A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)
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				Title: <strong>A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 00:57:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; “Yes, Sato-san, I completely understand,” Mika Izumi said over the phone as she absently paced along the floor to ceiling windows in her posh office. On the other side, the skyline of Tokyo rose into the night. “I do not wish to upset your wife. My next opening is in one month. Of course, if you have any time free before that, you are always welcome to visit my business. My girls enjoy your company very much.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Izumi disconnected her sleek new phone, the latest model that wasn’t even released to the public. It was a gift from one of her admirers in the mob, and though she hadn’t done anything to warrant such a gift, she made sure the man was well thanked personally.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; She tugged the hem of her satin dress down. The short, tight black garment had a habit of riding up her curved hips, and with no panties, she would be breaking her own policy on public genitalia. It was a European import, with bare sections at her side and shoulders, creating the illusion that she wore a halter top with long sleeves. Her large breasts sat nestled in the open oval at the top of her dress like large firm pillows. Izumi had a naturally small chest, but money had bought her the finest implants on the planet. The color of her hair matched the deep ebony of her dress, pooling to just beneath her shoulder blades.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sato had canceled…that left much of her night open, since he was a client who preferred long, slow sessions. With a small sigh, Izumi sat down onto the leather computer chair behind her desk and crossed her legs. She had been going over the latest spreadsheets of the income the House had brought in. Like every week, it was an enormous amount.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A soft knock sounded at the door, and Izumi called for the person to enter. The mahogany oak doors opened, and a woman stepped in. It was Masami, one of her senior courtesans. She was tall and elegant, as her name suggested, with her long hair done up on an elegant bun with chopsticks. She wore a thin light garment that could possibly be passed off as a robe, despite the fact it was translucent and made of black netting. The top was cut into a halter with billowing sleeves, and the hem ended just after the curve of her hips, displaying a silk thong beneath. It would have lacked any elegance in itself, but a wide red obi wrapped around her waist, ending in a wide bow at the small of her back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Many apologies, Izumi-sama,” she began with a polite bow. “There is a customer who desires your audience.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi all but scoffed and waved her hand. “Then tell him to make an appointment and I will available in a month.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Masami hesitated, then wrung her hands before her. “Izumi-sama…this man has been quite insistent, even when I offered our other services…and he has made a point to show that he is <em>very</em> wealthy.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Money always perked her interest. A patron wanted to see her, was refusing the extensive harem of flawless women before him to see her? And he had the money to match her price as well…and she had an open night. If nothing else, it would be interesting if not fun.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi settled back in her chair. “Very well Masami. Escort him to my office.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Yes Izumi-sama,” the woman replied with another bow, then departed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 01:19:10</strong>
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				Andy sat waiting impatiently, shifting on the large pillow where he had been instructed to have a seat and wait. The woman who had greeted him had definitely given him the impression that what he was asking for was EXTREMELY unusual, but that didn't bother him. Andy Smith didn't take no for an answer.<br><br>It was the same everywhere, really, he thought. He ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair and leaned back, sighing. Every night club, every bar, every restaurant, all over the world it was the same routine: No, we can't serve you alcohol. No, you can't be the bartender for the night. No, we don't serve pizza here in our sushi restaurant. And, he fully expected, at the end of the day this place would turn out to be like all the others: once they understood who he was, and how much money he had, they would abandon their supposed rules and standards. <br><br>The door opened and Andy stood up. He adjusted his designer jeans and wiped non-existent lint from his black button-up shirt. In the incredible style and splendor of this place, he certainly seemed under-dressed. But Andy Smith set his own dress-code.<br><br>"Well?" he asked, crossing his well-formed arms over his chest. The woman, with a frown, nodded to him. <br><br>"That's what I thought," he said, walking briskly out of the room.<br><br>He was shown to Miss Izumi's office quickly. The girl opened the door, ushered him inside, and left. The legendary proprietress of the establishment sat in a chair, waiting for him.<br><br>For a brief moment, Andy was speechless. She was...incredible. Her exotic face screamed sensuality, and her outfit showed off her mouth-watering curves perfectly. He realized he was staring, and tried to recover his composure.<br><br>"Uh, yeah, um, it's about time," he said, stuttering, "I don't like to be kept waiting. You really need to have a talk with your staff about how to treat VIPs. Do you have any idea who I am? Does the name "Andy Smith" mean anything to you? Heir to Smith Enterprises?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:08:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi had to keep the surprise off of her own face, nearly laughing when she saw just how young this person was. Masami had politely referred to him as a man, though ‘boy’ would have probably qualified better. He was young…very young. So young, Izumi nearly considered calling her security to escort a minor out of an adult premise. But her courtesans knew better than to let a minor into the House, especially with the consequences she offered.