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Immediately he was enchanted by how
her head lifted as she swayed her back and rocked backwards just a
little bit, knocking his finger over her patch of excited nerve
endings, over and over again. His brother wasn’t there to share her
with him and, as he listened to her soft moans, he knew it was a
real shame.

“Have you ever had someone take you
back here?” The concierge who arranged his night with Yuki had
confidentially explained that, legally, he could take her orally or
anally, but not vaginally. He admitted it was a disappointment to
not get inside her and fuck the night away, although he’d
experienced a great deal of pleasure on a new level. While waiting
for her answer, he teased the tip of his finger in the
opening.

“Hai,” she moaned and again pushed
back against him, taking more of his finger into her ass. He was so
happy to hear she’d had anal sex before since, for some odd reason,
it fed his dream to share Sakura with his brother.

“Was it good?”

“Hai, but…oh.” She stopped speaking
with a long low moan as he slid his finger as far inside her ass as
it would go.

Their last time together was going
to be about Yuki and her desire, even if it killed him. After all
she’d given him throughout the night, she deserved the best he had
to offer.

Slowly, he circled his finger in
her ass before taking it, as well as the finger in her pussy.
Without warning, he thrust them both in again. He wasn’t sure if
the small scream was from again hitting her sensitive bundle of
nerves or because he’d added another finger to enter her backside.
As long as it was from pleasure, it wouldn’t matter.

She gave her ass a little seductive
shake and he responded by spreading the two fingers to help widen
the back passage.

On the next double thrust inside
her body, everything came together and she broke apart around him.
His cock expanded and throbbed in response to her climax he felt
with his fingers. The squeezing pulsations she treated his digits
to threatened to pull his release to ride alongside with hers,
except he wasn’t ready for that to happen. He wanted his erection
to be buried somewhere inside her body when he fell off that
particular edge.

Listening to her panting for air,
he shivered with an urgent need to thrust inside her until he came,
except that wasn’t his plan. Instead, to try and keep him from
racing out of control, he smoothed a hand over her hair and down
her back. He wanted to calm her, only not too much so that she lost
the edge of passion that rode her to climax again and
again.

“Do I have permission to show you
how good being taken back here could be?” To show her what he
meant, Matt took his fingers out and slowly pushed them back in
with a wicked twisting motion to keep her heated.

“Hai, hai!”

There was no way he could hold back
his smile of victory. Good thing he knew hai meant yes, otherwise
he might go crazy waiting for a response he could understand. Yuki
was lost in the eroticism they built together, which must have made
it difficult for her to speak in a different language.

Not able to hold back any longer,
he reached around and, using his hands on her small breasts, pulled
her up to rest against his chest. Plucking the tight tips brought
moans to her lips and her hands grabbing his thighs. He liked how
she made him feel, like a man she desperately needed.

Wanting to hear more of her
lust-filled moans and screams, he slid his hand down until he
captured her clit between his fingers. Firmly pinching the nub
caused her fingernails to dig into his thighs and to throw her head
back against his chest.

The little gem was pure raw passion
and his to please. The only drawback for him was that she wasn’t
Sakura. Thankfully, that was what imaginations were for, and his
hadn’t let him down so far.

Moving his hand away from where it
teased her breast, he used it to introduce his cock to her back
passage, slowly sliding in. He monitored the pace, keeping it
smooth and easy, knowing there would be some initial discomfort,
although hopefully no pain.

She started chanting quietly, under
her breath, so it took a bit of time for him to realize she was
saying hai over and over again. He took it as a good sign, that she
liked where he possessed her and his own need ramped up even
further. He needed to come or he was sure his rod would explode
inside her ass.

Once he was fully embedded, with
hands teasing and twisting her nipples and clit, Matt withdrew and
pushed back in. It wasn’t an easy slide, but the condom he had on,
made slick by honey dripping from between lower lips, made the
journey that much easier. He was concerned for her, although the
fear was quickly dispelled when he dipped a finger into her pussy
and was greeted with a tightness that rivaled the one she had on
his rod.

Fucking both channels, he found a
pace and kept at it as best he could. He had to since the sounds
and jumble of words she offered in return seemed to be filled with
pleasure, and he got off hearing the result of his sexual skill.
That was what he wanted, for her to have a good memory of anal sex.
In his mind it was a necessity since when it came to intimacy, any
type, it always went back to sharing women with his
brother.

Matt closed his eyes and imagined
seeing Sakura moaning between him and Ted, naked and pleading for
more of their attention. They would both be focused on her and she
would always be ready for them. Even if she was working on
something, she’d be ready to take them on so they all were
fulfilled. Body, heart, and soul—heart—just imagining what it would
be like if they possessed her love sent him spiraling out of
control.

The intensity of his orgasm took
him by surprise. His entire body tightened and strained forward as
he called out for the woman he wanted. There was no sense of
reality where he found himself. He became so lost in his passion
that, in the heat of coming, he actually shouted the
unthinkable.

“Sakura!”

“Yes! Yes!”

Robbed of breath, he held her
tightly as he throbbed inside her ever tightening hold. Their
coming together was incredible. Unfortunately, the glow of a great
fuck quickly slipped away when he realized he’d called out the name
of another woman. That was so wrong. Even if the one he held was a
prostitute, nobody at the peak of receiving pleasure deserved to be
called by another’s name.

After he could breathe somewhat
more calmly, Matt moved them around until they lay on their sides.
He hadn’t pulled out of her yet, he couldn’t. She felt too good to
leave. They stayed where they were for some time, neither saying a
word. There were many things going through his mind. Eventually he
apologized.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t right.” He
smoothed a hand over her hip, trying to ensure she knew he meant
it.

