Little Devils

Author's Note: This story is fan created and has not affiliated with whatever Japanese Zaibatsu owns the copyright to this stuff. Like the previous chapters, this one is vulgar and explicit and features characters doing things you would never seen them do in official sources.

Makoto held her right hand over the top of her cell phone in order to block the sunlight from obscuring her view of the screen. She had received a text message early this morning from Ryuuchi requesting her to meet him in the park. It said that it was urgent and she should dress appropriately. Makoto had no idea what this was all about but assumed Ryuuichi wanted her to dress sexily. Makoto had shown up in a strappy black top that allowed most of the flesh of her breasts to spill out into plain view. This effect was enhanced by Makoto’s lack of a bra. Accompanying her top, she wore a quite short, tight pair of dark green shorts. It was simple but sexy; the silky skin of Makoto’s long legs paired with her curvy chest and strong shoulders had gained the attention of more than a few men on Makoto’s way to the rendezvous. Makoto didn’t mind. At this point, she had grown accustomed to dressing sexily and enjoyed the attention.

“Wow, Makoto Kino, what are you up to?” uttered a familiar, deep female voice from behind Makoto.

Makoto spun around. It was Atsuko Koyasu. Makoto considered Atsuko to be her greatest rival in the various martial arts competitions she participated in around Tokyo. Like Makoto, Atsuko had an athletic body but was slightly more muscular and less busty then her brown haired counterpart. Atsuko had medium length black hair that curled up only at the bottom. Like usual, she had a hostile frowning look on her face. Although Makoto respected her athletic ability, she couldn’t stand her personality; Atsuko was crude and never happy unless someone else was unhappy. Atsuko’s outfit consisting of a plain red t-shirt coupled with a pair of long running shorts contrasted with Makoto’s much less conservative attire. Upon noticing this, Makoto blushed slightly in embarrassment. “I’m just waiting for a friend, that’s all,” she replied as she looked at the time again on her cell phone nervously.

Atsuko lowered her gaze from Makoto’s face down to the rest of her body and then back up again. Upon viewing Makoto’s revealing outfit, the frown on her face quickly shifted to a wide and toothy smirk. With a scolding shake of her head, Atsuko commented, “If you’re waiting for Ryuuichi, you must be mistaken because he is on the other side of Tokyo on a class field trip right now.”

As she continued to look down at the cell phone in her hand, Makoto felt her body freeze in place. The back of her neck tingled and she could feel an overpowering cold sweat across her body. Makoto suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable. “Y-y-you know Ryuuichi?” Makoto asked in a quavering voice.

“Of course I know Ryuuichi,” Atsuko snapped at Makoto. “He is my brother, after all.” Atsuko approached Makoto and began to walk behind her, scanning up and down Makoto’s body with her eyes. She mumbled to herself as she continued to smirk. “Ryuuichi did not request you to come out here; I sent the text message.”

Makoto gasped. She now noticed somewhat of a resemblance to Ryuuichi and Atsuko but it didn’t add up for her. “How can he be your brother, Atsuko?” Makoto asked. “You don’t share the same family name.”

Atsuko rolled her eyes at Makoto. “Well, he is my half brother,” Atsuko explained. “My mom divorced my dad and remarried. My mom’s second marriage led to the production of that little brat.” Atsuko paused and then resumed. “I’m surprised you didn’t know, considering how intimately you know my little brother. I caught him with some pictures of you in a pretty compromising position a few days ago and he told me everything and every little detail about you and him and his friends. I don’t want to be harsh, Makoto, but you've been more of a whore in a few months than most prostitutes could aspire to be in their entire lives.

“I’m so sorry about messing around with your little brother, Atsuko!” Makoto said pleadingly. She kneeled down in front of her rival. As Makoto looked up, her eyes began to tear. “You can’t tell anyone about this, Atsuko! If it gets out, my reputation will be ruined.” Makoto began to cry, “Please, Atsuko, I beg you!”

