: m+/f, cons, impreg
Author: writerseller-feedback@yahoo.co.uk
The Ana Intercontinental Hotel was an enormous skyscraper reaching far above the streets of downtown Tokyo.
It was crisp in the early morning as a long, black Mercedes pulled up and a small doorman scurried across the tarmac to open the doors.
He assisted a small, elegant lady from the back of the car. Her face was covered by a long curtain of luxurious black hair. The little Japanese man’s eyes widened as he took in her ample cleavage, literally bursting out of an elegant dress.
“Ohayo-gozaimasu,” he bowed frantically, “welcome to the Ana Intercontinental.”
The girl pointedly ignored him.
From the other side of a car, a tall, handsome man strode out and pushed a crumpled thousand yen banknote into the doorman’s sweaty palm.
“Here we go, Sport,” the man grinned, blue eyes twinkling beneath a curly ginger fringe. “Take care of our bags, please.”
With that, the taller man hooked his arm around the elegant lady’s wrist and marched her towards the lobby.
The doorman watched the girl depart, salivating as her round bottom sashayed up the steps beneath the thin material of her dress.
Another doorman unlocked the penthouse suite and held open the door.
The beautiful girl strode in first.
She surveyed the room, decorated in dark wood and tasteful crème.
“Nice,” she nodded.
Her handsome husband followed, cramming another thousand yen into the doorman’s palm.
“Seems like she’s happy, Sport,” he grinned. “Now be an angel and whip us up a bottle of vintage Taittinger and a spread of your finest sushi.”
“Hai,” the doorman nodded. He peered at the banknote. “Arigatou gozaimasu!”
The attractive young couple were left on their own.
“Well, Simon,” the girl purred in her soft American accent. “We’re here. We’re actually going to do this.”
“That we are,” standing behind her, Simon gently bent to kiss his wife’s cheek. “And you’ve never looked lovelier, Gina.”
She turned, peering up into her husband’s eyes.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she murmured. “I mean, it’s not too late to back out…”
He kissed her on her lips, losing himself in Gina’s dark, brown eyes.
Their lips parted. “Do you want to back out?”
Gina shivered. Part of her was terrified. But part of her was more turned on then she could ever remember.
There was a knock on the door.
Simon unlocked the suite and found himself peering at an attractive young Japanese woman. Behind her stood an older oriental man, grizzled yet handsome. He was clutching a battered leather briefcase.
Simon grinned.
“Asagi,” he smiled at the woman. “And this must be Mister Sakamoto.”
“Hai,” the two Japanese nodded, bobbing up and down.
“Where are my manners?” Simon held open the door. “Come in, come in.”
Showing them in, Mr Sakamoto’s eyes finally caught sight of Gina, standing by the window.
The Japanese man gasped, peering hungrily at Gina’s curvaceous form, tan skin and luxurious brown hair. He turned to Asagi and muttered a stream of incomprehensible Japanese.
Asagi smiled coyly.
“He says your wife is very attractive, Simon-san. He is most pleased with his selection.”
Simon was still standing by the door, showing in a doorman clutching a bottle of champagne.
“She’s the finest selection you could make,” there was a pop as the champagne cork flew across the room. “Top quality Italian stock, raised and corn-fed in America.”
“Hai,” Sakamoto’s eyes glinted. “Hai!”
Simon busied himself pouring four glasses of champagne.
He handed one to Gina, his fingers lingering on hers. He smiled at her softly… before whipping around to face his two Japanese guests.
“Well, I’m pleased Mr Sakamoto is impressed with the merchandise,” the handsome Englishman gave his wife a robust slap on her round bottom. “Now we should get to business.”
Asagi nodded. She took the briefcase from Sakamoto and slid it across the table.
Opening the case, she revealed row upon row of gold and purple banknotes.
“Eleven million, five hundred thousand yen, Simon-san,” the pretty Japanese girl explained. “Equivalent to one hundred thousand American dollars.”
“Actually it’s ninety three thousand, four hundred and twenty three dollars,” Gina injected, “and fifty two cents. At today’s exchange rate.”
Simon beamed lovingly at his wife.
“She’s better than a calculator,” he said proudly.
“But it’s close enough,” Gina crossed the room and stroked the layers of money. “What are these? 5,000 yen notes?”
“Hai,” Asagi nodded. “All used and non-consecutive, as requested.” The Japanese girl awkwardly shuffled her feet. “Now, Gina-san, I’m afraid it is time for you to… how do you say?”
“Flash the merchandise?” Simon grinned. “Show you the color of our money?”