“Shhh,” was her answer and he
accepted it. Obviously she hadn’t wanted to talk about being called
by another woman’s name and he had to respect her position. The
mistake was his regret, no need to force her to respond.

They snuggled for a bit longer and
he eventually looked at the clock. It was almost time to get up.
Maybe after they showered together, he could make up for vocalizing
one of his deepest desires by feasting on her pussy. One last time
and it would really be all for her.

“I have to take a shower. You want
to join me?” Matt rubbed a hand over her soft, fleshy ass. He
savored the feel of this woman who gave him a great deal of
pleasure, even if he had placed the face of another over hers. She
looked so delicious lying naked in front of him, her flesh still
glowing from the last round of sex. He found it a struggle to leave
the bed, even though he knew he had to. There was no way he could
miss his flight. A meeting in San Francisco with a transportation
firm and someone from the U.S. Department of Agriculture had
already been arranged, and were required to move forward on the
project.

Laughing at her grumbled response,
he watched as she curled into a ball and already looked like she
was asleep. Understanding her not wanting to get up quite yet, he
pulled the sheet over her as he walked into the other
room.

Turning on the bathroom light, he
shut the door behind him and went about cleaning up. Maybe she’d
join him once she heard the shower running.

While he took off his boots and
socks, Matt laughed softly as a few memories from the night before
came back to him. He wished he had a picture of them together, the
geisha and the cowboy. As far as he was concerned, the night could
only have been better if his brother had been there to take part.
He couldn’t believe the boots had stayed on all night long. That
hadn’t happened in years.

Turning on the water to a steaming
hot temperature, he stepped into the shower and started scrubbing
little patches of her white and red makeup off his face, chest, and
down around his cock. Obviously the stuff had been necessary in
creating his fantasy woman, but it was difficult to clean. Instead
of coming right off with a bit of soap and water, the colored
substance simply moved around. It was only after some serious
scrubbing could he get the stuff off his flesh and on the
washcloth.

The fantasy night had ended up
being great, yet different than he’d expected. He hadn’t put his
cock into her pussy, but had come a multitude of times. Maybe he
could’ve pushed her submissive side further—that made things
hotter—but oddly hadn’t.

Looking down at his once again hard
cock, he was disappointed that she hadn’t joined him. Sex in the
shower was always satisfying. He finished cleaning and turned the
shower off. It wasn’t until he was rubbing himself dry with a thick
plush towel that he acknowledged one thing he definitely felt
uneasy about. After all the time they’d spent together, in the most
intimate of ways, he hadn’t seen her face without the geisha
makeup. He could walk by Yuki on the street and not know it was she
whom he’d spent the night nearly fucking.

A mistake, but Matt wasn’t going to
dwell on it. He’d rectify that with his resurrected erection in a
few minutes.

For months, telephone conversations
between him and Sakura had left him hard at his desk. When he knew
he was about to meet her in person, the need had ramped up to
previously unimagined levels. As he’d thought, she was stunningly
beautiful—smart, witty, and genuinely enjoyable to be around. Upon
seeing her for the first time, he’d discovered her to be a real
turn-on for him, only somehow he’d worked hard to remain focused on
the final prize and ignored everything else. To bring the Big W
Ranch up to spec so they could sell their beef in Japan.

In order for that to happen, with
all the stiff regulations the government had added in the past few
years, he and Ted had needed help. After asking around, a good
friend and fellow cattle rancher from Canada introduced them to Mr.
Nakamura, a gentleman whose company imported a great deal of North
American meat into Japan. Discussions of what they had to offer
eventually led to the man offering help from his quality assurance
department in devising a program that would put the Big W Ranch in
line with Japanese government’s particular regulations.

For most of the past month, he and
Sakura had worked together devising a plan to help them make the
changes necessary to sell beef in Japan. He really liked her and
wished she lived in the States so he could see her socially. That
would be great if she were attracted to him, but he hadn’t believed
she was. Sure, they flirted, but it must not have meant much to
her. She’d disappeared since they’d finished creating a plan and
hadn’t even shown up for dinner on his last night in Japan.
Granted, even if she had wanted to spend time with him outside of
business, it couldn’t have been serious. There was no way she’d go
for the sharing thing he and his brother preferred or the pleasure
they found in the BDSM playground.

After he finished combing his hair,
Matt looked in the mirror and finally acknowledged the truth of
last night. He’d arranged for a prostitute to play out a fantasy
he’d had for a geisha and he’d pretended he’d spent the night with
the woman he’d worked with instead. He seriously liked Sakura, but
he had to accept it wouldn’t work out between them, and Yuki was a
professional.

Not wanting to dwell on the things
he couldn’t change, he muttered to himself about how quickly he’d
become attached to the geisha’s oral skills. Matt walked out of the
bathroom looking for one last blowjob while he feasted on her
pussy. Wrapping a hand around his erection, he stroked the length
as he imagined it was Sakura wrapping a well-painted pair of geisha
lips around him, sucking for his seed.

Stopping short of the bed, he
looked around the room and realized he was alone.

“Well, shit, where’d she
go?”

The money rested on the table top
where he’d left it last night, and a few pieces of her clothing
were lying on the floor. It looked as if she’d left in a hurry.
Walking toward the closet, he stepped on something silky and
realized it was her bag. Looking inside showed no more condoms,
although there was a key card with the hotel logo on it. Most
likely the concierge had arranged for a place for to her get ready
and change into street clothes before they left.