[FM] My Time as a Whore in Japan, Part 3: My Favorite Night

Hi again! Sorry it’s been so long since the last time I wrote – life’s been a bit busy for me. I really also appreciate the people here for their feedback and the conversations I’ve been having with people. It’s really a lot of fun and (for the most part) people are so supportive!

If you haven’t read the first part of the story, it might not make sense. So you can read it [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qt8xc/fm_my_time_as_a_whore_in_japan_pt_1/)!

On with the story!

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The next “client” took a while to be arranged. After my second time, schoolwork got busy and I actually had to put whoring off to the side for a while. After experiencing something so exciting in a short amount of time, though, I couldn’t shake off my horniness – it also may have been thanks to the stress of schoolwork. This was around the time when I bought myself a vibrator (which took a surprising amount of effort in Japan) and spent a lot of nights myself masturbating while reading stories here and occasionally jumping into a text-only chatroom.

I kept getting calls and messages from Hana and Mr. Yanagi about when I would be free. I felt bad turning them down, but I’m pretty type-A when it comes to schoolwork and one thing I *definitely* didn’t want to do was let my grades slip due to this. I know that is like the most stereotypical Japanese thing but… I guess all I can say is stereotypes exist for a reason!

Another big part of it was that I was getting along really well with a coworker at my part-time job at the bookstore. I felt like I couldn’t do both the whoring myself out and dating seriously at the same time (unless, miraculously, the guy was into it) and so I kind of left both things hanging for a while. My coworker would ask me out, and I’d say “Not this weekend, sorry” and Mr. Yanagi would text me and I’d say “Not this weekend, sorry.” It kind of just added to the mountain of stress that I was already going under.

And so when a free weekend *did* pop up, I just decided whoever asked me first, that’s what I’d go with. Mr. Yanagi, like clockwork, texted as he always does (it was always the same – “Busy? From Yanagi.”). I told him I was available that weekend, and he gave me the details. I was to meet Mr. Yanagi at a nearby train station and he would drive me to go to this man’s apartment.

“He’s been asking about you for weeks,” Mr. Yanagi says as he drives. “Anyone else this obsessive I would never accept, but I know him, he’s all right. He knows what you can and can’t do, but… have you used a safe word before?”

“Yeah, a couple times,” I say, blushing. “Wait, am I going to need it?” I add.

“You probably won’t, but… just in case. Think of one you want to use before we get there.”

We ring the chime for this man’s apartment, and a tired-looking man opens the door. He smiles as he sees us and welcomes us in. I never got his age, but he was definitely much older than I was – I’d guess in his early 40s. He was actually pretty well built; he had a completely unremarkable face that I honestly cannot remember but what I do remember is him having some toned calves. He wore a plain t-shirt and shorts.

He introduces himself as Kenta. I introduce myself and we sit in the apartment’s tiny living room as he gives me some cold oolong tea (incidentally my favorite) and chat. He was very formal and professional about the whole thing. He asked me what my hobbies were, and we actually talked about a book we both liked when we found that common ground. Eventually, though, things took that turn to the sexual. We were all sitting around the table on the ground, and he asks me at one point to come sit in front of him.

I obey and sit between his legs as he wraps his arms around me as we talk.

“A cute girl like you shouldn’t be doing bad things like this,” he says, running his hands over my bare legs. I’m dressed how I normally am, in a dress, and so he just brushes the fabric aside when he gets to it.

“Well, a good man like you shouldn’t be doing this either,” I poke back.

He laughs. “I’m not too good. My ex-wife would agree with me too.” He continues to run his hands over my legs. “Mr. Yanagi says I can be a little mean to you today, is that okay?” He whispers in my ear.

I nod and say it’s fine.

“If I go too hard, just say ‘I give up’, okay?” He says. Well, so much for the safe word I was thinking of (It was “cookie” and I have no good reason for why cookie is always my safe word). I nod and tell him sure.

Kenta tells me to stand up and strip. I give a little glance at Mr. Yanagi, who’s still there. He just moves his chin at me in a “Do as he says” motion. I shoot him a bit of a pouty look as if to say “Fine, you perv,” and go on. I do it in what I think is the sexiest way I can, sliding off my underwear first, then taking off my bra under my dress and handing both to Kenta. I unzip my dress and let it all fall off in one motion. The cold air-conditioned room hardens my nipples immediately.

“Good,” Kenta mutters as he examines me. He runs a finger along my pussy, flicks my nipples, and we exchange one last round of formal pleasantries and a little bow before he gives me a deep kiss. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.

“Don’t make her cry,” Mr. Yanagi says from behind. I laugh.

As Kenta closes the door, he takes his clothes off. His cock is already stiff and hard as he takes it out, and it’s definitely the most impressive I’ve seen in Japan yet.

“What do you want to do right now?” He asks me. That wasn’t the question or order I was expecting. It caught me so off-guard, I just went with the first answer that popped into my head.

“I want to lick it,” I say. Before he even says anything else, I find myself lowering myself down to my knees. I realize then just how incredibly turned on and horny I am. All those recent nights of stress, the penetration-less masturbation and orgasm, it all comes to a head and I just want nothing than to make.. lust. Not love tonight. Just lust.