“At least it’s not the color of my knickers,” Gina winked. “I’m not wearing any.”
“Hai,” Asagi blushed. “Please follow me.”
She reached out and grasped Gina’s hand in hers. Silently, the slim Japanese girl led the American into the massive en suite bathroom.
Simon patted Sakamoto cheerfully on the shoulder.
“Shall we follow?” He grinned, topping up the Japanese man’s glass. “No point missing the show.”
In the marble bathroom, Asagi opened up her handbag and laid a small selection of items on the counter. Then she turned to Gina:
“Please to remove clothes.”
Gina grinned.
“Go right ahead.”
Blushing furiously, Asagi nodded.
She untied the band around Gina’s narrow waist with trembling fingers. Then, like she was unwrapping a Christmas present, she pulled apart the thin material of Gina’s dress and let it slip off the short girl’s slender shoulders.
The material fell to her ankles. Gina stood magnificently naked. She hadn’t been wearing panties or bra.
With large, heavy breasts, pert brown nipples, acres of gorgeous tan skin and a perfectly smooth and hairless pussy, Gina was five feet nothing of pure feminine beauty.
“Kirei!” Sakamoto clapped his hands together happily.
“He said…” Asagi began to translate.
“Don’t worry,” Simon gave her a wink. “I think we got the gist of it.”
Asagi nodded again. She turned back to the naked Gina.
“Please to step into bath.”
Gina elegantly stepped into the bathtub while Asagi selected a small plastic packet from her collection on the counter.
With elegantly manicured fingers, she tore it open and pulled out a small paper strip. She turned back to Gina and blushed again.
“Please to…”
“I know, I know,” Gina smiled at the pretty Japanese girl. Grabbing one of Asagi’s slender arms for balance, Gina squatted in the bathtub and spread her thighs. Asagi nervously held the strip under Gina’s bottom, inches below her beautiful hairless pussy.
“Omoshiroi!” Sakamoto clapped his hands. Simon noticed a rather notable bulge in the front of the Japanese man’s suit.
Gritting her teeth for concentration, Gina strained. A stream of pee erupted from between her legs, showering Asagi’s hand.
The Japanese girl grimaced, but tried to ignore the hot liquid running down her arm. She let the strip of paper get soaked through before pulling away, leaving Gina to finish emptying her bladder down the plughole.
While Asagi held the damp strip over the sink, Simon helped his wife out of the bathtub and rinsed it clean with a blast from the shower.
“Dakara?” Sakamoto demanded.
“It will take three minutes,” Asagi replied.
While the two Japanese waited, Simon helped his wife out of the tub. He gave her a hug.
“Ever peed in front of somebody else before?”
“In front of somebody else, sure,” Gina winked. “On somebody else? No.”
After a moment or two, Asagi’s watch beeped.
Sakamoto, Simon and Gina watched the pretty Japanse girl peer intently at the damp strip of paper.
She smiled.
“Â, yokatta,” she purred. “It is positive. Gina-san is ovulating as we speak.”
“Mitsuketa!” Sakamoto clapped his hands.
“Now one more thing,” Asagi demanded. She reached for her collection of equipment on the counter and selected a small syringe and hypodermic needle. “Please to bend over.”
“What?” Gina demanded.
“Please to bend over, Gina-san,” Asagi demanded, filling the syringe. “I need to inject you.”
Nervously, Gina turned and offered her round, naked bottom to the Japanese woman.
Asagi wiped Gina’s deliciously ripe rump with an alcoholic swab and then jabbed the needle in.
“Ow!”
“Quit complaining,” Simon smirked. “You’ve had bigger pricks in your backside.”
The needle was empty. Asagi soothingly rubbed the red spot.
“That was a mixture of hormones,” she explained, “to increase fertility and chances of conception. Plus, Gina-san, it has the side effect of dramatically increasing your libido.”
“Lock up your sons,” Gina smiled, rubbing her abused bum. “And maybe your daughters.”
Satisfied, Asagi packed up her kit and Simon helped his wife back into her dress.
Watching all this, Sakkamoto rubbed his hands together. His expression overjoyed. He barked in Japanese to Asagi.
The pretty Japanese girl translated: “Sakamoto-san is very happy. He is going to contact his associates. Please to be at the Bridal Suite in four hours.”
Simon nodded, wrapping his arm protectively around his wife’s shoulders.
“We’ll be there.”
With that, he led the two Japanese from the bathroom and held open the door for them.
“Jâ mata,” Sakamoto nodded as he scurried out of the room. Asagi followed, clutching the damp strip of paper with a mixture of fascination and revulsion.
