Milky

Chapter Eight - Management Weekend

It didn’t take me that long to find out.  The following week an e-mail arrived requiring my attendance at a weekend away for the company’s most senior management.  I knew immediately that I was not being invited for my work: Mr. Takashita and other department heads were the lowest rung on the guest list apart from the four women.  I recognized only one of the names.  Mrs. Antaro was a finance manager in Corporate Finance on a grade above mine, in her mid-thirties and very competent.  I had to look up who the other two were: one was a PA and the other an analyst in Investments.

The weekend was scheduled for three days before my half-year appraisal, so I knew the pressure was on me not to screw up in front of the company’s most senior men. But what could they want with us?  There were twenty men and only four of us. Actually five women as Miss Yasuko appeared in my office to tell me she would be there and to inform me of what clothes to bring: Business suits, swimwear for the spa, exercise outfits for the gym.  She cheerily informed me that she would bring the ‘rest’.  I asked her humbly if she could tell me what was expected of me at the weekend.

“You’re best, Suzichan, you’re very best.”

I could get nothing more from her and Mr. Takashita was equally short when I approached him.  I was becoming increasingly nervous. Reika was no help as just the mention of the top management in the company made her nervous.

I threw myself into my work to take my mind off it. Even the usual weekly things seemed almost familiar and normal: groped on the train, lunchtimes at the Peach Blossom, Thursdays after work at the club.

*****

The Thursday evening before the weekend was cancelled and I spent the evening with Reika carefully packing my clothes and toiletries.  The e-mail specified that the other women and I would set off early on Friday to reach the resort by mid-afternoon.  The men would be flying later by helicopter when the day’s work was done.

As work began on Friday I stood outside the office with the other three women as a Lexus van pulled up and Miss Yasuko stepped out of the front passenger side.  The driver loaded our suitcases as she inspected us.  We were all done up in suits and perfect make-up.  I knew from the taut looks the others had that they too knew Yasuko. My apprehension leapt up another notch if that were possible: they must all be in the same position as me.

The drive was long and for the most part passed in silence: we were all lost in our own thoughts.  We stopped for lunch and made a somewhat feeble attempt at conversation but it soon tailed off.  I was grateful when the resort finally appeared. It was gorgeous and well worth the drive: beautiful Japanese buildings set in manicured parkland surrounded by forests and mountains. Our rooms weren’t large but were absolutely luxurious.  We all bathed and napped and then dressed for dinner with the senior executives who had flown in moments before. 

As there were no cameras at the dinner I relaxed and even enjoyed the attention of being one of five women in a room with twenty men.  And, as the only foreigner there and being dressed and made-up to the nines, I certainly got my fair share of attention. By the end of the meal I was fairly woozy from all the sake. The chairman started talking about the plan for the weekend, mostly to do with the annual budget for the company.  But at the end came the kicker:

“Over the weekend we will also hold the competition to find the best milky girl in the company. The first round will be tomorrow after work finishes.  Two girls will qualify for Sunday, two will go home.  The losers will be punished. On Sunday afternoon we will have the final.  The winner will be the champion and the loser of that round will be punished too, this time more severely. Sleep well gentlemen, I will see you at 8.00am tomorrow. Ladies: you are free till the evening.”

*****

We spent Saturday as a group in the spa being pampered.  And no one does pampering like the Japanese.  Hot pools, facials, massages, manicures, we tried them all.  Funnily enough I managed to relax and enjoy myself.  Even Yasuko was approachable and girly as she joined in the fun. Only Norika Antaro, the finance manager, wasn’t completely relaxed.  She never lost fully her air of tense nervousness, but then she had been there last year.  Yasuko let slip that Norika had been the winner.  Apparently this had been going on for years: winners came back to defend their title, losers only by invitation. Apparently the girl who came second last year had left the company and the other two had not been asked back.

Then suddenly it was late afternoon, time had flown past. Yasuko returned to her dominant role and sent us to change into swimwear (one piece suits – no bikinis). We came down in big fluffy spa dressing gowns to the room where the men were waiting, but shed the robes when we were inside.  I was trembling with nervousness now; funnily Norika finally seemed relaxed, as if starting had calmed her. The two younger girls were changed too: one was nearly in tears and the other had a completely blank look.

