Love Demon 2

Chapter 3, Sweet Sexual Sadism
1
It was still Natsue who called the taxi. She told the driver,
"To Daikanyama."
Akikawa Kimiko was secretly startled. Daikanyama had recently become the center of a new industrial area lined with high-end hotels and supermarkets, and many embassies and business groups from various countries were also located in this area. Kimiko didn't know that Kiyose Natsue lived in a high-end apartment in this area.
In the back seat of the taxi, Kiyose Natsue quietly reached her hand under the young girl's skirt.
"Ah!"
Akikawa Kimiko was startled.
Kiyose Natsue put her finger to her lips and shushed, her slender hand stroking Kimiko's thigh. She felt the small piece of cloth covering Kimiko's crotch was damp and smiled seductively.
She leaned close to Kimiko's ear, who was shyly lowering her head, and whispered,
"Hey, what happened here, hmm?"
"I... I don't know either,"
Kimiko Akikawa replied softly. Natsue took Kimiko's hand and said,
"Look here."
She pulled Kimiko's hand to her dress. This hunting-style dress was a center-opening dress with a row of buttons down the front, and the kimono at the waist had three buttons undone at some point. Kimiko's hand went over the top of the very smooth nylon pantyhose and directly touched the hot thigh. She touched the base of Natsue's thigh and exclaimed knowingly,
"We're the same."
Because what Kimiko's fingers touched was also wet pantyhose. As Natsue told the cute girl about her past, she herself felt extremely excited.
"Hehe... we're both pretty good..."
In this way, Kimiko Akikawa was no longer as nervous as before. She nestled close to Natsue, their faces pressed together, whispering secrets. The driver, seemingly sensing the somewhat lewd atmosphere between them, occasionally glanced in surprise into the rearview mirror.
Soon, the car stopped in front of a luxury apartment building adorned with ornate floral tiles.
"We're here."
The opulent exterior immediately identified it as a high-end building. The ground floor housed the windows of specialty stores selling women's fashion and jewelry.
(Wow, so luxurious! Ordinary female office workers couldn't afford an apartment like this.)
Akikawa Kimiko thought to herself. This usually quiet and reserved Natsue Kiyose at the company actually lived in such a luxurious apartment… Come to think of it, the expenses at the Western restaurant earlier were practically negligible.
The lobby of the luxury apartment building was spotlessly polished, and the walls were adorned with a variety of aesthetically pleasing plants. Led by Natsue, Kimiko took the elevator to the fourth floor. The corridor was very quiet; no sound could be heard from any of the rooms, thanks to the top-notch soundproofing materials used. Most of the doorplates were in simplified English, suggesting that the rooms were occupied by foreign businessmen or diplomats.
"Hey, come in,"
Natsue greeted Kimiko as she opened the door to room 403.
Upon entering, Kimiko was greeted by a large living room. They passed through the living room to a small door at the far end. Natsue pushed open the small door, revealing a small room no bigger than two mats. The room was simply yet luxuriously furnished. Long-pile carpets covered the floor, and the sparse furniture made the space feel very large. Facing the balcony were large glass windows. Through the white brocade curtains, the cityscape of the metropolis was clearly visible, and the Tokyo Tower could even be faintly seen. Large American-style prints hung on the walls, and the stereo system and decorative bonsai all contributed to the room's elegant and sophisticated atmosphere. Moreover, many of the household items were expensive.
"Oh my! What a beautiful room…!"
Akikawa Kimiko looked around the room with envy, a sense of awe washing over her.
(This was her residence. This was definitely not the residence of an ordinary female employee; even with extra allowances, she couldn't afford it. How much did it cost?)
Before Akikawa Kimiko could even voice this question, she was tightly embraced from behind.
"Akikawa-kun…"
Kiyose Natsue hugged Kimiko tightly from behind. Her body temperature, flushed with excitement, transmitted through her clothes to Kimiko. A perfectly balanced, indescribable blend of mature woman's body odor and high-end perfume enveloped Kimiko.
"Natsue…"
Akikawa Kimiko involuntarily looked up. Natsue pressed her forehead against Kimiko's, her full, rosy lips meeting the young girl's delicate, cherry-like mouth. Kimiko's handbag fell silently onto the soft, long-pile carpet.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Their lips pressed tightly together, sucking on each other. Kimiko turned around and hugged Natsue tightly, and they continued their sweet kiss, embracing each other. After a while, Natsue's tongue slipped into Kimiko's mouth. She used her tongue to pry open Kimiko's teeth, gently touching and caressing Kimiko's healthy gums and oral mucosa. At that moment, their bodies and minds seemed to melt together. It was a deep, intense, and passionate kiss.
"Oh... oh..."
They remained embraced, kissing deeply. Young Kimiko was tightly embraced by Natsue, their high, full breasts pressing and rubbing against each other. Through their thin short blouses and bras, they could clearly feel each other's engorged and erect nipples.
Kimiko's lips and tongue were continuously sucked, and she seemed to have lost all sense of time. About four or five minutes later, Natsue finally looked up.
"It tastes so good..."
A long sigh escaped her lips, and a warm breath brushed against Kimiko's ear. After that intense kiss, Kimiko swayed as if drunk.
"Why are you still like this? Did I not spend enough money on dinner earlier...?"
"Ah, no, no! Don't mind me, I'm a little..."
Kiyose Natsue's lips pressed against Kimiko's smooth, red lips again, her tongue numb from Natsue's sucking. Suddenly, Kimiko felt her breasts being pressed down, followed by a rhythmic kneading. This intense lovemaking soon left Kimiko drenched in sweat. From her sweaty body emanated a fragrant aroma, like hay beginning to ferment in a silage barn.
"..."
Kiyose Natsue used her mature body to push Kimiko down onto the sofa beside her.
On the wall opposite the sofa, meticulous work had been done to ensure a good view of every corner of the room. A huge mirror covered the entire wall. Kimiko saw her own reflection and Natsue's reflection in this mirror, and she felt as if a fire was burning inside her womb.
(I'm being held tightly by Natsue right now, she wants...)
Akikawa Kimiko's mind was in turmoil; she couldn't think of anything else at the moment. She was held tightly by the intensely fragrant and alluring Natsue.
"This is my fetish, Akikawa-kun..."
Kimiko was pushed back onto the sofa, and Kiyose Natsue lay on top of her, breathing warm breath and whispering softly into her cute, seashell-like ears. At the same time, she unfurled the folds of Kimiko's short blouse and then pulled down her bra, kneading Kimiko's peach-like breasts with varying degrees of intensity, rubbing her engorged and stiff nipples with her fingertips.
"Mmm... ah...!"
A series of unbearable yet sweet and pleasurable moans escaped her lips.
"Hehe... this seems quite sensitive, doesn't it?"
Because Kiyose Natsue was very knowledgeable about sadomasochism, she quickly discovered Kimiko's most sensitive areas. She discovered that Kimiko's nipples and the surrounding areolas were extremely sensitive areas. Of course, not only Kimiko, but all normally developed women have sexually sensitive breasts, just to varying degrees. Even Natsue herself often liked to tightly wrap a rubber band around the base of her erect nipples during masturbation to enhance the sensation.
"Look, such attractive breasts...it's so tempting."
Natsue opened her red mouth, her two rows of snow-white teeth biting into Kimiko's soft, jade-like breasts, gently chewing around the pale pink areolas.
"Ah...! Ah...!"
"Haha, feels good, doesn't it?"
The beautiful female office worker, seven years older than Kimiko, sucked and chewed on Kimiko's flower-bud-like, erect nipples. At the same time, her one hand skillfully pinched, twisted, and rubbed Kimiko's other nipple.
"Ah...oh...um..."
Kimiko gasped for breath, as if a knife had been cut into her snow-white neck. She was stunned by Natsue's skillful caresses and lovemaking techniques.
(Judging from this, Kiyose Natsue must be an expert in this area...)
Kiyose Natsue's other hand reached for Kimiko's skirt. She lifted Kimiko's skirt and began to caress her well-developed thigh muscles, which were encased in flesh-colored pantyhose.
"Oh..."
Similar to the caresses used by scoundrels on the high-speed train, just the touch on her thighs sent shivers of numbness through Kimiko's body, as if she were being electrocuted, and her uterus throbbed.
The young Kimiko was completely lost in a state of ecstasy. Kiyose Natsue continued to stimulate her breasts with her lips and tongue, and took the opportunity to pull down Kimiko's pantyhose as well. Slender fingers subtly vibrated her milky thigh muscles while occasionally teasing the base of her thighs.
"Oh... um..."
Kiyose Natsue's fingers touched her genitals, which were covered by the recently changed pantyhose.
"Oh... tsk tsk... so wet."
Kiyose Natsue seemed quite pleased with herself. Through the thin nylon fabric, she gave Kimiko's shameful source of pleasure a long and skillful caress. Soon, the bottom of the small pantyhose was soaked with overflowing nectar...
2
"Raise both hands above your head!"
Kiyose Natsue suddenly commanded Kimiko at the height of the caresses.
"Yes..."
The young Kimiko was somewhat numb from the skillful caresses. She lay back on the sofa, mechanically and somewhat confusedly obeying Natsue's command, raising her limp arms above her head. Natsumi ripped off Akikawa's short blouse, skirt, and pantyhose all at once, even tearing off her bra. Akikawa Kimiko seemed bewildered and at a loss for words at Natsumi's brutal act of stripping her naked.
After stripping Kimiko naked, Natsumi ordered Kimiko to continue caressing her breasts with her own hands. Then, she straightened up, took off her hunting-style dress, and threw it on the carpet, leaving her only in a rose-colored bra, white camisole, and the black bikini-style pantyhose she had just retrieved from Kimiko. Her attire was inherently highly stimulating and provocative.
Natsumi dimmed the lights. In the dim light, the silhouettes of the two were vaguely visible. A slightly pungent fragrance emanated from their already sweaty bodies.
"Oh, Akikawa-kun, there's more good news to come..."
Akikawa Kimiko felt a cold metal object touch her wrist, followed by a clattering sound. Two metal rings locked each of her wrists—gleaming handcuffs. Confused, Kimiko asked urgently,
"Ah! What are you doing..."
Akikawa Kimiko's hands, unexpectedly deprived of their freedom, felt a little frightened. In this room where only the two of them were, why use something like this? What was she trying to do?
"Haha... are you scared? Don't be scared, this is to make you more obedient. Hey, so far, only I've spoken. Well, now it's your turn to speak."
"You, what do you want me to say..."
"Hmm..."
"Oh dear, that's really too embarrassing...!"
"Hehe, you've already done it, and you're still embarrassed? So I'm going to handcuff you. Otherwise, it definitely won't work for you. Why aren't you saying anything? Well then, don't blame me for being impolite."
Akikawa Kimiko's heart was pounding as she stared intently at Natsue's actions. Kiyose Natsue turned around, took out a thin nylon rope from somewhere, threaded the other end of the rope through the armrest of the sofa, and pulled hard, raising Kimiko's hands above her head, then tied the rope securely. After doing all this, Natsue picked up a ballpoint pen made of large goose feathers from the bedside table. She turned the pen upside down and used the tip of the feather to gently trace the unprotected abdomen of Kimiko, who was lying on the sofa...
"Hee... tickle... ouch...! Stop tickling me, please! Hee..."
The tender limbs, clad only in a small pair of pantyhose, bounced like a live fish on a chopping board. Her delicate skin must have been incredibly itchy. The soft feathers gently stroking her tender skin made all the hairs on her body stand on end. She couldn't bear it and let out moans and pleas for mercy.
