Chapter 7

The translator held the car door for us and then followed us into the back. Lynn was seated between the two oldest gentlemen. You are going to have to forgive me but I never did get their names straight and I doubt if I could have pronounced them or even spelled them anyway. I’m going to refer to them numerically, with number one being the one that the others all deferred to.

So Lynn was seated between numbers one and two in the rearmost seat. I was seated beside number three and Kara was seated beside number four. The interpreter sat with his back against the divider between us and the driver.

Through the interpreter, number one asked Lynn all about herself. He wanted to know how old she is, what she’s studying in school and does she have a boyfriend.

I was watching as he asked all of his innocuous questions. His hand had come to rest on one of her knees while the translator was telling her what number one was asking. Businessman number two is holding her other knee and their hands are slowly working their way up her thighs. With a nervous look on her face, Lynn began squirming around, trying to act uncomfortable. But she didn’t attempt to defend herself from their advances.

Meanwhile, Kara and I are both receiving similar treatment. We’re also doing our best to act as though we’re uncomfortable being forced to submit to such indignities.

Actually, it wasn’t that hard to act uncomfortable. They all seem very impatient, very rough. They had no sense of the sensual. It suddenly occurred to me that they reminded me very much of a group of teenage boys getting to first base for the first time. But at least they weren’t as bad, or as numerous, as those damned bikers in the bar.

It wasn’t long before all three of us had our legs forced wide apart and short, stubby fingers probing artlessly at the crotch panels of our panties. But not for long. The car came to a stop and we all got out in front of a Japanese restaurant.

We followed the gentlemen inside. I guess they’re pretty important people, judging by the way they were greeted at the door. There were several restaurant employees standing inside the door, all bowing and being very obsequious. We were led down a quiet hallway to a private dinning room decorated in what I assumed was authentic Japanese style. There were no chairs. We had to sit on cushions on the floor at a long low table.

Several young women came in wearing what I assume were traditional Japanese robes and we soon found ourselves sipping warm Saki. I’ve never tasted it before. I was surprised at how smooth it was. Before long I would also come to realize how potent it is.

I’ve never been a huge fan of oriental food. I like rice and egg rolls but I’d much rather have a nice thick steak than the few oriental dishes I’ve tried. So I nibbled at whatever our companions ordered for us that evening. For the most part, I had no idea what I was eating. But everything I had was very tasty. They taught us how to use chop sticks and despite the language barrier we laughed and joked and had a very good time. It didn’t hurt that it seemed like every time I turned around someone was filling my glass with more of that delicious Saki.

After a while, when the man beside me started undressing me, I was way beyond feigning indignity or embarrassment. I giggled like a school girl as my dress came off. I was soon sitting there in my conservative bra and panties and everyone was laughing and joking.

Kara was next. She didn’t seem quite as wasted as I was. But the difference was barely measurable. Kara and I sat there in our underwear and laughed and kidded around with the men sitting next to us. Before very long our underwear began to disappear too. The men in the room seemed to be very impressed by what they were uncovering. Kara and I laughed uproariously as the men on either side of us explored our bodies roughly.

That left Lynn as the only female in the group with clothing on. I didn’t think that was going to last long, though. Number one and number two were once more exploring her young body through her clothing. She hadn’t had as much to drink as we had. But she had even less experience with alcohol and she was pretty wasted as the two men started undressing her.

Kara and I were both being manhandled as we watched Lynn being stripped by the men on either side of her. Before long we were both placed on our hands and knees and our bodies were groped roughly. It was no time at all after that before our faces were pulled down into the men’s laps. We found ourselves sucking the not very impressive cocks of numbers three and four. Their cocks were not all that large, no larger than Kevin’s. So we didn’t have any trouble with them.

We sucked them off quickly. We swallowed, but continued to suck on their softening cocks as we all watched the men begin to undress Lynn.

I was feeling pretty loose. That Saki is something else! I relaxed with my head in my guy’s lap and sucked him gently while I watched his two older companions undress Lynn. I saw the lust on their faces. I guess Steve had the right idea. They were going nuts at the opportunity to molest a young American schoolgirl.

What happened after that was kind of a blur, at least for a while. Over the next hour or so we all got fucked by or we sucked off each of the four men. They didn’t always cum in us. But they took a turn with each of us. The interpreter fucked Lynn when the four businessmen were finally sated. Then he got dressed and left the room while they laid Lynn out on a cushion away from the table. A waiter came in with another bottle of Saki. Everyone but Lynn got a glass. Then the waiter set the bottle down, pulled out his cock and masturbated in Lynn’s face.

