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Bukket Ch. 01

By: PoisonedEve



It started when I picked up a porn DVD from a store. It was a DVD of cumshots compilations. I am not the type to frequent sex shops and the reason is either I am too embarrassed or lack the guts to do it or more possibly both. But this was not a sex shop. It was a simple DVD rental with a huge inclination towards pornography. The porn section was undoubtedly the biggest in the shop and the other sections were also rather suggestive. Regular films were littered with soft porn or erotic themed movies.

This was naturally not the first time I was renting an adult movie. I was not that much innocent. I had done it quite a few times when I was younger. At that time it was more for fun. Then I married and settled down and for obvious reasons the need to see other people having sex diminished gradually. At times Alec would bring such DVDs and we would both enjoy it together. 

But things have changed since then and once again - I do not know after how many years - I was standing in a porn DVD rental and wishing I had the guts to take one home. When I had walked into the store I had no plans for adult movies. I just wanted a couple of movies for the weekend. But then I found myself drawn to this section. And here I was, holding a cumshots compilation in my hand.

The situation was complicated. I had gone to meet a book distributor for my book store. He was a big guy and I was the owner of a little bookstore. I wanted to cut a concession with him and had made it a point to appear like a seasoned businesswoman. It had not worked as I never even got to see the man himself and the whole communication was carried out through his secretary. I was allowed a concession, but not because of my business manners but because he knew I would not be able to afford anything higher. I was happy that I got the discount but humiliated that the man did not even allow me to enter his office and made it clear through his secretary that the number of books I would sell was so negligible that a discount hardly mattered to him. But mostly I was embarrassed with my attire. I had put on the quintessential white blouse with black skirt and pearl necklace and I have clearly seen the secretary's smug smile when she looked at the fake pearls. Simultaneously cursing and congratulating myself, I had decided to rent movies for the weekend.

Standing in front of the DVDs I was keenly aware of how mismatch my appearance was with the situation. Albeit cheap, it was still nothing but a business attire and I had polished myself as much as I could for the interview. The whole getup had crumbled in that carpeted corporate office but here in a porn video store it stuck out like a sore thumb.

And that was not the only problem. There was no way I could pass as a starry-eyed young girl looking for some excitement. I have left that age long back. A mid-thirty woman in a business suit picking up porn DVDs? 

"Why can't she?" I asked myself. But a cumshots compilation? Now, that was way too kinky. 

That I finally managed to gather the courage to rent the DVD was entirely due to the fact that there was a woman sitting at the counter. The best I could hope for. I had also taken three other movies. I went up to the counter and put the DVDs in front of her. The porn DVD was at the bottom. She issued the three movie DVDs without a second glance. Then she picked up the porn DVD and looked at me. My insides turned into ice and my face felt extremely hot. But the woman hardly cared. She said in a bored voice,

"This one is one of our rare DVDs. You need to give some contact information before renting it."

Contact information? That was the last thing I wanted. Should I put it back? But that will look even more odd. But before I could do anything, she had already taken out a little printed form. She pushed it in front of me and handed over a pen. I looked down at it. They want my name, address, age, marital status, phone number and email ID. I could not believe it. "Why do you need these?" I asked her. Without saying a word she pointed at the email ID with her long painted nails. I still stood there undecided. Finally she got bored with me and turned the form towards herself. 

"We will write the name as Mary Smith. Fine?" she said. I nodded. "We will leave the address blank. But we need the age." She looked up at me. "Thirty four," I said. And then added as she was about to look up again, "Married. But why do you need that?" She just shrugged and pointed at the contact details, "We will be needing something there Lady." I thought about it. Phone was out of question. Finally I wrote down an email ID which was created some years ago for online chatting and which did not show my name.

Finally I was out of the shop with the DVDs in my bag. The whole affair with the form bugged me. I just could not understand why would a video store need my marital status. And why age? Shouldn't it be enough that I am above 18? But apart from that there was something else that was not right. I could not put my finger on it, but there was something missing on that form. Somehow it did not look complete.

I came back home and changed. Then I went down and opened my bookstore. Eight months ago I had added a few tables in the store and installed a coffee machine in the hope that it would attract booklovers. It attracted lovers all right. The only difference was everybody would take a book or a magazine and keep it open on the table. I understood everything but did not tell them off. They were generating revenue after all and sometimes books were sold as well. But I hated them all the same. These young guys and their young chicks. 

As I sat there I thought about what Alec would have said if he knew about the DVD. We were not living together anymore but we were still married. None of us were very keen on the subject of divorce. Alec was living in another town for the last two years and we used to meet once every fortnight or so. Somehow this strategy kept the marriage intact. Alec did not talk about divorce and I was not going to be the one suggesting it. I also realized that I would not have told him about the DVD. 

I closed shop at 8 p.m. and came back upstairs. I had dinner and then switched on the computer to check my mails.

I found the following mail:

Dear Mrs. Smith, I am writing from the video store you visited today. As you were informed by our employee, you have rented a rare DVD. We would be much obliged if you could give us a short feedback on the film. This would help us in expanding our stock. Sincerest Regard, Rob Jonas

I sat motionless for nearly five minutes and read the mail nearly ten times before I could accept the fact that a video store was really asking feedback on a porn DVD. Both intrigued and confused, I got up and put the DVD on the player. I flopped down on the couch and made myself comfortable.

The film ran for nearly an hour. I had very mixed feelings while I watched it. It was after ages that I was watching porn alone. And on top of that this was not the usual pornography. At times I felt it very repetitive and at times I liked it. Some of the shots were quite interesting. I could see the semen running down the girls' bodies. At times I almost felt like something stirred inside me. But then I was going without sex for more than a week now and after all this was porn. After the film got over I ran it again and watched some of the interesting shots once again. Finally I took it out of the player and planned to watch it once again tomorrow before I return it.

As I got up, I remembered the mail. They had asked for feedback. I did not see any harm in dropping a line as feedback. I wrote,

It was quite interesting. Thank you.

Not two minutes passed before my computer gave a signal. I have got a reply!

Thank you for your feedback. Would you like to watch more films on the same topic?

Would I? I wrote,

Maybe.

Reply was immediate.

If you come to the store tomorrow, you would find another DVD with the lady at the counter.

Not knowing what to say I just wrote: Thank you.

I visited the shop in the afternoon. The woman at the counter gave me a cursory glance and took out a DVD from under the counter. I gave back the old one and took the new one. No questions were asked.

Once again I switched on the computer after dinner and a mail was waiting for me.

Nice to see your interest in this art. Watch this film for half hour and then tell me how you like it. Be truthful. Please.

I put on the film and started watching. It was same as yesterday. I was feeling a bit more excited than yesterday but the reason was not the film. It was entirely due to the mails. After half hour I paused it and sat in front of the computer. I thought what to write. He had asked my true opinion. So I wrote:

It is like the other film. I think I like it.

Reply was instant.

Do you like cumshots?

Did I? I must be! Or else why did I pick up these films? 

I believe I do. Although I must say I do not find the films something very special.

The reply came instantly.

Imagine yourself in that scenario. Watch the rest and tell me. I will wait.

I thought about writing a reply and saying I am done with it. But finally I thought about giving it a try. I looked at the paused screen. A woman was kneeling on the floor looking up. The man was holding his dick in his hand. I tried to imagine myself sitting like that looking at the dick. I pushed play. The man was stroking his dick and the woman was looking expectantly. Could I look like that? Then the man came. Three streams of white ejaculate landed on the woman's face. My face? The man rubbed his dick on her face. Now her face was smeared with the jizz. Next scene. The man came straight into the young girl's mouth. She swallowed half of it. She licked her lips. In one instant the taste came to my memory. Yes the taste was the biggest turn on for me. One big reason I enjoyed cumshots. That and the feeling of drying semen on my skin. But I got so few cumshots in life!

After 20 minutes the film ended. I came back to reality. My heart was beating like a drum. My skin was almost glowing with heat. I could feel the adrenalin flowing through my veins. After how long? How many years?

I got up and sat down in front of the computer. What to write?

Thank you! It was unbelievable! Can I keep the DVD for one more day?

Reply came:

You can keep it as long as you want. Come down to the store tomorrow. There will be more for you.

My reply was short.

I will. Thank you.

When I went to the store the woman gave me a strange look but did not say anything. Silently she gave me a package of DVDs. I came home and counted them. There were seven. And there was a mail waiting.

Seven films for seven days. I will be away this week. Write to me next Saturday.

As I went through the days I realized how much addicted I had become. Throughout the day I would only keep looking at the watch. Twice I closed the shop one hour earlier than regular. Then I would sit down on my couch and put on the DVD of the day. This time there were many variations on the same theme. One film was only about guys shooting their jizz on boobs. In another the women were forced to suck the dick. Sometimes they almost gagged. In another they swallowed and licked every drop of cum that landed on them.

This was getting more and more difficult for me. Alec was away and would not be able to meet me this fortnight. I had no way of relief. But I was almost always thinking about sex. On top of that I had to endure the lovebirds in my store every day. They were all in their early twenties and they thought their only duty is to get cozy with their partner at every opportunity. I still could not say anything as they were my customers. Money matters.

On the Saturday I was ready for his mail.

Apologies for the long absence. Hope you have enjoyed the films.

I was totally frank this time.

They were wonderful. Thanks! Can I get more?

This time the reply was not the usual.

