After that I became known as ‘Milky Girl’ around the office, which was horrible. my supervisor thinking it a very clever pun, because I was Caucasian, and never hesitated to refer to me that way no matter where we were. Of course it also meant I had a sperm fetish and I blushed every time someone used it.
My presence at those evening business meetings became more and more routine as time passed. They were invariably similar in that myself and any other females in attendance were only intended for the sexual gratification of the men present. How that was achieved depended on the men and the mood, but it almost never involved straight, normal sex. Sperm play was a favorite, most often drinking it from a large glass and I became somewhat used to it to the point where I could drink it without fear of getting sick. But I always felt terrible afterwards. I learned that it was best to eat a lot of crackers or very dry bread before I went to these dinners as it seemed to settle my tummy a bit better.
One of the worst episodes involved bestiality, an idea which had never occurred to me before. I’d never even seen a picture of such a thing and I’d never wanted to, although of course everyone has heard stories of some kind or another. This happened on a weekend, a Saturday afternoon and ironically enough it involved a couple Americans, although they didn’t work for my company. They were the guests of honor, although such a thing is relative as I’d learned to distinguish the subtle Japanese art of insulting ‘honored’ guests while making them feel complimented.
There were seven men present, the two Americans, two executives from my company, and three other men whom I didn’t know at all but were businessmen with some company or another. I was the only woman present which was unusual in itself and we were in a rest house near Ueno, sitting in a garden which was very pleasant. There were several dogs there, large ones, and I’m no expert, but I believe they were Boxers, or a similar breed. There were three, all males and each probably weighed as much as I did, if not more, the head of the largest dog very nearly came up to my shoulder. The other two were not much smaller.
I ignored them and rather concentrated my attentions on the Americans, who were in their mid-forties, and not terribly amusing conversationalists, but at least they spoke English. I was surprised some Japanese women weren’t present, because as fascinating as most Japanese men found my occidental appearance, Westerners generally had the same interest in oriental girls.
When the talk inevitably turned to sex, my boss was offering me in his broken English to do anything his guests desired, speaking in the third person as if I wasn’t even present. I looked down, burning with humiliation as he told the men, American and Japanese alike, that I would do anything, fuck, suck, drink sperm. I was a ‘Milky Girl’ he said proudly and I literally shook with embarrassment when he had to explain the term to my amused countrymen.
“Anything, huh?” one of the Americans chuckled.
“God, I love this country!” the other one said. “Will she have sex with dogs?”
I jerked my head up as I registered the words and I couldn’t believe I’d heard him correctly. The Americans were staring at me of course and I think the red on my cheeks was even more amusing to them than anything else. I whispered, “No.” But if anyone heard it, they ignored my feeble protest completely.
“Dog?” my boss asked and when the American pointed at one of the animals he nodded and laughed, clapping his hands.
“Yes! Yes!” he agreed and there was a lot of talking and good natured chuckles, but none of it directed at me. They didn’t care what I thought of the idea, but there was nothing I could do. I suppose I could have gotten angry, refused, and stormed out, but that would have ended my career completely. My Japanese bosses would see to it I never did anything more with my hard won and frightfully expensive college education than manage a McDonald’s someplace.
It was blackmail of worst kind, insidious and degrading, and completely unstoppable. My whole future would be in ruins if I refused, and if I accepted, how would I ever be able to get through another day? The two executives from my company, a couple of assistant vice-presidents, paid no attention to my distress. “Kimakura-san, please, I do not wish to do this,” I spoke to one of them softly in Japanese.
“It will be good for the company, Jen-san. Good for you too,” he smiled and I shut my eyes tightly.
I was crying as I undressed with my back to the men. Once I’d gotten naked, one of my bosses pushed me down, so that I was bent over a chaise lounge made of teak and satin, with my legs straight and slightly spread in the most humiliating of positions a woman could ever assume. Another of the Japanese men had pulled one of the dogs over by the collar. He was huge and his fur short, chocolate brown and black. I didn’t know what to expect and I was shaking with nervous energy, almost ready to flee. I’d never even owned a dog, they scared me a little, especially the larger breeds. I felt his nose against my crotch as the animal was pushed down and Kimakura told me to spread my legs wider. As I did I felt the sudden touch of the beast’s rough and warm tongue sampling my vagina from the rear. I almost jumped out of my skin and one of the Japanese men I didn’t know came over to put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me down as the dog licked me.
