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Bukkake Diaries: Jane's Induction

byNomDeClavier©

I started corresponding with Elise over email after responding to her ad on a lifestyle networking site:

"Looking for a young, intelligent, single girl for intense play. Unusual situation. For details, please contact Elise by sending a nude photo (face not necessary) to [email address]."

I had registered with the networking site desperately shy but desperately wanting to connect my real and fantasy lives. The chance at anonymous exhibitionism scared and excited me. So did the prospect of "intense play." After screwing up my courage, I sent in a picture of myself in a thong, standing in front of my bedroom mirror.

In the first few emails, Elise wanted to know the basics: I was in my last year at a well known university; I was 22; I rated my sexual experience as minimal; but I rated my sexual knowledge as high. She told me she loved the picture, which showed my trim 5'4 frame, twisted with my thong-covered ass presented and C cup breasts in profile. My straight brown hair hid my face.

I blushed when I read that the picture turned her on.

With the basics out of the way, I asked her for details about this "unusual situation." She responded only that she was a psychologist working on project that required a very specific type of female subject. Before sharing more information, she asked me to write a long email describing my deepest fetish and anything I had done to explore it. She would not tell me more until then.

I agonized for a few days about what exactly to write and how much to reveal. Then, late one night, I sat down to write with my heart pounding up into my throat and my spine tingling. As I wrote, my body responded pleadingly, encouraging my mind to reveal more and more. I didn't resist. I wrote distractedly, stopping a few times to reach into my panties and coax myself to a nervous orgasm, and eventually sent her what follows:

***

"My sexual tastes have never been normal. Through high school I fantasized but rarely explored. There was nothing unusual about this. Few high schoolers venture far in experiencing their fantasies. For those who don't it's usually a question of opportunity. But even for those that do, their tastes and desires are vanilla and accessible. I probably could have experienced more in this vein; I knew I was fairly attractive and fairly attractive girls have chances. But I knew I wanted something out of the ordinary and was afraid of getting what I wanted. So I repressed my desires, indulging only in fantasy.

This followed me to college. I had discovered internet porn in high school and clung to it. I obsessed over kinkier sites for hours at a time, imagining myself in the place of the girls on screen. They were all gorgeous and uninhibited, with perfect bodies. I lusted to be them, but also to be with them.

Eventually, in college, the hours of perving on porn and infrequent vanilla hook-ups stopped being enough. I started sneaking off to porn shops alone. I was looking for more porn, of course, but it was the atmosphere that really drew me: so dirty, so abnormal, so real. It also brought me tantalizingly close to being exposed for what I knew I was. I could have fooled around at parties like an ordinary college girl and caught glimpses of the kinks I wanted to experience. But I knew my obsessions ran filthier and deeper and I was afraid both of standing out and of being unsatisfied. So from internet porn I turned to watching porn in the back booths of sleazy porn shops and theaters.

I would watch a bit of everything kinky--bondage, spanking, latex, anal--but I always returned to the same fetish, the one that made my heart skip and flutter and the rest of my body throb. It was bukkake. I learned of and masturbated to its many forms: submissive and sometimes bound or clothed Japanese girls; lusty, seemingly uncontrollable Europeans; swallowing; no-swallowing; facial only; full-body; single girl; multiple girl; without fucking; with sucking; and with lots of fucking. No matter the set up, I always melted to see thick white ropes of cum shooting over the target girl, draped over her body, matted in her hair, running down her skin, making her a slutty mess. The cum itself turned me on and triggered something visceral. But when I was honest with myself it was also the idea of being marked and displayed as a slut in that way, being the center of attention, and, more importantly, being the source of pleasure for so many men that turned me on.

It went on like this for months. Every so often I would reach a point beyond my ability to function normally. I would think throughout the day of nothing else and find myself drifting off in thought or sneaking off to any private place I could find to pet myself into a frenzy. Then at night I'd head out into the city to whatever forbidden-looking smut shop attracted me.

