Loading...The ten years between the ages of 15 and 25 are difficult for any girl becoming a young woman. Those years were especially difficult for me for several reasons. I am the product of a ‘mixed marriage’. My father is Japanese and my mother Swedish. They met when my mother was a dancer in the Ginza section of Tokyo. My father was, at that time, an up and coming young executive with a large Japanese firm. He knew that his marriage to my mother was the end of his career in Japan so they immigrated to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
My mother named me Ulla and that name is nearly unpronounceable to people who speak Japanese and my family name was Urogataya and that name is nearly unpronounceable to westerners. I am truly a combination of both cultures. I speak Japanese fluently and have my father’s eyes (grey green) and my mother’s long legs, square shoulders and heart stopping upturned breasts. My hair is jet black and my complexion is perfect. I have my mother’s full lips and rounded bottom. All in all, the combination of their genes seemed to work.
My father and mother divorced when I was 15 years old and my father returned to Japan. The cause of the divorce was a combination of homesickness on my father’s part, the weather in Edmonton and jealousy on the part of my father. My mother is extremely beautiful and when my father’s boss started to flirt with her my father thought that my mother was returning the interest. I stayed in Edmonton with my mother even though I was very close to my father and talked with him at least once a week on the phone.
That was the year that I began to notice the attention of the boys in my class as well as men on the street. At first I found it embarrassing to be stared at, but as I grew more confident in myself, I began to secretly enjoy the attention. My mother told me that I could not date until I turned 16 and was very strict with me. She told me over and over again that good looks could often be a curse rather than an asset in this world. I complied with her rules because I could tell that her advice was based on her past experiences. She never told me everything about her youth in Japan, but I figured out that she had done things and made mistakes that she regretted.
I met a boy prior to my 16th birthday that kept asking me out. I finally told him to ask me on my birthday and I might say yes. Sure enough the day I turned 16 he was waiting for me on the street on the way home and asked me out. He told me he was 18 and was starting college next fall. I believed him because I wanted to, but when he came to pick me up my mother asked him how old he was and when he answered 18 she laughed and said to him, “I’m sorry but I don’t believe you. I think you are much too old to be dating my daughter and I don’t want you seeing her.” Tom left and my mother and I had the first of a series of fights that basically continued for the next two years.
From that day on my mother would only allow me to accept dates with my classmates and then only if she knew their families and had talked with them first. I found the situation embarrassing and confining at the time. Today, in retrospect, I love my mother all the more for her protection, but at the time, as I said before, we fought constantly. Inspite of the difficult times my mother and I were having and my rebellious streak, I never allowed any of the boys I dated to do anything more than kiss me.
After my 18th birthday I flew to Tokyo to live with my father and attend a technical institute that I had been accepted to. My class was made up of 7 girls and 11 guys. I tried to make friends with the girls but it was impossible. I was not accepted by most of the guys either. Because of my mixed heritage I was treated like some sort of an outcast. Only two of the boys were friendly toward me and that was because I had offered to help them with their English studies. I called them Yoshi one and Yoshi two as they both had the same first name.
We would study at Yoshi one’s apartment as both his mother and father worked until quite late. I never met his parents, as I would always leave before they got home. My father also worked long hours and had to entertain associates and clients after work and was often not home until after midnight. Yoshi told me that his mother would usually get home from work around 10 PM but he often only saw his father on weekends because of his long hours.
As the year progressed I developed a crush on Yoshi one and one evening when Yoshi two could not study with us Yoshi one offered to make dinner for me at his apartment after we finished our study session. We had warm sake with the meal and afterwards as well. I began to be suffused with a warm glow and after a few kisses Yoshi asked if he could drink his sake from my navel. In a shaky voice I answered, “Only if I can drink my sake from your navel”. After the second time Yoshi drank sake from my navel I could feel his tongue exploring below my navel down to the top of my hip huggers and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter with desire. When I drank sake from his navel I could see the bulge in his pants and finally, unable to control myself, I began to rub it through his pants. The next time Yoshi drank sake from my navel he undid my pants and slipped them off my hips. When his hand cupped me from outside my panties I thought I would faint with desire. I told him it was my turn and poured some saki into his navel and after drinking it undid his pants and pushed his underwear out of the way and began to stroke his erect penis with my hand. I then poured warm sake over the head of his penis and took it in my mouth. I had never done more than kiss a boy on the lips prior to this and now I found myself greedily sucking a cock.
Yoshi wasted little time in getting my soaked panties off and when I felt his tongue slide into me I began to bob my head up and down more frantically on his cock. When he stopped me I felt tremendously disappointed as I wanted him to cum in my mouth and I wanted to taste his sperm. When Yoshi kissed me I could taste our combined juices on his tongue and then he began to kiss and fondle my breasts. My nipples were throbbing with desire as he licked and kissed them. Then he kissed me again and I could feel him guiding himself into me. After a few seconds it became obvious that it would take more than a little force to break the remains of my hymen. Yoshi gave me a look of disbelief and then forced himself against me with a continuing pressure that began to become increasingly painful. I was just beginning to say, “Don’t, please stop you’re hurting me” for the second time when I felt a sharp pain and felt him begin to penetrate me more completely. I gasped for air and bit my bottom lip trying to suffer through this total invasion of my body. My eyes were closed as tightly as possible against the pain and I grimaced and gritted my teeth in pain as he continued to penetrate me more deeply. My hands were against his chest trying to push him away and then, finally, he began to withdraw from me. I sighed in relief as he slowly pulled all but the tip out of me, but then in horror I felt him began to once again slide back into me. I pleaded with him, “No, no more, please” but he ignored me and continued to penetrate me even more fully and deeply than before.
This time when he began to withdraw from me I felt the first inklings of pleasure and began to relax. My hands were still against his chest but I was no longer pushing him away. When just the tip of his penis was in me he stopped and just barely moved the tip back and forth against my now clasping cunt lips. When I finally opened my eyes I was looking up into his smiling face as he concentrated on teasing me into submission. My hands slipped up around his back and then down to the small of his back and then as my eyes widened and continued to stare into his I pulled him down and back into me. This time as he entered me I sighed in relief as the pain was totally replaced with pleasure. After a few more minutes my legs came up and encircled his and I began to feel myself meeting his thrusts. My mouth formed an oval of satisfaction and desire as I began to moan, “Oh, Oh, Oh”. My breathing became more labored as I felt myself beginning to break into a sheen of perspiration. Yoshi seemed to get bigger and harder as he continued to thrust himself into me and then it started. My first orgasm came as a shock to me. I had never felt such pleasure before in my life. As the waves of pleasure washed over me I could feel myself opening up to him and could hear the sucking sound of my clasping lips around him as he thrust into me. When I felt the first ejaculation my fingernails sank into his ass cheeks urging him ever deeper into me. And then, as he began to fill me with his hot sperm, I felt a second orgasm wash over me as he collapsed on top of me. We lay together in a pool of cum and sweat as we slowly caught our breaths’.
