Possessed Japanese girl fucked my brains out by night but looked so professional by day [MF]

I got a phone call I couldn’t understand because it was Japanese. Then the voice hit me. Kyoko. I pieced together that she got to spend a year of university in Sacremento and that she used her boss’s connection to my driver to get my phone number. She had a week off and wanted to come to Seattle. She gave me her flight info. It was in a few days.

She was dressed formally, as though it was a business meeting. I tried to ask what her plans were. Nothing was clear and I didn’t want her to feel unwelcome. The language barrier was worse than I thought and she was extremely shy. We hardly said anything in my car. She was embarrassed but I chalked that up to her being Japanese and a guest. I brought her to my place.

I made dinner. She tried to be helpful cleaning up and I felt guilty so I said, “Wait in there,” pointing to my open bedroom door. I had a living room that I could have asked her to wait in but now it was too awkward to change.

She was in there with the door closed for a while before I remembered and went to check. Nothing had transpired when we met in Japan, other than standing too close to each other when she showed me around the museum where she worked. But we were alone this time without other people around.

I knocked lightly on the door and it creaked open. She was in my bed. I could see the tops of her bare shoulders. She undressed. Her eyes were closed. I closed the blinds and her chin came up. She inhaled deeply. Asleep or not I couldn’t tell. But the duvet was moving slightly, and rhythmically, in front of me.

I very carefully pushed the duvet up to reveal her feet, then her ankles, then her calves. Her legs began to squirm in slow motion and her breath had little squeaks. I pushed the duvet further up to see her hips. A hand went over her eyes, palm up. I gently nudged her knees and she instantly spread them open. She pulled the cover all the way over her face. I leaned in and kissed her pelvic mound.

My cheek touched her lips there. I realized how wet she was. I looked and the sheet below her was soaking. She glistened. I brought my tongue to her there and she groaned sharply like she had been stabbed. I pressed my nose and then my whole face all over her there.

Her hands clasped my head and her fingers dug in and entwined with my hair. She pulled my face into her hard. I slipped a finger inside her. Her pussy ground up into my hand. Her hips bucked against my face so hard it was like I was getting punched. Her whole body seemed to lift off the bed and plunge back down.

I crawled up beside her but she was still embarrassed behind her hands. But she reached down and pushed my clothes off me and took me in her hand. “It’s okay?” she said, as though apologizing. She went down and kissed me there and said, “It’s still okay?” I was nodding like a woodpecker.

She took me deep into her mouth and pushed down, driving me to the back of her throat, then came back up and asked, “Still okay?”

That’s when I laughed and she laughed too. She had been teasing me. She went back down and wrapped her lips hard around me and pushed down deeply. She twisted her neck creating a corkscrewing motion on me. Sometimes she would hold me in her mouth while her tongue shot up and down the bottom and slinked around me like a snake.

She moved like this with her tight finger and thumb squeezing, taking me to the back of her throat. It was more than I could take and I tapped her on the head. She wouldn’t let go. She didn’t change her rhythm. She just dug her fingers into my ass harder. When I exploded in her mouth, she still didn’t stop. She kept pulling up and down with her fingers tight and kept me there, swallowing everything that came out.

She wiped herself off on the sheets and we fell asleep with our limbs all mixed up. Around three in the morning, I awoke to find her very slowly sucking on me again. I reached down and caught her ankle and pulled til her hips were over my face. I pushed my tongue inside and she gurgled with me deep in her mouth. I licked her in circles all around and she dripped on my face.

I used my fingers to part her lips and licked her clit. Her whole body went rigid and her hips bucked violently. She sat up on top of my face sitting backward with our fingers entwined. She ground her hips into my face and her whole body vibrated. She moaned out loud and her head fell back. I could feel her pussy clenching on my tongue and a wave of her juice gushed over my mouth.

