Miss Jenny from Ohio

Day 3

I woke up feeling groggy and cold. It was still a little dark outside, and the blanket I’d covered myself with was missing. As I sat up to look for it I was blinded by a sudden light. I shielded my eyes, but I couldn’t make out anything.

“You speak Japanese?” said a gruff male voice.

“Yes, I do. Who are you?”

“I’m the gardener. Who are you and why are you in my shed?”

“I’m Jenny. I’m Ayako’s friend. I fell asleep here. Sorry.”

“You’re in girl’s stuff but you have a cock.”

“Yes, I’m a girl with a cock.”

“Oh. Where’s your dress.”

“I didn’t bring it with me. I only have a wrap.”

“Well, you’d better go.”

“What’s the time?”

“5.30”

“OK, thanks. Bye.”

I put my wrap on, stepped into my heels, opened the door, hurried back to the house, and ran softly upstairs to my room. I did a quick de-make and cleanse, took off all my gear, pulled on a baby doll and crawled under the bedclothes. I’d thought the gardener might try something with me, and then I started wondering why he hadn’t.

Ayako was in on the dot of 6.

“Hi Jenny, time to get you ready! How was last night? I hope you made the men happy!”

I smiled. “They didn’t complain at all.”

“Good! Someone left a package for you at the front door a few minutes ago.”

“Oh, it’s from my gangster friends. Clothes for tonight at the bar. I’ll go through it later.”

“Remember to be careful with them.”

“I will be, don’t worry!”

“OK. If you’re going out tonight we can stay in today. The men will be away and it’ll be just you and me. Oh, and the gardener. I forgot to tell you he was coming. He usually gets here pretty early and sometimes brings his son.”

“That sounds good. Do you have a top I can match with my shorts? Maybe pink or something?”

“Sure, I’ll get a couple when you’re made up.”

She finished fixing me up and while she was gone I pulled on a black bra and panties and was just squeezing into my shorts when she came back.”

“You know, you look more like a girl than I do. It’s not fair!”

“But you have stuff I don’t, so we’re even!”

She’d brought a red and a pink top. The red was plain but the pink was off both shoulders and tight-fitting, so I went with that. I pulled it on and checked myself out in the mirror. Nice long legs on show, tight top, not bad at all.

“Can I have your butt?” asked Ayako.

“Everyone wants my butt!” I shot back.

“Yes, but the difference is they get to have it!”

We went down for breakfast. The men had already left, so we just had coffee and toast. While we were eating Ayako waved out the window.

“The gardener’s here. I’ll take you out to meet him when we’re finished.”

This should be interesting, I thought to myself as we tidied the dishes. I slipped into my white heels as we went out to do the pleasantries.

“Hiro-san, this is Jenny. Jenny, meet Hiro-san, our gardener. He’s been with us for a long time.”

“Hell.”

“Hello.”

No hint of recognition.

“I’m going to trim the trees today, but it’s too much for me on my own so I’ve called two of the staff to take care of it instead. I’ll be back later, and they should be here in an hour or so.”

“That’s fine”, said Ayako, and we went back inside.

“Want to see your package?”

“You bet!”

It was fairly big and a little heavy, so we decided to open it downstairs.

“Wow!”

Three evening dresses, all low-cut and two slit all the way up to the waist, two bodycon minidresses (one hot pink, the other purple), two pairs of strappy sandals and one pair of black heels, four full sets of lingerie , (two back and two white), two sets of breast forms (these guys were thorough!), loads of custom jewelry and accessories, three long wigs (blond, brown, and black) and two bob wigs (black and blond), a couple of branded handbags and three clutch bags…and…a full girls’ high school uniform, blazer, blouse, ribbon skirt, white underwear, loafers, socks, and schoolbag.

“Where did they get all this?”

“It probably only took one phone call. They can get most anything they want.”

“And why the school uniform?”

“Who knows, but everyone wants to be a schoolgirl, right?”

“Yes! And I want to try it on now!”

“Now??”

“Why not?”, and I started undressing.

“Unwrap it for me, will you. I might need some help.”

Ayako took the clothing out piece by piece.

“Want me to wait outside?”

“No, you’ve seen me riding granddad’s cock, so I think we’re good!”
I slipped on the regulation white panties and training bra. Then the knee-length white socks, followed by the white shirt. Next was the skirt, a brown-pink pleat that must have been quite a bit shorter than regulations allowed. It fitted perfectly. Ayako fastened the pink ribbon under my collar, I slipped the blazer on, and I was done.

“You look amazing! Go look in the mirror!”

I did, and she was right. I was a Japanese schoolgirl, and I was hot!

“But I’m blonde Ayako, help!!!”

“Maybe we can do something with the black wig.”

She removed it from its bag, shook it out, tucked my hair into the wig cap, and fitted the wig on my head. After a little adjusting and combing, she clipped it in place.

