Milky

Chapter 7 – Yasuko

For a month or more there was no real change to my routine, as I now thought of it: my hard work gathering praise and recognition, prostitution at lunchtimes, groping on Monday mornings and performing on Thursday evenings.  That is how I thought of those evenings: as a performance.  Sometimes it was a gangbang with the senior managers, other times it was stripping and sucking with all the managers and once it was being dressed as a policewoman and kneeling while the entire Commodities Trading team came all over me.  This last was horrendously humiliating but being dressed in uniform meant I could sort of pretend it was not happening to me.

But I was surviving and my half-year appraisal was less than a month away.  My work was better than ever and this outlet gave me the life-ring I could cling to so as to stop from drowning in my degradation. I gave it my all as intense mental exercise seemed to give me a kind of endorphin rush that blocked out what a nightmare the rest of my life had become.  Or not all: lunch with the other women was fun on Thursdays as were the weekends with Reika when she wasn’t in one of her dominant moods or making me watch my own sex videos.

Then one Thursday evening we went to another club and things felt quite different. The managers were all there as were maybe twenty of the traders as well as the cameramen. I knew immediately that I was in for some new ordeal and began trembling.  Nervously I looked to Reika, but she was hanging on Mr. Takashita’s arm and only briefly returned my questioning look with an ironic smile. My dependence on her had grown to be entirely unhealthy, but I seemed completely unable to break away.  She was my only friend in Tokyo and I needed her.

I was wearing what Reika had chosen for me to wear: the same office suit I had worn for my first bukkake.  I wondered if that was deliberate or not.  It was hard to tell, after the humiliation of making me take it down to the drycleaners that first time she had selected it often for me to wear to the office. The traders, to a man, would be able to recognize that they had climaxed over it and me.

There was food laid out in a buffet style and we all ate even the PAs and me.  Since there was a chance I would end up performing a gokkun at the end I was glad to get something in my stomach. I had a few of cups of sake as well which had they the effect of dulling my nerves a little, though I was still as jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof.  I felt like I would start crying at any moment.

Eventually the room quieted as a young girl entered.  After a moment I realized that she probably wasn’t that young it was just that she was dressed as a sexy Japanese-style schoolgirl.  As she went to talk to Mr. Takashita I realized she was dressed as the character Gogo Yubari, the schoolgirl gang member and assassin from the ‘Kill Bill’ movie.  She had on white sneakers and knee-socks, a plaid skirt ending half way up her thighs, a school blazer with a white blouse and red tie on underneath.  She had her hair straight like a schoolgirl and because she was Japanese and not more than an inch over five foot she could easily have passed for a teenager. But there was a real confidence in the way she walked as Mr. Takashita brought her over to me. With Reika on his other side he looked every inch a powerful man.

“May I introduce Miss Yasuko?” I towered over the girl/woman. I was wearing heals and am five or six inches taller anyway. I bowed the correct bow for someone you don’t know.  Her bow in response was much curter, the bow to someone who is your subordinate.

“You will do whatever Miss Yasuko tells you to from now on,” I heard my boss saying. What did he mean? “As if it were myself giving you the order.”

“Yes, Takashita-sama,” I managed to choke out.  Mr. Takashita was withdrawing a little leaving me facing the newcomer. I realized that everyone in the room was watching me.

She put her head to one side coquettishly and looked up at me, for the entire world like a schoolgirl: a very sexy schoolgirl. “You will call me Miss Yasuko at all times. Do you understand?”

“Yes… yes Miss Yasuko.” I felt myself blushing.

“Good girl, Suzichan,” she continued in a sweet sing-song voice as if she were talking to a toddler. “Takashita-sama has kindly let me watch your films.  You have the potential to be a talented milky girl, with training. I will train you.  Is that clear?”

“Yerrsss… Yes Miss Yasuko.”  I was beginning to cry. She’d watched my DVDs: seen me gangbanged, covered in sperm and swallowing glasses of jism. And this schoolgirl was going to train me?

“Tonight we begin with a proper bukkake.  Come sit here.” She led me to a little plastic child’s chair in the centre of the room and had me sit on it.  It had the effect of bringing my knees up towards my breasts. I kept them firmly pressed together. What did she mean proper bukkake? I’d already been through two of them, I had the DVDs to prove it.