She toppled off me and I rolled on top. I held my cock in my hand and touched its tip to her. She thrashed. Her nails cut into my shoulders. I could feel her heels dig into my back. I began to enter her. I could feel her pulsating inside. Her head began flailing back and forth. I pushed myself deeper. She felt tight, but her lubrication was so thick, I sank easily to the top.

Her chin pushed way back till she was facing the headboard and her elbows dug into the bed. Her whole chest seemed to rise up toward me. Her hands gripped the sheets like she was hanging on for life. I withdrew almost all the way and plunged back in. She cried out. I took her breasts in my hand, first one then the other, and twisted and pulled at her nipples. I felt deep inside her waves of a milking motion. Her pussy squeezed and sucked me. It felt hot as an oven inside her.

She collapsed back down then rose back up. Her cry made me worry about the neighbours. I flopped her over and pushed her on top. She was so light it was easy to just lift her like a doll. She seemed surprised to be tossed around.

Finding herself on top, she ground down with her hips. She was panting like a hunted animal. Her black matted hair was messy all over her face. Beads of sweat ran down between her breasts. Her mouth hung open and her eyes looked crazed. She kissed me all sloppy and rough like she forgot how. I grabbed both her breasts. Her hands clasped over mine and she sat back and rode me hard, her rhythmic moaning now deep and guttural.

She planted her hands on the bed one on each side of my face and her back took on a wave motion. As the wave travelled down to her tailbone, her hips curled forward. She moved on me like that, first slowly, then faster and faster. Her hair swept over my face. She breathed hard on me. I could feel her wetness run from her and down between my own legs.

The more my own breathing got shorter and broken, the more she snapped her spine, pounding me with her hips harder and deeper. I grunted and she dug into me.

She was losing herself. Her eyes were closed and her head flailed. I reached up and pulled her by the back of the neck down to me and kissed her hard and told her I was coming. She cried out. I could again feel her pussy in waves contracting and milking me. I exploded inside her.

She fell off me a second time that night and we both lay there catching our breath. I had only enough energy left to roll my head to the side to look at her. We both laughed. That was the last thing I remember of the middle of the night because we fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up alone. I heard noise in the kitchen. Kyoko had a towel on as an apron and had created breakfast out of what she found. She was dressed formally again and just as prim and serious as the day before.

We went sightseeing with my friend and his girlfriend. The whole day, Kyoko didn’t even hold my hand. She nodded and politely looked at whatever we showed her. They came for coffee and stayed for dinner. Kyoko created a great Japanese meal. We talked after, laughing and struggling with language. She didn’t touch me the whole day.

My friends left and I went to clean up the kitchen. I noticed Kyoko had disappeared. I found the bedroom door not quite shut. Inside, Kyoko was in bed again. The duvet was moving.

This went on for days. One time we came home from shopping. Before the door was closed, we were kissing deeply. The groceries ended up spilled all over the floor, her jeans were down around her ankles, and she was bent over holding herself up against the wall. I was standing behind her slamming myself hard past her soaking wet panties.

She came first, and collapsed. I held her up like a bag of sawdust, still ramming her limp body. When I came, she arched her back so far in a semi circle, her arms reached behind my neck. She twisted her face to kiss me. All this while her legs wrapped around my thighs. Just moments before, we were talking with my neighbour who was sitting on the front steps. Kyoko nodded and agreed and smiled, all politely and formally, dressed as always, so conservatively.

She was out with my friends’ girlfriend once shopping for clothes. When they came back, Kyoko was formal and polite, quiet and reserved. When my friend left, Kyoto came back toward me from the front door. I stopped chopping veggies to look. She stripped one thing off after another while walking, till she was completely nude but for new pink lace panties.

I reached to touch but she pushed me away. She pulled herself onto the edge of the counter and planted her feet against the fridge behind me, trapping me. She planted her hands on the counter behind her. In the tiniest, shyest Japanese voice, she said, slowly forming the words, “I need you to fuck me right now.”

