Japanese Slut Girl

["Guerilla"]

It was another average day at work for Sayoko Bizen.

She worked at the Teichu General Trading company headquarters as a secretary to one of the company's executives, typing forms, filling out work, and other hard work that went unnoticed. She hated her job.

She patted some ash from her smoking cigarette and sighed as she glared at her computer screen. The pay was decent, but the work was boring and uninspired.

Sayoko was gorgeous. At twenty-two she stood a tall 5' 10", with a slim, curvy waist and a set of breasts that made men turn their heads. She had lovely dyed silver hair in long bangs that fell to her neck, with perfectly tanned skin and deep blue eyes. She was smarter than she looked, and quite the upstart bitch if angered.

But she was good at her work; she'd landed a decent job at marketing for Teichu before being called in a week ago for Kenji Sato, the president's son. Her biggest problem was her co-worker.

Sayoko was 'working' on a game of Tetris silently, smoking carefully, when she heard the sounds of cute moans and cries of pleasure in the next room. She wanted to bang her head on the desk.

"God damn, that cunt is at it again." She sighed. Her co-worker, Michi Higo, was a cute 'private' secretary of Mr. Sato's. It was no secret in their office that Michi was fucking the guy for success.

"Yeah, I know she's doing it for the money," she grumbled, "but shit, she fucks like a mink!" The sounds of yelps and giggles were undoubtedly those of Michi getting ready for a fucking.

Sayoko cringed at the thought. Mr. Sato was definitely not very attractive. He was portly and dumb as a box of rocks. Sayoko could only guess his prick was less than six inches. She didn't want to know any more about it, but goddamn it, she heard it.

Inside the office, Michi was squealing in delight. She was bent over her boss's desk, her skirt and panties splayed across it, her bra open. Sato squeezed them hungrily as he slid his throbbing cock into her slit.

"Oh god, yes!!" she cried, moaning in ecstasy. She whimpered as he began to pound her from behind, his pants to the floor. "Oh... but sir! We... oh! We really shouldn't! Oh! What if someone catches us?? Oh god!" She mewed as the large Mr. Sato rammed her dripping pussy. He chuckled awfully.

"That just turns me on even more, Michi!" he cried. He grunted as he squeezed her heart-shaped ass. Michi arched her back as he fucked her hard.

Sayoko rolled her eyes from outside.

"'Oh, we really shouldn't!' Hah!" she laughed. "Give me a break, bitch! What a fuckin' laugh. Coming in here like that every lunch like some damn 'pussy delivery girl.'" She took a drag from her cigarette as the moans and groans of rough sex emanated from the next room.

"Friggin' chairman's useless kid...joins the company as an 'Executive VP,' Hah!" She laughed mockingly again. She couldn't stand it. Michi was a bitch, but Sayoko was an even bigger one. "Just screws around all day, and do the directors do anything about it? Fuck no," she glared at her computer screen, as if it were listening attentively to her as it cleared three rows in her 'work' on Tetris. "They're too busy sticking their noses up his ass to notice. He sleeps through meetings, can't understand the contracts...shit, he can barely sign his own fuckin' name." She sighed. "And so, of course, all his work ends up on my desk."

It was true. She'd been doing nearly all of his work for him, and her salary was only a fifth of his. She felt gypped. "Shit, once those bad contracts start coming in, they're gonna have to do something."

After only a few minutes, Michi slowly came out of his office, sighing and straightening her black, wavy hair and fixing her bangs. She wore a slutty tiger-striped blouse under her jacket.

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["Guerilla"]

"Damn, it's fuckin' amazing that she can take that tub of lard's smelly little dick in her mouth." Sayoko said, continuing to gripe. She hadn't noticed Michi, who flinched at the comment. Sayoko continued with her complaining. "And then pretending he's taking advantage of her? Heh, my vote for Actress-of-the-Year goes to Michi Higo in 'I Fucked the Boss's Fat-ass Son!'" At this point, a highly irritated Michi chimed in.

