PAAG MILF becomes a QoH Whore

Kyoko had developed a... Particular habit, recently. Actually, quite a while ago. Her husband Hiroshi was caring, attentive, good in bed... But awkwardly, there had been one particular night he'd been stuck out working hard, and Kyoko had been SUPER horny. She was a demure woman, but with a real sex drive, and so tentatively, she'd decided to look at some porn. It hadn't done a lot for her, but... It started something.

Six months later, Kyoko's mind had been... Altered, somewhat. Outside, she still wore the same covering, floral print dresses, walking around in floppy hats, simple pumps, and practical handbags. It's true, every dress she wore CLUNG to her thick, wobbling curves like cling film, because she had thighs like hams and asscheeks that protruded from her lower back like perfect perky spheres and SUCKED the fabric of every dress she wore into he ass-cleavage. And her actual cleavage was deep enough to bury a lesser man's head in - And she frequently did, since her husband liked to be dominated somewhat in bed. Kyoko enjoyed it though, and the sex was fine. But the pleasure of masturbating... Had overtaken her. Underneath her dresses, she was always dripping wet, and thinking about porn!

Kyoko had been trying to set up a small business, selling handmade clothes with elegant and 'polite' designs. She'd had some success, but she was spending all her time masturbating instead of sewing, and it was really slowing things down. Ever since the last of her three daughters had left the home, she'd been struggling to find things to do. And so sewing, and masturbating, had become her two big hobbies, alongside keeping the house in shape.

Kyoko came to like a very specific type of porn. She was ashamed, but... Huge white men just RAVAGED asian MILFs like her in a very special way. Asian men, they just... Didn't seem to quite know how. You could always see, even when the actresses were enjoying it with an asian man, it wasn't quite the same as the explosive experience they'd have with a white man. Getting more into the world of porn, she found out about all the top actresses refusing to sleep with asian men when they got big enough, going 'white only'... And some of the more famous white stars.

There was one particular guy, Ben 'X,' he was known as. He was just... Kyoko melted every time she even thought about one of his videos. He was young, chiselled, charming, strong, and had a HUGE FUCKING COCK, and he claimed to know exactly how to put asian bitches in their place.

So when Kyoko found a 'foundation' for 'helping small ethnic businesses' run by someone who looked exactly like him, with the exact same name... Kyoko was just absolutely sure it WASN'T the mechanism by how this white stud found all these wobbling asian MILFs for his videos, and probably wasn't the same guy, because why was a porn actor run a foundation for helping asian women boost their entrepreneurial skills? Kyoko didn't think anything of the necessity of a full body photo, filled in her details, explained her business.

The fact that the guy running this foundation was the heir to the prestigious company where her husband worked didn't make her bat an eyelid! There was no way her favourite pornstar was running this thing she just applied for. That would be too crazy. So Kyoko waited, masturbating frantically to her favourite actors videos, whilst waiting for him- NOT him, this... This OTHER guy to reply. Kyoko was a faithful wife, so she'd obviously never KNOWINGLY meet up with this porn star...

Ever since Ben turned 18, he'd been taking advantage of winning the genetic lottery. His prodigious prick stuffing every hole that throws herself at him. Gaining a reputation for slinging more meat than a butcher, he got his business degree by fucking his way through faculty and class, often at the same time.

After university ended, he needed to find a new stream of endless cunt, and some new cunt to guzzle his stream. He overheard somebody in a coffee shop whinging about the life she'd had. How she'd been forced to live a traditional life. Shamed for her obscene curves and high libido. All Ben had to do was step in and say hi to make her realise how pathetic her attempt at making herself into a slut had been. Minutes later, the whole shop could hear her improving her attempt from the bathroom.

After her (and at least 10 other wobbling skanks), Ben realised he'd found his favourite type of slut. An older woman with too much wasted potential and years of repressed sexuality. And nobody represses their wives like rice dicked yellow boys. Japanese, Chinese, Korean. Even after trying them all out, Ben couldn't tell the difference and didn't ever try to. Just enjoying some of the finest MILF hole on offer, and even more that wasn't.

After some thinking, Ben realised that the easiest way to get what he wanted, would be to make his favourite kind of pussy come to him. Between his near endless cash, near constantly erect cock and his burning desire to make jap girls wobble like some anime gooner bait, he set up a charity. Offering business coaching to anyone from a poor or ethnic background. Of course, what that actually meant was anyone with an oriental look and tits too fat to see her own toes.

