back involuntarily, pushing herself against this unseen hand and was immediately rewarded when it moved slowly around to the front. He touched her tummy and lower, moving his hand to rub her covered mound. Rachael could feel him, close behind her, his chest against her back as he held her.
She felt his mouth close to her ear, the heat of his breath through her hair as he spoke softly in Japanese. Rachael had no idea what he was saying, but nodded her head once again, agreeing to whatever it was. She felt his arms, both of them now around her waist and she had the sudden electric sensation that everyone on the train was watching. She hadn't looked up in 10 minutes; she had no idea who was around her or what they could see. Rachael didn't want to know, but the thought of this stranger holding her so intimately in the midst of all these people was wonderful. His hands came together, one lifting the front of her skirt to expose the white lace of her panties and the other hand grabbing the front of them and pulling down.
Rachael gasped softly as the unseen man pulled her panties down slowly, releasing her skirt and finally using both hands to work them lower. He slid his fingers along her skin, inside the waistband to the small of her back. He pushed down, front and rear and his whispering voice was urgent in her ear. He wanted her to do something, but she was unsure what. It seemed the man could push no lower and Rachael's panties were caught halfway down her thighs, stretched and held in place by her legs. She shifted, letting herself lean back hard against this stranger and moved her feet close together, moving her legs slightly until her panties fell of their own accord to pool on the floor of the train around her feet.
The man spoke in her ear again, something soft with seeming approval. Rachael shivered with excitement; her skirt had slipped back into place, the man content to hold onto her waist while she'd finished what he'd started. But now she felt his hand sliding up her back and pushing her down, urging the girl to let go of her handhold. She guessed at what he wanted and decided it would be easiest to do it quickly. Rachael let go and bent her knees, dropping to a crouch in between 5 strange men, at least one of whom she knew was watching her. Probably all of them she thought, she hoped as her heart pounded.
Rachael picked up her panties and stood back up quickly, grabbing for the plastic handle over her head with her free hand and clutching her panties at her side with the other. She felt the stranger taking them from her as the train slowed for the next station. She kept her face down and blushed as she heard the man behind her speaking to someone else, undoubtedly showing off his prize she thought, and one or two other men chuckled with appreciation. As the doors opened the men left her with three separate and distinctly different gropes of her ass.
Rachael shuddered as her pussy squeezed upon itself. She was excited and frustrated and acutely humiliated all at once. Never before in her life had she felt so vulnerable and yet, somehow in this strictly impersonal atmosphere, almost invulnerable as well. Whatever had happened so far, whether noticed or not, it was between her and the men touching her. No one else would comment, at least publicly, no one else would even acknowledge that they noticed. It was a private room with no walls and Rachael loved it.
As the train began moving finally the train was still crowded as ever, even more so it seemed to Rachael, but only because of the fire burning inside her belly now. She was hot and her nipples ached and protested the soft torture of her silk blouse sliding across them. Her bare pussy was wet with excitement and Rachael pressed her thighs together with a barely contained moan.
Another man had taken his place directly behind her and now another moved to face her from the front. She could see his suit and trousers and his feet straddling hers. As the train rocked he pressed slightly closer so that the top of Rachael's head touched his chest. Behind her she felt the stranger pressing against her back and he seemed to press his pelvis to the curve of her ass. Rachael pushed back a fraction and gasped aloud as she suddenly felt the man's unmistakable erection against her through their clothing. She did a number of tiny knee bends, working her ass up and down as she felt him pressing between the globes of her ass.
The man behind her pulled back and Rachael almost turned to look over her shoulder in bewilderment until she felt his hands moving behind her. The stranger freed his cock, unzipping himself slowly so that his penis was free. He lifted Rachael's skirt slightly and pressed himself forward again so that his body sandwiched Rachael to the man in front of her. She felt the smooth head of his cock across her anus first, then lower, working between her thighs and sliding across her engorged labia. The girl moaned softly and lifted one foot, moving it so she could spread her legs for him.
Rachael felt dizzy with lust. This was going so much farther than she'd ever expected. Being touched, fondled and groped was one thing. But she was about to let a stranger fuck her in the middle of a crowded train. And she wanted it. More than anything else she'd ever wanted in the world she wanted a hard thick cock in her cunt right at that moment. She wasn't even protected a small voice in her mind protested. She had stopped using the pill when she'd left the States and her boyfriend behind. The idea of a stranger, some faceless man she'd never know depositing his sperm inside her fertile womb made the girl's stomach tighten with anxiety, but the feeling only made it so much better.
