Japanese Slut Girl

It was another average day at work for Sayoko Bizen.

She worked at the Teichu General Trading company headquarters as a secretary to one of the company's executives, typing forms, filling out work, and other hard work that went unnoticed. She hated her job.

She patted some ash from her smoking cigarette and sighed as she glared at her computer screen. The pay was decent, but the work was boring and uninspired.

Sayoko was gorgeous. At twenty-two she stood a tall 5' 10", with a slim, curvy waist and a set of breasts that made men turn their heads. She had lovely dyed silver hair in long bangs that fell to her neck, with perfectly tanned skin and deep blue eyes. She was smarter than she looked, and quite the upstart bitch if angered.

But she was good at her work; she'd landed a decent job at marketing for Teichu before being called in a week ago for Kenji Sato, the president's son. Her biggest problem was her co-worker.

Sayoko was 'working' on a game of Tetris silently, smoking carefully, when she heard the sounds of cute moans and cries of pleasure in the next room. She wanted to bang her head on the desk.

"God damn, that cunt is at it again." She sighed. Her co-worker, Michi Higo, was a cute 'private' secretary of Mr. Sato's. It was no secret in their office that Michi was fucking the guy for success.

"Yeah, I know she's doing it for the money," she grumbled, "but shit, she fucks like a mink!" The sounds of yelps and giggles were undoubtedly those of Michi getting ready for a fucking.

Sayoko cringed at the thought. Mr. Sato was definitely not very attractive. He was portly and dumb as a box of rocks. Sayoko could only guess his prick was less than six inches. She didn't want to know any more about it, but goddamn it, she heard it.

Inside the office, Michi was squealing in delight. She was bent over her boss's desk, her skirt and panties splayed across it, her bra open. Sato squeezed them hungrily as he slid his throbbing cock into her slit.

"Oh god, yes!!" she cried, moaning in ecstasy. She whimpered as he began to pound her from behind, his pants to the floor. "Oh... but sir! We... oh! We really shouldn't! Oh! What if someone catches us?? Oh god!" She mewed as the large Mr. Sato rammed her dripping pussy. He chuckled awfully.

"That just turns me on even more, Michi!" he cried. He grunted as he squeezed her heart-shaped ass. Michi arched her back as he fucked her hard.

Sayoko rolled her eyes from outside.

"'Oh, we really shouldn't!' Hah!" she laughed. "Give me a break, bitch! What a fuckin' laugh. Coming in here like that every lunch like some damn 'pussy delivery girl.'" She took a drag from her cigarette as the moans and groans of rough sex emanated from the next room.

"Friggin' chairman's useless kid...joins the company as an 'Executive VP,' Hah!" She laughed mockingly again. She couldn't stand it. Michi was a bitch, but Sayoko was an even bigger one. "Just screws around all day, and do the directors do anything about it? Fuck no," she glared at her computer screen, as if it were listening attentively to her as it cleared three rows in her 'work' on Tetris. "They're too busy sticking their noses up his ass to notice. He sleeps through meetings, can't understand the contracts...shit, he can barely sign his own fuckin' name." She sighed. "And so, of course, all his work ends up on my desk."

It was true. She'd been doing nearly all of his work for him, and her salary was only a fifth of his. She felt gypped. "Shit, once those bad contracts start coming in, they're gonna have to do something."

After only a few minutes, Michi slowly came out of his office, sighing and straightening her black, wavy hair and fixing her bangs. She wore a slutty tiger-striped blouse under her jacket.

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"Damn, it's fuckin' amazing that she can take that tub of lard's smelly little dick in her mouth." Sayoko said, continuing to gripe. She hadn't noticed Michi, who flinched at the comment. Sayoko continued with her complaining. "And then pretending he's taking advantage of her? Heh, my vote for Actress-of-the-Year goes to Michi Higo in 'I Fucked the Boss's Fat-ass Son!'" At this point, a highly irritated Michi chimed in.

"You're talking to yourself again, Ms. Bizen, dear." She said angrily. She turned and smirked, crossing her arms. "Bent out of shape because you can't get on the gravy train? Hmph! Give me a break!"

Sayoko turned, taking another drag from her cigarette. "C'mon, girl. You know that porker's hit on everything female in the whole fuckin' company." She glared, mumbling. "You're just the only one who could stomach him." This set Michi off. She snarled and eyed Sayoko angrily.