“OK Miss Jenny, how is that?”

It was perfect! She'd given me a schoolgirl fringe just above my eyes, and the hair fell evenly on both shoulders.

“I am NOT taking this off today! I love it!”

“You do look pretty cute, I have to admit.”

“Hello, anyone there? We’re from the gardener’s. Anyone there?”

“Well Jenny?” Ayako arched her eyebrows at me. “Go say hello!”

I went downstairs to the entrance to find two young men waiting. They were dressed as workers: towels tied around their heads, undershirts and work jackets, and jodhpur-type trousers that tucked into long black tabi work socks. Both were unshaven and held their caps in their hands. I guessed they were in their early 20s.

You could see they weren’t expecting a high school girl, let alone foreign one.

“Ah, do you speak Japanese?”

“Yes! I’m Jenny, from Ohio! Ayako, can you come down please?”

I stood waiting for Ayako, head down, hands together in front of me and one leg crossed behind the other. I knew they were looking me over.

“Hello gentlemen! Welcome!” said Ayako. “I see you’ve met Jenny. She’s from America and she’s staying with us for a while.”

“”Is she going to the local school? What year?”

“No, I just brought my uniform with me from Tokyo. I’m 17 and I’m in third year senior high!” I spurted out before Ayako could say anything.

“Wow, you look a bit older.”

“That’s because I’m foreign!””

“Hmm, makes sense.”

“All right gentlemen. Let’s go and look at the garden. I want to check that you’ve been given the right instructions. You want to come, Jenny?”

“Sure, I’ll just get my shoes.”

I flouncedup the stairs, hoping they are watching, and come back with my shiny black loafers.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, let’s go!”

We walk around the garden, and because Ayako is talking mainly to one guy the other one drops back next to me.

“Jenny, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Been in Japan long?”

“About a year.”

“Like it?”

“I love it!”

“Great, great. Got a boyfriend?”

“I had one sort of, in Tokyo but he dumped me.”

“Geez, who’d dump a hottie like you!”

“Thanks, that’s kind.”

“No, seriously. We both think you’re really hot!”

I look at him dove-eyed and put my head down.

“Oi, let’s get to work!”

“Sorry, I have to get started. Will you be out in the garden today?”

“I think so. I want to look at some of the flowers.”

“Great, great.”

 

Ayako and I walk back to the house.

“What were you talking about?”

“They both think I’m hot.”

“A 17-year-old girl in school uniform? I bet they do!”

 

After about an hour inside I decide to go out to the garden. I take my blazer off first and hike my skirt a little bit higher.

I see the two men in the front corner, both on ladders and carefully trimming branches.

“Hello!” I wave cheerfully and they wave back. I know they’ll keep looking, so I bend over a flower bed to give them a view of my panties. Then I straighten up and saunter around a bit more. I don’t look at them again, but I circle closer and closer to the tree and bend over a few more times on the way. I know I have their attention so I stand up, stretch slowly, and turn around to face them.

“Wow, you look really hot up there. Can I get you a cool drink?”

“That would be great, thanks.”

In a few minutes I come back with a tray, three drinks, and some snacks.

“Here you are. Why don’t we sit on the bench around the back in the shade? No-one can see us there, so you won’t get into trouble!”

“Good idea.”

“I’ll sit the tray on my lap, and you can sit either side of me and help yourselves.” I pass the tray to the man who’d been talking to me earlier. “Can you hold it for a moment?”

I place my legs together, bend my knees, pat my skirt behind me and sit down just like a good schoolgirl should.

“OK, thanks.” He hands it back, and our fingers touch for just a moment longer than they should.

“How do you like school?”

“It’s pretty good.”

“Why are you in uniform if you’re not at school?”

“We don’t have uniforms like this in America and I love it so much that I just want to wear it all the time!”

“Our good luck!”

“Yep, you look really good in it. And you’ve got great legs!”

“You don’t think the skirt’s too short?”

“With legs like that? No way!”

“What happened with your boyfriend?”

“Oh, he sort of dumped me.”

“What a jerk! I’d date you any time!”

“Me too!”

“Well, actually...I…no, it doesn’t matter.”

“No, come on, tell us.”

“Well, he was older than me.”

They look at each other.

“How old?”

“26”

“Shit! What happened?”

“Well it’s sort of embarrassing.”

“You can tell us, it’s OK.”

“Well, I shouldn’t really because I don’t know what you’ll think of me, but I wouldn’t let him have sex with me and he got sick of just having blowjobs.”

“Jeez, I don’t think I’d ever get tired of you sucking my cock!”

“Me either! I’m getting hard just thinking about it!”

“Really?”

“Here, I’ll show you.” The guy I’d talked to first took my hand and put it on his crotch. Rock-hard. I squeeze it gently. The other guy takes my other hand and puts it on his crotch. Repeat the above.

