My name is Emi Haneko Adams, a twenty-six year-old fourth generation American, half-Japanese on my mother's side and half-American on my father's side. My parents met at USC in the 1970s while my mother was an exchange student. With my "hapa" (half-Japanese) features, I was sought after during my teens and early twenties as a popular model in Japan, Hawaii, and California. I starred in countless ads for fashionable clothing, cosmetics, and more recently, high-end lingerie. It helped that I was 5'8" in height with firm breasts, small waist, 110lbs., with natural pouty lips, fine shoulder-length hair, and long, shapely legs—perfect assets for modeling jobs.

Nearly a "supermodel" by Asian standards, I had steady jobs and earned enough from many gigs to finance my college education at UCLA, ending with a double major in international business and Japanese studies. Now, at twenty-six years old, I was ready for a career as a consultant in Japan for corporations doing business in the USA. Being bilingual and bicultural (and not bad-looking!) should give me an advantage.

Shortly after graduation, my boy friend of one year, Masa Ishida from Tokyo, made an offer that I could hardly refuse. Already back in Japan, he emailed me to visit him at his family home in Izu, not far from Tokyo. Masa was from a wealthy family with many businesses based in the Tokyo area and lived in their second home in Jogahama, a "second home" city for Tokyo millionaires.

I immediately accepted, knowing that it would be a perfect chance for me to explore consultant opportunities in Tokyo, while enjoying the beautiful neighborhood and grand scenery of Jogahama, an area renown for its rugged, rocky coastline. Masa had one small request, to pick up a package in Hawaii on the way to Tokyo. I didn't ask why since he was picking up the cost for the plane fare. Anyway, it would be a good chance to stop in Hawaii for a few days.

Set to depart in a few days on Japan Air Lines from LAX, I began packing for the trip--shorts, t-shirts, and bikinis for the Honolulu stopover--and more professional clothes for meetings in Japan. It was still late May, so it was not necessary to pack a lot of warm clothes. I settled on lighter "cool biz" (cool business) clothing appropriate for the business meetings I expected, and more comfortable during the warmer summer months in June to August. "Cool biz" was the best thing that the Japanese government promoted to conserve energy; everyone was encouraged to dress more casually during the summer, including ditching the mandatory black business suits worn year-round.

I decided that I should not dress too casually, despite the "cool biz" campaign; potential contractors probably looked down on foreigners who dressed too casually. In addition to dark business skirts and coats, I also packed my finest lingerie and hosiery, one of my few pleasures. I got hooked on sexy lingerie and stockings while doing some modeling for various high-end lingerie companies. With my long, wavy brown hair, blue-green eyes, and slender build, I was especially in demand for lingerie ads.

At first, I was uncomfortable posing provocatively in the finest panties and bras before mostly guys in the studio. I also had to model high quality hosiery ranging from pantyhose to RHT stockings and seamed full-fashioned stockings, but I got used to it and considered it as just a job. But the sexy feel of wearing risqué garter belts and stockings aroused me so much that I had to be careful to not soak my nearly transparent panties. There were photo shoots when I had to carry tissue to soak up the pussy juices. After shoots, I would often get to keep the lingerie and stockings, so I accumulated quite a stash of sexy underclothing over the years. I had become an addict of sexy underwear!

I rejected the trend toward cheap pantyhose—or worse, no hosiery at all! I enjoyed the sleek, sensual feel of 10-15 denier stockings held up by erotic garter belts and supplemented by the sheerest panties available. I was hooked by vintage hosiery made by Dior, Hanes, Belle-Sharmeer, and other fine manufacturers of first-class stockings. My favorites were RHT and seamed stockings, which hinted at what was hidden beneath my more conventional clothing. For this trip to Japan, I planned to surprise Masa with my sexiest outfits. He had not seen me for a few months and would be beside himself when he gave me a "feel job" and discovered the prizes awaiting him! It never failed to get him all turned on when I wore my favorite lingerie and nylons.

