A Girl who falls asleep in the middle of a blowjob

This is a story about an experience at a "pinsaro" in Gotanda.

For those who don't know, "pinsaro" is short for "pink salon," a type of sex parlor in Japan where women provide sexual services, mainly fellatio.

Invited by My Senior Colleague

That day, I was visiting clients with my senior colleague from work.

It was the middle of summer, and the heat was unbearable. Taking precautions against heatstroke was essential. Of course, I made sure to stay hydrated with bottled water, and I also carried a rechargeable handheld fan. It didn't provide much cooling, but it was better than nothing.

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Tokyo's temperature had soared above 34°C, and my shirt underarms were soaked with sweat as I glanced at my watch, noticing it was past 1 p.m.

Upon arriving at Gotanda Station, my senior colleague started a conversation.

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"We've got about an hour until our next appointment. Why don't we take a little break?"

I assumed we'd be getting some cold shaved ice at a cafe or something, but I was wrong.

It turned out my senior colleague wanted to visit a pinsaro.

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"Huh? A pinsaro?"

"Yeah, let's give it a try."

"But will we make it to our next appointment on time?"

"Don't worry, we'll be fine if we choose the 20 or 30-minute course."

"Oh, okay then..."

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As I found out later, he wanted to explore a pinsaro he hadn't been to before.

Reluctantly, I agreed to accompany him.

The place was just a 3-minute walk from the East Exit of JR Gotanda Station.

It was located on the second floor of a nondescript building. As we climbed the stairs, we saw a small reception area. 

A male staff member showed us about six photos.They were all pictures of girls, six in total.

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First, my senior colleague chose a girl, and then it was my turn.

I picked a girl named "Ami-san."

She was 20 years old, petite at 150 cm tall, but with a generous F-cup chest and a cute face.

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We both opted for the 20-minute course, which cost 5,000 JPY.

I initially thought my senior colleague would pay for me, but I was mistaken. It seemed like we were each responsible for our own bill.

Well, it's not surprising since my senior colleague not only loves visiting these places but also gambling, and he's always complaining about being broke.

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Contrary to my expectations, we didn't have to wait long and were promptly shown to our seats.

The interior was dimly lit, with blue lights creating a mysterious ambiance. The place was so dimly lit that I could barely make out the faces of the other customers.

I was led to the second booth from the back, while my senior colleague was taken to the very last one.

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A thin, white lace curtain served as a flimsy partition between the booths.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of aromatherapy, creating a pleasant atmosphere.

Soon enough, the girl I had chosen arrived.

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"Hello, I'm Ami."

"Oh, hello."

"Is this your first time, sir?"

"Yes, it's my first time at this establishment."

"I see. Well, nice to meet you..."

"Likewise."

The Action Begins

"I'm sorry we only have time for the shortest course. I'm actually still on the clock at work."

"That's quite alright. Shall we get started then?"

"Yes, please."

And with that, the action commenced.

I took a sip of the Coke I had ordered at the reception and left the rest of the can on the table.

After all, I only had 20 minutes.

My pants and underwear were lowered, and my penis was wiped with a wet towel before she began the fellatio.

There didn't seem to be any shower facilities, or if there were, there certainly wasn't time to use them with the 20-minute course.

As she performed fellatio on me, I tried to undress her simultaneously, but she stopped me.

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"Ah, sir, you mustn't do that..."

"Oh, sorry..."

(Well, I guess that's to be expected with the 20-minute course...)

The fellatio was intense and sensual, and I thought I might reach orgasm quickly. However, to my surprise, she suddenly stopped.

(Huh? She's not moving her mouth anymore...)

I was lying on my back, and when the fellatio halted, I propped myself up to investigate. She had stopped moving altogether but still had me in her mouth.

(Is she asleep?)

I called out to her.

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"Hey, Ami-chan?"

"... "

"Ami-chan?"

"Yes..."

She finally stirred.

"Were you sleeping?"

"No, I wasn't sleeping..."

"Oh, okay then..."

The fellatio resumed.

However, after a while, she stopped moving again.

"... "

(Can she really fall asleep like this?)

Once again, I had to wake her up.

"Hey, Ami-chan?"

"... "

She didn't stir this time.

"Um... Am-chani?"

She didn't respond, so I gently shook her shoulder.

"Yes..."

She finally woke up.

"Ami-chan, were you sleeping?"

"No, I wasn't sleeping..."

"Oh, okay..."

(She was definitely asleep!)

Just then, the timer went off, indicating our time was up.

"Oh, our time's up..."

"Yeah..."

Ami-chan looked apologetic.

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It was understandable, given that she hadn't been able to bring me to orgasm.

But I didn't say anything.

I figured she must be tired and sleep-deprived.

"Ami-chan, I'll come see you again."

And with that, we parted ways.

Conclusion

This experience taught me that it's better to research online and choose a specific girl beforehand rather than just walk into a pinsaro blindly.

It was a first for me to encounter a girl who fell asleep during fellatio, so that was quite surprising.

At least my senior colleague seemed to have had a successful release, so that was good.

Until next time.