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Originally Posted by
the_e_ones
My guess… nothing underneath that kimono… Mrs Suzuki is ready to be fuxk!!!
Bro thor1981, upped 8 for you!!! Please continue the story…
bro, thanks for the upz . n your guess just may be right
read on!
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It was a funny thing, to be doing this in broad daylight, in silence. Since the condo wasn’t close to any main roads, it was silent. Just an aircon humming somewhere, and Mrs. Suzuki’s now open kimono rustling against my clothes as it opened.
Bros, I admit, I forgot how strong sake could be. I forgot why they serve them in smaller servings. Three shots, drunk quickly, creates quite a buzz. And Mrs. Suzuki, skin glowing, was high as a kite after about 5 mins.
I stepped away as our lips parted. Her robe was open, and yes as bro the_e_ones guessed, there was nothing under the kimono. Her snow white skin, full perky C-cups (she wears a 34C bra for bros who missed the first story), dark pink areolas, perfectly preserved smooth tummy and of course, bushy, shiny black pussy, JAV MILF style.
Remember the line in earlier chapters about some Japanese women getting a little turned on by the forbidden? I think a woman who greets a house guest like this is certainly just a little turned on; and it wasn’t the sake talking!
I smiled. Now feeling like taking my time, but I was feeling the sake as I stepped forward again. We stood in front of each other. Eyes gazing down at hers as I began unbuttoning my shirt (something I usually expect a girl to do, but I find Japanese women like to appear ‘reserved’ even when their pussies and neh nehs are in full view with an open kimono.
As I unbuttoned my shirt, Mrs. Suzuki, slowly leaned forward. She kissed, and licked, the middle of my chest (I didn’t realise it but she had actually finished her entire drink.. I was still 2/3rds thru mine).
And these were long, heavy, slowly licks, accompanied by a high pitched moan, and then soft kisses where her tongue had just left a trail of spit. She looked up at me. Eyes now rolling a little, and very turned on. I reached down, and firmly squeezed one of her soft, but toned, inner thighs, hands moving up to cup her hairy mons. Her pussy was soaking wet, as I gently started rubbing her slick pussy lips. I slipped a finger in, which drew a long deep moan into my chest. I slipped my fingers out of her cunt to remove my shirt..
As I did, she began to lick a trail, towards my pectoral, tongue swirling lustily around my nipple as my office shirt fell away. (I was still sober enough to remember it was a work day and I had to keep it looking a little ironed! I laid it on a bar stool nearby, while Mrs. Suzuki started sucking on my pectoral nipple.
The sound of the room was silent, filled only with an aircon silently humming, her Japanese accented moans, saliva and tongue sucking my nipple, my gasps every time she ran her teeth over my pecs and the soft squelching of her wet pussy lips being fingered. No music, no traffic…
But what would happen next, bros, was truly something that would shock me - in a very good way..
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sorry bros, been away on work all week..
n last night had to spend quality time with the girlfriend ..
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She suddenly stopped licking my pectoral and stepped back. She looked at me, pretty eyes intensely focused on mine.
Y: Michael-san, no, I cannot do this. It is wrong. I am a married woman.
And yet, her kimono was open, still. The top was actually hanging precariously off her shoulder, threatening to fall right off.
I was taking a moment to figure this out.
M: (Thought running in my own mind) Wait, you want to STOP all of a sudden? And yet, you want to continue standing in front of me with an open kimono? This didn’t make any sense.
The gentleman in me said step away. I had enough fun anyways.
But something else in me said.. keep going.. but.. slowly.
I stepped forward. She didn’t move. I leaned forward and kissed her lips.. softly. She didn’t flinch. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue didn’t kiss mine.. at first.. but she “pretended” to push me away.
She started thumping my chest, but not with any pressure. It was light, as though she was pretending to hit me.
Y: No, no, I am so naughty. Such a naughty lady.
M: (Almost trying to play along) Um, yes, you are a naughty lady Mrs Suzuki. For doing this
I really had no idea what or why I was saying those things. It just sounded right.. and I suddenly picked up on something.
Y: I am so naughty. Spank me, for being so naughty.
And that’s when I realised.. she wanted to play out a fantasy of something a little rough. I turned her around lifted her kimono and spanked her womanly, but firm, fair white buttocks cheek.
She moaned.
I spanked it again, a little harder
She moaned.. a little louder.
And that’s when it struck me, what she wanted.
I eased the kimono off her body and it fell away effortlessly. As it did, I reached into my pocket for a condom.
I looked around the living room and then noticed a kitchen counter. It was suitably high for me to bend my Jap MILF teacher over, fuck her from behind while spanking her naughty married buttocks….
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I was in only my office pants and socks, while Mrs, Suzuki was totally naked as I took her by the hand and walked into the kitchen.