“You will open your mouth, Suzichan.  Wide open.”  Oh God, please not that!

“Your colleagues will now perform the bukkake. You will at all times keep your mouth open so that those gentlemen who wish may come inside. You will not swallow at all. When your mouth becomes too full you may let the ejaculations out into this.” She handed me a glass bowl, a bit like a medium sized cooking bowl.

“Hold it in your lap, under your chin. Everything that leaves your mouth must fall into the bowl. Do you understand what I want, milky girl?” She was still using that sing-song voice as if to a baby: so humiliating.

“Yes, Miss Yasuko,” I was now crying openly. I felt lower than a worm.

As in my two previous bukakkes the first shots of sperm landed almost as soon as she stepped to one side; they had all been masturbating as they listened to her giving me the instructions. One man came all over my face, while the man next to him came into my open mouth. I could feel his warm, sticky cum landing on my tongue and bouncing to the back of my throat. I nearly swallowed until I remembered my instructions. It was so hard not to gag and I made to spit the stuff in the bowl.

“No, Suzichan,” said my tormentress, “keep it in your mouth. And keep your mouth open.” Again that calm young voice and I realized I had involuntarily shut my mouth.  I opened it again just as the third man emptied the contents of his balls onto my tongue.  It was simply appalling, having to hold your mouth open so that a work colleague can deposit his sperm into it. I was sobbing now which only made the task worse.

After the fifth man my mouth felt impossibly full.  I could feel this pool of sperm sloshing about inside. It was threatening to overflow.  I would have to spit or swallow.

“Let it out slowly Suzichan,” said Yasuko. “Let it flow out of your mouth, over your chin and into the bowl. Slowly.”

Almost gratefully I did as commanded feeling the gross contents of my mouth dribbling slowly over my lips and sliding down my face to drip from my chin.  I could see the cameras catching it in close-up. I felt both humiliated as well as being inwardly appalled that I wasn’t rebelling.

The men approached quicker now.  A few of them missed my mouth and ended up all over my face or hair. Once I thought it was deliberate but others just came too fast to aim straight.

Five more times I had to empty my mouth on Yasuko’s order.  Then the line of men was done and I sat there, dazed and desperately wondering what was next.

“Very good, milky girl, now sit still,” said the faux-schoolgirl beside me. She took a plastic spoon and began to scrape up the sperm that had missed my mouth and to deposit it in the bowl. Some was on my face, some in my hair and there were a few spurts and drops on my clothes.

“Please put the bowl down, Suzichan.” Yasuko had place a low table on the floor before me.  Unable to help myself I stared at the contents: colors ranged from nearly colorless to white or creamy yellow. The volume must have been three times as much as I had ever had to swallow before and must have included a fair amount of my own saliva.  I desperately did not want Yasuko to ask me to do a gokkun. I was sure that amount would make me vomit.  Perhaps if I did throw up they would let me go, like they had let Natsuki go.

“Take this, milky girl,” said Yasuko handing me a toothbrush.  I was so grateful: she was going to let me brush my teeth to get rid of the taste. I sat there holding the brush and waiting for the toothpaste.

“Dip the brush in the bowl, Suzichan and brush your teeth.” That sweet sing-song voice telling me, no: ordering me, to do something so awful. Surely she could not want that. I burst out sobbing again. “Now, milky girl, obey me!”

Slowly I put the brush into the bowl of sperm and lifting it watched as big globs of spunk dropped back into the bowl.  But a lot remained on the bristles and reluctantly I put the brush into my mouth.

“Brush vigorously, little girl. Pretend you are brushing your teeth before you go to bed.”

I began to do as my instructor demanded. It was so completely disgusting.  She was making me do something I did every day but in a utterly degraded way.  It felt as if I were brushing the essence of all those men right into my gums.  I wondered if the taste would ever leave me. Not to mention how hard it is to brush your teeth while you are crying.

“Spit!”

I spat into the bowl, seeing the now foamy mass of sperm land on top of the rest.

“Again, milky girl.” Three times Yasuko made me dip the brush and begin again. As I was now methodically scrubbing my teeth she leant close and whispered in my ear: “Beg me politely for permission to drink the bowl and I will let you stop brushing.”

