Bukkake surprise

I didn't know this. There's a word for cum guzzling. A fetish specifically fro drinking lots and lots of cum. I didn't know that. But leave it to the Japanese to give names to things. It's called Gokkun.

Personally, I think cum guzzling sounds better. But that's just me.

Today is a weird sort of request. It wasn't given to me directly, but rather just a request that was made. Still, I hope she enjoys it.

It's what I do

Anna flipped out the plastic sheet and weighted down the corners. She opened the hotel door and closed the lock, letting the door rest open against it. She took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror as she put her hair back into a tight pony tail.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked. The phone rang by the bed. She told the person on the other side to just come on up, then turned back to the mirror. “Last chance,” she said.

She was shaking as she folded her clothes on the bed and put them inside a plastic bag. She sealed the bag, then knelt on the floor. She put a zip tie around her ankles, another just under her knees. She was hobbled just in time for the soft knock at the door.

Jerry pushed the door open and looked down at her, taking in her position, her nudity, and the plastic on the floor. He smiled, then reached behind his back and showed her a paper bag. “I brought a special present,” he said. “From the farm.”

She raised an eyebrow at that. “What is it?”

He shook his head. “You have to earn it,” he said. He closed the door behind him, letting it fully latch closed. “The others will be here soon. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Anna nodded. “I'm nervous,” she said. “But totally want to do it.”

There was a knock at the door. “Last chance,” he said. “After this, we get mean.”

She smiled and gestured for the door. He reached into a pocket and tossed her a dog collar. “Then put that on and put your forehead on the floor.”

She attached the collar and heard him open the door. Heard him greeting the other guys as they came in. Heard him say, more than once, “No names. She doesn't need to know who any of you are.”

They came in, chatting and laughing at the sight of her, face down, wearing a dog collar.

She felt a hand in her hair, using the tail as a handle. “Close your eyes.” Then it yanked her to her knees. “Keep them closed.”

“Why not just put her in a blindfold?” someone asked.

“I don't want to ruin it,” he replied. “The collar is from a dollar store, and even that was almost too much to spend on her.”

Laughter.

She heard unzipping. She heard them stepping down on the plastic, surrounding her. Then she felt a cock press to her lips. Anna let it slide over her lips and into her throat, hoping it belonged to Jerry, or someone else she at least knew.

It was warm in her mouth, and she heard the moan as she slid her tongue along it. She lifted her hands, knowing it wouldn't be hard to find a cock for each of them. She started jerking and sucking, and heard that the others were jerking too.

The first blast of warmth hit the side of her face. She kept her eyes closed, kept sucking, but started to worry that maybe she'd made a mistake.

Then the second shot of cum hit the other side of her face. The first cock in her hand exploded, then the other. A hand grabbed her tail and started using it as a handle to pound away at her face, fucking her hard enough to make her gag, hard enough for her to choke. It slammed down her throat over and over again, completely ignoring the desperate sounds she made or her feeble attempts to pull away.

As he started to cum, he pulled out of her mouth, blasting another load against her face. She heard movement, and then a new cock slid into her mouth, and two more into her hands.

“Wow.” Anna didn't recognize the voice. “You weren't kidding. What a whore.”

She groaned in complaint.

There was laughter.

“Hear that? She loves it. She probably even loves being called a piece of trash.” A hand yanked her hair. “Don't you, you little tramp?”

More cum hit her, this time on the chest. Then a splash on her shoulder, and another on her lower back. The voice kept taunting her, pushing his cock deep into her throat, holding her there until she started to thrash for breath, then pulling back so she could breathe for a second before thrusting in deep again.

“Cock sucking cum dumpster,” he called her. “Choke on cock. You know you love the feel of it. You love having my cock deep inside you. Don't you?” A yank on her hair. More cum hit her lower cheek. “don't you?”

Anne tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. He kept fucking her face, calling her a dirty slut. Until he started cumming. He, too, pulled out, and came on her face.

She heard the first drops his the plastic, dripping off her face. It was hard to tell where it was coming from anymore, or where it would come next.

And Anna found that she didn't really care. Not all that much. She just licked her lips and tried to open her eyes. Her cum crusted eyes.

She couldn't see much of anything. Couldn't make out details, just the shapes around her. And the cocks. It seemed like hundreds of them, all around her. She leaned over and kissed one of them. Licked it. She pulled one into her mouth, then moved to another. She rubbed, she jerked, she kissed, she sucked.

She kept moving from cock to cock, having no idea who she was pleasuring. She barely heard them as they called her dirtier and dirtier names. She knew they were right. She was a cock sucking whore. 

A cum dump. She was a filthy, worthless slut. She did live for cock, live for cum.

And when one of them came directly in her eyes, when the cum forced her eyes closed, she smiled at the warm feeling against her face. She smiled as the cum hit her mouth. Smiled at the sounds of the orgasms all the men around her were having. She moaned at the thought of them, at how much she was enjoying herself.

