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This story contains elements of consensual sex between a teenager and lots
of different people. It should not be read by minors, yada, yada, and
yada...

It may not be the best story in the world and to Japanese people and
Japanophiles I apologize for inaccuracies regarding language and culture
and hope you'll correct me.

This is a fantasy of mine. True, I'm a 32 year old Caucasian male but
inside I'm Masai. I fantasize about this life all the time and finally
decided to write it down. Constructive criticisms on style are welcome, I
apologize if I've offended anyone. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I
enjoyed writing (and thinking) it.

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The house fascinated Masai. Its electric gate provided security so that the
sliding doors did not need to be locked. She removed her shoes and followed
the driver from the orphanage inside. The house was fairly large, one and a
half stories with a large back yard, and very traditional. It was made from
wood and the interior doors and walls were wood frame and rice paper. The
furniture was sparse. 

Akihiro Kuromori greeted her in the living room. He was wearing a jade
green Kimono with a crab pattern that she would later learn had once been
the Kuromori crest. He nodded to her and she returned with a low bow. He
seemed pleased.

The driver put down her one bag and left. Akihiro invited her to bathe
before dinner. The upper floor consisted of two sets of room, one for him
and one for her. Masai noticed that her main room didn't have a bed.
Granted all of her rooms were sparsely furnished, probably so she could
choose her own style, but something told her she wouldn't need a bed of her
own. The age of consent in Tokyo was 13 and Akihiro was probably hoping she
would consent. Or perhaps he was going to demand it. He was handsome and he
had rescued her from the orphanage (where she would have certainly ended up
as someone's whore) so she wouldn't object either way.

Once in her own bathroom he ran hot water for her while she undressed. She
didn't hesitate to undress before him and he seemed pleased. As she got
into the hot water and eased down he sat and they talked for a bit while
she bathed. Masai learned that he was upper middle management of one of the
Zaibatsu's and that he lived here alone. Akihiro learned that it was her
13th birthday today, that she had never known a life outside the orphanage
and that she was extremely sharp. She wanted, she said, to learn more about
computers and "web stuff".

When she was done he went to get her a towel and helped her dry off. In her
bedroom, spread out on her futon, were a kimono and its accessories. Masai
had never worn a kimono before but she was eager to learn. The kimono was
similar in color and pattern to Akihiro's.

The style of kimono was yukata, a lighter weight kimono of simple design
for the summer and for around the house. First she took the susoyoke, a
short wrap skirt, and wrapped it around her waist. Then she put on the
short jacket, hadagi. These were in place of bra and panty. Next, a robe,
the nagajuban, went on. This acted like a kind of slip. It was held closed
with a belt called a datejime, which Akihiro had to show her how to tie.
Next came the kimono itself. It was closed left over right and, to create a
tapering silhouette, the lower part of the kimono was wrapped further
around the body than the top. Then the koshihimo string was wrapped around
the waist and tied like the datejime. The length of the gown was adjusted
by holding the fabric from above the string and pulling it up and under the
string until the bottom of the kimono hung1 cm. from the floor at the heel.
Then the pulled-up fabric was folded down and over the string, pressing it
firmly to form a straight horizontal crease around the hips. A second
datejime was wrapped around the kimono the same as with the nagajuban.
Finally, on her feet she wore white socks and house slippers.

The final step, attaching the obi, is the most complex. Masai was afraid
because she knew she would never remember all of this but Akihiro assured
her that he would help her. When they were done, Masai admired herself in
the full-length mirror. Her long black hair covered her shoulders and
seemed wild in contrast to the ordered elegance of the kimono.

They sat on the floor around a black lacquered table and had a dinner of
sashimi, hand rolls and a few skewers of beef and chicken yakitori. Masai,
without being asked, served her new foster father, making sure his plate
was full and pouring plum wine for him. They spoke some more, Masai asked
questions about the neighborhood and what school she would go to in the
fall.

It took awhile for Masai to get used to the long sleeves; Akihiro assured
her she was doing fine. After dinner they went and sat in the back yard.
The sun was finally going down and the summer evening began to get dark.
They watched the sunset together in silence before going into the living
room.

Akihiro sat on the couch and Masai moved to sit next to him. He guided her
to his lap. Her rear end was on the couch just left of his lap with her
body facing to his right and her legs over his lap. His left arm was around
her shoulders supporting her and his right hand rested on her legs. Masai
rested against his chest.