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was taken aback when he laid eyes on her, which also surprised her slightly. Normally someone would have taken their fill of skin and breasts upon entry; Masami possessed a fine pair nestled within her see-through netted top, yet he paid her no mind when he entered.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi turned the purse of her crimson lips to a polite smile at his greeting and what a mouthful it was, rising to meet him and extending her hand delicately. “My apologies if you were kept waiting, but such a request is unusual at this establishment,” she replied in fluent English. He seemed to be the typical crass American. “I am Mika Izumi, and I welcome you to my House of Pleasure, Andy Smith.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She motioned for him to sit in the plush velour chair in front of her desk, then sat back down, once again crossing her legs and keeping the welcoming smile on her face. He didn’t seem to be dripping cash, as Masami had said. He probably talked big about his wallet, but when brought up to measure, his mouth was a lot bigger than his pockets. Once he found out about the prices, he’d probably be out faster than he came in.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I have not heard of Smith Enterprises,” Izumi said. “But I’m sure it is a fine establishment, especially if it finds itself here in Japan.” It was just a little sugar coating to cater to his ego. Izumi could care less what the kid did or what company his parents owned. “Now, is there something which I can help you with this evening?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:24:04</strong>
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				Andy sat down on the plush chair and locked eyes with Izumi, determined not to be treated like a normal customer. He wasn't just another horny patron of this too-expensive whore-house, and he would make sure this lady knew that!<br><br>"Smith Enterprises has offices in your country, as well as many others," he said with pride, "And I will be taking over from my father quite soon. It would be helpful for you to be on my good side."<br><br>His eyes kept falling from her face to her shapely neck and the curves of her large, inviting breasts. He shifted uncomfortably, his cock stirring in his jeans. He couldn't start acting like some lust-crazed kid now.<br><br>"And yes, there is something you can do for me this evening. I wonder if you can guess what it is?" He smirked at her, his brown eyes narrowing for a moment. "This is a house of PLEASURE, as you yourself said, and you do work here, do you not?" He didn't wait for her response before continuing. "I know you normally distract guys who come in here with the eye-candy you've got working up front, but I think we both know that's a little too common for me. I've heard stories about you, and I want to know if they are true. I'm not leaving here without...'satisfying my curiosity.'" <br><br>He leaned back in the chair, pleased with how he had taken charge of the meeting. 
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 00:17:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi allowed herself a small chuckle, now fully amused by what he said. “Mr. Smith,” she began, trying not to chuckle again at the sound of addressing a teenager like that, “Thank you for the enthusiasm and you flatter me, but I am a very busy woman. You are correct; from time to time, I like to put in my share of the work, but the clients I entertain are far more, shall we say…commendable, both in stature and in pay.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She leaned forward to push a small book forward on the polished surface of her desk. It was an album containing a very provocative photo directory of her girls, with lists of what exactly they were talented with. He kept checking her out, and all but had to force himself to stop looking at her breasts. Giving him the directory would appease his appetite once he saw what was offered inside.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If you wish to have a look through what girls I have to offer, please do so. Masami, who you have already met, can do extraordinary things with parts of her body you never knew possible, and her fee is modest, if I may make a suggestion. If you enjoy more of a flavor from your home country, you will see that I have several girls to offer that can provide just that.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Most of her girls were of Asian descent, but sometimes men had more cultural tastes. Izumi housed girls from Europe and North America, and even they were of multi-ethnicity of background. After all, variety was the spice of life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 20:15:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You are correct; from time to time, I like to put in my share of the work, but the clients I entertain are far more, shall we say…commendable, both in stature and in pay.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Andy bristled at her comment but held his tongue, for once his head managing to stop his gut reaction of anger and insults. He took the book of women she handed him without a word. He flipped through its pages, seeing page after page of beautiful, amazing, exotic women - enough to satisfy a hundred men. But not him. <br><br>Andy closed the book and set it on Izumi's desk, very slowly and deliberately. He met Izumi's gaze, trying to put all his force and will into his eyes. "Look," he started slowly, "I get it. This is a business you have here. I understand. But what YOU are failing to understand is that I am NOT just another customer. I WILL NOT be denied."<br><br>Andy had never had to do without something he had wanted in his life. The fact that Izumi was presenting herself as forbidden, as unattainable, was driving him crazy. His frustration and lust were joining forces. <br><br>"I am for more 'commendable' than the normal guys who come in here, Miss Izumi," he added her title with a hint of anger, "And as far as pay I have the nearly unlimited funds of my family's company at my disposal. Name your price."<br><br>He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, his eyes blazing, daring her to deny him again.