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Bukkake Business
Date: 10/5/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories
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 ...