"You're talking to yourself again, Ms. Bizen, dear." She said angrily. She turned and smirked, crossing her arms. "Bent out of shape because you can't get on the gravy train? Hmph! Give me a break!"

Sayoko turned, taking another drag from her cigarette. "C'mon, girl. You know that porker's hit on everything female in the whole fuckin' company." She glared, mumbling. "You're just the only one who could stomach him." This set Michi off. She snarled and eyed Sayoko angrily.

"Why you! You may think you can push me aside just because you're his secretary, but you are wrong...so, so wrong!!" she yelled. Sayoko stared blankly.

"You don't get it, do you? I wouldn't suck his dick if he came gold nuggets!" She declared sardonically. Michi took it the wrong way.

"You listen to me, Sayoko Bizen! Mr. Sato is TOTALLY hooked on me!! He says he can't make it through a single DAY without fucking me! So you don't stand a chance, you cheap SLUT!" Sayoko could only grin evilly.

"Funny, that's what all his other fuck girls say, too." She snickered smugly. Michi was furious. Needless to say, she stormed off in a rage. However, her comments got Sayoko thinking about her job as secretary.

"Still...why'd they move me to this job last week? I kinda liked marketing," she said to herself. "I don't remember messing up that bad. I mean, I know I have an attitude problem, but yeesh!"

The next day, Sayoko finished her daily gruel of work. At the stroke of five, she slung her coat over her back and turned to the door leaving Mr. Sato's office. "Five o'clock, boss. I'm outta here."

"Whoa! Wait a sec, Sayoko," he called, raising a hand. She stopped and turned. "How about a drink on the way home, eh? I know a great little place," he said with a smirk on his fat lips. Sayoko flinched.

"You fat fuck...you get here after lunch, and you've got the nerve to leave a five?? Your balls are bigger than your dick!" she thought to herself. She turned away and rolled her eyes. "No thanks," she said. Mr. Sato was surprised.

"Hey, hey, c'mon babe, I'm your boss, remember?" he said coolly. Sayoko turned around again to face him. "After I saw you in marketing, I got Pops to move you over here, and I can get you a big raise, too, if you just," he chuckled awfully, "be 'nice' to me!" Sayoko wanted to gag on her cigarette. She should've known. She also couldn't believe he was only 25 and as fat and ugly as he was, puffing and sweaty and covered in acne.

He slowly slid his hands around her from behind, sliding up her sides to her lace bodice she wore under her jacket, rubbing her breasts slowly with his pudgy fingers. Sayoko bit her lip, watching him carefully.

"I've been attracted to you for a long time, Sayoko!" he said hungrily. Sayoko cocked a brow.

"Why me? You're not hunting for girls are you? You even got 'daily room service.' She asked. Michi was his fuck girl after all.

"That dog? She's after me, not the other way around! I only blow my wad in her to make you jealous!" he smirked as he rubbed against her from behind. She could feel his unimpressive erection grinding against her. "C'mon Sayoko! If you'll play along, you might find it to your...advantage." He slid his hands down slowly to her firm athletic thighs, covered by satin hose and a skirt which he was trying to lift. "If you want money, I can cook the department's books and get you all you want. You won't even have to come into work...I can get you a little place just around the corner. C'mon! I've seen the way you dress. You want it, you sexy little slut!" he whispered huskily into her ear as his fingers ran along her thin satin thong.

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[decepticon]

bring us the next episode man..

[GANJA]

Bro Guerilla, nice story.. please continue.

["Guerilla"]

(sorry for the delay, just reach home, here is the next episode)

Sayoko, completely turned off by everything he was up to, was at an inner conflict. "This guy's so fuckin' dumb I could really gut the bank and dump all the blame in his lap." She sighed.

"I'm not like that fuckin' whore Higo, but it's still a pretty attractive scenario, I gotta admit." She groaned uncomfortably as he began to peel her clothes off.

