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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Ravished in a Flash Tournament
- It competes against Under the cherry blossoms - Sakura night in Final match
- Theme: Cherry Blossom
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Sakura
Her name was Sakura, Cherry Blossom, or at least that's what she was known as in the house of the Black Lotus. Nobody was using their right name in a place like this, I certainly hadn’t been given the name of Ajita at birth. Yet her name was so aptly chosen, like her namesake she was delicate and beautiful, and like the cherry blossom her beauty would be very fleeting.
This Sakura was kneeling on the tatami, her light blue kimono was patterned with the small pinkish white flowers she had adopted for her working name. She was young, the Mama-san had promised I would be her first customer, likely a lie. Houses like the Black Lotus, sold the virginity of their girls, five or six times, even more often if they found a sucker. I didn’t, but I appreciated the long blue-black hair framing the delicate oval face. Large brown eyes projecting innocence. I’m not gullible enough to believe I could be her first. She was about 20 years of age, no woman looking like that, manages to keep her suitors at bay that long. It was a fantasy we were engaged in, and she was likely skillful enough to pretend.
I told her to get undressed, and she did so with trembling fingers. Removing the artfully decorated kimono, and revealing the plain white juban beneath. I twirled my finger to let her know to proceed. Sakura shed the last remnants of her clothing revealing the small pert breasts with their brown nipples. My eyes wandered downwards, over her flat belly, to the fleshy protuberance of her mound. She was fully shaved in the western style, something that displeased me greatly.
I stepped closer to her and reached between her legs. “What’s this? Are you a slut or a little girl? Why isn’t there the crown of womanhood on you.”
“I’m sorry if I displease you Ajita-san” Sakura began
I grabbed a nipple and squeezed “What did you call me.”
“Oh so sorry, Ajita-sama”
That old-fashioned style of address was rarely used nowadays, but it still conveyed a very different level of respect and submission. Nobody outside a house like this would ever give me such an honorific, which is why I insisted of being addressed that way by the likes of Sakura.
I took her by the arm and lead her to the bed, pushed her on it and told her to spread her legs for me. She complied with my wishes holding them wide. The lips of her sex parted like a flower. I leaned in closer to observe the pink perfection, the delicacy of the fleshy folds. The tightness of her opening, as it parted under my probing finger. Smelling the intoxicating fragrance of that flower, rivaling that of the famed cherry blossoms.
The effect on me was immediate, there would be no need for using her mouth to add to my arousal. I shed my clothes and lay upon her. Inserting myself, enjoying her tightness. No Sakura wasn’t a virgin, but she could still pretend very well. If I had stimulated her more, she certainly would have been much wetter by now, but that would diminish the tight grip of her sex around my cock. And this was not about her comfort and enjoyment, it was about mine.
And I got all the enjoyment I desired. She made a few mewling sounds of pleasure, but those might be as well faked as real. What was real was the feeling of her tight sex around me. I humped her slow and steady, trying to prolong the experience for my own sake. There had been a slight up charge for being allowed to forgo a condom, and to be allowed to cum inside her. But that was money well spent, and with a grunt of satisfaction I felt several jets of semen erupting into her.
When I withdrew from her, the petals of that flower were red and engorged. Her delicate smell, mixed with my own cum, had changed to pungent. I didn’t want any of that lingering on my own person. So I pulled her by the hair towards me, and told her to clean up her mess.
Sakura proved to be an exceptionally well-trained lady, her tongue and lips on my flaccid shaft, soon brought life back into it. She managed to get most of it into her mouth, all of it after I started pressing onto the back of her head. Those beautiful deep brown pools, that where the doors to her soul, filled with tears and desperation, as she struggled to get enough air to breath. I did let go of the head for a moment, to allow her that one or two deep lungfuls of air, before drawing her back in.
The tingling in my balls gave me enough of a warning, that I was about to cum again. There were decisions to be made. But looking at the pretty face beneath me, there was only one place I wanted to deposit my cum. She sucked my cock dutifully to completion, and I think she was surprised when in the last second I withdrew from her mouth and laid the strings of cum onto her face, catching the beautiful dark hair as well.
I left the Black Lotus a few minutes later. As the Mama-san had taken care of all the business arrangement beforehand, there was no further need for money to exchange hands. It was supposedly done to save face. I certainly had given her something for her face. Walking away from all of it, I barely noticed the pinkish white blossoms that had fallen from the cherry trees, as I ground them into the dirt under my shoes.
The End
