Subtitled CMNF ENF Accidental Hardon At Japan Bathhouse

I don’t want to infringe upon her privacy, but I can say we styled many interesting experience for ourselves. One of her fantasies was to watch me fuck another girl. She figured the burning jealousy would drive her into a frenzy of desire, but I was a little more skeptical of the idea. I was crazy about Kay and never wanted to do anything that might affect our relationship. So it wasn’t out of character at all for her to suggest during dinner at our favorite Thai place, that I take her to one my old hunting grounds and fuck her in the toilet for dessert. Our best choice for this endeavor was a foreigner’s bar in America-mura, with old furniture and watered down drinks. It’s popular as a hook-up place for those special kind of Japanese girls for whom nothing but a fat gaijin cock could ever satisfy their desires for a thorough shagging. I would never go there except for the free pool tables and the assurance that for the price of two drinks and cab fare I could get laid. We arrived. Balabushka’s was the name of the place. Being a week night it was its usual half full. There were a few foreign guys shooting pool, hanging around too long after their shifts at any of the numerous language schools in the area, Big Boobs dressed in their asian work clothes, ties loosed. Cues in one hand and half full jockeys of beer in the other, they were trying to drink as much as possible while happy hour prices last. Most of these guys were fresh from university without much ambition other than to get drunk every day. They thought they were living the good life because at long last they had a few bucks in their pockets. There were a few other groups scattered around the tables and sofas, boys and girls together, or just girls, or just guys looking around to see if they could make eye contact with the girls, granting them the approval they required to attempt striking up a conversation, hopefully leading to a more desired type of intercourse. It all seemed rather silly and tedious to me after all these years. That had been me once, but suppose I’ve become the type of guy who appreciates the greater intimacy of a more committed relationship. I hadn’t been to Balabushka’s for five years and the place looked exactly the same. It had looked thirty years past due for a renovation back then, too. We got a couple of beers at the bar, about the only tolerable thing Brunette to drink in a place like this, found an empty booth by the wall and sat down. Kay immediately began to grill me regarding any past exploits originating in this over worn venue. She kept pointed out other girls in the place and asking me I’d like to fuck this one or that one. I enhanced my exploits as best as my imagination would allow. The more I could get her worked up over stories of hot sex and amateur wanton gratification the harder she was going to fuck me when our time came. I told her stories of the New Year’s Eve we had MILF spent here. We hooked up with a group of girls, already drunk and crazy, dancing on the table with their skirts pulled up to their waists, and how I took them up to the loft one by one to ring in the new year by fusing genitalia. The stories were clearly having an effect; Kay pulled my hand down between her legs, slid it into her panties and made me rub her pussy while I talked. She was very moist and my fingers had no trouble finding their way inside. I was about to tell her the story of the Halloween party from a few years ago; every year it’s a crazy scene with naughty nurses and degenerate Disney princesses, but this one somehow ended up with several naked intertwined bodies passed out on a bed in a love hotel with pieces of various costumes mingled together on the floor, imitating the bodies. However, just at that time an acquaintance I had not seen since my language teaching days recognized me, and after a little chit chat he challenged me to a game of pool. Kay told me to go ahead as she needed to use the ladies room. Maybe she needed to finish herself off. I hadn’t touched a cue in several years. I was quickly dispatched and my friend was obligated to accept the challenge of the next contender. I was relieved to get back to my more important business. “Daddy!” I moaned, my pussy milking daddy's cock dry, wringing out every drop of cum. My thighs squeezed tight, massaging my clit, adding a little spark of bliss to the mix. These two ladies worked at a club called the Intimate Lounge as strippers or Go-Go dancers as they were called back then. Big Boobs I could navigate through her, change the circumstances of her life that would lead to a different Nikkole. When she sat down, she made sure her camel toe was on prominent display for them to enjoy and fantasize about. Both at the same time, like, he was goin’ everywhere with a girl on each arm and shit.” “Yes, baby?” It’s the time Brunette of the year again. I was putting off having to start my day and getting ready for college as long as possible. A small wave of guilt takes over. What a sight. She’s asks Lynette what the problem was and Lynette says “Oh yeah?” She asked. Are you ready for me? How long can you hold out for? The door to the locker room burst open and the rest of the team appeared. I've never touched myself before, let alone had... y'know. When we got back to the tent the group of young men were all sat outside their tents drinking from bottles of beer. A few hours of long toss, a bullpen session, and bunt defense drills, Jake was amateur beat. That damn dog went straight to my exposed pussy and started sniffing it. But, they did MILF undress themselves and again lay him on their joined asian together beds, with him on his back. I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I knew I shouldn't enjoy my mother touching me, but it just felt so naughty right now. Not gonna lie, seeing him snub me with his arms around those girls made me feel like shit.