The Sensei

"Is this your way of trying to get me to use me knockers on ya?" she said with a tinge of a cockney accent.

I shrugged, "I'm just a guy telling stories...about titjobs...while you're holding my cock."

Naomi let out a sharp laugh. "Okay, mister 'titjob.' I'm game. I want to learn how to do it."

"There's really nothing to it. You just use your hands to push your breasts together and sandwich the cock between them."

"Like this?" She reached up and did exactly as instructed. The sight and sensation of my cock sandwiched between such perfect breasts was intoxicating. She moved up and down effortlessly, my cock already slippery from the interrupted blowjob. After a few minutes, I gave in to my impending orgasm and let my cum shoot up onto Naomi's neck and down into her cleavage. She smiled as I came, clearly proud of her first effort.

THE NANNY CAM

A couple of days later, while I was at Naomi's, my cellphone rang. It was Lynne. I showed Naomi the caller ID before answering, which caused her to raise her eyebrows in interest. Lynne wanted to know if I wanted to "hang out" again over the weekend, noting in a mischievous tone that she had "fun" last time we hung out. I was friendly but noncommittal, telling her I had to check on something first and would call her back.

When I hung up, I looked at Naomi, wanting to gauge her reaction.

"You don't think I'll be mad, do you Jake?"

"Not mad, no. But upset, maybe? You didn't talk to me for three days the last time she came over. And I got the impression that you were giving me these...'outlets'...at least in part...because you didn't want me to need other...'outlets.'"

"Look, Jake, there were lots of things going through my head at the time. I was a little...caught off guard...by the whole episode. One night we were cuddling together and the next you were loudly shagging someone else, and I could hear all of it. It was disorienting and got me all up in my own head about sex and my relationship with Liam and whether I'd made a mistake by coming here. But I'm in a much better place now. Honestly. A much calmer place. You should definitely 'hang out' with her. You deserve it."

I looked at her skeptically, but she seemed sincere. "You're sure you'd be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Jake. In fact, I'm kind of looking forward to listening in again. I feel like I might actually learn something this time around." She paused, as if a thought had just crossed her mind.

"What?" I asked, "what were you thinking just now?"

"Oh, I'm being silly, but I wishing for a moment that I could be a fly on the wall, rather than having a wall between us. I could learn so much from watching you two."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'd invite you to sit in the corner and watch, but I doubt Lynne would be cool with that." But then I paused, a crazy thought suddenly occurring to me. "You know, there might be a way..."

"What do you mean? What way?"

"My sister was telling me about how she was babysitting last year and she realized that the family had set up a 'nanny cam,'...you know, a hidden camera to spy on the people watching their kids. I'm sure they sell those things down at the Seiyu."

"Are you serious? You would record yourself and show me?"

"Well, I don't know about recording. I don't want to create a record of anything. But if we could set it up so that it's just a live feed to your TV or computer, with no recording, I think I'd be okay with that."

"Oh my god, Jake. That would be so amazing. I couldn't ask for a better learning opportunity."

So we set about making it happen. I called Lynne back and invited her over on Saturday, and Naomi and I went down to the Seiyu the next afternoon and found a nanny cam that suited our purposes. It looked, outwardly, like a simple digital alarm clock. I placed it on my dresser, which was directly in front of my double bed. We then set it up, and sure enough, from Naomi's laptop, she was able to see a live feed from my apartment, showing my entire bed.

As Saturday approached, though it had been my idea, I began to have second thoughts. First, it felt a little icky when it finally dawned on me that this would involve filming someone surreptitiously. The fact that we weren't recording anything made me feel a little better about it, but there was still a pang of guilt. But beyond that, the prospect of being watched, while exciting on one level, also made me a little nervous. What if it caused me to have some performance anxiety?

But Saturday rolled around quickly, and before I knew it, Lynne and I were at dinner. She was very flirtatious throughout dinner and made it abundantly clear that she wanted to go back to my apartment immediately afterward. My nerves built up as we got closer to home, but I still remembered to text Naomi to tell her we were on our way. Her response was just one character: "!"

