Pleasing a Stranger for Money Abroad (m/f) | 2016

So I wasn’t sure if I would ever share this story or not, but after telling a few people about it and having them tell me that I should post the story here, I will. Just a disclaimer, I know this story might not be for everyone.. but whatever. Hopefully some of you will enjoy it as much as I did. I would love to go into more detail and stuff if you PM me and ask what you want to know.

This summer, I studied abroad in at a university in Japan at a pretty decent school. I was given an all-girls dorm to stay in that had a mix of both international students and local girls. I made a really good friend in the dorm, Sayuri, who was really helpful in improving my Japanese and adjusting me to life there. Around the college, everyone spoke some sort of English, but in the city it was a little more imperative that I improve my Japanese. About a month in, I found myself a little strapped for cash. I’m not financially irresponsible, but I hated asking my parents for money but Sayuri and her other friends ate out frequently and I had trouble keeping up with them spending wise.

One day, I asked Sayuri what her parents did for a living that she was so rich, but she said they weren’t really involved and that she just made her own money. I asked her what she did but she wouldn’t tell me for a long time. One night, though, she confessed to me that she made her money having sex with guys. I was shocked to hear that, especially since she looked as innocent as can be and I rarely saw her hanging out with a guy alone. Once she admitted it to me, she was very forward about it. In fact, she wasn’t the only one in our group of friends who did it. It’s not that uncommon, apparently, for that stuff to happen. One of Sayuri’s friends apparently sold her virginity in high school for 40,000 yen, which is about $400, but I’m not sure if that story is 100% true or not. What I knew was true was that, on nights when her spending cash got low, Sayuri would sell her body to get some easy money.

Now, I’m no prude but I wouldn’t really classify myself as a slut, either. I’m not a virgin, but I don’t have the “pull” to get guys that some of my friends do. To be frank, the biggest thing I’m told is that I look too young for guys my age to approach, but apparently in Japan that would be a huge bonus for me… or so Sayuri said, when she offered that I could probably make a lot of money if I wanted to do it with her, too. I told her no thanks, and that was that.

About a week after she initially invited me, after thinking more about it I talked to her about it again. I asked her so many questions about it. Was it safe? Does she know these people? Turns out my idea of it was wrong; I thought she went out into a street corner like those prostitutes in the movies, but she doesn’t do that. She has a friend who works at an establishment that’s basically a fancy pseudo-whorehouse. That friend knew an abundance of rich, lonely men that would pay for a nice girl, so she would match Sayuri up with one of these guys. The whole thing was super intricate and surreal. Sayuri had a disposable phone, an alias, and everything. This was a relatively safe way to do it, and from what she told me, a lot of other girls took on a lot more risk.

Out of curiosity, desperation, I don’t know what, I asked Sayuri to ask her friend to see if I could get a “job”. I chose a few pictures for her from my computer to send her friend. Several hours later, the response I got was pretty overwhelming. One guy offered a ridiculous amount to fuck me, which Sayuri advised I avoid because too desperate guys can get uncomfortably creepy and a little more dangerous than usual. Now that I saw how real it was, I got scared and reluctant. I told her I probably wouldn’t do it anymore. She continued to read them off, though, and she gave me one that she thought would be good for me. It was a guy she was familiar with (I never asked what they had done), and he would pay a pretty decent amount just to have a bath with me. That was doable, I thought. Sayuri assured me he wouldn’t rape me, there would be no penetration (unless we both wanted it), and she said the most I would have to do would be a handjob or a blow job. I told her I’d think about it. That night, I thought about it more and more. Easy money, sure. I’d done plenty worse for other guys for free. Sayuri said she would work it out so that she would be with me to make sure nothing went wrong. I decided I would go for it.

We arranged for that Saturday night, and when that night came I was beyond nervous. I put on my sexiest pair of underwear, a blue lace combo. Sayuri told me it didn’t matter what I wore; it wasn’t a date, she was stern to say. On the way to his house in a taxi, she elaborated. It was business. She said it wasn’t wrong to enjoy it, but warned me not to get attached. Suddenly everything felt super real. I sincerely hoped the cabbie didn’t speak English.

I started getting cold feet as we walked into the tall apartment complex. My heart was about to explode out of my chest. What the fuck was I doing, I thought. I was a little ashamed but a little excited, too. I think Sayuri sensed my anxiety, because she slowed down and asked if I wanted to leave. I told her I wouldn’t back out now. We got in the elevator up to the guy’s floor.