"Screwing this asshole would be Puke City, but I could reel him in slow, get some decent clothes, jewelry...maybe a car." She went over the pros and cons carefully. "All that, plus whatever I could get out of the company...shit, I could be suckin' down mai-tais in Maui for the rest of my life..."

Suddenly, her thoughts were cut short as he slid off her bodice, thong, and dress in one swift motion to her ankles. She yelped, wide-eyed. "HEY! What the fuck?! I was still thinking it through, pal! Damn, I thought you were a total loser, but it looks like you're good at one thing, anyway!" Her boss only chortled through his nose.

Again, with a surprise, the door to the office swung open, with a cheerful Michi stepping in. "Yoo-hoo, Kenji baby! I found this most darling, intimate little bar, and it's Friday night! Let's go there and—" she paused when she turned on the light. Her cheer was stopped short when she saw a horny Mr. Sato trying to bury his face into a struggling Sayoko's boobs, leaning back on the desk.

"'Go there and...' and what? Get him drunk and drag him to a hotel? Is that your fiendish 'master plan'...?" Sayoko said cynically as she shoved her portly boss off her. Michi was coming apart at the seams, and she soon erupted.

"YOU THIEVING ALLEY CAT!!" she shouted, grabbing at Sayoko, who only snarled back at her.

"FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!" Sayoko yelled back as she fought them off. Suddenly, a plan sparked into her head as Michi turned her anger to Mr. Sato, who was fumbling with the both of them. She scrambled onto the office PC and uploaded the office intranet webcam system. Turning it on, she turned the cam to the arguing pair. "Get OFF me!" she yelled, and with a swift kick she knocked them off and ran for the door. "I'm outta here! Have fun!" Mr. Sato called out to her.

"No! No! Sayoko, my love! Come back!" he shouted. This only made Michi madder.

"COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN, YOU COWARDLY BITCH!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. But, too late, Sayoko was gone. She heaved in anger as Mr. Sato calmed down.

"Aw, gee whiz," he sighed. Michi scowled.

"Sir! You mustn't even touch that slut! I'm sure she has all kinds of awful, disgusting diseases!" she cried, trying to reassert his horny focus on her. It worked for the most part.

"Well, fuck, I guess you'll have to do, today... I'm kinda bored with you though..." he whispered. Michi growled at him, fist clenched.

Sayoko, wearing only her black thong, her hose, and her high-heels, huffed away from the office. Several wide-eyed office workers watched her as she took a long drag off her cigarette.

[nobodyid]

Sayoko was cool to end it by taking out a cigarette.. haha n not taking out a.... sucking..

[who_represents]

Wow :eek: a Japanese story!!! Later must have godzilla and earthquakes thrown in hor, hee hee :D

[Qoo*Qoo]

why are we waiting?

[dirtymonk82]

Wow :eek: a Japanese story!!! Later must have godzilla and earthquakes thrown in hor, hee hee :D

how abt ultra man?? keke

[nobodyid]

gundam coming in to join the fun too..?

["Guerilla"]

Ultra man & gundam sex story hard to find or maybe didnt exist..keke

now to continue with the rest of the story.. Sayoko was out of job and decided to become an FL.. got a house call from one customer Satoru Hisoka and story as below..

["Guerilla"]

Within a few days of moving to +++yo from the boonies, I was blown away by the number of flyers I got for telephone sex, adult videos, 'massage' outcalls, and other semi-porn shoved into my mailbox nightly.

My name is Satoru Hisoka. I moved here to relocate after being promoted at work. I lived in a nice apartment in the Green Heights Maruyama complex, alone. That was my problem; I was 23, and still a virgin. I know, you don't have to tell me it's pathetic. But I was totally depraved of sex and I needed some bad, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to 'take the challenge' and call one of these sex lines. I was nervous, but I was determined to get some tonight.