The departure date finally came and I made my way to LAX a couple of hours early. The flight was on time, as expected by Japanese punctuality. I checked in my one suitcase and proceeded to the TSA security check area. I presented my American passport and boarding pass to the TSA agent and was directed to the inspection line. My only concern was that I was wearing a six-strap garter belt and stockings under my comfortable sweater dress. I just hoped that the metal garter clips would not set off the TSA alarms! On many occasions, I had slipped through TSA security without any problems. Perhaps I had become complacent.

Removing my 3" sling back shoes, I remembered that I was wearing RHT stockings! Oh, well, perhaps no one would notice or care since they were so rare. I also took out my laptop and placed it in a separate tray. My carry-on bag was next. Would the TSA inspector notice that I had a truckload of lingerie and stockings? Would all the metal garter clasps get their attention as potential explosive devices?

Everything on the conveyor belt passed through OK. Then, the TSA inspector asked me to step to the side for wanding. A little nervous, I stepped behind a partition with two feet printed on the floor. The male TSA agent instructed me to hold up my arms and to spread my feet apart. "I'm sorry, ma'am, there's no other agents available, so I will have to conduct the wanding."

I replied, "That's okay, go ahead." The TSA agent ran the metal detecting wand along my arms, then down my sides, around my waist, then down my legs. He paused mid-thigh when the wand detected the metal garter clasps. He paused and advised me that he would have to manually examine me. He then ran his hands up and down my upper legs and stroked the garter straps a couple of times, trying to determine what he was feeling. "What's this?"

"I'm wearing old-fashioned nylon stockings held up by garters. It's more comfortable than pantyhose. Do you really need to check?"

The agent replied, "I'm sorry, but I will have to verify that." He crouched down and proceeded to lift up the hem of my sweater dress and ran his hands up both my legs, inside my thighs, then outside, and back up along the back. He delicately stroked the sleek nylon stockings and paused at my stocking tops, and continued up to the back of my sheer panties. He was kneeling down as he closely inspected my upper legs, his face a few inches from my legs, perhaps more thoroughly than necessary. I could feel his hot breath on my thighs. After feeling me up more than adequately, he seemed satisfied. He lowered the hem of my dress and said, "Okay, you are free to go."

I noticed that he had difficulty standing, and that he had a huge pointy bulge in his trousers when he got up! I retrieved my sling back shoes and put them back on, as well as the rest of my carry-on luggage. I must admit that I was got moist from being “felt up” by a TSA agent. His stroking of my nylon-covered legs reminded me too well of Masa's foreplay when he warmed me up before plunging his huge dick into my pussy. I would see him soon enough after arriving in Japan. I could hardly wait.

Part II

The flight from LAX to Honolulu was heavenly. Masa was really generous in getting me business class. I was treated like a princess with extra wonderful service, fine dining, and unlimited drinks. The six-hour flight seemed fairly short. We landed in the early evening and I quickly got to my hotel in Waikiki by taxi. Masa again was very generous and booked an oceanfront suite in a 5-star hotel.

After checking in, I unpacked and prepared to take a nice, long shower. I slipped out of my sling back shoes and took off my sweater dress, leaving me in my lacy bra, matching garter belt, and dark stockings. I was about to hit the shower, but I had a naughty idea for a little adventure in paradise. I slipped on the hotel's white bathrobe and slippers and headed to the elevator. In the in-flight magazine, I had read about this hotel’s unique "infinity pool" which seemed to disappear into the ocean.

It was already night, so I had a risqué idea to slip into the pool in my underwear and stockings. Everybody would be busy partying on Kalakaua Avenue, the main drag through Waikiki, so I should have the pool all to myself. I don't know why, but wet stockings have been a fantasy of mine for a long time, especially in risky outdoor settings. I guess I am an exhibitionist at heart, which may explain why I enjoyed modeling sexy lingerie and stockings in front of guys with hard-ons!

When I got downstairs and poolside, sure enough, there was no one around. I found a deck chair next to the pool and pulled off my bathrobe, leaving me only in my lingerie and dark tan RHT stockings. I stepped into the pool unseen. After the long flight from LAX, it felt so refreshing to immerse myself in the cool pool. I stroked my wet stockings and sheer panties and could feel myself heating up inside.

