The Neon Geisha - Prologue

The powerful and handsome older man ordered the phone to disconnect and sat down cross legged in his hotel room in the heart of Neo-Tokyo. Breathing deeply, he slowly flexed his well-built body one muscle at a time, emptying his busy mind. The deal was complete. His secretary in Shanghai had just called to confirm his flight back home to United Korea in the morning. Finally, he could relax. He refilled and drained his small sake cup as a knock sounded on the door. Ah yes, the entertainment.

He loved the culture here, and had decided on a most ancient arrangement for the evening. The concierge had been very helpful in locating the special service he required, which was why he always stayed in world class hotels when visiting Nipponia, the new official name of a rearmed and militaristic Japan. He remained seated as she let herself in with a copy of his cardkey. She padded over to him, head lowered, a colorful fan hiding her face, and waited. He laid back on the tatami mat, and gestured for the lovely Geisha to join him.

"Hai," she said and bowed slightly, gracefully sinking to her knees beside him, as she had been taught by her sensei and her sister Geisha. She lowered the fan, and he stared in shock. She was white, American he guessed. He had read about this new fetish of these "Neon Geisha", one apparently now so accepted now that no mention of it was thought necessary by his Yakuza partners. Since the great US Dollar devaluation, many Americans had left their poor country to seek their fortunes elsewhere in the world. He had seen them in the labor gangs in Mongolia and the Antarctic colonies. But he had never given the subject much thought.

Now, here was one of them at his command, and she was lovely, jet black hair and piercing green eyes, high cheekbones, small in stature, and perfectly made up in traditional fashion. Exceptionally beautiful actually. She wore a simple purple orchid in her hair, no jewelry, and was dressed in a tasteful green silk kimono and slippers. She appeared composed and self assured. She searched his face for approval. Well why not, he thought, for he did not believe himself to be a prejudiced man.

He then leaned forward to gently kiss her, then offered her a cup of sake, and she relaxed immediately, accepted with thanks, sipped. One more piece of business to transact, but a pleasant one. He did not speak her language, but opened his robe and using signs he touched himself and her to indicate what he wanted. She bowed, held up two fingers and whispered, "ass." He nodded his agreement and pulled her sash free, dispensing with further amenities. She followed his cue, set the sake cup down, and disrobed.

She straddled him, feet on the floor and face to face as he had requested. He was already hard, and she expertly applied gel to his erect cock and positioned herself over him. He was surprised and pleased when he felt the tightness and resistance of her anus slowly spread around his flared cockhead. She then stopped to gauge his reaction to her advance as he smiled and she continued her advance. She easily pushed his cock through the resistance at her opening and plunged down onto him in one practiced motion.

He groaned with the sudden heat and pressure around his cock, and his hips involuntarily bucked as she rocked her bottom on him to acquire maximum penetration. She stopped when his balls touched her ass cheeks and savored the feeling for a moment. Then she put her hands on his thighs behind her, arched her back, set a slow pace, and began to perform her magic. As she fucked him she gazed at him with her hypnotic green eyes with a look that saw deep into his soul.

"Ahhh, " he moaned, as he felt her make a long unhurried pull up the length of his cock while firmly clenching him with her interior muscles. At the top of the stroke her anus tugged his cockhead upward without releasing it. Then she immediately relaxed herself and glided effortlessly down around his shaft, engulfing him completely with her silken warmth. Again. And again. Her ass was the tightest channel he had ever fucked and soon he was feeling himself reaching a very quick climax.

She was very skilled, extremely fit and untiring, and the effect was incredible. He moved his hands to her unusually large breasts, cupping them, squeezing, caressing, her hardening nipples under his palms. His cock jumped electrically and her pace increased. The Geisha then managed his experience expertly, slowing when she sensed his orgasm growing, then increasing tempo when she judged it was safe to do so.

He watched her face closely, enjoying the novelty of her western looks. Eyes half closed, her bright red lips pouted "Oooh, oooh, oooh," each time she lowered herself down onto his rigid flesh. Her lipstick was smeared slightly where he had kissed her, it was quite sexy. Her dark hair, unraveled from the bamboo pins and surprisingly long, cascaded down over her shoulders and breasts, breasts that quivered pleasingly up and down with their coupling. His climax was near, but he held himself back to allow her to cum if she could. He didn't have to do this, for she was bought and paid for, after all, but he was always generous with his lovers.

"Fuck, yeah!!," she yelled in English as she peaked from anal stimulation alone as her whole body trembling in orgasmic release. He studied the delicate painted features of his lovely consort as they distorted with the desire and satisfaction she was experiencing in what was a very intense and sharp orgasm. Her smooth slit trickled hot fluid over his groin as her shivering rear channel contracted strongly on him in delight and he came immediately. He then groaned and raised his buttocks, shuddering with the effort of lifting her weight off the mat while in full discharge.

His hands powerfully encircled her narrow waist, locking her soft young body onto his, as the ecstasy of hot sperm coursing through his vitals overwhelmed him. The intense sensation came in waves as he convulsed, his spunk pouring out deep into her bowels while the Geisha moved her pelvis in circles over his spurting cock to intensify his pleasure, causing the stiff root of his manhood to massage his prostate gland just, as she had been taught at the dojo. As his rhythmic pumping slowed, she clenched herself repeatedly on his softening organ to milk the last of his thick spunk from him.

"Fok, yeah!" he said with a smile as they smiled at each other basking in the afterglow. She then reached down and kissed the handsome Chinese man deep as she sat quietly on his hips. After which, she then massaged his shoulders, attentively watching his face and body slowly relax as she lovingly held his head. Then, as he relaxed and let his full guard down, without warning she violently jerked and snapped his neck, killing him instantly just as she had been ordered to by her Yakuza masters in the floating world...