Colleagues experience Japanese culture together

Japan's sex industry is highly developed, which is my biggest impression after working in Japan for many years. My Japanese colleagues are usually like upright gentlemen, polite and courteous, but when it comes to sex, they seem like completely different people, becoming incredibly unrestrained.

Take two colleagues, Iwata and Shiroichi, for example. When I went to meet them, they were usually very proper people, diligent in their work and sincere in their dealings with others. They were among my few Japanese friends. Iwata has a happy family, a son and a daughter, and his wife is a traditional Japanese woman who stays home to care for her husband and children. Shiroichi is unmarried and lives with his girlfriend. He says they met in university and have a stable relationship since then. Even such a stable man always likes to seek out other women. Their wives tell them to go out and try something different.

In Japan's sex industry, there are special single-room establishments with names like "Mature Woman's House," "Evening Moon," and "Autumn Leaf," where the services are provided by middle-aged and elderly prostitutes over 40. Most of the customers are young people, and there are even minors who are not afraid of breaking the law. The houses called "Autumn Leaves" are relatively elegant, devoid of any erotic connotations, and not just anyone can come; the owner has the right to refuse entry.

The hostess may be of average appearance, but she is often well-educated, experienced, articulate, understanding, and somewhat skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The focus here is on communication and exchange regarding cultural ideas, emotions, life experiences, and art.

My colleague took me to a place between "Evening Water Moon" and "Autumn Leaves," where the service was provided by a 30-year-old woman. She possessed a certain level of cultural refinement, was proficient in a folk art, and skilled in folk customs and cultural techniques, which she incorporated into her performances. The fees were also relatively high.

The hostess was a woman in her thirties, and today's performance was Japanese tea ceremony. Entering the room, the environment was refreshing and pleasant, with an antique painting hanging on the wall, decorated with one or a few fresh flowers; simple yet elegant and tranquil.

The three of us knelt on the tatami mats. Three young women in kimonos entered gracefully one after another. Their hair was styled in a bun, adorned with plum blossom hairpins, and their faces were dignified. They wore white kimonos with maple leaf patterns and double-layered sashes. Each carried a square tray. The women knelt facing the three of us on the tatami mat. The woman in front of me bowed, then set down the tray and carefully wiped the teaware with a silk cloth. Her movements were gentle and meticulous. After

wiping the teaware, she looked up and asked, "What is your name, sir? My stage name is Meixing."

I replied, "Li Ren! I hope Miss Meixing will guide me."

Meixing asked, "Are you Chinese, Mr. Li?"

I nodded. Our conversation began. Meixing was eloquent and understanding. She told me about the culture of tea ceremony and its etiquette. I poured out my life experiences in Japan, the pressures and worries at work, the loneliness of being far from family, hometown, and friends in a foreign land, and my longing for home. She listened silently. We felt as if we had known each other for many years; everything was so natural, especially her smile. Her kindness and gentleness made me feel understood and cared for.

She listened to my story while cleaning the tea set. She warmed the teacups and tea spoon with boiling water, poured it out, and dried the teacups. Junkyo stirred the tea foam with a bamboo brush and poured it into the teacup. The teacups were small and delicate. Every movement she made was skillful and gentle. My gaze inadvertently fell on her breasts; beneath her kimono, their outlines were sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, as Junkyo stirred the tea foam with the bamboo brush. A strong sense of revulsion rose within me. It was an act of defilement against her purity.

She placed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of me. I concealed my gaze and said, "Miss Meixing, may I drink it now? I'm getting impatient."

Meixing smiled contentedly, "Mr. Li, it's important not to rush when drinking tea. Take a small sip, feel the tea spread across your tongue and onto the tongue coating, directly stimulating your taste buds. Then you can savor it slowly and delicately."

I said, "I didn't know there were such rules. I thought I had to gulp it down. May I begin?"

Meixing's face suddenly flushed with shyness. "The tea is bitter, so we need to soothe the bitterness first."

I was surprised that this young woman suddenly blushed. "How do we soothe the bitterness?"

Meixing lowered her eyes and slowly pulled her kimono collar down to her arms, revealing a pair of perfectly rounded breasts. The kimono, not completely removed, half-concealed them, creating a unique allure. They were as full as apples soaked in water. The grape-sized nipples were bright red, like ripe grapes, ready to drip juice.

Meixing leaned forward, her full breasts pressed against my lips. Her rapid breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall with her breath. "Li Jun, use my milk to soothe the bitterness of the tea."

I was flustered and stammered, "Miss Meixing, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it..."