Meet me tomorrow at 3 p.m. Come to the store and ask for me. 

Bukket Ch. 02



I reached the store exactly at 3. The woman at the counter showed me a door at the side of the store. I knocked and entered. A man in mid-thirties was sitting behind a table. He rose and came towards me as I entered.

"Rob. Rob Jonas," he shook my hand. "Pleased to meet you."

I just smiled and sat on a chair drawn by him. He took his seat as well. I silently took out the DVDs from my handbag and put them on the table. For some reason I found it difficult to look up to him.

"You can keep them longer if you want," said Rob. "However, I would be much obliged if you tell me your real name."

I knew this would come. I had also decided that I should tell him my name. He had already seen me and already knew a lot of private stuff about me.

"Evelyn," I replied, looking at the table.

"Evelyn." He tasted the name on his tongue. "Only Evelyn?"

"Evelyn Dalehood."

"Thank you! Now Mrs. Dalehood..."

"Please call me Evelyn." I stopped him on his track. I simply did not want to be called by Alec's name here. Whatever I am doing here, it is me and myself who was involved in it. It was me, the individual me and not the wife of Alec Dalehood. His name should not be dragged in this connection.

The smile on his face was all too understanding. Then he took out a piece of paper from a drawer and I saw it was the form I was asked to fill on the first day. He wrote my name on it. Then said,

"Now may we have the address?" I sat there undecided. He said, "We could send films directly to your place, you know."

Oh, anyway they could find my address! I pulled the form towards me and wrote it down. As I looked at the now almost filled up form I suddenly saw what was amiss. That day I had the feeling that it was incomplete. Now I could see it. There was no field for gender. The person was not asked to write male or female. That could mean only one thing.

"This," I showed him the form, "this is only for women. You do not give it to the guys."

"True. Very true."

"Why only women?"

"Not only women, but women of your age group," he said. "Between 32 to 35, to be precise."

"Being married is also a criteria, I guess."

"Sure it is!" he said. "So you see...Evelyn...you fit the bill perfectly."

Yes I could see that clearly. I was bang in the middle of their target group. But before I could say anything, he had moved on,

"What do you do for a living, Evelyn?"

"I run a bookstore. There is a café too."

"I see. So you have people reading books in front of you whole day."

"I wish!" I said with feeling. "The café is always full of students. They always come in pairs and have only one thing in mind. If you know what I mean."

"Oh I do! Then why don't you try to get rid of them? Turn it into a booklovers club or something?"

"Wish I had that many book loving customers." I said.

He smiled too. Then said, "I hope my movies have helped you to unwind a little."

"Oh sure!" I smiled too. "Do you have any more?" I tried to sound casual.

"Yes." He replied thoughtfully. "I have something a bit stronger." He took out a DVD from a shelf behind him and placed it on the table. "This is a bukkake film. Know what that is?"

I vaguely remembered hearing the name. But I could not remember what it actually was. I told him so. He replied,

"Many men ejaculating over one woman. That is called bukkake."

Now I remembered. I had heard about it all right. I said, "Oh yes I think I have heard about it. It goes with some gangbang or such things, right?" I laughed.

"It does not have to go with anything else," was all that he said. Then he simply pushed the DVD towards me and said, "You can watch it here in the next room. It is empty and there is a TV set."

As I picked up the DVD and was about to rise, he said, "Just a minute. I have one last question."

I looked at him. He looked back straight at me and asked, "What do you like most in a cumshot, Evelyn?"

Color rose to my cheeks. I was not going to talk about such things with this man. But he was waiting very patiently.

"Surely you have had it sometimes?" he prodded again.

"Yes," was all I said.

"So what did you like the most?" He asked again.

I saw there was no avoiding the question. "The taste," I murmured and got up. He got up too and opened another door, went in and switched on the TV set. He took the DVD from me and put it on the player.

"As usual, try to imagine yourself in her place," he said and left.

I sat down on the single chair as the film started. There was a mid-twenties girl sitting on a floor and playing with herself and there were...I could not believe my eyes! I blinked and looked again. There were at least 30 men standing there. My jaw must have dropped to the floor. I was sitting on the edge of the seat. The girl stopped playing with her body and knelt on the floor. The men came forward and one of them shot immediately onto her face. She licked it off. The second one came on his heel. Then the third one. I could not breath properly. This girl just had three cumshots on her face in less than thirty seconds. I could not even dare to imagine myself in her place. When I looked at the number of men waiting in queue I thought I would faint. Is she really going to take so much? I couldn't even see it! After I think the eighth shot I had started to shut my eyes when the shots landed on her face. How can somebody take so much of sperm?

After about fifteen shots the girl was semi drenched in jizz. I decided it was enough for me. I jumped up and opened the door. I came out into Rob's office. He was sitting behind the table. I felt mildly disoriented. I grabbed the edge of the table for support.

I waited for my breathing rate to come down to allow me to speak. Finally I just muttered, "I can't see it. This is too much. I...just...can't." He did not say a word. There was an awkward pause. Then I said, "I should go now," and walked out.

I came home in a state of trance. As this was a Sunday, my store was closed. It was a relief for me, as I was in no mental state to face people. I came home, kicked my shoes and went straight into the bedroom. I collapsed on the bed still clutching my handbag. After a while I slept off. When I awoke, it was evening. I was still wearing the denim trouser and the sweater I had put on before leaving. I got up and slipped out of the clothes. I took a cold bath, changed and made coffee. I also realized that I felt rather empty for some reasons. Finally I went out and had a long walk to nowhere in particular.

I slept badly that night. I did not expect anything else. I woke up and made breakfast mechanically. I felt depressed. I almost felt like a kid whose new toy had been taken away forever.

At 10 a.m. I opened my shop and stepped out to check my mails. I stood in front of the box for nearly five minutes holding the only mail I had received. It was a DVD of a bukkake film. As I stepped back into the shop I felt like dark clouds were moving away from my mind. I felt exhilarated. I felt like a kid. I clutched the DVD and sat down on a chair. I sat for a long time and got up only when the first customer arrived.

The day seemed to be infinitely long. Finally I could take it no more and closed shop one hour earlier. I went up and put the DVD straight into the player. Dinner can wait. The film was exactly like the one the day before and my reaction was also exactly same. After twenty minutes the TV was off and I was walking restlessly around my apartment with a bottle of cold water in my hand.

I was not surprised when I took out another DVD from the postbox the next day. I had almost expected it. The same was repeated on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. And yet I did not manage to sit through a single movie.

Why is this happening? I asked myself a thousand times. I found out that I could watch them if I could manage to watch them indifferently. Not really paying attention. But as soon as I imagined myself in the scenario, the whole world fell apart around me. And putting myself in the scenario had become such a habit for me that I would always end up doing it.

If I could not even imagine it, how were the girls in the movies coping with it? By now I had already watched no less than ten movies and in none of them did the girl show any kind of panic. What was the reason? Or is it only me? Was something special about me?

Now the last question suddenly took a new dimension. For a few moments I sat there like a statue as thoughts and questions and answeres streaked through my brain. They had nothing to do with bukkake. This time I was pondering about all that had happened to me in the last couple of weeks.

The more I thought about it, the more unreal it seemed. I had only wanted to rent a cumshots DVD. And I was asked to fill up a form. Which, as I had discovered later, were only meant for mid-thirties female customers. Why only women of this age? What type of a survey was this? I was such an idiot that I didn't even ask him about it. And then there came a mail asking for feedback. And the person on the other side did not mind replying to a customer's mail at 10 p.m. on a Friday night. What survey could be this important?

Then from the next day onwards a special arrangement was made, so that I could simply pick up the films from the cashier. And then I was asked to meet the person in his office and he offered me films on bukkake.

I had walked out. And yet DVDs had arrived.

I realized that I was still in possession of all the DVDs I had watched. They never asked me to give them back.

I also realized that they were not asking for payments. I have not paid for a single DVD as yet.

Stupid, idiot, blind...that is what I was. I had led myself to believe that this was just some feedback survey or some incredibly good customer service that I had somehow hit upon. In reality I had been the stupidest woman on earth.

Rob Jonas's words echoed in my mind: "You fit the bill perfectly." I had accepted this remark without a single question. But what did he mean? What bill? Whose bill?

Why am I being offered such exclusive service? Why me? What is so special about me?

Finally I got up and switched on the computer. This was Friday and no mails had come since I had walked out of the store. I opened a new mail and wrote. 

Dear Mr. Jonas,

Thank you for all that you have done for me over the last weeks. However, I am afraid that the time has come for some clarifications.

I am in possession of thirteen DVDs from your stores. I have not paid the rent for any of them and I was not even asked to pay. In other words the DVDs were not rented out to me, but they were given as gifts. In addition you had taken time to suggest and select movies for me even though I neither asked for it nor expected it.

Please do not tell me that this is about any survey or some customer service. I will not believe it. Also do not try to tell me that you are doing the same to every female customer of my age, because I know that is not true. Whatever you are doing, you are doing only for me.

Mr. Jonas, I implore you to tell me why you have selected me. What is so special about me? And more importantly, please tell me what you want from me.

Regards,

Evelyn 

I read the mail many times before I hit the send button. This time the reply was not immediate. I waited for more than an hour before I went to bed. Sleep did not come naturally these days. But I have got used to it.

I woke up early in the morning. To my surprise a reply was waiting for me. But it was short.