“You like giving blowjobs Jenny?”

I nod.

“You wanna suck us?”

I smile at them, stand up, pass the tray to the second guy, squat down between the first guy’s legs, undo his trousers, pull his cock out of his underwear and start slurping on him.

”Fuck that’s good! Don’t stop!”

I take his shaft more firmly between my lips and move regularly up and down until he shoots. I swallow, smile at him, stand up and move to the other guy. He’s already got his cock out and is stroking, so I take over for him.

“No, in your mouth! In your mouth!”

In it went. I knew I had to be quick with all this, so I sucked at high speed and he came in no time. I swallowed his jizz and smiled.

“You’d better get back to work or Ayako will be out here.”

They quickly zip up, mutter a few rushed words of thanks, and head back around the front. I reset my hair, smooth my shirt and skirt, pick up the tray, and go after them.

“I hope that break kept you happy! Let me know if you need anything else!”

“Thanks Jenny, see you later?”

”Probably!”

Ayako was in the living room reading.

“I just took the men a snack. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, that’s fine. Did they like it.”

“They seemed to.”

“Good.”

I washed the glasses out, went upstairs and, being careful not to stain my uniform, jerked off on my bedding.

“Jenny, lunchtime. Come down! The gardener’s back and they’re all eating here!”

I must have gone to sleep after jerking off. I get up hurriedly, tidy myself up, do a quick check in the mirror, and head downstairs. The kitchen table is full. My two cock men are grinning at me, the gardener is there, and so is a boy I didn’t know.

“Jenny, this is the gardener’s son, Kenta. He’s 18 and he goes to the local senior high. His father’s just picked him up from a study session.”

He was pretty big for his age, fairly plump, and he had a buzzcut. He was wearing his school uniform, and he looked a bit mean.

“Hi Kenta, I’m Jenny.”

He muttered what I took to be a greeting.

“You can sit there, next to him. Don’t worry, I’ll serve.”

I said OK and took my seat, Kenta on my right and one of the two young gardener guys on my left.

The gardener guy smiled at me.

“Hi Jenny, thanks for the treat!”

“Not at all, my pleasure!”

The gardener looked puzzled.

“Oh, I just took them some snacks and a drink because they looked so hot.”

Lunch was uneventful except for the gardener guy stroking my thigh every now and then, and when we’d finished they all went back to work. I was still sitting next to Kenta.

“Do you like school?”

“Not really, all the subjects are boring.”

“Any hobbies?”

“I like making videos.”

“What sort?”

“Oh, different stuff”, and he leered a bit.

“Jenny, why don’t you take Kenta upstairs until the men finish work.”

“Come on, let’s go”, I said and started up the stairs. He followed me up and we went into my room. Fortunately I’d tidied all the clothes away, but there was nothing else there.

“Is this your room? There’s not much here.”

“I just moved here, that’s why.”

“Got any comics?”

“No, sorry.”

”Jenny, you there?”

It was one of the gardener guys calling.

“I need to use the bathroom and Ayako said to come upstairs. Can you show me where it is?”

“Yes, coming.”

“Back in a minute Kenta.”

“OK.”

I went into the corridor and he grabbed me by the arm.

“I really need you to suck me again” he whispered.

“Ssh, Kenta’s in there.”

“Don’t worry. Come on, where's the bathroom?”

I lead him down the corridor and into the bathroom and shut the door behind us.

He whips his cock out, and I kneel down and start eating it.

He moans.

“Oh Jenny, fuck that’s good Jenny, that’s so good. Geez, I’m going to come, I’m going to come.”

And he shoots into my mouth.

“Thanks. Sorry, but I really have to go back now.” He zipped himself up and rushed off.

I swallowed his load, took a couple of minutes to tidy myself up, and headed back to the room.

Kenta had been looking in the cupboard, and he had pulled out the purple bodycon dress.

“Wow, you have some really sexy stuff.”

“You shouldn’t be looking…”

He leered at me. “Oh Jenny, fuck that’s good Jenny, Geez, I’m going to come.”

“You were sucking Kenzo’s cock in the bathroom. I was outside the door listening, and if I tell my dad he’ll get in trouble.”

I remembered my early-morning encounter with dad. He seemed pretty formidable.

“Why would you do that?”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to…”

He stood up, came toward me and tried to take my skirt off. I couldn’t have him find my cock, so I pushed him away.

“What if suck you too, just like I did Kenzo?”

I pressed myself to him and felt his crotch.

“Have you had your cock sucked before?”

“No.”

I undid his school pants, lowered them to his ankles, and softly stroked the hard-on that was growing in his white underpants before I slipped them down as well.

And there was his 18-year-old cock in all its glory, arching up and dripping precum. I knew he’d shoot in no time, so I gave him a few short sharp sucks and sure enough he came almost straight away. The load was huge.

