Getting deported from Korea was the best thing that ever happened to Pihla. Flying back home bombed out of her mind on LSD hadn't been a pleasant experience. Doing that while wearing her dorm pants, fuzzy slippers, and her new belly button piercing itching like a motherfucker because of an infection probably wasn't a bright idea while going through customs, but she made it through okay. Tall and slim, Pihla had a youthful innocence about her. "A" cup breasts on the verge of spilling over into a "B" cup and a pixie hair cut dyed hot pink made the recent college grad look as if she hadn't received her high school diploma yet. Her legs and bum were pleasantly girlish, even though Pihla probably would have been happier with a more pronounced bubble and longer, deeper, ass cleavage. The bored customs inspector waived her through, admiring her tight little ass as she went off to find her baggage.

After a dull, boring year of waiting on tables and slinging espressos in her hometown of Toronto, Pihla was ready to go back to Asia and teach English. This time she wanted to do things right, and found a job in Osaka, Japan. A sensible girl, she bleached her hair before leaving for Osaka, and had been growing it out ever since.

The salary-men loved her barely legal alternative freshman year college look. Well, the pervier ones anyway, the men who bought her used panties. Like a lot of foreign teachers in Japan, Pihla made a lot of money teaching private English lessons on the side. Unlike most foreigners, she had another revenue stream. In Canada, she had sold her panties on Craigslist, and was delighted to find out after placing an ad in a regional ex-pat magazine that Japanese salary-men were willing to pay handsomely for soiled gaijin underwear.

Before he even got a chance to sniff her panites, the red and white baseball shirt, denim mini-skirt, and her blue, ribbed knee high tube socks were going to make her customer jizz in his pants. Her high-top red canvas sneakers completed her ensemble, and were a lot more comfortable to wear than high heels. Her roots were begining to show, but Pihla thought it looked more edgy than sloppy.

As she walked down the shotengai, her bottle blonde hair tied up in a sassy little pony-tail, she gazed wistfully at the fake designer handbags being hawked by street vendors. She certainly had no regrets about her time spent in Osaka. She had a good run, and had just finished her last lesson at her school late in the afternoon. After a month long vacation she would resume teaching English in Japan, but this time in Tokyo. Stopping abruptly in front of an Israeli vendor, she squatted down to get a better look at some gorgeous fake designer handbags.

 

They looked like the real thing. White leather, little Ls and Vs in bold primary colors. No matter how many private lessons she taught, and smelly g-strings she sold, she couldn't afford a month long vacation and a genuine designer handbag. And it wasn’t like she was some sort of shameless, brand-name whore. The white ones had been designed by a famous Japanese artist. It was…a cultural thing. Nothing shallow or materialistic about it at all. She let out a deep sigh of disappointment. Well, the fake hand-bags would be cheaper in Thailand -

Fuck it. Standing up, Pihla pulled out a fistful of yen, and bought the handbag – or rather, the fake handbag - of her dreams. Stuffing it in her over-sized courier bag, she hurried through the shotengai to the quiet little coffee shop where she had agreed to meet her last client in Osaka. Checking the burner phone she had purchased for her used lingerie business, she was relieved to see that there were no messages. Nothing. That was good.

 

Breaking into a jog she ran down the shotengai to the cafe and after purchasing a iced coffee, ran up to the second floor to find a seat before the client arrived. She sank into the comfortable chair and savored her ice coffee and the brief, calm interlude before show-time. It didn't last long as a few minutes later she heard the heavyset sound of feet climbing the stairs.

Arming herself with a smile, it morphed from forced to genuine as she realized that a genuinely impressive specimen of masculinity had contacted her. Fairly tall for a Japanese male, he had a tan and the outdoorsy physique to go with. Most of her clients were old and balding, or young and nebbish. This looked like a guy she would actually consider fucking. Well, Pihla’s type was usually more her age, had shaggier hair and a beard, but she wouldn’t kick this client out of bed.  A little conservative for her tastes - if his closely cropped hair was anything to go by he probably played baseball and not soccer in high school - but definitely an attractive specimen of masculinity.