After finally getting through their voicemail to an actual person, I managed to calmly give them my address and get a confirmation. I was calling one of the less raunchy lines; something generic about 'refreshing the body and the mind.' I figured it would be fine.

Of course, as soon as I hung up the phone, I went nuts. A real girl was coming! Just to fuck me! I was ecstatic; until I realized that some of my friends told me about some of the times they'd called; the girls were old and flabby and were just plain awful. On top of that, what if some big-ass bouncer came over and robbed me of my cash? I'm no bodybuilder. Hell, I'm pretty skinny and lanky compared to most guys. Let's just say I wasn't one of the ones who liked going to gym class.

"Fuck it!" I cried. "Gotta get ready!" I ran about my messy apartment, frantically. "Tissue paper, check! Condoms, check! Hide the dirty magazines, check! Brushed teeth, check! Shower, check!" I was preparing myself way too much. I was stressed out. I figured I'd jack off for a bit to get my edge off.

Unfortunately, that plan backfired. I cranked out five orgasms and collapsed on my couch, falling asleep.

I woke up from a frightening dream of being mugged to hear the sound of my door being banged on pretty loudly. I jumped to my feet and checked my watch.

"Holy shit, I've been asleep for three hours!" I said. "I wonder if they're always this late." I went to the door and opened it slowly. Boy was I in for a surprise.

"Yo, kiddo," she said. "You the geek who called?" She stood a tall 5' 10", wearing a broad white business coat over a tight leather tank-top. She had a short leather skirt on, too. Her hair was silvery with straight bangs that hung thinly across her face. Her eyes were a piercing crystal blue, with lipstick to match. Her skin was tanned and perfect. A cigarette hung from her mouth. Her breasts looked firm, and I guessed they were a good D cup. I was flabbergasted. It showed on my face.

"Guess not, huh," she said. Turning to the side she flipped out a cell phone and speed-dialed her boss. "Sayoko here. You gave me the wrong apartment number again, shit for brains," she complained. I jumped.

"No! No! It's here! It's here!" I shouted. I wasn't about to have my fair leave on me! She looked at me, flipping off her cell.

"You sure?" she asked. I nodded profusely.

"Of c-c-course!" I studdered. She was a grade-A babe! She shrugged and we went in. "Come on in. It's a bit messy," I stammered. She arched a thin brow.

"It's a stinkin' pit," she grumbled. "You just move in or something?" I blushed a bit. She was close to the mark. I wasn't the most organized guy. I hoped it wouldn't affect her performance! She didn't seem to care after the initial impression, so she clunked down a huge black briefcase, which I noticed in her hand for the first time.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"My equipment, whaddaya think?" She asked, as if it were nothing. I was surprised. What kind of equipment do they use in this business? Did I really want to know? I was afraid I was getting in over my head, or even worse she was going to pull a gun and rob me. Of course, she didn't do that, but what she did do nearly blew my socks off.

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[Artic]

nice story...clap clap...;)

[deathblaze]

did you get this from a hentai manga called "Slut Girl"??
it's kinda similar http://www.freecartoonsex.com/e_mangas/slut_girl.htm

["Guerilla"]

Thanks to bro Artic for the encouragement, well here the next episode, enjoy bro..

"Okay kiddo, let's get it on," she said seductively, slipping off her coat. My cock nearly jumped outta my pants. She was a fuckin' mega babe! Her breasts were barely contained by her tiny leather top, with her firm nipples poking out. I was wrong; she was a DD, at least! Her skirt was small and leather, with thong straps hanging on her hips. She wore dark hose with no garters and I swear I could see her muff in her thong from the bottom of her tiny skirt.

How lucky I was! My first time ever and I'm gonna get fucked by a super-mega-hot-shit-babe! It must have been god's gift to the caring compassionate guy I was!! I nearly came in my pants at the prospect! Unfortunately, my racing mind was interrupted by a kick to the head. I flew back onto the couch.