"Oh, so sensitive here too! Then I'll tickle you some more."
Kiyose Natsue smiled very smugly. She used the feather to trace the delicate limbs clad in small pantyhose. One tickle, two tickles, three tickles… The feather traced the curves of the young girl's lower body, from top to bottom, and bottom to top, repeatedly…
“Ah…ya, hee hee…”
The young girl was breathless from the tickling; her chest and abdomen heaved, and her two beautiful thighs kicked back and forth. She rolled on the sofa and landed on the carpet, but she was still struggling.
“Stop tickling! Stop tickling! I beg you…”
“What, you can’t take it anymore and want to stop tickling? Then you have to talk. Hey, you cute little girl, tell me why you’re so interested in me, whether you’ve had any sexual experience in the past, and when you started masturbating. You have to tell me honestly, and if you tell the truth, I’ll spare you. Otherwise, I’ll do this…”
As Xia Hui spoke, she lifted one of Kimiko's feet and tickled the sole of her foot with a feather.
The young girl pulled her foot back forcefully, pleading urgently and unbearably,
"No, no! Okay, I'll tell you..." ...
The one who led Akikawa Kimiko into the sweet world of sex with her female companions was her aunt—Akikawa Kyoko.
This happened when Kimiko was thirteen years old. At that time, young Kimiko, who had just entered middle school, lived with her aunt Kyoko. Kyoko was twenty-eight years old then, and since graduating from university, she could be described as an independent woman. Her slender figure, round face, big eyes, and high nose bridge all exuded the air of a noblewoman. Because Kimiko looked very much like her aunt, young Kimiko especially liked this aunt who was a woman who had been living in poverty.
Due to the breakdown of her marriage, shortly after deciding to divorce, Kyoko moved out of her husband's house and temporarily lived in her brother's house, helping her brother and sister-in-law with household chores. Given the limited living space, Kimiko's father couldn't think of a good solution for Kyoko's accommodation. In the end, he simply installed a partition in Kimiko's room, dividing it in two. Kimiko slept in the outer room, and Kyoko in the inner room. The already small room suddenly felt even more cramped. But Kyoko didn't mind. She didn't plan to stay long-term, and besides, staying at her brother's house was different from staying at her parents', so she had to make do. Because the room was so small, there wasn't much room for furniture, making it a truly temporary place to live.
One night, Kimiko fell asleep in the outer room. Suddenly, from Kyoko's room in the inner room, she faintly heard a series of painful groans, "Ah... um..." Kimiko was startled awake. Listening carefully to the groans, she thought her aunt was ill.
"Auntie, what's wrong? Are you sick?"
Kimiko opened the sliding door to her aunt's room. She saw her young aunt curled up in bed, shaking her shoulders and groaning as if in great pain. A moment later, her body arched like a drawn bow. She looked exhausted, her eyes closed, sweat plastered to her hair.
"Auntie, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Kimiko asked anxiously. Kyoko, who had been lying on the pillow, opened her eyes and looked at her niece standing before her. Judging from her expression, the pain had disappeared. Although her aunt had looked like she was in great pain, she now seemed to be in great pleasure. At that moment, Kyoko smiled with a satisfied yet mysterious expression.
"I'm not sick, Kimiko..."
Her aunt's expression seemed shy, and her eyes looked tired. Kimiko felt her heart pounding wildly for some reason, as if she had been stimulated by some kind of sensual stimulation.
"Auntie, are you alright now?"
"I'm fine, I'm in a good mood now."
"If you're in a good mood, then why were you moaning so painfully just now?"
The young auntie smiled mysteriously at Kimiko, who had never had sexual experience.
"Since you saw it, I won't hide it from you anymore. Just now... just now... I, I was masturbating. For a married woman, this... well, you're still a bit young, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. Hey, do you know what masturbation is?"
"Masturbation..."
She had heard her female classmates talk about it in private and knew that masturbation was a "secret game for girls." But facing the facts before her eyes, it was difficult for Kimiko, who had just had her first period, to understand it all at once.
However, she wanted to understand what masturbation was all about.
"So, Auntie, what's going on with masturbation..."
Little Kimiko asked with great curiosity.
"Want to know? Then I'll teach you. But you have to keep it a complete secret! Don't tell anyone, especially not your parents. Just keep it to yourself."
Kimiko nodded silently.
Kyoko pulled little Kimiko, who was wearing Western-style pajamas, onto her bed. The two lay down facing each other. Her aunt turned off the light, and in the darkness, Kimiko could vaguely see her aunt's delicate, fair face. After a while, her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and she could see the fullness of her aunt's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. Her aunt seemed to have just taken a bath before going to bed, and she smelled a strong scent of soap that was very comforting. This was the first time Kimiko had slept with anyone other than her mother, and just lying together like this, especially with her aunt, made Kimiko's heart pound.
"Take off your pajamas,"
her aunt said, and with very practiced movements, she took off the pajamas from the cute little girl's back. Now, Kimiko was only wearing a pair of white pantyhose. Kyoko had also taken off her yukata, leaving her in just a small pair of pantyhose as well.
"What tempting little lips."
The naked, married aunt pulled the stunned, innocent girl into her arms and began to suckle at Kimiko's rosy lips. At the same time, Kyoko's hand was kneading Kimiko's small, apple-like breasts that were beginning to swell.
"Oh... oh..."
"Bear with it, you'll feel good soon."
Her small nipples were engorged from the kneading, and soon Kimiko felt a strange urge to tickle, a urge that spread like ripples in water.
"Ah... um..."
Kyoko's mouth moved from Kimiko's small lips to her small, apple-like breasts. The small, engorged nipples were sucked and stimulated by the tongue, and the girl let out sweet moans.
"How does it feel, right?"
Akikawa Kyoko had her niece lie on her back on the Simmons bed. Then, she straddled Kimiko, continuing to stimulate the girl's erect, small nipples with her lips, tongue, and teeth. Next, Kyoko's hand moved towards the girl's lower abdomen.
"Ah! No..."
"Don't move, just bear with it a little longer..."
"Ah..."
"Open your legs, don't be nervous..."
Kyoko's hand, like a living little animal, crawled across the cotton stockings. It stopped on the soft, raised patch of fat above the pelvis.
After gently kneading it for a while, Kyoko's fingers slid between the girl's legs.
"No, Auntie, why are you touching that?"
"Touch this spot, and you'll feel incredibly good."
"Nonsense..."
"Really, what do you know? Auntie wouldn't lie to you. Just wait and see."
Kyoko's fingers pressed against the girl's trembling, open thighs, slowly pressing and kneading the upper part of that secret crevice, applying very subtle pressure.
"Mmm... oh..."
"How is it? I wasn't lying, was I? Does it feel good?"
"Mmm, a little..."
The cute little girl breathed heavily, constantly biting her lip.
"Ah, ah... Auntie..."
"Is it here? Hmm, if you keep doing this, you'll definitely feel incredibly good."
"Oh... oh! There..."
"It's here!"
Kimiko's genitals were being repeatedly rubbed by her aunt, an indescribable pleasure spreading throughout her body. The initial sensation was like ripples on a lake; later, it was like waves crashing higher and higher in the ocean. Soon, a sticky, rubbing sound came from between the pantyhose and her vulva.
"Hey! It's all wet now. See? I wasn't exaggerating! You're practically like an adult!"
Her aunt suppressed a laugh, then pulled off Kimiko's pantyhose and caressed the tender, soft mound of her vulva. With her fingers, her aunt parted Kimiko's secret cleft, revealing a small, tender clitoris, swollen and engorged with blood, emitting a strong, slightly sour fragrance unique to virgins. Aunt's fingers writhed even more lasciviously around Kimiko's vulva, which was covered in slippery love juice...
"Ah...ah. Oh...ah! Aunt...!"
Now, Kimiko felt nothing but an intense pleasure that spread throughout her naked body. She was held tightly by her aunt, her tender limbs trembling.
"Feeling better now..."
Aunt's tone was also filled with obvious, extreme excitement. After all, this was the first and most intense sexual pleasure felt by a young girl.
"Ah, ah..., um..."
The girl's delicate naked body arched upwards like a bridge, as if something beneath her had exploded. Her whole body convulsed and trembled; in that instant, she felt nothing.
...After a while, both of them calmed down. A very satisfied smile appeared on their faces. They looked at each other, their two naked bodies pressed tightly together. And so, Kimiko seemed to experience a strange, indescribable pleasure.
"How does it feel? Especially good now, right?"
"Mmm."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, mmm."
Her aunt used her fingers to teach the beautiful young girl how to achieve arousal. She cupped Kimiko's face in her hands, licking away the tears streaming from her niece's eyes, and then repeatedly sucking on Kimiko's small lips.
"Now, I want to do that too, just like I taught you..."
Kyoko put Kimiko's hand inside her pantyhose, startling Kimiko. She felt the thick, curly pubic hair and the slippery, sticky fluid secreted from her aunt's vulva. Women secrete this fluid when aroused. Kimiko already knew this.
Kyoko explained the entire structure of female genitalia to Kimiko, and then had Kimiko caress her clitoris with her fingers. Although the caresses weren't quite skillful, the thirteen-year-old girl's fingers still slid with enthusiasm and caress.
"Ah, ah! Yes, yes, like that... oh...!"
Kyoko felt very satisfied with Kimiko's caresses. A hot, throbbing sensation pulsed within the mature woman's womb. Her body twisted back and forth, almost wanting to shout with excitement.
Her aunt's actions terrified the innocent Kimiko, who watched her aunt tremblingly.
Seeing Kimiko's fright, Kyoko could only try her best to suppress her own excitement. She held Kimiko tightly, excitedly saying,
"Kimi, that's really great...!"
Hearing her aunt's praise, Kimiko felt an indescribable joy...
From that night until six months later when Kyoko moved out, Kimiko often slept with her aunt, embracing each other and caressing each other's bodies. Kyoko taught Kimiko how to make love and how to masturbate, little by little. Through this lesbian game, young Kimiko experienced intense pleasure…
Soon after, the divorce decree came down, and Akikawa Kyoko moved out of her brother's house. Kimiko cried sadly, feeling extremely sorrowful. While cleaning the room where her aunt had lived, she accidentally discovered a pair of pantyhose that her aunt had left behind, whether intentionally or forgotten—a pair of worn but unwashed pantyhose. At the bottom of the pantyhose was a light brown stain, and a nostalgic scent, like fresh sea air, filled her nostrils. She felt restless, tormented by an indescribable emotion. From that night on, she began masturbating while smelling her aunt's pantyhose. From then on, masturbation gradually became part of her daily life.
Akikawa Kimiko was attracted to her much older, mature, and beautiful aunt, and simultaneously developed a strange aversion to any contact with the opposite sex. Little Kimiko had experienced homosexuality since she was thirteen.
From middle school until graduating from a women's junior college, strict school rules, coupled with her extremely strong sense of self-esteem, meant that even now, nearing twenty, she had never interacted with any boys, and would even blush at the sound of a man speaking. Despite this, her sexual desire was unbelievably strong; she constantly felt the flames of lust raging within her. Perhaps this was a sensual effect inspired by Kyoko's skillful caresses. Therefore, Kimiko remained a virgin.