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 21:31:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Mr. Smith,” Izumi began once again, trying to sound understanding and now beginning to feel genuinely annoyed at having to deal with a spoiled brat. “Men will wait 3 months and pay over 400,000 yen for me to blow them underneath this desk, or almost a million yen to bend me over the bathroom sink for 20 minutes between meetings. That translates, if you did not know, to between 5 and 10 thousand American dollars.” She cocked her head. “My full sessions run for 50,000 dollars, cash only. And before you say anything, it’s worth every last cent.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It seemed to her that Andy merely was in the mood for some action. He was probably sick of doing football cheerleaders and anyone else that offered a quick fuck. What he didn’t realize was that he was a little out of his league. He said he had heard stories of both her and the House, but just how far did those stories go, and how accurate were they?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If Andy wanted a little danger, she could give him plenty of that, but only if she broke the rules. The city was uptight enough about her presence, and her contacts did wonders to keep them at bay. The last thing she needed was an investigation of the disappearance of an American just because he irritated her a little bit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So, do you think your father will notice a gap that large in his wallet?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 23:50:53</strong>
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				With every denial, every word to try to dissuade or placate him, Izumi was simply drawing Andy deeper and deeper in. He would NOT just simply give in, or go away. The prices she named did set him aback, but he didn't let it show. Having come this far, there was no way in hell he was going to swallow his pride and leave with his tail between his legs.<br><br>"I do not have to check with my father," Andy said, shaking his head in disdain, "I think you may have the wrong impression of me. I am not merely an heir - I am an integral part of the business. What I do with my money is my own concern, and what I plan to do with it is to purchase your services for as long as I see fit."<br><br>It was half-truth, half-lies. While he did have an unlimited credit card and bottomless bank account, and could produce the cash she asked for, his father would be acutely aware of any purchases this large. Andy didn't care. He was blinded by his pride and lust, and would have given this bitch a blank check at this point. <br><br>He had added the part about "purchasing her services' to try and remind Izumi exactly what the balance of power should be here, as he saw it. She may be high-priced and wealthy, but she was still there to serve HIM and cater to HIS needs.<br><br>Andy ran his hands through his hair, sighing a little in frustration. Every moment he spent in this woman's dramatically lit, perfume-scented office was building his passion and desire. The subtle, challenging smile she wore on her plump lips...the enticing shadow of her generous cleavage...he HAD to have her.<br><br>"This will go much smoother for you if you just agree to the deal. We can discuss whatever specifics you like, but I want to be clear: I know how this will play out. I know what I want, and I know what I will get."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 22:08:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi leaned forward on her elbows, giving the kid a generous showing of her bust. “Then let’s see the cash. Once that’s out of the way, I will be more than willing to meet your every need.” She leaned back in her chair after tossing a few stray strands of ebony hair behind her shoulder. “Oh, and you may know what you want, but trust me, you have no idea what you will get.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Part of it was calling his bluff. Did Andy really have the money to meet her price? If he did, good for him. It had been quite some time since she had screwed around with anyone so young. The last one had been a 21 year old, and the most recent memory Izumi had of him was him bent over and licking the heel of her stiletto boots. He had been an eager young man, but still required a decent spanking to put him in his place.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If he didn’t, then he’d be out the door, and her empty night would continue, now about 15 minutes shorter. Either way, she saw it to her benefit to be dealing with a horny little boy, even if he was an arrogant and spoiled brat.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“So Mr. Smith, what will it be?” Izumi asked one more time, lounging back in her chair and crossing her legs. “Would you like to see if an experienced Japanese woman can outperform ignorant college cheerleaders?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 23:55:33</strong>
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				Izumi's breasts are on full display as she leans forward and challenges Andy, wanting him to produce her fee at once. Her subtle threats about having "no idea" what he will get only spur Andy on further, the gorgeous woman playing his testosterone and pride like a simple instrument. <br><br>Like a gunslinger, Andy reached into the pocket of his designer jeans and drew out his black leather wallet. Locking eyes with her, he opened it up and began counting out crisp bills, one after the other, letting them fall onto the surface of her desk in a messy pile. He was quietly thankful that he had taken out so much cash beforehand - it would have been a terrible blow to his ego to have to back down at this point. But instead he was smirking, beaming with pride, as he placed the final bill on top of the pile.<br><br>"That should do it, Miss Izumi," Andy said, straightening up to his full height and looking at the lovely Japanese woman. His teeth were straight and white as he smiled, but there was a daring cruelty in his eyes. "And don't worry - I know how to handle a woman. I'm quite prepared for anything you can give me."<br><br>Andy was on a high, and his cock was a visible bulge in his jeans. He wanted this woman badly, wanted her to submit to him, to be his to fuck in every way he dreamed of, to degrade herself for his cash. He would make her pay for questioning his standing and challenging his manhood. 