The door clicked shut, leaving Simon and Gina alone.
Gina was peering at the money, her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
“I can’t believe we’re about to go through with this,” she murmured.
“Nor can I,” Simon admitted, sipping his fizzing champagne. “It’s not too late to call it quits, Darling.”
Gina turned and peered up at her husband. She bit her lip.
“Do you want me to call it quits?” She asked. Then, smiling wickedly, she reached forward and placed her palm on the crotch of Simon’s suit.
As she suspected, there was a rock-hard tube crammed into his pants.
“No,” she murmured. “You clearly don’t want me to back out now!”
Simon gathered his wife in his arms and kissed her fiercely.
“Does that make me a terrible husband?” He demanded, squeezing her body tightly against his.
“No,” Gina went limp in her husband’s arms, feeling the throb of his erection through there clothes. “It makes you a very strange one.”
Some hours later, Simon led his wife through the double doors into the bridal suite.
Gina was looking amazing. She was wearing a beautiful silk kimono and her hair was bundled up in the Japanese style. She clopped along on those awkward wooden shoes.
Simon helped her through the door and they entered the massive bridal suite.
Gina gasped.
Standing in a semi-circle around the door were at least a dozen Japanese men. All of them were naked.
Sakamoto and Asagi, wearing their smart business attire, were in the corner, standing by a desk.
“Kon nichiwa.” Asagi purred. “You look very kirei, Gina-san. Very beautiful.”
“Bijin!” Sakamoto agreed.
Gina was ignoring her, peering at the rows of men staring hungrily at her.
There were fourteen, she counted. Fourteen very fit, young Japanese men. They had smooth, hairless bodies, most slim and toned or, for a few of them, ripped with bundles of muscle. With their angular oriental faces and jet black hair, they all looked fit, aggressive and sexy. Only one of them was a little out of shape – pale, covered in puppy fat but still pretty good looking.
“Gina-san!” Asagi snapped, grabbing Gina’s attention. “Before you begin.” She handed her a clipboard. “You must sign this.”
Gina stared at the clipboard, all written in Japanese.
“What is it?” She demanded.
“It is an agreement,” Asagi explained. “You are agreeing to submit to a DNA paternity test should you fall pregnant from this afternoon’s activity. That will determine which of Sakamoto-san’s associates was responsible for impregnating you.”
Gina nodded. Asagi continued:
“It also includes a disclaimer releasing these men from all rights and responsibilities towards a baby. Should we be rakki enough for you to get pregnant, the child will be entirely yours and none of Sakamoto’s associates may make any claim to it.”
Gina nodded, signing the form with a trembling hand.
Asagi took back the pen and clipboard.
“Ii zo?” She asked. “Ready, Gina-san?”
Gina nodded, her heart pounding.
Asagi led her up the stairs towards the enormous bridal bed. Gina felt the hungry stares of more than a dozen naked men on her.
At the top of the stairs, Asagi unwrapped Gina’s kimono and left it slip to the floor, leaving her naked. Kicking off her wooden shoes, Gina took the hand that Asagi offered and clambered onto the massive bed.
The bed was huge – about twice as big as a king size. The fluffy blankets caressed her naked body as Gina lounged back and nervously waited.
“Kouun wo inorimasu!” Asagi smiled, scurrying back down the stairs towards Simon and Mr Sakamoto.
Lying on the bed, Gina felt nervous.
The fourteen men were exchanging glances, muttering at each other. Their slanted brown eyes, all twenty eight of them, burned hotly on her naked skin.
Eventually one of the Japanese men, the tallest of them, with tanned brown skin and well defined muscles, paced up the stairs and crawled onto the bed.
“H-hello,” Gina said, nervously.
The Japanese man ignored her, crawling on all fours towards her like a predator.
Gina lay back as he reached her. The Japanese man laid down by her side, his hand stroking her legs, all the way up her hip.
His touch was hot. Gina shivered, feeling this stranger’s hot, lean body pressed against hers.
With one hand, the stranger stroked her black hair, releasing it from it’s clasp. With the other, he gently cupped one of her heavy breasts.
Gina groaned softly, feeling her pussy tingle.
The Japanese man leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. His breath was fresh and hot. His tongue gently forced her lips open and explored her mouth.
With his hands softly exploring her body, his weight hot and heavy across her legs, Gina lay back and groaned hotly into the stranger’s mouth. Her arms encircled his torso, pulling this mysterious man closer to her, until his weight was deliciously pressing her to the bed. Something hot and hard stroked her thigh. Glancing down, she saw his erection sprouting proudly from a nest of soft, black public hair.
