However, the exhilaration of wandering through the erotic art lined walls eventually wore off, especially as her feet were now becoming sore from the walking she had done in her stiletto pumps. Upon arriving at the cafe Michele ordered a cold tea and pastries. Enjoying the cream cakes and cup of tea Michele, who was by now lost in thought wondering just what the next sexual surprise would bring, suddenly became aware that someone was looking at her intently. The woman who was admiring her was about three tables away. Michele noticed that she was a very familiar slim, athletic and elegant woman, with large breasts, as Michele racked her brain going over the people with whom she had been introduced to, and made love to, since arriving in Paris. This woman did not fit any recollection of her previous sexual encounters over the last ten days. What was more, Michele realized that the woman was at the very least in her mid 50's and all the women she had met and had sexual encounters with were all somewhat younger.
The woman had soft brown eyes, which nevertheless seemed to bore into Michele's. The woman smiled and Michele found herself returning the smile, as Michele now found herself again to be more than mildly sexually excited at the prospect of getting to know the beautiful older woman whose eyes were now drawing her in to a new sexual trap. However, before she could say anything, the waitress came to the table to ensure that all was well, whereupon Michele asked her if she knew the lady at the nearby table. Michele explained that she thought she had been introduced to her previously, but was unsure and had no wish to offend the lady. The waitress, who herself was beautiful, had no need to look, as she said, "Oh oui Madame, of course you know her, that is the world famous Countess Marilyn de Nouville, you know, the former Princess of Yorkshire, have you met?"
"Er no, Thank you so much, I think she just bears a resemblance to a lady to whom I was introduced yesterday." Michele lied, as she realized that she, when she was a child, along with millions of others had watched her marry Prince Harry shortly before he died from an assassin's bullet.
The waitress then went away with a shake of her head and sotto voce added "Ah les anglais, pouf."
Michele then noticed the Countess get to her feet, as she again smiled in Michele's direction and walked towards the ladies room. Michele watched her, and as the beautiful princess opened the door of the ladies she inclined her head and gave a nod for Michele to follow. Giving her a few moments, Michele got up and followed, even if she did not fully understand why, except that she sensed that it was all part of yet another sexual adventure that had been so perfectly planned. Once inside the ladies room, Michele saw that there were two cubicles, one of which was occupied; however, there was no sign of the Countess, so Michele assumed she was in the cubicle.
Entering the vacant one, Michele closed the door and before using the toilet had a quick glance round. It was then that she noticed a small hand mirror being placed on the floor by a long elegant hand. The fingers ending in familiar blood red nails that were absolutely perfect. Bending over she took the mirror in her hand and looked at the reflection. She was looking with a worms eye view of two stockinged legs, placed well apart. As her gaze traveled up the legs passed the thighs where the stockings were tightly suspendered she gave a little gasp as her eyes alighted on the Countess' cunt, which was absolutely hairless with the labia already swollen. She then watched as the Countess turned, with her legs slightly bent, and peed into the toilet bowl. Michele could not take her eyes off the spectacle in the mirror, after which the Countess finished and then gently wiped herself and then squatted on the seat as she then bent down and took the mirror from Michele's fingers, tilted the glass, and then said in a proper English manner, "Your turn."
Despite all of her sexual activity since her arrival in Paris, he last week, Michele had never peed in front of anyone before, not even her husband, yet now there was something very exciting about peeing for the Countess, as she hoisted her skirt, bent her knees and then used her fingers to direct her pee into the bowl. Then, after wiping herself she noticed the mirror being removed, after which the Countess said, "Bravo, would you like to accompany me to my museum apartment, I think we could have many things in common. I shall wait for you whilst washing my hands and perhaps we can speak"
Upon leaving the cubicle, Michele approached the famous woman, whose face bore a striking resemblance to her deceased mother in law, Princess Diana. The Countess was washing her hands at the same time watching Michele in the mirror, with a smile on her face, when she said, "Cherie, bravo, you have so excited me, the same for you, n'est ce pas?"
"Oh Countess" Michele replied in English, "Frankly I do not know what I am feeling."