...And so, handcuffed, Kimiko, under the constant tickling of the feather in Kiyose Natsue's hand, stammered as she recounted how she developed the habit of masturbation. As Kimiko spoke hesitantly, the feather in Natsue's hand continued to relentlessly tickle the back of her neck, armpits, abdomen, waist, inner thighs, soles of her feet... leaving no part of her body untouched. The feather scratched all over Kimiko's smooth, virgin skin. Kimiko's tender naked body trembled in agony, occasionally letting out moans of unbearable pain. Finally, she was drenched in sweat, the fresh sweat and painful tears wetting her lovely face.
"Oh… that's it… no wonder you're so interested in me! Right, Akikawa-kun…"
Kiyose Natsue unlocked the handcuffs on Akikawa Kimiko's wrists, pulled the sobbing, embarrassed Kimiko, who had been forced to confess her lewd deeds, into a passionate embrace, and kissed her deeply.
"Ah, darling…"
After the passionate kiss, Natsue took Kimiko's arm and led her to her bedroom. The bedroom was opposite the living room across a small corridor. This bedroom was also large; in the center of the wall to the left of the door stood a luxurious, carved wooden double bed. On the wall facing forward, like in the living room, hung a large mirror.
The blood-red carpet, the deep navy blue wallpaper, the candlestick-style wall lamps—everywhere exuded an antique atmosphere, completely different from the modern decorations in the living room; it was entirely classical. Kimiko could tell at a glance that everything in this room was extremely expensive; even the everyday items left this young woman, who had only recently entered the big city, speechless.
(Wow…! Such a luxurious bedroom…)
The bedspread was lifted, revealing wild strawberry-colored satin sheets that shimmered under the wall lamp. Two young women, wearing only small pantyhose, lay on the bed; their snow-white skin appeared even more alluring against the backdrop of the wild strawberry-colored sheets .
"Please, let me go wash up,"
Akikawa Kimiko pleaded, feeling her pantyhose soaked with her own love fluids. She begged Kiyose Natsue, who was on top of her, kissing her all over.
"No, you can't wash it."
Xia Hui flatly refused her plea.
"You're not allowed to wash it! It smells so good, washing it will make it all disappear."
Ears, neck, armpits, breasts, abdomen, thighs… Natsue’s lips, like those of someone starving, repeatedly kissed Kimiko’s soft, smooth naked body. Such a long kissing session was probably to arouse Kimiko’s sexual desire. While kissing Kimiko’s naked body, Natsue Kiyose continued to caress Kimiko’s engorged genitals at the bottom of her wet pantyhose. Natsue Kiyose’s technique in caressing erogenous zones was simply incredible; in no time, Kimiko was sobbing and panting heavily, her plump buttocks twisting back and forth on the purplish-red sheets.
Natsue Kiyose ripped off the last remaining piece of cloth covering Kimiko’s body.
“Oh…! You…”
Out of instinctive shame, Akikawa Kimiko tightly pressed her legs together, her hands involuntarily covering her genitals. With her strong, almost forceful hands, Natsue pried Kimiko's hands away and used her legs to spread Kimiko's legs apart. A patch of dark, fuzzy, curly pubic hair resembled an inverted triangle. From the clearly defined labia majora, which displayed a rich allure, were incredibly enticing, full, and elastic fat. The cleft that divided the labia majora into two lobes presented a very stimulating, gentle curve. Because this area had been thoroughly caressed for a long time, what was now displayed were two swollen, parted, rosy labia minora, like lips adorned with lipstick awaiting a passionate kiss.
"Ah...so beautiful...!"
Kiyose Natsue praised excitedly. After staring at Kimiko's genitals for a while, she buried her face between Kimiko's legs, which were already somewhat dizzy and numb, constantly releasing an indescribable fragrance.
"Ah! Ah! Oh... No! I'm so ashamed!"
From the initial caresses of her Aunt Akikawa Kyoko's hands until now, this was the first time in her life that her genitals had received the lips of a woman. Now, Kimiko was completely numb, and all form of resistance had ceased. She sobbed involuntarily, letting Kiyose Natsue lick and suck her genitals, which were covered in love juice. The naked young girl trembled all over like someone on the verge of death.
"Mmm... Oh..."
Natsue's lips, tongue, and teeth explored the shameful source of the genitals, a place that male genitalia had never touched before, without any reservations. A large amount of love juice secreted at an astonishing speed from the wet, secret passage surrounded by pale pink mucous membranes.
Akikawa Kimiko had completely lost her sense of time.
Kiyose Natsue poured all her passion into the genitals of the very attractive young girl with her tongue and lips, and her hands were also helping. The flames of desire burned fiercely in Kiyose Natsue's heart, but she struggled to control herself. She believed that it was not yet time to insert anything into Kimiko's secret passage, which had not yet been penetrated by anyone.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
Akikawa Kimiko's continuous moans quickened noticeably and became an extremely urgent tone.
"Ah...ah, oh..., Natsue..."
Kimiko shouted excitedly, repeatedly calling the name of the beautiful woman several years older than her. Just then, Kimiko reached the climax of sexual arousal.
Although Kimiko had reached the climax of arousal more than once or twice before, this time was different. She felt that she had never been so excited as she had been. This was probably what people called the peak of sexual pleasure.
3.
Succumbing to the skillful lesbian caresses and caught in the explosive vortex of pleasure that resembled the peak of sexual intercourse, Akikawa Kimiko was completely lost. It took her a while to gradually recover. Natsue brought over a glass of green Riju sake with fine bubbles. Kimiko, feeling thirsty, took it and drank it down in one gulp, then gave Natsue an embarrassed smile. Seeing this, Natsue's eyes lit up. In an extremely excited tone, she said to the young girl, "Hey, how's it going? I've served you for half the day, now it's your turn, right? I beg you to torture me a little."
On the bedside table were two small items: the handcuffs that had just deprived Kimiko of her freedom, and a leather riding crop.
Having just learned that Kiyose Natsue had a masochistic streak, Kimiko immediately understood Natsue's meaning. Her blood rushed to her head.
"You want me to torture you?"
"Yes."
"Hmm... alright then, let me try."
The young Kimiko picked up the handcuffs, and Natsue put her hands behind her back.
*Click*, her hands were cuffed from behind. Natsue, clad only in black pantyhose and already damp, trembled slightly. Being deprived of her freedom was also a way to achieve intense arousal.
"Face me!"
"Yes."
Natsue, lying on the bed, faced Kimiko with her knees bent. Since her bra had been removed, she was now only wearing light brown stockings and black nylon pantyhose held together by rose-colored garters, the pantyhose already damp with sticky love fluid. Through them, one could see the erogenous zones beneath.
"So beautiful! Many times more beautiful than me..."
Compared to the striptease she'd seen on her employee trip, Natsue's naked body, so close to her, seemed even more alluring. Her snow-white, smooth skin, her light strawberry-colored nipples, the taut stockings cinched at her waist, and the black pantyhose clinging tightly to her buttocks, all added a stimulating allure to her snow-white skin.
Kiyose Natsue, her mature and erotic nude body kneeling on the bed, was completely naked. Akikawa Kimiko jumped off the bed and stood behind Natsue.
Natsue's two buttocks, displaying the full beauty of her femininity, were divided into two symmetrical and pleasing halves by the cleft between her buttocks, beneath thin black pantyhose. Kimiko brushed the tip of a riding crop against Natsue's buttocks, causing Natsue to shudder and flinch.
"Do you want me to whip your buttocks?"
"Yes, I do."
Kiyose Natsue, her hands deprived of their freedom, answered sincerely.
"Whip me with this whip, and I'll tell you everything. As long as you're willing to listen, as long as you want to know, I can tell you even the most unspeakable things. Ah, whip me hard!"
Kiyose Natsue said, swaying her buttocks back and forth to entice Kimiko. It seemed that she was, as she herself said, a complete masochist.
"Alright then, I'm really going to whip you now."
Akikawa Kimiko, also naked, gripped the whip handle tightly, raising it high above her head with an imposing air.
"Whoosh..."
The sound of the whip tearing through the air.
"Crack!"
The sharp sound of muscles being lashed.
"Oh! Oh...!"
Kiyose Natsue's bright red lips escaped in a groan of suppressed pain.
"Watch out for the whip!"
The sound of the whip continued, followed by the cracking sound of muscles splitting open. After a few lashes, several red, vein-like welts immediately appeared on Natsue's buttocks.
"Whip it again! Harder!"
Natsue pleaded with Kimiko, wiggling her hips.
"I'm a bad woman, just whip me as hard as you want!"
Kimiko Akikawa swung her whip triumphantly. Two blushes rose on her face, and a strange smile played on her lips. Perhaps relieved of the afternoon's threats, Kimiko now appeared even more alluring and beautiful.
"Hey, Natsue, tell me honestly, how did you become Kuramochi's mistress, and why did you leave him?"
Kuramochi Kenzo had been the company's executive director two years prior. He had transferred Kiyose Natsue from a junior executive position to his office as his personal secretary.
Initially, Kenzo wasn't attracted to Kiyose Natsue's feminine charm; he simply admired her dedication and efficiency. Because the company was privately owned, Kenzo saw rival forces everywhere, and a moment's carelessness could cost him his place. Even a shrewd secretary like Natsue was initially seen as a spy for a rival force, so for a period, Kenzo maintained a high degree of vigilance towards her.
However, as time went on, Kenzo realized that Natsue wasn't part of the opposing forces; she was the kind of person who didn't concern herself with other people's business and just focused on getting her work done. Therefore, the relationship between the boss and secretary gradually became more harmonious. However, some people in the company speculated wildly about this increasingly harmonious atmosphere. They often whispered behind his back, "Kiyose must have been raped by that beastly man." Although they talked about it behind his back and paid close attention to Kenzo and Natsue, they couldn't find any evidence of anything inappropriate.
(He has a wife; isn't he afraid that rumors about a mistress will reach her ears...? Just how strong is the executive director's sexual desire?)
What does the energetic and tenacious Kenzo Kuramochi think about and do in his spare time? His home is in Seta, Setagaya Ward. Although his home is in Tokyo, he often uses the excuse of being busy with work to avoid going home, renting a long-term room in a large hotel in the city center.
After some time, Kiyose Natsue gradually became interested in Kuramochi Kenzo, the executive director who held a clear advantage in the fierce power struggle among the company's board members. This was perhaps due to the superhuman energy he constantly radiated. Those working around him, regardless of gender, felt oppressed and dominated by this superhuman energy.
However, Kuramochi Kenzo was far more than just a domineering and tyrannical person. He was also very capable in other areas. Although not handsome, he had great poise; his clothing was not only fashionable but also expensive, and in any setting, his attire always seemed appropriate and sophisticated.
As a gourmet, he possessed a keen sense of taste and smell, and knew everything about famous wines produced around the world. Even more astonishingly, he was fluent in several foreign languages, especially English. When receiving guests from England and America, he could converse fluently without a translator. Born into a poor farming family in Nagano, he completed his university education entirely through his own diligence and hard work.
Where did he acquire such extensive knowledge and refinement?
(He's truly an unbelievable person...)
One day, by chance, Kiyose Natsue unexpectedly discovered her boss's hobby.
Kuramochi Kenzo, the executive director, who had just returned from a business trip to the West German international sample market, asked Natsue to organize the relevant materials he brought back. While organizing the materials, Natsue found several magazines in his travel suitcase, which seemed to be erotic magazines.
(Ah! The executive director likes this too...)
After entrusting this task to Natsue, Kuramochi went out to run other errands, leaving Natsue alone in his office. She quickly skimmed through the magazines.
(Oh dear...!)