Keep the Sunday afternoon free. I will pick you up from your home at 2 p.m. You will have all your answers.

Why the hell does he need to pick me up from home? I only wanted some answers. Why do I need to go somewhere? But I had to wait till Sunday to find it.



Bukket Ch. 03



Saturday dragged on endlessly. I kept the shop opened till 11 p.m. just to keep me busy. I would have probably kept it open longer, but my customers were getting more and more 'involved' with every passing hour. At the end it seemed like I was the only person present in the room who was not kissing or fondling somebody. Finally I gave up.

Sunday morning was even more intolerable. As I had no idea where I would be going, I could not even anticipate anything. I didn't know if I should be excited or afraid. I also didn't know what I should wear. 

Finally it was the time to get dressed and go down. I put on a grey sweater and a dark blue skirt. Rob came five minutes after two. I got onto his car and he drove on without saying a word. Finally I asked,

"Where are we going?"

"Not very far."

That was all that he said. I asked him a couple of times more and then gave up. I would just have to wait and see. The car reached the seaside. Finally Rob parked in front of an apartment building facing the sea. He got down and went into the lobby. I followed him silently. We stepped into the elevator and he pressed the button for the top floor. As we came out onto the foyer there were three doors facing us. Rob knocked the one on the right side.

A man in a grey suit opened the door. We stepped inside. 

It was a fabulous apartment. There were big windows facing the sea. It was tastefully furnished. We walked into a spacious living room with a balcony opening onto the sea. A man in his shirtsleeves was sitting on a sofa. He rose as we approached him. Both men shook hands with me and asked me to take a seat. I sat down on a couch facing the sofa.

"May I offer you something to drink, Mrs. Dalehood?" said the man in shirtsleeves.

"Evelyn, Please," said I. Then added, "and a glass of water would be nice."

He put down a glass of water on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa opposite to me.

"Well Mrs. Evelyn, thanks for..." he started.

"Only Evelyn will do," I interrupted. He looked at me curiously and then continued,

"As you wish. Anyway, thank you for coming down. Now if you have no objection, let us get straight to the point and save precious time." He continued without bothering to check if I actually had any objection, "Me and my colleague here are representatives of an organization which hosts adult shows." He paused and looked at me.

I looked back at him. I had not understood what he had wanted to mean. He read my expression correctly and added, "We are talking pornography here."

"Oh! Ok." I said.

"Recently we had been searching for women who would like to participate actively in our sex shows and we found you as a suitable candidate."

"Excuse me?" I blurted out. I was not sure I had heard him correctly.

He repeated the exact same sentence again.

This time I knew I had heard him correctly. My jaw dropped. I was speechless. Nobody spoke. All eyes were on me. Finally I blurted,

"What do you mean by that?"

"We would like you to take part in our show." He explained again. 

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I looked down at my hands on my lap and said in a tone which I hoped would sound firm, "I am afraid you are mistaken. I am not that type."

"I see," his voice was completely flat, "But we thought you were inclined towards some specific sexual fetishes."

"No, I am not!" My voice had gone one step higher. "I am a completely normal person with completely normal inclinations. Sexual or otherwise."

"So you deny having any kind of sexual fetishes?" His face was totally impassive.

"Absolutely." Now I had found the firmness in my voice. This charade has to be finished here and now.

"But these reports say otherwise." He said casually and picked up a folder from the table.

"Reports? What reports?" My confidence faltered as I looked at the printed sheets in the folder.

"Reports on you," he said, "Based on information we gathered over the last couple of weeks."

I looked at him incredulously. It did not cause any change on his facial expression. Finally I said, "You had been spying on me?"

"We were gathering information about you, yes."

Blood flew onto my face. I jumped up. "YOU WERE SPYING ON ME!" I was screaming now, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! IT'S...IT'S ILLEGAL!"

He simply leaned back on the sofa and looked up calmly at me. The man in the grey suit spoke for the first time, "What is illegal?"

I looked at him and blurted, "This...this spying on me...gathering information about my personal life...this is illegal. You can't do this! This is not...permitted!" 

"Tell me please, Madam," the man in grey suit said with a calm voice, "in which State does the law forbid a person from making enquiries about a fellow citizen?"

I did not know what to say.

"Please sit down, Mrs. Evelyn," said the man in shirtsleeves. "Apologies. Evelyn." He added as I looked at him.

I sat down after a moment of deliberation and drank water from the glass. The man in shirtsleeves continued, "So we were talking about the reports here. It seems that you had dated a number of guys before you met Mr. Alec Dalehood. You had physical relations with most of them. Two of them recall that you had confessed to them...during moments of intimacy...that you found it a big turn on when a man ejaculates on your face."

I sat like a statue. He continued calmly, "Once you also had a one night stand with the brother of the guy you were dating. He was a married man. You had made a condition before you allowed him to sleep with you. The condition was that he would have to cum in your mouth. But unfortunately...he did not manage that."

"How...how did you..?" I whispered.

"That is beside the point. The fact remains that you showed a very strong inclination towards cumshots. On another occasion...in a drunken state...you had confessed in front of a group of friends that the taste of semen was the only thing that can take you over the edge. Once again..."

"Stop! Stop right now!" I shouted. "I don't want any more of this. I have had enough of you!"

The man in the grey suit took a step forward and said, "Please calm down, Mrs. Dalehood. We are..."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" I was on my feet again. Now nearly hysteric. "I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go. Please let me go! PLEASE!"

There was silence for a moment as I stood there panting and three pairs of eyes were watching me keenly. Then the man in the grey suit spoke,

"But surely, Evelyn, we are not holding you by force. You can walk out anytime you want. We will not stop you and we will not pursue you. In fact you will never ever hear from us again."

"Sit down, Evelyn." Rob had spoken for the first time. "Nobody is going to harm you."

I remained standing and refused to look at any of them. I was looking resolutely at the floor. I did not know what to think.

"Evelyn," said the man in shirtsleeves, "sometimes one has to face the unwanted truth. I believe that it would eventually help you if you would listen to our reports and our analyses about your personality."

"You have analyzed me?" I could not keep quite anymore.

"Certainly we have."

Who were these men? They were utterly professional. How on Earth could they find so much about me in two weeks?

Very deep down I was intrigued. I was both curious and afraid of what was yet to come. But somehow I found that I lacked the strength to walk out on these men. So I sat down again.

The man on the shirtsleeves continued as if there had been no interruption.

"So from these reports we can safely assume that you once had a very strong liking for cumshots. Till you were twenty two. Things changed after that. You moved away from your hometown and came to the city. When small town girls come to big cities, they usually tend to open up more in regard to sexuality. However, for you it was the exact opposite. Since you moved to this city twelve years ago, there had never been any reference...not a single reference till date...of you confessing or even talking about your special interests. One can say that you had grown out of your fetish."

He stopped and looked at me. I looked down. "Would you say that you had grown out of your fetish?" he asked softly.

"Preferences can change over time," I mumbled. "They changed for me."

"Was this change intentional?"

"No...I mean it just happened. All that I had done...or said earlier felt too cheap. It just happened over time."

"It was not planned?"

"No!" I said exasperatedly. "It was a natural progression!"

"Then maybe you could explain," he continued in the same flat voice, "why, after three years you advised your female roommate to give up her wild habits and turn into a 'good lady' so that she could be capable of finding a rich man to marry? A 'fat fish' was the term you used. You had also told her that these fat fishes only flirt with 'chicks' but when they marry, they marry the 'good ladies'."

I sat stock still. He looked up again at me and said, "One can safely assume that you had purposefully...deliberately...buried your desires in order to appear as a suitable bride for a rich man," he paused a little and said, "A feat that you eventually achieved. Alec Dalehood is a corporate lawyer. Is he not?"

I only nodded.

"You got married when you were twenty eight," he continued. "For six years you lived in this city as a single woman, having occasional relationships. Two of the people you dated during this period say that they found you to be a shy, demure and innocent girl. So one can say that your image makeover was complete. But they said something else too. Both of these guys claimed that you were stiff and rigid in bed. It seemed to them that you were almost afraid of the act. And Evelyn, both of them have confided that you could never be brought to an orgasm.

"I think we know the reason. Even though you had changed your habits and had actually started to believe in your image, somewhere deep down you knew what you needed to get that orgasm. And you knew that would not come. Naturally you were afraid and stiff and rigid."

My hands were shaking on my lap. A small part of my mind wanted to know why I was going through this humiliation in the hands of complete strangers. I could simply get up and leave. But I could not. And even if these guys were strangers, they knew everything about me. 

"And then you married Mr. Alec Dalehood." He was looking at the papers in his hands. "Three years later he was seeing another woman. One year later you were separated. Marital failures are complicated business and I am sure there were many domestic issues involved in it, but at the core of it all was it not again your inhibitions? Nothing had changed and you were still rigid and stiff and knew that nothing would change. Now which man could put up with a woman who seemed to be afraid of sex even three years after marriage? Did you really blame him when he took a lover?"

It was not a question. He knew the answer. Finally he put down the folder onto the glass table and sat back on the sofa. He looked at me and said, "Now we have come to the final phase...I mean the current phase...from the time of your separation till today. For these two years you have lived alone running a bookstore. And there are two significant...incidents...which show everything one needs to see. First is your refusal to file for divorce and second is your abnormal hatred towards the customers who frequent your café. 