I looked down and saw that the front of her panties bore the telltale dark patch of extreme wetness. I undid my pants and entered her like that. I went so slowly that she had an orgasm by the time our pelvises met. She banged her head on the cabinet behind her but showed nothing. She arched her back and bucked harder. After I came inside her and we pulled apart, she felt the back of her head and complained about a bump she didn’t remember getting.

We took the back seat of a tourist bus. I put my hand on her leg. She fluffed her skirt so that it fell over my hand. She pointed out the window and chattered and exclaimed as the crowded bus wound around the park. She took my wrist in her hand and she pushed me up her thigh. She asked questions about things out the window even while spreading her legs and pushing me further.

I began to rub her. There was so much wetness. She stopped talking but kept looking out the window, now with her forehead resting on it. She used squeezes on my wrist to indicate I should rub faster or slower.

The bus idled a long time while a line of people waited to get on. My finger entered her and she inhaled sharply, went all stiff, and shook. Outside the open window just a foot away were the tops of heads of people. I could feel deep inside her the squeezing and milking of her orgasm, and the gush of wetness when she bucked against my hand. I withdrew just as people arrived on seats around us. I looked her in the eyes and sucked my fingers into my mouth. She kept her gaze on mine and her eyes squinted.

Next morning over breakfast at a cafe, I took a pencil wrote the number “1” beside “9 PM.” She nodded all politely, writing “2,” then thinking with the pencil eraser on her lip before writing “11:30 PM.” I took back the pencil and wrote “3, 3 AM,” She nodded, and quickly wrote “4, 3:30.” I looked at her quizzically but she insisted by stabbing the pencil into the paper.

I finally nodded in agreement. “That’s right,” I said, and she nodded firmly.

I then wrote, “5, 8 AM.”

She nodded. “Good one,” she said. I looked around nervously and she laughed and covered her mouth. She grabbed the pencil, checked her watch and wrote “5.” Then she wrote “9:45” and turned the paper back to me. That was 15 minutes in the future.

I gulped my coffee with exaggerated rushing and she laughed again. We walked speedily up the street.

That time she wouldn’t allow me to do anything at all. I wasn’t allowed to move. She sucked me, she rode me, she rode my face, and she used her breasts to make me cum all over her chest. She got warm wet towels and washed us where I lay. I fell asleep like that.

I awoke around noon to find her gently sucking on me again. I tried to pull her up, but she ground down on me. Her hair was tied up and strands fell loose across her face. She made me cum again, inside her mouth. She exhausted me again and I fell back asleep.

I played the same trick on her later. When she finally awoke, she was already pouring wet over my tongue and face. When I entered her, her tiny fists pounded into the bed like she was beating it. Her head swivelled side to side like she was possessed. When finally her hips bucked like I knew they would, it was more violent than ever. I got off her and pressed her hips down hard with my arms to keep her on the bed and pressed my mouth onto her. She strained so hard I thought she was going to explode. Her pussy squirted all over my face.

I cleaned us up with a hot towel like she taught me. She slept curled up small inside my arms that she pulled around her. In the evening, when we got up for dinner, I pushed her back toward the bed, bent her over, and took her from behind, hard and fast.

After dinner I was watching TV. She came from the shower, stepped up on the couch, then squatted in front of me pushing her pussy right in my face, making me lick her. My head rolled back and she straddled my face like that until she came.

As night fell, I leaned out a window to smoke a rare cigarette, being exhausted. She had been putting on make-up for an hour because we were going out. She sat on the floor behind me looking like a doll and slid herself under and between my legs. She opened my fly and sucked me till I came, while I still leaned over the window watching people walk by.

I drove her back to the airport the next day. We exchanged letters for awhile. I kept track of her in the media a few years later because she rose in business as a spokesperson and then politics in Japan. In every picture at every opening or conference, she was always dressed in conservative business suits, always politely smiling.

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