After the waiter left we lounged around on cushions with the men feeling us up and playing with our bodies while we sipped more Saki and watched as, one or two at a time, the entire male staff of the restaurant came in and masturbated on Lynn. When the staff had all cycled through, male customers started coming in. I noticed it was only the oriental male customers. None of the men were Caucasian.

By the time it was over Lynn was completely covered in cum. They left her like that for a long time. Then several oriental women came in with a pan of water and some wash cloths and they cleaned her up.

It was quite a show. Lynn admitted later that even she thought it was hot and she was almost sober.

After Lynn was cleaned up we all dressed and staggered out to the limo. I’m not exaggerating. We were all staggering and loud and crude. It’s a good thing we were all too drunk to be embarrassed.

The men had their hands all over us again and after the limo pulled up in front of our house they all had one more turn with Lynn. This time, as each of them crawled on top of her I was made to guide their cocks into her well used pussy.

While the last of the Japanese businessmen was fucking Lynn, number one picked up the phone he uses to communicate with the driver and in seconds the driver, who is also Japanese, was climbing into the back. He, too, got a chance with Lynn, with my help of course.

When all the men were finally satisfied we kissed them all goodnight. Through the interpreter we thanked them for a wonderful evening. Then we staggered into the house and helped each other upstairs and collapsed into our bed.

We all passed out promptly, and I do mean passed out. That Saki is some sneaky stuff! In the morning we were all hung over and it required a long hot shower and a handful of Tylenol to get us ready to leave for work and school.

Kara and I left Lynn standing out front waiting for Kevin while we drove in to the office. It’s going to be Kara’s first Tuesday as a slave. She’s nervous about not being able to say no to anyone. I told her about our playroom on the seventh floor. She wanted to come with me to get the key and see where the room is. And after I described him she was anxious to meet the tall, handsome black man with the key.

She parked in the garage and as we passed the guard’s office near the elevator one of the two younger security guards, Tony, the cute one, came out and said, “Hey, sexy! I could sure use a little of that this morning.”

I had to think about that for a moment. He didn’t actually tell me, or even ask me to do anything. But I guess, in the spirit of my slave orders, I should let him have “a little of that.”

I smiled at him and said, “I have to go up and check in and I have an errand to run. I’ll come back as soon as I can. Okay?”

The guard grinned and exclaimed, “Really? Hell yes that’s okay!”

I kissed him on the cheek and Kara and I went up to our offices. We dropped our purses off. With a quick phone call I put out a small fire that cropped up over the weekend. Then I stopped by Kara’s cubicle and we went down to Mr. Carter’s office on the seventh floor.

Mr. Carter’s door was open. When I knocked he looked up and smiled. He waved us in. I introduced Kara to him and he stood up and shook her hand. She looked up at him, he is very large, and she looked very intimidated. I grinned at her and said, “If you think he’s impressive with his clothes on, wait until you see him naked!”

He laughed and handed me the key to the room. He sighed and said, “I have a lot to do this morning. I’m afraid I can’t get my rent payment right now. Come back at lunch time and meet me in the playroom. Please bring your cute little friend with you.”

I showed Kara the room near the elevator lobby and then Kara went upstairs. I went back down to the garage. I went into the security guard’s office. Tony looked up when he heard me come in. He smiled and exclaimed, “Hot damn!”

I followed him down the hallway to the small room with the cot in it. We quickly undressed. He held me and hugged me and kissed me for a few minutes and then he put me on my hands and knees by the foot of the cot and took me from behind. He has a nice cock but he was a little too eager today and came long before I was ready. I wasn’t worried. I knew that his two co-workers would want a turn and they didn’t disappoint. The older man, the one who seems to be in charge, went last and I finally reached orgasm when he fucked me.

I sucked them all clean. While I was doing it, the younger one, Tony, got hard again. So I went ahead and sucked him off. The breakfast of champions!

I went back upstairs after cleaning up. Gregg was watching for me. He knew I had to say yes on Tuesday. He met me at my cube with a huge grin on his face. I smiled at him and said, “Yes. Gregg? Was there something you wanted?”

I know what he wants, of course.

Gregg looked around and whispered, “You bet your fucking ass!”

I smiled and said, “Okay, come with me.” I led the way to the elevators.

