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BUKKAKE
[M+/M(tg), bdsm,
oral(1st, nc/blackmail), fetish]
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I knelt in darkness, hands
secured behind my back by tight leather cuffs, similar bindings holding my
ankles together, while a rubber ball-gag was in place between my wet red
lips. My ears were plugged with
snugly-fitting headphones, playing a constant loop of moans and cries of ecstasy
to keep me in a state of arousal.
It was working too � my cock was painfully hard, confined as it was
within my black satin thong knickers, unable to stretch out and upwards as
nature intended.
The store cupboard in which
I was being held captive was cold, with a hard concrete floor, and I could feel
goose-bump rising on my legs beneath the sheer black stockings they were encased
in. My black leather mini-skirt and
tight lycra T-shirt were far too skimpy to offer any warmth. Five minutes earlier I had tried to
stand, to distance myself from the cold floor, but the bindings around my
ankles, and the five inch heels on my slutty black patent leather knee-boots had
prevented that, and I had been forced to return to the kneeling position Carl
had left me in.
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It was being found out that
had got me into this position. Carl
had finally found out why I had difficulty in providing previous employment
records, and why payroll had experienced difficulty with my tax
contributions. He must have done
some detective work in his spare time, though to my credit it�d taken him almost
a year to discover my secret.
Finally he discovered that pretty Charlotte Gibson wasn�t called Charlie
for just any old reason.
Of course, he told the rest
of the top level managers. Two were
his brothers, and a few others were cousins anyway, and all were thick as
thieves. And it was that closeness
that lead him to devise this punishment on their behalf, rather than the sacking
that I had expected. The sacking
that I wish now that I had received, rather than what he explained to me was to
come.
He�d been watching videos,
you see, the kind of ones that had supplied the soundtrack to my discomfiture,
and some of them had involved an ages-old Japanese practice known as
Bukkake. I had never heard of it,
so Carl went on to explain that Japanese men expected complete servitude from
their women, and any that didn�t comply were taught a lesson. They would be tightly bound, often with
their head immobilised, and effectively sexually assaulted by a group of men,
culminating in a face-bath of fresh cum, which the unfortunate girl would often
be forced to scrape off and eat. I
had blanched at this, and began to edge towards the door, but Carl had been too
quick for me, and being more muscular than the carefully slim-line Charlotte,
soon overpowered me. He produced a
pair of leather hand-cuffs and a ball-gag, and I was left secured in his office
while he went out on what he described as a little shopping
trip.
An hour or so later he
returned, with a set of clothes a street-walker would be proud of, and with the
extra set of cuffs for my ankles.
He informed me that I could either tart myself up, or he would do it for
me, and he warned with an evil grin that he wouldn�t be gentle about it. I decided that I�d had enough of
fighting him for one day, and under his direction I set about transforming
myself from sexy office-girl, to leather-clad slut.
It took me about half an
hour to do, with Carl insisting that I also re-apply my make-up to be more in
keeping with my new look. It took
three layers of my scarlet lip-gloss, and a very heavy application of mascara
before he was satisfied, but eventually he ordered me back into my cuffs, and
carefully inserted the gag between my lips.
Carl lead me tottering on my ultra-high heels into the board room of our office. His secretary had been given the afternoon off, and I hoped that this meant he had kept my secret confined to just management. That was bad enough, but to have everyone know would have been a disaster. He led me through to the board-room�s storage cupboard at the rear, and instructed me to kneel down in the darkness. He then secured my ankles, fitted my ear-plugs, and closed the door, locking it.
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The soundtrack I was forced to listen to was very disorienting, and I found it hard to keep track of time. I guessed that I had been locked away for about half an hour when the door was suddenly pulled open, and I knelt blinking in the sudden light. I saw the tall silhouette of Carl holding the door open, and arranged behind him were the ten-strong exclusively male management team of our company.
I saw their grins, identical to the one Carl had shown me earlier, and I swallowed in fear. They looked predatory, and excited. Carl had obviously told them of his plan, and it looked like they unanimously deferred to his judgement. The deal, as he had explained it to me, was that I would undergo the bukkake ritual for my deception of their company, and in return would remain in their employ. I would not have to go through the process of getting another job � a process, he pointed out, that he could make so much more difficult for me than it had been the first time round � and they would gain what effectively amounted to an office hooker, available at their beck and call for �executive relief�, in exchange for their silence about my secret.
