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The Gaijin He had been in the hotel the last 4 days... she had taken His breakfast in every morning, returned to make His bed in the day.. she had touched His clothes, smelt His scent... she had seen some of the pictures He had taken, stolen glances.. images of her city, the girls, their adornments, their beauty... other images hinting of a darkness that terrified her, excited her, entranced her..... The second morning she had entered the room, He was in the bathroom, she had just placed His breakfast tray onto the bedside table, when the door opened and He walked out, dripping, towel wrapped around His waist, clinging to His thighs as He walked over to the food... her eyes fixed at His groin, seeing the towelling move as His cock hung loose, damp beneath... she inhaled sharply, quickly looking up to see if He had noticed her fascination... disappointment flooding her when she realised He had not even glanced upon her... she did not exist....... The third morning she had entered His room again.... as before He was in the bathroom, this time the door was open-wide.... she placed the tray carefully, silently and turned... He was standing at the toilet, His cock in His hand, piss spurting in a fast hot stream into the bowl... she stood transfixed... a heat spreading over her flesh... glancing upwards she caught His eye in the mirror alongside the sink.... she panicked, humiliation coursing through her.... so certain He had been smiling....... On the fourth morning she had shook as she walked to His door, the crockery on the tray rattling... she took a deep breathe as she entered... the room was empty.... a groan escaped her lips, one of relief and frustration... the bed was rumpled, two glasses stood on the table, an empty bottle of wine.. a heady musky scent in the air... her skin prickled, yet she didn't know why... on impulse she lay down on the messed up sheets, inhaling deeply, her imagination running wild, His images flickering through her mind... tormented, by what she didn't know, she found her hands gripping at the sheet, her body writhing and grinding onto the bed, one hand driven to grip herself between her legs, squeezing hard.... the slam of a door down the corridoor shocking her back to herself... with a shake of her head she swiftly made up the room and left...... The night had been one of broken sleep, of dreams she didn't understand, of stallions pissing, of clinging to the horses back, it's motion awakening her arousal... of the Gaijun's smile... of the unmade bed.... she'd awoken with her hand rubbing frantically at her wet pussy... her alarm jolting her from her need, denying her satisfaction... and so it was, that in this heightened state, she arrived at work on this morning... determined to be noticed.. driven to be bold... so, so scared... so, so needy... Moving around the bustle of colleagues, collecting her trays and linen.. working through her other rooms as if automated, mechanically bedmaking, breakfast serving.. her mind blocking what it was she was working towards incase thoughts changed it.... finally one room left.... she took her break, going to the washroom... locking herself in the toilet stall, hoisting her skirt up, turning over the waistband to raise the hem... sliding her long socks down a fraction so a few inches of smooth thigh could be revealed... slipping off her panties..... unhooking her scrap of lace bra... undoing one extra shirt button.... leaving the stall she stood at the mirror... observing her young face bare of make up... eyes bright, she scooped her hair up fixing it in a loose bun at the nape of her narrow neck, allowing long tendrils to fall around her face... in the absence of cosmetics she pinched her cheeks sharply and bit at her soft full lips to coax the flush of blood to them.... for the final touch her reached into her pocket and withdrew the ribbons she had hidden there... a crimson length wrapped around her slender throat, tied in a bow under her gathered hair... a thinner Scarlet length wound over the fine bones of her wrist....... one last look at her innocent self... a hard twist of each nipple, watching them harden and redden, a sweep of a finger through her slit anointing the soft flesh behind her earlobe with eau-de-cunt...... one deep breathe and....... stomach churning, bowel cramping, mind in a whirl, door opening, a seconds hesitation... He is there... sitting in the bed, as if waiting, knowing..... approaching each step placed carefully, eyes fixed on the tray, focus, focus.... blinking has her knees touch the bed, lowering to rest the tray on His lap, fingers feeling His body under the thin sheet, pulling them away as if burnt.... dizzy.... standing, rushing to the window, drawing back the blinds, taking refuge in the space between them... His words reach her eyes 'I'm not comfortable... could you make me comfortable?' did she imagine the mocking tone in His voice, if she did she didn't care... she turned, nodding, moving back towards Him... no turning back now... Biting softly on bottom lip, leaning over Him as her hands reach behind His broad shoulders to shift His pillows.... she feels His breath on her neck, hears Him inhale her arousal.... small breasts heaving as her own breath quickens.. He is still, hands on the bed... a questioning look on His face, amused perhaps..... 'Thank you.... ' His voice low, commanding..'now that tray isn't resting stable, it needs to be moved' she lowers,hands taking the sides of the tray, as her hair falls over His chest He reaches for a strand, winding it expertly around His fingers... she slides the tray to the other side of the bed... His hold on her hair preventing her from standing.... her head held looking down at the sheet, His cock clearly outlined under the thin fabric, hard, big...... she whimpers... a sound of desire, of fear, or want... He smiles... 'I'm hot'... she understands, fingers grip sheet edges, tugging them down exposing His groin.... He tightens His twist on her hair.... her hands are trembling, fingertips grazing over His Manflesh... her lips parting... eyes half closed.... she frees the scarlet silk from her wrist, trailing it over His cock, mesmerised by its strange beauty, drunk with lust.... suddenly aware of His moving hand, sliding under her shirt, reaching the thigh, dancing over her pussy lips, felt their wetness cling to His dry fingers, coating them with want.... instinctively her hips circle and buck.... he feels her movement and with one swift guided yank pulls her head down, mouth barely touching His cock tip, holding her there... her moans washing over his shaft... her murmured...'pleaseeeee'..... one final tug.... one thrust of His fingers... her mouth encases the hard Meat hungrily... cunt clenches tight around His digits..... her small frame rocking back and forth, mouth to cock, fingers to cunt.. lost....... He knows He has her, yet He plays the long game... releasing the strand He grips her throat in His hand, pulling her upwards... looking down at her swollen,drooling lips, glazed eyes... her trembling thigh, glistening slit..... he slaps her face harshly, to sharpen her mind back to the room... she cries out... 'noo...' .... He laughs softly 'go, little one.. I have other things to do.... but.... come back... if You dare, if You are ready...' she feels a slap of humiliation on her bare arse cheek as she turn to flee the room.... cheeks burning with shame... clit throbbing... cunt dripping down her thighs.... rushing to the washroom, locking the door, rubbing herself to sweet release... tears of frustration streaming down her face.... |
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Wow! Fabulous story. Awesome, erotically charged. Thank you. 
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Thank You.... My sweet critic!!!, xxxx
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Are you of Asian decent?
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No, but my 'Director' lived in Tokyo for 5years
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