Gina glanced up, her mouth wordlessly working against his. Their eyes met. She felt a gush of wetness between her legs.
Helplessly making out with this stranger, as hot and heavy as a teenager in the backseat of a car, was delicious. He was young and smooth and strong. His body felt clean and hot. As his hand ran teasingly down her side and across her hips, Gina shuddered.
Her thighs flopped open. She tightened her arms around the stranger’s body, pulling him on top of her, guiding his narrow hips between her spreadeagled thighs.
Suddenly his weight was on top of hers. Her legs wrapped around his narrow, bony hips. His sharp, jutting penis prodded hotly against her thighs.
“Oh please,” she groaned.
“Wakarimasen,” the stranger breathed hotly into her mouth.
Gina reached down, between their hot bodies. Her fingers slid between their hips, wrapping around the man’s throbbing erection. Gently, she helped aim it, pressing the head against her quivering, moist vagina.
He pushed his hips forward. Like a slick, wet vacuum, her hungry pussy sucked his penis inside, opening to each exquisite inch.
“Suki desu ka?” The stranger demanded. “Sorewa iidesu ne!”
Gina didn’t respond with words. She just groaned, throwing her head back and stretching her thighs open wider, welcoming every inch of his erection until his hips banged against hers. The stranger’s straining cock was buried right to the hilt in her quivering pussy.
The muscular young man began thrusting gently. Gina ground her hips back at him, pressing her pubis against his bony body. They moaned and groaned wetly into each other’s mouths, neither of them understanding a word the other said, but their bodies communicating perfectly.
Gina was in heaven. Clasping her rutting lover tightly, she looked over her shoulder as the other thirteen men, watching from the foot of the bed. All of the magnificent young men were now sporting erections, straining from their groins. They were watching the mating with hunger in their eyes.
The boy between her thighs was thrusting harder and faster now. Tina knew he was close to cumming. She ground her hips against his, trying to time her detonation to match his.
As she worked her body against his, sweat glistening on her tan skin, Gina felt the bed rock.
She looked up, watching three of the other young man crawl onto the bed towards them. Their cocks were pointing accusingly at her helpless naked body, crushed beneath the thrusting, rutting stranger buried deep within her.
“Sorewa iidesu ne!” He grunted, his hips slapping wetly against hers. “Kore wo kudasai!”
Gina tightened her grip around his shoulders. She ground her clit against his bony hips. When she felt him dig deeply into her spasming pussy, she realized she was balanced on the knife-edge of an orgasm.
“Hai!” he gasped. “Hai!” And then she felt the throbbing from inside her.
As the stranger spurted his cum into Gina’s womb, she shuddered in a blissful orgasm, feeling waves of pleasure explode from her crotch and wash across her entire body. She felt full and wet. The delicious thought of some potent young stranger’s sperm spurting deep into her fertile body was electric.
As her shuddering stopped, the sweaty young man on top of her collapsed, gasping for breath. After a moment or two buried under his weight, she was gasping for breath too.
She rolled him aside, the cool air hitting her glistening body. The young man’s flaccid penis slid wetly from her body, followed by a trickle of creamy cum.
“Oh Goodness,” Gina gasped. “That was…”
She never got to finish that thought. As soon as her lover had rolled away, she felt another man’s lips press tightly against hers.
At the bottom of the stairs, Simon watched three horny young man clamber onto his helpless wife’s body.
He felt conflicted. He was horrified to have witnessed some stranger blow his potent wad deep in his wife’s fertile pussy. But his pants were feeling increasingly tight, crammed as they were with his enormous erection.
Now the first man had rolled away and his beloved wife was being swamped by three new strangers. He couldn’t even see her now, buried beneath three lean, yellow, masculine bodies.
He felt fingers curl around his elbow.
Asagi was looking up at him with her almond shaped eyes.
“Ogenki desuka?” she demanded. “Are you okay?”
“I g-guess,” Simon nodded.
Asagi’s tiny fingers stroked the front of Simon’s trousers.
“Â, bikkurishita!” she murmured. “You are so ookii and katai! So big and hard!” Her fingers curled around the shaft of his cramped, swollen cock. “You are pleasured to see your wife like this, Simon-san?”
Simon groaned. Asagi’s gentle ministrations were not helping the discomfort in his pants.
“Gina-san… She looks very beautiful. She is enjoying herself.”
“I g-guess.”
“You should be happy. Sakamoto-san has chosen well.”
“Her? Or them?”
“Both, Simon-san.”
Simon cocked his head.