That evening, as I walked home to our apartment, I could feel my super sensitized and swollen pussy lips rubbing against my pants.
The next time the three of us studied together Yoshi one went out to get some food for the three of us and while he was gone Yoshi two tried to kiss me. I explained to him that I was now Yoshi one’s girl friend but Yoshi two kept saying, “We are all friends aren’t we?”
When I explained that, “Yes, we are all friends, but not that kind of friends”, he relented until Yoshi one returned with the food. Then they had a discussion in the kitchen that I could not hear. When Yoshi one served the food he had warmed up a decanter of sake and we had sake with our meal and then afterwards. When Yoshi one wanted to drink sake from my navel I let him do so in front of Yoshi two so that he would see that we were (Yoshi one and me) more than just friends. After quite a bit of sake I was resting my head on Yoshi one’s lap and while he stroked my forehead and hair when Yoshi two said, “I am out of sake”.
Yoshi one poured sake into my navel and said to Yoshi two, “Help yourself my friend”. I giggled as Yoshi two drank sake from my navel. While he did so Yoshi one kissed me. As the evening progressed Yoshi one continued to pour sake into my navel for Yoshi two to lick out of my navel while we kissed more and more passionately. I was becoming increasingly turned on and when Yoshi one undid my belt and slipped my jeans down so that Yoshi two could lick me lower and lower I acquiesced. I lay there trembling with anticipation as tongues probed past both my upper and lower lips and they both began to remove my clothing. I could not believe what was happening to me or that I was allowing it and wanting it. I surrendered myself to two mouths and four hands licking, kissing and caressing me. When Yoshi one stood at the end of the couch and dropped his pants I willingly reached out and guided his cock to my mouth. A few minutes later I felt Yoshi two lift my leg onto his shoulder as he guided his penis into me. I looked up questioningly into Yoshi one’s eyes and he smiled back at me and said, “Its OK”, as I surrendered myself totally to both of them.
As Yoshi two increased the depth of his penetration into me I found myself frantically sucking on Yoshi one’s cock. I was disappointed the first time we made love that Yoshi one did not come in my mouth, but this time, while his best friend’s cock plowed into my recently virginal pussy, I would not be denied and soon I felt him tense and then the first stream of sperm shot into my mouth. I continued to suck and swallow every drop of sperm from his cock that I could as his friend began to cum into my clasping vagina. I could feel myself cumming and wondered for just a fleeting instant which cock it was that took me into the abyss of sexual oblivion.
After that I became their sex toy. Sometimes they would have me kneel in front of them and suck each of their cock’s one suck each as fast I could until they came. Sometimes I would rotated between the two of them, ignoring the most excited Yoshi in order to try and get them to come simultaneously. That took incredible timing and sensitivity to how excited each Yoshi was. I would only succeed in one or two tries out of ten, but the feeling of power it gave me to hold two penises between my thumb and index finger at the entrance to my open mouth and have them both ejaculate simultaneously into my mouth was incredible and a total turn on for me.
They had to get me very drunk one afternoon before I would agree to allow them to fuck me vaginally and anally at the same time. We used a great deal of lubricant, but after the initial discomfort I became increasingly aroused. I straddled Yoshi one while Yoshi two entered me from behind. Yoshi one had to pull almost completely out of my vagina before Yoshi two could finally enter my anal passage. When Yoshi one slowly reentered me the feeling of being filled by two cocks at once was so incredible, that even though Yoshi one was lying still inside of my vagina while Yoshi two began to fuck my ass, I began to have multiple orgasms. After a while Yoshi one began to withdraw from me when Yoshi two entered me and reenter me when he withdrew. Then gradually the rhythm changed and they both began to withdraw and reenter my anus and vagina at the same time. It felt so wonderful that I began to crave double penetration more than anything when we were together.
I knew that they were turning me into their willing slut, but I did not care, I craved acceptance by my father’s culture and my classmates and I also began to crave more and more sex. I began to notice the other boys in our class were looking at me differently and the girls became even colder to me. I knew that they had told the others about me and what we did together in Yoshi’s apartment. When Yoshi told me that his parents would be out of town for a week and that he was planning a party for Friday night I was delighted to be included, but soon after I arrived I realized that because I had been invited none of the other girls in our class would come.
I found myself dancing with my 11 male classmates and drinking quite a lot of sake. Later in the evening, perhaps around 10 PM, after I had had way too much sake. I was dancing with Yoshi one in the front and Yoshi two rubbing against my rear as the three of us swayed to the music. When Yoshi two slid his hands under my blouse and cupped my breasts from behind I tried to get him to stop at first, but then he whispered in my ear, “We all think that you have beautiful breasts, not like Japanese girls with little or no breasts. The girls in our class would not come to the party because they know that they cannot compete with you. That is why they don’t like you. Show all of our friends, their boyfriends…” and he began to slide my sweater up and I willingly raised my arms so that he could remove it.
I wanted revenge on all of the girls in our class for how unfriendly they had been to me from the first day and I also wanted acceptance and the admiration of my male classmates. When Yoshi two began to kiss the nape of my neck while Yoshi one kissed my mouth I allowed them to remove my bra as well. I was embarrassed at my behavior, but when Yoshi two whispered in my ear, “They will all want to dance with you and afterward they will never think of their girlfriends the same”, I smiled in satisfaction.
I did at least one slow dance with my other 9 male classmates and then while I was dancing slow with Yoshi two Yoshi one began to pour warm sake over my shoulders and Yoshi one began to lick it off me as it spilled down my breasts. I laughed at first and then said, “You idiots, you will ruin my silk pants!”
Yoshi one said, “You are right, the only thing to do is to take them off”, and I removed them and handed them to Yoshi two.
Now I was dancing in a room with 11 men in only a thong and high heels. I knew where this was going as more and more warm sake was poured over my shoulders and I could feel several different tongues licking it off of me, but I no longer cared. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my desires.
A futon was rolled out in the middle of the room and I laid down on it on my back while more and more sake was poured on me and more and more tongues licked it off. Soon I felt two tongues working their way up from my ankles to my inner thighs while others were kissing and licking my nipples as I kissed one of the two Yoshis. When I felt someone peeling off my thong a surge of fear and expectation welled up in me, a few seconds later I felt the first erection of the night pressing insistently at my entrance and then sliding into me as I moaned with desire.