"Why didn't you ask for divorce? You could get a nice settlement." I did not answer. "Okay I will try to answer myself. You did not file for it so that you could remain...even if only on records...the legal wife to an established lawyer. This is the title you wanted, didn't you? A rich man's wife? Well he did not protest, as he did not have to pay and did not matter to him in the least. He also might just be showing off his wedding ring wherever it matters. And you would like to show it off everywhere as the brightest crown to your lady-image. 

"And that is why, Evelyn, you cannot bear it when we call you as 'Mrs. Dalehood'. Because Mrs. Dalehood does not go to porn stores, does not know what cumshots are and definitely does not make acquaintances with people like us. So it had to be only 'Evelyn'. You will never ever allow these activities to be associated with Mrs. Dalehood. Am I right?"

He did not get any answer. So he just shrugged and said, "Well it's your wish! And now to the other incident. You opened a café for booklovers and it turned into a lovers' nest. Nobody can say how these things happen, but this image has stuck. You did your best to avoid it. You had even hiked the prices to discourage the students from coming. But that did not work. And how you hated them! You saw them kissing and fondling and sometime outright fore playing right in front of your eyes. These people had a very active sex life. They, unlike you Evelyn, could enjoy orgasms. This shows that even as Mrs. Dalehood, you knew what you were. So you just sat there and hated them. And you knew that they knew it too. Many of them have actually guessed the reason. But then they had given you the worst possible treatment in return. They ignore you completely. And you know that.

"And when was the last time you had an orgasm, Evelyn? Not in the last twelve years. You really needed the taste of cum to push you over the edge. Since that had stopped, you were on the edge perpetually. 

"You have lived in a state of self-imposed denial for twelve years.

"And now we are offering you a way out of it."

There was silence. I felt strangely naked. They had stripped me inside out. Even unconsciously my hands came up to cover my breasts. 

I brought myself forcefully back to reality. These men will not say anything more. They are waiting for my response. I tried to speak but my voice was choked. I cleared my throat and said, "What type of show is this?"

"A bukkake show," was the simple answer.

It took me a few seconds to comprehend the situation. Then I realized that I was being asked to take part in a bukkake. I realized that my hands were ice cold. 

"When is that?" I whispered looking at the table.

"A month away," he said. "And it is a special show. We will take you to the location. And you will have to stay in the location for three days."

"Three days?" I asked incredulously. The man in shirtsleeves looked at the man in grey suit. And this time it was he who answered,

"Yes. Three days. We can assure you that no bodily harm will be done to you during these three days. We can also assure that no part of your body or face will bear signs or marks. At the end of three days we will bring you back home. 

"You will have to sign a contract. We will prepare a contract and take it to your home for you to sign."

I nodded, still looking at the table. Now the man in shirtsleeves sat forward in the sofa and said softly, "Evelyn..".

I looked up. He simply asked, "Yes or no?" 

I wanted to scream, cry, shout. All I did was to hide my face in my hands. I sat like that for ages. Or maybe for seconds. I tried to collect my thoughts. Yes or no? It has to be my decision. Nobody will take this decision for me. Do I want it? Do I want to take part in a bukkake? Do I want to smell, touch, taste cum after so many years? Do I want to be covered, drenched, bathed in cum?

I lowered my hands from my face and looked at him. "Yes," I said.



Bukket Ch. 04



They had said that they would come at 10 p.m. I was going to sign the contract. At 9 p.m. I closed the café and the store for customers but kept the lights on. I sat there trying to read a magazine. A car stopped in front of my house a couple of minutes after 10. This time there were three persons. There was Rob. Then there was the man in grey suit. He was still wearing the same grey suit. And the third person was a woman. She was dressed casually. 

We sat in the café. The man in grey suit took out some papers from his briefcase. He gave one to me. I read through the legal gibberish. He helped me at times. All the time he kept writing on a pad. Finally when I was through, he tore the page from the pad and pushed it in front of me.

"This is the same thing in plain English," he said. "It was important that you read the original contract. Now you can have a look at this. This sums up the whole thing in points. I must say that I had to use your full name. But this is a legal document. It has to be this way."

I nodded and looked at the paper. I found the following text:

This is a contract between Mrs. Evelyn Dalehood and the F&F Corp. By signing the contract Mrs. Evelyn Dalehood declares and agrees to the fact,

- that she is going to take part in an adult show arranged by the F&F Corp. and that the theme of the show is bukkake where multiple male participants will ejaculate on her face and body

- that she understands that during the show she might need to undress completely

- that she would participate in this show in a location selected by the F&F Corp.

- that she would remain in that location for minimum thirty six hours

- that she would not be allowed to leave the location during the show

- that she would be expected to follow each and every instruction given to her without objection during the show

- that there would be a preparatory phase of three weeks starting from the day she signs this contract

- that she would follow any and evey instruction given to her during these three weeks.

By signing this contract F&F Corp. declares,

- that they will accept Evelyn Dalehood as the female lead participant in their next event

- that no physical injury will be done to her

- that the events organized by F&F Corp. will not leave any mark or sign on her body and face after the completion of thirty six hours

- that she will be suitably compensated for her service 

I gave out a long breath. "Compensated?" I asked.

"You can leave that to us," said the man in grey suit. "We will let you know when the time comes. Please rest assured that it will be suitable to you."

Suitable? I didn't even think about money. It never occurred to me that I could earn money this way. This was a new direction to things and I was too occupied with other things to think about it now. So I asked another question,

"Preparatory phase?"

Now the woman answered, "Yes. It starts from today. If you sign it today, that is. We will ask you to carry out some regular menial tasks. No hassles. The only thing is, you can't say no. That is, again, if you sign the contract."

"Now, Evelyn, there is one last thing I have to say. This is the last point in the contract. You might not have understood the legal terms. So I would tell you in plain English. It says that once you sign this contract, you will have no right to cancel or even alter this contract. Your participation in this event can be ruled out only in the event of your demise or severe medical condition. But again in that case the F&F Corp. remains the sole agency to have the authority to decide if you are fit to participate or not. 

"You must have also noticed the conditions during the preparatory phase and during the show. You will have to follow our instructions. Not following them will not be an option for you. 

"Which means, that once you sign the contract, you are fully committed. You cannot walk away from this anymore. And also by signing this contract you will give up your freewill and will become a property of the F&F Corp. This remains till the show ends."

The shock must have been visible on my face. He gave me a reassuring smile and said, "Please do not forget the fact that by signing the same contract the F&F Corp. promises to see to it that no physical damage of any kind is done to you."

"Please give me a few minutes," was all I said. I got up, opened the door and stepped into the street. The cool breeze was refreshing. I tried to measure up the situation.

If I sign it, they own me. If I sign it, I cannot say no anymore. If I sign it, I will be subjected to bukkake. 

I was a jumble of mixed emotions. I never expected to see a contract like this. Even I could understand that this was no regular porn show.

My God! What are they planning to do with me?

I was scared. I knew I was afraid.

At the same time I felt something stirring in me. A tingling of anticipation. The very thought that I would be completely powerless to resist sent ripples through my spine. 

I walked in, sat down, took the pen and signed the contract.

Now I could not change my mind anymore. I have become a property.

The man in grey suit placed the papers back in the briefcase. He and Rob got up. He said, "We will wait in the car, while Tiffany needs to discuss some things with you."

Both men left the house. The woman called Tiffany turned towards me and placed a bag on the table. She took out a few bottles out of it.

"Lotions, shower gels and shampoos," she said. "You will use them regularly from now on."

"I have my own..." I tried to protest.

"This is what you will use from now on." There was a finality in her voice. Then she took out a paper. "Your diet chart. You will follow this from tomorrow."

"Diet chart?" now I was really surprised. "What you want me to get skinny in three weeks?"

"Not skinny," she said. "Look at it first. There is nothing to make you thinner. It's the exact opposite. You are a curvy woman, Evelyn, and we want to keep it that way. This is to ensure that you remain exactly the way you are now. Most of the guys will find you mouth-watering," she said matter-of-factly.

I blushed. "Anything else?" I asked to change the topic.

"Yes. I need your measurements." She had already taken out a tape. "We will need to get some dresses ready for you."

She measured me meticulously. At times it was embarrassing. I had never been measured like this before. But then she was an absolute professional and knew exactly what she was doing. Finally she shook my hand and left.

The three weeks were misery. Premonition and anticipation burned me simultaneously. I tried to watch the bukkake films twice. And still I could not watch it for more than ten minutes. It was like a red hot iron which I just could not hold on to.

How the hell was I going to survive a bukkake in real life?

And this was the thought that had taken away my sleep. Now I knew I was going to be a recipient in a bukkake and there was no escape from it. I will just have to go through it.

I was using the shampoo and the lotions regularly. I found them to be better than any brand I had tried earlier. After ten days my skin was glowing. Same had happened to my hair. I am a brunette and I never color my hair. I like the raven black look. When I was young, I used to have short hair. But then Alec liked long hair and I had simply let it grow and kept it long even after he left. In the last two years it had actually reached my waist. It was not easy to maintain and I had almost decided to cut it short.

But then I had gone to the video store. And everything had changed.

And now I was not allowed to do anything with it without their permission. 

Finally the day came. I was informed that I would be picked up at the middle of the night; 2 a.m. to be precise. I was surprised but I didn't say anything.

