Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 8 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, bd, tort, mast, exhib, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 08 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER VIII Life with Haruka The school holidays continued and Haruka had clearly decided to move in with me on a long-term basis. I was a bit worried about this arrangement, pleasant though it was, and asked her several times whether she did not have parents or other family who might wonder where she was and worry about her. But she kept telling me not to fuss: the summer holiday was hers to spend as she wished, she said firmly. I was also concerned that she might be bored living with an older man: didn't she want to hang out with other girls and enjoy being fucked by boys of her own age? Certainly not, she said: my apartment was the one place she could do all the things she most loved doing - which of course included being teasingly nude in front of me and my visitors, frequent fucking and whipping. Any free moments she liked to spend masturbating while working her way through my large collection of porn videos, one hand caressing her sensitive breasts and playing with the clamps decorating them, a long finger of the other stroking her sweetly erect clitoris and the white cord emerging from her anus revealing that she had a little vibrator snugly buried deep inside her arse. In the evening she pulled on some casual clothes - a tight low-cut top and even tighter miniskirt with, I was pretty sure, nothing underneath, bless her - and set off for whichever bar or striptease theatre or hostess club was currently employing her, leaving me free to do the rounds of the establishments I thought my editors and their readers might like to know about. Occasionally we coincided. We would acknowledge each other discreetly with a nod or a smile, but I would leave her to tantalise her admirers with her fresh young nudity and coyly allow them to fondle her and fuck her, and she would not interfere as I pursued my researches with her colleagues. At night she would slip quietly into my bed, enjoy the innocent sleep of the thoroughly well-fucked girl, and be ready to start again as fresh as a new-budded rose the next morning. Oh, the pleasure of waking to find my head cradled between her thighs while that pretty, delicious pussy snuggled up against my lips and sweetly asked to be kissed! Of course I did have my living to earn. That meant sitting in front of my computer converting my notes on new developments in the Tokyo sex scene, and the establishments I had visited, into articles for my impatient editors and e-mailing them the results. Haruka understood the need for this. She would slip into my office and ask if she could help. "You might make me some coffee," I would say. Soon I would hear the tapping of her high-heels and the tinkle of the little bells hanging from her nipple-clamps as, otherwise nude of course, she brought me what I wanted. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" she would ask with the sweet submission of an Office Lady. "Just try to keep me in the mood for work," I would say with a smile. She knew what that meant and would slip quickly on her knees under my desk. Then I would feel her softly draw aside the skirts of the _yukata_ I wore when writing and her skilful lips and tongue start to work on my erect cock, her pointed nails doing maddening things to my balls. "Slowly, darling, slowly!" I often had to beg, "I haven't finished yet!" But at last the e-mails were sent and I could lie back in my chair while she finished me off. I think this method of work improved my style and made my descriptions of the Japanese sex scene a little more vivid. The least curmudgeonly of my editors once complimented me on the improvement, so perhaps it was true. I recommend it to my fellow-writers anyway. After that, Haruka would sometimes return to her pastime of masturbating over my video collection, or would tell me she would like to go out alone for a while. Of course she was free to do that at any time: she was living with me by her own choice. She would put on a pretty minidress rather than her usual provocative casual clothes for these expeditions and would return an hour or so later with a contented smile on her face. She never told me what she had been doing but I could guess. There were several coffee-bars nearby where a pretty girl on her own could easily get picked up, and then coyly agree to accompany her admirer to half-an-hour's anonymous love-making in a nearby "avec" hotel, or even up a discreet side-street. With her healthy interest in sex Haruka was, I suppose, a fairly straightforward sixteen-year-old girl. What made her different from many was not her sexual appetite but her single-minded concentration on fulfilling it. She started the day with a good fuck on waking in my arms; then after a late breakfast and an account, full of girlish giggles, of her experiences the previous evening, a thorough training session in the torture-chamber and on my bed. During the afternoon she would masturbate and then offer to suck me, or if she felt more adventurous go out in search of casual sexual encounters with other men. As the evening approached she insisted on what she called "some nice