Sakamoto was standing behind them in his suit. His fly was open and he was beating off, his eyes glued to the action on the bed.
“He certainly seems to think so…” Simon groaned.
There was a ‘ziiiip’ as Simon’s flies were undone. Blissfully, Asagi’s fingers untangled his penis and released it from it’s prison. Boing! Out it sprang, rigid and throbbing and angry.
“You know why Sakamoto-san wanted this to happen, yes?” Asagi’s fingers touched bare skin and Simon shuddered. “In Japan, we consider virility to be an important attribute.”
“I can see.”
“These young man are Mr Sakamoto’s associates,” Asagi explained, deliciously stroking Simon’s engorged cock. “They are his most talented young executives. But only one of them can be his new vice president.”
Simon snaked his arm around Asagi’s waist. She didn’t resist. She just kept talking and stroking.
“Sakamoto-san has set a challenge. Whoever is the most virile will make Gina-san pregnant. Whoever is the most virile will make the best vice president. Therefore these men are in a challenge to… how do you say? Knock up Gina-san.”
Just the thought made Simon shudder.
He grasped Asagi and pressed his lips fiercely against hers. He kissed her, forcing her lips apart with his tongue. Her gentle fingerwork never stopped on his throbbing cock.
Over Asagi’s Donna Karen clad shoulder, Simon watched his helpless wife as she was set upon by the three ambitious young executives.
Gina felt herself pressed against the bed.
Hands roamed her body. There were so many probing, teasing, stroking fingers, she didn’t have anyway to know whose bodies they were connected to.
Interchangable mouths pressed against hers. Teeth nibbled her pierced nipples. Fingers slid into her creamy, cum filled pussy.
It felt amazing. However Gina was painfully away that she was facing three stiff erections and only had one hole to fill them with.
Or so she thought.
As one stranger’s fierce kisses stopped, his lips were replaced with a stiff red erection, staring Gina right in the face from a nest of soft, black public hair.
“Eatta thissa!” A heavily accented voice demanded.
Gina opened her mouth, reaching to grasp the stranger’s buttocks and gently coax his hips forward.
She soon found her mouth full of a stranger’s penis. His cock was hard, but small enough to be manageable. His pubic hair, into which her nose was buried, smelt softly of soap and powder. As her lips and tongue explored the swollen purple head of this mysterious cock, she almost giggled at the thought of sucking a man’s dick before she’d even had a good look at his face.
The giggle died in her throat. It turned to a snort of indignation as Gina felt her already spreadeagled thighs wrenched further apart and a sharp, hard dick poke blindly at her poontang.
“Mmmmgh!” She cried. “Mmmmgh!”
Three fouled thrusts and then Whoomp! Right up into her slick, sticky pussy slid another rigid dick.
What proceeded were probably the three most undignified minutes of Gina’s life. There was a steady, powerful thumping from between her thighs as a faceless stranger pounded her pussy with all the finesse and grace of a jackhammer. The cock in her mouth throbbed and swelled as she struggled to tackle it. Then she felt a steady Fap! Fap! Fap! against her breasts.
Opening one eye, she peered across the various expanses of thrusting yellow flesh and saw that her third partner was wanking himself off across her heaving boobs.
“Hai!” The jackrabbit between her legs cried out. Still humping and thrusting, he pumped a splurt of cum deep inside her and then hammered his load in even further with another machine gun series of hip movements.
Before he’d even finished, though, the man who’d been enjoying Gina’s experienced mouthwork slurped his cock out of her wet mouth and pushed his rival off Gina’s splayed thighs.
“Oh Lord!” Gina found herself rolled onto her tummy. “Wait a moment!” Her round rump was hauled up into the air, until she was on her knees with her face buried in the covers. There was a wet squelch as gooey wetness poured from her upturned pussy and gushed down her thighs.
“Ay fukka yuu!” Her pussy felt like a pot of melted butter. His rigid dick sank effortlessly inside her. “Ay fukka yuuuu!”
Gina gripped the covers, feeling the wet slap of the skinny Japanese man’s hips against her round, soft arse. She groaned, closing her teeth around a mouthful of cotton. Holding on for dear life, she withstood the withering barrage until Mr “Ay Fukka Yuu” cried out loud and his cock throbbed once, twice… three times – each throb signifying another spurt of cum pumped deep inside her sodden cunt.
Even as she gasped for oxygen, her breath muffled by the covers, there was a squabble breaking out around Gina’s backside.
“Oh crap,” she groaned. They were already arguing over booty rights for cum injection number four.