I'd dress to not be recognized. I usually wore a hat and a large coat. But underneath, predictably, I'd wear as little as the porn stars I loved to watch. Sometimes I would wear a skirt and top. Sometimes just a thong. Sometimes nothing at all. But it was never to show off to anyone but myself. I knew I was too uptight, too scared.

When I'd go into a shop or theater, I'd attract a little attention, but not much. The people that worked the counters acted like they had seen everything and they probably had. A lot of the customers had the same attitude. Only a few would watch me carefully, eyeing me with obvious appetite. I enjoyed the attention but it also made me uncomfortable.

Once there, I'd head quickly to the back. There were always booths there. Going inside them made me relieved, horny. Like everyone else, I'd pump quarters into wherever I needed before dropping into the vinyl covered arm chairs across from the booths' screens. Unlike everyone else, I'd also strip to nearly nothing before sitting down, never more than a thong. The feel of the vinyl against my bare skin and of being exposed publicly, even if technically in private, was a thrill. Sometimes I'd orgasm as soon as my skin touched the chair. Then I'd begin my search through the channels, looking for kink, hoping for a girl surrounded by cocks and coated in cum.

I had also switched between hope and fear that I would find a gloryhole some night. I had heard about them on internet forums and seen them in porn. The idea made me hot, but I couldn't tell how I would respond in real life had I found one. My mind had blocked out the possibility of imagining. But it never happened. For all my obsessive fantasizing and the little risks I had taken to get off, I've remained inexperienced."

***

Elise responded early the next morning. Her response was short, asking me to make an appointment to come to her office. She also included a link to her professional website and a photo of herself, she said, to put me at ease. She was beautiful in a polished and refined sense. She wore a grey turtleneck sweater in her picture that was tight enough to show that she was bustier than me and obviously fit. She wore her straight blonde hair up and smiled invitingly. I guessed that she was in her late thirties. I felt intimidated but couldn't resist. Obviously seeing her had to be less risky than sneaking of to adult theaters like I had been. The uncertainty turned me on.

I arrived after class in time for for my appointment the next day. Elise's office was in a small but expensive modern building in the hills overlooking downtown. Following Elise's instructions, I took the elevator to the top floor and entered her office suite at one end of a long hall. I hadn't known what to wear. The appointment was obviously going to be about sex. But it also was obviously going to be in a professional setting. I played it safe and wore tight, low-rise, dark jeans with a tight, open necked black sweater. I took a slight risk, though, by wearing 5" stilettos but no bra or panties. My heels clacked as I walked into her office suite. I started to second guess my choice to go without panties, given how wet I had become.

Her receptionist was an obviously gay guy, not much older than me. He smiled at me as I entered and called in to Elise's office to announce I had arrive without me even saying a word. He knowingly nodded a few times while listening to Elise on the phone and eyed me with a slight smirk. He then hung up the phone and said, "She's ready to see you. Last office on the right." I saw him wink playfully as I walked past.

Elise sat in an armchair in front of an enormous sheet of windows looking over the city below. I stood gaping for a moment. Elise stood to great me which brought my attention back into the room. She was more beautiful than her photo: tall, slender, but curvy. She wore a short grey dress skirt along with a jacket. She looked professional but subtly sexual. Her skirt could not have been any shorter without being inappropriate or any longer without being staid. She smiled warmly and gestured to the armchair facing hers and said, "Welcome, Jane, please make yourself comfortable." I sat and crossed my legs. "Tea?" she asked and I nodded, watching her pour the steaming liquid into two tasteful Japanese style tea cups on the coffee table between us.

Elise spoke first, "Jane, thank you for coming. I suspect you're hoping for more of an explanation of what I have in mind for you. I'll do my best to make sure you leave here comfortable with anything that follows. But I have to warn you, I can't tell you everything. You'll have to learn some things on your own as we go."

I nodded nervously in response. "Sure," I replied.

"You should know, though, that at each step you'll be in control and can back out anytime you like," she continued, seeming genuinely concerned.

I cleared my throat and nodded again, "Sure."

Elise went on, "Jane, your email was wonderful. As you know, I'm a psychologist and have a normal practice. I also do some consulting for, there's no other way to put this, some lifestyle groups. Do you know what I mean by that?"