The stranger whispered something in her ear and Rachael reached down with her free hand, knowing the man in front of her was watching. She reached under her skirt from the front, bending and leaning against him so she could grasp the swollen member of the man behind her. The lust filled girl held her breath as she felt the heat of him filling her hand. It throbbed, eager to fill her tight American pussy and Rachael loved it. She rubbed her thumb briefly over the head, feeling the wetness of his precum before pressing the head to her slit. She held him with her fingers underneath and the stranger pushed gently but insistently until his cockhead found purchase and suddenly entered her fully.
The pleasure of being filled brought a loud sigh from the girl and Rachael's face burned with the knowledge that everyone must have heard it. But that did not stop her enjoyment, or that of the stranger who was now pushing his cock as deeply as possible into Rachael's womb. He impaled her on it so that she was bending over slightly, the man in front of her politely backing up half a pace to give the girl some extra room. Her pussy muscles clenched and spasmed methodically as her orgasm approached and the movement of the train did the rest. The stranger merely stood there, his hands now on Rachael's hips, gripping her tightly as he kept his cock inside.
It was all Rachael could do not to push and pull herself on the delicious sensation of being filled with a long hard cock. She wondered how the faceless man behind her could resist moving, content to keep himself inside. But such thoughts were quickly lost as Rachael's orgasm peaked almost violently. Her body shuddered uncontrollably and her fingers turned white as she squeezed the handle above her. Rachael's vaginal walls closed tightly around the strange cock, like a velvet fist trying to crush it, releasing for a brief moment before squeezing again. The girl couldn't help moving now, she rocked her hips urgently, trying to mask her motion with that of the train. She fucked herself back on his cock, heedless of everything but the pleasure washing through her body.
The man in front of Rachael had evidently had enough of just watching. Before she knew what was happening Rachael felt fingers in her hair, pulling her down so she bent over even farther towards his suddenly exposed penis. She opened her mouth, letting the stranger's cock fill the soft wet O of her lips and slide across the girl's tongue. The man was using her mouth, pushing and pulling with a fistful of hair so that Rachael could do nothing but put her hands on the man's thighs and suck. Somewhere in her disoriented mind Rachael realized she was being double teamed by two strangers on a crowded train, and she burned with the thought of being such a slut in public. She could imagine them all watching, whispering, being offended and it made her body burn with embarrassment. What had started as a game had suddenly become her ultimate exhibitionist fantasy come true. Nothing could stop her.
The man behind her was fucking Rachael now with short fast strokes, pushing her towards the cock filling her mouth. She gagged noisily as it hit the back of her throat and she felt precum and her spit leaking out of her lips, running down her chin. She could hear the murmurings of foreign voices as the other people on the train watched the young woman being so thoroughly fucked. Rachael's body fairly glowed as humiliation boiled in her blood. Her body was lost to the pleasure of the cock thrusting into her soaked sex, stretching her pussy and keeping the girl teetering on the abyss of orgasm. She could feel the roughness of the man's trousers, the hard sharpness of his open fly as he jammed himself against her. It was a wonderful torment that reminded her with every stroke that they were doing something unexpected, completely spontaneous.
When the fingers on her hips dug deeply, almost painfully into her soft flesh she knew her anonymous lover was close. He pulled her as tightly as he could, the head of his swollen member reaching for her cervix as it suddenly erupted with a flood of potent sperm. It filled her with a warmth that triggered yet another glorious orgasm and Rachael's whole body tensed, her mouth open wide so she could suck air around the cock that filled it. Her pussy spasmed and the soft muscles deep inside her almost seemed to milk the man's cock for every drop of his cum. She was trembling and only the stranger's hands holding her to him prevented Rachael from collapsing completely.
