text: In the city's northern quarter Haruko reached out a slim hand. "Come here," she said. "You're late. Where have you been, eh? Running around with your prissy friends writing new-fangled poetry?"
  
  Uemura bent and bit her palm, then slid a hand over her naked body. "Do you really think I should be here? Much more enjoyable, of course, but won't people be a little bit suspicious?"
  
  She laughed. "Why should you not be here? We have explained your presence. You are a bona fide student of my husband's. What could be more proper than that you console the widow?"
  
  He grinned. "This way?"
  
  She pushed his head between her spread legs. "Of course."
  
  "I want more money," he said, his voice muffled by her hairy mound.
  
  "Sometimes I think you like me only because I help support you."
  
  "No. I now have ... sources of my own. What I get from you is only a token of your appreciation."
  
  She drove four nails into his ass. Beads of blood appeared.
  
  "Would you like to have my new maid?" Haruko asked.
  
  "One of the most delightful things about you is that you are entirely unjealous." He grinned. "Of course I'd like to have her again. That soft hair of hers ..."
  
  "Don't get too fond of her!" Haruko warned.
  
  "Or else?"
  
  "Yes, or else, you could end up like ..."
  
  He rolled onto her and shut her mouth savagely with his own. She resisted fiercely. "I am not one of your maidservants. You may not take me like that! You do as I say."
  
  He retreated from her fury, but not so far as to relinquish control of her conical breast. "You owe me!" he said, bringing his face to hers.
  
  "How is that?" she asked, still angered, but puzzled.
  
  "Ha! As if you don't know. If I hadn't come by ..."
  
  "What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly alarmed. "What did you see?"
  
  He grinned evilly. "I saw enough. And acted too. And if I act any more ... well, the eta untouchables have a hard hand with women prisoners. And I have a hard hand for you." He squeezed her breast suddenly, and though she winced, she did not pull away. He pushed her onto her back and straddled her chest. He pulled her breasts together and rubbed his erect cock between them, then shoved his meat forward to her lips.
  
  "Suck me!" he commanded. As if still surprised at his sudden tone of command, she obeyed. Unlike other times he did not deign to reciprocate. Then her domination had been absolute, now she was doubtful, and with lack of certainty came a greater balance between them. As she sucked and nibbled expertly at his erect cock she wondered what he knew.
  
  The cock quivered in her grasp. She wanted to withdraw. Haruko did not like having a man's come spurting into her mouth. She tolerated it when her husband had demanded it, but had managed to turn his interest elsewhere. So far she had never sucked Uemura to a climax. This time he seemed determined to force her to it. He held her elaborately coiffured head down to his crotch. His excitement became obvious. The tip produced a fluid that presaged what was to come. She tried to withdraw but Uemura held her down forcefully, and without creating a scene, there was no retreat. His cock jerked again, and she waited passively for it to erupt.
  
  "Suck it, suck it you bitch, you darling, you woman, suck it!" he half-commanded, half-begged. She hollowed her lips reluctantly and a spurt of sperm filled her mouth, quick on its footsteps came another while he ground his hips against her face. She tried not to swallow, tried to spit the juices out but they flooded her mouth. Some dribbling back along the shaft, some penetrating her throat. At last it was over and Uemura relaxed. His prick lost its tenseness, becoming semi-soft though still engorged.
  
  Haruko pulled away from her lover and spat the residue into a convenient sheet of tissue paper. She glared at him and he laughed.
  
  "You were much less reluctant to have me come in your maid's mouth, weren't you?" he mocked her.
  
  Her thin lips firmed and a glint came into her eye.