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Bukkake Business
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 café 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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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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