M: “Yuko-san, do you have a large spatula?”
She smiled and opened a drawer with cutlery.
Y: “For what purpose”?
I then smiled, leaning forward to kiss her, my free hand palming her tit as my tongue sucked on hers.
M: “You’ll see”…
I took out a large face mixing spatula.. and with eyes fixed on hers, turned her around by gently holding her waist.
I leaned her over the kitchen counter, her MILF ass sticking up in the air. And then … a *spank* on that ass, with the spatula.
It wasn’t hard, but it echoed around the kitchen.
Another *spank*, on the other ass cheek. It jiggled slightly as she moaned again.
I reached down between her legs from behind. My fingers began probing her hairy cunt from the back. As I ran my index and middle fingers along her pussy lips, I dragged along a lot of her wetness.
With my left hand, another *spank* on that butt. She moaned.. softly, but this time.. an extended moan. My fingers started probing her cunt with my right hand, slipping into her fuck hole easily because she was so wet.
I placed the spatula on the counter and reached into my pocket from my condom with plans to bang her from behind. But as I was reaching for the condom, she stood up, turned and faced me.
Our eyes met, and our gazes locked as she lowered her perfectly toned, slender MILF body down onto her knees. She went onto her knees slowly
Yet, in a flash, eyes still looking up at me, she tried to unbuckle my belt. It took a bit of work since there is a hidden metal clasp, and when I helped her, it *popped* open with an echo. Belt unbuckled, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled it down with my boxers in a flash.. A clear *whoosh * sound was available as the pace suddenly picked up.
My cock sprung up to her and she wrapped her fingers around it. Eyes still on mine I realized the first hole of Mrs. Suzuki’s I’d be fucking today would be her pretty Jap mouth, not her pussy as initially expected…
She sucked the tip of my dick, which was of course, raging hard fresh from fingering her wet MILF snatch. She sucked the tip loudly, then slipped it out of her mouth and began running it all over her pretty face, painting it with my dick tipped with her spit.
She then started sucking again. The tip slipped into her mouth, and her eyes closed as I entered her mouth deeper, then slipping out then in then out. Her mouth was warm, welcoming, and her tongue tip was pressing against the underside of my cock shaft while it was inside her mouth.
I drew my dick out of her mouth and she once again proceeded to rub it all over her face. The sight of Mrs Suzuki painting her face with my dick, on her knees… made me feel that I was about to paint it with my semen, and much earlier than I was planning to on this day….
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As Mrs. Suzuki sucked me on her knees in the middle of her kitchen, I started feeling just a little vulnerable. I looked down at her, her mouth was now slowly locked around my cock shaft, mid way down and her tongue was flickering around against my sensitive penis head inside her mouth.
Yet with my pants down around my ankles, in the home of a married woman, and that woman’s pretty mouth around my single-guy dick, I was thinking more and more about her maid and son unexpectedly returning.
And yet ..I didn’t want to break the momentum by saying something like “Yuko-san, please take my cock out of your mouth. I’m worried someone might see us. I sensed that the thrill, the risk of getting caught, was perhaps a bit of a turn on for her.
My dick jumped as I watched her perky married tits swaying as she sucked me. She would look up from time to time, then close her eyes and continue sucking my cock on her knees.
It had been about 10 minutes of her mixing it up between sucking my raging hard on and licking and lapping at my balls. I could feel my balls building up as she began sucking me a little faster… and I knew Mrs Suzuki was going to be playing “bukkake” in a second. She was gently stroking my cock and nibbling on my tip.
M: “I’m going to cum Yuko-san”
I slipped my cock out of her mouth, and rested it on her pretty face. I jizzed hard, and with plenty of spunk, onto her face. I was surprised at how much I had to give, as I sprayed her nose, eyes (which were tightly closed) mouth and cheeks. Cum got into her hair as well.. and she made for a gorgeous sight, stark naked on her knees, face covered in reams of semen.
I was breathing heavily.. she licked some semen off her lips and reached for a kitchen towel to wipe the rest of her face
M: Did you like that Yuko-san?
Y: Yes, I like that very much. Do you like that? (I loved that she used the present tense for a blowjob in the recent past!)
I didn’t answer and just smiled at her.
M: Maybe we both need to shower Yuko-san.
She smiled and stood up. I pecked her on the lips and groped her bare buttocks, pulling her towards me as I stepped out of my pants.
Y: I will start a shower. You can join me if you like. But we have to be quick as my son will be home soon with the maid.
I grinned.. fairly sure my soldiers would be ready for action again for another shower session with Mrs Suzuki …
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I walked behind the naked Mrs. Suzuki down the corridor leading to the Master bedroom (hers) at the end of the hallway. I peeked to the left and saw a nice sized maid’s room and then to the right to see her son’s room door open.