The stranger in front of her had paused, speaking softly to the man behind her who could only grunt his reply as his balls emptied their hot load in the girl's womb. Even as Rachael's senses slowly returned and she began sucking the prick in her mouth once again, she moaned with reluctance. The man who had just fucked her withdrew his cock slowly, bringing with it a small stream of wetness that ran down Rachael's thighs. The sudden emptiness felt wrong somehow and Rachael squeezed her muscles, forcing yet more of their combined juices to run past the heavy lips of her pussy. She tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth, sucking it earnestly, using her tongue to butterfly beneath the sensitive head as the strange man thrust himself inside. He was becoming more forceful, urging her on with his fit in her hair and soft grunts of pleasure. The cock was hot and smooth and wet as it disappeared repeatedly between Rachael's bruised lips.
Behind her someone else had manuevered himself into place. A new cock, even larger than the previous one pressed upward to easily find her well used cunt. The man in front of her pulled Rachael's head down hard, so that his cockhead pressed to the back of her mouth, threatening to choke her. He held her their while another nameless man shoved his prick deep inside her cunt with one quick lunge. It impaled her, stretching her more than the last and touched new places to bring another intense orgasm. As the young woman's body shook, stars exploded behind her eyelids and fire licked across her flesh. Her pussy collapsed on the cock inside her and she screams of pleasure were muffled on the prick lodged in her mouth.
Rachael's body went limp as it gave itself completely to the intensity of her orgasm. She couldn't fight it anymore, she forgot where she was and what she was doing. All that mattered was the cock fucking her superheated sex. The man in front of her lifted her mouth free of his cock and Rachael instinctively took deep ragged breaths. Her mouth hung open, drooling onto the floor beneath her. The stranger was laughing as were a number of other men around her. Rachael coughed weakly and soon found her mouth once again impaled on cock. Her orgasm had receded, but never seemed to go away completely. It was a continuous rolling wave that rushed through her with shivers and muffled moans. She tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth and finally managed to catch it in her throat when she tried to swallow. The bulbous head entered unexpectedly and Rachael felt a brief moment of panic as the stranger sensed it and pushed hard, burying his cock to the root in Rachael's mouth.
The panic quickly gave way however as Rachael realized she was deep throating a cock for the first time in her young life. The knowledge added to the pleasure of the cock thrusting in her pussy and she ground her ass against it with a tight circular motion. Both men were plainly pleased and whispered encouragement. There was a soft murmer from the crowd around her that Rachael understood to be approval. The pressure on her head lessened and she lifted her mouth enough to just keep the head on her tongue as she took a breath, then Rachael went down again, making as if to swallow and feeling the cock once again filling her throat. It was a delicious sensation, far different from anything she'd ever felt before and she kept trying to swallow so that the muscles in her throat rippled softly along the length of the cock inside.
The man behind her was coming quickly, his cock making wet squishing noises as he fucked her well used cunt rapidly. It would be the second load of jism in the girl's unprotected womb and that thought along with the sensations flooding her body were enough to set her again over the edge of reason. She was cumming hard when the cock in her pussy began spurting its potent seed into her body. The stranger's sperm mixed with the juices already present, warming her even further and bringing a low guttural sound of pleasure from deep in her breast. A second later the cock in her throat withdrew, spurting hot semen as it did so.
The stranger's ejaculate filled her mouth and Rachael choked noisily on the unexpected rush. She tried to swallow it all as the man's hand pulled her by the hair so his next spurt shot onto her pretty face. She could feel it landing on her nose and cheeks. He was stroking himself, letting the head of his cock touch her face as he painted her with his cum. He wiped himself across her cheek and lips before pushing his cock back into her mouth briefly, letting the girl suckle on it as it softened.
The two men finished at the same time, withdrawing almost simultaneously to leave the gasping girl struggling with her own fading climax. Cum ran down her thighs and a stranger's sperm covered her face. Rachael stood up unsteadily, letting go of the man in front of her and feeling the man behind releasing her hips. She stood up straight; keeping her eyes closed and her face down so that at least her hair covered the gooey mess on her foreign features. Rachael shivered and jerked slightly as she felt a man's hand under her wet chin. He was lifting her head so that she was looking up, brushing her hair back and exposing her cum covered face to anyone who cared to look. Rachael kept her eyes shut and knew her skin was flushed from the excitement and now the humiliation of being forced to show the proof of what she'd done.
He kept his fingers under Rachael's chin and spoke to her in Japanese. She shook her head slightly and was surprised when she heard "You will speak English?" It was heavily accented, but understandable and Rachael nodded slowly. "Good. Open please, your eyes."