Whoever it was, they came quickly after not more than a half dozen thrusts. I groaned in frustration as I felt him ejaculating into me a huge amount of cum. Perhaps it was fortuitous as a few seconds later I felt the head of an extremely large cock pushing against my labia. The head felt like it was the size of a billiards ball. The only way he got the head of it into me was because I was so totally lubricated. I felt like I would be split in two if it went any deeper, but at the same time I found myself lifting my hips up to him. Gradually he worked it into me until I was so totally filled with him that I could feel every vein and every pulsation. He kept his cock totally in me grinding his pubic bone into mine in a circular motion. Gradually, very gradually, I could feel him withdraw from me by a minimal amount and then, with that incredibly lascivious circular motion, bottom out in me again. I had my arms wrapped around who ever I was kissing at the time and, as the cock inside me began to finally withdraw from me by more than the minimal amount that I had grown accustomed to, my fingernails began to drive into his back until I heard him say, “Easy, Easy”.
My eyes came open and I looked into the eyes of the one who was kissing me. He started to kiss me again, but I pushed him aside, I wanted to see who it was that was so completely dominating me. It was Oke, one of the quieter and shyer of my classmates. I looked into his eyes in total awe as he slowly began to quicken his thrusts into my so tightly clasping undersized (at least for him) cunt. My arms went to his shoulders and I began to urge him into me more and more as he began to almost totally withdraw from me and reenter me till our pubic hair ground together. My breath started coming in small gasps as he filled me and the room became quiet as everyone watched my willing impalement. My eyes began to water and I could hear a roaring in my ears as I began to cum. The orgasm rolled over me as I undulated under him and then I felt a second stronger orgasm as he began to ejaculate into me. We lay together in a sweaty mass as I felt his pulsating cock began to subside until one of the others tapped him on the shoulder and said, “My turn”.
I felt like such a slut as he withdrew from my gapping wet pussy and I could feel the cum ooze out of me. At that point it seemed that a sexual steam was rising off of me and when a penises brushed my left and right cheeks I willingly reached up and guided each in turn to my mouth as another cock entered my now bubbling pussy.
I could feel cum sloshing out of me with each thrust of the third person to penetrate me. My cunt was making wet slurping sounds with each thrust and I was shocked at how quickly the next orgasm came. As it did I involuntarily bit down on the cock that was in my mouth at the time. I heard its owner say, “Don’t bite, don’t bite!” as he pulled himself free of my mouth. I immediately turned to the cock at the other side of my face and engulfed it with my hungry mouth. I heard its owner say, “Careful, careful” as I ravenously sucked every inch of it as hard as I could. It took a minute or two more before the cock in my pussy came and by then I was building toward another orgasm.
When the fourth cock entered me I began to cum even as he was entering me and felt the cock in my mouth began to ejaculate into my mouth. This time I controlled myself and did not bite but sucked harder so that each ejaculation immediately went down my throat and into my stomach. I was not even aware of the fourth cock cumming, perhaps because he came at the same time as the one in my mouth.
The fifth to enter me was also very much larger than all the others (except Oke) but he lacked the finesse of Oke and quickly came and left. I remember thinking that size only matters when who ever it’s attached to knows how to use it.
The sixth, seventh and eighth to enter me were either average sized or small. I can’t be sure, as I was so wet and stretched by then.
The ninth rolled me over onto my stomach pulled me up onto my knees and entered me doggy style until I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm. Then he withdrew and easily entered my anal passage. Yoshi one presented his cock to my mouth as I began to have a tremendous orgasm from the cock in my ass. I had to clench my teeth shut, because if I had had a cock in my mouth at that time, I was afraid I would bite it off the orgasm was so intense.
When he withdrew from me I said, “I’m totally exhausted, we have to stop”.
About half of my classmates were also finished, but four or five of them stood over me masturbating until they shot their sperm onto my chest, face and thighs.
Everyone left Yoshi’s apartment and when Yoshi tossed me a blanket (I noticed that he did not offer me his bed) I pulled it over me and meant to just close my eyes for a minute but fell asleep in a huge pool of drying cum.
I woke up as the morning light streamed through the window. The blanket was stuck to me and I was stuck to the futon. For the first time in my life I think I truly understood the meaning of the lyrics “Sweet Sticky Thing” as I tried to pry the blanket off me and myself off the futon. When I saw the time I knew that if I could get home before my father got up for his morning coffee he would never know that I spent the night away from home. My father was almost as strict as my mother when you considered that I was now almost nineteen years old. I quickly pulled the blanket off me losing some skin and hair in the process and jumped up and put my clothes on over a crust of dried cum that almost coated my entire body. I rushed out of the apartment and was almost half way through the short walk home before I became aware of my raw and inflamed pussy lips rubbing against my crusty cum coated thong. As I walked I noticed that even my shoes were coated with cum and that I carried with me the odor of raw sex. When I reached the apartment I was sure that my father would still be asleep as I quietly unlocked the door, but when I turned down the hallway I met him coming out of the toilet. My father looked at me incredulously. His mouth fell open and I saw his nostrils flare either in anger or at my smell that now pervaded the entire apartment. Then he said the words that came to have greater meaning to me over the next few years. He said, “Ginza girl” and slapped me. I began to cry and rushed into the shower to try and wash away my debasement.
The entire time I was in the shower trying to wash off the accumulated ejaculations he kept screaming at me that he wanted me out of his home, that I could go back to Canada and live with, “That other slut”.
I was crying hysterically as I tried to shampoo the dried cum out of my hair. When I came out of the shower my father had my bags on my bed and was throwing my clothes into them. When I asked him what he was doing he told me that he would buy my ticket back to Edmonton, but he wanted me out of his house and Japan today. I started screaming at him that I was of age and it was up to me to decide if I was going back to Canada. My father said, “Yes, its true that I cannot force you to make good choices in life, only you can do that, your life is up to you, but I will not allow you to live under my roof if you want to be a slut like your mother”.
I dressed, packed my bags, and went to Yoshi’s apartment. I knew that I could stay there until his parents returned from their vacation.
When I knocked on the door Yoshi’s older brother, whom I had never met before, opened the door.
“Who are you?” I asked as I walked into the apartment with my bags.
“I am Hiroshi”, said Yoshi’s older brother.
He stared at me with some amusement for what seemed like several minutes before he said, “And you must be Sake Slut”.
That was the first time I had ever heard that name.
I smiled back at him and said, “Its Ulla”.
