Shamed Japanese Slaves

By Shabbadew2002

Contact me @:  shabbadew@ca.rr.com 

Nervous Days and Restless Nights

Junichi Muramatsu and his wife Asami both wanted the ordinary routines of life to be their destiny.  They saw themselves as a typical Japanese couple. Junichi had his teaching position at Todai University and Asami was a stay-at-home housewife.  They had friends, some savings and took a nice two-week vacation every year.  Their last vacation they went to Hawaii.  But, after five years of marriage they’d hit a wall.  Junichi had developed what started out as a mild case of premature ejaculation. And the more he became concerned about his “performance” the worse it became. And his wife’s response, her distant behavior, soon added to his problems.

Their sex life was soon a shambles. When they made love, it was unsatisfying for both of them.  Junichi tried to talk with Asami but this turned out to be a disaster.  He finally came to the realization that he did not have what it was required to satisfy Asami in the bedroom. And this affected his performance as a husband.  He occasionally tried to talk to her about what was happening between them when the mood was right, but it was not easy. 

Junichi had been conflicted to the point of real emotional pain by his wife’s emotional distance.  This contrasted strongly with the way he saw himself.  He felt he was a traditional Japanese man.   So, he did not go to a therapist but wrestled with his feelings with the goal of putting them in their place rather than understanding them.  After all, if he could not connect with his wife in their bedroom, did this not reflect on him as a man?

Asami was also suffering, but she was bedeviled by different demons.  And so, she began to see a therapist to sort out the tangled web of her sexual feelings.  She confessed to Dr. Kurata, her therapist, that while she loved her husband she was turned off sexually.  She admitted she wanted to avoid sex because her biggest fear was that she had unnatural desires and that Junichi would conclude that she was a pervert.

She confessed, “I daydream about sex.  And my sexual organs get hot and I flow much love juice. I am a miserable and woeful woman and still dream of being broken. I cannot stop these thoughts and the desires I still feel.  I dream about letting people see what I am. I imagine them watching me and seeing my true nature. My sex organs get wet very easily when I think of such things. Even in normal life, my body gets hot and I get horribly wet.  If I have sex with my husband now, I think I will get wet too much; and he will hate me. I think constantly of such things.

Every time I watch movies or read books - I imagine the characters having sex.  I eventually have to masturbate.  I daydream about being treated like a bad woman and then I am able to feel ecstasy.  So, I dream about being punished.  Now, I think about such things all the time.  I cannot stand it.   And I cannot help wanting to show my dirty soul.  I hate myself for this weakness.”

“Do you always imagine others controlling you?

“YES…cruel men. They treat me very rough and my love juice flows like a river. My sex organs never get dry.”

“I see.”

“Is this normal, Doctor?”

“It is normal to try and understand these feelings and how to integrate them into your life with your husband,” he told her.

This is what Asami could not do…

Trying to deal with his feelings, Junichi had turned to hardcore online pornography.  He tastes ran to bondage, bukkake, discipline and gang rape. He occasionally allowed himself to imagine his lovely, demure in such situations. He masturbated after watching these secretly on his office computer and his laptop.  Junichi, at 40, had turned into a chronic masturbator. 

The videos inflamed his imagination.  He had read some similar magazines and books in his youth. But now he became a regular online customer of one particular website that seemed to have just the scenarios that appealed to him. Women were abducted or roughly manipulated into sexual situations. Often these women were married and their husbands were unaware of what was happening. The women were subjected to every type of traditional Japanese humiliation torture: ropes, gagging, bukkake; and then rapes in their mouths, pussies and assholes by groups of men.

Coach Funakoshi

At Todai University where Junichi taught, there was a famous Judo team whose coach was Kenta Funakoshi.  He was a hugely powerful man with a thick neck in his early forties who wore his hair slicked back.  He was 180 centimeters tall and weighed 120 kilos, in his competitive days.  His two assistant coaches were Taiki and Tsuyoshi.  Taiki was big and dim-witted - a Korean who had also been a sumo wrestler.  Tsuyoshi was younger, slim, and wiry with a pock-marked face. What Junichi didn’t know was that Funakoshi was heavily into collecting university wives and girl students for his personal use as sex slaves.  He and his two assistants would zero in on a woman, dominate her and turn her into their own personal pet.

When Junichi brought Asami to a University cocktail party, Funakoshi, who had not seen her since an earlier function, remembered her and thought that she was very tasty indeed.  He also noted that husband and wife seemed disconnected.  He cornered Asami at the party and as she looked into his eyes, she realized he was the sort of man she feared and longed for.  She looked for her husband who was talking to the University president, but

he was pre-occupied.  She tried to get away, but Kenta Funakoshi was not a man to be deflected so easily.  He had marked her for conquest. 

He said to her, “We must get together and have a serious talk, Muramatsu San.”

There was something in his manner that made her panty wet.  She sipped her drink and tried not to tremble.  Asami was full-figured and tall for a Japanese woman.  Her youth, baby doll attractiveness and submissive personality made her perfect.  Funakoshi decided he would wait until her husband was out of town and he and his two assistants would pay her a visit. To rape a woman in her own home…in her own marital bed was his favorite sex activity. 

He found his cock stiffening.  His two goons soon drifted over and were soon smiling as they realized their boss had selected their next victim.  Funakoshi had already decided that Junichi was a cuckold husband who would do nothing and might even be one of those submissive Japanese men would be excited by having his wife sexed by others. He would soon find himself in the clutches of others again.

So, the die was cast and once again Asami was going to be put through another ordeal that would really test their relationship.  The two thuggish assistant coaches, Taiki and Tsuyoshi, licked their lips.  They were excited by having another piece of meat to abuse. 

Asami Gets a Visit

A week later, Junichi went to Osaka for a conference.  It was then that Funakoshi and his two assistants paid a call on Asami, late one afternoon.  She answered the door and was surprised to see them standing there.

“May we come in Muramatsu San,” Funakoshi asked politely? “I have something of importance to discuss with you.”

“Hmm….yes, of course, Funakoshi San,” she answered nervously.  She kept playing with her long black hair.  She was wearing a short black pleated mini-skirt, a white silk blouse and house slippers.  She looked so sweet and delectable.  

She cringed as the two younger men laughed sadistically at something Funakoshi said.  She invited them in and offered them tea.  She wondered why they were there, but she was like a deer caught in the headlights and knew, on some level, why they were there.

The conversation was polite at first, but then, Funakoshi’s eyes went hard and he motioned to Taiki, on his right, who came over and just slapped Asami with an open hand.  She reared back in shock with her hand covering her reddened cheek.  Then, the man grabbed her by the ear and yanked her head around like you’d do to a disobedient child.  Asami became instantly submissive at this…..  A second slap across her face left her whimpering.  A third slap and tears welled in her eyes.  Asami was stunned into submission. 

“Muramatsu San, you and I understand one another. You’re going to cooperate.  Isn’t that right?” 

Asami, shocked and stunned by the turn of events, was both frightened and aroused. She had been guiltily thinking about him ever since the cocktail party.  His two assistants stood up and moved to stand behind her chair.  She stood up and the two assistants grabbed her. She began struggling, but it was no use. They overpowered her.  She soon went limp.  Funakoshi was grinning lewdly at her, and she felt her panty dampen under his gaze. 

Asami blushed and kept her head down as Funakoshi stood up chuckling.  Asami’s breathing was noticeable.  Then, she stole a glance at Funakoshi.  His eyes showed excitement. A thought crossed her mind that he was a total pervert.  Asami blushed and felt a swarm of butterflies in her stomach.  Her mind was racing.  His face showed his mind. And in the end, she began her   decent into a sexual ordeal.  Junichi would be turned into a cuckold… forced to watch his wife turned into a slut… and subjected to repeated humiliations….. 

Asami would be forced into every type of nasty sexual act that can be done to a woman.  These would be forced on her.  She began to realize that her deepest, darkest longings were going to find an outlet.  Asami nervously squeezed her thighs together.  Tsuyoshi made a couple of pelvic thrusts and all three men laughed.  Asami blushed.  It was at this point that the men let her go and Funakoshi ordered Asami to lift her skirt.  She bit her lip.  When he barked at her a second time, she reached down and pulled up her skirt a few inches.

“Higher…show us your panty.”

Tsuyoshi pulled a chair over and sat down so that his head came up to the level of her groin.

“Let’s see if she’s got a hot pussy.  Tsuyoshi San . . . see if you can get her all steamed up,” Funakoshi said.

Grinning lewdly, Tsuyoshi reached out and slowly ran his hand up the smooth insides of her thighs, until he reached her crotch.  He then looked over at Funakoshi and smiled sadistically.  Asami held her breath….and closed her eyes…feeling humiliated as she was cruelly displayed and now just a toy.

Tsuyoshi rubbed her plump mound forcing a moan.   He slapped her thighs to make her spread her legs.  This gesture, and having to stand there holding up her skirt, while a strange, ugly man stroked her pussy lips, moving forward to diddle the bud, got to Asami.  Her pussy soon grew hotter and wetter and her clitoris swelled to a full erection.  Electric, erotic sensations sizzled through her loins; she wanted it to stop; yet she strangely…she hoped it wouldn't…. 

“Pull down your panty.”

Asami, with trembling fingers, complied.  Tsuyoshi pulled them off her feet as she raised one leg at a time.  He examined the crotch, smelled it and then grinning, showed it to her.  There was a big wet spot in the crotch.  She had creamed them.  He made her smell the crotch and then handed them to Taiki, who smelled them and grinned.  He spread her ass cheeks, exposing her anus and spreading her pussy lips.  He moved to her pussy, touching the wet flaps.  Now, with her hairy womanhood on display… he had her spread her legs again.   He worked his way through the parted labia. 

He found her sexhole oozing heavily and rubbed the slime all over her labia.  He rubbed up and down on the right side of her clitoris….all then ran his finger all the way down to the hole….gathering up the juice and then spreading it…..Soon, he began masturbating her for real….strumming her clitoris hood…. slowly at first and then faster.

Asami tried to control herself, but the tension she was under made her thighs quiver and a long, low moan escaped her lips.  She tried to hold herself still, but found that she couldn’t help but wriggle her hips as she was masturbated.  Soon, Taiki got his finger in her drooling sex hole.  And before long, he had a second finger buried in her clenching sex-hole. He turned her around and palm down began frigging her hard.  Seeing her PUSSY respond, he began frigging her urethral sponge until she gushed.  He withdrew his fingers and held up them up for everyone to see.  Asami involuntarily went red in the face. She was wetting herself like a slut.

She was feeling incredibly hot.  As he masturbated her…in front of the others……. she began to feel very submissive and whatever resistance she had melted.  She felt a growing urge to ‘cum’.  Now, the feeling was irresistible and she squirmed and writhed.

‘Oh, what is happening to me’, thought Asami.  ‘Why do I feel pleasure now? But I can't stop myself. His fingers are driving me crazy . . .  in my vagina.  It is wet and hot.  I am so humiliated.’

“Cum for us now,” Funakoshi crooned at her.

At that point….Asami felt it building up in her stomach and all thru her loins. ‘Oh…oh, here it comes,’ she thought to herself…. As Taiki stroked her swollen urethral pad, her toes tightened in her shoes...and Asami came again – hard.  A gush of pussy juice spewed forth….to soak his fingers….wet her thighs and drool down her legs…..

‘I just climaxed again with this man touching me’, Asami thought to herself. ‘OH, MY!’

“Lick his fingers slut,” Funakoshi said…

Taiki brought his fingers to her mouth, and made her lick her juices off his fingers. Funakoshi stood there laughing at her . . . .

“You’re a slut…you’re just a slut,” he laughed.

He was laughing now as Asami used her tongue to lap up her own vaginal juices.  Taiki stuck his finger in her mouth and Asami began to suck on it like it was a nipple.

Asami thought to herself, ‘I can’t believe how wet my pussy is. I am flowing like a river. They order me to get undressed . . . . I feel like I’m in a trance.  I feel so exposed and vulnerable.  I am completely ashamed. But I need these feelings. My heart is pounding. They say nothing as their eyes focus on my breasts.  I look down and my nipples are sticking out. I feel like a whore. 

I realize I am showing everyone I am a masochist and everyone can see my true self.  As they lead me to our bedroom I know they are enjoying my naked body.  I can do nothing; I am so humiliated. Tsuyoshi walks around me and I see he’s got a cell phone camera, circling around me. You are going to be a star, he says to me.  I just nod.  He points it at me as they all watch me.’

“Spread your legs, Asami.” 

‘I whimper as soon my pussy is exposed.  Now, he zeros in on my pussy with his camera.  I feel so exposed and humiliated. He gets down on his knees and puts the camera inches from my hot, wet sex organ. I hear crude words from all over the room, and I know he is getting a close-up of my wet pussy. I can’t believe is happening to me . . . . It feels like someone else.’

“Play with yourself and make yourself cum.”

‘I slide my hand down to my pussy and start to touch myself. I spread my legs and rub myself. My legs are twitching as I feel myself building up to a climax. I open my eyes to see him staring at me. I’m naked, my legs are spread, and my hand is between my legs rubbing my pussy.

My nipples are hard and my breasts are flopping around.  I can't believe what I’m feeling. Why am I doing this? Why am I humiliating myself like this?  My vagina gets wetter and wetter.  I grunt. I can't hold it anymore. I throw my head back and rub myself even harder and faster. I hear myself moaning in pleasure. My love juices dribble down between my cheeks. Oh, here comes another one.  My body convulses, and another orgasm hits me, this one stronger than the first.  I squirt and some of it goes everywhere...all over the sheets….the rest drips down my buttocks.  I can hear my fingers wet and squishy.  My legs go weak, and I have to concentrate to keep from passing out.’

They then began to slap her face, softening her up for their assault.  They made her bend over a chair with her hands on the seat, offering up her ass.  Then they went to work on her…. Tsuyoshi unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers…. revealing a rampant erection. His cock was long, slim and curved upward like a banana.  He approached Asami…pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the bulbous head of his cock over her pussy lips and hole. 

Then he put it at the opening and applied pressure.  Asami opened up taking the head and then the shaft.  She felt stretched in all directions, yet the dick was still not in.  He pulled his dick out and thrust it back in.  This was repeated three times before he was in to the hilt.  Asami let out a prolonged and loud groan.   Her moans excited Tsuyoshi and he began to pile drive her, taking her breath away, pins and needles shot through her and she could feel herself building to a crescendo.  He fucked her for several minutes…and his pal got some great shots from behind with his camera. 

Asami soon felt him stiffen, then his cock began to pulse and finally she felt a gush as his semen filled her.   Tsuyoshi withdrew his softening penis and cum dribbled to the floor.  Funakoshi took his place; he grabbed Asami's hair and using it like reins began to ride her. The room reverberated to the sound of wet flesh slapping as Asami's own wetness and the cum worked its way all over his pussy as he just held her by the hips and rammed it into her as hard as he could. 

She felt totally controlled as he was a big man unlike her husband.  He made her feel very small, vulnerable and female as he lay on her fully with his weight.  After that, he got back on his knees and held her thighs and humped her madly. He soon made Asami cum.  There was no mistaking it…from the sounds she made….Asami had a very nice orgasm. 

Finally Taiki took his turn.  Asami came again as he came, pumping deep inside her.  It was the Korean who finally drove her into continuous orgasm.  She felt like she was not in her body and a strange relaxation come over her.  They took turns throughout the afternoon fucking her on the bed….on her back; and from behind with her on her knees and elbows. 

By the time she’d taken many loads of hot semen in her pussy, each stroke now began to sound like a suction pump due to the amount of cum and her own juiciness; this gave Asami new sensations, again a massive shiver went through her body. By the time Funakoshi shuddered through his third ejaculation….. Asami was in sexual heaven or hell.  She laid face down panting, her face flushed her legs felt weak and warmth encompassed her body.  She thought about Junichi, she had betrayed him; she was a slut, a whore.  A great sadness came over her and tears began to well in her eyes. 

Just then, Tsuyoshi, sporting a full erection again, grabbed her butt cheeks….spread them wide, and worked some of the cum around the anus and then he spit on her shit-hole to wet it some more. He started to work his long banana cock into her tight hole.  Asami was no anal virgin and had already experienced sexual ecstasy that way. 

Her eyes flew open…. She turned her head to look at him….. As the man sweating, worked his cock into her.  She was tight and if it wasn't for his all hard erection he wouldn't have been able to do it, yet with steady pressure and the lubrication of all the cum and his saliva on her shit-hole…. his cock popped in.  It hurt Asami at first, yet the

pain was good and it wasn't long before she was groaning lustfully to the new sensations.  Tsuyoshi came, spurting cum into her bowels.

Afterwards, lying with her thigh open, Funakoshi scooped up some of the mess oozing from her reddened, swollen pussy and showing it to her first, brought it to her mouth and presenting it…made her lick it off his fingers.  Asami moaned as she was made to do this….Then, he grabbed Asami's hair and pulled her up…. and cum gushed out of her.  She glanced down at the pool of cum on the sheets.

Then, they made her stand up....naked and wet.  Funakoshi directed Taiki and Tsuyoshi to take her by the arms and lead her to stand in front of him.  Asami stood there…. feeling frightened, excited and humiliated.  Her pussy dripped her juices and the men’s semen, her nipples were erect.

“Show me your dirty hole, slut…”

They made Asami stand with her legs spread and display herself.  They all enjoyed her reddened inner thighs and the cum smeared everywhere. Her pussy and asshole were drooling cum; her labia were swollen to twice their normal size…and her clitoris was engorged and peeking out of its hood.  Asami’s hair was a mess and her nipples were still swollen. She looked like she was out of it.  She tried to say something, but Funakoshi held up his hand to silence her. Instead he made her say that she was a ‘dirty slut’.

With that, he laughed and made Asami get on her knees….Taiki waggled his cock. Asami was totally mesmerized by the man’s equipment.  It was much longer and thicker than her husband’s prick.  It looked like a big cucumber. She felt lightheaded as Funakoshi ordered her to hold and suck it.

It looked and felt enormous in her small hand.  Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at the cock just inches from her face. She looked up at Taiki’s grinning moron face for a moment, then back down at the cock she hefted in her hand.  It had an effect on her; she hated herself, but her clitoris was erect, against her will.  Funakoshi looked at Asami’s nakedness…kneeling on the floor and felt pleasure that he was able to ensnare another submissive female. 

Wet, slurping sounds brought his attention back to Asami’s face. As he watched, she moaned, moving her head slowly as she licked and slobbered up and down the length of the long shaft. Then, Taiki told her to, ‘lick my nuts’.  Moving her head lower, at his command, she carefully ran her soft, pink tongue all over his heavy ball sack, gently laving at the apricot-sized testicles bulging inside. The big Korean grunted in satisfaction….

With both hands, he grabbed Asami's hair, pulling her head back and up a bit. He looked directly into her face. Asami looked up at him and nodding when he told her to ‘suck it’….her small, wet-lipped, pouty mouth opened….getting ready to take in the head of his snake. She shot out her tongue, pink, pointed, and ran it over her full lips several times.

‘I have this desire deep inside of me. I want to suck a DIRTY COCK THAT HAS BEEN IN MY CUNT IN FRONT OF MY HUSBAND,’ she thought.  ‘I desire the taste and feel of a cock in my mouth.  My mouth is wet and waiting.  I want my husband to see my shame and not turn away from me.

I am on my knees.  The cock is right in front of my face. It is big.  Bigger than my husband’s.  I am afraid of it, but I open my mouth and take it in. I can feel how hot it is in my mouth.  I wrap my lips around it and it begins thrusting it in and out.  The hard, hot cock feels good in my mouth. As it gets bigger and harder it hits the back of my throat and I feel I am going to gag.  It keeps going into me.  I am grabbed by my hair and it is forced into my mouth faster and deeper.  The cock swells and throbs and I respond to the crude words.’

Taiki let go of her hair and brought the head of his dick in line with her mouth.  He fed the fat, purple knob of his dick-head into her waiting mouth. He grunted as he watched her working her mouth down his shaft a little at a time, bobbing her head forward and back as she went. Eventually she managed to swallow half of his cock, stretching her poor mouth.

Holding her by her hair….her head steady…. he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. Despite its large intrusion into her mouth, Asami nonetheless did her best to please him, making noisy, slobbering, sounds as she bobbed her head up and down. It was all music to Taiki’s ears and he began to speed up his movements a bit. He groaned; he loved face-fucking women.

“Junichi’s slut wife looks good with a cock in her mouth,” Tsuyoshi said to Funakoshi.

Asami, hearing this, groaned and felt herself melting…The session that afternoon came to a close, but not before Funakoshi dragged Asami by her hair to the shower, made her kneel and then he aimed his cock at her.  She stared at him, nervous and wondering what else he was going to do.

“You have been such a slut this afternoon that the only thing left to do is to piss on you.”

Asami’s eyes flew open. She was shocked speechless. She put her hands up to her mouth and gasped.  As she watched him, like a bird eyes the snake, he took shook his cock and concentrated.  Soon, it began erupting, tentative at first and then more forcefully.  He aimed at her cleavage and her belly. And when she groaned in shame, he lifted his cock and began pissing right on her face.  She tried to cover her whole face with her two hands, but he barked at her to drop them. 

With her hands at her sides, she had to endure his hosing her down with his acrid piss.  She kept her eyes tightly closed and when his stream hit her nostrils, she gagged and began sputtering.  He laughed and made sure to cover her from her hairline to her chin. When he was finished she began sobbing softly, feeling the humiliation.  But, it was not over and Taiki and Tsuyoshi took turns urinating on her. Taiki focused on her tits and her crotch, telling her he was washing all the dirty cum off her.  Tsuyoshi pissed right on her face, like his boss.  They left her kneeling in the shower as they dressed and left.

The Exercise Bike

“Asami, come down to the gym today at 3pm,” Funakoshi told her over the phone. “And dress in clothes to do some exercise,” he told her.

He had been paying her visits at least once a week.  One night he even came over for a “social visit” and sat sipping beer with her husband, who was as surprised as she was shocked.  They both taught at the University, but a Professor of Marine Biology and a Judo coach traveled in different circles and hardly ever interacted.  But for Funakoshi it was a prime opportunity to humiliate Asami.  She had to be polite and serve beer to him and her husband. 

When Junichi went to the bathroom to relieve himself, Funakoshi made Asami lift up her skirt and felt her pussy through her panty.  When he had mortified her sufficiently, he let her go.  When her husband came back into the room, it was as if nothing had happened.  But if he had been more observant, he would have seen the humiliation in his wife’s eyes.

