FUMIKO - JAPANESE TEEN AND EXWHORE (PART 3)

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the apartment

the apartment

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A few days later, I went back to see Jose again. I still had enough coke to last me through the weekend, but I had spent the past few days thinking of him often. I wanted to see him again. I thought maybe we’d even be able to go back to the hilltop. I still felt badly for not satisfying him that last time, and wanted desperately to make up for it. They sound like foolish thoughts; I guess there was still a part of me that was innocent and craved for what I imagined spending time with a man could be.

Jose was working his corner again, I don’t know if he ever did anything else. It started to seem like he was always there. He must have had a lot of clients I thought. When I greeted him he looked surprised, I guess he didn’t think he’d see me again until the next week. Jose smiled nonetheless and this time, he stepped in close to me and gave me a soft hug with one arm. I was surprised, I wasn’t sure how to hug back, up until now the only person I can ever remember hugging was my mother, it wasn’t something that was common for Japanese people and something that none of my clients had ever done. So I froze. Jose looked down at me, he seemed disappointed, and I was angry with myself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I pleaded. My eyes even started to tear. “I… I don’t know how,”

I tried to be honest.

Jose just grinned. “Chica you a strange one,” he said then gave a little laughed. “But we can work on that.”

I was glad that he understood.

“You gonna have to wait a while though. It’s cracking tonight and I got to make that moneyFumi-san.”
“OK.”
I spent the next hour watching him from the inside of a late night taqueria. Ever five minutes or so, someone would come looking for drugs. I noticed that depending on what they were asking for, Jose would reach into a different. Later I found out that he mainly sold 2 items: Coke and Marijuana. All the other stuff you could get to much time for, even though the money was good he reasoned. I figured that said a lot about his character, he was a patient man and he thought things out. In that way he was a lot like my father. In between every few clients, Jose would come in to check up on me. He bought me a soda, and even asked if I wanted a taco. I had never had a taco before and although I was interested, I didn’

t want him spending any more of his money on me, so thanked him, but declined.

When Jose’

s pockets were no longer bulging I figured that he had ran out of his products and he was done for the night. We went to pick up his car, and like last time, after we had cleared the parking attendant I leaned back the seat and took off my clothes for him. Jose was pleased and he started rubbing my stomach.

“Chica, you really know how to please a vato,” he complimented. “Cuz damn, I like my girls buck naked.”
I smiled and offered to give him “freeway head.”
“Yeah, but why don’t you just keep it in your mouth. Like last time.”

I bent over to his side and kissed his cock softly, I spent the entire ride as he instructed with his dick in my mouth, slowly twisting it between my cheeks and occasionally pulling it out to give it a kiss or a lick.

He took me back to the hilltop just like I had hoped. Again I sat on his lap as we enjoyed the view.

“You use to work for Duke?”

he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes, you know him?”

I was curious.

“Man, everyone knows Duke, or use to before they got him. Vato was a player. But he got greedy A; started flipping shit he shouldn’t have been touching.”
“I use to work for him,”

I fearfully confessed, I was afraid that telling him so would spoil the moment. Ruin everything.

Jose didn’t think much of it, “Shit you must know Marty,” he laughed.“Shit that explains it.”
“Yes, Marty was nice to me, but he always looked mean,”

I recalled.

“All man, Marty is all good. He’s an O.G.”
I didn’t understand his slang, but I played along. For example, what is vato, or what is O.G. appreviated for. I was a little lost, but I understood most of what he said.

I was still surprised by Jose’s reaction to my relationship with Duke. I don’t know how, or why but Jose seemed able to accept my pass. My family, the police, everyone made me feel like I was dirty for the things that I had done for Duke. I didn’t know any better at the time, I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’

t. Jose was the first person to understand that and to be able to overlook what I had been. In fact, he even sounded excited when I started talking about my clients and asked me to go into detail.

“Fuck girl, that’s hot!”

he complimented.

“That’s OK with you?”

I was unsure.

“Hell yeah! Me personally, I like it when a girl’s got experience. “
It had only been a few meetings, but I was growing a true feeling of attachment for Jose. He was sweet and accepting. Most importantly when I was with him, the world felt like it stopped; it was just he and I. I felt like my past was gone, there was no shame. Somehow I was in a place were everything I wanted to do or could do was right. There were no restriction, no worries about family honor, no no’

s.

“I want to make you come, “ I confessed. “I wanted to thank you for last time.”
Jose took a few seconds to look me over. Then he leaned back on his elbows, against the hood of his car, “You really mean what you say Fumi-san?”

he asked.

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. Words were important in Japanese culture, we are always taught to never say what it is we don’t mean or make promises we can’

t keep.

“How about what you said in the alley?”
I was embarrassed and blushed. I knew that what I had said that first time was said out of excitement and a desire to please. Other then that I don’t know why I said those things, I wasn’t sure if I don’

t think I meant it then. But I was sure now, after spending the last few times with Jose, and sharing my past with him like he had with me, I knew I could truly mean it now.

“I’ll fuck or suck anyone for you too, just tell me what to do,”

I repeated my words from that night.

Jose was pleased, he told me to get on my knees and show him what a good slut I could be. I was quickly finding out that as sweet as he was when we talked one on one he like to be in control when he fucked me, loved talking dirty and loved it even more when I talked dirty back. This was fine with me, the control, I was use to, and coming from Jose I strangely craved. As far as being called a slut or a whore or being prompted to call myself those things, that didn’

t effect me much either. Duke made me use to the names, the girls that worked for him threw the words around carelessly. And besides, I got the sense that for Jose it was just a part of their street language.

