My First Bukkake
My favorite fantasy? Well don’t judge me, but well, there was one fantasy that I had for a long time. Something that would keep me up at night fingering myself over and over until I was a sticky mess of lust. I had always wanted to be the girl in the middle of a bukkake.
Just a fantasy right? Well, no, not exactly. You see last year, I finally got to do what most people never do. I turned my fantasy into reality.
It started when I got talking to some guy online. Turned out he was a porn producer. I know what you’re thinking, but I knew what I was doing. I knew he was trying to persuade me to star in one of his movies and I knew that was something I didn’t want. But soon we got to talking about fantasies and I let it slip that I really wanted a bukkake, and to my surprise, he said he could arrange it. He said he knew a lot of guys who could help me out, and that it would all be safe, clean and everyone would be tested. So what did he want in return, I asked. Turned out he just wanted to watch. Witnessing a hot young woman get her first bukkake was what turned him on. It was the ideal scenario for both of us.
A week later I booked into the hotel he had suggested and spent a few hours getting ready. I wanted my hair to be perfect and my make-up too. I didn’t have to worry about clothes because I was going to be naked throughout. At the appointed hour, I got a text from him, telling me the guys were ready. My heart began to pound. I replied, with trembling fingers, that I was in room 47.
A few minutes later, the door opened and the room began to fill with men. They were all wearing suits, and seemed kind of nervous. I scanned their faces but couldn’t really take anything in, I was too nervous. Dan, the guy who had arranged it, introduced himself, smiled and asked me if I was ready. I nodded, being too nervous to speak.
As the guys gathered around, Dan adjusted the hotel room lights so there was just one light directly above me, like a spotlight. My heart pounding, my throat dry, I slipped out of my silky negligee and dropped to my knees. The men in the room gathered closer.
The spotlight centered on my kneeling body was bright enough that I could still catch the dark forms gathered in a circle about me. I could feel their presence, rather than seeing them. I closed my eyes to feel the intensity of it even more. I could sense their breathing, their lust, their closeness.
When I opened my eyes I was looking down and all I could see were shoes. Smart, expensive brogues in black and brown, stylish loafers. The edges of the spotlight illuminated their trousers and the expensive-looking material of their suits. I could smell fresh, enticing cologne.
As I felt myself getting hornier and hornier with anticipation, I spread my legs. My nakedness, my vulnerability was so intoxicating. Cool air passed over my swollen labia, and I couldn’t help myself. I reached down to tease my clit, which was already aching for relief.
Almost as one, the faceless men moved forwards, closing in, tightening their circle. My breath started to come harder as I felt myself being overwhelmed with lust. Their eyes drank me in, watching with desire as I offered myself, played with myself. After teasing myself almost to the brink of orgasm, I restrained myself. I placed my hands, palms-up on my spread-eagled thighs.
My bare breasts were jutting out for them to gaze out. I was so proud in those moments of their feminine fullness, and of my rock hard nipples, standing out like bullets.
I could hear their moans of desire in the silence. As I watched, practically panting with desire, I saw strong hands unbuckling belts, undoing buttons, unfastening flies. They closed in around me, their desire was almost tangible. I desperately wanted to touch myself, to give myself sweet release. But I remained in my position, waiting, yearning.
Finally, they began to reveal their cocks, one after the other, pulled out from underwear to the sound of grunts and all pointing at me. Their hot intimacy filled my senses. I gazed lustfully at each one in turn, imagining how each different cock would feel in my mouth as my lips rolled over the head, my tongue snaked through their salty pre-cum.
Thick fingers curled around each fat cock, as they started to stroke themselves to full hardness. I couldn’t help myself at this sight and I began to stroke myself again, feeling the heat radiating from my pussy upwards and outwards, coiling in my stomach, flooding my chest and my face.
My labia was already feeling sticky as I watched them pumping in earnest, as if in response to my arousal. I wanted those cocks inside me, in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth. The thought of it, the thought of being filled to the hilt, pounded and fucked over and over made my pussy wetter and my juices began to leak onto my fingers and onto the carpet of the hotel room floor.
Working themselves into a furious rhythm, the men were gripping their cocks hard. My throat was dry and I could barely make a sound. All I could hear is my breathing, the sound of my fingers working my soaking pussy, the slapping of their hands stroking their cocks, teasing themselves harder and harder, aiming straight at me, as though rehearsing what was to cum.
Suddenly, one of the men began to gasp. His pumping intensified and a thick thread of white cum exploded out of his cock, splattering warmly against my forehead, soiling my hair. Instinctively, I stuck out my tongue and let him pump more of his cum onto it. Hungrily, I took the cum into my mouth, rolling it around inside, letting it coat my tongue.
The sight of this was clearly too much for the man next to him, who shot his load across my cheek and over my right eye. As I gasped, he wiped his still pumping cock all over my face. I could feel a heavy globule of cum over my right eyelid. My face felt wet and slick with it. At the same time another guy exploded with a grunt and I felt a warm shot of cum land on my breasts.
Then there was no holding them back. The next thick hot rope landed across my chest, the sticky goodness shooting across me, splattering my soft skin. They soon started to cum in torrents as though a chain reaction of orgasm had been started. There was so much of it! I glanced down through the curtain of cum that hung from my hair and eyelids to see my body becoming a mess of white sticky cum. What started as isolated nuts and smears of it began to join together and the combined weight caused them to snake down over my breasts, between my spread legs, over my wrist and my fingers, dripping into my own sticky wetness.
My face was soon covered. My eyes squeezed closed, lids thickly coated with the weight of a dozen loads of cum. There were stripes of it over my lips, and under my nose, filling my nostrils with their pungent smell. My hair was ribboned with streams of cum, as though they had decorated me with white bunting. As I felt the cum trickling and drying all over my helpless body, I couldn’t help myself any longer. I worked my clit furiously, the heat overwhelmed me and my thighs clamped together as I felt my orgasm rip through my body. I opened my mouth to scream and tasted only cum.
I lay there for a while, panting and recovering from the intensity of the experience as the guys cleaned themselves and talked, though I couldn’t really focus on any of their conversations. A few minutes later, Dan knelt beside me and smiled.
“How was it?”
“Amazing!” I gasped, “Incredible!”
“Cool,” he said, “Maybe we can do it again some time.”
I nodded. The guys all filed out of the room and there I remained, lying naked in the middle of a hotel room, covered in sticky cum, feeling a deep, warm glow of complete satisfaction.