Kiyose Natsue felt her face flush, and her heart pounded wildly. On the cover of one magazine, every person, male or female, was holding a whip. On the inside front cover, a naked woman's buttocks bore clear whip marks, the number of which could be counted precisely.
(This is definitely a pornographic book; this one seems to be specifically about whips…)
The mature and beautiful female secretary felt a surge of heat throughout her body. Her heart pounded as she quickly flipped through the magazine. One page was filled with close-up photos of numerous men and women begging each other to whip their buttocks with whip oil—obscene images. Among them were tutors and students, masters and maids, mothers and sons, mistresses and male servants, doctors and nurses…
As Kiyose Natsue looked at these photos, her inner thighs grew hot. She recalled the homosexual-tinged private torture inflicted on her by a guy named Yoshio Yoshikawa during her high school years.
(I was tortured by that guy four times. He also particularly liked to spank my buttocks, but not with a whip, but with leather straps or slippers…)
The memories, mixed with pain, humiliation, and shame, made Kiyose Natsue tremble involuntarily. When Yoshio Yoshikawa beat her, he would always beat her snow-white buttocks until they were bright red, and he would never stop until they were that red. Not only that, after beating her, he would play with her most shameful parts until she reached the most excited state...
Natsumi recalled these dizzying memories.
At this moment, Natsumi's hand, which was flipping through the magazine, stopped. On this page, a series of photos of a blonde young woman being punished by a burly man caught her eye. This was probably the boss punishing his female secretary. She read the description below, and sure enough, it was.
The female secretary had probably done something wrong, and the boss was punishing her. The man, who was as burly as a bear, had rolled up his shirt sleeves, and his hairy hands were slapping the buttocks of the blonde beauty—the female secretary—who was lying face down on his knees.
The female secretary's skirt was rolled up to her waist, and her black nylon pantyhose were pulled down to her thighs. Between the white stockings and the black briefs, her snow-white buttocks were completely exposed. The
beautiful, all-haired woman, seemingly forced to her boss's knees, appeared extremely humiliated, her slender body arched, biting her lip, trying to endure the pain.
The domineering boss, seemingly still not appeased, after spanking her buttocks, pulled off her skirt, made her stand facing the wall, and picked up a ruler made of thick wood, striking her bare buttocks, leaving wide welts on the blonde beauty's mounds. Finally, the boss pushed the female secretary down onto the desk, stripped naked himself, and straddled her…
Kiyose Natsuki unconsciously felt sympathy for the woman in the magazine being spanked by her boss, as if she herself was caught in the humiliation and pain. Just then, the phone on the desk rang, bringing Natsumi back to reality from her daze.
Her sexual desire was already aroused, and she was unusually agitated. The bottom of her pantyhose was soaked with copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Although she was alone in the office, she was blushing with shame.
(So the executive director is a sadist who enjoys spanking women!)
That's why he bought this magazine. The place selling magazines featuring whipping exhibits must be a local nightclub or something similar; Natsumi was very confident in her deduction. Moreover, she believed that Kuramochi Kenzo probably found perverse pleasure and satisfaction there. For the autocratic, power-hungry Kuramochi Kenzo to have such a hobby was simply unbelievable.
(So, how does the executive director usually deal with these desires and demands...? Does he also want to use his hairy hand, rolled up in his sleeve, to slap the buttocks of a woman wearing provocative pantyhose...?)
Kiyose Natsue's mind wandered aimlessly like this, as if the hand in the picture had already slapped her own buttocks. These wild thoughts, however, became reality a few hours later.
Having been perused by erotic magazines, Kiyose Natsue, her emotions already running high, could no longer contain herself. Since she was alone in the executive office, she brazenly reached under her skirt.
Her fingers slipped inside her pantyhose, caressing the wet, lubricated area, completely lost in the moment. In doing so, she completely forgot about an important phone call—a major business deal that a long-time client had asked Kuramochi to handle for him. Kuramochi returned to
the company just before the end of the workday. Upon learning of this, he immediately flew into a rage. He berated Kiyose Natsue, who stood trembling in fear at his desk.
The nickname "Demon Sword" was truly well-deserved. It was said that Kenzo was particularly fierce when angry, and there were even legends of him scaring male employees so much they wet themselves. Now, Natsue was experiencing these legends firsthand. Faced with her enraged boss, even the beautiful secretary couldn't help but cry.
"You think you can get away with your serious dereliction of duty just because you cry, girl? That's impossible!"
Most men can't resist a woman's tears, especially a young girl's, but Kenzo is different. This is probably due to his inherent sadistic nature. He has a strange penchant for inflicting utter cruelty on the weak, those completely under his control. In his rage, Natsue was so frightened that she almost lost her senses, unconsciously muttering,
"Executive Director, please
don't be angry. I beg you to punish me." In that instant, the furious boss's expression softened considerably, and he stopped yelling. Natsue blushed, startled by her own words. But it was too late; the words were already out.
"What did you just say…?"
Kenzo asked with great interest.
"...Hmm...Indeed, that's more like it. Feeling remorse for your mistake, you're asking for punishment. So, how do you intend for me to punish you?"
Kiyose Natsue answered in a trembling, indistinct voice, like a mosquito's buzz:
"Then...you'll spank me..."
"Really? My butt? Really?"
The energetic Kuramochi Kenzo, upon hearing Natsue's words, his eyes lit up with excitement. He took off his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to his arms. His muscles were as strong as a laborer's, his wrists and back covered in coarse hair. Natsue trembled at the sight.
"Hey, come here, come here!"
Kuramochi Kenzo pointed to his knees. The apprehensive, beautiful secretary slowly moved in front of her boss, pressing her lithe body against his lap. It was a typical position for a submissive, her long, wavy black hair cascading to the floor.
That day, Kiyose Natsue was wearing a navy blue tight-fitting dress. The domineering boss lifted the skirt up to her waist, revealing the beautiful girl's alluring lower body.
"Ah! You...!"
Feeling embarrassed after all, Natsue covered her face with her hands. Kuramochi Kenzo, however, stared unabashedly at his secretary's captivating buttocks.
"Hmm...!"
Because Natsue was tall, her well-fitting clothes made her appear even more upright, thus giving her a very cool impression. Kuramochi Kenzo had probably been lusting after Kiyose Natsue—his secretary—for a long time, and this time he finally had the chance to have his way. Now, Natsue was lying on his lap, and her skirt had been lifted up to her waist. The muscles of the female secretary's buttocks were very satisfyingly full. Her alluring buttocks were tightly wrapped in flesh-colored pantyhose and light blue nylon briefs, exuding a woman's moist and stimulating atmosphere. Kenzo was somewhat dizzy from the scent of those two full, alluring, curved mounds of flesh, mingled with the fragrance of expensive perfume and the skin of a mature woman.
Staring at those two warm, full mounds, bulging through his underwear like a full moon, Kenzo seemed to forget himself for a moment. Unconsciously, he reached out a rough hand. The tyrannical boss began to caress the buttocks of his beautiful secretary, who was weeping with humiliation and regret.
"Ah! Please don't..."
The beauty on his lap suddenly trembled, and an even stronger fragrance filled Kenzo's nostrils. Kenzo was too sensitive to this scent, a result of his lust. He carefully observed the secretary's buttocks, which were swaying with fragrance, as she lay on his lap, his expression extremely smug.
(This girl is in heat...)
His gaze, filled with intense desire, was fixed on the round buttocks on his knees. Through the flesh-colored pantyhose, he saw a stain at the bottom of the bikini-style thong, wet with arousal fluid.
"Hey, what's that on your pantyhose?"
Kiyose Natsue was overwhelmed with shame, her vision blurring as her boss discovered the secret of her most private area. She sobbed even harder. What a coincidence that her boss had found out.
"Thinking about sex during work hours is unforgivable! You're really going too far!"
Kuramochi Kenzo said, pulling Natsue's pantyhose and thong down to her thighs in one swift motion.
"No! Manager, please don't do this!"
Kenzo had already pulled the pantyhose down and could clearly see the bottom of the double-layered pantyhose, where a patch of white, honey-like fluid, overflowing from the beautiful secretary's body, was clearly visible.
"Looks like you're a lewd woman!"
Kuramochi Kenzo pressed one hand against the back of Natsumi's neck, raising his other, authoritarian, and forceful hand.
"Smack!"
Her full, round buttocks were unexpectedly slapped. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room. It was a sound that brought a sense of relief.
The secretary's stretched limbs trembled with each beating. But Kuramochi Kenzo held her down without mercy, continuing to hit her.
"Here!"
"Crack!"
"Oh...! Forgive me!"
"Lewd girl, bear with it."
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
"Forgive me. Executive Director... Ah...!"
The rough palms attacked the secretary's buttocks relentlessly, like a storm. Her snow-white, silk-smooth buttocks were slapped until they were red, and in an instant, her smooth, delicate buttocks were covered with palm marks.
"Ah! Oh...! Executive Director, please spare me... Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much..."
Her long, wavy hair was disheveled. Kiyose Natsue writhed in pain, crying as she did so. Kuramochi Kenzo, while relentlessly beating her, spread her buttocks. Her labia, adorned with vibrant pubic hair, suddenly came into his view.
"Oh...!"
Honey-like love juice overflowed from that graceful, stamen-like opening. This translucent liquid even soaked the inside of her thighs.
(This girl, even with her buttocks beaten like this, she can still produce so much love juice, she...)
Kuramochi Kenzo, with his sadomasochistic tendencies, looked down at his secretary, who was lying on her lap, and chuckled inwardly. At the same time, he suddenly realized that he had a desire to possess the body of this beautiful secretary lying on his lap.
"Kiyose, do you like being sexually abused?"
(Ah! I can't hold back anymore, now that my true nature as a promiscuous woman has been exposed by my boss...)
The female secretary, naked and trembling, lay prostrate on her boss's lap, her hands covering her face. She cried desperately while her mind wandered.
Her buttocks, red from the beating, throbbed with pain, yet somehow, a sweet numbness rippled through her womb. This was evident from the copious, sticky love fluid overflowing from her. Moreover, this forced, shy, and lewd posture would arouse any man's intense lust.
"This is the punishment you suggested, isn't it? Haha...!"
Kenzo laughed with great satisfaction and continued slapping. But this time, the slapping was much gentler: it was more like caressing than punishment.
Now, it was well past closing time, and there wasn't a soul in sight on the boardroom floor. Aside from the night shift security guards, no one else would be here. Kenzo boldly pulled down his pants, exposing his genitals, and stubbornly and forcefully forced Natsue to touch them.
"Kiyose, you might as well become my sex slave."
If she didn't, Kenzo threatened to severely punish her for masturbating during work hours, and make it public. Faced with her boss's threat, Natsue could only cry; she had no other choice. Seeing that Natsue seemed to agree, Kenzo immediately ripped off her top, tearing open the buttons of her short, silk blouse. Below, instead of the usual tank top, Kenzo saw a rose-colored bra. The bra covering his secretary's round, high breasts was a sponge bra decorated with silk lace. The bra's design emphasized sexiness. A faint scent of high-end Langco perfume wafted from it.
"How annoying!"
Kenzo ripped off the short blouse and bra and threw them on the ground, revealing her full, smooth, and snow-white breasts, which possessed a remarkable elasticity. Kenzo's rough, laborer-like hands, covered by black hair, pressed against the secretary's breasts, kneading and rotating them, fully enjoying the indescribable, exciting elasticity.
"Oh... um..."