It started with one pupil. Eagerly, she talked Ben through her business proposal for an influencer management company. She had years of experience and was working freelance. Now she exclusively makes threesome porn with Ben X, finding the most beautiful pornstars she can to introduce to Ben's "business advice". That first pupil had been the trigger for a tidal wave of repressed Asian housewives to become mind-meltingly obsessed with BWC. His BWC, specifically.

The second wanted to fund a research project about why Asian countries have such low birth rates. She decided against the study, choosing for a more hands on approach. She now runs a parent blog where she talks about raising her 5 white kids on her own.

They kept coming. Each one with her own business plan, something that would no doubt earn decent money. Each time, they'd leave hating their original idea. Instead, begging to be allowed to use his idea which almost always included them getting fucked within an inch of their life on camera.

The latest proposal in Ben's inbox is from Kyoko. Her clothing shop doing well online, but needing money to expand. She makes modest clothing and largely sells to other Asian women. Ben's eyes light up reading the information, and his cock stiffens at the attached photo.

"Hi Kyoko, your proposal looks great, and so do you. I think you'd be a great next project for me. To show you're capable of making high quality clothing, I'll need you to make something brand new for tomorrow. Don't be afraid to make the neckline a little lower. We'll meet at my home, please arrive by 2pm and bring your proposal."

He sent the message and immediately started wondering how to make better use of her business than she had planned.

Kyoko practically squirted at simply receiving a reply from Ben. "W-Wow! That's... Hhahh... Imagine if he was... That Ben haha... That would be crazy..." Kyoko's eyes crossed at the thought. She typed back.

"Thank you so much for replying! Absolutely Mr X, I'll hurry along with a new dress. I can happily alter the neckline as you think fit!"

Kyoko worked harder than she ever had. That low neckline ended up... Well - The caps of her areolae were almost peeking out, as the demure MILF wobbled her thick PAAG booty down that crunchy driveway, marvelling at the huge mansion she was approaching.

"Huh sweetie? Yes, it's my new dress! It's too low cut? Yes, well..." Kyoko had cringed when her husband had watched her jiggling up to him to ask for a lift. "My new business advisor suggested I make them a bit lower, to..." Kyoko scrambled for a reason. "Be more Western~!" More Western was always good.

That was how Kyoko ended up kissing her husband goodbye after he'd driven her to Ben's vast mansion, and left her to jiggle down the driveway on her on, in her little heels, and her still demure, but low cut dark blue floral patterned dress, with beautiful eastern designs. She texted. "I'm here!"

"Ahh! Oh fffuck! God that fat white cock is so fucking biiig!" Kyoko can hear a familiar sound as she approaches the mansion. The only difference being that it's clearly being squealed out from a hoarse throat from somewhere on the first floor. The intelligible words quickly turn to a mixture of moans and screams before dying down. Kyoko, being a shy and polite MILF, blushes to her ears hearing such obscenities. Even if she is a nasty gooning bitch, hearing loud, womb breaking interracial sex IN REAL LIFE is quite something.

Splattering his Asian-wrecking spunk across another one of his 'pupils' when he realises the time. Leaning back against the bed and letting her polish his cock while he catches his breath. "Down in a second" he replies.

"No rush!" The jiggly, shy MILF responds with shaky fingers.

A minute later, the same shrieking sounds can be heard. Once again the words are incoherent, but it's clear what's happening.

Another couple of minutes go by and the large front door springs open. Standing opposite Kyoko is her favourite porn star. His chest bare and shining in the sun, a thin layer of sweat covering his rippling abs. He's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants that cling to his obscene ass buster. She'd seen what it can do countless times. Some even on repeat. Sticking to the huge shaft, clearly still covered in the creamy mess he'd just made.

When the door opens, Kyoko gives a little squeak. Wow... This charitable man Ben Jones really does look Ben X, her favourite porn star! Obviously, her eyes fixate on his bulge immediately, once she's enjoyed ogling his powerful chest.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Kyoko!" He announces with a smile. "I had an emergency meeting with one of my clients, you might have heard?" He asks with a cocky smile.

"I see you're a fan of my other endeavours" he chuckles, recalling the way she'd called him 'mr x' over text.

