Chapter 8. The Invitation
I stayed kneeling on the carpet, my chest rising in quick, shaky bursts, my hand resting uselessly between my trembling thighs after bringing myself to a thunderous orgasm. Hot, sticky cum dripped from my face, onto my tits after Darrell and the man performed bukkake on me. I could barely blink through the blur of cum on my lashes and eyelids. I was a mess, and yet, I was smiling.
My lips trembled as I licked the corners of my mouth, tasting the salt of Darrell’s release mixed with the man’s. My tongue darted out for more of their tasty mixture. My heart pounded in my chest, and my skin flushed down to my chest. I was exhausted, exhilarated, and aroused at the same time.
I glanced up into the mirror on the wall, and seeing the five naked onlookers still standing there, stroking their cocks, I slowly, deliberately, and seductively turned to face them.
I faced them eye-to-eye for the first time. They stood in the shadows, stroking themselves nonstop. They watched me intently, their cocks glistening in their fists. The oldest one, the silver fox, met my gaze. He stood unblinking, steady, his hand stroking slowly over his thickened shaft.
My breath caught, and my body trembled as I felt the weight of their gazes. I must be crazy, I thought, but the ache between my thighs screamed otherwise. I loved being seen and desired, but this was raw, untamed, and very new to me. Yet, I was drawn to wanting it, craving more. And there it was, standing in front of me, five times over.
Before I could stop myself, I tilted my head back, and my lips parted as I whispered, “Do you guys want to cum on me too?” My voice shook, but my smile was defiant, daring them to match my hunger.
The room went still for a moment; the air was charged with sexual lust radiating from this group of men. I opened the gates when I asked them to cum on me, my words still ringing in my ears. Did I really say that? Out loud?
But I was smiling now – helpless, incredulous, giddy with adrenaline and arousal. Cum from my chin ran down my neck as I tilted my head back a little more. My lips parted, my cheeks were streaked, my brown eyes were glassy but alight with heat.
The silver fox was the first to move. He stepped forward, his cock glistening in his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. And behind him, the others followed. Five men. Silent. Hard. Closing in on me.
Chapter 9. The Final Session
The air was thick, heavy, humming with nothing but breath and the slick sound of fists stroking cocks. I stayed kneeling, my back was straight, my thighs trembled, my face already a canvas of cum from Darrell and the man. My chest rose in quick, shallow bursts. My right hand reached down to rub my clit as I stared up at the five older men stepping closer.
Part of me couldn’t believe I was on my knees facing five men approaching me with their cocks all aimed at my face. But most of me was filled with hot anticipation of what was yet to come. Every drop of cum clinging to my skin was proof of how far I had fallen, or how far I had risen. I had never felt so shameless, insatiable, and transformed.
Not one of the men spoke to me. In a strange sort of way, they were like zombies closing in on me, fisting their cocks. The silence was worse, or maybe hotter than words could have been. Just the sound of skin slicking under their fists, their steady breathing, the low creak of the floor as they closed in on me.
My mind reeled. Before now, being on my knees in front of five men, eager to have them shower me with cum, was just a nasty fantasy. But after the bukkake I received from Darrell and the man I met in the sex club lounge, I was never more eager for anything in my life.
Fingering my clit with one hand, I reached out with my other hand and grabbed hold of the cock belonging to the silver fox. His cock was long and thick. He had plenty of length to stroke.
A second man stepped up to me and rubbed the cum-dripping head of his cock across my lips. I opened my mouth and immediately took it through my lips. The evening had swallowed me whole, stripping away the part of me that worried about what was normal. In this room, tonight, every eye was locked on me. This madness that I felt growing inside me made sense.
My pulse hammered. I let my fingers slip deeper between my legs, moaning around the cock stuffing my mouth as I worked my clit faster. The men stood around me, stroking their cocks closer to my face, everyone wanting a turn to shove their cock in my mouth. I had to stop stroking myself and use both hands to stroke two cocks at the same time while sucking on the others.
