Milky

Chapter Nine – Winning and Losing

I skipped breakfast, figuring that I had swallowed enough calories last night to last me for a while. I met a tense Norika in the spa. After a little while I tried quizzing her about this afternoon and about what the worse punishment might be.  She was very evasive.

“I cannot tell you, Suzi, it is forbidden.  I would get in so much trouble.  And they would know if I told you, they just would.”

Instead we ended up chatting about work and family.  She was married and her husband had worked in the car industry.  He’d been hurt in an accident and now he was at home with their son.  They got some disability payout from his former firm but they needed her income and so there was no chance of her giving up her job.  And after gentle probing from me she told me he had no idea of her other activities at work.  It was clear that she was even more effectively trapped than I was.  I felt a wave of sympathy.

Yazuko joined us in the pool and for a light lunch.  Then it was time to dress to join the men. Poor Norika and I were back in our formal business attire while the men were as before in more relaxed outfits.  It hardly seemed fair but then nothing about this was remotely fair.  Miss Yazuko insisted that our hair be tied at the back in a single braid.

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Miss Yazuko, in her schoolgirl outfit, led us to a table in the middle of the room.  Two chairs were on either side and soon Norika and I were sat facing each other. I stared at her hoping for a sign of our shared ordeal and growing friendship, but I saw nothing except grim determination.  She was clearly focusing on not losing this contest, which only served to make me even more nervous than before.  It must be really bad to make her so unfeeling.

A girl in a kimono brought in two noodle bowls and two straws on an elegant lacquered tray. The bowls were the most elegant Japanese chinaware but predictably were half-full of sperm. My first thought was that this wouldn’t be too bad: the volume was nowhere near as much as last night, maybe one fifth of the volume.  And if we had to suck it up through a straw then Norika’s throat trick wouldn’t work. The straws were glass and maybe half the length of a normal drinking version.

“Now, milky girls,” said our instructor in her sing-song voice, “the first task today is to empty your bowls. In order to make the contest more interesting you will not use your mouths. You will instead snort the entire contents into your pretty noses using the straw provided.  I expect you to use both nostrils: no cheating by using just one side. You may begin: now!”

For a moment I sat there stunned.  Surely not! But Norika had already picked up the straw and was leaning over her bowl. She plunged the end into the slimy goo and put her nose to the other.

I grabbed my straw and followed suit. It turned out that you had to use one hand to maneuver the straw while a finger of the other hand had to keep the unused nostril closed. I imagine snorting cocaine must be similar except that is a small quantity of dry white powder as opposed to a sizable amount of viscous white slime. As soon as it hit my nostrils my whole body seemed suffused with the smell.  I could feel the slipperiness of it sliding down the back of my poor throat and into my mouth. And the effort of snorting something so sticky was almost impossible.

I glanced up at Norika to check her progress and saw the trick to doing it. She was keeping the straw at the surface of the liquid so that she was sucking up air as well as sperm. This made it much easier. Soon I was racing to catch up, changing nostrils at Miss Yazuko’s instruction. My whole head felt as if it were clogged with spunk.  I was sure my sinuses would be leaking this goo for weeks.

Inevitably Norika finished before me.  I could hear the sound of her straw moving round the nearly empty bowl catching the last drops while I still had a pool in the bottom of mine. I finished minutes after her.  If I were to win I would have to trounce her in the other task.  I sat there panting miserably as I tried to get my breath back.

I had hoped there would be a break between the trials, but there was none. We looked fine from the outside: there was need to tidy ourselves up as far as the managers were concerned.

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“Very good, milky girls!  Mrs Norika wins the round. Suzichan will have to work very hard to have any chance. Gentlemen, would you please go into your teams.” Miss Yazuko chivvied them into two groups.

“Now Mrs. Norika, as the winner you get to choose your team.” Norika nodded to the group of ten men that had her manager in it.  I was left with the group containing Mr. Takashita.

“Girls, you will now have one hour. You may do whatever you please but the milky girl who makes her team climax the most times wins.  Gentlemen, please do not hold back: join in with whatever your girl wants.  Please do not make yourselves come though, that is your girl’s task.  Start: now!”

Basically she had given us a gangbang race.  I was terrified but even worse was the thought of the nameless punishment. I jumped up and began removing my skirt, jacket, blouse, bra and panties, leaving only my stockings on.

“Please Gentlemen, would you mind undressing?” I asked politely as I furiously divested my clothes.

