[M]e and the Japanese Mil[f]

Saki “What do you mean you’re breaking up with me?”

Me “Well, we don’t really talk much, and I only get to see you every other weekend”

Saki “That’s not fair, you know I can’t see you as often as I’d like to”

Me “It’s not just that, all we do is hangout and have sex, which is nice. But I think I’m looking for something more serious”

Saki “I’m coming over… I’ll be there in 30 min”

Me “I don’t think that’s a good idea”

Saki “I’m coming over”

“click”

So, the back story here, I started dating this Japanese woman named Saki, from an internet dating site. She was cute, sweet and very quiet. Saki was about 5’4” with long straight black hair, perky B cup breasts, a thin waist and curvy hips. She was 33, and had a 10 year old son at home. When she was 20, she had married a much older American business and moved to the US to start a family, the move to America worked out, but the marriage didn’t. That’s how I came to find this Japanese Milf on the dating site I used.

Saki was all about her son first and her needs second, which is how it should be. She had her son full-time, but he spent every other weekend with his dad. That’s when Saki and I would go out for drinks. It was casual and friendly at first, but then Saki let me know in a very subtle way that she was looking for more than someone to get drinks with. She had “needs”. I say it that way, because on our 3rd date, while kissing softly and what I thought was innocently, she literally pointed towards my belt and said “I need this”. Letting me know without a doubt that Saki needed some cock in her life. From that moment forward out relationship was all about sex. Saki and I would meet for dinner, drinks and then go back to my place where we would take care of each other’s “needs”

I would describe sex with her as fairly vanilla. But Japanese women are different than American women in some important ways. Firstly, there was this comfort and straightforwardness asking for sex that most women aren’t cool with. Sometimes we would just be watching a movie on Netflix on the couch and she would turn to me and say in her soft accent “We can watch this after sex, no?” or simply put her hand on my lap and say “This first, then movie?”. It was refreshing not to play any games in that department.

When it came time for sex, I would lead her into the bed room and for the first 15 min or so, she was all about me. She would always submissively undress me without kissing me. And once I was down to my boxers, I would undress her. Then she’d lay me down on the bed and go between kissing and massaging my body, like she was there to please me, until eventually I would break with whatever her plan was and lose my self control and just throw her down and take her.

The last thing is.. you know when you watch a porn with a Japanese girl and she let’s out those high pitch cries? And you’re never sure if she’s in pain, being forced or is actually enjoying herself? Well, that noise is real. I have honestly been with 2 Japanese women who both made noises like that in the heat of the moment.

Now, you know the back story of mine and Saki’s break up. That night sticks in my head for a few reasons, that you’ll see in a moment. I tried calling her back after she said she was coming over. It was a weeknight and she had her son at home, so I didn’t think she was serious. But I really didn’t know. But about 45 minutes later there was a knock on my door and I thought to myself “oh shit, why couldn’t we do this on the phone?”

I went and opened the door and Saki was standing there looking furious. But she didn’t say a word to me. She was wearing a small dark jacket over a maxi dress (or sun dress, idk) that had spaghetti straps on the shoulders. She pushed past me and walked into my apartment. Then turned back to face me and said “Shut the door” in an angry tone. I turned and shut my front door and by the time I hand turned back to face her, she had dropped her jacket to the floor and stepped back towards me until she was only 1-2 feet from me. I was a bit taken aback and not sure what to think of her aggressive posture towards me.

Then she reached up and pulled her spaghetti straps off her shoulders and her entire dress just seemed to slide down her body and around her feet. She was just standing in front of me with only white string bikini panties on and nothing else. She looked great in those panties and they were a little more sexy than what she normally wears. I don’t know about you, but the sight of that string tracing along the hip is incredibly sexy to me. She had no bra on, and her perky B-cup breasts were bare for me to see. She looked hot.. I think that hotness was only amplified by the subtle sense of rage I got from her glare. She took one more step forward and kicked her dress back and out from under her. Then she was only inches from me, and I without thinking I had backed up a bit against the closed front door. She looked up at me and just looked angry again, but didn’t say a word before sliding down.