Every man took his turn. The odor of testosterone was heavy in the air. The hot, sweaty, pungent taste of cock and scrotum had permeated my mouth and throat. Each time I switched to the next man, I smiled up at them, and my eyes sparkled as I took them in my mouth. I have always loved sucking cock, and this was like Christmas to me.
“Come on, give me your cum,” I whispered, my voice husky, my lips glistening as I dragged my fingers back down between my thighs.
“Let me help you cum,” one man said, and with the help of the others, they carried me to the bed in the corner of the room, and laid me upon it.
The man who spoke to me crawled between my legs and started licking my hot, wet pussy. Now that I was on my back, hands were claiming my tits, rubbing, squeezing, pulling my nipples, while others who were stroking, neared their cocks to my face, tempting me to suck them. And I did. There wasn’t a moment I didn’t have a cock in my mouth.
The man between my legs licked me over the edge, and I had a tremendous orgasm. During my moment of orgasmic ecstasy, he knelt between my legs, hiked my ass up with his strong hands, and slipped his cock into my pussy.
Darrell and the first man joined in. That made seven men in all.
My tits were being constantly groped, my nipples either sucked, twisted, or pulled. Sometimes someone would bite, twist, or pull on my nipples a little too hard, and it would hurt, but most of the time the sensations were deeply titillating.
Each man took a turn fucking me. Experiencing the different length and thickness of each cock, and the different ways each man fucked me, was something to behold. But no one came inside my pussy. They were all saving their semen for my face.
When the time came, the silver fox moved first. He loomed over me, his cock thick and pulsing in his hand, precum already stringing from the tip. I tilted my chin, with lips parted and eyes wide open, still rubbing my clit furiously as I waited for his release.
He stroked faster and faster. His breath hitched, and his body shivered as a ferocious blast of semen shot from his cock and lashed across my cheekbone, thick and heavy, shocking me with its force. Another blast followed, painting my forehead, sliding warm and wet into my hair. A third blast hit my lips, and I quickly swiped it with my tongue.
The silver fox grunted and groaned throughout his release. His body shook with each shot, covering my face in more places. The sheer volume made me gasp. And with every rope that struck my face, I saw myself as a beautiful female goddess being anointed, worshipped in the only language these men knew. My fingers blurred on my clit with rapid strokes, my moans increased, and the flood of cum showering my face made me realize the thrill of being a cum-loving slut as much as it pleasured me.
By the time the silver fox staggered back, my cheek and forehead were slick with streaks that were already cooling into a clammy chill as fresh ones still ran hot. Cum clung to my lashes in heavy clumps, dragging them down until I blinked through a blur. Trails of cum slid thickly to my chest as I raised up on my elbows, waiting for the next man to paint my face.
The gang of men were no longer taking turns fucking me, but someone took the place of my fingers and started fingering my clit for me, bringing me to an immediate orgasm. He continued to finger and rub my pussy, keeping the heat building between my legs.
The barrel-chested man with broad shoulders and a blood-red cock, stepped up next, pumping his thick, veiny shaft hard. His jaw clenched as he groaned low in his chest. He looked ready to explode. I tilted my face up toward him, giggling softly through my ragged breath, cum already dripping steadily down my chin.
With a guttural grunt, he shot off, and the first spurt landed with an audible splat. The globule was so heavy it made my head jolt back slightly as it landed on top of what the silver fox already applied to my face. Warmth spread instantly across my lips as he aimed for my mouth. My mouth opened with a gasp, and his third thick and tasty rope landed on my tongue. He continued pasting my face as I closed my mouth and savored the sweet, slimy taste and texture of his cum.
Suddenly, a man standing on the opposite side of me shot a stream of semen across my cheek and down my jawline. More followed, heavy ropes across my nose, hairline, even streaking onto my lashes until I was blinking through a curtain of white.
