Dragon Lady

DRAGON LADY

PART ONE

A good looking American girl takes the opportunity to visit a college exchange student she befriended in the states.  Offered an extended vacation in Tokyo, even plane fare, she begins her sexual, erotic odyssey almost immediately on arrival.

Chapter One

       Just out of the shower, Lynn’s colorful dragon and tiger ornamented white bathrobe loosely covering her still damp body, she’s drawn to the large black set of binoculars mounted firmly on a tripod and locked in place just inside the high-rise’s balcony.  Curious, the dark drapes gently swaying, barely parted in front of the open sliding doors just enough to allow a clear view of the city, leaning across and peering into the lenses, she immediately notices the binoculars are trained on blurry silhouettes behind the partially open balcony doors in the adjoining residential tower across the way.  Focusing in with the center knob, she’s startled by the view of a naked body of a young blindfolded woman suspended by her wrists in the center of the room near their apartment’s balcony.  A muscular, bare-chested Oriental man stepping around her, oiling, massaging her swaying, twisting body, she can’t believe what she’s witnessing.

       Heart pounding, her initial reaction to call the police, realizing her Japanese vocabulary’s practically nonexistent; she hesitates, yet can’t help watching.  The other tower no more then a hundred feet or so across the narrow courtyard down below, she instinctively flicks off the living room lights, repositions herself behind the binoculars in the dark.  Her first night in Tokyo, delivered from the airport, allowed in the apartment by management, her friend who leases the luxury pad not due home for another couple hours, she again leans over, watches the continuing treatment of the suspended girl.  A black scarf covering her eyes, a bright red ‘O’ ring strapped between her yawning lips, her taut olive toned body already glistening from head to toe, she watches as the man positions himself in front of her while he appears to be manipulating her full bare breasts.  As he steps away and leaves the room, chrome clover clamps sparkle off from the girl’s jiggling nipples while her naked body noticeably twitches, her feet spreading apart  as she slowly twists in a swaying semi-circle.

       Realizing she can actually hear the girl’s faint moans from the distance, she can’t pull herself away, to close the curtains in the thirteenth floor apartment.  Focusing the binoculars even sharper, zooming in on the naked girl, she can sense what pain she must be experiencing as the clamps appear to be deeply placed onto her dark areolas behind her bulging nipples.  As the chrome glistens, the left globular mound stands out with a colorful tattoo of a dragon curled just above the clamped nub.

       A number of minutes passing, she sees him returning with ropes in hand. Bending down, he begins binding her legs just above her knees.  The ropes stretched upwards, her legs spreading apart with her head slumped forward between her twitching breasts, the dangling clamps, she watches tug after tug until the girl’s thighs are hoisted virtually perpendicular, her feet dangling, toes pointed downward toward the floor.

Eyes remaining pressed firmly against the binoculars, seemingly unable to pull away even if she wanted too; she’s drawn to the sight of the man stepping behind the girl while slowly slipping off his trousers.  Naked underneath, she’s struck by the incredible size of his manhood, its thick girth and standing practically upright from his chiseled, glistening body, the dark wavering veins of his engorged cock visible even from the distance.  Watching with an almost tingling anticipation as he squares himself behind the girl’s spread form, grips beneath her hips from either side and slides the glistening crown of his impossibly huge shaft upward between her stretched legs, she’s transfixed on watching the girl’s body being raised upwards on his penetrating shaft, her head twisting from side to side as saliva drools across her heaving chest as her long, black hair flutters across her taut shoulders.  The perimeter of her shaven vagina visibly stretching, the bulging crown of his cock slowly disappears between her spread thighs as her feet swing back and forth below her bound knees, her toes curling, flexing.  Again the sound of the girl’s shrill voice, guttural shrieks echo across the drizzling darkness as she’s being slowly impaled.

Locked on the binoculars in what’s become a somewhat morbid anticipation, watching the clamps jiggling, swaying from the girl’s dark nipples, her head jerking back, her body noticeably arching each time the thick cock jams in a little further, she feels a stirring in her own stomach as the dark shaft finally disappears after several thrusts, completely penetrating the girl’s spreading slit, his scrotum visibly slapping back and forth after the final plunge.  Her own legs beginning to tremble as she leans behind the binoculars, slipping a hand inside her parting robe, letting her fingers flick between her thighs, her thumb pressing across her moist clit, a couple fingers flexing, slipping up inside her warm slit, she takes a deep breath, moans as she jams the stiffening fingers inward, drags them back out, jams in again almost matching each of his thrusts with her own, her own moans beginning to reverberate inside the darkness of the apartment.