Kiyose Natsue groaned helplessly. Kenzo's thick lips sucked on the small, strawberry-tip-like nipple at the apex of Natsue's standard 87-centimeter bust. After a while, he used his teeth to bite the nipple, twisting it back and forth.
"Eh... ya! Ah..."
A slight pain spread throughout her body, and Natsue's upper body arched back desperately, pushing her boss's face away with her hands. Kenzo used his strong arms to hold her tightly, rendering her completely immobile.
"No! No! Executive Director, ah...!"
came a cry of pain from being bitten. Oily sweat glistened on her aching skin. Her sensitive nipples were being sucked and bitten by Kuramochi; although she felt some pain, it only fueled her even stronger lust. The beautiful secretary swayed and twisted on her boss's lap as if in a trance.
In fact, Natsue had a very obvious reaction the moment her boss uttered the word "sex slave"; her whole body trembled the instant he spoke those two words.
"Do as I say. From now on, you are my sex slave. No matter when or where, you must obey me completely and submit to my every whim. You cannot show the slightest unwillingness. To tell you the truth, I've wanted to take advantage of you for a long time. First, I was a little reluctant, and second, I never had the opportunity. Since you took the initiative to request punishment today, I'll take this opportunity to fulfill my wish. Everything I did to you just now was to make you a sex slave to satisfy my various desires. Hmm, how about it..."
The female secretary, who was being held tightly by Kuramochi Kenzo, struggled desperately and shook her head repeatedly, but Kuramochi ignored her. His hand reached towards the female secretary's bare crotch, where her pantyhose had been pulled down to her thighs, and he began to roughly grope and play with her wet, flower-like labia minora.
"Ah...! Mr. Executive Director, you, ah... no! No! Please, don't do this."
"What, you don't want me to do this? Hmm
, shut up!" "Ah. Ah, it hurts. It hurts..."
Humiliating groans, painful sobs, and soon, Natsumi couldn't bear it anymore and gave in.
"...Okay, okay, as you said..."
"Sigh..., that's right."
Executive Director Kuramochi used force to make the beautiful female secretary submit. He ripped off the last bit of cloth left on her body, pantyhose and briefs, and made the naked female secretary sit face-to-face on his lap, inserting his already erect and large penis into the female secretary's secret passage overflowing with love juice. After one ejaculation, Kenzo carried Natsumi to the writing desk and did it a second time.
From
that night on, the relationship between Kuramochi Kenzo and Kiyose Natsumi changed from boss and secretary to master and sex slave. Kenzo made the following demands of Natsue: within the company, she must address him as "Executive Director"; outside the company, she must address him as "Master." Even more demanding was that, both inside and outside the company, she must satisfy his ever-present, animalistic sexual desires.
Kenzo also requested that a special set of clothing be made for his secretary and sex slave, Natsue Kiyose, to clearly distinguish her from the other female employees in the company. Especially the underwear—stockings, garter belts, bikini-style transparent pantyhose, and other Western-style lingerie. This shows Kenzo's extreme interest in the types of underwear women wear.
"Do you have stockings, garter belts, or mini bikini-style pantyhose?"
Natsue Kiyose shook her head. She wouldn't use such things unless most women did. However, once you did, you'd definitely find them comfortable and convenient.
"Hmm, it would be such a shame if she didn't wear a special uniform."
Kuramochi Kenzo was preparing to order several special, higher-end uniforms for Kiyose Natsue. However, what underwear she wore, what kind of bra she wore, what kind of pantyhose she wore, etc., all had to be at his behest.
(Now, she's become her boss's sex slave, even the freedom to choose what kind of underwear she wears has been taken away.)
The beautiful secretary, enduring unspeakable humiliation, followed her boss out of the office. They took the elevator around the corner. There were already several people in the elevator, all ordinary employees who often had to rely on overtime pay to live. In the elevator, Natsue stood next to Kenzo, trying her best to appear nonchalant, but she could still sense that the people in the elevator seemed to know what had just happened in the executive director's office. She couldn't help but blush and hang her head. Although she had wiped the mixture of her own love fluid and her boss's semen between her genitals and legs clean, she still felt that the mixture was still flowing out.
The time machine carrying Kuramochi Kenzo and Kiyose Natsue sped along for a while until they arrived at a place called Mount Taikan.
"Hey, get off, we're here."
They got off the time machine and came to a large shop window displaying a wide variety of women's underwear. This was a shop specializing in women's underwear and accessories, named "Underwear Club."
"Wow! Quite a selection!"
Kiyose Natsue muttered to herself, looking at the items in the window.
Kenzo Kuramochi led his female secretary into the specialty store. It was called the "Lingerie Club" because it was practically a world of intimate apparel, a garden decorated with a vast array of colorful and diverse underwear. A proper man would feel quite embarrassed here, but Kenzo seemed unconcerned. He appeared to be a regular.
"Oh, you've arrived! Please come in."
Just before closing time, a very beautiful, voluptuous middle-aged woman, definitely not a sales clerk but more like the proprietress, approached Kenzo. No one would deny that she was a movie star. She seemed quite familiar with Kenzo.
"Get this young lady a set of underwear, the whole set,"
the proprietress-like woman said
. "Understood."
She gave Natsumi a seductive smile and casually took down a "Temporarily Closed" sign hanging on the door.
"I want a set of lingerie for a sex slave."
"Ah...!"
Kiyose Natsue was stunned, her face turning bright red to the roots of her neck. Why did he have to let her know?
"Haha... Miss, don't be afraid, I'm his younger sister. My name is Nonomura Yako, nice to meet you... This must be your first time visiting our shop, but you're the prettiest person I've ever been to. Hehe... Come on, please come this way."
Kiyose Natsue was led to a fitting room in the shop, which was much larger than a regular fitting room, resembling a single room in a hotel.
"Hey, miss, please take off your clothes."
The proprietress, holding a pile of various kinds of intimate apparel, said to Natsue.
Natsue seemed a little hesitant.
"Once you become a sex slave, you won't have any freedom, he must have hit you, right?"
The proprietress, Yako, slapped Natsue's buttocks through her skirt. As if by reflex, Kiyose Natsue immediately stripped off all her clothes, standing there naked, her entire voluptuous body exposed to the female proprietress. Natsue covered her front with her hands, her body trembling slightly.
"It's from my brother hitting me, oh dear, it's all swollen..."
The mature middle-aged woman suddenly began to stroke Natsue's round buttocks, which were covered in handprints.
"Ah! You..."
The hot, burning buttocks trembled with embarrassment.
"This figure is so beautiful, so stimulating, even as a woman, I..."
The proprietress's words carried a vague, almost homoerotic, passion. Her warm breath brushed against Natsue's neck. Was Kenzo's sister a lesbian?
Yako had specially chosen black, red, and white underwear for Natsue, all of which included bras, bikini-style panties, and suspenders.
"Which one do you want to wear now?"
"Hmm... black, I guess..."
"Haha... that's a color prostitutes like. But with your fair skin, it actually makes a better impression."
Yako enthusiastically helped Xia Hui, who had become her brother's sex slave, put on these petite and exquisite lingerie decorated with black silk lace. Both the bra and the pantyhose were completely transparent, making it almost like wearing nothing at all; her nipples and pubic hair were clearly visible. It was truly an intimate garment that could instantly arouse lust at first glance.
Xia Hui put on the bra first, and then her hand reached for the pantyhose.
"Hey! Wait a minute, this is probably your first time wearing a suspender top."
"Yeah, it's my first time."
"So you don't understand? You should tie the suspender top first, then put on the stockings, and finally the pantyhose."
Yako deftly tied the black satin suspender top tightly around Xia Hui's waist.
(Oh, it's really tight, but it feels okay...)
Kiyose Natsue felt the very elastic straps digging into her waist, stimulating the senses of this shy girl wearing suspenders for the first time.
Next, Yako put on black, sheer nylon stockings embroidered with the Dior logo. Yako, exuding the scent of high-end perfume, deftly slipped the stockings onto Natsue's taut thighs, casually caressing her beautiful, milky-white legs.
"Hey, after putting on the stockings, put the suspender's buttons through the stockings. Otherwise, the stockings will be outside the suspenders."
"Why do I have to wear them like this..."
"It's convenient, so you don't have to take off the stockings. You can take off your panties anytime, especially if you're a sex slave..."
Yako handed Natsue the erotic black pantyhose while instructing her on how to put them on. Xia Hui took the pantyhose and was about to put it on.
"No!"
Ya Zi slapped Xia Hui's bottom hard.
"When women are putting on and taking off pantyhose, that's when men get most excited. So, you have to adopt some more provocative poses."
In front of the large mirror in the fitting room, Ya Zi made Xia Hui stick her alluring buttocks out first, and then put on the pantyhose. Xia Hui practiced repeatedly as Ya Zi instructed.
"Also, when you put them on, spread your thighs wider, make sure the crotch of your thighs is very prominent, that will be more provocative."
Then, Ya Zi scolded the somewhat bewildered Xia Hui in an even more stern tone.
"No matter how beautiful a woman is, if she's not admired, she's like a withered flower, utterly worthless. She must be exposed to the lustful, greedy gaze of men, arousing their desire. That's our pride as 'flower vases.' This is something we must never forget."
Finally, Yako imparted her experience to Fukue while slowly caressing Natsue's full, alluring vulva, covered by a thin sheet of nylon.
...The next day, Kiyose Natsue, the managing secretary of the Drilling Instrument Company, arrived at work promptly at 9:00 AM.
If you looked closely, you'd notice her eyelids were slightly swollen, and her eyeshadow was darker than usual due to the eye drops she'd applied. The signs of fatigue from being forced into her boss's sex slave the previous night were easily noticeable to a discerning eye.
Kuramochi Kenzo arrived at work at 9:30 AM. He wore a well-tailored suit, the scent of Langco perfume lingering on it. As always, he strode confidently into the executive director's office.
"Good morning," said
Kiyose Natsue, standing in the doorway to greet her boss. Her face flushed and her legs trembled slightly upon seeing Kenzo.
"Yes, good morning,"
Kenzo replied calmly. Yesterday after work, in this very room, he had twice raped his personal secretary, yet he acted as if nothing had happened, appearing completely unconcerned. He sat down behind his heavy mahogany desk, picked up a cup of strong coffee that had been prepared for him, sipped it slowly, and then glanced at his work schedule for the day. These were tasks he had to perform every morning.
His gaze fell on the important ledgers needed for settling accounts, and he briefly explained a few of the more important receipts to Natsue.
Before embarking on any important task, Kuramochi Kenzo's eyes were sharp as an eagle's as he meticulously planned his work, his brain cells working at full capacity. At this moment, Kenzo was indeed a shrewd and capable business leader.
The morning's hustle and bustle had passed. Kenzo leaned back leisurely in his chair, his sharp gaze sweeping over the body of his beautiful secretary, who had become his sex slave the previous night. Natsue suddenly noticed her boss staring at her and immediately felt embarrassed, her body trembling. Scenes from the previous night flashed before her eyes. Every time she recalled what had happened, her buttocks felt a burning pain.
Kuramochi Kenzo snapped his fingers triumphantly in front of his face.
"Well, I like snapping my fingers like that. From the moment you uttered those words last night, you were my sex slave. Haha... wherever you are, that's great..."
"Uh, yes, Master..."
Natsue stammered nervously.
"Hmm... okay! Come here, pull your skirt up...!"
"...!"
"Did you hear that? Every morning I check what kind of underwear you're wearing. If it's not to my liking, I'll whip your ass! I won't stop until there are bloody marks."