I was ready by 1. My heart had long since given up its normal beating. It was in full throttle now. I practically walked round and round in circles for the last one hour. I had dressed myself in casual as they had asked me to. I was wearing denim trousers and a sweater. At two I could not wait anymore and came out onto the street. I heard a car approaching. With trembling fingers I locked my house and to my great surprise an ambulance stopped in front of me.

A man stepped down from the front cabin and came towards me. 

"Hello!" he shook my hand. "Get on to the back, if you please."

Without saying a word I went round to the back of the ambulance. The door opened and I found a woman in a nurse's uniform. I climbed in. The ambulance started.

"Hi!" she said, "Please lie down."

"Why?" I couldn't help asking.

"You are not supposed to know where you are going. I am going to put you in sleep."

I did not make any effort to lie down. I said instead, "Why don't you just keep the curtains drawn? I won't be able to see anything that way."

She smiled. "But still you would have some idea. I would give you a dose so that you would sleep for ten hours straight and wake up only after you have reached. Then you will never know if you are ten minutes away from home or ten hours."

I could not think of a suitable reply. I conceded and lied down. I felt the needle pricking my skin. And then darkness enveloped me.

I woke up in a room which looked much like a hotel room. Only there were no windows. There was a clock on the bedside table. It said 3 p.m.

I had slept for 11 hours.



Bukket Ch. 05



I was still wearing the same clothes. I got up from the bed. There was a small coffee table next to a couch. Some food was kept on the table: salad, bread, fruits. But I felt too groggy to feel hungry.

I went to the attached bath. To my delight there was a bathtub. I ran a hot bath and sank into it. 

I spent nearly an hour in the bath. It took away the sleepiness and invigorated me. I also realized that I was hungry. 

I came out of the bath and dried myself. Then I put on my clothes and sat down on the couch next to the coffee table. I took time eating. There was also a thermos filled with coffee. 

I poured some coffee into the cup and got up. I tried the door but it was locked. I didn't expect anything else. Then I discovered a package in the cupboard. I opened it. There were clothes inside. There was also a short printed note. It asked me to change into the clothes that were there in the package and leave my clothes on the floor in the bathroom.

I opened the package and took out the contents. It was a peculiar combination to say the least. There was a white t-shirt and a beige knee-length skirt with a black waistband. There was a white lacey bra and white panties, also lacey. Then there were a pair of white cotton socks and -- I found it very odd -- a pair of white elbow length gloves. Who wears gloves with t-shirts? 

I knew that I would be given some dress. Tiffany had told me that. But I was not expecting this. I was sure that I would be given some skimpy hugging clothes which would reveal things more than hiding them. The last thing I expected was a perfect crewneck t-shirt and a knee-length skirt. Even my hands and feet were going to be covered by the gloves and the socks.

I sat down on the bed and examined the items. But there is only so much one can do by looking at clothes. Finally I decided that there was nothing left to do but to put them on.

I got up and started to undress. I felt rather silly when I had removed everything. It felt almost embarrassing to stand naked in this unfamiliar room. With a tingle in my spine I remembered that I didn't even know where this place was. I picked up the panties and pulled them on.

It was a fine piece of lingerie. It had felt good in my fingers but it felt even better against my body. I was not much used to wearing lacey undergarments. And this one was a perfect fit. I had a suspicion that it was tailor made for me. Few of my own panties felt so comfortable.

The bra felt like it was grown on me. This time I had no doubts that it was indeed tailor made. I moved in front of the mirror. It did not only feel good, it also had a fabulous look. There was no ribbons, only cotton and lace. It looked utterly classy. 

While I could not say that I had a heavy frame, I was not particularly thin either. But these undergarments complimented my figure in the best way I had seen so far. Instead of making me look slimmer, they had given me a full-bodied appeal. I was also endowed with a most sensual cleavage.

I could live for days on end without the slightest bit of discomfort in these undergarments. I wondered if they would let me take them home. Then I suddenly had a thought. I looked for the tag in the panties. When I found it a smile appeared on my face. It was a small white tag with 'Evelyn' written in red letters. These guys surely knew how to flatter!

I had expected the t-shirt to be a perfect fit and it did not disappoint me. The material was thin and light. It was very slightly stretchable and hugged my body in the exact way I would like it to.

The next was the skirt. It was a high waist vintage beige skirt with a black waistband. It was the type where the t-shirt had to be tucked into the skirt. It was a light comfortable piece. I slipped into the skirt and tucked the t-shirt carefully into it. 

I pulled on the socks. As long as I was standing not an inch of skin could be seen on my legs. I picked up the gloves and slipped my hands into them. They reached up to my elbows. My upper arm was bare as the t-shirt was a short sleeved one. I looked for shoes. And could not find any. I searched everywhere but there were no shoes. Apart from a pair of bedroom slippers the only other footwear were my own shoes. I left them where they were for the time being. The room was carpeted and I would not need shoes right now.

There was nothing left to do but wait. There were no books, no TV, no magazines. There was nothing to kill some time with. It was 5 p.m. on the bedside clock and I had no idea how long I would have to wait.

Most of the time I found myself standing in front of the mirror. I had never thought that I could look so sexy. The clothes had fit me so comfortably that all my movements had become fluid and almost graceful. 

The front of the bra was almost entirely made by lace. The part that was in contact with the areola and the nipple was all lace. Same was true for the crotch of the panties. The whole outfit made me both look and feel utterly feminine.

But one can admire herself for only so long. Soon I was restless. Nothing was happening. Minutes stretched into hours. And then finally I heard footsteps and a key was inserted into the lock. I looked at the watch. It was a little after 9 p.m. 

The door opened and a woman entered. "Hi!' she said. 

"Hello!" I replied. The woman was wearing a denim micro mini and a tank top. "Who is going for the show?" I asked myself, "She or me?"

As I stood up from the couch she looked at me from head to feet. I could see naked admiration on her eyes. Was she a lesbian? But she had already moved on to work. She picked up my clothes from the bed and carried them to the bathroom. Then she took out a cosmetics box from her bag and said, "You need to be done up a bit. Just the most basic stuff." 

And it was basic. She tied my hair in a simple bun and fixed it with pins. Then she wiped my face with a wet tissue and applied some mascara and eye liner to my eyes and finished with some lip gloss. 

"That will do," she said as she stood up. And before I could open my mouth, she was gone.

I stood in the middle of the room. She had not locked the door. I thought about opening it but then gave up and simply sat on the bed. After about five minutes the door opened the same woman walked in.

"Time to go," she said, holding the door open.

I stood up and suddenly I was afraid. I felt dizzy. I felt like I was walking to a firing squad. I held onto the table and steadied myself. I kept telling myself that there was no other way but to go for it now. If I do not go then they will drag me forcefully. But still for one instance I missed my bookstore terribly.

The woman was standing quietly. I pulled myself together and said the first thing that came to my mind, "I...I do not have shoes."

"You won't be needing them much. For the time being you can use them." She indicated the bedroom slippers.

Silently I slipped them on and walked out of the room.

She took me straight to an elevator at the end of the corridor. We went down two stories and then the elevator stopped. We both came out. She opened the double doors right opposite the elevators. I followed her and walked into a hall.

The first thing that cought my attention was that it was extremely crowded. I stood undecided at the door as every single head turned towards me. I felt a shuffling beside me and saw that the woman went out of the hall and closed the door. When I turned my face back to the hall I found a man walking towards me. 

He came to me and gave his hand. "Good Evening!" he said. I shook hands with him. "Please come," he said. I followed him and reached an end of the big room. There was a raised platform there. A wooden pole stood near the back of the platform. There was a little empty space behind the platform where some boxes were stored.

He led me onto the platform and faced the crowd in front of us. I turned towards the crowd automatically.

"Guys...here she is!" he said with a dramatic gesture. There was an ear shattering sound of clapping and applauses.

I could not believe what I was seeing. There were at least three times as many people as I have seen in the movies. Here were more than hundred. The crowd was a mixture of people from various ethnicities and backgrounds. 

Were all of them going to cum on me?

"I bet you guys can't wait anymore," he told the crowd. Crowd roared. "I thought so," he continued, "so let me just get on with the preparation fast."

He turned to me and said, "I am sure you would like to get started. There is just one thing we need to do before we start. You see, bukkake is all about cumming on face. Loads of cum on the eyes or on the face can sometimes cause discomforts and the recipient often tries to remove it with her fingers. Now, we don't like that. We don't like that at all. Cum stays where it lands. And if it has to move it will trace its own path. That's our philosophy. Unfortunately, there is a nasty thing called instinct and it makes women raise their fingers to their faces, even if we had told them not to. We absolutely do not want that to happen and so we often put physical restraints on the recipient." 

He paused. I looked at him dumbly. He understood.

"I am going to tie your hands behind your back," he said.



Bukket Ch. 06



I felt numb. Nothing came out of my mouth.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the back of the platform. He took a cushion from a side table and placed it in front of the wooden pole. "Please kneel on it," he told me.

My mind had stopped working. I did what he asked. I knelt on the cushion facing the crowd. The sole of my feet was touching the pole.

He moved to the side table and I turned to see him. He picked up a long white strip of what looked like a silk ribbon and came back to me.

Our eyes met for a second and I could see that any kind of resistance was pointless. This was a hard man with cold eyes. He would not stop to think twice before he hit me.

He held my ankles and pushed them together. I lost balance and nearly fell forward. I somehow balanced myself by placing both hands on the floor. The crowd jeered. He took the slippers out of my feet and threw them away. Then he grabbed my ankles and started tying them together with the ribbon. 

