We Like Bukkake

[Magoo]

[T. Brown 1st MRB]

Story time! It was the summer of '97, fresh in the midst of a typical Tokyo heat-wave compounded by masses of people congregating everywhere and breathing hot stale air in one's face at every turn. I was fresh out of my junior year in high school and after a dismal report card shared with the parents, I waited until 11pm or so and snuck out of the house through my ground-floor bedroom window, being careful not to stop on any noisy rocks in our small garden. I successfully maneuvered my way out into the streets, where I proceeded to take a cab to Roppongi, a little city-in-a-city of Tokyo that was extremely popular with "gaijin" (foreigners) and, while never actually promoted, was Japan's own red-light district. Strip clubs criss-crossed along the streets, often held high in office buildings, secluded away from the general public and accessible only if you knew where to look.

Since I was white and therefor exotic, the women who would stand outside these establishments, dressed in suits and looking proper (which was just a ruse to avoid suspicion from police, since prostitution was still technically illegal), would flock to foreigners like cats to an opening tuna can, and while I would usually ignore them since it cost an arm and a leg just to get into the damn places, one offer caught me by surprise and I just HAD to see what it was all about. After listening to her pitch, which went something like this, "Want to experience the greatest Tokyo has to offer in mass sperm release?" (mass sperm release...I remember those words very specifically), I was immediately imagining some sort of Eastern sexual act of art, long lost to the ages, a method of getting a guy off so that he would orgasm ounces. Having never actually done anything remotely close to this and being a naive teenager as horny as a caged ape in heat, I followed her into the inconspicuous building and into a gold-leaf lined elevator. After what seemed like 40 floors, but was actually due to the elevator being extremely slow so that the escort would have time to pamper me and make me feel as if I should just give all my money to the girls, the doors opened and I walked into a dark and musky room, pylons peppered throughout with hooks and leather straps hanging off of them, the only illumination being dusty overhead black-lights that brought out bright white streaks of ... something, a liquid, a coagulating substance that seemed to be dripping down every wall and couch and even some of the women themselves, their crooked teeth smiling beneath clumped neon stains on their cheeks and wet hair flattened against their scalps. As I tentatively stepped further in the room, that familiar stench of chlorine and bleach, of spent spunk and sweat, grabbed hold of my senses, all of them, flooding my eyes until they stung and immediately causing me to gag. The woman by my side patted me on the back, told me in Japanese that it is ok, you get used to it, and started to lead me by hand further in the room.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could make out groups of writhing bodies encircling women on their knees, flashes of flexing buttocks and backs arching, deep groans and exalting cries of ecstasy followed by the occasional slurping sound. For the briefest of seconds, my mind still having trouble contemplating just what I walked into, I thought that maybe they were just slurping noodles, since it is customary to pay compliments to the chef when in a ramen shop to slurp the louder you enjoy the meal.

This innocence, this momentary hope that my mind was just perverted, vanished the instance a strobe light went off and I saw, not 5 feet in front of me, 4 men all standing naked around a woman on her back in a crusty leather couch just absolutely fucking drenched in cum. Standing to the side were more men, hands on dicks, getting ready to unleash their own loads on this poor girl. But wait...she was enjoying it! She was reaching out to these erect dicks and begging them to douse her like an out of control fire, as if she was possessed by a semen demon and the only way to exorcise it out was by giving it what it wanted.

I turned and ran...but of course the elevator was closed and I had to sit and wait for it to return, all the while listening to the grunts and groans of men climaxing, of women slurping out of god-knows-what, and that one girl who led me up here asking, in the cutest and yet, creepiest, voice, "I bet you can produce more than all of them, show us!" The doors finally opened and I rushed in, slamming my finger on the Door Close button (and of course, recoiling in horror at how goddamn sticky it was). As it finally shut and I began to make my slow way down, given some time to fully take in what I just experienced, I could hear that woman's voice echoing down the elevator shaft....

"Show us! Please show us! Kimochiiiiiiiiiiiiii...."

I ran out of that building and to the nearest arcade where I proceeded to drink a lot of beer and play Tekken 2 for about 3 hours straight until I passed out on a park bench and woke up completely numb from the cold.

Moral of the story? Gaming is addictive, please play in moderation, and for fuck's sake watch out for Bukkake clubs when visiting Japan.

[evo-lution ßÄЯ]

you both need help.

[J. Anderson 1st MRB]

you both need help.

this^

[T. Brown 1st MRB]

I .. kind of feel sorry for you now Brown o_o;

[Arevicci]

My god.. My dreams are haunted for eternity.

[Griswold]

What the fuck have i walked into but clicking on this thread.

