Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Hungry Guy Title: Japanese Man Face Restaurant Summary: Tom becomes a face chair in a kinky Japanese restaurant. Keywords: F/M oral humil rough het Fdom Msub Mpov Fpov caution Language: english, japanese This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. You may copy it, create derivative works, and redistribute it for any purpose provided that you attribute the original author (Hungry Guy) and provide a link to the original story. To view a copy of the license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/ This story was inspired by this drawing on Pinterest by Kunihiko Takeuchi saved to ~川ナナミ,: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/457959855835531543/ Additional drawings by this artist can be found here: https://www.pinterest.com/takeuchikunihik/%E6%98%A5%E5%B7%9D%E3%83%8A%E3%83 %9F%E3%82%AA/ ******** Tom sat at a desk speaking in English with a group of Japanese high school students. The teacher, Sensai Yuki, sat with a pair of students discussing today's lesson. The bell rang, and the students bowed and left the room for their lunch period. Yuki walked over and asked, "Tom San, go for walk today?" Tom looked at his phone and said, "Yuki San, okay, we have plenty of time until the next class." Though he had been living in Japan for a year as an English teaching assistant for the Jet program, he still couldn't speak Japanese very well. Exiting the school and looking down the narrow street in both directions, he asked, "This way? Or that way?" "This way," she said. They walked a few blocks. "Have the Jet people told you what school you'll be at next week?" "Actually," he said. "This is my last day in the Jet program. I want to look to do something different." "Like what?" "I don't know yet." "You need to speak better Japanese to do most jobs here." "Yeah. I know. But I'm tired of being a token American in a classroom. If I could be a real teacher, then maybe. Otherwise, I want to try something new." "I see," she said. "Do you think you'll ever want to go back home to America?" "Sure, someday," he said. "But for now, Japan is my home." They continued chatting, and after a few more blocks and random turns down side-streets, he said, "Oh, we've never walked this far from school before. We should find a spot to eat our Bento boxes soon and then head back." "Hai," she said. "I mean, yes." As they walked toward a grassy area with park benches up ahead, Tom noticed a poster with a bizarre photo on it. It had a drawing of men's heads sticking out of the wall with their faces at chair height under dining tables. Some women were sitting on some of the men's faces while they ate. He approached the poster and studied it closely. The poster read, "">-...<>" "彼(R)"(R),<<座,<,< 女-(R)た,(R)レレ,'^(C)ン" Dafuq is that all about? he wondered. Another bizarre Japanese TV game show? Yuki stepped closer and said, "You like that?" "I don't really know what it is." "It's a restaurant where women sit on men's faces. It's very popular. All the ladies are talking about it. You want to do that job?" His face turned red as he looked back at her with indecision. "I think you do." "No," he said. "That's silly." "You sure? It's no sillier than toilet restaurant, or maid cafe, or cat cafe." "I guess..." he said. "But I liked the cat cafe. That was fun." "We just can go in and ask about job," she said. "Well, okay," he answered. They entered the glass door and walked up a flight of stairs. A hostess was standing at a podium at the top of the stairs. "",,"な*,, 14:00 ,ー--ン "-(R)み" she said. "彼は,なた(R)>*<<<つ,-^^^^`'-...-..." said Yuki. ">~,-来-くだ*," said the hostess as she started to walk toward an alcove. "Come," whispered Yuki to Tom. They passed through a frilly inner lobby lined with curtained changing rooms off to one side and a shelf of storage bins on along one wall. An exit on the other end opened into the restaurant dining room where several women were cleaning. The room was partitioned off with large bulkheads between the tables. Tom immediately noticed the men as depicted in the poster. They seemed to be lying on their backs with their upper torso passing through some kind of black rubber membrane with their faces at chair seat level under the tables. Their bodies disappeared into the membranes, hence the bulkheads between the tables. A panel was open on one such wall and there were four naked men alternating directions with their heads extending out through each side under tables that sat 4 guests each. A woman was in the confined space sitting on them giving them all a sponge bath. Tom noticed white PVC pipes sticking up through their thighs with a 45 degree wye fitting slid over their dicks. The hostess led Yuki and Tom to another woman wearing a business suit and then said, "彼は,なた(R)>*<<<つ,-^^^^`'-...-..." The three women spoke in Japanese for a while, occasionally glancing at Tom, then motioned for them all to follow through the kitchen into a small office. The manager pulled two contracts out of her desk and set them down and explained it to Yuki. Tom looked closely at the contracts, though they were in Japanese. One was a bit longer than the other with more underlined places to fill in additional information. "English?" said Tom, interrupting them. The manager glared at him for a moment before resuming in Japanese. After a bit more, Yuki said ",,が"う." They all bowed to each other and the two were led out. Back down on the sidewalk Tom asked, "So, what's the deal with this place?" Yuki giggled and said, "They need men to provide faces for women to sit on. Most men only take the job for one shift and never return. They're finding it hard to find enough men. They're thinking of hiring women to be seats, too, but I don't think any woman will want another woman to sit on her face unless she's lesbian." "How do they breathe?" he asked. "I don't know," she said. "I haven't eaten here yet." "And what were those contracts?" he asked. "They have two options: permanent or temporary. You can choose to just work one shift one time, or be a permanent fixture. Like I said, most men try it for one shift and never return." "The reality mustn't be as much fun for the man as the fantasy." "I wouldn't know," she said with a giggle. "What does the job pay?" "It depends. I think