I’m trying not to think about how far behind in my work I’m getting ... again, as I spend most of my morning servicing various men throughout the building.

We went to the playroom and I unlocked the door after checking to make sure that we weren’t being observed. I undressed quickly and helped Gregg pull his pants down. I sucked his already very hard cock while he reached down and played with my nipples for a few minutes. Before he could cum he pulled me to my feet and bent me over the desk. He fucked me violently from behind.

He came quickly, but he left his cock inside of me and it never really got soft. After a moment he started fucking me again. He lasted longer the second time and I’m beginning to discover that now that the pain is gone that the ring in my clit is making it much easier for me to cum from plain old fucking. He lasted a little longer and I had my second orgasm of the morning before he came again.

When he finally pulled out I cleaned his cock and balls. While I was licking and sucking his slimy sex organs he ran his hands through my hair and said, “I am not a handsome man and most of my life I have lacked self-confidence. I want you to know that you are the most beautiful, sexiest, and sweetest woman I have ever had the good fortune to have sex with. I really do appreciate it. Thank you.”

The gratitude in his voice as he spoke was really touching. I smiled at him and exclaimed, “Aren’t you sweet! Thanks, Gregg. All I ask in return is that you kind of keep it quiet. Despite my recent dive into depravity, I have not totally given up on getting promoted eventually. If things like what we’re doing get around it won’t help.”

“You have my word,” he said. Then I helped him get dressed and finally I put my little nothing of a dress on. When the coast was clear we went back up to our floor and I finally got to do a little work.

The men in the office still cycled through to check out my already well used pussy. But I’m beginning to get used to them, enough so that unless they had some actual work for me I just ignored them and let them look and I said nothing when the braver men touched.

I’m aware of them, of course. And it’s a turn on to know a couple dozen men come into my office every morning to look at my pussy. I just no longer stop what I’m doing when they come in, walk around my desk and look down at my exposed sex.

Kara showed up at my cube just before lunch and we headed down to the playroom. She whispered that she has never been with a black man before and she’s nervous. I smiled and said, “Don’t worry. They taste just like white guys.”

She laughed and the injection of a little humor seemed to calm her down a little.

I’m actually looking forward to it. I enjoyed myself last week. But I got one hell of a surprise when we got to the room. I unlocked the door and opened it and my jaw dropped when I saw what was waiting for us inside.

I pulled Kara inside and quickly shut the door behind us. The desk has been pushed up against the wall and in the middle of the room is an inflatable mattress. Sitting all around the room in straight-back office chairs are fifteen smiling black men I’ve never seen before!

I stared around the room in shock. I know by the presence of the bed in the center of the room they aren’t here by mistake and they aren’t here to discuss business. But I didn’t know what to do next.

Kara leaned over and whispered in my ear, “What the hell is going on?”

I shrugged and said, “Good morning, gentlemen. Can I assume we’re all here for the same thing?”

Just then the door opened behind me and Mr. Carter came in. He locked it behind him. He smiled and said, “I apologize, ladies. I intended to be here when you arrived. I got tied up on a phone call. These are some friends of mine and I promised them a little entertainment. So if you don’t mind, please get undressed and get up on the mattress. We would like you to put on a little show for us.”

Kara and I looked at each other. That was something we could handle easily. But before I started undressing I asked, “Does Steve know about this ... about all these men?!

He looked slightly uncomfortable when he replied, “He knew I was inviting some friends. I’m afraid the guest list got a little larger than I intended. Steve doesn’t know how many men are here. Listen, I know it’s a lot. But I promise, we’ll take it easy and no one gets hurt.”

Looking around at all those large black men I can’t help being skeptical. If this turns out to be anything like the incident in the biker bar I’m going to be really pissed. But there are fewer men here than we took on at the bar. If they take it easy as he promised I guess we’ll survive. But I’m going to have to let him know I won’t do this again, not with this many men.

Kara and I got undressed. We heard some complimentary comments from the men seated around the room as we placed our clothing on one of the few empty chairs and moved over by the mattress. Mr. Carter took a seat. Kara and I started making out. We hugged and kissed and our hands wandered freely while standing at the foot of the air bed. Then we got down on the bed and really got into it for a little while before moving into a sixty-nine. The crowd of well dressed middle aged black men watching us was surprisingly quiet. The lack of rowdiness was reassuring.

Once we had calmed down a little Kara and I were able to really throw ourselves into our lovemaking. We ate each other to several very nice orgasms, even if they were somewhat restrained. We thought it a good idea to keep the passionate screaming to a minimum here in the office.