"What the fuck is your problem? Lie on theeffin' couch!" she yelled. I was ecstatic!

"But I'm not ready yet...my heart's going a-pitter and a-patter!" I giggled. I wasn't thinking with my brain at this point. She rolled her eyes and handed me what looked like a metal helmet with lightbulbs coming out, complete with goggles and a heavy headset.

"First, put this on," she ordered. I shyed away.

"But I've never used sex toys
before—I'm so embarrassed!" I was acting like a school girl! She could tell, and she wasn't pleased. She shoved the contraption onto my head and turned it on. It was dark and made a weird noise, but oddly relaxing.

"There. Pretty good, huh? Calms ya down, right?" She asked. She was right. I soon became one with the universe as the machine sent vibrations throughout my skull, the goggles flashing a rainbow of colors into my eyes. What kind of sex toy is this? She took it off and extended a hand.

"Great. Done. That'll be three hundred bucks," she demanded coldly. I was still in that euphoria, so I began to reach for my wallet when my hard-on reminded me of my predicament.

"Hey!" I shouted, pointing at her. "What kind of joke is this? You think I'm a total idiot?" I snarled. She sighed and put her hand on her forehead.

"Fuckin' figures. I had a bad feeling about you." She rolled her eyes, sitting down. "Look, kiddo—did you even READ the flyer?" she asked. I cocked a brow and grabbed it.

The flyer had a picture of two hot looking chicks on it, though not nearly as hot as the girl staring hard at me. It mentioned an 'Outcall service' with 'the latest biofeedback technology' to 'refresh your body and mind.' It said it was 'the ultimate cure for stress and fatigue' from 'the Research Center for Virtual Therapy.' It wasn't a porno ad at all! It was a virtual therapy outcall flyer!

"'Virtual therapy,' huh?" I asked. She nodded.

"Uh huh. It's this New-Age scam company a friend of a friend of mine runs," she confessed. Then she pulled in close, staring me down evilly. "And where the fuck does it say anything about 'massage' or 'sex services,' huh? It says 'biofeedback.'" She growled. I trembled at her bitchiness. "You saw that line about 'outcall services,' and confused it with all those sex ads, right? Am I right, kiddo?" She sneered.

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[sythe]

nice story bro......

[qbdp]

something different from the usual stories..nice!:)

["Guerilla"]

I was shocked. She was totally right. I'd made a huge fucking mistake. She sighed and lit her cigarette, taking a long drag and looking at the flyer.

"Maybe I shouldn't say this, but shit...it's pretty obvious you just fell off the turnip truck, but I'm fuckin' amazed even some back woods hick'd fall for this cheap-ass bullshit." I fell to my knees, forehead on the floor. I was crushed. "Sorry. Hey, I think it's a crappy racket too...but like, I got these massive credit-card debts, see? I can't be picky. I'm doing this now, but I used to be an executive secretary!" She declared. It was true. She used to work for a high-end company, but her horny and ugly little boss made a scene and she just had to leave. She tried to explain, but I wasn't listening. I was sobbing.

"I saved and saved for this day! God is dead!" I cried. She sighed and rolled her eyes again, kicking me hard.

"Jesus Christ, be a fuckin' man, kiddo! You got ripped! Deal with it! Shit," she grumbled as I writhed under her high-heeled shoe. It didn't help. "Okay, okay...fuck, ya pathetic worm. I'll put out for ya just this once, okay?" She turned her back to me. I didn't believe her.

"To tell you the truth, it's embarrassing to be working for these rip-off artists, I need to do something to...I dunno, lighten my karmic load, or some such shit." I sobbed.

"No, please...no more lies. Just leave me alone." I cried. She grinned and pulled her skirt up, grabbing her thong and sliding it off in one clean pull.

