Milky

Chapter 6 – Birthday Party

The following week was my 26th birthday on the Wednesday.  Reika told me that there would be no Thursday session but that Mr. Takashita wanted to have a party for me on the day itself. And as it was my birthday I could skip the Cherry Blossom and head out to lunch with the girls.  I asked Reika what kind of party the evening would bring; would it be like the Thursdays?  I wasn’t sure I could cope with being humiliated on my birthday; that would be too horrible.  But Reika said that the evening would be ‘something quite different’ and I had to leave it at that.

They had a really big room booked at a local club.  The whole Commodities Trading department was invited and had turned up to a man.  The only women were me, the six PAs and the hostesses from the club: cute young girls serving drinks and light food. It turned out to be fun. The cameramen were there but I paid them no mind after the first few minutes. I particularly liked the karaoke and even allowed myself to be dragged up to sing “Hit me baby one more time”, hamming it up Britney-style for the cameras.  Irrationally I thought to myself that it would’ve worked better had I been wearing the outfit from two weeks back instead of my smart business suit. Mr. Minamoro followed me and belted out ‘My Way’ as only an intoxicated Japanese man who believes he is Sinatra can. We all loved it and cheered loudly. There was a cake with 26 candles and they all sang ‘Happy Birthday’. I was happy to be one of the team. I really did feel accepted despite the fact that I had by now been to the Cherry Blossom Hotel with maybe twenty of the sixty men present.

Then after about three hours of partying, Reika came and took my hand and let me to a little stage at one end of the hall with a thin floor to ceiling pole on it. In my slightly woozy state I thought there was going to be some kind of presentation. Gently she pressed my back against the pole and pulled off the silly birthday hat some one had put on my head earlier.  Then she caught my hands behind me and with two ‘clicks’ she’d fastened them together behind the pole using something like handcuffs.  Suddenly I was horribly apprehensive.

“Kneel,” she whispered gently in my ear.  Pushing down on my shoulders she got me into the position, not easy when your hands are out of action and you are wearing a business suit. Looking out at the room from my lowered viewpoint I saw dozens of trousers being unzipped. No, they couldn’t want me to suck that many dicks, it was impossible. Tears sprang to my eyes.

They didn’t. The plan was for them to masturbate on to me. All I had to do was kneel there and, as my hands were fixed behind the pole, I had no say in the matter. I lowered my eyes to my lap and kept still. In what seemed like seconds the first hot spurts of cum landed on my cheek: hot, greasy and degrading. The camera man knelt down so he could shoot up into my face catching the sperm running down my cheeks mixing with my tears. I didn’t have to wait long for the second trader, who came all over my forehead. I felt it running down my nose. I began sobbing but had to be careful not to open my mouth. I didn’t want them aiming in there.

Soon there were two or three men cumming on me at a time. One of the hostess girls had clearly been told to stand next to me and call out the total count, which made it unspeakably worse if that were possible. Every time another multiple of ten was reached there was a little cheer. I could feel it dripping from my face onto my expensive business suit.  It would be ruined, no way could I get it cleaned (actually Reika made me take it to the drycleaners that weekend – excruciating humiliation). I could feel the spunk running in my hair, how would I ever wash it out? Eyes tight shut, I tried to think of something else, anything else, but when you feel someone’s sperm hitting your eyelids it is hard not to know how degraded you really are.

On and on it went till there was not the tiniest patch of my face uncovered. It was like I was wearing a mask. Huge globs of congealing sperm dripped onto my clothes, I could feel it even inside my lace bra.

“Look up Suzichan” I tried to, but even though I opened my eyes a little I couldn’t really see anything through the sperm.  I blinked my eyes several times till I could just about see Mr. Takashita before me, his cock at my eye level and being enthusiastically manipulated by Reika. It went off all over me, the first shot hitting me right between the eyes. Moaning I lowered my head again. I felt lower than a worm.

“Seventy-two!” called out the hostess-girl as the last man released himself onto me.  Dully I realized that some of the men must have cum twice on me.  I had long since retreated into a shell, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening to me, even though it clearly was.

The whole department gathered round and sang ‘Happy Birthday’ once again, this time with a heavy layer of irony. Then I was released and one of the hostesses took me away to a washroom. She helped me strip wordlessly, I was still crying and got into a very hot shower. I shampooed my hair twice and would have stayed in much longer except she switched off the water and pulled me out. As I toweled myself dry I saw that my clothes were in a large transparent plastic bag. They looked awful. But Reika had brought the Sailor Moon outfit along and I was quickly dressed like the sexy cartoon character.

They applauded as I came back in and I spent another hour wandering around the party.  I would’ve stayed put but Reika came and taking my hand kept me moving. With the high-heeled boots I towered over most of them and my every inch of my legs was on display. Several of the traders openly ran their hands along my exposed thighs. Everyone called me ‘Suzichan’ or ‘Milky Girl’ as if I were some kind of walking sex-toy, which I supposed I was.

I cried on Reika’s shoulder all the way home and she ended up putting me to bed. I was exhausted: physically, mentally and emotionally. Some birthday party that was.

