Author: Bob Williams Title: Haruka's Education Part: Chapter 14 of 20 Universe: The Megumi Stories Summary: A young girl is prepared for a career as a Japanese sex artist Keywords: Mf, bd, tort, Japan ===== HARUKA'S EDUCATION 14 By Bob Williams and Haruka Sekine CHAPTER XIV What Happened After the Show I was fast asleep and did not hear the car draw up outside the building. For once I could not amuse myself counting how many minutes it took Haruka to thank her escort for bringing her home so that I could tease her about it later. But the sound of the shower did wake me up, and then Haruka was snuggling up against me in bed: warm, fragrant and of course naked. "Oh, I've had a _marvellous_ time!" she said at once, then added unnecessarily, "are you awake?" "Can't you tell?" Her hand was already gently holding my cock, which was certainly awake. "It was _such_ fun stripping and dancing and - you know - fucking in that place! I'm certainly going there again! Did you see me on stage?" "Of course. You were very good. That first nude dance you did with the transparent sheet thing ... that was beautiful and very erotic." "Thank you. That was a sort of version of a dance I'd been practising at one of my clubs." "Are you giving up your clubs? Going to work only at Synthesis and big public places like that?" "Oh no! I love my clubs, and the kind gentlemen I meet there, _and_ the special things they do to me. But it was so nice having a big audience and just not knowing who would take me next and how." "Lots of men wanted to take you after your second dance. That was _very_ good." "Oh, yes, I _loved_ doing that! Such a pity there was only time for four ... d'you know, I've been dreaming of something like that for simply ages! It would be wonderful to be naked for a room full of men and make them all want to rape me, one after the other! Or in groups of course, that would be even better ..." "I'll see what I can arrange," I said and then, remembering what I had wanted to tell her, "One thing's certain: when they all went home and masturbated tonight you were the girl they were dreaming of fucking." "Do you really think so?" she asked with charming innocence, "but how _sweet_ of them if they did!" "Who brought you home?" asking carefully, not wanting her to think I had been spying on her during her negotiations with the man I had seen her with in the audience. "Oh, that was so exciting! When I was leaving the stage after my first dance of course people wanted to talk to me, but I didn't have much time. Then just as I was about to go backstage such a respectful young man spoke to me and asked if I would have a word with his boss. So of course I said yes." "And what was his boss like?" "Oh! So handsome, and so distinguished! He asked if I was free for the rest of the evening, and of course I couldn't say yes at once, even though I wanted to, because I had obligations to the theatre and I didn't want to let the other girls down, but I didn't say no. And he said his secretary would deal with the management. And the young man said - very discreetly - that he would see I was well paid." "And what did you say to that?" "Well, of course I said I couldn't take money because I was too young to be allowed to do that, and anyway that wasn't why I did it - you know, dancing nude and going with handsome gentlemen. And his boss laughed and asked what I really did it for. So I just told him the truth: that I loved doing it so much I couldn't help it." "You're making me want to come." "_Don't_ you want to come?" "Of course I do, but I want to hear the rest of the story first. And stop doing that to me!" For a few moments at least she gave my erection some peace. "Well, the polite young man escorted me backstage and as soon as the manager saw his boss's name-card he said of course I must feel free to go with him. But I said I was so looking forward to dancing again and taking part in the finale. The other girls had told me about that, you see." "I can see you wouldn't want to miss it." "So it was agreed that I should leave as soon as the finale was over. And the young man was waiting for me when I came offstage after that. You stayed till the end of our show, did you?" "Of course. I wouldn't have wanted to miss any of it." "I was nude of course and didn't really have any clothes to go out in. Apart from the casual things I'd been wearing when I arrived." "I'm surprised that bothered you. You've been dreaming about public nudity for days." She giggled and began to stroke my cock again. "Well, the young man thought his boss would like me to wear something smart. And one of the girls lent me a dress she'd been wearing for her dance. It was a sort of disco dress, red and glittery and very tight and very short and didn't quite cover her bottom." "I remember it. And her." "Fortunately she was a bit taller so it just covered me. She was thinner