When the dog’s knot had finally gone down enough, he pulled free with a small flood of our combined juices gushing out of my slit. I started to move then, feeling sore and tender, especially between my legs, but they stopped me. There were still two more dogs, I was yelling, protesting loudly, but it was no use, the dogs were going to mate with me, whether I liked it or not. I resisted to the point where it became an issue of quitting my job, then common sense prevailed. I’d already done it once, what difference would doing it again make?
I fucked the other two dogs over the next hour or so, probably longer, and I was so sore by the end I could hardly move. All of the men had masturbated at least once more, covering my face with ejaculate so that I was sticky with it. My hair was terrible with thick drying gobs of cum and I was a mess, barely even human in appearance I thought, much less the beautiful young woman I’d come into the garden as. There were girls there, geisha’s who stayed there, and though they hadn’t been invited to our little party, now they were called to help me clean up. They were very gentle, but hardly sympathetic. A geisha is not a prostitute and would never disgrace herself as I had. I didn’t look at any of the men or say anything as I was led to a private bath.
I managed to sleep through the rest of the weekend, but I was still incredibly sore on Monday when I went into work. I walked slowly and wore flats instead of heels and no matter how I squirmed, it was impossible to sit comfortably at my desk. I received a rude surprise though when I went to our usual 10am Monday meeting and found one of the Americans there. He was going to give us a presentation and I felt myself burning hotly as I sat, unable to meet his gaze. Every time I did risk a quick glance, I caught his eyes staring at me and a smile playing across his lips. He hadn’t known who I was before, probably assuming I was just some goodtime girl, but now he knew and I would never be comfortable again. I imagined him going back to the States, telling his story about me to all of his contacts over drinks, laughing and then delivering the punch line that I was a marketing officer for one of the largest companies in the world.
Over time I became aware that I was changing. The outrage and shock I’d experienced were gradually wearing away. I found myself actually enjoying my lunchtime proclivities, at least with some of the men. Even the occasional evening entertainments seemed to be less offensive than they’d once been. I was becoming jaded by my experiences, my sensibilities becoming inured to the terrible things I was being forced to do. If I were of a suspicious nature I might have suspected my Japanese employers were doing this deliberately, following some sort of protocol to turn me into a sex toy for their pleasure and benefit. But my only real thoughts were that I needed to survive this experience, to get out of Japan at the end of my tour and see about restoring my reputation back home. Much of that would depend on my evaluations though, and it was clear that my performance out of the office was at least as important as anything I could do in it.
I even acquired some regulars, executives who could afford to purchases my services on a regular basis as a change from their regular corporate mistresses. One of them used a leather strap with a sliding loop on either end on me. He put each of the loops around one of my boobs then held the strap like a pair of reins as he rode me from behind. I wasn’t crazy about having the tight loops around my tits, they always felt bruised and sore afterwards, but he paid well and I sort of enjoyed the feeling of submission. Also I usually came when he fucked me which helped.
Another of my regular clients kept pestering me to get my nipples ringed – I resisted for some time until finally he offered a large “bonus” if I would. So I let him take me to a tattoo parlor where they also did piercing and let the tattooist put a slender gold ring in each nipple. Afterwards, to “celebrate” my ringing he took me to a love hotel and fucked me until I had a very sore cunt as well as sore nipples. Within a few days, word got around at work that I had been “ringed” and men began pestering me to show them. Finally, there was no other way but to strip to the waist and let everyone in the office admire my new “enhancements.”
Then there was the tattoo. Again it was a regular client who pestered me to get a tattoo until finally I relented and let him pay for a small rosebud peeking from under my left boob. The result was the same; afterwards he took me to a love hotel and again I was left with not only a sore boob but a sore cunt, andA few days later at work I had to bare my tit so that everyone could admire this new “enhancement” as well.
Then there were the two men who wanted to fuck me together. I was reluctant at first as I had never had two men at the same time, but again money won out and I agreed to fuck them. No sooner than I had gotten naked than I was on my back, one of them between my legs beavering away in my pussy as hard as he could. As he was fucking me the other stuck his cock in my mouth while massaging one of my tits. I had just gotten into the rhythm of the fucking when the man blew his wad and rolled off to stick his dick in my face while the other man immediately shoved his dick in my pussy and like the first man, pumping away as hard as he could.