The pool lights illuminated my body as I swam back and forth in the twenty-meter long pool, then I suddenly realized that someone in a balcony above could see me half-naked! But then, I thought, who cares. After over twenty minutes in the pool, I stepped out and covered myself up with the bathrobe. I retired to my suite for a good night's rest. Next day, I was supposed to meet someone at the hotel to pick up a package for Masa.

Part III

Next morning, all I knew was that the person I was to meet was a local guy named "Kimo." Masa described him as a part-Hawaiian, about 30, 5'10", and husky. We were supposed to meet in the lobby of my hotel at 8 sharp. I would recognize him in his surfing t-shirt and red board shorts. Sure enough, a guy fitting Masa's description showed up exactly at 8. I went up to him and verified that he was Kimo. After he was satisfied that I was Masa's girl friend, all he said was, "Here's the package for Masa." That was it! The package was nondescript, weighed about two pounds, and about the size of a loaf of bread. My assignment, if I chose to accept it, was to take it to Tokyo and deliver it to Masa. Before I could say anything, Kimo was gone.

Next thing for me was to pack up for the next day's flight. I would get a good night's sleep after dining alone at one of the finest restaurants in Hawaii.

I checked out the next morning and took a limo to the airport for my early afternoon flight to Haneda International Airport. Masa had booked me in business class so that I would be pampered during the nine-hour flight. For this leg, I decided to dress up suitably for business class. Under a loose-fitting, comfortable sundress, I wore my sexiest lingerie—matching sheer baby blue bra, lacy garter belt, and hi-cut panties complemented by the sheerest Hanes RHT stockings in my favorite color, Barely There.

Hanes stockings were impossible to find in stores, but readily available online through eBay at $20-30 per pair. Over the years, I stocked up on my favorite size, 9-1/2 long, which perfectly fit my long, slender legs. I never bothered with slips, so at times, my garter belt straps and stocking tops showed through any light-colored dress or skirt I might be wearing. My sundress was off-white, so the garter straps, metal clips, and dark stocking tops peeked through upon close inspection—but no one expects to see stockings nowadays, so I wasn't concerned at all. My pussy got worked up, though, as I knew what I secretly wore underneath my normal-looking clothing.

I had to go through TSA screening at the Honolulu International Airport. This time, I again had to remove my shoes, exposing my dark reinforced heels and toes. But this time, I had also had to undergo a new full body scan recently installed as a pilot project. The thought of some screener viewing the body scan image excited me. It would be like a strip search! Inside the scanner, I had to raise my arms and spread my legs. I wonder what the screener was able to see—probably the clear outline of my underwear and perhaps my stockings! The TSA agent waved me through to pick up my shoes, laptop, and the rest of my carry-on baggage. Almost disappointed about not being searched, I proceeded to the first-class lounge to wait for early boarding.

The boarding and flight were uneventful and we arrived as scheduled at Haneda International Airport. The only thing that concerned me was that the questionnaire form given to passengers asked whether I had received anything from anyone to take on the flight. I didn't think anything of it and marked "no" on the form. I lied, actually—and it could come back to bite me. Should I have said, "yes?" I had no idea what was in the package—I was only asked to pick up a package in Honolulu. No big deal, right?

I fortunately cleared customs and immigration control at Haneda without any problems. I was so relieved! I caught a cab and proceeded straight to another 5-star hotel in Tokyo where I was supposed to receive further instructions about the package and how to meet up later with Masa. It seemed a little mysterious, but I trusted that Masa knew what he was doing.

When I checked in at the hotel, there was a note at the front desk to leave the package there for pickup that night. So I left the package and went to my room. Beautiful suite, again! Masa really took care of me. I quickly slipped off my shoes and sundress to take a long, hot shower—stockings and all. It was actually efficient to take a bath and do some laundry at the same time. It felt so great to completely refresh myself after a long flight and a little stress going through customs and immigration. The hot water streamed down my lithe body leaving my sheer panties nearly transparent. My dark hose got even darker as it was soaked through. I would sleep well tonight!

