The van stopped beside me, the side door opened, and two women called to me.
The first time she heard about bukakke was by accident. Her friend brought it up in a joke, and she became rather intrigued about the idea. That night, she went home, took out her vibrator, and started to fantasize about being in a room full of men with rock hard cocks being brought to the edge, and unleashing their fluid all over her. It turned her on like crazy, and she thought about it for years. Every time it did enter her mind, she would get wet. Sometimes she would be at a restaurant, and she would look around. If she saw a table of men, she wondered what it would be like if all of them came over and jerked off onto her, right then and there.
It was 1 AM... an early Sunday morning. My adventurous girlfriend and I had been in a bar for the evening enjoying ourselves hanging out, dancing, laughing, flirting, and just generally having a great time. It was a lovely night out indeed, but it was about to get a whole lot more fun. I could tell it was going to be good by the impish and sexy smile on her face. What was on her mind?
She pinned me down, using her full weight and power to prevent my arms from moving. Her eyes stared directly into mine with an, "I have you now, and you aren't going anywhere" look.
In anticipation of being outed by newspapers, pop star Lily Allen came forth to admit that she hired prostitutes while she was on tour in 2014.
I got to the private club around 9 PM. It was my first time here, and I was both nervous and excited... butterflies in my stomach, and blood flowing in my hard cock.