Lynn's foe.

The familiar tingle of an approaching orgasm sent shudders through Lynn’s body, and she fought the urge not to give urge to give into the pure ecstasy emanating from her pussy. Her face was coated in the thick and fragrant juices of the young Japanese girl’s wet pussy. Lynn’s tongue flicked rapidly back and forth over the other girl’s clit, even as her fingers pumped rapidly back and forth.. Part of her wished she could savor the moment, and enjoy bringing her partner to climax, but this was a race, and she had no such luxury. Besides which, she didn’t want to end up covered in jizz tonight, and have Ms. Cooper punishing her for who knew how long.

Despite the loud laughter and rapid, conversation filling the conference room along with the constant whir and click of cameras Lynn heard the whimpers of her opponent in the bizarre contest. Hopefully, this meant that she too, would soon come, and flood Lynn’s mouth with female nectar. As the two of them lick and sucked at each others wet, juicy cunts, Lynn saw the door to the conference door quickly open and the close. A pair of shapely female legs, encased in sheer tan colored nylon entered the room, and moved over to stand beside Ms. Cooper. Lynn recognized the spike heels on the feet as belonging to the sexy receptionist who had greeted Ms. Cooper and Lynn at the entrance of the office. She also saw that several of the men had unzipped their pants, and were stroking their hard cock as they watched Lynn and the other girl engaged in the classic sixty-nine position.

The other girls’ head moved back and forth between her legs, and the yells of the men became louder and more agitated, and Lynn thought she heard Ms. Cooper’s voice say something in Japanese, answered quickly by the receptionist, who she remembered was called Arisu. The tingle she felt just moments before became an electric jolt of pleasure, and Lynn realized in that split second that she had lost the wager. She cried out in pleasure, her moans muffled by the Japanese girl’s silky, wet labia pressed firmly against Lynn’s lips Lynn’s legs stiffened as she climaxed, and they held the other woman’s head firmly in place before the sensation passed.

Just as it did, Lynn’s lips, mouth and face were covered in juices gushing from the other girl’s pussy. “Mitsu has won again!” Mr. Nakajima said with triumph. A minute or so later, the two of them rolled apart from each other, lying with their back on the tarp, catching their breath. As Lynn recovered from her orgasm, she looked around the room, and saw that most of the men, including Mr. Nakajima, now had their pants open, and were standing at the edge of the tarp, stroking their cocks in anticipation of what was to come.

Mitsu rolled off of the tarp between the group of men, and quickly picked up her clothing before leaving the room. Lynn got up on her knees, and looked sheepishly over at Ms. Cooper. The tall, sexy redhead gave Lynn a cold stare before turning back to talk with Ms. Hasagawa, the receptionist. The conversation was very animated, and Ms. Cooper didn’t look happy as Ms. Hasagawa handed her a document of some kind. After seeming to scan several pages, Ms. Cooper nodded slowly, and then was led over to the tarp by the Japanese secretary. The men parted enough that the two women stood directly in front of Lynn. She heard Ms. Cooper say “No” and then one of the businessmen stepped forward, and aiming his cock directly at her face, began to pump his cock faster than moments before.