Sex and the British & Commonwealth Occupying Force in Japan
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Chapter 4: Chisako and Yui
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Chisako and Yui - Aussie Major Bill Walters chases money and sex in post WW2 Japan. He is a coward, opportunistic, money hungry and cynical user of women who finds himself in charge of the BCOF's (British & Commonwealth Occupying Force) vice and liquor and licencing section. A necessary setup because of the 400,000 American and 40,000 Commonwealth soldiers stationed there. It was a marriage made in heaven, Dracula running the blood bank, a child let loose in a candy shop or even worse. These are his memories.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial White Male Oriental Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the the chapters in order.
I was giving my 28-year-old Japanese translator, Yui Sasaki a one-gun salute as she leant over my office desk as I ploughed her from behind. My doggie-style fucking, that I called a one-gun salute as I was a soldier: an Australian major, though that rank was undeserved, in the BCOF. The BCOF was the British and Commonwealth Occupying Force in Japan from 1946 to 51, though the Yanks’ 450,000 far outnumbered our 25,000 personnel and were really in control. Therefore, I thought it appropriate to call it a one-gun salute.
Anyway, whatever it was called, Yui was wailing her pleasure as I grunted and worked from behind her, trying to give me the greatest amount of satisfaction possible. Her full 34C tits were swaying and bouncing, and if it wasn’t for my heavy office desk she rested against, I am sure I would have driven her across the room.
She had become the perfect fuck after I had blackmailed her into sex when her younger sister, after her 19-year-old sister, Nanase, who was my maid and sex toy, had disappeared, presumed kidnapped by some sex ring. Well, I thought, they would have a well-trained and now willing slut after 6 months as my maid. But more importantly, it gave me the opportunity to fuck her attractive, widowed older sister, who had rejected my attempts to bed her, in return for using my powers to find her sister.
Powers I had somehow acquired due to a typical Army fuckup, aided by my stabbing a few backs, spreading unsavoury rumours and taking unearned credit, a liaison position with the USA army, which really ran the post-war Japan show. I was in charge of controlling vice and the licencing and food and liquor distribution of the bars. A task that suited my skill set perfectly.
As I gripped Yui’s hips and drilled for oil from my position behind her, I absent-mindedly noticed how enthusiastically she was pushing back and how expertly her cunt muscles were working my thrusting cock. But as good as she was, my mind wandered on to my other interest, other than Japanese pussy, money. Well, actually, money for me.
And just like that, it struck me. Why should I be restricted to only taking a % from the nightclubs and licenced brothels I approved and my % of the liquor sales to those establishments? I would still have that, but I could also run a top-level, exclusive club/brothel with top-level exclusive prices, with all the profits going to me.
I was trialling something I had never used before, an Edo period Higo Zuiki Swallow Japanese Cockring. According to the antique dealer who had given it to me in exchange for being an approved seller to military officers, it was handcrafted from the stem of a giant elephant ear plant. Following his instructions, I first dripped some water onto it to soften it before sliding it on. It certainly improved my stamina, and Yui benefited from its stimulation of her clit thanks to the large knot on top.
Thus, I had time to think my idea through as I steadily fucked my writhing, moaning, female Japanese translator. I had decided on alternate nights for occupying army officers and wealthy Japanese, a stage show where clients could pay extra for a woman who captured their attention, and expensive bottles filled with diluted real stuff mixed with high-octane cheap filler. I had visions of it being the equal of anything in Yoshiwara, that famous 18th-century red-light district in Edo (Tokyo in present-day Japan). But I needed a Mamasan whom I could trust to run it.
Just as I unloaded into Yui as she came for the fifth time, it came to me. I remembered from when I started searching the bottom-tier brothels for Yui’s sister, one particular knock-up shop. Word had got around after the first few establishments, coincidentally ones that were slow payers of my %, that I had visited with my MP backup and wrecked after the owners hesitated to answer my questions regarding the missing Nanase. The remaining brothels answered more readily.