We were so into each other that we were startled when a pair of strong hands pulled me off of Kara and I looked up to see Mr. Carter standing beside the bed, naked, with a huge erection.

I smiled at him and said, “Mr. Carter, Kara just got pierced this weekend and she really needs to take it easy for a couple of weeks. She needs to keep her piercings sterile and avoid a lot of rigorous activity.”

Kara is staring at his large, black erection. Without taking her eyes away from his cock she said, “Mandy, mind your own fucking business!”

I looked down at her and saw the look on her face as she stared at Mr. Carter’s erection and he and I both laughed loudly. I looked back up at him and said, “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Mr. Carter took my place on the bed with Kara and I was led over to the desk. I was picked up like a toy and placed diagonally on my back across the desk with my ass near one edge and my head hanging over the other edge.

Instantly I was surrounded by naked and half naked black men with large, hard cocks and soon I was getting all the cock I could want. I noticed two things as our lunch period progressed. There’s just as wide a variety of cocks in a group of black men as you might find in a group of white men. And ... they do indeed taste just like white men. Not all the same of course. Some are vaguely salty. Some were very bitter. Some of them have a mild taste when they climax that’s almost pleasant.

Some girl working on her Doctorate somewhere should do a comparison of the taste of cum and the diets of the men who produce the most delicious cum.

As I was getting fucked and sucking off the crowd of men around me I heard Kara getting louder and louder and finally I heard someone put something in her mouth to keep her quiet. She’s really enjoying herself. I’ve never heard her make this much noise.

By the time everyone was satisfied I had enjoyed at least a dozen orgasms. I looked at my watch and saw that we’re fifteen minutes late getting back to our office. We still have to get dressed and cleaned up before we can return to our desks.

I would have preferred being able to use the ladies room. But we’re in a hurry and I don’t even know where the nearest one is on this floor. So Kara and I cleaned each other up in the usual way. Mr. Carter and his friends got a big kick out of that.

We hurried back to our cubes. As soon as I sat down my intercom buzzed. It was Steve. I had to explain why I’m late. He got a big kick out of it.

The rest of the afternoon was more like a normal day and I was finally able to get some work done. In fact, I almost got caught up. Tuesdays are really hectic around the office now.

I was a few minutes late getting downstairs with the key for Mr. Carter. By the time I got there he was almost the only one left on his floor. He took the key, apologized again and then thanked me for a great lunch hour and for pleasing his friends, Before I left he locked his door and I gave him a quick blowjob.

Kara was waiting in the car when I finished and we headed home as soon as I got down to the car. I waved at the guards on the way out. They’re smiling brightly and probably planning on more of the same tomorrow. They’re going to be really confused when all they get is a friendly smile.

Kara pulled up into the driveway. We got out and walked to the house. Normally Lynn is doing her homework at the kitchen table when we get home. When she wasn’t there I went up to check on her.

She was in her room, curled up on her bed and though she’s quiet now, she has obviously been crying her eyes out. I sat down, took her in my arms and asked her what was wrong. She tried to pull away, but I held on. I’m really worried now! I insisted that she tell me what’s wrong.

She started crying again. I saw movement and looked up to see Kara in the doorway looking concerned.

I let Lynn cry for a few minutes and I held her tight. Kara left and came back with a glass of wine. I gave Lynn a few sips. When she straightened out I saw that her back is all scratched up. Some of them look pretty deep.

Lynn finally sat up and put her feet on the floor. She sniffed and wiped her eyes. In a tortured voice that broke my heart she said, “Mom, I don’t want to talk about it. It was too awful.”

She started to cry again. I was about to lose it. I can’t stand to see her like this. Kara sat on the other side of her and we held her for a few minutes until she calmed down again.

Lynn’s hair is still damp. She must have just taken a shower. I went and got some disinfectant and applied it to the scratches on her back while Kara held her and kissed her face and her hair.

Finally she sat up again and said, “I could use another glass of wine.”

We all went downstairs and I got us all a glass of wine while Lynn struggled to get herself under control. I asked her again what happened. She shook her head and said, “It’s too awful, too disgusting.”

I insisted. I have to know what’s wrong. Finally she got up, went over to her school books on the coffee table and came back with two pictures. In one of them she was on her hands and knees being fucked by a large half-breed mutt. In the other the dog was lying on his back and she had his unbelievably large cock in her mouth.