Bst "rides" Megan the Steed

This story was in no way inspired by any real life persons, and any similarities are 100% completely coincidental. I promise. No cap.

Megan loved a good spit roast, and tonight she was having Korean barbeque.

BST were the biggest boy band in the world. Their name was "별처럼 빛나는 스타들" (Byeolcheoreom Bitnaneun Stadeul), which translates to "Stars Shining Like Stars." The initials BST stand for "별" (Byeol), "스타" (Seuta), and "처럼" (Cheoreom). So many girls worldwide would kill for just a mere passing glance from a single one of the band members, but Megan was now about to meet with all 7.

Megan The Steed was one of the biggest players in the rap game in America. Tall, long legs, with thick hindquarters like a horse, it couldn't have been more obvious how she came up with her stage name. But Koreans have the blood of Mongols, and all Mongols were experts on riding horses, even drinking their horse's milk.

Megan had just stepped down the staircase to her private jet, when her phone started buzzing.

"where r u??"

It was her dusty-ass, overly possessive, soon-to-be ex.

"fuck u dont tell me ur seeing them girly shrimp dick loosers again ill kill them"

"Ahh," she groaned, reading his obnoxious texts, and switched off her phone. She wouldn't need it to call anyone for the next few hours, now that she was finally at the mansion.

Walking inside the white marble building was like walking through the pearly gates. Inside she was greeted by 7 beautiful angels. Meg was in Korean boy heaven.

These 7 men were called the most beautiful men in the world for a reason. Each one of them had a massive cult of followers on their own. Together: they were an unsinkable armada. Like most Asians, all of them could pass as a decade younger, when in reality, the oldest was 31.

BST was waiting for her in the living room, watching her latest music video on a TV so big, it took up an entire wall. Joonkook, the youngest, 27, was the first to greet her, "Megan! About time!"

Cheon Joonkook was the most popular BST member, and for a good reason. He wasn't just the youngest member, but also the cutest. He had a certain boyish charm even his other naturally baby-faced band mates couldn't compete with.

"Hiiii!!" Megan waved to her 7 lovers. Since Joonkook was the first to stand and greet her, he had the pleasure of being the first to kiss her on the lips. This would be the only time all night he wouldn't need to share her lips with another man.

Both stars stood at 5' 10. So with her heels on, Megan actually needed to tilt her head down to lock lips with him. She rested her hands on his broad, muscular shoulders, let her eyes fall shut and deeply savored her first kiss of many for tonight. This passionate kiss lasted several seconds. She tensed up and moaned in his mouth a bit, feeling his hand planted firmly on her ass.

Unlike some of competitors, Megan's caboose was 100% genetics, diet, and exercise, not an ounce of plastic ever touched her. This meant her thang was just as elastic in person as it looked on screen, and it fit perfectly in Joonkook's strong hand. He even let her skirt ride up a bit so he could grip her bare cheek directly.

"Megan, annyeong!" Im Daehyun, the second youngest, more commonly known by his stage name, "U," which stood for "Undefeated," was the second to stand up and greet her. Normally it would be kinda racist to say two Asian people look the same, but in the case of Daehyun, comparing his angelic looks to Joonkook's was a compliment of the highest caliber.

Megan turned to face U, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug and a kiss on the lips. Even though the 7 men would essentially be swapping spit with one another through her, not a single of them would be able to stop themselves from kissing her. The whole time while the two were kissing, Joonkook had not unlatched his fingers from her fat ass. Megan tensed up and breathed sharply through her nose, mid kiss. Daehyun was gripping her other asscheek from beneath the hem of her dress, and squeezing her breast with his other hand.

When the two broke from their kiss, Megan's vision became blurry upon opening her eyes again. With Joonkook and U in front of her, it was like seeing double, in the best way possible. The sunlight shining against the glowing, white marble made the whole room appear like a mirage.

"I missed you, Megan," Joonkook took Megan's hand in his, raising it to his lips for a kiss.

"I think it's fair to say... we all missed, my love," Daehyun kissed her other hand, before rubbing it against his cheek.

Megan was already starting to get light headed from excitement. Right now she was living through every teenage girl's dream, to have the two most handsome members of BST vying for her affection. She already felt like she might faint, but she wasn't even one third of the way done with her greetings yet.

