Covered and soaked in a new year’s eve bukkake adventure!
A New Year’s Eve bukkake, how does that fucking sound? Honestly, I did one last year, and I’m still so greedy for another big face-full of cum. Last year, I had many kinky adventures with my master, and some of them even involved being a glory hole slave. So when New Year’s came around, he had some wicked little ideas for me to participate in. It wasn’t just for me, either. By then, he’d completely charmed my college friend Lizzie. She was a filthy little blonde, and he adored getting her to play with me. So a week before New Year’s Eve, he took us shopping at our favorite local toy and lingerie shop. We went on a total shopping spree.
We picked out lace, thigh highs, corsets, and more. He filled up the cart with anything we set eyes on, from stiletto heels to big dildos. We thought it was a little Christmas generosity. But guess what? Jason, our master, never gave us anything without making us work for it. So he warned us: we’d pay up and make it up to him when New Year’s came around. And boy, did we ever. He knew exactly what he wanted from us, and he made sure he set us up perfectly for it too. We had fully prepared with all our sexy lingerie, skimpy little dresses, and new heels.
He made sure we wore them that night.
And he invited us to a party. We thought nothing of it at first. There were thousands upon thousands of parties kicking off that night. Millions of people set up to watch the ball drop and get absolutely hammered. But then, he specifically picked out the clothes and lingerie we would be wearing. At first, we thought nothing of it again. He paid for so many things; of course, he wanted to see us wear them. We went along like his little naive sluts. And once we arrived at the party, we realized why he’d dolled us up so much. Nearly everyone there was practically shirtless already. There were a few other girls there, and it looked like they’d already gotten their New Year’s Eve bukkake surprises. Jason’s friends were not sparing a single drop of cum.
We nailed some drinks the second we got into the party, and all bets were off! They must have put a little ecstasy in our starter drinks because we felt it just ten minutes in. My skin was buzzing; I was so fucking horny, I couldn’t think. I even slipped two fingers down into my panties to test it, and they came out dripping wet. Jason was a sly little fucker. Lizzie and I craved every single cock in that room already, and no one had even played with us yet! Fuck, I grew so impatient for it all, too. When it was our turn, Jason pushed us along into the circle, and we knelt in front of everyone.
The men quickly surrounded us.
Pants down cocks out. It was like every fetish phone sex night that we’d enjoyed together until then. I knew Jason loved the thought of having us covered in cum, but this was a new adventure. With Lizzie beside me, our New Year’s Eve bukkake started. They whipped their cocks out and started jerking them off in our faces. Their hands gripped them, letting them throb against our cheeks and lips. We sucked and licked the heads and every drop of cum. We waited and pushed every single cock to its tipping point. One by one, they grew closer to blowing their loads on our slutty little faces. With each cock that burst, one of their friends would take their place.
Cumshot after cumshot, they completely covered us. Cum dripped down our blushed cheeks and soft lips. They covered us from head to toe, soaking our lingerie and even getting cum on our black stiletto heels. We were the picture of a perfect New Year’s Eve bukkake, absolutely filthy. Jason told his friends to line up for us to circle us. Their cocks throbbed in our faces, and they slapped them against our cheeks. We were lost in bliss and ecstasy, and fuck, did it feel good to be a little bukkake whore that night. Maybe I’ll have to do it again this year.
