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Molly watched Maggie as she slept. The start of their business trip to Japan had been a blast. Maggie and Mike had missed out on some of the party, but got into the spirit of things when they finally arrived.
***
Shopping with Mike in Tokyo had been fun. In addition to the expensive and not so expensive lingerie that he had purchased for her, they had stopped by a jewelry store and purchased two 24k gold anklets, one for Maggie and one for Molly. It glittered in the sunlight as they made their way up the stairs to the entrance of the large mansion located in the Japanese countryside.
They rang the door-bell, and waited outside. Maggie shifted her weight nervously from leg to leg. She was dressed casually for the occasion, as if she were going out for a day at the beach. The Japanese girl who greeted them at the door had a pierced clit and was holding a tray with a single glass of champagne. The piercing was a glittering 14k gold ring that had diamonds embedded in it. Other than her smile, it was the only thing that she was wearing. Incredibly, her face betrayed not the slightest hint of shame or humiliation by her current state of dishabille.
"Hajimamashite."
She bowed and handed Mike a glass of champagne.
"Welcome, Daddy-chan."
Her English was flawless. The tall, slim, coltish, girl got down on her knees, unzipped Mike's fly, pulled his pecker out, and inhaled it greedily into her mouth. The flat-chested girl brought a lot of enthusiasm to the task at hand. Maggie thought she had a cute nose. Small, but pretty angular and well defined, as opposed to the flat, slightly rounded amorphous snub Maggie had been given. The strange girl gripped his cock firmly in her hands, her elegantly manicured fingers and nails wrapped around the shaft. Mike tapped the girl on her head, and she immediately took her hand off his dong, clasped her hands behind her back, leaned forward, and proceeded to blow him with just her mouth.
Mike looked over at Maggie and smiled.
"Soooooooo...well trained."
"I can see."
"Get comfortable and bring your lipstick over here."
Maggie removed her halter top, khaki capri pants, flip-flops, and squatted wearing nothing but her pink, full bottom panties with the screen-print of a cartoon bear on the front. Her blue-black hair had been styled in a blunt-cut page-boy fashion , further emphasizing her youthful look.
"Put some barrets in your hair while you are over there."
Maggie rummaged around in her courier bag for the lipstick and barrets. She stood up and handed it over to her Mike, who began to scrawl kanji on the front of her white torso. When he was finished, he tweaked one of her thick brown nipples affectionately and gestured for her to turn around.
"This is so prince charming can find you. Do whatever Takashi tells you."
Maggie stood still as he finished writing on her ivory skin. The light pressure from the lipstick felt good as her Mike scrawled more kanji on her back. She turned around, and Mike handed her the glass of champagne.
"You can drink this. The party is out on the deck. Yukie and I are going to take this party back to her room."
Yukie covered her mouth and giggled. Mike picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and walked over to the winding staircase. Maggie stayed behind, sipping the glass of champagne and working up her nerve to join the other guests out on the deck. It would have been easier if Mike had let her wear some of the lingerie more appropriate for a young woman her age. The pink panties with the cartoon bear on the front made her feel more like a child than the twenty-one year old adult that she was. Even the white cotton thong with the hearts on it would have been a step up. At least then she could have pretended to be a slightly older stripper playing the part of a young tart.
Maggie walked through the giant foyer, and up a winding staircase and down the hall where she could hear Yukie giggling as Mike touched her naughty bits. As she got closer to the entrance to the deck, the sharp giggles faded into low moans. All the ladies loved that thick cock of his. As close as Maggie was to Molly, being in an open relationship took some getting used to. At first she had felt a pang of jealously when she saw that Japanese slut slurping on Mike's cock, but that feeling disappated when she realized she would be able to explore on her own while at the orgy.
Maggie walked out onto a large deck with a large jacuzzi in the corner and elegant, modern lawn furniture strewn about at appropriate intervals. In one corner of the balcony, there was a group of four men standing around in a semi-circle, with some chubby white girls in their late twenties kneeling in front of three of them, sucking their cocks.
