Sex and the British & Commonwealth Occupying Force in Japan
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Chapter 6: Susanah McBride 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Susanah McBride 1 - 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 BDSM Rough Interracial White Male Oriental Male Oriental Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Menstrual Play Public Sex Cat-Fighting Violence
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 had it all in post WW2 Japan in my position as head of the occupying USA and British Commonwealth Occupying Force’s Vice and Liquor department. My illegal empire with the sex club licencing, the black-market booze runs, and the “protection” rackets on the local joints had me raking in the Yens by the bucketload. Plus, the USA had pegged the US dollar to a fixed rate of 360 yen per dollar in 1949 as part of the Bretton Woods system. I couldn’t lose financially. The only problem was getting it out of Japan to Australia. But, just like siblings fighting over their deceased parent’s estate, “Where’s there a will, there’s a way”, I knew I would find a solution.
On top of this, I had Chiyako. She was running the club I owned perfectly and not skimming any off herself. I knew because it takes a thief to catch a thief. She was insatiable in bed and very inventive in fucking after defeating my official translator, Yui, in a sex fight. The Hattori Building in the Ginza shopping district, one-time home of the Wako department store, had become the Eighth Army Post Exchange, stocked with consumer goods the impoverished Japanese could only imagine. Goods that I purchased in excess to turn my apartment into something Playboy, a new magazine, called a bachelor pad.
If I was a songwriter, I had a great line to describe my life. “Money for nothing and chicks for free.” So good it could be used in a number one hit. What could possibly go wrong? Perhaps my greed? Word was starting to trickle through to me that some of the top admin brass in the BCOF were sniffing around my activities. Perhaps I wasn’t giving them a big enough bribe, but it meant I needed protection from higher up the food chain, so I did my own searching for dirt. And boy, did I hit gold: real paydirt in the form of Brigadier ‘Fighting George’, McBride.
George was a West Point golden boy, class of ‘30. He had bulldozed through the retaking of the Philippines under General George MacArthur like a one-man liberation army, using USA soldiers as expendable assets for his advancement. Anything that gave the Publicity seeking MacArthur was worth its weight in gold to the giver. Now that MacArthur was the head of postwar Japan, enjoying his unofficial position as the new emperor, Fighting George had a lot of influence in the occupying forces. I had discovered rumours that his wife Susanah, a prim Southern belle, blonde, slim, full-breasted, all aristocratic poise at 33, was getting sidelined hard.
Susanah was Edgefield County pure-bred, tracing her ancestry back to Arthur Simkins, who was an early, foundational settler in Lakefield county in South Carolina, and who established Cedarfield plantation back in the 1770s. With no brothers, everything would eventually become hers. Of course I wanted to fuck her. She was miles above my social status, as the most upper-class who I had fucked was a woman who worked the counter in Dimmeys Emporium in Swan Street, Richmond and who thought I was someone else: something I didn’t correct her about. But I had a more pressing reason not to try: I needed Fighting George under my thumb.
I had found out that, Evalynne, a 27-year-old Filipina sex worker whom Fighting George had picked up post-Japanese surrender in Manila, was officially his maid. However, the word I had was she was warming his bed while Susanah had been banished to the servants’ quarters, trotted out only for official functions like a show pony. If my sources were correct, and for the amount I paid, I hoped they were, Evalynne lorded it over Susanah, taunting her, even fucking George right in front of her.
Why didn’t Susanah do anything about it? Well, my sources said George knew of, and used some old scandal from Susanah’s past. Something about her fling with her daddy’s Negro chauffeur back in South Carolina when she was 18, ending with the old man castrating the guy. Her fling was more reprehensible than the sac removal in late 1930s South Carolina, though a combination of both gave George power over his wife. I gathered the father’s reputation would suffer, not because of the deed, but because he was considered weak as he only watched, and did not wield the knife himself. Thus, controlled by George, Susanah had turned to drowning her sorrows in bourbon at the officer’s club.
It hit me like a sake hangover, something I was becoming very familiar with in Japan. George McBride would be my insurance policy. If I could get some ironclad proof on what was happening, I’d have protection against any investigation on me. Remember this was the early 1950s and West Point officers did not have oriental mistresses. Well, not officially, and on top of this, Susanah came from good old southern state Republican political power. The power that could ruin Fighting George’s postwar career.
I knew a lot about Confederate southern states’ upper classes and plantations as I had watched Clarke Gable in Gone with the Wind in the Hoyts movie theatre in Bridge Road, Richmond, Melbourne, my old slum suburb. Ahh, the back row of seats at the Hoyts, followed by some activity in the Richmond City Reserve. It was where I first learnt a lot about women, but that’s another story for later.
But I needed an in, and my brain quickly came up with the answer. Chiyako. She’d proven her worth overseeing my clubs. Her sharp mind, ruthlessness and most importantly, devotion to me and her fucking skills made her the perfect operative. I caught up with her in my office.
She was busy, so I didn’t interrupt the mid-30s, long-faced, slim-bodied Japanese woman using her long legs to drive a strap-on into Yui, my official translator. Yui was the older sister of my missing, kidnapped maid/sex slave Nanase, and was now bent over my desk being fucked with a huge strap-on by Chiyako. Luckily, I detest and avoid paperwork, so the surface had no important documents on it. I watched Chiyako’s non-typical Japanese body hammer the dildo into Yui and smiled when she reached around to start frigging the younger woman’s clit as she fucked her from behind.
