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My Books: Yumiko's House of Secret Dreams I


My dear reader, let me introduce myself and tell you something about my life. You will soon understand why I created this guest house and what my purpose in doing so was

I was born in 1983 in Tokyo. My family owned a small shop that sold hand-made maneki-nedos, Japanese ceramic figurines depicting cats which are usually displayed at the entrance of shops to welcome guests. These small cats, called “beckoning cats”, are believed to bring good luck – that means, of course, more money – to the owner. Although we had so many maneki-nedos in our shop, our business had no good luck at all. My father inherited the shop from his father, who taught him how to make beautiful welcoming cats. But our neighbourhood did not belong to the rich and fashionable parts of the capital, and our products were too expensive for the people who lived there. They preferred to buy cheaper ones made in foreign countries available in department stores. 

During my childhood I therefore did not own shiny bags or brand clothes. And I didn't even eat whatever I wanted. My mother was very careful when spending money, and she had got used to rationing food.

I had four sisters. Given the small size of our apartment, which by Western standards may have looked like a cage, I had to sleep in my parents' bedroom. At night, when my parents had sex, I would hear them. No one felt ashamed of that. My father kept porn magazines in the bathroom. He didn't even bother to hide them properly, so one day I found them. That was my first experience with sex. And a pleasant one, I must say. It was the first time I touched myself.

My sexual desires awakened precociously. There was a guy in my school who liked me. He was a kind of pervert. He always had porn magazines in his backpack. One day he showed me one of them and began masturbating right next to me. Actually, while I looked at those pictures of men and women fucking each other, my pussy got really wet. The guy fingered me, and I gave him a blow job. When he came and I had his cum all over my face I squirted. He was shocked. “I've never seen something like that before,” he said. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I smiled and said nothing. In Japan you can't reject directly. 

My life underwent a sudden and radical change when my father got into serious financial trouble, and he decided to send me to his brother who owned a Japanese restaurant in Taiwan. I was very young at that time, and this is the reason why my Japanese became really bad.

In my new school I was very popular. I was considered the most beautiful girl, and my exotic look and personality added to my charm. All guys chased after me. Instead of choosing one of the most handsome boys I picked one who was not very handsome, but I got along with him really well. We would often go for a walk, chat for many hours, go to the movies together and sometimes we'd have dinner in one of the small restaurants around the school. Although the food there was cheap I didn't have enough money, so he would pay for me. 

One day we kissed and my pussy became wet. I think that he had never thought of having sex with a girl before. He was very shy and never tried to touch my breasts or see my pussy. I was the one who took the initiative. His parents worked until late, so we went to his house while they were out. I asked him to show me his cock. He unbuttoned his pants. His dick was soft. He was too scared. But after I began playing with it and licking it and touching his balls it became so huge and hard that I started to laugh. He gawked at me, his mouth open and his cheeks red. He moaned while he watched this little girl with his cock in her hands and in her mouth. I gave him a blow job. “Can you finger me?” I asked. When he came I kept the cum in my mouth and then spit it on his belly and played with it. “Wanna be my boyfriend?” I asked him. “Yes, I do,” he answered. He couldn't believe his luck, I think. He had a naughty girlfriend who wanted to fuck him. That's what most teenagers dream of. 

Unfortunately, our relationship didn't last long. His family moved to Beijing and I never saw him again. I was very sad at that time and cried a lot. Maybe that was the only time in my life when I was really in love with a guy. I wonder what would have happened if he had stayed in Taiwan with me.

But eventually all wounds heal. And I was so horny that I had to find someone else to fuck me. I met a Canadian man who was much older than me. He was strong and tall. He loved to go to nightclubs. Besides, he was as horny as I was. We had great sex with each other. But a few months later he returned to Canada.

In the summer I went back to Japan, and there I met someone who would change my life forever. 

