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    Bukkake Business – an Asian Bukkake Sexstory

    21 December, 2019 (04:35) | Asian Sex Stories | By: admin

    by Bradley Stoke (no address provided)

    ***

    Tachu kneeled down in front of the director, her arms
    supporting her body, while the CEO’s penis probed and
    poked around her face, his hand vigorously exercising
    it. And then, at last, the moment that Tachu and the
    photographer had awaited so eagerly, the moment which
    truly sealed the business transaction. Mr. Chien
    spurted streams of pale globules of semen onto Tachu’s
    face… (M+/F, mast, facial, asian)

    ***

    It was a big day for her, Tachu reflected, as she
    glided the electric razor over her scalp, removing
    traces of blue stubble to expose the pale pinkness
    beneath. After all her efforts in securing the deal
    with the Taming Force Corporation, today was finally
    the day in which the client would sign and all her
    efforts would be rewarded.

    At last, she would be entitled to the handsome
    commission that she so often discussed with Kenchi
    when she had to justify those late nights in the
    office that filled her with so much guilt. She was so
    fortunate to have such an understanding wife: one who
    would accept the hours of waiting until the metro
    finally delivered Tachu home to their expensive
    suburban apartment.

    She examined her shaven pate in the bathroom mirror
    reflection in which she could also see Kenchi dozing
    under the silken sheets, blissfully unperturbed by
    thoughts of her day in the classroom where she taught
    all those young boys and girls the intricacies of
    mathematics and who were wholly undeserving of her
    tuition. And how could they be deserving?

    Tachu was so grateful she was married to a woman so
    very beautiful, whose naked body was unquestionably
    the object of the desire of so many other men and
    women. And a woman who was hers to love and desire
    whenever she so desired. She smiled indulgently as
    Kenchi rolled over, her bluish scalp on the down-
    filled pillows and her arms stretched out in prayer-
    like formation in front of her.

    Tachu sighed. Her bosom swelled with love. Kenchi was
    the perfect lover. No one could ever match her in
    beauty and cleverness.

    But first, best not to neglect her crotch. It wouldn’t
    do for the executives from TFC to see even the shadow
    of stubble there. She’d been so embarrassed that time
    when entertaining the DAL executives when she found
    that long hair that had so sneakily evaded her razor.

    And then, over the high-pitched whirr of her laser-
    sharp razor, she heard a grunt coming from the bed.

    “Are you awake, Kenchi dear?” Tachu asked softly.

    Kenchi stirred slightly, her eyes opened slightly and
    she smiled.

    “I couldn’t let you leave on this big day without
    wishing you well, could I?” she almost groaned through
    her sleep-encrusted lips.

    Tachu felt so much love at that moment. Oh Kenchi!
    However many times Tachu might declare her love it was
    never enough.

    “Just a moment, sweetest. I’ve got to look my best
    today. I don’t want a single trace of hair on my
    crotch!”

    Kenchi nodded.

    “No. That wouldn’t do! What might the executives
    think? A senior female sales exec with hair? The very
    idea!”

    Soon enough Tachu made sure to the best of her ability
    that she was as presentable as she could be. Kenchi
    was so understanding! As a school teacher she could
    risk a day’s, even several days’, stubble, but
    appearance was paramount in Tachu’s profession. And
    soon Tachu could leave the bathroom, in her full
    nakedness, and strode over to her wife who leaned,
    supporting her weight on an elbow.

    “Just a little nibble?” she pleaded.

    Of course!” said Tachu. “But only briefly. I’ve got a
    train to catch!”

    And so Tachu stood in front of Kenchi who leaned her
    face forward, her lips open and her tongue slipping
    seductively through the parted teeth. And Tachu
    received the full sensual delight of her lover’s
    tongue on the ragged inner lips of her vulva, and
    then, more delightful than even that, the sharp nip of
    Kenchi’s teeth on those same lips. Tachu put a hand on
    Kenchi’s stubbled head, relishing this humbling
    expression of love.

