A Bukkake Erotic Story
When Sarah wants to live out her bukkake fantasy, her husband, Jason, has no qualms about helping her fulfill it!
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“How many?!” I said, my eyes wide.
“Between fifteen and twenty,” said Jason, a sly smile curling his lips.
“And I’ll be the only woman?”
Jason’s grin spread wider. “Yup,” he said, “all those cocks, just for you.”
I heard my pulse pounding in my ears, and my mouth dried up. It had all seemed easy enough when we’d spoken about it as we watched films together and fucked each other, but now, when it could become a reality, I was a little nervous about the whole thing.
Fantasies were one thing, but to really be the whore at a bukkake party was another.
“I’m not sure,” I said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “Let me think about it.”
Jason sat opposite me and laughed. “Come on, Sarah,” he said, “it’s always been your fantasy. I thought you’d jump at the chance.”
He was right. It had always been my fantasy, ever since I’d watched my first bukkake film, I’d been obsessed with what it would feel like to be fucked by lots of men and have them all empty their loads over me.
I loved the feeling of cum on my skin and the taste in my mouth, and I had really wanted to experience the feeling of being absolutely covered with it.
Now it was on offer, I was more nervous than I thought I would be.
“How did you find these men, Jason?” I said, twirling a long strand of hair between finger and thumb.
“The magic of the internet,” he said, looking pleased with himself. “There’s a forum I’ve joined. The guys are always looking for open minded women like you.”
“Cum sluts you mean,” I smiled.
“If you want to put it like that, then yes. Dirty little cum sluts.”
My pussy tingled and my nipples hardened. I loved being called names.
I stared at my husband. “And you’re sure you can handle watching it?”
“Fuck yeah,” he laughed, “I’ll be at the front of the queue to empty myself on your whore face.”
I slipped a hand under the table and slid it under my skirt. My panties were damp under my fingers as I found my hard clit beneath the fabric.
I shuddered as I applied pressure, and shifted in my seat.
“Mmmm,” I murmured, “I think you’ve persuaded me.”
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