Milky

Chapter 4 - After Work

The next week began as I expected. My subway groper must have thought it was bonus day at work: my new underwear and lack of pantyhose made it so much easier to finger me. As before, I jerked him off inside his coat. I had the sudden irrational thought that I had got better at this having touched five different penises since we last met. Not that we had ever met as such, I still did not really know what he looked like as he was always behind and a little to one side of me. Despite his easier access to me I resisted coming: my self-control was stronger too. I left the train feeling like I was more on top of things: humiliated, yes, but also less vulnerable.

Work was a bit better too. I was trying to teach myself to compartmentalize.  Maybe this was the Japanese way: work is work, sex is just sex.  If I could just not take things personally it would all be OK. But it is hard to keep telling yourself this when you know five different men from your department are going to pay money to have sex with you in the coming week. Still I focused on my analytical reports with a will: these were still getting lots of good feedback and my appraisal was in just two more weeks.  Our department was certainly getting superior results.

But there was no way of rationalizing the lunchtimes when they were happening: hard sex on my partners’ terms. Although each time I got better at deepthroating or anal or just regular fucking it did not disguise the fact that it was often uncomfortable and always heavy exercise. I most certainly did not need to join a gym! And I would never get over the way the traders would gather in huddles with whoever I had just been with to discuss what they had made me do.

Then on Thursday morning Reika said that I was invited to go out in the evening to a club. Apparently Mr. Takashita and five other managers were taking their PAs out for a private party. I was included even though as a junior manager I did not have a PA. I quizzed my friend as to what would be happening, worried that I would once again be humiliated.

“Don’t worry,” she reassured me, “I will be there. Just do what you are asked and enjoy it.  The food will be very good.”

That evening we all went out as a big, cheerful group.  I was walking a trifle uncomfortably: my lunchtime partner had wanted anal sex and he had a short but very thick cock; I was still feeling somewhat stretched back there.

The private club was very nice: elegant, beautifully furnished with discreet dining rooms in traditional Japanese style. Pretty girls in expensive cocktail dresses flitted everywhere: taking coats, bringing drinks and food, fawning on and flirting with the men. We had a dining room to ourselves with a plate glass window covering one whole side of the room and looking out over downtown Tokyo. Each PA sat close to her boss and paid him serious attention. I felt a little left out but nonetheless they made sure I was included in all the conversations.

The meal really was excellent: the very best of Japanese cuisine, though I noticed that we women were expected only to eat very small quantities and only when invited to by the men. The men drank beer and sake. I tried a little of the latter and found it was by far the smoothest I had ever had, it must have been extremely expensive. I was careful not to get drunk though, I did not want to make a fool of myself.

After the meal ended the chatting continued and more drinks were served. Then, at a signal from Mr. Takashita, each of the PAs slid to her knees before her boss. Trousers were unzipped and each of the women fished out a cock and proceeded to begin to fellate it.  I just stared, not knowing what to do.

To my left, my friend Reika was sucking on Mr. Takashita’s surprisingly large prick.  She looked like a teenager and our boss was clearly old enough to be either of our fathers. In fact I knew that he had a daughter less than a year younger than his PA. I noticed that Reika’s technique was not at all aggressive; she certainly wasn’t trying to get him to climax fast.

Across from me I could see the oldest of the PAs, Natsuki, performing the same service on her boss. This calm, elegant woman was 38 years old and had two young teenage children. Her boss, in whose lap her head was buried, was only 36. I’d asked why the manager had not taken a younger PA and Reika had giggled and informed me that this was the boss’ choice. He liked having the older woman at his beck and call and treated her almost as a slave. She’d actually asked to be transferred to another department but he had insisted she stayed in Commodities Trading as his PA. It turned out he liked showing his dominance over an older, married woman.  He always had her dress as if she were much younger than she really was.

After a little while the secretary to my right picked up an empty beer glass and brought Mr. Minamoro to a climax, removing his cock from her mouth at the last moment and holding the glass so that he shot off into it. Then she passed the glass to the woman next to her and then proceeded to dry her boss’ prick before zipping it away. One by one the women coaxed their bosses to shoot into the glass, finishing with Reika. I stared while she held Mr. Takashita’s large organ as it came into the glass, which then contained the sperm of six men. To my surprise Reika passed me the glass. I had no idea what to do with it; I had no man to fellate. Everyone was watching me.

“Drink it, Suzichan,” said Mr. Takashita. “Drink it all.”

I was horrified.  First by the name: he had always called me Miss Tailor (though he pronounced it Tay-low). You don’t use the ‘–chan’ diminutive unless you are speaking to a child, or at least someone you have known since they were a toddler. From a man this was appropriate only for a little girl under ten years old or a lover. Secondly he wanted me to drink the contents. I looked in the glass; there was the comingled sperm of six men: my senior managers. I could make out the different colors ranging from whitish to semi-clear to creamy yellow and I could feel the residual body warmth through the glass. It was impossible, truly revolting.