He’d been very quiet while I was working on him, and when I looked up I saw he had his phone pointed at me.

“Have you been…”

“Yes, the whole thing”. He grinned.

“Give me that…” and I lunged at him, but he stepped back and smiled.

“You really think you can get this from me?”

I knew I couldn’t, but he didn’t know I was blond under my wig, so maybe things weren’t as bad as they looked.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Don’t know yet…maybe send it to some friends.”

“You wouldn’t…” But I knew he probably would.

“Kenta, can you come down please? Your dad wants you to help with some stuff in the shed.”

It was Ayako calling. He pulled up his underpants, fastened his trousers and left, but he came back, stuck his head in the door and whispered: “Oh Jenny, fuck that’s good Jenny, Geez, I’m going to come.”

I fixed my skirt, redid my lipstick and went downstairs to get a drink and compose myself.

Ayako was in the kitchen.

“Kenta looked happy when he came down.”

“I was teaching him some English dirty words.”

“Ha, everyone wants to learn those first!”

We sat chatting for about half an hour when there was a noise at the entrance.

“Excuse me Miss Ayako. We’re finished now but Hiro-san has some things to do in the shed so I’ll come back for him in half an hour or so.”

It was Kenzo, the other guy, and Kenta.

“Great to meet you Jenny!” said Kenzo. The other guy smiled and waved and Kenta said “I had fun with you Jenny. See you soon!”

And off they went. I wondered what the gardener could have to do in the shed, and then I thought about the lube I’d used last night. It must still be there, so I stepped into my black loafers and went outside. I planned to sneak into the shed and get it when he was somewhere else.

The shed door was shut, so I crept up and listened for any noise. I waited a minute or so and everything was quiet, so I went inside and shut the door behind me. There was enough light to see by, and it didn’t take me long to find the lube. That was easy, I thought, but when I opened the door to leave the gardener was right in front of me.

“Hmm. I wasn’t going to bother with it, but as you’re here let’s have a little chat.”

He motioned me back inside, closed the door, walked past me, and sat down. I moved toward the other chair.

“No Jenny, stay standing please.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what this was about…maybe our encounter this morning.

“Is anything the matter?”

“Well, when Kenta came outside he was quite upset and said you’d tried to seduce him. He said you offered to suck his penis. He also said he heard Kenzo telling Toshi that you’d asked to suck his penis as well.”

The sneaky, lying little bastard.

“No, no, it wasn’t like that at all, it’s just a misunderstanding.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve read about foreign men who want to be women like you, and when I saw you dressed the way you were this morning I knew you were one of them. I don’t know why you’re here or what you’re doing here, and it’s none of my business. You’re very pretty, and if I hadn’t seen you almost naked I’d have thought you were a girl. Do Kenta and my men know you’re a boy?”

“No, I was careful.”

“Good. Now put the lube on the floor.”

I did.

“Take off your blouse and skirt.”

That was unexpected, but I did, and I stood there in my black loafers, white socks, white panties and training bra, and pink ribbon. I couldn’t stop my hard-on.

“See, you’re getting excited. I knew you were like that.”

He stood up and started undressing, item by item until, he was naked. He was tanned and stocky, and his cock and balls were a mass of black hair.

He took his cock in his hand and started stroking it. I was getting even harder.

“You’re just like those sluts I’ve read about, aren’t you. Look at your cock. Your panties can barely keep it in.”

He walked over to me, pulled them down roughly, and my cock sprang out.

“Pass me the lube and turn around and bend over.”

I knew what was coming. He didn’t bother with any niceties but simply barreled deep inside me.

I winced “Ouch!”

“Come on, you like that don’t you. How many cocks have you had inside you. Come on, tell me!”

“I…I…don’t know.”

“I’ll bet you don’t!”

And he ploughed on, pulling my arms behind me to get better traction. I knew I was going to come, and I did just when he did.

“Look at you, so get excited you don’t even need to touch yourself. Now clean yourself up and go back to whatever it is you do in that house.”

He pulled out of me, got dressed, and went outside.

There was an old cloth in the corner so I used it to clean myself. I pulled my panties back on, then the blouse and skirt, but I didn’t have a mirror. I knew my makeup was OK but I couldn’t do much with my hair other than straighten it out with my fingers. I hoped I didn’t look too bad.

Kenzo was just pulling up when I got to the front entrance, but Hiro-san got straight in and they drove off.

“Where were you?” asked Ayako.

“Just in the shed. I left something there earlier.”

I showed her the tube of lube and she smiled.

“Good thing the gardener didn’t find it!”

I went upstairs, took my uniform and wig off, and collapsed naked on my bedding. I had the night at the bar ahead of me and I needed my beauty sleep.

I woke to someone tapping my shoulder. It was Ayako.