"H-Hahh? Your... Your other endeavours? A-And what might... Might they be, Mr Jones?" The silly MILF didn't realise her own slip up from earlier. Ben ignored her with a polite smile.

Just as he begins to lead her inside, his previous client staggers down the stairs. Face covered in throat slime, legs trembling and half dressed. She can't help but grin. Looking at you with a hint of jealousy, all she can manage to say is "he's soooo fucking good!" Before she staggers out the door.

Kyoko squeaked shyly as the splattered whore walked past. "U-Uhm- I-" Kyoko goes pink. "Who... A-Ah, I won't ask, I'm sure it's all GDPR..."

"You've definitely dressed for the occasion. Is this one of yours?" He chuckles, openly looking at her cleavage. "Come in, can I get you anything?"

"Y-Yes, this is the new dress you suggested! To show off my craft... Th-Thank you for agreeing to meet me. O-Oh no, please, don't trouble yourself..."

"Oh, are you sure?" Ben smiles, "it really isn't a problem!" Immediately heading to the kitchen and pulling two bottles of water from the fridge. "You look thirsty" he teases with a smirk.

Kyoko misses this insinuation, and smiles innocently. "Well, thank you haha, I was actually quite thirsty..." She took the bottle, and drank.

Once he had her drinking, and calmer, he patted her hip. "Now, Kyoko, there's no need to be coy. I know you've seen my porn. I love to know women like you watch it. I'd hate for people to think I'm smashing Asian shitpipes for the male gaze, you know?" He asks all too casually.

"Really there's far too much taboo around women like you having any kind of sexuality. That's why I'm so glad your clothing is so body positive!" Once again, his hungering eyes wander along her every curve. Sweatpants twitching at the view.

Kyoko went crimson with embarrassment. "H-H-Hahh!! I- I don't- Well! Hnfh, I- I wasn't sure if- If it was you, you see! I just-"

"Oh it's me!" Ben chuckles, nodding with a lascivious grin. She'd seen that grin before. That's the look he gave his partner at the start of every single video he made. Like he already knew the state they'd end up in. Leading the jiggling soon to be cock dependant BWC addict to his office. A large room with an ornate desk in the middle. One she'd seen countless women built just like her bent over and gushing on. "Take a seat!" He insists, perching on the edge of the desk directly in front of her. His thick bulge directly in her face.

Kyoko stammered, shyly. "I-I didn't think you could possibly be the same man! Why... What... What inspired you to start up such a nice charitable enterprise like this...? Hhahh..." Kyoko was squeezing her thick, doughy loves of thighmeat together, her thick mochi cake cheeks still rubbing over each other, tugging her dress with every step.

"Are you kidding?" Ben asks in shock. "I spend hours at a time bringing beautiful women just like you the most pleasure they've felt in their lives, then I put my clothes on and help you girls to do it yourselves!" Ben's eyes once again wandering the MILF's body. "I could show you how similar the two endeavours are, if you'd like? You must have a favourite video of mine you'd love to recreate!" Ben smiles with such a friendly grin that Kyoko could forget his lewd advances are inappropriate.

"H-Hhah, well... U-Uhm..." Kyoko giggled nervously, stammering at the incredibly forward proposition. "I'm... I have a... A husband..." The Asian MILF panted nervously. By all rights she should have slapped him and stormed off! But instead she sat there ovulating, and panting.

Kyoko quivered, her shy smile increasing, as her eyes sparkled with a kind of lustful fear. She was just in sensory overload, being right next to the man she fucked herself silly to every night. She wobbled after him obediently, perching on the edge of the seat... Staring openly at his dick, eyes dilated, little nose huffing in his musk. She was barely in control of her body!

"Jade who just left is a doctor in social sciences. She's researching the stigma attached to interracial relationships, and specifically around how older women whose bodies defy tradition are treated." He continues explaining. "She's desperate to get her name out there to keep working in field research. She's so eager!" He chuckles proudly. As though he's using his wealth for good, and not to weed out the greediest mature yellow cunt he can find.

Kyoko quivered as he eyed her up. "Oooh woww... A... A doctor? G-Gosh! Well- Haha, uhm- That's incredible! It's so amazing the work you do..." She drooled, a little.

"What about you?" He turns his eyes to her beautiful face. Smiling politely. "What made you want to make more revealing clothes for Asian women?"