Kim Manjoon, who also went by "RB," or "Rap Beast," was the next to walk up to greet and kiss his lover. "Wassup Steed? I got you something today, Megan," his deep voice made her pussy quiver. Manjoon pulled out the present from his pocket with a massive grin. It was the latest, diamond-studded Rolex.

"Aww! Manjoon! You're so sweet!" Megan fawned and peckered his face with more kisses, leaving his pale cheeks stained auburn brown by her lipstick. She and Manjoon were equally as rich. Megan could easily afford any piece of Jewelry she wanted, but it was the thought that counted. Knowing that Manjoon loved her enough to buy her gifts on a random occasion was enough to make her head spin.

Megan didn't just have 7 fuck buddies in this mansion, she had 7 boyfriends, 7 lovers who would give her the full K-drama treatment. Every single one of these men was loyal enough to die for her sake, and Megan was hogging 7 women's worth of affection all to herself.

"Classic Manjoon, always trying one-up the rest of us!" Ming Yunki, better known as "Sugar," laughed after a swig of soju, and gave his friend a playful nudge. Manjoon just shrugged off his teasing.

"Sugar, it's 4 p.m., you're already drinking?" Megan was surprised.

"Helps me fuck better," the long, black haired stud said with a smirk. Megan's eyes widened. She couldn't help but smile, ear-to-ear, hearing him say that, and needed to pull him in close for an extra sloppy kiss.

The eldest member, Kim Seong-Jun, or just Jun, was the next to greet her. He started with a formal, romantic kiss on the hand, before pulling her in close for an even more romantic kiss on the lips, being sure to get a quality handful of her ass as well. After their kiss was over, Megan leaned her head forward to rest her forehead atop his, affectionately. Jun had just gotten done with his mandatory military service. The whole time he was there, she was so afraid for his safety, afraid that the South Korean dictator might declare war on the North once again.

The remaining two members took her by surprise from behind. On one side, Bak Jomin, wrapped his arm over her shoulder. From the other, "K-Hope," the hope of Korea, Kang Hosung, wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Annyeong, Princess," Jomin greeted her. Megan turned to kiss him, before turning to greet K-Hope with his own kiss as well. Now that she had 7 men's worth of saliva on her lips, it was time for them all to really have fun.

"Feel this," K-Hope placed her hand on his rock-solid bulge through his jeans, "The boys and I were getting so desperate watching your latest music video..."

Megan snickered, "I thought you all would like it..." She started stroking K-Hope's hard dick through his pants. Without being told, she had also begun giving Jomin equal treatment.

Her latest music was filmed at the South Pyongyang Tower, even though the song had nothing to do with North Korea. Megan made sure to include all the things her boyfriends loved: stripteasing, booty shaking, plenty of closeups of her nude body, with only her nipples and pussy remaining covered by her hands. Megan's new music video even had some fully nude, girl-on-girl action, between herself and multiple female background dancers, grinding their naked bodies up against one another. It was borderline pornography. The BST boys must have been watching it on repeat up until she got here. Megan even sent them a BTS (behind the scenes) copy of all the footage, completely uncensored of course, so that her lovers could enjoy her and her fellow dancers grinding and twerking naked in all their feminine glory.

Megan dropped down in an Asian squat, a pose she had grown accustomed to as an honorary Asian. Her short skirt rode up all the waist in the process, leaving her asscheeks completely exposed other than her thong. All of BST unlatched their belts at once, surrounding her on the floor. The tight fabric of their boxers were keeping their North Korean missiles from launching out towards her face immediately. Megan eyed down all her lovers' penises, straining against their underwear, biting her lip eagerly in anticipation.

Like a perfectly synchronized missile strike, the group of trained Korean soldiers unsheathed their golden dragon cocks all at once. Megan's pupils grew to three times their size. It was like 7 hwarang warriors had their spears pointed at her throat. While they weren't all equal in length and girth, not a single one of them was lacking. Megan couldn't even tell who the smallest one was out of the 7, they were all so huge. Every single one of these dicks was more than enough to make her spasm. Even if she could tell which one was the biggest or smallest, she would never disclose that information to anyone, in order to not let down their millions of adoring fangirls, "Soldiers," as they called them.

"Heh, and they say I'M built like a horse... If only they could see you guys," Megan joked.

Megan commenced swapping and sucking. She could only manage three at a time with her mouth and hands. She made sure to get all of her boyfriends' dicks nice and wet.