As soon as I was naked I pushed Mr Takashita onto a futon couch over by the windows and straddled him. Just looking at the size of his cock made me wet enough. I grunted as I forced myself down onto him, feeling him fill my pussy so entirely. Looking over I could see that Norika was on her knees with one man in her mouth while she used her hands on two others; she was still fully dressed. I grabbed a second man and pulled him towards my mouth as I rode my manager deliberately rubbing my breasts against his hairy chest.

I don’t know how hot it looked but it certainly worked for the man in my mouth. He came within a minute. I spat out the mixture of sperm and saliva into my hand and reaching back shoved two fingers forcefully deep into my bottom to lubricate it. There was no difficulty persuading one of the guys to fill my behind while I guided another into my mouth. That fantastic feeling of fullness made me climax; I can’t help it, it seems to work every time. My team cheered as they watched me come. Mr Takashita followed as did the man in my backside.

And so it went for a crazy hour. I was fucking them two or three at a time. Once I even had four on the go: I sat in someone’s lap with their cock in my anus, a second fucked me, a third was in my mouth while I gave a handjob to a fourth.  I came again while on all fours with Mr. T in my pussy while two other men were shoving themselves in my face.

A couple of times I glanced over at Norika. She was still on her knees with three men on her at all times. She was obviously spitting out the men’s sperm as the whole front of her suit and blouse were matted with the mess. At one point I actually saw arcs of sperm jetting from a man in her left hand through the air and onto her face and into her hair. Surely her way was less efficient than mine?  But then I knew how well bukkakes worked. I had just made another mistake, hadn’t I?

When Miss Yazuko called time I didn’t even hear her. I was kneeling in front of a sitting man with my head in his lap and his cock in my throat while arching my back so another man could fuck my bottom.  Eventually the laughter brought me back.

“You can keep on sucking and fucking all afternoon Suzichan,” laughed Miss Yazuko, “but it won’t count towards your score from now on!”

I slumped over to my side, half lying on the futon and half on the floor, feeling the man slipping wetly from my behind. I was dazed from the effort of fucking so hard.  It was as if I had run a half-marathon. I was too exhausted to even arrange myself better: my legs sagged apart and I could feel the vast quantity of sperm inside me slowly oozing itself out.

“Sake?” A serving girl in a kimono was offering me a glass. I could see by the look in her eyes that she thought I was an utter slut.  I couldn’t really argue, every senior manager in the company had seen me climax in a public gangbang, more than once and now I was lying there oozing spunk from every orifice.  Gratefully I took the little glass and gulped it down.

“Gentlemen: the result,” intoned Miss Yazuko in the tones of a sports commentator.  “Mrs. Norika has managed eighteen men. As you all know she is really a superior milky girl. Mr. Hashimoto even managed it three times!”  There was a cheer and back-slapping from his friends.

“Suzichan went for her more Western approach.  And we all saw how much she enjoys it! Mr. Takashita demonstrated to us how he gets the very best out of his junior managers!” This occasioned more guffawing and general male bonding.

“But it has to be admitted that this time we failed to see a triumph for Japanese techniques. Suzichan managed twenty-nine climaxes, not including her own two.  That is nearly one every three minutes.  Mr. Ogoni even managed it four times in the hour: In her mouth, in her cunt and twice in her all-American asshole.”  There was a cheer and the man who had come in my mouth in that first minute took a bow.

“I declare that over the two tasks Suzichan is the champion!”

I had won! I could hardly believe it. I glanced over at Norika who was still kneeling where she had been sucking.  She was crying, the first time I had seen this. I mouthed ‘sorry’ at her but she showed no sign of seeing me.

I was helped to my feet and someone helped me on with a big fluffy bathrobe. The doors to the terrace were being opened and we all went out onto the terrace overlooking a wooded mountain valley.  It was breathtakingly beautiful and another glass of sake was passed to me by Mr Takashita who was visibly beaming at me. The senior managers all sat in armchairs as girls brought out refreshments. I perched on my boss’ chair’s arm at his side and at his command. He tugged my robe half-open so that my breasts were visible. I didn’t even think of resisting.

“A present for the winner!” Miss Yasuko passed me an embroidered jewel box that was a work of art in its own right. Inside nestled a gorgeous piece of jade in the shape of a flying crane on a gold chain. It was fastened and the cool stone nestled between my breasts. I understood now why they had to be on display.  It must have been worth a fortune: thousands of dollars at least.

“And punishment for the loser!” Poor Norika was led from the room onto the terrace, still dressed in her destroyed suit and weeping openly.  She was muttering ‘no,no’ over and over again. She was pushed over a sort of hassock and her hands were bound to the legs at the far side.  This seemed strange to me as usually part of the fun for the men seemed to be forcing you to submit without constraints.