I was in a trance. I was simply following his instructions. My mind had long since stopped asking questions.

He tied my ankles meticulously. I could see that he knew the craft. The ankles were all but immovable now, and yet it did not cut off circulation. He took another piece of ribbon and started tying my legs just beneath my knees. When he finished it my legs had become completely immobile.

"Sit down," he ordered. I sat down on my knees. Immdiately the skirt slipped above my knees. My butt was resting on the ankles. It was difficult and uncomfortable. I tried to shift my weight but it did not help. He understood my discomfort and arranged the cushion to make it more comfortable for me. Then he moved to the back of me. From beyond the pole he grabbed my arms and pulled them towards him. There was a certain amount of force and my back slammed onto the wooden pole. He did not seem to notice.

He pulled my hands behind me untill my wrists met each other on the other side of the pole. It was not a thin pole and my hands were strained. To counteract the effect my body bent forward automatically and my hands slided a little up the pole. He pulled the two wrists forcefully together and started tying them with the ribbon. I tried to protest, but just as I opened my mouth the paltform was bathed in light. Startled, I looked around. There were four spotlights on the four corners and they had just been turned on. 

The protest died in mouth as I saw two people mounting a camera at the front of the stage. One guy took position behind it and the other took a smaller hand-held camera and moved beyond me. They switched on the cameras and plugged in some wires and immediately two rectangles of light appeared on the wall in front of me. Within seconds moving images appeared and I could see myself on two giant screens. They were doing live projection!

The lights of the hall were dimmed and immediately the image was much clearer. In the semi darkness of the hall, the platform seemed to glow under the spotlights. 

The man finished with my wrists and stood up. This could not be called comfortable anymore. I tried to bend forward more to give less strain on the arms. He stopped on his way to the table and came back towards me.

"Try to sit straight. That will be easier." He told me. "Bending forward will make it worse."

I tried to sit straight, but could not manage it properly. I was sitting in an unusual position and normal movements were not much possible anymore. "Sit straight," he said, "You are still bending forward."

I looked at him accusingly. It was easier said than done, I thought. He seemed to understand the look perfectly. But he just chuckled and moved away to the table. He came back shortly with some more ribbons and a blue cloth and knelt down in front of me.

He picked up the blue cloth and instantly I recognized it. They were the panties I was wearing since yesterday. The ones that I thought I had left on the bathroom floor for washing. Apparently I was mistaken. He rolled it into a ball and said, "Open your mouth please."

I looked at him with utter shock. And then I revolted. The fun had gone too far. I have let them tie me to a pole and make me sit in a highly uncomfortable posture. I was sure my joints will be screaming in ten minutes. I may even...possibly under pressure...allow them to gag me. But definitely not with that. There were no ways I was going to take my used undergarment in my mouth.

I had only signed up for bukkake. This was not on the agenda.

"No," I said. I almost spat out the word. Then I pressed my lips together. He looked at me with a curious expression and held my chin with his left hand. He pressed the side of my jaws with his fingers and immediately my mouth fell open. I was the one who was most surprized. He chuckled again and tried to push the panties into my mouth. With an almighty fore I pushed it out with my tongue. And closed my lips again.

He shook his head and put pressure on his fingers again. As soon as the mouth opened he tried to force the panties inside. I tried my tongue but it didn't work. I violently shook my head from side to side and his grip slackened. I spat the panties out of my mouth, closed my lips again and looked up at him with a defiant expression.

For a split second I thought that he was going to slap me.

Instead he laughted out loudly. Then he simply simply held my nose between his left index finger and thumb and pressed them together. I could not breathe through my nose anymore and mouth was open again. He simply waited for a few seconds. This time I had to keep my mouth open. He chuckled and with his right hand unrolled the panties. As I watched he turned it inside out and rolled it in such a way that the elastic was inside and the crotch was forming the outside layer.

I understood perfectly. This was going to be a punishment for my resistance. Now the inside of my panties will be pressed against the inside of my mouth. In one fluid movement he released my nose and held my chin again and put pressure on his finger. Now effect was exactly opposite and I could not close my mouth. He waited till I had again started breathing through my nose and then forced the panties into my mouth. He took special care to see that the crotch was pressed flat against my tongue. He clasped his hand on my mouth to prevent me from throwing it out. Then in an instant he had taken the white ribbon and wrapped it round my mouth. 

He made quite a few turns of the ribbon on my mouth. Finally he tied it in a knot at the back of my head. I was only vaguely aware of what he was doing. I felt nearly nausated. Now with the ribbon pressing tightly on my cheeks I could not turn or twist the panties in my mouth. 

He pushed my head back against the pole. The hair bun worked as a cushion and saved it from being slammed. He took another ribbon and and tied it above the other one, this time the ribbon went all the way round the pole and finally he tied a knot behind the pole. Now my head was immovable too.

But I was hardly aware. My mind was on my tongue. I had no way to know which part of the panties was actually pressing against the tongue -- if it was the front part or the back. I also concluded that it did not make much of a difference.

I came back to reality when he finally tightened the knot at the back of the pole. Now I was sitting very straight and my spine was flat against the pole. A small part of my overwhelmed mind acknowledged the fact that it was indeed easier on my arms this way. The strain seemed to be less than before.

Then he took the last piece of the ribbon and circled it around my waist. He tied my waist securely to the pole and then with the same ribbon tied my arms with the pole. Now my whole body had become immovable.

But as soon as he had tightened the ribbon round my waist, something else happened. Due to the pressure of the ribbon the t-shirt was pulled down about an inch from my neck. This sliding movement was instantly conveyed to my nipples through the lace of the bra. In a moment of horror I realized that my nipples were going to get hard. As soon as the process started, it got even faster as the steadily hardening nipples rubbed constantly against the lace. And as they were covered with only a thin layer of lace and the thin material of a white t-shirt, I knew as a certainty that they were going to show.

And how they showed! I had never seen my nipples protruding out like that. But it was bound to happen. The tight waistband of the skirt had made the t-shirt hug my breasts even more closely and with my arms pulled behind me, the breasts themselves were almost jutting out of my body. And to top it all the ultra-feminie feel of the lace bra had given my nipples one of the biggest erections ever.

The crowd had seen it clearly on the giant screen. Catcalls and whistles were coming from everywhere. I saw the camera zoom onto my chest. I blushed instinctively. It was a wrong thing to do as it only increased the noise from the crowd.

The man had stood up. He came round and looked at me. I looked up at him. I had to strain my eyes to look up as I could not move my head anymore. He chuckled. "Oh how I love the wide-eyed beauties!" he said leeringly. I immediately lowered my eyes. He walked on to the front of the platform and raised a hand. The noise stopped immediately.

"So the time has come," he announced. "As you see, we have a very different flavor for you. We do not give you a bukkake girl but we present today...a bukkake lady!" The crowd jeered again. "So let me introduce our guest to you. She is a married lady and her name is Mrs. Dalehood."

I froze. 

"Mrs. Dalehood is the proud owner of a bookstore," he said.

I tried to tell him to call me as Evelyn and then remembered that I was gagged. 

"Oh! And her name is Evelyn. Mrs. Evelyn Dalehood."

How could this happen? I had told them categorically not to use this name. Didn't they tell him?

This time I knew the answer. Of course they had told him. I could not believe that I had been such a fool. How could I be so stupid to show them all my weak spots? Then with a sinking feeling I realized that the name was not the only thing that I had told them. What are they going to do with the rest?

"Mrs. Dalehood is new to bukkake," the man was saying. "She has never tried her hand in any such acts before. So guys, we have here a bukkake virgin!" The crowd whollered in unison. "Mrs. Dalehood is thirty-four and is married for six years. For the last two years her husband, Mr. Dalehood, has not been living with her. So you can say that Mrs. Dalehood has not had a lot of sex lately."

Everytime he uttered the name, it stung me. But the situation was so completely beyond my control that I was -- literally -- bound to accept whatever they called me. 

"Well well well...I won't bore you anymore with my famous speeches." He told the crowd and raised both arms into the air, "So guys...let the show begin!"

I saw many of the guys in front row pulling down their pants. Some were already naked. "Who was our First Shot Contest winner?" the man asked the crowd. A guy in the middle of the first row raised his hand. "There you are! Are you ready?" the man on the stage asked the guy in the front frow. He nodded. "Wonderful! Then the stage is set...and your sixty seconds of fame starts now!" the man laughed loudly and stepped down from the platform.

The first guy stepped onto the platform. He was fully naked and fully hard. He came onto me and stood right in front of me, holding and stroking his dick.

Time seemed to slow down. I looked at his dick in his hand. He stroked it and rubbed it untill it was throbbing. I forgot my surroundings as my eyes were riveted to the male organ in front of me. The tip was glistening and I clearly saw a drop of precum coming out. He gave a short jerk and the drop fell. It fell on the bare skin on my knees.

He grabbed it again and started stroking it. He was playing with me, I could see that. There was pin drop silence in the hall. Then another drop appeared at the tip. He took a step forward and gave a little jerk. The drop fell on my thighs. I tried to look down, but the gag stopped the motion and the my nearly swelled breasts blocked the view. Now he was stroking again.

And then I knew he was ready. I saw the head of the penis swelling and bloating. It was inches from my face. I stopped breathing. He moved to my right. There was electrical excitement in the hall. I saw a sea of eager faces waiting to see the first shot hit me.

