The Blue Chrysanthemum - Chapter 12
Now that I was 18, and finished with school, I could become a male geisha. Asahi had trained me well and had given me good experience with some of his clients. He had made arrangements with BC management to meet with me about working at BC as geisha.
Asahi prepared me for my meeting. He dressed me in one of his nicest kimonos, the white formal with gold peonies and the gold obi. I wore the white yakata (under kimono) and no underwear. Asahi applied some subtle blue eye shadow and a very small amount of blush. We didn't want to look feminine, but bring out my blue eyes and white skin. I wore tabi which are split-toe socks and geta which are sandals with raised blocks underneath. I was ready.
Asahi escorted me to the management office and left me there. The manager was Mr. Kikuchi (which means chrysanthemum pond), a Japanese man of about 50 years old. He was dressed in a western style brown business suit. He was about 5'10" tall with his black hair in a western style haircut. He was slightly overweight.
"So you want to work at Blue Chrysanthemum as a geisha?" he asked.
I politely bowed and answered, "Yes, Kikuchi san."
"Asahi tells me you have experience as geisha and he highly recommends you," the manager said.
"Asahi has taught me about geisha life and how to provide service to a client," I replied.
"You are American?" he asked.
"Yes, I am American," I replied.
"I have never known an American geisha." he said. "Why do you want to be a geisha? You know a geisha must make personal sacrifice of happy life. You may not have romance. You must live life of service to clients happiness."
"Asahi has explained all of that to me," I replied. "I enjoy geisha life and would like to become geisha at The Blue Chrysanthemum."
"Come this way," Mr. Kikuchi said, and motioned for me to follow him into an adjoining room.
This room was similar to Asahi's room. It had a low table and a futon with the cabinets for storage. A tea set was on the cabinet.
"Show me how you would serve a client," Mr. Kikuchi said, as he stood before me.
I was surprised that this was going to be more than an interview. He wanted me to provide geisha service to him. I wasn't sure how far he expected me to go, but I would show him what I had learned until he told me he had seen enough.
I took charge of the situation as a geisha must do. I bowed politely to Mr. Kikuchi and motioned for him to take a seat on his floor cushion beside the low table. When he was seated, I went to get the tea service and brought it to the table. I knelt in front of him as I began to prepare tea.
"How is your day?" I asked, making polite conversation as I made tea as Asahi had taught me.
"I am having a troublesome day," Mr. Kikuchi replied.
"I am so sorry to hear that," I replied. "What my I do to help you have a better day?"
Mr. Kikuchi smiled. He apparently like my answer.
"I think I would enjoy a back massage when I finish my tea," he replied.
"I would be happy to provide you a back massage," I responded as I poured his tea.
We continued with polite conversation as Mr. Kikuchi drank his tea. A few times he tried to test me by asking personal questions, but I knew to change the subject to something else.
When he had finished his tea, I invited him to stand and walked him the short distance to the futon. There I began to undress him. I felt a little awkward since this was a job interview with my potential boss, but I knew to treat him as a client. That was what he needed to see in me.
I removed Mr. Kikuchi's brown suit coat and placed it on the clothes rack. I slipped his western tied out of its knot at his throat and slid it from the shirt collar and draped it over his suit coat. Next I unbuttoned his white dress shirt and pulled it up from the waist of his pants and placed it over his suit coat and tie. He was wearing an A-shirt underneath. I unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. I looked up into his eyes as I knelt and slid his pants down his legs and he stepped out of them.
Mr Kikuchi stood before me in his A-shirt and fundoshi underwear. Fundoshi is traditional Japanese underwear, although not many men or women still wear it. It has been replaced by western elasticized briefs or boxers. Fundoshi is a length of cotton fabric wrapped around the hips and twisted at the back to fit down through the butt crack, untwisted to support the balls and cock , and then up under the waist band to form a loin cloth. I find it erotic since the man's butt cheeks are exposed.
I stood and removed Mr. Kikuchi's A-shirt over his upraised arms and head. Then I knelt before him and began to untie his fundoshi. I could see the outline of his hard cock inside his fundoshi. I brushed his cock with the back of my hand as I pulled the fabric down out of the waistband. Once it was free of the waistband, his hard, uncut, brown, seven inch long and thick cock fell free.
I'm sure Mr. Kikuchi saw my look of pleasant surprise as his cock fell free in front of my face. I continued to unwrap the fabric from between his legs and around his waist. I placed the fundoshi fabric on the floor beside the futon. Mr. Kikuchi's cock stood out from his body from a bush of silky, black pubes. His hairy ballsack hung low between his bowed legs.
I stood in from to him and began to remove the formal kimono. I slid the Obi around my waist so that I could into the large bow and unwrap the long length of fabric from around my waist. I took my time because I could tell Mr. Kikuchi was anxious to see my body.
I neatly folded the obi fabric and placed it on the low table. I then slowly opened the formal, white kimono and slipped it down my back allowing it to drop onto the floor. I then untied the sash to the yukata kimono and dropped it on the floor. I turned my back to Mr. Kikuchi as I opened the yukata and let it slip down my back revealing my firm, bubble butt to him.
I bent over to place the yukata on the formal kimono, revealing the hairless, rosebud entrance to my mancunt. When I turned to face Mr. Kikuchi, he was smiling and his hard, uncut cock was leaking precum. So far, I was having the desired effect.