"Non, non, Countess, pah, my name is Marilyn, s'il tu plait, see I do not use the French 'vous' we must be friends, intimate, very intimate friends, No?" Turning to the younger woman Marilyn drew her closer and looking into her eyes she gently kissed her on the
mouth.
Michele's fear and apprehension quickly fell away, as she found herself returning the Englishwoman's kiss and gently pushed her tongue into Marilyn's welcoming mouth. The Countess reciprocated and their tongues entwined, licking and sucking, Michele's hand then found one of Marilyn's breasts, the nipple already hard. Then gently, but purposefully the Countess disengaged and quickly took Michele's hand made as to leave the ladies powder room.
"No wait a moment, I haven't yet washed. Neither have I paid my bill." murmured Michele, but Marilyn took no notice.
"Come cherie, the bill will be added to my account, for I am the boss. You do still wish to come to my apartment, you have no-one waiting?"
Once in the elevator, Marilyn took hold of Michele's left hand and placed it between her thighs.
"Feel me Michele, please, feel how wet I am." she said opening up her thighs and pulling her skirt high.
Needing no further invitation Michele ran her left hand up over the tight stocking, over the thighs, in her minds eye she could again see the hairless mound with its swollen labia but now her fingers touched a very open very wet pussy. Running her fingers around the thick glistening lips Michele slipped her fingers inside.
Marilyn groaned, "Oooh ooh cherie, you like my cooz, my pussy what do you American's say, You like my cunt?"
"I love it Countess, I can hardly wait to push my tongue in, I want to lick you, to suck your clitoris, Marilyn, it has been too long since I touched another woman. Now I want to fuck you with my tongue, you understand?"
"Yes, yes yes, darling, slow down, we are almost at my apartment and I am almost cumming, I do not want to come just yet. " After the elevator stopped, the two of them walked down the hall and entered Marilyn's apartment, for she was the curator of the museum and its chief benefactor. Skidding to a halt the Countess flung open her door. "Come come cherie, we are home. Come darling and fuck me."
Michele expected the Countess to take her right there on the desk, instead the Englishwoman turned, taking Michele in her arms again, but this time her hands were busy at the fastenings of Michele's tight skirt, which eventually fell to the floor revealing Michele's nude body. Quickly unfastening her own dress, the older woman allowed it to fall to the floor revealing that she was wearing a Basque, her nipples poking through holes were hard, swollen and dark red. Michele saw this in a moment before the Countess took her across to a large pile of gaily colored cushions that covered the floor.
"Now quickly cherie, darling Michele, darling I want to cum" pulling a willing Michele down with her and deftly turning so that Michele found her head between Marilyn's thighs, the hairless mound and full lipped very wet cunt immediately in front of her face. Michele needed no second invitation, as she sank her face and active tongue into the maw of the Countesses quim, the musky smell of an aroused female lifting her own sexual excitement to new heights. Her tongue quickly found the now engorged clit of the older woman. The royal clit was hard and the biggest Michele had ever seen, for it stood proud from its clitoral hood like a small prick and Michele joyously licked and then sucked it into her mouth while her tongue savored the salty flavor.
It was not all one sided as the Countess' slim fingers parted the whisps of dark curls that still covered Michele's mound, for her labia too was wet and swollen and soon both women were engrossed in a deep sixty-nine probing, sucking and licking until with a groan and an agonized cry the Countess stretched her legs wide and cried out "Aargh ma cherie ma "cheerrrrrieeeeeeeee... oooohhhhh I'mm cummminggggggg, I, I, I'm cuuummmingggggggg...darling. Suck my clitoris ooh I'm ccccccccuuuuuuummming."
As the Countess's hips fucked Michele's face, and as she shuddered in orgasm, Michele came too in a long guttteral groan as she dug her face deeper into the Countess's cunt, after which the now sweaty woman basked in the after glow. Eventually, after making out and savoring the feeling of their mutual orgasm, Marilyn climbed to her feet as Michele realized that she was still dressed, with the Countess still in her Basque.
Crossing to a small table the Countess poured out two glasses of wine.
"Now that we are lovers, would you be interested in having some more fun before you go to join your Indian friends at the Bukkake party?" she asked.