The only thing that the women were wearing specially modified anti-bark collars. They would get zapped if something other than a cock popped out of (or into) their mouths. Their boobs swayed in the breeze as they leaned forward and suckled on the cocks in front of them contentedly. Two of the girls had glittering, gold rings encrusted with diamonds dangling from their clits, and all three of the girls had numerous body piercings and tattoos.
The men were watching Molly, who was crouched on all fours in the center of this semi-circle, with her ass rubbing against the ass of a Tosa dog. She wasn't wearing a collar, or a single stitch of clothing for that matter. Although Maggie didn't realize it immediately, the two lovers were tied together, enjoying a moment of post-coital bliss. Maggie was puzzled by the fact that their asses were practically glued to each other. The look on Molly's face was terrible - it was a confusing mixture of extreme pleasure and pain. The dawning realization that Molly and the dog were tied together horrified Maggie. The man behind the camera looked up, and smiled as soon he recognized Maggie's face. His gaze prompted her to reflexively cover the two perky little mosquito bites on her chest with her forearm. The man looked pleased with this gesture of maidenly modesty from her. He spoke in thickly accented English,
"Maggie-chan. Welcome."
He noticed the pale, somewhat sickened look on Maggie's face, and hastened to reassure her.
"We treat her okay, we only hurt her a little bit. She is...more precious than other girls."
He motioned to the fat girls on their knees. The girl with the bleached blond hair styled in a pixie cut and a curved barbell dangling from her septum evidently spoke English. She gave a thumbs up to show Maggie that even though she wasn't precious, they were treating her all right. For her efforts, she was rewarded with a hard slap across the face and a scolding in Japanese. Suitably chastened, she resumed her cocksucking duties with a blush on her cheeks.
Takashi ran over to the wet bar in a corner of the deck and came back with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. He placed the shot glass in front of Molly, and poured some vodka into it.
"See, it's a party. We have good time. I love Molly."
Molly looked up groggily from the shot glass and smiled when she recognized Maggie. Skeptically, she sniffed the shot glass and pushed it away with her hand.
"Water please."
Without a word the man picked up the shot glass and scurried back to the bar. The chubby girl with her hair hanging down in two long braids glanced over longingly as he knocked it back, and returned with bottled water plucked from a tub full of half-melted ice. Molly drank the water and acted as if being tied to a Tosa was a perfectly normal experience. The dog suddenly lurched forward, and his cock fell out of her snatch with a wet plop. Monique let out a loud sigh, and stood up, stretching her arms.
"It's fun at first, and feels really good, but after awhile you get sore and tired."
The dog wandered off to a corner and started licking its balls. One of the fat girls had just finished servicing the cock in front of her. Her huge udders hung down to her stomach. A natural strawberry blond, her straight hair was cut short in a boyish fashion, and there was a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose. The man in the business suit adjusted the camera as Molly squatted over the girl's face. With a loud queef that made Maggie's face turn crimson with embarrassment for Molly, she squeezed the dog jizz out of her bald coochie and into the eager fuck-pig's mouth.
The fuck-pig opened her mouth to show off the semen that had pooled around her pierced tongue, dutifully gulped down the dog spunk, and opened her mouth again to show that she had swallowed it all like a good little skank. Molly rubbed her wet pussy, and then her ass against the girls face, and the girl enthusiastically licked Molly's private parts.
When Molly was done, she shook her head so her ginger pigtails bounced around, then turned around and wiggled her little bum at the camera, letting the viewer get a wink of her pink and her stink. She then grabbed a white terry cloth robe from off one of the wooden deck chairs, pulled off the hair bobbles from her two ponytails, and let her curly red hair fall down to her shoulders as she walked over to Maggie. Her normally pale skin - dusted with a sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose - looked a little red from being out in the sun so long, but otherwise she appeared to be fine.
Molly hugged her and grabbed Maggie's face in her hands. The reunited lovers kissed and Molly slipped Maggie some tongue. The men whistled and cheered enthusiastically, and two sudden groans signaled that the fuck-pigs had accomplished their task with a little help from Maggie and Molly. The girls played tonsil hockey for a little while, and then disengaged. They looked dreamily into each others eyes for a moment. Molly broke the silence.
