Aiko was a twenty-two-year-old office girl from Shinjuku who looked innocent in her pencil skirt but was nothing but a cock-hungry slut once the lights went down. She met me in a tiny love hotel off Kabukicho after a night of heavy drinking. The second the door clicked shut she dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out like she had been waiting all week.
She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard, no teasing, just wet slurping sounds filling the room. Her tongue worked the underside while her hand stroked the shaft fast and tight. Spit ran down my balls and she didn’t wipe it away. She looked up with those dark eyes and said, “I want you to fuck my Japanese pussy until I can’t walk straight.”
I grabbed her hair and pushed deeper. She gagged but kept going, throat opening up for every inch. When I pulled out she stood, hiked her skirt, and bent over the bed. No panties. Her ass was small and round, pussy already glistening. I slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and dripping. Every stroke made a loud wet smack as I bottomed out.
Aiko pushed back hard, meeting every thrust. “Harder,” she grunted. “Fuck me like a cheap whore.” I did. I pounded her cunt until the bed slammed against the wall. Her juices coated my cock and ran down her thighs. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in quick circles, moaning louder with every slap of skin.
I flipped her onto her back, yanked her blouse open, and sucked on her small dark nipples while I kept driving into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked me in. Her pussy clenched every time I hit the right spot. She came first, body shaking, eyes rolling back, a string of Japanese curses spilling out mixed with English. “Cum inside me,” she begged.
“Fill this Japanese cunt.”
I unloaded deep, pumping thick ropes until it leaked out around my shaft. She didn’t let me pull out right away. She kept squeezing, milking every drop. When I finally slid free she spread her legs wider so I could watch the mess drip onto the sheets.
She wasn’t done. She rolled onto all fours again and reached back to spread her ass cheeks. “Now the other hole,” she said. I spit on her tight little asshole and pushed in slow at first, then harder once she relaxed. She fingered her own pussy while I fucked her ass, two holes stuffed and used. The room smelled like sex and sweat. Her moans turned into one long broken sound as she came again, ass gripping my cock like a vice.
We switched positions all night. She rode me facing away so I could watch her ass bounce. She got on top facing me and leaned down so her tits brushed my chest while she ground her clit against me. Every time I got close she slowed down or pulled off, keeping me on edge until she wanted another load. By morning she had taken three more in her pussy and one across her face, thick streaks running down her cheeks onto her small breasts.
Aiko left the hotel with my cum still leaking down her thighs under her skirt, walking a little bow-legged but smiling. She texted me later that day asking when we could do it again. Those Japanese girl sex stories you hear about? She lived every filthy one of them.