It wasn�t as if I had any choice but to accept, as he also pointed out. I really didn�t want to have to find another job, as Carl�s influence would have made it impossible for me to continue as Charlotte. I loved being the new me, and I just knew I couldn�t go back. Losing this job would mean a return to being male, to hiding Charlotte behind closed doors, and I was too far gone for that. The thought stiffened my resolve. Charlotte might not be attracted to these men, but she would put up with their attentions for now at least, for the good of her career.
Carl reached forward, and pulled the head-phones from my ears. �Ready?� he asked, grinning. I held back tears, and nodded.
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Carl helped me to my feet, and I shuffled forwards out of the store cupboard, eyes downcast. There were appreciative whistles and lewd comments made about my attire, and I could tell that it wasn�t the first time these men had lusted after Charlotte. Seeing me transformed from pretty office girl into mega-sexy slut for their own personal use was undoubtedly a dream come true. This was going to be a long afternoon.
I was brought to the middle of the room, and the ankle cuffs were removed. I was ordered to lie backwards onto the table, and with some difficulty I complied. My hands were still cuffed together behind my back, and they were now painfully trapped beneath the small of my back. I was pushed and pulled into position, until my head hung down off one edge of the table, and my legs from the knee down hung from the other edge. A chair was then brought up to my feet, and the cuffs were looped through it�s frame then re-applied to my ankles, weighing them down and effectively preventing me from moving my legs very far. The men then stood back and admired their handiwork.
Carl, as senior man present, took the lead. Coming to stand next to my head, he slowly began to unbuckle his belt, and unfasten his trousers. I could sense the others doing the same in the background, but my eyes were transfixed by the bulge being revealed to me. Beneath his suit trousers he wore black silk boxers, with a button fly. One by one he popped these buttons, and a thick hard cock sprang into view.
He was already rock hard at the prospect of degrading sexy Charlotte, and he grasped his shaft tightly, pulling the foreskin back and forth to achieve full erection. He moved even closer to me, and the musky smell of his cock-head reached my nostrils. I could feel hands belonging to the other men begin to tentatively stroke my prone body, as if still unsure of what they were doing. Then, as they gained in confidence, the stroking became pinching and pulling, flipping up my skirt to reveal the straining black thong with the bulge beneath. My thighs were slapped repeatedly, by more than one hand, and I could imagine the red hand-prints left behind under the black stockings.
Someone was stroking my smooth bare belly, and one of the men joked to his neighbour that my tanned skin would look good with some nice white cum on it.
�That�s just what I was thinking,� said Carl, �so why don�t we get down to business?�
As the sound of belts being unfastened and zips being pulled down filled my ears, Carl moved his cock to my mouth. Reaching under my head, he unfastened the ball gag, and let it drop to one side. Before I�d even had a chance to close my mouth, his cock-head slid across my slutty lips, and made contact with my tongue.
The taste was different from the musky smell, being more like fresh sweat, and the texture of his swollen head was surprisingly smooth against my tongue. I knew that my job depended on coming through this ordeal well, so, oral virgin that I might have been until that point, I applied myself to pleasuring my boss.
From the corners of my eyes I could see the other men in a loose semi-circle around Carl, watching my performance, and cheering him on. All had their cocks in their hands, and were furiously masturbating. Carl himself was whispering obscenities to me, calling me a filthy boy-slut and a cock-sucking whore, but I believed this was as much for the sake of the fantasies swimming in his own head as they were directed at me. His hands held my head securely on either side of my face, and he had built up a good rhythm in my mouth. My wet red lips were pursed around his shaft, and my tongue was flicking from side to side on his sensitive cock-head. As I was positioned upside down, I couldn�t make contact with the especially sensitive underside, but I realised that this position gave the men far better access to my throat, so I knew this wouldn�t be something they�d complain about.
That thought scared me a little � I�d never sucked cock before this day, let alone deep-throated anyone, and I wasn�t sure that my gag-reflex wouldn�t kick in should one of them push too far. Frankly I couldn�t see my job prospects improving much if I covered the crotch of one of the senior staff in vomit. That was his problem, though � right now the only thing I had to worry about was the cock in my mouth.
It was clear that the others were waiting for Carl to cum before they really joined in the fun. This was his party, and they could afford to be patient. It didn�t take long for this to happen, as all of a sudden he pulled his cock from my mouth, and literally hosed my face with hot spunk. I was covered in streaks of jism from chin to forehead, and his spasms took a good ten seconds to die down. Sticky as it was, I could feel bits of it begin to slide their way towards my hair, mating in my auburn curls.
