SMELLING HU-SHI'S SUSHI


    Bob drove down the rain-slick street, barely able to see 20 feet in front 
of him. The rain drove hard, on a slant and directly into his windshield 
dragging visibility down to near nothing. So when he saw the small white blur 
at the side of the road, something that looked vaguely like a human form, he 
swerved just in time to avoid hitting it, whatever it was. He slammed his 
brakes on up ahead and jumped out just to make sure he hadn't made contact. 
As he ran up to the small white figure, he noticed it was a woman, an 
Oriental woman, in white kitchen clothes, the kind usually worn by workers in 
Chinese restaurants. He noted her jet-black hair hanging in wet strands over 
a thick, round face. The body itself was short, compact, a little chunky as 
the baggy white clothes clung to what seemed to be a powerful form.
    "Shit, are you OK? Bob asked, looking into the woman's almond eyes. "I 
didn't hit you did I?
    The woman didn't smile. "No, you no hit me. You give me lide, OK?
    Bob shrugged. "Sure, I guess it's the least I can do for almost hitting 
you. C'mon.
    They both jogged to the car, the woman got in and Bob drove off. The 
woman wiped the stringy hair from her face. She wasn't that pretty, Bob 
noted, not ugly, just not pretty. She had a generic Asian-quality look to her 
round face. He judged her to be 30, but she was so relatively bland looking, 
she could've been 40 or more, he figured. 
    What wasn't bland were her calves. Bob's eyes bugged out as the woman 
nonchalantly hiked up her baggy pants to the knees. She wore droopy, wet 
black socks and black restaurant shoes and in between were two thick plugs of 
muscled meat, calves that just erupted from the socks into round, ruggedly 
defined flesh. Bob blinked and looked again. The woman looked at him, still 
unsmiling.
    "You rike Hu-Shi's big regs? she asked in a heavy oriental accent, the 
l's coming out as r's. "Hu-Shi got big, big regs.
    Bob nodded. "I guess you do...how did they get so big?
    "I work at Sushi Parace, down the load, she said, pumping and flexing 
her calves now, almost in an effort to dry them off or show them to even 
bigger effect. "I walk rots and rots, so my regs, they pletty big.
    They rode in silence awhile longer before she said, "You know, I could 
sue. You amost hit Hu-Shi, Hu-Shi could sue. I see that on American TV, arra 
time, you people, you ahways sue one anudder.
    Bob shook his head. "Uh, Hu-Shi, I didn't hit you, I don't think you got 
a case.
    "Terr you what, she said, balling up her calves huge now and glaring at 
him. "You smell Hu-Shi's sushi, I ret you go. You rike to smell my sushi?
    Bob shook his head again, trying to make sense of it. "What are you 
talking about, smell your sushi? What sushi? I like Japanese food, some of 
it, but I don't like sushi, the taste or the smell.
    "Hu-shi work 14 hour today, rong, rong day, I sweat, I stink, she said, 
looking at him. "I smell down here.
    She spread her legs and pointed to her crotch. Bob couldn't believe what 
he was hearing or seeing. Then it got worse.
    "Hu-shi rike you to rick and suck and smell her cunny, smell rike sushi 
now, you rick and suck and smell til Hu-Shi's sushi no smell no more!
    Bob slammed on his brakes, pulled into an abandoned parking lot and faced 
Hu-Shi.
    "You are one sick chick, honey, he said, shaking his head. "Now get the 
fuck out of my...
    He leaned toward her to open her door and boot her out, but he never saw 
the legs before they connected. Hu-Shi had spun around in her seat on her 
round bottom, lashed up and out with her short legs and slam-locked her iron 
calves around Bob's neck, the thick muscles of them digging brutally hard 
into the arteries that supply blood to the brain. She locked up her ankles 
behind his head and squeezed, instantly sending stars spinning before his 
eyes. His hands shot to her steely calves and then slipped away as he started 
to. Within 4 seconds of latching the scissorlock to his neck, she'd taken him 
to the brink of unconsciousness. She let up only enough so he could hear her.
    "Now, you smell Hu-Shi's sushi, you te' me if it smell rike old fish! 
she said excitedly, leaning up and bridging against his neck with her calves 
as she slithered her white workpants down.
    She let go only to slip all the way out of her soiled pants, allowing Bob 
no time to recover or escape, before she reached up with her short legs, 
hooked the back of his head and dragged his face into the slimy mulch of her 
stinky cunt. Bob's eyes crossed as his nose rammed into the folds of 
Hu-Shi's cheesy pussy and her thick, muscular thighs crushed the sides of his 
head, keeping him prisoner. Hu-Shi used his face now, humping it up and down, 
dragging the stinky lips of her coarse cunt all over his moaning face. The 
stink was overwhelming, her pussy reeked of sweat, piss and god knew what 
else. It was oily and thick with gunk and indeed smelled like the 
stereotypical cunt Just like old, rotten fish. He gagged and nearly vomited 
into her gripping gash.
