I went to work for Mr Yakushi in the summer of 2008. It was my first time in Japan and I immediately fell in love with the country, its landscape and its food as well as its culture. The beautiful houses in the rural parts were stunning to behold which contrasted greatly with the high-rising towers of Tokyo and other large cities of Japan.
Mr Yakushi had an eighteen year old son and a domineering wife, Mahito, who I did not really like very much if truth be told. Mr Yakushi was rich, average height and was always dressed very well and was very clean as are Japanese men in general. On one of the yellow walls in his house hung a prized possession, an authentic Samurai sword and he demonstrated to me once how sharp it was by dropping a fine cloth onto it and letting it sever of its own accord through the mere force of gravity on its sharpened edge.
I had been with his family for less than a week and it was in the early hours of the morning when I heard the rustle of clothes and as my eyes began to focus I saw my employer and host standing there before my bed. It was dark and I could just about make out his form as he began to undress himself slowly. I suppressed a startled scream as the calmness with which all this took place as I lay on my bed lent a sense of surreality to the scene.
I opened my eyes wider now as I continued to watch the spectacle unfold before me in my room. I saw his smooth bare chest as he let his long robe fall to the ground as delicately and effortlessly as had the fine cloth upon the sword . I noticed that my heart had begun to race and it seemed to lodge in my throat as the last garment slipped from his body onto the wooden polished floor. He was naked now and the truth was that I was still a virgin. I felt vulnerable in this far away land, brought here like flotsam on a wave of adventure, a young girl of nineteen, come to tutor in English for a few months. A white girl, a strange culture, in an alien foreign land.
As he shuffled about in the dark I saw his naked body catch the light of the moon as it reflected on his smooth skin. I saw for the first time the buttocks of a man, firm, delicate and smooth as I could tell and as he turned another way I saw his testicles and soft cock hanging in silhouette. Suddenly he left the room to return after a few seconds with the Samurai sword in his hand. In the middle of the night he seemed to be dancing with his sword. It was like a ritual of some kind and the elegance of his movement was oddly hypnotic.
The danger of his sword, its sharpness and very threat contrasted with the gentle flourishes of his movement, from the graceful bending of a knee here to the swirling overhead of his Samurai sword. He was naked in my room, in the middle of the night, a man I barely knew, this married man with a grown up son who I had come to instruct. But there was something strange and fascinating about all of this and I felt the tension sublimate from alarm into something more benign. It was like a mating dance.
Mr Yakushi brought his movements to an end and paused motionless as if contemplating for a while before rousing to life again . The flow of time had an unreal feel but I knew I was not dreaming and yet it was dreamlike and all standard and formal rules seemed to have been suspended. The movements had hypnotized me, and subdued my fear and so I had not screamed as I perhaps should.
He approached me now and with one hand clutching his sword he pulled the sheet from my body with the other. He traced along my body, until that moment untouched by another man, running his hand along my right leg, brushing my vagina and on past my stomach and stopping at my breasts which he gently squeezed becoming however a grip more impassioned and insistent. I heard him make the first audible sounds since the moment he had entered my room. He gasped at the soft probing touches on my young smooth white skin. His arousal was evinced by his standing member which I now could see.
"I am going to fuck you" he whispered and I protested softly. He repeated that he was going to fuck me and seed my belly and with this he grabbed my left hand forcefully and brought it down onto his hard cock. It was the first time I had felt a man's penis and it was very hard and rigid and I knew that it would be inside my body shortly and my heart thumped with dark apprehension. Still holding his sword and with my hand frozen to his penis he ripped at my delicate nightgown and tore it away from my body, leaving me almost naked. My breasts were bare now to him and he stared down at me as our eyes began to focus and meet in the dark. I could see the confidence in his eyes before my naked vulnerability as my grip weakened on his still throbbing penis, a potent penis that had already sired . My Yakushi pulled at my panties and tore the string and ripped them free leaving me naked. I raised my knees to try and hide my shame.
"Suck my cock!" he said with disdain as he stood there naked with his sharp sword in his hand. Reluctantly I slipped off the bed and went over to him. I knelt before him and took his penis in my hand and briefly hesitating I parted my dry lips and opened my mouth as I accepted his member into my mouth. It was hard in my mouth and I could taste his precum with its salty flavor. He called me a white geisha and I knew what that meant. To him I was now his whore. As his wife and son slept soundly elsewhere in the house he used my mouth for his pleasure. I held onto his waist, then his buttocks to gain balance as I pleasured him with my mouth. He groaned and sighed and at times tugged my hair hard like a rider does a horse to make it do his will. When he did this I sucked harder and greedily and as he moaned louder I knew that this was what he wanted of me.
