Chelsea’s First Bukkake Party III
Hearing my moans another man brought his cock to my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, wanting to taste his hot cum. The cum trickled down my face, off my chin and onto my tits as I anxiously awaited the next shot. After a few minutes both climaxed and came on me, one of them chose a spot on my face that hadn’t been covered. The other man came onto my large tits, his cum oozing down my cleavage.
Man after man came up to me stroking their throbbing man hoods. And man after man emptied their sperm onto my face and tits. By this time I was so overwhelmed with the amount of cum on my body. I squirmed about in my chair, licking my lips as the last of the men had their way with me. Completely covered in fifty-three men’s cum, this was the time of my life!
The last of the men stepped back. No one was there to take his place and that’s when I really realized how much cum was on my body. It had a life of its own as it slid ever so slowly down my body. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t contain myself.
In front of all those men, I began to rub myself. I started at my face, rubbing the cum into my skin in slow circles and working the ejaculate to my mouth so I could get my fill. I felt all eyes on me as my hands slowly moved down my body, covering every inch, making sure not to miss a single drop. As I got to my tits, I rolled my nipples between my fingers and gently massaged the mixture of cum into my breasts.
As I finished rubbing in the cum, I let my hand wander down to my pussy. I slipped my fingers between my lips and discovered I was still extremely wet. I began to lightly trace my clit, sending waves of excitement down my spine. I wasn’t sure if I were allowed to pleasure myself, and continued. I caught Mark’s eye and he smiled broadly as I fingered my pussy in front of everyone.
I couldn’t hold myself from the edge for long. All those people looking at me, the fact that they all came on me was more than enough to bring me to climax for the second time within minutes. My soft moans filled the room. Once my moans had died out, all the men began to clap. I was a bit confused. Mark helped me out of the chair and led me to the back to get dressed. He told me they weren’t clapping for me; they were clapping for him, since he was the host.
As I got myself cleaned up and dressed, I couldn’t help wondering when the next party would be.
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