Fantasy Erotica
"Netsuke" a sex story by N. Vasco
"Tell if you like," Jim heard as he walked into the Oriental gift shop.
The store was empty except for an old Asian woman sitting behind the counter, her dark, slanted eyes giving him a curious look as he walked down a narrow aisle lined with shelves displaying all kinds of curios and gifts.
He sniffed the air and noticed a smoking incense stick sticking out of a small jade box on the counter where the lady sat.
"Smells nice in here," he said, trying to strike up a conversation.
She didn't respond. She watched him explore the shelves until he walked up to the counter and said, "I'm looking for a gift...for a woman."
She responded with a sly smile before stepping from behind the counter and leading him to the back room. That's when he noticed the graceful, leaf-shaped gold armlet on her right arm and the tight mandarin dress she wore. His gaze traveled down to her nicely shaped backside, her trim yet curvy hips swaying with each step, a hint of ivory thigh peering from the waste-hi slits, as the "tap" of her black, stiletto heels echoed in the dim interior.
"A little too provocative for someone's grandmother," Jim thought. "But a nice ass."
The old woman must have read his mind. She looked at him and giggled as they
stopped in front a wall lined with shelves. Embarrassed, Jim avoided her gaze. But he was unprepared for the spectacle before him.
They stood in front of a table covered with phalluses of every size, color and texture. On the shelves were dozens of three-inch high, nude figurines. He gazed at a riot of naked men and women. Some masturbated by themselves. Others were involved in everything from one on one sex to orgies that would've broken laws in a few states.
She selected a woman kneeling with her mouth wide open and said, "Called 'Netsuke'. Very detailed, yes?" She turned it to reveal tiny painted hairs around two holes - one for the pussy, another for the anus.
"Very realistic. Arrange anyway you like," the woman said and sat the figurine
at the face of a reclined woman. She placed a kneeling man with an erection behind the woman and slid the porcelain cock into the anus.
"I guess," Jim replied. His gaze wandered and then settled to the figurine of a dark-haired beauty lying on a jade couch. He saw a tiny gold band around the arm.
The old woman noticed his gaze and picked it up. "You like?"
Embarrassed, Jim backed away.
"No...that's okay," he said and bumped against the table, almost knocking down a big
phallus. He picked it up without thinking, waved it around and said; "I was just looking for a vase or... jewelry box?"
He noticed the object he was waving around. He set it down quickly and blushed.
The woman seemed disappointed. She pointed to the front.
"Vases near window. Go pick one. I give good price."
Jim hurried to front of the store. He quickly scanned the shelves, found a very proper
looking vase and walked back to the counter where the old woman was wrapping a small parcel. She smiled, rang up the vase, gave him the change and handed over the parcel.
"I didn't pay for that," Jim said.
"A gift. You like incense, yes?" she said while pressing the package in his hand.
He stammered, "Yes, but..."
She stepped out from behind the counter and quickly led him to the door.
"You take... a gift!" She opened the door, the sound of the chimes almost drowned out by the passing traffic. Jim found himself pushed outside
"I have to close...you open tonight before sleep. Enjoy!"
Bright sunlight and loud traffic greeted his ears. The woman locked the door and
pulled down the shade. His beeper went off. It was the office.
"Damn!" he thought, "I'll be late for the afternoon meeting." He shuffled the packages in his hands. "I'll come back to tomorrow and return this thing," he said out loud while hurrying back to the office.
***
"I love it, where did you get it?" Jim's secretary exclaimed after opening her gift and admiring the vase's intricate designs.
"The Oriental shop down the street."
Natalie gave him a confused look. "I thought that place was closed for the week. I know the owner. He's on vacation with his daughter."
"It was open. An older Asian woman was at the counter," he replied.
"Well, it's mine now." She smiled and went to show it off to the other secretaries.
When Jim got home, he was tired and confused. After a quick shower, he put on his pajamas, sat on his bed and opened the old woman's gift. "Might as well see what it's like," he muttered.
He unwrapped a jade-colored incense box adorned with fine patterns that held a small bundle of incense sticks and a small object wrapped in red paper. He unwrapped the smaller object and, to his surprise, saw the nude lying on the jade couch.
"Great! Now I have to go back tomorrow. She'll probably say I stole it."
He stared at the figurine. She almost seemed real. Her body was perfectly proportioned. The nipples were dark and full, tipping a pair of round, inviting breasts. The hips tapered from a small waist and led to a pair of smooth, shapely legs. The eyes were half closed. The full, red lips were tempting and seductive.