I sipped my tea, trying to hide my shortening breaths and nodded from behind the cup.

Smiling reassuringly, Elise said, "Good, I'm glad. The groups I take on as clients are all very discrete, made up of professionals or even well-known people who want to protect their careers by keeping their sexual preferences private. They need someone to help screen new members and that's where I come in. That's also why I couldn't tell you more over email. But I'm glad we got in touch."

My eyes were wide and my heart fluttered as I listened.

It seemed Elise could sense how my body was responding, so she went ahead without a verbal response from me, "I get lots of emails in connection with that ad. I'm not looking for any one thing in particular, but some of my clients ask that I also screen girls to participate in certain of their activities. I ask the girls that respond, like you, to discuss their own fetishes with the idea that I can match them up with a group that would appreciate them. But I've had a great deal of trouble meeting the needs of one group in particular. I'm hoping you're the right girl."

Elise eyed me with a surprisingly predatory look, "Your email and other... attributes certainly suggest that you are. You seem level-headed, honest about your own sexuality. Just a little repressed from what I've observed, I'm afraid to say. You could have dressed any way you pleased today but you choice a conservative route, didn't you?"

I blushed and nodded, feeling caught.

"The blushing is adorable," she laughed, "perfect, really. As I said before, Jane, I can't tell you very much more. You'll have to take the next steps on your own, but I'm certain you will and that you won't regret it."

Elise then handed me a business card that was blank except for an address and explained, "If you want to go further or know any more about what I have in mind, you'll have to go to that address. It's a porn shop."

I blushed again, this time fiercely red. I felt flush with desire mixed with humiliation. I bit my lip and set my tea down clumsily.

Elise laughed again, "The blushing and nervousness is so cute, but you've already told me your little secret. It's too late now to be shy. Besides, you're safe with me, Jane.

Go to that address whenever you like, but mention that I sent you when you arrive. It's all up to you now."

Elise stood up and I followed. I swallowed hard, unable to speak. I tried to voice a question or even thanks for her meeting me, but my head was swimming. She gently placed her hand on the small of my back, underneath my sweater, and lead me to the door. She hugged me before I left and smiled reassuringly. "Hopefully we'll meet again, Jane."

***

It was something of a miracle that I got home safely. I could barely think enough to drive. Back at my dingy college apartment, I was a world away from Elise's office, but my head was still there. I had thought of nothing but the address she had given me. I knew I would end up going. It was just a question of when. My pervy needs had been driving me to porn shops to masturbate for months and this was just another one. But this one was more enticing. It promised something unknown, unusual, and intense, whatever it was. I stripped my clothes off as soon as I got in the door, my jeans clearly soaked. Then I collapsed on my couch and, for the rest of the afternoon, fingered my sopping pussy furiously while watching bukkake porn on my laptop.

I spent the next day in horny agony, nearly getting into accidents and avoiding conversations. By the afternoon, I knew I needed to go that night to the address Elise had given me. It was exactly the same desperation that would have normally lead me to an adult theater video booth. I couldn't resist.

That night, I put on my coat and hat as usual. This time, I wore nothing at all underneath. Just a pair of heels and my make-up. On the way there, I stroked my totally bare and wet snatch at red lights under my coat. I couldn't get there fast enough.

I parked on the street across from the porn shop, which looked like any other. It was in a partially vacant warehouse district and it seemed like no one would end up there unless they meant to. I felt vulnerable there alone but this just made me hotter and made it harder to resist my urge to go inside.

I walked in and my entire body flushed red and trembled. An attractive red-headed woman in her late twenties worked behind the counter. I nodded to her and stammered, "Hi, um, I'm supposed to mention that... um... Elise sent me. Does that make any sense?"

The shop girl smiled slyly after a moment and said, "Oh, yeah it definitely does." She looked around the shop for a moment—there were a few other customers browsing—and continued, "Please, make yourself very comfortable. Everything and anything you want is on the house tonight. If you want to watch anything you can use that booth," she pointed, "and I'll switch it to play for free."