    “Enough!” commanded Tachu reluctantly. “I’ve got to
    get going!”

    “It’ll be alright, won’t it?” asked Kenchi anxiously,
    just as reluctantly removing her lips from Tachu’s
    genital ones. “They’ll sign and the deal will be
    finalised in the traditional manner?”

    “It will be a bukkake ceremony of unmatched
    excellence!” Tachu assured her, but remembering too
    well those painful occasions when the expected final
    ceremony did not happen. Those times when an
    unsuspected tender from a rival firm had undercut or
    overtaken that offered by the senior sales executive
    of United Leverage plc.

    Kenchi nodded, but Tachu could see that her wife
    recognised too well the anxiety that she felt. Maybe
    this would be another yearned-for tender finalisation
    that would not be signed and sealed with the client’s
    semen. The shame and dishonour would surely be too
    much to bear at the next board meeting. Perhaps she
    would again feel the full wrath of the CEO’s anal
    penetration and chastisement. Although Tachu
    recognised the necessity of such ritual humiliation,
    the pain and sheer messiness of it forever haunted her
    as she endeavoured to do the best she could for her
    company’s shareholders’ interests.

    She tried to take her mind off her anxieties as she
    sat on the metro while it thundered towards the city
    centre. Opposite her was a girl whose hair must have
    been at least a centimetre long. Tachu sniffed. What a
    slut! But there were just no standards amongst the
    young these days. She regarded her own reflection in
    the windows opposite, acting as a perfect mirror
    against the darkness of the tunnel as the train
    rattled on.

    Her best suit, discreetly opened so that the full
    heave of her full bosom could be seen, a glimpse of
    the areola just about visible, and her short skirt
    under which today she was definitely not going to wear
    any knickers and through which any one leaning down
    might catch a peek of her smooth shaved crotch.

    Tachu regarded the other passengers. A group of
    schoolchildren were gathered together, all identically
    dressed, girls and boys: blazers, ties, baggy shorts
    to the knees, long white socks from the knees to their
    black shoes and only the well-scrubbed knees showing.
    Like her and all the other passengers, except the slut
    opposite in her jeans and sleeveless tee-shirt, with
    their scalps neatly shaven.

    Tachu felt a small pang of envy at the boldness of the
    unshaven girl, who would probably be quite pretty if
    she’d paid more attention to her appearance. Why!
    Tachu was sure that she even had hair under her
    armpits. How disgusting! Unless she worked in a
    vegetarian caf� or a record shop, how could a girl
    like that possibly get a job?

    When she got to the office, she immediately searched
    out Menga, whom she knew would have been in the office
    at least an hour before her, as custom dictated. She’d
    thought long and hard about which one of her junior
    sales reps should have the privilege of accompanying
    her on the deal finalisation ceremony, and she had
    decided that it was Menga who was the most deserving.
    Those long hours she had put in to preparing the
    tender! (Though she could never be sure how long after
    she left the office her staff might decide it was
    prudent for them to also leave).

    Menga stood up from her desk as Tachu approached, as
    did the other girls in the office, but she could see
    that it was her that Tachu was most intent on
    approaching. She bowed her head slightly as Tachu came
    near.

    “Good morning, ma’am!” she said, with a tremulous
    quiver to her voice.

    “Are you prepared, Menga?” Tachu asked. “Have you
    shaved and scrubbed yourself?”

    “I have indeed, ma’am!”

    “You might consider another shower this afternoon. And
    I hope you remembered to bring your razor?”

    “I have, ma’am!”

    “Fourteen hundred hours. Executive suite Twenty Six.
    Make sure you’re there!”

    Menga nodded, her face struggling to restrain any
    expression of her delight at the honour bestowed on
    her. Tachu turned around and left, and Menga and the
    other girls sat down only when the office door had
    closed behind the executive manager. Tachu could
    imagine the envy her other junior staff were at this
    moment feeling towards their lucky colleague!