Kyoko blushed. "More revealing? W-Well! I- I wouldn't quite say that, it was... Hhahh..." Kyoko remembered, this was a business interview! She has to agree! "I mean- I'd never realised that was quite what I was doing! You've explained it very well, Mr Jones~! I just... I wanted..." The MILFs overheated brain scrambled. "I wanted to give asian women living in western countries like me a way... To express their traditional culture, but in a... A modern way! I've just found it hard to get my business off the ground..." Kyoko followed him along demurely, walking with a thin step, one foot in front of the other, keeping her head cast down in embarrassment.

Ben nods, "darling, call me-" he pauses "well, you've seen my videos" he adds, correcting himself. "Call me whatever you like! You've heard what some of my more eager playthings sound like." His casual demeanour hardly disguising his aggressive flirting. "I'm amazed you've struggled frankly" he shakes his head, "I mean, I'd buy and order for everyone I've fucked and all the Asian women I've worked with to create businesses!" Ignoring the fact that those lists are the same. "I mean, look at how much I appreciate the view!" He gestures to his leg where the cock bulge is only getting bigger, demanding Kyoko's attention.

Kyoko literally quivered, hearing him use the word playthings. But his offer really excited her. "W-Wow! Really? Uhm- W-Well I'm glad you like my work so far that much! I..." His comment made her blush even more. "M-Mr Jones, I..." It was all getting a bit much for poor Kyoko.

"It's so good you're keeping true to your heritage too. I've ended a few dynasties myself, being the first white guy that an Asian woman in her family has slept with!" His grin showing exactly how proud he is of that fact. "They'd love something like this so they feel less bad about the way they betray their rice dick boyfriends!" Ben's talk becoming more aggressively lewd the harder he gets.

Kyoko was going red, staring into her lap. "H-Heritage is very important for my business... U-Uhm... N-Nh..."

"And just how... modern are you, Kyoko?" He asks her, eyes looking deep into hers. Commanding her honesty. "I see the ring on your finger. I hope that doesn't mean your husband owns you and your body? A modern woman like you should be allowed to do whatever she needs to thrive!" He assures her, brushing his hand against his cock as he does.

Kyoko squealed at his question, just petrified. "O-Of course he doesn't! I'm-" She sat there quivering, blushing all over, almost panicking she was so horny and torn up inside. "S-Sorry Mr Jones, I'm- I-I- get nervous......?" The thick cheeked MILF wasn't even sure herself what the issue was. Luckily Ben understood how women like her worked perfectly.

Leaning forwards, Ben places a meaty palm on the dainty shoulder of his newest 'business partner'. Looking her in the eyes with a confidence she'd never seen her husband exude, he takes a deep breath, encouraging Kyoko to still herself. "Relax sweetheart. You wouldn't have been invited if I didn't already think you had potential" he explains. "I'm already invested in you, we just have to figure out the money. That won't change" he reassures her. Ben knows how fragile women like her can be in this scenario, having scared off a few of his earlier clientele thanks to an overly forward approach. Now, he loves to push until he finds the limit. Leaving the PAAG of the week quivering in her seat before he backs off. Ready to let her realise exactly what she needs.

Kyoko shook at being touched... Making her panties wet just from a hand on the shoulder. "W-Well, thank you Mr Jones, that's..." She put on a bright smile. "I really can't wait to work with you, Mr Jones!" The beautiful oriental MILF glowed up at him, doe-eyed, behind her thick lashes.

"I totally understand why you're nervous, darling!" He smiles. A dominance that so naturally demands attention. "I've got a plan for our next meeting, why don't you think it over, and if you like it then I'll see you next week?"

Kyoko nodded earnestly to his proposition.

He slowly stands from his desk. Rice-breaker swinging pendulous towards Kyoko for a second before trapped in the fabric of his sweatpants. He steps around the desk and pulls open a drawer before placing an envelope onto the desk. "Here's twenty thousand. No strings attached. You take this money to get yourself started whether you come back or not" he pushes the envelope across the desk. The paper stuffed with enough notes that it hangs open. "If you want my funding and advice, you can come back this time next week. Bring three designs with you that you want to sell, and we'll start to figure out how to get you the attention you deserve!" The sudden change in Ben's approach forcing her attention back to her business. Her thoughts already flooded with him.