[H. Stone 1st MRB]

WTF AND WTF AND WTF wow

[Jankovski]

Story time! It was the summer of '97, fresh in the midst of a typical Tokyo heat-wave compounded by masses of people congregating everywhere and breathing hot stale air in one's face at every turn. I was fresh out of my junior year in high school and after a dismal report card shared with the parents, I waited until 11pm or so and snuck out of the house through my ground-floor bedroom window, being careful not to stop on any noisy rocks in our small garden. I successfully maneuvered my way out into the streets, where I proceeded to take a cab to Roppongi, a little city-in-a-city of Tokyo that was extremely popular with "gaijin" (foreigners) and, while never actually promoted, was Japan's own red-light district. Strip clubs criss-crossed along the streets, often held high in office buildings, secluded away from the general public and accessible only if you knew where to look.

Since I was white and therefor exotic, the women who would stand outside these establishments, dressed in suits and looking proper (which was just a ruse to avoid suspicion from police, since prostitution was still technically illegal), would flock to foreigners like cats to an opening tuna can, and while I would usually ignore them since it cost an arm and a leg just to get into the damn places, one offer caught me by surprise and I just HAD to see what it was all about. After listening to her pitch, which went something like this, "Want to experience the greatest Tokyo has to offer in mass sperm release?" (mass sperm release...I remember those words very specifically), I was immediately imagining some sort of Eastern sexual act of art, long lost to the ages, a method of getting a guy off so that he would orgasm ounces. Having never actually done anything remotely close to this and being a naive teenager as horny as a caged ape in heat, I followed her into the inconspicuous building and into a gold-leaf lined elevator. After what seemed like 40 floors, but was actually due to the elevator being extremely slow so that the escort would have time to pamper me and make me feel as if I should just give all my money to the girls, the doors opened and I walked into a dark and musky room, pylons peppered throughout with hooks and leather straps hanging off of them, the only illumination being dusty overhead black-lights that brought out bright white streaks of ... something, a liquid, a coagulating substance that seemed to be dripping down every wall and couch and even some of the women themselves, their crooked teeth smiling beneath clumped neon stains on their cheeks and wet hair flattened against their scalps. As I tentatively stepped further in the room, that familiar stench of chlorine and bleach, of spent spunk and sweat, grabbed hold of my senses, all of them, flooding my eyes until they stung and immediately causing me to gag. The woman by my side patted me on the back, told me in Japanese that it is ok, you get used to it, and started to lead me by hand further in the room.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could make out groups of writhing bodies encircling women on their knees, flashes of flexing buttocks and backs arching, deep groans and exalting cries of ecstasy followed by the occasional slurping sound. For the briefest of seconds, my mind still having trouble contemplating just what I walked into, I thought that maybe they were just slurping noodles, since it is customary to pay compliments to the chef when in a ramen shop to slurp the louder you enjoy the meal.

This innocence, this momentary hope that my mind was just perverted, vanished the instance a strobe light went off and I saw, not 5 feet in front of me, 4 men all standing naked around a woman on her back in a crusty leather couch just absolutely fucking drenched in cum. Standing to the side were more men, hands on dicks, getting ready to unleash their own loads on this poor girl. But wait...she was enjoying it! She was reaching out to these erect dicks and begging them to douse her like an out of control fire, as if she was possessed by a semen demon and the only way to exorcise it out was by giving it what it wanted.

I turned and ran...but of course the elevator was closed and I had to sit and wait for it to return, all the while listening to the grunts and groans of men climaxing, of women slurping out of god-knows-what, and that one girl who led me up here asking, in the cutest and yet, creepiest, voice, "I bet you can produce more than all of them, show us!" The doors finally opened and I rushed in, slamming my finger on the Door Close button (and of course, recoiling in horror at how goddamn sticky it was). As it finally shut and I began to make my slow way down, given some time to fully take in what I just experienced, I could hear that woman's voice echoing down the elevator shaft....

"Show us! Please show us! Kimochiiiiiiiiiiiiii...."

I ran out of that building and to the nearest arcade where I proceeded to drink a lot of beer and play Tekken 2 for about 3 hours straight until I passed out on a park bench and woke up completely numb from the cold.

Moral of the story? Gaming is addictive, please play in moderation, and for fuck's sake watch out for Bukkake clubs when visiting Japan.

WTF did i just read....

[Guest]

I could have been a happy person if I hadn't clicked on this damn thread.

[T. Brown 1st MRB]

Here is a visual aid to help comprehending my story from above:

[Stroops]

Damn that story was awesome

[Cribari]

my face at the moment after reading this thread.

[Arsenault 1st MRB]