As the Countess handed her a flute of wine, Michele stretched on the cushions and asked, "Oh yes Countess, but what is a 'Bukkake' party?"
"You will find out more about Bukkake later, but right now, let us take a shower and then I will have a lovely surprise for you," the Countess said as she picked up an old fashioned telephone, dialed a number, and then spoke in rapid French.
"Come Cherie, bring your wine, I will show you where you can shower, not together of course, for we would take a long time and we need to be back here in 30 minutes. Oh, after you are showered, and if you like, you will find some erotic lingerie in the bedroom, just help yourself."
Once back in the lounge, after Michele had showered, the Countess was pleased to see that Michele had chosen a red Basque with and under wired bra that lifted her breasts but left them completely uncovered. Michele also had put on a matching pair of crotchless panties. The whole of her body was covered with a long black lace negligee that heightened the sexuality, but hid nothing. The Countess herself wore a rubber suit in black that was molded to her figure from her shoulders to calves, so that just her nipples poked through two small holes encircled ion red, while her shaven mound was visible through the cutaway crotch.
Lovely my dear" said the Countess, when suddenly a bell peeled through the apartment and she left the room to return in a few seconds with a tall black woman dressed in a fur coat. To Michele's startled gaze the woman was the image of the famed cult actress Grace Jones. The black woman then allowed the fur to slip to the floor and revealed herself to be naked except for a micro skirt. Her breasts were full with purple, almost black nipples. Michele noticed that her aureoles were a deep brown then, with a word from the Countess, the black woman dropped the micro skirt, to reveal a sight that left Michele astounded and breathless, for she suddenly found herself looking a a thick long ebony prick, which was immediately becoming hard.
"A man?" Michele questioned.
"Oh no Cherie, not a man, some would call her a freak, but Eloise is simply a hermaphrodite, although she has that absolutely wonderful tool, that magnificent horse cock, between her legs, but my dear she also has a cunt as hungry as yours or mine..."
Michele was in awe at the artist who stood before her as she looked up from between Eloise's legs into her eyes, marveling at her butch haircut, while below, the massive black cock, which was already hard and curving upwards towards Eloise's stomach, began to twitch in anticipation..
It was at this point that the Countess directed Michele to sit in a wooden hard back chair, after which Eloise bent her knees and squatted just above Michele's face so that she could see her womanhood just behind the curving meaty manhood. Contrasting with her dark black skin, Eloise's labia was swollen and colored in a deep pink. Instinctively, Michele reached up and sank two fingers into the wet channel as Eloise offered her mammoth dick to Michele's mouth, who in turn opened her mouth wide to accommodate the enormous bulblike helmet of the cock that she quickly sucked into her mouth running her tongue around the head and probing the sensitive pee slit.
As Michele sucked and licked the prick she became aware of movement behind Eloise, as she saw the Countess now wearing a large strap on cock that was every inch a long and as black as the one Michele was sucking. From behind. the latex dick probed the entrance to Eloise's cunt as Michele assisted by using her free hand place the head into Eloise's wet love channel. As the dildo slid home Eloise sighed, arched her back and spread her legs, so as to open up still more to allow the Countess the freedom to fuck her deeply.
Eventually, after nearly 15 minutes of sucking and fucking, the Countess ordered Michele to release the magnificent tool in her mouth and to gather some cushions on the floor, after which she was to kneel on all fours and offer her pussy to the shemale's cock. After Michele was placed in position on the floor, the trio then fucked with gusto as the two black cocks slid in and out of the two eager women. However, after several minutes, much to the initial dismay of Michele, who was desperate to cum, Eloise suddenly disengaged herself, but then laid down on the cushions to offer her cunt to the Countess. Eloise then urged Michele to squat facing the Countess and to lower herself on to its cock.
Once Michele was impaled on the shemale's massive tool, she and the Countess were now so close together they kissed deeply while they fucked and were being fucked, with the older woman's nipples rubbing against Michele's. As they kissed and tongued each other, their hard sensitive nipples rubbed together, as each reached down to rub the others clit. Both women were soon on the verge of coming when suddenly from down below, Eloise started to cum. The sudden shock of which, to Michele, caused her to experience a new erotic sensation, for while she may have expected Eloise to cum like a man, she was caught off guard as Eloise's special brand of hot pee like cum shot up inside her as Michele cried out, "Oh gawd ooooooooohhhhhhh gawddddddd ooooooooooh yessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!"