The next day at work was appalling. It would have been worse except that Mr. Takashita sent out a memo first thing reminding everyone of the need to be polite at all times.  I was not mentioned by name but he had made a point of greeting me as I came in as Miss Tailor and giving me the correct bow for a more junior manager. I returned the bow, holding it a little longer than necessary to show my appreciation, hands on thighs with fingers touching.  This way no one would dare be disrespectful to me. And the traders bowed correctly as if to show they’d understood the message.

After my lunchtime excursion (oral & straight sex, for a change) I worked till Reika came in with the new DVD.  I’d been dreading it and it did not disappoint. There on the front it said ‘Suzichan: Milky Girl 3’ above a picture of me slumped against the pole, dripping with cum. In the bottom left corner it said ‘Birthday Bukkake!’ and in the bottom right ‘72’. It took me a moment to realize that was the number of times I had been climaxed on. Bukkake, it turned out, is the Japanese sex game of lots of men dumping their sperm onto a woman.  It translates as ‘splash’ somewhat appropriately.

“Do… do they all have one?” I whispered as I felt tears start in my eyes.

“All the men who came,” Reika was grinning at my discomfort. And when I looked out the office door I could see the DVD cases being discreetly slid into jackets, desk drawers and briefcases.  No one would dare watch it while they were supposed to be working. But later they all would.

In fact as we were all heading home I heard one group of traders calling to another, “Hey, were all going to the club to watch a film, you coming?”

*****

I supposed that nothing could possibly be worse than my birthday, but over time I came to understand that there was always something more that could be done to you: some new kink or degradation.  I think over time they tried them all on me, usually more than once. But as the frog never jumps out of the steadily heating water so us humans will remain in ridiculous situations as long as they develop slowly enough for us to reason them away.

*****

The following week I was back in the group with just the Senior Managers. I wondered what was going to happen.  They hadn’t dressed me up but the presence of the cameramen in the background convinced me that something different would happen.  After my birthday I would never be fooled again: the presence of the cameras was always bad news.

When the meal finished Mr. Takashita as ever signaled the waitress forward and she began to help me to undress: no striptease this week. But when I glanced up I was surprised to see all the PAs were helping their bosses undress.  Surely not.

Soon I was naked in a group with the six men.  It was pretty clear what was going to happen now. I was going to be gangbanged. First they made me kneel in a circle of their pricks sucking each one in turn. By now cocksucking was second nature to me. Don’t let anyone tell you it doesn’t require real effort, but after several months I just happened to have learnt a lot of little tricks and techniques.  And I knew these six dicks intimately.

Soon I was on all fours with one man in my mouth and another fucking me: spit-roasting they called it, using the English word.  And I understood the analogy immediately: I was the pig being roasted on a spit formed of their two cocks. This was the first time I had ever been taken by two men at once. It isn’t easy unless they get the rhythm right. After a bit I learnt you either have to suck hard or just leave your mouth wide open while your partner fucks your face. If you try to do too much the thrusting from behind shoves your teeth into the other guy’s cock, which he tends not to like. They kept changing over every minute or two to prolong things. I slipped away into a dream-world where I ignored what was happening to me by focusing on the mechanics of fucking and sucking. Then suddenly I felt Mr. Takashita’s larger cock pushing into my pussy. He knew what he was doing and from behind he went so deep and filled me so much.  I could not help it: I came. There were cheers and applause; I had proved what a slut I was.

At one point I looked up and saw that Natsuki had been given the glass this week, I was clearly too busy. The older woman was hovering and judging by the contents a couple of the men had already climaxed. But as they were all still surrounding me the men were clearly going for seconds. I had learnt from Reika that the managers had tried to turn Natsuki into a milky girl ten years earlier but that she kept vomiting. I wondered how she felt kneeling there with the glass; she had a far away look in her eyes.

Some time later they had me sit on one man’s cock and lie forward with my breasts squashed against his chest while a second man mounted me from behind in my bottom.  I felt ludicrously stretched and the feeling of being so stuffed brought on a second climax, leaving me gasping on my lover’s chest.  This was so amusing they all wanted a turn and I kept having to sit myself down on one man after another. When Mr. Takashita took my ass it was way beyond pleasure and over into the pain zone. I was sure a penis that big was not designed to fit in my tight sphincter.  Except that by that stage it wasn’t so tight.  It really did hurt though.

As apparent recompense for my suffering my boss later put me in a ‘frog shape’ (as he called it) which involved me lying back with my legs folded right up so that my knees were near my armpits. In this way my swollen, sticky pussy gaped open and he proceeded to stuff me full, very full. His cock was banging on my most sensitive spot and suddenly I was out of control, having the biggest orgasm of the evening. I literally squealed with pleasure (didn’t find that out until watching the whole thing over on Sunday afternoon).

“Our milky girl is a size queen! Suzichan, you like big cocks,” he teased me.

‘Not in my ass,’ I thought, but he was right: being really full did turn me on. Pain and being gangbanged didn’t, but the intense stimulation did; it was like being caught between fire and ice.  When I got too close to the fire I got hot and came.

The evening ended with me sitting in a circle of naked men swallowing my glass of sperm. Judging by the volume of goo they mostly must have come twice, it was as if the other five managers had been there too. I felt exhausted after nearly two hours of non-stop sex, humiliated by having them watch me climax three times in a gangbang and a little sick from the pool of sperm in my stomach. I’m sure sex is not supposed to be like this, I told myself as I fell asleep on Reika’s shoulder in the cab.