Continuing to watch as the man reaches around the girl’s contorting body, cups and twists her flailing breasts; she reflexively grips one of her own firm swaying breasts, twists and melds, then tightly pinches the puckering nipple just as the man’s doing to the girl’s.  Grunting herself, the crisp pain seems somehow exhilarating as she reflexively arches, bows her back as her nails dig into her bare nub yet again.  Working her own body with both hands in unison with the suspended girl’s, imagining that incredible cock impaling herself as she watches it pump in and out while obviously becoming tinted in a crimson sheath, she curls three, then four of her fingers, rams, twists them as deep as she can between her stretching labium while dragging the edge of her thumbnail across her responding clit.

“Ooommpphh!... Humph!... Uumpphh!”  Rasping with each halting breath, pumping her own fist back and forth between her quivering, bowing thighs, tweaking, pinching, tugging her aching nipple with her other hand as if they were his, she hazily hears more of the anguished sounds from the open entry mixing with her own.  Mesmerized by the sight of at least a full foot of the thick dark cock burrowing in and out of the girl’s gyrating body, her bound legs seeming to impossibly split even further apart with each of his forceful thrusts, she senses the rumbling, the turmoil inside her own womb as she harshly masturbates herself in unison, picking up the pace, mimicking the girl’s treatment.  Breathing heavier, twitching, trembling, her knees reflexively pressing together against her thrusting fist, she grunts, moans along with the thrashing girl’s while she feels the rippling spasms deep inside her own womb building to an uncontrollable climax as she twists herself away from the binoculars.

“Aaaggghhhrrr!..... AaaaagggghhhH!”   Crying out, uncontrollably bending over, clumsily kneeling, finally dropping to her knees with the top of her head plunging into the thick carpet, she feels another, harsher series of spasms reverberating as she claws at her bare flesh, the sensation of the gushing fluids spewing across her inserted fingers from deep within, the overflow spurting between her quivering thighs, oozing down her jerking legs.  Falling, rolling harshly onto her side, curling into a sort of semi-fetal position, her body continuing to jerk, twitch, she feels the series of quivers, more spasms yet again before she finally lies practically still on the plush carpet.

Another twitch, a jerk, she deeply inhales two, three times to catch her breath as she curls into a tight ball.  Closing her eyes momentarily, wondering if what she saw was really what she saw, she glances up toward the bottoms of the binoculars, listens for the ominous cries from the other building as her fingers remain deeply embedded between her thighs, a drop of blood dripping from her still clenched nipple.

A couple minutes passing, the sound of isolated, thick raindrops splatter across the balcony.  The humid, muggy air entering the apartment in a swirling gust of a stale, smoggy mist blowing past the curling curtains, she roles on her backside letting the silk robe part, spread across the carpet beneath her.  The dampness clinging to her bare flesh as the sound of the rain escalates, the moisture becoming almost cool to her naked flesh, she slips her hands away, stretches outward, arches her naked body upwards into a spread-eagled position barely above the plush carpet.  A tinged nipple aching, her vagina sore, a hand sticky, glancing down between her firm breasts, the rock hard nipples jiggling with each breath, she collects herself and lays back down before slowly sitting upright.  Bending her knees, straightening her arms, her hands behind her back as her breasts separate, sway across her thrust out chest, observing the damage she’s down to herself, she realizes she’s just had the harshest climax of her life.  Kneeling, again leaning toward the binoculars, she glances into the viewfinder.  The mist having become a light shower, the apartment across the way’s still visible through the constant rain drops.  The curtains now drawn, still wavering from the open doors, it appears the light’s also been extinguished.

Chapter Two                 

       The hot water drenching her naked flesh, her second steaming shower within the hour, she sponges her breasts, the now flattened areolas and nipples as the soapy water cascades across the base of the tub.  Slipping the sponge between her bowing thighs, soaking the sore nub of her clit, slipping the sponge back into the crease of her butt cheeks, she still feels the slightest of tremors as her legs begin to quiver, reflexively twitch.  Steam curling around the confinements of the bathroom, the shower curtain hangs open while her eyes remain closed, the spurts of water splashing across her head, her face and her swaying breasts as she replays over and over in her mind what she just witnessed.