Her boss's words felt like a knife piercing her uterus; Xia Hui felt a storm of sexual sadism about to engulf her.
"Yes, Master, please check..."
Xia Hui turned around and closed the door to the executive office. No one could enter the executive office without knocking. The beautiful secretary slowly made her way to her domineering boss behind the desk, nervously pulling up the hem of her tight-fitting suit skirt.
First, black stockings were revealed, then the buttons of her black suspenders, and finally, her lower abdomen was covered by bright red nylon bikini pantyhose. Kenzo saw the white, lotus-like thighs and rounded buttocks between the black and red tight-fitting underwear. Moreover, beneath the bright red nylon fabric, Kenzo could clearly see the delta formed by very vibrant pubic hair.
This set of underwear had been specially delivered to Natsue's apartment last night by the people from the "Underwear Club," at Yako's request. She herself thought the red pantyhose looked better than the black ones, so she changed into the red pantyhose this morning. However, the mixed-color underwear she was wearing now seemed to add even more provocative allure. Anyone who saw it would feel a sense of arousal.
"Hmm...not bad, very good!"
Kenzo pulled Natsue close, his rough hands caressing her round, smooth buttocks covered by the transparent nylon fabric. As he caressed her, his boss's hand slipped between his female secretary's thighs, playing with her alluring, garden-like genitals. A moment later, the bottom of the secretary's pantyhose was wet again.
"It looks so good. I'm afraid these pantyhose will be ruined by the time I get off work. Haha... Okay, I'll enjoy them slowly when I get home."
Because Kenzo had to chair an important meeting at ten o'clock, he had no choice but to give Natsumi's buttocks a hard twist and release her helplessly.
Thus, Kiyose Natsumi, now a sex slave, began her new and special life as a female employee.
What surprised Natsumi the most was her boss's strong, ever-explosive, and insatiable sexual desire and his stubborn preference for sexually suggestive women's underwear. From the first night she became a sex slave, Natsumi had experienced this firsthand. That night, when she got off work, Kenzo said to Natsumi in a stern voice:
"You, wait for me at the hotel I booked. I'll call you downstairs when I get back."
After saying that, Kenzo handed Natsumi the room key. The hotel he frequently rented was the P...NTE Hotel in Akasaka, where he had a private, long-term leased room. If he got off work late, he wouldn't go back to his home in Setagaya. This was just an excuse; in reality, he often brought girls there to spend the night to satisfy his sexual desires.
After Kenzo finished giving his instructions, Natsue went to the hotel alone. Once in her room, she hurriedly took a shower, carefully cleaned her private parts, sprayed on some of her favorite high-end perfume, applied rouge, and then sat on the sofa, waiting for her boss's return.
Kenzo called at 9:30 PM.
"I'm going back soon. Get ready and wait for me."
"Huh? Master, but how do I get ready…?"
"Take off your outer clothes, leaving only your underwear and high heels. Then open that wardrobe; there's a travel suitcase inside with a neck brace."
"A neck brace…"
Kiyose Natsue asked, utterly bewildered.
"Yes, yes, it's a dog collar. Put it around your neck. There are also handcuffs in the suitcase. Cuff your own hands, make sure to cuff them from behind. Do you understand?"
"...! Yes. Yes, Master."
"There's also a whip in there. Hang it on the hook next to the door."
"Ugh."
Xia Hui's hand holding the phone trembled. She was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat and goosebumps. A feeling of impending sexual abuse washed over her.
"Once everything is ready, open the door a crack, then kneel there with your back to the door, sticking your butt out, and wait for me to come in. If you haven't done what I asked when I open the door, you'd better watch out, I'll whip you to death."
"Yes, Master..."
After hanging up the phone, Xia Hui hurriedly took off all her outer clothes, leaving only her newly washed rose-colored bra, pantyhose, garter belt, and black stockings. All these things were bought for her by Kenzo last night from the "Underwear Club."
She put on her black patent leather high heels, went to the wardrobe, and opened the door. Just as Kenzo had said, there was indeed a large travel suitcase inside. Natsumi gasped as she opened the lid. The suitcase was stuffed full of women's underwear and Western-style pajamas. On one side of the suitcase were whips, handcuffs, and other instruments of torture.
Countless women had satisfied his perverse, bestial lust in this room…
Natsumi took out the collar, handcuffs, and whip from the suitcase and walked towards the door. She knew where Kenzo had called from; perhaps from the downstairs lounge.
(She had to hurry, if she didn't do as he said…)
First was the whip, a whip made of nine twisted leather strips. This was a tool favored by Europeans and Americans when disciplining women with fiery tempers; its craftsmanship was extremely delicate and exquisite. Xia Hui hung the whip on the clothes hook next to the door. Next was the collar, a large dog collar, its inside worn smooth, having been worn around the necks of countless women. With trembling hands, Xia Hui put it around her own neck and fastened the buckle, the feeling of being sexually abducted intensifying. Finally, the handcuffs. She cuffed one hand first, then turned behind her back and cuffed the other. With
two clicks, her wrists were locked in place by the steel handcuffs.
(Now, my freedom has been taken away…)
Following Kenzo's instructions, she used her handcuffed hands to twist the doorknob, opening the door a crack.
"Master, I have prepared as you instructed…"
The beautiful female slave muttered softly as she knelt on the carpet in front of the door, her buttocks facing one side…
(What if someone passes by, sees me through the crack in the door, and, driven by curiosity, pushes the door open…)
The thought crossed Xia Hui's mind. Just imagining it ignited a burning desire for sexual masochism. The bottom of her pantyhose was soaked with the love fluid that had overflowed from her excitement.
One minute, two minutes… time slipped away silently.
(Master, come quickly, look at my posture, is it cute or pitiful? Anyway, I've promised you, so please enjoy yourself, I will endure everything…)
The beautiful secretary's thoughts churned, her blood boiled. She realized the obligations a sex slave had to bear. Her whole body was burning with fever and blood was surging.
The long five minutes felt like an hour. Finally, at the end of the corridor, the sound of the elevator stopping came. Then came the sound of the elevator doors opening with a "clang," followed by the creaking of footsteps approaching.
The footsteps grew closer.
(It's Master…!)
The door creaked open. A gust of air from the corridor brushed against Xia Hui's dazzling white, slightly swaying buttocks.
"Hmm… very good!"
Kuramochi Kenzo, standing in the doorway, nodded and smiled with satisfaction as he saw Xia Hui kneeling there waiting as he had ordered. He first admired the white buttocks of the female slave kneeling on the ground with her back to him, her body surging with blood. The female slave wore a sensual bra, pantyhose, black stockings, and black patent leather high heels. The super-bikini-style pantyhose covering her genitals were made of highly elastic nylon, and the alluring cleft of her buttocks exuded feminine charm. Facing that cleft, anyone would feel an endless lust.
From the secret crevice of the female slave awaiting her master, copious amounts of love fluid secreted, soaking the bottom of her pantyhose. As the fluid overflowed, a uniquely feminine fragrance spread throughout the area.
(The boss seems to have noticed the stain… Oh dear! How embarrassing…)
Kiyose Natsue blushed deeply. At that moment, the boss's lust also surged. He took a whip from the hook beside the door and brandished it.
"You're already this wet, you lewd little girl! What were you thinking about all this time before I came back?"
Kuramochi Kenzo's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Natsue's buttocks as he raised the whip. When the whip, made of nine thin leather strands, fell, it felt as if the air itself was being torn apart.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!…"
The beautiful female slave let out painful groans as the cruel whip lashed her snow-white, full buttocks.
After lashing Natsue more than ten times at the door, Kenzo led her, her buttocks covered in welts, to the center of the room. He pulled a chair from the desk and ordered Natsue to sit down.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. From today onwards, I'm going to properly train you,"
the boss said, taking off his shirt and loosening his tie, seemingly preparing for the discipline of his sex slave. He took a bottle of brandy from the liquor cabinet, poured a full glass, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp. Then he poured another glass and drank that too in one go. Natsue sat on the chair, staring at her boss with fear on her face. Kenzo placed the glass on the liquor cabinet, then walked slowly towards Natsue with his hands behind his back. Suddenly, he lifted Natsue's chin and pressed his thick lips against her rosy lips.
"Oh... um..."
The fragrant saliva mingled with her boss's brandy-scented saliva, swirling in Xia Hui's mouth. She felt incredibly excited, as if she were dreaming. But in that instant, she understood her boss's intention, and she pressed herself tightly against him, the two engaging in a long, passionate kiss. As they kissed, her boss's large, hairy hands began to caress her soft body.
The sex slave, receiving such caresses, felt her body heat up due to the excitement, and soon she was covered in sweat, a scent of expensive perfume wafting through the air.
"Master, just train me according to your preferences..."
Her boss's rough, powerful hands gripped Xia Hui's breasts forcefully through her bra. Forced to say this to her boss, Xia Hui sobbed with shame. Although her boss's rudeness made her feel ashamed and timid, the bottom of her small pantyhose was soaked as if she had urinated, and the thin nylon fabric, slippery and wet, made her dark pubic hair clearly visible.
"Hmm... good! Come on, suck this!"
Standing in front of the chair, Kenzo, who was leaning upwards, unbuttoned his pants. His thick, already engorged penis sprang out like a spring.
"Ouch..."
Kenzo unceremoniously used his left hand to lift Natsue's chin, and with his right hand, he pried open Natsue's mouth with his penis, inserting his thick, fishy-smelling penis into Kiyose Natsue's mouth.
"Oh... oh oh, hmm..."
"Lick it with your tongue, suck it hard!"
This was a typical method of sexual sadism. Kiyose Natsue was not completely inexperienced with men. During her university years and the years after joining this company, she had had sexual relations with several men, but a man like Kenzo was a first for her. Although Yoshio Yoshikawa from high school was also a sadist, he was fundamentally different from Kenzo.
"Suck with your tongue! Harder...! Use your cheeks too!"
Kenzo was teaching her the technique of sucking with her mouth.
"Oh... gulp..."
Kenzo's hot flesh was swollen to its limit in Kiyose Natsue's mouth, giving her a terrifying feeling of suffocation. Her boss's hard penis was completely inserted into her mouth, her face pressed against his lower abdomen, sucking hard on his genitals with her tongue and cheeks, a sadistic, perverse pleasure gradually welling up from within her.
"Excellent!"
The female slave's full oral service made the boss very satisfied. He pulled his penis from Natsue's mouth; the glistening shaft, coated with his secretary's saliva, stood erect with a masculine strength. He stripped off all his clothes and threw them onto the bed.
(Ah! This thing is about to go in from below…)
Kiyose Natsue looked at Kenzo in fear.
However, tonight Kenzo wasn't as impatient as he had been the night before. He draped a yukata over his naked body, then sat down in a chair and commanded his beautiful sex slave:
"Walk back and forth in front of me, wiggle your ass, that's what makes it exciting."
Natsue, wearing only extremely provocative lingerie, stood up from the chair, swaying her long, alluring legs and twisting her slender waist, like a stripper, walking back and forth in the middle of the room. Kuramochi Kenzo, drinking beer and smoking a cigar, admired his beautiful sex slave's seductive body and provocative lingerie.
"That's beautiful! Okay."
Kenzo pushed Natsumi's hand away and said excitedly,
"Now go to the bed, face me, and play with your own genitals."
With the instructions so clear, Kiyose Natsue reluctantly got into bed. Facing her boss, she half-reclined against the pillows, then spread her thighs apart, first thoroughly caressing her labia majora and minora through her pantyhose, then slipping her hands inside to caress her extremely sensitive clitoris and the mucous membrane inside her vaginal opening.