I was momentarily distracted by the Man Utd poster on the son’s bedroom wall, but quickly focused on the important work at hand, specifically, Mrs Suzuki gyrating buttocks walking in front of me. Her legs were smooth, no sign of veins or age, like a young girls, while her ass was full and womanly (bros/sis’ reading my previous story would recall my interest in her behind). A little bit of pussy bush peeked out as she walked in front of me. My dick was bobbing up and down as the image of her wiggling buttocks was arousing me already.
We entered her bedroom.. I noticed a photo of her and her “husband” next to her bedside. I wondered what he’d think about me cumming on his wife’s face in the kitchen. It was a tasteful, expensively decorated room, with a big King bed, afternoon sunlight streaming in from the large west facing window.
She turned to me for a moment, stark naked, and smiled, her face still glistening from the remnants of my cum. She gave me a random kawaii style smile with the peace sign and walked into the bathroom.
The shower started and she called out to me
Y: Mike-san, you can join me if you like. Save a little water, we can do!
I laughed
M: Ok, ok Yuko-san.. since you insist, i will join.
I felt a big grin on my face as I walked towards the bathroom. My heart jumped (along with my erect cock, just a little!) as I heard the front door open.
I quickly rushed to close the Master bedroom door… and clicked the door knob lock to secure it. I heard the maid and son chattering away with the rustle of grocery bage.
They were back! Should I tell Mrs. Suzuki they were in the apartment.. or would that break the momentum? Would it be too much of a risk bonking Mrs. Suzuki with her son and maid at home? Or… was it worth the risk.
I hadn’t had my lunch makan yet… and I was feeling a little hungry for yummy mummy Japanese pussy. Maybe Mrs Suzuki would be up for a little thrill on the wild side this afternoon…
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The lights were on in the bathtub as Mrs Suzuki’s naked MILF body was clearly visible, glistening under the spray of the shower. Her Jap nipples perky, inviting as she turned to face me, smiling, her hands pulling her hair back to subtly put her breasts on further display to my ogling eyes.
I stepped into the bath tub, under the shower with her. My cock tip bristled against the hairs of her pussy as I leaned down to kiss her hard under the pelting water, our tongues swirling madly around each others under the water. In the intensity of the kiss my right hand sneaked around her hips, fingers sliding between her ass cheeks. My index finger began burrowing, slowly, into her tight, tight little asshole, my left hand palming a heavy tit with my thumb flitting over the nipple rapidly.
She moaned into my mouth, as my finger gently entered her anus. Our mouths were still glued to each other’s but the moans echoed around the bathroom with the sound of the shower spray. I knew she could be ver loud… Could her son and helper hear us? Did they know the lady of the house, a pretty Japanese wife and mom, had an average looking local bro’s finger up her tight ass? Would she moan even louder when I got to work on her very sensitive clit?
These questions roamed through my mind as my left hand moved toward her pussy…
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with my right index finger gently working into her tight anus, my left hand cupped her hairy pussy. I remembered how easily turned on she was, and how sensitive she was, as my index and middle fingers fingered her, looking for her clit. I found the sensitive nub, which elicited an immediate increase in the volume of her moaning.
Our mouths parted from the kiss, as she wanted to voice herself louder. The echo of her moaning filled the bathroom, and I was sure this was just loud enough for those outside the bedroom to hear. I started kissing her neck, in just the right place under her ear, that I remembered drove her wild from our first meeting.
It got louder… “aiyy, aiyyyy, mmmm, aiyyyyy, mmmmm, mmmm” were the general sounds of her moans, whimpering.
I slipped my fingers a little deeper into her slippery cunt, but she reached down and stopped me, gently holding my wrist. She was panting, loudly.. trying to catch her breath. I slipped my fingers, fresh out of her cunt, up into her mouth, which she sucked on, very hard, very intently. Only about 20 minutes ago her pretty Japanese lips were around my cock, but it was hot to see her tasting her pussy on my fingers.
Slipping my fingers out of her mouth, I also proceeded to slip my happily probing index finger out of her ass. As the shower continued, I slipped this finger into her mouth as well. She gently sucked it, with eyes closed. My cock jumped and went rock hard watching her suck and taste her own ass on my finger. My thoughts went to whether her son and helper could hear us, alongside with getting a taste of Japanese pussy before the shower ended..
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Originally Posted by
smooth288
The climax is when you tell mrs Suzuki that she was your teacher when you were young after you fucked her several times. that will make you even more horny for her especially when she looked surprised and shocked. When she is surprised and shocked fuck her more and many times so she is your woman, tell mrs Suzuki that she belongs to you now. Bro tell us how Mrs Suzuki reats after you tell her, this is the best part and the climax of the sex encounter like I fucked my primary school teacher years and years later too
haha, bro i dinna blow my cover and mess wiht a good thing