Jomin's dick slid out of her mouth with a loud pop. She stood back. "So which one of you stallions wants this asshole?"

"Dibs!" Manjoon was the first to call it, instantly.

"Damnit!" Sugar reacted too late.

Manjoon snickered and grabbed a bottle of lube from beside the couch, the non-spermicidal kind.

"Come help me out of this dress, Hotties!" Meg strutted over to the fluffy shag carpet, enticing her boyfriends to join her, gesturing to them with a single finger. Her dress was already halfway off, unable to slide back down her enormous, milk-chocolate-colored cheeks. BST just watched in awe as her thang recoiled with every step. The slightest movement caused a landslide and earthquake downstairs. The first thing she did was kick off her high-heeled shoes. Megan started to lift the hem of her dress on her own before Manjoon came to help her. He lifted the dress over her bust and head, before planting a playful peck on her lips. She snickered, and slid the dress the rest of the way off. Manjoon pulled her in for another kiss and hug. She was now wearing just her bra and panties, and being held tight between his muscular arms felt incredible. She tugged at his shirt while they kissed, desperately wanting to rip it apart, like a candy bar wrapper filled with the sweetest man she'd ever tasted. Jun came up from her side for a group hug, and she turned her head to give him his own kiss. Someone unlatched her bra from behind. Another set of hands slid her thong panties to the floor. Megan was so lost in her kisses, eyes squeezed shut, that she couldn't tell who did it.

The rest of BST had stripped out of their clothes while she was busy kissing Jun. She helped him out of his last piece of clothing. There, the 8 of them stood, in their complete nude glory, 7 Korean angels, and an Earthly fertility goddess.

Meg had already fucked each one of these men countless times by this point, usually multiple at once, but right now was the first time ever she would ever be fucking all 7 of them at the same time. She had made plans to prepare for this day. Megan knelt down, her face was sandwiched between Daehyun's iron abs and Joonkook's. The sensation was heavenly. It was like two washboards grinding against her jaw from either side. Their hard dicks kept poking her in the shoulders the entire time too.

She told Manjoon to lay beneath her on the soft carpet, while she prepared to plant herself atop his golden soldier. Instead of entering the proper position straight away, Meg planted her wet pussy atop his abs instead. She started stroking his dick straight away with two hands, properly slicking him up with lube, while impatiently grinding her wet-ass pussy along his stomach. There was a serious problem with a lack of holes and Megan needed to address it.

"Gentlemen, as you all know, I only have 1 bootyhole, two hands, one mouth, one pair of titties for you to fuck."

"So one of us will have to step out for this one?" Jomin asked.

"Nope," she shook her head, "I've been practicing with two Korean-sized dildos for this day, and I'm pleased to inform you I can now handle two dicks in my pussy at once." Everyone else in the room's eyes lit up. "And one more thing," Megan added, she was already getting so impatient that she was starting to rub her clit with one hand while she stroked Manjoon off, "Throw away those damn condoms!" She motioned to K-Hope who had already started peeling one open. He shrugged and tossed the opened Magnum condom on the floor.

"Is today safe?" the young Joonkook asked innocently.

"Nope... and I'm not on the pill either, no IUD, and no way in hell are we getting the morning after pill..." Throughout their lifetime as performers, these 7 men never had stage fright quite like they did at this exact moment.

Megan the Steed spoke slowly, and clearly, in her deep, but alluringly feminine voice, "I want a Korean baby..." The room fell completely silent, but everyone's dick remained rock solid. She could feel Manjoon's dick twitch in her hand.

After several seconds of silence, Jun was the first to speak, "Megan, you aren't... serious, are you?"

"I'm dead serious," Megan rebutted. Manjoon's cock twitched in her hand again. "I got a fresh egg in the incubator, and right in front of me, 14 jumeokbap, full of Korean sperm. So what are you waiting for? Come give me some." Megan lured her boyfriends in with a seductive tug of her finger.

The remaining six did rock, paper, scissors to decide who would get the first shot at her pussy. Daehyun was lucky enough to be first once again, along with his best friend Joonkook.

Manjoon couldn't wait any longer, and Megan finally let him inside of her ass. His massive dick burrowed its way deep into her guts comfortably. It slid in smooth like butter, thanks to the lube. Megan and Manjoon both let out a mutual groan of pleasure.