Akihiro had put on a CD of new age music with drums and keyboards that
Masai like a lot. As they sat there and listened, Akihiro's hand found its
way through the kimono and nagajuban and he began caressing her bare leg.
Gradually his stroke became longer until the robe was parted from the waist
down and he was stroking her leg and inner thigh. She made no move to stop
him.

He guided her head up and kissed her on the lips. First he merely brushed
her lips with his. Then a firmer kiss and finally a lingering kiss with his
tongue parting her lips and finding hers. Again she didn't resist. Indeed,
she leaned back and sighed, enjoying this closeness with him. As they
continued to kiss he began to work his hand inside her kimono above the obi
and to her breasts. When he had managed to push aside enough of the
material he gently began squeezing her nipples. "You have awfully large
breasts for such a young girl. I know adults with smaller chests."

"Yes, that's how I got my nickname, dekepai."

"They called you that at the orphanage?"

"Yes, that and darashinai."

"Why would they call you a slut?"

Masai just shrugged but Akihiro already knew the answer. In her file at the
orphanage it mentioned that she had been caught, at age ten, giving an
older boy a blowjob. The file indicated that it hadn't been her first, or
her last.

"We need to talk about expectations, Masai. They warned me at the orphanage
that you seemed to have a budding sex addiction. In a sense it's the reason
I chose you. I want a daughter but I also want a mistress. Overall here is
what I expect: you'll go to school and do as well as possible, taking extra
tutelage if necessary. You'll be home with me in the evenings, I'm usually
home from work by eight or nine. You don't have to spend every Saturday and
Sunday with me but I do want to spend time with you. I want us to do things
together. I expect you to develop intellectually, spiritually and
artistically. As long as you meet these criteria I wont ask you about your
life. If you want to fuck and suck every male in Tokyo that will be your
business so long as it doesn't affect our life together. I'm concerned
about disease, pregnancy and your safety but I'll trust your judgement and
I won't pry.

"But I don't want to force you into anything. So first and foremost, do you
accept me as your lover? If you say no I wont send you away or penalize
you."

Masai looked down at her body, stretched across his lap, her legs and
breasts bare. She looked up at Akihiro, smiled and kissed him on the lips.
"I would be honored to be your mistress. Your conditions are not only
acceptable, they make me very happy."

He carried her up to his rooms. She found herself feeling of his strength
and stamina. He laid her down on his bed, a king-sized futon with green
silk sheets, and began to remove his kimono. She laid back and watched him,
her legs and one pert breast visible to him as he undressed; giving him
incentive. When he was naked he stood there a moment watching her and
stroking his semi erect penis. She was pleased with what she saw. He was
muscular and lean and had the largest penis she had ever seen. It was as
long as a bic pen and as thick as a DD batterry. 

Akihiro laid down next to her and Masai took his penis in her hand. She
continued stroking him and touched the tip with her tongue. She gently took
the head into her mouth and gradually began working her way down the shaft.
She began bobbing her head up and down on his prick, going a little bit
deeper each time. In moments she felt him began to swell and was surprised
as he shot a load of hot cum in her mouth. She was sure to swallow every
drop.

She was a bit disappointed but Akihiro, as if he read her mind, assured her
they weren't done. He undressed her and showed her how to correctly put
away her kimono. Then he returned to her and began to kiss her body. She
quivered as he kissed her belly and between her legs. She parted her legs
and sighed as his tongue licked her slit and prodded gently. Then he began
to slowly lap at her pussy, pushing his tongue inside of her. She began to
moan and writhe with each stroke of his tongue. Finally she couldn't stand
it any more. Her body went rigid and she shook, gasping. It was her first
orgasm.

He lay next to her and, after resting a bit, she slid down and began to
suck on him again. She relaxed, taking her time and just enjoying the taste
and smell of his penis. She had lost herself, devouring his prick and
working it further and further down her throat, when she suddenly realized
that he was hard as a rock.

As if on cue he sat up and placed Masai on her hands and knees. She placed
her head on her pillow, her shoulders down, her ass in the air. "Am I your
first?" Akihiro asked her.

She nodded yes.

"Please always be honest, Masai, you will never, ever get into trouble for
telling me the truth."

Masai was relieved to hear that. She reassured him, "I've used my hands and
mouth but never below the waist. Honest."