"Hey girl, Takashi worked me over really well. I'm going to take a nap. He will take good care of you."
The man in the dark suit beamed.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Molly nodded.
"Nothing Mike and I haven't done."
She paused for a moment.
"Except the dog."
Maggie giggled, still feeling a little uncomfortable. Molly held up her wrist and showed off her new, expensive designer timepiece. It was Swiss made and had perpetual movement.
"He bought this for me."
Maggie glanced over at the chubby white girls on their knees.
"Feel sorry for those bitches. I pooped on a plate for Takashi and one of them -"
"Ewwwwww. TMI."
"Better her than me,"
Molly smiled, and then frowned.
"The guys are a little grabby, but while they can grope you..."
Maggie shuddered, and Molly continued.
"They can't fuck you. The kanji Mike wrote on you states that you are, uhm, Takashi's property."
"Property? Like a slave."
Molly smiled.
"Only while you're here."
"So the fat girls..."
"Entertain the other men on this property. A bunch of well-off salary-men like to pretend their super-wealthy perverted Saudi sheiks once a year. Everybody is well compensated, even the pigs. Takashi pays a little extra for his...special needs."
Takashi had walked up to the two girls, and gallantly kissed Molly on the cheek.
"Thank you. Go rest. I'll take care of Maggie."
The threesome walked back inside the mansion together and then walked away in different directions down the hall. Maggie went with Takashi, to entertain the horny older man. Molly walked somewhat gingerly in a bowlegged fashion to find a guestroom and take a much need nap.
***
The bathroom of Takashi's master bedroom was bigger than most people's living rooms. He put a towel down on top of the long marble counter next to the sink and gestured for Maggie to sit down on it. Maggie instinctively pulled off her panties, held them at arms length from her body and giggled flirtatiously as she let them drop to the floor. Her little anklet glittered under the bright lights of the vanity mirror. Somehow, the only item she wore - her gold anklet - made her feel even more naked than if she hadn't been wearing anything at all.
Takashi exhaled deeply as he drank in the sight of her bare, ivory flesh. He ran one hand up and down her flat torso as he used the other to fill the sink next to Maggie with hot water. Takashi dipped a facecloth and cleaned the lipstick off her torso and back.
Initially, Maggie felt a little self-conscious as he did this, as she was as flat as a two by four, but her inhibitions faded as Takashi's desire for her was sincere. Pushing her feet up on to the counter, Maggie took the hint and leaned back against the mirror with her legs spread wide so he could get a better view of her hairy bush. Mike had her grow it out before they left on their Japanese tour. This was their first event, and as Mike explained to her, Takashi had very specific needs. Maggie was supposed to lie back and think of the yen (in addition to other body fluids that she didn't want to think about) that Takashi was going to shower her with.
Retrieving a can of shaving cream and a razor from the cabinet under the sink, Takashi spread the cream liberally over her crotch, swirled the razor around in the sink full of water to warm the blade, and carefully began to shave off Maggie's curly black pubes. It made her little kitty wet with desire as her nether curls were cut off by the razor. As far as foreplay went, shaving her snatch bald was a very effective lubricant for her vajayjay. Takashi took his time, carefully removing all the hair on Maggie's lady parts. The water, shaving cream, and her girl goo turned her crotch into a very sticky mess.
Takashi finshed, wiping the shaving cream off her pussy with a hand towel, and then trimmed the patches that he missed, carefully negotiating the folds of her inner and outer labia. Occasionally he paused during this task and tweaked her clit playfully, eliciting groans of pleasure from Maggie. When he was finished, he slipped a finger inside her juicy little cooze and then pulled it out, sticking it between her lips. Maggie sucked her musky cunt cream off his finger obligingly.
Takashi motioned for her to turn around, and she dutifully stuck her little rump out like an obedient, willing, little bitch. He scraped off the few hairs around her tight little pooper with the razor, and then gave her a hard smack on her bum. Maggie laughed and hopped off the counter.