“Wake up sleeping beauty, you need to get those lovely buttocks out of bed.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 6, and the car is coming at 9.”

“Shit!”

“Don’t worry, the men won’t be home until after 10, so I have time to help get you ready, but go and have a shower first, and make sure you cleanse properly. We need to give you a five-star look tonight!”

I slipped into a pair of black panties and went to the bathroom.

When I got back Akiyo has laid out the deep red evening dress gown with the side slits and the purple bodycon that Kenta had ogled.

“You need to show off those lovely legs, Jenny. Which one is it to be?”

“The bodycon, it’s a real man magnet.”

“OK. You’ve got a really feminine figure and your butt is big enough, so we don’t need to shape you. How about just a thong and a strapless bra with the breast forms to give you some bust? And the long blond wig. And maybe the gold sandals to slim your legs even more. You’ve still got the pink toenail polish, and I’ve got some long pink tips for your hands. There’s a decent-sized matching clutch bag too that should hold your makeup and everything else you’ll need. We’ll do the nails and accessories right at the end.”

“Wow, you’ve thought about this!”

“I have, and I also have your makeup look worked out!”

“What is it?”

“Not telling, wait and see!”

I put all the underwear on (the panties were tight enough for me to tuck my cock away and keep a smooth line), sat down on the chair she’d brought in, and a little over an hour later she said “Done!”

“Can I see?”

“Not yet, we need to get you dressed and wigged up first!”

I squeezed into the dress and sat back down while she fitted and adjusted the wig.

“Wanna see?”

“You bet!”

I stood up and looked in the mirror. The dress was clingy and sexy and as short as was decently possible, the breast forms were perfect, and I loved the dead-straight blond look. But the makeup! The makeup was amazing. Thick mascara on large fake lashes and a sultry smoky-eye look with shimmery shadow, my cheekbones perfectly highlighted, the contouring great, the blush just right, and the lips fantastic. She’d used a matte red lipstick to enlarge them and had added just the right amount of gloss: not too vulgar, but also just enough to hint at sluttiness.

“I love it Ayako! I love it! Thankyou thankyouthankyou!”

She smiled. “I thought you would. Now lets get your accessories on and then we’ll do your nails.”

We settled for a gold chain necklace, long gold pendant earrings, two simple but great-looking gold bangles, a few rings, and an ankle bracelet. Then she glued on my nail tips and we were all but done.”

“Here, borrow my Dior perfume for the night.”

I put it on, picked up the clutch bag, and put the perfume in, together with all the makeup and brushes I’d need during the evening.

“I’ll get a rug so you can try the shoes on in here.”

They were just right: I was used to high heels, and the simple bar across the toes and a strap around the ankle looked really elegant. I asked Ayako to put the ankle bracelet on for me.

“What’s the time?”

“8:30”

“Do you think we could have some of uncle’s scotch before I go?”

We had a glass, then two, then a third, and I was starting to enjoy the buzz when we saw headlights in the driveway.

“The car’s here, I have to get my shoes on!”

Ayako helped me down to where it had stopped. It was the same Mercedes that I’d been in before.

Takashi got out to open the rear door, stopped, looked me over from top to toe, and let out a low whistle.

“Damn Jenny, you’re a real killer! I almost didn’t recognize you!”

“Hello Miss Ayako.”

“Hi Takashi.”

“Don’t worry. She’ll be fine with us, and we’ll bring her back, but it could be very late.”

“Thanks, I know you’ll look after her!”

I slumped down into the back seat, put my clutch beside me, stretched out my arms, and crossed my legs.

“You like?”

“Oh, you have no idea…By the way, there’s a little packet in the seat pocket. It’s for you.”

I reached in and found it. There were four small tablets inside.

“Don’t worry, they’re natural uppers, completely legal.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I use them myself, no problem. Take a couple now. They should kick in by the time we get there.”

I swallowed a couple, sat back while we drove, and before long everything gradually started to get sharper, sort of hyper-real. I was aware of all my body, the purple dress looked super-purple, the gold bracelets glistened more brightly, my lips felt huge, and I felt sexier than ever before.

“OK Jenny. We’re here.”

I really had no idea where “here” was, and as I moved across the seat toward the door the door seemed to come flying toward me. I grabbed onto the handle.

“Takashi, can you help me out?”

He came around to the side, opened the door, and offered me his hand.

“You OK?”

I took a couple of breaths, and things settled down a little.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Come with me.”

He kept hold of my hand as we walked, and I felt every step, every movement, every sway of my hips, as I’d never felt it before.

“Takashi, I want you to fuck me again. I really enjoyed it.” Why did I say that?

“Sure Jenny, but not tonight.”

We came to a door with a sign that said “Private”. Takashi knocked, a little window opened, and then the door opened as well. This must be the private bar, I thought, but it looked like a really quiet spot: a few couples at the counter, a couple of staff, and two small groups drinking at tables.

