My intercom buzzed.

"Mr. Howard, your new assistant is here, shall I send him in?" My secretary's voice was sweet and clear as always, but with a hint of excitement. She knew this would be a special day for my new hire. The first day on the job at my law firm always was.

"Give me five minutes, Becky, then I'll come out to greet him."

I set the HR portfolio down on my desk and took one last look at Kenji Takamoto's file, sliding the picture of him and his family to the front of the stack. He had a good-looking thirty-two-year-old wife for sure, but he also had two sweet daughters. Emi was nine years old and cute as a lotus flower, while Naoko would be eleven in a few days. All three girls were porcelain dolls with pale skin, dark almond shaped eyes and jet black hair.

I looked down from my desk to two bright blue eyes that were sparkling back up at me. Becky's eight-year-old daughter, Cassie, was on her knees under my desk devouring my eight inch prick with her tiny mouth. Of all my employees' kids, Cassie was the best cocksucker in the lot, and she was always so eager. Breaking the blonde muffin in three years ago was easy since she took to cock like a frog to a pond. She'd suck me for hours if I let her, and sometimes I did, but right now it was time to get down to some serious business.

"Hey, sweetie. Save some for later!" I teased, pulling her mouth off my cock, a fair amount of drool on her chin.

The naked preteen gave me a playful pout as she stood up. "Okay, but you gotta promise to cum in my mouth today, Mr. Howard! My mommy told me to make you cum a lot!"

I picked up the tiny black thong on my desk that she had worn this morning when she came to work with her mother, took a last sniff, and then handed it to her. "Better put these back on."

I stuffed my raging pecker back into my pants while she finished dressing, gave her a long hot kiss, and then escorted her to the door.

"Was Cassie well behaved, Mr. Howard?" Becky asked, seeing us emerge.

"A darling as usual," I winked. "Is Kenji in the waiting room?"

She nodded, wiping Cassie's drool with a tissue.

"Be right back, and can you block an hour for me this afternoon with Cassie?" I asked.

She smiled. "Of course!"

I strolled down the corridor of my small law firm, eliciting several sycophantic greetings. "Good morning, Sir! Good morning, Boss! Did you have a good weekend, Mr. Howard?" Sheesh! I guess that's what comes with being a bull. The cuckold stable has a lot of ponies vying to be the favorite. Of course, the fact that I have fucked every female employee, every male employee's wife or girlfriend, and ALL their daughters, multiple times, means I've had to divide my attention these days. A bull's life is oftentimes an exercise in multi-tasking.

I stopped in the men's room to check my appearance. My dark blue, pin-striped Armani suit was neat and clean, my custom-tailored white shirt perfectly starched, and my red Italian silk tie was knotted to precision. I liked blue suits the most because they matched my eyes, and I always wore some type of red tie. It was a power thing. I used my fingers to comb my salt and pepper hair before walking over to the waiting room.

"Good morning, Kenji. I trust you are ready for your first day as my assistant?" I grinned, reaching to shake hands.

He was nervous and awkward. "Oh yes, Mr. Howard! Good morning!" He stood, all five feet three inches of him, and gripped my hand loosely.

Now, I subscribe to the notion that you can tell a lot about a man by his handshake. Kenji's was soft and loose, and his skin was cool and clammy. To a bull, this signals an easy mark. His shake was an immediate surrender to me in the male dominance balance of power equation.

I put my arm around his shoulder as we walked to my office. Kenji was native Japanese, studied at Tokyo University, and then came to the United States to attend Harvard Law School. For my small firm, a Harvard graduate was a nice shingle to hang out there for clients. From a bull's perspective, knowing that I was going to be fucking his wife and two preteen daughters was a double benefit. I've never had Japanese pussy, and I was dying to try.

"Have a seat, Kenji," I said pointing to the large leather sofa in my office. I stuck my head out and asked Becky to bring in some coffee and tea.

I took a seat next to him and told him to relax. He smiled and nodded, almost apologetically. His English was excellent, but he carried himself as if he were still in Japan. He was docile and subservient, a recognition of my status as his boss. For a soon-to-be cuckold, he was perfect. I typically had to break men hard to get my way, but with Kenji, I imagined it would be simpler.