friendly whipping": usually bound elaborately to one of the frames in my torture-chamber but sometimes, at her request, hanging simply from a hook in the bedroom ceiling or clinging unbound to the balcony railing while the lashes flickered round her and she welcomed them with pretty girlish squeals. After that of course she needed to be fucked and I was more than ready to try to satisfy her. Then, well prepared and with her appetite in a healthy state of readiness, she would set off for the nine-to-midnight shift at her strip theatre, hostess club or wherever she was due that night. I suppose, depending on how many customers took her during the evening, that added up to ten or a dozen assorted fucks every twenty-four hours, not including orgasms from masturbation: on the high side even for a sexually awakened girl of her age, but the important thing was that she was happy and fulfilled, and I was delighted to be part of making her so. We had most of our meals delivered. It was a pleasure to me to hear Haruka running to the door to greet the delivery boy, her little bells tinkling and perhaps holding a small towel loosely round her waist in mock-modesty - a towel which would usually fall to the floor in her confusion in counting the change. Then there would be giggles and a whispered exchange, perhaps leading to a date arranged for the afternoon. If ever I have a daughter I want her to be exactly like Haruka: dedicated to giving and receiving pleasure and to making the world a happier place. Occasionally we would go out for a meal. I remember once - just for fun - she had dressed as a very young girl: hair scraped back and twisted into two long braided pigtails, short socks and sneakers, no make-up or fingernails, and wearing only one of her tight cropped tops and denim shorts cut high enough at the back to show her lower bottom. We were seated in a cafe, possibly one where Haruka went sometimes to be picked up (I didn't ask her, she had a right to her private life). She was eating a hamburger and slurping some kind of shake through a straw. I had my knee firmly pressed against hers under the table. I was making no attempt to hide the feelings she inspired in me, and her coy glances showed how much she appreciated my lust for her. Suddenly a man was standing over us. He was a tall middle-aged _gaijin_ wearing a dark suit and a clerical collar. "Do you realise what you are doing?" he shouted furiously. "Yes," I said, "I realise very well. And what has it to do with you?" "Suborning a minor!" he raged. "It's illegal and ... and filthy! How old is this child?" "Tell him, Haruka-chan," I said. Haruka looked up. There were traces of pink froth from her shake on her lips, making her look like a little girl who had sloppily applied her mother's lipstick. She opened her eyes wide in mock-innocence. "Thirteen," she said. "In October." The man turned back to me. He began to shout "That's disgusting!" but then turned back to her in horror. Haruka had reached out her hand and was expertly stroking his crotch through his dark grey trousers while she looked up at him with a lubricious smile which could have seduced the most puritanical schoolmaster (and probably had). He stepped back, but not far enough. Haruka twisted to one side on her stool and was still stroking him with one hand while she tried to pull him towards her with the other. "Do you want me?" she said in her most childish voice. "I think you do. You can have me if you like! Let me suck you. For you I'll do it for nothing. I'm very, very good! All my gentlemen say so!" Red in the face with anger - or was it lust? - and with a final cry of "Child of Satan!" the man tore himself away and returned to his table where he joined two serious-looking young Japanese men. "Gosh! That was exciting!" I said. "Was he hard?" "Yes," said Haruka happily, "very. He wanted me all right. Why didn't he take me or let me suck him? Or tell me he wanted me anyway?" "He's a priest," I explained. "And a Christian. They're not allowed to do things like that." "How silly," said Haruka casually and returned to her food. As we left, she took care to walk past the priest's table, touched him on the shoulder and bestowed on him a masterly impression of corrupted innocence. The young Japanese men looked at her as if they were less certain than he was in their rejection of forbidden sexual fruit. She walked on a few steps, making sure her victim had a good view of the movement of her half-naked bottom, looked at him over her shoulder, stuck her tongue out at him cheekily and then licked her finger with unmistakable suggestiveness. "You don't know what you're missing," I couldn't help saying as I passed him. "Anyway, didn't your God make her lovely arse and find it good?" "Of course he wants me," said Haruka with a toss of her head as we left. "Those two young men he was sitting with certainly wanted you." "All men do. It's _so_ nice." Her behaviour had given me an idea for a sex-game we could play. As soon as we were home I stood her in front of me. "Haruka, that was very naughty what you did to that man," I said severely. I reached out and dragged down her denim shorts - she was wearing nothing underneath, of course - and let them dangle from one ankle as I swung her over my lap. "You must be punished." "Oh daddy, please