text: Rosamund lay back on the bare tatami and parted her legs. She piled some flat zabuton seating pads under her head to raise her face. Matsudaira ignored her, engrossed in his reports. She pulled open her robes, but even the slithering sound of her stiff silk obi sash failed to rouse him. She sent her hands down the length of her belly and stroked her golden bush.
  
  "Goemon," she called softly.
  
  The subliminal signal caused him to raise his eyes unwillingly. He caught sight of a pink slit being opened by long delicate fingers. A bright red tattooed rose glowed on the perfect white skin. Its stem was rooted deeply into the pink cunt hole that was now being opened for his gaze by her questing fingers. One of the tapering long digits insinuated itself into the slit, stroking the long inner lips, then twiddling the extraordinarily long clitoris that arched out to meet the finger. Rosamund smiled at him over the pink-tipped mounds of her breasts.
  
  He tried to return to his reports, but the sight held him mesmerized. Rosamund wet her middle finger slowly, turning it about in her mouth. She examined it for a moment, then, left-hand fingers holding open the rose pot, inserted her finger delicately into the depths. She moved the finger about while her hips began to squirm on the silk futon. A pearly sheen emerged on the inner recesses of the pink cunt. She jerked her hips violently, and when Goemon looked away, moaned loudly to accompany the motions. To Goemon it sounded like the purring of a large cat. Her left fingers parted and Rosamund's exceptionally long clitoris, curved like a claw, emerged and was stroked carefully by her wet fingers.
  
  She turned on her side and raised her thigh. Her hand went around her buttocks and exposed the entire juncture of her thighs to Goemon's gaze. He gritted his teeth and returned to reading his report. Rosamund stroked the entire length of her slash, from the top of the golden bush to her tiny pink anal entrance. Her fingers, first one, then two, then a third, dipped deeply into the waiting hole. Goemon's breathing quickened and his perusal of his papers became more perfunctory.
  
  Rosamund rolled onto her stomach. She reached back with both hands, parting the full, pale half moons and exposing herself fully to his gaze from another angle. "Goemon," she called in a low voice, "come and fuck me. Beat me lover, come on. Here it is."
  
  The sight and the sound acted on Goemon like the smell of a bitch on a male dog. His breathing quickened and he rose from his seat, unconscious of his duty or anything else. Rosamund smiled into her pillow. She was tired of being ignored just because her man had to work, and her power over him proved to be greater than the power of duty.
  
  Not watching where he went, his shin smashed against the low table he was working on. The pain, and particularly the sight of the documents falling to the mat brought him back to his responsibilities.
  
  "I am busy," he said angrily. "There was a robbery of a sake merchant," he tried to explain. "Three men forced their way in and stole his cashbox. They were armed. Now we have to look for them as well. I have two murders, one of which has no motive and the other too many and no murder weapon. What is the world coming to? ..." He turned back to his desk and its reports.
  
  "You're always too busy for me," she hissed, her face contorted in anger. "You cockless bastard, I should take on one of the serving lads." She picked up a hard ricebran filled pillow and threw it at his face. He leaped to his feet, the pillow passing unharmed by his face. Taking one angry step towards her, he collided again with the corner of the desk, sending the papers flying. The pain spread a red sheet before his eyes.
  
  "Stop that you ... you ..." Losing control, his hand lashed out and he struck her face. She yelled and clawed out at him. At first Goemon fell back, so unexpected was her attack. Then enraged by her curses and flashing hands he struck at her once, then again. She fought back and he hit her violently, his hands connecting again and again with her shoulders then with her large soft breasts. He rolled onto her, forcing her body down while he pummelled at the soft flesh that struggled under him. She tried to bite at his restraining arm and the sudden sharp pain of her teeth made him lose his reason completely. He forced her down on her back, his hands punching mercilessly into her soft parts again and again. She started to cry in pain and he ground his body violently against her, discovering as he did so that his cock was in violent erection. He threw off his loincloth and parted her legs urgently. She fought him, drawing blood from rips in his skin. His cock found her opening and he forced himself inside her. She responded with a triumphant cry, pushing her hips up against him. He rode her while slapping intermittently at her full breasts. They turned a flushed pink and the nipples came erect as if thirsting for more or clawing at his skin.
  
  Rosamund started climaxing long before Goemon. Her heels locked against the small of his back and she scratched violently at his chest. Her lips fastened there as well and drew bloody marks as she alternatively kissed and bit him. The sharp pain of her resistance drove Goemon to a raging frenzy. His cock hammered into her and he tried to fend off her attacks and force himself on her. He knew that at that point nothing would stop him except his death or orgasm. He changed his tactics, pulling violently at her ass, he pulled the buns apart, causing her to shriek loudly as he buried two fingers in the resisting warm ring of her ass. At the same time he lowered his head to hers. Partly to defend himself, partly because he was impelled to do so, he forced her mouth open, then drove his tongue forward, raping her mouth. She fought the lingual member with her own, while at the same time sucking it in greedily. Bucking against him she felt her insides explode time after time. Gobs of her own juices inundated their joined pubic mounds and ran down between her buttocks to wet the torn entrance to her anus.
  
  Goemon exploded violently too. His cock was searching out her inner recesses and he felt the spurts of semen whipping into her like gunshots. Feeling him climaxing Rosamund clenched her powerful well-trained cunt muscles. The sudden constriction hurt Goemon's cock as he was coming, and he forced another fraction of his fleshy man-root into her, mouthing her tongue and tearing at her ass as he did so.
  
  The two figures lay as if dead. Finally the darker one rolled off and collapsed on the mat, staring dully into space. She laid her golden head on his muscled chest and softly kissed the marks of her teeth and nails. Some were slowly oozing blood. She smiled happily. He looked fondly at the golden mass of hair on his chest, stroking it lightly. There was work to be done, but not just now.