As Michele was launched into a nether world of orgasmic release, the Countess quickly got to her feet, lifted up the dildo, opened herself up with two fingers and then cummed straight onto Michele's sweaty tits. The sight of the Countess' squirting cum sent Michele off into another paroxysm of orgasm as she too knew she wanted to join the two women and shouted out that she too was going to cum. With Eloise's long dick still embedded in her, Michele leaned back and spread her cunt with two fingers as the Countess groaned with delight and quickly covered Michele's quim with her mouth as the much younger woman started to cum. The erotic sight of which caused the Countess to suddenly erupt in another series of squirting orgasms all over Michele's face. However, the sexual action was far from over as the Countess, Eloise, and Michele continued making love to one another in every womanly way possible.
Several hours later, after Michele, the Countess, and Eloise had completely exhausted themselves, the telephone rang, at which time the three first showered, and then sat Michele down in front of a mirror to prepare her new face, that of a geisha, in preparation for a special event the Countess called Bukkake. During the application of her white make up and specially made wig, the Countess told Michele the sad story of the Madame Butterfly, and how the story of Cio-Cio-San was a lesson for those who are looking for love. After Michele was presented with her new face, she was shocked to see just how truly foreign and exotic she looked as a geisha, the sight of which caused her pussy to stir; however before she knew it the Countess had ordered her to place on her feet traditional Japanese split toed stockings and sandals, as well as a special g-string that was emblazoned with the Japanese military flag, after which she was wrapped in a heavy red kimono.
It was at this point as the still naked Countess and Eloise admired their new creation, that the Countess explained that she was soon to be leaving for a party at the residence of a Japanese diplomat, who was also a patron of the Paris Museum of Oriental Art, where she would be the guest of honor for a special display of a very ancient Japanese art. As the naked women were helping Michele secure the sash of her kimono, Atikur and Anjun entered the Countess's bedroom, their heads now shaved bald and dressed in ancient Japanese samurai costumes. Upon seeing her young lovers, she suddenly realized that it had been several hours since they had ditched her. However, instead of being mad she simply smiled at them, for they had obviously put a great deal of work in preparing for her special day exploring the sensual side of the Paris art world.
Upon seeing her young lovers Michele tried at first to embraced them, but was held firm by the Countess who reminded her that she was now a geisha, and as such she was not to speak unless spoken to, and that her samuari masters were now her voice. Minutes later, as Atikur and Anjun escorted geisha Michele to the waiting limosene, she turned around and bowed to the Countess and Eloise, saying in a meek fake Japanese voice that she was grateful to them for all she had experienced in the last several hours at the museum. To which the Countess replied, with a bow of her own, "No Michele-san, it is I who should thank you. I hope you can join me and my friends soon at the Roissy."
Afterward, as Michele wondered what exactly the Roissy was, she listened intently as Atikur explained to her how the Japanese ambassador to France, a mysterious man named Nishiyama-san, had days before asked the Countess to provide several of his Japanese guests, at a private party at the ambassador's residence. It was at this point that Michele asked, in a demure voice, about what type of party it was. Upon which, Atikur explained that in feudal Japan, during the many samurai wars, there was a special ritual called Bukkake that these ancient warriors performed as a way to clear their minds before a big battle, and that the Japanese ambassador, himself a patron of the Countess's museum, and a good friend of Kincaid's asked if he had any willing students to provide a demonstration. Anjun then took over and explained that the ritual originally was done using a trained geisha, but since Paris had none, the ambassador suggested that a French woman, dressed in a Japanese geisha outfit, would be an acceptable substitute.