"Why you! You may think you can push me aside just because you're his secretary, but you are wrong...so, so wrong!!" she yelled. Sayoko stared blankly.

"You don't get it, do you? I wouldn't suck his dick if he came gold nuggets!" She declared sardonically. Michi took it the wrong way.

"You listen to me, Sayoko Bizen! Mr. Sato is TOTALLY hooked on me!! He says he can't make it through a single DAY without fucking me! So you don't stand a chance, you cheap SLUT!" Sayoko could only grin evilly.

"Funny, that's what all his other fuck girls say, too." She snickered smugly. Michi was furious. Needless to say, she stormed off in a rage. However, her comments got Sayoko thinking about her job as secretary.

"Still...why'd they move me to this job last week? I kinda liked marketing," she said to herself. "I don't remember messing up that bad. I mean, I know I have an attitude problem, but yeesh!"

The next day, Sayoko finished her daily gruel of work. At the stroke of five, she slung her coat over her back and turned to the door leaving Mr. Sato's office. "Five o'clock, boss. I'm outta here."

"Whoa! Wait a sec, Sayoko," he called, raising a hand. She stopped and turned. "How about a drink on the way home, eh? I know a great little place," he said with a smirk on his fat lips. Sayoko flinched.

"You fat fuck...you get here after lunch, and you've got the nerve to leave a five?? Your balls are bigger than your dick!" she thought to herself. She turned away and rolled her eyes. "No thanks," she said. Mr. Sato was surprised.

"Hey, hey, c'mon babe, I'm your boss, remember?" he said coolly. Sayoko turned around again to face him. "After I saw you in marketing, I got Pops to move you over here, and I can get you a big raise, too, if you just," he chuckled awfully, "be 'nice' to me!" Sayoko wanted to gag on her cigarette. She should've known. She also couldn't believe he was only 25 and as fat and ugly as he was, puffing and sweaty and covered in acne.

He slowly slid his hands around her from behind, sliding up her sides to her lace bodice she wore under her jacket, rubbing her breasts slowly with his pudgy fingers. Sayoko bit her lip, watching him carefully.

"I've been attracted to you for a long time, Sayoko!" he said hungrily. Sayoko cocked a brow.

"Why me? You're not hunting for girls are you? You even got 'daily room service.' She asked. Michi was his fuck girl after all.

"That dog? She's after me, not the other way around! I only blow my wad in her to make you jealous!" he smirked as he rubbed against her from behind. She could feel his unimpressive erection grinding against her. "C'mon Sayoko! If you'll play along, you might find it to your...advantage." He slid his hands down slowly to her firm athletic thighs, covered by satin hose and a skirt which he was trying to lift. "If you want money, I can cook the department's books and get you all you want. You won't even have to come into work...I can get you a little place just around the corner. C'mon! I've seen the way you dress. You want it, you sexy little slut!" he whispered huskily into her ear as his fingers ran along her thin satin thong.

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[decepticon]

bring us the next episode man..

Bro Guerilla, nice story.. please continue.

(sorry for the delay, just reach home, here is the next episode)

Sayoko, completely turned off by everything he was up to, was at an inner conflict. "This guy's so fuckin' dumb I could really gut the bank and dump all the blame in his lap." She sighed.

"I'm not like that fuckin' whore Higo, but it's still a pretty attractive scenario, I gotta admit." She groaned uncomfortably as he began to peel her clothes off.

"Screwing this asshole would be Puke City, but I could reel him in slow, get some decent clothes, jewelry...maybe a car." She went over the pros and cons carefully. "All that, plus whatever I could get out of the company...shit, I could be suckin' down mai-tais in Maui for the rest of my life..."

Suddenly, her thoughts were cut short as he slid off her bodice, thong, and dress in one swift motion to her ankles. She yelped, wide-eyed. "HEY! What the fuck?! I was still thinking it through, pal! Damn, I thought you were a total loser, but it looks like you're good at one thing, anyway!" Her boss only chortled through his nose.

Again, with a surprise, the door to the office swung open, with a cheerful Michi stepping in. "Yoo-hoo, Kenji baby! I found this most darling, intimate little bar, and it's Friday night! Let's go there and—" she paused when she turned on the light. Her cheer was stopped short when she saw a horny Mr. Sato trying to bury his face into a struggling Sayoko's boobs, leaning back on the desk.