Hiroshi burst out laughing and said, “I could never pronounce that in one mrrrion years”.
That admission broke the tension and I burst out laughing too and said, “I know, call me Sake”.
I explained to him my situation and he listened with some concern. He told me that he knew that I had given my virginity to his younger brother less than a month ago and that I had recently made some very bad decisions. He told me I could stay for a few days, but would have to leave before his parents returned from Hawaii. When he asked me what I was going to do I had to admit that I did not know. When he said to me, “There is always Ginza” the shock of that was like a bucket of cold water.
I answered, “No I don’t want that, my mother’s last words before I left Canada were to promise that I would not work there, not as a dancer or as anything else”.
Hiroshi looked at me with some concern and then said, “What do you want”.
“I want to go home, back to Canada and my mother who tried to protect me from this, from myself”, I answered and begin to cry.
Hiroshi took me in his arms as I shuttered with sorrow and self-pity. As he stroked my hair he said, “I would buy you a ticket, but I do not have enough savings”.
Hiroshi then went over to his younger brother’s room and after several shakes he woke him and asked, “How much money do you have saved?”
Yoshi rubbed his eyes and said, “I don’t know, why?”
“Because we need to send your sex toy home”, Hiroshi answered.
“What are you talking about”, said Yoshi, “she only live a few blocks away”.
“I mean home to Canada”, said Hiroshi.
“I only have about a hundred dollars”, answered Yoshi.
Hiroshi turned to me and said, “I have some money saved, but not enough even with his hundred dollars, between us we are short around one thousand dollars”.
Yoshi said, “You can earn that much in a couple of weeks in Ginza district”.
I answered, “No, that’s out of the question. Where would I live? In a few weeks I would be forever trapped into that life”.
Yoshi thought for a while and then said, “We could arrange another party, but this time charge admission”.
At first I was shocked at what he was suggesting, but then I realized it was the only way I could raise the money fast enough while I had a place to do it without becoming a part of Ginza nightlife.
“You mean you want to pimp me?” I asked.
“No, I want my brother to pimp you, my friends would not have the money to pay, and besides most of them have already had you for free”, he answered with a smirk.
“What do you mean?” Hiroshi asked his brother.
“I mean”, said Yoshi, “that your young executive trainee friends have the money to pay. Charge each of them one hundred dollars and we could all make some money”.
Hiroshi turned to me and said, “Let me apologize for my little brother”.
“No” I answered, “I think it’s the only way”.
Hiroshi stared at me for sometime and then finally answered reluctantly, “Yes, you are correct, but we will not make any money off of you” as he turned to his brother and gave him a hard look.
That night I slept alone in their parent’s bed. I was angry with Yoshi and wanted Hiroshi, but as I thrashed around in that bed alone, I knew that I would be happy to fuck either of them, by anyone in fact! My pussy lips were still swollen and inflamed, my clitoris swollen and overly sensitized. I had to masturbate myself three times before I could fall asleep and worried that I was becoming a sex addict.
Two nights later I found myself with nine young executive trainees and two friends of Yoshi’s that had heard about the previous ‘party’. I was introduced as Sake Slut and the evening progressed much like the previous orgy. Every man at the party enjoyed me orally and vaginally and several used my anal passage as well, every man except Hiroshi that is. I noticed him watching me with concern and when two of them wanted to do a double penetration of me he intervened to stop it. They became angry and began to argue with him until I said, “Its OK Hiroshi”.
One of the two men said to Hiroshi, “Stop being mother hen, and let her enjoy herself”.
And I did. As the evening progressed and once again many tongues licked sake off my naked body, I became increasingly aroused and began to enjoy myself more and more; even as Hiroshi watched me with concern become a complete wanton slut in front of his eyes.
By the time everyone left I was more than a little tipsy from sake and was surprised when Hiroshi took me to the shower and used a soapy sponge to clean off the cum and then helped me to shampoo my hair. We were both nude in the shower and when I noticed his erection I was surprised and asked him, “Why didn’t you participate in the ‘party’?
Hiroshi answered as he ran the soapy sponge over my swollen and overly sensitive nipples that had been so chewed on that they actually hurt, “I don’t want you that way, I want you all for myself, not to share with others”.
When I asked him if he thought I was a slut he answered, “Its not for me to judge, you did what you had to do”.
“Yes, that’s true, but I also enjoyed myself while doing it and that makes me a slut doesn’t it?”
“Perhaps it does”, he answered, “but I have to admit that I got very turned on watching you, I have never known a woman so uninhibited and who enjoys sex so unashamedly, it is refreshing and frightening at the same time”.
I answered, “Yes, I know, it frightens me at what I am becoming”, as I begin to cry.
Hiroshi led me to his room and began to kiss away my tears. When he finally kissed my still swollen lips for the first time I could taste the salt of my tears on his lips. My clitoris was still throbbing as were my nipples from all the attention and I could not stand it when, with small little kisses he worked his way down to first my nipples and then my swollen lower lips. This was different from any sex I had ever had before. His gentleness and his concern for me was so evident when he came back up to the top of the bed and kissed my mouth and said, “We don’t have to, perhaps you are too sore, please excuse me for being so selfish, but you are so beautiful and I have wanted you all night while I watched all of them with you, I know I have no right to be jealous of the others, but I am”.
I put my hand over his mouth and said, “Please, please don’t say another word” and slid down in the bed to take his throbbing and pulsating erection into my mouth. I very slowly made love to his cock as he stroked the nape of my neck and my cheeks.
Finally Hiroshi put him arms under my armpits and pulled me up as he said, “Not that way, I want to make love to you”.
And that is what it was. For the first time in my life I experienced what it was like to be made love to, not raw sex but genuine passionate and tender love. We came together and the orgasm rocked me with its intensity so much that I began to cry and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Four days later I was on a flight back to Edmonton, Alberta. I had a long time to think. I had had unprotected sex with over 20 men in the last few weeks and I was very worried about getting a sexually transmitted disease. When it was all happening to me all I could think about was ‘more’, but now that the heat of the moment had passed, I realized what a terrible risk I had taken. I was pretty sure that all my classmates were healthy, at least they seemed to be throughout the school year, but I did not know any of the men at the second ‘party’, except for the two Yoshis and Hiroshi.
Before I left home I thought my mother had been too strict with me. Now I realized that she just wanted to protect me. She wanted to protect me from myself as much as from others who would exploit me. When she met me at the airport we gave each other a big hug and I simply said, “Mom I’m so sorry” and nothing more. She did not ask for any explanations and I did not offer any.