too and I had quite a struggle getting into it. But the young man said his boss would like it. So we left together and outside in the street there was a big black car, with a driver and the handsome gentlemen waiting in the back. I got in beside him of course. It was such a comfortable car! A foreign one. I don't know about cars but it had a little star in a circle - that's a Mercedes, isn't it?" "That's the one." "Well, he had his hand on my thigh and soon he was stroking my pussy - very gently, just being friendly - and he asked me about myself, how old I was, where I was going to school, how I had started as a stripper and hostess, what I wanted to do when I grew up, and all that. So I told him what I'd done so far, and how I was longing to be old enough to work full-time in the sex industry, and about how you'd been helping me and teaching me ..." "Careful! I don't want people like that knowing what I do with young Japanese girls!" "Oh, I didn't tell him your name ... anyway, then we arrived. I hadn't been paying much attention but I think it was somewhere near Shibuya. And a lovely big house in a garden! I'd never been anywhere like that. The car stopped outside the front-door. We went into a beautiful living-room and he offered me a drink, and I said I would have a glass of juice just to be polite. The young secretary man brought the drinks but I took them from him and served my gentleman his whisky, and then knelt down and unfastened the top of my dress and began to stroke him and breasturbate him and suck him just as I do in my clubs." "I bet he enjoyed that." "Oh, yes. So did I! He came quite quickly. I thanked him and let some of his cum dribble onto my breasts the way my gentlemen enjoy seeing. And then I had a brilliant idea: I let the rest pour out of my mouth into the juice I hadn't yet finished and swirled it all together and drank it! He really liked seeing me do that ... then he smiled, in such an exciting way, and finished his whisky and said, 'I think we'll go upstairs now.'" She paused for a moment, remembering the thrill of it all, and I did not hurry her. "I got up off the floor and, without really thinking because it was what I always do when you take me upstairs, I unfastened the rest of my dress and let it fall. And when he saw me standing there nude in just my heels he said, 'Yes, I see you understand.' Then we went out into the hall together and he took me by the elbow and guided me up the big staircase. At the top of the stairs was a door and beyond that was an enormous bedroom. I went to the bed, of course, but he said, 'No, not yet - stand here.' He showed me where he wanted me to be, in front of a huge mirror. You should have seen it! It covered one whole wall of the room. I couldn't help dancing in front of it and watching the way I looked. He was standing behind me, smiling at me in the mirror in that exciting way of his, and then he held out a hand and the polite secretary brought him what he wanted." "He was there too, was he?" "Yes! He looked so funny being there in the bedroom with his office suit on and so respectable! I was nude, of course, as I told you and my master had changed to just a pair of black slacks. First the secretary handed him a pair of leather wrist-cuffs and he strapped them on me and joined them with a long chain. While he was doing that, the secretary knelt on the carpet and fitted me with matching ankle-cuffs and chain. But that wasn't all! Next came a broad belt in shiny black leather, and my master buckled it, ooh _so_ tightly, round my waist. It felt so good!" "Yes, I can imagine you would enjoy that." "And what do you think he did next?" "Tell me." "He stood in front of me and dangled a pair of pretty nipple-clamps in front of my eyes! And he said, 'Do you know what these are?' Of course I did, they were the lovely kind with a sort of steel frame which can be screwed as tight as tight can be." "And you said?" "Well, I remembered what you'd told me, that gentlemen like to think they are introducing a girl to lovely cruel things like that for the first time. So I pretended I didn't know and asked what they were for, and he told me how they would fit over my nipples and he could tighten them till the pain was more than I could possibly imagine and there was nothing I could do to stop it, and I begged him not to hurt me and he said I would learn to love it, and I asked 'Are you really, really sure I'll like it?' Ooh, I did enjoy that and so did he!" "Clever girl." "He fitted them and screwed them a little way and I pretended to be frightened but then gradually let him tighten them more and more and of course I screamed with pain and implored him to stop but then I showed him I was beginning to like it. They had little bells hanging from them and I wriggled a bit so that they tinkled nicely." "And then?" "The polite young man had wheeled up a