Simon was watching this with fascination. With one hand, he held a glass of champagne a recently ejaculated Mr Sakkamoto had handed him. The other hand was wound in Asagi’s luxurious black hair, guiding her head backwards and forwards as his rigid erection sank deeply into her wet, sucking mouth.
“You like, Simon-san?” Her lips glistening, Asagi looked up with her big, brown eyes. “You like to watch?” She opened her mouth wider, allowing Simon’s engorged cock to sink deeply between her lips.
As Asagi’s talented lips and tongue lavishly slurped and worked on Simon’s straining dick, he peered narrow-eyed at the scene on the bed.
After number six, Gina lost count.
She was lying on her back again now, a pale, thicket Japanese man crushing her to the mattress as his hips ground against hers. Gina’s arms struggled to reach around her lover’s broad bulk.
He was the largest of the men she’d so far copulated with – both in terms of his size (not quite fat, but definitely the sumo of the group) and also his impressive dick. It was easily the longest and thickest of the group’s and it felt delicious, stretching her engorged pussy and plunging relentlessly into her depths.
Her pale, pudgy fucker was also surprisingly adept. He kept up a steady rhythm, grinding his hip-bone against her clit, stirring her squishy quim with his rigid cock, like it was a sticky bowl of pudding.
As the tingling between her legs increased, she realized she was going to come again.
“Oh yes,” she squeezed the big man tightly, whispering into his ear. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me good.”
The words might have been meaningless, but the stranger caught the gist of it. He ground his hips against hers even harder, panting and groaning into Gina’s ear.
She came. Gina’s hips bucked and shuddered involuntarily, squeezing and milking the stranger’s dick buried deep inside her. Throwing her head back and moaning, Gina felt the Japanese man’s balls spit hotly inside her, filling her spasming pussy like it was a cream-filled donut.
She lay helpless on the bed, listening to the sound of her wet skin peeling off her spent lover’s sticky flesh.
Gazing bleary eyed across the room, she focused on her husband. He was standing there, watching her intently. Kneeling in front of him, her head bobbing rhythmically, was that beautiful Japanese girl Asagi.
Gina felt a burning stab of jealousy, forgetting that she was lying there, a sticky, sweaty mess filled with the semen of seven strange men.
Angrily, she turned to the thinning throng of horny Japanese men. There were still a handful left, their cocks straining in need.
“Come on,” Gina groaned, her voice husky with need. “Come and fuck me.” She rolled onto her tummy, opening her thighs and wiggling her round bottom, inviting these strangers to plunder her reddened, engorged vagina. “Come ON!”
Scrambling across the bed, the horny men pounced on her.
Simon grabbed a fistful of Asagi’s luxurious black hair.
“Aiii!” She cried as he hauled her to her feet, his swollen cock springing from her mouth and flecking her face with saliva.
Simon yanked the slender Japanese girl upright and pressed his lips hard against hers. Her lips and chin were wet, slathered with saliva from her sloppy, indulgent blowjob.
Just as Asagi’s body began to relax, her lips working wetly against his, Simon yanked his mouth away and span Asagi around.
Helplessly, she found herself flung across the desk, her shiny stilettos dangling an inch from the carpet. Simon rolled her onto her tummy, peering down at the tight material of her pinstripe skirt, taunt over Asagi’s pert little bottom.
“Lie!” She cried, struggling to slide herself off the desk. “Lie! Lie!”
Simon ignored her.
With one hand on the small of her back, pinning Asagi to the desk, his wrenched up her skirt. Beneath the pinstripes, she was wearing a pair of white cotton panties, already damp in the crotch. Simon grasped the elastic and yanked them down around the Japanese girl’s slender ankles.
“Lie, Simon-san!” Asagi was still struggling! “No!”
But when Simon’s fingers roughly parted her buttocks, they came away glistening with her excitement. His straining penis, slick and wet with her saliva, met no resistance as he pushed it between her thighs and it sank effortlessly into her moist, quivering vagina.
“Sorewa iidesu ne,” she reluctantly moaned, her pert little buttocks clenching in excitement. “Is good, Simon-san!”
Slowly, luxuriously, Simon reamed his helpless little Japanese fucktoy. Her pussy was tight, hot and wet. It sucked his straining cock just as deliciously as Asagi’s mouth had just moments earlier.
Simon grabbed a fistful of Asagi’s long black hair. He wrenched her head up, bringing tear’s to the groaning girl’s eyes. Forcing her to take in the action on the bed, Asagi watched Simon’s wife as work while the American girl’s husband forcefully
Gina didn’t understand the Japanese they were barking at each other, but she understood the principle.