From a beam hung four ropes each with a pair of leather cuffs.  Miss Yasuko told us to kneel beneath a rope each. We did so meekly and she fixed our wrists into the cuffs.  This held our hands above our heads but wasn’t otherwise particularly uncomfortable. Meanwhile the men split into four ‘teams’ of five, standing in a line in front of us. Miss Yasuko, back in her schoolgirl dominatrix mode, explained the rules:

“You will suck your men one after the other. The men are not allowed to touch themselves. After each man has come in your mouth you will spit the sperm into the team bowl.  The winner is the girl and the team that finish first. A set of golf clubs is the prize for each man in the winning team. Girls, for you this is the first of two competitions this evening.  Points will be carried forward. But first let’s make you a little more exciting for your men.”

With this she picked up a pair of scissors, grabbed the front of Norika’s swimsuit right above her left nipple, pulled it out and cut the fabric away. When she let it go the finance manager’s nipple stuck out of the ragged hole. Seven more cuts, each to cheers from the men, and all our nipples were out in the open.  My suit had not been cheap and was now ruined. I wondered idiotically if I could put it on my expenses. I briefly contemplated refusing to take part, to just hang there and let it happen but not participate.  But I knew Mr. Takashita would lose face and I would get a poor appraisal after all that I had undergone.

“Go!”

The first man, from HR I think, approached me and I opened my mouth. He was already more than half-hard and I instinctively sucked as vigorously as I could. I could hear him groan and felt him holding the back of my head. Then he began sawing back and forth, fucking my face. I tried to keep my teeth out of the way, while sucking and trying to breathe. Believe me it is not easy. Fortunately he didn’t last too long; I suppose he wanted those golf clubs. He held the bowl to my mouth so I could spit out the big mass of spit and sperm.

I noticed that Norika and the PA were already on their second as I opened my mouth for the next urgent cock. My sense of competition must have taken over, I worked like a demon: a cocksucking machine on overdrive. By the time my last, Mr. Takashita stepped up I had caught up with Norika and left the others behind. I knew this prick so well by now, knew exactly what turned it on, exactly how to play it.  He came in less than a minute and I finished just ahead of Norika. We hung there in our bonds gasping as the other two finished their last men. My jaw and tongue muscles were in cramp. Meanwhile there was a lot of cheering from my team with all the men congratulating Mr. Takashita. I realized that as far as the company was concerned I was his protégé. If I did well it reflected on him, my position was irrelevant. My arms were aching by now and Miss Yazuko came along and undid the cuffs.

“Clean your bowls girls!”

With that we lifted the glass bowls, tilted our heads back and poured the contents into our open mouths. From the corner of my eyes I noticed that Norika did it with no effort at all, she didn’t even seem to be swallowing, just pouring it down her throat. Beyond her I saw that the analyst girl was struggling to get it all down.

“Go and change for dinner, girls,” said Miss Yazuko, not unkindly.  Clearly our performance had not upset her.

*****

We showered quickly, put on make-up and dressed in formal business attire before joining the men for dinner.  They meanwhile had changed out of business suits into more casual clothes, or at least as casual as a Japanese manager ever gets.

Dinner was served by beautiful women in expensive kimonos and the food was without a doubt the best I had ever had in Japan.  There was plenty of sake too and while I had a couple of little cups I mostly abstained.  I knew there was a second round tonight.  I did notice that the analyst from Investments was drinking quite a bit, probably to calm her nerves.

The men on my table were all from my ‘team’ and were scrupulously polite and courteous.  It was strange to remember that only an hour ago they had all enthusiastically fucked my face.  Mr. Takashita was visibly proud of me and this made me feel good.  It was like I had turned into an approval addict.