they'll start you at ¥8,400 per day. They open at 11:00, close at 14:00, open again at 17:00, and close for the day at midnight." "That's not much." "I know. But the job is to just lie on your back the whole day, so I don't think you can expect big wages for that." "Right," he said. "Are you going to do it?" she asked with a giggle. His face turned red again as he looked down at the ground and said, "I don't think so." "Do you have a hanko? A signature stamp?" "Yes," he said. "I got one early on in case I needed it, but I never had to use it yet. The Jet people have taken care of everything for me so far. Why do you ask?" "Good," she said slowly. "You'll need it to sign any contracts you might want to sign on your own without the Jet program taking care of all your needs." "Right," he said and looked at his phone. "Anyway, we better get back to school. Our next class starts in about 15 minutes." "Oh my God," she gasped. "We should hurry." The rest of the day's classes were uneventful, and they didn't have an opportunity to chat about personal matters again. After the last class, the students were all busy cleaning the school. Yuki approached Tom as he was leaving the building. "Call me if you decide to take that restaurant job," she said. "The people running it seemed a bit dodgy to me. I can go with you to help you decide things. Or any other job that requires you to sign a contract. " "Thank you," he said. "I've heard that employment contracts in Japan can be very restrictive," said Tom. "Yes," said Yuki. "You've heard of the girl band _AKB48?"_ "Yeah. I'm not a big fan of J-Pop, but I've hard of them." "Their contract forbids them from having boyfriends or anything. Contracts in Japan can have any requirements the employer wants and be binding. Employers can even beat employees for poor performance or violating the contract." "Really? That wouldn't be legal in the U.S." "Remember the Amagasaki train crash in Osaka back in 2005?" "Yeah, I remember hearing about it on the news. What about it?" "The driver, Ry<<jirō Takami had been beaten by his supervisors the week before the crash for being late one time. He was driving the train too fast because he didn't want a second beating." "Beaten?" he asked in shock. "The overseas news just said he was reprimanded harshly for being late. But everyone in Japan knows the truth. As an American, please never tell anyone what I just told you about beatings. They'll get angry and deny it happens and accuse you of making lies about Japan. It's like that saying you Americans have about elephants." "Oh, the elephant in the living room," he said. "But can't you just get another job?" "Maybe you can in America, but it's not like that here," she said. "You lose honor here by quitting or getting fired. Word spreads. Nobody else will ever hire you again. There's no welfare in Japan, so your only choice is..." "The suicide forest?" he said. "Oh?" she said. "You know about that?" "Yes," he said. "I know about that." "So please be careful if you try to live on your own here, Tom San." "I will, Yuki San," he said with a bow. "Thank you," he said and headed for the station to catch the train home. He only lived three stations away, so it was a short ride. He ate a light dinner, watched some silly Japanese game show where people had to answer questions correctly while naked, or else all be dropped into a pit of fake vomit, men and women together, which he assumed was just green Jello with chopped nuts and vegetables mixed in. Then he went to bed and decided to watch some porn on his phone. Japanese porn was strange, to say the least, often involving bizarre scenarios and crazy costumes. When they were naked, the naughty bits were pixelated due to some outdated Japanese censorship law. American porn was more his style with one guy and one, or maybe more, women all naked and just fucking their brains out. And no censorship. He decided to search for "facesitting" and "queening," but American porn was rather lame in that genre. Every single facesitting video he googled showed a woman squatting over the man's face, not actually sitting. More often than not, they were dressed, not naked. All American facesitting porn, he discovered, was utter crap! Not one video depicted a woman actually sitting for real on a man's face. Not one!!! If there ever was a moment that a woman situated herself so that her full body weight was on some guy's face, it was just for a split second. And they were wearing panties on the rare times they were not fully dressed. No female ass flesh touching male face flesh. Maybe the good stuff is behind paywalls, but if there are no clips on Google, how is anyone to find them? He put his phone down on the charger in disgust and rolled over to go to sleep. ******** Sora was lounging on her sofa chatting on her phone with Yoko. "~--(R)~食<<会おう<<-," she asked. Yoko answered, "Tomorrow? Sure. Where do you want to go for lunch? The Noodle Bowl? Sushi King?" "Maybe we would like to go someplace unique?" "The Cat Cafe? The cats are so cute!" "I've been there so many times. I'm tired of cat hair in my soup. Maybe Modern Toilet Restaurant? Or the Men's Face Restaurant?" "I have no preference. Either one. You choose." "Okay. Let's go to the Men's Face Restaurant. I haven't been there yet." ******** The next morning Tom got up at 7:00, early for him on a Saturday being his day off. He thought about calling Yuki, but he didn't want to impose on her or seem needy and helpless. "I need to start doing things on my own here without help if I'm going to make a home for myself in Japan. She seems to like me, so maybe I'll just call her in a few days and ask her out." He took a shower and got dressed and was soon on a train headed back downtown. He headed for the school and then retraced his steps from the previous day to that strange restaurant. ******** Early that same morning, Sora texted Yoko, "It's such a nice warm day, let's ride our bicycles to lunch." Yoko texted back, "Yes. I like that idea. Let's meet in front of Sushi King at 10:00 and ride downtown together from there. We should get there around 11:00, but if we get there before the restaurant opens, we can walk around for a while before we eat." Sora texted back, "I'll see you then." ******** It was 8:30 by the time Tom got to the restaurant. The