I got a job in a restaurant. What I had to do was wearing sexy clothes and trying to sell customers as much beer as possible. Given my appearance many men bought the beer I offered them and my boss was very happy with me. One day a Japanese businessman came to the restaurant. He was middle-aged, strong and had a masculine look. He smoked a whole packet of cigarettes in two hours. I looked at him, but somehow I felt intimidated and didn't summon the courage to go to him. 

Then he waved at me. I approached his table and bowed. “Welcome to...”

He cut in on me before I could finish the sentence. “Young lady, I've been waiting here for half an hour,” he said sternly. “Why did you go to all customers except to me? I am fucking thirsty and want to have a beer.”

“I'm deeply sorry,” I apologized bowing. I put a beer on his table.

“I should report you to your boss.”

“Oh no, please, don't,” I said. “I really need this job. I am very sorry for not coming to you earlier. It's just that ... I was a little bit nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yes. I saw you and I was afraid of talking to you.”

Suddenly he looked down and stared at my legs. They were wet. I was so embarrassed that I felt my face blushing. 

“I'm sorry!” I said. 

He smiled. “Sit down. Let's chat. You can share the food with me. I ordered too many dishes for just one person.”

“I'm not allowed to,” I responded, but he cast me a look so imperious that I shut up and sat opposite him.

“What's your name?” he asked.

“Yumiko.”

“Mine is Toshiro.”

A couple of minutes later my boss came over to us. “I am sorry, Sir, but we don't allow our employees to eat or drink with our customers,” he said.

“I'm willing to pay for her company,” replied Toshiro. He cast a disdainful glance on my boss and threw one hundred thousand yen on the table. “Take them and leave us alone,” he said.

A broad smile crossed my boss's face. He bowed several times and thanked Toshiro. Then he disappeared into the kitchen to tell his wife about this amazing customer. 

“Wanna have a cigarette?” he asked me. I'd never smoked before, but the smell that emanated from him was so enticing that I really wanted to try. He lit the cigarette and gave it to me.

“You must be a rich man,” I said drawing at the cigarette. When the smoke reached my lungs I felt as though something inside me was burning and I coughed. Toshiro smiled.

“It takes time to get used to it,” he said. “You'll learn to enjoy it.”

“I already like it,” I said. “I love the smell.”

He looked at me like a wolf at his prey. “I am a rich man,” he continued. “I own a club. I came for dinner on my way there. Do you want to come with me?”

“I don't know. My parents...”

“Fuck off your parents. I'm offering you free entrance and free drinks. And I paid for you one hundred thousand yen. Besides, I think I like you, pretty girl. How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“A good age. Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, I don't.”

He looked at me with intense desire. His breath was heavy. 

“Are you married?” I asked.

“Don't ask me too much,” he replied in a severe tone. “So, will you come or not?”

I thought for a few seconds. “Okay,” I answered. “I have to call my parents first.” I got up to go to the cloakroom and take my phone.

“Use mine,” he said. “I want to look at you for as long as possible.”

His club was in Roppongi. It was a classy establishment, very expensive and exclusive. There were beautiful Japanese girls dancing or talking with customers, who were mostly businessmen. 

I and Toshiro drank together. Then he took me to his private room. He pulled down his pants and began wanking in front of me. “I'm sorry, my dear, I'm not the kind of romantic guy,” he said. “So let me just tell you straight away that the reason I asked you to come here is that from the first moment I saw you I wanted to fuck your pussy. Don't worry. I'm gonna pay you for this. Will two hundred thousand yen do?”

I stared at him astonished.

“Do you think it's too much?” he said smiling. “Believe me, you're the hottest fucking chick I've seen in years. You're worth more than two hundred thousand yen. But you must put up with them for tonight. I don't have more cash by me.”

I walked towards him. “Two hundred thousand yen and a packet of cigarettes,” I said. “Then I'll suck your cock.”

He laughed. It was the first time he laughed since I'd met him. He lit a cigarette and gave it to me. I puffed at it, but this time I didn't cough.

“Shit! You've already get used to it,” he said smiling. “Let me see if you can get used to fucking an old man.”

I spit on his dick. “I will,” I replied. “I want this cock in my pussy. [...]



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