Chapter 16: You Like Thinking About Men

“You like thinking about men fucking you, don’t you, Fumiko-chan?”

Johan lowers his mouth to hers, kisses her gently, those soft brushes of his lips against hers, that gentle sealing of his mouth to hers, that slow slide of his tongue into her mouth as her lips part, her mouth opens to accept him, and in her mind, what’s left of it, she loves what he’s doing to her.

Her mouth is his.

Fumiko-chan is his too.

She just hasn’t realized that yet.

“Yes, I do,” Fumiko murmurs as if to herself, dreamily, one hand teasing herself, the other stroking Johan’s cock. Her hand is almost familiar with the feel of him now. She’s enjoying holding him in her fingers, feeling his arousal. Like a lot of girls, she has fantasized about this. Now it’s not fantasy. She’s holding an erect male cock in her hand.

“I think you’d like something else too, Fumiko-chan.” Johan stands slowly, his hands lowering Fumiko’s feet to the floor, sitting her upright as he stands, and standing, his cockhead almost brushing her cheeks.

One of his hands gently grips her ponytail, the other grips her hand, still clasping his cock, and brushes his cockhead across her cheeks.

“This is something bad girls like you do to arouse men even more. Open your mouth, Fumiko-chan.”

She looks up at him questioningly, but her lips part, his cockhead brushes across them, pushes a little, and his cockhead eases into her mouth, her teeth lightly scraping before she opens wide to admit him. His cockhead has vanished from sight, her lips are sealed to his cock, and she swallows convulsively.

I remember that myself. I think any girl would remember that first cock in her mouth, and watching Fumiko on my LCD, I know exactly what Fumiko is experiencing from that expression on her face. His size in her mouth, resting on her tongue so that her mouth floods with saliva. It’s big, like sliding a whole sausage, a big thick sausage, into your mouth except it’s not a sausage that you can bite a piece off. It’s there, your mouth opened wide to accept it, your lips pressing against it, warm and soft-hard at one and the same time. It’s alive on your tongue, and your tongue can’t help exploring.

Mine couldn’t, and I’m sure Fumiko’s can’t either.

Taste. There’s that taste, like nothing she’s tasted before.

Salty. Slightly bitter. Astringent. Tangy. A little pungent but it’s not something that doesn’t taste good. It’s different, that’s all, and I watch as Fumiko swallows again. She’s not resisting at all. She’s accepting what’s happening. She’s learning. She moves her head, but not back. She slides her lips slowly downwards and she must know a little about blowjobs. Her dad’s manga? Online video? It doesn’t matter. She has an idea of what she should be doing.

Johan smiles down at her and releases her ponytail. “That’s good, Fumiko-chan. I like that, it’s very sexually arousing for me. Please don’t stop.”

Fumiko doesn’t stop.

She doesn’t even think of stopping.

She draws her lips back a little, her hand clasping his cock, letting him slide from her mouth, but it’s not to stop. It’s to examine his cock, and she does. She tilts her face up and smiles at him as she licks her lips.

Johan smiles back down at her, waiting. His cock is wet with her saliva, and then, very slowly and gently, she kisses the tip wetly, exploring that little hole with the tip of her tongue, licking his glans, holding his cock up and licking the underside, her other hand cupping his scrotum, weighing his testicles.

“There’s lots of semen for you in there,” Johan says.

Fumiko glances up at him, then down to his balls before drawing back a little and opening her mouth wide, sliding her lips over his cockhead, pausing as she feels his cockhead on her tongue once more before sliding her lips slide down his shaft, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her face, her expression, her willingness, all say she’s enjoying this.

I wonder if he’ll cum in her mouth?

I wonder if Fumiko Suematsu will enjoy that?

Now or later, she’s going to learn to swallow semen.

That’s something almost every one of Johan’s clients enjoys.

Mouth-fucking those girls of his and watching them swallow every drop.

Johan smiles down at her, brushing some loose hair back from her face as she leans forward a little, her head bobbing as she eases those beautifully kissable lips down his shaft. He’s not forcing this at all, he’s letting her set her own pace, released from the inhibitions and cultural constraints that she’s grown up with, letting that cocktail of drugs and her own desires drive her for now.