same female hostess was on duty. "I'm here for the job," he said. ">~,-来-くだ*," she said and led him through the restaurant as before. As he walked through, he observed the front wall was lined with tables for four against windows overlooking the street. Each table was separated by a bulkhead as deep as the table and about six feet thick. Obviously, the four men whose faces were the seats for the two tables on each side were inside that enclosed space. There were four tables along the front row. An inner row of tables seated six each. And the rear wall had tables for two. Once again, he was presented with the same two contracts. One was longer with more blank lines to fill in. He took his hanko out of his pocket and moved to stamp the longer contract. One of the women waved his hand away and tapped on the blank spaces on the contract. Not knowing what she meant, he then moved and stamped the other contract. One of the women then led him into another small office and said, "服,',+/-ぎなが,0/0---くだ*,-," "What?" he said. "I don't understand." She made a gesture to unbutton her clothes and a sweeping down gesture. "Oh, I think you want me to get naked." "う,","" she said. "," She stood there as he removed his clothing down to his underwear. She pointed to his briefs and waved her hand downward, so he removed his briefs as well. ">~,-来-くだ*," she said and walked out into the restaurant as if expecting him to follow. "I guess '>~,-来-くだ*,' means 'follow'," he said as he followed her. "See! I'm learning Japanese." He felt very self-conscious walking through the restaurant completely naked with his hands over his dick while other women were busy cleaning. She walked up to one of those bulkheads separating two tables along the back row. They stopped at a table that had a man on one side, but one seat was unoccupied. The woman motioned for him to get in. He noticed that the small opening in the wall behind the headrest was barely big enough for a body to slide into, but was covered by a sort'a rubber membrane with three tiny holes. She pointed at his feet at at the middle hole, then at his two hands and at the two side holes. Aha! He stepped into the hole and pushed himself through. A padded platform extended into the wall for him to lie on. The rubber membrane stretched and slid up onto his ankles, then up his thighs as he slid himself deeper into the wall and finally to his chest. She grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands through the other two holes. The membrane was almost painfully tight around his chest and upper arms. She reached down and pulled a thick leather strap up under his armpit, across his chest and down under his other armpit. He heard her fumble with something then she ratcheted it tight, then tighter still until it was almost painful. She then opened a panel in the wall, though he couldn't see what she was doing from his angle. She felt her place more straps over his waist, his hips, his ankles, his elbows, and his wrists. She then proceeded to tighten them all. He felt her slide that pipe thing over his cock. Then she tightened all the straps yet again even tighter. He tried to move, but was totally immobile. He could wiggle his wrists and feet but nothing else. He tried to feel for something he could touch with his fingers or toes, but nothing was within reach. He had no way to even make the slightest sound. ******** Setsuko was siting on her bed chatting on her phone with Kasumi. "*<,'>>夜--,^う楽--," she said. Kasumi answered, "Sure. What do you want to do tonight that's fun?" "Do you want to meet for dinner and then to a club to meet some boys?" ",ー,+/-ー," answered Kasumi. "That sounds fun. Where should we eat?" "Let's go to that restaurant where we sit on men's faces," said Setsuko. "Maybe we'd rather go someplace more respectable." "Maybe it will get us in the mood to meet boys?" "Okay. Let's go there. Meet at 18:00 or so?" ******** Tom lay there in silence. He knew it must be close to 11:00, but he had no way of knowing the precise time. Staring straight ahead at the ceiling revealed some tiles and recessed mood lighting. Trying to look around, all he could see was the underside of the table just above him, the wall to his right, and the other tables across the aisle to his left. Numerous men were all in the same predicament as he. Stretching to tilt his head back, he could see the top of the man's head on the opposite side of his table. He could hear some men in the distance talking in Japanese. Several women were busily doing last minute cleaning elsewhere in the room. Dishes and cutlery were clinking in the kitchen preparing meals for lunch. ******** Sora took a drink from her water bottle as she and Yoko pedaled their bikes. The day was quickly warming up and the sweat was dripping into her eyes and down her back. "We're making good time," said Yoko. "I think we'll get there right at 11:00." "I hope so. I need to get into air conditioning soon or I'll melt." ******** The restaurant had opened and Tom heard the hostesses bringing customers to their tables. Several of the two-seat tables, and one of the four-seat tables, had filled. He was at a table farthest from the entrance close to the kitchen so he hadn't been sat on yet. Hostesses were busy seating people and someone was pushing a cart of drinks around, keeping the guests well lubricated. Is that such a good idea under the circumstances? he wondered. ******** Sora and Yoko parked their bikes at a bicycle rack on the corner just a block down from the restaurant. "Which way?" asked Yoko. "This way," said Sora as the two girls walked down the street. Entering the restaurant through a glass door, they climbed up a flight of stairs. A hostess was standing at a podium at the top of the stairs. "Welcome," she said. "How many in your party?" "Two," said Sora. "Just us." "Have you been here before?" asked the hostess. "No," said both women. "Follow me," she said and led them into the changing room. The hostess handed them each a dark gray paper skirt. "Please go into a changing room and get undressed from the waist down. Place your shoes and clothing in the small container and we'll rinse them out for you while you eat. There are slippers already in each of the changing rooms. "Oh? That's very kind of you," said Sora. "It's our pleasure. Of