    It was a tense morning for Tachu as she ensured that
    all the arrangements were in place for the afternoon.
    She made sure that the caterer, the photographer and
    the seating arrangements were exactly right. She
    didn’t want a single thing to upset the big event. But
    most importantly she had to ensure that she herself
    was wholly presentable. And this meant, of course,
    that she would need to take a shower in the executive
    staff washroom.

    As Tachu scrubbed herself vigorously with a loofah
    under the stinging spray of the shower, she could hear
    the clickety click of a pair of stiletto heels stride
    across the tiles and then heard someone sit down in
    one of the door-less toilet cubicles. She poked her
    head out of the shower and saw that it was Chenkun,
    the senior marketing executive, who was carefully
    pulling off her clothes.

    “Do you want a shower too?” Tachu called out.

    “No. Not at all, Tachu,” Chenkun replied with a smile.
    “I’ve just been attending another tiresome meeting and
    I thought I’d relax by masturbating before proceeding
    with the rest of my duties.”

    “Do you want to borrow my vibrator?” Tachu suggested
    amiably. “It’s a Caldron 19. A very fine model.”

    “No, that’s fine, Tachu. But I appreciate the offer.
    Especially if you’ve already used it and I could share
    of your fluids. But I much prefer my Thunder 73. It
    has just the right rhythm for how I feel at the
    moment!”

    Tachu smiled as her naked colleague pulled out her
    long purple vibrator from inside her handbag, sat on
    the toilet seat with her legs parted and worried the
    lips of her vagina with the whirring toy. However, as
    she returned to her ablutions, she dismissed the idea
    of accompanying her colleague in mutual masturbation
    by the consideration that the executives from TFC
    might not appreciate the smell or taste of a
    previously excited vagina. But it was a distraction
    for her to listen to her colleague’s ecstatic gasps as
    the buzzing sex toy aided her towards her solo climax.

    “Are the executives from TFC here yet?” Tachu asked
    the receptionist anxiously on the appointed hour.

    “Promptly, ma’am,” the receptionist nodded, keeping
    her eyes discreetly lowered.

    “Thank you. Please escort them to the executive suite
    where I shall be waiting for them.”

    With that, Tachu spun around on her torturously high
    stilettos and strode towards the room where, as
    arranged, Menga was standing naked, except for her own
    stiletto heels, by the side of the spread laid out by
    the caterers.

    “Is everything in order, Menga?” Tachu asked.

    “Yes, ma’am,” her naked junior assented, bowing her
    head.

    “The photographer?”

    “She’s waiting in the anteroom, ma’am.”

    Tachu nodded. Everything did indeed seem to be in
    order. And Menga was sweetly perfumed, her crotch and
    pate meticulously shaved, her lips rouged a very dark
    red and her eyes stylishly painted with kohl.

    “So, we are sure that everything is as it should be
    for the CEO from TFC and his colleagues?”

    Menga nodded. “Yes, ma’am!” she announced firmly and
    decisively.

    And then they arrived, the CEO and his senior
    executives, their heads properly shaved and wearing
    expensive double-breasted suits, escorted by the
    receptionist, her eyes modestly averted, and the rings
    in her bare nipples linked by a company-approved
    chain.

    “Welcome, Mr. Chien, sir!” said Tachu. “And welcome
    also to your colleagues. We have prepared a small
    repast for your pleasure of which we would be
    delighted you partook before we finalise the deal.”

    Mr. Chien was a small stocky man in his early fifties
    who nodded and gestured to his silent coterie of
    executives. “You heard the lady!” he said. “Tuck in!”

    The executives did so, crowding around the table where
    the food was presented and where Menga stood, naked
    and also silent, by the side.

    Tachu gestured towards her junior sales rep. “Please
    serve Mr. Chien with a selection of what the caterers
    have so generously provided,” she commanded.

    Only when Mr. Chien had lifted a chicken leg to his
    mouth and took a bite from it did the other executives
    do the same with any of the food they had selected,
    while Menga fussed around them to make sure that not
    one of them would be without the serviettes and forks
    they might require.

