Bukkake Diaries: Jane's Induction

byNomDeClavier©

"Um, thanks again," I said. Then I asked while walking, "You watched didn't you?"

The shop nodded and said, "Definitely!" I didn't blush this time.

I did blush, however, when I opened the double doors and saw myself on the huge theater screen. I was sloppily sucking down cock through a gloryhole as saliva and sperm streamed down my chin. The shop girl had apparently recorded me, too. The past hour's events played back in front of a packed room. I tried to estimate: 45, 60 guys maybe? My heart fluttered too fast for me to think clearly. I was standing at the front of the theater and everyone had noticed. I got a short ovation.

At that moment I was even hornier than when I stepped into the booth. All my embarrassment just translated into more lust. I needed cum. I craved it. My pussy also begged to be fucked in a way more desperate than I had ever experienced. I was so caught up in my hormones that I could do nothing else but lean my back against the theater wall, spread my legs, and begin to masturbate, still drippy with cum.

The guys took this as their cue and I was quickly encircled. I resisted nothing and couldn't even if I wanted. The first guy stepped between my legs and pulled my hand away from my pussy, shoving his bare cock deep inside my aching snatch. My eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned, "Oh fuck yes!" I arched my back and moaned as the guy in my pussy spasmed and shot a steady stream of cum deep inside me. The crowd cheered when they heard me beg for more.

The next few guys picked me up and carried me to a leather couch. One laid down and the others positioned me to straddle his dick with my cum filled cunt. They lowered me onto him while another guy aggressively took my mouth. He started pulling my hair and telling all the other guys how much he liked using cumbuckets like me. He spat on my forehead and told me I couldn't leave until every guy in the room was done cumming. As he talked shit, a third guy positioned himself behind my upturned ass and shoved his lubed cock into my hole. I struggled to take him but I got off on it. I felt like a slut.

A series of rolling orgasms took over and left me barely aware of what followed. Every so often the stream of guys would slow down and I'd get a chance to run my hands over my body, massaging the cum into my tits and pussy. But then another cock would jerk off onto my face or slide into my cum slippery cunt. The guys would cheer every time I took a big load or got fucked especially hard. I lost myself in orgasms, eating up the attention and humiliation. Every guy came at least once, but many came a few times.

Eventually, I took the last couple of cumshots on my face. For the first time in several hours, I sat up and wiped the cum from my eyelids. The crowd had thinned a little, but the remaining guys cheered and applauded as I stood up. I heard myself giggle and took a bow. I also noticed for the first time two cameras on tripods trained on the couch, which now sported a sheen of spunk on its cushions where I had been. A couple of guys also held handicams. I felt a thrill knowing I had been recorded. I felt a little dizzy.

As the guys filed out of the theater, the shop girl approached from the side holding a terry cloth robe and a towel. She looked me over from top to bottom with an approving eye and said, "filthy... tsk tsk."

She laughed, "There's an open apartment upstairs and Elise told me to let you crash there if you ended up... performing well. Here, you can use these, too."

She handed me the robe and towel, but I waved them off, saying "no thanks, I want to... you know... keep it..."

The shop girl cut me off with an understanding nod.

I was relieved about the apartment, though, and I think she could tell. I could not have gotten myself home. My body ached in a good but distracting way. I was exhausted. My head was swimming. Even my balance seemed a little off. The shop girl lead me out of the theater, through the store, and into a shared public staircase in the building. I didn't even notice that I was fully in public completely naked and covered in seed. I don't remember anyone seeing me, at least.

The shop girl left me in the apartment, which was fashionably and expensively decorated. So much so that it seemed out of place in the dark, grity industrial neighborhood I could see from the windows.

It was so late that it didn't matter what time it actually was. My energy was sapped. I collapsed onto the trendy king size platform bed, not caring that I basically ruined the sheets with the layer of jizz on my body. I remember thinking that if that Elise should have thought of that before letting me crash there if it was going to be a problem. Then, I fell asleep.

The next day I woke up extremely late, even for me. I rolled out of bed and stood appreciating the dried cum that flaked from every inch of my skin while I filled the bathtub. It didn't look pretty. But it made me look used and made me feel proud. I slipped into the tub and soaked for almost an hour, lost in thought about the previous night while I relaxed and cleaned up.

I stepped out of the bathroom naked while drying my hair to find Elise in the bedroom, looking refined as ever. The look on her face could not have been more approving as she stared at me. I blushed, knowing how rediculous it was to feel nervous in front of her naked, given that she had probably seen at least some of last night's footage.

"Still adorable, Jane," she said, "even more than before actually. You were incredible last night according to everything I've heard and seen. I wonder if you know how rare and special a find you are..." she trailed off, then took a small jewelry box from her purse.

"Take this," she said as she opened the box, "as a gift. I had to show you my appreciation."

I took the box and stood speechless while I stared at the emerald studded art-deco bracelet inside. I could tell it was vintage, very real, and very expensive. It was weighty. I looked at Elise with doe-eyes.

"You don't need to say anything," she went on, "since it's the least I can do for you. You've made some of my most difficult and important clients incredibly happy.

"Also, when you're ready to go, you can wear this." She touched a garment bag that was draped over a chair.

"Then we'll need to talk. I'll wait for you in the living room. Take your time," she finished before she turned and left the room with a warm glance over her shoulder.

I continued to clean up and dressed myself in the clothes she had left. Like her clothes, they were expensive, stylish, but also a touch on the scandalous side. I caught myself in the mirror before stepping out of the bedroom. Opaque black leggings clung to every curve of my legs and ass, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination and just barely concealing the lines of a tiny g-string. A well cut waist jacket and bra worked my cleavage up and out. Obviously expensive designer heels served as a 6" pedestal. I looked hot and easy, but still appropriate enough to go out in public. It was a new look for me. I loved it.

I slinked into the living room and sat across from Elise with a coffee table between us, reminding me of our first meeting. She looked at me approvingly and asked,

"Was this a one time thing for you?"

For a moment I wondered if I'd ever have the chance again, but quickly realized that was nothing to worry about. "Absolutely not," I replied.

Elise smiled, "So can I count on you?"

"Yeah, absolutely," I said as firmly as possible.

Elise continued tersely, "Here are the rules, then: Never ask questions, always show up, dress the part, and, of course, enjoy yourself. Break any of them and I will have to cut you off. No second chances. Got that?"

I nodded, "Absolutely."

Elise looked excited by this. Aroused even. But she kept it to herself. She slid a short stack of papers across the table--releases of all sorts--and asked me to sign them. I did without hesitating.

I spent the rest of the day with Elise. She took me shopping, stocking my wardrobe with clothes I could have never afforded on my student budget. At the end of the day I had the clothes to dress like a stripper or dirty librarian and everything in between. When she dropped me off at my apartment, she leaned over from the driver's seat and kissed my cheek, which caught me off-guard. Without a word, she handed me another plain white business card listing a date and address. I grinned as I got out of the car and blew a kiss back to Elise as I walked toward my building. My life had changed completely in a way I would have to be extremely discrete about. It made me feel a secretive pride and sense of empowerment. In any case, as I rode the elevator with a pile of shopping bags at my feet, I glanced at the card and knew where I would be in a couple of days. I couldn't wait.

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The only way it could be better is if after you mentioned you were completely naked except for the heels. But that's just me.

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