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Title: {ASSM} Bukkake Business (Bradley Stoke) (MF caution)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF caution
Short Summary: Business is never complete without bukkake.



Story: Bukkake Business (5,070 words)

It is a big day for Tachu. The contract for business she has 
worked so hard for is due for closure. She hopes all goes well 
and that the deal is sealed with the ceremony that traditionally 
accompanies it. A business deal is never complete unless there 
is also bukkake business. 


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Bukkake Business
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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 
up, 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. And 
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.
      



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