Atsuko turned her head away from Makoto in disgust. “How pathetic you are,” Atsuko said mockingly. “Now you are begging to have your reputation protected when earlier you were begging to have it destroyed by asking my brother and his little friends to use you as their personal cum bucket. It’s disgusting, Makoto. But don’t worry; your secret is safe with me as long as you’re willing to do me a few favors…”

“I’ll do anything,” Makoto said desperately, standing up on two feet. She sniffled a bit as her tears began to dry up. “Whatever it takes, just don’t tell my friends. If you want me to go down on you, I will.” Makoto reached her arm forward and touched Atsuko’s shoulder.

“Eww, get off of me!” Atsuko yelled. She violently pulled away from Makoto, recoiling in disgust. “Let me get something straight here,” Atsuko began. “Unlike you who will have sex with anything, I’m not a lesbian and I do not like girls. I need you to do some favors for me but none of them will involve you touching me, and certainly not touching me in a sexual way. I’m sure you’d love to stick your tongue inside of me but you are not getting off that easy.”

“I’m sorry, Atsuko,” Makoto apologized. She took a step away from her rival and bowed her head. Previously Makoto would have never shown such submission to Atsuko. The girls were equals on the same level. A respect existed between each girl for the other even though they disliked each other personally. But that was over now. Makoto lost, not because of a lack of strength or athletic ability but because of her embarrassing weakness for sex that had put her in this embarrassing situation. She would never be able to look Atsuko in the face again without feeling shame.

“Come on, follow me,” beckoned Atsuko as she walked on the stone path leading to the park’s east exit. Atsuko knew she had Makoto in a vulnerable position but she wasn’t sure to what limits she could push her. Before she could trust Makoto to do anything for her, she needed a test case to prove that blackmail would be successful as a motivator. “Hmmmm,” Atsuko muttered to herself as the girls exited the park. When she spotted two construction workers sitting on the curb in front of an abandoned building for their lunch break, she was struck with an idea. “This way, Makoto,” she motioned.

“Hey Tohru, check it out,” one of the construction workers whispered to the other. “Do you see those titties jiggling?” he asked as he pointed to Makoto’s breasts bouncing back and forth in her low-cut shirt. The construction worker raised his fingers to his lips and let out an ear shattering whistle directed at the girls.

Atsuko leaned up to Makoto’s ear and whispered, “Come on Makoto, give them a little show. It looks like those guys don’t get much female attention. You could afford to shake your breasts for them. It’s not like it would be the first time you showed off for a group of males.”

Makoto blushed a pinkish color at the obnoxious whistling from the men. “You can’t be serious,” she replied to Atsuko. “Those men are absolute pigs.” Makoto looked at the two construction workers. One had a huge beer belly and his arms and legs were covered in matted black hair. He was short and balding on the top of his head. The other was much larger and seemed more muscular. He had a shaved head and a face that looked like someone had struck it several times with a shovel. Both were significantly older then her and covered in dirt, sweat, and grease.

Atsuko shook her head at Makoto and then grinned crookedly. “I am dead serious Makoto and I’m very pissed off right now,” she responded. “When I tell you to do something, you don’t hesitate! Not unless you don’t care about me blabbing about your little escapades at the next competition.”

“Please, no,” Makoto responded. With a sigh, she turned back toward the construction workers. “You men like my jugs?” Makoto shouted from across the street to the two construction workers sitting on the curb. She did her best to sound playful and suppress the embarrassment and disgust in her voice. After taking a deep breath, Makoto began to shift her upper torso from her hips, causing her large breasts to bounce from side to side, occasionally coming out of her very low cut shirt.

Both of the construction workers turned to each other and gasped. In their years of heckling Tokyo’s population of scantily clad young women they had received many insults, mace and threats to call the police but this was the first time they had gotten a show out of it. “I saw her nipples a couple of times,” the short one whispered to the taller one. “Come over here miss, we won’t bite.”