"You call this a lie, country boy?" She asked seductively. I blinked. Hot damn! She had the finest ass I'd ever seen! I mean, I'd seen a lot in pornos, but this was the real deal. She grabbed me and laid me on the couch. My cock immediately got hard, but I was having second thoughts.

"Are you sure? I mean, are you 'really, truly, honestly, for sure' sure??" I stammered. She grumbled.

"Shit, first he wants a piece of ass, then he doesn't! A hick like you oughtta know the old saying about looking a gift blowjob in the mouth! Or something like that..." I began to feel bad.

"But gee. For a girl who isn't in the 'jizz-biz' to do this...I mean, it's real nice of you to offer, but..." I tried so hard to come up with an excuse as she pulled down my slacks and rubbed my hardened cock through my boxers.

"Yeah? Well, this guy here sure as shit can!" she declared. I blushed.

"Yeah... heh... kinda outta my control..." I melted. She laid me back and began to kiss my chest gently.

"Just lie back and enjoy it kiddo. Keep whining and I might change my mind." She assured me. I was past the point of complaint as she took out my cock and began to stroke it slowly. "It's your first time, right? Well, leave it to me." She cooed, straddling my chest, lowering her face to examine my shaft. "Hey, hey...you got a pretty decent piece of meat down here. I oughtta be able to deep-throat it, though..." she whispered slyly, her hot breath against my cock's head, already seeping pre-cum. She was right, I guess. I barely managed up to 7.5 inches.

That's when she began to lick me.

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[nobodyid]

good story line.. when is the next coming up.. nice reading..

["Guerilla"]

Oh god, it was unlike anything. No amount of masturbation or porno would equal what she did. First she slowly licked my shaft, the tip of her tongue flicking along my cock's head, before taking the head into her hot mouth and sucking hard, her head bobbing up and down. Then she took more and more of me inside of her. I was in heaven. She seemed to be explaining her reasoning of a blowjob to me between breaks of hard blowing.

"Virgin dudes are all ready to blow, see? So if you don't bring 'em off once, fast, take the edge off em...there's no way you can get a decent fuck out of it." She told me. She began to swirl her tongue along my shaft as she sucked, begging me. "Come on, kiddo—don't hold back! Gimme that hot cum!"

I complied quickly, as my balls exploded. She gulped my huge orgasm cleanly, taking it all in as she straddled me on the couch. When she finally managed to finish me off, she wiped her mouth.

Jesus, kiddo, how long you been saving up for? That was some big-ass mouthful of cum! Love it! Yum!" She squealed. She was right; I'd pretty much been saving up for 23 years for a girl, so it's no surprise I blew a huge load. She looked at me and blinked. I was still just as hard as before. I mean, who wouldn't be? She was fucking hot! "Awesome! I love you young dudes—check it out! Still hard as a rock! In that case..." she got up and pulled off her skirt, lifting up her top. She was stacked!

"Let's get right to the main course!" She shouted, laying back on the couch with her legs spread wide, giving me a full view of her dripping pussy. I stood there, flabbergasted.

"Um... don't just sit there, you dumb fuck! This could get embarrassing..." she sighed as she lay there, spread eagle. Obeying her orders, I leapt upon her. She rolled us over and straddled me as I grabbed her pussy lips and spread them wide as I entered her hot cunt. It felt incredible! She pressed fully onto my shaft quickly and began to ride me good and hard. I was sure I'd died! Her cunt was so hot and wet as she fucked me harder, and harder, moaning and squealing as she did. Her huge 38-DD breasts filling my face, which I licked and sucked hungrily. She looked down at me.

"Mmm...you know, it's b-been a while for me, too...I'm really enjoying this, kiddo! Heh, heh... mmm!!" she moaned again, pounding my cock on the couch. "How about you? Ya like it, babe?" She whispered, her hot breath on my ear.

I was about to cum. She was fucking me so good! "G-g-gonna... cum..." I managed to groan.