Yui had foolishly rechallenged Chiyako after her first defeat. Despite being fucked all day by Chiyako, she had crawled into my bed as Chiyako’s permission to sleep on base had not yet arrived. Yui apologised for not appreciating me fully before, and was in my bed to make up for and satisfy in ways the bitch Chiyako couldn’t. Stupidly, she had thought my fucking her that night meant I wanted her, so she rechallenged and lost, and what I was watching was what now happened regularly.
It was too much for Yui, and she shrieked her orgasm. Chiyako immediately pulled out, mounted the desk, spread her legs, grabbed Yui’s black, silken hair and pulled her face to her cunt. Chiyako looked away from Yui and saw me at the doorway. She was about to stop, but I motioned her to keep going. Who was I to stop her enjoyment?
After she exploded and squirted over Yui, with her ejaculation almost as strong as the contemptuous abuse she delivered to the weeping Yui, I got down to business. “Chiyako, I’ve got a job that’s perfect for you. I want you to seduce a USA officer’s Filipina maid. Get her hooked and then we will reel her in and use her. I’ll watch, get the evidence, then she is ours. She will be the key to controlling someone I need to have power over.”
Her eyes lit up, in the same way they had when I suggested using her three daughters (aged 19, 21 and 22) as onstage entertainment at our club after I noticed she was a little paranoid about being replaced, even suspecting her daughters. She was willing, eager to prove herself as invaluable and irreplaceable, so she was more than willing to be part of my plan.
I set it up perfectly. One thing I do well is plan thoroughly. I may be undone by bad luck, but not by making stupid errors. I waited until George was off on a three-day inspection tour of Kyoto, leaving Evalynne alone in their quarters. No military housing for George. Like his patron General MacArthur, he was above that. While he didn’t live in an entire floor of the embassy like the general, he had requisitioned a ryokan, complete with sliding screens and manicured gardens.
Chiyako was squeezed into a slinky Western dress I’d requisitioned through the PX for undercover work. It was tight and low-cut to show off her slim frame, firm, smallish tits, and her long legs accentuated by heels. She posed as the “cultural liaison” from one of my clubs and came bearing gifts of USA whiskey and promises of exclusive entertainment for George.
Evalynne, alone, bored and cocky in her role as the general’s pet, took the bait. She was bisexual and, after sampling numerous Tennessee Jack Daniel’s, wanted to try Japanese, but not alcohol. Quickly they moved to the ryokan’s private onsen bathhouse where steam rose from a man-made hot spring. I watched from a hidden alcove through one of those peepholes the old Japanese inns had for discreet spying, then blackmailing. I was merely carrying on a Japanese tradition.
Chiyako shed her dress to reveal she wore nothing underneath and that her lithe body and newly shaved, prominent mound were available. I had seen naked pussies on a black and white 8mm porn movie and was hooked, especially as Japanese women had thick, full bushes, and Chiyako had willingly accepted my fetish. Evalynne’s 27-year-old body boasted full hips, a rotund belly, heavy tits with dark nipples, and a wild bush that she didn’t attempt to tame. Her skin glowed in the steam, beads of water tracing paths down her strong legs and her wet, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders.
Chiyako started slowly, but soon their touching became more intimate. I heard Chiyako say “I can see why the brigadier keeps you close. But tell me, does he really satisfy that heat between your legs?” Evalynne flushed, but she didn’t pull away. Chiyako pressed in closer, her slim body sliding into Evalynne’s curves. One hand moved to cup a breast, her thumb circling the nipple until it was as hard as a semi-ripe berry.
Evalynne gasped and gripped Chiyako’s waist, but Chiyako was in her element and pushed the Filipina back against the stone edge of the pool. She kissed her fiercely, while her fingers dipped lower, parting Evalynne’s bush to open her cunt lips. The Filipina moaned, and her body arched while her tits heaved as Chiyako sucked nipple, using her teeth lightly to draw a whimper from our prey.
“See? You need this,” Chiyako whispered, her free hand kneading Evalynne’s arse, while her fingers kept teasing her slit. Evalynne’s resistance melted: she was willing and compliant now, and her hands roamed Chiyako’s back, dragging her closer. Their bodies were dripping, and steam rose from their skin as they stepped out of the water onto thick tatami mats laid nearby. Chiyako took charge, straddling Evalynne’s face first, grinding her shaved cunt down onto her mouth. Evalynne’s tongue darted out, lapping at the swollen lips, tasting Chiyako’s arousal as she rocked her hips, her small tits bouncing slightly and their long nipples.
Chiyako groaned, her hands pinching her own nipples and her head thrown back in ecstasy as Evalynne sucked on her clit. Chiyako came first, hard and noisily. Her body shuddered, and her juices flooded Evalynne’s face, but it didn’t stop her as she flipped them, burying her face between Evalynne’s thighs. Chiyako’s tongue parted the bush mat to expose the pink, swollen slit, lapping the Filipina from arse to clit with long, deliberate strokes. Evalynne bucked and panted. “Oh God, don’t stop. Fuck, you’re good.”
Chiyako hummed vibrations against Evalynne’s clit, then plunged her fingers in, inserting one, two, then three into the Filipina’s quim, while her mouth sucked clit. Evalynne’s body tensed. Her hips ground up, and her tits bounced until she exploded, screaming in Tagalog: curses mixed with moans as her cunt clenched around Chiyako’s fingers in rhythmic pulses. But Chiyako wasn’t finished. I had given her instructions, and she reached for a nearby basket of props I’d planted and pulled out a double-ended dildo.