ShoFu

[VictimEyes]

Teaser: - Today, I AM YOUR penis worshipping blowjob vixen.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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ShoFu
by VictimEyes

My YaKuZa overseers slowly and casually escorted me to the hotel room where a client known only (to me) as 'Master' awaited my arrival. This was my fifth time serving him and I had grown confident that I knew his mind, that is, I knew how to best please him.
Despite his finding great pleasure in the subjugation and humiliation of me, I still invariably regarded him as my favorite client. He would often smile warmly and speak in a soft and familiar tone as though he cherished our time together. I think, that on some level, he genuinely did. More importantly, he deeply respected invisible boundaries and undocumented, unspoken rules.

He had earned my trust.

Indescribably, it was just so different and so much more comfortable with Master.

He respected ME.
He appreciated ME.

I worshipped him because he did.

The third time I served him, he urinated into my mouth before masturbating into it and I still came away from the experience feeling like I am loved.
By comparison, my other clients are mostly immature younger men, often tourists, who just want to fuck a blonde hair, suburban born, American white woman.

The overseer on my left inserted his card into the slot on the mechanism, unlocking the door with a loud click. He opened the door and I took a single step inward, aware that I am being observed.
"We will retrieve you here afterward" said the other of my two nameless overseers as the door closed secure behind me. Master, a handsome older Japanese man, maybe in his 50's, slender in build and about my height (if I wore heels) sat comfortably in a chair at the far end of the room.
I strutted, slowly and seductively across the room, never breaking eye contact with him before coming to a stop directly in front of him. His smile widened as I began speaking
"Greetings, Master, How may I serve you today?"
"Ah....And greetings to you, my pet. It is so good to see you."

I stood perfectly still and silent as he surveyed me, both of us smiling devilishly. Intuitively, I had worn my tight charcoal black dress, ankle strap 4 inch heel shoes and a subtle perfume.

"Well, my pet, first, we drink our Kuheiji."

He smiled again, gesturing to me with his hands to take one of the two glasses he had poured from a side table.

"Thank you, Master."

We clinked and we drank. The potent liquor warmed and relaxed me quite rapidly. I bent over forward, arching my back, situating my cleavage prominently in his field of vision and muttered "Mmm...intoxicating." as I returned my empty glass to the table. I then re-erected myself, standing in front of him, but closer. After a pause, he spoke again

"My pet.....go into the bathroom. There you will find a robe. Return to me wearing IT and absolutely nothing else."

I curtsied whimsically, responding "Yes, Master." and turned toward the bathroom. I walked with a slight deliberate hip swing, hoping that he was watching me walk. I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me, finding the robe hanging from a hook on the back of the door.
I undressed, hung my clothes and donned the robe without inspecting it. To my unexpected delight, the luxurious pleasure of the finest silk caressing my skin quickened me and I turned toward the mirror. The robe and it's sash had been brilliantly hand made by a supremely skilled artisan from the purest white silk and delicate lace. I found myself lost in the mirror, though only for a moment, stunned by the robe's supple embrace and exquisite beauty.
I collected myself and returned to him. He had placed warm, soft, plush cushioning on the cold hardwood floor in front of his chair while I was in the bathroom.

"Do you like the robe?"
"Yes, very much so. It is astoundingly beautiful."
"It is YOURS. I want you to wear it ONLY when you are with ME."
"Oh thank you, Master. I love it."

He poured two more glasses. Again we clinked and again we drank. Again, I presented my cleavage as I placed my empty glass on the table before returning to the bed I'd been sitting on.

He inhaled deeply and rose proudly to his feet.

Somehow, his eyes commanded me to stand and go to him without ever speaking a single word. Inexplicably, I obeyed him without ever making the conscious decision to do so. It was then that I accepted that he has truly conquered me. There I stood, separated from him by a small cushion on the floor, gazing into his hypnotic eyes.

I did not mutter a word. I made no sound of any kind.

I spoke to him only through the devotion and adoration in my own eyes as I untied my sash and took the edges of the robe in my hands. I opened my robe, sliding my hands in a slow, serpentine motion, outward and upward, first baring my torso, then baring my breasts as he looked on.