"I wonder what it would be like to kiss those lips," Jim thought, feeling his cock stir.
He sighed, ran his fingers along the tiny, yet perfect body and thought, "This is pathetic.
Here I am getting horny over a porcelain figure."
He lit an incense stick and placed it through one of the holes on the box. When he lay
Down, he saw the bulge of his cock under the sheets and said, "Guess you won't let me sleep tonight." He wrapped his hand around the stiff member, but curiously, he didn't feel like masturbating. The incense had a calm, soothing effect. After a deep breath, Jim felt himself going to sleep, still feeling the hardness of his erection in his fist.
After what seemed like only a few seconds, he woke up naked under the sheets. He turned to look at the incense stick. It was still burning...but the figurine was missing. Jim
heard a noise, turned, and saw the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his entire life.
A gorgeous Asian woman with long black hair and wearing a tight red mandarin
dress walked up to his bed. Her creamy thighs and hips peeked out of the waist-high slits, her nipples poked though the thin fabric. She bowed politely and sat next to him. Jim recognized the leaf-shaped band on her right arm as she leaned close to his face,
held the back of his head and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Her breath tasted sweeter than honey. She purred like a kitten as her tongue gently probed into his mouth.
"Might as well enjoy this dream," he thought as he leaned into her kiss and gently massaged her supple back.
The purr turned into a moan. She responded by kneading his arms and chest. His hands traveled down her back, and it was his turn to gasp when her long red nails glided over the area just above his throbbing cock.
His hands squeezed her firm, yet pliant buttocks. "This has got to be the fullest, hardest ass I've ever held," he thought.
She leaned back, gave him a playful smile, and pulled down the sheets, exposing his
penis. Her eyes glistened like two black pools. She crossed her legs, allowing her thighs and most of her hips to emerge from the slits of her dress.
"Am I glad I'm a leg man," Jim said. She gave him a coy look, took his hand and ran it over her bare thighs, stomach and the inviting swell of her right breast. Her nipples seemed to dig into his palms. Then she climbed on the bed, straddled his chest and undid her dress in a slow, languid manner. The red fabric cascaded down her body, revealing the creamy glory of her upturned, generously tipped breasts, her slim waist and inviting hips.
Jim instantly feasted on her nipples, making her gasp and hiss as his hand traveled to
the wet, silky hairs of her crotch. His finger slipped into the tightest pussy he had ever felt. Her gasping turned into deep, throaty moans.
She sat up, took his fingers from her crotch and licked the juices with her darting
tongue. Jim understood. He eased down to her thighs and let his tongue travel over her moist, puffy lips and into her juicy love hole. He sucked at her prissy little clit, sometimes nibbling it, other times blowing his breath over the hard little bud, making her giggle with delight. He glanced up, saw her enjoying her breasts and resumed his feast, alternating between deep probes and gentle nibbles.
The technique worked. Jim felt her buttocks clench and writhe. She arched her back,
gave a loud moan that sounded more like a scream and uttered she only word she would that night.
"Yes!"
Her body seemed to collapse for a moment. She got off his face, cuddled on the pillow next to his and lapped her juices off his cheeks, lips and chin. Her tongue licked his neck and then she pressed his veined meat between her breasts and rubbed his throbbing pole, making him gasp as a faint stream of pre-come shot out and landed on her right cheek.
"Must be ready to come," he thought, shrugging an apology.
She just smiled, wiped her cheek and licked the pearly drop off her palm.
She lowered her face to just above his hard member. She licked the tip, playfully bit
the head, and ran her tongue over his shaft before parting her lips and drawing him into her mouth.
"Feels like butterfly wings," Jim thought as her lips enveloped him. She sucked gently at first, then harder, moving her exquisite face up and down, as she reached up with one hand and began to toy with his nipples. His pulse now surged in his ears as he gripped the sheets and gasped for air. He felt her other hand reach between his legs and gently scratch his tense sack. The surge in his body became an uncontrollable torrent of pleasure he could barely control until that familiar, hot, wet feeling gushed out of his body and exploded in her mouth. He could barely hear her loud, sucking sounds, her almost purr-like moans making that whisky mouth gently vibrate, sending ripples of pleasure until...
Jim woke up.
He was alone, in his bed, still in his pajamas. He looked under the sheets, expecting
a wet, sticky coating on his pants.