He smiled and began to rub a finger between her legs. She was still slick
with his saliva and her own lubrication. Gently he worked first one and
then a second finger inside of her. He was surprised and pleased to feel
the remnants of her hymen. He couldn't wait any more. He placed the head of
his penis at the opening and, grabbing her hips firmly with both hands,
pushed his way into her.

Masai buried her face in her pillow and screamed. She screamed and sobbed
as he plunged into her. Once, twice, three times, four, five. It seemed
like he was thrusting with all his might. She was afraid and felt like she
was being torn open. Sure enough, as he thrust again, she felt something
tear inside of her. As he continued to fuck her he slid in and out much
easier. She didn't know it but it was because the barrier was gone and her
blood added to the lubrication.

Having already cum once it was awhile before he would come again. He set up
a steady rhythm and continued to fuck her. Masai was light headed and her
pussy burned. She cried quietly into the pillow, her sobs lessening as time
went on. The rhythm was soothing and, unbelievably, she actually began to
drift into a type of reverie. That feeling actually started to come back to
her and, as she again felt him begin to swell, her body shivered with
another orgasm. Akihiro followed, shooting his load across her back.

She collapsed forward and began to drift asleep as he left to clean up. She
barely felt him clean her with a soft, hot, wet washcloth, though the heat
felt good to her subconscious. 

Masai was startled by the alarm clock. She awoke on her side, Akihiro was
behind her, holding her, their bodies close together. The alarm was on her
side of the bed so she turned it off. Akihiro rolled onto his back. Masai
rolled over to face him.

His eyes were closed and he sighed a deep sigh. "He cant wake himself up"
she thought, "I can fix that".

Masai slid down under the sheets and took his morning erection into her
mouth. He groaned as she began to suck him. He pulled back the sheet to
watch her head bob up and down on his cock. He watched this girl, the most
beautiful girl she he had ever seen, giving him head. Her young body was
lean and muscular. She appeared very athletic (which is why the partial
hymen had surprised him). There was a hint of a six pack at her stomach.
Her breasts were firm and stood up right. Her nipples large and round. Her
skin was completely unblemished with an even tan that was dark for a
Japanese girl. Her long black hair cascaded around her bare shoulders.
Akihiro was amazed that this girl was his and that she was so good at what
she did. Despite all of the activity last night he still delivered a
healthy amount of jism into her mouth. It pleased him to watch her swallow
every drop.

While Akihiro showered and dressed Masai padded naked to the kitchen and
prepared breakfast. He looked good in his gray suit with the monogrammed
red tie signifying his management position. He knelt at the table and
seemed amused by her nudity. She blushed and said,

"I didn't want to take the time to put on the kimono again and I didn't
have any other robe or pajamas. In fact, all I have is my orphanage
uniform."

"Don't worry, I like you this way. And since it's just the two of us there
is nothing immodest about it. But as for clothing," he handed her a bank
card, "take this and buy yourself clothing and stuff. There is 115,000 yen
on that card. That should be enough to buy you a decent wardrobe. Pick out
furniture, desk and stuff, that you want for your rooms and we'll get it
this weekend. There is a bike outside and here is a rail pass. Its just a
straight ride down that block to the rail station, just lock the bike up on
the rack."

"I can continue to sleep with you cant I?"

"Of course. You can use your rooms for study and meditation."

Breakfast consisted of miso soup, tamago (egg sushi) and unagi hand-rolls,
which were Masai's favorite. When he was done he stood, kissed Masai on the
top of her head and, caressing a breast almost in passing, took his leave.

As soon as she heard his Lexus pull out of the driveway and drive off she
ran to her room and threw on her uniform. It looked pretty much like a
standard school uniform and the average observer would have no way of
knowing that it was from an orphanage. She wore the plaid skirt, white
blouse, short, loose, white socks and white sneakers. She left off the
panties and bra.

>From her bag she pulled a pamphlet, pink chirashi, and called a number on
the front. It was for a "telephone club", a place where men sat in small
rooms with a phone and waited for girls like her to call in. The operator
asked her a few questions and then put her through to a man.

The first two men only wanted to talk or maybe to sit together in a park.
Finally on her third call, after an hour and a half, she was put through to
a man who said he wanted to meet with her in the evening. He asked her if
she had ever had kaasekkosu, sex in a car. She said, "No, is that what you
want?" He wouldn't answer directly, just saying that he wanted to meet her
that evening. Masai told him they could meet in Tokyo at as late as 7:00 if
he was willing to drive her to the train station at Shintomicho. He agreed
but said to make it 6:00.