"'Go there and...' and what? Get him drunk and drag him to a hotel? Is that your fiendish 'master plan'...?" Sayoko said cynically as she shoved her portly boss off her. Michi was coming apart at the seams, and she soon erupted.

"YOU THIEVING ALLEY CAT!!" she shouted, grabbing at Sayoko, who only snarled back at her.

"FUCK YOU, YOU CUNT!" Sayoko yelled back as she fought them off. Suddenly, a plan sparked into her head as Michi turned her anger to Mr. Sato, who was fumbling with the both of them. She scrambled onto the office PC and uploaded the office intranet webcam system. Turning it on, she turned the cam to the arguing pair. "Get OFF me!" she yelled, and with a swift kick she knocked them off and ran for the door. "I'm outta here! Have fun!" Mr. Sato called out to her.

"No! No! Sayoko, my love! Come back!" he shouted. This only made Michi madder.

"COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN, YOU COWARDLY BITCH!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. But, too late, Sayoko was gone. She heaved in anger as Mr. Sato calmed down.

"Aw, gee whiz," he sighed. Michi scowled.

"Sir! You mustn't even touch that slut! I'm sure she has all kinds of awful, disgusting diseases!" she cried, trying to reassert his horny focus on her. It worked for the most part.

"Well, fuck, I guess you'll have to do, today... I'm kinda bored with you though..." he whispered. Michi growled at him, fist clenched.

Sayoko, wearing only her black thong, her hose, and her high-heels, huffed away from the office. Several wide-eyed office workers watched her as she took a long drag off her cigarette.

[nobodyid]

Sayoko was cool to end it by taking out a cigarette.. haha n not taking out a.... sucking..

Wow a Japanese story!!! Later must have godzilla and earthquakes thrown in hor, hee hee

why are we waiting?

[dirtymonk82]

Originally Posted by who_represents

Wow a Japanese story!!! Later must have godzilla and earthquakes thrown in hor, hee hee

how abt ultra man?? keke

[nobodyid]

gundam coming in to join the fun too..?

Ultra man & gundam sex story hard to find or maybe didnt exist..keke

now to continue with the rest of the story.. Sayoko was out of job and decided to become an FL.. got a house call from one customer Satoru Hisoka and story as below..

Within a few days of moving to +++yo from the boonies, I was blown away by the number of flyers I got for telephone sex, adult videos, 'massage' outcalls, and other semi-porn shoved into my mailbox nightly.

My name is Satoru Hisoka. I moved here to relocate after being promoted at work. I lived in a nice apartment in the Green Heights Maruyama complex, alone. That was my problem; I was 23, and still a virgin. I know, you don't have to tell me it's pathetic. But I was totally depraved of sex and I needed some bad, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to 'take the challenge' and call one of these sex lines. I was nervous, but I was determined to get some tonight.

After finally getting through their voicemail to an actual person, I managed to calmly give them my address and get a confirmation. I was calling one of the less raunchy lines; something generic about 'refreshing the body and the mind.' I figured it would be fine.

Of course, as soon as I hung up the phone, I went nuts. A real girl was coming! Just to fuck me! I was ecstatic; until I realized that some of my friends told me about some of the times they'd called; the girls were old and flabby and were just plain awful. On top of that, what if some big-ass bouncer came over and robbed me of my cash? I'm no bodybuilder. Hell, I'm pretty skinny and lanky compared to most guys. Let's just say I wasn't one of the ones who liked going to gym class.

"Fuck it!" I cried. "Gotta get ready!" I ran about my messy apartment, frantically. "Tissue paper, check! Condoms, check! Hide the dirty magazines, check! Brushed teeth, check! Shower, check!" I was preparing myself way too much. I was stressed out. I figured I'd jack off for a bit to get my edge off.

Unfortunately, that plan backfired. I cranked out five orgasms and collapsed on my couch, falling asleep.

I woke up from a frightening dream of being mugged to hear the sound of my door being banged on pretty loudly. I jumped to my feet and checked my watch.

"Holy shit, I've been asleep for three hours!" I said. "I wonder if they're always this late." I went to the door and opened it slowly. Boy was I in for a surprise.

"Yo, kiddo," she said. "You the geek who called?" She stood a tall 5' 10", wearing a broad white business coat over a tight leather tank-top. She had a short leather skirt on, too. Her hair was silvery with straight bangs that hung thinly across her face. Her eyes were a piercing crystal blue, with lipstick to match. Her skin was tanned and perfect. A cigarette hung from her mouth. Her breasts looked firm, and I guessed they were a good D cup. I was flabbergasted. It showed on my face.