 

And of even more interest, was the shopping bag that he was carrying. It was brown, and emblazoned with little yellow “L’s” and “V’s”. A discreet peak over the edge of the bag revealed that the present inside was her own fake handbag’s identical, albeit genuine, twin. Pihla stifled a squeal of delight and a smile of recognition, trying to channel herpleasant discovery into flirting with Koji.

After shaking hands, and making introductions she turned around and pushed her skirt down her slender hips in order to give him a better look at her whale tail and the creamy white flesh under her clothes. She was wearing a cute little black g-string with a glittery gold kitty silk-screened on the crotch panel. Excusing herself to go to the ladies room, she pulled the garment down her pleasantly lean, long, thighs and calves. Pihla paused for a moment before putting on the clean pair of boy shorts she had stashed in her courier bag.

 

Feeling naughty, she put them back in her bag and walked back out into the shop to make the exchange. Maybe this little business transaction could lead to something bigger…

***

Koji was plastered when they got back to house in the suburbs. Stumbling home from the station, he had been all hands, groping Pihla’s ass and brushing up against her tits every chance he got. Pihla didn’t care. Getting bolder, he started kissing Pihla on the lips, and slipped her some tongue. Soon they were French-kissing. It was kind of like licking an ashtray. Koji smoked like a chimney, but getting some felt good, regardless of whether or not Koji was a smoker.

 

With no job and a flight leaving tomorrow just before noon, she had time to kill. All the gaijin guys wanted to do was...do as many Japanese chicks as they possibly could. It had been awhile since Pihla had got some, and she had never been with a Japanese man before. Even though he seemed a little conservative, he was handsome, urbane, and a lot more generous than any Canadian boy she had dated. She was beginning to understand why some of her gaijin girlfriends swore by Japanese men...

 

Plus, there was the matter of what was in the bag. The drunker and hornier Koji got, the easier it would be to make the switch later.  It was a push present for his wife, who had recently given birth. For the next month, she and the newborn were staying with her parents, and Koji was enjoying the bachelor life.

 

Over drinks, he’d bragged about his numerous “conquests”. He’d been saving up for months, and an army of Russian and Portugese whores had entered and left his house, and would continue to do so until his wife returned. He had small boxful of panties hidden away somewhere in his office as proof of his conquests. An American high school and college education had given him a fluent, colloquial command of English and a passion for women with blond (or at least bleached) hair and round blue eyes.

 

Fortunately for her, Pihla had both, with the added bonus of being a slut from North America, not a professional whore from Europe. Pihla had been very careful, and although she had been a little tipsy when she got in the cab, had sobered up considerably on the drive to Koji’s house.  Not that she let on. No, if Koji ever found out a switch had been made, she wanted him to suspect one of those cold, calculating Russian hos that were parading in and out of the bedroom he shared with his wife.

 

Laughing and giggling as they walked back from the convenience store, Koji took long, generous swigs from the bottle of whiskey he’d purchased. Pihla politely delclined Koji’s offers of whiskey, and at this point in the evening he was too drunk to care or notice. There was a good chance she might be able to make the switch without having to put out. Not that she would object if Koji was up for a little lovin’…

 

Koji stepped up his game as soon as they stepped over the threshold, letting the gift drop to the floor while he and Pihla grappled together in a passionate embrace, pausing briefly between kisses to kick off their shoes before making their way up to the bedroom. They staggered up the stairs to the bedroom, lips crazy glued together as their hands roamed freely exploring each other.

 

After entering the bedroom, Pihla pushed Koji away and pulled off her baseball shirt. Letting it fall to the floor, her black sports bra joined it a few seconds later. Koji gawked at her tits, taking in her porcelain white flesh, and her unusually large, brown aureola. She undid the button on her denim mini-skirt and let it fall down around her ankles. Koji didn’t notice as he was too busy enjoying the pleasant sight of her breasts. The aureola around her lemon sized breasts fascinated Koji, as the diameter of her aureolas was large relative to the size of her boobs.

