second bukkake party

Peter, my new friend and the ‘tall man’ from New Years Eve’s train fun, can’t seem to get enough of his bukkake parties nor can his friends. He arranged another party for Sunday night and of course I went.

He’s quite a good man, Peter. He said he’d like to have a few parties featuring me but he’d expect to pay me. I told him (again!) that I may have been a whore in the past but no longer. It’s simple, I told him, if I want to do it and I’m free then I’ll do it for fun. If I can’t make it or don’t feel like it, I won’t. Simple.

He wants to try and get a hundred guys together for a massive bukkake party but it could take some time to organize. I think he felt bad about mentioning it without offering money. For me, it just sounds like a fun night. I do have to wait until my cunt and arse are healed well because you just know, if you know me at all, that I would be dying to fuck those guys too. It’ll take a while to get together so I have about a month maybe, and I’ll be all better by then.

Sunday night was more subdued than Friday. All told, including Peter, there were only twelve men but that’s still a party right? Also, they were only drinking light drinks with the weekend being almost over so, as well as covering my body and face with cum, I invited them to use me for their toilet when they felt the need. Peter arranged the plastic sheet so the edges were raised. Nobody likes ruined carpet.

So, the men stroked and came on me for the better part of an hour and by the end of two hours I was quite sticky from cum and drenched from my hair to my toes in lovely, tangy pee. If you’ve never tried it the feeling of that warm liquid running all over your body is something you really should do. I like the taste too but not everybody does.

That part of me that has no shame adores that wonderful feeling of lying on a floor while men cum over me and pee on me while they laugh and joke amongst themselves. But these days I have the pleasure of cleaning up, then sharing drinks, jokes, and company. Sometimes, like Sunday night, I don’t even clean up first, I just stand on my sheet of plastic and join the party, then when the urge takes me, I can suck a man’s cock and let him spray me with his cum.

It’s very liberating from all care to just stand there drinking and chatting while cum and piss drip off me, then dry on my body.

There might be another party during the week but more likely it’ll be on the weekend again. Peter’s promised to try and find at least twenty men for the next one.

So I’m looking forward to the weekend!