Her lips are sliding further and further down his cock as she becomes more familiar with what she’s doing, but I can see that the position she’s in, sitting on the edge of that chair, is awkward for her. So can Johan.

“Kneel on the floor for me,” he says quietly, easing himself back a little, drawing her with him. His cock pops from her mouth, bouncing against her face, leaving a wet smear on her cheek.

She’s licking her lips as she slides to her knees on the carpet, her hands on Johan’s hips balancing herself, opening her mouth wide without being asked as Johan guides his cock to her lips.

“Guugguuggggugghh,” she gulps, swallowing, as he eases his cock inwards, that slow bobbing of her head resuming. She’s taking more of his length now, almost half of him, and from the way her lips and cheeks and jaw move, she’s licking him, she’s sucking on him, she’s tasting him with every swallow. She sure doesn’t look like a complete beginner.

She must have watched a few of her dad’s porn videos, I guess.

Johan is thinking the same thing. He eases his cock out of her mouth, wipes it across one cheek, his hands taking hers and guiding her to her feet. She’s tiny beside him. The top of her head is a little below his shoulder. She’s slender, his arms are thicker than those coltishly slender thighs. Her angelic face tilts upwards, looking up at him, flushed and acquiescent, her body burning with that desire she now feels.

A desire that her mind accepts unthinkingly.

A desire that her body increasingly wants assuaged.

An increasingly hot desire that Johan intends to throw gasoline on.

He takes one of those soft little hands in his and leads her those three or four steps across the room to that large bed, covered in a black sheet, pillows and cushions at the head and foot. It’s not a bed that’s made for sleeping.

It’s a bed made for sex, but Fumiko Suematsu doesn’t understand that. Not yet.

In that haze, it wouldn’t matter if Fumiko Suematsu did know.

She walks towards that bed wanting what comes next.

Johan’s going to give her what her body wants.

That bed is made for hard hard sex.

So is Fumiko Suematsu.

Johan turns, he picks up Fumiko, one arm under her thighs, the other behind her back, and he lifts her and places her in the center of the bed, lying on her back, moving to lie beside her, propped up on one elbow, his forearm beneath her shoulders, his cock resting on one of her thighs, long and hard, his other hand resting on that taut, flat belly.

Beside her on the bed, he dwarfs her, and he’s smiling down at her. A smile filled with anticipation, because Johan knows what comes next. He’s completely in control, Fumiko Suematsu is on her back, lost in that haze of desire that fills her to overflowing, ready to be taken.

Once more Johan kisses her gently, tenderly, the way a boyfriend would kiss an innocent girl like Fumiko Suematsu. Her eyes half-close, her mouth opens wide to his, her body nestles a little closer to him. She must be aware of her nakedness. She must be aware of Johan’s nakedness and his arousal resting on her thigh, but for the moment, she’s lost in the pleasure of that lengthy kiss. I hope for her sake that she’s savoring that long gentle kiss, because I doubt many of her clients will kiss her like that over the next few weeks.

Those clients, they won’t want to kiss her lips. They’ll want to jam their cock past her lips and mouth-fuck her. They’ll want to use her mouth the way they’ll use every other orifice she possesses, but all that’s in her future when this was filmed. In that moment, in this scene, it’s almost as if Johan is seducing her, and in a way, he is. He’s making sure she’s enjoying herself before he opens her for business, because if she enjoys this, she’ll give the johns better service.

Johan continues to kiss her, but now that hand on her belly is moving, moving to cup one of her small firm boobs and he squeezes that swollen and engorged nipple gently. He’s barely touched her breasts before this, and that single squeeze of her nipple brings a muffled cry of pleasure from Fumiko’s mouth, an arch of her back, and a jerk of her hips as that pleasure she feels feeds that growing heat at her center. It’s an internal heat that’s not visible on the film, but to someone who can read her face and the surprised and excited innocence of her body’s reactions, it’s evident that Fumiko Suematsu’s nipples are as sensitive as her other erogenous zones. It’s evident that this is new to her, but she likes it.

That muffled moan from her occupied mouth and the way she half turns towards Johan, pressing that boob against his hand, is more evidence, if any more evidence is needed, that Fumiko Suematsu is hooked on the sensual pleasure Johan is inflicting on her body. Cupping her firm little boob, his mouth leaves hers and trails kisses over her beautiful little breasts. They’re gorgeous. Small, tautly firm, with those large reddish-brown nipples that are made for men to squeeze and tease and suck and lick, and that’s what Johan does.