The terrible irony of that night was that Funakoshi had fucked her earlier that day in their bedroom.  Fucking her roughly and making her cum.  Then playing with her cum filled pussy and making her say she was a ‘dirty cunt’....a ‘whore’. Fresh from that humiliation, to be molested with her husband in their apartment, was a new violation.

On this day, however, he had Asami come to the gym.  When she arrived, the team had already headed for the showers and only Taiki and Tsuyoshi were there.  Asami had worn a sport bra, cotton panties, running shorts, a sleeveless top and a pink “hoodie”, white running shoes and pink ankle socks.  She came into the gym very wary. 

“Ah, Asami….  Come here,” the Coach said with a grin.

He took her over to an exercise bike. 

“Lock the doors,” he said turning to Taiki.

“I think you need some exercise. It’s good for the figure,” he said to her, chuckling.

He had her take off the hoodie, her shoes and socks; then he and Tsuyoshi got her on the bike.  Her feet went all the way into the pedal “toe clips” and Tsuyoshi used a strap to bind her ankles in such a way that she wasn’t able to remove her feet from the pedals.  Then Funakoshi made her hold the hand grips.  He used straps to bind her wrists.

“Now, you ride,” he said to her leering.

He switched on the machine and set a mild pace for her.  They left her on the machine for 10 or 15 minutes.  She had to pedal and work her upper body too.   Each hand grip was attached to a spar connected to the bike’s front wheel.  Soon, in the hot confines of the gym, she began to sweat.  Funakoshi came over.

“Comfortable,” he asked her?

“Why are you doing this,” she asked him plaintively?

“Exercise is good for you. You need to exercise something other than your dirty cunt,” he said insultingly.

With that he turned the dial on the machine to a higher setting. Now Asami had to really work her leg muscles as well as her arms and shoulders to keep up. The machine forced her to turn the pedals and push/pull on the hand grips, strapped as she was.  And with each passing minute she had to work her straining muscles harder.  She began to pant and then called over to Funakoshi to let her off the infernal device.  He came over solicitous with inquiry written on his heavy face. 

“What do you want,” he asked her?

“Please let me off,” she said.

He reached over and switched off the machine.  She heaved a sigh of relief. She expected he would release her from the machine, but he made her stand up on the pedals.  Then, he and Taiki, who had come over, pulled down her shorts and then her panties, exposing her.  Asami gasped and with Taiki holding her firm, Funakoshi pulled out a purple gizmo from his jacket pocket. 

“Know what this is,” he asked her smirking?

She stared, but wasn’t sure what it was.  It was a rubbery looking, U-shaped, purple probe mounted on a half-moon shaped base.  One length of the inside was covered with knobby protrusions.   It was a silicone G-spot and clitoral stimulator.  And it was long enough to be an Epicenter stimulator as well.  It was operated by a remote control that activated the motor mounted on one side of the “U”.  The remote was flat, black and rectangular shaped with a thumb operated switch and a small red bulb to indicate it was “on” mounted on one corner.

“It goes in your pussy, slut,” he told her.  Taiki made sure she stayed still enough for Funakoshi to work one end into her vagina.  She was sweating profusely and she had already creamed her panty even before she got to the gym - anticipating some sexual humiliation and abuse.  So, the Coach had no problem getting the device into her sexhole, which was already wet.  Once it was inserted, the other end pressed alarmingly up against her clitoris, still covered by its hood. There was a small metal protrusion on that end and this contained the vibrator.

Both men unceremoniously pulled up her panty and her shorts trapping the device.  But to be sure, with one end of the “U” deep in her hole, and the other end pressing up against her vulva, it wasn’t going anywhere.  They sat her down and Coach switched on the machine to get her working again.  They watched for just a moment and then Coach turned up the machine to make her work harder.  Then he stepped back and stood in front of her and held up the remote. 

Grinning sadistically, he thumbed the switch and instantly, the device was alive in Asami’s pussy hole.  Throbbing like a living thing, it rubbed against the urethral “pad” in her vagina and vibrated against her clitoris.  She tried to jump up off the seat, but her bonds wouldn’t permit it. He kept the device “on” and Asami writhed and squirmed like an eel on a hook.  All the while she had to push and pull the handles and pedal too.

“Now comes the real fun,” he announced to her.  “If you slow down, the pedals are “electrified” and you’ll get a nasty shock.”

Asami barely understood.  What did he mean, “electrified”?  But as time passed, she would come to a sharp understanding. In the meantime, Funakoshi kept entertaining himself and his assistants by switching the vibrator on and off.  Asami reactions were very amusing.  She yelped and wriggled every time he switched on the vibrator.  As she rode more, she sweated like a racehorse and panted like a hunted animal. 

It was inevitable that she would tire and slow down.  And when she did, she got a sharp shock in the soles of her feet.  She shrieked.  Wanting to avoid being shocked again, she silently vowed not to slow down again.  This went on for a moment; until Coach gave her pussy another jolt and she came unglued.  She was getting closer to cumming and every time he did that, she slowed down and then got a shock.  All of this was doing something to her mind as well as her body.

Coach kept her at it, working her pussy with the deeply embedded purple vibrator and letting the machine “zap” her when she slowed down.  When she finally came, she felt the shocks go up her legs into her crotch as the device, turned now to the highest of its four settings, drove her into a mind-numbing cum.  She passed out and they had to grab her as she sagged and then just collapsed.

Afterwards, they took her to the Coach’s office, a dim cubby hole with a low ceiling behind the gym.  They put her on her knees and made her suck some cock.  First Coach, then Taiki and finally Tsuyoshi took his turn.  One thing that Asami didn’t know, but Junichi had heard in whispered rumors was that being a male judoka on the Todai Judo team had some undisclosed benefits. 

It was rumored that Coach provided acquiescent girls to “relieve” his players of their youthful sexual tension.  Stories were told of co-eds that the Coach had ensnared who gave favored male team members blowjobs.  Lesser studs were occasionally allowed to subject some hapless female to a debasing bukkake session. And rumors swirled about one or two of the 25 female judokas on the team as well. 

It was said that female team members who were Korean were often singled out for humiliation.  If a Korean girl failed to perform on the mat as expected, Coach would inevitably call her out and berate her in front of the team.  To really humiliate her he would make her wear one of the male team member’s sweaty jock straps on her head as a “thinking cap” for the rest of the afternoon. 

That year, the female team member who had been singled out was a chubby first year Korean, named Kyung-Soon.  She was not a great judo talent and when she flubbed assignments, Coach jumped on her hard.  Finding her well disposed to discipline, he kept ratcheting up the punishments.  Finally, one day he brought her into his office and used a flat wooden paddle on her ample bottom.  That first time she was wearing her Gi and her panties, but the next time, he made her take off her clothes and paddled her bare-assed.  It didn’t take long before she was on her knees sucking his cock and then his assistants’ cocks too.

Asami, sweaty and exhausted after she gave Coach, Taiki and Tsuyoshi blowjobs, thought she was done. She had gotten to her feet; and then there was a knock at the door.  Embarrassed, wet and sloppy from her ordeal, Asami was shocked as four boys, the top four member of the team, piled into the small office. 

Coach introduced her.  Asami was horrified to be introduced to these boys.  It wouldn’t take long for the word to get around that she was a professor’s wife.  She was shamed beyond belief, as Coach was making public her status as a slut.  The boys immediately found her exciting given her baby-doll face and cute figure.  Her hair was in pig-tails and she was dressed in school girl exercise garb.

When the Coach gave the signal, the four boys surrounded her and began to tease her. And when she protested their abusive teasing, the team captain, a hulking light-heavyweight, slapped her. He then told one of the others to give her a “wedgie”.  Asami looked at the bulge in his pants and listened to his words.  She knelt there frozen. But the slap across her cheek brought her back to reality.

The boys pulled down her shorts and the boy told to give her the “wedgie” grabbed the back of her panty and wedged it up her ass, leaving her butt exposed.  Asami began whimpering and this was a cue for the boy to pull the material in her crack harder and hold it there. With every whimper or moan, the wedgie got more painful. Asami thought her panties would tear or rip, he was pulling on it so hard.  Then, the Coach brought out the paddle.

He gave is number two boy the paddle. When Asami made any sound, a whimper, a cry, moaned or screamed the boy pulling on her panties yanked harder and pulled the “wedgie” back and forth in her crack. The boy with the paddle took a swing right after that.  Asami whimpered with every swat of the paddle. Not only were her buttocks sore when they were done, but her crack and asshole were very tender so that it hurt to wipe herself after she had a bowel movement that night.  Funakoshi pulled down her top and pulled her tits our of her bra to expose them for the boy’s delight. All four found her apple-sized tits very arousing and were thrilled when the
Coach allowed each boy to feel them, making Asami moan.

Then it was time for her to suck some cock.  The Team Captain took hold of his zipper and pulled it down.  He fished inside his pants and pulled his hard cock out. Without hesitating, Asami wrapped her lips around his cock and began using the skill she had recently learned. Her eyes were closed, trying to block out what she was doing. When she opened them, Asami saw everyone watching her on her knees in the middle of the small room sucking a cock.

Most of what Asami heard was crude mocking taunts like ‘slut’ and ‘cocksucker’.  Asami tried to block it out, but she couldn't. How could she? She was married and had become a cock-sucking slut... and in her own mind much worse. Not that long ago, although to Asami it seemed like a lifetime ago, she had been a respectable wife who avoided putting her husband's prick into her mouth because she thought it was demeaning.

But now she was on her knees sucking a strange boy’s cock with others watching.  Asami kept sucking and licking the boy’s cock he grabbed her head.  Asami was now experienced enough to know what that meant.  She readied herself, and then swallowed the sperm as it flooded her mouth. When the boy stopped cumming, he pulled away and stuffed his cock into his pants. A pair of hands grabbed her head and a new cock was presented to her.  This was the boy who paddled her.  He was a rising middleweight star and nice-looking.

“Kiss it, you slut,” he taunted her, showing a cruel streak.

He made her give him wet sucking kisses all over his cock and balls. When he was nice and hard, he stuck it in her mouth and began face-fucking her nice and slow.  Her saliva began to flow heavily and this made Asami feel more submissive. She loved the feeling of having her mouth used like her pussy.  She gagged, drooled and was obedient to his wishes.  He told her to put her tongue right along the bottom of his cock shaft.  He instructed her to lick the tip to catch the drooling pre-cum there and she got his whole ball sack wet with her mouth and tongue.

And when he approached his precious moment, he made her suck it hard and when he came, at the very end he pulled out to spurt some on her nose, lips and chin.  He grinned at this, and Asami could hear the other three boys’     words of praise at how he had violated her. The other two boys went fairly quickly, but the last boy, eager to show off, with an average sized cock, but very hard.

To encourage her to do her best, the boy began pinching, pulling and twisting her nipples through her top.  He wagged his cock around – already nice and hard and Asami began worshipping his cock.  Slowly, sweetly and with soft, sucking kisses and wet licks up and

down the shaft.  She licked up the pre-cum from his leaking piss-slit – and finally sucking it, she gave him maximum pleasure. 

Coach came over to stand right next to the boy who had his head back, with his eyes closed as Asami fellated him.  She looked over to steal a glance at the last boy’s cock and balls.  Their cocks were so different.  The last boy’s was smaller, with a slim brown shaft and a pinkish-gray knob.  His balls were in a loose sack.  The veins were prominent and his pubic hair was long and sparse.  The boy she was sucking…his cock was longer and thicker with a long turtleneck of a foreskin and a smelly, wet, purple cockhead. 

His balls were contained in a very tight sack.  He had very little pubic hair.  The last boy, small…a lightweight, showing his impatience, shoved his cock in her face and made her lick all around the head, underneath his foreskin and cleaning the cheesy deposits, the smegma, there.  She smelled the musky odor.  He was soon dribbling pre-cum like the other boy.  It had a slippery, silky feel to it, and was surprisingly sweet.

As she went from one stiff cock to the other, to everyone’s surprise, Asami began moaning, showing her excitement.  This was, of course, another humiliation. The professor’s wife was showing her arousal at her degradation.  Taiki and Tsuyoshi watched transfixed as she took in more of each boy’s cock so that soon it was right at the entrance to her throat; so much so that her eyes watered, she choked and gagged over and over again. 

When both boys came within a moment of each other she was almost drowned- there was so much cum.  Asami, perversely, enjoyed the rape of her mouth.  When these last two came, they just flooded her mouth.  It was like they were pissing …..There was so much semen. When all four boys left, Asami looked over at the Coach.

“Can I leave now, Funakoshi San,” she asked plaintively?

“No…..I have a special surprise for you. My boys have been working very hard lately. And I want to reward them. Especially the lower ranks. And today you’re going to give them a “treat”.”

“No more please, Funakoshi San. I am so tired now. I must rest.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do any work this time, slut. I promised my boys they could bukkake a mature married slut.  And that’s you.”

“Bukkake, oh no, I have heard of that. It is degrading.  It is a punishment!’

“Just fit for someone like you, Asami,” Funakoshi said to her gravely.

Bukkake

It was a punishment originating in Feudal Japan. A wife accused of adultery was punished by having a group of men masturbate and cum on her face. The reasoning was this: if you're taking it from someone else, you're going to get it from everyone. The intense humiliation of having all the male villagers degrade her by discharging semen on her face and naked body sometimes drove the woman into exile.  It’s said that sometimes the woman was nearly drowned, there was so much.

It was a degrading tradition and more prevalent in remote villages. If a husband suspected that his wife had been unfaithful, he and his friends would take her forcibly to a remote area, like the woods, or a cave.  Then they would all ejaculate on her face and open mouth.

Or, the adulteress would be lead to the town center, and tied to a post in a kneeling position. All the men in the village would take turns masturbating on her. Paper screens were sometimes used to shield the men, so that only the adulteress could be seen. Sometimes the adulteress would be forced to strip naked and paraded through the village before being subjected to the humiliation.

Asami didn’t know all this, but she had heard the term. Funakoshi made her strip to the waist. She was already in the right position, sitting on her ankles.  Suddenly, there was a commotion at the door.  Tsuyoshi had gone to the door and when he opened it, there was the noise from dozens of boys on the other side.  Coach stepped forward and went to the door. He barked at the line up and instantly the crowd shut up.

He called them into a quick huddle and gave them the drill.  He had lined up a married woman for them.  A pretty married woman.  They would do their duty and jerk off on her face and tits.  Each boy was bound by his own desire and need and they would form a line based upon that.  ‘No pushing or jostling’, he told them. 

The Coach knew it was a powerful bonding moment for the boys. He had treated most of them last semester to such a ritualistic moment.  Having his boys’ discharge their precious seed on a slut was a “rite-of-passage” in the Coach’s mind.  And he would make sure that it was rewarding for them.  He knew that Asami, with her deep-seated need for humiliation, was just about perfect. Actually, this semester, he was fortunate in that he had Kyung-Soon, the new girl on the squad.  Korean and very, very submissive.  And now, as a contrast, an older, more sophisticated and beautiful professor’s wife.  They could not look more different, in his mind.  Kyung-Soon was a little homely.  Her black hair was cut fairly short, in a page-boy style with bangs. 

She was somewhat dark complexioned, plump with short limbs, small hands and feet, full, round thighs, fat, hanging tits, huge dark brown nipples, a big, fat ass and just a light growth of hair in her armpits.  She had a full, fat Venus mound with a nice mat of straight black pubic hair, but there was very little on her sex lips or around her asshole.  She had a little round “piggy” face with full lips and deeply slanted eyes. 

Asami was tall, slim with classic curves, alabaster white skin, beautiful upturned breasts capped by near perfect nipples.  She was hairy between her legs and in her armpits. Her face was oval and her features were even and beautifully proportioned.  She had long slim fingers and feet.  She could have been a model with her long hair tinted in the favorite color of so many Japanese females: chestnut brown.

What united the two was a deeply rooted desire for humiliation combined with strong sex drives.  The perfect combination for a female slave.  Funakoshi planned to use both women to the fullest.  And now, it was Asami’s turn to experience what he had already put Kyung-Soon through.  The 18-year old had been forced to kneel in the garden just outside his apartment while his auto mechanic and all the workmen from the garage, as well as most of the members of a friend’s Judo club came on her face and tits.  Coach thought she liked it when he used his fingers at the end to wipe up semen and present it to her to swallow.  She licked his fingers clean after each slimy deposit was offered to her.  She was a real slut….

“Please do not do this to me.  Do not disgrace me. I am the wife of Professor Muramatsu.  Please do not shame me,” Asami begged, when he told her what awaited her.

“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll put you back on the bike. Now, you don’t want that do you?”

Asami groaned at the thought.  As she knelt there, Funakoshi ordered her to put her hands behind her head, and she began sobbing.  She knew it was a terrible indignity - the most personal of degradations.  Boys would ejaculate on her face, until she was covered and coated like a slut.  She shuddered thinking about this supreme humiliation. 

And deep down, stirring in her soul, she felt a sliver of longing…some craving for this degradation too.  The Coach grinned evilly as he looked down with Asami kneeling there.  Tsuyoshi let the boys start filing into the room.  The first boy got right in front of her and stood with legs apart in an exaggerated stance.  Then he took out his cock.

Asami looked down after they had made eye contact.  She stared as he took hold of his uncircumcised cock.  She was fascinated and couldn’t help looking.  She could not help staring the way a bird, trying to avoid the gaze of the snake, is compelled to look.  His cock was almost fully engorged and hard.  Asami stared as he began frigging it close to her face; soon, there was a drop of pre-cum at the tip.

Laughing and joking, he boasted to the boy behind him he would “drown” her.  He grunted and began jerking his cock in earnest.  He soon went, “uh…uh…uhhhh,” and began to spurt.  Asami stared at his penis, so close to her face…she watched him jerking it…the piss slit opening and closing; the foreskin capping and uncapping the helmet.  Then she closed her eyes, as he seemed to be getting close to ejaculating.

When he began spurting, the hot, pearly stream splashed against her lips.  And then he hosed her nose and cheeks.  Soon, the next boy treated Asami to the same mortifying debasement, all over her face and mouth.  When he was done and shaking the drops off, Asami’s face was slimed.  Another erection quickly appeared inches from her face.  Coach stood behind her and made sure she kept her head up and her face forward.

In a moment, another hot stream hit her forehead, over the bridge of her nose and drooled down.  Asami moaned as she was coated with semen.  A smaller spurt splattered across her upper lip; drops were shaken off on her hair and forehead.  Almost immediately, another boy from the other side deposited a big load on her.  Cum start to run down onto her mouth.  When one boy was jerking off.... huffing and puffing, working his cock, those who waited their turn - joked and laughed. 

Their young full balls promised heavy loads.  Two and sometimes even three boys now crowded her at a time.  When more than one ejaculated, Asami felt like she was drowning.  The semen splashed all over her face, coating her eyelids, getting in her nostrils and her mouth.  The rest ran down.  Inevitably, Coach ordered her to open her mouth, and she swallowed lots of clumpy semen making her salivate, choke and gasp.  Coach kept talking to her in a low voice.

“You are a whore.  This is what you are.  You need to have men cum on you.  Keep your face up, slut.  Tell me you are a whore.”

“I...I am a whore.”

“SAY - I LOVE CUM............tell me whore.  Say, I LOVE CUM!”

“I ....I...l...love cum!”

There were so many boys, and their hands and cocks became a blur as they jerked off; and reaching their precious moment, hosed her. Semen coated her forehead. It was clumpy in her hair….on her eyelids and cheeks, her nose, lips and chin…all dripping down onto her cupcake tits.  Just when Asami thought it was over, another boy stepped up, jerked off and came on her.  Seconds later another blast splattered her face and ran in lumpy streams down her face.

Asami submissively tilted her head back, licked her lips and swallowed, when Coach told her to do so.  She became a slut for cum.  There were hot streams of semen running down onto her shorts, soiling them.  Funakoshi told her to open her mouth repeatedly.  And soon, she took some of the boys’ right in her mouth and sucked on their cocks until they spurted or after they had cum…she sucked them clean.  She swallowed a lot of cum.  There was so much she began to feel queasy. 

Tsuyoshi had taken out his cell phone and using the built-in camera began taking pictures of her sucking cock and taking loads on her face. Cautioned by the Coach, he made sure not to photograph any boy’s face or anything which could identify him.  But he got lots of clear pictures of Asami’s decent into bukkake hell. The flashes from his camera phone became a constant punctuation to the nasty proceedings.

When two or more spurted at the same time, Asami gagged as their slimy loads filled her mouth too fast.  She gagged and this reinforced her submission.  The lower ranking boys lined up two or three at a time now.  Her predicament elicited much laughter and jokes.  Many of them took particular pleasure in calling her names and mocking her.  It was not a “romantic” encounter.

As one big 16 year old with a big cock fucked her face, she began gagging and then vomited.  A big gush of foamy whitish-yellow slop spewed from her mouth to splash all over the floor.  When she finished throwing up, the boy forced his cock back in her mouth to continue face-fucking her.  He soon came and she gagged and coughed.  The load flew out of her mouth in a torrent....a wet, nasty cough.... thick strings of her saliva mixed with his pearl jam.

Asami ended up with her hair, face, neck, and shorts dirty, bespattered and wet with hot cum and vomit.  When it was over, thirty-six boys had cum on her.  Asami felt totally debased and degraded.  She had learned just how masochistic she was.  She was a mess: her eyes were red and swollen from the semen which stung.  Worst of all, she felt very hot and wet in her pussy from being humiliated and debased. 

As a climax, Coach made her masturbate for the boys.  Funakoshi made her pull down her shorts and panty and sit in a chair with her heels on the edge and play with her pussy.  She was so hot, that she came in no time by rubbing her clitoris and piss flaps like a madwoman. When she came she howled like a Siamese cat in heat.  She was so loud and it struck the boys so funny that several tried to mimic her.

Tsuyoshi had taken a video camera from a cabinet and caught Asami’s whole performance rubbing herself off.  The Coach had a master plan and the photos and the video was part of it.  Soon, Junichi would be ensnared and made to toe the line.

Rope Torture

Funakoshi had Asami report to him at least once a week.  Sometimes at his office; sometimes at his apartment.  He took delight in fucking her but he noted that what got to her the most was right after he’d dropped a load in her pussy, if he scooped some up and made her swallow it, or if he made her suck his dirty dick after it had been inside her, something deep and wrenching seemed to erupt from her soul.  She liked sex to be very “dirty”.

