In less than a minute all four girls were sitting upright on edge of the huge bed wearing only their garter belts, stockings, and skirts. And by now all four had hitched their skirts up. Masayo’s skirt was all the way up to her garter belt and while her knees were getting further and further apart as she got more and more excited. She was clearly inviting the men to ravish her, and to do so now. And her nipples were like two very large peas—so round and hard.
All of this the two men took in and enjoyed, savoring their wine. The men’s lack of action now teased the girls. “My pearl was aching so much, she wanted to feel a man inside her,” Masayo later confided to Albert.
Little in life could match this incandescent level of pleasure—the power the two men felt as they watched the four girls vie with each other for the men’s attention.
(And as both men knew from experience, it was going to get very loud, very soon.)
It had started with Masayo, but very soon all four girls had hitched their skirts up to their waists. As none was wearing panties, their dark shadows were clear to see, even in the modest soft light of the writing desk’s lamp.
Nasherton stood and walked over to the bed.
The first girl—it was Suki—looked up and brought her knees up, her hands were now on her knees and she opened her legs. Her breasts were round, sagging the slightest amount, and her breathing shortened; she was more than ready.
Nasherton then walked around the foot of the bed to the other side, to review Masayo who was in same position. Nasherton could not help but notice a small dark patch on the strict and starched white hotel sheets. James smiled—Masayo was so excited that some of her juices had already made a small wet spot—there were no panties to absorb the wetness. As Nasherton approached, Masayo slowly moved her hands from her knees, up her inner thigh to her garter belt. It was easy for her to use her fingers to open her lips. At the top of her lips Nasherton could see her large round pink pearl. James smiled—he had seen some large clits in his time, but this was by far the largest, and all of her lower lips were dashed with wetness. Nasherton decided she would be the last one “in the rotation”—by forcing her to be last she would be begging for it, just as Albert had recommended.
This mock inspection took minutes and the girls were getting more and more excited.
Albert, still seated, then said, “Girls, please show James our little surprise.”
This time their level of excitement (and their desire to be serviced, and serviced as soon as possible) trumped any faux modest giggles.
The four girls stood up from the edge of the bed and removed their skirts, placing the skirts in a neat pile on the large chair in the corner of the room. All four girls wore identical white garter belts and white stockings.
The four girls stood naked apart from their garter belts and stockings. Nasherton noticed a curious thing: their feminine hairs had all been trimmed short, but even more curious was that they had been shaved in such a way that they each had roman numerals from “I” to “IIII.”
Nasherton laughed at this piece of theater, and said, “Albert, this reminds me of one of my trips to Hong Kong. I was at one of the better whore houses in Kowloon where all the girls wore just an enameled medallion with a number hanging around their necks on a brass chain. I seem to remember I had Number 5 and Number 17 that night. But your approach, Albert, is more in keeping with the spirit of the event.”
“Thank you ladies, please sit down on the bed together, please,” Nasherton requested.
The two men could see each of the four was slowly going mad with desire to feel a man inside her.
Nasherton smiled and said, sotto voce, “we are driving them crazy.”
Albert nodded. Nasherton poured more white wine, and said,
“Leave the girls stew in their own juice, as it were, for a moment.”
(He knew that the forced delay would make all four lubricate even more.)
The two men’s attention now returned to the four girls who were now so excited that they were all giggling and panting. Nasherton noticed with approval that the presence of these two powerful men had affected the other three girls as welclass="underline" the three other girls now all had tiny wet dots under them, although they all tried to hide their wet spot—Power As The Ultimate Aphrodisiac.
Albert asked how they liked meeting Coco.
At the mention of Gabrielle Chanel’s name, the girls burst into a plethora of thanks.
The room was not cold, but now all the girls’ nipples were taut and erect. The teasing phase was the one all men enjoy the most. And knowing that the sensation would be one of a very smooth entry into an extremely wet, but at the same time young and tight, Japanese gem.
And the girls were so excited, as they constantly crossed and uncrossed their legs, not out of modesty, but to be able to increase their excitement by squeezing themselves.
Albert sat at the writing table with the still chilled Bordeaux white, smoking. He was interested to see Nasherton’s play acting with the girls. After a long while, Nasherton removed his suit jacket and sat on the bed evenly dividing the girls into two pairs. Masayo—the short one with the huge chest—was first to act, which was not surprising as she was already starting to pant, and the panting was not light—her breathlessness was not forced and the panting made her huge chest rise and fall ever so slightly. She was panting just from anticipation—neither man had actually touched her. Uncontrollable desire on her part made her recklessly—her hand on Nasherton’s knee as a matter of formality. Then, instantly, she slid it all the way up and she was confidently stroking him. She wore her hair in an elegant Parisian page-boy bob; the color was a very dark brown with the slightest hint of some blonde highlights, the overall effect was dazzling. The instant she started stroking Nasherton—and Nasherton was very hard—Masayo’s panting increased and she leant over and kissed Nasherton’s neck, brushing against him with her nipples.
During this foreplay and teasing, the other three girls were undressing Nasherton so his hands were free to first cup, and then squeeze Masayo’s huge breasts. Nasherton found them to be soft but surprisingly firm, and he himself was getting even harder. After Suki had wiggled off Nasherton’s trousers, after first having removed his shoes, Masayo got on her knees and put Nasherton into her mouth. At first, just the head, and then all the shaft—she loved that slight gagging when a big man’s head reached her throat. Naturally enough, Nasherton had some early milk, which she licked with the tip of her tongue—a little salty but not unpleasant, she thought.
All the time Masayo was on her knees she was moaning loudly, as the act of sucking was exciting her even more.
As Albert had explained to Nasherton earlier, all Japanese women think it an honor to be allowed to “dine.” And the ultimate delight was to be able to swallow all of a man’s milk.
“They’re very different in that respect to white women, aren’t they?”
Albert agreed, and went on, ever the analytical German,
“There are other major differences as well. For one thing, Japanese women all climax four or five times and you can often feel the early contractions and pulsations the moment you enter. More and more these days, white women cannot complete—they get close but then you have to stop and they are forced to resort to the crude and primitive act of using their own fingers. In contrast, these Japanese girls are essentially walking, slightly chilled, orgasms.”