    “I see you are married,” remarked Mr. Chien, glancing
    at the ring on Tachu’s finger.

    “Yes, sir,” said Tachu, unable to suppress the pride
    in her voice. “And to a most beautiful woman, I am
    happy to say.”

    “I’m very happy for you,” smiled the CEO. He chewed
    the chicken decorously, holding a serviette up to his
    mouth. “I have several wives and a husband. All are
    very pleasant, although my first wife is getting on a
    bit now.”

    “Your other wives are younger, sir?”

    “Very much so. And much more sexually active. Although
    my first wife does her best when the occasion demands
    of it.”

    “She must be very pleased for you, sir.”

    “Indeed she is.”

    Soon enough, the food was consumed and everyone sat
    down at the executive table to sign the various
    documents that Tachu and her staff had prepared.
    Everyone that is except Menga who stood, naked and
    self-consciously, by the dining table. First each
    executive would carefully read the documents, sign it
    and pass it on to the executive to their left.
    Eventually the document would arrive at Mr. Chien,
    seated next to Tachu, who would give the document only
    the most cursory glance before, with a flourish,
    signing the document in the section reserved only for
    him.

    And then when all the documents were signed, Tachu
    pressed the little buzzer by her side and a secretary
    appeared, picked up the documents and without raising
    her head to look at the assembled executives scurried
    out on her high stiletto heels.

    “And now,” said Tachu, at last permitting herself a
    smile, “we can complete the transaction.”

    The executives looked anxiously at their CEO. He
    nodded and smiled, the first time since he had arrived
    in the room. “Yes, we can.” He looked at Tachu. “I
    take it that first I fuck your delightful colleague
    and then I complete the ceremony on your charming
    self?”

    It was all Tachu could do to resist breaking into a
    grin of satisfaction. The ceremony was to proceed as
    tradition demanded. “Yes, sir,” she said, fighting off
    a gasp of excitement. “Menga is well-practised at the
    art of fucking. Her vagina as well as her anus is
    fully at your disposal.”

    “She remains unmarried, I take it?”

    “She is, sir, though she is very sweet with a
    gentleman from the Systems Development department.”

    “He is a very fortunate man in having such a beautiful
    lover.”

    Before the ceremony could begin it was necessary that
    the photographer be ready to take the pictures. Tachu
    summoned her in by intercom and smiled as she strode
    in, several cameras slung around her shoulders and a
    huge tripod in her hands. The company photographer
    dressed in a smart suit, with a skirt short enough
    that she could crouch with it being no obstacle to her
    and a torch secured around her shaven pate should
    extra light be needed for any of the requisite shots.
    She slightly bowed her head and almost immediately
    began snapping pictures of the executives.

    Menga made her way to the futons laid out in
    preparation at the further end of the room. The larger
    one covered several square meters and Menga sat down
    on it. A smaller, more luxurious, down-filled futon
    lay a small distance away. Tachu strode up to it, and
    in a few practised movements removed her clothing and
    secured them on the executive hangers lining the wall.
    Once naked, she bowed her head reverentially and sat
    down on the smaller futon.

    The executives from TFC were now confronted with the
    sight of two naked shaven women, still in their high
    stilettos, recumbent on the futons in the traditional
    manner: legs open and their weight supported by their
    arms. Menga young and slender, with pert, pointed
    breasts. Tachu filled out slightly by her relative
    maturity, large full thighs and a comely bosom: one
    that Kenchi so enjoyed licking and sucking. The
    executives were clearly excited, but they stood in a
    polite row, their eyes glancing towards the two women
    but their faces struggling to betray no feeling.

    The CEO nodded and, finally, with his permission, the
    executives divested themselves of their own clothes,
    neatly folded them and arranged them on the executive
    hangers provided for the purpose. Nor all the
    executives were as ready as the others, as Tachu could
    deduce from the erectness of their penises. Indeed,
    one penis was a very sorry sight: a little walnut
    compared to some of the proud truncheons on display.