Also, he discovered that a certain amount of pain was necessary to release the full humiliation response from her.  Hurting her until she caved in and agreed to do something nasty was the sexual trigger to Asami’s deepest and most profound orgasms. Along the way, in his travels, Funakoshi had learned how to tie knots. 

The Japanese have always used rope historically to torture female prisoners, captives and hostages. The torture is heavily laced with humiliation as the hapless woman is often tied naked in lewd and degrading positions. The bondage uses weight, gravity, and time to

produce insufferable agony.  Funakoshi had Asami report to him at the gym.  They brought her to an unused storeroom; and he and his assistants tied her. 

The bondage involved two major suspension points and this forced her to choose between two positions. The first position was uncomfortable and would soon prove exhausting.  The alternative was painful, but it allowed her to rest and recuperate a bit from the first position.  So she was compelled to switch back and forth. 

She was suspended standing on her toes with her arms bound behind her back and straddling a length of rough hemp rope fastened between two posts.  The position used her own body weight to put pressure on her crotch.  Forced to stand on her toes to keep her pussy and her asshole off the rope, she tired and lowered herself, allowing the rope to dig into her crotch again. 

After hanging for a time, the pressure numbed her whole crotch; and it became impossible to remain still.  When she moved it released the pressure and circulation was restored.  This produced pain that felt like being pricked with ‘pins and needles’.  After this brief but painful rest she forced herself up on her toes again, repeating the cycle of fatigue and pain.  Her squirming and writhing also worked the splintery rope into her crotch.  Bruising and abrasions followed.  ‘Rope burn’ between her legs soon made her sensitive flesh raw.

Her own movement caused the rope to punish her.  Funakoshi had tied knots in the rope so that they came in contact with her clitoris and her asshole.  As she squirmed and writhed, the knots made it worse.  She soon begged for relief.  She offered herself up sexually if they would release her. Her pussy had gotten very wet from being tortured…

Funakoshi increased her suffering by whipping her, while suspended, using a thin bamboo cane on her buttocks.  He did this until the spot he was hitting became so reddened and sore that just a touch would cause her to cry out.  Following this, he continued the beating on another spot.  After she begged for release, they cut her down and took turns sexually abusing her...fucking her silly and cumming in her pussy and her mouth. She told them she was ready to be fucked in the ass as long as they didn’t put her on the ropes again.

 
The Professor

Funakoshi called Professor Muramatsu and invited him out to lunch at a small restaurant near the campus.  Junichi was surprised, but feeling good about the fact that this man, so different from himself, was reaching out to him. First he had come to his home and socialized.  Now, he was inviting him to lunch.  It was pleasant and welcome.  Junichi was a small man, given to introspection.  He wore glasses and was happiest when he was studying his beloved fish and clams.  He didn’t often enjoy male friendship. Coach arrived at the restaurant first.  He was studying the menu when Junichi came in.  He approached somewhat timidly. 

“Ah Funakoshi San, how good to see you.”

“Ah, yes, Muramatsu San, it is my pleasure,” said Coach standing up and grabbing Junichi’s hand vigorously to shake it.

After some pleasantries and some gossip the two men ordered lunch.  It was a curry restaurant and Junichi made sure not to order anything too hot or spicy.  He had to be careful with his colicky stomach.  As both men ate and chatted, Junichi relaxed.  It

seemed that the Coach was a “good guy” despite his reputation of being a rough-edged boorish sort of fellow.

As they sipped tea, Funakoshi took Junichi into his confidence.  He told him that the best way to survive the daily grind was to find a hobby.  He asked if Junichi had a hobby and he replied that his marine aquarium tank stocked with prize fish was his relaxation.  It was then that the Coach sprang his trap.  He took out a small photo album from his briefcase.  He handed it to Junichi.

As he did so, he said, “This is my hobby, Muramatsu San.  I find certain girls and women and make them perform like trained animals.”

The first photos were of two housewives Funakoshi had ensnared about two years previously.  They were pictures of them clothed and then in various states of undress.  Soon, they were mounted on “wooden horses” for pony torture or bound in a bent over position being caned or paddled. And then there were photos of them sucking cock and taking cocks in their pussies and assholes.  Junichi was fascinated.  He was repelled strongly too, because, after all, they were proper University men….teachers.  But, given Junichi’s recent propensity to surf crude porn sites where Japanese women were treated the same way, the album captured his attention.  And the fact that he did not recognize either woman helped him swallow the bait….

“Ah, Funakoshi San, I don’t know what to say.  I cannot believe these women are so …..What is the word….compliant?  And indulge themselves in such carnal excess!”

“Oh, Muramatsu San, after I introduce them to the whip, they show their true selves.  And believe me, my friend; all women want to be trained.  They are sluts. It is just a matter of getting them in touch with their true inner selves.  Here, look at this young slut.  She is a Korean. And we, in Nippon, know how much such females are very close to their animal beginnings, do we not Muramatsu San?”

Junichi chuckled at this….it was a common prejudice in Japan that Koreans were not the equal of Japanese and Korean women were whores.  Hadn’t the Emperor’s Imperial Army in the Second World War proven that the Korean female is a natural ‘comfort woman’?

Coach helped Junichi turn the page to reveal Kyung-Soon in all her glory.  Junichi vaguely recognized her, but couldn’t quite place her.  What amazed him was the thoroughly degrading positions she had been put into. Sexual torture, sick humiliations and unbelievable sex….it was all there.  Her face was covered in cum at one point and she was submissively licking it up and then off a man’s fingers as a man’s hand pointed at her….obviously commanding her to obey and submit.

It was all very heady stuff and Junichi found himself with an erection. He was not used to getting steamed up in front of someone else.  He took out his handkerchief and mopped his brow. He was slightly embarrassed before his new “friend”. 

“They are quite stimulating, these pictures… are they not, Muramatsu San,” Funakoshi asked in an innocent way?

“Yes, they are, I’m afraid,” he said as he handed the slim album back to the Coach.

“I don’t know how you can handle such a taxing hobby, Funakoshi San,” he said wiping his brow again.

“You like such things, do you not, Muramatsu San,” he asked him suddenly?

Caught off guard, Junichi finally averred that he did find them, ‘very interesting’.

“Good, Muramata San. It takes a man of the world, as you and I are, to acknowledge such things. You are to be commended, Muramatsu San.”

Junichi actually beamed at this.  He never had never enjoyed the locker room camaraderie that athletes take for granted.  In a way, this lunch was affording him the pleasure of that sort of interaction. 

“Actually, there is one more woman I want you to see.  I think you will find her the most interesting of all,” Funakoshi said with a small smile as he handed the album back to Junichi.

“OK.”

Funakoshi opened the album to the pages where Asami was displayed. First she was standing clothed. Then she was stripped to her bra and panties. 
Following this, she was naked. Next, she was mounted on the bicycle and standing up on the pedals as the purple vibrator was being shoved into her wet pussy. 

After that, she was mounted on the rope and getting her ass whipped.  Then she was sucking cock.  Lots of cocks.  And taking cocks in her pussy.  And there was a three picture series showing her with Tsuyoshi’s cock in her ass. Last, but not least, there were five separate photos of her getting bukkake. 

Junichi sat there slowly turning the pages feeling like he was having a stroke.  He was struck dumb! The final picture made him gasp.   His sweet wife was barely visible under the loads of cum on her face.  If he hadn’t seen the earlier photos in the series he

wouldn’t have known it was his lovely mate.  He began sputtering and then threw angry looks at Funakoshi, who sat quietly and didn’t say a thing.  He let Junichi’s anger run its course.

“You like such things, Muramatsu San.  You admitted it to me.  And if you are honest with yourself you will admit you are aroused by seeing what other men do to your wife.  You do not know this side of her, do you?”

Junichi was at a terrible place.  The man had made a point that was very difficult to refute.  He didn’t know his wife and the last nine months was proof that he didn’t know how to relate with her sexually.  But the shock of seeing her with other men….and apparently so many of them was a blow.  He did not see Funakoshi’s face in any of the photos but it was apparent to him that the big Judoka was one of the men enjoying his wife’s charms.

He felt sick and queasy now after the curry lunch and the revealing photo expose of his beloved wife.  What would he do?  What would he say to Asami?  What was he supposed to do now with Funakoshi?

“Just relax, Muramatsu San.  Many men enjoy watching their wives getting sexed.  I’m sure you will want to see for yourself.  By the way, I have a great videotape of her masturbating after she had taken all those loads on her face. Just let me know and I will get you a copy.”

With that, he stood up and turned to Junichi. 

“Pay the bill, my friend. I provided the entertainment. You pay for the lunch.”

And saying ‘good-bye’, he left.  Junichi sat there in a fog.  He was gob-struck.  He didn’t know what to say or do.  What should he say to Asami? Would others see the incriminating photos he saw?  Would he and his wife be blackmailed?  All these thoughts swirled through his brain and gave him a headache.  He went home earlier than usual and when he saw his wife, he tried to imagine her in the carnal couplings he’d seen in the photos.  He couldn’t help but think that his darling wife had someone else inside her.  And by the same token, was there someone else inside him?  Just waiting to get out too?  This thought made him sick….

Junichi toyed with the idea of bringing up the photos to Asami, but couldn’t summon the courage.  Funakoshi solved the problem for him.  He called the professor at his office and told him that he was coming over tonight to, ‘have a word with you and your wife’.  Junichi felt a cold chill run down his spine at the thought.  He didn’t know what he should do.  Should he now say something to Asami?  Or just wait until that evening and see what transpired?

The Cuckold

Funakoshi knew his man well.  And he knew Asami thoroughly.  He, Taiki and Tsuyoshi all got in his car after they grabbed something to eat and headed over to the Professor’s house.  When they got there, Junichi had already told Asami that Funakoshi was stopping by after dinner.  She froze at that and Junichi couldn’t help but see the tangled mix of emotions in her reactions.  She came just a little “unglued”.  She looked and acted nervous and went to their bedroom after she cleared the table to freshen up. Actually, she changed clothes.  Junichi sat down with a cup of coffee and tried to read the newspaper.

Both of them waited for the inevitable knock at the door.  Thirty minutes later, it came.  Junichi felt butterflies in his stomach and Asami felt herself damp between her legs.  Her “daddy” was coming and this cued an uncontrollable reaction in her pussy.

When Junichi opened the door, he was surprised to see Taiki and Tsuyoshi.  Funakoshi made the introductions and Junichi invited the men into the living room. When they were settled, Junichi called for his wife.  She came in looking radiant and very cute.  She had put on a shorted skirt and freshened up her makeup and brushed her hair.  She greeted the men formally and then stood with her hands in front of her crotch.  It was unconscious of course and just a proper posture as much as having her hands at her sides, but in this situation, it was prophetic for her to try and protect her “treasure”. 

She knew that it belonged now to Funakoshi and she wondered what he was planning this evening.  It unnerved her to see both of his thuggish assistants in tow.  This meant something, she was sure.  At Junichi’s prompting, she headed for the kitchen to fetch beer and coffee.  Tsuyoshi stood up and announced that he would help her.

She tried to say something, but he acting helpful just followed her into the kitchen.  Funakoshi had engaged Junichi into a conversation, but the professor wondered about the man he had just been introduced to following his wife into the kitchen.  He had reason to worry.  As soon as he got there, Tsuyoshi pulled out the purple vibrator from his jacket pocket and held it up. Asami groaned as she realized that she was going to be made to cum and perhaps right in front of her husband. 

He made a motion with her hand and Asami knew what he wanted her to do.  She slowly and reluctantly pulled up her skirt and with her slim delicate fingers pulled the crotch of her panty aside for him.  She was already wet and he grinned as he saw that the crotch of her panties was wet through also.  He knelt and shoved the gizmo up her pussy until it was fully seated. Then he motioned for her to get herself together.  He took out the remote as she finished smoothing her skirt.  He thumbed the switch and watched her writhe with the device turned up only to “1”. 

He grinned and said, “Get the beers and the coffee for your husband.”

When she got everything on the tray, he zapped her again to watch her wriggle and squirm and then he flipped it “off”.  They went back into the room together. 

“Ah, here is my lovely wife with our refreshments,” said Junichi, ever the gracious host.

They all began to drink and the chat was light, but there was a definite something in the air and Asami and Junichi knew it.  At that point, Funakoshi cleared his throat.

“Muramatsu San, I have a video here we want you to see.” 

With that Taiki handed a DVD to Asami who looked confused, but who took it anyway.  Junichi suspected what it was, but was now unable to do anything but let his wife take the proffered disc and head over to the player to insert it. 

“I think you’ll both find this very educational,” Funakoshi said seriously.

As soon as the DVD started playing, Asami gasped and it was then that Tsuyoshi turned the vibrator up to “2”.  The DVD showed her receiving the bukkake.  And then she was seated on the chair and masturbating herself furiously.  Both husband and wife sat there riveted to their seats.  Asami kept squeezing her thighs together as she was getting very warm and was already very wet. If Tsuyoshi turned the vibrator up to “3” or “4” and left it on she would cum.  Junichi, who had already been shocked into numbness by the photos now sat there watching a porn movie starring his wife. He found his prick stiffening embarrassingly.

Funakoshi sat there enjoying the show.  His two victims were behaving just as he suspected they would.  He would turn Junichi into a cuckold that night, he was sure. As the movie of Asami’ masturbating played, Tsuyoshi thumbed the switch and turned the vibrator up to “3” and then as she sat there squirming in her seat, Funakoshi told her to stand up in front of the screen.  Junichi sat there frozen as the Coach gave his wife a command and then told her to lift her skirt and show her husband her panties.

Junichi couldn’t believe his eyes. Here was Asami on their big TV screen rubbing her naked pussy furiously as she was smeared with semen and right in front of him she was now exposing her crotch to everyone’s eyes.  He could see that there was a big wet spot in her panty.  There was an ominous bulge in the crotch and Funakoshi told her to show her husband why she was ready to cum.  When she pulled down her panties and her husband could see the purple vibrator sticking out of her pussy, he felt his prick throbbing and he began sweating heavily.

It wasn’t long before he was sitting and watching his wife being “trained”. First they made her cum with the vibrator in her sexhole.  She wriggled and writhed like an eel on a hook.  Then to punish her for cumming like a whore in front of her husband, Coach pulled out a strap and gave it to Taiki to whip her.  And when Junichi protested at this, Taiki tied him to his chair.  When he showed he would be obedient, Taiki untied Junichi from the chair and pushed him to his knees next to his wife on the floor. Funakoshi’s whole demeanor seemed to be getting nastier. Junichi, forced to kneel, looked up at Tsuyoshi and blinked, his face suddenly flushing red with shame and embarrassment, as he found himself kneeling next to Asami.

There was no denying his arousal at this…and he knew it; his prick had erected to its full size.  He was loath to admit to it, but he found this whole experience very sexually arousing . . .  a turn-on. What was the matter with him? What sort of bizarre desires did he have? At the hands of the Judo coach and his two thuggish assistants, he was now forced to offer up his wife’s soft mouth or suffer the consequences.

He looked at Asami and couldn't think straight. He felt humiliated and ashamed. He tried to organize his thoughts into something coherent, but all he could do was kneel there with his mouth hanging open. He didn't even understand it himself.

Taiki began pulling Asami's head closer to his groin. She reacted immediately to the increased fullness in her mouth, making awful, gagging, retching noises in her throat as the swollen head the cock pressed the opening to her throat.  He pulled out a bit, and then pushed forward, impaling her again. By this time she had been forced to take so much of his shaft that she gagged. So tightly were her lips sealed that they formed a perfect little "O" around his shaft.  Her involuntary gagging was erotic and disgusting at the same time.

The skin around the corners of her mouth was pulled taut. Her nostrils flared wide, trying desperately to bring in whatever air they could. Tears streamed from her eyes now, trickling down her cheeks in crooked rivulets.

“I am sorry Asami,” Junichi stammered, trying to begin an explanation.

Tsuyoshi looked on Junichi with contempt as Taiki made Asami drool and gag on his big cock.  He pushed a bit more of it into Asami's already overstuffed mouth.  Animal-like noises issued from deep inside her and she began retching again. Beads of sweat formed on her face. Feeling real discomfort now, she frantically pressed her small hands against the man’s heavy thighs and tried to push him away.

The big lug reached down and grabbed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  He lifted her full tit away from her chest. He gradually pulled it up and out until her entire orange-sized breast was dangling by its own weight in mid-air, held in place only by the painful grip on the sensitive nipple.

Asami became submissive as her tears and saliva flowed. She balled her small hands into fists and began opening and closing them rapidly and shaking them…and swinging them in circles as she endured the suffocating feeling. She tried to relax and open her throat…and this helped…the more she just let herself be used the better it went….Seeing his poor wife abused this way overwhelmed Junichi. He was torn between a desire to release the growing sexual tension he felt and a strong desire to try and stop the bigger man from raping his wife’s mouth.  His emotions were so strong that tears filled his eyes.

At that point, the man let go of her nipple. Asami let out a strangled cry from deep in her throat as feeling rushed back into her abused nipple. Then, he let go of her hair, letting Asami move backward far enough to control the hard shaft in her mouth. Asami gulped

air. There were strings of saliva drooling from her lips. The worst part: Asami was aroused by having her mouth used like it was her pussy. She looked at Junichi. When Junichi at last dared to look back at her he noticed the look of submission in her eyes. Asami had given in….and submitted totally….

She then began to pleasure the man orally, her agile tongue darting this way and that, her mouth engulfing the end of his shaft and noisily slobbering on it as she moved the head around inside her mouth. She was careful to hold his cock by the base so he couldn't force the entire length into her throat again. Anxious to get on with things, Taiki pulled out and stepped back, his cock still fully erect, standing proud and huge, pointed straight at her face.

He stepped back and removed his trousers completely. Junichi, who was still kneeling, watched him roughly fondle her breasts.  Her nipples were swollen rock hard. She continued to kneel subserviently before him, her soft, rounded belly, obscuring her hairy pussy mound and the wet slit hiding within….. 

“Get on the bed and spread your legs, slut. . . Let’s see that pussy,” said Funakoshi.

With a soft grunt, Asami slowly got to her feet and over to the bed, her full breasts jiggling and swaying as she went.  She lay down on her back. She spread her white thighs open as far as she could, at his direction, exposing her hair covered cunt under its plump mound.  Tsuyoshi turned to Junichi, pointing his finger at him. He ordered Junichi to stand up and strip. Junichi hesitated and when he did the Coach had Taiki pull his pants and jockey shorts down. 

He stood there in his flabby glory…pale and flushed.  His prick was pointing up and the foreskin was partially retracted.  Junichi wanted to put his hands over it….because he knew …feared what was coming….Taiki, fisting his cock, was going to make a comparison…to humiliate him in front of his wife.  And that’s exactly what happened.  The man laughed at Junichi and compared his prick to a boy’s…

“How did you ever fuck her with that little pee-pee? Your slut wife wouldn't have any problem taking yours. No wonder she’s hot for cock…your prick is just a little boy’s tool. Get over here and lick her pussy. And then let us see you fuck her.”

Taiki was frigging his erect cock, pulling the foreskin over the head and uncapping it, as he said this. Junichi looked devastated, but walked over to the bed. Looking down at her, he felt his heart racing and his hard-on was throbbing. Once Junichi was kneeling between her legs, Tsuyoshi had Asami raise her legs up and pull her wet sex lips apart.  She was sopping wet and Junichi could see her salmon colored lips were puffy and engorged, peeled apart in swollen arousal as he lowered himself between her thighs. But, the pressure to perform was too great and his erection shrank quickly.  This made the two assistants mock and taunt him.

“Can’t get it up for your wife. You better let us take care of her,” Tsuyoshi said.

“Just lick her pussy for us,” Taiki said.

Junichi slid back and inhaled her musky…no…nasty fragrance, hesitated for a moment…and then put his head down between his wife’s legs and began to run his tongue slowly up and down her slit… flicking his tongue quickly back and forth over the nub of her clitoris.  He looked back over his shoulder at the Tsuyoshi and Taiki, who…encouraged him to get into ‘it’. 

Coach had the couple right where he wanted them.  He had correctly figured out that Junichi was a wimp…now with his brownish-pink prick limp and kneeling like a slave between his wife’s thighs, it was obvious.  The woman was a submissive slut. They were seeing to it that she got her fill of being dominated that night.

She moaned out loud the moment his tongue touched her pussy and never let up as Junichi's tongue continued to work its magic in the sloppy pink and purple folds of her sex. After several minutes, her moans and groans were replaced by now familiar gagging, choking sounds.  Junichi glanced up to see that Tsuyoshi was squatting and was forcing his cock deep into Asami’s mouth. Because of the position of her head on the pillow, Junichi could actually see her throat moving as she once again tried to take in as much of his cock as she could.

Asami let out a strangled moan. Junichi picked up his pace, licking his wife's sloppy wet pussy, pushing his tongue in and out of her vagina, and then moving his head gradually lower until he was licking the soft, sweaty skin between her full ass cheeks.  Finally, he went lower still, running his tongue over and around the brown pucker of her anus. She was pungent there as well.  Somehow, being her body slave was deeply satisfying to Junichi at that point.

He was aware of a wet sound as Tsuyoshi withdrew his cock from his wife’s mouth.  Then Asami totally surprised him. She sighed loudly, and then reached her arms over her belly and between her legs. Her reach was just long enough that she was able to grab Junichi's hair. Holding his head tightly, she pulled him forward into her pussy, and then began to slide his face up and down the length of her wet, slimy crack.

She groaned loudly, spreading her legs even wider as she pushing her hips up a bit as she continued to grind her husband's face against her overheated crack. She started to pant more heavily as her arousal grew more intense. Junichi's face was covered from nose to chin with a shiny coating of her juices as she pulled him still harder into her overheated crotch, using his face to masturbate herself.

He sensed that she was getting close to orgasm when he felt the big man's hand on his shoulder, urging him back. When he turned around he wanted to jump off the bed and hide. To his horror, his face was only inches from the man’s hard, swaying cock. Junichi felt a hand grabbing him by the hair; it was Taiki, pulling his face in so close his groin that Junichi could smell the musky, sweaty odor and feel the warmth of a big cock

pressing against his cheek. He jerked Junichi's head back so he was looking up. He bent forward until his face was only inches from Junichi's.

“Grab my cock.  Put it in your wife’s pussy,” he snarled.

He was so close now that Junichi could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“NOW.”

