Suzy wandering into the room as her father looked down at the ground in dejection. Quietly, she went to the corner and waited as he finished the business with the man from the Geisha house, the bad Geisha house where the corporate leaders took their American and British customers. There the Europeans would make complete asses of themselves and give the Japanese rest one more edge in whatever negations they were holding.
Suzy knew the man only to be her father's biggest customer, the man responsible for buying the supplies that the Geisha house needed, including her father's famous sake. She could see from his hard expression as he stared at her father that he was not happy.
"Your sake does not work."
Her father reeled as if struck by the man. The father looked up from his shoes with pleading eyes, "I do not understand, my family has been brewing this sake for generations. It has never failed in all of that time, since the time of the shoguns."
"It has failed," said the man unkindly. He wore a plain black suit that contrasted with the traditional kamono of her father. "Two women, an American and a Canadian, are here negotiating a contract. Nothing happened when they were given your sake. Professor Gamera is very displeased."
"Honoured, sir," started her father. He did not finish.
"It has failed; the batch is bad, and has cost the Master much."
The man continued, but Suzy could not follow what was said. The young woman only realized that there seemed to be someone who held power over not only her father, but this strong and powerful man as well. Never, in her seventeen years had she seen her father as shaken as when the man mentioned this Professor Gamera. Even the man seemed frightened as he mentioned the name.
She was too caught up in this worry, to realize what else was happening in the room until the man grabbed her shoulder.
"Her!"
"No," shouted her father in weak fear. "That is my daughter Suzy. Please, not her!"
"You have promised me a test of this special brew of yours. She is here and she will be the test."
"But she is my daughter!" wailed her father.
"If these negations fail, because of your sake, old man, it will not have mattered what I will do to her." He roughly pulled Suzy into the center part of the room. "Give her the sake!"
Her father carefully poured a small cup from the sake pitcher at his desk. With shaking hands, he handed it to his daughter, "Please, forgive me," he said just before she sipped at it.
The liquid was hot and stung her mouth and throat as it traveled inside of her. As she finished the cup and handed it to her father, she began to feel warm and uneasy. And with these feeling came thoughts. Thoughts, her mother had taught her to be wrong, thought about the kind of things that went on in the Geisha house. Before, she had thought of these things only in disgust, but now she felt the need to do them herself.
She looked at the man and blushed. Her took her roughly to his body and
held her looking into her eyes.
"Old man," he called to her father, "what kind of girl is your daughter?"
Her father looked down to the floor. "She is a good girl."
"So, she would never think of doing this on her own," he stated, not asked as he forced Suzy to her knees and unzipped his pants. Suzy put her hands into the gap and, knowing what he wanted, she pulled his still flaccid penis from them. She rubbed it with her hands, but this only increased the craving in her. Unable to resist, she put the growing tool into her mouth and licked at it.
Slowly, as she licked and sucked, she could feel the man grow in her mouth. Somewhere in a quite part of her brain, something of her prior self reminded her that this was wrong and that she should stop, but she responded only by instinct to the demands that the man put to her body. She stopped only when the man pushed her away.
"You have never had a man," he told her.
She looked away from and an agreed " No, sir," in a quiet voice.
"You were waiting."
"Yes."
"Your wait is over."
Quick, he striped her of her school uniform, leaving her in her socks and shoes. He, then, pushed her to her fathers desk and shoved her face
against the top. Her behind poked into the air, exposed. The man went behind her, and with a single thrust broke past her last barrier from womanhood.
She screamed from the pain at first. After that initial shock, though, she could only begin to sob as the man roughly pounded at her now lost maidenhood. Still, as he fucked in and out of her, she began to forget the pain, then the pain was gone, and at last she began to moan from the
feeling that the intrusion was giving her. She looked at her father but
she could not see him; she could only feel the building sensation in her lower body.
The man stopped, again. This time he withdrew his penis from her. She moaned in a pleading tone as she felt the lost and wanted the man to reenter her. Inside, she felt him again her other hole. The dirty one from which she shit. She moaned, again.
"What?" said the man.
"Please." said Suzy.
"Please, what?"
She cried in anguish. "Please stick it in me."
"You know what I want."
"Yes!" Suzy howled out, "stick it in me."
Again, it took a single thrust, but this time Suzy cried out with the pleasure of her first orgasm along with the pain. The pain never went away as he pumped into her shithole, but neither did the pleasure from the man.
Finally, he began to tense a little. Quickly, he pulled from the girl. He spun her around and pushed her to her knees in one motion. Suzy grabbed at the man's penis. She covered with it her mouth. She again began to suck at it, until she could feel the man tense again.
She did not fight him as he withdrew from her once again. As a reward, the first spurt of his seed landed in her mouth. The others, he directed against her nose and face and finally into her long, black hair.
As Suzy licked the liquid off her hands and face, the man turned to her father. Suzy could not notice her father crying and the man did not care.
"This will do, Old Man. See that a bottle is delivered tonight."
The man left the room
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