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By Desert Bandit (address withheld)


It had been 4 years since I had last seen Mizuki. We were college friends and I helped her out a lot with her homework by making corrections on all the research papers she type. Often though, she would get close to me and wrap her arms around my neck as I did corrections. Being awkward as I was with girls, even though I had sexual experiences with them before I had no idea how to deal with them or talk to them.

Funny thing; when it comes to pleasuring a woman, I am easily one of the best lovers in the world. However, when it comes to talking to them and getting them in my bed, I am easily one of the most awkward guys on this planet. Amazing as it sounds, I did not pick up on Mizuki putting her arms around my neck as she stood behind me every time I corrected he work. True story; I really was so awkward I could not pick up on that obvious signal.

One night as when I finished correcting her work, I simply said "alright, all done" walked out of her dorm room and went back to my own room. Then, two days later, it hit me; she was trying to put the moves on me! I felt really embarrassed; she was dating my other Japanese friend Yassu. Great guy; he really liked her and treated her with respect. He was also an oldfashioned gentleman. Given this, when I realized Mizuki liked me and not him, I became a little anxious around them and avoided her from then on. At least, when she was alone.

Now, this girl was smarter than your typical Japanese girl (and most Japanese girls are pretty smart), and she quickly picked up on what I was doing. One night, she called my room and told me to watch a movie with her and Yassu, and that she needed help correcting her work. In a rather naïve and innocent manner I marched on over there and walked into her room, finding it very strange that she was wearing a dress instead of her usual T-Shirt and jeans. It was a plain dress, the type a girl will wear for fun for no good reason.

She smiled and invited me in, and not wanting to be rude I went inside. Now, guys, she is one of those Japanese girls that are very hard to refuse; she had a very feminine version of what the Japanese call a "fox" face. Her eyes were large, and her mouth and nose were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her face. Her face is somewhat diamond shaped, but more rounded, almost oval-like. She had a slender build, but her breasts were surprisingly full (C-cup bordering on D), and her ass was bubbly and well-defined. She stands at around 5'3 œ, and has a very hot temper. Underneath it all though, she is also very kind. Naturally enough when she smiled at me I couldn't resist her invitation, but then I noticed that Yassu was nowhere in sight...

I actually called his cell-phone number, and it turns out he was on a road-trip to Seattle with a bunch of his buddies that were visiting him from Japan. Then it hit me; Mizuki had this planned! I nervously sat down on one of the dorm-room's desk chairs as she picked up a movie. I was even more nervous than the night I lost my virginity. My heart was pounding like crazy, and did not know what to do. I couldn't just get up and walk out, and I certainly couldn't slam her down on the floor and screw her!

Call me old-fashioned, but friends are more valuable to me than girls (unless I'm married to the girl in question), and in my opinion only a total loser would parasite off a friend to get girls. I guess then, it was more pride than honor that kept me from enjoying her that night because, I will admit, I could feel my dick slowly begin to bulge in my pants...

She popped the DVD in and the movie turned out to be a skin flick or, as I like to call them, "porn for people who don't have the balls to rent the real thing." Also, and yes she was that devious, the skin flick in question featured a Jewish guy and an Asian chick! No sooner had the first sex-scene started that, as she stood behind me, she put her arms around my neck the way she usually does when I corrected her papers. God it felt good! I actually didn't want her to stop as she became bolder this time, and started stroking my chest and my abs. Her hand then went south of the equator...

I jumped out of the seat in a startled shock and she gave me a puzzled look. But then she gave me the most evil, perverted smile I had ever seen in a girl and, as she smiled, she reached under her dress and pulled down her panties, bending forward in a teasing manner as she did so. My dick was now iron-hard as she demurely stepped out of them, smiling wickedly at me the whole time. I felt blood rush to my head, and my face felt really hot.

She walked towards me, pulled my head towards hers and kissed me, all the while stroking and squeezing the outline of my cock on my pants. When she finished doing that, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy lips. She felt really stiff, and I could feel her clit protruding out of its hiding place. I stroked her pussy and she moaned as she kissed me. I could smell her juices as I did so; the air was rank with it, and I was drunk with her feminine scent. But then I thought of my friend Yassu and how much this girl meant to him.

