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Title: “Naughty Night at the Japanese Buaisou: A Fingered Fantasy”

Stepping into the dimly lit room, Rika couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. The ambiance was electrifying, with the distant hum of chatter and clinking glasses, and the seductive melodies filtering in from the opulent lounge beyond. She had heard tales of the legendary onahole pub, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the real thing.

Rika was a gal on a mission – to satisfy her greedy, aching pussy. And at this mecca of sexual delights, she knew she’d find just the girl to do it. Spotting a curvaceous beauty with a pair of pillow-like breasts straining against her frilly top, Rika strode over, a sly smirk playing on her lips.

“Hey there, cutie,” she purred, her gaze traveling appreciatively over her target’s luscious figure. “Mind if I feel up those pretty tits of yours?”

The clerk looked down at Rika’s suggestive stance and winked. “Course not, sugar. But let’s take this to a more private booth, yeah?”

Moments later, the two women were ensconced in a cozy booth, a thick curtain drawn to ensure their privacy. Rika wasted no time, sliding onto the bench next to the clerk and immediately reaching up to cup her massive, soft breasts. She moaned at the feel of them, marveling at their weight and give.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Rika breathed as she kneaded the pliant flesh. Her right hand crept lower, sneaking under the clerk’s short skirt to stroke her inner thigh. “Tell me you’re not wearing any panties, babe…”

“Not a stitch,” the clerk confirmed with a naughty laugh. “And I’m sopping wet. Can you feel it?”

Rika’s fingers reached the moist juncture between the clerk’s spread thighs, and indeed she was wet – deliciously, drippingly so. “Was that for me?” Rika asked wickedly, two digits sliding easily through the slick folds to circle around the clerk’s engorged clit. “What a naughty girl you are…”

The clerk bit back a moan of pleasure, grabbing Rika’s wrist and pushing her fingers deeper into her greedy hole. “Mmmm…finger me, Rika. Shove those digits in deep and give me a real good fingering.”

Rika needed no further invitation, plunging two fingers knuckle-deep into the clerk’s soaked cunt. She wasted no time pumping them in and out, curling them to stroke the spongy roof of her pussy. With her other hand, she pinched and tugged at the clerk’s stiff nipples, relishing the wanton moans spilling from her lips.

“I bet you do this with loads of girls,” Rika taunted playfully as she finger-fucked her harder. “Let them use one of your naughty fingers for their own pleasure. And you soaking up all those juices, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes I do it all the time,” the clerk admitted breathlessly, hips undulating to meet Rika’s thrusting hand. “I’m a dirty slut who loves having my pussy diddled. Faster, Rika! Wreck my cunt with those fingers!”

Rika obliged, fucking her as hard and fast as she could, enjoying every desperate little squelch and gush. The clerk’s arousal drenched her wrist, and the feeling of her velvety walls clenching around her fingers was divine. Rika could feel the clerk’s body tensing, her climax building, and she pent up the pressure by teasing her clit.

“Oohhh…I’m close!” the clerk wailed. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum on your fingers, girl! Gonna – ahhhh!! Don’t stop!!!”

Her words dissolved into pure ecstasy as Rika drove her relentlessly over the edge, plundering her spasming sex and rubbing her throbbing clit. The clerk came apart with a scream, her juices flooding out around Rika’s fingers. Rika worked her through every shuddering twitch and gasp until she was spent, finally pulling back with a wicked grin.

“Mmm…you clean up real good,” Rika quipped, bringing her soaked fingers to her mouth and making a show of licking the clerk’s essence off them. “And you taste real sweet too.”

The clerk collapsed back against the booth, grinning weakly. “I thought you’d never ask. Maybe next time I’ll return the favor and get you all fingered and tube-tied too, eh?”

“If you’re lucky. But hey, how about a quick pic before I go? Gotta document the best pussy-pedaling I’ve had in ages!”

Rolling her eyes but thrilled by the compliment, the clerk struck a salacious pose – one hand buried between her heaving thighs, the other tweaking a nipple. Rika snapped the image, a wondrous memento from the night she got finger-blasted by a pro cyclist – one of the finest hands she’d ever known. Although that beautiful clerk probably didn’t know it, she’d left an impression Rika would never forget.

With nary a backwards glance, Rika sauntered out of the booth and back into the animated lounge, ready to find her next fix – a naughty night at the onahole pub had only just begun, after all. But as she melted back into the throng of writhing, moaning bodies, Rika knew that little encounter would be etched in her mind forever – a toe-curling reminder of Tokyo’s raunchiest secret Sensations to last a lifetime, even for a sex-pats black-belt like her.