Yumi Ch. 01

The black sky had finally dispersed, and the hated round eyes had come ashore, in their thousands.

The Empire of Nippon had fallen.

The emperor had taken his last satsuma tea bowl from his lips and had been deposed.

Tokyo was now an occupied city, and Japan, an occupied country.

American, Australian and British troops patrolled the streets, and Yumi Masamune, an 18-year-old orphan who had nowhere to go except to a most renowned willow house, waited for her patron.

Her family, she had explained to the Madam of the Willow House, had been visiting a sick relative in Hiroshima and had been disintegrated by the first atomic weapon. After the second atomic explosion, Imperial Japan crumbled, and she fled to Tokyo.

Now, she waited in a side chamber, separated by a paper screen from the Willow Madam.

Yumi knelt in her traditional kimono, of pale blue and cream. She waited for her important 'visitor'. The Madam, Hiruki, had trained Yumi for the 'foreign devils or Gajin, and only them. Hiruki was an ardent imperialist, reserving her favourite girls for upstanding sons of Nippon, who dreamed of the return of Hirohito and Japan's restoration and to that end, she had positioned her house to join the Maku family of Yakuza.

Yumi had one distinct skill that made her perfect for servicing the occupying forces: her perfect spoken English, and she could also read and write in their language; having been born in California, and told Madam that her family had returned in 1939, to serve the emperor.

As Yumi knelt, her hair pinned up and held with a mother-of-pearl comb, and her face whitened to resemble a geisha, patiently awaiting the panel to be pulled aside to admit her visitor. This was done to fulfil the gajin expectation of a Japanese whore, not ta trye geisha that a Japanese native would understand.

After ten or so minutes, the paper screen was slid open and a shoeless US army colonel, in dress A uniform, stepped into the chamber. Yumi stood up, bowed and then knelt once again.

Colonel Jack McKinely returned the bow and knelt in front of the beautiful young woman. The Madam bowed and slid the panel screen shut.

McKinely looked up, about to speak, but Yumi glanced coldly at him and curtly shook her head. She paused, stood and walked to the end of the room, beckoning the soldier. As she walked, she then began to undress, leaving a trail of silk garments for him to follow. McKinley took her meaning, unbuttoned his dress uniform jacket and followed her.

Now, naked Yumi knelt on a flat thin mattress that served as a bed, and waited for McKinely.

Jack McKinely marvelled at her stunning alabaster skin, her jet black hair, still pinned up neatly. Her slender body was adorned with perfectly shaped breasts, no more than 32 B in size but ideal for her frame. As soon as he was naked, his prick twitched and stiffened. He couldn't help it; all his OSS training had not prepared him for this.

Putting her finger to her lips, Yumi beckoned McKinely to come closer.

In the minutes that had passed, neither had spoken, but now McKinely brushed Yumi's lips with his own. Yumi pulled him to her and slipped her hand to his erect prick. She breathed softly,

"The Madam is watching. You'll have to give her the full show." With that, Yumi kissed him fully, her tongue playful. After she released him, McKinley gasped,

"I wasn't expecting to have sex with my contact," he confessed quietly,

Yumi smiled, " You'd better make the most of it; don't forget to make it a good show for our audience!" Yumi whispered tenderly and pushed him into his back, and then slowly kissed his skin all the way done to his ardent erection. Without hesitation, she took his thick member in her mouth and began to suckle him, bobbing her head up and down.

McKinely could do nothing but groan.

Yumi used her expertise on his sensitive glans, swirling her clever tongue over his stiffening tissues.

She stroked his exposed parts, as he had been circumcised, as many US personnel had been cut as a matter of clinical routine, irrespective of their religion.

As Yumi paused to reposition herself, she heard the tell-tale snap of the sliding spy hole in the far wall; the Madam had seen enough.

Yumi took the initiative,

"You must put yourself inside me, it'll give use enough time, to talk," Yumi laid back, pulled open her kimono skirts, exposing her tight pussy, with a seductive tuft of dark black hair shaved into a strip upon her pudenda.

McKinely was in a sea of testosterone arousal; he obeyed her. She spread her legs, pulled open her kimono wraparound and revealed her quivering breasts, crowned with pink coral painted erect nipples and then invited his prick inside her, by pulling open her beaded, wet labia.

McKinely pulled off any remaining clothes, knelt between her legs and rubbed his painfully stuff prick up and down her wet slit, paying particular attention to her erect clitoris.

Yumi now shook and made cat-like mewing noises, as many Japanese women did when having sex, in McKinely's limited experience,

"Oh God, you're so tight," he mumbled, as he pushed himself into her and slid himself slightly further in.