At this one, I remembered the owner offered me sex: his attractive nude wife and beautiful naked 3 daughters, aged 18, 19 and 21. I had cursed myself as I must have undercalculated what he owed me, and he didn’t want me to check too thoroughly. I would have loved a four-way with them, but I was playing the long game with Yui and told her to translate into Japanese that she had drained me. The mother must have understood English as she looked annoyed at the rejection and posed more provocatively before kneeling and eating one of her daughters while gesturing for her daughters to eat her cunt and tits.
Yes, she was the one I wanted, so after Yui was dressed, I opened my mail and ‘discovered’ there was perhaps some news of her sister in Kure, where the Australians were based. ‘Unfortunately’, I couldn’t accompany her, but Lieutenant Rogers, who owed me a favour for covering up for a discrepancy in his stores, would know more when she arrived. I got on the blower, and he agreed to keep her there following false leads for 3 days.
Then I unleashed my hounds from hell, the MPs, to bring the wife in. All MPs were big, good old boys from southern states such as Arkansas, Missouri, and Alabama. who favoured a direct physical approach to problems and thought odds of 5 of them against 1 offender were the minimum. Thirty minutes later, a worried Chiyako was escorted into my office, and my MP’s departed.
She was nervous as she recognised me from my visit. I kept her waiting while I perused her thoroughly. From her ID, I gleaned she was 38, married and a university graduate in English. From my eyes, despite the shapeless Monpe garment she wore, I remembered her: long-faced, slim-bodied, with long legs and smallish tits. Not a typical Japanese body but a refreshing change to my diet of sturdy-bodied, round-faced women.
I got straight down to brass tacks and explained my plan and need for someone to oversee the club. Someone like her. Someone I could trust. She was all for it, even when I mentioned her husband. “Surely you can get him locked up for something?” she replied and smiled when I reeled off a long list of offences I could use.
I brought up her three daughters and was about to suggest that we use them as managers, but I saw her face tighten, and my survival instincts kicked in. I took a gamble and quickly changed my intended approach, and said how I would like to see them used and abused on stage. It was the right decision as a huge grin spread across her face. “Perfect,” she said. “Pay them back for disrespecting me.”
“What are you doing?” I suddenly queried. It was a stupid question and one that she did not bother answering with words. Her left hand reached up to my uniform trousers and unbuttoned the fly as she knelt before me. My body reacted automatically, my hand holding her head against my growing tool. Her tongue darted forward, giving further confirmation of what she was doing. She certainly knew how to raise more than just my spirits, and I gave a low groan of pleasure.
Her tongue did things that would have earned her a fortune back in a Melbourne brothel, and I was left gasping in silent delight. She was an artisan of lovemaking, such as I had not experienced since my days of collecting the rent at the brothels in Struggletown, more formally known as Richmond, Melbourne.
If my time fighting the Japs in New Guinea had taken me to the seventh pit of hell, then Chiyako took me to the seventh circle of ecstasy as compensation. Chiyako’s cheeks puckered, increasing the pressure around my fuck meat, and her tongue started to lap up the precum on the tip of my stiff pisser. Chiyako’s cock-sucking noises were loud as she wrapped her fist tightly around the root of my fucker and started jacking while she sucked, whipping her fist up and down along my prick.
“Oooooohhh” was the only intelligent sound I could manage.
She started guiding my hips, fucking my saliva-slickened prick in and out of her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, can you ever give head. Suck the cum out of my balls, oh, fuck, I really need a cum,” was my response. As you can see, I am very eloquent when being sucked off.
Chiyako’s face reddened with the intensity of the cock-sucking, while her fist flew up and down my fuck-pole, jacking me off better than I had ever been in my life. My arousal kept building and building. Soon, the lip-smacking noises of the blowjob were loud enough to fill my office. The kneeling Chiyako wriggled as she bobbed her head into my crotch, fucking her face with my rock-hard tool, which was hitting the roof of her mouth. I could see her pussy creaming as she realised that I was about to shoot my load, that my wad was on the very brink of gushing heavily down her throat.
“I’m cumming, Chiyako, I’m cumming,” I wailed.
Suddenly, Chiyako took my throbbing fuck-meat out of her mouth and jacked it with both hands as hard as she could. My spunk rained out of my hard-on, spewing all over her face and into her raven black hair. And still she continued pumping my huge cock, stroking it until she’d milked the very last drops out.
