I met Roge when I was on the rebound after I broke my engagement to Peter. Peter and I had been together for six years and had split because he was beginning to enjoy his pints of beer more than sex or anything else. He was not abusive or anything, in fact he was a gentle giant.
When we first met he had a tremendous physique and yes a cock to match - the sort of 10" plus one so beloved by erotic fiction writers. It looked good and tasted quite good too! But in the end (pun intended) when he got it up it was extremely uncomfortable in everyway. The one time when we tried anal sex he hurt me so badly we never tried it again.
Roge was different - not good looking, poor physique and a much smaller cock but he wooed me and he was funny - however he was ultimately manipulative.
He soon persuaded me to try anal sex again, and through his gentle introduction, I grew to quite enjoy it and he was able when the mood took him to "bugger" me quite forcefully without any ill effects.
He also encouraged me express my fantasies and fuelled them until I thought they were all my idea. This was the basis of my earlier "Two for Emma" story. He, Ian and I repeated the experience a couple of times and we experimented with another friend and his wife before he rather cruelly "lent" me to Ian and one of his Japanese business associates. That was not a pleasant experience and I realised I was being exploited and moved on.
Roge had told me Ian had a business friend in town that they hoped to do business with and he had invited us to dinner with him. I thought it was to be mixed company and purely a social outing. Roge had said he would meet us at the hotel but asked me to dress "sexy". So I wore a light green gauze top, long tan wrap over skirt with a long split up the front, a pearlised g- string and tan lace top hold ups. As usual I was braless –although I was in my early 30s one of the advantages of my 34A bust is that it needs no support.
When I arrived at the hotel I was surprised to see Ian with a Japanese man (late 30s/early forties) and no Roge. Ian said Roge had telephoned to say he had got held up but would join us later. When Ian did the introductions I noticed that "Mr Jiro's" eyes went to my un braed breasts and when we went into the bar for a pre dinner drink I noticed that both guys eyes went to my stocking tops as my skirt fell open at the front when I climbed up on the stool. When "Mr Jiro" saw I had noticed this he smiled shyly.
Ian was in an expansive mood and ordered champagne – we polished off a couple of bottles before we went into dinner. Jiro although smallish was quite good looking, very expensively dressed and charming. He also spoke good English – he had been at college in the US. I was slightly surprised to see Ian had a smattering of Japanese. By the time we had another two or three bottles of wine with the meal we were all fairly relaxed and the conversation ranged from discussions about business, to Japan to sex.
When Ian asked Jiro had he enjoyed his trip to London, he said he had as he had been fairly well looked after but not as well on his first visit. Ian explained that he would have go some to entertain Jiro as well as he had been with previous company he had been with. Apparently Jiro had just flown up from London where he had been the guest of a multi national company who had entertained him very well including taking him round Soho one evening and arranging exclusive "escorts" for him another two nights.
In spite of the amount I had had to drink I was rather shocked when Ian asked him "how did they compare with Emma?"
Jiro said, "Emma is just as pretty and has nice long legs but they had more on top!"
I began to get a little uncomfortable when Ian said, "Yes I normally like my women to have bigger breasts but I like the way Emma shows her tits off and I love her long nipples."
I excused myself to go to the loo and as I did I heard Ian say, "While Emma doesn't have great tits she has a great ass and a lovely mouth and believe me she knows how to use them."
I called Roge and asked him long he'd be, as I felt slightly uncomfortable with the guys as they all had been drinking a lot and there was quite a lot of sexual innuendo. He said he would be with us in an hour tops and that Ian would see nothing untoward happened.
When I got back Ian had ordered brandies and I relaxed enough to enjoy the fact that Jiro was flirting with me. I readily agreed when Ian suggested we all move through to the nightclub for more champagne. I was slightly surprised that Ian suggested I sat between them in the darkened booth to "leave space for Roge" when he joined us. When Ian got up to find a waiter I felt Jiro's hand go straight to my thigh. Initially I was rather flattered because by now I was quite relaxed and he wasn't unattractive and I let it rest there. But when he moved it to start to displace my skirt over my stocking tops and on to my bare thigh, I gently took his wrist and tried to remove it. He was surprisingly strong and rather determined and as I struggled with one hand his other hand rather roughly closed on my breast and he started to rather roughly knead my nipple between thumb and forefinger. As I tried to remove this other hand moved rapidly to claim my mound and tried to move my string aside.