The last of the ambitious young executives were as determined as their peers to fill her sopping vagina with their potent sperm. In order to make sure it was directed as accurately as possible, they collected the pillows and cushions from the head of the bed and roughly jammed them under Gina’s hips.
Soon she found herself balancing on a pile of cushions, her hips in the air and her head pressed against the covers. Her round bottom was pointing almost straight up into the air, ensuring that any sperm spurted inside her would be sucked directly into her fertile womb.
Wobbling a little as he stood up, the first of the horny young executives parted Gina’s sticky buttocks and crammed his rigid cock inside her. It slid in effortlessly, right up to the balls until the Japanese man’s thighs were scissored against hers.
Then, upside down, Gina felt herself get roughly fucked.
From this unusual angle, it felt incredible. The stranger’s cock was rubbing directly against her g-spot. His thigh was rubbing slickly against her engorged clitoris. Gina’s fingers curled around the bed clothes for support and she closed her eyes, wallowing in the sensation.
A couple of times, the wobbly tower of cushions threatened to topple over. The Japanese man’s associates dropped to their knees and Gina felt hands clasp her backside and thighs, holding her upright and upside down. From this angle, one of the stranger kneeling in front of her had presented his straining erection. Gina opened her mouth and extended her tongue, teasing the end of the throbbing red cock.
“Korewa nandesu ka?” The stranger looked down, suddenly realizing that his cock was inches from Gina’s glistening lips.
Happily, he shuffled forward, enabling the beautiful American to wrap her lips around his shaft. “Hai, douzo!” he cried, feeding inch after inch into her wet, sucking mouth.
Eyes screwed shut, Tina slurped on the Japanese executive’s bulbous penis, trying to concentrate on the pressure building up around her g-spot. The hammering of her lover’s hips against hers was increasing. It felt like he was about to explode.
“Hai! Hai!” And he did.
A torrent of hotness flowed deep into Gina’s spasming pussy. Gravity did it’s work, letting the creamy cum flood her deeply, pouring into her depths like molten lava. She could almost imagine a tidal wave of squishy sperm washing through her cervix.
The thought was delicious. As she was filled with yet another load of stranger’s sperm, Gina groaned and came again.
Simon watched the slender Japanese man’s buttocks clench, burying himself deeply into his wife’s pulsating pussy.
Another load of cum, Simon grimaced. Another wad of sperm swimming towards her fertile eggs. She was filled with the stuff by now. It ran in rivelets down his wife’s thighs, clinging like paste to her reddened buttocks.
As one of the other Japanese men straddled Gina’s outstretched thighs, he watched him aim his slender cock into a mess of creamy froth pouring from her upturned pussy. It must be like fucking a cappuccino, he thought.
But disgust and jealousy was mixed with arousal and need. His balls were tingling. In a moment, Simon realized, he’d be unleashing his own load deep into this sexy Japanese slut writhing and moaning beneath him.
He tried to prolong it. He slowed his thrusts right down, until his cock was barely easing into Asagi’s hot, tight cunt. But her quivering flesh and high pitched moans were too much.
“Oh God!” He groaned. “I’m going to…”
“Lie!” Asagi fought desperately, trying to wriggle off the enormous penis lodged deep between her thighs. “No, Simon-san. Not inside me!”
But her attempts to dislodge him had the opposite effect. Simon was balancing on a knife-edge, seconds from detonation. The sudden bucking-bronco hip movements sent him spurting like a fire hose.
“Oh God!” He dug himself as deeply into Asagi’s cunt as he could, so far she squealed. Throbbing, his dick unleashed shotgun spurts of cum inside her, flooding the slender Japanese girl with his wetness.
Darkness turned to light.
Woozily, Gina prised open her eyes. She found herself peering blearily into her husband’s face.
“H-hello,” she croaked.
“Hi, Sweetheart,” Simon smiled. “Are you okay?”
She forced her aching body up, until she was resting on her elbows.
She was spreadeagled on the bed, her thighs spread so wide she was sure she’d hurt herself. Between her legs pooled a flood of silvery white liquid, cold and clammy against her skin.
“I must have passed out,” she groaned, flopping back onto the bed.
“You sure did,” Simon lay down next to her, wincing as his suit soaked up stray spots of semen. “By the time you got to number eleven, I reckon. But that didn’t stop them.”
“It d-didn’t?”
“Some of them even came up for seconds.”
“Oh gosh,” Gina groaned. “I can’t believe it.”
She struggled to sit up again.
“Woah,” Simon pushed her down. “Relax, darling. You need to rest.”