“Is this it?”

“No, it’s through that door, but let’s have a drink here first.”

Somehow a drink sounded like a really good idea.

“Yes, I need a fuck…I mean a drink.”

Takashi smiled, guided me to the counter, and sat me on a stool. Everything was super-clear but in slow motion.

“Give her the special, I’ll have scotch.”

“What’s the special?”

“A special drink for a very special girl.”

“I love it!!”

Takashi downed his scotch in a gulp and stood up.

“I have to go. You enjoy your drink, and someone from inside will come to get you in a little while.”

I pouted and gulped at my drink through the straw. It was delicious and I felt really thirsty so I finished the whole thing. My universe seemed to change almost instantly. I still had my hyper-awareness, but I couldn’t decide what to do. I needed someone to decide for me. I looked at the bartender.

“Do you think I should have another drink?”

He smiled. “Probably not, but..”

Then his phone rang.

“From inside, you’re going to have to wait about 30 minutes.”

“Why?”

“Because they say so.”

“That’s boring. Can’t I have another of those drinks?”

“Just a small one then.”

“OK.”

He mixed it and I downed it.

“I’m bored again.”

“Well, if you really want to do something…see that man at the end of the counter? He’s one of our best customers. Why don’t you take him into the toilet and suck him off?”

Suddenly that sounded like the best idea in the world. I got up, walked slowly down to where he was sitting, put my hand on his thigh and said: “Hi, I’m Jenny from Ohio and I’d really, really like to suck your cock. Let’s go into the toilet.”

The man looked at the bartender, who nodded.

“Let’s go.”

I took his hand and pulled him into the rest room. He started to unfasten his trousers but I knew I needed to get him in my mouth more than anything else so I took over. I squatted I front of him, and his trousers and shorts were down and he was in my mouth in no time. I could feel everything about his cock with my lips and tongue: the little ridges, the blood vessels, where the skin folds, the exact shape of his tip, and for the first time I realized I could deepthroat. His cock was part of my mouth, it belonged there, and I didn’t want to let it go. Then I felt it shudder and I knew he was coming. I felt the jizz move up through the shaft, into the tip, and out into my mouth. I felt it against my throat, between my teeth, on my gums. I felt it flood my mouth and I knew I’d done the right thing. He tapped me on the shoulder.

“Miss, that was great, thank you. I should get back now.”

I reluctantly released my hold on him, he withdrew, and I swallowed.

As I stood up he pointed to my mouth.

“You need to fix your lips.”

And now that was the most important thing to do. I spent a long time redrawing them and applying the gloss, and returned to the bar.

“I was a good girl. Do I get another drink?”

“You can have the other half, and then you have to do one more thing for me before you go inside. OK?”

“OK!!”

I downed the glass.

“What do you want me to do now?”
“See that door?”

“Yes.”
“That goes to the kitchen. Go through the kitchen out to the back yard. An old homeless guy hangs around there and I’m sure he’d love to fuck a beauty like you. Tell him the bartender sent you and that’s he only to fuck you in the arse, not touch you. He’s pretty clean, but you might need a shot of perfume afterwards. And stop off at the bathroom to make sure you’re tidied up.”

What a great idea, I thought! The poor guy probably never has sex, or any other fun. I go through the kitchen door. There are a couple of guys at work. I smell all the smells, stare at the lights, and see the lust in their faces as I pass. It’d be nice to help them as well, but my man is waiting. I go out into the poorly lit backyard and look around. Wow! The shadows are alive! The sky is falling in on me! And then I see him, ferreting in a trash can.

I walk toward him, he hears the click of my heels, turns around, and gapes. I keep walking until a reach him, stick one hip out and put my hand on the other, and introduce myself.

“Hi, I’m Jenny from Ohio. The bartender sent me. I want you to fuck me in the arse, but you can’t touch me. Is that OK?” He just nods. I hitch my dress up, drop my panties, take out the lube, bend over spread my legs, and put my hands on the edges of the trash can.”

“Coming?”

I hear a rustle of clothing, and I can almost feel which garment he’s loosening. And I smell him, so sharply, so clearly, as he closes in on me. I know his cock’s coming, and the sensation as he pushes his dirty shlong inside me is like nothing else. Each thrust is like a series of little climaxes, and as he pulls back to slam it in again I push out to meet him so I can take him as deeply as possible. I’ve never felt fuller of cock before, and I hear myself moaning.

“Oh fuck yes, fuck yes, harder, harder!”

And then he comes and a dam breaks in my arse. It was like the other guy coming in my mouth: I could feel his semen flowing into every crack and corner, invading, me, becoming part of me, and I was so happy I’d made him come. I want to suck him clean but then I remember that I can’t.

“Thankyou so much.”