piece of machinery." "What was it? A whipping-frame?" "Well, a bit like that. It was a kind of wooden board on metal stands with three semicircles cut out of the upper edge. And then I looked more carefully and saw that there was another board higher up, just the same except that the semicircles were cut out of the lower edge. My new master told me to lean forward, so I did that, and rest my neck and wrists in the circles. Then he lowered the other board till it fitted on top and locked them both together. So I could see myself in the mirror, a prisoner bending forward with my head and my hands chained together on one side and the rest of me on the other." "And then he whipped you." "Of course! It was so lovely! He brought a whip to show me, like the ones you use with lots of thin lashes with knots tied in them, and asked me if I'd been whipped with one of those before, and I didn't say I had and didn't say I hadn't, I just begged him not to hurt me! But of course he did ... lots and lots ... it was one of the most wonderful whippings I'd ever had. Until ..." "Until?" "Well, I'll tell you if you'll only stop interrupting. After about half-an-hour of that, when my bottom was _so_ hot and tingling _so_ beautifully, he dropped the whip and kicked off his slacks and came round the front and gave me his erection to suck. Of course I'd already done that once downstairs so I'd found out the sort of things he liked. It was a bit difficult without my hands but I did my best. And then when he pulled out after a while I begged him to take me from behind. I told him my poor bottom was so desperate and so stimulated by the whip that he surely couldn't be so cruel as to leave it unfucked. So he laughed and went round the other end of me and ... oh, it was wonderful! Of course my breasts were on fire too from the nipple-clamps which made it even nicer." "Both love-holes?" I could feel her nodding. She stopped talking for a while, lost in ecstatic memory. "Nice for you," I added. "And for him." "Well, when we'd both recovered from that and he'd released me from the whipping-frame and taken off my chains I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up - beautiful bathroom, by the way, everything you could possibly want, but I couldn't do more than pee and wash because I was still locked into my cuffs and belt, you see - and then I came out and stood obediently before him and asked what he wanted to do with me next. The frame had been wheeled out of the way but there was a hook hanging from the ceiling that hadn't been there before. It made my heart beat fast when I saw that and wondered what lovely things he was planning to do to me! The young man brought two long poles in black metal and fixed one to my wrist-cuffs and one to my ankle-cuffs. So I had to stand with my feet wide apart and my arms out. Then my master locked another pair of cuffs on me, this time tightly round my upper arms, and joined them with a chain. He told me to stand underneath the hook, facing the big mirror, and he hung the chain over the hook and raised it and adjusted it till I was stretched quite tight but still standing on my heels with my arms and legs apart. And of course I knew what would happen next!" "Was it a nice whipping?" "Wonderful! He showed me the whip and let me look forward to it before he started. It was a lovely one, several long strands of polished leather braided together very tightly, and when he moved it to and fro it creaked in the most exciting way as if it was saying how much it loved me and longed to kiss me all over!" I couldn't help laughing. "You are a sentimental little girl!" I said. "Well, I'd never seen anything so beautiful before! It sort of tapered all along its length from the thick handle to the end, and at the tip there was such a pretty little bow of pink ribbon. I was in love with that whip from the moment I saw it, just as it was in love with me. I longed to beg my master to let it kiss me again and again, but I remembered just in time and only said, 'Oh, please don't hurt me!' but he smiled that exciting smile of his and said, 'Oh, I shall hurt you - I shall hurt you more than you've ever been hurt before. And I shan't stop till you have learnt to love it and beg me for more.' He held it against my lips and made me kiss it in several places. It didn't just creak like leather, it smelt like leather does. Oh, it _was_ beautiful! He said, 'You love it really, don't you?' He _understood_, you see! He _knew_ I was secretly in love with it even if I couldn't tell him so! And then he said, 'It's brand new. Never been used before, so it's still stiff and hard. A whip like this needs to be broken in on a girl. Best of all, on a young tender girl like you who's never felt a whip like this before.' So you see, he hadn't guessed that I already knew all about being whipped, thanks to you. He still thought