I crumpled to my seat and watched Chiyako crawl onto the tatami mat in the centre of my office floor. As I recovered, I watched her get into a doggie-fucking position on her hands and knees. She started playing with her pussy, staring back over her shoulder as my fucker slowly rejuvenated, dropping her shoulders low and wiggling her arsecheeks invitingly, in preparation for being fucked deeply by my growing cock.
“Fuck me, Major,” she panted. “Get it hard. My cunt needs your prick.”
My cock responded, and I dropped to my knees on the mat, behind her upturned arse. Holding my prick in my hand, I guided its tip between the pouting lips of her wet, hairy pussy. Chiyako whimpered and started humping harder when she felt the first inches of my fuck-pole slide inside her wet slit. Her small, hard tits jiggled and bounced as she moved her arse, eagerly pumping her wet pussy onto the stiffness of my prick.
“Fuck me, Major! Oh, fuck, I love your big cock! Fuck me, Fuck my juicy cunt.”
I held Chiyako’s slim hips, staring at her brown, puckered arsehole and at her hairy pussy mouth, seeing her furry cuntlips clinging tightly around my cock. Deeper and deeper, I fucked into her cunt channel, until my fuck-rod was rammed to the balls in the sucking heat of her pussy.
“Unngghh. Oh, Major, it’s in so deep!” Chiyako squealed in pleasure, gasping and moaning as she felt my cock fill her cunt, her pussy repeatedly spasming around the invader. “Oh, Major, fuck me hard now. Fuck my cunt as hard as you want”
She worked her arsecheeks like a bitch in heat, sighing and groaning as she pumped her cunt back against my fuck meat. I was responding, fucking her hard and fast, my thighs banging on her arse-globes as I speared my rigid fuck-pole furiously in and out of her sticky cunt.
“Harder, Major! Fuck me harder!”
She eagerly met my rhythm, wincing and biting her lip as the pleasure increased in her cunt. “Fuck me as hard as you can. I love your cock in my cunt. Major, my pussy needs your big prick.”
I quickened the pace of my humping, frantically ramming my prick into the 38-year-old’s spasming fuck-slit. In and out, my prick sawed, seeming at least to me, to pound deeper into her with every thrust. Chiyako clawed the strands of the tatami mat, her face contorting with ecstasy as her pussy gushed cunt cream all over my prick.
“I’m cumming again, Major. Oh, shit, oh, fuck, I love it! Oh, fuck, I’m cuuummmiiinnnggg!”
Her pussy spasmed violently, contracting erratically around the thickness of my cock. Somehow, I didn’t shoot my second load into her cunt. Instead, I just clawed her hips and fucked her as hard as I could, grunting as I rammed my blood-bloated prick in and out of her cunt. Unable to withstand any more of my savage thrusting, Chiyako pulled away from me, sprawling flat on her belly on the mat.
“Major,” she asked. “Have you ever fucked a woman up the arsehole before?”
“Yeah,” I grinned.
“What about my arsehole then? I really want it. My arsehole is so hot and ready. Shove your big fucker right up my arse and shoot your cum?”
I rose, my cock still hard and ready and opened my desk drawer and selected the jar of Vaseline. Over the years, I have found it pays to always have some ready. Chiyako reached behind her back, grasping her arsecheeks and spreading them as wide apart as she could to present her puckered shit-sphincter to me.
I knelt beside and smeared the sticky jelly all over my cock. Then I pasted it on Chikato’s arsehole, making her moan as I darted my finger into her shitter to coat the insides of her arse tunnel. I mounted the fuck-hungry Japanese woman and placed my bloated cock head at the rubbery ring of her shitter. She shuddered with arousal as she felt my cock pressing into her arse channel, spreading her puckered ring to accept the invading thickness of my prick.
She couldn’t wait and started pushing back, thrusting her clenching arsehole onto my cock. I fucked her, working my rod deeper into her shitter. Chiyako stopped holding her arsecheeks apart when she had my prick embedded securely in her arse. I watched her slide her hand under her belly and shamelessly fingerfuck, darting her fingers in and out of her hairy pussy as she pushed her arsehole back onto my cock.