I told her that I was sorry, that I couldn't do it, and walked out of the room. When I went back to my own room I masturbated 8 times in 2 hours. At least that is how it seemed. In reality I kept masturbating until all that came out was a half-drop. In other words, to prevent myself from betraying a good friend, I literally wanked myself dry. The school year went on, and we all finished with our classes. Mizuki and Yassu, being only exchange students, had to return to Japan. Yassu went back to Okinawa and as far as I knew continued his Karate and finished his Business studies. Mizuki went back to Yokohama. Incidentally, speaking of Mizuki, for the rest of the year after that night she wouldn't speak to me. I actually felt somewhat heartbroken, but it couldn't be helped.

Two years later I finished school, and for two years after that wound up working two shit jobs. Here I was, a computer science major, waiting tables and working as a garbage man. I was almost 26, and my career plans weren't going anywhere. Nevertheless, despite it all I managed to finally earn my 3rd degree black belt in Karate at the dojo where Yassu trained in America, and where I met him incidentally. Someone in that same school told me how I should try for an English teaching stint in Japan.

I thought to myself that it sounded like a great opportunity so I went to the office building where a chapter of the English teaching corporation happened to be. I filled out an application, and barely a day later I was contacted for an interview. They were very impressed with my interview performance, and also by my test results. I landed the job, and even though it was barely 26k per year, it was still more than what I was making. That and my parents actually offered to foot the bill for both the trip and my apartment, figuring the work experience is what mattered.

So, I flew over to where the company had assigned me a classroom; Yokohama. I couldn't believe my luck; it was Mizuki's home city! How would she react though? Would she still be resentful? Would she have another boyfriend or be married by now? I started filling my head with all kinds of outlandish ideas, but eventually though the stress of flying over the Pacific had to put them at ease. I landed in Honolulu were my flight was delayed, and I was forced to spend the night there. The next morning I catch the next airplane to Tokyo, and from Tokyo I take a bullet train to Yokohama.

Let me tell you, from the moment I landed in Japan, I experienced some serious culture shock. Everyone was actually... nice. America is full of assholes, turds, bitches and the like. Most of them not very attractive even though they think they are. In Japan I saw something completely the opposite of that; I saw the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen in my life, scores of them, and nearly all of them with low self-esteem.

Now, I do not wish to generalize; the teenage girls seemed pretty sure of themselves, but college girls and older all seemed sad and stressed out. I suppose the reality of real-life is shocking anywhere in the world, with girls being the most affected. Whatever the case I turned my head back and forth so many times I thought my head would fall off.

As I looked around I thought to myself, "No wonder the Japanese government states in the CIA World Fact Book Japanese men outnumber women; with women this hot, if they told the truth this country would never be left alone!"

Seriously here; Asian American girls may not be that attractive for those of you who go to Asian-dominated Universities in the West coast, but, in their native country...DAMN MAN! Mizuki was just one out of a great many. Oh yeah a great many. When I went to Yokohama my jaw dropped as I saw even more hot women. In Tokyo the proportion was that, out of 10 girls, 4 were drop-dead gorgeous. In Yokohama it was somewhere around 8. Then someone confided in me that many men in Yokohama hold high paying jobs...

I was like, "Ah... Okay, I see..."

Then it hit me; maybe I should not generalize to much about Japan. I mean, thus far I had only seen small portions of Tokyo and Yokohama. Maybe these two cities are just like L.A.; just because you find many hot chicks there, that does not mean that the rest of American girls are that hot, it just so happens that the hottest ones happen to GATHER in L.A. Perhaps it was the same situation with Tokyo and Yokohama; Japan's hottest girls just happen to gather in those places to "bag themselves a rich one" as it were. Whatever the case... who the hell cares. I was just thinking these things because the bullet train ride was fucking boring.

"Haummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Haummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

Shit man, for 30 minutes, that is all you heard. The Japanese are not exactly the chattering type; everyone on the train was deathly quiet, with the occasional executives talking some bullshit here and there. And of course there were the attendants who spoke to me in a rather flirtatious manner. With everyone else they kept the trade-mark "polite smile" of the working Japanese woman, that smile that is annoyingly neutral and cute at the same time, but more annoying than cute.

Whatever the case, I seemed to be very popular with the attendants for some reason. I found it a bit disconcerting; I had never gotten that kind of attention from American girls... even though my mannerisms, speech, even dress had not changed a bit since college. I was told though that I had to change from my T-shirt and jeans to a formal "shirt-and-tie" outfit for my first day in the classroom. Regarding the attention I got from the Japanese women, I figured they were just trying to bag themselves an American husband; life in Japan is not easy after all, despite the prosperity.