Masai left the house and rode to the Tatsumi train station. She showed her
pass and boarded the train. For the first few stops the train was
relatively uncrowded. Gradually more and more people boarded and pressed
against her. She felt a hand brush her leg but ignored it. Then the hand
was back, brushing the inside of her thigh and lingering a bit. She still
did nothing. The hand ran up her thigh under her skirt. When the hand found
no panties he became bold and began to prod her slit. She was swollen and
sore but he gradually coaxed some lubrication from her and was able to work
a finger, then two, inside of her. She enjoyed the finga-faaku almost
missing her stop.

She got off in the heart of the Ginza district, home of some of the best
shops and malls. She spent hours wandering around, shopping, eating,
looking at all the sights and enjoying her freedom. She chose three classes
of clothing: house clothes, for lounging around when she didn't want to
wear the kimono, casual clothes, like jeans and blouses and jumpers, and
sexy clothes specifically to drive men, Akihiro for one, wild with lust.

By 4:00 Masai had enough clothing and accessories to get her started and
had even managed to get a text pager and cell phone. Unfortunately she was
about out of money. She stopped by the arcade to kill time and was
finishing a video game when a salaryman in a gray suit approached her. He
asked her if she would like to join him in a karaoke booth. She knew what
he meant. Once inside he offered her 12,000 yen, a bit more than 100
dollars US. She knew from her friends in the orphanage that was the going
rate for petting but she wanted more. She took the money and told him that
for more he could have kounaiseikou, a blowjob, and told him that she would
swallow. He looked at her up and down and silently began to unbutton her
blouse. She assumed his answer was no and just kind of sat back as he
undressed her. He took off her blouse, bra and skirt so that  she was
naked. He was sucking her large breasts and fondling her crotch; he seemed
to be working himself into a frenzy. Finally he pulled back and opened his
pants and asked how much. 

She knew she had him at that point. "Another 12,000."

"No, too much."

"I swallow. It'll be the best you've ever had. Or I get dressed."

He looked at her perfect body and imagined her young mouth wrapped around
his penis. "Ok, darashinai."

She pocketed the money and dropped to her knees. She took him in her mouth
and began to suck, taking him all the way in. It was the first time she had
ever really deep throated anyone. As the tip of his dick brushed the back
of her throat she expected to gag but didn't. He was holding her head in
his hands and calling her filthy names as he fucked her mouth. She just
relaxed and let it happen. When he came he pushed all the way in and shot
his load straight down her throat.

On her way out another man asked if she would enter a booth with him and
since she still had time to kill she agreed. He paid her 10,000 yen to just
sit back and let him eat her out. It was another first and she enjoyed it.
He licked slowly at first but as he was jacking off and nearing orgasm he
began to lap faster and more sloppily until his saliva was running down her
leg. He finally shot his load into a handkerchief and, fixing himself, left
her there.

It was ten to six when she got to their meeting spot and at six on the dot
a large black Mercedes pulled up to the curb. She got in the car and
greeted the man behind the wheel. He was in his forties and wearing a dark
blue suit. He handed her an envelope and began to drive. Inside the
envelope 115,000 yen. 

Near the train station he pulled onto a side street and placed a hand on
her leg. She asked, rather bluntly, "what do you want?"

In answer he sat back and opened his pants. She began to suck his cock. As
she bobbed up and down on his dick she could hear him muttering some girls
name. Probably his daughter, she thought. As she sucked him he slipped a
hand up her skirt and began fingering her. She was still swollen and sore
from the night before but soon her body began to lubricate itself. That
light headed feeling began to return as he slipped first one, then two
fingers up her wareme. 

He stopped her and said he wanted to fuck. She straddled him as he sat in
the drivers seat, pushed all the way back. Slowly she eased herself down on
his prick. She winced a bit as the head broke past her slit and then the
rest went in easier. He opened her blouse and began to squeeze her nipples
as she bounced up and down on his dick. She was glad his dick was large
enough to go in all the way, even from this position.

Finally he grabbed her hips and held her don on his cock as he shot his
load. She wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, she had already been told
that, because of a birth defect, when she was ready to have children she
would have to be impregnated by in-vitro-fertilization. 

She sat there on his lap, with his dick inside, for quite awhile. He seemed
quite content to hold her like that and she didn't mind.