She slid down my body into a crouch until her eye level was meeting my waist. Then she started to run her hand over the now growing bulge in my shorts. Before this, I was just relaxing at home breaking up with my bi-weekly hookup, so I wasn’t dressed in anything nice, just basketball type workout shorts and a t-shirt. My shorts we loosely fitting and without any control of mine and against my better judgment, this hot, nearly naked Japanese milf crouching before me, had me hard under my shorts and it was showing. Saki began to run her hand over me and stroke me though my shorts for a moment. She wasn’t looking up at me, she was staring right where her hand was holding my cock. Then she very fluidly, pulled on both slides of my shorts and pulled them down to my feet. I looked down and she was looking up at me and my cock was nearly right against her face.

She closer her eyes and leaned in and let me cock fall against her face. The anger I saw in her face before seemed to just float away. She let my cock press against her face and she gave me small kisses from underneath, kissing along the bottom shaft of my cock and down to where it met my balls. Her tongue barely leaving her mouth to tease me. She seemed to just want to feel my cock against her face though, and caress it. She kept moving her face from side to side and seemed to be enjoying the feeling of my cock against her skin. Looking down I could also see the string of her panties along her hip, straining against her skin in her crouched position. That only turned me on more. And made my cock flex and slap against her face bit. That seemed to take her out of her moment, and her eyes opened again and looked up at me. She pulled back and opened her mouth wide for me to see and she leaned forward again and slowly took me into her warm mouth. For the next 10 minutes, it seemed, she didn’t break eye contact with me and she moved her head back and forth and took the length of me into her mouth again and again. Her hands on my hips and first, but then sliding around to hold me by my ass.

I kept looking at that panty string along her hip, it looked so fucking hot. Eventually I think her legs were tired from being in a squat for 10 minutes (I know my knees would have burst a long time ago if I had tried squat like that) and she slid down to be on her knees in front of me. But she never stopped sucking on my cock, she never stopped looking up at me. I think she could tell I was close though, because of the way I was breathing. She pulled back away from my cock and slid her hand around my shaft that was soaking wet with her saliva. She started to stroke me and she let her tongue hang flat out of her mouth as if letting me know where to cum.

Like I said, most of our sex had been pretty vanilla. She had given me a blowjob a few times before, but she never did it long enough to finish me, so this was something new, something very different for her. I wasn’t as close as she thought, it seemed. Because she had to keep stroking me. But I don’t have to tell the men in the audience, there are few things sexier in the world than a woman kneeling in front of you in cute panties, with her tongue hanging out, eager for your cum. She kept stroking but would occasionally lean forward and suck and lick the tip for a moment, but then return to being just in front of my cock with her tongue out.

Eventually, it was just too much for me. I started to breath heavier, and probably mumble words of praise to the gods. I already knew this was going to be one of the best orgasms of my life. Random things were running through my head just before “This was her plan all along… fuck those panties look hot on her… she’s an evil genius… I want to see my cum all over that waiting tongue… why the fuck was she holding out on me before this… Did I make my car payment this month?”. Then I looked down at her. I could feel the my orgasm about to happen, her dark eyes were looking up at me wanting and her open mouth and spread tongue looked hungry for me. I let out a soft “I’m close” to give her a little warning and she leaned forward a little until the tip of my cock was nearly against the middle of her tongue, and then it happened… I felt myself pulse in her hand at the first shot of cum didn’t seem to hit her tongue at all, but shoot straight into the back of her mouth, the second pulse coated her tongue though and the third overwhelmed it, half of my load sliding back into her mouth and the other half sliding forward to slip off and drip down her body, three or four more smaller pulses followed and I felt like my knees were about to give out under me as she drained all of my remaining strength.

She stroked me until there was only a bead of cum on the tip of my cock, and then she leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around it and sucked it clean. I leaned back against the front door to stabilize myself, and she stayed kneeling in front of me for a few minutes, and kept softly stroking my cock. Then she stood up.. The shinny reflection of cum let me know there were drips of cum going down either side of her chin and a long train down her right breast and down the side of her stomach.

She looked proud of herself in that moment. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The cum all over her chin and streaming down her body, just made her look sexier those sexy panties. Maybe that’s why I was still hard as she reached down and squeezed my cock again and said “More?”

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8 comments on “[M]e and the Japanese Mil[f]

  1. > “It’s not just that, all we do is hangout and have sex, which is nice. But I think I’m looking for something more serious”

    So her first response was then to prove you 100% right?

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