I arrived at my designated apartment, and when I walked in I was in for another shock; the apartment was not small at all. Actually, it was quite huge, and very spacious. It also only cost 400 bucks a month. I told my guide;

"But I thought Japanese apartments were tiny! Why is this one so big? Not that I'm complaining but... Still why is it so big?"

He then confided in me how the residents of the area were a superstitious bunch, and stated that the reason the apartment was as cheap as it was, was because it was numbered in a "very bad way." What that means is, the apartment number was the same number as some room in Buddhist hell, or something along those lines. The Japanese equivalent of "666" if you will. Feeling uncomfortable with such a living arrangement, despite its size and view of the city, the apartment rarely gets tenants. Therefore, it is rented out to foreigners for a cheap price.

"Gee thanks," I said cynically.

Resigning myself, out superstitious precaution on my part, I asked if the guide could arrange for a priest to bless the premises so that nothing bad could happen. It turns out my guide just so happened to be a priest, and promptly began chanting a sutra. When he was finished he placed a sticker on the door with kanji markings.

"Do you always carry those around with you?"

"With matters of the spirit world it is always best not to be caught unprepared." He retorted. I stared blankly at him finding him a little eccentric, but nevertheless I listened attentively as he moved along the explanations.

Finishing up explaining to me a few things and tying up some loose ends, he bid farewell. I rolled out the sleeping bag on one of the tatami mats, and no sooner had I closed my eyes that I was out like a light.

***

The next morning I woke up early; 5 a.m. to be exact. Also, despite its size, Yokohama is a surprisingly quiet city at night. At least, I would later found out, during the work week. On weekends it was a completely different story. Funny thing, but on my way to work I started thinking about Mizuki, actually hoping I would run into her. However, needing to focus on my job I put the thoughts aside and concentrated on the class syllabus. Over and over I reviewed the lesson plan in my head, rehearsing how I would lecture time and again, anticipating all kinds of situations.

I was welcomed to my new job and I felt surprisingly relieved to see westerners there. I was also relieved that most of the Japanese staff spoke perfect English; either they had no accent, or it was very light. The other new teachers and I were taken to a meeting room where they explained a few ground rules;

1)No fraternizing with the students. "Fair enough" I thought, since dating your own students immediately creates unfair grading policies on the part of the teacher.

2)NO FRATERNIZING WITH THE STUDENTS.

3)It was expected that we were to obey any and all requests from the director, who it just so happened, was a very demanding young woman. That meant, that we had to do extra work, WITHOUT PAY, or risk losing our jobs.

He went on to explain about 23 other rules that seemed like needless details, some of which expressed rules 1 and 2 with different words. Obviously the company had problems with that before, since, as I looked around the new teachers were all overwhelmingly male. Some were obviously turds who were seeking to score some ass, others, the attentive ones, were guys like me in a similarly desperate work situation back in America and were only here for work. Nothing more.

Okay, I'll admit; deep down I wanted the same thing, but I was thinking more of seeing a specific Japanese girl, namely Mizuki. I had lost contact with Yassu, and I realized that the night Mizuki put the moves on me I had made a big mistake. I should have let her down easy and informed her that I only considered her, at the time, a friend. Instead I just stormed out of her room, leaving her wet, hot, and frustrated.

The senior instructor of the school, who happened to be a physically fit white guy from Australia, droned on about how to observe every single Japanese custom to the letter, and to try not to draw too much attention to oneself. He then said that the rest of the lecture would be given by the director himself. Then Mizuki walked in; my Mizuki, the one I knew from college.

Our eyes immediately locked together and her expression was one of shock and surprise. Shock and surprise that is, that quickly turned to angry indifference. With an ice-cold manner he addressed us all, and despite her stature her ultra-sharp looking female business suit accentuated her demeanor. Obviously me rejecting her that night had pissed her off more than I thought, so, not wanting to risk my new job I adopted a neutral, expressionless manner. She was even more beautiful than before, and had not aged at all. Most American girls, by the time they reach their mid 20's, generally don't age very well. To much "fast living" I guess. Not Mizuki; like with many Asian girls time stood still for her.

She crossed her beautiful legs in the most lady-like manner possible as she addressed us all. The entire time she was talking my eyes could not stray from her womanly goods and I had a horrible time concentrating. Noticing this, she addressed me, in perfect English;

"Is there a problem Mr. Horowitz?"