Maggie giggled and said, "Wanna spank my botty daddy? I've been a bad girl."
Takashi smiled and motioned for her to bend over. She grabbed her ankles and giggled as his hand landed firmly on her little backside, her bum cheeks jiggling slightly and turning red as his palm slapped against her pert little dumper.
When he was done, she turned around and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you daddy."
Maggie stuck a finger in her pussy and held it up for him to see.
"I'm a bad girl."
She licked her girl goo off her fingers. Takashi beamed, and dropped his trousers and boxers. He sat down on the toilet, and grabbed a tube of lubricant from the sink, and massaged his prick with it. Maggie squealed with delight as it grew erect - it was only five inches. As much as she liked being filled up by Mike's donkey dick, this was going to be much easier on her private parts. Especially if she was expected to participate in a marathon orgy that would carry on for as long as the participants could get it up.
Takashi pulled Maggie down onto his lap. She giggled and ground her bum against his crotch.
"What do you want to do, Daddy."
"Make piss for me."
Blushing, Maggie did her best to roll with this unexpected request. She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, and then let fly with a squirt of urine. It didn't last long.
"Oooooh, Daddy, that's so dirty."
"More."
It was hard to relax while he rubbed and pinched her tiny titties, but Maggie focused, and this time the urine began to flow copiously from her bladder. Suddenly, Takashi pushed her down onto the bathroom floor. Maggie was stunned, and her bladder continued to spray urine all over the place as Takashi landed on top of her back and pinned her down on her stomach.
"Daddy, I'm scared - what owwwwwww!!!!"
Maggie howled as Takashi forced his cock past her tight sphincter. She was definitely not a virgin back there any more, but going in almost dry like that hurt like hell. His pecker might have been small, but it still felt like her ass was on fire. She felt like she was being split in half. At this point he had only managed to insert the head of his dick in her pooper, but it still felt like her ass had been stuck in a paper shredder.
"Ohmygawditstings."
Takashi pulled out, and Maggie relaxed for a moment. She felt him push against her sphincter again and she realized he wasn't going to stop. He was just adjusting his angle of attack. Takashi gave a hard thrust. Maggie screamed and he groaned with pleasure. He was balls deep inside her dirtpipe now. Her sphincter spasmed around his cock, struggling to accomodate his dick. She had been instructed to play the part of the reluctant virgin before the visit. The way he was sodomizing her now didn't require any acting on Maggie's part. Who knew a tiny penis could do so much damage?
"Please stop daddy."
Takashi ignored her, and while Maggie didn't notice it because she was in so much pain, he was taking it a little more slowly now that he had his willy in her tight little bottom.
"You're hurting me."
Maggie tried to relax but it was very hard to keep from tensing up as Takashi kept thrusting in and out of her bumhole. It felt like he had forced a beer bottle up her special bathroom place. She tried to remember what Molly had told her about anal sex. The secret, according to Molly, was to push out as if she were taking a dump, but it didn't seem to help. Takashi was deep inside her, and her sphincter gripped the base of his cock like a vise. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as he continued to ass rape her on the cold tile floor in a puddle of her own urine. The feeling of helplessness as he forced himself on her was humiliating.
Maggie felt his thrusts coming faster and faster. She felt like she was being repeatedly stabbed by a knife. She could feel Takashi tense up, and felt his seed flood into her bowels. When he pulled out, Maggie felt a surge of relief. He helped her into the shower so she could clean herself off, and picked her panties up off the floor. The panties hadn't been touched by the urine. He turned them inside out and inhaled the musky aroma from the crotch panel, and tucked them into the pocket of his suit jacket. Takashi left the bathroom to get a couple of the fuck-pigs to clean up the floor - with their tongues.
***
Clutching her sore bum, Maggie walked down the hall looking for Mike's suite. She peeked inside each door, and when she glimpsed her Mike's face through the crack of one door, she walked in. What greeted her came as a shock. Mike was naked, and both Yukie and Molly were lying on their stomachs on the couch, their heads propped up on the edges of the armrests. The girls wore two pairs of handcuffs. One bracelet was attached to a wrist, and the other bracelet was attached to an ankle. Clear plastic bowls were on the floor under their heads, and were filled with vomit and urine. Maggie knew that Mike was a pervert, but this orgy had really unleashed his id.