The hot showering of cum continued as each man stepped up. Rope after rope, each one landing thick and heavy, until my entire mouth, cheeks, and neck were streaming with cum. Cum dripped from my chin to my breasts in long, wet strings, pooling in the valley of my cleavage.
I looked down at the sticky mess coating my chest, with strands sliding between my breasts, and something inside me cracked open. I had always wanted to be sought after and desired by men drooling with lust, but this was more than that. This was my surrender, my spectacle, my rebirth.
I was shaking on the inside, half from overstimulation, and half from the intoxicating knowledge that I had become the center of their world. Every groan, every greedy stroke of their fists, every spurt that shot from their cocks, revolved solely around me. I was the most important person in the room. Without me, this would not exist.
The guy stroking my clit and fingering my pussy, was also stroking his cock, and ready to shoot his load. My fingers took the place of his, and I furiously rubbed my clit as he stepped up to paint my face. He plastered my cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. I made myself cum while he was showering me with his thick ropes of semen.
I moaned loudly as my hand once again blurred on my clit. My body shook and shuddered as I rubbed myself harder to keep my orgasm going. I giggled, feeling delirious and light-headed, as sticky strands of cum swung from my jaw as I tried to lick my lips.
I hadn’t had a chance to settle down when two more men moved forward together. I blinked up at them, my vision blurred with cum. Two cocks, opposite of each other, pointed at my face, both pumping fast, their hands slick with spit and precum. I whimpered, half-laughed, still rubbing my clit as I tilted my face up for them.
They came almost simultaneously. One sent a spurt across my jaw and neck, so thick it ran down the side of my neck and puddled in the hollow of my collarbone. The other man shot a rope which jetted across my forehead and streaked through my hair.
I squealed through a moan, giggling helplessly, as more jets hit my cheeks, nose, and lips. It seemed to go on endlessly – both men pumping out torrents of cum. My entire face was drenched; thick rivulets streamed over my cheeks, dripping from my chin and into my cleavage.
I laughed breathlessly between moans, half-hysterical, half ecstatic. It wasn’t just experiencing the dirty thrill of being drowned in cum, but I came to know how much I loved it. I had never felt more exposed, more utterly consumed, than in that moment of ruin.
Each streak across my skin made me shiver harder. I felt the heat spreading through my chest as my body trembled with pleasure. The wet heaviness on my lashes, the stickiness sliding down my cheeks, the shine on my lips – it all left me feeling wild, exhilarated, and impossibly sexy. I had never felt more alive, more beautiful, and more glamorous in a filthy sort of way than I did at that moment.
I have had facials done to me before by a single male, but this was something else. This was like that normal feeling multiplied by a thousand. And it wasn’t quite over yet. Some of the men were potent enough to hit me a again. When they shot off a second time and staggered back, I was almost blind, my lashes clumped together, cum running from my brow to my throat. I rubbed my clit desperately, whimpering, lost in the sheer filth of it.
I thought it was over, but then an 8th man stepped into the room. He had dark hair, was in his late forties, his cock thick in his hand, his strokes fast and urgent. He was already leaking heavily from watching from the doorway. The tip of his cock was glossy, and his eyes were fixed on my ruined face.
I tilted my head, smiling deliriously, giggling through my heavy breaths as I worked my clit as if my life depended on it. He aimed his cock at my mouth.
“Open,” he said.
I giggled again as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. His orgasm broke in a torrent. The first spurt skidded across my tongue. The second, third, and fourth added so much cum in my mouth that it spilt from my lips, and ran down my chin. I moaned hungrily and swallowed what I had. He continued to spurt. Another erupted across my forehead and streaked into my hair. He groaned, stroking harder, ropes falling across my face, throat, and chest, until I was gasping and trembling under the sheer freak show that he was putting on with the unbelievable amount of cum he showered on me.
My hand on my clit finally pushed me to another orgasmic release; this time, I squirted from my cunt. The orgasm ripped through me like nothing I had ever felt. I screamed, raw and feral. I wasn’t just climaxing. I was surrendering to the filth, to the spectacle, to the fact that not just seven, but eight men had used my face to ejaculate on. I laughed through it, delirious, knowing I would never be the same after such a transformative experience.