“But I’m all sticky and…” she slid a curious finger into her reddened pussy. It came away glistening, strands of cum shimmering like cobwebs. “And full!”
“I know,” Simon kissed her hotly. “You’re disgusting. Sticky, spermy and despoiled.” His kissed her again. “And you’ve never looked sexier.”
With a loving smile, Simon covered her with a blanket.
“You need to get some rest,” he said soothingly, “and when you wake up…”
“Still all sticky, spermy and despoiled,” Gina frowned.
“I’m going to lick and stick and fuck and suck the living daylights out of you.”
Gina smiled indulgently.
“Even crusty with cum?”
“Especially crusty with cum!” Simon kissed her salty lips. “Your pussy will be like a crème bruleé!”
She snuggled into the blankets, rolling over and suddenly feeling a flood of cum come pouring out of her. She’d never felt so exhausted – so thoroughly fucked – in her entire life. But she was still looking forward to feeling her husband buried deep inside her.
Three Months Later
This time, the meeting was on more familiar territory – the Waldorf Astoria on Park Avenue, New York.
Simon and Gina were waiting at the bar. Simon was sipping his customary dry martini. Gina was sipping a virginal glass of cranberry juice.
“Konbanwa,” Asagi’s familiar voice made then turn on their bar stools. “Samishi katta desu.” She was scurrying across the bar, closely followed by Mr Sakamoto, looking prim and smart in another pinstripe suit.
Simon and Gina slid off their barstools. Simon offered his hand, thinking it was funny to be shaking hands so formally with Asagi considering the last time they’d seem each other, he’d been buried seven inches inside her.
They found a table by the window and Simon beckoned a waiter over.
“A martini, Mr Sakamoto? Asagi?”
Mr Sakamoto nodded. Asagi just blushed.
“Lie, kekkou desu,” she shook her head. “I will have what Gina-san is drinking.”
The drinks duly ordered, Mr Sakamoto pulled out a folder. He spoke in rapid Japanese.
“Sakamoto-san is gratified that our project was successful,” Asagi translated.
“Yes,” Gina blushed. She rubbed her tummy thoughtfully. “Almost fourteen weeks now, the doctor says.”
“Honto?” Asagi smiled. “You do not look any bigger.”
“You should see me without my clothes on.”
Asagi blushed furiously.
“Isoide!” Sakamoto snapped.
“Hai,” Asagi nodded, shuffling her papers. “To continue… We have received the DNA information you sent us. Sakamoto-san is pleased to inform you that Mr Saitou is the executive responsible for…” she coughed awkwardly, “…your condition.”
“Saitou,” Gina mused thoughtfully. “Which one was he?”
From the folder, Asagi pulled a picture. It should a beaming Japanese man in an expensive suit. It was the plumpest of the men, Gina realized. The one who’d been so gentle making love to her.
“Would you like to keep this photo, Gina-san?”
Gina shook her head. She rubbed her tummy again.
“No. I was just curious. But this baby is ours, now.” She reached for Simon’s hand and squeezed it tightly. “Just ours.”
“Hai,” Asagi nodded. “I understand. Just so you know, Gina-san, Mr Saitou is going to be taking over as vice president of Sakamoto-san’s company. By fertilizing you in competition with the other executives, he has proven that he is the most virile.”
Simon sipped his martini. The normally cheerful Englishman seemed slightly subdued.
“Well, if that’s all taken care of…”
Sakamoto shook his head. He burst into another rattle of Japanese.
“There is one more thing, Simon-san,” Asagi was blushing again.
“Oh? Not a repeat performance, I hope.”
“Not for another six months, at least,” Gina grinned.
“Lie, lie,” Asagi shook her head. Her voice quivering, she explained: “There has been another development Simon-san.” Gazing into his eyes, she wordlessly rubbed her tummy just like Gina had been doing moments earlier. “Much like your wife’s, it appears the actions you and I undertook in Japan were not entirely without consequence.”
Simon spurted martini out of his nose. By ‘actions,’ he assumed Asagi was referring to their rough, satisfying sex.
“W-what?”
“Hai,” Asagi nodded. “It is true.”
Simon vividly remembered the satisfying sensation of exploding in Asagi’s tight little pussy. He’d emptied his balls deep inside her.
As if reading Simon’s mind, Asagi peered intently at her feet.
She admitted: “I was not on birth control, Simon-san.”
She awkwardly cleared her throat.
“Like Gina-san, I am thirteen weeks ‘knocked up,’ as you say.”
Simon held up a quivering arm.
“W-waiter? Waiter!” He gulped. “I think I’m going to need another drink over here!”
The End