I hammered her, sinking my cock to the hilt in her back door, reaming out her shit-channel with long, driving strokes of my cum-loaded prick. “I’m gonna cum,” I panted. “Oh, Jesus, you’ve got such a tight arsehole! Unnggghh! Oh, shit, I can’t hold back! I’m gonna cum any second!”
“Keep fucking my arsehole!” Chiyako gasped. She fingerfucked her pussy and humped back at my cock as fast as she could. “Take my arse, Major, fuck me. Oh, shit, oh, fuck, I’m cumming, too! Fuck my arsehole, Major, make me cum, make me cum!”
We were both out of control as I fucked her shitter as hard as I could, the Vaseline lubricating my fuck-pole as I continually slammed it in and out of her arse. Chiyako found her with her finger and rolled it hard. Then she started cumming out of control with her cum squirting onto the tatami mat. It was too much for me, and I sank my tool to the innermost depths of her shit-channel, and my load of spunk spewed up from my balls. My prick trembled and twitched deep inside her bowels, flooding fuckjuice deep into her arse.
Over the next three days, it just got better. We were lying on my narrow bed after a bout of fornication that would have earned her a standing ovation at Mrs Smith’s House of Pleasure in Bridge Road, Richmond, when I realised what I had just said. It was one of those things you say in post coital heaven without thinking.
She answered, “Of course, I will be your Army secretary. But how will that rank me with that stuck-up bitch who accompanied you to the brothel?” Her question made me realise I must have offered her a position on my staff.
In for a penny, in for a pound. I couldn’t withdraw what I must have said, so I replied, “Of course you would outrank her.”
I had barely finished her as she mounted me cowgirl style to thank me. She continued, “And I want my uniform to be smaller and tighter than that fat cow’s.” Another trip to the tailor for me to get a non-official uniform, I thought.
I met Yui at the station with the bad news. Some officer above me had planted a Japanese secretary on me, and she was ranked above Yui. I told her not to worry. Just play along, and I will get it all settled and back to normal. Play along? We entered my office to see both Chiyako’s new uniform straining to contain her taut body and Yui’s desk sticking out from the double-door entrance of the shower and toilet complex, and her files scattered over the floor.
They screamed at each other in Japanese and rushed at each other in a banzai charge, intent on inflicting damage. Damn, if I was going to step in and separate them. I might get hurt if I did. Some hair lay on the floor, and Yui sported a bruise under her left eye, while Chiyako had a scratch on her cheek when they separated. The two continued shouting, but with the Japanese language, you never know if this means they are angry or being pleasant.
Chiyako went to where Nanase had slept and returned with a double dildo. Luckily, it was still in its original wrapping as she had been kidnapped before my plan had eventuated. I had intended to watch Yui and her sister use it while I watched, but as usual, I was a step ahead of the game. “Ah, I see you have found some confiscated contraband from one of the clubs. I have been storing stuff there since Nanase went missing.
There was more hissing between Chiyako and Yui before they both spoke at once, and I managed to understand they would sexfight to settle who outranked who. I was on familiar ground now. Obviously, they meant a catfight, and I must say I enjoyed watching two angry women brawl, as often happened when I was a bouncer in a cathouse back in Melbourne before WW2 started. And from the initial clash, I anticipated I would be enjoying watching a no-holds-barred clash.
You have to remember this was 1950, and very few Westerners had seen a sexfight. It was only after it was over that I checked and learnt it had originated in the 15th century in the Ming China dynasty when concubines sexfought in their quarters to impress the Emperor. Though it died out there, in the Vietnamese Emperor’s palace in the Imperial city of Hue, the practice had been copied and continued. When Japan conquered Vietnam in WW2, soldiers witnessed the Vietnamese women sexfighting, and some women were brought back to Japan as comfort women, thus introducing the practice to Japan.