"Ah, ah, no Ms. Chino, there isn't."

"Good, shall I move on then..."

FUCK!!! She felt my eyes devour her from head to foot and she made it a point to embarrass me. Little did I know though, it was only the beginning.

***

I started work and for reasons I do not understand, I became a very popular teacher. My classes were always the largest ones, and my supervisor even commented how I made many of my student's heavy accents disappear in such a short time. I guess I worked a little harder than the other teachers because I was so grateful for my job. I also noticed that, 9 times out of 10, the class was overwhelmingly female...

I know most guys would be happy to get such female attention, but I was getting seriously creeped out. Everywhere I went in Japan girls from High School onward flirted with me left and right, and many of my students even made passes at me. On my way to my classroom on the elevator, one of them deliberately rubbed her ass against my crotch. A nerve-racking situation since as she did so my dick hardened quickly.

As I walked into the classroom I had to strategically keep my suitcase covering my genital area, but without making it seem obvious. Most of the students did not care, but I heard the elevator girl and her friends snicker quietly in the back of the room. Now, that very day, Mizuki herself decided to supervise my class as she had heard of my performance. When she saw the girls snickering, she immediately knew what was going on and gave me a telling glance.

"I know why you're embarrassed" she told me, with a simple, single look.

I felt myself flush red and the snickering turned into outright laughter. One of the older adult male students, a businessman, thought the girls were being just plain rude on purpose and scolded them. He lowered his voice in the manner Japanese businessmen often do to exert authority over women, and a few seconds later the girls were quiet. He then apologized for their behavior.

Mizuki just smiled an evil grin, but said nothing. She seemed happy I was embarrassed! Without further female interference, I went on with my lecture. The students walked out, surprisingly happy and satisfied with the job I had done. The girl who had given me a hard-on in the elevator, the last to leave, looked at me flirtatiously as she gave me her homework. Shortly thereafter, Mizuki invited me to her office, where she proceeded to rip my head off.

She was yelling and screaming, pointing out all kinds of flaws in my teaching methods, threatening to fire me, threatening to cut my pay and end my contract, and basically every possible legal threat in the book. This went on for a whole hour, and some of the administrators showed concern as I walked out her office. One of them became so concerned in fact that he contacted corporate headquarters. The day after a very angry corporate representative showed up and demanded to know what was going on. They gave him my performance evaluation, and then told him how Mizuki had treated me.

The corporate representative was furious, and immediately disciplined Mizuki; he suspended her for a week, and had the assistant director run the school in her stead. Now, in Japan it is considered immature and bad manners to show emotion, and in truth Mizuki was lucky to keep her job. However, despite his efforts to hide his displeasure, the corporate rep could not hide his anger and embarrassment, much as he tried. He apologized profusely, telling me that such a good worker did not deserve that treatment, and actually offered to extend my vacation time. I turned him down, telling him that he had done enough in taking care of Mizuki.

Mizuki glared at me as she walked out, almost blaming me for what happened. Despite the fact that the situation was her fault, I felt kind of guilty. I knew that her emotional outburst was a direct result of me being there, but I could not reveal this to either the rep or the assistant director because if I did both our heads would roll. That same morning the girl from the elevator started going to all my classes. She was there in all the morning time-slot classes, and even all the night time classes. The only time she did not show up was on Friday, but then, attendance to the English courses in this particular company is voluntary on Fridays.

I went home that evening when, to my bewilderment, the girl from the elevator was waiting for me outside the apartment complex. I asked her what she was doing there, and she told me;

"Looking for you."

I warned her that I was not allowed to fraternize with students, least of all 16 year old High School girls. She then proceeded to tell me how even though foreigners are repeatedly warned of that rule, that none of the Japanese English teachers really listen. She also said, rather deviously, that teachers may not be allowed to fraternize, but the contract didn't say anything about students. Okay, the girl it seemed was clearly trying to get me in the sack, and I didn't understand why; I have very large eyes, and my appearance is somewhat comical.

In a lot of ways I look like a living cartoon. I was told later on that year by a female student that Japanese girls like their guys "cute and 'skinny.'" Because I fit the Japanese woman's ideal of male beauty so well the old lady told me, that is the reason the girls never left me alone and why my classes always seemed to be packed with female students. This girl was no different; her name was Akiko.