I hadn't expected anything, but this still surprised me. "Really? Thanks, I... um... don't know what to say," I said as I blushed and wandered away, tottering on my 5" heels.

The shop girl just laughed and called out, "Enjoy!" behind me.

I did what I knew and went straight back to the video booths. I was a little embarrassed that Elise apparently had told the shop girl about my habits, but I was also turned on by it. I slipped inside the booth the shop girl had suggested. Immediately, I dropped my coat and hat to the floor, standing completely naked and exposed in the booth. I felt the same thrill I always felt when I exposed myself in this barely public way. My nipples hardened and my cunt throbbed. I fell into the vinyl chair tried to work the TV screen.

I realized quickly that, sure enough, it worked for free. I also realized quickly that every single channel was set to play bukkake. None of it was tame. No three or four guy group sex videos. Every single video showed dozens and dozens of guys taking just a single, sperm coated slut. On one channel, a blond was getting fucked in every hole, sandwiched between three guys as still more shot ropes of cum over her hair and back. On another channel, a brunette with huge tits was bound, laying face up over a pummel-horse as guys used her mouth and pussy before adding to the lake of cum pooling on her belly. On another channel, an Asian girl collected load after load in a wine glass while semen dripped down her face.

I was mortified that this was obviously a set up, that Elise had figured me out so perfectly. I was being fed exactly what I needed to be fed in order to lose control. It worked. Barely five minutes had passed before I came with two fingers deep in my pussy and two fingers pinching my nipples. I writhed in the vinyl chair leaving streaks of my juices where my swollen lips rubbed against the material. I screamed out so loudly as I came that anyone in the shop could have heard me. I didn't care, though. I actually hoped they would. I needed something to happen.

It did. The shop girl had directed me to a gloryhole booth without telling me. I learned this when a veiny, thick, completely anonymous cock pressed through a hole in the wall of my booth in between the chair and the screen. I gasped in shock but only for a second. It already oozed precum, which dripped a long string down to the floor. I watched another blond on the screen take a cumshot on her already sticky labia. My craving took over.

I dropped to my knees on the filthy floor. I pressed up to the gloryhole and eagerly lapped my tongue over the salty cockhead in front of me. Needing to be filled, I quickly swallowed half the strange shaft down into my throat. I stroked the cock with my lips while the squeals of bukkake sluts on the screen drowned out all the sound. I couldn't hear when the guy on the other side started to cum, but I could feel his dick pulse in my mouth. I backed away and aimed him as he exploded all over my panting tongue, my nose, and cheeks. He pulled back as soon as he finished. I was out of my mind with lust. It would only get worse.

An hour past like this, one cock after another pushing through the hole. I gorged myself on the cocks and and covered myself with their cum. I counted the first seven, then lost count, counted another four, then lost count. Thinking back on it, I must have sucked more than 14 guys off in quick succession through the gloryhole, but I had no sense of it at the time. After an hour, I was a complete mess. Cum ran down my body from my face, where most of it hit, over my tits and tummy, down to my kneeling thighs. While I sucked, I had fingered myself to a handful of small orgasms, each one more intense than the last.

Then, the shop girl's voice cut in over the porn soundtrack. "Hot," she said, "and fucking impressive. Elise was right about you, Jane. I know you're a mess and all, but... ah... you might want to step out to see what's playing in the main theater. It's a short walk. I promise!"

She must have watched on a hidden camera, I thought. Any embarrassment I would have normally felt was all thrill now. Something had taken over in me over the past hour. I had had just a taste of my deepest fetish. It made me feel liberated to be a slut and desperate to be the one I knew I was. First I peaked out the door of the booth, then I stepped out of it, completely naked except for the semen that drenched my front.

As I swayed on my heels down the video booth hallway into the main room of the shop, I couldn't believe how empty it was. Where had all those guys come from, I asked myself. I walked through the main room of the shop and caught the shop girl's eye. She grinned ear to ear and clapped.

"Um, thanks," I stammered coquettishly, "but where is the main theater?"

The shop girl pointed down a short hall with double doors at the end without saying a word, smiling.

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