Jose offered me some coke as he dropped me off, but I declined.

He looked surprised, and then asked, “Well what was that for?”
“Um, for you,”

I responded and gave him another kiss on the cheek.

Toy Store

Over the next month I saw Jose regularly, I would always take the bus down to the taqueria were he worked, I told Jose about my situation, that I had to wait until my parents were asleep before I could see him. And that no one knew about our meetings or my coke habit. Usually it was just twice a week, my father went out of town on business one week, and I was able to sneak out 3 times. After we finished he dropped me off and asked if I needed any more coke. I usually didn’

t take him on his offer. I was trying to slowly cut back and four lines worth would last me close to two weeks.

Most nights we just went back to the hilltop. There I did, as much as I could to please him, I’

d let him fuck me anyway he wanted: anally, on the hood of his car, doggy style in dirt, whatever he wanted. A few times he even tried eating me out on the trunk. This was strange to me, where he was in a position to try to please me; I received more satisfaction from giving him pleasure. I screamed and begged for more the way I knew he liked it. He especially loved it when I talked dirty in Japanese. I did this for him, all of it.I did whatever I needed to please him.

One night he took me to an adult xxx store. The men there were all older perverts, most reminded me of the clients I use to take and they all looked at me as I followed Jose around while he browsed. I was the only girl there.

“You do anything for me huh?”

he asked.

“Yes.”
“Anything to please? No hesitation?”

he confirmed.

“Yes.”
“Get buck naked,”

he tested.

I was surprise, but wasn’t shocked. I even smiled for him. I did remember him telling me that he liked his girls “buck naked” once when we first meet. I wish I could have said that showing my body to strangers made me feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t. I had given myself to so many other strangers before for Duke that the act of being naked seemed meaningless. And besides I really meant it when I told Jose that I’

d do anything for him. I would have sucked off everyone in that store for him if he had asked. I took off my clothes and that caused a smile on Jose face, and I was happy.

All the men stared, one even tried to approach us, but Jose quickly scared him off. “Look holmes no touching. Get the fuck outta here!”

He intimidated. That made me feel even safer and closer to him.

We shopped for a while and it was fun, he’d pick up an item and most of the time I’d laugh. Sometimes I even gave him my input, like, “Too big!” and we’d laugh some more. By the time we finished our basket was spilling over with toys and even some lingerie and shoes he thought would look sexy on me. He spent well over $200 and I felt guilty that I couldn’t contribute any money. But Jose told me not to worry, we’

d have fun and it was as much for him as it was for me. I was determined not to disappoint.
The Apartment

That was the first night he took me to his apartment. It was a studio in one of the newer complexes downtown. Apparently Jose did well, I thought. His one room home was very bare, yet neat. It reminded me of how traditional Japanese houses were: minimalistic. There was a bed, TV, a glass coffee table and some stools in the cooking area. It was obvious that he didn’t spend much time here. “It’s just a place to sleep.”

He told me.

“I like it.”

Jose laughed, not believing me.

Knowing how Jose liked his girls, I started to strip and even put on the pair of black heals he bought for me at the sex shop. I figured this would make him pleased and it did.

“I like you naked,” he said softly, looking me over. “You going to do this for me all the time?”
“If that’s what you want. Yes.”
“Hmm, how about if I asked you to suck off a stranger?”
“If that’s what you want. Yes.”

I began to walk towards him, kneeling down to undo his khakis.

“You ever have all your holes filled? Would you do that for me?”
“Ha,” I laughed, thinking that I had done that to many times before. “Anything,”

I said as I lifted his cock head into my mouth and started sucking.

“Go get the bags.”

He pulled out a butt plug, a dong and a dildo. He pulled the coffee table in close and stuck the dong to it. Then spun me around and bent me over. I knew exactly what he wanted.

I gave out a sigh of excitement when he inserting the butt plug in and out of me. He played with my behind for a while.

“O yea girl, we’re going to have to keep this in you 24/7,”

he admired.

“If that’s what you want,”

I exhaled in acceptance.

Then he told me to mount the dong and gave me a realistic dildo to suck on. I did as he wanted and rode the rubber cock like I had his. I stared him in the eyes while I sucked and licked on the fake dick. I imagined I was on the top of this car on our hilltop. I could feel the dong hitting against the butt plug inside me and although the sensation wasn’

t new, I was able to enjoy it for the first time. He was pleased and sat back to jerk himself off.

My moaning started to turn to screams. “Ahhh! AAHhhh!”

I continued to straddle the toy for his enjoyment. I was afraid to my noise would disrupt his neighbors so I stuck the dildo deep into my throat.

It was becoming obvious that Jose liked to watch. I had seen this in men before. I had a client that never fucked me, rather he paid to have me done by his friends while he smoked cigars and enjoyed the show. Once a man even paid for very much the same thing just so he could take photos.

Jose finally couldn’

t take anymore. He got up from the bed and pushed his dick against my mouth. I opened to take it happily, pushing him to the back instantly. I was gagging, but I wanted that. He was face fucking me hard while I rode a dong with a plug in my ass.

Jose got to see me with all my holes filled that night and I knew it wouldn’

t be the last time. He enjoyed it too much.

August 12, 2008 | Filed Under Diary, Stories 

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