The history behind the Bukkake ceremony was that centuries ago, on the battlefields of the Kanto plain, in what is now MegaTokyo, the warriors of the feudal warlords often were left without any female companionship, thus they had no outlet for their manly urges. The only woman that any soldier ever saw, were the geisha who regularly visited and serviced the warlord. One such warlord, upon seeing just how clear his mind was, after having spent an amorous night with a young geisha, learned the next day after a battle in a town called Bukkake, which his troops should have easily won, that most of his men not been with a woman for months, thus he decided to perform a cleansing ritual, with his young and demure geisha at the center. With the geisha kneeling in the center, the warlord's soldiers formed a giant circle and proceeded to masturbated until each was called to approach the girl and spray onto her face his built up essence, the sticky remains of which she collected in a silver plate that she held under her face. Afterward, when the last soldier had finished, the warm and salty spunk would then be poured into a large box like sake cup, which she would then drink down, as all around her the samurai yelled out Banzai! Among the rules of the Bukkake ritual established by the warlord, was the tradition of the geisha, after having swallowed the souls of a million unborn samurai, then being defiled in any way the virgin samurai, as a way of making them truly men, before heading off to die in battle.
Upon hearing the description and the history of the Bukkake ceremony, Michele was stunned and more than a little turned on as she felt her pussy juice dripping onto the small Japanese battle flag that was now wedged tightly over her cunt. covered her laughed. The thought of playing the part of a geisha was more than just exciting, it was sexually intoxicating, for she could not believe that such a decadent ritual existed. As she noticed the limosene turning onto the Champs Elysse, Michele looked at Anjun, whom she sensed was falling in love with her and said to him, "Well, since I am a geisha, don't you think that it might be best if you taught me some Japanese, at least a few words?" To which Anjun simply shook his head and smiled.
After having been taught the basics of how she was to present herself, and what phrases and words she should say, Michele told the boys that she was REALLY looking forward to the ritual. She then told them about her first gang bang at the Paris gym, but they assured her that this was going to be different especially since she was going to be required, at the end, to drink a whole glass of cum. As Michele listened to the brothers brief Japanese language lesson, she quickly realized that, ever since she had arrived in Paris, she had ingested a large amount of cum before, but it had been in individual doses, directly from the source. She then leaned against the car door, and gently moved her hand inside and down her secured kimono, and began to finger her pussy while she listen to them, which she then eventually took out of her cunt and then brought them to their mouths, which they then licked clean, after which she then placed them back into her kimono protected pussy.
As they continued to watch, the brothers looked at her as Anjun suddenly smiled again and said, "Kincaid was right when he told us that you would be right for this part."
When they got to the place where she was to be the center of attention, so to speak, Atikur took Michele's hand and walked her into the back of the Japanese ambassador's residence and down a long corridor. Anjun then told Michele that the ambassador had invited a few more people than had originally been planned. To which Michele asked, "How many more?"
"Well let's just say that there must be 75 to 100 men in the next room, all of whom are Japanese, and all of whom are dressed like we are. It's as if they are all extra's in a samurai movie," Anjun said.
To which Michele replied, in her false Japanese accent, "Well then my lovers Anjun-san and Atikur-san, let's get the party started. I'm ready."
However, before they made their entrance, the ambassador wanted to meet with Michele and the brothers in his private study, so as to personally thank them for making themselves available to explain, and the perform the ancient warrior purification ritual.
Upon the entry to the ambassador's study, Michele noted that all around the office of who Anjun later told her were pictures and paintings of the great Japanese writer and poet, Yukio Mishima, whose writings and poetry Michele would some day come to be intimately familiar during her mission to Japan. The ambassador's name was also Mishima, and he explained to the three as they sat on the floor and shared a cup of traditional green tea, called Matcha, that he had learned of the Bukkake ceremony from the Countess, who herself was an expert in all things Japanese. The Countess, before pursuing her professional interests, had, as a young college girl, studied and lived for many years in Japan, eventually completing her training as a Maiko, in Kyoto, before returning home to England. Mishima-san then asked Michele (or as he called her Michele-san) if she knew anything about Japan, to which Michele simply nodded her head no, remembering that she was now playing the part of the geisha and that, since she was clearly going to be the only female in a crowd of over a hundred naked men, it was best to say as little as possible, so as to not offend their host.