For the next two years I hardly left the apartment. I did enroll in a graphic design-training program, but other than attending classes I would not leave the apartment. After the first year and no symptoms of any illnesses as a result of what I did in Japan, I breathed a sigh of relief. However, my mother was becoming increasingly concerned about me. She would suggest that we go out to dinner or see a movie, but I would always decline the invitation. She never asked me what had happened, but she did began to tell me more and more about her life as a ‘dancer’ in Ginza and how lucky she was to escape ‘the life’.
The only place I would go outside of the apartment was to the gym with my mother. I enjoyed keeping fit. When a couple guys at the gym hit on me my mother asked me why I wasn’t interested in dating. I thought about it for awhile and then replied, “I’m not that interested in hockey, the pros and cons of Molson versus Labatts, admiring ridiculous tattoos or piercings or pick-up trucks, what do I have in common with most Canadian guys in their early twenties?”
My mother became very quiet and after a few minutes said, “I miss your father”.
Actually I was afraid to start dating. The genie was out of the box and I knew that the box was Pandora’s. My dreams were a strange mélange of men, tongues licking me, penises caressing me, penetrating me. Sometimes I would dream that I was in a room with naked men, covered in cum. Sometimes I would dream that I was on a raised table naked with my legs hanging over the end of the table as man after man entered me but all the men had Hiroshi’s face. Once I dreamt that I was being double penetrated by two Hiroshis while I sucked a third Hiroshi’s cock. Often I would dream that I was being gang banged by a group of men as Hiroshi stood by and watched in disgust. When I would have those dreams I would wake up in fear, but totally aroused, and have to masturbate before I could go back to sleep.
I knew they were still in contact with one another and that they talked on the phone at least once a month because one day I came home from class early because I had cramps and wanted to take a nap. My mother was out when I got home so she did not know that I was in my room when the phone rang. After she answered the phone I knew she was talking about me to my father because I heard her say, “She seldom leaves the apartment and I’m worried about her. No, she doesn’t date and seems to have no interest at all in men. I know you think that is for the best, but, at some point, she needs to be honest with herself about who she is and what she wants out of life. I don’t agree, she may have made some bad decisions in Tokyo, and yes its possible she has a sex drive stronger than her rationality, but she is still the same thoughtful, kind, generous and intelligent daughter that we both love so much. A strong sex drive does not make you a bad person”.
I could only hear half the conversation and don’t know what my father said at that point, but my mother laughed and said, “That’s true, you never seemed to mind”.
I was almost twenty-three and had been working for about a year when my mother decided to move out to St. Albert. I wanted to stay in the city and had some money saved so I started looking for an apartment. I found a great place in Strathcona overlooking the river valley. It was really more than I could afford, but I figured I would find a way to make ends meet.
I lived frugally and for almost a year everything was fine, although my savings were gradually sinking down to the danger level. I knew my mother could not help me financially because money was tight for her too. In fact that was one of the reasons she had moved to St. Albert.
Then my life changed.
One evening, Sheila, a workmate, talked me into going to Baccarat with her. Sheila always dressed well and seemed to always have more than enough money. She was paid the same as me, but managed to take European vacations and buy anything she wanted. When I told her I did not have enough money to go to a gambling casino she just laughed and said, “First of all it’s not gambling it’s gaming and they have all different bet limits. Have some fun and limit your losses but let your winnings run”.
That night the very worst thing possible happened. I won $1,800.00! I spent the next week remembering the excitement of it all and the next weekend I hit another jackpot for $1,200. Now I could easily make the rent and with a little more luck I could consider going with Sheila on one of her vacations.
I became a regular at the casino and overtime my winnings never offset my losses. One evening while gambling with Sheila she said, “God you are having a bad night, do you want to quit?”
I answered, “I can’t afford to, I’m trying to win enough to pay my rent.”
That evening I lost everything. On the way home I asked Sheila if she would loan me enough to pay the rent and she told me she didn’t have it, but I could borrow it from her friend.
The next day when she introduced me to Larry I did not like him from the minute I met him. Larry had an office above a pretty notorious bar in Edmonton. One that was known for its wild crowd and was often referred to as a ‘meat market’. Larry told me he would loan me a thousand dollars ‘as a favor to Sheila’ for a month and that I could pay him back any time before the 30 days was up without interest as he was ‘always willing to help a pretty girl out of a scrape’. Larry then asked us if we wanted to do a line of coke with him and I was horrified when Sheila did so.
The guy was so sleazy that I was shocked that he was a friend of Sheila’s. When we left I asked Sheila, “What happens if I don’t pay the loan after 30 days?”
Sheila answered, “Don’t worry, Larry always works something out”.
“What do you mean”, I asked her in a trembling voice.
“Businessmen are always looking for an escort or there is always a party that needs a girl. I have been to Europe twice as an escort and once to The Caribbean and most of my clothing has been bought by my dates, plus Larry always has free coke for his girls” she answered non-chalantly.
During the next 30 days I sold or pawned almost all my possessions and managed to pay back the loan before the due date, but once again was short of making my rent. I decided to be a month behind on my rent rather than borrow the rent money from Larry. I knew that once I went to work for him that I would become totally addicted to the sex and that he would also try to get me addicted to drugs as well.
I began to gamble more and more compulsively and by the end of the month I knew that I could not make that month’s rent either. I was now two months behind in my rent, had an empty refrigerator and was afraid my utilities would soon be turned off. I borrowed from my mother what little she could loan me and managed to keep the utilities from being shut off. I knew that I was a compulsive gambler, as addicted to it as any drug, but I kept telling myself that if I had one good run of luck I could pay my bills and stop.
Finally my landlord told me that I had to the end of the week to give him three months rent or he would have to evict me. I maxed out my credit cards and gambled away that money trying to catch a run of good luck to get me out of the hole, but that money was gone in one evening. The next day I found myself at Larry’s ‘office’ asking for another loan.
Larry asked how much I needed and with a trembling voice I said, “Seven thousand”. Larry smiled in satisfaction. He knew that this time I would not be able to pay back the loan.
“That’s serious money babe, I can only loan you that much for a week and I will need some collateral to make sure you don’t disappear on me”, he said.
When I told him I had no collateral he smiled and said, “That’s OK, I know where your mom lives and I am sure you wouldn’t want anything to happen to her if you suddenly decided to move to Toronto”.
He reached in a box and counted out seven thousand eight hundred dollars and told me, “Use the eight hundred to buy a sexy wardrobe, I have a feeling your going to have a use for it”.
I know I should not have taken the money, but I began to think that after I paid my rent and my mother back and the monthly payment on my credit cards I would have enough money left over to gamble with, that my luck was ready to turn after such a long run of bad luck.