Makoto looked toward Atsuko who responded with a nod of her head. Makoto crossed over the street and approached the two construction workers sitting on the curb. She began to sit down next to the shorter one but before she could reach the ground, he grabbed her and pulled her on to his lap. “Ack,” Makoto shrieked as she was pulled on to him. As she caught her breath, she noticed the familiar feeling of something poking her through the material of her shorts. “Oh,” she said nervously.

“There’s plenty of room for your friend too,” the other taller construction worker said as he smiled up at Atsuko. He patted his lap with his right hand.

“I’m fine standing,” Atsuko replied to him sternly. “But I’m sure my friend Makoto doesn’t mind keeping the both of you company.”

“Mmm, it is nice to meet you Makoto,” the short construction worker commented as he nuzzled Makoto’s neck from behind. “My name is Tohru and this is Takehito,” he explained pointing to himself and then to the other construction worker. “You don’t mind if I play with your jugs, do you?” Tohru asked. Before Makoto had a chance to respond, he pushed his hands under her shirt and began to squeeze Makoto’s breasts.

“Unh,” Makoto gasped as the older man began feeling her up. The man’s fat fingers grabbing and pulling at her chest and rubbing up against her nipples sent shivers down her spine. She looked helplessly at Atsuko; her eyes were pleading for her to put an end to this. Unfortunately, all Makoto saw as a result of her desperate looks was indifference on the part of Atsuko. As Makoto sought a way out, her body once again contradicted her thoughts. As gross as the two men drooling over and feeling her up was, the attention definitely caused her pussy to moisten. Makoto was glad she had decided to wear dark shorts.

Tohru pulled his hands out from under Makoto’s shirt and let them rest on her hips. “Those felt wonderful,” he whispered mischievously into Makoto’s ear. “I’m just gonna move you a little bit to get comfortable,” Tohru explained to her. Tohru took a hold of Makoto’s sides and began shifting her on his lap. He pushed her forward and back but held her tightly against his lap so that her butt slid across his erection through each other’s clothing. As Tohru moved Makoto around, he began taking long and deep breaths. After sometime, he decided to stop and lifted Makoto off of his lap and on to Takehito’s. “Why don’t you sit on Takehito for a little while?”

Makoto slid on to Takehito’s lap. Makoto gasped as she immediately felt the large construction worker’s cock pressing up against her from under his shorts. It felt enormous, like sitting on a cucumber. Makoto felt Takehito’s large, muscular arms wrap around her body. Not wasting any time, he slid his rough hands down Makoto’s shirt from the top and began playing with her breasts as Tohru had. Makoto moaned as softly as she could muster. The stimulation aroused her but she hoped no one would notice.

Tohru looked on as his buddy helped himself to Makoto’s breasts. “You’re so hot,” he commented to her as he licked his lips. He couldn’t believe such a beautiful, busty young girl would be interested in two unattractive, older construction workers. “Why don’t we go someplace more private” he asked cautiously. He worried that he was starting to push their luck.

Makoto shook her head negatively. She was getting really horny but felt very uncomfortable with the situation. She was reluctant to let loose as she had done in the past with Atsuko watching over her.

Atsuko approached Makoto on Takehito’s lap and objected, “Makoto’s shy but I bet she really would like too,” she said teasingly as she looked Makoto in the eyes. Atsuko had been watching her closely and had a feeling that she was having a better time than she was letting on. “Why don’t you check her panties?” Atsuko suggested. “If she’s interested then they’ll be all wet.”

Takehito grinned. He gently leaned forward and whispered into Makoto’s ear, “I guess you let your friend calls the shots. That’s ok though, I love a girl who lets other people boss her around.” Takehito suddenly wrapped his left arm around Makoto’s waist and used it to lift the girl off of his lap. His other arm quickly pulled down Makoto’s shorts, revealing a soaking wet pair of panties. “Holy shit, these aren’t just wet; they look like they were in a flood!” Takehito laughed. He pulled Makoto’s shorts back up and then wrapped his other arm around her. Using his muscular arms, he lifted the young girl up and on to his shoulder. He carried her into the abandoned building behind them followed by Tohru and Atsuko.