Seeingg the envelope, her jaw dropped completely. "Tw-Twenty thousand? I... B-But, I... I couldn't pay all this back! Are- You're really that confident Mr Jones? I'm..." She steeled herself, looking adorably determined. "I-I mean- No! Of- Of course I'll succeed! Especially with your advice Mr Jones! Yes, thank you - I'll make sure to use this well, and..." She shut up to let him speak the moment he opened his mouth. The enormous stud does his best to stifle a laugh. The thought of anyone needing to give him any money back, let alone such a small sum is hilarious to him. He simply shakes his head in a polite nod, letting her know she doesn't need to return the cash.

"I really think that we should focus on women like you. Non-traditional Asian bodies who deserve traditional clothes. Of course, the way you've... westernised the designs..." he smirks, staring at her cleavage for a moment "is important too. Let me see what you can create, model it all for me when you're here next and then we can start to think about contracts."

Kyoko giggled- "Hahaha, uhm- Yes, okay! Non-traditional bodies is a good way of looking at it too... Wow, you have such a mind for these things Mr Jones!" For the first time in her life, in this handsome studs presence, this wobbling asian MILF wasn't ashamed of her thick yellow bootymeat, and fat rice-dough titties. "I'll bring three designs next week! Anything you'd like to see? or... I can use my imagination!"

"I think you've probably seen enough of my work to know exactly what I want to see" Ben announces, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. Her mind racing with title after title. 'BEN X LOVES YELLOW MEAT' 'BEN X AND HIS PET PAAG', 'BEN X LOVES ALL THINGS BIMBO'. Not to mention some of the more specific and degrading titles.

Kyoko went pink. "Hhahh, okay, uhm... Yes Mr Jones. I'll... I'll watch some of your content for inspiration, then. H-Hnfhh. I..." She was about to object... And then just nodded. "Thank you Mr Jones!"

"Oh, and watch my first scene with Sai, she's an incredible Korean woman who's trying to launch her own makeup brand. She suggested we film a scene together and it really helped her pick up some attention. Usually I wouldn't suggest it, but seeing as you're a fan!" He winks. She hadn't ever noticed before, but each time a new woman appears in his videos, she introduces herself. She's interviewed for around 10 minutes with the questions becoming more lewd as the interview goes on until the pair are fucking on camera. Not that Kyoko had ever not skipped that part.

Kyoko blushed. "O-Oh yeah, uhm- I- Hehe~" The gooning PAAG MILF giggled shyly, hiding her face behind her hands. "I saw it already, actually..."

Ben's eyes light up at Kyoko's admission. She doesn't even realise what a filthy gooner she is yet. His lips curling wider and he chuckles. "Then watch it again. This time, pay attention to the first ten minutes before you start to fuck yourself stupid!" He announces. His tone measured and calm. "Unless you can rely on your husband?" He asks, gesturing at the ring. Knowing full well that this was a secret of hers by the way she blushes.

Kyoko nodded. "O-Okay! I- H-Hnfh~!" She blushed, and gently admonished him with a giggle- "That's no way to speak to a married lady, is it Mr Jones?" Kyoko made sure to giggle again, consciously sounding dumb, to make sure she didn't upset this huge stud who'd just given her twenty grand. "W-Well yes, I... I can ask my husband perhaps, uhm..." She turned away, blushing more.

Ben's perfectly sculpted eyebrow begins to raise. Asking a thousand questions of the simpering MILF in front of him before he opens his mouth. "Kyoko!" He cuts through her playful giggle, a stern voice commanding her attention. "You've heard how I speak to married women plenty of times. I know exactly how much they all love it, so there's no need to play coy!" He corrects her swiftly.

Kyoko squeaked as he addressed her so firmly, and she could only squeeze out a meek nod- "Hhahh- Uhm- Uhm- Yeah! S-Sorry Mr Jones- Yes, you know best! Apologies..." She went pink, and nodded hurriedly in agreement, accepting his correction.

"Next time I see you, I want to know your favourite scene of mine too!" Ben adds with a playful wink. Instructing her to indulge in her favourite pastime. "But look at me getting ahead of myself thinking about your potential!" He chuckles, shaking his head "tell me your business plan sweetheart."