Part IV

The next morning, I got a call from the front desk about a message left for me. The note simply said, "Bring all your baggage to the front lobby by 6 pm tonight. You will be met by a chauffeur who will take you to meet Masa." It seemed a little strange that Masa would not be coming to pick me up, but I was sure he had a reason—I figured that Masa must be busy and could not meet me in person.

So, I had the whole day to go shopping at my favorite department stores in Tokyo. I would buy some special clothes to dress up for Masa! I already knew what I was going to wear in the evening to see Masa—a white strapless slip dress that I picked up in LA. It was so sexy, especially with fine lingerie and stockings underneath to get Masa excited!

I was packed and ready to go at 6, and waiting anxiously in the lobby. I still had no idea what was in the package I picked up in Honolulu, but that wasn't my business. I was only the courier. I did my job, I left it for pickup.

At 6 sharp, a nicely dressed guy in his thirties entered the lobby and introduced himself in English with a heavy Japanese accent. "Hi, my name Jiro. I come take you to Masa. Please let me take bags."

"Hi, I'm Emi. Pleased to meet you. Thank you for coming to get me."

"This way, please. The car waiting in driveway." Jiro swiftly walked out of the lobby with my suitcase and carry-on bag. By the time I caught up with him, my bags were already in the trunk. Jiro opened the rear door for me and waved me into the back seat. As I slid in, my slip dress rode up my thighs and exposed some dark stocking tops. Jiro was bowing as I got in the car, so he probably got an eyeful of my stocking-clad legs. I thought I detected a slight grin as he slowly closed the car door.

Jiro stepped into the driver's seat on the right side. "Please relax. It take twenty-thirty minutes."

"Okay," I replied, "that's fine. By the way, where are we going?"

"We going to Tsukiji waterfront area. Masa wait for you."

"Hmmm," I thought, "why would we be going to the waterfront in the evening? I was expecting to go to an entertainment district of Tokyo, somewhere like Shinjuku or Shimbashi. Oh, well, Masa must have a good reason. Maybe he has a surprise for me--like I have for him."

As we navigated our way from the Shinagawa area near Haneda Airport toward the Tsukiji district, I was feeling excited about seeing Masa again after a couple of months apart. Not wearing any bra, my nipples firmed up against the silky slip dress. I let my left hand stroke my bare breasts under the silky slip dress while my right hand stroked my garter belt straps and metal clips through the thin slip dress. I imagined Masa's hands roaming up and down my nylon-clad legs. The thin nylon slip dress slid easily over my sheer stockings.

My fingers slid under the hem of my slip dress and made their way to my stocking tops, then across my bare upper thighs. I stroked my moist pussy through the sheer nylon of my scanty panties. The mere thought of Masa giving me a finger job got me worked up. I caught myself moaning a little when I noticed that Jiro was looking behind in the rear view mirror.

"We almost there, so you see boy friend soon."

Did he know what I was up to in the back seat? "Wait," I thought, "Where are we? We are far from the busy districts of Tokyo. I don't recognize anything. There are warehouses and shacks here—no office buildings or hotels." "Jiro," I asked, "where are we?" I was feeling a little nervous. It was so dark and spooky out here—not even street lights.

Jiro turned around and smiled, "You have big surprise waiting, I promise." With that, he suddenly turned into a graveled parking lot next to the wharf. It was pitch black with no lights at all. There was only one tiny shack ahead made of corrugated iron, one small window showing some light inside. As the car pulled up the shack, a huge, burly guy came out of the shadows. He came up to the car and opened the door on Emi's side. Jiro called out to his partner, "Goro, take her inside."

"Okay, get out," the 6-foot tall hulk commanded in broken English. I hesitated a second too long. Goro grabbed my slender wrist and pulled me out. The hulk picked me up like a bag of rice and hauled me to the shack in a fireman's carry, my stomach on his huge shoulder and legs dangling in front.

His grubby hands grasped my stocking-clad thighs, with stubby fingers wrapped around my stocking tops.

I kicked and flailed, flopping around on his shoulder, but to no avail. "Let me down, now!"

