Andrew Blencowe - The Goddess of Fortune

It was clear to Albert that Nasherton was both experienced and knowledgeable.

The two girls had removed first the jackets and then the creamy white blouses of the other two, but then there was a change to the plan: the other two then removed the blouses of Masayo and Suki, so all four girls were sitting on the bed in the brassieres and skirts—it was a very arousing sight.

From across the room, Nasherton said, “ladies, please take the shoulder straps of your brassieres down, very slowly please.”

This time there was no giggling as the soft light combined with the champagne had made the four young women even more excited. Now they wanted to exhibit themselves, to excite a man, to be ravished, to get the men to do what men are supposed to do to women. So Suki gently pulled her brassiere straps down and then, without being asked, she took her brassiere off. She had been sitting on the bed with her ankles crossed. When she removed her brassiere she uncrossed her ankles and put her right hand on the hem of her skirt, and she proceeded to pull her skirt up a little at first, and then more so the clips of her garter belt were showing. The very slow and elegant teasing was working; Nasherton smiled.

The other three girls did the same. Now the female carnal competitive instincts stirred—this was what the two men had been planning, and had been expecting; both men said nothing.

Far more than most men realize, women are sexually extremely competitive. This is especially true when two or more women are dishabille—they compete to entice the male to mount them first, and they will do just about anything to get the Téte de Cuvée of the man’s seed. And this was the case of the extremely randy four Japanese beauties—each wanted to be the first to get the full load of seed inside them, they all wanted the full load, not a paltry second, or the dribble of a third.

In less than a minute all four girls were sitting upright on edge of the huge bed wearing only their garter belts, stockings, and skirts. And by now all four had hitched their skirts up. Masayo’s skirt was all the way up to her garter belt and while her knees were getting further and further apart as she got more and more excited. She was clearly inviting the men to ravish her, and to do so now. And her nipples were like two very large peas—so round and hard.

All of this the two men took in and enjoyed, savoring their wine. The men’s lack of action now teased the girls. “My pearl was aching so much, she wanted to feel a man inside her,” Masayo later confided to Albert.

Little in life could match this incandescent level of pleasure—the power the two men felt as they watched the four girls vie with each other for the men’s attention.

(And as both men knew from experience, it was going to get very loud, very soon.)

It had started with Masayo, but very soon all four girls had hitched their skirts up to their waists. As none was wearing panties, their dark shadows were clear to see, even in the modest soft light of the writing desk’s lamp.

Nasherton stood and walked over to the bed.

The first girl—it was Suki—looked up and brought her knees up, her hands were now on her knees and she opened her legs. Her breasts were round, sagging the slightest amount, and her breathing shortened; she was more than ready.

Nasherton then walked around the foot of the bed to the other side, to review Masayo who was in same position. Nasherton could not help but notice a small dark patch on the strict and starched white hotel sheets. James smiled—Masayo was so excited that some of her juices had already made a small wet spot—there were no panties to absorb the wetness. As Nasherton approached, Masayo slowly moved her hands from her knees, up her inner thigh to her garter belt. It was easy for her to use her fingers to open her lips. At the top of her lips Nasherton could see her large round pink pearl. James smiled—he had seen some large clits in his time, but this was by far the largest, and all of her lower lips were dashed with wetness. Nasherton decided she would be the last one “in the rotation”—by forcing her to be last she would be begging for it, just as Albert had recommended.

This mock inspection took minutes and the girls were getting more and more excited.

Albert, still seated, then said, “Girls, please show James our little surprise.”

This time their level of excitement (and their desire to be serviced, and serviced as soon as possible) trumped any faux modest giggles.

The four girls stood up from the edge of the bed and removed their skirts, placing the skirts in a neat pile on the large chair in the corner of the room. All four girls wore identical white garter belts and white stockings.

The four girls stood naked apart from their garter belts and stockings. Nasherton noticed a curious thing: their feminine hairs had all been trimmed short, but even more curious was that they had been shaved in such a way that they each had roman numerals from “I” to “IIII.”

Nasherton laughed at this piece of theater, and said, “Albert, this reminds me of one of my trips to Hong Kong. I was at one of the better whore houses in Kowloon where all the girls wore just an enameled medallion with a number hanging around their necks on a brass chain. I seem to remember I had Number 5 and Number 17 that night. But your approach, Albert, is more in keeping with the spirit of the event.”

“Thank you ladies, please sit down on the bed together, please,” Nasherton requested.

The two men could see each of the four was slowly going mad with desire to feel a man inside her.

Nasherton smiled and said, sotto voce , “we are driving them crazy.”

Albert nodded. Nasherton poured more white wine, and said,

“Leave the girls stew in their own juice, as it were, for a moment.”

(He knew that the forced delay would make all four lubricate even more.)

The two men’s attention now returned to the four girls who were now so excited that they were all giggling and panting. Nasherton noticed with approval that the presence of these two powerful men had affected the other three girls as well: the three other girls now all had tiny wet dots under them, although they all tried to hide their wet spot—Power As The Ultimate Aphrodisiac.

Albert asked how they liked meeting Coco.

At the mention of Gabrielle Chanel’s name, the girls burst into a plethora of thanks.

The room was not cold, but now all the girls’ nipples were taut and erect. The teasing phase was the one all men enjoy the most. And knowing that the sensation would be one of a very smooth entry into an extremely wet, but at the same time young and tight, Japanese gem.

And the girls were so excited, as they constantly crossed and uncrossed their legs, not out of modesty, but to be able to increase their excitement by squeezing themselves.

Albert sat at the writing table with the still chilled Bordeaux white, smoking. He was interested to see Nasherton’s play acting with the girls. After a long while, Nasherton removed his suit jacket and sat on the bed evenly dividing the girls into two pairs. Masayo—the short one with the huge chest—was first to act, which was not surprising as she was already starting to pant, and the panting was not light—her breathlessness was not forced and the panting made her huge chest rise and fall ever so slightly. She was panting just from anticipation—neither man had actually touched her. Uncontrollable desire on her part made her recklessly—her hand on Nasherton’s knee as a matter of formality. Then, instantly, she slid it all the way up and she was confidently stroking him. She wore her hair in an elegant Parisian page-boy bob; the color was a very dark brown with the slightest hint of some blonde highlights, the overall effect was dazzling. The instant she started stroking Nasherton—and Nasherton was very hard—Masayo’s panting increased and she leant over and kissed Nasherton’s neck, brushing against him with her nipples.