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MR SAITOMy initial impression of Mr. Saito was: This is a big teddy bear of a man, a big Japanese teddy bear of a man. Shaking his hand confirmed a suspicion that he probably did little in ways of manuel labor in his life as the hand I gently clasped felt like a marshmellow. There was something distinctly feminine about the man that made me believe that he’d only exist in the most specific of conditions and that he’d be culturally arrested for the remainder of his life.He seemed a pleasent enough man. I estimate his age to be about mid to late forties. His hair was trimmed quite short and was already growing lighter with grey. His English was at times labored and he stumbled only occassionally but we communicated easily. I was only given the barest of information about him by my friend who arranged this meeting as (I was informed) Mr. Saito had quite a fixation on young American men. But he was a prominent Japanese businessman who did frequent business in the States and afforded him the opportunity to indulge in this fixation. If he enjoyed your company he lavished the lucky individual with a week of luxury and would gladly share his hotel suit for the duration of the relatioship.I got the sense that he felt uneasy around large crowds and loud music and we stepped out onto the balconey. It was during casual converstion that I made the bold step to slip my hand into his pocket. I was güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri not entirely sure what reaction this may provoke and might bring everything to an abrupt end but when he smiled I felt more confident and rubbed his cock. His suit was expensive and obviously tailored to contain his bulky body. I got his cock quite hard but he suddenly withdrew my hand before it got too involved.We left the party and went downstairs where a limo was waiting for him. The chaffeur opened the door and we slipped inside. With a push of button a dark sheet of glass seperated us from view of the driver. I ran a hand over Mr. Saito’s pants and felt the erection just beneath. He settled back in the seat and let me open his pants and extract his cock. It was quite small and the skin darker than the rest of him. It was was surrounded by hair that was still quite black but the grey was gradually taking over. His cock was uncircumsized and I rolled back the foreskin and took the tip into my mouth. His stubby fingers ran through my hair and moaned softly, his hips rising up off of the seat. While continuing to suck him I managed to slip his pants down around his ankles. His legs were thick and fleshy and almost devoid of hair. He assisted me by removing his shirt. I ran my hands over his soft prominent man-tits, pinching the dark nipples between my fingers until güvenilir bahis şirketleri they were hard and very sensitive. Now he turned to undressing me. His fingers curl around my own erect cock, tugging on it affectionately but a bit roughly. I give his fuzzy balls a firm squeeze and he relaxs he treatment of my cock and his touch becomes significently more gentle. His large doughy body quivers under my caresses. There is a small patch of hair in the cleavage of his tits. I run my finger through it.We he turns over I assume he wants to be fucked. I position myself, spitting saliva into my hand and rubbing it onto my cock and finger his asshole for a few minutes. I cannot help notice his wedding ring and wonder if his wife is aware of her husband’s fixation for American boys. I don’t give the issue much thought and I slip my cock between that expansive ass. I have to play blind man’s bluff a few moments before I find hi asshole and thrust it in just an inch or so. He lets out a little cry that sounds dinstinctly girlish. It will not be the last time. The movements of the limo make the whole process a little tricky. A sudden acceleration almost made us both tumble to the floor if it wasn’t for a quick shifting of our weight to counter balance this. I came momentarily dislodged but quickly reinserted myself and advanced several inches more much to Mr. Saito’s canlı bahis şirketleri great delight. I kneaded his soft back and shoulders as I gradually sank completely up his ass. I started pumping my hips, quick thrusts of my hips. No words of protest came from his lips and continued and the damp slapping of our flesh was quite loud. I don’t know if the glass partion dampened sound as well as sight.I reached round and rubbed Saito’s cock. He ejaculated long before I did and I rubbed his cock until it was limp and small, wringing out a few more droplets of sperm which had washed over the leather seats. I resumed fucking him for several more minutes. His legs suddenly buckled and he fell onto the seat. I was nearly tossed off but I held firm and fucked him with all the energy I could summon. I explode my load deep up his ass. I do not withdraw until I am absolutely empty. We collapse onto the floor with a loud collective thump, panting heavily.By the time we have arrived at his hotel we are redressed and the very portrait of dignity. In his spacious suite we again undress and head for the bathroom for a long shower. I lather his body and finger his asshole. It was the beginning of a wonderful week. I felt like a kept boy but I didn’t let he though taint the pleasure I was showered with. Saito was a generous host and wanted to experience much efore returning back to Japan. I overheard him speaking to someone but knowing a few scant words of Japanese helped little in interpreting the converstion. He spoke in a hushed tone which made me wonder if he was speaking to his wife. I saw a photo in his wallet of his wife and family. I lost count how many times we fucked over the course of the week.

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