Kyoko blushed more. "Hhhahh- Well- Haha- Uhm-" The demure MILF took a deep breath, and sat up straight. "My plan is to buy a much better sewing machine and really high quality fabrics to make a range of pieces, which I wanted to test the market with. Once a few have found success, I'll alter the designs to make sure they're easily manufacturable, and then find a high quality manufacturer to produce them for me so I can sell them, whilst personally designing and testing other pieces based on customer feedback!" She spoke in a totally recited way... And smiled up proudly as she finished her spiel! Wasn't she a clever little MILF~

Ben nods along with her practiced speech. Watching her confidence grow and smiling with her. She'd thought of everything. There might be a brain rattling around in her head after all. He couldn't stop himself though. "So, what happens if there's an import delay? Germany makes the best sewing machines and the price of copper is especially high there at the moment. That means they'll be importing too much to try and balance, so anything exporting out of the country is going to take a while" he explains, smugly sneering at the older woman sat across from him. Lingering just long enough to make her worry before he shakes his head.

Kyoko was totally beaten down by Ben's chat. She shrivelled in her seat. "S-Sorry, uhm-" The cute MILF shut up the moment he spoke again.

"That's exactly what you've got me for. I'll manage logistics. If you need me to help get you anything you need, keep the twenty thousand and buy something nice. I'll just cover the cost of materials for the first few. All you have to do is call should you need it!" He winks, certain that he'd be hearing from her soon.

"Hhahh... Well thank you so much Mr Jones! I- O-Oh! Right- Well- Uhm- Wh-Whatever you think best, Mr Jones! Okay, wow... I..." Kyoko laughed. "I wouldn't know what to spend it on! Uhm- I'll work it out!" She giggled cheerfully.

Already so eager and obedient, Kyoko is flustering with the cash, squirming in her seat before she promises her commitment. Her arm outstretched over the desk, drawing another sneer of derision from her new 'partner' as he took the contract from the table. Leaving her hand hanging in the air. He turns his back on her to file away the contract before turning back to face her with a grin.

"Oh, one last thing before you go?" He adds, just as he's about to stand up. He thumps down a piece of paper. A detailed contract that goes over everything to be expected while working together. "It's just a formality" he explains, sliding it across the table along with a weighty pen. "Just sign on the dotted line, and we'll officially be partners!"

Kyoko sees the paper, and excitedly takes the pen, signing without a seconds hesitation. "It's my pleasure Mr jones! I'm so flattered and honoured you decided to work with me haha, I'm... I'm really going to do my best!" She glows, nervously extending her hand for him to shake, thinking that's how people do business. The thick-bootied PAAG doesn't know about how white men and asian MILFs do business, clearly, as she wiggles her hips absentmindedly.

Having left her handshake unrequited, he paces past the side of the desk to where she's sat. Offering her a hand up out of the chair in case her hips decide to try and take it with her. "I'm not a fan of handshake deals, Kyoko" he explains softly. "Instead, there's a tradition my first ever client started. She said that the best way to make sure that our business went well, was to ensure that we looked forward to seeing each other." He leans against his desk, slowly parting his legs.

The thick-bootied PAAG hurriedly accepted his hand, smiling weakly, and happily jiggled up out of her chair, squeezing Ben's hand tightly. The naive, wobble-cheeked MILF listened closely, flashing a beautiful smile and batting her almond eyes' thick lashes as Ben looked down at her. "H-Hm? Well... That sounds very clever!" Kyoko listened.

Even in the brief moment where her hand was in his, Kyoto's diminutive figure is dwarfed by Ben's western masculinity. Bigger, more powerful, and holding a near unlimited control over the dainty housewife. Yet he holds her hand like that of a princess, guiding her up with the utmost grace. There's no doubt Ben could overpower any number of women, but he wouldn't. He respects their choices, their desires. He's the person that allows them to finally understand their place in the world. Something he conveyed as he looked his most recent addition directly in the eyes.

"She said that she loved sitting in a man's lap. She told me it was her most intimate way to make a promise. Rolling her hips against whoever she wanted to make an agreement with. Since then, each of my clients has chosen her way to look forward to our next meeting. What's yours?"

The MILF gave a little pant of excitement. "Well... Of course, I couldn't break your traditions Mr Jones! That's- Let me sit in your lap, please~! A handshake deal is so... Eastern and old fashioned, you're right! I love how innovative your mind is, Mr Jones, ahahah." She giggled sweetly, and dutifully turned around, shyly perking out her butt, inviting Ben to GRAB her by her plump, breedable hips, and smack her fat asian dumper down onto his throbbing white dick. Kyoko understood she was just a little origami sculpture in Ben's hands. Refined but delicate. Although, her ludicrously FAT bootymeat shows she's a total PAAG fuckdoll, slightly giving lie to the idea that she's somehow delicate. She rises, letting him guide her, blushing and simpering, and the underfucked MILF caught his eye.