Then the reason became suddenly clear. From round the corner of the building three big Japanese Tosa dogs were brought forth.  If you haven’t seen one of these they are something like a mastiff except a bit taller. Surely they weren’t going to?

But they were. The dog handler was a woman dressed in Japanese peasant style.  Horrified I watched as she knelt and manipulated the first animal’s penis with grease while Miss Yazuko pulled up Norika’s skirt and tugged down her panties.  I wanted to go help my friend, to shout ‘stop’, instead I just sat there frozen on the arm of chair.

I looked at my boss hoping that I could see something I could do, but he seemed as avid as the rest in watching the coming show. The animal’s cock was red and swollen by now, as big as a large man’s but with a visible knot the size of a tennis ball near the base. At a command from his owner he jumped up so his paws were on the hassock either side of the poor victim’s shoulders. A wail came from Norika’s throat as the beast’s well-greased organ slid into her pussy.

I couldn’t stand it and looked away, focusing instead on my boss as if to pay him the proper attention.  He was staring at the dog furiously fucking my friend and did not notice my distress.  That was so nearly me there over that hassock.  Part of me even wished it had been me so that Norika could have been spared.

Nothing shut out the sound of the animalistic coupling though: the sobbing of poor Norika, the slapping of each in-stroke, the squelching sounds of the out-strokes.  I couldn’t bear it but had no choice. Three times the poor woman was fucked by the dogs.  Occasionally Miss Yazuko would approach me and force me to watch for a few moments.

And so I saw the first beast withdrawing from my companion with a flood of dog sperm gushing from her slit. I saw as her ponytail was tugged back so that her head was raised and the second dog’s penis slipped into her sobbing mouth. I saw our instructor girlishly ordering her to swallow the copious flood of canine sperm after she had sucked the beast to a climax. 

Finally I saw how the third animal’s organ was presented to her backside and forced into her anus.  At this Norika completely broke down, begging and sobbing and screeching.  It seemed an endless litany of ‘no’, ‘please’ and ‘stop’ repeated over and over again.

When it was over we were allowed to leave: two of the serving girls half carrying Norika as she stumbled away while Miss Yazuko led me behind. Norika’s skirt had been pulled back into place but I could see the vast stream of sperm running down her legs and leaving little footprints at each step.

An hour later we had showered and packed and met outside for the drive back to Tokyo.  It was a big Lexus this time and Miss Yazuko sat in the front next to the silent chauffeur while Norika and I were in the back. While my friend had showered and changed the poor thing was still in shock, apparently the serving girls had done everything for her.

We sat silently for a few minutes till I could stand it no longer. I shoved up the armrest and reached for her. With a sob she collapsed into my lap and seemed to cry all the way back to the city.  I stroked her hair and made wordless sympathetic sounds, relieved and guilty that I had survived and she had suffered.

Chapter Ten – Epilogue

It is now a little over six months later.

My six month and annual appraisals were impressive and when my year was up I was promoted and given a much wider role in analysis across the company.  I moved to a corner office and was entitled to my own PA.  I chose the older secretary, Natsuki, to get her away from her younger boss who was still tormenting her. He didn’t resist too hard and gave in after I let him take my bottom one last time.

Because now I no longer have to go to lunch at the Peach Blossom Hotel, at least not with staff or managers on my grade.  Only senior managers can insist on my presence and that happens only once a week or so.  Mr Ogoni who had taken such a shine to me at the gangbang is my most frequent partner.  And as senior managers they would lose face if they did not pay well.

I am still in my flat with Reika, but she no longer has to report on me to Mr Takashita.  I am now one of his direct reports and my bond to the company is now so solid that even if I wanted to I could never leave.

Thursday nights are now spent in the company of groups of senior managers at some exclusive club or another.  Occasionally Miss Yazuko will take me to another department in the company and make me show off my milky girl skills. She is always looking for some new way of tormenting me: bukkakes in my armpits or across my breasts, making me wear a modified snorkeling mask that allows my whole face to swim in a sea of sperm, drying a mask of sperm onto my face with a hair dryer and then pealing it off before making me eat it, wearing nose hooks to hold my nostrils open, eating dinner swimming in sperm and so many other weird ideas.  My DVD collection keeps growing.

But as my lunchtimes are now usually my own I can spend them at the noodle bar with other women from the office.  It is my favorite time of the day. Most often this includes Norika. She seems to have recovered well and I think being with me makes her feel less isolated.  She can talk to someone who knows what she has gone through.  I love being with her.

In fact, I love her.  And that is a whole new problem.

The End.

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Thank you for reading this and apologies for my errors of grammar and spelling.  Feel free to send your comments to surtea@live.co.uk. I am writing another story, but not set in Japan.

Surtea