Finally, Koji’s eyes drifted further down, and smirked when he realized he had just hit the jackpot. He seemed just as enchanted by the sight of her bald, hairless cunny as he was by the sight of her tits. The lips of her labia were relatively thin and pinched together, and her labia minora peeked tentatively above her labia majora.

"You're not wearing any panties. And your pussy is…bald"

"Well, I was hoping to get a little lovin’….”

He shrugged and gave her a wolf-like smile.

"I’m not going to complain."

Pihla flashed him her most winning smile, and took off her watch. The big, clunky, virtually indestructible resin digital watch she had "borrowed" from an ex-boyfriend hit her skirt with a muffled thud. Standing there wearing nothing but a thin silver necklace with her first initial on it and her knee high socks made her perversely feel even more naked than if she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing or jewelry at all.

 

She looked down at the floor and stared demurely at her toes as Koji examined her in all her feminine glory. After taking another long swig from his bottle, he reached out, and tweaked one of her dark brown nipples hard, and she lifted her head up with a squeal. Pihla decided to play along, giggled and slapped his hand away. Another grin from Koji, another long pull from the bottle, his other hand quickly snaked out and tweaked her other nipple. Lingering this time, he seemed intrigued by how erect it had become. Cupping her breast, he suckled on one nipple, and then the other.

Unfortunately, as it would turn out this was nothing more than an all too brief tease. Foreplay really wasn't in Koji's vocabulary. A man suckling her tits made Pihla melt, and her pussy juice flow, but after a few minutes of playing with her breasts, he pushed her down on her knees. Koji didn't even waste so much as a second on stroking her kitty. Pihla pushed it out of her mind. It was his loss. The sooner he came, and fell asleep, the sooner she could put her plan into action.

In a matter of seconds she had his pecker out of his fly, and gripping it firmly in her hand went to town on his joystick. Fisting his five inch shaft while her head bobbed up and down along the top of his pole, Koji stared down at her as she used her mouth and hand in order to satisfy him. A loud sigh from Koji caused her to stop her efforts and look up at him quizzically. She felt like such a little fool kneeling in front of him naked, with his cock in her mouth, looking up at him with wide eyes. Pihla was definitely no prude, having smoked a lot of pole in the past, and she planned to smoke morepole in the future. It just felt weird to be in such a submissive, vulnerable position with someone she hardly knew and hadn't built up some trust with.

"Put your hands behind your back."

Pihla didn’t like where this was headed, but her lust for designer goods overcame her reluctance to be submissive for a one night stand. Quick to comply, Pihla closed her eyes and put her hands behind her back, leaning forward to take his pecker in her mouth and awkwardly began to bob up and down on his pole. It was a little messy, and drool began to dribble off her chin and onto the living room floor.

 

Another pained sigh from Koji prompted her to stop what she was doing and look up at him to see what was wrong. Picking up the bottle of whiskey from the floor, he took another long pull before giving her his instructions, his words becoming more progressively slurred as he spoke.

"No you stupid cunt. Look me in the eyes while you suck my cock."

Ugh. Sexist pig. If she felt a little bit guilt about her scam before, it was gone now. Eager to get him off and get this over with, she did as she was told. Grabbing her firmly by the jaw and the back of her head, he began to shove his cock in and out of her mouth. Wordlessly, she looked up at him and struggled to get some air whenever he pulled his cock out of her mouth.

If Pihla thought she looked foolish before, she was wrong. Not even a village idiot could match her stupid gaze as Koji's prick assaulted her oral orifice relentlessly, causing her to salivate uncontrollably. The string of drool on her chin had become a goatee, making her chest wet with saliva. Koji's pecker stabbed in and out of her mouth like a piston, Pihla realized she didn't really know what being objectified and used like a piece of meat meant before this moment. It was an awful experience, and it kept on getting worse.

Banging up against her tonsils, Koji held her head down on his cock, choking her with his penis. Tears welled up in her eyes, and Pihlacould feel her mascara running down her face. Gagging up more phlegm on his prick, she tried to push him away, but Koji was strong and held her down on his penis for a few seconds longer, then relented and allowed her to come back up for air.