Near panic, poor Junichi tried to pull away but the man held his hair tightly. A moment later he took the man’s hot organ in his own hand. Without a word, Taiki reached down and calmly pinched Junichi's earlobe with his thumb and forefinger.  Desperate to avoid any more humiliation, Junichi held his breath for so long he began to feel dizzy. Taiki had a long cock… and it was thick - as thick as Asami’s wrist.

For the first time in his life, Junichi had another man's penis in his hand.  The big Korean grinned as he made him hold it.  Junichi for a few seconds resisted this ultimate degradation, but finally he capitulated and did as he was told.

“Mmmmmm, oh yeah, that's the way,” Taiki groaned.

Keeping his tight grip on Junichi's tender earlobe, he began to move his hips slowly, moving his shaft in and out in Junichi’s hand. By that time, Junichi had his eyes closed, trying his best to block out everything and everyone, trying to pretend that none of this was happening, that he wasn't on his knees before another man, getting the man’s cock ready, right in front of his wife. Yet, Junichi began to feel an odd change within himself….a feeling of submission to a more powerful man.

The mental side, the feelings of humiliation and shame were weighing heavily on him. He tried to clear his head, tried his best to put that part of his feeling in a deep place in his mind.  Though it seemed like forever to him, Junichi endured this humiliating routine for only a few minutes before Taiki pulled free.  Taiki grabbed Junichi by the hair again, jerking his head back so he was looking straight up. The thuggish Korean brought his face close to Junichi's once again.

"OK, now tell me to fuck your slut wife."

On the bed, Asami stared in amazement as she watched her husband holding another man’s cock in readiness for her.

"Oooohhh… fuck me……fuck my dirty pussy," Asami blurted out suddenly.

She had already reached an arm over her belly and her right hand was busy between her legs.  Both men turned to look at her…. but she was oblivious, her eyes closed and her fingers making squishy, liquid sounds as she worked them back and forth through the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. She was so over stimulated that she felt almost ready to explode. Taiki turned back to look at Junichi.

“Say it asshole, now,” he insisted.

Poor Junichi could only look down at the floor.

“Please…please ….F-f-fuck my wife," he mumbled.

His voice sounded meek and he felt awful, knowing as soon as he said it that the man would not be satisfied with just that.  He was right.  Junichi never saw it coming. He just felt an explosion of pain, an incredible sting on his cheek that snapped his head as the man slapped him hard across the face.

“I can't hear you,” he crooned at Junichi.

It was all Junichi could do to keep from crying, the pain and anxiety he felt were pushing him to the breaking point. And his wife's reaction certainly hadn't helped any. But, once again he felt totally helpless, knowing there was no way out except to co-operate. Junichi felt like a new recruit responding to a drill sergeant, trying to please him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

“FUCK MY WIFE,” Junichi practically shouted.

Taiki shoved him aside roughly and knelt on the couch between Asami's parted thighs. He pushed them even further apart, grabbing his cock and bringing it line with her opening. Then, he rubbed it over the wet sex lips, making her moan. Finally, he leaned forward and rammed the entire length of his shaft into her wet pussy in one hard trust. As Junichi watched, her eyes flew wide open and then rolled back in her head. She let out a loud, guttural, animal-like groan, the likes of which Junichi had never heard before.

“UUNNGGGHHH! Ooohhh,” Asami grunted as her vagina was suddenly stretched, filled to capacity.

She struggled for a moment, trying to get her breath as he pulled back almost all the way, then rammed forward until he was buried deep inside her once again. She panted and moaned as he pounded her with more hard thrusts, her back arching sharply off the bed, sending her tits bouncing every which way. 

Taiki plowed deep into her again and she came hard, much harder than Junichi had ever seen, her body shaking and twitching as a violent orgasm ripped through her. Looking down at her, Junichi was depressed and aroused. In all their years of making love, Asami had never been able to cum during intercourse; he would always masturbate her. Even then, it usually took her quite a while.

And to his dismay, she was still screaming and thrashing her head about, the sloppy wet sounds coming from her pussy telling Junichi that she was still more aroused than ever. Her tits were wobbling and bouncing about, but she was too busy holding onto the man and bucking her wide hips to even notice. As he continued to pound his cock into her, Taiki reached down and began mauling her breasts. He grabbed a nipple with the fingers of each hand and pulled her breasts away from her chest, twisting them painfully. Asami was so aroused that she only groaned louder, feeling far more pleasure than pain.

Junichi crouched quietly near the couch, still in shock from having been forced to hold another man's cock, and watched as his wife behave like a wild, rutting animal…. A

woman he didn't even recognize. ‘What has happened to my sweet wife’, he wondered sadly?

Tsuyoshi grinned at him.  Reaching out, he grabbed Junichi by the arm and pulled him down until he was so close he could see his wife’s sloppy pink and purple pussy.  It was stretched tight around Taiki’s cock - now buried to the hilt.  When he pulled it out completely, Junichi could only stare, amazed, at Asami's pussy. It looked like a gaping pink cavern. His cock was much bigger than Junichi’s prick.

Asami had a ‘tight’ vagina, but now, having taken the entire length of Taiki's dick, the vaginal opening was distended. So far, in fact, that there was a circle of darkness at its center, where her opening disappeared into her body.  Turning his head slightly, Junichi felt sick seeing how much pussy juice his wife had secreted.  There was a ring of thick, whitish froth all around the fat base of Taiki's dick.

Then, further torturing Junichi, he slowly began to penetrate her again in a teasing way. To Junichi's further humiliation, Asami began to pant and groan again…her entire manner urging the big Korean to get his entire cock all the way up inside her. As he did so, Asami's moans were loud and unashamed; she appeared to be in another world, her eyes closed and her hips grinding and bumping against him. She had cum once already, but oafish Taiki looked like he was just hitting his stride; his thrusting soon had Asami on the edge of another orgasm. Asami arched her back sharply again.

"Yes, oh yes! fuck me…fuck me….fuck me…fuck me….fuck me... oh, YES, fuck me,” she panted, her voice coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her breath before he began pumping her still harder.

Junichi felt crushed and ashamed. His wife was acting like a total slut despite everything that happened; his own cock had stiffened as he watched. As Taiki began to pump Asami's pussy even faster, taking long, deep strokes, Junichi could only watch in shock as his wife began making almost inhuman sounds, shrieking and screaming in ecstasy. It took only a few moments of pounding before her body shook and convulsed a second time, this orgasm seemingly stronger than the first.

“Cum… Please. Cum in me,” Asami pleaded, her voice almost childlike.

Taiki responded by humping her again, more violently this time, giving her the full length of his swollen cock with flesh slapping force…her shaking body was being wracked by a third straight orgasm.  Junichi stood up, naked from the waist down, next to the couch. As Asami slowly came down from the haze of her third climax, Taiki pulled out of her and leaned back. He was momentarily out of breath, his chest still heaving from the exertion. His dick was still erect, however, coated with lots of Asami's pussy slime.

Junichi looked at the man’s dick briefly before turning his head away; he couldn't stomach the sight and he knew whatever was coming would not be good. Despite his shame or because of it, his brownish-pink prick was fully erect, pointing up, beyond his control. Taiki mopped the sweat from his brow and began to laugh.

“Now, thank me for fucking your wife,” Taiki ordered Junichi. 

This was an even worse violation and humiliation.

“Thank you.”

“Say thank you Sir…..Thank you for fucking my slut wife so good.”

Junichi had no choice.  It was wrenched from the depths of his soul, but he did it.

“Thank you Sir.  Thank you for fucking my slut wife so good.”

Junichi hung his head.  He was totally devastated now.  Then, Tsuyoshi turned Asami over. He pointed to the couch and told Junichi, ‘to lie down - there’.  When Junichi was on his back Tsuyoshi got Asami on top of her husband.  He stood back smirking as they both scrambled to comply with his orders.  With Junichi on the couch, Asami got into a 69 position over him, covering his head completely as she lowered her hips and soaking wet pussy onto his upturned face.

“Suck his prick… but don’t make him cum,” Tsuyoshi said.

Junichi groaned with pent up relief as he felt the warmth of his wife’s mouth wrap around his straining cock.  Asami's wet thighs were clenched tight around his head, almost cutting off his hearing.  For a moment he felt like was suffocating and he had to concentrate to breath as his entire face was enveloped in her sloppy wet pussy flesh. But once she got comfortable he had enough space, though barely, to begin working his tongue around inside of her.

Moments later Coach Funakoshi got on the couch too…kneeling behind Asami’s exposed ass.  He grinned as he knelt there…behind Asami's full ass. As Junichi worked his tongue in and out of his wife's wet hole, Coach moved closer and Junichi could see the man’s cock getting closer.  Asami changed her position slightly now, moving her crotch off his face and up a bit. Coach let his cock wave around a bit and then crudely he poked at her crotch to find her hole.  Junichi gaped in awe at what he was being forced to see…

She was still so wet and open that it took only two strokes until the big, heavy-set man’s cock was buried in her and she had to stop sucking Junichi's prick as she began moaning and panting again. He watched from inches away, fascinated and sickened as his wife's tight pussy was plowed wide open by the Coach’s thick dick.

Junichi felt a new surge of arousal; he was entranced as he watched his wife's vagina stretched open so tightly from that close, the sex lips being first forced inwards, and then pulled back out again. The cock all coated with a heavy layer of Asami's pussy slime.  He was forced to smell it from so close that he felt drunk with the overwhelming sensations assaulting his eyes, ears and nose…

“Kiss his balls, asshole,” Tsuyoshi ordered him.

It was a simple matter of adjusting his position, tilting his head back a bit, until Funakoshi’s balls were at his mouth. As he felt the soft skin of the man's heavy scrotum dragging across his mouth, Junichi licked instinctively; he was well past caring about how or why by now. The smell of the man’s ball sack and Asami’s pussy in his nostrils had become his only reality. Every few strokes Funakoshi would pull out and let his cock flop down onto Junichi’s face. Without question or protest, Junichi would just lie there smelling his wife's pungent secretions on Coach’s cock before he thrust it back into her.

After another few minutes of hard fucking, Funakoshi pulled out of Asami’s pussy.  It gaped open and her slippery juices quickly seeped out in long strings, which dribbled down into Junichi's open mouth. Asami hadn't been able to suck her husband’s prick very well as she was being pounded so hard, but such was his horniness that she still managed to bring him to the brink to orgasm.

Tsuyoshi laughed out loud and slapped her right ass cheek with his open hand, hard enough to leave a red handprint against the white flesh. Coach readjusted his position, taking the bloated knob of his rigid cock and bumping it lightly against her puckered asshole. Asami wriggled, but he slipped his arm under her hips and yanked her back. Tsuyoshi slapped her left buttock now, this time harder, as Funakoshi probed around Asami’s brown anal ring with the head of his cock.  Junichi watched from below, not daring to move. He watched Coach force his wife to take it in her ass.

“No please! Please don't. I’m sore…don’t,” Asami pleaded.

“Tell him to fuck your slut wife’s asshole,” Tsuyoshi commanded Junichi, “or I’ll fuck you in the ass.”

Unfortunately for poor Asami, Junichi was going to let Tsuyoshi fuck her up her ass. He knew he had to save himself from any more wretched degradation, even if it meant sacrificing his wife in the process.

“Fuck her up the ass,” Junichi blurted out, “fuck her...”

Asami tried to wiggle away but Funakoshi, laughing, quickly reached out and dragged her back to him again. As Junichi watched from below, he began to spit on Asami’s puckered anus and then began to push the head of his dick against her tightly clenched hole.

For a moment, nothing happened; then her tight pinkish-brown pucker began to give way as the swollen, purple knob was gradually forced into it. Asami groaned and bucked and struggled, but Coach held her tight, his thick cock now buried a few centimeters or so up her ass. He leaned forward then, ever so slowly forced his cock up into her tight rectum.

He was relentless now, forcing his cock up her tight back passage until almost half of it was buried inside her. He stop paused a few moments, letting both of them catch their breaths. But it was a short reprieve. Keeping an iron grip on her hips, he began to move forward once again, grunting and straining with the effort.

She dug her nails into Junichi's legs, but he was so fascinated by the sight of the man's pole disappearing into her tiny anal opening that he took almost no notice. So great was the pressure in her ass that her pussy gaped open even more, and without thinking Junichi pushed his tongue inside it, strained to get as much of the fluids there as he could manage. Then, he quickly moved his tongue up and began to lap at her clitoris, hoping the pleasure he produced for her would offset some of the pain and pressure she was feeling.

He could feel the man's heavy, apricot-sized testicles bumping against his forehead and face as he continued to lick his wife's slit. Above him, Asami was panting like a dog and whimpering, but Funakoshi ignored her and kept thrusting, plunging deeper and deeper until finally he hit bottom.  She let out a loud cry when he suddenly pulled his cock halfway out, then slowly forced it back in again. It slid in just a bit easier this time and soon he had impaled her again.

Asami dropped her head onto Junichi’s legs and started grabbing at the sofa’s cushions with her hands. Although she continued to mumble and moan, Junichi couldn’t make out what she was saying, he just kept watching what was happening above him. As Funakoshi pulled back a third time, Junichi noticed that the shaft was glistening; coated with saliva, ass and pussy slime.

After four or five back and forth thrusts, he started fucking her ass in earnest. Pulling his cock out and sliding it in was becoming much easier now. To his amazement, Junichi could see she was now actually pushing back to meet his thrusts, throwing her head back and panting so hard she could hardly catch her breath. Coach began laughing again and started slamming her harder, slamming her so hard, and his hips left red marks all over her white ass cheeks.

“Fucked in the ass! You wife is a fucking shit-hole slut,” Tsuyoshi taunted the professor.

Between the Coach's savage thrusting and Junichi's pussy licking, Asami felt another orgasm rapidly approaching. She thrust her hips back and mashed her dripping wet pussy on Junichi's face, rubbing it back and forth in a frenzy. She lifted herself up from the couch so Junichi could feel her tits swaying and banging against his legs and cock. As another intense orgasm began to surge thru her, she suddenly began to babble like a madwoman, losing the last shred of control and dignity. She continued almost incoherently as the full force of her cum overwhelmed her.

Indeed, Junichi could see it all, and taste and smell and hear it too, as Coach’s dick was only inches from his mouth, a blur of motion as it was pile driven deeply into his wife’s willing ass. When Asami finally finished her long, drawn-out climax, Funakoshi pulled out and Junichi could see his wife's abused anus, gaping open so wide…. he could see the ravaged hole…. much the same way he had seen her pussy earlier.

Looking up from his position, Junichi wondered what might be coming next. Worst yet, he knew there that there would be no escaping it.  He didn't have to wait long to find out.

Coach got up and forced his dirty dick into Asami’s mouth.  She opened her mouth even before she needed to, far enough so that he could force in quite a bit of his filthy cock.

Junichi used every bit of his will power and self control to keep from touching his prick as he watched his wife working her pink tongue around the head of his cock, the part that had been driven deepest into her bowels. He leaned forward, dripping his sweat all over Asami as she sucked his dick.

"Hey, your slut wife is sucking my dirty cock,” he leered at the professor.

To Junichi's surprise, Asami began moaning….showing her excitement as she was subjected to another sexual humiliation.  Junichi watched in rapt attention as he forced more in so that it was right at the opening to her throat again; so much so that Asami’s eyes began to water and she choked and gagged again.

His cock made a wet, popping sound as he pulled it out.  Tsuyoshi then made both of them get on the floor.  Asami got on her knees next to her husband. She pressed her cheek closely against his, then slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible. The lean assistant liked the idea of making them face him as a couple.  He fisted his swollen cock and rubbed the fat bulb of his cockhead over Asami's mouth. As the saliva mixed with the other secretions on his cock it formed a slippery mess that he took delight in rubbing all over her face.

“Keep your mouth open," he barked at her.

Then he took a step back and stroked his cock hard. Spreading his legs, he brought the head of his cock close to her face. The muscles in his legs and stomach began to tense up and as he stroked his cock more slowly, almost stopping, until finally he could stand it no more and began to cum, his dick erupting like a fire-hose. The torrents were so thick and forceful that for a moment it looked like he was pissing semen instead of ejaculating.

The first blast caught Asami square in the face, half of it going into her mouth, the other half splattering over her nose, cheeks and chin. He grabbed Asami by the hair, yanking it hard as his cock kept spurting, getting some in her mouth as well before landing the rest all over her face. He continued this way, alternating from her open mouth and hosing her face until his balls were drained. 

Junichi had reached down and was touching himself, jerking off as he watched Asami take the man’s full load.  He had been on the sexual edge so long that he could help himself.  In any event, he barely touched his prick when he ejaculated…Asami had borne the brunt of the Tsuyoshi’s long delayed ejaculation. By the time he finished, her face was covered with a coating of warm, creamy semen. Tsuyoshi looked down at her with a satisfied smile. His aim had been good; he had sprayed his semen everywhere: into her mouth, on her cheeks and chin…on her nose, her hair -everywhere. 

"Alright, you may kiss the bride," Taiki said, laughing as he surveyed his partner’s handiwork and trying to make a joke.

Junichi felt so degraded and disgusted that he made no move, just knelt there as several sticky strings of semen dripped from Asami’s chin and landed on her tits. Sensing what had to be done; Asami turned to her husband, took his face in her hands and laid a sloppy kiss on his lips with her own gooey mouth.

She sighed as she continued her kiss, making loud, slobbering sounds as she ran her tongue around his lips and into his mouth. Though he was near to gagging from the taste and smell of the man's ejaculate, Junichi managed to kiss her back, taking a stringy glob of the sticky cum into his mouth.  So ended the night’s fun and games.

The Industrialists

Funakoshi and his two assistants came over to the couple’s house often. Funakoshi would call on his cell phone first.  The couple got excited every time he called.  Sometimes he would have the couple met him at a bar or a lounge for a drink.  His favorite thing when they were settled in was to make Asami take off her panty to show him the crotch.  If her panties were “crusty” he would mock her and show the offending garment to her husband.  Sometimes Junichi even had to smell them.  He would then toss her panties on the table so their server could see them.  This was usually humiliating.

Then he would take Asami into the men’s room and insert the purple vibrator into her pussy.  Switching it on to work her pussy, he would make take her into a stall and make her give him a blow job.  Sometimes if another man showed interest, he would have Asami suck the stranger’s cock too.

One night, Funakoshi invited the couple to dinner at his apartment.  He had been cultivating a relationship with a pair of powerful industrialists. The two of them, Masaru Kobayashi and his partner, Hoshi Watanabe, controlled a number of companies and one of them manufactured gym and sporting equipment. 

The Coach was angling for a lucrative sponsorship for himself and his Judo club. Hoshi Watanabe was a heavyset woman in her late forties and Masaru Kobayashi was fat and in his forties also.  Funakoshi had been to several dinners with the two of them and was doing all he could to get their backing.  He discovered that Kobayashi was somewhat kinky and much to his astonishment he began to suspect that Hoshi had a very dark side too.

He decided to invite them to his apartment for dinner.  He would serve them the best scotch, Kobe beef and other delicacies.  He would even have Kyung-Soon dressed up in a maid’s costume and have her serve.  But what he thought would be the closing move was to invite the Muramatsus. He knew that Kobayashi would want to fuck Asami and he also suspected that Hoshi Watanabe had kinky desires of her own.  He pulled his number one assistant, Tsuyoshi, into the plan and between them they got everything set up for a Saturday night dinner.  He had all the food done by a caterer so that Coach would be able to concentrate on entertaining his important guests.

He had Kyung-Soon arrive first.  He showed her what he wanted her to wear and sent her to his bedroom to change.  When the Muramatsus arrived Kyung-Soon was already

acting the part and asked them, at Funakoshi’s prompting what they would like to drink. Tsuyoshi stayed in the background and Funakoshi sat down with Asami and Junichi to chat.  He wanted to “set the tone” and engaged them in pleasant conversation about school, local and even national events.  Then the doorbell rang. 

Tsuyoshi greeted them, introduced himself as Funakoshi’s assistant and ushered them into the living room.  Coach made the introductions and with Kyung-Soon serving they were soon enjoying drinks, appetizers and conversation. Junichi was impressed by them.  They exuded power and influence.  They were both somewhat surprised that Coach was traveling in such circles, but in truth, a former Judo star would always have access to some of the rich and powerful in Japan.  It was a measure of their naiveté` that they didn’t know that.

Dinner went well and the Muramatsus were completely disarmed by the turn of events.  They had suspected and were both excited when they got the call and figured that it was more fun and games. Of course, at the beginning of Coach’s depravities, they were almost always somewhat reluctant, but each time Coach knew just how to make them perform like trained seals.  Tonight was to be no different, but the build-up had them confused.   During dinner, Asami was aware that Kobayashi was looking her over as a woman, but all women are used to such things.  After dinner, they retired to the living room.  When Kyung-Soon brought out coffee and cordials, Funakoshi mentioned “dessert”.

Hoshi demurred citing her need to control her weight, but this was a bit silly as she was easily 15 kilos overweight.  Kobayashi expressed a desire for whatever Funakoshi was planning to offer.  A big fat man he was used to eating anything and everything: companies, food and women….

And then Coach said to him, “Kobayashi San, do you find Asami attractive?”

Kobayashi was taken aback, but just a bit.

He giggled a bit and said, “why….uh….. She is…ah…. lovely, of course.”

“Well, she does my bidding.  And if you like, you may take her into my bedroom and use her in any way you wish.”

Junichi didn’t know where to look.  His eyes darted this way and that, he was so surprised by the quick turn of events.  Asami kept her eyes down, ashamed now that the evening’s purpose was revealed.  She found Kobayashi repulsive.  He was fat and ugly.  He had shown a shark-like personality at dinner and she found her the sort of corporate robber baron that turned her off.  So, she was not eager to be put into a position of having to serve him sexually.  But, she was in Funakoshi’s power and knew there was no denying him…even this….

Hoshi was the least surprised, in a way.  She knew this was no joke. She maintained a poker face and studied the beautiful women in front of her.  She saw her as a typical, submissive housewife, spoiled and coddled.  Now that the Judo coach had revealed that he had her under his thumb. She was just as interested, if not more so, in the professor. He was the type of nerdy intellectual that she ritually abused in business.  Such men who worked for her feared her wrath.  She wondered how much control Funakoshi had over him since he was offering up his wife just like that….

Kobayashi grinned and finally said, “Well, I don’t know….”

“Ah Koyayashi San, please avail yourself of the pleasures of my house. Asami, stand up.” (This was the first time that night he had used her first name.)

Asami stood up….. And then Funakoshi made her lift her dress to show everyone her panties. 

“Spread your legs, slut, and show my honorable guests your dirty pussy.”