I stood in front of Mr. Kikuchi. He saw my well-developed gymnast pecs and hard abs and my six inch, cut dick stood out over my smooth, snug balls. He reached out and held my circumcised dick. My cut dick is always a curiosity for Japanese men. My dick swelled in his hand and leaked my precum on his fingers. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked my precum from them. He smiled again as he ran his tongue over his lips.
Mr. Kikuchi knelt in front of me and took my dick in his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl around my bulbous dickhead. Then he pushed his face forward until his nose was buried in my trimmed, light-brown bush of pubic hair. His tongue massaged the underside of my dick and it throbbed in response.
With one hand he cupped my tight ballsack and the other hand moved around my hip to reach into my butt crack where he poked at my asshole. He sucked on my dick as his finger pushed against the tightness of my sphincter. I spread my legs to allow him access and give permission for him to enjoy my ass.
He removed his finger from the entrance to my ass and raised it front of my face. It pushed against my lips while he continued to suck my hard dick and massage my balls. I opened my mouth and wet his finger to provide some lube to enter my asshole. The finger returned to my anus.
I relaxed my sphincter as his fat finger pushed inside. He immediately pushed it to my pleasure button and began to massage my prostate. My dick throbbed in his mouth as it released more precum in response to the prostate massage. I began to move my hips slowly fucking his mouth while Mr. Kikuchi finger fucked my asshole.
Without removing his mouth from my dick, or his finger from my ass, Mr. Kikuchi pulled my down onto the futon. I was lying on my back and Mr. Kikuchi moved on top of me. He reversed his body so his mouth was still on my dick, his finger was still in my ass and his hard, seven-inch, uncut meat was hanging over my face.
I opened my mouth and reached out my tongue to tease his wrinkled, brown foreskin into my mouth. As his hard cock entered my mouth, I pushed my tongue inside his foreskin and felt the bulbous head of his cock, and tasted his precum. I swirled my tongue around his cockhead as he pushed his cock balls deep between my lips. Mr Kikuchi's low hanging ballsack was on my nose, his balls draped over one side of my face. I began to suck his cock and he began to fuck my face.
Mr Kikuchi's finger was rubbing my prostate as he finger fucked my ass, and sucked my dick. I needed more.
He suddenly pulled his mouth off of my dick, his finger out my ass and his cock out of my mouth. He reversed his position again and flipped me over on to my stomach. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me up onto my knees. My ass was in his face.
With one hand steadying my hips, he guided the head of his sloppy, wet cock to my asshole and shoved forward. I grunted in pain as he lunged into my hungry hole, burying his hard, seven-inches of uncut cock to his pubes. He did not wait for me to adjust to his rude entry into my ass, before he began to plow my mancunt with his manmeat.
My ass was in pain, but I knew it would turn to pleasure, and I wanted to prove to Mr. Kikuchi that I could be a desirable geisha, and a valuable employee of the BC. He grunted and lunged into and out of my ass hard. I could feel his low hanging balls slamming between my thighs and agains my balls. I began to feel the pleasure in my ass overtake the pain.
Mr Kikuchi fucked me hard. He reached under me and grasped my dick in one hand. His fucking my ass caused my dick to move back and forth in his hand. I was going to cum.
My hard dick began to pump out my 18 year old, gymnast, geisha cumload onto the futon. Each time my dick shot my jism, my ass muscles squeezed his fat cock. Mr. Kikuchi began to cum in my ass. He lunged even harder as his manseed blasted the insides of my colon. I milked his cock with my ass until he had no more seed to pump.
Mr. Kikuchi collapsed onto my back. I relaxed my body onto the futon and lay in my own cum puddle. He would still lunge into me every once in awhile as if he was testing to see if he had more cum to discharge.
Finally he raised himself off of me and knelt beside me on the futon. I rolled over to face him. He was smiling.
"You are good geisha," he said. "You know how to fuck good. You don't complain that I fuck you hard. You know how to suck cock good. I think you be good business for Blue Chrysanthemum."
I smiled back at Mr. Kikuchi as I said "Arigato, Kikuchi San."
I stood and went to the bathroom and brought out warm, wet cloths to clean Mr. Kikuchi and myself. I wiped cum from his cock and balls and pubic bush. I wiped my own cum from my stomach and groin and Mr. Kikuchi's cum from my ass and thighs.
When we were clean, I stood and put on my yukata. I helped Mr. Kikuchi stand and dressed him in his suit. Once he was fully dressed, I put on the formal kimono. I held the obi draped over my arm. Mr. Kikuchi escorted me back into his office.
"When would like to start as geisha at BC?" he asked.
"I am ready to start today," I replied.
"Very good," he responded. "I will make room ready for you. It will be ready for you tomorrow, Welcome to Blue Chrysanthemum."
We politely bowed to each other and I left his office and returned to Asahi's room where he was waiting for me. I told him about the interview and the sex with Mr. Kikuchi.
"Yes," said Asahi. "I know about Mr. Kikuchi. It has been many years since my interview, but I don't forget his cock and his fucking. Sometimes, he still calls me to his office for service. Let me help you out of the kimono and we will celebrate."
I removed the formal kimono and helped Asahi put it away. I removed the yukata and was naked. Asahi took me in his arms and kissed me gently on my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and accepted his kisses. My dick was hard again.
To be continued.
I encourage you to support Nifty.org financially to keep these stories available to us. There is a cost for server leasing and the website manager should get something for his time in maintaining the site. The link to donate is https://donate.nifty.org/
If you like my story, I would enjoy hearing from you. You may e-mail me at billy.razor@outlook.com.