The Nyotaimori Model In one quick thrust Reginald’s quivering member sank into Miss Evelyn’s sex. She cried out in pain as the thick blade pierced her membrane. Reginald stilled. “It’s okay baby. We’ll take it nice and slow,” he cooed as he started moving slowly within her. When he saw her eyes gloss over with pleasure he picked up the pace.
“Amanda.” He pulled out of her warm slick confines and plunged back in again. Her pelvis was moving with him; meeting his every thrust. Reginald could see that Miss Evelyn had finally surrendered to the delicious waves of pleasure crashing over. He loved that she was behaving in such a wanton way.
“Amanda.” He pushed further into her. She cried out in pleasure. Again and again he slid his rod in and out of her sex. She was a quivering, panting mess beneath him. Watching her eyes dilate and fill with raw passion made all the blood in his body rush down to his loins.
Amanda tore herself away from her book and turned to face her roommate. “What,” she said with more force than necessary.
“Phone,” Becky replied in a petulant tone.
“Bugger,” she uncurled herself from her comfy reading chaise and headed to the kitchen where she picked up the receiver from the counter top.
“Hello,” she said unable to hide her irritation.
“This is Mr. Mojito from Nyotaimori Express.”
“Good evening, Mr. Mojito, how can I help you?”
“We have a booking tomorrow night at the Escalade. The client was adamant that you be his model.”
“Who is the client?” Amanda asked even though she already knew that there was only one name from her rolodex that had enough money to book the Escalade, the city’s most prestigious revolving restaurant, and pay the heavy premium to select his model – the horse whispering gazzillionaire.
“Mr. O’Malley,” he paused to emphasize the importance of this revelation and continued “From my understanding, he’s reserved the entire upper floor of the Escalade for tomorrow evening. Are you up for it?”
Amanda’s heart raced a little when Mr. Mojito confirmed her suspicion. Hell yeah, she was up for it. She was proud of herself when she managed to keep her voice cool and calm when she replied.
“Very well, at what time is the prep crew going to arrive?”
“19h00; dinner will begin at 20h00.”
“I’ll see you there Sir. Good night.”
“Good night Miss Galloway.”
Amanda placed the receiver back in its cradle and put a hand over her racing heart. After nearly a year abroad her Irish stud - 6’2 of hard sun-tanned muscles, soft hands, honeyed voice, and piercing blue eyes - was back in town. This was so much better than her smutty novel.
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“Ah, Miss Galloway, how lovely to see you again,” Mr. Mojito greeted her as she entered.
“Mr. Mojito. It’s always a pleasure to see you sir,” she replied.
“Tonight’s menu will include a variety of our traditional maki rolls and sashimis , tuna tataki and konoha. The dessert course will be our famous amai ai . We are ready any time you are.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mojito. I’ll just be a minute.”
Amanda entered the posh sitting room and discarded her clothes. She looked at her trim figure in the full length mirror. Her breasts were full and round. Her stomach flat and toned. Her legs were long, shapely and smooth. As a Nyotaimori model or as Becky likes to call her – the naked sushi table, it was mandatory for her to keep her body in tip-top shape and hair-free at all times. At the beginning of the week she’d spent the day at the salon getting the regular work done – waxing, facial, manicure, pedicure and so on. As a result, her skin was as soft as silk and flawless.
She was ready for this.
She stepped out of the room and climbed on the linen clad oak table set a few inches away from the circling bay window. The view was breathtaking. The sun was setting. The sky was a mix of ocher and indigo. For a minute she felt like if she’d stepped into another world. It was so beautiful. Across the city she watched as people bustled in out of the streets. Rushing home after busy day, soon the fancy apartments would be filled with delicious aromas and people settling in for the night.
“Miss Galloway, please lie down and we’ll get started.”
The sound of Mr. Mojito’s voice brought her back into the present. She shimmied once or twice until she found her happy place on the table.
Mr. Mojito and his assistant spent nearly an hour decorating her body with all the menu items. The only additions were the three heather spikes that Mr. O’Malley had sent earlier in the evening. These were delicately placed across her nipples and vulva. Once they declared her a piece of art they lit the long white tappers and exited the room. Amanda closed her eyes and counted her breathes. She’d reach 67 breathes when the atmosphere in the room changed. The tension grew heavier.
He was here.
“You’re even lovelier then I remembered my dear lass,” he murmured as his fingers traced the contours of her body.
His touch was soft and it sent shivers down her spine.
He settled himself in the chair at her feet. He bent his head and ran his tongue from the tip of her toe to the top of her foot where a spicy tuna roll was placed. He opened his mouth wide and scraped her skin with his teeth as he nibbled on the roll.
His hot breath on her skin was exquisite. Her nipples hardened. Moisture grew between her legs. When he was done with the roll his tongue moved upwards to suck in the piece of raw salmon that was covering her talus.
The sweet pressure of his suction ignited sparks of electricity in her veins.
“Hmmmm, delicious,” he purred in his lilting accent.
To Amanda, there was no question as to what he found delicious. She knew he was referring to her – her skin, her taste.
His lips and tongue continued their upwards path.
They moved slowly up the length of her right calf. After he devoured the California roll sitting on top her knee, he kissed her limb and started the same sweet torturing process with her left foot, calf and knee.
By the time his mouth finished nibbling the piece of tuna tataki on her left knee Amanda’s nerve endings were as raw as the pieces of fish decorating her body. Her insides trembled with a deep-rooted need of him. Her slit was drenched. Her nipples hurt they were so hard. She could barely keep her breathing in check.