He'd said it softly but the tone left little room for argument. Rachael's heart was pounding and she didn't understand why exactly. There was something going on inside her, this desire to be used in public, to be seen doing something outrageous and at the same time hiding it from herself behind closed eyes. What did it mean? This confusion gave her resistance and the man spoke again, slightly louder this time and although not threatening, Rachael had the sense that he wasn't used to having to repeat himself this way.
She opened her eyes slowly and blinked at the harsh fluorescent lighting that filled the train. Around her were a few dozen Japanese faces staring at her. It was impolite and would have been an insult under other circumstances, but Rachael had learned enough to realize that she was already Gaijin - A foreigner - and that made her less of a person anyway. Having let strangers use her in public had debased her even further. The men on that train regarded her not as a person, but more as an object now. A thing whose feelings didn't matter in the least. It was the ultimate humiliation, almost dehumanizing in its callous truth. The young woman shuddered as a rush of confused excitement poured through her and her face was red with embarrassment.
Rachael lifted a hand to her face, moving to wipe the streamers of sperm that clung to her cheeks and across her nose, but the Japanese man stopped her, pulling her hand away with his. "No, you will stay this way."
Several of the nearest Japanese men were talking to each other and laughing. It made Rachael want to look away and she licked her lips nervously, tasting the semen that covered her lips. It would be a few more minutes before the train pulled into the station and the girl thought about the new passengers who would board, not knowing what had happened, only seeing an American woman with sperm on her face, stinking of the fucking she'd received but moments before. Her legs wobbled slightly and she felt faint, nearly losing her balance as the train rocked gently back and forth.
Someone behind her spoke and the Japanese man who'd been speaking to her answered. Rachael felt someone probing her soaked pussy, rough fingers entering her and probing the wetness between her legs. She moaned and closed her eyes but the man in front of her admonished her to keep them open. "We will to see your face when you are sexed." he said simply and then Rachael felt the fingers replaced with a hard cock. For the third time in less than half an hour she was being fucked by a stranger, but this time she kept her head up, only arching her back to make the penetration easier.
The cock inside her was nice sized and its owner took his time, speaking in Japanese to the crowd watching her. "He say you are very sloppy sexy but also still small, still nice for him." The Japanese man in front of Rachael interpreted for her, keeping his piercing brown eyes staring into hers. The girl moaned softly, biting her lip as the cock inside her began thrusting harder, rocking her body so that she had to reach up with both hands to find something to hold on to.
The men on the train seemed to close in, watching with rapt attention as the man fucking her lifted her skirt and held it up with his hands around her narrow waist. A dozen people watched her creamy ass bounce against the pounding pelvis of her anonymous lover. He was picking up speed and grunting his pleasure. Someone else reached in to pull her ass cheeks apart and the man in front of Rachael took her hands and pulled them back down, forcing her to bend far over at the waist so her pussy was exposed from behind. The cock sliding in and out between her swollen labia pulled them out and then pushed them back in much to the amusement of the crowd. They commented on how slick her cunt was, juices ran down the insides of her thighs and when Rachael felt her orgasm arrive with a high pitched yelp of pleasure she was rewarded with cheering.
She stared at the floor with unseeing eyes, her body shivering and flushed with excitement and humiliation. She was cumming better than she ever had before. So many men watching her, so many strangers seeing her as nothing more than an object to be used and forgotten. The man behind her was jamming his prick as hard into her as possible, making her cry out with every thrust into her womb. Her pussy tightened around his cock and tried to hold it inside her, yielding only reluctantly as it slid out glistening with her fuck juices. Her breathing was ragged, her tongue lolling from her open mouth and she had given up trying to keep herself from falling. Only the man behind her holding her hips and the man in front holding her arms kept Rachael from collapsing completely.
The man fucking her told his audience he was about to cum and someone suggested he pull out and cum on the bitch's ass. Someone else suggested he cum in the bitch's ass and that drew enthusiastic laughter. Rachael of course understood none of it, but the Japanese man in front of her gripped her arms tightly and Rachael suddenly felt the cock withdrawing completely on one long outward stroke and then slamming without warning into her tight pink anus to the hilt. She screamed with the burst of unexpected pain as the slick hard cock stretched her asshole to the limit. Immediately the cock began erupting, filling her burning bowels with his cum while the other men commented loudly and laughed.