Then I heard a moan from him and my eyes closed on their own. For a moment nothing happened. Then something warm and wet hit my right cheekbone. It was immediately followed by another spalsh that landed on the gag on my right cheek. Then I opened my eyes. It seemed he was through. He jerked his dick a few times and two drops of cum fell on my right shoulder.

He left amidst an ear shattering round of applause. I felt the cum dribble down from my cheekbones. It moved down for about an inch and then came in contact with the gag. I could not see but I guessed it got soaked by the fabric.

Another guy stepped onto the platform. The man in charge called out, "Same spot." He nodded and came to my right. He was faster. I felt another wet splash on my cheekbone, but this time it was nearer to my right ear. It ran down to the gag and stopped.

"Next," said the man and two guys stepped on simultaneously. They looked at each other, laughed out and stopped. "Go on!" the man said, "But one after the other please. And the same spot."

The first of the two was a frail looking kid and he produced only one stream of cum which landed completely on the gag. The gag was so wet now that I could feel it against my cheek. The other one had moved beside me. He came in three perfect shots and all of them landed on the gag.

Now the gag was saturated beyond its capacity. It was soaked through and through its many layers. I immediately felt cum dribbling down to my jawbone. Eyes still closed I was ready for the cum to run down. when that did not happen, I opened my eyes. The slight movement of my head caused the cum to drop down straight from my jaw. It was too heavy to run. It landed on the top half of my right breast. I heard whistles from the crowd.

The fifth man was already standing in front of me. He moved to my right side and came immediately on my cheek. Even before he had time to turn away from me the sixth one was on the platform. He started cumming even before he had reached me. The last spurt cought me under my right ear. The warm cum started to run down the side of my neck. It reached the t-shirt and was soaked by it. At the same time I felt a dribble running down the front of my throat..

As the sixth guy left there was a short pause before the next man was ready. I realized that I was not breathing. I tried to take a long deep breath and found it impossible. The tight ribbon across my waist did not allow much expansion. I settled down for slow long breaths.

And then the smell hit me. It came in waves. For a few seconds all my senses were blinded. Then the memories came flooding. Once again I was 20 years old. I was lost in my mind. I could see myself kneeling on the floor and looking up at my boyfriend. I could almost feel his cum dropping on my face...

There was a loud cheer from the crowd and I came back to reality. I realized that my eyes were unfocused and my breathing had gone hard. My heaving chest was clearly cought by the camera. I tried to calm myself. Tried not to smell it.

Distraction came in the form of the seventh guy. "Left cheek now!" I heard. He planted himself steadily on my left side and within seconds let it fly. I felt the cum splashing on my gag on the left side. The next guy was a big man and he washed my left cheek with his cum. It immediately started to run down my cheek. Things were happening too fast for me and the ninth guy was already there. He moved a little behind me. I could not see him anymore. I tried to move my head but could not. I prepared myself for the shot. However it did not come for sometime. And then as soom as I had released my breath it hit me at the side of my neck.

The next three guys came one after the other and all of them came on my left cheek. "Twelve shots!" the man said. There was a short pause and the cameras zoomed on me. I could not stop myself from looking at the screen. My two cheeks were painted with cum. I could feel streams of cum running down my neck and the front of my throat. The t-shirt was slowly getting soaked. I saw on the screen that both my shoulders were splattered with drops of cum.

The smell was frightening. I could not keep it out anymore. And deep inside I knew that I did not want to keep it out. I wanted to smell it. 

And I wanted to taste it.

"Number thirteen!" the man called. "Mouth and throat," he told the man who had stepped on. He nodded and came to me. He stood right in front of me. His feet were on both sides of my thighs. The man with the handheld camera came to my side. But I was not looking at him. My eyes were glued to the penis only inches away from my face. It was pointing straight towards my mouth.

I was not in my senses anymore. It was not possible. I looked at his penis and I only wanted to taste it. I tried to raise my head towards it but it was not possible. He saw the movement and laughed. Then he moved one step closer and touched the tip of his penis on the gag on my lips. My eyes were fixed on his abdomen but I was not seeing anything. The only thing I felt was his dick rubbing on my mouth. His knee rubbed a few times against my breasts. And then he started throbbing. And before I knew it, his cum splashed on the gag.

Instinctively -- an instinct I thought had died in me -- I tried to swallow. But there was nothing to swallow. The movement in my throat was clearly shown on the screen. There was a deafening noise from the crowd. It subsided and then rose again. My eyes were tightly shut. I did not know which part of my body was on focus.

In a haze I became aware of the next guy coming to me. In a haze I felt another splash on my mouth. I fought to keep control, but I was loosing. The smell was burning in my nose. And I wanted to taste it in my mouth.

The fifteenth guy spurted on the base of my throat. Now my t-shirt was slowly getting soaked. The next three guys aimed at my throat from three sides. The second guy did it from the left and came in a huge quanitity. As I stopped to take breath the camera zoomed on my chest again. There was a huge wet spot on the t-shirt underneat my left shoulder. The t-shirt was plastered against my skin and the strap of the bra was clearly visible. I thought I could understand the purpose of a white t-shirt now.

But the thought was driven out of my mind as three more guys lined up in front of me. They came one after the other. All of them aimed straight for my mouth and they gave out big loads. Cum was dripping heavily from my chin onto my breasts. But I was totally oblivious to that. The only thing I was aware of was the smell.

I desperately wanted to taste it. There were loads on cum just beyond my lips and I could not reach it. The gag was so tight that it was impossible to part my lips. And then the panties had left no room for tongue movement. 

I knew I was loosing it. I was oscillating between sanity and insanity. In bouts of insanity I only wanted to hold a dick...hold it, feel it, lick it. When I was more composed I would be aware of all the people looking at me and how cum was dripping from my face. When the twenty second guy stepped up to me I struggled against the bonds to reach upto him. When he had come on my left shoulder and left I had a curious feeling. I felt grateful that I was tied. This made me unable to do anything. I could not even imagine what I would do if I had the freedom of movement. I did not want to think about it.




Bukket Ch. 06



"On her neck..both of you," I heard the man saying. Two guys came up and stood on both sides. The one on my left came exactly on my neck while the one on the right splashed on my right cheek. 

"Number twenty five...you got a free shot! Wherever you want..." said the man. A tall man came and stood in front of me. As he came, he stepped back a little and I felt a warm feeling spreading on my left thigh.

When will they take out the gag? It was the only question going on and on in my mind. Now the gag on my mouth was so soaked that I could feel the wetness on my lips but still nothing went inside.

But a lot of people were getting up on stage. Total ten, it seemed. The man asked them to stand in a line and come to me one after the other. Bound and transfixed I simply watched as ten naked men queued up in front of me.

"All of you get your target!" said the man laughing. "We have showered Mrs. Dalehood with our affection on her beautiful face and neck. And now, we will pay our tributes to her...uh...breasts!" There was a huge cheer. "So...one by one you guys...step up to Mrs. Dalehood and cum on her right breast. Her right. Not your right. But make sure you hit her right on target. Then go! First one please!"

And they came one by one. Not only was I unable to twist my body away from the stream, but bound the way I was, it was also impossible to look down. My straight vision allowed me to look only at their waists and their throbbing cocks. I saw their thigh muscles tighten, I saw their fingers sliding up and down their shafts, I saw their abdomen contracting and relaxing, Then I would hear their breathing getting harder above my head. I would hear short stifled moans and then I would see the tip bloating. Finally there would be a deep moan and white streams would fly out. It would fly out and down beyond my vision. And in the next instant there was a feeling of wet warmth on my breast. And again. And again.

After what seemed like eternity the last man came up to me and splattered his load on my chest. As I tried to breath normally again, it got stuck in my throat. There were ten more guys ready to step onto the platform. 

And once again ten men queued up in front of me. This time on my left. And the exact same thing started happening again. First there was a splash on the top half of my left breast. The next one hit it from the side and the third one on top of the first one. I felt the warmth seeping through the bra onto my skin.



Bukket Ch. 07



I discovered that my eyes were closed. For some reason I could not bear to look at those men cumming on me. I just sat like a marble statue with clenched teeth. At one point the attack on my left breast stopped. I opened my eyes again.

The first thing that caught my eyes was the live display. They were focused entirely on my chest and it looked like I was wearing a body suit. I blinked my eyes a few times to clear the vision. And there I could see it. My t-shirt, my so comfortable form fitting white t-shirt, had gone much beyond just hugging my curves. It was completely pasted on my chest. Twenty loads of cum had also turned it transparent with the result of a clearly visible bra. 

But I hardly had any more time to look at them, as five more guys had already stepped onto the platform. I saw the man talking to them in a low voice. I could not get a word of the conversation. What were they planning now? I did not know. But the first guy (first or forty sixth?) was standing in front of me and stroking his dick. I tried to gauge where he was planning to shoot. But all my speculations were wrong.

I saw the white spurt clearly and immediately felt it hitting on my forehead just under my hairline. He flicked his dick once from left to right and I felt warm beads all across my forehead. But the next guy was already there. He almost shoved the first one away and then let go. He came in copious amount. He painted my forehead from left to right and right to left. And then he left. As fast as he had come.

There was a moment of silence and then the crowd exploded. I had no idea how I looked. Cum had run down to my eyes now. I could not opened them. It started to run down my cheeks through the sides of my nose. 

