いちなにんきのおんなをミツケテこれはと思ってしてみる
The Naughty Escapade: A Dirty Weekend in Tokyo’s Seedy Hotels
As the taxi pulled up to the run-down hotel, Aki manga’d her hair nervously. She had heard rumors about these seedy love hotels in Tokyo’s red-light district, but had never dared to venture inside one before. Tonight, however, desperation had driven her to seek one out.
Aki had just turned 18 and was still a virgin. Since high school graduation, she had been working dead-end part-time jobs to save up for college. The stress of her meager finances had taken a toll on her mental health and, more pressing, her sex drive. She needed a way to finally pop her cherry before she turned 19.
Entering the seedy hotel’s dingy lobby, Aki felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Tabloid magazines littered the counter and the foul stench of cigarette smoke hung thick in the air. The lecherous-looking old man behind the desk leered at her hungrily as she approached.
“What’s your pleasure tonight, little one?” he rasped, exposing his tobacco-stained teeth. “We’ve got rooms for all your special needs. Incest, rape, wife-swapping…take your pick.”
Aki gulped, trying to feign more confidence than she felt. “I’m looking for a basic room. Just a simple ‘boy-meets-girl’ encounter.”
The creepy man cackled and tossed her a key. “Top floor, end of the hall. You’ll find what you’re looking for.”
Hurrying upstairs on shaky legs, Aki found the room was even more disgusting than the lobby. Stained sheets, flickering neon lights, and the pungent odor of cheap whiskey all added to the seedy ambiance. But she was determined to go through with this.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Hoping it was her date, Aki opened it quickly, but was nearly bowled over by the hulking man who barged inside. Totally ignoring her, he started removing his clothes, displaying his massive muscles and uncircumcised penis as he preened in front of the mirror.
“This is so fucking lame,” he complained. “I wantedicated S&M setups, not some boring VCR.”
Aki bit her lip. Was this the same simple ‘boy-meets-girl’ scenario she had asked for? She tried to explain her preference, but the man just snarled irritably.
“Look, princess, in thiscket the damn client gets whateveraceous perversions he wants. And if I have to jack it while pretending to Michael Keaton K linking with Nicole Kidman, so be it.”
With that, the man plopped down on the bed, reached into his bag for a porn magazine, and started rutting away. Aki felt simultaneously humiliated and aroused watching him fist his meaty shaft.
“Uh, Mr. Client, sir?” she stammered. “The room rate is awfully steep for just masturbating. Is it really necessary for you to climax in here? Wouldn’t it be cheaper to do that at home?”
The man turned to her slowly, his face contorted in a mixture of anger and disbelief. “You don’t get it, do you, you fu*king imbecile? If I don’t pull this wank off in, you forfeit your deposit. These seedy hotels don’t tolerate slackers, and neither do I.”
Realizing there was no arguing with him, Aki sighed in resignation. Might as well make the most of this bizarre encounter. She pulled off her blouse to reveal her young breasts. “Is this what you really want? To see school girl gang raped concepts played out by me?”
The client growled a gruff affirmative and sped up his stroking. Aki slithered out of her skirt, exposing the cute cotton panties she had worn for the occasion. “You want to see if I have a depraved sister that will pleased you, too? Forget about it!”
Hearing the man’s furious grunts, Aki knew she was hitting the right buttons. Slipping off her underwear, she began to touch herself, her arousal returning now that the client was involved again. “Do you want to finger me hard with your sweaty bear hands?”
The client was really getting into Aki now, his stroking reaching a fever pitch. She could tell by the colorful string of expletives flying from his mouth that he was teetering on the brink.
“No more conniving extranight, you filthy greedy prostitute!” he snarled. “Close your eyes and pray this fiend is merciful enough to spare you unnecessary pain. I’ll be your final desector and show you the pain and sensations you’ve only dreamed of!”
As the client erupted with a guttural roar, Aki closed her eyes tight. She felt hot splatters of sticky liquid striking her naked chest and face, the pungent odor of semen battering her nostrils. The client had covered her in his cum, fulfilling one of his darkest fetishes.
In the midst of the chaos, Aki realized she was actually quite turned on. She may have been innocent, especially now that she had a hairy futanari ravaging her in horney futa tentacles, but she was wonderful appreciative of the client’s intensity. She had asked for a ‘boy-meets-girl’ room and he had certainly delivered a perverse and brutal version.
The client washed and dressed without a backwards glance at Aki, his masturbation providing the twisted sex Aki had sought (and more). She knew she had been used, but she also felt satisfied from her first taste of seedy hotel debauchery. Maybe there was something to be said for men’s uncensored fantasies. She thanked the client sincerely and left the room, already plotting her next sleazy adventure.
As she emerged onto the bustling Tokyo streets, she felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was no longer the naive schoolgirl she once was. Now, she was an active participant in the darker corners of the city’s sexual underbelly – and she wasn’t going to stop exploring its sticky depths, no matter how far down the rabbit hole she fell.