He ignored me as he hauled me into the shack and threw me down on a filthy mattress. I was now flat on my back with legs splayed open, exposing everything up to my sheer panties. I quickly pulled my slip dress down and tried to cover up. The hulk was menacingly huge with an enormous chest and hairy arms. I was afraid of what he was going to do to me.

Goro salivated at the sight before him. He now remembered Emi from countless ads everywhere in Tokyo—in trains, subways, on gigantic LED billboards in Shibuya. Her beautifully perfect hapa face and tall, slender body was so common that she was affectionately called, "Emi-chan," in social media. Goro had fantasized that one day, he could fuck someone so beautiful and desirable. This was a dream come true for him.

Goro opened up her purse which had fallen on the tiled floor, still covered with fish scales and unidentifiable scraps. The shack smelled of rotten fish. He found her passport and ID card. "Emi Haneko Adams, U.S. citizen, born in San Francisco, 1986, resident of Los Angeles."

"You no need these," Goro said. He tossed the ID and passport out the window of the shack into Tokyo Bay.

"Wait, wait, you can't do that? How will I return home?" I screamed.

Goro didn't even hear her. He dug around in her purse and found her brand new iPhone 5. Goro picked it up and tossed that into the bay as well. "There," he said, "you no need that too."

I was mortified. I had hoped that the iPhone would help authorities (and perhaps Masa) locate me in Tokyo using the "Find my iPhone" feature. But now I feared I may never be found!

"What... what, what am I doing here? I was supposed to meet Masa in Tokyo with a package I picked up in Honolulu. What's going on?” I tried to get up, but was pushed down with one finger by the hulk.

"Stay," Goro growled, "and I not hurt you."

But I was not about to obey willingly. I made a dash for the open door, but didn't get very far. The hulk caught me by my long hair and threw me on the rotting mattress. "Okay, I not be nice guy. I now make you stay down."

The hairy hulk grabbed me around the waist and pushed me face down against a table in the middle of the floor. He held my body down and used his stumpy legs to push apart my feet. "No move, or I hurt you." I was now bent over at the waist, spread-eagled with my white slip dress pulled up above my stocking tops.

I now felt completely helpless. The hulk then moved behind me and pulled up my slip dress to my waist, totally exposing my long model-legs, dark stockings, white garter belt and sheer panties. My cunt and asshole were covered only by sheer panties. I trembled with anticipation as I had never been treated like this before. Instead of having a romantic dinner with Masa, I was now being manhandled by manly thugs!

Goro admired the incredible view of Emi from behind. Emi had incredibly long legs, just like in the magazine ads—but her dark stockings were so erotic, extending from her beautiful feet all the way to nearly her crotch—all in full heavenly view! He crouched down low, slipped off her shoes, then slowly stroked her stocking feet. They felt so smooth to the touch. He admired the reinforced heels and toes, then put his face to her ass. He stuck his nose into her crack, pulled aside the edge of her panties, and thrust his rough tongue into her pussy. The musky smell of Emi’s cunt turned him on even more.

I didn’t struggle or try to get up off the table. I felt his saliva moistening my cunt. I writhed back and forth as I began to enjoy his probing tongue. I never felt so turned on in my life! Being pushed down on the table reminded me of the mild BDSM games some of my boy friends tried on me. Never before had I experienced BDSM with a huge man like Goro. The men I knew in college were such wimps!

"Ohhhh, don't stop,” I moaned. The hulk's tongue slipped in and out, deeper and deeper. The hulk then slowly ran his hands up and down my long, silky legs, sending a shudder through my body. Cunt juices started to flow and lubricated the hulk's tongue deeper and deeper. In and out, in and out, his tongue explored my tunnel of love. The hulk stood up and moved up against my firm ass. I heard him unzipping his jeans. I then felt a huge, stiff rod touch my ass. He slid the massive rod along my butt crack, back and forth on my sheer panties. My ass started rising and falling in rhythm with his dick. I couldn't see his dick, but imagined it was an inch or two in diameter and at least a foot long. How long could I take this?