“Such beautiful skin. Soft. Cool,” he said in his special hushed tone as his fingers drew little circles on her knees.
The fire deep in her belly rose to a scorching heat. She knew that she could get burned by this man. Yet, she didn’t care. She wanted him. It was pure agony for her when his fingers lay still on her knees. She held her breath to see what he would do next. Her heart pounded in her chest when his fingers glided down her inner thigh. Slowly, they floated over her labia and rested on the stem of the heather spike.
Her clit throbbed in anticipation.
He twirled the heather spike. The tiny leaves flicked against her hardened clit again and again as the spinning spike turned between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation was incredible. She felt her belly tighten, her vaginal muscles contracted hard and fast. Unable to hold herself in check anymore she came like a waterfall. Warm milky jets cascaded down her thighs.
“Aye, that’s my lass,” he said as he plunged his fingers inside her clenching vagina.
“Give me more love,” he purred with his fingers slamming into her, reaching deeper with every thrust.
She extended her neck backwards. Arched her back to the point that some of the sushi flew off her torso and screamed in ecstasy as her juices abundantly flowed over his knuckles.
“Good,” he said with a ring of satisfaction in his voice as he pulled out his fingers and brought them to his mouth. He sucked each finger clean.
“Hmmmm, delicious,” he exclaimed again.
Amanda let her back fall down on the table. A sentence from her romance novel popped into her mind “She was a quivering, panting mess...”
Her lips turned up in smile as big as a Chester cat when she realized just how accurate this sentence described her current state. The sound of his footsteps made her pulse skyrocket. He reached the head of the table and stood there, with a bulging tent in his pants, mere inches away from her salivating mouth.
“You want this, don’t you love.” It was as a statement, not a question.
He moved closer to her, stroking his impressive length over the wool material of his pants.
Finally, he grabbed the zipper tab and slowly drew it down. He was wearing tight-fitted designer briefs. It hugged his erection to perfection. His thumb slid underneath the elastic and pulled the briefs downwards.
His cock sprung free.
Her lips parted.
He plunged into her mouth in one swift move of his pelvis. She took him in all the way to the back of her throat. He slipped his dripping penis out and thrust it back in. Again and again he pushed and pulled his cock past her lips.
“I love fucking your mouth,” he grunted as his fingers dug into her hair holding her head in place.
He was thrusting hard and deep. So deep that his balls were smacking against her chin. Amanda took short breathes through her nose and relished in the feel of the long, thick cock caressing her tongue. She sucked hard pressing it against the roof of her mouth. The bulging veins running the length of him pulsed against her teeth. She reduced the sucking pressure and twirled her tongue round and round his juicy rod.
With a twist of his pelvis his cock pushed deeper in her throat. She held back the gag reflex and opened wider to accommodate his girth. He pumped once, twice more and gushed salty tangy liquid down her throat. She swallowed every ounce of it.
He pulled out and lowered his lips to hers. His tongue invaded her mouth. The sushi forgotten he pulled her up into his arms. Crushed her body with his. He grabbed her waist and pushed her further up on the table. He climbed on the spot she’d just deserted. His knees came up between her legs. He rested his butt cheeks on his heels and drew her onto his lap.
“Ride your stud,” he whispered in her ear.
She sank down on his erection. She closed her eyes enjoying the feel of him deep inside of her. Stretching her to the limit.
“Ride, lass, ride,” he pleaded.
In slow motion she moved up and down his blade.
“You’re killing me,” he teased her turtle pace.
She picked up the tempo, rising up until only the head of cock was within her slick opening and then driving herself down to sheath him to the hilt. Time after time she impaled herself on his cock. His hands gripped her hips; his mouth captured one of her bobbing nipples. He twirled his tongue around the lengthened bead sending shocks of pleasure straight to her clit, making her moan.
“You feel so good. You’re all hot and wet. So wet,” he groaned.
He tilted his pelvis upwards meeting her downwards pushes. The head of his engorged cock hit her G-spot. He pushed further in pressing hard against her sweet spot. She moaned deep in her throat as the dam broke. Hot juices flowed over the tight skin of his cock.She slammed her butt cheeks on his thighs and squeezed his cock between her swollen lips sending him over the edge. His spunk gushed out and mixed with hers.
“I’ve missed you Mrs. O’Malley,” he whispered.
“I’ve missed you too Mr. O’Malley,” she breathed back and added “remember stud, for Nyotaimori Express its Miss Galloway.”
“Aye, I remember, but it’s only the two of us now love. Oh, and the city of course,” he said gesturing the rotating skyline.
Amanda followed the movement of his arm with her eyes. Night had descended. The sky was like a velvety onyx blanket over the city. In the distance she could see the twinkling lights from the skyscraper apartments. From the corner of her eye she spotted a shadowy figure pull away from a window pane. She wondered if someone had spied on them and became arouse by their lovemaking. Aroused to the point that they were compelled to seek their own release. Like the obscured silhouette she’d spotted; had it masturbated while watching them? The thrill of that little mystery appealed to her inner exhibitionist.
With a radiating smile on her face she nuzzled against her husband’s neck deeply breathing in the exotic scent of him. Clean crisp linen with an undertone of musky body wash and the earthy smell of him plus the pungent aroma of sex was a heady combination.
It was home.
Amanda couldn’t be happier.
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