Becky set a tray on the coffee table in front of us with a pot of hot coffee and a tea kettle. "Take your pick, Kenji."

"Thank you, Sir!" he said loudly as he poured a cup of coffee for me first, then a tea for himself. "I know you like coffee, Mr. Howard!"

He was trying to impress me. I liked that.

We made small talk for a long time, and every now and then during the conversation, I asked about his family, picking up tidbits about his wife and daughters. They spoke little English, just enough to get by, but his daughters were enrolled in an immersion program at a local charter school. I had to smile inside because when it came to fucking, moaning was the same in every language as far as I was concerned.

I walked over and pulled his folder from my desk and placed the picture of him with his family on the coffee table. "You know, Kenji, at Howard and Sullivan, we value family highly. It's always nice to bring a new member on the team who has such a pretty wife and beautiful daughters."

As I said that, I innocuously ran my hand over the length of my cock. Down my leg my fingertips slid, ensuring that if Kenji picked up on it, he would know that I was hung and that I had a sexual interest in his women. Of course, it was subtle enough to leave him with some uncertainty.

I returned my gaze from the picture on the table to him. His eyes were on my hand, and then he looked up at me wide-eyed. "Yes, Sir, Mr. Howard. I am very excited about working at a family-friendly place." He grabbed his tea and swallowed what was left in one loud gulp.

"Good. I'd like to meet your family. How about coming to my home tonight for dinner? Becky can give you the address. Be there at six o'clock sharp, and dress casually. I really want to get to know this pretty wife and daughters," I grinned as I tucked the picture back in my folder.

He was nervous when we stood to shake hands once more, and this time his shake seemed even looser, if that was possible. He bowed slightly, turned and left.

A few minutes later Cassie came in, a bright smile beaming on her face. "Mr. Howard, would you like me to suck your cock, or are you in the mood to fuck me today?" she giggled.

I cupped my chin. "Hmmm, that is a tough decision. How about both?"

"Okay!" she screeched, jumping up and down before stripping naked.

My doorbell rang at exactly six o'clock. The Japanese were known for their precision, and Kenji and family did not disappoint. When I opened it, I was surprised at how well-dressed they all were. Kenji had on a business suit and tie, and he was carrying a bottle of Japanese sake. Suri, his wife, had on a long white dress and high heels. It was not quite a kimono, but there was something definitely Japanese about it. His daughters were priceless dolls. Each wore their charter school uniforms of plaid red and black skirts, white button down tops, and white knee-high socks and black shoes. I'm guessing Japanese girls don't start wearing bras as early as American preteens. Their tops were so thin, I could see their dark brown puffy nipples with no difficulty.

Kenji apologized profusely for their appearance, claiming they had no time to change after school. If he only knew how hot they looked to me! I dismissed his apology as I leaned to kiss his wife's cheek. I suppose that's not what they do in Japan, because she stiffened a little. Perhaps it was also because I stand six foot four and towered over them all. I had on a pair of dress slacks and a tight polo top that showed off my athletic frame. I wanted Mrs. Takamoto to draw some mental contrast between me and her puny hubby.

"Come on in guys, make yourselves at home."

Kenji translated in Japanese, and they all broke out in smiles. I led them to the living room where we could chat and get to know each other before our catered dinner arrived.

"You have pretty home," his wife said as she stood and looked around for a moment.

"Thanks, Suri. It's made even prettier now that you are here."

She gave me a puzzled look. Kenji translated, a look of uncertainty on his face as he did. Suri blushed and smiled when she understood. "Thank you," she whispered.

I gently caressed her back as I suggested a seat, giving Kenji a quick grin over my shoulder. He needed to see how bold I was with his wife. I opened the sake and poured us all small cups of the liquid. I offered to give his daughters some, but Kenji told me no. I looked at Suri.

"What do you think, mom? May I give them some sake?" I motioned toward the girls with the bottle.

She nodded approval. "Okay," she smiled.

This was an important first step. I needed to get the wife to overrule hubby as a way of putting him in his place and establishing his wife's dominance over him along with me.

