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

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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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