 

It became increasingly difficult to breathe as Koji jammed more and more of his joystick down her throat with each thrust and held her head down on it for longer and longer periods of time. Struggling to draw in air through her nose, Pihla would gasp sputter and choke, and finally, when she was desperate for air, would push Koji away with her hands. If she retched, he would give her a minute to recover, but otherwise, he would grab Pihla by her ponytail and ram his dick right back down her throat after she had inhaled and exhaled a couple of times.

Going deeper and deeper every time he slammed his cock into the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicked in, and she puked over his cock after one especially long, hard thrust. If Koji noticed, he obviously didn't care or found it a turn on, as he just continued to rape her face with reckless, gleeful abandon. Unfortunately for Pihla, once she started to vomit, it was difficult to stop, and soon the snacks and beer she had drunk at the izakaya decorated her chin and torso, in addition to Koji's shaft and nut-sack. It tasted awful every time he forced her mouth back down on his cock. Stifling her feeling of helplessness, Pihla calmed herself with the knowledge that she would be delivering some payback soon enough.

 

After jamming his cock down her throat and almost causing her to black out, he left the room while she puffed, gasped, and wheezed on the floor. Koji returned a few minutes later with a scary looking pair of dental clamps and a large glass bowl. Thrusting the bowl into her hands he barked some instructions at her.

 

“Hold the bowl under your chin, and don’t spill a fucking drop you stupid cunt.”

 

Little “L’s” and “V’s” danced together in her imagination as she stared blankly at the bedroom wall while he spread her mouth open with the clamps. Pihla’s knees felt sore and her jaw ached. What happened next came as a surprise: Koji just stood there in front of her with his eyes closed, his face furrowed in concentration. Pihla was too dazed from the relentless assault on her oral orifice to figure out what he was going to do next as he stood in front of her with his penis pointing at her open mouth.

"That's real fuckin' good bitch. Don't forget to swallow."

 

Being able to breathe freely was pleasant as Koji stood in front of her, but Pihla’s brief intermission from this assault on her dignity as a human being didn’t last very long. Grabbing her firmly by her blond pony-tail, he held her head in position as he relieved himself in Pihla’s mouth. Choking and spluttering, Pihla swallowed some of the urine, but as she emerged from her daze Pihla just let it flow out of her mouth on onto her chest, the warm liquid rushing down her torso, pooling in her belly button, and some of it dripping on to the carpet.

 

That was a BIG mistake. The stream stopped for a moment, and then a sharp blow landed on the side of her head, knocking the dental clamps out of her mouth and Pihla onto the floor. The blow hurt, and as her face turned red, and tears of humiliation and pain started to flow down her face. Acting as if nothing had happened, Koji picked her up and pushed the dental clamps back into her mouth. Smiling down at her as she glared up at him, he gave her a gentle verbal admonition before using her mouth as a urinal again.

 

“Swallow, don’t spit, cunt. Gonna ruin my carpet…”

 

After a few seconds of waiting, the bitter brackish fluid flowed back into her mouth, and Pihla successfully swallowed the nasty yellow water, gulping it down and trying not to dwell on the taste. Koji’s flow gradually slowed down, and she leaned forward to drink the remainder. When he was done, he stood there for a few minutes, enjoying his conquest, and she let out a loud belch. It tasted absolutely vile in her mouth, even worse than the pee, but she was able to suppress her urge to vomit. Picking up the bottle, he took another long pull from it.

 

Gazing up at the bottle clenched in his fist, Pihla’s heart leaped with joy when she realized Koji had poured about half its contents down his throat. That hand-bag was going to be hers. And she’d figure out some way to get a little bit of extra payback…

 

That train of thought was interrupted when without any warning Koji grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. Wriggling and squirming with discomfort, Pihla tried to follow him as quickly as she could while he half dragged, half pushed her over to the bed, and threw her on the bed, so that she was lying on it horizontally with her head hanging over the edge. Walking back to where she had been kneeling, he picked up the bowl and his bottle of whiskey, drinking some more as he staggered into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he staggered back with a tube of lipstick.