She stood at the entrance to my apartment with the most evil grin I had ever seen. This girl was out for my cock, and she was not going to take no for an answer. I told her it was inappropriate; I was nearly 26, and she was 16. She told me that although legally she's a minor, that it is perfectly acceptable for a 16 year old girl to have sexual relations with an older young adult male. It is illegal, but no one in Japan cares; it is a cultural thing. Basically, nothing I said was going to deter her.

"Besides, if you brush me off I'll scream and accuse you of rape."

At that point my nuts went up to my throat from fear. I really did not want to lose my job, much less spend my time in a Japanese prison.

"Besides" she cooed "most gaijin find Japanese pussy very delicious, even better than what they get back home... Why don't you try me?" Oh God her grin was devilishly coy!

I stared wide-eyed at this nymphet; I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Besides, if there was anyone I wanted to be with it was Mizuki. This girl was just as beautiful as she was, and also had a fox face, but she was too young for me. Finally though, taking her threat seriously, I resigned myself and invited her over to my apartment.

She grabbed my arm and up we went. No sooner had I closed the door behind me that she slammed me against it with amazing strength for a girl her size and began kissing me. Now, I stand at 5'10. This girl was actually a little bit taller than Mizuki, at around 5'4, so we were actually well matched. She also had great curves; she was thin, but she had a flawless waist-to-hip ratio, a bubble ass like Mizuki's, and c cup breasts. These girl's breasts were obviously not fully developed yet, but they were big enough and comfortable to hold in my hands.She kissed me furiously, painfully grabbing my genitals as she did so. I pushed her off and told her that if we were going to do it, that we may as well climb out of our clothes. She enthusiastically ran over to where my sleeping bag was and promptly removed her clothes. I did the same, and no sooner did the last article fall off that one could clearly see my mast standing at attention. She grabbed my cock and pulled me towards her. I fell on top of her and we began kissing. My manflesh was firmly pressed on top of her engorged vulva as we kissed for long minutes. I began exploring her with my mouth, tongue and hands from head to foot, and her body responded; no sooner had I finished that her clit came out of hiding.

Now running on primal instinct, I completely ignored the fact that she was only 16 and pressed my tongue against her clitoris. She began to squirm underneath from the pleasure, and actually tried to push my head off. I grabbed her wrists and trapped them firmly against the sleeping bag as I continued mercilessly licking her. As I glanced up at her as I licked her clit all I could see was her neck and chin. I was pitiless in licking her genitals, almost vengeful at the fact that she threatened to accuse me of rape.

"You wanted this you bitch" I thought to myself "then live with the torture of this pleasure!"

I inserted my tongue in her vaginal canal and she yelped out loudly. Some of her pussy-juice got on my nose and no sooner had the tangy, musky scent reached it that my cock swelled to almost painful proportions in its lustful fury. Not being able to take it anymore, I moved up to her bellybutton and rubbed my nose in circles around it, using her skin to clean off her cunt-juice. I kissed the area around her belly-button and lapped up the juices I smeared there, and as I worked my way up I hungrily sucked on her youthfully pliant breasts.

I then began kissing her neck, and as I did I grabbed my man-meat and aimed it directly at her now swollen and drooling slit. I pressed against her, and my cockhead parted her outer lips, in a noisy, slimy manner. No sooner had I done so, that her vaginal muscles clenched me and sucked me into her. My large prick slowly slid inside her, to the delicious sound of cuntjuice. She gasped in shock as I did, and a few seconds later she pulled up her knees and wrapped her legs around mine, just bellow my ass-cheeks.

I sunk all the way into her, burying myself to the balls. I was delirious from the heat of her pussy, but then alarm bells went off in my head; I wasn't wearing a condom! Now, I had gotten tested before and I came out clean, and by and large I know the majority of Japanese girls are clean, but I did not want to risk getting this girl pregnant. Almost as if she read my mind she said;

"I have been planning this; don't worry I'm on birth control. You can come in me all you want. I am also healthy."

I stared at her in disbelief, shocked at both what she said and the fact that I was firmly lodged inside the pussy of a High School girl. Still delirious from her heat and wetness, I felt compelled to kiss her. Akiko wasn't kidding; Japanese pussy was more delicious than white pussy. A lot more delicious; in fact, I couldn't believe the intense pleasure I felt as I was buried in this girl. She wrapped her arms around me and stroked my torso, and with her legs she stroked mine. She then began bucking her hips, spurring me on to do something.