The Blue Chrysanthemum - Chapter 18
I was awakened by the increasing volume of the sound of birds chirping. It was my notification from reception that my afternoon client had arrived. I quickly put back on my dark blue kimono with cherry blossoms and went to reception.
I was surprised to find my client was rikishi, a sumo wrestler. Rikishi is Japanese for strength and warrior. I could tell by his dress that he was one of the more high ranking rikishi, a juryo. He was wearing a hoari-montsuki and hakama pants. Haori-montsuki is kimono with his crest, and hakama pants are very large legged pants which almost look like a floor length skirt. His hair was up in a traditional chonmage top-knot.
I made the polite greeting bow which he returned. I knelt and removed his geta and white tabi socks. Geta are sandals with small blocks of wood on the bottom, in front and back, which raise the geta up about an inch. Tabi are white cotton socks which fasten with tabs in the back of the ankle. I escorted him to my room.
In the room we had the usual "you are American" conversation over tea. I learned his name was Inoue Kentaro. I introduced myself as Billy. I discovered that rikishi are not supposed to be at gentleman's club. It is against the strict rules of the Japan Sumo Association. JSA controls every aspect of the rikishi life including clothes, diet and daily schedule. They live in a dormitory with other rikishi by a strict regimen.
I stood and removed the tea service. When I turned back, Mr. Inoue was already standing. He was about 5'10" tall and I have no idea of his weight, except that he was a very large man. Average rikishi weights are 300 to 400 pounds. I knew this wasn't going to be a missionary position fuck. I would never survive.
I removed Mr. Inoue's jacket. Then I untied the cord belt to his kimono and removed the kimono. I untied the cotton belt to his hakama and dropped them to the floor where he stepped out of them. He was standing in his hoary-montsuki (crested kimono). I untied the sash and removed the kimono. He was wearing traditional rikishi mawashi which is a white cotton loincloth.
He stood still as I unwrapped his mawashi revealing a six inch, fat, uncut cock surrounded by black silky pubic hairs. A set of large, low-hanging balls were behind the cock between his heavy thighs.
I turned my back to Mr. Inoue and removed my kimono revealing my firm bubble butt to him before I turned to face him. When he saw my circumcised dick his eyes went wide. He immediately reached out to touch it.
He ran his index finger around the bulbous head of my dick causing it to swell at his touch. Then he grasped my hardening dick between two fingers and pulled me to the futon where he knelt in front of me and studied my dick as if he couldn't figure out where the foreskin had gone.
Mr. Inoue leaned forward and tentatively took my dickhead in his mouth. His tongue traced the ridge around the base of my glans. My now hard dick was beginning to release precum. Once he seemed satisfied that this was really a dick, even though it didn't have a foreskin, he began to suck and move his mouth up and down my swollen dick shaft.
For someone who is not supposed to be at a gentleman's club, Mr Inoue was an experienced cocksucker. His mouth moved over the sensitive head of my leaking dick like a pro. Both of his large hands were on my hips, holding me steady as he blew me.
His superb cocksucking skills had me at my orgasm quickly, and I began to cum in his mouth. He moaned in pleasure as my balls pumped my afternoon cumload down his throat. He obviously enjoyed sucking cock and enjoyed swallowing cum. He didn't stop until it was apparent that there was no more cum left within me. He sucked my dick clean before letting it slip from between his lips.
Then Mr Inoue lay down on his back on the futon. He knew how his weight and size dictated position. I knelt beside him and took the small bottle of oil and applied it to his hard, fat, seven inch, uncut cock. I massaged his cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth until he was leaking precum.
Then I straddled Mr. Inoue's hips, with my back to him and lowered myself onto his cock. I felt the oily cockhead press against my rosebud anus. I relaxed my sphincter and took a deep breath as I lowered my bubble butt toward his hips. I felt the head of his hooded cock try to push inside. I took another breath and pushed down again, gaining more of his thick, fat cock. One more deep breath and I pushed with my ass muscles as if I were taking a huge shit and his cock slipped inside me.
I rested for a few seconds before slowly lowering my body down until my firm bubble butt rested on his hairy groin. Mr. Inoue moaned in pleasure as I settled down onto his lap. His hands were on my hips.
I began to move my hips up and down and could feel his hard, fat cock moving inside my hungry hole. Mr. Inoue didn't have too much in length, and I enjoyed the thickness of his fat cock. As I moved, he continued to moan in pleasure.
I raised myself on my knees as I bounced on his rikishi manhood. His hands on my hips pulled me down hard against his groin with each bounce driving his fat cock as deeply inside my mancunt as possible. I had a good rhythm going and could feel another orgasm boiling up inside me with his cock's stimulation of my pleasure button.
The closer I was to orgasm, the faster I bounced on Mr Inoue's hard, uncut cock. I began to stroke my hard, precum leaking dick as I rode Mr. Inoue. His hands continued to slam my hips down onto his groin and he began to raise his hips to meet me.