Makoto looked on hopelessly as she was carried inside. She felt so embarrassed by her inability to control her sex drive. All she could think of is how much of a slut she must appear to Atsuko. At least in her previous escapades, Ryuuichi and Shunji were charming and youthful. These two older men offered little else but hard cocks to penetrate her with. As much as she hated to admit it, that was all her body seemed to care about.

Takehito set Makoto down on her feet. The building was dark and had a musty smell. The windows were boarded up so only a little bit of sunlight was able to shine through. The only furniture was a ratty looking bed and a tattered dresser along with a few old chairs. “So miss, why don’t you show us those lovely juggs of yours once again?” Takehito snickered as he sat down in one of the chairs.

Makoto wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She felt creeped out by the whole situation. She was being blackmailed by her rival, forced to perform sex acts for these much older men, and in a dark eerie room. Nervously, she wrapped her fingers around the bottom of her shirt. She looked around at the three people in the room. Tohru and Takehito were both excitedly staring with wide eyes while Atsuko hung around toward the back and stared down at the floor. Makoto took a deep breath and yanked her low cut tank top over her head. Her large breasts quickly came tumbling out, swaying back and forth from the sudden removal of her shirt. As Makoto watched her breasts jiggling right infront of the men, Makoto actually felt a little more relaxed. She was exposed and out in the open now and there was no longer any pressure to be dignified. Makoto unzipped her shorts and tugged them down to her ankles. She then stepped forward, now dressed only in a pair of thong panties. Shedding her shorts made her feel even better. She felt an adrenaline rush at being nearly naked. It was the same type of feeling she’d get when fighting a tough opponent. Makoto wondered if this meant she had a fetish for exhibitionism.

“Wow, you’re way hotter then any girl I’ve ever hooked up with,” commented Tohru. “Let’s not waste any time, baby. I’m ready to fuck you right now.” Tohru quickly walked over to the decrepit looking bed and plopped down. Using his fat, coarse fingers, he fiddled with the bottom of his shirt until he was able to pull it up off his body. His flabby gut immediately spilled out and was soon complimented by the matted curly hair on his chest. “I’m all yours, gorgeous,” Tohru called out to Makoto.

Makoto found herself a bit disgusted by his appearance but tried not to focus on it. As sexily as she could muster, she sauntered over to the older man and sat down next to him. Makoto placed her hand on his chest and ran it down through the thick hair until she reached the top of his protruding stomach. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” she said softly to him. She rotated her torso causing her breasts to swing back and forth for him. “These like to be touched,” Makoto commented as she gently took a hold of Tohru’s hand and guided it to her right breast.

“I bet,” Tohru muttered under his breath as he began to rub his hand up and down Makoto’s breast. He felt her nipple being pulled downward with every stroke only to bounce back up again as it passed. Her breast would jiggle and then he’d move his hand back up and this time gently lift it up. His other hand took hold of Makoto’s left breast and began to squeeze it, occasionally pulling back to play with the nipple. He grabbed it by the tip and spun it around and then cusped his hand over it. “They look so delicious; I think I’ll have a taste,” Tohru stated as he removed his hands from Makoto’s breasts. He lowered his head and pushed it into her cleavage, letting the flesh of Makoto’s breast rub up against his face. He then attacked the nipple on her right breast with his tongue. It wasn’t long until he was taking turns sucking on each of her breasts. Clumsily, he managed to unzip his pants as he sucked.

Makoto gently swiveled her torso so that while Tohru sucked on one of her breasts, the other would rub up against her face. “Mmm,” she muttered softly as the older man licked and prodded her breasts. She couldn’t help but compare Tohru’s sloppy and rough style to the precise and targeted handling she had received from her recent younger partners. Tohru was much less stimulating than the boys had been with but she had to admit that the new experience was psychologically stimulating in a new way. She enjoyed feeling manhandled and dirty by letting these older men have their sloppy way with her. When Tohru’s cock popped free from his pants, Makoto did not hesitate in extending her hand and caressing the warm flesh.