After smearing her mouth with lipstick, he wrote something on her forehead. Moving lower, he drew little hearts around her aureola, then wrote "cunt" above her bald labia.

"I wrote 'cunt' on your forehead too."

Moving the bowl under her head, he pinned one of her shoulders down with one hand, and grabbed her by the throat with the other. Then he jammed his prick down her throat again and pumped away. The head-hanging-over-the-edge-of-the-bed position might have felt better for Koji's cock, but it did nothing for what little was left of Pihla's dignity. Phlegm, mucus, saliva, snot and vomit streamed down her face and into her hair, mixing with the mascara in a viscous mask. Raping her face, he gently massaged her throat as she struggled to accommodate his penis. The bile and fluid that dripped and ran out of her mouth started to collect in the bowl.

For some reason having her throat fucked senseless with her head hanging over the edge of the bed amplified the feeling of strangulation to an unbearable degree. The position allowed Koji to force every last inch of his cock down her throat, his ball-sack banging against her nose as he plowed her mouth. Pihla would writhe on the mattress, her back arching higher, her hips flailing wildly, and buttocks clenched in fear, as Koji pinned her shoulders down and humped her mouth. While Koji didn't mind her struggles, he did insist that Pihla keep her legs spread while he skull-fucked her. Occasionally he would slap her when she forgot to open her legs again after her reflexes kicked in and she had closed them while twisting around on the bed in a vain effort to escape Koji's rape of her face.

Pausing for a moment, Koji stood in front of her. Pihla wondered if he had finally come. It was hard to tell, as his pecker had been buried so far down her mouth his seed had probably been shot directly into her stomach. Even if he came in her mouth, it would have been difficult to distinguish the taste amongst all the snot, mucus, saliva, urine, and puke working their magic on her taste-buds. With both his hands pinning her shoulders down she suspected he wasn't done, and Pihla prepared for another round of sexual battery.

Which...never came. Instead, Koji urinated on her face again. Some of it landed in her mouth, but he was too far gone to insist that she swallow. Most of it landed in the bowl after it had been sprayed in her face. At this point he had morphed from an out and out sadist into a horny, deranged mutt marking his territory. And Pihla understood that for the moment, she was his bitch. Soon, very soon, she was going to turn the tables on him.

But that wasn't going to happen right away...Pushing, pulling, and turning Pihla around on the mattress so that her ass was now hanging off the edge of the bed and her knees scraping the carpet, it was clear that Koji was going to use a different orifice. Too stunned to resist, Pihla didn't say anything until she heard where Koji wanted to go next.

 

“Pussy…”

 

“No.”

 

Stars burst in front of her eyes as Koji’s fist slammed into the back of her head. So much for a one night stand, this was swiftly turning into a date rape. Pihla stood her ground though, and resumed her protest.

 

“Condom. Please. I’m not on the pill.”

 

“Other hole.”

 

Letting out a muffled, outraged cry of frustration into the comforter, Pihla tried to prepare herself for the unwanted anal assault. While she was certainly no virgin back there, Pihla’s pooper hadn’t seen any action since her arrival in Japan. Anal sex was something she did for a lover, not a drunken one night stand. Her only consolation was the fact that she had figured out the perfect wayto make Koji pay for this unwanted violation of her special bathroom place.

 

Spitting on her asshole and his prick, Koji still wasn't able to force the head of his penis into her tight shitter. Muttering a barely audible curse, he got up and went to the bathroom to look for lubricant, shedding his clothes and taking swigs from his bottle of whiskey as he did so. Pihla resisted the urge to flee. While she didn't relish the idea of being corn-holed by this drunk, the prize waiting for her downstairs was too good to pass up. Plus, she couldn’t wait to get back at Koji for sexually humiliating her like this...