       “Still taking a shower?”  The voice rises above the pulsing showerhead.  “Let me help wash your back before you fall down.”

The familiar female voice rather sarcastic, that of an almost perfect English accent, Lynn feels the sponge gripped, tugged from her own hand.  Eyes opening in a squint, recognizing her Japanese friend’s face through the swirling steam, seeing the girl raising the sleeves on her white smock, she obediently turns, raises her hands upward, palms flattening across the shower wall’s slippery tile.  Head tilted forward, her drenched hair spreading across her right shoulder flattens across her swaying breast, the ends of the strands past her jiggling nipple.

       “Hold still.”

       Feeling the soppy sponge swipe across her shoulder blades, down the burrow of her spine, across the rumps of her butt cheeks, she feels the other hand flattening across her ribcage just below her swaying left breast.  The fingers tensing, sliding upwards with the motion of the raising sponge, she senses the bottom of her breast being cupped, tugged back toward her side and gently squeezed as the dark taut areola bulges out from the gripping fingers.  Tensing, lowering her face further downward until her chin practically touches her sternum, eyes still closed, she feels the coral sponge brushing across her cupped breast’s nipple, back and forth, up and down. “Ummm.”  The slightest of a whimper, sensing her nipple becoming aroused by another’s touch, she still feels the ramifications of her own masturbation stirring deep inside her.

       “Wow,” the pretty Oriental practically whispers as she hesitates with the sponge, squeezes Lynn’s tit flesh just a little firmer as she glances at the puckering nipple.  “What’s got into you?  Your nipple’s as hard as a rock!... I bet you’ve been looking through my binoculars, haven’t you?”

       “Uumph!... Uumph!”  Mumbling, slightly twisting as her free breast sways back and forth; Lynn feels the constant rush of water cascading across her face, shoulders.  Embarrassed, yet her breast aching to be caressed, knowing she knows, she mutters, sputters through the showering water, “You…You know what I saw… Don’t you?... You… You wanted me to see that!”

       “You saw an exhibition for the residents of our building,” The Oriental answers with a slight giggle, again giving a gentle squeeze of her hand as she lets the sponge slip down, circle the butt cheeks again.  “It’s a weekly thing; if not more often, now spread your legs.”  Slipping the soap sopped coral sponge into the puckering crease, pressing it upwards between the parting slit between Lynn’s spreading thighs; she forces it upwards, rubs back and forth across the exposed clit.

“Ooommmpphhh!”

“You liked it, didn’t you?... Liked what you saw… That huge cock excited you I bet,” She smirks as she washes, lets the corner of the sponge slide into Lynn’s spreading slit.  “I knew you’d be here today before me, and tonight was already scheduled… You had to clean yourself off afterwards though, huh?... You’re still as horney as you were back in the states girl!...  You got off watching that blindfolded girl practically being split apart, didn’t you?”

Thighs trembling, barely able to believe what she’s being told, yet nothing else making any sense, the sensations of the sponge manipulated between her thighs, the caressing of her puckered nipple in her friend’s other hand and the embarrassment doesn’t seem to matter.  “Oommph!... Oomph!”

Another rub back and forth with the sponge between her thighs, she feels the hand tightening across her breast, tugging back as she hears the girl ordering her.  “Turn around, face me… Keep your hands on the wall above your head while you spread your legs.”

Twisting, arching, her arms reaching upwards, her hands turning with palms flattening against the wet tile when bowing her back, she feels the full force of the still steaming water cascading across her face, her thrust out breasts.  The sponge immediately brushing across her globular melons, even the abused nipple responding, hardening to the touch, she feels her friend’s other hand slipping down between her thighs, spreading the folds of her labium, poking inward.

“Damn!... Nice and tight… Don’t know if he’d fit that thing of his in here without splitting you apart!”

Feeling the fingers flexing, probing inside her, her breasts alternating being flattened by the sponge swiping back and forth, the surreal thoughts of his cock burrowing inside her again has her stomach rippling, her thighs trembling.  “Uummpphh!... Ooohhhhhh!”  Sensing the stirring deep inside, knowing it won’t take much more and she’ll be cumming again, her hips reflexively thrusts outward across the stiff fingers.  “Oommpphh!”  Twisting her neck, lowering her head as her body trembles, she senses the water shutting off, the sponge splashing in the swirling pool of soapy water at her feet.