“Drink it, Suzichan,” he repeated. “Now!”

I looked up to see all twelve people watching me. What choice did I have? I felt under a sea of pressure. I slowly raised the glass to my lips and began to take a sip. It smelt so strong.  I was sure I would vomit there and then. But somehow I didn’t; as I said, my gag reflex isn’t that strong. It took ten little mouthfuls till the glass was empty. As I finished there was polite applause from my audience, which I suddenly realized included the two girls who had been serving us and were standing behind me. My humiliation reached new depths, even the waitresses had watched me swallow the sperm.

“You see, Miss Kato, Suzichan is a milky girl,” said my smiling boss, “I thought she would be. Excellent gokkun, Suzichan.”

Reika just nodded and smiled at him, while her eyes teased me.

After that more drinks were had and the conversation veered from discussing what I had just done to gossip about the office. I was expected to sit there as if nothing had happened. At least I managed to drink a big cup of sake which helped to wash some of the taste of sperm from my mouth and lit a fire in my stomach where I could imagine the men’s spunk floating about.

Reika and I went home in a taxi called by Mr. Takashita. I felt as if I could barely speak, I was in the depths of despair and quietly crying.

“What… what is a milky girl?” I finally choked out, whispering so the driver would not hear. “And what does ‘gokkun’ mean?” (I knew it meant ‘gulp’ in Japanese but that was clearly not what my boss had meant.)

Reika giggled in that little girl way she has. “A milky girl is a woman that likes sperm. And gokkun is when she drinks the sperm.”

“But I don’t like it!” I wailed.

“But you drank the glass,” Reika pointed out, “and it was not that hard for you.”

“It was horrible. I feel sick.” But I hadn’t been, my body had betrayed me.

*****

At work the next day it was as if nothing had happened.  No one said a word, nothing had changed. Sure I got fucked at lunchtime but that was now part of my routine, as was the shopping that Reika and I would do the next day with my extra cash. My boss called me Miss Tailor again, and the PAs showed no wish to discuss anything.  Truly these people could compartmentalize.

I wondered when the press of men asking for lunch-dates would slacken, but my rough calculations showed that even at best it would be at least three months. Three very long months. I just wanted a lunch time when I could go out with Reika for noodles rather than having some man’s cock in my mouth.

*****

The following week Reika informed me that from now on Thursday evenings were set aside for going out with the team. I shuddered; I really did not want to drink any more sperm. But, as a concession, I could decline all invitations to lunch on that day. (Yay – we could go for noodles).

It was the same group that went out that Thursday and to the same club. The food was different but good and as before we women got very little of it. We sat around decoratively and chatted to the men while they ate and drank their fill. Then it was time for Mr. Takashita’s signal.  I thought it would be the same as the last time and dreaded it.  But they had clearly agreed on a different variation and each PA slid onto the floor, unzipped their boss’ trousers and began to give him a slow handjob. I sat and stared and waited. Then, at a wave from my boss, one of the waitresses put a fresh glass in my hand. Suddenly I realized what they wanted me to do: I was to suck the managers’ cocks and fill the glass.

“Please, Takashita-sama,” I begged. “I do not want to. Please do not make me. Please?”

“Suzichan, you will,” he replied firmly but gently, “it will be good for you.”

Good for me? I had no idea whether he was referring to my appraisal, due on Monday, or something else. As far as I could see it would only be good for my cocksucking skills. I had no choice, further resistance would lead to loss of face for him and hence anger at me. I slid down in front of Mr. Minamoro and took his erect cock from the secretary’s hands. I sucked. Not wanting it to go on too long I did my best. To make it even more debasing I could here him telling the others what a good job I was doing. As I felt he was about to come I brought the glass up and aimed his prick into it while it shot jet after jet of fresh sperm. I proceeded to the next man, and the next, in each case taking the prick from his PA before fellating it. It was tiring and I just wanted it to end. The fourth man surprised me by coming almost the moment I put him into my mouth. I had no time to get him to the glass and ended up with a mouthful of cum. I was about to swallow it when I heard my boss.

“Spit it into the glass, Suzichan.”

There was something even more disgusting about them all watching me as I spat the mixture of sperm and saliva into the glass. Then it was on to the fifth and after him my boss. As I took his big cock in my hands from Reika’s more dainty ones he once more spoke to me.

“Ask my permission, Suzichan.”

I choked; he really wanted to humiliate me completely. “Please… please Takashita-sama, may I suck on your penis?”

“Yes Suzichan, you may, but do not spill a drop.”