"Guess not, huh," she said. Turning to the side she flipped out a cell phone and speed-dialed her boss. "Sayoko here. You gave me the wrong apartment number again, shit for brains," she complained. I jumped.

"No! No! It's here! It's here!" I shouted. I wasn't about to have my fair leave on me! She looked at me, flipping off her cell.

"You sure?" she asked. I nodded profusely.

"Of c-c-course!" I studdered. She was a grade-A babe! She shrugged and we went in. "Come on in. It's a bit messy," I stammered. She arched a thin brow.

"It's a stinkin' pit," she grumbled. "You just move in or something?" I blushed a bit. She was close to the mark. I wasn't the most organized guy. I hoped it wouldn't affect her performance! She didn't seem to care after the initial impression, so she clunked down a huge black briefcase, which I noticed in her hand for the first time.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"My equipment, whaddaya think?" She asked, as if it were nothing. I was surprised. What kind of equipment do they use in this business? Did I really want to know? I was afraid I was getting in over my head, or even worse she was going to pull a gun and rob me. Of course, she didn't do that, but what she did do nearly blew my socks off.

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[Artic]

nice story...clap clap...

[deathblaze]

did you get this from a hentai manga called "Slut Girl"??
it's kinda similar http://www.freecartoonsex.com/e_mangas/slut_girl.htm

Thanks to bro Artic for the encouragement, well here the next episode, enjoy bro..

"Okay kiddo, let's get it on," she said seductively, slipping off her coat. My cock nearly jumped outta my pants. She was a fuckin' mega babe! Her breasts were barely contained by her tiny leather top, with her firm nipples poking out. I was wrong; she was a DD, at least! Her skirt was small and leather, with thong straps hanging on her hips. She wore dark hose with no garters and I swear I could see her muff in her thong from the bottom of her tiny skirt.

How lucky I was! My first time ever and I'm gonna get fucked by a super-mega-hot-shit-babe! It must have been god's gift to the caring compassionate guy I was!! I nearly came in my pants at the prospect! Unfortunately, my racing mind was interrupted by a kick to the head. I flew back onto the couch.

"What the fuck is your problem? Lie on theeffin' couch!" she yelled. I was ecstatic!

"But I'm not ready yet...my heart's going a-pitter and a-patter!" I giggled. I wasn't thinking with my brain at this point. She rolled her eyes and handed me what looked like a metal helmet with lightbulbs coming out, complete with goggles and a heavy headset.

"First, put this on," she ordered. I shyed away.

"But I've never used sex toys
before—I'm so embarrassed!" I was acting like a school girl! She could tell, and she wasn't pleased. She shoved the contraption onto my head and turned it on. It was dark and made a weird noise, but oddly relaxing.

"There. Pretty good, huh? Calms ya down, right?" She asked. She was right. I soon became one with the universe as the machine sent vibrations throughout my skull, the goggles flashing a rainbow of colors into my eyes. What kind of sex toy is this? She took it off and extended a hand.

"Great. Done. That'll be three hundred bucks," she demanded coldly. I was still in that euphoria, so I began to reach for my wallet when my hard-on reminded me of my predicament.

"Hey!" I shouted, pointing at her. "What kind of joke is this? You think I'm a total idiot?" I snarled. She sighed and put her hand on her forehead.

"Fuckin' figures. I had a bad feeling about you." She rolled her eyes, sitting down. "Look, kiddo—did you even READ the flyer?" she asked. I cocked a brow and grabbed it.

The flyer had a picture of two hot looking chicks on it, though not nearly as hot as the girl staring hard at me. It mentioned an 'Outcall service' with 'the latest biofeedback technology' to 'refresh your body and mind.' It said it was 'the ultimate cure for stress and fatigue' from 'the Research Center for Virtual Therapy.' It wasn't a porno ad at all! It was a virtual therapy outcall flyer!

"'Virtual therapy,' huh?" I asked. She nodded.

"Uh huh. It's this New-Age scam company a friend of a friend of mine runs," she confessed. Then she pulled in close, staring me down evilly. "And where the fuck does it say anything about 'massage' or 'sex services,' huh? It says 'biofeedback.'" She growled. I trembled at her bitchiness. "You saw that line about 'outcall services,' and confused it with all those sex ads, right? Am I right, kiddo?" She sneered.

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