1. Bring It On


    Date: 9/20/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    appendage. Nicole purred sweetly in soft Japanese. John didn’t understand her murmurs. She craned her neck back to look dreamy-eyed at her newly arrived Japanese lover. “ ああいたずらな日本人の少年私をファック。 ” Eiko grinned and rammed his tiny member forward. John wasn’t sure what she had said? Something along the lines of “Oh fuck me you naughty Japanese boy.” Nicole wanted an orgasm and John was hopeful she would get one. John departed the private backroom. This whole debauched evening was degenerating into the farce he had feared. His heart was falling. No fee. No deal. This whole thing was turning into a mess. John heard yelling and shouting from the main restaurant. He moved towards the crowd. Nakamura-san and Anatoly were arguing and yelling. He could see Penny in her stunning dress standing to the side. “You fuckee Russians have no honour sensation.” Nakamura’s level of English had deteriorated due to the massive amounts of Sake he had consumed. John assumed the Japanese leader was trying to say the Russians had no sense of honour. The Russian bear glared back at the Japanese like a prize bull being goaded with a red cape. “Vot is you say? You Jap comrade no make fucking sense.” Anatoly was equally far gone under the influence of vodka. He growled on in his heavily Russian accented English. “Maybe vee can fuck your mommy in lap-dance sushi bar? Vot you even say? Russia win war. Japan lose war. Vyy you insult Mother Russia?” Oh fuck. This was becoming a game of one-upmanship. When the ...
    Second World War was dragged out John knew the evening was in trouble. Pandemonium could break out. Insults were being slung like grenades. The Russians might move onto verbal Katyusha launchers and Japan could respond with Kamikaze attacks? Shit! This was insane. Nakamura-san was unsteady on his feet. He swayed from side to side. Svetlana was nearby watching the donnybrook with keen interest. Surprisingly she had a smile on her face. Her beauty again struck John, as he was temporarily distracted from the fracas. “Anatoly fuckee you. No insultee my mother.” Nakamura was taking issue with his mother being dragged into the quarrel. John could sympathise. Mother insults could surely result in a sake-fueled Kamikaze reply. Before the Canadian could say anything to calm the troubled waters Anatoly had already shot back. “Nothing worse than a Japanese mommy’s boy….” Anatoly grinned a huge drunken grin. His eyes were watery and glassy. His nose was now almost bright alcoholic-red. “Except….” The tall Russian looked around the silent crowd. Several people were gaping open-mouthed waiting for fisticuffs to start. Anatoly was making sure he had everyone’s rapt attention before he delivered his pronouncement. “An American who can’t piss straight.” Nakamura broke into a sympathetic grin. The Russian and his Japanese verbal-pugilist opponent broke into mutual gales of laughter. They embraced each other in a wavering and unsteady drunken camaraderie. They both began to insult Americans in ...
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