I was so desperate I gave in immediately. “Please Miss Yasuko; may I drink the bowl now?”  There was a little cheer from circle of men, now almost all dressed once more, who were watching me perform.  Not to mention the ever present cameras.

“Yes, Suzichan, you may drink. From the bowl and drink it all. Then you will thank the men humbly for your bukkake.”

What could I do but get it over with? It took for what seemed like forever to down the contents of the bowl, sperm and saliva both. I kept being sure I would chuck it all back up, but no, it stayed stubbornly in my stomach. Finally the bowl was empty, Yasuko used the spoon to make sure the last bits got to my mouth.

“Thank you all, gentlemen, for my bukkake,” I said in a low voice.

“Very humble, Suzichan, but say it louder,” said the schoolgirl-woman.

I repeated the phrase more clearly and she passed me a wet cloth with which to wash my face. However for the rest of the evening I had to remain in the stained suit and with drying globs of spunk in my hair. Perversely the men kept wanting to pat my tummy as if to convince themselves I really had swallowed all that sperm. I of course knew I had: it was as if I could feel it swilling around inside me.

*****

I was determined to rebel after that, to show my independence in some little way and so prove I was not completely in their power. I spent the weekend wondering what I could do to reassert myself without making my boss lose face and so risk my appraisal, which had reached extraordinary significance for me as the rest of my life blew apart. I considered moving out and into my own apartment. I could afford a studio to myself but this would mean being all alone and I did not want to lose Reika.  I need the companionship even at the cost of her dominance.  Even being forced to watch the ghastly DVD together on Sunday did not change my mind.

After debating all weekend with myself I decided I would rebel and assert myself by deliberately confronting my anonymous Subway groper.  He would lose face, as would I, but I was determined. So there I was on Monday morning, minus underwear as usual at Reika’s command, at the stop where we changed lines. I felt his familiar presence behind me and a little to my left; as normal Reika was facing me.  As I felt his fingers undoing my skirt and reaching inside to cup my pussy I wheeled around to confront him, holding my skirt to make sure it did not end up round my ankles.

I do not know what I expected, some dirty old man I suppose.  But it wasn’t: it was Mr Kurokawi, one of the six senior managers in Commodities Trading. I stood there shocked. He grinned and put his fingers back inside my skirt. I could do nothing but stand there as his digits forced their way into me.  As always at Reika’s say-so I had added lubrication before leaving home. Now I could hear her giggling behind me as she whispered in my ear.

“You are a naughty girl, Suzi. And so dirty. Dirty American girl!” I could feel her body pressed hard against my back.  By facing Mr. Kurokawi I made it much easier for him and soon he had two fingers buried to the knuckles in my vagina. He guided my free hand to his cock and I jerked him off. I suppose I should have recognized his penis, I had sucked it often enough on Thursdays, not to mention being fucked by it in a number of gangbangs.

As he came all over the inside of his coat and suit trousers I realized it had all been a set-up from the start and that Reika had been in on it. I felt further humiliated and hopeless: some rebellion! Then it got worse.

“Lick your fingers, Milky Girl.” This wasn’t from the manager but from my friend behind me. Helplessly I complied, there in the middle of a crowded subway train, tears running down my face.

I was wondering how Mr. Kurokawi got away with sperm stained trousers and coat. Later Reika told me that he just gave them to his PA and told her to get them drycleaned. He kept spare pairs in the office.

Why bother fighting it? They were always one step ahead of me.

*****

That Thursday as work was finishing Yasuko appeared in the office and had a private meeting with Mr. Takashita.  I assumed they were discussing what would be done to me that evening.  Evidently it required more preparation than usual.  I quaked at the thought.

At the club the half of the traders who had missed out the previous week was there together with the managers.  Mr. Kurokawi in particular gave me a big grin. The thought of what was inevitably to come made me so nervous I could barely eat. I forced myself to eat some plain rice though: a bowlful of sperm on an empty stomach did not bear thinking about. Yasuko was continuously at my side and was both encouraging and complimenting me.

“You look very beautiful tonight, Suzichan, so elegant.” “I believe you can be outstanding this evening.” And more such. The compliments made me feel good, the encouragement apprehensive, what did she have planned for me?

Eventually it was time. Yasuko asked for my cell phone.  It was in my bag over on one side where al the women had left theirs. I fetched it and offered it to Yasuko. She smiled and declined, leading me to the plastic chair in the centre of the room.