Rachael yanked against her captor, but to no avail. She was still in the throes of her orgasm, quivering with pleasure that had only been heightened by the sharp pain of being taken so suddenly in the ass. She felt her eyes leaking tears; they ran down her cheeks, around the thick gobs of cum drying there. She couldn't believe someone would go so far as that, fucking her ass while a dozen or more people watched. She could feel the sperm filling her, the thickness in her tender asshole being pressed by her muscles as her body too late fought this new invasion. He was filling her ass with his seed and laughing about it. The man kept himself buried inside her as he pulled her upright, to stand with her back to him, his cock still in her ass. Rachael's face burned red as he ground himself against her, grinning unseen behind her back.
When he withdrew his prick with a slimy soft plopping sensation Rachael gasped. She'd never had cum in her ass before and it felt greasy, unnatural and there was a dull ache she'd never felt before. She reached back to feel her anus, it had closed tightly but sperm leaked slowly out every time she moved. The Japanese man who had spoken to her before turned Rachael around as the loudspeaker announced the next station. With less than a minute to go she found herself being bent over to clean the cock that had just cum in her once virgin ass with her mouth. She was ashamed that these men would think she would do such a thing and even more so by the knowledge that she would enjoy it. Rachael sucked the semi-hard cock between her lips, tasting sperm, the sweet tang of her pussy, and something else, the almost acrid taste of her own asshole as she licked and sucked it clean.
As the train slowed to a stop the man pulled away, tucking his cock back into his trousers and zipping up as though nothing had happened. The man who spoke English handed her a handkerchief, telling Rachael to clean her face but nothing else. She did so as the doors opened, wiping at the sperm quickly as passengers squeezed off and new ones got on. The Japanese man took Rachael's hand, pulling her to the doors and out of the train just as the doors closed.
"Hey, what are you doing? Where are we going?" Rachael's voice sounded small, uncertain and she looked around the platform knowing if she left the station she'd be totally lost.
"You come with me now." was all the man said and he kept hold of Rachael, leading her up the stairs and to the exit. "I am Keiyu. I will be your Master now. You will belong to me." He said it so coldly, so matter of factly that Rachael didn't understand him at first.
"Wh...What do you mean?" she finally stammered. She had to walk quickly to keep up with him and the motion was forcing more of the juices inside her pussy and ass to leak out. Rachael was conscious of people staring and felt they could still see the sperm she'd wiped from her face, or the cool wetness she felt running all the way down to her knees now.
"I know a girl like you. Like a dog you want to sex all the time." He seemed to think that was all the explanation she needed.
"But I'm...I'm a student. At the University! I can't go with you!" Rachael spoke the words, but she didn't try to pull away, nor did she stop walking as they crossed the street and got in a taxi. Keiyu ignored her and spoke to the driver in Japanese for a moment, the driver was a young man and he turned around to look at Rachael. He said something and Keiyu lifted her skirt exposing her freshly fucked pussy.
"Hey." Rachael protested. She looked at Keiyu in shock and pushed her legs together, feeling her face burning with embarrassment. The driver chuckled and nodded, speaking in Japanese before pulling into traffic.
"He will drive for us and you will sex with him for thank you." Keiyu smiled at Rachael beneath the passing street lamps. "Unbutton your blouse please. I will like to see your breast."
Rachael felt a confusion of emotions rushing through her. Humiliation, anger, outrage, fear, excitement, it was all there and she was unable to distinguish any of them from the need to be used in this way. She'd never met anyone before who talked to her the way this Japanese man did. All her life boys had been nice, polite and eager to please. Now it was she who felt the overwhelming urge to please him. He was pushing her secret buttons and they both knew it.
With trembling fingers Rachael unbuttoned her blouse, pulling the thin material damp with her perspiration open for her new Master. Her nipples had been hard for the last hour and they itched with desire, fairly burned with it and she couldn't help but touch them, pinching them briefly until Keiyu's fingers replaced hers. He caught one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it painfully until Rachael yelped and then letting go. He gave a self-satisfied sigh and moved to the other, pinching it as well and pulling it outward until her firm breast was taut and cone shaped. Rachael moaned and sucked air between her teeth. It hurt but it felt so good as well. Keiyu played with her breasts like that for the duration of the 20 minute cab ride while Rachael fidgeted in the seat, making soft sounds of painful pleasure and rubbing at her aching cunt.