Yumi, realising that the army Colonel was thankfully a tender lover, had to pull him into her to get him close enough to whisper. McKinely was somewhat thicker and longer than the usual Japanese man, but the Madam had instructed how to fuck, so she could be sure that Yumi could do the job properly and employed for.

As she pulled his head down to her face, she kissed him, and

still made the tiny cries, partly to give any spy-hole observers a good show and to cover her whispers,

"Colonel, OSS were right. The Madam Hiruki has sold this Willow House to the Maku Yakuza clan, known as the Tea Clan," she gasped as McKinely's rhythm increased.

Taken aback by her sudden change of attention, McKinley shifted, attempting to face her: he slackened off his thrusts,

"What?" He mumbled,

"No, keep fucking me. There's always a chance that someone will be spying on us," she panted, her internal muscles clamping down on him,

"What does the Yakuza want with a brothel? Apart from the obvious," McKinley glories in their synchronicity. As he thrust into Yumi, she squealed and soon the little chamber filled with her cat-like mewing. Grasping at her breasts, McKinley lost himself in her beauty, sucking at each nipple, licking and dragging his teeth over each stiffened nub. Suddenly, his mind unfogged,

"What? What are they planning to do?" He panted, trying to focus on what she was saying, whilst trying and failing to control the onslaught of physical sensations that wracked his body,

"They want to compromise a US official or soldier. Like you!" She gasped," Turn me over and take me from behind; I'm going to cum!"

With her toned ass cheeks quivering, McKinely pounded her pussy, until Yumi shook violently, cried out and released a warm torrent of fluid from her pussy, as McKinely pulled out of her,

"Jesus!" McKinely gasped,

"Keep fucking me!" Yumi breathed. McKinley and ploughed into her again. He was no callow youth, he knew how to make love and even on occasion, roughly fuck a woman. He was unmarried, with no one special in his life. It was for that reason that OSS approached him in 1945, before his deployment to Supply and Logistics in Tokyo. He was no stranger to trouble, though; his Colonelcy was still new, a reward for OSS work in the Philippines and Okinawa. He spoke fluent Japanese, was a trained soldier since 1941, and a specialist in martial arts, all manner of small arms and, unusually, a skilled seaman having been initially enrolled on a torpedo boat in 1941 in the Pacific.

Now, he was pounding this beautiful Japanese/American spy, who had been placed in this Willow House, to spy on the Yakuza clan that had stepped into the vacuum of power and had come to the attention of the occupying army.

"What have you learned?" McKinely's body was wracked with a sudden tension,

"The Maku wanted to acquire someone's cooperation in the occupation forces; that's going to be you," she stammered, and tensed, " Oh, I'm going to climax again." Within a moment, she shook and treated McKinely to another clenching upon his prick, and when he pulled out of her, another stream of Yumi's ejaculate sprayed his flat belly,

"Me?" McKinley's mind finally caught up.

Yumi was the honey trap; he would be taken with her enough to attempt to buy her from the Willow House, the price would be too high, so he would then be told to supply intelligence to the Maku, in return for Yumi.

"And I'm going to be that man?" He breathed, his climax

rising again quickly after he slid his stiff rod into her again,

"Yes. Roll onto your back, and let me ride you," she whispered.

With her back to the door, no one looking through the spy hole, could see anything except her shapely, muscular back and her knees, spread open so she could slide up and down on his member. McKinely obeyed and was rewarded by her medium breasts, glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration from their physical efforts. She was a beautiful woman, slender but blessed with the perfect body, and highly experienced enough in sexual matters to bring him to his climax so rapidly.

As she rode him, Yumi leaned over, whispering,

"You will visit me every week for three weeks. You will insist on me only. The Willow Madam, Hikuri, will pass that information onto the Maku. Then you will approach Hiruki with $1000. You can see your OSS contact for the money," Yumi paused as her gyrating had brought on another wet stream of her fluids, "Oh God, I'm cumming again!"

McKinely panted, his breath rapidly gasping as his climax gripped him,

"Me too!" He shuddered,

"Don't come in me!" She warned him, and rolled off his prick and gathered her pert stiff nipples breasts, " Cum on my breasts!"

McKinely struggled to his knees, pumped at his long prick and let out a huge stream of hot pearl coloured semen that splashed onto her perfect skin. His groan was long and deep, his throat fae and tight,

"Oh. Oh God!" He stammered.

After a moment of composure, McKinley recovered his senses and dressed. Yumi took the time to diligently take a wooden pail and wash away the congealed semen from her body and dress. McKinely looked back at Yumi, whose composure was now complete.

He looked at her, once again, and she looked the perfect geisha. McKinley took the ride to his apartment, knowing that he would have to report his first contact with his inside woman.

End of Chapter One.