He was dry.
"Strangest wet dream I ever had."
He looked at the night table. The figurine was there, next to the incense box, the wick
now small and spent.
The last thing Jim thought of was the face on the figurine. Her smile was different somehow... She now had an almost pleased, satisfied look on her lips.
Jim stopped by the store the next day. The only thing that greeted him was a "closed" sign indicating the owners would return in a week.
That night, Jim decided to light the incense one more time. His cock stirred at the memory of the previous night.
"It was just a dream," he thought as the aroma instantly covered him with a languid,
sleepy feeling. The last thing he saw was the figurine. Her skin seemed to pulse from within.
Jim woke up on a mat in a room lined panels and illuminated by Chinese lanterns. He was naked underneath a black cotton kimono.
As he got up, one of the panels slid aside, revealing two lovely Asian girls in tight,
Chinese dresses. One wore red, the other green. The air was warm, but Jim could see their nipples poking through the silky fabric and the ivory glory of their naked hips and thighs peering from the side slits. The girls bowed and introduced themselves.
"I'm Jade," said the girl in the green dress.
"I'm Pearl," said the one in the white dress.
Jim stood and bowed, the motion making his erection poke out from of his kimono.
Jade and Pearl saw it and giggled. Blushing, he covered his exposed member and shrugged. The girls exchanged knowing glances and guided him out to a corridor illuminated by paper lamps. They stopped in front of an open panel and stepped into another room. Paper lanterns hung on the wall, casting a warm, yellow light on the floor mats.
The girls led Jim to a chair and sat him down. Pearl began undressing in a provocative
manner in front of him. Her dress fell to the ground, revealing a luscious, naked body bathed in the soft light.
Suddenly, he noticed Jade had tied his hands to the chair.
Jim struggled a little, but stopped when Jade stood next to Pearl and undressed. The green fabric slid off her body until she stood naked and inviting.
Both girls turned their backs to each other and bent over, slowly rubbing each other's
round buttocks, their pleasing sighs and purring moans music to his ears. Then, Jade turned and ran her nipples down Pearl's back before kneeling and probing the wet, luscious crotch with her tongue. Jim's cock stood throbbing and erect by now, aching for one of the girls to use her delicate mouth on it.
Then, it was Jade's turn to enjoy oral pleasure. She stood as Pearl knelt and licked
Jade's pussy. It was torture for Jim: two gorgeous, Asian beauties pleasing each other's naked bodies while all he could do was watch.
A gong sounded out of nowhere.
A panel slid open. Jade and Pearl ceased their activities, stood and bowed as a figure in a black robe glided into the room. The figure stood between two stone jars, each about a foot high. Jim's erection went soft; he was unsure who the new person was.
Both girls got on their hands and knees and crawled to the robed person. Not even the sight of their pretty asses could allay his suspicions. They reached the stone jars and stood, each girl standing on either side of the robed figure. Then a pair of beautiful hands emerged from the dark fabric. Long red nails and noble fingers adorned by gold rings glistened in the candlelight. Jim wondered who the person could be until he saw a gold band on the left arm.
Jade pulled down the hood as Pearl undid the robe.
It was the same woman from his dream.
She smiled at him as the robe slid of her body, revealing the same creamy skin and ample curves from the night before.
Pearl and Jade opened the jars and scooped out handfuls of scented oil. They rubbed it all over the woman's body.
"What a show," Jim thought as two pairs of delicate hands massaged oil over the
woman's ivory breasts, stomach and inviting hips.
Again, the woman smiled at him. Pearl knelt and began licking her pussy. Jim could still remember the way it tasted, sweet with just a hint of tartness. Jade wasted no time. She ran her tongue down her mistress's back, over the cleft of her perfect ass and began licking her anus.
The woman was gasping in delight as both girls probed her luscious flower and delectable back door. She gave Jim a wicked, inviting look and tapped Jade's shoulder. The girl giggled, got up and ran to Jim. She knelt, untied the ropes and led him to her mistress, all the while admiring his throbbing meat.
Pearl and the woman were on the floor, their heads buried between each other's luscious thighs. Pearl rolled underneath, grabbed her mistress's buttocks and revealed the inviting site of her anus. Jade knelt, pulled Jim down and took his cock in her dainty hands. She guided him until he was just outside of the rim of the woman's anus.
Jade pressed his back, allowing him to slowly glide inside.