Not too long after finishing their tea, Mishima-san looked at his watch and announced that it was now time for the ceremony to begin, as he then led the three into the main banquet hall, which was void of any human voices, but was instead filled with the sounds of traditional Japanese koto music. As they entered Anjun told Michele not to look around the room, but instead to follow him as he showed her where she was to kneel. However, despite the order for her not to look around, Michele could not help but notice all of the older and middle aged men, all of whom Mishima-san had explained earlier were overseas members of the legendary Tatenokai. The one thing that all of the men had in common, beside the fact that they were Japanese, was that all of them were playing with themselves silently as they watched as Michele was led to the center of the room, whereupon Anjun removed her kimono, then instructed her to kneel in the seiza position, handed her the plate and then told her to hold it under her face so the cum would be gathered as it dripped off her face. However, despite the fact that she was more than a willing participant, Anjun whispered into her ear that if she got nervous he would take her away and she didn't have to finish, to which just replied with a mischieveous smile and wink.
For the men in the room, upon seeing the young and naked body of the faux geisha, their cocks all instantly sprang to life in anticipation of watching and being a part of the one of the most ancient of Japanese warrior ceremonies. The reason for this gathering of the Tatenokai, which had resurrected itself during the early century naval skirmishes with China and Korea, was to rededicate themselves to the service of the new Emperor, and to pledge themselves as new samurai of the 21st Century. All of the men in the room were among the top governmental and business leaders in Japan's large overseas contingent. Present for the Bukkake ceremony were all of Japan's European ambassadors, numerous top level executives in the European division of several famous Japanese companies including the largest of them all, the GENOM Corporation. The idea for the ritual originally came from the Countess, as she and the ambassador were now part time lovers. She was the one who had told Mishima-san all about the ancient ritual, and that she wondered why more Japanese corporations had not revived the ancient ritual. The Countess then explained to Mishima-san that, as part of her geisha training, as a college student, she had been a participant in several in Tokyo that were held by a number of leading Japanese corporations.
Thus the idea for the Bukkake ceremony was born; however, in order to perform it correctly, Mishima-san learned, only two men in all of Europe had ever studied the ancient ritual, Atikur and Anjun, the two who now were readying themselves and their geisha for the three hour long ceremony. The ceremony began as Mishima-san welcomed the assembled men, and then read, in Japanese, a message from the emperor:
"Welcome my countrymen, to one of the most ancient of warrior ceremonies, that of the Bukkake, a ceremony in which each of you shall clear from your body the seed which carries your name, so that you may be clear headed in your battle with the enemies of Nihon. However, fear not that your future descendants shall suffer a needless death, for here in front of you is the maternal symbol of Nihon, the geisha, who will, at the end of this ceremony, swallow your essence, and keep within her forever the spirit of Bushido."
"Please remember this my subjects, that in serving the country, it is dangerous to lack even one of the virtues of humanity, righteousness, etiquette and wisdom. It is forbidden to forget the great debt of kindness one owes to his master and ancestors and thereby make light of the virtues of loyalty and filial piety..... There is a primary need to distinguish loyalty from disloyalty and to establish rewards and punishments..... for it is written in the Four Books and Five Classics as well as in the military writings that in protecting the country, if one is ignorant in the study of literature, he will be unable to govern. Just as Buddha preached the various laws in order to save all living beings, one must rack one's brains and never depart from the Ways of both Warrior and Literary Man."
With those words the ceremony began as Atikur and Anjun stripped off their robes and reenacted a sword fight, utilizing real samurai swords, from the battle of Bukkake, at the end of which Anjun lost as his brother's nude body towered over him and asked Anjun, in rough Japanese, what was his last request before his death. To which Anjun responded by pointing at the kneeling Michele and said in broken Japanese, that his only dying wish was to pass on his warrior spirit to the fertile geisha, after which he, by his own hands, not those of his enemy, would commit seppuku. Atikur then eased off the blade of his brother's now bleeding throat, and ordered his 'enemy' to dispense of his manly essence, and then to take up his sword again, this time in a more fair fight.
Because of the fact that he had already been priming his pump, Anjun had no problem cumming onto Michele's face, after which he turned around and said, in Japanese and French, to the now standing men in the room, who continued to jack off, "Remember honorable warriors, when you are ready, simply move forward and shoot your sperm in her face, but remember, you can have no other contact with her."