His fat cock hit my prostate and I shot my wad. My dick exploded with my warm, sweet jism. I shot my cum up and out until it was running down over my fingers around my dick.
My orgasm caused my ass muscles to clinch around Mr. Inoue's cock causing it to cum. I could fell his warm manseed filling my insides with each bounce. I ground my hips down against his trying to get as much of Mr. Inoue's cum and cock inside my hole as possible. His cock throbbed inside me with each pulse of his orgasm.
Mr. Inoue held me tightly down against his groin as his orgasm subsided. He was breathing heavily. I was too. This was a good fuck and my first with a rikishi.
Mr. Inoue eventually relaxed his hold on my hips and let his hands fall to his sides. I stayed on top of him until his fat cock went soft and slipped out of my swollen ass, along with some of his cumload. Then I raised myself off of him and knelt by his side.
"You make very happy ending," Mr. Inoue said. "I hear about you at heya. Rikishi are not supposed to go to gentleman's club, but I must see Goruden Aoimuro's circumcised cock." (Heya is the training dormitory for rikishi.)
"I am happy I make very happy ending for you, Inoue san," I replied. "I am honored that you came to me for happy ending."
"No one must know I came here for happy ending," Mr. Inoue said. "I broke the rules for rikishi, but now that I have met Goruden Aoimuro, I must come again."
"I understand, Inoue san," I assured him. "I respect my clients privacy. No one will know you were with me. I hope you do not get in trouble for breaking rikishi rules, and I hope I will see you again."
With that, Mr. Inoue rolled over and stood up. I went to the bathroom and got warm cloths to wipe his fat cock and groin clean. I also wiped myself clean of our cum. I would need to find where mine went when I shot my load, and clean it after I come back from reception.
Mr. Inoue wrapped his mawashi for himself. He knew better than I how to do that for his comfort. I assisted as he put on his hoary-montsuki, followed by his hakama and outer kimono and finally his jacket. I put on my own kimono and escorted him back to reception. We bowed politely as we said goodbye. I watched is he left the BC to a taxi that was waiting for him. (Rikishi are not allowed to drive, mostly because they can't fit behind a steering wheel.)
I returned to my room and cleaned up my cum from where it had shot onto the tatami mat. I changed the sheets on my futon and took a brief hot bath. Afterwards, I lay down on my futon and reflected on my first experience with a rikishi. It was good. They are gentle giants.
Geisha at BC have a schedule for clients; morning client from 9 AM to noon. Noon to 2 PM we have time for lunch. Afternoon client from 2 PM to 5 PM. 5 PM to 8 PM we have time for supper. Evening client from 8 PM to midnight. At 5 PM, I put on my kimono and crossed the hall to knock on Ryu's door.
After a few minutes, he opened the door slightly. I could see that he was naked but the door hid his privates.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?" I asked, hopefully.
"I am honored by your invitation," Ryu said. "Geisha cannot have relationship with anyone. Not client. Not other geisha. Not anyone. You and I had good sex, but we cannot do it again. If I have supper with you, we know where it will lead. We must not see each other again."
With that Ryu bowed his head, as if in shame, as he closed the door. I stood there so disappointed. Ryu was beautiful. We had fantastic sex. I had instant feelings for him. But I also knew we had broken the rules of geisha.
I went back across the hall to my room and closed the door behind me. Now I wasn't sure I wanted to be geisha. As much as I wanted and enjoyed the sex, I also needed friends. And, I think I would eventually want a life partner.
I knew I had a friend in Asahi, so I went up the hall to his room. I knocked and he answered. He was wearing a purple kimono with yellow sunflowers on it. He could instantly tell something was wrong.
"Come in, Billy, and tell me what is the matter," Asahi said.
I broke down in tears as I told him about meeting Ryu and the sex we had together and how he had turned me away.
"I know," said Asahi. "I know Ryu. He is a very handsome man. I can understand how you have feelings for him. But, you also know geisha rules. I explained that to you and you made your choice."
"I don't know if I want to continue to be geisha if I can't be in love. I hadn't experienced these feelings before, so I didn't know what I was giving up. My decision was based on my newfound craving for sex. I can't get enough of a man's cock in my ass. I don't care if I cum or not. I just need cock filling my ass, moving inside me, massaging my pleasure button."
"You are young. Your hormones are driving your lust. That will pass. Then life has to have meaning for something else. You must have interest in dance, or music, or flower arranging, or painting. Something to occupy your mind and your time when you are't with a client," said Asahi. "Come have supper with me."
I sat on the floor cushion and Asahi shared his rice and miso soup with me. I began to feel better with Asahi's company. He had enough experience to know how I was feeling. I think he had probably experienced the same thing as I just did. I sucked up my feelings and returned to my room for my evening client.
To be continued
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