Like most American men, I’ve always been intrigued by the mystery of the Orient. While in college I dabbled in Zen and learned the basics of kung fu and karate but, truthfully, I was always most enamored of the enigma of East Asian women. Those I’d come to know were always so peaceful, with an air about them that was positively ethereal, as if they carried with them a kind of worldly wisdom.

After college I moved to the West Coast and, along with some college buddies, started a small computer business. We worked long and hard before things started to click, and finally, we landed a huge account with a well-known Japanese firm.

For so long I had admired the business acumen of the Japanese. I had watched wide-eyed as they grew to the world’s number-one economic power, and I was positively thrilled to be doing business with them.

I was scheduled to meet with a few of their company executives and I had to fly to New York, where I spent a week at one of the city’s ritziest hotels. Admittedly I was both awestruck and endlessly impressed by the enormity of the city and of the operation my Japanese colleagues had built for themselves.

After we struck a deal and shook hands, my new East Asian friends invited me to stop by a private club they frequented. They said they wanted to show me their appreciation and goodwill. So they whisked me off in a glimmering black stretch limousine, and, before I knew it, I was being escorted into an exotic little restaurant that was hidden on the back streets of Manhattan’s posh East Side.

I was genuinely surprised to find that the restaurant was virtually empty, except for a few Japanese businessmen and a veritable cornucopia of beautiful young East Asian hostesses dressed in exotic Japanese kimonos and tight silk dresses.

Several of the women greeted us at the door and guided us to our seats. But as the evening progressed, I realized that there was more to this little gathering than business. It quickly became apparent that my Japanese friends had many rich traditions, and getting it on with these beautiful, subservient geisha girls was one of them. It was also understood that I was invited to join in the fray.

Sitting at the table, nursing a beer, I watched as one of my East Asian associates began fondling the thigh of one of the hostesses. With a demure grace, she smiled and bowed before parting her thighs invitingly, raising her dress over her thighs and exposing the pretty manicured bush of sex between her legs.

I was, needless to say, startled, but never had I been so excited. I felt as if I had entered another world, as if I had just been granted free admission to the Garden of Eden.

Before long he was sneaking his hand into her bodice, and as he snaked his tongue into her puffy mouth, she let him expose her plump little breasts, her nipples deep brown and erect.

I had been so captivated by this sudden display of lust, that I had become oblivious to what was going on elsewhere in the restaurant. Just feet away, similar activity was taking place, several young women sitting in the laps of other businessmen and posing provocatively as an array of male hands groped at their sensual fruits.

Admittedly, I was quite excited too, but I was beginning to feel left out. But just as these thoughts began to flower in my lustful mind, two young East Asian hostesses sidled up to me. They weren’t there to serve tea.

Suki was tall and slender, with sparkling emerald eyes. She wore a tight-fitting red silk dress that stopped at mid-thigh. Her legs were long and curvy, her mouth was full and slick.

Kim was a diminutive thing, with a fuller body, a cute, cherubic face, and large, inviting breasts. She wore what appeared to be an aquamarine kimono. Her scent was exotic and her eyes were eager and filled with mystery.

While Kim stood behind me, massaging my back and neck, Suki straddled my legs, resting her lithe body in my lap and allowing her silk dress to ride high up her legs, and I gently kneaded her thighs and calves before I journeyed in between her legs to seek out the splendor of her cunt.

Before long we had adjourned to an upstairs boudoir. Suddenly the entire scenario began to take shape. It was apparent that these successful Japanese businessmen had established this little sexual enclave for themselves and friends. That they were sharing this with me was truly a sign of friendship. I was enjoying every second of it.

Suki took me by the hand and led me down a long, narrow hallway. As we passed an open room, I looked in to see an endless array of trysts. Japanese men lay naked, some on canopied beds, others on massage tables, while as many as four women serviced each one.

Suki led me to the very end of the room and, in her charming broken English, asked me to make myself completely comfortable. The room was quite pleasant: a large four-poster bed, a plush gray carpet, fresh flowers and, of course, my two beautiful friends.

I lay back on the bed, nude, as Suki slid her dress over her head. Her body was a sight to behold. As she stood before me in nothing but black high heels, my eyes washed over her, savoring the sight of her pert tits, their large brown nipples fully erect and somewhat bulbous. Her stomach was flat, her hips were curvy, and in the rather wide space between her legs, there was her cunt, with just a simple, manicured, black heart-shaped patch.

As she approached, Kim, too, disrobed. Her chest was larger than I had initially thought, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that she wasn’t so much cherubic as she was muscular. Her shoulders were round, her belly was taut, her ass was firm, her legs lithe and muscular. But what struck me most was that her pubes were entirely shaved. I was in heaven.

Slowly, gracefully, she took my cock in her mouth, while Kim began to massage my feet. It was a sensation I had never before experienced. Bolts Bolts of energy shot up my calves, and as Suki’s wet mouth serviced my cock, tremors of passion began to rise in my loins.

As she continued to savor my cock and balls, Kim casually moved up my body, massaging my thighs, my hips, my stomach and, finally, my chest and neck, before she began kneading my head. Then she slid up onto the bed and straddled my mouth with her naked cunt. As I ran my tongue over her smooth pussy, I was excited to find no trace of stubble, and I inhaled her fresh, feminine scent as I slipped my tongue into her sweet, murky orifice. She tasted divine.

Before long we had a nice, steady rhythm going, my tongue inside Kim, my cock inside Suki’s hot mouth. But that soon changed as well, as Suki eventually maneuvered herself over me and lowered herself down on my throbbing erection.

Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so hot, and she had such a skillful touch. I was spewing my come up inside of her in no time at all, and the girls seemed genuinely pleased that I was happy.

Afterward they rubbed me down with hot, perfumed towels and we returned to the main room, and I met my business colleagues for one more drink. Everyone was in good spirits and, although there was no direct mention of the lascivious goings-on in their club there was an unspoken acknowledgment and a kind of glint in everyone’s eyes.

I left New York feeling good about things, about my business and, in particular, about my new partnership with these exciting, exotic, mysterious and passionate people. As I’ve said, I always wanted to explore the mysteries of the Orient, and now I have.