Meixing hugged me, burying her head in her chest, and murmured, "Don't say that."

The unique scent of a young woman's body mixed with her breast milk stimulated my sense of smell. I couldn't refuse, I really couldn't refuse. Her body heat

filled my pores. I wrapped my arms around her waist and took one of her nipples into my mouth. I immediately felt its smoothness and tentatively suckled. Sometimes

I wanted to hold it with my lips, sometimes I gently bit it with my teeth, completely lost in the moment. A stream of warm milk flowed out.

Meixing pushed me away, panting, "Li Jun! Let me serve you."

I nodded silently. "Hmm!" A muffled groan escaped my lips. I turned my head to look, and I wish I hadn't. What I saw was my two colleagues, with their arms around the young woman's waist, doing what I had just been doing. The young woman in the kimono lifted her collar to her shoulders, knelt, and leaned towards Iwata, offering her two pointed breasts to his mouth. Iwata suckled at one nipple like a baby. White milk slid down her breasts and into her kimono. Another young woman in a kimono was violently ripped open by Bai Yi, her upper body exposed to the air. Bai Yi held one breast in his right hand, sucking on the other nipple. The young woman in the kimono closed her eyes and groaned.

Mei Xing made me lie on the ground. I lay on the ground, and Mei Xing straddled my legs. Her skillful hands caressed my crotch and thighs. My penis became aroused. Mei Xing lovingly kissed my penis, pulling down my pants. I gasped. I already knew that Japanese women were trained by men to be gentle and tender, but I didn't expect their skill in serving others to be so superb. Mei Xing kissed every part of my body, from my genitals to my upper body, limbs, and neck. Finally, she knelt on top of me, her hands supporting her head on either side, her watery eyes gazing into mine,

seemingly filled with endless resentment. She slowly poured tea into my mouth. It felt like sweet nectar, a cool sensation flowing through my entire body.

The feeling was so wonderful; my lower body swelled as if about to burst, yet my mind was exceptionally clear and calm. I passionately returned her kiss, all the way to her neck. After a few moments of lingering affection, Meixing pinched my genitals coquettishly and said, "Li-kun! Meixing still has to serve it!" Reluctantly, we parted.

Inside the room, the panting of the two colleagues mingled with the moans of the woman. Beside me, Bai Yi remained kneeling in his idiotic position, panting and uttering vulgarities, the kimono-clad woman's head pressed into his chest, making a squelching sound. Because the woman's hair obscured the view, the oral sex scene was not visible. On Iwata's side, it was much clearer. The woman was lying on the ground. Iwata forcefully thrust into her from behind and withdrew. Because of my good vantage point, I could see the spray of precum as my penis thrust in violently.

I secretly cursed Iwata. He probably didn't even have this much passion for his women. Mei-xing pulled my pants down to my knees, then down my shorts. A proud, erect penis stood there, throbbing with fury. She carefully and solemnly held it, as if it were a priceless treasure, afraid of anything being done to it. She gently, tenderly caressed it,

wiping it little by little, in circles, as if it weren't my penis in her hands, but her beloved tea set. She kissed it tenderly, again and again, from the glans to the testicles and scrotum. My penis playfully slapped against her face.

Mei-xing's eyes were serene. "No more! This thing is too naughty." She took out the bamboo brush she had used to stir the tea.

She said in a seductive voice, "I'm going to teach it a lesson." She touched my penis with the bamboo brush, then the glans. She treated my penis like a toy, teasing and poking it. My penis wobbled and twisted, but always remained erect like a roly-poly toy. Her technique was skillful and her movements subtle, gently teasing and manipulating, but the hard bamboo brush still hurt a little when it touched my penis, though a perverse satisfaction rose within me.

I stopped her, saying, "Miss Meixing, stop playing around, it hurts."

Meixing put down the bamboo brush and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li." She cupped my penis in her hands, and looked closely, exclaiming in surprise, "It's a little red, Mr. Li, does it hurt a lot?" She cupped my penis in her hands, only the glans showing. Meixing rubbed it back and forth, as if treating my penis like a bamboo dragonfly.

She released her hands and then breathed on it tenderly, her warm breath bathing my penis. I felt incredibly pleasurable; the pain vanished. Watching her lips caress my penis, I couldn't resist and thrust upwards towards Meixing's face. Meixing gave me a reproachful look. She pinched my penis and slowly swallowed it, until it was completely inside. Her cherry-blossom lips contrasted with my dark, veiny penis. It was undeniably obscene.