Tohru took a break from slurping on Makoto’s breasts. The sound of his mouth detaching from her right nipple caused a loud popping noise. “That’s it sweetheart,” Tohru said hungrily. “Go ahead and play with my cock. You can put your sweet little lips on it as well if you would like. I think it’s time for you to do the sucking.” Tohru opened his lips to reveal a set of crooked, grinning teeth.

Makoto nodded her head submissively and lowered herself down so that her face was at the same level as Tohru’s manhood. The cock was moderately long but fairly thick. It did not look as exuberant as those of the young men she had been cavorting with but it’s not like she had a choice at the moment. Atsuko was blackmailing her and even if this was not the case, Makoto was far too turned on to be able to generate the will power to back off now. She wrapped her right hand around the shaft and rubbed it back and forth as she moved her head forward until Tohru’s meat hung only centimeters from her lips. Reluctantly, Makoto opened her mouth and pushed it around Tohru’s cock. She pushed her lips across the entire length of its head before finally stopping and tightening them a quarter of the way down his shaft.

Atsuko gasped. She couldn’t believe Makoto just put a stranger’s cock into her mouth. It was especially shocking given Tohru’s characteristics as a dumb, fat, short, and hairy man who would be unlikely to impress even the most desperate of women, much less a perky and voluptuous young girl such as Makoto. She had heard that Makoto was a bit of a nymphomaniac but it was shocking to see how low she would be willing to go. Atsuko knew that it was partially due to her pressuring Makoto that she was even in this situation but she could tell that Makoto was in some ways enjoying it. Atsuko was envious but not of Makoto. Sex was not as interesting to her as power. She couldn’t help but feel that although it was her control and dominance that had placed Makoto in the position that she was now in, a much stronger force was in play.

Makoto pulled her head back, allowing her soft lips to slide all the way back up the shaft before resting on the edges of its bulging head. Her eyes moved upward to look at Tohru's grinning mug. She then looked back down at the shaft and moved her mouth down it once again. This time her tongue came along with her, rubbing the flesh inside her mouth in circular motions as she began to bob her head up and down on his meat.

“Oh wow,” Tohru commented through deep breaths. “She really knows what she is doing down there. She must have swallowed a lot of guys loads before.” The portly man put his hand on top of Makoto's head and guided it as it went up and down on his cock. “Takehito, you've got to get in on this.” Tohru shifted his position so that he was now sitting while Makoto bent down to suck on his cock.

Takehito grinned and approached Tohru and Makoto. He had been hanging out in the background rubbing his crotch waiting for an opportunity to get in on the action. He reached his hand underneath his shirt. With a quick tug, he yanked it off and on to the ground. Unlike Tohru's flabby physique, Takehito's body was hard and muscular. A large scar ran from the top of his stomach to his left shoulder. It had been left there from a construction accident when he was younger. “I think you're going to really enjoy this sweetheart,” he chuckled to Makoto as his rough fingers fiddled with the buckle on his belt. Takehito pulled his belt off his jeans and quickly yanked his pants down. Takehito's enormous cock came spilling out into view.

Makoto was halfway down Tohru's cock when she saw Takehito's manhood come tumbling out from his pants. Makoto nearly gagged in surprise. It was bigger than any cock she had ever seen and was certainly larger than the one she had in her mouth right now. Up until this point, Makoto had only been with boys who were younger than her with pretty faces and youthful bodies but Takehito was clearly the opposite. She found him to look coarse and ugly but she couldn't deny the sex appeal that came from his rippling muscles and of course, his enormous meat.

Takehito climbed on to the bed and slowly took a position behind Makoto. His strong arms grabbed her ass and lifted it up so that his hard cock pressed right up against its soft cheeks. Takehito then pulled Makoto's legs slightly apart to reveal the dripping wet pussy that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. “Just keep on doing what you're doing, baby,” Takehito said reassuringly as his right hand began to aim his cock at Makoto's opening. Takehito rested his hands on each side of Makoto's ass and slowly pushed his cock inside of her. With each push forward, the thick skin rubbed up against her clitoris.