By the end of the session, I was unrecognizable. My face was buried beneath layers of hot, sticky cum. My hair was plastered with cum. The cum that dripped from my chin was now trickling down my tits. I had never been more drenched. I blinked through the blur on my lashes, half-blind, laughing softly through my shallow, shaky breaths.
A couple of men left the room. I looked around at the men still standing around me, expressing their dirty thoughts to one another and to me, along with gratitude for my participation.
My hand finally stilled between my thighs. My clit was now too sensitive to touch, and my body was still twitching from aftershocks. I licked my lips instinctively, tasting the cum that pasted my lips, moaning faintly at the flavor.
A hot strand of cum slid from my chin to my breast. I giggled breathlessly, shaking my head in disbelief as I regained my senses, realizing how far I had sunken into the slimy depths of my darkest fantasies. I couldn’t believe what I had done, yet I had never experienced anything so shameless, dirty, and thrilling in my life.
My body twitched with another aftershock. My body quivered as more cum dripped steadily down my chest. I was ruined, drenched, glowing. So many emotions were tugging at me as I stayed like that – just letting myself exist in the slimy mess, until Darrell moved toward me.
Chapter 10. The Aftermath
I hadn’t even realized that I was not on the bed any longer, but was kneeling on the carpet next to the bed until Darrell bent down, gently took me under my arms, and helped me up from the carpet. I wobbled unsteadily, barefoot, my toes sticky against the cum that spotted the floor.
I was naked, exposed, my body glistening with streaks and smears. I leaned into Darrell, trembling, cum still dripping from my chin and breasts.
“Come on,” Darrell muttered softly, his voice ragged, half in awe. “You’ve got to see this.”
Darrell guided me to the mirror that dominated the far wall, steadying me with his arm around my waist. I blinked through the blur on my lashes, then used both hands to scoop away the cum clinging to my eyes, smearing it across my cheeks so I could see. What I saw made me gasp.
My reflection stared back at me like a stranger. My pale skin was almost entirely hidden beneath streaks, layers, and globs of cum glistening in the amber light. Thick ropes matted my hair, smeared down my cheeks, and dripped off my chin in long strands. My lips were swollen, shiny, glazed with cum. Mascara was smeared around my eyes and streaked down my cheeks. Cum was pooling between my breasts, trails sliding down my belly, sticky strings clinging to my thighs.
“Oh, my god…” I whispered.
“Yeah. This is fucking insane. Crazy. But…” He let out a sharp laugh, disbelieving, “The hottest thing I’ve seen in my life!”
Darrell raked a hand through his hair, still holding me against his side. “I thought I knew what kind of slut you were,” he muttered, his voice sounding rough, “but this? This is… something else…” he trailed off, staring at my reflection with a look of awe on his face.
I giggled softly, delirious and exhausted, shaking my head in disbelief as another strand of cum slipped from my chin onto my chest.
A voice came from behind us, smooth and calm. “That’s why this room exists.”
We both turned. The same man we met at the bar, who led us to this room, was leaning casually against the wall, still half-dressed, his shirt open, his cock tucked in his pants now. His eyes lingered on my dripping body.
“Sorry, I lied to you. This isn’t the private room that I led you to. This is the bukkake room,” he said. His tone was almost reverent, as his eyes lingered on me. “I saw it in you the moment we met – this hunger in you, maybe you didn’t know it was there.”
My lips parted, with a soft, disbelieving laugh escaping my throat. “You knew?”
He smirked faintly, his eyes glinting. “I wanted to see how far you’d go.” He let the words hang in the air, heavy, deliberate, before muttering one last line and walking away, “And you didn’t disappoint.”
A smile creased my lips. The man was right. I didn’t disappoint. Even more so, I was looking forward to doing it again.