Finally she pulled himself off and she rearranged her clothing before
getting out and heading for the train station. Before she left she gave him
her new pager number and told him to call her direct next time. He assured
her he would.

Masai boarded the train. Shintomicho was only a few stops from Tatsumi but
it was rush hour and the train was packed. So packed that two men, one in
front and one behind her, were groping her at the same time and never knew
it. The one with his hand between her legs apparently didn't mind the fluid
dripping from her snatch and in fact just used it as lubrication to
penetrate her. With his fingers.

As soon as Masai got in the door she ran up to her bathroom, stripped and
was about to jump into the shower when the bell at the front gate ran. She
ran to a front window and looked out. It was the deliveryman with all the
stuff she had bought today; she hadn't expected him until later tonight.

She wrapped a towel around herself and ran downstairs. She buzzed him in
the gate and slid open the door for him. "Just leave these things in the
foyer."

He did as he was told and then looked her up and down as he waited for a
tip. Masai looked down at herself and said, "Um, I don't have any change on
me."

He looked disappointed and hesitant to leave since it meant he wouldn't be
able to look anymore. Then he said, "So instead of a tip can I see your
body?" Masai shrugged. What the hell, she thought, she hadn't showered yet
anyway.

She dropped the towel and slid the door closed. Then she lay down on the
floor on her back. He knelt next to her and began rubbing her all over her
body. Before she knew it he had his prick out and was mounting her. She
would have objected but he came so fast it was hardly worth it.

As soon as he left she ran back upstairs and ran the tub and while it was
filling she brought her bags to her room and got out her kimono. After
soaking in the tub she put on the kimono and went downstairs to begin
supper for Akihiro.

When it was about ready she ran up and laid out his kimono. As she heard
the gate open and car pull in she began running a bath for him.

Akihiro was tremendously pleased at the preparations. He accepted the
offered beer and followed Masai up to their room. She helped him undress
and then held his beer as he got into the tub. This time it was her turn to
sit with him as he washed and soaked. He was delighted even more when she
brought out the days paper and began reading to him. Excellent, he thought,
not only do we spend time together and communicate but she can learn about
current events. What a magnificent young woman.

Masai had begun referring to Akihiro as Chichi, a word of humble usage,
meaning father. He was amazed that a girl, so young and driven by such
internal demons, could be so "traditional" in so many ways. To say that he
wanted her to be cured of her sexual addictions would be a bit hypocritical
since he planned on taking advantage of her predilections. But he prayed
that the Kami would keep her healthy and safe.

After dinner they went outside and relaxed in a net hammock together,
Akihiro stretched out and Masai lying next to him hugging his chest. They
continued to talk well into the night. Masai told him of the things she
bought and promised to model for him at some point. He didn't ask about her
other activities and she didn't offer. 

Finally he said, "Lets go to bed."

"Ok, I bought something for you."

"You did?"

"Of course. I thought about you all day and I couldn't shop for myself and
not get you something."

Masai went to her room and came back holding a small box. She handed it to
Akihiro saying, "I hope you don't already have one, I'll feel silly if you
do."

Akihiro opened it and gasped. It was a wax seal with his crest on it.
"Masai, how did you get this? This is my crest; it's not something you can
buy in a store."

There is a shop in the Ginza. You show him the crest in the morning and by
the time he closes its done."

"But that must have cost a fortune!"

"No, not really."

Akihiro looked at her and asked, "Masai, do you need more money?"

"No." she whispered, looking away.

Akihiro undressed them both and laid her back on the futon. As he prepared
her by licking her pussy he was gentle and slow. When he entered her he
went slow, steady but firm. Physically it produced an interesting mix of
pleasure tinged with pain. Psychologically it made her feel loved and
protected at the same time. "Love without strength is weakness, Strength
without love is tyranny." It was a Zen saying that Akihiro had taught her.

Akihiro taught her several positions, taking her from behind, sitting,
missionary, and laying down with her on top. When he was ready to come he
laid her on her back and put her legs on his shoulders. Masai had several
orgasms and was exhausted when Akihiro finally came inside of her.

And that, from start to finish, was an average day for them. Masai would
balance housework with "playtime" in Tokyo and was determined to explore
another facet of its sexual underbelly each day. But always she would be
home in time to attend to the needs (and desires) of her chichi. Or her
koishii, depending on how you looked at it. She finally fell asleep with
her head on his chest and his arm around her. Safe, warm and happy.

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