Makoto continued to suck on Tohru's cock although more sloppily as Takehito distracted her. She kept feeling him positioning her and touching her ass. The suspense was killing her but after what seemed like a much longer time to her than it did to anyone else, she finally felt Takehito push himself inside of her. Makoto was so turned on at this point that with every push forward, her vision was filled with stars. The experiences was overwhelming, like being knocked in the head with an object repeatedly. She had never felt such a combination of pleasure, surprise, and pain. Although Her pussy had never taken such a large cock before, Takehito moved slowly enough so that it did not hurt her too much. “Oh god,” Makoto gasped as she pulled her mouth up and away from Tohru's cock. “That feels so good.”

Takehito looked up into the air and squinted in pleasure. “You're nice and tight,” he commented. “But don't worry, I'll loosen you up.” Takehito wasted no time as he pulled his cock out most of the way and then pushed it back in. He started out gentle but as he felt Makoto's body becoming more receptive he began to pound harder. It wasn't long before the sound of flesh smacking together echoed across the room from Takehito's body hitting up against Makoto's ass.

Makoto continued to suck on Tohru's cock. Occasionally, it would fall out of her mouth when Takehito thrusted particularly hard but she managed to find it again. Following Takehito's lead, Makoto was much more aggressive with the blow job she was giving. She'd take Tohru's meat deep into her mouth, and suck hard, tightening her lips as much as she could and pulling upward. After doing this several times, she felt Tohru pull away from her mouth and to the side.

Tohru backed up. He was breathing heavily. “Wow, you almost made me cum there,” he commented to Makoto. The short man took a few moments to catch his breath before speaking once again. “It's time we try something else,” he snickered at Makoto. “Hey Takehito, how about we go for the DP?”

Takehito continued pumping his cock into Makoto vigorously. At Tohru's suggestion, he began to decelerate as if he were a car coming to a stop. “Okay, buddy,” Takehito said enthusiastically. “Let's go for it.” Takehito pulled himself out of Makoto and then rolled over on to his back. He grabbed her legs and pulled her back on to his large cock. It took a second for him to position it back inside of her. Once she was in a riding position, Takehito slowly pulled her down so that she laid on top of him but his cock was still firmly impaling her insides.

Makoto tried to ease up to allow Takehito to move her around. A few times when he pulled her it felt uncomfortable but she quickly adjusted along with his guidance. She wondered what the two were talking about when they said DP. It wasn't long until she found out. As Takehito began to fuck her again from below, she felt Tohru's lumpy stomach press up against her back. She noticed his fat fingers were spreading her ass cheeks. Before she could make any objections, Tohru began pushing his cock into her ass.

Makoto found herself sandwiched between the two men, both fucking her at the same time. She was covered in sweat, her own, Tohru's and Takehito's. She felt claustrophobic. On one side she felt her breasts mashed up against Takehito's muscular chest and on the other she felt Tohru's flabby body hanging on top of her lower back. She was surprised by how vigorously Takehito managed to fuck her in his position. She could only conclude that he was as strong as his muscles had indicated. Makoto's body began to twitch a bit as if it were in a seizure. “Ohhhh,” she began moaning loudly as her body started orgasming. Neither of the men stopped. They continued pumping in and out of her. Makoto felt her body withering and fluids coming from her already dripping wet vagina. She reached several repeated orgasms as both of the men penetrated her from above and below.

Tohru began to get red in the face as he pumped into Makoto's backside. “Unh,” he grunted. “You don't mind if I cum in your ass, do you sweetie?” Tohru didn't wait for her to answer but immediately began unloading his semen into her asshole. His hands tightly gripped each side of her ass as he blew repeated streaks into her. His ass clinched with each firing. When he was finished, he slid his cock back out of the wet hole and moved over to the side of the bed to catch his breath.

