Bukkake Birthday

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FOUR MONTHS AGO

“The thing about Bukkake,” he says, his words slurred with alcohol and excitement, “is that I don’t want to be the one ejaculating.”

She smiles knowingly on the other end of the long distance line, a plan formulating for when she visits him in the future, and allows him to continue.

“I want to be the one being ejaculated on.”

THIS AFTERNOON

To say he was surprised to see her would be an understatement.

Astonished.
Bewildered.
Perplexed.
Abashed.

These would, by far, more accurately describe his countenance when she’d shown up on his doorstep two hours earlier.

She hadn’t told him she was coming to visit for his birthday.

“I’m taking you to dinner,” she’d said.  “And then I have a surprise for you.”

TONIGHT

She leads him by the hand now, through the lobby of her hotel, grinning at his discombobulated awe.

“What…?”  He halts his question, knowing he can’t be reading this right.

“You’ll see,” she says.

And see, he does.

When they enter her hotel suite, he sees a freshly-made-up king size bed with a stack of soft cotton towels on the nightstand adjacent.  He sees the remnants of dusk outside the balcony door, which is standing open, carrying the sounds of evening in on a quiet breeze.  Muted taupe curtains on the windows accent the dark neutral tones of the furniture, where he notices…

Clothes?

“Uhmmm…” he begins, nodding at the neatly-folded piles of clothing adorning the chairs in the seating area.

She quirks a brow.  His confusion is adorable.

“Uhh…” he starts again, turning slowly to survey the rest of the room.

“Take yours off too,” she says with quiet command.

He stares, baffled.

“Now.”

When he has complied, she directs him to the balcony, where there is a cushioned chaise waiting.

A cushioned chaise . . .

. . . . .

. . . surrounded by five naked men.

She leans toward his ear and whispers softly, “Lay down,” then to the men in attendance she says, “You know what to do.”

She can feel his heart beating wildly through his foreskin when she kneels between his legs and takes his hard in her hands.  The men at her command step forward to surround him on her cue and as she starts to stroke his cock, they each begin to stroke their own.

“None of you may cum without permission,” she says to them all with a smile.

Then, with a gleam in her eye, she addresses the one for whom she has planned this scene.

“And everyone,” she continues, nodding toward each man while maintaining her gaze on his, “may cum…”  She winks, then re-asserts.  “May only cum…

…on the Birthday Boy.”

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16 thoughts on “Bukkake Birthday

        1. Mrs Fever Post author

          That might be the shortest comment you’ve ever left me. I shall choose to interpret your brevity as a sign you’ve been stunned speechless. 😛

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  1. Molly

    You should absolutely write more fiction. This is fucking brilliant. It is not even my kink but I love what you have done with it. Bukkake seems to nearly always be framed in a m/f scenario but you have taken that and totally blown it away. Brilliant

    Mollyxxx
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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      I have a tendency to *not* say, “I would never do that.”

      Instead, I say, “How would I do that?”

      Quite often, in answering, I turn ‘that’ (whatever that happens to be) upside down and shake it til something comes loose. 🙂

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