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["Guerilla"]

"Hey! Not so fast, buddy!" She snarled, then went back to cooing seductively at me. "Tell ya what... you hold back 'til I get off, and I'll let ya blow your load into my cunt! I should be safe today..." She bargained. I couldn't say no to this chance, so I nodded quickly as she began to fuck me even harder and faster! "But I'm tellin' ya, kid—I better cum like a fuckin' freight train or YOUR ASS IS GRASS!" She pounded me mercilessly, our thighs slapping together nastily. I couldn't take it any more.

I came just as hard as before, writhing underneath her as she came herself, biting her lip. Her cunt was so hot! I was jello. She collapsed onto me and smiled.

"Hot damn," she said. "You're better than I thought." She grinned and grabbed me, pulling me to my bedroom. "The name's Sayoko, by the way," she winked.

She totally ignored the calls from her company, and kept on going...and going...and going! Until the sun came up. It was incredible. I was bone-dry by the time she finished, and she was still as hot as ever!

"Guess I'll get my ass fired again," she told me, "but at least I feel better! Gotta go look for work, now, though...dammit. Aw fuck, something'll come up!" She declared as she dressed. Then she was gone.

I felt pretty bad about her losing her job—it was partly my fault, after all. I spent the whole day worrying about her, too. But what could I do?

Just then, I heard the doorbell. I rushed over and answered it, and my jaw dropped.

It was Sayoko, in the same outfit, carrying two heavy briefcases and looking plumb tired. "Sorry, kiddo. Nothin' came up, so I'll be crashin' with you for a while. I'll fuck ya whenever you want for my share of the rent and food and shit. Oh yeah, I got loan sharks out for my blood too. And you wouldn't dump your first fuck, wouldja? Wouldja??" She asked, looking at me innocently. I slapped my forehead.

"Don't tell me...you planned to do this, didn't you??"

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["Guerilla"]

It was summer, alright.

Sayoko Bizen lay back on her hotel lounge chair, taking a long drag of her cigarette. She was tired, hot, and bored as hell. She sighed.

"Fuck!" she shouted. "These hotel pools suck shit! Why can't we go to Hawaii??" she griped. I winced at the comment. She was right the hotel pool sucked, and it was perfect weather for the beach.

"Because I can't afford them, that's why!" I whined. I wasn't made of money!

My name's Satoru; I live alone in my apartment in +++yo, except when Sayoko shows up. She's a freeloader, that's for sure. But damn, is she hot! She stood up from her chair and stretched, moaning softly. Sayoko was stacked, with 38-DD tits barely covered by a nearly see-thru bikini top and a firm, tanned, athletic body. Her ass, plain for all to see in a black bikini thong, was heaven. She stood tall at 5'10", and her flowing silver hair shadowed her dusky blue eyes. She was a goddess, and my first fuck. That's kinda how we met, oddly enough. Now Sayoko boards with me off and on, coming and going; she pays her half of the rent with the best pussy and blowjobs I'd probably ever get. Problem is, I'm totally her dog because of it.

"It's so fucking...summer," she said grimly, as if it were a bad thing! Seeing Sayoko in her tiny outfit made my cock jump. "It's so...hot," she griped again, sitting down next to me at the table by the pool.

"Yes you are!" I exclaimed. My mind wasn't under control at this point. Sayoko whined and pulled my arm.

"Then gimme money! C'mon! Puh-reeze??" she begged. She was always needing money. She owed so much, I didn't even know the half of it. I called for a beer, ignoring her. When she ran her nails down my arm I rolled my eyes.

"Give me a break, Sayoko," I complained. "Even a resort like this costs the big bucks! Every time you show up, you kill my budget! I'm flat broke!" I explained. She rolled her eyes and pushed me a little as the waiter brought me my beer.

"Aww, poor damn baby! When I visit, you get the Sayoko All-You-Can-Fuck Pussy Buffet. If I was a whore, I'd be a steal!" She said sardonically as the acne-faced waiter handed Sayoko my beer, blushing as he got two eyefuls of her tanned flesh. Sayoko began to drink without question before explaining her reasoning.