“Hey sweetheart,” Takehito commented to Makoto as he began to slow down his rhythm. “I'd rather be finished up gently.” Takehito stopped and pulled his cock out of Makoto's dripping pussy. The muscular worker stood up so that his giant cock faced Makoto's at eye level. He lowered his right hand to wipe Makoto's juices off of it as best as he could.

Atsuko scanned the floor of the decrepit building until her eyes focused on a pair of construction gloves that had been discarded. “Hmm,” she commented softly to herself. She quietly walked over and picked up a right-handed glove. She slid it over her hand and then approached the bed. “Umm, sir,” she spoke to Takehito. “If you don't mind, I'll help out my friend while she sucks on that.” Atsuko smirked at Makoto.

Makoto wondered what Atsuko was up to. It couldn't possibly be that she wanted in on the action. Makoto didn't have very long to dwell on her thoughts. It was hard to think with Takehito's enormous cock hanging only inches from her face. Makoto found herself mezmerized by the massive pulsating meat. She was shocked that just a few minutes ago, Takehito had managed to fit it inside of her. Makoto pushed her mouth around the head, just sucking on the bulging red flesh for a while. He tongue massaged the opening and then made swirls around the sides. Finally, she pushed it further into her mouth. It was so big that even when she took it deep into her throat she had trouble covering it's length. After going back and forth several times, she pulled it out of her mouth and began to lick and kiss it down the sides. While she did so, she looked to Atsuko again and noticed she had just been watching.

“Don't be shy,” commented Takehito to Atsuko. “It's plenty big for both of you.” Takehito leaned back a little and closed his eyes. “Oh, this might be the best blow job I ever had.” Takehito's hips bucked slightly. “Oh man,” he said. “Oh, that's it, I'm going to blow right now. I can't hold it any longer.”

Atsuko extended her gloved hand and took a hold of Takehito's cock. She pulled it a slight bit so that it popped out of Makoto's mouth and hung out in front of her face. Atsuko then let go of the shaft and took a hold of Takehito's large testicles. They were as large as his member and reminded Atsuko of softballs. As Takehito began firing his load, Atsuko toyed and squeezed his testicles. She grabbed hold of each and pulled it up and down with her gloved hand. She was milking him as if he were a cow, splattering loads upon loads of semen onto Makoto's face and breasts. Atsuko made sure Makoto was thoroughly coated in Takehito's salty spunk. She then watched as Makoto collapse on to her back as if she had just gone into shock. But even after Makoto had fallen over, Atsuko continued to milk Takehito's testicles for every bit of ounce of sperm that could spray Makoto's face. After a few minutes Takehito was finally spent and crawled to the side of the bed.

Atsuko thanked the two construction workers for giving her friend a good time and gave each of them Makoto's phone number and address. As soon as the two men were dressed, she rushed them out of the building and shut the door. Atsuko then walked over to Makoto who remained lying on the bed. “I've heard a lot of stories about you getting a lot o jizz on your face,” she explained. “I wanted to see just how dirty you look myself.” Atsuko pushed her hand into her pocket and jumbled it around until she found her cell phone. She quickly snapped a picture of Makoto's face. “You can go home in your slut outfit now but don't even think of washing that off until you get back. You wouldn't want this picture getting sent around.” Atsuko tossed Makoto her small top and short shorts. “I'll be watching you and you'll definitely hear from me again. You passed your first test and so I trust that you'll be a submissive tool for me when I need you.” Atsuko exited the building.

Makoto pulled the top over her head. Luckily it wasn't a full shirt or else it would have rubbed up against her face. Makoto then put on her wet panties and shorts and walked to the door. She cracked it open and looked outside. Unfortunately, it was still light outside. Makoto slipped out quickly and headed towards her apartment. She tried her best to take ways that people wouldn't see her and she tried to stick to the shadows but with the outfit she was wearing she was sure she caught a lot of attention as she made her way back home. When she finally reached her bedroom, she collapsed on to her bed. She shifted her face to her right side and looked over to the mirror next to her bed and sighed at the sticky, partially dried mess on her face. “What am I going to do,” she wondered allowed. “What's happening to me.”