I did pay my rent and my mother and made the monthly on my credit cards. I even won money for the next three days at the tables, but not enough. I rushed to the casino after work Friday evening with less than $400 in hopes of a miracle so I could pay him back by 9 PM that evening. I was down to my last $50 when I heard someone behind me saying, “Urrraah”.
I thought that someone was clearing his or her throat, but the voice was vaguely familiar and then I heard, “Sake?” and turned to see Hiroshi.
“Hiroshi what are you doing here?” I asked as I hugged the man who had been in my dreams for more than two years.
“My firm is negotiating to buy The Eaton Center. I walked over from my hotel as I have the evening free and wanted to get out of the hotel. I have been indoors for nearly a week because the hotel is in the Eaton Center”, he said.
“Then you must be staying at The Delta Suites”
“Yes, it’s a nice hotel. Would you like to join me for dinner? They have an excellent restaurant,” he answered.
As we walked to the hotel I said to Hiroshi, “You seem to always come into my life when I am in trouble” and before we arrived at the hotel restaurant I told him the whole story.
Hiroshi became very quiet. Finally he said to me, as we were going up the escalator to the restaurant, “What sort of life have you been living here in Edmonton?”
I immediately knew what he meant and answered, “Other than my gambling problem, a very quiet one. For two years I hardly left my mother’s apartment. Lately my life seems to be work, sleep and gambling and dreaming about gambling…and you”.
Hiroshi looked at me speculatively and said nothing. Finally, to fill the silence, I said, “I haven’t slept with a man since we made love”.
Hiroshi’s eyes widened and he said to me incredulousness, “That was over three years ago!”
“Yes, I know” I answered with a laugh.
Hiroshi smiled back at me and said, “Perhaps we should do something about that”.
I looked at Hiroshi with a smile and said, “What do you suggest?”
His response was as succinct as possible, he simply said, “Room service!”
Hiroshi called the waiter to our table and placed an order for two teriyaki specials to be delivered to his room.
Unfortunately, on the way up to his room the elevator door came open and one of Hiroshi’s work colleagues came on the elevator. He looked at me quizzically for several seconds and then said, “Sake?”
I did not recognize him but knew immediately that he must have been one of the participants at my second ‘party’. I did not respond in hopes that he would think he had been mistaken, but then he turned to Hiroshi, and ignoring me completely, said in Japanese thinking I would not understand, “I also heard rumors that she was somewhere in Canada, but leave it to you to find her for our closing party tomorrow night.”
Hiroshi did not respond and the elevator doors opened to his floor just as his friend said, “I see that as the party organizer you are, how you say in Horrywood, auditioning the talent. I envy you for that and for the corporate coup. The legend of Sake is quite famous in our company and Mr. Nagiamoto has even asked about her”.
Hiroshi still did not say anything, but as we walked away from the elevator his friend said, “I will tell the others, there will be great anticipation”.
Hiroshi swung around to say something, but it was too late, the elevator doors had closed.
In the room I asked Hiroshi what that was all about and he told me he had been assigned to organize a Ginza style party to celebrate the closing of their deal.
My happiness at finding the man of my dreams quickly dissolved and I felt like I wanted to vomit when I suddenly thought was our meeting really an accident or was he looking for ‘talent’?
As he was unlocking the door to his room I asked the question I was afraid to ask but had to ask, “Hiroshi, was our meeting truly an accident or were you looking for me?”
Hiroshi stared at me for a long time and then said, “How could I possibly have known you would be at the casino? I did go to the casino to see about hiring some of their staff, but if you think our meeting was anymore than an accident you should leave this room right now and never think of me again”.
We were both completely silent while I thought of that answer, it’s meaning and its nuances and before I could speak, Hiroshi said almost to himself, “That stupid fool! My career is over with the company as well”.
I asked, “What do you mean?” and Hiroshi explained to me that his workmate would now tell everyone and they would be expecting Sake tomorrow night.
After a long silence I said to him, “Perhaps that is the solution. How much can you pay me?”
“My budget for the party is not more than $10,000, but what you suggest is out of the question,” he said defiantly.
“What else can we do?” I countered.
His answer was that in order to pay me enough to pay back the loan he would have to hire only one girl…me. When I asked if he thought that would go down well with the others he laughed and said, “Actually it would. You may not know this, but since the evening you entertained my training class, many of whom are now in mid level management, you have become a legend in our company”.
He still had not agreed to it, but seeing no other way out of my dilemma I pressed on and asked, “What would be expected of me?” in a trembling voice. I had butterflies in my stomach at the thought of myself once again naked in a room full of men, the object of their complete attention, the focus of their desire. My knees began to shake as I remembered what it was like to be licked by multiple tongues, stroked by many different hands and fucked by a steady stream of hard erect cocks, and I knew I wanted to do it for more than just the money.
Hiroshi answered, “I think I can talk all of them into using condoms this time. I will tell them that last time you were innocent, or nearly innocent. But now you have been working as a professional and who knows if you are healthy or not, so everyone must use a condom”. Even so they will still expect bukkake at the end of the night”.
I had heard the term before, but was not certain of its meaning. Finally Hiroshi said, “They will all want to bathe you in their cum”.
When he said that I could feel my panties getting wet as I pictured myself being cummed on by a roomful of strangers.
I looked at Hiroshi and in a trembling voice that I hoped would not betray my desire said, “I will do it, I will be Sake again”.
We made love until close to midnight then we both picked at our cold dinners and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Hiroshi was unlike the others. He was gentle, kind and considerate of me. Sex with him was an act of love. I wondered if perhaps Hiroshi was too kind, too gentle and too loving for me. Perhaps I needed the pleasure of being ruthlessly used.
The next day I only left the room to buy a sexy outfit and underwear for the party that night. I was afraid to go home and afraid for my mother, but I knew that I had a few days before Larry would take any action.
That night when I made my entrance I heard several of the men chanting, “Sake Slut, Sake Slut” as I began my strip tease. When I was down to my thong, thigh highs and heels I strutted off the stage and began to lap dance the CEO of the company. Of the eight men there two others, besides Hiroshi, had been at my second ‘party’, but all they others had heard of me and were very happy to become a part of my legend.
I could feel their admiration and desire as I danced from one to the other. As the night progressed I began to wonder what was expected of me and when no one removed their clothes I became more and more frustrated as I became more aroused and finally I took the initiative while doing a lap dance on one of the men who remembered me by unzipping him and pulling my thong aside in order to allow myself to lap dance down onto his penis enough for it to just enter me. At that point zippers throughout the room came down and Hiroshi passed out condoms and insisted that they all put them on for ‘their safety’.