“What a nice girl,” he whispers as he dangles his cock to my face. I take my time, grabbing his cock with my hands as I start way down the shaft – down to his balls. I start by licking his balls while I jerk him. I move up to the base of his shaft, and run my tongue all the way up to the top where just the tastiest hint of salt is waiting for me. I absolutely love it. I jerk him off harder now that his cock’s a little wetter, and his foreskin slips right back. I kiss the tip of his cock and move my mouth down, taking his whole length into my mouth. I put my hands on his thighs and lean in until my nose is against his pelvis, his tip probing my throat. I hold it until I can’t breathe and I pull out with a big breath, his cock glistening in the soft light.

He must’ve been saying something but I honestly have lost myself at this point. I dive back in, sucking on his balls, running his slick cock all over my face in the process. I feel his hands grab my head as he drags my head back and points his cock back at my mouth. I open my mouth and take it in, letting him gently, rhythmically fuck my mouth. One hand steadies myself on his thigh, the other hand switches between teasing his balls and rubbing his other thigh.

After a couple minutes of that, he pulls me up and pushes me towards the bed. He’s all just grunts at this point. I look at him quizzically, unsure of what he wants. I crawl on the bed on my stomach, but he flips me over onto my back. I spread my legs and he moves himself right next to my face. He gently taps my mouth and I open it as he now kneels over me and sticks his cock in my mouth again. I lay there as he facefucks me, and he positions himself above me and goes faster, deeper, than before. My throat makes the sexiest little gagging noises as he fucks it.

One of his hands is permanently wrapped around my hair, tilting my head up a little to facilitate the facefucking. His other hand makes its way down to my pussy and he starts to finger me. One finger teases me open, and then two enter me. I open my mouth wide to moan. He pops his cock out and puts his fingers in my mouth as I taste myself for a brief second, then he switches the two again. As he fiercely pounds both ends, I feel myself closer and closer to orgasm.

He slips his hand out and straddles my face. I open my mouth and he plunges his cock in deep, then pulls out. I suck his balls and his shaft and he moves himself further up my face. *Oh, I see what you want.*

It’s all so dark with his thighs covering my face, but I open my mouth and extend my tongue, feeling around. I lick his balls, then move up, and finally find his asshole as I start tonguing it. He moans and his hand grabs my chest. He pinches a nipple and I yelp a little before he lowers himself right on my face for just a second, enough for me to feel just the slightest bit of panic.

He gets off of me. He grabs a condom and unwraps it, putting it on as I just take deep breaths and try to settle myself. He pushes my legs up over my head as he lines up his cock with my pussy and he enters me, hard. Thank god I was wet and the condom’s lubed – I feel my pussy stretch tight around him. He locks my legs up with his arms, hands pinned down on the bed, as he looks into my eyes and rams me hard. I moan and groan as he pumps every inch of himself into me and his grunting only turns me on even more. He puts some fingers in my mouth and I suck his fingers while he pounds me, hard.

After a little while – just as I was about to cum, too – he hops off of me and lays down on his back.

“On top,” he orders. I straddle him, hands on his chest, and I bounce my hips up and down, fucking myself on his cock. God, it felt so, so good. He puts his fingers in my mouth again, his other hand gripping my chest. He pinches hard, and I pull away a bit, but he pulls me back forward and keeps pinching them. At one point, he yanks so hard I have to say “Give, give!” and he stops.

He pulls me off of him and he lays me back on my back. He fingers me and switches between plunging them into my mouth to lick off and rubbing them along my face. He moves between my legs again, this time just letting me spread them open myself. His cock buries into me one more time. He grabs my hands and puts them over my head, holding them down with one hand, while the other now is almost all the way inside my mouth. Two fingers, three, then four, preventing me from saying a word as his lower body just hammers into mine. HIs grunts are almost fiece shouts as he just *fucks* me. This time around, I’m so close to orgasm that as he starts this and falls into a rhythm, I feel the warmth overcome me and I feel my pussy clench around his cock and I orgasm, creaming myself all over his cock. I open my eyes and look at him, trying to communicate that I had gone, but he wasn’t looking at me – he was just intently pounding into me. With one final thrust, he leaves himself in, lays on top of me, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me as he cums.

He picks himself up and I just lay there, tired. I haven’t been this tired after sex in years. He thanks me several times and goes into the bathroom next to the bedroom. He encourages me to use the shower.

I wait until he’s done, and then use the restroom myself to clean my face and shower and pee. I realize all my clothes are still outside in the living room. I gingerly open the door to the room and I see Kenta and Mr. Yanagi talking, watching TV, and I step out, wrapped in a towel. I scurry to my underwear and dress, pick it up, and scurry back to the bedroom to put everything back on. I’m laughing at myself for being somehow embarrassed with these two men looking at me even though I had just had sex with one of them. But horny Kate and post-sex Kate.. I really am a different person before and after.

Kenta and I exchange thank-yous, and he says that Mr. Yanagi already got the payment. Mr. Yanagi teases that I’ll have a bit of it deducted because of the couple weeks I had kept him waiting. I start to protest and he says he’s just kidding. Kenta says that it was well worth the wait and that, if I ever wanted a husband, he was right there for me. I laugh and I tell him I’ll keep him in my thoughts.

And you know what, if nothing else works out… hey, if he can fuck me like that regularly, I might actually consider it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8vca26/fm_my_time_as_a_whore_in_japan_part_3_my_favorite