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Wild adventures at Osaka's mysterious mouthy monthly mansion
In its February issue, Uramono Japan (July) featured a brief illustrated account of "the woman in a 'fellatio mansion,'" a mysterious female, the occupant of an Osaka apartment, who admits male callers for the sole purpose of administering free oral sex. No names were named, and the location was described in extremely vague terms. But after reading the article, two young readers, convinced the story was true, managed to find the actual apartment through the process of elimination and, after gaining admittance, reported they indeed had succeeded in obtaining gratification.
"I read your account of 'the woman in apartment 401,' writes 23-year-old Kenji Yamamoto. "A senior at my company said it sounded like a woman living in Nakatsu, in the north part of the city, who works out of one of those 'weekly rental mansions.' She's famous. So I went to check out unit 401, and sure enough, when I rang the bell, I saw an eye on the other side of the peephole look me up and down.
"I guess I satisfied her criteria, because things moved on to the next stage," Yamamoto continues. "The door swung open, but with the security chain still attached. This is the second barrier you have to pass. It was too dark to see her face, but her breast was thrust out and I reached up and fondled it. I guess I did it right, because then the door closed and I heard the chain come undone."
Yamamoto was then ushered into the completely darkened apartment.
"I could see some colored lights," he relates. "I suspect maybe the whole thing was being videotaped.
"I got to fondle her breast. It wasn't very big and the nipple was small too. Anyway, she took me into her mouth and tongued me until I came. Never spoke a word, or made a sound. It was weird. But then when I left, I heard her say 'bye-bye' in a throaty voice that was distinctly masculine.
"It was really weird. She wouldn't show her face and wouldn't let me feel her crotch. And she never spoke a word. I think it was probably a guy," Yamamoto concludes.
Yuji Sumitomo, age 23, also paid a visit to apartment 401. Impatient for admission and the anticipated services, he waited outside for more than three minutes. Finally the door opened a crack and a small slip of paper was thrust out. "Please don't speak even one word, all right?" it said.
"I couldn't tell if it was a man's writing or a woman's," Sumitomo relates.
He was about to leave when the door opened with the chain still in place. Sumitomo thrust his male organ out through the provided aperture and she sucked him to orgasm.
"I couldn't really see her face from that angle," he recalls. All I could tell was that she was wearing a bandana on her head."
From the descriptions offered by the above two visitors, this free flaky fellatio feast might indeed be dished up by a fellow, opines Uramono Japan's writer. But when a guy's enjoying such ministrations, he's more likely to indulge in wishful thinking and tell himself he's getting it from a gal. "Your schlong tells you it wants it to be a woman, and that's why you respond," he writes. "Call it human nature." (By Masuo Kamiyama, contributing writer)
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