He nodded and smiled, did up his pants, and disappeared into the dark. I had to wipe myself down, so I took some tissues out of my clutch. Then I pulled my panties up and my dress down, and as I did I marveled at how slender my legs were. And at my lovely shoes and feet. I went back into the kitchen and smiled at the staff as I passed. They grinned back, and I was glad they were happy too. Then to the bathroom to check everything. I was seeing myself like through a magnifying glass, and everything looked fine, so all I did was put some more perfume on as I’d been told to. When I got back to the bar the bartender asked how it had gone.

“He loved it, and so did I!”

“Great, great” he said. I just have to call inside.

“Hi Jun. Yep, she’s ready.”

“What am I ready for?”

“You’ll see. Time to go in. Just knock. Jun will let you in.”

Yay! Something else to do!

I did my best slinky walk to the door, and knocked.

“Jun-san, its Jenny, from Ohio!”

The door opened inwards, and before I took in Jun my eyes were stunned by what looked like a jungle on fire…color everywhere, smoke everywhere, and dragons and tigers, and snakes. For a second I was terrified, and then my hyper-focus switched back on.

I was at the entrance to a small, dark, smoke-filled room, heavily carpeted and with armchairs and sofas all around the walls and a table in the middle. The snakes and dragons were tattoos, and their owners were gangsters, including Masa and Hiro from my car ride. There were about 10 in all, they were nearly all smoking, all of them had a glass and what looked like a bottle of scotch between every two, and they were all in white fundoshi.

The whole room went silent and was looking at me, and Masa said “Guys, this is Jenny!”

For some reason I could hear everything everyone said: “Fuck, look at that!”; “Geez, you’d never think she had a cock, would you?”; “So fucking sexy!”; “I’ve never fucked a foreigner before!”; “I swear, I’m going to screw her tonight!”; “Me too! Check out those legs!”; “ I bet she gives good head!”; “Think she can take all of us?”; “Ha, ha, I reckon the little slut could take twice as many!”

I was really happy they all liked me.

“Jenny, why don’t you take a bottle of scotch and go round and pour everyone a drink?”

I knew straight away that that was a really good idea, so I put my clutch on the table, took a bottle, and started near the door. I stood in front of the first man, held the bottle in both hands and bent my knees slightly as I poured, and I said “Hi, I’m Jenny from Ohio!”

“Jenny, you have to drink too. Get a glass.”

So I did, and after I’d gone round all but the last two I started to feel really drunk but not badly drunk. I was drunk in a floaty, soft, cuddly, gentle sort of way and I wanted everyone to be happy and like me.

I must have looked drunk, because one of the last two guys said: “Hey Jenny, there’s room on the sofa between us. Why don’t you sit down and pour, and we can have a little talk.”

“That’s a great idea!” but as I lowered myself on my heels I missed my balance and lurched into the guy on my left.

“Sorry!”

“Don’t be, don’t be”, he said, and I felt his hand on my thigh.

“That feels nice.”

“Don’t forget our drinks.”

I poured for both of them, but I spilled some on the lap of the guy on my right.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Let me clean it up!”

“No, it’s only my fundoshi. I’ll take it off.”

I watched as he slipped it off expertly and a small hard cock emerged.

“Jenny, I think there’s some on my cock. Can you lick it off?”

Another great idea! I half turn to face him, but I couldn’t reach with my tongue.

“I’ll sit on the back of the sofa, and if you hop on it and get down on all fours you’ll be able to reach.”

He was right! I planted my hands and knees on the sofa and started to clean his cock with my tongue.

“Fuck that’s good Jenny. Keep going.”

I was glad he liked it and I kept sucking happily when the other guy leaned across and whispered in my ear.

“Jenny, I’m going to fuck your arse while you’re busy!”

More good ideas.

“There’s some lube in my clutch bag”, I spluttered as the first guy pulled my head deeper.

I heard the second guy come back, felt the weight of his right knee on the sofa and his hands pushing up my dress and working my panties down a little, and then it was happy time inside me again! Just like with the homeless guy, I felt every thrust, and then they came, almost together, and withdrew straight away.

“Would you like me to suck you clean? I can if you like.”

“No, that’s OK, we have to go now anyway. Thanks.”

They were so nice, I thought as I swallowed the first guy’s cum.

I readjusted my panties and stayed on my knees on the sofa.

“Jenny, what about us?”

It was the next two guys.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” And I really was: I’d kept them waiting.

“Can you slip your dress off?”

“Sure, just a moment”, and I wriggled out of it.

“Shit, look at those legs and that arse!” a voice yelled from across the room. “I’m going to fuck that right now!”

I was so happy someone else wanted me!

The biggest guy in the room had ripped his fundoshi off and was coming toward me stroking his cock. He picked me up, pulled my panties off, held me against the wall, and entered me. He was huge, and I felt it straining my insides as he pistoned me, but I loved it at the same time because I knew he liked it. He shot really quickly, spanked my bottom hard, and pulled out.