It didn’t feel terrible by any means, in fact I almost found myself enjoying the sensation, especially when he started digging inside my pussy and scraping that sandy tongue across my clit. This only added to my humiliation though, especially when I could hear the Americans laughing about how it was obvious that I was enjoying it. One kept saying how he’d always wanted to see this and he couldn’t wait. He only wished he’d brought along his camcorder and I was grateful that he hadn’t, it was a small consolation though.
After several minutes of being licked I heard them talking about how the animal was getting excited. I was getting damp, despite my fear and embarrassment, and the dog could taste my sex juices now. Apparently his cock had begun to swell and one of the Americans wondered if I’d be able to take it.
I felt a momentary panic because I had no idea how big a dog’s penis was, I wanted to look, but I was afraid of appearing eager. I finally did get a glimpse and gasped with shocked dismay as I saw what was hanging beneath the animal’s belly. It had to be 7″ long and fat in the middle, very fat, but tapered on both ends with a blunt almost sharp looking tip that dripped like a faucet. It was big and I didn’t think it was even fully erect yet,.
The other two dogs had come around now as well, sniffing, and barking excitedly. I ignored them and the men around me, just wishing this would all be over. I knew I’d never, ever live this down, I could only hope that these men wouldn’t talk about it. Or if they did, they’d at least have the decency not to mention my name. But reflecting on recent history that seemed very unlikely.
They finally got the animal to mount me, albeit with some difficulty, I think, and I had to move my ass a little to accommodate the angle better. I felt the hot wet tip of the dog’s cock stabbing at me as he tried to find my hole and I let out a high pitched scream when the animal finally found it and just slammed his entire cock inside me. It was incredibly painful, nothing slow and gentle about it, he sensed he was inside and just started fucking me as hard and fast as he could.
My scream soon died to a soft whimpering sound as my body collapsed under the dog’s furious assault. He seemed to have only one concern and that was filling his new bitch with sperm and making some puppies. My pussy felt totally abused, being stretched, and possibly even torn around the cock swelling inside me. It fucked in and out so fast and hard I literally had the wind knocked out of me and I gasped in time with every jerk of my body beneath the animal’s violent thrusting.
The Japanese man who had been holding my shoulder took out his penis and started jerking off while he watched and I soon became aware of all the men doing that. I was crying now, very real sobs from the unbearable humiliation more than anything else. The pain had largely gone away after a few minutes and it was starting to feel okay. But emotionally, I was dying inside. The men were all talking and laughing and commenting on how it looked like I was really enjoying it, although how they could have thought that, I was basically being raped by the animal. His paws were on the lounger, his heavy chest against my back, pinning me down, and his cock buried inside me. I could do nothing but take it.
I’d thought the worst was over when the pain from the animal’s initial thrusting had faded away. I was resigned to it now and my pussy was juicing in response to the stimulation, but then I felt something else. There was a hardness banging against the outside of my vagina. I couldn’t identify what it was as I had no experience with dogs at all. I now know it was the knot, the large bulge of muscle that dog penises have. He slammed it against me until I screamed again, not so much in pain really, as in surprise when the large, hard ball suddenly popped into my soaked cunt, stretching my tender twat filling me completely.
I arched my back and tried to push myself off the lounger in an attempt to escape, but it was no use. Every movement I made was futile and worse, it only seemed to move that knot deeper. I was moaning loudly, weeping, and begging for the dog to stop when suddenly an orgasm rushed through me. I was completely unprepared there had been no slow building up like there usually is for me, it just happened, like an electrical shock. I was humping that hardness madly, heedless of the men watching, just getting off with a dizzying confusion screaming in pleasure.
The dog came almost immediately when he’d locked me up, and then the men, all of them moved to spray cum on my face as I lay panting, flushed and exhausted. They got it in my hair and eyes, and all over my face and neck. The dog was tied to me, his bulging knot trapped inside my vagina and he waited patiently. I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to move, I was just thankful it was over. I’d cum, yes, and my body had betrayed me. I didn’t want to feel pleasure doing that with an animal, I didn’t want to enjoy debasing myself in front of strangers. But I had, I knew it, and even more, each of those men knew it.
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