course, you can be nude from the waist down if you prefer, or you can wear the skirts for modesty. They're long enough that they'll hide everything from view of the other people in the restaurant, but short enough to leave your bottom bare when you sit. And they're disposable so you can toss them in the bin when you change back when you leave." "Very nice," said Yoko. Sora and Yoko went into a couple of changing rooms, removed their jeans and thongs, placed them in the tubs provided, and put on the disposable skirts. They attached around their waist with Velcro so they fit perfectly. Both girls looked at themselves in their mirrors, front and back, to make sure the skirts fully covered any naughty bits before leaving their respective dressing rooms. A different hostess was waiting for them who led Sora and Yoko into the dining room and down an aisle between tables where customers were seated. Some were eating while others were waiting to be served. The hostess stopped at a table for two. Sora looked down at one of the men's faces and said, "A foreigner." "American," said the hostess. Sora looked at Yoko who just shrugged. Yoko stepped in and sat on the opposite seat with a Japanese man, so Sora stepped in and sat on the American's face. It felt odd, like she was sitting on a bowling ball, and his nose was poking her. She squirmed around a bit until his nose slid into her vagina. That made it much more comfortable. ******** Tom's cock was hard inside that pipe from anticipation, and his heart was pounding in terror. He tried to imagine what it might be like. He had gone down on a few girls in his life, but had never had one actually sit, or even squat, on his face. He had asked a couple of prior girlfriends to sit on his face, but they just said, "Ewwww," -- American girls just have no imagination in the bedroom, he thought. How long would they make him hold his breath at a time? Just then several people came close and stopped at Tom's table. He recognized the hostess, but not the two girls with her. One of the girls looked down at him and said, "彼は->人" Tom recognized the sound of the word "gaijin." Tom hated that word, it was almost like a racial slur against foreigners in Japan, but Japan isn't known for being politically correct like the West is. The hostess then said, "彼は,メリ,<<人人" which he recognized as meaning "American." From his angle, he could see both girls were wearing identical gray short skirts. They looked flimsy, almost like they were just made out of paper. He could almost see paradise, but not quite. It was too dark under those black skirts. One of the girls stepped over the opposite guy, while the other girl swung her leg over Tom's head to sit. It was that moment he saw she was wearing no panties or anything. Her bottom was bare. And being Japan, her pussy was quite hairy. He also couldn't help noticing the musky odor of sweat coming from her. Looking directly up her inner thighs from between her knees into her pussy and ass crack, he saw that her skin was glistening with perspiration, and the back of her skirt was dripping wet. A few drops of sweat, at least he hoped it was sweat, dripped from her crotch onto his face. It must have turned much hotter outside than earlier. As her pussy came down upon him, Tom swallowed hard and started shaking in fear. Please don't suffocate me to death. ******** A waitress stopped by and handed Sora and Yoko a couple of menus and said she'll be right back to take their order. A moment later a different waitress came by with a cart and placed moist towels on the table and poured them each a glass of sake. The two girls wiped their hands and then said "cheers" together as they took a sip. "This feels strange," said Sora. "Yes," said Yoko. "I was embarrassed to sit at first, but I don't think he can see anything." "Let's not think about that and enjoy our lunch," said Sora. "Yes," said Yoko. "So what are you having?" Sora skimmed through the menu. "They have a very large selection." "I see," said Yoko. "I think I'll have gyoza. Or maybe the yakitori. Or maybe something else. There are too many choices. And you?" "I can't decide between udon or soba," said Sora. ******** Tom, meanwhile, was in agony. His lungs were screaming for air, and despite the diminutive size of these Japanese women, it felt like his head was being crushed in a hydraulic press. By looking at the other guests a moment ago, he knew she was sitting on his face with her feet planted flat on the floor while they chatted in Japanese. He honestly didn't expect the weight of a woman actually sitting on his face to be seriously painful. Not only that, but he was struggling and thrashing madly behind the wall, yet was bound so tightly with his hands and feet out of reach of any surface that he couldn't make any sounds whatsoever. ******** "How long can we make these men hold their breaths for?" asked Yoko. "I'm not sure," said Sora. "A few minutes at a time, I guess." "How long have we been sitting?" asked Yoko. "Uhm..." said Sora. The waitress stepped up to their table and asked, "Are you ready to order?" "Oh," said Yoko. "Yes, I think we're ready. Are you ready, Sora San?" "Yes," said Sora. May I have tonkatsu? And can I have two pieces of sushi with it?" "Of course," said the waitress. "And you?" she said to Yoko. "I'll have unagi please." "Thank you," said the waitress. "It will be a few minutes." The waitress with the drink cart rolled past again and refilled their sake glasses. Sora took another sip of Sake and said, "This is strong sake!" "It's very good," said Yoko as she also took a sip. "Oh!" said Sora. "I think we're forgetting something," she giggled and lifted herself up to let her man take a breath. Yoko did the same. Both men gasped explosively under the women's butts and both took quite a few seconds to catch their breaths. "Okdzrd cnm's jhkk ld!" gasped the American just as Sora sat back down on his face and slid his nose back into her vagina. "What did he say to you?" asked Yoko. "I don't know," said Sora. "I don't understand English." "He's probably complimenting you on the taste of your anus," said Yoko with a giggle. "Yes," giggled Sora as she took another sip of sake. "That must be what he said." ******** Tom was feeling lightheaded and dizzy. This girl was making him hold his