I rang the doorbell. A tired voice asked who it was from the speaker on the doorbell. I gave him our aliases and he opened the door. The man was a pretty regular looking businessman, probably early 30s. Short, black hair and pretty average height for a Japanese guy. He wasn’t unattractive, and I wondered why he couldn’t just get a regular girlfriend. His apartment was nice and he must have made a decent amount of money. I would learn later that these guys’ interests ranged from simply didn’t have time to legit pedos.

He quietly led us inside, and he poured me and Sayuri a cup of water. He asked Sayuri if I could speak Japanese, and I replied that I could, but I wasn’t perfect. He asked me how old I was. I replied I was 15. I wasn’t, of course. I’m actually 20, but Sayuri had told me to lie, that I was passable as 15. He smiled and told Sayuri, who he called Yurichan, to enjoy whatever she wanted in the kitchen, and as she turned on the TV he led me towards his bathroom. Maybe it was how nice he kept the house, but I felt a lot more at ease.

Once inside the bathroom, he immediately began taking off his clothes. The bath seemed to already be running. It was weird, because it seemed very business like from his gestures, too. I thought he would be more handsy, more animalistic, but he was really polite. He asked me about how I came to be in Japan as I unbuttoned my blouse. I gave him a fake explanation about parents working for Sony. After I finished unbuttoning, he slid off the blouse off of me and gently groped my small chest over my bra. I realized they hadn’t been touched in a while, and I let the tension in my shoulders fall as he fondled me. He slid his hands under my bra, and I moved to take off my bra. He pulled down my jeans and he knelt and stuck his face in front of my pussy, taking a long sniff of my panties. I saw his cock was rock hard.

I took off my panties and he opened the small door inside the bathroom that led into the actual shower room. It wasn’t just a bathtub, but a Japanese bathroom that had a small room with a shower head with a big tub next to it. I asked him to tell me what to do, because I wasn’t really familiar with it. He turned the water on the shower and I stood there as he rubbed soap all over my body. I let myself moan a little bit as his hands roamed my tits and ass. He cautiously moved a finger over my pussy, gently fingering me. He asked “Okay?” and I told him it was ok. He moved his hands in and out as best he could, the soap making it easier to finger me. I moaned and leaned on him, finding it difficult to stand. He grabbed a little bench and sat me down on it as he knelt and continued fingering me.

Eventually, he rinsed me off and sat on the chair. He asked me to do the same thing he had just done to me. I lathered my hands up with soap and worked on covering his body in soap. He let out a loud groan, his hands sometimes moving to stroke my leg or cup my breast as I knelt down to rub his body. I gave his back a massage. He asked me a few more questions and I answered them with all lies. He asked me if there was anything about him I wanted to know. I did, but I followed Sayuri’s advice and kindly told him that I wasn’t curious about anything. I felt really bad afterwards and really felt for this guy.

I had saved his cock for last, and I vowed to make it worth the money for him. During all of this, I felt a little special. I don’t think anyone I knew in my personal life would pay money for me just to have a bath with them. I started giving him a handjob, asking him to direct me if I was being too fast or slow. He said it was fine. I knelt in front of him, working my hands over his cock, the soap making it smooth and my hands gliding over it. I got a good speed, and I cupped his balls with my other hand. I kept going, faster and faster. He seemed to enjoy it a lot. I thought he would warn me about cumming, but with a slight exclamation cum shot out of his cock, spraying his jizz over my stomach. He apologized, but I laughed and said it was okay. I turned the water on to wash it off. Cold, cold, he said. He explained in slow japanese that the cold water makes it easier to wash off the cum, which was true. The cold water made my nipples hard, which he tickled and sucked at.

He stepped into the tub, and I followed suit. It was a pretty hot bath, but I got used to it quickly. He laid down on it and slid me on top. I felt his now partially cock under me, and I teased it with my ass and my hands, trying to will it back to its hardness. He laughed and told me he was a bit tired. I kind of wanted him to fuck me, but I settled for his hands wandering on my chest and fingering me underwater. After a few minutes, he asked me to turn around and he sucked on my chest for a while. He groped me and got a little more aggressive, licking every part of me that was above water.

We got out of the shower soon afterwards and I realized I brought no change of clothes. I dried off in a towel he gave me, and he offered me more money to keep my bra and panties. I took the offer and got his money, so Sayuri and I walked back home, me commando. My nipples were poing through my blouse, and the guy in the elevator on the way down kept eyeing me.

So that was my first experience doing that for money. I did it several more times during my stay, getting bolder and bolder. If there’s interest I’ll write those up too!