Forced to masturbate in front of a man, the shame made her blood rush to her head. At first, her hands seemed hesitant, moving timidly, but after two minutes, they moved intensely and lewdly, accompanied by moans of extreme excitement. A few minutes later, Natsue appeared to have reached the peak of her arousal.
At this moment, Kenzo stood up from his chair. He walked to the side of the Simmons bed, forcefully spreading the thighs of the half-reclining secretary, and turned her to one side of the bed. Kenzo leaned over the edge of the bed, pressing his face against the bottom of her slippery pantyhose, and began licking and sucking at the source of her intensely feminine fragrance.
"Ah! Master, what are you doing...!"
This move completely caught the female slave off guard. Such a dignified boss was actually sucking her genitals, but she quickly calmed down. Let him be. Besides, wasn't this what she wanted? She was even somewhat pleased; for a short time, her status as a sex slave was on par with her master's. Her
most sensitive areas were constantly stimulated by his lips and tongue. Although she was still wearing pantyhose, and her boss's penis hadn't even entered her, the beautiful female secretary had already reached a state of extreme arousal. After sucking for a while, her boss stood up, pulled off her pantyhose, which were covered in love juice and saliva, and then bent her legs upwards into a crouching position. Kenzo used his strong, thick hands to hold down the backs of her legs, and with his cannon-like, erect penis, he forced open her labia and thrust deeply into that cave of human reproduction.
"Ah, ahh, oh..."
Her boss's hot, hard genitals entered Natsue's body, and she groaned loudly with excitement. Kenzo freed one hand, crumpled up the wet pantyhose he had just pulled off, and stuffed it into Natsue's mouth. He forbade her to scream. Then came more than ten minutes of thrusting. Finally, her uterus was bathed in warm semen, and Natsue was completely lost.
"Hehe... a bit unexpected, isn't it, my lovely girl?"
After all, he was getting on in years, and after subjecting Natsue to a period of humiliation and play, Kenzo Kuramochi felt somewhat exhausted. He lay on the Simmons bed, pressing his face against his female secretary's face, which was streaked with tears of humiliation and excitement, and whispered,
"Hmm, yes, a little..."
"Yes, there's no such thing as a sex slave limited to underwear."
Kuramochi Kenzo muttered softly, as if mocking himself, as he lit another cigar and took a deep drag.
That night, Natsumi learned some things about Kuramochi Kenzo's past: his sadomasochistic nature and his intense fascination with women's underwear were closely related to his very strange sexual experiences in his youth.
...Kuramochi Kenzo, the son of a farmer in the Manchukuo Colonization Corps, was born in Jilin Province, China. Amid the chaos after the defeat in the war, his family barely managed to return to Japan, to his father's hometown, a remote rural village in Nagano Prefecture. The land allocated to those who returned after the defeat was extremely barren, a plateau of volcanic ash. Therefore, the harvest at the end of the year was pitifully small, and Kuramochi Kenzo, as the son, had to leave home very early to find work and help support his family.
This happened before the outbreak of the Korean War. At that time, the American forces occupying Japan took over a large number of estates as their summer retreats. The highland area that nurtured Kenzo had been an excellent summer resort since ancient times, so many brick and tile houses were bought by the occupying forces and inhabited by American officers and their families. Every summer, a community known as "American Village" would emerge there.
The livelihood of the poor farmers in the vicinity depended on the American families buying their vegetables and milk. In addition, boys like Kenzo could also do gardening, planting trees and flowers, painting, repairing small things, babysitting, and carrying luggage and goods for the American families. They earned some temporary income through these various odd jobs.
(To do these things, you can't do without English.)
From a young age, the highly motivated and clever Kuramochi Kenzo used his job as a handyman at a US military officer's villa to diligently learn English from the Americans. In just one summer, he could converse fluently with his master in English.
That summer, when he was sixteen, an extremely unusual and somewhat unbelievable event caused Kenzo to lose his virginity. The person who took his virginity was someone of considerable status. She was Simone, the wife of US Air Force Colonel Scott.
Mrs. Simone was of Nordic descent. She had fair skin, a full head of blonde hair, and a voluptuous figure; she was a beauty in her thirties. Her husband, Colonel Scott, was then the commander of the communications unit at the US military base in Atsugi. Due to his demanding military duties, he was mostly away from the villa, only returning for short stays on holidays. Furthermore, the couple had no children, so the entire house was unusually quiet. In the entire large yard, there was only one black maid, Kenzo, and Mrs. Simone. So Mrs. Simone was closer to Kenzo, affectionately calling him "Ken." Kenzo, taking advantage of his work at Mrs. Simone's house, tried his best to communicate with her in English. He did this for two reasons: to please her and to improve his English conversation skills. Of course, the first reason was primary. The more he pleased Mrs. Simone, the more money he could earn.
It was a very hot day. Kenzo, having just finished mowing the lawn, felt parched and wanted some water. He went to the kitchen through the back door. The black maid, Burts, was out shopping, leaving only Mrs. Simone and Kenzo at home. Just as Kenzo was drinking, he heard Mrs. Simone's voice from the steps, who was cooling off.
"Ken, if you've finished the work in the yard, could you please check the bathroom? The shower isn't working."
"Yes, madam."
Kenzo finished his water and immediately went to the bathroom. He found the showerhead clogged and quickly cleaned it.
(Thinking it was something serious, it's too simple.)
Just as he was about to leave the bathroom, Kenzo's eyes suddenly fixed on a spot like nails. There, on the bed in the dressing room, lay a small piece of black cloth.
(The lady's pantyhose…)
Kenzo immediately realized. It was a pair of nylon pantyhose, very thin, like cellophane, or even transparent. The waist and legs were decorated with delicate lace. The lady had probably taken them off in the morning shower and forgotten to put them away.
At that time, for the average Japanese citizen, owning a pair of nylon stockings was already a precious thing. Such aphrodisiac, thin nylon underwear was something they probably had never even seen, let alone possessed. Kenzo's mind was churning.
Why would a young and very charming woman like Colonel Scott's wife like to wear such erotic underwear? Perhaps it was a sense of liberation she felt in the villa in a foreign land. Kenzo often saw Mrs. Simone, dressed in a Western-style nightgown or long slip, pacing back and forth in the yard while he was working, which made him very uneasy. Looking back now, was Mrs. Simone intentionally provoking this naive young man whose sexual desires were just beginning to awaken...?
The rural boy's gaze was drawn to the tantalizingly colorful women's lingerie that revealed muscles. At this age, with burgeoning and intense sexual desire, it's understandable that he was attracted to such things. Kenzo, too, had unknowingly developed a masturbation habit. Whenever he saw Mrs. Simone in her thin, smooth, and transparent lingerie during the day, her image would constantly appear in his mind after he returned home at night, and he would indulge in masturbation while reminiscing. Now, this long-desired item was before him.
He glanced cautiously up the steps; Mrs. Simone seemed to be asleep, making no sound. Having made up his mind, the boy grabbed the piece of fabric, holding it in his palm like a treasure, his heart pounding like a thief stealing for the first time.
(Ah, so light… as thin as paper.)
The overly delicate sensation stunned the boy. He held it very carefully, staring at it for a while, then nervously unfolded the pantyhose.
"Oh!"
The bottom of the pantyhose seemed a little damp.
(What's going on? Could it be...?)
Kenzo turned the pantyhose over, and the scene before him stunned him again.
On this small piece of black nylon fabric, there was a sticky, white fluid, and he didn't know what it was. It was the honey-like fluid secreted from the mature, aroused body of a woman.
But Kenzo didn't seem disgusted, probably because the strong fragrance emanating from that part stimulated his nasal cavity.
Slightly sour, like fermented cheese, this must be the pantyhose that the lady often used. This indescribable fragrance, a mixture of perfume and honey-like fluid, aroused the boy's virility. The smell emanating from genitals often has a strong stimulating effect on the opposite sex. Perhaps due to the different geographical location, Japanese people have very little body odor, so most Japanese people find strong sexual odors unbearable. Of course, due to different tastes, European and American women don't care much about this. In fact, you see, Mrs. Simone's appearance is dignified and beautiful, but contrary to her appearance, her armpits often emit an unbearable odor.
However, young Kenzo doesn't feel uncomfortable with this smell. As soon as he smells it, he gradually becomes excited, and he feels his blood boiling.
Perhaps it is because there is still a wild olfactory instinct in his body that modern people have lost. In short, the smell emanating from the pantyhose stained with Mrs. Simone's honey-like fluid makes Kenzo's blood boil. Inside his crotch, his penis, which knows nothing about women, is already engorged. It seems to swell with some pain.
(Ah, sigh... this is fucking...)
Kenzo buried his face in the black nylon cloth, desperately sniffing the smell emanating from it, forgetting everything around him. He stood there, unzipped his pants, grabbed the swollen penis that stretched towards the sky, and stood there. He stroked it vigorously, as if in a dream.
"Ah! Ken, what are you doing...!"
Mrs. Simone appeared at the bathroom door at some point, and saw Kenzo standing sideways to the door. Just as she pushed open the dressing room door, she saw Kenzo ejaculating a large amount of semen onto the wall.
"Oh...! Ouch...!"
Mrs. Simone cried out in shock at the sight of the large amount of semen, her body seemingly trembling involuntarily. She was somewhat bewildered by the bold and absurd behavior of this yellow-skinned boy. At this moment, the still cloudy white semen that had just been ejaculated was dripping down the wall. At that moment, Kuramochi Kenzo felt a great fear. He stood there, at a loss.
(What bad luck, how could Mrs. Simone have seen this...)
Not long ago, a young farmer saw a general's wife sleeping almost naked and immediately lost his composure. He gently stroked the officer's wife's thigh, jolting her awake. Seeing a Japanese man touching her thigh, she screamed frantically. The young farmer was immediately arrested by the base's guards. A few days later, his badly wounded body was found in a millet field. Doing such a thing in the home of an occupying officer would have unimaginable consequences if discovered. Kenzo, bewildered, felt despair.
However, Kenzo's fears didn't materialize. Instead of screaming, Mrs. Simone presented a scene Kenzo found hard to believe.
"Oh…! Kenzo, you smelled my pantyhose, and you seemed to enjoy it…?"
A white woman in a thin summer nightgown seemed to smell the scent of Kenzo's recently ejaculated, millet-like semen. She sniffed hard, her fair skin turning pink from the rush of blood. It seemed that Mrs. Simone was also a woman with a strong sex drive.
"Ah, smells so good. It's the scent of a young man..."
A mysterious smile appeared on Mrs. Simone's lips. She took her pantyhose from the stunned boy's hand and used it to cover Jianzao's exposed, not-yet-completely-shrunken penis, rubbing it on the glans, which still had some semen left.
"Ah! You..., Madam!"
Mrs. Simone's unexpected attitude and actions confused Jianzao, making him appear even more embarrassed.
"Hehe, you little thing, you really make me..."
Mrs. Simone whispered a scolding tone, as if in a whisper. However, the smooth nylon cloth remained wrapped around Jianzao's genitals, and as Mrs. Simone's soft hand deliberately stroked and rubbed, Jianzao's extremely sensitive genitals gradually became erect again.
"Oh...you're quite robust..."
The smiling blonde woman tossed aside her black briefs and took Kenzo's hand.
"Come, come, don't be afraid, let's go to my bedroom..."
In Mrs. Simone's bedroom, there was an extra-large double bed, and the window was wide open. To block out the hot summer sun, the double curtains were all drawn.