My nerves peaked as I inserted my key in the door, but as soon as we were inside, Lynne was all over me and my lust overcame my nerves. She pushed me back onto my bed and stood over me, oblivious to the camera directly behind her. She was wearing a low cut, tight fitting blouse and a full length, floral patterned skirt. Taking command of the situation, she reached down and began undoing my jeans, which she then pulled off entirely. My cock was already rock hard beneath my boxer briefs. Having removed my jeans, she crawled back up toward me and pulled my boxers down enough to expose my cock. A moment later, it was in her mouth. As she proceeded to expertly suck my cock, with the assistance of her left hand, I couldn't help but think of Naomi and that her own skills were now close to on par with Lynne's.

After a few minutes, I decided to take some initiative. I sat up and gently rolled Lynne onto her back. Then I went down to the foot of the bed and began pushing up Lynne's long cotton skirt. When I got it all the way up, I realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I immediately plunged forward with my tongue, finding the right spot and gently circling it. After a few minutes of this, Lynne had become quite vocal and had her hands combing through my hair, pressing my face up against her mound.

At that point, I took my hand and gently inserted first one finger and then a second inside her. Slowly, I began moving my fingers in a 'come hither' motion, rubbing the front wall of her vagina, hoping to stimulate her g-spot. It worked. After a few minutes of this, her vocalizations and breathing began accelerating rapidly and then she had one of the loudest, most powerful orgasms I'd ever been responsible for, one that left her literally shaking and spasming on the bed for some time thereafter.

"Good god, Jake, that was incredible," she finally said, her voice still shaky, "I don't know what you did there but I've never come that hard before." She let out a deep breath and then looked down at me, noticing my still solid erection. "Okay, Jake, it's your turn. You've earned it."

With that, she rolled over and reached under my bed, remembering where I hid the box of condoms. Expertly, she ripped open one of them and then leaned over me, sliding it down over my cock in a matter of seconds. The condom firmly in place, she rolled over on top of me, lifting her skirt as she straddled me, then slowly guiding my cock inside of her dripping wetness. Sitting fully upright, she began moving her hips slowly and rhythmically. It felt phenomenal.

At one point, though, it occurred to me that, with her skirt draped down over us, there was no way that Naomi could see any actual penetration or get a good appreciation for the way Lynne was moving her hips. So I reached down and pull her skirt up over her back, exposing her entire ass to the camera and giving Naomi as clear a view as possible.

Shortly thereafter, Lynne reached down and lifted off her blouse, tossing it aside. Underneath, she was wearing a red bra, which she promptly removed, leaving her naked but for the skirt. Her breasts finally free, I sat up and immediately took one of them into my mouth, sucking on her nipple until it was erect. She moaned and put her arms around my neck, pulling me into her.

We stayed in that position for a while, slowly building our pace. Lynne began to moan again, clearly well on her way toward another orgasm. Then she decided to change things up. She stopped moving and then stood up, letting my cock slip out of her. She climbed off the bed and let her skirt fall the ground, so that she was standing in front of me stark naked, her lithe, slender body a spectacle to behold. After giving me a few moments to soak in the view, she returned to the bed and immediately laid down on her back, spreading her legs wide. With her right hand, she reached down between her legs and began touching herself. Her confidence and obvious comfort in her own skin was enormously arousing.

Knowing what she wanted, I maneuvered around until I was on top of her, in the missionary position. Wasting no time, I plunged my cock back inside of her and she gasped. I began thrusting into her deep and hard, using my arms to prop her legs up high and wide. She began stroking herself more urgently. She also began to breath harder and to bark instructions: "Faster, Jake...that's right...deeper...fuck me, Jake."

This continued for several minutes until we reached a point where the entire bed was shaking violently and the sounds of our bodies slapping together was surely audible several apartments over. At that point, she finally came again, which she announced loudly. I let myself come too, and then we both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed.

About an hour later, still naked, we had sex again, this time at a much more leisurely pace from a spooning position. As I lay on my side, sliding in and out of her from behind, I used my free hand to stroke her clit. Though it wasn't nearly as animalistic as our first go-around, we both eventually came again.