While I poured the girls some drinks, Kenji addressed Suri in Japanese, obviously not happy with what just happened. From her tone and from her wave of the hand, she totally dismissed him. This was getting better.

I gave his daughters a big grin as I tipped my glass to theirs and toasted. They were all smiles and enthusiastic, but they gingerly sipped the drink. I chugged mine down. They exchanged looks with each other, smiled, and then gulped theirs down quickly. I poured another for them, and glanced over and saw Kenji nearly steaming.

"Come on, Kenji. Let me propose a toast to the Takamoto family, especially to the beautiful Takamoto women!"

He translated, nervously. We all stood and drank. The doorbell rang a moment later.

"I think dinner is here! Come help me, Kenji."

He walked to the front door with me and I took the opportunity to chide him a bit. "You need to loosen up. Remember, we're a family-friendly company, and the employees with the friendliest families are the ones who advance the fastest."

I know his English is good, but it's not perfect. I wanted him to stew on those words, to absorb their meaning, and to come to realize the direction I was hinting things needed to go.

We had a wonderful meal together in my large dining room. The sake was gone in short order, so I opened a couple bottles of champagne and kept the bubbles popping. Kenji sat to my right, with Suri on my left, and every so often I'd touch her leg, making it appear innocent enough. At first she seemed slightly startled, but after a fair amount of bubbly, my hand started to linger on her leg. Her English improved significantly with the booze, as did her daughters. I figured out they spoke it fairly well, but they were shy and reluctant to give it a try out of fear of embarrassing themselves. Before long, I was conversing with them well enough not to need Kenji to translate.

I now had my hand on Suri's leg, caressing it, giving it a gentle squeeze. She didn't try brushing me away, and when I looked in her eyes, she gave me a gentle smile, almost a welcoming look.

"How about I give you all a tour of my house?" I suggested, taking Suri's hand as I stood.

She gave me a warm squeeze. "That is good suggestion," she smiled.

Kenji got up with a scowl, taking Emi and Naoko's hands, following us. The downstairs tour went fast, but I wanted to take my time upstairs, especially in the master bedroom. I wanted to imprint in all their minds the place where the three girls would soon be getting fucked while hubby/daddy watched. I looked in Kenji's eyes as we entered the bedroom, and I could almost sense he was starting to make the connection too.

I let go of Suri's hand as we stood in the middle of the room and decided to get bolder. I slid my hand down the small of her back and caressed her ass gently. She let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp, like an anime character. I'm not sure if Kenji saw it, but the important thing was Suri didn't slap me. I looked at her and she gave me an embarrassed grin.

"Are you okay, haha?" Emi asked.

I guess "haha" meant mother. Suri cleared her throat and nodded.

I escorted the family back downstairs, occasionally turning back to check out Emi and Naoko. For two innocent looking girls those outfits had a definite "we like to fuck" schoolgirl look. The contrast was driving me crazy. Equally torturous was how my mind tried to undress them. I wondered how fat and wet those two Japanese cunnies were going to be when I fucked them. I could feel my cock rise in my pants. It was aimed up, the tip under my belt, so it was not as apparent as it could have been if it tented my pant leg.

It was getting late, so I decided we all had had enough for one night. "I want to thank you all for coming over tonight. I really enjoyed your company very much."

Kenji bowed profusely, probably happy the evening was ending and my flirting with Suri was over. Well, almost over. I embraced her and pulled her in a little tighter than when she first arrived, making sure my stiff cock pressed into her. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek as my cock came to rest. She made an almost inaudible gasp in my ear. Then she kissed my cheek in return.

"Thank you for dinner, Mitch," she replied, using my first name. She was a little flustered and played with her hair, trying to distract herself, I surmised.

Kenji reached to shake my hand and to say something, but I cut him off. "It's Mr. Howard to you! You can't get away with being informal like Suri!" I teasingly scolded him.

"Yes, Sir," he replied, subdued. "Thank you for tonight, Mr. Howard."

I turned to their two daughters who were grinning from ear to ear. I bowed gently and gave each a kiss on the cheek like their mom. They giggled and kissed me back.

Just before they turned to walk toward the driveway, I called over to Kenji. "Be in my office at nine o'clock sharp. I have a special project for you!"