“Let’s get you dried off, get you on the bed for a good massage for that tight body of yours, okay?” The Oriental girl suggests as she grabs an oversized white terry cloth towel from the rack, wraps it around Lynn’s naked body, shakes her head as she adds, “Your body looks even better then I remembered!”

Stepping from the tub in front of the steamed mirror, feeling her friend slipping another towel across her wet hair, wrapping it around her forehead, Lynn feels her arm gripped as she’s led from the bathroom, across the hall to the master bedroom.  The curtains drawn, the lighting dim with the bed against the back wall covered with satin sheets, she stops beside the edge of the bed as her body’s toweled off.

“Lay on your back spread-eagled for me,” her friend orders as she steps toward the dresser, rummages through a few bottles of lotion as she adds, “I’m going to show you how my last couple years of being a masseuse can bring you unimaginable pleasure while I discuss a few things with you… I’ll pleasure to your most sensitive spots while we talk!”

Again unhesitant in her obedience, sprawling across the firm, oversized mattress, Lynn rolls over onto her back, assumes the position fully nude sans the white fluffy towel wrapping her damp hair.

“Close your eyes, relax, don’t resist anything I do,” the Oriental orders in her quiet yet strangely commanding way as she rubs a generous amount of whitish lotion between her cupped hands, reaches up above Lynn’s shoulders, slides her fingers downwards across the biceps.

Listening to the girl’s voice, just the hint of her heritage giving her tone an almost subtle, soothing quality, the lotion cool, yet warming between her bare flesh and the twirling fingers, Lynn feels her body already tingling in anticipation while her arms uncontrollably flexes as the tips of the fingers glide in small swirling circles around, into the hollows of her smooth armpits.

“I’m going to touch you in places that will have you lifting yourself off the mattress,” She continues as her fingers glide a little further downward, press gently into the rounded curves of Lynn’s globular mounds spreading outward toward her sides.  “Your nipples first,” she coos as she lets her fingers roam around each glistening globe, circle the dark, smooth areolas a couple causal loops until they begin to slightly shrivel.  “Hold still now,” she adds as she lets a fingernail from each forefinger flick across the rounded mounds, back and forth, just enough for the sensation of the lotion sticking between fingers and nipples to cause the nubs to pucker.

“Ooooooohh!”  A raspy moan escaping Lynn’s pouty lips as her back slightly arches upwards, she attempts to make more contact with the fingertips as they’re held just off her responding flesh.

“I said hold still… I’ll touch you when I want too,” she scolds in her soft tone as she reaches for more lotion, tilts the container, lets it drip across the outthrust mounds.  Circling, crisscrossing Lynn’s bare breasts, watching both melon sized globes arching upwards, spreading apart as the cool lotion drips in white splotches across the tanned flesh, she sets the container down, reaches across Lynn’s torso, begins melding the firm tit flesh between her flexing fingers.

“Lets loosen these up,” she smiles as she feels the firm, yet soft flesh between her squeezing fingers, twists, melds toward their base, grips and tugs upwards, the slippery flesh bulging between her fingers, the nipples swelling above her thumbs and forefingers.  Stroking one breast, then the other as Lynn’s naked body arches upwards, she stretches, twists the glistening mounds, watches as Lynn’s face turns away, her head pressing into the pillow.  Gripping both breasts firmer, she lifts upwards in her tighter grip.

“Bare with me Lynn,” she practically whispers as she leans forward, her knee across the mattress, bends over and stretches both breasts upwards simultaneously.  “Don’t resist me… Allow yourself to relax,” She continues while her tensing fingers grip the stretching flesh as it slowly slips away.  Lifting, hoisting Lynn’s shoulders a few inches off the mattress, the slippery mounds sliding through her fingertips; she grips both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tightly squeezes.

“Oooommmmpppphhh!... Hhuummpphh!”  Fingers clenching, toes curling on her tautly stretching limbs, craning her neck back as her torso lifts off the mattress, Lynn’s grunts echo off the bedroom walls.  The burning in her clenched nipples resonating throughout her stretching breasts, her stomach hollows, abs rippling as she tries to obey, to keep her body limp. “Hhuummph!”

Feeling the nipples slipping away, a final tug outward on each breast, Lynn’s nipples ‘plop’ from the clenched fingers as she falls backwards.  “Aaaagghhhh!”  Lying on her back, her fists still clenched, she nibbles on her lower lip as she takes a couple deep breaths.

