Trainee Trophy Wife

Kang Dae's left hand was suddenly noticeable on her left thigh, very close to heaven and she realised it had been for a minute or more. She was still moist from earlier and easily turned on, although she was a bit confused as to why, maybe too many Martinis?

Kang Dae talked gently about travelling and how flying stressed him out, how lots of strangers would stress him, and how marvellous to have such a helpful, reliable friend like her to help him. Tara was lulled by his gentle voice and his warm breath on her breast. She hardly noticed his left hand until the first gentle finger brushed softly over her clitoris.

It was as if a heavy weight was pulling her gut in and down. She worked hard to not spill the punch everywhere on her white silk dress. Her wet pussy gushed a little and her eyes closed as a sudden orgasm hit her. She felt she would shake like a phone on vibrate any second.

Skilfully Kang Dae removed the punch to the desk and slid the dazed girl to her knees before sitting back down and quickly offering his now free cock to be sucked. He pulled her head into his lap and since her mouth was half open had no trouble sliding her mouth over his meat.

"Oh my goddess, you are so bright and supportive. Great heaven I need this. Thank you my lovely pretty girl."

Tara was putty in his hands. His rod was as good as any other right now and he moved her head up and down at the most satisfying pace for his need. He switched to now holding her soft hair with one hand and fondling her right breast with the other. Not yet free from the fog of her own sexual enjoyment Tara was his puppet and was still pumping his rod as his now free hand undid the clasp on the halter neck.

Somehow the swish of silk sliding down her body, caressing her nipples, made her cum again with the exact same effect as the last one.

Tara knew she was moving but not sure how. She realised she was stepping out of a silky puddle and got excited when the two glasses were dramatically swept onto the floor with a muffled smashing sound, leaving the desk empty. That was until she was laid across it and her ankles rested on some ones shoulders.

With a wild thought Tara realised she had expected Korean penises to be smaller than British ones. The one sliding easily into her sodden cunt was proving that idea untrue. She let her head hang back over the edge of the desk, raising her hands to rest her head and neck on, thus making her joyous breasts point skyward and wobble back and forth in a most gorgeous manner.

Kang Dae was wild with sexual delight. To use an English term, he was shagging the arse off a top rate body and they were both loving it.

He stood on a foot rest to gain height for the best angle. And watched the blood rise on the natural blond's chest and neck as her next orgasm rose up. He slowed to delay her cumming and to send a one word text. 'Amkar'.

The non Korean speaker of the three recipients used Google translate to understand the Korean language (As the Author recommends for the readers full enjoyment). The other two headed for the office.

Kang Dae switched to record video and got some lovely film as the chest reddened, the breasts danced and with a scream to shatter glass, Tara cumming to orgasm and shaking all over like a dropped vibrator.

Chul Il and Sung Hoon heard the scream just as the double doors closed. They rushed to the main office and entered in time to see the shaking sex doll on the desk. They hurried to undress and saw Tara begin too slow her body as she suffered the exquisite agony of her lover continuing to screw her through her orgasm. Then, two seconds after she was still she came again as she was filled with Korean sperm.

Several deep, hard penetrations were taken to empty the ball sack but Tara only felt three as she screamed again and set of through the ride once more. Less intense this time she still shook. Kang Dae withdrew and Sung Hoon waited for stillness before inserting hiis own rod into the blond girl on the desk.

Chul Il placed his rod into the girl's mouth and prayed she wouldn't bite it off if he was too slow when she came next. The two men took a breast each to maul and their boss moved the chair to one side for a better angle to watch from.

Mr Callaghan and Marc, with Helen between them watched with awe through the one way mirror, thankful that the chair was moving to the far side of the desk and not in their way. Helen was knelt on the floor with her mouth on Marc's hard on while Jenny from accounts took care of Mr Callaghan. A select few were stood behind the chairs applauding Marc on his full Trophy wife and kept it up until Tara had received another helping in her quim and one over her face, neck and breasts. Her third body shaking cum was a belter.