I needed no further guidance. My eyes never broke their connection with his as I slowly descended to my knees in an act of genuflection to the feet of this man that my mind has now deified. I settled into the kneel of a servant, humble before her sovereign master, my hands interlocked as though praying to him;
Praying that he may know that I want only to make love to his penis with my mouth and lips and tongue and heart and soul;
Praying that my mouth will be the most decadent pleasure he has ever known;
Praying that he may see that at this moment, his pleasure defines my very existence.
The mist of tears formed in the backs of my eyes as I looked up at him, silently begging him for his dick, silently begging for the opportunity to please him like no woman ever has before or ever would again.

At a torturously slow rate, he unbuckled and parted his belt, unbuttoned his waistband, unzipped his fly and pushed his pants and underwear down over his thighs. His loosed, erected penis jutted outward from his crotch, beckoning me.

I leaned forward into him, my hands remaining interlocked, bringing my forehead to contact with the tip of his penis. I tilted and pivoted my head and neck, traversing the tip down my forehead, down the bridge of my nose, down my nose and then to my salivated mouth. I moaned "mmm" as I pliantly slid my lips over the tip and began drawing the shaft into my mouth incrementally, lubricating him until my chin nested in his scrotum.
I began cycling back and forth on him, applying gentle suction, again and again, many, many times, bringing his corona to rest on the back of my lips on the outward stroke and bringing his scrotum to rest on my chin on the forward stroke. I whimpered "mmm" as I continued fellating him. I began sporadically, playfully tongue-flicking the tip of his dick at the end of an outward stroke, never allowing it to escape my mouth. I moaned "mmm" as I continued fellating him, never biting him.
Indefatigably, I cycled back and forth on him, diligently and thoroughly, over and over.

I had begun fellating at an increasingly quicker pace for just a moment when the muscles in his body tensed, his knuckles turned white as they grasped his pants and he moaned audibly.

I sucked his dick deep into my mouth, stretching his scrotum on my lips and chin. He groaned loudly and ejaculated a powerful burst of semen down my throat. His penis twitched and throbbed as he evacuated his prostate into me.

I lovingly retained his penis in my mouth.

He is master. I am servant.
I am done sucking his dick when he decides I am done sucking his dick.
He left it in my mouth until he caught his breath, his heartbeat slowed, he de-erected and softened before he withdrew and corrected his pants.
He looked downward and our eyes met again. I gratefully cooed "Thank you, Master."

He smiled and offered me his hands. I separated my own hands and placed them in his and he gently helped me rise from my knees and stand. I closed and secured my robe as he poured two more glasses. We clinked and we drank one final time before he took my hand in his, kissed it, saying "Until next time, my pet" and then turned away and exited the room.


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- I know I neglected to mention it in the past, but of course, feedback is welcome and appreciated -

[RapeU]

I think this story can be expanded further if you wanted it to be. The Yakuza are a particularly nasty crime syndicate. This implies that the girl isn't exactly there willingly, especially since she's American. She was probably kidnapped and brainwashed to becoming a sex slave.

[SoftGameHunter]

It could be that this Yakuza boss wants to enjoy buying the finest things his ill gotten gains can provide, and an exquisitely trained and appealing western girl is the height of prestige. He may have correctly determined the he has total mastery over this otherwise elusive creature.

But yeah, plenty of options here.

[VictimEyes]

First and foremost, Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate!!!!!

- Thank you for your feedback; I appreciate the effort.

However, I didn't write this intending it to be "The Godfather" - I just wanted to give a really good blowjob to a really good guy (you guys know who you are) and I desperately hope that there is place for that at the Ravishment Academy.

[SoftGameHunter]

You mean you don't aim for a Pulitzer with every word you write? Amateur! Poser! We cast thee out! Just kidding. It was a pleasant vignette that painted a picture.

[Shocker]

I think this story is a very lovely vignette out of your protagonists richer life. For me personally it is a wonderful story and I like that we don't have all parts to the puzzle. Yet my mind immediately starts pondering those lose threads.
- How did she come to be into this position, being handled by the Yakuza
- the Master has used her before in a less dignified fashion, putting this encounter in stark contrast.

If I have to think so hard on a story it means, you have managed fully drawing me in and engaging my mind, beyond what you have written on the page. This story is excellent, and I congratulate you to the conciseness of your storytelling.