Fumiko Fucks Jose’s Friend (part 9)
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I went out to finally reveal my costume. Jose didn’t know what I was wearing, but I promised him that it would match what he was wearing. Jose loved my outfit, he came and gave me a big hug. Then he lifted my mini skirt to see if I was had any undies on. Of course I didn’t. “Easy access,” I gave him a kiss, easily reaching his face with the roller skates on.
“Damn girl, I want you.”
“I want you too,” I replied.
Jose started to kiss me and grabbed my butt like he usually did, but then he paused and turned his head to look at Blanco.
“Help him out Fumi-san. Vato still doesn’t have a girl,” Jose pleaded. “Pay him special attention, eh.”
I knew he had good intentions. Blanca had spent over a years in prison on an assault charge for sticking up for a little homie. Outside of the Kaylee’s initiation two months ago, it sounded like Blanco hadn’t received any satisfaction since. So Jose wanted to do what he could for his friend, and asked me to help.
“Anything.” I whispered to him and then turned to skate away. Jose went into the bedroom to change into his zuit suite and left me alone with Blanco.
I was still turned on by the thought of making love to Jose, plus it was Halloween so I figured if Blanco was my constellation prize for the night, then I’d have fun with it. I went to sofa were Blanco was sitting and leaned over the coffee table in front of him pretending to sort though the magazines. I spread my legs open and raised my hips, knowing that this would expose my pussy to him. I was waiting for him to reach for me, but he didn’t. My pussy and asshole were already 3 feet from his face, so I started to skate back and forth a little hoping he would react, but again he didn’t. I think it was his respect for Jose, even though I was obviously trying to invite him, he hadn’t been told by Jose that it would be OK for him to fuck me. I finally concluded that he wasn’t going to do anything so, I skated back a little further, pretending to fall so that I ended up on his lap.
“Arigato,” I told him.
“Arigato,” he mimicked and I laughed. It was obvious he didn’t know what he was saying.
“You can thank me later,” I told him, starting to loosen his tie.
“Is Jose cool with this Fuck Me Some?” He had to clear his conscious.
“Si.” I replied in Spanish and went on to undo his buttons.
Blanco needed no more encouragement, he rushed to take off his jacket, but I stopped him and told him, “I was asked to give you special attention.”
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FUMIKO - JAPANESE TEEN AND EXWHORE (PART 8)
For those of you who have just started reading this series, it’s a story I’ve been writing off and on for a few months now. It still requires very heavy editing, so please bare with me. Also some of the formating is fucked up due to the import, so you might see some strange spacing. Part 1 is my least favorite and I might rewrite the entire section, but the story does get much better as you go on. As always, please use the star rating system and/or leave a comment to let me know what you think. ENJOY!
(House Warming After Party)
Background: Fumiko and Jose move into a larger apartment. They throw a house warming part for their friends and family. The scene that follows describes the after party they had once most of the guest had left for the night.
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FUMIKO - JAPANESE TEEN AND EXWHORE (PART 7)
KAYLEE’s BANG-IN
For those of you who have just started reading this series, it’s a story I’ve been writing off and on for a few months now. It still requires very heavy editing, so please bare with me. Also some of the formating is fucked up due to the import, so you might see some strange spacing. Part 1 is my least favorite and I might rewrite the entire section, but the story does get much better as you go on. As always, please use the star rating system and/or leave a comment to let me know what you think. ENJOY!
(Fumiko and Jose go to Kaylee’s Gang Initiation.)
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Preview
I wasn’t sure whose dick I took first. They all came rushing towards my face with their penises pointing and erect. The men were eager and jabby with their sticks. The part of me that was an ex-whore, thought, if you all would just slow down, this could be much more enjoyable. But they were to aroused to reason with so I moved my body at their pace. I took one dick in my mouth, fumbling it in and out to lick it and suck it while I tried to jerk off the other two. Although I had done this before, sucking three men at a time, it was always a challenge. Once the first cock was nice and wet, I moved on, and bobbled my head in between someone else’s thighs until I thought they had received enough attention. I knew what I had to do, continue this back and forth until the men were stiff enough for the rest of me.
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Fumiko - Japanese Teen and ExWhore (part 6)
After our experience with Lex, Jose started occasionally calling me Fuck Me Some. I guess he liked the name. It didn’t bother me. I even thought it was cute. Japanese people often had second names for those that they cared about. I guess in America it is called a pet name. For Jose it was a street name. Whatever the case, I liked that our relationship had reached that level.