Upon his return, Koji roughly applied to some lipstick to her asshol, scrawled something on her back and giggled like the psychotic little maniac he was. Breathing raggedly, Pihla knew he was waiting for her to ask him what he had scrawled on her snow white flesh. It was like a train wreck. Pihla knew that it was demeaning, but she had to find out.

"So what -"

"Ass pussy."

Koji laughed.

"Underneath the words I drew an arrow."

Pihla didn't really care at this point. Whatever got him off. She had something far worse planned for Koji. Without any ceremony, Koji got to work and roughly jammed a huge glob of vaseline up her bum-hole. Pausing for a moment he put some more on his fingers and rubbed it all over his cock. After completing this chore, without any ceremony, he jammed his willy up her dirt-pipe. The bed muffled her low, anguished moan of pain as he pushed his pecker up her butthole, and once he'd gotten it lodged firmly up her stink-bud, began to push in and out.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. She tried to relax and push out like she was taking a shit, but it didn't do much good. At least not now. Not as long as he was using his pecker as a battering ram. That bastard wasn't going in gently at all. Letting out another muffled cry of physical anguish, Pihla vowed to make that fucker pay much more than he bargained for – Pihla was going to extract a price that was higher than the cost of the designer handbag when she was finished with Koji. Stopping for a moment, she could hear his hand fumbling on the floor. A few loud gulps and the thud of the bottle hitting the night table signified Koji was ready to resume sodomizing her. Pihla steeled herself for the renewed anal onslaught, but before he resumed plugging her ass again, he couldn't resist rubbing her nose in it.

 

“Fuck. I’d have to pay a Russian girl 50,000 yen to do all that.”

Oh, how she was going to make that bastard pay...Unfortunately, thoughts of revenge only helped stifle the pain somewhat in her backside. Koji was hammering away at her hiney like a crazed chimpanzee, just slamming in and out of her dumper as if her asshole was a pussy. Which it wasn't. But Koji was obviously too drunk, or too much of a misogynistic sociopath to care about the difference.

Finally, just when she couldn't imagine sinking any lower, Koji found a way to up the ante. The psycho fish-hooked her. Using his fingers, he spread and stretched the corners of Pihla's mouth into a horrible grimace as he rutted up against her rump. It was as if the demented freak was trying to rub her nose in the fact that she had been forced to submit to him sexually. His thrusts reached a crescendo, and as he drove his dick home harder and deeper every time he pushed it back in, Pihla's ass felt like it had been set ablaze -

And as suddenly as it began, it was over. Koji buried his manhood as far into her as he could, and shot his seed into her bowels. Without any ceremony, he rolled off of her, scooched over on the bed, curled up, and either passed out or fell into a coma. For a moment, Pihla just lay there, too stunned to move or do anything. A loud fart tumbled out of her puckered starfish, and jizz, lube, and some of her feces plopped with a wet splash into the bowl that was fortunately directly under her ass. Pihla didn't relish the thought of having to clean her own shit off the floor to preserve her "nice girl" image.

The fumes were awful, but the sound and the smell didn't wake Koji from his slumber. Pihla made a beeline to the bathroom to flush the disgusting contents of the bowl down the toilet, and quickly clean up.When she was done, she gathered her clothes, dressed, and hurried downstairs to make the switch and get her revenge on Koji.

Pihla made the switch quickly, and felt a surge of excitement when she placed the real designer hand-bag in her courier bag. Frigging her clit and fingering her pussy to stimulate her vaginal juices, Pihla rummaged around her courier bag for her boy shorts, wiped her vage dry with the inside crotch panel of the panties, folded them into a neat, thin square, and dropped them into a side pocket of the handbag. She zipped everything up and put it back down on the floor.

Listening carefully for a minute, Pihla heard not so much as a sound or hint of movement from Koji upstairs. She quietly exited his house and made her way outside to look for a taxi. So much for making him miso soup in the morning. The thought made her giggle.

***

Sitting in the cab, Pihla'shiney ached from all the abuse Koji had dished out on it. Peeking inside her courier bag to admire her loot, Pihla's bum felt a little less sore as she gazed at it...