“You will now call Reika,” she said sweetly.  I looked around to see where my friend was but she had left the room, evidently so that I could call her. I pushed her number on speed-dial.

“Hiya Suzi,” came Reika’s voice.

“Put Reika on hold,” said Yasuko.  I complied. “Now, I expect you to talk to your friend during the bukkake. You will at all times keep your mouth open and your head tilted slightly back.” She took hold of my head and showed me the position she wanted me to hold. “Talk to your friend now!”

“Yes, Miss Yasuko.”

I took the phone off hold and heard Reika say, “I wish I was there but Yasuko said I had to be the one on the phone. I suppose we can watch it together on Sunday.”

As she was saying that the first of the traders shot off all over my face, some in my mouth but most on my forehead and nose. A second man followed, this timing seemingly aiming at my cell phone and ear, at least that is where it ended up. I was openly crying now.

“Oh, have they started?” Reika’s bright voice came down the line.

“Yeagh,” I replied, finding it hard to pronounce while trying to keep my mouth open as Yasuko carefully appraised my behavior. It was just as well as the next cock exploded voluminously into my mouth. As my head was tilted back a bit it all ran down toward my throat.  I guessed I was not supposed to swallow, but that was so hard. How could they expect me to do this, it was too horrible.

It continued in this vein for a while: guys coming over me, the cameras zooming in for close-ups and Yasuko giving me little instructions. I wondered if I would ever be able to make a phone call again without recalling this scene. Reika kept asking me questions that required a response and I had to reply by trying to form words. This became increasingly difficult as my mouth began to fill with sperm. Just trying to say something meant that inevitably some of the semen slipped down my throat while more of it overflowed and ran down my chin to drip onto my suit.

But only about half of the men seemed to be aiming at my open mouth, the rest were pointing their dicks at my phone and ear.  Soon it was all just one sticky mess.  I could still hear Reika chatting away (she was talking about where we should eat on Saturday now) but that was because the phone was pressed to my ear and nothing much could seep in there.  The microphone and key pad were completely coated in jizz as was my hand, ear and hair on the cell phone side. I doubt if Reika could understand a word I said: I was slurring with a mouthful of cum and the phone was coated in more of it.

Finally the parade of cocks slowed and then finished. I was left sitting on my little plastic chair with my phone stuck to my ear in a sea of spunk. My mouth was literally full and a little flow of it still dripped from my chin.

“Swallow, Milky Girl,” said Yasuko sweetly, “in one big mouthful.”

I did, feeling the huge mass of sperm sliding down my throat in a slippery lump. Gross,but by now quite manageable.

Thank God this week they let me go and shower. I could actually feel where the cum had leaked from chin to chest to bra and then all the way down to my waistband. After the quick hair wash I returned once more as Sailor Mercury. Miss Yasuko caught me by the arm and led me to where my cell lay on the table, completely drenched in goo.  Reika was there too and bounced up to give me a kiss on the cheeks, having to stand on tiptoes as I towered over her in my cartoon outfit.

“Do you think your phone still works, Suzichan?”

“I don’t know, Miss Yasuko.” I wondered what they wanted from me, was there more humiliation to come?

“As you have been a good milky girl today I think we should give you a present.” She slipped me a little packet, wrapped exquisitely in Japanese style.

I opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a new cell phone, the latest model and very expensive. It was the hard-to-get, must-have one that was a serious status symbol. I almost giggled inwardly as I thought that all you had to do to get one was get drenched in sperm by your colleagues.

“Put your SIM card in please, Milky Girl”

I had to disassemble the slippery, disgusting old phone and fish out the little chip. It and my fingers ended up covered in sperm.

“Lick it clean, Suzichan”

And I did, licking the chip and my fingers spotlessly free of spunk, then drying them on a napkin before putting the card into my new phone. Reika rang me immediately and everyone laughed as the heard her voice down the line again.

The party went on for quite a while and as Reika and I were preparing to leave I overheard Miss Yasuko (I had started to think of her as having the title attached to her name) talking to Mr. Takashita.

“I think she is ready Takashita-sama.  Not perfect yet, but ready.”

Ready for what I wondered. What more could they expect me to do?