Asami blushed down to her tits; reluctant….but hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panty and pulled it down to reveal her hairy pubic mound.

At this, Kobayashi stood up and went to her side of the coffee table, ignoring her hapless husband, and put his arm around her waist.  He used his other hand to cup her pubis.  He began to fondle her there. 

When she began to whimper and then moan, he winked at his partner, Hoshi and then at Funakoshi and said, “where is the bedroom, Funakoshi San?”

Coach nodded to Tsuyoshi who was standing in the alcove between the kitchen and the dining room.  He came in and escorted Kobayashi and Asami towards the bedroom.

Funakoshi looked at Hoshi and smiled.  She grinned and looking at Junichi said, “Well, are you a good little boy, Muramatsu San?”

Junichi blushed and put his eyes down.

“Do you always let other men have your wife,” she asked him?

“Only when Coach tells me to,” he said apologetically. This was the first time in the conversation he had called Funakoshi San, ‘Coach’.

“I see.”

“Junichi, stand up and take your clothes off,” Funakoshi said to him.

When he was slow to comply, Coach nodded to Tsuyoshi who came over and stripped him like a child.  Hoshi sat there sipping a cordial watching with hooded eyes.  When Junichi was naked and standing there with his hands covering his genitals, Funakoshi made him expose his prick and balls and then turn around, bend over and spread his butt cheeks.  It was all very humiliating and Junichi wanted to die.

Kyung-Soon, where is the prostate stimulator?” 

She came scampering forward bearing a curiously shaped white device.

“Junichi, stay in that position. Kyung-Soon, the grease please.”

Kyung-Soon went over to the shelf and from a box took out a little pot filled with white cooking grease.  She lubricated the device and with Junichi holding his ass open, she worked the stimulator into his rectum.  He grunted as it popped thru his tight anal sphincter and when she twisted it to rest against his prostate, he groaned.  He was finally allowed to stand and again tried to cover his genitals with his hands.

Funakoshi went to the same shelf and took down a thin bamboo cane.  He came over and handed it to Hoshi.

“This silly little man will soon have a stiff prick when he hears Kobayashi San fucking his wife.  I think you may enjoy punishing him for his weakness.”

She took the cane and let just the smallest smile emerge.  Just then, the sounds of Asami being pleasured could be heard.  The big fat man had stripped his delectable dessert morsel and groped and fondled her everywhere.  He got her on her knees to suck his cock to full erection and then climbed on for a nice ride.

As the sounds grew more frantic and passionate, Junichi’s prick began to stiffen.  Hoshi stood up and came over to stand next to him. 

“Do want Kobayashi San to fuck your wife?”

“N….no.”

She grabbed him by his ear and led him around.  She got him bending over an easy chair and then proceeded to give him a thorough whipping with the thin cane.  Junichi groaned and whimpered and soon he was making as much noise as his wife was in the bedroom.

Hoshi made him stand again and took his prick in hand.  She began to play with it and when it began to ooze a drop of pre-cum, she punished him by grabbing one of his balls and pulling it down in his scrotum.  She twisted his ball sack and then squeezed his testicle until his erection went down. She made him say, ‘yes, I want him to fuck my wife’.  Funakoshi had stepped back to let her have some privacy.  He drifted into the kitchen with Tsuyoshi.  Kyung-Soon stayed in the living room in her role as serving maid.

Hoshi caned him and worked the stimulator around in his asshole (The device, fully inserted, left a “S” shaped handle outside his anus.).  She teased his prick until he moaned.  Then she either gave him a little karate chop on the shaft of his penis or squeezed one of his testicles to make him lose his erection. It was a very satisfying game for her.  When he lost his erection, the game began anew. 

Coach sidled back into the room, nursing a drink.  He watched her play with Junichi.  Presently, Kobayashi with Asami trailing behind him came back into the room.  He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, but Asami was naked.  Hoshi grinned at her partner and his eyebrows went up when he saw what she was doing.

Junichi and Asami made eye contact and both knew the evening was just beginning.  They were both embarrassed now…

“Do you mind if I get into the action, Kobayashi San,” Funakoshi asked Kobayashi?

“SURE,” he answered. 

Hoshi was curious at this.  She didn’t find Funakoshi attractive, but she was interested to see how much further the evening’s fun and games might go.  She was excited at this point and decided that it was time for her to cum.  She sat down and, trying to be demure, reached underneath her skirt to pull her panties down and off.  She made Junichi crawl over and got his head underneath her skirt. 

She put him to work licking her hairy pussy.  Meanwhile, Hoshi was enjoying Junichi’s mouth on her most female part.  When he slowed down or gagged on all the juices that flowed from her smelly cunt, she put her hand on the back of his head under her skirt and pressed his mouth more firmly into her gash.  Between tightening his anus on the stimulator which made the tip of the device rub against his prostate, and licking the pussy in his face, Junichi was very aroused.

“That’s a good boy,” she praised him. 

Hoshi didn’t want to expose too much of herself in this setting, as she was a true control person.  But, as she kept Junichi licking her pussy, it felt too good and she felt herself approaching a delicious cum.   When she did cum, Junichi’s whole lower face was wet with her secretions.  She pushed him down and used her foot to push him away.

Funakoshi, before Hoshi reached her orgasm, had dropped his trousers revealing his big cock.  His was longer than Kobayashi’s, but the older man’s cock was thicker.  He got Asami down on her knees and made her suck his cock.  Kobayashi sat down to watch.  Soon, Coach allowed himself the luxury of cumming in Asami’s mouth.  He told her to hold it….not to swallow and made Kyung-Soon get down on her knees facing Asami.

He had them kiss and share his cum, in a “snowball”.  Kobayashi was delighted.  He had been eying the chubby Korean girl almost as much as he had eyeballed Asami.  She was

attractive, but in a totally different way. To see the two women slowly and sensually kissing and sharing a big load of semen was a total turn on for him.  He found his erection returning. Kyung-Soon was avid for the cum and when some dribbled down Asami chin, she licked it up.  She licked her face clean, and seeing this, Funakoshi had her get down between Asami’s thighs to clean her pussy.

Seeing her enthusiasm, Kobayashi got closer to watch her put her mouth on the older woman’s beautiful, hairy pussy, full of his cum.  Coach told Kyung-Soon to stand up then and take off her clothes.  When she was naked, Kobayashi was ready to go again. 

Funakoshi had given the signal to Tsuyoshi who went out and fetched the “Bench of Shame” from the patio storage closet.  When he brought it in, Coach explained its use to his guests.  Hoshi was very intrigued but so was Kobayashi.  He wanted to see Kyung-Soon mounted and Coach accommodated his request.  He and Tsuyoshi got her on the bench and when they cranked the stirrups with her feet in them open wide, the older business man got a real eyeful.  The plump little Korean judoka had a cute pussy, fairly hairless with hot pink inside and sex lips that went very dark purple, almost black at the edges.  She had a nice big clitoris that was soon peeking out from under its hood which had partly retracted.

Coach made Junichi get on the bottom bench explaining that this was the usual position for a cuckold like him.  Tonight was a treat in that he would get to see Kyung-Soon’s pussy close up as she was fucked.  When both were mounted, Junichi’s face was a scant few centimeters from her pussy.  Kobayashi ambled over and dropped his shorts.  He was sporting a nice hard erection and wasted no time in working it into the Korean girl’s pussy. Junichi was beside himself.

He had gotten a terrific erection from being teased by Hoshi and listening to his wife getting a nice fucking.  Hoshi making him hot and then cooling him off had really gotten to him on a deeper lever too.  And now, seeing and smelling the 18-year old Korean girl’s pussy was almost too much.  When Kobayashi got his cock inside her and began fucking her, Hoshi came over and knelt by the side of the bench. She reached in and began playing with Junichi’s prick again.

She kept him on the boil as Kyung-Soon moaned as she was reamed.  When Kobayashi ejaculated and pulled out, Funakoshi thrust a rolled up towel under Junichi’s head to get him closer to the teen’s “creampie”.  As he did what he was told and leaned forward to lick and suck her flower, Hoshi began jerking Junichi off in earnest.  Asami watched her husband perform like a trained monkey.  She found the whole thing very exciting.  She couldn’t help herself.  The Coach petting her didn’t make it any easier for her either.  He played with her tits and pussy as she watched the spectacle getting her hotter.

Kyung-Soon moaned and whimpered softly as Junichi cleaned her.  When a big blob of semen slid down and he took it in his mouth, Hoshi, working him hard now, jerked him off fast and then slow.  Fast and then slow until he ejaculated.  He kept lapping, licking and sucking and in the end, Kyung-Soon was as clean as a whistle.  Then Funakoshi and

Tsuyoshi got Asami on the bench and took turns fucking her in her wet pussy.  After each man had cum, she was pretty messy. Watching his wife close up, got Junichi hard again.  And when Kobayashi found himself with another erection (This was one of the best nights he had in years!) and stepped up to take another shot at Asami, Coach urged him to sodomize her.

“Fuck her ass, Kobayashi San.  She needs it up the ass too,” he said.

Kyung-Soon was there, naked and wet, with the jar of grease for him to lubricate his cock.  He slathered some on his cock and then worked a blob of it into Asami’s tight brown hole.  He loved working his cock into her – stretching both sphincters until his thick cock was buried up to the base – all the way in her rectum.  He loved hearing her moan and groan as she worked it in and even more when he began piling her.  But having Kyung-Soon behind him tickling his asshole and nut sack was the best yet.  His hips were soon doing a jig and he hosed Asami’s bowels with a nice load.  When he pulled out, Coach propped up Junichi’s head again and told him to, ‘get busy’.

As Junichi went to work on his wife’s two dirty holes, Hoshi again went back to jerking him off.   She alternated this with digging a thumb into one of his testicles to torment him.  He groaned, cried out and finally ejaculated.  When it was over, his face was a mess.  He had really been given a lesson in being a cuckold on the “Bench of Shame”.

Afterwards, they two partners and Funakoshi sat around and enjoyed a drink.  Coach had Tsuyoshi take husband and wife to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.  Kyung-Soon stayed in the room, naked except for her little maid’s apron and her pumps as a serving girl to attend to their needs.  When the two partners finally left, Funakoshi felt he had a deal in his hands.  Kobayashi took him aside and confided in him that Hoshi rarely allowed herself to “relax” they way they had and he was looking forward to doing a lot of “business” with the Coach.  The Muramatsus had already been sent home by this point.  It was a satisfying evening in many ways for everyone.

Hoshi 

Perhaps even more than Kobayashi, Hoshi Watanabe had been turned on by the fun at Coach Funakoshi’s apartment.  She found Funakoshi a bit of a bore, and wasn’t attracted to him, just as she didn’t find her partner sexually attractive.  But she would go along with her partner’s willingness to back the Coach.  He had legitimate sporting credentials and a decent plan. 

She found other things interesting.  She was a high testosterone female who was attracted to submissive men and women. She was a natural sadist who, following a divorce after a long and unsatisfying marriage, had begun to explore her darker impulses.  She called Funakoshi and asked him if it would be “OK” for her to call on the Muramatsus and Kyung-Soon.  Coach was thrilled. If he had been able to please her, it meant he had additional insurance for his deal.  And when Kobayashi called him a few days later to confirm their deal, Funakoshi knew the dinner that night had helped to close the deal.

The first thing Hoshi did was to call and then send a limo to pick up Kyung-Soon.  When the girl was brought to her penthouse apartment in the Minato-Ku section of Tokyo, she made the girl strip and then used the split ends of a thin bamboo cane on the Korean girl’s butt cheeks, anus and her nipples.

The beating on her asshole was something very new for Kyung-Soon.  She was made to hold her butt cheeks open after Hoshi had beaten her butt raw.  Repeated blows on the tender, tight brown hole and the surrounding dark grove it rested in produced a terrible pain and soreness.  She enjoyed making the girl push her asshole OUT and then she gave her a sharp smack right on the anal ring so temptingly presented.  After a few blows the girl’s asshole was twitching and spasming uncontrollably.  This excited Hoshi enormously and when she asked Kyung-Soon if she was ready to eat some pussy, the Korean girl willingly accepted the task.

Hoshi then subjected her to a long and agonizing “face-sitting”.  She made the girl get on her back on a futon and then pulled off her panty and sat on her face.  She spread her legs and squatted down facing the girl’s feet.  In this way her smelly anus was pressed right up against Kyung-Soon’s nose and she could rub her open pussy up against the girl’s mouth and chin.  She stayed on her for nearly an hour. 

She almost drowned her.  She oozed and squirted so much pussy juice; and it was a deeply satisfying cum for her.  She rode the girl’s face hard, using her nose, mouth and chin, and when Kyung-Soon didn’t use her lips and tongue enthusiastically enough, Hoshi grabbed the girl’s dark brown nipples and cruelly pinched, pulled and twisted them to “encourage” her.

Later she made Kyung-Soon get on all fours and got behind her to masturbate her.  She got her fingers into her pussy, rubbed her clitoris and turned her hand down to press and rub the urethral pad until she made the girl spurt.  Then she made her lick up her own juices from her hand and fingers. Hoshi enjoyed the session very much.  Kyung-Soon whose sex contact with her own gender had been limited to the “snowball” kiss with Asami that night at Coach’s apartment and licking the older woman’s “creampie”, discovered that she enjoyed being dominated by a big, aggressive female. 

It was different, strange and in some ways had its own special rewards.  At the end of the session with Hoshi, Kyung-Soon found herself being cradled and cuddled by the older woman, and nursing on her nipples.  It was a nice climax to the intense sexual tension and release she experienced earlier as well as the punishment she received.  ‘I liked it when she sat on my face’, she thought to herself as Hoshi’s bodyguard/chauffeur drove her back to her dorm.

Next, Hoshi called Asami.  She told her to be ready and that she would send her bodyguard/chauffeur to pick her up. Asami was greatly intimidated by the older woman and dressed to please her.  When she arrived at Hoshi’s apartment, she was treated to a tour and drinks served on the penthouse’s patio which afforded a spectacular view of the city. Then, Hoshi got down to business.

“You are a real dirty slut, aren’t you,” she asked Asami suddenly.

When Asami answered in the affirmative, it was the beginning of a long and exhausting session for the 26 year old housewife.  Hoshi made her strip and worked her over with a hairbrush and clips on her nipples and clitoris.  She beat her buttocks until Asami wasn’t able to sit down with crying out.

She made her sit facing her and slapped her face until Asami began sobbing.  Then grabbing her by the ear, like she was a child, Hoshi pulled her floppy tits from her bra and made her kiss, lick and suck her long nipples.  She then stripped and made Asami kiss and lick her from her ears and neck down to her smelly feet.  Hoshi had her pay particular attention to her pussy, ass crack, asshole and in-between her toes.

Then Hoshi bound her wrists behind her back and sat on her face.  She rode the pretty wife until her face was raw.  When she didn’t perform to her satisfaction, she sat down, smothering her.  With her hands tied, all Asami could do was scream in terror and agony as she was afraid of passing out or being asphyxiated.

She pulled and twisted Asami’s nipples and ground her ample hips back and forth….and then in circles to enjoy the young woman’s lips and tongue.  She told Asami to stick her tongue out as far as she could and then she pressed her clitoris right against it and rubbed up and down, and then back and forth.

When Asami’s mouth got tired, she paid for slacking off.  Hoshi slapped her titties until they were so sore, she couldn’t wear her bra later to go home.  Hoshi gave her countless

smacks across her sweet nipples; and her nipples was so tender when she was done.  The climax to the face sitting was Hoshi rising up to give her a breather and telling her:

“All this fun has gotten to me.  My bladder is so full.  You know what that means, baby?”

Asami shook her head, ‘no’.  Actually she was afraid to answer.

“Well I’ve got to pee.  You are going to open your dirty mouth and be my toilet. Do you understand slut?”

With that, she got her pisshole right over Asami’s mouth and concentrated. When the first few drops spurted out, Asami recoiled, and this brought instant punishment from Hoshi.

“Not going to be obedient? I’ll show you what happens when you disobey me.”

With that, she began working on Asami’s already agonized nipples. Hot smacks, more pinching, pulling them out as far as possible and then giving the sickening little twists.  Asami was soon ready to be her urinal.  When Hoshi resumed and her stream began flowing, she got closer to Asami’s mouth and as she continued pissing, Asami had her mouth covering Hoshi’s tiny urethral opening so that she could take her medicine directly.

She gulped and swallowed the acrid piss and when it was over, and she was allowed to stand, she gagged and couldn’t overcome the sick feelings.  She ran for the bathroom and vomited into the toilet bowl. 

The next time, Hoshi had husband and wife brought to her one weekday evening.  She made them both strip and had both of them service her. She took particular pleasure in denying Junichi the opportunity to cum.  She teased him unmercifully and when he dribbled pre-cum and looked like he was about to ejaculate, she squeezed his balls or dug a fingertip into a testicle. 

She particularly enjoyed making them “confess”.  She forced each of them to admit their sexual kinks and weaknesses.  For Junichi, he had to admit that he was a premature ejaculator and a chronic masturbator.  And that he derived his greatest pleasure from watching other men fuck his beautiful wife.  Hoshi was delighted when she got Asami to confess that she was a dirty slut who daydreamed endlessly about being degraded and came hardest when she was treated like the lowest whore.

In some respects, she was a more effective dominant than Coach.  She knew that the hidden secrets in a person’s psyche were their most protected and defended treasures.  Realizing that she had an asset in Funakoshi, she called on him.  What she wanted was access to his “slaves” and the kinky equipment he used.  Coach told her about the “Wooden Pony”. And he hinted about bestiality, unsure of how far he could go with her.  Funakoshi found her interest a real boon.  He had thought that Kobayashi would be the easier sale.  It turned out that Hoshi was his best ally.  He had Tsuyoshi and Taiki put together a “Pony” and a “Bench of Shame” for her personal use. 

In the meantime, Hoshi took full advantage of the opportunity to use the Muramatsus, and had them report to her at her penthouse apartment on several occasions.  She mounted Asami and Junichi on the bench and had her bodyguard/chauffeur fuck her.  After he’d made her cum, she told the young man to take his cock out of Asami’s sopping pussy and made Junichi lick the man’s dick clean.  Then after the bodyguard/chauffeur came, she took real delight in making Junichi eat her “creampie”. 

Anal Torture

The Japanese are a very conflicted people when it comes to what goes on in the bathroom.  The natural processes of urination and defecation are fraught with neurotic complications when it comes to the Nipponese.  It’s not that they are burdened with Christian guilt, as the nation is much more Shinto and Buddhist in their thinking and values.  But something in their collective psyche has made many Japanese men and women confused and twisted when it comes to pissing and shitting.  There is some sort of national obsession with “dirt”.

Hoshi Watanabe was a case in point.  She had been raised by a very strict parents, especially her father. He was a disciplinarian and she grew up very nervous under his watchful eyes.  She internalized her anxieties and this gave her recurring bouts of constipation.  It’s no mystery how and why Hoshi became fixated on “control” and such activities like “water sports” and enemas.  She grew up with strong appetites and food and masturbation were her secret vices.  So, at age 46, she ended up a “substantial” woman.  She was 169cm tall and weighed 75 kilos. She was heavy in her breasts, stomach, ass and thighs. 

She grew up with a need to “punish”, lest she be “punished”.  And having submissive men and women to direct this aggression towards allowed her to relieve the tension she felt.  Funakoshi let her know that he could give her access to his “slaves”.  And he had three couples for her pleasure: the Muramatsus, whom she’d met, Kyung-Soon and her 18-year old boyfriend, Yori and Midori, a 44-year old matron and her husband Tadao, 54.  Coach was more than willing to share them with her.  Anything to please the big shot that was going to make him lots of money.

Hoshi enjoyed her time with Kyung-Soon too and when she found the teen had a cute, slim young boyfriend who was probably as submissive as she, she arranged for the two to visit her.  Yori was very nervous about it too.  He had already been subjected to agonizing experiences at Coach Funakoshi’s hands.  His sexuality had been still in the process of formation and the ritualistic abuse that he and Kyung-Soon had been subjected to had bent him some.  He was still trying to sort it all out. 

Kyung-Soon on the other hand, like all girls, was more in touch at any age than a male, with her feelings.  She knew that she liked to be told what to do.  And she was not all that squeamish about some of the truly degrading things she’d been made to do. Without intellectualizing about it, Kyung-Soon knew she was a masochist.  Yori wasn’t so sure.

And so, it was with some trepidation, that he found himself in the back seat of a big black Mercedes-Benz on his way to a woman’s apartment that he had never met before.  When they got there, the bodyguard/chauffeur ushered them in and a butler greeted them at the door and took their coats.  Yori was thoroughly intimidated. 

Hoshi came in wearing a grey business suit, looking very professional, businesslike and stern.  She greeted Kyung-Soon warmly and shook hands with Yori.  She escorted them into her study.  There after some small talk she began to “interview” Yori, who became defensive and tried to answer her questions in monosyllables.   Seeing his resistance, Hoshi pulled out the “album”.  She had been given photos of the couple by Funakoshi.  And they showed both of them being trained. Including a series where the two of them were mounted on the “Bench of Shame”.

Yori’s face went red.  He was so embarrassed, he wanted to die.  He wanted to leave, but this powerful woman seemed to radiate a magnetic pull that made it impossible for him to get to his feet and run.  In any event, he was bound to Kyung-Soon too.  Their relationship had started out the way all teen sexual relationships start out.  Petting, and then blowjobs and finally penetration.  But, he found it hard to keep up with her in so many ways.  And when he met Coach, Funakoshi sensed the boy was somewhat submissive and took to punishing Kyung-Soon in front of him.  The first time he got an erection watching the Coach “train” her, Funakoshi made his girlfriend look and the embarrassment they both felt started them down a road where both were exploited.

This is how Yori found himself in Hoshi Watanabe’s penthouse apartment, with her bodyguard/chauffeur standing behind them in the study and him being forced to answer her embarrassing questions. 

Hoshi stood up and said, “Children, come with me.”

She took them upstairs.  There she had a simply enormous and wonderful bathroom by Japanese, European or American standards.  Yori watched fascinated as his girlfriend stripped to her bra and panties and was soon naked as Hoshi and her bodyguard/chauffeur, Tatsuya, stood by.  She turned to face Hoshi who gestured toward a big rectangular table.

