I got an unexpected journalistic assignment to the US: a two-day trip to New York. My heart missed a beat when I took the magazine’s call, realising that I would be able to meet my cyber-lover Gary for the first time.
I was slightly flustered as I put down the phone. Should I message him to tell him I was coming? Or think about the girlie items I needed to pack? There was barely thirty-six hours before the flight. I did a mental checklist of the essentials; bra, white fishnets, matching suspenders and my best cream satin panties (the latter, I decided, had to be super-absorbent, in view of the copious anounts of cum which I was hoping my cyber-lover would be splashing over them.) Matching lipstick and nail varnish, plus my beloved Elie Saab scent. I was sure Gary would provide a lovely dildo and some lube.
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I looked pretty stunning as I stepped from the cab outside the apartment block. The driver gave me an old-fashioned look as he spotted my cerise gloss lipstick.
“Have a lovely evening, darling!” He called after me.
Gary was waiting expectantly on the elevator landing. We hugged tenderly, which broke the ice nicely. I gave him the bottle of duty-free bourbon I’d bought at the airport and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Come on in, Nikki. I want you to meet a couple of friends,” Gary remarked.
Friends? And there was little me thinking we’d be ‘a deux’ for our first evening together!
“Jim meet Nikki. Hank meet Nikki. Take a seat darling. Let’s all get acquainted,” said my cyber-lover, more as a gentle suggestion than a manly command.
I dutifully sat on the leather sofa, crossing my legs and allowing my slacks to ride up so that the visitors could see I was wearing white stockings. They looked at each other and smiled knowingly. Gary re-filled my glass with a generous measure. What with the jet lag and the bourbon, I was starting to feel quite light-headed.
My lover gave a nervous cough and looked at his two friends. In his early sixties, Jim was slim, clean-shaven and wearing a smart business suit. Almost certainly a lawyer, I thought. Hirsute Hank, by contrast, looked more of a rugged backwoodsman, with a big array of tattoos along both arms.
“We were wondering, honey,” Garry looked at me enquiringly, “if you’d heard of bukakke, back there in the UK?”
“Oh sure. Why, were you going to suggest we watched some on a porn channel?” I had wanted to add ‘all naked,’ but was too shy.
The lawyer took over.
“Erm, OK,” I replied.
I knew the answer to the next question before I’d even asked it. “And who’s going to be lying spread-eagled naked in the middle of the circle?”
Gary approached with the near-empty litre bottle of Jack Daniels, “Why you of course, Nikki”
I swallowed my third drink down eagerly in one gulp. “OK, well let’s get on with it!”
In no time at all, Gary and his friends were naked and all stroking lovely erections. They even began playing with each other in front of me. I’d left just my panties, stockings and sussies on. Lying on the floor, I slid my panties provocatively down to my thighs, exposing my gurl pussie, which was now sopping wet with pre-cum from my excitement.
I looked up imploringly at the three of them. “Try and cum together, guys. And make sure you shoot lots of that spunk over my titties and nipples, please.”
I didn’t have long to wait for the lovely semen cascade, as three beautiful ropes flew simultaneously through the air. Hank splashed over my titties, as requested; Jim creamed my thighs; and Gary expertly directed a huge load of lovely warm creamy spunk right across my face. Some fell onto my closed eyelids, while the semen on my lipstick-coated lips I soon licked up and swallowed. I rolled onto my side, sexually sated and physically exhausted.
Out of the corner of one eye I saw Gary go to a bureau in the corner of the room. He retrieved a fresh bottle of bourbon and a pink tissue-wrapped box.
He bent forward and offered me a refreshed glass. “Here honey, why not open the box? It’s my special present to you.”
Nervously, I unwrapped it and lifted the lid. The box contained a beautful 8″ pink dildo, realistically marked with raised veins and culminating in an awesome cockhead.
With the remnants of my bukakke shower, I opened my legs and carefully creamed my anus. As Jim and Hank were already eagerly stroking their cocks back to hardness, using their own cum as lube, I had a sneaking suspicion I was going to be gang-banged.
Kneeling on all fours and raising my bottom invitingly, I handed my new dildo to my lover. “Gary darling, will you do me first?”