Summer was starting. The days were getting a lot hotter and LA nights were smoggy and humid. Most of the people started wearing their t-shirts in the evenings. Girl wore short shorts and tank tops. I however was still visiting Jose in my normal clothes: long sleeve shirts and casual jeans. And as the weeks went by the contrast between us grew. Jose finally took notice.
“Girl, we’re gonna have to hook you up.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want my baby girl to look sexy when we’re out.”
“I thought you liked me naked,” I teased.
“Yeah, but when we’re out, you can’t be all naked on the street.” He chuckled.
“Besides, I want people to look at you and know you my girl.”
I never thought of it before, but Jose and I did look odd together. I was a conservatively dressed Japanese girl and he was vato from the streets, dressed in wife beaters and baggy creased khakis.
I tried to recall some of the gangster Mexican couples I had seen on the streets. It was summer and the Mexican girls wore short shorts and tanks tops. Much different then what I would show up in. Jose didn’t have to convince me anymore, he was right.
It was hard finding a store that was open, I usually only saw Jose a few hours in the middle of the night. Eventually we ended up at the 24-hour Wal-mart. Jose and I lookedat several items together. I naturally sided with the more conservative clothes, while Jose selected skimpier fits. After shopping for a while, I realized that I was being silly, if was willing to walk around a sex toyshop naked when I was with him, why was I fussing over the difference between t-shirts and tank tops. So I decided to give it my all. I started looking for the most revealing clothes they had to offer and even then I grabbed under sizes that I knew would fit tightly against my body.
Fumiko - Japanese Teen and Exwhore (part 5)
For those of you who have just started reading this series, it’s a story I’ve been writing off and on for a few months now. It still requires very heavy editing, so please bare with me. Also some of the formating is fucked up due to the import, so you might see some strange spacing. Part 1 is my least favorite and I might rewrite the entire section, but the story does get much better as you go on. As always, please use the star rating system and/or leave a comment to let me know what you think. ENJOY!
(Fumiko tells Jose about the strange clients she had as a whore.)
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I was still surprised by Jose’s reaction to my relationship with Duke. I don’t know how, or why but Jose seemed able to accept my pass. My family, the police, everyone made me feel like I was dirty for the things that I had done for Duke. I didn’t know any better at the time, I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’t. Jose was the first person to understand that and to be able to overlook what I had been. In fact, he even sounded excited when I started talking about my clients and asked me to go into detail.
“Damn Girl! Duke had you working! What was the strangest shit he had you do?” Jose asked excitedly.
I wasn’t sure if I should tell him. I knew the answer, but I wasn’t sure if I should tell him. I was so afraid it would ruin his opinion of me.
Jose sensed my hesitation, so he egged me on.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Fuck yea, this shit is hot. Me, I like my girls with experience,” he tried to put my doubts at ease.
“OK,” I gave in still hesitant. “Well, there was this man, a client of Duke’s that was very rich, but also very old. “
“O, that’s not crazy girl,” Jose said sounding disappointed.
“Umm, he also had a son that was a virgin.”
“That’s still not crazy,” Jose challenged.
“His son was mentally disabled and he wanted me to make him a man,” I finally let it all out.
“Shit a retard? Now that’s crazy girl. Fucking hot China. Well lets hear the whole thing.”
“Well Junior, that was his name, was the clients only son. I don’t know what happened to the mother, but only a few months before I came home. By that time I was one of Duke’s most popular girls, and Duke knew that he could have me do anything because of all the photos he had of me. He swore he would show my family the videos and photos of me if I was to ever turn down a client. So he knew I would do anything. So even though I was very scared of the assignment, I knew I had to do it.
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FUMIKO - JAPANESE TEEN AND EXWHORE (part 4)
(Fumiko is shared by Jose for the first time.)
Lex was in a way his partner, although they belonged in rival gangs, the two had been friends since grade school. And now that they both dealt drugs, they would often purchase each other’s surplus, this partnership allowed them to have a higher selection and quality, and they would always be able to supply what their customers wanted.
Jose introduced us. He said this was his best friend. The two had grown up next door to each other and even as they grew older and separate they remained close. Even though their groups were now at odds. I knew the importance of such a relationship so I tried extra hard to make sure that Lex accepted me. So tried to be as polite as possible.
Lex was much shorter then Jose, but taller then me. What he lacked in height his muscular build made up for. He had huge arms, a monster chest and a neck the width of an ox’s. Jose had told me that his real name was Luther, but growing up they started calling him Lex after a villain from Superman, Lex Luther.
“Fumi-san? Sounds like fuck me some. You got your yourself a new sancha Smiley?”
Lex mused.
“Na holmes, this is my hyna dog.” “What you got yourself a little girlfriend now?” his friend looked surprised.