Mr. Nagiamoto, the company CEO, called Hiroshi over and whispered something in his ear.
Hiroshi motioned me over and said, “Mr. Nagiamoto would like to be first with you, but in the back bedroom as he values his privacy”.
I turned to the others in the room and said, “Gentlemen I believe you have already started your engines, now warm up the sake and I will start my engine” and winked at them as I slipped off the thong and tossed it to the crowd, I then turned and strutted out of the room in just my thigh highs and heels.
Nagiamoto sat on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette. He had removed his pants, shoes and socks, but not his shirt. Hiroshi walked with me into the room and gave him several condoms. Nagiamoto said, “I don’t need these”.
Hiroshi said, “Yes, you do. She may have a disease.”
Nagiamoto said, “I’m not worried”.
Hiroshi paused for a moment and then said, “You are too important to the company, if you do not use the condoms I will tell this whore to leave and take her diseases with her”.
I stood there shocked at his tone. Nagiamoto said, “Get out!” to Hiroshi.
Hiroshi turned to me and said, “No condoms no party isn’t that what you said Sake?” and I nodded my head yes as Hiroshi left the room.
I immediately dropped to my knees and began to suck on his cock while quietly unwrapping a condom. Nagiamoto must have been a very heavy smoker because even his penis tasted like a cigarette. On average most Japanese men do not have very large penises compared to western men, but his was extremely small, even by Japanese standards. The taste of it made me want to gag. I never got a chance to slip the condom on him because he came in my mouth almost immediately and held my head down until I swallowed it all. I like the taste of cum, in fact I have to admit, I love the taste of cum, but his cum tasted of nicotine and I hate the smell of cigarettes and the taste you get in your mouth from just being in a room where people are smoking.
Finally he pulled my head up by the hair and said, “Now go make the others happy little Sake Slut”
I was so happy to get away from him that I sighed in relief as I reentered the party room. I grabbed a decanter of warm sake and washed the foul taste out of my mouth. The men in the room began to dance around me, some had removed their clothing and I could feel warm sake being poured over my breasts and shoulders. My nipples became rigid again and then the licking began as more and more warm sake was poured over my breasts shoulders and thighs. I drank a second decanter of sake while doing a lap dance over an erect condom covered cock and then slowly slid down unto it with my back turned so that I could face the rest of my audience and they could watch. I began to undulate up and down on it faster and faster. I became even more turned on when I heard a collective groan of desire as the others watched me bob up and down on it more and more frantically until I could feel him spasm into me and fill the condom.
I then looked for the next cock that had a condom on to lap dance over. The others quickly got the idea and suddenly every cock in the room had a condom on it. I became the proverbial kid in the candy store. As I sank down unto the second hard cock, once again facing my adoring fan club, I was presented with an erection on each side of my face. My hands came up and pulled them both to my willing and wanton lips. I took turns sucking the head of each of the pulsating penises into my mouth. Then my eyes locked with Hiroshi’s who was standing directly in front of me and just behind the two whose cocks I was sucking. I continued to stare into his eyes as I ground myself down onto the cock below me and took turns sucking the two at each side of my face. They were all Hiroshi. I would satisfy all of his cocks in anyway they wanted.
Once again I felt the cock inside me spasm in ecstasy as my vagina clamped it as tightly as possible in order to milk out the cum. I felt frustrated as I felt the condom fill inside of me. I wanted Hiroshi’s cum in me and I considered all the cocks in the room to be his.
When the condoms on the two cocks I was sucking filled with cum I pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. I turned to Hiroshi and pleadingly said, “Please?”
Hiroshi nodded yes and I greedily sucked both of them glisteningly clean.
After that I only lap danced down onto condomed cocks, but I sucked and swallowed the cum of every cock presented to my greedy wet and swollen lips. I desperately wanted the condoms off of the cocks in my vagina. I wanted, I needed, the lubrication of their cum. My lower lips were becoming very swollen and irritated from the rubbers and I was relieved when Hiroshi told everyone not to be greedy, that they all had had at least one turn inside of my pussy.
The group began to chant, “Bukkake, bukkake, bukkake” and I sank to my knees and they formed a line and began to cum on my breasts, neck and face one by one. Some of them emptied their condoms onto me as well. I was totally covered in cum and I loved it!
Finally Hiroshi said to everyone, “The show is over and brought me warm wash rags as everyone except Nagiamoto, who had quietly watched the proceedings fully clothed, left the room. Hiroshi took me to the shower so I could clean myself up completely. When I came out of the shower Nagiamoto was still there smoking another cigarette. I lay down on the bed exhausted and closed my eyes for a few minutes. Suddenly I felt a horrible pain in my left nipple and came off the bed screaming. Before I knew what had happened Hiroshi threw Nagiamoto against the wall with such force that a picture fell off the wall. Hiroshi said, “Get out of this room before I really hurt you”.
Nagiamoto said only two words to Hiroshi as he left the room, “You’re finished”.
Hiroshi took me to his room and went to the front desk to get some burn salve from their first aid kit. Nagiamoto had used his cigarette to burn my nipple. After he applied the ointment we got into the bed and I asked Hiroshi what he would do. He answered, “I will pay off your debt tomorrow and in the evening fly back to Japan and began looking for a new job”.
Holding back my tears I said to him, “I know you think I am a slut, but they were all your cocks tonight. It was you I satisfied over and over again. Perhaps I do need more than one man to satisfy me, but all those men are you”.
I used some ointment to soothe my nipple. It hurt and it scared the hell out of me. It also scared me to think what Nagiamoto might have been capable of doing to me if it had not been for Hiroshi. I rubbed some salve on my swollen labia as well and it seemed to help. As tired and sore as I was, I wanted Hiroshi. I told him that I wanted to feel him inside me. Hiroshi kissed me tenderly and said, “Its OK, I believe what you said, I know that I have already been inside you many many times tonight. I saw your eyes on mine and I knew that those cocks were my cocks”.
We slept in late the next morning and ordered room service for breakfast. Finally in the early afternoon we went to my apartment before going to Larry’s. I needed my birth control pills and a change of clothing. When I walked in I noticed I had messages and decided to listen to them before we left. The first two messages were from Larry. The first message told me that if I didn’t have the money we could make some ‘other arrangements’ but to come by before 9 PM as he was planning a party and to wear one of my new outfits he gave me the money for. The second message was at 10 PM that night and it was an angry threatening message. Larry’s second message was, “Ulla you know who this is and if you know what is good for you and for your mother you will get that sweet little cunt of yours over here within the hour”.
