What Are The Odds? (Molestation, Bondage, futa/female, NC. impregnation)

What are the odds?

By Honey Moon

It was my last day in Japan. I had fought the urge for so long, but today I would cut loose. I would be on my plane and out of here before they could track me down. I would do it just this once, and then savor the memory.

I guess I should explain a bit. I'm American, born and raised. I'm the typical busty blonde that Japanese guys go completely mental over. Too bad for them, I'm not into guys.

Yes, I'm a lesbian. I've known since I was small, and pride myself on never being anywhere near a naked penis. Hell, I never even allow myself to be penetrated with toys. Fingers and tongues are all I allow. I may let my fiancee do it on our wedding night. I'll do anything for Mary. She bought a special strap on dildo for the occasion. Frankly, the thing practically scares the wee out of me. Do dicks run seven inches in real life? I don't look at them even online, so I'm not sure.

So, I'm a lesbian alone in Japan. I guess it may be because of how many videos I've collected from nasty streaming sites, but I'm enamored by the idea of a young girl being forced into an unwanted sexual encounter with an older and aggressive lesbian. An older and beautiful lesbian, like me!

I got on the train and spotted my intended. She was tall for a Japanese, with a slender, yet athletic body. She looked adorable with her short pixie cut glistening black hair. She was just about perfect! I love a girl with modest breasts. I can pretend she's much younger than she really is.

I was slightly disappointed by her not wearing a traditional school girl uniform. That's just my fangirl reaction. I may have watched too much anime.

Anyway, she smiled up at me when I came up behind her. The train was fairly crowded, but thankfully it was one of those “Female Only” cars I have read about. Hopefully they won't suspect a thing since I'm not a man.

It was hard to wait as the car filled. We were pressing closer together. I could smell the scent of her now. It was a delightful mix of honest perspiration, and the light scent of Jasmine.

The train started to move. I let myself rock against the girl's back. She looked a little startled, but seemed to be relieved it was just anther female.

Still, she grew alarmed when I lightly cupped a delightful ass cheek. She whispered something softly in Japanese while trying to inconspicuously push my hand from her bottom.

“It's okay, sweetie.” I whispered. “Just be quiet so you don't get embarrassed in front of all these nice people”

She pushed at my hand again, making soft sounds of protest. Her body was firmly muscled. I could feel the warmth of her skin through her clothes. Much as I didn't want to rush things, I moved my hand.

At first she was relieved again, but that was short lived. I cupped a modest breast and gave a loving squeeze. She wore no bra under her blouse, and I delighted in her perfection.

She grabbed my wrist and pulled my right hand from her. My left hand was free, and cupped her left breast instead.

I heard her whimper slightly. She again said something, but I don't know what. I was just interested in the fact that her nipple had grown erect against the palm of my hand.

“You like this, don't you?” I said softly as I pulled my right hand free so I could grope both of her breasts. “I can tell.”

She was growing more alarmed, but still kept quiet. I guess it's true that Japanese girls are so frightened of being embarrassed, they let things like this progress dangerously far.

I don't know what stop was hers, so I accelerated my progress. Working fast, I unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and slipped a hand inside. As I gently tweaked a perfect nipple, I leaned down and softly licked her right ear.

I almost had a heart attack when I noticed a petite but busty girl with luxuriously long auburn hair down to her waist was watching me. To be honest, I thought her breasts were almost ridiculously large on her tiny body, but she looked so much like a hentai anime character that I couldn't help being impressed.

I waited a moment, but nobody else seemed to have noticed anything. I pinched my friend's nipples again. The girl made no move, nor did she say anything. She just glared at me through the oversize lenses of her wire frame glasses. Hopefully she thought keeping still would prevent me from going to her next.

I nibbled lightly on my reluctant lover's e

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