As the meal finished two serving girls entered. The first was carrying a tray with three very expensive bottles of brandy. The second had a similar tray but with four large liter-sized measuring beakers.  Each beaker was full of sperm to the 500ml. mark.  I had no idea where it must all have come from, I supposed it had been kept in a fridge till needed but now it was at room temperature.  I wondered how many men it took to get that volume, maybe a hundred.  This was a simply enormous quantity, more than a full pint back home, and more than I’d ever managed to ingest.

I glanced at my fellow contestants: Norika had a blank look, the PA had tears rolling down her cheeks and the analyst was as white as Japanese can go.

“Girls, you will now gokkun,” said Miss Yazuko.  “The winner will be the one who finishes their portion first.  Of course, as good milky girls, you are expected to keep your entire offering in your stomachs.  You may start now.”

I noticed that Norika picked up the beaker immediately while the rest of us hesitated.  If she could do that throat trick again she was bound to win. I couldn’t help but look: she tipped her head back and slowly began to pour the steady stream of spunk into her mouth. Her throat muscles were working reflexively as if accepting and aiding the flow into her stomach rather than just swallowing.

I tore myself away and realized I would have to try the same if I were to have any chance of keeping up. Tipping the beaker up, I let a dribble of sperm into my mouth.  It was warm and slimy as always with that powerful bleachy, male smell. I let it slide to the back of my mouth and tried to swallow reflexively. I worked!  If I kept the flow slow and steady and just relaxed my throat then the peristalsis just kicked in by itself and did its job.  I had to stop once to take a deep breath before restarting but soon it was all gone.  My poor stomach felt outrageously full and I knew that if I so much as burped I would lose it all.  I sat there concentrating on not vomiting.

Norika had clearly finished long before me.  I imagined that she did not even have to stop for the breath the way I had.  The other girls were using the traditional technique of pouring in a mouthful and then swallowing. This was both slower and meant you had the sperm in your mouth for longer and so tasted it so much more. The PA finished first and sat there breathing deeply and desperately while weeping a little.  The poor analyst girl seemed to continue forever. Finally she swallowed the last but one mouthful and then helplessly vomited the entire contents of her stomach up and all over herself. She did not even bend over as I would have; she just lowered her head a little while wave after wave poured from her mouth.  The poor thing kept apologizing over and over: ‘gomen nasai, gomen nasai’ as she stared at her lap which now contained her dinner, copious sake and a sea of sperm. She wouldn’t even look up, her humiliation was too complete.

The sight of this almost made me lose it too and I noticed Norika and the PA struggling too.  Miss Yazuko stood up.

“The winner tonight is Mrs. Norika. Suzichan won earlier.  These girls will stay for tomorrow while the other two will go back to Tokyo. But first your punishment: you will each receive five strokes of the cane from your boss. Miss Anna will go first, while Miss Yumi removes all her messy clothes.”

Miss Yasuko let the poor PA over to one of the low tables and pushed her over it. She made the woman grip the far corners in her hands.  She pulled up her skirt revealing smooth buttocks, bisected by the gusset of her little panties and framed by the garter-straps holding up her stockings.

“For each stroke that you make a noise with or release your grip another will be added.  Do not disappoint me further.”

The poor woman did not make a sound or move a muscle, except for the frantic clenching and reclenching of her bottom muscles.  Soon there were five nasty-looking wheals across her behind. She was helped to rise and allowed to leave the room.

The analyst stood there stark naked in a room where everyone else was dressed.  I knew how humiliating that felt and I hadn’t failed in a task when it had happened to me.  She was weeping quietly as Miss Yazuko arranged her on the table.

I was passed a glass of brandy by Mr. Takashita who stood next to me with a hand gently on my shoulder.  I basked in his approval, pathetic as it may seem.  I needed someone there to like me.

It did not go well for the unfortunate girl. It took twelve vicious strokes before Miss Yazuko allowed that five had been acceptable.  Her poor backside was crisscrossed with angry red stripes.  I thought they would take weeks to fade.

As she was allowed to leave, still completely nude, Miss Yazuko addressed Norika and me.

“You may leave now and have your rest.  Tomorrow afternoon we will find out who is the best milky girl. For the loser the punishment will be worse than tonight.  For the winner there will be a suitable reward.”

Quickly Norika and I fled the room.