The third message was from my mother and received Saturday afternoon. She said, “Hi Ulla, it’s your mom and I just got off the phone with your new boyfriend Larry. I am so glad to know that you are dating again. He called to introduce himself and ask if you two could come over Sunday afternoon and of course I said yes. When I asked if you were there he told me that you were already on your way home but to call you there. He seemed really nice and he must be serious about you if he wants to meet your mother. So come over about four or five and we will have dinner. See you then. Love you”.
I turned in fear to Hiroshi. It was already past two. St. Albert was about an hours drive from the city. What if Larry was already on his way to St. Albert?
“Should I call my mother and warn her?” I asked.
“First let’s see if we can catch him and pay back the loan. If he has already left we will call your mother immediately”, Hiroshi answered.
We rushed from my apartment over to his office and we were both relieved that he was still there.
Hiroshi counted out $7,800 dollars onto the top of Larry’s desk, but Larry shook his head and said, “That’s not right. The cunt is two days late and the interest is 10% a day. She owes me $9,360”.
Hiroshi did not say a word and counted out an additional $1,400 dollars. Larry looked down at the money and laughed as he walked around the desk ignoring Hiroshi and speaking directly to me he said, “Tell your little Jap baboon that he doesn’t know how to do arithmetic”.
Hiroshi said very quietly, “The $800 dollars was a gift. You do not charge interest on a gift. You will accept this money and you will never bother Sake or her mother again”.
I saw a moment of confusion on Larry’s face when Hiroshi referred to me as Sake, but then Larry said, “Give me the rest of the money or I will not only hurt whoever you think this is, I will also hurt her mother and you, you little baboon!”
Larry was easily a foot taller and 70 pounds heavier than Hiroshi. But without showing the slightest fear Hiroshi said, “I did not come here wanting to hurt you or to have trouble” in a soft and gentle voice.
Larry started to laugh and suddenly with a movement so fast that I did not see it, Hiroshi struck him in the diaphragm with such force that Larry began to fold forward just as Hiroshi’s fist came up to strike his Adams apple. Larry fell to the floor gasping and writhing in pain. Hiroshi seemed to have barely moved.
Hiroshi, standing above Larry said, “Once again, you will never bother Sake or her mother again. Do you understand?”
Larry reached into his coat and started to pull out a gun but before he could straighten his arm Hiroshi had kicked it out of his hand. Hiroshi quickly dropped one knee onto one wrist and grabbed the other with his left arm. He then grabbed Larry’s thumb and with a sudden deft movement snapped it back 180 degrees. While Larry was screaming and writhing in pain he quickly repeated the movement and snapped the other thumb as well.
Hiroshi put both his knees on the broken thumbs and leaned forward until his nose was practically touching Larry’s and said in a quiet and controlled but menacing voice, “If you ever see me again…it will be the last thing you ever see”.
When Hiroshi stood up we both noticed that Larry had wet himself.
On the street Hiroshi said, “My father was Yakuza. He taught me a man with broken thumbs cannot fire a weapon, I am sorry you had to see that, but it was necessary”
“A man with two broken thumbs cannot do a lot of things, like shave or wipe himself clean when he has been on the toilet”, I said.
Hiroshi said nothing for a few minutes as we walked, and then he said, “Yes, without opposable thumbs, he is the baboon and he will have to live like a baboon for a few months and he will know that he lives only because I allowed him to live and everyday he will remember me and fear me more”.
I realized that Hiroshi had strengths and resolve that I may have underestimated.
“Do you have time to come to dinner at my mother’s before your flight?” I asked.
Hiroshi said he would love to meet my mother and that he had already arranged to fly back a day later.
When I introduced Hiroshi to my mother she said, “Who’s Larry?”
Before I could answer Hiroshi said, “Sake wanted to surprise you so she asked a girlfriend to have her boyfriend call”.
My mother looked puzzled and then asked, “Who is Sake?”
I answered, “I like sake and Hiroshi has trouble saying Ulla”.
We had a wonderful evening. I could tell my mother liked Hiroshi, but was disappointed when she found out he was returning to Japan the next day.
After Hiroshi left I found a cheaper apartment across town and enrolled in gamblers anonymous. Almost a month went by before I heard from him and then the phone woke me up in the middle of the night and it was Hiroshi.
He had been fired from his job and blackballed in corporate Japan. He had interviewed at very many different firms and one of his interviewers was a Mr. Urogataya, my father. My father had heard about what had happened in Edmonton and he thanked Hiroshi for protecting me from Nagiamoto, but he was very angry with Hiroshi for pimping me to the party. Hiroshi explained about the gambling debt and that we had little choice but to do what we did. When Hiroshi told me that my father had asked him if he love me I thought I would squeeze the phone in two while I waited for his answer. Finally he said, “And I told him yes, that I wanted to make you my wife”.
When he said that my heart leapt into my throat and I asked, “What did he say to that?”
Hiroshi paused for a longtime and then said, “He asked me if I thought I could be happy with a wife whose sex drive was so strong that she needed more than a few men to be satisfied”.
“And what was your answer?” I asked.
“I told him that you were the most remarkable woman I have ever met. That its true that you may be what most men call a slut, but that you were my slut, the woman I wanted, the woman that I was proud of for her ability to satisfy one man or many men at once. I told him that I wanted you to have as much pleasure from life, sexual or otherwise, as possible. That how could I feel otherwise if I truly, unselfishly, loved you.” He said.
With a trembling voice I asked, “What did he say to that?”
“He thought a longtime, then he said he still loved your mother and that he had been a fool,” answered Hiroshi.
“She still loves him too, but what good does that do with him in Japan and her in Canada?” I asked.
Hiroshi surprised me with his answer. He said, “If you will give me the honor of becoming my wife I will be on the next plane back to Canada, and as we speak, your father is asking your mother the same question.”
That was a little more than two years ago. My father is now back in Canada with my mother. He and Hiroshi have a small business setting up exhibits for various companies throughout Canada and The US. I have not gambled again, but Hiroshi and I did run into Larry on the street once and we thought he would wet himself a second time when he saw Hiroshi.
The last ten years were difficult ones for me, and, believe it or not, I have no regrets. I am glad that I “sowed my wild oats”, as my mother says, while I was young. I am glad that I have nothing to hide from the man who I now share my life with and I know that he admires and loves me more for it. In two months we will have our first child, a girl.
My mother and I often wonder if she will have as turbulent time as we both did in finding our place in this world. We both worry about her future and she is not even born yet. But, the world is changing and in the future perhaps men won’t judge women by different standards than those they apply to themselves.