Halloween in Shibuya, Part II
Masa held my hand as we navigated through the mass of humanity in the Shibuya Crossing toward BIC Camera, one of the largest shops near the station. We walked along the sidewalk feeling like salmon swimming upstream. After a couple of minutes, Masa pulled me into a tiny side street barely 10 feet wide—more like a wide paved path. We passed dozens of postage stamp sized pubs and eateries stacked from the ground to higher floors, each with its loyal clientele. Halfway down the block, Masa pointed to a little wooden sign, チカラク (Chika Raku, underground pleasure). We found it!Entering through a nondescript black wooden door, we were greeted by a man dressed up as a yakuza (gangster). “Masa-san,” he shouted, “good to see you! We were expecting you and your special guest! Wow, she’s gorgeous!”Masa replied, “Ken-san, good to see you again. Thank you for the kind invitation for a special night. My guest’s name is Hye-jin, a Korean American visiting Japan on business. Yoroshiku (thanks for taking care of us).”Ken pointed into the next chamber and said, “You can leave your valuables with me for storage. That way, you won’t have to worry about them during the Halloween surprises awaiting you.” Masa and I turned over his wallet and my little bag to Ken and entered the chamber through the obligatory creaking door. The Side escort bayan only other instruction we got from Ken was that we had to go through the chambers alone—besides the chambers were tiny and cramped anyway. So I went first. I learned later that the Halloween experience was set up for me while Masa went off to another waiting area at the end—so I was really on my own.The first chamber had black walls and was so dimly lit I could barely see anything. I walked very slowly feeling my way through the room. It seemed like there was a black curtain on my left side. I also thought I smelled alcohol—like when someone who had too much sits down next to you in a subway train. Suddenly, I felt two rough hands grab me from the back. The alcohol breath was now overwhelming. Coarse hands drew me close to his body and the man’s grisly unshaven beard scraped the back of my neck. His hands grasped my firm breasts and massaged them before sliding down the front of my camisole and sliding his hands up beneath my filmy bra. Now his sandpaper-like fingers stroked my nipples which firmed up like plump raisins.I murmured, “Ohhhh, you’re making me feel wild.” I grabbed his hands and moved them down to my crotch. While his scratchy face rubbed my nape, his hands now found Escort manavgat their way under my tap pants and fingered my pussy. So this is what it feels like to be fondled by a drunken old man in a subway train! And I was perfectly dressed up to provide a fantastic feel-up which cannot be matched by the typical office lady dressed in cheap pantyhose and black business suit.As sexy as the handsome Eric was in the subway train earlier, this drunken ojisan (old man) was really turning me on—perhaps because it was an unthinkable act in daily life. The old man’s hardened dick was now planted in my crotch, rubbing in and out along my slick panties. He turned me around and embraced me. His hands reached behind me and released my bra which fell to the dark floor somewhere. Now only the filmy camisole covered my swollen breasts. He lifted my camisole so my breasts rubbed across his hairy chest. As his alcoholic breath stung my nostrils, he held my face as he tongue-fucked my mouth. I wondered if his unshaven face left tiny scratches on my porcelain skin as he crudely kissed me. After realizing that the ojisan was actually naked, I felt his engorged dick probing my juiced-up cunt. For an old man, he had an enormous prick, and stiff as a one-inch dowel.Crouching down, alanya escort I grabbed his dick and stuffed it into my awaiting mouth, ignoring the foul smell of an unwashed sock. His huge rod glided in and out of my mouth to the hilt as I gave him a blowjob he wouldn’t forget. He came after a couple of minutes of deep stroking, shooting a huge wad into my mouth. I rose slowly and let his dick slide along my pussy, leaving his cum all over my panties and dribbling down my thighs and stockings. He disappeared quickly into the side door to wait for the next unwitting customer.OK, next chamber…. What awaits me ahead? Opening the next door, I entered a room with walls lined with sheet metal. There were two rows of little lights along the bottom of the walls—otherwise, the room was pitch-black. At the far end, there was a small table with two large metal rings.A voice from an overhead speaker announced, “Proceed to the table then await further instructions.” I walked up to the table and followed the order.“Now,” came the next command, “place your hands on the table.” I leaned over and planted my hands on the table. The door ahead creakily opened and I heard someone enter. Before I could say anything, I felt a handcuff locking my left wrist to the ring, then my other wrist. I was now totally vulnerable.To my total surprise, the next thing I heard was a woman’s voice. “You will now subject yourself to a security check before being allowed to proceed.” I looked up to see a younger woman dressed as an airport inspector. She came around behind me and immediately placed her hands on my shoulders.