it was my first time. Wasn't that lovely? And then he said, 'Now you'll both be broken in together. Aren't you lucky!' And I couldn't help whispering 'Yes!' even though I knew it might give me away. He removed my belt and my nipple-clamps and I asked if he really had to do that, and he explained kindly that he wanted to be able to whip _all_ of me with nothing in the way. Wasn't that thoughtful of him? And then he began." "Was it good?" "It was fantastic! Somehow I managed to keep imploring him to stop, even though I was so afraid he might think I meant it and really stop." "I'm sure he thought you meant it, and that's why he _didn't_ stop. I like the sound of your new lover. He enjoys the same things that I enjoy." She wriggled round in my arms and kissed me. "You horrible old sadists," she said. "Both of you! Treating a poor innocent little girl like that ..." "A little girl who loves every second of it," I said. "Yes. Oh, I do, I do ..." She stopped for a moment, remembering again the bliss she had been granted. "Well. Anyway, when I was looking in the mirror and watching myself being whipped, and thinking how good it was to be able to see it happening as well as feeling it and hearing it, I noticed something strange. Every time the whip whistled round me and kissed me, it left a dark red line where it had been. At first I thought, how strange, and then I thought, how beautiful it looked as well as strange, a pattern being created of all the bits of me that had been made love to like that. Why have you never done that to me?" she concluded accusingly. "Be sensible, darling. Don't think I haven't wanted to. But you know very well that after I've whipped you you have to report for duty at one of your clubs. And don't your gentlemen expect to see you fresh and pure and untouched?" "I suppose so. But I want to be whipped like that again soon. Will you do that? Next time I have a free evening? Promise?" "I promise. What else did he do to you?" "That was all, really. When he was tired of whipping me he took me down and laid me out on the bed and then he fucked me a couple of times. After that his secretary brought the keys and let me out of my cuffs. When I'd finished in the bathroom he brought me my dress and then I went downstairs and said goodbye to my master. He was sitting on the couch reading some official-looking papers and just glanced at me. I bowed very politely and said, 'Sir, I hope I satisfied you. Will you send for me again one day?' He just nodded and said, 'I might. My secretary will take you home.' So here I am! I suppose the driver had gone off duty because he drove me in the big car and I sat beside him." "Did you thank him nicely?" I asked her teasingly. "Of course! There was lots of room to fuck properly in that big car. And he promised he'd be in touch with me again." "Well, we'll see. Now, what about thanking me?" "Ooh, poor you! You've been so patient!" She wriggled down the bed and set to work stroking and sucking my cock. "Could you manage all three of my holes?" she asked, taking it out of her mouth for a moment. "I'd really enjoy that." "So would I! I probably can if you help me. Give me your cunt to suck now, and I want to finish in there. I've been longing for it ever since you did that lovely dance on stage with the sheet." "Yes, that was fun, wasn't it?" Despite all the exercise they had been given that day, her lower love-holes were fresh and sweet. I kissed them and then entered them with affection and profound gratitude for having Haruka, and so many other girls before her and yet to come, as my partners in pleasure. The morning light was visible through the curtains before we had finished with each other - for the moment at least. She went again to the bathroom to wash, then jumped back into bed. I swung her round so that we could sleep comfortably head to tail the way we liked best. I gave her luscious lower mouth a good-night kiss, and felt her return it with a kiss on each of my balls. "Get some sleep now, darling," I said. "You'll want to be fresh tomorrow." "Yes, the manager told me I'm to work a double shift." "Will he still want that? I thought that was in return for having this evening free, but then you had to work after all." "Oh, but he _must_!" she said, wriggling round again. "Non-stop fucking from six to midnight - lovely! I've been looking forward to it so much! He couldn't be so cruel as to ..." "I'm sure he won't," I said reassuringly. "Now, do go to sleep." She snuggled down into the bottom of the bed. I turned carefully onto my side and pillowed my head on one smooth thigh, pulling the other leg over my neck and shoulders like a little _futon_. "Sweet dreams, darling," I murmured and was soon fast asleep myself. [Next in Part 15: Chapter XV: Interlude] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams Comments welcome at bobwilliams1@tiscali.co.uk