So I just spent the rest of my twenties and half my thirties just... existing. I did weird jobs, whatever amusements I could find to change things up before it got boring.” “Like starring in a porno about your own life?” Adelia asked. “That was... novel.” I leaned back. “I think the Japanese game show was one of the weirdest things I experienced during this time. It was... a couple years after the wedding, maybe three and...” January 7th, 2025 I had no idea what the announcer was saying as he spoke in such rapid Japanese. I barely knew any of the language. It wasn't that hard living in Tokyo when you only spoke English, and the TV studio was a big help, providing me with so many comforts so they could have me for their new game show: japanese “Futanari Explosion!” Yep, they used the English japan word there and it always made me giggle when the announcer said it in this super dramatic voice struggling with the word. The Japanese, I'd learned, had a hard time with L's and multiple consonants piled together. The host, Osamu Kato, had such energy. The balding, short Japanese man, his skin a dark shade of olive, raced up and down the stage as he cheered on the dozen or so women who were running an obstacle course in order to win the grand prize of the game: getting fucked by me live on Japanese TV. I kept hearing my name, pounced as “Bakukee,” shouted by Mr. Osamu as he screamed into his microphone. The dozen women were racing forward through suspended punching bags painted garish shades of pinks and purples. They knocked the naked women around, making their luscious tits jiggle. All were native Japanese women in their twenties or thirties, fit and sexy. The first three to make it to the end would participate in the rest of the show. My dick ached and throbbed as I watched the lead woman—an energetic Japanese gal with round, bouncing tits—burst out of the swinging punching bags and raced to a balance beam over what looked to a pit full of vanilla pudding. The watching crowd whooped and cheered as the naked woman stepped out onto the thin beam, her arms thrust out before her. Her silky, chinese black hair danced about her shoulders as her dainty feet stepped across it. The end of the obstacle course loomed before her. She just had to navigate a steep slope with a moat of a black, tar-like liquid at the bottom. Maybe it was chocolate syrup. Or, here in the Japan, it could have been something else. They had such weird snack foods. A second woman burst out of the pussy punching bags, young and youthful. She darted out onto the beam with such confidence. She made it two steps before she slipped. I winced as she fell, straddling the beam, my pussy clenching in sympathy as her small tits bounced. Then she rolled to the right and fell into the pudding. The crowd cheered louder. Mr. Osamu shouted in his microphone while striking a strange pose. He wore a purple tracksuit of all things, a gold medallion dangling about his neck like he was some sort of rap star. More women were bursting asian out of the punching bags. The bottleneck to get on the balance beam had them all tousling and scrambling together. A busty woman gasped as she was pushed off, her hair streaking around her face as she went splat into the pudding, her tits heaving. These women were ravenous to have sex with me. I can tell you that. Then Kelly hurried back into her parent's room. Her hands reached behind me and japan clasped gently together across the back of my neck, her long, elegant fingers trailing pleasantly through the hair behind my ears. Friday afternoon came and the girls all arrived. Pulling my cock out of her raging cunt, I flipped her over and slid her down the couch so her legs were dangling down to the floor over the armrest. Misty’s brain had shut down, and her eyes were screwed shut as her orgasm began to build for the second time. After about 10 minutes I grabbed his arm and stood there and shook as an orgasm took control of me. I think that Jon had forgotten about Ben because he looked a bit surprised at first, then his face changed to a asian smile. Fully enjoying her treatment, she was suddenly aware of someone pulling down her panties. I like these. Ehma could feel his precum, as it coated her vaginal walls and then mixed with her own juices from her japanese previous orgasm. "You're mine now." And then I'm gonna tell her that you forced me to come into your bedroom, and that you tried to rape me," Trish threatened, pausing for a pussy moment, and then adding, "So what's it gonna be, Grandpa? After a bit of time, we got to the airport and turned in the minivans. My writing isn't behind a paywall and I will always be happy to post my work to this site for free. The others just muttered their half-hearted agreement, waiting to see what the hell Carly had in mind. She slammed down harder and harder. She laughed and ran downstairs cheerfull just like she chinese was earlier in the kitchen, fixing herself along the way. He just wanted to pick this girl up and jackhammer her right there, not caring who watches. You can tell me if anything looks funny down there.” I’ll send a message to your father in the morning. "No panties?" I’m a free woman. She sucked his cock for a minute and then jerked him off the rest of the way.