Kyung-Soon slowly walked to the table and climbed up…. and looking over her shoulder, knelt on her knees, and bent over, placing her chin on her forearms.  She knelt on the rubber sheet; her plump thighs spread wide, revealing to Yori's wide eyed gaze, the sight of the fat fig of her cunt, pouting provocatively above her brown anus. With eyes closed, her ass up, legs apart and head down, she was ready for Hoshi. The older woman used her index finger to scoop up a blob of lanolin based grease which she smeared all over Kyung-Soon’s anus – and then worked it deeply into her asshole.

She twisted her finger around inside, smearing the grease in her rectum, and Kyung-Soon whimpered.  She knew this violation was only the preliminary.  Hoshi had everything in readiness.  She was going to give her an enema - a hot salt water soapy enema – four or five liters of water.  She would use a large, black, curved, hard rubber nozzle some 13cm long.

The enema would produce unbearable cramps - giving Kyung-Soon the feeling of she would experience in the early stages of labor. And all of this before she gave the Korean girl a whipping on the backs of her thighs and buttocks.

Kyung-Soon was anxious, and as Hoshi removed her finger, she felt butterflies. Hoshi lubricated her anus and rectum with grease again while Yori watched with eyes as big as saucers as Hoshi aimed the big nozzle at his girl’s tight brown hole.  Her crack was dark and he could see the contrast between her dimpled butt cheeks and the dark grove between them. 

The older woman pressed the tip of the nozzle against her anus and pushed it into her rectum - all the way.  Kyung-Soon held her breath as she forced it in until the base was against her sphincter.  Yori was mesmerized by the sheer spectacle of his girlfriend’s spread butt cheeks; her hairy pussy and the black nozzle stretching open her brown asshole.   Kyung-Soon knelt there, feeling violated… waiting. She tried to relax, hoping it wouldn’t hurt too much, but as the water flowed she felt lots of pressure, as Hoshi had instructed Tatsuya to hang the bag high.  She soon began to groan and whimper.  Yori,

with his hand in his pants pocket, began playing with his prick. He couldn’t control himself.

Hoshi planned to pump her full with four or five liters….and then add more until she reached her personal limits.   She gave her the first two liters, and it went fast. Then she made Kyung-Soon turn over on the table, lift her legs up and spread them – getting into the “diaper” position.  For the Korean teen, the humiliating posture, the sounds and smells were overwhelming.  This was exposing her in a new way and triggered deeply personal feelings in her body and mind.

As the water filled her rectum and bowels, the stretched tissues pressed on nerves on the front wall of her vagina and soon her pussy and crotch were very wet. Kyung-Soon’s asshole was soon spasming around the thick black nozzle in rhythm with contractions in her vagina, as Yori watched in amazement.

She was getting sexual pleasure from the enema.  The stretching pressure in her rectum put tremendous pressure on the sex nerves in her cunthole - the sensitive stretch receptors – and it was obvious to everyone that this stimulated the sex muscles and nerves in her pussy in a very powerful way. Yori watched her writhe as she experienced a very wet, convulsive orgasm. 

As Hoshi let more water flow, the pain began begin to overwhelm any sexual feelings Kyung-Soon experienced and she began groaning as the water began stretching her cruelly.  Soon she had taken four full liters.  Hoshi now pumped her slowly, pinching the hose to control how fast the water flowed.

As a fifth liter was forced into her bowels, Kyung-Soon began gagging and then retching. This continued until she vomited into a bowl Tatsuya held by her mouth.  She had been forced to take so much water that some of the mess backed into her stomach and forced her to vomit.  Drooling, wet between the legs and feeling the after effects of the enema as well as having thrown up - she was a sad sight.  Yori found that he was totally mesmerized by what he had seen. Following this, Hoshi made her walk around and display her huge, swollen belly with the nozzle still embedded in her rectum like a tail.

Yori was amazed at how big her belly was. She had taken more than five liters.  It was more penetration than any other sexual act short of getting pregnant.   Kyung-Soon pleaded for relief.  Hoshi kept her sadistically walking around. 

“Look at the clock, little piggy,” she taunted her. “I’ll tell you when you can shit. Show us your big stomach, slut.”

She left her to stagger and moan, clutching her stomach and whining that she had to, ‘shit’.  Hoshi berated her for acting like a baby.  Yori came over and held her hand and stroked her hair, trying to soothe her.  Watching the teen’s discomfort, the older woman got more excited and came up with something else for her to do. 

She said to her, “if you want to shit, first you have to suck Tatsuya’s cock.

Kyung-Soon looked at the tall bodyguard/chauffeur and then at her boyfriend.  She didn’t want to embarrass him, but knew she was going to have to do it.  She finally nodded, ‘yes-yes’.

“Get on your knees, slut and make it nice for him.  If he tells me he didn’t like it, I’m going to make you hold the enema longer. Do you understand?”

Kyung-Soon groaned and nodded again.  Yori stepped back, embarrassed for his girlfriend. 

“Do you want her to suck his cock, boy,” Hoshi asked him?

He just looked down at the floor and didn’t say anything.

“Unless you want to be up on the table next, you had better say, ‘yes, Watanabe San, I want Kyung-Soon to suck Tatsuya’s big cock’.”

Yori, hating himself for his weakness, finally managed to mumble, “Yes, Watanabe San, I want her to suck his cock.”

“Say please.”

“P….Please.”

Kyung-Soon got down on the floor….kneeling.  She looked up at the tall bodyguard/chauffeur.  He was not bad looking and as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his equipment, her mouth began to water. He had a nice big, uncircumcised cock.  He pulled his foreskin back and revealed a musky crust of smegma. 

Obsessed as ever with “dirt” and bodily discharges, Hoshi came over and instructed her on cleaning his cock first.  She made her lick all around the rim scooping with her tongue the cheesy deposits she found there.  Hoshi made Yori get close to watch his girlfriend perform this humiliating task.  She kept one hand on her swollen belly, cradling herself and moaning as the cramps tormented her.

Hoshi told Yori to take his prick out and give it little squeezes. He had an erection.  Hoshi told Kyung-Soon to look over at her boyfriend so she could see that he was excited watching her service another man.  Yori frigged his prick gently….he was so excited…he knew if he wasn’t careful… he would cum.

Shamed by his betrayal, the Korean teen went back kissing and licking Tatsuya’s ball sack next, followed by sucking his fat cock.  She worked on him steadily and then he grabbed her by her head and began face-fucking her.  It didn’t take him long and soon, his hips did a little convulsive jig and he began hosing her mouth full.   It was a decent

load and Kyung-Soon, who liked the taste and the feel of cum in her mouth, swirled it around and licked her lips.

Yori masturbated furiously and ejaculated hotly and wetly as he watched Kyung-Soon make Tatsuya cum; and he was still spurting as she savored the bodyguard/chauffeur’s semen.  It was at that exact moment that Yori ejaculated.  Hoshi made Yori kiss her after she had swallowed the load.  It was very humiliating for Yori in front of Tatsuya, who was only a few years older.  Now that Kyung-Soon had done her duty she was allowed to shit. 

Hoshi produced a child’s chamber pot for her to use.  Kyung-Soon had assumed that she would be allowed to use the toilet, but to enforce discipline and shame her, Hoshi made her sit on the small pot, made for a child, and do her business.  Kyung-Soon sat down and began to empty her bowels.  The embarrassing sounds and odors guaranteed that she was totally shamed when she was done. 

Since anticipation was an important part of punishment, Hoshi took her time getting Kyung-Soon ready for her whipping.  Being strapped to a special bench there heightened her sense of helplessness. It was padded, but by the time the straps binding her had been adjusted and tightened, movement was difficult and uncomfortable.

A pad under her lower belly and side mounted stirrups left the teen well exposed so that she looked like an animal in heat, straddling a leather cushion.  She was spread helplessly on the bench, her legs open wide, and her pussy and ass crack exposed. Hoshi liked to use a carved “hand” of fresh ginger. Shaped into a plug and dunked in water, she worked it into Kyung-Soon’s asshole.  The fig would soon begin to burn like the lit end of a cigarette and then a thoroughly nasty itching would take its place.

The fig quickly began burning and the teen started to sob softly. Hoshi picked up a thin, oiled, prison strap as Kyung-Soon began wriggling and writhing in her bonds. Hoshi stood to the left and drew the flat strap through her fingers. Holding the strap in her right hand, she stroked Kyung-Soon's taut spread buttocks and upper thighs.

All of this made Yori erect again; he wanted to masturbate, but Hoshi looked at him and wagged her finger when she saw him touching himself.  He was wildly turned on as he watched his girlfriend tormented by the ginger fig.  It drove him mad; and now he was being forbidden to release the tension he felt in his young body. Her sharp intake of air at the touch of Hoshi’s hand was exciting to Yori. He was overwhelmed at the submissive position his girl had been put into…and her whimpering reaction was erotic catnip to the young Japanese boy. 

Hoshi whipped Kyung-Soon thoroughly on her butt cheeks and the back of her thighs…making her cry out, groan…moan, squeal and finally scream. She beat her methodically….bending over periodically to whisper something in the Korean girl’s ear; and then resuming the beating. When she was done, Kyung-Soon’s ass and thighs were hot red.  They looked raw.

After this, she took both teens into her bedroom.  She stripped and lay down on the covers.  She told Yori to take off all his clothes and when he was naked she instructed the two of them to start kissing and licking her.  She made them give her an “around-the-world”, a tongue bath from her face to her feet.  Of course, she had them concentrate on her mouth, tits, nipples, cunt, ass crack, anus and feet.  She especially loved having both of them lick and suck her toes and run their tongues in between them.  She was imprinting both of them with her pheromones, of course.

After nearly an hour of oral worship by both of them, she took turns sitting on their faces.  She made herself cum by riding both of them to exquisite cums.  She squirted so much smelly pussy juice that both of them thought they might drown or suffocate when she sat down fully on their faces.

Then, she had Yori fuck his girlfriend. Or try to, for every time, when he his prick was in her pussy and he was getting close to cumming, Hoshi would grab his nut sack and squeeze.  She was into denying him the opportunity to cum.  She loved punishing this slim, short young boy.  Every time he got close to ejaculating, Hoshi prevented him.  Even Kyung-Soon protested, but Hoshi would not be denied.  If he wanted to cum, he would have to consent to letting Tatsuya fuck his girlfriend. 

He didn’t want to do it, but in the end, he gave in.  He let himself be mounted on the “Bench of Shame” and had to endure it when Tatsuya, with his bigger cock positioned himself between his girl’s legs so that his dick and balls were right over Yori’s face. The poor boy could see, right in front of his eyes, Tatsuya’s cock enter his girlfriend’s vagina.  Strapped to the bench, he was forced to watch the action close-up.  You can imagine what it was like when Tatsuya ejaculated inside his girlfriend!

As this was happening, Hoshi tickled and teased his prick, making it drool. She brought him close to cumming three times and then purposely cooled him off.  She squeezed his nuts and made his erection subside. Only then did she go back to stimulating him.  When he was crying with tension and shame and Tatsuya was cumming inside his girl, that’s when Hoshi, jerking him slow and then fast, slow and fast….made him cum. He thought his soul had spurted through his penis, it was so intense.  For Hoshi, this was a wonderful way to kill a few hours.  Shaming Yori was deeply relaxing and satisfying for her.

The unfortunate boy was now caught in her web.  She forced him to accept her ways. Training included sessions on the table with Yori on his hands and knees with his butt cheeks spread.  She would insert a ginger fig into his asshole, and then used the enema nozzle to fuck him which made his prick weep pre-cum.  He endured enemas with a thick, bent enema nozzle shoved up his ass which pressed up against his prostate and gave him erections. 

When his prick got stiff during these sessions, Hoshi often made him stand in front of her with his hands behind his head like he was an army recruit and she was a drill sergeant.  She tied his thumbs together behind his back. Retracted his foreskin and then smeared analgesic balm under his prepuce and all over the glans (the head of his prick) as punishment.  Sometimes, she teased him and then denied him the opportunity to cum.  If he lost control and ejaculated she would put him on the bench and give him a cruel whipping on his butt and then his asshole.  Yori emerged from these sessions at her apartment so thoroughly imprinted that for the rest of his life he searched unconsciously for another woman who was just like her.

The Party

And then the day came that the Muramatsus were invited to the party.  The Coach told the couple to present themselves at a victory party held on a Friday night at a rental hall.  Funakoshi knew the owner well.  The man was an ally and Coach had always been able to hold the type of party he liked to throw there.  As the team had won a key meet, ostensibly the party was to celebrate the win. But it was planned as an orgy of sorts: almost 40 men and three slave couples. 

Asami and Junichi discussed the party but there was no discussion about not going.  Only about what they could expect and what Asami should wear.  She eventually wore a tight navy blue skirt, a beautiful red silk blouse, black high-heeled pumps and her best silk lingerie.  Her hair and make-up were perfect. When they got there, there was food and drink on side tables, buffet style and lots of men. Music was playing and there were several waiters in attendance.

Kyung-Soon was there and she looked pretty in a clingy yellow dress and no bra.  Two of the men were Todai University professors. There were judokas from the University team and players from the soccer team as well as some post grad students.  Others were just family and friends.  But there were only three women in the room: Asami, Kyung-Soon and a 44-year old woman, married to Tadao, aged 54, who was in attendance.  

There was ropes suspended from a hook on a ceiling beam, a strange looking bench, a “wooden pony” and a gynecological table which were all displayed prominently on one side of the room.  Coach had been planning this evening for weeks and he and his assistants had all the right props assembled.  As the drinks flowed, the monitor began playing DVDs starring the three women.  At one point, a man came over and poured a glass of ice water on the front of Asami’s blouse and this created a very provocative look. 

Men began to move in closer.  She looked down, at one point, to see hands unbuttoning her blouse, and automatically reached up to stop that person.  But when someone grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her arms behind her, others yanked the garment off.  Released, she reached up to cover her tits, but she was now naked from the waist up.

The man who had unbuttoned her blouse pulled her to him and began a slow dance. But only a minute into the dance the music changed to a fast beat. He released Asami and stepped back a foot or so and began dancing to the new beat. When Asami stood motionless with her arms across her chest, he motioned for her to dance.

Asami tried to dance with her arms over her breasts, but someone pulled her hands down.  Asami knew what was expected of her and began dancing.  She felt her naked tits bouncing and jiggling, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Actually, she felt very female and desirable.  Junichi watched from a corner of the room as his wife began her decent. Then he noticed the flashes. Men were taking pictures of her.

The next dance was a slow one. Asami stopped dancing and was about to cover up when someone grabbed her arm from behind and swung her around. She ended up in the arms of yet another man. He didn't even pretend to dance. Right there on the floor in front of all the people, he cupped Asami's ass with his right hand and lowered his mouth to her right tit. His other hand covered Asami's left tit and he positioned Asami's hip against his crotch and ground into her. Then the hand on her tit dropped to her crotch and easily found her pussy underneath the crotch of her panties.  He worked a finger, and then two, into Asami's pussy. And that's how they ‘danced’- with him finger-fucking her.

Another set of hands were at Asami's waist fumbling with the buttons of her skirt.  This man got impatient and Asami felt her skirt rip.  She didn't see it, but knew the buttons went flying. Her befuddled brain wondered how she would ever find them. Then the skirt was pulled off her. Asami was now naked, except for her panties and her high heel shoes, in front of a large group of strangers while a man sucked her tit, squeezed her ass, and fingered her pussy while grinding his hard cock into her thighs.

Asami's dance partner backed away a little and took his fingers out of her cunt. Asami just stood there, embarrassed to be almost naked in front of everyone. What she didn't see was that he was pulling his hard cock out of his pants. And he motioned to a friend who brought a third man over. They pulled out one of the benches at a one of the tables.  One man got on his back on the bench; and the they got Asami straddling him. He unbuttoned his trousers and out popped a hard erection. A crowd had gathered now.

“You sit on his cock, slut.  And suck mine,” Asami’s dance partner said to her.

Asami was pulled down and felt the man pull aside her panties to expose her wet pussy.  He got her squatting right over his cock and as it parted her labia and began to sink into her warm, buttery depths, she looked over at her husband and saw the lust in his face. His lust for her.  Somehow, it was “OK”.  She sat on the cock spearing her from below.  As she settled down, her dance partner moved forward fisting his cock and wagging it right in front of her face. 

She just opened her mouth wide and watched as he edged forward until his cock bumped into her face. Her hands were supporting her weight on the man’s chest underneath her, so Asami just opened her mouth wider, looking up at her dance partner.  He grabbed his half-erect cock and guided it to her mouth. She clamped her lips around it and began sucking.  It stiffened and grew in her mouth which allowed Asami to bob her head up and down.

The third man behind Asami saw his friend was now fully inside her pussy and she was now humping up and down a little enjoying the feel of the hard erection. Asami was sucking a cock and getting fucked in the pussy from below. The young man behind

Asami straddled the bench, crouched down and using his saliva and some butter he got from the table worked his cock into her asshole.

It took him some effort, but as he felt the other man's cock moving through the thin membrane separating her two holes, he went wild and began thrusting upwards and deep into her rectum.  Asami had three cocks moving in and out of her three openings; and she knew everybody, including her husband, was watching.

The camera flashes were almost continuous as Asami serviced three men at the same time. She again wondered what would become of the photographs as her eyes glanced at the onlookers. Asami was mortified when she saw the video cameras. She was on her hands and knees like a dog, sitting on a cock, sucking another, while a third reamed her ass. She wasn't moving much. She remained immobile, like a fuck-doll, while the three men humped her…. three hard cocks ramming in and out of her body.

She gagged occasionally when the cock in her mouth went down her throat, and she grunted when the one in her ass pounded into her tight shit hole too violently. The boy on the floor grabbed Asami's swaying tits and squeezed, pulling on her long nipples. Now she felt like a cow -- on all fours being milked. But no cow ever endured the humiliation she felt.

The man fucking Asami's ass began humping faster and then she felt his fingernails dig into her skin. He yelled something and then she felt his hot sperm shoot into her ass. The mob hooted and hollered. The young man fucking her face grabbed her head and really forced his cock as deep as it could go. Once again she found herself choking, not being able to breathe. When he yelled Asami welcomed it, and then his warm, slimy load filled her mouth before she swallowed.

The audience began yelling and clapping.  Asami was left on top of the man lying beneath her. She now had the freedom to move and began bouncing up and down on his cock.  Some of the cum in her mouth had dribbled down onto her tits.  Asami looked like a sex machine as her hair flopped around and her tits bounced. The cameras captured it all. Finally, the man under Asami cried out, which was followed by a loud response from the onlookers and then more applause. Asami waited for the man’s dick to stop spurting and then climbed off him. She sank to the floor, squatting….a bit exhausted.

People gathered all around the three guys, slapping them on their backs and congratulating them. The 26-year old matron just crouched there, ashamed and sore. When the commotion subsided, a bunch of guys around Asami began shedding their clothes. Two men grabbed her and hauled her over to the gynecological table.  They pulled her panties completely off and got her up on the table with her legs in the stirrups and cranked them up and back until her knees were pressed against her chest.  Guys were coming over to take pictures of her totally exposed and so available.  She was not ready to be taken by anyone and everyone.  Then, with her totally exposed the first man stepped up and pushed his cock into her wet cunt. Asami cried out when his cock entered her, as he was very thick.

Asami had some trouble breathing.  First, she was practically doubled over and this put a lot of pressure on her.  But the cock inside her ass added to her difficulty. It felt so full in her that she gasped. Asami looked up at the man’s face through her legs. The strain on his face, and the sweat dripping from it, attested to the effort he was exerting.  He was really working her pussy. So hard, in fact, that the slapping of his thighs on her ass-cheeks was heard above the din.

Although Asami knew she wasn't supposed to object to anything, getting fucked in this position was too much for her.  But every time she opened her mouth to ask him to stop, he thrust harder. He fucked her so hard and fast that he didn't last long. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was no more than a few minutes, the 19-year old filled her sexhole with his load.

After he pulled out and moved away, Asami took a breather. She was just catching her breath when another man got into position.  Asami saw someone kneeling in front of her, just before a camera flash temporarily blinded her.  Someone had taken a picture of her -- of her pussy and asshole, totally on display and her cunt hole widened from the recent fuck and oozing cum, and her face looking through her legs. It was a very humiliating photo.

Before she could see clearly again, another man pushed his cock into her pussy.  By now she was out of it, just laying there while they fucked her. She tried to see his face, but couldn’t focus. The gangbang was having an effect on her.  Her head lolled and she saw several younger men jerking off. Asami was surprised to see 18-year old Kyung-Soon standing off to the side and watching her.  She was a first year student and a very junior member of the Judo team who Asami didn’t know at all.  She had caught a glimpse of her sucking cock on one of the wall-mounted TV monitors, but was soon being fucked herself.

Asami didn't even notice the empty wine glass in her hand until the Coach called out and she moved to him, holding the glass up. The Coach had a gaggle of young men, all younger students, as well as three of the the waiters, lined up in a row.  He encouraged them to take out their cocks and jerk off.  Kyung-Soon would collect their ejaculate in the glass.  Soon the first boy was shooting a big white load of semen into the glass.

The man fucking Asami came and another took his place, but Asami didn't even bother to look up. She kept staring at the group jerking off and Kyung-Soon catching their discharges in the glass. By the time another man had worked his cock into her pussy, the glass was almost full. Asami was so befuddled she didn’t know what they were doing.

When the current man fucking her came and pulled out, Asami’s legs held by the stirrups were spread wide and she expected another cock to be thrust into her. Someone prodded Asami so she lazily turned to face whoever it was. She saw two men tying stripping Midori and mounting her on the wooden horse.  She, being older, had stood off to the side.  This was more sex than she was used to and she just watched as Asami got worked over good. 

But when some men approached her and she balked, they got her mounted on the “pony” and let her take a ride.  The horse was basically a bench with a beam. Tsuyoshi had taped three strands of thin exposed wire down the length of the horse.  He connected the wires to a rheostat and then to an battery. The device made her stand with her pussy resting on a sharp, pointed wooden board as she straddled the bench. The bench was adjustable for height and Taiki and Tsuyoshi set it just a little too high, so that having both feet flat on the floor was too painful for her and she had to stand on her toes.

But first, they bent her over, spread her butt cheeks and inserted a couple of suppositories deep in her asshole.  Her wrists were then handcuffed behind her and attached to a ceiling hook by a rope, forcing her to lean forward a little, which pressed her tender perineum and her open pussy against the sharp edge of the board. Time became the enemy when her calf muscles tired.  She had to keep adjusting positions to relieve the stress. But that just created new stress and pressure, so she kept moving around. It created a downward spiral where she had to keep shifting more and more frequently. 