I had never felt this way before, I felt close to exploding as the hulk played with my pussy, teasing the love button with his thrusting dong, which felt like a foot-long Polish hot dog. The hulk then pulled the edge of my panties aside and slid his dick right along my moistened cunt. I couldn't control myself anymore and got even closer to coming as the huge dick stroked back and forth. "He's about to plunge his cock into my pussy," I thought. But suddenly, Goro stopped and pulled back.

“Emi-chan, I stop now. Boss told me wait for Masa," Goro replied, “He in deep trouble. You and Masa switch packages in Honolulu so we cheated out of a million bucks. The package you bring to Japan junk. How you and Masa steal our staff, we don't know, but we find out tonight."

"Wait, wait.... I really don't know anything about the package. I was just told to pick up a package and bring it to Japan. That's all. That's the truth. Please wait! Masa can explain everything."

"Sorry, babe. We already beat up Masa and he no talk. So we going bring him here. Boss going find out."

I pleaded with Goro. "I really don't know anything. I'll talk to Masa. I promise."

"Tell you what, cutie," said the hulk, "I going take break and come back in few hours. Then, maybe Masa show up. Oh, I forgot. Tide coming in Tokyo Bay, so I hope Masa comes before high tide. Take care!"

"What the hell?" I was confused. And what's this about the tide? They're going to leave me alone for a while? I vowed then, ’’I’m going to kill Masa if I ever see him again!"

The hulk left the shack, leaving me alone in the room. I looked over to the side of the small room and noticed that the floor was wet, possibly by being soaked repeatedly over by the tides. There was a waterline on the walls, almost waist high.

"Wait," I thought, "if the tide comes in like Goro said, "I'm going to be underwater in a few hours!" "No, no, come back," I screamed. But no one was out there. I was all alone in this wreck of a shack in the middle of nowhere.

Part V

I lost track of time, but shortly, I felt my bare stocking feet getting wet. "The tide's coming in!" As the minutes ticked by, I felt the tide slowly moving up my nylon-covered legs—up to my ankles, then calves, then knees. In a few hours, the tide had moved up past my stocking tops. If someone didn't come soon, I would be underwater. Another hour or so passed and the tide now lapped at my waist. Now I was totally soaked by seawater with only my ass submerged by the rising tide. "How high will the tide come up," I worried. "I'm going to drown in here," I feared.

Just then, the hulk returned with a few other burly men following him into the shack. Standing on the stairs above the rising water, the hulk yelled, "How you doing? Ready to tell us more about package?"

"Let me gooooo," I struggled to shout. "I don't know anything." I pleaded. I was breathless with fear.

The boss-guy at the top of the stairs ordered the hulk to make Emi talk. "Goro, get the truth out of her, whatever you have to do." The boss-guy then turned around and walked out of the shack, followed by his henchmen. Goro, the beast, smiled and turned to me. "I know what you like.”

I trembled with anticipation as Goro shucked his jeans. Goro stripped then stepped into the rising tide. I then noticed that Goro had elaborate tattoos across his chest and along both arms.

"Ohhhhh," I thought," “they must be the infamous yakuza guys. This shack must be a hideout away from the law. I gawked at Goro's massive, hairy body with a foot-long dick slowly rising like a crossbar at a train crossing. “So that's what was teasing me earlier—stroking my cunt, stoking my juices.” I shuddered to think that he might plunge it into my glory hole, as I was not used to anything that large.

"Okay, talk," said the hulk. "What happened to package from Honolulu? We know you not bring in the stuff. We open suitcase. All we find was sexy clothes, fancy underwear and stockings, and package with rice. Rice? We not buy rice. Supposed to be high grade meth. What happened to the stuff Kimo gave you?”

"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just asked to pick up a package. That's all."

Now facing him, I got a better look at Goro. He was a huge guy, at least 200 pounds and 6 feet tall—built like a wrestler with huge hairy arms, hammy hands, and built like a Sherman tank. I imagined his dick was like a tank cannon because that's what it felt when he was rubbing his cock along my pussy.