    "Mmmm, Hu-Shi rike scissoring you face into Hu-Shi's pussy, you terr me, 
does Hu-Shi smell rike sushi? Does it? Does my pussy smell rike pussy?? 
Answer Hu-Shi or Hu-Shi give you the quivering scissor glip of death!!!
    "It smells....like...sushi....goddam, you fucking reek!!! Bob screamed 
as she continued to grind her hairy, greasy gash all over his face, snapping 
her thick hips.
    "Good answer, she hissed. "I give you the quivering scissor glip of 
death anyway!!
    With that Hu-Shi locked up tight and started a vibrating motion with her 
thick thighs that slapped like a meaty wave against Bob's trapped face. She 
quivered and quaked her giant, hard thighs until Bob's begs for mercy came 
out of him in an involuntarily low, staccato moan. Hu-Shi laughed and 
squeezed harder, the vibrating grip of death getting harder and harder as her 
big, white thighs violently bounced against him. Finally, she held him by the 
hair and opened her thighs wide, leaving her ankles locked. She glared down 
at him.
    "Here come thigh bombs!! she announced gleefully. "Oh, yankee, just 
like Pear' Ha-bor arrrrrrrrr over again!!!
    Bob screamed in agony as Hu-Shi repeatedly pistoned her thick thighs 
together, ramming them off his ears and jaws, piledriving the huge rippling 
mounds of leg meat off his head, almost imploding his eardrums. She kept up 
the insane thigh bombs for a full three minutes, working herself up into a 
sweat which only served to stink up her already nauseatingly smelly cunt. 
When she finally stopped, she was out of breath. She smiled down at him and 
let up the scissor lock enough to pull his face all the way inside her grimy 
cuntal folds.
    "You rick Hu-Shi's sushi now, you take your tongue and you rick up and 
down, here, she said emphatically, pulling his face out far enough for him 
to see the lips of her insatiable cunt. "You rick it arr up, you rick up, you 
make Hu-Shi's sushi crean and no stink no more!!!
    Hu-Shi thundered a couple of inner thigh quivers on Bob's mashed head as 
a warning, and he got busy in a hurry, lapping and licking Hu-Shi's 
horrendously smelly cunt. He'd been through this much so far, he figured 
licking out her rancid pussy couldn't be any worse than smelling it, nor 
worse than anything else she could make him do.
    But he was wrong. Seconds after Hu-Shi's quivering thighs scissored him 
hard as she came, she let up a little and pushed his face further down, 
skewering her spit-soaked cunt hole with his nose - and putting his lips and 
mouth right over the oily ring of her asshole. He screamed.     
    "No, please, not that, please, anything, don't make me lick your 
asshole, please, he begged.
    Hu-Shi smiled down over the swell of her round  belly. "OK, you no rick 
Hu-Shi's assho'....how about you SNIFF IT!!!
    With that, she pushed his face down further until his nose disappeared in 
the greasy o-ring of Hu-Shi's shitter, popping past the outer muscle and 
getting clamped tightly in the muscular lips of her smelly poop chute. She 
pinched her thighs together and her asscheeks, effectively cutting off all 
breathing - except what he could gag through his nostrils as they lay pinned 
nearly shut in the slimed clamp of her bung hole.He breathed in tiny sniffles 
of air, and with them the bonus of inhaling Hu-Shi's shitty rectal vapors. 
After she'd fucked his nose raw and nearly knocked him out from both the 
stench and lack of oxygen, she slipped it out and up, back into her pussy, 
replacing it with his mouth on her oozing asshole.
    "You rick my shitter crean, you rick it nice and deep and wet, Hu-Shi 
said, humping her hips and reaching under herself to open the thick meat of 
her hammy asshalves to give him deeper access to her slimy shitchute. "Hu-Shi 
go bathloom many time tonight, Hu-Shi need her ass wiped!!
    Bob balked and Hu-Shi's titanic thighs thundered on his temples, the 
thick adductors hunking up into ropes that threatened to crack his skull. 
Timidly at first, Bob snaked his tongue out, finally going as deep as he 
could, his teeth mashed up against the oily outer ring of her asshole as 
muscular inner ring milked his tongue, pulling it so far inside Bob feared 
she'd rip it right out of his mouth. HE screamed in pain, his nose lost in 
her cunt, his tongue deeper than it had ever been in any woman's orifice. 
All the while, Hu-Shi humped herself to another orgasm, coating Bob's nose 
and forcing him to inhale her pussy vapors as he nearly passed out.
    Finally, Hu-Shi let him go, spun back to her seat and pulled her pants on 
while Bob lolled in his seat, his head against the glass, his hands feebly 
trying to wipe the smell of Hu-Shi off his face. She laughed.
    "You need shower big time to get that stink offa you face, she giggled. 
"Now you give me lide home. Hu-Shi happy, Hu-Shi's sushi stink no more. No 
need shower myself!!
    Bob quickly drove her home and dropped her off, vowing to never eat 
Japanese food again.