breath for longer and longer each time. It finally reached a point where he no longer felt the need to breathe; he just felt euphoric. Then she lifted her ass to let him breathe, and the cycle started over again. Take a breath... Darkness... Crushing pain... Need to breathe... Lungs in agony... Struggling violently... Dizziness... Euphoria... Blinding light... Take a breath... Repeat... ******** Their food was brought out about ten minutes later. ",きま(TM)" said Sora and Yoko together and started eating. A moment later, the waitress stopped and asked, "Is everything okay?" "Hai," said Sora and Yoko. The two women continued to eat and talk. "New handbag... New shoes... Game show... Book I'm reading... Boyfriends... Weight... Diet... Work... Crowded trains... Sex... New romantic movie coming out next month... Cute dress I saw in a shop a few days ago... Boy I flirted with yesterday... Don't tell my boyfriend... Famous actor cheating on her husband... Politician cheating on his wife..." When they remembered to, they lifted their buts up every few minutes to let the men breathe. ******** Fluid was dribbling into Tom's nose, through his sinuses, and into the back of his throat, which he swallowed regularly. As time passed, he was swallowing more and more of it, and more frequently. Unable to breathe, he couldn't smell or taste it, but he knew what it was. ******** Finishing a satisfying meal about 45 minutes later, Sora leaned in and whispered to Yoko, "My vagina is so wet right now. When I get home, I'm calling my boyfriend and asking him to come over to visit." "I will do the same thing," giggled Yoko. ******** Finally, the girl stood and climbed off Tom. He panted furiously, gulping in volumes of sweet, cool air. The two girls walked away and out of the restaurant. Odors, both strange and familiar attacked his senses -- pussy juice, sweat, a hint of piss, and even a hint of something he'd rather not think about -- well, her anus was pressed tightly against his lips for nearly an hour non-stop. His eyes stung from the cocktail of her body fluids smeared across his face. A bus girl showed up to clean the table. She even knelt next to each of the two men. She washed his face with a warm soapy cloth and then dried him off. Then for the first time that day, he relieved his bladder into that PVC pipe hanging off his dick. He was also aware that there was a pipe under his ass for him to shit into as well. Convenient! Never have to leave. Tom was glad they hadn't seated anyone else on him in the half hour since those two girls left. The fantasy was super erotic. The reality was the most horrific torture he could imagine. Then, two more girls were seated at his table. Again, they wore the same gray pleated paper skirts and no undies. Her bare ass landed on his face and repeated the performance from before. One again, Tom was in agony as the girl sitting on him made him hold his breath for minutes at a time, giving him only a few seconds to take each breath. The two girls seemed to forget they were sitting on a living person as they ate and chatted about girly nonsense in Japanese. At least he was getting skilled at snorting in pussy juice while holding his breath. The girls finished their meal about a half hour later. As before, the bus girl washed his face again. No one else was seated on him before the restaurant closed at 14:00. "Excuse me!" he said to a waitress walking past. "*<が-"-"*っ-,,<<<-," she said. "Please let me leave. I don't want to do this any more. I'll understand if I don't get paid." "<+/-語,'(C)+/->ま>,"" she said. "",,"な*,," "English?" he said. "English!" "<+/-語,'(C)+/->ま>,"" she repeated and walked away. ******** Setsuko started her car and drove across town to pick up Kasumi. Then the two girls drove on to the restaurant. It would be about an hour drive to the prefecture where the Man Face Restaurant was. The two girls listened to the latest CD from AKB48 as they drove. They arrived about an hour later, and Setsuko parked her car in a small car park near the train station a few blocks from the Men's Face Restaurant. They crossed the street, walked to the restaurant, and entered. ******** Tom looked around in terror as the restaurant began to fill once again. The first shift from 11:00 to 14:00 was only 3 hours. The night shift was for seven hours from 17:00 to midnight -- over twice as long. "I'm going to be dead soon," he thought. ******** Setsuko and Kasumi reached the podium at the top of the stairs where a hostess was waiting. "Welcome," she said. "How many in your party?" "Two," said Setsuko. "Have you been here before?" asked the hostess. "Yes," said Setsuko. "I have." "Not me," said Kasumi. "Follow me," she said and led them into the changing room. The hostess explained the routine with the paper skirt, that they could wear it or go nude from the waist down. "Naked!" giggled Setsuko. "You're too naughty, Setsuko San," said Kasumi. Setsuko laughed and handed the skirt back to the hostess. Kasumi then handed hers back to the hostess as well. "Aha! Who else is naughty?" asked Setsuko. "Can we be totally naked?" she asked the hostess. "Perhaps you'd prefer to cover your upper torso," said the hostess. Setsuko made a pouty face and said, "Yes, perhaps I would prefer that." Kasumi giggled. Setsuko and Kasumi went into the changing rooms and came out naked from the waist down, except for the obligatory slippers. Another hostess was then waiting to lead the two girls into the dining room. She led them down an aisle between occupied tables and stopped at an empty table for two. Setsuko glanced down at the man who was staring up at her wild-eyed. "Oh, an American," said Setsuko. "This will be fun." The two girls took their seats and were soon given glasses of sake and hand towels. ******** Tom was shocked to see two girls naked from the waist down brought to his table. They both had that sexy, vixen look to them like so many girls you see in nightclubs who would tell a guy to "fuck off" who dares to say "hi" to them. At least their muffs were trimmed slightly, though not completely shaven. Then he was sat on by one of them. ******** "Setsuko San," said Kasumi. "How often do we need to let them breathe?" "I've heard three minutes until someone loses consciousness. But I think it depends on how much practice a person