Goro filled an old bucket with tap water, then doused me a few times. I was now soaked head to toe, but felt refreshed after being in an uncomfortable, filthy room probably used for cleaning fish.

He then pushed my slip dress all the way up to my waist. Goro licked his lips as he gazed at my wet white garter belt, dark tan stockings and sheer panties.

Goro reached up to my breasts covered only by the slippery silk dress. I hadn't bothered to wear a bra under the strapless slip dress. He yanked down the top of the slip dress and crudely massaged my firm globes. I felt his hardened flagpole against my cunt, getting larger and harder as Goro caressed my firm breasts.

He suddenly dropped his hands. His giant dick was now ready for action. He pulled my slender body toward him, grasped my nylon-clad legs, stuck his dick into my crack, and then rubbed his throbbing dick along my sheer, silky panties. “Ohhh, don’t stop! I can’t take it anymore.”

After some teasing, he pulled aside my panties. While stroking my stockinged legs, he stuck his tongue into my cunt and moistened the cunt lips, plunging his tongue in and out, preparing me for the insertion to come. Satisfied that my pussy was lubed and ready, Goro plunged his engorged prick into my cunt. I was already soaked with cunt juice, which was freely flowing now, so his prick slid easily into my pussy, which was now stretched to the max.

Goro thought, "I never fuck gorgeous woman like this before—my fantasy come true, a famous model in Japan enjoying my prick. "Mmmmm, she's tight. She going know what a real dick feels like," he thought as he plunged his gargantuan penis deep into me. He felt my vagina opening up gradually as he reamed it over and over.

In and out, deeper and deeper, Goro probed my cunt as he stroked my slick stockings. I already lost track of time and only wondered when the pleasure would end. I felt closer and closer to coming like I had never experienced before. Even Masa had never brought me this far before. “Was I a closet S&M addict?” I wondered.

I hoped that Goro wouldn’t stop and leave me alone; I was relishing being fucked by this crude bugger. Goro kept pumping in and out, relentlessly. "Don't stop! Fuck me, damn it, fuck me," I screamed. I couldn't help myself anymore. I wanted Goro to make me come like I never had before. I didn't think that making love could be so ecstatic!

Before I could say anything more, Goro suddenly pulled out of me and stepped back without a word. I felt another letdown as I was so close to an explosive lovemaking climax. So close.... Then I noticed why Goro had stopped. The big boss had returned to check on Goro's progress in getting me to give up Masa. Goro stroked my nylon-covered thighs one last time before stepping back into the shadows.

The big boss spoke. "Okay, so you won't talk. Maybe you don't know anything, but I'm going to give you a short break until morning when we're going to pick things up again. So get some rest. Goro, take her upstairs and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Yes, boss," said Goro. Then he pointed to the stairs and told me to go up. Goro followed behind, admiring her wet stockings and ass covered by transparent panties.

Upstairs, I found a small room with a tiny twin bed. Still wet, I shivered a little in the night air. Goro pushed me down on the bed I wouldn't be going far tonight. Goro locked the door as he left the room.

I was now looking up at a rotting ceiling—bare breasted and my cunt covered only by the sheerest of panties. My garter belt, panties and stockings were still damp with seawater from Tokyo Bay. A thin sheet hardly covered up my body clothed only by a nearly transparent slip dress. I now had some time before morning to speculate about Masa and his whereabouts.

I couldn't believe what happened today—from a 5-star hotel dressed in a sexy slip dress, all ready to see Masa again—then hauled away to somewhere on the Tokyo waterfront. I started grinning as I thought about being ravished again by Goro.

Exhausted from an unbelievable day, I quickly fell sleep, dreaming only about Goro's giant dick plunging in and out of my inflamed vagina. My cunt dripped slick juice as I fantasized about the biggest dick I had ever experienced.

Part VI

The morning light shone in through the east side of the beat-up shack. I slowly opened my eyes as the room lightened up.

"Where am I," I wondered. I sat up on the grimy bed, dressed in a filmy slip dress, which was now not so white with dirt, sweat and cum. I threw off the thin bed sheet and noticed that my slip dress was drawn up to my waist, exposing my garter belt, panties and dark tan RHT stockings.