Anyway, I finally realised what I would be witnessing for the first time. As in any conflict, there was some posturing, trash talking, boasts and threats before anything happened. Hostilities started when Yui, staring at Chiyako, took out a dildo from the large carton of sex toys I had for Nanase, which they thought were merely confiscated from clubs. She stripped and slowly inserted the large toy into her spread sex before bringing the wet dong to her lips to taste. It was large, as I had been training Nanase for a few months to accept larger and larger ones. “Always wet and ready for you, Bill. Just like you want it,” she said, sneering at Chiyako.
“A baby-sized dildo for the pretend slut,” Chiyako said sneeringly. She had seen the baseball bat leaning behind the door that the previous USA serviceman had left and grabbed it. Chiyako brought her hands up the inside of her thighs, pulling the hem of her uniform with them. She showed Yui her uncovered sex, thrusting her mound out at her, framing it with her hands before opening her legs wide and stroking her slit.
Her prominent, provocatively convex mound was now shaved. I had shown her some confiscated 8mm ‘blue movies’, as they were called, that the USA servicemen had brought to Japan. A lot of the actresses had shaved pussies, something I had not encountered prewar, and I had encouraged Chiyako to remove her Japanese jungle. It was new to Yui, and she couldn’t take her eyes off it.
Chiyako sat on the floor, pulled her legs back beside her head and then eased her shoulders through them. Her whole sex was tilted up and totally exposed. Her cunt was naked except for a small, clear bulb filled with pink, which she eased off. It was a clit vacuum pump, and I realised she had been using the same on her nipples under her new uniform. She had really gone through the boxes in Nanase’s room. Her clit was swollen red, and the size of a small sea snail. Slowly, it subsided.
“Watch this bitch,” she said to Yui. She stood and rested the baseball upright and straddled its wide end. Her pussy stretched, but there was no way it could accommodate the bat. I could see juices running down its oiled wooden surface as she wriggled and manoeuvred her cunt around the bat top. Then, with a groan, she pressed down, and the wide tip was swallowed. She rested a second and then fed the bat deeper and deeper. 8, 10, and then 15 inches were swallowed, and I could see the shape of the bat protruding against her belly, and she started to fuck herself up and down the bat as Yui watched.
With her other hand, she took the long 24-inch flexible double dong from the desk and held it towards Yui. “Try this against me and feel the strength of a real cunt.”
“69 eating and then the winner has the other for 30 minutes before the double dong is used,” she replied.
Yui didn’t back down and stripped in a flash. I now realised the reason for Chiyako’s long nipples and clit: the result of hours using the vacuum pump. It was the first sexfight for both as they had only heard of them, not experienced one. They rolled into a 69 with Chiyako lying on the mat on her back, her legs wide parted to allow Yui access. Yui was on top, and Chiyako eased herself forward under Yui’s body until her mouth was directly under her cunt and slid her tongue into her cunt crack. Yui slid along the older woman’s body towards her cunt and held Chiyako’s lips apart and snaked her tongue into her maw.
But it soon became apparent that, through beginner’s luck, Yui on top had the physical advantage. Her tongue was driving in and out of Chiyako under her, but by raising her hips, her cunt was almost out of Chiyako’s reach. So, on top, she controlled Chiyako, lapping her juices as she held her cunt open. It was only by straining forward and by cricking up her neck that Chiyako managed to bring her tongue to the younger woman’s cunt, and therefore was only making brief, staccato contact, not long, continuous arousal.
Chiyako groaned from the 28-year-old’s continuous attack on her clit and lifted her hips off the floor, and Yui took advantage. She was still sucking on her clit but managed to drill a finger in her arse and three fingers in her pussy. Chiyako, her two fuck holes filled, was in fuck heaven, and when Yui made her cum, she howled long and hard. Yui didn’t let up working her pussy and arse over, causing Chiyako to orgasm many times, evidenced by the huge wet spot on the floor.
As Yui feverishly worked over her rival in front of me, I stroked my cock and played with my balls through my trousers and began moaning in pleasure at what was happening in front of me. “Time,” I yelled after Yui had her 30 minutes of free use of Chiyako before the main event. She was going in with a big advantage as she was fresh, while Chiyako would be worked over. Suffice it to say, I enjoyed the inventive work I saw her do on Chiyako for her free use 30 minutes.