“Say it,” one of the voices said. “Tell us all what you are.”

Anna licked some of the cum off her lips and smiled. “I'm a cum guzzling whore,” she said. “I'm a receptacle for cum, and I love it.”

That was enough, it seemed, for the rest of them. Her saying it, just admitting it out loud, sent several of them over the edge. Five, six, seven blasts of cum hit her at once. On the shoulder blades, on the chin. The forehead, the arm, the leg. The streams of cum soaked into her skin, mixed in with her hair.

And she knelt there, covered in it. Dripping in it.

“Lay down in it,” one of them said. “Wallow in our cum.”

She leaned forward, placed her face against the floor. Then a hand grabbed her ankles and pulled them out from under her. She splashed down into the cum, and there was more laughter.

She felt them lift the sides of the plastic and roll it around her. She could breathe without trouble, but the cum slide in, pooled all around her, covered every inch of her that wasn't already.

Jerry eventually made them stop, told them to be careful. Kicked them all out. “It's time for her reward,” he said. “You guys don't need to be here for that.”

There was complaint at that. Anna didn't move, just lay in the huge puddle of cum.

“Don't worry.” She heard him talking as the last few of them left. “I've got it all on tape. And you'll want to see this last part. I promise.”

When the door closed again, Jerry came and carefully helped her to her knees. He snipped away the plastic strips and wiped away her eyes. He slid something along them. What was that?

Anna opened her eyes and saw that he was using a spoon. He was wiping the cum off her face with the spoon. Then dripping what was in the spoon into a glass.

She watched him work, watched him fill the glass as he cleaned as much off her as he could. It was a huge glass.

When it was full, he handed it to her. “Looks like we're going to need more than one,” he said. “I don't have all the cum yet. And you've still got a fair distance to go before we get to your prize.”

She took the glass in both hands. He pointed to a camera and told her to look into it.

She stared at the glass eye of the camera as she lifted the glass to her lips and poured the cum into her mouth. He went back to work, spooning the cum into one of the hotel glasses, which were much smaller.

She took a long gulp, tasting the salty mixture. Some of it was still warm, some had cooled off. She felt it sliding in strands down her throat, felt it pooling in her stomach as she guzzled down the cum in the glass. It was slimy in her mouth, and she had to be careful not to drip any down her chin. When she did, Jerry was there with his spoon, catching it and putting it in the glass for a second round.

He got as much off her as he could, enough to fill the second glass almost to the rim. She had just finished the first when he handed her the second. “One more after this,” he said. “Then your prize.”

“What is my prize?” she asked after gulping down half of the second glass. This one was definitely colder, and it felt different somehow. Still salty, still slimy. But different cold than it was warm.

“I told you,” he said. “It's from the farm.”

She took another deep drink and wondered what it could be. Maybe some antique broach his grandmother had worn?

Another drink. Maybe it was something leather. Couldn't be that big, though. The bag was the same size as a lunch bag.

She finished off the glass of cum and handed it to him. “What about my present?” She asked.

He laughed at her. “You are one eager cum drinker, aren't you?”

She smiled and shrugged.

He took a few steps back. “There's still what's on the plastic,” he said. “Pooled there.” He gestured to it. “Suck it up. Lick it up. Lick up the remnants of the cum you couldn't fit into a glass.”

She looked up at him. Then at the camera.

“Come on,” he said. “Do it. Lick up the cum like the bitch in heat you are. Then you get your prize.”

She bent down, eyes on the camera, and let her tongue slide out. She slid along the pool of cum, curling her tongue and slurping the cum into her mouth, staring up at the camera as she sucked globs of it into her mouth, down her throat, and into her stomach. She heard him laughing as she did it, and she smiled at the camera, cum flowing over her lips and down her her chin. She used one finger to wipe it clean and put it back in her mouth.

Finally, it was done. She'd swallowed the cum of however many men had been involved, gulped it all down. And it was on video. Anyone who watched would see what a cum guzzling whore she was, what a desperate slut for cum.

She wiped her mouth clean, licked her fingers, and then smiled up at Jerry. “Now,” she said. “What's my present?”

He went over and picked up the paper bag. Unrolled it. Inside was a bottle. He handed her the bottle. “It's from the farm,” he said.

She looked at the bottle. Then back up at him.

“We had to milk to stallions today,” he explained. Then he pointed at the bottle. “I snuck some of it out for you.”

She laughed. “This is horse cum?”

He nodded. “I figured, after everything you were doing today, you'd want more.”

Then he went and stood behind the camera. “Now tell everyone who's watching what you're doing.”

Anna laughed again, then turned to the camera. “Apparently,” she said, “I'm going to drink a bottle full of horse cum.”

“And why are you doing that?”

She smiled again. “Because I'm a cum guzzler,” she said. “And that's what I do.”