Hogtied in handcuffs, the girls looked like perverse hood ornaments. Mike's erect cock swayed hypnotically back and forth as went up to each girl at either end of the couch, smearing their mouths with lipstick and then writing "cunt" on their foreheads.
Smiling, Mike noticed Maggie for the first time. He beckoned her over.
"Come in sweetie."
Maggie stood and stared, hypnotized by the spectacle.
"Don't worry sweetie. Just having some fun and games before Molly and I take a nap. We can snuggle together."
Maggie walked over to the couch and looked down at Molly. She looked like a clown. Her mascara had started to run, and she had bright red lipstick all over face. Mike had just finished painting Yukie's face and was slapping her face with his cock.
"How's it goin'?"
"Not bad. Mike has me tied up at the moment."
"Urgghlll...glugh...glugh..."
Maggie looked up. At the other end of the couch Mike had started skull-fucking Yukie. He held her head firmly in his hands and was pushing his horse cock in and out of her mouth. Maggie looked down at Molly and resumed their conversation.
"My butt hurts."
"Was Takashi mean to you?"
Maggie giggled.
"I was a bad girl. I deserved it."
"A rimjob might help."
Maggie turned around so she could back her bum into her lover's face. Molly's tongue was ticklish as Maggie rubbed her butt crack on her face. When Molly's tongue brushed against Maggie's butt-hole, she held her tight little rump in place so Molly could toss her salad. After her recent anal violation, Molly's oral ministrations were soothing.
Maggie could hear Yukie wretching, and stood up straight when Mike walked over to use Molly's mouth. He slapped Molly's face a couple of times with his dick, and then held it in his hand. Mike concentrated for a moment, then smiled as he emptied his bladder on Molly's face.
"Open your mouth skank."
Molly complied, and began to swallow the golden water flowing into her mouth. Some of it trickled down her chin, and on to the floor.
"Want to clean that up sweetie?"
There was something in Maggie that wanted to please Mike. Like a little kitten with a bowl of cream, she got down on her hands and knees and started lapping up the urine that had fallen on the floor. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would taste. It was slightly bitter and salty, but Mike had obviously been considerate enough to drink a lot of water before engaging in watersports with the girls.
Mike grabbed Molly's ponytails like a pair of handles and started thrusting his cock down her throat. The thrusts were slow at first, and Molly wiggled around around on the couch like a fish flopping on its belly as she gagged on his cock. Her movement was restricted by the handcuffs however, and there wasn't much she could do to resist the rape of her face.
"Sweetie, could you lick my asshole."
Maggie had finished cleaning the floor and was gazing up at Molly and Mike. A string of drool had collected on Molly's chin, and it splashed on to the floor. Maggie got on her knees and started licking Mike's ass as he sodomized Molly. His balls slapped against Molly's chin as he quickened his thrusts in and out of her mouth.
Molly puked as Mike's dickhead repeatedly tickled her tonsils. Saliva dripped off the length of his shaft and onto the floor. There was so much saliva and puke flowing out of her mouth it looked as if Molly had grown a liquid goatee. His hands laced around the back of her head and he slammed his cock as far as it would go. Molly could feel him tense up as he pumped a load of baby batter down her gullet.
Exhausted, he staggered away from the couch to retrieve the handcuff keys. As far as Molly and Maggie were concerned, they had just earned a well deserved rest.
***
The ache of her bladder woke Maggie up. She looked over blearily at Molly and Mike sleeping peacefully next to each other in the giant king-size bed. It was so warm and cozy. She didn't want to get up and tinkle, but the urgency was to great. One of their pervier clients might appreciate a little accident during an overnight engagement, but Maggie doubted her companions would enjoy it as much. Oddly enough, she enjoyed making water in front of clients, and thought it was really hot when Mike used her mouth as a urinal.
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