"Kyoko, please. Just as the handshake is an outdated formality, so is using my title. Call me Ben, or give me a nickname, just don't feel you need to be so official" his tone calm and reserved. As though he's doing Kyoto a favour. Releasing her further from the struggle of every day life as he strips back one social obligation after another.

"O-Oh, uhm... Yes... Ben." Kyoko's traditional mind forces his first name out of her very untraditional full, fat cock slurping lips.

Given Kyoko's anxiety, and her familiarity with his work, Ben realised that it wouldn't take too much to keep her excited. He drops himself down into the seat Kyoto's ass had just been spilling over. Taking hold of her by the hips and carefully guiding her back. Her plump ass only partially in his lap. The rest, hungrily wrapped around his python of a cock. The huge mass splitting her Asian pudding cups. Kyoko gave a dainty whimper that had undertones of a moan as Ben's ridiculously stacked dick crushed her dress even tighter between her fat spheres of gapeable PAAGfat, and spread them apart, pulsing against her panties.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Ben quickly brings his hands up and gropes her heavy chest. Sighing into her ear, Ben announces "a body like yours is a sign of fertility. If touched during a tradition, it's supposed to bring prosperity to whatever traditional gesture you're taking part in." Ben explains. "So if I want a minor success from a partnership, I do this-" he announces, cupping her chest with one hand. "But we want you to become a millionaire yourself so-" Ben's empty hand reaches to join. Both squeezing her chest and rolling her nipples between his fingers, all the while his semi slowly stiffening.

"H-Hnh!" Kyoko squeaked cutely... And then her whole body quivered as a fat hand GRIPPED and then CRUSHED both of her thick motherly breasts through the blue fabric of her dress, almost popping her tits out of the blue Qipao, making her whine. "H-Hnhanh~ I... I see~! Wow, g-gosh, that... Well that makes sense, yes! I do hope I become a millionaire!! Thank you for bringing me luck, ahahaha~" Kyoko was grinding her thighs together and drooling at this point.

"Is that all you want?" Ben chuckles, squeezing her oversized melon tits. Feeling her thighs desperately pressed together, trying to relieve some of the tension. He finds her nipples buried by her dress and carefully rolls them between his index finger and thumb. Seeing the drool dripping from her bottom lip. "Kyoko, sweetheart, I could make you a millionaire now if I just gave you cash!" Ben sneers. "We're going to make you so much more!"

Kyoko's tits are pretty much out her dress now, her diamond hard little nipples toughened into nubs Ben can pull and twist. "Hahh~ B-Ben! Nfh! My-" She giggled nervously, and bites her bottom lip, slurping up the drool with a blush. "I can't tell him to stop, that will ruin our deal... Dominant men like him just take what they want... I'm not cheating... It's just business..." The desperate little MILF muses to herself. "W-Wow- Well- So much more is good too!" She laughs, blushing.

His groping hands refuse to give her plush MILF body any respite. The feeling of her excitement only causing the divide between her squishy bao buns to become wider as the mammoth white cock of her dreams demands that her body react to it. Kyoko's hips start to adjust, just ever so slightly pressing and grinding against Ben's thickening fucklog splitting her fat PAAG booty apart, throbbing against her pussy through the tightly stretched fabric of her blue qipao.

"What else do you want? I'm sure if I get this just right, we can finish our ritual and it will be almost guaranteed!" He assures her. All as an excuse to preemptively sample the way she wobbles and moans before he changes her life forever.

"Wh-What else?? Well... Well! I- I want asian women like me to feel confident and- Hnfh~! Stylish!" The Katsu Queen MILF smoothed her dress down, frantically trying to find something to do with her hands, with Ben still so roughly playing with her tits like squeeze balls, whilst she was bobbing in his lap, lifted up and down by his fat, twitching cock.

Those are the exact words Ben wants to hear. The throb from between his legs sending shivers up the spine of his simpering yellow prey. Boldly, Ben groped Kyoko's chest again. This time forcing her breasts clear of the restrictive neckline, still doing what it can to contain her wobbling beauty.