Up until that point I didn’t understand much of what they were saying, I spoke no Spanish, but realizing that Jose was introducing me to his best friend as his girlfriend made me blush.
“Dog this girl is wifey material,” Jose said proudly.
“Bull shit nigga!” Lex challenged.
“Watch,” he said. “Fuck Me Some, get buck naked.” I was listening closely to their conversation. The two were starting to blend and exchange each other’s slang. Being that we were with company I was extra attentive like my mother taught me.So I quickly I stripped off the clothes I had on and took my place next to Jose.
“Show him your plug,” Jose continued.
I knew that Jose was trying to speak well of me. I didn’t want to disappoint, so I turned around and reached for my ankles, like I had done several times before for Duke in front of new clients,it gave Lex a good view of my pussy and the butt plug in my ass.
FUMIKO - JAPANESE TEEN AND EXWHORE (PART 3)
the apartment
A few days later, I went back to see Jose again. I still had enough coke to last me through the weekend, but I had spent the past few days thinking of him often. I wanted to see him again. I thought maybe we’d even be able to go back to the hilltop. I still felt badly for not satisfying him that last time, and wanted desperately to make up for it. They sound like foolish thoughts; I guess there was still a part of me that was innocent and craved for what I imagined spending time with a man could be.
Jose was working his corner again, I don’t know if he ever did anything else. It started to seem like he was always there. He must have had a lot of clients I thought. When I greeted him he looked surprised, I guess he didn’t think he’d see me again until the next week. Jose smiled nonetheless and this time, he stepped in close to me and gave me a soft hug with one arm. I was surprised, I wasn’t sure how to hug back, up until now the only person I can ever remember hugging was my mother, it wasn’t something that was common for Japanese people and something that none of my clients had ever done. So I froze. Jose looked down at me, he seemed disappointed, and I was angry with myself.
Fumiko - Japanese Teen and ExWhore (part 2)
I could tell he wasn’t much older then I was but like me he had gone through a lot. I don’t know if he was good looking. None of the clients I had been with were attractive to me, I grew up dreaming about Japanese pop-star idols, and Jose didn’t look like any Japanese rock star I had ever seen.
The next time I saw Jose was the following Tuesday night. He smiled at me as if he was glad to see me. Jose was tall, tan and slanky, I could tell that he wasn’t much older then I was but his face was aged from life on the streets. Perhaps if I had grown up in the United States I could honestly say that I found him attractive, but his bold head and the tattoos that covered his neck I didn’t know what to think. Nonetheless he was my only source of “powder” and after our moment together in the alley I felt strangely attracted to him. He was the first and only person I had been able to share my ordeal with Duke with.
“Hey what up girl” he asked me with a smile.
“Hello Jose.”
“You looking for more stuff?” he asked, this time without the tough street talk that I had experienced the first time we had meet him.
Fumiko - Japanese Teen and ExWhore
For those of you who have just started reading this series, it’s a story I’ve been writing off and on for a few months now. It still requires very heavy editing, so please bare with me. Also some of the formating is fucked up due to the import, so you might see some strange spacing. Part 1 is my least favorite and I might rewrite the entire section, but the story does get much better as you go on. As always, please use the star rating system and/or leave a comment to let me know what you think. ENJOY!
chapter 2. (Desires and headaches)
Fumiko, a sheltered Japanese teen, returns home after running away and spending almost a year as a whore for her pimp Duke.
(If you’ve read and enjoyed this story, please let me know what you think. It still needs to be heavily edited but I wanted to publish a draft for your enjoyment.)
I was home at least. My first week I was a mess without the heroin. That passed quickly though. After a couple of days the stomach pains were gone, and by the second week the headaches had left as well. And I was happy for that. I was happy to home with my parents and sister.
What didn’t leave however, was my constant desire for more cocaine. It’s hard to explain, but it was like a constant voice in my head telling me I needed to snort. My limbs sometimes twitched on their own, and I didn’t know why. Early on I even tried to satisfy the temptation by snorting some baby powder in my bathroom before dinner. It was horrible, my noise burned for an hour and dinner tasted like dry chalk.