Keiyu got out of the car as the driver exited the front seat and slid into the back. The cab was large and roomy and Rachael lay back lengthwise on the seat without complaint. The driver lifted her legs over his shoulders and freed his cock, pushing it without preamble into Rachael's wet slit. She groaned and bucked her hips upward to meet his thrust and sighed as the hard cock sank deep into her moist folds. Keiyu smoked a cigarette, leaning against the car as it rocked slightly on its springs. The young man was fucking Rachael good, slamming himself into her until he came a few minutes later. Rachael's pussy was already soaked with sperm and her own juices; the fresh deposit of the driver’s orgasm into her womb was barely noticed. The young woman was vaguely disappointed he'd cum so fast; a couple more minutes and Rachael might have cum again herself.
The cab driver disengaged himself, leaving Rachael sprawled on the back seat with her skirt bunched up around her hips and her legs spread lewdly as juices spilled from her gaping sex. The girl fingered herself slowly, rubbing her hard little clit and sighing softly. Keiyu peered in and motioned with his head for her to get out and Rachael sat up reluctantly, dragging her burning sex across the seat as she exited the cab. She smoothed her skirt and buttoned her blouse standing on the street, heedless of the cars driving slowly by. The driver spoke to Keiyu, frowning at Rachael and opening the trunk to retrieve a spray bottle and some rags. Japanese taxies are normally immaculate inside and out, this one needed a little work.
“He say you make a very bad mess in his taxi.” Keiyu shook his head and chuckled. “I tell him he should not fuck a dog in his taxi.”
Rachael looked down at her feet “I’m not a dog.” She said softly and Keiyu translated her words for the cabbie who laughed and went to work cleaning his back seat.
“You are a dog.” Keiyu said it like he was teaching a child. He grabbed Rachael by the arm and led her to the sidewalk; pausing so she could look up at a dozen small signs stacked one atop the other. The writing was all Japanese but Rachael understood, there were a number of “snack bars” in the multistory building, 2 or even 3 to a floor, and the brightly lit signs told customers which one was where. Keiyu pointed to one of them with some kanji followed by 3F. “Windy City. It is my place, come with me now.”
The building was narrow and long and the elevator was very small by American standards. They rode to the 3rd floor and exited to a narrow hall with a bar at either end of it. Windy City Bar was at the front of the building, overlooking the street and Keiyu produced a key ring, unlocking the door and letting Rachael enter the darkness first. He turned on a light switch and locked the door behind them.
The Windy City Bar was largely a single room, perhaps 20 feet wide by 50 feet long. Towards the rear there was a short wooden bar with 4 stools along the left wall with liquor bottles and glasses arranged neatly behind it in a large glass cabinet. A small door led to a tiny bathroom on the far wall and just to the right of that a television was mounted in the corner, about 6 feet off the floor. Along the wall to the right were lined up three small round tables with 2 chairs each, directly opposite the bar. A small platform perhaps 10 feet long and 5 feet wide came next, then four semi-circular booths. To Rachael’s left were another 6 booths lined up against the wall. There was a narrow path left between the last booth and the bar to allow access. It was typically Japanese and although Rachael had never been in a snack bar before, it was nearly identical to thousands just like it.
“Is that your bathroom?” Rachael asked, pointing at the door on the far end of the room.
Keiyu nodded and Rachael started walking down the open center of the room but the Japanese man stopped her. “You must ask for me to say yes.”
“What?” Rachael looked at the man.
“You must ask…” The Japanese man tilted his head, searching for the proper word, “…permission.”
Rachael didn’t understand. She was found herself nervous at being alone in this strange place with a man she didn’t know at all, but that was the thrill. She’d waited her whole life for this night. She flinched slightly as Keiyu reached out and brushed a lock of hair from her wide brown eyes. “You will learn for this.” He said gently, stroking her head like a favored pet. “Many times.”
Rachael licked her lips, unsure of his meaning. “May I…May I use the bathroom, please?” as an after thought she added, “Master.”
Keiyu smiled, “Very good. Yes you go now. Use.” He let her go and Rachael walked to the tiny restroom, feeling heat flashing through her body and wondering that she had felt real physical pleasure when he smiled at her. It was a dream come true.
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