What would I do now? No ID, no passport, no cell phone, no money. Goro and the big boss had everything else. “How would I find Masa? Where the hell is he?”

Just then, the big boss, Goro, and a few henchmen came through the door. They were greeted by a fabulous view of "Emi-chan," the famous model, displaying her beautiful nylon-adorned legs and dark cunt showing through her flimsy panties.

"OK, Emi-chan," greeted the big boss, "we found out this morning that you and Masa did not steal from us after all. Kimo in Hawaii confessed to switching the stuff and giving you a package with ordinary rice. You and Masa could not know that. So we will take you to Masa so you can reunite later today. My deepest apologies for the inconvenience we caused you. Sumimasen. I’m sorry.” With that, the big boss, departed with his henchmen, leaving only Goro and me behind.

Goro eyed me and fantasized about screwing me one last time, but he had his orders to deliver me to Masa, how waiting at the yakuza gang's retreat in Atami, a hot spring resort west of Tokyo.

"Get up," he growled, "I clean you up so we can go."

I climbed off the bed, a little stiff from the uncomfortable mattress. I did feel a little grimy and asked, "Goro-san, I need some help getting clean. Can you fill up the bucket and wash me down?"

Goro was more than happy to help. "Hai, no problem. Come here." He took me to an old shower stall with a pipe missing a shower head. Goro turned the rusty handle and let the stream of water pour over my head which drenched my slip dress, underwear and stockings. He found a small hand towel on the rack and poured some liquid body soap on the towel. "Come," Goro said, "I wash off sweat, dirt so you feel clean."

Goro bent down and ran the soapy towel up and down my back and chest, soaped my breasts, then my stockinged legs with foamy soap. He held up my legs and washed my RHT covered feet, relishing the smooth, silky feel. Then, he soaped my crotch and caressed my moistened pussy with his hands, slipped my panties' edge to the side, and cleansed my cunt and ass. I moaned in ecstasy as he rubbed my throbbing clit.

I closed my eyes and felt my inner passion smoldering as Goro's thick soapy fingers caressed my pussy. I had never felt so sexy and aroused. Wet sex with stockings was so erotic! Masa was actually boring with the standard missionary position and “slam, bam, thank you ma'am" sessions. The only thing Masa didn't do was smoke in bed after coming. But Goro, the tattooed brute, was gentle now, carefully cleaning my body and caressing my pussy. I hoped that Goro might enter me again and bring me to an incredible climax.

Goro was getting aroused also as he stroked my slithery, soapy stocking legs and cunt, bringing me closer to coming. He inserted two fat fingers into my anxioiusly-waiting cunt and I could feel the cum juices flowing freely. Goro pulled my ass up to his hip and rubbed his fully-masted dong into my crotch. As he rubbed my pussy back and forth, I started moaning more loudly.

"Goro," I cried, "I can't wait anymore. Come inside me, now!"

“Yes! Yes!,” said Goro, as he hoisted his mammoth dick up and thrust it into my anxiously waiting cunt. Slickly lubed, my vagina swallowed Goro's log. He slowly pushed his penis in and out, all 12 inches, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. He pulled his dick out to its head, then slowly reinserted his dick to the hilt—back and forth, in and out—while I almost blacked out. Finally, I couldn't last any longer. Goro and I exploded at the same moment, a bucket load of cum gushing into me, spilling out at the edge of my cunt lips. Goro pulled out his massive dick and cum squirted out all over my panties, garter belt and stockings.

I fell back onto the bed, soaked with water and covered with Goro's cum. I was a total mess. Goro would have to clean me up again.

Goro lay down beside me and asked, "We go see Masa now? He waiting in Atami."

I replied, "Can we wait until later today? Perhaps I would like to spend a little more time with you today. I'm not in a big rush to see Masa."

Goro nodded in assent and reached over to me. "Here, we make love again. This big dream for me!" Goro lifted the hem of my slip dress and caressed my cunt through my silky sheer panties, warming me up for another round. "No rush go Atami," he whispered into my blood-gorged reddened ear.