Jim had never enjoyed anal sex before. The sensation was like having a tight, velvet
glove surrounding his shaft. He inched in, relishing the sensation of her body slowly yielding to his touch as he pumped gently, making sure he wasn't too rough with her. He didn't care if it was a dream or not. He didn't want to force or hurt her. The woman sensed this. She looked at him with her inviting, slanted eyes and said her first word for the night.
"Deeper."
Jim obliged. He slid farther into her back door as she moaned and hissed even louder, her body shuddering under his as he felt her rounded cheeks pressing against his lap. He could sense Pearl feast away on her mistresses body while Jade massaged the woman's clitoris with her delicate fingers, sometimes licking Jim's nipples, sometimes kissing the woman's red lips.
Gradually, that delicious, warm feeling that coursed through his body accumulated
into a gush of pleasure that ached for release. It quickly spread until he felt ready to shatter into a million pieces, and then the woman looked at him over her ivory shoulder, her eyes wide, her lips gasping.
"Yes!"
His body racked and heaved as he felt her hand clutch his buttocks and press him in even deeper just before he felt his pleasure gush out of his body. He could almost feel his soul thrust out of his body into hers as Pearl and Jade continued their tongue-probing kisses and erotic caresses until...
He woke up. Still in his pajamas. In his bed.
Alone.
He looked for the figurine. It was gone
Jim almost tore his apartment apart that night, looking for the naked Asian beauty of his dreams. Frustrated, he went to sleep, alone and tired.
A week later, he went to the store. The chimes rang as he entered. An old man sat behind the counter and asked, "Can I help you?"
Jim didn't know what to say. He expected the old woman to be there.
"Yes...where is the lady that was here three days ago?"
The man gave Jim a quizzical look. "We were closed. I was on vacation with my daughter."
Not knowing what to say, Jim avoided the old man's questioning gaze. Then he saw a black and white photo of a woman under the glass counter. He couldn't help but stare at the picture, and when he saw the old man grab the picture, Jim tried to muster an apology. But Jim saw a smile on the old man's face just before he set the picture on the counter.
Jim felt like he had seen a ghost. The picture was old, but the woman sitting on the ornate chair looked familiar. She wore a tight-fitting mandarin dress with waist-high slits on either side. A gold, leaf-shaped band encircled her left arm.
"This is my wife," the old man said.
Jim looked up, startled. He didn't know if he should feel scared or guilty.
"Your wife?"
"Yes. She died two years ago. She made me the happiest man alive." The old man looked at the picture fondly. "She promised me her soul would not rest until she found the perfect man for our daughter."
The chimes rang over the front door. A feminine voice called, "Father! I brought lunch!"
Jim turned as a beautiful Asian woman in business attire walked up to the counter.
"Xia!" the old man said, "We were talking about your mother."
Xia turned to Jim. "Hello," she said.
The clear bell of her voice rang in his ear. He stared at her. Her suit hugged her deliciously curved body, and a mane of black, lustrous hair surrounded her delicate face -- a porcelain vase surrounded by midnight. Surprisingly, she stared back at him, those coal-black eyes smiling, her eyebrows a pair of startled raven's wings, her coral lips slightly parted, revealing pearly teeth.
His throat felt very tight; the "hello" he finally managed to give her sounded more like a croak through the sur
ging pulse in his ear.
The old man noticed how they stared at each other. He glanced at his wife's picture.
"Won't you join us for lunch?" he asked Jim.
"I don't want to intrude."
The old man laughed. "I'll set another place." He left Jim and Xia alone.
An awkward silence followed. Again, she treated him to that lovely smile. "Sorry, my father can be a bit pushy sometimes," she finally said.
He glanced down at the bag she was carrying. "Let me help you," he said.
"Thank you," she replied. Jim took the bag and she removed her blazer, revealing the gossamer, sleeveless blouse she wore underneath. Suddenly, Jim's mind reeled. It wasn't the way her blouse clung to her upturned breasts, or even the way the silken fabric hinted at the generous outline of her erect nipples. Instead, it was the gold, leaf-shaped band she wore on her left arm that made him stare.
She noticed this.
"It used to belong to my aunt. Some people think it's too provocative."
She stepped a little closer, a coy look on her delicate face, the inviting contours of her body now inches away.
"What do you think?"
He smiled, gazing into those two dark pools.
"It's perfect."
Originally published November 2005 - "Taboo!"