“There… There,” The Oriental smiles,” That’s not so bad, after all, before we’re done you’re going to appreciate a little pain to go along with the pleasure, okay?”

A quiet grunt, a slight nod while keeping her eyes closed, she realizes the pain’s not all that bad, actually no more then she’d just inflicted on herself while watching through the binoculars.

“Okay then, lets continue,” The girl again softly coos, dripping more lotion into the palm of her hand before rubbing them together.  ‘Keep those legs spread for me, don’t close ‘em.” Reaching down, slipping both hands across the tops of Lynn’s thighs, again letting her fingertips wisp upwards in gentle circles, she lets her thumbs glide across Lynn’s puffy labia folds as her fingers gently press across the sides of her exposed clitoris.

Watching Lynn’s thighs tremble, the moist rim of her vagina noticeably quiver, the girl grins, her oval eyes squinting as she teases the soft flesh surrounding the parting, freshly shaven slit.  Roaming between Lynn’s inner thighs with the tips of her fingernails, flicking the taut, sensitive flesh between her vagina and rectum, letting a fingernail barely probe between the sphincter muscles to the first knuckle, withdrawing it, she again glides her fingertips downward, tracing across both inner thighs to the backs of Lynn’s straightened knees.  Back up the outer sides of her thighs, across her hips into and across her hollowing stomach muscles, circling, plunging into her flexing navel, back across her glistening pubic mound, her fingertips come to rest on either side of Lynn’s engorging clit, presses together.

“Ooooooooohhhhhhh!”  Head again twisting away into the pillow, her pubic mound trembling along with her spread thighs, Lynn’s hands again clench into fists, flex apart into spread fingers, clench again.  Legs shaking, toes pointing straight downward almost digging into the mattress cover, she again grunts, “Hhhuuummphh!”

Leaning across the mattress, flicking Lynn’s clit, massaging it with small circler twists of her thumb; she feels Lynn’s body reflexively quivering.  Knowing she can manipulate her, bring her to the verge of an orgasm, back her off, to control her time and again, she lets her lips brush across Lynn’s earlobe, feels her reflexvie twitch as she breathes into her ear.

“Listen,” She rasps in her most seductive voice, “You’ve been thinking of that cock, haven’t you?”

“Hu… Huh?... Huh?”

“You’ve been fantasizing about being that girl, haven’t you?... I know… I can tell that you want to feel that huge cock right here,”  She adds as she slips her thumb completely in the more then most slit with a single, harsh thrust.”

“Ooomph!... Oooohhhhhh!...........Huh?... Huh?”

“You want to mount him,” She whispers between breathes, “To ride him while being stretched by those ropes of his… Just like you watched in the binoculars, don’t you?”  Again ramming her thumb inward, feeling Lynn’s hips jerking, pumping, she repeats, “You can feel him mounting you… Fucking you… Working on these proud titties of yours too, clamping them like the girl in the binoculars, don’t you?”  Continuing to thrust her thumb in and out, rubbing the swollen clit with her forefinger as she masturbates Lynn’s drenched vagina, she continues, “You can feel him fucking you right now, can’t you?... You want him to fuck you just like that girl was fucked while everybody watched from this building, don’t you?”

“Ohhhh!... Oomph!... Huh huh!”  Sensing her stomach rumbling, her womb on the verge of spasms, pumping her hips, Lynn bites her lower lip, twists her head into the pillow with the vision of the blindfolded girl being brutally fucked, her breasts twisted, battered, the clamps dangling from the nipples as she’s suspended above that huge cock.  Rasping for breath, arching her back off the bed by her tautly stretching arms and legs, she succumbs to her fantasy and screams, “Yeeeeeesssss!.... Yeeessssssss!... Ohhh Yeeeessss!... I do… I do!”

Slipping her hand from Lynn’s spread thighs, gripping the damp towel above her head on the pillow; she harshly twists her face toward her own. “Look at me… I’m going to make sure that happens then,” She orders as she lifts herself upright on the side of the bed, “Anything familiar?”  Slipping her white robe off her shoulder, her slightly discolored globes jaunt outward above Lynn’s hazing eyes, the colorful dragon tattoo standing out above her dark, bruised nipple on her left breast.  “I know how you feel!... Soon you’ll know how I feel too!... After all,” She smirks, “How you think I pay for this apartment?”

END PART ONE