As her young lover moved away, Michele looked at the audience and knew he had been right, there were a lot of men in this room, some sitting and slowly playing with themselves and some just standing looking at her. She didn't have to wait long, as a short chubby guy approached her and aimed his cock at her face as she suddenly felt his sperm hit her cheek, and what didn't hit her face then pooled onto the plate she was holding as he took his hand and milked his cock, as the rest of his cum came out onto his fingers, which he then flicked at her as the cum on his fingers flew and hit her forehead. After he was finished, she saw that a line had formed behind him,as another two approached her and aimed their cocks at her face and she felt their sperm hit her nose and cheek as a shot hit her eyes and she had to close them.. As the parade of cocks continued, Michele's face soon became soaked as the cum tickled her skin, running down her face, off of her chin and onto the plate. After several more cocks had discharged, she heard Atikur say, "I'm going to take the plate for a second."
Michele then felt the plate being removed from her hands, but it came back and the onslaught continued until and it seemed that her face was streaming all of the time now. This went on for what seemed like hours, although Michele really wasn't sure how long it had taken, until finally Atikur and Anjun, both of whom remained at Michele's side, taking from her the plates of cum and pouring them into a special sake cup, saw the last man, Ambassador Mishima, approach, which signaled that the ceremony was now ready for the final act of purity, the ingestion of the warriors essence.
After Mishima-san emptied his load, Michele felt a spoon scraping her face, as above her she felt someone wiping her eyes with a tissue, and the heavy plate was finally removed. Michele then opened her eyes, which was hard to do, since they felt like they were glued shut, and looked around the room. All around her the men were now sitting with their pants off staring silently looking at her. She then smiled a little and waited for her drink, as Anjun walked up in front of her and reached over her head to what must have been a serving tray, and grabbed the large liter sized sake cup, which he handed to Michele.
Michele looked in disbelief as Anjun handed her an the extra large cup that was filled to the brim with a white substance that looked like milk; however, she knew it wasn't, but she couldn't believe that this much cum had been shot into her face. She then looked at the audience, as Anjun whispered into her ear what to do next. After nodding that she understood, Michele stood up on her now wobbly legs, lifted her cup in a toast and said "kampai", which is a traditional Japanese toast, then put it to her lips and began to slowly drink. As she slowly swallowed the cum, Michele reminded herself that ever since her arrival in Paris, she had consumed a lot of spunk, but this was different, because it was not only thick and creamy, but there was a lot of it and the taste was very pungent. When she began to drink Michele had made up her mind she would finish it all, which she did as all around her the audience looked at her gulp down the last of the spiritual essence of the men who claimed to be the heirs to the ancient samurai, after which she licked her lips, looked out the room, and, as instructed, yelled "BANZI!!"
After Michele yelled out the traditional call to arms, a loud simultaneous cheer of banzai erupted throughout the room as the men began to clap as she was handed a glass of the extra amount and then drank what they had produced for her, until finally, when the glass was empty, she took her finger around the edge, gathered the last remaining bit and licked her finger clean. As she finished the glass, despite the fact her belly was now full, Michele suddenly wished she could have another glass or at least a nice warm shot from someone right now, as she lowered her head in reverence in a way she thought a Japanese geisha would, after which Atikur placed her kimono over her cum stained body and took her hand and led her to the back room where they had originally entered.
Once they were in the back room Michele asked Anjun if she had done all right, to which he replied that she had been fantastic and all of the men, in anticipation of her performance, had taken up a collection earlier, as he handed her an envelope with what she found out was over a thousand Euros in it. Anjun then told her that a couple of older men asked about a private blow job, and a few of them also wanted to know if they could fuck her. As Anjun was telling her this, Michele looked at where he had put the plate she had been holding, and noticed that it was still covered in cum.
Even though she had just swallowed nearly a half gallon of cum, Michele was by now so horney that she kneeled down and took the plate and put it to her lips and allowed the cum to flow into her mouth, after which she proceeded to lick the plate clean. From above Anjun watched, pulled his cock out and offered it to her, to which she simply began to suck him like the nymphomaniac she truly was. By now Michele was so fucking horny she couldn't stand it as her head moved faster and faster, while she made slurping sounds, until finally, after about two minutes Anjun couldn't stand it any longer and gave her another dose of cum for her distended belly.