"Look, I need the money because a girlfriend is flying in from Australia. I need dough for winin' and dinin' and sightseein' and shit." She said before she chugged my beer, on my tab. I was furious!

"We're not in Beverly Hills, you know! Take her to cheap places like everyone else goes to! Jesus!" I griped. I wasn't in the mood for paying for two girls' tabs! Sayoko was enough for both of us!

"Okay, fine. DON'T loan me any money," she shrugged sarcastically. "I don't HAVE to introduce you to my friend. It's no skin off my nose if you don't want to meet some exotic foreign babe." I didn't believe any of it.

"Why would I want to meet some lardass Aussie chick?" I asked, crossing my arms. Sayoko reached into her bikini and produced a photo, passing it to me.

"Take a look, dumb-ass." She sighed, putting her cigarette back into her mouth.

I took it and looked at her. "A picture isn't going to change my... my..." I trailed off. It was as if time had stopped when I gazed onto the Polaroid. Instantly, my mood changed.

"My wallet is your wallet, how much?" I asked as if it were nothing at all. Sayoko raised a finger.

"Only one thousand smackers!" She winked at me.

The whole reasoning behind my sudden mood swing was obviously the picture. It featured a young, very attractive blonde woman in a blue cap with a matching blue shirt that barely kept in her huge breasts which fell over her folded arms. Her lips were crimson and puckered, and her hair was like the sun. She was amazing! While I stared longingly at the picture, Sayoko leaned into my ear, whispering.

"She's five-nine...natural blonde...bigger tits than mine, like 42-DD!" She exclaimed. At this point my hard-on was in control.

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[deathblaze]

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["Guerilla"]

There I was, feeling like an idiot.

Sitting on the curb to my apartment complex, hot, bored, and grumbling. I couldn't believe I was doing this!

The name's Satoru. If you don't know by now, I'm rooming with a grade-A mega babe that goes by the name of Sayoko Bizen. She comes to my place off and on, fucking me for rent and emptying my bank account. Recently she conned me into paying a thousand bucks to bring over an Australian chick here to +++yo. All I had was her picture; it had a beautiful blonde woman with puckered red lips and huge luscious breasts. This had better be worth it.

My thoughts of boredom were interrupted as a crumpled beer can smacked me in the head. It was Sayoko, in her Galant GTO-MR, wearing sunglasses under her dyed white flowing hair. She snickered.

"Nap's over, buddy boy! Heeeere's NEENA!" She exclaimed. She was here! In the passenger seat, the woman from the photo, wearing a shoulder-cut shirt and a baseball cap. She smiled and waved.

"In zee flesh! Salut!" she cried in a French accent. She must not be an Aussie, but hey, I wasn't complaining! They got out of the car and went over. I took one look at Neena and nearly died!

She was 5' 9", with flowing blonde hair and the lips I waited to see. Her shoulder-cut shirt had long sleeves and showed her enormous cleavage and midriff. Her skirt was short and didn't hide her thong straps. She had a small bit of luggage and wore high heels. She was amazing! I was babbling at the mouth as soon as she addressed me.

"Zo, what do you zeenk of me, mistair Satoru?" she asked in her sexy accent. I was hard as a rock already, getting an eyeful of her soft body. I babbled something incoherent as Sayoko snapped her fingers.

"Earth to Satoru!" She cried. I calmed down a little bit, but seeing them both was not good for my libido. Sayoko, 5' 10" with tanned skin, blue eyes and a delicious DD rack that was barely contained by a thin halter-top. Of course, she could be a total bitch.

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DISCLAMER : The Japanese Slut Girl stories are all fictional and not written by me. Up my points if you like what you read. Thanks in advance

[KingBong]

Power man, how on earth did you earn so many red cards