    However, the pills that United Leverage plc provided
    on the smaller table, along with all the vibrators,
    lubricants and creams, should easily resolve that
    gentleman’s lack of apparent enthusiasm. In earlier
    days, Tachu reflected, such impoliteness could easily
    lead to an executive’s instant dismissal and even now
    the executive was plainly self-conscious as he gamely
    stroked his penis.

    Only when all the other executives were completely
    naked and standing in a row by the larger futon where
    Menga lay, did the CEO begin to remove his own
    clothes, which he did at a significantly more
    leisurely pace than his juniors. But Tachu was pleased
    to see that his penis was fully erect and was quite a
    handsome one too. Naturally, it was to be expected
    that only the most virile executives could rise to his
    exalted position, Tachu never failed to feel anxiety
    that she might perform the bukkake ceremony with a
    client unable to properly finalise the deal in the
    traditional manner.

    The CEO approached Menga as she lay on the futon and
    bade her turn onto her front. It was clear he was a
    man who preferred to enter from behind, which pleased
    Tachu. She glanced at a tube of lubricant on the
    table. She hoped that Menga had applied plenty of that
    to her anus.

    First of all, Menga fellated the CEO’s erect penis but
    for less than a minute, so as to ensure that it was
    truly rock hard and lubricated by her spit. Menga was
    an expert fellater: it was one of her chief selling
    skills, and a skill that had often made the difference
    between a deal’s success or failure, but in this case
    the CEO was clearly impatient for proper penetration,
    and perhaps reluctant for any early release of semen.

    When Mr. Chien was positioned with his penis thrusting
    in and out of Menga’s well-lubricated vagina and
    apparently no longer paying attention to Tachu, the
    senior sales exec wandered over to the table of sexual
    aids and made her selection of lubricants and creams.
    She hesitated over which vibrator to choose, but,
    finally, recalling the pleasure it had given Chenkun
    in the executive washroom, she plumped for a Thunder
    73. She only hoped that it would be as effective for
    her as it had been for the marketing exec.

    As the vibrator whirred around her tender lips and
    clitoris, she regarded the waiting executives, now all
    properly erect, probably having also taken whatever
    steps were necessary to ensure this was so, and, with
    rather more interest, the fucking between the CEO and
    Menga. Tachu had made a wise selection in choosing
    that girl, she could see that. Menga was truly a good
    fuck and well worth the CEO’s attention, alternating
    as he did between vagina and anus, while she gasped
    and shrieked in ecstasy that even Tachu was unsure
    whether it was feigned or genuine. That girl would go
    far, Tachu reflected. Perhaps as a reward she might
    invite her to her suburban home for dinner and sex
    with her and Kenchi. If, of course, her wife assented.

    However good Menga was as a lover, it would be
    inappropriate for the CEO to spend too long with such
    a junior staff member. She was, after all, intended
    only to warm up the proceedings and the reason for the
    tradition of the CEO fucking her so soon was to ensure
    that the other executives would share in the same
    intimate activity as their senior manager.

    The photographer fussed around the couple, discreetly
    taking pictures from all angles and getting quite
    close indeed when Mr. Chien removed his erect penis
    from Menga’s anus and the sales rep sucked and gobbled
    at it, relishing the taste of her own shit and vaginal
    fluids, mixed with lubricating cream and saliva, and
    guaranteeing that it was in a respectable condition
    for penetration into a senior sales exec. All the
    while, the other executives from TFC stood patiently
    in a row, masturbating themselves and staying very
    quiet.

    It was only when the CEO stood up, leaving Menga
    slumped face down on the futon, that the ceremony
    began properly and the photographer was to be much
    more in demand. Mr. Chien nodded at his executives and
    strode towards Tachu who lay down on her back, legs
    wide open, awaiting her own critical role in the
    ceremony. The other executives nodded in return, and
    then, in an order determined by relative seniority,
    they took advantage of the squirming, gasping,
    grunting, sweating and politely vocal Menga. It
    wouldn’t do though for just one executive to take
    possession of her: that was a privilege reserved only
    for the CEO.