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 03:10:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the bills began to pile up, Izumi took it upon herself to take them and begin to organize them, as well as re-count them. Andy Smith must have had quite a night planned for so much cash to come spilling out of his wallet. It also proved just how wealthy he was. At any rate, Izumi’s hands worked quickly, stacking the pile into a neat single bundle. 50,000 exactly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She beamed warmly at him taking the pile of bills and wrapping a rubber band around them, then dropping it into a drawer on her desk…covering the stub of a handgun buried beneath a folder. “Thank you for investing in my House, Mr. Smith.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi stood up, losing the condescending attitude now that he was a paying customer, then strolled to the other side of the desk, hands on her hips. Positioning herself behind his chair, she placed her hands on her shoulders and let them rub back and forth. They moved deep, touching the top of his chest.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I do not wish to overburden your first visit, but there are a few rules that every customer must be told. For legal reasons, of course…” she added in a cat-like purr. “First of all, when one of my girls wishes to stop, you stop. If it is before climax, you will be refunded, or if you wish, directed to the care of another. Post-climax, though, you will be asked to leave, since she has performed her service. Secondly, no girls may be offered or accept money for a private venture within the House. If you are caught ‘poaching’ as we like to call it, you will be asked to leave. Lastly, all actions between you and my girls must be clarified ahead of time. Any surprise or violent actions not mutually consented will not be tolerated.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi ran her hands further down his chest, bending at the waist to feel his contours. Definitely a sports player. She cocked her head, letting her black hair fall down past her shoulder and against his chest. He was pretty good looking, especially for his age. Maybe she was just tired of some of the older patrons.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Since I’m specialty, I like to…ignore some of the rules for the sake of fun,” she purred in his ear. “But all the same I have one rule, and that’s respect the mistress of the House, even if you don’t outwardly show it.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her hands found his groin, feeling the tightness of what lay behind, and gently began to play with his crotch. “So tight and tense, Mr. Smith…Would you care for one of my girls to give you a quick rub down? Or are you more direct? Tell me, just how can I serve you tonight?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 18:17:36</strong>
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				Andy was pleased as Miss Izumi's attitude instantly changed, and she started showing him the respect that he deserved. He liked his women pliable and subservient, and so Izumi's changed ways only made him want her more.<br><br>The curvy woman stood behind him, running her hands down over his body while she detailed the rules. He barely paid any attention to her words, instead luxuriating in the feeling of her large soft breasts brushing against the back of his head. He sighed and groaned softly, his aching cock trapped beneath the tight denim of his jeans.<br><br>"Right, right, respect," Andy muttered to Izumi, his eyes closing in desire as she began to tease and grasp his cock through his jeans. She asked him what he wanted, and he knew how to answer that.<br><br>"I want you. I don't want you to try and distract me with your other girls, I want you!" Andy grasped Izumi by the elbow and pulled her around until she was in front of him. He spent a moment looking at her incredible curves, his lust building. "You should be down on your knees, woman, and you should show me why you are so special" he said, his cocky attitude finally able to assert itself.<br><br>Andy got up and walked over to Izumi's desk, hopping up and sitting on the clean surface. He smirked at her, waiting.
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 23:43:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His touch was forceful, and Izumi masked her tensed muscles. She had a few rowdy regulars, but all they wanted was to exert their control. Letting them do that yet making them pay for it kept her in control in the end.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hm, I see you are <em>very</em> direct Mr. Smith,” she said with an arched eyebrow. “I also think you’re a little impatient. Don’t worry, you’ll understand why I’m so special.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She kneeled down like he wanted to, spreading her legs so the hem of her dress rode up her hips, then began to undo the buckle of his belt. Her hands worked quickly, and as soon as the buckle was released, she tugged free the button of his pants and slid the zipper down. From there all she had to do was grab the waist and tug both his pants and boxers down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Andy’s cock sprang out immediately, rock solid. Horny boy was right…he must have been nearly bouncing up and down to get some action. Izumi smiled in appreciation of his cock, just as she trained her girls to do. It gave the patron a sense of entitlement, even if they didn’t have any. She took it in her hands, giving it a quick few rubs to coax the last few millimeters of girth out after its imprisonment. Her hands explored up and down with caresses and strokes, finding his balls and loosening them, and teasing beneath his head with her thumb.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Just sit back, Mr. Smith,” she purred softly, flipping her hair over one shoulder. “Close your eyes and…you know…<em>relax</em>.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She opened her red ruby lips and slid down on him, at first taking a casual amount of his shaft, then drew further down until his head filled the back of her throat. All without a gag. She bobbed up and down, every few slides letting out a breathless moan into his cock that reverberated up his body.