He flicks those nipples with his tongue, he licks them, and he sucks on them. Sucking hard, so that Fumiko arches her back and pushes her boob at his mouth. She’s discovering her own body, Johan is teaching her, and right now, she’s a willing student. She may not be so eager once she realizes why she’s being taught, but under Johan’s expert tutelage, she’s learning that her boobs can bring her a pleasure that she’s only just discovering.

She doesn’t yet know that the sight of her breasts will inflame men, the taste of her milky innocence will drive them frantic, those swollen and engorged nipples will drive them to abuse and use them for their own pleasure, not hers. Her pleasure will be incidental to those men who will use her in that near future, but when this was filmed, that was in her future.

In this film, when this was filmed, she knows nothing of that. All she knows is that Johan’s hand and mouth on her are feeding that shivery hot excitement within her own body, and that her body, the sight and the taste and the feel of her boobs, are exciting Johan.

Her body is sexually arousing Johan, she knows that. She understands that. She enjoys that, just as Johan’s hard male body, and the demands he is making on her, are sexually arousing for her. His mouth suckles on her. His hand slides down, over her belly, brushing the upper limits of her sparse black pubic hair, soaking wet with her excitement, plastered to her skin, sliding down further to cup her sex, and in that hot tide of excitement, her knees fall apart, making that space that his hand needs to slide downwards at the juncture of her thighs and cup her fully.

“Put your hands above your head for me, Fumiko-chan,” Johan says gently, his voice not quite a whisper, not demanding, lifting his mouth from her milky-sweet little boob, his hand on her sex, pressing lightly, exploring again.

Fumiko obeys with a slight gasp, lifting her hands, her arms, lying them on the black sheet above her head obediently, enjoying the way this exposes her body even more completely to him. His hand is on her sex, excitement ripples through her body as his finger presses inwards, between her labia, his fingertip finding her entrance and there’s no hesitation now. Johan knows what he wants, and he knows there’s no resistance in Fumiko Suematsu. None at all. The drugs have seen to that.

She’s very aware of what’s happening to her. She’s acquiescent, even eager, and there’s no resistance at all. Only an eagerly accepting excitement and her own desire, which Johan’s caresses and his words are constantly feeding. The drugs haven’t aroused her in and of themselves. What they’ve done is eliminate her inhibitions, they’ve taken away her ability to think clearly, relaxed her, enhanced her sensitivity, so that any stimulation is amplified, any arousal is magnified, over and over so that now, as she lies on that bed, her entire body is a roiling collection of sensation, pleasure, and heated sensuality, all of which Johan has been feeding, and now he adds a little more to the mix.

Penetration of her sex.

His hand is cupping her sex, the camera eases in as his fingertip presses inwards, parting her swollen labia, her juices wet around that pressure. Fumiko feels what’s happening, her body reacts without thought, reacting as her instincts and her body and her desires demand. Her thighs part a little, and then a little further, exposing her sex for him. Her slender hips quiver, her back arches a little, her lips part as she gasps, her eyes suddenly wider, rounder as she realizes what’s about to happen.

To her. To her body. To her sex. For the first time.

Her sex is about to be penetrated.

“When you put your arms above your head like that, Fumiko, it exposes you to men’s eyes, it’s as if you are surrendering yourself to them, and when a girl looks like you, men find that incredibly arousing.”

Fumiko looks up at him, her eyes drinking in his face above hers, his eyes running over her body, and her body stirs, her back arching a little. She’s displaying herself to Johan, she knows that, she’s aware of what the sight of her naked body is doing to him, and she likes that.

“It is arousing for me, too, Mr. Johan-san,” she whispers, her knees twitching a little further apart.

Johan smiles down at her, his body pressed against her side, his erection lying on her thigh a reminder of the demands a male can place on an innocent and virginally nubile young girl. A girl who’s ready to be taken. Ready to be used. Ready for sex. Whether she likes it or not.

A girl like Fumiko Suematsu.