Men came over and took pictures of her crotch cruelly splayed on the board.  The expressions on her face were priceless. Frustration, pain, despair and shame played on her matronly features for all to see.  All the while her tender pussy was being raked and rubbed agonizingly along the board’s sharp edge.  She soon began to “ride” going up like she was galloping on a horse. It was a very humiliating torment.  And they brought Tadao, her husband, over to witness it close-up.

Tsuyoshi then used very small amounts of electricity to add to her suffering. She yelped and jumped up every time he “zapped” her. For a male, putting him on the “horse” meant that the heat of his exertions would cause his balls to slacken and they were soon touching the hot wire.  For a female, you spread their pussies open.  With either, the two assistant coaches would make sure to spread their victim’s butt cheeks open nice and wide.

After being mounted on the horse for about 30 minutes, Midori was begging like a child to be taken off.  She said would ‘do anything’.  Actually, Funakoshi had a special ordeal in mind for her. In getting to know her, she told him that the greatest humiliation she could imagine was to be forced to have a “full evacuation”, a public bowel movement, in front of a crowd that included her husband.

By the time Tsuyoshi released her from the horse, she had to shit badly.  Her rectum was full and screaming for release.  A small glass serving bowl was set up right in the middle of the room and Midori was told to squat down and shit in the bowl for everyone’s entertainment.  With her middle-aged matron’s face flaming, this poor woman squatted down as Coach commanded and did her business right in front of everyone.  It was very gross and deeply mortifying for her.  Shaming sounds and smells filled the room.  Nothing she could do could salvage her dignity after this…

Following this, she would take cocks in her mouth, pussy and asshole willingly and came to several tumultuous orgasms.  Coach made her husband, Tadao, hold her hands during some of her penetrations as he believed this would allow her to tighten her vaginal muscles as well. She had big, heavy floppy titties with simply enormous dark brown nipples.  Something in her brought out the most bestial sides of men and she would be subjected to some outrageous acts throughout the evening.

Asami watched two more young men jerking off, right next to her. Then she saw the white rope of sperm fly her way. It splashed across her nose and then another landed on her cheek... and then another and another. All the while camera flashes went off – recording her shame.

When the young man stopped shooting his cum all over Asami's face she turned back to the group who had been jerking off. Kyung-Soon had collected quite a bit and was walking towards her, carrying the wine glass of filled with cum.  Asami looked, her mind confused and not functioning perfectly. Then as Kyung-Soon came and stood next to Asami, she brought the glass to her lips.  Bewildered, Asami automatically opened her mouth. With the glass at her open mouth, she tilted her head back. It wasn't until a a big gush of slimy seed spilled into her mouth and she swallowed that the full import of the act hit her. She immediately clamped her lips together and turned her head.

“Please, you must drink,” Kyung-Soon said to her. “Coach will get angry. Please drink.”

Asami stared at the girl, looking for an ally.  But all she saw in her face were nervous, scared eyes pleading with her to drink. Asami looked around noticing the camera flashes. She felt like she was in a sick porn movie. Kyung-Soon pressed the glass once more to her lips. Asami looked at the slimy contents.  She could smell the cum.  ‘I just can't drink it’, she thought to herself.

But, she opened her mouth again and Kyung-Soon tilted the glass.  Asami felt the warm, slimy semen sliding across her tongue. She swallowed. She choked at the thought of how much cum was in her mouth, but didn't vomit like she thought she would.  She gagged but the semen kept coming and some dribbled down her chin.  Asami opened her mouth wide accepted all of the slimy liquid.  Asami felt queasy. All the while men were taking pictures of her humiliating act. Kyung-Soon finally took the glass from her lips. She let the last few drops spill onto Asami's lips.

Relieved that it was over, Asami sighed.  All the men finally wandered over to the sight of Midori being tied to a post for a whipping.  She had refused to take a cock into her asshole and now she was being punished. Asami’s ‘show’ was over for now and only her husband bothered to help her off the table.  Asami stood there, feeling and tasting the slimy semen still in her mouth. Tsuyoshi came over to her.

She looked at him as he tossed a towel to her. She used it to wipe her face. She wiped her tits and then the rest of her body. Finally, she used it to rub between her legs, even spreading her cheeks to wipe her ass. It embarrassed her to do that in front of him, but she didn't have a choice. Asami wanted him to show her some attention, but he pulled back not wanting to touch her. She cringed at the thought that she had become too much of a

slut for even him.  She looked at Junichi who reached over to put his hand on her shoulder.

Asami was a bit dazed and she and Junichi wandered through the room looking for her clothes. She was walking slowly and bowlegged. Her body was still slick with sweat and semen and everyone ignored her, except for the occasional picture taker.  Funakoshi stopped her.  She looked at him and waited. She watched as if in slow motion as he pulled his zipper down. Before he even fished his cock out, Asami was on her knees - waiting for his cock.  She didn't even think to protest. Asami gave his cock wet sucking kisses right in front of her husband.  With his cock into her mouth, she sucked it until he erupted and then she swallowed it all. 

The Whipping Post

Next, three men came over and took Asami by the arms.  They made Junichi come along too….his penis tenting his white jockey shorts.  There was a big post near the center of the room.  Asami struggled a little as they dragged her towards it.  The men told her that she was a ‘filthy slut’ and they were going to show her what they thought of such a woman.  They made her face the post and tied her hands over her head. Her wrists were tied together directly up over her head and secured to a nail there.  They made her spread her legs.

Asami was whimpering as one man got behind her. He was still fully dressed, but his shirt was open at the throat.  He was older with a big barrel chest.   Funakoshi had given him a braided leather whip about the length of her arm.  He stretched and wind milled his arms to warm up. Asami looked over her shoulder. He was a big man with a mean face. She closed her eyes and waited.  She was sweating a lot now.  Perspiration dripped down from her underarms and down her face and neck.

Asami felt anticipation, a yearning almost, for the whip.  Bound and displayed like a slave girl, she felt very submissive, female and vulnerable.  She waited for it to begin . . . . The man moved into position to her left, and then with a powerful swing of his right arm, hit her on her sweaty buttocks. The whip whistled through the air and landed with a loud ‘smack’ across both of Asami’s butt cheeks.

    

WHAP!  The blow blazed bright a hot red mark across her rump, low.  Asami’s hair flew around with the smarting impact of the blow.  She clenched her cheeks, and then relaxed - trying to absorb the blow. He stuck again, this time making it land on the left cheek only.  After this blow, Asami began to wriggle her hips and squirm to alleviate the stinging. The men who had congregated reacted to this with more vulgarities – laughing, hooting and clapping every time she wriggled.

 

WHIP . . . . WHIP.  . . WHIP. . . WHIP.

The man delivered three, fast, hard blows right across the middle of Asami's full cheeks - the whip singing through the air - the impacts sounding like pistol shots as they met her squirming flesh...........WHIP....WHIP . . . WHIP. . . . . .  .WHIP...  He delivered another

blow  . . . . WHIP . . . with vicious accuracy across her thighs. He then had laid on ten hard ones, some on her butt cheeks, but most on the tender backs of her white thighs.  Both cheeks were hot red when he was done.  There was a big swath of red on her thighs too. 

Asami clenched and moaned.  He grabbed her by the hair, yanked her head around like she was a disobedient child to make her look at the whip. He resumed the beating and Asami couldn’t keep herself from clenching her buttocks and squirming. She was giving everyone a show. After a particularly nasty blow . . . the tip landing in her crack and she humped the post . . . . It looked like she was fucking it . . . . Very obscene.   Then in between blows, she pushed her butt back from the beam. It looked like she was inviting someone to fuck her in the ass . . . very lewd. The more it went on, the more it excited the men watching her became.

The man waited until Asami had pushed back from the post and her butt cheeks spread open a little, and then he aimed the last one so that the tip of the lash landed right between her cheeks.   It hit the tender skin, in her crack, close to her asshole.  It was very tender there and it was the worst blow of all. 

Asami screamed. When he was done, her ass was covered with raised red wheals. He then had some sport with her….he ran the whip’s handle up and down her crack. When he got the tip in line with her asshole, he simulated penetration with it.  Playing to the audience the catcalls and whoops and hollers were very humiliating.  He was showing everyone that this woman was a complete slut…  Junichi, watching his wife get a whipping, found himself aroused again at her predicament. 

Asami, her head leaning on her left bicep, looked over her shoulder at the man, smiling at her sadistically. Asami couldn't keep her beaten buttocks still.  She wriggled and squeezed them – trying to ease the hot stinging pain.  Men crowded around.... loud and noisy…they really enjoyed the show that she had put on.  The heat and the beating, plus her own arousal had caused her body to be covered in a sheen of sweat. 

Then, he untied her and made her kneel between his legs, holding onto his ankles, so that her ass was spread, showing her pink pussy framed by her mat of black pubic hair and the darker grove where her tight shithole lay. He now planned to whip her on her crack. The anticipation caused her clitoris to stiffen and protrude.  Asami was actually yearning to be whipped between her legs on her dirty crack.  Her wish was granted, the lash catching her right in her open crack causing her ass to wriggle wildly in her position.

The man continued to make the whip land in her crack, making her cry out each time the whip went between the parted lips of her pussy, striking the tender pink pussy or her tender asshole, which soon spasmed in pain from the beating.   Her clitoris stayed erect and visible with the hood retracted.  The man told her what he was going to do to her next, and when she heard the sick thing he planned, she balked.  He told her she had a choice: either go with him to the men’s room or he would tie her to the whipping post again.  She chose the men’s room.

Piss Slut

This man and his friends took Asami into the men’s room.  After she was allowed to piss, she looked at the five men.  All hard looking older men.  They surrounded her and made her kneel on the dirty tile floor.  They had also made Junichi come in to watch her perform.

The man, who whipped her, began calling her a ‘dirty slut’.  He encouraged the others to jerk off on her. He whipped up their enthusiasm. And when he got them to take out their cocks, he took out his prick.  It was fairly small, but he began to play with it and soon they were all jerking off over her.  It was mind-blowing to see a group of mature men all engaged in such a private act, doing it in public.  Soon, one at a time, they began pumping and squirting their seed over her.  Soon, others showed up; and they were all around her too.  A big fellow and then some others crowded around her in a semi-circle.  Asami’s eyes went wide as she watched this new group of men jerking their cocks over her face. As one by one, they all reached their precious moment and from their piss slits white ropes and streamers of cum erupted to land all over Asami.   It wasn't long before she was just covered in a virtual bath of semen. Even Junichi stepped up to anoint his wife with his seed.

Finally they were all done.  Asami was left kneeling, her face, neck and tits covered with blobs and ropes of warm, slimy cum.  Her hands went to her breasts and she rubbed some of the semen into her swollen nipples.  One hand went to her clitoris - stroking the swollen and sensitive bud.  With the man who whipped her, and most of the others plus her husband, watching, Asami masturbated, using the semen to lubricate her dirty cunt.

Telling her what a cum slut she was…the man who whipped her was soon urging the others to piss on her.

“Wash the cum off the dirty slut,” he urged the others. “Piss on the slut. She’s a filthy cunt.”

Soon, three of them had a stream going and used it to hose her down. The aimed at her tits, belly and crotch.  The man who whipped her ordered her to open her mouth; and the men who had been aiming lower, now aimed at her face and her open mouth…. 

Asami moaned and let the piss run out of her mouth….it tasted bitter and acrid but the sheer nastiness of the situation and the hot feelings she felt as the warm piss hit her in all her sensitive areas drove her into a deeper space inside herself.  When these men were done, another man was ready to piss and he gave her a final shower.  When he was done, most, but not all of the semen on her face, neck and tits had been washed off. She looked over and saw her husband had an erection from watching her.  Both were embarrassed.  They left her on her knees next to the urinal.

The Bench of Shame

Meanwhile, directed by Coach Funakoshi, Midori got set to star in another chapter of the evening’s fun and games.  She was lifted and placed on the strange-looking bench face up, her ass at the edge. Her legs were pulled wide by the stirrups so that her pussy lips opened, glistening in the light inviting all to fuck and abuse her  It was a double bench like two coffee tables one above the other but staggered.  Her hapless husband was strapped down on the lower one and she had been bound on the upper bench but facing the opposite direction. Her husband found himself staring at his partner’s crotch just a few centimeters above his face.  The Coach made an announcement that this was the, “Bench of Shame”.

When they were secured, Coach positioned himself between her legs so his cock and balls were right over her husband’s face. The poor cuckold could see, right in front of his eyes, Coach’s fat cock as it entered his mate’s vagina.  Strapped down, he was forced to watch the action close-up.  Funakoshi didn’t insert himself right away so his cock kept prodding her until it found its own way in.  Hubby saw the head of the cock pushing its way into her and her fat, purple sex lips opening around it.  The man worried that when Coach pulled out he would have to deal with the cum dripping from his wife’s pussy.  He took his time and gave her a nice ride.  Finally, he came and when he pulled out, his cock was slimed.  He wagged it over the poor man’s face, in effect, taunting him.

But this was not the biggest problem for Midori’s husband.  Her pussy began oozing the Coach’s copious cum. And it dripped down onto his face.  A man came over and took a picture.  Midori’s husband closed his eyes, trying to hide.  The Coach directed two of the waiters to take over.  One tall young man displayed his cock to her husband and then entered her forcefully. He began to piston in and out, coming after a few strokes.  The next man took his place and her pussy and full tits and fat ass brought each man quickly to a powerful orgasm. 

Hands were everywhere feeling, pinching and squeezing her tits.  There was a finger worming around in her asshole as another man fucked her pussy.  The sensations were too much. Orgasms surged through her body leaving her a panting, sloppy mess.   Her pussy became loose filling with so much cum…. due to the looseness men were taking longer to cum.  But most of the men spurted quickly; some only lasting a minute.  Finally, they started to use her asshole; the men who were bigger or more vigorous brought her both pain and pleasure.  Midori began having multiple orgasms - increasing in intensity and coming one right on top of the other.  Her husband could only listen to his wife’s moans, squeals and cries as he was forced to watch her most female place violated repeatedly. 

Finally she passed out….overwhelmed. A dozen men had fucked her. She was slapped awake to be fucked more.  Finally the gang-bang ended.  The 44-year old woman lay on her back; her legs splayed wide, her pussy gaping, her nipples protruding obscenely, her clitoris, swollen and visible like a red berry. But, it was her pussy hole that drew most of the attention.  It drooled a steady stream of cum right onto her husband’s face. Hubby, strapped to the bench was forced to watch his wife reaching multiple orgasms.  

They had both been defiled, and she was further humiliated by with all the semen dripping from her pussy, showing her for the slut she had become.  She was “out-of-it”

and just stared at the ceiling - her mind a blank.  She was all fucked out.  She couldn’t hear the crude remarks about her, but her husband did.  At one point, Coach came over and he and Taiki tilted the man’s head by shoving a rolled up towel underneath his head and neck so his mouth was right on top of his wife’s oozing, disgusting pussy.

She was lying on her back on the table with her legs open and her feet in the stirrups. They had her husband, who’d been forced to watch his wife’s performance, with his face right between her thighs.  He was staring directly up the valley of her bare thighs to her hairy crotch.  Then Kyung-Soon reached around and without a word, knelt down and started playing with his prick. Now, with his bench tilted up, Funakoshi ordered him to lick up his wife’s “cream-pie”. His wife’s swollen, messy cunt was right in his face.  He was was revolted, but aroused…he lay there humiliated with his erection showing and the young Korean girl starting to jerk him off.

Junichi edged in closer to watch. He saw the man’s total humiliation.  He imagined himself being forced onto the bench and made to witness his wife’s slut performance close up.  And then having to lick her dirty pussy clean. He shuddered….but kept watching…Midori and her mate were kept on the bench in position.  She was ordered not close her legs. His humiliation and hers was right there on display in the most degrading way.

Then the Coach told her what he wanted her to do….and Midori strained to do it….From his vantage point, her 54-year old husband watched his wife's asshole clench and wink as her sphincter flexed. The lips of her pussy were distended, opening her pussy further to his gaze. Then, as he watched and as Kyung-Soon got him closer to cumming, his wife’s well-used cunt spasmed and a flood of frothy pussy cream and semen gushed out.  Half a cup of cum that had been in her pussy splattered on him with a wet nasty sound.

Her pussy gaped outward as she pushed and men crowding in close could see up into the raw, red tunnel.  A thick flow cascaded from deep inside and ran from her slit, splashing on hubby’s face, to land mostly in his mouth.  Her efforts to completely expel the load were audible as she grunted and moaned. Her eyes were closed and she gritted her teeth - grimacing and straining.  She was showing her most shameful side to everyone, but especially to her husband.

The river of fuck slop ran freely before it turned into a dwindling trickle, and then finally stopped.  The lips of her now empty pussy were wet and hung slack and loose.  Her husband was in an incredible way. Here his hot wife lay displaying her hot, womanly, used cunt to him as Kyung-Soon began stroking his straining prick with his balls aching for relief…. masturbating him in earnest. She began really jerking him off and he was thrilled to discover it was the best hand-job he’d ever experienced. 

She was a young schoolgirl, but she knew exactly what to do. As the man’s eyes were filled with the image of his wife’s messy holes…he could only lie there, humiliated at being masturbated against his will.  Kyung-Soon began frigging his prick harder and the

man, red-faced, soon had a big, spurting orgasm.  It didn’t take long to make him ejaculate with a groan. The Coach saw it all and beamed.

With her puss empty, his wife concentrated, arched her back, lifted her ass, and gave her husband the final proof of her humiliating performance. Quivering and straining, her anal sphincter relaxed and flared open. The eruption from her asshole was thin and milky. The initial flood was heavy, but soon began to just trickle out her gaping asshole.  All of it landed on her hubby’s face.

Fisted

The experience of being the ‘whore’ didn’t appear to have had any adverse effect on Asami; in fact it had brought out a sexuality that hadn't been revealed before, a sexuality which had shocked both her and her husband.  Junichi and his wife talked for just a moment, but their conversation was very stilted.  A man came over….. A professor that Junichi knew.  Junichi was very embarrassed to see him there.  They barely spoke; and the man moved towards Asami, unzipped his fly and pulled out a largish, semi-erect dick. 

Asami, taking a cue from her husband, attempted to move away.  The man reached out and grabbed her by a nipple, began pinching and pulling on it cruelly. He did it so hard that he forced her to her knees. He pushed his cock against her lips and Asami took his cock in her mouth.  She sucked it and it soon became fully engorged.

Soon, shudders of pleasure convulsed through his body. Asami used her hands to stop him from her choking her.  Quickly, his hips did a little jig and his cock pulsed as warm semen poured into her mouth – and she swallowed.  His erection subsided; he pulled out, tucked his softening cock back into his trousers and Asami rose to her feet.  Someone handed her a glass of wine and she chased the cum with the drink.

The professor then beckoned for her to follow him.  Asami walked over and stood next to him as he had sat down in a chair.  His hand slid up the inside of her thighs, feeling her wet crotch and her full butt cheeks.  He forced her to bend over and put her hands on her

knees to reveal her full, white butt.  He smacked her right ass cheek hard; the crack reverberated through the room.  The blow took her by surprise and she cried out and stiffened.  Other blows followed and her ass became bright red and a new heat swept through her.  Several men in the room drifted over and formed a semi-circle around her. 

Most of the men were handling their cocks, some had erections.  One man advanced on Asami displaying a long, slim dick. He reached down grabbing her bright red ass cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal and then open the lips of her wet pussy.  Without any preparation, he shoved two fingers inside her and frigged her hard until he made her spurt. Then he got his cock inside her… going straight in until his pubic hair meshed with hers; the angle and Asami's position put pressure on her G-spot.  He began to vigorously hump her, coming with a shudder and a grunt.  The next man grabbed Asami's hair and used it like a pair of reins, pulling her back into him. Soon, his cum added to the previous man’s load.

Another man took his place… he too grabbed her hair.  A fourth and a fifth man got Asami to cum again.  Finally, after taking on six men, the professor announced to everyone, and took particular pleasure in saying it so Junichi heard that Asami was a slut after taking on six men.  Her pussy was a slut hole and now the only thing it needed was his fist.  As he said this, he held up his fist and several of the men nodded their agreement. 

One man said, “The slut’s pussy is too loose to take any more cocks now. She needs a fist.”

The professor advanced on her with his fist. He got behind her.  The look on her face was priceless as he aimed it at her sloppy wet hole.  Asami wasn’t sure if it would fit.  Her face showed fear.  Junichi edged in closer, anxious to see if his pretty wife could take a fist.  But this man was determined to make it fit. As he worked his fingers in one at a time into her hole, her juices and all the semen helped lubricate them.   He soon formed his hand into an “arrow” and shoved this in deep.  As his knuckles reached the vaginal opening, they began stretching the mouth of her pussy cruelly. She cried out as he twisted and rotated his hand to work it in.

Finally, it popped in and she grunted and then let out a long sigh.   Her whole pelvis felt enlarged and stretched out.  When he pulled back a little, it looked like her hot pink insides were being pulled out. When he thrust it back in, Asami thought it would come out her mouth.  As he penetrated her to the fullest extent - it seemed like it made her stomach bulge! The depth and girth of the penetration was beyond anything she had ever felt before. Her hole was stretched to the limit. He began to fuck her now. The others watched it going in and out slowly at first. 

You could hear slurpy, wet, nasty sounds as it went in and out. Her sexhole was so full and the wet, nasty sounds as he fucked her made her whimper, squeal and moan.  On each in-stroke it didn’t seem like it was going to fit again. Then somehow, it was all inside her again.  It was obscene to see his hairy wrist framed by her red, swollen pussy lips. And everything glistening and wet with her secretions. He alternated fucking her with twisting his hand left and right to work the deep pockets inside her cunt.

Asami was juicing heavily. Finally, she reached an powerful uterine orgasm and howled like a banshee.  Her hole stretched open to the max, made her pink labia look like two rubber bands – stretched so that they would snap.  On the in-stroke, his fist dragged her labia into her vagina too.  It was all so overwhelming that she began crying out:

“YES………fuck me.  I’m a whore.  I’m a slut – FUCK ME – FUCK ME. . . . . FIST FUCK ME. . . FIST FUCK ME – FIST ME.   FIST FUCK ME – FIST FUCK ME – FIST FUCK ME!”

Asami began a chant: “FUCK….FUCK…FUCK….FUCK….FUCK…FUCK…..FUCK….FUCK…FIST FUCK ME…..FIST FUCK ME…FUCK….FUCK….FUCK!”