Now, this was uncomfortable. In an instinct I tried to wipe my face and then realized why my hands were tied. This is exactly what they did not want me to do. I tried to move my head from side to side but could not move it an inch. I decided to open my eyes.

I opened them forcefully and immediately – instinctively – closed them, as another spurt of semen hit exactly on my right eye. I had no idea when the next guy had come. His second spurt hit my left eyebrow, ran down immediately and sealed my eyes completely.

Now, there was no way I could open my eyes. There were just too much cum on them. And the whole thing had started to run down my face. I struggled in vain to wipe my face and stopped only when a hand gripped my head and steadied it. In a few seconds my eyes were awarded with another gush of cum.

I tried to come to terms with the situation. I could only try to divert my mind to forget the tingling feelings on my face. But the diversion did not work as I could clearly hear what the man announced this time.

"So guys...there goes the fiftieth load on her. Fifty! And right on her eyes..."

And it was right on my eyes. But this time I hardly felt anything as his words kept on reverberating in my mind. Fifty loads? I got fifty cumshots?

There seemed to be a little pause. I could not see anything. Then the man said, "Now...for the rest of you...shoot wherever you want. So...fifty one to three...get on with it!"

I heard footsteps approaching me. Soon I was surrounded from three sides. Who will cum first? I tried to gauge. I heard a moan on my left and felt the warmth just under my jaw line. He finished on my shoulder. The other two took some time. Suddenly a hand grabbed the back of my head and I felt warmth seeping onto my skin through my hair. He had cum right on top of my head. The third one shot straight on my chest.

"Fifty four to six!' said the man. Once again I was surrounded. This time all of them was taking time. I was stiff as a board. I knew I would be hit from three sides. But which one will cum first? The man in front was first and he hit on my chin. The one on left came almost immediately on my breast. The one on right came last. I felt a hot streaming running down my arm to my elbow.

I felt totally stiff. As I could not see, every other sensation had grown stronger for me. My legs were aching. I tried to shift my body weight but to no avail. My arms hurt from being strained to my back. 

Fifty seven hit on the exact spot where the last one had hit me. Both fifty eight and nine hit my face.

I could give everything to be allowed to wipe the cum off my eyes. I wanted to see. This was terrible. Once again three guys were standing. I had no way of knowing which part of my body will be hit first. This time it was my right breast. The sixtieth came on the top of my head and third one on my neck.

I was in pain. My whole body ached. My legs had gone numb. My sitting posture made my breasts protrude in front. While I certainly do not have enormous breasts, I was most certainly not thin. My breasts were reasonably large and this unusual posture caused a strain on my shoulders, which had by now started aching.

I completely misjudged the next trio. I thought the first one would come from right and I was hit squarely on my chest. Then I heard a moan from my left and warmth spread over my right breast. Finally the guy on my left came on my forehead.

Sixty four to nine came on my head. All of them. Four of them did so on the bun. I did not feel when it hit the target but was acutely aware of the hot streams running down the back of my neck.

And I was acutely aware of everything. My stiff joints, my shoulders aching from the weight of my boobs, cum running and dripping and drooling all over my face and body. My throat was bone dry but nobody was going to give me a glass of water.

Seventy and seventy one came simultaneously. I was not ready for that. One hit me on my neck and the other on my cheek. The third one hit straight on my lips.

The smell was overpowering. I was enveloped by it now. My throat made futile swallowing attempts constantly. It was nothing but a combination of instinct and desperate longing. I knew I would not taste it. That is the reason behind the gag. They won't allow me to taste a single drop.

Seventy two hit on my breast but seventy three I completely missed. I heard the moan but did not feel anything. It could have been on the bun or on the waistband of my skirt or maybe he missed the target. But seventy four was a monster. I would never know who it was, but he came like a hose. Standing on my right he aimed his first thick spurt on my neck and it completely covered the skin. The second spurt hit the back of my neck and third one on my right cheek. I felt like being whipped and I tried to twist and turn and scream. But the man was not yet finished. His fourth spurt landed on my eyes and the last one at the base of my throat. 

The smell turned me into a near hysteric. I knew I would not taste it tonight. And I knew I would never have an orgasm if I did not taste it. And I knew that they knew it. The only thing that pushed me over the edge! Now I was on the very edge but nobody would push me. 

Cum rained on me from three sides as seventy five, six and seven shed their juice. I was in panic now and tried to twist away from the next three ejaculating men. But this only gave the crowd something to cheer for. All I had done was struggle against the bonds.

I discovered for the first time the feeling of absolute helplessness that can only come from bondage. I was in complete physical restraint and there was nothing – absolutely nothing – that I could do to protect my face and body from this unending onslaught of male lust.

What came next was almost physically painful. Three of them came simultaneously from three sides. They hit me on both cheeks and on the front of my throat. All them had ejaculated with force and the effect completely stunned me.

And then there was madness. I heard the man saying something. I was in no condition to understand what was going on. I only heard a multitude of footsteps. Then I knew that a group of people was coming towards me. They were the rest of the group and I simply did not know how many there were. Must have been around thirty. At least twenty five. 

I felt them moving close. I knew they were getting ready to cum. I cannot remember if I had any thoughts in my mind then. I didn't even know how hard I was breathing until my heaving breasts started causing extra strain on my already stiff shoulder.

And then all hell broke loose. The first shot hit me across the bridge of my nose. The rest I do not know. It came from all sides and it came all over me. Cum was dropping everywhere...on my face, head, neck, chest, thighs...just everywhere. My mind seemed to come in focus for a moment and then go out of it. When it came to focus, it reeled. Feelings felt like photographs...lasting only for a moment. I would feel a thick load running down my cheek from my forehead and another running down my arm towards my wrist. At the same moment there would be a spray on my gag and that would start dripping from my chin. And my left breast would receive a shower from two men together. And then my mind would go out of focus. It would come back to briefly acknowledge a spurt on my right cheek and random drops on my skirt and bare knees and a jet that hit right on the middle of my left cheek.

I have no memory of the last shot. I had not passed out, by I was in a sort of sensory standby. When I once again became aware of my surroundings, the people were leaving. I heard shuffling footsteps. There were a lot of noise. Time meant nothing to me anymore. When the noise had almost completely disappeared, I knew the room had emptied.

Two people were approaching me. One of them came behind me and started to untie the ribbon which held my head against the pole. "Not the gag," I heard the man saying from somewhere in front of me. "I know," replied a female voice from my behind. Was this the same woman who had brought me here?

As soon as she had untied the knot, my upper body lost its balance. I was just too exhausted to sit straight. I would have collapsed straight away if there were no other bonds. Instead my body bent forwards from waist upwards. The movement caused a small shower of cum drops on my thighs and knees. Next, she untied the bond across my waist and then untied my hands.

And I collapsed sideways. I was not bound to the pole anymore. Only my ankles and knees were bound together. I collapsed like a rag doll. At the same time my hands – nearly numb – moved towards my face. Instinct – pure instinct – was driving me now. But the man was much faster than my fatigued instinct. Midway to my face, my hands were caught in a steel grip and they were bent backwards. My body twisted automatically and turned ninety degrees. Now I was lying down on the platform flat on my stomach. On my back my two wrists were brought together and I felt the cold metal even through the thin material of the gloves.

As I heard the metal click of the handcuffs, my mind completely resigned from thinking. I could not think of a single reason for this new restraint and gave up thinking. I just let them untie my feet. Very soon circulation started in my near-senseless legs and the pain made me forget everything.

Then a strong hand gripped my shoulders and hoisted me up on my feet. He had to hold me for quite some time until I got some strength on my legs. Finally he let me go and I was finally standing on my own. But I was still gagged and handcuffed. I had never been so thirsty before. And I still could not see.

"Come," said the woman. She held my elbow and guided me. We stepped down from the platform and she led me to the door. Once again we were in the elevator and finally I was back in my room.

"Sit," she said. I felt a surface against the back of my knees and I sat down with her help. It was the bed. But it seemed to be covered with a plastic sheet. I heard another footstep. The man had entered the room. Once again strong hands grabbed me and pushed me down on the bed. I heard the sound of keys against the handcuffs and once again my hands were free. But they were not really free as the man held them in his iron grip and brought them forward and pulled them above my head. Once again there was a metallic click and my hands were cuffed above my head beyond the metal rod of the bed stand. Then I felt cold metal touching my feet and then my ankles were cuffed too. I was lying on my side with my feet doubled up. He roughly straightened my feet and I heard the sound of a chain again. Soon the cuff on my feet was attached to the rods. I could not curl up my feet anymore. I had to lie straight with my wrists above my head and my feet bound together.

Then, finally, somebody started removing the gag. I guessed it was the woman. She removed the ribbon. My mouth was so weak that she had to pull out the panties. I started panting. And then a plastic tube was inserted into my mouth. "Drink," she said. And I sucked on it and cool water filled my mouth. For a moment I was in heaven. I drank and drank and still I felt thirsty. I drank as long as I could and then only stopped to take breath. Then I drank a bit more and finally felt that my throat was not so perched anymore.

The tube was removed and suddenly I felt a round object against my lips. A plastic ball was inserted into my mouth. A strap was fastened behind my head. I was ball gagged.

"Goodnight Mrs. Dalehood," said the man, "Sleep well." 

And then...only then...it occurred to me that they did not let me wash myself. I would have to spend the night drenched in cum. 

And I could feel it starting to dry against my skin.