has in holding their breath. I once saw a video on _PornHub_ with a woman who was put in a vacbed. She passed out after 5 minutes, and was released after six." "I assume these guys have been trained to hold their breath, right?" said Kasumi. "I think that's a safe assumption, Kasumi San," said Setsuko. "My last boyfriend was a scuba diver, and he was trained to be able to hold his breath for up to 10 minutes in case of an emergency -- I could easily sit on his face for 5 minutes before he pushed me off to breathe. And the world record is even longer; something like 24 minutes, I think. " "I wish I could meet a guy like that, or even a girl who could do that," said Kasumi. Setsuko laughed. "Don't look at me. I'm not into eating pussy." "I know," said Kasumi. "I'm not into eating it either, but I don't care who eats me. So, anyway, how long for these guys we're sitting on now?" Setsuko thought for a moment. "Three minutes if we want to be safe I guess," said Setsuko. "Four minutes if we want to be average. And five minutes if we want to be daring." "What do we want to be, then?" asked Kasumi. "Well, I'm not safe and I'm not average," said Setsuko. "So daring we will be," said Kasumi with a sly grin. "To being daring," said Setsuko as she raised her glass of sake. "To being daring," added Kasumi as she clinked their glasses together. ******** It seemed to Tom that this girl sitting on him has been making him hold his breath for an unusually long time between breaths. ******** The two girls ordered their food and asked to have a bottle of sake brought to their table. "To fun!" said Kasumi, raising her glass. "Girls just want to have fun!" said Setsuko as she clinked her glass to Kasumi's. "Any particular club you want to go to?" "I think there's one across town," said Setsuko. She spent a couple of minutes checking her phone. "Yeah, I found a few clubs in the area. This one looks hot But it has a ¥5,000 cover to get in." She held up her phone for Kasumi to see the photo of the club interior. "That's okay," said Kasumi. "That'll keep the poor boys out." "True," said Setsuko. ******** Tom listened to the conversation of the girl sitting on his face, not understanding a word of it. "'^は+/-,"<<-," said the girl. "(C)(R),^うな''^-彼は私たち,'好まな,<-," "そ(R)後-^`-...-... は彼<<..."う"",'--,<,<-,," said the other girl. Tom ignored the rest of the conversation. ******** "Are you safe to drive," asked Kasumi. "No," answered Setsuko. "Okay," laughed Kasumi. "Just asking." ******** The restaurant had become busy. Barely a minute passed after Setsuko and Kasumi left that Tom's table was cleaned, his face washed, and two more women were escorted over by the hostess and seated. ******** "What kind of guy you looking to hook up with tonight?" asked Kasumi. "My pussy is buzzing like crazy from sitting on that guy during dinner," said Setsuko. "I want someone who will eat me out again and again. Maybe even let me sit on his face like at that restaurant." "Why don't we hook up with one of those guys sometime when that restaurant closes at midnight?" "That might be a plan in the near future," said Setsuko. ******** Tom lay in agony holding his breath under yet another woman's naked ass. He got used to them pinching his nose with her pussy muscles every so often, and puckering her asshole against his lips at the same time. He wondered how many naked assholes had been pressed against his mouth so far today. He kind'a lost count. That can't be sanitary. Not every woman is careful about keeping herself clean down there, either. ******** Oddly enough, Setsuko and Kasumi made it safely to the nightclub as Setsuko parked her car in the crowded lot. ******** Again, Tom barely got a minute reprieve between asses on his face. He had grown accustomed to pussy juice dribbling into his nose and dripping into the back of his threat. ******** Setsuko and Kasumi moved through the nightclub checking out all the guys. Most of them were losers, but there were a couple of hot guys here and there. Just to get them to notice and approach us is all, while keeping the losers from being pests. ******** When the last woman stood to leave, Tom nearly puked. That wasn't pussy juice flowing through his nose which he had been swallowing the whole time. Her pussy was smeared with blood. The tip of his nose was red. He gasped frantically to keep from puking. Fortunately, the bus girl arrived promptly to wash his face. Less than a minute later, a new ass was crushing his face. ******** Setsuko leaned up against Haruki pressing him against the wall while telling him all the naughty things she was going to do to him later. She slowly rubbed her body against his, feeling his hard cock against her crotch through their jeans. She had been wet ever since she sat on that guy's face at that restaurant for a solid hour, and she needed a cock inside her in the worst way. ******** Tom lay there with some random woman's naked ass crushing his face, his nose up into her vagina and her anus puckering against his mouth. She shifted her weight on his face as she ate and talked. He wished he knew Japanese so he could listen in on their conversations. As always, his hands and feet were twitching uncontrollably fighting to take a breath, but he doesn't remember how many minutes ago he took his last breath. ******** Kasumi had finally grabbed Ryo away from those other vixens and was grinding her body against his. She grabbed his hips and pulled him even tighter against her. She was hoping Setsuko was making time with Haruki so they could all get out of this place and get him where he belonged -- in her bed, inside her. ******** As Tom lay there, the anus pressing against his lips anus puckered and his cheeks suddenly puffed out from increased pressure. Did she fart into his mouth? Without a breath, he couldn't smell it. His oxygen starved brain didn't care anyway. ******** Setsuko and Haruki were standing just outside the club in a lip-lock that had already lasted 10 continuous, non-stop minutes while Setsuko's arm was down Haruki's pants grasping tightly onto his cock for dear life. Kasumi finally exited the club hungrily pulling Ryo after her, nearly dragging him. ******** Tom lay there frantically struggling in futility to breathe as yet another Japanese woman sat on him casually chatting with the other. "私が'(R),'使""(TM),<......