After Anjun unloaded down her throat, Michele looked at him when they were finished and told him she was still so fucking horny that she couldn't believe it. Since she had awoken this morning she had been fucked by at least one woman, two statues, three men, as well as a hermaphrodite, after which she had been cummed on by close to a hundred men, after which she had been paid like a prostitute; however, despite it all she still needed more cock. Sensing that her needs had yet to be saited, Anjun looked into Michele's blue eyes, and noticed her white Kabuki face was covered in dried cum, not unlike the other day in class, when she had sucked off all of his classmates after she had helped demonstrate the techniques of Kama Sutra. As he gazed into Michele's loving eyes Anjun momentarily wondered, despite Kincaid's orders, if he should really walk into the main room and offer her up to whoever wanted to fuck her, or instead run away with her and keep her love all to himself.
However, before Anjun had a chance to make that decision, his brother entered through the door that led to the main room, grabbed Michele's hand, and then led her back into the room. There were still some people left, including the ambassador, talking and laughing, as Atikur asked them if anyone wanted to experience more of Michele-san, or the 'whore', as he called her in Japanese, as he informed them that she had yet to be satisfied. The request of which the remaining older men simply smiled and asked Anjun to take Michele back to Mishima-san's study.
By the time Anjun and Atikur brought Michele to the tatami matted study, there were already several men waiting for them. After entering the room, Atikur removed Michele's kimono and nodded to Mishima-san that she was now theirs to do with as they pleased. The first man that walked up was the Japanese ambassador to Russia, who had his cock in his hand and pushed on Michele's shoulders making her kneel in front of him, after which he fed his small sized cock into her mouth, grabbed her hair and then started to fuck her mouth for about three minutes until he started cumming. As Russian ambassador exploded in her mouth, Michele hungrily swallowed, after which he pulled free and she asked a the man who was built like a bodybuilder, who in fact was a Yakuza hit man, to step forward. As the Yakuza thug, moved in front of her and offered her his average sized cock, she looked up at him, winked, and then began to suck in earnest, until quickly he grunted, after a minute or so, and then grabbed her hair and held her tight as he poured his sperm into her mouth.
The next guy that came up told Michele, in broken English, to get on all fours, after which he reached down and pulled her rising sun g-string aside over her ass, then placed his cock to the entrance of her pussy and pushed in, after which he fucked her for the next five minutes, during which time another man with a larger cock moved in front of her and shoved his cock into her mouth. When the man that was in her pussy finally came and pulled free, Mishima-san, who seemed to have a eight or nine inch cock slowly slipped his cock into her tight ass, and began to fuck her in earnest, as she winced in slight pain as his cock invaded her unlubricated bottom. Eventually though the pain in her ass turned to pleasure while in front of Michele the man in her mouth began to cum hard, while behind her Michima-san deposited his load of cum deep into her tight ass. Finally after everyone was done, the brothers asked if anyone wanted to go again, but by now they all seemed finished for the evening.
After saying their sayonaras, and bowing incessantly, the brothers led Michele back to another room near the rear entrance, where, once the door had closed, and she had put her kimono back on, Michele looked at the brothers and thanked them both with deep soulful kisses. Michele then later then promised, as they made their way to the limousine, that she would suck their cocks all the way to their apartment. True to her word, when the three of them got into the car, Michele pulled off her kimono and knelled on the floorboard of the spacious vehicle, and took each one of their cocks into her mouth. As the limousine slowly made its way back to the brothers apartment, the three of them made long and slow love as the lights of Paris slowly went by. By now the time was late and day had given way to night, as Michele reveled in her role of being the geisha and the object of desire of not only men, but a princess, an ambassador, a world famous artist, and at least a hundred of the most powerful men in Japan. For Michele, tonight was only a sample of the pleasure she could expect under the tutelage and care of the Countess, who had arranged everyone of the day's carnal trysts, including her encounter with the statue, whom she was assured would be waiting in stone silence for her return to the museum tomorrow, along with several other 'statuesque' men...
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