[M4F] Kpop Semen Hunters

It had all seemed so straightforward when Bobby had explained it. A sudden, unannounced whirlwind tour abroad would be just what the girls needed after their dramatic split and reunion that culminated in the special effects extravaganza with the Saja Boys, who suspiciously disappeared without a trace after the event.

The girls had bigger things to worry about than silly police "questions" and "accusations" from fans of the now defunct boy band. They had a new album to work on while also promoting their current one to a wider audience! Kpop was a global phenomenon now, after all.

To that end, Bobby had rushed them to their airport while he played interference with various detectives and officials, where they were hastily introduced to "Robby", a tall white man who would act as their manager while they were abroad.

The meeting had been stuff and formal, with the girls barely exchanging words with the man, only disbelieving glances at each other as they were swiftly pushed onto the private jet. It was only after their new manager, "Robby" was slumbering quietly in his chair, an eye mask hiding his eyes, that the girls seemed to spring into action, all three leaning over the back of his chair to stair down and over this new acquisition.

As one, all three girls inhaled deeply through their noses, slipping into a momentary zen as their olfactory senses processed what was before them, releasing a sensation of bliss deep into the primitive cave woman center of their brains.

"He smells goooood," Zooey chirped in a hushed voice, before indignantly demanding the answer, "Why does he smell so good?!"

"Check him for patterns!" Mira hissed quietly, summoning her Gok-do, and expertly wielding it as if it were a scalpel to plink off the top three buttons from his dress shirt.

Rumi rolled her eyes, uncomfortably aware her own markings that she no longer hid from her friends, "Having patterns doesn't make you bad, Mira, didn't we just figure that out with Jinu and-"

Rumi cut herself off as all three stared down at the sleeping man's now revealed chest. Zooey giggled, with Mira letting out a dumb little chuckle, all three girls lapsing into a drooling dreamlike smile's as they softly chorused, "Abs..."

Snapping back to reality, Rumi's gaze dipped down further and she grabbed both Mira's and Zoey's heads, pushing their eyeline down to spy what she had discovered.

A crazed smile passed over Mira's lips as all three gazed in shock at the bulge bulking out the pant leg of Robbie's dress pants.

"He is a demon," Mira remarked, definite admiration and desire colouring her voice.

Zoey grinned nervously, trying to rationalise the situation. She was born in the US, and she had thought she was familiar with white guys, her mind was making frantic revisions, questioning what she thought she knew.

"Maybe he's just carrying a gun, I mean a bazooka, or a really big banana, or a python, or -" Zoey suggested, working herself into a ramble before Rumi cut her off with a finger pressed to her lips.

Before she could interject, Mira spoke again.

"It's kind of weird, but I feel like I'm being objectified just being near him." She admitted in a rare display of shared emotion before adding, "...But I like it."

The other two girls didn't respond, but their body language betrayed similar feelings.

"Girls, we can't let this get to us!" Rumi declared in a stage whisper that seemingly didn't wake the man in front of them.

They all looked at each other and nodded, regaining composure and looking to each other with reaffirmed purpose. Rumi's fist slapped into her other hand to emphasise her next words.

"We don't let... Him... Tear us apart. We don't fight over him! We are a team. We do these shows, work on new songs for our album, then get back and strengthen the honmoon!" She announced to the other two before they each punched the sky in unison.

One week later...

The penthouse was trashed and the smell of sex persisted in the air. They'd done a show the previous night and the after party had careened so far out of control that one might be forgiven for thinking that there had been dozens of people throwing a raging celebration rather than just the four it had actually been.

Mira let out a long, low, almost mindless moan as one of her legs draped over the back of the leather couch and the other strayed across the length of the leather back cushions. Cum oozed out of her pussy and asshole as her muscles clenched and spasmed, still in orgasm. Her eyes were rolled in the back of her head and it was clear that she was completely tapped out.

Similarly, Zoey occupied the ground near her, her head on the ground while her back had been propped up against the couch, her legs dangling over her head, still quivering relentlessly in a way that someone might have thought was a seizure if not for the random dumb giggling that erupted from her wide grinning mouth. Like Mira, it was clear she had been thoroughly defeated, as her detached thousand years stare tried to pierce the roof.

The only one left was Rumi, who had been pinned In a mating press on the coffee table, her voice hoarse as she swore loudly in Korean each time that thick white cock pounded into her tight little Asian cunt. She reached around Robbie, her nails digging into his back as he jackhammers her eager snatch with an enthusiasm she'd never experienced.

Within moments the sounds of their love making grew wet and sloppy with lewd sounds of flesh slapping together. This wasnt the first time they'd fucked that night, and she still had the taste of his white cock in her mouth as she howled, her toes spreading wide as she experienced her latest orgasm that synchronised with his own. Her belly burned with the warmth of his hot sticky seed as it flooded her, and she held onto him tightly, not wanting to let the large white man go.

In the midst of her orgasm her hands left his back and gripped his face so that his eyes met hers.

"I want you to meet Celine!" She shouted, not thinking about what she was saying, before going limp but for the twitching that echoed around her body as the pleasure overtook her completely.

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Kinks: Anal, Assertive women, Submissive women, MILFS, D/s, BDSM, body mods (tattoos/piercings), humiliation/degradation, non-con, dubcon, sloppy oral, rimjobs, breathplay, corruption, porn addiction/gooning, outfit control, nose hooks, bdsm masks, latex, feminization/bimbofication, bondage, mental conditioning, body writing, alcohol/drug play, being recorded, public play/exhibitionism, ENF/CMNF, petplay, kissing, spitplay, cumplay, excessive cum, condom play, watersports, throat slime, raceplay, faithplay, orientation play, age gaps, snuff, objectification, violence, TPE, abuse, cock worship, and more.

Limits... No scat, no vore, no furry.

Okay, this was mainly just an excuse to use the title because for some reason I find it hilarious. The movie was pretty good as well. But really what I'm looking for is some good old fashioned WMAF raceplay. It can be mean and objectifying, it can be soft, affectionate, and objectifying. Whatever. I like Asian women, and it's kind of hot when Asian women like and/or encourage that kind of attention and even have their own objectifying enjoyment of white guys.

So if this idea doesn't strike you, bring your own and pitch it.