“OK guys, see you later. Thanks Jenny.” And he was gone.

“This is taking too long” said someone.

“Jenny, come sit here for a moment.”

I went.

“We were just talking about how many cocks you could take at the same time. What do you think?”

“Well, I can take one in my mouth and one in my arse, and I suppose I could jerk two others with my hands, so that’s...lemme see..four!” I said triumphantly.

“But there are five of us.”

“What about Masa and Hiro?”

“They’re watching tonight.”

“Oh, OK!”

“So we have an idea. We’ll draw straws and there’ll be one loser who’ll miss out on the group sex. To make up for it, he’ll get to drive you down to an overnight truck stop not far from here, fuck you in front of the drivers, and bring you back so we can have you.”

“Wow, that’s a great idea! Will the drivers fuck me as well?”

They look at each other and smile.

“Not this time.”

They draw straws and the loser is Hiroshi.

“OK, come on Jenny.”

“Will I need my clutch bag?”

“No, you’ll be back soon. Just put your panties on. We’ll go out the little back door here.”

“Fuck, why bother, they’ll be off again soon enough!” said a voice somewhere and everyone snickered.

I got back into my panties, took his hand, and out we went. I was having such a good time and I felt so happy to be doing everything they asked.

“It’d the blue BMW coupe over there.’”

“”Wow, it’s a nice car. Can we have sex in it?”

Everyone had been so nice tonight and they’d all wanted to have sex with me and that was fine because I somehow knew I had to do what people asked, so why was I asking?

”We could, but I want to fuck you at the truck stop, remember, in front of the drivers.”

Things were a little less sharp now, but I hazily knew that he was right.

It was only a few minutes to the truck stop. There were five large semi-trailers pulled up, and the drivers were sitting around a nearby table. Hiroshi stopped right next to them and got out. I watched him walk over to them in his fundoshi and thought how handsome he looked. He spoke to them, pointed to the car, and then beckoned me to come. I got out of the car and I was happy because I knew the men would like to see me in my heels and bra and panties. I strolled across slowly and stopped beside Hiroshi.

“Say hello to Jenny.”

“Damn, where did you find her?”

He smiled, took off his fundoshi, pushed me to the edge of the table, pulled my panties down and started fucking me. My face was level with the drivers’ faces, and I smiled at them because it seemed they would like that too. I think they did.

Then suddenly I was back at the bar.

“You OK Jenny? You passed out.”

“Yes, I think so. Where are my panties?’

“Right here.”

I stood up groggily and pulled them on.

“Put your dress on and we’ll get Takashi to take you home.”

“No, no, I want to...”

“We’ll do that some other time, OK?”

“Well, if you say so.”

“Sure, don’t worry about it.”

“Why don’t you freshen up and then sit at the counter outside until Takashi gets here. He might be a while. Use the little bathroom just over there.”

I hadn’t noticed the door. My lipstick and hair were a mess, but in 10 minutes they looked fine again. I brushed my sandals clean of the dust from the car park, straightened my dress, and went out to the counter.

The bartender was there.

“What’s the time?”

“1am”

“Can I have a scotch?”

“Sure. Had a good night?””

That question brought everything back. I was amazed at what I’d agreed to do, but mostly I was really excited by it.

“What was in the drinks you gave me?”

“Secret, but I can get you some in case you want to cross the line again yourself.”

He handed over a small phial.

“Three drops in anything and you’ll be dancing to someone else’s tune for a few hours – if you want to!”

Ï don’t have any money.”

“Just give me a blowjob some time.”

We both smiled.

Takashi arrived about 10 minutes later.

“Wow Jenny, you still look really hot!”

I walked up to him and kissed him on the lips.

“Take me somewhere Takashi.”

“No problem.”

We were passing a park and I asked him to pull over.

He stopped and looked at me enquiringly.

“I want you to fuck me. Climb in the back.”

He clambered over and I pulled him to me and deep-kissed him.

“Huh, what’s come over Jenny from Ohio?”

I didn’t answer. I loosened his pants and opened them to get to his cock, which I sucked slowly until he was rock hard.

The I half stood up, pulled up my dress, pushed my panties down and sat on it.

“Oh, that’s good Jenny, that’s good.”

I moved slowly at first, enjoying his hardness inside me, and then I got faster and faster until he came. I pulled my panties back up, adjusted my dress, and turned around to suck him clean.

“”Do you have any more of those tablets? I like the natural high they give me.”

“Sure, how many.”

“How about four.”

He reached over into the front glovebox and handed two packets to me.

“Thanks, can you drive me home now?”

“No problem.”

All the lights were out when we arrived, so I crept up to the entrance, took my heels off, and tiptoed upstairs to bed. Still dressed, still with my makeup and wig on.

Lights out.