-はは" said the woman sitting on him. She then stood and walked away, though the other woman at his table remained seated and eating. She returned a minute later and sat back down on him. "^,レはは-占~" she said. "^,レはは-,ューで(TM)-," Tom heard the other woman reply, ",なたは--<<^,レ<<座っ-,ま(TM)(TM)-," His woman giggled and said, ""+/-可*,-,,<"は-,な,," "(TM)'-はそ,,'行う" said the other woman. "*---私はそ,,'行,ま(TM)" said his woman, who then lifted herself off him, reached down between her legs to pinch his jaw open, and sat back down. She had sat a little farther back on him and her hairy crotch tickled his nose. What the fuck did she do that for, wondered Tom, but at least he could breathe. His answer came almost immediately. A stream of hot liquid came pouring into his mouth. He had no choice but to gulp it down, which was extremely difficult to do while lying on one's back with a woman sitting on one's face. Her bladder empty, and his stomach in turmoil, she slid forward on his face again. At least he got a minute or so of air, even if it was the smell and taste of urine. ******** Setsuko and Kasumi dragged their respective catches to the car and headed home while each couple fondled each other and Setsuko struggled to keep the car relatively under control. ******** Tom had no idea of the time, but he knew it was getting late. It had been about five minutes since the last woman to sit on him left the table. Though he had caught his breath and was breathing freely, and his breath stank of piss despite the face wash he got when that last woman left, he still felt light-headed and everything was blurry. Eventually, the last guest left and the staff started cleaning. At last! He would be going home in a few minutes, glad for the unique erotic experience. But never again! "Hey!" he called to a waitress walking past. "*が*題で(TM)<<-," she asked. "Will you let me out now?" he asked. "<+/-語,'(C)+/->ま>,"" she said and walked past. Another waitress walked past vacuuming the floor. "The restaurant is closing for the day," he said. "Let me out now! Please!" She also said, "<+/-語,'(C)+/->ま>,"" and continued vacuuming. "Somebody!" he shouted. "Help!" The manager woman came by then. "(TM)<<<---くだ*," she said. "私たちは(TM)--," "Let me go!" he insisted. "<+/-語,'(C)+/->ま>,"" she said. "",,"な*,," "But you have to let me go home at the end of the day," he said. She ignored him then and walked on elsewhere. Some time later a one of the waitresses came by and stopped at each of the tables. Finally! But instead of letting him go, she removed a dirty plate with some leftover food, and tilted it to his mouth. "(C)...'で(TM)<<-," she asked. He clamped his mouth shut and turned his head away. "Really? You expect me to eat unfinished food slop left over from customers dirty dinner plates?" She shrugged and said, "おな<が(TM),-,ま>,"<<-," "I don't know what you're saying!" he said in anger. "Let me the fuck out of here!" The waitress gasped and put the plate back in with the rest of the dirty plates and moved to the next man. He realized he was hungry, and thirsty. But now he would have to wait until tomorrow. Would they feed him in the morning? Or wait until tomorrow night again? He started to cry. ******** Setsuko and Haruki were tearing each others' clothes off while in a seemingly permanent lip-lock. Upon achieving maximum nakedness, she grabbed him and threw him onto her bed and jumped on top of him. "Wow," he said. "I never met a girl as hungry as you before." "I have a good reason to be hungry." "What's that?" he asked. "I'll tell you later," she said as she sat up and slammed her crotch against his face. "Eat me!" she demanded. "Gladly," he said and started sucking on her clit. He drew the tiny nub into his mouth with all the suction he could muster, and then sucked it slowly in and out, in and out, in and out. Her orgasm grew and grew until she finally broke into uncontrolled spasms ad he continued to suck her hard, wet clit in and out between his lips. ******** Meanwhile Kasumi was lying on her back on Ryo's bed with her head over the edge of the bed tilted backward. Ryo pressed his cock to her lips and slid it in a fraction of an inch. She didn't flinch, so he slid it in further. She still took what he gave her, so he rammed it the rest of the way in until his hairy muff was pressed tightly to her chin and her nose was buried in his balls. She twitched a little when he did this, but she seemed to take it in okay, so he began pumping her hard. Faster and with more force with each thrust, he was jack-hammering her throat with his cock and she was taking it easily. The moment he exploded deep into her throat, he just stopped and leaned in with all his weight and strength, forcing every possible millimeter of cock into her mouth and down her throat. ******** Meanwhile, Setsuko pushed Haruki onto his back and impaled herself on his rigid member. She rode him cowgirl style until he exploded inside her and gave herself a second orgasm. ******** Meanwhile, Ryo was lying on his back on the bed while Kasumi straddled his face and sat, stretching her legs out in front of her. "Suck me off." she demanded. He began twitching and kicking and flailing his arms, but she grabbed his wrists and said, "I let you face fuck me. Hard. Now you're going to hold your breath and suck me off while I sit on your face. Either I come, or you die of suffocation. Your choice. You better start soon so you don't pass out before I climax." ******** Meanwhile, Yuki picked up her phone. She hadn't heard from Tom, and was worried. She wondered if she should call him. She set her phone down, then picked it up again. She called his number, but there was no answer. She texted him, "How are you? Just wondering how you are doing? Did you ever take that restaurant job? Would you like to meet for tea or coffee?" ******** Meanwhile, Setsuko lay on her stomach while Haruki licked her anus again and again and again. He then stuck his tongue out as far as he could manage and began to fuck her anus with it. