Bukkake Business
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.