I said, "This isn't right. I want to see Miss Meixing's eyes." Meixing looked up, her eyes filled with affection and desire. I propped myself up into a kneeling position, so Meixing was now kneeling beneath me, looking up at me. Before my eyes, a woman in a kimono was kneeling and performing oral sex on me. It gave me the feeling of conquering her. My hands slid down Meixing's back to her buttocks. One hand, through her clothes, reached for her anus. Meixing moaned and swallowed even harder, as if she wanted to swallow my testicles too.

Meixing's tongue touched the urethral opening and licked the glans. Between swallowing and spitting, I instantly felt a strong urge to ejaculate.

Panting, he said, "Miss Meixing, let me catch my breath, I'm about to ejaculate."

Meixing teased, "Wouldn't it feel better if you ejaculated?"

I chuckled, "If you ejaculate, there's no fun left." I released her, made her lie down, spread her legs, and licked her genitals through her clothes. She flinched. "How about trying a cup?" I said, picking up a small teacup and slowly inserting it into her already moistened clothes. Her vagina contracted through the damp fabric, looking quite beautiful.

"Let me sit on you," Meixing requested. After resting for a while, I felt calmer and nodded.

Meixing asked me, "Do you prefer to do it with your clothes on or off?" I admired her kimono. "It feels better with my clothes on." I think it feels better to do it with a Japanese woman in a kimono.

Meixing pulled her kimono up to her waist and took off her underwear. She turned her back to me, looking back at her bare buttocks, her dark slit revealing the tender red flesh inside her labia. She carefully straightened my penis. Trembling, I slowly lowered myself, watching as she swallowed my penis section by section. Taking a deep breath, I entered a warm, fleshy hole.

Mei-Xing, experienced, rotated on top of me, riding and rubbing my penis up and down. She murmured something to herself. She was very wet, sliding down my lower abdomen from my penis, making it slippery. I dipped a finger in and poked it into her dark, wrinkled anus. Slowly, I inserted it. Mei-Xing exclaimed, "Oh! Li-kun! So exciting!" Encouraged, I inserted most of my finger and started moving it. She moaned with pleasure.

The woman-on-top position felt much less stimulating. I made her turn around, pulled my hand out of her anus, and put it in her mouth. She took it without hesitation. She leaped like a horse, her breasts like running rabbits.

I grasped one and gently squeezed it.

"Li-kun! I didn't realize you were so good at this." Iwata and Shiroichi, I don't know when, had already finished. Two young women in kimonos watched as Meixing and I performed.

The two women in kimonos interjected, "Yes! Meixing, you two are so in sync. You're so good at it!"

"Meixing! She must be very thirsty too."

Bai Yi said, "Li Jun! So amazing! Nanako, Yuko, why don't you go help Miss Meixing?"

Being watched by the four of them actually excited me. At this moment, Meixing's eyes were glazed over, and she didn't even realize that saliva was dripping down her chin.

Nanako and Yuko, one caressing my penis, the other kissing my nipple. They lifted their kimonos, revealing their pointed breasts for me to suckle. I felt incredibly aroused. Meixing's moans grew more and more rapid. I felt Meixing was completely consumed by passion; her vagina contracted rhythmically and continuously.

Suddenly, her whole body stiffened, her back straightening. Nanako leaned in and exclaimed, "Meixing is about to climax! It's moving so fast and so tight!" Meixing's vagina tightened. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing onto my lower abdomen and Nana's face as she leaned in. Meixing collapsed onto me, unable to recover for a while.

I felt incredibly aroused, but showed no sign of ejaculating. I wrapped my arms around Meixing, turning her around so her back was facing me, gesturing for Nana and Yuko to move aside. I propped myself up, holding Meixing's thighs like I was holding a child to urinate. I stood up and thrust wildly a few times.

Then I put her down, making her kneel on the ground, and thrust forcefully from behind. Nana and Yuko pushed me from behind in coordination. "Li-kun, tighten up, make Meixing die of pleasure!" Yuko playfully licked my anus with her tongue. I shuddered. Yuko licked even more vigorously, even probing deeper with the tip of her tongue.

Unable to withstand the stimulation, my penis felt numb, and the urge to ejaculate suddenly became imminent. I thrust wildly a few more times, moving back and forth forcefully. I let out a roar. He forcefully ejaculated a hot stream deep into Meixing's body. Meixing collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless. I felt utterly drained, only able to gasp for breath.

Reluctantly, I left. I promised my colleagues that I would return to experience the charms of Japanese sex workers another time

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