With his whole hand in her pussy, grunts, moans, groans and filthy words poured out of Asami’s mouth.  He grabbed her by the hipbones and kept reaming her.  Asami had another huge, squirting wet orgasm.  He kept fisting her and she came a third time.

He eventually pulled his hand out.  It came out with a wet ‘plop’. When his hand was gone, Asami’s vagina quivered and spasmed.  Her hole looked like an invisible plastic tube was inside - keeping it open.  You could see all the way up inside her.  Her juices drooled and dribbled from her hole and ran down the insides of her thighs. 

“Let’s fuck her ass,” someone said, laughing! “YEAH, fuck the bitch in the ass,” someone added.

Junichi tried to protest, but he was laughed at.

“This your wife, man? She’s a complete whore. She needs it in the ass.”

The bent her over the chair.  Someone came over with some butter and they “buttered her bun” with it.  Then a man stepped up and worked his dick into her shithole.  With her breasts hanging down, two men got on either side of her and pinched and pulled on her nipples. A fresh onslaught began, and as one man finished, another took his place.  She was repeatedly sodomized.  The pain soon turned to pleasure for Asami, as the men who were a bit longer bumped into her cervix through the thin membrane separating her two holes.

Junichi watched from the sidelines with his hand covering his mouth. Once, he took his glasses off, they had gotten steamed up.  He was shocked at how easily Asami took a cock in her asshole.  And when she began moaning and squealing as though she was enjoying it, he was shocked.  He was learning new things about his wife by the minute.

The onslaught finally ended, and she slumped to her hands and knees panting.  She felt and looked like she had run a marathon. She felt like a total masochist.  Junichi stood there. He had gotten another erection watching her.  Sometimes a man made eye contact with him.  It was obvious that it was his wife they were sodomizing and he was just there to witness her degradation. His shame was total.

Asami was pulled to her feet by her hair.  The cum ran out of her violated asshole. Other than her heels, which someone had made her wear, Asami was naked.  The men looked at her with ugly, lustful faces, her tits crowned by darkened erect and protruding nipples, her hair now in sweaty disarray.

After taking on six men, then a fist in her pussy and and as many cocks in her asshole, Asami had two wet, gaping holes.  Her crotch was a swampy mess.  She practically collapsed, at that point, from sheer sexual exhaustion.  Junichi came over and led her off to the ladies room to help her get herself together.

Dog Cart

The party had slowed down by this point.  Men were pretty much exhausted from all the fun and games.  Most were just sitting, talking, drinking and smoking.  Going over the things they had seen and done.  Boasting and comparing notes.  Most of them had cum more than once.  Some of the younger men had cum five times!  At one end of the room meanwhile, Funakoshi and his assistants were getting the next “entertainment” ready.

“Coming Coach,” Tsuyoshi replied.  He was pulling a little device….. A small wheeled bench..... A sort of cart.

“I was just making sure the wheels could lock,” he said to Funakoshi, by way of explanation.

“OK....let’s get started,” Coach said. 

The Judo team’s captain came over holding a plastic bag carefully in one hand. 

“Where’s Kyung-Soon,” Coach asked no one in particular?

Taiki brought her over.  Her boyfriend, slim young Yori, trailed behind. He had been turned into a cuckold by Funakoshi two months earlier.  He had been “turned-out” during a session on the “Bench of Shame”.  Kyung-Soon had mostly been an assistant during the party.  She had held the cup of cum for Asami to drink.  She jerked off Midori’s husband as he was strapped to the “Bench of Shame”.   

She had been allowed to remain clothed and mostly untouched.  Men groped her but she hadn’t been subjected to the raw ordeals that Midori and Asami had.  But, she knew that this might mean Coach had something really big planned for her.  And, in fact, she was to star in the show’s climax.  Funakoshi raised his hands to quiet the room down. He had gotten up on a little raised dais on the far end of the room.

“I promised all of you a lot of fun tonight. I’m sure you’ve all had a good time so far.”

At this there was a wave of enthusiastic comments, some clapping and whistling.

Funakoshi continued, “And I have a special finale` planned.  It’s going to star our sweet little Korean pumpkin, Kyung-Soon.”

He pointed to her and called her forward……….Yori too.  He got them up on the dais and show themselves to the men. 

“And I ask your cooperation on one thing.   You must do this…. For what you are about to see….there will be no pictures.  Take no pictures at all,” he said seriously.  “NO PICTURES-NO EXCEPTIONS,” he repeated.

At this, Kyung-Soon began to bite her lower lip nervously and wring her hands.  Then he told Kyung-Soon to strip.  She had to do a strip for the men.  She took off her dress….she wasn’t wearing a bra and her fat, hangers could be seen. She had fairly big, brown nipples.  He belly was plump and round and she wore a pair of pale green, nylon bikini

panties.  Yori had stepped back and as his girlfriend got naked, he had to listen to the crude shouts and comments from the men, drinking and watching her exposing her charms.

When she pulled each item of clothing off, she handed them to Tsuyoshi.  Finally she stood in her knee-high stockings and heels with her hands demurely held in front of her Venus mound.   She looked like a tasty, plump morsel.  Her ass and thighs were full and she had a nice patch of pubic hair while she was mostly bare on and around her sex lips.  Her skin was brown and very smooth.  She had very little body hair.  Her short head of hair dyed brown was thick, but her naturally bushy eyebrows had been plucked into a thin fashionable style.

Yori, hating the humiliation at being identified as her poor cuckold boyfriend, tried to slink into a corner, but it was not to be.  Funakoshi kept him front and center.  He had to watch as his girlfriend exposing everything she had to these gross, mostly older men. There were more than three dozen men in the room.  He wondered what new ordeal she would have to endure.  He silently prayed for the courage to deal with it whatever it was….

Next, Tsuyoshi took Kyung-Soon over to the cart. 

“My friends, you’ll see why we are putting this sweet teenager on this bench in a moment.”

Tsuyoshi took Kyung-Soon by the elbow and made her bend over the cart and then lie down on it.  There was a hump on one end and when he got her lying down her hips and ass were elevated by the hump.  Her tits hung down on either side of the bench.  He strapped her to the cart by her wrists and ankles.   It looked like she was a jockey riding

the cart.  It was adjustable and the end with the hump could be raised or lowered.  Tsuyoshi raised it a few inches and then made sure to lock the wheels, so the device couldn’t move.  Kyung-Soon had started to sweat.  She figured that she was going to be gang-fucked and whimpered softly in anticipation. 

Poor Yori….Coach made an announcement that he was part of the show and had Tsuyoshi strip him naked and mount him on a “wooden pony”.  Tsuyoshi bound his wrists and got him seated with his tight, nearly hairless ball sack right on the hard edge, but then he lowered the pony so that it didn’t touch his nuts.  But as Yori strained to stay on his toes, his exertions caused him to sweat and his balls relaxed and descended in his scrotum.  Tsuyoshi turned on the electricity and soon whenever his nuts touched the exposed wires he yelped and shot up on his toes straining to avoid another shock.  Everybody was watching the proceedings now.  The two teens were being used sadistically for entertainment.

Tsuyoshi took some white cooking grease, which he had gotten from the waiters, scooped out a dollop with two fingers and began smearing it into Kyung-Soon’s hole.  That it felt good, but she wondered, ‘why is he doing that?’  The Judo team Captain got up on the

dais, pulled on a rubber glove and removed a sponge from the plastic bag.  Immediately there was a very pungent smell present.  The sponge had been saturated with the vaginal secretions from a female dog in heat.  The young man came over, at Funakoshi’s direction, and began rubbing the sponge all over Kyung-Soon’s pussy.  He even worked it into her vagina. 

Now, Kyung-Soon was really worried.  The sponge smelled terrible and she wondered what they had in store for her.  She didn’t have a clue.  Neither did Yori.  He had all he could handle to keep his nuts off the wire.  He was in hell himself.  To be naked in front of so many men with his girlfriend in a similar situation was the worst thing ever.  Then, there was a commotion and a door opened and soon everyone saw Taiki coming towards the dais leading a dog.

The dog was big...and as soon as the men saw the animal those that were sitting, got up.  Everyone wondered what was coming.  Some had already figured it out and began to tell the others.  At this, the murmurs rippled through the crowd.  Yori saw Taiki and the dog and gulped.  He put two and two together and looked over at his girlfriend.  She had been trying to swivel her head around to see what the commotion was about.  In doing so, she made eye contact with Yori.  He looked at her sympathetically.  She opened her eyes wider as if to say, ‘what’s going on.’ 

Poor Yori….his calves were starting to give out.  He had been standing on his toes and it hurt.  He went from keeping his eyes on the dog and what was going on and trying to avoid being shocked.   The dog was a muscular, powerful and  short-haired - a rust-colored mastiff – a mixture of pit bull and Tosa.  At 50 kilos, it was a big animal.  Kyung-Soon, mounted on the cart, struggled to see .  Everybody watched Taiki lead the dog over.  They had pretty much figured out they were going to see the dog fuck the girl.  The Coach had outdone himself.

Asami and Junichi stared in shock.  Asami turned to Junichi and asked him what he thought was going on.  She felt butterflies in her stomach and a renewed wetness between her legs. Kyung-Soon swiveled her head around, trying to see.  As Taiki got closer and the dog smelled the bitch’s slime on her pussy, it began barking.  Taiki paraded the dog before the crowd.  It was not easy.  The dog smelled “bitch-in-heat” and that meant mating.  Taiki could only control the dog by pulling on the animal’s choke collar.  As he led the dog around the platform, it barked and pulled constantly against the leash.  Kyung-Soon stared at the dog in sheer terror.

Funakoshi raised his arms and got the men in the audience to sit down.  The men, excited by the prospect of what was to come, slowly got back into their chairs.  Kyung-Soon began pleading, but no one was listening to her.  After having gone all the way around the raised platform, Taiki brought the dog to a spot about two meters behind the cart.  Coach knelt down next to the cart and told Kyung-Soon the dog was going to fuck her.  She looked horrified and then began pleading and crying. 

No acting on her part.  She was in shock.  Taiki let the dog get closer to her to smell her.  When it got her scent, the dog went wild. Taiki had to use the choke collar.  He did this twice.  The idea was to “tease” the dog and this made its balls produce more semen.  If the dog was not allowed to mount her right away, it would load its balls. So, when the dog lunged forward and tried to mount, Taiki pulled the animal back. 

The dog’s cock had dropped and men in the audience pointed, as the thing was monstrous.    Taiki let the dog get close three times before he led the dog over to Kyung-Soon’s exposed pussy.   It sniffed her crotch. This really got the dog crazy.  It got its big, black, wet nose on her wet pussy making Kyung-Soon gasp.  Then, its big, pink  tongue began lapping her cunt.  And to her shame – it felt GOOD! The dog’s tongue licking her aroused her.  The dog lapped all around her hole.  It slopped its big, pink tongue all over her pussy lips, clitoris and thrust its tongue right into her hole too. 

The tongue fucking… combined with the pussy lapping felt really good to her and she squealed like a little pig.  Then, the dog’s muzzle was at her asshole and she felt its tongue lapping there… warm and wet on her asshole.  This felt good too. Taiki pulled the beast back a final time.

Coach asked Kyung-Soon if she was ready to take the dog’s cock in her cunt.  She shook her head, ‘no-no-no’.  He told her cruelly that the dog was her “date”!  Again, she protested – especially when he kept saying that once the dog fucked her, she would always be a “dog”.  She begged and pleaded for this ordeal to be spared her, but it was hopeless.

“PLEASE – NO DOG….NO DOGS…NO…NO…NO,” she bawled.

Coach then turned to Yori and asked him if he was ready to see his girlfriend fucked by a dog.  She had begun to sob……

Yori said, “Please Funakoshi San, do not do this to Kyung-Soon. PLEASE.”

Funakoshi took a pair of pliers to Kyung-Soon’s nipples and used them to pinch, pull and twist her teats until she began moaning like a sick cow, and soon she capitulated and said ‘yes’ to the dog.  Yori, his calves swollen with lactic acid, couldn’t keep himself off the wires for very long, and when Funakoshi told him he’d release him if he said he wanted the dog to fuck his girl - he finally said, ‘yes’ too.

“YES, LET THE DOG FUCK HER.  LET THE DOG FUCK HER…. PLEASE. LET ME DOWN……PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING….PLEASE,” he begged. “NO MORE……I CAN’T TAKE IT ANY MORE….PLEASE.”

They took him off the horse when he gave in, but kept his wrists cuffed. The dog’s cock, meanwhile, was now fully erect. It had emerged from its sheath and protruded obscenely.  It was bright red and purple with veins and drooling slime.  21 centimeters

long and thick, with a knot that was as big as two limes.  Kyung-Soon kept swiveling her head around to look.   She wanted to see the monstrous cock all the men were pointing at. 

She caught a glimpse of the cock spurting pre-cum and gasped.  There was nothing in her experience that could have ever prepared her for such a terrible degradation. Finally, after letting her fear and anticipation drive her half-crazy,  Funakoshi signaled Taiki to let the dog mount her.  As the dog was positioned behind her hips again and released, it jumped on her back.  Its front paws tried to get a hold of her at her ribcage and then slid back to hug her hips. 

Then the dog’s hips went wild -  humping – humping – humping.  The dog struggled to get its cock in her hole.  The dog’s knot, at the base of the shaft had swollen grotesquely and some men wondered aloud if she could take it.  But, as soon as the tip of its cock found the hole, the dog drove it in.  Kyung-Soon cried out as the cock, with no preliminary, entered her. The dog’s relentless humping drove the cock in and out of her like a machine. 

The dog convulsively hugged her close and slobbered all over her – drooling on her back.  The animal never stopped its spastic, raging thrusting - in and out – in and out.  It was an obscene parody of human sex.  Poor Kyung-Soon was now dripping with sweat.... from her face, neck, underarms - were wet as the dog fucked her mercilessly.  The animal was like an out-of-control machine.  Its cock looked like a high speed piston in a cartoon....going in and out like crazy.

The knot grew bigger.  It was bumping up against her pussy.... crowding her hole.  Men edged in closer to look at the knot.  Junichi and Asami had moved in to see it close up too.  It looked gigantic now - as the animal, following its instincts, kept struggling to get the knot into her vagina.  The pressure against the mouth of her vagina made Kyung-Soon grunt and groan like an animal herself.  The knot looked huge at the base of the ugly shaft.  Midori and her husband, Tadao, hung back.  They were sickened by what they were seeing.  This had gone too far.  But, he middle-aged matron wondered to herself, ‘what if they did that to me? How would I react?’

Finally, the knot popped inside making Kyung-Soon howl like an animal.  The mouth of her vagina had been stretched open wider than it had ever been to accommodate the knot . One minute the knot was outside her pussy and then, it was inside.  Those who thought that her hole wouldn’t take the knot watched in awe. But now, with the knot inside, her vaginal sphincter gripped the shaft at its thinnest point.  Money changed hands; some men had bet she wouldn’t be able to take it.  Fully inside her now, Kyung-Soon began moaning louder as the big knot, very hot and huge, pressed against her G-spot and the urethral sponge. 

It was all the way inside her sheath stretching the pocket with the tip in the epicenter of her sexhole.   The knot, fully inside, filled her totally, and the tip spurted cum, hotter than a man’s cum, incessantly.  The shaft just pulsed and vibrated as the dog had stopped humping her.  Feeling the heat, the pressure and receiving a steady hosing of volcanic dog semen, Kyung-Soon began going, ‘oh, ah, oh, ohhhh,’ louder and louder. 

The dog didn’t move, at this point.  It just stood still as its cock spurted and throbbed.   Kyung-Soon, with this hot, huge spurting thing inside her, felt the hot tickle of an approaching orgasm.  As the dog’s cock vibrated and jetted hot cum, her vagina began to involuntarily squeeze the knot. As this went on, she came so hard she almost passed out.  Her cries went up an octave when she came.   The scene, while disgusting and disturbing, was too hot for words.

Then the knot seemed like it was trying to come out.  But it was too big. Her pussy had a life of its own, at this point.  Her muscles would begun convulsively squeezing the knot, and this pulled it insider her even deeper.  The pressure and the rubbing against the front wall of her vagina drove her crazy, and as this went on, she  began to have one orgasm after another.  The animal’s cock jetted and sprayed hot, watery, cum deep in her hole constantly and every time her vagina went into convulsions, the, heat, the pressure and the rubbing made her cum.

Her pussy had become a volcano.  The knot prevented any of the hot cum from escaping and kept them locked.   So, Kyung-Soon just kept cumming  - over and over again.  This went on for nearly 10 minutes straight.  She began babbling like an idiot.  Screaming and crying out filthy words.  She was in another world.

“OH SHIT - FUCK ME….. OH SHIT…..OH SHIT…..OH SHIT… FUCK ME…FUCK ME….I’M A DOG SLUT…FUCK ME. FUCK ME. I’M A DOG SLUT. FUCK…FUCK….FUCK….FUCK!”

The men sat there drinking and smoking and enjoying the show while she came, shook and writhed - totally “fuck happy”.  It was so intense, she was close to fainting more than once.  Seeing her facial expressions, listening to her uncontrollable shrieking was wildly

arousing.  Yori was mind-blown.  He had never imagined anything like it.  And, it aroused him against his will. He had an erection.  This shamed him totally. 

Everyone could see he was excited watching Kyung-Soon degraded to the level of a “dog”.  No lower debasement could be imagined.  Coach called Junichi over and told him to jerk Yori off.  It was very humiliating to have the  older man touching him THERE.  But as Junichi began jerking him off, it didn’t take long to make the teen ejaculate watching the dog fuck his girlfriend silly.    

The dog, at that point, was just about done.  Soon, Kyung-Soon felt the animal pull back.  This hurt as the knot was deeply embedded in her hole, just behind her pubic bone.  Then, to everyone’s surprise and amazement, with the animal “tied” to her, the dog quickly spun around so that it was now facing away from her but still joined.  Kyung-Soon yelped at this, it was a new sensation.  

Tsuyoshi came forward and released the cart’s brakes.  The dog began moving which pulled Kyung-Soon along mounted on the cart.  It was an obscene spectacle....The dog lurched this way and that....pulling her along by its cock and the knot embedded in her pussy.   Some of the men in the audience called the dog trying to get it to come over to them. 

The sheer, depraved spectacle of a woman being pulled along like that tied to a dog by its cock got to Midori, Tadao, Junichi and Asami.  The two couples commiserated about what they had seen.  They were disgusted and sickened.  In their minds, Coach Funakoshi had gone too far.

Taiki got in front of the dog and called to it, encouraging and leading the animal all around the platform.  Kyung-Soon moaned like a sick cow as she was towed.  She looked around and saw everyone’s reactions, and closed her eyes in shame.  Men were jeering and mocking her - adding to her humiliation.  She began sobbing.  It was a thoroughly nasty thing that was being done to her.  Eventually, the knot shrank, the dog’s dick came out and the show was over. 

The dog’s cock, however, was still swollen.  Now the hideous ugly thing which had been inside Kyung-Soon’s pussy could be seen.  Men marveled at its size and shape.  The dog stood there for a moment, then bent down and licked itself.  Taiki snapped a lead onto the dog’s collar and lead the animal away. Still  bound to the cart, Kyung-Soon panted like a dog herself. 

She was wet, sticky and sloppy everywhere: down her thighs and all between her legs.  Semen and her secretions oozed from her hole and wet her thighs or dripped to the floor.  Her hole, now that the dog’s cock was gone, was red and swollen and dripping.  Coach put a bowl down to catch the slop as it drained out of her cunt.

Tsuyoshi supervised her release from the cart, after she’d filled the bowl. Coach made her kneel with her hands behind her head.  She was shaky and trembling but he got her to

open her mouth.  He made her drink what was in the bowl - a mess of clotted slime,  as an extra added attraction.  Following this, he wanted her to suck the dog’s dick. The dog’s hot, red organ was still out of its sheath and protruding.  It still dripped and drooled slime.  Taiki got to dog to lie down and Coach got Kyung-Soon kneeling over the animal. He made her put her mouth on the tip of the dog’s cock.

He told her to give the tip wet sucking kisses.  Then, run the tip of her tongue in little circles around the pointed tip. This made the dog’s dick begin spurting again.  Its cock alternately dribbled and spurted.  Directed by Funakoshi, she then kissed and sucked it.  She ended up swallowing dog semen as stuff kept jetting out in pops and spurts. The men watching were beside themselves as they watched her degrade herself completely.

Coach had her stand up and spread her legs to display herself. He made her admit in front of everyone she came when the dog fucked her.

“You came like a whore when the dog fucked you, didn’t you Kyung-Soon?”

“Y……yes.”

“Are you a dog slut now?”

“Y…yes….”

About thirty minutes later, Funakoshi made the three women bend over a table.  He got their men on the other side of the table and had them hold their hands.  Then he went down the line and greased each one of their assholes, making sure their anuses and rectums were well lubricated.  He invited any men who were still ready and willing to come up and sodomize the women.  A line formed and the last pictures taken at the party were of the women with their mouths open squealing and moaning as they were assfucked. 

Junichi, Tadao and Yori had to hold onto their women’s hands, giving their women moral support, but it also put them on the firing line, having to look at the face of the man reaming their beloved’s asshole.  Each woman put on a very entertaining final show.  Squirming, shrieking, wailing and crying out as they were sodomized by several men each.

When it was over, Funakoshi went down the line with a bottle of hot sauce and anointed each of their sore assholes with the sauce.  Then, he and everyone who remained watched the lewd display.  The women hopped up and down holding their ass cheeks open.  They wanted to go to the ladies room to splash some water on their sore bottom holes.  Of course, to inflict one last indignity on them, Coach denied them that.  He finally let them go after he had wrung the last shred of dignity from each of them.

Finally, about 4am, the party broke up and the three couples were allowed to find their clothes and dress in front of men that were still there.  After this final humiliation, they and their men left.  Asami and Junichi looked at each other many times as he drove them home….Both knew that their lives were changed now and forever. 

Midori and her husband remained Coach’s slaves.  So did Asami and Junichi.  Kyung-Soon was never quite the same after her experience with the dog.  She and her boyfriend broke up five weeks after the incident. She remained on the team but began to see the school psychiatrist.  And, when nude photos of her appeared on the Internet all hell broke loose.  There was an investigation and in the end, Coach Kenta Funakoshi was suspended.  As a result of the scandal, he also lost his deal with the companies controlled by Hoshi Watanabe and Masaru Kobayashi.

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