It was my third week home, and thoughts of cocaine were still running around in my head. I had nightmares, dreams of sex with random men and women, and then scenes were I am covered in cocaine. I’d wake up with my noise bleeding, needing the drug.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed some coke! That night I snuck out of my parent’s house. Even though I knew that both of my parents took sleep medication and were often in bed by 8 o’clock, so that they could wake up by 4 in the morning, I was still worried. The consequences if I was caught would have severe. My father already looked at me in shame and this would have only caused both my parents even more grief. But the cravings were too much, so I took the risk. I wasn’t sure where I was going or how I was going to get any coke, I didn’t even have any money. I walked 6 blocks to the bus stop and waited another half an hour before one came, I was heading to Hollywood, I remembered some of the other girls telling me that Duke’s source was in Hollywood, and that that was the hot spot for just about anything anyone needed. The bus driver looked at me with a surprised eye. His expression asked me if I was sure I wanted to get on but I boarded anyways. With in 40 minutes I was in the heart of the city.
I walked around by myself for a few hours, I was getting concerned, I was afraid my parents had waken up to check up on me. I didn’t want them to worry anymore. Even with the headaches from needing coke, I felt secure enough with myself to be out at night alone. I had already gone through a lot, at least sexually, so i was sure if I could survive Duke, I could make it on my own downtown for a few hours.
I wasn’t sure who to ask, what to say, with Duke it was so easy, Rick would come and deliver a few bags, and we would all be set for a week, if we ever ran out, then one of the girls would just tell Duke and he’d have Rick bring us some more. Tonight was different whoever, so many faces. Who do I ask, I wondered. It would be so much easier if some one was just shouting out loud that they had some coke!
I was tired of walking so i took a moment to sit down on the sidewalk, people still careless walked by. I was 1 of a million people in Hollywood, everyone seemed amazed and no seemed to notice me. My attention finally fell on standing at the corner, every now and then some stranger would come up to him and give him five. They tried to be careful about their interaction but I noticed it was always the same causal greeting. Someone would come, slap his hand, he’d then reach into his jean pocket and shake the stranger’s hand firmly. This must be it I thought.
I was scared, but the part of me that desired cocaine didn’t care. I needed another fix, I had come all this way for this, I needed to see it through.
“Excuse me sir,” I tried to get his attention. “Excuse me.”
“Yeah, What is it,” he asked with out looking, then turned around.
“Do you have any coke?” I asked bluntly, not know how else to deal with the situation.
His expression went to part surprise, part disgusts, even his shoulders dropped and his body took a step back. I guess you can call it shock.
“This is a sting bitch? Shit, you know this shit is entrapment, essay” he said.
I was confused, I didn’t know what else to say or ask or how to deal with his reaction. “No sting,” was all I could muster.
That’s when he gave me a good look. For a few moments he just stared at me up and down. Then he finally spoke again.
“You really looking for some powder, huh.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
He started walking away and after a few steps looked back and hinted I join him. I walked double pace to catch up. About a block down he ask me, “So how much you looking for?”
I wasn’t sure; I didn’t know. A line would last me for the night maybe even a few days, but if I could take some home then I might not have to come back downtown for a week or more.
“I don’t know,” I told the dealer.
“What, think fast chica. I got what you need, but I ain’t got time for this.”
“I don’t have any money,” I leveled with him.
“What the fuck bitch? Is this a joke? Fucking jap bitch wasting my time!” He was obviously angry and started walking faster so I could not catch up.
“Wait, wait, I trade…” I screamed out to him.
He stopped again, allowing me time to catch up.
“You a strawberry?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure what he was asking but for a few lines I was willing to be anything that he wanted. “Yes, I’ll trade you me for some coke.”
That was when he started laughing, “Man you the weirdest strawberry I’ve ever seen. But you cute and I ain’t never done an Asian before. Alright, I’ll give you a line for some head.”
“How much for 3 lines?” I asked, wanting to not have to come out here again for at least a while.
“Shit, for 3 lines, I could get a train from any slut on this block. But I’ll tell you what since you’re new, this time it’ll be just me and you.”
“OK,” I jumped at the chance. I still didn’t understand half of what he was talking about, but for three lines I’d do for him any of the things I had done for Duke.
He lead me a few more blocks then into an alley, it was lit but, barely the street light over head was enough to show shadows and although I couldn’t see anyone I could hear coughs and noises of others nearby. I was somewhat afraid but my dealer seemed at ease with this place, so I decided it was safe enough.
“Well, what you waiting for, getting to work,” he commanded.
I looked down, the concrete was to dirty and hard for me to kneel on like I was use to when sucking dick, so I squatted. I unzipped him, surprisingly, I found the longest cock I had ever seen. He was even larger then Marty’s and before now Marty’s was the largest I had dealt with. I pulled out his penis already erect, it was already pulsing in my hands I knew that this would be quick. I began slowly, kissing and licking his head at first. Then I thought about all the things that Duke, Marty and the girls had told me about fucking. Even though I was free from Duke, I don’t think I became a first class whore until after I left him.
“O shit bitch, you really know what the fuck you’re doing!”