THE RULES CHANGE, AGAIN

The next morning, Lynne left early to meet up with some friends in Sapporo. She kissed my forehead on the way out the door and said that we "should get together again sometime." Moments later, there was a knock on the door. I was still naked, but I answered it anyway, knowing exactly who it was. Naomi walked straight into my apartment like she lived there, cupping my cock briefly in her hands as she passed. She was wearing her pajama pants and a zip up hoodie. She crawled immediately into my bed, and I crawled under the covers with her, hoping she just wanted to cuddle up and sleep. I was very tired.

"I was watching the feed, Jake, wondering if you two might have another go this morning. I guess not...unless I missed it? But oh my god, Jake...last night...watching you two...that was unbelievably hot. I have to confess, I came along with you guys. I couldn't help it. That's how hot it was. I just had to touch myself." She was talking a mile a minute and seemed borderline giddy. I'd never seen her like this.

As she was talking, she casually reached down under the covers and started fondling my penis. "The way she controlled the action, the way she just told you what she wanted, the way she just started touching herself...she was just so...confident. Is that what men like?"

As much as I wanted to sleep, the touch of her hand was having its desired effort. An erection was growing. After a pause, I answered her question. "Yeah, maybe not all men. Maybe some guys like the submissive type, but for most guys - certainly for me - confidence is incredibly sexy. And being overly self-conscious can be a real turn off. Sex is best when both people feel comfortable and uninhibited around each other."

"I also noticed that every time she came, she had help, whether it was your tongue or her hand or your hand. Is that normal? I always felt like if Liam and I had to resort to that, maybe we weren't doing it right or something."

I gave her a puzzled look. "Of course it's normal. Look, I know there are some lucky girls out there who can come pretty easily from just sex alone, but I don't think that's very common. Most of the time you're going to need something else, a tongue, a hand, a vibrator, something."

"Hey, that reminds me, what did you do to her when you...um...went down on her? I've never seen someone come that hard."

"Oh, that's something I learned from a girlfriend in college. Some girls can have a really powerful orgasm if you stimulate the right spot. I've only ever been able to do it with my fingers. The spot's on the front wall of the vagina, just about an inch up."

"Well, I think that's something I'll have to save for Liam, but I'm very intrigued..." She trailed off as she continued to stroke my now fully erect cock.

After almost a minute of silence, she finally spoke up again. "Jake, one thing that became abundantly clear to me last night is that I still have a lot to learn...and it's going to be hard for me to learn it just by watching. So, assuming it's okay with you, I want to modify our rules...in a pretty big way."

"Okay, how so?"

"I think we need to have actual...um...sex...you know...you actually inside of me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, but here's how it's gotta be. Rule 1: you always have a condom on. Rule 2: I control all the action. I'm doing this to learn the moves, not to get fucked. Your role in this is passive only. Rule 3: no orgasms for me. I'm still saving those for Liam. So keep your hands to yourself and don't try to do anything to get me off. Let me do all the work. Do we have a deal?"

"Um...yeah...of course...whatever you say."

At that point, Naomi let go of my cock and reached down under the bed. She came back up with a condom. Wasting no time, she ripped it open, tossed the wrapper aside, and began rolling it down my cock. Then she stood, quickly took off her pajama pants and panties, and straddled me, leaving her hoodie on. She reached back and guided me slowly inside of her. The fact that I never thought I'd ever get this opportunity made it all the more arousing. I'd fantasized about this for months and now it was all happening so unexpectedly.

Naomi smiled once my cock was fully inside of her. Though her rules were premised on the idea that she was just doing this to learn, not for her own sexual gratification, I couldn't help but notice how easily my cock slid inside of her. She was already quite wet. She slowly began moving her hips in a rhythmic, rolling fashion, doing her best imitation of what she'd seen Lynne do the night before. I kept my hands at my side, though the urge to reach up and grab a hold of her hips was tremendous.

Having had sex twice already in the last 12 hours, I was in no danger of coming immediately, even as Naomi increased her pace. Unlike our prior encounters, Naomi seemed to be deliberately avoiding eye contact, looking away or closing her eyes. I wondered if she was trying to avoid making this more intimate than it needed to be. But then, after few minutes, she looked at me and asked, matter-of-factly, "how'm I doing, Jake? Is this good?"