His cock really was large, certainly the biggest I had ever had in my mouth, and thickish too. When he came it was powerfully, after all he had been holding it back for a good long time. His jets joined the five previous ones. I knelt before him holding the glass.

“Go sit in the middle and swallow your milk, Suzichan.  Show us a good gokkun,” he ordered.

I did as I was told and sat in the ring of them while they observed me. I wanted it over and decided it would be faster if I took it all in one big swallow.  That was a big mistake. I tipped the whole contents of the glass into my mouth. Suddenly it was completely full of six men’s slimy cum. It was so appallingly gross that I couldn’t swallow. I sat there with my mouth full, my cheeks bulging with spunk.  I did not know if I was allowed to spit it back into the glass. One of the PAs started giggling, I couldn’t tell who as my eyes were screwed tight shut. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, I controlled myself and managed to swallow. The huge, warm, greasy mass slid down my throat. Reflexively I swallowed over and over trying to rid myself of the taste. Then I burst into tears as they broke into applause. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. Reika brought me a cup of sake.

“Please ask Takashita-sama not to make me do this again,” I whispered to her humbly. I was desperate for release from my position.

*****

That Monday I received my three month appraisal from Mr. Takashita. It was excellent: my analysis was outstanding, leading to superior performance on the trading floor and I had shown myself to be an enthusiastic and willing team member. My score put me at the top of my level of manager and guaranteed promotion at the end of the year. This was what I had prostituted myself for, what I had let myself be blackmailed for. I somehow doubted it was worth it.

But in the evening I went out with all the women from the department to celebrate. We all got discreetly drunk and had girly fun. Natsuki, the older PA, seemed particularly pleased for me. Perhaps by giving up all pride and resistance I had become one of the team.  I wanted to ask the women what they thought of me but knew it would break the mood and also result in no answer I could understand.

In some subtle way I had lost by position in the apartment too. Reika now made all the decisions. She chose what we ate and where we went shopping. She laid out which clothes I was to wear; it was not that she would chose something very different, it was just that she made the choice, right down to my underwear. One new thing she had me get were self-supporting stockings which she now had me wear as a change from garter belts. I did not argue, I had lost the will to fight. My effort was going into keeping myself together: into surviving.

This Thursday we all went as before to the same place and club. After dinner I waited, submissively and with eyes downcast for Mr. Takashita’s instructions.

“Suzichan, please take off your clothes. You may leave on your shoes and the stockings Miss Kano tells me you are wearing.  Nothing else please.”

For a few seconds I could not move.  Surely not in front of all these people. Admittedly two of the managers had taken me over to the Cherry Blossom at lunch time, but then they had been naked too.  But now they wanted me to be naked in a room with a dozen clothed colleagues and with waitresses too. It was too much to ask.

Mr. Takashita signaled and the two waitresses came over and gently lifted me to my feet. They stripped me of my business suit and blouse, folding them neatly for later. My bra and the tiny G-string followed. I knew then why Reika had chosen that ridiculous item for me to wear today: it was a tiny triangle of cloth that did not even cover all my dark bush and the string kept slipping in between my labia.

“Suzichan, walk around the room and let us admire you.”

Helplessly I complied watching them as they stared at my displayed breasts, pussy and ass. I flushed as red as a woman could flush.

“You will begin sucking now, guujin.” A waitress was pressing a glass into my hands. “You will ask each of your fellow manager’s permission first and you will crawl, not walk.”

I burst out crying but on all fours made my way to the first. “Minamoro-sama, may I please suck your penis?”

Once again I went round the room sucking my colleagues and emptying their spunk into the glass. Once again I knelt in the centre of the room and swallowed it all in a series of little gulps. But this time I was required to remain naked afterwards as everyone chattered away, mainly discussing my body.  I was only allowed to dress at the end of the evening just before Reika took me home.

*****

On the Monday, Reika put out my clothes for work: blouse, skirt & jacket and hold-up stockings.

“Reika, what bra and panties do you want me to wear?” I called to her in the other room.

“Don’t worry about those,” she shouted back, “I’ll bring them in my handbag, and you can put them on when you get to work.”

“But… but why?” Though I already knew the answer to that question.

“So you can do more with your admirer.  It’ll be fun! And make sure you put some of that lubrication you carry around in your bottom.”

The journey was hellish.  Reika pressed up close to my front. I could feel her tight little breasts in their bra pushing into the undersides of my softer, braless ones. She kept giggling at my predicament and whispering ‘dirty girl’ in my ear. Meanwhile my molester pushed one, two and finally three fingers into my lubricated anus while I jerked him off. At least Reika kept her word and allowed me my underwear as soon as we got to the office. I don’t suppose that it would look right with a braless American manager bouncing around: not proper office etiquette.

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