Kyoko gave a little whimper as both of her fat MILF tits were roughly popped out of her dress, her favourite white pornstar now possessively groping, twisting and pulling at them. The little MILF gooner was in a fantasy world right now - And Ben could see it on her hot, flushed, needy face.

"Well, you've clearly already managed stylish" he chuckles politely, directly into her ear. "But confident? All covered up like you were when you came in?" Ben tuts. So effortlessly highlighting the soon-to-be Eastern Escort's misconceptions. "Come now, Kyoko!" His laughter gently mocking her. Reminding her why white men control the world. "You've seen enough of my content to know what a confident woman looks like. Taking the pleasure she deserves. Not sitting by like some porcelain doll, doomed to break if she moves without her husband's permission!"

"H-Hnfh~! Well-" The PAAG beauty shrunk as he laughed at her, blushing. Ashamed, she gave a little nod. "Y-Yes, well... Hnfh... I s-suppose I'm... Not very confident, no..." Kyoko bit her bottom lip, panting weakly as he twisted her nipples again.

Ben's meaty hands cover far more of her chest than Kyoko's rather diminutive husband's can. Smothering her tit in his palm like it's his property. "By all means, ask him if you feel you need to. But don't let a man's fragile ego prevent you from inspiring women just like you..." Ben's voice now a hushed whisper. Encouraging her to share the information, but his whispering doing the opposite. Practically demanding her secrecy.

"I-I wouldn't let anything prevent me, Mr Jo- Ben!" Kyoko nodded hurriedly, her body starting to quiver more and more in his lap, bouncing with every twitch of his breeding rod between her FAT thighs. Her custom made blue qipao was now a disshevelled mess on her body.

Finally, Ben moves to stand, sliding his new business partner off of his lap and back onto her feet. "I'd love to stop and spend more time with you now my darling, but I've got another meeting before long and I need to go and set up for filming!" He announces, adoring the sight of his work, having left his partner a mess of excitement. Starting to guide her to his front door.

When he let her go, Kyoko stood up, breathing heavily, and hurriedly shoved her tits back into her top. "Th-That's okay! Uhm- Uh- I'll have those three designs for you for... Whenever you next want to see me!" She nodded, simpering again as she felt his powerful hand on her body leading her out. Quickly, Kyoko texted her husband. "I'm done! Coming out now." Her poor hubby had just been waiting in the car outside.

Heading to the door, Ben's hand sunk down to her wobbling rice cakes. Peeling them apart casually and letting his finger slip between her wobbling dumper's cheeks. Dragging his fingertip over her holes as a promise of what's to come, before opening the door for her. His fingertip carefully pressed to her panties, investigating her wetness. Smiling at her husband when he sees him. The poor man able to make out the shitless stud's massive cock even from the top of the driveway.

"See you next week sweetheart!" Ben smiles at her. The pet name patronising her as he gives her ass a shove, sending her out of his home. "I'll put something up tonight. Make sure you watch it as soon as you can!" He called out with a smirk before kicking the door shut and returning upstairs.

"H-Hanh~! Ben!!" Kyoko squealed as the powerful white alpha's hand so casually GRIPPED her fat bao booty buns, pulling them apart, and hoisting up the hem of her dress to expose the fat yellow meat beneath the blue wrap, his fingers casually plunging between her cheeks and teasing her delicate holes. "D-Don't- My hu-" She shuts up as Ben opens the door, blushing at being walked over to her husband with a hand on her ass.

"S-See you next week, Ben!" Kyoko, blushing, waved goodbye as she stumbled out of his house, nearly falling over- "O-Okay!" She watched him slam the door in her face.

"Wow honey" Kyoko's meek husband simpered, watching her get into the car, her dress disheveled and slightly misplaced. "Was it a good meeting? You look like you enjoyed it" he whimpers, hoping against hope she hadn't done what his mind had rushed to as soon as she got out of the car.

Kyoko turned around, shyly getting into the car with her husband, pulling the hem of her dress lower. She smiles glowingly at him. "Hi babe! Yeah, it was great actually! Ben is super generous, ahahaha-" And then she squeaked, remembering just how generous he had been. "H-He gave me-" She suddenly paused. "S-Some good financing!" Kyoko remembered she'd been told to just spend it on something nice for herself. "I'm gonna make three new designs for next week... I-It's gonna be super hard work!"

Her husband drove her home with an uneasy feeling knotted in his stomach. Squirming in his seat at the thought of her being alone with such a domineering younger man.

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