Mrs. Simone ordered the yellow-skinned boy to take off all his clothes.
"Ken, since you're so interested in my scent, I'll let you have your way."
In front of the still-dazed boy, the fair-skinned blonde woman took off her summer nightgown from above her head.
"Ah! Madam...!"
This was the first time Kenzo had seen a woman's body at such close range, especially a foreign woman. He simply couldn't believe it was real.
He stared intently at Mrs. Simone's spindle-shaped breasts, and involuntarily stuck out his tongue, licking his lips, which were tight with thirst. Kenzo's gaze shifted to the lady's full, protruding buttocks, then to her two shapely, curvaceous thighs... Pantyhose, the same color as her skin, covered her flat lower abdomen. These pantyhose were considered top-quality at the time; still made of nylon, but several times more transparent than the black ones, clearly revealing the lady's golden pubic hair.
"Hey, come here, you incompatible one. Come on, you coward, just lie here and sniff as much as you like."
Lady Simone lay sprawled on the large double bed, spreading her legs wide. The strong body odor and almost animalistic lust rose simultaneously, leaving Kenzo somewhat bewildered.
"Hey, scared? It's okay, come on..."
Kenzo Kuramochi was so aroused he couldn't control himself. He thought to himself, "It's come to this anyway, might as well just go for it and enjoy it for now, who cares about the consequences?" With that thought, Kenzo decided to go all out. He knelt on the edge of the bed, burying his face between the lady's legs. The pantyhose Mrs. Simone had changed that morning; the bottom of the thin, paper-thin stockings smelled damp and had a strong cheesey scent. Kenzo's head went numb, his emotions surged, and his intensely lustful penis became erect again.
"Oh! That's wonderful!"
Mrs. Simone's hands pressed against the Asian boy's head, repeatedly and forcefully pressing against her genitals. The strong feminine scent almost suffocated Kenzo. Despite this, Kenzo, as if in a dream, stuck out his tongue, pressing it hard against Mrs. Simone's genitals, and then used his teeth to lick the bottom of her pantyhose, turning it over and over.
"Oh...! That's wonderful, so comfortable!"
the colonel's wife suddenly screamed. In the blink of an eye, a love fluid, like a mixture of spices, overflowed from between her petal-like labia, soaking a large area of her erotic pantyhose. This copious secretion astonished Kenzo, who had not yet lost his virginity.
(Women, why do they produce this stuff...)
The yellow-skinned boy was extremely excited. He licked the pantyhose soaked with honey with his tongue, sucked on the lady's labia with his lips, and made a series of lewd sounds.
"Oh..., oh..., um..."
Mrs. Simone writhed and twisted her body, making animalistic howls. What she gave Kenzo was a gush of love fluid. The entire bedroom was immersed in a lewd friction between wet muscles and fabric and lips.
Mrs. Simone made sounds that were close to roars and cries of pleasure during intercourse. She twisted and trembled on the bed, clamping Kenzo's head between her legs, as if in a spasm.
After a while, Mrs. Simone seemed to tire, and her legs loosened their grip on Kenzo's head. Kenzo lifted his head, his eyes fixed on Mrs. Simone, who lay supine on the bed, panting heavily. Suddenly, as if possessed, he pulled off the pantyhose that looked like they were wet with urine, which were wrapped around Mrs. Simone's body. Mrs. Simone lay motionless on the bed, her eyes tightly closed. The patch of golden pubic hair on her lower abdomen extended all the way to her anus, and the secret cleft surrounded by the golden pubic hair was clearly displayed before Kenzo's eyes. He stared intently at that alluring, feminine vulva, which exuded the scent of cheese. The reason of the virgin boy was completely lost.
"Madam, um... this..." The
yellow-skinned boy, disregarding everything, pressed his engorged, gun-like penis tightly against Simone's petal-like labia, and with a sudden thrust of his hips, he plunged his entire penis into her body.
"Ah... ah, ah..."
Exhausted, Simone let out a dying, animalistic cry.
"Hard! Oh... so hard! Like an iron rod. Oh, God, I can't believe this is real...!"
Overwhelmed with renewed excitement, Simone sobbed and cried out.
The yellow-skinned boy pressed tightly against her sweat-soaked, slippery naked body, holding her close, his penis thrusting rapidly inside her. At this moment, Kenzo was experiencing earthly pleasure; he felt incredibly comfortable. With each rapid thrust, he felt his penis being rhythmically and continuously constricted by the mucous membrane inside Simone's vagina. The blonde beauty also felt a burning sensation in her uterus; the intense pleasure of intercourse was gradually spreading throughout her body from her vaginal opening, and she roared somewhat uncontrollably. Finally, like a hunter shooting an arrow into his prey, Kenzo thrust his penis deep into the woman's vagina, ejaculating that thin, hot semen unique to young men into her convulsing, sobbing body…
At that time, when the Americans occupied and dominated everything, it was impossible for Japanese men to even have contact with white women like Mrs. Simone, let alone play with them. This stigmatizing atmosphere that viewed yellow people as an inferior race was, from the perspective of the occupiers, shared by everyone who came to this land, whether officers' families, female soldiers, guards, etc.
However, why did Lady Simone seduce Kenzo into her bed? It was probably because her husband was too busy with military affairs and rarely home. In addition, her own libido was quite strong, so her husband could no longer satisfy her increasingly intense desires. No, it wasn't just that. Kenzo was short, with short arms and legs and a large head; in every way, he was comical. His appearance was also rather ugly, which was probably a major reason.
(Why do I look like this…)
Kenzo often thought to himself. Among his siblings, only his appearance was different.
Lady Simone's choice of him must have been largely related to her masochistic tendencies. Most women with masochistic tendencies desire to be humiliated by someone of lower status, and Lady Simone was no exception. A woman of her noble status and stunning beauty, subjected to the torment and sexual abuse of someone ugly and considered an inferior race, would undoubtedly derive intense pleasure from the mutual resistance.
Mrs. Simone offered her body to Kenzo. The fact that Kenzo's steel-hard penis penetrated her gave her immense pleasure.
Perhaps it was because white men's genitals, though large, were not particularly hard, that Kenzo's sensations were so profound. That night, Mrs. Simone secretly summoned Kenzo to her bedroom again. This colonel's wife, with a unique ambition, wanted to become Kenzo's sex slave, to serve him. During this period, Kenzo also yearned for the flesh of a large woman in nylon lingerie, exuding a carnal allure. Simone, coincidentally, could satisfy him in both aspects.
"Ken, from today onwards, I am your master by day, and you are my master by night, until dawn. You can do whatever you want with my body. Fine... if you like, you can whip me too." Late
at night, after Kenji had sex with his wife again, Mrs. Simone tempted him with these words.
Perhaps she had a penchant for being whipped, because several riding whips hung in the bedroom closet. According to the servants, on several occasions, whether the lady had committed some offense or for some other reason, the servants had seen her husband fiercely whipping her naked buttocks.
After hearing his wife's words, the yellow-skinned boy's already ejaculated penis bounced and stood erect again.
"Hey, do you want to see me being whipped? Then go ahead and whip me."
The blonde white woman smiled sweetly at Kenji, then turned around and assumed a crawling position on the bed like a dog. The sixteen-year-old boy, gazing at the white woman's full, rounded buttocks, felt his blood boil; the scene before him was too alluring. Those full, moon-like mounds of flesh, stretched taut by her black nylon pantyhose, exuded a woman's sensuality. Faced with these tempting buttocks, the yellow-skinned boy had only two choices: one, to press his face against the crevice of her buttocks and suckle at the source of her feminine allure; two, to strike the taut muscles of her buttocks with his hand or a riding crop.
His reason, already numb, the boy clearly chose the latter. At first, he hesitated, but then he thought, since the lady was willing, what was there to fear? He made up his mind, and with trembling hands, picked up a riding crop.
"Hey, Dongliang, whip me! Punish this wanton woman!"
Mrs. Simone pulled down her black nylon pantyhose herself, until her thick, golden pubic hair was completely exposed. She swayed her arched hips, further stimulating Kenzo.
"Damn it! I'm really going to whip you!" Kenzo,
mustering his courage, raised the whip and, as if in a dream, lashed it down at her white, gleaming buttocks.
*Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!*
"Wow…! Oh…! Ah…!"
The blonde beauty's buttocks were mercilessly whipped. She groaned and twisted her body back and forth, but this was definitely not an attempt to avoid the whip. After a few lashes, Kenzo paused briefly, but then, as if still unsatisfied, continued whipping. Soon, the lady's snow-white buttocks were covered with crisscrossing, vein-like whip marks. Seeing the lady's pitiful, sobbing state only intensified Kenzo's lust, who had just learned what women were like. Kenzo
's blood boiled, his penis erect like a cannon. He threw away the whip and pounced on the woman's sweat-drenched body like a hungry wolf.
"Ah, oh…! Little thing, wow, how hard, how hot, so amazing! Oh…, um…, do whatever you want, ah… harder, faster, yes, yes, yes, you're like a perfect piston…"
The sallow-skinned boy's penis was tightly constricted by the lady's vaginal sphincter. In this pleasurable sensation, he seemed to forget everything…
…Throughout the summer, the wife of a high-ranking American officer and the Japanese boy, unnoticed by anyone, indulged in carnal pleasure. Mrs. Simone, under the intense whipping, had her masochistic desires fully awakened. Mrs. Simone taught Kenzo how to engage in various perverse sexual games, including exhibitionism, anal sex, whipping, bondage, and humiliation, allowing him to freely manipulate her body. Eventually, Kenzo learned a wide range of sadomasochistic techniques.
Furthermore, for Kenzo, erotic lingerie was indispensable in these sexual games. For example, provocative pantyhose, close-fitting slips, Western-style nightgowns, and stockings and garter belts that accentuated the curves of the thighs, followed by walking around the room in such lingerie; to make the swaying of her full buttocks more sensual, she wore exceptionally high heels; and to prolong the heightened arousal, she used perfumes…
Mrs. Simone was also quite fond of these practices. She saw through Kenzo's obsessive fetish for women's scent and pantyhose stained with their urine and secretions, and cleverly used these things to tease him, further fueling his fetish. His
acquaintance with Mrs. Simone drastically changed the fate of this ordinary rural boy, Kuramochi Kenzo. For Mrs. Simone, Kenzo fully satisfied her intense sexual desires; every two or three days, she felt uncomfortable unless Kenzo's large, steel-like genitals were inserted into her body and stirred around. Autumn arrived, and Mrs. Simone returned to
her base in Yokota. She cleverly persuaded her husband to bring Kenzo to Yokota, where he continued to work for her family. From then on, Kenzo escaped the impoverished rural village of Nagano Prefecture. Not long after,
the Korean War broke out, and her husband, Colonel Scott, was transferred to Korea. This made Simone and Kenzo even more unrestrained. They spent their days immersed in endless, perverse sexual games.
Over time, Kenzo gradually gained control over Mrs. Simone. After discussing it with Simone, he was even able to go to school in Tokyo. Later, he also brought his prettiest younger sister, Asako, to work as a maid in Simone's household. It was during this period that Kenzo learned fluent English and some Western etiquette.
His relationship with Simone continued until the end of the Korean War. At that time, she received news of Colonel Scott's death in action, and as the orphan of a fallen soldier, she was escorted back to the United States. Before leaving, perhaps as a form of gratitude, Simone gave Kenzo a sum of money. He used this money from his wife to complete his university studies…

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