Airport customs

Shortly after getting off the plane and going through the customs checkpoint, a girl approached Damian with such obvious intentions that she almost radiated the words "fuck me" from her body.

"Hello, sir," she bowed and smiled, her eyes glowing with joy and excitement. "I'm Omocha. Your father told me to show you around. Would you like me to guide you?"

Her Japanese accent was quite pronounced but her English was clear enough. It seemed like a good idea to have a local girl help with his adventure. Besides, this little Japanese doll looked really fuckable. Her short skirt barely covered her ass cheeks and showed a tempting view of the garter belt of stockings on her thin legs. And her white blouse had three buttons undone, allowing glimpses of her small but perky tits.

"Yes," he answered with a smirk, taking a step closer towards Omocha.

The Japanese girl's cheeks blushed as Damian towered over her. "Then... this way, sir!" she chirped before turning to show the way.

As they walked side by side down to the subway, Omocha explained the details of his accommodation and where he could spend his free time.

The girl spoke enthusiastically and energetically, her voice sounded like an excited schoolgirl, which suited her appearance. Damian nodded absently, more occupied trying to figure out her age. She looked like she might be in her teens. Maybe sixteen. But he also knew Asians tended to look much younger than they were. Maybe she was a bit older? Like nineteen or twenty?

As they boarded the subway train and settled onto their seats, Damian felt Omocha shuffle a little closer to him so a Japanese businessman could squeeze into the seat between her and another Japanese girl, who looked similarly youthful and petite.

The train started moving. Damian felt Omocha pressing closer, her slender thigh and arm brushing against his. His gaze wandered to the soft skin between her thighs. Then she suddenly leaned in even more closely.

Damian glanced up at her, thinking it must have been caused by the motion of the train, but then realized she was actually trying to move away from the businessman next to her. The older Japanese man had one hand placed strategically behind the waist of the young girl on his other side and was clearly trying to do the same to Omocha.

Damian raised an eyebrow, wondering if she wanted him to intervene.

Omocha's breath hitched as the stranger's hand crept down the waist of her skirt, but then the man suddenly withdrew it when he noticed Damian glaring at him.

Damian gave Omocha a small nod.

As they got off the train and went up the escalator, Omocha explained, "The man was groping me. It's a common thing here. It is called 'chikan', and many women suffer from it." She sighed.

Damian felt sorry for Omocha. This was definitely something to note. Omocha dressed like a slut and had an air of a fuckable doll, but maybe that was just how she liked to look. Perhaps, she wasn't actually a slut at all.

As they walked down a quieter side street and passed by a secluded alleyway next to a construction site, Damian heard something that sounded like moaning.

He peered cautiously into the dim alley and saw three white construction workers humping an extremely small and thin Japanese teenager. They held her in the air between themselves, fucking her simultaneously. Her mouth, asshole, and pussy all being penetrated at once. It was a true spitroast.

Damian looked around and was puzzled when Omocha simply shrugged at him. There were no signs of alarm on her face.

"Don't worry," she said. "She's not being ****. Those are foreign workers. Many local women like to offer their services to white foreigners because their cocks are so much bigger than the local Japanese men's. And the white men like Japanese women's tightness. So it's a win-win relationship."

Damian nodded, watching as the young Japanese girl moaned louder and louder, her small tits bouncing wildly from the **** being slammed repeatedly into her holes. It looked brutal, almost painful. Yet her body was wracked by waves of orgasms that left her screaming for more.

Omocha gently touched his arm. "Let's keep going."

As he started following behind Omocha, he couldn't help but take one last look at the spitroasting. The young girl's mouth overflowed with a torrent of semen spilling from the corners. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as another orgasm tore through her body.