don't hurt me!" she begged in a little-girl voice, entering at once into the fun of the game. "Oh, please, daddy - I didn't mean to do anything wrong!" Everyone says it, I know, but it's true: with our fancy modern equipment we no longer know how to entertain ourselves. I have so many elaborate whips and such sophisticated electrical torture machinery for pleasuring girls that I had quite forgotten the simple joy of placing a girl over my knee and spanking her while she kicks and struggles and begs for mercy. I loved it and Haruka loved it, squealing beautifully and pleading with her "daddy" not to hurt her. I stopped only when I was out of breath and my hands were stinging so much I could not continue. At last she scrambled off my lap and stood before me. "Daddy hurt me!" she said accusingly. "You deserved it. You were a very naughty little girl." Real tears were welling in her eyes. "Daddy make it better." "Daddy kiss it better?" "No, daddy fuck it better!" she insisted in her wheedling little-girl voice. I knew what she meant - or I hoped I did. When I first met Haruka and discovered that she was still a virgin in her third love-hole, I had hoped that it might be my privilege to take her anal cherry. But - always the gentleman in such matters! - I had waited too long. As soon as her hostess club manager discovered that her tight little anus had never been fucked he arranged an auction and there was quite fierce bidding among his regulars for the right to initiate her. In fact the winning bid was so high that she was even allowed to keep some of the money. Haruka was thrilled by all the excitement and the attention she received, and gave me a graphic description of how she was placed over a padded pedestal with her bottom in the air, and how the lucky man, his erection well lubricated, stood behind her and slowly penetrated her. It was, she said, even more thrilling than her loss of her first virginity: his cock entered her like a flaming sword; pleasure and pain were as one, and of course being violated before a cheering and enthusiastic audience made it all the more wonderful. Once her lover was in, she said, it felt somehow so _right_, as if she never wanted him to leave. As she put it, yet another little demon, the one who controlled her lust for arse-fucking, was well and truly awake and would never leave her in peace - not that she wanted him to, of course! I advised her not to indulge in this supreme pleasure too often: she needed, I said, to give her arse-muscles time to recover their elasticity after each penetration so that they would remain tight and firm and able to grip her next lover's cock with the intensity every man longed for. She promised to delay each event as long as the demanding little demon would permit. Now it was to be my turn at last. I took her by the hand and arranged her over the arm of the big leather couch. "Are you ready, darling?" "Yes, daddy, I'm ready. Daddy please fuck." I had not had time to find any lubrication for my cock, so I began by entering her pussy. As I hoped, it was drenched in love-juice called up by the pleasure my spanking had given her, and I soon decided I was wet enough to enter her anus comfortably. I pulled her buttocks apart revealing her sweet little rosebud, dragged my erection out of her cunt and pressed its tip against her other love-hole. I felt it gasp, opening in its desire to receive me and then coyly closing again. I seized her thighs and pulled her onto me. Yes, this time the head of my cock pushed its way through the tight ring of her rosebud - I was inside her! I rested for a while, enjoying her moans and gasps into the cushions of the couch. Then I began the endless journey, millimetre by millimetre, up and up into her very centre. Her bottom shook from side to side and she lifted her upper body on her hands, threw back her head and screamed in endless joyful agony. How her audience at the first violation of her anus must have enjoyed it - the show was almost as satisfying as the actual penetration must have felt to the lucky winner of the auction. I understood now what she had meant when she said the presence of a cock for the first time in her anal passage felt so _right_: I was fully inside her now and never wanted to leave. But the passionate rippling of her anal muscles along my shaft was draining the cum from my balls. I tried desperately to hold it back, to postpone the inevitable consummation of our love, but of course it was impossible. With a great cry of triumph blending with her screams of ecstasy, I exploded, shooting my cum so violently into her intestines that I half expected to see it propelled out of her mouth. It was over. Till next time. Leaving me a worn-out heap on the carpet, Haruka pulled herself to her feet, gave me a nice view of the cum dripping down the backs of her thighs, looked at me over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out as she had done to the unfortunate priest, and scampered up the stairs to clean herself and change out of her subteen clothes into her favourite heels and nipple-clamps. If this were a performance at one of her clubs, I thought, she would be ready in minutes to greet her next admirer. I had never loved her so tenderly as at that moment. 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