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				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 03:25:30</strong>
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				Andy was in heaven. He lay back on Miss Izumi's desk, his body carelessly knocking aside some papers and a phone. He moaned deeply as the woman took his cock in her mouth, her skill instantly apparent as she made his hard length quiver and tremble with her lips and breath. THIS was what he had paid for, and he was going to get his money's worth!<br><br>Andy's manhood was not, in actuality, very impressive. It was on the shy-side of average when hard, and (embarrassingly) almost disappeared when soft. He had experienced a few disappointing blowjobs in which, outside of his knowledge, the lack of enthusiasm of his partner reflected in their performance. Izumi was a pro. She made his cock feel huge, and he felt it brush the soft inside of her throat. Her moans made it clear she was loving it as much as him.<br><br>Reaching down with a tensed hand, Andy grabbed for Izumi's hair, wanting to pull it hard and force her head downward. 
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				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 05:29:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Andy’s hand found her hair, and Izumi braced herself for a sudden tug. Most men liked to think that pulling was a sign of control, but usually in their state, it was some sort of helpless reflex, like a silent cry for more. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Izumi continued her diligent fellatio, using techniques honed over several years of practice. Powerful sucks went up the length of his shaft and over his head until the head popped out from her lips. As soon as his stiff cock bounced free, it was in her mouth again. Andy wasn’t the most impressive man, but her smaller Japanese figure helped a bit. It always helped the client feel more well endowed. Izumi didn’t have the tiny school girl mouth of Michiko or Emi, whose mouths positively bulged when giving blowjobs, but nonetheless, her crimson lips stretched over him tightly. Poor Michiko, always wearing her hair in braids got her hair pulled quite hard every night.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Another technique she employed was her body. It was more for if a client brought friends to watch, but any minute detail always added to the experience. Her body writhed like a snakes. Each bob of her head was followed a sway of her body, which followed all the way down to her hips and forcing her round bottom to whip back. The hem of her dress rode halfway up her buttocks, and next time she stood up, Andy would find out she was pantyless.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her pace varied. It started out as a slow tease, but every twist of her head through a little more fire on. Then came the methodical bobs, but without the twist. His cock slithered in and out of her mouth with wet smacks until she suddenly stopped, sucking hard to clean his cock of her saliva. All the while her big brown eyes gazed mischievously up at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jiggles</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 04:26:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andy was lost in lust, quickly having reverted to the state of a horny teenager under the care of this experienced and incredibly sexy woman. He was breathing quickly, aware of each small movement Izumi made, and his cock was buzzing and rock hard in her mouth. Her tongue felt incredibly strong and her lips felt like a firm hand-hold on his member. <br><br>Andy lifted his head, trying to watch what she was doing. He stared into her big brown eyes, seeing the mischief therein, and was startled at how in-control she looked. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, he thought in his lust-rocked brain. He was supposed to be the one in charge here - but somehow this woman was reducing him to Jello with nothing more than her mouth! <br><br>Andy's modest cock throbbed and his balls tensed, and he had to clench his muscles to keep from releasing his orgasm embarrassingly early. As it was, he felt a slickness on his tip that let him know he was beginning to leak pre-cum into the woman's mouth - a sure sign he was close. <br><br>"T-that's it," he stammered, trying to sound commanding, "suck it hard, whore. Ch-choke on it!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Night at Izmumi's (NileGoddess and jiggles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 17:40:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With only mild annoyance at Andy’s choice of words, Izumi obediently continued to bob her head up and down his shaft. True, one of her major rules was respect, but a few words exchanged during a session were often neglected. Andy still liked to think of him self as a big shot, but the way he ordered her to continue sucking came out far less impressive.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nonetheless, the Japanese woman performed as desired, even if it was a little forced on her part. Andy was a little bigger than a standard Japanese man, but a little less than the average foreigner. She could take his cock easily without choking. The huge, thick cocks she had sampled over had made her gag, but there had yet to be a dick she couldn’t swallow entirely.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To ease Andy’s ego, she hacked wetly onto his cock when the head stabbed the back of her throat. Sometimes, she feigned difficulty as she slid down, but every time the length of his shaft disappeared without a trace. He felt slick and wet, and Izumi recognized the taste as her tongue slathered his head. Normally around now, a client would be nice and prepped for a fucking, but she wasn’t entirely sure if Andy could handle it.
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