"Uh...yeah...fantastic. You're sexy as hell."

She seemed to blush for moment. Then she abruptly stopped, stood up, and spun around until she was facing away from me. "I want to try something different. I believe you yanks call this the 'reverse cowgirl.'" With that, she sat back down and guided me back inside her, her back and ass now facing me. It took all the willpower I had not to reach out and grab her amazing ass.

She continued to move up and down skillfully, steadily picking up the pace, as if trying to make me come as soon as possible. After a good five to ten minutes of this, with no sign of orgasm on my part, she stood up again, turned around, and mounted me once again facing forward. This time, once she'd resumed rocking up and down on my cock, she got a mischievous look on her face. Then she reach up and slowly began to unzip her hoodie. As the zipper got down to her breast level, it became clear that she had nothing on underneath it. Slowly, playfully, she continued unzipping it until her breasts came popping out, in all their glory. That amazing sight was finally enough to push me over the edge. "Oh god, Naomi..." I said, trailing off as my orgasm gripped me.

Naomi came to a stop, though she was still breathing hard. Then she got up, quickly pulled her clothes back on and said "that was lovely, Jake. Thank you. I know you're tired. I'll go back to my place now and let you sleep." And then, just like that, she was gone. I couldn't help but wonder if she left so abruptly because she wanted to finish herself off in privacy.

Over the next several weeks, we had sex a number of times, almost always in some variation of her on top. We always went over to my place to do it, I suppose because that's where the box of condoms was, but Naomi never suggested that we take any over to her place.

On one occasion, Naomi suggested that we try it doggy-style, but insisted that I stay perfectly still and let her do all the moving. That instruction proved hard to abide by in practice, as we were both completely naked and I was enormously aroused by the whole situation. It was nearly impossible for me to just stand there on my knees, not moving or using my hands. After numerous minor violations of the rules, Naomi finally realized she was asking too much of me. So she pulled away, turned around, and ripped off the condom. Then she gave me possibly the world's best combination blowjob/handjob/titjob until I finally came all over her breasts.

BREAKING THE RULES

In mid-December, Naomi and I decided to go together to a house party that another expat, a guy named Toby from New Zealand, was throwing in a neighboring town. He had an entire traditional japanese house to himself, as was often the case when people were working out in the "inaka" (countryside). It was a fun party, full of expat english teachers from all over the prefecture. We hadn't intended to stay overnight, but a surprise snow storm (not unusual for that time of year on Hokkaido) ended up making the roads temporarily impassable. So everyone there had to stay overnight. Toby let Naomi and I crash on the tatami floors in a small, empty room upstairs. We had a single blanket to share between us and two small cushions we stole from a couch. We each slept in our underwear, huddled up against each other for warmth.

I awoke, just as the first light was appearing in the sky, to find myself curled up against Naomi, my arm around her and my cock snug against her ass. I had an enormous erection. Groggy and still a little drunk, I instinctively began rubbing my cock up and down the crack of her ass, not thinking about whether this might violate any of her various rules. The movement caused Naomi to wake, at least for a moment, and she instinctively pushed back against my cock. Encouraged, I slid down my boxers and began rubbing my now freed cock against the crack of her ass. She gave no signs of objecting.

I continued like this for several minutes, no doubt hoping that, if I was persistent enough, she might decide to finish me off in some way so I'd leave her alone. What happened next surprised me, though. In a very groggy voice, she just said, "go ahead, you can stick it in. Just be quick."

"Really?" I replied, "but I don't have a condom."

"It's okay, I'm on birth control."

Not waiting for her to change her mind, I quickly slid her panties down and lined up my cock. Slowly, gently, I pushed inside. It had been so long since I'd had sex without a condom that I'd forgotten how wonderful it felt. As I grasped her hips and began slowly thrusting in and out, it finally dawned on me that we were violating her second rule as well. I was doing the work and was using my hands while I did it. But she didn't protest. Over the next few minutes, I continued to test the boundaries. Eventually, with my free left hand, I felt my way up and under her shirt, until I was grasping one of her breasts. It was everything I had imagined, so squishy and perfect.