It had only been a few minutes but I knew he was ready to explode. Easy work I thought cheerfully. But he pulled himself out of my mouth. His penis still wet and glistening under the street light. He was able to keep himself from coming.
“Get BUCK NAKED,” he exclaimed.
This was to familiar, I knew what he meant from my car rides with Marty. I began to take off my clothes while the dealer leaned back against a large dumpster, he stroked himself in anticipation. Once I was fully nude that’s when he made his way back to me. With his hands he began to explore my body, one rubbing against a breast, the other trying to motivate my pussy. He even started kissing me on the lips, I couldn’t remember my first kiss and although I am sure I had touched lips with other men before, he felt like I dreamed the first should feel like. His kisses were intense, romantic; I could tell that there was a sensitive side to him.
I was so use to being just another hole to fill.Early on Duke taught me I had 3 holes that men wanted their dicks against or in, and if I wanted to be his good girl, I’d learn how to use all of them. By the time Duke brought this up, I was already an addict, and he used that to motivate me to do better. When I wasn’t with clients he’d often offer me to one of his black cronies. “Teach her a lesion,” he’d say with a grin. Duke warned me if I didn’t do as I was told or even if he associate came back without a smile, then I’d be restricted from any dope that night. My first lesson was a failure, and Duke kept his promise. Just one night being without the drugs made me feel awful and sick. I didn’t want to feel that way again. So the next time I did exactly as he wanted and eventually learned how to “work it;” fuck like the whore he thought I could.
But this boy was different,I felt his sincerity and was perhaps turned on for the first time in my life. I wanted to do even more to please him. It wasn’t much, but I began to stroke his erect cock and massage his back, which is more then I ever did for any of my regulars.
That’s when he started talking to me.
“You’ve got a little slut body don’t you,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I agreed. “Yes, I have a slut body.”
“Jose, my name is Jose. You say my name from now on. Now tell Jose how you liked to be fucked.”
“Um…” I paused, not knowing. It was always what the client or his friend or his wife or whoever wanted, it was never me. “I don’t know Jose. Anyway you want,” I finally responded.
Jose kept running his hands over my breast and took his time licking my ears and kissing my neck. This turned me on.
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Well how about from behind this time.”
“Yes from behind.”
He turned me around, leaning me against a brick wall. My legs spread for him, I was anticipating his long dick, not sure how it would feel.
Jose started rubbing my pussy again, I was hot, in heat from his fingers. I wanted to moan, but knew there were strangers in the dark and didn’t want to disturb them.
“You ready for this,” he asked.
“Yes!” I whimpered.
“Not until you tell me what a slut you are,” he began rubbing my pussy deeper.
My mind was gone. I tried to blank out like I did when I was with my clients, but I couldn’t. I had came out to Hollywood for coke, hoping to get a few lines for a quick suck, but now I was totally naked in a back ally with a stranger I found overwhelmingly sensual.
“I don’t know,” I said, not sure of anything.
“Tell me”
“I don’t know!”
“Bitch, tell me!”
“I… I‘ll… fuck, suck anyone, I fucked any for Duke, men, women, fat and old,” I exposed my past. I started to cry, dealing with my shame. In many ways it was release. Still a part of me wanted to please, I didn’t want Jose to see me crying, to think that I was unhappy with our bargain, I hid from him my tears. Finally, I confessed, needing to please him; wanting someone to control me, “I’ll fuck or suck anyone for you too, just like Duke, please just tell me what to do.” I whispered to him in a half moan.
Jose was finally satisfied with my words. He took his shaft and thrusted it into me deeply, he wasn’t gentle like the women I had been with, I guess all men are the same. He just rammed me, deeper and deeper. I felt the tip of his head pushing towards the bottom of my stomach. I tried not to moan, but his length was more then I could resist and so I started crying out. For the first time I was a man’s slut. I loved it! I enjoyed sex for the first time. I didn’t know who this man was, I knew his name was Jose and he was able to give me a dose of cocaine, but that was it.
As he took me from behind, I meet his thrust head on with my hips. There was perhaps an inch separating his climax and mine. Within 2 minutes after I started my whaling he had came, his breathing was heavy and I could feel his man juices shooting into me. His dick was still pulsating when I pulled him out and got one my knees. He had finished spilling his load inside of me, but out of habit I knew I needed to put him in my mouth to clean his shaft. As I was taught, I licked him dry, making sure his cock was sanitized, then I used my checks and breast to wipe him dry.
Jose kept good on his end of the deal and gave me 3 lines of cocaine.
“You know where I’ll be at if you need more,” he told me then left.
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