    Two or three executives plied at her at a time, one in
    the arse, one in the vagina, whilst a third would
    enjoy the pleasure of Menga’s throat, tongue and teeth
    on his erect member. And as each pair or trio thrust
    away, the other executives would stand politely by,
    masturbating in anticipation. And meanwhile, the
    photographer was occupied photographing the fucking,
    fellating and buggery.

    That was when she wasn’t engaged in taking pictures of
    Mr. Chien enjoying Tachu’s own sexual assets. First of
    all, Tachu took the CEO’s penis in her mouth, smelling
    richly as it still did of Menga’s bodily fluids, and
    used her own considerable talents at fellatio to bring
    pleasure to the client, but using other skills to
    ensure that he did not release his semen prematurely.
    That would be a disaster! Back and forth, back and
    forth, she bobbed her head, her nose occasionally
    brushing against the CEO’s shaven groin, her hand
    gripped on the base of the penis and testicles whilst
    another applied pressure elsewhere to keep the final
    discharge at bay.

    “Are you ready for penetration, Tachu?” wondered the
    CEO with a smile.

    Tachu looked up with her eyes at Mr. Chien’s face
    above her and slowly withdraw his penis from her
    mouth, feeling it tickle against her tonsils as it
    slid out. She discreetly wiped the back of her hand on
    her rouged lips, the taste of his penis, together with
    the whiff of Menga’s anus, encrusting her tongue and
    inner cheeks. “Yes, sir. But please recall that I am a
    married woman.”

    Mr. Chien nodded, but Tachu knew already that he was a
    man quite content to ply only at the smaller orifice.
    She bent over on her front, head down, elbows in front
    and arse in the air, while the CEO positioned himself
    above her and bit by bit eased his penis into Tachu’s
    artificially lubricated anus. The photographer hovered
    behind, taking picture after picture of Mr. Chien’s
    penetration, while out of sight from the camera and
    the senior sales executive, Tachu moaned and gasped,
    as much from genuine pain as desire.

    In actual fact, she still much preferred vaginal
    intercourse after all these years of marriage, but her
    vagina belonged to Kenchi and only she was permitted
    to take pleasure of it. To do otherwise would be an
    act of infidelity that Tachu loved her wife too dearly
    to ever risk taking.

    The photographer jumped backwards and forwards from
    the two futons. Sometimes taking pictures of Menga as
    penis after penis pushed inside her, or slapped
    against her buttocks and face. Sometimes taking
    pictures of Tachu and the CEO, sometimes the face or
    torso, but more often the conjunction of penis and
    arse.

    These pictures would soon enough be selected and the
    better ones displayed in the company showcases, so
    that visitors would know of United Leverage plc’s
    success in closing deals. And of course the executives
    would need photographs to take away with them, perhaps
    to show their wives or husbands, maybe to proudly
    display in picture frames on their executive desks.

    But the main climax of the ceremony was fast
    approaching. The photographer was expert at
    recognising the signs. Tachu was pushing up and down,
    up and down, on the CEO’s penis which was thrusting
    from behind, using the push of her thighs as much as
    the CEO’s own thrust to keep the erect penis inside
    her arse, even as the thick lubricant streamed out and
    down between her cheeks and into the vaginal fluids
    released by her urgent attention with the trusty
    Thunder 73.

    And then the photographer caught the nod from the CEO.
    He was ready! The executives who were not fucking
    Menga noticed too and discreetly drew the attention of
    their more active colleagues to the fact. And now was
    the bukkake climax that the whole ceremony was
    directed towards.

    Tachu kneeled down in front of the director, her arms
    supporting her body, while the CEO’s penis probed and
    poked around her face, his hand vigorously exercising
    it. And then, at last, the moment that Tachu and the
    photographer had awaited so eagerly, the moment which
    truly sealed the business transaction.