Jomin situated himself, awkwardly overtop Megan, nestling his cock right between her breasts. Joonkook did an awkward squat as well, plunging into her pussy while balancing herself on top of her hips, standing next to U, deeper than the rest inside her. The remaining 4 all got on their knees: Jun in one hand, Sugar in the other, K-Hope in her mouth, and U lined up with the entrance to her pussy.

U hesitated a bit, watching Joonkook's ass and balls dangle over the tunnel's opening.

Megan spat out K-Hope's cock temporarily so she could ask him, with concern, "U, what's wrong, Sweetie?"

"Uhh nothing, it's just..." Daehyun responded, "Isn't this kinda gay?"

"So what? People think you two are gay for each other anyway," K-Hope responded, rightfully peeved that his blowjob had been interrupted, "I'll take your spot if you want mine."

That was enough to convince Daehyun. He plunged into Megan's cooch. The sensation of the two cocks pounding into her depths from different angles was completely unique, unlike any other type of sex he had ever experienced before. Especially with RB's cock also pumping into her from the other side of a flesh wall.

As expected of someone with her body type, most of Megan's blood flow centered around her tailbone. This was exactly the reason why she was always so full of life and passion: she was in touch with her Root Chakra. The men of BST were the opposite. As Asians, most of their energy was localized around their brains: their Crown Chakras. The reason that human women evolved to have hips like hers was for one purpose, to safely deliver babies with bigger brains. Their bodies were built for peak compatibility. And right now, 7 geniuses were battling for ownership of her womb.

These 7 North Korean men weren't just beautiful as angels, unrivaled by men from any other nation on Earth, they had divine intelligence to match; the end-result of generations of natural selection. Survival of the fittest shaped these men into the perfect specimen, the worldwide apex of intellect, strength, and beauty.

The 7 shooting stars were indeed sent from heaven above. But if BST were angels blessed with divine intelligence from their Crown Chakras, Megan was the perfect embodiment of the Root Chakra. The energy flowing through her hefty cheeks, through her tailbone, sunk down through her toes into the Earth like roots in the soil. Megan was Mother Nature herself, the physical manifestation of all the Earth's natural beauty, a life-giver. The embodiment of the Earth was now procreating with 7 men sent from heaven. And with BST's angelic sperm, she, the most Earthly woman, would give birth to a new race of Blasian Nephilim.

Megan got high from imagining what raising her future Blasian son would be like, a perfect mix of her tall stature, broad bones, and muscle mass, and his father's lean, toned physique. He would be blessed with his father's gentlemanly face, and seductive personality, and her dark skin, and curly hair. Blessed with both her conquering spirit and energy, her "horsepower," so to speak, and his father's conquering brainpower.

Any Blasian daughter of hers would be certain to be just as beautiful as herself. Perhaps even more so, with the addition of her father's own beauty mixed into her DNA. To inherit both her mother's boundless, energetic, femininity, and her father's polite refinement, would make her the perfect Blasian bride to any North Korean man lucky enough to put a ring on her. And with her mother's birthing hips inherited, she would have a body perfect for conceiving, carrying, and safely delivering a big-brained, Korean genius' multiple babies.

But Megan wasn't lacking in the Crown Chakra department either. She wouldn't be getting gangbanged right now if she wasn't smart. BST were the finest men in the world, it didn't take a Third Eye Chakra to see that. And right now, they were penetrating her Sacral Chakra, the home of all her sexual energy, seizing that energy for themselves. Creampieing her until a genetically perfect, Blasian Nephilim baby would grow inside her Solar Plexus Chakra. Even fucking her Throat Chakra, and her Root-hole Chakra. But most importantly of all, these men had stolen her Heart Chakra. A woman's most valuable possession was now entirely in their shared grasp. 7 Chakras, 7 angelic Korean men, they claimed all of her energy, her mind, her heart, her body, and her soul. These Korean angels had claimed the Earth itself through her. And Megan, Mother Nature, loved being owned by them.

The group of 7 each did most of the work for one another. Thrusting into Megan each from different angles let her grind up against their cocks in ways completely inexperienced by them before. K-Hope didn't even need to thrust, just hold Megan's head in place. Thanks to all of her training, she was able to completely suppress her gag reflex, letting him bury his massive cock in the deepest parts of her throat. Jomin didn't need to thrust either, just make sure his cock was completely submerged in her ample titty meat, and let all the vibrations pleasure him instead.