The others were cheering his performance loudly, clapping him on the shoulders as he stepped back from me, and I remember thinking to myself that the rest of the company�s staff must have left for the day, otherwise someone would be coming to see what the noise was about. Two men stepped up to take Carl�s place, while the others moved in around me. My head was turned to the side, and a cock was presented to my open mouth, slipping past my now smudged lipstick, while on the other side Carl�s brother furiously masturbated his admittedly impressive tool.
The guy in my mouth humped more rapidly than Carl, and several times I thought I would gag, but his cock was not as long as my boss�, and I held on. He came much quicker too, dumping his seed over my upturned cheek. A second or two later, Carl�s brother gave a strangled gasp, and jets of his cum was added to the mix.
As their replacement lined up in front of me, my head was straightened again, and I glimpsed a man kneeling on the table over my prone body, cock in hand. Then I felt the jism that had just been splashed onto my cheek run over my ear, and I quickly tilted my head back to change it�s course. The guy at my head, one of Carl�s cousins, took this as his cue, and placed his cock to my lips. I opened up for him, more than used to the taste by now, and my tongue got to work. I soon felt the hot splashes of cum hitting my bare belly, and a laugh went up from the watching crowd, as the man who�d commented on it earlier said, �Told you so!�
The guy now in my mouth had a long but thin cock, and was taking it slowly. I noticed his cock slipping slightly further into my mouth each time he humped forward, and I let out a little whimper of protest when I guessed his intentions. This was met with a sharp smack to the thigh, on the exposed flesh just above my stocking top, and a harsh admonition from Carl to �be a good girl�.
Accepting my fate, I relaxed my throat muscles as much as possible, and stopped attempting to stop the guy�s cock with my tongue. He pushed forward again, but this time held his position, letting me get used to the feeling of his cock-head at the back of my mouth. Once he was sure that I wasn�t about the loose my lunch, he pushed forward again, slowly this time, slipping into my throat.
I became dimly aware of the fact that the others had been nearly silent only when they let out another cheer. I was too busy concentrating very hard on the cock in my throat, and not swallowing. I couldn�t help it, though, and as soon as I did swallow, the guy humped forwards, his balls hitting my nose, and his pubes touching my chin. He moaned in appreciation for the rubbing of his cock by my throat muscles, and stroked the parts of my cheeks that were covered in man slime.
Soon, he backed out again, and pushed forwards again, not so far this time, again entering the top of my throat. Satisfied I wasn�t going to gag, I returned my tongue to the act of getting his to cum as quickly as possible, and although the position made contact difficult, my efforts were rewarded. In what seemed like no time he pulled backwards, and sighted his cock at my eyes. I closed them a split second before five or six heavy jets of semen caught me in the face, and I knew that opening my eyes would now be inadvisable until I had the chance to clean up. Virgin I might have been, but I�d heard enough tales of how much spunk in the eyes can sting!
The other guys in the room were about ready to pop from tugging themselves off, and they combined their efforts in decorating my face with cream. By the time all eleven men had used my face I couldn�t feel a single bit of skin that wasn�t juiced-up.
While the others cleaned themselves up, and sat down exhausted, Carl began scraping at the cum on my belly with a cold metal spoon, and he had it cleaned up in no time. Next I felt the spoon applied to my face, and the ring of metal on glass after every spoonful of cum was removed told me that he was using one of the board-room�s brandy glasses to deposit the jism in. Lastly he used a damp cloth to wipe clean my eyes, allowing me to open them again. I could see, still upside down, that he held a small brandy snifter almost half full of semen. The submissive girl in me felt perversely proud knowing that it had been my efforts that had elicited so much cum from the assembled guys.
Some of the men Helped me back up from the table, and sat me down on a chair. My hands, tingling slightly from lack of blood, were unfastened, and Carl proffered the glass to me.
�You know what you have to do to seal our agreement, Charlotte�� he said
I did, and I took the glass from him with a trembling hand. The others in the room fell silent as I raised the glass to my lips. Tipping my head back, I gulped the mixture down, feeling it burn it�s way down my raw throat. The men cheered, and I hid a smile � I realised that instead of being the domineering men I had thought them to be at first, they were more like a pack of school boys, and that I could handle. I knew life at work was never going to be the same again, but I�d come through my ordeal with flying colours, and found that the feeling of having a cock in my mouth, and a man holding my head, wasn�t that bad. I wonder what I could do to get myself a raise�?
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