Johan’s hand is cupping her sex. She’s naked. A man’s hand is on her, intimately, touching her where she’s vaguely aware no man should touch her, not yet, but he is and his fingers caressing her where she’s so wet, so hot, so sensitive, and the pleasure of his touch is almost unbearable. Fumiko wants it, she wants more and when his thumb strokes around her clitoris, she almost chokes with the sensations she’s experiencing.

Her own fingers have never made her feel like this. Never.

Fumiko’s hands rest on the bed above her head, clutching at air as he brings her that gloriously exquisite friction where her body wants it. Her mouth works silently, and I know she wants to moan and squeal and sob out loud but her inexperience restrains her. It’s not inhibitions and shyness or embarrassment. Thanks to that drug cocktail she’s consumed and which has now reached almost its full effect on her, she has no inhibitions. She’s not constrained by convention, she’s forgotten all about those and she’s not embarrassed in the slightest.

No, it’s only inexperience. She doesn’t yet know how to moan and sob and cry out her excitement. In time she well, but now she’s in the moment, and that moment is the pleasure and excitement that a man’s hands on her can bring. She’s shivering, she’s limp, she’s acutely aware of her nakedness now, she’s excited by that, excited knowing Johan is naked beside her, and she wants what he’s doing to her. Through that cloudy haze of pleasure and sensation and excitement and sensual arousal that fills her mind, she somehow knows that this is what she’s made for.

“You, Fumiko-chan, are made for men to enjoy,” Johan says, his words echoing through her mind, reinforcing what she’s thinking, if you could call what’s passing through her mind thoughts. He smiles. “You’re made for men to fuck.”

“Yes,” she sobs, knowing that he’s right.

She’s aware of her attractiveness. She’s been aware of men looking at her for as long as she can remember, and she knows what she does to men. Johan’s words reverberate through her mind. She is. She’s made for men to enjoy. Her body is made to attract them and inflame them with desire. She’s seen them eyeing her legs, her butt, her face, her breasts. She’s seen the sales for her junia aidoru magazines. Her breasts are small and firm and beautiful. She knows they are, and she knows men look at them all the time.

They stare at her breasts, and now she does something she has imagined doing with a man. Her hands slide down to her body, to her sides, they slide upwards, and she cups her breasts with her own hands, caresses them with her own fingers, brushes her swollen nipples with her thumbs, liquid heat filling her insides as she sees his eyes watching, looking at her the way other men have looked, but this time there’s a difference.

She’s naked, and so is he, and he’s a man. He’s not a boy. He’s not Japanese either. He’s an American man, forbidden and exciting. He’s an American man with a man’s desires and gazing up into his eyes, she sees lust. She see’s desire. Lust and desire for her. The lust and desire that inspires a man to take a girl like her and...

“Do you want to, with me?” she gasps, half turning, wanting his mouth on her once again. Not just his mouth. Him. His body. A man. “Are you going to?”

“Going to what?” Johan breathes, his fingertip pushing gently at her delicate little entrance, so wet and so ready, his thumb brushing featherlite around her swollen little clitoris, so engorged, so hypersensitive. He knows her sensitivity has been enhanced by those drugs. He knows they’ve killed her inhibitions, and now he’s intent on pleasuring her, of working on her so that she will not resist and she’s reached that point. She’s asking him, and he smiles.

“Are you going to ... to have sex with me?” Fumiko sobs, offering him her breast, hovering on a plateau of pleasure and sensation and anticipation and excitement and suspense and longing and fear that she’s never felt before, and it’s so overwhelming, so intense, so pervasive, filling her to bursting.

“Yes,” Johan says, smiling down at her. “I am.”

His mouth accepts her offering as his fingertip eases into her entrance, opening her, a slow and gentle digital penetration pushing inwards, into her sex, a touch so intimate, so sensual, so impossibly pleasurable that Fumiko is lost in the moment of that surrender, and it’s not just those drugs that now leave her limp and helpless.

It’s her own overwhelming desire, her body’s natural reaction, and her mind has surrendered long ago. Now it’s her body that surrenders, her thigh muscles quivering tightly, then relaxing, her stomach muscles tightening, then loosening as his fingertip eases through her entrance. Inside her? I can see that knowledge on her face, reflected in that widening of her eyes, those perfect white teeth that bite her lower lip for a single moment before those lips part to form a rounded “O” for that sudden exhalation of her breath at the first gentle penetration.