I came just about the time the second man blew his wad, at which the two men immediately switched again. This time the guy lasted longer before coming, as did the second after they switched again. Within an hour I had been tag teamed; left with four loads of cum in my pussy and had come twice myself.
Every other Wednesday I had a free afternoon and the second time I booked these two men together I made sure was on a Wednesday. This time, before letting them fuck me I persuaded them not to be in such a hurry. I still ended up with four loads of cum in my pussy and the next two hours were much more enjoyable for all of us.
By this time I had made an arrangement, at a nearby love hotel, for a monthly retainer the manager would reserve one of their “premium” rooms, for me every day at noon. It had a small bathroom with a hand shower and a maid replaced the futon cover after each “session.” Of course, when I paid the monthly retainer, in advance, I also had to give the manager a free fuck.
After being tag teamed a couple of times I started double booking clients every free Wednesday afternoon. After my regular noontime fuck, I would have an hour to clean up and then entertain a second client. Often it would be a man from West Africa I had met at a trade show. Like most black men his dick was substantially larger than the Japanese I had become used to being fucked with. In fact the first time he entered me it hurt so bad I had to make him stop until my pussy could relax enough to accommodate his greater size.
That first encounter still left me with a sore pussy but I found out that if I fucked another man first that that was enough to get my vagina ready to accept the bigger black dick. I have to confess that once I got used to taking that large black penis that I really enjoyed being fucked by it. I always had great screaming orgasms when being pounded by that black dick.
On my 26th birthday I was treated to a special night by all the male employees of our department, or at least the majority of them. This was about 30 men, most of whom I had slept with already at least once. I really do think that some of them thought they were doing me a favor, a special honor. Others merely wanted to degrade me more. It is curious in Japan that there are two lines of thought. One is the unconditional acceptance of foreigners, and the other is the absolute loathing of our presence. There is no middle ground and I had learned who was who very quickly. The men, who wanted no part of me in the business world, were naturally enough, the ones who liked to purchase my lunchtime services most often so they could fuck me to demonstrate their superiority.
My so-called party was held at a private bar, Japanese only. Japanese men only, to be precise, but for this occasion I was allowed in. There were several hostesses working there, young, and attractive Japanese women who sang karaoke, served drinks, and offered sexual release to patrons. Because I was known as a ‘Milky Girl’ and I’d grown accustomed to drinking glasses of sperm upon request, it had been decided to give me a ‘bukkake’ party. I’d never heard of this before, but basically, as I was to find out, it was a sperm bath. Being covered with ejaculate, usually on the face, and drinking a lot of it. In addition to the 30 men from my company, there were perhaps a dozen men or more present who were just the usual patrons.
I didn’t know what I was in store for. The men were all nice enough, buying me drinks, singing, talking loudly, and enjoying themselves. I was even relaxing a little, thinking that perhaps I might have to do something, but thinking it was my birthday, so maybe this really was just a time to relax and enjoy myself. I did genuinely like some of the men and got along with most of them fairly well.
Eventually I found myself sitting in a low chair in the center of the small bar. There was plastic on the floor beneath me and I wondered vaguely at that, but I was a little buzzed from the drinks. One of the girls brought over a strange looking metal pan, like a bed pan almost, except smaller. It was round and one side was indented with a curve that went under my chin, so that it curled halfway around my neck. So I had this stainless pan, perhaps 2 inches deep and 6 inches wide, curving from ear to ear in front of me. I held it there, not quite knowing what was going on when the men started pulling out their cocks.
My eyes grew very wide indeed at that point and I looked around suddenly understanding exactly what was going on. These guys, nearly fifty of them, were going to masturbate on my face. What I didn’t swallow, what didn’t cling to my face and hair, would drip into the pan. I had a sickening sensation in my stomach. This was my birthday party? Being degraded by my coworkers and worse, a number of complete strangers? I was even more disheartened when I saw that most of the men had brought cameras or camcorders to record the event for posterity.
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