    Mr. Chien spurted streams of pale globules of semen
    onto Tachu’s face: principally her cheeks, eyes and
    over her shaven pate. It was warm, slightly creamy and
    certainly viscous, sticking to her cheeks but forming
    huge slow-moving tears, which seeped into her mouth
    and hang off the end of her chin to fall, drip, drip,
    drip, onto the futon below.

    And then, the CEO having relieved himself, and, in a
    sense, his role being finished, and with the
    photographer no less active, it was the turn of the
    other executives to also seal the deal. Of course,
    even though the CEO was done, sitting naked on a huge
    leather armchair smoking one of the magnificent cigars
    that the company had provided for this moment of
    postcoital relaxation, the other executives needed to
    leave their mark.

    And this they proceeded to do, assisted by Menga, who
    used her skill in fellatio to keep the executives’
    penises erect and ready and, naturally, just about
    ready to ejaculate. None of the junior executives
    could actually fuck Tachu. That would go against all
    sense of propriety in a business setting for rank to
    be so boorishly disregarded, but custom demanded that
    they should release on Tachu’s face, which was
    becoming increasingly coated with semen, the evidence
    of their role in the transaction.

    Tachu had almost forgotten what this part of the
    ceremony felt like. In fact, it wasn’t that pleasant
    at all, although she made agreeable noises and smiled
    at the camera as if in constant ecstasy, but after the
    first release from the CEO as far as she was concerned
    the deal was complete. This extra semen was more a
    reward to the executives, to show that their efforts
    had been appreciated, and a trophy of their business
    acumen that they could show as evidence to their own
    junior staff.

    Although there were many more photographs to go, her
    face thick with TFC sperm, Tachu was much more looking
    forward to retiring to the executive washroom to wash
    fresh her face and have a cleansing shower. She gamely
    licked the semen off, pretending to relish the taste
    of what was no longer her favourite bodily secretion
    and smiled as she posed with the naked executives and
    Menga for the final shots before the photographer
    could be dismissed and the business part of the
    transaction was over: signed, sealed, delivered and
    recorded for posterity.

    After her shower, she returned to the executive suite
    where some of the junior executives were smoking
    cigars whilst others had returned to fucking Menga.
    She smiled. Her colleague was going to be truly worn
    out the following day, and she resolved to leave a
    message on her answer phone that she could take the
    following day off as leave. In any case, in only a few
    hours’ time the executives would be driven to the
    exclusive brothel that United Leverage plc had hired
    in its entirety for the day, in anticipation of the
    success of the deal, and Menga would no longer need to
    provide her sexual services for the client (unless, of
    course, the CEO should expressly request it).

    She walked over to Mr. Chien, who was still naked and
    was idly stroking his penis. Now that Tachu had put
    back her suit, it was highly unlikely, and indeed
    inappropriate, that more would be expected of her
    rather sore anus.

    “We will ensure that you get a full suite of
    photographs delivered to your office, sir,” Tachu
    said.

    “My wives will be delighted to see them. And I shall
    ensure that a properly framed picture of the final
    bukkake release will be displayed in the waiting
    room.”

    Tachu blushed. So many times she’d visited clients and
    admired the photographs they displayed of women with
    their faces covered in semen as one deal or another
    had been finalised in the traditional manner. And now
    she too would be honoured in such a fashion.

    “Thank you very much, sir. I shall seek it out when
    next I visit your office.”

    “And what will you do with your own photographs,
    dear?”

    Tachu blushed again. Mr. Chien was a true gentleman.
    His wives were fortunate women. “I will display one in
    my office for other clients and colleagues to see,
    sir, perhaps the one where you so kindly ejaculated
    into my open mouth; but I shall choose my favourite to
    take home for my wife to see.”

    “She is a very lucky woman to be loved by someone as
    beautiful as you.”

    Tachu smiled as she thought of her wife. She could
    barely wait till that moment of return into her wife’s
    arms to tell her of the success of the day’s business.
    And indeed it was Tachu also who was the most
    fortunate: to be loved by someone as beautiful as
    Kenchi.

    END

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