Yamanote

A university student in Japan at the end of my first year as part of a school exchange, I was coming back from a small party organized for the end of the school year before returning to my host family for the next 2 years, I had to realize that I did not have the level to drink as much as the Japanese.

I suspect that the other students had found it funny to get the little French girl drunk especially since dressed as a Japanese student with her uniform I had achieved a small success, but I was not comfortable wearing a costume that was made for a Japanese girl that my host family had lent me (I should have shown them the result) Japanese sizes were decidedly different from ours and my curves were clearly outlined while the skirt was dramatically short (I had spent the evening pulling it to prevent it from revealing too much) apparently the little naughty Akiko who was in France at that moment had drastically rigged her skirt.

Only his big brother Uzachi, passing me on the way out, had seen me and looked at me like he had never done before, but had politely looked away with a meaningful pout, his parents had just left us their house to go for 1 month to their house by the sea to check out the shops they owned.

Now I was standing in the subway car fighting against the nausea that was rising in me in the jolts of the train, my head was spinning, I didn't expect to be crammed in but I had forgotten that on Fridays businessmen went out with the other members of the office to get drunk until late.

If I was in my normal state I would have felt the lustful glances on a little gaijin in such provocative clothing and visibly in a state of not insignificant intoxication. When I felt a hand slip under my skirt and a voice whispered to me, while another slipped into my cleavage.

• little gaijin let yourself go, you'll like it and know what we do to naughty little girls who don't keep their place. while I was blocked against a corner of the train where no one could easily understand what was happening.

anxiety gripped me, I had already been touched in the subway but until now I had been able to get away easily, there the wall blocked me and on the other my attacker covered me almost completely I felt his excitement and this bastard knew how to do it between his fingers which annoyed my nipple and his other hand which had found my clitoris I was, the ****, the promiscuity, I was starting to get excited while he kissed me on the neck.

Gently he managed to tear off my panties and my bra, clearly he was not an amateur at his first shot. He rubbed his bump against the groove of my buttocks.

I managed to articulate while moaning:

• yamete kudasai

but completely drunk I had taken the intonation of the worst hentai transforming my plea into a sexual provocation which was for him only one more incentive, especially since he clearly felt the humidity of my sex that the **** had made more sensitive and disinhibited me more and more, I began to moan to shut me up he put his finger which had entered my intimacy previously while the other hand went down.

• taste yourself little gaijin you are wet, you like that it seems, sake reveals the true nature of the little naughty girls.

completely dominated, I obeyed, and I felt my cyprine on his finger, I heard a zip and his sex slide between my buttocks and start to rub between my thighs, I was totally paralyzed by fear, desire, excitement, I knew that even if someone saw the situation, no one would intervene even less for a gaijin in such a provocative outfit, for many I deserved what was happening to me.

for a long time I felt his breath on my neck and his frantic rubbing when suddenly I felt his sperm spurt bounce on my skirt and splash my pubis and flow down my thighs. I stifled a sob of shame.

• thank you little gaijin next time don't wear panties and a bra.

he released me, I felt him move away as the door opened, before I could react he had left the train as I tried to regain my senses, it took me ages to recover when I arrived at my station, I called Uzachi with my cell phone in tears so that he could come and get me because I was ashamed to walk the streets of Tokyo in this outfit now ruined by this encounter.