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" He continued to impale her asshole with his tongue. "I think I'm coming!" she squealed. ******** Meanwhile, Kasumi lay entangled with Ryo and said, "I thought you were really going to refuse to suck me off. I would have had to stay seated until you were dead, you know." "I know," said Ryo. "I'm really glad I was able to suck you off before I passed out. I'd really hate to be dead right now." "I'm not joking, Ryo," said Kasumi in a hostile tone. "I do not make empty threats. Ever! If you did not make me come, you'd be fucking dead, dead, dead right now!" ******** Meanwhile, Setsuko and Haruki lay snuggled together. They kissed and fell asleep entangled in each other. ******** Meanwhile, Kasumi and Ryo lay snuggled together. They kissed and fell asleep entangled in each other. ******** One night a few days later when the restaurant was closing, the staff had finished their cleaning and almost all had left. One waitress, the last one there it seemed, walked up and opened a panel in the wall he was in. She climbed in and he felt her climbing on him, her knees crushing his stomach and kicking him with her shoes as she maneuvered in the tiny space. "Ow!" he yelled out. "Ow! What are you doing? Ow!" "(TM)<<<---くだ*,！" she said. ",なたが",,'お楽--みくだ*,-," He then felt that pipe removed from his dick and she put it in her mouth (his dick, not the pipe). She continued to slide her lips up and down his member, once pinching him with her teeth. "",,"な*,," she said and resumed sucking. Pressure built up quickly, having had no release for over a week, and he exploded into her mouth as she held him deep down her throat. He squeezed the last bit of spunk out of his cock. She held it in her mouth a bit longer, then withdrew him from her lips and replaced the pipe. She climbed out, banging him up some more with her knees and shoes. "Let me go now!" he begged. "Please! Let me go!" Closing the panel, she walked away. "Fuck you!" he called out. "I hope I got AIDS from some woman here and I just gave it to you!" he screamed. Then the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Some light filtered in from the street below through the windows on the other side of the room, casting eerie shadows on the ceiling. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Maybe some day soon, one of the women customers will suffocate me and kill me." ******** By the middle of the following week Tom hadn't returned Sora's text. "That's not like him to just ignore me." She called him again and left a voice message, "Tom San! It's me, Yuki. I'm worried about you. Please call me." After still no call, it occurred to her to go to the Man Face Restaurant and ask if the applied for that job and if they know is whereabouts. She drove there after school and went upstairs. "Welcome," said the hostess. "How many in your party?" "I'm not here for dinner," said Yuki. "I'm just wondering if you can help me find someone." "I don't know," said the hostess. "How can I help you find someone?" "I was here about two weeks ago with a male friend," said Yuki. "An American gaijin. He was asking about your job." "Oh, I remember you now," said the hostess. "He's here." "He's here?" said Yuki. "Can I see him?" "One moment please," said the hostess and picked up a wall phone. After a brief conversation she said, "His table is available if you'd like to be seated?" "Okay. Please!" "Follow me," said the hostess who led Yuki into the changing room and gave her the spiel about the paper skirt. "Can I go in dressed?" asked Yuki. "Perhaps you'd like to take off your slacks and panties?" said the hostess. "The paper skirt is not necessary if you wish to be nude below the waist." "Very well," said Yuki. She took the skirt and went into a dressing room to remove her slacks and thong, and put on the skirt. She was a little embarrassed to know here privates were exposed to air, but at least the skirt covered her from view from anyone in a normal sitting or standing position. A second hostess led her through the dining room to a table for two. "You're by yourself?" said the hostess. "Take either seat." There was Tom with his head sticking out of the wall. She knelt down next to him. "Tom San," she whispered. "Uhhhh," gasped Tom. "Tom San. It's me, Yuki." "Yuki?" he slurred. "Yes, from school. I have to get you out of here." "Yes!" he slurred. "They won't let me go. They feed me garbage and table scraps left over from the other customer's plates. Please help me, Yuki San!" The restaurant manager walked up to Yuki as she knelt next to Tom. "Is everything okay?" asked the manager. Yuki stood and said in anger, "You have to let Tom San go!" "He's one of our employees. He doesn't want to go." "Yes he does," said Yuki. "He wants to resign." "He can't resign," said the manager. "He signed a permanent contract. He agreed never to resign, and we agreed never to terminate him." "But you can't keep him a prisoner! A slave!" "Ah, but we can. It's in the contract that he resides on the premises of his employment, and he's available for work whenever we need him." "I want him! He needs medical attention. Let me have him!" "We can't do that. We need him. And we provide all the medical care he needs. We effectively own him." "Okay, then I'll buy him from you! Name your price!" "He's not for sale. Now please take a seat and have dinner, or else leave the premises." Yuki slid in and sat on Tom. She looked up at the manager who started to walk away. "I'll call the police, then! I'll sue you!" The manager turned back to face Yuki. "That's been tried already. He stamped it willingly. It's a mutually beneficial contract which protects both employee and employer." "But the job is damaging him. He's being slowly suffocated." "Yes. And whose ass is suffocating him right now? He accepted the risks of the job and we provide whatever medical care he needs. The contract has been held up in court." "But! Please! I'm begging you!" "I'm sorry," said the manager. "It's hard enough to find men to do this permanently. We just can't release any from their contracts. Now please enjoy your dinner." She walked off. A waitress came by and held out a menu to Yuki. Yuki pushed the surprised waitress back, got up off Tom, and ran out of the restaurant. "Oh, Tom San," she cried as she got in her car. "I'm so sorry. This is my fault. I'm the one who steered us past this place on our walk that day and talked you into asking about the job. Why, oh why, didn't you call me to go with you?" She fell forward onto the steering wheel crying hysterically. *** END ***